#do him justice please because the GAME DIDN’T CAN WE

[sparkyblizz]

I know that the game does a shit job of demonstrating this but Bobby and the Phantom are two different people regardless of the fact we only met the Phantom and he was imitating Bobby </3 I just have a Moment every time people conflate the two and even worse when people conflate blackbright and phantomquill </3 please... aaugh 😭

#please. you can have phanty in his bobby guise it can be such a vibe but #aUgh please I feel like we are doing the real bobby dirty </3 #do him justice please because the GAME DIDN’T CAN WE #can we please. #sparkyblizz speaks #ace attorney #aa5 #dual destinies #bobby fulbright #the phantom ace attorney

[navybrat817]

Book Boyfriend

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Summary: Bucky is better than any book boyfriend. You'll prove it to him. Word Count: Over 1.9k Warnings: E.S.C., (o)ral (m. receiving), (d)irty talk, possible touch of insecurity, slight feels (it's me, okay), Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: A Stud and Smartie "drabble" for Sinday thanks to a wonderful prompt provided by @drabblewithfrannybarnes . I hope I did this justice, my beautiful friend! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone , so any and all mistakes are my own. Moodboard by yours truly, banner by the wonderful @sgt-seabass, and divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

It was supposed to be a harmless game night. Something fun for you, Bucky, and your friends to unwind. Between classes, work, and everything in between, you all deserve a break.

You didn't expect to be on your knees for Bucky while everyone hung out in the living room.

His. Fault. My fault? No, it's his fault that his perfect cock is sliding in and out of my mouth when I should be a good hostess.

You would remind him of that later once everyone left.

For now, you had to take care of him.

It began a few minutes prior when Clint started setting up the next game while you snuggled with Bucky on the couch. That was after you tried to make sure everyone had a drink or snack and he snaked a hand out to pull you down beside him. He firmly wrapped an arm around you to pin you to the spot when you attempted to get up.

“What does a guy have to do to get your attention?” he asked as you tucked your legs beneath you.

A strange look crossed your face as he pulled you closer. “You think you don’t have my attention?”

Bucky decided to wear a tight blue t-shirt and spritz himself in your favorite cologne before everyone showed up. You couldn’t even concentrate on the first game you played because the scent left you dizzy, along with his hand teasing your inner thigh. You told him you’d yank on his hair if he kept it up.

“That a promise?” was his retort.

Menace.

“I don’t know,” Bucky said in a singsong tone. “You didn’t pay much attention to me today.”

“We cleaned the apartment so it would look nice for everyone,” you reminded him.

“You had your headphones on for most of the day,” he pouted.

An actual pout, which you were tempted to kiss away.

“It helped the cleaning go by faster, that’s all,” you said, moving your body closer to lean against him. “You always have my attention, Stud.”

Always.

"Are you two going to be lovey-dovey all night?" Sam asked. “I guess that isn’t different from any other night with you two. No wonder Alpine’s hiding.”

"Give them a break,” Steve intervened, the corner of his lip lifting in a small smile. “It's sweet."

"Yeah,” you smiled. “Let me be lovey with my boyfriend."

"Aww, so you do wanna pay attention to me,” Bucky teased, placing his hand back on your thigh.

Like he had during the previous game.

“You wanna be lovey with me, Smartie?"

"Hold on, big boy,” you giggled, putting your hand over his. You didn’t push it away since, well, you liked having his attention, too. “Maybe not where they can see."

Bucky’s friends put up with the two of you flirting and dancing around each other before you started dating. Having to deal with the two of you once you got together was another level. And while Steve thought you two were sweet and Natasha planned to help you design a wedding dress, which you argued you weren’t engaged, you didn’t want to flaunt or make them uncomfortable.

Bucky’s lips brushed the shell of your ear before he whispered in a low voice, "You think I give a fuck if any of them see?"

You sat up straight as you attempted to process the words that came out of his mouth.

No. That has to be a coincidence. Act normal. Don't give anything away. Like we're playing poker.

"Get on your fucking knees for me,” he rasped, nipping your earlobe hard enough that you had to bite back a whimper. “Show me how much you love me."

Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fucking fuckity fuck.

"…You listened to my audio book?" you asked, closing your eyes because you were sure you’d combust if you looked at him.

And how would you explain that to the gang?

“Not on purpose. You left it running when you took a break to feed Al. I am, however, a little offended because why would you listen to that when you have me?” he asked, cupping your chin and turning your face toward his.

You kept your eyes shut. You weren't exactly embarrassed that he caught you. Not completely. Lots of people listened to naughty books.

“You know I love to read. You could’ve just picked a book for us to read together and act out. I can get my voice nice and deep, just like when my cock’s inside you.”

Brain does not compute. Smartie is going into reboot mode. I’m thinking of myself in the third person. Goodbye.

“Open your eyes, doll,” he urged, smiling when you obeyed. “There’s my beautiful girl. And I think you do wanna get on your knees for me,” he said, like it was just the two of you there.

Up close, you could see how blown his pupils were. The hand on your thigh didn’t inch higher, but his grip tightened like he was trying to stay in control. And all you could think about was how quickly you could suck him off before the next game.

“Be right back!” you announced, surprising yourself with your strength as you managed to stand up and pull your large boyfriend with you.

“Everything okay?” Steve asked as you dragged Bucky away.

“I think they’re gonna play ‘hide and seek’,” Natasha answered.

“Is that what we’re calling it?” Clint questioned. “I can think of a few other names for it.”

You drowned out the conversation as you pulled Bucky to your bedroom and shut the door. You didn't mean for the kiss to be so desperate, but hearing the rasp of his voice as he repeated the naughty audio back to you riled you up once the shock wore off. He didn't seem to mind as your lips parted to allow his tongue inside.

Hell, you could consider it a blessing that he heard since it sounded a million times hotter coming from him.

"No more audio books," he said as he leaned against your door, staring you down as you dropped to your knees.

You were glad the light was on so you could see the desire in his eyes.

A look that only you got to see.

"Why not?" you asked as you worked his jeans open, smiling as you gave him your best doe-eyed expression.

"Because I want my voice to be the only one you get off to," he said, brushing a hand along the top of your head as you froze. "Is that wrong of me?"

The adoring smile on his face was met with one of your own. "Is that why you've been wanting my attention tonight?” you asked, your smile falling a bit. “You think I prefer a book boyfriend over you?"

He didn't say anything, but his smile fell a bit, too.

Oh, hell no.

Your brilliant, hard working boyfriend, the gorgeous, solid wall of muscle, your rock, the man who worked his way into your heart and became your best friend. Was he actually jealous of some random man's voice reading filth to you? As if that guy would ever compare to the perfect man in front of you.

You refused to let him feel anything less than the confident man you fell for, especially when he made you feel like a goddess.

"Who do you think I'm thinking about when I read, or listen, to any romance novel? It's YOU, Bucky. And when the book ends, I actually have you," you promised, your mouth watering as you distracted him long enough to get his cock out. The adoring gaze is still on your face as you stroke him. "And I love being on my knees for you, just like you do for me. You taste so good and you're so big. Chokes me in the best way."

"Fuck," he whispered as you licked him from base to tip.

You weren't lying when you said you loved the taste of him. Musky, delectable, something so masculine, you'd always want more. Because it was Bucky’s taste and his dick and his everything.

"I want you to ruin my mouth the way you did outside of the shop," you challenged.

If he can fuck my throat in the car before going back to work, he can do it here.

You swirled your tongue around him before swallowing him down. You didn't stop until the tip hit the back of your throat. It didn't matter if you choked or gagged, or if your jaw ached from the girth of him, as long as he knew how much you loved him.

"My dirty girl sucking me off while our friends are here. Can't even go a day without my cock in one of your holes, can you?" he groaned, keeping his hand on the back of your head. "Look at me, please. Let me see those pretty eyes while you take me."

You hollowed your cheeks as you sucked a bit harder, your tongue teasing him just the way he liked it. You didn't want him to hold back and you hoped the warmth of your mouth would allow him to lose himself for a short time. The way his thigh trembled under your touch, it wouldn't take him long.

"So fucking beautiful like this," his strained voice made you moan. "Should keep you under the table so you can keep me warm before I fill you up later."

Drool sweeped around your swollen lips as your nose bumped the patch of coarse curls. The image of him playing cards while you kept your mouth around him made your panties damp. Maybe you could explore that one day.

"I'm close," he warned you, his head almost hitting the door. You refused to tear your gaze away as you glided your teeth ever so gently along him. "You gonna swallow it like a good girl? Take everything I give you?"

He was giving you an out in case you didn't want to.

Which only made you double your efforts.

Bucky came with a moan so deep it almost got you off. Warm on your tongue, you swallowed his release as much as you could before you began to lick him clean. Seeing him flushed and satisfied as he caught his breath made you smile once you finished and tucked him back in his underwear.

"I need to taste you now," he groaned, gripping your arms to help you to your feet.

And that’s another reason why you’re better than any book boyfriend.

“Wait,” you croaked when he kissed you, seemingly uncaring that the taste of him was still fresh in your mouth. “You know I adore you, right?" you asked, pausing to clear your throat again. "And you're the only one I want."

Whether he was actually jealous that you listened to a smutty audiobook or not, you needed to say that.

“I know, Smartie,” he whispered, kissing the tip of your nose. “I adore you, too. I'll take you over a book girlfriend any day of the week."

You better.

You could blame being on your knees for why you fell against him for support. “They’re probably waiting for us.”

And they'll be able to tell from my voice exactly what we were up to.

"I think they started without us,” he smirked. “Besides, we're not done playing 'hide and seek'.”

If anyone could convince you to hide in your room and play a bit longer, it was Stud.

Lucky for you, it was a game you’d both have the pleasure of winning.

Oh, these two. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

#navybrat writes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #roommate!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #roommate!bucky barnes #stud and smartie #beefy roommate au #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes au #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan x you

[freak-accident419]

File Room Confessions

Josh Futturman x GN!Reader

Summary: You and Josh snoop into the employee records room to find more information about his biotic co-workers. However, one conversation leads to another.

Word Count: 1.5k

Content: fluff, gender-neutral reader (no pronouns used), ’pretty’ is used in a gender-neutral way (as it should), set in S01E05 “Justice Desserts” of Future Man—you may have to know more about the show to understand what’s going on, and you’re basically taking Jeri’s place in this scene. Enjoy :)

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“See, there’s always at least one common denominator when it comes to sniffing out these Biotics,” you tell Josh as you point to Janis’s file. “Zero medical conditions. And zero allergies.” You took out Carl’s file and showed him those records as well.

You and Josh had snuck into the file room to look for any specifics of the Biotic employees that Wolf and Tiger had killed. Perhaps any patterns or connections that might help with your mission.

“You know, I still can’t believe that ‘pretty smile girl’—or, well, Janis—was a Biotic! She was really nice,” he sighed as he looked over her file.

You were sitting next to each other on the floor against the file cabinets with a bag of Cheetos in between you two and a box of employee records beside you as you looked through everyone’s files.

You scoffed at Josh’s claim. “Dude. You barely knew her,” you said as you grabbed another Cheeto to eat.

“Well, yeah, but I knew that she was ‘yogurt cup, banana peel, pretty smile girl’,” he replied in a pensive tone, which made you let out a soft giggle. “What?”

“Nothing, you’re just… You’re such a dork,” you said as you let out a chuckle under your breath. You looked at him for a while and he smiled at you, seemingly appreciating you. He was so inexplicably charming.

For a while, you had crushed on Josh. You weren’t sure why or what is was—he was just… admirable. Sure, he was a janitor who gave off total loser vibes as he still lived with his parents, playing video games 24/7, but ever since you got mixed up into this mess, you were able to get to know him better. He was caring, selfless, thoughtful, cute, and funny. Definitely very charming—almost charmingly dorky. He was a good guy. He was doing everything he could to make sure that Tiger and Wolf wouldn’t kill Kronish. He was probably the most genuine person you ever knew.

After a while, you two had—instead of trying to look for any important biotic information—made fun of people’s files. Especially Stu for having his emergency contact as 9-1-1, because nobody loves that asshole of a guy.

You chuckled softly and continued to look at the rest of the files until one caught your attention. You took it out and gasped, looking at it with wide eyes and an open mouth. “‘Joshua Sasha Futturman’?”

He realized you had found his file and sighed in defeat. “It’s—It’s my grandmother’s name. It’s sentimental. Please give me—”

He attempted to grab it from you, but you laughed and pushed his grabby hands away from you, continuing to scan his file. “Hey, back off, buddy, or else I’m gonna… rub some ‘tree nuts’ on you…? So you can get… ‘golf-ball size hives and welts?’” You giggle as you looked at his list of allergies.

He looked at you with playful annoyance, frowning as you tease him. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry… Joshua Sasha…” You giggle, making him roll his eyes.

“Come on! I… I have nothing against you, it’s not fair!” He complains as you hand him his own file. He grabbed it, but didn’t take his eyes off you. “Just… Tell me something that I can make fun of you for too.”

You looked at him with a raised eyebrow and scoffed. “Uh? Hell no,” you replied, with a slight chuckle. “You’ll use it against me, like, any time we argue! I am not compromising—”

“C’mon, Y/n, please? Just to even it out?” He requested, in which you couldn’t help but finally amuse him.

“Okay, okay. Fine,” you groaned as you rested your head back completely against the file cabinet. “What do you want to know?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Like… Any allergies or—?”

“Nope, I am actually not allergic to anything,” you chuckle, smiling at him.

Josh grinned at you and joked, “Oh? So is it safe for me to assume that you’re a biotic?”

You laughed at that, shaking your head. “Oh, please. Aren’t they supposed to be these perfect, really good-looking super-people? Like, you really think I could pass off as that?”

He gave a friendly smile, turned his head as he decided in his mind, and finally said, “Hm, maybe, yeah. Like, you could actually convince me.” You raised an eyebrow in disbelief and he took notice of your reaction. “I’m serious!”

“No, no, enough, Josh. I get that you’re just being nice, but—”

“No, Y/n, I’m serious, believe me!” He exclaimed with authenticity. “You’re actually really attractive!”

You found yourself really flustered as you heard this, trying to hold back a smile. Was he being for real? “What? No, you’re… You’re just saying that, shut up, Josh,” you scoffed, still not believing him. “Besides, I thought you were trying to find something that you can make fun of me for?”

“Y/n, I swear to you, I am not kidding! Like, if I were Tiger, I’d probably straight-up assume that you’re a biotic! Because of how unbelievably hot you are!” He pleaded, trying to get you to believe him. “Come on! Tiger and Wolf, they literally call them ‘perfs,’ Y/n, short for ‘perfect.’ And you…”

This made your eyes widen. And you tried your best to detect any eye twitch or fake smile on his face to find out if he was lying, but it was clear he wasn’t. After all, he was the most genuine person you ever knew. He was being true to every word.

“Wh-really? You… You think I’m perfect?” You asked him in a breath of disbelief, and a smile slowly tugging at your lips.

“Well, yeah, I mean of course! You are so pretty! And it’s not just your looks, but… I mean… Who else would agree to go on this mission with me and those really, unnecessarily mean assholes? Like, you had a choice to just leave, but you wanted to help me because you were my friend. You knew the consequences, but you stayed by my side anyway,” he said tenderly, smiling at you with a specific softness that tugged at your heartstrings. “And not only that, but, you’re funny. You’re smart. Like, really smart. I don’t think we would’ve made it this far without your ideas. And you’re kind. Super kind! Every time those two insult me, you immediately back me up! And you’re just… perfect. Like, sometimes I think to myself if I even deserve you because you’re just so… good.”

You were speechless. You didn’t know what to say, you didn’t know this was how he felt about you. Everything he said had made you feel so appreciated and so admired.

Instead of saying anything, so overwhelmed with affection, you took one of your hands to cup his face and pressed your lips to his, softly, in an innocent, tender kiss, that he immediately returned. You felt him smile in the kiss as you felt his hand lightly hold the side of your waist, bringing you closer.

Your eyelashes fluttered as you slowly opened your eyes after pulling away from the kiss, and your faces were still close, the two of you slightly laughing and smiling at each other so very intimately.

“Josh, I… I like you. Like, a lot,” you felt giddy as you chuckled, looking into his eyes deep with admiration. “You’re just… You’re so sweet. And charming. And.. cute. And so thoughtful! And fuck everything that Wolf and Tiger say about you, because I think you’re perfect the way you are. If you’re not their savior, then you’re definitely mine. ‘Specially back at the meth lab,” you two laughed as you remembered the time he punched someone for you. “The point is… I’ve really enjoyed the past few days with you… No matter how crazy they’ve been. And I don’t mind spending more adventures with you. Wherever you’ll be, I’ll be by your side. Whether it be through time and/or space.”

