#we all thought we were winning and then suddenly we all got smacked in the face about it adfgfkj

[sketchy-scribs-n-doods]

i'm a little sad at how sparse steddyhands and stizzy art and writing is on here now after the finale (thankfully, i am still digging through the couple thousand fics up on ao3 so i'm not totally bereft)

because during the airing of the season there was new stuff in the tags every day, sometimes even every few hours, but i think the finale really punched all of us in the face

there's lots of good stuff from before s2 to go digging through of course, and ao3 and twitter still have some new art and fic and memes if you go looking for it, but the difference from before and now seems a bit stark

don't misunderstand me, this isn't me being defeatist, just being a bit melancholy (and mad at the s2 finale tbh lol) about it. shout out to the regulars i see in the tags still making stuff and posting jokes, ya'll are doing the most and i wish you all the passion and motivation and time to create in the world <3

#obviously in this day and age ppl seem to drop fandom right away after the media in question is done so it's not totally unexpected #but the stark difference between so much new art being shared during airing vs the sudden quiet after the finale was. damn. #the izzy tag and regular fandom tags are still pretty active but i have a very specific love lol and it is #stizzy #steddyhands #gentlehands #even the ed and izzy tags are a little more active tho that's mostly because of the meta and angst enjoyers (mood) #anyway as soon as i'm done with finals and have some free time during the break i am going to draw so much old man yaoi #and maybe finally do more of and share my steddyhands mermaid au lol #also one more thing #if i'm sad about how much less steddyhands and stizzy stuff is happening #i am sending so many thoughts and prayers ™ to the frenchie and izzy and lucius and izzy shippers bc goddamn #they also got fucked over this season #we all thought we were winning and then suddenly we all got smacked in the face about it adfgfkj

[pedantic-poison]

Charles jealous and possessive please, as much as you can imagine 🔥

belong to you | CL16

warnings: smut, 18+ MINORS DNI, language, choking, spanking, edging, unprotected p in v (mentioned)

word count: .6k

You really hadn't meant anything by it.

Well, you sort of had. But Singapore was only Carlos' second win, and Charles had seemed fine going out with the rest of the team to celebrate him.

And yeah, you'd been laying it on a little thick with Carlos, but you'd really just congratulated him a few times. More than a few times, to be honest. And you might've squeezed his biceps a few of those times, or leaned in close to speak into his ear. Maybe danced near him, just a bit.

And suddenly, Charles' large hands were on your waist, yanking you away from the crowd, from Carlos, and dragging you into a dark corner of the club.

"You really think you can spend the whole night teasing me like that and get away with it?" he growled into your ear as your back hit the wall.

One hand landed on your throat, squeezing lightly, as the other held you in place for him to grind against. The bulge in his pants drew a whimper out of you, which had him grinning against your skin as he trailed harsh kisses along your neck.

He slotted a thigh in between yours, pushing it up against you as you ground down onto it immediately, whimpering louder.

"Already needy for me, ma cherie?"

Before you could get out a snarky response, he bit down onto the sensitive skin of your neck, causing you to gasp harshly as he applied more pressure to your throat.

"Just for me. Only for me. All mine." His lips found yours, tongue invading your mouth quickly, dominating your own, and then he was nipping harshly at your bottom lip and pulling away.

His hands were sliding up your dress, finding the hem of your panties, tracing your slit through the fabric, growling when he found them already damp.

"This had better be for me, cherie."

The darkness in his eyes should've made you let up, but it only made you want to taunt him harder.

"And if it's not?"

The hand on your throat tightened to an almost painful degree, "Then when we get home, I'm going to remind you exactly who you belong to."

* * *

You whined out of frustration as Charles denied you an orgasm for the fifth time that night, pulling his fingers out of you. "No, no, Charles, please, please, please let me come, ple-"

A harsh smack on your bare ass silenced you, bottom lip quivering as tears streamed down your face, from frustration, from desperation, from overstimulation, you weren't really sure anymore. You could barely hold yourself up, straddling Charles' lap so he could reach your ass to punish you if you got too demanding, facing him so he could watch you cry and fall apart in his arms.

"If you wanted to finish, then you should've thought about that before you tried to tease me, mon amour. Since you decided to act like a little slut, I need to make sure you remember who you belong to."

"Y-you! Belong to you, Charles, please," you whimpered out, voice weak from how needy he'd made you.

"Please what, hm?"

"Please fuck me, please, I need you."

Charles hummed, pretending to consider it, "You need me?"

You nodded eagerly, desperately.

"Strange. Earlier tonight, it seemed like you wanted Carlos to fuck you. After all, he's the one you were throwing yourself at."

You shook your head vehemently, "No, Charles, just want you, only ever want you."

"And why do you only ever want me, cherie?"

"B-because I belong to you," you sobbed out, body wracked with exhaustion and yet still completely on edge for him.

He nodded sternly, "That's right, mon amour." His strong hands skimmed across the red skin of your ass, firmly gripping it to lift you up and over his cock.

"Gonna fill you up so you can never forget that you're mine."

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[edgrara]

𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐅!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

no warnings, female!reader, sfw, fluff

a/n - hihihi! sorry for not writing 😞😞. I have been vv busy as I’m starting a new semester soon plus im suddenly having like zero motivation to write 😭😭. (and thank you for 500+ likes! i really appreciate it A LOT! I’ll continue to write more stories so that my readers can enjoy!) 🥰🫶

“One tea with no sugar coming right up!” You called. It was a busy day at Madam Bo’s. You were practically running up and down, left and right. You sweat profusely and your legs began to sore.  “This is really tiring, my goodness,” You thought.  

“Hi (Name)! Have you finished your shift? I was wondering if we could go for a stroll,” Raiden blushed in embarrassment as he was technically asking you out. You giggled and you nodded in agreement and replied, “Of course Raiden, I would love to but first I have to work.  I can’t let Madam Bo catch me slacking off!” 

As you were preparing the order, Raiden sat down and observed. Little did he knew that someone caught him in the act. It was Kung Lao. “Raiden, you got a crush on (Name) eh? You’re staring at her, like literally,” Kung Lao joked and Raiden smacked his shoulders. “Alright Kung Lao, you got me there…” Raiden turned his head and Kung Lao winked at him, knowing that Raiden still has a chance at winning your heart.

“Here’s your order. Have a nice day!” You served the tea to your customer.  After serving, you were interrupted by a man that you have never seen before. He stood behind you and stroked your chin. You started to feel uncomfortable as you knew that these kind of people are always having something in their sleeves.

He tucked your hair behind your ear and then whispered and said, “Why work as a waitress when you can work for me? Same thing, but a different kind of waitress. You know, you really have pretty thighs.” Your face was in shocked and he snaked your thighs slowly.  Raiden saw what the man did. His fists started to clutch, anger grew even more and he approached the man with no hesitation. He can’t let you be in danger, especially since you’re his crush. 

“What are you doing with her?” He asked sternly. He glared at the man without blinking. You tried going behind Raiden to hide but the man grabbed your arm and pulled you to his side.  Raiden then punched the man and gripped you to safety. You stood behind Raiden and witness him fighting with the man. You only know the nice and sweet side of him, but you have never seen the fighting and protective side. You were flabbergasted on how he can actually fight and defend himself properly.

He zapped the man behind his back and pinned him down. “You are never going to mess with her, ever again,” He turned around and hugged you. “I’m glad that you’re safe,” he gently told you, reassuring you that you’re going to be okay.  You looked at him with soft eyes.  You thank him and he nodded his head. “(Name), actually I have feel-“ Before he could complete his sentence, you pecked his cheek. You smiled at him. “I knew it all along,” Raiden covered his face in shyness. 

“Hey, my shift’s finished already! Time flies really fast,” You informed Raiden.  “Come on! Now we can spend time together,” Raiden chuckled in your excitement and you both walked out together happily.

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@edgrara ‘23

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[steddieas-shegoes]

Request: actor Steve??? Singer Eddie at the grammy's??? Eddie's band winning a Grammy & Eddie proposing to Steve accidentally in his speech???? & Steve crying and nodding yes but he is in tears & can't stand up??? Ok but then at the Oscars Steve actually proposes on stage because he had broken his leg & Eddie helped him on stage. But his proposal is the same as Eddie's because he also asks during his speech & Eddie cries and they get engaged again ❤️❤️❤️❤️

BABYYYYYY!!! NOT ONE, BUT TWO MARRIAGE PROPOSALS?! YES! PLEASE! I love the idea of Steve being prepared to propose to Eddie, has a whole plan, and then Eddie gets so emotional when he wins a Grammy that he does it before Steve gets a chance. Steve CANNOT be outdone, so obviously he does it too. We love love! - Mickala ❤️

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Somehow, against every odd, Eddie Munson made it.

Corroded Coffin, through hard work and a pinch of luck, were nominated for a Grammy.

They’d spent years climbing their way to the top (hard work) and finally got signed to a huge record deal when an agent saw them opening for a metal band at a festival (pinch of luck).

Their first album broke records in ways that hadn’t been seen since Metallica stepped onto the scene.

Their first tour sold out in minutes.

Their second album had a lot of hype to live up to, and according to the Grammy nomination, it far surpassed the expectations.

He hated that Steve couldn’t walk the carpet with him, but he was happy he was waiting inside with all the significant others of the band.

Probably already drinking wine and champagne. Maybe even shots.

Dammit, Eddie hated walking the carpet.

Steve was a fun drunk, but he was even more fun when he’d only had a couple. His filter shut off, but he wasn’t quite at the point of bitchy. He was silly.

Steve was rarely silly.

Fun, funny, happy.

But never really silly.

Not like Eddie was.

But after a couple drinks? Downright clownish.

Eddie tried to rush through the remaining interviews, and the guys could tell, throwing him shocked looks. Eddie loved the spotlight, so it probably was a little shocking.

When they got inside, they were stopped by just about everyone who lived on planet Earth.

Eddie was ready to grab Steve and run.

Fuck the Grammy.

But he couldn’t do that. This was a possibly once in a lifetime thing. Wayne was watching at home even though he “doesn’t have time to watch those stupid awards.”

If they did win, Eddie had to give a speech, they had to go to afterparties, he had to fuck Steve against the window in their hotel room.

He shook his head, trying to clear it of any of those thoughts. Now wasn’t the time.

He walked into the main room, suddenly overwhelmed by the crowd and the vast expanse of tables and seating and stage area in front of him.

He caught a glimpse of Steve at a table not too far away, laughing at something Jeff’s wife, Amy, was saying. She’d almost skipped tonight, her pregnancy far enough along that getting all dressed up didn’t sound remotely appealing. But then she’d heard Steve was going, and she’d called her sister to alter her dress immediately.

Gareth’s fiancé, Sam, was sitting away from everyone, still not sure of her place in the group. They’d had a bit of a whirlwind romance, and Eddie would be more worried if Sam wasn’t completely head over heels in love with Gareth in high school first. But she’d only just met everyone a month ago, and this was the first public event she attended with everyone. She was visibly nervous.

Grant’s wife, Savannah, was clearly trying to make conversation with everyone.

And Eddie knew that Steve and Amy weren’t purposefully making it harder, but they certainly weren’t making things easy for her.

They were laughing so much, he couldn’t even be sure they were laughing at something.

He sidled up to Steve’s side, plopping down in the empty chair to his right.

“Eddie! Amy’s here!” Steve smacked his arm excitedly.

He was at least three wines in.

“I see that, sweetheart. Hi, Amy.”

“Hey, Eddie. He’s drinking for two,” Amy smiled fondly as Steve took another sip of wine.

“And she’s eating for two!” Steve said as he reached out to touch her belly. “I can’t believe I don’t get to have your babies, Eds.”

Eddie snorted. Amy let out a loud laugh.

