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[quickhacked]

– Playground.

Characters >> Vitali Dobrynin (oc), a bunch of oc side characters Total >> 5.3k words Warnings >> Alcohol, drugs, NSFW (public :^/, unprotected, rough, mentions of other sexual activities which are most definitely questionable choices on Vitali’s end), some mentions of semi-gendered pre-op body parts on a trans man’s body Context >> Vitali is in college and has lost contact with both his family and his best friend, leaving him mostly to his own devices and he’s not handling it very well

‘Hey, that’s- that’s my dress!’

‘So? You’re not wearing it-’

‘You fucking slut- Give it back!’

‘No!’

Vitali found himself in a spacious bathroom, positioned at the double sink made from black marble in front of a large mirror covering most of the wall. He was surrounded by girls- Jen’s friends, people he did not know by name and did not want to get to know better- and largely ignored their high-pitched shrieking while carefully applying his eyeliner.

They had a party at a local BD club; a fancy one at that, one session costing nearly as much as three months rent, but with her parents’ money Jen had been able to rent the place for the night. The party itself would be anything but fancy, though- Vitali knew exactly what kind of people were going to show up, and already felt a bit sorry for next day’s cleaning crew.

‘You going to run off by yourself again, babe?’ Jen asked, popping up right next to him without warning and startling him to the point he nearly ruined his makeup. ‘We’re gonna smoke pot on the roof terrace with Stacey’s boyfriend and his chooms.’

‘Nick’s there,’ Vitali bluntly answered.

‘Gross! V, Jesus- Just come with me?’

‘Don’t wait up.’

Vitali cared very little for Jen’s plans. He did not even like her- and he knew the feeling was most definitely mutual, yet Jen kept him around because he was the only straight-A student willing to share his notes and homework with her.

‘Bite his dick off when you’re done with him,’ Jen said, plucking Vitali’s eyeliner out of his hand the moment he lowered it to put it down with the rest of his stuff. ‘Don’t let him use you like that.’

‘Paying customer,’ Vitali shrugged in response. ‘I need cash.’

Jen rolled her eyes. ‘Don’t we all.’

Vitali glanced around. Not really, no.

He quickly gathered all his hair behind his head and pulled it in a bun; his signature style at this point, but the only one he was comfortable with- while sober, at least.

Jen reached out for him again, eyeliner already back on the sink despite not having been used by her yet, and she opened the two top buttons of his cropped, short-sleeved button-up to reveal part of his chest. No binder, that night- or anything else for that matter- unnecessary, since no one cared anyway and everyone knew he was a man.

Those who dared to question it always ended up unrecognizable for a week or two.

‘If you’re gonna whore yourself out do it properly at least,’ Jen mumbled. ‘Already wearing long jeans- show some skin, babe.’

‘My tits are going to fall out.’ Vitali tried to protest, but Jen clicked her tongue over his complaining and pulled his light blue denims up a bit higher by the waistband.

‘They’re good tits, V. People should be grateful to get a glimpse of that.’

Alright, she had a point. Still, Vitali redid one of the buttons.

He stared at himself in the bathroom mirror while Jen grabbed his eyeliner again and leaned forward to start applying it. The other girls paid them no attention, still yelling at each other about their clothes and whoever it was they all wanted to hook up with that night-

Except for Stacy, of course. But if anything she was the only one there in need of a better output.

‘We finish at 2 AM,’ Jen said. ‘No minute later. Leaving for my father’s bar- we can get the good stuff there, then we’ll split up for Clouds and- well, whatever food place is still open, probably, for whoever doesn’t wanna go.’ A pause. ‘You listening?’

‘2 AM for afterparty at your father’s bar,’ Vitali answered, absently brushing a loose strand of hair out of his face.

‘Clouds after?’

‘No thanks.’

‘Whatever. Your loss.’

It’s a terrible place. I’m not losing anything.

Vitali clenched his jaw, but wisely did not respond anymore.

1:38 AM.

Vitali was wasted, yet unnoticeably so as always; looking as exhausted and absent as he always did, thousand yard stare into nothing while slowly navigating through the dense crowd of the club, face and arms by then already covered in neon body paint.

Wasted, and high; while he was not liked by his peers all that much, he had still been offered enough drags from joints for the effects to take place. He knew they still contained nicotine, and he had made someone the promise to stop smoking, but-

Well, that someone wasn’t there. Not anymore.

The music was loud, even with his earbuds in. Vitali had spent hours on the dancefloor already, first with Jen and some other girls, then with Jackie who had unexpectedly showed up- had briefly made out with him, even, two separate times- and then with a few random guys he had never seen before, some of which had also had the pleasure of getting a taste of Vitali’s lips.

He left the club’s main hall, darting into the hallway with the restrooms and braindance corners. Some people stumbled right into him and he was met with some laughter and yelled apologies- he politely smiled back and forcefully pushed them aside, moving deeper into the hallway.

His eyes were pulled into some of the BD rooms- people sitting on dirty couches wearing special headsets, hands stuffed in their own clothes, or others’ clothes- or hands explicitly traveling over bodies, clothes already on the floor- while making the most obscene noises, audible above the music.

Were it not for the man standing close by, waiting for him, Vitali would have joined.

He recognized him, even in the dark and with his limited eyesight now that he was under the influence of several things at once. A tall figure, broad-shouldered, pretty-faced- covered in neon body paint as well, several smudges decorating his cheeks and lips, telling Vitali he was not going to be the first of the night.

‘Vito.’

Nick could barely stand on his legs anymore, swaying from side to side as he reached for Vitali’s waist and dragged him closer, lips finding his with ease- he tasted like overly expensive wine, tobacco, and chewing gum.

‘Nicky,’ Vitali replied into the kiss, grabbing the man’s hips and dragging him with until his own back was pressed solidly against the wall of the hallway and they were out of the way for people passing by. ‘Where have you been?’

‘Around,’ was the only answer he received. Nick leaned in and pressed his lips against Vitali’s neck, hands eagerly traveling over his body- a man of actions, and especially when piss drunk he usually wasted no time.

Vitali hummed in response and rested his head against the wall as Nick began to grind against him; lips curled up into a small smile the moment he felt a bulge press prominently against his thigh.

‘Have been waiting for you,’ Nick mumbled, pressing their bodies together as close as he could while reaching for Vitali’s hair and undoing his bun. ‘Worried you wouldn’t show.’

‘Don’t.’ Vitali repositioned himself against the wall and shook his head a bit, hair dropping down past and over his shoulders, some strands falling forward and covering his face. ‘When I inevitably ditch you I will let you know.’

Nick grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged on it hard to tilt Vitali’s head up and to kiss the underside of his jaw. Vitali allowed him- strangely aroused by Nick’s rough eagerness, and strangely comfortable in his locked position against the wall.

He did not worry. If Nick would truly hurt him, Vitali could break his skull with ease if he wanted to. And Nick knew that.

‘Vito- Relax, baby.’

Nick had clearly noticed the remaining tension in Vitali’s body, and he looked up again and smiled. ‘Wanna grab a room?’

Vitali blinked slowly and glanced around- and made direct eye-contact with another guy a few feet away, chest pressed against the wall, hips rolling back into the thrusts of his partner.

He turned his head back to Nick and leaned closer-

‘Just get it over with.’

Vitali took out his earbuds and allowed the music from the club to swallow him whole, surrendering himself to the overwhelming sensations clouding his mind. Nick immediately pressed him hard into the wall, lips on his neck again, hands traveling down- briefly fumbling with Vitali’s pants before yanking them down- and finding their way to him, like countless times before.

‘Damn, baby,’ he breathed, his teeth grazing past Vitali’s skin and his fingers running over him. ‘Got nothing for me?’

‘Medication side effects,’ Vitali plainly answered, dipping his head to press it against Nick’s shoulder.

Motherfucker. You haven’t made me wet since your first chance.

Why Vitali kept coming back, he was no longer sure. He needed the distraction, he guessed- though plenty of men around to fuck, so why Nick?

Safety, familiarity. Nicky was not good, but he was desperate- and respectful as he could be, unprejudiced and surprisingly smart enough to know better than to use the wrong words in a certain context.

Yes, even when barely present anymore because of whatever he had been smoking or drinking. That was probably why Vitali couldn’t stay away.

Nick pulled the top buttons of Vitali’s shirt open, pushing the left of it aside to reveal part of his bare chest. Vitali allowed him to move his head down and get closer, press his tongue against him- and to grab his chest and squeeze hard while his tongue licked all the way back up to Vitali’s jaw.

Yes, it felt good. No, Vitali was not all that impressed anymore. Nick had a limited set of tricks which he cycled through and- even though Vitali always stayed open-minded and patient with others- it was starting to bore him a bit.

‘You look good,’ Nick breathed, fingers making a messy attempt at jerking Vitali off as his other hand ran through his hair again. ‘Dressed up for me?’

‘Sure,’ Vitali replied, gently tugging on his own shirt until the other half of his chest was also exposed to the hot and stuffy air of the club. Nick took the bait without hesitation, teeth grazing past Vitali’s hardened nipple as he moaned against his skin.

And Vitali surrendered again, raising his arms above his head and draping them over his hair as he rolled his hips forward on the beat of the music and allowed Nick to touch him wherever he pleased. His head was starting to spin a little, throbbing in his half-pulled down boxer briefs as he yearned for more stimulation, dry humping the air.

Oh, what a good distraction it was. No more worries about anything- just him, a partner- or two, or three, on other occasions- the heat between them and the building tension in his body. The loud music was a nice touch; as were the noises of other people’s pleasure surrounding him- at least, what he could hear of it.

Nick had lowered his own pants now, hand rapidly pumping up and down as quick relief- and he did not waste any time, grabbing Vitali’s underwear and pulling it down far enough to be able to force his legs apart and he rubbed himself eagerly over Vitali’s crotch, throbbing, and already moaning in his ear.

And then he slowly pushed in- ‘Mmh-! So tight…’- deeper and deeper- ‘Fuck, baby- feels so fucking good…’- and Vitali rolled his eyes as he wrapped his arms tightly around Nick’s broad shoulders, a quiet gasp leaving his lips when he bottomed out way too soon. A girl passed by them, her eyes finding Vitali’s- and she leaned over Nick, standing on her tiptoes, to kiss Vitali and push her tongue into his mouth.

A heavenly distraction from those first few thrusts, she tasted like sweetened liquor and candy- her hands soft and soothing on Vitali’s skin as she cupped his face and hummed contently into the kiss. She let go, yet kept their heads as steady in place as the light bounce of Vitali’s body allowed and she watched until his eyes glossed over, and a shaky sigh of relief finally left his lips.

‘Good boy,’ she mouthed at him, and for a split second Vitali wondered if she was even real- a complete stranger, like most others from earlier that night, yet so sweet and gentle to the point Vitali doubted her entire existence. Mind playing tricks on him, possibly-

But the girl kissed him again and that sweet, overwhelming taste of liquor and candy convinced him otherwise, and for a brief moment it was as if Nick was not there at all.

They parted, and Vitali sighed once more as he rested his face against Nick’s, hands grabbing the back of his hair as he was lifted up a bit at the next, deep thrust. He watched the girl take out a black marker, and allowed her to leave her number on the backside of his arm-

He would not call her back. She deserved better than him.

‘You’ve been saving yourself for me,’ Nick falsely stated between grunts as the girl wandered off again, his lips wet against Vitali’s skin and his hands tightly locking his hips in place.

‘Bold assumption,’ Vitali merely responded, vividly recalling his quickie in the communal restroom of the college dorm of Stacey’s boyfriend with said man, from only the day before.

‘Hey, now. Be nice.’

Nick slowed down, reaching up to Vitali’s face and grabbing his chin to tilt his head up- but Vitali instantly made a biting motion at him, causing Nick to quickly pull his hand back.

‘I am not nice,’ he said, hands moving down to the back and sides of Nick’s neck and he pulled him closer, applying light pressure as he did and causing him to moan quietly.

‘Now go on- Fuck me. I know you want to.’

Another quiet moan and grunt left Nick’s lips when Vitali tightened around him, and he continued- picking up his pace, and his force, and Vitali lightly winced when Nick lifted up his right leg a bit too high and his groin painfully protested.

Should see a doc for that.

‘Come on, baby,’ Nick grunted in his ear, squeezing Vitali’s thigh. He shifted position- finally hitting the right spot and Vitali gasped, grabbing the back of the other man’s shirt and pulling him closer as another hard thrust caused his teeth to clack together and his back to chafe the wall.

Yes, Nick was desperate- but so was Vitali, as embarrassing as it was for him to admit. Deprived entirely from the comfort he had once had when he had still been in high school- an emptiness in him that needed to be filled, but nobody could- nobody came even close- so he sought out distraction after distraction and took every opportunity he could get to feel something again.