Josh was also slightly taken aback because even though he had liked you as well, he didn’t expect that you’d like him back, no matter how obvious you made it. He just didn’t expect anyone in general would like him romantically because he was always just sort of a loser.

“I… I really like you too, Y/n. I mean, I probably made it really obvious already, but… I really like you too. And you seem to nearly never believe me, so I swear to you, genuinely, Y/n, that I like you. Like… like honest to god,” he said, grinning softly, and you two leaned in to share another kiss, one that was less hesitant and bolder than the first.

“We should, um… We should probably get going,” you suggest as you look at the mess of all the files with a soft laugh.

“Oh yeah. And, um, clean these up and everything,” Josh agreed looking at all the papers on the floor, then back at you.

You looked at him with a slight smirk in your smile. “We could… We could do one more,” you offered as your smile grew wider.

“One more?” He asked brightly.

“We’re here,” you pointed out.

“We could,” he raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “Let’s do it.” You grabbed another file to poke fun at one more employee for their personal info with Josh. Because really, anything else could wait.

#josh futturman x reader #josh futturman #future man #future man 2017 #future man x reader #josh futturman x gn!reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson x reader #mike schmidt x reader

[spence-whore]

Hii!! I don’t know if you take requests but if you do can you do a enemies to lovers fic with spencer? I would love if the person was best friends with Courtney too!

Summer Games

Spencer Agnew x Reader

A/N please keep in mind while reading this, I have no fucking clue how far things are in California from their office. I was just writing this as if they were traveling to somewheres that’s a good six to seven hours from where they usually locate for work. They wanted to pick up supplies and outfits for the videos but the shopping outlet that had everything they wanted was hours from where they were headed to. Also, I do not see Spencer as a dick lmao this honestly doesn’t match his personality from what we see. I don’t know if this is really an enemies to lovers but i hope this did your request justice <3 this one is a lil spicy, it alludes to smut but there isn’t smut.

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It was that time of year again that everyone loved. The entire office would make a trip out to a certain location and film the most out of pocket challenges for the Summer Games. This year they were all headed out to Bonnie Springs Ranch. Before heading there, they were all making a pit stop for the night and staying at a hotel because they all didn’t have the time to get some stuff from the stores. Their idea was that it would be easier to stay somewhere close to a shopping outlet than to go there then have to travel far the next day, to go to the store. You thought maybe, just maybe, you would get lucky and get to ride with Courtney, Olivia, Shayne, and Keith but nope. You were currently in the process of getting your stuff together, to be stuck in a car with Spencer and only Spencer.

“This will give you two the chance to talk everything out, you know?” You heard a voice say from behind you. You glanced around to see Courtney standing there, arms crossed, staring at you. You knew she was right but you did not want to admit that.

“I just don’t understand how I got stuck with him.” You said, turning around to face her. “Why couldn’t we have taken a car with someone else? Why do I have to get stuck with him and nothing else but camera equipment.”

Courtney just laughed and shook her head, “Why do you hate him so badly? He genuinely is not a bad guy. He is actually really funny and really sweet.” You just snorted and shook your head right back at her. “Okay, Court, I love you to death but you gotta remember, everyone loves you. You are such a sweetheart and so nice to everyone. So, of course, you have nothing but positive experiences with him. He just hates me and is rude towards me. I don’t know what it is.”

Little did you know, Trevor and Damien were currently having a similar conversation with Spencer.

“Dude, just admit that you have feelings for them. If you do, it will make your life so much easier.” Trevor said while spinning around in an office chair.

“I don’t have feelings for them. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Spencer said while gathering his stuff into his bookbag.

Damien scoffed and in a mocking tone said, “I don’t have feelings for them. Spencer, Brennan literally sat and showed me like five photos where you were looking at her like you were a child in a Lego store.”

“I just don’t understand how I got stuck with them. I literally said I would help with the vlogs on the way there.” Spencer explained, ignoring what Damien said.

“You’re gonna be real pissed whenever you hear the sleeping arrangements at the hotel.” Spencer heard from Shayne, who was approaching the conversation. No one knew who booked the rooms exactly but Spencer had a feeling that it was Ian. Ian had been on his back about admitting his feelings towards a certain someone. He had knew before Shayne had even said it.

“Please tell me you’re fucking kidding me.” Spencer said, flopping down into his office chair.

Back at your desk, Courtney and Angela, who had now joined the mix, were helping you grab your bags to put into your car. Angela was going on about how excited her and Amanda were to be apart of one of the summer games that the fans love so much.

The three of you were walking down the hall as you approach an elevator, you heard talking coming from the hall to the left of you. You glance over to see Trevor and Spencer walking and talking with bags in their hands.

“Can I please just get one break before this long car ride?” You mumbled to yourself as they got closer.

“Oh, uh, I’ll just another elevator.” You heard Spencer tell Trevor before they turned around and walked off.

“Y/N. You and him just need to make out and get it over with already.” Angela blurted out. This comment caught you so off guard and caused Courtney to lose it while walking into the elevator.

The three of you made it out of the building and made it over to your car before Spencer and Trevor arrived. The three of you were loading stuff into the car while making small talk before two cars pulled around to pick up Angela and Courtney.

“Please don’t kill each other.” Courtney whispered as she pulled you into a hug and gave you a soft smile.

You just went ahead and got into the car and waited on Spencer to get down there. A few minutes passed by and you hear two voices going on about some video game that was coming out soon.

“And yeah, they are supposed to have-“ One of the voice cut off and you realized it was because they noticed you were in the car and were waiting for you to pop the trunk.

“Oh, sorry.” You yelled back to the guys behind the car.

Spencer, Trevor, and Damien stood there putting a couple of bags into the trunk then filled the back seat with different bags of camera stuff, different laptops, and random supplies that had already been bought.

“Well, I suppose this is where we leave you two. Please don’t murder each other. Become like best friends or something at the end of this car ride.” You heard Damien say as he approached your window. He placed his hand on your shoulder and gave you a soft smile. “Drive safe, remember text if you have to make any stops or if there is anything wrong.”

Spencer got into the passenger seat and didn’t say anything to you. He just buckled in and sat back.

“Uh, you can play music if you want.” You whispered, awkwardly nodding towards his phone.

An hour passed by and the car ride was not that bad. The two of you had listened to some music till Spencer had fallen asleep. You were in an area where there wasn’t any traffic. You decided to grab Spencer’s phone to pause the music then turn on The Basement Yard’s new episode on Spotify. You glanced over at Spencer and he honestly looks kind of cute.

“What the fuck am I thinking?” You whispered to yourself and took a sip of your monster. “I’m just getting tired.”

The Basement Yard was only ten minutes in before you were losing it. You were having to constantly cover your mouth, trying to not laugh really loudly.

You heard stirring from beside you and could see Spencer sitting up slowly in his seat. “What are we listening to?” Spencer asked while rubbing at his eyes.

“Oh, I’m sorry if I woke you up. It’s the Basement Yard,” You tapped your phone and held it up to show him. “If you want, I can disconnect this and you can go back to playing music.”

He shook his head no while grabbing his Mountain Dew Kickstart. “It’s okay, you didn’t wake me up. We can listen to the rest of this episode. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of them before.”

There was something lingering in the air once he woke up. It went from really relaxing to really tense and awkward. It’s like the elephant of the two of yours relationship was sitting in the backseat.

Thirty more minutes had passed by and you couldn’t handle it. You just wanted to ask the question that had been lying on your chest. You just leaned forward, grabbed your phone, and paused the episode.

“Why do you hate me?” You asked bluntly before glancing over at Spencer.

Spencer looked like he had been shot at and was just staring at you blankly. He was quiet for a minute before speaking up, “I don’t hate you.”

All you could do was laugh. “That’s pretty funny because you are so nice to everyone else at the office. You crack jokes with everyone and everyone has nothing but nice things to say about you. You avoid me at all costs.”

Spencer took a big chug of his Mountain Dew Kickstart before turning in his seat to face you. “It’s because you honestly infuriate the shit out of me sometimes.” He says while staring at you, again with a blank expression.

“Please, tell me how I make you mad. If I’m being quite honest, I have been nothing polite to you till I got tired of your shit.” You said with a scoff and turning your head to make sure there was no traffic coming before making a turn.

“How in the hell could you not make me angry?” Spencer said before laughing. “You’re little miss perfect. Everyone in the office loves you. You could never do anything wrong. Hell, even the fans are absolutely obsessed with you.”

You were on a straight shot road, so you just turned your head to stare at him for a few seconds before shaking your head. “Little miss perfect? Seriously? Do I need to tell you how many times I hear about how much everyone loves you at the office? Don’t get me wrong, you are good at your job but oh my fucking god. It is praise after praise from everyone.”

Spencer just laughed before shaking his head and grabbing your phone. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Just keep driving.” He said and continues to podcast episode.

A few hours passed by and finally, you were approaching the hotel you all were staying at for the night. The second you pulled in, you jumped out of the car to see Courtney and Shayne standing by their car talking.

“Oh my god, hey you two didn’t kill each other!” You hear Courtney shout from across the parking lot. You just grabbed your bags and quickly walked towards them to head inside.

“Yeah, well I’m about to fucking wring his neck.”

You got inside and grabbed your key to your head then headed up the elevator. Before the door could close, Tommy and Ian were stepping in.

“How was your car ride?” Tommy asked with an innocent smile on his face.

“Oh, me and him are just absolutely besties now!” You said in a sarcastic tone and gave Tommy and Ian a fake smile.

“Hopefully it wasn’t too bad because you two share a room.” Ian said before giving you a soft smile and stepping out on his floor.

It was just you and Tommy left in the elevator as it went up a few more floors. “If it gets bad between you two tonight, you can always come to my room.” Tommy offered and placed his hand on your arm, giving it a soft squeeze.

“It’s just so tiring because I don’t understand why he hates me.” You said giving him a frown.

“Sweetheart, maybe you need to take a moment to think about why it bothers you so much.” He said before giving you a knowing look.

You would never admit it out loud but you had feelings for the person he is whenever he isn’t around you. How could you not? You see how he is with everyone whenever you aren’t in the room. He is always so happy and laughing. God, his laugh was like music to your ears. He is such a beautiful man. He is just so nice to look at. Whenever you enter the room, it’s like seeing a little kid who had their favorite toy taken away.

You and Tommy stepped out on the hotel floor and gave each other polite goodbyes before heading towards your rooms on the opposite sides of the hall.

You entered the room, looked around, then decided to get settled in for the night. There were two seperate beds and a bathroom. You placed your bags onto the bed you planned on sleeping on then grabbed your stuff you needed to shower. You figured Spencer wouldn’t be there for a while, so you would just grab your clothes whenever you were finished. You were wrong though.

A few minutes into you showering, Spencer entered the room and just flopped down on his bed. He laid there for a few minutes before sitting up and scooting to the top of the bed and got on his phone. Neither you or him knew the kind of night that was ahead.

You turned the shower off and dried off, standing there for a few minutes to see if you ever heard anything. “I guess he’s sleeping in another room or staying with someone till late as possible.” You whispered to yourself while wrapping your towel around you. You grabbed the door handle and swung the door open to see Spencer sitting on his bed, scrolling through an app.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t think to grab my clothes cause I didn’t think you would come straight here.” You said awkwardly apologizing while stepping out of the bathroom. You quickly shuffled to your bag to grab your pajamas for the night.

“Why did you think I wasn’t coming here? This is my room too, you know.” Spencer said, glaring over at you.

All you could do was laugh, “I’m not arguing with you while I’m naked Spencer. Can we actually have a civil conversation for once and figure this the fuck out?” You were so tired of him throwing hateful comments your way.

He didn’t say anything, so you went back into the bathroom to change into your clothes.

Little did you know, Spencer wasn’t saying anything because he was fighting not telling you why he couldn’t stand being in a room with you for more than a minute.

“Okay, can we please just talk about this?” You said turning the corner and sitting atop your bed.

Spencer felt like he couldn’t breathe. You irritated the shit out of him but god, there was something about the way you looked right now that was making him melt. The way your hair looked pushed back out of your face, the way your sweatpants hugged your hips yet were so baggy, the way your shirt was so baggy. You just looked so soft and comfortable. He was fucked.

“I’m really not in the mood to talk about this right now, Y/N.” Spencer said before rolling over and turning the light off that was sat on the table beside his bed.

Something just snapped in you and you started tearing up. You don’t know why but god, it made you feel like an idiot. “I just want to know what I did to you, Spencer.” You whispered trying to not start sobbing. You noticed whenever you said this, his entire body tensed up. “It’s so stupid but I have this thing where I want everyone’s approval. I know I shouldn’t care if someone doesn’t like me. I guess it’s just tied to my trauma or whatever.”

He turned around slowly on his side and he had some hesitation in his movement. He just pushed himself up and stared at you. The look on his face just made you ramble even more.

“I have never felt good enough for people. So, I put on this huge persona. I guess you could compare it to masking. I feel like I have to be this upbeat, perfect person that is never allowed to be tired or depressed. I always think maybe my personality will make up for my looks because I absolutely hate myself. Maybe if I always make others laugh or smilie, they’ll overlook my weight or my hair or-“ Spencer cut you off by laughing and you felt like a complete idiot.

“Do you realize how stupid you are?” Whenever he said this, it felt like someone stuck a knife into your chest. “Shit, I worded that so badly. You are not stupid. You’re actually one of the smartest people I know.” He started to stand up from his spot and come towards you, “Is it okay if I sit here?” He said softly, pointing to a spot beside you.

At this point, it was like the damn in you broke. You couldn’t stop crying. It was like seeing you cry made that spot soften up so much for you in him.

“I don’t hate you. I should’ve just swallowed my pride and just talked to you.” Spencer whispered before laughing.

“You don’t have to lie, Spencer. I don’t blame you for avoiding me and never talking to me. I’m literally the most obnoxious person. I’m just always so ov-“

Spencer didn’t think. He just grabbed your face and kissed you. You didn’t kiss him back, you just froze. You never thought there was at any point in this world he would do something like that.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have done that.” Spencer said standing up really quickly and grabbing his jacket off his bed.

You jumped up really fast and grabbed his wrist before he could run. “Please don’t leave me.” You whispered. You couldn’t get any other word out than that. He just stared at you for a minute before talking. “I think I’ve avoided you all of this time because I never wanted to admit to myself how in love I am with you, you know? I thought maybe if I avoided you, I wouldn’t have to face these feelings and deal with the potential heartbreak of getting rejected.” He said as he sat slowly on his bed with you still holding onto his wrist.

“Wait, what did you just say?” It was like your brain shut off the second you heard him say, “how in love I am with you.”

He started to repeat himself but he stopped talking because you couldn’t stop laughing. He was just staring at you like you were crazy. You were stood in front of him, just cracking up, still holding onto his wrist. You let it go and just stepped closer to him, between his thighs. He stared up at you with this confused look.

“Spencer?” You asked, still giggling.

“Yes?” He responded, scared of where this conversation was about to go.

“You’re telling me, we have avoided each other for years because we both started to develop feelings for each other. We acted like literal school children and became hateful towards each other because we have feelings for each other.” You explained still chuckling over the situation.

“Wait, excuse me?” Spencer asked leaning back a little to look up at you with this bewildered look.

You just did the only thing you could think of and that you wanted to do. You slowly tested the waters, placing one knee on one side of his thigh and looked at him. He realized what you were doing and his hand immediately went to the side of your thigh. You placed your hand on his chest and pushed him back on the bed before placing your other knee on the other side of his thigh.

“Say the word and I’ll stop.” You whispered looking down at him.

“Please don’t.” He responded, leaning upwards to wrap his hands around your neck and pulled you down on top of him.

Hours passed by and before you knew it, it was morning.

You were woke up to your alarm going off and you slowly sat up in your bed. “Noooo.” You hear a voice groggily say beside you before you pulled back down.

Spencer was immediately glued to your side and stuck his face onto the side of your neck, placing soft kisses down your neck and down to your collarbone.

You reached over to your phone while giggling, trying to push him on. The second your phone hit your hand, it started blowing up with notifications.

It flashed and all you saw was a text from Courtney

Courtbort

when i said become friends, i didn’t mean keep us up all night banging LMAO

#spencer agnew imagines #spencer agnew fluff #spencer agnew x reader #smosh x reader

[serasvictoria]

The House

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Reader x Steve Harrington

Summary: A test of courage to spend a few hours in the Creel house on Halloween night turns into something else entirely.

