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lolokouhm · 7 months

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„You haven’t eaten, have you?”

No, Suguru hasn’t eaten.

It’s not like you’re surprised. He’s lost weight - nah, he’s been losing weight steadily for the past few weeks. People say that it’s hard to notice when you see someone regularly, but it’s not hard at all - especially in his case. You’re not sure what’s changed exactly. Suguru still looks relatively healthy, not underweight, but the dark circles under his eyes speak volumes.

You sigh and walk into his apartment. It’s surprisingly neat, to the point it’s a bit scary - so clean it gives an impression as if no living person could function there. And maybe that’s exactly how it is. Maybe that tall, handsome guy in black sweats that greets you is not a person anymore, but a ghost. It’s a question you constantly ask yourself in your head, but never dare to answer. Your heart would break.

„I wasn’t hungry.” A smile appears on his pale face and you sigh again.

You’ve been friends with Suguru since high school, but after your last year you went your separate ways, just to meet again years later - just a few months ago. He didn’t change much, at least not visually - except for his arms. He might have gone a little bit crazy on ink there, and that’s exactly what got the two of you talking again. Tattoos. You’ve never expected Suguru Geto, that sophisticated, awfully smart Geto would cover both of his arms in the most insane pieces of art you’ve ever seen. You’ve had your own share of ink under your skin, but your collection was quite messy and not that cohesive. You liked trying new styles, creating your own map of memories from different places and different artists, while his tattoos were definitely an artwork made by one man. You had a million questions, he was happy to answer - that’s how you ended up in his apartment for the first time. Soon you realised you had a million subjects to go through - politics, art, even God. It was easy, talking with him. It was fun.

And then it began - the movie nights, when the two of you were going through different eras of cinema alphabetically, also bringing snacks that would start on the same letter as the movie you were watching. A stupid idea that you shamelessly stole from „The Barbie Diaries” - the first movie you’ve watched together and the first one that left Suguru completely traumatised.

„Luckily for you, today we’re watching The Notebook, so we’ll be having noodles. What kind of noodles do you want, sir?”, you ask, handing him an invisible microphone.

Suguru chuckles.

„Spicy.”

A few clicks later the food is already on its way and the two of you get comfortable on his huge couch. The projector starts warming up and you look around - it’s completely dark inside and if it weren’t for the fact you know Suguru well, you’d think he made the apartament that way so the two of you could watch the movie comfortably. Your gaze goes back to him - his body hunching over the laptop, fighting with Netflix again.

The projector turns on and the movie starts, as the two of you hide yourselves under the blankets. Unfortunately, you can’t focus. You’re worried.

You’ve had some conversations about his depressive episodes before, so technically you know what he’s going trough, but honestly - you don’t. He doesn’t really talk about it, but if you could get into his head you’d understand how much he values your bare presence next to him. If you could get into his head, you’d know way more, but luckily for Suguru, you can’t. He wouldn’t like that.

In normal circumstances, at least. Because tonight, he is hungry, he is frustrated, and he needs warmth.

And you are anything but cold.

So when he catches your eyes on him, he bets. If you turn away, he’ll let you go. If you give in, he’ll make you stay.

Three seconds. That’s how much time it takes for Suguru to get closer to you and kiss you.

It’s short, soft and sensual, but it makes his head go fuzzy, and when he pulls back he just hopes you won’t run away. Don’t run away. Don’t.

You’re not running.

You’re sitting, legs crossed, just as you were seconds before. Your face is completely red now as Suguru’s eyes scan you carefully, desperate to see the future. Will you go? Will you slap him?

„Why did you do that?” Your own voice doesn’t even sound like your voice. „The Notebook” in the background is now completely forgotten, the flickering lights on the screen keep on changing and throwing different shades on Suguru’s pale face. You didn’t expect that. Not that you didn’t want to or think about it, it’s just…

„I’m hungry” he whispers, and the way his voice sounds gets shivers sprinting down your spine. „And the food’s not here yet.”

„Yeah. It’s not.” He still keeps his hands on your cheeks, right thumb gently brushing your skin, touch light as a feather.

„What are we going to do about it?”, he murmurs, words are barely audible. He’s waiting. There’s another unspoken question hanging between the two of you, and you’re the one who needs to answer.

And that’s exactly what you do.

Both of your hands are suddenly gripping onto his hoodie as you lean into him, lips crashing yet again, just with much bigger force this time. Suguru’s breath shakes as he finally comprehends that he won the bet and a smile crawls onto his face. You’re kissing him. His ray of sunshine. Well, maybe not his yet, but when he’s done with you, that’s exactly how you will be.

And that’s exactly what he does.

His lips travel down your jaw, stop for a second under your ear and then go straight to your neck as your hands let go of his hoodie and find their way to his hair, gripping desperately on the black strands loosely caught in a bun. He groans at the feeling as he bites the skin of your exposed collarbone, his fingers playing with the hem of your blouse, eager to feel more and more of you. Suguru looks up and tries his best not to moan at the sight of your face, your lipstick completely devoured.

„Can I?”, a hoarse whisper leaves his throat, but it’s not even a question. He’s begging you.

And you let him.

He takes his own hoodie of as you take off yours - and you can see them again. The artwork on his arms. You lean your body against the pillows on the right side of the couch and Suguru gulps. He’s been imagining that for a while now, but the reality, for the first time in fucking forever, was so, so much better. His lips go back to sucking and licking your skin and by the moment he reaches your breasts you whine. His hot tongue plays with your nipples, making you impossibly wet, and the bare sight of him shirtless in those awfully beautiful sweats is not helping at all. A part of you is relieved - his muscles are still there, tensing a bit with every movement. And when he pulls away for a moment, you notice it.

„You’ve got a new one.” A koi fish, on his ribs, drawn as usual in a traditional style, this time with a bit of colour. Red. Your favourite. Your hand is shaking, but you can’t help yourself. You trace the shape of the tattoo, his hot skin under your fingertips feeling like fire. You are in awe - even more when you look at him again, breathing heavily. A god. He looks like a god.

And then he proceeds to make you feel like you’re nowhere but in heaven.

He’s not hungry anymore - by the time you’re completely naked he’s starving. His name escapes your lips when his grip on your thighs gets tighter, and then it hits you - his tongue finally making contact with the place you needed him in so desperately. Your hands find his hair again, pulling it relentlessly when he inserts two slender fingers inside of you, at the same time licking your clit. Suguru’s ravenous. You could be his breakfast, his lunch, his dinner, his dessert - everything. He could eat you out all the time, no breaks, no thoughts, no objections. He tries to control his own hips that have been grinding into the couch for a while now, but the feeling of you on his tongue isn’t making it any easier.

„Suguru…” your voice comes back to you, a familiar feeling slowly building up inside of your stomach. „I’m so close.”

You really are, and your clouded mind is making the sensation almost unbearable. Suguru groans yet again, happier then ever, and then you hear it.

„Come for me, baby.”

So soft. So simple. Not a demand, by no means. An invitation - to fall apart on his tongue.

You take it.

His name leaves your lips as your orgasm blinds you, back arching as you pull his hair so hard he groans. Suguru doesn’t stop right away - he makes you ride it out, drinking you like holy water. You shake and quiver and he thinks that maybe that’s exactly what it is. Holy water on his tongue.

And so you lay, completely fucked out under his perfect body, and when he goes up to look at you he’s almost sure he’s going to come right there, in his pants. You’re so perfect. You’re so perfect. You’re so perfect.

„Fuck.” It falls from his lips as he’s taking these damn pants off and you gasp. „I just… Fuck.” He runs his hands down his face, your arousal glistening all over him. It’s like he shines. You might be going insane. Fucking Geto Suguru, hovering over you, his cock impossibly hard, looking for words. „Can I…”

Before he finishes, you lean into him and bring him down, pulling his neck closer to you and diving into the kiss. He pants and you get scared - it’s not reality. It can’t be. Suguru leaning into your touch, Suguru groaning into your ear, Suguru, Suguru, Suguru. His name carved all over your body, all over your mind.

He goes in slowly, trying his best not to come right away, but he’s more than determined to make you cum again, this time on his cock. He starts thrusting, diving as deep as possible and then reaches for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. It feels so good. Too good to be true. He doesn’t fuck you - it’s way more than that. His lips move up and down your neck, leaving desperate kisses between pants and grunts. Suguru is in pain and you’re the cure. Suguru is the moon and you’re the sun. Suguru is the believer.

