#(I just want to make sure I didn't shoot myself in the foot with the formatting)

[shotmrmiller]

it turned to smut in seconds, i cannot control my own hands, ok. 18+ (implication of breeding kink or something and simon's a jealous boy)

ex-husband simon who signed the divorce papers without a fight. it'd stung, you're not gonna lie, but it needed to be done and the fact that he didn't make a big fuss about it made things easier for you physically. (emotionally you were in shambles because did he not even want to try and fight for you?)

he comes over only on the weekends when he's on leave.

he's a good father to his boys. he takes them to their softball games when he can, buys them the ice cream and takes them toy shopping.

and then there's a sharp knock at your door on a wednesday afternoon.

"simon?"

he walks in like he owns the place, which technically he does- even pays the mortgage because there's no way you would be able to afford living here with your own measly income.

"what's this the boys are tellin' me 'bout a man bein' in here?" his voice is calm, steady. but you know simon better than you know yourself, and he's furious.

"i- i'm not sure-" he swipes his hand in the air and your mouth clicks shut.

"don't lie t'me, poppet, or i'll be findin' him myself an' you really don't want tha'."

what man? there hasn't been any since the divorce! you're digging through your memories, scrambling to find what the hell he's talking about when-

"oh! it's the plumber!" you take steadying breath. "i called a plumber on sunday. i needed the kitchen sink fixed."

his dark eyes are piercing, so sharp they could cut. simon's always been a walking lie detector, and it's unnerving to be on the opposite end of that analyzing stare.

he nods imperceptibly, then flicks his gaze to behind you, over your head. "show me."

you scoff indignantly. "show you what? the bloody sink?"

simon wordlessly heads to the kitchen and his knees pop as he kneels-

he's actually checking the fucking sink.

with a grunt, he leans his head into the cabinet and twist awkwardly which is no doubt causing a familiar pain to flare up in his lower back. you can't help but wince in sympathy.

lo and behold, there's a shiny, white elbow in the middle of the rest of the dirty, scratched pipe.

he hums, and rises to his feet, closing the cabinet with his leg.

simon approaches you slowly, fingertips touching the kitchen island as he rounds it. "palms flat on the counter, sweetheart."

oh. oh you know exactly what that means, and your pussy throbs almost in reflex. months without his touch and your body still responds the same.

your protest already at the tip of your tongue, almost involuntarily because principles, but he sees right through you, as he's always done.

"jus' a reward for all o' your hard work. takin' care o' the boys is a stressful job all on its own." his worn hand cups the underside of your jaw tenderly. "aren't i always good t'ya?"

your exhales are weak, just like your resolve. "okay."

simon's eyes glint with satisfaction as he lifts his hand, index pointing upwards and twirls it in a slow, deliberate motion.

your palms are flat on the counter when he curls his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and knickers, tugging them downward.

they're flat on the counter when he lowers himself to his knees and taps the inside of your foot, indicating you to widen your stance.

they're curled into fists when his breath puffs against your slick cunt and his warm tongue slides through your folds, drawing lazy circles around your bud. a tingle of arousal shoots up your spine, his mouth sparking a fire right under your navel.

they're reaching for simon, nails sinking into the delicate skin of his wrist as your back bows when you come on his tongue, vision spotted with black, blurry dots and white hot ecstasy coursing through your veins.

your hands are now crossed at the base of your spine, your cheek pressing into the cool kitchen counter as he bends you over it.

"15 minutes before the boys are home from school. tha's plenty o'time, yeah?"

a rhetorical, if you've ever heard one.

your knuckles stain white as you clench your fists at the heavy, hot weight of his manhood stretching your walls to take him in, a sweet burn that you've always loved. he's gentle but sure, bottoming out in one smooth stroke that pushes the air out of your lungs. the sibilant hiss simon lets out is never fails to elicit a whimper out of you.

"fuck," he groans. "i could stay inside this pretty pussy forever."

and the dirty talk. how much you've missed it.

"would you like tha', pet? be inside of ya til you don't know where i end and you begin?"

a garbled mhm slips past your lips. your head already empty at just the sensation of being so unbearably full that it feels like you're tearing at the seams.

"another time, then, since the kids'll be home soon."

he begins to move, shallow but firm thrusts that drag his cock along your nerves deliciously- a sure fire way of getting you to climax around him in minutes.

your walls begin to squeeze down as the knot in your stomach tightens, and he lets go of your wrists, looping an arm around your waist and straightens you- his broad chest to your much smaller back.

his clever fingers wind downwards, and rub precise, little circles on your slippery clit, and it's all too much, you're hurtling toward the precipice at neck break speed- "god, simon, please-"

his pace never falters, not his hips nor his fingers as your moans begin to rise in pitch. "i'll get ya there, love."

he does, he gets you to your highest peak- blindingly intense- one that chokes the very breath out of you and slackens your knees. "i've got ya."

there's no strength left in you to brace for the spine-jarring thrusts he gives after, the only thing keeping you from sprawling forward is the arm that's looped around you as he pulls you to him.

"on anything?" he rumbles.

your ears ring at that because he can't possibly- your head shakes unbidden.

"good."

the last four thrusts are heavy, backed by his weight, and he smothers a loud groan into the junction of your shoulder as he finishes inside of you- thick, viscous cum filling you until it begins to drip and fall to the floor with an audible plop.

he presses tender little kisses to your sweaty shoulder and nips the side of your neck. "just in time."

the clock on the stove says 5 minutes before the bus gets there.

he helps you redress, chuckling under his breath when you won't look him in the eye. "i'll get the kids, go get cleaned up."

the knot in your chest loosens when you hear the boys' laughter at seeing their father on the driveway. it loosens when simon picks both of them up, one in each arm, and glances up at you as you look down at them from the window.

heat licks up your cheeks when he gives you a smarmy little grin.

idiot.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x f reader #simon ghost riley smut #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley smut #cod smut #cod mwii #simon riley #ghost smut

[girlgenius1111]

i can take care of myself

barca femeni x reader hiding an injury

got a little stuck on the next part of pop back up, so enjoy this and tell me what you want to see in that :)

If you were to find a positive in the situation, it would be that there was too much noise from the crowd for anyone to hear the crack your ribs made as they broke. You'd been trying to block a shot, but your opponent hadn't seemed too worried about taking a high kick, and had slammed her foot, full force, into your abdomen.

You'd crumpled almost immediately, but the ball wasn't cleared well, so you staggered back to your feet, breathing hard. The pain felt like it was splitting you in half, every inhale agony, and you wrapped one arm around your stomach, trying not to double over. You were having a hard time concentrating, but suddenly the ball was back at your feet, and without taking the time to consider that you might be doing more damage, you lept forward, sprinting down the field. Adrenaline had taken over, and the pain in your side dulled briefly.

You were fast, passing several defenders who were caught off guard by the change of possession. There were still a few left, though, and you knew you needed to pass. You found Ona on the overlap, and cut in towards the box. She hit a perfect cross, and you launched yourself into the air, just barely getting your head on it. It was enough, though, and it sailed just passed the opposing goalkeeper, into the back of the net.

When your feet hit the ground again, your ribs erupted in pain, the temporary relief gone.

"Fuck," you groaned, collapsing to your knees. Your teammates were running to your side to celebrate, but were startled at your collapse.

"What is it? What hurts?" Ona questioned, the first to reach you. You reached out, grasping onto her forearm, and taking a throbbing deep breath.

"Ribs, just a bit. I'm fine," you gasped, rising to your feet just in time to catch an uncertain look on Ona's face, before your teammates were tackling you with hugs. You gritted your teeth as every touch to you sent a jolt through your body; you couldn't go off. There was no doubt in your mind that at least one of your ribs was broken, but the team was out of subs. You needed to win this game, and trying to beat another champions league team with only 10 players left for 15 minutes didn't seem so doable.

"Vamos chica!" Aitana shouted in your ear, as she jumped on your back. You bit back a groan, and mustered up a smile as Pina and Patri appeared at your side. Alexia and Irene were there too, but they were both looking at you much more sharply, eyes clocking your every movement.

As you and the girls let go and began to jog back to your positions, your captains stopped you.

"Are you okay? That was a hard hit," Alexia said, looking down at you.

"You look like something hurts," Irene continued.

You knew that if you told the truth, they'd make you go off. If you lied, and they found out, they'd be furious. You're only choice was to lie, and make sure they didn't find out, not even after the game.

"All good!" You said, shooting them both smiles before pushing past them to return to your position. They must have believed you, because they let you go, and you were able to finish the remaining 15 minutes.

It was agonizing, and you were close to tears by the end of the game, but you held it together until the final whistle. Instead of staying on the pitch after the game like you normally did, you were the first in the locker room, showering fast and changing before any of your teammates made it back.

Everyone was celebrating the win, talking and joking loudly, so they didn't notice when you slipped out, heading to your car. All you had to do was get back to your apartment, throw some ice on your ribs, and rest.

In the back of your mind, you knew everyone would find out eventually; there was no way to hide this for the entirety of the healing process. You weren't really thinking clearly though, brain muddled with pain

You took off your shirt when you got inside your apartment, allowing yourself to look at your abdomen closely for the first time. The left side was already bruising, a purple tint to the skin clearly visible. You experimentally pressed a finger to the area, letting out a hiss of pain, and immediately pulling your hand away. Definitely broken.

You got some ice, and laid on the couch, placing it as gently as you could over the contusion. You weren't really sure what to do now. It wasn't feeling any better; if anything, it was getting worse, every inhale, every small twist was uncomfortable.

As the discomfort grew, your resolve to keep this a secret weakened. Really, you just wanted someone to come and take care of you, not that you’d ever admit to that, or ask for it. It was lonely in your apartment, all alone, and the pain wasn't helping. You fought back tears, knowing that crying would only make it hurt worse.

In an attempt to distract yourself, you pulled your phone out of your pants pocket, intending to scroll through tiktok until you could move better. Instead, you unlocked your phone to several missed calls from about half your team. You were fucked.

Ignoring them further would only prompt them to come over, so you bit the bullet, and called Alexia back.

"Pequeña, where did you go?" She questioned upon answering, completely forgoing a greeting. She sounded mad.

"I went home," you replied.

"Why did you leave so fast?"

"I was tired. Long day," you said lamely.

"No, something is going on. What's wrong?" Alexia insisted. Her ability to read you was infuriating.

"Nothing is wrong, Ale, I promise," you told her.

"Then you won't mind if I come over to make sure?" She asked, frustration clear in her tone.

"I really want to go to bed, Capi," you started, but she interrupted.

"I'll be there in 5 minutes," she said, before hanging up the phone. 5 minutes. She must have already been on her way before you'd even called her back.

There wasn't much you could do. Alexia had a key, you knew she wasn't afraid to use it, and you also weren't sure if you could get up off the couch. So, you awaited your captain, knowing that she would figure out that you were hurt the minute she laid eyes on you. All the fight had gone out of you, and you had no energy left to convincingly hide your injury.

When Alexia knocked on the door, you sighed, before calling out to her.

"Use your key," you instructed. You heard her fumble with her keys as she responded.

"Why can't you let me in?" She questioned.

"I can't really get up," you told her. She cursed quietly in response, before the door swung open. She was wearing her Barca sweats, and she looked furious. She walked in, pausing to shut the door and take her shoes off, before making her way to the couch.

Stopping in her tracks, her jaw dropped at the state of your ribs.

"Dios mío, eres estúpido? Why didn't you tell anyone about this?" Alexia questioned, dropping to her knees next to the couch. You looked at her pathetically, shrinking under her hardened gaze.

"I didn't want you guys to have to play 15 minutes with only 10 players, we were out of subs," you argued, shutting your mouth when your words only seemed to aggravate her more.

"This happened then? Before your goal? And you played the rest of the game?" She asked incredulously, reaching out to run her fingers over your rib, her gentle touch starkly different than her tone. Still, you shied away from her hand, whimpering in pain at the movement.

"Stop moving," she told you, resting a hand on your shoulder. "I don't even know what to say. How could you put yourself in danger like this? You could have gotten hurt even worse. You don't even know what is wrong, you need scans and a doctor," she ranted, closely examining the fast forming bruise.

"Ale,"

"No. You complain all the time about us treating you like a child, yet you do something so reckless, make such an immature decision, I don't know what you expect."

You'd never really seen Alexia this mad, not at you. She had a soft spot for you, as most of the girls did, and normally you only saw her anger directed at people who'd been too rough with you. You knew that everything she was saying was true, but her words still stung, and you blinked back tears, staring hard at the ceiling.

She wasn't paying attention though, pulling out her phone and typing quickly. It rang in her hands, and she answered. You could hear Lucy on the other end, and you cringed, knowing that if Alexia was this mad, Lucy wouldn't be very much fun either. Alexia spoke quietly to Lucy, telling her that she needed help getting you to the hospital for scans, and that Irene and Mapi were already on their way. At this, you groaned, and Alexia shot you a look. She hung up, then, and you avoided her gaze.

"The girls will be here soon, and they'll help me get you to the hospital. I don't want to hear a single complaint, pequeña, not even one," she informed you. Her tone was still so upset, and you hated it. "How much does it hurt?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at you as if daring you to lie to her.

"A lot," you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Well, you probably have several broken ribs, so I'm not surprised. What were you thinking, y/n, honestly?" Now, she sounded disappointed, which was worse than angry, worse than upset. Your lower lip trembled, and you squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself not to cry.

"I'm sorry. I know you're mad but can you yell at me later?" you asked, voice cracking. When you opened your eyes to look at Alexia, her expression had softened completely.

"I'm sorry, pequeña, you're right, I can absolutely yell at you later," she said, and you huffed out a laugh before crying out as your diaphragm jumped, jostling your injury.

"No no, don't move, don't laugh... don't cry, pequeña" she said, panicking slightly as you began to cry; it was a nasty cycle, crying because it hurt, and it hurting because you were crying.

Alexia stood, sliding onto the couch as gently as she could, pulling your head into your lap.

"Hurts, Ale," you whined at the movement.

"I know, I know, just try to relax your upper body, take slow breaths," she instructed, hand running through your wet hair. She was amazed at how fast her anger with you had disappeared; the minute you'd started to cry, it had evaporated, and all she wanted to do was wrap you in a hug. Unfortunately, that would probably only make you hurt worse, so she settled for laying a hand on your forehead, thumb moving back and forth rhythmically.

"I'm sorry," you cried, overcome with emotion at your own stupidity.

"Alright, y/n, it's okay, focus on breathing. I'm not mad anymore, okay?" she assured you, and you blinked up at her, not sure if you believed her words.

"Idiota, y/n," a voice called, as your front door swung open once again. You didn't have to look to recognize Mapi's voice, and as you heard multiple pairs of footsteps entering the room, you figured the other girls had arrived as well.

"Cállate María," Alexia snapped, glaring at Mapi before her attention refocused on you. Mapi grumbled, but listened. The faces of Irene, Lucy, and Mapi appeared above you, looking down with varying levels of anger and concern.

"Everyone be nice, she's in pain," Alexia scolded, seeing how you cowered under the glares of your teammates.

"Count on Alexia to let y/n off the hook," Mapi said under her breath, rolling her eyes, but softening her expression. You were only half paying attention as Irene and Lucy inspected your ribs, their faces pinched with worry.

"She's not off the hook, but yelling at her now isn't going to do anything," Alexia defended.

"She needs to go to the hospital," Irene said quietly, and Lucy nodded in agreement. You didn't appreciate being spoken about like you weren't there.

"Do I get any say in this?" you tried, but when everyone turned to stare at you in disbelief, you folded quickly. "Hospital sounds good," you revised.

"That's what I thought," Lucy replied harshly. You glared at the wall behind her, not quite brave enough to glare right at her.

"Pequeña," Alexia called, drawing your attention back to her worried green eyes. "Can you walk?"

You hesitated. You were sure you could, but it would hurt. You didn't really feel like giving anyone anymore reason to be mad at you, though, so you nodded your head.

"Yeah, just help me get up," you responded. It took all 4 girls to get you standing, trying to move your upper body as little as possible. By the time you were on your feet, you were sweating, and your jaw was clenched.

"Y/n," Irene started, exchanging looks with the other girls.

"I'm fine, let's just get this over with," you cut her off. She nodded uneasily, and her and Mapi began to walk you towards the door.

"I wouldn't want to rush this too much, y/n, the sooner you get home, the sooner Alexia goes back to being mad at you," Mapi teased.

You winced, knowing she was completely correct.

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2 uncomfortable car rides, several scans, and a multitude of scoldings from different doctors, later, you arrived back at your apartment. You were feeling much better now, the drugs the hospital had given you working wonders.

You'd settled on your bed, propped up against the pillows, eyes drifting open and closed. Irene and Lucy made sure you were settled before leaving. Alexia still didn't let them yell at you, claiming you were "too high to really appreciate it," but you knew she just felt guilty for being too harsh earlier.

"You can go too, guys, I'm fine," you tried to tell Mapi and Alexia. Mapi was perched on the edge of your bed, watching amusedly as Alexia hovered over you.

"Oh, you're fine. Did you hear that, Ale? She's fine," Mapi mocked, and you groaned.

"I don't want to hear that phrase leave your mouth again for a while pequeña, because you clearly aren't," Alexia responded, not finding Mapi's comment as funny as Mapi herself did.

"This is exactly what I didn't want," you cried, shifting uncomfortably.

"What is?" Mapi questioned, suddenly more serious than she was a few minutes ago.

