#this is kinda dark but i promise it's gonna be cute in the end

[geekforhorror]

HELLO!! sorry that im literally a fiend for sub!anakin its a problem i fear but idk maybe like femdom!reader teasing ani with a vibrator and then ruining his orgasm ☺️ idk guys maybe 🤸‍♂️

GIRL I FEEL U AND THANK U SM FOR THE REQ

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pairing: rots!anakin x fem!reader

warning(s): SMUT (DNI IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!fem!reader, sub!anakin, jealous reader, anakin being bratty as fuck, use of a vibrator, edging, degradation, orgasm denial.

word count: 1.1k

How did Anakin Skywalker, the chosen one, end up being a complete mess while you were mercilessly teasing him? It was quite simple actually. It all happened because he was simply a needy little thing today. He had been trying to get your attention countless times throughout the day with no avail at first. Quite frankly, you thought it was kinda cute but in a pathetic way. That was before you saw him laughing with Padme. You felt the rage fill your body at that very moment and knew you had to do something about his bratty behavior.

See, you made him think he had gotten away with it when he showed up to your quarters. You pretended you knew nothing about it until you were ready to let him know otherwise. While the two of you were eating dinner, you decided to break the ice.

“So how’s Padme?” you ask him knowingly.

“Why do you ask?” he responds, not knowing why the hell you just brought up Padme.

“Well I saw the two of you having an awfully great time together today,” you say to him, letting him know just how upset you were.

“It was nothing, I promise you,” he said reassuringly.

“See Ani, I’m gonna have to disagree with you on that,” you say adamantly.

“Baby, I pro-“ he says before you cut him off mid sentence.

“I think you wanted me to see that, Ani, considering how needy and bratty you’ve been around me all day,” you say coldly.

“I swear I’m telling the truth,” he said, knowing he was actually trying to get a rise out of you with that stunt.

“You want me, Ani? Is that what you’ve been wanting all day? For me to pleasure you like the whore you are?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

At first he’s too ashamed to give you an answer, but he knew he had to tell you the truth. “Y-Yes,” he pathetically replied.

“Bedroom. Now,” you ordered of him. He walks behind you to the bedroom and you open the door without wasting any time. Once Anakin finally enters the dark room, you push him onto the bed. You are now straddling him with your legs on both sides of his waist, causing contact through the fabric of his pants. Suddenly, you feel him grow hard under you which you couldn’t help but smirk at. So pathetic.

“Look at my pretty boy all worked up over nothing,” you coo, taking in the sight of Ani’s lust-filled eyes, practically telling you to take him out of his misery. However, you had a plan that would make him plead all night long.

“Please I need you…” Anakin says to you.

“Be more specific, baby,” you urge of him.

“Touch me… Please,” he begs of you.

“You mean like this?” you say before teasingly rubbing his erection through the rough fabric of his pants. The contact causes him to let out a breathy moan while also bucking his hips in an attempt to gain more friction. You shake your head at this action of his before pulling your hand away from his erection just as fast as you placed it there.

“Oh, you didn’t really think I was going to touch you like that after how much of a whore you were today, did you? You see, dirty little sluts don’t get a reward like that,” you tut.

“I’m sorry, baby… just wanted you to notice me,” he admits shamefully before earning a playful scoff from you.

“All you had to do was ask me,” you say to Anakin. “Now you get punished,” you continue before getting off his lap, now making your way over to your nightstand. You open the drawer before pulling out a vibrator while shaking it towards him. He realized what you were going to do and it wasn’t going to be pretty.

“You see, you’re going to get touched… just not by me, pretty boy,” you say. Before saying another word, you pull his pants and boxers down to his ankles before you make him step out of them. You took in the sight of his hard cock, which made you more cocky than you’d like to admit, but there was no time for that right now.

You turn on the toy in your hand before stripping him of his tunics, leaving him entirely bare in front of you. Maker, this was going to be fun.

You slowly bring the vibrator toward his cock and apply it on his aching shaft. He lets out a breathy gasp at the sudden pleasure and throws his head back. “So pathetic,” you retort before continuing your tormenting.

“Feels so good..” Anakin lets out.

“You like this don’t you?” you ask your hot mess of a boyfriend.

“Y-Yes,” he says in the most sexy whiny voice you’ve ever heard him speak in.

“How about this?” you say, working the vibrator further up his swollen cock, applying more pressure on his sensitive areas.

“Mmph,” he grunts in ecstasy. The noises he was making for you did nothing but turn you on more than you’d like to admit. You knew it was going to be the death of you when you felt the arousal practically dripping down your thighs. However, you had to focus on punishing him.

“Maker, Ani… You’re such a pretty little thing for me and me only. Remember that,” you say seductively before pressing down on his warm cock.

The pulsing sensation in his dick had been agonizing for him and he felt like he was seeing stars. Plus, your words weren’t helping either. Somehow, it made him even more desperate for you. He knew he couldn’t hold on much longer and you knew too just by the way his cock twitched beneath the toy.

“ ‘S close, baby… Please let me cum,” he moans.

“You wanna cum, my sweet boy?” you ask rhetorically.

“More than anything… Please,” he says raggedly.

You were conflicted. He had been such a good boy for you while taking his punishment, but did he really deserve to cum after the stunt he pulled today? I mean, what kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn’t reinforce the consequences of his slutty actions?

You decide to pull the toy away from his cock, which earns a big frown from Anakin.

“Why’d you do that?” he whines.

“It’s just a reminder to never do something like that again otherwise next time I will edge you all night if you do something like you did today,” you say before walking out of the room, leaving him naked and in shock.

#anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker smut #anakin imagine #anakin smut #anakin skywalker x reader #star wars anakin #star wars fanfiction #star wars #revenge of the sith #hayden christensen

[steviewashere]

Laughter Like a Kiss on the Lips

Rating: General CW: Steve Harrington has Lackluster Parents (Not Terrible, But Not Amazing Either) Tags: Established Relationship, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Dialogue Heavy, Making Promises, Reflecting on the Good Parts of Childhood, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Laughter, Tickling, Ticklish Steve Harrington For the @steddielovemonth prompt: "Love is wanting to know everything about what makes up the person you're in love with, even the difficult stuff."

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They’ve been laying on the carpet of Steve’s living room for the better half of an hour. Sprawled, loose, listening to one another breathe. The day’s been a long one. Early work shifts, car breakdowns, a short and resolved argument. It’s just been rough.

Debriefing usually results in this. Silence and floor. Closed eyes and steady chests. But Eddie, the restless jumble of energy he is, begins to hum. Not something he’d usually go after, at least that’s what Steve believes. Isn’t heavy. Isn’t loud or dark or saturated. Light. Effervescent and warm. Like sun rays cascading through a stain glass window.

It’s almost country, funny enough. Again, at least that’s what Steve thinks it is. He’s not the most versed when it comes to music. Sure, he knows about jazz and pop and early rock, blues and all. He’s aware of all that and some more indie things that Robin likes to shove down his throat when they’re driving out somewhere. But Eddie’s not one to steer far from his usual course, so this humming music he’s got going on, it’s new yet welcomed to Steve.

“That’s new,” he points out.

Eddie stops and his head shifts against the carpet, hair lightly scraping. He’s gonna be a frizzy mess, but Steve adores taking care of it at the end of the day. A questioning hum emanates. But neither of them open their eyes.

“The song you got stuck in your head,” Steve notes, “it’s a new one.”

Chuckling, Eddie mumbles, “Ain’t that new.” Steve hears him turn on his side. His voice closer against the shell of his ear, facing towards him then. “Something from when I was growing up.”

“Wayne like country or something?”

Eddie scoffs. “It isn’t country, Stevie. It’s bluegrass. Different kind of folk, babe.” A hand settles on Steve’s chest. His thumb rubs in circles where Steve’s heart is. “‘Nine Pound Hammer’, but it’s Merle Travis’s version. Mom was from eastern Tennessee, the Appalachian region. Lots of folk songs come from the Appalachian people.”

Steve opens his eyes and lolls his head to look directly at Eddie. They softly smile at each other. “She sing that to you?”

“Yeah, sometimes,” Eddie murmurs. “More so heard it on her records. She wasn’t the best singer, not to speak ill of the dead. But—“ He sucks his teeth. “—Yeah, she’d sing. Dance to it, too. Dad came from Tennessee, too, but moved up to Indiana when he was a little kid. Didn’t stop him from pursuing a failed music career or women. He sang to her, what she liked, played it on his acoustic.”

Steve hums. “Music is your family’s world, isn’t it?”

Eddie chuckles again. “Well, it got my parents together. And they had me. So, it’s kinda like god in a sense. The life bringer.” He sighs. “What about you, Stevie? Got any songs from your childhood?”

Thinking back, no not really. His parents have always been very distant from one another. Not necessarily away from him, but the crumbling of their marriage lead to the rusting of the bridge that connected the three of them. There isn’t any rich storytelling within the Harrington name either. Nothing like a cute little meeting at a bar on the outskirts of town. Or even something where they went from high school rivals to close friends to lovers and then back to strangers.

No, his parents were forced to meet over a business deal meeting. Forced into a marriage neither of them wanted. And they made love in the dark. Steve was conceived in a dark bedroom where only their stuttered breaths could be heard. And they didn’t look after one another. Didn’t take care of each other, not like Steve does with Eddie and Eddie does with Steve.

So he shrugs. “No,” he answers honestly.

“Really?” Eddie incredulously questions, “Nothing at all?” He sits up on one of his elbows, eyes wide down at Steve. “That feels hard to believe.”

“You wanted to know, so I’m telling you. It’s not a pretty story.”

“What isn’t a pretty story? The birth of some song that reminds you of being a little kid?”

“I don’t—There isn’t anything that takes me back to being a little kid. I hated being a little kid. The story’s ugly anyway.”

“Tell me,” Eddie quietly pleads. “Tell me even if it’s shitty, I wanna know.”

He has to really think hard on this. Still, there’s no music. No movies or plays or anything of that nature. Books felt like an obligation, too, when they were teaching him how to read. There was bible study and church Sundays and his starchy, stiff outfit. His mom and her spit slick thumb and his unruly eating habits. Manners taught and hands slapped.

There’s not much good, unfortunately. But, something nice comes to mind.

“My parents didn’t like each other. I don’t think they really knew how to do that,” Steve starts. “I was just kind of a product of that, I guess. Like I was the trophy to complete their gauntlet. They dated and they bought a house and they got engaged and they got married, they had me. Forced dating, though.” He rests his own palm on the back of Eddie’s hand. Scratching dully at his skin. “But, as much as they hated being near one another, there was this one thing they did constantly. That they included me in on.”

Eddie hums. “Sounds promising,” he whispers. “What’d they do, babydoll?”

Steve squeezes Eddie’s wrist. Pulls away and runs his fingers through the ends of Eddie’s curls. “They did each other’s hair. They did my hair, too.” He eyes the frizz that he knew would eventually make itself known. Raking over the pattern of Eddie’s curls. The rough, choppy cut to his bangs. He adores Eddie’s hair. “It was kinda funny. We’d all be topless—sans like my mom’s bra, y’know because the hair would get on our shirts anyway?—and we’d huddle in the downstairs master bathroom. As big as this house is, that room is fucking small.

“I’d sit on the counter. In my sleep shorts, hands wrapped around the soft tummy of this brown teddy bear my mom got me, socks on my feet. Butt on the edge of the sink. Feet kicking around in the open air. I liked to sit in front of my dad.” His hand gently rests on the side of Eddie’s neck, eyes remaining glued to the spot. He’s never shared this before. Kinda wants to remain lost for a while.

Continues, “He has this very thick handlebar mustache. He’s always had it. And as my mom stood behind him—trimming up the top of his head, raking her fingers through with mousse—he’d take his own shears to his ‘stache. Would shape it up, stretch his lips down, raise his eyebrows in focus.

“It made me laugh. And he’d kinda chuckle. But when he was done?”

Eddie’s still smiling at him. He can feel it. His own face must be doing the same. “What’d he do, sweetheart?”

“He’d set his shears to the side and he’d—“ Steve chuckles. “He’d tickle my ribs! The bastard would turn his attention to me, crinkle up his eyes in sadistic laughter, and shove his fingers in my ribs. It was stupid, but I liked it. And obviously, it made me laugh. I used to honk-squeak. Like super loud.” He takes a deep breath, and on the exhale his smile wisps away from him. “It’s the only time we really laughed together. It’s the only time I felt like—Like I was their kid. Not some object to show off. Now I just do my own hair. I miss that time, those feelings,” he quietly admits.

Above him, Eddie gently coos. A soft sound. But when he finally chances a look, there’s a mischievous glint to his eyes. Mirth. In one swift motion, Eddie is straddling his hips, cold hands under Steve’s t-shirt, rucking the clothing up, and jabbing his fingers into his ribs. 

Steve tries to shove his hands away, but can’t help the way he surrenders. Curling in on himself, smile stretching across his face, nose scrunching with his laughter, the kind of laughter that leaves him gasping and honking and squeaking. Just like it was when he was a little boy. The sensation leaves him breathless and squealing, slapping at Eddie’s chest. Still smiling and wonderful when Eddie relents.

“And there he is,” Eddie whispers. “There’s Steve Harrington. Smiling at me all gorgeous. Can’t believe you’re ticklish, baby. That’s adorable.”

A half-hearted slap lands to the center of Eddie’s chest. “I told you that with confidence. Don’t use it against me.”

“Oh, I won’t,” Eddie swears. “Eye for an eye. I gave you my love for bluegrass, you gave me the joy of your laughter.” He leans down into Steve’s space again. His body yin-yang to his own. A hand petting over Steve’s hair. “You know what we get to do now?”

Steve gives him his own questioning hum.

“We get to combine. Make our own good memories. Tell each other our tainted stories. About your insufferable parents and my criminal dad and my long-gone mom. About your cold house and mine that was consumed by fire. I’ll melt your ice, you’ll douse my fire. And we find you a song that’ll remind you of the start of this. And you take care of the frizz in my hair.” He kisses Steve’s forehead. Murmuring against the skin, “I saw you eyeing my ends. You ain’t discreet.”

