#that he was just betrayed and left hanging and lost everyone he thought he had in one fell swoop

[silo1013]

salvaged from the office fire in 1998

#my art #the x files #dana scully #fox mulder #alex krycek #i was talking about this on twitter yesterday but #i have a LOTTTTTT a lot of thought about this part of season two #mainly because i think that while scully probably realized she was never going to find peace ever again after emily #i do believe that the last time mulder ever thought everything would be okay was right before scully’s abduction #which is also kind of why i think mulder was closer to killing himself in ascension than in gethsemane #at the end of season four mulder is kind of resigned to his and scully’s lives unravelling #he’s more suspicious and slower to trust then he ever was #while ascension was the first time he was like. Oh okay. It’s over for us forever and ever #and the fact that he was still open and still kind of okay before that just kind of makes it worse #that he was just betrayed and left hanging and lost everyone he thought he had in one fell swoop #ascension jades the fuck out of him and you can see it. like through the whole series there are threads of it #his tendency to rely on skinner regresses for a while. he becomes even less functional when scully is gone. #he has far less patience for his informants and he refuses to rely on anyone the way he tried to on krycek #like it’s just. such an obvious shift in his character that you can tell his mindset about his and scully’s life has changed #and that’s a huge part of the show’s tragedy i think. ​there is no peace. there is no rest. it’s never going to be okay

[metalhoops]

Everyone who’s touched grief knows it’s bigger than two hands can hold. The inexperienced try to string together the right words to lighten the load and those who grieve wear a momentary mask of comfort, feeling instead heavier. Those who’ve experienced grief know there are not enough words in the world to replace something as simple as a small action. 

You don’t remember the platitudes and false virtues strangers assign to the dead, but after a long day when you find your fridge full of precooked meals, you’ll remember who dropped off the potato salad. Max was sick of people who didn’t know her, telling her how kind her brother was. How funny he could be. How talented he was. 

No one, save the rare few, know what to do with complex grief. Max didn’t know how to unpick her thoughts, let alone put them into words and hold them up for someone else to see and understand. That didn’t mean she didn’t want to be understood.

She didn’t know how she could miss someone so deeply while being in some small part, glad they were dead. No one tells you what to do when your thoughts betray you. 

By the time Max and her mother moved into the trailer park, people had stopped telling her how much they missed Billy, which was a small blessing. They’d also stopped dropping off food or offering to do their laundry. Max and her mother had been too proud to take anyone up on that offer, but she missed the thought. 

Two months had passed, and it felt like everyone forgot Billy existed, that anything had happened. Lucas and the other boys had started asking her to hang out again. The unspoken grace period given to her and her mother for mourning had ended. Now it was back to business as usual. Her mother returned to work, and Max was left alone in an empty trailer full of boxes. 

That was when Steve arrived with a Tupperware container under one arm and a fancy untouched toolbox under the other. 

“Figured you’d need some help,” the boy muttered, kicking off his shoes, not waiting to be invited in. 

He knew better. If he’d asked, Max would’ve told him to piss off. She couldn’t understand why Steve of all people was able to read her moods so well. 

Steve hadn’t been much help rebuilding the furniture, but he’d supplied the Allen key and screwdriver so she couldn’t complain. He was good at unpacking boxes. With the two of them working, the task had taken a day, as opposed to the week it would’ve if she’d done it on her own. She was meant to be in school that day, but she couldn’t bring herself to go. She’d expected that to be the last she saw of the older boy but instead, he made a habit of checking in on her. 

Steve kept dropping off meals. After a week he started driving Max around on the days the mere mention of school threatened to topple her. Sometimes she’d hang around the back of the video store. On other days he’d drop her off at the arcade and she’d play Dig Dug until her eyes burnt and her fingers cramped. 

She didn’t know exactly when it’d happened but somewhere along the way, she found herself getting strangely attached to the guy. She’d lost one brother but gained another. 

That was why when Steve stopped driving home at night, she’d sent Eddie to get him. 

Max didn’t know much about Eddie Munson. His uncle and Max’s mother infrequently drank coffee together at the communal picnic tables. Nothing ever happened. Max knew her mother and how she acted around her boyfriends. This was different. They just sat together, mostly in silence, watching the sun go down. It kept her mother from drinking so much or so early. What Max did know about Eddie Munson was that he owed her. 

One night when her mother was out, the cops came poking around the trailer park, asking her if she’d seen anything suspicious. Max wasn’t dumb, quite the opposite. She knew Eddie sold drugs. She also knew the cops wanted to pin something on him. She wasn’t altogether sure why, maybe there was some pressure to put someone behind bars from the kinds of places that had neighbourhood watches. 

It was only when crime started to leak into the suburbs that people went searching for the culprits. Some rich kid spikes a girl’s drink in Loch Nora and the next thing you know, they’re looking for drug dealers in trailer parks. The guy will get a smack on the wrist, while Eddie? He’ll get thrown in jail and the people of Hawkins will sleep a little better at night, knowing all is right and just in the world. Until the same guy does it again. Then another trailer park kid is marched off to the stocks. 

Max had learnt how the world worked young. It’d been out of some strange sense of solidarity that she’d kept her mouth shut about Eddie. When the cops split, she’d given him the heads up to keep his nose clean while there was blood in the water. She hadn’t done it for a favour. But if nothing else, she was opportunistic. 

Steve wasn’t driving home most nights. Max knew because she’d take note when the Beamer shot past the trailer park. Some days it was in the dead of night, others, the early hour of the morning. He wasn’t staying over at girls’ places like she’d first thought. Even if he wasn’t the golden boy he’d once been if someone slept with Steve Harrington, the whole town knew within the week. 

She’d followed him one afternoon, riding her skateboard at a safe distance. He’d drive around, past their houses, as though on his own neighbourhood watch. He’d finish his patrol and pull up at any number of odd locations, the train tracks, the junkyard, the woods. At first, she’d worried he, like Billy, was possessed. After long days of silent observation, she realised the kind of ghosts that possessed Steve were of his own making. 

Max didn’t know what to do until she saw the light on in the Munson’s trailer past midnight. She stalked across the way, pounded her fists on the fly screen, and called in a favour. She asked Eddie to check on Steve. He’d looked at her like she’d grown a third head but agreed. 

Eddie Munson didn’t do favours but Red was a good kid, so he’d made an exception. He began his quest by driving past the Harrington’s manor, hoping for his own sake to find the BMW parked in the drive but Max had been right, Steve wasn’t home, nobody was. 

Eddie was tempted to check all the usual spots he’d go if he were a meathead jock with ample time and money. There was skull rock, the notorious Harrington make-out spot and a has-been jock party was going on in the next suburb over from Loch Nora, but Red’s instructions had been clear. If Steve wasn’t at home, she’d rattled off a list of places he might be, each one growing stranger. 

That was how Eddie Munson ended up in the junkyard. The place was surprisingly well-lit, despite the late hour. He worked his way through an overgrown thicket, cursing himself for wearing his white Reeboks. He’d be scrubbing out grass stains with a toothbrush for the next week. 

Mounds of trash and scrap metal shot out of the dried grass like rocks rising from the ocean. Amongst it all, burning bright as a lighthouse was a rusting yellow school bus. It stood in stark contrast against the blue, black night. A dull glow bled out of the vehicle’s shattered windows. 

Eddie found himself drawn to the little island of light as a moth flocks to a flame. His feet moved swiftly, eager as a young child at the prospect of adventure. He slipped in through the half-open door of the bus and was greeted by another body slamming into his. 

Eddie’s head cracked against the metal bus frame, making him groan. It wasn’t until he tried to move that he realised there was something sharp pressed against his neck. Against all his better judgment Eddie swallowed, feeling a broken bottle nip at his skin. 

Eddie’s eyes flickered to the wielder of the weapon. A once mighty king had fallen like his surrounding kingdom, into a state of disrepair. Steve Harrington. Heavy is the head that wears the crown.

“Harrington,” Eddie spoke, keeping his voice soft and even, as though speaking to a wild animal that could startle. 

There was a manic look in Steve’s eyes Eddie knew well. He’d never thought he’d see the ghost of himself dance across such a pretty and foreign face. The days before Eddie moved in with Wayne were better left alone. He knew the wide-eyed vigilance of people who’d grown used to fending for their lives. It was a look he’d never imagine Steve Harrington capable of. 

A glint of recognition shifted over Steve’s face and the eyes of years long past were gone as though a trick of the light. The bottle disappeared from his neck, shattering as it dropped against the floor of the bus. 

“Shit, Munson. Sorry,” Steve uttered, moving out of Eddie’s space. 

Eddie was surprised Steve remembered his name. Across the six-odd years the two had gone to school together, Harrington had spoken to him a grand total of three times. The first, to ask for a pencil in Spanish. The second had been a disgruntled ‘hey, man’ as Eddie sidestepped his lunch tray on one of his biweekly jaunts across the jock table and the third, which Eddie only now recalled, had surprised him. 

He’d gotten a D in history. It’d been the final nail in the coffin, solidifying the fact that he’d once again have to repeat his senior year. Eddie spent the rest of the class carving his name into the underside of his desk with his thumbnail until it was bloody and covered in splinters. 

He’d almost lasted until the end of class before he had to excuse himself with little plan of where he was going or what he was doing. He knew he wanted to get away, that he needed to be anywhere but there. He wasn’t sure what’d tipped Harrington off but as he shuffled past the former king’s desk, his eyes downcast, a hand shot out to snag Eddie’s forearm. 

“Hey, Munson? There’s always next year,” Steve muttered under his breath.

From anyone else, it would’ve sounded condescending, but Steve genuinely meant it. Eddie hadn’t known what to say. He’d felt a sudden lump rise in his throat. He took off, thinking it’d be the last time he’d see Steve Harrington. He’d wished he’d been so lucky. 

“So, Harrington, what’s someone like you doing in a place like this?” Eddie asked when his heart rate returned to a regular rhythm. He heard a snort escape Steve’s throat as he leaned back against the opposite wall of the bus. 

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” 

Eddie wanted to know when Steve had started to sound so world-wearied. Nineteen-year-olds shouldn’t sound so worn thin. The closer he looked at Steve, the more he saw. His eyes were chaliced with the kind of purple, blue bruises that came from weeks of sleeplessness. There was a pale pink scar, slicing a line from his bottom lip to his jaw. In time, it’d fade into obscurity, but for now, in the cold of the night, it stood out like a crack in fine china. 

“What are you doing here?” Steve asked, sliding down the wall to a seated position, as though once again settling in for the night. Eddie heard glass tinkle and grind under Steve’s body. 

Had his parents kicked him out? Was he hiding from someone? Eddie knew fuck all about Steve Harrington and he’d liked it that way. Screw not doing favours. Red owed him one after all this was said and done. 

“Finding a new place to pedal goods. New chief of police has been riding my ass,” Eddie lied. It wasn’t as though he was going to tell Steve he was sent on a fetch quest by a fourteen-year-old. 

A flicker of pain shifted across Steve’s face before disappearing. It was a moon sinking below the horizon line, leaving no trace of the momentary night as a false smile painted his face the colour of a sunrise. 

“Can’t say I’d recommend this old rust bucket. Isn’t drug dealing in a junkyard a little cliche?” Eddie rolled his eyes and sank to the floor of the bus, nudging Steve’s foot with his. 

“Keep giving me lip and you’ll have to pay double.” 

Harrington never brought from him. The freckled asshat, he used to hang around with would buy weed once in a blue moon, but never Steve. 

“You got anything on you?” He asked to Eddie’s surprise. He hadn’t exactly come prepared. He searched the depths of his pockets, finding two small ziplock bags and half a pack of rolling paper. He threw them Steve’s way. 

“On the house. Looks like you need it,” He mused and watched as Steve’s fingers worked, quick and methodical. Hagan had obviously shared his stash with Harrington.  

“Got a light?” 

Eddie fetched his Zippo from his back pocket and leaned over to light Steve’s joint. The guy looked surprised. He should’ve handed the lighter over. Too late now. 

Steve’s lips were poised so close to Eddie’s fingers. His face illuminated by flame, caused Eddie to shift closer. He lifted a hand to Steve’s cheek, acting under the guise of trying to shield the flame from the breeze filtering in through the broken windows and half-open door. 

“You got anything stronger?” Steve spoke, breathing a plume of smoke into the night air. Eddie wasn’t sure it was wise, but he’d never counted wisdom as his strong suit. 

“Back at my place.” Steve snorted, smoke billowing from his half-pursed lips, his eyes beginning to haze over. 

“People’ll talk.” 

People always talked when it came to Steve, but surely not in the way the boy was implying. Ramrod straight, Steve Harrington couldn’t make a gay quip, not about himself. Maybe he was embarrassed about what being seen with Eddie could do to his dwindling reputation. 

“I’m pretty good at keeping a low profile,” Eddie supplied, and Steve nodded stoically. 

“Stealthy, like a ninja,” Steve replied. 

It was Eddie’s turn to choke out a laugh. Goofy had never been a quality he’d assigned to Steve Harrington. He supposed the trait had its charm. It worked on Eddie. 

“Like a ninja,” Eddie echoed. 

When he’d said yes to Red, he’d assumed he’d drag Steve’s likely-intoxicated, ex-jock ass home and call it a night, but looking at the boy across from him with the joint tucked between his lips and the thousand-yard-stare, Eddie had to admit there was a change of plans. 

“Have you heard about the world’s best ninja?” Eddie asked, his once pristine shoes nudged themselves beneath Steve’s Born in the USA style blue jeans. 

Steve shook his head, a flicker of curiosity dancing over his face, his stupid floppy hair, falling in his eyes. 

“That’s why he’s the best,” Eddie insisted and felt his insides grow warm when Steve cackled. He was pretty when he laughed. He looked more like the guy he’d been back in high school, more carefree. 

Eddie wasn’t a stranger to sitting with people and talking them down on their worst nights, but a relative stranger was new. 

Eddie stood and extended a hand to Steve. The boy clasped onto his ringed fingers and pulled himself up. 

“My van’s parked half a mile up the way, you coming?” Steve shrugged and followed close at Eddie’s side.

The two walked in relative silence, standing so close their hips played the role of balls in a Newton’s cradle, knocking against one another in a rhythmic pattern. 

Back in the familiar landscape of his van, Eddie was once again hit with the strangeness of the situation as he watched Steve slide into his passenger seat, snubbing out the remains of the joint in the ashtray. He thought of their spit mingling in the little petri dish and pushed that thought aside. He’d always been good at holding back those kinds of thoughts. It came with the territory. 

“Why do you need something strong?” Eddie asked as he turned the ignition. 

If he’d learnt anything from his uncle, it was that hard conversations were best had behind the wheel. That way no one could storm out. He’d admitted to his uncle he’d failed his first senior year as the two sat at the juncture between Maple and Main. He’d come out to Wayne along Lakeside Dr. 

“Why did you really come to the junkyard?” Steve countered. He was smarter than he looked, or at least, smarted than Eddie had assumed. 

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” Eddie quipped after a second, watching as a bemused smirk twitched onto Steve’s face. 

“It’s been a hard year, man. Hard couple of years,” Steve confessed. Eddie wasn’t going to let him get off that easy. 

“Is this to do with you getting unceremoniously shunted off the top of the Hawkins’ High totem pole?” Eddie asked.

He had a feeling whatever it was ran far deeper than just popularity, but this was Steve Harrington. Steve was pretty and popular. He wasn’t allowed to have real problems. That’s not how the rich and stuck-up operated. 

“Honestly? No. Think that might’ve been a good thing.” Steve drummed his fingers against the passenger door. 

“Then was it the thing with Wheeler?” Eddie asked, watching Steve cringe. Maybe he should leave it alone. 

“Part of it. I don’t know.” What followed was a loaded silence. 

Eddie kept casting glimpses from Steve to the road, watching as his face screwed in concentration as he searched for words. 

“I feel like it’s my job to protect everybody,” He admitted, his voice barely raising above a whisper. 

“And I don’t know how. I feel like I’m supposed to have all the answers but I just... I feel like a kid, who’s in way over his head.” Steve pulled his knees up to his chest, and settled his chin on them, not daring to look in Eddie’s direction.

He was a year older than Steve and he felt like a lost kid most of the time, as though he was an imposter masquerading as someone who knew what the hell he was doing. He wondered if that feeling ever went away. 

“Red sent me to check up on you. The kid’s worried,” Eddie confessed watching as Steve’s head snapped to look in his direction. 

“She’s got enough on her plate without worrying about me.” 

Steve didn’t need to say what Max was dealing with. Eddie knew. Hawkins was a small town, and Billy Hargreaves was infamous. Eddie had a bad feeling about the guy from day one, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t feel sorry for him, dying in a mall fire. Hell of a way to go.  He’d heard rumours Max had been there when it happened. Then again, he’d also heard talk of Steve slinging ice cream at the mall. Eddie could see a picture beginning to form. He didn’t like it. 

The two didn’t speak for the rest of the drive back to Eddie’s trailer. There was nothing left to say. Steve continued to tap his fingers absentmindedly, so Eddie leaned over, turning on the radio. The tape deck played the thrashing guitar and pounding beats of the latest Slayer album. Eddie liked it well enough, but he cringed, preparing for Steve to chew it up and spit it out. He didn’t. He shut his eyes, rested his head against the passenger window and promptly fell asleep. Eddie would be damned.

Unsure of what to do with the sleeping boy and the blaring music, Eddie drove in circles around all the familiar back roads of Hawkins, steering clear of the potholes and dirt tracks. It wasn’t until Eddie’s eyes started to droop that he called it a night, pulling up outside his trailer, flicking his floodlights twice in the direction of the Mayfield’s, letting Max know he’d gotten Steve home safe. Well, he’d gotten Steve to his home safely. 

Eddie was contemplating the logistics of getting Steve out of the car when the boy began to stir. His eyes fluttered open for a second to meet Eddie’s before he groaned and turned to bury his face into the car seat. Damn it all. Eddie had managed to go for years without developing a crush on Steve, it wasn’t goddamn fair he was about to do it now. 

“Good morning, Starshine,” Eddie teased, walking around to open the passenger door for Steve. 

“Welcome to my humble abode. I have drugs or you know... a comfortable bed. Pick your poison,” Eddie spoke as the two made their way to his trailer. 

As they stepped into the main room, Eddie watched as Steve’s eyes scanned the place, lingering on Wayne’s collection of mugs and novelty hats, a ghost of a smile on his face. Eddie grabbed onto Steve’s wrist and led him down the hall. 

“The drugs and the bed are in my room,” Eddie explained as they went. 

Eddie nudged the door to his room open with a flourish of his hands. 

“This is where the magic happens,” Eddie explained and watched as Steve quirked a brow. 

“Mind out of the gutter, Harrington. I was talking about literal magic.” Eddie smirked gesturing to his stack of Dungeons and Dragons’ manuals, handbooks, and campaign notes. 

“You’re such a nerd,” Steve grumbled flopping onto Eddie’s bed. 

