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maneskinwh0re · 18 days

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injection stable ~ maria o'hara x fem reader

one shot, nsfw, 18+

cw: dom!maria, fem!miguel, maria o’hara x reader, vampire!maria, mention of drug usage, biting, little blood

wc: 1.4k not full smut, just a spicy lead up bc i like edging you freaks.

"haunted" by beyoncé while you read >:)

cred to og artists - i got these pics from pinterests, not my own !

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location: nueva york, earth-928

it had been almost two weeks since maria stopped taking rapture. every day her relapse had been worse than the last. rapture was a drug maria had taken involuntarily to limit the more dangerous traits of her spider-like behaviors and powers, and she had been addicted to it ever since. she has tried stopping many times, but her relapses became so destructive and severe that she just couldn’t survive without it. you had to pick the lesser of two evils and just remove it from her entirely.

she needed help and extra care during this time, which is the reason you, jessica drew, and peter parker have deemed it necessary to check on her multiple times a day as recruits at headquarters.

“maria?” your voice echoes as you enter her dark office-like room.

no reply.

you sigh before swinging up to her pedestal, seeing her standing over her desk, her face focused on a blinking notification on the holographic screens. her gloved hands were tense on either side of the main keyboard.

“maria?” you repeat softly, taking a cautious step forward and crossing your arms. “what are you doing, spider?”

the nickname you have for her slips out in hopes that it lightens the tension in the air.

it doesn’t. you run a hand through your hair and sigh. “spider?”

her head snaps to the side quickly, allowing you to see her side profile. it’s difficult to tell in the dim lighting, but her wide eyes almost seem bloodshot. you study the sight of her. her holographic red and blue spider suit is snagged and glitchy while her dark hair is tangled yet loosely curled. the bridge of her nose is scrunched and her teeth are barred – that’s when you notice something you've never seen before, it’s almost like she has… fangs?

'hell. no way,' you think to yourself. 'again–it's probably just the lighting. she’s a spiderwoman, not a vampire.'

“maria, do you wanna try going to bed? i could get you something to eat,” you offer, still cautious of her mannerisms. her breathing seems ragged yet slow, but you can tell she needs something in her system. at least, something other than the empanadas from the cafeteria. “hm? how does that sound?”

she only stares at you with that narrow look in her eye that is honestly unnerving, but it drives something inside you crazy. 'it’s only maria,' you tell yourself, 'nothing to be scared of.'

“go home, y/n” she snaps, her voice laced with that smooth, spanish accent. you can see her back muscles tensing through her spider suit as she breathes.

you need more than a few words of attitude to check off if she’s going to be okay. not that you care, it’s more for protocol. no one besides you, jessica, and peter know that maria is off her rapture. it was a 2/3rds vote that one else in the spider society should know that their boss is secretly going through major withdrawal. you thought it would be better for her to take some time off and get some rest, or at least tell the others so her workload can be lightened or something.

again. not that you care.

“spider, i can’t leave without a proper check in. you know this,” you retort with a huff. you don’t understand why this is so easy for peter and jessica. every time you're alone with maria, which isn’t too often, it’s like talking to a damn brick wall. the possibility crosses your mind that she could still hold a grudge towards you for being a so-called 'anomaly' or whatever. that's how you met about four months ago. she's been cold to you ever since.

“so?” you eventually ask. “are you gonna make this easy for me?”

“no.” her tone is growing more agitated, and her brown eyes are still on you as her breaths quicken.

“and why not?” you raise a brow, starting to grow annoyed.

“because you haven’t made this easy for me,” she grits out, her hands balling into fists against the surface of her desk.

'cool. so she has officially lost it,' you think to yourself.

you notice her shift an object in one of her shaky hands until you recognize it to be a half-used rapture needle locked in her tight grip.

'god, damnit.'

“alright, come on,” you sigh, walking towards her.

“y/n,” maria warns. you sense tension in the air rising, but decide to push your luck.

“look, o'hara. i’m no therapist, and i can’t promise i’ll pay attention either, but it could help to just talk about it.” you stretch a hand out to touch her shoulder. “for all i know, your powers or abilities could-”

she turns abruptly and grabs the fabric of your f/c spider suit, letting the needle fall to the floor. the sound of crashing glass rings in your ears. green fluid oozes onto the floor by your feet, and all of a sudden your heightened spider senses are alarming in emergency-like flashes. your mind is racing as your breaths pick up speed in a panic.

you look back up to her towering figure that held your body close. you quickly lift your hands up in a surrendering motion, showing her you mean no harm.

“what are you– i don’t wanna figh–”

your defenses are cut off by the motion of her teeth sinking into your neck. you tense at the feeling as she inhales deeply against your skin.

it was not the lighting earlier. she definitely has fangs.

you feel a hot liquid, of what you can assume is your own blood, dripping down the nape of your neck, and you freeze as she drinks it in. maria is seemingly oblivious that one of her large hands is tangling itself in your h/c hair. you feel her fingers pull on it with intention to tilt your head back, and you allow her to, giving her mouth further access.

your eyes start to roll to the back of your skull as you let yourself almost enjoy her touch. as soon as you start to relax, her mouth pulls away while her tongue laps away any excess bleeding. a soft moan involuntarily escapes your lips from the sensitivity of it all, followed by her name in a breathy, sensual haze.

any control you have left is gone. and you think you're okay with that.

maria’s eyes open to observe the wound she left on your neck. her breaths are warm as her mouth hovers over your skin. she motions as if she’s going in for a second bite, until she pauses, and then pulls away completely. a gloved thumb runs across her bloody lips before her hands grip your waist. she simply pushes you away, creating space between you both as if nothing happened. your expression portrays speechlessness—eyes wide and lips parted slightly. maria’s hands linger on your hips while she avoids eye contact, her focus trailing up and down your frozen body.

a moment passes. you lick your lips and take a breath to speak, but her words cut you off.

“leave now, mi querida.”

she then drops her hands and turns around to lean on her desk. a hand runs through her hair to fix her appearance, and you can only stand still while your eyes level with her back. your body is ridden with shock. a blushful heat creeps its way up your aching neck and face as your mind begins to process what just happened.

you finally regain the consciousness to move, and on your way out, you catch a glimpse of the holographic screen in front of maria, a new notification now reading:

~ injection stable ~

hours pass and you still can’t tell if the darkening marks on your neck are from bruising or her dark lipstick.

or both.

you secretly hope it’s both…

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anyway lol comment if you want more, maybe i'll write full smut soon, requests are open bc idk what to write !!

-bee xx

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elliereject · 9 months

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stupid bitch .1

* you and ellie have been friends for years but you only recently discovered that the way you liked her was more than just friendly. unfortunately, she’s already in a relationship with a toxic girl who (surprise!) does not like you. as their relationship starts to sour, you’re the one ellie always goes to for comfort and you oblige until you can no longer take the heartache and pain you’re feeling which causes you to finally confess…blurring the already thin line between yours and ellie’s ‘friendship’.

* infidelity, oblivious!ellie, meanish!ellie, pining, anxious thoughts

* first fic, based on girl in reds Stupid Bitch bc wow does that song make me scream. if this gets any traction at all ill post pt 2 and a couple others I have in the works :) feedback is appreciated, pls enjoy and interact!!

*mdni

*wc - 4k

part .2 here

You had a love hate relationship with Ellie.

Well, it was mostly love…who were you kidding, it was all love.

She’s been your best friend for years and you were so fucking glad she was apart of your life. She’d been there for you during the worst parts like when your parents didn’t speak to you for a month after you came out and the best parts like when you got accepted into your dream school.

Every great memory in your life, Ellie was there. She was someone you could rely on and who you knew would stick by you even when she saw the worst parts of you and you hoped she knew you would do the same for her. You wanted to spend the rest of your life with her. Of course, it wasn’t until she started dating her that you realized your true feelings.

“I’m telling you! She’s just—she’s perfect!” Ellie gushed, your stuffed animal being squeezed to death between her lean arms.

You forced a smile onto your face, a sour feeling thrashed in your gut. “I’m happy for you, glad you guys are hitting it off.”

“We’re more than hitting it off, we’re like, on the exact same wavelength..did you know she does her own tattoos? How fucking cool is that?”

You turned back around in the chair at your desk, trying to busy yourself with the schoolwork you were supposed to be doing and rolling your eyes at her rambling. The two had been seeing eachother for the last month and she did nothing but talk about her.

“Yeah I did know because you’ve told me a thousand fucking times..” You mumbled.

“Hm?” She asked, “Sorry, Cat just sent me the funniest meme.”

She spun your chair back around to show you the meme on a cracked screen and when you saw it you wanted to take her phone and toss it out the window.

“I sent you that like 4 weeks ago.” You laughed dryly.

“Oh, for real?” She mumbled, already pulling her phone back to continue texting Cat.

You rolled your eyes again, huffing when you picked up your phone to text Jesse. He was the only one who knew about your newly discovered crush on Ellie, other than her, you considered him your closest friend and he had comforted you when you came to his dorm, eyes filled with tears and guilt after you told him that you were in fact in love with your best friend.

im going to go fucking insane.

oh brother, what did she do this time?

she won’t stop fucking talking about her ☹️ she litrly just showed me a meme cat sent her that i SENT HER WEEKS AGO and she didn’t even remember

you know ellie tho she prob just forgor fr

jesse i Litrly cant do this anymore. I’m going to rip out my air and throw my laptop at the wall.

Rip out your air? How would that work, like a breathing machine??

Die

💪💗 sorry y/n im sure it’ll get better

😐 when?

…

Before you could see his response you dropped your phone in your lap when you felt Ellie tap your shoulder, “What?”

“Said I’m gonna go piss.”

“Oh, okay.”

She got up from your bed and when she left, her phone was still there.

You shouldn’t. It’s a complete and utter violation of her privacy. If she caught you, she’d probably never talk to you again…

But you knew her password, and it was right there and you were so damn curious.

Your hands moved before you could rethink and suddenly her phone was in your hand and your eyes were skimming over her messages.

You clicked on the thread with Cat and felt your heart seize when you read what she was saved as: my girl ♥️

Despite the searing pain you felt pang through you like a hot knife, you read on.

i can’t wait to cu tonight ;))

same, u can finally get started on my tattoo!

mhm 😇 can’t you come over a little esrlier? im so bored T_T

cant :( yk im hanging out with ★ rn

yeahhhh but she’d understand you’d wanna hangout w ur gf right?? she said she was happy we started dating so she can’t get upset

what the fuck?

yeah ig but irs been a while since I last saw her

plssss els :(( just wanna hold u rn

There was a little space between this message and the next, you figured it been when you and Ellie got caught up in a conversation about your mutual hate for one of your profs.

if u rlly don’t wanna see me jus say that.

yk that’s not true id love to see u rn

then COME, if she gets upset that’s not ur problem..she has to understand you can’t spend all your time with her

What the fuck was this bitch even talking about? She was the one trying to lock Ellie up. You were about to scroll down to see what Ellie had said but you heard footsteps and threw her phone back on your bed before pretending to be stuck on a practice question.

Ellie picked up her phone and you were so scared she’d notice you were on it you thought your heart was going to pop out of your chest and fall onto your desk.

“Hey..”

Dread filtered through your body. She knows, she knows and she’s going to confront you and she’s going to storm out and you’re going to lose your best friend and—

“I think I’m gonna head out, seems like you got a lot of work to do.”

You dropped your pencil and turned to look up at her, “Are you sure? I mean we could go somewhere if you want.” You didn’t want her to leave, you wanted her to stay in your dorm with you forever.

“No.” She said quickly, backing up “It’s fine, I’ll see you later.”

“Okay I’ll see you—“

She walked out your door, letting it close.

“Later.”

—★

It was a freezing December night the first time Ellie came to you, eyes ridden with tears over a fight with Cat.

Usually, it was her calling you up to have you come over and comfort her because Cat was ‘acting weird’ and ‘being mean’. But something serious must have happened for her to be here.

A few weeks had passed since that enlightening time at your dorm where she had practically flown out of your room to go see Cat. During the following weeks, the two of you had barely talked let alone seen eachother and when you did it was almost always about Cat. You understood that you were both busy with school and she was busy with her girlfriend and you didn’t know whether it was Cat or Ellie that had forced the two of you’s separation or if it was your own subconscious mind trying to protect you from getting hurt. Either way, you missed her dearly.

She was pounding hard on your door, and when you opened it she immediately rubbed her red rimmed eyes. She lived in the other dorm building and judging from her appearance you imagined she ran here as quick as she could; Snowflakes adorned her hair and eyelashes and her nose was red from the cold, she had an old green hoodie on and plaid pyjama pants. Even on the verge of tears she was still so unbelievably gorgeous.

“Ellie, it’s like 3AM..” You said groggily, you knew she had trouble sleeping but she usually texted you if she needed a distraction.

“I know just, please I need to talk to someone. And Dina’s with Jesse and Cat fucking—” She paused, sniffling.

You sighed, stepping to the side so she could come in and you could close the door that was currently blowing in cold air from the freezing hallway.

“What happened?”

“It’s Cat.”

Of fucking course. Fury engulfed you, Ellie wasn’t one to cry often or even come close to it so Cat must’ve done something pretty fucked up.

