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ANA! ANA MY LUV!! idk much about miguel (a travesty i knoeww) but i saw ur fratboy post n now i cant stop drooling at the idea of fratboy!miguel introducing u to his frat buddies!! being so possessive: holding ur waist or pulling u to his lap; kissing ur neck even when his friends are right there. oh my goddd im gonna sob hes so!!!

SUNNY?! I AM BITING MY FIST OMG HE’D SOOO FREAKING POSSESSIVE UGH I LOVE IT WHEN YOU ARE RIGHT

bby you HAVE to hop on the miguel simp train!! HE IS SO FINEEEE😩😩

it was around after the third date when miguel nervously asked you to come to the frat house to meet his brothers. he didn’t want to overwhelm you of course, he knew how annoying and pushy his brothers could be but still, he would love for them to get to know you just as he had when he was with you,

you saw how nervous he got, but you assured him by squeezing his hand and telling him that you were okay with that. he smiled in return, kissing you softly on the lips as a thank you,

“i never express any gratitude towards anyone in my life except my parents but i want to thank you so much for finally saying yes, it was fucking annoying to hear him yapping about you non-stop. all of us had enough of his corny shit”

one of his frat brothers, glen had mentioned. feigning a relief expression while he smirked at miguel who gave him the finger,

“i literally thanked Jesus when i heard him going on a date with you, y/n! you are our life savior”

miguel threw his head back in annoyance, groaning at how his frat brothers continued to spill his secrets. but you giggled instead, looking over at him who avoided your gaze out of pure embarrassment.

“what else did he do?”

miguel shot you a warning look, “don’t encourage them, muñeca! they’d go all the way out!”

“oh believe me, we have many” beck had answered, playfully snickering at the amount of times miguel had ranted about you. “which one do you want to hear? one where he talked about you while he was high? or one where it was late at night—“

“fuck off, kingsley!” miguel had interrupted before he got too far, in which beck put his hands up in defense.

miguel snaked his arm around your waist, giving your hip three taps to prompt you to sit on his lap which you obliged.

you happily plopped yourself down on one of his thick thighs. he helped you with shifting your body into a comfortable position with your legs crossed.

the rest of the boys sat in the living room, piling in the same area as they all stared at the two of you. millions of questions running through their minds, desperate to know if miguel somehow blackmailed you into agreeing to go out on a date with him or something worse,

miguel sensed the stares from his brothers and, to be frank, it was quite uncomfortable. though he knew for sure they wanted to know the same thing.

“are you guys wondering how i got to take her out or what?”

they all responded with a ‘yes’ in unison, making him rub his temple and you smiled

“so? what did he do, y/n? because i’m starting to think this is a joke”

“could be. i mean, carlos went all 110% for a girl when she rejected his offer the first time” glen shrugged, earning a frown from carlos himself,

“i did not—“

“yes you did. you stood outside of the campus library with a boombox over your head” one boy chimed in while sipping his beer,

“okay see, i was—“

“oh! and remember when he threatened to pull his—“

“shut the fuck up! focus! we’re not here for me but for them!” carlos gestured his hand at both miguel and you. “can we leave my shit behind? that would be great”

carlos's cheeks went beet red as the other guys teased him for it, beck patted him on the back and told him that it was nothing to be ashamed of but carlos only swatted his hand away,

you found it so endearing at how the frat guys were so playful and funny with each other. typical boys will be boys type of thing. they were definitely far more different than when you see them during parties,

“well to be honest, he really didn’t have to do anything” you simply replied, tucking a hair behind your ear. “but definitely persistent, in the most politest way and less creepier though”

“you saying what i did was creepy?” carlos pointed at himself with a defeated look,

“i mean, if you had to ask then yeah”

the rest erupted in a peal of loud laughter while carlos’s shoulders slouched. propping his back against the chair with his arms crossed, a chorus of ‘see?’ and ‘i told you so’s’ made you laugh,

miguel settled his elbow on the armrest, eyes glinted with adoration whilst his mouth stretched into a lovesick grin. he watched how you managed to pull joy out of them and there’s nothing he’s appreciated more than that,

the way you threw your head back as another cute giggle escaped you while holding onto his shoulder for balance was enough to make his heart ponder,

“man, you’ve got wicked sense of humor, y/n—say if shit went sideways between the two of you, just know I’m available”

miguel frowned upon hearing that as his nose scrunched up in disgust as he leapt the nearest pillow at his brother’s direction for that comment. he wrapped his arm around your waist far more protectively,

“watch it” he warned, glaring at him. he knew it was a joke but he still didn’t like how that sounded, “i’ll kick your fucking ass, monty”

upon seeing that, your hand moved to find his cheek, lightly tapping his chin with your finger to get him to look at you,

“easy there, big boy” your words soothed him in seconds, especially when he heard his favorite nickname leaving your mouth, "I'm with you"

the confirmation made him giddy and his heart blossomed,

he moved dangerously close to your ear to whisper before kissing the back of it making you giggle. “you look so pretty tonight, muñeca” miguel dragged his fingertips up and down your exposed thigh, then squeezed the soft flesh. “so so pretty— do i get to see you in this dress more often?”

the question came off too excited despite his best trying to hide it, again, if there was nobody around, he'd actually take you right there and then.

you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “but I thought you like me better when i’m naked?”

“oh there’s no doubt about that, mi amor” he winked with a chuckle, “am i… about to get lucky tonight?”

“you might” a seductive response laced on your tone, winking at him as he squeezed your waist before

the boys let out a couple of groans and fake puking sounds at the sight, but the two of you remained still in your element,

''you guys make me sick" glen protested, shaking his head before getting up from the chair to walk away but you caught a small smile on his face,

"jealous you don't have a girlfriend, mayback?" miguel teased at him, glen only threw him the middle finger before cracking another can of beer from the kitchen,

the rest of the boys followed his actions after, not before congratulating miguel on scoring with you.

the word girlfriend made you bulldozed, eyes darted toward his smiling proud face before yours stretched into one as well,

"i'm your girlfriend?"

his smile faltered after he soon realized what he had just called you, he swallowed a nervous gulp. opening and closing his mouth because he was unsure what to say

you must admit you enjoyed seeing him like that.

"well i-i mean--i wasn't--surely you were--uh--what was the question again?"

you tucked your lower lip in between your teeth, head tilting to the side as the adorable man in front of you became a stuttering mess.

realizing that he is on the edge of a nervous breakdown, you leaned closer to his face before smashing your lips against his. his body went still by your action, but soon found himself lost in your kiss and sighed out of contentment,

you pulled away after a few seconds, tousling his soft chocolate hair before replying,

''i would love to be your girl, o'hara''

please please PLEASE tell me this is good!! i was writing this in the car and I couldn’t concentrate for a second because people were honking too much!! bhhshshs

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara blurbs #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara x reader #frat!miguel

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beingsuneone · 6 months

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Memories & Delusions

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

SYNOPSIS: Jason Todd is dead, you have to remember that; even if the newest villain in town is both incredibly sexy and reminds you of the boy you used to love.

FANDOM: DC

PAIRING(S): Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

RATING: PG

CHARACTERS MENTIONED: Bruce, Alfred, Dick, Tim

GENRE/AU: fluff, different timeline AU (not mentioned in detail but the timeline is different than canon), canon divergence, reader is kind of like Stephanie so NOT Bruce’s kids but she does live in the manor.

WORD COUNT: 3.9k

WARNINGS: Swearing, mentions of blood and injuries.

A/N: I could fs do a part two to this ;)

DEDICATIONS: Myself for having this idea for more than two years and finally getting it out in writing in some way

CREDITS: N/A

“Jesus Christ! Who the fuck is this guy, Batman?” You exclaim, panting hard through your mask; whoever this Red Hood guy is… he really knows your team's weaknesses. It’s disconcerting.

Weirdly enough, he’s left you mostly alone.

Bruce shrugs from across the room. “That’s what we’re trying to figure out.”

It’s a blur of movement as Red Hood tries to attack mostly Bruce, only attacking Dick or you if you get in the way.

He’s said almost nothing since this fight started.

After a few minutes, Bruce sends a signal and jumps out of the half destroyed building; Dick follows and jumps out shortly after.

Leaving just you and Gothams latest criminal.

You’re about to turn to jump again, when suddenly your wrist is caught in Red Hood’s hand.

The familiarity of it makes you gasp and freeze.

He stares down at you, intimidating and silent through his red helmet.

Returning his stare, with as much fiery energy as you can muster, you try to pull your wrist away; His grip is like iron and you can’t.

“Don’t get in my way, Y/n.” He says, making your heart drop with the use of your civilian name. “I won’t choose between you and my goal.”

Your back is rigid and you’re breathing has stopped… if he knows your name, that means he probably knows everyone else’s too.

Fuck.

He finally lets go, brushing past your stiff body.

You’re too shocked to follow him.

….

“He knew my name, Bruce!” You say, feeling panicked. “Do you know what that means?”

Bruce nods curtly. “It means you aren’t suiting up until we’ve taken him down.” You try to protest but Bruce holds a hand up to cut you off. “It’s not up for discussion.”

You fidget with the small red pendant hanging around your neck, something you do whenever you’re feeling too many emotions.

It reminds you of Jason, the first boy you’ve ever been in love with and also the last; Jason was also Bruce’s second adopted son.

Jason Todd died five years ago.

But when he was alive… There was something special about him. He was always so eager to help Bruce by being robin.

That was back before you had your own suit; really, you’d only gotten a superhero identity so you could hunt down the joker and get revenge for Jason, but Bruce had managed to convince you not to do that in the last five years.

Probably for the best, even if seventeen is too young for someone to die; even if having a strong bond ripped away from you before it could become anything still hurt so badly.

You follow Bruce down into the batcave. “What do we know about Red Hood? Do we have any idea how he originated? It seems like he just popped out of nowhere.”

Bruce contemplates his answer as he unlocks the bat computer. “All we know is that he would have had to fly under our radar for months in order to take over the whole underground drug ring.”

You over hover his shoulder, trying to see what’s on the screen below him. “I don’t understand how we wouldn’t hear anything about him? With that many people who work for him, you’d think one of them would mention something.”

He hums in response. “They must be terrified of him.”

Alfred inserts himself into the conversation and ushers you back into the main part of the manor. “Alright, Miss. Y/n, You’re officially off duty indefinitely.” He pauses. “Like Master Bruce said, it is safer if you disconnect yourself from your hero identity.”

You frown. “If he knows my real name, he probably knows where I live.”

“He also told you, quote ‘don’t get in my way’ end quote.” Alfred tuts. “He clearly has no intention of hurting you as a civilian.”

You huff and head up to your bedroom, feeling like you really need to be out there but not really knowing why.

You suppose you don’t know what to do with your time anymore, now that you’ve been superhero-ing for so long.

When was the last time you read a book? Or watched a movie, just because you wanted to? It’s been too long…

Your bookshelves mostly carry decorative encyclopedias and other books that would bore you to sleep, so you leave your room and head just down the hallway.

The door creaks as you push open and clicks when you push it shut; then, you’re left in the silence of Jason Todd’s bedroom. Unchanged and untouched from the last moment he was in here.

It’s a little messy but nothing out of the ordinary for a teenage boy; the bed was never made, and his clothes were ever put in his drawers despite them being washed.

There’s books pulled out and just scattered in places, schoolbooks, comic books, novels… finally you spot what you wanted to find.

It’s a very old and very worn copy of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, something the two of you used to read together when you’d sneak onto the roof of the manor at nighttime.

You’d watch the stars and one of you would read the book out loud, until eventually you both would pass out and give Bruce a heart attack the next morning.