Maybe it was the high that’d made him seem looser, but Eddie liked a Steve who took charge. He crawled under the covers, making himself at home in Eddie’s bed. 

“Demogorgons suck ass,” Steve uttered after a moment, his face muffled by Eddie’s pillow. He wondered if he’d fallen asleep on the ride home and driven them into a ditch, because there was no way Steve was in his bed, talking about D&D. Eddie liked demogorgons, something he elegantly articulated by muttering,

“You suck ass.” As he flopped beside Steve in bed. Steve snorted.

“That’s one thing I haven’t tried,” he confessed. Yes, he was high. Eddie couldn’t imagine a sober Steve making that confession openly. 

Eddie settled on top of the covers, hyperaware a sober Steve might not be as receptive to waking up beside Eddie. He was in over his head. 

“Are you okay with this?” Eddie questioned as he rolled over to lay on his side, propping his head up to get a better look at Steve, half smothered in his sheets. As much as people talked about Steve’s love life, they also talked less favourably about Eddie’s, or his lack thereof. 

“You’re not going to punch me in the face in the morning?” Eddie concluded, voicing his concerns. His heart was tugging him closer to Steve, but he wasn’t willing to do anything they’d both regret. 

He’d been shockingly open to letting the boy into his innermost sanctum. Maybe he had a saviour complex, but he wanted to know how much of a commitment the two would have, how long was the piece of rope that tied them together? Was it a momentary truce or the start of something? 

“No,” Steve breathed after a beat, seeming equal parts understanding and offended Eddie had asked. 

The two lapsed into silence. Eddie was left wondering if Steve had fallen asleep again, but the rise and fall of the boy’s chest was too shallow. Steve eventually let out a groan and rolled to face Eddie. Whatever momentary reprieve had allowed him to sleep in the car had passed. 

Eddie’s gaze was once again drawn to the growing blue beneath Steve’s eyes. He had stuff that could help Steve sleep, but he knew from experience, drugs could only do so much. They were numbing jell on a knife wound, a momentary relief from pain without fixing the real problem. 

“Can’t sleep?” Eddie spoke, trying to get inside Steve’s head, to unpick what was going on with him. Steve nodded miserably. 

“Anything I can do to help?” Eddie wondered. 

There were no guidelines for the strange turn the night had taken. Steve opened and shut his mouth, gaping like a fish on dry land. He had some thoughts, it appeared, but none he was willing to voice right away. Eddie felt strangely endeared to the boy in his bed. He’d give him anything he asked, even if he didn’t think it was smart. 

“Is it true, what people say about you?” Steve asked after a long pause. 

That wasn’t what Eddie had expected. He blanched and watched as Steve’s eyes swelled, his panic rolling off him in waves, crashing head-on into Steve. 

“Never mind, don’t answer that. Christ, that was invasive. Sorry,” Steve fumbled, sinking further beneath Eddie’s sheets to hide his face. It appeared it was a night for confessions.

“Were you asking about the satanic shit or the gay thing?” Eddie spoke candidly, his fingers knotting in the covers. 

You didn’t come out to just anyone. You sure as hell didn’t come out to someone like Steve unless you had a death wish, though Eddie was quickly learning the Steve Harrington that existed in his head and the one lying in his bed were two different creatures. 

“Forget I asked,” Steve repeated, rolling over to turn away from Eddie, a faint flush dusting his cheeks. 

“I don’t worship the devil and I’m not gay,” Eddie found himself confiding.

He watched as Steve’s body went still. Eddie couldn’t see his face, but he could tell his mind had kicked into overdrive. 

“Oh, cool,” Steve spoke sounding suddenly distant, as though that hadn’t been the answer he was looking for. Eddie didn’t know Steve Harrington at all. 

“But I’d be lyin’ if I said you were the first guy I’ve had in here, Steve,” Eddie continued, giving away more than he’d intended. 

Steve peered over his shoulder and quirked a brow. He didn’t look shocked or disgusted as Eddie had anticipated. He looked relieved. 

“Like Bowie?” He wondered aloud. Eddie couldn’t help but roll his eyes. 

“Yeah, like Bowie- I mean, I have a preference. Guys suit me better, I guess. But sometimes a girl’ll surprise me.” 

The conversation felt intimate, surprisingly more so than when he’d admitted it to the guys in Corroded Coffin. With them, there hadn’t been follow-up questions. The guys had been supportive, but they hadn’t known what to say. It’d been another fact about Eddie they’d taken in their stride without much acknowledgement. He hadn’t felt the need to explain himself. He didn’t know why, but when it came to Steve, he felt like he needed to explain the whole thing in intimate detail. 

“Me too,” Steve muttered, sounding entirely unlike himself. He was quiet and unsure; two traits Eddie had never assigned to the Steve that lived in his head. 

“I mean... for me, girls are easy. Guys are... new?” Once more, Steve sounded unsure. 

“Maybe not new because it’s always been there but I just left it alone.” Eddie wondered what’d spurred on the change, whether it was a near-death experience or something else entirely. Eddie was good at reading between the lines. 

“Steve, I’m going to ask you again, okay? What do you want me to do?” 

Steve sucked air in through his teeth, gripped the sheets and finally let his shoulders sag. 

“Can you just... hold me, for a bit?” Steve asked at last, sounding as though Eddie had placed a loaded gun to his head. Of all the things Eddie had been expecting, that wasn’t it. 

Eddie moved closer, lining up his hips and Steve’s back, throwing an arm around the boy’s waist. It was different. Eddie was used to closeted guys wanting to have sex with him, but they didn’t hang around long after. 

He thought back to Steve’s words. The guy wanted to protect everybody, from god knows what, but who was looking out for him? He hooked his chin on Steve’s shoulder. He smelled faintly of cologne and something chemical, hairspray. 

“This okay?” Eddie clarified. Steve’s body felt stiff and unresponsive in his arms. 

Steve hummed. It took him a moment to relax but when he did, he practically melted into Eddie. The boy pushed back, fitting their knees together. Eddie was thankful they’d decided to keep their jeans on, fearful of what any more skin-to-skin contact would do. Steve cradled Eddie’s palm to his heart and dropped his chin to his chest, so Eddie could feel the ghost of the boy’s breath dance across his fingertips. Steve was a renowned good lay, but the Harrington charm went deeper than that. The guy was good at cuddling, something Eddie hadn’t thought was possible until he had every inch of Steve pressed and curled against him. 

“This okay for you?” Steve asked after a moment, his breath tickled against Eddie’s knuckles. 

“Great for me,” Eddie confirmed sounding as breathless as he felt. 

Steve’s heart beneath his hand thundered, letting Eddie know the boy wasn’t as cool and collected as he was pretending to be. He didn’t point it out. He did two things very out of character for Eddie Munson. He remained still and silent. Steve’s breath grew deep and even. Eddie leaned closer, pressing his face into the nape of Steve’s neck as the boy began to whimper in his sleep. 

“I got you,” He assured. 

“You’re safe. M’not going to let anything happen to you.” Eddie promised. 

It took time, but Steve settled and at last, Eddie let the long night swallow him whole. 

Max decided Eddie Munson was useless. She’d watched him pull up outside his trailer around three and she hadn’t heard from him since. She’d thought the idiot would at least give her a heads up on how things had gone with Steve, but it appeared she had to do everything for herself. 

At 10 a.m. when there was still no sign of life from the Munson’s trailer, save for Eddie’s uncle pulling in around six, Max stalked over and wrapped her knuckles against Eddie’s bedroom window. After a moment a mop of curly brown hair popped into view. 

“Wha?” The boy grumbled, still half asleep. 

“How did things go last night?” Max asked, taking the tone of a scolding mother, talking to a very small, very dumb child. 

“Good,” Eddie confided a goofy grin crossing his face. It confirmed Max’s suspicions. Everyone else, save her, was useless. 

“Well, where the hell was he? Did you talk to him? Did he seem weird? Is he okay?” Max rattled off a list of rapid-fire questions only to be hushed by Eddie. 

“He’s sleeping, Red. Keep the volume down.” 

Max opened her mouth to ask what the hell Eddie was talking about when she caught a familiar glimpse of styled, sandy hair peeking out from beneath the sheets. Max, unlike most people, wasn’t an idiot. She’d grown up in California, she knew the way the world worked. She didn’t need anyone to spell it out for her. 

“Gross,” She grumbled. Not because Steve and Eddie were both men but because Steve was like her older brother and Eddie was- she didn’t want to think about it. 

Max let out an elongated sigh, squared her shoulders and spoke. 

“You like scary movies, right Munson?” He seemed like the type. 

Eddie nodded. 

“Michael Myers hasn’t got a thing on Max Mayfield. You do anything stupid with Steve and I’ll show you how I got the nickname Mad Max.” 

Eddie swallowed thickly and nodded. It was all for show, but someone had to say it. Someone should always be in Steve’s corner. Max had the feeling Steve wasn’t used to people looking out for him. She knew the feeling.

“Sir yes sir,” He breathed, faking a salute. Max rolled her eyes. 

She had a feeling she was going to regret bringing Steve and Eddie together but when hours later, Steve showed up at her house with a Tupperware container full of spaghetti and a secret smile on his lips, she had to admit, for once she might be wrong. 

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #ficlet #stranger things #bi steve harrington #bi eddie munson #Fluff and angst #sharing a bed #Pre season 4 #post season 3 #alternative 'first' meeting #max mayfield #honestly bi 4 bi is my steddie headcanon #I know it's not as popular #maybe it's my own bias as a bisexual showing #but I feel like bi rep #it is always either someone who is generally #into someone of the opposite sex #who has an 'oh I like this person' moment and realises they are bi #or someone who 50/50 likes both genders #give me more 'well I knew I was into the same sex' #but wow every once in a blue moon I'm smacked in the face #with opposite sex attraction and thrown for a loop #because that's closer to my personal experience #anyway that's my rant #also Max and Steve's relationship is cool #so I wanted to explore it more #metalhoops writes

[tmntfixationxreader]

"Hiya!!! Do you think you can do some sort of angst/comfort fic with the rise boys of comforting a they/them reader who’s struggling with getting an injury cleaned/a bone set?"

Absolutely! Sorry this one took me so long to do. Hope you enjoy!

♡Bone setting♡

This contains Rottmnt Movie Spoilers.

~Platonic Rottmnt x Gender neutral Reader~

Summary: After the Krang invasion, everyone needs medical attention, including you.

Warnings: Pain, slight blood, angst + comfort, slight language? Reader description advised.

Word count: 1,855

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“L-Leo!!” Mikey called out, holding Leo in a death grip, the two collapsed on the ground in a sweaty mess.

Leo winced, grunting once, patting Mikey on the head gently with his good arm.

“Good-to-see-you-too-Mikey,” Leo muttered, but it came out as a muffled sler. Leo coughed, sending bolts of pain through his body as red dribbled down his lips.

Donnie’s eyes widened and Raph was starting to panic.

Mikey had golden burns glistening on his arms, rectangular patterns etched into his skin from the overpower in his mystic energy. Donnie had the same etched purple burns on his right arm, and Raph had them on his left in red.

Despite the burns on his arms Mikey continued to squeeze Leo as hard as he could, tears rolling down his cheeks.

Donnie had tears rolling down his cheeks too, his expression emotionless as his eyes betrayed him.

Raph scooped Leo and Mikey into a hug, yelling as he held back sobs. “Leo- don’t you EVER do that again!”

Donnie sank to his knees, hugging Leo and Mikey as Raph squeezed them all.

April ran up to them with a horrified look on her face, Spinter wobbling behind her looking tired and panicked, Casey on their heels, his face tear streaked.

“Master Leonardo!!” Casey shouted.

“Leo!!” April called out, immediately joining the brothers in a death-grip of a hug.

Casey hesitated, eyes wide. “Is he…?”

“I’m not- mph- dead yet Casey…” Leo muttered, and a huge wave of relief washed over all of them.

Donnie sat bolt right up from the hug, looking around at April and Splinter.

“Y/n…?” He asked, wide eyed, standing up quickly before wincing and gripping his arm, only making it sting even more.

April looked around. “Y/n!!” She called, walking and looking out at the chaos.

You were with April and Splinter when they were fighting off one of the Krangs… They had made sure you were following when they started off towards the brothers, but….

Everyone looked panicked.

Mikey looked up from Leo’s shoulder, tears still rolling down his cheeks.

“Y/n- w-what’s wrong with them-” Leo muttered, coughing harshly again, his brain going fuzzy.

“Leo- don’t talk, don’t move,” Donnie hissed at him, seeming even more panicked and overwhelmed then he already was. He shook his hands a little and exhaled slowly, trying to ground himself.

“April- where did you last see them?” Donnie asked, shaking from the extremely stressful and scary situations they had just been through.

Raph, even though it was taking everything for him to keep himself together after what just happened, noticed Donnie.

“D, calm down… I’m sure they are just-” Raph started.

“Guys!!” You yelled over to them, one hand across your ribcage, your other arm loosely hanging at your side. “Just had to- mph- stop for a second…”

You slowly made your way to them, April running up meeting you halfway.

“I thought I lost you!” She hugged you, and you winced loudly.

She pulled back immediately. “Y/n, you…?” She muttered.

You looked out at the brothers, wide eyed at how messed up they all looked. “Leo- d-did he make it back?”

April nodded. “We need to get him to the lair… But he’ll live… How bad are you-?”

“We need to get them home… I’m not hurt badly, just a little… bruised,” You muttered, arm still clinging to your ribcage. You lied. You had lied to April, just to keep her and the others from worrying. They were clearly more hurt than you. They needed medical attention first.

It was hard to tell what exactly was hurting within you. Your ribcage stung, a painful sharp sensation that hit you in the gut with every breath. Your other arm… You didn’t even want to guess its condition. You could move it a little… But not much else without the shaper pains setting in further. Your good arm was preoccupied clutching your ribs, so you couldn’t exactly help to fix them up, either.

April nodded quickly and the two of you rushed over the brothers. You were much slower than April in your condition, but to keep them from worrying you kept a pace.

You and the turtles were hurt badly.

As you held open the back hatch of the back-up turtle van, Raph carried Leo, who was biting his tongue to prevent from making noise, setting him in the backseat.

This was going to be a long night…

Leo was propped up on a medical bed, somewhere between high on medications and painfully awake, but patched up. His voice was raw and scratchy from dust and yelling, and he was tired out of his mind.

Donnie had his arm and soft shell patched up, a crap-ton of disinfectants poured onto his shell to prevent possible infections.

Raph’s arm was wrapped, an eyepatch over one eye that the Krang had taken over. All the Krang-parts that had been infected and taken over were wrapped up, Krang now gone but wounds still there.

Mikey’s arms were wrapped up, all the way past his elbows and almost to his shoulders.

You had brushed off Casey and April’s medical attention until everyone else had been fixed up, and by then you were dead tired. Your arm was swollen and hurt to even think about, your ribcage sucking the air out of your lungs with each shaking breath. You leaned against the doorway, watching April and Casey finish with Leo’s cracked shell.

Casey whipped his brow. “Ok… Leo’s finished for now…” He muttered with a sigh, seeming exhausted. He hadn’t slept since he had come through to this timeline, not to mention the days of survival beforehand.

April immediately turned her attention to you. “Ok, your turn…”

You wanted to argue, but with how hard your ears were throbbing from pain, you couldn’t. Everyone else had already received medical attention, so it was your turn anyways.

April had you sit down on the bed, Casey using some of Donnie’s tech to scan you.

Donnie (and Leo but they forbid him) wanted to help with medical stuff, but everyone had put him on bedrest. Luckily Casey knew how to use Donnie’s tech because of the training he had gotten in his past timeline.

Casey hesitated as the laser-scanner scanned your rib cage and arm.

April’s eyes widened. “Y/n- how the heck are you still walking around?”

Casey gave her a quick look or warning to keep you from possibly panicking. “I-it’s not too bad… just a little… Worse for ware.”

You groaned. “Yeah, I can tell.”

Casey rubbed the bridge of his nose before sighing again, the immense bags under his eyes seeming to show themselves more.

“We have to set your arm… And wrap up your ribcage…” He said, looking over the scan. “Commander- er… April, we need some wraps… And possibly another set of hands..”

April nodded, going over to a cabinet to get out the medical supplies. Donnie and Raph nodded as well, ready to help.

“Wait, setting it…? Like with Leo’s leg?” You swallowed. You had watched the process of bone-setting they had done on Leo’s leg. It took Raph, Donnie, and April to hold Leo down while Casey set the fracture. It was loud and hard to watch, and they had insisted you wouldn’t help with your arm being in its condition. By the end of it Donnie was really overwhelmed and Raph helped ground him again, but it took a bit.

Casey nodded. “Yes… The others will help to stabilize you while I set your arm.”

You nodded a little.

Casey walked over to your injured side, pulling down an old pair of Donnie’s goggles so he had an X-ray of your arm.

Raph, April and Donnie stood around you. Mikey stood nearest to the head of the bed, unable to help hold you while his arms were wrapped but still being with you.

“You got this Y/n…” Mikey said, and the others nodded in agreement while Casey looked over the fracture one more time.

“Ok.. On the count of three,” Casey said.

“Deep breath,” Donnie helped to instruct.

You did as he said, taking a deep breath in as Casey counted to one.

“Two…” He said, and everyone helped to hold you.

Right as you took a deep breath in, Casey finished his count.

You barely heard the word three as he started setting the fracture, everything else being muffled by the ringing in your ears.

The others held you as your body naturally reacted and fight or flight kicked in. They were strong enough to easily be able to hold on to you to keep you still.

The whole process only lasted a few painfully long seconds, and by the end of it your voice was raw and blood pounded in your ears.

“There…That’s it- it’s done…” Casey said, his voice weaverying from stress and exhaustion.

Everyone let go of you as soon as Casey said the word, still staying by your bedside.

“It’s over now…” Raph said, patting your good arm.

Mikey wiped away a tear attempting to trail down your face. “No more… Now it can heal…” He whispered, his voice tight with nervousness from throughout the day.

Donnie stepped back and let himself take a few deep breaths before patting your good shoulder. He nodded to you, not saying anything because he was overwhelmed by everything that had happened from the day.

Leo had his head turned so he could look at you. He gave you a smile that made it clear he was fighting off sleep medications.

After a bit of calming back down Casey did a few more scans on your ribs and deemed they were badly bruised but would heal on their own. He put your arm carefully in a cast, and gave you painkillers for the night.

April sat down on the bed next to Donnie, patting his shoulder as she fought off exhaustion.

“Does that mean everything is addressed?” She asked, and Casey gave her a nod.

“Everything that can be… Now we are just waiting for things to heal,” Casey said, leaning against the wall between the medical beds you and Leo were on.

He checked Leo’s IV, making sure it was still flowing properly. Leo was already passed out, snoring a little now that the painkillers had kicked in and it was safe for him to sleep.

Raph was on the fourth medical bed, Mikey asleep on his lap, snoring against Raph’s good arm.

Raph sighed. “So now what?”