"This, you guys," you mumbled, clearly feeling the effects of the pain relief. "You shouldn't need to take care of me, I can take care of myself,"

"Si, because not seeking medical attention for multilpe broken bones definitely fills us with confidence in your ability to take care of yourself," Mapi replied, rolling her eyes.

"Is that why you hid it? You didn't want us to take care of you?" Alexia asked quietly, eyes searching yours.

"Didn't want to be a bother," you replied, seeming suddenly more alert than you had been a few seconds ago.

"Estúpida," Mapi stated, very matter of factly.

"María!" Alexia scolded again, but Mapi cut her off.

"You couldn't be a bother. You're just a kid," she said, and your lips pursed unhappily at that. "Si, you are, you are only 19. Asking for help doesn't make you a bother."

"Mapi's right, we're here because we want to be, we want to help you, y/n. You don't need to do everything yourself." Alexia insisted, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. You didn't look very persuaded. "Just try to let us help, please?"

At this, you nodded hesitantly. Somewhat satisfied, Alexia carefully tucked you in.

"Sleep. We'll wake you up in a couple hours for more medicine." Your eyes widened.

"You're staying?" You asked, voice unmistakably vulnerable. Both girls smiled reassuringly at you.

"Of course we are," Mapi said, tone leaving no room for doubt or argument.

"Okay," you stated, body relaxing against the pillows, eyes already sliding shut.

Alexia and Mapi exchanged triumphant looks. It was a step for you, clearly. They weren't even sure they'd still need to yell at you tomorrow.

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[thehusbandoden]

Lashing Out -Husband!Bakugo Katsuki x Wife!Reader

A/n: hope this is okay? Don't be afraid to leave feedback <3 Also I didn't know what to do for the title... gosh this sucks T^T

General info: Genre: angst to fluff/angst to comfort \\ wc: 1,270 \\ fem reader \\ posted: 03/19/24

Warnings!: angst, hurt, partner being harsh, partner being insensitive, crying, passive reader, mean Bakugo, and lashing out. I think that's all, pls let me know if I missed any!

You perk up as the front door opens, revealing your toned hubby. You giggle excitedly, your cheeks heating up and butterflies forming in your stomach from the sight of your beloved. It’s been three years since you said, “I do”, and yet you couldn’t help but fall in love all over again when your eyes met his attractive frame and familiar warm eyes.  

Bakugo, however, didn’t seem as excited to see you. He lets out a sigh as you wrap your arms around him, slinging an arm around one of your shoulders half-heartedly before semi-gently pushing you off him as he closed the door.  

You frown but shake it off. He must have had a hard day, right? It would be better to just be supportive and tone the affection down a bit. You follow him like a shadow as he takes his gauntlets off, dropping them to the floor. He strips his mask, neckpiece, and gloves off before slumping onto the couch.  

You gently take his combat boots off, pulling his socks off and grabbing some lotion. He must be exhausted and sore from work, maybe a foot massage would help? You lovingly begin to massage his sore feet, shyly looking up at him every once and a while. He doesn’t respond, keeping his face buried in his pillow.  

You continue to gently massage his feet as he lays on the couch mindlessly. Your fingernail grazes part of his foot, causing him to hiss and yank back, glaring down at you. “What are you doing?” He growls, shooting you a look of anger and... disgust.  

“I-I was massaging your feet baby. You seem to be having a hard time so I-”  

“Quit it. I’m not your baby, quite treating me like one. I don’t need you to coddle me. Go do something useful for once and leave me alone.” He spits, shooting you one last glare before darting off the couch and into your shared bedroom, slamming the door. 

You feel tears sting your eyes, but you shake your head, refusing to let them fall. You gingerly stand up, putting Bakugo’s hero gear away. You pick up the house for a while before sighing. You step up to your bedroom door and gently knock.  

“Ba- Katsuki? Can I come in?” You hear a grunt, not a clear yes or no.  

You step inside quietly, walking up to your husband in bed. He was staring up at the ceiling with a snarl etched on his handsome face. 

“What’s wrong, love? You know you can talk to me, right?” You murmur, placing your hand on his. He yanks his hand from yours, breaking the skin-on-skin contact. Your heart throbs in your chest, but you don’t push. 

“I’m having a hard day. Don’t make it worse for me.” He grumbles, turning away from you.  

“Did you eat?” You sigh, biting your lip in worry.  

Bakugo growls softly as he glares at you. “Quit nagging me and leave me be. Get out of my face, woman.”  

Your heart throbs harder against your chest as you feel tears sting your eyes. You nod quickly, looking at the floor so he doesn’t catch sight of your fragile emotional state.  

“I’m going to go to bed, do you still want me out of here?” You murmur gently. Bakugo groans, glaring harshly at you. 

“Yes! Get out of my hair! How many times do I need to repeat myself to you!?” You stand up as your heart throbs again. You quickly leave the room, causing Bakugo to huff in annoyance.  

Tears form at the corners of your eyes as you check the doors to make sure they’re locked, turn off the lights, and quickly get ready for bed. You brush your teeth and grab an extra blanket. You didn’t have pajamas out here, and you didn’t want to disturb your tired husband, so you just laid in the smaller bed, trying to get comfortable without the familiar heat of your beloved next to you. 

After tossing and turning for quite a while, you give up on sleep. Sighing, you hold yourself as you try to stop the tears. You know he’s just having a hard day, but it doesn’t make the throbbing in your chest lessen. You cradle a pillow close to your chest, hugging it tightly as you desperately try to not let any tears fall. 

His harsh words flash in your mind as you try to drown them out. 

One tear slides down your cheek. 

The way he addressed you as “woman”, as if you weren’t anything but an object. 

A second follows the first, the third swiftly following suit.  

How harsh he was with you. It was like you were a coworker or past classmate, not his wife. Much less the woman he had spent loving, courting, and cherishing since the second year of high school. 

The fourth, fifth, and sixth tear drop down your cheeks, causing the gates to crumble as multitudes of tears slip down your cheek, gathering at your chin before dripping onto your pillow.  

You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to stay quiet. You fight with yourself for a few moments before coming to a conclusion... what’s the point? He’s upset with you no matter what you do... so why hold it in? Why bottle up your feelings?  

A choked sob slips past your lips, tears quickening at your frustration for allowing yourself to make a sound. A second sob follows the first, and yet a third and fourth join your desperate cry for help.  

You feel yourself falling apart, just above the brink. You rock yourself back and forth, sobbing into your hand. You feel like you’re about to drown... and then it all stops. A warm hand gently touches your shoulder, a soft, familiar voice sounding in your ears.  

”Baby?”

A soft gasp falls from your lips, temporarily being drawn from your sorrow as your eyes meet crimson glory. Bakugo looks down at you in worry, quickly coming closer. He gingerly presses a hand to your upper arm in concern.  

Your tears bubble up as you try to contain your emotions, unable to speak. 

“Y/n baby... I-I don’t know what to say...” he mumbles, his hand finding it’s place on your head.  

“S-Suki...” you blubber out, the tears slipping. Bakugo’s crimson eyes burn with guilt as he wraps his arms around you, gently lifting you into his arms, like he first did as he brought you home from your joyous wedding.  

“Shhh it’s alright.” He murmurs in your ear, bringing you to your shared bedroom, laying you down on your bed. It was larger and much more comfortable. He quickly joins you, wrapping you into his hold and he whispers sweet things into your ear, an arm wrapped around you, a hand on your stomach and the other on your head, slowly petting your hair.  

You sniffle, trying to hold it in as you cling to the man you love more than anything. “Shh let it out baby. Let it all out.” Bakugo murmurs in your ear, pressing a loving kiss to your temple.  

You attempt to hold it in for a few more seconds before finally breaking, sobbing into your husband’s chest as you clench his shirt tightly. He caresses your head and back, kissing your endless tears away as he coos at you.  

“Jerk.” You sob, holding onto him tighter.  

“I know baby, I know. I’m sorry honey.” He mumbles against your skin, holding you a little tighter.  

Bakugo Katsuki was not one to apologize, but he would do anything for his beloved wifey.  

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[sturn-wrld]

🪼dress up to get undressed

pairing: matt x reader

summary: where reader goes on a shopping spree and matt sees an opportunity to complete part of her list.

genre: SMUT. if you don't like it, don't read it

warnings: p in v, nicknames, short mention of body insecurity

a/n: this will be the only promised smut part of this series unless i suddenly feel like making another part smut.

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it's been a month since matt read through my list of all the little things i want to do and i'm starting to think he has forgotten about it. i mean it's not that it matters that much because all of those things happen anyway but it's just kind of disappointing that he won't be cheesy about doing them.

as i reach his house after my 3 hour long shopping spree with one of my best friends, matt walks out of the door to come help me with my bags. "you went crazy didn't you?" he says leaning into my open car window peaking into my back seat where the bags lie.

"of course. i wanted to treat myself today so that's what i did." i say looking back up at matt as i take off my seatbelt and he opens my car door.

"okay let's inspect the damage why don't we" he says opening the back door, earning a giggle from me. as he opens the door his eyes go wide as he sees the absolutely massive stack of bags. "you definitely know how to spend money" he says grabbing the first lot of bags from my back seat.

"obviously. what else was i put on this earth to do" i say sarcastically as i grab the remaining bags and shut my car, locking it with my free hand while simultaneously looking back at matt, holding open the front with his foot.

"be an amazing girlfriend" he says catching a kiss to my head as i walk through the door passed him.

we make our way to his bedroom where we place all of the bags on the floor next to his bed as he spots one he in particularly likes the look of. he turns to me, now sitting in his desk chair, holding the pink stripped bag. "victoria's secret?" he asks almost rhetorically, while shooting me the most seductive glare.

"yeah. like i said treating myself" i say shrugging turning my attention back to my phone. "wanna show me?" he says still staring into me. i was pounding in the inside.

we hadn't done anything sexual yet but i knew i was happy to anytime and the look he was giving me just made me drip.

"sure" i say trying to stay as nonchalant as possible. i pull out the black set and hand it to matt watching his eyes light up and the grow seductively darker. "i mean on baby. go try it on for me" he says gripping my jaw with one had and placing the clothing back into the bag with the other. i comply and make my way into his bathroom.

as i finish putting in the complementary bottoms to my lacey top, i question whether i should of bought this. i was never really the type to bash my body but i always had my underlying insecurities. suddenly there is a k pack on the door. "you done yet, beautiful?" i look at myself one more time in the mirror before replying, "yeah, you can come in" i turn to face the door as it opens to see my boyfriends face look absolutely astonished. "you are so gorgeous baby" he says before placing his hands on my waist still looking me up and down.

he then starts to play with the strap of the almost see through top with his right hand while running his fingers under the strap on the matching material hanging to my hips. "how about we finish another thing on your list" he says while reaching his mouth to my neck.

"what were you thinking?" i say completely knowing what he is hinting to. "i'm going to undress you and your going to sit there like the pretty girl you are while i fuck you as hard as i can. okay?" i just stare straight back at him absolute shock on my face as i have never heard matt talk like that but loving nonetheless. i hum in response as he hungrily brings his mouth to mine pushing me against the counter behind me. he starts bringing his head down to my neck, sucking mindlessly leaving marks everywhere.

as he brings his head down to my breasts he reaches his arms around my body to reach for the clips on the back of the bra. right before he unclips it he looks to me, "can i take this off beautiful?" all i do is him in reply. "baby i need words" is all he says before i absolutely lose my brain. "please baby, i need you to" with that he pulls off my bra and brings his mouth back to mine, quickly kissing me before making his way back down to my breasts. "good girl" he says, driving me mad.

after sucking dark spots onto every inch of my upper body he brings his mouth back to mine kissing me more aggressively than ever. "jump" he says moving his hands to my ass to hold me and lift me to the counter. once i'm on the counter he continues to squeeze and caress my ass as i arch and my chest back to his face. "you are so hot baby" he says huffing and puffing, having just released from a long aggressive kiss.

he slowly starts travelling his hand down my body before stopping right above my pounding clit. i start to grab at his shoulders and arms needing contact. "please" i whimper out needing something more "please what?" he says staring down at me. "please touch me or fuck me baby, just do something" he strips down his own pants before moving my underwear to the side. "your wish is my command" he says before slamming himself into and toying with my clit between his fingers. i grip his shoulders, my knuckles going white from gripping so tight. he grabs my hips moving me back and forth against his fully hard cock even faster, hitting my g-spot every time. "oh fuck" i scream at the top of my lungs. he lowly groans as he brings his body closer to mine. "your so tight for me" he says sending my haywire, clenching around him, almost reaching my high faster than ever. "you need to cum yet gorgeous? i can feel you clenching" i through my head back as he moves faster in and out of me. "yes" i scream it being broken up from the jaw droppingly fast pace im being fucked at. "cum for me beautiful" with that the knot in my stomach comes undone and i finish all over his dick. he brings me down from my high before pulling out and finishing all over my stomach and tits.

"that is going to definitely be my favourite thing in the list to do"

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[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

I'm not me anymore (and maybe you're not you)

love is not designed for the cynical - series masterlist here

pairing: jason todd x reader (gender neutral)

length: 1.6k

genre: hurt/comfort, angst (happy ending)

warnings: reader is almost mugged and has zero self-preservation instincts but everything works out, jason doesn't know how to handle being in love, lots of talk of reader grieving jason after his death but it's fine because he's back, reader is vaguely / generally physically unwell

a/n: is this too similar to my dick grayson story? probably but we'll all just have to deal with that, tell me you still like it or I'll cry

It's late - too late for someone like you to be outside in Gotham. But sleep was hard to come by for you and working through the night meant regular trips to the bodega around the corner. You walked back to your apartment complex slowly, stepping one foot pointedly in front of the other as you sipped your energy drink. 

You heard Jason's voice in your head as you walked, slipping into an alley that provided a handy shortcut. 'Avoid the back alleys,' he'd said. 'I want you to be safe.'

And then you died, you thought bitterly. And now you're here but you won't actually be here for me and I had to learn to keep myself safe. And, my god, I'm tired of being safe.

Maybe it was stupid, the way you slouched against the brick wall and took a swig of your drink as the man stood in front of you, knife blade gleaming in the darkness and voice spitting threats and not-so requests for your money. 

You didn't even have a chance to respond, though, before Redhood himself dropped down behind him and put him down.

Jason. Jason. Jason.

But it wasn't Jason who walked towards you, you thought wearily. It was Redhood. And he was angry.

"You didn't even wait for the fun part," you drawled and his fists clenched.

"I'm walking you home," he said gruffly before turning and stomping down the alley, leaving you to follow him.

The two of you stopped by the entrance of your apartment building and you looked up at him, waiting for him to either talk or flee.

"You know you shouldn't be out this late. You're being reckless," he says stiffly.

"I want to talk to you," you respond. "Properly… preferably when I can see your face."

"I'm… working right now."

"Well yes," you sigh, "but presumably you stop at some point. Come by after. Please. I'll only ask you for this one thing." He straightens at that, a surprised sort of gesture, before reaching his hand towards you as if to cup your cheek the way he so often used to. He seemed to think better of it halfway through, though, as he let his hand drop back to his side.

"You can always ask me for what you need. I'm here. I'll… I'll be here."

"So be here. Whenever you're done, come by. I'll be awake." You don't let him respond to that, slipping through the door of your building and pointedly not looking back.

Just as you'd promised, by the time Redhood is standing on your balcony tapping gently on the glass, you're still awake. You look up from your laptop and gesture for him to come in, and he does, pulling his helmet off and sliding the glass door closed behind him before pointedly locking it.

"You shouldn't leave that unlocked. Anyone could get in here," he scolds as he comes to stand in front of you, eyeing the way you sit straight-backed on your couch.

You shrug. "It doesn't bother me." Jason opens his mouth to respond as his fists clench, and your eyes flicker to the duffle bag he has slung across his shoulder.

"You can shower first if you want," you say, nodding your head towards your hall. "I'm in no rush." Jason doesn't move, though. He stands, his eyes tracing over you silently in a way that makes you lean back from his gaze.

"You haven't slept yet?" he asks.

"Neither have you," you shoot back. He huffs and tightens his grip on the helmet in his hand.

"I'll be quick," is all he offers before stomping down your hallway towards your bathroom.

Sure enough, it's not long before he's padding back into your living room, t-shirt and sweats replacing his Redhood gear and hair damp and curling. You close your laptop and set it on the coffee table when he comes in, sitting across from you on the couch.

"Should I start?" you say quietly. "Or do you want to?"

"I'm sorry," he offers gently, and you feel the air leave your lungs a bit. "I'm sorry I didn't come for you when I got back. I'm sorry you had to be the one to call Bruce and find out what happened from him. I just…"

"It's ok, Jay." Your smile is small and sad and makes Jason's fingers twitch in an effort not to reach for you. "I left. I never expected you to chase me. And I didn't… I took my time coming back, you know. It's ok."

"Are you… back?" Jason asks tentatively, shifting where he sits. "Are you staying?"

You shrug. "I bought an apartment, didn't I?"

"That's not an answer."

"Well, I didn't call you here to talk about my life plans."

"What do you want to talk about, then?"

"I just… want to know what you want from me?"

"What?" Jason asks, bewilderment clear in his voice. "What do you mean?"

"Come on, Jay," you sigh. "I know you're around, watching me, looking out for me. But… I've been back in Gotham for a month and that's all you've done. I just want to know what you want."

Jason sights, a little oh escaping his lips as he slumps down into the couch cushions. 

"Nothing changed for me," he explains quietly, keeping his eyes trained on the empty space between the two of you. "There was you, always, and then I died. I came back… and it was still you. It wasn't… it hadn't been three years for me. Not really."