“She was being so distant and I don’t even fucking know what I did and then some fucker I don’t even know just sent me this,”

She shoved her phone in your face and the image made even more anger surge throughout you. It was blurry but you could still make out two figures, one with short black hair—Cat, and another unrecognizable. Cat had her arms locked around the mysterious girls neck and the two were not just kissing but full on frenching. You wanted to throw insults so bad but Ellie was upset and that was more important than dissing her girlfriend.

“Oh Ellie, I’m so sorry.” you said softly, pulling her in for a hug.

She sniffled and wiped her nose, “Yeah, thanks.”

“So, are you two..” you trailed off, unsure how to finish the sentence.

“I don’t know, maybe. I sent her a text about the picture and told her to call me but she hasn’t answered.” Ellie said, pulling away.

“Ellie are you serious?” You questioned, looking into her green eyes. “She fucking cheated.”

Ellie looked to the side, avoiding your scrutinizing gaze.

“There could be more to the story.”

You scoffed, “Looks pretty straightforward to me, she went to party, made out with another girl and is completely ignoring you.”

Her jade eyes scanned your face before she shook her head, “You don’t like her.”

No shit you don’t like her.

“That’s not true.” You lied.

“Yes it fucking is! at first I thought I was overthinking it but whenever I bring her up you get this…this look on your face.” She accused.

“What look? This i—“

“That look!” She cut you off, pointing a long finger in your face. “Like..like you’re about cry or blow up or something.”

“I—“ Before you could defend yourself Ellie’s phone rang, the two of immediately knowing who it was. Ellie cleared her throat and answered before the second ring even started.

“Babe?” She croaked out and you winced, both at the nickname and the pain in her voice. You couldn’t listen to this.

“I think..you should go.” You said quietly, walking toward your door to open it for her.

Her eyes flashed to your face before she nodded and walked out, phone still close to her ear.

That night as you crawled back into your bed and warm tears hit your pillow you never wanted to rip out your heart more because the love you had for her was still there, never wavering and consuming you entirely even though you knew it would never be requited.

— ★

It’d been weeks since that night and since you’d talked to Ellie. You didn’t mean for the gap to stretch this long, you decided to give her some space after your…argument? And then you had finals, and then winter break where you went back home to visit old friends and reluctantly, your parents.

You came back two days before classes started up again so you could ease back into your routine. In the last few weeks you tried your hardest to push thoughts of Ellie out of your mind but you cared for her too much to completely disregard her and bits and pieces slipped through the guards you had put up.

You layed on your dorm bed, sighing as you stared at Ellie’s Instagram.

Back together, you thought.

Over the course of Cat and Ellie’s relationship, you’d learned how to tell when they were ‘on a break’ and when they were together just from her Instagram.

When they were together, her profile picture was the two of them, Cat pressing her lips against Ellie’s cheek and Ellie with her eyes scrunched closed, a joyful look on her face. Ellie also had a highlight labled with nothing but a cat emoji as well as a few random posts of them doing more random shit.

When they were ‘on a break’; Ellie’s profile picture was the default one and she had no highlights, and a singular picture posted; her and Joel after her highschool graduation. After Ellie saw the picture of Cat at that party it’d been like that for two and a half weeks and you silently hoped it’d stay that way forever.

Now, her profile picture was the two of them looking happier than ever and you couldn’t help but feel mocked while you moped miserably in your cold dorm alone, your only comfort being the stuffed animal that you held close to your chest.

You missed her, desperately.

You couldn’t do this anymore, you had to have her in your life even if it wasn’t the way you wanted. You sat up, brushing the stray tears from your face you didn’t know had fallen. Determination coursed through you, you were going to break the silence first.

Ellie was getting back tomorrow so you arranged a plan, you’d pick up a pepperoni pizza from her favourite diner—pizza was her favourite food and you’d called her basic when she first told you, which she replied “Anybody who says they don’t like pizza or pizza is basic are trying too hard to be different, pizza is the only perfect thing in the world.” and you shoved her arm playfully telling her to just eat the freaking pizza— the memory made your heart hurt but you swallowed the feeling.

Then, you’d pick up both yours and her favourite snacks from the 7/11 near your campus along with a few sodas.

And finally, the main item of your grand scheme, stopping by the blu-ray store to pick up the first Jurassic Park, the two of you could always watch it on Netflix but she preferred having the physical thing, stating it felt more ‘authentic.’

It was going to be the perfect night, and by the end of it, it would be like the entire last month and couple weeks never happened. The two of you would be back to normal.

— ★

You’d spent the entire next day anxious about seeing Ellie again. You’d woken up early on accident and had to find things around your dorm and campus to busy yourself until it was time to get ready and grab all the items on your list.

And now here you were at— you checked your phone, 6:43 PM— pyjama clad and balancing a pizza box and your phone in one hand and two bag fulls of snacks and Jurassic Park in the other.

You placed one bag down to knock on the door and you heard shuffling before it swung open. To your distaste, the person who opened the door was not your best friend/crush/reason for breathing, but instead her girlfriend who you knew didn’t like you. Could you blame her though? You were in love with her girlfriend. Although she didn’t know that, at least…you don’t think she did.

You can’t believe you hadn’t thought about what you’d do if she was here, the pair seemed to always always always be together when they weren’t ‘on a break.’ Your eyes trailed down her form, she had on tiny plaid pyjama shorts and a thick green hood on that you recognized as Ellie’s. Jealousy plunged through you like boiling, corroding acid.

“Babe, who is it?” You heard Ellie call down from somewhere in the dorm and your stomach flipped, it’d been so long since you’ve heard her voice.

“Your friend.” She deadpanned.

“Who?” Ellie questioned, walking into view of the door frame. Her short auburn hair was out of it’s usual style and laid damp against her neck along with a towel, she was wearing thick navy sweatpants and a thin white tank top. Your eyes immediately landed on the black ink that trailed across her right forearm. She looked fucking amazing.

“★?” Her jade eyes widened, “What are you doing here?”

You held up the pizza box and movie half heartedly, “Surprise?”

She smiled and you swear to fucking god you almost dropped everything you were holding to whip out your phone and snap a picture. You’d missed her smile so much and seeing it online just wasn’t enough.

“Come in, you and Cat can catch up while I finish drying off.”

You looked at Cat, honestly forgetting she was there. Her dark eyes bored into you and you couldn’t help but notice how pretty she was with her short black hair and milky skin. Why were the pretty ones always fucking crazy?

She stepped to the side so you could walk in and put everything down on the old coffee table.

Awkward silence enveloped the space between you two before you cleared your throat, she was Ellie’s girlfriend whether you liked it or not which meant you’d being seeing a lot more of her so you had to atleast be civil.

“I like your hoodie.” You tried, giving her a weak smile.

“Thanks. It’s Ellie’s.” Maybe you imagined it, but you swore you heard a bit of a mocking emphasis on Ellie.

You sighed, taking a seat on the worn green sofa Ellie had found on Facebook market place for what she thought was ‘the deal of the century.’

“Hope you like pepperoni pizza.” You tried again.

“I’m vegetarian.”

Of course she was.

“Oh..you could pick them off?”

She scoffed, trudging off in the direction of Ellie, leaving you to sit alone. This was not going as planned, you’d wanted to spend one on one time with Ellie and discuss what the fuck had happened in the last month but it’d just be awkward when the elephant was literally in the room.

The two returned, Ellie’s hair dryer now and towel discarded. Ellie plopped down beside you and you didn’t miss the way Cat’s eye twitched.

Ellie’s eyes landed on the box of pizza, her face lighting up. “No way, I thought they were closed during the holiday’s.”

You smiled, “Guess I was lucky.”

She smiled back and your gaze met hers, your heart picked up in speed when you saw something in her warm jade eyes…something soft and—

Before you could inspect it further Cat slid past your legs to sit on the left of Ellie, separating the two of you again and almost pushing you off the couch.

Cat leaned into Ellie and you thought you saw her stiffen in the corner of your eye but when you turned to look at her she was back to normal, maybe you imagined it.

“You brought a movie?” Ellie asked, eyeing the small black rectangle on the table.

“Oh, yeah! Jurassic Park.” You leaned forward, picking it up.

“On blu-ray?” Cat snarked, “Isn’t that a little outdated.”

You looked at Ellie but she was focused on the the pizza, already downing a slice and a half.

“I think it’s fun, feels more..authentic.” You replied, noticing the small smirk that crept on to Ellie’s face.

You got up, fiddling with the small TV and DVD player like you did many times before when you and Ellie had a movie night. Finally, the movie started playing and you grabbed a bag of snacks as you eased into the beanbag instead of sitting back down on the couch.

Guess yours and Ellie’s talk could wait.

The movie droned on and Cat inevitability fell asleep on Ellie, you pulled out your phone as the scene where Donald Genarro gets eaten by a T-Rex while on the toilet started up.

You were answering snaps, liquorice hanging from your mouth when you got a text from Ellie, you looked up and saw her staring at you.

Bored?

You smiled,

We’ve seen this movie like a million times. I’m tired of watching an attorney get chomped up on the toilet. 😔

she stifled a laugh,

are u serious? 😫 that’s like the best scene.

personally, I like the end where they make it off the island.

Ofc u do 😒 always a sucker for happy endings.

You sighed, rolling your eyes playfully.

Hey can I ask u smth

ofc what’s up?

whyd you come here tonight? don’t get me wrong I’m glad u did its just. It’s been a while since I’ve heard from u and then u just like shoe up lol

shoe up? 🤨🤨

She frowned jokingly.

I’m srs.

Your fingers hovered over the letters as you thought of how to answer, you couldn’t just tell her that you’d been thinking of her aimlessly in the last month and you’d decided to push away the immense romantic feelings you had in order to at least stay friends with her now could you?

i just missed you and I thought like, why did we even stop talking in the first place, yk?

As you typed the next message you felt heat creep up your neck and your heart pick up just a tad. It wasn’t risky per say..just a little intimate.

tbh, ive been missing you the entire past couple weeks. like so fucking much 🫥

You added the emoji to soften the blow, make it seem less like you were in love with her and her absence caused a gaping hole in your life.

tbh, me too. im sorry abt that night btw. i was angry and felt betrayed and I lashed out on u even tho u were just looking out for me, and im sorry for not reaching out.

I understand and I’m sorry too. for yelling and not reaching out sooner 💗😞

I don’t forgive you.

Panic flooded your brain, was she still upset? Did she not want to be friends with you anymore? Did you wait too long to reach out? Ellie looked at your frightened face and tapped quickly, reassuring you.

Joking joking! I was gonna say i might if u come over like this more often but.. yeah 🥸

You sighed, relief washed over your body and you giggled.

u always have the worst timing.

You glanced up at her expecting to see a smile but your heart tugged at her expression, she looked..sad. The usual gleam in her jade eyes was gone and her soft lips were pulled into a solemn frown.

i know

Before you could pick apart the message a shiver jolted through your spine and goosebumps covered your neck and arms. When did it get so cold?

hey is ir kind of cold in here?

yeah the heaters busted. turns on and off 😒 i asked matinance to come take a look but yk how those mfs are.

damn..r ur blankets still in the same place?

nah i moved them a while ago they’re by the actually lemme just show u

Ellie peeled Cat off her shoulder carefully as to not wake her up and motioned for you to follow her. You got up from your seat on the beanbag and treaded quietly behind her.

She led you into her room and as she dug in the back of her closet you took in the space. It’d been too long since you’ve last been in there, you breathed in the familiar earthy-pine scent that was so inadvertently Ellie and eyed the bed you and her have had countless conversations on. Your eyes travelled to the guitar that stood against her bed frame, the wood worn from years of both her and Joel playing, she’d only played for you a couple of times and even then it was little snippets as she felt too embarrassed to play you a full song.

“Here.” Your eyes snapped back to her and the plush green blanket she held out. You were confused for a second but then you’d remembered why you came in here in the first place.

“Oh right, thanks.” You reached for the blanket but you must’ve anticipated for it to be lighter because it fell from your hand and landed with a soft thump on the floor.

She sighed playfully, reaching down to grab it, “Always a klutz, huh, bug?”

Your breath hitched at the nickname. She’d started calling you her lovebug back in elementary school to tease you since you always demanded she leave bugs and other insects alone and always opted for the piece of paper and cup method to set them free instead of her brutal method of stomp until they’re dead. The only insects she really liked were fireflies, she didn’t really have a reason..she just did.

However, she stopped calling you it when she had started dating Cat and resorted back to her regular “dude” “bro” and “man”. You forced your heart not to read too much in to her use of it, it probably just slipped out, nothing more nothing less.

She picked up the blanket and put it in your hands, placing one on top of yours to make sure you were holding it properly. And that would’ve been fine and dandy if she let go and you would’ve shuffled back to your seat on the beanbag and it would’ve been normal, and it would’ve been okay.

Only, she didn’t move her hand. She let it rest in top of yours, the heat from her body travelling to yours, igniting you in a way you don’t think was possible. You looked up to meet those familiar pools of jade, finding the same look you had seen when the two of you were on the couch; soft and wanting.

It’s funny really, you had shown up here with so much ready to say and now look at you. Completely silent, terrified that if you even breathed too loud it would shatter whatever blissful moment was going on.