“We sleep it off…” Donnie signed instead of speaking. “Until tomorrow at least…”

April nodded, stretching out on the foot of the medical bed. “Sounds like a plan…” She muttered.

You nodded too, eyes growing heavy already. You stayed in the same position they had told you to stay in to prevent straining your ribs or pulling on your arm.

Soon everyone was dozing off, Splinter keeping watch to make sure someone didn’t roll over onto their casts or need medical treatment in the middle of the night.

Everyone was healing, finally getting the rest everyone deserved.

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Hope you enjoyed it!

Bye bye butterflies!!

#rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt x reader #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt x reader #teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader #leo x reader #mikey x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt raph x reader

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Don't Speak 42

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)

Character: librarian!Andy Barber

Note: Almost lost this chapter bc my computer went nuts.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

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Love you all. Take care. 💖

You hit delete chat in the conversation settings. You leave it just as blank as before and close out the app. Just like Dr. Kemp said to. He can’t be there right away but he has a better plan. You’re not good at those anyway.

All you have to do now is wait out Andy. He’ll be going to work come morning and you’ll be alone. Then you can take your things, the things that are really yours, and leave. Finally. You realise that’s exactly what you’ve been longing for. A way out.

The hard part is still ahead of you. Freedom is still just out of reach. You have to pretend that everything’s fine but you’re realising, you’ve been doing that for a while.

You shake off your nerves and roll the tears back behind your eyes. You can cry later. Even as your cheeks strain and your nose tingles, you resist. Not yet, not yet.

You finish tidying up the tablet, trying to leave it as you found it. With not much else than your drawings. You close the cover and bring it with you as you turn off the lights and head upstairs. You sop up the mess in the bathroom and leave it dark. 

You hesitate to approach the bedroom. You hear Andy’s snores, low and steady. Your skin crawls. You enter and put the tablet on the small side table where you charge it. You hang the damp robe and face the bed.

For the first time in your life, you want to hurt someone. You’re not afraid of being the one hurt. You really want to hit him and kick him and just let out your fury on him. You can’t and you won’t. You’re not who he told you you are. And you’re not strong enough for that. You’re still too small, too weak.

So you near the bed and climb under the covers. You move slowly as you pull the duvet to your chin. He snorts, making you wince, and sidles up behind you as he wraps his arm around you. You go rigid but fight through the ice that threatens to encase you. He can’t know, he can’t know.

“Mmm, where were you?”

“Couldn’t sleep. Had a bath,” you squeak, putting your hand over his. You want to rip him away but instead, you squeeze, holding him tighter. “Sorry.”

“Nmph,” he grumbles and nuzzles your crown, just as quickly drifting back into his rhythmic snores.

You exhale little by little. You close your eyes but just as quickly open again. You know you won’t sleep. You can’t. Not with him as good as on top of you. Not knowing what awaits you in the morning. But mostly, not with that needling guilt in the nape of your neck.

Amber.

You betrayed your own sister. You treated her like a villain. You demonised her. You ostracised her. You left her!

You don’t know if she can ever forgive you. You can’t blame her for that. Worse, you don’t think you’d let her forgive you. You don’t deserve it.

You feel brittle as you bite down on your cheeks. No crying, not yet, you remind yourself. For once, you have to do things right. You have to follow through. It’s up to you now.

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“I didn’t know you could make crepes,” Andy smiles as he cuts into the roll, compote fruit and syrup oozing out.

You do your best to mirror him, making a show of nibbling away at your own food.

“I found a recipe,” you tap your tablet, not far from you.

“That’s great. You’re… doing better.”

“I’m trying,” you assure him, “I hope it doesn’t make you late for work.”

“Hm? Oh, no, breakfast with you is worth it,” he pops a bit into his mouth and hums. You regret not spitting in it, repulsed by the thought when it came to you, but now, not so much.

He can sit there and lie to you. It makes it easier for you to do the same. He’s been lying this entire time. Making you feel like you’re a problem. A burden. No, you were a thing to be used. To be exploited. He never liked you, the girl he calls dove, he only liked what he could get out of you. And he got off on it.

He took Amber from you. He did that. Yes, you’re stupid for falling for it but he knew what he was doing. He lied to you. And you know exactly how he did it. 

He took all that therapy and twisted it around on you. You wonder why he even bothers with Dr. Kemp when he’s not trying to change. More than the narcissist he branded your sister, he’s a psychopath. You found that on the internet too.

Bitter, angry, hateful. You’ve never felt this way before. You’ve never truly loathed anyone. Not even your grandfather. His fists were nothing compared to Andy’s emotional battering.

“Well, don’t let it get too cold. They get gummy,” you force a smile, only fed by the thought of what comes after. Of what you’re going to do when he leaves.

Run.

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When Andy leaves, you’re in the kitchen tidying up. You left all the dishes in a stack to make a convincing show for him. You’ll be busy all day scouring the skillet and the fruit stuck to the inside of the pot, along with your plates and the cutlery. Oh and the mess you made of the counters.

The door closes but you don’t break your charade right away. You give it ten minutes. Fifteen, just to be sure. Then you tiptoe down the hall and look out the window. The tire tracks are already snowed over. 

You don’t hesitate. You’ve never been more certain of anything in your life. This is your chance. You spin and race upstairs. 

You search the closet and the dresser, everywhere for the bag you brought there. It’s gone. Along with all the clothes from your old life. All that was you. Andy took them along with everything else.

Whatever. You grab a few pieces of the more practical slant; turtlenecks, some leggings, a pair of jeans. Socks and underwear. You work quickly, with intent. Just enough to get out, not a lot. Not too much. As little as you can. You don’t want to keep too much that will remind you of this place.

You rush back downstairs after you change. You grab your tablet and message Dr. Kemp, the chat log still blank. You delete each message once he responds. You can’t be too careful.

‘He’s gone. When can you get here?’

His reply isn’t long; ‘ten minutes, been waiting a block away.’

‘I’ll be outside.’

You close the cover of the tablet and stare at it. You hover it over the countertop but stop yourself. No, you earned this. It’s yours. Andy never did pay you for the painting. Not in full.

You hug the tablet and go to retrieve the bag you found in the front closet. A tote bag with faded floral print. You don’t wonder where it came from. You don’t want to think too hard about him or this place. They’ll soon be long gone.

You pull on your boots and your coat. That’s all he’s left you of your former existence. You don’t suspect you would have them for much longer if you stay. You shudder and grip the fabric handles of the bag.

You open the front door and step out into the drift. The snow floats down in fluffy flakes. As you step off the porch, it collects on your lashes. You make slow progress, lifting your knees high as the unshoveled walk makes each step a task. As you come up to the curb, a distant rumble comes from down the avenue.

You shield your eyes against the steady snowfall and squint. You think it’s Dr. Kemp. You’re not sure. When you saw his car, it was dark and you were more focused on other things.

He rolls down the snow-carpeted road cautiously and pulls in the next driveway before turning around and coming up along the curb. He grins at you through the passenger window and the doors unlock with a loud thunk. You grab the handle and pull.

“Hey, sweetheart, I’m here. Everything’s gonna be okay.”

“Thanks, doctor, I… thank you. I…”

“You sounded scared, how could I say no?”

You nod and look over your shoulder at the house.

“Let me deal with Andy when the time comes,” he insists, “come on, it’s hell out here. Get in.”

You nod and haul your bag onto the floor ahead of you and put the tablet on top. You stop yourself before you release the device. You look at Dr. Kemp. He stares.

“You alright?” He asks.

“I forgot something,” you say as you let go of the tablet. “I’ll be right back.”

“Oh?”

“I’ll be two minutes,” you hold up as many fingers, “promise.”

“I trust you, sweetheart,” he assures with a smile, “I’ll be here.”

You take and breath and close the passenger door gently. You whip around and stumble back up the walk, stepping into the holes you left on your way out. You burst inside, not carrying for the melting snow you leave in your stead or the undone dishes, or anything about this place. There’s only one last thing that needs to be done.

You take the stairs two at a time as you complete your final chore. You barrel back down and don’t bother with a final goodbye as you head back out. For once, you feel accomplished. Like you’ve done something and you don’t give a heck what Andy feels.

You don’t look back, you just keep going. You falter but not from doubt, only the snow. You get back to the car and rip the door open, climbing in with a heave. You fall into the seat as you snap the door shut. You lean your head back and sigh.

“I’m ready to go now,” you say.

“Great,” he shifts into gear, “put your seat belt on, sweetheart, the roads are awful.”

You do as he says as you catch your breath. Your skin is buzzing from more than just the cold. You fold your hands as you try to settle your nerves. 

“Good girl,” Dr. Kemp praises, “we’ll be home soon.”

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It’s real once you walk through the front door. You look around at the home decor and nearly fall apart. The stringent, almost sterile walls of Andy’s house haunt you. It’s only then, with something to compare them to, that you realise how much you dreaded them. How much you despised them.

You look around and take in every inch. The brown leather bench beside the door, a tall coat rack on the other side of the entryway, a mat for your snow laden boots, and a runner rug with the honey coloured curlicues on a deeper shade of brown. There’s a faint smell of cedar in the air.

“Ann made up the guest room for you,” he says, “and the kids are at school so they shouldn’t be a bother.”

You stop short, your hands on the collar of your coat. You look at him, dull with shock. Your cheeks tremble as you gulp.

“Ann… your…”

“My wife, yeah,” he says coolly, “she’s excited to meet you.”

“She is?” You blink, “I uh…” your eyes flit all around, “I’m so sorry, this isn’t–”

“It’s fine,” he intones, “really. She understands how vulnerable some of them a safe space.”

It’s like a slap in the face. You don’t know what you expected or why you expected it. He’s your doctor, you’re his patient, a crazy person. How did you forget that?

You glance down at his hand, his left hand. There’s a gold ring on his finger. It wasn’t there before. Not in your sessions, not at Thanksgiving. Never. Why wasn’t he with his family during the holidays?

“I thought I heard the door,” a woman appears from the other end of the hall, “oh, this must be her.”

You bat your lashes, fighting to hold yourself together. Don’t cry yet. 

“Uh, hi,” you squeak as she struts down the hall.

“Hello, hon,” the tall blonde pulls you into a hug as you cower.

“Ann,” Kemp clears his throat.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I forget–” she lets you go, “I didn’t scare you, did I?”

You only shake your head. Your eyes are dry and itchy. You can only look back at her before slowly glancing at Steve. Your cheeks twinge and your lips pinch. He never told you about her. Why would he?

You feel like your chest is empty. There’s an icy whirlwind inside of you, flowing through you, sending a shiver up your spine. This is the worst thing you've ever felt. What is it?

“Ann,” Kemp says, “she's had a long night.”

“Oh, of course, you take her up to the guest room,” she backs off, “you take your time, hon, do whatever you need to do.”

You nod and mouth a thank you, unable to get any noise out. She goes back the way she came and you turn, focusing on undoing your coat. What have you done?

“I guess I should've warned you, huh? What with your… issues,” he rubs the back of his neck. “Just let me know if it gets too crowded around here.”

“Okay,” you croak.

You bend to wiggle free of your boots. You don't know what to do. You just want to be alone.

He leads you through the house. Into a cozy front room and to a staircase curled up to the second floor. You follow behind him, the tote bag dangling from your grasp.

He opens a door as he faces you. You try to hide your emotions but you can barely keep from frowning. He rests his hand on the door frame.

“This is you. I'm down at the very end,” he points over his shoulder, “if you need anything…”

“I'm sorry.”

“Sorry? For…”

“Coming here.”

“Sweetheart, I wouldn't say yes if it was a problem,” he coos as he reaches to caress your shoulder, “I wouldn't be a very good doctor if I don't make sure my patients are safe, huh?”

“I guess not,” you murmur.

“Look, you just get yourself situated. Try to relax. I know a lot's happened but you're strong. You can do this,” he leans in, “I believe in you.”

He kisses your forehead and you wince. His hand goes to your chin as he pulls away. You stare up at him.

“I meant it when I said you're special,” he hums.

“I…” you turn your head away from him, slipping free, “I need to lay down.”

“Sure,” he smirks and drops his hand, “I'll check in when I can.”

You turn into the bedroom, slouching through as you sense him behind you. You feel him watching, as if waiting for something. You refuse to look back.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” he purrs, “you're exactly where you need to be.”

The door shuts and you gasp as the bag falls from your hand. What does he mean?

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[buckysgrace]

Game, Set, Match

Steve and you try to reconcile your relationship but Billy makes it near impossible until he offers some friendly advice.

Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader, Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Part two to Friendly Competition, I hope that everyone who asked for a second part enjoys this!

CW: Unprotected sex, spitting, cheating, some hitting if you squint, threesome

Steve left without a word, leaving you with the image of his betrayed brown eyes bouncing around in your mind. You were left alone, in a puddle of spit and come as you tried to shake the guilt that was eating away at you. You had risen from your bed in shame, trying to ignore how badly your legs were shaking as you dragged yourself to your bathroom to clean yourself. 

You had tried to call him, multiple different times with no avail. You couldn’t blame him, you’d be just as hurt if you had been the one to walk in on that sight. Still, it worried you. You knew Steve had to be going through a lot and you didn’t want him to feel alone. You had successfully gotten a hold of him on Saturday night, but had quickly lost your confidence once he had answered. You had hung up before he could even finish saying hello. You had just stood there in the middle of the hallway, staring at the phone as you were unsure of what to feel.

You wanted to apologize, to tell Steve how sorry you were for everything that had happened. However, you soon realized that you weren’t sorry for your actions. You were sorry you had gotten caught. Your mind had constantly lingered towards Billy, thinking of the filthy things he had said and done to you. You realized you were desperate to have him touch you again, to feel his warm skin against your own. 

You weren’t sure why you thought anything would be different when you returned back to school. Billy acted like nothing had happened and hardly looked at you between classes or in the hallways. You were confused, baffled even as you wondered what you had ruined your relationship with Steve for. It hurt and it made you feel small. 

“Can we talk?” Steve approached you one day after school as you were gathering your books into your bag. You froze for a moment, feeling full of anxiety as you nodded your head. You had figured he would go on with his life hating you.

You were even more surprised when he took a hold of your hand and guided you towards an empty classroom. You missed the way Billy’s eyes lingered against you as Steve shut the door behind you. You sighed softly, biting down on your lip hard. You couldn’t find the right words to say.

“Why did you do it?” He asked finally after realizing you wouldn’t be the first one to speak. You wondered if he thought that you would beg for his forgiveness and plead for him back. You really weren’t sure why you weren’t doing that at the moment. 

“I don’t know,” You exhaled softly, feeling a fresh wave of guilt wash over you as Steve stared at you with his soft brown eyes. You tried to search for a reason, any sort of explanation to make him feel better about what happened. There was none. You were guilty of everything that had happened, “I guess I was just upset you were hanging around Nancy again.” You mumbled, not quite ready to admit to him that you did it without any reason. Steve crossed his arms, playing with the strings on his shirt.

“That was pretty shitty,” He admitted to your surprise. You watched him curiously as he stared around the empty classroom, “I don’t want to lose you.” He admitted and you felt your mouth part in surprise. That had been the last thing you were expecting.

“I don’t want to lose you either,” You admitted softly as different thoughts and feelings battled inside of you, “I shouldn’t have done it.” You said finally, hoping he knew how wrong your behavior had been. You tried to apologize, but the words wouldn’t come forward. You felt sick, realizing that you didn’t regret your actions. 

“Maybe we can start over?” Steve took a step forward towards you, watching you with an uncertain expression written on his features, “I won’t talk to Nancy, you don’t talk to Billy.” You stared at him for a minute, thinking his compromise through. You didn’t even care about Nancy that much in general, but it made you wonder if something had really been going on in order for him to promise her away. It should be easy, not seeing Billy again. He hadn’t paid you any attention from that day. You were sure he was completely over you, yet, your body told a different story. It pleaded for you to say no, just in case there was a small chance something would happen again.

“Deal,” You breathed out slowly, watching the way light seemed to flood into his brown eyes, “You have a deal.” 

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Things seemed to be fine after that but it was like Steve was afraid to touch you. You took notice on how he would overthink every single time he would touch you. You tried not to get frustrated, knowing it was your own fault for setting up the situation. Still, you wished you were able to get through a session in bed without him trying to ask how Billy did something. It only made you feel even worse.

Steve was kind and sweet, while Billy was rough and mean. You never thought you would enjoy that but you did, a lot. You never had a problem with the way Steve fucked you either, but his constant overanalyzing was making it hard to enjoy anything.

Not to mention how Billy had taken a keen interest in you after seeing that you were back with Steve. He was always trying to speak to you, trying to gain your attention in one way or another. You always kept your conversations short and didn’t allow them to gain any traction. It was harder than what you thought it would be. You didn’t realize how badly your body could crave something before him. He was like a drug you couldn’t stop using. You were doing your best for Steve, not wanting to ruin the second chance that you had.

Steve had been trying to make it up in other areas or at least trying to prove himself to you. Which only made you feel that much worse. He was constantly spoiling you with gifts and taking time out of his schedule that he didn’t have to spend it with you.

You had convinced him to go to Tommy’s party for the night, hoping that maybe he would relax a bit with a few drinks. It had seemed to work for a bit, as his movements became less rigid and his lips more sloppy. It felt nice, pretending like you hadn’t done anything wrong. 

“Maybe we should go,” Steve spoke up suddenly, taking you by surprise as his hands released from your waist. You looked at the brown eyed boy confused, “Shit.” And suddenly, it was like your boyfriend wasn’t even there as Billy approached with a smirk on his face. He was smoking, his eyes lingering over your body before he spoke.

“Been a while,” He blew out a cloud towards you, ignoring the boy standing behind you, “You look good.” He licked his tongue across his teeth, staring at you with lustful eyes. Your heart was racing in your chest and your knees felt weak from the look he was sending you. You were sure you would cave, had you not felt Steve stiffening behind you.

“Go fuck yourself.” Steve hissed out, placing his hands tightly on your waist. You looked at him surprised, not used to hearing him speak like that. Billy’s eyebrows rose far on his forehead.

“What? You have a problem with me fucking your bitch?” Billy’s smile was wide as he stared into Steve’s soft brown eyes, “Didn’t you hear her begging for my cock? Does she ever do that for you?” Your eyes widened in surprise and you were a bit horrified as people turned to look at you. Steve stepped forward, an angry look written across his face.

“Watch it.” He shoved at Billy’s shoulder, but Billy only seemed to grow more amused. You were nervous as you watched the two of them. You pulled on Steve’s shirt, urging him to turn around and leave. Billy watched your actions, drinking in the image of you.

“Why don’t I ask her?” Billy tilted his head, his blonde curls curling against the nape of her neck, “Who do you think she would choose?” You yanked on Steve’s shirt harder, not giving him the chance to consider it as you hastily pulled him away. You didn’t need that confrontation in your life. 

