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sp0o0kylights · 1 month

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Wayne takes in a Beat to Shit Steve Harrington after Starcourt as n Owed Favor to Hopper Part 4

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The kid was madder than a wet hen.

Just as slippery as one too, when he got like this--music pulsing like a living thing to signal all his rage and upset.

Not like Wayne hadn’t expected it.

He just wished it wasn’t quite so damn loud.

The music had started up almost immediately after Eddie had stormed to his room, startling Steve awake and nearly making Wayne curse for it.

Normally it was a good thing--music meant Eds was willing to listen instead of heading for the hills.

Normally, they didn't have a house guest who looked like he'd gone ten rounds with a bear.

They had a routine for this, was the thing and the music was a key part of it. It worked all the edges off for Wayne, and he'd long figured out that about thirty minutes was a the perfect length of time for Eddie to stew before he could actually talk things through.

Given the hand Harrington put to his forehead, Wayne wasn't eager to give him that thirty minutes.

Not when Steve deserved little peace he could have.

Unfortunately, so did Eds.

Still.

Strutting through the door and demanding to talk right now was a bad move and so, with a sympathetic look given to Steve, Wayne did what he did best

Gave space.

Let Eddie rage, as Wayne got up and shuffled about the kitchen.

Pulled out the soft earplugs he pretended weren’t there for Eds to steal (playing that damn loud guitar all the time could not be good for his ears) and offered them to Steve, before making two cups of what Wayne privately thought was the Munson “chitchat” drink.

One cup of hot water, one packet swiss miss, a small amount of maple syrup drizzled in, topped with little marshmallows they reserved for these types of situations.

Wayne took his time with it, thinking through what he wanted to say.

‘I understand that this is a screen door on a submarine kind of situation...’

Nope.

‘Son I know you hate listening to anyone for anything but this is serious...’

Absolutely not--that would end up with the boy bolting for sure.

‘Ed’s, I love you but could we please turn Ozzy off while we talk? That man wails louder than any damn cat I have ever met.’

That one was purely self indulgent, mostly because the wall was starting to shake.

Wayne put the finishing touches on the cocoa before staring at both of them.

Perhaps if he stared the Garfield mug in its eyes hard enough, the right words would come through.

They did not.

He kept trying, standing there long enough for the cocoa to reasonably have cooled and for Eddie’s song to flip over to something with more screaming in it than singing.

Wayne supposed that this was the hardest part of being a parent. You just didn’t get to have the magical one liner. The right thing to say at just the right time.

The joke that would ease all the tension and let things progress forward nice and easy.

Instead, you got to fumble your way through the dark with a flashlight up your ass and hope you were going in the right-ish direction. Ideally without making things worse.

Wayne was here though, and that had to count for something.

(Knew it counted for something--because Eddie was still here.

They had cleared hurdles far higher than this when it came to trust. They’d get through this too, come what may.

Steve too.)

“Can I just ask,” Eddie started, aggressive as always when Wayne finally gave in and entered his room, feeling all sorts of awful for the migraine Steve had to have, “what the absolute fuck is happening?”

Sure as fire he was sitting on his bed, leg bouncing a mile a minute.

An unlit cigarette hung between two fingers, looking a little chewed on, but otherwise undisturbed--as it should be, because one of Wayne’s few rules was that smoke stayed outside the house.

“You could.” Wayne said loudly but agreeably, as he turned himself around and dropped down next to his kid.

Held out the Garfield mug, and was happy when it was taken from him.

“Figured you might have other things to say, though.”

Likely a lot of things.

It was as good an opening as any, and his kid didn’t disappoint, launching right to it.

“Why is he here and not at a hospital?”

‘Here’ was punctuated by Ed’s hand winging towards the door, and while it wasn’t the righteous fury Wayne expected, it was at least, an easy answer to give.

“Steve has some people looking for him. Bad people. Hospital makes him an easy target.”

Wayne was still talking loud. Could only hear Eddie himself because he was looking at the kid’s lips more than he was actually hearing his voice.

Eddie took that in, swallowing it about as well as he’d swallowed anything he hadn’t liked.

And thank the stars above, he finally reached a hand out and turned the music down. Not a lot--Steve wouldn’t be able to hear them over all this--but enough that Wayne didn’t have to struggle.

“We’re hiding him from the cops now?!” Ed’s spat.

“Cops know he’s here. Hopper’s the one who asked me to take him.” Wayne reminded him, because it was the truth.

Not the full truth, but given how Ed’s pissed off half the local PD on a good day, Wayne absolutely did not want to see his nephew take on Federal Agents.

(Particularly not the kind who were going ‘round killing kids.)

“So--what?” Eddie yanked hard on his hair, a gesture that looked less intentional and more like he was trying to fight his own anger down. “Hopper just called you up and said ‘Hey, we had a whoopsie with the rich kid, the hospital’s not safe anymore. Can we stash him with you for a few days?”

Wayne nodded once, slow-like.

Always remembered how too fast movements had made Eddie flinch and jerk back when was littler, and given the way Steve was looking, figured it was a good time to be cautious again.

“He did.”

“And you just--agreed? Just like that!?”

“I did.”

He pretended not to see Eddie boggle at him at the simple admission, so furious that he seemed to struggle for words when he normally had too many to say.

Wayne took advantage.

“We did talk a bit more than that, I’ll admit.”

Ed’s scoffed. “About the weather I’m sure.”

“‘Bout trust.”

Eddie blinked at that.

“Trust.” He echoed flatly.

“What have I always told you? People like to ask you to trust them, but you they don’t get to have it until--”

“They provide proof or a reason.” Eddie finished with an eyeroll. “So which did Hopper provide then?”

Wayne took a noisy sip of his coca. Smacked his lips a little before saying: “Both.”

Didn’t bother to say anything else, because he knew Eddie would finish the thought for him.

“One of them was me, wasn’t it.”

Eds didn’t say it like a question, but Wayne hummed in agreement anyway.

He wasn’t gonna shame his boy, but he wasn’t gonna sugar coat Eddie’s involvement in this either. Not when he’d already admitted that was half the reason Hopper had gone to Wayne to begin with.

“No one is expecting Steve to be here.” He said, seeing the chance to hammer home the most important part of this entire shitshow. “So long as no one finds out he’s here, he’ll be safe. Everyone will be safe.”

Steve from the Feds who were hunting him for while he was busy being involved in shit he couldn’t control and Eddie because he had a mouth that most people didn’t like.

Not small town people anyway, and absolutely not authority figures with guns.

“Who’s even after him?” Eddie was theatrical as always, hands waving away as he talked. “Did he make a deal with the mob? Piss off some other rich guy? I know it’s not anything drug related, I’d have heard about it by now.”

After years of experience, Wayne knew exactly how far to lean away to stay out of range, too used to his nephew talking with his entire body.

“That’s his story to tell ya, Ed’s. It ain’t mine. Same way it ain’t my place to tell him your story.”

That at least got the boy to think for a minute. Put down that frustration he carried with him all the time, and use the brain they both knew he had.

“How long is he staying here?”

Wayne shrugged. “Don’t know.”

Eddie sighed and mockingly mimicked Wayne, taking an obnoxious slurp of his cocoa. “The neighbors are going to notice if he’s here more than a few days. The trailer park isn’t exactly big.”

“They didn’t notice that time you decided to make fireballs with the cooking spray and about blew up half the driveway. Don’t think they’re gonna notice someone being quiet in the house.”

Eddie snorted, and probably rolled his eyes again, not that Wayne could see it given the kid was looking into his own mug as he thought it all through.

Wayne sat with him as he processed.

Eds worked at his own pace with things, and while life at large might be against that, Wayne was happy to let him do it. Found it easier that way, then trying to poke and prod and force him like so many father figures did.

Wayne’s patience was rewarded not even a full minute later, when Eddie turned to him and asked;

“What if he finds out?”

This in a quieter voice. An unsure one--words and body hunching in a way unlike the Eddie the world outside knew, but very much like the little boy Wayne had brought inside his home.

It took Wayne a moment to connect the dots--he’d been speaking out of the place parents and authority figures often do, and in doing so hadn’t thought much of the fact his nephew had a real secret.

The kind small town minds didn’t like--and would kill him over.

This all wasn’t about Wayne taking in Steve, he realized abruptly. It was that Steve being here meant Eddie couldn’t be himself.

Could not relax in a place he was accepted for who he was, because Wayne knew and made sure Eddie understood he was wanted here, had a place here, regardless of who he loved.

Now, Wayne had gone and removed it.

‘Shit.’

“He won’t.” Wayne said.

Knew that wasn’t enough, and so, promised: “But if he does, I’ll make sure he understands his safety here relies on your own.”

Ed’s chin jerked in a nod, the two of them sitting in silence for a moment before the boy did as he often did when he wanted a hug but felt too awkward to ask for one, and tipped himself into Wayne’s side.

“Thanks old man.” Eddie whispered into his shoulder and not for the first time, Wayne wished things were easier for the poor kid as he put his mug in one hand and hugged his kid with the other.

Hoped that in the future, it would be.

Even if he had to force everyone and everything coming after him--and now Steve--to do it.

(Wondered vaguely, how bad it was that he was already getting as protective as Steve as he was of his own kid.

Probably very, given his kid clearly hated Harrington.)

xXx

Wayne took the first night of Steve’s stay off.

He wasn’t the type to use his PTO lightly. Was used to rationing it for any possible thing Eddie might need him for.

A night up sick when he was younger, to a night spent chasing him down during some of their bad spots--but the last year or so Wayne had slowly realized he hadn’t had to use it much.

He was still careful with it though, precious as it was, and was thankful for it now as it ensured his nephew didn’t murder their house guest.

Or at the very least, didn't sit there pecking at him.

The kid might've failed English a few times, but he had a real gift with words and an even better one with insults.

(Wayne wasn't quite clear on what all the "King" jabs were about, and absolutely did not get why Steve looked far more hurt at the comment about his "sad ass floppy hair" but given the increasingly flat look Steve was throwing Eddie's way, Wayne figured it couldn't be anything good.)

Thankfully a pointed reminder about Steve's injuries had finally gotten them all some peace, enough for Harrington to drop back to sleep--and for Wayne to realize he looked a little too dead while he did it to be comfortable getting any sleep himself.

The kids chest barely moved, and that it ate at Wayne’s until he got up and shoved a hand under his nose.

Felt his breath, and told himself the poor sod was fine.

Hurt, absolutely, but alive.

Over and over again, until the sun had made its rotation in the sky, bringing the morning with it.

‘Better than nightmares, I suppose.’ Wayne figured, as exhaustion scraped at his eyelids.

Those Wayne knew, would come later. When Steve’s brain caught up to the rest of him, and stopping dumping survival chemicals through his battered body.

He'd given up on sleep entirely sometime around 1 am, and now he sat at his small kitchen table, writing out a medication schedule for Harrington so he and the kid both knew when he could have his next Tylenol.

Wasn’t even halfway through it before Eddie made his typically late appearance and blew through his door.

Had his back up from the moment he’d stepped a foot in the kitchen and it didn’t take a genius to see he’d worked himself into a snit again.

Unfortunately for him, whatever scenario that imaginative brain of his had cooked up fell flat to the reality that was the poor kid on the couch.

Steve Harrington was one a hell of a sight.

Didn’t help that he was doing his level best to make himself as small as possible, curled deep into Wayne's ancient couch.

The blankets covered the ribs and hid away most of the damage, but there wasn’t much Steve could do to hide the shiners on his face--or the marks around his neck.

Not when they’d grown worse overnight, practically inviting questions.

It was almost laughable how quickly Eddie ate whatever words he’d prepared, mouth awkwardly chewing around them as if they were tangible.

The less-than-sneaky looks he threw at the younger teen were equally amusing, and if Wayne wasn’t trying to peace keep, he’d have given in and chuckled when Eds split attention caused him to pour half his coffee into the sink rather than a cup.

Looked utterly lost when, after finishing putting his coffee together and grabbing some junk food thing that absolutely was not a breakfast item, he came to stand awkwardly at Wayne's shoulder, openly staring as Steve blatantly ignored him.

Eds didn’t know what to do, and Wayne couldn't blame him.

Seemed to keep thinking he was going to encounter a boy that likely no longer existed, and whose blood tinged specter just made things sad.

Shit like this, Wayne knew, took a man’s ego and warped it, shaping it to something else entirely.

At least for Steve, it seemed that getting wrapped up in whatever mess he had had shaped him for the better, instead of pretzeling him into something worse. That, Wayne thought, spoke to the boy's character more than anything he’d done prior.

(It helped to know what Hopper tolerated and what he didn’t. That he’d vouched for Steve in the same way Wayne knew he’d vouched for Eddie, even if Eddie didn’t yet realize the cop he antagonized so much would do that for him.)

That didn't erase the history his kid had with Harrington, though.

Wouldn't stop him from seeing the old Steve, first.

‘Don’t you got school?” Wayne asked when he decided Ed had stared enough.

“Yeah, yeah.” Eddie waved him off, trotting out the door. “Bye old man, house parasite!”

It was clearly a jab, meant to nettle, but Steve barely acted like he heard it.

Wayne rolled his eyes.

“Goodbye, Eds.” He said firmly, much of a warning as he ever gave, and fondly watched his nephew scuttle out the door.

Turned to see how Steve was taking things, and was once again given a reminder that Steve wasn’t doing a hell of a lot other than feeling his injuries.

“I think I promised you a game, son.” Wayne said gently, startling Steve out of the distant, dim look he had trained on the wall.

It wasn’t a lot to offer in terms of a distraction, but it would have to do.

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bitterkarella · 7 days

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Midnight Pals: Patience

Thomas Disch: neil in the good omens game, is there a way to escape the dungeon without using the wizard's key? Neil Gaiman: ah! a very good question! Clive Barker: what? that's a terrible question Gaiman: ah but there are NO bad questions, clive Gaiman: curiosity is the rain that waters the seed of knowledge

Debbie Dadey: um excuse me sir neil gaiman but in Good Omens S2E42 aziraphale is shown performing the musubi dachi stance, but everyone knows that angels don't know karate Dadey:[pushing glasses up nose] i sure hope someone was fired for THAT blunder Gaiman: ah! a fine observation, thank you for sharing! Gaiman: so great to communicate with astute readers!

