#YES THAT IS A TATTOO AN ACTUAL TATTOO SOMEONE GOT AND IT FILLS ME WITH FEAR

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

congratulations again on the followers. Can we please get the head cannons for Jason grace x daughter of Neptune reader. If your too busy or just don’t feel like it I understand. Love you❤️ and thank you

⋆⭒˚.⋆ jason grace x daughter of neptune! reader hcs

content: jason grace x daughter of neptune! reader hcs warning: loooooots of language my bad yall, the last few had been too clean for me author's note: YES thank you for reminding me bc i did in fact forget this was something i said i would do, LMAO anyways moving on these were good fun and on the masterlist im gonna count them as a continuation bc they are highly related so yeah, enjoy!!

okay okay WE BACK ON THE DAUGHTER OF NEPTUNE GRIND

sally adopts you instantly

her sweet salt water girl

your birthday is basically branded into the calendar along side percy's

then annabeth's is added

then jason's

then everyone elses, all of which are color coded

sally just be collecting demigod children like pokemon frfr

she doesn't care that your a daughter of neptune or whatever, doesn't even care to listen to it as she drags you into the kitchen and shoves blue cookies into your face

you and percy get matching tattoos (other than the camp jupiter ones)

below your ankles, percy got a little wave and you got a little seashell

you two lied and told everyone it was to keep you guys connected but in reality it was a lost bet to the stoll's

who were sworn to secrecy

christmases are always spent at the jackson-blofis household

at first it was just you and percy, then sally allowed jason and annabeth to come too

that then turned into a household filled with demigods, with two on the couch, four on air mattresses in the living room, and then you and percy shared a room

hazel and frank always took the couch, leo loved the air mattresses and always tried to see if he could send someone flying by jumping on it, piper always the victim as they shared. and annabeth and jason would start on the air mattresses, but always find their way to their significant other's room

it took jason three christmases to finally sneak into your room, while annabeth did it the very first second she could

look, he was scared of authority okay, leave him alone

also, doesn't help that you and percy shared a room

i just know percy was glaring up a storm

jk jk he actually likes jason, as much as a brother can like his little sister's boyfriend

he likes how soft jason is with you, gentle hands pushing your hair behind your ears and setting plates of food before you without being told

he can appreciate that jason is good for his sister, but he also loves to put on a show

"MOM! JASON GRABBED Y/N'S BUTT!!" he shouts out of nowhere, jason instantly turning the color of a traffic light and throwing his hands up like he's under arrest

"PERCY! HE DIDN'T, MOM, I SWEAR!" you're shouting back, shoving at percy with your hands

"I SAW IT WITH MY OWN EYES, YOU'RE NOT GONNA TRUST YOUR OWN SON, MOM??"

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU, YOU LYING PIECE OF GREEK-"

"BOTH OF YOU, KNOCK IT OFF!! look, you broke jason," sally cut in, gesturing to jason, who had still yet to move

percy looked all smug until you shoved his face down into his blue pancakes, which were naturally soaked in syrup

"you suck."

"and you swallow."

"STOP YOU'RE JUST GONNA MAKE JASON WORSE."

poor baby boy

as much as he loves you, refuses to touch you when percy or sally or really anyone is around

he's too proper and scared of pda

he's grown to be okay with holding your hand but even like brushing his hand against your waist and he's apologizing and blushing and pulling back

jason and percy both carry a lot of trauma from their amnesia and the only reason they talked about it with each other was because of you

jason talked to you about it by himself

and then percy talked about it to you by himself

and you were like...why don't they talk to each other about it???

so you locked them in the poseidon cabin and made them talk about it and it was actually super healing

"i just...everytime i forget something, it feels like im gonna forget it all, ya know?" percy murmured, pretending to superrrr interested in a spot on the floor

"if anyone knows, it's me. gods, i worry everyday that i'm gonna wake up and it's all just...going to be gone again. and what if this time, i don't get it back? i dont- i don't get her back. i got lucky, but luck always runs out," jason replied, eyes locked on the lake, which he could see through the window

"i think you'd always remember parts of her. i mean, i did with annabeth and didnt you remember y/n's eyes? i think the gods can only take away so much, i think they left behind residue because they couldn't get rid of all that. all those emotions, all those feelings, all those memories. it's a lot to erase completely," reasoned percy with a shrug before looking up at jason, his lips qurking

"you thinking what im thinking?" he offered and jason pulled his eyes from the lake with a frown.

"statistically speaking, probably not."

"wanna read y/n's diary??"

"what?! no, percy-"

"i've seen some pretty juicy stuff about you in there, grace."

"...just a peek won't hurt, right?"

they did, in fact, not just take a peek

read the whole thing

jason was super smiley coming up to you, proudly pressing a kiss to your cheek, which surprised you as you were aware of his pda issues

"looks who's all happy!! good chat with percy?" you asked with a giggle as he took your hand into his, pressing his lips to the back of your hand, drawing more giggles from you

"yeah, something like that. we just talked about, oh, i dunno, how my eyes remind him of the color of the summer sky when he was 12. oh, and how my skin just looks so nice covered in sweat and-"

"YOU READ MY DIARY, YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

"IT WAS PERCY'S IDEA!!" jason snitched instantly as he tugged his hand free and bolted away

"GREAT! I WAS LOOKING FOR A REASON TO KILL YOU BOTH!! GET BACK HERE, YOU ROMAN MOTHERFUCKER!"

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo #percy jackson #jason grace #jason grace x reader

[dontyouworrydaddy]

𝓎𝑜𝓊‘𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑒, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎 ℐ 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem! Reader

summary: Simon comes home from another exhausting mission and you decide to make him forget about his work and just let himself relax.

warning: smut (MDNI! 18+), thigh riding, oral (m! receiving), breeding kink

.･:*:･ﾟ’✫,’✫’ﾟ･:*:･˙

It's been a few months since you have seen Simon (and had sex with). And today is finally the day. This night Simon is gonna return home back to you. So you woke up extra early to clean the house and do a little shopping.

You just got done with cleaning the house and showering and right now you're cooking Simon a meal. And you couldn't help but feel a little too excited to see Simon. And yes of course he is your boyfriend and it would be a little confusing if you hadn't had missed him. But you missed the feeling of him filling you with his cum. You missed how gentle he was with you but also how he could be a little mean. For example not letting you finish and tease you before he lets you finish on his cock. You just miss your sweet and huge boyfriend.

You were too deep in your thoughts that you didn't hear the door open, revealing your handsome boyfriend.

"Hello my beautiful girl." you hear the so familiar voice call out from behind you. And you could swear you were about to tear up. You turn around let the spatula fall from your hand and straight up run into his arms. You don't care about the cooking anymore. You could order take outs if the food burns off. Right now, you just want to feel your boyfriends presence and his huge and inked tattooed arms around your body. "oh baby. I missed you so so much" Simon adds. And right after this sentence you feel yourself tearing up. Simon kisses the side of your head and tightens the grip around you. He inhales your scent and oh god... how much he missed you.

"Welcome home Baby" you finally say. Simon lets out a little chuckle and changes the position so that you're facing him. "Dinner is almost ready." you say and lead him to the table, serving a homemade dinner just for him. He didn't actually mentioned it but he was about to tear up a beat when you told him you made him dinner. I mean he hadn't had those since childhood. And he's definitely gonna show you how much he appreciates this gesture of you.

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After dinner and a little bit of catching up, you guys washed the dishes together and right now you're sitting in each others arms, watching a boring movie. The little devil you are, you get a random and devilish idea. I mean it's been so long since you both had someone touch you. And you bet Simon has missed the intimacy too.

Without thinking twice you get up from where you were lying and positioned yourself on one of his legs. Simon was a little confused and doesn't know what you're trying to do. But as soon as you put your hands under his shirt, feeling his hard and sexy abs, and start riding his leg, his confused face immediatly into a smirk. "So you also missed the sex, huh?" he asks a rhetorical question. The answer is obvious. You missed the Sex as much as you missed him. "You're no good for me, but baby I want you." you say as you lean down and start kissing him passionately.

Your motion starts speeding up and you feel his cock hardening. The kiss gets sloppy and right now you're cursing at whoever invented clothes. Because you can feel yourself getting wet through your panties.

Simon switches the position in a heartbeat and now you're caged between his arms. "Simon..." you mumble in between the sloppy kiss. His leg circling around your heating spot. "Yes love? What do you want?" he asks a question but the answer is more than obvious. You need him to fuck you. senselessly.

"Please Simon. I need you. I need you to fuck me and don't hold back." you say. In those months, you've had wild imaginations with Simon but your hand was never a help to you.

"Get on your knees first. You gotta earn in baby." he responds, his voice dark and filled with lust. And you don't waste any time. You free yourself and get on your knees. As you pull his joggers and boxers down, his already hard cock springs free. You look up at him and start working your mouth down his length. And seeing his mouth open slightly approves your work. You start sucking him off until he finishes in your mouth. And you shamelessly swallow every single drop of him while holding deep eye contact.

"Now that's a good girl. Let me fulfill all your nasty imaginations you saved in your little pretty and smart head of yours" and with that being said, he pulled you panties down and started adjusting you with his fingers first. But you are being impatient and let your hand fall on his back, leaving a little scratch. "Simon please...I can't anymore" you moan. Simon laughs at you being so desperate. "Patience baby."

After adjusting you with his large fingers, he starts slipping his cock into your tight cunt. "OH god..." you moan out. You will never get used to his cock being that's huge. And he is only halfway inside of your needs cunt. "how much I missed your tight pussy. God, those months without you were horror. I never want to go a day without your pussy around my cock, baby." he starts moving in and out of you. You feel a little tear leave you left eye due to the pleasure. The sound of the TV is quiet compared to the noises your body does when Simon's body hits yours. And he goes from gentle and slow to fast and mean. "Such a good girl for me. Taking me so good. Fuck, makes me wanna finish inside of you..." he groans as his hands hand move around your body and up to your tits. "Please do Simon. Fill me up." you say earning a small chuckle out of Simon. "I'm gonna cum" he says and you feel yourself on the edge too. "C'mon baby. Cum with me together." he says and you do as he told you. You both cum at the same time. As Simon pulls out of you, he uses his fingers to push the leaking juice back inside of you. "Tomorrow morning, you're gonna get your round 2 baby" Simon exhaustingly says as he picks you up and move to the bathroom, to clean you and himself.

Oh how much you missed these moments with him...

#call of duty #fanfic #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #simon ghost riley #call of duty fanfic #simon riley #cod #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x you #simon riley smut #simon ghost x reader #simon riley imagine #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost #simon riley x reader #cod mw2 ghost #modern warfare ghost #cod ghost #ghost call of duty #call of duty ghost #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #ghost x reader #simon riley 💘 #he‘s so boyfriend #help he is so hot #i need to hug him #i miss my man #why is he not real?

[ash-is-dying]

Temporary Tattoo

A/N: Felt compelled to write a quick blurb after drawing one of these on my own hand. Idk guys the delulu is really getting to me today. Anyway enjoy!

Shy!Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 782

Fluffy / Mildy Spicy Blurb

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“Just stay still Eddie!”

“But you’re taking forever!”

The pen runs over his knuckles as you outline the bones on his hand. You had spent the entirety of calculus at the back drawing on Eddie’s hand. He had breached the topic of getting a skeleton hand tattoo so you had made the generous offer to be his temporary tattoo artist.

His various rings had been scattered across the desk and the sleeve of his hellfire shirt had been rolled the full way up his arm exposing his actual tattoos alongside the detailed sketch on his left hand. You sat knee to knee with the boy as the arm you’re drawing with pins his arm to the table and the other holds his hand flat.

For someone who was covered in hidden tattoos you’re genuinely surprised by how much he moved while you were working and how whiney he was being about you taking too long.

“How long?”

“Eddie I haven’t even done your wrist yet. Chill your balls. We’ve still got half an hour anyway.”

He throws his head back and sighs deeply. His other hand starts to fidget, miming the chords for some metal song or another. His eyes close and he looks like a toddler who’s been denied chocolate from the shops. His head lolls to the side to look at you.

You’re completely oblivious to the look he gives you as he studies your concentrated face, biting your lip and your brows furrowed as you smoothed over the outlines you had drawn. Unbeknownst to you the real reason he was so all over the place wasn’t because the tattoo was taking too long.

It was because you were the one drawing it.

When you had started your gentle touches had left him flinching, moving towards your warm hands. Hence the need for physical restraint. Eddie’s cheeks flushed the moment you had wrestled his arm under yours, your closeness making his heart jump start. He could spend hours here just having you draw all over him. He’d let you fill every gap between his tats if it meant he could keep you like this.

The only reason he was now encouraging you to hurry was because he didn’t need the artist girl he’d been crushing on for months noticing the semi he was sporting. He had tried to slide further under the desk to make it less obvious but the hold you had on his arm was making things increasingly harder.

In both ways.

“I don’t think we need to do the wrist, just my hand is fine-” he said sharply.

“But didn’t you want a half-sleeve anyway? Thought you wanted me to try the whole tattoo.”

“As cool as that would be I kinda need my arm back sweetheart-” He says with an edge of panic in his voice.

“Okay okay, I’ll be done in ten.”

The next ten minutes were probably the longest ten minutes of his life.

For the fine detailing you had made the decision that you needed to get even closer. You had rotated his arm and had folded your leg over his, just adjacent to where he desperately needed you not to be. He watched anxiously as you shifted to finish off the tattoo. He genuinely tried to sink into his chair and disappear. If you had even a hint of what was happening under the desk he would be absolutely mortified.