And you’re the god.

You asked him about it one night.

„Do you believe in God, Suguru?”

He said he didn’t, but he changed his mind. He does.

His god is right there, under his fingers.

You come again, moaning right into his lips when you kiss, and the way you clench around him sends him to the edge. He hides his head into the crook of your neck and twitches inside of you, warm cum covering your insides as he pants, hips desperately bucking into you. You’re barely conscious, but you wrap your arms around him and hold him as he’s trying to catch his breath. His heartbeat runs through you and it kinda feels like you’re one person. Maybe that’s exactly what you have become.

One.

„Are you still hungry?”

You can feel him laughing into your skin. Suguru moves his head up and readjusts it, so he can see the bite marks on your neck a little better. Like a tattoo. Another one to your collection.

„Starving.”

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soullessdianthus · 9 months

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 | 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 "𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭" 𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲

Summary: Your boyfriend returns from the latest deployment and you're ready to spend a nice evening together. But his past haunts him especially during the night while you lay in his arms.

A/N: I needed comfort, okay? HE NEEDED IT. That's it, just snuggling and stuff. Enjoy.

Warnings: generally comfort/fluff, mentions of miliatry and related PTSD, a hint of past intercourse

Word count: 1.3k

When he finally arrived at the apartament and locked the doors behind his hunched back, Simon let out a loud sigh. The tips of his coarse fingers brushed against the blonde hair on his occiput. He put down black hockey bag and made his way to the living room.

━ Simon!

A voice so familiar and heartwarming made his tired body spark with a dash of joy. He turned around to face you just in time, as your legs wrapped around his hips in a cheerful hop.

He caught you by your thighs and hoisted even higher to secure your form.

━ Missed you too, luv. ━ Simon stated happily, when you pressed a soft kiss onto the new scar on his jawline. Perhaps, it was one of the old ones, but you hadn’t noticed it earlier? You couldn’t remember, if the little detail was there before his deployment on the other side of the world.

Simon slowly put you down onto the floor, a subtle smile forming on his lips. You, on the other hand, were a breathing and living spark of joy.

━ Go take a shower, I’ll be waiting with dinner. ━ You instructed him, as your eyes roamed over his toned body, searching for any serious injuries.

━ I reek, eh?

The blonde man placed his palms over the sides of your pretty face just as he leaned to kiss your forehead. Riley inhaled the lovely scent of your hair - it made him feel home.

━ Just a little ━ you said jokingly, looking up into your boyfriend’s dark eyes. His almost black gaze usually scared people, reminding them of nothingness. But you thought he had beautiful eyes. The most beautiful you’d ever seen. ━ Go on.

You gently pulled his hand towards the cozy bathroom, encouraging him to take a warm shower. The room was still steamy as you ran a bath for yourself not so long ago. The ends of your hair still curled due to wetness.

Simon took a look over the counter and saw already prepared clean clothes, folded impeccably and smelling of your favorite detergent. He looked in the mirror and reminded himself how lucky he was to have you.

Around fifteen minutes passed and your lieutenant joined you in the kitchen. His strong arms sneaked from behind, entangling around your waist. Simon hummed, being curious about the delicious smell.

━ It’s just some pasta with pesto, something easily digestible for the night. ━ You explained, sprinkling the ingredients with some grated cheese. Simon never complained about your cooking, it was impeccable. The two of you enjoyed preparing meals together if his work allowed some time for that.

Both of you sat down to the dining table, close to each other. He ate and listened patiently as you flooded him with the latest gossip from your work, neighborhood or mutual friends.

You never asked him about his missions if he hadn’t addressed the subject himself. You knew the toll the work had on him. And not only the military assignments. Simon went through a lot of tough things in his life, leaving him with a post traumatic stress disorder that resurfaced in the most random moments.

But you were there for him, always.

━ You wanna pick out the movie? I’m going to change, okay? ━ You suggested your boyfriend, when you finished the meal and cleaned afterwards. Simon nodded, approving of such plans.

He was a man simple to please.

You returned to him - a blonde man sitting comfortably on the couch, his eyes lingering up and down your form - particularly your hips flirtatiously swaying to the sides. You changed into the pastel blue nightgown he bought you last year. It was silk, a material which poured between one’s fingers.

Just like you, between Simon’s fingers on a stormy night, when he pressed his forehead to yours, taking in each short breath you gasped out in pleasure. He savored them, so the lieutenant could recall them when he was away on a mission.

You sat down on the couch next to him. But before you could make yourself comfortable, Simon pulled your bare legs over his lap. Your cheek rested upon his collarbone, a delicate palm spreaded across his chest.

Oh, how much you missed him. All of him.

His body was pleasantly radiating warmth. Simon’s slowed and steady breathing, which raised the ribcage of his, eventually lulled you to sleep. It was a tough week for both of you.

You meant to spend that evening with him, talking about the things he missed while deployment. But it was hard to fight the sweet sleep, when Simon snuck one of his hands over your scalp and began to gently rub your head.

It wasn’t long before he noticed - your body stilled, muscles absolutely relaxed against him. Simon let you lay beside him until the movie ended. It was the right time to go to bed.

You woke up, feeling his arms scooping under your knees and head. The urge to shift and stand up on your own legs was suppressed by his calm approach.

━ I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to fall asleep. ━ You apologized to him, the tone of your voice dreamy, half-asleep, while he carried both of you to the bedroom.

━ ‘s okay. I’ve got you.

The night was calm. Beside the pouring rain, heavy droplets banging on the windows and its sill - a charm of the country you lived in. The tapping melody brought the both of you a deep sleep, your body clinging to Simon’s chest.

It always felt safe - falling asleep next to him, when the person was the most vulnerable. At the beginning of your relationship, the soldier found it hard to sleep through the whole night peacefully. But as the time passed by, he grew to be more comfortable around his partner. Such thing as sleep was… quite intimate to lieutenant Riley.

But there were nights, more difficult and frightening than the others, when the horror of Ghost’s past resurfaced.

He was sweating, each muscle flexing for a painful amount of time. But it was his heavy breathing, muffled whispers that woke you up.

You slowly pulled away and sat on the bed beside him. Always next to him. At first, you wanted to rub his tattooed forearm, but deep down you knew, that sudden touch can startle him even more.

━ Simon? ━ Your sweet, sleepy voice echoed somewhere in his consciousness, slowly pulling him out of the bloodshed. ━ Simon. You’re home.

Simon.

His dark eyes finally shot open as he inhaled sharply. Almost like he just had sleep apnea’s attack. Which you knew wasn’t the real cause.

━ Fuck ━ the blonde groaned, wiping his eyes. ━ Sorry, luv.

━ It’s okay. Do you need something? Water, pills?

You offered him help, at least as much as you could actually help to ease his pain. Now, when he was awake, your gentle touch began to caress his arm.

━ Just you.

Simon waited until you laid back down. And when you did so, he pressed his head into your collarbones and cleavage. Both of his limbs wrapped around your upper body, pulling you closer. His nose was almost squashed with your ribcage, but it didn’t matter. As long as he could feel your sweet smell.

Your palms wandered for a while over his occiput, massaging his aching head and brushing through his blonde hair.

Only when you felt his breaths slow down and when his heartbeat droped, you managed to fall back asleep. Knowing he managed to push his nightmares aside for you.

His home.

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lighthouseeee · 5 months

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Taka Soi Apartament

I fell in love with a new city, and I'm giving myself to it for the near future. There are 4 apartments on the lot (two studio apartments (1 for a student, the other for a couple) and family apartments for 2 rooms). This lot has a laundry room (popular in Asia).

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Download ZIP file: Dropbox

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lihhelsing · 6 months

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Final Part - Catfish Steddie

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When Steve walks into his apartment after a long shift at the coffee shop, it takes him almost a full five minutes to notice there’s someone else in there with him.

He’s been so tired lately he probably wouldn’t have noticed if the person, a petite strawberry blonde, hadn’t cleared her throat while looking at him.

“Uh. Hello?”

Had he walked into the wrong apartment? He couldn’t remember using his key but he’s pretty sure he did.

“Hi,” the girl smiles as she places a Vogue Magazine on the coffee table. Steve looks around and he knows this coffee table. He knows this apartament. He’s definitely in the right place.

Still doesn’t explain the girl.

“Who are you?”

She laughs as if he’s being funny but once she understands he’s serious, her smile falters a little.