Maybe it was time to revisit that tradition, even if you were only reading to yourself.

Bruce and Alfred are in the Cave so you find your way into the roof and lay back. The shingles are definitely more uncomfortable without Jason to lay on, but it’s still a nice feeling nonetheless.

Just the act of laying under the stars with that book in your hands, makes you feel a kind of warmth that you haven’t felt in years.

You close your eyes and take a long, deep breath of night air; It’s fresh and ever so slightly damp, but in a way that makes you feel nice. The cold nips at your body in all the right ways.

Unfortunately, all bliss is momentary, and someone clearing their throat makes you jump a couple centimeters upwards.

You’re met with the bright red helmet of Red Hood.

“Pride and Prejudice, huh?” He says casually, though you're pretty sure he has a voice changer on, which makes his voice sound more irritated than it probably is.

You back up a few inches. “Bru-” Red Hood slaps a hand over your mouth before you can finish yelling for help.

You squirm in his grip, but he just maneuvers you so that your back is to his chest and you can barely move which makes your body lock up again— you can’t help the feeling of familiarity that settles in your stomach, or the way your body reacts to his.

Worst of all, he smells just like… no, it must just be where you are.

Jason Todd is dead.

And yet.

“Relax, Y/n, I’m not here to hurt you.” Something about him makes you listen and you relax your body. He kind of half-scoffs in response. “Are you done?”

You nod as best you can. He releases you.

“Who— why are you here?” You say, trying to ignore the fact that everything about this masked man reminds you of Jason.

Your chest rises and falls irregularly as he stares at you.

His head snaps away randomly. “Why should I tell you that?”

“Don’t answer my question with a question.”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.”

There’s a look of defiance shared between the two of you, or, at least, on your end. You can’t actually see his face so you’re really just assuming.

You spin away and blow out a labored breath. “God, I must be going insane…” Even the way he talks with you sounds like Jason.

“You’re so short, you look like a bunny who lost its carrot.” He says with a laugh.

“I do not!” You exclaim angrily, your mouth dropping open. “Okay, that’s it, I’m calling Bruce.” Your hand slips into your pocket to pull out your phone, and just as it's out of your pocket, Red Hood grabs your wrist; he traps it in one spot and yanks the phone from your hand.

He gently sets it on the ground. “Tell that fucker whatever you want, but wait until I’m gone.” The tone in his voice sends a chill down your spine. He seems so angry…

With that, he leaves, taken the same way that you took off the roof.

You stand there until you hear the roar of his motorbike, and then you finally retreat from the roof with the book clutched tightly to your chest.

…..

“I’m going with you, Bruce. You can’t stop me.” You say, already moving to try to grab your suit.

“No, you’re not.” He says sternly, blocking your path. “You need to stay out of this fight.”

You raise your eyebrows in challenge. “I’m going whether you let me wear that suit or not.” Bruce apparently doesn’t like this because he frowns even harder than before. You continue, “You can’t go alone. Dick is out of town and Tim is at school. Let me come.”

“You forget I did this by myself for quite a while before I adopted Dick.” He says firmly, leaving no room for argument.

Bruce doesn’t need your help, you know that; helping him isn’t your real goal.

Ever since the rooftop incident with Red Hood you’d gone into some sort of obsessive spiral over his similarities to Jason.

You feel like you need to talk to him again, touch him again… just to see why he’s so familiar; you feel insane.

The deepest parts of your brain scream at you that it’s not just similarities, that he really is Jason but… he can’t be; you watched them bury Jason’s body.

“There’s something else going on with you.” Bruce says, basically sizing you up.

You stiffen, which unfortunately gives away your next lie. “There’s nothing going on with me.” No excuse comes to mind so you don’t say anything more.

Bruce pauses for a beat.

“This has nothing to do with Red Hood.”

“Okay? Why would that matter?” You say dismissively, but also way too fast. “I don’t think keeping me locked up at home helps anyone.”

He sighs and finally caves. “Fine, you can come.”

…..

You aren’t sure how this situation devolved so quickly, but your communications got cut off a while ago and you haven’t been able to find Bruce or navigate very well through the rubble.

You’re bleeding heavily from a few different cuts and you’re pretty sure you sprained your ankle.

The faint cackle of the Joker makes you dive under a fallen piece of concrete, because if he comes this way he’ll surely kill you.

But the laugh recedes so you crawl out and sit against it instead.

You’re just about to start sobbing from the pain when you hear footsteps again; you go silent and try to move but you don't allow that.

You see a flash of red, and then Red Hood turns a corner into your line of sight.

“Christ’s sake, Y/n.” He mumbles. “What happened?” He approaches and drops down so he’s sitting on his feet, he stares for a moment, and you assume he’s assessing your injuries.

“You can’t call me that— here.” You hiss when he presses a finger against your ankle.

He stands up and takes both your hands, completely ignoring what you said. “Up. But don’t stand on your bad ankle.”

You grip his hands and stand up, holding your bad ankle in the air; Red Hood scoops you up bridal style not a moment later.

You squeal. “What are you doing?”

He stops walking and turns the face of his helmet directly toward you. “I’m taking you back to my base so I can help you get fixed up.” He interrupts you before you can speak, answering the question you were going to ask. “Batman isn’t here anymore, he went to follow after the Joker.”

It’s a rough walk to his bike, and it lasts for about ten minutes; ten awkward minutes of you being carried by Red Hood.

Red Hood who’s supposed to be a criminal and your enemy. Red Hood who brings you more comfort than he should just because of who he reminds you of.

He settles you onto the bike, pulling out an extra helmet before he speeds off.

…..

“Jesus, you sprained your ankle really badly.” He curses, performing whatever medical procedures as you hiss and whine at the pain.

He’s already stitched and/or dressed any of the open wounds you had and he saved the worst for last.

“Okay,” he says absent-mindedly. “I can’t do this properly with this thing.”

He reaches for his helmet but you stop him. “You’re taking your helmet off?”

He hesitates, then nods slowly. “I have to. If you don’t want to see, then shut your eyes until I’m done.”

You nod and squeeze your eyes shut.

He sighs softly and gets back to working on your ankle.

…..

“I swear to god, Bruce, it’s him. Red Hood is Jason.” You say, purposfully making your voice flat and void of emotion. “He has to be.”

Bruce just stares.

And stares.

Sympathetically, softly. But he stares.

“Jason has been dead for a long time, Y/n, and you know that.”

“No— I know, but he can’t be— that has to be him.” You back up into one of the chairs in the batcave, trying to calm your racing heart; you still try to keep a calm outward facade.

“What makes you think he’s Jason?” Bruce asks.

You weakly gesture at nothing with your hand. “Just look at him. He’s— everything about him is the same.”

Tim snorts from the computer. “The running drug rings and murders?”

“Not appropriate, Tim.” Dick says flatly and Tim’s face falls quickly.

You don’t blame him, you probably would have made a joke like that too.

Shaking your head, you stare at the floor past Bruce. “They sound the same, they talk the same way, they look similar— hell, they even smell the same.”

Bruce’s brows furrow. “How do you know what he smells like?”

“Uh…” you stall. “You know, close combat.”

Apparently, he drops it even though he clearly doesn’t believe you, because he asks another question. “We’ve never seen Red Hood unmasked, how do you know they look similar?”

You shrug. “They just do. There’s just something about him. I haven’t been able to shake the feeling for a while.”

It’s silent again for several long moments.

Then Bruce shakes his head absentmindedly.

“Jason is dead, Y/n. No matter how much we miss him, he can’t come back.”

But he’s wrong, he has to be.

Because no one is that similar to someone. You’re sure of it.

……

Your cheeks are wet and your eyes are starting to become raw from you rubbing at them.

Sobbing pathetically on the rooftop of the manor because you had to be reminded about a death that happened a long time ago is not the highlight of your day.

It’s stupid, going from sure of yourself, to telling yourself you’re so stupid for ever thinking it could be true in the first place.

There’s footsteps beside you, but you don’t look up. You don’t care enough to see who it is.

You fidget with the necklace around your neck as you sniffle into your knees.

Something clicks and then hisses as if air pressure is being released before you hear a tiny thud, and then someone pulls you into them.

You know who it is now.

“What’s wrong?” He asks quietly. You know you could look up and confirm your suspicions at any moment but you just can’t bring yourself to do it.

It’s not true, after all, because it can’t be. It’s not possible.

You shrug against him. “I’m reopening old wounds for no reason.” You pause. “Why do you trust me?”

He’s silent, contemplative for a while. “You’re you.”

You laugh dryly. “That doesn’t explain anything.”

“You haven’t even bothered to look have you?” His hand strokes lines in your hair. “You could. I don’t think I’d mind.”

“I don’t want to know.” You say, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I’m not ready for that.”

He nods, you can feel the movement through his body, even though it’s subtle.

You sit, wrapped up in his arms for a long while before he clears his throat softly and asks, “what old wounds have you been reopening?”

Your eyes well again, but you choke back the tears. “An old… friend, I guess. He died.” You start to pull back but you don’t look at his face.

Instead, you bury your face in your hands again. He lets you pull back. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

You shrug. “It was a long time ago, he just meant a lot to me— and it’s really hard because you remind me so much of him.”

He makes a sort of strangled sound and then clears his throat again but more rough this time. “Why do you say that?”

His voice sounds even more similar without the helmet and voice changer. This man is going to be the death of you. Maybe literally. “I don’t… I don’t know. It’s just everything.” You shake your head and laugh sardonically. “It’s driving me insane.”

“How did he die?” His voice is darker than before, and there’s a sort of undertone you can’t place.

“Brutally.” You stop, take a deep breath, and offer only a bit more context. “The Joker.”

He hums. “The Joker‘s alive and ruling this dumb city.” He pauses. “How do you think your friend would feel about that?”

“Probably about the same as I do. Sick.” You run a hand through your hair, purposefully trying to avoid seeing his face. “That’s why I became a hero, you know. I wanted to kill the joker because he killed Ja- um, my friend.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“People stopped me before I did something I couldn’t come back from.” You say, wrapping your arms around your legs. “I hope the joker suffers a terrible death, but I don’t think it should be by my hands. He wins if I spend the rest of my existence regretting it.”

Red Hood picks up his helmet and clicks it back on. “Right.” He stands and stares down at you. “I have to leave now.”

You shudder at his sudden coldness, and stand abruptly. “Okay, I— um, goodbye…?” You want to smack yourself at how unsure you sound. “Did I say something wrong?”

He shakes his head. “I just don’t know why you would ever regret ridding the world of someone like The Joker, that’s all.”

Stiffly, you nod and wipe your hands on your pants.

“Sorry about your friend.” He finishes, before leaving you alone on the roof again. “Too bad I didn’t know him.”

Basically, crushing any hopes you might’ve had that he was Jason.

……

This is an atrociously stupid idea, you know; driving directly into the den of Gotham's biggest drug lord is the smartest thing to do.

But Gotham's biggest drug lord is Red Hood, and you’re fairly sure he won’t hurt you. Mostly.

His lackeys though, don’t seem so forgiving.

“Who the hell are you?” The man who barks the question at you, is raggedy looking and has the worst, most distasteful tattoos you’ve seen in your life.

“I’m here to see Red Hood.” You amend quickly, “I’m a friend of his.”

“Yeah, right.” The other guard says, a bulky looking woman who is also insanely beautiful… unsettlingly so. “A fragile little thing like you, friends with our boss… please.”

You scoff. “Trust me, I’m not fragile.” Stopping, you contemplate whether it’s a good idea to start something, considering your ankle is still healing. “Just call him.”