“Why do you get so many tattoos Eds?”

Her sudden question pulls him out of his head. “Oh- um. I guess because they look cool? And they help me express a part of myself that I want to show people rather than tell them about.”

“Fair enough.” There’s a long pause. “Can I ask you something?”

Eddie’s brows raise in concern. “Yes?”

“Do you get this turned on for all your tattoo artists or just me?”

The silence is deafening as his eyes widen in shock and realization. He stutters as you move off of his lap unable to find the words. The bell goes and you begin to pack up your things not sparing him a glance until you put your hand on his shoulder and lean to whisper in his ear.

“If you ever need another tattoo done… call me okay.”

You give his cheek a quick peck as you turn away and walk out of the room with a flush on your face, leaving behind an extremely flustered and red faced Eddie. He looks down at his arm. It’s amazing of course. But what really catches his eye is the messily written phone number on the underside of his arm.

Maybe he will get another temporary tattoo.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x reader #eddie x you #stranger things #blurb

[dairyminki]

Inked By Fate - TWO

↬ pairing/s: park seonghwa x fem!reader, choi san x fem!reader ↬ genre: soulmate!au, racers!ateez, rivalry, angst, romance, fluff, pining ↬warning/s: lots of profanities, illegal racing ↬wc: 3.6k ↬a/n: early update (this is where the fun starts)! bcos i might be busy next week hehet. this wasn't proof-read so i'm sorry for the errors if there are. i would also love to hear your thoughts abt the story so far, thanxx!

*reblogs and feedbacks are much appreciated!

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Waking up to the smell of cooked eggs and bacons, you quickly sat up on your bed, brows furrowed.

Is your sense of smell fooling around with you?

Someone's definitely cooking in the kitchen. But who could it be?

Oh no.

What if it's an intruder - making itself at home knowing that you were dead asleep?

If the person sees my tattoos, will that be enough to scare them?

With that thought in mind, you went out of the comfort of your bed and slipped into your fuzzy slippers, praying that whoever was inside your apartment was someone your own size, who you can actually fight, or you'll be dead meat.

On your way, you took the baseball bat that was placed just in front of your room's door. But when you see who was moving inside the kitchen whilst humming to a song, you halt in your steps. It was a guy.

Should I hit him now? or should I wait when he turns around so I could hit him right in the face?

With your hand still raised together with the baseball bat in the air, the person turns around, nearly dropping the plate of newly cooked baconstrips when he flinches.

"Motherfucker, you scared me!"

"Yeosang?!" You exclaimed in disbelief. You stared him up and down. Oh, so that's why you didn't recognize his back like you always would, he's got his hair dyed again - this time it's light ash blonde.

"Yesss, it's me! Now, if you could just...lower that bat down...please?" Yeosang asks gently, not wanting to anger you further because of his sudden appearance inside your humble abode.

"Oh, right. Sorry." You smiled sheepishly. You put back the bat to its original place, then came back to the kitchen to join the latter for breakfast.

He didn't burn the kitchen this time. Wow, Jia must've rubbed off her cooking skills on him.

You wait for Yeosang to fill your plate with food, before you straighten up on your seat, arms-crossed.

"Now, why are you here dear brother?"

Yeosang looks up from his plate, raising his perfectly sculpted eyebrow at you. "What? I can't visit my own sister now?"

You scoffed at this. "Sure. But just so you know, this is so out of the blue, Kang Yeosang. If I remember clearly, I haven't seen your face for like what? Two years? So why now?" This time, it was your turn to raise an eyebrow at him, suspicious at his sudden actions.

Yeosang continues munching on his food first, before he places down his fork, sighing. "Okay, okay. You got me!"

With a triumphant smile, you leaned on the table, your elbow rested on top as you propped your chin on your palm.

"Jia told you, didn't she?" You muse, looking at him dead in the eye, which sooner turned into a staring battle between the two of you.

Of course, Yeosang lost.

"Ugh, she told me not to tell you this though. But you're a smart bitch so I guess it's not my fault." He shrugs, but you know yourself that your brother's going to have a scolding from his girlfriend later.

Yes, Jia is Yeosang's girlfriend. What a small world right?

"Well, thank you dipshit." You fire back, grinning, but he just rolled his eyes at you. And then he turns serious.

"Also, to answer your question, yes, Jia told me." He says, eyes now looking solemn. "But seriously? Eight tattoos in a week? What is your soulmate? A masochist?" Yeosang huffs, to which you just glared at.

"Yeo, my soulmate doesn't know." You said sharply. Wanting to prove a point to him.

"Sure, they don't. But that doesn't change the fact that you're always in pain because of that piece of shit."

"Yeo, tone down your language!" You hiss.

"Fine!" He exclaims.

Soon the table was filled with a tense silence, neither of you chose to look at each other, blood boiling because of different reasons.

You know that Yeosang is just protective of you, his only sister, his only family left. But it doesn't mean he can go around and curse your soulmate like that, your soulmate is still your other half.

"Alright, I'm sorry Y/N." Yeosang breaks the silence first. Your brother isn't really one who is fond of doing apologies first, given his high-walled ego. So you just nod.

"Look at me, though." Yeosang pleads, and without looking, you know he's already sporting that pouty face of his.

Imagining him looking silly, far from his usual cold and cocky facade, you break into a smile.

"Now, that's what I like." You heard him say and when you looked at him he was already smiling at you.

"Okay, so as I was saying, Jia told me about your sufferings, and it pains her to always see you like that, so..."

"So?" You repeat, raising one of your brows.

"She asked me to convince you to take a break from the flower shop first."

"Break? You know I can't do that, Yeo." You pout, just imagining how boring your life will be if you'll just spend the rest of the following days inside your apartment, probably just repeating the same routine. Wake up, eat, sleep, and repeat.

Working in the flower shop was the only thing that you looked forward to, and now you're asked to take a break?

Was it because you accidentally forgot to wear a shirt that was long enough to cover your tattoos? Did it scare a customer and they end up telling Jia about it?

Before you knew it, you were already overthinking, luckily though, Yeosang was quick to notice it and eventually snapped you out of it.

"Y/N, Jia has the purest intentions, believe me. You didn't do anything wrong, okay? We just want what's best for you." Yeosang reassures you, stroking your cheek gently. You leaned into his touch, nodding your head.

"Alright, I'll take a break..."

"Good. Then you better be ready tomorrow because I'm picking you up." He states, making you move away from him to look at him in the face.

"And where exactly are you taking me?"

"Weren't you curious about where I work? I'm bringing you there tomorrow." Yeosang smirks.

You don't know why, but you feel like this will be a bad idea, but at the same time, you were kind of excited?

"Yeosang?" You say, uneasiness slowly creeping into your system.

"Relax, it's nothing that illegal-well, who am I kidding? Of course it's illegal - anyway, I assure you it'll be fun!" He chuckles, relishing in the idea of finally bringing you to see his world.

But say what - did he just say illegal?!

"Kang Yeosang I swear-"

"Oh trust me, you'll love it dear sister."

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"You work at a club?" You turn to your brother who's behind the steering wheel of his red chevrolet camaro.

Yeosang merely shakes his head, then the car slows down, his side of the window rolls down, and the next thing you knew, he was talking to a buff guy, who seems like a bouncer to you.

You see the buff guy throw you a look before he tells you to reach out your hand.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Just reach out your hand, Y/N." Yeosang tells you, and you do oblige, because the guy outside the window is scaring the shit out of you already.

The guy straps a leather band on your wrist, and just like that, he was out of your sight, and the camaro was rolling back on its wheels.

Although confused, your mouth opens in awe when you realize you weren't headed for the luxurious club. Instead, a passageway opens just at the side and Yeosang has led the car through it.

So now you're like inside of a tunnel, a tunnel that felt endless as Yeosang drove. But then you see it.

The lights.

And then you hear noises.

And that's when you see the big silver ass of a sign.

KQ-STRIP

"Y-Yeosang?" You mutter, your eyes never leaving the sign.

"Hmm?"

"Where are we?"

You hear your brother chuckle before you look at him, only to see him wearing that devious of a smirk on his face.

"Welcome to the world of underground racing, sister."

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When Yeosang said his job is illegal, you totally didn't expect to find yourself standing inside the walls of an underground racing facility.

Seriously? Illegal speed racing?? This is what he does for a living? Can you even consider it as a job, when it's more of like a dangerous hobby?

Still, you know your brother gets paid tons for this shit, seeing how the place looks so unrealistically expensive, so you're just gonna shut your mouth like the good sister you are.

"Does Jia know?" Is the first thing you asked him when the two of you walked further into the venue where you could already see the racing track and the expensive looking cars all scattered around.

"Of course she does. You know that I could never lie to that woman."

"You've got a point there." You say and then you let your eyes wander around.

The place was filled with people, either walking inside the area, or up in the bleachers. Some were even holding huge placards with what you presume were the racers' names. The place was humongous, lots of varying lights brightened up the race track.

Are you perhaps...dreaming?

Because there's no way something like this exists? And you only knew of it like, now??

Where on earth was Yeosang wandering that made him able to discover this place?

"If you've got questions, go ask now." Yeosang tells you.

You have lots of questions in mind, but you don't know what or how to start. This information for just one night is too overwhelming, it almost made you speechless.

"Have the authorities found out about this place? Or like, did you get arrested once?"

You admit this place might be considered close to utopia for some, but you can't also deny the fact that this, whatever this shit your brother is doing is illegal. Not to mention, the potential harm it can cause to everyone involved with it. To think he managed to bring you here...in his world...should you be scared?

Yeosang did say he wanted you to take a break and that he wanted what's best for you. So is this the solution to that? When this whole thing is close to giving you anxiety? That any minute now, a police might barge into the place and then-

"Kang Y/N!" Yeosang spoke with so much power in his voice that it was enough to bring you back to reality.

"You're doing it again, you're overthinking." He says, gently this time.

Yeosang moves closer, gripping his hands on both sides of your shoulders, looking you in the eye. "I promise you, you need not worry. I wouldn't bring my precious sister here if I knew it wasn't safe enough for her."

"Endangering you is the last thing I would ever do." Yeosang tells you, and it was enough of a reassurance.

Right, when has Yeosang ever broken your trust? Never. Though the two of you fight like cats and dogs every single damn time. But yes, you trust him.

"Plus, not to brag, but our higher officials have never ever slipped even once. The reason why KQ-STRIP has been underground for almost a decade." At that he's back to his cocky self, and you had every urge to roll your eyes at him, but you don't.

At a distance, you hear screeching tire noises, and then three cars; green, blue, and orange come into view, pulling up beside your brother's red camaro.

"Ah, speaking of them devils. They're here." Yeosang clasps his hands. You turn to him, puzzled, but he just loops his arm with yours and drags you with him to the three newly arrived vibrant looking cars.

At that moment, the three drivers went out, and you had to suck in a breath. The first one was tall with black hair, he had soft facial features but he screamed manly, nonetheless.

Meanwhile, the owner of the green car had light brown hair, slicked back, and had dark glasses on. Just like the first, he was tall.

Lastly, the owner of the blue car steps out, and unlike the two towers, he was smaller, even a tad smaller than your brother.

Despite his height though, he displayed the same cockiness as Yeosang and had platinum blonde hair, with some fringes dropping to his forehead.

They were gorgeous alright.

As if Yeosang knew what you were thinking, he nudged you ever so lightly.

"They're my friends, and no you're not hitting on any of them."

"I wasn't planning to." You grit your teeth. They're gorgeous, yes, you give them that. But you're loyal to your soulmate alright?

"Well, well, who do we have here?" The short one says, examining you up and down.

Tonight you wore a black leather jacket just like your brother and the rest of these guys. Yeosang told you it's a part of the dress code.

"Hongjoong hyung, this is my sister, Kang Y/N."

"Sister you say? She's pretty!" The one with the black hair exclaims, then he sends you a warm smile, enough to make your insides all fluttery.

"And hot!" The one with the glasses adds, whistling. Of course, you had to look away to hide the blush on your cheeks. "Well, thank you." You say quietly.

"Mingi, I didn't bring her here for you to hit on." Yeosang glares at the taller man.

"Alright, alright. Geez, I was just merely giving her a compliment." Mingi defends himself, and when he catches you looking at him, he sends you a wink.

And now, the other tall male was hitting him, telling him to tone down his flirty antics.

Then you hear someone cough.

"I'm sorry about them, they can be pretty handful sometimes. Anyway, I'm Kim Hongjoong." The blonde introduces himself, and offers his gloved hand in front of you.

You were about to accept his hand when another hand came into sight, pushing the former away.

"And I'm Yunho, Jeong Yunho!" He says, catching you off guard.

"It's nice to meet you, Yunho." You say, chuckling, as you shook his hand.

"The disrespect." Hongjoong mutters at the side, but then he turns to your brother.

"Why bring her this time, Sang?" He questions.

"Dunno. Just thought this would be a perfect place for her to have her break and distract her for the time being. Plus, she would be able to see her handsome brother at work." Yeosang says, winking at you.

"Ooh, ooh! Does that mean you'll bring her the following nights too?" Mingi chirps in, looking expectantly at your brother.

"Well, I guess? If she ends up liking it here. Then why not?" Yeosang shrugs.

Then as if something in you shifted, your focus wasn't on their conversation anymore, your system feeling like it's burning with anticipation and excitement...?

Because just at that moment, three other cars entered the scene, all black in color.

And when the first car door opens, revealing a tall man, clad in all black from head to toe, your breath hitches and you can't find it in you to look away. Even when his eyes met yours for a brief second and then turned his back.