And oh, it was not good- but it was good enough, locked against the wall, Nick buried deep inside him and holding him up by his ass, wildly chasing his own finish as he moaned Vitali’s name with closed eyes and red cheeks.

And he went deeper, and harder, finally forcing a moan from Vitali’s lips and causing his eyes to flutter shut. He arched his back, humming when Nick eagerly cupped his chest again- another shaky moan, and building tension- but it was not enough yet, not nearly close enough, but Nick’s release followed with a gasp and a relieved sigh into Vitali’s ear while he filled him up and lazily thrusted it deeper in.

Classic.

A pause, as Nick buried his face in the crook of Vitali’s neck, his hot breath heavy against his skin. Vitali reached for the man’s back pocket and found a lighter and a joint- he flicked it out, leaned over Nick’s shoulder to put it between his lips and he lit it, raising his eyebrows when Nick grunted and rolled his hips forward a final time, lifting Vitali’s body up a little as he pressed him tighter into the wall.

‘Not enough yet?’ Vitali asked, sucking in a breath and slipping Nick’s lighter into the chest pocket of his own shirt before leaning back against the wall. Nick did not answer him- instead, he held still again, both hands moving up to Vitali’s chest once more and his lips traveling back up to his jaw.

Yeah, he was far gone. But it mattered little to Vitali, taking another drag as he let his eyes wander into the hallway again; the boys next to them had finished up and slowly made their way past them, the taller one giving Vitali a wink when he walked by.

Vitali arched his back again to push his chest closer to Nick’s touch, the back of his head rolling over the wall as he looked up at the ceiling to expose more of his neck- but Nick pulled back now, his hunger finally sated, and an exasperated sigh left Vitali’s lips as he dropped himself back against the wall entirely and lifted his arm.

A glance at his watch- 2:19 AM.

Jen’s gonna kill me.

Nick pulled out and fixed his clothing, suddenly acting as if Vitali was not even there. Vitali merely watched- it was no new situation to him- and he left his joint dangle from his lips as he hooked his arms behind his back, waiting for Nick to finish and redirect his attention to him.

And he got what he wanted; of course he did. Exposed like he was- shirt open, pants down- in the hallway of a club no less- truly a sight for sore eyes, and Nick hummed as he grabbed Vitali’s waist and made him sway along to the music a bit.

‘You’re hot,’ he said, another smile spreading on his face as he leaned forward again.

‘I know.’ Vitali rested his head against the wall to avoid another kiss and puffed some smoke in Nick’s face. ‘Pay up.’

Even in the darkness Vitali could see a shadow wash over his face, but it did him nothing. He did not ask much- but he needed the money, already having lost his second job in a short period of time and his savings steadily running out.

‘Seriously?’ Nick huffed and mockingly rolled his eyes. ‘V, come on. We can’t keep doing this.’

‘No protection.’ Vitali took another drag from his joint and slightly turned his hips away when Nick squeezed his ass. ‘No prep. Did not even get to cum. Eddies- stat.’

Oh, now the man just looked pathetic.

Like a kicked puppy, Nick briefly removed his hands from Vitali’s body- eyes big upon learning he apparently was not the pleaser he thought himself to be. Vitali shrugged and reached down, to pull up his boxer briefs and pants again.

‘No- No, baby, wait,’ Nick immediately said and stopped him, then lowered through his knees. Vitali rolled his eyes again- but allowed Nick to wrap his arms around his thighs and take him into his mouth without hesitation; though Vitali knew it was no longer out of eagerness, but merely to get it over with.

And again it was nothing special- some sucking and prodding, fingers finding their way back inside but reaching not far enough to hit any good spot- but at least he was there, and in that moment it was better than having to do the job himself.

Vitali took a long drag and closed his eyes, humming along to the music as Nick worked. When he opened them again, there was someone else with them- a man, around his own age, staring without shame, and Vitali reached out for his hand and pulled him closer.

Kiss, after kiss, after kiss- no one ever stayed. Well, Jackie did- but they were friends, nothing more. Vitali did not want to let it get to that.

But it was good, to kiss- to get lost in it, to be that close to someone- and especially in that moment it was exactly what Vitali needed, a second set of hands on his body and lips against his own as Nick’s mouth between his legs finally started to cause more blood to rush down, arousal running through his torso.

Okay, it felt alright now. Whether it was the alcohol, the weed, the soreness, the kiss, his exhaustion- Vitali was unsure. But he did not care, either. He rolled his hips forward, grabbing a handful of Nick’s hair as he dragged him closer while breaking his kiss, the stranger briefly moving his mouth to Vitali’s neck before taking his joint from him and putting it between his own lips.

‘That’s it, baby,’ Vitali moaned, reaching for his own chest and squeezing, pretending his hand was someone else’s. Nick hummed against him, the vibrations tightening the knot in Vitali’s stomach, the building heat-

Another kiss, parted lips against his own, tongue finding its way into his mouth and he moaned again. Yes, it felt good- the warm, hazy feeling in his head more so than the act itself- it felt good to not worry, to not care-

And Vitali sighed as relief washed over him, eyes rolling back in their sockets and legs momentarily giving out, to the point only Nick’s hands were holding him up.

‘Dripping, now,’ Nick mumbled. ‘Good, baby- that’s what I like to see.’

Shut up, cunt. That’s mostly just your own fucking fluids, not mine.

Silence, as Nick slowly got back up on his feet. The other man was still there, leaving kisses on Vitali’s jaw and cheek, hand having found its way to his chest too and thumb rubbing over his nipple.

‘Meet me behind the club, ten minutes,’ he said into Vitali’s ear. ‘I can do much better.’

Vitali believed him. Yet said nothing as the stranger wandered off, with no intent on ever following him-

He deserved better than Vitali. Much, much better.

Nick leaned in- Vitali had momentarily forgotten about him- his lips still parted and glossy as he tried to kiss him; but Vitali pushed his fingers against Nick’s mouth and pushed him back, creating a distance between them.

‘Three-fourth of full price,’ he bluntly said.

A small discount. For a lousy orgasm.

‘You’re a fucking cunt,’ Nick spat at him, pushing him back against the wall and reaching down again- though Vitali was unsure with what intent exactly and in return grabbed Nick’s wrist before he could touch him, and he squeezed lightly as a warning while leaning in a little closer.

‘And you can’t get any bitches and feel the constant need to use me as your outlet,’ he merely responded, and Nick quickly- but forcefully- pulled his hand back. Vitali stared up at him for a second, then grabbed the man’s collar and dragged him closer, until their lips were practically touching while he continued to speak.

‘Now pay up before I break your pretty nose.’

Nick forcefully kissed Vitali, hands grabbing his hair and body locking him in place once more. Vitali bit Nick’s lower lip hard in return and pulled on his hair until his head was tilted upward, and Vitali could lick some of the remnants of cum- his own, but mostly Nick’s- off the man’s chin.

He watched as the outer rim of Nick’s irises lit up neon blue and a sum of money popped up in his view- three-fourth of the full price, and Vitali shot him a sarcastic smile as he loosened his grip on his hair.

‘For your fucking booze and drugs,’ Nick sneered.

For my meds and surgery. Thanks.

Vitali leaned in and kissed him again- but passionately this time, stealing the air from his lungs as he allowed Nick’s tongue free access, secretly longing for a more intimate moment between them- but knowing very well it would never get to any of that.

‘I’ll make sure to enjoy it more than I enjoyed you,’ he breathed into the kiss, and forcefully pushed Nick away from him.

It was all clear again, now. The hallway they stood in, the music from the hall next door- too loud, and not good at all- and the moans and cries of pleasure surrounding them, combined with the smell of bodies and the heat of the air and it all just made Vitali nauseous now.

‘You’re gonna die alone, in a fucking ditch next to the highway somewhere,’ Nick spat as Vitali fixed his underwear and pants. He reached for his shirt- but Nick stopped him, suddenly, pushing his hands aside to- right, first give another hard squeeze, classic- and then to fix his shirt for him, buttoning it all the way to the top.

‘Too much to fuckin’ handle,’ he muttered, only just loud enough for Vitali to hear. ‘Why’d you think no one stays?’

Vitali pushed Nick’s hands away. ‘Then why do you keep coming back?’

Nick said nothing.

Vitali stared at him as he gathered his hair again and put it back up in a bun, pushing himself away from the wall and slowly wandering off without breaking eye contact, until Nick looked away first. Vitali rolled his eyes and scoffed, and he began making his way away from the rest of the party, through the neon-lit hallway, toward the exit on the other side.

God, he was fucking stupid.

He was well aware of it- none of his behavior was good for him, but he cared so little now. He had nothing; nobody. Yes, Jackie, but- it was different now. Everything was different and there was nothing he could do about it anymore.

The hallway seemed to double in size before his eyes, stretching out as he stumbled forward and nearly crashed into another couple- he apologized, in Russian for some reason, and tried to continue walking but it was so crowded around him again suddenly he felt himself lose control again.

Hands grasped at him from all sides, continuously pulling him in- he allowed it to happen, stopping every few feet or so to kiss, to steal a drink, to take a huff from a joint- allowed two girls to suck several hickeys on his chest- allowed some guy to cup his cheek and softly set him down on his knees for a while, next to three others-

2:56 AM.

The exit was so close.

Vitali did not want to leave yet.

He sat on the floor, watching others- too tired to stand, or try to stand, or just move at all. Had another drink, or two, or three- someone straddled his lap for a bit, a classmate, they kissed him over and over until they fell asleep and he pushed them aside- grabbed someone else’s jacket from the floor and draped it over them as they quietly snored.

3:15 AM.

He wanted to stay.

He wanted to get lost again, lose himself- but he couldn’t, despite being as far gone as he was. Too far gone, perhaps; he was a bit nauseous, still, but merely sat unmoving, and watched-

More kissing, more strangers, yet nothing helped. He was dragged back to his feet- didn’t help, made him dizzy- he could barely stand on his legs and he just wanted to go to bed.

3:41 AM.

‘Come on, come with us!’

The girls were barely drunk compared to him and their laughter was actively hurting his head. They tried to pull him along- them and their boyfriends and girlfriends- to do whatever it was they were planning on doing in one of the BD rooms, but Vitali managed to free himself from their grips and stumbled toward the exit instead.

Oh, but he wanted to stay, and join them-

‘Hey, come on!’

A hand gripped his wrist tightly and he was yanked back. Vitali turned his head-

The guy was tall, and attractive. Hair color indiscernible yet hairstyle strangely familiar-

Mikhail?

Of course it wasn’t him.

But everything around him suddenly went quiet.

Vitali blinked, the music fading into the background as he stumbled and nearly fell. The guy tried kissing him- Vitali pushed him away, and when that turned out not to be enough of a hint he let his fist collide with the guy’s jaw, a sudden rush of adrenaline overtaking his body by the memory of his friend.

Leave.

He stumbled back, pushing himself past a small gathering of people- they just stared, and laughed, said things to him and about him to others but he could no longer understand any of it-

4:00 AM.

Vitali pushed himself outside through the back entrance of the club.

He gasped for air, inhaling the cool air of the early morning hours; nothing fresh about it, but to him it was similar to the air of a flowery meadow in comparison to the stench of the club.

It was raining a bit. It felt nice.

Vitali exhaled and looked up at the sky, allowing the rain to wash the body paint and makeup off his face. How tired he was now- how he longed for the comfort of his own bed, despite it being merely a mattress on the floor.

He tried so hard to not think about him.

But it was hard, still. Even after nearly a year of not speaking with him-

Vitali was unable to even finish his thoughts.

He had to go home. He didn’t care about Jen- no missed texts or calls, she didn’t care about him either- so he just had to get out of there, somehow, and he wasn’t even sure where exactly he was.

Somehow, this happened nearly every week. He gave in, gave too much, got too drunk and too high and his sex-addicted ass would make mistake after mistake after mistake until he regretted all his actions and just wanted to disappear; and then the next time it would happen all over again, memories haunting his mind and he needed to forget- and it worked, until it didn’t, and by then the memories had doubled and next time he would find himself chasing that same high again until his faults would swallow him whole.

And for what?

What the fuck was he missing?

He knew.

He knew exactly- but he refused to think about it.

It was his own fucking fault.

Tears welled up in Vitali’s eyes. He was thinking about him again- his bright crooked smile, his bright blue eyes- the gentleness of his hands, the softness of his hair- his arms wrapped around Vitali’s waist as they slow-danced in the kitchen at three in the morning, Vitali’s head resting comfortably against his chest-

He lost his balance and fell on his knees on the ground, his entire body shaking suddenly. He finally realized he was cold; and shivered, a choked sob leaving his throat.

