#*sigh* my sense of humor is trash

[libbyfandom]

Drunk Modern!Mizu with a Breeding Kink

(((Yup. I don't know what to title this short fic other than that. I let the demons win.)))

(((This turned out to have a bit of spice, a bit of fluff, a bit of my sense of humor. I will say it doesn't get smutty smutty but Mizu sure has a mouth on her. And she's determined.)))

You’re shooing Taigen and Akemi out of your apartment with a tipsy giggle at 2 am. Akemi turns and squeezes you in a warm hug. “Good night, doll! See you later!”

Taigen flashes you a peace sign before Akemi leads him, swaying and all, toward their Uber to take them away.

You watch them climb inside the car before closing the door and locking up for the night. You head into the kitchen, picking up the last of the beer bottles and tossing them in the trash.

You head into the living room where you last left Mizu, only to find her sprawled out on the floor with an arm thrown across her eyes. There’s a pink flush across the middle of her face.

“Too much whiskey, sweetheart?” you chuckle as you approach her.

“Fucking Taigen,” she mumbled, trying to angrily growl but it just sounds slurred and tired. “Fucking…drinking contest.”

You crawl over her, sitting on her hips. You do have to move carefully though, you’re just a wee bit unsteady from the amount of alcohol in your own system. “You could’ve just said no,” you hum.

Mizu remains silent. She’s probably telling herself she won’t grace your soft snark with an answer, but it’s actually cause she really doesn’t have a comeback for that.

Her arm lifts slightly higher, and she squints down at you. Her eyes drift to where you’re sitting atop her hips. Her legs shift under you.

She’s… really staring intensely at how you’re sitting on her.

You start to lift yourself up on your knees. “You good? Does it hurt?”

Mizu frowns as your weight leaves her. “No,” she says, and grabs your hips to pull you back down. “...It’s nothing.”

But you know that look. She gets it every time Taigen got under her skin about something.

“Nothing? Like a “just thinking” nothing or a “Taigen pissed in your metaphorical thinking cereal” nothing?”

Mizu’s nose scrunches up in disgust. “What?”

You press your hands to Mizu’s chest, bouncing a little for emphasis. “What. Did. He. Saaaaay?”

Your tone and actions were meant to be lighthearted, but something flashes in Mizu’s eyes when you bounce yourself on her hips. Her eyes flash back down to where you’re sitting. Her hands instinctively grab your hips to still your movement. The pink flush across her cheeks and nose seem to darken. “Fuck,” slips out from between her lips. She shakes her head. “S’ just being stupid and gross.”

You noted that little change in her voice. “Like what?”

Her thumbs run over the jut of your hips. “Some girl he hooked up with. Talking about how she had an IUD and let him cum inside.”

You sigh, “Jesus Christ, of course.”

“He’s gross.”

She keeps shifting her hips under you. “Are you sure you don’t need me to get up-?” You start lifting yourself again.

“Stop moving,” she says, and the flush on her cheeks doesn’t die down. She tries to look annoyed, but you can tell the minuscule differences in her expressions. That’s a pout more than a scowl.

You laugh breathlessly. “What’s got you so worked up?” You tap her totally not pouting lip.

She grunts, grumbling a little as her hands massage where they’re gripping your hips.

“Don’t be all huffy with me. Tell me,” you coax with a grin, your own tipsy flush complimenting your wide smile.

She rolls her head back against the carpet and is silent for a minute.

The amount of whiskey currently killing her liver is the only reason her inhibitions are loose enough to say it.

She mumbles something.

“Mizu-“

“I wanna do that.”

Your eyebrows raise into your hairline, lips parting with surprise. You need to clarify just in case you're misunderstanding. “You want to-?”

“I want to cum inside you.”

The raspiness of her voice is even grittier from the whiskey.

Holy shit.

Her irises are darker than normal, the bright blue having more the tint of stormy waters.

And whether it’s the liquid courage or Mizu’s determination to barrel through things to push through her fears, she keeps going.

Her hands are heavy as the slide up your sides. “I want to have something that I can slip inside you-“

Your heart is pounding harder in your chest from her words, her actions, the heat of her frustrated gaze. “You have several strap ons-“ you joke, but your voice is weak and airy.

“I want to feel you from the inside.” She makes a frustrated grunt, “I don’t want plastic. I want to feel you wrapped around something other than my fingers. I want to stretch you out-“

Her palms dig into your stomach. Her blue eyes flick up and meet yours, and you almost fall back away from her with how much unfiltered desire is in them. Her own breath is shallow, you can see how silently but rapidly her chest is rising and falling.

“I want there to be risk that I forget to pull out.”

Holy shIT-

“Mizu-MIZU-!”

Her hips bucked, throwing you higher up her waist with her strength. Your hands fly out to catch yourself, and your fingers hit her shoulders as she’s suddenly sitting up, face inches from yours. She’s supporting your weight in this position, hands and feet flat on the floor as you’re the unsteady one in so many ways. She looks irritated, like when she can’t bend something to her will no matter how much work she pours into it. But she also looks slightly mournful. Genuinely upset.

And very, VERY drunk.

She looks up at you with furrowed eyebrows. “I wanna see it dripping out.”

You gasp loudly as her teeth snap into your neck. It’s not a love bite, it’s possessive. It’s stinging.

But Mizu, being the complex and non one-note person she is, does let go and licks at the reddened skin in apology. “I want to leave myself behind. Inside you.” She nuzzles her nose below your ear, huffing.

Your brain is just on lag, taking several moments to catch up with each of her revealed desires. “And…” you swallow the saliva pooling in your mouth. “And if you got me knocked up on accident?”

Her arms squeeze tightly around you, burying her face in your shoulder. She’s silent for a heart pounding moment, you can actually FEEL her heart pounding with yours.

Her lips drag along the skin behind your ear. Her voice is low, dark. “Wouldn’t be an accident.”

Someone needs to take whiskey away from this woman. Or give it to her more. You’ll decide if you survive this encounter.

“Mizu-“ you don’t even know how to finish that sentence. You’re just… you don’t even know. You think you hear a faint ringing in your ears.

Her left hand dig into your side, gripping the fabric of your shirt. “Would you keep it?” she asks so softly.

“I-“ your brain is still on that fucking LAG.

Her breathing is slow, shuddering against your ear. “I wouldn’t make you, if you didn’t want to-“ she sounds so pained to say it your heart squeezes. You actually forget for a moment that that’s never gonna be an issue for you two.

Her grip on your shirt relaxes, before curling the fabric between her fingers tighter, clinging to you. “I’d just… beg for you to think about it,” she makes a wounded sound.

You swallow again, throat clicking. You’re becoming aware of a heat low in your abdomen growing warmer and warmer.

She holds you tighter against her, and her hips start rhythmically rolling up against yours like she’s mimicking how far she’d push inside to get what she wants. She’d work so hard for it, putting in all her time and energy and her unwavering determination-

“It’s selfish,” she’s murmuring against your skin, warm lips having traveling down to your neck. “But I’m selfish. I want it. I want it so much. I want to know there’s a little us-“ one hand goes between your bodies, fingertips pressed up under your naval like she’s obsessed. Her voice is strained. “I want to know it’s inside you. They’re inside you. I want to know they’re safe and warm. You’d keep them so warm. You’re always warm-“

You have never, in your life, ever heard Mizu babbling like this.

SHE’S STILL ROLLING HER HIPS UNDER YOU.

You finally grab her face with both hands in a rare moment of clarity to still her, forcing her head up to look at you in this haze of body heat radiating from her, from you, radiating everywhere between your bodies.

“Baby.”

Her head lolls back, looking up at you and oh my god. She is just gone. Her red cheek flush has spread to her whole face. Her lips are wet and parted, breath now audibly heavy. Her eyes, her eyes, her gorgeous blue eyes are now a storm. A dark, hot storm.

“Let me put a baby in you, dove,” her voice is strangled, slurred worse than you’ve ever heard as her half lidded eyes gaze at you.

Jesus, she’s bringing out the rare pet nickname she’s so desperate.

And just when you think Mizu is done shocking your system with this new side of her, her expression crumbles into the saddest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Please?”

She’s pleading.

What the fuck was in her whiskey?!

“I’ll-I’ll take care of the two of you. Keep you safe. Just let me- just let me-“ she lifts her hips up under you again, as if trying to tempt you into it. She hiccups. “Just spread your legs and I’ll do all the work.”

With strength she should not have while she’s absolutely smashed, she lunges forward, shoving you to the carpet with your legs spread around her waist. Her hot breath fans over your face, tinted with whiskey. She wets her lips. “Have my baby. Say yes.” Her hips press down into yours again. She whispers your name.

You’re tempted to say yes, despite still being sober enough to remember the logistics of this. She makes a very persuasive case. And it’s not just cause she’s grinding into you like she’s warming up to do it.

"Say yes..."

Click!

You both slowly look up (you more tilting your head back) as the front door opens and Mizu’s roommate Ringo comes in. He freezes in the doorway, seeing Mizu crouched over you in a very interesting position with your legs still spread by her thighs.

She scowls at him. “You said you weren’t coming back tonight!” She sways over you.

Ringo blinks. “Mom has Bingo in the morning,” he says innocently. “… did something happen?”

“She’s pregnant,” Mizu hiccups, before passing out atop you without warning, shoving a strangled noise out of your chest as you yell for Ringo’s help.

“Oh? Congratulations!”

“….Wait…?”

“RINGO HELP!”

In the morning, Mizu drags herself into the living room looking like she was just brought back from the dead, face drained of color and eyes squinting at the light behind her tinted glasses.

“Hi baby,” you greet her softly, cautiously as you watch her head to the kitchen, aiming for the coffee pot.

“Hi,” she groans. “I’m never fucking doing a drinking contest with that bastard again.”

You nod, “That sounds good."

You pause, "Do you remember anything from last night?”

She shrugs as she passes you. “Barely.” She disappears into the kitchen.

“Oh,” you turn toward her retreating back, propping your chin in your hand as you lean against the back of the couch. You wait until she’s out of sight to oh so innocent call out “I wanted to ask about how you were begging to impregnate me.”

Several loud crashes in the kitchen.

#mizu x reader #blue eye samurai x reader #mizu #blueeyesamurai #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu smut

[eddiemunsonw]

Buzzing Adventures

Eddie x fem!reader

Summary: Your favorite vibrator breaks down in the middle of a pretty neat feel-good session, downright ruining your mood. Luckily, Eddie knows a thing or two about satisfying you as well.

CW/Disclaimer: Ah yes, smut. Vibrators, a very determined Eddie. Established relationship. Humor and fluff.

Author's note: There may or may not be a part 2 to this at some point. Also the header makes little sense, I just wanted to show the skilled pleasure set that is Eddie's mouth and hands in one image.

Words: 5618

As your mind drifted off into your deepest desires, you turned up the vibration. Soft moans escaped your lips as you chased your high, both your hands working hard to get there with the help of your vibrator. Your hips bucked up against it when it didn’t seem to hit the right spot the way it usually would and you slowly realized that the battery was dying.

“Fuck… Not now!” You groaned, tossing it aside to finish it off with your hands instead. It was disappointing. Your hands could do the trick just fine but sometimes you just wanted that extra edge your vibrator could give you. You contemplated going for it again after replacing the batteries but soon came to realize that the batteries had never been the problem. It simply broke. Just your luck. Sulking, you tossed the vibrator in the trash after taking the perfectly fine batteries out again and sighed. You hated buying vibrators. Not because it was embarrassing, but because you never knew which one to pick. The options were endless nowadays. You decided to leave it for now and started on making dinner for you and your boyfriend.

Eddie worked part time at the garage around the corner which usually meant he’d come home greasy and dirty in the worst and best kind of way. Very fuckable, but none of the furniture was quite Eddie-proof when it came to how dirty his work clothes were. After causing a permanent stain on the couch on a particularly heated late afternoon, you had both decided it was best if he just took it all off immediately and only touched anything after getting out of the shower.

It was always easy to hear when Eddie came home. Keys clanging on the trinket that you had made specifically for your keys, shoes being chucked off and his footsteps echoing all the way towards you.

“Hey baby,” he greeted you softly with a kiss on your cheek, making sure he was leaning away far enough. “I’ll be in the shower. Looks delicious.”

“It’s your favorite actually,” you called after him. Eddie let out a happy noise as he rushed upstairs and you smiled to yourself. You weren’t making anything special. Just some pasta recipe that you had tweaked and added things to until one day Eddie had moaned at the first bite and you knew you had done something right.

You were about to serve dinner when you heard his footsteps come back downstairs again and soon enough his arms were wrapped around your waist and your neck was showered in little, noisy kisses.

“Missed you.”

“Missed you too.”

Eddie got a drink for the both of you and sat down with a frown. You figured he was just lost in thought about something and focused on filling both your plates, until he spoke up.

“Why is there a vibrator in the bin?”

You groaned and threw your head back in agony.

“It just stopped working all of a sudden, I hate it. I don’t want to deal with buying a new one,” you sighed and sat down as well. As you took a sip of your drink, Eddie gave you a look as if you had just told him something awful. Worse than a sex toy that just yeed its last haw.

“So… did you finish?”

“Hm? No. I was out of it after that. Just gave up.”

Eddie nodded as if he made a deep, thoughtful, very important decision.

“I’ll do it.”

You frowned.

“Do what?”

“I’ll take over. It’s my time to shine baby,” he told you with a grin as he lifted his arms above his head and cracked his fingers. “I’ve been waiting for this day my whole life.”

“It was your dream job to be a vibrator?”

“What? No! This is my chance to prove that I’m better than a vibrator.”

You smiled at him affectionately and leaned over to cup his jaw.

“Oh, Eddie. Baby. You’ll always be better than a vibrator, don’t be silly. It’s just… the functions are nice, you know? Fast, intense, that kinda stuff.”

“I can be fast and intense,” Eddie muttered.

“I’m sure you can babe.” A quirked eyebrow raised on his end. “I know you can.”

“So? Let me prove it to you that I can cover for its absence until…” he sighed, pausing for dramatic effect, “you buy another… or whatever.”

A laugh left your lips and you shrugged, playing it off casually despite the very vivid images playing in front of your eyes. You knew very well what Eddie could do to you with his set of very skilled fingers and tongue. The thought made you push your thighs together.

“You wanna prove that now? ‘Cause I’m still...”

“Still what?” Eddie smirked at you, leaning forward with a smug smile. “Horny?”

Despite the heat that welled up on your cheeks, you decided to tease him right back.

“Yeah. I was actually in the middle of imagining riding your co—”

Eddie’s hand flew up to cover your mouth and a groan escaped his lips. He narrowed his eyes at you while his hand went under the table to adjust himself in his sweats and shook his head.

“You can’t just say shit like that, sweetheart. Jesus Christ.”

Now it was your turn to smile smugly.

“Little horndog.”

“M’ not little, y’know.”

“Oh I know,” you teased some more, biting your lip as you knew that would drive him mad. Eddie grabbed your face with both hands and gave you a loud kiss on your lips.

“Menace. Is it because you’re in need?”

“It just might be,” you mused. Eddie nodded and got up from his chair, his arousal already evident in his pants.

“Alright. I’ll clean up here, you head upstairs. I’ll be with you soon.”

You shook your head and got up as well, taking both your plates towards the sink.

“Not yet baby, we literally just ate.”

“Hmmmh fine. I suppose I can wait for my dessert a little longer,” Eddie sighed dramatically, but not before his hand briefly slipped between your legs for a teasing squeeze.

