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webslingingslasher · 1 year

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Afterglow

someone requested angst, i wrote angst.

Pairing: Peter Parker (mcu) X Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff

Word Count:7K

Warnings: hint of degradation kink, ifykyk.

Summary: peter shouldn't have said what he did, but you shouldn't have pushed him to do it.

“I think it’s best if you leave now, kid.”

Kid, usually used with endearment left a bitter taste in Tony’s mouth. He adored the kid, loved that his own kid loved this kid, you both were quite the match in Tony’s opinion. He couldn’t think of another person who could even come half close to who Peter was for you, in fact when you finally confided in your dad about your crush on Peter he encouraged you to go after him, and you did.

Tony was proud when you made it official, he knows how much you both deserve each other.

Tony absolutely loved Peter, he took him under his wing and only saw himself in him. But his good self, none of the selfish or hotheadedness or rash thinking. Peter thought things through, he thought of the consequences, and he considered each option tediously.

Correction, Peter usually thought things through carefully and fully. Tony doesn’t see that sign of him tonight.

You and Peter got in a fight, and Tony doesn’t think you ever have. Maybe you’ve just never told him, and he knows you have disagreements and petty arguments but you don’t fight.

If he’s being honest he doesn’t know what about either, he just knows Peter entered through the ground floor and the second the elevators opened he bolted to your door, brushing by without a hi. Peter was on a mission, had one objective in his mind and had no idea that Tony was even watching him enter into his daughter’s bedroom and slam the door shut.

And he left it alone, you can protect yourself, you can defend yourself. So he lets you, and he hears muffled words at first for a while, then it gets quiet, then it gets louder again. Finally he heard shouting, he was hearing bits of conversations.

“-Fucking listen to me! You never-”

“Stop yelling at me! You came in-”

“...And you swore that she..”

“Oh come off it! You’re such a fucking-”

“Peter, stop!”

Tony thinks it’s time to intervene, he was being patient and waiting it out. But he doesn’t like the way this sounds, not because it was becoming toxic, but because he doesn’t want it to ruin anything between you two.

“And if we are being totally honest here, Y/N, I really fucking hate that you act like a fucking-”

A tight hand is clasped on his shoulder, “I think it’s best if you leave now, kid.”

Peter jumps slightly, he didn’t even know Tony was home. Oh, he was, and listening to him berate his daughter.

“Mr. Stark, I’m sorry, I just-”

Peter lowered his gaze from Tony’s dark eyes, he was screaming with rage.

“You don’t apologize to me. You apologize to her, then you leave.”

“Baby, I,” You sniffle and stare at the carpet, you weren’t innocent either but you felt like a little kid on display.

Peter sighs, “Can I talk to her alone? Please, Mr. Stark.”

Tony shakes his head and tightens his hold.

“There’s no need, Parker. Say sorry and leave.”

Peter looks and feels frustrated, he loves Tony but this is an issue between him and his daughter, he wishes Tony would just walk away. Peter continues to stare at you hoping you feel his eyes and look towards him, then he could tell you with no words to tell your dad to get lost.

This was a you and him problem.

“Y/N?” Peter called your name impatiently, you refused to look or speak to him. Tony’s hand was feeling tighter, he wanted to throw it off him.

“Fucking really?” He slapped his hands on his pants, Tony shook his arm slightly.

“Peter, I-”

Peter cut Tony off, Tony didn’t know how to react. This was a battle between boyfriend and dad now, who would win the loyalty?

“You’re gonna let daddy run the relationship now? It’s funny how you can always start a fucking fight but never finish them.”

Finally you glare at him, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you pick! You pick at something until it becomes a big thing then suddenly you want to back out. You started this fight so you should finish it, not cry and play damsel in distress when daddy comes around.”

“Parker!” Tony barks at Peter, he’s never heard him this fired up before. And he literally fights alongside him with some of the worst people.

Peter grunts and shoves Tony’s hand off him, “Fuck off, Tony.”

Tony feels like he’s swallowed his tongue, he doesn’t know where to begin with that one. The fact Peter always refers him to Mr. Stark, or the fact he just told him to fuck off.

“I don’t know where this attitude is coming from, Mr. Parker, but I assure you that calling it a rest for tonight would be best for everyone involved.”

Peter sneered, “Or what? You’ll take my suit and my ‘girlfriend’ will follow daddy’s path and dump me?” He used air quotes around girlfriend, it made you stutter on your breath.

“Sounds like you want me to take the suit.”

“If thats the only thing you can hold over my head, fucking take it. I don’t want it, I don’t want anything in this room right now.” He made sure to burn right through you when he uttered the last part, he made it clear he wanted absolutely nothing to do with you.

“You don’t mean that, right?” You spoke softly, you wanted this to end right now. It was getting too heated, you’ve never seen Peter this livid before. It felt like he was about to dump you.

Peter guffawed and looked amazed, “It’s honestly so impressive to me how great you are at bullshitting, Y/N. I mean you get to pick at this all day long, then you start the fight by saying the worst shit you could, now you're cowering in a corner. Big girl problems come with big girl consequences.”

You blinked at the ground and held back tears, you mumbled out an apology. Tony watches silently, he knows Peter needs to leave but he’s not sure how to do it without hurting you too.

Peter scoffed at your sorry, “You weren’t sorry when you were acting like a bitch-”

Peter is cut off by Tony violently ripping him backwards, “Out. Get the fuck out, right now.”

His eyes widened, he didn’t mean to say that. Well, actually, maybe he did.

“Mr.”

Tony kept a hand on his chest and started pushing, “No. You’re done, you’re leaving and you’ll talk in the morning.”

Peter grunted and pushed his feet to the floor, without the iron suit Tony didn’t have a match for his strength.

“Kid, don’t make me get the suit out. Just leave, you’ve got your point across. Say you’re sorry and we’ll see you in the morning.”

Peter looks confused, “Sorry for what?”

Tony sighs, he wants this to be over. He wants Peter gone.

“For calling my daughter a bitch.”

You look over your dad at Peter and raise the corner of your lip up, the smallest of olive branches. Peter clocks your eyes and you see no reprieve, he looks back at Tony.

He fixes his jacket and nods at Tony, “I’m sorry.”

Tony acknowledges the apology, “Th-”

“That your daughters a bitch.”

Peter feels a bit more satisfied to see the small smile drop from your face, your bottom lip trembles. He’s glad he’s missing out on the theatrics, daddy can clean up the mess.

“Does this mean we’re not dating anymore?” Your voice wobbles, you call out to him before your dad can even think of punching him.

Peter doesn’t clap back as quickly as you thought he would, he’s taking a step back and looking at the situation. It was bad, he thinks he went a little too far but he can’t backtrack now. Especially because he’s still upset over what happened today, he shouldn’t have called you a bitch but he also wanted to hurt you like you did him.

Peter thinks of his rule, arguments between you two were rare and harsh. Way too much emotion got involved and it got heated quickly, he made a rule. No matter how bad the argument never, ever break up in the moment. If he wanted to he could do it the next day, when he was fighting all he could think about was being right, not about preserving the relationship.

He sighs and watches as Tony’s hand pushes him further and further out the door, he looks at you defeated and tired. He tried to open his mouth, to say sorry, to take it back, to let you know he wouldn’t dare break up with you, to let you know he’s pissed but apologetic.

Tony won’t let him.

“Absolutely no words from you, Parker. You lost that privilege. I want you out of my fucking tower in two minutes.” He turns Peter and pushes him towards the elevator, he stays silent and watches as the numbers click down slowly. Each floor he’s lowered he can still hear your bubbled cries as you asked your dad over and over if he dumped you, and Tony sighed and repeated he didn’t know.

You waited almost all morning for Peter, whether it be a text, a phone call, or just showing up. Did Peter go too far last night? Absolutely. Did you aid and abet his behavior, pushing him until he had to bite back? Yeah, you did.

Your dad missed that part, the part where you attacked him first. Called him out in the worst way and nearly publicly shamed him for something he didn’t do, you belittled him so of course Peter felt attacked, then when he was looking to you for help, when he was willing to resolve peacefully you ignored him and pretended he was the bad guy.

You’re not mad he doubled down on calling you a bitch, you were one. And not a cool ass bitch kind of bitch, the pussy, cowardly kind of bitch.

You were just curious if he ended it last night, it didn’t seem like he did, but he was also really, really mad. You genuinely felt like this was more than half your fault, you should tell this to Peter, but you were too much of a bitch.

“Dad?”

Tony looked up from his desk and felt his heart plummet, you stood in his doorway with a blanket that Peter got you thrown over your shoulders, it was printed with your favorite animal. Your hair was frizzy and you had heavy eyes, your clothes looked too big for you, it was almost like you were shrunken into yourself.

“Hey, honey. What’s up?”

You slid your sock covered toe across the hardwood, you bit your lip to try and stop the tremble of your bottom lip, it did nothing. Fat tears gushed from your eyes, you wailed at your dad. You wanted nothing more than for him to take the pain away, you messed up, not Peter.

“I messed up last night and he’s gonna end it!”

Your shoulders shake with each sob and exhale, you’re spiraling. You didn’t mean to push him that far, you got too far into your head and insecurities took over, and now you were going to lose him all because you couldn’t buck up and say sorry first. Tony rushed over to hold you in his grasp, he held so tight you could lean all your weight on him.

“Dad, he can’t dump me, please, Dad. Please tell him I didn’t mean it, please, daddy.” You gulped the words into his chest, he tried shushing you but it was no use.

Peter freezes when he enters the ground level.

He hears your wails, your begging. He can’t breathe, he didn’t know he could make you feel this way. He came to apologize, he should’ve never, ever called you that word.

“Dad, please! Please, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Tell him I'm sorry, I don’t want him to break-up with me, please don’t let him break up with me!”

Tony tries his best to calm you, it's making things worse.

“Peter’s not going to break up with you, it’s okay.”

You screech, “He is! He is, he is, he is! He hates me, I messed up and I didn’t tell him sorry!”

Peter wants to know why you would think he’s going to dump you. Was he pissed last night? Oh, you betcha he was steaming. Was he pissed you didn’t apologize after you started the entire thing and spin it on him when your dad came barging in? Yeah, he was nearly seeing red.

But he wouldn’t dump you, not at all. And he would’ve told you that last night but your dad made him shut his mouth and it was for the better that he did. He wanted to leave it up to you to call or text, he figured you needed space from him since he’s the one that was verbally abusing you, so when you didn’t reach out he figured he needed a lashing from you in person.

This definitely isn’t what he thought he would walk into.