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King: incredible! nothing flusters him! Poe: he's unflappable King: like the world's most patient kindergarten teacher Barker: no way, i don't buy it Barker: nobody's THAT patient Barker: i bet i could get him to snap Poe: clive

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Neil Gaiman: you see dean Gaiman: you can see anything, do anything Gaiman: BE anything Gaiman: without ever leaving home! Dean Koontz: wowwww Gaiman: all you have to do is use your super power Koontz: my super power?? Gaiman: yes Gaiman: it's called Gaiman: IMAGINATION!!

Ray Bradbury: it was many years yonder when the open spaces were open and the blue skies were blue, and soda pop cost just a nickel and if you didn't have a nickel a smile would do, when you could see marshmallow dragons and candy corn castles in the clouds and you could do it all with the power of Dean Koontz: oh yeah imagination, i already know that Bradbury: and- what Koontz: yeah, neil gaiman told me Bradbury:

Ray Bradbury: listen neil i hear you've been going around extolling the power of imagination Neil Gaiman: ah imagination! the poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release- Bradbury: zip it bud Bradbury: there's ONE dream weaver in this town and that's me Bradbury: the limitless vista of a child's imagination ain't big enough for the both of us!!!

Bradbury: i have more child-like whimsy in my little finger, gaiman! Bradbury: and i will use it to paint a rainbow of nostalgic vibes that will have you crying! Bradbury: come at me, neil!! i'll make your childhood fuckin' magical!

Gaiman: wonderful, brilliant! just an excellent threat Gaiman: the craftsmanship of it was sublime, you should be very proud, ray Bradbury: Bradbury: are you Bradbury: are you being sarcastic? Poe: i don't think he knows how

Bradbury: you're so genuine, i can't stay mad at you Gaiman: perhaps, ray, there is room in the world of imagination for the both of us Gaiman: in fact, maybe there's room for ALL who seek to fly on the wings of a shared dream!

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lovexdeepspace · 2 months

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“life without you.”

summary; months after breaking up with them, they come for reconciliation.

warnings; heartbreak, break-ups

note; wowowow the first part to this blew up and i am so beyond thankful for all the love! after this comes more requests :D

!! divider by @cafekitsune !!

first part | angst ending

“we should probably see other people.”

༊*·˚. xavier

it had been a couple of months since you broke things off with xavier and the way his face had contorted into one of subtle shock made you feel, well, better about things. although it had pained you to say the words, knowing that he was instantly hit with something — be it guilt, regret, sadness, whatever — made you feel better knowing it meant he still cared enough about you.

though the months of silence that followed had you second guessing that notion, no matter how many times you tried to tell yourself it was normal for this to happen and that you should take advantage of this time. you would never admit to anyone the many nights you would spend on your couch, waiting around late at night hoping that knock would come on your door and your sleepy hunter would be on the other side.

perhaps you ended up manifesting it one too many times, however, because now you stand pj-clad in your doorway with one hand on your hip and a raised brow as xavier held out a round, marshmallow-looking stuffed bunny to you.

“what’s this?” you deadpanned, knowing exactly what he was doing — you just wanted to hear him say it.

xavier’s lips pressed into a tight line as he avoided your eyes and muttered, “i really screwed up. i didn’t realize how good things were with you until i lost you.”

you stayed silent, motioning for him to continue when he glanced your way.

“i don’t deserve to ask you for forgiveness, let alone should i expect you to take me back,” he said, holding your gaze, “but i’d be even more of a fool not to try. i’m so, so sorry i put you in such a shitty situation.”

xavier pushed the bunny a little closer to you, brightening a bit as you took it into your arms. it was soft and downright adorable, a stuffed reflection of the man in front of you(though, again, something else on the list of things that wouldn’t be admitted by you).

“i don’t expect you to answer me any time soon,” he added quickly, filling the silence, “so i’ll just —“

“xavier.”

the blonde immediately shut his mouth, giving you his rapt attention. with a sigh you look from the bunny to him before extending a hand to him, albeit hesitantly.

“i was in the middle of watching a movie,” you said, earning a confused look. “do you want to finish it with me?”

if your heart wasn’t racing by that point, the way xavier’s face broke out in a grin before he grabbed your hand excitedly and pulled you into your own apartment had it pounding against your rib cage like a drum.

༊*·˚. rafayel

you recieved a torrent of snarky, snappy texts following your brief break-up with rafayel. he switched between gaslighting you that nothing was happening and that you were overreacting to him acting nonchalant about the whole thing; it was so bad that you had to block his number before you even got back to your apartment, which was a few blocks away.

it was weird to not have your phone blowing up all day long but, at the same time, the silence was a sort of reprieve while you dealt with the emotional repercussions of the whole situation. it allowed you some peace of mind and gave you the space needed to cope and, with the months that followed, grow more comfortable with not being in a relationship anymore.

you had finally found yourself at peace once again, keeping yourself busy with things to do like trying out the new restaurant downtown. as you were getting ready to head out, a knock came from your front door.

“just a minute!” you called, adjusting the collar of your blouse in the mirror before heading to the door and opening it. “oh.”

standing in front of you was rafayel and thomas, the latter giving you a sweet smile and a wave.

“nice to see you!” he chirped before giving rafayel a shove on the shoulder and gesturing to you. “i’ll be in the car.”

“good seeing you, too, thomas,” you called as he walked off, then turned to rafayel. “so. it took your manager forcing you for you to come see me?”

rafayel pouted at you and crossed his arms over his chest. “last i checked, you’re the one who blocked my number.”

you barked out a laugh, unsure as to why you’d be surprised about the audacity of this man. “well, maybe it’s because you tried to downplay my feelings!”

“well i’m sorry, okay?” rafayel retorted, matching your raised volume. “there, happy?”

“happy?” you echoed, running a hand down your face. “rafayel, if you really think —”

“you’re right.”

you froze, biting back the rest of your statement and raising a brow. “i’m right?”

rafayel nodded, dropping his arms to his sides. “i fucked up. like truly, undoubtedly fucked up. and here i am, thinking i can just say sorry and fix it all but that’s not how it works. i’ve got this whole front to keep up to protect my stupid ego but. . .” he sniffles and you realize there are tears in his eyes but he continues before you can speak up.

“fuck my ego,” he spat, clearly more angry at himself with every word he spoke. “my life has been complete and utter shit without you in it. i thought i knew what i was doing but i was wrong and i can’t even begin to express how sorry i am. i don’t deserve forgiveness or anything from you but gods you deserved an apology and i hope this is at least somewhat sufficient.”

rafayel sniffled again, the tip of his nose reddening as he wiped at his eyes. you were shocked to say the least, rooted to the spot as you watched the man you always thought to be so invulnerable breaking down in front of you.

slowly you reached out and your hands pulled his away from his face. he looked at you with wide, teary eyes as your hands cupped his face, your thumbs brushing the few remaining tears away. he whispered your name and you sighed, feeling all the hardened feelings towards the artist and your breakup softening to mush.

“i’ve missed you,” he whispered, leaning into your touch, and everything gets thrown out the window as you press a quick kiss to his forehead, then his cheeks, then the corner of his lips.

“i missed you too,” you said quietly. “come inside — i’ll tell thomas that i’ll drive you home later.”

༊*·˚. zayne

his coldness towards you was to be expected but still stung more than you could’ve expected. what made the break-up even worse was that you had to do it at the hospital and she was present for it all. you had tripped over your words and felt like a fool but knew, deep down, it needed to be done to prevent you from spending another sleepless night.

you had accounted for the way you’d feel when you’d find his clothes in your laundry; you’d accounted for the way your heart would surge whenever the rare occurrence came that you’d see him out and about in linkon city; everything was thought out and prepared for to avoid feeling too harshly.

what you had failed to account for, however, was how you’d feel when you came home one day to find zayne sitting on your couch with at least ten different bouquets of flowers surrounding him.

first it was shock — you quite literally dropped all your belongings. zayne raised an eyebrow at your reaction as if it wasn’t incredibly surprising to see him sitting in your apartment after having months of no contact.

second it was realization — you hadn’t taken your spare key back. as soon as it hit you your shock wore off and you groaned, running a hand down your face. after a long day at work this was the last thing you were expecting and needed.

last came the indifference. you gestured to him, then to the door. zayne stood slowly and walked around the bouquets, heading for the door. you were surprised up until he shut the door and headed back to his original spot on the couch.

“zayne,” you deadpanned. “that was a sign for you to leave.”

“do you really want me to leave?” the doctor asked, his steely gaze sending shivers down your spine.

no. “why are you even here?” you asked, defeated, purposely avoiding the question. “months of not talking and you suddenly appear in my apartment? what gives?”

“i need to apologize,” zayne replied bluntly, gesturing to the plethora of flowers surrounding him. “did the flowers not make that obvious? are they not enough? should i have gotten more?”

he looked somewhat distraught as he looked around him and you shook your head with a sigh to cover up the way the corners of your mouth twitched. you’d hardly seen zayne so stressed let alone stressed over flowers and if they were enough for you.

“zayne, the flowers are lovely,” you assured him. “more than i know what to do with, though.”

zayne nodded slowly, a bit more at ease. he stood once more and walked over to you, stopping right in front of you. he took a deep breath and looked you square in the eye, though you noted the way his eyes flitted down to your lips for a split second.

“what i did, how i treated you, all of it was unacceptable,” he said softly and you couldn’t help but already feel him worming his way through your walls. “i don’t know what i was thinking — or if i was even thinking at all. you are the most caring, respectful, and loving partner anyone could ever ask for. i was so lucky to have you by my side and i foolishly messed everything up.”

you wanted to reach out and wrap your arms around him, truly, but he still looked as if he had more to say so you held yourself back for a moment longer.

“you are everything to me,” he said, “and i will do whatever i need to do to regain your trust, your love, everything. however long it takes — days, months, years, nothing else matters to me more than you.”

you were in awe of the man standing before you, so moved by his words and actions that you couldn’t help but wind your arms around him and pull him close to you. you could feel him relax in your embrace, something that nobody else could do no matter what. with your cheek pressed to his chest, you smiled to yourself as you felt him press a kiss to the crown of your head and his arms wrap tightly around you.

“since i went a little overboard with the flowers,” he mumbled, “do you think we should take them down to the hospital and give them out to the patients?”

there he was. your zayne. sweet, compassionate, loving zayne.

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deadsetobsessions · 2 months

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As the girl who came up with the Triplet! Tim AU PLEASSEEEEE continue it!!!!! I NEED to see Bruce who thought he had one robin finding out he actually has three separate completely different ones

I gotchu lmfao I think I’ll get to Bruce later? I’m really happy you liked it omg like that idea is so good

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Their plan was perfect! It would have been perfect, had it not been for Dick Grayson and his nosy face!

Batman might not have known his identity, but Dick Grayson did. He promised to keep it from Batman, but Tim hadn’t exactly thought about his secret identity when he showed up to harass the man into being Robin again.

And now, they’re paying for it.

Tim leaned back and crossed his arms as he watched Dick cradle his head in his hands, looking half a short breath away from a mental breakdown.

“Are you telling me… there’s three of you?”

“Yes, Dick.” Tim sighed, having answered this exact question ten times in the past two minutes.

Dick lifted his head, wide eyes looking a little feverish… no, looking a little manic.

“Tim. Your name is Tim, right? I’m not-”

“Yes, my name is Tim. Technically, so are the others. But the one here with us is Lionel.”

“No, wait, Tim, you understand how this is- insane, right? It’s not even remotely in the realm of mentally healthy.” Dick paused. “Wait, are you skipping school right now?!?”

“Has anyone ever told you your priorities are screwed up, Dick?” Lionel-Tim walked back into the room, hands full of snacks and, most importantly, Dick’s emergency marshmallow bag. Dick turned to Lionel, eyes full of guilt, and grabbed the bag of marshmallows like a dehydrated man in the middle of a desert who’s only couple of feet away from an oasis that he’s been looking for for days.

“Oh my god. I’ve had three younger brothers and I thought they were all the same kid!” Dick wailed, grabbing a handful of marshmallows and stress cramming it into his mouth. Tim threw him a disgusted look.

“To be fair, we made sure to train to act like each other from a really early age,” Tim said, snatching the bag of chips that Lionel chucked at his head. His snack laden triplet plonked himself on the plush spinning chair, shoving a hand inside the bag of gummy worms and cramming it down his throat as he spun around.

“I can’t believe I’ve never even checked up on you at your place!! If I did, I would have noticed it way earlier!”

“Probably not,” Lionel mumbled through his mouthful of colorful gummy worms. “You only caught us because Tim got beat half to death by an edgy crime lord teenager.”

Dick hunched into himself, a myriad of complicated emotions- largely, guilt and fury and heartbreak- wormed its way past his face. Tim glared and threw a chip at his triplet.

“It’s fine, Dick. Lionel’s just being an asshole. We’re taking care of it. Revenge prank.” Tim explained.

“He wouldn’t have caught us and you know it.” Lionel grumbled.

“I’ll help.” Dick mumbled dejectedly.

“You’ll have to get in line, Wing,” Tim went back to his laptop. “My thirds got first dibs, and I’m not planning on staying still either. I’m gonna mess with Jason’s slush funds.”

“He’s got a stash of cash locked up in the fourth safe house, but that’s not interesting. Look!” Lionel proudly displayed a duffle bag- from where he got it from, Dick had no clue- and unzipped it to show batteries, lightbulbs, and random bits and bobs.

“What is that?” Dick asked.