"I understand," you soothe gently.

"But - for you it was. For you, three years had passed and your boyfriend was dead and you moved away and I - I had to assume that was so you could build a new life for yourself and… I was there. I heard you on the phone that night with Bruce, saying you missed Gotham with or without me." You inhale sharply at Jason's words and he looks at you with big eyes.

"Hey, no -" he says quickly. "I'm not mad, baby. Never. I'm never mad at you. I just… I thought maybe you'd moved on. It would make sense for you to move on. But then you came back and I saw you and…" Jason trails off, looking you up and down again and you can't help but shrink back ever so slightly, aware of the ways in which you'd deteriorated since he'd been gone.

"I was just so worried about you," he continued. "I wanted to look out for you, that's all. I understand if you've moved on and don't love me anymore - really, I do. But I… I still love you. And I just - I want you to be safe. That's all."

You stare at him after that, letting him shift around in apprehension while your eyes get wide and your bottom lip trembles.

"Oh, Jason," you whisper before reaching out to him. He makes a small, alarmed sound at the tears that have begun dripping down your cheeks and pulls himself towards you instead of letting you reach out into empty space. His heart thumps painfully in his chest as he considers just how many times over the past three years you reached out into nothing, wishing he was there for you to hold on to.

"Hey…" he says gently as you pull him closer, hands fisting his t-shirt and face buried in his neck. He smoothes a hand over your hair and wraps the other around your waist, anchoring you to him as he feels hot tears on his skin where your face is pressed against him.

"You're an idiot," you mumble against him and he huffs out a quiet laugh. You pull away from him and he reluctantly lets you, holding your hips tightly as you stare at him, cupping his face firmly in your hands to make sure he looks at you.

"There was never an after you, Jay," you say, voice warbling slightly with more unshed tears. "It was always, always you. Forever. I'm… I'm sorry I ran away." 

"Well," Jason drawls, but you don't miss the thickness in his own voice and the way his eyes blink back tears. "In your defence, people usually stay dead longer than I did." You huff at that, a smile twitching against the corners of your mouth as you lean back into him. You bury your face back into his neck and hum appreciatively as his arms wrap back around you, holding you tightly to him.

"I'm sorry for acting like that in the alley," you murmur against his skin and he drops a kiss on the top of your head.

"Don't apologize for that, baby. You always have been tough on the outside."

"Yea but you did all that work to get through it when we first got together," you whined. "Now it's gone."

"No way," Jason responds lightly. "This, right here," he continues as he tightens his arms around you, "this is it, sweetheart. And besides… nothing would make me happier than getting to know you again."

"Yea?" your voice is cautious in a way that makes Jason tenderly pull your head away from his neck so he can press kisses across your face.

"Yea," he says sweetly. "Neither of us are the people we used to be, and we both know that. It'll take some time for us to relearn each other."

"Yea," you sigh. "I guess it will."

"Aw, cheer up baby," he says gently. "This is the good part. How lucky is it that we get to do it all over again, huh?"

"Yea," you say, the faintest hint of a laugh leaving your lip and making Jason's heart swell in his chest. "It's nice to have this back."

"Yea it is baby," Jason agrees as he cups your cheek in one of his hands, guiding your lips to his. "It's nice to have this back."

#smsn.writes #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd imagine #jason todd fic #jason todd fluff #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x y/n #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood fluff #red hood fic #red hood imagine #red hood fanfiction

[thedarlingdearestdead]

Weapons:

Summary: General Skywalker manhandles you as he tries to teach you how to use a new weapon.

Warnings: None but I might write a p2...

Word Count: 1,430

“Oh hey, be careful with that.” General Skywalker broke through your concentration and rushed to your side, stopping you from picking up one of the blaster guns off the wall. 

You had gone towards it because it was so unfamiliar to you. Naturally, you didn’t use these weapons very often, preferring your lightsaber above everything else. But war had made you a bit more uncivilised and often required lower forms of combat.

It was larger than a hand gun, and a strange almost round shape- possibly indicating quite a lot of power in the blast. You were only curious to try it out. It could come in handy.

Before you could grasp it, Anakin's hands swiftly closed around yours, taking the blaster from your grip. "These are new issue," he explained, his tone protective and possessive, though tinged with amusement.

You raised an eyebrow, trying to mask the involuntary flutter in your chest at his touch. "I can tell. I just wanted to familiarize myself with it.”

His blue eyes darted around the hangar, calculating the situation. You weren’t technically due to leave for another hour. "I can show you how it works, but this enclosed area isn't the safest place for it."

“Then by all means General, lead the way.” He nods at you and gestures behind him in the direction of the lower training rooms.

"I didn't know you were interested in expanding your combat skills," Anakin remarked as the two of you descended into the training area. "I took you for a more traditional fighter."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. “In the current climate I don’t find that view overly convincing. I will do what I must. Even if that means using weapons of a… less elegant variety”

Anakin chuckled, the low, resonant sound sending a shiver down your spine, "Of course, staying ahead of the game is essential. You never know when you might need to handle one of these."

As you entered into the training room, Anakin pulled out the blaster gun he had taken from you earlier and handed it back. "Now, let me show you the basics. It's not too different from using a standard—but it is very powerful. First just shoot how you normally would and we can work out the specifics later.”

You took the blaster gun from him, feeling the weight of it in your hand it was markedly different from your lightsaber, from what you were used to, but you were eager to learn. You got into your normal stance, feet should-width apart, arms straight, one eye closed. 

“Alright, actually-” Anakin had other ideas. With sudden swiftness, he closed the distance between you, standing directly behind you and placing his hand over yours, guiding your grip on the blaster's trigger.  “It’s a little more complicated than all that.”

For some reason you couldn’t breathe. He was so close you you, his tall hulking frame encompassing your body, pressed up right against you back, you felt his every exhale on your neck. He must have asked you a question or given you a direction but you didn’t hear him at first. 

So when his foot went between your legs and nudged your boots apart on the floor to give you a wider stance, you started. 

“Y/N pay attention, this is a dangerous weapon, the backfire is absolutely brutal. Someone with your… small frame… You’ll be blown right back."

You nod, trying to regain your composure. “Yes General.” Your voice was unsteady but you did as he indicated, you spread your legs a bit more, you let him pull your shoulders back, and rearrange your fingers on the hilt. 

He stood beside you, his presence reassuring and distracting all at once as he guided you through the process. “You have to make sure your stance is stable. You want a firm grip on the blaster, but don't tense up too much. Keep your breathing steady. And when you're ready to fire, just squeeze the trigger gently."

You aimed at a target across the training room and squeezed the trigger, sending a blaster bolt flying. It missed the target by a wide margin, hitting the wall instead.

Anakin grinned, clearly amused. "Not bad for a first attempt. Remember, it takes practice. Let me show you again." He took the blaster from your hand and effortlessly hit the target dead center.

You raised an eyebrow, determined not to be outdone. "I can do better than that.”

“Prove it.” He said simply.

As you continued practicing, Anakin watched you, his eyes tracing over your form and taking in every movement. It made you feel self-conscious, but the thrill of his attention was undeniable.

The two of you spent the next half-hour in the training room, with Anakin patiently teaching you the intricacies of using the blaster. He was a skilled instructor, even if he was a little touchy. 

He continued to provide guidance, his proximity sending shivers down your spine. Your aim improved drastically, and you managed to hit the target dead center multiple times in a row. Anakin couldn't help but grin at your success. "See, I told you it just takes practice," he said, admiringly. “Now,  you should only use this weapon when you are in a guarded position, I don’t think you should use it on the battlefield, it is too bulky and requires too much stability which I don’t think you’re going to get a lot of.”

“Of course.” You couldn't help but focus on the sensation of his chest against your back, vibrating with his words. The firm grip of his hands on yours, and the intimate way he had adjusted your stance. Your heart raced, and you hoped he wouldn't notice 

Anakin stepped back, finally breaking the physical contact between you. "Remember, it's all about control and precision. You've got the potential for both."

You took a deep breath, determined to regain your focus. As you caught yourself, you tried to put some distance between the two of you. You didn’t want to give him the wrong impression, but you also didn’t want to ruin the moment. “Thank you, General. I appreciate your help.”

Anakin looked at you, his eyes softening, and his lips curving into a small smile. “You’re welcome. Anytime.”

You could sense something between you two- a tension that was hard to deny. You wondered if it was just you or if he felt it too. It was an unspoken attraction that neither of you wanted to address. Anakin stepped closer as he reclaimed the weapon from you hand, his gaze locking onto yours. There was something inexplicable in his eyes. ”You're a quick learner. Maybe you'll even surpass my skills one day."

You chuckled, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "We'll see about that, General Skywalker.”

Anakin nodded, his hand brushing against yours as he took the blaster from your grip. “I guess we will, but if you ever need a refresher you know where to find me.”

You nodded, your mind racing with the possibilities of what he meant by that. Did he mean that you could always come to him for training or was there something else there? The possibility of something more than just training sessions with Anakin made your heart race.

Your question was soon answered. With a slow, deliberate motion, Anakin leaned in, his lips inches from yours. The anticipation was electric, and it felt as though the entire galaxy held its breath.

Just as your lips were about to meet, the loud clang of a nearby training droid startled you both, breaking the spell. Anakin pulled back abruptly, a mixture of frustration and longing in his eyes.

“Duty calls,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I’ll see you later, Y/N.”

You nodded, trying to catch your breath. “Later, General.”

As Anakin left the training room, you couldn't help but feel a sense of deep disappointment. You had been so close to finally kissing him, but duty always seemed to get in the way of your desires.

But as you took a moment to catch your breath, you realised that Anakin's presence had left a lasting impression on you. You couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards him, but you also knew that the Jedi Code prohibited relationships between Jedi. And you weren’t even sure the two of you would survive this war. 

But you couldn’t get him out of your head. You would continue to train with Anakin, improving your combat skills and enjoying the moments of intimacy that came. If he tried to kiss you again you would let him.

#anakin x reader #clone wars #star wars prequels #star wars anakin #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker #star wars fanfiction #star wars fandom #star wars

[littlewinter1917]

Stay the Night

My blog is 18+ only. Minors DNI. 🔞 Don’t repost my work anywhere.

Words: 7.6k

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: After having a classic horror movie marathon with your friends, you're a bit more scared than you'd like to admit. Naturally, Eddie offers to stay the night and keep you company; A great idea, if only you didn't have the biggest crush on the cute metalhead.

Warnings: Just a lot of fluff and hurt/comfort. Some teasing and swearing. Clueless idiots to lovers aka secret mutual pining. Brief mentions of past drug and alcohol use. Hints of a slight panic attack. Gets suggestive towards the end.

A/N: I couldn't help myself with this one, Eddie just owns at least half of my heart by now. The title is inspired by this song from Benjamin Orr.

Read the story on AO3 here.

“Steve, stop hogging all of the popcorn!” Robin exclaims, exasperated, before poking the guy in question with her foot from the other end of the couch.

“What?” Steve answers, while munching down on the snack, one arm still wrapped securely around the bowl, “You said you didn’t want any.”

“I said I didn’t want any right now, and that was almost an hour ago, so don’t be a dick and share.” 

“I am sharing,” he defends himself, gazing down pointedly at a spot next to him near the couch.

“The dog doesn’t count, Steve.” Robin argues, and you can’t help but smile at their usual bickering.

It’s almost always like that, and you and Nancy share an amused glance at their antics before Eddie suddenly steps back into the living room, carrying way too many drinks, all whilst trying to close your kitchen door with his foot. 

“A little help here!” He calls out, and you’re up in seconds because, well, you’re simply a rather attentive friend.

You don’t notice the look that the rest of the group is sharing, too focused on getting to Eddie, who lets out a relieved sigh at the sight of you. 

“Thank you! At least one of my friends is considerate.” He states deliberately towards the couch, and it’s followed by a collective and incomprehensible mumble of excuses.

Eddie just shakes his head, his dark curls bopping around, and you can’t help but think that he looks utterly adorable, although, to be fair, he usually does. 

You’re quick to take the soft drinks out of Eddie’s grasp, while he still carries the alcoholic ones, and the earnest smile he gives you might as well make you melt into the fluffy carpet floor underneath your bare feet. 

“You’re a real lifesaver,” he playfully praises as the two of you make your way back towards the large couch, and you feel your cheeks heat up, slightly flustered, trying to look anywhere but at the tall guy next to you.

When you hand one of the drinks over to Nancy, she shoots you a knowing look, but you just huff with a roll of your eyes, before sitting down in your usual spot next to Steve again.

“Alright! Last one!” Eddie proclaims, excitement clear in his voice, as he plants himself next to you, at the edge of the couch.

“You ready, hot stuff?” he asks, remote control securely in one of his hands and his bright brown eyes looking down attentively at you. 

“Yeah, sure!” You state, hoping you sound more convinced than you feel, while trying to get comfortable within the little space you now have between Steve and Eddie.

It’s an impossible task, though, because Steve keeps scooting closer to you, and by default you scoot closer to Eddie and- 

Realizing what Steve is doing, you give him a tiny death glare, but he tries to play it off, all innocent and shit, giving you a sickly-sweet smile.

“Comfortable, sweetheart?” he teases, and you just scoff, crossing your arms in annoyance in front of your chest and turning your attention back towards the large TV. 

“Okay, so, this one is the big horror finale. The great crescendo if you will.” Eddie explains, before starting the film. “If you guys thought the other movies were terrifying, wait till you see this! I actually saw some people throw up in the theatre when I watched it; it was absolutely wild! You’re gonna love this!”

The smile on your lips is pained, but you nod your head in understanding and support regardless.

God, what have you gotten yourself into, exactly? You think. This had been a bad idea right from the start, and somehow it still manages to get even worse. To say that the last two horror movies had already been a struggle would be an absolute understatement, and the prospect of something even more horrifying seems almost impossible to you. 

Glancing over at Eddie, you’re once more reminded why you’re doing this. He’s been practically beaming all night at the prospect of sharing these scary movies with his closest friends – you, Steve, Nancy, and Robin.

And it didn’t even need a lot of convincing to get you to join him in that conquest, because to be completely honest, you’d probably do almost anything, if it means you ‘d get to spend more time with Eddie, and see him be as joyful and carefree as he currently is.

When he first told the three of you about his idea of a little horror movie night, Robin had shot you a rather worried glance, knowing just how sensitive you really are when it comes to scary films and your blatant intolerance to all kinds of gory and violent things.

There’s a reason why your video rental record consists mostly of Disney movies and the Muppets.

But you had brushed her off, trying to convince both, yourself, and her that it surely couldn’t be that bad, and you’d be fine.

What’s one movie night with a few horror flicks? 

Well, apparently it is quite something, and despite trying to have a good time, you’re not really succeeding.

The only thing that’s keeping you tied to your seat on the couch is Eddie’s delighted and witty commentary, and the excited look on his face certainly helps as well.

But apart from that, you’d rather be watching a fucking informercial right now. Anything has to be better than the screaming and killing that’s currently happening on your TV screen. 

It had been Steve’s suggestion to watch those movies at your apartment out of all places. His official justification for it was that you own the biggest TV, and albeit true, you’re starting to get the feeling that his true motives lie somewhere entirely else.

Because as obvious as Eddie might be to your little crush on him, everyone else within your group of friends really isn’t.

They’ve been subtly teasing you for months about it now, nudging you on and trying to convince you to confess your feelings to Eddie, because for some reason they’re sure that it wouldn’t end in a fucking catastrophe.

But you’re not ready to risk the amazing friendship you and Eddie already share. You’d rather have him as one your closest confidant on a solely platonic level than lose him completely because of the silly butterflies that keep dancing around in your stomach at the slightest touch or smile or glance from him. 

“Hey,” Eddie's hushed voice calls you back from your thoughts, as he nudges you with a small bowl of M&M’s, “you haven’t really been eating any snacks tonight, have you?”

Staring at the colorful little treats that are being offered to you, you try to think of a reason that would explain your unusual snack celibacy, without mentioning that you already feel sick to your stomach from the gruesome scenes that keep playing out on TV; but all you manage to come up with is a mumbled: “Yeah, I’m actually not that hungry.”  

Eddie looks unconvinced. He knows you well enough to be aware of the fact that refraining from snacks during movie nights is rather odd behavior from you, and he’s actually starting to grow a little concerned.

Come to think of it, you’ve been behaving rather odd all evening. Eddie knows that horror movies aren’t quite your scene, but he’s unaware of just how much of a challenge they truly pose for you.

If he did know, he wouldn’t be watching them right now, because the last thing he fucking wants is for you to be uncomfortable. 

Too bad that the last thing you want is for him to be disappointed or upset with you.

So, you’ve decided to bite the bullet, even though it’s getting more challenging by the minute as the violent death count on the TV screen increases,

You know nothing about it is real, but it still manages to make you feel uneasy, and you can’t help but squirm in your seat in discomfort.

You try to seem fine and unaffected, you really do, but it’s harder than you’d anticipated, and you’re not sure how much longer you can act like this is all fun and games, and not shaking you up completely.

Realizing that your heart rate is picking up and you start to feel a little dizzy, you try to focus on your breathing, in the quiet hopes that the nauseating tumble of your stomach will pass in a moment or two. 

That is, until a slender hand, decorated with way too many rings, gently reaches out, touching yours and pulling you back to reality.

“Are you alright?” Eddie's eyes are earnest and a bit worried, and you have to swallow a lump the size of the earth, before mumbling a quiet, “Uh-huh.”