“Y/N, Y/N! You have to calm down, do you want me to call Peter?”

‘Yes, call Peter. Call me.’ He thinks to himself, he wonders how bad it would be if he walked in. The last thing he wants to do is make it worse.

“No! No, no, no, no! You can’t, he’ll dump me if he sees me, I know it.”

Your breathing is ragged, you feel like you're going to pass out. You hiccup words through your sobs, “You can’t let him do it, dad. Don’t let him end it, please.”

Peter thinks he needs to intervene, the only thing that will calm you is him saying he wasn’t planning, or ever planning to break up with you. It was a real bad fight, the worst you’ve had so far, but he wasn’t going to throw years down the drain over it. If you were his forever he needed to be able to handle a few fights.

He immediately starts to jog down the hall until he hits your dads office. He felt like crying himself when he saw how wrapped up in your dad you were while crying so hard you were gasping.

“Baby?”

It was cautious, gentle even. He didn’t want to upset or alarm you, just wanted to let you know he’s here and not leaving anytime soon.

Tony looks up at him and lets out a breath of relief, he can only do so much here. Peter was the one who could truly fix it.

“Y/N, Peter’s here.” You shook your head in your dads chest.

“Don’t let him do it, dad.”

Tony sighs and presses a kiss to your head, “I don’t think he’s here to end it, squirt. I think he just wants to chat, nicely,” He eyes Peter in the doorway, his eyes only steady on his girlfriend. “Right, Peter?”

He jumps awake, “Huh? Yeah, right. Uh huh.”

Peter takes a small step forward, “Hey, trouble. Wanna come give me a hug?”

You open one eye to peek at him, he didn’t look so bad. You were still terrified he would pull you away and break the news in private, you closed your eye and shuffled in closer to your dad and squeezed, begging him not to let you go. Your sobs stopped, just lingering tears and huffed air.

“No? I missed you so much last night, I think it was the first time in months I didn’t have a goodnight kiss.”

You stayed silent but loosened your hold on Tony some, you sniffled.

“And I was such a dunce I didn’t get a goodbye kiss, your dad had to get me out of here before I missed out on every kiss.” Peter kept talking, he knew it would steady you.

“What do you mean?” Your words were muffled.

Peter’s heart soared, you were talking to him.

“I mean I was so out of line that I wouldn’t blame you if you dumped me.”

You open your eyes and push your dad away some, “I don’t want to dump you, do you want to dump me?”

Peter looked at Tony and tilted his head, and this time Tony knew he needed to disappear.

“Can we talk? I’ll go anywhere you want.” Tony nodded his head in approval, he pointed his chin in Peter’s direction to get you to walk over to him. You held on tight one last time, he’s your protector, he’s not allowed to let boys break your heart. You begged him not to let Peter do this and he’s feeding you to the wolves.

“Dad?” He pushes you away and moves you towards Peter. Your voice broke, he said he wouldn’t do this.

“Peter.” Peter’s eyes moved from your face to Tony’s, his tone warning.

“You’re not allowed to break up with her, understand?”

Your heart warmed, he did have your back.

Peter nodded quickly, “Understood.”

You waddled behind Peter sniffling randomly until you found yourself back in the scene of the crime, your room. You followed in behind him and stood in the middle of the floor unsure of where to go, it was your bedroom but you were acting like you’ve never been in it before.

Your heart raced when Peter shut the door behind him, you held your breath when he let out a sigh, you clenched your fists and squeezed your eyes when he said, “Alright, look.”

You spoke the words stern but slowly, “Dad said you aren’t allowed to dump me.”

He shook his head, you weren’t understanding.

“Baby, I’m not here to break up with you. I’m here to say sorry.”

You opened your eyes and blinked at him, you pulled a face of confusion.

“You’re sorry?”

Peter laughed lightly, “Yes, trouble. I’m sorry.”

You looked around the room, “Okay, but, like, why?”

He drew his eyebrows in, “Darling, I called you a bitch last night. Twice. Pretty sure that’s abusive and vile, nothing to shrug off.”

You looked him up and down, “But I was one.”

He shakes his head immediately, “No, not at all. You-”

“Were being a bitch. You can say it, it’s okay.” You cut him off.

“Baby, no. I was in the wrong-”

You cut him off again, “No, but you’re wrong now. I started it, I instigated it and picked and prodded at you until I backed you into a corner and then when it was time for me to take accountability, I threw you under the bus and pretended I was innocent. I was being a coward. I was an absolute fucking bitch last night and you called me out on my shit and I’m sorry I didn’t have your back. I should’ve defended you against my dad, I was just over it and I didn’t want to admit I was wrong.”

Peter let out a breath, “I shouldn’t have said that, Y/N. It was wrong of me, I don’t want you to excuse it.”

You furrowed your brows and stepped up to him, “I put you in jail for something you didn’t do, I pinned your hands behind your back, and I thought I had reason to attack, but no. We’re gonna have other fights and some of them may be your fault, save your apology for those. Let me say sorry this time.”

“Well then, I accept your apology. And in return I vow to never call you a bitch again,”

You held up a finger, “Unless I deserve it, like last night.” You added.

He grumbled, “Unless you deserve it.”

You shrugged and walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, “It’s okay, really. You know, I even liked it. I think I have a degradation kink.”

“Oh you’re sick.” Peter snorted.

You threw your head back and moaned, “Just like that, give me more.”

Peter squeezed at your arms, “You’re pathetic for crying over me.”

You moved your head back and looked at him and gulped. Peter was scared he took the joke too far.

“Peter, I’m afraid.”

“Why?”

“I’m actually so into this right now, I’m not even kidding.”

Peter looked at you funny, “What verbally abusing you?”

You winked, “Consensually.”

“You really are a sick, twisted bitch.”

Your jaw dropped at his comment, you saw his slick grin crawl across his face.

“Lock the door, Peter. Lock the door!”

#peter parker x reader #peter parker angst #peter parker blurb #peter parker fluff #peter parker fic #peter parker imagine #mcu peter parker #mcu angst #my writing

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heichou-ackerman · 10 months

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Out on a fancy evening with your modern!boyfriend Levi Ackerman

- Levi definitely lives the bougie life in every aspect, and that includes picking the most luxurious, four star rated types of restaurants. If he was snobbish about anything it was definitely the type of cuisine he wanted you both to indulge with, with his argument being “if I am going to spend money, I’m not gonna spend it on crap food.”

- While lowkey he doesn’t really expect you to dress up for these occasions, he might chastise you if you seem a bit too casual about it. This isn’t because he thinks you’re being lazy or a slob, he genuinely wants you to be able to look and feel your best. Nothing too fancy, just no sneakers or crocs.

- It was really, really hard for you at first to be completely okay with going to these places and having him pay for anything. You’d be intentional about picking the cheapest item on the menu until he got note of what you were doing. Admittedly, he was a little offended with you.

“I’m not a cheap ass. If I'm telling you to pick anything you want, then pick anything you want. Don’t be holding back on me.”

- Has a huge pet peeve about you being on your phone, even if it’s to check something real quick. Finds it disrespectful and constantly scolds you about not wanting to spend any time with him. He’s savage about making you feel guilty about it.

“I wouldn’t have bothered paying for all of this if I knew you’d just be on your phone the whole goddamn time.” He isn’t wrong but he’s pretty mean about it.

- A pet peeve of yours however, is his compulsion to clean up after you if you even happen to make the smallest of messes. He sweeps off any crumb you make, takes any discarded napkins, and has even wiped off the food from your mouth if he deemed it too messy.

“Levi! Stop, you’re acting like my mother.” “I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t eat like a child.”

- Not the jealous type, but if you become a bit too chatty with your server (which you are honestly just being a decent human being about it), he starts being a little more snarky or petty about things. He really is a little selfish about the time you spend with him. You catch onto it right away, and once you start teasing him, he gets really pissed off.

“Are you really upset because I was just being nice to our server?”

“You don’t need to talk to them about some shit you did last week.” “Someone is a little insecure.” “It’s not even that.”

“Don’t be a jelly sandwich, Levi.”

“I’m this close to just walking out and leaving your ass to pay for everything.”

-Falls into the classic trope of being seemingly cool and casual on the outside but is secretly panicking about how well you actually like everything. He pays special attention in making sure every detail is fitted to your liking, from the location of the restaurant to the type of bottle of wine he orders. Unknowingly, you really could care less as long as you spend time with him.

“What do you think? Yeah?” “It’s good Levi!”

“Yeah, I told you so.”

-Never a dessert or sweet tooth type of a person, so he gets pissed off when you order yours and are unable to finish it. He has to sacrifice his lack of a sweet tooth to make sure it doesn’t go to waste.

- Is kind of an asshat when it comes to tipping, especially if he thinks the service is not worth his liking. You are able to easily convince him to leave a hefty tip though.

- Usually the one to have driven to the place, and will always make sure to open the car door to let you in. He will absolutely not let you mess with his radio however, so you are stuck listening to some type of pretentious sounding jazz (though you secretly like how fitting it is to his charm).

-You both have a little routine of cruising around the city/town while music is playing in the background, simply enjoying each other’s company. You totally become a passenger princess as Levi gets a habit of reaching for your thigh and squeezing it gently.

“Tonight was nice.” “Yeah, it was.”

“So when is it going to be my turn to pick a place for dinner?” “Are you going to suggest some shitty place like IHOP?”

“What’s wrong with-”

“Then no.”