But your heart battered against your chest, screaming and thrashing at you.

it’s NOW or NEVER. SAY IT, SAY IT, SAY IT!

“I like you.”

Silence. There was no echo in the room but you swore your words bounced around the walls and hung in the air.

“What?” She breathed, taking a step back.

This was wrong, you knew it was. Her girlfriend was literally less than 10 feet away and the two of you had just started talking again, but you couldn’t do it anymore. You needed to tell her, if there was even a sliver of a chance she felt the same way you were going to take it.

“I like you— more than a best friend like, and I have for a while. And I know you’re dating Cat and I get that you like her, I really do. But I can’t do this anymore, Ellie. I can’t sit and pretend I’m happy for you because I’m fucking not. Whenever I see you two together, kissing and hugging I wish it was me—fuck I wish it was me.”

“Bug,” She paused, closing her eyes briefly, “ ★..I’m dating Cat.”

“You think I don’t!—“ You paused, urging yourself to breathe and counting to ten slowly.

nine..ten.

“You think I don’t know that?” You repeated, calmer.

“★..” Ellie began but you pushed on.

“Ellie can’t you see how..how bad she is for you?”

“What?” She asked, anger lacing her voice.

“She’s hurt you time and time again, and I’m always the one who has to comfort you just for you to go back to her after a few sweet words…she doesn’t deserve you.”

“You’re not apart of my relationship you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” She spat.

You huffed, blowing out air as you tried to breathe again.

eight..nine..

“Just because you’re fucking in love with me doesn’t mean you get to come in here and act like you know a single fucking thing because you don’t.”

Fuck breathing, fuck ten.

“You stupid bitch! She doesn’t fucking care about you. Why can’t you see the one for you is me.” You yelled, then gasped at your outburst. It had taken both of you by surprise, even when you and Ellie got into the nastiest of arguments you never yelled at eachother—minus that one night a month ago. It felt good, letting out all the emotion you had harboured for so, so long.

The two of you were centimetres away, having inched closer to yell in eachothers faces but now it was quiet, except for the laboured breathing that expelled from both of you, fanning over eachothers lips.

Icy jade met the fire burning behind your eyes, the juxtaposition was so intense you thought if your heart beat any faster you’d go into cardiac arrest.

“..You’re the one for me..?” She said, a ghost of a whisper.

And It was quick, so quick you almost didn’t catch it but you did. Her eyes flitted a fraction of an inch down to your lips and fuck, it was over for both of you.

Your lips crashed into hers, her large hands found promise at the nape of your neck, pushing you closer as she slotted her mouth against yours. The blanket in your hands long forgotten as it fell back to the floor. It was heated, hungry, passionate, and desperate. Months of hate, love, frustration, and separation rolled into one long awaited meaningful kiss.

It was when her hand trailed down to your hip, pulling you flush against her body and snaking under your top to brush over your skin that ellicited a sweet noise from you and her tongue sliding across yours, that she finally pulled away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

“Fuck.” She breathed, her voice raspy and you bit your lip when you felt your clit pulse.

“I need to—“

“I think you—“ the two of you spoke at the same time making both of you pause.

“I need to go.” You whispered, so quiet she almost didn’t hear you.

She nodded and watched as you turned around and walked out of her room, she stayed like that, standing and barely breathing until she heard the familiar noise of her dorm door closing before she allowed herself to crumble to the floor and hang her head in her hands.

“Els?” Her head shot up, thinking you had returned but she felt guilt flood her body when her face fell in disspointment at the sight of her groggy girlfriend.

“Hey..we need to talk.” She sighed.

She really did have the worst timing.

#ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams #ellie x you #ellie x y/n #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie smut #ellie fic #ellie fluff #ellie au #ellie angst

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star--joy · 9 months

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Repairs

In which Percy gets a date, is late to work, and fixes a broken espresso machine, not in that order.

Six Shot Americano Man leans over the counter, glancing at the scattered tools surrounding Vex as she kneels on the floor for easier access to the innards of her broken espresso machine “Hm. I could take a look, if you don’t mind."

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warnings: None

Words: 1395

Originally posted: 8/2/23

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49056469

“Is everything alright?”

Vex startles at the sudden voice, screwdriver slipping from her hand and clattering to the floor as her head jerks up, thumping against the counter-top with a painful thud. “Shit!”

“Ah, apologies. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

At the counter of the small cafe, Six Shot Americano Man is staring at her. He always comes in ten minutes after open and orders his monstrosity of unsweetened caffeine. Normally, Vex has it on the counter waiting for him, but with her machine busted, there’s little she can do.

She presses a hand to the spot where she’d smacked her head, wincing at the immediate shot of pain. “No, don’t worry about it. I’ll have that Americano out for you in about…” she glances at the exposed innards of her broken espresso machine. “Well, probably not for a long time.”

Six Shot Americano Man leans over the counter, glancing at the scattered tools surrounding Vex as she kneels on the floor for easier access to the machinery. If it were anyone else, she might be annoyed, but Six Shot Americano Man is her favorite customer, partly because he’s polite, but mostly because he tips insanely well. “Have you called someone to fix it?”

“They won’t be here until tomorrow, and I figure I can’t make things much worse, can I? If I could just find out what’s wrong with the thing…”

“Hm. I could take a look, if you don’t mind. I’m rather good with these things,” he offers, stroking the stubble that’s just beginning to peek through on his jaw.

Vex peers at him with narrow eyes. Normally, it would be a quick and easy ‘no’ to a request like that, but, hell, she’s willing to try just about anything. After all, Scanlan had called out for his shift today, and although this hole-in-the-wall coffee shop is rarely busy, Vex doesn’t want to deal with a broken espresso machine by herself. Besides, Six Shot Americano Man hasn’t yet given her a reason to be overtly cautious. Fuck it. “Alright, but I can’t pay you.”

He shrugs off his formal jacket, walking around the corner so he’s behind the bar. “That’s not an issue. May I?”

She easily steps away to make room for him. “Be my guest.”

His face is quickly pulled into a look of consideration as he pushes the wires around to get a better look inside the machine. Vex leans against the back wall, keeping a curious eye on him as he fiddles with some mechanism or another, quietly muttering to himself. What little words she can catch are some kind of technical jargon.

“Have you worked on these before?” she can’t help but ask, watching his fingers move with practiced precision.

“Not this particular model, but I’ve always had a knack for machinery,” he hums, green eyes never leaving the task. Vex should probably be watching his fingers as they delve into the wires, in case this issue should ever arise again and she needs to fix it, but she finds herself studying the man, instead.

Objectively, Six Shot Americano Man is rather attractive, though that’s not a new revelation. It’s hard for anyone to not notice that the first time they lay eyes on him. Hell, when he first started coming in all those months ago, Scanlan had fallen over himself trying to land a date, though found himself unsuccessful. So, yes, Vex knew he was attractive.

Somehow, though, that had never really resonated with her until now. He’d always just been Six Shot Americano Man who tips well and doesn’t talk much, and Vex had been content with that.

So why is she feeling the sudden urge to have a name for him?

It probably has something to do with the small emoting of his expression, lips pursing and nose scrunching and eyes narrowing when he fiddles with what must be a difficult component. Or perhaps it’s the practiced, confident movements of his hands deep within the machine.

Either way, Vex figures it’s been a damn long time since she treated herself to a proper date with a handsome somebody. Might as well give it a go, now.

“You know, I see you nearly every day, but I don’t think you’ve ever told me your name,” she hums, trailing over to his side.

“My name is Percy,” he answers, only glancing at her for a second before turning his attention back to his work. “And you’re Vex’ahlia, if the nametag is correct.”

The way he says her name is strangely appealing, the syllables slotting together so perfectly when wearing his posh accent. “You can just call me Vex, darling. Everyone else does.”

She doesn’t think anything of the moniker, but it causes Percy’s hands to fumble for half a second. “Well. It’s nice to meet you, Vex.”

“And you, Percy.” If he were looking at her, she’d throw in a wink, but alas. “So, I have to ask, what keeps bringing you back here? You know there’s a Starbucks down the street, right?”

He laughs. “Is it standard practice to recommend the competition?”

“I would argue that this is more of a customer satisfaction survey. Something must be keeping you loyal to us, it’s only helpful to know what it is,” Vex says, finding herself leaning over him slightly.

Percy glances up at her, then looks away a tad bit too quickly. His cheeks are beginning to turn a dusty pink. “I like the quiet. Everywhere else is too busy.”

“So you like that we get bad business? That’s not very helpful for my survey.”

There’s a short pause before he says, “Well, the baristas also provide excellent company.”

Vex’s smile grows. “Hm, good to know. I need as much detail as possible for this survey, could you be more specific?”

“The one named Scanlan is particularly enjoyable.”

His voice is so deadpan that it takes Vex a long second to recognise it as a joke, but the smirk on his lips gives him away. She snickers. “Don’t let him hear you say that, he’ll start trying to flirt with you again.”

Percy grins as he pulls his hands out of the espresso machine’s innards. “I’ve dealt with worse. And… there we are,” he says, pressing the power button and watching with satisfaction as the machine begins to start.

Vex’s eyes widen as the screen comes to life. “No shit, you actually did it?”

“Did you not think I could?”

“Of course not! I just figured you couldn’t make it worse,” she admits, clicking the single shot button and watching with awe as espresso starts to pour. “That’s amazing!”

His preening is subtle, but Vex is good at reading people, and she can see the way his chin lifts and his smile grows a centimeter. It’s endearing. “It’s nothing, really.”

“Oh, shut up,” she scoffs, easily grabbing a cup and beginning to prep his Americano. “You just saved my ass. I’m never letting you pay for a drink again, they’re all on the house.”

Percy considers something for a second. “The business is already struggling enough, I don’t think that’s the best idea. Though, if you truly want to repay me, you could let me take you out to dinner. It’s not in any way expected, of course, but I would enjoy getting to know you.”

Her heart thunders with excitement, but she keeps her cool. “I suppose I can manage that,” Vex teases as she hands him his Americano. “You free tomorrow?”

“I can be,” he quickly agrees, just eager enough to be endlessly charming. “Here, my phone number. Just text me a restaurant and time, I’ll be there.” He quickly jots his number down on a napkin. “Unfortunately, I must get to work. I’m already late. I look forward to tomorrow.”

Vex blinks. “You were late to work to fix my machine?”

“I’d say the outcome was well worth it,” Percy hums, grinning wide. “I’ll see you soon, Vex’ahlia.”

She shakes her head, exasperation and fondness mingling together in her chest. “Yes, yes, I’m excited, too, now get to work! I’m not going to be the reason you get fired!”

He’s still grinning as he races out of the coffee shop, though Vex is pretty sure she doesn’t have much room to judge, given she’s doing the same. God, tomorrow can’t come quickly enough.

#vex #vex'ahlia #percy de rolo #percival de rolo #percahlia #perc'ahlia #critical role #vexahlia #crit role #bad news bears #tlovm #lovm #the legend of vox machina #vox machina

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darubyprincx · 7 months

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Gem squinted down at the figure lying facedown on the grass. "Hm. Yeah. I don't think that's normal or very good."

"Do you know who this guy is, or," asked Sparrow, who was wearing a pair of sunglasses since she was outside. "Because I have no idea who they are."

"Oh, yeah, I know him," said Gem cheerfully. "Not sure why he's doing this, though." She walked over to the figure and nudged him with her foot. "Hello? Are you awake?"

The figure did not move nor respond.

Gem crouched down, nose scrunched. "How long has he been here?"

"No idea," said Sparrow. "I just found him here 15 minutes ago. I think it's been a minute, though. Is that vine growing over his leg?"

"Oh, it is," said Gem, sounding suddenly marginally more concerned. "Well this isn't good. I wonder if I can ask Scott or Oli to help."

"I heard my name," said a voice immediately. "Hi Gem."

"Hi Oli," said Gem. "Didn't see you there."

"Most people don't," said the voice. Sparrow tried and failed to see the source of the voice, but could not, since they were silent, as was Gem. "Why is Pix dead?"

"I don't think he's dead," said Gem, checking his wrist for a pulse and standing up again without comment. "Just really, really asleep."

"Wait, are you Sparrow?" asked Oli. (At least, Sparrow assumed this was Oli anyways.)

"Yep."

"You're the warden guy!" Oli said triumphantly. "You can't see people if they're not making noises, right?"

"That is true," said Sparrow with a nod. "I also picked up these sick shades because light is way too bright for me otherwise."

"Wait, Sparrow," said Gem, turning to them. "If you can't see people if they're not making sound, then how did you know there was someone here?"

"Oh, uh," said Sparrow, who in all honestly had 1. not thought that far into its explanation and 2. tripped right over the body. "A bird landed on him and I could tell because it looked to me like it was floating above the ground."

Meanwhile, Oli had walked over to where Sparrow assumed Pixl's ear was and was poking various areas of his face. "Hello?" he said as he went. "Pix? Earth to Pixlriffs? It's Oli, your favorite bard. You went to my funeral. Remember me? Guys," he said, turning back to the two without skipping a beat, "I think he's dead."

"Went to your... funeral?" asked Sparrow.

"Yeah, I faked my death and then left with my son," said Oli.

"You have a kid?"

"I don't think he's dead," said Gem thoughtfully. "His body would have decomposed by now. Also, he'd smell a lot worse."