Word Count: 9148

Content Warning: 18+ mdni. Fingering. Hand jobs. Oral (m receiving). Deep throating. Face fucking. Unprotected sex (P in V). Overstimulation. Swearing. Alcohol use (they drink a beer). Eddie and Steve kinda have a “good cop, bad cop” thing going for a bit (don’t know if that’s worth a warning). Never explicitly stated anywhere, but this takes place after graduation so Reader is of age. And please let me know if I missed anything!

Notes: A day late! I can only apologise, but this fic was a lot and only got longer and longer so that’s my excuse. This is my first time writing Steve in a smut fic so fingers crossed I’ve managed to do him justice🤞🏻

Beta read by the magnificent @mylifeisactuallyamess. Thanks again! ❤️ Any remaining mistakes are all mine.

Even now, as you walked up the steps to the front door, you still felt that same rush that you did when you were a kid.

Everyone in Hawkins knew about the old Creel House. The place where Victor Creel killed his entire family in a horrific way that didn’t seem like a human could have been capable of it. People avoided it like the plague and it was almost as if the whole town was waiting for the walls to finally crumble and turn to dust so they could forget that it ever even existed.

“Scared?” Eddie’s grin is wide, bordering on demonic because he was ever the showman. “We can still go back.”

“I’m not scared,” you retort. “Are you?”

“No,” he replies instantly. “It’s just an old house. Its only occupants are probably spiders, mice and bats. Nothing to be scared of.”

You didn’t believe him.

Every kid in Hawkins had gone through the same rite of passage on Halloween night.

Small groups of kids would gather on the sidewalk in front of the house and watch as someone from their group would walk to the front door, knock, stand there for at least thirty seconds before hightailing it back to his or her friends and the process would repeat itself until everyone had done the same thing.

You had managed to do it when you were ten years old, but only barely. It was different now that you were older and wiser and knew that there was nothing to be afraid of.

It was just your mind playing tricks on you, making you believe that every shadow was a lurking demon or that every time the old wood creaked that it was the dead children of Victor Creel out to get you, forever stuck in the old house.

The reason that you were here now was because of one of Eddie’s dumb ideas. He had practically dared you into going to the old house on Halloween night, not just knocking on the door, but actually spending some time inside, too. He probably thought that you’d be too chicken to do it, but you had surprised him by saying that you’d be game.

The days leading up to it had been spent trying to put the other person off from going through with it. Citing various urban legends that surrounded the house, with the murders coming front and center obviously. Neither of you would be deterred however and that was how you found yourself standing in front of that door right now.

In a way you couldn’t quite believe that you were dumb enough to actually go through with it, half expecting that the floorboards would snap in two underneath you the second that you set foot through the door, but it would be worth it simply to wipe the smile off Eddie’s face.

It took him a short while before he managed to get the door open and the hinges creaked loudly when he slammed his shoulder into the old wood.

“Ladies first,” Eddie says with a bow and his arm gesturing into the dark house.

“You pussy,” you mock and then you step inside. When you turn around, he’s still standing right there on the threshold, staring at you wide-eyed. “Are you coming?” You pull your hands into your underarms and flap them around like they’re wings. “Or are you chicken?”

“Pfff. No way.” He straightens up immediately and takes a couple of large strides into the house until he’s standing a short distance in front of you. “Was just waiting for you to chicken out.”

“Yeah right,” you counter. “I could see the look on your face, you know.”

“Sure you could,” he huffs. “Come on. Lets explore.”

It was even creepier on the inside than outside. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust and cobwebs. The furniture had been left behind, picture frames hung askew on the walls or had fallen to the floor entirely, curtains hung in tatters on the rails, wallpaper was left to peel off the walls and the paint, which had probably been vibrant one day, had dulled over time.

Eddie had brought a couple of flashlights and while he wasn’t really illuminating much apart from his face by holding it underneath his chin almost the entire time, it did work brilliantly by making you focus more on him than on your surroundings.

Leading you into the back of the house, the both of you came to a standstill in what had probably been a study at one point or another. Some of the planks that had been put in front of the windows were missing and the pale blue moonlight was filtering it. It cast the space in an eerie glow.

“This is perfect,” Eddie declares. “We can hang out here.”

“What was the plan anyway?” You run a finger over one of the windowsills and look at the caked dust on the pad as you bring it up to your face. “You never were clear about that.”

“Nothing apart from drinking a couple of beers,” he shrugs.

“Huh,” you look around the space once more. “You just wanted to sit on the floor? Your jeans will get dirty.”

“I have a blanket in the van.”

“Of course you do,” you sigh. “Now why doesn’t that surprise me.”

“I sleep in there sometimes,” he responds.

“Sure, Eddie. Is that why you have condoms in the glovebox too?”

“I’m not having this conversation with you. Again.” He gives you the finger and you roll your eyes. “You wanna come with me and get the blanket and the beers?”

“No thank you,” you reply quickly. “I’ll wait for you right here.”

“Right here? You sure?” He actually sounds worried and you were somewhat sure that he wasn’t taking the piss. “You don’t have to act like a badass just to impress me, you know.”

“I’m not!” You step closer to him until you’re close enough to nudge his shoulder. “Just be quick, alright?”

“Fast as the wind, babe,” he says with a wink. “Promise.”

A shiver runs down your spine, but not because of the creepy house this time. Eddie flirted with everything that had a pulse, but it still made your heart flutter when he called you by an endearing nickname.

Eddie whistles as he walks off, some tune that you can’t quite place and that you highly suspect is from some random horror movie seeing how it sounds a bit sinister. You can hear him off in the distance, on the porch right outside, then on the path, until you can’t hear him at all anymore.

Now that Eddie had left you on your own, you weren’t so sure if you could handle it. You had merely told him that you could so he wouldn’t make fun of you (not that he ever would) and you were regretting it now.

It was as if every part of the house creaked now, as though the walls were talking and were telling you to get the hell out of here, but you couldn’t. Your legs were frozen in place, unable to move. You brought your hands up to your chest, feeling your heart beat furiously inside your ribcage and you took in a deep breath in the hopes of making it stop.

It didn’t work.

If anything it only felt like more adrenaline was being pumped through your system, triggering even more feelings of fear. You found yourself wishing that Eddie would come back soon, to have him fill up the silence by cracking dumb jokes, anything to pierce through the silence of the house. If your mouth had been able to move, you would have called out to him, but your jaw was clamped tightly shut.

When you feel a hand touch your shoulder, your entire body jolts before you breathe a sigh of relief, and you almost say the name of your friend as you turn around and find yourself staring straight into a Michael Myers mask instead.

You scream. It’s louder than you have ever screamed before and seconds later, you curl in on yourself, hands wrapped around your body and rocking back and forth on your heels.

The voice that answers isn’t Eddie’s voice and it barely even registers who was underneath the mask when he pulls it off, crouches down in front of you and tries to get you to calm down.

“Hey, hey,” Steve says softly before saying your name a few times. “Jesus Christ. Relax. It’s just me.” By this point, you’re crying and you can see the horrified look on Steve’s face over how badly wrong this prank even went. “Oh fuck. Please calm down.”

But you can’t.

So Steve does the only thing that he can think of doing.

From out of nowhere, he suddenly presses his lips down on yours and he keeps them there until you eventually reach out, tangle your fingers in his shirt and sigh. He pulls away slowly and you blink a few times just to make sure that he was really there.

“Okay now?” You nod and Steve smiles at you as he wipes your tears away. “Jesus, I didn’t even know you could scream that lou- Ow!” You slap his chest suddenly. “What was that for?”

“You scared the shit out of me, Steve!” When you try to hit him again, he grabs your wrist instead to ensure that you can’t hit him again. “Can’t believe that you’d do that to me!”

“It was Munson’s idea,” Steve jerks his head back to the doorway where Eddie stands, blanket and six pack of beer in his hands and staring at the two of you, his expression unreadable. “He thought that it would be funny.”

“Not funny, Eddie!” You flip him off. “Why would you even ask him to do that? That’s such a dick move.”

“Sorry,” Eddie mumbles before walking over to where you and Steve were, spreading the blanket out next to you and sitting down on it. “Shoulda seen your face though,” he says, but there’s no real amusement in his voice. It just feels a bit… empty.

He pulls one can of beer from the plastic rings and gestures at you two to take one as well. You and Steve share an awkward look and then you join Eddie.

Instead of listening to Eddie’s voice as he fills the silence with all kinds of stories, you find yourself listening to Steve talk instead. He talks about work and Dustin who had come in to ask for the scariest movie that they had, which Steve had to deny him on account of his age. He recounts Dustin’s reply word for word and you laugh until your sides hurt.

Eddie is uncharacteristically silent. He keeps looking at you and then at Steve, biting his bottom lip and looking down into his can of beer wistfully.

Eddie had planned the whole thing out.

Steve would scare the crap out of you and then Eddie would swoop in, acting all heroic, you’d fall into his arms and then he could finally tell you exactly how he had been feeling about you for a while.

Instead, Steve had completely stolen his thunder and had ended up kissing you instead. Suave bastard. Leave it to King Steve to ruin everything.

Maybe he should have asked Dustin to scare you instead, but since he had other plans Eddie had never asked him about it. Instead opting for Steve because he didn’t have a date for once in his life.

Now he’s forced to sit there as Steve makes you laugh and he hates that he even feels this way. Eddie had prided himself in the fact that he has never once been jealous of Steve, hell, he really liked the guy too, but he sure was green with envy now.

Steve throws a couple of odd looks in Eddie’s direction as well, as if he was silently asking him what the fuck he was doing and why he wasn’t joining in with the storytelling because Eddie was far better at it than he was, but he got nothing back in reply.

“Oh, Steve!” you suddenly exclaim. “Didn’t you have to get that thing?”

“Thing?” He looks confused and honestly, anyone would have. “What thing?”

“You know,” you hiss and your eyes dart over to Eddie until you see some spark of recognition bloom in Steve’s expression. “That thing.”

“Oh, ha, yeah,” he mutters, unconvincingly. “Now I remember. So I guess I should uh… get it huh?” You roll your eyes at Steve’s sad attempt at acting. You’d think that he would be somewhat better at this. “The thing.”

“Yeah, you should.” You pull on his arm to drag him in closer so you can whisper in his ear. “Give us a couple of minutes, alright?”

“Sure,” he replies. He gives your shoulder a stiff pat and gets to his feet. Steve can’t seem to resist giving you and Eddie a weird thumbs up which he follows up with the immortal words, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, kids.”

A groan escapes your lips and you mouth the word, “Go,” at him until Steve leaves the room. You look over to where Eddie is still sitting, unmoving like a statue, and you can’t help but feel sorry for him. You really needed to get to the bottom of his sudden mood change.

“What’s gotten into you?” You sidle up close to him and put your hand on his forearm. “You’re so quiet.”

“Nothing.” Eddie couldn’t keep the dejected tone out of his voice and you frowned at him. “Long night.”

“It’s about ten thirty,” you say softly. “You’re usually not in bed until around two in the morning.”

“Yeah, well, I did a lot of stuff today, you know.” It was the weakest excuse that he could have come up with and he hoped that you bought it. “Had to help Wayne with some stuff around the trailer.”

“Hmmm,” you hum in reply and he can tell straight away that you don’t believe a single word that he’s saying. “Sure.”

“What?” Eddie can’t stop himself from bristling slightly at your reply. “It’s true.”

“No, it isn’t.” You shift until you’re sitting right in front of him, but he seems reluctant to look you in the eye. “Now are you gonna tell me what’s really going on? If you don’t tell me, I’ll just go home.”

That got his attention.

“You can’t leave!” There’s a bit of a panicked look in his eyes, but at least he’s looking at you now. “I’m sorry, alright? But please don’t go.”

“I’ll go if you won’t talk to me,” you repeat once more. “So spill. Tell me what’s up.”

“Alright,” he said with a groan. “It’s Harrington.”

“What about him?”

“Are you for real?” Everything about his tone of voice tells you that he seems to think that you should get it, but you have no idea what he’s on about. You look at him questioningly until he follows up on his question with an annoyed sigh and says, “He kissed you!”

“Yeah, he did,” you shrug, because you hadn’t minded at all. “Is that a problem?”

“Yes! He wasn’t supposed to-“ Eddie swallows his words back down. If he told you what the problem was, you’d laugh at him, of that he was certain. “Eh. It’s eh… he’s lame.”

“No. Fuck off. Don’t do that, Eddie. He wasn’t supposed to do what?”

“Fuck,” he says under his breath. He didn’t have a choice now. He had to come clean. If he didn’t, you would leave and he definitely didn’t want that to happen. “He wasn’t supposed to kiss you.”

“And why not?”

“Because… ‘cause… that’s what I wanted to do,” he eventually mumbled.

“Oh yeah?” In all the time that you have known Eddie, you never once thought that you’d hear him say that. You had dreamed of it, of course, but it’s quite different to actually hear him say it. You actually give the back of your hand a squeeze just to make sure that you’re awake. “You wanna kiss me?”

“Yeah.” He says it so softly that you can barely even hear him at all. “I do.”

“So why don’t you?”

“Wait.” Eddie blinks in surprise. Very much like you were thinking earlier, he obviously hadn’t expected you to say that. “You want me to kiss you?”

“You can if you want to,” you reply shyly. “Just saying.”

“Shit.” He looks at your face more closely, probably to check if you’re being sincere, but there’s no hint of a lie to be found anywhere. “Shit. Seriously?”

“Yeah.” You look down at yourself and pull on a stray bit of thread that came loose from the hemline of your shirt. “Do you want to?”

“Yes.” The thread is instantly forgotten when he says that, making you look back up into his dark eyes. “Yes, I want to.”

You lean forward a little, moving into his space, and Eddie’s eyes widen, surprised that you even want him to kiss you. He leans in, too, close enough for him to count your eyelashes if he wanted to, and being this close is making his heart race.

This was really happening. This was actually fucking happening.

Your lips touch, nothing more than a light brush against each other as you finally make contact, and he finds himself pulling away just a tiny bit, only for you to give chase and pressing your lips back on him with some more force. Your hands move to the back of his head, threading your fingers through his hair to ensure that he can’t pull away.

Eddie gives in all too easily and your lips press and slide against each other. His tongue moves over your lips, following the crease between them, and you open your mouth to give him access. His tongue dives into your mouth, seeking out yours so they can move together.

You sigh and his hands move to your waist, pulling you in closer until your chests are pressed flush together. Eddie can feel your hardened nipples pressing against him through your shirt and bra.

A loudly creaking floorboard pulls the both of you out of the moment.

Your heads turn as one to see Steve leaning against the doorway, his arms folded in front of his chest, and with an amused look on his face.

“Enjoying yourselves?”

“We were until you interrupted,” Eddie grumbled.

“I guess,” you say with a mischievous grin. When Eddie pinches your arm, you wink at him. “I was kidding. That was a good kiss.”

“Better than mine?” Steve asks as he settles back down on the floor in the same spot where he was sitting before.

“Didn’t last long enough so I can’t exactly compare you guys,” you giggle.

Steve takes a sip from his beer and you watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. He wipes his mouth with his hand and suddenly asks, “You want to?”

The whole atmosphere in the room changes suddenly. The three of you exchange looks and there is a pause as you wait for someone to raise any objections, but nothing happens.

Even the house is silent, like it’s holding his breath as it waits for events to unfurl.

The silence drags on and from the way that Steve is looking at you, eyebrows raised and one corner of his mouth turned up in a lopsided smile, makes you realize that you were supposed to say something.

“I wouldn’t mind,” you let slip, speaking so quickly that it almost comes out as one word because your nerves briefly seem to have taken control of your mouth. Steve tilts his head to the side when you give him that as an answer. This was not the time to be flippant. “Yes. I do,” you amend yourself with more certainty.

“Okay.” Steve shrugs with a grin before getting up and sitting down next to you. He brushes some hairs out of your face and his hand lingers on your jaw as he leans in slowly. “Now be sure to tell us who’s the better kisser.”

Kissing Steve is different.

With Eddie there was an underlying sweetness and a hint of hesitation, but Steve kisses you with a lot more certainty. He doesn’t hold back like Eddie initially did and hits you with the full force of what he can do.

You’re reduced to moaning into his mouth within seconds, the muscles in your thighs quivering as every press of his lips goes straight down to your core. Seemingly noticing this, Steve’s hand drops down to your lap, his fingers gingerly brushing over the front of your jeans at first before pressing down harder and making sparks fly from your cunt.