Not your most convincing performance, you’ll admit, but it’s all you can muster as you watch a guy get chopped into pieces with an- 

“You sure? You look a little-“ 

“Eddie, I’m fine.”

Somehow, you manage to get the words out between clenched teeth without your voice shaking, but Eddie still seems slightly wary.

“You know,” he gently teases, “If you’re scared you can just cuddle up to me. I don’t bite unless you want me to.”

He shoots you a playful wink, but instead of one of your usual lighthearted giggles or smiles, you just nod your head absentmindedly.

“Uh-huh, sounds uh great.” 

“Hey,” Eddie’s voice takes on a more serious tone after this, as he tries to get you to look at him, and you do, albeit rather reluctantly.

You watch the light of the TV flicker over his concerned features, and part of you feels bad for not telling the truth, but you also can’t really start now either, can you?

Besides, you’ve made it through two scary movies already, what’s another one in the grant scheme of things?

But god, does it have to be that bloody? 

Eddie feels his heart break a little at the sight of you. This is not how he wanted the night to go at all. Not by a long shot.

He had been excited to share these movies with you, and yes, maybe he also liked the idea that you might get slightly scared, and he could be all protective and shit, without any real danger, ‘cause god knows Hawkins has enough of that all on its own already.

And it doesn’t really help that your shared friends have been in his ears for weeks, no months, now, urging him to make a move on you, ever since they’ve become aware of his little crush on you.

Although little crush might be putting it lightly. 

He’s head over heels in love with you; and how could he not be?

You’re the funniest person he knows, and Eddie likes to think that he knows a lot of people, so that assessment has to mean something, right? It certainly means something to him.

You’ve turned out to be quite different from what he initially expected after having seen you be friends with Nancy and Steve.

Those two are also the ones who first introduced you to one another, and god does he wish he would have befriended you way earlier than that. Because now he can’t actually imagine not having you around, and the fact that there was a time in his life where he wouldn’t spend his afternoons curled up in his bedroom with you, listening to music and talking well into most nights is almost unimaginable to him now.

You’re kind and gentle, and incredibly smart, but you’re also not afraid to put him in his place if needed. There’s a fierceness within you he wouldn’t have expected whatsoever, and he admires you for both, your softness, and your courage.

You manage to make him laugh like no other, and he might not even be exaggerating when he says you’re the best thing that happened in his life – apart from getting his guitar and starting his D&D club, maybe.

So, yes, he fucking loves you, but he thinks there is no way in hell that you’ll feel the same way. In his mind you’re completely out of his league, and he just doesn’t want to risk losing you as a friend, even if it means he’ll never get to have you as a lover –no matter how much he might long for that.

And he knows it’s going to be painful, at least at some point, because he’ll have to watch you fall in love with someone else.

Actually, he’s been having the growing and uncomfortable feeling that that has already been happening, because he keeps catching Steve, Robin, and sometimes even Nancy make certain subtle hints and jabs towards you, when they think he’s not paying attention, suggesting that there’s someone who’s been catching your interest lately.

He’d be lying if he said that he isn’t a little hurt by the fact that you didn’t confide in him with that kind of information, especially considering that you’ve apparently told the rest of your shared friends, but at the same time he’s also a little bit relieved, because he knows it would absolutely kill him to have to listen to you swoon over some other guy or girl.

Either way he absolutely hates the idea that there might be someone you’re into, and that it isn’t him, because it simply can’t be. 

Looking back over at you, he sees you squirming in your seat next to him again, and no matter how often you’re going to state that it’s nothing, he can tell that something is wrong. 

“Hey, if the movie’s too much we can-“ 

“Eddie, I’m fine! I’m absolutely fucking fine!” 

You try to be convincing in what you’re saying, and to an outsider you might as well be, but Eddie can see your little signs of aggravation clearer and clearer now.

It's in the way you fiddle with a loose strand of the couch cushion, eyes more fixed on the coffee table in front of you than on the TV, and when your eyes do find their way towards the screen, they’re unfocused and distant, as if you try to look through the TV rather than at it. 

You’re still trying hard to keep your discomfort contained, but it’s getting to a point where watching the movie is almost unbearable now, and with an abrupt movement, you’re suddenly up. 

“I need a fucking drink!” You state, before hurrying out of the room and taking refuge in your kitchen.

Eddie’s eyes wander to the barely touched coke that’s been silently sitting in front of you on the coffee table, and he furrows his brows in confusion. 

What is going on? 

Eddie doesn’t even really think before getting up too, quietly following your path into the kitchen.

He finds you with your hands gripping the edge of a kitchen counter tightly, head tilted downwards while taking shaky breath after shaky breath. 

“Jesus, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” His voice might be the softest you’ve ever heard it, but it still catches you by surprise and you flinch.

“Hey, hey, shit it’s just me,” Eddie soothes, trying to calm you down and make sure you’re alright.

You look at him, wide-eyed and panicked.

He’s not supposed to see you like this, because there’s no way you’re able to explain this right now.

But you don’t really need to, because Eddie’s number one priority is taking care of you at this very moment.

He takes a careful step forward, trying to assess his next moves based on your reaction. You don’t flinch again; instead, you’re almost frozen in place, still watching Eddie nervously. 

God, he’s going to be so disappointed in you, you think. He’s going to think you’re being way too sensitive about this, and you feel like a fool.

Unbeknownst to you, none of that crosses Eddie's mind. To him you just look like a scared deer in the headlights, and all he wants to do right now is make sure you’re alright.

His voice is still nothing but gentle as he keeps making his way towards you.

“You wanna tell me what’s gotten you this upset?” 

“’m not upset.” You mumble, counting your gray kitchen tiles rather than looking at the tall guy, who’s come to stop right in front of you. 

 “Right, sure.” Eddie states, before his hands come up to either side of you on the kitchen counter you’re currently pressed against, practically caging you in between him and your usual cooking workspace. 

“You wanna try that again?” Eddie challenges softly, brown eyes still gentle and full of worry. 

When you stay quiet for another heartbeat or two, he adds quietly, “It’s the movie, isn’t it?” 

All you manage to do is muster a little nod, before turning instantly apologetic.

“Look, Eddie, I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to ruin your horror movie night, I-“ 

“Hey, what are you even talking about? You didn’t ruin anything my little devil.” 

You can’t help the small smile at his usual-unusual nickname.

He had come up with it one night, when you two were getting high behind his trailer, lying in the damp grass beneath the stars; and while you were looking up, pointing out different constellations and talking excitedly about their mythological origins, Eddie was busy admiring you.

“You need like a totally cute nickname,” he had mumbled to himself and you gave him a slightly confused look before he continued:

“You know, one of these cheesy pet names. You need one; something sweet and classic like, uh, like angel, but I obviously can’t call you that because that would be blasphemous, I’m a satanic-oh, oh, that’s it!”

“What?”

“You’re my little devil.”

“What?”

“My little devil.”

“Eddie, you’re high as a kite, what are you talking about?”

“Cute nicknames, did you not listen to me? Okay, wait now I need one too…” 

Initially, you thought he was just joking around, but the next day when you woke up curled up next to him, that’s what he would sleepily call you, and he’s been sticking to the name ever since; or most of the time anyways.

“So, you wanna tell me what’s really going on, little devil?” he whispers while wrapping his arms around you, swaying you two gently from side to side.

As usual, his closeness paired with his gentle touch has your heart beating a thousand times per minute.

He’s so close, you’re actually a little scared he might hear your heart, that’s currently absolutely in overdrive, or even feel it, cause it feels so strong.

But little do you know that the same worry is clouding Eddie’s mind while he holds you tightly to himself. Heart pounding in his ribcage with an intensity he didn’t think was humanly possible.

He tries hard not to notice how intoxicatingly good you smell; how your increasingly steady breaths tickle the exposed skin of his neck, or how well you fit into the confines of his arms; how good your body feels pressed against his.

And it’s not the first time he’s being this close to you either.

Eddie is what you would call a rather affectionate friend in general, and he turns into a complete cuddle monster once he’s high or drunk or exceptionally sleepy. 

You’ve spent lots of nights at each other’s places and you’ve shared the same bed countless of times before, too.

But it usually happens when neither of you are in a particularly sober state, and while his touches still feel thrilling then, you keep telling yourself that they’re not deliberate. That they don’t really mean anything, or at least to Eddie, they don’t.

So, being this close to him is always both, exciting, yet also a little painful. You focus on the fact that Eddie would probably be this affectionate with any of his friends if they’d stick around as long as you do after getting high.

You’ve convinced yourself that Eddie would snuggle up to Steve just as much as he usually snuggles up to you. That he would carefully kiss Steve’s forehead too, or Nancy’s, or even Robin’s, the way he usually does it with you, before you both drift into a comfortably numb sleep after having shared the devil’s lettuce with one another.

There are some nights were you’re lying next to him, and you can’t help but imagine that this is probably what it would be like, being with Eddie.

Sometimes when he’s already fast asleep in your arms, snoring away softly, you can’t help but think about what it must be like to call him yours. What it must be like if you didn’t have to stifle the urge to kiss his little nose that he usually crunches up in an adorable bunny-esque way during his sleep.

To curl up into him and kiss his neck in a lazy yet playful manner; or when you wake up in his arms and catch him already gazing down at you with a certain softness in his eyes that under different circumstances might be interpreted as something akin to love.

But you’re both still coming down from a high, and you’re not quite in your right state of mind most of the time when you’re around him, so you don’t even dare to think about any of it for the majority of the moments you two spend together. 

You’re still curled up in Eddie's gentle embrace, and you stay like this for a while longer before you carefully state, “Please believe me Eddie when I say I really tried to be okay while watching the movies, I really, really did but-“ 

“Hey, you don’t need to apologize. It’s okay to have your limits and I’m not mad, I just wished you would have told me earlier as soon as your discomfort started.”

“’m sorry I didn’t,” you mumble. 

“I just don’t understand why?”

“What?”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“Well, I-I didn’t want to ruin the movie night. Everyone was having a great time and-and I guess I didn’t want to disappoint you either.” 

“Disappoint me?” Eddie asks, slightly bewildered, “Why would I be disappointed? It’s just some movies sweetheart. Sure, those are movies I enjoy, but I don’t enjoy them that much that I would hold grudges against you for not liking them the way that I do. To be honest I don’t even think such movies could exists in the first place.”

“So, you’re not mad?” 

“Mad? My little devil what’s this about? I would never be mad at you; certainly not over a goddamn movie.”

There’s a little relieved sigh that leaves your lips and you’re about to curl up more into Eddie’s embrace when Steve suddenly walks in, letting out a startled yelp.

The unexpected noise and visitor has both Eddie, and you detangle in a hurry, trying to get away from each other, as if you’ve just been caught doing something terribly forbidden. 

“Geez, warn a guy when you’re making out in the fucking kitchen, would ya.” Steve teases with a knowing look before strolling towards the fridge. 

“Don’t mind me, my two love birds I just need some ice cubes.”

“But Steve we didn’t do anything,” you quickly explain, cheeks heated, and gaze turned towards your kitchen tiles again. 

“Uh-huh, sure.”

“I was just not feeling well because of the movie-“

“Right.”

“And I was just comforting her- “

“Yeah.”

Steve’s not buying any of it, or maybe he is, but he just enjoys teasing you; after all, it is rather easy to get you two all flustered and shit, especially when you’re around one another. 

“Movie’s almost over,” Steve states instead, after flinging the door of the freezer apartment back shut. “But hey I get it; making out in the kitchen probably tops that.” 

“But we weren’t-“

Steve just raises his hand in a playful manner, and shakes his head.

“I know what I saw. Two people entangled like that?” He gives the both of you a pointed look, “If you weren’t making out yet, you two were about to, and that’s basically the same thing.”

The shit eating grin on Steve’s face is almost as infuriating as his blatantly false assessment of the situation, but you know that nothing you can say will change his mind. 

He’s gone as quickly as he came, and you and Eddie are once more on your own, within the space your rather small kitchen.

There’s a short moment of quiet, as you both silently curse Steve, before Eddie looks back up at you, arms open wide for you to curl back into.

“You know there’s no way in hell I’m letting you watch the rest of that stupid movie, right?” He mumbles while holding you close again, lips barely brushing against your ear.

“Eddie-“

“No, here me out, this night was supposed to be fun and maybe a little bit spooky, but I did not anticipate finding you in the kitchen having a fucking meltdown, and it’s my fault ‘cause I should have known better and-“ 

“Eddie that’s bullshit.” You interrupt him decisively, “I should have known my limits, and been more mindful of that. None of this is your fault. You didn’t know just how much I struggle with that kind of content.” 

“I just don’t understand why you would then agree to such a movie night in the first place, sweetheart.” He quietly mumbles against your skin, and for a short moment you actually consider telling him.

Telling him that there was no way you could have told him no, not when he was looking at you with those big, and beautiful brown eyes of his, smile as bright as the Indiana Sun high up in the sky, and excitement written all over his features.

He had been just so joyous when he’d come up with the idea, and you’d do anything to see him happy, even if it means that you’ll have to subject yourself to something you normally wouldn’t dream of doing.

Guess self-preservation has never been your strongest suit; but you can’t tell him that, because then the secret you’ve been keeping for the past few months would slip out.

The secret, that you’ve been head over heels for him for a while now, and god knows how he would react. 

You don’t want to find out. 

You really don’t want to find out. 

And so, instead, you stay silent, playing it off like you yourself are not quite sure why. 

Eddie’s now drawing random patterns on your back, and the room is quiet again, save for the faint sounds coming from the TV speakers, and Robin’s and Nancy’s laughs. 

“Do you want me to spend the night?” Eddie suddenly whispers, and when you look at him wide-eyed, he quickly adds, “You know, just to- I mean I don’t have to if you don’t want me to, I just thought you might feel safer after everything, and that way I can make sure you’re alright.”

“Eddie, I can’t possibly ask you to do that.“ 

“You don’t have to; I’m offering. I want to stay here with you if you’ll let me.”

He looks down at you, eyes earnest and soft; and despite your nervousness of what that could entail, you nod your head because – well, you can’t say no to Eddie, now, can you?

“But I don’t-I don’t have any weed left.”

The mumbled admission falls from your lips quickly and slightly embarrassed.

He’s going to pull out now, you think.

You’d understand if he pulled out now.

He doesn’t.

Eddie just looks at you confused, eyes searching your face for something, but you’re not quite sure what it could be. 

“Do you think that that’s what this is about?” 

“What?”

“Do you think I’m only going to stay if there’s weed involved?”

Eddie almost sounds a little bit hurt, and you shake your head softly.

“No, I just thought-you only ever spend the night after getting high or really drunk or something like that.” 

Yeah, no shit, Eddie thinks, because otherwise he doesn’t have any excuse to take residence in your bed.

He can’t just spend the night because he feels like it, and god, does he feel like it each and every fucking time you two spend some time together; but he can’t - because he’s nothing more than a friend, and you aren’t his, even if he really, really, really wants you to be.

There’s some odd shuffling sound from behind the kitchen door, that’s pulling both of your attention away from each other, and then Robin’s head pokes around the corner, smile bright and cheeky.

“There you two are. Steve said-“ 

“He was lying!!” Both you and Eddie exclaim at the same time, and Robin’s features light up even more.

“Uh-huh, sure. So, the movie is done now, and-“ 

“And we’re ready to get going.” Nancy finishes, her smile mirroring Robin’s, before stepping into the kitchen, carrying some of the empty bowls and glasses. 

“What about you, Eddie?” Robin questions, eyes sparkling mischievously, and you try shaking your head, subtly, telling her to stop whatever she’s doing or wherever she might be going with this.

“Oh, I-“ Eddie scratches the side of his neck, looking a little flushed. “I was thinking of, uhm, staying the night.”

“Ah, not done watching scary movies yet, are we? Or are the two of you planning on watching something a little more romantic?” Steve has now joined the commotion, too, and the smile he shoots your way is nothing but suggestive. 

God, you’re going to kill that guy next time you catch him alone.

He just wiggles his eyebrows, laughing softly, and you decidedly step out of the kitchen with a huff, determined to help Nancy with the clean-up and ignore his little jabs. 

Once you’re both back in the living room, she turns towards you.

“You know this could be your chance, right?” 

“Nance don’t even start. I’m not going to-“ 

“Oh, come on, don’t say he doesn’t feel the same way, again,” she whispers, turning her head back towards the kitchen, where Steve and Eddie are having a discussion of their own.

“I don’t know what else needs to happen for you to see that he’s head over heels for you. He’s even offering to stay the night because we watched a scary movie, and look at how shy he’s just gotten when he tried to admit that.” 

“Yeah,” Robin suddenly chimes in, “And I’ve never seen him get that shy before.”

“He’s not-that’s not what’s happening.” You state, trying to sound convincing.

“He’s just being a good friend.” 

“Yes, right, a ‘good friend’” Nancy echoes, ”Do you see me and Steve cuddled up in the kitchen for half an hour? Or him spending the night at my place at least, what, three times a week? Do you see us call each other pet names like that unironically, or exchange longing looks across the table each time we’re with one another?”

You shake your head with a soft sigh.

“No! Of course not,” Nancy finishes, “Because Steve and I are just friends, but what you and Eddie have going on? That’s not even within the framework of friendship anymore. You both try to be nothing but friends, while desperately longing for so much more than that, and it’s actually painful to watch.”

“Nancelot’s right,” Robin quips, “It is painful to watch just how obvious you two can be, and that’s coming from me, so do with that what you will.”