She rolls her eyes. “Fine, whatever.”

An old phone hangs on the wall and she picks up the receiver and quickly dials a number. “Hey, I have a woman here who says she’s the bosses friend— her name? I have no clue— Oi, what’s your name?” The woman barks at you.

“Y/n.”

“Her name’s Y/n.” She’s silent for a minute while we all wait, then she hangs up the phone aggressively and yanks your arm into her grip. “Lucky. Let’s go.”

The corridors are a bit confusing to navigate, but you’re mostly just following the woman, who seems very familiar with them.

After ten minutes you reach a door, it matches almost every other door, but it has ‘boss’ written crudely on it in spray paint.

“You’re on your own from here.” She says gruffly before stomping away.

You take a moment to collect yourself before you knock, and the door swings open before you can even finish knocking.

“Why are you here?” Red Hood sounds breathless behind his mask, as if something winded him. “How did you remember how to get here?”

“I’m… actually not sure.” You chuckle quietly to yourself as Red Hood pulls you inside.

He sits down at a desk after pulling a chair out for you to sit in. “Again, why are you here?”

Your heart seizes for a moment as if the reason why you’re here hit you all over again. “I want you to show me who you are.”

“Are you sure?” Red Hood questions slowly, his body locking up. “You’re not going to like it.”

You nod curtly. “Yes, I need to know.”

He takes a deep breath and stands up, coming right up close to you. Far enough that you could see his face clearly but close enough to have your knees buckling.

He reaches up and presses a button you can’t see. The helmet hisses and opens, he pulls it off.

And your jaw drops.

Standing there, in grown up glory, black hair, green eyes that used to kill you, is Jason Fucking Todd.

“You’re— You’re not— dead.” You stammer, almost reaching out to touch him before you yank your hand back.

You’re so irrationally angry and also relieved and devastated all at the same time.

Jason sets the helmet down. You can’t decide whether to hug him and never let go or slap him for waiting so long to tell you. “That’s a… complicated story.” He pauses. “I promise I’ll tell you that story but I just— can’t get into that right now.”

You nod slowly. “Okay… that means I can get fucking pissed now.”

You’ve clearly confused him when you wrap your hands around his waist and squeeze tightly while also cursing him out. “I can’t believe you waited this long to show me.”

You can see the smart-ass comment on the tip of his tongue but he bites it back. “I knew you’d find out eventually.” His eyes caress your body and there’s a look of longing lingering in his eyes; he seems to be contemplating something. “Fuck it, I’ve been waiting too long to do this.”

You barely have time to react as Jason lowers his face down to yours and kisses you; As soon as you realize what he’s doing, you kiss back.

His hands go to rest on your hips, as you slowly get pushed back into his desk behind you. When you hit the ledge of if, Jason lifts you onto its surface, and pulls back.

“I’ve wanted to do that since we were kids.” He says quietly.

You gently touch your lips, almost in disbelief. “I’ve been wanting you to do that since we were kids.”

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simonrillleyyysss · 4 days

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Soap with a motherly reader like she babies him sometimes and he acts like he hates it but he loves so much in secret (can be nsfw or sfw idc)

I hope you have a good day/night💞💞💞

thanks fer ur req, nonnie…💞💞

i feel like soap is sooo mixed about it, pretends like he’s a big broody man who doesn’t need no woman’s love and can survive off of bear meat and iron bru, well, he IS all that, but he’s also just so, so vulnerable…

and honestly? he has no shame, would die before saying he hates it, loves the way you tuck kitchen roll from the counter in his shirts collar when he eats as to not spill any(he’s messy.) and is proud to admit he loves cuddles, little spoon? everyday baybah! scratch his scalp while he burrows his face in your breasts..

‘y’alright, baby?’

‘aye..jest’adda rough day..’

‘that’s okay, want me to put on our movie?’

doesn’t show it around the guys though, why would he? only he deserves to know that you cradle him.. shush him to sleep and let him cry after a long, tiring day… that’s just for him, is it not? you’re his, so it’s his.

sososo protective, you’re his angel and he’s your guardian, holds your hand tightly in public and snaps at any man that even dare look at you, eyes roaming your pretty sundress..how fuckin’ could they? you’re his missus, so you’re for his eyes only.

one of his favourite things is ‘spa night’ for context; you basically sit and pamper him all night! paining his nails, neatening up his overgrown hawk, doing face masks and skincare.. you even give him a long, calming bath—jerking him off while he kneads at your breasts and whines pathetically, throwing his head back onto the ceramic of the tub.

‘that’s it, johnny..’

‘ohh—oh, jesus maryn’joseph.. so fuckin’good..’

u can’t help but giggle as he cums all over your wrist..

such a mammies boy, always really close to his ma growing up and always wanted to please and impress, so don’t be surprised when he aims to make you cum atleast 4 times in one night, eating your cunt like a man on deathrow, suffocating himself with your plushy thighs.

loves your boobs lol!!!lol!! cups the right one in his hand and swirls his tongue around the bud while suckling, the other hand holding your left one and very gently brushing his thumb over your perky nipple..cock thrusting into you while he did so :3

gets you pregnant as soon as you’re married.. he just knows you’ll be such a good mama, so considerate and soft :((

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sopiao · 9 months

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could i request a human heat pack reader with our favorite 141 boys?

i’m very unusually warm. like every time i travel to russia to see family my mom and brother always use me as human heat pack.

have a great day!!

i just had this idea >:0

(great minds think alike >:)).

it would be so cute, they’d be so unconsciously touchy just to try to warm their hands during a mission in a cold area. where? Siberia. i don’t know that was just at the top of my head.

(Callsign: ‘Shark’ :3)

When they first land their all already swaddled like babies in layers of clothes. A long sleeve, whatever t-shirt, thin jacket with a thicker one over it, extra layers of socks. Whatever could spare them of the harsh winter of the country.

Their all huddled in a position to try and conserve warmth. Except for Price who insist that “It’s not that cold” and to “Get over it already”. But they can all see his subtle shake in his crossed arms pose.

“You got a heat pack or something?” Gaz asked, cupping his hands over his mouth, hoping to get some warmth from his breath. Seeing Shark’s still and relaxed figure like this weather was nothing. Gaz was hoping that they’d had an extra one and could toss one to him.

“No?” They shook their head and began to look around. Kicking snow to kill time when they hear their captain speak to a local about directions.

“Jesus, fuck. How are you not freezing you’re arse off?” Soap asks, pulling the collar of his jacket higher to cover more of his neck. Shark just shrugs. They really don’t know how. It just didn’t bother them as much. It was sorta cool since it fit their name, sharks can change their body temp to a certain range to adapt to their surroundings.

Gaz wasn’t even thinking, just desperate for warmth. Taking his chances for even a bit of comfort, he stood closer to your side, leaning on you with his cheek to your temple. Once he felt the small relief from the sudden cold, he leaned in more, covering more body surface. Relaxing, the more he did the more toasty he started to feel.

“Ahh-” Gaz sighed silently, Shark patted his back to further comfort him. Soap and Ghost looked at the two, who looked like a couple trying to keep themselves warm as an excuse to cuddle in public, then back at each other, silently questioning what to do or say, or if they should.

Soap shrugged and did the same to your other side, sighing in relief when the harsh and tight coldness of the snow felt like ice cream melting in the sun when he felt Shark’s body heat. Shark didn’t move but just shifted their eyes to see him. Couldn’t do anything but accept their fate.

Ghost is naturally a cranky and grumpy guy already and chilly, an understatement, atmosphere didn’t simmer him down a bit. He didn’t even try to fight it or reason with his thoughts and subsided. Wrapping his arms around their middle and resting his chin on the top of their head. Sighing when he felt his comrade’s warm back defrost him (hehe). Sighing for them was like the unconscious ‘ding’ to the microwave when your food finishes heating up.

Shark can’t really move even if they wanted to. Plus who wouldn’t wanna be sandwiched between three beefy guys?

“A’ight team. It shouldn’t be too far from here—” Price cut himself off, seeing his soldiers surround one like an overstuffed burrito. He crossed his arms, not registering that they were using Shark for warmth and just randomly decided to simultaneously bear hug them at the same time. Even Simon was joining in.

“Wha— Why?— What’s happening?” Price chuckled slightly, more out of confusion than amusement, crossing his arms once again with the subtle shake from the natural instinct of his body to find energy for heat.

“Warm” Only thing that Soap says, short but filling explanation. Causing Price to chuckle even more. Shark brings their hands forward, offering a fraction of their warmth to their captain, since it’s really the only thing that’s not occupied. Price holds their hands, at first to humor them, once he felt how unusually warm their hands are at this weather. He unconsciously lifted their hands up to his face, toasty palms pressed up against his cheeks.

—

“Fuckin’ hell” Price whispered under his breath before thanking the citizen for her time and cooperation, grumbling about the lead being a dead end. Price calls out for his teammates, signaling to continue on.

“Back to bloody square one” Soap grumbled, cranky from all the running around they had to do to catch one guy.

Both Price and Gaz immediately reached for your hand. At this point they didn’t even care, or notice what they were doing. It was just a natural instinct to swarm towards anything slightly warmer. Shark didn’t mind though, swinging their hands as they walked.

Two girls walking past them. Having to do a double take when they see the three. Before looking at each other wordless message of ‘How lucky!’.

—

During the cramped car ride, both Soap and Ghost had their heads resting on Shark. Soap resting his head on their shoulder, having to slump down slightly, while Ghost rested his temple on the top of their head. Both soldiers clinging onto and hugging on their arm for more cozy protection.

—

As Shark, Gaz, and Price watched and waited Soap and Ghost from across the building. They finally got a lead on the perp but if they all went in at once it would seem suspicious. They all watched intently, Gaz starting to get more bored.

Price unconsciously wrapping his arm around Shark, pressing them close to keep himself warm, resting his head on theirs as he got bored too. Shark figured out a while ago not to be too bothered with how clingy their being, figuring out that their just a human heater for them.

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loveronlineee · 2 years

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Off Limits Part 2 (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Masterlist All Parts

Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Dustin’s worry turns to anger as Eddie and his sister seem to keep getting closer

Y/N notes: none

Wanna be on the Eddie Munson tag list? Look here!

Wanna request something? Look here!

“And you promise me that’s all he said to you?” Dustin asked for the millionth time during the drive to school. Mike giggled to himself in the back seat.

“YES Dustin that’s all Eddie said to me. I still don’t get why you care so much.” Y/N huffed, keeping her eyes on the road. Dustin hesitated to tell her, but Mike didn’t.

“It’s because Eddie’s got the hots for you!” Mike shouted. Dustin turned around and glared at his friend.

“Really?” Dustin turned back to his sister.

“Uh why are you smiling?”

“I’m not smiling.” Y/N denied, smiling. Dustin’s eyes widened.

“Oh my god NO. You can’t actually like him.”

“What? I didn’t say anything!” Y/N joked, smile still on her face. Dustin huffed in frustration.

“I’d rather you dated one of those basketball douches than Eddie.”

“But Eddie’s your friend?”

‘Yeah Eddie’s friend material! Not boyfriend material!’

“How’d you know? You dated him?” Mike started laughing again from the back, angering Dustin more. They reached school and the boys got out of the car. Dustin leaned through the window and pointed at Y/N.

“Stay away from Eddie Munson.”

“You can’t stop fate Dustin. I can’t help it if Eddie falls for my charisma and beauty!” Now Dustin was really worried. They were sounding very similar.

“JUST STAY AWAY FROM HIM!” He shouted one last time before entering the school. Y/N chuckled to herself as she drove back round to find a parking space.