“That’s the second lightbulb in his bathroom light! This is the left battery in his TV remote! And this is half of his back up boot laces. I took all of his 10 mm sockets! And the specialized socket he got for his bike! And this,” Lionel grinned, lifting up a piece of fabric. “Is his pillow case!”

“Niceee.” Tim whistled. He tossed a piece of tech at Lionel. “Sneak back into his house and put that in between his pillows. It’ll keep both sides uncomfortably warm.”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Is… this revenge for almost killing you?” Dick asked.

“It’s either this or complete and total financial ruin, social death, and then actual death.” Tim tapped away at his laptop.

“You’re kind of scary, you know that?”

“We know!” Lionel chirped.

“Base, come in.”

“Base,” Tim quickly replied, laser focused on Archy’s call. Lionel and Dick quieted.

“Hood’s lurking outside the school like a creep,” Archy muttered into the comm, papers rustling behind him.

Dick tensed, upset making itself visible once more.

“You still have the container I gave you this morning in your pocket?”

“Yes.”

Tim smirked in a way that made Dick suddenly have a horrible need to shake and lecture him on the moralities of not becoming a villain. “It’s glitter. Purple and pinks.”

“…Ah.”

“Godspeed, Archy!” Lionel chirped again, sounding slightly more demented.

A moment of silence before-

“Oof!” A puff. “Oh, no! I’m so sorry, mister!”

On the other end of the comm, the gruff voice of a beefy teenager spluttered, “What- why do you- egh- my mouth! The glitter went into- pleh, pleh! What the fuck, kid?!”

“I’m so sorry! It was supposed to be for a project! I worked so hard to mix the colors right! Wait, stay still, mister! I’ll help!”

Archy, eyes wide and innocent, patted some more glitter onto the vigilante.

“No, stop! Stop! You’re getting it on my bike!”

“It’s a pretty color- oh hey, this is open-”

“No! That’s the fuel tank!”

“Oh! Whoops! Sorry!”

As chaos spread on the other side of the comms, Tim and Lionel burst into cackles. Dick choked on the marshmallows, helplessly shaking with laughter.

Lionel whacked at Dick’s back, hysterically giggling.

“That’s- that’s Archy?”

“Archy pretending to be Lionel pretending to be me yeah. I hope he got glitter in the fuel tank.” Tim grinned.

“Want me to patrol tonight to see if he got the glitter out of his bike?”

Lionel jabbed his pointy elbows onto Dick’s shoulders. “Absolutely. Distract him, too! I gotta mess with his safe houses. He’ll never feel comfortable in a safe house ever again.”

“Don’t go overboard, Lionel.” Tim looked up. “But also, I changed his WiFi passwords to 123456, so do with that what you will.”

Lionel grinned. Dick mustered up a smile in response, pushing the guilt away. He had a lot to make up to his little brothers, and if terrorizing Jason was how he was going to accomplish that… well, Dick’s not feeling too nice about Jason right now.

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Batman squinted suspiciously at a humming Nightwing.

“Something happen?” He managed to ask.

“Hm? Oh, no, I got some nice pictures.”

“…I see.”

Batman, regardless of what his history might suggest, knew how to pick his battles. This? This thing that brought Nightwing’s murder smile? This was one battle he was willing to walk away from.

“Hey, B, you ever think about adopting more kids?”

Batman choked and promptly grappled away. Nightwing cackled.

“You can’t escape the question!”

Batman ran faster.

#Batman #nightwing: maybe i can adopt this time #nightwing being nightwing #nightwing #tim drake is a triplet au #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Jason getting effectively glitterbombed

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angel-of-the-moons · 7 months

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Mr and Mrs Knight

Steven Grant (Marc Spector + Jake Lockley) x Curvy!Fem!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, body dysmorphia, smut, suit kink, glove kink, fingering, PiV sex, creampie, squirting, misuse of The Suit™ (and truncheons), cosplay, established relationship, fluff

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: I am unashamed to admit that suits are fucking hot and the shit they do to me is what I imagine straight men feel when they see a VS model in lingerie. And Steven is hot. So is Marc. And Jake and Oscar in general you get the rest. Imagine the Mrs Knight suit looks something like this. (Also featuring the headcanons by @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction for Jake's craftiness!)

Taglist: @mundivagantsoul @belle-oftheball34 @steven-grants-world @denile-xo @whatevenisagrapefruit @hagridnmegamind @sapphire-and-ruby

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It had been a banger of a night. A fun Halloween bash at the museum, amazing costumes, great food. Donna even seemed to be in a decent mood. But of course that woman could have been faking it.

You and Steven decided to go with matching costumes. In a gross abuse of Steven, Marc, and Jake's status as Moon Knight, you'd convinced him to use his "Mr Knight" suit as his costume.

Jake helped you make yours to match. Finding the majority was easy enough at thrift stores (despite Marc's insistence that you should buy a new one), the mask was what was the pain.

That's where Jake's expertise came in. Sure his main skill was in knitting, but that didn't mean the man wasn't nuanced in other ways to make clothes. You couldn't count how many times Jake would stitch up the seams of your favorite jacket that you just refused to throw away, or how many times he'd hit you with that smug smile when you blubbered about how awesome he was for giving extra life into your jacket so you could wear it juuuust a bit longer.

Your mask turned out to be almost a perfect replica of his, complete with glowing lenses to match Steven.

You were nervous when you got dressed, looking in your floor-length mirror at your reflection.

Your hair was pinned back neatly to allow you to pull the mask on or off (because unlike Steven's, which was magically suited--pun intended--to be comfortable) without much problem, and you would still appear "flawless" as Steven put it.

But right now, you were having second thoughts. You weren't sure you liked how the skirt fit you. Or the blazer.

The waistband of the skirt squeezed your waist and the rolls of your tummy, the creases in the fabric seemingly emphasizing every imperfection you saw in yourself.

Your transparent white stockings were not helpful either, the bands squished the fat of your thighs in a way that made them look like muffins, even moreso than your tummy. They kept rolling down so much you had to buy garters to wear beneath your skirt just so they'd stay up...

You frowned at your reflection as the skirt rode up your legs, showing off the cute lace trim of the stockings and your squishy thighs; honestly if you weren't careful, or you bent over the skirt would bare your ass to the whole party.

You were tempted to go and grab that last minute shitty vampire costume you had stashed away, when Steven walked in, already dressed immaculately in that gorgeous white suit of his.

He adjusted the tie, not looking at you as he does so.

"Hey, luv, I'm fairly ready. I can help you with your makeup now, if..." His eyebrows shoot up and his mouth feels suddenly very dry at the sight of you all dressed up.

His tongue darts out to swipe at his bottom lip, moistening it as he clears his throat.

"You look good."

"Oh.... Thanks." You mumble shyly, trying to pull the edges of the blazer down to cover the rolls poking out of your skirt a bit more.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong, beautiful?" He said softly, moving up to you.

"I... I look like a marshmallow." You sigh hesitantly, your tone full of self-deprecation.

"Hey, now." Steven smiled sweetly, wrapping his arms around your waist as you tucked your face into his lapel.

"You're the most gorgeous marshmallow on the planet if that's the case." He told you, kissing the top of your head.

He felt something press down on him, and he looked up at the mirror, getting a full view of your back, but he saw Marc's face staring back at him with a cringed expression.

(Dude, that was the shittiest compliment ever. What woman wants to hear her being compared to a marshmallow??) He hissed.

Steven was about to retort, before you started bubbling out on laughter at how silly his compliment was.

"That was so corny." You snicker.

Steven gave a smug smirk at Marc before looking down at you with a soft, lovesick smile.

"Yeah, well, you love my sense of humor, eh?" He winked.

"Yeah... I guess I do." You smile back.

"Now, then! Your makeup. Let's sit you down so I can work on it for you!"

Whenever you had your doubts about your appearance, Steven, Marc, or Jake would pipe in and alleviate your worries. Sometimes all three at once, though rapid switching would often cause problems for them (like migraines).

You kept your eyes closed as Steven carefully applied your highlighter to your cheekbones, the brush tickling your skin, his shaky breaths ghosting over your face.

He would mumble some curses when he messed up, but would correct his mistake.

When you had asked him where on earth he learned to contour and highlight he shyly admitted he watched half a dozen tutorials on YouTube to get it perfect for you.

You felt the coldness of the liquid eyeliner as he painted on the wings with the white liner, the silver and gold glitter further adding to your look.

"'Kay luv, open your eyes so I can apply your mascara." He murmured, looking down in your makeup kit for the said cosmetic.

Once he did, he pulled out the black tube and made sure there was no excess before he carefully combed the white creamy substance on your eyelashes, lightening them up to enhance the face he'd helped apply for you.

Once he was finished with both eyes, he leaned back and allowed you to blink, smiling that puppy dog smile of his in satisfaction at his handiwork before placing the mascara tube back in the kit.

He lifted his hand and shook the bottle of setting spray so you wouldn't accidentally sweat it off or wipe it off with something during the night (or god forbid it rub off on the inside of your mask).

"Close em again for me."

You couldn't help but smile at his level of gentleness and politeness.

You restrained from physically recoiling as the cold setting spray hit your skin and quickly dried.

"Now, do you want to put on lipstick now or when we get to the party?" He asked as he watched your sickeningly gorgeous lashes flutter open. All the white, silver, and hints of gold on your face enhanced your eyes and their color, the very depths of them stealing his breath away.

"We can do it now. I have liquid matte and regular lipstick." You reply, smiling once again.

"Which would you prefer?" Steven asked you.

"Whichever you think would look best."

He sucked in a breath that his lungs were suddenly starving for, and grabbed the liquid tube.

His hand gently cupped your chin as he brushed the satiny lipstick onto your lips, carefully lining them so it wasn't too much. He'd even dipped his finger in your cosmetic glitter and applied a very gentle amount.

"Gorgeous." He breathed.

"Aww..." You giggle, thankful for the glitter and makeup that hid your blush at his praise.

"Now then... Let's go, shall we?" He said, taking your hand to help you stand and slip in your white heels.

As the two of you left, Steven could hear Jake in the back of their headspace.

(Que hermosa... Be careful, hermanito. If she bends over, I just might take over for the rest of the night and have that ass for myself.)

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Mr and Mrs Knight. That's what you two went as for the party. You two even won the prize for best couples costume!

Sure it was just a gift card to some restaurant, but it was exhilarating to hear how people adored your matching outfits.

And you couldn't help but notice all night that Steven simply couldn't keep his hands off of you.

He would get like that sometimes; working himself up like that, but trying to be subtle. You knew it was only a matter of time before an awkward boner would be the cause for the two of you to leave early, so you excused yourself to the restroom under an excuse to check and see if your makeup needed retouching or if you could go the rest of the night without your mask.

But you got a little nervous when two women went into the lavatory after you, and you felt trapped within your stall. You simply couldn't stand the glances from other women you were getting all night. You were afraid these two women who were clucking at each other like hens were amongst the ones judging you.

And your fears were confirmed.

"I can't believe that such a handsome guy would pick a blimp to be his girlfriend." One of them scoffed as she applied a fresh layer of brick red lipstick. As if she didn't have enough on already.

You felt your heart sink further inside of you as the other joined in.

"I know, right? It's gotta be her tits, only thing I can imagine. Maybe her ass, too." The other laughed as she touched up the false blood on the corners of her mouth.

"Either that or she gives good enough head that he can overlook the fact that if she ever got on top she could crush him." The first one snickered.

Your hands knotted in the mask you held in your hands, threatening to tear the stitches Jake so lovingly sewed in for you to wear tonight. You bit the inside of your cheek harshly as the two gossiped further.

"Ugh, and the sad thing is, he's cute, for a bookworm who won't shut up." The second sighed.

"Ugh, I know... I can look past the blabbering if I can see what he's packing."

"Right? I wonder if he's as good with his mouth as he is with his stupid history facts." The first giggled.

You gritted your teeth. You couldn't take much more, you knew that. Insulting you, you could take and bottle up to deal with later, probably in the heat and privacy of your shower.

But talking about Steven like he's some kind of... sex toy? No. Hell no. If you were anything, you were insanely protective over your boys. Even bordering on possessive at times (of course the same was true for the boys about you).

You were done.

You slammed the stall door open and sort of enjoyed how startled they seemed when they saw you, their jaws dropping when it hit them that you heard everything.

You hurriedly wash your hands and slip your gloves back on, gripping your mask in your hand tight as you spare them a backwards glance before leaving the lavatory to find Steven.

You felt sick to your stomach and you wanted to go home...

When you found him, his brows knitted upwards in concern at how tight-lipped and tense you were when you gripped his sleeve tight.

"Ey luv, what's wrong?" He murmured to you, leading you away from the crowd.

"I... I just want to go home." You say, the words those women said about your body weighing down on you, and the things they said about Steven burning hot in your gut. You weren't sure what to feel with this cocktail of emotions.

"Hey hey, okay we can leave." He says, kissing you on the forehead.

"Let's go."

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The walk back to your flat was... Difficult. You could barely hold yourself together, suddenly hyper-aware of every roll and stretch mark on your body, even the slight double chin you had when you moved your head a certain way.

It wasn't until you were in the lift of your building that you finally broke down, your reflection staring back at you in the walls of the tiny space, crushing down on you with every imperfection you saw.

You couldn't keep in the bubbling sobs, or the fat tears that rolled down your cheeks and ruined the makeup Steven worked so hard to put on you.

He cradled you against him and cooed to you, saying sweet nothings and whispering nothing but praise for your looks, rubbing your back and kissing your hair.

In the various angles of the reflections, and the oppressive feeling weighing down on Steven... He could see and feel Marc and Jake.

Both looked pissed. Marc almost looked violent.

(If anybody talks like that about our muñeca again...) Jake trailed off.

(Oh trust me, I'll do the honors.) Marc growled.

The walk back into your flat felt horrid. You didn't just cry, you ugly-cried. You ruined your makeup, your hair fell out of the pins, and your skirt rode up more with every rushed step you took to hurry up and get in to get into some baggy clothes that didn't showcase your body.