"That'd be a feat," grumbled Sparrow.

"He's got to have so many bug bites," said Oli in awe.

"Yep, which is why I wanted to talk to Scott to try and move him," said Gem.

"Are you sure you want Scott?" asked Oli. "He'd probably like, try to kiss him or something."

"I'm going to be there to make sure we don't get a Sleeping Beauty situation," said Gem confidently, her hands on their hips. "He's scared of me, and for good reason. We'll be fine."

"Okay," said Oli, walking back over to the body. "Wait. I need to try something." He took a deep breath, then, directly into Pixl's ear, voice breaking from the volume: "PIXLRIFFS!"

"Ow," hissed Sparrow, hands flying to his ears. "Dude, I'm a Warden. You have to warn me first."

"Sorry," said Oli.

"Ow," grumbled the figure facedown in the grass, hand reaching up to scratch its ear. "You could have at least given me a countdown first, Oli. Why am I on the ground?"

"Hi, Pix," said Gem cheerfully. "Good to see you! You've been passed out on the ground and bitten by so many bugs for the past four months."

Pix looked up, his glasses literally stuck to his forehead. "What?"

#ray's tag #mcyt #new life smp #nlsmp #writing #I MISS HIM.#keys' writing

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wooahaes · 11 months

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no matter what moment comes, i won’t let you go

pairing: non-idol!I.N x fem!reader

genre: fluff + admittedly this ones also suggestive.

word count: ~0.7k

warnings: suggestive content bc they are two dorks in love (heavily implied smut post-fic) + mentions toward a meal without any specifications.

daisy’s notes: maybe i’ll write a part 2 to this somewhere at some point. he just fits the ‘dork in love who gets carried away and excited’ idea in my head lol

You still had absolutely zero idea how Jeongin put this trip together without you finding out about it until a week in advance, especially when he claimed that he’d begun planning it well over a month ago.

With personal time off taken, the two of you had left the city to go out to his hometown since it was on the coast... and partially so he could see his family, too, while the two of you were there. But he knew that you liked the city, too, and that you wanted to visit the coast at some point in the summer--and when he sprung the news on you, you’d been okay with going there on your birthday. The trip hadn’t been just for you, after all, but for the two of you to get a week away from work and rejuvenate... Jeongin just happened to make sure that week fell during your birthday week so you could extra enjoy the time off.

Thankfully, Jeongin had booked a room for the two of you. You were sure his parents would have let you stay with them if he had asked, but... Admittedly, you liked having privacy for the two of you. Especially because the two of you had planned out how to spend your birthday by yourselves (even though that plan did involve dropping by to see his parents the morning-of, partially because of their insistence and partially because you did love them). Between the short hike and the spa day and a delicious dinner at a restaurant that the two of you admittedly splurged in... You were tired by the time you came back to your hotel room.

Speaking of which... The view from your room was gorgeous considering the price. Part of you still had to wonder how lucky Jeongin was with all of this... Then you remembered one of his friends worked in planning vacations and whatnot, and it was probably him who helped him put all of this together.

Jeongin came up behind you, arms wrapping around you. “Did you have a good birthday?” He asked, enjoying the sight from your balcony as well. You could hear the loud sound of waves crashing against the shore from there.

You nodded, watching the tide. “Very relaxing,” you hummed. “Thank you, Innie,” you turned your head to press a kiss against the side of his face. “Are we sleeping in tomorrow?”

He nodded. “If you want.”

“Good,” you sighed out, still reeling from the bliss of the entire day. “I think we’ll need it.”

He perked up a little, more curious this time. “Hm?”

You turned to face him, bringing him in for a longer kiss. He smiled against your lips, hands settling on your hips. When he pulled away, he chuckled warmly.

“You’re not tired?”

“Are you?”

With a twinkle in his eyes, he took your hands, already pulling you back into the hotel room eagerly. He’d pulled you into his lap as he sat back on the bed, smiling happily at you before kissing you again. All within seconds, he had turned the tables on you: rolling the two of you over so you were laid back on the mattress as he kissed you happily before pulling away.

“I love you,” he said, hovering over you. Then he paused, glancing back at the open balcony door before he pulled away from you. “Oh. Right, hold on--”

You merely giggled at him from your spot, pulling yourself up to where you’d be more comfortable. “You’re cute when you get carried away.”

With the door shut and the blinds drawn, he returned to you, kissing you gentler this time. “I mean it!” He toyed with the strap of your dress, “I love you. Happy birthday.” He chuckled, leaning in to eagerly kiss you again, “I can’t help that I get distracted.”

With a roll of your eyes, you pulled him in for another kiss. He might be a mess sometimes, but he was a cute mess. Furthermore... He was your mess, and you loved him so much for it.

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#wooahaes.fic #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids imagine #skz imagine #stray kids x you #skz x you #i.n x you #i.n fluff #i.n x reader #yang jeongin x reader #yang jeongin fluff #jeongin x reader #jeongin fluff #jeongin x you #wooahaes.23

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zabiume · 10 months

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A few months ago, we were talking about CFYOW and Orihime’s powers and I promised @elyonholic I would make a separate post about my general thoughts regarding Orihime’s abilities and origins, some theories and some canon ideas I’ve grown warmer to over time.

1) Tinhat Theory (Crazy)

I want to get this one off my chest because it’s the least developed idea I have, but an interesting one nonetheless. Fair warning, the connection I’m about to make here stretches canon like a rubber band and I’m 85% certain it is totally coincidental, but: I noticed in one of my re-reads of the manga while I was writing TLtH that Orihime has a lot of surface-level similarities to...the Soul King.

The very first appearance of the Shun Shun Rikka is accompanied by some eyebrow-raising wording. I’m not sure how accurate this translation is, but ‘princess-shielding flowers’ seems to be a pretty direct allusion to the fact that Orihime is named after the mythological princess from the Tanabata legend. Also, I’m pretty sure that when Kubo first conceived Orihime in his mind, he had no idea she was going to be a Fullbringer or what a Fullbringer even was. My guess is that he wanted royal imagery to go with her name, and fairies seem to do the trick. Our job is to protect you, however, implies that they’re somewhat like her own Royal Guard. We know they each have their own distinct personalities, styles, dialects and powers, so one of my headcanons has always been that they each have their own inner domain (palace), too, like the Royal Guard. In my head, the domains are based on aesthetics alone, but they also represent different aspects of Orihime’s core personality.

Tsubaki’s inner world is a volcano [her tendency to be deeply emotional], Baigon’s is a toy factory [her childlike curiosity], Shin’O’s is a moving train [her openness for adventure], Lily’s is a futuristic techno-utopia [her inventive mind], Ayame’s is a tropical forest [her tendency to nurture/desire to heal] and Hinagiku is a witchy lab [her intellect and her experimental nature].

Even in CFYOW, there’s a mention about how Orihime can’t bring someone back to life because it messes with the balance of souls. There are some people she has to let cross that barrier, because crossing the barrier means keeping the balance of souls stable. This, too, is similar to the Soul King’s own responsibility of keeping the three worlds stable (though for Orihime, it’s on a much smaller scale than it is for the SK).

Take, for instance, a small-scale example where Soul Society has 98 souls, Hueco Mundo has 99 souls, and the Living World has 100 souls. If a person in the Living World is dying, Orihime can’t save them because then the numbers would be 98/99/100. Unequal and unstable. To make it 99/99/99, Orihime would have to let that one person die and cross over to Soul Society. I think, in instances like these, Orihime’s powers probably won’t work because of how they interfere with the balance of the three worlds.

In this AU/theory, I guess you could say that the part of the Soul King that Orihime absorbed is...a big one? Which would explain why she’s constantly said to have “God-like” abilities in the SS and HM arcs and also why her powers imitate his on a teeny scale.

2) Orihime as a Fullbringer (Semi-Canon)

I’ve talked before about how I didn’t like this idea much, mainly because it felt like a lazy retcon, but since CFYOW said Orihime’s powers are a combination of the Hogyoku’s influence and the pieces of the Soul King’s soul, I’ve warmed up a little to it. In this headcanon, Orihime’s Shun Shun Rikka operate quite similarly to a shinigami’s abilities in that her soul, her desires and her fear shape her “weapon.”

Like I said earlier, Orihime has a lot of fairytale-esque aesthetics in early Bleach: her brother makes remarks about her special hair, her first protector (Tatsuki) is likened to a dragon, her own name is a reference to a mythological princess. We can probably assume she internalized some of that, which is why her Fullbring is six fairies protecting their princess. Bleach has always put an emphasis on characters living up to their namesakes so it’s not a stretch to believe that her name had some influence on her Fullbring.

Additionally, Orihime was bullied a lot as a child, so it makes sense that she would manifest powers that would protect her. She was lonely, so she manifested friends that would always be with her. She’s been hurt before, so she manifested powers that would heal instead. The Hogyoku grants her that, but it’s she who subconsciously made that choice for herself. It’s a power she has always wanted, just like Ichigo and Chad have always wanted theirs. She’s an ordinary girl who chooses powers that define her largely pacifistic relationship with the outside world. She also has an object affinity, and like Riruka, who has the ability to permit using her ability of “love,” Orihime can reject using her powers of negation, so it wouldn't be a lie to call her a Fullbringer, even if she isn’t a very typical one.

#these two points don't necessarily contradict each other but they do offer insight into what being a fullbringer really means for orihime #since we never got any mention of her being one in the actual FB arc #orihime inoue #i think literally everything would have been fixed if she and chad got a fight in the FB arc #also fullbring is such a ridiculous concept but that's a dead horse atp #meta

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potential-fate · 10 months

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Sims Tag

Tagged by @andrevasims ~~

Tagging: uhm... idk this was quite long, so I don't wanna tag anyone, so I'm not going to.

anyways, my answers under a readmore, cause they're 26 questions.

1.What’s your favourite sims death?

there's so many funny deaths in ts2, but I rarely see them (I can't help it I like keeping my sims alive lmao....) I have seen the satellite death only twice in.... almost 20 years? Also think murphy bed death is pretty entertaining. oh, and that sims can spontaneously combust if too warm.

2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

funny I was just talking about this with @nappe-plays-the-sims on discord. My style is definitely maxis mix/semi-realistic. I think it'd probably be fully alpha in ts4 though, if my computer could handle it. but for ts2, I don't like how a lot of alpha cc looks, so it stays squarely in the mix category.

3.Do you cheat when your sims gain weight?

hm. mostly not? there are certain sims that don't fit personality wise and I've cheated (in both directions both fat loss and gain) sheerly because their fitness just barely dipped and it didn't make sense. also as a storytelling simblr, I need consistency, so sometimes I'll cheat it for the moment, but then return them to their new fit/fat state once I have a bit of a time lapse.

4. Do you use move objects?

literally constantly. I mean, I have to to pose scenes, but also decoration in my game is ridiculously off grid so 🤷‍♀️

5. Favorite mod?

I legitimately don't think I can pick one. I have like 200 'curated' mods that I have mostly been using for literally a decade. Even in my "cc free" game I still have my mods folder and my defaults in. That being said, if forced to, I wouldn't be able to live without ACR/Romantic Standards, and the Traits Project.

6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got?

Glamour Life Stuff, but I pretty much followed the release date for ts2. for TS4, the entire reason I redownloaded the game was Cottage Living so... that one.

7. Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing?

Live as in 'we are Live 🎬" (because literally that's how I always pictured it. the game is in action now, it's live.)

8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

uhm.... probably Evren, though no one has seen much of him yet. I just think he's pretty.

9. Have you made a simself?

I have.... about 12 years ago. and that sim can stay back there LMAO.

10. What sim traits do you give yourself?

hm. I suppose Gloomy, Maker, Socially Awkward. it took me a while to decide though.

11. Which is your favorite EA hair color?

in ts2, I guess the red is okay? idk there's a reason all my hair is defaulted.

in ts4, I specifically like the light blonde and the dirty blonde, but would like to set the one labeled "blonde" (the yellow one) on fire.

12. Favorite EA hair?

see above answer. I'm just... not a fan of ts2 hairs. When I was a baby, I used to use exclusively this hair on men (like they literally all had that hair it was kinda funny), before I discovered cc. but now I think I'd probably pic Caesar if I had to.

13. Favorite life stage?

Teen through Adult. I like them all probably equally, but I spend a LOT of time at Uni 😂 I don't understand why everyone wants shorter UNI mods lmaooo.

14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

can I say neither? what you guys are playing the game???? jk jk. uhm... I guess I'll say builder, but honestly a good portion of my time is literally posing. though said scenes are normally based off gameplay. but I don't get to play that often. like ie: the story posts I'm posting now are literally based off gameplay from 6 months ago so....

15. Are you a CC creator?

Yup!~ though it's not consistent, in posting schedule or what I tend to make so 🤷‍♀️ (that being said, I do have hair retextures I'm literally planning on posting this week.)

16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad?

I feel like I do, but I don't wanna post favorites and hurt someone's feelings. 😂 that being said, there's like 3-5 people I talk to almost daily.

17. What’s your favorite game? (1, 2, 3, or 4)

in case it's not obvious, it's ts2. I do like ts4 now with all the dlc now though. but ts2 will always be my ride or die tbh.