Not wanting to be outdone, you feel Eddie’s chest pressing against your back. He removes your jacket first and then his hands circle your waist momentarily before he cups your tits and gives a squeeze that’s almost too gentle. You mewl between the two boys and your mind has a hard time processing that this is even happening at all.

You pull away from Steve’s lips with reluctance. “What are we doing?” Steve’s lips settle on your neck where he starts creating marks by sucking on your skin. “Are we going to have sex in a haunted house?”

“You wanna have sex?” Eddie attempts to sound scandalized, but it doesn’t help that he’s chuckling and then Steve starts laughing, too. “Such a filthy girl.”

“If I had known this beforehand, I never would have kissed you,” Steve agrees. “You actually want us to fuck you on this old floor?”

“I dunno,” you gasp. “You guys just want to keep touching me like this?”

“Like what?” Steve counters as his deft fingers pop the button of your jeans, pull the zip down and then slides them in. “Like this?” He doesn’t have much room to work with, but his digits slide up and down your wet panties and you push up into his hand. “You’re soaked, babe.”

“Fucking knew it,” Eddie breathes into your ear. “She’s practically gagging for it.”

“You were right,” Steve acknowledges and the pad of his index finger rubs circles around your still covered up clit.

“You guys planned this?” The question spills out of you in between little gasps and moans as two sets of hands keep touching you. Eddie’s lips are on your shoulder, dragging back and forth, and Steve keeps his beautiful eyes on you at all times. “That’s just so-“

“Right?” Steve interjects.

“Filthy?” Eddie says at the same time.

“Unexpected,” you say instead. “I had no idea-“

“I didn’t exactly plan this,” Eddie reveals. “Didn’t get further than kissing you if I’m honest.” You crane your neck, turning your head slightly so you can just about see him. “But I’m not complaining.”

“Me neither,” Steve affirms. “And what about you?” He addresses you now, looks for even the slightest hint of doubt on your face. “You can still opt out. No hard feelings.”

“I could,” you reply teasingly, wanting to keep them in suspense for a little bit even if you were already ridiculously into this. “You guys wouldn’t hate me for it?”

“I wouldn’t,” Eddie’s lips move against your skin as he talks, the collar of your shirt pulled to the side to give him more room to work with. “I’d just be incredibly disappointed.”

“And you?” Your hand loosely curls around Steve’s bicep. His fingers never once stopped working you over, continuing on with their ministrations over your soaked through panties. “Would you be disappointed as well, Steve?”

Worldly Steve Harrington gives you nothing to work with, nothing apart from a smirk, because he already knows what you want. He had seen it written all over your face from the moment that you agreed to let him kiss you again.

You’re so fucking hungry for both of them.

“Fuck it.” You knock your back into Eddie’s chest. He gets the idea and pulls away. Steve merely looks at you with his eyebrows raised when you peel his hand out of your jeans. You take a deep breath. “Fuck. It.”

Getting to your feet, you take a step back and both the boys look up at you expectantly. Reaching down to the hemline of your shirt, you pull it up over your head. You kick your sneakers off and then strip out of your jeans.

So now you’re standing in what was probably once the dining room of an old house, a house that may very well be haunted, and you’re in your underwear. You’re standing in front of two guys, two very hot guys, and you’re about to embark on something that you had only ever dared dream about.

Eddie gets up first and all the uncertainty from before is gone. It’s replaced with confidence now that you’ve made it clear that you are very into this.

“Fuck,” he says under his breath as his eyes rake up and down your body. He cups your cheeks and kisses you with such force that it makes your head spin. “I always had you down as innocent, you know?” You laugh at that. “For real,” Eddie emphasizes. “Because you always looked like it. So sweet and perfect. Silently asking to be defiled.”

“Sorry.” You’re having a hard time not scoffing in his face, because you were far from as innocent as he’s making you sound. “Did I burst your bubble?”

“You’re fucking filthy, sweetheart.” His words make a shiver run down your spine and you swear that it makes you go even wetter as well. “But I never thought you’d be this filthy.”

“Maybe you’ll find out exactly how bad I really am.” Your hands move to his vest, sliding underneath the leather jacket and pushing it off his shoulders until it falls to the floor with a thud. “You want to know what I’m really like?”

“Fuck yeah,” he breathes out and your hands slide over his chest, feeling every muscle through the thin Hellfire shirt that he wore. “What are you gonna do?”

“You’ll see.” You don’t remove his shirt, nor do you tell him to take it off, not yet. Your digits skim over his nipples over the fabric and you see Eddie’s hips jerk forward a little. “I want to make you feel good.” His beautiful eyes were squeezed shut for a second there, but as soon as you start undoing his belt, he looks down. “Will you let me?”

With his belt now hanging open, you start undoing the button of his jeans and then slowly slide the zip down. His eyeballs almost pop out of their sockets when you sink down onto your knees.

“Fuck,” Eddie mutters, somewhat unable to believe his luck. You pull his jeans down roughly, down past his knees. When you pull his plaid boxers down, his big dick nearly pokes your eye out. “Oh fuck.”

Grabbing his thighs, you make Eddie turn a fraction, just to make sure that Steve has one of the best views in the house. Your gaze falls down to his hand which is palming the front of his jeans to relieve some of the tension that’s building.

You know for a fact that Steve is packing, it’s all in the way that he carries himself. It is something that is also confirmed by his tight jeans that leave nothing to the imagination. It’s all right there, on display for everyone that wants to see.

Eddie’s just about had enough of waiting and he grabs his cock so he can wipe the ruddy tip over your cheek, just to remind you that he’s still there.

“Didn’t forget you,” you say as you look back up at him. Your index finger swipes over your cheek, to gather the drops of precum that he smeared over your skin, and you stick it in your mouth so you can suck the salty fluid off. “I’d never.”

A potential smartass reply dies in his throat and turns into a groan instead when you finally take his cock into your mouth.

This is as much a show for Eddie as it is for Steve and you start licking Eddie’s cock like it’s a popsicle. The noises you make are over exaggerated, humming and moaning like you were having the best meal in your entire life.

Steve’s hand slides down into his jeans and the way that he angles himself, just about able to wrap his fingers around himself, makes the reddened tip of his dick poke out of the top of his boxers.

You gesture with your hand in an effort to make Steve come closer, which he does. You circle the fingers of your free hand around the base of Eddie’s cock and lazily start jerking him off to make sure that he wasn’t being left out.

When Steve’s close enough, you attempt to push down his jeans, but when you’re only able to uncover part of the trail of hair that goes down into his underwear, he gives you a helping hand instead.

Steve doesn’t work slow. He pushes the fabric down just far enough for his cock to jump out and you audibly gasp when it’s finally revealed. He’s long, thick too, and you honestly can’t wait until he impales you on it.

You spit on the palm of your hand, reach down and lubricate his shaft with your saliva. Then your digits curl around the velvety skin, squeezing once, and then your hand starts gliding up and down his length.

Turning your head back in Eddie’s direction, you take him into your mouth again, deepthroating him to make up for your previous neglect. The noises he makes are a fair indication that he’s more than willing to forgive you.

“Fuck, you look so pretty with your mouth full,” he remarks. “Don’t you think so too, Harrington?”

“Yeah, she does,” Steve agrees. “She can’t give us any lip now.”

“True.” Eddie’s hand moves to the back of your head, just to make sure that you can’t pull away. “Bet you’d like to though, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?”

You manage to get out a distorted “uh-huh” and the boys laugh cruelly, amused at your current predicament. Though it couldn’t exactly be called a predicament when you were this into it.

Hollowing out your cheeks, you keep moving your mouth up and down Eddie’s cock, mirroring the speed with which your hand was working over Steve’s. Both of them swear under their breaths and their joined moans are like the sweetest music that you've ever heard.

“Such a good girl,” Eddie comments.

“Think that you earned yourself a little reward, baby,” Steve adds. He pulls your hand away from him and you would have asked him why if you could have, but he moves until he’s right behind you so you can’t see him anymore.

Soon enough, you feel him though. One of his hands settles on your stomach and starts to dip down lower until it’s between your thighs. His fingertips move over your panties and come to rest on your mound, his touch feather light and barely applying pressure at all. You whine pathetically and Steve chuckles in your ear.

His free hand moves in, hooking the saturated cloth under his thumb and pulling it away so that your cunt is now exposed to the cold air. He is still hardly touching you, his fingers digging into the top of your thigh, about an inch away from your burning core.

When his fingers finally touch your pussy, you sigh deeply, satisfied that he’s finally touching you right where you want him to.

Steve wastes no time. He slides his fingers between your wet lips, picking up enough moisture and sinks one finger in shortly after. One finger quickly becomes two and he fucks you with his fingers so fast that you can barely keep up with his onslaught on your cunt.

Steve’s erection pokes in your lower back, as a reminder that he’s still hard, his hips gently rocking back and forth against your flushed skin.

Since you’re now too focused on the pleasure that Steve is bringing you, you in turn lose sight of Eddie. Though you could have argued that that was impossible to do seeing how his dick was still firmly pressed into your mouth.

Eddie’s hands grasp your face, his touch far from gentle now, fingertips threading into your hair. His hips advance forward, holding your head still as his cock hits the back of your throat and he starts rocking back and forth.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he says in a tone that sounds far from apologetic. “Had to take matters into my own hands.” You look up at him, tears already forming in your eyes, blurring your vision. “You don’t mind, do you?” Eddie relaxes his grip on you slightly, just enough so that you can shake your head a little. “Good fucking girl.”

Steve’s fingers curl up inside you, pressing against your sweet spot, the one that makes your toes curl, and you moan loudly around Eddie’s cock, who can’t help himself as soon as he feels the vibrations from your voice and presses in deeper than before. He can feel the muscles in your throat fluttering around him deliciously.

Saliva bubbles at the corners of your mouth and spills out as you choke around him. You breathe in deeply through your nose, letting Eddie continue to use you for his own needs.

Steve doesn’t let up either, his fingers not so much thrusting now, but more curling and constantly prodding that ribbed part inside. You can feel the pressure building in the pit of your stomach, muscles tightening around his thick digits and your orgasm hits you with the power of a freight train.

You would have screamed if you had been able to. Instead the sounds of your sudden climax come out all garbled. Eddie doesn’t grant you a moment reprieve either, his fingers digging into your cheeks as he keeps fucking your face.

The first spurt of his cum hits the back of your throat and you do your best to swallow, to devour everything that he gives you, but when he pulls his softening dick out of your mouth, a little trickle of his seed comes out, mixed with your spit, spilling down your lip and chin.

“What’s this, sweetness?” Eddie notices immediately and his thumb wipes the residue away gently. “You made a mess.” He forcefully shoves his thumb into your mouth. “Suck.”

You do as he commands and your tongue twirls around it, cleaning off whatever leftovers were stuck to the pad of his finger and he doesn’t pull it out until he’s satisfied that you got rid of everything.

“Good girl,” he coos. “Isn’t she well behaved?”

“Very.” Steve’s lips brush against the shell of your ear and the skin on your arms bump instantly. “Are you gonna be a good girl for me, too, baby?”

“Yes,” you reply resolutely. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”

“Even better,” Steve says. “We like that, don’t we?“

“Abso-fucking-lutely.” Eddie sits back down, right in front of you and Steve, and he looks on hungrily. “What do you want Stevie to do to you, sweetheart?”

“W-want him to-“

“Don’t tell me,” Eddie cuts you off with a grin, “tell Steve.”

When you turn around to face him, Steve has an expectant look in his beautiful eyes, waiting for you to tell him exactly what you want him to do to you.

“I want you to fuck me, Steve,” you confess, “want you to fuck me real good.”

“Oh yeah?” He reaches out and trails his fingers from your shoulder down your bare arm. You shiver as soon as he makes contact with your skin. “Is that what you want?”

“Y-yes,” you confirm, “that’s what I want.”

“Take off your bra.”

Steve doesn’t just ask you, no, he’s telling you, and you’re willing to comply with his demand partly. You reach around your back and unhook the garment. You hold the cups in place with one arm and slide the straps down your arms with the other.

“Take it off for me?” You bat your lashes at him and bite your bottom lip.

“Sure,” Steve chuckles. He removes your arm from your chest and your bra simply slides off as soon as that happens. “Would you look at that,” he whistles through his teeth. “Aren’t you pretty.”

The urge to cover up is damn near overwhelming, their intense stares are practically killing you, but as soon as you shift your arms, the movement so slight it should have been imperceptible, Steve notices.

“Don’t.” His hands come up to your elbows, firmly holding them in place. “Don’t cover yourself up.”

An apology forms in your mind, but there’s little chance to actually utter it. Steve dips his head down, until he’s level with your chest, and licks a line from between your tits up over your sternum.

His lips start moving over your neck and to the bottom of your jaw, nice and slow, kissing his way up until he can blow air into your ear. It makes you shiver.

“You’re beautiful,” Steve speaks in hushed tones, almost as if he doesn’t want Eddie to hear what he’s telling you. “I always thought so, you know?”

“I didn’t,” you answer. His hand is on your lower back, index finger hooking underneath the elastic band of your panties so he can pull it away from your body and snap it back.

“Well, you are.” He picks at the waistband impatiently. “Why don’t you take these off, too?”

“Gladly.” You reach out, place a few fingers on his thigh and tap his jeans. “Are you going to do the same?“

“Guess I’ll have to.”

It doesn’t take that long until both of you are completely naked from the waist down. It does not escape you that you’re the only one that’s completely naked now either.

“You gonna let me fuck you in front of Eddie?” Steve husks in your ear when he leans in. “Make him watch while I split you open with my dick?”

“Yes,” you whimper. “Please.”

“Please? Damn, I love that.” Steve sits back, long legs spread out in front of him and his arms positioned behind. You move in to straddle his hairy thighs and wait for him to make a move, but nothing happens. He flashes you a wide grin and says, “Go on. Put it in.”

Your eyes fall on his massive erection and you can’t help but swallow hard.

Obediently, you rise up, position his cock in front of your entrance and sink down on him. It’s insane how he just seems to keep coming, like there’s no end to his cock, but you’ll be damned if you let him break you.

Not when Eddie’s waiting in the wings to take over as soon as Steve’s done with you anyway.

You keep letting yourself sink down a little bit more at a time, taking inch after inch, until you finally reach the end of him. You inhale a sharp breath as you try to adjust to his size.

“Jesus Christ, Steve,” you whine. “You’re in so deep that you’ll be coming out my belly button as soon as I move.”

“Think that you can’t take it?”

“Fuck, you think that little of me?” You grind your hips against his, slowly, slow enough to savor the feel of him. “I’d like to try.”

“Shit,” he laughs. “You’re a fucking dream, babe.” Your fingers tighten in the fabric of his yellow sweater and you pull on it harshly. “Off?“

“Yeah, off.” He pulls the sweater and the shirt that he had on underneath off. As soon as his chest is bare, you run your hands up and down his chest, feeling his chest hair on your palms. You lean forward to lick a stripe up his neck and when you reach his ear, you take the lobe between your teeth and give a gentle tug. “I’m gonna move now,” you tell him.

“Go for it.” He can’t resist smacking your ass and squeezing you roughly when you finally start rocking against him. “That’s it, baby.”

Hanging onto his shoulders, you start riding him. It’s all you now, Steve barely moves, instead looking closely at the point where your bodies meet and how your cunt greedily keeps sucking his cock back in.

Arching your back, you push your chest out and put a hand on the back of his head to pull him in closer until he figures out what you want him to do.

His lips latch onto your nipple, his mouth hot as he sets to sucking gently. You buck up, hips lifting so far up that his cock almost slips out entirely, but you catch yourself just in time and slam back down.

“Fuck, Steve.” Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging on the strands every time that his tongue swipes over your hot skin. “Feels so good.”

“You feel good,” He exhales against you. “So fucking tight. You fit like a glove.”

Finally he moves, angling his hips so he can fuck up into you, and you mewl his name. He rams in so deep that it should have been painful, but the ecstasy that’s budding is starting to overtake all your other senses.

Shoving a hand in between your bodies, circling your clit with two fingers. The combination of his thrusts along with your own assistance are electrifying and you start chasing your release with desperation.

Steve mutters words of encouragement which you barely hear, because of your climax peaks and flows in waves through your body, from your cunt to the tips of your fingers and toes.

Your body goes limp, your head sagging forward slightly, and you need a second to recollect yourself. The only thing that even snaps you out of it is the fact that Steve is still rock hard. Tilting your chin back up, you stare deep into his blown out pupils for about a second before he surges forward.