“Chrissy. I’m Robin’s -“

“Girlfriend. Yeah. She’s not here.”

Chrissy nods. “I know. I’m here for you.”

Either she’s going to murder him or try to convince him to forgive Robin and Steve’s not sure which one is worse right now.

“Then you wasted your time. You can go now. Or stay, I don’t care.”

Chrissy clicks her tongue. “Robin did a shitty thing.”

“Yeah. You don’t say.”

“She’s not a bad person, though.”

Steve shrugs. “It doesn’t matter, does it? She still hurt people.”

She hurt me is what Steve means. He doesn’t say it out loud but he has the feeling Chrissy sees right through him.

“I was so mad when she told me. It was such a fucked up thing to do.”

Steve nods, doesn’t see the point in expanding this conversation.

“Look,” Chrissy says eventually. “She’s not a bad person, she just… sometimes she gets obsessed with things and she doesn’t know when it’s too much. This was too much. It was crazy and hurtful. I thought about… breaking up. But I know her and I know this was just a mistake.”

Steve doesn’t know why Chrissy is saying all those things to him. He shrugs. Maybe if he doesn’t engage she will leave him alone.

“I know it’s not good enough. But she’s really sorry.”

“Yeah.”

“She would love a chance to try and fix things.”

Steve shakes his head. “No thanks. I asked her to leave me alone.”

"Robin's not the best at boundaries if you haven't noticed," Chrissy says and it honestly annoys the hell out of Steve. He's pretty aware of his roommate's problems. He had been looking for another place to live ever since his talk with Robin but it seems luck isn't on his side, at least not with the budget he has right now.

"Oh, I noticed it alright," Steve replies dryly but that also doesn't seem to faze Chrissy. "Like I said, the best she can do right now is leave me alone and not send her girlfriend to, what? Guilt trip me into forgiving her? Not happening."

Chrissy seems a little ashamed at that, but Steve doesn't care. He doesn't! The people pleaser inside of him is definitely not cringing at himself right now.

"Listen. She did send me here, but all she wants is another chance at fixing things. She knows she fucked up bad but like I said, Robin's not a bad person. She was pretty nervous when you two first talked about this and she thinks she can explain herself better. I know it sounds like bullshit but I told her I would try to convince you to go talk to her and if you said no, we both would respect your decision."

Steve is about to say no. He wants to say no. He wants Robin to suffer for messing with his life and Eddie's and for fucking up something that could've been so good. But Eddie's not really answering his calls right now, Steve is about to flunk one of his classes because he's been so stressed about the whole thing. He's been stressing about getting a new place too, and finding a roommate that's not a total psycho and also someone who won't potentially try to sell his organs on the internet. He definitely needs a place that he can afford and for a second he considers it.

And then, he has an idea.

"Ok, I'll go."

Chrissy's whole face lightens up. She must really care about Robin to react like that just by Steve agreeing to go talk to her. He's not going to forgive her, just hear her out one more time because honestly? It can't get worse than it already is.

"Really?"

"Yeah. But I have one condition."

"Of course, anything," Chrissy says, nodding enthusiastically.

"I'll go and I'll hear her out. If she's just bullshitting me again, I get the apartment."

Chrissy frowns at him. "The apartment?"

"Yeah. I don't intend on keeping living with her but it's hard to find a place half decent that I can afford. And I can afford this and it's a pretty good place. So she'll keep paying her half until I find someone new to share. Then she'll be gone from my life."

Steve crosses his arms. Either way, he's going to win. He's going to get what he wants, no matter what, even if that's still not Eddie. Steve's been making peace with the fact that he's not going to get Eddie, after all.

Chrissy nods even though she doesn't seem sure.

"Shouldn't you check with Robin about this? I can wait."

She bites her lower lip but shakes her head. "No, it's fine. It's a deal."

Steve doesn't know exactly what to think but maybe Chrissy and Robin should work on their communication.

Chrissy waits as Steve gets ready. He honestly didn't feel like changing but she said he should take a shower and relax just a bit, so he wouldn't be all defensive when it was time to talk to Robin.

Steve sighs but he ends up agreeing because a nice, hot shower sounds good. His shift was proper hell today and he was looking forward to relaxing a bit, maybe watching something or even calling Dustin to catch up.

When he's ready, Chrissy announces she will be driving them and Steve shrugs but accepts anyway. He expects her to take him to her place or something so when she stops at a weird-looking parking lot Steve thinks maybe Chrissy is the one about to sell his organs on the internet.

"Go on," she nudges him softly and Steve raises an eyebrow. "C'mon, it's not that bad."

"I should've known looking for roommates on Craigslist would have consequences," he says as a joke. Mostly.

Chrissy chuckles. "It's not that bad."

It is that bad and she knows it. From what Steve can gather they are outside a dive bar in all its glory. Steve is not opposed to dive bars in general, but this was definitely not how he expected his Friday night to go.

"Fine, I'm going, but just so you know my parents will come for you if something happens to me."

"Robin says you don't talk to your parents," Chrissy grins at Steve and he shrugs.

"It was worth a shot," and then he's out of the car and into the quiet cold night.

The bar isn't as bad as Steve imagined, even if it's called Hellfire. Not a very inviting name but then again, it's absolutely packed and Steve is kind of shocked. There are old-looking guys who Steve would bet have come to this same bar every day for the last twenty years and then some twenty-somethings grouped everywhere, with cheap-ass beers in their hands and loud voices.

What surprises Steve the most is how both groups seem to get along pretty well, as long as they stay on their side of the bar.

Steve takes a look around trying to see Robin's mess of mousy-brown hair but she's nowhere to be found. For a second he thinks maybe Chrissy tricked him for some reason but when his eyes inspect the place once again he finds what he was looking for.

And it's not Robin.

Eddie is sitting in a booth in the far corner of the bar, with no one around him. Steve might not be the brightest person on earth but in that same second, he understands Eddie is there to meet him, for some reason.

He clenches his hands closed and walks toward him, trying not to think too hard about seeing Eddie again, otherwise he feels like he'd puke.

"Hey," Steve says as soon as he's close enough and Eddie rips his eyes from his bottle to look at Steve. There are too many feelings there for Steve to figure out so he nods to the empty seat in front of him. "Mind if I join you?"

Eddie shakes his head and Steve thinks he looks adorable.

"Interesting choice of place," Steve says to try and make things less awkward.

Eddie laughs and the sound is delicious and Steve feels like he's winning, somehow.

"I work here," Eddie admits, but he has a secret smile on his lips as if he knows exactly why Steve said what he said. As if they are connected in a way Steve had never felt with anyone else.

As if a minute had passed since the last time they talked and not weeks.

"Good to know," Steve says and he thinks he's flirting even though he should be apologizing but Eddie doesn't seem mad that he's flirting because he's flirting back. Or so Steve hopes he is.

"Robin said it was a safe choice," Eddie says and Steve can feel her name souring his mood a little. "Sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned her."

Maybe Steve needs to get this over with.

"It's ok. I just really needed to say I'm sorry again. I hate that you got caught up in something so awful and fucked up and I'm sorry I didn't try harder to explain myself and-"

"Stop."

Steve does because he's been rejected by Eddie once and he's afraid he's getting rejected again. He thinks - no, he knows - he wouldn't survive it.

"Robin might've ambushed me at work and forced me to listen to her explanations and her weird apology."

Steve clicks his tongue. He rests one of his hands on top of the table and feels the pull towards Eddie. If this was any other date he would reach out and grab his hand but he's not even sure this is a date.

"I'm sorry for that too. Chrissy told me she has a hard time understanding boundaries."

Eddie shrugs as if it doesn't matter. "Yeah, well. That was clear from the start."

At that, they both laugh and it feels so right it hurts. Steve had accepted the fact that he wouldn't get this, not with Eddie, and now.

Now he might.

"I'm really sorry, Eddie," Steve's not looking at him when he says it but then he feels a warm, calloused hand on his and he looks up. Eddie is smiling softly at him as if they were all alone in the whole world.

"You don't need to apologize. Robin explained everything and she said you had nothing to do with it. I'm sorry my insecurities got the best of me. I should've let you explain yourself. I should've believed you."

Eddie's hand feels good around his and Steve moves until their fingers are intertwined. Eddie has a couple of tattoos on his fingers which contrast with Steve's blank ones in a way that feels absolutely right.