18. Do you have any sims merch?

I... don't think so.... I'm pretty sure I don't. I would be willing though probably. I mean, I sorta want a sims tattoo, and that's a lot more permanent than merch so.

19. Do you have a YouTube for sims?

I do not. I don't really.... like youtube that much. or letsplays.... or filming myself.

20. How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing?

oh god. idk man, I was heavy into the whole scene kid 2008 type stuff back when I first started creating cc and stuff, let alone playing, so like.... "a lot" is really all I have. I'd like to say that it's improved? I definitely think my photo/editing skills are better.

21. What’s your Origin ID?

I want to say it's potential-x-fate but i am not 100% sure on that... I don't think I've ever shared anything for ts4 anyways though.

22. Who’s your favorite CC creator?

that depends heavily on what you're looking for. @deedee-sims, @mdpthatsme, and @serabiet for clothing come to mind.

Makeup by far is probably @lilith-sims. and JesstheEx (LJ).

Hair I do a lot of my own retextures, but @antoninko also does a lot of sunshine retextures.

For b/b I couldn't even begin to decide. I don't have as much and it's all over the place.

for TS4, like, literally 85% of my CAS is @pralinesims and I have 0 B/B so.... it's pretty much just Praline LMAO.

23. How long have you had a simblr?

technically? since 2008. I migrated here from LJ around then. but this account is newer than that, cause I used to have it as a side blog and that was not very convenient. the old account I deleted after I moved everything I wanted over. I also took a 3 year break from 2016-2019.

24. How do you edit your pictures?

Carefully. lmao. jk jk. uh.... lets see. I crop them (via my own action), apply actions (mostly other people's) depending on the scene, edit any clipping by hand painting, add in hair strands a lot of the time, and uh, then I add a 1% monochromatic noise filter, and the white border frame.

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next?

since I play ts2 this isn't really applicable. but in the magical world of Allie Gets What They Want, I'd want a fix for ts2 to allow more customizability via CAS. by that I mean, I want more slots for skin details/tattoos/etc and accessories and such like they have in ts4, but in ts2. Obviously this is theoretical. but it's the thing I miss most in ts2.

26. What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far?

ahhh.... for ts2, I probably play with Uni the most, but ts2 was better at integrating gameplay elements into their EPs so I'd be hard pressed to drop any of them, even ones I "don't use" that often. (ie: nightlife came with chemistry and I'd die without it, even though I don't use any of the downtown functions often.)

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factorialsotherfandoms · 6 months

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@cubitodragon

Yaaaaaaas AU babbling, I hope you’re ready for round two of questions this morning :D 1) Are the Eggs recovered from the Federation in this AU, or is their recovery due to intercepting Fed scouting reports or the like? 2) how relevant are the aliens here to the Feds? Or are they everyone’s problem? 3) what are some fun and plot irrelevant but character/world building related facts for your AU? 4) which character(s) have you found fit the setting well unexpectedly vs who gave more trouble?

Hello again! I am absolutely ready though also having breakfast lol

*wriggles hand* the /first/ group of eggs are discovered by accident on a different mission. The team of six (Philza, Jaiden, Roier, Missa, Cellbit, and Etoiles) are actually on an assassination run of all things. I say assassination run. That makes it sound sneaky, not they kicked in through the front door, systematically murdered the entire security team, hacked a teleport pad to the target's respawn chamber, and then repeatidly murdered them while also taking chips out of the respawn device until it finally broke, allowing them to perma-kill their enemy. It being Chayanne and Bobby they've actually already broken themselves out, and despite being yk physically about 10 and literally only a few months old the two very much try to help fight, making things worse. The adoptions are basically on sight - Roier and Missa give their respective children knives, while Jaiden and Philza are immediately fussing. Etoiles and Cellbit do /not/ get it until Pomme and Richarlyson show up and are like 'oh I would die for them now'. The eggs are not able to communicate telepathically, but have a level of awareness of each other on a psychic level. Because of this the characters are aware there are more kids in need of rescue, and keep their eyes out. While some of the eggs have a stronger connection to each other than the rest, Dapper has the easiest time messing with it, so once they find him finding the rest becomes a lot easier. It wouldn't have worked for Trump/A1, however. For... Plot reasons. And whomever ends up in Tilin's place, whether it is Tilin or the memories egg, gets a very shaky time. If I'd done more of that sort of mission Tallulah would have had the same sort of problem, but I didn't, so she gets a reprieve. JuannaFlippa frequently breaks out to get herself food. Tallulah however is trying to be a good girl and well we see how well that goes...

Right okay! So in XCOM there's a sub-faction of aliens known as ADVENT. ADVENT are responsible for all human-facing alien interactions post-invasion, from political spokesmen to policing to healthcare workers. The last of these tend to be actual (if brain chipped) humans, while the others... They tell people they're human, at least. I am a strong believe in the QSMP of the Federation just being a branch of a much wider probably multi-island organisation. Ergo, the Federation are just a group under the aliens, ones where the aliens in their number are mostly humanoid and the rest of their staff are human. Workers like Fred and Walter Bob are non-human Federation workers, people like Aypierre and Jaiden are (ex) Federation workers. People like Baghera... Well... Baghera's a very fun case and I am sat here giggling with cruel intent just thinking about it. Needless to say that while the Federation has only legally existed since the invasion, its been on earth just by another name and much more secretly for much, much longer...

Oh man fun but not plot relevant... Hm... Half the crew are convinced Quackity and ElQuackity are the same person, just Quackity gets real bitchy when its nighttime. They're not. They're twins that co-run the on-ship bar, but because they're also the only bartenders and its a 24/7 establishment... ElQuackity isn't exactly like... /good/ or /above board/ here, but there's only so much damage he can do with serving alcohol so they kinda just let him hang out. Fred claims to have defected years ago. He actually only defected a few months ago because he saw a cute boy and didn't understand what it meant so followed him home. Everyone knows, nobody actually calls him out on this. Tubbo is not allowed to go out on missions, but he does control the semi-automated airship defences and I mean it isn't /really/ a plot important to say he absolutely gets to use them at one point. After the invasion, the aliens tried to break up the Brazilians by leaving all the ones they captured in different bits of the Americas. This obviously failed. So when they get their hands on another, they dump him in Australia. This still doesn't work and okay maybe its a bit plot relevant, but I've already written a bit about while Mike was missing and the fact he ended up in Australia so like... Please, please imagine how funny it is that the aliens keep capturing Brazilians and trying to split them up but no matter how far apart they put them /somehow/ they always find each other again. And, yes, they're specifically after the Brazilians, as those 5/6 are kinda the ringleaders of the whole shebang. Whenever they need to do a public announcement, the aliens wheel Cucurucho out. He's a whole lot less charasmatic than XCOM2's speaker, but a whole lot cuter. Contrary to popular belief no Bagi has not has a girlfriend before. Or a boyfriend for that matter. Or any other flavour of partner. Neither has Cellbit. Roier, however, has absolutely fucked an alien for information before. There have been at least three separate incidents of sex in the autopsy lab and, to everyone's surprise, none of them involved Slimescicle (he's a bit scared of tbh) (it's more private than anywhere else with anything that looks like a bed) Felps would like to claim he has had the best time out of all of the Brazilians. The worst thing is this is actually true. Cellbit's psychic abilities are not as self taught as he'd like you to believe, but anyone who can contradict him is long dead so it doesn't really matter. Given the limited resources a number of people had to get okay with communal living and touchy-feely things very quickly. This went better for some than others.

Okay kinda referenced her above, but while she's one of my later recruited units and came underlevelled and in a class I'm not as fond of so doesn't get much screentime (au is a type up of a playthrough, else she'd have got a lot more and Missa would have been demoted to house husband once Chayanne showed up ^^;), but Baghera. Oh, Baghera, she goes so neatly into all of this, poor girl. Aypierre was another unexpectedly nice surprise on how neatly he fits in, given the whole current lore with him and stuff. UNfortunately I have no clue how to write him and along with Tubbo and Forever, another pair that give me trouble, is writing half of the plot relevant documents as the fucking head of research *facepalm*. For unexpectedly hard... Wilbur Fucking Soot. You would think that with a near future style setting 'touring musician' would be easy but oh my fucking god he's a pain in the ass to work into this. Especially as I really love the idea of the Federation owning his record label. If it wasn't for Tallulah I'd have thrown him out the damn window already. A good number of them I haven't fully hammered out, but frankly literal demons are easier to work in than touring musicians, so I don't think it'll be so bad.

#qsmp x xcom #ask and answer but from replies #once again continue to ask me more lol #please do continue asking random things I am having fun here

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reyesstrand · 6 months

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weekend wip game

thanks for the tag @welcometololaland (and thanks for thinking up this game lola!) @alrightbuckaroo @strandnreyes @theghostofashton <333

rules: list your wips below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future wips/ideas!) then answer the following questions. then, tag as many people as you have wips (or more).

1. wip list:

active wips: food fic

future wips: pottery au; aftermath of the solving of gabriel’s murder

2. which of your wips is currently the longest?

food fic, mainly because it’s all i’m working on ajdnskdn

3. which wip do you expect will end up the longest?

food fic will span from 1x05 to tarlos’ honeymoon, so likely this one

4. which wip is your favourite/the most enjoyable to write? why?

when it isn’t giving me a headache, definitely food fic. i love getting to look back at canon and extrapolate on moments we’ve seen (and include scenes we didn’t) focused on the idea of food as a love language. however the pottery au probably has the most little random snippets i’ve deposited into my notes app that bring some serious joy

5. which wip do you find the most intimidating to write? why?

pottery au, simply because full-on alternate universe fics are kind of out of my wheelhouse, even though i love reading them

6. which wip do you experience the most self-doubt about? why?

probably the gabriel murder aftermath fic, because i have a very clear idea of the sort of tone i want to develop through the story and worry about perfecting it

7. which of your wips will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? why?

food fic will have a beta (if they still want to even though they offered truly six months ago 😭😭😭😭😭😭) and i’m grateful because this i’m pretty sure the fic will be 20k+ and having a pair of skilled eyes look it over will be so helpful.

8. have any of your wips been struck by the curse of writer’s block?

…….have i mentioned i started food fic six months ago 🧍‍♂️

9. which wip has your favourite oc? tell us about them?

i’m very boring and unfortunately don’t have any at the moment!! hopefully some will come to fruition with pottery au once i actually try tackling it

10. which wip is the sexiest?

food fic, because cooking is sexy and tk and carlos agree and also because it has the only real “explicit” sex i’ve written. HOWEVER….i would be amiss not to mention pottery au, where the moodboard centred around this photo:

11. which wip is the angstiest?

probably will be the gabriel murder aftermath fic….shes gonna be moody!!! but also food fic has a lot of the boys and their unhealthy coping mechanisms. so both?

12. which wip has the best characterization (in your humble opinion)?

i’m going to say food fic only because i’m writing from a place of knowing the entirety of canon so far, and can use that to go back and write them as their baby season one selves. also, since it’s fairly introspective for both of them, i think this is my clear answer

13. which wip has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?

i’m….going to say all three, in their varying states of completion. it’s something i feel most comfortable with as a writer and i think it’s something i tap into easily, and i think each has examples of this

14. which wip have you worked the hardest on?

food fic. it’s kind of become my baby

15. which wip do you have the highest expectations for? why?

….food fic, only because i’ve been working on it for so long and it’ll be the first thing i post since may. so. i feel a lot of pressure to make it “right”

16. do you dream about any of your wips?

only if i’ve been writing/plotting right before bed

17. do any of your wips have particular complexities that your other fics don’t?

hm….i guess food fic only since it’s truly following the whole development of a relationship, and trying to capture where they’d be emotionally at a certain moment in the grand scheme of things is complex. pottery au also fits here, though, since i know it’ll need some planning that i don’t always think about, since i tend to write canon compliant as opposed to au fics

18. which wip is the funniest or has the most humour?

i don’t think i’m very good at humour 😭😭😭 but i think most light-hearted, maybe, would be pottery au? food fic has some bright spots too, though

19. do any of your wips contain outside povs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? how are you finding that process?

ooh okay, so there’s at least one instance of this in food fic where we see owen observing the boys, and it’s something i love tapping into because thinking about owen with his boys always makes me 🥺🥺🥺 like he’s just so happy for them and sees their love for what it is and i enjoy whenever i can explore that, even if only for a few paragraphs. i think gabriel aftermath will explore more of gabriel/his relationship with carlos in SOME capacity, though i truly haven’t even explored it yet. it makes me excited though!! introspection is my favourite <3

20. tell us one thing we don’t know about one or more of your wips.

hmmmmmm i’d say that food fic was originally a 5+1, then a 7+1, but i couldn’t figure out what the “+1” would be/how i would phrase it, and i decided i liked connected vignettes following the trajectory of their relationship better. also that seeing a singular photo of ceramics on pinterest inspired the pottery au….tarlos brainrot will always take over at the most random times!

((sorry for not following the rules here)) i’m no pressure tagging @carlos-in-glasses @birdclowns @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @paperstorm @heartstringsduet @rmd-writes @louis-ii-reyes-strand @carlos-tk @redshirt2 @tailoredshirt @beautifulhigh and open tagging whoever would like to play <333

#tag games #my fic

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thenon-fictiondays · 2 years

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Hirano to Kagiura light novel translation 1-4

Chapter 1: The first time.