In response, Steve laughs once more. He sighs and leans up into Eddie’s space, a soft kiss square on his lips. Pulling away, he whispers, “To new beginnings.”

“And to happily ever afters,” Eddie promises.

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[0alanasworld0]

Our Allens <3

How would our boys react to the Barbie Movie?

Warnings: none

♡ Yassine ♡

I imagine that out of the two of you he’d be the first to see the trailer when it comes out.

Like minutes into its release, already in his Youtube recommended 

He was well beyond the age of acting like he was too cool for it

It looked fun and right up your alley

You’re busy with work and he doesn’t close your laptop but he holds his phone over it so you can watch

You’re not too happy with the interruption but he just seems so excited, practically buzzing so you take the phone.

2 minutes and 42 seconds later, you’re up on your feet and buzzing with him

He’s quick to sift through your shared closet for things to wear (before everyone else decided to do it)

He’s got some pink dress shirts so he thinks he’ll be fine but you on the other hand

He’s not impressed by the lack of variety

There’s months before the film comes out but no, you need to be prepared and NOW

Practically dragging you to the mall to look for stuff because there is NO WAY you’re going to this film underdressed

He picks a hot pink skirt and white top that he thinks you would look cute in

He’s got surprisingly good taste, let's just say that and before you even open your purse, he’s paid for it.

As the release date gets closer and closer and more trailers come out, he has a new and even more brilliant idea

All black 

“If you wanted to go to Oppenheimer instead, you could have said!”

He gasps in offence and pulls out the screen-cap that inspired him

“... also what is Oppenheimer exactly?”

“Yassine, I can’t wear a damn tiara!” “Why not?”

You end up having to wear the tiara

You spend about half an hour taking photos in the Barbie box before doing anything

He doesn’t post anything because he never posts anything but you certainly do and it gets reposted onto the Sevilla instagram because it’s just too darn cute

He cries at the Billie Eilish bit but gets over it quickly so you can jam to the Ice Spice remix together

“I promise you that I’m more of an Allen than a Ken, Angel. I would never believe in patriarchy! And I hate horses!” “...” “Okay I don’t hate horses but you get the idea!”

“So do you want to watch oppenheimer?” “Angel, I still don’t know what that is if I’m being completely honest.”

He thought that Barbenheimer was just a cool reference to how well the film was gonna do

“Why is it such a big deal that they come out at the same time? Mamma Mia and the Dark Knight also came out at the same time and no one said anything about that!”

You do end up watching for the sake of it but he’s not feeling it at all.

“Do you think that Cilian Murphy is more attractive than me?” “He could never.” 

He’s quite pleased with that answer and he gets all blushy

He ends up dragging you to the next screen to watch barbie again right after for a ‘palette cleanser’

♡ Abde ♡

You’re definitely the one to push it in this instance

He’s young, like really young, so there is a little bit of an obsession with that macho image

Much less of it since he managed to win you over by letting it go but its still kinda there

Even with that, he may have read a couple of unflattering reviews (obviously from men) so he’s not got the best impression

It doesn’t take you long to convince him at all because the the way your eyes lit up is enough 

He loves the idea of you dressing up all cute for it, happily help you pick an outfit but when you bring up the idea of HIM matching you, he’s not so keen

“Come on! What's wrong with a bit of pink? Most designer men’s clothes have a little bit of it!” “Yeah but that's different!” “Sure (!)” 

You do manage to get his approval of one pink shirt but he’s a little bit sulky the whole way home and you give him the silent treatment for it

He respects your space but he ends up whining to his brother about it which feels like the biggest mistake when his mum overhears it; more of a blessing in disguise to be honest

“That girl puts up with so much of your nonsense and you can’t even put on a pink shirt for her Barbie thing without adding on even more nonsense? Ya Allah, forgive me I’ve raised a wannabe macho idiot for a son!”

His dad ends up overhearing as well and gets to a stern explanation

“In what world is pink girly? It’s a fucking colour, son. Any ‘man’ that associated a colour with being a girl is a west-washed little boy, you wear little necklaces and get an eyebrow slit but you draw the line at pink? I raised you better than that.”

His brother ends up chiming in too.

“Yeah man, it's a little scummy. It’s a pink shirt and two hours of your time, she used to wear that ugly yellow kit happily to matches AND she watches you play video games for way longer than that, and at least a movie might be more entertaining…”

At first he doesn’t really want to believe anything that they’ve said but he spends the evening pondering over it, only feeling more and more guilty and time passes by

“I’ll just watch it with my friends, it's fine!” but you’re obviously disappointed, he can see it written on your face and you don’t give him time to say anything as you walk away

He spends a good hour going back and forth with you about that, eventually just wrapping you up tight in his arms and apologising over and over again

“Pleeeeeeeeeeaaase take me! It’ll be fun, I swear! I’m a fun guy, am I not?” “You’ve changed your tune.”

“My parents didn’t raise a west-washed little boy, did they?” you don’t know what that means but you can’t really ask with your face pressed up against his neck.

“Should I grow out the eyebrow slit?” 

You find the strength to pull away from him with that suggestion, “YES!” 

To add to the apology, he lets you do his nails but refuses to let you push at his cuticles

Not that you need to do that anyway because his nails are beautifully shaped and you LOVED being able to paint them

He does indeed make it a fun experience when you go out for it and you get some really cute photos together

He spends a while getting photos of you in the booth on your own because you looked so damn adorable

During the film, he keeps pointing out the outfits he thinks would look good on you… so basically everything.

He’s intrigued by the giant fur coat but you immediately put a stop to that

“But look! it's so-” “Ugly! Looks like a freshly killed polar bear rug!”

By the end of the movie, you're both in tears and he gives you the biggest hug he can manage when you leave the theatre.

Its a genuine eye-opener for him

“I’m such a Ken, anjo!”

It's his awakening: he didn’t really like acting all hard and cool anyway and now he had a better understanding of just how dumb that mentality was.

Constantly talking about “boyfriend-girlfriend” things

You didn’t mind but you wished he would stop referring to it as that because you wanted him in all his glory and you didn’t need to be laughing in the middle of it.

♡ Hakim ♡

Its a cute little moment where you swap phones to show each other the trailers

He’s definitely more intrigued by Oppenheimer but he’s happy to watch barbie with you

Of course, so long as you watch Oppenheimer with him

Like Yassine, well beyond acting too cool for a movie and the colour pink

Your outfits match and are a mix of pink and black so you can really get into the spirit of the occasion

You match clothes quite often but it still makes him smile when you get excited and scan over the outfits

He honestly just liked doing stuff with you and vice versa

He’s not really bothered by what anyone thinks of him anymore

You watch Oppenheimer first and he can’t help but point out the things he told you about when he explained the movie to you

He has some of his own critiques and gripes too

He’s not impressed when he sees the American flag nor is he happy with the nudity but he’s okay with the film, overall.

Surprisingly enough, he was actually quite excited for barbie. 

You had explained every little detail from the trailers and the underlying themes and easter eggs and he supposed that at least 1 live adaptation was ready to be faithful

You’re the more energetic watcher while he’s just extremely focused

Like his eyes don’t leave the screen once, he looks to be in deep thought

Although there is some palpable shock when Barbie is called a fascist

You’re worried when he hasn’t said anything by the end of the film, fearing that he was gonna be one of those

“Men really suck, huh?” 

Big relief and you agree with a laugh

You spend ages talking about the little intricacies in the movies and the deeper messages, from when you get back into the car and well into the evening

He does post a little thing on his story: a blurry photo of the two of you

His brothers do tease him a little bit but they’d all watched it with their partners too and they were all in agreement: it was fantastic

They acted cool and stoic critics about it on the outside but the excitement on the inside was still evident

You pointed out one of the dresses from the movie that you loved, thinking he wasn’t paying attention but alas

He goes above and beyond to find a replica and eventually just settles on a tailor to make you a custom one

He has your measurements because he’s bought plenty of custom pieces for you already and he wouldn’t stand for anything less than perfection

If he was picky for himself, imagine how h would be for the love of his life

He gets a little slap-happy with it and ends up ordering like 4 custom outfits for you instead of one

He wondered about whether he should save them for special occasions but he concluded that he just couldn’t wait

I imagine you coming back from a long day at work and the outfits are laid out, in their garment bags 

You assume that he maybe got himself some new jackets or something because that's pretty common for him

When you unzip the bags and obviously you’re surprised

“Do you like them?” “I mean yeah but… what?”

He can’t wait for you to process anything and he’s hurrying you to try it all on

Obviously you look absolutely stunning and the way he’s looking at you has you all nervous: partly because he always just looked at you like you hung the moon and stars but also you were slightly concerned that he was seconds away from tearing it off you

“Oh god, you’re such a barbie…” he knows exactly how big of a compliment that is, your beloved allen

♡ Nayef ♡

He definitely isn’t at Yassine and Hakim’s point where image isn’t that big of a deal but he’s an absolute sweetheart

Genuinely so positive and joyful, in that sense there’s a unique maturity about him

You call him over to watch the trailer with you and he doesn’t really understand but matches your excitement when you point out the little details

I feel like he would be doing a lot of his own research too, those youtube videos of people analysing the trailer frame-by-frame become his new obsession

I imagine he’d be getting into a lot of arguments on his burner twitter account with the bitter men trying to tear it down

He doesn’t care at all, he’s going to see barbie with you the first chance he gets and he’s going to find a matching outfit somewhere

You assumed he’d just find a pink shirt but no, he spends ages sifting through the internet for a ken inspired outfit that he could replicate and a barbie outfit for you, pink would not suffice on its own, you were gonna go all out with some proper references

He’s definitely the most Allen-esque of the boys, that's for sure

Proudly posts a photo of the pair of you on his story and your matching outfits with the reference on the side

He does get a lot of praise online for it for being so “brave” but he sees it as the bare minimum and doesn’t quite understand why it's such a big deal

Somehow he’s more excited than you at the theatre

And he somehow knows even more finer details than you as well, it’s kind of jarring

He LOVES the music and knows all the lyrics because he’s been listening to the album non-stop

He is in tears from America Ferrara’s beautiful speech

Constantly looking over at you like you’re a champions league trophy

The switch from emotional billie eilish to the upbeat ice spice remix is a bit of a shock but he just goes with it because at the end of the day, he’s having the time of his life with the movie

“You know I would love you no matter what, right?”

“Like you ARE extraordinary and perfect in every way but even if in some bizarro universe where you weren’t, I bet I would still be obsessed with you.”

And you fully believe him because he would drop anything and everything for you, no doubts in your mind whatsoever

I feel like he’d be so cheesy when you leave the theatre, like he’s carrying you to the car bridal style 

He would also refer to the deed as “boyfriend-girlfriend stuff” for months

He would be dragged to Oppenheimer with his friends but he comes back home too you and he looks far from impressed

“Well it certainly wasn’t Barbie, I know that much!”

not my usual style but i just thought headcannons would be a better format since i got requests for all of them! i hope u enjoy, lovelies <3

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[onboardsorasora]

Needed a break from all my WIPs and wrote this little holiday bit. It's set in what I'm now going to call the 'Relaxed & Happy Verse' and this AU is going to be only happy fluffy established relationship drabbles. slices of life if you will. This is the same verse as the Love Letters fluff prompt.

Here are the previous fics in this verse.

Christmas Shopping.

Max leaned back into Daniel’s chest, staring proudly over at the Christmas tree the other had insisted on. This was their first Christmas here at home in Monaco. The first one where they weren’t jetting off to be with the other’s family. It wasn’t planned, it kinda just happened that way and Max couldn’t find it in himself to be mad.

This meant that they actually had to put effort into celebrating. The first step was agreeing to decorate the apartment. They argued about the tree– what size, what shape, even the colour. Then they argued about the coloured theme to decorate the tree. It was then they both realized how truly out of the loop they were when it came to actually making a home Christmassy.

So they went to a store and just picked things up that caught their eye. There was no rhyme or reason, no theme or plan. In the end their tree looked beautiful in Max’s opinion. They had unconsciously agreed to not go over the top, so there was still a lot of ‘tree’ to be seen. It was very them but in a simple way.

They didn’t decorate the rest of the apartment, not really. They got a wreath for the front door and Daniel saw some cute tea towels with Christmas puns on them. But outside of that, the tree was the focal point.

Daniel tilted his neck so that his cheek rested Max’s head. He kissed the crown of his head and pulled him closer.

“I have an idea for presents.” Daniel began ominously. Max peeked up at him curiously. “Ok hear me out.”

“Go on.”

“So– well firstly. Are we gonna do that thing where we agree not to buy each other a gift but then buy multiple gifts and like just hand them to each other and not wait til actual Christmas day? Or do you wanna like have everything be a surprise on one day? Because if you do…..”

Max snorted as Daniel’s speech got faster the more he got excited. It was a good thing he was an expert at translating Daniel’s brain trains. 

“Do you want us to wait until Christmas morning to open presents?” Max asked instead.

“Uh, yeah. I think it’ll be fun.”

“Then we’ll do that.” Max said it like it was simple. Because it was.

“Ace! Okay! Then that means we have officially entered an embargo on buying things for ourselves. Lock the doors! Blare the sirens! The embargo has begun!” Daniel cupped his hands around his mouth for his voice to echo around the room. Max laughed heartily at his antics. 

This would be their second ever shopping embargo. The first one happened when Victoria gave birth to Lio and Michelle to Isabella and they both had just been sending gifts without even thinking about it. Grace had to call to put a stop to it. They embargoed for four whole months. It was a dark time.

“Ok, now what?” Max leaned onto the arm of the couch so he could see Daniel properly while he laid out the plan. He lifted his feet to rest in Daniel’s lap and Daniel immediately dropped his palm to circle Max’s ankle.

“Right! So.” Daniel grinned. “Now, we figure out whatever gifts we wanna get and we buy them. BUT like, they have to be a secret. Like we have to promise to not like search for them or go poking at them when they're under the tree. Deal?” He held out his pinky and Max eyed him seriously for a minute before hooking his own pinky around Daniel’s.