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #aot x reader #aot x you #captain levi #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

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thegreenthepeacetheorange · 5 months

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Everlark (Catching Fire, Ch. 7-8)

tough gale-focused chapters that let us know that katniss is truly just a struggling teenage girl in the worst of situations

gale radiates heat from being so near to the fire. as @thesmileykate has noted, there's no warmth growing within her on her end (in contrast to her embrace's with peeta). the heat gale radiates is artificial, it's ephemeral

anyways when she says she can't think about love/a boyfriend right now, he gets annoyed at her straight away and it completely puts out any of the feelings of happiness.

he's annoyed that her plans to escape include haymitch and peeta - like, that's her family now dude, get over it

(and this isn't an anti-gale post or blog but he is selfish. he's doing the whole i'm gonna stay and protect the district families but not peeta because fuck that guy for capturing katniss's attention - he's so annoying and petty and katniss knows he's being petty and mad about peeta)

when he asks her what if peeta decides not to go with her, katniss says she tries to sound indifferent but her voice cracks when she says "then he stays" - that is her clearly trying to picture losing/leaving peeta and it's a point of pain for her. running away WITHOUT peeta? after everything they've gone through, after their shared comfort and trust on the victory tour? inconceivable

anyways she goes to find peeta next for a breath of fresh air who of course agrees to run away with her and she feels HOPE

and then she's mad because he calls her out on her not being able to do it when it came to it

peeta knowing the sound of whipping really hurts me. i didn't pick up on this detail when i first read the books.

peeta protecting gale for katniss. he's so husband (this, the brushing away of her hair, shoving peacekeeper's away from her, eating her leftovers on the victory tour)

"peeta puts me in a chair and holds a cloth filled with fresh now to my cheek" while everyone tends to gale. A HUSBAND

"i knew good and well that my life back in district 12 would be unlivable if i let that boy die" - she has conflicting emotions over why she saved him, whether for herself, to defy the capitol or for not angering her district. but we know from evidence in the first book that he meant something special to her from the get go and she could've never harmed/killed the boy with the bread

katniss's mindset in these chapters and the next is just all over the place

#everlark #peeta x katniss #katniss and peeta #katniss x peeta #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #the hunger games #catching fire #tgtpto everlark read

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washa · 6 months

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I listened to The Summit audio and here’s my favourite personal comments/thoughts! (IM STILL IN SHOCK WHAT TEH FUCK)

HELP OF COURSE ASHER LOST A FUCKING SHOE

David’s gonna whip your ass Ash

WHY ARE WE ROASTING ASHER SO BAD

Milo being a fashionista cannon

“Good thing belts don't correlate to height.” DAVID

Ash, Baabe, get a fucking room

Sweetheart i’m crying please give a man some dress socks

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Vincent sounds so anxious

AWH NO WILL COME ON MAN NOT THE ASSISTANT

Vincent baby… 😕

“I can't control how people are acting but I can control how I react.” PREACHHH VINCENT

Mhm run past me. OOH MUSIC FUCK YES, THE DRACULA MUSIC I LOVE IT 🙏

Surprise??? He’s spoiling Lovely so bad

I'M SCARED IS IT GONNA JUMP AT ME LIKE THOSE PLASTIC SPIDERS

A CROWN?? NO NO NO THAT’S SO FUCKING SWEET

THE SAME CRAFTSMAN AND EVERYTHING I CANNOT DO THIS😭

Wait, does Sam have a crown too?? Like being a duke

HE CALLED US BABY I CANNOT

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Shit these sound effects are FIRE

Yo Sam wassup my guy.

Oh Porter. Hi dear ☹️

Sam is literally the opposite of me I love small talk and big events lmfao

“Good people” He’s so salty lmfao

There’s no way Darlin’ isn’t smoking hot rn

AY ICE CREAM TUBS, Mint chocolate chip for the win 🙌

I imagine them going hand in hand, like elbows connected.

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Porter being a smooth bitch. (as usual)

Vincent is surprisingly kind abt this, well as nice as he can

IS TREASURE NOT HERE?? DID PORTER GASLIGHT ALL OF US.. 😰

That went well. Lovely calm your boyfriend before he pulls out his hair

Nah let like Sam punch him it’s funnier.

Are these other vamps that bad oh my god

Ooh business deals?? Yes make that moolah.

Eccentric?? Tf you mean eccentric. I don’t think David can handle more eccentric people in his life.

HELP NOT ASH PICKING UP ON VINCENT (unrelated but can we just acknowledge how emotionally mature and smart Asher is?)

WHAT DID ASH DO?? TEAR DOWN A WALL???

Oh god Bennetts?? They sound pleasant.

Wait wait, House of Baz were allies, and but every word out of Deon's mouth was to diss William??? WHAT TYPE OF SHITTY ALLIES

I want those two to die, for all of their house to run into the sun.

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ALEXIS HOLY SHIT AH

Latest conquest?? Come here let me rip you up

JESUS WHAT THE FUCK ALEXIS?? SORRY I'M NOT IMMORTAL GOD DAMN.

I don’t wanna fight you lex. YOU GROW UP?? PETTINESS IS CHILDISH.

You selfish little bitch. I’M GONNA BITE HER URGHSHSHGY

Porter thank FUCK YOU'RE HERE

YES YES YES PORTER OH MY GOD GO PORTER, Thank you Porter 😭

Alexis can suck my dick.

“Like a proper family” That's an interesting view on what your idea of a loving family is Porter.

Sammy BOY??? HELP IM CACKLING

Surprisingly Porter is in the right here.

WOAH SHOWDOWN SHOWDOWN WOO

WAS PORTER JUST LEFT THERE

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Oh god what fucking now, i cannot DEAL with anymore self centred fuckers.

Is he warning us? What’s happening.

OH MY GOD ADAM I FORGOT ABT HIM.

Ykw he’s got a point here, a REALLY good point. CONSIDERING THE HOUSE OF BAZ THING.

ALEXIS SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR ONCE IN YOUR WRINKLED SQUEZZED GRAPE ASS LIFE

Sam :((( yes Sam you deserve that.

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Asher and Milo bring up the mood woop woop

HOLY SHIT JUMPSCARE

Good lord Porter has a bad rep already w them

Investor gadget woop woop, investor gadget bam bam bam bam go gadget go bup bam bam bam badum badump.

?? CLOSEKNIT?? GOD DAMMIT FUCK CAN WE GO ONE VIDEO WITHOUT REFERENCING THEM

Milo clamp your jaw for a sec

OH MY GOD THE BENNETTS SUPPLIED CLOSEKNIT??

PORTER YOU BEAUTIFUL BASTARD THANK YOOU FOR THE LORE DROP.

Wait wait we’re doing it now? OH GOD WE’RE GONNA INVESTIGATE NOW AT THE SUMMIT.

Sam said a lot of things..

WAIT NO ONE ELSE BUT DAVID KNOWS WHAT MILO DID?? Even after 2 years??

No Sweetheart think abt this please what if ya get caught.

GO BETA GO BETA FUCK IT UP WOOAHH (i’m sorry i'm so stressed.)

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You should’ve punched her Sam, you should’ve.

Sam and Darlin’ needed better taste in vamps ffs

Sam therapy time 😇🥳 (as required in every Sam video)

YES SAM STAND UP FOR YOURSELF

God Sam and Darlin’ are so fucking sweet URGDHAKDA

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Is Angel stuck talking there or??

Imagine talking to someone for like 15 minutes and come back to find your friends stalking a head of the house. David needs a panadol for the headache coming up.

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OOH ARE WE EAVESDROPPING.

Well nobody wants to join a cult tbh, like that’s so suspicious.

This is a surprisingly civil argument, i was expecting someone getting thrown through a wall

UH OH WE ALMOST GOT CAUGHT??

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WHY ARE THEY FIGHTING WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING

What’s up w the king

HUH HE’S DEAD????? WHEN I SAID I WANTED HIM DEAD I DIDN'T MEAN ACTUALLY DEAD.

TAH’S IT TAHT ITS WAHTD THE FUCK? DID SWEETHEART KILL HIM? DID CHRIS DO IT HOW DID ALEXIS KNOW, IS THAT WHY PORTER PICKED A FIGHT??? TO CREATE A DISTRACTION??

So no ice cream?? 💔

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The 8th Sense ep 9

I'm going to hang on to the image above by bl-bam-beyond to get me through what I'm sure is to be a roller coaster.

Deep Breath... Okay Lets Do This!!!

I FUCKING LOVE THIS THERAPIST!!! That deep sigh when she says, "okay, work on yourself first." Because she knows there is no other choice. Because emotional fucking damage. I get this so much. I love you, lady.

"And when you're ready, think about what you want to do next." "I want to protect him." Sometimes love is selfless, and sometimes it's selfish. Sometimes they are a little bit of both. Here, we have someone who just wants the person they love to be safe. Not comprehending that sometimes it's better to have love than be safe.

I love bestie so much. Even though I feel an overwhelming need to smack that food out of his mouth, so I can hear him. Even if I'm just reading subtitles. I make no damn sense but there ya go.

I will say that Jae Won makes sense to Ji Hyun which is why they are simply meant to be. Even if I feel the urge to knock some mother fucking sense into everyone.

Haha, bestie over here throwing out words like narcissistic. I won't even correct him because he is funny. Apparently it's not common sense, cause you used it wrong. Still love you though boo.

I freaking love the trio so much! They are adorable. And you can't convince me otherwise. Oh lawd, he just now thought about his painful past.

Well... At least he is pretty, and he gets it now. So. 👀👀👀 And he has solid friends. Fighting! Then bestie goes and thrusts the dagger in. Damn.

Oh, this is going to be a tough scene to watch, isn't it. Those sitting next to each other talking about the incident.

Noooo!!! Him reaching out to hold his hand is gutting me.

Guys!!! Not gonna lie, I was literally holding my breath while I waited for him to go to her. Damn, that was painful. I mean, he isn't so good at it, but he is trying right. That's what matters. Ji Hyun come back and show this clueless boy how it's done!

Fuck, I hate her. She makes me want to gag every time I see her. I want to punch her in the face every time she says Oppa.

Nooooooooooo SHE DIDN'T!

Nope... I'm not okay. Everyone else can forgive. I am not in the forgiveness business. Guess I'll be the odd one out. He wanted to protect him, and then he does that. Yeah… Did that look like protection to you, do, and then you have the ability to be nice to her afterward. To not immediately go after that baby boy. Yeah, fuck this. Guess I'm gonna be the unpopular opinion here.

I love his bestie so much. Ji Hyun, you have the best bestie ever. I have mixed feelings on seeing Jae Won. I'm petty and I don't like to see him happy when he hurt Ji Hyun yet on the other side, maybe it means he is taking his fucking meds and getting his head on straight.

Oh, the look in his eyes when Ji Hyun just left. Then a deep swallow. You deserved that bitch. You really did.

Now that's unselfish love. Even believing that it's all ended. That the cunt won. He doesn't push but lets him know he supports him.

I mean... Didn't you do the same thing to Ji Hyun minus the sex. You didn't even break up officially before being back with her. Shit, I don't even know why I'm bothering to type anymore. I'm sure people have stopped reading at this point.

Shit, doesn't that sound familiar. "I apologize, I was out of my mind." I swear to god if I don't see some growth in this boy.

Oh, the boss knows. Dude, I love her. Okay, I'm pissed at you dude, but that was funny. "I'm here to eat, not listen to a fortune-teller."

OMG! I FUCKING LOVE HER!

"I can't seem to organize my life." "Then organize it." I don't know how many times I've said this. You know what the problem is, now start working towards a solution instead of sitting there and not doing anything about it. I can only help so much, eventually you've got to help yourself. "I feel like things got screwed up big time and I don't know where to begin to fix it."