"I'm still sorry. I hate that you got caught up in this," Steve answers easily.

"Me too," Eddie says. His thumb starts drawing circles on Steve's hand. "But in a fucked up way it brought me to you, here. So maybe I don't hate it all that much."

Steve smiles. He doesn't hate it either.

Talking to Eddie is as easy as the first day and Steve feels amazed by it.

They keep their hands securely clasped together as they sip their beers and talk about everything. Steve tells Eddie about his talk with Robin right after he left and how angry and upset he was. Eddie tells him about his talk with Robin and how… Numb he felt.

He explains he spent so much time thinking he had Steve all figured out that it was really hard for him to see he didn't. To see Steve was telling the truth and to see Steve, for some weird reason, really wanted Eddie.

Steve feels his cheeks burning hot at that and his skin tingles in the places it meets Eddie's.

After an hour they drift off to other subjects as if this is nothing more than a typical Friday night date for them. As if they are just picking up right where they left off.

It's almost 3 in the morning when a shorter guy with curly hair approaches their table and announces it's the last round - and it's on the house.

"Thanks, Gareth," Eddie says but he doesn't make eye contact with the guy. And the guy actually looks like he's glaring at Steve.

Steve furrows his brows and Eddie squeezes his hand softly.

"It's complicated, he's just like, overprotective. I'll tell you all about it later."

Later.

It gives Steve hope.

Later looks like the empty alley behind the bar at almost 4 am.

Not for any Gareth stuff, but for… Other stuff.

Steve lets Eddie push him up against the wall and kiss him like the world is ending.

Steve kisses him right back as if they could fix the world with it.

Eddie feels warm and soft pressed against him and Steve can't contain the small sounds leaving his mouth. Eddie swallows every single one of them, hands finding their way underneath Steve's polo shirt.

Skin touching skin as Eddie's fingers explore him, squeezing and moving around, drawing circles that drive Steve crazy because he wants more. He wants more and more. Eddie lets his fingers brush on Steve's nipple and he can't help but moan, even if they are still in public.

"Come home with me," Steve pleads, face buried in Eddie's neck as he drowns in his scent. Eddie smells warm and sweet and so good Steve wants to stay there forever. "Please, baby. Come home with me."

Eddie nods against his skin as his mouth nips at whatever he can find and Steve thinks he can come undone right here if Eddie keeps that up. He doesn't want to stop but he does it anyway because he also wants to take his time.

He and Eddie never rushed into anything and they are not rushing into this. Eddie smiles that gorgeous smile of his and Steve feels like he could die right now and he would still be the happiest guy on earth.

"Lead the way," Eddie whispers and Steve does, pulling him away from the wall before it's too late and he loses all his strength. He keeps their hands wrapped up together because he knows that's how it's supposed to be.

He brings Eddie home again, and that tonight they take their time with each other. They talk and laugh and kiss and smile. They take pieces of clothing off and they spread their fingers everywhere. They touch and squeeze and scratch.

They take each other apart knowing they won't ever be apart again. It's a silent promise in between kisses and laughter. It's a spoken promise when they are all sweaty and tangled up in each other, hands still clasped together, with no space in between their bodies.

Eddie kisses him again and again and again and Steve feels like he's floating.

Steve kisses him again and again and again and he hopes he gets to do it forever.

They wake up to a buzzing sound that tells Steve someone is there but when he opens the door there's only this big breakfast basket. He doesn't need to open the note to know it comes from Robin (and Chrissy, he finds out later).

There are all kinds of foods and a fancy sparkling wine that Eddie immediately opens and pours a glass saying you can only fight a hangover drinking more and Steve wants to drop everything and lock Eddie in his room with just the wine.

There's also a key Steve recognizes as their front door key. He hums as he looks at it and Eddie pushes the wine in his hand as he grabs a piece of bread from the basket.

"Are you going to forgive her, you think?"

His question isn't loaded with anything other than curiosity. Steve gets the feeling Eddie wouldn't judge him either way and still, he doesn't know the answer. He shrugs and feels Eddie hugging him from behind.

"That's ok. There's no right answer here," Eddie says, placing kisses on his shoulder and neck as if he's chasing every single one of Steve's moles. Maybe he is.

"I don't really know what to do," Steve admits it out loud. Eddie's hand feels so solid around his waist and he feels grounded for the first time in a long time. Maybe ever.

"Her professor is getting his license revoked," Eddie says and Steve feels a strange satisfaction at that. "She's getting suspended and is probably going to lose the whole semester."

Steve doesn't know if it's too much or not enough. There are too many feelings inside his chest right now.

"I'm just saying. It's not only up to you to punish her. And you should, you know. Punish her. However you want. Just don't punish yourself in the process, ok?"

Steve's not sure what this means but he knows he's going to figure it out. Robin already gave up the apartment and she's getting held back in school, and Eddie is here and maybe Steve believes nothing else matters right now.

"You're too smart for your own good," Steve says as he turns in Eddie's arms and finds his mouth so he can kiss him again.

He tastes like sparks flying and Steve kisses him like he could love him.

Eddie kisses him back as if he already loves him.

For now, it feels like enough.

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#steve harrington #Eddie Munson #Coffee Shop AU #AU #Alternate Universe #Stranger Things #Fanfic #Stranger Things fanfic #Steddie #Steddie Fanfic #Catfish AU #Steddie ficlet

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jessejaredstories · 8 months

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Relationship Changes

Tony and Salma were, for the most part, your typical Mexican American couple. They had first met at new student orientation when they were placed in the same group together. The two instantly hit it off. They were best friends for their first two years of college until Tony finally asked her out the summer before their junior year. They started dating and from there the rest was history. Tony and Salma just celebrated their five year anniversary too! They were truly as happy as could be.

However, this was only how it looked on the outside. The truth was that their “perfect” relationship was nothing but a facade. Behind closed doors laid a relationship full of nothing but anger, fighting, and headaches. While every relationship was bound to have their ups and downs, Tony and Salma’s relationship only seemed to be going down lately. But even though they were both willing to put in the work to save the relationship, nothing seemed to be working. Not even several sessions of couples therapy could help! That special spark they had when they first dated was gone, and although Tony wasn’t planning on going anywhere, Salma had already decided she would be breaking it off very soon. After all, if all they did was fight nowadays, splitting up would be the best option for both of them.

One day, after going out to brunch together, Tony and Salma were sitting quietly in the car as Tony drove back to their apartament. Another date had gone to shit. Snide remarks and passive aggression were the only things on the menu that day. As expected, that made for an awkward car ride back home full of quiet tension between the two lovebirds.

Once Tony pulled up into the parking garage, Salma stormed out of the car without delay. Tony hopped out after her.

“Where are you going!?” Tony called out.

“To shower! You got a problem with that too or what!?” Salma shouted back.

“Aren’t we gonna talk about what happened at the cafe today first!?”

“Why? So you can just ignore everything I have to say again?”

“Maybe I wouldn’t ignore you if you actually had something nice to say for once! All you did is bitch about everything!!”

That last remark made Salma stop right in her tracks. She then turned around with eyebrows furrowed and a face full of disbelief.

“I’M the one that bitches about everything!?”

“YES! Everything I do, you gotta find a problem with it!!”

“Cuz you don’t do anything!! And even when you do, you do it only because I tell you to, not because you want to!”

The two kept bickering back and forth for another minute or so before Salma finally had enough and walked away. Tony let out a heavy sigh as he slammed his car door shut, taking some of his frustration out on the vehicle. He was at his wits’ end trying to figure out how to save his relationship. It seemed like no matter what he said or did, it just wasn’t enough anymore. In fact, it only seemed to make things worse! Unable to come up with anything, Tony looked up at the sky and wondered if breaking up was really the only option left. He hated the thought, but without some type of divine intervention, he knew they were only going to get worse for them the longer it goes on.

Meanwhile, Salma had just hopped into the shower. She breathed in and out as she let the warm water hit her nude body, letting the water melt away any tension in her body. Salma truly believed Tony was the one for her, but it was pretty clear that just wasn’t true. She frowned, but she did not cry. She already cried everything she had, now she was just left with the bitter indifference. Although she was ready to break it off, a part of her secretly wished they could somehow find a way to stay together. Salma wasn’t sure what exactly that miracle solution would’ve entailed. She perished the thought, then proceeded to wash her hair.

But while both Tony and Salma were busy trying to calm down after their latest fight, their wishes did not go unheard. Because they both expressed wanting to stay together, the universe went to work making a new reality where they could happily stay together.