“I’m sure we can give it our best shot later tonight,” Eddie whispered in his ear, smirking to himself when he saw Steve shiver.

They all continued chatting, occasionally getting interrupted by guests: producers, musicians, agents, even some kids who were big fans.

When the show started, Steve was drifting. He’d had maybe one too many, and he’d reached the sleepy part of wine drunk a lot sooner than he should’ve. Maybe because he barely slept last night. Maybe because Eddie fucked him in the shower and the couch and the bed, and then woke him up early to fuck him on the counter before he had to leave for an interview with Good Morning America. He was tired.

Eddie was tired too, but he was used to a lot of late nights and early mornings over the last couple of years.

Plus, he was running on so much adrenaline at the thought of winning a Grammy, he was pretty sure he could stay awake for another 12 hours.

Steve’s head rested against Eddie’s shoulder, his hand entangled in Eddie’s.

For seven years, Steve’s been his biggest fan, his person, his everything.

And for three years before that, he was his best friend.

He was there at grungy bars, outdoor festivals in rain or shine, that one fundraising event at the mall that was a total disaster. He was front row at their first opening gig for a Midwest metal band, and front row at their opening gig for Ghost. He was backstage for their first headlining tour, in the studio when they recorded their first and second albums, and on the tour bus when he could miss work.

It only made sense that he was here for this.

He wanted him here for everything.

This wasn’t the first time he’d thought that, probably not even the hundredth. He’d wanted to marry Steve for years.

But Steve was focused on building his own career, and Eddie insisted that he do what he wanted to do no matter what Eddie did with his career.

It meant a lot of time apart, a lot of FaceTiming at weird hours of the day or night because it’s the only time their schedules would sync up, a lot of missing each other.

But they believed in their relationship the same way they believed in each other, and they kept making it work.

He had a ring. He bought it years ago. Wayne had it so Steve wouldn’t find it, but they’d already planned on him taking it with him on his next stop in Hawkins.

He let himself relax a bit. Had a glass of wine, then champagne, and a beer. Their category was almost the last of the night, so they were able to relax for a while.

Steve knew a lot of people in the industry because of his acting career, but he’d made it very clear tonight was about Eddie to anyone who tried to talk to him.

The night was long, longer than Eddie could really handle.

His nerves were through the roof and Steve had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

When their category was announced, Eddie nudged him awake gently.

“Hey, sweetheart. I’m either about to be a Grammy winner or get a lot of great sympathy sex from you,” Eddie whispered in his ear as a camera guy settled in front of their table to get their reactions.

Steve was suddenly wide awake, the realization that this could be one of the biggest moments of their lives making him grip Eddie’s hand like a lifeline.

“And the winner for Best Metal Album is…” the announcer paused for dramatic effect. “Corroded Coffin with Reanimate!”

The whole room was cheering, but their table was going wild.

Steve jumped up the moment they said Corroded Coffin, jumping up and down and pulling Eddie up on his feet.

The next minute was a blur as they made their way to the stage, his boys surrounding him and clapping each other on the back excitedly.

They’d all worked hard for this, dealt with endless bullying in high school because their music was different, fought through the struggle of trying to appease bar owners and small town festival organizers with “softer” music so they could get in front of the right people. They spent thousands of dollars they realistically didn’t have to travel to places where metal was more welcome.

They had to take out personal loans to get studio time to record a demo and send it in to every record company they could think of.

Steve gave them 25% of his inheritance to buy their first tour bus because “it’s a good investment, and it’ll save money on hotels and eating out.”

When they got to the stage, Eddie realized that he’d have to speak.

Shit.

He’d kind of prepared a speech, but he also didn’t want to get his hopes up too much so he’d just let it go.

“Uh, wow. Okay. Thank you guys so much!” He started. He could just barely see the faces of everyone at their table, but Steve’s beaming smile was enough. “I didn’t prepare much other than that because I just didn’t think we would win. I know we’re talented and we work hard, but this is the biggest award you can win in the music industry and we still have a long way to go to really feel like we can even be in the same room as most of these talented musicians.”

He was killing it!

“I need to thank these guys up here with me, all the guys who work with us in the studio, everyone who makes tour possible, my Uncle Wayne, who probably is crying but won’t admit it when I talk to him later.” Everyone laughed. “But I have to thank Steve more than anything. I think the guys would agree he’s been the guy there for us through everything. He’s not just my boyfriend, he’s our first and biggest fan. Sorry to all the wives and future wife at our table.” More laughter. “I don’t know where we’d be without him, but I really don’t think I’d be who I am if not for the way he loves me, the way he’s always loved me. Even when it’s hard, even when we go months without being able to see each other, we find ways to make us work. We keep doing the damn thing even when the damn thing is hard. I didn’t plan to do this tonight, and Wayne is gonna kill me, but Stevie, sweetheart, I can’t go another day without knowing. Will you marry me?”

The room erupted into cheers, the guys on stage jumping up and down. He saw the camera guy zooming in on Steve’s reaction as they broadcast it on a screen by the stage.

But Eddie didn’t need the screen. He could see the tears streaming down Steve’s face as he cried, his smile bigger than life as he nodded.

“He said yes!” Jeff yelled.

The crowd cheered louder as Eddie handed the Grammy award to Gareth and ran down the stairs back to his table.

Steve jumped into his arms, wrapping his legs around his waist.

Eddie’s hands immediately went to his thighs to support him, and Steve’s hands cupped his face.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” Steve sobbed out.

“I can’t believe I haven’t done it earlier,” Eddie responded.

They kissed in front of the hundreds of people here and the possibly millions watching at home.

It was one of the best kisses they’d ever shared. The room around them went quiet, at least to them, as their lips moved against each other passionately, but with a gentleness they rarely had with each other anymore.

They pulled apart after a few more seconds, foreheads resting against each other as they caught their breath.

Eddie gently let Steve down, using his thumbs to wipe away some of his tears and giving him a beaming smile.

“Wayne’s got the ring. I have a feeling he’ll be making us come for a visit very soon so I’ll put it on you then,” Eddie whispered.

The rest of the band had trickled back to the table to collect him for post-win interviews backstage, but he couldn’t go without one more kiss.

Steve gave it willingly, always giving love in whatever way he could.

“Okay, I gotta go answer some questions. We’ll be quick,” he said with one more kiss to Steve’s forehead.

“Love you. So proud of you,” Steve said as he pulled away.

“Love you so much!”

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Steve’s engagement ring glistened in the spotlight hitting their table at the Oscars.

The Oscars.

Steve Harrington, almost Munson, was sitting at the Oscars because he was nominated for two awards: Best Actor in a Drama and Best Actor in a Comedy.

Eddie was sitting next to him, somehow more nervous here than he was at the Grammys.

His leg hadn’t stopped bouncing up and down since they sat down 20 minutes ago. The other people at the table were luckily good friends and didn’t think anything of his anxiety.

Eddie never got nervous before shows, or interviews, or photoshoots, or even his award shows. But when it came to Steve, he was a nervous wreck.

Before auditions, before appearances, before red carpets. He was on edge whether he was with him or not.

Tonight was no different.

They’d had incredibly busy schedules after the Grammys, only seeing each once over the last three months. But Eddie had told his manager nearly six months ago that he would not miss this for any reason, that Steve supported him at all of his big events, and he wasn’t going to ask permission to support his fiance, he just was.

Except it turned into more of Steve supporting him as the night wore on, the realization that Steve could very well win both categories keeping Eddie strung out.

It was actually a little cute.

The comedy category was first, and he had tough competition. Anytime you’re going against people like Jonah Hill and the people at Disney you have to be ready to lose.

And he did lose. Well, Eddie kept saying “it’s not a loss, it’s just not a win”, which was really the same thing.

But Steve wasn’t as upset as he expected to be. Comedy wasn’t really his forte, he’d only done a handful of comedy movies and shows over the last few years, and none of them were major roles.

It was the drama he cared about.

He’d put his heart and soul into this film. It was regarded as the breakthrough queer film of the year, up for enough awards tonight to be considered an Oscar Sweep.

He never would have gotten here if not for the man next to him, so he could handle his nerves easily.

“Drama is next,” Eddie breathed out, his hand squeezing Steve’s knee.

“I know, baby.”

“What if you win? Oh my god, what if you don’t? No, no. You’ll win. This is your best work. Seriously, don’t know why I would ever think you wouldn’t.”

Steve smirked as the announcer started saying all the nominees’ names.

The camera focused on him was probably capturing a lot of Eddie’s mumbling under his breath, but luckily they weren’t mic’d up so it would be easy to explain away.

“The winner for Best Actor in a Drama…Steve Harrington!”

“Oh my god! Oh my god! Steve I can’t feel my legs, I can’t feel them. Or my arms. I think I might black out, oh my god,” Eddie immediately turned to him with tears in his eyes.

“Baby, I need you to help me on stage. My leg’s broken, remember?”

And that was a pain in the ass. His last role required some stunts and Steve was an idiot and insisted on trying one for himself. It didn’t go well and he’s lucky it was just a broken leg.

Steve kissed Eddie’s lips softly, quickly, to get him to focus.

“Right! Okay,” Eddie stood up and held his arm out for Steve, who was using a single crutch to get around this evening instead of two. “Off we go!”

Steve giggled, and nodded at people clapping as they passed them on their way to the stage. Eddie was so busy looking ahead, trying to get him to the final destination safely, he missed the announcer making a joke about Steve earning the drama award by breaking his leg.

When they got on stage, Steve stood at the mic while Eddie stood at the side of the stage. He was crying, much like Steve had when he got his Grammy award.

“Sorry for taking my sweet time. As you can see, I thought I was able to do what stunt actors do and forgot that they’re actually very in shape and talented.” The room laughed. “Hey, no laughing, I didn’t win in comedy.” More laughter, louder this time. “I have to thank everyone who worked on this film; It’s truly one of those films that will continue to change lives. It was the most difficult job I have ever had, and I am so grateful for everyone who gave me the chance to prove that I could do it. I’d like to thank all my kiddos, who aren’t kiddos anymore, for all yelling at me in the group chat when I almost turned this down because I didn’t think I could do it. My agent, who goes through a lot of amazing opportunities but always manages to find the perfect one.” Steve looked over at Eddie and let himself finally tear up a little. “And Eddie. Can’t forget that guy. My support, literally.” He saw Eddie snort out a laugh between his tears. “Would not be standing here without him and not just because he had to walk me up here. Every time I thought about giving up, he made me go to one more audition or read one more script. Every time I’ve not gotten an offer I really wanted, he’s been there to remind me that there’s something better coming along. Like this one. I’d been turned down for a show I really wanted the same day I sent in the audition tapes for this role. I cried for hours on the phone with Eddie and he told me, I’ll never forget his exact words, ‘You’re meant for better and better will find you.’ And it did. But the best is you, baby. You’re the better that is at the beginning and end of all my days. I could never work again and I’d still be the happiest guy in the world because you’re mine and you want me just as much as I want you. Eight years ago, I was closeted, telling myself that the way I felt when my best friend hugged me was just because he was my best friend. Now, I’m winning an Oscar for playing a queer man in a deeply moving film about finding love for yourself even when love from others isn’t an option. I’m marrying you, that best friend who probably knew exactly what he was doing when he hugged me. And I know I’m wearing your engagement ring, and we’ve already set a date and picked the cake, but I feel like I should ask. Eddie, you’re the only one who gets me at my best, and you also get me at my worst and still love me anyway. Will you marry me?”

He watched as Eddie’s brain ran through a million options at once, finally settling on joining him at the microphone.

He pulled him against his chest, hand against the back of his head.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes, it’s a yes. Fuck, yes,” Eddie sobbed out.

The crowd was cheering, and the cameras were circling around the stage getting every angle of the moment that they could.

“Next time you’re on this stage accepting an award, you’ll be Steve Munson,” Eddie teased.