Shit hit him! Oh, thank you baby Jezebel she hit him! I knew I was in love with her! Oh, I really love her. Knock some motherfucking sense into him!

There ya go. You only live once. Are you finally hearing people, asshole.

Oh! My little button nose. Isn't that just love. Love is forgiveness. For the people who deserve, who support you, and you want to be beside you. Love is forgiveness.

gif by @bl-bam-beyond

I love the song playing in the background of the kiss. Life is complicated and messy, grab your happiness where you can.

For those who read this. Thank you! 💜💜💜

#the eighth sense #the 8th sense #luta talks #luta talks the 8th sense

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Only friends Ep 7

I don’t even know how I feel about this mess of a show. I’m frustrated. It’s so fucking good yet I hate it!! Why? Cause why tf is Mew getting on my nerves yet again? If we think about it, he’s also using people for his own benefit, so that makes him selfish. Just if not almost as selfish as Ray which may i add is an idiot and I’m disliking him a lot right now. I love Khao but Ray is seriously getting on my nerves.

This is the best writing in TV because all these characters have potential of being liked and disliked one episode to the next. As of right now the only person I can tolerate and have tolerated from the start is Sand. Don’t get me wrong last episode he was petty af and wasn’t innocent at all either but he’s the only character I don’t fully hate. Mew is giving me a false act vibe with this bad boy wanna be era. I mean yes I’m glad he’s being petty but let’s be real, he had just met Top and you’re really gonna try and screw your friend, who you’ve probably known longer than your ex boyfriend, over. I’m hoping he’s doing it based off the betrayal he felt from Boston and not from Top which would make a lot more sense.

Let’s address the biggest fucking elephant in the room yea? Mew & Ray. Mew is being a sneaky little bitch yet again. Why are you now only gonna give Ray a chance? Why now after finding out the “perfect” boyfriend wasn’t so perfect? Why drag this poor guy around just cause you know he’ll always be there for you and love you? Sounds a little narcissistic to me not gonna lie. The corny Harley Quinn & Joker costumes for next week’s episode?? LMAO i actually laughed.

I’m gonna need Sand to not give in to this guy anymore, PLEASE!!! I beg of him. I’m not even sure I want sandray to be a thing anymore. That ending scene broke me!! How can Ray be so selfish after everything Sand has done?! I’m actually flabbergasted. Not me feeling bad for Boston and Top this episode lol but no fr maybe Top was falling for Mew, but idk I don’t really care for Top as a character tbh he lowkey fades out for me. Boston on the other hand, he may be a dick and all but at least he has no filter and tells people their shit like how it is. I actually felt bad for him. He was secretly recorded, twice!!! One thing I’ll give Mew is respect for not sharing it and instead handling it over to Boston but I’m not so convinced it’s gone.

I don’t even know what to expect next episode all I know is that it’s gonna be yet another shit show, sand better not be stupid and take the blame for Ray or fall into his trap again, Nick deserves better, sand deserves better, mew & ray are a shit show and the party is gonna be a big bag of shit. We shall wait and see…

Sorry adding in, Mark did an amazing job this episode. This poor baby is so in love with this man it actually hurt me but I can’t say I didn’t see it coming. He did do a lot of sneaky creepy shit to get Boston. Idk he deserves better but I can’t help feel bad for him.

#only friends the series #sandray #topmew #tonick

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rawmeknockout · 2 years

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Can I please suck starscream silly style?? 🥺🙏 hands and knees begging

“I’m gonna- Oh, frag- Blow him to pieces!” You hum your agreement around Starscream’s spike, taking him as far down your intake as is comfortable. Just another task that will go unappreciated. But you have to do it. This latest “overthrowing Megatron” plan is stupid enough you think he might actually be offlined this time, and, while not your favorite mech, your Air Commander is irreplaceable. He’s extremely skilled at what he does best: leading the aerial unit. Skywarp just wouldn’t be a worthy replacement. You have to keep Starscream alive, if only for your fellow seekers.

“Keep going,” Staracream’s servo is on the back of your helm, pulling you forward with little regard for your comfort. As selfish in pleasure as he is in all other aspects, go figure. You let him lead you, though, since his revenge prattling has slowed with his increasing charge. Warm transfluid slicks your glossa, as you try to will your gag reflex away. If there was ever a time you wished you didn’t have obstruction protocols it would be now. You tell yourself this is so he won’t get himself maimed or killed. You can take a little discomfort for that. Starscream bucks up into your mouth at the feeling of your intake fluttering closed around him, ignoring the choked sounds that you make.

Your Commander’s raspy chuckling breaks your concentration, optics darting up to make contact with his. Starscream’s denta catch his lip as you look up. “When I lead the Decepticons,” Oh great, “I’ll give you a promotion. A very cushy job you already seem well-acquainted with.”

You’re lucky that your mouth is preoccupied, as you might have burst out in mocking laughter. Accidentally, of course. You don’t like to make fun of Starscream if you can help it, mostly because he’s prone to pettiness and revenge tactics.

He keeps on with the fantasy, relaying all he’ll finally do with the power he craves. It’s just as well, it seems to be getting him closer and closer to a processor-wiping overload. He doesn’t hold back anymore, fucking your mouth like you were just a toy to be used. It doesn’t help the warm lubricant pressed uncomfortably behind your modesty plating.

“Next time,” Starscream’s optics are closed as he nears overload, his armor rattling and shaking with the pleasure that whips through him, “I’ll have you suck me on the throne. You’ll love serving me-!“ Transfluid bursts down your intake, thick and warm and way too sudden. You try to swallow it all regardless, optical cleanser blurring your vision. Your intake and jaw already ache in protest of the rough treatment, but when you pull back to complain you see Starscream sprawled on his back. Fast in recharge.

You’re going to have to talk to his trine later about being more responsible for their leader’s safety, but for now you cover your Commander in a loose sheet and click his habsuite’s lights off as you leave.

#asks #txt #reader insert #reader imagine #transformers #smut #transformers generation 1 #transformers g1 #tf generation 1 #tf g1 #tf starscream #g1 starscream #starscream #valveplug

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siderealscribblings · 10 months

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Devil Summoner: Akechi Goro vs the Phantom Thieves Solo Work

With a snap of energy, the demon that claimed to be Kurusu Akira re-appeared in the middle of an empty stone room, the glowing runes that dotted the walls dimming as they completed their task. With a sigh, he let the glamor concealing his appearance fall away, his gray eyes melting into their usual yellow and black. Crimson lines streaked across Joker's face once again, and even his messy mop of black hair seemed to grow even more untamed as he returned to the demon world.

"I'm baaaaa~ck!" Joker called into the palace, his voice echoing off the bare stone walls. Closing his eyes, he reached out through the tangled bond they shared to see who was home. Queen and Noir were nowhere near; more than likely, they had disappeared on a hunting trip as soon as the topside team returned. Oracle was back where she belonged, perched in her nest high above the main lounge with Fox's energy pulse nearby. No doubt he was sleeping off his little display of power on Oracle's futon while she worked; even Joker had been astounded to see reality itself bend to Fox's will with just a flick of his wrist. But all that effort couldn't have come cheap; as strong as they had become recently, they were still getting a feel for their new abilities.

Gonna have to check in on him when he wakes up; don't want him crashing on us, Joker thought, following the sound of Panther's irritated whining into the lounge that had once been Baal's throne-room.

"Ugh, you're such a little cheater!" Panther squealed.

"Naaaah, you just suck right now, dude," Skull teased, nudging her in the ribs. The couch they inherited from Baal was big enough for giants to sit on, yet Panther and Skull were both pressed into one of the corners as tightly as they could manage. Their armor and masks were nowhere to be seen, and outside of a pair of shorts on Skull and a stolen red t-shirt on Panther, they clearly didn’t bother dressing much after they returned. Bare legs dangled off the edge of the massive sofa as they engrossed themselves in a pair of recently stolen handheld video game consoles, occasionally kicking each other as they jockeyed for first place.

"I swear to god, I will slap you if you hit me with another shell!" Panther growled, elbowing Skull in his stomach as his cart zipped past hers.

"Go ahead and slap me now then," Skull laughed. "I'm nailing your ass the second you pass me and there's nothing you can do about it!"

Even if Panther looked like she was one bad lap away from tackling Skull, her lips were fighting a losing battle against a smile; a sight that Joker always took a moment to enjoy. He had gone literal years without seeing them smile; years of tight jaws, creased brows, and endless tears as they fought day and night just to survive. So when he caught them smiling now, he made a point of capturing the moment in his memory as best he could. He wanted to remember the shriek of petty rage as Panther lost and the absolute lack of grace Skull showed in victory. Part of him dreaded the day when those smiles would disappear again; in hell, such a day was never far away. That was why stupid, pointless, selfish moments like these were worth more than gold to Joker; brief pauses between life or death struggles where they could just be again.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, does that make three wins in a row?" Skull jeered, watching as Panther's face darkened to match her crimson shirt. "I think that makes three wins in a- ooph!"

Panther pounced on him with a yowl, tackling him to the couch and raining ineffective smacks against his chest and arms.

"You . Are. Such. A. Dick . Some. Times!" Panther hissed, punctuating each word with a smack.

"Hey hey hey, hate the game; not the player!" Skull cackled, shielding himself from Panther's vicious assault. "Or maybe you could just take the time to git-mmph!"

Panther slammed a pillow over his head, muffling the end of his sentence.

"Finish that sentence, and I'm gonna- hey!" Panther shrieked as Skull grabbed the backs of her thighs and pitched her back onto the couch, now wrestling her down against the cushions.

"You're gonna what, hellcat?" Skull teased, his cheek smooshed against Panther's palm as she shoved his face away. "C'mon; threaten me properly~"

Shaking his head, Joker banished his usual mask and coat ensemble with a snap of his fingers, leaving him in a loose gray tank top and black shorts that Panther had been good enough to steal for him.

"Are you two behaving yourselves in here?" Joker asked, hand sliding along the sofa as he walked behind them.

"Nope!" They answered in unison.

"Good," Joker said, dragging his fingers through Skull's short, spiky hair. "Keep up the bad work; we have a very sinister reputation to uphold."

Start from the Beginning>>

#my writing #dsagvtpt #fucking nightmare acronym #polythieves #shuake fic #akeshu fic #demon au

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Album Showcase: Boo Hoo - Aurelio Voltaire

When I was a kid I would watch The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy a lot. One episode that stood out to me was Little Rock of Horrors for the catchy song in it. When I was in middle school I decided to look up the song and found it was made by a musician named Voltaire. This then introduced me to the rest of his music.