The changes in reality began with Salma. As she was about to finish her shower, she began to feel a strange yet strong warmness radiating within her body. In an effort to make it stop, she tried turning the shower faucet to cold, but that did nothing. The warmness grew stronger. Her body began to ache, and she held her hands against the aching parts of her body to apply pressure.

“Why am I so hot all of a sudden…?” Salma questioned. As soon as she finished that sentence, the changes began.

Salma kneeled over as the body aches grew more intense. She felt the pain in her breasts the most. Salma cupped her breasts with her hands. She could literally feel as her tiddies miraculously shrunk in size! She could also feel tiny hairs start sprouting around her nipples. Within seconds, her breasts had transformed into a man’s chest with a set of firm, well toned pecs— Pecs that looked exactly like Tony’s.

The transformation continued throughout Salma’s body. All the body hair she meticulously kept shaved grew right back in. She could feel the tiny pricks on her skin as the hair grew. Arm hair, leg hair, armpit and even pubic hair all grew right in until she possessed bushes of black hair everywhere. But that wasn’t all, she also grew a well-groomed mustache and beard just like her boyfriend’s goatee. Her once long, flowing hair receded until she had a buzzcut to match Tony’s hairstyle.

Her body then began thickening with muscle as her body started pumping out testosterone instead of estrogen. She soon lost her curvy, womanly figure and instead gained her boyfriend’s manly, athletic build. And while Salma’s body took on muscle mass, the new hormones began changing her genitalia too. Salma could not suppress her moans as the warm sensations overtook her vagina. Her clit stretched and projected outwards while her ovaries transformed into a pair of hairy balls. They then flopped out of her pussy while her clit finished morphing itself to look like a dick. Everything grew and transformed until Salma possessed an identical set of cock and balls to Tony’s.

“Ohhh fuck… What the fuck is happening to me…” Salma said in between moans, not noticing that her voice had dropped several pitches in tone as her Adam’s apple grew in. The warm sensations of body transformation left her in a state of arousal. Perhaps if it was the testosterone talking, but Salma found herself wanting to fuck something with her cock as she finished becoming Tony. “He” hopped out of the shower and admired his body in the mirror with a cocky smirk on his face, just like Tony would’ve done.

While Salma was busy in the shower, Tony was busy in their shared bedroom. He eventually came inside after pacing around the parking lot. But needing a way to relieve some stress himself, Tony turned to rubbing one out while watching one of his favorite videos. “Couple fuck in public at Walmart!” That video was his number one favorite. Although with how often he had been watching it lately, Salma would’ve killed him if she found out he turned to videos to get off.

“Nrghhh, fuck yeah! Just like that…!” Tony said with bated breath. Sounds of fapping filled the room as he got closer and closer to finishing. However, just before he could climax, his own transformation started.

A heat flash hit Tony like a dumpster truck. He got red in the face and began sweating buckets because of it, but the sudden warmth wasn't enough to deter him from getting his rocks off. Instead, he started stroking his already leaking cock even faster while groaning and grunting sensually even louder than before. While Tony was too busy jerking off to notice, his body began going through a transformation of its own.

Any body and facial hair Tony had had rescinded back into his pores, leaving him perfectly smooth all over. As his body started producing more estrogen, all of his well-earned muscles grew softer and softer until they were gone. His pecs ballooned outward and his nipples grew in size until he had a nice, perky set of tits. Tony's body then grew more curvy and voluptuous until he had the exact same hourglass figure Salma had.

"Arghh... oh fuck..." Tony groaned. His heavy, cum-filled balls were bouncing furiously as he kept stroking his cock. He was oblivious to the fact that every guttural grunt he let out was growing increasingly higher pitched. Soon enough, his manish groans had turned into womanly moans too.

"Ughhh... fuck yeahh... ohh yeah...! Oh my God ahhh ohhh yeahh...!!"

Tony was getting closer and closer to finishing. He closed his eyes and focused solely on getting off. But then his cock and balls started sinking back into his body. Within seconds, his genitalia had transformed into a pussy, moist and wet from Tony masturbating. Obviously without a dick, Tony couldn't stroke himself off anymore. So instead, he turned to fingering himself. Just like Salma, Tony had become a picture perfect copy of his girlfriend and all without him noticing.

"Salma" filled the room with her loud moans and wet macaroni noises while she kept fingering her new coochie. Then, out of nowhere, Tony came into the room dressed in nothing but a white towel. He took one look at his naked girlfriend, smirked, then dropped the towel to reveal his already growing erection. Salma beckoned him by biting her lip and opening her legs wide. Then without hesitation, Tony rushed in and joined her on the bed. He kissed her while he stuck his rock hard cock inside of her. She matched his energy, and the two proceeded to fuck until they both came about an hour later.

They fucked passionately, just like they did back when they first started dancing. Although Tony and Salma had transformed into one another on both a physical and mental level, they were lucky enough to retain their original feelings and memories. It was because of that sudden literal change in perspective that the two lovebirds were able to understand where the other was coming from. They were finally able to sort out their issues and continued being the lovey dovey couple both in front of company as well as behind closed doors.

And although the new Tony and Salma have no idea why they switched bodies the way they did, they learned to just forget about it and move on. After all, they were both able to perfectly simulate into their new identities without a problem. Nowadays, the only major problem they have is how to plan a big wedding. Cheers to newly engaged "Tony" and "Salma"!

#male transformation #female transformation

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aphrogeneias · 1 month

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rockstar!eddie reaction when he sees assistant!reader all glammed up for their first big awards show - just desperate and proud to show her off to the world but also possessive & making it known she’s his 🥵

the best part about this is that you don't even notice the way he'd been staring at you because you'd been busy all night

their label assigned manager and his own assistant are there, but they made sure to bring rick and you as well (they trust you more than anyone, not just eddie, the whole band). rick is there wearing the only suit he owns and networking around, but you're running corroded coffin like it's the navy.

leading the boys where they need to be, going over their schedule for the night, making sure they know where to sit in the theater, if they need anything else. you're busy, and you don't notice how eddie has had his eyes glued to you all night, like he's in a trance.

your dress isn't even new, just a long black number you had in your closet since forever, a backless dress. you convinced to do your hair in your bedroom while you took care of your own makeup, not thinking about how you'd be seen. people who work behind the scenes don't usually get noticed.

he noticed you, though. like he always does.

his hand on your waist when he thinks no one's watching, guiding you ahead of them. a brush of a hand, wishing he could hold it. a kiss to your exposed neck in a dark corner, getting a kick of how it makes you shiver. pulling you into a quick kiss and getting lightheaded when he noticed his cologne rubbed off on your dress.

he'd have you on his arm right there, right in front of the incessant flashing of the cameras, in front of all his fellow artists. he knew he could, no one would be able to stop him — but the satisfaction of knowing that, no matter how much others looked at you, he'd be the one taking you home that night.

your dress looked way prettier on the floor of apartament, anyway.

#eddie in a suit with his wild hair and his tattoos looking every other guy who dares to look your way deep in the eye like a guard dog #you know those assholes who think they can have their way with any woman who's “beneath” them? yeah #not on eddie's watch #eddie munson x reader #anonymous #inbox #nothing else matters

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carbondioxda · 5 months

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A cigarette

Simon ,,Ghost” Riley/reader

a/n: might contain a little swearing, i think i’m projecting my grief, english isn’t my first language sorry for any mistakes!

c/w: angst ig, hurt no comfort, no beta we die like men aaand reader is a girl, no use of y/n

He sat on the couch, in complete silence. The apartment was so empty, it was overwhelming. Just like the amount of guilt he felt.

Why did he scream at her right before she went out? It was the only time she seemed scared before a mission. The only time she desperately didn’t want to go.

,,Pull yourself together, for fuck’s sake, you’ve been panicking so much it’s making me wanna blow my head off.”

That were the last words Ghost said to her. The last he ever will.

,,No, wait, I’m so sorry, Si-”

She stuttered, while another soldier pulled her slightly by her arm.

,,I love you Si!”

She managed to shout, but he wouldn’t have time to respond anyway. Now that he thought about it, Simon had never seen a look like that on her face - like she was certain she’d die. The girl he loved so much wanted to say a proper goodbye, or stay if that was even possible somehow.

He couldn’t even cry. Everything felt so normal here, like she’d come home any second and yet, his ears were ringing ever since Price called.