“Ed!” As you tried squirming out of his grip, Eddie pushed you against the counter, his hands on your waist, thumbs pushing under the fabric of your shirt. His lips grazed your neck and as much as your exclaim had tried to slow him down, your body reacted a total opposite. Heat made its way straight to your core as he nudged his hips into you, rocking slowly while he kissed your jawline.

“Wanna eat you out so badly sweetheart. Need’a taste,” he whispered against your skin. As his hands worked their way up, the friction his hips created made you whimper slightly. His hands gently cupped your breasts and you had to bite down a moan. You had felt worked up for so long that his voice did a number on you (more than usual) and his warm breath tickled your skin.

“Keep talking like that and there’s no need, babe,” you groaned.

“Oh? Sweet pussy’s all wet for me already, huh?” Eddie muttered softly, lips briefly brushing yours. Another whimper left your lips. That bastard. He smirked at your reaction and brought his lips close to your ear again. “You do realize that whether or not you come right now, my dessert’s still waiting for me behind those soaked panties, sweetheart?”

And just like that, he moved back and resumed cleaning up the table as if he hadn’t just riled you up fifty times the amount you already had been. It had actually been like… ten, but seeing him all dirty from work added another five. You couldn’t help it. With all of his latest efforts, you were ready to jump him on the spot.

“I’ll be upstairs,” you announced tight-lipped and you noticed the hint of a smile on Eddie’s face just as he turned away from you.

“Good girl.”

*-*

As you lay there, you wondered whether you should just take off your clothes already. Get it out of the way. You listened to the distant noise of pots and pans being put back into their respectful places and sighed to yourself. It felt impossible to relax despite the fact that you and Eddie had had sex lots of times. Lots. Of. Times. You were simply nervous because you didn’t know what to expect. He was a god at eating you out, treating your cunt like it was his last meal every time he indulged himself. He always made it sound like it was his treat rather than yours. Thinking about his tongue between your legs made you squirm and you wondered what his plan was to “replace your vibrator”. You knew he had ambition for the weirdest things (you loved him for it), but this was a new one.

Just as you were pushing your leggings down your legs, Eddie walked in. You hadn’t even heard him walk up the stairs.

“Starting the striptease without me? How dare you,” Eddie tutted as he sat on the edge of the bed, enjoying how him watching you made you squirm. It would simply never bore him. You shook your head.

“Not a striptease. Just a girl trying to get out of her goddamn leggings before her boyfriend showed up.”

“Strip for me anyway, though?”

It wasn’t a question even if he made it sound like one. Eddie’s eyes watched you intently as you rid yourself of your leggings, socks joining in before you started on your T-shirt.

“Everything?”

“All of it. Wanna have free range to play with your tits baby.”

His hands already worked up and down your calves, fingertips inching closer to your panties every time he passed your knees. By the time you had lost every piece of clothing on your top half, his fingers finally curled around your panties and pulled them down. Your arousal was clear as day and Eddie moaned at the sight. Once he had taken them off, he gave you one look before he stretched the fabric with both hands and took one, broad lick of your juices that had leaked onto it. He closed his eyes as he did it, moaned when he tasted you on his tongue. And this was only the beginning.

Eddie put your panties aside and stripped himself all the way down but left his boxers on. He nudged you to scooch up and spread your legs generously so he could properly lay down between them, headfirst.

The first time you felt his lips between your legs was when he kissed your inner thigh. Slowly, with purpose. His tongue dragged over your skin and his eyes fluttered shut just like yours did. As impatient as you often felt, you would rarely complain and tell him to hurry up. There was something sweet and highly arousing about watching him kiss every sweet spot of your thighs. He loved your curves, loved that he could dig his hand in and give it a jiggle. It used to embarrass you until Eddie got upset on behalf of your thighs as they were the most glorious thighs he had ever seen. He made you learn to slowly love yourself. How could you not, when a guy like him, when your Eddie, treated your body like his treasure? Self loathing came more difficult when your boyfriend seemed to melt at the sight of you. Got hot and bothered at your slightest touch and looked at you as if you were his dream come true.

You were in such a daze while enjoying his love, the lips that expressed them as you gazed at his eyes that were closed from pure enjoyment, that you didn’t notice he had reached the middle. Despite his gentle start, you still jolted when he licked a featherlight stripe over your pussy lips, matching the groan that left his mouth as well. He was too eager and indulged himself immediately, licking away strongly as you gasped and tried to remain somewhat human as your soul left your body.

“E-Eddie— fuck—”

Your voice brought him back down from cloud nine and he rested his cheek on your thigh as he pulled away slightly after a last, teasing lick.

“What setting do you want? Soft, hard, pulsating? Something else I don’t know about?”

A disbelieving chuckle left your lips. He was really serious about this, wasn’t he? As he waited for your response, his hand massages your other thigh, thumb inching closer to your core. He loved to tease.

“How are you even— I like to start slow, work my way up,” you told him softly, knowing there was no way out of this. Your cheeks warmed up as it felt that you were spilling a dirty secret despite him knowing nearly everything about you already. Ever since you started to get intimate with Eddie, communication has always been a priority for the both of you. Eddie simply nodded, lifted his head off your thigh and leaned in, inhaling your scent with a sigh before he nudged his tongue against your clit. You had no idea how he did it, but he was doing it. His tongue moved so quickly against you, yet with the gentle pressure of a low vibration setting, that it felt quite similar. Except… wetter. Warmer. Better. Your back arched, your hand flew to his hair and a warm chuckle escaped Eddie at the confirmation that he was doing something right. His grip on your thighs tightened as he wrapped his arms around, pushing your legs wider and keeping them in place.

“Oh god, Eddie!” 

You squirmed under his touch and you could feel your juices mixed with his saliva drip down between your ass cheeks onto the mattress. The very mattress Eddie was currently gently grinding his hips against. His lips wrapped around your clit to suck on it and it was almost too much if it hadn’t been for the fact that he pulled away from you and made you buck your hips against nothing. He took your hand in his and guided it to his other hand, tapping the dents between his knuckles one by one.

“Left for softer, middle for harder, right for pulsating.” He traced a circle on top of his hand with your finger. “Do that for a surprise and lastly, flat hand on mine means stop. Oh, and use my hair to drag me up or down. ‘Kay?”

You nodded, though you felt compelled to mention that you could also just tell him these things. He smiled knowingly and shook his head.

“Toys don’t talk, baby. Nor do they understand your pleads for mercy. I’m just your toy for the moment, doing whatever it is you like.”

As if those words already didn’t nearly make you come on the spot. You nodded again, rested your hand near his own as he took hold of your thighs again, only this time he didn’t keep you in place. Tentatively, you tapped the dent between his first and second knuckle. Immediately Eddie dove back in with enthusiasm. His tongue flicked over your sensitive bud countless times and sure enough, when you tangled your hand in his hair to push him down he complied instantly. His tongue dragged through your folds and you could feel a faint buzzing whenever his nose happened to hit your clit. Curiously, you moved your finger between his second and third knuckle.

“Oh fuck!”

Setting one was nothing compared to setting two. It had you clawing the sheets and it took you everything not to immediately squish your legs together. You moved your hips against his face without holding back and a barely suppressed moan left Eddie’s lips. You had half the mind to smile to yourself, as toys also don’t moan, but you knew he’d moan ten times as much had it been any other situation. The guy loved eating your pussy.

“N-Normally I imagine how you moan against me, it’s so— hot, when you do that. It’s like I can almost hear it.”

Eddie’s brows furrowed just a little, as if he was thinking, considering… His moans slowly started to pick up and his hips rutted the bed harder. 

“That’s it, god that’s it, oh god—” 

Your lingering smile quickly disappeared when your finger had, apparently, unknowingly dragged a circle over his hand. Your vibrator definitely didn’t have this setting. He spit straight onto your clit and sucked it between his lips. Without losing suction, his tongue grazed over it in rapid speed making you moan loud enough for the whole block to hear you despite your closed windows.

“Eddie, Ed, fuuuuck baby please!”

You could only chant his name as your orgasm washed over you with an intensity you had never experienced. Your legs squeezed together while you rode his face, hand guiding his head by grasping his locks not too gently. He groaned softly, loving how you used him until it became too sensitive. Normally Eddie would move away from you at the perfect time, knowing your bodily reactions well enough to know when to pull himself off. Except… he didn’t stop this time. You let go of his hair but his tongue followed when you attempted to move and you desperately tried to remember the sign for stop in your dazed state. Was it two fingers between his knuckles? Your legs started to shake as he started to slowly pulsate his tongue against your clit. Wrong gesture. Had this one even been mentioned? Was it a combination? Another attempt got him to speed it up and your hand flew back to his head again as you tried to pull him off. Apparently that was not part of any setting.

“I f-forgot—” you mewled and the softest chuckle left him. “I’m- I’m gonna—”

A second orgasm followed quickly and you grasped his hand desperately, finally making him stop. He selfishly delayed moving back completely by noisily lapping up all of your juices first, as he simply couldn’t help himself. His bangs stuck to his forehead and his whole face gleamed in a mixture of sweat and come. He crawled upwards and laid down next to you, taking you in with a lazy smile before he wiped off his chin with the back of his hand and gave you a kiss. You kissed him back eagerly, your fucked out state wanting nothing more than his sweet touches now. His hand came up to cup one of your breasts and he gently started playing with it. Squeezed and jiggled it, flicked his thumb over your nipple until it hardened again. He often played with them when you were both just relaxing in bed, or the couch, or wherever else his hand would naturally be close (in a private setting - most of the time).

“Hey baby,” he whispered softly before pressing another kiss on your cheek this time. “Forgot to play with your tits so I’m catching up now. You mind? Don’t want them to feel neglected.”

You were still catching your breath so you simply nodded and relaxed your head against his shoulder. His hand occasionally moved from one breast to another, his tongue poking out in concentration sometimes.

“What about you?” 

Eddie looked down at his underwear that didn’t really reveal anything at the moment and smiled bashfully, his face disappearing into your neck out of shyness. 

“Uh. Eating you out was enough for me baby.”

A smile teased your lips and you combed your fingers through his hair. You left kisses along his temple and let your hand wander down his chest to his stomach. His breath hitched just a little and when your hand disappeared into his boxers and you wrapped your hand around his half hard erection which was slick from the come that had dripped down. He bit your neck and whimpered.

“I think you’ve got one more in you, what do you say baby?” Your whisper had him buck his hips into your hand. His teeth sunk in harder followed by licks to soften the burn and his voice was more of a whine when he spoke.

“Please.”

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You were watching a movie, but you weren’t exactly watching it. Your eyes were focused on the screen, sure. But your mind was with the cock your hand was wrapped around while your thumb spread around the precome that had gathered at the top. Not only that, your mind was also very much with the fingers teasing your clit menacingly slow. You both loved to spend about a whole movie duration teasing each other before you had sex. You didn’t always last until the end of the movie before you hurried to the bedroom and sometimes all the action happened while some talk show ran its course. Today it was a matter about who would give in first. Judging by Eddie’s short bursts of breaths, you guessed it would probably be him.

Your mind wandered off to two weeks ago, when he decided to be your vibrator for a day. You have had plenty of sex since then, but not… Like that. That had been something else. He had bought you a new one shortly after, with all kinds of new functions you hadn’t even tried. Your distraction was noticeable in your actions as your hand slacked in movement and Eddie tilted his head to the side as he impatiently bucked up into your hand once.

“Where’s your pretty head at?”

“Sorry, I was just thinking.”

“Uh-huh, gathered. ‘Bout what?”

“Well… now that you got me a new vibrator… Does that mean you’ll be out of service?” You asked him with big doe eyes. Eddie snorted and bit his lip to let his self satisfactory grin pop up a little slower.

“Baby, the Munsonator is at your service anytime you want. Just let me know so I can down some caffeine first,” he told you with a hand on his chest and a salesman grin.

“Munsonator?” You giggled and Eddie slapped your clit playfully, making you yelp. He scolded you softly.

“Don’t laugh. I believe you gave it a 20/10 review last time. Better get used to the name cause it ain’t changing.”

You stroked him a little tighter, making him whimper and look at you offended. A shrug.

“You slapped first.” 

“But you like that, baby.”

You glanced at him seriously and slowly but deliberately spread a new serve of precome around the head.

“So do you, it seems.”

“When you squeeze me like a tube of toothpaste? Of course something slips.”

“Mhm sure,” you sighed and loosened your grip to the point that you were barely touching him. He only lasted about fifteen seconds before he started to complain and searched for friction by moving his hips around.

“Oh come on, baby.”

You continued.

“Sweetheart.”

A smirk teased your lips but you didn’t budge. Suddenly, the phone went off and Eddie got up to pick it up but not before slicking his fingers through your folds and sucking them clean as he walked away with a shit-eating grin at the sudden whimper that left you. You couldn’t follow the conversation but when Eddie returned, it was obvious he wasn’t happy.

“Rain check, princess. Idiot Gareth’s car won’t start. I bet he barely even tried.  Asked if I could pick him up at a bar he just called from. So…”

Eddie palmed himself, the head of his dick still poking out above his waistband from the half assed attempt to pull them up just now.

“Shit. Why did he have to call, man,” he groaned, rubbing his free hand over his face. You wordlessly beckoned him closer with your fingers and the subtlest hint of a smile and mischievous glint in his eyes popped onto his face. Once he stood in front of you, your face was lined up perfectly with his cock as it had many times before in that exact position. He cupped your face, smirk widening as he rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Gonna help me out real quick, sweetheart?”

A teasing grin grew on your face as you nodded. “Didn’t tell you to come here for no reason big boy,” you mumbled while your hands already pulled his boxers back down. As you moved your hand towards his mouth, he knew to spit and did so after licking your hand. Just because he could. You rolled your eyes lovingly and started pumping his hard length with the slick that he had gathered for you and soon enough he threw his head back with a groan. His hand flew to your hair, keeping you in place as he thrust himself forward. He looked down, eyes lustful. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth.

“Can I please fuck your face baby, please please please?”

Three quick taps against his thigh sufficed for your answer and he wasted no time thrusting his hips back and forth into your warm mouth. Whenever he took control, he often didn’t last long. Got the job done with an overwhelming enthusiasm. He could do it slowly, obviously, but in situations like these the goal was to come quickly. He whimpered, words leaving his lips hard to decipher as he got closer to his release.

Hips stuttered as his breath hitched, a groan loud enough to wake the neighbor’s hamster escaped his lips as he released himself into your mouth.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuck,” he was rambling now, chasing the remnants of his high as he scrunched his brows together. “FUCK. Baby…” It was a near whine that slipped from his lips when you let go of him with a pop of your lips and licked him clean from whatever cum had slipped past. He cradled your cheek, watching in awe as he nearly always did. Always in disbelief that you were his.

“Now, off you go,” you told him with a sweet smile before you pulled your shorts back on and got up from the couch to give him a kiss. You knew he wanted it. The man loved tasting himself on your tongue. Before Eddie could lose himself in your kiss, hands digging harshly into your sides, you leaned back and pecked him one last time on the corner of his mouth.

“I’ll make it up to you tenfold when I get back. Promise. ‘Kay?” He gave you a nod for emphasis.

“I’ll be waiting.”