You didn't feel cute or sexy anymore, you felt... ugly.

And Steven didn't like that one bit. Marc and Jake retreated, knowing that their anger at your injured self-opinion wouldn't help. This kind of situation was a Steven situation. He knew best how to be the sweetest person on the planet with you.

But right now he wasn't feeling particularly sweet. Sure, you were upset. But he couldn't help but get a good look at you as you walked ahead of him, the skirt riding up so much that he could just barely see the black and blue panties you wore beneath, your cheeks peeking out from the edges of the fabric, the garter straps clinging desperately to your stockings in effort to keep them up your gloriously plush thighs to keep them up.

He felt hot beneath the collar, his trousers getting uncomfortably tight as blood flowed straight to his cock.

The moment the door closed behind you, your hands, trembling and rushed, went to unbutton the blazer to get it off of you quicker, sniffles and tiny sobs sneaking out of you in the process.

However, your actions were halted when Steven placed his hands gently on your shoulders from behind, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles through the fabric of your blazer, trying to soothe you.

"Love. You're gorgeous. Beautiful." He breathed, resting his forehead against the back of your head, inhaling the lingering scent of your shampoo.

"Steven, I'm... I'm not." You sniffle. "I'm fat, I can barely squeeze into a pair of jeans, I can't even shop at normal clothing stores for women. I get looks when I wear anything tight, and--and the things I hear people say about me--"

Your voice is broken off when you hiccup, feeling another sobbing fit try to get out of you.

"You don't understand what I'm sayin', luv." Steven smiled into your hair, ever patient.

"You're the prettiest girl in the world to us. You don't need a flat belly, or toned thighs to be pretty. You're funny, you're warm, and you're soft."

You made a shocked squeak when his hands snake around you, his gloved hands gripping at your belly and squeezing the plushness there through your clothes.

Your denial died in your throat when Steven rolled his hips into you, his hard cock throbbing as he rutted into the curve of your ass.

"You wouldn't be able to get to me like this if I didn't find you the most gorgeous woman on the planet. You wouldn't get Jake to say the filthy things he tells you in bed. You wouldn't have Marc snuggling you and resting his head in your lap or on your belly..."

His breathing got heavier as he rocked his hips into you further, a bitten-back whimper dying as he swallowed hard.

"S-Steven--"

"You've been driving me insane all night. This skirt looks so good on you." He says hotly in your ear, his fingers rolling up the hem of your skirt to reveal your panties and garters, making you gasp again.

"Those stockings huggin' you so tight. Been thinking about how badly I want to have my head between your legs, tonight." He growled.

Before you could say anything else, his gloved hand went up to your mouth and he tapped your lips, begging for entrance. Powerless to resist him, you let him press his fingers into your mouth, your tongue wetting them effectively before he pulled them away, and slipped down into your panties

He dragged one of his fingers up your puffy lips, parting your folds before he turned his attention onto your clit.

"S-S-Steven--" You whimper when he starts to circle the little nub.

"Hush, now. Let me show you, eh?" Steven said, biting at your earlobe softly.

You couldn't fight it, you couldn't fight the warm nectar that gushed out from you at his words and affirmations. All your mind could focus on was how wonderfully his fingers toyed with your cunt, deftly rolling, pushing, and pinching your clit in every way he knew that brought you the best pleasure, the fastest.

Your mind practically went blank when he curled two fingers into your weeping hole, the leather around his digits making them thicker than they normally would be, and providing a luxurious texture to your clit as he massaged you with his palm. His mouth trailed down your neck, breath hot on your skin as he bit down and sucked.

It wasn't like when Jake did this to you, no. Every one of them had different methods, different touches...

And Steven was particularly good at balancing out the sweet and the hard, paying more attention to your own pleasure than his. Sometimes, he would get so lost in pleasuring you he'd cum in his pants without even being touched.

This time was no different... in no time at all, he had you cumming so hard you almost fell to the floor, your slick gushing out and soaking the glove.

He smiled sweetly into the skin of your neck as he eased you forward, so you could press your palms on one of his desks, thighs quivering as you recollected yourself.

You barely saw through your haze clearly enough to catch Steven licking his glove clean through the reflection in the mirror on the desktop, his eyes closing in satisfaction at your savory taste.

You half expected him to drop to his knees and eat you out, next, but he doesn't. He just stands there for a moment, staring at you with a lidded and loving gaze, curls falling forward over his forehead as they always do.

That's when your self-consciousness rears its ugly head, and you pinch your legs together, and try to wiggle away from his gaze, to retreat to the safety of the bathroom and escape from his heated staring.

But in a flash, Steven is on you again, his hands gripping at your hips and that's when you feel the hot, heavy weight of his leaking cock slap against the barely clothed flesh of your ass as he rolls your skirt up completely over your hips.

"Steven!" You squeak.

"Hey, now... 'M not done showing you yet." His voice croaks out, heavy and barely coherent as the silk fabric of your panties brushes the head of his dick.

He groans, giving one more roll of his hips against your ass, smearing more precum on the fabric and skin, there; before he gripped the base, lining his cock up to your weeping hole.

"Fuck, luv. So soft. So wet f'me." He said, voice strained from barely contained arousal.

You squirmed, still feeling inadequate despite Steven's words and assurances.

God, you wanted him. You wanted him so badly. But right now you just felt so... so...

Your thoughts cut themselves off when he reached behind him, and from beneath his coat pulled out one of his engraved truncheons.

Placing it in front of you and gripping it with his other hand, pulling you tight against him as he thrust sharply into you, sheathing himself in one whole go, the tip of his cock slamming upwards so suddenly you felt his tip smush your cervix before he eased back.

"B-baby--" You whine, despite yourself.

"Not runnin' away, luv." Steven grunted into your hair as he thrust into you, his hands gripping tightly on the truncheon, using the bar to squeeze against your belly and hold you against him while he fucked you raw.

You couldn't fight the snapping of his hips or his raw need for you, right now. You couldn't hold back the moans and whimpers he wrenched out of you with each punctuation of his hips.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck--" You hear him wheeze as his thrusts get more and more desperate.

There is a metallic clang as he tosses the truncheon to the floor in favor of gripping your thigh and lifting your leg so your knee was on the desktop.

You let Steven guide you so you're practically laying face down on the desk, his cock still spearing you open, pussy fluttering around him at the change in position.

You were taken by surprise when he grips your wrists next, ripping off his tie before slipping it over your hands, before tying them together at the curve of your back. Not tight enough to cut off circulation, but tight enough you couldn't squirm free.

He hesitated a moment. As nice as it would be to watch the soft flesh of your ass bounce and ripple while he fucked you... He didn't want to do it like this.

So, without further hesitation on his part, he gripped you, lifting you off your feet and rolling you so you were laying with your upper half on the desktop, pulling your legs up so your calves rested on his shoulders, all without dislodging from the warm tightness of your cunt.

You whimpered as he does this, and try to wriggle from his tie so you could cover your face, your running makeup and smeared lipstick.

Your pitiful, chubby face--

"Hey, hey..." His voice is soft and shaky as he leans in, cupping your cheek with one hand as your thighs squish against the both of you.

He caresses your soft cheek with a thumb and he smiles.

"Don't hide from me, sweetheart. You're gorgeous and I want to see you."

"Steven, I..." You whimper as your pussy clenches around his shaft, making it twitch inside of your tight, gummy walls.

His eyes rolled back with a groan.

"I'm not gonna stop until you see what I see." He grunts, dragging his cock out slowly until only the tip remains inside of you, the rest of your cunt squeezing desperately around nothing.

You're barely given a moment of respite before he snaps his hips into yours again, fucking you relentlessly and hitting your sweet spot over and over withe every arch of his hips.

Some of Marc's precision was bleeding into him as he aimed the tip of his cock like a weapon against your g-spot, pounding into you hard and fast, stoking the fire in your belly so hotly that you felt the embers scatter throughout your veins, every nerve in your body aflame in pleasure.

His left hand kneads the soft skin of your thigh, squishing and rolling the plush flesh beneath his gloved fingers before he slips his other hand between you, circling your clit mercilessly, making you shriek with every sharp thrust of his hips.

He loved how your body jiggled and bounced with every thrust; how your tits were bouncing so hard that they were spilling out of the top of your bra cups, your blazer falling completely open around you, now.

Despite still being fully clothed, you felt utterly naked beneath his gaze. Fresh tears burned in your eyes as he crammed his cock into you over and over again, his fingers working your second orgasm out of you faster and faster with every swipe of his fingers.

"It's okay, luv." Steven moaned, turning his head to plant a kiss on the inside of your knee, the leg he was squishing in his fingers.

"Cum for me, yeah? Show me how pretty you are." He pants, his thumb pressing hard into your clit.

That was all it took, the friction of his fingers, the thrusts of his hips, and each jab of his cock, plus his words? You were on cloud nine, brain fried and all sense gone as drool dribbled down your chin and you cum with a choked cry, babbling out his name over and over as your body clamps down, gushing around his cock, spraying out and soaking his hand and the front of his suit.

Steven, poor, loveable, goofy Steven could never hold out too long after you came, the squeezing and milking of your pussy was simply too much for him to bear.

Your eyes rolled back and you felt yourself spasm in an aftershock as you felt the hot ropes of his cum painting your walls a milky white, flooding your hungry cunt with everything he had to give you.

He drops your leg, wrapping them around his waist as he leans in and kisses you roughly, his tongue pushing past your lips to twine with yours and steal your recovered breaths.

"See... You're fucking beautiful. Wouldn't do this to us otherwise." He mumbles against your lips.

"Oh... God." You whimper.

Your mind ticks back into sanity and you realize the two of you are still clothed. Your outfit was of course mussed, but Steven was almost completely immaculate. The only thing he was missing of his suit was his tie, and the only sign of mess was the wet stain on his front, and his cock still sheathed inside of you.

"Hmm." He hummed softly, looking down at you with the softest gaze he could fix on you.

Steven gave you a sweet kiss to your forehead before he moved his mouth to the shell of your ear.

"And if you still don't believe me... Jake and Marc want to have a word with you."

#moon knight #steven grant smut #steven grant x you #steven grant x reader #steven grant

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spoonsand · 1 month

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RIP RED DEAD CHARACTERS YOU WOULD HAVE LOVED

Dutch- disposable fruity flavoured (mango) vapes, Duolingo

Hosea- rollerblading, old VHS movies, The Sound of Music, ear studs, small hoops, and ear cuffs

Arthur- LED strip lights, therapy, The Joy of Painting

John- Ax body spray, deodorant, those little arm floaties little kids wear in the pool

Mary-Beth- Lego flowers, The Notebook, Pinterest

Tilly- Easter egg hunts, making slime, slumber parties

Karen- Tube/crop tops, jean shorts, weightlifting

Sean- make your own mead kits, TikTok, “kiss me in Irish”, SUNSCREEN

Abigail- AirTags (she would put one on little Jack), Roasting marshmallows, Crime shows/courtroom dramas, Man! I Feel like a woman! By Shania Twain

Uncle- recliner chairs, dog sledding, Wheel of Fortune, Crosswords

Susan- Dark nail polish, cats(I’m 100% sure she’d own either a black cat or a tortishell that would sit on her lap/shoulder), dishwashers

Kieran- Creep by Radiohead, Tv shows about veterinarians, friendship bracelets (with Arthur)

Reverend Swanson- Support groups, The Robert Langdon series (especially Inferno, Angels & Demons), communion wine

Javier- Cards Against Humanity, online sheet music, ear gauges

Molly- Champaign toast anything from bath and bodywork’s, naval AND lip piercing, SUNSCREEN

Bill-sexy firefighter calendars, Grindr, Bumbl, all the dating apps, apples dipped in caramel, jolly ranchers

Charles- IMessage games (mini golf and battleship in particular), those long distance ‘thinking of you bracelets’, 90’s sitcoms

Lenny- The Carpenters, cologne to make him seem grown up, head pats

Trelawney- Harry Houdini, 50-60s movies, smoke bombs, dramatic flares

Strauss- a soul, Nigerian Prince scams, telemarketing

Sadie- gyms, self defence classes, the free Britany movement

Micah- staying in the strawberry jail, toothbrush + paste, good posture

Pearson- small businesses, handmade gifts, trying TikTok recipes

EXTRA

Annabelle- Gwen Stefani, sequins, Fast and the Furious

Jack (young)- The Backyardagains, cocomelon, a little toy train

Jack (epilogue)- Monty Python, skateboarding, swimming

Bessie- Bette Midler look a like contests, growing old, brown eyeliner, SUNSCREEN

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velvetcloxds · 1 year

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'Be my mistake' - Carlisle Cullen and "tell me"

If you're still doing it

COLD | C.C.

word count: 0.7k

warnings: a smidge suggestive

summary: cuddling with carlisle in the middle of winter is not as romantic as you hoped

Carlisle was cold, no matter the time of the year or the time of the day, he was freezing, a welcoming trait to aid your favourite guilty pleasure of cuddling him in the summer, but it was a nightmare in the winter and you thought he’d have put that together being so obsessively observant over your every move but alas, he was lovingly unaware.

You were in the kitchen, coated with so many layers it was almost impossible to move, you were paddling around in your fuzzy socks, cold hands fixing another cup of coco to aid your search for warmth. The Cullens were out hunting, it felt like they always were lately, you realized it was less in favor of staying fed and more in favor of allowing you some time with your partner, none of them all that fond of seeing their adoptive father acting so terribly whipped for someone their frozen age.

You were impatient as you waited for the milk to boil, not even aware of the pout that tipped into your lips as you looked out the open windows, the glass house of theirs not at all helping your case, you could hear the music streaming from Carlisle’s office, the open door a silent invitation for you to come to join him while he worked, you were never one to deny yourself some time balled up on his lap- but you were stalling and could only do it for so long.

“Sweetheart,” you weren’t expecting him to come to search for you so soon, biting the inside of your cheek to fight back an amused smile at how quickly he got used to you being around constantly, something feeling amiss when you weren't at his side.