The album cover is simple yet nice. Just Voltaire playing guitar while singing. In the background is a broken heart which paired with the title “Boo Hoo” I am going make a hunch that this album has some sad backstory.

The album was released on May 14th, 2002. Though before that Voltaire began writing this album after the break up with his then girlfriend. He decided to deal with this pain through a mix of satirical and impious songs with some introspective and sentimental songs. From that most of the album is going to be about heartbreak and trying to move on. With that all in mind I am wondering how the song Brains even fits in on this album. Though from the “most of the album” that means a few songs are not gonna fit the theme.

Before I get into the music I should at least somewhat talk about his name mainly because for years he was known as simply Voltaire and at some point changed it to Aurelio Voltaire. I didn’t notice the name change until last year. He stated on facebook,

"I got tired of there being other people releasing albums as Voltaire. There's an indie band in Germany and some American guy who makes instrumental hip hop. Like, do these people not do a fuckin' Google search before naming their bands? Anyway, it was just easier to distinguish myself from them by using my first name."

All right, I can kind of get why he changed it. This will be an interesting album to partially revisit because I only listened to a few tracks as a teen while the rest are new to me.

Track 1: Future Ex-Girlfriend

I listened to the whole album at work to get a general feel for the album and coming back to write I do remember this track being the most bitter all of them. I know this is about his break up but this feels like this was the first song he wrote for the album. Going on dates with women he is just not going to click with and that they are just gonna break up anyway. I had to remind myself that “this is coming from a personal place and he is just venting” as I was listening. Like the instrumentals do add to the bitterness of the song being a bit slower and sounding sad. That and-

And no one cares you love Keanu Oh, whats the difference anyway? Everybody knows that he's gay Okay, I really don’t know that But lets face it He's too hot to be straight!

As I was working that came and I had to do a double take. I was so confused by this but then I had to remember that this was 2002 and this was during that metrosexual era. For people who either don’t remember or were not around during the time, people would look at men who take the most basic care of themselves (shaved, bathed regularly, dressed nicely etc) and would assume they were gay because...straight men don’t do that I guess or some shit. I think as far as I can tell was doing that but the last like “He’s too hot to be straight”. Like I get that is a joke and I am not one to speculate on the sexuality of real people. However, that line sure does sound pretty gay to me. I know I know, I am joking. But I get this is meant to be petty and comedic song. Anyway, this song is all right I guess. Not my favorite track but eh, a decent start to the album.

Track 2: I’m Sorry

The instrumentals on this are great. I love how noticeable the fiddle is and how that really ties nicely to the sad tune. The theme of this being sorry for so many things from being selfish, to the bad weather, to even being in this person’s life. It brings into mind of how people after a break up or even during it feel like that have to apologize for every little thing. Whether or not it was their fault or not. I do really like this track. What helps is that it is genuine and I do give a lot for artists being vulnerable like this.

Track 3: #1 Fan

When getting into the track at first I thought this would be from the perspective of a fan towards Voltaire but instead how it reads is more like how Voltaire is seeing himself towards a person he likes. That he is this person’s number one fan. Instead of being like “oh they don’t notice me” he instead feels like he is not good enough for this person. Instruments on this song sounds nice I’ll give it that. The lyrics are also fine. It does a good job on getting out those emotions. Sorry I don’t have much more to say. Romance songs are hard for me to say much on but I am trying my best.

Track 4: Where’s The Girl?

Okay so this is the first non-romance oriented song on the album. Well, I think it isn’t about that anyway. Reading the title I at first thought it would be about him looking for the person he felt for. But from the lyrics this reads more like him looking for a woman he once cared for but she was taken by death or some other force. But that’s my view of the song. I the slower pace of the song adds to the more downer thematic of the song. Voltaire was one of the earliest musicians I can remember where I would hear using a fiddle like this and it really shows how versatile that instrument is. Since the fiddle in a lot of the songs I would here were for more energetic songs.

Track 5: See You in Hell

From the title alone I assumed it was gonna be about him telling his ex that he’ll see her in hell. Well, that is in there. But it is mostly about how she put him through misery and how hard he tried in the relationship. I know when I type that this would make people assume the song is super whiny which like I can get why. But it really isn’t. Oddly I do like this track. Sure, I prefer I’m Sorry but this is a close second to it.

Track 6: Bachelor(ette)

This is a cover of Bjork’s Bachelorette. At first I was confused why he chose to cover a song on an album like this but when reading the lyrics for the song it made more sense. The song does tie well with the themes of sorrow and heartbreak. Now how does this song compare to the original? Well the original was about Isobel returning to the city by train to confront the people she loved with love. The beats of the song are like a train which I do think is a cool detail. The original is beautiful. Voltaire’s cover is pretty good to me. While it sadly doesn’t do the whole train effect, it does match the original’s more sorrow tone. Also the ending on both are different. The original ends with...uh lyrics that I have a hard time understanding while Voltaire’s adds the lyrics,

And life is a necklace of tears You undo them with your fear And I am a fountain of fears You fill me with your tears Our love...is a big ball of string Devil collects it with a grin.Our love

Which I think is a nice touch and makes both of them distinct in their own way.

Track 7: Hello, Cruel World

Now this song could be fueled by his break up or it could just in general be about how shitty the world can be. Especially how it feels like the world is out to get him and make his life a hell. I know that is an emotion we all have felt at some point in our life. Complaining on and on. That sort of deal. Though I do like the ending taking a turn of him towards the world like “I ain’t gonna leave.” The spitefulness of having the world deal with him. The song overall is okay.

Track 8: Irresponsible

After seven tracks of sad sounding songs we get a song that instrumentally sounds bouncy and upbeat. But the subject stays in the negative. This time it is about him being a irresponsible person...or him making fun of those who are like that. Lines about “ Is it so wrong if I don't pay my rent?” to “ I don't have time to be politically aware”.

Don't talk to me about the dolphin in the tuna net I'm on the tuna's side. hey, dolphin tastes quite good I bet

Sorry to inform you Voltaire in 2002, dolphin has high levels of mercury and you would probably either get very ill or die from eating it. I personally don’t take this song seriously because it is more of a tongue in-cheek type of song. Especially with the ending. It is an all right song. Not one of my favorite tracks but I tend to be a sucker for songs with tonally clashing lyrics with upbeat sounding instrumentals. Especially ones done well which this song did a good job at.

Track 9: The Vampire Club

Now this track I am pretty familiar with since this along with BRAINS and Graveyard Picnic I had on my old ipod and to my current itunes since I was a teen. The instrumentals are strong on this track making it a fun romp of a song. The song is about these pirates sneaking into the vampire club and the leader of said pirates looking and I quote, “ He looked like a gay Captain Morgan”. Huh, another gay joke. Though more importantly, I genuinely want to know what a gay Captain Morgan looks like. There has to be some fanart somewhere of people drawing a flaming Captain Morgan. If there isn’t, then get to it. Anyway back to the song, this fellow calls out the leader of the vampire club saying his real name and that he is in the 8th grade. After that a whole fight breaks out with injuries from both sides. Though one of the tenants at the bar says this is a regular occurrence. Aftermath results in,

Missie lost her fang in the ladie's room We all laughed and called her Snagletooth Dede was mad because we broke his cane And he flushed his contacts down the drain There was so much angst after the fight Vlad and Akasha broke up that night

It gets revealed that the vampires aren’t vampires but just some goth kids. Yeah, it is more of a light satire of goth culture though Voltaire is a goth himself so it is more in fun than being mean spirited.

While some rivetheads danced in a puddle of goo That used to be Father You-Know-Who!

Now I never really knew who this line was referring to until looking into the lyrics. The man, now a puddle of slop, is Father Sebastiaan. He is a notable in the goth to vampire subculture for making fake fangs.Which hey that is pretty cool of a reference. The rest of the song does reference other stuff in goth culture at the time such as Bela Lugosi’s Dead and the rivalry the goth and ravers had (even though cybergoth is a thing but some goths do get very gatekeepy about what is and isn’t goth). While this was a fun song to revisit I was surprised to learn that there was a different version that was made. Yeah, so Voltaire made a new version that references...the Twilight franchise. Well, lets see if this is gonna be dated or not.

Vampire Club (Twilight Version) is mostly the same except it is just about Twilight. I kind of knew going in it was gonna be about making fun of Twilight with the whole “Vampires sparkling silly” sort of deal. Those types of jokes were common during the height of the series. Though the line,

Number one rule in this Clan Slay the undead who invade your land

Makes me uh...how do I word this...it weirdly just reminds me of the fact that the series is pretty racist with it’s depictions of native Americans. Though more specifically of the Quileute tribe. How so much information about the tribe was wrong in both the books and movies that the tribe itself had to make corrections on all the misconceptions. Doesn’t help that no one consulted the tribe before the making of either the book or film. I could go on about the more of the racism (such as how Stephenie Myer would push back against hiring more non-white actors for the films), misogyny, the overt Mormonism within the series but then we would get off track. I will say I do prefer the original Vampire Club over this version.

Track 10: BRAINS!

This song still slaps to this day and this is my favorite track on the whole album. Which I know is super bias but I have to be honest. It is just a fun song about a brain eating monster. Voltaire on his youtube channel has made two videos about the song itself and how he made it which I highly recommend checking them out. Though I will say it is super funny and a bit jarring having this track on an album mostly about a break up and this song just pops up.

Track 11: Graveyard Picnic

This was the third track I would listen to from this album as a teen. Not as much as the two above but I remember it being a relaxing track to me. It is a simple song about going to a graveyard and having a nice read. The song has a lot of Edgar Allen Poe references in it which yeah fits with the theme.

Track 12: ...About a Girl

And we’re back to the whole troubled relationship songs. This is about this girl who is cheating on this guy with the narrator (Voltaire). That this girl isn’t worth it and that she is lying or something. This is a weak song for me. Not because it is bad or anything because like I do like the instrumentals on the track. But the subject matter I have heard before and here it is like...been there done that.

Track 13: Let it Go

So after all the songs about heartbreak and grief we are finally at the stage of acceptance and letting go. It’s time to move on and I agree. This song is a nice closure to the album about Voltaire’s feelings of his ex. Well, I would say this would be the closure but we have one more song left. Which I wonder what the last song is gonna be like if we are just done here?