And waiting you did. 30 minutes turned into an hour, an hour turned into two. It wasn’t the first time that a quick visit to Gareth turned into a whole evening and normally you wouldn’t mind as much. But he promised. Besides, you had no idea what to do with dinner now. Did he have some yet? Were you getting takeout? Should you just order for yourself? You were slightly worried, but since it had happened before you tried to shake it off. Since you weren’t really hungry, but still quite horny (thanks for nothing, Eddie), you made your way to the bedroom and grabbed your brand new vibrator. Well, brand new save for a few times. You were still getting used to all the extra functions the old one didn’t have. The fact that it wasn’t just a straight stick but rather one that aligned better with your body was also new to you. It was easier and more comfortable to insert and it even came with a part that hit your clit just right simultaneously. To top it all, it had a suction function you found a little intense still and five vibrational settings instead of three. Eddie had really gone all out with getting you a new one.

Once you made yourself comfortable, you started by using just your hand at first, gathering slick from between your folds to spread all over to help the toy along in its movement. Upon trying the suctioning again, your hips bucked as the feeling brought you back to Eddie’s lips wrapped around your clit, sucking gently. Your hips bucked again involuntarily and gasps escaped your lips as you found the perfect angle to pleasure yourself on all your favorite spots. With your free hand, you teased your nipples to become even harder and you let your legs slack onto the bed. Moans left your lips with smaller intervals, the intensity of the toy picking up.

You didn’t hear him come in and loudly complain about Gareth. Moaning his name became your one and only priority and only when you suddenly felt a pair of lips wrap around your free nipple, your eyes opened. You were so close when he kissed you feverishly, tongues fighting for dominance as his hand wandered down to your core. With a quick but sudden motion he swatted the vibrator away, leaving it to gently buzz elsewhere on the bed. The helpless whimper that left you would have left him feeling guilty if he hadn’t already planned to blow your mind. He wandered down with ease to take over what he had taken away moments before and with only his tongue he managed to give you the most intense orgasm you had had in weeks. He overstimulated you a little until you begged him to stop and something told you he was punishing you for continuing on your own.

“Eddie, please,” you whimpered, hand tugging on his hair not too gently. He smirked and kissed his way back up your body until he could lay down next to you at eye level. His eyes met yours, hand coming up to smooth down your hip. The buzzing of the vibrator entered his mind again and he briefly scowled as he reached back to turn it off.

“What do you have that I don’t, huh?” He mumbled to the vibrator as he moved it around in his hand. He couldn’t help but wonder about it all. A smile played on your lips.

“You should try it. I bet it can feel good for you too.”

Eddie turned his head in surprise, cheeks heating up as he put the vibrator back down on the bed. It was as if you had read his mind.

“Uh…”

“If you want to, of course. I mean… it’s pretty great but if it’s not your thing—”

Eddie shook his head a little too eagerly for someone who had never thought about using a vibrator on himself. You figured as much, with all the “subtle” questions he’d had about it.

“No, no, I want to, I just… I thought maybe you’d find it… weird?” he said hesitantly, trying to avoid your gaze a little.

“Why would I find it weird?”

A shrug.

“Because.”

“Baby, I’d find it hot.”

Eddie lifted his head again, looking at you for sincerity. To make sure you weren’t making fun of him. He knew you wouldn’t, you would never. But still.

“Really?” He sounded hopeful and it was at that moment you were certain he had been curious for a while. You took his hand in his and nodded.

“Really. So hot. Wanna see you fall apart when you use it. Maybe… I could use it on you sometime. But you should probably explore yourself first, I think.” you told him softly. His fingers pressed against yours until they slid between the gaps and he sighed, eyes on your interlocked hands.

“Dunno about that. I kinda like the idea of you being with me, guiding me through it or whatever.” He was properly blushing now and he looked quite endearing.

“Baby. I’d love nothing more.”

His shoulders sagged in relief and he gave you the sweetest kiss.

“Alright, then I really want to try it.”

FIN

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THINGS I WISH YOU SAID - ETHAN LANDRY 💌

“Without you here, I don't know what to do with myself. I think about these things at night before I fall asleep. Things I wish you said to me” - Sabrina Carpenter

Content includes: Angst, cutie Ethan, Ethan comforting you!

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Music played as you swept the floor, golden sunlight shining into your window. Particles of dust flew into your face, making you sniffle.

You were bored, to say the least. Cleaning, reading, and watching tv to try and distract yourself. Unfortunately, everything reminded you of him, picking up the trash only to find a strand of his hair. "God, that's gross" you mumbled to yourself, sweeping the floor.

"Alexa, play my main playlist" you mumbled, face planted into your pillow with books spread out around you. Your eyebrows furrowed as you heard the melody of the song, quickly sitting up. "Alexa! Take that song off my playlist" You let out a sigh, remembering the melody of the sweet song Ethan used to play for you.

Without him, you didn't know what to do with yourself. You were just bored, with nothing to do. He made something with your time, he encouraged you to go out even if he was just as scared as you were. He pushed you out of your comfort zone, and now that he was gone it's like part of you left with him.

You missed him, a lot. He was one of the only people who understood you. Your humor, style. Everything about you was always misinterpreted by everyone else. But he got you perfectly. Your friends would say he was the male version of you.

"He was just a waste of time Y/n! Seriously, get over it" Tara would laugh it off but you didn't see it that way. He was more than just a distraction. You genuinely liked him...Maybe you even loved him...?

You found yourself pacing around your room. Why would you break up with him? Why were you still thinking of him? It didn't make sense, you thought it was over. That the spark was gone. But now you realize it wasn't him. It was you.

As much as you wanted him back he probably wouldn't say the same about you. You left in a rush, watching as small tears formed in his eyes. "Why? What did I do wrong?" "Ethan- it's not you. I promise. I just...I can't do it" You shook your head, biting back your lip as it quivered. You wanted to comfort him, but you had no idea how. Plus you were the one who made him that way. He didn't want your comfort.

You were left alone to deal with your thoughts. No one was home, and you knew all your friends would hate you if you started rambling about him again. You just had to do what felt right. Was this right? No, not really. But it felt like a good spontaneous decision.

You quickly threw on your cozy cardigan, slipping on your house shoes before you basically stormed out of the apartment. You weren't paying attention as you walked, feeling yourself bump into someone harshly. "Oh shit, I'm sorry" you quickly recognized the voice, trying your best not to seem frantic. "Oh, I...Hi Y/n" "Hey...Ethan" you nodded in silence. "Where were you heading?" You found it weird that he was in your apartment building. After all, his was the one next door.

"I...well" he scratched the back of his neck, fumbling on his words. "I was gonna go see you actually" he played with his hands in his pockets, lips agape as he looked down at you. "Oh...uhm, Me too" "What?" He seemed surprised, fixing his posture a bit.

"Yea, I was just…heading to your place” Your eyes looked everywhere but his face, avoiding eye contact. “Me too…” the hallway was cold, awkward. The energy was off, but the spark felt stronger than ever.

“So should we go to mine or…?” “No it’s okay. We can go to mine I was just cleaning” you gulped as he followed behind you, clenching your phone in your hand.

Your head spun in confusion, uncomfortable with what was going on. Why was he headed to your place? Yea, he might’ve been looking for Chad and Tara but he didn’t specify it was for that. So why? For the same reasons as you?

“Sorry about the mess…” you mumbled before unlocking the door, the familiar scent of wood and vanilla filling his nose. You led him over to your room, the clean space slightly throwing him off. Your room was always a mess, he would help you clean and organize but never this organized. You had really hit rock bottom.

“So…” you played with your hands as he sat next to you on the bed. Silence filling the room. It was even worse than the hallway. It was completely quiet, Ethan trying to put together the right words. “I miss you” it just spilled out of your lips, quickly closing your mouth as you realized what you said. “You do?” You finally looked up at him, nodding slowly while chewing on your lip.

“I miss you too” “Really? Why?” Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched his expression change. “Why wouldn’t I?” “Well, 'cause I ended it. I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me anymore” he just shook his head, his hand resting over yours. “Well yea. It hurt but I still love you. I never stopped” Your lips started to tremble, holding back a sob.

He loved you? You treated him like shit. How could he love you after all that? You always felt like you never did enough. You knew there was gonna be someone better for him, someone who deserved him. “Y/n…don’t cry” his words broke you, tears spilling down your cheeks as he pulled you into a hug. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t deserve you” he held you tightly in his chest, his shirt absorbing all your tears.

“It’s okay, I promise” his hand ran through your hair, holding you like it was the last time. “I love you” your words were mumbled into his chest, but his heart heard every word clearly. “I love you too…yea? There’s no need to cry” he smiled as you pulled away. Your lips were puffy, eyelashes wet and long. You were a pretty crier, he would always tell you.

“You’re beautiful” “Shut up” his face brightened up when you smiled, wiping away your tears. “God, I missed you so much” he groaned, a laugh coming from your lips as he pulled you closer. Ethan had kissed you thousands of times, but this one was different. You could feel all of him in you, euphoria filling your body. You were on cloud 9. The sound of deep kisses and heavy breaths filled the room, all of the awkward tension disintegrating.

“Is this why you were coming over?” You questioned, positioned perfectly in his lap as he looked up at you. “Well…yea” you just shook your head with a smile, pulling him back in for another kiss.

A/n: stream emails I can’t send fwd 💪

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Pollen and Plottin'

Chapter Five of the Through the Scope series | Chapter Six

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4K

Chapter Overview: You have a morning out of hell and all signs point to Frankie to bail you out.

Notes: I fucking knew i would be back this week LMAOOO,, finals next week and then i'll finally be free from the shackles of uni !! this gif was playing on repeat in my brain while i was writing and lorddd it made it so hard to concentrate,, i updated the tag list so i hope i added everyone that was kind enough to ask to be on it ((: as usual .. my asks are always open & happy reading <3

*no use of y/n & female presenting reader*

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You must have done something truly heinous in your past life to warrant this series of unfortunate events this Tuesday morning. The first issue makes itself known to you when your alarm doesn’t go off this morning. Your body must have known that you were getting a suspicious amount of sleep because thankfully it wakes you up with an hour to get ready. Issue number two comes in the form of empty bottles. You jump out of the shower in record breaking time. Body wrapped in a towel, skin still littered in water droplets, you scour your bathroom counter for your hair products. A frustrated sigh leaves you when you notice that your products are in the trash can. You knew that you should have left yourself a note to go pick up more the second you ran out. 

“Bright side. Bright side. There's always a bright side.” You repeat your new mantra down the hall to the kitchen.

As you wait for your coffee to brew, you try to change your way of thinking. Yes, you woke up late, but at least you had an hour to get ready. Yes, you didn’t have any hair products, but at least you got to shower. See? Not so bad looking now, huh? When the coffee is done you remove the pot from its stand and set it on your counter. You make your way to the fridge to pull out your creamer and then your cabinets to retrieve your favorite mug. Unfortunately, your depth perception is off because as you bring your mug and creamer to the counter you knock the coffee pot into the sink. It must have been right on the edge and you just didn’t realize it. Tears prick your eyes as you watch the third issue of the morning disappear down the drain. You don’t think there is a bright side to this problem. With time not acting as your friend, breakfast will have to take a backseat. Before you head out the door you grab your keys and your tote and pray that whatever higher power is fucking with you has had its fill. But that would be too easy, wouldn’t it?

You hop in your car and start it up. No. And start it up. Oh God no. Third time's the charm and…

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” You wail. 

The panic is setting in now. You can feel bile gurgling in your stomach and trying to claw its way up into your throat. This sort of thing usually wouldn’t bother you this much, but coupled with all the bullshit from this morning, you were at your wits end. Before anxiety completely envelops you, you pull out your phone to call Benny and explain the situation.

“Oh shit, are you alright?”

“Physically? Yes. Mentally? Ask me tomorrow.”

“At least your sense of humor is still intact,” He offers. “Don’t worry about coming in today. I had to learn how to hold it down before I hired you so I’m not worried about that. Just take today to figure out what’s wrong with your car and keep me posted. Maybe you can give Catfish a ring? He works at an auto body shop that shouldn’t be too far from you.”

“I can’t thank you enough, Benny. Yeah, he mentioned that. I’ll call him and then let you know what happens. Talk to you later!”

You toss your phone into your passenger seat and rest your head on your steering wheel. The panic you were feeling has subsided now due to a solution presenting itself, but nervousness began to blossom in its place when that solution turned out to be Frankie. The first time you called him isn’t supposed to be like this. You aren’t really sure how you wanted the first time to go, but you definitely wanted to have a better reason to talk than your fucked up car. A buzzing sound next to you announces the arrival of a text. You take a deep, centering breath and lift your head up before grabbing your phone. It’s Benny sending you the address of Frankie’s shop. You click the link and it takes you to your phone's map. It really isn’t too far from you; only 10 minutes down the road. 

You pull up Frankie’s contact, but hesitate before you press it. A small twinge of guilt rolls through you as you surrender to the idea of calling another man for help with a job that has always been done by your father. The one thing he loved more than looking at cars was fixing them up. He had made you watch him work all through your childhood, so you knew how to change your tire, your oil, and both your head and tail lights. This felt like a betrayal when, in reality, it wasn’t. There wasn’t anything he could do in his current situation to help you. And telling him what was going on would only hurt him as he would inevitably come to the same conclusion you did. With your guilt temporarily satiated, you call Frankie. 

He must have been concerned when he saw that it was you calling because he answers on the second ring and his voice is higher pitched than normal. “Hello?”

“Hey, Frankie it's me. Well obviously you know it's me. I’m sure you have caller ID. I’m sorry, I’m rambling, but I think I need to cash in on that car help you offered earlier.” 

“Are you safe? What happened?” His tone is panicky.

“Yes. I’m completely safe.” You hear him sigh quietly on the other end of the phone. “My car just won’t start and I can’t figure out what's wrong with it. I didn’t leave any lights on last night, my gas tank is half full, and, for once in my life, my check engine light isn’t on.”

“I like your little run down, but it's going to be hard for me to figure out what's wrong with it until I actually see the vehicle in person. Tell you what, I’ll drive out to see you right now and have one of my guys bring out a tow truck to pick it up.”

“Wait no you don’t have to do that! I don’t want to make you leave work over something silly like this. I can just wait until the tow truck gets here and takes me to the shop.”

“And I don’t want you to have to deal with this alone, silly or not, got it?”

“Got it.” 

You’re sitting on the curb to the left of your car when you see Frankie pull into the parking lot with his white pickup. He waves at you through his windshield as he parks in the open spot to the right of your car. You figure that it's now or never and dust yourself off as you walk over to his driver's side. 

“So, are you going to be able to fix him?”

“Him?” He says skeptically, stepping out of his truck. 

“My car? He’s a boy?”

“You know most people refer to vehicles as women, but you know what, to each their own.” He looks over the hood of his truck at your car. “My apologies sir. I’ll do everything in my power to get you up and running again.”

Frankie has you pop your hood while he goes back and pops his own and grabs jumper cables from the backseat. Although you offer to help him, he insists that you relax while does it himself. The way he says it makes you feel cared for rather than pushed to the side because he doesn’t believe that you’re capable. He is able to jumpstart your car, but each time the engine dies after idling for a few minutes. When he realizes that no matter how many times he tries to jump it the engine won’t stay on he unhooks the cables and puts them away. 

“See anything?”