You tug your brother's sleeve, whispering, "Yeosang...who is that?"

"Oh. That's...that's Park Seonghwa. And he's someone you shouldn't go near to Y/N."

・・・・・★

"Why?"

"Because he's the King, the King of the tracks. And he shouldn't be messed with." Yeosang supplies, and then Yunho suddenly appears behind you two, saying, "But you can mess with his two friends, they're nice and funny! On a second thought- no, they could break your heart if you get too attached with them."

"Also Inferno is our rival, therefore they're not a friend, but a foe." It was Hongjoong who spoke this time.

Inferno?

"What do you mean by Infer-" Before you could even finish your sentence, Yeosang cuts you off, grabbing a hold of your wrist. "That's enough info for the night, so why don't we just go and-"

"Elysium, my friends!" A voice cuts through the air, halting you and your brother in your tracks.

"Piece of shit." Yeosang grumbles under his breath, and the two of you turn around only to see three males clad in black approaching you and Yeosang's friend group.

The way they carried themselves screams confidence with a slight arrogance in their steps.

The guy in the middle was smiling and the other on his left was smirking, his gaze falling on your figure, while the one on the right- the tall man you saw earlier- Park Seonghwa - was wearing a blank face, stray strands of his midnight black hair fell on the other side of his face.

Then your wrist begins to itch. When you look at it, it's exactly on your soulmate mark.

"Oh, and who is this?" The same high-pitched voice speaks, and you look up to see the three of them looking at you while Yeosang was glaring at them, his hand still gripping your other wrist tightly.

"None of your damn business." Yeosang says through gritted teeth, making the latter laugh.

"You're so funny Kang. I haven't even done anything, yet." He says much to his amusement on seeing your brother steaming in anger.

"What's your business, Inferno?" Hongjoong speaks up this time, his voice calm and collected, as well as his face, so unlike your brother who's close to bursting.

You know Yeosang is protective, but not this protective. Then that just means that Inferno guys are really bad, bad.

"What's her name? Is she Yeosang's sister?" The same guy speaks, shamelessly checking you up and down. He's really talking like you're not here, huh? How rude. You're starting to not like him already.

So you speak up.

"That's right, I am. Got any problem with that?" You raise an eyebrow at him as you step forward, crossing your arms.

"Ooh, feisty." You hear Mingi say from the side, but Yunho was quick to shush him.

The guy in front of you laughs, and that's when you notice that his hair's colored half black and then blonde underneath at the back. What a bold choice of color, and it seems like his personality is too.

"You're just like your brother. But oh gosh, where are my manners? My name is Jung Wooyoung, and you are?" Wooyoung offers his hand in front of you, like a gentleman.

"I'm Kang Y/N."

"It's nice to meet you Y/N-ie." He says, catching you off guard. So you're on a nickname basis now? This guy is surely something.

Then he turns to the others behind him and introduces them.

"This guy here is-"

"I'm Choi San." The guy with the black hair and striking green streaks steps forward and kisses the back of your hand.

You hear Yeosang gasp. "Oh you did not jus-" Hongjoong and the others calmed him down, holding him in place, while Choi San merely smirks. Then he goes back to his place.

Wooyoung laughs again, then turns to the almost stone-cold like person on his other side.

His face was void of any emotions.

And you don't like it.

"This is our Seonghwa-hyung." Wooyoung introduces him. The said male just looks at you for a brief second, nodding his head in acknowledgement and says nothing.

While the others showed interest in you, he didn't. And it sparked up an unknown flame inside of you.

You're suddenly irritated.

So you turn your back and walk away.

"Hey, wait up!" Yeosang says, trying to catch up with you.

His friends followed suit. Mingi, questioning you first. "Why'd you walk away, angel?"

You don't answer him though. Instead, you ask, "When's the race starting Yeo? I'm about to get bored just walking around here." And talking to some jerk, who doesn't give a fuck about your existence.

Why are you so pressed anyway? Why are you so worked up over Seonghwa not giving you even the slightest interest?

Also what a perfect timing for your wrist to itch - the cherry on top, to your flaming annoyance.

"How about you three, including Mingi, go find seats, while me and Yunho go get ready for tonight's match?" Hongjoong proposes. And so the five of you separate.

・・・・・★

The race was already starting, one of the competitors being; Hongjoong and Yunho from Elysium; which you just found out to be the name of Yeosang's gang, and Wooyoung and Seonghwa from Inferno.

You like cars, you're okay with watching races, but tonight, you just can't help but keep sending glares on the innocent race track, plus your wrist was still itching for who knows what reason.

So you decided to excuse yourself and told Yeosang that you'll go to the comfort room, and thank god you were good with directions cause you immediately found it.

After doing your business and washing your hands, you head out, only to squeak when you find a familiar male leaning by the doorway.

"San?" You say, unsure, because he had his head hung low. But when he looks up, it indeed is him.

"Oh, I see, you're finished." Unlike his smirk earlier, he's sporting a dimpled smile.

"Yes…? But what are you doing here?" You ask, looking at him and then at the sign on top of you that clearly says 'female'.

"Waiting for you of course. What else?"

Okay? He's very straightforward.

"But why?"

He removes himself from the wall and faces you, both of his hands placed inside of his pockets.

He leans in up to a point where it was almost uncomfortable, but surprisingly it wasn't uncomfortable for you in the slightest. In fact you even close your eyes.

Then he speaks, his breath hovering over your lips, his fingers brushing away some of the fringes from your face.

"If I asked you to go on a late night drive with me, would you go?"

You opened your eyes and found yourself staring back in his dark brown eyes, so deep that it made you weak.

And when your knees gave up on you, San was quick to hold you by the waist and steady you.

After a few seconds, you mutter in a soft voice, "Yes, I'd go with you."

・・・・・★

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[steveshairychest]

After the stuff with vecna and after Eddie has healed from his wounds, he decides to leave Hawkins. Everyone there already wants him dead and blames him for everything so he sees it as the only way out. He packs his stuff in the night and leaves without saying good bye, he hates good byes and he knows they would try and convince him to stay. The only person he left a letter was Wayne.

Fast forward nearly 5 years. Eddie owns a tattoo shop, he has a cozy apartment and two cats he would give the entire world.

On one of his slower days, the bell on the front door of the shop dings, letting him know someone's just walked in. "One second!" He calls from the back room. He takes one final drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out in the cat shaped ash tray. "Sorry. What can i do for you...today." Eddie stops at the front counter, he can't tell if what he's seeing is real or if he accidentally smoked a joint out the back that's making him hallucinate Steve fucking Harrington standing in his shop.

Steve looked just as shocked as he did. His mouth was open in a tiny 'o' and he was staring at Eddie like he also couldn't believe he was real. "Eddie?" Steve came around the counter and stood right in front of Eddie. He was wearing glasses, he doesn't remember Steve needing glasses, and he had let his moustache grow out. He looked good. "Do you remember me? Steve Harrington?"

Eddie rolled his eyes and smiled. "Yes, you're hard to forget, Steve." He tugged a piece of his hair in front of his face, he felt so small under Steve's gaze. Was he angry at him for leaving? Did they all hate him? "What are you doing here?"

Steve sighed and ran a hand through his hair, still as glorious as ever. "Is it not obvious?" He chuckled and gestured to Eddie's flash sheets on the wall. "I came to get a tattoo for my birthday, Robin convinced me. She's trying to find a place to park."

Eddie nodded and leaned over the desk to grab one of his information sheets for Steve to fill out. "Well, fill this out for me, Harrington. Whatever you want is on the house." Steve started to protest but Eddie just shoved the sheet and a pen at him. "Consider it a birthday present and... an apology." He gave him a weak smile, Steve's eyes dropping to look at his snake bites.

"Cool piercings." He leaned a little closer to look at the rest of them. He had snakebites, a septum piercing, his bridge and an eyebrow piercing. "Did you do them yourself?" Eddie nodded, a little out of breath by how close Steve was. "You look great, Eddie. Have things been good for you?" He walked around the other side of the counter, finally giving Eddie space to breathe, and leaned on it as he filled out the form.

Was he really asking him small talk questions? Was he not going to ask Eddie why he left? Why he didn't say good bye?

"I've been good. The shops doing great and everyone around here is really nice, I guess." He fiddled with the hem of his shirt, he felt like he was standing at the edge of a cliff, just waiting for the ground to break underneath him. Waiting for Steve to drop the nice act and yell at him. "How are things for you?"

Steve shrugged and gave Eddie a smile. "Much better now." Eddie scoffed, a smile of his own tugging at his lips. "Robin and I actually just got a place here. We had to make sure it only had two rooms otherwise Dustin would have weasled his way into moving in with us." Just the mention of Dustin's name made Eddie's heart squeeze. He hated himself for never saying good bye to him. "He missed you a lot, by the way."

There it is. The ground shifted and Eddie felt himself tumble down the side of the cliff.

Eddie didn't say anything, just stared at his shoes, biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from crying. "I'm sorry I didn't say good bye." He tilted his head back and blinked the tears out of his eyes, he spent too long on his eye-liner this morning to cry it off over something that happened years ago. "But I couldn't stay in Hawkins. I had to get out. I don't regret leaving but I do regret not saying good bye to any of you."

Steve was staring at him now, he put his pen down and came back around to Eddie's side of the counter. He stood so close to Eddie he could smell the cigarette he must have smoked before coming in. "You have nothing to be sorry for, Eddie. No one was mad at you, a little upset but we understood why you did it." He hesitated for a moment, his hands reaching for Eddie but stopping half way. "We missed you." He paused. "I missed you. I still have your vest, I can give it back, if you'll let me see you again after this?"

Eddie couldn't stop the tears now. He'd been ignoring how much he missed his friends for years. Ignoring the little voice at the back of his head that would tell him to go back. But having Steve here basically asking if he wanted to be friends again was enough to break him.

"Fuck you, Harrington. Making me cry at work." Steve didn't hesitate this time, he stepped closer and pulled Eddie into his arms, his warmth and smell were still the same. Still so comforting and so unbelievably Steve, it was overwhelming. "I missed you too." He mumbled into Steve's chest.

They stood like that for God knows how long, until the bell on top of the door rang loudly through the shop and caused them to jump apart. "Jesus Christ, I couldn't find a parking- Eddie?!" Robin was standing in the door way now, her shocked face mirroring Steve's when he walked in.

"Miss me?" Eddie said weakly, he knows he looks awful right now. His eyes a little puffy from crying and his eye-liner smudged on his face and the front of Steve's shirt.

Robin smiled and scooped him up in a hug so tight he felt like he was going to burst. "You better give us free tattoos, Munson."

#THIS GOT A LITTLE OUT OF HAND SORRY #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steveddie #long post

[hanasnx]

Ask and ye shall receive, so my take on this is that this is like 19-21 year old Anakin— possessive, jealous, emotional, horny horny horny, break the Jedi code to get my dick wet, falls in love hard, fast, and deeply—Skywalker, who went and caught feelings for his fwb. They were always firmly in agreement that it was "just sex," but it's never just sex with Anakin, he feels too much, so now that she's broken things off to get into a real relationship, he has to channel his all of his feelings into sex. It's not love, he just needs to fuck her one more time right? It's not jealously, he just thinks it's funny that he was fucking her on the side while she was dating this other guy. It's not possesiveness, he just knows he fucks her better than anyone else, even the man she fell in love with. One more time, just one more time, he'll make it so good, he'll channel every morsel of heartache into it, because if he can't have her he might as well make sure she can't forget him.

here's the version with subtle phone effects on the voice

https://soundgasm.net/u/AugustInTheWinter/M4F-Your-Ex-FWB-Leaves-You-a-Jealous-Voicemail

And here's the version without

https://soundgasm.net/u/AugustInTheWinter/M4F-Your-Ex-FWB-Leaves-You-a-Jealous-Voicemail-No-Phone-FX

Also disclaimer he doesn't sound exactly like Anakin, and the audio itself doesn't take place in the SW universe, but I get the feeling we're the same level of delusional and can fill in the gaps mentally. Anyway I hope you enjoy it, I'd love to hear your thoughts 💖

-👑

link 1

link 2

spoilers to the audio under the cut cos omfg these lines got me lookin like :o

☥ “… do you remember what happened next? .. i bet you do.”

☥ “does he know?” talking about fucking you after your dates with your now bf when you were unexclusive at the time that is my CRACK

☥ “fuck one more out of your system. you guy’s just started dating, it’s not even cheating. yea, baby, cmere,”

☥ “wonder if he thought about you during the week. overanalyzing every interaction. ‘oh, am i texting too much?’. maybe you weren’t texting back bcos you were begging for my cum.”

☥ WHEN HE SAID COCKSLAVE WOOOOOOOOOO

☥ “i cant believe i’m never gonna have that pussy again.” sounded so much like anakin’s voice i

☥ “but if you guys break up. you know where to find me.”

👑, i casually ate 5 pieces of pizza listening to this bcos ur right hot damn he does sound like anakin and i couldn’t pay attention to anything else. i was seeing the whole damn thing. usually i’m not into these, but i think bcos it was a “voicemail” and there was no awkward waiting parts where he was expecting u, the listener, to answer— i enjoyed it thoroughly. you know what i mean about those awkward silent parts?

your take?? golden much like your crown, bcos my usual premise for his one shots is that you’re his fwb, and it’s easier this way to keep things separate. but yes, those underlying confusing feelings he pushes away are always ones of “it’s just sex. i don’t love her. that’s crazy.” or “i’m not jealous i’m just aggravated i can’t be jealous when she’s not really mine…”

yet here he is. fisting his cock to the memory of you. the suns gone down where he’s staying, and no doubt you’re asleep. but he had to try to call you anyway, some time when you wouldn’t be around your new boyfriend. it’s just his voice that sends through, too dark to record a hologram for you. talking that filthy shit to you in hopes you’ll remember all the good you two had. come back for more.

i love what u had to say so much i want it tattooed on my forehead bcos it’s so frustratingly anakin to twist his own words and confuse himself in order to avoid the truth. also to fuck someone and then go ahead and fall the hell in love??? so on brand.