“It’s got a nice ring to it,” Steve said against his shoulder.

They pulled apart enough to kiss, much like they did at the Grammys: soft, passionate, but slow.

“Do you have a secret ring hiding at Wayne’s too?”

“No, no ring. Just wanted to show the world I love you as much as you love me.”

“Oh, so it’s to show off. Got it,” Eddie poked him in the side, smirking when he laughed. “Get your trophy before they kick us off the stage.”

Steve grabbed his award, waved to the crowd with one final thank you, and let Eddie help him off the stage.

They were getting married in three months, honeymooning in four. They’d just bought their first house together, spent the last seven years renting apartments wherever life took them. They started talking about taking a break after Corroded Coffin’s next tour and Steve’s next movie so they could start a family.

They had so much to look forward to.

But most importantly, they had the backseat of a limo entirely to themselves on the way back to the hotel.

If they left a $500 tip for cleaning after, it was their business.

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[artificial-transmutations]

Two sides of the same coin - Road to Success

"You know, they should just, like, close that place down." Alden said and took another deep drag. Devan, his pal, nodded eagerly and waited for Alden to give him the blunt.

Both young men sat at their usual spot in the park opposite of the big Financial Applications Partnership bank and smoked weed. Other guys in their age were probably in college right now, learning for their future, but not those two. They started smoking weed together back in high school and had not stopped ever since. Learning, working or earning money was such a foreign concept for them. Sure, they had their part time jobs to pay for rent, but it was not something they enjoyed doing or wanted. It was a necessity in that exploitative capitalistic system they had to live in that didn't let two fine young men do what they wanted all day long. In their case, this was relaxing in the park and smoking weed. Fuck the system, really.

"Or really, all the banks." Alden continued. "Who needs money anyway? Right?"

Finally, he passed the blunt to Devan who took a drag and smiled.

"Yeah dude. Money is the worst."

Then, he made a serious face for a moment and asked. "But imagine, dude. What would you do if you had like, a ton of money? What would you buy?"

Alden was distracted for a moment by a glittering object next to his old sneaker. When he picked it up, it was a shiny coin, sparkling in the sunlight. He pocketed it quickly. He kept his money in his pocket because he believed that wallets were for rich people.

Too late he realized that Devan had asked him a question.

"Sorry dude", he smiled, "what were you saying?"

Devan shrugged and took another puff before passing the blunt over again.

"If you had, like a million dollars or even a billion. What would you do with it?"

Alden thought about it for a while, then answered honestly.

"I'd probably spend it all on weed." Then he smacked his forehead. "No, wait! I probably couldn't smoke all that weed by myself, right? So, I would just buy everyone weed, tons of weed."

Devan laughed heartily.

"Yeah man. And we could have parties every day!"

They both laughed at the idea of having parties every day. That sounded great to them.

"But how would I even get so much money?"

Devan looked around and pointed the building at the other side.

"Perhaps you'd work at the FAP bank?"

Both laughed again, the notion was ridiculous.

"Then I would probably, like, need to go to college or even university, right? That sounds like so much work."

Some subtle changes occurred to Alden's face. His hair straightened itself and his beard got a little less messy.

"Yeah, and look at you, you wouldn't even be accepted by university. Not with these dirty shoes of yours." Devan joked and took the blunt back. Neither of the two men found it odd in the least as Devan’s own shoes dissolved suddenly, leaving him bare-footed. Shortly after, his feed became black and leathery, becoming clean black lace up shoes.

Alden nodded and got out of his shoes, putting on the new ones that were Devan’s feet just a few moments ago.

"But if I were in university, I would probably ace all my classes, because I'd be really smart. And don't forget I'd play baseball. I'd be the star of the team and win all games."

This time, the changes were more extreme. Alden’s body pumped up with muscles and his new shoes transformed into cleats.

"You would need proper baseball pants for that. No way you could play with those torn jeans."

Immediately, Devan's pants vanished and revealed his legs, balls and cock, which quickly began to change. While his legs became a pair of white baseball pants, his cock and balls hardened into a sports cup and jockstrap.

"Duh, of course." Alden was already discarding his old pants and fastened the athletic cup around his groin with the jockstrap before he pulled up his new pants.

"It would of course take a while to graduate, but I would surely be top of my class. I could apply at the bank then."

Alden quickly gained a few years and his whole appearance became more cultivated. His beard disappeared and his hair became well-groomed and dyed blond.

Devan, who was now literally only half the man he used to be laughed. "As if they would even consider you if you showed up in a t-shirt. A button-up is the least they'd expect."

Immediately, his torso flattened and folded in on itself, depositing his head on the bench with the blunt still in his mouth. What was once his arms and chest formed into a neat white button-up shirt.

Alden nodded seriously and changed into his new shirt. He looked smart and neat now, with his muscles straining the shirt just the right amount.

"Of course, I can't expect to make a fortune from one day to the next. It will take me at least 20 years of hard work to establish myself in the company and raise through the ranks to upper management."

Even his speech pattern was different now, but his changes were not quite over yet. His hard earned university muscles degraded somewhat again, as more and more years piled up in him, leaving him a mid-40s ex-jock. Still attractive, but with the hard cold eyes you need in order to be really successful.

"Just imagine wearing a tie everyday..." Devan joked, as the last part of him, his head, changed and transformed into a blue silk tie.

Alden nodded politely and quickly put on his tie with movements he did a thousand times before. Then he grabbed his cigar that had fallen to the bench next to him and sighed. That cigar did cost more than other men earned in a month. Still, it had fallen to the dirty bank, so he would have to throw it away. It didn't matter. He was successful and rich now, what did he care for people less successful than him?

He straightened his expensive suit and walked back to the FAP bank. Time to make more money.

If you like the theme, be sure to check out my other stories of the same kind!

#inanimate transformation #inanimate tf #male transformation #age progression #two sides of the same coin

[cxhleel108]

LITG S8 Thots for this week: I love winning!

(Fusebox hasn’t proven me wrong often…damn near at all, but oh do I love when they do!)

• Ok but his body kinda tea I’ll give him that.

• Also do I spy a Libra tattoo??? LIBRA GANG STAND TF UP!!!♎️♎️♎️

• Luna really just want every man in here except her own like damn bitch just give Jin to me since you so open to change😭😭😭

• The spat being us disagreeing on one thing for maybe 30 seconds and then Oakley immediately apologizing to and worshipping me like ok girl, sure.

• Keep trying all y’all want I’m not turning on my man😑😑😑

• We not doing this again uh uh.

• But also…HOW DO WE GET OAKLEY IN THESE??? QUICKLY!

• The fact I was finna deny speaking to Hari and then he brings up that he has intel on my man ugh they know how weak I am help💔

• The intel in question being that he was gonna ask us to go exclusive. WOW! WHAT A SHOCKER!

• Theo what I have to say to you couldn’t take any more than 5 seconds. Stop wasting my time PLEASE!

• Oh yes I love when a man acts “playerfully”…

• It was so obvious that the letter was from our partner can we stop being fucking dumb?

• We didn’t emote enough after reading that letter. I needed my bitch to break out into tears while screaming or something!

• They are arguing over the letter omfggg the day that this villa knows peace, pigs will be flying.

• I busted out laughing at this cuz some of y’all were theorizing that Bea was his sister. Do you know how funny that would’ve been if she was😭

• Oh for christ’s sake can Luna shut the fuck UP? I’m so tired of her getting pressed at Jin being flirty with other bitches as if she don’t do the same exact shit. Ho mad cuz he says Bea might be hot but was just begging Hari to give her pussy a taper fade haircut, girl byeeeee!

• Theo finally manned up and admitted he wants me. Woohoo! Can we move on?

• Outfit time!

• Ngl I thought this was gonna look a whole lot more stupid but thankfully it doesn’t. Now as to why they made accompanying shoes that we couldn’t even put on is beyond me.

• Jin stfu😭😭😭

• IGNORE WHAT HARI AND I ARE DOING BAE IS BACK AAAAHHHHHH😝😝😝

• Yes use the good punani powers to distract him sis exactly!

• I’m seriously so glad I didn’t have to wait 20 episodes to see my bookie bear again like y’all don’t understandddd.

• He just got back and he already being messy helpskdmsmasnd.

• I know they ain’t actually shocked that I dropped the rope during tug of war…I already told y’all I am a one dick woman!

• Figures that Bea is the one that’s actually with my man, yet Luna is the one that’s making me wanna smack the shit outta her.

• Outfit time again!

• Say what you want but they are definitely killing the outfit game this season. Another bad bitch fit!

• The fact we can just tell Hari to shut the hell up so we can listen to the other date awww he really shoulda chose another girl to go after.

• Ok I fucks with you Bea! We love real bitches here💯💯💯

• And the fact Oakley recognizes that we would NEVER play those games oh when I tell you we fucking him real good tonight!

• God why am I so evil😭😭😭

• We actually get a private moment and they didn’t hoodwink us this time omg can we get fed like this more often?

• Oooooo wait clock his tea bae! Cuz that actually don’t make no fucking sense like how you out of practice for 2 years and suddenly you pulling out romantic ass stories just cuz you meet one bad bitch on Love Island?

• Oh lord someone duct tape Luna mouth shut before she start another yap fest.

• To clarify, when I say “you both” I’m referring to Oakley and his donk. Sorry Hari!

• Mind you the stuff that’s supposedly gonna change my mind about him is finna be some shit like “Instead of buying you a box of chocolates, he said he was gonna get you a giant teddy bear and a bouquet of roses and carnations.” Like can y’all cut this shit out it do not be gagging us anymore😕

• Because of course as soon as y’all bring me my baby daddy back you take him away again…

• Welp, loyal girlies I guess it’s time for us to suffer for another 2+ weeks!

#oh well a win is a win #my man is back #that’s all i care about #litg #love island the game #litg tempting fate #litg season 8 #litg s8

[wheretheharekissesthefox]

Why do you make me feel this way? - Chapter 4: Gift

Astarion knew why everyone had fallen head over heels for Tav. She was sweet and caring, and he'd been a fool to believe that she'd fall for his shameless attempts of seduction.

Gale made goo-goo eyes at her and stumbled over his grandiose words whenever he talked to her.

Halsin looked at her like a cleric at a statue of their deity and told her the sweetest things in the most genuine way.

Karlach was just her joyful self and wrapped Tav into a hug anytime she could since her mechanical heart was stabilised.

Lae'zel showed her affection by making less biting comments and by stopping to look down on Tav.

Shadowheart teased Tav flirtatiously and told her repeatedly how much she values her support and trust.

Wyll acted like an old-fashioned gentleman and thought that shielding Tav from danger was the right way to win her heart.

And Astarion? Astarion had held a dagger against her throat when they'd first met, fed from her every night to be even strong enough to fight at her side, and still struggled with nightmares about Cazador.

Astarion was broken and nobody wanted broken things. Tav would never choose to be his lover, everyone else was much better suited, and Astarion knew it.

Wistfully, the vampire spawn observed how the human bard praised Gale's stew, cooed at Halsin's carved wooden duck, gave Karlach a quick but heartfelt smacking kiss on the cheek, complimented Lae'zel's weapon-sharpening technique, encouraged Shadowheart regarding Shar's trials, commented on Wyll's footwork as he went through his daily training routine, and petted Scratch and the owlbear cup. Astarion's heart ached. Now, Tav walked over to him. The vampire spawn put on a cheerful smile and lilted: "Hello, what can I do for you?"

"Actually, I think I can do something for you for once," Tav replied, looking sincere. "While wandering through the ruins of Shar's temple, I found a couple of interesting books."

"Mh, yes, darling. We all know you love collecting souvenirs."

"You got me there," she chuckled, "but this is for you."

Tav thrusted a dusty tome into his hands.