He’s taking a closer look at everything that's under your hood. The gray shirt he's wearing is doing a beautiful job of showing off how defined his arms really are. The cotton material stretches over his bicep as he moves his arm to reach something. It dawns on you that he rarely wears shirts, or clothes in general, that allow his body to be visible. Your heart aches when you think about him feeling insecure as he stands next to the other men. Even though you haven’t seen them without their clothes off, Benny excluded, you can tell how toned each of them are. You wish you could tell him that it doesn’t matter to you. You wish you could tell him that the way his stomach is currently peeking out from under his shirt is incredibly sexy to you. There’s nothing you would change about him because if you did there would be less of him for you to look at. 

“Everything looks good up here.” He sighs tiredly and shuts your hood. “The issue must be your undercarriage.”

“My what?”

“Your car’s undercarriage!” He couldn’t have spit those words out faster. “I’m sure there isn’t anything wrong w-with your undercarriage.” 

“Frankie, I’m just messing with you.” Your hand comes to rest on his arm as you laugh. “I knew what you meant.”

The Florida sun did a good job of blurring the line between him blushing and him standing out in the heat for too long. 

“Hey, do you want some water? It’s the least I could do since you’re helping me out so much.”

“It’s really no big deal.” He reassures you. “But water would be great.”

You turn and start heading to the staircase that leads to the second floor of your apartment complex. You make it up about three steps before you realize that Frankie isn’t following you. 

“I thought you wanted water?” You ask turning to face him.

“In your apartment?”

“Last I checked, that's where I keep it? Come on, Frankie, I’m not gonna bite you.”

With a small smile from him, you face back around and continue to make your way up the stairs. When you reach your door you suddenly become self conscious about the way your apartment is set up. You haven’t had the time to decorate since you got here and the lack of personal touches in your apartment made that painfully obvious. 

“Sorry my place is a little bland.” You open the door and lead him inside to the kitchen. “I want to get some art for my walls so the place can really be brought together. It’s a little dumb though since I’m only here temporarily.” 

“I don’t think it’s dumb, but I like the way it feels in here.”

“Oh yeah?” You pull the brita out of your fridge and set it down on the counter. “What does it feel like?” 

He sees you reaching out for the cabinet that's next to him. He turns around to open it and hands you two cups without missing a beat in the conversation. “It’s kinda hard to explain. Maybe the best word I can use to describe it is…homey? I know you said you wanted more things in here, but I don’t really think items make a place feel like a home.”

“That’s way existential, Frankie.” You look up at him while filling each of y’alls glasses. “But, that does mean a lot since you’re my first guest.”

“Fuck off, no I’m not.” He says grabbing his drink.

You nod in confirmation while you take a sip of your water.

“What about your dad?”

“I actually go visit him. He’s in a retirement home, his own choice, but he had a stroke a little less than a month ago. It was bad enough to have him start physical therapy so he could retrain the muscles in his legs.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“Fortunately, he’s doing better. He’s a stubborn old bastard that's for sure.”

“That’s good,” He holds out his glass to you. “Cheers to your dad and cheers for me being your first house guest.”

As you clink your glasses together you realize how much better the place feels with Frankie’s presence. The walls don’t look as bare. The sink's constant drip isn’t as loud. And the sunlight shines a little brighter through your perpetually cloudy glass windows.

“The place isn’t all bland.” He motions to the vase full of white lilies sitting on your small kitchen table. “Those are nice.”

“They didn’t have my favorite ones at the store when I went a few days ago,” you say as you walk over to smell them. “But aren’t these just beautiful?”

“Yes. Absolutely beautiful.”

Soft brown eyes meet yours when you shift your body to face him again. You can’t help but feel flustered under his intoxicating gaze.

“What?” There was no sun to explain away the heat radiating off your cheeks now.

“You have some pollen on your nose.” He takes his finger and points to his own. “Just there.”

“Aw fuck.” You rub off your nose as quickly as you can. Embarrassment courses through your veins as Frankie stays quiet and simply watches you. “Did I get it all?”

Pink lips part into a smile as he shakes his head at you. “It might be easier if I get it for you. Is that okay?”

“Y-yes.”

He sets his cup down on the counter behind him and starts walking the few feet over to you. As he closes the gap between y'all, he rubs his hands down the sides of his jeans. He looks so much taller when he’s this close. You try to focus on controlling your breathing as he raises his hand and lets it hover over your nose. As soon as he brushes the skin, your eyes flutter close at the sensation. His calloused hands caress you so delicately that you feel as if you are made of the finest of china. You only open them when you feel his touch leave your body. He’s staring down at you with pupils blown out.

“Is it-is it all gone?” You don’t know why you're whispering when he's standing right in front of you. 

“You’re pollen free.” He whispers back.

Neither of you make a move to escape the close proximity. You watch his eyes slowly travel from your own eyes to your lip and back up again. You hope he can see by the way you’re looking at him that you’re begging for him to touch you, to kiss you. He takes a half step closer. His hand brushes against yours down at your side. 

Honk! Honk! Honk! 

Frankie closes his eyes like he's in agonizing pain and steps back from you. “I think your car’s ride is here.” 

“Well umm,” You clear your throat. “I guess we shouldn’t keep your coworker waiting, huh?”

***

“So we got some bad news and we got some good news. The bad news is that it looks like one of your cylinders misfired and it’s going to be out of commission until it can be fixed. The good news is that we are having a slow day today so it should be fixed by this afternoon.”

“I really wish you would have led with the good news.” 

“Where's the suspense in that?”

“Thank you again for helping me with this, Frankie.” The two of you exit the shop and stand in front of his truck. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

“Probably would have called some other loser who works in an auto body shop.” He shrugs.

“You’re not a loser.” You wrap your arms around your body. “At least not to me.” 

“I uhh-thank you for saying that.” 

You return his shrug with a soft smile. 

“Did you want me too-umm-drop you off at the gym?” He checks his watch. “You’ve only missed about an hour and a half of your day.”

“No, don’t worry about it. Benny said I could take the day when I talked to him about what was going on this morning. I’ll probably uber home and find something to occupy myself with until my car is ready.” 

Your stomach choses now to loudly make its presence known.

Frankie raises one of his eyebrows at you. “Have you eaten today?”

“I was planning on it, but then the universe decided that it wasn’t in the cards for me.”

“Want to go get breakfast? With me? I could eat.”

“As lovely as that sounds, I’ve already taken up so much of your time already! I don’t want to get you in trouble at work!”

“Oh, come on. Playing hooky isn’t fun when you do it by yourself. Plus, I’ve got some vacation time racked up that I can use for today

You knew your answer even before you spoke it. The opportunity to spend more time with him is one you would have to be crazy to pass up. It may not be a date, but it was a start. And everything has to start somewhere.

“Fine, but you’re driving.”

***

“Please tell me you didn’t call us here to help you close up, Benny.”

It was unusually quiet in the gym today. It wasn’t the lack of grunting from the weight lifters, or the obnoxious sounds coming from the washing machine, or even the chatter of patrons in between their boxing rounds. It was the lack of you. Benny thought that he could handle it just like before, but he was wrong. He found himself wandering up to the front desk to share each and every miniscule thought that popped into his head only to find it empty time and time again. You had completely enmeshed yourself into his daily routine and he didn’t notice until now. It seemed that even the guests noticed your absence. He found himself getting asked where you were or when you would be coming back. You did so much around the gym that he didn’t even realize and he cursed himself for taking you for granted. The next time you had car trouble he swore he would pick you up himself because he could do this alone. He couldn’t do this without his friend. But, that isn’t why he called them in.

“Yeah, what gives?” Pope adds to Will’s previous statement. “And where’s our girl?”

“Number one: no I didn’t call y’all to help me close. Number two: I gave her the day off because she was having car trouble and wouldn’t be able to make it in.” 

It takes him assuring his friends multiple times and showing them your update texts for them to stop worrying about you. 

“Alright that explains her, but where's Catfish?” Will presses.

Benny sighs deeply and walks around to sit in your empty chair. He closes his eyes and leans his head back before he answers his brother.

“He’s actually the reason why I called y’all over. I found out that he’s been talking to Rochelle again.”

“As much as we don’t fuckin’ like it, we knew that she texted him about getting back together.”

“You were there that night. This is old news.” Pope sounds annoyed, but Benny can’t track if it's aimed at him specifically or at the contents of the conversation.

“He’s been talking on the phone with her. I feel like thats a bit more serious than a fuckin’ text, Pope.”

Benny’s quick retort is enough to silence him, but Will starts panicking. An emotion that is just as foreign for him to feel as it is to see him display. 

“No fuckin’ way, man. No fuckin’ way he would do that.”

“That’s what I thought too, but she overheard him talking with Rochelle when she saw him out a few weeks back. Why would she lie about that? She had no knowledge of Rochelle before then.”

“Fuck! FUCK!”

Will fists his hands behind his head and starts pacing around the gym lobby. The two other men can only stare as they watch him slowly unravel before their eyes. Pope was, and still is, Frankie’s best friend, but Will was the most affected by what happened. It’s his job to scrape vets off the street when they come back after tours, legal or not, and get them the help they need. What kind of man, what kind of friend is he that he let one of his own slip through his fingers? When the metaphorical shoe finally dropped and Frankie got busted, as much as Will wanted to say ‘I told you so’, he just held his hand through recovery. The feeling of being right was only second to seeing his friend get better. It took every ounce of strength Will, Pope, and Benny had to drag Frankie back into reality. Now that he is teetering on the edge again, Will is terrified that he doesn’t have enough left in him to save Frankie. Pope cuts in to attempt to stop Benny from causing Will to have another Publix level freakout. 

“What exactly did she hear?”

“She just said that he got a phone call and he immediately tensed up when he saw who was calling. Then, when he answered, he said her name.”

“Let’s not lose our heads, boys.” Pope turns toward Will who is still pacing. “We don’t know the context of the phone call, alright? Rochelle was the one that called him, not the other way around.”

“Does it matter?! She like a fuckin’ drug to him!” 

“You’re not fucking helping, Benny.” Pope seethes. 

Will regains some control over his emotions and pilots himself over to the front desk.

“Pope is right. We don’t have all the facts yet.” He lets out a weighted sigh and white knuckles the edge of the desk. “Let’s just keep an eye on him and this situation until we know, for sure, what’s really goin’ on.”

The suffocating tension in the room is shattered when Benny’s phone chimes with a text. 

You: My car is as good as new! Frankie and I even stopped to get some new air freshener scents for you to test out for the gym! See you tomorrow (:

“Ho-ly shit.” Benny lets out a low whistle.

“What?” The two other men speak in unison.

Benny just laughs to himself as he tosses Will the phone. 

“Well would you look at that?” Will echoes his brother's tune.

“Let me see that, huh?” Pope snatches the phone and reads the message you sent. “So that's why that pendejo hasn’t been answering my texts all damn day. He’s with her!”

“That sneaky bastard!” Benny laughs. “Yall think he likes her? He’s got to, right?”

“You really should get someone else to fill in for you at the fights every now and then.” Will snickers, all tension gone from his body. “Of course he likes her. He told us last Friday.” 

“I miss everything! Why didn’t anyone tell me?” He complains.

“Nevermind that.” Pope says as he returns the phone. “She might be the solution to our problem.” 

How’d you reckon?” Will inquires. 

“If we can get them together, there won’t be any room for Rochelle.” 

“We aren’t pimpin’ her out, Pope. That’s fucked up.”

“No, no.” He shakes his head. “We aren’t pimping her out, dumbass. Not if she likes him back that is. I mean, come on, you saw the way she was looking at him when they shared that beer the other night.”

“They shared a beer?!”

“Not now, Benny.” Will hushes. “Damn straight I saw that.”

Pope turns to Benny who still looks in shock because of what he just learned. 

“Can you do us a favor?”

“Anything if it means getting Rochelle out of the picture. Again.”

“Good man. Now we need you to keep your ears open for anything she says about Fish. We need to know where she stands before we do this and you’re the one that sees her everyday.”

“Hell yeah! I’m gonna be all over her!”

“Don’t be weird, Ben.” Will groan.

“Then it’s settled. When we figure out if she likes him or not…operation ‘catch-a-fish’ is a go.”

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[theharrowing]

Ghost Friend

Yoongi's spirit has stayed in his dilapidating home for decades. One day, Jimin and his friends Taehyung and Jungkook decide to visit the property, and Jimin makes a ghost friend.

Or, the one where Jimin is totally Jean Grey.

👻 Yoongi x Jimin (platonic)

👻 word count: 1.8k

👻 friends who encounter a ghost, haunting au, crack treated seriously, slight hurt/comfort, appropriate for all audiences

👻 warnings: uhhh...honestly, none? Yoongi is a ghost (which implies that he is dead!) but otherwise, this is a very chill, cute little Halloweenie fic. it is not in the slightest bit scary! Yoongi is lonely, and there is a positive ending. i guess my sense of humor could count as a warning!!!

👻 note: since it's a drabble, the descriptions are not as vivid as usual. it's mostly ~vibes~.

👻 request by @park-jimin-isnt-real for my Harrowing Halloween event! thank you so much for requesting!!! 🍉💜 i feel like you wanted it to be a little more of a crack fic but i managed to make it so serious haha. 🤪

👻 beta read by @neoneunnajimin

👻 posted oct. 2023 | read on ao3

“Hey, Chim, think fast!”

The one who reacts to the nickname Chim – who Yoongi surmises is actually named Jimin – glances up in time for an inflatable ball to travel through Yoongi's spectral form and pummel Jimin in the side of the face. The two men Jimin trespasses with stand about ten feet away, and the buffer of the two – who Yoongi thinks is named Jeongguk – is doubled over laughing, dark hair falling in his face. 

The one Yoongi thinks is named Jimin is understandably annoyed, picking up the ball, which is painted like a basketball but much smaller, inspecting it before throwing it back with nowhere near as much strength. It nearly hits the one who might be named Taehyung, and falls to the floor, rolling away.

Jimin complains, “Don’t throw haunted toys at me, you fucking creeps,” sounding exasperated.

The toy isn’t haunted, nor does it belong to Yoongi, but he is unwilling to correct them. He thinks some children brought it to the property long ago, before the house had become somewhat of a local legend, and left it behind. Sometime in the early 2000s, he thinks, though he cannot be sure.

“This place isn’t really haunted,” the one who might be named Taehyung says in a low, somewhat whiny voice. He kicks at debris that has fallen from the dilapidated ceiling with a frown. 

Of course, this place is haunted. Yoongi standing in the center of their friend group proves as much. Only Yoongi has not made his presence known, just yet. 

Although it is somewhat disrespectful the way people always treat his house like a heap of trash, Yoongi rather likes it when folks come to visit. Being a ghost can get quite lonely, especially because Yoongi hesitates to let anyone really perceive him. 

He thinks he would like to let Jimin perceive him. Jimin, with his pretty, pouty lips that he nibbles nervously, causing them to redden and become even more pouty. Jimin, with his short ash-brown hair and stunning blend of sharp and soft features, depending on which angle he stands at. There is something gentle and understanding in Jimin's wide, dark eyes that Yoongi wishes he could get lost in. 

If only he were still alive. 

"Jeongguk," Yoongi hears Taehyung say quietly, leaning in close and pointing to another discarded ball. This one is larger and red, and its surface collects dust better than the inflatable one. "You should throw this at him when his back is turned."

Jeongguk scoffs and shakes his head, muttering, "You are so childish, Tae," despite walking over to the red ball and picking it up anyway. He very quietly tosses the ball into the air and catches it while Jimin meanders in the opposite direction, distracted by some graffiti on Yoongi's busted living room wall. 