“Deal. Of course we’ll both be here the whole time, Daniel.” He said it clearly like Daniel hadn’t considered that fact. Daniel grinned a wolfish grin.

“Oh Maxy Max. That's the best part!” He rubbed his palms together deviously. “So like, literally use everything to your advantage. If you need to lock me out onto the patio and close the blinds while you wrap, just like give me some water and my phone charger yeah?”

Max gave a confused eyebrow lift and Daniel continued.

“Yeah like for this to work, we actually have to play along- suspend our disbelief, pretend we’re in a play and there's a backstage or whatever. We’re both gonna be here almost the whole time so there's not many opportunities to sneak shit. So yeah, if you ask me to lock myself in the bedroom so you can go pick up whatever and take your time to put it under the tree. I’ll be in the bedroom, headphones on– music on loud. Until you let me out.” He shrugged. 

“Ok. I think I got it. Deal.” Max affirmed and Daniel’s answering smile was as blinding as it was mischievous. What had he gotten himself into?

– - –

Max had gotten lucky within a week of their deal. Daniel needed to fly to the Factory for some last minute set up testing before everyone closed down for the holiday. He’d been able to take his time and picked out a gift he knew Daniel would find hilarious and fall in love with.

Max wrapped the box with Sassy’s management and hid it in one of his suitcases in the storage closet. He then ended up buying two more things, deciding they would make perfect dummy gifts and set them for delivery.

Daniel had come back with a flourish, announcing that he had bought Max’s gift and it was on its way. Max had shaken his head fondly. Daniel was enjoying this thoroughly– Max was too, but Daniel was seemingly brimming with excitement about the whole process.

That excitement reached a peak one afternoon. Max was on stream with the Redline boys, playing one of the geography games where Gianni kept lessening the amount of time every round, when Daniel came barrelling into the sim room.

He dipped into the frame and waved to the camera before plucking the headset off of Max’s head. Max’s complaints were heard in the background even while Enzo and Crane both dissolved into giggled and Gianni tried to calm the chat from asking Daniel a barrage of questions. They knew he was only here to cause chaos and leave.

“Hey boys! Can you do me a favour real quick? I need you guys to keep Max distracted for like 30 minutes.”

“Daniel! You can’t just–” Max was laughing in the background, his glee broadcasting for everyone.

“The rules are that I can use whatever is at my disposal!” Daniel argued. “Thanks guys! Hey chat!” Daniel waved and deposited the headset back on Max’s head and left the room. Leaving Max to deal with the fall out while Daniel wrapped whatever gift he’d bought.

“Mate the chat is going crazy, you’re gonna need to give us something here.” Bennett couldn’t keep his grin off of his face. Max sighed in the most fake, put-upon way. They all knew he was extremely private with his relationship– for obvious reasons. It wasn’t as if they weren’t out or open, but they were both very private people. 

“Ok ok! I’ll answer three questions. Make them good Crane.”

“Why give Crane the power?” Gianni complained.

“Because he’s gonna choose shit questions.” Max grinned mischievously into the camera.

“Ok got it. First question Maxy Taxi.” Crane steepled his fingers and raised an eyebrow in a poor evil villain imitation.

“Oh boy.” Bennett couldn’t hold back his giggles.

“First question. What the fuck was all that about?” The group laughed loudly and Max covered his face in his hands.

“I think my Christmas gift just came and of course he wants to make sure I don’t see it.”

“That’s a bit over the top mate.” Gianni pointed out.

“Daniel’s a bit over the top, mate.” Crane shrugged as if it all made sense to him.

“I mean– we are under embargo. Shocking, right?” Max announced to the surprise of the group who nodded sagely, remembering him complaining about the last embargo. 

“OG chat knows.” Enzo piped up.

“That counts as a second answer by the way. So one more!” Max cackled when everyone started arguing loudly into their mics.

“Ok ok ok! Fine, last question. What did you get him?” Crane asked.

“Of course I’m not telling you! Then it’ll end up all over the internet and spoil the surprise.” Max snorted, thoroughly enjoying how everyone started ganging up on Crane for the silly question. He didn’t even realize the door to the sim room finally opened until after all the games were done.

“Am I allowed to come out?” He called out into the hallway tentatively. Sassy rubbed her body around his shins.

“Yup! You’re free to go!” Daniel called from what seemed like the kitchen. Max walked into the living room and snorted a laugh. Daniel cackled from the kitchen at his response. 

The tree was dwarfed by a large wrapped box leaned up on the wall beside it. It was comical.

“It's just a small gift you know? Something tiny that I saw and thought of you.” Daniel’s grin was so wide it was almost manic. It was clear how proud of himself he was. Max couldn’t help but grin back, hopeless against Daniel’s joy.

“Daniel, you told me it was ‘ornament sized’!” Max laughed breathlessly as he looked at the tree.

“Max, it's so tiny! Look at it getting lost by the tree, you’ll never know it was there if I didn’t point it out to you.”

They laughed for a bit before Daniel’s grin got smug. “Well it seems like I’m in the lead Maxy Max. My gift for you is already here. I’m what you call prepared with a capital P.”  Daniel folded his arms and nodded his head. All cocky and self-satisfied.

Max rolled his eyes and looked down at Sassy who seemed to be sharing his reaction to Daniel. He’d had a plan, to present the dummy gifts (that actually were small) before bringing the original gift out with a flourish. But Max was nothing if not a competitive asshole who loved to win. So he smirked at Daniel before turning and walking back down the hallway.

“Max?” Daniel called curiously, hearing the sound of a door opening and shuffling. His eyes widened comically when Max re-entered the room with a large box and placed it gently under the tree. 

“Actually Daniel. Your gift, of course, has been here.” Max’s lips quirked upwards as Daniel rewarded him with a breathless laugh, complete with a clap and little hop.

“That's the spirit Maxy!” Daniel walked across the room and pulled Max into his arms. Max was curious as to the nature of Daniel’s gift, but he truly didn’t care. Because this was already one of the best Christmases they’d ever shared.

“I love you, Daniel.” Max murmured, feeling warm all over.

“I love you too, Maxy Max.” Daniel planted a wet kiss on his cheek that had Max dipping his head into Daniel’s shoulder, blushing wildly. Even after all this time.

#Sorry if it dragged on and on #I just needed this out of my head lol #maxiel #max/daniel #maxiel fic #happy relaxed au #relaxed happy

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - OMG PLEASE STOP SINGING

May 2023 Wk 2 

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Step By Step (Thai Tues WeTV & Gaga) ep 4 of 10 (MDL still says 12, but Gaga still says 10) - Jeng trying to improve himself so awkwardly is kinda sweet. I love that Bruce it here & queer! Yay! Chot is my favorite but Pat is my spirit animal, I always sniff people’s bath products. Jeng looking at Pat in the suit = hello, future husband. The irony of Pat running around trying to find Jeng’s weakness, when it’s clearly him. Also WASH YOUR HANDS & NO SINGING. 

La Pluie (Sat iQIYI) ep 3 of 10 - still loving this one, enjoyed seeing the seme’s side of the meat cute. The miscommunication seems properly vested (although we may be manipulated by the visuals into thinking it’s kissing when it isn’t). But so far I am all in. Also killer chemistry with the leads already. My catnip. BUT... NO SINGING! 

Our Skyy 2 (Vise Versa) eps 7-8 - Each day of the month is a BL trope? That jives. The kid was a fun plot twist - if he had been real and not a lie. I chortled a lot and all the domesticity was nice, but I wasn’t surprised when it was all Pluen lying again. Once a liar, always a liar. Could Jimmy please play a better character next time? Also. NO SINGING. 6/10

Pastsenger (Thai Weds Gaga) ep 10 of 12 eps - Amnesia just makes me feel like we backslid and all the previous work of watching 9 eps is for naught. And it was WORK with this show. At least it only lasted one episode, but still, they’re gonna use it to continue the rift? Sigh. 

A Boss and a Babe (Fri YouTube) ep 11 of 12 - As much as I dislike these characters being constantly betrayed by the narrative, I really do love Cher. A sunshine sweetheart who is actually a decent honest human, who’s not ashamed of his love or his personality, it’s really rare and admirable on screen. I have to give B&B props for this character, if nothing else. And there is nothing else. This was possibly one of the stupidest episode 11 dooms ever fielded. And I do not say that lightly.

The Promise (Thai Weds YT & WeTV) ep 8 of 10 - This show has got to stop dwelling on the separation, every time they do it it just makes Phu look worse. I legitimately didn’t think that was possible. I LOVE Party so much. Not only is he a good friend, and probably an excellent boyfriend, he’s a great businessman. Khun is lovely too. Happy to have him win Nan’s heart. Really, anyone but Phu. Also Nan = an ace who collects hotties everywhere he goes? Props baby. 

House of Stars (Thai Mon iQIYI) ep 2 of 12 - Very soap - kinda creepy, too long pauses, bloated cast, and utter confusion. Odd. The captions are insane, one name can (and will) be spelled 3 different ways. It’s a VAST cast and I can only really identify 3 characters: 1. the actor with the (beard?) gf who’s a suspiciously militant ally, 2. The oldest actor in the house with dark traumatic past, 3. The adorable evil femme who needles everyone. I might drop this show, I’m only really still watching bc it’s the only BL airing on Monday. Also: NO SINGING

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Our Dining Table AKA Bokura no Shokutaku (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 6 of 10 - I’ve been waiting for this chapter. It’s one of my favorites from the manga. 

Love Mate (Korea Thurs Viki) eps 3-4 of 8 - Aggressive flirting or stalking? These 2 give Lovely Writer vibes. Honestly, I never thought Korea would go so very old school yaoi. Also went quickly to a high heat place I wasn’t expecting (but Japan would). 50% for a sex scene is very gay but wild for a KBL. If this were Strongberry it would’ve ended on this episode and I would’ve been fine with it. Now what? 4 eps of boyfriends? That’s cool but what is this crazy surreal BL world I am living in?

Happy Merry Ending (Korea Thurs Gaga) eps 5-6 of 8 - Honestly, Korea, does it always have to be a love triangle? Always? Anygay, timid tsundere & confident sunshine is an interesting match. They’re sweet together, almost kindly. I like the calm ache of this pair. At first I thought it would be too much like Love Mate, but they’re completely different. I really want someone to punch the CEO ex, oh goodie! Battle of the hyungs. 

Vian the series (Vietnam YouTube ) - very in line with the my cat boyfriend tradition but honestly how can any human look like that? He truly myst be a cat. 

The Day I Loved You (Pinoy YouTube) eps 4-5 of 10 - It’s cute. They’re cute. Truth comes out when locked in a bathroom. Yay a new pinoy BL I actually like for a change. It’s been a LONG time. However BOOO for the doomy  “I want to be remembered, are you dying”. But a nicely dramatic midpoint. 

Naked Dinner AKA Zenra Meshi (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 5 of 12 - How can he be so completely unaware of how in love he is? Ah well, I suppose we aren’t yet half way through and it’s one of THOSE JBLs. In yaoi half the time you are husbands before you even confess you like the other person. 

It is unfair for a real live human to be this beautiful. We talking Hunjin-level unfair. WTF Vietnam? Why you gotta broadside us like this? 

It’s Airing But ...

Love Syndrome (Thai Sat WeTV) stopped at ep 2 of 12 - I’m just not into any aspect of it (except Lee Long Shi) - saving to binge if the end is solid.

Venus in the Sky (Sat YouTube) pilot/tester?) 0 of 10 - not entirely sure what’s up with this one distribution-wise, but the pilot was classic university-set pulp. I hope it happens because the leads are cute with good chemsitry and I thought it was fun. However, this pilot holds together as its own little short too.

Stormy Honeymoon (Vietnam)

My Story (Pinoy Sat YouTube) ep 4 of 10 - I bounced.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Star Struck (Korea iQIYI) ostensibly starts Thursday but icky is being janky about it, so we shall see - A boy has had a crush on his childhood friend for a long time. Stars Zuho (Kpop SF9 - noted good egg) opposite rookie actor Kim In Sung (the one with the crush).

Happy Merry Ending and Boss & Babe both end. Be My Favorite will be taking the GMMTV Fridgay time slot. 

Coming in May 2023:

5/26 Be My Favorite prev title: You Are My Favorite (Thai YouTube) Adapted JittiRain y-novel (2gether, FUTS, ToL, Vice Versa) one of those “rewrite the past to change the future.” Stars Krist (SOTUS) + Fluke Gawin (DBK, Not Me). Expect this to be v low heat, full of LIES and manipulation. 

5/27 The Luminous Solution (Thai ????) 10 eps - Thana is having trouble at work and in his relationship. He can't seem to catch a break. So he makes a wish to change everything. The wish has a price.

5/27 Takumi-kun Series 6: Nagai Nagai Monogatari no Hajimari no Asa (Japan) - NO ONE ASKED FOR THIS (but that has never stopped Japan before) and no, I have no idea where to get it, why would I ?????  (Say it with me everyone: Oh Japan, must you?*)

* At least I never have to tell Japan to stop singing. Small mercies. 

2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED)

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

House of Cards. I like this character. I don’t have any idea who he is or why he’s so militant of an ally but I still like him. 

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH JUST LEAVE ME ALONE. (Vice Versa’s Our Skyy eps) 

Preach, sweetheart.

Yes, please and thank you. (Both Boss & Babe) 

(last week)

Current Kpop earworm? ONEUS - ERASE ME, I like the concept (suits! corset! kinky!) and it’s catchy enough

#this week in BL #bl news #BL gossip #upcoming BL #new BL #best BL #BL reviews #korean bl #thai bl movie #Japanese BL #live action yaoi #Rakutan Viki #gagaoolala #GMMTV #pinoy bl #Vietnamese bl #Step By Step #La Pluie #Our Skyy 2 #vise versa the series #Pastsenger #A Boss and a Babe #House of Stars #Bokura no Shokutaku #Happy Merry Ending #Vian the series #The Day I Loved You #Zenra Meshi #Star Struck #ONEUS

[aita-blorbos]

[AITA for not wanting to save some lady I met less than 6 hours ago who almost got me eaten by a huge snake?]