There’s a sense of urgency in the kiss that he gives you. He’s barely able to press his lips on yours as it is, but Steve still tries. You feel his tongue at the corner of your lips and you close your lips around it so you can suck it into your mouth. He gasps, the kiss turning sloppy again, and he wraps his arms around your waist tightly.

“You gonna come, pretty boy?” He presses his head against your shoulder, teeth scraping over your skin as his thrusts grow more uneven. “Huh? You gonna come for me?”

“Fuck,” he breathes against your skin.

“Fill me up, Steve.” His hips jerk more roughly up into you. “I want your cum so bad.”

You scream when Steve bites down on your shoulder hard, his climax finally hitting him and needing another outlet. The last few thrusts are weak and then he stills entirely. His tongue laps at the mark that he just left, lazily following the outline of his teeth that was already appearing.

“Sorry,” he breathes against your skin. “Couldn’t control myself.”

“Don’t apologize,” you reply and you push him away from your shoulder so you can cup his face and look him in the eye. “That was so fucking good.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah.” Steve kisses you then and you can feel him smiling against your lips. “So, so good.”

Steve hangs onto you for a bit longer, his arms still wrapped around your waist, unwilling to let you go. You come down from your high together and you’re almost reluctant to let him go, but you hear Eddie exhaling deeply behind you (you don’t even remember him lighting a cigarette) and realize that you have to let go of Steve.

You start shifting a few seconds later, having now entirely caught your breath. Your lips find Steve’s again and you kiss him lazily when you push yourself up, softly groaning when his now soft cock slides out.

“Don’t move.” There’s an underlying sense of hunger to Eddie’s voice and you can hear him move in behind you. “Hold on to Steve’s shoulders.”

With your ass still in the air, you hold on to Steve, whose gaze is fixed entirely in your face. Then you feel a hand on your ass, squeezing, and another one on your slit, fingers sliding in all too easily after Steve spread you open.

“Fuck, it’s leaking out, man.” Eddie sounds impressed as he says that to no one in particular and then two fingers appear in your line of vision. It’s wet with your and Steve’s bodily fluids. “Suck.”

Like earlier, you oblige and start sucking off whatever was on there. The only difference now is that you can feel the tip of his cock prodding your opening. You moan around his fingers when he slides in entirely in one fluid movement.

“Fuck,” Eddie groans. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“Told you,” Steve chimes in.

“You did.” Eddie pulls his hand away from your lips and moves it down to lightly grab your throat. Then he pulls back before slamming back inside you roughly. “This fucking pussy,” he groans in your ear. “It’s sucking me right back in.”

“Still haven’t had enough?” Steve places his hand over his heart and pouts at you. “You wound me.”

You don’t answer. You don’t think that you’re able to remember any words at all now that Eddie is plowing into you while you’re practically in Steve’s lap.

Eddie’s ringed fingers squeeze your neck, cutting off your air supply for a split second.

“He asked you a question.” Eddie’s voice is low as he hisses in your ear. “You still want more?”

“Y-yes,” you choke out. “Can’t- can’t get enough.”

“Fuck, sweetheart. Guess I’ll just have to give you what you want then.” The speed of his thrusts increases until he’s pounding into you and reducing you to nothing but a whining mess. “I’m gonna fucking ruin you.”

It’s nothing short of insane that Eddie is even able to keep up this manic pace at all, the sound of his skin slapping against yours so fast that you can’t keep track, but somehow he manages.

Your mouth hangs open in a silent scream, your eyesight glazed over by now. You’re so far gone that you haven’t even realized that you had started crying.

“You’re so pretty like this.” When Steve wipes a few fingers over your cheek, that’s the first time that you notice that your skin is wet. “Are you close?”

In an ideal world, you would have been able to answer his question. You would have been able to say “yes, I’m close, so close.” But nothing except incoherent babbling comes out of your mouth as you nonsensically string words together.

“I’ll give you a hand, yeah?” Steve sounds sweet, that’s about all that registers. Your body jumps when his fingers find your clit and he starts rubbing fiercely. “You’re okay,” he says just loud enough over Eddie’s groans. “Come on. Come for us.”

“C-can’t,” you whine. “Ca-can’t.”

“Yeah, you can.” His fingers don’t stop stimulating your swollen bundle of nerves. “One more, baby. Last one.”

“You can do it,” Eddie grunts behind you. “I want you to squeeze me dry, sweetness.”

Despite their encouragement, you’re convinced that you can’t. You came twice already, the most that you’ve ever climaxed in one night, so you’ve already gotten more than you ever could have wished for.

“I-I sw-swear that I- fuck!”

To say that you’re surprised when another orgasm tears through your body would be an understatement. You imagine that this is what it must be like to be struck by lightning. There’s no part of your body that isn’t tingling. You dig your nails into Steve’s shoulders and drag them down his chest all the way to his hips where they come to a standstill.

“Fuck!” Your walls clamp down on Eddie like a vice and he swears loudly as soon as it happens. “You’re fucking- holy shit.”

You barely even notice how tight his grip on your hips is, but come morning there would be an imprint of his ringed fingers on your skin.

Eddie fucks you straight through your orgasm and since Steve seems to be refusing to pull his hand away from your clit, you start screaming through your teeth from the overstimulation. Every muscle in your body jerks, desperately wanting to pull away, but they won’t let you.

There’s no escape from this and your only choice is to ride it out, to let it happen until Eddie finally pumps you full with his cum as well.

The noises that he makes change subtly at first, changing in pitch, his voice getting higher the closer he gets to his release. Eddie shouts your name, one final push, and then you can feel his warm seed filling you up and joining the mess that Steve left a bit earlier.

“Christ,” Eddie’s out of breath which is all down to how much he exerted himself. “Your pussy is fucking perfect.” His softening cock slides out, instantly making you feel empty. A few seconds later, you hear a loud thud. “I could sleep for days.”

“Insane,” you mutter. “You guys are insane.”

“Maybe, but that was hot as fuck,” Eddie replies from somewhere behind you. “Jesus H. Christ.”

“You trying to tell me you didn’t have a great time?” Steve asks and you briefly meet his gaze before looking away again. “Don’t get all shy on me now.” His hand cups your chin, tilting your head back up until you’re forced to look at him again. “You got a mixture of my and Eddie’s cum oozing down your legs. So don’t act all coy.”

“Wasn’t,” you murmur. “I mean, I wasn’t going to say that.”

“There,” he says, satisfied once more. “Feels good now that you’ve admitted it, huh?”

“I was feeling pretty good before,” you admit.

“Really?” You turn your head to look at Eddie who’s sprawled out on the blanket, his head propped up by his arm. “I hadn’t noticed,” he finishes with a smug expression on his face.

“Thought I was hiding it so well, too,” you joke. “Nice to know you’re not just a pretty face, Ed.”

“Shucks, sweetheart, didn’t know you felt that way.”

“Seriously, have you seen you?” You gesture at him with your hand, as if that simple gesture would be enough to explain what words couldn’t. “You’re a handsome devil. Take it from me.”

It had always mystified you how he didn’t have more women fawning all over him, with his big doe eyes, full lips and amazing hair. And you weren’t even talking about his tattoos.

“Same thing goes for you, Steve,” you say to him, even though you don’t think that he needs the validation. With the amount of girls that were throwing themselves at him for a large part of his high school days, he’s probably been told that he’s good looking plenty of times before. “You’re gorgeous.”

“Thanks,” he smiles, “I’d much rather look at you though.”

“Charmer.” 

“I can’t help it,” he explains. “I see a pretty girl, I need to tell her.”

“Are you giving me the King Steve treatment right now?” You lean in to kiss his cheek suddenly and whisper the following words, “Because you don’t have to, you know.”

“Nah. I wouldn’t dare.” Steve turns his head so he can catch your lips with his. “That was all me.”

“You’re actually making it worse,” you gripe. You nudge at his cheek gently before moving away from him and sitting down next to where Eddie is still spread out on the blanket. You drape your arm over the section of his stomach that’s bare from where his shirt has ridden up. “That’s quite an achievement.”

“I aim to please,” Steve gives you a two-finger Cub Scout salute and a wink which comes across as so cocksure that you can’t help but giggle. He wiggles his eyebrows and adds, “And you definitely look very pleased, if you know what I mean.”

“Oh god, please stop.” Reaching over Eddie, you grab what remains of the six pack and hand Steve a beer, “Here. Now shut up.”

“What about me?” Eddie pushes himself into an upright position and takes the can that you offer him. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

A short silence falls over the three of you, nothing to be heard but your breathing and the soft creaking of the house as it seems to come back to life around you. It doesn’t seem as scary to you now as it did in the beginning.

Funny how that changed in a matter of hours.

When you feel Eddie’s hand circle around your ankle, his thumb caressing the back of your heel, you suddenly feel the need to inquire, “Same time, same place next year?”

“Next year?” Eddie sounds nothing short of annoyed that you had even suggested waiting that long. “Fuck that. I want to do that again tomorrow.”

How Eddie can say that when his touch on your leg gets more insistent, his hand already shifting to your calf, making it painfully obvious that he wants to do it again right now is beyond you, but you’re not foolish enough to point it out.

“My parents won’t be home until late November,” Steve helpfully throws in. “So.”

“That’s settled then,” Eddie replies with some finality in his voice, not even waiting for your answer.

They already know your answer after all.

“You guys are going to kill me,” you huff and you try to ignore how Eddie’s hand is slowly moving up past your knee. “Come morning, I’ll be dead,” you say directly to him now, but Eddie simply grins and shrugs.

“Do you mind?” Steve moves in closer next to you and nuzzles your neck. He starts leaving open mouthed kisses all along your jaw and murmurs against your skin, “You can take it. I know you can.”

“I’m not so sure,” you answer, but you still turn your head so you can give him a kiss. You gasp into Steve’s mouth when Eddie’s hand reaches the apex of your thighs. “But I’m willing to give it a go.”

“Attagirl.”

You can’t remember who said that afterwards, but you decide that it doesn’t matter, not when they were gearing you up for another round. Not when there was the prospect of more of this on the horizon whenever you wanted it, but you’d always remember this night, the night when it all started, the Halloween night that changed your life…

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Love Me, Love Me Not

Based on a prompt from @mysticcrownshipper, I hope I did it justice! I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

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After the harrowing events of Spring Break, the school banned Hellfire from meeting on school grounds. They’d finally managed to get rid of him by sending him a pity diploma, there was no way in hell they were going to let him back for a nonacademic game. Eddie’s new trailer wasn’t big enough to comfortably host all of them, Gareth’s mom wouldn’t let them meet in the garage after hearing about Eddie’s accusations on the news, and Mrs. Wheeler wouldn’t let them use the basement. Just like that, one of the only things that kept the boys sane was taken away from them. 

Eddie was practically bursting at the seams when Steve offered for them to use his dining room. Steve hadn’t heard from his parents since Christmas and he wasn’t expecting them to come back any time soon. And he was itching to do something to make the kids happy. They’d been through so much already, they deserved to act like kids for a while and play their little nerd game without restriction.

From that point on, Thursday nights at the Harrington household were devoted to Hellfire. The first few sessions of the new campaign were a bit awkward. The Corroded Coffin boys didn’t know how to interact with Steve. He’d never bullied them or messed with any of them directly but they’d heard enough rumors about him to be wary. After the first few meetings though, they lost their hesitance around him and he became just another guy, another friend that they were excited to hang out with. 

On one fateful Thursday, the boys were mingling during a break in the session and Gareth opened up a can of worms he would’ve rather kept shut. He’d been watching Eddie making eyes at Steve all day and he finally called him out on it over a beer and some Cheetos. 

“So, you and Steve, huh? I didn’t think he was your type. You going for jocks now?” Gareth said it as nonchalantly as he possibly could but Eddie still snorted his beer up his nose and fell into a coughing fit. 

“Fucking shit, Gare! Don’t just drop that on me like that, what’s the matter with you! Of course I’m not, just leave it!” Eddie sputtered.

The Corroded Coffin boys narrowed their eyes at him in unison. None of them believed him especially since he had waxed poetic about the golden flecks in Steve’s eyes just a few hours prior. 

“Dude, that’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard you say and you’ve said some really dumb shit,” Jeff told him deadpan.

Grant scoffed in his face, “yeah sure. Just lie to us like we can’t see that you’re head over heels for the guy.”

“I’m not! Why would I be interested in Steve? There’s no way in hell that would ever work out. Just drop it, you’re making me uncomfortable” Eddie seemed adamant on that and the other boys nodded in reluctant agreement. What they didn’t realize was that Steve had heard their whole conversation from his position in the hallway. 

He really thought he was getting somewhere with being Eddie’s friend, maybe more. Just like all of his other relationships though, he was putting more effort in than Eddie was. He didn’t realize that he hated him so much though. But, maybe he should have. Eddie had seemed hesitant to accept his offer of hosting Hellfire at his house. Steve probably made him uncomfortable, either being a jock when jocks had terrorized him over Spring Break or maybe because he knew Steve had a thing for him and wasn’t interested. Regardless, he didn’t want to make Eddie feel any worse than he already had so he took a step back. 

Steve turned down invitations, made himself scarce on Thursday Hellfire nights, and limited his regular tangents to bland responses. He wanted to make Eddie feel more comfortable with the Party and himself. However, all it served to do was make Eddie pissed off. 

From his perspective, Steve had seemingly out of nowhere decided that Eddie wasn’t worth being friends with. Their weekly smokeouts that he looked forward to were canceled. His lengthy conversations at Family Video with Steve and Robin were met with stilted conversation and narrowed eyes. He didn’t know what had happened to cause the change but Eddie couldn’t help but feel offended. What the fuck had happened to cause such a profound change between them?

Eddie lasted a lengthy two weeks before he exploded. Steve refused yet another invitation to watch Hellfire and Eddie couldn’t take it anymore. “Oh yeah? You’re too good to fraternize with mere peasants, huh King Steve? You have everyone fooled but you’re still such bullshit!” 

Steve whipped around in shock and stepped closer to Eddie to scream into his face. “I’m bullshit? Really? Are you fucking serious?! I was fine, I was having fun talking to you and hanging out and then you said I made you uncomfortable so I backed off. If anyone is bullshit here, it's you. Stop sending fucking mixed signals and leave me alone!”

Eddie just blinked at his back as Steve grabbed his car keys and took off in a haze of confused anger. Well shit, he’d fucked this up immensely. He couldn’t even bring himself to move until Gareth pushed harshly at his shoulder. 

“Dude, what the hell is the matter with you? Steve’s a good guy, why are you jerking him around?” He sniped at him, stabbing his chest with aggressive finger pokes. 

Eddie was still in shock at Steve’s words, still reeling at his proclamation. “He said he likes me?”

“Are you a dumbass?” Jeff asked him. “No seriously, are you stupid? He just said that he backed off because you said you were uncomfortable, he was respecting your boundaries, and you called him bullshit. We’re past him liking you now. We’re in ‘you fucked it up’ territory now, bud.”

Eddie’s heart fell. He didn’t know where to go from there, he’d never liked anyone quite like Steve. “How do I fix this? I really like him.”

Grant sneered at him, “you don’t deserve Steve. You’ve been treating him like shit for the past two weeks, just leave him alone.”

“Wow Grant, thanks for your opinion. That was very helpful,” Eddie said before turning to Jeff and Gareth. “Seriously though, how do I fix this?”

Gareth just let out the most profound sigh anyone had ever heard. “Jesus Christ, Eddie. I think he heard you telling us that we were making you uncomfortable when we asked about him and he misunderstood. I’ll talk to him and explain but fuck man, you need to get better at communicating. If this does work out between you guys, you can’t just keep everything bottled up like this. It’s stressful for all of us.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! I’ll make it up to you, I swear!”

“Yeah, you better,” Gareth muttered.

Hellfire was postponed that week while Gareth tried to barter with Steve to hear Eddie out. He didn’t know the details of what happened after he dragged Steve back to his own house but when Corroded Coffin met for band practice the next afternoon, both Eddie and Steve were sporting multiple hickies and hiding small smiles. 

The boys just sighed at them. They were happy for the pair but good god, they had just gotten used to Eddie’s ramblings about Steve. Imagine how awful he was going to be going forward now that they were together. 

(And they were right. Eddie made it his mission to mention Steve at all times and always managed to include how great his ass looked in any conversation no matter the topic. The Corroded Coffin boys suffered forevermore, always regretting getting them together in the first place.)

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[crystcrm]

Hiii!! Today marks the eventful return of Bones Anon. The last thing you wrote for me was absolutely fucking fantastic I still keep going back to read it!!