"Hey, Chim!" Jeongguk shouts.

Yoongi, who has begun slowly gravitating toward Jimin, watches as Jimin sighs and turns, shouting, "What, now?"

Jeongguk chucks the ball, and Jimin recoils this time, lifting his hand in order to deflect it. Except, without thinking, Yoongi reaches up and stops the ball in mid-air. Then, realizing his mistake, he quickly drops it. 

If Yoongi could breathe, he would be holding his breath. He feels anxious as his gaze moves between Jimin and his curious friends, whose expressions are frozen with shock. Jimin's hand had lifted just in time for the ball, but Yoongi managed to exert just enough of his spiritual energy to stop it. 

"Holy shit!" Jeongguk shouts, breaking the tense silence. 

Jimin's hand still hovers in the air, and he glances at it curiously. "What…just happened?" he asks. 

"You're fucking Magneto!" Jeongguk shouts. "That's what happened."

Taehyung sighs, stepping closer and picking up the red ball, which had rolled in the direction of his feet. "Magneto can only control metal, Jeongguk. Like a magnet…it's in his name."

Jeongguk shakes his head, mind clearly working on overdrive. "Right, right, right," he mutters under his breath, seemingly searching somewhat frantically for something other than busted concrete and dust to throw at his friend next. "You're like…Jean Grey then."

As Jimin finally begins to lower his hand, the stunned expression remains on his face, and he begins to glance around at eye level as if he suspects there may have been some kind of invisible force that helped him. If Yoongi had a heart, it would sink as Jimin looks right at him – right through him. His eyes are sad and curious, and Yoongi longs so badly to just reach out and touch him. 

"You have to do it again!" Jeongguk exclaims.

"Can you do it again?" Taehyung softly asks. 

"I…" Jimin mutters, brows knitting as he shakes his head. "No, I—I don't know what happened, but I am definitely not—"

"Think fast!" Taehyung shouts, causing both Jimin and Yoongi to sigh. Jimin reaches his hand up and, without giving it another thought, Yoongi also reaches his hand out, stopping the ball right in front of Jimin's open palm.

This time, when Jimin's eyes search the air right where Yoongi stands, Yoongi fumbles and drops the ball. He had meant to hold it up as a show to Jimin's friends, but even Jimin's unknowingly undivided attention makes him panic. If Yoongi had a heart, it would be going wild right now. 

"How the fuck…" Jeongguk mutters, at the same time Jimin – whose eyes have not left the space Yoongi occupies – mutters, "Who the fuck…"

"Pick it back up," Taehyung insists. "With no hands."

"I can't—" Jimin begins but Jeongguk whines, "Just try!"

Jimin sighs and squats in front of the ball, which has been rolled over to Jimin's feet by one of his friends. Yoongi also squats. 

All is quiet as Jimin holds his hand out in front of the red ball. He mutters, "This is so stupid," under his breath while chewing on the inside of his mouth. Yoongi wonders if that is a nervous tick of his – wonders what other nervous ticks he may have. 

Jimin knits his brow and Yoongi snaps back to what he is meant to focus on: the ball. He reaches out and slowly begins to lift the red ball with both hands, ever so slightly. Jimin gasps softly while his friends begin to shout. 

"How—" Jimin mutters as his eyes lift to Yoongi again and glance around the space, searching. 

"This is crazy!" Jeongguk shouts.

"How did we never know you could do this?" Taehyung asks. 

Jimin clicks his tongue and drops his hands, making Yoongi drop the ball, as well. "I can't do this," Jimin snaps back. "Obviously there is some kind of supernatural force at play."

"There's no such thing as supernatural forces," Jeongguk responds, sounding like an annoyed schoolchild. 

This makes Jimin laugh. His eyes become little crescent moons, and Yoongi thinks he has never seen anything so beautiful in his life, nor his afterlife. 

"You don't believe in ghosts but you believe in telekinesis?" Jimin argues, amusement shaking through every word. "Even though it was your idea to come through the haunted Min property? Make it make sense!"

Hearing Yoongi's name pass Jimin's lips makes him gasp. 

"Pick it up again," Jeongguk insists. 

Jimin sighs. 

Yoongi smiles. 

After a moment of hesitation, Jimin holds his hands out, just as he had done before. The ball only rolled about a foot away when Jimin dropped it, and he leans forward. 

Yoongi also leans forward, and when he picks up the ball, Jimin must think twice, because he begins to lower his hands. Before Yoongi has a chance to lower the ball to match Jimin's movement, their energies overlap. 

It is so brief and so faint, but Jimin's fingertips fall right into Yoongi's energy, passing through the side of his hand. All of his energy tingles, from his fingertips to his toes, and he drops the ball entirely when he realizes Jimin must have felt something, as well. 

This time, when Jimin gazes right in his direction, Yoongi has to fight the urge to materialize on the spot and make his presence known. In the past, when he has been particularly moody about guests in his home, he has materialized just to scare the shit out of them. That is one of the reasons his old home has such a reputation for being haunted, almost a decade later. 

Jimin's lips part as if he is about to say something, when Taehyung asks, "Jimin? Are you okay?"

In a blink, Jimin clears his throat and says, "Yeah, sorry. Thought I felt something."

"Okay, well," Jeongguk complains impatiently, "pick it up again."

Jimin sighs but smiles, shaking his head slightly as his gaze passes over Yoongi again and then returns to the ball. He holds his hands out and pretends to concentrate, and Yoongi reaches out and picks up the ball. 

A bright flash fills the space, making Yoongi drop the ball while Jimin heavily blinks and frowns, looking up at his friends. 

"I got it!" Jeongguk cheers. "Proof that Jimin is Jean Grey!" 

"You can hardly tell the ball is even lifted," Taehyung bickers. "From the angle it looks like it could still be on the floor."

While the two of them argue, Jimin continues to search the space. He holds out his hand, palm facing Yoongi, and without giving it any thought, Yoongi returns the gesture by holding his hand up and ever so slightly touching their palms together. 

"Heol," Jimin mutters, eyes widening. "I knew it."

The other two continue to bicker while Jimin sits and stares, smile slowly creeping over his face. If Yoongi had a heart, it would be aching. All he wants is to say something back or materialize fully and let Jimin see him. But what kind of a relationship could be had between a human trespasser and a ghost who refuses to leave his own home?

"Jimin-ssi!" Jeongguk shouts, "we have to do it again. I need a better picture."

"We are not taking another picture," Jimin says, rolling his eyes. "I promise you, I am not Jean Grey."

As the three friends argue, Yoongi stays squatted, eyes trailing from Jimin to the ball. He feels a deep, overwhelming sadness that has only compounded in the years since his death. Loneliness. Grief. But he also feels happy. Although he knows it would not be a good idea for Jimin to see him, he thinks that it is okay if he lets Jimin feel him a little more. 

"Just do it one more time!" Jeongguk insists. 

"No pictures," Jimin responds, to which Jeongguk quickly adds, "My phone is in my pocket!"

Jimin sighs, Yoongi sighs, and they both reach for the ball. 

"Are you ready, ghost friend?" Jimin asks so quietly that Yoongi wonders if he may have misheard. 

But he knows he has not misheard because Jimin stares right at him – right through him – with a smile. If Yoongi had a heart, it would be soaring.

Ghost friend. Yoongi likes the sound of that. 

happy halloweeeen!!! 🎃👻🍂

i hope you enjoy this little drabble! i have a few more on the way. submissions for this event are closed, but i hope to do it again, next year!!!

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[corrodedcoffinkid]

could you do a fic about eddie dealing with teachers refusing to accommodate him?

“Edward Munson, I said put them away.”

“But I-”

“Put them away!”

Eddie sighs sadly as he takes off his headphones. The class is really loud today, and he couldn’t concentrate. Too bad Mrs. O’Donnell didn’t really care about his ability to pay attention.

Eddie’s eyes look anxiously around the room as he hears what has to be thousands of sounds. The chalk on the chalkboard, the buzzing of the fluorescent lights, the whispers about his pleading with the teacher… it all comes crashing down on his senses.

So, he doodles. He takes out a piece of paper and begins doodling instead of jotting down notes. It didn’t matter- he’s taken this class twice already. He’s halfway into his drawing of ‘Eddie the Brave’ before the paper is snatched off of his desk.

Mrs. O’Donnell balls up the paper before tossing it into the trash. “What did I tell you about paying attention in my class?” she asks rudely, eyes wide with rage.

Eddie breaks eye contact, choosing to look at his feet instead. “My Uncle told Principal Higgins that drawing helps me concentrate. Higgins was supposed to tell you.”

“I can’t possibly see how doodling away useless nonsense about fairytales helps you concentrate! Whatever you’re doing isn’t working, and I’m positive I’ll be seeing you in my class again next year!”

Eddie’s hands clench, and his eyebrows knit together. “Well maybe if I could sit in this fucking class for longer than five goddamn minutes before you start targeting me, I could actually fucking pay attention.”

“Edward Munson, Principal’s Higgins’ office now!”

Eddie grabs his book bag and slings it over his shoulder. “Thank God! Maybe they’ll fucking suspend me and I won’t have to see your wrinkly, fucked up face for a week or two.”

Eddie pushes open the door to the Higgins’ office, and slings his back into the floor. “You know the number by now, Higgins. Please, humor my uncle and tell him that he needs to come all the way down here because I cussed out a teacher.”

Half an hour later, Eddie finds himself sitting next to his uncle in the principal’s office.

“Suspended for four days… won’t tolerate this type of behavior… unacceptable attitude…” is all Eddie really retains. Uncle Wayne sits in silence until the principal is done with his spiel. Then, he says, “None of you at this school know nothing about autism, do ya?”

“Sir, autistic or not-”

“My boy needs those headphones and those drawings to even think about learning, and you’re rippin’ ‘em out of his hands and expecting him to learn? You’ve lost your goddamn minds! I had to take off work to listen to a grown ass adult bully my nephew! This is ridiculous!”

Wayne grabs Eddie, and leaves, ignoring whatever Principal Higgins is saying in response. Eddie grabs his headphones, and pulls them over his ears. “So…” he says quietly, buckling his seatbelt, “Ice cream?”

“Son,” Wayne sighs sadly, “I’m sorry. I’d pull you out of this school in a heartbeat if I could.”

Eddie shrugs. “I’m survived this long. It’s okay, old man, really.”

“Well, you’re not in trouble in my book. I think you deserve some damn ice cream. What do you say?”

Eddie smiles, looking at his uncle in admiration. “Chocolate?

“If you insist, boy, if you insist.”

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[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Eddie Munson (12/13)

Word count ; 4.0k

*Edited.

I rolled the duct tape around the hilt of the gun, fully attaching the flashlight to it. The upside down was dark and musty and dank, so any source of light would be greatly appreciated. Beside me, in tow with Eddie, Dustin was banging nails into trash bin tops. I often glanced over, knowing how clumsy he could be. The two were still on bad terms, and understandably so. Even I was confused at how I did a complete one-eighty. Eddie was either just that charming or I was just that stupid. Perhaps both.

Dustin grabbed another nail while I set the shotgun beside me. A yawn escaped my mouth as I reached for my own finished shield, overlooking it. The boys were finishing up to, and Eddie let out a shaky but satisfied sigh.The game plan, at this moment, was simple. Get in, distract, and get out. Eddie, with his mighty guitar skills, would be the head. But he couldn’t just do it alone. I wouldn’t do it with him alone and Dustin wouldn’t either, so we both would stick with him.

He was still a creep, so…

Eddie, with a smug and serious expression, hopping to his feet. We watched in amusement as tried it out.

“How’s she feeling?” Dustin asked.

“Light. But durable.” With a grin, he pushed it up into the air. He had a certain heroic sparkle in his eyes. “Deadly.” He lowered it, leaning back. “But reliable.”

Dustin released a chuckle, and I couldn’t resist an amused grin. Eddie was beaming when he noticed some of the anxiety rolled off my shoulders. He knew I was in a constant state of emotional distress and that, even if I admitted I had a small little crush on him, he shouldn’t go pushing his limits too much.

He stepped up on the cart and pointed at both of us. I quirked a brow and Dustin tilted his head up to witness his prophetic preaching. “Hear me now. There will be no more retreating…” his voice returned to normal “…from Eddie the Banished.”

Dustin, not as stressed as earlier, also stood up. He held up his own shield, a toothy grin - yes, he eventually grew in those front teeth - stretching across his face. “Hey, you’re really ready for bat-tle.” His mouth widened and he especially aimed the pun toward me.

I rolled my eyes and chuckled, while Eddie deadpanned incredulously.  Dustin also sought Eddie’s laugh, releasing a high-pitched and fake one. He found amusement in how unfunny Eddie found it, the man twisting his arms. After a few seconds of no acknowledgement of the terrible pun, Dustin expanded,” You get it? Battle.”

Eddie still eyed him up and down clearly thinking poorly of the kid’s sense of humor. Dustin sighed, and while they were staring one another down, I rose to my feet. I looked it over but let it sit on the ground, stealing Dustin’s hat. He let out a grunt of annoyance and stole it back, which made a grin tug on my features.

“B-A-T.”

Still, nothing. Eddie and Dustin both plopped the shield on the ground’ and gave me a look that screamed ‘how are you two related.’ I sent him a wink, which immediately made him seize up and return his attention to my brother.

“No…?”

Suddenly, Eddie rammed himself playfully into Eddie. I yelped, hopping out of the way. Laughter broke out between the pair. Dustin tried his best to push back but Eddie was much stronger. I noticed - although I really shouldn’t have at all - that Eddie’s shirt rode up and his pants slightly down, revealing both his lower back and just barely the hem of his boxers. I instead diverted his attention and lifted one of the light-weight swords from the ground, bouncing it in my hand.

Dustin grunted loudly, and as they swerved, Dustin stumbled back. “Son of a bitch!” he exclaimed.

Eddie had a wide grin on his face, and I could feel the others watching. Some in concern, but the general consensus was that they were play-fighting. It didn’t take more than a second, though, for Dustin to dive back toward the man. Eddie was caught off guard, chuckling loudly.

Eddie was barely trying, while Dustin was putting his heart and out into it. Eddie watched me watching them, and I sent him a basfhul smile. His eyes widened and another blush spread across his face like wildfire. This momentary distraction was enough for Dustin to grip at Eddie’s underwear and start pulling.

“No wedgies, no wedgies!” Eddie bellowed, playfully panicked.

Everything ceased and Dustin pulled away. Eddie didn’t, though, gripping the back of Dustin’s neck and patting him affectionately. He looked so happy. Even with everything that happened, seeing Eddie so… normal made me forget all of his flaws and faults.

“Never change, Dustin Henderson.” He paused momentarily, and it was like Dustin’s expression lit up. Eddie moved some of his curls out of his mouth, and he almost looked sad and regretful for a moment. “Promise me?”

Dustin was taken aback. So was I. He shook his head slightly as Eddie panted quietly. 

“…Wasn’t planning on it.”

There was a brief pause and I could tell emotions were stirring. This moment was nice. But it was still dubbed as the calm before the storm, and we knew it. Eddie patted the side of his hair one last time, his smile fading slightly.

“Good.” And when they both picked dup on the depressive mood, he tilted his head and his expression morphed into that insane smile he had. “Go-o-od.”

“Y - yeah,” Dustin stuttered in between his chuckling fit. “Good.”

Eddie distanced himself and took a few steps toward the rest of the group. There was a new pep in his step. “Hey, Sinclairs! How are those, uh, spears coming on?”