Oh, how he missed him. An empty space in his soul that no amount of alcohol, drugs or sex could fill- but what else could Vitali do other than trying, knowing he was probably never going to see Mikhail again?

He screamed.

Startled himself with it, a bit; a loud, mournful cry echoing through the streets of Night City, catching nobody’s attention- yet he almost wished someone would hear, and he would no longer have to be alone.

Oh, how he missed him- he missed his jokes, his tics, his laugh- the warmth of his body next to him as they slept, the comfort of his arms as they took a bath, the softness of his lips, pressed against Vitali’s cheek-

They had not been together. Not at any point in time. But there had been no need for that.

Mikhail was the only one who had never walked away, and then Vitali had lost him-

And with that, he had also lost himself.

#nuclearwriting #ok. well. [gestures vaguely] there you go #college vitali is insane <3 good for him but also not #anyway that's not what this fic is about it's about the. the everything else. aha [dies] #he never realized how big of an impact mikhail had on him until he no longer had him. and that's making me insane #nothing he does and tries in college gives him that comfort back. and then when they reunite at arasaka. for a while it's just Different #it isn't until vincent comes in the picture that things start going back to how they used to be. remember that fic in which they fight? #that's basically when things start going back to normal. that's so many years i'm not okay i'm in shambles #also once again foreshadowing to vitali's leg being fucky. i think a year after this fic he needs surgery on it suddenly </3 #and a little parallel with the broker chapter at the end there tee hee. vitali and screaming as loud as he can is. something. yeah #nick is a nuisance throughout all those four years by the way. if you even care #jen gets worse. she doesn't talk to vito after this and then ends up inviting him to a party and he Thinks they can make things right #but then it turns out she wanted him there to humiliate him so. well. there you go #also once again vitali being called v when he was young is something that makes me soooo insane #also i'm not good at writing [redacted] so y'all will just have to deal with that. don't come for my ass i'm just a guy

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ravi singh fics please!! maybe x reader where she’s having a bad day and he comes over and they cuddle and watch a movie 🫶🏻

forever & always

ravi singh x fem! reader

when ur day falls into shambles, your boyfriend is there to pick up the pieces the best way he can

a/n: u dont know how happy i am to see a ravi request. he’s been on my mind lately esp cus my friend is reading the series !! he’s my top book bf next to peeta mellark 🫶🫶 thx sm for the request hope you enjoy !! p.s. i read the us version so it's gonna be based one that.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: mentions of small injury, minor blood, lmk if anything else

you collapsed on your bed the moment your knees hit the mattress. burying your face into your pillow, hoping the day just fades away. you arrived home, the house empty due to your parents still working. you were relieved because you truly had no energy to greet anyone - even the trudge up the stairs was a challenge enough.

your day had been rough, to say the least. you'd woken up late, sleeping past your alarms and snoozes. when you'd awoken you had less than twenty minutes to get ready, which meant no time to come up with a cute outfit. you slapped on some jeans, a cropped graphic tee, and jewlery and called it a day. you managed to put on some lipstick and mascara in the school parking lot before you ran to clas.

in the process of running, you also fell and scraped your knee; you didn't even check the wound because you were rushing to avoid the tardy bell. spoiler: your knee was crying in pain.

you were late by a minute, yet your first-period teacher had given you a berating in front of the whole class for it. even though he literally walked in a few seconds before you.

you went toward the back of the class to put your phone in the mandatory basket with everyone else's phone, and that was when you realized you'd left your phone at home. you mentally facepalmed yourself as you remembered you'd left it on your bed when you were hastily putting on your shoes. hopefully, ravi didn't require anything urgent that couldn't wait til you got home.

you later learned, after a random kid pointed it out, that you had a splotch of red on the knee area of your light colored jeans. turned out your skin had scrapped enough to draw blood.

at lunch, pip, the prepared person she was, helped clean your cut with anitbacterial wipes and put a bandage over your knee. cara even tried to get the red stain out, but it was smudged it further around your legs.

cara apologized profusely , but you brushed it off, telling her it didn't look that bad and they were just jeans. however, inside, you were ready to lose your last straw and mourn your favorite jeans. you swore you had the worst luck today.

you repeated it over and over in your head, school's almost over you can do this. but it was certainly not over for your luckless day. the librarian, who already hated you, dress coded you for your shirt, and sent you to the office. the principal was ready to call your parents to bring you a shirt, but you quickly said you had friend who'd be abe to give you one.

to be honest, you were even sure if cara or pip had any spare clothes, and to add to your misfortune, they didn't have any spare shirts. you were ready to break down right there and then, but held it off and reassured them it was alright.

you were ready to throw the towel in and call your mom and face her wrath for disrupting her at work when connor entered the conversation saying he had an unused gym shirt. it could've fit like adress on you, but you gratefully took it.

the final bell finally rang, signaling the end of the day. you didn't waste time in packing up and look for your car keys inside your backpack. but being so distracted led you to stumble down the school stairs. you were utterly humiliated and knew multiple people had witnessed the scene. you had no choice but to just get up and walk out.

traffic was horrible on the way home, and multiple angry drivers honking didn't help. when you finally parked into your home's driveway, you leaned your head against the steering wheel and burst into tears. the events of the day weighed on you heavily. suppressing all your emotions all day made everything you were feeling just come crashing down in that moment.

after half an hour, you were calmed down, but your eyes were swollen and your throat was sore. you prayed none of the neighbors witnessed your breakdown, you think you'd start crying again if that were the case.

now, you were in bed, exhausted from your crying, and ready to just sleep whatever hours of the day were left.

the moment you closed your eyes, your phone chimed, letting you know you received a text. you knew it was ravi because you'd set his notification sound to be different. you hadn't spoken with your boyfriend all day since you forgot your phone, so he likely was asking why you didn't send him your daily random school photo. but you were just too tired to pick it up and type of reply. you told yourself you'd take a fifteen-minute nap, then call him.

your slumber was disrupted when a force was shaking your body back and forth, the repeated call of your name in the distance. you were still somewhat mentally in your dream state, so you weren't quick to respond.

"y/n!"

"babe."

"light of my life."

"my little honey butter biscuit."

"huh?"

your sleepiness was starting to fade away, and you were able to deliver a somewhat coherent response. you had to blink a few times to focus your vision on the face before you. it took you a moment to process ravi in your vision, kneeling in front of the side of the bed where your head lays. "ravi? what are you doing here?"

you yawn as you sit up on your bed and stretch out your spine, turning to face ravi. you rubbed your eyes a bit to keep them from drooping. ravi then immediately engulfed you into his arms, pushing you back onto the bed.

you were thrown aback by the gesture, but you would never object a hug from your boyfriend, especially given the day you had.

ravi pulled away, sitting down next to you on the bed. "oh my god, i thought something happened. you hadn't answered any of my texts and any time i called you, it went straight to voicemail." ravi anxiously explained, holding your face in both his hands.

"i'm sorry," you gave an apologetic peck to his lips, "i was gonna text you when i woke up from my quick nap after school." you went to grab your phone from the corner of your bed. you clicked the power button a few times, but it wouldn't turn on. your phone was dead, the reason why your alarm didn't go off and ravi's calls weren't going through. the world had to be playing a prank on you at this point.

"quick nap?" ravi furrowed his brows, "it's already 7 pm."

"what?" you exclaimed, wide-eyed. how could it already be so late? you were going to take a half-hour nap to recover your energy. you still had homework and chores to do before your parents got home. you went MIA almost the whole day, likely why ravi was so worried and came into your house. with all the murderous events this town has faced, you felt guilty for having him alarmed. horrible girlfriend award goes to you.

automatically, your face made its way into your hands from guilt and frustration of every going wrong today. you sighed heavily, holding back tears threatening to fall. even though you had a full crying session before coming in the house, you still had tears left to shed. you were trying very hard to not cry in front of ravi.

ravi reached out toward you, putting a hand on your back and a hand on your knee, “baby, what’s wrong?” he voiced with concern.

"it's nothing," you responded in a cracked voice, suppressing all your emotions. a blatant lie, that didn't even convince you, and one ravi could see through.

"c'mon, it's obviously something if it has my girlfriend so upset about it. let me see your pretty face." ravi grabs your wrists and pulls them apart to uncover your sullen face. not having the energy to resist, you opted to face your head down to your lap and have your hair cover most of your face.

“dont hide from me baby.” he whispers to you. he parts your hair behind your ears and sees your face and then moves his hand to your chin, making you look up to him with watery eyes. “now, tell me what happened. or i’m gonna just stare at your really hard until you do.” he says the last part playfully, but you wouldn’t put it past him to actually do it.

looking into your boyfriend’s eyes was enough to spill your guts. and his genuine concern for you only made you love him impossibly more. you knew it was safe to cry your eyes out around him, so finally, you let your emotions through.

you choked up for a moment trying to get a word in, but all you could do was start with a miserable sob. you go to cover your mouth with your hands to reel some of it in, but hot tears are already coming down from your eyes.

immediately, ravi pulls you into his embrace, and onto his lap - your face now smushed into his chest. tears likely staining his graphic tee, but he didn’t seem to care. he rubs a hand soothingly along your back, cooing and shushing you in attempt to help calm you down. all you could do your hold onto him tight for comfort in your troubles.

it took you a few minutes before your cries were getting dulled and you were able to breathe steadily. ravi just held you the whole time, patiently waiting for you to settle, so you can recite to him the issue.

you sniffled and moved your head away from his chest, ready to finally have a proper conversation without interruption by your hiccuped breaths. ravi began wiping any wetness from your face with his hand, then removing hair from your eyes and putting it behind your ears. “do you feel better now?”

you nodded, taking a deep breathe to further calm yourself. he gives you a small smile then plants a quick kiss on your lips. “good, now tell me what has my girl all down in the dumps.”

you crack a smile at his corny phrases, slightly feeling better. you began to recount all of the day's incidents, starting from waking up late and ending with your hysteria in your driveway. all through it, ravi held you close, rubbing small circles on the side of your thigh in a calming manner.

“so that was my shitty day pretty much. it all sounds kind of stupid now that i say it out loud to someone. sorry for worrying you over dumb stuff like this.”

“hey, anything that makes you upset is reason enough for me to start worrying.” ravi’s hand trails toward the area of your knee still stained with some of your blood, “you know what, i’m boycotting stairs. i refuse to associate with anything that harms my girlfriend.” he responds in faux seriousness. you can’t help but laugh at his behavior and playfully slap his chest lightly.

“thank you. for being the best boyfriend ever,” you say with sincerity. only ravi was the type of person who could make you laugh after bawling your eyes out.

“well, i am quite ravi-singh-ing aren’t i?” ravi cockily boasts. he flips his wrist, flipping over imaginary hair dramatically.

you rolled you eyes, “oh god, are you ever going to let that go?” you one time joked his name looked like the word ravishing when he had written it down. ever since then, he loved to constantly bring it up to boost his ego.

“never. it never gets old. and you know what your amazing boyfriend proposes?” you wait for him to continue, “a movie to remedy your shitty day.”

you pretend to think about it for a moment, “okay, but i choose.”

ravi's mouth goes agape, “what! it was my idea.” he protests.

“yeah, but it’s my crappy day.” you counter back.

he narrows his eyes at you, and you give your best pleading pout, “fine, i suppose it's lady's choice tonight," he relents. "you should be ever so lucky to have such a gentleman as a boyfriend.” he adds in an overdone proper tone.

“yup. i’m just the luckiest girl.” and you meant it.

"now," ravi manured his way out of your bed and stood up. he proceeds to carry your bridal style, being careful of your knee, "let's fix up your little injury."

"babe, i can walk; my leg isn't broken." despite your small protest, you move to wrap your arms around his neck for stability.

ravi, with you in his arms, walks out of your room and toward your upstairs bathroom. "excuse me for being chivalrous." he states defensively, "you should be fawning over me with heart eyes at this moment." he says a matter of factly.

you give another eye-roll to his antics, "your right my bad, let me try again." you clear your throat for effect, "on my god, ravi, you're so dashing and charming, and your good looks just stun me." you exclaim with melodramatic affection.

ravi sets you down on the gray granite counter of your bathroom next to the sink. he looks at you with a crooked smile, "that's more like it. you just forgot to mention how you dream of me at night, but it's alright - i've sleep next to you enough nights to know how much you say my name in your sleep." he winks at you with he last bit of his sentence.

you lightly hit his chest, "are you gonna continue to admire yourself or put a bandaid on me so we can watch a movie?"

"while, i'd love to do the former, i'll go with the latter. actually," he pauses, and starts digging through his pockets in search for something, "aha! here, this should make your frown turn upside down." cue another eye roll for his corny humor. he opens his palm toward you to reveal a bandaid, a hello-kitty one.

you take it with a cheerful smile, "thank you, but why do you have this?" you look up at question him.