You turn your head back around towards the kitchen with a sigh. Jesus, your friends can be seriously persistent, you think, before watching Eddie step out of the kitchen’s doorway, shaking his head vigorously.

You can’t quite hear what he’s saying, but it doesn’t need FBI-training to be able to tell that his whole body language is saying: No fucking chance. 

“What’s that about?” You mumble, but before you can get any closer, Nancy is pulling you back up by your arm.

“They’re probably just discussing music or something.”

“Again?” you state, slightly exasperated, “God, these two never learn to just leave some topics alone.”

“Leaving certain things unsaid seems like a strong suit for you, though.”

Turning around towards Robin, she gives you an innocent smile.

“Just an observation.”

“Okay, fuck off. Go observe someone else maybe.”

“Alright, but I’m not wrong.”

“I didn’t say you were. I just don’t want all my character flaws exposed during a fucking movie night.”

“Fair enough, but you should still tell him-“ 

“Nope!” You exclaim, hands raised in a defeated gesture, “That is so not happening. And weren’t you two supposed to be on your merry way, anyway?” 

“Oh, so someone is eager to spend the night with-“ 

“I can’t hear you; I think I’ve somehow gotten popcorn stuck in my ear canal. And I’m not going to tell him-“ 

“Tell who?” Eddie suddenly questions, standing at the entrance to your living room. 

Oh, shit. When exactly did he get here?

“No one!” You answer a little too quickly, while pushing past him, dragging Nancy by her hand towards your entrance door.

“The hospitality rating of this place seriously sucks,” she mumbles, and you just give her a glare.

“It was so fun to have you all around, but I’m getting really tired of-“ 

“Of being tired?” Steve interjects, “Try sleeping - with each other, maybe.” He adds with a quiet mumble, and you stifle the urge to hit or punch his smug face.

Eddie doesn’t seem to have caught it, though, so that’s a relief.

After kicking all of your friends out of your apartment, except for one, really pretty, curly-haired one, you two make your way back into your living room. 

“What was that about?” Eddie asks, and you just shake your head, “You don’t really want to know. They’re just being annoying dicks.” You mumble, while picking up the last empty beer bottles.

“Because you like someone.” Eddie’s voice is unusually soft again, and it makes you freeze in your movement. 

Oh no. 

“What makes you say that?” You whisper, eyes searching your carpet for weird stains and popcorn crumbs. 

“So, it’s true then?” 

“What?”

“That there’s someone you like.” Eddie’s voice is now barely a hushed whisper, as he closes in on you, before adding carefully, “Do I know them?” 

You think that getting knocked over the head with one of the empty beer bottles you’re currently carrying would make your head feel less fuzzy and dizzy than you’re currently feeling.��

“I-uh, uhm yeah.” Your voice is so quiet, you’re not actually sure if you said the words out loud.

“Fuck,” Eddie mumbles more to himself than anything, but you still catch it. 

The two of you are quiet for a moment, until Eddie suddenly decides that he’s had enough. 

“Why wouldn’t you tell me?” There’s something in his voice that almost sounds hurt again, but before you can dwell on it too much he continues, “Because you’ve apparently told all of your friends; All of your friends, but me.” 

Oh god, this really can’t be happening, you think. 

“Eddie it’s not quite like that, I just-“ 

Well, shit. 

You just what? 

You’re just hopelessly in love with one of your best friends. But you can’t tell him that, now, can you? 

When you stay quiet again, Eddie sighs defeated. 

“I just want to understand why you would tell everyone but me. It’s like you trust them enough but when it comes to me, you-“ 

“Eddie, stop.”

Your eyes search for his in the dim lights of the living room. 

“Can we not have this discussion right now, please?”

But Eddie just huffs, not ready to let that topic go just yet. 

“Eddie, I promise you it’s not the way you think it is. Besides, he doesn’t like me like that anyway so-“ 

“He?” Eddie asks, voice a broken whisper.

So, it’s a guy then.

Somehow that revelation stings more, maybe because that guy could have been him; If he wasn’t quite as out of your league, he thinks. 

Shit.

“Yeah, he uhm-he’s a guy, you know. A dude, some dude.” 

Smooth. Real smooth. 

Almost as smooth as that extra chunky peanut butter Steve keeps buying. 

“I see.” Eddie states, trying hard to keep his voice steady. 

Fuck why does this hurt so much.

This is like the worst worst-case scenario of what he wanted this night to be. In fact, he thinks, this is everything he didn’t want this night to be. 

A bad horror movie marathon that scares the love of his life shitless, only to then be told by said love that she’s into another guy?

Getting pierced through the heart with a rusty dagger would probably hurt less. 

“So, uhm that guy, I’m sorry he’s not into you.”

Couldn’t be me, Eddie thinks, though he considers that hardly any comfort for you.

“It’s okay really. I’ll get over it eventually, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, it’s just-” 

It’s just that it’s you, you dumbass. 

“Yeah, whatever. I’m not particularly good with all that boys talk anyways.” Eddie brushes off, trying to sound nonchalant while quickly blinking some tears away.

Jesus Christ, this really is turning into a nightmare. 

But maybe he should rip the band-aid straight off from the battle wounds you keep leaving on his heart. Yeah, why not.

“So, who is it?” 

This is going to be so fucking painful, Eddie thinks, but at least he’ll have some clarity; Knows who to stare daggers at for the rest of his life.

“What?”

“Who is it? The guy you’re obviously crushing on. You said I know him and I-“ 

“I can’t tell you that.” 

“Why not?” 

“I just can’t.” 

“Wow, so you still don’t trust me the same way as the others. Because they know, don’t they?” 

“Eddie-“ You start, without really knowing how to finish it, but he just scoffs, looking at you with disbelieve. 

“Well, this sure feels great. Knowing you like them all more than me.” 

“Oh, that so not true! In fact, this couldn’t be any further from the truth-“

“Oh, really?” Eddie interjects, voice slightly raised.

“Do you know how much it fucking stings to know that you told everyone about that stupid crush of yours but leaving me out completely; and I still don’t understand why, by the way, but I fucking digress.” 

“Oh my god, it’s not like that!”

“Yeah, well what’s it like then?” 

When you stay silent once more, Eddie runs his fingers through his hair, absolutely defeated, and done. 

Fuck, he wants to go home.

Wants to go home and scream into his pillow, get black out drunk and cry his heart and soul out, but instead he’s here. 

In hell. 

Right in the middle of your living room. 

“So, you’re still not going to tell me who it is.”

There’s an edge to his voice now, and at this point you’re getting fed up too. 

“I told you I don’t want to talk about it! Why are you so fucking obsessed with this?!” You finally call out exasperated, and something inside Eddie snaps as he suddenly states:

“Because I love you, goddamn it! I love you, and the idea that you like someone else fucking hurts, and-“ 

“What?!”

Shit. Fuck. Fucking shit. He just actually said that out loud, didn’t he?

Well, there goes his most cherished friendship. 

“You love me?” 

“I-uhm, the thing is, uh, you see-“ 

“Eddie,” you drop the beer bottles you’ve been holding all along onto the carpet floor. 

Fuck the stains.

“Eddie, did you mean that?” You’re getting closer and closer to him, while all the words he knows keep drifting further and further away. 

You’re so close now, so utterly, terribly close, and he’s not sure what’s going to happen next until your hand comes up and gently touches his cheek, guiding his face downwards and giving him no choice but to look at you.

He sees you gazing up at him expectantly, with something hopeful shimmering in your eyes, and his head feels like it’s spinning around itself. 

“Did you mean that?” 

“Does it matter?” 

There’s a soft laugh coming from your lips, and Eddie feels like there might be a joke he’s not in on, but he can’t think of anything that would warrant that assessment.

“Did you?” 

Fuck it, just say it. 

“Yeah,” he whispers, “Yeah I did.” 

And you’re beaming. You’re fucking beaming, brighter than your goddamn car headlights, that he usually waits for in the trailer park while he’s stoned out of his mind. 

“Can I kiss you?” You question, and it takes him completely by surprise. 

“But w-what about your crush?” He stammers, utterly confused. 

“Oh, Eddie.” 

He doesn’t get it. He really doesn’t get it, both of you think. 

“Eddie, do you want to know more about that guy I’ve been so head over heels over?” You ask, voice soft. 

What?!

Eddie feels like his head keeps getting dunked into water, and each time he thinks he’s coming back up for air, there’s another bucket of liquid dropped over his head.

“He’s really a great guy, you know. Been crushing on him for months now. Saw him for the first time in this dungy bar my friends kept dragging me to. He was playing that night on that beautiful guitar of his, and I couldn’t take my eyes of him at all. He looked really good on that stage, tall, dark curly hair, metal shirt, long slender fingers that I kept thinking about all night long. His name’s Eddie, by the way and-“ 

Wait what?!

You can literally see the penny drop, as Eddie's features light up. 

“Me?” He wonders, incredulously.

“Yes, dummy, you!” Both of your hands are cupping Eddie’s face now, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen his eyes look at you quite as brightly as they do now. 

“Me? You’ve been crushing on me?” 

“Yes!” you state, “Do you understand now why I couldn’t fucking tell you about any of it?!” 

“You’re telling me, that all this time that I’ve been head over heels for you, you’ve been head over heels for me, too?!” 

“Apparently, yeah.” 

“Fuck, we are like, so fucking dumb.” 

“Tell me about it. Can’t believe Steve was right all along.” 

“Wait, so he’s been pestering you with that as well?” 

“Who do you think he’s been teasing me about so much, hm?” 

“Oh. My. God!” Eddie exclaims, and you laugh at his cheerful expression. 

“Wait, so, uh does the kissing offer still-“ 

You don’t wait for him to finish that sentence, and just press your lips gently against his. 

It’s electrifying.

It’s fucking electrifying to finally feel his lips against yours.

The kiss is soft and slightly hesitant at first; but it quickly grows deeper, more desperate, and urgent, and your hands find themselves tangled into Eddie’s dark curls as you try to pull him closer and closer.

Kissing him is addicting, yet you don’t feel like you could ever get enough.

Not when you’ve been dreaming about this for months now; and you still can’t quite believe that this is real.

When you break away after a while, you’re both panting and breathless, and then you’re all over each other again because fuck, it’s been a long time coming.

You can’t help but nibble on his lip playfully, and Eddie straight up moans; a sound that has your mind spinning in all kinds of directions. God, you want him. You’ve been wanting him for so long, and now you finally have him.

“You wanna take this to the bedroom.” Eddie mumbles in between open-mouthed kisses to your neck, and you barely manage to nod, because you feel like you’re melting right then and there.

But it’s all the confirmation Eddie needs before picking you up, carrying you towards your bedroom, while you hold onto him, legs wrapped around his slender waist and arms thrown around his neck. You're both laughing and giggling, and you keep kissing him because how could you not?

For the first time since living in Hawkins, you’re actually quite glad that your apartment is on the smaller side, and you find your way to the bed rather quickly.

Eddie lays you down on it gently, eyes nothing but soft and full of love as he towers over you.

“Can’t believe this is happening. Can’t believe that you’re finally mine,” he mumbles, while you brush your hands gently through his hair.

“Neither can I,” you admit, “Been wanting this for so fucking long,”

Eddie just hums at that, his lips back on your skin, and the small whimper that escapes yours has Eddie’s lips twitch in a smile.

“I’m still sorry about that horror movie fiasco,” he gently teases in between soft kisses, and this time it’s your turn to playful, as you state:

“Well, lucky you, I have an idea how you can make it up to me again.”

The look on your face tells Eddie everything he needs to know, but he still likes to play clueless.

“Oh, intriguing. Tell me all about it.” He says, voice just as playful and full of adoration.

And without much hesitation you do.

It turns out to be that kind of 'conversation' that lasts all night long, and has your voice all hoarse and shit at the end of it – something that you know your friends won’t let you live you down in the morning; 

But who cares about that right now, when you have Eddie fucking Munson between your legs. 

You certainly don’t. 

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And, that's it! Hope you enjoyed it and thank you so much for reading if you've made it this far!

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Shiny New Toy

(felix catton\reader)

chapter one

details: a saltburn inspired short story.

content warning: profanity, explicit sexual content, and mentions of abuse (physical and mental)

MNI 18+

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"I'm sorry," I said with an evident crack in my voice. I sank my teeth into my lower lip to keep my emotions bottled up. The last thing I needed was to break down in the middle of the quad.

"Save it," Eric, my boyfriend, snapped. "Your apologies don't mean shit."

He glared at me before walking briskly toward the dining hall for lunch.

I hurried behind him, attempting to catch up, but I halted my movements when he whipped his head around, regarding me sternly.

"Don't follow me. You're not allowed to eat lunch with me today."

"But-"

"No. You can eat by yourself. That way, you'll finally learn your lesson."

"Please, Eric, I-"

Eric raised his hand above his head, and I instantly cowered back, trying to avoid the impending blow.

"Don't make me do it," He whispered darkly, referencing his hand in the air that could strike me at any moment.

Before I could form a coherent response, my boyfriend spun back around and continued on his way.

I hastily wiped the few stray tears tumbling down my cheeks and glanced around the quad to ensure no one had seen what had happened.

Students were lying down on the lush, green grass as they attempted to soak up the few rays of sunshine England rarely offered. 

Luckily, they all seemed completely unaware of my presence.

All except for one.

I almost hadn't noticed him. I was about to turn toward the library when we locked eyes.

Deep brown. Warm like the sun and soft like the grass beneath our feet.

He was beautiful.

But I couldn't miss the look of pity on his face. 

My face warmed, and my cheeks took on a pink hue. He had seen the altercation between Eric and me.

I was sure he considered me to be as pathetic as Eric did. Because I was...right?

My shoulders drooped in shame as I looked away from the beautiful stranger. But the sound of footsteps caused my eyes to shoot right back up.

I stared wide-eyed as the man gracefully swept over the emerald landscape in my direction. 

I ceased to move. I was utterly shocked that someone like him would approach someone like me willingly. 

"You alright?"

His melodic voice washed over me, and a calmness accompanied it.

"What?" I asked, dazed and confused.

"I was just wondering if you were all right. I saw that bloke giving you a hard time and wanted to ensure I didn't need to straighten him out."

A surprised laugh bubbled up from my throat. The idea of anyone being able to straighten Eric out seemed preposterous. 

I regained my composure before replying. "Uh, no, everything is quite alright. My boyfriend is just having a bad day. School seems to be stressing him out at the moment."

I mentally applauded myself for how smoothly my lie rolled off my tongue.

The stranger regarded me curiously. 

"You're American," he said, referring to my lack of an English accent.

"Yup," I answered, shifting my weight from one foot to the other.

"Well, does the American have a name?" he asked, teasing me gently. I couldn't miss the twinkle in his eyes as he waited for my reply. 

"Iris."

"Like the song?" he stepped forward, closing the distance between us. 

"Yeah, my parents were massive Goo Goo Dolls fans," I laughed softly.

"Well, Iris, would you like to have lunch with us?"

He threw his thumb over his shoulder, directing my attention to one of the groups of students sprawled out on the lawn.

"Oh, that's ok. I couldn't possibly intrude."

"Rubbish. You wouldn't be intruding at all," He said, slinging an arm over my shoulders. "Besides, someone's got to welcome you to this country properly. Because by the looks of it, your boyfriend has not done a very good job."

I let him guide me towards his friends as I asked, "So, what's your name? It's only fair that you return the favor."

I lifted my chin, and our gazes clashed, causing my heart to beat erratically. 

"Felix."

The name tumbled from his full lips, and I relished the sound of it.

His name was perfect. Just like him.

We arrived at a tangled group of limbs on the grass. Felix's friends prattled on together as they lay in a small heap on the ground.

"Ignore them if they start bothering you," Felix whispered, leaning in close, "They can have a habit of coming on too strong. Especially Farleigh."

"Which one is Farleigh?"

"You're about to find out."

His breath tickled my neck as he drew his lips away from my ear. Tiny tingles danced down my spine, and goosebumps littered my skin most deliciously.

"And who do we have here?"

The question came from one of the two boys on the lawn. His skin glowed a golden brown, and his eyes swam with many questions.  

"This is Iris, and she will be having lunch with us today," replied Felix merrily. 

The one, who I assumed to be Farleigh, did little to hide his assessment of me. His dark eyes ran the length of my physique before a sly grin stretched across his face.

"Nice job, Lex. She's even prettier than the last one."

I didn't miss Felix's sharp glare at Farleigh but was quickly distracted by the other brunette boy as he attempted to pass his snicker off as a mere cough. He sat beside Farleigh but made no move to interject himself into the conversation. 

I bit my lip nervously. They didn't even know me, yet I could feel their judgment wafting off them potently. 

"Play nice, Farleigh," Felix chastised.

"My apologies," Farleigh replied as he rose to his full height. He stepped forward and courteously extended his hand.

"I'm Farleigh, as I'm sure you've already figured out. And that's Oliver over there," he said, nodding his head towards the previously snickering boy who hadn't bothered to stand up.

"Just Ollie," he muttered from his place on the ground.

"Iris," I mumbled quietly.

Farleigh continued to hold my hand for several beats too long before Felix cleared his throat loudly. My hand was promptly dropped. 

Felix made himself comfortable on the thick grass before reaching up with his hand and gently tugging me down with him. 

"Where's V?" He asked as I gingerly sat beside him.

"Blowing her TA," Farleigh casually replied as he picked up today's paper and pretended to examine its various articles. 

"I knew you transferring here was a terrible idea. She's learning all your bad habits," Felix retorted.