“yea i can keep my feelings separate….

no, actually i lied about that entirely. here are my feelings, they’re your problem now.”

specially bcos i imagine in this fwb relationship you took his virginity—

this was all over the place but i fuckig loveeeee the jealous ex fwb knowing he has no business talking to you like this when you’ve got a bf, but trying it anyway. bcos the chance of filling you up one last time is greater than the possibility of you refusing to talk to him because both you and him know the silent treatment won’t last.

literally ur invited into my inbox anytime love. i love ur mind

edit: i should say i do not condone cheating i just have an infidelity fantasy

#👑 anon #thanks for the msg!! #indy shoots the shit #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker audio #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker smut #anakin #star wars #hayden christensen #the clone wars #tcw #sw #x y/n #x f!reader #x fem!reader #x female!reader #infidelity kink #fwb #anakin skywalker imagine #donnie

[hairstevington]

flowers and ink (part 7)

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Eddie and Steve go out again, this time to Lover's Lake. They learn more about each other's pasts, but mainly just want to make out.

(part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, link to Ao3)

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Tattoo artist/florist trope modern day au, you all know the drill by now, the boys are FERAL for each other in this chapter omg, lots of talk about sex, surprisingly no spicy content other than flirting tho

A/N: Hello everyone! I met Joe Quinn yesterday and I will be annoying about it for quite some time, sorry about that. As a reward, here is more of our favorite boys! I love hearing how much people enjoy this story. It's so fluffy and cute and what we all need in these trying times <3 Happy pride!!

“Okay, you ready?” Robin asked. 

Steve nodded, confident in his plan for the night. 

“Yeah,” he said. “I’ll let you know how it goes.”

“Well, duh,” she replied. “Do you have gas in the car?”

“Uhhh, yeah,” he said, remembering that he’d filled it the day before.

“Phone charged?”

“Yes.”

“Snacks?”

“Yes, and beer in the cooler,” Steve confirmed. 

“Very nice. Sunscreen?”

“It’s 6:30pm,” he pointed out.

“Oh, right,” she responded. “Condoms?”

“I don’t think we’re gonna -” Steve began. Robin eyed him knowingly. “Yeah, okay. Just in case.” He walked to his bedroom as they continued talking.

“It’s the third date after all,” she reminded him. 

“Does yesterday count?” he asked, shuffling through his dresser drawer.

“I think so,” she replied. “Oh my god, this is your first date with Eddie that I won’t be present for!” Steve returned moments later, shoving the foil packets into the inside of his jacket.

“So you’re not going to hide in the bushes and spy on us?” he teased.

“Not unless you want me to,” she said with a smirk. “But no, I don’t need to see whatever the hell you two are going to do tonight.”

“You’re acting like we’re animals with no self control,” Steve pointed out. 

“You usually have sex on the first date, Steve,” she replied. “This is absurdly slow for you.”

“Don’t slut shame me.”

“I think I’m actually doing the opposite.”

“Whatever. I’m going.” 

Steve grabbed the cooler and headed out the door.

“Good luck!” Robin shouted behind him. He smiled, shaking his head. 

-

Eddie was excited. He really liked Steve, and things were going well. He also was a big fan of surprises, especially when people managed to actually surprise him. He tended to get too nosy and figure things out beforehand. Or, he just bugged the shit out of people until they told him. 

He didn’t do that this time. He waited patiently, and he got ready, and he wondered where Steve was taking him. 

It was the longest goddamn day of his entire life, but 7pm rolled around eventually. When he saw Steve’s car pull up, he rushed outside to hop into the passenger’s seat. 

“Hey!” Steve greeted excitedly. “So, I -”

Eddie’s lips were on his immediately. He couldn’t help it. That boy had some amazing lips. He hadn’t been kidding the other night about needing to kiss him more - he just couldn’t wait a single second longer. Steve melted into it instantly, his hands abandoning the steering wheel to hold Eddie’s face instead. They would have made out forever had they not been at a weird angle due to sitting in a car. 

Finally, Steve broke away, chuckling lightly. 

“What?” Eddie asked. 

“Something Robin said to me earlier,” Steve replied. Eddie raised his eyebrows quizzically.

“Do you think about Robin a lot when you make out with someone?” Steve blushed and shook his head. 

“Nooo, no no no,” he said. “She was teasing me about how this is the third date and you and I are going to be all over each other.”

“Yeah, well that’s just a fact,” Eddie replied, leaning back in his seat. “I told you as much already.”

“True.”

“Does yesterday count as a date?”

“That’s what I asked!” Steve pointed out. “She says yes.”

“Okay, well if Robin says…” Eddie joked. “So, do I get to know where we’re going yet?”

“No, but it’s not far from here, so you’ll know soon enough.” Steve squeezed Eddie’s thigh and then put the car back in drive so they could head out.

Eddie listened to music softly playing as they drove around. He watched the trees and shops pass by him, content. They talked a little about music and the one-woman show from the night before. Eddie waited for Steve to ask him about what happened with Chrissy, but he didn’t. 

Steve wasn’t kidding. He halted the car to a stop about five minutes later. 

“Uhh,” Eddie said, looking around them. They were pulled over to the side of the road, with no restaurants or stores in sight. Just a line of trees leading into the woods. “Where are we?”

“We’re right by the neighborhood I grew up in,” Steve explained. 

“Steve, did you grow up as a tree elf?” Eddie teased, unbuckling his seatbelt. Steve laughed. 

“You caught me, yeah,” he joked, smirking. 

“So,” Eddie continued. “You’re taking me…into the woods?”

“Yeah.” Steve got out of the car, so Eddie followed suit. 

“Are you, like, gonna kill me in there or something?” 

“No, I’m not going to kill you,” Steve responded. “Look, does this make it better?” He popped the trunk to reveal a cooler filled with beer and snacks. 

“Uh, yeah,” Eddie agreed. “Definitely makes it better. Now at least I won’t die hungry.” Steve laughed, then pulled Eddie in to give him a peck on the lips.

“Okay, I get it, taking you on a date in the middle of the woods as a surprise isn’t the romantic gesture I’d hoped it would be,” Steve said. Eddie smiled, grateful that Steve wasn’t annoyed at his constant need to tease people incessantly about things like this. 

“It’s fine, I’m pretty sure I could take you in a fight if need be." Steve rolled his eyes. "Sorry for all the murder talk, I’m nervous,” Eddie admitted. Steve’s face fell slightly.

“Why?”

“Because you make me nervous,” he explained. “Like, in a good way, not in the way that I actually think you’re gonna murder me.”

“I make you nervous?” Steve asked, surprised.

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded. “You’re terrifying.” He grinned, causing Steve to blush and get flustered. After a moment, he collected himself and returned to the task at hand.

“Come on, it’s just through the trees.” Eddie watched Steve pick up the cooler, his biceps flexing in the setting sun. Steve caught him staring and smirked. “Keep it in your pants, Munson.” Eddie pouted.

“Aw, do I have to?” Steve laughed, shaking his head, and then held his unoccupied arm out to take Eddie by the hand into the woods.

“So,” Steve said as they walked. “I was on the swim team in high school. Actually, I was on most of the sports teams.” Eddie looked Steve up and down and nodded. 

“Yeah, that makes sense.” Steve blushed again, then continued. 

“Anyway, I was trying to think about ways I could show off my special skills like you did for me, and I remembered this spot up here that I used to go to all the time back then.”

Eddie considered making another comment about what other special skills Steve had, but he bit his tongue. He’d made his attraction more than clear and they were only seven minutes into the date.

They made it past the trees until they got to a shore of sorts. The woods faded into dirt that had been walked over so many times it was packed down smooth. From there led to a lake. Eddie looked out at the pretty water while Steve set up a blanket on the ground. He sat down and gestured for Eddie to join him.

“This,” he said, pointing to the water, “is Lover’s Lake. Well, that’s what everyone calls it. I think it has an actual name.”

“Why ‘Lover’s Lake?’” Eddie asked, knowingly.

“Because it’s kind of shaped like a heart, when you look at it on a map,” Steve explained. “Although, when I was growing up, I always thought it was because people came here to hook up.”

“Did you?” Steve chuckled, shaking his head. 

“No, I usually went about a half mile that way for that,” he replied. “At Skull Rock.”

“Called that because it kind of looks like a skull?” Steve nodded, taking two beers from the cooler and handing one to Eddie. “Ah, okay. I’m catching on. Your hometown really has a way with words.”

“Yeah,” Steve replied. “Where’d you grow up?”

Eddie didn’t like this question, mostly because he didn’t like to think of his old life that much. He cracked his can open and took a sip.

“Uhh, Indianapolis mostly,” he answered. “I moved here a few years ago to be closer to my uncle. He’s the reason I met Bob, actually. I’m not used to small-town living but I like it here well enough.”

“Well, Hawkins is glad to have you,” Steve said, raising his own opened can. They clinked their beers together and continued drinking in silence for a minute or two. 

“It’s a nice night,” Eddie said. 

“Yeah.”

“I kinda wanna see the infamous Skull Rock myself,” he noted. “You know, to confirm whether or not it lives up to its name.” Steve chuckled. 

“You want to see the place where I used to take girls to make out?” he asked. 

“Sure,” Eddie replied. “I’d love to learn more of the Steve Harrington lore. You only ever brought girls there?”

“I was a bit of a late bloomer with guys,” Steve admitted. 

“Well, Steve, there’s a first time for everything,” Eddie teased. “I’m assuming that’s why you brought me here, no?”

“Well, I -” Steve sputtered. “I didn’t bring you there, I brought you here, and - I mean, yesterday you said you wanted to -”

“Relax, I’m just messing with you,” Eddie said, putting Steve at ease again. “But we’re definitely gonna make out at Skull Rock tonight, right?” Steve looked at Eddie and smiled.

“Oh, obviously.” Steve took out a few of the snacks and set them between him and Eddie. “We could also go for a swim.”

Eddie considered it strongly, then shook his head. 

“Uhh, yeah no. I can’t see you shirtless for the first time in a public place,” he said. “I’m not trying to get arrested again.” Eddie shut his mouth, realizing that he’d just revealed something he hadn’t meant to. Goddamn Steve Harrington somehow breaking down Eddie’s previously impenetrable walls.

“Again?” Steve asked, intrigued. “From having sex in public?”

“Nooo,” Eddie said, maybe too quickly. “I’ve never done that. Have you?”

“Uhh, well, yeah,” Steve confessed. “I wasn’t arrested or anything, but the cops busted us a few times. God, the sheriff hated me back then. I got away with a lot of bullshit as a teenager.”

“Yeah, me too,” Eddie agreed. “Until I didn’t anymore.”

He waited for Steve to ask him what Eddie’s arrest was for, or why he moved away from Indianapolis, or to pry in any sort of way about his troubled past, but he didn’t. Instead, he changed the subject completely and asked about Eddie’s tattoos.

Steve was awesome.

-

They ate and drank by the water until it was dark, talking about life, the universe, and everything. It was calm and peaceful, and Steve was thankful that they both seemed to enjoy the night equally. 

“I think it might be too late to venture to Skull Rock,” Steve pointed out.

“Yeah,” Eddie agreed. “Wouldn’t want to be eaten by a coyote or something.”

“Exactly.”

“But,” Eddie continued. “Don’t think I forgot that you promised me a makeout session, Steve.”

“Oh, I didn’t forget.”

“So, where shall we go?” Steve smirked, then started packing up their stuff. 

“I’d say we go to my place, but Robin would never let me hear the end of it,” he said. 

“Why?”

“Because she'd be there.”

“Wait.” Eddie stood up, then helped Steve up to join him. “You two live together?”

“Yeah, you didn’t know?” Eddie shook his head. Steve thought back to all their previous conversations, and realized he’d never explicitly said that. Whoops. “Oh, shit. Yeah, we have an apartment together.”

“Separate bedrooms, right?” Eddie teased. Steve laughed, then nodded. 

“Sorry,” he said. “If you’re dating me, she comes with it.”

“I don’t mind,” Eddie insisted. “I like it. I like you.”

They looked at each other for a moment, and Steve caught himself admiring how pretty Eddie’s face shone in the moonlight. 

“I like you too,” he said. Eddie grinned, then clapped his hands. 

“So!” he exclaimed. “My place, then?” Steve nodded, and then they headed back through the woods to the car. 

Robin was right. She’s always right.

(next part)

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#flowers and ink #eddie and steve #eddie munson x steve harrington #steddie #steddie fic #eddie munson #steve harrington #writing

[satan-is-obsessed]

modern steddie au, u can also read it here

The first time he heard it he didn't even pay attention to the actual lyrics. He was in his car and the song just came on. It was loud and not his usual style but it was also catchy, so Steve decided to add it to a playlist.

The second time it came on he was cleaning his house and at this point he knew the melody so he was jumping around while vacuuming.

The third time it played he was laying on his floor close to a mental breakdown. This time he really listened. Every word poured through him and filled his mind. "Pretty in Pink" by Scene Queen usually just a song that was a little fun addition to his playlist, now breaking his heart and making him mad.