Track 14: Caught a Lite Sneeze

This is a cover of Tori Amos’ Caught a Lite Sneeze. I was not actually expecting a cover of a Tori Amos song in general. Instrumentally this is very different from all the other tracks and makes it stand out a lot. At first I wondered why he chose to cover this song for this album but as I was listening I realized it fit perfectly in this album. The song is about trying to keep a relationship when it is already over. Similar to how Voltaire throughout this album wanted to try to keep his relationship going despite it being done. Now compared to the original while I think Voltaire did a good job I do slightly prefer the original. Though something about Voltaire’s cover caught my eye, he didn’t change the lyrics. At first you might be like “Why would that be weird?” well when you look at the original context of the song with the lyrics such as,

Boys on my left side, boys on my right side Boys in the middle and you're not here

Which in context is talking about how men play a big aspect in her life but her partner is not. That and the pre-chorus after singing,

I need a big loan From the girl zone

That could be read as her taking power within herself as a woman without taking from men. Usually songs that are very gendered like this when covered tend to have lyrics changed. So like when a woman makes a love song about a man for example will be changed to a man singing about a woman when a guy covers it. So it stays pretty heterosexual. However, there are times when the singer just doesn’t change the lyrics at all which can change the reading a lot in a less straight view. I find it interesting Voltaire didn’t change the lyrics at all but I also like that. It oddly makes it distinct from the original for giving a different interpretation as the listener. My only critique on this track is mainly about the placement. This should have been track 13 while Let it Go should have been track 14. Mainly because the cover is about trying to keep a relationship that is done alive while Let it Go is about finally moving on. I just think thematically the two tracks should have switched orders.

Overall I enjoyed this album. I wasn’t sure what the album was gonna be like when before listening and I am glad I got around to it. My favorite tracks are BRAINS!, I’m Sorry, Vampire Club, Graveyard Picnic, Caught a Lite Sneeze, and Bachelor(ette). Not saying the rest of the tracks are bad or anything, they just weren’t my super favorites. I do recommend the album if you are interested in listening to one of Voltaire’s early works.

#Aurelio Voltaire #Boo Hoo album #music review #album review #Dark Cabaret #long post #Voltaire musician #album showcase

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spikyhairedsilhouette · 5 months

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relationship headcanons!

what would break Spiky’s heart?

what are some absolute dealbreakers for him? (ie. he’s in a relationship and finds this out about the person he’s with and thus determines it’s not gonna work.)

would you say Spiky is non-comittal? what would it take for him to desire a committed relationship or even to settle down?

relationship headcanons || @quiet-kunoichi

having his vulnerability (which is a rare sighting to begin with) used against him would absolutely break his heart. he would be extremely hurt if he managed to open himself up just to have it thrown back in his face in some way.

as for dealbreakers, he may not have a lot of dignity, but he could never tolerate a person who doesn't respect him. by principle, he could never really connect deeply with anyone who doesn't, so he's not likely to be with them in the first place, but... say somewhere along the line in the relationship, his other half loses interest or loses respect for him, he would not try to salvage it.

he also could never be with someone who was just a downright bad person. he's not looking for golden retriever energy by any means, but he's also not looking for anyone selfish or genuinely mean, especially in ninja verse. the guy is a mess, but he still has some morals & he would expect the same of his partner or else it's not likely to work.

spiky is definitely noncommital. i know that he's an earth sign according to his canon birthday, but in my mind he's always been air & therefore very difficult to tie down. he's not opposed to partnerships or commitment as a concept, but in practice it's another thing. he's the type to be basically married to someone & still refer to them as his friend or colleague. it's not for lack of interest & he's certainly not a player, but he just doesn't tend to think labels are necessary. matter of fact, he doesn't really think much about relationships at all. i think in order to be tied down, he really has to be confronted by the other person or find himself faced with some competition. it sounds petty, but unfortunately those are the kinds of scenarios that would force him to evaluate his relationship. otherwise, it might never happen.

#kind of a general answer #this could definitely be affected by verse #headcanon #specs for spiky #quiet-kunoichi

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🏳️‍🌈 Galactica, Chapter 108 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Previously: Bianca fired Raven from a Marie Claire photoshoot for talking shit about Courtney. Aurora was called in as a pinch-hitter when Raja rejected Violet’s Met Gala pitches. The Galactica Fashion Week Show went off beautifully.

This Chapter: Raven throws a tantrum, and Aurora steps up to the plate.

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“…So then I stepped into the light, and I swear I could hear a pin drop in the room. It was like…even more than a gasp. Just the entire crown taking this collective breath and holding it until I put my first foot forward,” Raven said, eyes sparkling.

“Mmhmm.” Juju nodded, sipping her decaf latte and glancing quickly at her phone. Meeting Raven for coffee before work was always risky. She wanted to catch up with her friend, of course, but Raven tended to let time get away from her, not quite realizing that Juju’s schedule was a bit less flexible than her own. Luckily, she was too deep in her own story to notice Juju’s split-second distraction from her recap.

“Then, as I began to walk the runway, they all slowly exhaled, still not making a sound, every single pair of eyes on me. It was just absolutely exhilarating.”

“Sounds like it!”

“I wish you were there,” Raven pouted.

“Me too,” Juju said. “But this week is big money for me. It basically paid Kelly’s tuition this spring.”

“Get them coins, Mama.”

“You know it. And De was there repping the family. Although I’m not sure how much good that did. He said that Fame nearly took off his head for mentioning Bianca in front of the Vogue reporter.”

“With good reason!” Raven exclaimed, shaking her head. “What possessed him to nearly ruin a lovely evening by bringing up that cunt’s name-”

“Raven.”

“What?! Don’t fucking tell me you’re still staying neutral, Juju.”

“I am, and you know this; I’ve said all along that I’m not taking sides-” Juju could feel her ears heating up, her stomach twisting as Raven’s eyes grew cold. She knew this already, why was she acting like this was new information?

“No! I knew you weren’t taking sides when it was about her and Fame and their petty bullshit. When it was about Bianca fucking some nobody assistant who she’s gonna get bored of in a month, leaving some dumb dinner early, whatever else Fame was salty about. Blah blah, we all know they’ll make up as soon as Bianca ditches the prosti-tot. Hashtag who cares.”

Juju rolled her eyes. “Your compassion is-”

“Shut up, you know what I mean. This is not about that anymore! I don’t care about that. She fired me, Juju. Fired me, in front of a bunch of fucking people!”

“I know, Rave, but-”

“Did you just say ‘but’?” Raven looked like she could murder Juju in cold blood. This was getting extremely out of hand.

“Look, I know how horrible that was, I’m not denying that or arguing with you. What I’m thinking about is what a fucking bummer it is when a group of friends is fractured. Maybe I’m being selfish. Because I hate this. I hated the last time it happened, with Jinkx. You weren’t around then, but…I just want this to get solved because…” Juju took a deep breath. “Rave, you can’t imagine how quickly weeks turn into months, and months turn into years. You know?”

Juju bit her lip, hoping that Raven would understand. She wasn’t sure she did, since Raven was still glaring at her.

“What?” she asked tentatively, aware she might be opening up another whole can of worms.

“How can you even think to talk to me about ‘solving things’ with that fucking cunt?! Where is your loyalty?”

Juju sighed, closing her eyes. “Rave-”

“No, because, I told you what happened,” Raven said, getting ready to launch into the saga once again, which Juju was not looking forward to in the slightest. “She humiliated me for no reason, out of pure spite-”

“Okay-”

“All I said was some totally benign things about what her dumb sugar baby was wearing, or something, I don’t even remember because they were such like, random throwaway comments-”

“Rave-”

Of course, Juju had dragged the story out of Bianca, too, because Raven’s version seemed…incomplete, to say the least. Juju loved her friend, but an innocent victim she was not. And Bianca’s version, as expected, was completely different. At first, she acted like it was no big deal, something that was over and done with. A simple case of Raven being unprofessional and that was that. Holding a grudge? Not the great Bianca Del Rio! But as she told the story, it became pretty clear how hurt and angry she was over the whole incident as well.

Juju was pretty sure the truth was somewhere in between their two stories, as usual.

“And she totally lost it, screaming in my face and throwing her weight around like some big shot to show off to her stupid girlfriend! Plus, she totally intimidated the Galactica staff into going along with it since none of them ranked high enough to stand up to her-”

“Rave, please-” This part about intimidating the Galactica staff was new. It seemed that, true to Raven fashion, the story was growing more and more elaborate each time she told it. Some people’s anger faded over time, but Raven’s seemed to grow, strengthened by the myths that she told herself to fuel the rage.

“She literally had security throw me out of the building!” Raven said, her voice shrill now, attracting attention from some of the others, which was the last thing Juju wanted, “Like I probably had bruises on my arm where-”

“Raven! Stop!”

Raven finally stopped talking, her face a picture of betrayal as she stared at Juju, aghast.

“I…I’m sorry. I know it was awful for you, and I hate that it happened, but I can’t listen to this story anymore-”

“Are you fucking serious-”

“Yeah! Yeah, I am, because I love you, I love you so much, but every time you tell it, it gets more and more over the top, and I’m not gonna sit here and pretend to hate one of my oldest friends just because your idea of loyalty is an ass-kisser who smiles and nods at you. That’s not me, it never has been, and-”

Raven stood up, practically knocking her chair over in the process, snatching up her things and tossing her fur wrap over her shoulder.

“Get fucked, Juju,” she hissed, before turning on her heel and flouncing away.

Juju sighed, putting her head in her hands. This was absolutely not how she planned to begin her day. Her phone began to buzz, and she answered, the twinge of a migraine beginning behind her left eye.

“Hey.”

“Hola!” chirped a sunny voice. Their new receptionist, who’d been pretty good so far. She was recommended for the job by Adore, of all people. Something about a friend of a cousin, or cousin of a friend, or cousin of a cousin. She wasn’t quite sure, but the girl was cheerful, pretty, and so far seemed competent. “Mrs. Drescher wants to know if she can come in at 10:15 instead of 10:45. Since she’s your first, I thought-”

Juju glanced at the clock. It would be tight, but she could make it. She reached into her bag for some Imitrex and said, “Tell her I’m on the way in and I’ll do my best, but it might be 10:20.”

“Will do! Gracias!”

Juju popped the pill into her mouth and swallowed it down with her latte. Before she left, she made sure to slip an extra $100 to the baristas. It wouldn’t guarantee their silence about any part of the tiff between her and Raven that they’d potentially overheard, but it might make them feel a bit less inclined to talk to the media. And Juju could be annoyed at Raven without wanting a story about a supermodel meltdown in a coffee shop to start circulating.