Farleigh merely snorted before changing the subject to gossip about the World History Teacher. A student had found Mr. West's Grindr account, and now the student was threatening to tell Mr. West's wife unless Mr. West gave him an A for the rest of the year. 

I resorted to picking the fraying cuff of my jeans out of sheer awkwardness and boredom. My eyes wandered the quad full of laughing, elated students before finally resting on the meager boy still seated beside Farleigh. 

His gaze flew back and forth between Felix and Farleigh as if he were watching a riveting tennis match. It was impossible not to miss the adoration and longing painted on his features. I felt his obvious emotions had nothing to do with Mr. West and everything to do with the two people in front of him. 

His silent reverence would convince one that he was in the presence of gods and not men.  

But maybe that's what they were to Oliver: gods, not mortals. 

"Sorry, I'm late!"

I whipped around to locate the voice that rang through the air and saw a majestic sight. 

Blonde hair flew behind a brightly smiling, pale girl as she hurtled towards our huddle on the ground. 

"It's about time, V," Farleigh said. "We were beginning to think Jason had kidnapped you."

It's Mr. Fellcraft," she corrected as she flounced down on the other side of Felix and made herself busy spreading her long, floral skirt around her on the earth.

"Yes, but it's Jason to you. And that's what matters," Farleigh countered. 

The girl known as "V" only responded with a scowl before returning her attention back to her skirt.

"V, we wouldn't tease you about it if it wasn't so glaringly obvious that you're shagging the guy. And as your brother, I need to know if he's forcing you into anything because I will happily chat with the fellow if need be."

"Calm down, little brother. All is well. It's just a bit of fun, is all." 

I wasn't sure I would regard hooking up with a teaching assistant as a "bit of fun."

"Besides," She said, "I don't particularly want to discuss my time with Mr. Fellcraft. I'd much rather talk about the girl sitting next to you, Felix, who looks like she'd rather be elsewhere."

Felix gave a small roll of his eyes before swiftly introducing me to his sister. 

"V, this is Iris. She's going to be joining us for lunch this afternoon. Iris, this is-"

"Venetia. Venetia Catton," she cut in before her brother could continue with the introduction. "The pleasure is all mine, I'm sure."

Venetia Catton extended her hand, palm down, as if she expected me to kiss it. Unsure of what to do, I grasped the ends of her slender fingers in what appeared to be an uncoordinated handshake.

Her only response was to giggle at me as if I was a small, confused child. Too stupid for my own good. 

I adverted my eyes as a quiet fell over the group. A breeze came by, sweeping my long, honey-colored hair off of my shoulders. 

"Let's head inside, yeah?" Felix asked, breaking the silence. "Since everyone is here."

"Everyone and a guest," Farleigh muttered under his breath as we all stood in unison.

I stuck close to Felix's side so as not to hear what other snarky things I was sure Farleigh and Venetia were saying about me. They walked several feet ahead with their heads bowed together, whispering back and forth. 

No wonder this group was so small. They obviously didn't like newcomers. 

Except for Felix. 

I looked up at him and found his eyes already settled on me. He offered a soft smile. 

"Don't mind them. We're all rather protective of each other, so new additions can be met with some skepticism."

"I don't know if I would call it skepticism. It seems more like downright disdain to me," I chuckled faintly.

"No," Felix replied, shaking his head adamantly. "Once they see how I've accepted you, they'll follow suit."

"Are you their leader or something?" I asked, suspicion and curiosity lacing my voice.

"Or something," He murmured, shifting his gaze straight ahead as we entered Oxford's primitive dining hall.

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chapter index

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

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[necros-writing-stuff]

"I can take care of myself," the hunter huffs, pushing your hands away from his rain-wettened hair. Droplets fall from the dark locks onto his cheeks, his soaked sleeve doing little to dry the skin there.

You hum, your nose scrunching as your head tilts to the side. Arms go slack, falling from his face and resting to your sides - already accepting that Eden's stubbornness would win. For now.

Evidently, though, you'd 'said' the wrong thing.

"What's that mean? 'Hmm'? You think I can't take care of myself when it's all I've been doing my entire life?" Those dark brows furrow, his lip lifting into a snear. The scars on his face warp with his expression, only furthering the fearsome glare.

Obviously a nerve had been hit. Eden's walls were built high and foundationed deep; most people didn't have a chance of getting over them, under them, or through them. He isn't sure quite when you'd gotten the seige weapons to cleave your path through each layer.

With a small smile, you turn to grab the mop, drying off the trail of footprints your husband had dragged inside. "No, I don't think you took good care of yourself. Not emotionally, anyway."

He doesn't move from his spot, but his face drops. His mouth is agape and his expression undeniably incredulous. "I'm fucking sorry? You want to repeat that?"

The rules of dealing with beasts in the wild varies by species. Some you look in the eye, make yourself bigger. Others will kill you the second your pupils lock, or fly into a rage at any posturing. Your husband's anger is best appeased by an apology (especially if it comes accompanied by a physical reparation).

"I don't think you take good care of yourself, Eden." You choose to stand your ground, throwing a look over your shoulder; your face expressionless while his grew redder from the building blood pressure.

"You never tell me how you're feeling. You never tell my why you're sad when I see it in your eyes. You just bottle everything up so tightly I don't think you recognise why you feel things half of the time until it builds and builds and yet you stay quiet and grow more distant when I'm right here to listen to it all."

His foot shifts, shoulders twitching as his eyes, for the briefest moment, flicker over to the door where the miserable rain waits for him to return. He doesn't have to go back to that cold embrace. He could stay. He could hear what you have to say, just this once.

"I-I'm fine." Yet its plain to see the struggle it takes for him to even say that, brows shooting up, head angling down, eyes widening as he chokes on the words.

"You don't have to be. I won't think any less of you for it. I think it's a very brave thing to admit when you're hurt."

Eden seems entranced by the knots in the wooden floorboards, those water droplets falling now onto his leather boots. "... I don't know how to be anything else."

There's more to say. There will always be more to dig up from Eden's iron-clad past. Instead you put the mop aside and fetch a towel, draping it over your husband's shoulders and guiding him to his favourite chair by the crackling fire as you take off his old boots.

"Just come to me and be honest when things go wrong, or something bad happens in your head. You don't need to tell me details, not if you don't want to. But I still want to hold your hand and kiss your cheek to make you smile." Your fingers thread with his own cool digits, thumbs rubbing over them to encourage warmth to return.

Eden isn't there, though. Not mentally. That far-away look in his glazed-over eyes is accompanied by a slight gathering of tears threatening to pool over his lash-line at any due moment.

Wetness be damned, you join him in his chair, arms encircling the haunted man and pulling his head against your chest. You only breath properly again when you feel his rough hands tightly grip onto you, holding on as though you're the last lifeline at the edge of a cliff.

Perhaps for him you are.

#spill my guts #eden the hunter #degrees of lewdity #gn reader #y'all like angst? #necro's fics

[im-dehydrated05]

⚠️Warning⚠️: Mention of a suicide joke might fly over your head, but discreción is still advised.

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Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3

"And then she said, 'You don't look like an artist.' She called me subpar and said that the art club had a reputation to uphold or whatever."

Aurora kicked a rock from the pathway as Daniela and she walked around the club fair. She had met with the redhead a while ago and processed to tell her what a bitch Joana was.

This happens every single time I try to join the club through the club fair; why am I even angry at this point?

Daniela: "You know, I could ask my mom to let you enter the club; she kind of runs it."

Daniela gave her a sheepish smile. She looked embarrassed for some reason. Aurora just smiled at her and waved it off. She already knew what she wanted to do in this loop.

"Nah, I'm good. I'll just join the student council or something."

Daniela's expression changed to concern.

Daniela: "Are you sure all the people there are overworked, and don't you, uh, have theater or something?"

Aurora had literally mentioned her theater class briefly during their walk; she was kind of surprised Daniela actually remembered.

"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me overworking myself. I've been involved in multiple projects since high school. My family wasn't well off either, so I used to work too; I'm basically used to juggling multiple things."

Daniela seemed even more concerned now, but Aurora reassured her, putting her hand on Daniela's shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Besides, I'll have you to keep me grounded, right?"

Daniela stared at the brunette for a moment; her face slowly flushed red, giving Aurora a shy nod.

Daniela: "Y-yeah, totally!"

Aurora laughed before giving Daniela a playful nudge and smirking at her.

"No need to be shy, Dani."

Dani flushed redder, laughing bashfully, and the two continued walking until they finally came across the student council table. Daniela looked nervous while staying behind Aurora, who just casually walked up to the table. The first to make eye contact with her was the blonde goddess, whom she gave a bright smile to.

"Hello, I would like to join the student council."

Bela, of course, looks just as indifferent as always, which kind of made Aurora's heart ache given the circumstances of Bela's heart. The weird thing was how Bela didn't say a word; her gaze was just flickering on Aurora's face as if looking for something. That's when another council member stepped in.

Jasmin: “Do you want to join?”

Aurora turns to Jasmin, still feeling Bela's eyes on her.

"Yeah, I was wondering if there were any spots open, like maybe the first-year representative, but anything is good, to be honest."

Jasmin turns to Bela, who still seems to be in a trance. She gives the blonde a weird look before turning to Casey, who just whispers something about finally someone wanting to join the council.

Bela: "I assume you know the kind of work you'll have to deal with if you're asking for that position specifically, right?"

Aurora looks surprised when Bela finally speaks. Turning toward the blonde with a grin and nodding, she meets Bela's gaze.

"Of course I do, Ms. President."

The brunette said, way too confidently. Jasmine and Casey shoot a look at each other, knowing how Bela normally reacts to people like this, but to their surprise, Bela's expression seems to soften slightly as she observes Aurora. After a moment of silence, she finally spoke.

Bela: "Very well. I'll see you tomorrow in the student council room at 8 p.m. sharp."

Aurora couldn't hide her excitement as she thanked Bela and the other council members. She turned to Daniela, who had been anxiously watching the interaction.

Daniela: "Yay, you got in."

Aurora raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms while tapping her foot on the floor.

"Well, you don't sound that excited for me at all."

Daniela: "I'm just worried about you, okay?"

The two stare at each other.

.

.

.

"You think Angie is still in the fridge?"

Daniela: "Shit."

False alarm Angie has not frozen to death; she is currently passed out on the couch. Aurora and Daniela let out a sigh of relief. The brunette went to sit on a chair by the kitchen counter, while Daniela went to her room to clean her skateboard for the club. That's when your phone gets a notification.

[phone]

HEY BEAUTIFUL!

Hello Cassandra

HOW YOU KNOW?

Something about the way you type just screams out Resident Diva

AWW THANKS!

Wasn't a compliment but okey 😑

SO... YOU DOING ANYTHING TOMORROW?

I have to attend student council at 8 why you ask?

WANNA HANG?

What kind of hang?

WHAT YOU MEAN LIKE TO HANG OUT WHAT OTHER HANG IS THERE?!

...

YOU NEED THERAPY

You're one to talk Mama's girl and jokes on you I already took therapy.

...

Knowing this do you still wanna hang out?

YEAH

Cool see you at the cafe at 5 I'll have like three hours before my first period.

OKEY SEE YOU THEN!

👍

Aurora chances the contact name to CASSI🎭 and stares at her phone for a moment before putting it down with a groan.

I'll have to wake up so early... Why did I say yes?

Aurora buried her face on her pillow, hugging it tightly, trying to get some sleep, but the thoughts in her head just wouldn't let her.

Fuck, it's happening again.

ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩They ̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩Torn ̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩You ̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭Apart ̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀

W͟i͟t͟h͟ a͟ k͟n͟i͟f͟e͟

Stop

B͟e͟c͟a͟u͟s͟e͟ o͟f͟ a͟ c͟u͟r͟s͟e͟

I said stop.

A͟ m͟i͟s͟s͟i͟n͟g͟ h͟e͟a͟r͟t͟

I didn't-

S͟h͟e͟ w͟a͟s͟ j͟u͟s͟t͟ a͟ d͟o͟l͟l͟.͟

Want this

L͟o͟o͟k͟

Quite.

L͟o͟o͟k͟ a͟t͟ y͟o͟u͟r͟s͟e͟l͟f͟.͟

Shut up!

W͟h͟a͟t͟'͟s͟ w͟r͟o͟n͟g͟ w͟i͟t͟h͟ y͟o͟u͟?͟

Please...

.

.

.

P͟a͟t͟h͟e͟t͟i͟c͟

#resident lover #bela dimitrescu #donna beneviento #angie beneviento #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #fanfic

[okminer07]

Slave to the Light Pt1

A Baldur's Gate Fanfiction

Keep moving forward, just keep moving forward. Over and over, she repeated that same phrase over and over in her head. She couldn't stop, she wouldn't stop. No, she didn't want to think what would happen if she stopped now, or worse, if she turned back. So, Lorelai kept moving forward, tripping over roots, kicking up pebbles, and weaving through the long shoots of grass.

Her throat felt like it was coated with sand, every breath was beginning to hurt. She could feel her feet aching, having become numb to the cold and the constant abuse they were being put through as she made her way bare foot through the forest.

Just... just keep moving she pleaded to her body.

Just a little further... just

She sucked in a great breath of air, cool and crisp. It felt so good, so good to breath fresh air. So much of her wanted to stop, to breath it again and again, to enjoy the feeling.

No, just keep going she berated herself.

Don't stop... don't... don't....

She stopped. Not because her body wanted her to, she had already won that argument several times. No, she all but froze when up ahead she spotted light. Her fingers twitched anxiously as she slowly moved a few inches closer. With the little faith that she had, she pleaded with the gods that it wasn't what she thought it was, that it wasn't-

"Hey! give that back asshole!" bellowed a voice.

Lorelai jumped, clamping a hand over her mouth. Her feet began to inch away as the voice continued to argue loudly.

"And why should I?"

Damnit! damn it all! why, of all things why did she have to stumble across a big folk camp. She let a small whimper of frustration, running her hands through her tangled raven hair.

What was she supposed to do now? both options laid in front of her filled her with dread.

"You don't even need it!"

Lorelai groaned, staying put wasn't an option either. Sooner or later, an animal would come across her bloodied scent, and she shivered at the thought of what would happen then.

Begrudgingly, she could only think of one way forward: to go around the camp and get some distance between her and it quickly. Though she wasn't sure she would be able to do anything fast in her current state.

She inched forward, peering around the towering trees, trying to gauge where to go. This would have been so much easier if she could just make herself invisible, then her only worry would be to stay silent. As she slowly got closer, the arguing voices got louder.

"What? so I can't simply indulge myself?"

"But that's the last one! and I'm starving!"

Maybe this was a blessing. the two seemed very preoccupied so maybe this was a sign that this was her opening to sneak past. She began to quicken her pace, keeping her path heading northwest. Through the tree line, she caught glimpses of the big folk's camp. It was a rather large one, she could make out the outline of several tents and a large campfire. She shook her head. Stop, who cared what it looked like? what mattered was leaving it behind.

"Just hand it over Astarion. We all know you only want it because she wants it".

Great, another voice, and this one was trying to deescalate the argument that had been acting as a distraction. She began to move a bit faster, still taking great lengths to be as silent as possible.

There was a loud scoff, "Fine, now why don't you all leave me alone while I go look for a proper meal."

Lorelai slowed as the camp went silent. She ever so meticulous maneuvered her way over and around roots and twigs when something happened that nearly made her heart stop.

The ground beneath her feet quivered and she could hear a great deal of rustling. She began to back away. The quaking continued, only getting more violent and louder by the second. Someone was coming. One of the big folks was making its way closer to her.

Panic now seeping back into her, she whipped her head around feverishly, every second the footsteps getting closer and louder. She let out a low whimper as she desperately looked for somewhere, anywhere that would conceal her.

Just when the being could only be a few feet away, Lorelai's eyes fell upon the roots of the nearest tree. They were decorated with webs and decaying moss, but she didn't care. She sprinted towards them, moving quickly to bury herself deeply within them. The approaching footsteps caused little bits of dirt to fall from above her and pepper her hair and face. Then, they stopped.

She dared to poke her head out from behind a root, the sight of two huge dark leather boots making her instantly duck back into hiding.

Please, oh please, please go away she pleaded.

Whoever stood mere feet away from her began to sniff the air, like some sort of animal.

Lorelai clasped a hand over her mouth as she heard a satisfied exhale. Her heart began to pound loudly in her ears, her body trembled with anticipation.

go away, just go away!

There was a thud that made Lorelai pounce where she sat. She wanted to let out a yelp, but she knew that would instantly reveal her.

For what felt like an eternity, there was an unnerving silence. She couldn't even hear any breathing other than her own.

Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw it.

Long, pale fingers, maybe even paler than her own, began to snake their way closer. She sucked in a breath and pressed herself against the dirt and root wall, pleading that she would sink right into it and away from the approaching hand.

When one touched her ankle, she couldn't help but scream as the rest quickly ensnared around her legs and began dragging her out into the open.

She kicked and clawed at both the fingers and the ground, trying to get away, but to no avail.

"I knew I smelled something peculiar".

Lorelai froze at the ice laced voice. Before she could stop herself, she turned her head upwards.

She felt a scream lodge itself in her throat as her eyes met two huge red ones. She had only heard tales and stories about humanoids who had red eyes, scary stories meant to keep children well behaved, but she never thought that such a creature was real. She believed vampires to be nothing more than a scary story.

It seemed she was wrong.

The creature that used to haunt her nightmares as a child now had her pinned against the ground and was staring at her with a hungry glint in its eyes.

She watched as its lips parted to reveal two fangs and it began to speak once again.