“Good!” Lucas shouted back.

“What’s it to you, weirdo?” Erica also commented.

Eddie laughing, clutching at his stomach. I noticed out of the corner of my eye though, that Dustin grabbed an extra sword, swinging it to get my attention. I gasped, pointing it at my adorable little brother. We sent each other playful glares.

“Are you challenging me to a duel, baby bro?” I chirped mischievously.

“Only if you have the guts, sis!”

No other words were exchanged as the swords clashed against one another. The moments were still slow and careful, and neither of us purposely caught one another off guard. We held the swords at arms’ length just in case, but none the less, the clashing of metal was entertaining.

Dustin paused, making me do the same. However, the sword was suddenly wrenched from my hold by another perpetrator and was tossed to the ground a few feet away. A shrill shriek escaped but quickly dissolved into giggles as Eddie’s arms securely wrapped around my waist and I was hoisted into the air. 

“Eddie, that’s a total foul!” Dustin groaned in feigned annoyance.

“Worth it,” Eddie exclaimed, turning in circles and taking me with him as I grasped at his callous ringed hands.

I suddenly kicked his knee. He yelped and collapsed onto the ground taking me with him. It was slightly painful, seeing as my entire body was pretty fucked up, but laughs escaped regardless. Dustin also kneeled on the ground, grinning wildly.

Eddie rolled off of me and released so that I could also turn onto my back. His arm fell onto the soft grass next to me, and our fingers ghosted over one another. My face was covered in dirt and my hair was a mess from the interaction, but I was still beaming. It hurt from how hard I was smiling.

Suddenly, Dustin leaned over me and his hands attacked my stomach. I gasped and screeched again. Dustin started tickling me. I tried writhing and I urned on my side while curling my knees to my chest, but he just attacked even further.

“Take that, sis!”

“P - please! Have mercy, Dustin the dutiful!” I gasped.

Eddie roared out in laughter, sitting up and using his hands for support. He watched the scene as Dustin withdrew his hands. However, briefly, he threateningly shot his arms back out, making me flinch. I finally gasped and fell back onto the grass, hands outstretched. I was sweating from fighting for my life, but even so, it was such a fun time.

“Dustin the dutiful. I kind of like that,” he boasted, puffing his chest out and he repositioned himself to sit criss-cross applesauce. “I could get used to it.”

“What’s my nickname, sweetheart? Got one in mind?”

I quirked a brow and smirked. “Oh, you wouldn’t like them very much. I can come up with variations of ‘creep,’ ‘weirdo,’ and ‘freak,’ but the tamest that comes to mind is Eddie the Total Dumbass. It has a nice ring to it, huh?”

Eddie clutched at his heart and fell back onto the grass. “Oh, how you wound me, Y/n the Stunning.”

“It’s deserved, Eddie the Creep,” Dustin snickered.

I leaned over Eddie, eyeing him up and down. I was quick to lean back, though. Eddie caught onto it and sat right up. Before Dustin and I could eye him, he grabbed at my neck and pulled me over, planting a quick kiss on my cheek.

I gasped and swatted him away instantly. I sent him a glare that should’ve been more than playful, but even Dustin laughed. Eddie smirked and wrapped his arms around my waist. A squawk escaped my lips as he brought be down the grass and started tickling my waist.

“N - no, please! End the torture!” I cried out in between roaring snorts and laughter.

“Give me a nicer nickname and I’ll consider it, sweetheart!”

Dustin suddenly straddled both of us, and forced Eddie to stop. Instead, Dustin started tickling Eddie, of whom was quick to turn on the opposite side and try to wrangle free, but Dustin had him trapped. Eddie kept yelping and pawing at Dustin.

“Don’t worry sis! I’ll defend your honor!”

“Oh, my hero,” I dramatically sighed, swatting my forehead in feigned disdain. “Dustin the dutiful to the rescue once again!”

Eddie successfully threw him off. I noticed that Lucas and Erica were practicing with their spears, Max and Nancy were doing their own thing, and Steve and Robin were off hanging out in the trailer. Eddie hopped to his feet, letting out one last squawk. 

“I yield! I yield!”

“Then admit, good sir, that you are a total freak!” I hummed nudging his leg. “Admit it or perish, fool!”

“Yeah!”

Eddie held up his hands in mock defense, a sly grin stretching across his face. One hand then went to his hair and he puffed it out, getting a few torn strands of grass free. Dustin stood threateningly, holding his hands toward Eddie, Brady to either tickle or tackle him again at any moment.

“I say it proudly, that I, Eddie Munson, am a freak,” he bellowed in the deep, cartoonish voice from before. “Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson!”