"you mean why do i carry bandaids for my accident-prone girl?" he rhetorically counters, while kneeling down in front of your bruised knee. "i just figured if you're hurt you can at least look cute being injured."

you can't help but smile at him lovingly as he replaced your dried bloody band-aid with the pink hello kitty one. to finish off, he places a quick kiss on it. "there, all better."

yeah, it was all better now.

-

"hunger games? again?" ravi questions exasperatedly. you two were currently settled under your bed sheets, facing your television. ravi is sat up with your head settled on his chest and his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

the netflix app was open, and the two of you were in the process of deciding on a film. well, you were picking, and ravi kept adding in his own personal opinion that prompted you that annoyed you enough to not choose a movie. netflix recently added the hunger games movies, and you couldn't help but want to watch it - no matter how many times you'd seen it with ravi already.

is having a movie about children dying and killing each other and government control as a comfort movie a red flag? maybe.

"are you judging me, your girlfriend, right now?" you challenge with an arched brow.

ravi holds a hand to his heart, "no, no, of course not. if my girl tells me to do something, then my only option is to obey," he replies mockingly.

you nod in approval, "exactly. glad you get it." you pat the top of his head as if he were a dog who just learned a new trick.

he mimics you and then tickles your side, causing you to jolt in your spot. "shush it, and put the movie on." you give him a glare but move to grab the remote next to you, pressing play to start the film.

as the movie began and went through, the two of you commented on scenes as they came on the tv.

"if we were tributes from the same district, would you kill me?"

"most likely." you say nonchalantly.

you scoff, "gale gets more annoying the more i watch this."

"i would kill for ceasar flickerman's job." ravi expressed.

"i just know you would've fallen off that tree on your own."

"ow!- ok sorry."

after a good three-fourths of the film, your eyes get heavier. yet, you try to remain awake and respond to whatever ravi was saying. but you decide to close your eyes for a moment, claiming you'd open them again when ravi says something. however, that never came to be because you were out like a light, the noise of violence and yelling from the screen lulling you to slumber.

"okay, this is a good movie, but i refuse to watch the sequel after this too." ravi frowns when you don't respond. "baby, i was just kidding, don't give me the silent treatment." he looks down at your body, then takes notice of your closed eyes and steady breathes.

he laughs, "of course, you fell asleep, not even surprised." he leans his head down and plants a kiss on the crown of your head. he whispers to your ear, "good night. hopefully, you have a better day tomorrow, and if not, i'll always be here to cheer you up."

@marigold-morelli

#ravi singh #ravi singh x reader #ravi singh imagine #ravi singh fic #ravi singh x female reader #a good girls guide to murder #agggtm #pippa fitz amobi #x reader #x female reader #x y/n #reader imagine #reader insert

[moonsunpenguin]

Ep11- Quick Thoughts

hmmmmm... Where do I start?

As usual spoilers ahead, please be warned.

This episode fell a little below the usual level of enjoyment for me. I guess, they are still trying to keep some stuff for the finale, but instead of hyping me up for it, it kind of gave the opposite effect.

TeeWhite

This episode gave us TeeWhite's story and they're super cute but I couldn't really enjoy their moment when the show basically tried (emphasis on 'tried' as I'm still holding out hope) to crush my hopes of an alive Non. (Please don't fail me show!)

Tee

We're shown how shitty Tee's life was. Since ep9, I could feel that Tee's backstory would be tragic, we were shown glimpses of it in the earlier episodes, but I didn't expect the lines he uttered this episode. I guess, the writers wanted us to see that Tee just wanted to be a normal teen- to have friends, go to school, but instead he had to work to make ends meet and take care of his Dad. Even to the point that he felt he's being his Dad's Dad.

The scene with Tee and his Dad was heartbreaking. A kid whose childhood was ripped away from him as he's forced to grow up fast and shoulder responsibility will always pull at my heartstrings.

White

So... White is indeed just white. He's just an innocent civilian caught in the crossfire.

Phee

Hmmmm... I guess all I can say for him this episode is that, he really is the typical hero. Kind of weird to have one in a slasher but...

It's just that, I had hoped the plot holes in ep10 were actually intentional but I guess they're just plot holes and inconsistencies. (Still trying to hold out hope for the finale but I'm not expecting anything much at this point).

New/Tan

We finally got how much Non's disappearance affected New from New himself. We already knew the things that happened to New in the past 2 years since Non disappeared but aside from his attempt at inhaling too much of his concoction we never really hear him talk about how great his loss was. He really had nothing left to lose. This trip was really a do or die for him.

Non

I just want to give him a hug through the screen. He just suffered so much and for what? His questions to Tee were all on point. Why was he targetted? Why was he bullied to that extent? What did he do to deserve it?

We could see how his words also affected Tee, how the guilt of everything he did to Non was already creeping up on him. But what's the use of Tee's guilt now? Non's life was already in shambles.

It was really sad to watch Non slowly losing hope. How he looked like he just stopped trying to live. And it was doubly sad to know that he thought his family didn't care about him. That to them he was just a loser that always get into trouble and he's nothing like his golden child older brother. (Oh, Non, if you only knew how your brother raised hell to find you!)

It just really hurts how he thought no one loved him.

Do I still think that Non is alive after this episode? Yes, I'm still holding out hope. (Once a clown, always a clown... and that letter was cryptic!).

Will I be disappointed if he isn't? Not really. At this point, I have lowered my expectations of the show. With this episode, I'm now accepting that some inconsistencies could just be plot holes and production errors and not an elaborate scheme to a grand reveal of sorts.

Do I still expect a twist in the finale? Maybe, but I'm not expecting it anymore. I feel like the show's gearing up to give an ending where some of the boys will get their redemption and not punishment.

#Holding out hope the finale won't be disappointing #It won't be the first show to hype me up the first 10 eps then let me down in the last 2 #Prove me wrong DFF #dead friend forever #dff the series #dff #dff spoilers

[buttered-baguette-writes]

What You Like

By some miracle Eddie, Steve, Robin - the entire Party - made it out of the whole Upsidedown ordeal alive. And with things ended for good, the creepy vine bastard dead, and the interdimensional doors closed for good, there's only one thing for them to do. Live. The kids, no longer kids, are able to hang out without an over looming apocalypse. Eddie and Steve are getting closer. Steve's excited to have another friend that he doesn't babysit and Eddie's glad that the Party didn't drop him after everything was over. And Robin, our favourite supportive lesbian, realises that she is best friends with not one but two dinguses.

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The Harrington house looked like it did every year when the festive season finally rolled around. Cold, empty, and perfectly rich. It, like the rest of the town (the parts not in shambles), seemed tired. Like the buildings themselves had had a rough night. Yet as the chilly breeze swept through the area, everything was the same.

Almost.

The Harrington’s had finally decided to desert the hellhole town known as Hawkins, Indiana and never look back. They left the house, and with it, their only child. Though as far as anyone was concerned, Steve Harrington was only their son by DNA. Because Steve wasn’t some rich kid destined to takeover daddy’s company. No.

He was Steve Harrington, ex-king of Hawkins High, resident babysitter extraordinaire, and badass monster killer – who loved his little mismatched family more than his parents loved anyone.

Which was why he was standing outside on the front lawn. Scattered around him were boxes caked with dust and full of decorations that he hoped weren’t broken. He hadn’t opened most of them yet, having wanted to put the Christmas lights up before doing anything else. But when he found them, he sighed heavily at the mess of wires and tiny bulbs.

Meaning he had been standing with his arms crossed, frowning for the past few minutes as he watched the daylight start to hide behind dark clouds. It was going to rain.

Steve scuffed his shoe on the drive, scolding himself for trying to start decorating the whole house that late in the afternoon. He got the idea as soon as Dustin hung up the phone earlier after having successfully convinced Steve to host a Christmas party.

And with his parents gone, he could go all out for the kids.

There were only two good things that his parents had ever done for him: Make him work to pay for the car (that’s in his name) so that he met his favourite lady. And, legally giving him the house once they left.

Before he could feel bitter about his parents, music caught his attention.

Specifically loud music that was later joined by the rumbling of a car. Finally turning away from the house, Steve let a small smile pull at his lips as he watched a van pull into the drive next to his beamer.

Eddie was immediately in his personal space, an excited smile on his face. He was wearing his usual get-up – dark band tee, leather jacket, a billion and one silver accessories. And tight black jeans with rips all over them.

Steve wondered how the older boy wasn’t cold.

“Heya, big boy.”

Steve’s eyes snapped to meet Eddie’s, feeling like he was caught doing something. But he wasn’t. Definitely wasn’t. “Hey man,” was his eventual reply.

Eddie just smiled brighter at him, if that was even possible. The metalhead glanced around before his eyes settled back on the jock. Oh, if high school Eddie could see him now, friends with the Steve Harrington, the preppy jock.

“What are you doing here?” Steve asked.

Eddie’s eyes widened as he flopped himself onto Steve, all but hanging off him. “Have my castle visitations been abolished? Am I banished to only see you with the children present? You wound me Harrington.”

Steve was trying very hard to give an unimpressed look to the other boy but ultimately failed. They both grinned at each other, staying like that for a few moments. Then Steve lightly elbowed him, and Eddie yielded, putting some space between them.

Minimal, but still space.

“Well, I was going to annoy you or Robin at work, but now I’m here.”

Steve crossed his arms. “Is it your daily goal to annoy me?”

“Hmmm, something like that,” Eddie said.

Steve scoffed but there was no heat behind it. He actually liked hanging out with Eddie, given he only had five adult friends. Well, if he included Argyle, though they didn’t really speak all that much.

“Watcha doing out in the cold?”

Steve ran a hand through his hair before gesturing vaguely at the house.

Eddie was delighted to realize the younger’s hair had no product in it.

“I was going to decorate the house...”

Eddie whistled. “All by yourself?”

“Well, yeah, of course. But the lights are beyond tangled so I ended up just glaring at them.” Steve admitted. It was as if a child had played with the lights and then dumped invisible glue over everything.

“Want some help?”

“Sure, grab a box. Put everything inside.”

Eddie was moving instantly, bending down and picking up a box with ease. No matter what, Steve was always surprised by his strength. He knew the metalhead wasn’t just skin and bones, but there was just something that pinged around in his brain when he saw Eddie doing certain things.

Steve also noticed, without fail, how the long curls bounced when he walked and fell over his shoulders. Or how they would fall over his chest when he titled his head to the side.

“Coming, Stevie?” Eddie asked. It was a fair question since Steve hadn’t moved an inch. But there was something about his tone – knowing, teasing him. But once again, Steve knew he wasn’t doing anything.

Or maybe he was? He’d figure it out. Not today, and with luck (aka Robin) before the end of the year.

Steve took quick steps to get ahead of Eddie, opening the door before heading back for a box. They made quick work and made it inside just as rain started to fall.

Within minutes a heavy storm was raging on outside.

Eddie plopped himself down on the living room floor, surrounded by the dusty boxes. He idly searched through the ones closest to him. He clicked his tongue when he saw the state of the lights.

“You want to watch a movie or?” Steve asked.

“And here I thought we were going through all your Christmas goodies.”

Now, Eddie may not be the best when it came to socialising. He may miss some cues or scare people off with his tendency for the dramatics. But, give him enough time and he would be able to figure people out. He knew how to deal with the kid’s different attitudes. He had his suspicions about Robin while they were still in school. He knew how his bandmates ticked.

And after spending so much of his free time bugging Harrington, he knew the younger boy as well. He knew Steve loved the kids no matter how annoyed he acted. He knew he liked to cook and bake, trying to do better with each try. Eddie also knew that Steve didn’t ask for help often.

Which is why he wasn’t surprised when Steve tried to pass off his offer and tried to convince Eddie to just hang out.

“It’s fine, princess. Besides, it’ll take you years to undo these lights,” Eddie said, grin growing.

“Thanks,” Steve said softly. His brain got stuck on the word ‘princess’, an alarm going off before he rebooted. He pointed at a finger at the metalhead with an accusatory “Hey!”

Eddie just laughed and pulled the lights out of the box.

Within half an hour, they were both sitting on the floor. The coffee table and some boxes were pushed against the wall, leaving them with heaps of working space. Steve was organising ornaments so that it’d be easier for him to find things when he eventually put them up. Eddie was next to him, getting through the lights surprisingly fast.

“How are you so good at that?” Steve asked once he was done with his pile of ornaments.

Eddie hummed, nimble fingers still working away. “It’s my secret talent. I’m the next Houdini.”

Steve tilted his head, parted his lips and…hesitated. He remembered his teachers when he didn’t know something simple. He remembered all the girls that tried to help him with his homework (though that was their cover story for wanting to sleep with him). He remembered Nancy’s face when she got frustrated with him during their little study sessions.