"Over here," you breathed, not looking to find him just yet as you finally poured the steaming milk into a mug, it was more of a bowl according to Edward, but it was perfect for the winter, big enough to warm both of your hands while you held it. "I was coming up in a second, just needed to procure the goods," you explained and you weren't all that surprised when he planted himself behind you, touching you just as soon as his feet stilled, and you hoped he'd mistake the shiver that ran down your spine as a reaction to him and not the cold that ran through your body as it was pressed against his.

"Have you eaten something today?" a silent reprimand as he hummed his question, looking over your shoulder as you plopped a handful of tiny marshmallows into the chocolate goodness. You nodded in reply, bumping him with your bum for the silly question when he was really just trying to make sure you'd had something other than cups of sugar to sustain you. "Just making sure," he continued and when you turned around carefully with the mug in your hands and a raised brow he couldn't help a smile. "You've been spending more time in this kitchen than in my arms," he added, and had he any less restraint, you were sure he'd have paired the words with a pout, but he offered you a simple shrug instead.

"I have not," you argued, hoping he'd be distracted enough by the little sigh of approval as you savored your first sip that he'd not push you for the truth- a futile hope, really.

"Oh, you have, if I didn't know better I'd say that you were avoiding me," smart man, you realized, yet not smart enough to not let his thumb slip under the hem of your shirt while he brushed his hands up and down your waist. "Why are you hiding down here?" he wasn't one to dance around the point, eyes soft to encourage you to talk to him. You weren't all that keen to do so, you were freezing and it was definitely not something that could be helped by being held against him but being the old-fashioned fool that he is, you knew he'd be weary to cuddle you again if you told him what was wrong. "Tell me," he breathed and you couldn't stay strong under normal circumstances, let alone with him looking down at you like that.

"I'm cold," you admitted and it took him a second, eyes crinkling as he frowned. "I'm very cold and usually cuddles would be the very best solution for that but-"

"But you're freezing and your partner is frozen," he tried and you smiled, nodding guiltily, no reason to feel guilty at all with him being who he is but it still wasn't the best feeling telling the person you loved that you didn't want them to hold you. "The fire isn't helping?" he quizzed and you shook your head, knowing he had lit the fireplace and turned up the heat through the whole house as soon as the winds turned cold and still it didn't help. "Well, then there's only one other thing that I think might help," he was being vague, suggestive if you've ever seen it on him and your cheeks were burning at the simple thought.

"And what's that?" foolish question, he was already stealing the mug from your hands, throwing your blanket from your shoulders, and robbing you of a layer of warmth.

"A warm bath perhaps," it sounded like he was merely presenting an option, yet he was moving you into his arms, tucking an arm under your knees as he picked you up, already very pleased with himself as you giggled.

"Everyone will be home soon, Carlisle," you reprimanded but it was no use, the vampire set out to make it all better, and more selfishly, he knew you'd not deny him holding you when you were soaking in nearly boiling hot water.

"We'll close the door," he argued and you felt almost silly for not telling him sooner if this was his way of fixing it. "We have to get you all warmed up, sweetheart," he was placing you on the counter by the sink, warm water turned on and room-filling quickly with steam as he held a hand under the stream to make sure it was perfect.

"You're only doing this because I'm cold, huh?" you pressed, folding your arms around yourself as your body missed your blanket. "No other reason?"

"Well now, my love, who says we can't solve two problems at once?"

#carlisle cullen #carlisle cullen x reader #carlisle cullen x you #carlisle cullen x yn #carlisle cullen fluff #carlisle cullen one shot #carlisle cullen blurb #carlisle cullen imagine #carlisle cullen drabble #carlisle cullen fanfiction #monique's writing events #right where queue left me

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upsidedownwithsteve · 5 months

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DAY THREE: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

When Steve was three years old, his parents would take him to Hawkins country club to spend Christmas Eve in the dining hall. There were other families, all just as wealthy, mothers glittering in jewels, fathers smoking cigars, kids his age who were wearing miniature bow ties and tartan dresses, all frills and bright smiles.

The year after, they spent Christmas Day there too, all the food and wine they could ever want already prepared and offered on silver platters for them. Steve was allowed to bring one new toy, a plastic speed boat that had miniature figurines with deck shoes and sunglasses. The year after that, they stayed at the country club overnight and his mom declared there was no need to put up a tree at home.

When Steve was ten, he was deemed old enough to sit at a different table from his parents in the dining hall, sitting with children he didn’t know as they all tried to work out which fork to use with course number five. He sat on Santa’s lap, a man that looked uncomfortably familiar underneath his white beard, but he smelled like whiskey and he gave Steve a jigsaw puzzle of a cowboy with a white horse.

Steve hated jigsaws.

At fifteen, Steve stopped going to the country club. He waved goodbye to his parents on Christmas Eve, his mom’s lipstick print on his cheek, the house dark and quiet. No tree, no lights, just a movie and a takeaway pizza.

It was fine.

Steve didn’t mind it. Not really, not that much.

Then he met you.

You with your dumb, woollen jumpers and love for oversized hot chocolates, smelling like candy canes and somehow always having glitter on your cheeks. You with your love of old movies, the black and white Christmas films that his VHS player had a hard time not chewing up. You with your bright eyes, always excited and pleased to see him, arriving on his doorstep on Christmas Eve with a bag full of treats, oversized marshmallows and a pair of slippers that you never even wore. You who tucked yourself into Steve’s life and Steve’s side like you’d always been there, ready to create your own festive traditions with him.

You bought him too many presents, every year, crinkling your nose when he fussed and kissing him stupid when he handed you a pile in return. You spent the whole year listening to him, finding out more about the boy than he thought anyone would ever care to do. The new music he liked, the movie he missed at the cinema, now on video. His favourite chocolate, wrapped in shiny gold paper, the kind of sweater he liked, soft and not scratchy from that store at the mall he always liked to gaze at.

You tied everything up with a bow, made eggnog and gingerbread cookies in his otherwise empty kitchen, bare feet on the cold tiles because you’d left your slippers in his room, but it didn’t matter. You’d curl beside Steve on the sofa, tucking your freezing toes beneath his thighs.

Steve didn’t mind. Not really. Not in the slightest.

Steve didn’t mind at all.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #Steve Harrington fanfiction #Steve Harrington oneshot #Steve Harrington blurb #EAC23

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rainobrienn · 1 year

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How do you feel? - Sam Winchester ;)

Pairings; Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: smutty smut smut, Public sex?, not proof read, p in v, oral (f receives), pet name? (Princess), hand kink?

Word count; 3k

Season 2 x Episode 6 setting

Summary ; you have been in love with Sam for awhile now, you try to avoid him but that just makes it harder.

"Your not working it, that's final!" Ellen shouted at her daughter, you standing next to Dean & Sam awkwardly waiting for them to noticed you guys had walked in.

Some random tourists walking in, "Howdy, are you guys open?" The dad asks, "No!" "Yes!" Jo and her mother both say in sink. They also stand there awkwardly for a moment before leaving.

"Now just put that away!" Ellen says, "no I want to know what they think about it," Jo says holding a folder, before Ellen's mother could do anything the phone started ringing, and Ellen scoffed going to the phone.

"Three weeks ago a young girls disappears from a Philadelphia apartment," Jo walks up to Dean shoving the folder at him.

"Take it, it won't bite," she says, "No but your mom might," Dean says not looking down to the folder, but she stays holding out the folder to him giving him a needy look for him to take it from her.

He rolls his eyes and takes the thing, opening it and up and looking through the pages.

"And this girl wasn't the first. Over the past eighty years six women have vanished. All from the same building, all young blondes. Only happens every decade or two so cops never eyeball the pattern. So we're either dealing with one very old serial killer, or-,"

"Who put this together, Ash?" You ask stepping forward to look at it, "I did," she says, Dean hums in an impressed tone, looking through the sources of information.

"I gotta admit, We hit the road for a lot less," Sam says also looking at it, You nod agreeing with him.

"Good. You like the case so much, you take it," Ellen says stepping forward, "Mom!" Jo says in an annoyed tone. "Joanna Beth, this family has lost enough. And I won't lose you too. I just won't," she says in a stern yet, concerned tone.

You left with the two boys, heading to the location of the apartment. You have been hunting with Sam and Dean ever since they ran into you when they went back to Lawrence, finding out that the demon they were hunting took your mother after your brother was born. And of course you wanted in on it.

You were always close with Sam & Dean, Although Sam is your age group, Dean and you connected more as friends, and he became one of your closest. Until he suddenly ghosted you, not wanting anyone but his dad in his life I guess. And, well the reason you and Sam split apart was because you kind to ghosted him, after finding out your feelings for him you were scared, way to scared to admit them to him for no reason, so you stopped talking to him completely, but now, that's in the past, not the feelings part, the ghosting part.

As you all walked into the apartment Sam said "I feel kind of bad, snaking Jo's case,"

"Yeah, maybe she put together a good file. But could you see her out here working one of these things? I don't think so," he says holding the EMF reading around the apartment.

"Yeah, It would be way to dangerous for her to work a case just yet," You also holding the EMF reader around the room.

"Anything?" You then ask the two boys, both of them shaking there heads and responding with a No. before Sam runs his over the light switch and it purrs.

You and Dean both turn your heads to look at him, walking over to see what was there. "What is that?" Sam asks, "What?" You and Dean question at the same time asking Sam what he's seeing, watching as he pokes at a black goo that was on the light switch.

"Holy crap!" Sam says, Dean moves you over to touch it himself, "That's ectoplasm. Well, Sam, I think I know what we're dealing with here. It's the Stay-Puff Marshmallow Man," you laugh a little at his humour, why did his stupid humour always get you?

Sam rolls his eyes, leaning back up straight, "Dean, I've only seen this stuff, like, twice. I mean, to make this stuff you have to be one majorly pissed off spirit," he says in a serious tone, almost worried.

"All right, let's find this badass before he snags any more girls," Dean say, you all exit the apartment, walking down the halls.

As you were about to turn a corner you hear voices, all three of you back up against a wall, knowing you could be seen but thinking you couldn't be.

You watch Deans expressions frown as he hears familiarity in the voice that was around the corner; and so did you. Jo?

"It's so convenient," she smiles next to what looked like a landlord, "Yeah, it's a great building, fixed it up real nice. All the apartments come furnished, too," he says advertising his building.

"It is so spacious. You know, my friend told me I absolutely have to come check it out, and I have to admit, she was right. You did a really good job with this place," she acts like the happiest person in the world.

Dean steps out from behind the small wall we were behind, "What the hell are you doing here?" He asks stepping close to the girl, but instead of a shocked reaction she smiled wider, "There you are, honey," she smiled, wrapping her arm around his waist. You and Sam exchanging weird looks.

"This is my boyfriend Dean, and his Brother Sam, and Sam's girlfriend Y/n," she smiled, you immediately feel a heat come to your cheeks, and your heart skip a beat at the words.

The landlord looks at the both of you, slightly furrowing his eyebrows. Before Sam grabbed you by the waist pulling you in closer to make you guys seem like a couple, playing it off as cool as you could you just smiled leaning into him, his scent intoxicated you, and you knew your face was bright red.

"Good to meetcha. Quite a gal you've got here," he then says to Dean, a smile on his face shaking Deans hand.

But all you could think about was Sam's hand on your waist, and how you wanted both of his hands all over you. Doing things you never thought you would do.

You watched as Dean talked to the landlord, but you really couldn't pay attention. Sam's hand kept moving up and down your waist, like he was trying to tease you or something.

You felt so vulnerable, and your emotions were so overpowering you right now. You tried to calm your breath down, you slowly brought yourself back to reality just in time, watching as Jo handing the Landlord a stack of cash saying that you guys would take it.

You felt Sam's hand leave your waist, and you already missed it. But you brushed your hand through your hair to try and get some sense into you before following the others into the apartment you were just in.

You sat on the chair as quiet as you could be, honestly to scared to talk. Your feelings for Sam have been dormant lately, mainly because you haven't touched him, or been to close with him for a month now, but that was so close, too close for your liking.

You stood up as they talked, heading to your bag to chug the bottle of water you had in there. Trying to distract yourself from the thoughts of Sam, and the things you wanted him to do to you, the places you want his hands to touch.

"This place was built in 1924. It was originally a warehouse, converted into apartments a few months ago," you heard Jo speak. You leaned on the wall looking over to all of them, not even glancing at Sam.

"Yeah? What was here before 1924," Dean asks, pacing from side to side of the room. "Nothing. Empty field," Jo says shaking her head.

"So, most likely scenario, someone died bloody in the building, and now he's back and raising hell," Sam says.

"I already checked. In the past eighty two years, zero violent deaths. Unless you count a janitor who slipped on a wet floor," she says fiddling with a knife.

"will you sit down?" No turns to Dean, he gives her a dirty look before sitting down. "So, have you checked police reports, county death records?" He asks.

"Obituaries, mortuary reports and seven other sources. I know what I'm doing," she says, offended of how stupid he thinks she is.

"I think the jury's still out on that one. Could you put the knife down?" Dean asks, she rolls her eyes but does as asked. You could feel some sort of tension between the two of them, you couldn't tell if it was sexual or not, but there was something.

"Okay! So, uh, it's something else, then. Maybe some kind of cursed object that brought a spirit with it," you then say stepping in, "Well, we've got to scan the whole building. Everywhere we can get to, right," Jo then says.

"Right. So. You and me, we'll take the top two floors. Summer and Sam on the two bottom," Dean states, for fuck sake, you think to yourself, "We'd move faster if we split up," she states, "this isn't negotiable."

You walk with Sam down to the first floor, EMF in hand scanning down the walls. Keeping your distance from the tall brunette boy, who you were constantly thinking about in these moments.

"What do you think it is?" He asks, waving his EMF around. "Honestly, have no idea," you shake your head, "Yeah, me neither," he says with a sigh.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asks a few seconds later, you turn to him with furrowed eyebrows, a confused expression on your face. "it's just, your never usually this quiet," he says, "oh," you say, that's all you said.