She didn’t see Eddie or the boys all morning. And didn’t plan on it as she decided to eat her lunch at the picnic bench she liked in the forest. It was quiet and peaceful there. A good place to go when the school lunch hall was overwhelming.

“Y/N?” Eddie questioned.

“JESUS H Christ Eddie! You tryna kill me?” Y/N jumped as she turned to see him walking towards her. Eddie smiled and sat down opposite the girl.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I didn’t realise you came out here.”

“Yeah sometimes. When I wanna be alone.” Eddie’s smile dropped.

“Oh. Right okay got it. I’ll leave.” He began getting back up when Y/N held his wrist.

“No it’s okay, you can stay.” She said softly. Eddie’s smile returned and he sat back down. Y/N moved her hand away and back to her lunch. She picked up her chopsticks. Eddie frowned and observed.

“What are you eating?”

“Sushi.”

“Sushi?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve never had sushi.”

“Can’t say that I have Henderson.” Y/N picked up a piece with her chopsticks and held it up to him.

“This ones my favourite.” Eddie cautiously took it from her. It was surprisingly good.

“Woah.”

“I know right.” Y/N beamed. “What are you having for lunch?”

“Eh nothing.”

“Nothing?!” Eddie shrugged.

“I usually skip lunch. Not anything worth taking from home anyways.” He said it in a joking tone but Y/N was still concerned. “So how come you eat this and Dustin has cold pizza?” Y/N chuckled.

“We pack our own lunch.” Eddie nodded in understanding. “I like cooking. I’d make Dustin’s lunch too but he doesn’t like the stuff I make.”

“Well I for one think that this sushi is the best sushi ever made.” Eddie stated. Y/N laughed which made Eddie’s smile widen.

“EDDIE!” Dustin shouted as he ran up to the table.

“Dustin what are you-“

“Y/N why are you alone in the woods with him?” Dustin demanded to know.

“Chill out bud.” Eddie said, holding his hands up innocently. Dustin pointed a stern finger at him.

“I’m not talking to you anymore.”

“Dustin calm down. I came out here to eat my lunch and Eddie happened to find me.” Y/N calmly explained, but her little brother wasn’t having it. He grabbed Y/N’s arm and began to pull her away.

“Come on let’s go. Lunch is gonna end soon.”

“Wha- Dustin!” Y/N managed to grab her bag before she was dragged away. Eddie put the lid back on her box of sushi and jumped over the picnic bench to hand it back. Y/N smiled at him before pulling Dustin off her and walking beside him. “You are surprisingly strong.”

“Yeah I’ve been working out.”

“You have? With what? Mom’s work out VHS?”

“Shut up.”

“See ya later Hendersons!” Eddie shouted back. Y/N waved and Dustin whacked her hand down. Eddie chuckled to himself.

It seems that there was an obstacle in his way.

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regscupid · 4 months

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1/7 prompt: headache (1113 words) - @jegulus-microfic

Every year at the start of football season, Regulus’ university team holds its annual Boy Toy Charity Auction. A makeshift stage and runway are set up in whatever large, open space the event planners can secure and the players are sent out, one by one, to sell themselves to the highest bidder for the night. It’s a win for everyone really– the money goes to a good cause, the bidders get to go on dates with their pick of ‘the hottest guys on campus’, and the football players get nice, long, strokes to their egos. Regulus couldn’t have cared less about the whole thing.

And yet, here he stands in a room packed tight with people who have spent the whole night ready to throw their money at every attractive man to walk down the runway, too-loud music and voices speaking over each other sending Regulus hurtling towards a headache. Most players have already been bid on, and Regulus can feel himself getting restless.

He only came because Sirius insisted. Absolutely not because James, Sirius’ best friend and the guy he’d been mildly pining over since he was twelve, would be a part of the auction. Even less so because there had been a recent shift in their relationship, barely concealed hope growing a bit with every interaction between them. He wasn’t desperate to see who would bet on James, and how James reacted to it. Not at all.

“Do you think they’ll bid out the sound guy?” Sirius cranes his neck to get a good look at the tall man on the side of the stage, clearly trying to do as much of his job as possible without being seen. Regulus recognizes him immediately as Remus Lupin, the TA in one of his classes.

Regulus scowls, “I don’t know? I don’t care.”

Sirius bites his lip, still distracted by Remus when Regulus’ words seem to register. He turns back to Regulus, squinting. “Just because you’re getting impatient waiting for your choice bid doesn’t mean you get to have an attitude. No one likes a grouch.”

“I’m not bidding on him,” he mumbles.

Sirius nods with a look of mock contemplation, “So you’re fine with someone else bidding on him then?”

Regulus ignores the way his face heats up and his chest tightens at the thought, rolling his eyes.

“I’ll live.”

The music fades as the man at the podium begins to announce the next player.

“Alright, this is our last boy for the night, so get excited and turn out those pockets! Remember, this is for a good cause!” The music swells as the crowd cheers.

James Potter has always thrived on attention. Regulus figured it had to be some mix of being an only child and being as attractive he is. It had to have gone to his head.

So, it’s unsurprising when he bounds onto the stage, smile blinding as people in the crowd whoop and wolf whistle. Regulus watches dumbfounded as he struts to the end of the runway, before reaching down and pulling his jersey over his head, revealing the “BOY TOY” painted across his chest.

“Here we have team captain and heartthrob, James Potter! Do we have a first bid?” The announcer has to all but yell into the microphone to be heard over the crowd.

“Eighty dollars!”

“Jesus,” Sirius laughs. Regulus is not laughing.

“Eighty dollars! Do I hear eighty-five?”

Panic grips Regulus as the bid gets higher and higher. Most bids that night hadn't even reached eighty dollars, yet alone started there. Before his senses can kick in, he’s calling out a bid of his own.

“One hundred and ten!” Just out of the corner of his eye, he sees Sirius turn toward him, mouth agape. His face burns, and he can’t look at James, but he has already committed to it.

“One hundred ten! Is there a one-fifteen?

“One hundred and fifty dollars!” a woman somewhere in the crowd calls. Regulus grits his teeth.

“One-eighty,”

“One-ninety!”

Regulus groans under his breath, too aware that he only had two hundred dollars in his wallet at the moment. He turns to Sirius, who's watching with wide eyes and an amused grin. “Do you have cash on you?”

“Yeah, fifty. Why?”

“Give it to me.”

“What? No.”

“Please for the love of god, Sirius, I’ll pay you back and introduce you to the sound guy, I know him. Just do this one thing for me.”

“One-ninety going once!”

“Fine.”

“Two-fifty!”

When no one attempts to outbid him, Regulus lets out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding in since the bidding started. He finally looks at James as he begins walking backward on the runway. His smile has turned into a smirk, and he winks at Regulus before turning around and jogging backstage. Regulus’ stomach curls into not entirely unpleasant knots.

“I can’t believe I just agreed to give you fifty bucks to get with my best friend.” Sirius mumbles, before a slightly delirious laugh bubbles out of him. “I knew you couldn’t handle someone else bidding on him.”

Regulus chooses not to respond, only shoving his arm instead.

Everyone begins clearing out, either disappointed that they didn’t win any dates, celebrating their winning bids, or simply buzzing from the dramatic end to it all.

“Better go see your ‘date’. Tell Prongs to have you home by midnight or I’ll hunt you both down.”

Regulus scowls, but there's no real bite to it, the nerves beginning to get to him. He says goodnight, then works his way to the table set up next to one of the doors for payment. Just as he’s finished telling the woman his name and handing over the money, he catches James standing a few feet behind him. His arms are crossed over his chest and Regulus has to try very hard not to look down at his biceps. Not that looking at his grin dead-on was much better.

“If you wanted to go on a date that bad you could’ve just asked, you didn’t have to drop two hundred and fifty dollars on me.”

Regulus is hyper-aware of the woman sitting there watching them. So, with the payment all taken care of, he steps away from the table, expecting James to follow him out of the building. He does.

“Don’t get a big head about it.”

James rests his hand on his chest and faux-gasps, “How can I not when the Regulus Black wants that badly to go on a date with me?”

“...Do you think they do refunds?”

“No, you’re stuck with me.” James’ smile softens, and Regulus can’t help the small smile that pulls at his own lips.

#i did it #i’ve finally written some sort of one tree hill au #‘bid’ and ‘bidding’ don’t feel like real words to me anymore #sorry i didn’t bother with making them sound british so you can decide what kind of football james plays #i couldn’t make it basketball that’s too on the nose #okay goodnight !#jegulus #starchaser #jegulus microfic #my microfics #regulus black #james potter

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suspiciouslackofclowns · 1 year

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These kids get too comfortable with teasing, in Billy’s opinion. Just a tad bold for his taste.

He couldn’t give two shits if one of the boys picks on Max because she can hold her own — he taught her early on that if she has the chance to make someone cry, she should take it. And she does so fairly often. Especially when it comes to Henderson or Sinclair.

That’s not really where his main concern lies.

“Are you stupid or something?” Henderson snaps. “Did you seriously not pay attention in school or are you playing dumb right now? I honestly can’t tell.”

His tone is sharp. Loud for the small space that makes up the kitchen of Billy and Steve’s apartment.

Normally, Billy wouldn’t involve himself. The kids still act skittish around him if he so much as opens his mouth, so he tends to steer clear of them when they’re over. Which is a lot. But when he glances over at Steve and sees the smile fade from his face, he can’t help it.

He honest to god can’t.

“The fuck did you just say?”

Billy’s almost as taken aback by the words from his mouth as the kids are. Dustin’s face pales as he looks back and forth between him and Steve, like he’s looking for backup.

But Steve’s still swimming in his own head by the looks of it.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Billy repeats, slower this time. Even-toned and deadly.

Henderson opens his mouth, only for no words to come out. Billy takes a step forward but stops in his tracks when Steve sets a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Bill, it’s okay,” he urges quietly.

“Is it?”

“I just don’t know much about physics, or math, so…”

Steve gestures loosely, giving a half smile that looks a little sad. It dampens the blond’s rage for a split second. Makes him want to take up reading textbooks in his spare time if it means getting to fill his pretty boy’s head with newfound knowledge. If it means wiping that look of hopelessness off of his face. Then Henderson clears his throat.

“Yeah, it was just a joke,” he says. “No need to get so defensive.”

That reignites the flame.

“No.” Billy flares his nostrils and he swears he can feel steam puffing away from his skin as he points an accusatory finger at Dustin, who flinches at the movement despite still being a good five feet away. “I don’t care how you try to reason it, kid, you do not come into my house and call my boyfriend stupid. Am I clear?”

Dustin nods like his life depends on it. Billy stares him down for a few seconds for good measure, assuring that his soul looks sufficiently deflated before he finally tears his eyes away. Turns his gaze, now softened, towards Steve.

“And you don’t listen to that shit, okay? Jesus Christ himself could fly down in an alabaster carriage from the damn sky and call you stupid, but I’d sooner kick him square in the nuts than listen to his reasoning for it,” he tells him.

Scoops the brunet’s face into his hands when he snorts and presses a kiss to his nose.

Max groans at the PDA, but all Billy cares about is the way that Steve’s lips quirk up into a smile again.

“Square in the nuts, huh?”

“So hard that they’d become vestigial, babe. No hesitation.” Billy huffs amusedly when Steve raises an eyebrow. “Means useless,” he whispers.

Steve considers the new information for a brief moment before he chuckles and, god, Billy’s head feels like it fills with pink smoke at the sound. Makes him want to stuff Steve in a tiny jar and keep him in his pocket forever until the sun explodes.

That or get married. He’ll have to make up his mind on that some other time.