"The book's about dealing with trauma and pain. I've read the first couple of chapters to see if it could be helpful to you and I think it could be. There are detailed instructions on how to work through unpleasant memories and how to 'digest' them instead of shoving them into the far back of your mind to try to forget them. You should read it and try out the techniques."

Astarion blinked at her dumbly.

"You want me to read a self-help book to 'get over' the torture that I endured for two hundred years?"

"Uhm, if you put it that way, it sounds tactless," Tav muttered and averted her gaze.

Astarion felt like a jerk, thus, he spoke his next words more softly: "I understand that you're trying to help, so, thank you. I can use a new, stimulating bedtime reading."

His undead heart skipped a beat when Tav beamed at him.

"Good. That's good."

Her hand lingered on his forearm for a bit longer than necessary before she turned around with flushed cheek. Astarion watched the bard go, holding her gift close to his chest. He desperately wished for the book to work like magic.

"Hm, your presence makes her blush like a peach that turns pink in the sunlight," mused Halsin.

Astarion jumped when the druid suddenly stood behind him and could barely hold back a startled squeak. The wood elf chuckled amused.

"No need to be alarmed, Astarion. It wasn't my intention to sneak up on you."

"But you did," replied the addressed huffily.

Halsin chuckled again, a rich, warm rumble from deep in his broad chest. Astarion imagined how cosy Tav would look spread out on that hairy torso. Next to the druid, she almost seemed dainty. The polar opposite of how she looked next to Astarion. The latter found the thought of being picked up by her alluring though – and rather hot.

Halsin cleared his throat und Astarion realised his mind had drifted away while his eyes were still staring at the druid's chest. Why was the wood elf so much taller, broader, and bigger than him? Astarion pursed his lips, slightly peeved.

"I do feel flattered by your attention, but it's a bit unnerving that you're so quiet," Halsin told him. His tone was warm, his eyes soft, and his smile genuine.

"Apologies, I was in thoughts," Astarion replied, truthfully. "Now, excuse me, druid, I have a book to read."

When he made his way past Halsin, the latter murmured: "Tav likes you."

"Obviously. Everyone likes me," the vampire spawn spoke with a wink.

The other man sighed.

"That's not what I meant. She... She has a big heart and you take up a lot of space in it. Cherish such a gift, Astarion."

The vampire spawn gaped after Halsin who walked deeper into the temple ruins to collect flammable objects to fuel their campfire.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #fanfic #astarion #astarion ancunin #gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #halsin #karlach #karlach cliffgate #lae'zel #shadowheart #tav #wyll #wyll ravengard #scratch #owlbear cup

[bubybubsters]

Share (Eris x reader)

a/n: I just feel like writign and i have no ideas. send ideas please. pLus i have almost no life and a bunch of time. Also trying another perspective.... Thanks for voting, this one looked as though it would win so I went ahead and wrote it.

also Eris is high lord

⚠️- none?

word count- 1,955

Y/n's POV:

I sighed pushing the branches blocking the hunting path out the way. Cursing myself wouldn't help anything even though I'd been doing it the past hour. I never should have gone so deep into the woods. Now I couldn't find my way back to my cottage. The branch I was holding slipped from my grasp and slapped my face with a loud twang! A string of curses left my mouth and I blushed as a chuckle reached my ears.

A red haired high fae male appeared, his clothes the color of the forest around us. No wonder I hadn't seen him. He smirked at me, "Such a pretty girl with such a dirty mouth, how shocking."

I glowered at him but didn't deign to respond. His face became more serious and he smiled, "Look there's and inn kinda close, I'm going there. You look like you could use a hot bath and a place to sleep, so put aside your pride and join me unless you have somewhere else to be?"

I thought about it, I really didn't want to admit I was lost but... well I was lost. Besides a bath and shelter was good enough a reason to follow this arrogant male. "Okay, lead on."

He grinned, "As you wish lady, my name is Eris and this is going to be a lovely 9 miles." I cursed in my head, 9 miles? I'd probably already trekked 50+ miles (a/n: fae can do that right?). I followed after Eris and was amazed when it seemed as if all the trees were moving out of his way. Thats when his name hit me.

Eris. As in the high lord? I opened my mouth to ask but he cut me off, "Yes I am the High Lord, no I can't read your mind. To be fair I can practically sense your shock from here though." I stared at his back for a moment.

"Well then my lord, what are you doing out here by yourself?"

He glanced back and gave me a look. "First of all I'm not by myself am I? Second, what happened to the rude girl that curses? And third, just call me Eris please."

I raised my brows, "That 'rude girl that cusses' is still here, she just became slightly more polite. Thank you for your input on my attitude Eris."

I watched as Eris' body shook with silent laughter. "No problem, but I don't believe I ever got your name."

I hesitated, weighing my options. He was my high lord but he might not appreciate what I was doing every day. "Y/n."

Eris stopped so suddenly I smacked straight into his chest, not realising he'd turned around. "The Y/n who saved dozens of villages when my father and I fought? The one who keeps helping with the rebuilding effort by defending the villages from the creatures that come out at night? The person my soldiers can never find? That Y/n?"

I grimaced, he was making my actions seem a lot more vital than they actulaly were. "Yeah, that Y/n." I looked down at the ground, sure soldiers were about to leap out and arrest me.

Instead I felt cold fingers on my chin, lifting my head to look into Eris's amber eyes. He smiled and I gawked at him. "You're not mad?"

He stared at me, confused. "Why would I be mad? You've been helping so much and you always seem to be there when I can't. Even my brothers respect you."

I gawked at him, his brothers respected me? The Vanserra family had a reputation for scorning everything and everyone. “Well if I’m so amazing, why would you send your soldiers looking for me, high lord?

Eris blinked, “Uh because I wanted to reward you. What did you think? That I was going to punish you for helping my people?”

“Well…yes?”

Eris sighed and turned back around, starting to make his way to the inn. “I would never.” I blinked at his back, I’d heard Eris was a considerably better high lord than he father but still. “I- okay thanks?”

Eris laughed, “no need to thank me little fox, you’re the one helping my court afterall.”

As we continued through the woods, I realised the path was getting wider and looked as though more people had been walking here. We must be getting close.

moments later we came to the outskirts of a town. Only a few buildings littered the streets but it seemed to be quite crowded. Eris let me to a run down building in what seemed to be the middle of town. It was the tallest building and had lots of windows. All the lights were blazing but shadows still lurked in corners. Eris led the inside, letting me trail behind him.

When we reached the clerk she looked at Eris and I and recognition flashed over her face. She bowed her head, “High Lord, Y/n; savior of life and defender against evil.”

Eris cast an amused glance back at me and I grimaced at the title the lesser fad had given to me. Eris smirked, full of arrogance and swagger as he said, “we’ll need two rooms or one room with two beds.”

The clerk paled, “high lord, we only have one room left and it only has one bed. We could kick another out for your comfort?”

Both Eris and I said at the same time, “no need, we’ll share.” I glared at Eris as he sent an exasperated look my way.

Sighing I turned back to the clerk, “as long as there’s room for one of us to sleep on the floor.”

Now the clerk winced, “Well… it’s the last basement room and um the smallest. It has a bed and a bathroom, no room for anything else. Deepest apologies my lord and lady.”

I glanced at Eris but he seemed the same as ever, completely unruffled. He smiled at her, “Thank you, we’ll take that room if it’s not to much trouble.”

I stared at him, were we going to share a bed? Because I did not like where this was heading. The clerk sputtered apologies and led us down a narrow, spiraling staircase. We emerged in a dark hallway with a few rooms on either side. She led us to the end of the hall and opened the last door on the left. Eris and I stepped in as she bowed and murmured thanks and apologies.

The room could’ve been a big closet, it had one bed about the length of a single pillow and a small door leading to a small tub and sink. I closed the door as we took the room in and my chest brushed against Eris’ shoulder. We stood on the only floor space available, about as big as a coffee table.

Silence reigned until I cleared my throat and started to open the door, "uh.... I'll just leave you. I can probably find my own place to sleep." Giving Eris a small smile I added, "thank you High lord for leading me to this town."

Eris flashed me his signature smirk, "didn't I tell you to call me Eris?" Not waiting for an answer he continued, "And you're staying, you will sleep in that bed whether you like it or not. Besides if anyone's leaving, its me if you don't want me here."

This male really was the opposite of his father, he seemed to be giving me a choice. "Well then Eris, I'd like to stay and since I don't seem to be in the position to kick you out I guess you'd better stay as well. And I don't care if you've given me permission, Im not kicking my high lord out."

This time when Eris smirked it was feral and very, very suggestive. I glared at him and stalked into the bathroom, "I call bath rights."

Eris's POV:

Eris couldn't seem to stop thinking about Y/n as the sounds of running water filled the tiny room. He sat on the bed, it was small enough that he would have to touch her, there was no way around it. By the looks of it, sleeping would be most comfortable if he cuddled her. Which by the looks of the glare, she did not seem to be remotely interested in.

He still couldn't believe that she was the Y/n that he had thanked many times. She'd saved at least half his people by now. She seemed so fragile when he'd first saw her, despite having at least 10 weapons that weren't hidden.

He jolted as the bathroom door opened and Y/n appeared. Heat immediately rose to his face, she had just undergarments on. She gave him a look that told him not to say anything about it as she set her weapons on a hook on the wall. "I didn't bring night clothes so you're going to have to suck it up and stop staring like an idiot."

Eris gave her the cockiest grin he could muster up, "Don't worry, I usually sleep in my underwear but for you I can do nude." She looked about ready to slap him as he swaggered past her to the bath. When he brushed her shoulder he leaned down and whispered, "You'll be naked soon enough as well."

For the rest of the bath he couldn't get the image of her bright red face out of his mind.

Y/n's POV: (why am i switching back to first person?)

You'll be naked soon enough as well.

Eris's words kept ringing in my head as he bathed. I couldn't help but think of the muscles so clear through his too tight shirt. I sighed, picking at my clothes before stripping so I was naked. Two could play at this game.

As I climbed beneath the covers I turned my thoughts toward Eris' extremely muscled chest so when he came out he would be sure to smell my arousal. It couldn't be missed as I felt my body heat up.

The door to the bathroom opened and Eris appeared with a towel slung low across his hips. Cauldron that chest. He sniffed and his gaze immediately shot to me. Then to the undergarments hanging next to my weapons. His nostrils flared as he climbed into bed so we were facing eachother, lips bare inches apart.

i felt the covers shift as he removed his towel and tossed it over his shoulder. I slowly moved my legs forward and entangled them with his.

Silence settled for a while as we just stared into eachothers eyes, content to be there. I'd made the first move, I wasn't going to make another. And thank the mother I didn't have to. Eris held my eyes as he slowly leaned forward, placing his lips onto mine.

The kiss was soft and tender at first but when I didn't pull away, Eris deepened the kiss so it was desperate and passionate. It felt so good to be kissing this male, it felt right.

Eventually I had to pull away and when I looked into Eris's eyes they were soft and he was smiling at me. A real smile, not a smirk. I leaned forward and quickly pecked his lips and turning around before he could see the blush that stained my cheeks.

But his soft chuckle told me he had caught it. Eris slung an arm over me pulling me into his chest. "Goodnight little fox, sleep well."

I smiled to myself, realising that this was the most comfortable I'd felt since my familys death to Beron's fire.

So of course, that's when the bond snapped into place, ringing in my ears. In my soul.

a/n: think this is my longest fic yet! hope you enjoyed!

#acotar #bubybubsters #acowar #fanfic #eris x reader #eris x you #eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra #eris acotar #high lord eris #thank u

[nokacchan]

yang jungwon as a bad boy

📎 how you got close to the notoriously known for being a bad boy, yang jungwon.

📎 genre : fluff // unedited

- you both had comp class & happened to be placed in the same group.