"Oh? Is there something wrong," he then asks stopping, you turn back to look at him. why does everything he do have to look so perfect you thought, "No," you say, god you were not being a good actress right now.

"You know I don't believe that for a second right," he says, you don't say anything to that, you just turn around and continue to scan, god get yourself together, he had his hand your waist for a minute and now all of sudden your back to your 15 year old self, obsessed and in love with the guy.

"You getting anything?" You then ask after a few seconds of silence, "Nope," he said with a sigh, "Should we go find Dean?" You asks, "Not before you tell me what's up," he said, you just look at him blankly with that comment.

"Seriously y/n," he says in such a soft, and sweet voice. You felt your heart begin to race as fast as it possibly could as he stepped closer, he was looking at you like you were going to break or something, and you couldn't handle it.

You weren't thinking, actually all you were doing was thinking, about Sam and his lips, his hands. You didn't even realise until it was to late that you were kissing him, you quickly pulled away shocked at yourself, anxiety washing over you immediately.

"Fuck," was what you said standing there like a complete idiot, "Wha-" he seemed so shocked, and speechless. You were waiting for a sympathetic rejection, but instead you got "why'd you do that?" And not in a grossed out tone, seemed like he was genuinely asking.

"I- I uhm," you said just staring at him, not knowing what to say. "Y/n?" He questioned, he seemed concerned, your feelings for him got stronger by the second, and suddenly you really couldn't hold them in any longer.

"God Sam, I've loved you since we were fifteen," you sighed, like the biggest boulder just rolled off your shoulder.

"And I can't get you out of my mind, especially when your so close, or when you touch me, god Sam, it's so annoying and," you sigh, "embarrassing," you then say realising what you had just admitted, knowing things would never ever go back to how they were.

"Embarrassing? How is it embarrassing?” He asks stepping towards you, you look up to him. He looked happy, “I- because you don’t feel the same,” you state.

“How do you know how I feel when you’ve never even asked?” He asks you, you think about it for a second and he was right.

“How do you feel then?” You asked, a little bit nervous to ask but proceeding with it anyway. He stepped closer so he was looking right down on you, “I’ll show you,” he says, his hand cupping your cheek, god his hands were so big, his lips fell onto yours, and you immediately kissed back with out a second thought.

You felt yourself being pushed up against the wall, one of Sam’s hand running under your thigh and lifting it up. Your cores rubbing against each other, made your head spin.

“Sam,” you pant out, as your eye caught the sight of a small room, he looked behind to see it as well, before turning and smiling at you, picking you up and carrying you into the room, it was a small storage closet, but neither of you cared one bit.

Sam slammed you up against the door to close it, kissing your lips with everything he had. His hands roamed around your body, touching you in all the places you need at the time, like he could read your mind.

You felt his fingers dig under your shirt, slowly lifting it up and over your head, then reaching around your back to unclasp your bra, which he did do after a few times, but the heat of the moment was just so aggressive.

His hands and lips were all you could think about, your own hands were running through his hair, as you legs were wrapped around his waist, his weight leaning on you enough to keep you up against the door.

“Sammy,” you called out in a hushed tone, “hmm?” He hummed as his lips kissed across your neck, leaving spots and marks wherever he could.

“I need you,” you managed to get out in a stutter, “hmm,” he hummed, “where?” He then added to that, “You know damn well where Sammy,” you then snapped, “hmm I’m gonna need words princess,” he said, princess? Oh god, you might as well just die.

“Down there Sammy, please, do anything,” you begged him, he smiled moving slightly back so your legs would fall from his waist, planting yourself back on the ground.

You watched as he fell to his knees, his hands running over your jeans, unbuttoning them, unzipping them, and then pushing them down your legs, your panties following along with them.

He didn’t waste another second before his lips connected with your core, you flung your head back, hitting it against the door, “oh fuck,” you said gripping his hair as he made out with your core, licking and sucking in all the right places.

His hands moved over your hips, your waist. “Fuck oh god,” you whined, feeling so much pleasure wash over you.

One of his hands slowly came down to touch your clit, circling it a few times before he ran it through your slit, sending a shiver through your entire body, your moans filled the small space up completely.

Seconds later his finger entered you, pushing in and out at a slowly pace. Before adding a second and speeding up, his mouth connected with your clit once again and you couldn’t have felt more pleasure in that moment.

“Yes, Yes,” you said as he hit your g-spot, “there?” He asked, hitting it again you moaned out a “fuck,”.

He sped up his face and you felt your climax build, and build. “I’m gonna cum,” you stated in a breath, and with that Sam pulled out his finger, and stood up.

You whimpered at his actions, “come here,” he said lifting you up, you didn’t even realise he had removed his pants, until his tip ran over your clit.

“Can I?” He asked teasing your entrance, “please Sammy,” you whined, and then felt him enter you.

You thought he had gotten all the way in at one point, but then he just had more to add. He was way bigger than you expected, and way thicker, for a moment you didn’t think you could handle it.

“You okay,” he asked, you sucked in a breath and nodded. You connected your lips back with his to distract yourself for a moment, “Ready?” He asked, waiting for a yes.

“Mhm,” you hummed a yes, feeling him start to move now. God, the mix of pain and pleasure filled you, mainly pleasure. And then it soon turned into only pleasure.

As his pace quickened your moans got louder, “Fuck Sam!” You screamed, and then felt his hand slap over your mouth, “shhh,” he said kissing up your neck.

“Sam,” you hummed out underneath his hand, as you did he removed his hand from your mouth, and faced you. “I’m gonna-,” you panted, and he nodded “me too,” he said getting ready to pull out.

“Don’t pull out,” you stuttered out as you felt him slam into you, “No?” He asked, “No, cum in me Sam, please,” you whined, and he really couldn’t refuse you, his hands gripped your waist even tighter.

Slamming into you even harder, and with one last thrust you felt yourself collapse. “Oh god,” you breathed out as you came on him, your head resting on his shoulder.

“Your so beautiful y/n,” you heard him say, you smiled at his words, slowly placing yourself back on the ground, it took you a second to snap back to reality.

You put your clothes back on, and so did Sam. But you didn’t leave just yet, “Sam,” you said as you placed your shirt back over you, he looked to you, “This wasn’t a hook up, was it?” You questioned, “No, this isn’t over,” he said walking up to you, kissing you passionately.

#fanfic #fem!reader #y/n #supernatural #sam winchester #sam winchester x you #sam winchester x reader #supernatural smut #smut #sam winchester smut #x reader

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joshlmbrt · 5 months

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WAS IT OVER? (rockstar!e. munson x reader)

【 part one

【𝜗𝜚 warnings; ambiguous ending, mentions of cheating, cheating, eddie groveling, r gets mad at nance - but apologies later on (r just doesn’t know who to take it out on :( )

【𝜗𝜚 an; did i listen to she used to be mine while writing this???? yes. yes, i did. this is the last part! i tagged everyone asked for a part two or even commented on it! thank you guys for your support!!

HAWKINS, INDIANA. DECEMBER 8TH, 1995.

The first couple of days when you had been in your home, you’d open your door to dozens of roses.

Although beautiful, it was the most cliché apologetic thing a man could ever think of.

Your heart clenches at the thought. He didn’t even remember your favorite flowers.

Today’s flowers were accompanied by a Hawkins Post paper.

You kneel and look at the flowers. You pluck the note from the holders.

You sigh quietly, pushing it back it the little silver stick before cutting yours eyes over to the post before looking back at the flowers.

Maybe you should just call him. He’s in-

Wait.

Your eyes quickly look back over at the post, picking it up from the ground, cheeks flushing in embarrassment and anger.

For someone who. . . Missed you, or at least acted like he did, he sure seemed completely fine. You stand from your position, leaving thr flowers outside and slamming the door.

ও

HAWKIN’S POST.

Your hand grips the strap of your bag, your fingernails digging crescent moons into your palms.

You stop outside of the door.

NANCY BYERS.

Your jaw clenches and you open the door, stepping into her office.

“Did you say it was okay to put that in the post?”

She flinches, eyes peeking up at you from her glasses. She stands from the chair quickly, saying your name. “I didn’t mean for you-”

“Didn’t mean for me to what, exactly? See it? Well, I did! And why did you even do a story about it? He hasn’t ever really been talk of the town,” You wave your hand around. “But, now, suddenly, since he’s a. . . What did you call it?”

She opens her mouth, cheeks red with embarrassment and shame.

You cut her off. “Oh, yeah. Now, that he’s suddenly a new breakout rockstar you all want to read all about him.”

“That’s not-”

“It’s exactly what it is, Nancy. A cash grab,” You shake your head. “A cash grab. And to put my business out there as well? Knowing I’ve had a hard time since I’ve been home.”

She glances down, picking at the loose skin around her nails.

You scoff, shaking your head. “What kind of friend are you?” Her head lifts.

“I didn’t think you’d be this upset.”

“You didn’t think-” Your brows pinches together. “See, that’s your problem, Nancy. You don’t think. You don’t think about others unless it benefits to you. Kind of how you did Steve and Jonathan.”

Her mouth parts, brows lifting in surprise.

“It only benefited you because you can’t stand being alone.”

“I can’t believe you said that.”

“It’s the truth.”

She crosses her arms defensively over her chest, holding her head high as she clears her throat. “I think you should leave.”

“I’d be happy too.”

You turn, opening the door and walking out of her office. You feel eyes land on you as you push the door open, stepping outside.

You stomp your way towards your car, opening the door and sliding in before slamming it and tossing your purse to the side.

Your hands land on your wheel, eyes staring at the building in front of you.

You let out a shaky breath, head dropping as you close your eyes. Your hands leave the wheel, dragging down the side of your face.

“What did I just do?” You mumble to yourself.

You just took out your anger on someone who didn’t deserve it just because you can’t let it out on the one person who does. Good job.

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DECEMBER 10TH, 1995.

You dump the mini marshmallows into your cup, some of the hot chocolate drying up on the sides of the warm cup.

There was a nice amount of snow sticking to the sidewalks and roads, so today’s chores: stay inside and keep warm.

Christmas Story was playing on the TV, the sounds of barking dogs making you huff out a laugh as you glance out the kitchen and into the living room at the scene playing out.

The microwave beeps and your doorbell rings. Your brows lift, eyes drifting towards the window above your sink. Anyone to drive in this weather was absolutely crazy.

You wipe your hands off, making your way towards the door, unlocking it and pulling it.

Absolutely crazy Eddie Munson was at your door right now, shivering in his snow covered combat boots, the tip of his nose and cheeks red from the blistering cold.

“Hi.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “I have nothing to say to you.” You go to close the door, his foot immediately making the door stop from closing in his face.

Your eyes glance up and suddenly he was closer. The smell of cigarettes, woodsy cologne, and a bit of whiskey made you dizzy.

“Please.”

You nod a bit, opening the door as you turn away. You grab the remote from the table in front of the couch, muting the tv. He shuts the door and steps into the warm home. It smelled like vanilla & honey, hot chocolate & melted marshmallows.

“Christmas Story,” He smiles a bit. “Our favorite.”

“My favorite,” You correct him, dropping the remote back down and grabbing the post. “You hated it and never paid attention to it.”

He frowns, eyes drifting to his boots.

“Who is that?” You shove the paper into his chest. His hands immediately come up and grasps the paper before it falls to the ground. “Is that who I think it is?”

He reads over the article, the inside of his cheek getting assaulted by his teeth.

He needs to tell the truth if he wants you to even think about getting back with him.

He nods his head. “Yeah.” He mumbles.

“What?” You place your hand behind your ear. “I can’t hear you.”

He knows you could, you’re standing directly in front of him. You want him to feel bad.

“Yes,” He lifts his head, throwing the paper onto the table. “Yes. That’s Diane. But nothing-”

“Nothing happened, oh, for sure! I believe you! She was just, what, being your therapist because she can listen better than anyone? Including me?”

“You left without letting me say what I needed too! What was I supposed to do?!”

Your brows lift in shock. “Maybe act like you did care, Eddie! Not call up the girl that you’ve been emotionally cheating with!”

“That’s not a thing.”

“It is too! You just don’t want to admit that there might’ve been something there!”

“There wasn’t,” He shakes his head. “I promise you. There wasn’t anything there. I didn’t even know she was there until she showed up at one of my shows.”

“You expect me to believe that?”

“Yes!”

“Why would I believe anything that comes out of your mouth?”

“Because I’ve never once told you a lie,” You scoff, shaking your head. “What?”

“That. What you just said, was a lie,” You shake your head. “Look, I don’t want to argue. I don’t even want to talk or look at you or hear your voice. I was just so tired of asking you for the bare minimum, Eddie,”

He opens his mouth, the confusion on his face was enough to let you know that he didn’t know what you meant by that. Cutting him short, you quickly expand. “Begging you to spend time with me. Begging you to watch an hour movie or eat a meal with me. Begging you to read one chapter of a book with me,”

Your eyes burn. His hands begin to reach out and you shake your head, stepping back. “Begging you to. . . to say I love you. I want to be with someone who loves me, Eds. Not be with someone because I’m just. . . I’m something comfortable for them because they’ve been with me for a while and they’re scared to venture out.”

“You think I’m with you because you’re something comfortable and I’m scared to venture out?”

“It’s what I know,” You shrug. “I know you and you know me. That’s the only reason you’re trying to fix this. You don’t want to spend the time trying to get to know someone else.”

“I can’t believe you-”

“I think it’s time for you to just go, Eddie.”

“No. Hey, no. Wait, I-” He pauses, gulping. Your watery eyes lift towards his, a bit of hope shimmering in them.

Maybe this time he will say it. Maybe he does love you. Maybe he will-

“I. . . I’ll leave if that’s what you want me to do.” He nods. His heart breaks when he watches a tear slip out and you choose to just nod at him.