Part 4

Part 3 || Part 5

T/N: (1) In Japanese schools, the new school year starts in springtime, so that's why the first years are said to be new students as of late-June.

(2) Schools can be very strict about all aspects of students' appearances including hair dye, to the extent that some schools will force you to dye your hair to black even if your natural color is lighter. This school doesn't seem to be too strict about color though, since this is a slice of life and the character designs need to stand out.

There are four days left until final exams.

In late June, just before summer vacation, the Disciplinary Committee is scheduled to conduct morning dress code inspections at the school gate.

Because there is no morning practice due to club activities being prohibited right before exams, this is the only time of year in which athletic club members come to school at the same time as everyone else.

A heavy sleeper like Kagiura can sleep through even important times like this, and it had taken longer to wake him than it normally does when he wakes up at 5 AM.

Kagiura isn’t the type to take a long time getting dressed, but the fact that he was still half-asleep was a little worrying, so because Hirano had to leave their room first, he had given him a bit of a harsh warning.

That being said, because the inspection is a regular event for which they are given advance notice, there are very few students who violate the rules. It’s almost boring without any disruptions, and Hirano does his best to complete the checks while stifling his yawns.

A lot of the first years that started school just a few months ago are still nervous about high school life, so they’re hung up on wearing their uniforms properly.

Students are told ‘keep your collar button fastened outside the school’, ‘don’t loosen your necktie’, ‘avoid wearing vests and cardigans in flashy colors or bold patterns’, and other such statements, but the most important rule is to not wear their uniforms outside of school, so as long as they pass the school gate there is nothing to worry about.

No penalty was inflicted on Hirano for his blonde hair besides a written apology, so although he is responsible for enforcing dress code regulations, he has not dyed his hair back to black.

Last year he had dealt with it very seriously because he was a first year, but dyeing it black and then immediately blonde again would seriously damage his hair. The chemicals would take unevenly, and the color would probably be blotchy. Considering the potential damage, it was much easier to write the apology letter, and for this year he decided to put off dyeing it black for as long as possible until the end of school ceremony.

Kagiura arrived all of five minutes before the bell.

“You’re cutting it awful close. I thought I woke you up properly this morning.”

“Yeah…sorry. By the way, there’s something I want to ask you.”

“Hm?”

“Who was that guy you were talking to just now? He had a mole under his eye—”

I’ve been talking to a lot of guys over the course of my duties, Hirano thinks quizzically, but the latter half of Kagiura’s words ring a bell.

“Oh, Miyano? He’s a kouhai in the committee.”

“.....Are you close with this Miyano guy?”

“I wouldn’t say close, but I guess I talk to him a fair amount. He’s kind of a weirdo, though.”

Hirano tilts his head to the side as he answers, thrown by the unexpected question.

If you’re curious, try peeking at the class next door, he thinks about adding on, but it seems unlikely that Miyano has anything to do there.

“Hmph.”

With that, Kagiura clams up, but he doesn’t move to walk away, and to the nearby committee members, it seems as if he’d been caught breaking the rules. Some of them steal glances, casting him strange looks. It’s only natural, since at a glance there isn’t anything wrong with his clothes or hairstyle.

“Whatever it is, if you don’t head to your classroom soon, you’ll be late.”

When he gives Kagiura’s back a push with a ‘go on’, Kagiura’s spaced out expression finally relaxes.

I see, this was his first dress code inspection, so he must’ve been nervous.

He’s such a loveable guy. Hirano breaks into a grin at his endearing nature, when a voice suddenly calls out from behind him.

“Kagiura, what are you standing around there for? Did you get held up by the dress code check?”

The student, a first-year in a freshly-pressed uniform, seems to be Kagiura’s friend. He’s empty-handed, so he probably stepped out from the classroom after already going inside.

“No, it’s not like that. He’s my roommate.”

“Ah, the rumored Hirano-san.”

“Hey, what rumors are you telling him?”

“I hear that you wake him up in the morning. My name is Niibashi; Kagiura and I are in the same class.”

In a bubbly voice, he adds on “nice to meet you”, to which Hirano, thrown by his vigor, replies only with “ah.”

The student who’d introduced himself as Niibashi is a boy of somewhat small stature. Standing next to Kagiura, he looks just like a middle-schooler, perhaps because of his childish facial features. His physical features are somewhat similar to Miyano’s, but his expression steeped in self-confidence gives a completely different impression.

His stature combined with his soft-looking, windswept hair makes him seem floofy, but he stands up straight, with good posture. If he’s friends with Kagiura, he’s probably the type to devote himself to sports.

“You’re the Hirano-san that gets mad when Kagiura doesn’t take notes?”

“.....Seriously, what have you been telling him, Kagi-kun? What’s up with saying I get mad?”

“Oh, that—it’s because when I told him ‘Hirano-san gets mad at me when I don’t take notes’, he seemed happy.”

Hirano can guess the boy’s character from the way he grins without breaking eye contact.

This kid’s a narcissist through and through.

He is well aware of his angelic face, and has mastered the art of using it to his advantage.

It might be disrespectful towards his new kouhai’s friend, but Hirano is rapidly getting the feeling that he’ll be a pain in the ass.

“......I’d heard that you have a friend that you copy notes from. Speaking of which, Kagi-kun. If you can, take them yourself.”

“I’ll do my best. —Oh yeah, Niibashi, why’re you here?”

Unlike the withdrawn Hirano, Kagiura is much more frank with Niibashi.

It is refreshing for Hirano to see Kagiura banter with his classmate, since he normally sees him in the dorms, where he consistently uses ‘san’.

“Jeez. It’s because I sent you a message and you didn’t respond! I went out of my way to let you know that we have to change classrooms for first period, so you’ll be late if you don’t get to class soon. Show some gratitude. You already get glared at by the teacher for falling asleep in class.”

He had lowered his voice so as not to be overheard, but his words reach Hirano, who is standing nearby.

Hirano had assumed Kagiura just stopped writing when he didn’t understand the subject matter, but he had been sleeping?

That must be why his notes have such gaps.

When he reflexively glances at him, Kagiura quickly averts his gaze. He has some nerve.

“Kagi-kun, when we go back to the dorm I’m making you solve some past test questions.”

Advanced course Hirano and comprehensive course Kagiura have slightly different electives, but their first-year curriculums have much in common. Many of the subjects they’re responsible for learning are the same, so if he learned it last year, Hirano is also capable of teaching it.

Now then.

While the hastily departed Kagiura lets out a sigh, Hirano gives the other committee members the signal to start retreating from their positions.

Hanzawa, who is also the vice-chairman of the Disciplinary Committee, collects the notes and materials used for the inspection and hands them over to the teacher. After this, a few teachers are to continue the dress code inspection of students who come running up at the last minute.

From the clear skies that have made a break in the rainy season, the sunlight beating down even this early in the morning makes his head feel hot.

Of course, Hirano was the first and foremost offender of the dress code inspection this time.

*****

Part 3 || Part 5

#niibashi joins the crew #idk him but i love his gremlin energy #hirano to kagiura #hirano and kagiura #hirano to kagiura translation #kagihira #sasaki to miyano #harusono shou #hirano taiga #kagiura akira #niibashi juuya

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eddiemunson-fanfic · 1 year

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Step brother adores you pt. 3

Eddie Munson x Plus Size!Reader

Warnings: mentions of drinking, oral (f recieving), p in v

Summary: After the one night stand you had with Eddie weeks ago, you could barely think about anything else. You thought about him when you went to work. You thought about him when you were making dinner. You thought about him when you were reading your books. You thought about him at any time possible, and craved him so bad. Your dad had other plans tho.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5(coming soon)

It's been weeks since you saw Eddie. It's been weeks since you had him laying in your bed. You missed him, and you hated yourself for it. You didn't feel like it was right of you to miss him like you did, but you couldn't help it. You did, and that was a fact you had to live with. You still didn't feel like it was right of you to crave him like you did either, but you did.

Your dad went on several dates with his mom, and you wished that every time your dad was going on a date, Eddie would show up and "babysit" you again, but he didn't. You really hoped that any time you were left alone at home, that Eddie would show up after they left, or show up with his mom as he did the first date your dad was going on.

But he never did walk in that door before or after they went. And you could feel yourself getting frustrated and angry at the thought. You craved this man like never before, and you could barely control your feelings towards him. You knew that if shit esculated towards your dad and his mom, that it would be wrong of you to date anyway. You needed to get over your crush, and quick.

It was a thursday afternoon, and you were at work, trying to find something a costumer asked you to find. You had told her up to several times that if it wasn't on the shelf, you didn't have anything left. But she didn't wanna listen. She insisted for you to go in the back and look for it. You knew you didn't have the item in anyways, because this was like the 5th person to come in that day asking for it.

You stood in the back, looking at your nails as you thought about Eddie for the 100th time that day. Oh, this man had corrupted your brain so bad. Not that you were complaining of course.

"Hey bitch!" the familiar voice of your bestfriend exclaimed, and you jumped to turn to where her voice came from. She came running into your arms, and you grinned from ear to ear.

You embraced her and squealed, jumping up and down in place with her. Oh, it's been long since you last saw eachother, since she is busy with her own job and life. You think it might have been like 2 months or so since you last saw her, and the thought made you cry. You didn't understand how much you've missed her until this moment.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, pulling her at arms length, and she grinned back at you. She laughs at you, and pulls out something from her pocket which looked like tickets of some sort. "I got a surpriiiise" she sing-songed, playfully shoving the tickets in your face.

You grabbed one and looked at it. Hm, a band you've never heard of is playing out of town on saturday, and you raised an eyebrow and looked at her.

"I got us tickets to this so-called amazing band, they're originally from here!" she smiled at you, and you looked down at the tickets again.

"And?" you asked, laughing at her excitment. "Sounds like a daft band to be honest, who calls themself Corroded Coffin?" you snorted at the name, and she huffed and rolled her eyes at you.

"Stop being so judgy! I've heard the band members are pretty sexy" she winked at you, and you snorted. "Oh, you and boys" you rolled your eyes at her, and she swatted at your arm playfully.

"Please, please say you'll go with me!" she practically begged, and you raised an eyebrow at her. Hm, you guess a concert would probably do you good. You needed the distraction, and since both you and your bestfriend is over 21, you can take a drink while you're at this down town bar.

"Fine, I'll go" you surrendered, and she squealed, jumping into your arms. "Yay!" she exclaimed, and you had to laugh again. You had missed this. You had missed her.

"Come to my place early saturday, and we'll get ready together" you smiled at her, and she nodded. "Can your dad drive us?" she asked with a grin, and you shook your head in laughter.

"I'll ask him" you said, and she squealed one last time, hugging you tight before she turned to leave.

"I'll be there around 2pm!"

"Eep, I can't wait!" she exclaimed before she clapped her hands and walked out of the back.

You chose to stand there for a bit, before walking back out to the costumer. She was fuming when you returned, and said it was the worst costumer service she's ever experienced, and that you took your sweet time to look for something that should be easy to find as if she knows how the back of the store looks like.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, casually enough for her to not notice, and gave your best smile to her. "I'm sorry m'am, but as I said, we don't have that in just now, but if you come by.."

"Don't even think I'll ever return to this shitty as store again!" she said as she stormed off with her belongings, slamming up the door as she huffed and looked back at you, glaring at you and walked away.

You had to stiffle your laugh as she almost tripped in her own feet when she was able to get out of the store.

The rest of the day was rather uneventful, it was slow, and you had alot of bitchy costumers come by. You were so happy you were almost done with your work week, and could relax on saturday with your bestfriend.

You went home, and your dad was waiting for you to arrive so you could eat dinner together. You sat down on the opposite side of him, and ate the dinner he had cooked for you.

You mostly sat in silence, but spoke up in unison.

"I have a date with Haley on Saturday"

"I'm going with Becca to a concert on Saturday"

You looked at eachother in a bit of a shock, before you burst out laughing.

"You first" your dad says after he stops laughing, and you look at him, and nod.

"Becca invited me to a concert the next town over on saturday, and I wondered if you could drive us?" you asked, and gave him a sheepishly smile. He looked at you and blinked for a few seconds, and smiled suddenly.

"Of course I can drive you! Is it okay if Haley joins? We're meant to go out anyways" you shrugged your shoulders and nodded.

"I guess that was what you were gonna tell me?" you ask him, and he chuckles out a yes.

You laugh, and nod, diving into your food again.

You called Becca later that night to tell her that you had a ride to the concert, and that your dad offered to pick you up again, but you told her you said you would call him if you needed him to.

She got excited, and you started planning on what to wear to the concert. You've been to concerts before together, and every time you went together, you always liked to match eachother. That was the plan now too.

By friday afternoon you were excited to get home and just be you. Your dad had told you that he was gonna be out the entire evening, and you didn't have to worry if he didn't come home by midnight.

You locked the door, and went to go read some book, and maybe smoke some weed as you were now alone and could do what you pleased. You couldn't wait for tomorrow as you looked at the outfit you were gonna wear tomorrow.