“You’re right, let’s go.” You tried to reassure the brown eyed boy. He looked at you, still full of anger from Billy’s words before he was gripping your hand and guiding you out of the party. You felt the sensation of someone watching you and promised yourself just a peek as you glanced over your shoulder. Billy was still staring, a knowing smirk on his face as you left him behind. 

Steve tried hard that night, but you were both too tipsy to actually perform that well and you could tell that Billy had hit his ego again. You were growing desperate and tried to keep the lustful thoughts to yourself as you comforted Steve over Billy’s harsh words. You didn’t want Steve to get hurt but you feared that the both of you knew how true they were.

When you were sure he was asleep you had slipped your hand under your boyfriend’s shirt that you had borrowed, and fingered yourself to the thought of a certain blue eyed boy. 

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Billy had become too self aware after that, doing whatever he could to find himself near you at all times. You were still loyal to Steve and did your best to neglect Billy, but it was hard. Your body craved him in a way that you had never felt before. You were unsure of how much you could take before you ended up craving. 

“That skirt looks nice on you,” Billy whispered huskily over the back of your chair and he tugged on a section of your hair. It was suddenly hard to breath with him leaning so close against you, “If I were Steve, I’d bend you over one of these desks and fuck you.” His breath was hot against your face as you stared at him astonished. You clenched your thighs together, feeling your panties growing wet. All you could do was stare as you considered his words, picturing him overtop of you again. He leaned back in his chair, a smirk on his face as he knew the grip he still had over you. 

You turned, holding your legs together as you willed for this torment to leave you. You knew you shouldn’t be picturing his cock inside of you, but it was all you could think of the rest of the day. Even as Steve spoke to you later on, you were still picturing Billy with his cock stuffed inside of your wet cunt. 

When Billy’s compliments didn't gain much of a reaction from you he would take to his actions. He’d constantly be touching you, creating a fire against your skin as you tried to concentrate on whatever your teacher was lecturing about. His hands were always on your skin, near your hair or picking at the clothes you were wearing. It almost made you feel bad to ignore him, but you kept on as you pictured Steve’s sad brown eyes. 

He saved his dirty words for a last resort, because he always got a reaction from you. You’d always stare at him with widened eyes and a lust filled face after he would whisper the most filthy words he could think of to you. It was enough to make you leave the classroom for a few minutes and wash your face with cold water. Sometimes, you’d picture Billy following in after you and fucking you against the bathroom counters with your panties shoved in your mouth to keep you quiet. 

You almost wondered if he knew about your bargain with Steve and that’s why he was doing his best to make you cave. You were curious if he knew how close you were to doing it. 

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“You’re not coming tonight?” You looked at Steve confused as he pushed a hand through his thick hair. He sighed, shaking his head no. He was back to being unreliable, but you felt like you weren’t allowed to question him about it. Afterall, you had been the one to get in bed with someone else. 

“Something came up,” He said vaguely and you did your best not to act suspicious. You wondered if it had something to do with Nancy but you didn’t press. So far, you both had kept up your end of the bargain. You hadn’t seen him around Nancy and you did your best to ignore Billy. It was hard, your body responded differently to him than what your mind did. No matter how wrong it was, you always found yourself looking for him in the hallways, “I’ll pick you though, I promise.” He sealed it with a kiss.

“We should be done close to nine!” You shouted after him, smiling softly as he turned and sent you one last wave. You no longer felt the familiar sparks as you watched him go and that scared you more than anything.

You waited, crossing your ankles as you waited on the bleachers for Steve. You kept glancing at the clock on the wall as the minutes passed, beginning to grow unsure if he was even going to show up. Your spirits began to dampen, realizing that he had probably forgotten about you again.

You snapped your eyes up at the sound of the doors slamming open. You looked for Steve’s familiar form, instead, you landed on the stocky blonde boy. Billy strutted towards you, only clad in his basketball shorts. You crossed your legs tighter together as you felt a thrill rushing through your body and you wondered if he ever really wore a shirt. 

“You sleeping here or something?” He eyed you curiously, rubbing his thumb across his bottom lip. You lowered yourself into your seat, wondering why out of all the people he had to be the one to discover you alone. 

“Just waiting on my ride.” You tried to be as vague as possible as you glanced back towards your shoes, looking away from his muscular form. Your heart was beating hard in your chest and you could feel your stomach muscles tightening as lust crept in on you. You never thought you would be someone that would so willingly cheat on their partner.

“I don’t think he’s coming, doll,” Billy chuckled, flickering his eyes over your slumped form, “I can give you a ride.” You stood hesitantly, knowing that it was probably best that you just walk home. Your smile faltered as he stepped closer to you and the scent of him traveled against your nostrils. Your body was urging you to step closer, to wrap yourself up in his muscular arms. You wanted nothing more than to repeat the other night and be a slobbering mess underneath him.

Your hands grew sweaty as you watched him, shrugging your shoulders softly, “I can walk. You played good tonight.” Your whole body felt warm at the way his lips curled into a smile. You felt like you were putty in his hands when he stepped closer, brushing his large hand against your arm. 

“Do you need a ride?” You wanted to say yes and let him take you home. You knew it was a bad idea. You knew that you’d only end up in the backseat of his car, letting him do whatever he pleased to you. You couldn’t do that to Steve, not again. 

“It’s okay,” He traced his finger along the side of your face, earning a soft sigh from your lips as you lingered against his warm skin, “I can walk.” You tried to reassure yourself more than anything. He chuckled, looking at you amused as his eyes darkened. 

“What?” Billy teased, gripping your neck softly to make you look up at him, “I give you the best fuck of your life and now you’re too good to ride in my car?” You whimpered softly, already feeling a rush travel between your legs. You couldn’t even find it in yourself to protest that he had been the one ignoring you. You were whipped.

“Steve can’t see us,” You spoke hoarsely, watching the way his blue eyes observed you, “I told him it wouldn’t happen again.” Billy squeezed your cheeks together, smirking down at you.

“Awe, how cute. You’re trying to make it work. I bet he’s still not fucking that sweet pussy like you deserve,” He released your face softly, flickering his eyes down to your lips, “I know you want my cock. I can see it on your pretty face.” He released his hand from your neck slowly, causing flames to spread across your skin where his hand had once been.

“He does fine.” You whispered out, trying to do your part in defending your boyfriend. Billy’s lips curled up into a smirk as he observed you. 

“You said you wanted to be my slut,” Billy drew his words out slowly, observing your reaction closely as you darted your eyes away from him, “I don’t think that changed.” He was close to you, inhaling your scent as your chest rose and fell quickly. Your hands were trembling as you fought with yourself.

“Don’t be mean,” You said quietly, urging yourself to back away from him. His lips curled into a smile, “You’ve been ignoring me.” You weren’t sure that’s what you decided to say. You should’ve mentioned something about Steve, how you promised to never see Billy again. None of that came to mind as Billy took another step forward, gripping your waist softly.

“I’m sorry, baby,” He mocked, his tone sounded like you were a dumb child, “I didn’t realize you were that desperate for my cock again.” His thumb cupped your chin, squeezing softly as he forced you to look at him. Your heart was hammering hard in your chest as warmth spread throughout your body.

“I’m not,” You lied, blinking hard as you tried to relax your body. You were seconds away from curling up against him, begging for him to take you right there against the bleachers, “I’m happy with Steve.” You breathed out slowly, your heart pounding rapidly in your chest. 

“You know he can’t fuck you right, why stay? Let me remind you how much better I can treat you.” His thumb traveled across your glossed lips, his blue eyes watching you with keen interest. His breath was warm as it tickled across your face and you felt your eyes closing, your resolve breaking down into tiny pieces again as Billy entered into your thoughts.

“Billy,” You couldn’t find the words to protest, instead focusing on how badly you wanted to feel his body merging with yours again, “He seriously can’t know this time.” You looked at him urgently, searching his cocky expression as you waited for him to promise it to you. He licked his lips across his bottom lip.

“Of course, I wouldn’t want to hurt his pretty little ego,” Billy grinned but you thought it was a bit too mischievous to be sincere. You should’ve fought harder for a genuine answer, but you couldn’t find it in yourself, too overtaken with lust, “Do you want me to fuck you?” His blue eyes traced over your features, and you found yourself nodding eagerly as you remembered how good he had treated you last time. 

“Please,” You exhaled slowly, filling your lungs with the scent of him as you stepped closer to him. He smirked, looking all too amused at your desperate form, “Please fuck me, Billy.” You spoke a little louder, hoping to sway his decision. 

“Work for it,” He looked at you sternly with his pretty eyes through his even thicker eyelashes, “Get on your knees and show me you’re worth it.” You didn’t even feel pathetic as you fell to your knees with a thud, your knees scraping across the dirty gymnasium floors as you looked up at him. He looked down, cocking an eyebrow up in annoyance as he waited for you to move. Your fingers pulled at his green basketball shorts, pulling them down over his muscular thighs. His cock was standing hard and proud, his tip red and leaking precum. You felt like you were in a trance as you wrapped your hand around his thick cock and pumped him up and down slowly.

“Pretty,” You mumbled as you brushed your thumb across the head of his cock and collected the precum that was leaking from his slit. You hesitantly licked the liquid off of your thumb, glancing up at him as you tasted him. He had a cocky grin on his face as he observed every little movement you did, “You’re so big.” You flicked your tongue across the tip of his cock, earning a moan from the boy towering over you.

You flicked your wet tongue along his cock, savoring the feel of every vein and ridge before you circled your lips around his angry tip. You knew this was wrong, that you should be making your way back to Steve’s, but your mind was too clouded with lust to care about your boyfriend at the moment. You hollowed your cheeks and bobbed your head along Billy’s fat cock, trying to fit as much of him in your mouth as you could. You kept having to relax your jaw wider from how thick his girth was.

“Good girl,” He brushed his hand across your soft cheek, watching the way your lips stretched around your cock, “Such a good cock slut. I bet King Steve doesn’t fuck your pretty little throat like this.” You temporarily stalled at the mention of Steve, but Billy gripped the base of your neck and forced you down further on his hard cock. You clenched your eyes tightly together, gagging hard as he hit the back of your throat. Drool pooled from your lips, soaking down the front of your cheerleading uniform.

You gagged each time he thrusted forward, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat harshly. You flicked your tongue around his veins, massaging his skin as tears brimmed in your eyes. You could feel your panties drenching from how wet you were. You moved your thighs closer together, trying to search for any sort of friction.

“Fuck,” Billy grunted, gripping the side of your head as he pushed his cock deep inside your mouth. His balls pressed against your wet chin as he stared down at you, before slowly pulling himself all the way out, “Jesus, I can’t believe he’s not fucking you every day.” There was a line of spit connecting from your mouth to the head of his cock as you glanced up at his pleasure ridden face. 

A laugh left your chest as he forced you up off of your knees and onto the bottom of the bleachers as he laid you down on your back. He thumbed the hem of your cheerleading shirt up over your breasts, exposing you to the air as he kneaded them slowly in his hands. You whimpered, rolling your hips up as his cock twitched against his stomach.

“Don’t tease me,” You sighed softly as he pinched both of your nipples between his fingers, “I need your cock.” He traced his hands down your sides slowly before he dipped a hand between your legs. He rubbed two fingers across your wet cunt, letting you feel just how drenched your panties are.

"Be patient," He snapped, pressing his fingers between your wet folds, "I had to wait so long for this sweet pussy again. I think I deserve a taste." He circled his finger over your entrance, earning a mewl from you as you lifted your hips towards his fingers. He smirked again, obviously proud of the reaction he gained from you.

"Sorry," You exhaled softly as his warm breath tickled over your throbbing clit. You sat up on your elbows, watching the way his flicked his tongue across your wet folds. A moan left your parted lips and you were sure you hadn't felt this desperate for anything before, "Billy." You whined, rolling your hips towards his face. He gripped your thighs tightly, squeezing as he held you in place.

Your head fell back in pleasure against the cold bleachers as he flicked his warm tongue across your wet pussy. You whined as your clit throbbed against his rough tongue. He pulled his head away from your legs, smirking up at you with your slick coated on his lips.

"Do you want to taste yourself?" You found yourself nodding before you could comprehend what he said. He leaned forward, his body hovering over your own as he captured your smooth lips against his rough ones. It all felt so dirty but so good at the same time as he flicked his tongue inside of your mouth. You were a moaning mess, feeling like you were seconds from grinding yourself up against his leg.

"Need you," You whispered hotly as you stared up at his dilated blue eyes, "Fuck me, please." You urged, rolling your hips forward again. He licked his lips, pretending like he was considering it. Your heart hammered hard in your chest as he adjusted himself back on the bleachers, pulling you into the positions that he wanted.

“Can he fuck you this good?” He gripped your hips, adjusting you on the bleachers as your legs rested against his shoulders in the air. He lifted your skirt up over your hips, slowly beginning to pull your panties to the side, “Are you dumb? Can King Steve fuck you this good?” He repeated slower, sterner as he waited for your answer.

“No,” You whined as he pressed his thumb down on your clit softly, rubbing it in soft circles, “Only you can fuck me this good.” You promised, nodding your head to reassure him as his thumb pressed through your folds. You whined, rolling your hips up at the sensation.

“That’s a good little whore,” He teased, giving his fat cock a few pumps with his wrist before tapping his hard dick along your wet folds. You sighed in bliss, rolling your hips up in hope that he would slip inside you faster. You craved the feeling of him stretching out your walls, “So desperate for my cock.” He slid his tip inside your wet cunt slowly as he gripped onto your ankles tightly, holding you in place as you inhaled every inch of him.

You whined as his throbbing cock pressed into you and you savored the feeling of his hard ridges against your fluttering walls. Your mouth fell open in awe as he bottomed out inside of you, his balls pressing up against your backside.

“Billy,” You cried out in awe, digging your nails into the bleachers as he rocked you forward. The rough material scratched your back, but you didn’t care. You were too focused on the feeling of his cock dragging in and out of your wet cunt to even focus on breathing, “More, more.” You begged, pleading to feel every inch of him inside of you.

“Nasty little whore,” Billy gripped your ankles tighter, snapping his hips forward roughly. You were crying out in pure bliss from how hard he was fucking you, “So desperate for some cock that I got you grinding up against me like a bitch in heat.” He was all smiles as he pounded into you, causing you to mewl from the sensation of him hitting against your bundle of nerves. 

“There!” You cried out in bliss as he spread your legs wider and pushed into you deeper. He hit that spot repeatedly, drawing you near your orgasm. He was grunting above you; the sound of your skin meeting was echoing inside the empty gym walls. The thought of being caught sent a thrill up your back as you realized he’d fuck you to your orgasm anyways, “So, so good, Billy.” Your legs were burning from the position he had your legs bent into and you could feel your slick dripping from your hole as his movements became sloppier. 

He let go of one of your ankles and smacked your cheek lightly, drawing your attention back to his blissful face as he gripped your face harshly in his rough hands, “You gonna keep ignoring me?” He thrusted inside you deeper again, filling you to the brim before rutting his hips up and pulling back out. You cried out, shaking your head.

“No, no,” You were becoming incoherent, too focused on reaching your end, “I’ll never ignore you again.” You promised Billy, long forgetting your words to Steve. He grunted, his lips beginning to curl into a smile as his hair clung to his sweaty forehead. You suddenly wished for the chance to kiss him.

“You’ll let me fuck this pussy when I want?” He was still squeezing your cheeks together, pouting your lips out pathetically as he rammed his hard cock inside your drenching hole. You were desperate, rutting your hips up with his movements as your toes began to curl inside your shoes.

“Yes!” You cried out, your words muffled from his grip on your face, “I’m all yours.” You promised, sentencing yourself to do whatever he wanted. He groaned lowly, the sound traveling across your core and up through your body. You were a whimpering mess, begging for more as his tip hit your g-spot with each movement.

"What would your pretty boyfriend say?" Billy licked across his lips, watching you with a smirk, "I wonder if he knows how big of a whore his little girlfriend?" His words didn't even make you feel guilty, it excited you more than anything.

"Be so mad," You breathed out between your loud moans, "You fuck me so good." You whimpered as his hand rapped lightly across your cheek again before he pulled away from your face completely. You were desperately trying to move up against him in awe.

“Fuck,” Billy cursed softly as he squeezed his fingers tighter across your ankle, “You look so pretty being fucked like the dumb whore you are.” Billy praised as he moved his free hand up and pinched your sensitive nipples. You cried out, rolling your hips in awe. 

“Gonna cum.” You whined as he pried your legs further apart and kept the same brutal pace, his cock pressing into your bundle of nerves repeatedly as you squeezed around his throbbing cock. Your body curled as your stomach muscles clenched together, your body sprawled towards him. You came with a loud cry, your eyes slamming shut in pure bliss as you shook around him.

“Good little slut,” Billy grunted lowly, his hips stalling as he rutted into you. A wad of spit landed across your cheek and the corner of your mouth and you sighed in bliss, licking the part you could reach away, “Holy fuck.” Billy cursed, squeezing your ankle and pressing into you harshly as he pumped you full of his warm cum. You whimpered, thinking about how this was something you never let Steve do.

It took you a moment to regain your breath as you stared into the bright lights of the ceiling, trying to erase the guilt that was forming in your chest. You didn’t want to think about how bad you’d feel about it later, when you felt so good now. A small laugh left your mouth as you looked back at the golden boy that was resting between your legs. 

“Messy little, bitch,” Billy cursed as he pulled his cock from your wet cunt. You whimpered at the sensation of him pulling out, “Clean up your mess.” He tapped his drenched cock against your plump lips, smearing the mixture of you two across your mouth. You didn’t hesitate to open your mouth again as he pushed his softening cock inside. You wasted no time bobbing your head as you licked away the liquid from his cock.

“Was I good?” You weren’t sure what it was about him that left you in this state. You felt like you were degrading yourself, just for a small chance that you would get his approval. He smirked at you, moving his hand away from your face as he nodded in approval. Pride swelled inside your chest as you moved closer towards him. 

“Always so good,” He promised as he traced his finger across the curve of your face. You leaned up a bit, trying to get a better look at him as he traced his finger across your lips, “You can keep a little secret, can’t you?” He was referencing Steve and you nodded your head slowly, knowing it was completely and utterly wrong. It was like you were unable to think for yourself with Billy involved.

“Yes,” You breathed out slowly, staring at his plump lips and wishing for the chance to kiss him, “It’ll be our little secret.” You sealed it with a promise as you tried to convince yourself that it wouldn’t hurt Steve. If he didn’t know, it couldn’t hurt him. 

He squatted down in front of your messy form, wiping a line of drool from the corner of your mouth, “I want you to go back to him, all full of my come and have him fuck you,” His eyes trailed over your surprised expression, “Let me know if he tastes my come inside you.” 

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It was like Billy got off on trying to do things better than Steve. Any time Steve did anything remotely nice or romantic for you, Billy degraded you even more. He’d push you onto your knees in the bathroom, force your mouth around his cock while he snapped the stems from the roses that Steve had gotten for you. 