"Relatable" he murmured through his angry tears. And so it began. His little obsession with the singer. His little secret as he didn't actually feel comfortable sharing this one, even with Robin.

So, the second he saw she was playing in the city near him he jumped to buy the ticket.

"This is perfect, Robin is going away with Nance for the weekend, I don't even need to make an excuse to ditch them." he was talking to himself from excitement.

He spent the whole week, leading up to it, buzzing with nervousness and joy. It was his first time going to a gig alone, it wasn't his scene (xd) at all and he was a little petrified trying out a new style. He settled on wearing platforms black jeans and an oversized dark pink sweater. At last second threw in some earrings and a bit of pink shadow and strawberry lipgloss (he's favourite). It made him feel more confident to have a comfort item with him even if it was just a lip product.

Once he got to the venue and bought a drink (hey, you gotta do what you gotta do to relax) the man slowly made his way onto the floor.

It wasn't big and most of the people seemed really friendly. Their joined energy made him feel a bit lighter, or maybe it was the drink, either way the nerves floated away and he was left with pure euphoria of seeing his favourite artist.

Before the main event though came the support band. Corroded Coffin. It was the first he ever heard the name. Sounds about right for the amount of people dressed in black and chains.

Steve wasn't really paying attention to the band as they walked out. They set and tuned their instruments. Soon the first song started playing, The man glanced at the stage right as the lead singer came out. He's heart fluttered.

The man was beautiful. Tall, slim, a maine of big, curly, dark hair rested on top of his shoulders. He was dressed in a mesh crop top and tight, heart stoppingly tight, leather pants. The best thing - his pale skin was covered in tattoos. They were peaking out of his cropped top and through the mesh. Steve couldn't stop staring, mouth slightly open. If it keeps going that way he'll drool. It's like he just witnessed the 8th wonder of the world. Yes, he's aware of how corny that sounds.

Then the brown eyed (oh his brown brown eyes, Steve could drown in them) man was now singing. Screaming and singing. The tone of the metalheads voice wrapped him around as if a blanket was thrown over his heart.

"Shit" was all he could muster as he realised, he might have just fallen in love with a complete stranger. No it's a crush. It's just a crush on someone who doesn't know and won't ever know he existed. It didn't stop the blush that spread all over his face turning the cheeks almost burgundy.

When it was time for the actual reason he even got here in the first place to walk out the man couldn't stop thinking about the singer.

Ofcourse he was having fun, Scene Queen was doing amazing live. But the thoughts kept racing, kept imagining things that weren't supposed to be happening.

And then he felt it. The hot air of a breath on his ear and a whisper.

"Couldn't help noticing you staring at me, big boy"

Steve whipped his head around, the vocalist of Corroded Coffin waa standing near inches away from him, their bodies touching, a big grin spread across his face

"Hi, I'm Eddie" he said in his perfect dark voice.

Steve couldn't function. His breath hitched, the blush spread from cheeks down his neck.

"Get yourself together, for fucks sake" he thought.

"And you are?" said Eddie not moving away.

"hot, i mean uhmm, hmm, i-" the shorter man cleared his throat "I'm Steve" great job at least you said you name right.

"Hi, Hot Steve" and fuck. He was flirting, he was perfect and beautiful and tall and handsome and he was flirting with him.

"I, uh, wow" wow? wow??! but Eddie was laughing, and god, his laugh was like honey on an opened wound. The man looked at him again, leaning in.

"So Stevie~" if he doesn't stop singing his name, the nickname, which was super hot, Steve is gonna jump his bones right here, in the midst of a crowd "could i maybe buy you a drink?"

*idk how to write it so good old tv skip scene*

They got their drinks and were talking away, it felt like they've known each other for way longer. The conversation and the flirting were going smoothly until Eddie touched Steve's thigh and made him short circuit and spill the drink.

"Shit, sorry" he grabbed for a napkin to try and wipe the liquid off of the curly haired mans pants.

"It's okay, big boy" god damn it he's gonna drive him crazy with the nicknames.

"Sorry" stop apologizing, he said its okay "fuck i spilled some on myself too, okay wait I'm gonna be right back, don't go anywhere"

Steve excused himself and headed to the bathroom. He splashed water on his face to calm himself down and just then remembered "mascara. fuckkk" he looked in the mirror, great now he looks like a fucking panda, that's just amazing. As he started wiping it away he heard a knock on the door.

"Sorry, I'll be a second" he screamed in response.

"It's me- Eddie, you okay in there? You've been in here for good 10 minutes, you didn't drown, right?" god he kinda wish he did, he made a fool of himsef enough already.

"Y-yeah, I mean no, I mean I'm okay" he stuttered out.

"You sure I don't have to help you? .... give you cpr or anything?" the taller man chuckled. It made him giggle as he opened the door.

"I mean it, I'm okay" (trust me, i had to) he looked at the brown eyed man, he was so close, he blushed.

"You sure you don't need a mouth to mouth?" the vocalist whispered in the air between them. They were inches apart and Steve's blush was running down past his collar now, this is it.

"okay" he was so quiet and Eddie took that answer and pushed him into the bathroom locking the door after them and smacking their lips together.

The kiss started gentle on the rockstars part but Steve was hungry for it. He wrapped his arms around Eddie's neck and pushed them imposibly closer, tilting his head and deepening the kiss. The taller man smiled along his lips.

"Someone's eager" he snickered and Steve just whined and kissed him again tangling his hands into the curls of the other man's hair. That brought a moan out of his mouth which gave Stevie the perfect opportunity to slip in his tongue. As if a switch was flipped the older man grabbed his thigh and sat him on the counter. They stayed like this moans and whimpers until they couldn't breath anymore and the tension got too much. They pulled apart, forheads touching and brething deep and heavy.

"Fuck me" Steve sighed impressed more than asking but metalhead just smiled and responded

"Well if you're asking me this nicely" he leaned in again and kissed the younger man's nose, then mouth again then jaw and moved to suck on his neck.

"Ah, that's not exactly what I meant but I'm not complaining" Eddie pulled away at that which made Steve whine again, disappointed at the lack of contact.

"I can stop if you don't feel comfortable, just say the word and we can be out of here and back to drinking or not even talking if you want to, I don't wanna pressure you into anything" he was dead serious and it made Steve even more hot and bothered.

"That was the hottest thing you could've said, don't stop" and with that his lips were back in Eddie's.

Their hands were roaming and exploring each others bodies but it didn't feel like enough, they were grabbing at each other, pulling their shirts up as they rocked their hips together.

"Fuck, Eds" Steve moaned, and grabbed him stronger, climbing his body, he felt Eddie's dick twitch at that. "You like it when I call you Eds?" he giggled. The older man now awfully shy hid his face in the crook of Steve's neck.

"I think you know the answer to that, god what are you doing to me" they were picking up the pace, their breaths got heavier with each movement. Soon enough they were both at the edge of fucking in a public bar restroom, which isn't the best place for that kind of activity let's be honest here.

The dark blonde man pushed his hips harder into singers making his hand slip. A groan escaped his mouth.

"Not to sound like a virgin but if we keep on going I might just cream my pants, man. I'm so close." he panted and Steve just laughed pulling hik even closer.

"Do it" he whispered "for me?" and that was enough to push Eddie past his limit. "Stevie" he moaned right into his ear sending hot and cold shivers and pushing the younger man to arrive with him.

"Eds, you're amazing" Steve don't say anything stupid you've known each other for like an hour.

But that just made Eddie blush and kiss his neck

"You're breathtaking" the older man said and he squirmed at those words.

They cleaned themselves up and still blushing messes just kinda looked at each other awkwardly as if they didn't just make one another come in a public restroom at a show.

"You wanna come back to mine and watch some movie and order pizza?" to be honest it caught Steve off guard, he thought maybe a rockstar like Eddie would just get what he wanted and leave.

"I'd like that, yes" their fingers tangled with each other as they held hands. " I'd like that very much, Eds"

#steddie fic #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie ficlet

[chaoticarson16]

May we please have Loui, NY, and TX hc’s? 👁️👁️

*not forcing*

Of course you may!

Louisiana:

• He’s a literal sweetheart that gets along with everyone. Like, he knows everyone and everyone knows him

• He will drop whatever he’s doing to help one of his friends. Doing the dishes? Not anymore. Eating lunch? He says he ate enough. Self care? You need it more than I do! Therapy? He’ll be your therapist.

• He very rarely cusses. Every now and then he’ll cuss in French but he rarely cusses in English. When he does this everyone goes quiet cause he’s either in a lot of pain, very upset, or MAJORLY pissed.

• Him and California are the only two not allowed to be ANYWHERE near guns. (With the Wild West and the Black Panther group, please don’t quote me on this, California would be able to shoot guns frighteningly well. I also believe Loui would be extremely good at shooting guns, like, completely incapacitate someone but still keep them alive. Everyone believes they’d be way too dangerous with a gun. Even Florida won’t give them a gun….sometimes)

• Him and Florida have a pet alligator that they’ve named Kitten. She’s around 8 feet and is the biggest softie ever. When the others hear they’ve got a pet named Kitten, they assume they have a cat and weren’t very creative with the name. They are wrong. Florida and Loui laugh every time they agree to meet Kitten and she’s a big ass gator. Govs the only one who got used to her (surprisingly) cause when they got married (pushing my Flouigov agenda) Kitten would constantly follow Florida or Loui and she eventually started following Gov too since he was there more then the other states and she now sees his as a family member.

New York:

• He LOVES to draw. Like, this man always has a sketchbook on him. Any chance he gets he buys a new one (literally me tho) but they don’t last cause he’s always drawing.

• He’s got hella tattoos. Him and California have the most tattoos out of anyone else in the statehouse. Most of the states believed New York had the most tattoos until there was a pool party at the statehouse and they saw Californias.

• Him and Colorado are surprisingly friends. They’re hiking buddies and like to go exploring together. New York likes hiking with Colorado cause he’s allowed to climb pretty much everything. Colorado likes hiking with York cause he’s one of the only people who can keep up with him.

• Him and Jersey like to act like they hate each other, but they’re actually twins and they’re really close. They created different signals (hand placement, facial expressions, pencil/pen placement) to have silent conversations in the middle of a meeting. They’ve started randomly laughing while Gov or one of the other states were talking and had to leave the room to stop. Everyone was very confused.

• Begged Illinois to go see the Chicago rat hole and when Illinois finally agreed he was super excited. He took so many pictures and even left some money there. He cried when he found out someone filled it.

• Him and California have a black oriental cat that they’ve named Gremlin. He’s so stupid and they love him very much.

Texas:

• Him, Jersey, and North Dakota all garden and they love to go to one of their houses and plant new plants that they bought while shopping alone cause they have no self control- (Jersey is the garden state and North Dakota is the peace garden state)

• He has a red dun quarter horse with white blaze and sock markings (yes I looked it up cause I had a very specific image in my head) named Janie. He likes go horseback riding a lot since it calms it down.

• He’s also got an Australian shepherd named Buck (I know so original) but the funny part is she’s a girl. She learned to nip at people’s feet when they call her a he and Texas finds that hilarious. When he says she has an attitude, he means it. She’s also like an emotional support dog for him which honestly he needs. This boy got hella trauma-

• This man is deathly terrified of big crowds. If he can’t easily get to an exit he starts to panic. And when I say panic I mean p a n i c. He started crying and having a panic attack after a meeting cause he was too tired to teleport and everyone kinda crowded around the door to talk. It was made even worse when they started crowding him to make sure he was ok. Buck ended up not leaving his side for a while after that, even going to meetings. If she saw people crowding the door she’d go up to them and bark till they left.

Sorry this is a bit late! My teacher threw a random test at us and I still haven’t finish it💀

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #wttt #wttsh #wttt louisiana #wttsh louisiana #wttt new york #wttsh new york #wttt texas #wttsh texas #wttt headcanons #wttsh headcanons #how tf do you tag

[floating-in-the-blue]

Twenty Questions Writer Meme

Thank you soooo much for tagging me @nuandia <3 <3 <3

How many works do you have on AO3? 84

What's your total AO3 wordcount? 341,785

What fandoms do you write for? currently (and for the foreseeable future), it's only Julie and the Phantoms (with a very minor guest spot from Red White & Royal Blue). In the past, I've also written for Metal Gear Solid and Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries with a few more random ones sprinkled in, but usually just for a single fic or two.

What are your top five fics by kudos? Will You with 409 kudos (one of my earliest jatp fics when the fandom was still hungry) Home is Where My Ghost is 253 kudos (even earlier jatp fic but let's be real, not as good) In Your Starlight  253 kudos as well (the jatp Star Trek au) Silent Souls  with 254 kudos (somehow this little Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them soulmate au got really popular) Under My Skin  208 kudos (a silly, fluffy Metal Gear Solid tattoo artist/florist au)

Do you respond to comments? I really want to say "always" but there's a few that I haven't responded to yet. Though mainly because I've been talking with the people on other sites already. But in general, save my few lapses, I do believe that it's only good manners to say 'thank you' if someone takes the time to not only read but also comment what you've written.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Well, the angstiest ending, because very sad and bittersweet, is the one I wrote for Nature 2.0 but which hasn't been published yet but I love a lot. There's two more finished Metal Gear Solid fics with sad endings, Dear Dave and Battlefield, because they're both, strictly speaking, major character death fics. The death just happens to be more or less natural at the end of a (mostly) fulfilled life.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Except for the sadder MGS fics, most of my fics have proper happy endings so I'm not sure. The Star Trek AU has a very hopeful ending that I quite like and I think my current wip, the Alex Adoption Fic, will have a very happy ending, especially considering the beginning.