- fortunately you were in the same group as your girl best friend & she happens to be good friends with the 2 males in your group, one of them being, yang jungwon, the bad boy and other being, bang junhyuk (aka win).

- he looked scary but your friend told you that he was not that bad like those rumors circulating around.

- everything was going fine, you were sitting beside your friend & junhyuk.

- however she was getting on your nerve. it sounded ridiculous but she was googling your full name on the internet. (we all do that)

- you complained to junhyuk which he only responded with a laugh. adding on to your nightmare, he decided to google "is y/n a duck?" before going back to play geoguesser (—.—)

- meanwhile everything was happening between the three of you, jungwon couldn't help can overheard the conversation. he smiled but thank god the mask covered the lower half his face.

- you huffed your cheeks in frustration before moving on to sit the opposite side of the table with jungwon.

- he raised his brows at you before continuing to "do" his work on the comp.

- you looked over to his comp to only see him on y8, playing a bus driving game.

- picking up the courage you called him out.

- "yah jungwon, you are suppose to do your work", you leaned over to watch him play the game.

- he chuckled before continuing to play the game. "I finished my part, have you finished yours?", he asked. you nodded your head.

- "are you really that interested in buses?", you leaned against your chair.

- "not really, anyways this is you", he spoke pointing to the girl who had just entered the bus in the game. "what!? that's a little girl!", you exclaimed. he laughed before patting your head.

- "this is you and you're taking bus (no.) home", he spoke.

- you looked at him stun. it was the bus you always broad home after school but how did jungwon know if he always took the train back.

- "how did you know?"

- "you stay near (place) & how I know? that's a secret", he cheekily smiled under his mask.

- you rolled your eyes at him. "whatever stalker", you spoke, earning a laugh from him.

- junhyuk and your best friend eyed the both of you while you both conversed.

- you picked up his phone, struggling to open the camera from the lockscreen.

- suddenly jungwon slide his hands over yours, opening the camera app for you.

- your cheeks heat up from embarrassment. "thanks...", he only hum in responses, getting back to the game.

- you snapped some photos of yourself and some with him.

- let's add on the video of you on his phone, talking mid way and him stun that the bus drove off cliff in the game.

- you looked at him 👁️👄👁️

- he broke into a laughing fit while you smack his shoulder. "yah! you killed me", you huffed. "oops", he ruffled your hair.

- welp you both got closer after that very day but I guess he wasn't as bad as people thought he was.

- although your group did get scolded by your teacher for being loud but at least you all finished your work.

#yang jungwon #yang jungwon x reader #yang jungwon x you #jungwon x reader #jungwon x you #enhypen x reader #enhypen x you #enhypen #enhypen fluff #jungwon fluff #yang jungwon fluff

[yourdailydoseofmarijuana]

To be or not to be (drabble)

Gojo x gn reader

Summary: You reminisce about what you once were and what you are now. Gojo has his eyes set on a future.

Word count: 700+

A/n: Turned out pretty short, but let your mind make up for my lack of inspiration at the moment. Not proofread.

‘See you tomorrow, sensei!’

And with that yet another class had ended, the three students parted ways and you were soon left behind in an empty classroom. Not that the absence of the small group made much difference; the rooms have always been rather generous for the scarce amount of sorcerers wandering the school grounds. Somehow, even in the slightest, they do make a difference - my students. After all, what's a teacher - a school - without them? What would that make me?

Either way, you called it a day.

The sound of footsteps down the corridor faltered as you hopped off the desk to wipe the blackboard clean and rearrange the chalk in its box. The setting sun flooded the classroom in warm rays, coating the scratched tables, disarrayed chairs and walls, stained through time, in a glowing hue. Outside birds chirped amidst the distant voices and the clattering of weapons of the older students on the training fields.

Suddenly you were 16 again, straying in sunbathed classrooms after hours, either scratching gum off the desks because you'd upset Yaga or diving so deep into a conversation with your peers that for a moment you'd forget where you are - who you are. The only thing that'd really matter was getting out of your punishment as quickly as possible or winning whatever debate was afoot. You didn't have to worry about the dangers lurking around every corner in your life, you didn't have to think about all sacrifices made or to be made. No curse - neither a lousy grade 4 or one closer to your heart - could make your mind deviate from that little moment in your little life as a sorcerer.

I'd take any punishment from Yaga, I'd let Satoru win any argument even if he's totally wrong - all of that a million times just to return to our simple little life. To be 16 again.

But then, thinking of those that stay 16 forever, you wish they would've aged up to a hundred years old and died like old - normal - people. I wish we would've been normal people - normal teenagers with normal teenager problems.

A knock on the door drove away your sulking disposition. Perhaps Itadori had forgotten his notebook again or Nobara, her pencil case. Or was it Megumi seeking advice?

You rubbed your hands on your thighs, staining your pants with the pale ghost of your hand, and sat down on your chair, crossing your legs.

'Come on in, it’s open,' you called out.

Almost instantly the door swung wide open, smacking the cupboards behind it. By the dramatic entrance alone you knew exactly who it was.

'Pff, class hasn't even started yet. And here I thought I was late again,' Gojo said, entering the room and claiming the two tables in front of you.

'You are late, actually,' you stated calmly while eyeing him.

'And what exactly are you going to do about that, sensei? Punish me, hm?' he taunted.

You sighed. Some things truly never change.

'I was about to leave, actually,' you stated. You had your back to him as you packed your stuff, veiling a teasing grin that streched across your face.

'Boring!' Gojo exclaimed exaggeratedly, throwing his hands behind his head. 'It's like talking to a second Nanami,' he muttered.

You didn't say anything as you took a seat on the front desk, clasping your hands around your knee.

'What's that look for?' he raised an eyebrow questioningly.

'Do you remember that one time we pulled a prank on Yaga on april fools and he had us scratching gum off all the desks in the entire school? And you were constantly making up excuses to leave and Shoko wasn't taking any of your shit so she threw the gum at your face? And then Suguru stepped in and got hit instead and-'

'Woah, hey, where's all this coming from?' he interrupted the flood of memories. 'You made 'em scratch gum off the desks?' he added, referring to the trio that'd just left the classroom before he'd made his appearance.

'I've been thinking', you said softly as you stared at the scratches littering the floor from the chairs being pushed and pulled. You wondered who had reeled their chair so hard it had left such a scar. The option 'Gojo Satoru' didn't even sound so far-fetched, if you thought about it.

Or maybe we've all been jabbing the same scab all those years.

'You think too much,' he pouted, crossing his arms like a child.

'And you seem to not think at all sometimes. I don't know what's worse,' you countered.

'Hey! I do think, for your information - like, all the time.'

'Do you ever think about the past?' The words left a burning sensation on your tongue. It didn't take a cursed technique to imbue those words with an aching aftertaste - the word 'past' had grown to feel like nothing less of a curse.

Silence engulfed you in a suffocating hold. Not because this conversation was leaning towards awkwardness, but because the topic itself touched a painful spot on you both.

'You're not going to drop this, are you?' he sighed and he suddenly sounded tired.

'I'm sorry. I can't help it. I think I just need some sleep-'

'I do,' he cut you off, 'Think about the past, I mean. Like, all the time,' he chuckled dryly. 'Every time I see those students - I can't help but feel like, you know.'

'They're like us,' you finished in a whisper. In a way.

He didn't say anything for a while. Outside the training fields had run empty and the stars slowly started to pour in the sky. He didn't need to say it out loud. After all, you both shared the same unspoken vow.

They won't have to be like us.

As your thoughts flew through every corridor, every rooftop you'd sit on with Shoko, every spot you'd share lunch together with the boys, every dorm you'd sneak into for secret movie nights past curfew - you remained in your classroom, with Gojo seated across from you, sinking into your newfound routine of nostalgic silence. How odd, he can shut up after all, you'd think every time, grateful he'd drop the jokes and façade to reminisce what you used to be. And then, when night came around he'd walk you to your room, circling around the school for more that necessary, dreaming about what you could be some day.

It didn't take him his Six Eyes to recognise that look in your eyes whenever you'd bring up your shared adolescent years, but he'd have to muster up all the willpower in his heart to move on and to finally dream of a future. One where his loved ones could simply be, because they want to be, not for being told to or for having no alternative. Be happy, be free, be loved. Be together.

#jjk #jujustu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #gojo fluff #gojou satoru x reader

[atrwriting]

chapter two -- the wolf and the dragon (aemond x you)

super original title right

captain 'barely proofreads' reporting for duty with another chapter

as always, warnings: no smut (sorry i know), violence, sexism, alcoholism

you fell into a routine soon after the arrangements were made: wake up, work your normal business hours, politely kick out all of your employees after closing duties were finished, and retreat to your apartment so the targaryen brothers could do what they pleased with your business downstairs. it proved rather difficult to ignore the louder screams, but from a peak out of your bedroom window you realized men were never carrying a body over their shoulder. you considered that a win. busted and bruised men walked away from your building, aegon and aemond usually left after a drink or two, and while you probably should’ve felt wary… you didn’t. you would breathe a sigh of relief at every sight.

there were times where you would venture out from your bedroom late at night in search of the comfort that the sting of jose cuervo down your throat provided you when you couldn’t sleep. you tried not to, as you were a firm believer in curiosity killed the cat, but some nights proved more difficult than others.

“my brother told me you liked to venture out late at night,” a tired and raspy voice spoke when you found yourself downstairs in the bar one night. “never thought i’d make the acquaintance with smiley face pajamas.”

aegon targaryen. you sighed.

“you’ll be waiting a bit on the pajamas,” you spat. “after hours visitors means i am completely covered. when i’m in search of a night cap, that is.”

he smacked his tongue against the back of his teeth. “damn shame. stark women are always a sight. mean, but always a sight.”

“i’m quite pleasant when i’m not being bothered,” you grumbled, grabbing two glasses. “poison?”

“beer, doll,” he rasped. “i’m about as bothered tonight as you always seem.”

“not something stronger?” you genuinely asked. “you look like you need it.”

he shook his head. “business to take care.”

“damn shame,” you sighed. “you’re nicer when you’re drunk.”

he chuckled. “next time.”

you fished out a cold bottle before pouring yourself tequila. aegon’s gaze was far away, even though he stared at the top of the bar. the wood was cracked and worn and it definitely didn’t deserve as much attention as he was giving it, which meant he was in another world.

“do you need to talk about it?” you ventured.

he was still before a small smile was brought to his lips. “pillow talk is reserved for post-sex. and… sweetheart, you don’t want to know.”

you shook your head. “you and your brother are so cryptic.”

“you studied law, right?”

you narrowed your eyes. “how did you know about that?”

“jimmy loved to talk about you,” he laughed, trailing off. “but, anyway… you of all people should know that if you’re kept in the dark, no one can charge you with being an accomplice.”

“aiding and abetting is still floating in the air,” you snapped.

"only if they can prove it," he quipped.

suddenly, a loud crash was heard from below your feet. you immediately jumped, but aegon didn’t move a muscle. your gaze snapped to him, but he remained unbothered.

“should we…”

“no,” he stated. “my brother will take care of it.”

that’s when you heard aemond’s loud scream. you both ran for the basement door.

it was stupid to follow the sound of the scream, but you couldn’t help yourself. if you got in front of aegon, that meant he couldn’t stop you because he was more worried about his brother than making sure the small bartender didn’t see what secrets were hiding in her basement. barreling down the steps, you both looked around the room trying to catch your breath.