Dustin lowered his hands, but the moment he did so, Eddie once again darted at the kid and roughhoused with him. Our laughter echoed across the lawn. Things were nice. Things were good. But I dreaded that in a few hours, they wouldn’t be.

~~~

I bid each of my friends a good-bye as they headed back into the upside down. Lucas, Erica, and Max were at the real-life location of the house, and those directions seemed to also jog the adults’ memories. So, that left me, Dustin, and Eddie. I had one shotgun strapped over my shoulder, a sword attached to my waist, lots of duct tape around my exposed body parts, and one of the make-shift shields. Dustin was in a similar state, but Eddie was the primary distraction.

And all he had was his trusty guitar.

“Okay,” Dustin huffed, staring up into the hole. “We’re all ready, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Eddie was quiet from beside me, biting the inside of his mouth. He suddenly sighed. “I guess I’ll do the honors. Uh, pass over my baby once I’m through.”

With what upper body strength he had, he climbed up the sheet with ease. He fell onto the other side, letting out a mewl when he lands on his back. It wasn’t as painful as it could’ve been, but it was surely uncomfortable. I pulled over a chai and set it on the mattress, hoisting items through one at a time. And then, finally, it was me and my brother’s turn to go through.

Eddie made it a point to catch me, and Dustin couldn’t help but comment about how rude he was for letting his ‘lost little sheep’ fall alone. It raised the mood temporarily but we all still ended up being serious and concerned.

Eddie glanced over the equipment. “Uh, I’m going to start setting up outside. You… let me know when they’re at the house. I’ll be back.”

That left me and Dustin to our lonesomes, checking out the weapons. We could hear various creaks on the roof, but other than that, Eddie was miraculously doing a good job at keep quiet. We both leaned against the counter, and I couldn’t help but look my brother over, frowning.

“Hey, Dustin?”

His eyes met mine. He strained a toothy grin, although it took no more than a second to falter. “Yeah?”

I wasn’t sure how much I could muster without getting emotional. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and rubbed affectionately. “…I love you. Don’t forget that, alright?”

“I love you too, sis.”

We stared at one another, emotions we wouldn’t admit to out loud swirling in our orbs. Eddie came in silently at some point, looking just as dismal as us, but we paid him no mind. However, as quiet static came from the walkie-talkie, we all jumped up expectantly.

“Alright, guys. It’s showtime,” Steve piped up.

Eddie, a sort of resolve passing over his expression, nodded. Dustin quickly sent off a reply, and we were off. Even while fully loaded with weapons, I couldn’t help but be anxious. All it took was one bat to ensnare me or one of my friends and we’d be done-zo. 

Dustin turned on the the amp and gave Eddie a nod. He steeled himself, eyes flickered to me. He grasped at his necklace, about to turn away.

“Y/n, this is for you.”

And, just like that, he let out one ‘metal’ scream and started strumming the guitar. I jumped from how loud it was. But right away, the red thunder started up. Dustin sat on a bucket while I braced for impact, hoping to shoot some bats down while they came our direction.

Dustin started grinning. It was clear he enjoyed the show. I couldn’t help but like it, either. I wasn’t too familiar with Eddie’s taste in music, although he definitely flaunted it around school. But the passion Eddie exerted with each chord shined through and if I weren’t preoccupied with my gun and also terrified, I would’ve clapped and cheered.

In the distance, bats screeched. He paid it no mind, though, playing like he knew the song like the back of his hand. The words were spoken from the speaker, but Eddie’s electric guitar still shone through. Dustin raised up the binoculars. All joy faded and he became visibly nervous.

“Eddie!” Dustin shouted. The man looked over at us. “Lockdown in T-minus thirty seconds!”

Eddie nodded, still somehow playing the guitar flawlessly. We made brief eye contact, and it was like something in him was resolving much more than simply playing the guitar. I gulped, watching as the bats drew closer. I raised the gun, training it on a closer bat. I shot.

The bat fell, but that was nothing in comparison to the hoard that was coming.

“T-minus twenty!”

Another bat down. I cocked the shotgun again. This was hardly the time to toot my own horn, but damn, my aim was impeccable. 

Eddie then started an insane and very difficult guitar solo. The closer the bats became, the more scared I became. The bats knew where we are by now. It made no sense to linger on the roof. And yet, we did. It was the braver - and certainly stupider - route to take, though.

“T-minus ten!”

Dustin sounded more desperate. And I was certainly more so. I kept shooting, but we were far outnumbered, and it did nothing but shave off a few of the bats. They always came back with more and the amount of bats was uncountable. I never thought I’d see an unlimited amount of anything, but standing here I was staring into an unlimited amount of demo-bats.

Eddie looked almost pained as he kept playing.

“Five!”

The sky was bright red.

“One!”

Eddie stopped,with one final shrieking strum. He was panting profusely, dropping the guitar on the ground. All at once, chaos broke through. Eddie reached over, grabbing my wrist. 

“Go, go, go!” he shouted at the top of his lungs.

He pulled me with him off the roof. We jumped onto the car, the metal clamoring loudly. We ducked into the front, and Eddie pushed me in before securing the gate and locking it. It was right in the knick of time, too, because the bats swooped in and collided. Out of fear, I raised the shotgun and hit some of them.

I didn’t want to waste bullets, and now that we were inside, I could only hope we were in the clear. I stumbled back into the trailer. I put the gun safety on and dropped it, instead switching to something more hands-on. Eddie and Dustin were releasing labored breaths, but I didn’t have time for it. I was focused.

Eddie and Dustin turned to look at each other. My brother managed?” Dude. Most. Metal. Ever!”

He was bouncing, and from habit, Eddie reciprocated. They let out a few excited hollers. Eddie clamped his hands on Dustin’s shoulders, and he shook the kid even more. They were so proud. I couldn’t help but smile. It faded the moment I heard some screeches from above, way too loud to be completely closed off.

We all caught it, staring at the ceiling. There were vents. And the bats were in them. “Shit…!” Eddie cursed as the pair reached for their weapons.

A demo-bat suddenly broke the vent, reaching its tiny claw through. I screeched quickly and attacked, swatting my sword at it. I sliced through the wing but only when Eddie’s sword stabbed through it did it fall through the vent, dead. 

Some others were clearly attempting to crawl through. However, I stuck my sword inside and waved it, cutting any beasts that attempted to break in. Eddie suddenly had some blankets in his hold and motioned for me to let him shove them in.

He did so, despite the resistance of the demo-bats. We all let out sighs of relief, and I was about to recommend we leave, but Dustin’s yes widened in realization. “Eddie, are there any more vents in your place?”

Eddie, just as petrified from the reminder, dashed past me. There were shrieks coming from his bedroom, and just as he reached the door, he slammed it shut. At the same time a winged claw managed to break through, only to be severed completely by the slamming door. He did the same with his uncle’s bedroom.

“Okay, out, out, out!” Eddie roared, knowing the doors wouldn’t hold much longer. He ushered us to the portal and I dropped my weapon. Eddie and I both aided Dustin, and then Eddie started pushing me through. As I fell to the other side, I scrambled. 

But he wasn’t moving. Instead, he sent me a smile, and mustering as charismatic of an expression as he could, blew me a kiss. “Dustin, never change. And Y/n… you know I love you, sweetheart.”

He turned away and picked up some of the weapons. Realization dawned on me and my brother, and a scream tore at my throat. “Eddie, no!”

Eddie ran off. It was like my body wasn’t in control. I didn’t realize I harbored such upper body strength, but I pulled myself through. I didn’t even care about my throbbing ankle. Eddie had dashed through the front door of the trailer and had attracted all of the bats’ attention leaving me to my shotgun, a sword, and a shield. But I could hardly carry the shield.

“Y/n! Come back! Please, don’t do this!” Dustin sobbed from the portal, still struggling to pull himself through.

I sent him a strained smile. “Dustin, we’ll be right back. Just… stay safe, little bro.”

Dustin continued to cry, but I mentally muted him. I ran out, and it was just in time to see the hoard chasing after Eddie Munson. God forbid, he was a creep and a stalker and it would do me good to let him be a total idiot and get himself killed. But I physically couldn’t. The thought of any harm befalling the man hurt me.

So, I started running. My ankle could give out at any moment, but I didn’t care. My legs burned as I chased, and I suddenly screamed,” Come here, bitches! You want me more than him, don’t you?”

Some of the bats turned my direction. I came to a halt and grit my teeth. I cocked the shotgun and started shooting. One by one, the demo-bats fell.My vision was blurry from tears, and I heard Eddie shout for me to get out in the distance. But I wouldn’t listen. I couldn’t.

I wasn’t about to let Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson die. Not on my watch.

Somehow, I shot down at least fifteen. But it was then, as I cocked and shot and nothing came out, that I realized I’d used up all the bullets. Just then, a scream tore at my throat. I shouted for Eddie and I heard a crash in the distance. Some bats were still coming for me, but the majority were hot on Eddie’s trail.

I took out my sword. I barely had any cover, but I slashed them. I tried running past to make it in Eddie’s direction. But only the, as he came into view, did I realize that we were totally fucked. An entire tornado of demo-bats were closing in on us, forcing us closer together.

So there we were. Eddie Munson and I in an impossible situation. Backs against one another as Eddie raged fearfully, and I cried softly. The bats had is locked in. But at the bare minimum, Eddie had a little more protection than me. So, it truly was time for the final bat-tle. 

Pun intended.

#yandere #x reader #x y/n #self insert #yandere slashers #yandere x reader #yandere stranger things #eddie stranger things #stranger things s4 #stranger things #netflixs #eddie x reader #eddie munson #yandere eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson st4 #stranger things netflix #stranger things season 4 #stranger things season four #eddie my beloved

[zodiacs-web]

I never request from anyone so this is weird, but i am desperate bc theres nothing :'/

What about Qin Shi Huang with a fem!reader who kind of reminds him of his mother?

Smile/outfit/long hair (pls the long ass hair, i am a sucker for long asf hair😩)

But she is chaotic,careless,doesnt take anything seriously,laughs all the time, and flirts with everyone and everything.

(But not the submisive "blushes😳💅🏼" type, if he tries to flirt with her she'll be like "careful boy, i am ovulating😩" like a sly confident,'arrogant'(for humor purposes) strong beautiful woman who was also a fighter(¿???

Basically the: "the world could be ending, but i am going to spend my last minutes in bliss with this margarita" "he can be a psycho but he can also be really hot" "I think i just busted an ovary" "Omfg i am so hot" "Are you the EmpEror? NOBODY TOLD ME HE WAS THIS FINEEEE- CHINA TAKE ME WITH YOU"

But the similarities she has with his mother is that despite enjoying annoying people,having no morals and doing whatever she wants, her actions aren't actually damaging and she's honest and purely kind at nature(but you never get to see the kindness?)

I'm sorry, i am a very detail oriented person so i wanted to make sure i described it right, sorry if it's too much i kinda got carried away

I currently have my corrector in spanish so forgive my weird english

Have a wonderful day Queen👀❤

My Type of Queen

𖥔 Qin Shi Huang x F!Reader

𖥔 Synopsis: Chaotic reader

𖥔 What's in the web: swearing, dialogue from the ask, unedited

𖥔 A/n: I love the way you worded your request anon. You have a wonderful day as well!

𖥔 Reblogs are Appreciated!

Arrogant winds flown from the bottom of the mountain, a long day after keeping the guards grubby hands off a rich man. You spotted the nearest and familiar little cart that always housed you. Long hair swung from side to side as you finally made it to the area with your body in hazardous pain.

"What a fuckin' pain! Hey! Baldie, gimme your special!" You groaned as you sat on the flimsy wooden chair.

"Haha! (Y/n), always having a mouth against me. Anyways, how've ya been?"

"I've been doing well. But the man was loaded with riches, and YET, he tried to scam me by giving me half of what he offered. After all that help, and he does THIS!! Ugh."

"I bet he was a pain! No one can get past you with that attitude." He laughed as he passed a plate of peking roasted duck to the woman.

"Thanks, baldie!"

"You're never gonna drop that nickname, are ya?"

Giving him a signature smile, you grabbed the chopsticks and started prodding at the duck. The cut pieces shone as you moved them off the plate and into your mouth. A pleasure filled sigh left your lips as the flavors of the duck filled your senses. Suddenly, you remember something from the encounter again.

"Hey! Ya know, he also tried to flirt with me." The man before her nodded, amusing you in any way. "He got his panties in a twist when I did it back to him. Saying women shouldn't act like this. Shut up!"

The man laughed, knowing your arrogant nature was somewhat disbelieving, yet amusing. You then slowly chewed on your duck, feeling an unusual yet strong presence growing near. The sounds of those around you quickly caught your attention. They let out gasps from the sight before them.

You grabbed hold onto the shelf, that hung out of the cart, and leaned back. The view of people covering the street pissed you off like make some room, your view is more important. You leaned back into your original position and stared as the baldie prepared even more food.

That could either mean two things: 1) Somebody important was nearby or 2) there's a festival and he could get money from both. Doesn't matter. After all, his way of living was in the trash can. A giggle left your lips as you went back to feasting on your duck.

As you ate, the whispering and moaning of the crowd grew louder. Covered eyes stared in dread as your appearance quickly entered his view. You looked just like her, the hair, the outfit and smile all looked just like her.

Though some parts of you were much different yet, that didn't change anything. Of course, his curiosity got to him. Despite the fact that he was going to dine in another place that was much more rich and fancier for him, according to his advisors.

Silently, he sat down on one of the chairs next to you, eyes giving glances to you as the cover helped him hide it. Soldiers positioned themselves around him. You stared down at the duck while you saw him in your peripheral view. Slowly chewing on the soft skin before swallowing it to start a conversation.

"Who're you? And what're ya doin' causing a ruckus here?" You interrogated him all while grabbing a piece of duck and shoving it into your mouth.

"Me?" He grabbed a small menu from shelf in front of him, skimming it as he pondered. "I just wish to feast, why does my status matter?"

"You brought a town to us. Why doesn't your status matter?" You responded, body turning to face him.

You were serious, and you never got this serious so fast. There was just something about this guy who screamed, "Well, everything." But there was this curiosity too that made you want to know more about him.

"What are the soldiers here for?"

"Protection," He responded.

Your eyes glared at the man causing the soldiers to tense.

"Hey sir. I think I'd like Xiao longbao (soup dumplings)."

Baldie nodded before preparing the dumplings.

"How important are you that you need soldiers?"

"Well, as an emperor, I think all the protection I can get."

The emperor.

"You're the emperor!!!?? Ah~ I NEVER KNEW YOU WERE SO FINE~ HEY! HEY! TAKE ME WITH YOU!!!"

Your sudden outburst caught him off guard as well as his soldiers. You acted so different, that was he expecting just a few seconds ago. The serious type that turned out to be so chaotic, yet so lovable. He just loved the energy you gave. A smile decorated his face as he relished in it.

"What makes you think I'll take you?"

"I'm hot. Don't you see?"

Baldie laughed, the emperor taking a glance before looking back at you.

"Heh. That's true. Maybe I can take you in some ways."

He smirked, head turning to face you. A grin appearing on your face.

"Oh? Careful boy,...I'm ovulating."

Of course, he was taken aback, again, by your words, you were so out there that he couldn't believe it.

"Before we go on our way, can I perhaps have your name?"

"(Y/n) (l/n). And you, pretty boy?"

"Qin Shi Huang."

#zodiac's web #record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #shuumatsu no walkure #ror #snv #scenarios #ror x reader #snv x reader #qin x reader #ror qin shi huang x reader #snv qin shi huang #record of ragnarok qin shi huang #snv qin shi huang x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie qin shi huang #qin shi huang x reader #qin shi huang #ror qin shi huang #fem reader #female reader

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Jason being soft for apprentice!reader?

"Jason-"

Jason held up his hand to cut off Bruce's protests and smiled a little, "She can't relocate here. And right now she needs me more than Gotham does."

Bruce shut his mouth and nodded slowly, "Is she any better?"

"Not really," he said shaking his head, "but at least she's not losing weight like she was, she's managed to find a few more things she can eat."

He nodded again and exhaled slowly, "How long-"

"As long as it takes," he said shrugging. "She can shorten my commute for me but right now- she doesn't have the energy. And honestly it's bad." Jason raked his fingers through his hair feeling guilty. The month you'd spent struggling had been hard on you. And even if you were doing better now and you didn't blame him- he still hated seeing what it did to you.

"Let us know if you need anything," he said sincerely, feeling a sense of pride. "Like an engagement ring-"

Jason rolled his eyes but his feet shifted anyway, "You know it's not 1950 anymore right?"

"You don't want to marry her?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"She doesn't care one way or the other," Jason snorted. You waited to have sex because you wanted it to be your true love. You wanted to follow that tradition. It wasn't some weird puritanical idea. It was just... tradition. Marriage wasn't necessarily a part of it though.

And as Jason walked out of the study, going to make his way back to your pokey little house, all he can do is shake his head. And he hoped that everything was going to turn out alright. The thought of Jason if anything happened to you... or the baby he was already starting to love, there was going to be hell to pay.

______

Jason led you up the steps and kissed the side of your head, "You okay?"

You nod, mint clicking against your teeth and sigh, "Just tired."

"Sorry sweetheart," he said softly. "We won't stay long and I'll take you home and put you in bed. Alfred threatened me with blackmail if I didn't bring you to Sunday dinner."

"Even if I can't eat it."

Jason snorted and tilted your chin up to steal a kiss before leading you inside to face the onslaught.

It started fine. You accepted hugs and teasing with your usual good humor. Letting Steph and Cass pester you about baby names and make promises to beat Jason up for you if he said anything else stupid. It was almost like it had been, except for the almost visible shock they couldn't quite hide when they saw how breakable you looked.

It got less fine very suddenly when you went to stand up to follow Steph to go look at something she found on the internet that she thought might be bullshit, but she wanted you to try and cast it to see.

You wavered on your feet for just a second and before Jason could make it there to catch you, you crumpled to the floor like paper, your head hitting the floor with a crack that made his stomach turn.

He knelt next to you, and felt your hand as he adjusted you on the floor. It was freezing and he winced.

"What can we-"

"Just a blanket and something with sugar in it- Not orange juice. Not unless you want to watch her puke it back up," he answered, not caring who'd spoken as he shifted you into his arms to carry you to a sofa. "Maybe an ice pack. And a trash can."

He stroked your hair gently and kissed your forehead. All he could do was wait for you to come back around. And when you did, struggling to get up, startled, he held you still. "You fainted," he said quietly, "You're okay. We're gonna get you something and a blanket. Just lay still for a minute."

When you shake your head in protest, he takes the trashcan and sets it down for you, holding your hair out of your face carefully. Glad no one could see the way he cringed every time you dry heaved. "I'm sorry sweetheart," he soothed, taking a box of tissues from Cass with a smile of thanks.

"Oh dear," Alfred said, concerned. Holding a glass of juice in one hand an an icepack in the other.

"It happens," he said exhaling slowly. "I think I should take her home."

"She needs to see a doctor," Bruce started.

"We have a check up tomorrow," Jason said, rubbing your back and handing you tissues so you could wipe you face off before you sat up.

"Ow."

"Why ow?" Jason asked, concerned.

"My ribs hurt," you groan, letting him help you lay back.

Jason offered you the juice, glad it wasn't cold and help you take a sip. "Anything else hurt?"

"Why does my head hurt?"

"You cracked it on the floor pretty good," he said, tucking the blanket closer to you.

You sigh and push the juice away, afraid to drink anything else, "Lame."

"Yeah," he snorted, "A mild concussion is exactly what you needed right now, huh?"

#Jason Todd #Jason Todd xreader #apprentice!reader #ask answered #anon ask #minors dni

[chiefbeifongcanrailme]

Heavy Is The Head

Here's prompt #7: Thinking about how they have all the qualities you'd like in a partner. I'm so close to finishing this series!

Tall.

Lin bit her bottom lip as he walked into the room.

Kind.

His gray eyes shone brighter even than his wide smile.

Sweet.

"Lin, it's good to see you. You look radiant, as usual." he had a standard greeting at this point.

Lin cleared her throat as he took a seat across her desk.

They exchanged a polite nod before Tenzin crossed his forearms in front of him and leaned forward. He tilted his head to one side like a lost polarbear puppy and Lin had to bite the inside of her cheek to stop herself from grinning.

Honest.

"How was your trip?" She asked.

Tenzin sat up in his seat and replied, "It was great! Chameleon bay this time of year is beautiful."

"I told you so." Lin chanced a proud smirk.

"It would've been even more stunning if you were there with me." he said softly.

The Chief raised her eyebrows at that.

"Really," he smiled genuinely as he continued, "Sea and shore aside, the food was delicious- just the way you like it, and the people-"

"You were there for three days, Tenzin." she almost chuckled, "How did you find the time to meet new people? Were the kids not keeping you busy?"

Tenzin caught her mirth, "Well, the kids were the ones making friends with all the locals. Now, I'm going to have to get them each a messenger hawk to write to all their new friends because I cannot afford these long distance radio calls anymore."