The ashtray was dirty with whatever was left of her cigarettes. The milk wasn’t finished. He bought her new shampoo a few days ago. A charger wrapped in tape was still plugged to a wall.

He was deadly afraid to touch anything. It was like he’d cause her to dissapear completely, even though she was already gone. His conversation with Captain echoed in his mind from time to time.

,,I’m so sorry for you loss, L.T.”

,,…Was it at least quick?”

He spat the question out. He had to know she didn’t suffer. Price didn’t want to answer for a moment, then he heard a deep sigh.

,,…I’m sorry”

The response made his heart drop. He wished it just stopped, the same moment hers had. She died a long, painful death, alone somewhere on a mission. He might’ve as well been the one that killed her, because that’s how he felt anyway.

It was unimaginable. He really would never touch her skin again? Hear her voice? Touch her hair?

He looked at the stupid kitchen counter. She’d always sit up on it on the weekends and make his coffee right when she heard him wake up, so that whenever he came out of his room, his coffee was ready. How the fuck would he be able to make himself coffee ever again without her to drink it with?

A wave went over him, weakening his muscles. He finally broke when he noticed a strand of her hair one of the pillows. There were traces of her everywhere, like she purposefuly wanted to haunt him out of spite. Remind him of his horrible words.

The callendar marked 14th September. It was already the 16th, but the world stopped on the 14th. How dare did the world go on, when his froze. How did everybody just live without her? She’d miss out on so much. He wouldn’t be even able to tell her all about it. It wasn’t supposed to happen, not to her, his girl, the only one that he ever loved.

Her death wasn’t something he could just…move on from. He’ll stay there, in that very apartament, still drinking coffee, with her sitting on the counter. Charging their phones with a broken charger.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #x reader #ao3 #reader insert #modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #grief #angst #no beta we die like men #death

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czrpenters · 1 year

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stupid | sam carpenter x reader

summary: maybe you just had the most challenging, yet stupidiest decision of your life.

pairings: sam carpenter x fem!reader, meeks-martin!reader.

warnings: scream vi spoilers ahead, mention of injuries, blood and death. reader is mindy and chad's older sister. english is not my first language.

word count: 1.5k words.

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You couldn't believe it.

You never would've know that there was still a risk when you decided to leave Woodsboro with your siblings and your friends. You thought that it was over. That it was in the past. And now, Ghostface followed you all to New York. The nightmare began all over again. You've lost 3 friends over that motherfucker and you weren't ready to lose more.

After the last attacks in Woodsboro, in which you've almost lost your siblings and your own life for, you've decided to take a few self-defense lessons. Being careful was never going to be enough. You had pepper spray, a taser and a knife that you carried on your bag day after day. It was so fucking tiring being alert all the time, but you had to. You unfortunately was never going to be safe. I guess being the girlfriend of a ghostface target came with a cost, right?

And now, you were running from an asshole in a ghostface mask again, this time in New York, in your apartament. You just lost Quinn, your roommate, to him; Anika got stabbed and Mindy got injured. All of that adrenaline and fear got worse when the killer cornered you all into the bathroom, and for a split second you thought that this was it. It was the end of the line. You were going to die with your girlfriend today, Chad would lose both of his sisters and Tara would be alone. You couldn't stop thinking about them.

"(Y/N), let's go!" Sam shouted while opening the window. You saw your neighbour Danny right at the other building, with a ladder on his hands, putting it across both buildings like a bridge. That was actually a very good plan. He secured the ladder with his hands, while Ghostface was trying to open the door that Mindy and you secured with some furniture, but it was not enough, so you were holding the furniture to make sure that he wasn't gonna pass through. Anika was crying in pain right next to Mindy, and she was trying her best to press down to her girlfriend's wound so she wouldn't bleed to death. "You go first, let's go!"

"No fucking way, Sam! You go, then Mindy, Anika and me." You replied, in an kinda obvious tone, while Sam shook her head no. "I need to hold the fucking door, Sam! Just trust me on this, okay? I'm gonna be fine, I promise you that. Now go. Don't think, just go." She kissed your lips goodbye, praying that it wasn't going to be the last time she did that.

Even though she was very afraid, she passed the ladder successfully. It got you very relieved. She was safe. She was with Danny. She was okay. Mindy was next, even though she didn't wanted to leave her girlfriend and you, she passed the ladder quickly so she could help Anika do the same. It was getting harder and harder to hold down the door, but you needed your family to be safe, you needed them to be happy, even if it meant without you. "(Y/N)..." Anika said while crying, as if you were already dead.

"Don't you do that, okay? Don't think, just go, remember?" You quickly took your jacket off and tossed it to her, so she could put around her wound while she was on the ladder. "Put this on your stomach and go. Now, Anika."

You could see Sam and Mindy crying at the other side, and you hated to worry your family like this, but you wanted them to believe you had a plan. Even if you had to sacrifice yourself for them. Anika took the longest to pass through the ladder, due to the fact that she was holding your jacket on her wound, but she finally got to the other side with no problems. Before you could think about anything else, Ghostface made a brutal push on the door, which made you tumble and lose control over it. You could hear the girls screaming in fear, but you hoped that at least one of them called the police already, and if they did, your job was only to stall that motherfucker while the cops were coming. It was a stupid idea, but it was the only one you had.

So, you finally gave in. You stepped aside from the door and the killer got in, and you had enough time to go over the window and drop the ladder, which made Sam scream at you, but you weren't going to take any chances. He wasn't going to even have the option to think about crossing that ladder.. He wasn't as anxious like 5 minutes ago, he was calm; ready to gut your whole body while your family watched. He cornered you and got ready to stab you, but you thought quicker; hoping he was a dude, you tried to literally kick him in the balls. It distracted him for a few seconds, which were enough for you to turn around and grab anything to defend yourself. But that was clearly a mistake, since you felt a sharp pain on your back almost immediately. Sam and Mindy were screaming at you, but you weren't listening. You yelled in pain, and to move your arm became quite difficult, but with your last ounce of strenght, you grabbed a ceramic lamp and broke it on his head. It was getting hard to breathe, he probably hit you in your lung or something, but you tried your best to stay awake and ignore the excruciating pain you were feeling. And before he could do anything else, some sirens and red lights could be seen through the window. Thank god, you thought. He grabbed his knife and fled the place, as if he was just an allucination, and you finally let your guard down. It was over.

You sat down on the bathroom floor, bleeding, trying your best to not lose consciousness, but it got harder and harder each minute. You thought about Sam, in how she was probably safe right now, with Mindy. They were at Danny's, you thought. They're okay. You hoped Chad and Tara were fine too, and definetly prayed that Anika would survive. You couldn't stop thinking about them; and it was the last thing you remember before closing your eyes and letting your body rest.

You opened your eyes, the bright lights and colours of the room were heavy on your eyes. "Am I dead?"you thought. No one was in your room, but after a minute of searching, you found a blue button to call for the nurse, which made her come into your room in a couple of seconds later. "Where is Sam...? Is she okay?" You said, hoarse, when the nurse finally got into your room.

"I will find Miss Carpenter for you, okay? Do you need anything right now?"

"I need to see if she's fine." You were so tired, your eyes and body were begging for some rest but that would only happen after you've seen your siblings and girlfriend. After a couple of minutes, the love of your life came barging into the room, with a worried look on her face. "Oh my god, (Y/N)."

She hugged you tight, making you wince in pain.

"You do know that I'm injured, right?" You joked, making her laugh a little. Damn, you missed that laugh. "Shut up, jackass. I got worried as fuck. The doctor said you were stabbed in your lung, but nothing too serious. You should be out of here tomorrow."

"Was I out for too long? How's Anika? And my siblings?" You've bombarded her with questions, so she sat down close to you and held your hand.

"Anika will be fine. She is resting right now, got through a few surgeries. Chad and Tara are fine, and Mindy got a few stitches." She kissed the back of your hand. "And you were out for at least, 8 hours."

"Damn, you got me fucking worried. You came here and hugged me like I've been in a 4 week coma, babe." She pretended to be offended and laughed.

"It felt like forever to me, idiot. But I got really worried yesterday, (Y/N)." She got serious in the last part. "What the fuck were you thinking? To face the killer like that. To fucking drop the ladder??You could've died."

"If I didn't do that, the four of us would've died. If that's your way to say 'thank you', it sucked. Try again." You joked again, making her smile.