“fuck—“ aemond gasped.

aemond was wrestling with an unknown man in the middle of the floor. the man had a piece of tape lingering on his forehead, and one piece on his cheek, meaning aemond had tried to dull the man’s senses. discarded ropes were on the flood, a chair has been thrown to the ground, and you immediately gasped before throwing yourself into the fight.

the man was on top of aemond, holding him down by the throat with his knees pressed into aemond’s shoulders. his intent to kill was so strong — and probably also the pain from the torture he had endured minutes before — that you successfully hopped over the man and wrapped your forearm around the man’s throat, having his chin rest tightly in the crook of your elbow. you yanked his weight back, holding his throat in your grasp. he struggled against your hold, but no one's strength could last for that long when their air supply was cut off. headlocks were your favorite.

“fucking bitch — where did you —“

you weren’t very strong, but aemond had done a number on the man before that he gave away easy when you hauled him off aemond and to his feet. he was struggling against your forearm, but there was no strength or adrenaline left in him to try and kick our your legs. kicking him in the back of his knee, coupled with the loss of oxygen, he fell to his hands and knees on the hard cement. you held him in place before aegon had finally stepped in, smacking the man upside the head with the handle of his handgun.

“thank god you had the next move because i usually flip the channel before a poor asshole gets knocked out,” you breathed heavily, placing your hands on your hips.

aegon eyed you quizzically, genuinely confused. “and miss the best part?”

you rolled your eyes.

aemond got to his feet and immediately cast daggers at his brother. his face was red, bloody, severely bruised, and his glare seemed hazier than usual.

“you let her down here?” aemond bit.

aegon shrugged. “smiley’s fast.”

aemond was seething, “you let her best you? more than once?”

aegon quirked an eyebrow. “i wasn’t the only one bested it seems. you don’t look well, brother.”

“come upstairs,” you ordered aemond. “we need to reset your nose.”

“it’s not broken!” aemond grunted, casting a glare your way.

you rolled your eyes. “i can tell it is. aegon can deal with… him.”

aegon let out a sigh of discontent before he muttered how he should’ve taken the vodka over the beer. you went up the stairs as aemond followed reluctantly behind you.

“whiskey or vodka?” you asked, grabbing your kit from under the bar and gesturing him to sit down at one of the stools.

“tequila,” he stated.

you nodded before pouring him a glass. “what happened?”

“don’t ask.”

you sighed. “...alrighty then. how’s the pain?”

“it’s fine.”

“not a man of 'tmi,' are you?”

“nor a man of many words,” he spat. “especially when you knew you weren’t supposed to be down there.”

“seeing as though aegon looked worried, i figured it was allowed.”

“it’s never allowed. you know better,” he spat as you disinfected his wounds.

“yeah, well…” you sighed, trailing off. “your eye socket is okay… but under your patch is bleeding. can i… check?”

he swallowed thickly and paused. he nodded reluctantly.

you removed his eyepatch and set it down on the bar next to you. he was sure to have a black eye in the morning, even if only a sapphire jewel rested in his socket. what remained of his eyelid was split, but nothing too worrisome.

“first time i’ve ever seen you get got this bad,” you sighed. “usually you walk out untouched.”

“and it will be the last time,” he said through gritted teeth, like a warning.

you chuckled, lacing his patch back on. “mad a girl got him off of you?”

he grabbed your wrist suddenly then and glared at you. also a warning.

you sucked in a sharp breath as you stared back at him, frozen. his angry eye remained on you as you tried to shrug off his hold, successfully getting out of it before returning to your work.

“was only joking,” you grumbled. “finish your tequila… i have to reset your nose.”

with his eye still on you, aemond slammed his tequila and placed the glass back down on the bar. he swallowed thickly and gestured for you to continue. your jaw tensed as you reached for the side of his face with one hand, his nose in the other, and snapped it back into place in a swift movement.

“fuck-!” aemond grunted through gritted teeth, leaning closer towards you in pain.

“all better,” you said, pressing gauze underneath his nostrils to catch any stray blood. “you’re a bleeder, aemond, jesus…”

he ignored you. “where did you learn to do this?”

you swallowed. “bartenders should.”

“came in handy,” he sighed, reaching for the stray tequila bottle and pouring himself another glass. he finished his pour quickly before pouring another. “saved me a trip to our shit doctor.”

you chuckled. “do you need pain meds?”

he shook his head. “tequila is fine.”

he went to get up, but his shoulders were swaying. you immediately grabbed him by the arm to steady him. “tequila is fine, but it’s strong… sit down.”

reluctantly, he sat back down. “i need to make sure aegon doesn’t need help.”

“there’s only one way to get out of that basement,” you reminded him. “we’ll hear either him or that guy running up it, hopefully not the latter, if they need you. you should rest. you’re no use to anyone like this.”

aemond didn’t respond, and you didn’t think it was right to push it. you left him at the end of the bar with his glass and his tequila, and passed him a cup of water. you turned on the frier and started making chicken tenders and fries to curb his drunkenness. as you both waited for aegon, you tidied up the bar as he sat there quietly. through his injured eye, his gaze was trained on the bar. his exhaustion and annoyance was obvious, and you hoped it wasn’t being worsened by the tequila.

unlike his brother... he wasn't nicer when he was drunk.

the frier signaled it was done, and you immediately retreated behind the bar to the kitchen. grabbing his food and condiments and going back to him, you served him his food.

“you should eat. tequila’s deadly on an empty stomach.”

he picked up a fry. “so is no sleep. aegon needs to hurry up.”

“do you want me to check?” you asked.

“no,” he grunted. “he’ll be up soon.”

you busied yourself once more, hoping to pass the time. aemond ate silently, and thankfully finished his food. you threw in more food for aegon, thinking he probably would want a bite to eat after he came up — and his own bottle, but that was a different story.

aegon came up shortly after you had plated his food, and the man from before left out your front door without acknowledging anyone. the two brothers didn't bat an eye, let along glance in the unknown's man direction as they let him leave. you eyed the door curiously, and then the brothers, and threw your hands up in annoyance.

“you knocked him out with a glock!" you stated with eyes trained on the both of them.

aegon shrugged. “these for me?”

you shook your head in disbelief. “y-yes… here’s your vodka. why is he allowed to just walk out of here?”

“killing is messy,” aegon settled calmly. “he won’t cause trouble after this.”

“why’s that?” you demanded.

“we’re a team of two, sweetheart,” he reminded, shoveling food in his mouth and washing it down with vodka. “we have no need for an accomplice. and, right now: i’m a team of one. on that note, i need to get laid, so i’ll be off... unless you’re willing to take one for the team, sweetheart.”

you scoffed. “i’m not a member, as you just reminded me — so, no, find another victim."

he winked before walking away. “aemond, i’m taking the car.”

“drop me off first?!”

“nope,” and he left.

aemond sat and stared at the door, and then also shook his head in disbelief. he muttered a few insults under his breath as you contemplated your next move.

“i’d drive you, but i’ve been drinking,” you said.

he ignored you.

you shifted from one foot to the other uncomfortably. “you can… crash here… if you promise that was the last visitor of the night.”

he looked up at you and narrowed his eyes. “and why would you let me do that?”

“seems like you don’t have another ride,” you shrugged. “also, scary men are less scary when you’re nice to them. you’re grumpy.”

“i’ll pass.”

you rolled your eyes, sighing. “i’m off then. goodnight aemond.”

you didn’t expect him to come up. you really didn’t. you figured he had found a ride, called some broad, overstayed his welcome and kept eating chicken fingers downstairs, or aegon had busted a nut too quickly and came back around to apologize to his brother. actually, scratch the apology. probably just finished his dick appointment and picked up his brother.

no matter what happened, you didn’t expect him to come up that night. so what did you do? you planted yourself on the couch and watched sitcom reruns. there wasn’t much else to do at 1am when it was difficult to fall asleep at a normal hour, and you were too frightened to venture downstairs and find another nightcap. so you laughed along to chandler bing, and tried to drift off to sleep.

emphasis on tried. you were comfortable, snuggled up in your favorite blanket and cute pajamas, and exhaustion was about to take you when you heard your front door knob began to twist.

fuck.

despite your dream like state, you immediately jumped up when the intruder showed himself.

aemond targaryen.

you threw your hands up in anguish. “i was about to go for a knife!”

he pursed his lips. “my apologies.

you sighed, retreating to a defeated stance with your hands on your hips. “take the bed in the other room.”

his brow furrowed. “i’m not taking your bed from you.”

you rolled your eyes. “a woman in hospitality doesn’t let guests sleep on her couch. plus, i’m watching television.”

“fine,” he replied with reluctance, stepping into your living room. “then i’m watching bad sitcoms too.”

#aemond fic #aemond #aemond targaryen #prince aemond #aegon ii targaryen #aegon #aemond x oc #aemond x you #house targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd #aemong x oc

[theladycarpathia]

Harringrove Week Day 1

July 29th - Heatwave

“Should we stop them?” Chrissy asks sweetly, like she’s actually worried. Her eyes are all huge and anxious, a little flush to her cheeks that could be excitement or the unexpected heatwave that smacked into Hawkins at the end of July. This piece of shit town gets worse in the heat, if that’s even possible to believe. But maybe that’s Billy’s hazy memories of last year, the thick cloying heat of the Mindflayer.

“They’ll be fine,” Billy says, without even looking. Because it’s hot as balls, and he’s lounging on a deckchair with a beer pilfered from Harrington Senior’s stash and when he gets too hot he’s gonna cannonball into the pool. Because it’s a day without work, or catch up school, and Max doesn’t need a ride and he has no obligations or responsibilities whatsoever.

And that does not include stopping his boyfriend from killing Chrissy’s boyfriend.

“There were freaking bats, dude!” He can hear Munson saying and he doesn’t miss Steve’s indignant huff.

“I nearly got eaten by the fucking bats,” Steve retorts and Billy cracks open an eye to take in the view. He’s never going to get over how fucking pretty Steve is. “Or did you forget, Munson?” To make his point, he jabs a finger at his previously smooth, unblemished abs, now marred by a thick scar that juts out just above his swimming trunks. 

“That’s not adding to your coolness points, dude,” Munson says flatly. “You had to get rescued by Hargrove. No offense,” he says, swiveling suddenly like he’s only just remembered that Billy’s there. Billy raises the beer can at him. Despite a brief, tumultuous period where he thought that Steve and Eddie might be a thing, he and Munson have an understanding. 

“And you got rescued by Chrissy,” Steve counters, throwing his arms up in the air. Chrissy winces, remembering the all too close encounter where they’d nearly lost Eddie. It’s still something she and Henderson don’t quite talk about. “We’re even in losing fights with bats.”

It says something about their lives and their collective encounters with the Upside down that that even makes sense. 

“Yeah, but it was a metal concert…” Munson protests and Billy tips his head back against the sun-lounger and sighs. If those idiots could sit their asses down, this day would be perfect.

“Are you sure they’re okay?” Chrissy whispers and accepts the beer can that he offers her. He never noticed her much at school, just yet another pretty cheerleader wandering the hallowed halls of Hawkins High. But then the whole Vecna fight happened, and it turns out Chrissy is pretty badass. No wonder Munson fell head over heels for her.

Their friendship is odd, he knows. The old Billy from before wouldn’t have looked twice at her. She’s too sweet, too soft, the kind of pure that Billy hasn’t been since he was seven years old. But she’d gone into battle alongside the rest of them and never once hesitated. Not bad for a chick in pleated skirts.

“Steve might push him into the pool,” he says easily, although he’d pay to see that happen. “Let them fight about it. We’re the most badass.” He offers her a fist, which she cautiously knocks. Her fist is tiny compared to his. Hard to believe this chick was able to escape Vecna. But then again, she’d had Eddie to help her. If the call had been between Vecna and Steve, Billy knows who would win every time. 