For a scary second, his brain tried telling him that Eddie was like them all.

“You’re the next who?”

Eddie smiled at him. He thought Steve looked adorable like that; head titled, soft hair falling in all the right places. Eddie wanted to —

“Houdini,” he repeated. “Famous magician and escape artist. Always getting out of everything.”

Steve nodded, quiet, and then,

“Is that why you have the handcuffs? For escape things?”

Eddie barked out a laugh, dropping the lights in his hands. He sobered up when he noticed Steve frowning. “Sorry,” he said softly. “No, I have those for other reasons.”

Eddie watched the lines on Steve’s face soften before a different look of confusion captured them.

“Why do you have cuffs then?”

“Souvenir from Indy.”

Steve stared at him.

Eddie started playing with his hair under the attention.

Steve crossed his arms. “That is not the only reason,” he said, sounding confident.

“I don’t think you wanna know Stevie.”

“I do.”

“Why?”

“I’m curious.” Steve admitted. He didn’t mean to pry into all the little details of Eddie’s life, but he was curious. He was curious about all his friends. Besides, him and Eddie had had many late-night talks about some heavy, personal things after the shitshow they went through. He just wanted to know more.

It was just like with all his other friends.

“I don’t want the gremlins parents coming for me for corrupting their nice babysitter.”

Steve gaped at him before huffing. “I’m 20, I know about sex,” he said, guessing that was what it was about. What else could he possibly be talking about? “I am not innocent, you know.”

“Oh, but you are, big boy,” Eddie replied, leaning closer with a big, cheeky grin.

“Try me.”

Eddie’s eyes darted all over Steve’s face, then all over his body. He let out a breath before pushing himself off the ground. He needed chips, or pop, or a beer.

“Fine,” he conceded. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“So…” Steve said, trailing behind the older boy. He stopped at the kitchen entry, standing there awkwardly until he watched Eddie sit on the counter. He silently joined him, smiling when a can of soda was handed to him.

“What’s the craziest thing you’ve done in bed?” Eddie asked. There was no point beating around the bush.

Steve nearly choked on his drink. He swore as some bubbles went up his nose.

“So it is a sex thing?”

“Yep. And since you were so curious, I’ll explain it. Buuut, you can tell me to stop at any time,” Eddie said. He was fine giving Harrington some impromptu education, but he didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable.

Steve nodded.

Eddie nudged his arm.

“Oh, the question.” Steve fiddled with the tab of his can. “I don’t know, nothing?”

Eddie opened his mouth, but it snapped closed a millisecond later.

“I let a girl bite me once though. Does that count?”

“Yes it does, Stevie,” Eddie said, his usual bright smile pulling on his lips. “She probably liked it, and hoped you liked it too.”

“Liked it?”

“The feeling, the pain, or the marks it left behind,” Eddie listed off on his fingers. In a second, two of his fingers were pressed against a spot on Steve’s neck, applying the softest pressure but enough that it made Steve’s brain hold up a flag. “If she did it right here, where it’s sensitive, it���d feel real good. And, it would be a bitch to hide the mark without makeup.”

Steve felt himself swallow and before he knew it Eddie’s hand retreated.

Steve stared at nothing for a few seconds. Finally, he asked, “People like that?”

“There’s a whole world of kinky freaks out there. This isn’t even the tip of the iceberg.”

“Kinky…” Steve mumbled to himself. He swore he had heard that word before, but he couldn’t remember exactly what it meant. “Okay. But what do you do with the cuffs?”

“Well,” Eddie started and Steve saw something change. It wasn’t entirely noticeable, but there was a new glint to Eddie’s eyes and the slant of his smile seemed more, well, predatory.

Not that he knew the differences between all of Eddie’s facial expressions. No, Steve didn’t know that much about him.

“If the guy is willing, I put them on him. Behind his back, above his head, to the headboard of their bed. They let go of their control and give it to me.”

Before Steve could respond, the phone rang, making the younger boy abruptly slide off the counter.

Eddie watched from his seat as Steve talked with Dustin’s mom over the phone. He figured it was about the Christmas arrangements that Dustin said he was planning on getting together. And by all the talk about coordinating food and making sure all the kids would have a ride to Steve’s house, he figured the little bugger had gotten exactly what he wanted.

But hey, Eddie didn’t mind being part of a weird little family. He had his Uncle Wayne. He did have his band members, but they were all off to college although none of them were certain it was going to stick. But now he would always have his little family of trauma-bonded teenagers and a sprinkle of reasonable adults.

As soon as Steve put the phone down, Robin’s voice suddenly came from the depths of his pockets.

Eddie smiled, amused as Robin trashed their boss’s existence before telling Steve that they were now working the closing shift. No ifs, ands, or buts.

“Come pick me up. And don’t spend half an hour styling your hair! Literally none of our customers care about your hair.” She said then promptly disconnected their walkie-talkies.

Steve sighed, looking back at Eddie. He was pouting.

The Steve Harrington was pouting because he didn’t want to go to work, and his best friend told him to leave his hair un-styled. He looked like a sad puppy.

“You heard the lady,” Eddie said as he finally hopped off the counter. “Better hurry.” Eddie laughed when the other boy pouted harder. “See ya later, Stevie.”

Steve watched him go. As he looked out the windows, he was glad to see the storm had let up.

…

“That slimy bastard! How the hell does he even work here? How the hell is he our boss?!”

“Robs.”

“He left his half-eaten sandwich in the breakroom. The backroom is now beyond a mess. And what the fuck did he do with the bucket? How are we supposed to catch the drip if we don’t have a bucket, Steve?”

“Robs.” Steve said softly. “I know he sucks but chill. I cannot listen to you rant about him all night.”

Robin threw an m&m at him. “You love my rants.”

The bell above the door rang and Robin was suddenly nowhere to be found. Steve sighed, bracing himself to deal with whatever annoying customer decided to come to Family Video that late in the pouring rain.

“Welcome to Family Video, what—”

“Hiya Harrington.” Eddie Munson was splaying himself over the counter in the time it took Steve to turn and face the door. His rings clinked against it, hair pooling around his head.

“What’re you doing here Munson?”

“I came to see you and the birdie,” Eddie said, grinning up at him.

Steve couldn’t help it, his own smile mimicking the other boy’s. “Miss me that much?”

“Always, baby.”

Steve felt his head swim, knowing his cheeks were a noticeable pink. There was no denying it. But he ignored it – it didn’t mean anything. “Weren’t you going home?”

“Aw, you thinking about me Stevie?”

“Get off it, Munson,” Steve said, lightly pushing the others face away.

Eddie rolled to the side before snapping up right. He leant his elbows on the counter then. His smile was cheeky and bright as he stared Steve directly in the eyes. There was an unnamed tension surrounding them, but it wasn’t strong enough to drown out the feeling of their usual banter. “Anything you want, princess,” Eddie said with a wink.

Steve’s face grew hotter.

He didn’t know if he was thankful or annoyed when Robin came out of the backroom and effectively took the attention off him. He didn’t know why he would be annoyed in the first place. Whatever was happening in his mind, he and Robin would decipher it later.

At that moment, he had a bucket to hunt for.

Part 2

#fanfic #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #discussions of kink #what you like

[safetycar-restart]

(He knows around what time you get home and so he'll go sit on the balcony and watch the cars come down the street, watching for your car so he knows when you get home. He'll be in happy tears by the time you get up to the apartment, so happy that his mommy his home!!)

OH GOSH NOW THIS. THIS IS IT. PLEASE I'M IM SHAMBLES. i HAVE to talk about this seperately, happy charles thoughts have taken over me!

this just screams charles, for some reason? like, i can definitely picture him on the balcony, in his soft cotton tee that smells like you, watching the cars pass by through the beautiful place he calls home. he's looking down with a smile on his face, knowing that any moment now, your car will pass by, and his mommy is going to be back to give him some kisses and cuddles!

once he sees your red ferrari pass by (the one he got you, by the way), he just squeals and jumps up and down a few times, before hurrying down the stairs of your guys' apartment building to wait for you in front of the entrance. he's buzzing with excitement by then, so happy you're finally home, with him.

you get out of the car, and charles immediately runs over to you, and into your arms. oh, how he missed you! when you pull away to cup his face and give him a kiss, he's smiling from ear to ear, cute little dimples on display. he's so happy and relieved to have you back, it's like all his worries are gone now that you're here.

you bring him in for a kiss, and he's giggling all throughout it! he's so excited, he has to pull away to kiss all over your face. though, that's followed by a "your turn, mommy!" and you take no less than a second to grab his pretty face and kiss all over it. he's blushing during it, ducking his head and telling you how much he missed you.

he takes you upstairs, opens the door for you and all, like a real gentleman. he waits for you to change into some comfortable clothes before hopping into bed with you, ready for some cuddles. he's laying on your chest, telling you about his day and how he was "so bored without you, he could have died!" he just constantly craves physical attention, kind of like a baby. he was deprived of it for so long, and now that you're giving him so much love and affection, he can't help but live without it for more than, like, 5 minutes.

he's just basking in your attention right now, the tv playing at a low volume in the background, the sun shining through the open balcony door of your bedroom, your soft hands running through his hair just how he likes it. he's relaxed, calm and content, because he knows you're there to take him through the rest of the day, and that he doesn't have to worry about a single thing now. he's in love with the best person ever 💗.

- 📓

Ok I have other asks to answer but I simply MUST answer this right now because it’s so fucking cute I am obsessed with this. It’s so Charles and so cute.

It’s actually pretty common for you to get home before Charles if Charles is in Monaco. Charles tends to work early and end up back home before dinner, whereas you often find yourself working late.

And so yeah, Charles will always be watching the cars coming down the road when it’s around the time you get home. He just wants to see his mommy’s car!!!

He’s smiling to himself as he sits there, so so happy that you’ll be home soon (also, if you ever work later than normal you must be sure to message him about it, because otherwise he’ll just be sitting there for hours, waiting for his mommy to come home).

You’re always telling him that he doesn’t need to run to the elevator and come all the way down to where you’re parking parking the car, but he always does it. It genuinely makes him so happy to run down to you.

He’s always waiting by your parking spot by the time you get there, smiling so wide cause his mommy is home!!!!

God bless the security guards who watch the security camera footage on parking level 3 because the they have seen far too public displays of affection. Because Charles just HAS to kiss his mommy immediately, hugging you tight and pressing kisses all over your face and then requesting that you do the same.

Only then will you be allowed to finally leave the parking and head back up to the apartment. He always carries your bag of course, you’re not even allowed to carry your own car keys once you arrive home. Cause that’s what he’s for!! He’s a good boy, so he looks after his mommy.

You get to have a nice shower or bath while Charles makes you a cup of tea and a snack. It’s always a surprise what type of snack you’ll have, sometimes it’s an apple or some biscuits or some veggies and hummus or a muffin. He loves surprising you and is always looking for new things for it. He also gets very upset if you tell him you’re not hungry and don’t want a snack.

Because he must give you a snack!! He’s a good boy!!!

Once he has that ready, he cuddles in bed, smiling to himself and listening to the sounds of the water coming from the bathroom. Cause his mommy is home!!!!!

He requests more kisses when you exist the bathroom, and then allows you to get changed in peace (well, relative peace, because he’s still watching you of course).

You drink your tea and eat your snack while he tells you all about his day. Even if he’s had the most basic day ever, just worked out and did some media and came back, he’ll still tell you all about it!!

Then he’ll cuddle into your chest and hear about your day as well. And you MUST tell him about your day. He doesn’t care how boring your day was, you must tell him.

Everything from that moment on is absolutely perfect, he can just lay in your arms, feel you play with his hair and run your hands across his back. He’s so plaint against you, not an ounce or tension in his body. The cuddles are so important to him, helping him calm and relax, letting him completely decompress.

It often turns sexual, but honestly it doesn’t have to be. He’s just so happy in your arms, not a single worry because his mommy is there to protect him. Often you’ll cuddle there until you decide you have to have dinner, and then you’ll order something or Charles will help you cook. After dinner things almost always turn sexual, because now he’s safe and happy and he’s caught up with his mommy and he’s had his dinner and now it’s time for fun.

Of course this ritual isn’t always possible, one or both of you often have evening plans, and often you’ll both have the same evening plans because you’re always each other’s plus ones. But Charles always wants to go through this ritual at least once a week if possible.

And he’ll often turn down friends requests to go out specifically so that he can spend the evening in your arms, hearing about your day and just being a good boy.

#sub!charles #cl #soft soft vibes #f!reader #📓 #nsfw.