I see you've been writing a lot of genshin lately but I've never played that game so I am going back to Pokemon.

I want to steal Raihan's big hoodie so fucking bad. I just think it would be so comfy. I know I can buy one irl but I'm a broke bitch™ and it's usually too hot to justify wearing a sweater where I live.

So, if you're willing to write it, perhaps a nice little fic of Raihan discovering his bf enjoys snatching his hoodie? And deciding that he is very willing to go without his signature hoodie just to let him wear it.

Bonus points for fluffy shenanigans w/ Raihan teasing the reader and the reader snarking right back?? Just two smug bastards being smug to eachother (affectionately)

Bonus bonus points if reader is also tall as fuck and the hoodie actually fits them, because I see a whole lot of short reader and I want more rep for my lanky ass!! /j

Anyways thank u in advance I think ur cool as fuck

- 🦴

wahoo !! hello hello, bones anon ! ♡♡

truth be told, i already wrote this a long time ago, a while after i first saw it, but my uploading motivation went down the drain >< i've mostly been lurking on tumblr a lot and reading loads of things, but today i am here to do this ask justice by sifting in my docs and pouring out what you've asked for!

never steal from a dragon, but i'll do it anyway! ;; raihan x male reader

contents ;- fluff , sfw , established romantic relationship , tall reader ! , playful banter , please do not leave the stove unattended while cooking ^^;

proofread by @elvenxwarrior , who made sure the fic was "sufficiently british" ! ♡

Galar was peaceful these days to say the least, with Eternatus being captured and a new champion rising to the throne, there’s a lot that has changed. But it was still all the same, with beautiful days to be lived out, and a multitude of things to do. Be it befriend the Pokemon that were in the wild, or find incredible treasures on a long lasting journey. Or, perhaps, run a gym in a big city.

Morning sun rose over the streets of Hammerlocke, a beautiful city with a brilliant feel. All visitors would marvel at the architecture, from the middle aged stone walls to the historical lineage behind it. But in every city, there are homes- and today, we zoom in on a cosy little den- yours!

After much contemplation, you’ve decided to make a home in this city, for one very obvious reason.

Golden rays peeked through the blinds, day barely beginning but you’re already begging for a few more minutes in. It seems someone could agree, soft snores coming from none other than the city’s gym leader himself- Raihan, who laid next to you. His arms loosely wrapped around your body, holding you close as you could only suffer in silence, succumbing to his comforting grip paired with his almost ridiculous sleeping habits.

Perhaps it was because he dealt with dragons, or because he was always busy with something- be it training, or working out. Maybe he’s tired himself out to the point of dropping dead asleep the moment his head hits the pillow every night, or he’s swallowed too much sand in those sandstorms he conjured up in the stadium ( his mouth was always open, never shut even during those moments- it’s a wonder how he hasn’t gotten any in his lungs by now )… Or perhaps it’s only around you that he finds a moment of peace to just let go of all of his worries and simply enjoy the moment.

You weren’t exactly doing anything- you were merely just another trainer, but you were lucky enough to snatch away the heart of this untamed dragon. Perhaps, you could say that was the first thing you ever stole from him. Because you weren’t about to stop now!

Thanks to Raihan being such a deep sleeper, you easily slipped out of his hold. It was a lazy day today- the gym didn’t have to be open, but it probably wouldn’t stop your energetic boyfriend from rushing over there as soon as he got the chance. So, you decided to take it slow for now, because if it came down to it, you could definitely convince him to just relax for the day.

First matter of the day was simply getting ready, heading straight to the bathroom to take care of yourself. Morning bed hair? Fixed with a quick combing through. Smelly breath? Gone with a simple brush. Clothes?

…Clothes always proved to be the most difficult thing of the morning. What exactly would you wear today? The Hammerlocke City Gym Leader seemed to rub off on you, now taking into account what you’d wear for the day more often than not. Right now, you just stood there in your pyjamas- and that should change really quickly. But what would you wear after?

Returning to your currently shared bedroom, you glanced around as though a new sight might help jog up those brain cells to work a bit better. Well, there was the bare back of your boyfriend, a blanket barely covering him up as he found a pillow to replace your missing warmth. He had such defined muscles, yet you weren’t here to gawk. But the sight alone gave you what you thought was a brilliant idea. Your eyes scanned the room a little further, catching sight of the familiar piece of clothing on the floor of your room.

Raihan’s hoodie.

Oh, this was perhaps his own treasure that nobody has ever seen him without. Well, nobody but you of course. But now it was time for it to be stolen away- It feels just like that one series you saw before, where a group of thieves steal away one’s treasure to change their hearts! But you’re not here to change his heart of course, you’d prefer if his heart stayed yours, as yours remained his.

You spared the sleeping Raihan one last glance before smirking, immediately putting on the nice hoodie after tossing your pyjama shirt off. It fit quite nicely around you, but that was merely because you were just shy of the gym leader’s height. It was a blessing, really, because it meant you didn’t have to get on your tiptoes just to kiss him, or he didn’t have to bend down to an atrociously low level just to meet your eyes. Then again, it’s not like he isn’t used to crouching down- I mean, you’ve seen his battle stance, whenever he gets a little heated in the middle of a match. It’s a little hot, you could say, but since when is he not?

Now, it was time to carry on with your day, singing praises for your beloved boyfriend could come later!

Next came breakfast, and what better breakfast than… well, a big one? It was common for you and your boyfriend to eat your fill. After all, he needed all the energy to get through his day, and to start it all with a nice boost was great! Thankfully, your fridge was stocked with all sorts of things that you both liked, but it seemed today, the flour in your cabinets and eggs in your fridge called for you- the decision was made in your head, it’s time to make waffles! And as if that wasn’t enough, you pulled out the sausages from the freezer, and a few other things to make a not-so-lazy-but-still-kinda-lazy breakfast. At this point, could you even call it that? Oh, who gives a damn.

“ ‘tuuun…” The low rumble of a certain Pokemon sounded from below you, a beloved Appletun- your beloved Appletun, actually. It seems that she finally woke up from her own slumber, coming to check out what you were doing. Fortunately, you had just placed the kettle to brew, or else you might’ve tripped over the poor thing. Having a moment to spare, you decided to give her a little treat, and of course some much deserved pets before continuing to cook away some good breakfast.

It wasn’t until much later when a bunch of delightful smells filled your house did you hear a loud yawn from your room. It was quite obvious who it was, and you could only roll your eyes at how late he woke up. But it’s no matter, you would much prefer it this way, after all. Not long after, you finally heard his footsteps, and it was nice that he decided to actually get up and see you. You could only laugh to yourself over that, looking after a few things in the pan to make sure they didn’t burn.

“Hey, babe, have you seen my hood… ie,” that familiar voice slowly died down as he stepped right into the open space, eyes widening the best they can whilst still somewhat groggy and in much need of some more time with you. “...Stealin’ from me, ay?” A shirtless Raihan questioned, snorting a little as his eyes scanned you up and down. This was quite the unusual sight for him, but it… wasn’t unwelcome at all.

“Yer’ callin’ me a thief? I think you should check who left it lyin’ on my floor,” Your soft laughter filled the air, leaving the stove for a moment to get the hot water into a mug with a tea bag. “Tell ya’ what, I’ll trade you a cup of tea for it, eh, ehhh?” Doing your best to sound convincing, you held out the nice mug of tea to him. It was your favourite mug at that, actually, and you would never use it to serve anyone else. By your right mind, this was a mighty fine trade!

“I dunno… You still took it from me, y’know,” Raihan’s gaze sharpened momentarily, deciding that if anything, he might as well try. I mean, he’s done that a lot, trying despite many fruitless attempts. By many, you could say exactly ten.

“And I’m offerin’ something to you in return! Fair’s fair.”

“No ‘s not.”

“Yes it is.”

It was now a somewhat endless back and forth, both of you repeating the same thing as neither of you wanted to give up. Was it tiring? Not at all. You could do this all day with him. Actually, you probably did this everyday with him, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. After a moment of contemplation, you finally decided to up the deal to something he can’t refuse…

“Fine, a nice cuppa’ aaand… a kiss from yours truly..~” You hummed, wiggling your eyebrows as though that was the best deal you could ever possibly give him. And truth be told, it was. You don’t think there was ever a day that his lips didn’t touch yours, except for the days before you started dating. It was the perfect pick up for him, maybe even better than a cup of tea alone.

“Hmm, you have yourself a convincing trade offer, babe,” Raihan crossed his arms as you slowly approached with your favourite mug in hand. That sweet smile on your face was something he wanted to wipe off, but only in one specific way.

“So? Made up yer’ mind or am I keeping my lips to myself?” You questioned almost impatiently, a hand on your hip as you set the mug down on the countertop nearby. Before you knew it, he had his arms around your waist, coming up oh so close to you.

With his eyes slowly fluttering shut, Raihan leaned in. He’s memorised everything, from how long it takes to get his lips to yours, to how to fit his arms around you.

“Takin’ my kiss first,” He proclaimed right before dipping his head down a little, his lips meeting yours. It was sweet and tender, just like any other time. Sure, he was wild and maybe a little reckless at times, but when you were in his arms, he found a way to let himself soften up a bit. He loved you to bits, after all.

Your arms wound around him in return, savouring the lovely morning you were having. It was a great day already, especially with the delicious view you were having. Soon your hands wandered a little, and you could feel him chuckle against your lips.

“Hands off the merchandise,” his eyes fluttered open with a soft laugh, followed by a mischievous snicker of your own when he swatted away your hands. “Greedy lil’ bugger,” He added, but you both knew that you were his greedy lil’ bugger.

“Oh, you know you love it,” You rolled your eyes, laughter definitely a bit too loud for the morning, but you couldn’t care less.

Raihan grabbed his tea, pretty much gulping it down despite the lack of sugar in it. It was already a bit cold, so there’d be no use in putting in any anyway. “I love it just as much as I like you in that, y’know,” the gym leader commented, eyes sweeping up and down your figure once again in the most obvious manner. He just really wanted you to know that he was checking you out, because goddamn, he’s wondering why he didn’t lend you any of his spare hoodies before this. “Guess I can go without the hoodie for the day.”

“Oh, for real?” Almost amused, you had to just make sure. Raihan simply nodded again, coming up to sneak an arm around your waist once more as he pressed his lips to your head and–

Click!

“Oi–?!” The sound of the shutter going off meant only one thing. Your head turned, whipping around to see Raihan’s Rotom phone flying behind you as it just took a picture. That sneaky lil-

“Aaand posted!” The gym leader chuckled as he dove in once more, pressing another quick kiss to your cheek. “And that’s another two kisses I stole from you, heh,” He snickered away, quietly shutting off any notifications from the post he just uploaded. He’ll deal with people questioning that he’s not single later, when he’s done messing with his lovable boyfriend.

“What the ‘ell!?” You weren’t mad at all, really, but you were really bewildered by the fact that he just did that. You expected many things, but that was not one of them.

“Ha! Look at yer’ face right now..!” He laughed a little more, before pulling out something that his silly brain could come up with. “Don’t be mad now, darling,” he paused, the nickname that he calls you when he likes to tease slipping past his lips. “Just wanted to show the world that I’m not on the market, y’know. Because someone stole my hoodie and… my heart.”

Oh, well, there was another thing you didn’t expect. Sure, you two had your playful little fights every now and then, but Raihan never failed to be smooth when he needed to be, and it always left you a little speechless.

“I… you… wh–”

But before you could actually get any words out, an annoying beep resounded from over the stove. You turned over to check and…

Shit.

Well, there goes breakfast.

Now you had to scramble over and salvage what you can, and being a wee bit of a useless bugger himself, Raihan simply stood there and laughed it off. Oh, he’ll see who’s laughing when you decide to ‘‘steal’’ from him again.

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[leviathans-watching]

i'm literally so in awe how in obey me! they all have such nice nails that don't seem to be ruined at all >__< so if u don't mind may i request how would all of them (could also be mammon centric ehe) react to an mc who gets their nails painted but literally just a few minutes into them, they accidentally get ruined with the simplest tasks they do !!! (may or may not be first hand experience bwahwhaj TT) and tysm and hope you're always doing good !!

the brothers' reactions to you messing up your nails

includes: the brothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .7k | rated g | m.list

a/n: okay because i feel you. my nails never look good lol. anyway, thanks for requesting! my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback so come say hello!

please like and reblog if you enjoyed :)

➳ lucifer hears you curse from the other room and puts his book down. “mc?” he calls, “are you alright?” after a moment, you stick your head in the doorway sheepishly. “oh, i’m alright,” you say with a sigh. “my nails aren’t, though. i always mess them up. this is why i don’t really paint them.” lucifer hides his smile. he’s not surprised you already managed to smudge the polish. you never seem to have quite enough patience to wait for them to fully dry. “how about this,” he says, standing. “i’ll do whatever you were trying to do so you don’t mess them up anymore.”

➳ mammon walks into the living room, spotting you on the couch. “whatcha doing?” he asks, and you jump. “you scared me,” you huff. “and great, i just messed up my nails.” mammon grins apologetically. “my bad. but that’s a nice color.” “thanks,” you say. “i bought it a while ago but only now am trying it out. too bad i can’t really do it justice. i wish i’d learned to paint my nails nicely when i was young because not they always come out looking like shit.” mammon laughs. “shit or now, they look nice on you,” he says. “and if ya really wanted, we could go to the manicurist and i’ll pay for ya.”

➳ levi crosses his arms. “it’s been like fifteen minutes! what do you mean your nails aren’t dry yet? come on, let’s just play games.” you shake your head. “no way, levi. just trust me, they’re gonna get smudged. no matter how long i wait, they always do.” after a few more minutes of whining and wheedling, he finally convinces you to play. that, however, doesn’t last long. “oh you’ve got to be kidding me,” you mutter, and he looks over, pausing the game. “look,” you say, holding up your hand. somehow you’ve managed to smudge almost every single nail.

➳ satan watches you begin to put away dishes. “careful,” he warns. “didn’t you just paint your nails?” you roll your eyes. “that was like, thirty minutes ago. they’re definitely dry.” “don’t say i didn’t warn you,” satan says, then begins to help you, pulling plates from the dishwasher. when all of the dishes are finally put away, you turn to him, presumably to gloat about your nails, but the words die on your lips when you see he’s right and that you’ve already smudged three nails. and somehow chipped another.

➳ asmo grabs your hands, inspecting them. “your nails always smudge because you don’t wait long enough. not just for them to dry, but between coats,” he explains. “you’ve got to have patience! beauty is art, and every great piece of art took a while to make.” you laugh. “maybe i’m just not meant for pained nails.” “nonsense,” asmo dismisses. “now come on, i’ll repaint them for you. you better be grateful, i don’t offer my amazing services to just anyone, you know.” “as if you’d let me forget,” you snort, and he huffs out an affronted breath.

➳ beel squints at your nails. “those are messed up? they look fine to me.” you sigh. “they are! look at my pinkie nail! and my thumb, too. how can you not see that?” beel shrugs. “i guess everything just looks perfect when it’s on you,” he says, and you fight a smile, crossing your arms. he doesn’t even mean anything by it, either. that’s probably just what he genuinely thinks. “don’t try to flatter me,” you command, “at least not until you tell me how you never mess yours up! it’s unfair!”

➳ belphie watches you pick at a bit of nail polish, concentrating deeply. “i can never get these to look perfect,” you mutter, “but i can at least get them looking semi-decent. right?” you go in with the brush again, and almost immediately mess up. belphie can’t help how endearing he finds it, even if he’s starting to wonder what the record is for the longest time someone’s spent painting their nails. because you’ve got to be definitely getting close. “just let me do it,” he finally says, leaning over and taking the bottle from you, “or else we’re going to be here all night.”

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[bjurnberg]

So I wanna share the first bit of this fic with y’all cuz I love writing it - it makes me laugh so hard. I’m just struggling to write a middle section and need motivation, so if you’ve got questions or praise lay it on me.

Summary: Hal Jordan starts making bets that he can win a kiss from Bruce Wayne at the next Heroes Gala. Batman takes that bet.

Win a Kiss, Lose Your Pride

“Wayne Enterprises holds a Heroes Gala every year celebrating the Justice League. This doubles as a charity event to raise money for destroyed property and small local business. The five of us will be in charge of making sure all other League members that choose to attend will behave according to the standards -”

“Who do you think is gonna get first kiss of the night?” Green Lantern interrupted.

“First kiss?” Superman asked with a frown, lowering his notes.