“Thanks,” Steve says.

“Anytime,” Billy lilts. Spends another wonderful moment soaking in the sight of his partner’s pretty little grin. “I guess I’ll let you get back to babysitting.”

“He’s not our babysitter,” Max huffs.

Billy doesn’t spare her a glance, too enveloped in all things Steve to care.

“Sorry,” Steve whispers. “It’s their nap time.”

They share a chuckle and, as is customary, there’s a groan when they kiss. It doesn’t matter that they aren’t super lovey dovey in front of the kids, it happens every time without fail.

Billy doesn’t mind it. He’s just glad that if they’re going to be assholes, it isn’t directed solely at Steve.

Joke or not.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #I just don’t think billy can be normal about steve #but in the fiercely protective sort of way #dude doesn’t tolerate insulting jokes geared at his bf #my writing #ficlet #not edited

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autisticlancemcclain · 7 months

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pt one

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Hunk’s phone rings. Loudly. Since he is the pinnacle of grace and benevolence, he spares one hand, eyes still trained firmly on the other hand pressing a screwdriver onto a delicate wire joint to hold it steady, to blindly pat about on his workbench until it closes around the device. He jabs a finger on the screen until the ringing ceases.

“Yah,” he says, not bothering with hellos. He’s busy.

“Handle your person,” Shiro hisses, then immediately hangs up.

Hunk snorts. Someone’s nap was disturbed.

He turns back to his project, sighing as he wraps it up. He doesn’t have long. If he can just solder this last wire, get that last connection in, it’ll be way easier to —

Lance kicks open his door, walking in screaming.

“Hello,” Hunk greets idly. And largely sarcastically, he will admit. Lance continues his wordless yell, vocalizing at the very top of his lungs, muffled only when he throws himself on Hunk’s bed and buries himself in Hunk’s pillow. “Shiro tells me you’re terrorizing people.”

“His skull is fucking solid!” Lance screeches.

Hunk does not need to ask to whom Lance is referring. He does, however, pause what he’s doing immediately, spinning around slowly in his chair with his fingertips pressed together like every eighties cartoon villain. His smile can only really be described as gleeful. Perhaps diabolical if he stretches.

He is entirely unapologetic.

“And what happened this time,” Hunk questions, adopting his very best therapy voice. It must work, because Lance shoots up, face bright candy red, wicked snarl pulling on his lips. When he speaks again his voice is carefully controlled and dripping with rage.

“It is beyond hinting, Kealoha. I have practically laid myself at his feet and begged him to ravish me, and he still does not get it. I am going to fucking wring his neck.”

Hunk hums thoughtfully. “Well, that is probably what it’s going to take.” At Lance’s raised eyebrow, he rushes to clarify — “Throwing yourself at his feet, I mean. Don’t strangle him. At least not before I can see it.”

Lance groans loudly. This time when he flops back on Hunk’s mattress he is more miserable than rageful, like a scolded chihuahua. Hunk considers telling him that and then remembers that he’s quite fond of his limbs where they are.

“I know he likes me,” Lance grumbles. “He’s just a dumbass. Like, yesterday he had to go into a healing pod because I did those leg stretches in front of him and he walked into the wall and broke his nose. And last week he said I smelled good and no straight people say stupid shit like that. And when I flirted with that princess on our last mission I was lowkey worried he was gonna jump her, or something. He went all big bad Galra growly and everything.”

Hunk inclines his head. “This is true.”

It is true. Well, he didn’t know the broken nose thing — although that’s hilarious and he will be sharing that information with the class when prudent — and he hasn’t witnessed many of the specific brands of Keith and Lance dumbassery, since they spend so much time on their own, but he, like, has eyes. Keith wants Lance so bad it’s actually embarrassing. Hunk’s not one to generally agree with Lance, since it’s his God-given right to humble him at any opportunity, but that boy is oblivious unlike any other. He understands that Keith is emotionally stunted due to the ordeal of being orphaned, and to Keith he leaves his highest sympathies, but also Jesus Christ, dude. How many times are you going to be wrought with jealousy before you go oh, duh, I might be in love with this goober.

Maybe Shiro hasn’t had the talk with him yet. Hunk makes a mental note to follow up.

“—it’s just that I don’t understand,” Lance laments.

Hunk blinks back to the conversation, where Lance has clearly taken it upon himself to wax poetic and inspire woe upon himself once more.

Hunk stills. An idea wiggles its delightful little way through his brain. He holds up his phone, pointed at Lance’s prone and desolate form.

God, he loves his brain. He loves meddling. He loves love and life, basically.

“I just,” Lance sighs, and to his endless credit he sounds genuinely torn-up, for all his melodrama. “I wish I could just tell him, I guess. In some way. I wish I could get it through his fool head that he is loved by me particularly in such a way that I want to hold hands and kiss and generally be nuisances of the affectionate kind. You know, romance.”

Hunk hums with great understanding. “I see. And say you were not plagued with chronic anxiety and an unfortunate tendency to glow in your face region if someone so much as insinuates in any capacity that they care about you — what would you say to this paramour of yours?”

Lance tilts his head consideringly. His eyes are big and brown and pouty, like a scorned puppy. It’s adorable, in a pathetic kind of way. Hunk cannot help but pat him delicately on the knee.

“I suppose,” he huffs, “that I would just say it outright. Keith Kogane, you magnanimous dumbass, would it kill you to ask me out like a man. Something like that.”

“You could also ask him out like a man,” Hunk points out.

“Choke and die,” Lance responds, predictably. Hunk pays him again.

Hunk stops the recording and tucks his phone back in his pocket. He will decide how to handle the situation shortly.

…After he makes several copies and distributes them to the team. Obviously. Hunk’s excellent advice and matchmaking skills isn’t free, after all.

Lance whines again. “Why is my life so sick and twisted.”

Hunk chooses against reminding Lance that they are in the very beginning of the process of dismantling the worst tyranny the universe has ever seen, and of all the things in his life to be sick and twisted his dweeby romance is probably not one of them. Because that would be a huge buzzkill, obviously. Instead he delicately and a touch condescendingly pats Lance on the head. Lance leans into the touch, because he is a massive sweetheart and dork and nerd, and Hunk can’t help but smile widely.

“All will work out,” he says ominously. “I’ll make sure of it.”

“Blah,” Lance says.

Hunk smiles wider.

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needle-noggins · 9 months

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Time for Vol. 5: Meryl's very bad no good horrible day

Even though she saved the day by shooting Legato, breaking the craziest stand-off while also scared shitless. I love my wife. She can hold so much complexity in her. Now let's get into it:

First, a moment from Vash:

Our boy is in utter agony here, and the thought of Meryl is what keeps him going. Obviously she's in danger and needs rescuing, but come on. He's enduring this pain for her. He can't quit, for her. Yeah, this is par for the course for our anime jesus figure, but come on. Let me have this.

Quick moment of Meryl seeing Vash's feathers for the first time and she's terrified. It's interesting how Wolfwood and Meryl are both so deeply terrified of Vash, but Wolfwood saw a lot more up front at Jeunora Rock and from a distance. Meryl, on the other hand, is trapped. I also think Wolfwood processes it completely differently because he also sees himself as a monster, so to him it's recognition of the self through the other (deragatory). For Meryl, it's just all traumatic. She's just a 23 year old woman and she didn't ask for this.

I think these panels above explain my question from earlier - Meryl is definitely seeing Vash's flashbacks to July here. She sees the black hole gate, the destruction, and the angel arm; I'm not sure if she knows about the part with Knives, but based on some really helpful people on my earlier post today, I think she reveals that she saw that too (oof). I'm not sure what she's seeing in the bottom panel of page 95, though. If someone could explain, I would be super appreciative.

Like I said, she's just a normal person. What was it that someone said to Vash earlier, that he's endured more pain than any person possibly could live with? And now Meryl feels some of that - a lot of it, perhaps, considering that July was so traumatic to Vash that he lost his memory of it. Someone else pointed it out wonderfully that while Fifth Moon was Knives controlling Vash, July was 100% Vash aiming to kill Knives and everyone else was an unlucky casualty of Vash's fear and anger. Meryl sees what Vash is capable of - and that he has killed scores of people - not just second-hand through circumstance, but in actuality.

ANGEL MODE GO CRAZY GO STUPID! GORE GORE GORE!

I mean, Vash doesn't have great control of his power anyway, between hardly ever using it and feeling intense emotion that affects it. Thank god he doesn't use the angel arm here, but holy shit? Meryl just saw what that thing is capable of, and Wolfwood saw it in real time, and he's yelling at Meryl to escape but she's trapped underneath him. After she was also trapped in an elevator, and the elevator fell, and holy shit if i were her I would need extensive therapy to go into an elevator ever again, never mind all of Vash. And then as Vash's angel arm powers down it morphs again into this ungodly homunculus of body parts like it's fucking Envy from Fullmetal Alchemist (*Trigun predates FMA, to be clear) and he is apologizing profusely, knowing how terrifying it is and he has no control over what's happening with his body.

Huh. Between that and how Knives keeps assaulting him, that's a pretty painful running theme.

Thankfully, as Elendira takes the spotlight (my other wife) (she can do no wrong, I love her dearly), I think it gives Vash some time to cool down long enough to go back to "normal". And then he holds a dying Hoppered's hand, showing compassion to a man who tried to kill him but then re-experienced the horrors of July with him, showing that Vash still cares that despite how terrifying and destructive he can be when he loses it. And Meryl watches on.

#trigunbookclub #i am fucking COOKING with vashmeryl thoughts #vashmeryl #many more of these posts incoming i just. this one i had to get out first #i will gladly pay for both vash and meryl's therapy thank you #ive been waiting for this scene #trimax

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bettysupremacy · 9 months

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oh my god i have a request. are you comfortable with writing our boy stevie dating an anxious reader? for example she gets an anxiety attack in the upside down or with the kids and steve calms here down and holds her??

LOVE YOUU ❤️❤️

hey babe!! sorry this took me so long to get to i hope this is alright! I feel like it’s not as good as it could be

Being a mother of 6 was never easy. Especially at 20.

The volume gnaws at you, blooming panic in your chest. It’s loud. You need to leave. But you can’t bring yourself to ruin the rarity of this moment he and the kids have going currently.

Rowdy and wild, they’ve made camp in Steve’s living room for the last 6 hours on their annual campaign. Their intensity startles you. Loud and vivacious, they don’t tone down their theatrics in Steve’s home. They’ve even roped him into joining.

“Jesus Christ almighty!” Dustin booms. “All you had to do was roll a fucking two!”

Mike snaps back, quick banter that seems to echo in the large home. Your ears can’t take it, you step out front.

Steve notices immediately, of course.

Where his girl goes, follows his attention. He watches it open the front door and leave after you, imagining how far it has to follow you before you stop.

He tears his eyes from the door. Mike slams his pencil down. “Guys.. I’ll be right back.”

“No, dude!”

“Just like.. skip my turn.” Steve shrugs, getting up to leave.

“That’s not how this works!”

“Make it work.” His head shakes. “You literally make the rules of this game, dude.”

Outside is warm. His sleeves flutter deliciously in the breeze, melting the AC off his hairy arms. He wants to find you not only to make sure you’re okay, but to show off his growing muscles. To flex, and smirk, and ask if you want to take a photo, cause it’ll last longer you know?

Though, when he does find you, he seizes. Passenger side of the 733i, you curl in on yourself, hiding your panicked face. It startles him, watching tears roll, hot and quick, down your summertime warm cheeks.

“I can’t breathe.” Shaky hands press into your eyes, calming the staggered and quick tears. Rough on the lungs, your breathing tears apart your chest. “I can’t breathe.”