It was a dangerous game that the two of you were playing. No matter how wrong it was, you couldn’t convince yourself to stop. You enjoyed it too much. Billy would degrade you in the most horrible way and you’d crawl your way to Steve, who would place gentle kisses across your face for comfort. He had no idea what you were actually doing. It made you feel guilty.

“You look happier than usual,” Steve said casually one afternoon. His head was resting on your lap, and you were playing with his hair as you thought about how Billy had just had you on your hands and knees in the back of his car. You looked down at your boyfriend stunned, “Is something going on?” You forced up a smile, hiding your nerves.

“No, just happy that we’re back together.” You lied, trying to ignore the guilt that was eating away at your chest. Steve looked up at you unsure, his brown eyes searching your face for anything that you might be hiding.

“You’re sure?” You nodded your head, doing whatever you could do to convince him that everything was fine. You bent your head low and pressed a gentle kiss against the tip of his nose.

“That’s cute,” The voice in the doorway surprised you, as you turned with widened eyes. Your movements froze as your whole body stiffened in surprise. You glanced towards Steve, finding yourself stammering as you looked back towards the blue-eyed boy, “Very romantic.” Billy’s voice sounded dry as he watched the two of you. Steve sat up slowly and you feared things were about to get very bad.

“What are you doing here?” You sent Billy a look, urging him to think of some excuse and leave. You knew that you had told him you’d be with Steve later. You didn’t understand why he thought he could just show up here, unannounced. 

“I invited him,” Steve rolled his shoulders as he glanced towards you, “I wanted him to show me what you like.” He mumbled under his breath, almost sounding embarrassed. He stared at you, ignoring the laugh that the blonde sends him.

“He doesn’t know how to fuck, in otherwards,” Billy pulled off his jacket, tossing it the side of the floor without another word as your heart sped up in your chest. You were still staring in Steve’s blue eyes, not quite understanding what he meant, “Are you going to undress her or not? I have better things I could be doing.” Billy grumbled out. Steve finally turned to look at him, appearing to be irritated.

“Can you shut up?” Steve rolled his eyes before he looked at you again, “You don’t seem that happy with me the way that you were with him. I just, I want to know how to please you.” His soft brown eyes made you feel bad. But you nodded your head slowly, too turned on by the idea to stop it.

Steve undressed you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours as he exposed you to the chill air in your bedroom. Your heart was hammering fast as you watched him slowly remove his clothes. You forced yourself to keep from looking at Billy, knowing that is who you truly wanted to see. Billy loomed in behind you, his warm air tickling your skin as he moved in close.

“Don’t kiss her,” Steve grunted as he laid back down on the bed. You glanced down at his long, hardening cock before you looked back at his flushed face, “She’s not yours.” He grumbled and you bit back a grin at the words. Billy’s hands lingered against your sides as he leaned forward. You could feel his dick pressing up against you as he held onto your waist, watching the other boy with a pleased look on his face.

“Trust me,” Billy’s words were thick and raw as he spoke, “I won’t do anything to upset you, Pretty Boy.” Your stomach curled when he leaned forward and spit on the side of Steve’s face. The brown eyed boy looked up in disgust.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Steve went to wipe the spit from his cheek, but Billy stopped him just as fast, gripping his wrist as Steve watched him with confused brown eyes. Billy smirked at you, motioning you towards him. You crossed over Steve’s lap gently, licking Billy’s spit away from where it landed on his chin and down to his neck. Steve exhaled softly, his chest rising rapidly in the way that it did when he was excited. His warm brown eyes never left your face, watching you with interest.

“She’s a needy little slut, isn’t she?” Billy gripped the back of your neck, pulling you back against his chest and looking at you with a cocky grin. His thick fingers caressed over your soft face, looking at you full of lust while Steve shifted underneath you, “Gonna teach you how to fuck her like she deserves.” Billy’s blue eyes wandered over to Steve’s irritated face.

“I know how to fuck her.” Steve looked almost offended as he watched the two of you. Billy snorted, rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip as he squeezed your face in his large hands.

“Not like I do,” Billy replaced his thumb with his tongue, flicking across your lips softly. You moaned, letting your tongue brush against his, “Come on, man. It’ll be fun.” Billy looked down at Steve, smirking softly. You turned your eyes slowly, looking at Steve’s widened eyes.

“Sure,” He was staring intensely at you, his hands tracing up your curves, “I guess.” Steve mumbled under his breath, ignoring the look that the blonde boy was giving him. Billy scooted you up on Steve’s lap, spreading your legs wide as he situated himself behind you. Your heart was pounding, and you wondered if you were really going to let Billy defile you in front of your boyfriend.

"Look how wet she is," You gasped as Billy ran his thick fingers across your wet folds. You jerked your hips forward at the motion, gaining a laugh from the boy behind you. Steve groaned softly as he traced his hands up your thighs, "Do you think it's from you or I?" Billy teased the brunette boy as he circled his thumb across your clit.

"You better shut up," Steve exhaled, ignoring Billy as he looked up at you. He squeezed your hips softly, drawing your eyes back to him, "Just get on with it." He mumbled, shifting underneath you.

"It'll be fun," You grinned at the brown eyed boy, stroking your fingertips against his skin, "Trust me." You bent forward, pressing your lips against Steve's slowly. He reciprocated quickly, moving his lips against yours urgently. You sighed softly against his mouth, just beginning to enjoy it when Billy pulled you away.

“Just relax,” Billy traced his large hands over your curves, causing goosebumps to spread across your skin. He gripped his dick in his hand, pumping it softly before he was pushing his tip inside of your wet hole. You sighed, closing your eyes to hide your boyfriend’s shocked expression. You held onto Steve’s shoulders, pushing yourself back onto Billy’s thick cock, “Look at how desperate she is for my cock, Pretty Boy.” You could hear the smirk in Billy’s words as he smacked your ass hard before he squeezed your soft flesh in his hand. You squealed softly at the sensation.

“It'd be better if you'd shut up,” Steve grumbled, and you peeked your eyes open slowly to look down at him. He was watching you in wonder, his brown eyes drinking in every detail of pleasure on your features. You giggled softly, feeling Steve’s hard cock brushing against your thigh, “You’re beautiful.” He mumbled out as he watched you. You began to reach between his legs, searching for his long cock.

Billy took a hold of your neck, jerking you away from Steve as he dragged you along the curve of his dick. You moaned, feeling every vein and pulse that left his thick cock. Your nails dug into Steve’s skin as Billy held you in place, licking the side of your neck and up towards your face. Your walls were fluttering around him, and you could feel yourself squeezing around him, “Look how responsive she is.” Billy grunted as he squeezed your neck softly, momentarily cutting off your air flow. Steve groaned from underneath you.

“Wanna feel,” He mumbled as he reached between your legs, pumping his hard cock in his hand. He rubbed his tip against your clit, causing you to squeal as Billy thrusted into you harder. You whimpered, thinking about being stretched by the both of them, “Looks so good.” Steve breathed out, staring at your wet cunt. 

“Her slutty little pussy can take it,” Billy smirked, smacking the side of your cheek, “Can’t you?” He grunted in your ear, moving his hands down to squeeze your hips. The sounds of you two were echoing off the walls and you nodded your head quickly.

“Yes,” You sighed in pleasure, enjoying the feeling of Steve’s tip tapping against your clit as Billy began to stall his movements, “Want it bad.” You confirmed as you looked down at Steve with a serious look in your eyes. He groaned softly, sliding his tip down slowly towards your entrance.

“I don’t know if it’ll fit.” He mumbled after a second. Billy moved his face away from yours, leaning down to grip Steve’s cock. You froze, staring in awe as he pushed the brunette’s tip inside of your fluttering walls. Steve was staring up at him, a dark look passing over his features.

“We’ll make it fit,” Billy smiled teasingly as he watched your reaction, slowly pushing Steve inside of you with him. You whined at the burn from the stretch, your eyes fluttering shut as you leaned back against Billy, trying to adjust yourself to the feeling of the two of them inside you, “Atta girl.” Billy praised, pressing a messy kiss against the corner of your mouth.

“Oh my god,” You whined at the feeling of being stuffed so full, “Oh fuck.” You leaned forward, your head falling against Steve’s shoulder as his arms wrapped around you. He grunted softly, pushing upwards to fill in you. You squeaked softly as Billy gripped your hips again, slowly building up the pace he had before.

“Fuck,” Steve cursed out, desperately pulling your face towards him as he kissed you sloppily. Your mouth was hanging open in bliss and your cunt sang in harmony with their movements. You were sure you hadn’t ever felt so good before, “So good, so fucking good.” Steve grunted, interlocking your fingers together and squeezing. 

It was like a game between the two of them, each of them was trying to see who could make you moan the loudest, who could be the one to come last. You were a whining mess, your legs shaking and resembling what you would think jello would feel like. Each time one boy pulled slightly out then the other pushed inside of you deeper, searching for the bundle of nerves inside of you.

Billy wrapped his large hand around your face, squeezing hard as he forced you to look at him, “Does it feel good baby?” His minty breath swam around your hot face. You nodded pathetically, your jaw aching from the way he was squeezing your jaw.

“So good,” You cried out pathetically as you rolled your hips, enjoying the sensation of being so filled. You could feel ever drag of their cocks, every soft movement, “Feels so good.” You repeated dumbly as he let go of your face, moving you back towards Steve as he smacked your backside again.

You were a mewling mess, unsure of how to move your hips to gain more pleasure inside of you. Your whole body felt on fire, constantly filled with pleasure from the way that the two boys were now moving together. As one pulled out, the other one was inside you and hitting the same deep spots that had your toes curling. Drool was falling from your lips and onto Steve’s chest from the delight that was filling your body. 

“Gonna,” You breathed out hard, finding it difficult to catch your breath, “Gonna come.” You were finally about to speak. Billy grunted from behind you, dragging your hips back towards him as he continued to hit that same spot inside of you. Steve was thrusting up hard, his fingers gripping against your thighs as he searched for his high.

You cried as you came, thick hot tears were rolling down your face as you shook around the two of them. Your whole body was trembling, and Billy held onto your waist tightly to keep you from collapsing entirely. He licked at your wet tears, his sounds of pleasure vibrating across your skin as he did so.

“Fuck,” Steve huffed as he quickly pulled away, pumping himself hard in his hand as he released his thick fluid across your thighs and stomach. You whined as you watched the way his mouth opened in pleasure, “So fucking good.” He praised, his eyes glancing up towards you.

Billy’s hands wrapped around your neck again, gripping you back so you could face him. You stared at the curve of his face and admired the freckles on his cheeks. His lips parted as he groaned, squeezing at your neck as he emptied inside of you. You moaned out softly, feeling your mixture dripping down onto Steve.

"Little slut," Billy tsked, smacking the side of your ass. You yelped as he pushed in deeply one last time before he pulled himself out. You trembled as he reached forward, wiping away some of Steve's spunk from your stomach and pushing it between your lips, "Such a messy little bitch."

"Don't call her that," Steve breathed out hard, his eyes moving from your blissed out face to Billy's, "She's not one." Billy smirked, smacking your backside again.

"Whatever you say," Billy smirked softly, holding his hands up in defense. You stared at Billy for another moment, before Steve was pulling you towards him, "She likes it anyways." Steve ignored him as he traced his hands up your sides. You looked at Billy again, admiring his toned muscles as you caught your breath.

“You came inside,” Steve scowled as he glanced towards Billy. He was pulling you against him, rubbing his long fingers against your shaking form as you tried to calm yourself down from your very intense orgasm, “That wasn’t part of the rules.” Billy smiled and shrugged, not looking like he regretted anything as he moved towards the edge of his bed. You wondered how many other rules he had broken.

“Maybe I’ll see you around.” Billy sent you a wink as he dressed himself again. You did your best not to stare at his toned body as Steve’s arms wrapped around you once again.

“Fuck you,” Steve’s voice was short as he caressed his thumb across your skin, “This was a one-time thing. It’s never happening again.” You hoped he couldn’t feel the way your heart was beating inside of your chest. You watched Billy for another second, realizing that your boyfriend still had no idea about what was happening between you and the other boy. A sly smile pressed against your lips, deciding you could keep your own little secret.

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Home~ Neteyam x Metkayina!reader

Summary: Leaving behind everything he knew was hard for Neteyam and then adapting to the ways of the new clan was even harder. He'd push himself, overwork and exhaust himself even, to live upto his family's expectations; never really giving his own wants a second thought. That's why Y/N was the prefect companion for him, someone who kept things in his life balanced, who made sure to let him know that what he wanted was just as important, perhaps even more so, than what everyone else wanted of him.

//slow burn, Neteyam finally growing a braincell//

masterlist, Part 6

Part 5

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Neteyam had arrived at the conclusion that he'd finally lost it.

The boy had a very simple morning routine that never quite changed over the years. He'd wake up, grab whatever choker his fingers clasped around, maybe put on an armband or a bracelet if he felt like it and then leave without a second thought. He knew he wasn’t lacking in good looks, so he never really fussed over putting much effort into how he accessorised.

Until today.

He had changed the random coloured beads in his hair to ones shaded with different hues of blue and had tried on at least four different chokers before he was satisfied with one that had pretty lilac beads weaved into it.

He didn’t understand why all of a sudden he developed the urge to put in that extra bit of effort into his attire, even if it was as subtle as everyday jewellery.

Neytiri had noticed the shift in his behaviour but decided against commenting on it. It was far too obvious to her even though her son was utterly clueless as to what drove him to turn his quick morning routine into a full blown crisis.

When he reached a point at which he knew he was indefinitely late for his lesson, something that never happened, he seized his little game of dress up and left the pod.

‘Tardiness’ and ‘Neteyam’ were two words you’d never put together in a sentence, so it was just as surprising to the others as it was to him when he arrived at the beach a good amount of time after the lesson had already begun.

“You’re late” Y/N announced and it sounded more like a question than a statement, as if she was making sure that she said was something that was actually happening.

“Sorry” was all Neteyam managed as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, not wanting to go on a tangent about how he couldn’t pick between the green and the blue arm band.

For the entire duration of the lesson, Neteyam kept glancing at Y/N. Every time he did something right or even remotely close to ‘good’, he’d look at her in hopes of receiving some form of praise or encouragement. Even when he’d fumble over something, he’d instinctively look toward her instead of Tsireya, Rotxo or Aonung, as if it was her critique he valued most out of the others. And to some extent, it was true.

The lesson ended within the same timeframe that had been decided but to Neteyam it felt as if it was cut short. He all of a sudden wanted more time to learn what was being taught, as long as it meant that he’d get to hang around Y/N for a bit longer.

“Oh you’ve got new beads braided in” Y/N pointed out as she walked beside the boy along the shoreline, admiring his new adornments. She reached out to touch them, her fingers barely grazing his neck as she did “they look nice”

“Uh yea yea” Neteyam shrugged, not wanting it to seem like he’d bothered to put in some effort. He never had to do so before and he didn’t want to admit that he’d started doing it now. Still, his ears pointed upward in response to the compliment, betraying his placid demeanour; Not to mention his heart picking up pace when he felt her fingers brush against his skin.

He didn’t want to admit it, not even to himself that he was greedy for more blandishments from her, perhaps even borderline desperate for more skin-to-skin contact. The attention he received seemed to leaving him thirsting for even more, but he only cared if it was her gracing him with it.

He tapped his fingers against the skin of his thigh, trying to think of some way to keep the conversation going. Again, he did not know why he was having trouble with this. Back at home, he’d always been an outgoing person, effortlessly making conversations with both kids and the elders in the clan. So why was he overthinking every single thing when it involved Y/N in someway? She was sweet and just as easy to talk to as his other friends but Neteyam made it difficult for himself by overanalysing what her response could be to whatever he might do or say.

As if Ewya herself pitied the poor boy, she granted him a temporary recluse from his own anxious thoughts.

"The tulkun have returned" Someone yelled, grabbing both Y/N and Neteyam's attention.

Y/N was the first between the both of them to react, clutching the boy's wrist and dragging him behind her toward the ilu while Neteyam was still processing what was going on, eyes fixated on his hand in her's.

"Come on" she urged him to move faster, clicking her tongue at an ilu "you'll get to meet my spirit sister"

An adoring smile adorned Neteyam's lips at the visible display of enthusiasm and eagerness from Y/N. He was of course joyous to witness the return of the tulkun from their migration, but even more so about the fact that Y/N wanted specifically him to tag along to meet her spirit sister.

He slid his one hand firmly around her torso once they'd sat atop the ilu; Him behind her, his chin ghosting close to her right ear as they moved in with the other Na'vi closer and closer toward the magnificent aquatic creatures.

Neteyam let out an involuntary laugh as their ilu rapidly swam amidst the tulkun, a symphony of clicks and whirs engulfed them with accompaniment of a few excited hollers from the others being beyond happy to be reunited with the tulkun.

Y/N tapped his thigh, to signal that they were about to dive under. They both took a deep breath before being encompassed by the cool waters.

Despite it being so busy, the girl didn’t have much trouble spotting her tulkun friend, communicating with the ilu to swim in that particular direction. She pointed her out for Neteyam as well, slightly turning her head to look at him as his smile grew adorably wider.

Y/N eagerly swam toward her, signing 'I see you' whilst Neteyam tailed after her, still in awe of the large animal.

He watched fondly at the both of them, Y/N signing rapidly out of excitement to tell her Tulkun everything she’d missed out on this whole time. Neteyam wasn’t fully adapted with their sign language but he knew enough to make out a bit of what she was saying; ‘he’s my friend’ and ‘yes I know he’s handsome’ being some of them, that made him grin bashfully. He politely waved his his hand as a greeting before he swam closer to the pair.

The remainder of his day consisted of some peaceful swimming followed by a race between Y/N and Aonung’s Tulkun with Neteyam holding on to it’s fin for dear life. Neteyam had been paired up with Aonung and while he was silently praying to Ewya for the entirety of the race, Y/N and Lo’ak, who was on her Tulkun’s team for the race, were having the time of their life.

And then finally it was eclipse.

The shadow of night cloaked them and all their excitement had at last simmered down as they all retired from the waters to the beach. The gentle glow of the bioluminescence of the surrounding provided a tranquil atmosphere; the fires lit were warm and the smell of food from the pods was inviting.

A perfect end to a perfect day.

“Did you have fun?” Y/N asked Neteyam in English while looking at him with her big eyes, knowing well enough what his answer would be. She still wasn’t fluent but knew a few words and phrases to have short casual conversations.

The two of them decided to while away their time on the beach, staying out a little longer than their siblings.

“Ay, your English is getting better” Neteyam grinned at her, responding to her in their mother tongue though “yea, today was fun”

“She likes you, you know” Y/N looked up at the stars as she spoke, admiring the numerous shiny orbs “my spirit sister”

“Do you like me?” Neteyam blurted out before he could even process the words leaving his mouth. His eyes widened slightly, too stunned at the fact that he boldly said that out loud.

“What was that?”

Luckily for him, she was not as good as he was when it came to speaking English and he thanked Ewya for it.