So I [18M] have been wandering for a long while looking for Giacomo [50M? i think?] to kill him for killing my grandfather. I end up on this one rustic island and get knocked out, this doctor saves me and gets me back on my feet. But I'm still pretty focused on the "killing Giacomo" thing, y'know?

So when I go to leave the village after promising the mayor I wouldn't go into the obviously super evil woods (To be fair I wasn't gonna until he said something) I see this blond chick with two bodyguards head towards the evil forest. I don't like to think I'm super nosy, but she seemed weird so I followed. I was gonna go that way anyway.

When I get to the forest, she's already super deep inside. I fight off bats and firecats (annoying) to go deeper into the woods. Things are creepy already, and then I hear some girlish scream. Cool (not).

I run over and bash a beast in the face and turns out Blondie [17F] is the only survivor of her and her bodyguards. We work together to kill the big ass monster trying to kill us BOTH now (plus its horns are pretty valuable if I sell 'em. Too bad Blondie got on my case about it...). She and I talk for a while, I say I'm gonna go, she says wait no come with me blah blah. I'm like, uh fine? But at least take the useful shit off your bodyguards and don't put it to waste! How'd they like it if you died because you didn't wanna take their old magnus? Girl's some kind of stupid, probably. She gives me a bad look but sends their souls off with a prayer (I mean, I feel a little bad...) and we keep going deeper into the forest cuz she says she needs to find something in here. Okay? So weird.

We get all the way to this spooky pond when her weird necklace starts glowing. It shoots a beam of light at the water and it becomes dark and starry. I'm a little freaked out, I'm about to leave because what the hell is she doing, but then a huge water dragon snake thing rips itself out from this tiny pond and attacks us. Cool.

We beat its ass and it drops a weird golden card. I pick it up (obviously?? It might be valuable!) and I get this really weird and awful feeling and these like... light projections of birds fly out from the card and into the sky in all directions. I drop it after she yells at me and I jump away from the water. She takes it (and somehow it doesn't get weird for her????? okay. cool. ugh.) and we're about to leave when Giacomo's empire soldiers drop from the fucking sky, kidnap Blondie, I try to help (I'm not the worst dude ever), I get knocked over the head with a gun and I'm out.

I wake up a few hours later and my head hurts and this bird is squeaking at me. It's Meemai, kinda cute, kind of an asshole. He jumps in my cloak as I get up and I ask my Guardian Spirit what I should do.

(TL;DR for people not from Mira, it's a spirit that helps me with stuff who only talks to me. Weirdly, Blondie also heard it. Whatever.)

The Spirit goes "Go save Blondie!" and I resist. That girl has been NOTHING but trouble! She got me knocked out, tossed around by TWO massive monsters, and now my Spirit wants to go save her? So what, she can get me into MORE trouble? I will be going to where she is being kept to kick Giacomo's ass, but I'm not gonna stick my neck out for some stranger.

AITA? My Spirit says I am, but my Spirit isn't the only person with an opinion in the world.

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

[cassifictional]

Hi! I went bra and underwear shopping recently at this kinda fancy store where they like, measure your chest so you get a perfect fit etc. I was wondering if I could get a few headcannons with Sevika and her gf where reader goes bra shopping and Sevika is kinda grumpy like "I don't wanna go this is stupid. >:/" But after seeing reader trying on bras is like "Wait, this isn't so bad... 😏" (I feel like this generally gives off NSFW vibes from the beginning, so NSFW is very welcomed. 😌)

I love this. Sevika being a grump because she’s forced to go shopping but then changing her mind when she realizes that there's more than just carrying bags and looking at pieces of cloth.

18+, nsfw. mdni please.

Whenever you go shopping with Sevika, you try to get the most out of it. She doesn’t like to go shopping all that much so you practically have to drag her out of the house or alternatively, bribe her.

When you first visited the new bra shop you had noticed a few days prior, she was already grumpy from all the shopping you had forced her to do beforehand.

Maybe the reason she came along this time was because you had promised her something special.. you would visit a fun shop. Which certainly intrigued her..

She probably thought you’d take her to a sex shop lmao

Her first reaction would be something akin to “oh for fuck’s sake, not more clothes” when arriving at what was very much not the kind of shop she had been hoping for.

But when she realizes what kind of shop she’s now inside of.. she’s having a change of heart. As much as she hates clothes shopping, even she cannot pretend to be distracted by all the underwear surrounding her.

Usually when you’re shopping with her, you’ll show her just about any piece of clothing you think looks cute. And her reactions usually don’t go much further than a “yeah looks nice” or “..no.”

Suddenly she’s a whole lot more invested though. Actually giving suggestions on bras that she thinks would look good on you. Colors that she likes, ones with little accessories, etcetera.

But she finds the salesperson constantly trying to help and assist you a bit annoying. Like she wants this to be a private experience, which bra shops are just.. not. At least not for you and a s/o. There’s always a random third person who kinda just needs to measure your tits.

Sevika’s especially annoyed when they eventually take you to one of the changing rooms to get some measurements.

To your embarrassment, she’s watching them like a hawk. The salesperson would try to keep her outside but at some point Sevika would be fed up and demand to be let in. Or rather, she just enters. The salesperson is smart enough to realize that you don’t try to oppose a woman like Sevika.

And can you blame her? You’re putting on some of the most beautiful bras she’s ever seen and she isn’t allowed to be there for the show?

At some point, the salesperson kinda vanishes. Turns out Sevika promised to buy ten sets in exchange for some well-deserved privacy.

At first you think she’s just gonna have a quickie with you in the dressing room, but she would make it a little more elaborate than that.

She would make you give her a little bit of a show, trying on all the bras in the room one by one. Until she settles on her favorites. There’s a dark red one with black lace and matching panties and a pastel pink set with white lace.

Whichever one fits your vibe the best. But she loves both of them. In fact, she’s gonna stay true to her word and buy all ten sets currently in the changing room with you.

Needless to say you still end up having a quickie right then and there.

She’s careful not to get the bra and the panties dirty. At least while you’re still in the store, of course.

Maybe she’ll even be nice enough to be quiet about it so the whole store doesn’t hear you. Or maybe not, if she’s feeling extra mean after being dragged through a thousand stores by you that day.

Back home, she’ll make you model all the bras again. It’s like her own private fashion show.

This time though, you don’t have to worry about who else might be hearing your moan and scream her name. The neighbors are used to it by now.

She’ll probably have to buy you a replacement bra soon though, because one thing is for sure.. it is not staying intact after that night.

Some mild nsfw for you, best I can do right now lol

#arcane #sevika #arcane sevika #sevika x reader #sevika x female reader #sevika x y/n #sevika x you #arcane x reader #arcane imagine #arcane imagines #cat writes

[luukeskywalker]

If you're ok with it, deezstral with #74?

I AM ABSOLUTELY OKAY WITH IT AND UNFORTUNATELY THIS MIGHT BE FUNNY ONLY TO ME BUT C'EST LA VIE

the song is Elephant Bones by That Handsome Devil and at first i considered some sort of apocalypse au, but i think what i went with instead was much more fun for me to write:

“If you had to be stuffed and put on display in a museum like this, what pose would you want to be stuck in?” 

Vurows looked at Zistral with wide eyes. “Are you offering?” 

“Um, no.” Zistral shrugged. “The thought just came to me.” There was a pause as Zistral thought about Vurows’s reaction. “Did you think I was flirting with you?” 

“I…don’t know. You said the word ‘stuffed’ so I – well –” 

This was not an appropriate discussion to be having in public, but that was nothing new for the two of them. Other museum-goers walked quickly past them, averting their eyes and ears. 

“I mean, I didn’t mean it in a flirty way. I was just thinking–” 

Honestly, what had he been thinking? Sometimes thoughts, questions, even ideas came to him almost as if from somewhere else. Maybe it was a leftover effect of his days as a sky-walker, or maybe it had something to do with how he got his third sight back. But he always felt as if there was something out there watching him, or guiding him, or just straight-up controlling him. 

None of that really mattered at the moment though. For once, they were having a museum date to themselves, and the galaxy wasn’t actively ending due to certain other party members’ propensity for senseless violence. They stood in front of one of those large displays that showed a few taxidermied animals posed around their appropriate environment, and Zistral got a long look at some unidentified feline creature’s yawning mouth and sharp tusks. He felt a shiver run up his spine. 

“When I was an Inquisitor, there was this weird museum-thing that – uh, well, honestly it was kinda dark. Literally and metaphorically, cuz it was not very well lit in there. But there were some, umm, deceased Force users all propped up in there. Someone had to have posed them, right?” 

Vurows frowned thoughtfully. “I wonder if I could do that to Thevaro. Maybe we could keep him as a trophy after I kill him.” His face scrunched up a bit after thinking about it a little longer. “Actually, nevermind. I don’t think there’d be much left to pose. And also I don’t like looking at him.” 

“That is so not the point I am trying to make, but I appreciate the creativity, thank you.” Zistral squeezed Vurows’s hand a little and turned back to the museum display. “Please don’t kill him, also.”

“No promises.” 

Zistral felt a stress headache coming on. “Well let’s not think about all that right now. I think if I died and had to be a museum display, I’d want to be posed like, peeking out from under a cardboard box, so you can only see my eyes or something.” 

“I’m not letting the museum keep you.” Vurows said quickly. “I’ll steal you back.” 

“Oh,” Zistral said, “I kind of figured we were gonna die together and like, get donated at the same time or something. Like maybe we’re both under the box, I dunno.” 

The thought was romantic…to him, at least. Two of his favorite things. “Maybe we’re in a Dagobah display or something and they’ll import some swamp water in and we’re both posed like we’re drinking it.” 

Vurows gagged. 

Zistral sighed. “Okay, I’m the only one drinking it. What would you be doing?” 

“I can’t believe you would choose to be drinking swamp water forever over being in a cute pose with me.” Vurows looked like he was about to get moody. 

But – how could you ask Zistral to choose between his two great loves?!

“I mean, we’re both in the Dagobah display together, right? We can splash around in the swamp, or maybe we’re training behind Yoda’s hut, or something.” 

“Hmm…or something.” Vurows raised a brow as he considered the options. “I don’t think our display would be allowed in this museum.” 

Wait. Was he implying– 

“I am not letting someone pose my pussy.” Zistral said. 

“But you let me–” 

So much for a museum date. They were told in no uncertain terms to never come back.

#irizi'stra'lias #kivu'row'spar #deeztral #spoiler alert deez's real name is vurows DKJHFGDF #my writing #writing meme #ct-hardcase #ask

[thatfanfictionchick]

Kicked out by my own bad choices

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Ace x f!Reader

Rating: 18+; Explicit

Warnings: Ace is kinda jealous; Akin to voyeurism (others sleeping in the same room); Vaginal fingering; Vaginal intercourse;

Word count: 2495

Notes: JUST SAYING what if Jack didn't come and the reader took up Ace's offer back in book 3 to go stay with him in Heartslabyul? 👀

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You were thrilled when Ace and Deuce showed up as the Leeches were kicking you out of your house, even more thankful that Riddle was willing to let you stay at the Heartslabyul dorm for a few days. Cater gave you some extra blankets and Trey promised to make breakfast in the morning and Riddle reminded you not to wake the other students before sending you on your way.

The other two students who shared the room were fast asleep. It was after midnight, after all. The moonlight coming through the window was all you had to work with, the thin crescent in the sky providing what it could through the open drapes. The four of you spoke in hushed whispers, moving quietly to the far end of the room.

"They're pretty heavy sleepers, but still." Ace said quietly after refusing Grim’s request to turn on a lamp.

"Do you want to make a bed on the floor or - ?" Deuce started.

"We're not gonna make 'em sleep on the floor!" Ace interrupted. "But, Grim should probably bunk with Deuce. I move around a lot in my sleep and he might get kicked around otherwise."

"Oh but you're cool with kicking me around." you teased.

"You can take it," Ace said with a wink. You smiled and shook your head before ducking into the adjoining bathroom. It was communal so you changed at top speed, throwing on a pair of shorts and a faded t-shirt. By the time you came out Deuce was already in bed, somewhat surprised by Grim curling up behind his knees and almost immediately falling asleep.

"He's a talker, you have fun with that." you said with a giggle.

You noticed the window above Ace's bed was partially open. He brushed it off, saying you'd be surprised by how hot the room could get.

Ace let you climb into bed first, waiting until you were comfy to fit into the remaining space. "Wow," you remarked. "You guys got it good, your beds are so quiet. Mine sounds like a rusty spring convention."

"Oh, I'm aware." Ace said with a sad little sigh. "Dunno how you ever get any sleep on that thing."

"Desperation?" you offered with a smile. Ace shook his head, tucking his arm under the pillow and closing his eyes.

You couldn't fall asleep. There were too many things in your head to let you relax. The fear of letting everyone down. The anger at realizing that Azul had likely been scheming a way to get his hands on Ramshackle house for a while. Worrying about all the ways the photo retrieval could go wrong. And Ace had been partially right: it wasn't the room that got hot necessarily, it was him. If it weren't for the cold air coming through the window the heat radiating from him would have been uncomfortable.

You laid there in the dark, listening to Deuce's light snoring and Grim's muffled sleep talking. You shifted onto your back, staring at the ceiling before your gaze drifted to Ace. You had to admit, the anemone was kinda cute. Almost ethereal, the way it moved under the moonlight.

"Don't you laugh." The sudden poke of his finger against your cheek startled you. His eyes never even opened.

"I would never," you wheezed, failing to disguise the laughter in your voice.

Ace stretched, letting his hand come to rest on your stomach. Your shirt had drifted upward and his palm rested on your bare skin. "Can't sleep?"

"I'm trying this new sleep method where you ruminate on your failures and keep your eyes wide open."

"Hm," his hand dipped around your waist and before you could formulate the words to ask what he was doing he'd pulled you against him. "Don't think it's working."

Your face was burning. And not because it was millimeters away from his chest. You swallowed, hoping your voice came out even. "I didn't know you were such a cuddler."