Do you get hate on fics? I have once received anon hate on a prompt fill gift fic that asked for genderswapped Snake/Otacon because the anon thought I was transphobic. It was honestly very laughable so I didn't take it very seriously. And of course there was the whole blacklist disaster in the jatp fic and me ending up on that list because I'd dared to write jatp smut (once, at that point, very loving, with aged-up characters). But I didn't receive hate on the actual fic, either on AO3 or here.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes, see above ;D I've gotten better at the steaminess, I think, but my characters still talk more than I usually expect them to (though I love it) and they're also very bad at hiding their feelings. I also like to keep it a little down to earth with some awkwardness or clumsiness and lighthearted notes. So no hardcore pwp with only bare resemblances to the actual characters from me. I do believe even the sexiest times need to make sense with the characters ;D

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? The earliest fanfic lil me ever attempted was a massive crossover of Star Trek (TOS and VOY), Stargate, X-Files and Star Wars (and maybe a few other things I can't remember right now) but I never got very far. Incidentally, that's the only fanfic of mine my parents ever read (they were very encouraging ... not sure what they would think of things now XD). But actually published fic? I might forget some earlier things, but I don't think I've ever written a crossover with characters from two distinctly separate fandoms meeting somehow (except co-writing, see answer below). Only ever AUs with maybe a borrowed universe or plotlines.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? not as far as I know. There was somebody who stole a bunch of smut fics for jatp and posted them over on wattpad but mine weren't among them. Still not sure whether to be glad or affronted about that ;P

Have you ever had a fic translated? I have! Silent Souls (Vietnamese translation) ... it's all in the title ;D It got 8 kudos and a bookmark. It doesn't really count but I've also translated rpg-turned-fics written by me and a friend into English and once I get access to those files again (hopefully saved from my old hard drive) I'd like to get back to those and finish the translation. Maybe once I run out of inspiration for jatp if no other fandom has claimed me by then.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Evidently, the answer is sort of. They weren't properly written as fic. But turning an rpg into a fic was also a lot of fun and a nice challenge. Luckily, my writing partner's and my own style meshed well enough so it was easier to put it together. As vans already mentioned, she and I brainstormed a very nice polyphantoms idea that I still quite like but we never got beyond brainstorming. I might ask her if I could tackle the idea again now she's moved on to other fandoms but I'm not sure I could write polyphantoms any more. I also once wrote a self-insert Final Fantasy X/Dark Angels crossover fic with a friend in high school. It was not good but lots of fun.

What's your favorite all-time ship? I'm assuming this is about writing and then the answer is obviously Willex (Alex/Willie from jatp) because I've written so much for them and still have so many ideas. But I also really enjoyed writing for Snake/Otacon from Metal Gear Solid. They're angstier and burdened with more baggage and their canon ending is more bitter than bittersweet but the philosophical soldier/genius nerd combination is a very nice flavour to explore.

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? Nature 2.0 probably. It's the only one of those ambitious fics I actually started posting on AO3 and so will forever haunt me there. I'm not saying never but it is very unlikely at the moment.

What are your writing strengths? I think character, dialogues, and scene flow. I'm also a decent editor (for a non-native speaker) so pretty all of my stories should be pretty readable without having to stumble over frequent repetitions or typos or weird tense changes.

What are your writing weaknesses? action scenes and PLOTTING

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? Does it count as writing dialogue in another language if I'm writing in English even though I'm not a native speaker? XD As for other other languages. It hasn't come up yet, tbh.

First fandom you wrote for? Aside from the aforementioned massive crossover lil Yeo attempted as a young teen, I think it was the self-insert Final Fantasy X (never published, thankfully) with a friend.

Favorite fic you've written? This is always difficult but also not. I think the one fic I am 100% happy with is Call For a Date, (Don’t) Fall in Love the willex fake boyfriend agency au. That doesn't mean I don't love my other fics though because I generally do.

I'm not sure who's done this and who hasn't but let's try @innytoes and @jonairadreaming <3

#yeo writes

[inkrabbit]

How do u think the ghouls, Terzo n Copia would react to their s/o being a tattoo artist? Idk why but I can imagine the ghouls play fighting with Sodo one day n they see he’s got a lil tattoo on him n they’re all just ??? Where ?? When??? And Sodo just tells them how his s/o does tattoos n he wanted one n suddenly all the ghouls want a cool tattoo now 💀

tbh this is such a cute little thought omfg <333

Aether:

he's very interested when he finds out, but he's absolutely supportive and interested

"How did you get into all of this, poppet?"

he'll listen to any and all of your stories, and he's asking any question that comes to mind

absolutely excited to see any and all tattoos you have, and he'll even kiss some of them

if you still do work while with the abbey, he'll offer to be there with you. he loves watching you work, but he also know how... unkind some humans can be. he just wants to make sure you're safe

so long as it's fine by you, he loves looking through your sketchbook that's filled with designs, either for clients, or just random little ideas you wanted to get out of your head

Copia:

"Ah, does it hurt, my little mouse? Getting a tattoo, I mean."

he has a habit of tracing over your tattoos and asking little questions

he wants you to tattoo him. he really does. but he's also scared it's going to hurt

but what you don't know is that he keeps putting it off because he's been trying to find a cute little design that'll match both of you

he wants matching tattoos and he wants it desperately, but he wants it to be a surprise and he wants you to like it too

eventually, he'll just finally break and tell you his idea. and yes, he's giving you those puppy eyes to make sure you say yes and share this special moment with him

Mountain:

he's surprised, but not over the top about it. extreme emotions aren't exactly his specialty

still, he enjoys seeing your work and any sketches you're willing to show him

"Lucifer, I love your work. You have such a unique style, too."

he'll let you give him little tattoos, but only on places that's easy to hide. he can't hide tattoos in his human form and he really doesn't wanna be bothered wearing more clothes than he already does

he's very observant, so you'll never have to go get any new ink or new parts. chances are he's caught it before you and he's already ordered you more

one of his guilty pleasures is actually watching you work. he just loves watching you bring a simple little idea to life on someone's skin

Rain:

tattoos aren't uncommon around the abbey, but he was surprised when he heard some of the siblings say that you had been the one who gave them their ink

"Hey, sweetheart? Could I ask you something? And feel free to say no! But I was wondering if... you'd tattoo me sometime?"

he absolutely loves your work and he lets it be known

but he's also dying to let you work on him. just to have something from you permanently on his skin so it's like you're always with him

he won't want anything too big, but he's also giving you free reign of the design

don't worry wondering if he'll like it. you could tattoo a simple little rain drop on his wrist and he would be over the moon about it

Sodo:

it's no secret he has tattoos of his own. if he wants something, he'll get it, and there's no one that can stop him

he's all smiles when he hears that you're a tattoo artist, and his tail is happily flicking back and forth as you let him look at your previous work

he was going to go to the tattoo shop across town for this little piece he was thinking of getting, but now...

"Hey, babe? Would you be okay with tattooing me?"

you don't know how much it means to him. really. having his lover be the one to give him the design that's refused to leave his mind for the past few weeks?

oh buddy, you're being spoiled for a good while after you're done with that tattoo on him. he's going to be extra affectionate because it means a lot to him

Swiss:

"Beautiful and talented? Lovely, you're just a gift that keeps on giving!"

he could look at and trace your tattoos for hours and, on the times he's woken up before you, he actually has

congratulations, if he wants any work done, you're the first person he goes to

he trusts your work and he loves you. plus he gets the opportunity to tell people that his awesome little s/o was the one behind it? it's a win-win

occasionally he'll come around when you're working with someone and, because of his bright and lovable personality, your clients are more than happy to also chat with him and let him fire off some ideas of his own if they're not 100% sure themselves

he's also been able to talk down some of your more unruly clients

Terzo:

one of his absolute favorite things to do is to get you as bare as he can and trace over your tattoos

it's one of those soft, tender nights where you two don't have anything to do the next day and he just wants to share a peaceful evening with you

"Look at you, amore. The Dark Lord truly did put a lot of thought into you. Such beauty and such talent. How I got so lucky, I do not know."

he'll also pop in here and there while you're working with a client, and he's always praising your work while he kisses your head or lips

unlike Copia, he'll actually pitch the idea of you two getting matching tattoos. he might be a flirt, but he wants to show that you're the only one he really cares about

and he's 100% acting like a child on Christmas when you both get the tattoo. he won't be able to tear his eyes away from them because, really, he's just so happy you agreed to do it with him

#requests #hcs #headcanons #papa emeritus iii #terzo #papa emeritus iv #copia #aether ghoul #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #sodo ghoul #swiss ghoul #ghost #ghost band

[theoverlyenthusiasticwriter]

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They're falling for each other. They both know it. There's no going back now. On the evening of Fenrys' birthday in Prythian, Azriel takes him out to a secret spot.

*****

Since Azriel had shown it to him, Fenrys spent much of his time in the theater. The director didn’t mind when he sat in the audience with his notebook and had even given him copies of the lyrics to follow along to.

The music here was haunting. Deep and soulful, Fenrys was only beginning to understand it. Translating it was a near impossible task, but one that kept his mind pleasantly busy. It was strange to actually hear the words he’d been learning these past months. His notes were now filled with pronunciations as well as definitions and grammar.

The technicians were changing out the curtains between songs when Azriel came in. Fenrys was alerted to his presence by the shadows, darkening at his feet as their owner drew closer. Azriel leaned over the back of his seat. “What are you doing?”

Fenrys suppressed a shudder at his voice so close to his ear. “Learning more about your culture.”

Azriel peered at his notes. “Your head is always in that damn book.”

“It's far more interesting than anything you have to show me.”

“Then maybe I’ll find someone else to execute my evening plans with.”

At that, Fenrys looked at him at last. He narrowed his eyes. “What plans?”

“I have somewhere I’d like to show you.”

Interest piqued, Fenrys closed his notebook and stood. Azriel tilted his head to the entrance. “Shall we?”

“Do I get to know where we’re going?” Fenrys followed him outside, blinking against the light of the falling sun.

Azriel shook his head. He held out his arms.

Fenrys sighed but stepped forward to be lifted. Azriel shot into the sky.

The flight was short and by the time Fenrys realized where they were going, it was too late.

“Oh, just fucking drop me.”

“Hush.” Azriel dove down into a clearing.

Fenrys groaned as he was set on his feet. “I thought we were going somewhere interesting.”

“This way.” Azriel set off through the trees.

“We already trained today. I’ve got the whole moving quietly thing down.” Fenrys didn’t point out that it was still light out, if just barely. They were near the peak of the mountain, facing the ocean, so he could see the orange painted sky.

“We’re not training.” Azriel reached back and grabbed his hand. “You said it was your birthday today.”

Fenrys blinked. “I don’t really celebrate my birthday. I was just trying to get you to be nice to me.”

“I’m nice to you.”

“You are not.” Still, Fenrys let him lead him by the hand over one last hill.

 And before them… it was a pool of pure starlight. It glittered in the falling sun rays, stretching nearly to the edge of a cliff and the sea beyond.

“Holy shit.” Fenrys stepped forward and dipped his hand into the liquid. It was like touching silk. “This is beautiful.”

Azriel set down his pack on a rock, then sat to work the laces of his boots. “There are pools like this scattered all over the continent, but they are kept secret. There are rumors that the waters can heal the injured, make wishes come true, make mortals immortal… stuff like that.”

“Let me guess: it doesn’t do any of that.”

“Not that I’ve seen.”

“Why does it glitter?”

“No idea.” Azriel stood, barefoot, and shrugged out of his jacket, fluttering his wings to slide it down them so he could undo the clasp between.

Fenrys watched him. “I was always wondering how that worked.”

Azriel turned. “The shirts don’t have the middle panel. There’s just a clasp on top.” So, half of his spine was revealed, as well as a line of tattoos between his wings.

“Are you going to… swim in it?”

Azriel’s belt dropped onto the rocks. “Yes.”

He stripped of his pants too, then sank into the water.

Fenrys went to the very edge. “Is it cold?”

“No.” Azriel dunked his head. He emerged, pushing his wet hair out of his eyes.

“How can you swim with those wings?”

“Well enough.” They were tucked tight to his body. “Are you coming in?”

Fenrys arched a brow. “Are you sure it won’t turn me into a frog or something?”

“It hasn’t done anything to me.”

“Except magically turn you into an asshole. Oh, wait.” Fenrys grinned and narrowly avoided getting splashed.

He shed himself of everything but his undershorts, reasoning that Azriel had seen him plenty of times. Stepping into the water, he found that it was warm indeed and no deeper than his chest. He ran his hands through it in wonder, bathed in the orange light of the falling sun.

“Fenrys.” Azriel’s voice was hoarser than it had been a moment ago.

Fenrys turned to him and threw the water in his face.

Azriel blinked as glittering rivers dripped across his face.

Fenrys laughed, which earned him his own mouthful of water. He tried to splash Az again only to find his wrists caught in each of Azriel’s hands.

“That’s cheating!”

Azriel shoved his head under the water.

Sputtering as he rose, he bombarded Azriel with he could manage. Azriel gave as good as he got.

By the time the war was over (Fenrys won) the sun had slipped all the way down past the sea. Without it, the pool seemed to glow brighter, as if in recognition of the stars overhead.

Fenrys pushed his wet hair out of his eyes as he stared up at the night sky. He took a breath. “Az, can I tell you something?”