[asumofwords]

Tee!!! I followed you recently and the story has me in shambles😭💔 You are a talented writer and I am in awe at how you update almost every single day while maintaining the high quality of your writing!!! You've no idea how many times I wanted to go Dracarys at the Greens!!! Ugghhh!!! Daemon where are you?! I also can't wait to see Aemond go batshit crazy and destroy Aegon.

(P.S- Can I please be added to the taglist?)

Omg 🥺🥺🥺 thank you so much!! I am so happy that you are enjoying it 🖤🖤🖤

We all want to kill them all!! Will add you to the tag list 🖤🖤🖤

[saetoru]

tee i am suffering bc i have to skip haitham HE DOESNT MATCH WITH MY PLAY STYLE i am in shambles i need to reside inside his chest right beside his heart

i am looking at his banner like i am a soldier on war looking at my wifes photography on a locket longingly

WHY DOES HE NOT MATCH WITH UR PLAYSTYLE his playstyle is VERY FUN AND STTAIGHT FORWARD u have to gaslight urself u love it IDC OKAY. ENJOY IT BC I SAID SO AND PULL HIM. also he’s soooo good he’s the best i love him he beats everyone for me GET HIM RN

#asks! #WHAT ABOUT IT #IS NOT TO LIKE #EXPLAIN

[ijhyo]

hi bestie~ do you have any fic recs of things you’ve enjoyed these days? i read all of your stuff and i KNOW you have an awesome ✨taste✨

hi anon! u flatter me ily, but yes i do! im just going to drop fics regardless of group bc u didn't specify but yurr. also i havent read any fics lately so this is gonna be like v short i fear

death valley by @soobisms - hands down the best jay fic ive ever read, thena opened google docs with something to prove. ive sung my praises in a rb for this fic already but its just so well written and such a fun read, i love it [fluff, s2l, jay - enha]

dd, ihj by @hyukaas - thee mira fic IDK. if u haven't read this u have to its life changing. mira sat down with the president of enhablr and said "i want to make history" and that's what this is. u an engene on the blr? [angst, e2l, jungwon - enha]

project golden boy by @yyx2 - lives changed. moablr down in the dumps, the fandom in shambles. we needed a win. we needed a hero. ky was the avatar. idk i just love this fic beom here is so <3333. launched ky into super stardom! [fluff, s2f2l, beomgyu - txt]

i'll save you (again) by @jayflrt - what do you know about spiderman? you write a spiderman au that follows the petergwen print and u got me. this did that and then some! i was simping over jake yall. like cmon. the action is so good, the pacing keeps u on ur toes like u gonna have a blast. this went platinum in my home [superhero au, e2l, jake - enha]

anything by @tyunni - mays hcs r something serious like his mind is a bit too large and hes right like 90% of the time

anything by @keisl0vergirl - tees bts hcs r just tew good im obsessed i reread them every now and then its true

#anon ·˚ ༘ #message received ✓ #this is serious business for me #if u not here nothing personal my memory just shit 😭

[aloneinstitute]

Ay up folks, its Yorkshire Day! A celebration every year on 1st of August of this wonderful, diverse and culturally rich part of England.

Yorkshire ties as my favourite region in England with Northumberland and I flip flop between which one we want to end up living in (The Yorkshire Dales or the Northumberland coast). From its wild moorlands of Bronte country, to its bustling industrial mill towns of Leeds and Halifax, to its beautiful seaside towns and fisherman’s villages, the rolling hills and drystone walls of the Yorkshire Dales and beyond it isn’t hard to see why Yorkshire has earned the moniker “God’s own country” by its proud inhabitants. So to celebrate this wonderful place here’s a few facts about York’shr.

Yorkshire is the largest county in the UK and covers a large part of Northern England, that’s a whopping 2.9 million acres- ee ba gum!. It is BIG, so big that over the years it was often subdivided into smaller jurisdictions for admiration purposes, most notably the areas of North Yorkshire, South Yorkshire, West Yorkshire and the East Riding of Yorkshire. While each of these regions certainly has its own distinct geography, accent, culture and history to explore, Yorkshire as a whole has always continued to be recognised as a geographic territory and cultural region. Yorkshire may be big now but it used to be bigger! Until 1974 it covered parts of what are now County Durham, Cumbria, Greater Manchester, Lancashire and the Tees Valley. Yorkshire also has nearly a third of the total area of National Parks in England (the North York Moors, most of the Yorkshire Dales and part of the Peak District) covering a fifth of the region’s land area.

Yorkshire also lays claim to being home to some of Britain’s ‘oldest’ things including the oldest known city in Britain, Ripon, which was granted a charter by at least 886. Scarborough on the coast was Britain’s first seaside resort, established in 1660 after the discovery of the ‘healing’ spring waters which later would form the spa. The oldest registered visitor attraction in England is Mother Shipton’s Cave and Petrifying Well in Knaresbough, North Yorkshire which has been welcoming tourists since at least 1630. Sheffield FC is the oldest football club in the world founded in 1857. The county is also home to Britain’s oldest pub (and perhaps the oldest pub in the world), The Bingley Arms in Bardsey dates from AD 953 to the days of the Vikings and has been serving beer for over 1,000 years. Speaking of pubs, Yorkshire is also home to England's highest pub, The Tan Hill Inn which sits 1,732 ft above sea level at a point where the counties Yorkshire, Durham and Cumbria meet. You might recognise it from the Christmas Waitrose advert where everyone got snowed in!

As well as the ‘oldest’, Yorkshire lays claim to some other great feats! The county has over 2,600 ancient monuments of national importance (14% of the English total), 800 conservation areas and 116 registered parks & gardens. The North York Moors Railway is the longest steam operated railway in the UK, with over 18 miles of track running through the countryside from Pickering to Whitby. The city of York has the longest city walls in England, at three miles long, and they enclose an area of around 263 acres. York Minster is the largest Gothic cathedral in Northern Europe, it took 252 years to build in its present form and contains 128 medieval stained glass windows and York’s Shambles is considered to be the best-preserved medieval street in Europe.

The emblem of Yorkshire, the white rose of the House of York is instantly recognisable for many and flies on flags across the county. The county is well known for its distinct culture, from its dialect to its food. This county gave us Parkin, Yorkshire curd tarts, Wensleydale cheese, Pontefract cakes and by far its most outstanding contribution to English culture; the Yorkshire pudding which makes up THE MOST IMPORTANT part of our Sunday dinner!

The unofficial anthem of Yorkshire is the popular folk song On Ilkla Moor Baht ‘at (“On Ilkley Moor without a hat”) which showcases some of the distinct words and pronunciations the region is known for. The dialect is old and has roots in Old English and Old Norse, being known as Broad Yorkshire or Tyke. Known for expressions like ayup, reet good, put ‘wood int ‘ole (close the door), shut thee cake oyle (shut your mouth) this county is still a glorious bastion of reet proper English as it was meant to be, home to northern and regional diversity that is fast disappearing. I will leave you to puzzle over this poem by about Yorkshire by Eric Scaife;

We’re a rare strange bunch ‘at live up ‘ere

But we’ve gradely grub an’ champion beer

An’ mony a famous name thou’l see

On Yorksheer own proud family tree.

Oor sportin’ ways are second ter none

Oor art an’ culture speak as yan

Us Yorksheer fowk ev Yorksheer ways

An’ when we say we laiks we plays.

Oor language is t’ English true

Oor thee, thou, tha’s are nothin’ new

Wi’ glottal stops an’ aitches dropped

The G at end is allus cropped.

So com’ thi ways to oor grand county

An’ sample sum o’ Yorksheers bounty

Oor ales are grand, oor looance too

An’ friendly fowk to welcome thoo.

🫖 🍰 🫖🍰🫖🍰🫖🍰🫖🍰🫖🍰🫖🍰

So today lads and lasses ‘sit thi sen darn’, put yus feet up, hav’ a proper brew of Yorkshire tea and enjoy some of my favourite photos I have taken around Yorkshire. Happy Yorkshire Day!

[reaperkiller]

entire hearts section for seb blease <3

TEE HEE

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

if he's in love then literally Everything they do would make him go insane. especially any sort of physical contact/closeness. laughter. if it's at something he said, then he is exploding and dying internally a thousand times. he has to sit down. it is all Too Much for him.

💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight?

he thought he did but then That relationship ending in cheating and a divorce so he very quickly gave up on that as a concept. above all else, the most important thing he would look for is Trust. people have cheated too many times and he does NOT have the time for it anymore. it's very hard for him to trust people in general after that, so for someone to gain his trust, especially so early on in meeting one another, that would be a very good sign. BUT. if they broke that trust at any point. well. basically you wouldn't want to do that. Good Luck!

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they're in love?

it is very noticeable to literally everyone that isn't him. so when he finally comes clean about having a crush he is So upset and surprised that everyone already knew. sad pathetic little man moments. he wants to spend as much time with them as possible. be as close to them as he can without it being weird. if they touch him then well. again. he is going to be SO flustered byt he is trying so hard to hide it. is he doing a good job?? it depends on whether or not they notice. he's also a lot happier than usual, sings way more than he used to. generally just a more Welcoming vibe all around. also very giggly. very important. VERY important.

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

physical touch and words of affrmation 10000% he is not very good at putting his [romantic] feelings into words but his partner is absolutely getting showered in compliments and kisses at any given moment.

💙 BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn't around?

YES!!! HE DOES!! SO MUCH!!! he's a lot more reserved and just. Sad. like he gets on with it but he has no one to hug or kiss goodnight and he gets very ): about it. he loves hugs so much so when he can't give them?? he is in Shambles. he gets SO excited about any texts and calls they have while the s/o is away, so that makes his day a LOT better. and when they're back??? he is like a little puppy he CANNOT stay still. he is running around and jumping.

💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

HUGS!! DEFINITELY HUGS. sometimes he just needs to be held. all the time actually. someone please hold him. the closeness,, the physical contact,, just knowing that someone's there with him?? it makes him feel so much better. if you have to comfort him for whatever reason he is giving you the tightest hug you have ever received in your life. a kiss also wouldnt hurt. a few even. Or Perhaps Many.

💖 SPARKLING HEART - are they a subtle or a showy lover?

very subtle at first bc he is SO flustered by literally anything he physically cannot function. but once he gets over that [which never really happens he can just. handle it a bit better <3] he is SO showy [what he feels is showy] with everything. you are being picked up and spun around. Hand Holding. in public no less!! it may not be much but he's very happy about it at least. he loves holding hands. anytime he does he has the Biggest smile on his face.

💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

a love letter would turn him into a puddle instantly. he would start crying. he wouldn't be able to do anything for the rest of the day. so in love and SO surprised by it that it wipes him out for at least 24 hours. he deserves so many love letters. please give him more. he always leaves good morning texts. and a few throughout the day that are always written like HELLO HI HELLO I LOVE YOU!!!! (: (: (: (: <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 he HAS to let you know. so often. every day. GOODNIGHT TEXTS AS WELL. every single message he sends when theyre apart has no less than 6 hearts at a time. he needs to make sure he got the point across.

💔 BROKEN HEART - what could their partner do that would absolutely break their heart?

cheating. dying. lying. you know. the usual!!! or like, if it wasnt exactly heartbvreak, but something that would make him very sad?? if they were in pain and didnt tell him for whatever reason. he would become a puddle of sadness. he just wants them to be ok SO bad he would literally do anything

#oc seb #exploding bc of this man

[quickhacked]

4 5 25 33 and 59 for whichever oc[s] you want to yell about (^:<

THAMK YOU TEE HEE it is. hmmm. mackenzie time. AND rafael time. two of them

4) where do they see themselves in five years? ten?

considering the state of the universe he's in, mack doesn't like to think about the future too much because it makes him sad :( he doesn't know whether or not he will still be alive in that many years because of the kaiju attacks getting worse so he simply tries to focus on the present and enjoy it while it lasts aha xoxo

5) what's their most useless, weirdest, or least marketable skill?

mack can sit so perfectly still you could stack anything on his head if you want. as long as he sits still. there's not much else to it but it's a fun group activity to see how many books he can balance on his head LMFAO

25) what's one thing they're utterly incapable of doing without the help of someone else?

mack cannot cut his own hair if his life depended on it </3 he NEEDS someone else to do it for him. if you hand him scissors and tell him you'll be back in twenty minutes he's going to sit there and cry until you get back

33) what's the worst injury they've ever had?

mack worked on the wall construction project for a while and at some point one of his coworkers fell and got tangled up in some safety cords. mack climbed down to help them but ended up getting his wrist trapped in like. the loop of one of the cords?? long story short blood circulation was cut off and he ended up needing to get his hand amputated </3

59) what motivates them?

his loved ones 10000%. mack loves his friends and family so so so much and would do ANYTHING for them and they keep him going no matter what happens <3

4) where do they see themselves in five years? ten?

rafael is CONVINCED he will be dead in five years so he doesn't really think about any of that LMAO he gets injured so often and does the most ridiculous shit to help the resistance and fight off the military so it's not even a weird thought to have. he doesn't die of course but. well. it could've very easily happened

5) what's their most useless, weirdest, or least marketable skill?

rafael knows swearwords in. so many different languages. he gets bored on recon missions easily so teaching himself stuff like that passes the time but there's not much use to it other than being able to call people a cunt in 10+ different languages whenever he pleases

25) what's one thing they're utterly incapable of doing without the help of someone else?

rafael can't tie his shoelaces </3 shambles of a man. knows how to kill a guy in five morbillion different ways but cannot tie his shoelaces for his life. it used to just be a thing he never learned how to do but now it's also because of the combination of prosthetic arm + brain damage + shaky hands disease that renders him incapable of ever properly learning how to do it </3 he's being brave about it

33) what's the worst injury they've ever had?

good question! there's many! rafael cannot simply just avoid getting hurt </3 one time he ends up caught up in an explosion which leaves him with pretty bad burns on the right side of his body. another time he has a lava incident and loses his arm. basically someone needs to keep him away from fire. please

59) what motivates them?

rafael runs almost entirely on spite at this point. spite and paracetamol. he straight up refuses to die until he gets what he wants and the amount of times he's been presumed dead by authorities can no longer be counted on two hands so it's working for him somehow LMAO

oc asks!