You picked out a red and black striped mini skirt, with a red lace-almost like bra, with some fishnet as a top over the bra fishnet leggings under the skirt, and some thick 5 inch pumps with spikes on them. Becca chose just the same outfit, since you've worn it together at a concert before.

You patted yourself mentally on your shoulder, telling yourself you did a good job.

"This is gonna be sick" you said into the phone with Becca, and she chuckled. "Of course it's gonna be!" she exclaimed. '

You spoke for quite some time, and when you looked at the watch on the bedside table before you laid your head down on your pillow, it showed 1:54am.

You woke up in a haze, barely remembering that you fell asleep, looking around you in confusion. You looked at the clock on your bedside table, and huffed.

Only 6:30. You could still sleep a few hours, but you felt wide awake once you opened your eyes completely.

You tossed and turned a bit, and gave up after a while. You stood up from your bed when the time was 6:55, and dragged your ass to the bathroom across the hall from your bedroom.

You looked at yourself in the mirror as you leaned against the sink to brush your teeth. You looked awful, and you cursed yourself for falling asleep with makeup on.

You groaned as you reached in the cabinet for some makeup remover after you had finished brushing your teeth.

You started the shower as you removed your makeup, and undressed, stepping into the shower and shave your entire body and make yourself ready for the night.

After your shower, and you decided to just step into your pajamas, you walked down to your dad's bedroom, and knocked, wondering if he wanted a cup of coffee on the bed or something. You always did something like that for eachother if the other was still in bed when the other woke up. He made you breakfast or gave you a cup of coffee to wake you up, and you did the same for him.

You knocked, but no one answered.

Hm, this was strange. You knocked again, but still no answer.

"I'm coming in!" you announced before you opened the door, holding a hand in front of your eyes to give him some privacy if he was naked or whatever.

"You want some coffee?" you asked, but you couldn't hear any breathing or snoring from the bed, so you glimced slightly between your fingers, noticing his bed was still made, and it didn't seem like he had been in bed at all.

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. Where could he be?

You walked out to the kitchen, and looked around. No sign after your dad at all. Did he even come home last night? You decided to walk to the phone in the livingroom who had a voicemail, and you noticed there was a message on it. You tapped the small button, and it came to life.

"Hey sweetie, I'm sorry if I scared you or whatever if you're already asleep when you get this, but I'm not coming home tonight, but I promise I will be there in time to drive you and Becca! Stay safe, and love you much!" your dad's voice said before he hung up.

Oh, okay, he never came home then. You shrugged it off, and walked into the kitchen again to brew yourself some coffee to wake up.

"My sweet nectar, I need you" you huffed as you pressed the button who made the coffee machine come to life as it brewed your coffee, the smell of freshly brewed coffee filling your nostrils.

When your coffee was done brewing, you filled a cup, and walked outside with your book and sat down in the chair on your porch, taking in the small sunlight that was beaming through a cloud as you sipped on your coffee.

Your cute neighbor was outside to pick up her morning paper. You returned the small smile she gave you, and nodded with your coffeecup.

"Good morning, Mrs. Alden!" you exclaimed to her, and she nodded your way.

"Beautiful morning to you, Y/L/N!" she smiled as she waved at you before she turned and walked back into her house.

You have no idea how long you sat on your porch, just reading your book and sipping coffee from time to time, smoking some cigarettes here and there too, but you noticed it's been some time when your dad pulled up into the driveway. You lift your head from your book, smiling at your dad as he stops the car and walks up the driveway towards you.

"Hey sweetie, sorry if I scared you or something, but I drank a bit too much last night, and.."

"Dad, I'm not your parent, you don't have to be scared that I'll scold you or something" you chuckle at him, and he grabs his neck in a nervous manner.

"Heh, I guess you're right, sorry" he says, as he walks up to you and places his cheek on yours to give you a soft hug before he sits down beside you on the other chair.

"You ready for later?" he asks you after some silence, and you look at him, and nod.

"Yeah, I'm excited, it's been a while since we went to a concert together!" you smile, and he smiles back at you.

"You deserve to have some fun, you work so much!" he smiles, and you nod. You definitely work more than you probably should, but when you're saving up for your own place, one do what one got to do to survive.

"What band are you seeing?" he asks, and you squint your eyes as to focus on what Becca told you last night about the show and what the ticket was saying.

"Uhm, a band I think was called Coffin, something" you say, as you scratch every braincell you got to remember the name of the band.

"Corroded Coffin!" you exclaim, and he nods, shaking his head. "Never heard of" he says, as he scratches his beard. "When will Becca be here?" he asks. "Around 2, we'll get ready together" you smile at him as he chuckles. "What?" you softly laugh at him, and he shrugs.

"Just like old times, huh?" he smiles, and you nod. "Just like old times" you grin at him, and he chuckles.

"Well, I'm hungry, and I need some coffee, you want more?" he asks as he points to your now empty cup.

"Oh, yes please!" you smile, as you hand him your cup.

You use almost all morning on the porch, sitting with your dad, talking about what he did last night, and you can see he's happy. Your heart melts watching how he speaks about Haley, and how much fun she is to be around. She brings out the best in him, and it warms your heart so much.

You turn your head when you hear Bella's car honking, and you grin from ear to ear. You jump up from your seat, and almost run her over when she parks her car and walks up to you.

"Hey bestiee!" she exclaimes as she laughs at you, holding you close. "Ready for tonight, huh?" she says as you pull away from the hug and smile at her.

"I've been ready all since the phonecall last night, babyy" you grin, and she laughs.

"Hi, Becca sweetie!" your dad calls from the porch, and Becca greets him back.

"Hi Mr. Y/L/N! It's good to see you!" she smiles, as she walks to the trunk of her car to get the bag with her clothes in.

"Can I borrow your shower? Been at work, and haven't had the opportunity to shower just yet" she groans as you chuckle.

"Of course, you know the way" you say as you motion for her to walk past you. You smack her ass a bit, as it was a thing you always did with eachother just because, and she squeals but scolds you with her finger before she grins.

After Becca had showered, you were sitting in your room, helping eachother do eachothers make up, talking about whatever was gonna happen that night.

"So, your dad gonna drive us, right?" you nod as you help her with eyeliner. She always liked how you did yours, and she wasn't that skilled, but you didn't mind, you loved helping her. So you did when she asked you.

"Mhm" you hummed, and she nodded. "Hey, don't move, or it'll be wonky!" you glare at her, and she gives you "I'm sorry"-smile. You huff, as you wipe away the line that got wonky, and tries again.

"Perfect" you say, as you put down the eyeliner, and admire the work you've done. She smiles at you, and jumps off the bed to look in the mirror on your wall. She admires the work, and hums. "Absolutely perfect" she turns towards you as she grins.

You walk over to the mirror to fix your own make up as she starts to put on her clothes for the night.

She flops down on your bed to reach for your cigarette pack, lighting one as she takes a drag and walks over to you. You open your mouth for her to put it between your lips. You take a drag as she pulls it out of your mouth again to take a drag herself.

"This is gonna be so damn cool!" she exclaims as she plops down on your bed, moving so she's looking directly at you where you bend over to get a closer look at your make up.

"Damn girl, that ass fat" she says as she wolf whistles at you.

You shake your head laughing as you walk over to your bed and kneels in front of her, and takes the cigarette she has in her hands.

"You're stupid" you laugh as you lay your head down on your bed, looking at her.

She lays her head down with you, and gives your nose a smooch, making you crinkle your nose.

"I love you" she smiles, and you give her a smile back. "I love you too"

"You ready girls?" your dad asks as he knocks on your door.

"Yeah, we'll be down in 3!" you say back to him, and you hear his footsteps walking down the stairs.

"Let's fucking goo!" Becca exclaims as she jumps up from your bed and runs down your stairs as you follow suit.

"You can stop at that gas station, and we'll walk the rest" you tell your dad as you almost arrive at the venue. You could see the venue from the gas station, and you needed to buy some more cigarettes anyway.

"You sure?" your dad asked as his car stopped in front of a pump, and you jumped out of the car. "Yes, absolutely" you said as you smiled at him. "If I need to get picked up, I'll call you from there" you say, as you point to a phonebooth, and he nods.

"Have fun darling!" he says, and drives off. You and Becca link arms as you walk into the gas station to buy a pack of cigarettes.

As you link arms against as you lean into eachother as you walk to the venue, you see a familiar van pull up to the venue. What was he doing here? You stopped dead in your tracks, and Becca got pulled back since you didn't follow suit with her anymore.

"What?" she asked you, and you motioned your eyes so she could look who was walking out of his van with a Corroded Coffin merch-tshirt.

"He's a fan, so what?" she asks, and you glare at her.

"It's Eddie" you say through gritted teeth, and she gapes. "NO SHIT?!" she exclaims as she takes another glance at him. "You told me he was handsome, but not that handsome!" she says as she pulls you towards her, as she pulls you with her, walking over to Eddie. "Becca, no!" you whisper to her, but she ignores you.

"Eddie!" Becca yells, getting his attention. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. Fuck.

Eddie turned, looking at Becca in confusion before he saw you getting dragged with her. His eyes opened up with a huge grin.

"Y/N! You're here?" he asks, and walks closer to you as he closes his side door on his van as he picks up a guitar-case with probably a guitar in it. You gulp. You didn't know you've missed him this much. Your entire body ached to jump into his arms, but your conciousness told you to do better. You straightened your back, and pulled Becca into your side again, smiling at him.

"Hi Eddie, yeah, we're here for a concert with Corroded Coffin" you point to his t shirt. "A fan?" you ask, trying to keep it light. He chuckles as he looks down at his shirt. "Yeah, something like that" he winks at you.

He turns to Becca and bows. "I'm Eddie, and you are?" he says as he stands upright again, grinning at Becca. Becca turns to give you a "he hella cute"-look, and you send her a glare back telling her you know.

"I am Becca, Y/N's bestfriend" she gives him her most charming smile. He nods at her, before he turns his attention to you again.

"See you inside?" he winks at you, and you swear you could combust right there and then. Fuck, he made you so weak in your knees. If it wasn't for Becca's support, you'd probably faint.

"Ye-yeah" you concur to say, your voice betraying you as you spoke. He chuckles as he bows to you both before he walks away into the venue.

You squeal as you watch him walk away as Becca turns her head towards you, completely in shock too.

"He is your soon-to-be step brother if your dad keeps it up, and he's that good looking? Oh boy, you're in for a ride!" she laughs at your expense. You glare at her. "Shut it" you swat at her arm as she laughs.

You lirk out your pack of cigarette needing one badly after that encounter. What were you thinking? That Eddie Munson, the most metal guy you've ever known, would not show up to a metal concert next town over AND be a fan of the headliner? Stupid. Of course he'd show up.

When you were inside the venue, it was filled almost to the brim with sweaty disgusting drunks who meant they owned the place apparently. You walked close to Becca, never letting her hand go as you snaked your way towards the bar-area and got yourself some drinks before you headed to the front of the stage where the band were gonna perform.

You looked around for Eddie, but couldn't see him.

Strange, he should've been here.

You jump out of your skin when you suddenly hear a few girls scream behind you, and you turn around to look what caused the screams.

There he was. His curly brown hair and his laugh was not something you'd forget that easy.

"Easy girls, it's enough of me for all" he laughs at them, and then his eyes locks with yours as he looks around the small venue.

He winks at you, and mouths "i'm only yours", and if it wasn't for Becca holding onto you, you would've passed out right there.

You turned so you were facing Becca again, and the smile she had on her face was enough to make you relax. She was pumped for this, and so were you.

The venue went dark, people were shanting, screaming and squealing all at once, and you could hear some shuffling from behind the stage as someone spoke up in a mic.

"And here they are! The guys you've all been waiting for! Corroded Coffin!" someone announced as a guitar riff started, and they walked on the stage together, taking their places on stage.

Your heart stopped when you saw Eddie with the same kind of guitar he had tattoed, as he winked at you, playing along on his guitar as he walked across the stage and stood right in front of you.

The concert was a complete blur, you remember bits and pieces of Becca eyeing you when Eddie held his gaze on you a bit to long, and that Eddie leaned down towards you, keeping his eyes on you as the lead singer sang a song about sex or something, you didn't really pay full attention to the lyrics as your eyes was held with Eddie's.

They had walked off the stage after their show, and you and Becca walked back to the bar to get some new drinks as you overheard some girls talking shit.

"How can the guitarist like a fat lump like her?" they tried to whisper, but to no use, and Becca got mad straight away, barking at them.

"Excuse you? Who you calling fat?" she asked, sass clear in her voice as she scolded the girls with her eyes. If only they knew who they were up against, nothing stopped Becca if she was determined to crush someone about your looks. It had happened before, and you knew Becca had your back whenever.

She walked closer to them, and pointed a finger at them as they looked at her with fright.

"You shut up, or else I'm gonna make you eat your own hand" she growled, and the girls nodded anxiously, before they ran out of the venue.

"You know you didn't have to do that, right?" you said as Becca sat down beside you again.

"Do what?" someone said behind you, hugging you from behind.

Hi, Eddie. You smiled, as your head leaned against his shoulder, enjoying being in his arms again.

"Just some girls fatshaming her" Becca said to Eddie, and Eddie scoffed.

"Well, screw them, you are beautiful, and you should know you are" he said as he kissed your neck, making you squeal.