“Of course.” Azriel pushed away from the edge of the pool where he’d been watching the sea. He faced Fenrys.

Fenrys couldn’t look at him. “I don’t think I want to go home.”

Azriel was silent for long enough that Fenrys glanced his way. He’d moved closer without Fenrys realizing. “I don’t want you to go home either.”

Fenrys turned fully towards him. “Does that make me a horrible person? I know my brother is suffering in my wake, but surely… surely…”

“His suffering is not your fault. It’s hers.” Azriel caught his eye. “And your brother is just as capable of making it here too.”

“Connall wouldn’t, though. He wouldn’t betray Maeve like that.”

“Then the results of his actions are not your fault either. He chooses where he puts his loyalty.”

Fenrys nodded, even if his heart sank a little in his chest.

“Don’t think about that right now.” Azriel drifted closer.

“What should I think about instead?”

There was a moment of heavy silence before Azriel lifted a hand, dripping in starlight, to cup Fenrys’ face. “Close your eyes.”

Fenrys closed his eyes.

His heart was pounding, arms limp at his sides. He knew what was coming—what had been building these past few weeks. He didn’t know what to do about it, but he certainly wasn’t about to step away.

Azriel, who had seen the ugliest, darkest parts of him. Azriel, who had offered him a way out. Azriel, who had been nothing but honest, even when it stung.

Even when it didn’t.

Fenrys tilted his face. Azriel exhaled, the breath rushing across his skin.

Then his mouth met Fenrys’, soft and warm and everything he’d imagined. He kissed him, leaning in close so their chests brushed. Fenrys’ hands slid around his waist beneath the water. It was unfamiliar. He’d never kissed a man before, never touched one like this. He liked it, he decided. Azriel was solid, unmoving. He made Fenrys feel small, but not in a bad way. Protected. Coddled.

Azriel’s fingers drifted across the nape of his neck, his other hand settling on the small of his back. He broke the kiss before Fenrys was ready, pulling back bare centimeters.

Fenrys opened his eyes.

Neither of them said anything. There weren’t words anyway.

Fenrys leaned in this time, rising up onto his toes before Azriel met him. His arms slipped from Azriel’s waist to wind around his neck.

The kiss deepened. Azriel’s tongue was hot in his mouth, demanding. It was like a leash had snapped and Fenrys suddenly felt himself being devoured, pressed against the stone at the edge of the pool. He loud out a noise of surprise that had Azriel jerking back.

“I’m sorry. I—”

“It’s okay.” Fenrys kissed him again, but Azriel didn’t allow it to deepen.

“No,” he said, pressing their brows together. “I want to do this right with you. You deserve that much at least.”

Fenrys licked his lips. He’d have to do some research, he decided. He knew the basics of sex between two males, but just that. He’d never had the urge to invite a male into his bed, but he’d also never really thought about it. Very rarely did Maeve allow him to seek pleasure in other avenues and when she did, he usually just got as shit faced as possible. Sex wasn’t something he did for himself.

But maybe with Az…

Another day. Fenrys knew if he pushed hard enough, Azriel would give in, but it could wait. They had time.

Azriel lifted his head and pressed a kiss to Fenrys’ brow. “I brought you some of that wine you like.”

“Really?”

“In my pack. Ah, ah, I’ll get it.” Azriel caught his wrist when he lunged for the bag. He was smiling.

Azriel hadn’t brought glasses, so Fenrys swigged from the bottle. The wine was so sweet it was hard to believe there was any alcohol in it at all. In fact, even if it was just bubbly juice, Fenrys would still drink it.

Azriel took his own sip before setting it back on the rocks. He reached for his bag again. “I have something else for you. It’s just something small, really…”

Fenrys drifted closer peering over his shoulder.

Azriel offered him a small rectangular parcel, horribly wrapped in brown paper.

“Did you let a toddler wrap this?” Fenrys asked as he took it.

Azriel scowled. “I wrapped it.”

“I see. So, I’ve found a weakness of the great shadowsinger: wrapping gifts.”

“Just open it, jackass.”

Smiling so hard his face hurt, Fenrys tore through the paper to reveal a small leather-bound book. A tie held it closed and pinned one of the charcoal pencils Fenrys preferred to its side.

Azriel was rubbing the back of his neck. “I noticed you were running out of room in the other one and I thought…”

“I love it,” Fenrys interrupted. He kissed Azriel on the mouth. “Thank you.”

“Cassian bought you some new quills to go with.”

“Spoiling his gift like that? How cruel.”

“It was my idea,” Azriel said around a pout.

The thought warmed Fenrys to the core: the two greatest warriors in this land, whispering behind his back about a birthday gift.

Azriel put the notebook back in his bag away from the water and drew Fenrys back in. “Your Prythian is getting better.”

“You’re damn right it is.”

“Given that you never shut up, I suppose you do practice a lot.”

“Oh, fuck you.” Fenrys pushed him away. “Let’s see you learn a new language.”

“I could. I mean, I would.” Azriel cocked his head, his hair glittering blue. “You could teach me yours.”

“I think you might be too old. What’s that saying about old dogs and new tricks?”

Azriel crossed his arms over his chest. “I bet I could teach you a few new tricks, puppy.”

Fenrys grinned. “Woof.”

Azriel reached out and took his wrist, drawing him back in. He tucked his hair behind a pointed ear and applied his mouth to Fenrys’ throat. “I could have you yapping for me like a proper lap dog.”

Fenrys shuddered and all his confidence bled from him, replaced by the blush that took over his cheeks. He didn’t even have a witty comeback.

“Come on,” Azriel said as he pulled back. “Let’s go home.”

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #sarah j maas #acomaf #acowar #acofas #a court of thorns and roses #my fanfiction #throne of glass #throne of glass fanfiction #post kingdom of ash #fenrys moonbeam #fenrys tog #throne of glass fenrys #fenrys x azriel #fenrys x happiness #azriel

[pearblossommina]

Last night I finished Kingdom of Ash (🥳)

I had a physical copy, but for a good portion of this read, I was reading an ebook I checked out from the library. Unfortunately, too many people were waiting for this book, and Libby automatically returned it when I only had about 30% left, so I had to lug around my gigantic dictionary-sized copy with me everywhere to finish. (😵‍💫)

I apologize for doing a bad job of taking notes, i literally stopped doing it about 20 chapters before the end, but if you’re interested, here’s some raw thoughts up until that point.

IT WAS QUITE THE JOURNEY.

And what a fulfilling end to an epic series!

ToG Read-A-Long, Kingdom of Ash, Day 11

Ch 79

I think Yrene and Elide are so compatible as friends, I like this combination actually. I definitely want to see Yrene work her miracle magic on Elide’s leg. Yes, girl! Get healed! Form new bonds and friendships!

Ch 80

Lol, Elide’s uncle is such a piece of shit. I love how rutheless Aelin is. She’s the best. And true to her word!

It’s all starting to come together. This fear, this hype, the whole adventure coming to its final conclusion. I’m very excited for when Dorian shows up like a total badass with all three wyrdkeys. I’m very excited for the demolition of Erawan, and maybe Maeve too if Aelin can find it in her.

Let’s go. Let’s win the war against evil, and save the whole world.

Ch 81

The scene with Evangeline and Aedion and Lysandra is so cute. My heart! Aw.

Um, I also really like Darrow; lmao, he’s such a shitty person but he’s not evil, he’s just a jerk.

and hell yeah

Hell yeah, Manon is here, to honor a promise made to a friend

Hell yeah, queen of the Corchan’s

Hell yeah, let’s kick some ass

Ch 82

“Freedom - freedom from the Matrons who had forged them into tools of destruction.”

I would have liked to see Manon take over ALL the witch legions, the crochans and the Ironteeth both, but if they won’t follow her, then they have to die. This is war! And we’re gonna win!

For a better world!

Aedion and Lysandra are finally declaring that they love each other. It’s about time for those two. No one’s ever asked Lysandra permission to kiss her before? Girl, my poor heart. You should let him, Lysandra! Just go for it! Wouldn’t it be nice to enjoy something consensual at least once before you die?

Ch 83

Dorian you’re so sweet, aw.

I don’t want anyone to die!

I want to find another way. Why can’t we just be Elena, and seal Erawan away without dying to forge the lock?

I know it supposedly pisses off the gods - but - I can’t stand these gods - I’m pissed off that everyone’s talking about dying all the time

I’m sick of sacrifice

I just want to be happy

And I just want the characters to be happy, too

Ch 84

Building to another battle

Lysandra’s up to something fishy (har har)

Day 12

Ch 85

Right into it

It does make me sorry to see Manon killing Ironteeth witches. But not everyone can be saved. This is war.

Lysandra is a dragon again

Love her

Aedion is fighting the good fight! Love him.

Ch 86

Um!

Is Ren okay!

Aedion got knocked out - by something - but is Ren okay?

I think I said before how much I love Evangeline. It’s good to have diversity of characters, and someone like her, who is a literal child, getting to have perspective on some of these big moments, it makes the world so much richer.

I also like Darrow for part of the same reason - even though he’s extremely unlikeable, personality wise.

The combination of Darrow and Evangeline isn’t something I knew I needed, but I actually like it a lot.

Aedion will be alright, honey. We have to have faith.

Ch 87

Elorcan my whole heart!!!!

Do I hate the fade to black? Yes, actually, how dare you SJM, she worked so hard for this virginity loss moment, how dare you cut away!

I wanna be in there, I want to feel my heart fill up with feelings while Elide gets to experience sex for the first time and learn how good it feels!

Boo

Aelin having nightmares, boo

I love Rowaelin, tattoo me up, baby, let’s be lovers forever.

And yay!!!

Dorian’s finally back!!!!

We’re all together now, the happy ending is at hand, we can get there, I KNOW we can get there, it’s not far now!

Ch 88

I told you Aedion was gonna be alright. 🥰

It’s the kind of fight that just keeps going - but don’t worry friends. Aelin and Dorian are on their way, and it’s gonna be amazing.

Abraxos is gonna be just fine.

Ch 89

Manon bared her teeth. “I am.” She pointed at the shape-shifter. “You can carry me.”

Aedion snarled, “No.”

But Lysandra shook her head, sorrow and despair in her green eyes. “I can’t - the magic is drained. If I had an hour -“

Am I the only one hoping for Dorian-as-a-wyvern to dramatically turn up and give Manon a ride to the witch tower?

Omfg Asterin

All of them?

Ow

No

I want you to live, too.

Don’t do this to me

Ch 90

NO this is the WORST

Manon :(

Ch 91

YAY

DORIAN AND CHAOL, TOGETHER AGAIN AT LAST

That flicker of sorrow in Dorian’s eyes, when Chaol introduced him to his wife, I know it was probably just brotherly sorrow that he couldn’t be there for the wedding day, but I absolutely believe he was sorry that Chaol is off the market and he’ll never get his chance to make out with him now.

(I’m going down with this ship, toot toot, Dorian x Chaol, sinking beneath the surface)

Why! Why do we have to die! It’s so dumb!

I don’t want either of you to do it. I vote, we anger the gods, and do what we want, and live long happy lives and fall deeper and deeper in love. I vote we die of natural causes, at the ripe old age of 200 or whatever.

Ch 92

The issue of dying in place of your friends is so selfish. I especially love Rowan right now for fighting to keep Aelin’s heart beating.

She wouldn’t let him die to save her, so what makes her sacrifice any better?

I like the idea of both Aelin and Dorian giving “half” of themselves. Maybe they’ll only die a little bit. Only mostly dead, like in The Princess Bride. And what could be a better reason for living than true love!

Day 13

Ch 93

Ok you are kidding me

This is nuts

They’re gonna come back, right?

Right?

Ch 94

I’m sorry but I actually laughed out loud when no one knew Dorian’s dad’s name

#tog read along 2023 #kingdom of ash #Maddy plays catch up #this book!!!!!! #i’m so sad it’s ending #what am I gonna do with my free time now

[petitmonde]

May Trope Mayhem Day 17: Dialogue only

Based off Marcia's tweet on getting a tattoo by Loosey. Give it up for day 17. Thank you @momsthetic for entertaining the insanity.

Tags: Loosey Laduca, Marcia Marcia Marcia, RPDR s15, Tattoo AU, Gen, Dialogue Only

For @duckprintspress May Trope Mayhem.

"Hi, I'm here for my appointment at 10."

"Miss Brady, right? Everyone else is out today, so it's just you and me in the studio."

"Yes! I mean, yeah, that's me."

"Someone's excited. Come with me, I'll print a few sizes of the design you wanted. You can sit there while you fill out the consent form."

"Okay. I'll just put my jacket here."

"Here we go. Now, where was it that you wanted your tattoo?"

"On my thigh. Right here."

"Then, if you could take off your pants and come to the mirror. How big did you want it?"

"Around the size of my hand, I think. I don't really know, it's my first one."

"That's quite alright. We all start somewhere. This one. This about right?"

"Maybe a little bit smaller."

"How about this one?"

"I think that's a lot better. Yeah."

"Around here?"

"That's perfect."

"I'm spraying you down first. It's a little cold."

"That's alright."

"The stencil will need to dry for a few minutes. You want anything to drink before we start?"

"Some water would be nice. Thank you."

"You got it. You can lay down on the bench when you're ready."

"Oh my god, I'm actually doing it."

---

"Now, remember, we can always take a break if you need it or if you need to tap out. Just let me know."

"Of course. I'm ready."

"I'm starting. How does that feel?"

"Like a sharpie against my skin. It's fine. I thought it would be worse."