He nods, eyes glancing down at the paper once again. He turns and makes his way towards the door, gripping the knob.

“Do you still love me?”

Your head spins at the question because, yes, you do. How could you not?

“I don’t know anymore.”

Your fingers dig crescent moons into your arms, watching as he nods again before his back faces you. He opens the door, his curls moving at the wind. He steps out, slamming the door behind himself.

Maybe you were right. Maybe he was staying in this relationship because you were something comfortable to him, something he already knew and didn’t have to figure out anymore.

Maybe that’s why he had a hard time saying ‘i love you’, when he believes just showing is better than saying at times.

Or maybe he does love you. Maybe he isn’t staying with you because you’re ‘something comfortable’. No, that’s not why. He does love you. He wants to get married. Have a big honeymoon. Have kids. Leave everything behind and work on some kind of farm. (He didn’t know what kind, he’d let you choose.)

Growing up his dad never said the three words, his mom passed away when he was just 5. That was the last time he ever heard the phrase.

He knew Wayne loved him. Giving up his room in the small trailer just so he had somewhere to sleep (sometimes even sleeping in his room on the floor - after complaining his back had been hurting - just because Eddie had a small nightmare).

Wayne also gave him gifts. ‘It’s not much’ his uncle would say, ‘but I hope you like it.’

And it was his baby. His sweetheart. His guitar. Wayne had taken on extra shifts after seeing the look in the boys eyes when they landed on her.

He had bought it for him for Christmas, even on a good deal.

Even a man with little to no words, Eddie knew he loved him. That’s why he never questioned Wayne. Never needed to be told.

He had a home. Someone he could run too.

That’s what you wanted.

Sometimes it never occurred to Eddie why people liked words of affirmation, especially when the person does all they can for the other to show that they really did care, that they do love you.

That’s all you wanted.

Just once.

And he still couldn’t say it.

He curses his father.

ও

THE OUTLOOK. DECEMBER 15TH, 1995.

You step into the stuffy bar, arms immediately squished to your side as you maneuver your way towards the booth you had seen Steve and Robin in.

“You made it!” Robin smiles, her cheeks flushed. Her arms are immediately outstretched for a hug. You smile and slide into the booth next to her, wrapping an arm around her.

“I can’t stay long,” You say. “Just came to see you guys a bit. Is Nance here?”

“Bathroom!” Steve points over his shoulder.

You nod, pat Robins hand and slide out of the booth. She boos at you, throwing a peanut at you, but misses and it’s some guy on the head. You snort and shake you head.

You pay Steve’s shoulder as you pass by and push open the door, stepping inside.

She’s washing her hands when you step in. Her eyes meet with yours for a quick second before looking back down.

You step closer, leaning against the counter. “You don’t have to say anything, but I��m sorry,” You nod, watching as her lips purse together, pulling paper towels out of the dispenser. “I was angry. I shouldn’t have took that out on you.”

She tosses the wet paper into the trash can, crossing her arms over her chest. “I understand if you want to be mad at me a little while longer, but you’re my best friend and I just wanted to let you know I am truly sorry.”

She nods a bit, blue eyes glancing down at your boots. “It’s okay. I understand,” She says. “People say things they don’t mean when they’re mad. I do it all the time.”

You smile a bit, nodding. She glances back up at you and sighs, stepping forward and wrapping her arms around your shoulders. You immediately wrap your own around her as well.

“I’m sorry too.”

“You don’t have to be.” You shake your head.

She stays quiet for a moment, eyes glancing at the door before looking at the mirror. A small smile appears on her face.

“I’m pregnant.” She whispers.

You gasp, pulling away from her with wide eyes. “What?!”

“Shhh! Robs and Steve doesn’t know yet,” She shakes her head. “Jonathan went and got me a drink, but I want to wait a little longer before telling them.”

You grin and nod, pulling her into another hug. “Congratulations, Nance.”

She smiles and holds you tight.

ও

“Okay, everyone,” A voice had made everyone look towards the stage, everyone moving towards the center excitedly. “We know what you all have been waiting for. . . and your waiting time is over! Give it up for Corroded Coffin!”

There’s screams and whistles from everyone in the crowd and you reach for your purse.

“I have to get up early in the morning for a job interview,” You smile at every in the booth. Robin was slacked over on Nancy. “But we need to hang out again soon.” You stand.

“Definitely! Maybe next weekend? My house? Movie night?” Steve offers. He wasn’t drunk, just a bit tipsy, the water he had been sipping on making the flushing his cheeks slowly fade to a pink color.

“Sure,” You nod over the cheering that had suddenly gotten louder. You’re grateful that they didn’t beg you to stay. “I’ll call you later, Nance.”

She smiles softly and nods.

You wave and turn, making your way towards the door quickly, slipping your coat on.

“I know we aren’t usually a cheesy band, but there’s a song I want to sing to someone. . .” Your footsteps stop as the beginning cords to Faithfully by Journey starts to play.

You slowly turn, eyes landing on him. He was already staring at you, the white light casting a glow over his skin and his hair. Almost like an angel.

There’s a small crack in his voice that makes you almost - almost - run up to him on stage.

“I get the joy of rediscovering you, oh, girl, you stand by me. . . I’m forever yours. . .”

Your step up a tad, hand gripping at your bag. Nancy shared a look with Jonathan and Steve, Robin snoring in Nancy’s ear.

“Faithfully.”

He tilts his head away from the microphone, nodding a bit at you, eyes shining with shed tears. He pulls it from the stand, walking down the steps.

Your eyes widen, gulping as he steps through the crowd of people and starts his way towards you.

“I’m forever yours. . .” He stops in front of you, wiping a small tear away from your face.

“Faithfully.”

He pulls the microphone away from his lips again, leaning closer and pressing his lips to your forehead. Your eyes close.

“I love you.” He whispers.

He pulls away, watching as your eyes fly open and look up at him. He smiles softly, nodding as he steps away from you and back towards the stage.

Your lips part, eyes following his movements.

You don’t know what will happen after today, but you do know. . . Eddie still will be in your future.

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Mushy May: First Aid

I wrote this at like 1am after work. Take that as you will

Pairing: Zephrit

Word Count: 584

“You're a fool.”

“Ow! Zeph it stings.”

“Good! Maybe you’ll think of that next time you wanna pick a fight!”

An uncomfortable silence fills the hotel room. Zephyr’s hands shake slightly as they tend to the cuts on Ifrit’s face with their small travel sized first aid kit. They don’t look him in the eye as they work. Ifrit stays silent, not wanting to upset them further. He flexes his hands every so often, the pain in his knuckles keeping him distracted.

“Stop that. You’ll make the bleeding start again.”

“Sorry…”

Zephyr sighs, placing a bandaid over the worst of the cuts on his brow. They pack up the first aid kit once they’re done. Zephyr doesn’t say a word. Ifrit watches them as they put the box away in their luggage before climbing into the bed. He slowly scoots up from the edge, tentatively trying to twine their tails together. His ears droop when Zephyr whips their tail away.

“Come on birdie…”

“What? Do you expect me to praise you for nearly getting yourself killed?”

“I did not nearly. That’s a bit of an exaggeration.”

Zephyr suddenly sits up, back facing Ifrit, “There were six guys, Ifrit. Six!”

“What was I supposed to do? Sit there and do nothing?”

“Yes! That’s exactly what you do!”

“After what they said about you and Dew? No fucking way. Besides, it was fine. We got away.”

“And what if you hadn’t” Zephyr’s whole body shakes “what would have happened if Mountain hadn’t pulled you out of there? What would have happened if we hadn’t slipped away before the human authorities showed up? What would have happened if your glamour slipped?”

Ifrit reaches forward again, hand resting on their shoulder. Zephyr doesn’t pull away this time.

“Birdie…”

“This isn’t like the Pits Ifrit. You can’t just hide away in your element to heal everything. You can get hurt. You can…”

Zephyr’s hand flies to their mouth to keep the cry that bubbles up in their throat. It doesn’t stop the way their shoulders shake or a few stray tears from falling. Ifrit gasps and immediately pulls them close to his chest. They turn in his grasp to bury their face into his neck, deeply inhaling his scent. Sparklers and burnt marshmallows. They press a kiss to the deep bruise forming on his jaw, exhaling a shaky breath.

“It’s okay Zeph. I’m right here. I’m okay” Ifrit moves them to lay against the pillows, maneuvering to press Zephyr’s feathered ear against his chest.

“Stop pulling these stupid stunts. I can’t stand to see you like this.”

“I know. I’m sorry love.”

Ifrit presses a kiss between their long horns. He instinctively turns up his temperature, rubbing up and down their arms. The gesture pulls a weak laugh from Zephyr.

“Shouldn’t I be the one taking care of you right now?”

“You are. You’re letting me hold you and kiss you and love you.”

They scoff and roll their eyes, but a small smile pulls at their lips “Disgusting.”

“What? Can’t a man express his undying love and affection?”

“No. Keep that to yourself” Zephyr clumsily sits up to press a kiss to Ifrit’s lips.

When they break apart, he holds Zephyr’s face between his hands. He gently brushes his thumb under their eye, wiping away the dried tears.

“I love you Zephyr.”

“I love you too” they kiss him again “but don’t ever do that again or I’ll call Alpha to come deal with you.”

“Noted” he laughs.

#the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #the band ghost fic #zephyr ghoul #ifrit ghoul #zephrit #mushy may 2024 #golfball writes

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blackopals-world · 1 year

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Hi,

I really liked your chef yuu au. Could you continue that for Leona, Lilia and Sebek as well as Silver and Rooks reactions to their home cooked meals

"The Way to a Man's Heart" (part 2)

(part 1) (part 3) ( part 4)

Chef!Yuu au x Twisted Wonderland characters

Characters: Leona, Lilia, Sebek, Ruggie, Silver, Rook

Warning: Leona is my least favorite but he will eat, by God will he eat.

Notes: Since you guys keep asking here is part two. jk I love you guys.

Lilia

Yuu has been a victim of Lilia's food before. She had made the mistake of going to Draconia when it was Lilia's turn to cook. It was a mistake.

The other students must of built up a tolerance to such food.

It was burned but cold. Salty, mushy, and absolutely a sin in food disguise. Yuu wanted to cry from just the sight.

Yuu feared it and she feared the great powerful force that could make such a thing.

At first she wanted to teach Lilia how to cook but realized it was a fruitless endeavor as Lilia has had so long to learn and still can't cook shows that nothing could be done.

Dad always said for men like that, there is nothing to be done. At best find them a capable partner who can help them survive or starve trying.

Still Yuu felt sorry for the Draconia dorm and insisted on joining them for cooking duties. Serving a decent meal or two during the week as long as Lilia stays out of the kitchen.

One night she served a classic borscht. The taste of red vinegar, vegetables, and potatoes isn't usually for the pallet of young people but it's had a nostalgic factor for Lilia. It's harsh and cold like the winter but comforting like a grandmother. The other students agreed.

Other nights Lilia favored the Margarita pizza she made. His favorite part was the sauce even if he looked her in the eye as he put sugar on his slice. Yuu looked like she was going to throw a chair at him.

"So cute, I've never seen you so mad!" The troublesome old bat said clearly goading her.

"Lilia-Sama don't you think you're a little to old for this?" Yuu said politely through her teeth.

"For what dear?" He played coy but he was actually nervous she wouldn't cook again after this stunt.

"I think I'll make baked yams next time, with lots of marshmallows." Yuu said now ignoring him.

Sebek

Sebek was lucky, incredibly lucky that Yuu didn't take him seriously. Only the gods would know how he kept his head otherwise. Such a sweet docile girl like that could be fierce when needed.

As long as Sebek kept his backhanded compliments to himself they were golden.

The first time he tried her food was an eye opener.

"This soup is pretty good from a human like yourself." Sebek tried to give her a complaint.

Unfortunately, Yuu was already riled up by Lilia and Malleus was too distracted by food to stop what happened next. Sebek ended up with his face shoved in that cold soup. After that Sebek kept his words to himself when Yuu was in the kitchen.

Still, Sebek made himself useful and carried her giant bags of produce to the kitchen. She would praise him when he helped peel potatoes and garlic. I wasn't unpleasant.

Yuu treated him like puppy who needed to be taught how to not nip heels, which is a funny image. Over time Yuu adjusted to Sebek's personality and Sebek became more polite.

She made sure to reward him with a special dish of smoked planked salmon. It needed to be cooked perfectly on a cedar wood and seasoned with the right herbs. Sebek enjoyed it throughly as he ate like a child on his birthday.

Yuu couldn't help but laugh as she patted his head.

"Can you make this again if I help?" He asked almost innocently after cleaning his plate.

Silver

Yuu wouldn't admit it casually but she had favorites. She loved anyone who treated her food and her with respect. Silver was one of those people. To be fair he believed anyone who could cook decent food were amazing.

Silver was a receiver of Yuu's highest honors a lunchbox whenever he wanted. Such a gift was mostly due to Yuu knowing the quality of Lilia's cooking and the pity of knowing he grew up on said food. Also Silver genuinely enjoyed food and trying new foods with Yuu.

One day Yuu took Silver on an outing in the forest and pulled out a basket hidden behind a tree. Luckily no animals, beastmen or Rooks got to it yet.

They had a picnic of club sandwiches, veggies and hummus, and cut fruits with caramel sauce. It was a beautiful afternoon and as they ate a few of Silver's animal friends visited and ate with them. Yuu wondered if she had seen something like this out of a story book.

"We must look like a prince and princess like in a fairy tale." Yuu mused out loud as Silver dozed off with a rabbit eating the lettuce out of his sandwich.

"You'd make a good princess." Silver mumbled not completely asleep.

The one time he isn't randomly asleep and it had to be now?!

Rook

Rook was a thief, that was for sure. Just not one Yuu minded.

Rook was welcome at her table but with the hunter alway coming and going, he has more fun stealing a morsel or two.

They shared a unique bond. A hunter and a chef, what could be a better match?