“Yeah! It’s always mentioned in the tabloids after a Wayne Event - someone tries to corner Bruce Wayne and get his first kiss of the evening. Not that he’s hard to corner, the guy seems happy enough dishing it out, ya know?”

Diana laughed and Flash was trying not to wheeze.

“We should get back on topic,” Superman said with a nervous cough, shuffling the guest list in front of him.

“Oh come on! This is boring! We’ve been to these parties before, we know what to expect, why not have a little gossip? Maybe take bets! Let’s have some fun!” He turned to Flash. “Who do you think is gonna drag Old Brucie into a dark corner first?”

Flash gave a nervous chuckle, his eyes flicking to Batman before focusing squarely on the table, covering his mouth.

The Green Lantern scoffed. “Bats?! No way, he never even goes to these things, let alone knows how to have fun.”

Batman continued to read through the guest list and itinerary, making no indication he was listening.

“I didn’t say anything,” Flash mumbled.

Diana leaned forward, smiling wickedly, “And what kind of bets are you interested in? It’s not very fun if we’re just guessing which millionaire’s daughter will assault him trying to get engaged. Let’s make this a competition.”

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Hal slammed his palm on the table. “See guys? Diana knows how to have fun! What’re the rules?”

“Please stop,” Superman rubbed at his temples.

“I propose a game of flirtations,” Wonder Woman sat back in her chair, folding her arms. Her smile only grew as Flash and Superman groaned. “We cannot be the one to initiate a kiss - he must choose. But it doesn’t matter who else steals a kiss, just which of us he chooses first.”

“Oh-ho-ho, I am ALL in. Who else is playing?” Hal looked around the table. “Supes?”

“Oh no! Count me out!”

“Ah come on! You’re such a boyscout!”

“I’m not interested.”

“That’s not what you told me last month. You think he’s cute.”

Superman buried his face in his hands. That didn’t stop them all seeing the crimson blush reach his hairline. “Just because I can admit he’s handsome does not mean I want to kiss him.”

“Publicly,” Diana tacked on.

“Rao take me,” he whispered, and stood. “I’m going to get some water. I expect to return to a proper meeting where we can focus on the task at hand.”

“I’ll join you,” Flash squeaked, jumping up and slipping out the door.

“Cowards!” Hal yelled after them. Then focused on Batman, who hadn’t moved. “Why not come to the party for once, Bats? I know you’re a vampire and all, but it’s after dark and you’ve got an invitation. Live a little in your afterlife!”

“I don’t enjoy galas.”

“Maybe you would if you got to kiss a cutie like Brucie.” Green Lantern leaned forward, forearms on the table. “Maybe a little competition will get that blood flowing again.”

“If I come to the gala will you stop talking?” he asked in his usual deadpan voice.

“Yes.”

That finally got Batman to look up from his reading. Hal grinned in triumph.

“If you win the bet - that’ll be your prize. I won’t talk to you for a whole month.”

Batman tilted his head, birdlike. It gave the impression of narrowed eyes and a raised eyebrow, though neither could be seen under the cowl.

“Make it three.”

“One month for showing up. Three if you get the kiss.”

“Deal.”

Hal Jordan whooped, throwing his fists in the air. “This is gonna be the best party ever! Diana! What do you want if you win?”

“Oh, the kiss will be prize enough. Bruce Wayne is an excellent kisser.”

“Reeeallly... when have you smooched him before?”

Wonder Woman looked smug, “Maybe I’ll tell you after the gala. And what of your prize, Green Lantern?” she asked. “What do you wish for?”

“How about... since you’re not asking anything from me, I’ll get something from Bats.”

“You just might,” Diana whispered.

Hal turned to Batman, folding his arms and looking very pleased with himself.

“If I win I wanna know your identity.”

Batman went still.

“Come on! Everyone else at this table knows who you are!”

“That’s because it was vital in the moment. Civilian IDs were the only way to escape the Thanagarian invasion.”

“Which I wasn’t around for. But now I’m the only one who doesn’t -”

“Most of the Justice League doesn’t know who I am and I intend to keep it that way.”

“I’m not talkin’ ‘bout unmasking in front of the whole Watchtower, just me!”

“Pick something else.”

“No.”

“Batman,” Wonder Woman interposed. Both men looked at her. “Are you saying you can’t confidently deduce who Bruce Wayne will choose to kiss that night?”

The room almost seemed to darken under Batman’s grimace.

“Fine.”

Hal guffawed, falling back in his chair. “Great!! See you Saturday!!”

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[ikeromantic]

Hello. For the New Year's asks may I request Sariel and horseback and gingerbread? Thx

Oooh this one was a little hard! I hadn't considered pairing Sariel with those options, but I had a good time coming up with a scene ^_^ I hope you enjoy! Approx. 1300 words of our favorite devilish councillor! IkePri New Years Event story!

Sariel grinned at the awkward way Emma sat in front of him on the horse. “No one is going to believe you were gentle-born with that kind of seat,” he admonished. 

“There’s literally no one out here.” She gripped the saddle horn tightly as if it was the only thing keeping her on the mount, and not Sariel’s arm around her waist.

“You can never be sure who might be watching.” He snugged her back against him, hoping to reassure her that she was in no danger of falling off.

Emma glanced at him over her shoulder. “You’re right. As usual.” She sighed. “So how would I make this look more . . . normal?”

“First, sit up and let go of the saddle horn.” Sariel nudged her arms. “No high born lady would lean forward like that unless she was racing. And that is a wholly different sort of saddle.”

“But . . .” Her expression was conflicted. She wanted to trust him, but riding along at a fast clip made her nervous. 

He eased their speed a little to make her less anxious. The last thing he wanted was to upset his lovely fiancée. 

She gave him a grateful smile and then carefully let go of the saddle horn. “Oh, oh my - Sariel! I feel like I’m going to slide off!” 

“You aren’t going anywhere. I promise.” He stroked her side with his thumb, to remind her he had a hold of her and wasn’t letting go. “Now sit straight. Not too stiffly. But, yes, like that.” 

Emma sat up, tense at first but she found a more relaxed pose as he spoke. “A-alright. Now what?”

“Lean back.”

“Lean - Sariel, that doesn’t sound right either.” She eyed him suspiciously. 

“It’s perfectly proper when riding with your betrothed. Besides, no one is watching.” He smiled the secret, sweet smile he kept just for her. It was still a devil’s grin, but full of love and unexpected joy. 

“But you said - you said -” She huffed, her expression going from surprise to outrage. Then she began to giggle. “You are really ridiculous. You could have just told me you wanted to snuggle.”

Sariel felt warmth blossom in his chest as she relaxed fully against him. The press of her body, even through their clothes, sent a thrill through him. He still didn’t understand how a devil like himself became the object of affection and love from such a woman. There was truly no justice in the world. But so long as he benefited from this particular injustice, he planned to enjoy it.

Emma turned her head and kissed him on his jaw. “So, my love, where are we headed? You were very mysterious about it when we left the palace.” 

“I needed to make sure we weren’t overheard. Or followed.” 

Her eyes narrowed. “Is this a special mission? Are we going to be gathering secret information? Meeting with spies? Fighting rebels?” 

Sariel chuckled. “Your imagination is running away with you.” He leaned his head closer and nipped her ear, then kissed the same spot.

She gave a surprised gasp, and then a pleased murmur. “Well . . . if you don’t want me to escape with my imagination, you better tell me where we’re going.” 

Her breath tickled across his throat and brought a heat to his cheeks that he hoped she wouldn’t see. “Trying to blackmail the devil? That’s a dangerous game.”

“Well, if you prefer I can resort to torture instead?” She nipped at his throat and he could feel the scrape of her sharp teeth beneath those sinfully soft lips. 

“It seems I’ve trained you too well.” Sariel gave her a wide smile, his eyes alight with desire. “If you keep that up, we’ll be late.”

Emma raised an eyebrow. “How does me biting you make the horse slower?”

“Because I happen to be the one with the reins. And when you do that, I am sorely tempted to stop, lift you off this horse, and make love to you wherever we happen to be. But you deserve so much better than mud beneath your perfect bottom.”

“Pffft,” she grinned. “Who says I’d be the one on the bottom?”

Sariel felt a flash of heat at the wickedness in her eyes. “I suppose you could opt for grass stains on your stockings . . .”

She batted her eyelashes at him. “You wouldn’t be a gentleman and set your coat down for me?”

“I’d be a gentleman and buy you new stockings.” He laughed and kissed her forehead. His hand slipped up her side to caress the swell of her breast. Sariel felt her reaction more than heard it. The sharp intake of breath, the slight arch in her back to push herself more fully into his hand. 

He rested the reins on the saddlehorn, certain his well trained mare would continue on even without his direction. The horse knew where they were going even if Emma did not. Then he slid his free hand up her leg, pushing her skirt out of his way.

“S-sariel! What are you doing? The - the horse -”

“Is going the right way.” He made it past her stocking and found the silky skin of her thighs. “I’ve always wondered about those books where the hero makes love to his maiden on horseback. Perhaps we can see how life resembles art?”

She gasped as his hand went higher still, teasing along the edge of her panties. “I - I don’t think - that is, it doesn’t seem very practic-ahhh!” Emma shivered with delight as his fingers danced over the taut fabric beneath her skirt.

“Hm. You’re likely right. Not practical. But entertaining.” He lifted her just a little so that she no longer sat on the saddle, but atop his thighs. “I think this would work better. And there’s a natural rhythm to riding. Only, you’d be riding me . . .”

This had the desired effect of both sending a tremor of excitement through her that he could feel, and bringing heat to her face. She looked as if she wasn’t sure whether or not he was serious. 

Sariel grinned. “Alas, we’ll have to save our experiment for a longer ride. We’re here, my dear.” 

Emma gave him a wanton look, somewhere between relief and frustration. “You are such a tease!”

“Don’t think of it as teasing. Think of it as an . . . apertif. Something to whet your appetite for what’s to come.” He eased her back onto the saddle and dismounted. Then he held his hand out to help her down.

“Where are we even? And what’s to come?” She looked around, curious. The cottage was nothing impressive on its own. Small and well kept. An old hideout, now turned to more . . . romantic purposes. The advantage of this place was the view. From here, it was possible to see the whole of Rhodolite’s capital spread out below. 

Emma’s eyes widened as she noticed the incredible vista, and she practically dragged him to the edge of the clearing. “Look! Sariel!” Then she whirled to hug him. “Is this why you brought me?”

He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, savoring the intimacy of this rare private moment. “That’s part of it. Mostly, I just wanted you to myself for a little while.” Sariel turned her about in his arms so that she could see the view while leaned against him. 

Before she could say more, fireworks began to shoot up into the sky above the city. From this distance, they looked like little colorful bursts of sparkling light, only a little closer than the stars. He’d wanted to share this with her. A sight he’d only ever seen alone, and he’d been too busy scheming to enjoy it. But tonight, with her in his arms, it felt strange and lovely. Something new in the wrappings of something old.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri sariel #sariel noir #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #slightly spicy

[zoeyslament]

How I Met My Lover - Nischa Drabble

In which Ocean helps Mischa write an essay for English class about ‘someone he loves’ as Mischa recalls stories from his and Noel’s relationship.

I can’t believe you’re already done with your essay.” Penny glanced down at the four sheets of paper, filled, front and back, with lines of big words in Ocean’s impressive cursive writing. “It’s not due until Monday.” 

Ocean flashed her a satisfied smirk. “It’s Thursday, I didn’t want weekend homework. Besides, I’m busy enough as it is helping someone with his work that he refuses to do.”

Mischa clasped a hand over his chest, looking offended. “Just because I am not as smart as you does not mean I need help!”

”You’re failing every class except history, and the only reason you’re not failing history is because the teacher took pity on you.” Ocean chided. “You want to graduate, right? You don’t want to have to repeat senior year when you’re already the eldest in the grade, do you?” 

Mischa sighed. “I do not want that, no, but I have reputation to uphold.” 

“Reputation?” Penny giggled, “Reputation as what? The biggest dumbass in all of St. Cassian’s?” Mischa slapped her in the shoulder. “No, asshole, as a bad boy slacker, that’s what!” 

Ocean grabbed her girlfriend by the arm and pulled her away from the male. “Break it up, you two. Penny, don’t you have anything better to do then bother me during my tutoring session with bad egg here?” 

Penny whined and set her head down on Ocean’s shoulder. “Come on, Oce, don’t you love me?”

”I love you more when you’re not being a pain in the neck. Go find Ricky, get into trouble like you always do. I’ll pick you up after detention.” 

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After Penny left, Ocean turned back to Mischa, now hunched over in his seat playing some fighting game on his phone. She gave a soft tsk tsk noise as she planted a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s get to work on that essay now, shall we?” 

“No.” He glared at her before bowing his head again. “We shall not.” Ocean lunged for his phone, plucking it from his hands with a single, swift motion. “No more of this until you write at least a paragraph or two.” 

“Hey! Give it back, little orphan a-hole.” He demanded, standing up. On his feet, he towered over Ocean’s measly 4’11 with his nearly six foot stature. “I will make you pay for this.”

”Whatever you say, Mischa.” Ocean placed Mischa’s phone in the pocket of her cardigan, smiling at him in the most patronizing way she could. “Please sit down so I can help you with your paper.”

It took a few minutes of convincing, but he eventually conceded. “Fine.” He plopped down into the chair with a loud bang, crossing his legs and scowling at Ocean. “What is essay about? I slept through English class.” 

Ocean felt like pulling her hair out, but she took a deep breath, regained her composure, and rubbed her temples soothingly. “The assignment was to write 3 or more pages about someone you love. I wrote about Penny, obviously. I think Constance wrote hers about her baby brother, and Ricky’s writing about his cats.”

”So I am meant to write about someone I love, then?” He scribbled down a few ideas. Ocean looked them over, then with a sigh, stated: “Someone you actually know.”

”So…I’m not allowed to write about Eminem?”

”No.” 

“Oh.” 

He rubbed his chin, his face turning pensive. “I do not know, then.” 

Ocean smiled and nodded in his direction. “Why don’t you write about Noel?”

This suggestion made Mischa’s face go cherry red. In truth, that was exactly who he’d wanted to write about the entire time, if it weren’t for fear his slightly broken English and bad penmanship wouldn’t do his perfect poet justice. 

“Are you sure?” He quietly asked Ocean, who nodded again and handed him a pen. “Just jot down some ideas. What is it that draws you to him? And don’t you dare write his ass.”

Mischa huffed at her. “I wasn’t going to. I was writing about his, erm…eyes.” 

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It was late in the morning. Mischa could see Noel’s drowsy form curled in a ball beside him, sleeping soundly. He stroked his boyfriend’s hair, still so silky and perfect even in his deep slumber. He wished this moment could last forever. As Mischa’s hand glided over Noel’s skin, the shorter boy gave a sleepy yawn. 

“Misch?” Noel said, his voice hoarse from sleep. “You didn’t leave?” 

“Of course not.” Mischa promised. “I told you I would stay with you until you awoke, and I did.” He cupped the boy’s face in his hands. “You look so beautiful all comfy-cozy.” 

Their eyes met. Noel’s were a beautiful greenish brown. It reminded Mischa of autumn leaves, changing in the days of early fall, right before the Fall Fair. They glimmered with a tragic beauty, almost too gorgeous to put into words. 

“Can I kiss you? Would you mind?” Mischa whispered, softly caressing his boyfriend’s cheek. 

“I would love that.” Noel smiled back. Mischa closed the gap between them, touching Noel’s soft, supple lips with his own.

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“That’s good!” Ocean tapped the paper a few times with the back end of her pen. “I like how you described his eye color. Very nice.”

Mischa smiled to himself. This wasn’t so hard after all!

”What else?” Ocean encouraged him. “What else do you have to say about him?”

”Well…his writing…”

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“What are you working on, Poet?” Mischa slipped down into his desk beside Noel’s during study hall, “Another page of poetry, dear?”

”No, no.” Noel corrected. “A story. Remember how I told you about Monique Gibeau?”

”The prostitute?” Mischa chuckled. “Yes, I do.”

”I’m writing down her story.” He turned the laptop toward Mischa, allowing the Ukrainian to get a glimpse of the pages. “Starting at the beginning, with her very first job, and ending with her death.”

”Right.” Mischa read what he could over his boyfriend’s shoulder. From what he could make out, it was well-written and descriptive. Noel had a way with words. “I’m sure it’ll turn out fantastic, my beloved.”

Noel smiled softly back up at him. “Thank you, honeybee.” He shifted in his seat so his arm brushed up against Mischa’s. “It’ll be done soon enough. Want to read it when it’s finished?”