***

Aurora stood next to the rolling rack, a large portfolio folder under her arm, her heart beating so fast and loud, she may as well have been in an off license with a fake ID instead of outside Raja Gemini’s office, waiting to present her Met Gala looks.

She had nearly shit herself with fear when Trixie told her she’d be presenting alone, since he was out all morning and Raja had limited time in the office before leaving for London.

“You’ll be great,” he’d assured her, “And don’t worry. It’s not a formal presentation. Just show her what you have and take note of everything she says. You’re not expected to talk unless she asks you direct questions.”

‘Not talking’ had never exactly been Aurora’s biggest strength. Great. Fucking great.

Now, here she was, in the explosion of green and warmth that was Raja’s office suite, surrounded by plants and rich fabrics and vibrant colors, the whole thing screaming that here worked someone who was absolutely crystal clear on what their aesthetic was, and if Aurora failed, then what would her future be at this company?

She’d been in the same room with Raja a handful of times since she’d begun, but she’d never spoken directly to her, and the idea of having to do that, by herself, when one of the other designer’s ideas had already been ripped to very public and humiliating shreds was making her feel like she might faint. What gave her the fucking audacity to think she could do this when someone more experienced had already failed?

Raja would take one look at her work and know immediately that hiring her was a mistake, that she didn’t belong, that she was-

“You can go inside now.”

Aurora jumped slightly, rescued by the spiral of her own self doubt by Ivy’s voice, as Raja’s assistant came out of her office, leaving the door open behind her.

“And don’t be nervous,” Ivy said, with a warm smile. “She’s got her tea and she’s ready.”

Aurora nodded gratefully and pushed the rack inside, a bit startled to see that Raja wasn’t at her desk, but instead in the sitting area, on a plush chair covered in intricately embroidered fabric, a velvet pillow under her elbow.

“Um, good morning. I’m Aurora, and-”

“Good morning,” Raja said, a slight note of confusion in her voice, one eyebrow raising just slightly. “I thought you were going to show me sketches?”

“Oh. oh, yes, I do have sketches,” Aurora said. She swallowed, fumbling to open the folder, pulling out the sketches. “I just, um, I thought maybe you would like to see some samples as well, so I made a few…these are-”

Raja held out a hand to reach for the sketches and Aurora bit her lip, remembering the part about not talking unless you were answering a question.

She shifted nervously, watching as Raja looked through the sketches, twirling a bit of her long hair around her finger, her beautiful face giving nothing away.

Ever so often, she would lift one of the pages to examine something closer, or make the smallest “hmm” sound.

Aurora was dying to know what she thought. Love? Hate? Lukewarm indifference?

Her one ray of hope, in this moment, was that, if everything was truly garbage, Raja would surely have thrown her out already, right?

“Alright…” Raja stood up, suddenly even more imposing in her fitted jumpsuit, her long limbs and slender frame making it look elegant and severe. “Let’s see those samples.”

“Right! Certainly…” Aurora gulped and turned around, pulling some items from the rack. “So, this is the jacket. I wasn’t sure whether you were looking for a pant or a dress, so I have two different looks that could potentially go underneath. I thought the black snakeskin could be-”

“Mmhmm…”

Aurora promptly clamped her mouth shut as Raja took the jacket from the rack, examining the sleeve, turning it inside out to look at the seams.

“I, uh, I know the stitching isn’t perfect, but it’s just a sample, that would obviously be fixed in a real-”

“How long did you spend making this jacket?” Raja asked, turning towards her.

“Uh, about, um, six…six hours? That was, um, the actual sewing. But, I, um-”

“Hmm,” Raja turned back to the rack.

Aurora took another breath, slowly, as she pawed through the sample pieces, taking a closer look at some of them, even going back to the sketches to compare. Aurora’s head was swimming, and she started to get a bit dizzy.

Stay calm, you motherfucking idiot. Do not faint in front of Raja Gemini.

“Ready for notes?”

“What?” Aurora blinked at her like an idiot before her mind fully processed what Raja had said and she quickly shouted, “Yes!”

Raja took a small step back.

Oh my god did you just yell in Raja Gemini’s face? What the fuck is wrong with you?

“I mean, sorry, yes. I’m ready.” She pulled out the notepad and pen from her folder and sat primly at the edge of a royal purple velvet sofa.

“Wonderful. The jacket has potential, but only as a concept, so we need changes. The sleeves should be shorter, three quarters, and the collar needs drama. For fabrics, give me a richer, deeper red. Something stiff, with structure. Perhaps an upholstery fabric? Obviously lined, even if this is a sample.”

Aurora nodded, scribbling vigorously to keep up.

“The lining could be an opportunity.” Raja pulled the jacket open, looking at herself in the mirror for a second. “Explore Oriental silks and get back to me with a selection. Galactica’s ignoring the theme this year for the most part, but it never hurts to throw Ms. Wintour a bone.”

She smiled, and Aurora stifled a laugh, not at all imagining that Raja Gemini would be making jokes.

“This length is awkward. Re-imagine it as a formal duster with a big sweeping train, and before you spend another work day making samples, sketches do exist, and for a reason.”

“Yes ma’am.” Aurora could barely believe her ears. These notes felt…very minor. Of course she knew from the beginning that the sample fabric was just that - sample fabric. So that was Shortening a sleeve. A more dramatic collar. Adding a train?

“As far as what goes underneath, this pant is the most intriguing to me. And these ankle boots…what made you bring shoes, anyway?”

“M-Maxwell told me you’d expect a fully realized look, so I thought-”

“Ah. Well, yes, good advice. I agree with you about the snakeskin on the pants. It’s cool, the detailing on the sides is great, I like the high waist… But…” she squinted, tilting her head.

Aurora waited, pen poised while Raja scrutinized the pants.

“What do you think of a boot cut?”

“Absolutely not,” Aurora stated, before she could stop herself, then looked up with alarm, expecting an angry glare.

Instead, she was grinning, her dark eyes dancing with laughter.

“I’m sorry. I…of course I’ll do whatever you want,” Aurora stammered out.

“Yes, well…perhaps we can forgo a boot cut for now,” she said. “And I’d like to go back to the drawing board in terms of tops. Everything here is too busy, too much going on. We need to streamline.”

“Got it.”

“I’d like you to pull some alternate fabrics for the jackets, and then I’d really like to see how these pants look.” Raja pressed a button on her phone’s intercom, “Ivy, can you come in for a moment?”

“Of course!” Seconds later, Ivy sailed through the door. “Yes?”

“I want to schedule a fitting with Aurora for tomorrow, before I leave. Can we squeeze it in?”

“Um…yes, I think so. Depending on what time that New York Women’s Foundation luncheon ends, we can maybe say 3?”

“The luncheon where Gwenyth is the keynote speaker?” Raja asked.

“Yes.”

“Please. I would love an excuse to leave early,” Raja said. “Pencil it in for 2:30.”

“You got it!” Ivy grinned.

Raja turned back to Aurora. “I’d like to see some more fabric samples for the jacket, with a few revised sketches, and I want to see the pants on to get an idea of what they look like. I’ll be able to give you much better notes after that.”

“That sounds perfect!” Aurora said. She still couldn’t believe that any of this was happening. Raja Gemini liked her design. Raja Gemini was going to wear her design to the Met Gala. It was insane, if she actually thought about it.

“Some concepts for a new top would be appreciated as well,” Raja said, walking back to her desk and sitting down. She opened up a file folder and began to read the contents, her attention now on something else entirely.

Aurora took that as a cue to mean that she was finished, so nodded and began to put all of the garments back onto hangers as quickly as possible. She couldn’t wait to get back downstairs to report the great news to the others, who had all been teasing her, assuring her that Raja would probably hate everything in the first round and not to feel too bad about it.

As she was pushing the rack towards the door, Raja looked up from her desk and called out, “Aurora!”

“Yes?”

“Great work this week. Thanks a lot.”

“Thank you so much!” Aurora said, a grin spreading across her face that probably made her look like a grade-A twat. Okay, idiot, get out now before you burst into happy tears and snot all over Raja Gemini’s 4 million dollar rug. “Um…see you tomorrow!”

“Mmhm…” Raja smiled and went back to her paperwork.

Aurora took that as a final goodbye, and bolted triumphantly towards the elevators. She couldn’t wait to report back to the rest of the designers with the news of her incredible success.

***

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bmodiwrites · 2 years

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The smut prompts look so promising. please do this one for Steddie! 'I'm gonna do something very crazy but I know you're gonna love it.'

Oh ho, nonnie - I immediately had a very unclean idea. You guys are in for a treat. There will be smut, so you underage kids DNI!

I'm going to put it behind a read more from the start, just in case! Here we go -

After several hours of keeping his hands to himself, Eddie was more than ready to have Steve sprawled out under him. Not to get him wrong, Eddie loved spending time with the party - now that they were a little older, it didn't feel as much like babysitting, even. As a group, their adventures were endless and the hilarity ensued. Eddie's only complaint stemmed around the fact that they were always around.

And sure, that sounded a lot petty and very immature, but Eddie couldn't help it, he'd been fighting against his baser instincts all day. At first, Eddie appreciated having so many people who cared about him around. The Upside Down left many scars behind - not all of them on the outside, either. While he recovered and got back to normal, Eddie loved the kids' presence and their commitment to not only helping him get better but making him a free man, too. They truly were the best sort of friends to have.

Not to mention the fact that the party's never ending presence helped get him and Steve together to begin with. It started with little quips and comments from Dustin and Max. They threw the occasional "you two would be great together" out into the open like Eddie would ever make sense with Steve Harrington. Their little game was both funny and cruel.

Except, after a while, Eddie started to believe that maybe things could work out between them. Steve's personality was so different from what Eddie always imagined; having so much opportunity to experience it made the shift from attraction to genuine feelings a pretty seamless process.

So, Eddie owed a lot to the little shrimps that looked up to him not just as an adult but someone worth aspiring to be, too. Yet, the selfish, admittedly horny part of himself struggled to continue to exist with such gratitude when Steve was always so tempting.

Take today's adventure for example - Steve invited the entire party over to swim in the pool. That meant Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle would be there, too. It was the usual get together and Eddie was looking forward to it. He probably would've made it through the day without wanting to jump Steve's bones if it weren't for the crop top and short blue shorts his boyfriend decided to wear. At that point, all bets of control were off. From that very first glance, having so many people around was just - mean.