“Nothing” he shrugged, maintaining his calm composure while his heart was hammering in his rib cage. To his contentment, she didn’t press him into translating for her, probably too tired from all the excitement from earlier that day. She only responded with a suspicious grin, brows narrowing before she looked away. Her eye lids were slightly droopy, Neteyam noticed, a clear sign of her fatigue but still despite that she looked peaceful. A gentle smile stayed on her lips and her breaths came out in long timely intervals, like the waves that crashed against the shoreline.

Why did I say that? He inwardly scolded himself, still wondering how he could even fathom that thought.

Neteyam continued to gaze at her while her attention was still fixated on the stars. She was rambling to him about some constellation, how if he connected this star to that it'd form an arrow. And even though he nodded and hummed to show he was listening to her, he wasn’t. He was busy forming his own constellation of thoughts, putting together things that formed the picture he didn’t want to see. The extra effort he put into his appearance, the urge to spend every second he could spare with her, the constant need of plaudit from her and the racing of his heart caused by innocent touches.

And then his eyes grew wide once again, ears and tail both jerking slightly upward when the realisation harshly hit him, like a palulukan charging at him and successfully hurling him into a tree.

Neteyam had subconsciously fallen for her.

And now, he desperately wanted to know if she in someway felt the same.

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kinktober day six: somno

pairing: toge inumaki x chubby reader

word count: 900+

a/n: yikes this is so late, lets ignore how many days i am behind on kinktober. i edited this at 5am before i fell asleep so there is probably some mistakes. this is after everyone leaves jujutsu high. ‧₊˚✩‧₊˚♡‧₊˚

warnings: somnophilia, mutual pining, noncon(maybe dubcon?), toge uses curse speech, she's a jujutsu sorcerer so she catches on quick, allusions of chubby reader(who has bigger breasts) (this is the first time my chubby reader has mentioned bigger breasts, i know not everyone who is chubby has bigger breasts, it is mentioned only once though), groping +18 mdni

Toge is in love with you, he just can't seem to tell you to and it's not to do with cursed speech. You're just so beautiful, so kind. Sometimes you make it hard for him not to think about grabbing you and fucking you against the wall whenever you hang out together.

Toge, you and everyone else from jujutsu high are having a movie night at Nobara and Maki's flat. Everyone's left him with you in the room as they've all gone to sleep for the night, crashing in one of the bedrooms. He doesn't want this to end and it seems like you have no intention of leaving. He's having such a good night and you seem so happy. He talks before he can think, "sleep." He catches you and puts you down. He has no idea why he did that, he never thought he would do that. He knows how dangerous his cursed speech is but he did it anyway. Toge has to wake you up but he knows you're going to have questions and honestly so does he, it was very impulsive, he frowns at his actions. You're lying there, looking so peaceful and calm, you're so beautiful. He brushes your hair out your face and smiles, you look so soft. Toge kisses your cheek and looks at you fondly. You look so vulnerable right now, he has to keep you safe.

Before he even knows what he's doing, he's got his hand under your shirt, you're so soft and warm. He doesn't have to do anything extreme before he wakes you up, he just wants to feel you, you won't even know and you're so plush. He runs his arms up your rib cage and shivers at how delicate you are. He touches you over bralette, if he can't see you under your clothes then it isn't too bad. He nearly groans as he reaches your breasts, he grabs hold of one your breasts. He has to bite his lip to stop any noise coming out as he can't fit you all in his hand. He keeps touching you gingerly. He needs to stop, you deserve more respect than this. But he can't. Not yet at least.

Toge's hand goes down to your ass, trying to commit your body to memory while he can. He becomes more and more hard, rutting against the carpet, trying to get any friction he can. He knows he shouldn't but at this point he can't stop himself and he gently bites your soft belly and rolls. He's trying his hardest not to leave marks but he can't stop, you look so pretty and it's so hard not to sink his teeth into you. Finally Toge stops and takes his hands off you.

He holds you in position, "wake up." You're none the wiser as you wake up. That is until you look at the clock on the wall. Somehow it's 45 minutes later, maybe you lost track of time but you highly doubt it, even if you weren't looking you would see it in the corner of your eye.

"Toge did something happen? I know it strange but I just have a hunch, I definitely lost track of over 30 minutes." You see his eyes lightly go wide momentarily then shake his head. Something he forgot about was about the time, something even more important he forgot about was he forgot to correct your clothes properly, your breasts weren't in your bra. You noticed. Maybe you had a wardrobe malfunction, it's happened before but you look at Toge and you feel like its something more than that. His face screams guilty. "Toge did you do something to me?"

You know the answer all ready. You should feel disgusted, you should feel betrayed... but... you don't. He wanted you so bad he used his cursed speech on you, you know that's wrong. Because it's him, it doesn't feel wrong, maybe you should be angry but you're not, you are turned on though. You have no idea what he exactly did to you but you want him to do it to you again, awake or not, as long as its him. "I know what you did Toge." He starts freaking out, you're going to hate him, he's a pervert, he's wrong, but he's confused when you just smile. "I'm, I'm not angry" you stutter suddenly a bit nervous.

You never thought he would feel this way about you, especially enough for you to use his cursed speech on you. He likes you. You like him, I mean how could you not. He's kind and brave and funny and you've never seen anyone more attractive. "Toge you could of just asked me out ya know?" he looks shocked and if you're honest so are you. This is not the way you wanted to go about confessing your feelings to him, especially since Toge used cursed speech on you. He blushes and still looks guilty, mortified about the whole situation.

"Um, please don't feel guilty. I liked it... actually you know you can do that whenever you want... without cursed speech or not." before you think to much you pull him into you and kiss him. Hopefully he'll ask you on a date, hopefully you can do that again.

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More Than A Skirt

Ship: starker Rating: Explicit Contains: smut, feminization, heavy degradation, lingerie destruction, pet name use, blowjobs, clothes ripping, praise, calling male parts female terms, Dom/sub undertones, Begging Initial prompt: @starkerfestivals Summer Bingo fill: Feminization Words: 2226 Summary: It's just a skirt, right?

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Thank you so much to @starkerkitty for editing this for me! I mega appreciate you for taking the time to help me out!!!

There's a skirt. 

A turquoise tartan miniskirt is on Peter Parker's side of his and Tony's shared bed.

In their bedroom. 

But it's not his. And he knows it sure as hell isn't Tony's... Without another look at the shocking piece of fabric, he drops his backpack on the floor and rushes back out of the room, the heavy black wood door shutting behind him. He knows Tony told him to prepare for an eventful night, but fuck this wasn't what he had expected.

"Tony?" Peter calls out, walking down the staircase into the too-white living room. "Tony? Where are you?" 

"Mr. Stark is in the lab, shall I let him know you're looking for him, Mr. Parker?" JARVIS replies, his disembodied voice echoing around the room. 

"Uh, no. No that won't be necessary. Thank you, JARVIS." Peter heads down into the lab, finding Tony with a million and one blueprints spread over every surface.

"Where the fuck is it?" He hears the man shout, throwing a book off the shelf. Peter catches it just before it hits his face, setting it on the hood of the sports car.

"Hi?"

The older man bangs his head on the metal shelf, cursing under his breath. "Hi, honey. Sorry for the mess, I lost the manual for the vintage Harley over there and I can't remember what kind of bolt it takes."

"It's over there in the top left drawer of your desk. You put it there when you didn't want to lose it last time." 

"And it's not there, did someone move it? Did I rearrange my desk?"

"I honestly don't know," Tony sighs, turning back into the cupboard, "Um, Tony..." Peter tries, attempting to reroute the conversation, "I found something in our room... I was wondering if you knew where it came from?" 

"The outfit on our bed? I got it for you," the man replies, head still deep inside the cupboard. 

"But Tony, it's--" 

"I know, I thought you might like something different. You mentioned liking things like that in our conversation the other day. Did you not mean skirts?"

"No, no I did. I just didn't expect you to have found one so quickly. What if I don't look good in it?" 

That comment is what finally causes Tony to turn to him. The man crosses to stand in front of him, "You'll look amazing baby, I just know it. You don't have to try it if you don't want to." 

"No! No, I do! I just.. er..." His voice cracks, betraying his nervousness. 

"Go try it on. If you hate it, you never have to wear it again. If you want, there is also a lacy bodysuit that goes with it hanging in the closet."

"A-a bodysuit?" 

"Yes, a body suit." Tony presses a gentle kiss to his forehead and the feeling of his beard calms Peter slightly. "Will you give it a try?"

Peter nods, swallowing. "I will, for you. Do you want to see it?"

"Of course, baby! If you are willing I would love it see you in it. I’m sure you'll look gorgeous! If it helps, I can lock down the house and keep everyone out and it'll just be you and me."

"O-okay. I'll go and uh, go and put it on for you." He steps into the elevator, falling against the white wall. His heart pounds in his chest, anxiety creeping into every last cell in his body. 

He can do this.

Back in their bedroom, Peter slowly removes his clothing from the day. He tosses the articles in the hamper, staring at the body suit hanging on the closet door. The turquoise lace stares back, daring him to try it on. He sighs, removing it from the hanger and stepping into it. He pulls the long lace turquoise sleeves up his arms, adjusting the drop centre so that the laces are tightened accordingly. He sighs, picking up the skirt and sliding it up over his legs. The colours match perfectly, and admittedly, it looks good. He runs his hands over his torso, ruffling his hair. 

"Alright, hopefully I don't let him down."

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"Did it fi-- holy fuck…" Tony turns around, eyes roving across Peter’s form, "Look at you." Peter blushes in the doorway to the lab, stacking one foot on top of the other shyly. 

"Is it okay?"

"Okay.... look at you, sweetheart..." Tony approaches him, placing his hands on Peter's hips, "You look so fucking good."

"Th-thank you."

"Now, about the other half of your request, are you still wanting to be called every single pretty name I can come up with?" Peter nods, face and chest flushing a gorgeous pink. "Alright, then... how about we go up to the bedroom, baby girl?"

"M-Mhm" He takes Tony's hand, stepping back into the elevator once again. 

"You don't need to be nervous princess, I'll be gentle with you." Tony runs his fingers over the younger's cheek, kissing him as he cups the boy's cock through the skirt. "Play with your little clit and get you all nice and wet for me? How does that sound?" Tony raises his eyebrow, connecting their lips again.

"P-please!" Peter gasps, his body already reacting to the concept of the older man's promises. 

The elevator dings, and immediately, the duo is rushing down the hall to their bedroom, "Let's do this." Tony purrs. "Onto the bed, pretty thing."

"Gladly." Peter lays back on the black silky sheets, watching patiently as Tony rolls up the sleeves to his band tee, and unbuttons his jeans. "Would you like me to strip?"

"No, I can get at everything I need to quite easily, Princess." He smiles as he runs his fingers up Peter's thighs toward his crotch. "This one should have snaps..." he runs his hand over the smooth panel covering Peter's cock and ass, "Or... I thought it did. Hm."

"Are you sure you don't want me to--" Before he can continue speaking, the sound of ripping fabric meets his ears, "Tony!!! This was new!"

"I'll buy you a new one, kitten. I'm too fucking into you to care at this moment." Tony runs his fingers over Peter's cock, revelling in the gasps slipping from Peter's mouth. "Look at you. Look how much you love me touching your pretty little clit. Can you tell me how much you love it, Peter?"

"I love it so much, Tony, please touch me more," he whimpers, head falling back into the mattress.

"Well, since you can't even say what you love me touching, I think I want to play with your pretty little tits," Tony growls, crawling onto the bed and running his fingers over the younger's nipples through the top. 

The feeling of the lace on his nipples should be overwhelming, but the rough texture burns in the best way, his back arches up against his will, which causes Tony to press more. 

"Fuck, princess, look at you..." he whispers, kissing Peter filthily, licking into his mouth and absorbing all of the desperate moans Peter's letting slip. He's so far gone already, and Tony's barely done a thing. 

"A-ah... Tony, please..." Peter begs, "T-Touch me, please..." 

"Not until you tell me what it's called. Until then why don't you show me how good those pretty lips look stretched around my cock?" Peter moans obscenely, and nods, sliding off the bed. "That's a good girl, so fucking compliant aren't you?" His knees hit the floor as Peter's hand rests on Tony's lower abdomen, and before he can reach into the older man's boxers, Tony lightly taps his hand. 

"Wha--?! You told me to--" 

"Ask." Tony smirks, hand coming to rest in Peter's hair.

"Please?" Peter replies, "Can I... Can I have your cock, Tony?"

"Of course, you can, baby. All you had to do was ask!" He smiles, allowing Peter's hand to sink inside of his boxers and pull it out. "Now, I want you to suck all nice and neat for me, Princess. Can you do that?"

"M-mhmmmmm..." Peter sinks down, slowly, taking the tip of Tony's cock in his mouth. 

"Oh, fuck..."Tony whispers, resisting the urge to fuck into Peter's mouth, "C'mon take it. Just like that, baby girl, take it. Take all of my cock in your pretty mouth. Look'so good like that." The younger does, dragging his tongue along the bottom of his shaft, sinking to the base. He lingers there, enjoying the sounds his husband makes above him. Following the vein along the bottom, he rises back to the tip, "Fuck, Peter, you've gotta stop baby." 

Peter whimpers, sending vibrations down Tony's cock, causing him to shudder and cant his hips. The younger reciprocates, desperately sucking harder. He pulls off with a pop, "What's wrong?"

"I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that, Princess. If you want me to fuck you I need you to stop. Back onto the bed." Tony holds his hand out, helping Peter to stand and regain his footing.

"Can I finger you, baby girl?" Tony asks, confidently. 

"Please!"

"What am I fingering, Peter, can you tell me what it's called?"

"M-my..." He blushes deeply, covering his face with his hands. 

"No, no... none of that..." Tony states, grinding down against Peter as he moves his hands away, "Tell me, Peter, what do you want me to finger?" Before he can answer, Tony has slicked up a finger and pushed it into Peter's waiting hole. 

"Fuck! M-my... fucking hell Tony please!" He gasps, voice cracking with the curses.

"What do you want me to fuck?" Tony asks pushing the finger against his prostate and running the fingers of his other hand over Peter's cock.

"Fuck! My pussy!" He shouts, soft moaning sobs wracking his figure, "Fuck please, Tony, fuck me!"

"As you wish, baby girl." He purrs, pushing in a second finger and shortly after, a third. "Look at you, already soaking wet for me... Such a desperate little slutty baby aren't you?"

"Y-yes! Please, Tony! Please please please!" Peter presses his hips back, trying to take more of Tony's fingers. "Give me your cock please!" The older scientist can't help but smile as he pulls his fingers out and slicks up his cock. 

"Is that what you want? Want me to ruin this pretty pussy for any other man who dares to touch you, Peter?" Peter nods, mutely, hands tangled in the back of Tony's shirt. 

He leans down, connecting their lips as a distraction. As soon as he pushes in, both of them moan. "More, please, Tony!" Peter whimpers, desperately. Tony pushes in more, bit by bit until he's fully sheathed. "You can move!"

And Tony does, he begins rhythmically thrusting into Peter, ripping little gasps and moans from his throat with each move, "So pretty, baby. Such a pretty princess, all dressed up for me and begging so nicely. I'm so glad you're all mine, sweetheart."

"Yours!" He whines, meeting the older's thrusts halfway. "Please touch my cock, Tony!" 

He raises an eyebrow, not pausing his thrusts, "I don't think that's what that's called, Peter."

"I don't care please just touch me!" Peter whimpers pathetically and reaches down to wrap his own hand around himself. Before he can, though, Tony takes him roughly in hand. 

"Is this what you wanted? Me to touch your sweet little clit? Want me to make you cum, Princess? Make you cum all nice and pretty for me? I bet I can make you beg for it too. Wanna test my theory?"

Peter nods, running his hands down Tony's back. The older bites gently on Peter's neck, a hand on his hip, and the other on Peter's cock. He rolls the boy's dick in his hand,  licking and sucking the growing marks on his neck.

"So fucking beautiful, Peter. You look so fucking good like this." 

It’s true, he looks quite debauched. His curly hair is stuck to his forehead with sweat, and the sleeves of his playsuit have fallen off. To Tony, the boy has never looked more beautiful than he does now. 

The trance he's under breaks when Peter begins begging, "I'm close Tony! Please make me cum! Please! I'll be good for you, please make me cum." Tears begin falling from Peter's eyes at that moment, broken moans and whimpers slipping from his lips. 

"Of course, sweetheart, you're begging so nicely for me. You can cum whenever you're ready baby girl." Tony continues thrusting, being sure to hit Peter's prostate dead-on. "I'm close, too." As soon as Tony's calloused thumb runs over Peter's slit, the boy is cumming across both of their tops and the skirt. He tightens around Tony, who quickly follows behind him. "Fuck baby, you're so tight... so good for me, so fucking good..." He presses gentle kisses to Peter's forehead, pulling out slowly. He takes his shirt off, using it to wipe off the mess from them both. 

Peter's breaths even out, going pliantly when Tony sits him up to remove the outfit and slip him into more comfortable clothes. "You did so good for me, Peter. Was that everything you'd hoped for?"

"It was fun, thank you, Tony," he whispers, curling up on the older's chest, "I think we need to buy more skirts in the future."

"Oh yeah?" He asks, carding his fingers through Peter's hair, "Sounds like a plan."

Thank you so much for reading! Comments, Reblogs, and Likes are MUCH appreciated!

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[bonnibuckets]

dull pt.2 | lo’ak

i decided to do a pt. 2

warnings: angst & fluff

pairings: lo'ak x metkayina (gender not specified!)

summary: lo'ak left but you found him and told him how you felt

wc: 1k+

part 1 (if you haven’t read yet)

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

You watched him leave and your heart shattered— you really thought you could help but you failed to get through to him. What hurts the most was that he truly believed the words that were said to him and that made your stomach drop. Tears were rolling down your face as you were at a loss for words— you didn't know what to do or say. Everything just was silent but so loud at the same time, too much but not nearly enough. You couldn't fully grasp your feelings— you felt betrayed and rejected by the person who you cared so deeply for.

Your breath hitched as you looked down at your feet in the sand and your tears fell making it form into tiny clusters. You wiped your tears and tighten your jaw and fists— you couldn't just let him slip from your hands. You cared too much for him to just give up on him.

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You searched everywhere in the village asking everyone if they'd seen lo'ak, but none did. It had started to get dark and your hope was diminishing, you sat down on a rock sighing. "Where are you lo'ak?" you said to yourself while closing your eyes to envision where he might be. Then an image of payakan— the young outcasted tulkun popped into your mind and you immediately jumped up and dived into the water to find them both.

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You poked your head out quietly and saw lo'ak and payakan. You immediately hid behind a rock and watched them— your gaze softened and you smiled to yourself watching lo'ak talk to the tulkun. Something was endearing about the way he was patient with payakan and likewise. Then you heard lo'ak tell payakan he had to go and they exchanged farewells and you immediately panicked trying to figure out where to go. "Hello?" you heard lo'ak call out— he definitely heard you. "Crap!" you whispered to yourself thinking if you could just hide in the water— but lo'ak could just look but if you left right now— "what are you doing?"