“I took on a Demogorgon with a nailed bat!” Steve says, furiously stalking back to the cooler and Billy. When he holds out a hand expectantly, Billy presses an ice cold can into it. Once his hand is free, he’s able to slide his fingers along the smooth dips of Steve’s hips, lazily watching as Steve cracks open the tab and takes a long drink. He still can’t quite believe he’s able to do this, to touch Steve so easily in front of other people. And while ‘other people’ still only means the Party and its various associates in private settings, he’ll take it. His feelings for Steve have been brewing ever since that first glimpse on Halloween night and the day he woke up in the Upside Down to see Steve, dripping blood and wielding an oar, was the day that they all bubbled over, spilling into every crevice and chink in his armor. 

“With help,” Munson adds, looking somewhat out of place. While Chrissy is in a cute blue swimsuit, and both Billy and Steve are shirtless, Munson is still wearing a t-shirt, claiming that years of D&D in basements and dark rooms have left him unfit for the sun. Billy thinks that Eddie’s name should have been the Vampire rather than the Freak.

“And the demodogs, and the tunnels, and Russians, and Vecna, and the Mind Flayer,” Steve lists, pushing back the hair that’s fallen in his eyes. “You weren’t there for the dead melty flesh monster! Except you, sorry,” he says apologetically, half turning to Billy. Billy shrugs. As he got possessed and then basically killed by the Mind Flayer, he’s okay with it not counting. Munson can argue all he wants but none of them have Steve’s credentials when it comes to this kind of stuff. It sounds like he’s half the reason all those idiots are still alive. 

“That doesn’t sound good,” Chrissy murmurs, delicately wrinkling her little nose. Steve gives a harsh huff of laughter.

“Understatement,” he says dryly, crumbling up the beer can and chucking it in the vague direction of the trash bag. “Hey, I’m going swimming. Come with?”

Billy doesn’t have to look up to know that Steve’s speaking to him. He merely puts down the beer can and hauls himself up. Steve has a thing about his pool, something to do with a girl who died there long before Billy ever set foot in Hawkins. And Steve wants to swim but won’t go alone.

He streaks past Steve and leaps into the pool with a battle-cry loud enough to upset any other nearby Loch Nora inhabitants. The few seconds when he’s fully submerged under the water feel blissful - nothing but the sting of the cool, clear, chlorinated water, the rushing of bubbles in his ears. This isn't Cali, but Steve’s here and it will do. 

One day he’s going to take Steve to the sea.

When he rises to the surface and flicks his wet hair out of his eyes, Steve’s still standing by the edge of the pool, looking unimpressed. 

“Smooth, Hargrove,” he calls out and Billy grins. Steve’s so busy paying attention to him that he hasn’t noticed Munson sneaking up behind him. 

When Steve is inevitably tipped into the water, Billy swims over and pulls him up, sliding one arm around Steve’s waist. Steve spits out water and grabs hold of Billy’s biceps. They float there, in the middle of Steve’s massive pool, and Billy is overcome with the urge to kiss him, onlookers be damned. 

“Why did we invite them?” Steve asks, watching Munson swoop down on Chrissy and pull her, giggling, out of her chair. Billy carefully wipes water away from Steve’s eyes and then pushes his hair back over his forehead. 

“Fuck me if I know,” Billy says, watching Chrissy be pulled into Eddie’s arms and how the light catches her hair when she throws her head back. They both know what it’s like to have something else inside your head, making you feel insane, and he’s glad that she’s happy. “I was all for fucking in a deckchair and eating pizza. You’re the one who wants to be social.”

“I could have invited Nancy and Jonathan,” Steve points out and then laughs at Billy’s face. He’s not ever going to be a fan of Wheeler. 

“We can still have pizza,” Steve says, looping an arm around Billy’s neck and winding his fingers through the damp curls there. Billy snorts.

“Oh, that’s the thing you focus on,” he says and, because he can’t stand it anymore, finally leans in to kiss Steve. Steve’s mouth is soft and warm, with the tang of the beer still on his tongue. They kiss lazily, drifting in the water ever so slightly, pressed together from lips to toes.

Coming back from the dead wasn’t easy but it was fucking worth it for this.

They’re disturbed by Munson taking a giant leap into the pool, a shrieking Chrissy in his arms. The resulting wave swamps them both with water again and Steve slips out of his arms to help Chrissy dunk Munson. Billy swims back down the pool to the deeper water and drifts onto his back, closing his eyes against the intense heat of the sun. When the day has cooled, they’ll order pizza and watch one of the videos that Steve is forever bringing home at Robin’s recommendation. And once Chrissy and Eddie have gone home, Billy can relieve Steve of his trunks and lick all of the salt off his hip bones, swiping his tongue over the scar and up his ribs, until Steve’s too turned on to wait. They’ll probably sleep in a messy pile on the floor again, patio doors thrown wide open to let in the cooler night air, and Steve will get up to make Billy coffee before Byers drops off the brats.

And tomorrow, it’ll be more of the same, watching shrieking teenagers take over the pool while he sits in a chair and admires the muscles in Steve’s long, lean back.

When Billy watches Steve throw back his head and laugh, he can feel the words on his tongue.

He thinks he’s going to say them soon.

Overhead, the sun reaches its peak and the heatwave continues.

#harringroveweek #harringrove week #Steve Harrington #Billy Hargrove #harringrove #edissy #hellcheer #prompt: heatwave #stranger things au #billy lives #chrissy lives #eddie lives #this is the version that exists in my head #billy x steve #It's Luna's first harringrove event #apologies for any inconsistencies #I'm english #I will add this to ao3 #and the collection

[xtrafluffyteddy]

Play stupid games win stupid prizes

Pairing: Eddie munson x reader, Steve harrington x reader, Billy hargrove x reader

Mentions: cursing, cleaning frenzy, play fighting

This is for shits and giggles

Part of the home for wayward souls series

You were in one of your cleaning frenzies you got every 4 months, you were scrubbing the walls, yelling at the boys for trying to use dishes, shampooing the carpet the whole nine yards

Well the boys thought it would be funny to mess with you a little while you were cleaning, it was little things at first like using a glass you just cleaned or trying on a bunch of clean clothes just to put them in the dirty clothes basket or walking around with their shoes on

All of those didn’t get to you to bad it wasn’t until Eddie decided to pour soda on your freshly mopped floor that they knew they fucked up suddenly your chasing all three of them with a broom in one hand and a wet mop in the other you had already taken down eddie with the wet mop having smacked him in the back with it sending him tumbling in the hallway “don’t leave me hereee” Eddie cried dramatically “your on your own Ed’s” both of the other boys said as they barricaded themselves in the bathroom

Max had gotten home by then, having gotten a ride home from the arcade curious as to why Billy and Steve were screaming, why Eddie was on the floor, and why you were welding a mop and broom like duel swords “what’s going on here?” She questions cracking a smile when you hand her a broom “we’re beating up the boys for fucking up my cleaning routine” she nods in excitement standing next to you while Eddie plays dead on the floor

“Open the door boys and it won’t be too bad for you” you coo sweetly getting the mop ready for the ultimate smack down you were gonna deliver, and Steve almost fell for it too about to unlock the door before Billy tugs him back much to Steve’s confusion “we can’t let her win” he whispers before clearing his throat “we have to requests before we come out”

You roll your eyes but set down the mop making sure it smacks Eddie one last time “and what are those requests?” You question looking over at max who’s still in smacking position “you don’t hit us super hard, and you kiss it better afterwards” you mull it over and then snicker “okay then come on out” you step back from the door right as Steve gets pushed out and Billy locks himself inside again “damn you hargrove!” Steve cries as you both smack him lightly with the broom and mop getting him soaked with mop water “ewww what the helll” he groans before laying down with Eddie to play dead

“Max” you whisper to the young red head “go get me the key from the junk drawer” she snickers and rubs off coming back with the skeleton key to the house “you got 5 seconds B or I’m comin in” you warn trying not to laugh “I dare you” Billy calls out from the bathroom having hidden himself in the tub “well I gave you a chance” and with that your in the bathroom in a blink of an eye closing the door behind you sounds of a struggle, then water running, then a girlish scream heard from inside causing Eddie and Steve to shake their heads as they laugh “poor bastard didn’t even stand a chance” Steve jokes

Billy is the first one out of the bathroom soaking wet pouting like a cat who just had to take a bath followed by you with a smug grin on your face knowing you’d won this battle, you high five max who was dying of laughter at the sight of three grown men soaking wet having been taken down by an angry lady with a mop.

#eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie st4 #eddie munson stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie my beloved #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #billy hargrove my beloved #billy hargrove stranger things #billy hargrove imagine #billy stranger things #billy hargrove x reader

[pretty-blkgirl]

Make It Out Alive

[PART ONE OF THREE]

Gn!Reader//Bestfriend!Skz//Explicit Language//Triggering Themes such as; mentions of d3ad b0dies, ghosts, demons, bl00d, brief mention of vom!t, reader gets mildly injured