#asks #mutuals #reaperkiller #ask:mackenzie #ask:rafael #oc asks #the no faceclaim boys have arrived #one thing about my ocs is they will lose a hand </3 #except for vladislav who loses two. but this isn't about him

[dangerdayyys]

I posted 6,829 times in 2022

That's 6,829 more posts than 2021!

482 posts created (7%)

6,347 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 6,528 of my posts in 2022

Only 4% of my posts had no tags

#rb - 5,186 posts

#from another nest - 717 posts

#lmk - 311 posts

#words.txt - 259 posts

#jays chirps - 209 posts

#sun wukong - 194 posts

#videos - 139 posts

#save tag - 113 posts

#fave - 111 posts

#ninjago - 102 posts

Longest Tag: 135 characters

#moral of the story is have fun noting and who gives a shit what you write because it will be fun to look back to in a few years or smth

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

why i like the preeminent

i feel like the preeminent is severely underrated, yet (in my opinion) its one of the most influential villains of ninjago

- sensei garmadon was imprisoned there, and its where he was sacrificed when the preeminent drowned (?) and thats why harumi was trying to bring him back. no cursed realm ----> no harumi pipeline

- its literally one of the 16 realms. With its destruction, it knocked the realms out of balance

- it gave us morro. like half the fandom would be in shambles without morro /lh

- s5 in general just gave us so much for the series, like airjitsu and the realm crystal. without the threat of the preeminent, we wouldn't have some of the staples of ninjago

- like cole got turned into a ghost because of s5, affecting his character development

-i also think the preeminent looks pretty funky

44 notes - Posted March 18, 2022

#4

"I found out the Lady Bone Demon was back. She's bad news..."

edit: added watermark because i forgot lol

48 notes - Posted September 2, 2022

#3

NO ONE TOUCH ME I AM

57 notes - Posted May 21, 2022

#2

wait quick question how do you guys pronounce rottmnt cause i say it “row tee em en tee”

85 notes - Posted November 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

the entity is like having a pet rock but grian took it too far

88 notes - Posted May 24, 2022

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[dailygist-uk]

Drake Sends DM to Troll’s Wife After Her Husband Insulted His Son Online Drake Sends DM to Troll’s Wife After Her Husband Insulted His Son Online Popular Canadian rapper, Drake, became a trending topic on social media after he reacted to a troll by following his wife and sending her a DM. It all started in the comment section of NBA coach, Chris Matthews, who had shared a post where he supported NBA player, Ja Morant Tee’s father. The old man had been trolled online for supporting his son from the sidelines and Matthews showed his support. See the post below: https://www.instagram.com/p/CdHY0XqJbor/?utm_source=ig_embed&ig_rid=94c7afa3-77f9-44d1-b0ea-ee948a2eb1a1 Drake was also one of those who took to the comment section to share his thoughts and noted how he would also be supportive of his son, even if he was in a rubix cube competition. He wrote: “Imagine your son makes the league and he’s Ja Or Melo or Lonzo all you can do is be elated and competitive and over supportive and it’s a right of passage to that the OG’s talk sh*it I know I’mma be this way even if my son is in a rubix cube competition.” Troll replies Drake’s comment: After the rapper gave his two cents, an Instagram user, Ceddy Bowden, dropped a sassy comment about Drake’s son, Adonis. Bowden noted that Adonis most likely played with ghostwriters as he made reference to claims of the rapper using ghostwriters for his songs. See a screenshot of their exchange below: Between Drake and a man who trolled his son. Photo: @lethalshooter / @champagnepapi Source: Instagram Drake fires back by following trolls wife, sends her DM After the troll dropped his comment, Drake hit back by following the troll’s wife on Instagram and even sending her a DM. In the message, the rapper told her that he was there for her. Bowden’s wife, Tiffany, took to her page to share a screenshot. See below: Drake Sends DM to Troll’s Wife After Her Husband Insulted His Son Online Internet users react Read what social media users had to say about Drake’s move below: Only1thalia: “She gone threaten to leave him for Drake every time he try her.” Live2008: “Haha stop playing with people and then be shocked when they clap back.” Pisces_realsh*it: “He probably really worried.” Chattfoster: “I doubt he’s in shambles. this is prolly the highlight of his life lmaooo.” Mstesh: “You about to lose yo wife.”

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[takenbyheartstrings]

RHINESTONE EYES.

summary: being married to Marc and Steven leaves you in shambles, worried and anxious every night. constantly worrying about them both even if Marc always takes care of them. one night, Marc comes back frustrated; in need of a distraction, and does it lead to so much more... short to say it works.

pairing: marc spector / (mentions of) steven grant x fem!reader

warnings: ACTUAL DIRTY FKN SMUT!!! (extended warnings under the cut) and slight fluff!! implied poly relationship.

word count: 2.3k

authors note: MY FIRST MOON KNIGHT FIC!!! i've pictured Marc as a pretty dominant person, so here's a fic in the best way i know how to show it.... smut.

also inspired by that one clip of Oscar going "get on your knees, honey.... I GAVE U AN ORDER" 😡🥵 and the fact that Oscar also said we can call him daddy if we want to so..... 🧍‍♀️

this is called rhinestone eyes bc i was playing it on repeat, it holds no context to the fic at all 😭😭😭

if i got anything wrong about DID please let me know!! i'd hate to be the reason someone feels hurt or offended. there's not much talk of it in this fic, but i'm doing research as i write <3

extended smut warnings: p in v, unprotected sex (stay safe tho y'all), degrading kink, daddy kink, pain kink, oral (male & fem), rough sex, back scratching, fingering, choking, breeding kink, spit kink, hair pulling, he spanks ur pussy once lmao.

You’re sat on the couch, you’re missing your husbands, worried about them. Worried about what goes on during the night that’s out of your control… sure, they’ve got their suits, but it doesn’t prevent the worry and the torture of not knowing if they’re going to come home. Konshu is there too, but there’s only so much he can do. You just missed them. You were anxious.

You were married to Marc before you knew Steven, one morning Marc had left the home the two of you shared and hadn’t come back for almost three weeks… you thought he left you. You thought your husband had abandoned you. But he came back, and started to explain to you what had happened, how Steven was also there. How Marc was aware of him. He told you that Steven had no idea about Marc, yet and he intended to keep it that way, clearly, that hadn't worked out… but you knew about all of it. You knew about Konshu, you knew about the suit. You knew about Steven. You knew that Steven had a separate flat and Marc told you about his job at the museum. There was only so much you could do, so you just hugged your husband. Told him it was okay, told him that you understood. Because you did. You still loved him, and you loved Steven, even if you hadn’t even met him yet. But when you had, Steven fell in love with you, and you fell in love with Steven and loved him as much as you loved Marc. They’d often tell you they were jealous of one another when you’d spend more time with them. Marc would often question who’s better in bed, to which you would always answer yourself. Your marriage certificate said Marc Spector. Your last name is Spector. But Steven doesn’t mind, he never had. He was always kinda scared of marriage, anyway, so not being on the certificate was fine for him. Just being called your husband was fine for him. He never got jealous of that.

The door to your apartment opened and you sat up off the couch, you were in one of Marc’s shirts a graphic tee. Marc stood there mad; he was angry, you had no idea what happened, but you could tell. You could tell that he was.

“Marc, thank god you and Steven are back, how is he? How are you?” You run into his arms, despite how angry Marc is, he holds you, calming himself slightly.

Marc presses a kiss to your head, “I missed you,” Marc speaks for himself, holding you – immediately calmer. A little less mad, “Steven’s holding up, just a lil drained.”

His hands run down your body, and you shiver, “That’s good.” You catch something missing in his sentence, “What about you, Marc?”

He shakes his head, “Konshu made us do some fucked up shit tonight and I just,” He presses his lips to yours, “Need a distraction.”

You press your lips back to his, a smile toying on your lips, “What kind of distraction?”

“My favourite kind,” He smirks, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Unless you’re not up for it tonight,”

“I’m up for i-” you squeal as Marc picks you up and drops you onto the bed, pressing kisses all over your neck, all over the place, your skimpy little pyjamas not keeping much of you covered. Your hand makes its way into Marc’s hair as you groan softly.

Marc wastes no time removing his clothes. He’s not soft like Steven in bed, you’re usually in control when you're with Steven and nowhere near what Marc is like… because Marc is rough, and you love it. The way he’ll fuck your mouth as if it’s your cunt, dripping with spit. The way he’ll pin you down and fuck you so senseless you start seeing spots. The way he makes you call him daddy just to make him feel in so much more control, even though he’s got it all. As Marc removes his clothes, you take the chance to remove your own. You’re already dripping wet; Marc already knows how fucking wet you are. He wants to feel and taste you. Although, he’s not sure about whether he wants to make you get on your knees so he can fuck your face in or whether he should eat your pussy like it’s his dinner.

Marc settled for both, “Get on your knees, honey.”

You nodded, “Yes, daddy,” The word slips out of your mouth, perfectly smooth, like silk.

He could cum at the way you speak, at the words that cum out of your mouth, but he has to refrain at just jerking off at the way you bend on the hard wood floors for him. How your tits hang from your chest, bare and open for him to cup. How you look up at him so innocent, but he knows you’re a slut for him. He knows that you want his cock so bad… and you. You want him to fuck your face. Your cunt is dripping and your stomach fills with anticipation waiting for him to fuck you out of your own head.

Marc stalks over you, “You want me to fuck your face, baby girl?” He questions and you nod, opening your mouth, “Ah, ah, ah, speak to me.”

“Yes, daddy.” There’s the word again it makes him get off, it makes him turned on, just like all the other thing’s he’ll do to you tonight. All the ways he’ll make you cum for hours and hours on end.

Marc finally slides his cock into your mouth, he takes a ball of hair into his hand, moving slowly at first, he carefully moves his hips. In this moment he begins to lose disregard for how you feel, just like he does every time, and it turns you on; it makes your cunt drip. Marc begins to fuck your face, holding your hair. He pumps his cock in and out of your mouth, pressing his slit to the back of your throat as you gag on it. Spit surrounding the thick skin. Your eyes water as he bucks his hips faster and harder. Holding your head in place. He sets off every single gag reflex you have in your mouth and as you gawk at the length of his cock. He pulls out for a second, lets you catch your breath. But it’s so short. It’s so fucking short. He shoves his cock back into your mouth, groaning as he pounds harder and harder inside of you as if he were fucking that same dripping cunt that sits in between your legs.

“Fuck just like that you dirty whore, just like that.” He groans as his cock continues to press to the back of your throat. You can taste the pre-cum dripping from him, as it falls down your throat. He fucks your mouth so hard that there is spit that falls down the sides of your mouth, there is spit that leaks down your neck, covering his cock, making it glisten. Making it shine in the dim light that falls above the bed you share. His cock looks like it’s glowing. He continues to fuck your mouth a little more, slowing down as your hair is now knotted all tangled up from the way he held you in place.

When Marc pulls out and you heave a deep breath, “Fuck me, daddy, please.” You beg, your eyes falling up at him, almost bloodshot red, tears falling from your eyes. He can only smirk knowing that he did that. He made you look like the fucking slut that you are. He groans at your words, imagining your dripping wet pussy. All wet for him.

He shakes his head with a tsk, helping you up and pushing you back onto the bed, “I’m going to eat your fucking pussy and you get no say on when you get to cum. You’re going to have to beg for it, do you understand?”