He brings her fresh game meat and she prepares it. Some dishes require more then just cuts of beef, they need bones or fat. Rook eagerly obliged with quails, phesent, boar and anything else she needed. His skills were put to good use with her around. His hunting had purpose.

Yuu would also fawn over him was she prepared the food. There was something almost primal to their interactions, like scratching an itch that was as old as time. Old fashioned? No. vintage. The oldest bond there was.

After delivering a fresh rabbit to Yuu he stayed for dinner again. She worked diligently to prepare the meat for Rabbit au vin, a traditional French stew. Rook eagerly awaited as he snuck bites of the cut vegetables when she wasn't watching. He even got caught of purpose to watcher he pout and try to push him out of the kitchen.

"Mon cher lapin, I only wish to sample your divine art." He said being moved to the dining room.

"Set the table before I send you back with a to-go plate. Then tell Vil what you've been up too." Yuu scolded knowing Rook couldn't tell Vil how he was ruining his diet plan.

"I'm sure he'll forgive me, he has sampled your culinary masterpieces." Rook said as he began setting the table as told.

He watched her cook from his chair he briefly indulged himself in fantasies. That ancient desire that came so naturally. A life of a hunter coming home to his beautiful and hardworking wife. Handing her his query so she can make dinner and being pushed out so she can work. Eating together and sleeping next to one other when the day is through. A simple life in simple times. Perhaps getting news of her with chi-

"Rook? Foods ready." Yuu called as she pulled the bread from the oven.

'Perhaps I indulged a bit too much.' Rook thought as his face turned red.

Leona

Leona was not someone Yuu cooked for very often this is mostly due to Leona being ungrateful. When Yuu first shared some of her chicken skewers with him be began demanding more. He felt entitled to her cooking and jealously guarded anything she made. It was the last straw when he was caught taking Ruggie's lunch.

Hell had no fury like Yuu's that day. Since then Leona was banned from eating her food.

Since then Leona was on his best behavior to get Yuu to cook him something again. Making sure to butter her up with attention and bribes.

Yuu only relented when Leona came with his tail between his legs after a particularly awful day. He was pitiful, which for someone so prideful it was painful to watch. Yuu invited him into her dorm and discided to cook something comforting.

Japchae; glass noodles with seasoned pork and vegetable stir fry. Seolleongtang; A creamy ox bone soup. And finally soy-sauce braised short ribs.

Nothing could beat a meal like this. Leona didn't disagree. It was heavy, warm, and meaty. The short ribs were his favorite since they were so soft and Yuu made sure to cook it medium rare.

Leona almost immediately went to sleep after eating getting the best sleep he had in weeks. Nothing like a good meal to knock you out.

Yuu would believe Leona was a bear and not a lion with how he slept. She would cook for Leona again as long as he checked his behavior.

Ruggie

It started when Yuu first started cooking. Ruggie had paid attention to Yuu giving lunch boxes to Ace and Deuce. She was also doing it for free!

Of course Ruggie wanted in on this grift. He started by making sure to sigh pitifully around her to get her attention.

"Ruggie, you okay?" Yuu asked checking the hyena over.

"Oh, I'm so busy with taking care of Leona that I keep forgetting to eat. You know how he is." Ruggie sighed again his ears drooping.

Yuu gave him a look that screamed "Poor baby." Unknowingly, Ruggie was driving a deeper wedge between Yuu and Leona. Not that he would care. His pitiful behavior touched Yuu's heart.

Yuu came back the next day with a big lunch packed with food. Smothered chicken and rice, collard greens with smoked turkey neck, and 5 cheese macaroni. A good southern meal. Ruggie ate it up immediately as he thanked Yuu.

After that the hyena was very clingy and ate every snack Yuu would have on her. He stayed at Ramshackle more then his own dorm just to eat dinner with her. Of course he pulled his own weight and helped around the house as well.

One evening after a full dinner he lounged on the couch with his head on Yuu's lap entering a food coma as he munched on his fluffy Chinese donuts. He was in heaven as she rubbed his ears and told him how helpful he was that day. Ruggie would never leave at this rate.

"Ruggie you are my favorite person to cook for, you know. But don't tell the others, okay?" She said stroking his hair.

How could he not tell everyone?

Ruggie knows he's spoiled and acts like it too. He loves food and Yuu loves cooking. They were perfect together. He wanted it to say like this forever.

He would marry this woman and honestly she might just agree to it.

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hqbaby · 8 months

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nineteen — no idea

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

previous — masterlist — next

word count. 1.7k content. swearing, sex mentions, some angst, some fluff

You can’t seem to focus at all.

Maybe it’s the professor and the way she talks really slow. Maybe it’s Iwaizumi doodling dinosaurs into your notebook right beside you. Maybe it’s Yukawa (is that his name? You’re not quite sure) sitting right behind you, still trying to get the nerve to ask for your number. Fuck, maybe it’s the wind. Who knows?

Nothing is getting past your skull today. You groan, realizing you’ll have to go through all the material again later just to understand it.

“You okay?” Iwaizumi asks. He opens a pack of marshmallows and puts it on the table in front of the two of you.

“Yeah,” you tell him, sticking one in your mouth. “I’m fine.”

You know you should stop talking, that there’s no reason for you to continue, but your mouth has a mind of its own—

“I’m dating Atsumu.”

Your friend blinks at you. “You’re… what?”

You purse your lips. Oh, you realize, that’s why I can’t focus.

“Yeah,” you say again. “He’s kinda my… boyfriend.”

Iwaizumi stays quiet, popping two—no, five marshmallows into his mouth and very slowly chewing them. When they dissolve on his tongue, he eats another five.

“You don’t have to say anything,” you tell him.

He shakes his head, mouth still full. “Just let me process.”

When the professor dismisses the class, he’s still stuck in his seat, stuffing his mouth with marshmallows.

“Iwa.”

He holds a finger up. “Wait.”

You slump into your seat beside him, waiting for him to plow through the whole bag.

“Y/N?”

Yukawa.

You glance over your shoulder and find the boy looking at you shyly. “Yeah?”

“Right so I was wondering,” he says, clearing his throat, “do you wanna go grab some coffee with me?”

Iwaizumi cuts you off before you can even open your mouth. “She’s taken!”

Yukawa’s eyes grow wide. “Oh! Shit, okay.”

“She’s dating Atsumu,” your friend continues. “Miya Atsumu. Don’t wanna cross him, man.”

The memory of that day at the cafeteria seems to flash in the boy’s mind.

“Fuck, right, sorry!” he exclaims, quickly gathering his things. He bows at you quickly. “Really sorry. Bye.”

You gape at Iwaizumi. “What the fuck was that?”

He shrugs. “I’ve processed,” he says. He picks up his bag and walks out of the classroom, leaving you to rush after him.

“So?” you ask when you’ve caught up. The two of you are in the hall now, on your way to the coffee shop you’d promised to meet Oikawa at. “What do you think?”

“About?”

You elbow him. “Atsumu, dumbass.”

Iwaizumi opens his mouth to say something. Then closes it. Then opens it again. Then closes it. Then, “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I don’t know,” he repeats. “What do you think?”

“I don’t know.”

“Exactly.”

You get to the coffee shop and find your best friend already smiling and waving you over. You swallow the lump in your throat. You’re gonna have to tell him too.

Oikawa urges you into the seat beside him. “Took you long enough.”

“It’s Iwa’s fault,” you say automatically.

“Oh?” Iwaizumi raises his brow, sitting down across the table. “You sure about that?”

You wince when you realize he has the ammo here, not you. “No, it’s my fault.”

Oikawa puts his face in his hands and flutters his eyelashes at you. “Do tell.”

“Promise you won’t be mad?”

He squints. “What did you do?”

“Nothing!” you say. “Nothing bad at least.”

Your best friend crosses his arms and frowns at you. It’s like he’s trying to read your mind and, honestly, you haven’t been able to prove that he can’t.

“Tell me,” he says.

“It’s not a big deal,” you insist. “I’m just, you know… dating Atsumu now.”

“Like for real?”

“Yeah.”

“Like you’re his girlfriend?”

“Uh-uh.”

“He’s your boyfriend?”

You narrow your eyes. “Tooru.”

He throws his hands up. “I’m just checking!” he says. “Wasn’t sure if you meant it the way I thought you did.”

“What do you think I meant?” you ask, tilting your head as a bewildered expression takes over your features.

“I don’t know!” Oikawa exclaims. “You kids have weird ways of labeling relationships.”

“I’m literally older than you.”

He shrugs, smirking as he sips his coffee. “I’ve been in a relationship longer than you.”

You scoff. “Well, I’m gonna be better at it than you.”

“As if.”

You look over at Iwaizumi. “Iwa, remind me again about how Tooru was late for your anniversary dinner.”

The boy smiles, much to Oikawa’s dismay. “Yeah, he still kinda owes me for that.”

“I said I was sorry!”

Suna stretches himself out on the couch, flipping through the channels on the television. There really isn’t much to watch nowadays. “Why do you guys even have cable?”

Osamu grunts, shifting in his seat. “How am I supposed to know?”

“For the news,” Atsumu supplies, scrolling through his phone on the floor. “At least that’s what Ma says. She pays for it anyway.”

Kita walks into the room with Aran on his heels. “Remind me why we’re here again.”

“Atsumu has something to tell us,” Suna says, lazily hanging his head off the side of the couch. “But he’s being awfully quiet.”

The blond hushes him. “Just gotta wait.”

“For what? Pigs to fly?”

“Shhh!”

“My theory is he forgot what he was gonna say,” Osamu says as Kita and Aran pile onto the couch beside him. “He’s just too embarrassed to admit he forgot.”

“Ya guys are—”

Tap. Tap. Tap.

“Aha!” Atsumu exclaims, jumping onto his feet and bolting for the door. “Yer gonna eat yer words.”

He unlocks the door and opens it up to find you standing there, a nervous smile on your face as you poke your head in to see the others.

“Hi,” you say, removing your shoes and sliding into a pair of slippers they keep by the door.

“Told ya!” Atsumu says, slinging his arm around you and walking you over to the others. “It’s Y/N!”

“We know it’s Y/N,” Osamu deadpans. He looks over at you and grins. “Hi, Y/N, whatcha doin’ here?”

Your eyes flit over to Suna. He’s looking at you, his expression a mix of worry and confusion. He hasn’t seen you since the party, since the you called things off between the two of you.

You try to look away.

“Oh, you know,” you start, nudging Atsumu, “he has something to say.”

“Right!” He perks up. “Everyone, this is Y/N—my girlfriend.”

The room is a little hard to read. Osamu is clearly amused, Aran is a little concerned, Kita is somewhere between the two, and Suna is, well… not entirely there.

“Well, we kinda saw it coming,” Kita says eventually. “Right, boys?”

Osamu starts cackling. “Yeah, man. This isn’t the news ya think it is.”

Atsumu huffs. “How ‘bout be happy for me for once!”

“Good luck?” Aran offers you as Atsumu starts chasing Osamu around the house, trying to tackle him. “I mean, ya know what yer gettin’ into, right?”

You watch as your boyfriend chases his brother into the bathroom. “I guess I do.”

It doesn’t take long for them to settle down and start ordering dinner, Kita busy making sure everyone gets the right food and Aran heading out to get some ice. The twins get into an argument about whose turn it is to wash the dishes, leaving you and Suna in the living room.

“So,” you say, trying to clear the tension. “This isn’t weird, right?”

He looks at you blankly. “Why would it be weird?”

You let out an awkward chuckle. “Right. Why would it be weird?”

“Yeah. It isn’t.”

“I was gonna tell you—”

“You didn’t have to,” he says. His voice seems far away, like he’s speaking to you through a wall. “I’m happy for you. For both of you.”

He gets up from the couch and goes out to the balcony, leaving you there with a sick feeling growing in your stomach. You stare at your feet, overwhelmed by a sense of guilt and anger.

You don’t owe him anything.

It wasn’t anything.

It was just sex.

“Ya know, just ‘cause yer together now, doesn’t mean ya can just fuck on the couch,” Osamu says when he walks into the living room later that night.

Atsumu frowns, looking at the whole couch’s worth of space between the two of you. “We’re not even touching though.”

“Just sayin’,” his brother says, giving you both the evil eye, “I’ll know.”

You look up from the book you're reading as he makes his way to his bedroom. “Night, ‘Samu!”

“Night, Y/N,” he says, opening his door.

“How ‘bout me?” Atsumu demands, glancing between you and his brother. “Don’t I get a ‘good night’?”

“Did ya say ‘good night’ to me?”

“No.”

Osamu gives his brother a disappointed look before stepping into his room and closing the door behind him.

“Oh, we are so fuckin’ on the couch tonight.”

You let out a laugh. “Kinda tired, babe.”

Atsumu smirks, inching closer to you. “‘S’okay,” he says. “I can do all the work.”

“Such a horndog,” you giggle, lightly pushing his head away.

He sighs, letting his head fall in your lap. “Can I kiss ya at least?” he asks. “Tell ‘Samu we made out on the couch?”

You roll your eyes. “Just one kiss.”

He grins. “I’ll take it.”

Closing your eyes, you lean down and catch his lips in a gentle kiss. The angle is a little awkward and the contact is sloppy, but you don’t mind it. You can taste the mint of his toothpaste and smell the cologne he’s wearing.

Everything about him is just Atsumu, all that he is. Wonderful and terrible enough to make your heart beat out of your chest.

You pull back and find him smiling at you from ear to ear.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi,” you say back.

“How do ya feel ‘bout all this?”

“Honestly?” You bite your lip. “It feels right.”

He nods, taking your land in his and placing a light kiss on the back of it. “I think so too,” he tells you. “Feels exactly the way it’s supposed to.”

You use your other hand to play with his hair, still damp from his shower. “I really like you, ‘Tsumu.”

He leans into your touch. “I really like ya too.”

“Glad we’re on the same page,” you say, smiling down at him.

“Oh, ya have no idea, sweetheart.”

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