---

"Fucking bitch. Ow. Oh my God, I'm so sorry."

"Just a little bit more, and we're done. Do you think you can handle it, sailor?"

"Yeah. Fuck. I'm sorry about my language. I usually don't curse. Momma taught me not to."

"Well, momma isn't here today, only me. I'd be worried if you couldn't feel it. Curse at me all you want, I'm the one being mean to you."

"I'm the one that chose to get the tattoo."

"You're right. This is actually your fault, so you can't complain."

"What happened to you being nice to me?"

"I'm not being paid to be nice."

"What am I paying you for then?"

"A unique piece of art on your skin. Sorry, I have to go over this area again."

"Bitch."

"And done. Sorry, it's going to be a little cold again. Take your time getting up. We can't have you falling on me."

---

"Hey. Do you think I could work for you?"

"Listen kid, I'm not looking for apprentices."

"I'm 26! I'm not a kid."

"The answer is still no."

"I'm not giving up that easily."

"Are you paying by cash or card?"

#may trope mayhem #rpdr fanfiction

[wrathfulmercy]

Drabble for @mettleborn

“You like him.”

“What?” In the moment of his response the needle scratched along her skin, luckily only hitting the spot that was already darkened out. But damn, did he really just missed a line because of such a ridiculous assumption? “Excuse me?” No that wasn’t an apology for the nearly fucked up tattoo he was working on, it should express his absolute outrage about her conclusion which was far away from the truth, wasn’t it? Of course it was, this was simply ridiculous and made Rick laugh to himself while wiping off the ink on her skin before filling his needles again. “You’re a bullshit talker. No surprise you have no fucking friends Jess.”

Now the girl was fucking pissed and pulled her arm away so he couldn’t continue with his work. “What?” Rick asked and met the worst kind of look he had ever seen from her. Rick knew Jessie since years now. She came into his tattoo shop regularly and it was a fact that she went through horrible stuff during her life to get here, numbing the mental pain with physical one right under the hands of the man she sometimes even liked to fuck when they both were horny and - surprise surprise - lonely. But that she was already able to interpret his smile, that was new. And maybe it scared him.

“No you stop right there Rick. I’m not the bullshit talker here. I just hit your little weak spot mister “I have so many secrets and never talk about myself” but surprise one time you do and did right now, it’s more than clear that it actually has to mean something to you. And the friends comment? Not cool. So fucking not cool cause look at yourself mister lonely, who else are you talking to if you reveal your secrets to a client? Exactly. No one.” Yeah he knew why he got into her pants before. She had a certain fire and didn’t hold back to speak the truth. And she also respected his silence. His secrets. They only ever met each other here in this room and then didn’t talk for months. How could he even answer her stupid question about having someone? Why did he say “I met someone.” How stupid must he be?

“Okay okay, sorry Jess. I apologize. It’s just… you’re wrong. I could fuck you right here after our session like we used to and it wouldn’t change a single thing.” It would cause it would at least feel wrong and he would only miss Sam’s skin again, but what else should he say if he wanted to protect him?

“Oh would it not?” No he couldn’t bullshit her. Yes, after becoming an assassin Rick did become more sexually open to cure his loneliness and guilt, but once in love he would easily fall back to being the most loyal boy the world had ever seen. In defeat he sighed and filled his needles again just to have it spray the ink everywhere since it was too much color now by filling it twice.

“Oh for fucks sake.” Rick cursed to himself and took a nearby paper towel to get his face cleaned from it.

“So tell me about her. You never messed up your ink before. Or… other things.” Yeah great humor Jessie. Great humor.

It made Rick only roll his eyes while focusing on cleaning his needles to start over with this. “It’s a him.”

“Oh.” Suddenly silence as if she was disappointed, but then it changed into an excited “oh” with raised brows and widened eyes. “So you do really like him.” And again she hit the right spot. Rick used to sleep around with women when missions and thoughts became too dark. Nights too cold. Food to boring. But what he never did was bringing a man home, no. Jessie knew she was just one of many flings to distract him but now with a man in the picture, that was probably over wasn’t it? “Is he the reason your last performance wasn’t… exactly great there?” Oh god he hated her sometimes and yes, maybe he just changed his mind about liking her straightforwardness. “Will we ever see him?”

Rick immediately said no as if his life depended on it as the door to his little office was suddenly knocked on. “Rick? Listen there’s a client that has an appointment with you next. Do you want me to let him wait here or can he come in?”

“I’m done here any minute Steve, you can send him in if you like.” He just had to finish that damn line on Jessie’s arm finally.

“So I guess I’m not the last client for today.” She said in her playful teasing tone he knew by now how to take.

“No. Not today, Jess thank you.”

“Okay, call me when you’re in town again.” She said with a wink and jumped from the bench to approach the door that was already opening. Jessie excused herself to ran into the man and sent Rick another look he didn’t realize since he was cleaning his needles but as he murmured “come in, sit there on the couch till I cleaned up here. I’m right with you.” he lifted his chin just for a moment to send his client a smile and couldn’t believe how big the lump in his throat suddenly became. “Fuck me. What are you doing here?”

#Rick x Sam #v: assassin #listen I know this might be a little trashy but I had it in mind and wanted to write it before I forget 👀 #if you don’t like it forget about it haha

[ejzah]

The Other Shoe, Part 5

***

For some reason, it felt strange to walk back into the bullpen, even though he’d only been out a few weeks. It felt much longer, and almost like he didn’t belong. He hesitated momentarily when he realized that everyone, minus Kilbride was present.

“Deeks, aren’t you supposed to be home basking in the sun?” Callen asked when he saw them. He stood up long enough to smack Deeks on the back, more gently than usual, he noticed. He forced a smile past his bitterness.

“Tried that and got burnt,” Deeks joked. “Figured I’d try something a little less dangerous.”

“Don’t worry, he’s not here to do anything too strenuous,” Kensi interjected.

“Good,” Sam added, joining the group in the bullpen. “Cause I don’t want to see your butt out of that chair all day.”

“Yes, Sir,” Deeks said wryly. Kensi flashed him a “behave” look, squeezing his shoulder while Fatima stepped forward.

“Hey, I’m glad you’re back, Deeks. I’m trying to track down a guy with brown hair, a beetle tattoo on his hand, and an earring. Do you want to help me?”

***

“Nope, too old. Too young. Woman. Too blonde,” Fatima rattled off, sighing as they flipped through a series of series of pictures captured off of various surveillance cameras. “Ooh, he’s cute. But no spider tattoo.”

It was kind of tedious, but better than languishing at home. Or worse, being saddled with the good old cold case review.

“Hm, what about that guy? To the left, head down, gray jacket,” Deeks said, gesturing to the screen.

“Ooh, nice,” Fatima muttered. “Let me enlarge it. And that is definitely a spider tattoo. Alright, let’s see if we can get him at another angle and see his face.”

Five minutes later she announced,

“His name is Matt Bomer, no relation, and he lives in Reseda. Thanks, Deeks.”

“Great, let’s pick him up,” Deeks said, starting to get out of his chair.

“Nice try, but you know Kensi, Sam, and Callen would all kill me if I let you leave. I’ll have Tree go to his apartment.”

Deeks tilted his chin back, pursing his lips as he nodded. “Right. I forgot I’m on house arrest.” He hadn’t really expected for Fatima to actually fall for it, but it would have been nice.

“I’m really sorry, Deeks. Nothing would make me happier than if you could come with,” she apologized, true regret in her eyes.

“It’s ok, I was only joking. I’ll be fine here.”

“Ok. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

***

Deeks fully intended to behave himself. He left OPS after a few minutes, planning to log into his laptop only to find that someone had revoked his access. That was the final straw and he was filled with the kind of anger he hadn’t felt in years. He was shaking with it.

He grabbed a change of workout gear he’d never cleaned out of his locker, and headed for the gym.

His anger fueled him though a mile jog and a few sets of pushups before his energy started to flag. He pushed on, powering through some pull-ups.

“Hey man, aren’t you supposed to be taking it kind of easy?” Rountree asked. Opening his eyes, Deeks saw he was leaning against the wall as Deeks struggled through another set of pull-ups. His shoulders burned and he felt just a touch nauseous, but he battled through.

“I get sick of not doing anything every day,” Deeks responded, inhaling and exhaling twice before he pulled himself up again. “Besides, maybe I’ll finally get some rest tonight.”

“Didn’t you say you were tired all the time?”

“Heh, funny thing about this whole kidney failure thing; you can be completely exhausted but barely sleep. Lots of time to think over your life and all that while you slowly go insane from insomnia.”

Rountree just stared at him for several long seconds, seeming kind of shocked. “Wow, that sucks,” he finally settled on. Deeks couldn’t help it, he laughed, breath escaping in uneven gasps.

“Yeah, you could say that.”

Releasing the bar, Deeks landed on his feet with surprising lightness for how much his body ached.

“I thought you were supposed to be picking up our spider loving suspect,” Deeks prompted, settling a hand on one hip as he sucked in deep breaths. Rountree was kind enough not to mention it.

“Yeah, I’m waiting on Fatima. Callen wants us to go together since this guy has a history of violence.” He lightly clapped his hands together, a touch of awkwardness in the press of his lips. “So, I guess I’ll just hang out here til then.”

“I don’t need a babysitter,” Deeks informed him flatly.

“I know. Look, I’m not going to pretend I know what you’re going through. For all I tease you about being old, you’re still young, end you were healthy up to this point. It’s not fair and…I would be frustrated and angry too. But pushing yourself like this isn’t going to help.”

“Glad to know that you don’t actually think I’m decrepit. Be honest with me though, Devin. Would you be able to just sit back and put up with all the restrictions?”

Rountree hesitated. It was just a second or two, but it was enough, and Deeks nodded.

“And there it is,” he said with grim satisfaction.

“Deeks, that’s not what I—”

“Agent Rountree, I believe you have a suspect to retrieve.”

They both turned towards the authoritative voice, not having noticed Admiral Kilbride enter the gym in the midst of their discussion.

“Sir, I was just—”

“I know what you were doing, but I’ll deal with this situation,” Kilbride interrupted. “Agent Namazi is waiting for you. Thank you, Rountree.”

“Right,” Rountree said, eyes flicking to Deeks briefly. He looked dismayed, which Deeks really hadn’t intended. Rountree was just trying to look out for him. Even if it was freaking annoying. As Devin passed by on his way out, Deeks patted his shoulder, and said in an undertone,

“I appreciate the concern.”

Rountree offered a half-smile that was more grimace than anything, and made a hasty escape. Which left Deeks all alone with Kilbride.

Fan-freaking-tastic.

Hands clasped behind his back, Kilbride paced closer, silently observing the recently used equipment and then Deeks sweat-stained body.

“I see you’ve been making good use of your time,” he observed mildly.

“Just trying to keep busy,” Deeks responded just as lightly. “It’s a little hard to do anything else since I’m apparently blocked from all the NCIS computers and databases.” He cleared his throat pointedly, moving to clean off the weights and other equipment he’d used.

“Clearly that was a mistake by an overzealous IT. I’ll have it fixed by the end of the day.”

“I appreciate that, Sir.” Their relationship still might be on the very rock side most days, but Deeks had come to respect Kilbride for his integrity, if not his tendency to catch Deeks at his worst.

Kilbride pursed his lips, gesturing with his chin towards the bench press.

“Have a seat, Deeks.” Before Deeks could protest, he held his hand up. “That’s not a suggestion. To put it kindly, you resemble my Aunt Margaret post heart attack.”

“You always do have a way with words,” Deeks commented wryly, taking a seat because he was tired and didn’t have the energy to be overly stubborn for no reason.

“Something we have in common,” Kilbride said unexpectedly. He rocked back on his heels for a few seconds, observing Deeks again. “So far, I’ve tried to keep my distance with regard to your current situation. You have your family, and your friends to support you.”

Deeks didn’t say anything, not entirely sure where this was going. It was

true that Kilbride had largely been hands off, other than approving medical leave.

“However, I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation with Agent Rountree.”

“Sir, if you’re—”

“I’m not finished yet,” Kilbride said. “I’ve also heard through the grapevine, something that is entirely impossible to avoid in this office, about your team’s concerns. They seem to think you’re pushing yourself too hard, and not taking full advantage of the medical assistance at your disposal. “ He stopped then, eyeing Deeks expectantly.

“That’s not fully accurate. I just don’t want anyone turning their life anymore upside down than it already is on the small chance that it helps me,” Deeks explained doggedly. He’d gone over this so many times he was exhausted by the topic.

“I think they’d like to make that decision for themselves, Deeks.” Moving closer, Kilbride sat on one of the machines across from Deeks. He folded his hands between his legs, and offered his version of a smile. “In case you haven’t noticed it, this team would move hell and high water to help you.”

“I know.” He was humbled, and overwhelmed by that support. “But there, uh, a lot more to worry about than just my health,” Deeks murmured, looking slightly beyond Kilbride. All the other parts of his life were slowly falling apart along with his health.

Kilbride nodded with understanding in his eyes.

“What you need to worry about right now is getting better, Son,” Kilbride said, with more compassion than Deeks had ever heard from him. “When you get to the other side of this, rest assured that there will be a position for you on this team. It may not be quite the same, but you will be here. Because this team needs you.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Deeks swallowed heavily, not prepared for anything like that out of Kilbride. He’d expected a gruff speech about pulling up his bootstraps. Not compassion.

“And if you don’t do as I say, I will personally come kick your ass into shape,” Kilbride added, making Deeks laugh breathily. He nodded, once again beyond words.

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