You had been lost and thought you didn't pay any attention to lo'ak as he made his way over to you. He was now standing above you on the rock you were hiding behind. "I- uh um," you said nervously while picking at your nails as you got out and stood in front of him. "What, are you going to tell everyone that the freak is hanging out with the outcast tulkun?" he said aggressively. You lightly flinched at his tone before taking a breath "no lo'ak, i just wanted to" you looked up into his eyes and your lips trembled.

"Apologize" you swallowed nervously "i'm sorry i didn't listen well enough to you," you said as you felt your throat get dry and tears started forming. Lo'ak scoffed and tried to walk away again but your heart couldn't handle that and you immediately grabbed him without thinking "no! please lo'ak! please listen" you pleased as tears rolled down your face. You looked into his eyes as your vision was blurry and you could barely make out his expression.

"What is there to talk about?" he said softly while looking away. You let get go of him and wiped your tears away before taking in a shaky breath and exhaling an even shakier breath. "I just need you to know that i- care so much lo'ak about you," you said grabbing his hand "i need you to know that i truly believe in you and everything that you are and i want you to see it too— i see past what's on the surface—"

"I see you," you said looking into his eyes while rubbing your thumb on his hand but this time he didn't rip it away. Your stomach was full of anxiety and worry— you needed him to understand that you cared. His face softened and he sighed and pulled you into a hug as he held the back of your head as you heard him holding back tears.

"Thank you" you heard his voice hitch and you buried your face into his chest as you cried "i'm sorry," he said as he cried softly. "I'm sorry i pushed you away, pushed away the one who cared about me the most and i feel awful and i'm so sorry please forgive me" lo'ak said holding onto you for dear life. You clung to him before pulling away and cupping his face "i forgive you" you smiled and laughed softly as lo'ak held your hand.

He rested his forehead onto yours as y'all looked into each other eyes— admiring one another. Lo'ak then cupped your face with both hands "i see you too" he smiled before leaning in and kissing you softly.

Your heart swelled and almost burst out of your chest and you immediately pulled him in to deepen the kiss. You pulled away and both of y'all laughed as tears of happiness rolled down y'all's faces as you held one another in each other's arms. "Thank you" lo'ak smiled tucking hair behind your ear as the moonlight reflected off the both of y'all. Then your eyes widened as you remembered the time "lo'ak! we have to get back it's late!" you said panicked.

Lo'ak also panicked as y'all ran back to the village as fast as y'all could hand in hand laughing like two idiots in-love— which you both were, but at least you both said it and believed it with y'all's whole hearts'.

a/n: I'm so sorry I haven't been writing/uploading as frequently— I was so busy with school and extracurricular shit but I hope y'all liked this update. I also have a few more works on the way but don't forget to leave requests, comments, notes, or ask anything <33

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[madewithspice]

AOT As Fanfic Tropes

✧ Friends to lovers: the both of you were two peas in a pod, absolutely inseparable. To see one without the other was an oddity for everyone including yourselves. From playing out in the fields until sunset to walking each other home after school, you slowly start noticing how fast your heart begins to beat faster when they smile or the way their touch lights up sparks along your skin or how eager your eyes are to get lost in theirs. Gradually the innocently made friendship pact turns into vows of “til death do us part” much to the delight of your parents.

mikasa ackerman, reiner braun, marco bodt.

✧ Enemies to lovers: from the moment your eyes landed on him, you knew you couldn’t stand him. The way he stood, the slight tilt of his head, the obnoxious laugh, ugh you despised it all and the very second you failed to fall at his feet was the moment he couldn’t stand you. He would purposely try to get under your skin, to itch at your flesh and bones until his name was etched into your soul. So you began to fight fire with fire and burn his idolised reputation to the ground. The two of you fought battle after battle until one day you were face to face and the tension was so thick that it held you by the neck and forced you to look into his eyes, spiralling down to his soul. And that was the moment you knew you had lost yet both did gain something so pure out of the hatred once held.

jean kirstein, niccolo, levi ackerman.

✧ Hurt/comfort: when everything weighed down on you and you felt you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore, they shouldered your burden alongside you so when the world crumbled under them you returned the favour. From that day onwards your fates were intertwined almost as if you were born to fix each other up. You both became each other’s lifeline and soon enough just an utterance of “you’re okay I got you” was enough to wash all the pain away. Even knowing that they would come to help you almost made the pain seem worth it. The concern plastered across their faces was so heart touching so how could you not call their name when in need of tender love.

eren yeager, sasha braus, moblit.

✧ Mafia AU: the world you knew had toughened you enough so that nothing could break you. No threat or attack could affect you the way they did as you watched from the tinted windows of your luxury car. They caught your eye within the first few meetings with the feeling being mutual but there was no Romeo and Juliet without a bit of drama. The untouchable heir of a mafia gang and a lowly bodyguard, the thought would spur humiliation and laughter throughout the underworld. But when you’re betrayed by a close ally and there is no one left to trust, what else is there but to take their helping hand and give back the hurt tenfolds.

porco galliard, yelena, ymir,

✧ Omegaverse: okay so I don’t actually know what this is about properly but I do know it’s wolves and four legged shit so yea this is a jokey one but let’s face it people are weird and would read this with zeke x pieck or hange x pieck or whatever else their minds conjure up. So I can’t really write anything here. Idk maybe they howled at the moon and you fell in love ?? Lol tbh I just wanted to put zeke with some weird shit just because. If anyone wants to write a little prompt for this in the comments, feel free.

zeke yeager, pieck, hange zoe.

-Kiki.

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[cyphyree]

fugo and abbacchio?

I fricken love one of the fandom decisions to make Fugo bully Abbacchio when he first joined LMAO. They are both methodical "seniors" of the group and second-in-command to Bucciarati it seems, it would make sense that in the early days perhaps there was some sense of competition. It's also just funny that Abbacchio, a downtrodden and jaded former-law enforcer, joins the mafia to find that his colleague is.... a very angry teen. (Even funnier that Abbacchio just hit 20-ish)

Would've loved to see them on their first task together, maybe Bucciarati had to hang back or make a distraction, and these two had to buddy up for A Very Important Mission.

I mean they could be mature about it and cooperate from the get-go. But let's be real, they're gonna cause a sh*tshow and THEN have to buddy up to get out of it.

And Bucciarati find them afterwards going like, well how'd it go? :))

and they somehow telepathically mind-sync to NEVER tell him how badly it went lmao, the facade of maturity must survive

(too bad for them tho, Bruno is Bruno and knows they're all wacky)

More serious and Fugo-centric thoughts below

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I don't think we get to see them interact very often at all unfortunately, even in the Mirror arc. (In the anime at least, I've yet to catch up in the manga)

Something i notice right away tho is how Abbacchio distances himself from Fugo? Like Giorno made the observation that he was more concerned about Purple Haze than Fugo's whereabouts (or wellbeing) it seems, and then there's the whole "it pains me but we don't have any choice but to ditch him."

I'm sure Abbacchio cared for Fugo's safety and it's easy to get spooked by his essentially insta-kill stand, but it does make me think about Fugo's relationships with other people. The whole "dropping him when he's a liability or lost cause or danger" was the thing Fugo experienced when he was abandoned by his family. People being wary of him, distancing themselves from him. Purple Haze being a manifestation of "it is dangerous to be close to me, you will leave."

Before he joined Bucciarati, he talked about how he didn't need pity and that he was content on being on his own... until Bucciarati extended his hand and offered to embrace him all.

Fugo found family and comfort in Bucciarati's team, and they deeply cared about him for reals. Granted, we didn't get to see everyone else's reaction to Purple Haze (sad), but the way Bucciarati embraced Fugo as his first teammate, and how Narancia spoke about meeting Fugo again after their adventure.... these were the people who actively became closer to him, taking him in with open arms for who he was, including his worst. His and Abbacchio's interaction in Pompeii feels like a remnant of the abandonment Fugo suffered, and a hint of what's to come.

The one time that stands out to me of Abbacchio and Fugo being in sync is At The Docks. They both speak of the consequences of betraying the boss, how foolish it was. Fugo couldn't stop Bucciarati but he stood his ground and thought the rest of his family would stay with him. For once, going with Fugo would mean not danger, but safety.

But Abbacchio left... again. Without another word to Fugo. Even when they were both in agreement.

So did Mista. So did Narancia.

Fugo was abandoned by his blood relatives when he became a liability to their reputation. Was basically abandoned by Abbacchio because he was a lost cause in the Mirror World.

And now abandoned again and for what? Some hypothetical higher ground? A girl they just met? How could they just leave him when he was on the side of SAFETY, when he only wished for safety?

Abbacchio distances himself from Purple Haze in Pompeii because it was dangerous to go near. And now he and the others left Fugo to strive towards danger.

He was so sure most of his family would stay with him. But no matter what, whether it was safe or dangerous to be with him, they leave.

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[aita-blorbos]

AITA for trying to get revenge on my ex?

I (young adult, male) used to date this really cute girl (around my age, we'll call her S) a few years back. I was head over heels for her, and wanted nothing more than to be her mate for life, but one day she came up to me and told me she had to stop seeing me. She'd met another man (a little bit older than me, we'll call him B), and decided she was better off with him. I was devastated. I begged S to let me back into her life, but she said it was a strong no, and if I didn't back off there'd be consequences. I became incredibly depressed as a result of this. I started hanging out with others who weren't the best. I basically felt like I'd lost all direction in my life, I didn't know what to do. I befriended another guy (H) who had some sort of vendetta against her father. We bonded over our hatred of their family. However, one day he attempted to assassinate S's father, and B walked in on the scene. B killed him, and I've kind of tried to forget H existed since that.

B and S started a family together a while back. They have three kids. I hate them. I can't help but hate them. I've never forgiven S for betraying me like that, when I knew there was no other girl in the world as special as she is. I know it's wrong, but part of me believes she deserves to suffer for all she did to me.

A fire broke out in the forest a few days back, and while everyone was evacuating, I spotted S alone with her three kids, trapped in some of the flames. B was nowhere around, presumably already avacuated. There was a tree fallen over that could lead them out of the fire, but something took over me and I climbed onto it, blocking their paths. I stared S down with nothing but hatred and rage in my eyes. I wanted to watch her kids burn, so she could feel the pain she made me feel for all these years. I started arguing with her while her kids watched, when she said something that shocked me. S ended up admitting that they weren't her children at all anyway. I was confused. Did they come from another family, adopted? Were they B's but with a past mate of his or something?? She didn't give any more answers than that. Nonetheless, this was enough to pull me out of it, since there'd be no use in burning her children any more. I backed off the log, and S and her three 'kids' walked off to the other side, then ran off and continued evacuating.

I've thought about alot of things since that happened. As I'm writing this, I'm sitting down by the riverside not too far from where B killed H. I feel so...cold inside. Does this make me a murderer, like H? I tried to kill them, I know, but S made me suffer so much. She made me feel so much pain, every day, the rejection was unbearable. My own friends and family stopped talking to me after she left, I was totally isolated. I know what I did was wrong, but I just...loved too much. I loved S so much that I had to do something with all the pain and desire building up inside of me, and finally, I broke.

To be honest, I'm a little afraid of her children telling the leader about what I've done. I tried to talk them out of it earlier, but it didn't prove much use. The secrets I know could really ruin their lives....should I use that to my own avantage? Should I expose them in front of everyone, before they can do it to me? I should probably make up my mind quick, because I think I can hear someone coming close by, probably to bring me back to camp with the others. I just wanted to ask you all...

Am I The Asshole?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

[baylardo]

my jj carey cinematic universe kinda chronological idea posting its still super rough GO

elephant wrote in the Carey chapter of lesson plans that peppa and jj were pen pals :3 i think they have an age gap of like 9 years lmao -looks away- (((((chakotay and janeway have the same gap leave me alone lmao)))))) but theyd be like 5 and 14 i think? i figured thatd be how they communicate through their earlier life,,,

maybe peppa would accompany her mother during the Widow’s Walk lil short story about kathryn meeting Joe’s wife and their two sons to bestow the medal of honor or whatever and gives JJ his father’s model of voyager :)

i figure theyd remain distant for a while after that for a variety of reasons like hes grieving his father, probably enters the academy as a promising cadet, idk when hed drop out/leave tbh but it comes as a shock to everyone. anyway also peppa’s mom dies and they go space for several years. i figure theyre both busy being in school/living life to interact much. i thought like maaaaaybeeeee he and patrick (or just jj) would reach out to the triplets when their mother died but i dont think philippa especially would receive it well. shes bad with her feelings and her papa left or was in the process of leaving also lol WHOOPS

might be some time inbetween when they connect but its always brief and very platonic just friends catching up in vibe. put a pin in that one lolllll,,,,,, otherwise:

i was thiiiiinking theyd reconvene at a voyager 20 year reunion? (the 10 year i think lands when theyre out in space!) so shed be around 25 and hed be 34? 🤔 when theyre both adults by that point i think, reconnect out by a fountain. theyd get to talk about what all has happened in their lives, its a little bit of an escape for philippa from the party, shes surprised hes even here considering. very likely his mother and brother didnt come. maybe hed ask about her scar, OR NOT, maybe she brings it up hehe,,,,,, is vulnerable about how insecure she feels about her appearance and hed say something sweet back. :) maybe be a little cheeky about how he loves seeing her patterns more visibly in that revealing of a dress shes wearing!!! 🙈 in a polite way. shed maybe finally have the time to ask why he dropped out of starfleet, shed talk about her own career (idk if 25 is still academy age…) stuff like that!!! but i figure they pick up pen paling each other again after this!!!! bc shes on starships now and hes either home or visiting planets for work.

figure they hang out sometimes while she has time inbetween missions. hes a bit of a geek/nerd combo, she complains about her family a lot with him, she asks him about his projects, stuff she doesnt understand but he lights up about it in a way she maybe envies she wishes she had his passion about something. she visits his house in ireland a lot and has a foundation of fondness toward the country ingrained in her from her mother. ummmm maybe she has an apartment in san Francisco, but she stays over there sometimes to get away from her work. potentially hes the one she confides in about what shes seen and done. 🤷

next thing that happens thats kinda Altering the norm for them is that philippa’s captain betrays starfleet and shes ordered into extended medical leave after being forcefully augmented by her captain. i gotta mention like, philippa and captain sh'eraz have been working together for a bit, their last mission as a captain and XO was to retrieve this lost/dead warship aka the Vesuvius that was stolen by augments early on into starfleet's history and subsequently altered/enhanced. it's kinda a lost relic of a ship, but its augmentations have been a quiet looming threat that starfleet has wanted to obtain and CONTAIN.

but captain sh'eraz augments philippa before escaping capture. (shes either like, with some augments or romulans or something idk yet lol) ANYWAY philippa cant go to Jace during this time bc her augmented and in general thoughts are exceptionally difficult to be around as a telepath, her family isnt an option for her (stubborn?? theyre overwhelmjng to her and shes like, augmented and lashes out and keeps crying all the time, she doesnt want anyone to see her in this state tbh) i think shed end up going to JJ’s for a bit and he offers to take her off world to the planet he’s doing engineering work on. its swampy kinda similar to the planet she was born on. it takes her some time to come to terms with her circumstances, she may never get better, she may be stuck like this and never be allowed back into starfleet, and i think jj would help her with maybe seeing a bigger picture of helping people or something idk. her augmented brain for a while kinda has a knack for equations and blue printing and problem solving so they work on engineering jobs together that shed never have been able to have helped on prior to the augmentation. i figure she gradually learns to relax and let her body heal, eventuslly she starts regressing both mentally and physically back into her old state. like to think she picks up swimming as a hobby, something she never indulged all too frequently before, but shes getting more in touch with her amphibious tendencies while here. eventually they finish their work on the planet and go back, and philippa continues her recovery on earth.

for a time she’s still not 100% back to recovery but shes calmed down and she sees her family and can manage seeing jace now without being mentally A LOT for her betazoid friend. i figure around this time, kathryn is sticking her nose in the revival project for the Vesuvius (or maybe overseeing it?) which is the ancient starship philippa retrieved. thought that she might discreetly recruit JJ to work on the project, not disclosing anything to philippa though. reasoning behind why he gets involved being his experience working with older dated systems and starships, theyre trying to figure out how to deal with the augmentations built into the old ship.

EVENTUALLY, revival project finishes, peppa's probably tried to squeeze information out of her mother and friend for a while but it hasnt worked. Philippa returns to starfleet after her extended medical leave and gets promoted to captain and given the Vesuvius as a new experimental ship, the Legacy.

JJ is given a field commission for a bit, im thinking lieutenant? 🤔 aboard the Legacy to make sure the transition is seamless and nothing breaks, so him and philippa get some time to actually work together in starfleet. :) their overarching goal is to find and aprehend captain sh’eraz but as is the case with most starfleet things, they get caught up in side quests along the way lol. one thing of note for me during this time is like, the Legacy is full of surprises, things missed in its inspection and revival process. philippa had a weeeird intuitive knack for dealing with the augmented stuff on the ship, likely a phantom limb type vibe from her augmentation. she tries to play it down how instinctively she knows how things should work, likely confides in JJ that its something shes dealing with and playing down. as the chief engineer(?) he can kinda go with it, but theyre very “need to know” with each other about the augment stuff. i can imagine a lot of their adventures involve the Legacy doing something augmented and weird and unpredictable and them trying to figure out what its trying to do or tell them.

i dont know if hed still be around by the time philippa is confronting/pursuing her ex-captain, maybe they get the hang of the Legacy eventually and he goes home, new chief engineer comes on in his stead. i kinda want ummmm philippa alone and a little wet cat a and a little obsessed with her mission without much support surrounding her. :3c i also just think theyd pick up writing to each other again and shed miss having him around, so it gives room for THAT. but moidrah sh’eraz gets either captured or killed (idk whats more poignant yet lol) and i think its be traumatic and shes return home to earth and MAYBE see jj and be defeated and cry about it lalala its vague in my head rn.

lifes goes on, hes still doing civil engineer things, shes still captaining the Legacy,,,,, ummmmmm they maybe sleep together one time and MAYBE she gets pregnant…… im still so iffy on that one lmao go read this post for this mess of an idea involving how philipp maybe gets TWO kids 🙈

figurrreeeee not long after THAT ^^^^^ she passes on the Legacy to a new captain and is given command of a galaxy class ship (maybe the Elysium??????) which she never thought shed see herself captaining lmao. idk if those classes are still around for families,,,,,, but i figure shed do something way less dangerous and slower while shes ummmmm maybe pregnant and raising a weird moth alien baby. with jj maybe hahaha. theyre figuring it out THIS AREAS STILL ROUGH FOR ME GET BACK TO ME ON IT LOLOLOL. whether or not hes field commissioned again idk!!! maybe hes training engineers 🤷

but thats all i got so far hahaha :)

#i change my ideas or scrap them completely all the time disclaimer #enjoy the word vomit lmao #threshold au

[angelasscribbles]

Royal Retribution Chapter 8: Subversion

Series: Royal Retribution

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Liam x Riley x Drake

Rating: MA

Warnings: mature themes, language

Word Count: 1,654

A/N: I've been trying to catch up on some of the series that have been left hanging. My only series written in first person from Liam's POV.