"I'm being serious, (Y/N). That was irresponsible. You couldn't beat a killer that size without a weapon!"

"Okay, first of all, I do have weapons. They just weren't with me at that specific moment. And second of all, of course I could! I am trained in jiu-jitsu, Samantha. I could stick that guy's head in his own ass if I wanted to."

"You had THREE jiu-jitsu classes, (Y/N)! That does NOT count as training!" She said in an obvious tone.

"Whatever. You're just jealous because the instructor told you that your arms were too flimsy to practice jiu-jitsu." You teased, making her flick you on your arm. "Ow!"

"Don't you ever do that to me again, okay?"

"I promise that I'll never try to kick ghostface's ass again, even though I am professionally trained to do so."

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pinkthick · 8 months

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A sick vampire

Pairing: Vampire!Doctor Strange x Fem!Reader

Summary: Stephen comes home somehow late for your movie night and at first, you thought that Wong gave him extra chores and you were already thinking of ways to kill the Sorcerer Supreme, but Stephen finally arrived so everything was alright. Or so you thought. He had a little fever.

This is for @indoraptorgirlwind 🥹

The cozy apartament was illuminated by the soft glow of the television, casting dancing shadows across the walls. You have prepared a cozy movie night, complete with popcorn, a fluffy blanket and your favourite movie. The only thing that was missing was your husband.

Stephen promised to be home by 9 PM and it was already 10 PM. You knew he wasn’t on a mission, he just had some lessons today at Kamar-taj with some new students — and if you remembered correctly they were little kids — so you didn’t know why he wasn’t already here with you, on the couch, under your fluffy blanket. If Wong somehow gave him extra chores, you would probably kill him, especially since you told him you had the day off today and you would very much like to spend it with your husband.

Just then the crackling magic startled you and saw a very tired Stephen going through it. Well at least he wasn’t in his robes and he was in something more casual.

He didn’t even greet you. Rude. And he then sat down on the couch with his head in your lap, which alarmed you a little bit because he had a slightly disheveled apperance, which was unusual for him. His eyes were a bit darker than usual, and there was a faint sheen of sweat on his pale forehead.

“Hello to you too.” You said and delivered a little shove on his chest which made a warm smile appear on his face, his lips revealing the faintest hint of fangs as he spoke “Hey there.”

You raised an eyebrow at the vampire-sorcerer and placed a hand on his forehead “You're running a little warm. I didn't think vampires could get sick."

Stephen sighed, leaning into your touch. “I didn’t think that either, but Wong said we could so there’s that.” And you wrapped the cozy blanket around him too. Dork.

You took the remote from the coffee table and you glanced at Stephen quickly, who was positioned comfortably in your lap and with a soft smile, you pressed play, the movie’s opening scenes filling the room.

As the minutes passed, you were engrossed in the plot — however, you couldn’t help but notice that Stephen’s attention seemed to be drifting elsewhere. You felt his breathing grow slightly irregular against your thight, and a small frown creased your brown. Gently brushing your fingers through his salt and pepper hair — or oreo hair — you looked down at him, your concern evident “Stephen?” You whispered, your voice a soothing murmur.

His eyes remained closed, his expression serene, though there was a hint of strain in his features. He took a shallow breath, his response almost a whisper. “What?”

You bit your lip and wanted to push your bastard off your lap but didn’t. “Are you feeling okay?”

A faint smile ghosted across Stephen's lips, though it seemed to take effort. “Fine, marvelous even.” he said with sarcasm, his voice carrying a hint of discomfort.

“You’re a dick.” And your fingers instinctively brushed against his warm forehead. Well, he does have a fever alright.

You shifted carefully beneath him, allowing him to stretch out on the couch. You hit him with a pillow and he finally opened his eyes, which were glowing red. “Use it.” And Stephen scoffed but propped his head up as you traced your finger over his features.

Then you gently stood up and went to the kitchen to make him a compress. You found a towel and dampened it with cold water and you returned to the living room in record time. Stephen was still lying on the couch, his expression a mix of exhaustion and discomfort. With a small smile, you approached your husband and gently placed the compress on his forehead.

He let out a sigh of relief at the cool touch, his eyes fluttering closed. As you wanted to pull a way to go in the kitchen to get him a bag of blood from the refrigerator, you were caught off guard by his grip on your wrist. You looked down at him, only to find him pressing kisses against your skin, one after another.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips “What are you doing?” you asked, bemusement coloring your tone.

He paused, his lips hovering just above your wrist as he looked up at you through half-lidded eyes. "Just showing my appreciation," he murmured, his voice a soft, affectionate rasp.

“Yeah, well. Show your appreciation by getting better.” You replied, your fingers gently carding through his hair. A faint, playful glint lit up Stephen's eyes as he held your gaze. “I can show my appreciation by doing other fun things.”

Rolling your eyes with a mock sigh, you teased, "Please, settle down. I don’t want your germs all over me.”

Stephen let out a soft chuckle, the vulnerability he rarely displayed evident in his features. “Yeah, well—“ and a sneeze interrupted him.

“Bless you.” you replied softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead, just above the compress. But Stephen sneezed again and you pulled back saying “I said I don’t want your germs.” But to your utter surprise, his form shifted and morphed into something so little. In just a matter of seconds, he changed into a small white bat with striking blue eyes. Okay, first of all, what the fuck? Second of all, weren’t bats supposed to be black or something?

Your heart raced a little bit as you started at the tiny creature before you. The bat blinked its luminous blue eyes, fluttering its wings slightly as if testing out its new form. It let out a series of high-pitched chirps, almost as if trying to communicate with you. Your gaze flickered between the bat and the place where Stephen had been lying moments ago. Your mind raced as you pieced together the situation. “Did this ever happen to you before?”

You carefully reached out a hand, offering it near the bat in a gesture of reassurance and Stephen crept closer, nuzzling against your fingers, almost seeking comfort.

Now that the small white bat was perched in your hand, you found yourself strokings Stephen’s fur with gentle fingers, your touch tender and soothing. The bat seemed to respond positively to your gestures, emitting soft chirps and nuzzling against your palm. It was an odd sight, yet you couldn't help but feel a strange mix of wonder and concern.

As you continued to stroke the bat's fur, your fingers ventured closer to its wings. It was clear that Stephen didn’t want your hands near them, but you started to stroke them and then Stephen became agitated. Of course you didn’t stop.

He started to chirp loud, as if he was scolding you. And then, the bat leaned forward and bit your finger, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make a point.

"Oh you little shit." You said, your surprise evident as you instinctively pulled your hand back. You looked down at your husband, a mixture of exasperation and amusement in your expression. "Oh, you're so sleeping on the couch tonight."

The bat seemed to huff in response, flapping its wings once more before settling down on your hand with what appeared to be an air of defiance. Y/N couldn't help but chuckle, your eyes softening as you regarded the transformed Stephen. "Alright, alright," you conceded, your voice gentle now. "I'll try to take this more seriously, I promise."

The bat's blue eyes met yours, and there was a hint of satisfaction in his gaze, as if he had won a small victory in making its point. Y/N carefully set the transformed Stephen down on the couch, gently arranging a blanket beneath him. As you got up to fetch something to help him with his current situation, you couldn't help but smile at the absurdity of it all.

You walked into the kitchen and after a brief search, you found a small bag of blood in the refrigerator, an emergency supply for Stephen's needs. You made it back to the living room quick and Stephen was already back in his human form. His expression etched with a frown that matched his evident annoyance. Y/N blinked for a moment “What’s with your face?" You questioned, your voice full of sarcasm.

He looked up at you, his gaze still tinged with frustration. "I can't believe you treated me like a pet," he muttered, his tone both sullen and playful.

Y/N chuckled softly, approaching him with the bag of blood in your hand. “You’re always my pet—“

“Fuck you.” He flipped you off and you settled down on his lap “I brought you blood.” you said as you offered him the bag. Stephen put his hands on your waist as he tried to kiss you, but you pulled back and he scoffed. No germs today, Satan.

“It’s not AB4 so shove it up your ass” his expression remained sour as he continued and you shoved him again playfully “Then don’t drink it.”

“I’m sick and you’re treating me like this?” He faked an innocent expression and you got off his lap and threw the bag at him. He looked confused at you and you took your blanket from the couch and said “Good night.”