"Although, you look a bit odd for a pixie. if that is what you are".

Lorelai began to struggle beneath the pressure of the fingers holding her down, releasing desperate whimpers.

"Suppose it doesn't matter, I'm sure you'll taste just as such".

Her eyes became so wide she feared they would tumble out of her skull. Her heart threatened to burst right out of her rest as the fingers grasped around her legs once again and began to lift her off the ground at an almost purposeful slowness.

No, no,no,no,no.no No! As she dangled upside down, she felt all hope leaving her. She watched as the ground began to shrink away and began begging for it all to hurry up and be over.

She felt something slide within her pocket and something reignited itself within her. She wasn't going to die, not today, not if she could help it.

Lorelai plunged her hand into her pocket and withdrew a small but sharp shard of glass. Without a second thought, she heaved herself upwards, towards the log-like fingers, and plunged the point as deep into the vampire's icy flesh as she could.

#bg3 #g/t #male giant #bg3 gt #Pixie #giant/tiny #gt writing #gt fandom

[kris-bliss]

Sorry if this seems a little bad, I had to type this out on my phone.

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘣!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵.

Long time no see

The branches of the trees move with the wind, so do the dead leaves all over the ground. The moon has been out for not very long but it all feels the same to Leon.

The adrenaline of being on a job like this. Having to do others dirty work because they fail to do it themselves.

He's watching his surroundings as he walks through the woods. Listening to every snap of a twig and rustle of bushes. His hands lay steady holding his gun. The breeze somewhat calming.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 watches from afar, noticing how tense he is. It's almost a sad sight to her. Seeing Leon brings a warmth to her heart she thought she let go of. Something she wished and prayed would never come back, though she never wanted it to.

Not wanting to soften up, she decided to scare him as a little tease. She stays in her position laying on a branch of a tree. Leon just a little away from being right under her. It's almost too easy.

"Oogabooga." she says, immediately wanting to hit herself. it was the only word she could think of in the moment.

Leon visibly tenses as he looks around him.

"Who's there?" He points his gun ready to shoot. "Come out and I might be nice."

He fails to notice her above him. It almost makes her laugh if it wasn't for the fact he looked so 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅.

"Up here."

Leon takes his flash light and points it up at her. Seeing her toying with a knife like it's not a weapon.

"And here I thought you missed me."

Seeing it's just her brings a soft sigh of relief out of him.

"That wasn't very funny." He holsters his gun and shuts the flashlight off.

"You're lucky I didn't shoot." he speaks in mainly annoyance but care is still there.

"Long time no see Leon." She lowers herself from the branch, landing directly in front of him.

"so you 𝘥𝘪𝘥 miss me."

Theres a teasing smile on her face that Leon struggles not to reciprocate. Though he does give a small smile back, not without turning serious after.

"You can't try and scare me like that. I have a job to do here, and there's all kinds of wild animals in this part of the country. There's a reason I keep this thing strapped to my hip." He pats the butt of his gun for effect.

A soft sigh leaves Y/N's lips, "I know but a girl like me can't help myself, specially when I see my favorite male agent." She gives him a sly wink.

Leon tries not to blush, but he gives in anyway when he realizes the wink wasn't meant to be discreet. And she did just call him her favorite agent... his heart gives a flutter.

Y/N gives him an inquisitive look, "What exactly are you doing here Leon?"

"I'm on a field mission. Investigating some kind of bioweapon. One that isn't supposed to exist. Some of my guys got killed looking into it, but it's important, so I had to take over." He stops speaking for a second when the howling comes again, but he ignores it. "I need to know what's going on, before this thing gets completely out of control."

"Lucky for you I just so happen to be available to help." she adjusts her stance from one foot to the other.

He gives her a slight smile of gratitude, "I need to finish my sweep of the surrounding area. The animals here could cause problems."

"Alright you do that, I'll be here."

"Just don't run off and get yourself killed." He flashes that familiar smile as he turns away. "I've seen enough dead bodies for one night."

She fake being stabbed, "Oh Leon you wound me. You know me well enough by now that I can't be killed cause I'm always the one doing the killing." A smile forms her face.

Leon laughs, a sound that's half relief and half amusement. It'd be music to anyones ears. "You know, you're right. If you haven't gotten yourself killed by now, I'm sure you know how to take care of yourself if the big bad wolf shows up."

She mocks offense by putting her hand on her chest, rolling her eyes in amusement. "I'll be sure it won't huff and puff and blow my house down. Now go finish your sweep Pretty boy, I'll be here."

Leon gives her a mock salute and starts his sweep again. The night falls silent again, and as he passes houses with boarded up windows, he can't help but wonder whether those people are asleep or...gone.

He shakes away his darker thoughts and keeps walking, checking every crevice, every alley and every door he finds, hoping he won't see anything that can't be easily explained.

Y/N sits against the tree waiting rather impatiently for him to return. Messing with her knife to pass the time by, throwing it into the dirt over and over. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘶𝘯.

Leon's sweep is long, and in that time, the moon has risen. When they meet again, he's carrying more equipment that looks more like a backpack than a bag. He's also noticeably more tired. The stress of his search is slowly getting to him.

The darker eye bags somehow being more beauty to his already chiseled face. The Shadows casted by the moon making his face all the more enchanting. His hair shines like he has a halo.

He finds her against the tree again, in the same position as before, except now his light shines on her holding the knife. "Any monsters out there?" He asks, sitting against a tree next to her.

She turns her head towards him, "Nothing other than me." A teasing smile pulls at her lips. Her hair being brushed by the wind.

Leon looks at her, the moon shining off her skin. He takes a second to admire her before he realizes how obvious he's acting. She's smiling back at him, so the attraction is probably mutual. Just then the howl sounds again, and Leon jumps. "Don't do that again. Seriously." He says, half teasing and half warning.

"Scare you? Sorry Leon but thats one of my favorite pastimes." Her knees are huddled up to her chest. The smile still decorating her lips.

"Don't sneak up on me like that." He replies. "You know it's just us two right now. It's not safe out here, especially at night. If your idea of 'fun' is scaring your friends, it's gonna get you hurt one day. And I almost shot your ass."

A soft sigh leaves her lips as her head rests against the tree. Staring forward at the bushes. "If you were the one hurtin me I don't think I'd mind."

Leon stares at her until it hits him, and he laughs softly. He shakes his head at her playful attitude. Her comment has him wanting to get closer, and he lets out a sigh when he realizes that feeling isn't something he can deny. "Is that so? And why's that?" He asks.

A soft look overtakes her features as she turns her head to look at him. "Cause you're you." She basically whispers.

"Because I'm me..." he repeats, his heart beating faster as a thought dawns on him. Leon doesn't know what to say, but what he does know is he wants to do something more than sit next to her. So he closes the space between them and kisses her. For a moment, the world feels like it's stopped around them.

The soft feeling of each others lips is all they can focus on for the moments their mouths were connected.

Leon's heart is pounding from the passion of the kiss, from the intimacy of it. He pulls away slightly and looks into her eyes, breathlessly. It feels like so much more than a simple kiss, and he craves more now that he knows their attraction is real.

Their heads rest against each other's their breath becoming one as their noses touch.

"So you really did miss me huh?.." it leaves her mouth in a soft whisper.

"Of course I missed you. I'm here, aren't I?" He tries to be more playful, but he's still feeling the kiss. A touch of embarrassment comes over him, because this is the first time he's ever kissed someone like this before. With so much passion it sends his head spinning. He looks at her lips again, and it strikes him that there's no way he can refuse her, so he kisses her again.

The passion never fades as Y/N inches closer still she just decides to seat herself in his lap.

Leon lets out an unexpected groan when she sits down on his lap, and his blood rushes to his face. At the same time, his arms wrap around her, pulling her close. He's never felt anything like it before, and he doesn't know how someone so small can elicit such strong emotions.

"Sorry, is' jus' easier to kiss this way." She mumbles against his lips.

Leon smiles. "It's fine with me." He leans in again, and kisses her with even more passion. It's the best kiss he's ever had, and that realization is enough to keep him going.

Her hands slide over the expansion of his chest. Every simple touch drives him mad. But everything in him screams for this to never stop. His desire growing every second that passes.

Suddenly Y/N grips his chin between her thumb and index finger. She stops the kiss and looks down at him with a smirk. "Calm down pretty boy, we keep goin like this and you'll have a problem in your pants sweetheart."

Leon can't help but laugh at her words, partly from embarrassment. He still can't believe the woman of his dreams just called him "pretty boy." He looks back up at her, wanting her again, but he knows Y/N's right. So, he slowly pulls away, resting his forehead against hers. "Yes, ma'am. It's just hard to stay calm..."

She lets a soft hum leave her lips as she turns her face to give his cheek a soft kiss.

"Patience is key baby."

Omg tell me if this was shit. This was my first time writing in a while.

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[icallhimjoey]

SPOILERS AHEAD!

First of all I gotta apologize again for getting these responses in so late these days. My migraine attacks have been increasing in frequency and severity and length the last few weeks and it is really harshing my fanfic buzz and I am not okay about it. But I just want you to know that when I get moments where I can stand to look at a screen for more than a few minutes, I’m reading and writing out my thoughts.

And boy oh boy did I have a lot of thoughts about this one! I found myself practically copy and pasting the majority of the whole part because there was so much in it that stood out to me, so I had to finally start all over again to try to condense so I wasn’t practically just pasting the entire part into an ask 😂

Anyway, let’s do this:

You had noticed his eyes. You’d noticed lots of things about him, but his eyes? There was something about his fucking eyes and he was looking back at you now, his moving between yours, and oh my God, how long were you just going to stare directly into each other’s eyes like this?

It was nearing uncomfortable when suddenly you saw his eyes shoot down, past your lips, down your body, and then back up.

(I’m fucking HYPERVENTILATING right now)

You were undressing in your bathroom and this time Joe was in the room with you instead of just outside, sat on a chair, listening carefully to make sure you didn’t collapse.

(My immediate thought after reading this: “oh my god, if we do get dizzy from the hot water messing with our blood pressure, Joe will be there to steady us!” 😂)

But we need to address the way he was so tender in the shower. How he encouraged us to let go of all the pent up emotions we’ve been holding onto, pushing our hair out of the way, “What’s plaguing you?” and smoothing out our worry lines and caressing our hair away from our forehead, “If you’ve got to cry, you’ve got to cry.” (Are you kidding me?!??!? 🥺), the way he understood and said “We got time.”

He tried not to see. Actively tried his bestest best not to look.

You’d cried over things you didn’t know how to explain and maybe... maybe Joe should’ve left after. Or, at least, maybe Joe shouldn’t have sat down and dragged your feet onto his lap because now, one wrong move and you'd flash your full vagina for the whole room to see.

Joe could already sort of see it now anyway, but he was actively not looking and massaged a foot to keep himself busy.

Don’t look, man.

Stop.

Stop looking.

(this gave me the fucking giggles)

“What are you…?” Joe asked softly, but didn’t finish his question because he knew exactly what you were doing as you inched closer, hands finding his shoulder to hold as your knees dented the mattress either side of him. You lowered yourself onto his lap, your warmth sinking into his, and you grinned. There was plenty of fabric in between the two of you – the sheets, Joe’s towel, your dressing gown – but it was all easily removed, one simple swipe away from connecting skin to skin.

“Hi,” Joe softly whispered as you leant closer, and he seemed unsure on if he should sit up a little or not, his hands unsure of if he should touch you a little or not.

Was sort of endearing.

Man had taken a whole shower with you and now didn't know if it was all right to touch you.

So, you helped. Took hold of his hands and guided them to your waist, more towards your back, and when you leant down enough for Joe to tip his chin up and kiss you, his arms did exactly what you wanted them to do as they tightly wrapped around you.

Yes.

Exactly.

This was exactly right.

You’d cried, you’d slept, you’d gotten your hair washed and you’d gotten your feet rubbed and now, you wanted to kiss the boy.

And kiss the boy you did.

Well. You kissed him for maybe three seconds. After that, the boy was kissing you.

You’d never had sex quite like it. Quite so slow. Quite so loving and so tender, and you know you couldn't stop thinking about his eyes, but maybe Joe had to stop making so much eye-contact if he didn't want you thinking of them all the time, you know?

The way he helped us in so many ways, being so completely understanding and empathetic and patient, the “agonizingly slow sex,” letting us dress him, merging our tables together, keeping us hydrated, carrying us while wading in the water, holding our wrist in the night, admiring us in his jacket, just being so gentle and sweet and calming to our nervous system.

And then how soft he was with that “goodbye” in the taxi, the way he was already watching us when we looked up from our phone at the baggage claim, and how he smiled back at us so bashfully and bit his lip as he looked down at his feet, THE WAY HE CLEARED HIS THROAT AND SHOOK HIS HEAD AT US AND THEN TOOK OUR SUITCASE WITH A SHIT EATING GRIN (I fucking could not handle this, squealed and smiled from ear to ear as I read this)

and then finally…

Just now was the time for Joe to help himself. And so he did. Joe helped himself when he signaled for you to leave your suitcase be. Helped himself when he smirked across the carousel and turned on his heel, your suitcase rolling behind him. Helped himself when he got into a taxi and waited until it got onto the road before he texted,

“Your suitcase”

Referring back to the first words you'd said to him on that weird day at the airport.

You received the message just as you stepped out of the airport yourself and couldn’t help the way you wanted to squeeze Joe’s face in both your hands, really dig your non-existent finger nails into his cheeks because he was being such an idiot. You didn't know if you wanted to scold him or tell him you loved him for the cheesiest fucking thing you'd ever see someone do.

You knew the perfect reply though.

Joe eagerly awaited your message, was hoping he was going to get what he wanted and, yes, fuck fucking yes, his grin stretched from ear to ear when he did.

“Your jacket”

This is truly the best ending I could ever imagine for this story. It is PERFECTION. It’s so cute and clever and cheeky and I fucking LOVE it. The whole story is just so chef’s kiss.

Just bravo 👏👏👏

YOU

thank you :)))

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[lizziesfirstwife]

My name

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: One time he finally wasn't shy.

Warnings: fluff, suggestive tones if you squint, Steve just falling in love at first sight

•♡•

"It's Heidi, right?"

Dustin grinned as Steve aimed for his arm, not without letting out a small yelp when he hit it with more force than he expected.

"It's not Heidi dude, I haven't mentioned her since-" "Since you've been brutally dumped by her sweet, sweet bum", Robin interrupted him, who had just returned from the storeroom with a box loaded with newcomers.

With a groan, she picked up the box from the cart, and placed it on the counter in front of Steve's face.

"You could deny all day that it's not Heidi, Felicia, Brittany or someone else that causes you to pull such a face, or you can now put these films away for me, and catch a glimpse at that fine lady over there in aisle 3."

Dustin just shook his head, as Robin clearly gave his best friend too much credit, only to receive a smack on his other shoulder from Max.

"Like it didn't take you 4 months to even tell Suzie you love her", the redhead audibly coughed.

"Hey, now don't bring Suzie into-"

The curly head was interrupted by a quiet cough, one that he wouldn't have noticed if Max hadn't stepped on his foot with one of her new sandals to shut him up.

His gaze landed on a girl, who couldn't have been a day over 20, hence the edition of Grease in her hands.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything here, but I can't find the issue of Sixteen Candles, and I have plans for tonight", the girl stated quietly, clearly uncomfortable with 4 pairs of eyes staring at her.

Steve couldn't help but stare at the girl in front of them, the words with which he wanted to reject Robin's idea long forgotten. The way she nervously clicked her heels against the floor reminded him of his mom, though, which brought him back to reality.

"Uh, I'm pretty sure it's been rented 5 hours ago, but-" "No, my dear friend, I'm pretty sure it's still next to Footloose over in aisle 3", Robin had shamelessly interrupted him, as everyone seemed to like to do these days.

Steve almost missed the look his co-worker was shooting at him, a look of which he knew if he ignored it, would bring him dire consequences.

Max squinted her eyes before widening them, finally taking her foot off of Dustin's, to lean against the counter and nod. "Yeah, could swear I saw it when I searched for uhh.. Star Wars. Yeah."

The girl pressed her lips together, seemingly unsure what to say. "If it's still there, I would be more than happy to rent it." Steve's gaze broke away from Robin at the sound of her voice.

It took a nudge in the arm from Robin, to get him to step out from behind the cash register and nod his shoulder in the direction of the big 'Romance' sign dangling over aisle 3.

Without hesitation the young woman followed him, much to Steve's relief as he no longer had to ignore the suggestive looks of his 3 friends.

~

"So, you like high school movies?", he asked from where he knelt at the bottom row of the shelf, though it rather came out a murmur.

"Nah, glad I'm out of it, but with a sister in her teenage years, you dont really have a say in what you like and what you don't", the girl answered while examining a VHS of Blue Lagoon.

"Ohhh I wouldn't watch that with a teenager, trust me", his voice chimed from the floor.

The girl knitted her eyebrows, and defensively put the cassette to her chest. "Aren't you supposed to find the best romance movies of the the decade?", she inquired, not without making sure that the sarcasm was evident in her voice.

"Just saying. When the movie came out, I was still a teenager myself, and young as I was, I went to the cinema to watch it with my babysitter Mrs.Gibson. Grumpy old lady, even more after angrily pulling me out of the cinema in the middle of the movie. Well, my parents didn't care about her infuriated speech, or me watching movies with nude scenes... But from today's perspective I could definitely have lived without it."

He looked up when he didn't get an answer, quickly looking away again when he realized that she had been looking at him the whole time.