He squeezes himself into the seat you’ve taken up, pulling most of your weight onto his lap. Your legs dangle out the door. Pulling your hair from your sticky neck, he gathers it into the rubber band he keeps on his wrist.

Your assault on your lungs doesn’t decelerate. “Can’t feel my fingers,” you panic. “They’re tingly.”

“I know,” he whispers. He wish he could tell you something smart like you’re lowering your CO2 levels breathing like this. “You gotta stop breathing like that for me.”

You shake your head, palms digging further into your wet eyes.

“I’m serious, babe,” his mouth is so close to your ear, his hot breath tingles. “Follow me.”

He breathes in, long and exaggerated for you to imitate. He holds, hand on your back, slow and meticulous. He breathes out, extended and loud.

He doesn’t mind that you don’t join him the first time.

“Can you do that for me?” He asks, nosing against your head. He breathes in again.

You follow and though your breathes don’t match his,

“It’s okay.” He whispers. You shake your head, abashed in the worst way. “It’s not?”

Ragged hiccups tear through your chest. “So embarrassing.”

“It’s not embarrassing.”

You don’t seem convinced, pushing further into the safety of his arms. He doesn’t mind, adjusting his grip to hold you closer. “It was too loud.”

“Dustin was really pushing the theatrics wasn’t he?” His smile is warm, genuine, and concerned. His nose scrunches up. You nod.

“I’m sorry.” You shake your head profusely. “I’m so sorry.”

“You don’t have anything to apologize for, baby.”

“I didn’t wanna ruin your fun time.” Your breathing grows more distressed. “But now you’re stuck out here with me.”

“Stuck?” He appalls. “I’d rather be out here with you.”

“No, you wouldn’t.”

“Are you kidding me?” His grips loosens, your beautiful face now in view. “You think I’d rather be in there with those nerds?”

“You love them.”

He nods, letting you crawl back into his arms. “I do, but no more than you.”

“I won’t tell.”

“I know, my secrets safe with you.” His arms squeeze your frame three times in quick succession.

“I’m sorry” you sniffle.

It’s the most pathetic thing he’s ever heard, and he’s not sure where the apology is coming from.

“Oh, my girl, what’s the apology for?”

You shrug.

“You never need to apologize,” his head shakes seriously. “never to me.”

“I will, though.”

“And I’ll turn you down.” He laughs, shaking your figure in his arms.

“Stop,” you paw at his strong hold, breathless from crying, trying not to laugh. “Can feel my brain moving.”

“I’m shaking the apology from your head.”

“So stupid.” You giggle, stilling his face in your hands long enough to pull a kiss from him.

“I may be stupid,” he’s serious. “but I’m even more stupid for you.”

He revels in the way your nose scrunches. “That was so corny I feel my chest contracting.”

“That’s love.”

“It’s cringe,” you correct. “and it’s killing me.”

“Sorry.” He smiles down at you. “For killing you ‘n all.”

“It’s okay,” Your breathing has slowed down to a comfortable pace. “You’re not all that stupid.”

“Really?” He starts. “I-“

“Hey stupid!” Dustin yells, too loud for the gated neighborhood. “We’re waiting on you!”

He’d be mad if it weren’t for your giggles. “Wait a damn second!” His head dips to you. “You want a minute?”

“No,” you sigh. “Can I go up to your bedroom?”

He rolls his eyes. “Duh.” Popping out the car door, he holds his hand for you. “Look pretty for me when I get back?”

“I always look pretty,” you scoff. “stupid.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x y/n fluff #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem! reader #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x you #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x fem

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cakeofthepan · 1 year

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Congrats to Will for achieving 2 of the greatest achievements in life, becoming a father and murdering Freddie Wong.

[Audio Transcript:

[Rhythmic clacking music plays]

Will: Hey everyone, I’m Will Campos I play Normal Oak, a mixed-up mascot kid who doesn’t know who he is anymore. Teen fact this week about Normal, this one’s for you Freddie

Freddie: Yay!

Will: That raccoon that Normal found, that he befriended a couple of teen facts ago, it’s actually not a racoon it’s a goingondog.

[music cuts out]

Freddie: What’s a goingondog?

Beth: oohhhhhh

Will: [extremely pleased with himself] Not much dog, what’s a going on with you bitch?

Freddie: [screams in agony]

[crab rave starts playing]

Matt: [laughing] are you serious? Did you seriously fall for that?

Anthony: [overlapping] Did you seriously fall for that? You actually fell for that?

Beth: [overlapping] I can’t- I can’t believe you-

Freddie: [overlapping] you BITCH

Will: [full on cackling]

Matt: Are you serious?

Anthony: Oh my god, Freddie is full on doing the Evangelion Shinji like doubled over in his chair clutching his head.

Beth: Oh No!

Will: [still cackling]

Freddie: [screams in agony again]

Anthony: He literally looks like he has to go pilot the Eva right now

Will: YESSS

Anthony: I can’t believe that

Freddie: Aaaaaa what

Matt: Will- Will, you found his perfect weakness, you found like a moment when his defenses were down

Anthony: Oh my god

Will: I, alright, so here’s the real story, I became a-

Freddie: GODDAMN IT

Will: [laughs]

Anthony: How did you fall for it?

Matt: How did you fall for that?

Freddie: [yelling] I don’t know, I don’t know, it was a moment of weakness, Jesus Christ

Anthony: Oh man

Will: [laughs] so um, here’s the story of that dad fact. Last month, I became a father. My wife and I had our beautiful baby boy Andy. He’s doing well, everyone’s doing great. I have been thinking about what my dad fact was gonna be for a month straight while sleep deprived and pacing around back and forth. And I was like, I feel like I’ve got one chance here to really pull something over on somebody. And I thought of this goingondog thing, I was like wait a sec. Cuz Freddie updogged me

Matt: Mmm Hmmm

Will: two decades ago I swear to god. Ten year- twelve years ago

Matt: Oh my god

Beth: Damn

Will: He got me with just straight up updog and I was like, I will have my revenge one day

Freddie: Wait do you remember that? I don’t remember that

Will: I had never heard updog before, and then you just updogged me and then everyone laughed at me and I’ve been holding a grudge-

Anthony: The day Freddie updogged you was the most important day of your life. To him it was Tuesday

Freddie: [laughing] For me it was a Tuesday

Will: And I was like, I bet my first fact back everyone’s gonna be wondering what it is, he’s gonna say something about having a kid. And then I’m like, oh wait, I’ll call Freddie out specifically, I’ll reel, I’ll reel him in.

Freddie: Oh what, that’s the move. That was the move. That’s what got me dude

Beth: Damn

Will: Yeah, so I don’t know. Anyway, I can die now I’m quitting the podcast. Goodbye

Anthony: Wow

Freddie: Fuck, bro. Just like fucking James Earl Jones used to say dude, the circle is now complete

Matt: I just watched an assassination. You know like, one of those videos that nobody moves. Like, we all just sat here just watched Freddie get murdered.

Will: [laughs] one of those 3 seconds before disaster happened videos. Anyway

Freddie: Holy shit. Do I need to turn back in my podcaster card?

Beth and Matt: I think so

[laughter]

Freddie: Do I need to go back to the podcasters guild and tell them that I’ve been forcibly ejected by an updog joke?

Beth: Hi

Freddie: [screams]

Beth: Hi

Freddie: Fuck you Will

Will: Hi Beth, how are you?

[music fades out]

Anthony: Roll stealth with disadvantage Taylor

Freddie: Taylor’s just so pumped at the idea that there was a ghost

Will: Taylor Swift really wondering if uhh we’re uhh out of the woods yet

Beth: Mmmmmm

Freddie: don’t ugh Will

Will: Did you hear her new song hey what’s up dog?

Freddie: Go fuck yourself

Beth: Freddie says it smells like wrong dog in here

Anthony: Freddie, you wanna roll to bofa?

End Transcript]

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #i have literally no idea what anthony is talking about re: evangelion I hope I spelled things correctly #my audio #long post

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thefuseoftemptation · 4 months

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tis' the season! how about Eddie and r getting a tree but to get it, they STEAL it. let's just say I've been watching the 70's show....

I've been waiting for a request like this...

EDDIE MUNSON X GN!READER

WARNING(S): cussing, established relationship (but it’s more of my way of seeing it which is ‘your dating best friend’ type thing) m’not too sure what genre this goes under. ft. Steve Harrington. NOT PROOFREAD.

—

It was that time of year again, where everyone was out getting a tree that would be sitting in their living rooms for the next few weeks until it was time for it to go. The tree lots stuffed with every type as people went through each one so they could be on their way.

Yet here you stood on the side of the street, on the lookout, as Eddie- who was behind it all and why you were currently standing there in the first place, was picking out your guy’s tree.

Well more so Steve’s tree.

He should’ve known than to send you and Munson out to get something for him knowing how you two were. And maybe he had been right…in his mind. Wherever it was. Because here you guys were.

But to be honest, this wasn’t your initial go to. You and your friend had gone to a tree lot, and had looked through what was there but none of them seemed to be ‘the one,’ as people often said. Not only that, but putting money towards something that wasn’t even going to be up for long was never understood by either you or the boy who was currently on his knees cutting.

So, you guys opted to keep the money, put it towards something worth getting and then just pull over to get yourself one that hadn’t had so much time spent looking for.

“You almost through, Munson? I’ve just been standing here and it’s damn near cold! How long does it take to cut down a tree?!” You said, turning your head slightly over your shoulder to see where he was at.

Eddie lifted himself from his current spot, pushing aside the stems that had been in his way.

“Well, I’d like to see you get down here and see what it’s like! It isn’t easy, y’know? My arms feel like they’re gonna fall off and I’ve been on my knees so long m’not even sure I could stand….” Eddie said, leaning back.

You sighed and extended your hand. “Give it here.” He hadn’t hesitated to pass the saw over, “be my guest.”

You only pushed him aside as you got down to the position he had been in, beginning to pick up where he left off.

“Y’know we should’ve thought of this to begin with, we probably would’ve already been on our way, and with a time still to spare!” Eddie says to you but with you busy cutting, it was more to himself. “Y’know what? Everyone should take after us and pick their trees from here! Or y’know, just not get a tree at all- even better! Who even needs a tree anyway? It’s just gonna end up outside again….”

“Are you through yet?” You ask from your spot, looking up at him. Eddie had been so busy talking he hadn’t heard you stop.

“Uh, are you? Because as far as I could tell, it isn’t supposed to be standing still.” He lipped back using your own words against you, and you rolled your eyes before continuing.

“Get down!” Eddie stated as he got to your level, seeing lights from the distance.

“What, why?” You go to lift your head only for you to be pulled back.

“When I say get down, I mean there’s someone coming!”

“Well I’m down already though.”

“Then stay there. Don’t go showing that head of yours.” You roll your eyes and go back to cutting.

It’d had been a while of you guys being there, with you cutting and Eddie still standing on the look out— until he heard you speak up. “In cominggg!”

“Look at that! We got ourselves a tree!”

“Uh huh! Now let’s load it up before someone sees.”

—

“Jesus, it’s about time you guys showed. What took you so long?” Steve asked when you guys came through the door, holding it open.

You and Eddie could only share a look, carrying on.

“Well Harrington, if you hadn’t sent us out with such short notice to get something so close to the holidays, we probably would’ve been back on time! But y’know, you’re welcome!” You say, setting your end of the tree down, stepping up to the guy and clapping the back of his shoulder as you went by.

Eddie stood in front of the tree trying to fix it, making sure it was set where requested when Henderson and Mike came up to him.