“Y/N? I’m not sleeping on the couch tonight, am I?” Stephen asked as he swiftly rose from the couch when you didn’t respond and he yelled “Darling?”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise as he suddenly sprinted toward you. With a brust of laugther, you turned and began to run up the stairs, the blanket trailing behind you.

But, of course, Stephen being a vampire quickly caught up with you, his supernatural speed allowing him to close the distance effortlessly. He reached out and gently grabbed your wrist, effectively stopping you from ascending any further.

“Hey, come on," he said, a playful glint in his eyes. "I’m very sorry for biting you.”

“Very sorry?” you laughed softly, her heart fluttering at the sight of his infectious smile.

“Very very sorry.” With a playful tug, Stephen pulled you closer, his arms encircling your waist and you said as a matter of fact “I probably caught whatever you have already so let’s go.”

And Stephen didn’t need to be told twice.

“What do you…" you let out a scream as Stephen lifts you up, throwing you over his shoulder, "Stephen Vincent Strange!"

"Yes?" And Stephen snickers as your hands hit his back demanding to be let down. Stephen just smiles as he takes you up to your room.

Part 1/Part 2

Notes: I’m still trying to get out of my writer’s block so this is somehow the best I could do.💀

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princess-of-the-corner · 3 months

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Funny Idea: AU, where Marinette accepts Audrey's proposition and leaves with her to NY. Only mention about her afterwards, is short cameo in "NY Special", where she is so "concentrated" on her "newest fashion project" that she is completely oblivious to Miraclonizer almost smashing into window of her office/apartament (during his fight against United Heroez)

I mean she'd have to pick a new LB. So I guess we'd get Scarabella early!

But honestly Marinette would probably have like a hell of a time(derogatory) having to deal with Audrey.

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lighthouseeee · 5 months

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Modern Tomarang Apartaments

This is an apartment building that just exists as a decoration in Tamarang. This infuriated me and I decided to build it and make it functional.

Let's start with the fact that there are 6 apartments in the house (they have the same layout: 2 rooms, 1 bathroom). On the territory of the apartment building, I have placed a parking lot for cars, a playground, cafe and gym. There is also a laundry room, so the washing machine doesnt take up much space in the house. The apartments are half full, as this is a new house in which no one lived.

No CC Lot size: 30х30 Lot type: Apartments Located in: Tomarang

Download ZIP file: Dropbox

#ts4 #the sims 4 #ts4 download #ts4 tomarang #ts4 nocc #ts4 for rent #ts4 apartment #ts4 flat #ts4 lots #ts4build #sims for rent #ts4 for rent builds #sims 4 for rent builds

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lizthewriter · 3 months

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bad idea right? / diego hargeeves

PAIRING s1!diego hargreeves x fem!reader

SUMMARY you and diego broke up a while ago, but when he texts you at perhaps the most vulnerable time of your life, you can't help but answer.

TAGS s1!diego hargreeves x fem!reader, clubbing, partying, exes, reunion, making out, everyone simping for five meanwhile my obsession with diego 🧍‍♀️, i just rewatched s2 and s3 of tua

QUOTE "i'm right here with all my friends, / but you're sending me your new address, / and i know we're done, i know we're through, / but god, when i look at you," - bad idea right? by olivia rodrigo

WORD COUNT 1.1K

WRITTEN 12.10.2023

tonight was your night. strobing lights flashing all around you, sticky spots on your arms where people accidentally spilled their liquor, bodies flush against your own as everyone flowed with the music. you could forget all about any and every difficulty in your life. one night of drinking and partying, which you would most likely regret in the morning. but for now, you didn't care. you were having fun.

"hey, what's that?" your friend shouted over the booming music. you couldn't hear her.

"what?" you shouted back in confusion. she reached over to you, pulling out a blinkering device from the small, glittery purse barely hanging off of your arm. It was your phone - someone was calling. She looked at the caller ID and her expression darkened. "Who is it?"

You walked around her, only to see him. That stupid fucking smile of his, so goddamn beautiful. You felt your heart sink into your stomach and it settled with a tragic gurgle at the bottom of your gut. Your friend immediately hung up on him and gave you your phone back. "Just leave it alone, okay? Remember why you came here in the first place . . ."

Her expression was encouraging - she wanted you to say it. With a relictant role of your eyes, you responded, "to get drunk and forget about him," with as much disdain as you could.

"Exactly," she responded with a simpering smile, clapping her hands together. She grabbed you by the shoulders, turned you around, and started to push you towards the mass of bodies. "So go out there, dance your ass off, and make every man in this room jealous that he can't have you. Go!"

"All right, all right!" You exclaimed in response, shrugging her hands off your shoulder and entering the crowd through a very narrow passageway between two couples dancing it out. As the scent of alcohol, sweat, and sex assaulted your senses, you started to wonder whether this was a good idea at all. You slowly looked towards your purse. No. You promised yourself you wouldn't crawl back to him. But it was just too easy to pull out your phone and stare at new messages you recieved.

DIEGO (10:34PM) look, i know things ended badly

DIEGO (10:34PM) but i can be better

DIEGO (10:35PM) Location shared. come on please, just talk to me

It wouldn't be a big deal if you went over, right? I mean, you were just friends. That's what you decided on when you ended your relationship, even if you had ignored him since said desicion. It was just one night. One singular night, and you were just stopping by. It totally wasn't a bad idea at all. Right?

You didn't bother saying goodbye to your friend. She was probably already luring they guy she was dancing with to the bathroom - you wouldn't see her for a while. And she wouldn't see you either.

His address wasn't far off from where you were - you could walk there, even. You ignored the catcalls and whistles thrown your way, rushing through the streets to the one person who could ever get you to do something like this. He was your biggest strength and your worst weakness, all at once.

You climbed the stairs to an apartament complex to the second floor, flying past the different room numbers until you found his. With heavy breath, you raised your hand to the wood but hesitated. How was this night going to end? Well . . . how do you want this night to end? You weren't going to pretend as though you didn't miss him whole-heartedly. But it was hard to pretend as though he wasn't the one who ended things.

You were delusional. You thought, maybe one more night together would be good for us.

You knocked, three times. It wasn't long before he swung open the door and leaned against it, again, with fhat smug smirk. Diego. His eyes followed the length do your body - you almost forgot you had dressed up to go out with your friend.

"All for me?" He asked, returning his gaze to your eyes. It was alluring - not begging, but demanding that you come inside. It was hard to tear your eyes away from him. He was still in his vigilante gear and he knew how that made you feel.

A plesant blush spread over your cheeks. "I was out clubbing," you responded shyly, shifting your weight between your feet. He said nothing, only moving out fo your way and pulling the door wider. Asking to please, come in. You hurried inside - after all, you were shivering from the freezing cold in a much-too-short mini-dress and skinny heels. "I'll admit, I wasn't expecting you to reach out."

"No?" He had his back turned to you, by the small counter that must be the kitchen. He faced you again, with two glass tumblers and offered you a drink. You accepted - after all, he was being hospitable and you didn't want to be rude. Finding a place to get comfortable, you leaned against what you could call a kitchen table, but being truthful, you were practically seated upon it. "I wasn't expecting you to come."

You shrugged, taking a long dreg from your tumbler, staring at the bottom of it when it left your lips. The tension in the room was thicker than blood. You looked up when the sound of Diego's drink meeting the table met your ears. He approached you, almost cautiously, like you were a deer in headlights. Taking the drink from your hand, he placed it on the table far from you and rested his hands on the surface of the table behind you. You were trapped. But it didn't much feel that way. In fact, you felt almost free, like ever since the break-up a piece of you had been locked up and now that you were with Diego . . . you were free to be who you are and do whatever you wanted.

"Which means we both know why we're here, right now," he said softly. An hour ago, you had told your friend that you and Diego were purely platonic. I only see him as a friend. You scoffed at yourself now. If that wasn't the biggest lie you've ever told yourself.

One of his hands reached out, trailing shapes onto the skin of your hand. This was a horrible idea.

"If you don't want to do this, I suggest you leave now."

It was a terrible idea.

But God, you wanted him.

"Why do you think I'm here you big dummy?" You smashed your lips against his, wrapping your legs around his torso while your hands trailed their way up his neck.

He grinned against your lips, his hand trailing down to clutch your ass. "Now that's what I'm talking about."

#diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves x you #the umbrella academy #tua #my writing #fanfiction #my fanfiction #my fic #writing #fanfic #— [ glizzy posts ☆ ]

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