"Hush." His hand was back on your stomach but now his thumb was slowly sweeping over your skin, inciting a riot of butterflies in your belly. "Let me have this, it's the closest I've gotten to being alone with you."

Your heart was in your throat but you could feel its erratic beating all the way in your toes. "I didn't know I was such a hot commodity."

He didn't reply and for a minute there was silence. Then he sighed, shifting so that his mouth was by your ear. “Ya know, sometimes I regret not transferring.” Whatever witty reply you might have had shriveled in your throat. His whole hand was moving, splayed fingers curling softly over your skin. A couple of them kept dipping just under the elastic of your shorts, making your own fingers dig into the sheets as something akin to burning electricity started to build in your blood. He spoke so softly, barely whispering into your ear; his words laced with an undercurrent of loathing you never would have expected from him. “Who’d have ever thought I’d be jealous of a dumb weasel.”

Shocked, you turned your head to look at him. For just a second you could see the anger in his crimson eyes and you wondered, how had he managed to hide it so well? Then his lips were on yours, soft and warm, and you stopped thinking. You leaned into his kiss, your hand trailing lightly over his before resting on his arm, clutching his sleeve in your fist.

You touched his lips with your tongue and he parted them, eagerly meeting your silent request to deepen the kiss. His fingers were slipping further into your shorts bit by bit, leaving tender touch-starved trails in their wake. Your legs were tense with anticipation. You gripped his arm, your nails leaving dainty crescent marks in the skin.

Then just as suddenly he stopped. "You're shaking." And once he said it you realized you were trembling all over. "Do you want to stop?"

"No." You looked at him, eyes round and brimming with desire. You grabbed his hair, your fingers twisting in the red strands as you brought his lips back to yours. Soft, quiet kisses. The kind that fluttered in your chest. The kind that made your insides flop about in nervous anticipation.

His hand, nearly completely down the front of your shorts, had stopped painfully short of where you were beginning to throb. But your tongue couldn't find the words to tell him to keep going. It didn’t help that it was currently in his mouth, or that you lacked the discipline necessary to stop kissing him even if you actually wanted to. Fortunately, Ace made the choice for you, pressing his forehead into the pillow, his lips on your neck. “Do you want me to touch you?”

Your head was spinning. You couldn’t trust your voice to work even if you could find it so you settled on nodding vigorously, pulling on his hair as you tilted your pelvis upward. His hand slid between your legs and you dared part your knees, heels digging into the mattress.

If there was one thing Ace was proud of, it was his quick learning abilities. And frankly you were all too happy to be at the receiving end of those abilities. He traced your opening, feeling the way you trembled every time he dipped the tip of a finger inside you before pulling it out again. You squirmed, your teeth marring your bottom lip as he repeated the motion over and over, building a surge of anxious static under your skin. Only when he'd coaxed out enough slick to dampen your shorts did he slide his fingers fully inside you, pushing them as deep as he could before curling them and dragging them back out, searching for the soft spot that made you try and sink your ass through the mattress. You almost regretted when he found it because he exploited it, his fingers hitting that spot with ruthless precision as this thumb pressed down on your clit.

It was a herculean effort to keep quiet. You shoved your fist in your face, biting your knuckles to keep from whining. Ace was pressing soft kisses along your neck and it tickled. He wanted so badly to sink his teeth into you, to leave marks for everyone to see and the fact that he couldn't was torture. He wasn't going to give Riddle a reason to keep you out of the dorm that easily.

“Ace…” Stars swarmed your vision as you tried to focus on breathing. Long, silent breaths in; shaky breaths out. The fingers inside you curled, moving slowly to match the thumb that was circling over your clit. A shudder of release passed like butterflies skimming over you. A feeling as soft and sweet as the kisses he pressed against your shoulder. You muttered fervent pleas under your breath, your back arching off the mattress. “I…I need…”

“This?” His fingers pulled away abruptly and you pursed your lips to quiet a sharp squeal. He dug under the pillow and you blinked, willing your blurry eyes to make out what he held aloft. It wasn’t hard; the shape itself was an immediate giveaway. The moonlight shining on the foil wrapper seemed almost alarmingly bright. You gaped open-mouthed like a fish before nodding enthusiastically, uttering a breathless ‘yeah’. Ignoring the small part of your brain that shrieked, he had that under there the whole time?!

Ace pushed himself up slowly, glancing down the row of beds to check that the others were still sleeping. A muffled snore followed by a faint string of gibberish sounded from somewhere under Deuce’s blanket but no one stirred. The blanket rustled softly as he moved, pulling his shirt over his head before pushing his pants down to free his leaking cock and sitting on his heels. You froze with your shorts halfway down your legs, reaching out and wrapping your fingers around him, your thumb teasing the velvety underside of the shaft. It felt hot in your hands and you wondered how hot it would feel inside you. You licked your lips, your mouth suddenly entirely too wet. Ace shuddered, his lips pressing into a thin line and he wrapped his hand around yours, allowing himself just a moment to relish in the feeling before abruptly tapping the back of your hand and hissing “stop that.”

You grinned wickedly and finished pulling your shorts off as he rolled the condom on. Then he was grabbing your leg, lifting it around his waist and positioning himself between your legs. You held your breath, your hands on his shoulders. Licking your lips nervously you glanced to the side. Your heart pounded with a mix of fear and, quite frankly, excitement at the idea of doing something so lewd in a room full of other people. You wondered if you felt as hot under his hands as he did under yours.

“You good?” he asked, his voice a rough whisper. You met his gaze and were nearly lost in the glitter of the moonlight in his wide eyes. You swallowed hard, nodding as your hands cupped his cheeks and you pulled him down to kiss you. His tongue twisted with yours as he slowly, reverently filled you.

You tensed with every inch. The slow drag was torture and you could feel your walls twitch and pulse around his cock. By the time he stopped you were shaking again, kissing him with savage hunger. With one arm bracing against the mattress he grabbed your thigh, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, and started to thrust. He had to move slowly but you were so wet that your pussy still made delicious squelching sounds to his ears. You were whimpering and lifting your hips to meet his. It was cute.

He lifted himself back up, looking down at you with awe. Moonlight spilled across your dewy skin and you positively sparkled. The cold air coming through the open window turned your nipples into smooth pebbles and he could see the glimmer of your slick all over his pelvis and your thighs. You pressed your hand to your mouth; the change in position had the head of his cock digging into your cunt in a way that made you want to cry out. His hand traveled up your thigh and over your belly, sweeping ticklishly around your breasts. He didn’t care if anyone woke up anymore. Let them see how beautiful you looked with his cock buried inside you. Let them see the way your eyes glazed with how good he made you feel. He grabbed the backs of your thighs, folding your knees against your chest and fucking into you with deep deliberate strokes. A sob caught in your throat and you clutched at his pillow, your eyes rolling back in your head.

Yes. Yes. That was what he wanted to see. He wanted that image seared in his brain. His eyes fluttered closed and he thrust deep, his fingers digging into your thighs with bruising force as he came. He didn’t stop rutting into you until the pleasure was too much and he finally stilled. He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and trailed his tongue along the salty skin before biting your calf, his hips digging into you as he bent down to kiss you. He could feel your smile and your fingers buried into his hair as if holding on for dear life. 

They were going to help you beat Azul at his own game and get Ramshackle House back. And when they did the first thing he was going to do was fuck you so hard in the main room even the ghosts would be think the place was haunted. 

You struggled back into your shorts as Ace ducked into the bathroom to discard the condom, your hands trembling and your legs like jelly. Ace came back out, holding up one finger in your direction and then crossing the room to slip out the door into the hallway. You had nearly fallen asleep by the time he slipped back into bed several minutes later, handing you a half empty bottle of water. You drank it thankfully before noticing the look on his face.

“What’s wrong?”

He sounded like he wasn’t sure if he should laugh or cry. “Ran into Cater in the kitchen.” Your eyebrows lifted but he carried on before you could speak. “He looked me up and down, fist bumped me, and walked away.” You stifled a snort.

“Oh shit he knows-”

“He absolutely knows!” Ace hissed, covering his face with his hands.

“So we should expect the congratulatory Magicam post within the hour?” you asked. Ace scowled, pinching your cheeks hard enough to make you squeal before kissing you.

“Shut up and go to sleep.”

“Make me.”

“Oh you’d like to go again?”

“Shut up, Ace.”

“Goodnight, Prefect~”

#insert flaming elmo gif #IT IS DONE I HAVE COMPLETED THE THING #please don't ask how long this has been hanging around #and it's not even the oldest one #whoo Ace my man you are something #twisted wonderland #twst #twst smut #twst ace #twst ace smut

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The Lady and the Lord

Chapter 9

Eddie munson x fem!reader

This is a repost since the old blog doesn't work anymore. 🥰

Chapter summary: time to kill the bastard.

Chapter warnings: spoiler season 4, blood, violence, trauma.

Our first stop is Creel's house.

Erica, Lucas and Max goes to get out of the camper.

"Be careful, okay?" Steve tells them, then turn to Lucas. "I'm counting on you Sinclair. Anything happens, you put those headphones on her head, immediately"

"I will" Lucas replies with determination.

"We got it" Max remarks.

"We know you do" I give her an encouraging smile.

They all nod and go out... to the Creel's house.

"They're gonna be fine" Eddie whispers at me.

"Yeah... yeah, I know" I nod.

Then it's time to drive off to the trailer park.

We manage to find a good spot to leave the camper so...Time to go over the plan one last time.

"Okay. I wanna run through it one more time" Nancy starts "phase one"

"We meet Erica at the playground" Robin says while Nancy nods. "She'll signal Max and Lucas when we're ready."

"Phase two" Nancy asks.

"Max baits Vecna. He'll go after her, which'll put him in his trance." Steve answers.

"Phase three?"

"Me and Eddie draw the bat's away." Dustin answers.

"Four"

"We head into Vecna's lair, and... we kill him" I say.

"Nobody moves on to the next phase until we've all copied. Nobody deviates from the plan, no matter what. Got it?" Nancy firmly instructs.

"Got it" we all say and get up, heading to Eddie's trailer.

We walk, literally, in the dark once again sneaking around the trailer park, careful not to make noise and catch everyone's attention. Finally we arrive at his trailer.

Obviously, Steve's the one to go first and set another mattress under the portal.

"Be careful" Dustin tells him.

"Thanks, buddy" Steve replies before grabbing the rope and climbs up and then down into the Upside Down with, what he thinks, is a cool flip, he even looks up to us with a proud grin.

"Wow.. what does he wants us to do, applaud?" Robin asks sarcastically.

"Yap. I think he misses the attention" I mutter, earning an amused cough from Nancy.

In the meantime Steve brought the mattress.

"Let's go" he tells us.

Nancy goes frist, with Robin's help she climbs to the Upside Down.

After her we throw the weapons through the gate and then we climb up too.

After retrieving weapons, bombs and shields we walk out.

"Hey, guys. Listen" Steve turns to Dusntin and Eddie. "If things here start to go south, I mean, at all, you abort. Okay? Draw the attention of the bats. Keep 'em busy for a minute or two. We'll take care of Vecna. Don't try to be cute or be a hero or something. Okay? You guys are just--"

"Decoys" Dustin says for him. "Don't worry. You can be the hero, Steve"

I let out a small laugh.

"Absolutely. I mean, look at us. We're not heroes." Eddie agrees, showing a nervous smile.

So Steve starts to walk off, but Eddie stops him.

"Hey, Steve?" Steve turns to him and after a small pause Eddie speaks again "make him pay"

Steve nods and walks off, I send both him and Dustin a smile before following the other.

"Y/n?"

I turn around seeing Eddie walking towards me.

"I'll be right behind you guys, give me a minute" I tell them.

They a nod and walk away.

"Yes?" I ask Eddie, who looks back to check Dustin walking back in the trailer

"Uh... listen... since we don't know how this is gonna end... uh... can I kiss you?" He blurts out in a whisper.

That took me completely by surprise.

"I... sorry. I don't want our first kiss to be because something bad might happen. I want you to kiss me properly, when all this is over." I tell him.

"What you mean by 'properly', uh?" He asks.

"Push me against the wall, kinda thing, grab my hips... you know" I say with and embarrassed chuckle.

"Is that so?" He softly laughs.

"Yeah."

"Thought you wanted something sweet and soft" he teases.

"Oh, my lord, you'd be surprised" I wink.

"Is that a promise then? We get out of here and I finally get to kiss you?" He ask with a grin.

"And anything else you want" I smirk.

"Anything? I like the sound of that"

"Better stay alive then, uh?" I hug him and walk backwards before following Robin, Steve and Nancy.

We've been walking for, what feels like, forever. The Creel's house surely is far.

"Uh.. I don't mean to freak anyone out" Robin speaks up, breaking the silence "but I swear we've seen this tree before"

"That's impossible" Nancy immediately says.

"That would suck, right? If Vecna destroyed the world because... 'Cause we got lost on the woods?" Robin replies, rambling nervously.

"We're not lost, don't worry, okay? We'll get there soon enough" I try to reassure her.

She just chuckles and starts to walk faster ahead of us.

"Robin, hey. Watch out for the vines! Hive mind. Remember?" Nancy warns her.

"Ugh... I better catch up with her... before she falls" I say rushing to catch up with her.

"Thank you!" Steve says loudly.

With Robin sometimes it's like... co-parenting... she's cute, but...challenging.

"Robin, wait!" I say.

Once I finally do catch up with her, she grabs my hand and pulls me close to her as we walk.

"You good?" I ask with a chuckle.

"Just... freaked out" she admits.

"Hey.. you know we're gonna make it.. as always" I try once again to assure her.

"Nor even you fully believe that. You really can't sugar-coat things. Like... What if we don't make it? What if we fucked up and everything goes to shit?"

"You're right... I really can't sugar-coat anything...and well... if everything does go to shit. We tried. At least we tried." I squeeze her hand "I don't see anyone else here, do you?"

"No.."

"See? We're trying to do something, we might fail... that possibility has always been there, yet here we are, all of us."

"You're right" she simply says.

"I'm always right" I proudly say.