Lin rolled her eyes with humor.

"But truly, Lin," he sighed, "Three days, three weeks or even three hours, I missed you so much."

A sense of humor.

"How's Pema doing?"

Tenzin snorted.

She bit her lip to hide her laugh, but Tenzin knew her better.

"She's fine, I am told."

"Oh good." Lin replied with nonchalance.

"I also hear she's got more gray hair than you." he added mischievously.

"Is that supposed to flatter me, master airbender?" she raised an eyebrow playfully.

"I'm just providing you with the facts, Chief Beifong." he gave her a toothy grin.

"Oh, Tenzin." Lin shook her head, "What I would have given to hear you talk about her like that about twenty years ago."

"Oh, my love," he smiled knowingly, "The only thing I could do as much as love you, is trash her."

"Shut up!" She tossed a crumpled piece of paper in his direction.

Patient.

"Would you like to get dinner once you're through with work?"

Lin shrugged, "I don't know, Tenz. I have a lot-"

He ran his fingers between hers on the table and squeezed her hand, "Please?"

Lin huffed, eyeing her trapped knuckles.

"Kuong's?" he suggested.

"Tenzin, I told you, I don't want to move too fast. I want to take my time before I jump into this thing with you again." she sighed, "But spirits, you make it so hard."

"My dear, you're the one making it hard. You're killing me, Beifong." he feigned a lackluster sigh before winking at her.

Lin shook her head, half in adoration and half in utter ridicule for this man.

"You won't let me be with you and I cannot do without you. What's a man got to do?" he asked kindly.

"Grow your hair." she replied in the same beat, "I'd like something to tug on when you.." the salacious grin filled in the blanks.

"Done." Tenzin smirked back.

A head full of hair.

About two months later, within the warm embrace of the other, Tenzin drew out a long breath. Lin was lying on her side, her head on his arm and her hand rising and falling slowly with his chest.

"I can't believe you actually did this," she commented, threading her fingers through the thick brown hair that rippled over his tattoo.

"I would do anything for you." he replied, nuzzling his nose against hers.

"As would I."

"I know," he replied. He placed his thumb on her bottom lip and caressed it slowly.

"Did you know that I'm falling for you now? That I'm in love with you?"

At that, Tenzin ran his arm around her back and pulled her closer to his body.

"And all it took was a head full of hair." she added teasingly.

"You know what they say," Tenzin chuckled as he kissed her shoulder, "Heavy is the head.."

"With hair?" she snorted.

"With Lin Beifong on their mind. You're all consuming, head and heart and I wouldn't have it any other way. I love you." he replied with a kiss to her temple.

#lin beifong #chief beifong #linzin #tenzin #They're just too perfect

[underratedbananawerewolf]

Fictober Day 23

Prompt 23: "No, you won't understand, ever."

Fandom: Honkai Star Rail

Rating: G

Warnings: Tiny mention of a new area in version 1.4

Stelle heard the deep sigh behind her but she ignored it. She had just found another trash can, one she hadn't encountered before. Granted the lid had been frozen on, being in the Pillars of Creation area, but that was no trouble with her strength.

"Stelle," Dan Heng's tired voice reached her ears as sorted through the frozen items that had been thrown away.

Honestly most were automaton parts that were too damaged to repair. Nothing earthshattering. "Hmm?" She hummed in acknowledgement, choosing to show she was at least aware of her friend.

"I thought we had moved past this behavior already."

Stelle straighten to look over her shoulder at him. "The Luofu didn't have trash cans. It was tragic. I have to make up for it in Belobog." Given the serious tone and blank expression it was nearly impossible to tell if she were joking or not.

Of course Dan Heng possessed a similar sense of humor. She could see just the slightest hint of a smile tug at one corner of his mouth. "Really."

"You won't understand." She turned to sort through the can again.

"I thought you would be tired of them by now."

"These are new ones. I have to see if anything interesting is in them. Although there isn't a lot back here."

"Probably because they haven't had this area open for very long." Dan Heng pointed out flatly. "Are you done? We have work to do."

She hesitated and then sighed as she replaced the lid. "I guess so." Laying a hand on it she patted it gently as if it were an animal. "Goodbye. I hope we meet again when I find someone who truly understands your beauty inside."

Honestly the show was primarily for Dan Heng's benefit, the Trailblazer enjoying his reactions. He didn't disappoint with another long suffering sigh. "What I see in you to have you be one of my best friends I will never know."

"My endless curiosity and quick wit."

A snort was the only answer she was given as he walked off. She followed until her eyes spotted a dumpster that was clearly frozen shut. Her friend must have spotted it at the same time given that his hand wrapped around her hand to pull her along. "No."

Stelle sighed in deep disappointment, glancing back over her shoulder. "...fine."

#fictober23 #fictober day 23 #honkai star rail fic

[ragingdumpsterfire]

Sky Blue Sky

Juno Moore-infamous OC

The prompt was escape/memory, so I went with some teenage Juno backstory set circa 2008!

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The shouting reverberated the thin walls, posters and paintings failing to drown out the audible bang that indicated a fist making contact with drywall elsewhere in the house. Shrill tones cut through the music blaring on Juno’s headphones, a last ditch effort to escape a hostile environment. It was the second time this week that the fights had escalated to physical outrage, shards of glass from thrown picture frames buried in the trash as a reminder. Juno’s eyebrows furrowed in frustration as she tried to raise the volume on the current song, sighing as it hit the limit.

“Fuck”, she muttered, resting her forehead down on the papers scattered on the desk. Her current textbook and notes were covered in various colors, absent doodles of a mind that wanted to be anywhere but here. She let the song play, serenading her with the soft guitar and melancholy vocals, turning her head to look out the window, a string of twinkling lights hung carefully around it. A cool breeze rustled the trees, sending orange leaves fluttering to the ground.

…So happy to leave what was my home

With a sky blue sky

This rotten time

Wouldn’t seem so bad to me now…

Sitting back up, Juno closed the textbook firmly, setting it aside, and reached for her backpack. The keychains hanging down jostled and clinked against the various pins decorating the front, and quickly, Juno shoved her sketchbook and some art supplies into the opening, zipping it up. She slid her feet into her Converse, lacing the shoes, and shoved a beanie over her dark, short hair. With her backpack over a shoulder, Juno silently slipped out the window, darting out to the sidewalk, never looking behind her.

Seattle was just a short bus ride away, and Juno always looked forward to having a quiet space at her favorite coffee shop to unwind and focus for a few hours. And besides, there was apparently some new art on the wall of the coffee shop that she wanted to see in person. Before it inevitably got painted over, written off as a nuisance, she thought dryly to herself. Juno rolled her eyes at the thought. There was so much beauty to the art form, and she had a sneaking suspicion that the new batch of art cropping up was done by the same person. It all had the same sense of humor, but also made the viewer think.

A loud sound of brakes brought Juno back to the present, the sound announcing the arrival of her bus. With a sigh of relief, she sat down on the seat, getting comfy for the ride. She couldn’t wait to go back to Seattle.

#the prompt was escape #infamous second son #infamous oc #Juno Moore #my writing #writing

[rxng]

He's humming a cheery tune, sorting trash and picking things up.

The door opens and, oh! It's Skids! Bit early for his appointment. That's fine. Some clients like to get comfortable.

He settles across from his client with a little smile, leaning on the table. "Good evening, Skids. Are you well enough for us to proceed?"

Skids nods, but rather slowly. Must be tired.

"I've set aside these two kits for us to work on today." He continues, pulling forward the Quintuic 5 and Ball Mrk6 kits. "And we'll start from the beginning. If you need to stop, you don't need permission."

"Uh... doc?" Skids says, but Rung continues on, unpacking the Quintuic 6. All Quintesson ships look silly and phallic: Skids does have quite the sense of humor.

"Start when you need to." He chimes, pushing on the table to stand. "I just need my sander. Won't be but a moment."

He has a drawer in his desk filled with tools. He slides it open and...

Oh. Oh, his head. He's staring at nothingness because there's no desk there, and the room is much bigger than he remembers it being and--

He flags against the wall. Skids comes over, carefully plucking him up to set him in the pillows.

"Easy, doc." His client murmurs. "Memory recall can hurt like hell. You got meds?"

"On the windowsil." He groans. Oh, bright. Very bright in here. "Next to the goldfish charm."

Skids fetches that for him, along with a glass of coolant from the stabilizer. That helps, even if only slightly.

The pillows dip. A large shape settles next to him, warm and familiar. He sighs, tries not to think on it, and snuggles in.

#text #ic: skids

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In a new skin chapter 5

It felt like every inch of Chloe’s body was sore from sitting in a plane all day but she would have preferred going through another all day flight than finally facing the end of her journey as the sign for it being safe to leave the plane turned on. She sighed as she undid her belt and stood up to grab her bag before making her way off the plane towards her new start.

When Chloe disembarked from the plane she saw all the signs welcoming people, but Chloe couldn't bring herself to care as she made her way towards the exit where she had been told someone was waiting to pick her up. As she made her way through the airport she couldn't help but feel a small sense of relief from being here and not in Paris anymore. She no longer felt the stares or the judgment for what she did as she stepped onto an escalator that took her down to the ground floor. She wondered if anyone would miss her or be happy she was gone but she just decided to push that thought from her head. She had messed up too much to be forgiven.

Once she reached the bottom she saw multiple people holding signs up with names, though none of them had her name. She continued towards the exit and it was there she saw a new sign.

“What the-?" Chloe said to herself as her brows furrowed and her hands tightened into fists.

The sign was being held by a man in a cowboy hat that clashed with his high end business suit and read: Welcome to America, Parisian Exile

Chloe felt her eye twitch at the mocking sign, her ire growing as she walked over and he smiled like a fool at her.

"I take it you're my new problem?" he spoke with a carefree and humorous tone and a thick Southern accent as he tipped his cowboy hat to her. "Don't worry, the jokes will get better from here on out, Miss Bourgeois, but for now-"

"How do you know I'm Miss Bourgeois?" Chloe asked, mainly to spite him or hopefully throw him off his game since he started it.

"Well you’re blonde, you're dressed like someone fleeing from her home, and most importantly you look just like the several pictures from the news that I was given just in case. I didn't care enough to listen to the debrief on you." His grin widened as he continued to tease her, "Plus if it weren't you, this sign wouldn't have hurt your fragile pride so much."

He winked as he tossed the sign in the trash and began walking towards the exit. Chloe grumbled before grabbing her bag and stalking after him. He walked without a care in the world towards the most hideous looking car she'd ever seen in the parking lot.

"What is that abomination?" she demanded, watching him walk to the driver side and unlocking it before looking to her as he opened the door.

"It's a 1972 Gran Torino and it is a beautiful work of art. Come on in, we have to get you to your new home and settled, so I'll give you the rundown on the way,” the man said as he got into the car.

Chloe frowned but followed suit, clutching her bag close as she got into the passenger seat and buckled up. She watched him start the car and as it roared to life, the engine was quickly drowned out as the ugliest and angerists music started playing. Chloe’s hands leapt to her ears before he turned it down.

“Sorry bout that, Miss. Don't normally have passengers in my car," he said as they began the drive to the city. "Ok, so I'll start this off. I'm Roman, your New Life Program officer, which is a fancy way of saying parole officer honestly. But moving on, you are here because you signed up for the New Life Program. You did this because you or a member of your family was affiliated with a villain. Whether you were the villain or not does not matter, you chose this program so that you can start a new life without anyone knowing where you went or who you are. As such you will have no contact with anyone from your previous life, except for the select few that do know you are here, and outside of that there will be no ifs, ands, or buts about what has been chosen for you.

“We have already picked out an apartment for you where I or one of my fellow heroes will be making regular check-ins at. We have also looked into your career choices, it’s a shame you never got that degree for art, you look like you had a real knack for it,” Roman said as he glanced at Chloe and flashed her an earnest smile. Chloe was stunned by the sudden compliment and could only stare at the dash of his car.

Roman returned his focus to the road as he continued, “Since you did graduate from a teaching program, we have already found you a job at a nearby school. Starting next week you'll be teaching there. We'll have the paperwork and every thing at the apartment. Also, I didn't know what you liked so I just ordered pizza. It should be there hopefully by the time we arrive. Any questions. Miss Exile?" Roman asked, slipping back into his flippant tone. Chloe hugged her bag close to herself and glared at Roman as he smiled and drove.

"Are you just going to treat this like a game?! And don't call me that! It's Chloe Bourgeois, ok Roman?" Chloe snapped as they stopped at a red light.

Roman adjusted his posture and his smile faded as his gaze suddenly sent chills down her spine.

"Would you prefer I be like how you expect me to be treating you? Like a criminal who sided with a villain and so on? I mean is it Chloe Bourgois or Soul Destroyer or Queen Banana? How about Queen Wasp? Or was it Miracle Queen?” Roman said, causing Chloe to shrink with each name he listed off. “I'd prefer we joke around and not point fingers. I’m sure you’ve had enough of people accusing you after what you've been through.” Roman’s tone was solemn and annoyed as the light turned green and he began driving.

"This is America, land of the free, home of the brave, and also lots of heroes and villains. Plenty of which don't care about who you are. Like me, I sure as shiii-” Roman’s words suddenly trailed on as he glanced at Chloe and his cheeks flushed, “Saint Patrick don't care, but I do know it's my job to help ya adjust to your new life and that's what I'm gonna do."

Roman huffed before passing another car, a smile creasing his face again, “So instead, let's have some fun and only be serious when we absolutely need to. Chloe, let’s try this from the beginning."

He held out his hand to her as they came to a stop at a building. His smile still made him look like a goofy fool but she found that this time she couldn't help but smile back as she reached out and shook his hand. In that moment, she suddenly felt more sure about all this than she had before boarding that plane when the sound of an alarm snapped her awake.

Chloe shot up from her bed, blearily looking around her grande suite disorientedly as the sun began to crest over the tops of buildings.

Edited and co-written by GrayNeko

#miraculous fanworks #story #fanfic #miraculous ladybug #chloe bourgeois #juleka couffaine

[chenqing9]

Unintentional Love Story

I just watched the Korean Bl drama (based on a manhua I haven’t read) and really enjoyed it. Since I feel the need to rant about everything I watch here is this trash. I’m rating (out of 5)

Overall - **** Loved the characters and felt very drawn into their conflict. Personally did not love the user plot dynamic or the perceived power differential between the main characters for most of the show but that’s my strong dislike of “daddy” energy and clearly my own problem.

Connection/Romance - ***** The connection between the main couple is what I consider perfect. They fall hard and then stick with it because they can’t do anything else. The care they show each other is sweet, typical bl expressions of affection but what absolutely slays is the eye contact. You got me writhing on the ground over EYE CONTACT? Ok guys you did something right.

Humor - ***** I laughed out loud multiple times. The sprinkling of humor throughout is very good and legitimately unexpectedly funny.

Angst - ***** High complex situational angst holy crap yeah I was very upset in multiple ways at once? Read below for my shameless spoiler rant.

Side Characters - ***** It might not get better than those two fools in love.

Seriousness-to-Fluff scale: Balanced. Oh it’s fluffy alright. Which I believe matches the novel so it makes sense. But it’s also emotionally serious and tackles some real issues (corporate corruption, familial abuse, user-y exes etc.)

My spoiler rant below:

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Alright. The plot. I will be 100%, I hated Wonyoung for a good 2/3 of this series. I’m sorry. I know he’s cute. He’s also a snitch. Yeah… you find someone who’s in hiding to the point that they changed their name? You do NOT report them to the people searching for them my god. What a naive little gfghsagjk. I was entirely in Taejoon’s court and my heart hurt so much when he found out he was being used by the person he loves.

What redeemed Wonyoung for me? Besides something my rabbi said that I have taken horribly out of context, it’s the fact that he grows the hell up. Towards the end he does a complete 180, he’s no longer a desperate tool of the company but a self-determined individual who does not give up on Taejoon despite everything. He even protects him within the company and gives his ex an absolute piece of him mind. When Taejoon is finally at the point where he’s willing to forgive him, so am I.

The relationship between Donghee and Hotae is so fascinating to me. They are both hilarious characters in their own right (Donghee has perfected the dramatic long-suffering gay sigh and Hotae’s puppy-dog attitude is just the cutest paired with his gangster reputation.) Watching them navigate the idea of a real relationship is sweet and painful. Donghee is, I think, so scared. He has been abused by his family for being gay and it’s not clear to me if he wants to protect himself or Hotae or his Auntie or everyone by denying himself. The fact that he has to hold all of that actually makes him the saddest character to me. I’m happy when I see Hotae say things like “I’ll just hang around you for the rest of your life” because that’s what he needs. That level of certainty.

Manager Jung can go grovel in the mud like the slug he is. Actually I like slugs, nevermind.

Finally, Cha Seo Won is so hot. My god, man. Sorry, I am just in awe. He should keep that haircut and wear a trenchcoat at all times.

#unintentional love story #korean bl

[rottmntquotes]

Five Turtles and a Human

Heaven; that's where Leo knew his brothers would be. Where April and Cassandra and his father would be. Everyone in his family would be waiting there for him, arms open wide and mouths raised in smiles from ear to ear, Leo was positively sure of it!

Until he wasn't.

That flash of light and smoldering heat should have been enough to suck the life out of any earthbound creature. It all happened so fast and with such malice, Leo would have laughed if he'd had enough time for his broken sense of humor to set in.

Now, however, Hamato Leonardo found himself facedown on what seemed to be a hard and oddly familiar trash scented surface. A low grumble turned into a soft hiss as Leo shakily lifted himself up to look around for any clues as to where he was. Unfortunately, the action was of no help, considering how Leo saw nothing but buildings on both sides of him.

"I guess that's a start, though." Leo muttered, pushing himself up more and snarling at the still bleeding wound on his side. "Alleyway somewhere in someplace that isn't the afterlife."

Because Leo was very certain that you weren't supposed to feel pain in the afterlife.

"Wait, then that means…" Leo went silent and listened to his surroundings, mouth widening at the sound of happy chatter and bustling cars just feet away from him. "Casey… my sweet baby boy, you did it."

Thunk!

Leo hissed and leapt away from the sound, which was- humorously enough -nothing more than a cat jumping out of the dumpster behind him. Even still, Leo was and knew he would constantly be in a state of fight-or-flight thanks to the Krang invasion. Those horrid monsters- no, demons, ruined Leo's life, and he wished more than anything that he could have seen his boy defeat them.

Speaking of.

"How the fuck am I still alive?!" Leo shouted, not caring who or what heard him. "I'm supposed to be dead!"

No one answered; understandable considering how the adult Slider was in a dark alleyway next to a busy road. The chatter grew livelier and livelier as time passed. Leaving Leo wanting to cry out of both joy and jealousy.

"If only we could have had this reality." Leo whispered, gasping as a pair of footsteps grew closer to the alleyway than he would have liked. It was more than likely just another animal or a stray drunkard, but that didn't stop Leo from backing into the corner that left him nestled between the dumpster and the wall. "Fuck, this is gonna infect my wound."

"Are you sure you heard something down here?" A voice asked, belonging to a young woman, if Leo's ears were correct.

"Yes! I know I did! A deep voice! They sounded hurt!" Replied another voice, a younger male.

"It's probably just a… hobo or something." A third, male voice, more mature in tone yet lacking in empathy. "They get hurt. It's probably got mange or something."

"People don't get mange, Jackson!" The first voice groaned. "Stop being so insensitive!"

Leo grumbled and took the time to sneak into a nearby drain. This was what he was used to. Climbing down into the sewers at the end of a long day and relaxing in his bed, no thoughts or worries about bad guys or the Shredder or alien warlords.

"Those were the days." Leo sighed, grunting with every step down the drain ladder and letting out a chirp of distress upon slipping and falling five feet onto the sewer floor. "Ugh… my body…"

"DON'T WORRY, LEO! WE'LL SAVE YOU!"

Leo gasped and shot up quickly, shocked and delighted to hear none other than his baby brother's voice. His tail wagged and his chest burst into a frenzy of purrs as Leo moved to stand and greet Mikey, yet he stopped upon seeing not only the younger version of his baby brother, but also the younger versions of his twin and-

"Raph?" Leo gasped, his voice soft and full of disbelief. "Is it… really you?"

"I… you…"

"UGH! I'M FUCKING OLD!"

Leo would have laughed if his body hadn't decided to force shutdown then and there.

#RotTMNT #Rise of the TMNT #Five Turtles and a Human #This is Before FTaaH Leo Identifies as “Meemaw Leo”