For hours, Steve played the perfect host, catering to everyone's needs and socializing to the best of his ability. He walked around in those short little shorts, each step pulling up the length of the leg's material a little further, flashing Eddie the perfect strip of pale thigh without a care in the world. Never mind the fact that the old Hawkins Athletics crop top showed off the glorious line of hair trailing down Steve's stomach into the waistband of those tiny pants. It would've been obscene if it weren't for the sweet and innocent way he talked to the kids and kept the party moving.

Eddie would've bought the whole act, too - Steve worked hard enough to pull it off. Too bad Eddie knew how sneaky and teasing Steve could be. No one but Eddie saw the way Steve stayed bent over a little extra, or the way he licked his lips before bringing a beer to them. But maybe that was a good thing - Eddie wasn't all that sure he'd be able to rationally fight off anyone else enjoying the view. He tried not to be a jealous person; in his previous relationships, it hadn't been much of a problem, anyway. With Steve, however, Eddie struggled to control the absurd possession that overtook him. It scared him sometimes - how deep his feelings for Steve ran.

Nonetheless, Eddie managed to keep himself together, though just barely, the entire afternoon. If it looked like he was a bit more impatient to see everyone off when the time came, no one commented on it. He showed Dustin and the boys to the door with promises of the newest addition to their campaign the coming week. Eddie even went as far as having a joint with Jonathan, Argyle, and Steve before they bailed to move the party elsewhere for the evening.

Robin and Nancy were the last to leave - Steve and Eddie were the only ones that knew they were together, so the girls were comfortable around them and happy to stick around. It took effort to choke down the sarcastic shit Eddie wanted to spit their way just to get them the fuck out. He reminded himself often that their friendship was not worth making an ass out of himself. Behaving was marginally easier after that.

Finally, after being entirely too patient, Eddie had Steve alone.

Wasting no time at all, Eddie pushed Steve against the door he'd just closed, pinning him to it with the full weight of his body. "You're a tease," Eddie mumbled as he nosed along Steve's chin and cheek. His hands were busy fumbling with the cut off bottom of Steve's shirt, barely skimming the skin there. The tips of his fingers brushed down the flat of Steve's stomach, rubbing and tracing that godforsaken happy trail. By the time Eddie found his way to Steve's lips, he was palming Steve in his shorts, his fingers greedily tracing the shape of him. A tiny spark of satisfaction had him deepening the kiss - feeling Steve harden under his hand made the hours of torture worth it.

They left a trail of clothes behind as they slowly made their way to Steve's bedroom. Though Steve's parents weren't around all that often, Eddie only needed to be walked in on the once to make a 'bedroom only for naked stuff' rule. He kind of liked the anticipation it built up, too. It was a different sort of pleasure getting to unwrap Steve from the clothes that drove him crazy, piece by piece. Eddie took great satisfaction in dropping to his knees to drag down the sexy little shorts Steve probably wore for this very purpose.

Staying where he was, Eddie ran his hands up the length of Steve's thighs, leaving trails of goosebumps in his wake. He marveled at the coarse hair under his palms and moaned loudly when leg deliciously tapered into crotch. Eddie didn't hesitate to wrap his left hand loosely around the base of Steve's cock. He didn't stroke or squeeze, Eddie simply enjoyed the feel of Steve's skin against his own and the weight of him in his hand. It didn't hurt, either, that Steve's hitched into his touch; Eddie was so ready to repay Steve for teasing him that he kept his grip slack, not yet giving in.

For a couple of heated moments, Eddie explored without any intention to rush. His fingers traced the length of Steve's cock, taking in each vein and smooth plane of flesh. It was increasingly difficult to not just dive in and take - the need to be teasing and sultry was quickly diminishing. When control snapped, Eddie didn't hesitate to lean forward and greedily take the head of Steve's cock between his lips. A moan followed the movement; Steve was already leaking in anticipation.

Despite his own desperation, Eddie kept his suckling light. He lapped at the underside, using the tip of his tongue to prod teasingly there. His hand tightened around the base, stroking up in time with the shallow bobs of Eddie's head. Forcing his eyes up, Eddie caught Steve's glance - his slow worship was visibly taking Steve apart.

He had a hand in his hair and his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. Eddie knew it'd be red and swollen when Steve eventually let it go. The view was obscene and sexy in a way that never stopped surprising him. Eddie moaned around Steve at the thought - sex between them was already fantastic, the prospect of it only getting better made him lose it. In his excitement, Eddie pulled in a deep breath through his nose, then loosened his throat enough to swallow Steve all the way down.

Eddie gave himself over to the rhythmic bobbing of his head for long, sloppy minutes, and probably would've kept it up, too, if it weren't for the three taps he felt on his shoulder. Pulling back immediately, Eddie looked up quick, feeling Steve out. They came up with that signal when Steve failed to vocalize a need early on in their sexual relationship. Though he didn't use it often, Eddie knew to back off immediately.

He got up from his knees, gathering Steve to him. "Okay?" Eddie asked against the skin of Steve's neck as he pressed a kiss there.

Steve shifted in Eddie's arms until they were face to face, their lips inches away from each other. "Yeah, good - so good, Eddie. Too good, even." His cheeks were pink, like the admission did anything other than endear Eddie to him more.

"Noted." Eddie rumbled, smirking at him before leaning in to finally kiss Steve again. The taste of pre-cum and musk was heavy on his tongue; Steve held Eddie's head tight between his hands as he pillaged Eddie's mouth for every last remnant of the salty goodness.

They kissed languidly for a few minutes, breaking away from each other just enough to walk the remaining steps towards the bed. Eddie smiled down at Steve as he worked his way up the mattress so his head could rest on the pillows. Even in moments where Eddie's brain was a red hot haze of lust, Steve's adorable nature broke through, kick starting the obnoxious butterflies in his tummy.

Eddie kicked off his own swim shorts before joining Steve on the bed, shaking all but want and need away. He settled between splayed thighs, sighing when he leaned forward and their chests pressed together. The contrast between their bodies never stopped being sexy. Eddie loved the way Steve's thick chest hair brushed against his relatively hairless pecs. While it'd initially been a surprise, Steve being so hairy, Eddie came to appreciate the way it felt under his fingers and tangled tightly within his grasp.

Now that they were flat and pressed together from head to toe, Eddie's earlier desperation started to crawl back to the surface. He ground his hips down in hopes of a little friction, drawing a moan from them both. Eddie looked up with a smirk and repeated the gesture, just to get a rise out of Steve. It worked, too - strong thighs were quick to wrap around his hips. "Is this payback?" Steve asked through panted breaths.

Ignoring the question for a moment, Eddie buried his face into the gap between Steve's neck and shoulder, peppering the skin there with kisses and sucks. He made his way to the shell of Steve's ear, whispering - "not even close, pretty boy." His teeth nipped at the rounded cartilage before Eddie pulled back entirely. "Flip over for me. I'm gonna do something crazy but I know you're gonna love it."

Steve's eyes were wide as he absorbed those words. His lips looked like they wanted to form around words but none came, just panted breaths. Instead, Steve turned over like he was asked, though he kept his eyes peeled over his shoulder, steadily watching Eddie.

Moving to settle between Steve's thighs again, Eddie took in the view before him. Steve's back was strong, his lats and rotator cuff muscles, especially. They shifted with each of Steve's movements, drawing the eye. There was the slightest curve to the bottom of Steve's spine, making the arch of his back look just a little more pronounced. Which left a supple ass that moved as one and gave way to perfectly toned hamstrings. Steve was a goddamn vision Eddie couldn't wait to binge himself on.

Both hands migrated to Steve's hips, where Eddie squeezed lightly. Steve shifted into the touch, subconsciously spreading his legs a little wider. Smiling, both because Steve was like a big house cat and his boy learned so well, Eddie squeezed there once more. His hands continued their journey after that, sliding around the glorious cheeks of Steve's ass to palm the thick muscle there. Eddie used that grip to make room for his nose to trail down Steve's crack. He teased there for a second, tickling the small hairs Eddie loved so much.

Though Eddie was sure Steve wasn't aware of it, the younger boy was pressing back into him, silently and unconsciously begging for more. Eddie was at the point where denying Steve meant denying himself - an entire day of that made it easy to give in and move past teasing. He gently skated the tip of his thumb around Steve's hole, testing the waters.

When Steve didn't pull away or tell him to back off, Eddie redoubled his efforts. He used one hand to keep Steve's cheeks apart while the other reached around to stroke Steve's leaky cock. The distraction was perfect - Eddie dipped his head down to lightly tongue at the puckered entrance while his hand brought undeniable pleasure.

"Fuck, Eddie! That's - " Steve trailed off when Eddie used the thick part of his tongue to lick a solid stripe across his entrance. His voice trickled into heady gasps and a chant of "Eddie" over and over again.

Little by little, with sharp thrusts of his tongue, and taunting licks around the rim, Eddie opened Steve up to him. He kept his hand firmly around Steve's cock, but Steve's shifts back into Eddie did most of the work. Steve ground back into him, then moved forward onto his elbows when the pleasure became too much. When push came to shove, Eddie couldn't decide whether the taste of him or the thought of Steve fucking himself strung him out more. Whatever the answer was, Eddie felt just as close as Steve seemed to be.

Redoubling his effort, Eddie licked and sucked at Steve's hole desperately. His mouth and chin were covered in his own spit, some of it even dripping down onto the bedsheets below him. It was messy business that Eddie enjoyed thoroughly. In all of their time together, Eddie had yet to see Steve give into something physical with so much reckless abandon.

When Steve announced his impending orgasm, Eddie finally turned some attention to himself. His free hand shot down between his legs to grip his neglected erection - even with his fingers around the base squeezing hard, Eddie almost lost himself. He selflessly waited until Steve shouted his name and painted the sheets below himself sticky white. Just that alone was enough to have him spilling, too. No stroking necessary.

As the world righted itself, Eddie stretched out beside a boneless Steve, pulling him close. Though there was still cum on his hand and spit on his chin, Eddie buried himself into Steve, trying to fill up every curve and crevice with his presence, wanting that skin to skin contact. Eddie would never admit to it, but he was a possessive cuddle-monster, especially where Steve was concerned.

The room stayed quiet while their chests stopped their heaving and breaths leveled out. Eddie marveled at the quiet oxygen-carbon dioxide exchange that always came with the slightest whistle through Steve's nose. He leaned into the comfort it provided and was seconds away from falling asleep when Steve's voice stopped him.

"You were right." Steve's tone was gravely and rough, still hoarse from all the moaning and shouts.

Eddie picked up his head, looking at Steve curiously. "About what, pretty boy?"

Steve snorted out a laugh before turning onto his side so their noses brushed. "I did love that."

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