"Being friends with Steve made you a little too cocky, uh?" She teases.

"Oh.. God yes... please make it stop" I joke making her laugh.

"I will, I promise" she laughs.

Her gaze catch onto something in front of us.

The Creel's house.

"Shit! Told you we weren't lost!" I tell her, who immediately rush back to Steve and Nancy leaving me there.

"Be right back!" She tells me.

She comes back soon after with Nancy and Steve with her.

"There it is" I say pointing at the house "and... there they fucking are" I point at the bats flying over the house. "I think the guys are ready" I nod to the playground in front of the house where a small ball of energy sparks.

"Erica" Steve says and I nod.

So we head to her.

So far, so good.

We warn her we ready.

"Okay, the lovebirds have copied. Max is moving into phase two: distracting Vecna." She informs us.

"So far, so smooth" Robin comments.

"Yeah, we're not even at the hard part yet" Steve replies.

"Take the bait, you son of a bitch" I hear Nancy saying looking straight to the house.

Please Max be careful, I think.

"Hey.. it's okay." Steve whispers to me.

"I know... I know.. I'm just worried. I'm fine, Steve, I promise" I assure him.

"Tell me, though. Please"

"I will" I give him a smile before kneeling down to try and calm my nerves.

We wait and wait and wait.

Finally Erica speaks again.

"Okay, she's in. Initiate phase three"

Robin immediately grabs the walkie and inform Dustin and Eddie.

"She's in. Move on to phase three"

"Copy that. Initiating phase three" Dustin replies.

"Time for the concert of your life, Eddie" I mutter.

After a moment we faintly hear the unmistakable sound of an electric guitar.

Oh my god... that's of the new Metallica songs... fuck! how is it called? Master of Puppets, yes!

"Oh he's good" I comment.

The bats hear it too, they're quickly flying towards the "noise".

"Okay. It's working. Let's go" Nancy says.

We all stand walking to the house.

We enter the house, careful not to step on the vines. It's kind of difficult when the whole place is literally covered in them. Steve goes first, then Nancy, Robin and then me.

They start to walking up the stairs when I hear a noise. I stop for a moment to check if it's another creature or not.

"Guys" I whisper-shouts.

They turn to look at me from upstairs, but before I can tell them a big earthquake interrupts me.

"You guys okay?" I ask once the earthquake stops.

They don't have time to answer because a vine tied itself to Robin's ankle, next thing I know she's being held to the wall screaming for help.

I try to get upstairs while Steve and Nancy try to cut the vines and free her, but they're stopped by more tentacles slithering grabbing them, choking them against the wall.

I'm almost on top, almost to them, when I feel something wet crawling my leg. I try to wriggle free from it, but its hold is too tight, wrapped firmly on my leg, pulling.

I fell on the ground, hitting my arm hard, but I don't have enough time to react because I'm being dragged back downstairs and literally thrown back outside.

When I hit the ground I feel my sight darkening until I see nothing at all.

I finally open my eyes again.

It's difficult to breath, I feel vines still crawling over my body and I struggle to get free.

I manage to grab the shotgun and start to shoot at the roots, finally freeing myself.

I immediately stand up and run back to the house, but the door is closed shut.

"Hey! Can you hear me?" I try "Steve! Nancy! Robin!"

Fuck... I hope they're not answering because they can't hear me and not because they're still trapped.

"Y/N!"

Nancy.

"Nancy! I can't get back in!"

"Go back to the trailer then!" She tells me. "We can't open it either. We'll go upstairs and kill Vecna, you go back and find something to open this"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! We got it."

"Be careful, please!"

And then no answer again.

Fuck.

Fuck.

I take a very deep breath as soon as I feel myself shaking.

I'll go back to Dustin and Eddie and with them I can find a way. Yeah.

Another deep breath.

I start to run back to the trailer park.

I run as fast as I can.

All sorts of thought invade my mind.

What if they can't kill him?

What if he kills them first?

I couldn't stand losing any of them.. let alone all of them... I couldn't stand it again

I looked for Hopper when I saw Joyce back at Starcourt.

No signs of him.

Maybe he's talking to someone about this whole situation, I thought.

But then... I saw Joyce's face looking at El.

She wasn't happy, like "we won" kind of happy. No... she was devastated.

That's not possible, I said to myself. It can't be.

I kept looking at Joyce and El talking and then hugging. Joyce trying to comfort her.

When her eyes locked into mine... I fall.

Hopper was gone and I couldn't do anything about it.

I cried, my chest hurt... I couldn't breath.

But then, a hand touched my shoulder.

"Y/n..." Dustin's voice calmed me a little.

"Sweetheart..." Joyce. "I'm so sorry"

She kneeled with me holding me as I sobbed against her.

"I know.. I know."

I've never felt that pain before... not like that...

How can anyone survive that?

How?

"Ma'am?" Someone calls.

"I'll be right back, okay?" Joyce whispered at me.

"I'll stay here" Dustin offered then proceeded to kneel beside me and put his head on my shoulder reassuringly. "You know... uh, my mom always asks about you. Insists you're always too thin, well.. ever if you weighted more than a whale, you'd still be too thin for her..." he let out a small laugh "what I mean is, uh.. you're always welcome, you know"

"Thank you Dustin" I managed to say.

"You're always welcome at my house too" I turned around to see Mike standing up, holding El's hand. "I mean.. my whole family love you more than they love me so.. might as well" he added, with a chuckle.

I hold my hand out for El, who gently accepted it to sit with me as we hugged each other.

"At my house too" Lucas joined.

"Same" Max with him.

"And obviously.. same at mine" Will.

"Thank you guys"

As I approach the trailer park I see something moving... running.

I stop for a moment, trying to understand what's happening there.

Oh my god.

It's Eddie. He's running from the bats.. but why?

I scream as I see the bats knock Eddie over, off of the bike, but he stands up quickly, thankfully.

I get back to running, eyes fixed on him, I don't think he can see me, yet.

He's running away, but stops, turns around and grabs the shield and the spear.

Fuck.

No. No. No.

He manages to fight off a lots of them, but they're still too many and they manage to attack themselves at Eddie's sides.

I stop. Grab the shotgun... and aim.

I'm able to hit a few of them, before Eddie turns around and sees me.

I keep getting closer and closer as I shoot the creatures, until I'm basically by Eddie's side.

"What part of 'don't be heroes' you didn't understand, uh?" I scold him.

"Can't run forever" he simply answers.

I take care of those bats above us while Eddie the ones getting too close.

After what feels like eternity, the demobats, suddenly, fell.

"Maybe they did it..." I breath out.

"You think?" Eddie asks me.

"I hope... fuck..."

I feel Eddie's hand on my shoulder, to keep himself up, but he falls on the ground.

"Eddie?" I kneel down beside him, noticing just now the huge wounds on his body.

"Oh shit.. okay.. " I shakily say.

"That bad, uh?" He asks.

"No. Hey, look at me okay? It's okay. They're... not exactly good, but they're not that bad" I insist.

"Has anyone told you you can't sugar-coat anything?" He asks. Voice tired and weak.

I feel my eyes watering, there's so much blood... too much blood.

I have nothing to help him, except maybe...

I immediately take off the shirt he gave me and start to rip it.

"I'm gonna buy you a new one, I promise" I tell him.

"Hey... hey..." he weakly calls "I know we said after all this, but...seeing the situation..do you think I could get that kiss now?"

He laughs it off, but I can tell he's scared.

"I'm sorry, love" I force myself to smile as I put pressure on his wounds with some ripped tissues "We're gonna get you to the hospital. You're gonna be fine and then... you'll kiss me properly."

"Hey... uh... I didn't run away this time, right?" He asks and I let the tears freely fell.

"You didn't. You're so brave" I caress his cheek with one hand. "And you played amazingly too"

"Yeah?" He asks. "Did you hear it?"

"Definitely. Gotta have to play for me, one of these days" I wink at him.

"I'll play whatever you want, m'lady" he says in a pained whisper.

I keep putting pressure and clean his wounds, trying my best to take deep breaths and keep my hands steady.

"I liked that, you know" he speaks again in a whisper.

"What?"

"You calling me 'love'... I liked it" he admits almost shyly.

"You're getting shy on me now, Munson?" I try to joke, even if my tears disagree.

"With you? Always"

"Eddie!" I look up and see Dustin running to us. He's.. limping towards us.

"Dustin.. what the hell happened?"

"Hey buddy" Eddie says.

"He.. he said he wanted to buy more time and.. and cut the rope and took the mattress off so I had to climb up.." he cries.

"Okay.. Dustin listen. Keep pressure here, I'll run get the others"

"Are they okay? Why are you here?" He asks me.

"They're at the house, but the door closed and we couldn't open it. Now, please, keep pressing there okay?" I tell him, standing up and grabbing a spear, I don't know how helpful it would be but there's nothing much here.

"Hey.. don't leave me." Eddie's weak voice breaks my heart.

"I'll be right back. Okay? I promise" I tell him.

I turn back ready to run back to the Creel's house when I spot Nancy, Steve and Robin in the distance.

I rush to them, they do the same.

We meet halfway.

Steve's quickly to wrap his arms tightly around me, as Nancy and Robin catch up with him.

"Thank god you're okay, honey" he whispers.

"I was so scared" I say back, letting him go and immediately hugging Robin and Nancy.

"You did it?" I ask.

"Perfect flambé" Robin winks.

I let out a sigh of relief.

"Eddie... You.. you guys need to help us"

I run with them back to Eddie and Dustin.

"Hey" I say kneeling back down with Dustin "told you I'd be back"

"Hey, m'lady" he weakly smile at me as I grab his hand, feeling more tears coming out.

"Help.. please" I look up to Steve who looks more scared than ever, not sure on what to do "please" I whisper.

Robin gently grabs me to make me stand up as Steve kneels down and with Dustin's help they manage to make Eddie stand.

That's a good sign.. right?

"It's gonna be okay, Y/n" Nancy tells me.

I just nod, eyes focused on Eddie's back as they walk to the trailer.

It's gonna be okay. I keep repeating in my head.

It has to...

#stranger things x y/n #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson

[spencer-is-dead]

Ok ok so I just had the best idea for an AU, but it’s gonna take some explaining.

Back in the early 1900s, my great, great Grandmother on my mom’s side was living in Russia, and just got married at the ripe old age of 15, and had a kid at 16. Now, since she was Jewish she faced like, a butt ton of antisemitism in Russia because 1900s Europe, so they had to flee the area, her husband kinda got shot and she saved him but that’s not a big deal, and they split up, and promised to meet each other.

So she walked for like days straight, with a baby in her arms, to make it to the US. And somehow, despite all odds, she and her husband found each other, and they started a nice old Russian tea house in Princeton, New Jersey.

Sounds super wholesome.

Too bad he , like, died a couple years later.

So, now a widow, my gggrandmother is running this tea house all by herself with like four kids, and then there is this cute egg seller guy that she buys eggs from. And I kid you not she married that guy.

Now imagine an AU where person A is running a bakery or tea house, a single parent, with a decidedly dark past, and person B, the egg seller who’s just along for the ride

TL;DR GGGrandmother was a badass, found herself an egg seller, and now y’all have to read my angsty fanfiction, the end

#au prompt #imagine your otp #true story #fanfiction #writing prompt #im gonna write this #both would make such good aus

[the-cannibal]

Hello! I was wondering if I could please get a matchup? I’m 20, 21 in april. I’m bi but i honestly don’t care what anyone’s gender is as long as we get along. i’m 5’9”, i’m kinda chubby but a lot of my weight is in my butt, thighs, and boobs. I have long wavy dark brown hair, brown eyes. I have a lot of freckles and they’re just kinda everywhere. I really enjoy doing makeup and I don’t leave the house until I have eyeliner on. I’m an INFJ, I’m a little bit of a smart ass, I’m really into science and history. I also enjoy painting whenever I get the chance and I like to knit. I tend to quote TV shows a lot. Whenever someone is being rude to me I just kind of give them the soulless stare until they leave. I also enjoy reading darker books! I like to read psychological thrillers, horror, and sometimes gothic literature!

Romantically, when I have fallen for someone, I’m a simp. I will do anything for that person, just give me the task and/or a name and I’ll take care of them. I love to play with people’s hair and kiss all over their faces. I tend to be a bit bossy and make sure they’re okay. I need cuddles all the time. I swoon at pet names and any sort of praise. I’m a sweet girl? Hell yeah, I’ll do anything! I love going on cute lil dates like the zoo and just taking pics of each other and putting them in a journal for memories. I tend to be very selfless but I get jealous and insecure a bit.

Thank you so much for your work!

Hello hello hello! I know it’s still March but happy early birthday!

I decided to pair you with…

Michael Myers!

Ohhh I’d love to see you be a smart ass around him that would be amazing

Don’t be surprised if he just stares you down though

He isn’t much of a talker. But he’s a great listener! Go on a gush about science and history, he will listen! (And I promise he is paying attention, he may be a little shit sometimes but he does love to listen to you bush about your interests)

He totally would steal paint, canvases, and anything you need to knit and gift them to you. Shhh don’t ask about the mysterious red goo on them shhhh

If you knit him anything he won’t wear it outside the house, he’s pretty set and stone on his basic style of coveralls and mask. But you bet he will wear them around the house all the time. A sweater? Perfect, he was feeling a bit cold. A hat? No he will not take it off even though he is inside, he’s gonna wear it!

Your love of dark books is perfect because if he wasn’t huge on reading before he sure is now! You know that thing dads do when you are watching something on tv and the insist that they aren’t interested but then they just stand behind you watching like 🧍‍♂️

Yeah that’s Michael when you are reading.

Your bossiness and his stubbornness definitely butt heads a lot. But hey it usually end with you covering him in kisses and him giving in and cuddling with you!

He had no idea what a simp was until he met you. But he loves it and is also totally one for you. Although his simping is a bit more violent… he is a killer after all! Give him a name and he’ll take care of everything.