You nod, “Yes, I understand.”

“Yes, I understand…?” He waits for the word to be said, god, he loves that fucking word.

“Yes, I understand, daddy.” You correct yourself.

Marc smirks, placing kisses and grazing his teeth all the way down your body, your legs hooking around his neck, his head between your thighs, your hand in his hair. Marc’s tongue slides in between your wet lips. The smell of you intoxicating and when you land on his tongue, Marc almost cums. His tongue wastes no time, his tongue presses against your clit, the amount of pressure he places makes you scream and moan. The way he sucks on the nub makes you want to cry. Your fingers twirl in his hair, pushing him harder against your clit. He sucks and he breathes you. He tastes you. This is his favourite thing to do. Pleasure you. His head pulls away for a moment, your fingers becoming a little less connected as Marc slaps your clit. It’s not hard but it’s not soft either. Placing the just amount of pleasure to make your hips buck slightly. Marc doesn’t give you any warning before he rubs his fingers in your arousal and places them into your dripping cunt. His tongue moving back on your clit circling it as he keeps contact with your eyes. Never having looked away from you once. His fingers pump in and out of you, and it makes you moan. You can feel your stomach on fire, you can feel it burn. Marc pulls away for another moment, spitting on your clit, moving his tongue back on it. His fingers continuing to pump. You squirm against his touch.

“Daddy, I need to cum.” You moan, but Marc only shakes his head.

“No. You have to beg for it.” He moans against your pussy as he continues to lick and feel the buzz of how sweet you taste, his fingers getting pruny from the wetness that builds in your cunt, that fills your pussy. Makes it taste oh so sweet.

You feel yourself move against him, your hips bucking into his face, “Please daddy.” You moan once more, “Please let me cum, daddy.”

Marc groans against your clit and he can feel your cunt getting tight, pulsing around his fingers, he pulls his face away, “Cum for me, fuckin’ whore. Cum for me and me only.”

You feel your release against his face, your orgasm as he tastes it, he tastes your cum, he tastes the way you drip for him. God, it is addicting. Marc removes your legs from his shoulders, sitting them up, “I’m gonna fuck your pussy. Can you take it? Can you take it my slut?”

You nod, “Yes, daddy, I promise… I promise I can take it.” You squirm, needing his cock, needing to feel him inside of you. Needing his cum to fill your pussy and you’re both thinking and feeling the same thing.

Marc presses himself into your cunt, no warning and he doesn’t lead you into it this time. His balls are slapping against your ass and he’s pressing his cock so deep into your pussy. His hands make their way up your body and all you can hear is the slaps of his balls and the squelch of your wetness combining. His hand makes its way around your throat, lightly putting pressure onto your neck, it’s slightly harder to breathe, it’s slightly harder to moan. But it doesn’t feel like that, not at all. His hand is strong, the veins of his arms popping out, his biceps exploding from his arms. The muscle is so much and as he groans, pounding into you. He leans over you.

“Open your mouth, you fucking whore.” He speaks once more and you do as he says, your bodies moving together. Your mouth stays open as he lets spit fall into your mouth, making you moan in pleasure. Feeling it travel down your throat. His hand doesn’t let up, clenching it slightly as your body continues to rock. He’s using all his willpower, all his strength in pounding his thick cock into your cunt. Your tight little cunt. You already felt yourself coming closer to the edge, but he would tell you when you were allowed to cum. He is in charge. Not you. You know that very well. Your hands begin to cling to his back, your nails moving all the way down his back, and he pumps his cock in and out of your cunt. They dig deep and Marc can’t help but groan as they run down his body. He doesn’t know it yet but they’re bleeding red marks. Marks that could scar.

You were coming close to your orgasm for a second time. Your stomach was on fire, building knots. You needed to cum for him so bad, “Daddy, I’m gonna cum, please.”

He tsks, “Not until I cum,” He speaks, groaning as you try to hold back your orgasm, he moves his cock faster and faster, in and out of you. Feeling nothing but the desire to cum in your pussy, mark it as his. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. You ready you dirty little whore? Tell me you’re ready.”

“Fuck!” You moan, “Yes, daddy, I’m ready.” Marc’s cock twitches inside of you and he finally lets his release go, his cum mixes with how much your cunt drips. He continues to pump in and out of you, riding you to your desperate attempt to orgasm.

“That’s right, you can cum for me now.” Marc speaks as the fire and desire in your stomach builds up so much, your face twists as you cum, your mouth wide.

Marc finally pulls out of you, falling beside you, pulling you into his chest, stroking your hair, “You did so good for me, baby,”

You smile up at Marc, “I’m glad you had a good time,” You press a kiss to his warm chest. Feeling nothing but love radiating from the man that lay next to you as the two of you fall asleep.

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[silverdelirium]

OUTBURST | J.P

SUMMARY ➠ james yells at you after a stressful day, resulting in a silent treatment from your part, he has no choice but to make it up to you.

WARNINGS ➠ yelling, arguments, kinda crybaby!reader, mini mention of sex, lots of cheesiness at the end, nicknames (angel, petal, etc.), angst with a happy ending. 

WORD COUNT ➠ 1.5k

A/N  ➠ thank you @ameliora-j bae for giving me this ideaaa. also, everyone pls keep in mind fluff is not my fortress lol, i just thought it would be fun to step out of my comfort zone a little!

———

your knuckles collided softly with the oak door that stood in front of you.

your feet shuffled on the floor slightly with anticipation as you struggled to fight off the quirk of your lips at the thought of seeing your boyfriend, whom you’ve been failing to see for the last six hours.

shifting was heard from the other side of the door, and it didn’t take long until the familiar creak of the old hinges met your ears and you were welcomed with a bashful six foot tall male, whose hair was on a ruffle, along with his dress shirt. 

nap, you figured.

“jamie!” you bellowed, excitement lacing your screech-y tone as you enveloped him in a ‘bear hug’ as muggles would call it.

he grumbled a hello in response, softly patting at your back, causing your brows to meet in the middle, confusion taking over your senses as you backed away from the awkward embrace.

he stepped aside to let you in, and you took an intake of breath as the state of his dorm dawned over you.

“oh gosh” you mumbled, and james thought he saw a glint of disdain spark through your eyes as you locked your gaze with him.

he gave a defeated grumble at the reaction.

“you know i’m the fuckin’ worst at cleaning shit”

“doesn’t mean you’re not able to pick up after yourself” you quipped back, picking up an old tee from the pile that had formed next to his bed.

he rummaged through his almost empty closet, looking desperately for the confidential red piece of fabric.

“where the fuck is it?” james would murmur, running his hand over the mess of curls that laid rather chaotically at the top of his head. 

“what are you looking for?” you inquired.

he mumbled a response that not even fucking merlin understood.

“what was that?” your head tilted slightly.

he gave an irritated groan, “my jersey! i said i’m looking for my fuckin’ jersey.” 

your eyes widened at the sudden outburst, throat running dry as a small gasp slipped past your lips.

tears rounded at your eyes as james sighed in disappointment, at himself that is.

“angel” he started, walking closer to you. “i- i’m sorry. i’m just really fuckin’ stressed and y’know having you here feels a bit overwhelming because-”

“oh?” you interrupted “i’m overwhelming? is that why you’re acting like a goddamn jerk?” 

he seemed taken back by your response, it wasn’t much like you to keep an argument going, if he could even call this that.

he exhaled aggravatingly, clenching his fists at his side as you fought back the twin waterfall path that wanted to run down the supple of your cheeks. “i didn’t mean it like that” he responded “i’m just sayin’ that i have so much shit to do and when you’re here i just wanna be with you and soak in the moment, but-”

“but?”

“let me fucking talk, y/n, for fucks sake!” he replied through gritted teeth. 

“don’t yell at me!” you exclaimed, unable to stop the tears from escaping your waterline.

“i wouldn’t fucking be if you weren’t such a nosy brat!” he groaned, plucking a random hoodie before storming out of the room, leaving you in utter shambles as the room shook when he slammed the door closed, tiny specks of dust falling from the ceiling at the unforeseen force.

sobs wracked through your body as you plopped down on his bed, continuous cries, some silent, others not so much, drowned out on the extra fluffy pillow james always saved for you.

the walk back to your dorm was exhausting, to say the least.

while you sulked in the coffins of your poster bed, a stuffed animal or two drenching with your tears; james rested static on the empty courtyard, hefty arms resting on his knees as he grimaced at the thought of your ‘fight’.

——

“stupid” he’d whisper, shutting his eyes tight closed. “so fuckin’ stupid- why’d i always have to fuck things up” he repeated with a shake of his head, exhaling a cloud of air as he knocked on sirius’ door.

the door swung open in a few moments, and james was met with the sight of his friends’ cocky smile, a classic.

“evening, prongs” saluted sirius, walking back to his bed where remus laid, a fag between his fingers while he gave a slow nod of the head, which james presumed to be a ‘hello’.

“i need your help” stated james.

sirius tutted as remus smirked.

“does this help have, perhaps, anything to do with our dear old y/n?” snickered the long-haired brunette.

james squinted his eyes at him, “and how the fuck do you both know about that?”

“mate” finally spoke lupin, “she was crying when she went to her dorm, could hear the little one fucking weeping all the way there.”

your boyfriend felt absolutely terrible.

yes, you could be a bit of a baby in some cases, but it’s not like he wanted people to think he treated you somewhat poorly, when both you and him knew that was far from the truth.

“gosh i really did mess up, didn’t i?” he realized, sitting down miserably on the floor, while his friends looked at him in sympathy.

the pitiful silence didn’t last long, thanks to sirius, as always.

“tell you what, mate- we’ll help you make it up to her!”

“we?” interrupted remus, stretching his eyebrows upwards.

sirius gritted his teeth, grinding his molars against each other as he turned to the lycanthrope. “yes, moony. we.”

a coral pink dusted james’ cheeks, a smile overtaking his previously sunken features. “you’d really do that?”

“’course we would!” he scoffed “now get your lazy arses up because we’re already wastin’ time”

——

the usual chirp of the birds that brought a smile to your face now sounded dull and obnoxious; last night’s antics already taking a toll on your mood for the day.

your hands reached up to try and rub the exhaustion out of your eyes, you did not even bothered to look in the mirror on your way to the bathroom.

common room is quiet today, you noted. fixing your tie before giving yourself another mental lecture about how you could survive today without your boyfriend’s smothering acts.

‘s not like i’m that clingy, the voice in your head chuckled, but your heart soared at the mere thought of spending a day away from him.

“okay” you spoke out loud “fuck it, i can do this”

it felt like fucking years as you made your way down the stairs, feet dragging in front of each other tiredly.

but your tired steps haltered at the hushed whispers that were heard from the common room, everything seemed dim, as if the fire was off.

“oh my god” you gasped, putting a hand to your chest as the four walls illuminated in what you guessed were thousands of fairies.

in the center of the room stood james, a small bouquet of roses, which seemed to be picked by himself, being held in his hand. a dork-like smile decorating his face.

you barely noticed remus and sirius, who placed a candle on the coffee table, meanwhile his boyfriend grumpily set down two full breakfast plates.

“jamie” you mumbled, voice soft and full of love, the same tone you always referred at him with.

“petal” he started, lifting your shaking hand and stamping a soft kiss on each knuckle. “i’m so fuckin’ sorry, i-“

you didn’t let him finish, no time was wasted as you threw your arms around him, and it felt like a deja vu, for you were ironically enough hugging him the exact same way you did yesterday.

“i love you” he mumbled, over and over again as he cradled the back of your head, pressing his lips against yours desperately, feeling the saltiness of your happy tears on the cushions. 

you never parted lips once, until remus awkwardly coughed from the shadows of the room, and you thought you heard sirius whisper and indignated “we’re still here!”

“my love” said james, making you look up at him, with a dopey lovesick smile plastered on your face. “i am really sorry, y’know i’d never even think about disrespecting you, and i love you more than the heavens above, i did not mean anything i said last night.

to be honest, i was probably pulling it out of my ass or something, because you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me” you gigdled at this, making james’ heart flutter at the sound “you’re the most important thing in my life and as stressed as i was, i should have not raised my voice at you”

by now there was a fresh new wave of tears on your eyes.

“oh baby” you cried, 

imponent to stopping the quiver of your bottom lip at the unexpected love confession, you let the tears fall.

while james tried calming you down, the two males grimaced lightly at the usual cheesiness you both treated each other with. “all the fuckin’ time babying each other” complained sirius, “it’s gross.”

“as if you don’t get all clingy with me” remarked remus, shuddering as he saw james aggressively making out with you; how did that escalate so quickly? beats him.

“c’mon” grunted the brunette “let’s go before they start fucking humping each other or somethin’.” 

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