“Where'd you guys find it?” The curly one asked, tilting his head and standing a little too close to the older boy.

“Uh, where else would one find a tree?” Eddie said only to earn a swift foot to the leg when you came back into the room. He flinched at the feeling, rubbing it while covering up his previous response. “We bought it like everyone else.”

“There’s no way. You guys stole it, didn’t you?” This time, it was Mike who spoke.

“We did not steal the damn tree.” You butted in before Eddie could.

“What makes you say that, huh?” You had caught him with your question because he couldn’t speak, the words falling from his lips were incoherent.

“Well, I– I’m just saying–you know what, I just know! It’s you guys for god sake!” Mike let out, exasperated by the question and looks he was getting.

“You got proof, Wheeler?” Eddie asked as he stood by you, arm going around your shoulder.

“No.”

“Then how could you know?” You say, tilting your head as you eyed the younger yet tallest of Wheeler’s. You ruffled his hair as you left, Eddie putting his hand on his shoulder as he gave him a look.

“There, there.” And it only had Mike shrugging him off before he left too.

–

It was later on when there was a knock on Steve’s door- pulling the guy from his living room to go answer it.

You all had been trying to figure out how to get the star on the tree, because leave it to Eddie to cut down the one that reached Harrington's ceiling, which obviously left no room for the star, hence your guy’s current situation.

Steve’s brow lifted upon being met with Hopper, who stood on the other side of the door. “Uh, hello…”

“Steve.” Hopper tipped his hat. “I’ve got some questions to ask, mind if I come in?” It left Harrington unsure of why the sheriff was there in the first place, much less at his place to begin with.

“Could I ask what’s this about?” Steve questioned, moving from his position of leaning on the threshold- opening the door a little more for the sheriff.

“Well, there’s word that some property was stolen…” Hopper said as he took a step in. “We think there’s been some involvement with the removal of state property.”

“State property?” Steve repeated, he wasn’t sure where Hopper was going with this. There’s no way he’s been involved in any sort of– and then he stopped in thought.

While he knew he wasn’t the cause, he knew who was. But of course, who was he to say anything? Because Steve Harrington was nothing, if not someone who stood by his friends, even if he knew that some of them could be a little much at times and never quite thought things through.

And if you had well, you and Eddie hadn’t thought it through enough.

“Uh, I’m not sure what you’re going on about, Hopper.” Steve shrugged as he tried leading the sheriff the other way from where you guys were at and back to the door. “Because there’s no way, there’s been any sort of involvement in removing state property.”

And as if on cue, from behind Steve, Hopper sees Eddie run across the room and onto the tree– a star in his hand.

“Like I said, not sure what you’re going on about.” Steve repeats, as the tree falls behind him with Eddie in tow.

“Jesus Christ!”

—

feedback and reblogs are appreciated.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson hcs #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson one shot

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mabelstone · 7 months

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Undressed

matt stone x reader

your classmate needs tutoring, but theres only one way to keep his attention.

18+

this is my favourite trope ever (they're both of age!!)

arrogant/cocky matt <333

Your classmate, Matt, was bright. Like, insanely smart. From what you understood, he was getting straight A's in every subject, which was why you were so confused when he asked you to study with him. Turns out, he was failing english by a lot.

"You're serious?" You laughed in his face, expression dropping when he folded his arms, deadpan. "Oh, you are serious."

"You owe me," he retorted matter-of-factly, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "You wouldn't have passed math without me."

"Fine," you huffed, defeated by the stupid look on his face. "Then we're even."

"Sure, if that makes you feel better."

So here you were. Patiently awaiting his arrival with The Crucible by Arthur Miller sprawled on your desk, filled with a thousand sticky notes and a practice quiz you'd made for him.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when your bedroom door swung open, revealing the arrogant, gangly boy from class.

"Jesus christ, you nearly gave me a heart attack," you gasped, already annoyed with him. He set his bag onto the floor and made himself comfortable on your bed, giving you nothing more than a shrug. "How'd you get in?"

"Your mom let me in," he raised an eyebrow as if you should've known. "I see where you get your looks from."

You cursed yourself for the blush that spread across your cheeks, rolling your eyes before grabbing the mock exam.

"Shoes off," you grumbled, earning a groan from Matt. "Okay, did you read the book or not?"

"I did, it was just painfully, painfully boring."

You situated yourself beside him, eyes bashfully wandering over his body. Toned arms holding himself up, the light brown happy trail exposed as his shirt rode up. Beautiful auburn curls that took the attention away from that breathtaking face. God, that nose.

"Well, no shit. I made you an exam buster to see what we need to work on." You handed him the paper for him to look over, but instead, he just stared blankly at you. "Don't give me that look. Just give it a try."

"Fine," he sighed, laying back on your bed with his hands behind his head. "Go ahead."

"Okay. Question one; how is Salem governed?"

"What? I don't fucking know?"

"Theocracy. Question two; why did Elizabeth fire Abigail?"

"She was a whore," he laughed, earning an eye roll from you. "What? She was."

"Why aren't you taking this seriously?" You pouted, folding your arms over your chest. God, you really were like your mother.

"Look, dude, the whole tutor thing is really doing it for me, but this is stupid. I'm bored already."

"Then how do you suggest I make this more interesting?"

This prick. You were trying to do something nice for him. But he was always, always so damn hard to please.

"You could take your clothes off," he suggested, sitting up to face you now.

"What? Take my clothes off?" You laughed, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze as he scanned our figure. "Can you be serious for five seconds?"

"I am being serious," he continued to undress you with his eyes, not ashamed in the slightest. "If you take your clothes off, I'll be more inclined to try harder."

You pondered for a moment, watching your mums car pull out of the driveway right on queue. It had to be a sign.

"Fine," you finally decided, standing to lock your door. "And if you get a question wrong?"

"Then- then I'll take my clothes off. Deal?"

He had that same smug look you'd grown so familiar with, except this time, it sent a jolt of electricity straight to your heat.

"Deal," you grinned, snatching the mock exam off the bed as he repositioned himself against your pillows. "I can't wait to see you in nothing but your socks while I'm putting on extra layers."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves here. This could be my favourite book." He grinned up at you, making you question if him failing was all just a rouse to get in your pants. It was working.

"Okay, smartass. What does Mrs. Putnam blame the death of her children on?"

"Easy, witchcraft," he answered fast, responding to a text on his phone before gesturing with his hand. "Why don't you take your shirt off first." Still, eyes glued to his phone.

Frustration at his attitude rose within you, but was soon overloaded with excitement as you followed his request, throwing your shirt at him. "Off your phone. No cheating."

He dropped his phone on his chest and threw his hands up in defence, eyes raking over your chest. "Cute bra. Take it off next."

"No, that's not how this works." You rolled your eyes for the hundredth time, it was like a reflex when you were around him. "What commandment does John Proctor forget when Reverent Hale questions him?"

"Uh... thou shall not kill?"

"Uh-uh. Shirt off, thanks."

You stared as he sighed, sitting up to pull his shirt over his head, throwing in on the floor before your feet, laying back where he was now. He was quite thin, but toned. Big, broad shoulders with prominent collarbones. That happy trail alone almost made you fold.

"Okay," you swallowed thickly before continuing, "why can't Elizabeth be hanged if found guilty?"

"She's pregnant," he smiled wide as your expression dropped. He was totally pulling your leg, he had to have been pretending to not know the answers. "Take your underwear off before your skirt. And chuck 'em here."

"You're a creep," you huffed, obliging nevertheless. You slipped them off from under your skirt, flinging them in his direction. You couldn't suppress the shaky breath that escaped you when he pocketed them.

Just as you opened your mouth, Matt cut you off. "I'll ask you one now. What happens to John at the end?"

"He's hanged," you laughed at his poor attempt to catch you out. "For that, take off your pants."

"Fair," he grinned, standing to pull off his pants, revealing a sizeable tent forming in his briefs.

He towered over you, eyes shamelessly wandering your frame, that gapped toothed smile that made you queasy on full display. His fingers grazed your waist, goosebumps forming under his light touch. You grabbed his wrist and gently pushed him back onto the bed by his chest.

"That bra comes off next," he commanded, eyelids hooding as he gazed up at you.

You nodded, offering, "if you get this right, you can take it off for me."

He nodded eagerly, a wet patch now formed on the front of his briefs.

"What did Parris catch his daughter doing in act one?"

"Dancing, right?"

You nodded meekly, stepping in between his legs. His eyes lit up as he reached around your back, slender fingers unclipping your bra with ease. You slipped it off, dropping it into his lap.

The quietest profanity fell from his lips, pupils fully blown at this point. You grabbed his wrist and guided it to your breast, the warmth of hand making you shiver in contrast to the cold air of your bedroom.

"What's Parris' position in Salem?" Your voice was softer than before, heart beginning to race under his touch, and he could no doubt feel it.

"Who gives a fuck." He grabbed your hips, pulling you down to straddle him, smashing his lips into yours.

"I'm sorry, that's incorrect," you mumbled against his lips, fingers hooking into the band of his briefs.

He chuckled deeply, tapping your waist for you to stand up. He pulled his briefs off while you discarded your skirt, grabbing you by the wrist before pulling you back onto him. He brought his fingers to your lips for you to spit, before lathering it over his length. He then dipped his fingers into your heat, collecting your wetness before doing the same with it.

"Thank you for helping me study- very effective." He grinned, lining himself up with your hole. He slid into you forcefully, both of you gasping in unison. His hands found their way to your ass, fingers digging into the plush skin hard, urging you to bounce faster in time with his thrusts.

"God, like that," he groaned, one of his hands grabbing the back of your neck, connecting your lips again. His kisses were rough, messy. Tongue exploring the expanse of your mouth, his teeth digging into your lip occasionally, struggling to keep your lips locked with the rapid pace he was fucking you at.

He flipped you onto your back, hands still pawing at your ass. Catching you completely off guard, he lifted you off the bed with him, slamming your back into the wall. He continued his pace, using one hand to brush your hair from your face.

"Matt," his name; a warning, escaped your lips in a whimper, your forehead falling against his as you reached your peak embarrassingly fast.

"Tha's it, good girl," he coaxed as you came down, legs trembling around his waist, mouth uncomfortably dry from panting.

"Fuck," he warned you this time, picking you up even higher, pulling out before shooting hot ribbons all over your chests and stomachs. Exhausted, you both stood there panting momentarily, your harms draping his shoulders as you rested your forehead against his. He set you down on the bed before collapsing beside you.

You hadn't even finished the game you were playing, both still in your socks.

He strung his arm over your sticky waist, breaking the silence.

"Now we're even."

#matt stone #matt stone x reader #matt stone smut

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Snow day rendezvous

A Johnny cade X Male!Reader

Made this in honour of the first snow fall here in Canada!! Hope you enjoy 🫶🏼

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Though it doesn’t snow much in Oklahoma mostly just flurries, but there’s usually at least one big fall of snow. Which all the high schoolers look forward to, because that means snow days.

Y/n sighed as he looked at the morning news on the television, waiting to see if school was going to be closed. His eyes lit up as he read the news stating that school was closed, he jumped up going to get dressed knowing that Johnny will be at his house soon per usual.

He came back downstairs just as Johnny walked through the door, his black hair had white coating the top of it along with his jacket. Y/n chucked, going up to Johnny and wrapped their arms around the boy

“Jesus Johnny! Ur freezing-” y/n said with a laugh, dusting the snow from Johnnys hair. And cupping his cold cheeks.

“Almost like I walked here in the snow..” Johnny chuckled sarcastically, leaning into y/n’s warm hands with a sigh.