Would take you on little exploring adventures as dates. The woods over there? Yep you got a whole lot of pictures of you two exploring it! And perhaps a few of you kissing behind a tree ;)

#slasher x reader #cannibals matchups #cannibals writing requests #request #matchup #slasher matchup #slasher matchups #halloween #michael myers #michael myers x reader #the shape #the shape x reader

[heavencasteel420]

I finally made a list of all my ST WIPs and fic ideas, and they basically break down into five categories (Cute, Regular, Weird, Dark, and Super-Dark) and three lengths (oneshot, short multi-chapter, and long multi-chapter). Here is the list of working titles:

Cute

Oneshot

The P Is for Perfection (and You Know That We Are Freaks): AU where the Byers family stays in Hawkins after S3, El becomes a cheerleader, and Chrissy takes her under her wing.

Raised on Promises: El finds a new hobby in California, bonds with Jonathan and Will.

Regular

Oneshot

Rock and Roll Is Here to Stay (Come Inside Where It's Okay): Lucas-centric, pre-S4, Lumax but mostly vibes.

I Know It Breaks Your Heart: future fic about Tommy.

Short Multichapter

Oh, I'm Bound to Go: companion to Drive All Night, focusing on the kids.

How Will You Make It on Your Own?: no-UD Stonathan college AU, mostly Cute tbh.

Tomorrow May Not Be Your Day: no Vecna, Jonathan in California, Jargyle.

Let the Broken Hearts Stand: companion to above about Nancy going to Emerson, becoming friends with Carol who’s unpacked some of her hostility towards other girls, maybe they become girlfriends?

Long Multichapter

Drive All Night: in progress.

Tomorrow's a Long Way Off: Robin and Jonathan hot girl summer 1983.

It's All a State of Mind: it’s the 1930s and Jonathan and Will and El are carnival workers with psychic powers who are gonna pull a fast one on the sleepy town of Hawkins. Byler plus Jancy or Stoncy, don’t know yet.

Nancy Wheeler Can't Win: no-UD AU but Nancy has to figure out how to navigate high school cliques and family stuff and the Annual Turkey Trot is tomorrow!!! Jancy eventually.

Life During Wartime: companion to above about Jonathan and Will. This is the one with the Lonnie funeral and Will’s clueless girlfriend. Jancy Byler.

Horse Girl: my nice Stoncy idea where Jancy break up temporarily in S3 and Steve kinda wants to get back together with Nancy but also wants to make friends with Jonathan finally (maybe more) but also is weirdly bummed that they broke up…can he have it all?

Weird

Oneshot

How Well I Remember: Jonathan/Jason, kind of, between S1 and S2. Not that weird tbh.

The Sin Eater's Prom Date: Jonathan/Chrissy, AU where he never got with Nancy in S2 and she never got with Jason and also the supernatural stuff ended much sooner, but the point is that they’re going to date and weird everyone out so much. Feat. a Cunningham family dinner where Jonathan heroically does a terrible job eating corn on the cob to get Laura off of Chrissy’s back.

Silver Threads and Golden Needles: moderately dysfunctional Stoncy, between S1 and S2, feat. a passive-aggressive cornfield handjob.

Ugly as Sin (finished): my Hellcheer one shot.

Long Multichapter

Chiaroscuro: film noir homage. Jancy Hellcheer.

Dark

Oneshot

Catch Me When You Can: Eddie/Jonathan in an unhappier timeline. More sad dark than mean dark.

I Need Noise: Billy/Jonathan, early S2, mostly in Weird territory but it’s Billy.

Long Multichapter

Tonight, Tonight, the Highway's Bright: in progress.

Super Dark

Oneshot

In the Night, but There's No One: this idea happened because I was reading a darkfic (horny) and I was like. Huh. I kind of want to see the sad and unsexy version of this. But only kind of. It might be too sad.

Short Multichapter

Tell the Radio Goodnight: evil Stoncy, between S1 and S2. Steve doesn’t reform but instead becomes Worse. I don’t mean this as Steve-bashing; Evil Steve is just fun to me.

#regular just means that the cute/weird/dark does not predominate #it can have all those parts though #weird means the characters do freaky sex stuff and/or act like tire fires but ultimately they're fine #dark and cute are pretty self-explanatory #super-dark means that i will probably not post it even if i write it #in the night but there's no one is genuinely upsetting #tell the radio goodnight is honestly kind of silly but it is dead dove for sure

[nagdabbit]

built to last

words: 1.4k

rating: gen, it's fluffy as shit

so the other night i was high off my ass and was like, tell me something silly to write cuz im in the mood to accept prompts, and @sarahcakes613 was like,

and then I vomited this out into existence, fell asleep, woke up and forgot it for several days. so, uh. here? have some stupid fluff?

(also on ao3)

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He woke to the sharp smack of jeans against his forehead and a sharp, demanding, "What the fuck, Bry?"

"What the fuck what?" he muttered, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. It was still dark out, just a little light shining in from the house next to his own. Everything was still drenched in shadow, but Mox made himself seen.

Mox was standing over him in nothing but his t-shirt and boxers, wide eyed and a little frantic, jeans in hand. His shirt was a little wrinkled from a night on the floor, neck stretched a little from where Bryan had wrenched at it, showing off a few bite marks across his clavicle. 

He waved a frantic hand back behind him, "That, Bryan! What the fuck is that out there?!"

His living room? His kitchen? He couldn't think of anything he owned that would leave Mox looking any kind of spooked. Not really, not like that. "I have absolutely no idea."

He kicked the mattress and gestured again, this time toward the window set into the wall. Toward the house next door, and the dock and the lake outside.

"Oh, that's—"

"That's fuckin' water, Bryan," Mox snapped, and gave him another smack with his jeans. "We are on a boat—Bryan, you put me on a fucking boat."

He lifted an eyebrow. "And let me guess, you don't li—"

"I fuckin' hate boats, Bryan. I hate them. They're dangerous fuckin' deathtraps," he snapped, pacing across the room. "I hate boats."

Bryan rolled his eyes and sat up. "You don't say."

"Oh, don't be cute. You said—you said we were going back to your new house," Mox grumbled and threw himself back down onto the bed, wrestling his jeans on. 

"This is a house."

"Bryan this is a—floaty fucking—it's a death trap is what it is. You can put a stove and couch in it, it's still gonna sink," he insisted, continuing to struggle. "Fuckin' tricked me, you goddamn scruffy fuckin' dickhead, I never woulda gone home wit' you if you'd said you bought a fuckin' houseboat." 

"I did say, but you might not have heard me. Little hard to speak when you're trying to lick my tonsils," Bryan muttered rolling his eyes. He stretched a little, pushing back the warm covers.

"Oh, bullshit, you didn't say anythin' about this," he muttered, beginning the process of looking for his socks. 

"You didn't see the dock last night?" he asked, dryly, and crawled forward so he could drape himself across Mox's back. "The water? The boats?"

"I was half asleep and following my dick, 'course I didn't notice." Mox tried to shrug him off, but Bryan just latched on tighter. "You tricked me."

"It's not a trick if I don't know there's a problem. I just wanted to bring you home with me," Bryan promised, scratching his nails lightly across Mox's chest. "C'mon, go back to sleep."

Mox sputtered and gave another violent shrug, but Bryan fought to hold on. "No, why the fuck would I sleep on a boat?!" he demanded, voice a little strangled. "You can't fuckin' swim if you're sleeping."

Bryan wanted to laugh, but he didn't really think that would actually help, not when it was likely to end with him being single. And, for some reason, he kinda loved the man. Just a little. Not that he'd actually said yet, not out loud. So he soothed a palm up Mox's chest, trying to be comforting.

"Calm down, I promise we're safe. Okay? Just let me get a little more sleep. It's early and we don't fly out until the afternoon." He pulled gently, urging Mox to fall back into bed with him. "I promise, if there were any problems, I'd never have brought you. We'll be okay for a few more hours."

"I don't care, it's a boat and I'll get seasick from this rickety fuck—"

"Jon, shut the fuck up for thirty seconds," Bryan grumbled, and pressed a hand to Mox's frantically running mouth. "Take a deep breath, calm down, and then take a moment to notice that we aren't rocking."

He made an indignant sound beneath Bryan's hand, but did as he was told. He was good at that, most of the time. 

"These things are extremely heavy, and have a low center of gravity that keeps them steady. You're not gonna get seasick, unless you work yourself into a panic," he promised, resting his chin on Mox's shoulder. "The most common problem these things have is the sewer line getting messed up, not sinking. Or having to hire a diver to go get something you dropped off the side."

Mox pushed his hand away, "But it can still—"

"A lot of things can happen," he reminded Mox. Bryan didn't think getting specific by reminding him that planes could crash was a good idea, not when they were going to fly out in a few more hours, so he kept it vague. "Just because it can doesn't mean it will. And if this then ever does sink, we'll have plenty of warning and we'll be able to get to the dock before our feet even get wet."

"And it could sink when we're asleep and then we're just s-o-fuckin'-l," Mox added, but he wasn't as tense as he had been. 

"For a man who keeps callin' me a boy scout, you really don't have a lot of faith in me," Bryan admonished, but softened it with a kiss to his shoulder. "I have an alarm. If anything changes, that thing'll go off. And I promise it's loud enough to wake us."

Mox made a skeptical little noise, but didn't immediately argue.

"I had them install flashing lights, too." It was strange how much negotiation was involved in getting Mox to relax. "It's just as safe as any other house."

"Stop making this all sound so fuckin' reasonable," Mox grumbled, and let Bryan wrestle him back down into bed. "I hate boats."

"You've made that very clear, babe, but it's a little hard to find a new house at four in the morning."

Mox scoffed and let himself be manhandled up the bed. "Don't sell your fuckin' boat, Bry."

He rolled his eyes and dropped his weight down onto Mox's chest, just to keep him from running off again. Definitely not because that was his favorite place to sleep, legs parted over Mox's hips. "Can't bring you home if you're just gonna panic yourself into a tizzy every time you're here."

"But—"

"But nothing, it's not worth it if you're gonna freak out." And it really wasn't. Being in love was stupid, like that.

Mox groaned and kicked one of his heels against the mattress. "I don't have to come here."

"Then what's the point of having this place?" Bryan asked, before he could think better of it. "I don't need it if I just want to be wherever you are."

Beneath him, Mox went still and quiet. 

He went still when he had realizations. Froze up as his entire world view changed and adjusted and righted itself in his head. Like a reset button, or something. It would have been funny if it wasn't so important.

But then he went lax beneath Bryan's weight. Heavy hands settled low on Bryan's back, dangerously low. "I guess I could get used to it," he murmured.

And that was—well, that was as good a declaration as Bryan had ever heard. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. If you're sure, then I guess I can be, too." He smoothed a palm down to give Bryan's ass a squeeze, "'Sides, I bet we could actually rock this thing if we tried hard enough."

He laughed, finally, relaxing into Mox's hands. "I think sinking wasn't the part you needed to worry about anyway."

Mox made an inquisitive sound, hands still kneading Bryan's ass.

"The neighbors definitely heard us last night."

Mox froze. For a few long seconds, he didn't even breathe. 

And then he shoved Bryan off and away, letting him bounce unceremoniously onto the mattress. "Nope, I was right, this is awful and you gotta sell it," he grumbled and resumed his search for his clothes. He muttered under his breath as he went, all manner of plans and ideas. A ranch, far from the city, with room for a couple more dogs and no neighbors for miles. A cabin deep in the woods, where they wouldn't be disturbed. 

A little place in the suburbs, with a patio and a yard and room for—with plenty of room.

And Bryan didn't think he'd ever been so happy. He laid back and watched Mox throw his little fit, laughing all the while. 

#aew fic #aew fanfiction #bryan danielson #jon moxley #moxbry #brymox

[starsofmilos]

I’ll be the one (Adrian Chase x reader)

Synopsis: Adrian found out about something you never wanted him to know about, but that’s okay because he swore to always be the one to protect you and support you.

So this is me dealing with some past stuff. You guys can skip cause this one is kinda deep and dark.

Masterlist

Warnings: mentions of trauma, mentions of past sexual assault, mental breakdown, anxiety, mentions of sex, making out,heavy petting, no smut though, angst/comfort

Minors DNI

Adrian knew there was something off in your relationship.

He could never figure out what it was exactly, but he was never one to pry. Adrian knew eventually and hopefully you’d open up to him about something. It wasn’t that he thought you were lying to him or anything. 

He could just tell you were hiding something Adrian just didn’t know what it was you were hiding. 

But at the same time he also was happy to live in the bliss that was you both. He hadn’t felt this way for anyone in his life. 

The love he held for you was so strong Adrian had made a promise to always be the one for you.

You ever needed someone to talk too? He wasn’t good at dealing with people’s emotions but for you he’d try.

Shoulder to cry on? Adrian was first in line.

Someone to protect you? Hell Adrian killed people for free time. Whoever decided to bother you would be lucky enough to be alive after doing so.

So whatever it was you were hiding from him, Adrian knew that he’d be there no matter what it was.

No matter what it was.

He didn’t expect it to be this painful and when he found out it took everything in him not too find the one who hurt you.

It was supposed to be date night. Adrian had taken a night off of patrolling and made sure there was no mission all so he could spend a night in with you.

It was supposed to be date night. This is being repeated because of how good of a night Adrian and you had been wanting.

The night started with a movie. Adrian knew how much you loved horror movies so he rented your favorites for the night along with a six pack while you bought a pizza and snacks to share.

You laid cuddled up with him sighing in content as he chuckled a bit watching Ghostface get his ass handed to him by Sidney Prescott. 

“You know if he was real-”

“We’ve gone over this Adrian. If Ghostface was real, then yes you’d be able to kill him.”

“I was gonna say we’d probably be the couple who left to go have sex and then get killed.”

“You say that, but I know for a fact you’d have no problem stopping to kill someone and then coming back to continue.”

“It was one time! He was breaking in!”

“Yeah I know! You couldn’t have gotten rid of the body first before going back to the room?!”

“I stand by what i did. You were close and I was too. Besides I got rid of the body after didn’t I?”

“There’s a blood stain we can’t get rid of in our kitchen floor mat.”

“It looks sick.”

You laughed as he grinned rubbing your arm in a soothing motion. “I mean didn’t you enjoy that night?”