Genre; Crack/Humor, supernatural

~~~~|~~~~

“I can’t believe I let you dumbasses drag me here” You groan, following after your eight best friends to the old, abandoned house. Even from 20 feet away, you could smell the odor protruding from the dwelling. You gagged as Han grabbed your arm and pulled you to the porch.

“Stop worrying y/n” He said, still holding onto your arm as if you were going to run away at any moment.

“The plan is simple” He spoke, grinning down at you “Three teams of three, whoever finds the money first wins. They get to split it amongst themselves however they like. All losers must stay in the house until the sun comes up”

“This is such a bad idea” Chan sighs. Being the dad of the group, he warned you all that nothing good could come out of this. This house saw many curious people, all breaking in to find the supposed fortune that was hidden somewhere inside. Hundreds of people came, nobody lasted more than 10 minutes.

The residency was supposed to be converted into an official hunted house but nobody had the willpower to stay in there for a long period of time. At one point, the house was even going to be torn down but the workers tasked with job quit for some unknown reason.

God knows you didn’t want to do this, but your friends wanted to do-as Changbin called it-“dumb young people shit”

Whatever that fucking means.

You all would be lucky if you even made it out alive, let alone make it passed the record of 10 minutes.

And for what? To find some money no one even knows really exist? Bullshit.

“Guys I think we should listen to Chan. This is a dumb idea” You say, watching as Minho and Seungmin look through the windows.

“Y/N don’t tell us you’re scared” I.N laughs. Oh but you weren’t laughing. They were playing with your life and you didn’t appreciate that.

“Guys y/n is scared so let’s just leave” Felix takes a nervous deep breath and pulls you into him. Poor boy was just as scared as you were. He was here for the same reason as you; not wanting to be made fun of by your friends.

“Listen Felix, if you and y/n wanna leave at any given moment, you can. We won’t hold it against you, we promise” Han smiles, “You guys are being really brave for even agreeing to do this”

The both of you seem to calm down at your friend’s sincere words. Fine, it’s not like you’re going in alone anyways.

“Are we ready?” Han asks as he yanks the door open. If you thought the outside smelled, the inside was even worse.

“Oh my god” Hyunjin damn near screamed, “It smells like raw ass in there”

“Of course you’d know what raw ass smells like” Seungmin laughs, earning a smack on the head.

“Listen bitches, here are the teams; Me, Han, and Hyunjin. Changbin, Seungmin, and I.N. Felix, Y/N, and Chan. Everybody got it?”

You all nodded and hesitantly followed after Minho as he walked in. You were the last one in, contemplating making a dash right back out the door until it suddenly slammed behind you.

“Oh fuck no” You heard yourself say as you quickly began to pull and twist the doorknob.

“Y/N, why’d you slam the door?” Han asked, calming down from being startled by the door

“I didn’t do that shit” You whisper-yell, “Oh my god we’re gonna die”

“Nonsense. It was probably just the wind” Changbin says, clutching onto I.N and Seungmin for dear life.

“WHAT FUCKING WIND?” You yell, fed up as you desperately try to open the door

“Y/N don’t yell! You wanna wake up the demons?”

“Them bitches don’t sleep!” You say, feeling the doorknob detach from the door.

You felt your stomach drop as you stared at the shiny, metal object in your hand.

“….Don’t tell me that’s the doorknob” Chan says after a small pause.

You turn around to look at your friend, annoyance written all over your face, “…What the hell else would it be Chris?”

Minho grabbed the knob from your hand and inspected it, “I’ll reattach it after we find the money. Come on, lets make this fast.”

“All we’re gonna find is DEATH Minho” You stress, fear quickly replacing your anger.

“Okay new plan! We all travel as a group and when we find the money, we get the fuck outta here” Han announces, “We’ll split it even between us nine”

“I heard there’s a million hidden somewhere in here, so about, 111,000 for each of us” Seungmin says, eyes growing wide

“Okay math wiz” Hyunjin mumbles, looking around the living room

“Hyunjin don’t go too far” Chan warns, “Stay where I can see you”

“Yes dad”

You feel a sudden chill run up your spine, making you jump- gaining Felix’s attention.

“I don’t like this” He whispers to you, “The door just slammed by itself and they’re still talking about this money”

“Exactly. I say we break a window and make a run for it”

“Good idea” Your freckled face friend says. He takes your hand and leads you to one of the windows. You both look around, trying to find something to break it with.

While looking around, you finally start to take in the decor. A busted, dusty green couch with a large brown stain on one of the cushions. A carpeted floor that was oddly clean for how old the house was- however you did notices some brown splotches around your feet. An armchair in the corner of the room, green like the couch and sporting matching stains. The walls had scratched up, teal wallpaper. There were some dusty paintings hanging, with some unfinished graffiti art. Something you found unsettling was the large clock that hung on the middle of the wall, going counterclockwise.

You felt another chill, looking away from the clock and finding a small table with a wrench sitting on it.

“I found something” you say to Felix, but it caught everyone’s attention.

“What are you guys doing?” Han asks, “What did you find?”

“Something that’s gonna get us the fuck outta here” You quickly inspect the tool and decide it should get the job done.

“Woah, what are you guys doing with that?” Changbin questions. He was no longer holding onto his younger friends, but was standing close to Chan.

“We’re gonna break the window”

“Oh come on” Han groans, “Don’t give up so early! We’ve been in here for nearly 10 minutes! We’re gonna break the record AND find the money”

“Han the fucking door just slammed by itself. You didn’t find that weird?”

Han sighs and makes his way over to you and Felix. The two of you step back from him, knowing he was about to start begging you to stay.

“Listen. Just hang on for a little longer? We need to find this money”

“For what Han?” You ask, fed up.

“Because it could help us out a lot! For me, I can pay the rest of my tuition, I can get a new apartment, I could put a down payment a car!”

“That’s great Hannie but you said Lix and I could leave whenever we wanted. We won’t even ask for any of the money, then you guys would have more”

Han sighs once more but gives you both a sincere smile, “You’re right. You two can go, I’m sorry for even making you come to this place.”

You smile back, no longer the angry at your friend. Jisung was a thrill-seeker, he always did shit like this- and made sure to drag the rest of you with him. While majority of the time you’ll enjoy whatever adventure he brought to you, this time you genuinely wanted to leave.

“Thanks Hannie. You all call us as soon as you leave this place. Text us every 20 minutes while you’re in here”

Suddenly, you heard a beep coming from I.N’s Apple Watch. It was an alarm, indicating that you all have passed the 10 minutes mark- and made it to the 11th minute.

“Well, we passed the record. That’s counts for something, right Lix?”

Felix chuckles and smiles at you, obviously feeling a bit of pride in himself for being so brave.

“Okay now let’s break this damn window. I didn’t forget about the whole ‘the door slammed by itself’ thing”

You gestured for Han and Felix to step back. With all your might, you threw the wrench at the window and quickly turned away to avoid any shards of glass.

You all heard the glass break. You heard the wrench fall on the porch outside. But when you all looked back at the window, it was still perfectly intact.

“Oh fuck”

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Friend

Summary: Mikey had a friend that April knew so did Casey and Verna actually even splinter knew but mikeys brothers did not

Version:2014/16

So you are mikeys friend most people that mikey knows also know this, you had known mikey for quite some time actually you two met a week before he met April, so awhile k

now and you guys hang out quite alot. No he didn't save you from the foot clan or some muggers he actually met you because you were chasing your friends dog down an allyway and he happened to be there, as you can tell you ran smack into him and he screamed and blah blah you know how it ended. You guys play video games together both at your apartment/house and at his home, sometimes you guys are in his room goofing off actually one time you guys had a competition to see who could throw the most food in each other's mouth, now you wanted to win so you threw a pizza slice at him. You guys had a lot of fun that day, but want surprises everyone is that mikeys brother don't know you or even that you exist. You guys weren't secretive about it, you've seen his brothers before knew their names but they don't know you. Maybe they just chose to ignore you or maybe they think your just some online friend mikey has who knows but all you know is that today you got to bring your new game over and who knows maybe the brothers will finally see you but until then you have a game to bring.

Your pov

I was making my way to the lair thinking about the halo game in my hands. When I got there I seen mikey already playing a game. I walked over to him and sat behind him on the couch next to one of his brothers, Donatello more specifically, he was programming something on his computer that look q bit complex for normal computer, but as everyone can tell he is why to focused to tell what is going on around him so everyone let him work. I handed mikey the game and he handed me controller while also putting the game into the Xbox. "Thank mike" "Your welcome" I noticed Don look up from his computer and at mikey for not even a second before going back to work. "So do you know how to play" I looked down at mikey after noticing his struggles to load the game "no but I got this" I nodded before looking back up, after 10 minutes he finally got to the main screen "Ah ha got it" I decided to fake snort "y/n" I could tell mikey turned to look at me "Y/N!" I faked shooting up like I suddenly woke up "huh what happened" mikey huffed before turning around "hurry up and join in" I chuckled before we finally started to play. Mid way through the campaign Leonardo sat next to me with a book. I didn't look over to focused on the campaign to notice leo sat next to me, after a few minutes of me and mikey dieing mikey paused the game. "We suck at this y/n" I looked down at him "us? No your getting us killed Mike next me I've played and beat this game a ton of times, I'm not the one getting us killed" I felt the couch shift snd seen mikey look over and wave at Leo, "hi leo" I looked over looking at Leo as he waved back before looking at me. "Who are you?" I feel quiet "are you serious?" Leo nodded looking confused "I've literally mediated with you before, because splinter said it could help clear my mind" Leo's face fell from confused to embarrassed "Oh" leo looked at still embarrassed, "but whats your name" leo looked back over "y/n" "I thought you were just an online friend" I looked at Don as mikey and leo made eye contact before looking at me and donnie. "Nope" donnie nodded before going back to his computer. After the four of us went back to what we were originally doing Apri. Casey, and vern walked in. April said hi to everyone while Casey and vern had a small probably meanless argument. After some more fighting in halo when a loading screen popped up I could see Raphael walking up behind me. I sighed waiting for him to get close enough. When he got to a certain point I said something. "Before you ask yes I've been here and my name is y/n, ring a bell?" I looked over my shoulder seeing him flabbergasted he took a second to process behind scolding "how do you know mikey" I laughed "I finally get to tell the story so basically the short version is my friends dog had escaped through the front door I was the first time ran after him, now after like 20 minutes of running he turned the corner straight into an allyway were mikey was, I rammed into him but got the dog in the process then we just kinda started hanging out and bam here we after best of friends" raph took a second before nodding and putting his sais away "so youknow our names?" Raph asked before sitting between me and donnie "yes I do" he nodded before looking at what we were playing. And like that we all started to hang out and I became part of the family, some days I being Italian over instead of pizza (I know pizza came form Italy but were not talking about pizza so don't come for me) they loved it, so I would bring different types of food they wouldn't be able to try without the help of a human but hey it all works out in the end.

A/n: hope you guys enjoyed it was fun writing this.

#tmnt #tmnt donatello #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt raphael #tmnt x male reader #tmnt imagine #bayverse tmnt #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2016 x reader #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2016 x male reader

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Undertale September Day 3 - Chara

“The meeting begins now,” said Chara. They were standing on a stump, with Frisk and Flowey at their feet. “Apprentices, you have completed your training. Now, you will become warriors. Little one, come forward. What is your name?”

Neither kid moved for a moment.

“Flowey. That’s you.”

“I’m not that little!” Flowey whined. He scowled at Frisk, who was looking down on him and laughing. “Okay, whatever. I’m, uh, Rottenfang.”

“Technically you’d be Rottenpaw,” said Frisk. “You’re still an apprentice.”

“And I get to choose your warrior name,” said Chara. “Rottenpaw, you are now Rottenflower. Serve your clan with pride.”

Flowey opened his mouth to argue, but thought better of it. Frisk raised their hand. “My name is Starpaw, Lilystar,” they said.

“You can’t be Starpaw,” said Chara indignantly. “What if you become the leader? You would be Starstar. And that is stupid.”

“I think it’s cool,” said Frisk, crossing their arms. “But if you hate it so much, I’ll settle for Redpaw.”

“Redpaw is acceptable,” said Chara. “But now, you will be… Redsoul. Serve your clan with pride.”

Frisk laughed. “Is that the best you got? Are you roleplaying as Asgore?”

Before Chara could answer, a group of teens approached the clan, hissing. The kids who had arms mimed clawing motions.

“Ambush!” shouted Flowey.

“That’s right, losers!” Snowy tried to push Chara off the stump. They didn’t move, so he just stood in front of Chara instead. “Deathclan, the mightiest of clans, is taking you over! And I, Eaglestar, will rule over you puny kits!”

Chara put some extra gravitas in their voice as they assumed a fighting position. “We will never surrender to the likes of you, foolish one. I suggest you retreat before you feel our wrath.”

“Oh yeah?” laughed Monster Kid, who was squaring off against Frisk. “How’re you gonna win? There’s only two of you!”

“Actually there’s-“

“Wrong, Redsoul!” Flowey exclaimed. He encircled the group with his vines, preventing Chara and Frisk from escaping. “I betrayed you and Lilystar! I’ve been working for Deathclan all along!!”

“Wait, since when?” said Snowy.

“Since always, fools! And you never suspected a thing!!!!”

“Well, we’ve only been playing for five minutes,” said Frisk.

“Quit breaking character, Redsoul!” Chara snapped. “So, Rottenflower, you have turned on us.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t have, if you let me be Rottenfang,” said Flowey. “You’ll pay for that now!” His vines constricted, making all four kids look worried. “Surrender, idiots!!!”

“Never!!!” yelled Chara. “I summon the power of Starclan and slash the vines into pieces!” They smacked at the vines. “You have to pretend like you’re dead now, Rottenflower.”

“Haha, that’s what YOU think… Well, I actually was blessed by Starclan, so I have extra lives! I get back up!!!”

“I start emitting black smoke,” said Frisk.

“That’s not a cat thing,” said Chara.

“Maddie does it.”

“Ugh!!! Whatever!!! You’re all captured now, okay?” Snowy flapped his wings in frustration. “Now we’ll take you back to our hideout and keep you there forever!”

Suddenly, the bell rang. Flowey de-summoned his vines and jumped into his indoor flowerpot.

“‘Cool’ game, Chara,” said Snowy.

“I didn’t even get to do anything,” complained MK.

“We’ll continue from this point next time,” said Chara, picking up their backpack. “What name did you pick?”

“Bonepaw,” said MK, following the other kids into the school building. “Snowy made me Boneflake. It doesn’t even make any sense.”

“It doesn’t have to make sense,” said Chara.

“Then why couldn’t I be Starpaw?” said Frisk.

“The power of not letting you pick a cool name overtook me.”

#undertaleseptember #undertale fic #my fic #chara #frisk #flowey #monster kid #snowy #if any of these are real character names sorry