"Gareth likes you, by the way" Eddie said as someone sat beside Becca again, and his head hung straight away.

"Eddie! Why?" he said, as Eddie laughed, making Becca turn her head towards the curly shy guy as he looked up at Becca and gave her an awkward smile.

"Hi, I'm Gareth" he said, and Becca chuckled.

"You're cute, I'm Becca" she said, greeting him as he seemed to relax.

"What you drinking, sweetie?"

"Vodka and coke" you said as he waved down the bartender and ordered you another drink, as he ordered a beer for himself.

You sat there talking together with Gareth and Becca before they disappeared, and Becca told you to not wait for her as she dragged Gareth after her out the door.

You laughed as you leaned against Eddie, who's hand was at the small of your back.

"I've missed you" he whispered into your ear, and you bit your lip.

"I missed you too" you said, looking up at him.

He leaned in to kiss you, and you didn't stop him. Your lips melting together as one, as he wrestled with your tongue for passage to your mouth. You would normally care that you were in public, but right now? You've been craving him so bad, you didn't really care at all.

You moved to stand between his legs, as he grabbed your ass, squeezing lightly as he smiled against your lips.

"Oh, how I've missed you" he said, smirking against your lips. You playfully swat his chest as he chuckles, enveloping you in another heatful kiss.

You just stand there, exploring eachothers bodies as you kiss, and suddenly it hits you as you pull away from him.

He looks at you in confusion, as you huff slightly.

"We're in public" you whispered, and he just chuckled, smiling at you.

"No one knows who we are here anyway, look around" he said as he leaned in to kiss your neck, but you pushed him away.

He looked at you, and cocked his head to the side in confusion.

"You wanna go out to my van instead?" he asked, and you nodded.

"Let's just finish our drinks, and we'll head out of here?"

You smiled, pecking his lips before you leaned into his chest, taking in the scent of him.

"I've missed you" you mumble against his chest as his arm reach up to stroke soft circles on the small of your back.

"I missed you too" he mumbles against your head before he places a soft kiss to it.

He lead you out of the bar, and back to where he had parked his van as you leaned into him the entire way, holding on to him as if he would disappear on you if you let go.

He opened the door for you, and you climbed in, laying down on the floor where he had some blankets laid out, and it seemed like he had been living there for some time, making you look around in confusion.

"Me and mom had an argument, I didn't wanna go home, so I've been living here lately" he said, making you look at him as he climbed in with you, closing the door and laying down just beside you, motioning for you to lay in the crook of his arm as you climbed closer to him, snuggling closer.

"That's why you haven't seen me around lately, she got angry at me for leaving you the day your dad asked me to look out for you" he said as you looked up at him.

"I wanted to tell her that we were together all night, but instead of letting her know, I threw a fit over her being a bitch about it, and left" he shrugged, and you sent him a "I'm sorry"-look as he huffed.

"But now we're together again, and I wouldn't have it any other way" he said as he kissed your forehead, making you smile.

"Your mom has been with my dad non stop since the first date, and it has driven me almost crazy that you never came in the door with her whenever she came to visit"

Fuck, what would you guys do if your dad and Haley actually became a couple?

"I have a strange question" you started, and he looked down at you, smiling.

"What if they become a couple?" you asked, and he tensed a bit before he relaxed again.

"Fuck, I haven't even thought about that" he started "But I don't think it would stop me from wanting to fuck you or taste you on my tongue any time I looked at you" he stated, which made you chuckle.

"It doesn't creep you out that we could be step siblings?" you said as you leaned onto your elbow, looking up at him. He shook his head no.

"Not really, we would never be related at all" he smirked, and you giggled. Guess that was true.

"It would be very difficult to keep my hands off you whenever we would be together with out parents, but I think it could work" he stated, and you could feel the lump in your stomach disappear.

He would still want you if it became more than just some dates with your parents, and that made you smile. You never thought in your wildest imagination that he would still want you. You knew deep down it was wrong, but even if it was wrong in some way, your entire body screamed yes. You wanted him, and he wanted you.

You sat up, looking at him, smiling as he leaned his head up on some pillow he had beside him so he could look at you better.

You surprised him with straddling his lap, enveloping him in a passionate kiss as your hands roamed his body.

"I've been craving you so bad" you said in between kissing him. His hips bucked up into you, and you could feel he wanted you just as bad as you smiled against his lips.

His hands roamed your body just the same, before one came up to your hair, pulling lightly while the other grabbed onto your butt, squeezing it as he moaned into your mouth.

"Fuck, I want you so bad" he said as you grinded against him, making him moan even more from the friction.

"I'm yours, Eddie" you moaned against his lips.

He didn't even hesitate to switch places with you, so you laid down on your back, with him hovering over you. Even if you were a big girl, he managed to manhandle you for being such a skinny boy compared to you. It always surprised you how he could flip you over like you were air.

He were looking at you, taking in your outfit before he grabbed a tit and squeezed.

"You have to use this outfit more often, you look stunning" he said before he kissed you hungrily, grinding his crotch into your heated core, making you gasp from the friction.

"Eddie, please" you whimpered, and he stopped sucking your neck, to look you in the eyes.

"Please, what princess?" he teased, and you whined, thrusting your clothed pussy against him. He tensed up a bit from the friction, before he chuckled.

"Alright, alright" he hummed against your skin as he worked his way down your body with kisses before he stopped right above your clothed pussy, kissing your pelvis before he lifted up your skirt and smiled, seeing the panties he told you he loved so much.

"Were you expecting me?" he asks, and you chuckle, knowing that you in fact expected him to be there today just because he was a metal head himself. Little did you know he was the guitarist for the band that played.

"Oh how I've missed this" he says before he inhales the scent of your aroused pussy as he shoves your panties to the side, and dives in.

You gasp from the contact, before your hands snake into his hair, pulling lightly. He hums against your pussy, licking up all your juices before he chuckles.

"You taste so damn sweet" he cooes as he inserts a finger slowly, making you squirm from the contact, hips bucking up into his mouth as he hums.

"That's it baby" he cooes as he pumps it in and out of you. The sounds from your wet pussy and his finger pumping in and out of you is intoxicating, making you even wetter by the second listening to the power he has over your body.

You could feel the warmth from your lower belly rise, but tried to push it away. You didn't wanna cum just yet, you wanted to savour this. It's been so long.

"If you wanna cum, you can, I can just do it again" he says, as you moan his name loudly. His words sending you over the edge as you pulsate around his finger.

He lets you ride out your high, before he chuckles and hovers over you again, pulling his finger out of you, and pushing it into your mouth to lick it clean.

"Missed me that much, huh?" he smirks, before he kisses you hungrily.

"You taste so much better off your own lips sweetheart" he cooes you, as he grinds his erection against you.

"Please" you whimper in between kisses, and he hums as he pulls down his pants, his boxers following, releasing his erection as it slaps on your thigh before he plays with your folds, making you whimper even more.

His lips crash on yours as he inserts himself into you, and you both moan in unison.

"So... fucking.. tight.." he moans, as he gets used to the feeling of being inside you. Your nails dig into his back, and he whinces a bit from the pain before he hungrily sucks onto your neck, marking it as he slowly starts moving.

You both breathe heavily as he moves a bit faster, but deeper in you, your nails scratching at his back as he whinces, sucking onto your neck.

"Fuck, I've missed you" he says as he leans up to kiss you hungrily. You can feel yourself getting close, and whimpers.

"If you keep talking like that, I'm gonna cum" you warn him, and he stops his movements before he looks at you, deep in your eyes, trying to catch his breath.

"Cum with me? I'm close too" he asks, and you nods, motioning for him to continue when you buck your hips up to meet his.

He understands the mission you sent him on, and pounds into you hard and fast, moaning your name as his hand goes down to cup your tit, squeezing your nipple hard.

"Fuck baby, I'm cumming!" you moan, as his thrusts gets sloppier, and you pulse around him as he finds his own release, emptying himself inside you before he flops down on top of you, his dick still inside as you both try to catch your breath.

You just lay there for a while, catching your breath as he softens inside you.

He suddenly chuckles, and looks at you.

"You know I can feel you clenching, right? If you want another round, just say so princess" he smirks at you, and you can feel your cheeks heat up.

"Aw, are you suddenly shy now?" he cooes, pecking your lips. "Just say the word, and I'll fuck your brains out, sweetie" he winks, and you nod.

"And that means?"

Oh fuck, he really want you to tell him with words.

"Please, fuck me" you say after clearing your throat.

And Eddie does just that. The most intense orgasm you've had in weeks, is his work. He is the only person who's been able to make you cum that hard. You never wanna go back to knowing how it was without him again. Never.

When the morning comes, you wake up in his arms, his hair a mess, and so are yours. Your makeup all smeared and fucked up after getting facefucked by him, and your hair a mess after several rounds with him. Who knew sex in a van would be so breathtakingly awesome?

You look up at his sleeping face, and you could almost swear that he was smiling in his sleep. His face naked and sweaty after the antics from last night. He looked absolutely stunning laying there, all fucked and happy.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer" he says as he opens his eyes and smiles down at you.

"Good morning, beautiful" he cooes against your lips, as you kiss him eagerly back.

"Good morning, handsome" you say against his lips, as his hand reaches up into your hair to drag you closer to him.

"Wanna get some breakfast?" he asks after some time, pulling away from the kiss, as you look over him, smiling for yourself when you see that kissing you made him excited.

"You sure you don't want me to take care of that first?" you say as you point down to his erection. He scoffs, and smiles.

"I mean, if you want too" he says as you lean down, sitting up on your knees as you start cupping him.

His hips buck up into your hand, and you stop touching him. He whimpers slightly.

"I'm in charge now, pretty boy" you wink at him, and he huffs before his head falls down on the pillow.

You cup him again, and he groans.

You smile as you start to stroke him softly, making him buck up into your hand, making you stop again.

You tsk at him, and he whimpers.

You look at him, and he lays his head down again.

"Okay, I'll be good" he says, and you almost jump out of your skin when someone knocks on the window.

"If there's someone inside, you have to move your car" the person on the outside says, as you both rush to gather your clothes, and you can't find your top as you look around, while Eddie is quick to jump in the front, no t shirt on or anything besides his boxers as he rolls down the window to talk to the person on the outside.

"Sorry officer, I'll move" he says, as the officer says something back as Eddie ignites the van, and drives off.

"Uhm, Eds, I can't find my clothes" you say, and he looks at you from his rearview mirror.

"Take one of my shirts, the Iron Maiden one is big enough to fit, I'm sure" he reassures you as you look around and find the shirt he's talking about.

He was right. The shirt fit enough to hang a bit loose on you, and you can only imagine how small Eddie would look wearing it.

"Is the skirt you wore last night okay?" he asks, and you nod, climbing in the front with him as he looks at you, almost driving off the road as your butt is in his face.

"Hey, watch the road mister! How much I'd love to die beside you, today is not the day" you say as you let out a loud huff as you sit down beside him, and he chuckles.

One of his hands land on your thigh as he smiles, rubbing small circles on your soft skin as he steals small glances at you without driving off the road.

"You'd die beside me?" he smiles, and you look up at him, reaching up to brush away some lipstick on his cheek.

"I would" you say, as his hand squeeze your thigh, smiling at you.

"I'll drive you home, hopefully your dad isn't home" he says as he turns onto the highway on the way back to Hawkins.

You lean into his arm as he drives off.

You could get used to this. You could get used to being beside Eddie during anything. He made you feel so safe, and wanted at that too. No one has ever made you feel like just a regular girl despite the size you were. He looked at you like a kid looks at a whole isle of free candy, and you could never get enough of it or him for that matter.

He drove off onto your street, and you could see your house from where you were. Fuck. Both your dad's car and Haley's car were in the driveway. Eddie slowed down a bit as he saw his mom and your dad come outside, standing there, looking like they judged him.

They couldn't see you beside him because of the angle, but Haley knew that it was her son driving there by the way she stood glaring at the car.

He stopped right beside the sidewalk up to your house, and your dad saw you as you opened the door.

"Sweetie!" he said, running up to you to check on you.

"Are you okay? What happened to your clothes?" he asked, and you chuckled, holding him at arms lenght.

"I'm fine dad, I crashed with Eddie after the show last night, and he borrowed me this so I could sleep in"

A little white lie never hurt, right? He didn't have to know the whole truth, right?

"Edward Munson! What do you think you're doing?!" his mom started yelling at him, and you could see Eddie got worried straight away. "Do you think you can just disappear and show up like nothing happened, young boy!?" she yelled, and you walked over to Eddie, mouthing sorry to your dad as he nodded for you to just continue.

"Mrs. Munson, I'm sorry that Eddie showed up like this, but he drove me home and kept me safe after last night since he was at the same concert as me" you smiled, and Haley looked at you and huffed. Glaring at her son.

"This is not over" she said to Eddie as she smiled towards you.

"Now come inside and get some breakfast, the both of you!" she said, motioning for you all to join her inside.

Excuse you? Who the fuck do you think you are?

Eddie's hand landed at the small of your back as your dad walked in with Haley.

He leaned down and whispered in your ear.

"Thank you baby" he said, kissing your neck before he dragged you with him inside for breakfast.

Oh boy, it would be difficult to keep your hands off him, that's for sure.

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