“I did, but it still proves that we wouldn’t or could never be the couple who dies from having sex. if anything you’d probably the murder killing everyone.”

“I’m Billy Loomis?!”

“No cause then that makes me Sidney Prescott and let’s be honest we are way cooler than they are.” Adrian laughed.

“Hell yeah we are.”

You grinned leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. Adrian pulled you over his lap laying you down to stare down at you. “You’re cute.”

“Nah I think you are Adrian.” 

“Back to the topic minx, you’re probably right. I wouldn’t let some stupid killer or anyone fucking hurt you.”

“I know..I trust you Adrian..more than you’ll ever know.”

He smiled softly at you leaning down to kiss you. You leapt up meeting him halfway moaning a bit as he moved to lay on top of you.

This was how most of your movie nights ended. With Adrian on top of you while the movie you had played in the background as he stripped you of your clothes before chasing you to the room.

It was usually your favorite part of the night.

Adrian groaned as you yanked his hair a bit moving his lips to your jaw nipping playfully. He sat up staring down at you with a small playful glare.

“You’re doing that on purpose huh?”

“Maybe. So what if I am?”

“I’m gonna have to take you to the room if you are.”

“Maybe that’s what I want?”

“We have to finish a movie eventually!”

“I agree are we having that be tonight?” Adrian grinned lifting you up on his lap. 

“Probably not with the way you’re looking at me right now.”

“You love me huh?” Adrian scoffed nuzzling your neck.

“I thought that was obvious.” He lifted himself off you running his hand up your thigh. You giggled feeling ticklish.

“You like that huh?” You nodded as he kissed you. His smile fell as he let the kiss grow deeper. You grinned feeling comfortable before getting a whiff of Adrian’s breath.

You forgot he drank.

Now usually Adrian drinking never bothered you. You guys have made out drunkly more than you can count. The smell though was never this bad to you. You pulled back seeing the brand from the corner of your eye.

It made you tense up. You had always told Adrian you were fine with him drinking as long as he never bought this brand.

You shut your eyes trying not to worry too much about it and keep kissing him. He moved his lips to your neck kissing along your throat. 

The smell was becoming too much for you. It wasn’t that strong it just was reminding you of times you’d rather not.

Adrian mistook your small pants for ones of pleasure as he moved his hand under your shirt.

“This okay with you?” You nodded shakily.

This shouldn’t be a big deal. It was just a stupid brand, The smell shouldn’t bother you. This was Adrian. He would never hurt you.

Not like someone once did.

“Yeah it is.” He smiled at you kissing you again as you shut your eyes trying not to let the smell ruin the night.

It was a stupid smell.

You began to shake feeling his hand rub your hips. “You okay?”

Adrian pulled away feeling you lose interest. You nodded smiling at him nervously. “Yeah sorry. I’m okay..I didn’t notice the bran of beer you bought till now that’s why. Strong smell.”

He raised an eyebrow a bit questioningly, “It’s beer? And I thought you were okay with this brand?”

“No it’s this one I’m not okay with..”

“Oh I’m sorry i can brush my teeth if you want-”

“No no that’s ridiculous it’s all me Adrian. Don’t worry-”

“No I have to worry if it’s causing you to shake babe.” You sat up not even realizing he was right. You were shaking.

“Oh I guess I am.” Adrian moved off of you worriedly as you sat up to sit beside him gripping the couch tightly.

“Honey i’m so sorry I genuinely forgot that this is the brand you didn’t like-”

“No no it’s fine Adrian-” You flinched when he reached out for you. “Please don’t touch me right now.”

Your chest felt tight. Arms and legs felt weak. You were on the verge of a meltdown. 

Adrian worriedly nodded giving you some space as you kept staring at the bottle. It felt like your body was on fire and not in a good way.

“Please get rid of the bottle Adrian..Please..” He nodded worriedly hastily grabbing the pack trashing it immediately. 

“It’s gone. It’s gone sweetheart.” You nodded hiding your face not wanting him to see you crying.

“Thank you..I’m sorry..”

“No no! You have nothing to apologize for. This is my fault not yours-”

“No it’s mine. It’s mine Adrian..I never did anything I froze. It’s not your fault! Everyone said the same it’s not your fault it’s mine.” You took a shaky breath curling in on yourself.

“Hey hey it’s all good nothing is your fault. I’m here for you just tell me what you need.” You nodded sniffling.

Adrian felt guilt consume him seeing your teary eyes glance up at him. “I actually do need you to brush your teeth. Please? I’m sorry.”

He nodded rushing to the bathroom making sure to brush his teeth and tongue. Adrian went so far as washing his face and spraying his cologne on so not a trace was on him.

You sighed in relief when he walked backed in clean. Adrian sat next to you waiting patiently well as patient as he could be. His hand nervously fidgeted with his knees. 

He wanted nothing more than to comfort you and pull you to him. Adrian had never seen you in this much distress before. You moved after a bit crawling into his arms.

It was tense as you grabbed his arms moving them around you. “Please hold me now..”

“I got you..I told you I always will..”

“I’m sorry you probably think I’m crazy.”

“Nah I think you’re cute. If you’re crazy or weird it’s a plus for me.” You smiled a bit gripping his sweater tightly.

“I’m sorry..”

“Stop don’t apologize. I mean it.”

“Okay...”

“Can I ask what happened? Did I do something-”

“No! No..it wasn’t you. I promise..I just got scared..”

“Why?” Adrian questioned as you gripped him tighter hiding your face in his shoulder.

“I could smell and feel it all over again.” Adrian pulled you back worriedly.

“What?..”

You sighed sniffling, “What I’m gonna tell you might change the way you look at me..It changed the way everyone looked at me after..when I was seventeen I met this guy.”

Adrian’s chest clenched when your voice cracked, “Please don’t view me differently or leave me-”

“Hey hey. Nothing and I mean nothing will ever get me to look at you differently or get me to leave you Y/N. I’d rather die-”

“Don’t say that!”

“No I mean it. I’d rather fucking die then ever leave you. Okay?”

You nodded sniffling, “I was seventeen and I was stupid. I met someone I thought was nice..I..I- He was not as good as I thought he was Adrian..”

Adrian tensed under you already kinda sensing where this was going.

“At some point when we were going through a weird stage he kinda fell down a drinking hole. I tried my best to help him and get him to stop. One night he came over and I let him thinking he just needed a place to crash..”

Adrian clenched his jaw as you whimpered into his shoulder struggling to get through the story. “I..”

“If you need to stop Y/N you can-”

“No! No! You need to hear this..I need you to know. I want you to know..You deserve to know everything..” You panicked a bit shaking as he nodded quickly.

“Okay. Okay..I’m here continue when you can.” 

“He had brought over beer..That brand..” Adrian took a sharp inhale gripping you tighter feeling his own chest constrict. 

“I told him if he was gonna drink I didn’t want him there. I didn’t want him around and told him that maybe it would be better off for both of us to leave each other..”

Adrian nodded listening intently. It was quite amazing how he had been so silent as he was currently. 

“He didn’t like that. He got mad as I knew he would so I planned on asking him to leave that didn’t work..He pushed me down and he..” You broke sobbing into his shoulder.

“I’m sorry..I’m sorry..” Adrian shushed you running his hand comfortingly on your back.

“Hey hey..you have nothing to apologize for. Take your time..”

“He leaned over me and I froze..I got scared and I froze. I always thought in a flight or fight situation I’d fight or I’d run, but I did neither. I froze Adrian and he moved my pants off..” 

Adrian shut his eyes feeling them water at the thought of you so scared and alone. How could anyone do this to you?

“He didn’t get far..He only got halfway there, but as he was doing this all I could smell and really see was that stupid fucking b-brand..” You shook growing a bit angry.

“It’s a stupid brand and I have n-no reason to be so scared of it, but I just feel his hands all over me again..I froze and I hate myself for it..”

Adrian gripped you tightly letting you sob into his sweater, “He didn’t get all the way before he could go any farther than his thing on me. I finally panicked and pushed him away. I was tossed on the ground and my knee was hurt.”

Adrian nodded letting his tears fall a bit, “It took me a year to recover from that knee injury. I still get phantom pains from time to time..Worse part is next morning he didn’t remember any of it.”

You kissed his shoulder as Adrian took a deep breath angrily. He wasn’t angry at you far from it, but this guy better fucking pray he never saw him.

“I just told him to never talk to me again and it worked. He never bothered me again. I..never really talked about what happened..Eventually my mom found out. I don’t blame her for finding out, I couldn’t stand anyone touching me or going to family parties where they served alcohol.”

He nodded as you rubbed your eyes, “When she did she just started crying and blaming herself for being a bad mom so it ended how it usually did for us..I comforted her. When other family members found out I had some of them try to offer comfort, but they weren’t the best at it.”

Adrian grabbed your hands stopping you from rubbing your eyes raw.

“Some of them though..some of them said how I should’ve fought harder. Maybe that wouldn’t have happened to me if I wasn’t so dumb.” You cried out hiding in his neck this time.

“I never let anyone ever touch me again..I didn’t trust anyone especially drunk people, but then I met you..I trust you Adrian..I love you too so much..It’s why I let you get so close..”

“Wait you mean to tell me then your first time was..”

“Yeah Adrian it was..but I don’t like to consider that my first time. I consider you as my first time..” He nodded kissing your head.

“If I knew I would’ve made it more special than eating hot dogs on my kitchen counter before moving to my bedroom.” You laughed shaking your head.

“That was perfect for me..”

“I am..so fucking sorry Y/N..”

“Adrian..” You popped up your head seeing his teary smile at you. 

“I know you said you trust me, but tonight I almost broke that trust. I made you relive the worst moment of your life.”

“That’s not your fault though Adrian. You didn’t know. I should’ve told you sooner just like how that night I should’ve fought harder-”

“No no. You will not do that to yourself.”

“Do what?”

“Put the blame on what happened on yourself. You didn’t know what to expect when you let him in the house. Nor did you expect for him to do that to you. You let him in because you trusted him and he stupidly broke that trust and he better hopes I don’t find out where he lives.”

“Adrian.. He did eventually remember.” Adrian took a deep breath nodding.

“I kinda figured.” You nodded.

“He reached out to me crying and I had just begged him to never bother me again..Every once in a while he does reach out with some new number or social media wanting to talk about what happened. I always block it.”

“He hurt you. He took advantage of someone who doesn’t ever deserve something that horrible.”

Adrian laid a kiss on your forehead gripping you. “It wasn’t your fault. He never deserved you..”

“It wasn’t my fault?” Adrian bitterly chuckled nodding as he pulled your head away from his neck to cradle your tear soaked cheeks.

You were so beautiful to him. He couldn’t fathom the thought of you in so much pain. You dealt with this for so long all by yourself because everyone around you let you down..

“No..I swear to you on everything all of what happened wasn’t your fault. You did what you could..I’m so proud of you for still managing to be you even after..I know I don’t say it often but I fucking love you.”

Adrian swore he wouldn’t do with everyone else did to you. He’d reassure you and comfort you. He wasn’t going to be like everyone else.

“I love you too..” He smiled rubbing his thumb along your jaw kissing you lightly. Adrian wasn’t ashamed of the tears going down his face. He was hurt because you were.

“I love you so fucking much Y/N..” 

“You’re the first person to not ridicule me for it or tell me that I was stupid..” You sobbed out a bit hiding your face again. You were crying, but not because you were sad..

You were relieved.

It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulder now that Adrian knew. You had swore you’d never tell him always scared that he’d treat you like everyone else did or that he would leave you.

He didn’t though. If there was anything that was dumb, it was the thought that Adrian would leave because of something like this. 

“You promise not to go?”

“Yeah..I swore I wouldn’t. If he ever reaches out to you again tell me.”

“Adrian-”

“No Y/N. He is never getting near you again. I won’t let him. He doesn’t deserve your time. All of them don’t..They’re idiots for putting that blame on you and he is too for hurting you. Fuck..” Adrian cursed angrily.

It was weird seeing this for you. No one has ever cared enough to get angry for you or to be wiling to fight for you like Adrian was..

He felt your pain, but didn’t make it all about himself. Adrian was doing more for you than your own family ever did for you.

“Thank you..” You whimpered out into his chest hiccuping a bit finally just fully letting it all out.

Adrian rocked you both letting you cry for as long as you needed into him not saying a word. It was all you had ever wanted from anyone who had found out your deepest darkest secret.

He let himself silently cry as you panted feeling safe. “I love you...Thank you Adrian..Thank you..”

“Why are you thanking me? I just wanna be here for you. I always promised I’d be here for you and I am.. You don’t gotta thank me for that. I have never felt the way I do for you about anyone..”

You nodded adjusting yourself to sitting in his lap so you could cuddle as close as you could. Adrian had no complaints needing to feel you close as well.

“I’m never gonna leave you..I promise. I will never hurt you like that stupid motherfucker did.”

“I believe you. I know you wouldn’t. I’m sorry again-”

“Stop apologizing. You’re okay..I will never bring alcohol in this home again unless you approve of the brand and I will protect you from anything. I mean it Y/N..I’m so proud of you for opening up to me.” You sniffled kissing his neck. 

After a while, Adrian picked you up carrying you away to the bedroom. He got you a pair of his boxers and his hoodie to wear as he set the AC low knowing you slept better with the room cold.

You smiled as he crawled in next to you wearing his sweatpants pulling you close to keep you warm in the cold room. He still felt guilty for triggering you, but the guilt was being overpowered by his need to comfort you and make sure you felt love.

Of course he wanted nothing more than to go out and find the person who deeply scarred you, but you needed him right now. You were the most important thing to him. 

Adrian sighed as you let out a sleepy breath into his neck. “I love you..” He muttered out needing you to know again.

“I know..I love you Adrian just as much.”

“I don’t think that’s possible..” You smiled throwing your leg over his waist clutching him tightly. 

He was always gonna be the one to be there for you. 

Tonight proved that..

Adrian glanced down at you seeing you happily sleeping feeling his chest swell knowing you trusted him. He made you feel safe.

He’d always be your person. 

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