“Well aren’t you sassy this morning-” They stood there for a bit, Johnny eventually kicked off his shoes and fallowed y/n into the kitchen. Leaning against the counter as y/n put on a pot of hot water. He groans, going up behind him and wraps his arms around y/n, resting his head on their shoulder. “You wanna cup too johnnycake?”

“Mm.. sure” Johnny mumbled with a yawn, it was still only 7 in the morning and Johnny is far from a morning person unlike his boyfriend.

They get their hot chocolate and go to curl up on the couch together, a random movie playing in the background. Johnny was tiredly pressed up into y/n’s side, the cold still lingered on his skin.

-switch to 1st person-

I smiled down at Johnny, pulling him closer trying to warm the poor boy up. Johnny isn’t the biggest fan of the cold, though it means he stays at my place more and less time out at the lot.. since his parents can barely keep the lights on let alone heat, I let him stay with me and my parents adore Johnny so they are more than happy with him staying.

“You still cold babe?.. snuggle up” Johnny nodded and tossed his Jean jacket off so he’d be more comfortable, as he pressed himself into my side. He’s so adorable and alluring when he’s all sleepy like this, he’s been on my mind all weekend since we haven’t seen one another since Friday I won’t lie that I’ve been longing for him.

I must’ve been staring cause i felt Johnny poke my face, a confused look written on his face. “Hm?” “You were staring..” he mumbled, his cheeks flushed but not from being cold this time.

I was gonna respond but a low whine just left my throat, so I just pressed my face into Johnny’s neck. “Babe..? Come on, Use your words” he mumbled into my hair, a grin on his face.

I looked up to say something but before I had the chance his lips were being pressed against mine, we both musta had the same idea. Even though Johnny seemed so innocent and shy.. behind closed doors that boy is a lil freaky- and my point is proven when I feel him place himself on my lap. I placed my hands on his waist, holding him tightly as we kissed or what the guys would say “sucking each other’s faces” we go at it for a bit until our lungs beg for air, both of us pulling apart and breathing heavily. I dash down to his neck, peppering kisses up and down his neck, leaving the occasional bite and sick. Gentle whimpers and heavy breaths coming from Johnny, he was gripping onto my shoulders. I let go of his neck, feeling like a leach almost-

“Well.. that’s enough of that… for now at least”

I mumble against his forehead before pressing a tender kiss to it, he just whined slightly before snuggling back against me.

Johnny hates snow but he can get used to this.

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A/n: Heyoo! hope y’all enjoyed my first Johnny fic! (I wrote this whole thing at school) This is pretty cozy. Maybe if ya’ll like it enough I’ll make a part two with some spice~

Hope you have a good day/night love you all! 🫶🏼

#the outsiders #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders x reader #johnny cade #male reader #johnny cade x reader #Johnny Cade x male reader

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marksbear · 1 year

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I had this idea for a fic a while back so I just wrote it high of pain killers. And a little warning i'm about to dump a few Steven Grant fic's.

Thought about my 50% 🐻‍❄ like the whole time while making this, so this could be your little gift my 50%!

Warnings! Possessive, jealous, delusional Steven Grant! Yandere themes, facial, semi public, blowjob, bathroom sex. SMUT!

YANDERE STEVEN GRANT X SUB TOP MALE READER

Y/n is humming to himself as he picks up some items off the shelves as his boyfriend is holding onto his arm with a tight grip rambling about his day.

A man from Y/n's old highschool stares at him by a nearby shelf in the grocery store. Thinking about approaching the male.

"Is that you Y/n L/n?" The boy asks approaching after making the decision it's better just to take the chance than rather be called a creep for staring at the male for so long.

Steven is first to react mumbling something under his breath. He holds onto tighter Y/n's arm before looking up at Y/n. Y/n turns his body around to see where the unfamiliar voice came from.

"Jonas fuckin Hill." Y/n says eyes wide a bit with a small smile on his face. "Nice to see you N/n!" Jonas says checking out Y/n's body shamelessly. "Great to see you as well my man." Y/n responds back.

"You know Y/n. If I had known you were gonna look this good before I broke up with you I would have stopped fooling around and asking you to marry me." Jonas jokes with a small bit of seriousness in his voice.

Y/n smiles grow wider at the joke before responding. "Oh shut up. You're the one who fumbled me."

"God I miss you man. I miss everything about you. Like the way you kissed, the way you fucked and just the way you had set up cute little dates. I miss what we had." Jonas says winking at Y/n.

If looks could kill Jonas would have been dropped dead on the floor by the way Steven is glaring at him. Steven's heart aches and becomes full of hatred. Steven wanted nothing more to just pull Y/n back home.

"Seriously Y/n. I would drop my whole life so we can go back to our younger days and do the reckless shit we used to do. Hey! Remember that one time when you fucked me in a----" "Okay Jonas!" Y/n cuts him off feeling a bit embarrassed.

"That's all in the past. I'm with someone new. And he's right here, so lets not talk about me and yours old sex life in front of my new boyfriend."

Y/n adds before giving Jonas a quick goodbye before pulling his boyfriend with him to a different aisle.

"How come you never mentioned Jonas?" Steven asks feeling a bit hurt from Y/n. "Theres nothing to mention. We weren't even in a full relationship mostly just "helping" acts between friends. He doesn't make me feel the way you make me feel." Steven's heart flutters once he hears those words fall from Y/n's mouth.

"I mean it Steven. You're different from anyone else I use to date. You're special and that's what I love about you." Y/n says with a wink before continuing his shopping. "Special... He thinks i'm special. That has to mean something right. We've only been dating for a couple of weeks, but since he thinks i'm special he must feel what i'm feeling." Steven thinks to himself internally as he watches and stares at Y/n.

As they continued shopping they kept somehow running into Jonas over and over again.

Slowly Steven gets even more and more jealous and possessive of Y/n. "Y/n! Jesus man i'm seeing you everywhere-" Jonas says halfway before getting cut off by Steven dragging Y/n away to the direction to the restrooms. "Wha- Steven what the hell-." Y/n says after getting shoved into the restroom and into a stall, but gets cut off by Steven kissing him roughly on the lips.

Steven pushes Y/n against the wall trying to use all his might trying to take control of the situation sadly Y/n beats him to it.

Y/n takes a fist full of Steven's hair pulling him back to catch his breath. "Steven. Please slow down just slow down Stevey." Y/n asks, but Steven ignores the request by pushing his hand inside Y/n's pants grabbing and playing with his semi hard dick. Y/n moves his hands to Steven's shoulders trying to push him away.

Steven sinks down to his knees nuzzling Y/n's tent in his pants. Steven begins to undo Y/n's pants taking off his belt and everything and pulls down his pants alongside his underwear in one swift motion.

Y/n tries to touch Steven's head, but gets his hands swatted away. "No touching." Steven says before giving Y/n's cock head a few kisses. Steven wraps his hand around Y/n's cock stroking it lightly before jerking it off at a slow painful pace.

Steven gives Y/n's tip a long lick on the tip circling his tongue around the tip tasting the small bits of precum on Y/n's cock.

Y/n covers his mouth as he watches Steven play and tease around with his cock.

Steven begins to wrap his lips around Y/n's cock swirling his tongue around his cock as he begins to suck it. Steven pulls his head off Y/n's cock with a slight "pop" Before looking up at Y/n with an innocent face jerking off his cock even faster than before. Steven licks long strides on Y/n's cock bottom to top.

Finally once Steven thought it was enough teasing and edging Y/n he moved his lips back around Y/n's cock pushing his head deeper into his cock. Soon enough Steven's instinct kicks in and he begins to bob his head up and down on Y/n's cock. Inch by inch more of Y/n's cock Steven begins to choke and gag on his cock.

Soon Steven begins to deepthroat Y/n's cock as he sinks into the base of his cock. Steve's face pressed up against Y/n as he began to swallow and lick around Y/n's cock.

Steven bobs his head back just to push it back down onto Y/n's cock as he feels it hit the back of his throat. Steven looks up at Y/n making eye-contact making everything even more erotic. Y/n eyes look down at Steven's hungry lustful watering eyes as soft moans escape his lips. Steven pulls off of Y/n's cock with another "pop" and stares up at Y/n waiting for Y/n to beg him.

"Steven~ Fuck! Ohh fuck Steven~ Please keep sucking my cock! Fuck please baby. I- I beg you just ple--" Y/n gets cut off by the restroom door opening. Y/n automatically knew who footsteps were those.

"Y/n? Are you in here?" Jonas asks standing in the middle of the restroom not too far from the stall Y/n and Steven are in.

"J-Jonas! Uhm. Yeah i'm in here." Y/n calls back out watching nervously as Steven goes back to sucking his cock. Steven sucks Y/n off even faster trying to see if he can break Y/n.

"You alright man? Is everything good? Don't tell me that your boyfriend is there with you." Jonas asks with a hint of jealousy in his tone.

"Yeah! Mphmm~ Oh g-god. Of course i'm alright everything is good. And no he's not here fuck~ h-he went to the car because I-I was taking too long shopping." Y/n shakily responds feeling his dick twitch inside Steven's tongue.

Steven pulls off Y/n's cock looking up at him as he jerks him off at a fast and rough pace. Steven sticks his tongue out eagerly to taste Y/n's cum. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! GahHh~ I'm close! fuckkk~ I'm close~" Y/n moans out in a whisper before covering his mouth with his hand as he throws his head back from the pleasure.

"What was that Y/n? I can't quite hear you?" Jonas says looking towards Y/n's stall.

Y/n couldn't bring himself to answer as he lets out a loud moan as he shoots his load onto Steven's face and mouth. White streaks covering Steven's as he tries to catch and taste Y/n's cum.

To make sure theres nothing left that Y/n could give Steven sucks Y/n's tip making sure thats all of it.

Y/n holds onto the stall wall for support as he rides out his orgasm with his eyes squeezed shut. Not even caring anymore Y/n lets out loud moans and whimpers.

After a few more kisses Steven gave Y/n's cock he tucks in Y/n's cock back into his underwear and pulls up his pants and puts his belt back on making him look like everything is normal.

Y/n uses some fingers to scrape some of the cum off of Steven's face and rub it onto Steven's lips like its lipstick or pushing it into Steven's mouth. And with the other half he'll lick off with his own tongue cleaning up Steven.

"Uhm- Bye Y/n! See you later I guess!" Jonas says with a panicking slightly before rushing out of the restrooms.

"I love you Y/n. I want you to know that. You're mine and mine only. I'll do anything for you Y/n. And I want you to know that Jonas will never be able to see you again." Steven confesses. Y/n didn't really understand fully what Steven said and half of him didn't really care as he still was in the pure bliss he was feeling minutes ago.

Steven rolls up the bottom of his shirt showing Y/n a tattoo on by his v-line that says "Y/n L/n's property." "I got even more that I'll have to show you once we get home!" Steven says with a bright smile.

"Look at this!" Steven says lifting up his shirt even more revealing Y/n's initials cut into him scarring it into for life.

"Jeez Steven... We've only been dating for a couple of weeks. Uhm I really don't know what to say." Y/n says a bit freaked out.

"That doesn't matter! Me and you were made for each other don't you get that? Together forever and ever!" Steven remarks back.

Y/n slowly begins to back up away from Steven opening the stall door and walks out. "Well- Steven lets go. We have been here for too long. How about you go back to the car while I get the cart and everything and buy our stuff." Y/n says trying to get the hell away from him.

Before Steven could say anything Y/n bolts out the restroom speed walking to the cart as planned. Steven quickly follows suit shouting a quick "Slow down!"

THE END... Or is it?

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