My other stuff: Master List.

“If you’re going to fire me, boy, go ahead and do it!”

“Oh, I’m not firing you, Bas.”

If I fired him, I couldn’t court-martial him.

“That’s what I thought.” He smirked as he turned to go.

Drake moved to block his exit.

“What the hell, Drake? Move!”

“I don’t think so.” Drake’s voice betrayed no emotion as he stood between his former mentor and the door.

Oh, this part was going to be fun.

“I didn’t say you were free to go.” I leaned back in my chair and watched with satisfaction as he turned back toward me in confusion.

“I don’t understand….if I’m not fired, then why can’t I leave?”

I paused for a few seconds to give my next words plenty of weight, “You’re not being fired, Bas, you’re being detained.”

“Detained?” He spluttered, “For what?”

“Disobeying a direct order of the crown for starters,” I told him, “I believe I gave you a direct order not to alert my father to the fact that Riley wasn’t on that plane.”

Bastien shook his head, “You have no proof that I did! Any of the other guards could have told him!”

“So you admit you’ve lost control of your command?”

“What? No!”

“You just confessed that any of your men could have been responsible for an egregious security leak.”

“No, that’s not what I meant! You’re twisting my words!”

“At the very least, it’s gross incompetence. I trusted you to vet your men better than that. In light of your admission, I have no choice but to put every man under your command on suspension pending a formal review.”

“That’s ludicrous! You can’t just suspend the entire King’s Guard! Who will guard you?”

“The same men that have been guarding me! Effective immediately Alexandros Eliades is promoted to head of the King’s Guard and Drake Walker is promoted to head of the Royal Guard. You are relieved of your command pending a court martial. Drake will escort you to a cell.”

Drake grabbed the older man by his arm and pulled him toward the door.

On the way out he managed to slam Bas’s head into the doorframe.

“Ow! Fuck! What the hell was that for?” Bastien grimaced as he rubbed his forehead.

Drake leaned in toward him with a smirk as he said, “For calling your king boy. Now let’s go!”

While Drake was gone, I called the men I trusted implicitly to my office.

By the time he returned I had Alexandros aka Alec, Jason Toussaint, Lorenzo Romano, Damon Christopoulos, and Luke Zika in my office.

“Now that Captain Walker is back, I can tell you why I’ve called you all here today,” I said, “I’ll get right to the point. You’re in this room because I trust you, and I need men I can trust right now.”

I paused as I looked at each face to gauge their reactions. It was crucial that they understood what was at stake.

I continued, “As you know, I was crowned king last night. That means that the chain of command ends with me now. My father no longer holds a position of authority in Cordonia. It is imperative that his network be dismantled and replaced with one I can trust.”

“Sir,” Alec looked more serious than I had ever seen him, “Are you saying that there are members of the guard we can’t trust?”

“Unfortunately, that may be the case.” I replied, “Colonel Bastien Lykel has been suspended from duty and detained in the cells.”

I waited a moment for everyone to absorb that.

Alec asked the question, “But then who-“

“You.” I interrupted him, “As of this moment you’re the head of the new King’s Guard, which you will have to assemble. Captain Walker is the new head of the Royal Guard, it’s time for Captain Blake to retire anyway. Damon, you’ll head up the new Queen’s Guard, which you will also have to assemble.”

“What about the current members of the King’s and Queen’s guard?” Damon asked.

“They can all reapply. They will need to be thoroughly vetted. We can’t be sure it was done correctly the first time. Lie detector tests, background checks, that’s where you come in Jason, do deep dives on all of them. Financials too, I want to know if anyone is on the take.”

“Yes, sir,” Jason responded.

“Lorenzo, you’ll be heading up the special task force to investigate allegations that there are members of the guard leaking classified information and actively subverting the crown.”

“Those are very serious allegations,” Lorenzo said, “That’s treason. May I ask who made those allegations?”

Ah, yes, the coup de grace to root out any men harboring notions of loyalty to Bastien, “Bastien Lykel has made the allegations in his confession to try and save himself. Schedule interviews with every man and woman that was under his command immediately and make sure they know where the allegations came from.”

“Yes, sir,” he replied, “That’s brilliant, sir.”

“I know.” My plan was to let them think their commander threw them under the bus and watch how quickly they turned on each other, “You’re the new head of the CID.”

The CID, or criminal investigation department was basically internal affairs for the guard.

“Luke, you’re promoted to head of covert security.”

“Sir?” He looked startled, “We don’t have a covert security division.”

“We do now, and you’re the head of it.” I said, “I want an intelligence network to rival the CIA and Mossad. I need to infiltrate and dismantle my father’s network. Get on it. You have a blank check!”

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

“Jason, you’ve been exemplary in your position as head of cyber security, now I want you to take over as head of the entire cyber division. In addition to the defensive nature of cyber security, I want you to work hand in hand with Luke on the cyber portion of the new spy network.”

Jason inclined his head in agreement.

I drew in a deep breath then addressed the group as a whole, “I know it’s asking a lot, rebuilding from the ground up and with no notice, but I think you’re all up to the task. If I didn’t, you wouldn’t be here. The six of you are now my chiefs of defense. That will come with promotions in rank, higher security clearances, and increased salaries. It will also come with increased responsibilities, more stress, and longer hours. If any of you can’t handle that or don’t want to, tell me now.”

Everyone agreed they were up for the task, as I had known they would.

I had been paying attention for years, and I’d had Drake’s insider insights about the culture and structure of the Cordonian Guard.

“Drake, Alec, Damon, you’ll be restructuring all three divisions of the Cordonian Guard, King’s Guard, Queen’s Guard, and Royal Guard. Start with the men you already know and trust. I trust your judgment, but we have to verify. So get me a shortlist by the end of today of men you want in key positions in your command, and we’ll start with them. Extensive background checks, including financials, lie detectors, interviews, references, the whole nine yards.”

We needed to hit the ground running.

“You too, Luke, I’ll need a short list from you of enlisted men with qualifications and dispositions that make them likely candidates to work undercover. Start recruiting maids, butlers, drivers, etc. as confidential informants.”

“The four of you will coordinate with Jason and Lorenzo to get the interviews scheduled and background checks done.”

The new structure would have Drake as head of the Royal Guard, Alec as head of the King’s Guard, Damon as head of the Queen’s Guard, Jason as head of the Cyber Ops, Luke as head of the Covert Forces and Lorenzo as head of the Criminal Investigation Department.

Marco and Bruno would stay with Riley on an off-the-books, undisclosed special assignment.

“I need at least a skeleton crew of trusted people in new positions by the end of the week before we announce the changes.”

I wanted the element of surprise.

I wanted my enemies scattered, confused, and taken unaware.

But first I needed to know who they were.

After the rest of the men had left I put in a call to Rashad, secure in the knowledge Drake had swept the room for bugs prior to questioning Bastien.

“I moved some things around early this morning,” he told me, “You said discretion was of utmost importance, so instead of taking out large sums of money from your accounts, I took it out of several of mine and will replace it from yours slowly over the course of several weeks.”

“Oh, wow, that’s brilliant!”

“I know. It’s why you pay me the big bucks.” He chuckled.

My next call was to Leo.

“Yes, it’s done, all of it. I’ve hired the best P.I. I could find and I’ve got my plane ticket.”

“When does your flight leave?”

“In an hour, I’m at the airport now. I’ll be in Paris by morning, Rivala by lunch.”

I glanced up at Drake.

He nodded, “Tell him I’ll meet him at a place called The Clam and the Pearl. It’s a bar, not upscale enough for him to be recognized by his peers, not sketchy enough for him to be mugged for his Rolex.”

“You’ll take backup with you?” I asked nervously. I couldn’t risk anything happening to him and I couldn’t go with him for obvious reasons.

My father was on the warpath. I had to put in an appearance, and act like I had fallen into line. I needed to make sure Hana was okay, check in with Riley and Liv, and generally keep all the balls in the air until it was time to deploy the plans we had painstakingly spent the day making.

My father’s reign of terror was about to end. He was going to pay for everything.

#royal retribution #angelasscribbles #trr poly #trr au #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week #drake walker #liam rys #drake x riley x liam

[yiangchen]

i know everyone hates on t100 s7 (for good reason), but the set up for bellarke endgame was literally right there!!! 

clarke thinking bellamy was dead and then finding out he was alive again???? bellamy (seemingly) betraying clarke??? clarke saying that she thought her best friend was dead and that now she doesn’t even recognize him???? bellamy saying he’s still the same person that brought her back from the dead and refused to give up on her and that now he’s trying to save HER and then corrects himself and says ALL OF YOU???? LITERALLY A DIRECT PARALLEL TO HAKELDAMA??? to ‘you left me’ and ‘you left all of us’ ??? the set up was literally right there. and considering the script was changed at the last second, this was all supposed to be leading to them ending up together. 

hear me out okay. 

imagine if bellamy was only pretending to believe in this bs because they were constantly being watching and he couldn’t tell clarke his real plan??? imagine the parallels to bellamy being an inside man in mount weather to him being an inside man once again to save everyone especially clarke and find a way back to earth where they can all live happily ever after???? imagine bellamy and clarke finally being somewhere no one is listening and he can finally tell her and at first she doesn’t want to believe him, but it’s BELLAMY so of course in the end she trusts him. because she’s always trusted and believed in him. 

and this is when it finally happens. 

maybe it’s bellamy that finally says it. how much he loves her. that it’s always been her. and he’s an idiot for not saying it sooner, but he was scared. he never thought it was the right time. never thought she could ever love him back in the same way. and maybe clarke laughs and asks him why the hell does he think she radioed him every day for six years. she says she loves him too. that it’s always been him. that she should have said it before too but she was just as scared. there’s a moment where they just look at one another, taking it all in, and that’s when they kiss for the first time. (and i would have lost my fucking mind.) 

during the last few episodes, they’d work together to make it back to earth. maybe they’d have to be separated once again, one last time, before they make their way back to one another. they tell madi and she’s ecstatic, asking them when the wedding is, in a joking way but also half serious because she’s always wanted them to be together, ever since clarke started telling her stories about bellamy being her hero all those years ago. clarke immediately glares at madi and bellamy just laughs. 

the last moments of the show are a montage of them building a cute little village by the sea and hanging out around the bonfire with all of their friends and then clarke and bellamy sitting in the sand at the beach, watching the sun set and reminiscing about the drop ship days and teasing one another about when their feelings for each other started. they lapse into a comfortable silence and then clarke says she has something to tell him. 

she’s pregnant. 

and before bellamy can even process that, she goes on, saying that she thought of a name already. august. 

(because augustus had a sister, octavia.) 

and everything comes full circle. bellamy smiles, in disbelief and pure happiness all at once and clarke smiles just as wide and they press their foreheads together. 

END CREDITS.

#S7 SET UP BELLARKE ENDGAME SO WELL #IM TELLING YOU #(but also ignore me rn im drunk) #bellarke

[rockheadcd]

@electrivolt​​ said: He messed up. Fucking up over and over was really all he was good for, wasn't it? His actions so far had been prove of that, his inaction had shown all he was capable of. It's the same every day now, events replaying in his mind, weighing him down, over and over, the reminder of what he's contributed to, knowingly or not. And it kills him just a little more each day— going through the motions without even thinking, hours blurring into minutes and into days all at once, not sure of what day it even is anymore, of what he has done that day or what was even supposed to be happening anymore. The gym isn't opening anymore, and yet somehow the power plant is still running, like that is all he is capable of now, all keeping him from crashing entirely. He doesn't even realize how trapped he is in this downward spiral of self destruction and self isolation, as exhausted as he is angry at himself, just a little more each day, a little more with every little reminder of what burden he carries on his shoulders, the weight of his actions. ( it's not enough. ) His father was right all along about him, wasn't he? All he can do is hurt, hurt others and himself, ruin perfectly good things with his own hands and make it worse if he thought he could fix it. He's never been good for anything else. There hasn't been a single good thing coming out of his mere existence, and all of this had been proof of it. Every perfect good thing that has existed around him has only been tainted by those hands of his. The way his whole world had been shattered so easily, so quickly as if it truly never mattered— the way he lost everything he could've believed in, in that blind chase of his, in those carefully crafted lies he's been fed for years... it was all karma, wasn't it? It was deserved. ( he's tired. ) Useless. He's just so useless. No matter how hard he tries, someone will always be hurt whenever he's involved. They wouldn't have been hurt that badly if he had put an end to things sooner— he wouldn't have had to go to such lengths, back then, at the peak of that mount, if he had said anything sooner. ( he had brought roark here before on occasion, hadn't he? one of those secret spots of sunyshore only he knew about, so close to zapdos' lair... he wishes he could apologize for this to it, to everyone, in person like they deserved rather than the coward's way out, he really does... but... ) And now that he stands there, all he can think of is how he should've done this long ago. Should've rid everyone of this burden sooner, really. ( he owes him at least a message, at least one more text. 'sorry. luxray and rotom know where the key is. you know how to take care of them.' ) He picked a stormy day, and the irony isn't lost on him. The waves below are strong, the sea itself rages, the clouds hang heavy in the air. It's going to be raining at any minute now. There is thunder far away, an idle reminder of the bird he betrayed too, and it stings just a little more, just a little too sharp against the overwhelming noise in his head that was drowning him much sooner than the sea would. It's not the only one he's betrayed. Not the only one he is fixing things for, for once. His team could be cared for, he knew there were people that cared about them enough for it. The power plant, they could figure out someone to take over it. The gym... he wouldn't be missed. It would've been for the best. / galactic!volk verse getting kinda Real:tm:. | accepting.

Spear Pillar would be a sore sight as long as he lived, for so, so many reasons. It was a miracle any of them even left the peak of the mountain in one piece—physically, anyway. Things were normal on a city-by-city basis, most of the general public unaware of the events that occurred, only the strange disappearance of their beloved gym leaders. However, among the group, the reality lay heavy within their minds, Roark included. He learned many things he feasibly couldn’t have prepared himself for—that is, namely the fact Volkner had kept him in the dark about his position in Team Galactic.

It was for his own protection.. everyone’s really, but as much as he assured Volkner that he had nothing to do with the real end goal, that didn’t take away that there was still a shadow of doubt and even deeper, a shadow of hurt. Roark could still smile through it, as he always managed, and because he wanted to—he had to. Volkner’s life fell apart not once, but twice now, fooled by being appreciated for the things he could do, rather than be scorned by them. He couldn’t at all relate to that, but.. he knew it was crushing him.

And that was why Roark stuck close when he could, and he tried, but it wasn’t enough. He hadn’t heard from his companion in days now, and he’d taken it upon himself to visit unannounced.

Perhaps that’s what hurt the most—that despite everything, he couldn’t stop the inner machinations of Volkner’s guilt from wreaking havoc on him, and on the things he was still responsible for. Everything Roark did to keep him safe, everyone safe.. he doesn’t regret the choice he made, even if the last thing he remembers is collapsing in what felt like flames.

Yet.. in the flames did he eventually rise again, even in the wake of a numbing void that must have been pushed far over the brink, where a perfect sync sucked up all of the shared emotion between him and Tybalt—a Tyranitar was known for its rage, and by Arceus did he burden such visceral anger he’s never felt before, boiling alive the entire time. That didn’t even touch upon the pain that scored down his spine as evolution tore apart the carapace on the reptile’s back, forever burned into his skin, a knife cascading between his shoulder blades. He may have been mostly out of his funk now, having been so devoid of everything except life needs, but he knows he’s not entirely one hundred percent.

And yet.

He’s rushing.

He’s rushing in a panic he’s never felt before, where nothing can buffer again the way such a message terrifies him to his core ( no, no no no, no, no— ), only shortly landing in Sunyshore with Bagel as his steed. “The cliffsides,” he says aloud, and the Salamence takes flight with a heavy gust, disheveling Roark’s hair and clothing, yet there’s a second wind that carries her wings. If he can outfly the nausea that twists his stomach into knots, then he’ll find Volkner in record time. She must have understood the way his voice held no fondness and only what he could describe as naked desperation.

( please )

( please )

The clouds overhead are deep grays, threatening to precipitate. Farther beyond the coast, he can see the downpour that serves as foreshadowing for what exists above him now. The arcs of lightning would eventually cascade their way within city limits, with the crash of thunder coming closer and closer ( or maybe it was simply his heart stuttering in the sudden panic ). But the dragon shows her prowess for her trainer, and there’s no obstacle for himself when she takes it upon herself to quite literally crash land in the nearest, smallest clearing of trees and shrubbery natural to the harrowing cliffs that bordered the coastline where Sunyshore sat. This place he remembers well, for it is within the city on all levels technical, but seemed impossible to reach. For Volkner, it certainly wasn’t, considering this was his home, his stomping ground.

Roark refuses to let this safe haven occupy itself with a ghost.

( please…! )

He doesn’t even give himself time to process the recoil of gravity, letting go of Bagel’s neck and practically throwing himself between the shrubs. He doesn’t feel the needles scratching his legs and he certainly doesn’t feel the soreness in his knees, complete tunnel vision engaged the moment he spots that familiar tuft of blond hair.

Too close to the edge. Too close to a permanent mistake.

“—Volkner!”

He doesn’t even know if he heard him, and maybe Roark would prefer that he didn’t with how much of a cry it sounded, completely unprepared and absolutely scared. Somehow he crosses the distance and takes the harshest grip he’s ever laid on him, yanking him back with as much unbridled, panicked strength as he can by the wrist ( it’s pale and brittle, he knows he’s chosen not to take care of himself ) just to get him away, far away from where he wouldn’t be able to reach. No matter what he’d done, Roark would never believe this was the answer, and he does everything in his power to pull him back, to snare him in a bear trap of a grip, and squeezing him as close as he can ( you idiot, you freaking idiot— ).

And like clockwork, the mist pecks at everything around them, and Roark can only hear the thudding in his ears and the waves that crash below, wild at the surge of the oncoming storm. It’s fitting, in that way, he can’t help but think, between the grip of adrenaline leaving his breath in tatters. It doesn’t stop the way his fingers crook into Volkner’s sides, as if they were too late to reach him after all.

“J-Just…what the hell—do you think you were.. about t-to do?!” comes a muffled whine, and Roark realizes very quickly that he himself is still panicking, for his inhales were erratic and wheezing despite the fact he was not moving anymore, “I’m sorry—I should have—I should have come by sooner..! God damnit..!”

#electrivolt #🌙 ━ / asks. #🗻 ━ 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁! / roark ic. #ask to tag / #i. really dunno what else to tag this as in terms on content but- HEE HOO. #tw attempted suicide #LMK IF THERE'S SUMIN ELSE.