"So, sister huh? No boyfriend you would rather spend your Friday evening with?", he casually approached. At least he tried.

The girl shook her head, not realizing that he was rather focused on the row than on her.

"Better to focus on school before getting involved in anything serious. Now I'm freshly out, and the only dates I have are with my sister on Friday nights because she makes me watch romance movies with her. Dad won't let her, so I have to get them in the whole James Bond way."

Steve bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from grinning, which gladly got unnoticed by the girl.

"Ah, there it is!", he exclaimed, letting out a breath along with it he didn't know he was holding.

He expertly fished the cassette out of the shelf, handing it into her grateful hands.

"At least I now don't have to worry about being complained at. Thank you", her eyes went down to his tag and then up to his eyes again, "Steve."

Now he couldn't help the smile that creeped on his face.

"Ah, it's my job you know", he said modestly whilst shyly scratching his neck.

"Y/N."

"What?"

"My name."

Steve's eyes widened, internally smacking himself across the face for the now intimidated look on her face.

"Oh, didn't mean to come across as rude, it really suits you. Y/N, has a nice ring to it."

Trying to hide the blush on her cheeks, she rubbed a hand over her face in a mock weary manner, not very successful when she saw his smile widening even more.

Steve cleared his throat, suddenly very aware of the fact that his friends have probably heard the whole conversation.

"If you don't mind", he started, "I would be more than willing to watch a movie with you, and it totally doesn't have to be romance! You're probably sick of it by now."

Great Steve, and now she's probably sick of you too.

"Yeah, why not?"

Gre- Wait what?

Steve didn't see a hint of sarcasm in her eyes, which gave him immense relief.

She just gifted him one of her signature warm smiles.

"Why not? As far as I know, I'm free from any movies tomorrow, so if I come by, you'll know why."

With that she made her way to the cash register, startling the 3 people that were almost piled upon each other to get a good view of aisle 3 from the counter.

And even after 5 minutes Steve was still speechless at the same spot, earning weird glances from a couple that just entered the aisle.

But if it wasn't worth it.

•♡•

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[mrs-johansson]

Chapter 5: Avengers: Age of Ultron - Two Ghosts

Part 4:

Then there was a screeching noise, like microphone feedback, causing everyone to cover their ears. We let our hands down as it faded, and Dad pulled out his control device. A heavily damaged Iron Legion suit stumbled into the room.

“Worthy... No, how could you be worthy? You're all killers,” the suit spoke. It was a very different voice than what they usually have. “Stark,” Steve said with a tense voice. “Jarvis.”

“I'm sorry, I was asleep. Or... I was a-dream?”

“Reboot, Legionnaire OS, we got a buggy suit,” Dad murmured while talking on the controller.

“There was a terrible noise... and I was tangled in... in... strings. I had to kill the other guy. He was a good guy,” he talked like he had thoughts.

“You killed someone?” Asked Steve.

“Wouldn't have been my first call. But, down in the real world, we're faced with ugly choices.”

“Who sent you?” Thor stepped forward.

“I see a suit of armor around the world.” My dad’s voice came out of the robot. “Ultron!” Banner looked so swiftly at Dad that I’m sure it was something that came out of their lab.

“In the flesh. Or, no, not yet. Not this... chrysalis. But I'm ready. I'm on a mission,” the suit corrected himself. I swear he has a whole personality.

“What mission?” Natasha asked.

“Peace in our time.”

The next second the walls exploded, and several Iron Legion bots barged into the room.

Steve pushed me back on the couch before kicking up the coffee table but a bot flew right at the table, pushing him over the fence.

“You man and your goddamn toys,” I got up and quickly flew after one of the bots, and as it saw me, it started to fly towards me. With one move I ripped him in parts as the bright orange glow took the robot apart.

I turned around and saw one of them shoot at Natasha and Banner and I sighed. “I am a nice person. I take care of my teammates,” I mumbled to myself before I flew over and took him over the fence. Punching it a couple of times I ripped down its head. It fell to the ground and I let out a big breath since I felt my side hurt like a bitch. Touching the aching part I immediately saw the redness on my palm.

Looked up and saw Natasha watching my movements with a shocked face. “You did not just shoot me?” I tilted my head and she quickly looked into my eyes. “I didn’t see you coming…” She was by my side in a blink of an eye, looking at the wound closely. “Take it out,” I said, not even looking at her. “What?” Her eyes shot up and with a frown, she waited for the joke part. “Take the bullet out, Romanoff. You put it there, you take it out,” I pressed and she sighed. “It’s gonna hurt,” she said. “No shit.”

“Hold onto this,” Natasha handed me the head of the robot. I rolled my eyes and grabbed it. “Don’t pull your fucking attitude on me,” she grumbled, pushing my arm higher. “Then stop rubbing your fucking relationship in my face,” I spit back but the next moment her fingers were deep in my rib cage, hunting for the bullet. “Oh fuck,” I said out loud, more like screamed, and with no intention I destroyed the robot piece in my hand even more.

“Then stop sleeping with all the men from the fucking ‘40s.”

***

“All our work is gone. Ultron cleared out, used the internet as an escape hatch,” said Bruce as he was looking through the computer. “He's been in everything. Files, surveillance. Probably knows more about us than we know about each other,” Natasha interfered. “He's in our files, he's in the internet. What if he decides to access something a little more exciting?” I asked. “Nuclear codes,” said Maria as she was cleaning the wounds on her foot. “Nuclear codes. Look, we need to make some calls, assuming we still can,” Rhodey jumped in. “Nukes? He said he wanted us dead,” Natasha wondered. “He didn't say dead. He said extinct,” Steve was quick to correct her. “He also said he killed somebody,” Clint reminded us. I couldn’t find out who that could be. “But there wasn't anyone else in the building.” “Yes there was,” Dad stepped up and brought up the now-destroyed 3D image of JARVIS' consciousness.

“JARVIS was the first line of defense. He would've shut Ultron down, it makes sense,” I said as I walked closer to the hologram. It was in pieces. “No, Ultron could've assimilated Jarvis. This isn't strategy, this is...rage,” I rolled my eyes at Banner’s words. The next second Thor barged through the door and took hold of my dad by his neck.

“Come on. Use your words, buddy,” Dad murmured. “I have more than enough words to describe you, Stark,” Thor spoke straight in his face. “Thor! The Legionnaire.” I said firmly and Thor dropped the man. “Trail went cold about a hundred miles out but it's headed north, and it has the scepter. Now we have to retrieve it, again,” he explained.

“The genie's out of that bottle. Clear and present is Ultron.”

***

Sitting on the table while Cho cleared my wound all I could think about was how Ultron became so powerful so quickly. I know my dad is trying to protect the world but creating these is the opposite of saving the world. And it won’t be long till someone from the outside thinks that the Avengers are not a shelter or a powerful force against evil, but something that makes it more difficult.

“Dr. Cho, could I speak with my daughter for a minute please?” Heard his voice from the other side of the medical bay. “Sure, I was finished anyways,” she put one more tape over the gaze and left the room.

I pulled my shirt over the wound and got off the table. “Speak,” I said. I had no desire to hear his words about how everyone overreacted to the situation and that he thinks he was right. “So you’re clearly not on my side,” he leaned against one of the beds. “Great job reading the room,” I turned towards him, crossing my arms. “You can’t do this,” I said and he looked confused. “Do what?” “Acting like you can save the world. This happened because you can’t control your god complex. The world was made to be bad and good but people are the reason it’s good AND bad. The Avengers were formed to protect humanity, not destroy them. I know that you just want to keep everyone safe, I get that. But doing something like you and Banner did with Ultron is a huge blow for what we’ve been doing so far. So next time, please think about the worst possible outcome of what you do in that lab, okay?”

I made my way toward my room, not even wanting to hear his answer. I took a long shower and changed into a more fight-ready outfit, just some simple and old SHIELD uniform that we used for mission practice.

On my way trying to find Steve and Maria, I saw Natasha hanging out in the kitchen area, cleaning a cut on her forearm.

Should I help? I mean she pulled a bullet out of my body so… But then also kind of slut shamed me. Yeah, that’s the Natasha I’ve never really got the chance to experience. “You need help?” I asked with a confident voice, making sure she wouldn’t catch on to my anxiety. “I’m fine,” she said without even looking at me. “Yeah, I can see that,” I looked down at her hand, trying to sew up the cut.

I walked further into the kitchen and grabbed an emergency medical kit from under the sink. We have these stacked everywhere around the tower.

Put the bag next to her and she leaned back with a sigh. Dropped the needle and stayed put. “You need local anesthetic?” I asked, grabbing everything that I would need to sew up the wound. “No.” I cleaned off her arm and washed my own hands just to be sterile. Sewing up her arm was something I haven’t done in a really long time. Yeah, I’ve helped Steve and Clint a couple of times lately but not her. It’s been a while since we had a human interaction other than hating on each other.

“Did you know about what they were doing?” She asked and I glanced up at her. “No. I don’t really have time to look out for my grown-ass father too, alongside a child.” “Is Katarina okay? Have you spoken to her?” She rambled. “It’s 4 in the morning Natalia… She’s with Laura anyway,” I said, finishing half of the wound already. “Right,” she cleared her throat and we both fell silent.

I finished up the stitches and put some gaze around it and secured it with medical tape. “You’re all done,” I said, putting away what I didn’t use for the stitch-up. “Thanks.” Her voice was quiet and sore. Natasha stood there for a couple more seconds before storming off. “Wow, nice talk.”

***

We all gathered around a computer, looking for answers. Then Steve walked in with a laptop. “What's this?” I asked. “A message. Ultron killed Strucker,” he said and I was quick to take the tablet out of Thor’s hands.

He was just lying there, one bullet to the heart, one of the easiest ways Ultron could’ve killed him. Peace was painted on the wall with what I assume was his blood. I wanted to end him, to make him suffer and feel every bit of dying. He’s gone now but damn what a waste to do it this way.

I handed the device to Dad and I could feel Natasha was looking at me, but I ignored it completely.

“This is a smokescreen. Why send a message when you've just given a speech?” She questioned. “Strucker knew something that Ultron wanted us to miss,” I said, moving away from the table. “Yeah, I bet he…” she started as she looked through the computer. “Yep. Everything we had on Strucker has been erased,” she said. “Not everything,” I stepped in.

We brought in old paper files and started to look. “Known associates. Well, Strucker had a lot of friends,” said Steve. “Well, these people are all horrible,” Banner spoke up. “No shit,” I murmured and Steve nudged me with his elbow.

“Wait. I know that guy,” Dad chimed in. Banner passed him the photo he was looking at. “From back in the day. He operates off the African coast, black market arms,” Steve gave my dad an accusing look and he was quick to elaborate. “There are conventions, alright? You meet people, I didn't sell him anything.”

“What’s this?” Thor pointed at the man’s neck. “Uh, it's a tattoo. I don't think he had it…” “No, those are tattoos, this is a brand,” I said as I took a closer look at the pictures. “Oh, yeah. It's a word in an African dialect meaning thief, in a much less friendly way,” Banner read from the computer. “What dialect?” I asked, looking his way. “Wakanada?” “Wakanda. I know that place isn’t that-“ I looked back at Steve and my dad. We shared a look and Dad took a sharp breath in. “If this guy got out of Wakanda with some of their trade goods…” He said. “I thought your father said he got the last of it?” Steve questioned. “I don't follow. What comes out of Wakanda?” Asked Banner. “The strongest metal on earth,” I nodded towards Steve’s shield.

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[ghostrot12343]

A self-indulgent ramble about my playthrough of Scarlet Hollow

I'm mostly writting this as an attempt to get these thoughts out of my head. Spoliers below.

So, I decided to try playing basically myself but more well read (Book Smart) and with the ability to talk to animals. Yes, my first D&D PC was a druid, how did you know? I did as much as I could to ignore bus guy, and I don't like peanuts, so on the bus they remained.

Upon meeting Tabitha, I did break my rule of offering a hug to someone lest they reject it, and reject it she did. So that stung. And in the car, Tabitha's statement about "emotional maturity" did nothing to convince me of anything but her own trauma.

After getting settled in, it was nice to meet Dustin and give him some nesting materials. And as I mentioned, I don't like peanuts, so there's nothing to eat in the house, and I didn't want to break Tabitha's trust immediately, so while I wanted to explore the house, I decided to leave that for later in the week and left the house.

Gretchen is delight and a fantastic friend. Frou-frou is fine, I can respect her need for space, but I'm definitely a dog over cat person. Having a gluten allergy, the diner is a reminder of how unaccommodating places outside NZ were of that, but I've not eaten all day and I'd suffer the headaches for at least something to eat that doesn't contain peanuts.

Meeting Duke with Stella, I told him not to shoot the mountain lions, and uh, well, I had accidentally skipped why he was asking for the flashlight and decided to go save Gretchen who I knew would be killed by the ditchlings like all the other animals we'd seen (also, it was weird that the game tried to suggest the deer's obvious statment on its affliction and warning was a threat?), and as the achievement states, Duke had poor trigger discipline.

Meet Kaneeka & Sybil, but I'm 90% sure I also went back to the estate that night.

The fact that we saw supernatural beings and a man died means I am immediately unconcerned about hiding my ability, there are weirder, more off-putting things going on. One thing I regret about the library was not reading what the game had to say about Tommyknockers.

Of course I immediately go see my cousin when we get to the mine, but I don't wait after I call her about Rosaline because time is of the essence - ditchlings exist, a man died, and this shaft had a collapse that already killed children.

I'm glad no one died, sucks Rosaline lost a foot though.

Checking in on Dustin & his mom is definitely a highlight of the mornings. And I was so worried about Bo dying if I gave him his father's location, but it felt more wrong to keep it from him when the police were so FUCKING USELESS, so it was a relief when I saw him in the later episode.

Cousin Bonding Time is the best, I didn't even know there was romance in this game until hanging out with Reese, but I still would choose CB... cousin bonding time over a date, sorry Stella. And fuck that Piece-of-Shit-Karen Nancy for ruining her morning.

While I thought the pastor left an okay impression and I have no clue why other people found him so sketchy, I also didn't tell him about my conversation with the mayor because I just don't know him.

I definitely clicked that the doc was poisoning Reese even before the game gave me the ability to voice that suspicion. Also, I am still very curious as to why she seemed to immediately detest my presence.

I asked for permission to invite Tabitha and then ignore Kaneeka's objection because asking was a formality. While I didn't object to Tabitha's belief of Oscar's parenting in the car, something that I sort of regretted, and simply further questioned during our morning hangout, I was disappointed that he failed the test of letting Rosaline take part. Like, sure, her being there meant that she knew for sure that her dad wasn't making stuff up, but she also literally lost her foot YESTERDAY, what the fuck Oscar, she shouldn't be in a high stress environment. So, while I don't fully agree with Tabitha about Oscar specifically (she's right about some people shouldn't have kids, *cough* the Scarlets *cough*), he definitely needed to have picked up a parenting book about setting stronger boundries, preferrably a week ago before all this shit happened. But I digress.

Very glad that I was able to win my day in ghost court.

Strike: Told Tabitha people thought she was a hero because of e2 and to not fire Davis, that she should meet with them and after asking what it is they wanted that she should probably give it to them, whilst also being understanding of the financial difficulties of the mine itself. Didn't tell the strikers about Rodriguez because honestly, I don't know what they'd do to him and I don't want another man's death on my conscience and this is less personal than with Bo. Also didn't talk to the strikers in the diner as I didn't want to get attack and/or weaken their efforts.

I did get to go everywhere, the pastor revelation was interesting, but I misread the "this doesn't mean we're friends" and wish it hadn't been so cold, even if yeah, friendship in this game requires immense trauma and life-threatening situations, so you know, maybe Daniel shouldn't want to be my friend.

I regret drinking Sybil's tea, I don't like tea but I thought maybe her insights would be useful... which they weren't. "Oh no, your cousin is going to betray you", I don't trust that idea as far as I can throw it and since I don't have powerful build, that's not very far anyways. At least, according to the decision tree I'm using as reference, I saw more of the Enoch/Teddy interaction.

I do feel sorry for Reese, but no way was I going to let him murder Dr Kelly. That's just more trauma to endure, and also, he does literally turn into a powerful monster when emotionally distressed, so wanting to prevent that from happening is a reasonable desire even if her approach could 100% be better. Also, Sybil was not slick, I already knew she was giving the Doc the castor beans, fucking with my head was as much a confirmation of that belief as hearing it normally. Also, Dr Kelly talking about Reese's dad was really humanising, definitely made me want to chat with her more. Hopefully the game allows you to convince the pair to go about cognitive behavioural therapy / anger management without the need for pills.

Sad that I missed out more Tabitha bonding by not calling her, but I also didn't want to put her in harms unnessecarily (the mines were specifically her business, and the ghost hunting was a group thing anyway). Hope I get a chance to help her and Stella reconnect without having to try and recreate this playthrough up to that point.

And the main reason I wanted to write this:

Based on the death certificate and the vision, Enoch lied about Teddy's cause of death, and with Charlie Jr's death being connected to the sigil and Edwardine's sadness in the moment all leads me to believe that there may come a moment when Tabitha, or maybe the MC, will be tempted to sacrifce the other to secure the future of Scarlet Hollow, and I need to be able to beg Tabitha not to make a blood sacrifice of my character before it gets to that point. And like, I know that feeds into the Sybil tea thing, but that also suggests premeditation which I don't think is the case. I just don't want my character to be made into a literal blood sacrifice on the alter of capitalism when I'm already a figurative one irl.

#scarlet hollow