Mischa laughed. “I do not know if I will understand it as well as you, but I love everything you write.”

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”That’s sweet…” Ocean purred. “I never knew you were such a softie.”

”I am not softie, I am romantic. That is not the same.” He defended himself. “I wrote paragraphs. Can I have phone back now?”

Ocean took the phone from her cardigan pocket, dangling it just out of Mischa’s grip. “Not yet. You’re almost there, just finish up that last page. I’m sure there’s plenty more to write about.” 

“Hm…” Mischa tapped the pen against his chin. “I have an idea.”

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“I do not know what to do, Noel.” Mischa was curled up into a ball, rocking side to side. “I do not know what to do.” He repeated. 

Noel sat down beside him. “Hey, don’t worry. I can explain. Do you want me to explain?”

Mischa nodded. 

“So,” Noel began, “I think what happened is that you might’ve been tricked.” He admitted quietly. “I know it’s a lot to put on your shoulders, but…”

”I know that, Noel!” Mischa snapped, but Noel didn’t seem hurt. Mischa looked up at him, eyes red from crying. “I mean…you are sure?”

”I’m sure.” Noel stated, “I’m really sorry, Mischa. I knew it was too good to be true from the moment you told me.”

Tears filled Mischa’s eyes once more. “But she felt so real! Everything about her—the pictures, the words…” he sniffled. “And yet…it was all a hoax!”

Noel leaned his head on Mischa’s shoulder, and a feeling of warmth spread through his body. “It’ll be alright, Mischa. You’ll find someone else. Someone who truly loves you, and is really there.” He played gently with Mischa’s curls. “You’ll find someone perfect one day.” 

Mischa closed his eyes, Noel’s body warmth heating him up and making his heart flutter. “You think so?”

”I do.” Noel smiled. “In fact…” Mischa watched as Noel’s face went red. “Maybe you already have.”

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“So that’s how you two got together…” Ocean smiled. “After Talia didn’t work out?”

Mischa nodded. “He made me realize I already had someone perfect right in front of me.” Mischa scribbled down the final few words of his essay. “Proofread this?” He prompted Ocean. 

She scanned the page. “Isn’t that…wow. You can write better than I knew. This is at least a B! Your boyfriend must be rubbing off on you.”

#ride the cyclone #rtc #mischa rtc #mischa bachinski #noel rtc #noel gruber #ocean rtc #ocean o'connell rosenberg #nischa #my writing

[ink-flavored]

Song Pic Saying Tag Game

Thank you to @vacantgodling for tagging me!

Rules: Pick an OC and post a song you relate to them, an image that represents them in some way (aesthetic, picrew, art, etc), and a quote of dialogue or narration from them. Totally feel free to expand and explain!

This got long so I'll do the tagging right up front: @duelistkingdom @liv-is @hallwriteblr @mjjune @zeenimf and anyone else who wants to!

I have the perfect combo for this in the form of Justice, everyone's favorite emotionally conflicted angel

Song

For non-Spotify users, here is a Youtube link to Songbirds by Ben Thornewill, and just the lyrics if you don't feel like listening to audio.

I picked this song for Justice because throughout the story he struggles with his perfectionism, a sort of "holy imposter syndrome" (i.e. not being good enough of an angel), and a crisis of faith once Heaven has made clear he's no longer welcome. He's still loyal to God, he wants to continue being an angel and do what he's been created for (serving humanity and being a literal embodiment of justice), but now he's been told he doesn't belong. And on Earth, he's the "songbird in the city air" as mentioned in the song. He feels like he's never going to "make it" -- never be good enough to get in Heaven's good graces again. He has a stubborn sense of morality and refuses to compromise on his ideals, which is exactly the thing they rejected in him. He starts to realize... maybe they were right. He doesn't belong. Obviously that's a bit of a downer for him.

When it comes to "playing the part," he still acts the part of an angel even though he's as close to being a fallen angel as he can be while keeping his wings attached. Being able to literal sense human pain and suffering, he is programmed by God to help every person on the street no matter what. And despite doing this, he doesn't really get the sense he's actually materially helping, at all. No matter how many problems he solves, there's never a dip in the grand scheme of things. He cares so deeply that it hurts, and despite his estrangement from Heaven, he's more than willing to bend over backwards for humanity, doing whatever anyone needs. To his own detriment, sometimes.

In a way, he doesn't really belong anywhere anymore. Not in Heaven, not in Hell, not on Earth. He's in a perfect in-between, everywhere he goes. Like a bird in the city.

Pic

This art was a commission from @auroblaze and also directly inspired by the song above!

We can get the obvious symbolism out of the way right now - Justice, large wings, sitting and watching some birds, who are flying merrily into the sky. Free to go wherever they please, while Justice can't. He's kept all the holy signifiers, his wings and halo, but is unable to use them the way he wants to. He's up high, closer to Heaven, but will never be able to reach as high as the birds can.

Also please take note of the grandma sweater. That has nothing to do with this symbolism, but it is a very important part of his character.

Saying

Okay so. Most of these thoughts are in my head instead of on the page, but there is ONE I can use.

Context: Justice invites Pride to a church event and when they get home, they have this conversation.

“I know, I guess I…” Justice leaned against the wall, brow furrowed. “I was trying to prove something to myself.” “Like what?” He didn’t answer right away, picking at his nails. “I know you don’t want a relationship with God,” he said, slow and deliberate, “and that’s fine. I would never ask you to. But I don’t think that means you have to be abandoned by me—by us. We can still get along, we don’t have to be separate to coexist. Does that make sense?”

Justice is both trying to prove to himself that Pride's demon status doesn't preclude him being able to hang out with humans (and at least one angel) in a civil way, and in turn that the eternally suffering that God prescribes for sinners to be illegitimate. Justice, deeply faithful even after being thrown out by Heaven, feels like it's wrong for him to be cast out, but for his many thousands of years of life, he's been told demons deserve it. If that's wrong too... maybe all of it's wrong.

And also he invited Pride because Justice liiiiikes himmmmmm~~~~

#annika talks #ask game #Justice #P&J #Pride & Justice #long post

[shoyastars]

Audrey Cinder

What makes a true hero?

This fanfic won’t be told by the author (aka my point of view.) annnyyywaaays! Just know this will be going into the Hero Sparks aka Audrey Cinder, the hero of lighting up sparks and smiles to all. (Sorry… came up with that, kinda cheesy. AHEM!)

Please remember that the fandom of Binary Star Hero isn’t for children, therefore no children are allow to interact or come in contact with the game or creator CONCRETEPARASITE. The game is intended for adults and should respect the the choices of the creator. Thank you for reading this and we can now continue.

What makes a hero?…..

That’s always been a question for me ever since I’ve gotten my hero title….

You see…..

When I was a little kid, I’d look at Hero’s as beams of justice and honor, little did little me know the facade the NAHA put up for them underneath those masks of theirs…. Though there were many hero’s that I closely admired with fascination, there was only one… I could truly call my hero….

“Audrey, didn’t I tell you not to run around, someone could’ve snatched you right up.”

“Sorry mom…. I just wanted to see how huge this place was, look at the huge stage!”

My mother… she was known as Concord by the NAHA, her ability was sound waves, though she was a low in the ranks, she still managed to keep her hero title. She would make an effort to make everyone smile around her, even me….

I remember how much I loved her playing music, despite her hero career being hectic at times. She was one of the reasons I loved music, I remember one time when she let me listen to her while practicing, she told me what music can do to help understand emotion without words or a simple explanation.

“Music can inspire people, but it can also have emotion, and passion. Not many people understand because they only think words can only express themselves, but… I can’t help but say it’s not entirely true.”

“It’s not?”

“Of course not little spark. Music can express things, it can tell stories without having to, it can help motivate, and learn, even focus… many other things to. Like dreams and memories.”

“Wow!”

“Hehe! I see you get what I’m saying. If anything without the music in my life I wouldn’t have had you ether.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I mean it’s how me and you’re father met and bonded. Sometimes you don’t need words remember? Sometimes you just know… it’s a different feeling, a different spark.”

Only one question popped into my mind in that moment, little me was very curious to say the least….

“Mom… when will you tell me about dad?”

She knew she couldn’t tell me her reasons for keeping him secret, I do believe the NAHA would put him on a tight hold against her and me…. She did try to hide me, but it didn’t really work out as planned….

“Soon, I specifically remember that it’s going to be your 8th birthday soon.”

“And then you’ll tell me about him?”

“Of course, of course… I always keep my word.”

With that her hug felt all the more special, if only I knew….. what would happen after the day of my birthday…. She couldn’t tell me about my father because her job as a hero made her work late and after that she only had little time to celebrate with me…. She did have a concert the next day, and she only allowed me to stay up that night so I can hear about him…. If only I knew….

As the I looked over at her within the crowd, watching pure amazement and joy… I saw her smile…

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For the last time…..

CRASH

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My mother was crushed….. as she was preforming…. No child should ever have to witness the death of their parent……

After that people were sent into confusion, panic, grief, or even speculation…. But for me…. I felt sorrow, anger, despair…. I didn’t know who my father was so the NAHA put me in the hands of my aunt… but she wasn’t the ideal person for parenthood…. I would find myself alone, and unable to do anything but process…. That my mother was really gone… and not only was she gone… but my passion for music had almost vanished entirely…..

I did listen from time to time, but it didn’t feel the same…. And I grew too scared to even listen to her music…. Afraid that her voice may bring back the moment in time where she was crushed….

I did hum along to some songs but I never sang I never once did a single lyric…. My voice was like a broken record…. And every time I tried to sing or do anything I found myself back among the crowd of that very moment…… however my aunt had other plans….

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

“I signed you up to become a star, you should be thankful that you’ve got you’re mothers ability to sing.”

“But I can’t, you know this… I can’t even!-”

“Sing a single lyric… yes I’ve heard. Just get over it already kid, you’re mother is dead, so what? You’re able to make a fortune with the looks and pretty voice of yours. You’re 18 now, and should get your act together….”

Somehow… when she said that, it felt more painful…. I was 18… 10 whole years I couldn’t get over it…. How could I? When she’s never made any effort to help me get through it? But all I knew was that I was not ready to do anything like my mother did…. Why would she even think it would make me feel better…. I don’t even care about money or fame… if anything I’d rather be doing it because I enjoy it…. I sat there in my room for a bit… it’s just fumble around with my ability for a bit, making little sparks of electricity…. In all honesty I discovered my ability when I was 7 but my mother told me to hide it. I knew the reason but now that I thought about it, I got up and started looking on my phone, the NAHA was always up for hiring for new heros… but you would have to trained as a sidekick first before given the official title… but I was already fired 2 times at this point for helping people over higher ups or avoiding talking about my mentor because I thought it wouldn’t be that important…. But… third times the charm right?

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“God… this is not what I was expecting for a month of working, but I guess this is everyday things for Hero’s yet again….”

I’d look over onto the city as a lookout, apparently they decided to deal with the villain themselves… but in all honesty, I don’t think they’re able to defeat them without overall help, but they’re the hero and I’m just a sidekick sooo….

“Sparks.”

“Ah! Mr. Binary Star!”

“Where is-?”

“Per usual… fighting a villain alone… persistent as usual…”

I’d hold my legs close to my chest, I’d sigh as I look down at the people below living out their lives. I was starting to think if I was even wanted as a hero at all…. Especially since the last two hero’s seemed very dismissive and less likely to want a sidekick…

I’d hear him sigh in frustration, but it didn’t seem like he was going to do anything about it.

“Aren’t you going to help them?”

“If they want to fight them alone so be it.”

“That’s… a little harsh….”

“So what? You’re right here because they told you they’d deal with them by themselves right?”

I stayed silent.

“Thought so.”

I’d look back down on the civilians who were living their lives, however I wasn’t expecting him to sit next to me. I don’t think he was expecting it either, I did move away a bit as to not make him uncomfortable.

The silence between us was thick, the city’s noise filled the air.

“So… this is you’re third time being a sidekick.”

“Pretty much… third times the charm hehe….”

“Mhm…”

It felt so awkward….

“You know you don’t know much. So you can still leave…”

“Huh?”

“I’m surprised the NAHA hasn’t tried anything yet.”

“Probably cause I’m still trying..”

“Probably…”

“…”

“…”

“Why are you talking to me?… you usually ignore me…”

With that he rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged.

“Maybe… I just want to.”

“You don’t have to pretend to be the big hero on the screen you know.”

“What?”

My grip would tighten around legs a bit nervous.

“I can tell when someone’s acting… it’s sorta a thing of mine… bad habits die hard or something… but… it’s something I usually do…. It’s creepy I know… but… when it comes down to hero’s…. That’s where I spot the facade…”

“…”

“Sorry… talked too much…”

I could tell due to how I’ve seen my mother does it. At that i thought he’d only get up and leave……

But….

He patted my shoulder causing me to jump a bit at the sudden gesture…

“Maybe that’s a good thing and not a bad thing.”

“Maybe…”

“…”

“Why become a hero?”

“Hm?”

“Why be a hero? I heard recently you’re going to be in the singing industry.”

With that I only sat there in thought for a bit, wondering if I should tell the full truth, or just go, “I just did it for the heck of it.” Somehow, that question stunted me… my aunt did it because she want me to get famous and rich only to have herself have something to brag about… like saying “oh! I brought up that girl and I’m so proud!” When all she did was shove me in the ring without any armor or weapons, and you can’t fight a monster without any weapons or armor to defend yourself, especially if you’re still struggling with a fight you’re already in. When I mean that… I mean… getting over a loss, but forced to go into a career that she was on and died on a stage to preform….

“I… I don’t wanna talk about it…”

When i answered it already looked like he had his answer, little did I know he had the ability to ready minds…..

“Tough to talk about?”

“You seem interested…”

“Not in the slightest.”

“You seem to.”

He only chuckles a bit, soon he’s just look up at the night sky, due to all the light on in the city, you can’t see a single star… it’s kinda sad.

“You don’t give up easily do you?”

I’d blink, looking at him and then the sky. Although the stars aren’t visible, the moon stood out more.

“I’m stubborn like that.”

“Hm.”

“I guess I’m just trying too hard or I’m an idiot.”

I don’t know why but it felt weird talking to him, it felt like he didn’t do this often. I know he’s talked to many different hero’s and saved many civilians but somehow I felt like he didn’t go out much as his secret identity…. Or just keeps to himself too much. I wasn’t sure at all. He looked like he was about to say something else but then suddenly we heard a nearby explosion, aliens? No if anything that wasn’t the smoke the aliens normally had, a building was on fire. Without thinking I sprung into action.

“Sparks! What are you doing?”

“I have to help those people, that’s what hero’s do!”

I continued sprinting towards where the fire was coming from, he sighed and gone after me. As I got there I noticed it was an apartment complex, people were screaming in fear, asking for help. I couldn’t stand by, I stepped back a bit and leaped onto the burning building, I tried the door as expected the door knob was hot, but however I didn’t care if I got 2nd degree burns, it’s my duty as a hero- I mean a sidekick, to help others in need. My ability won’t help much but however I’m willing to take a chance with my actions rather than depend on my ability for help. One by one I’d help civilians exit the building thanks to Binary Star’s help.

“There, ok is everyone al-.”

“My child… I have go back in there please she’s only a 8 I can’t let her die in there…”

The woman pleaded as Binary Star stopped then by holding them back, however I looked back over at the burning building before us.

“The building is going to collapse we’ve done all we can.”

“What about the kid?”

He looked at be and then looked at the building.

“I could go inside but it might take awhile for me to find them. But I don’t think- Sparks?”

I walk past him towards the mother.

“What floor do you live on, I’ll save them myself.”

“Sparks, are you serious?”

“6th floor first door, please save my little boy, I don’t want to lose them..”

I took her hands and smiled, reassuring her. Binary Star looked a bit surprised. I’d then let go and take a deep breath in and breathe out.

“You don’t need to do this you know.”

“Someone has to look out for the people. And if I can’t save a small child…. Then what’s worth saving a whole city for?”

I could’ve sworn in that moment in the corner of my eye, he had a small smile on his face. I then rushed right in, avoiding the small fires and the big ones, one of the stairways was blocked off due to the building falling apart, but I managed to get through it, but not without a few burns here and there, burning a bit of my hero uniform. I made it to the small apartment, I looked all around and then I heard coughing, there in the small kitchen I saw the little boy, they were passed out, I’d hoist them on my back, and go for the door but suddenly

The ceiling fell and the door was blocked. I looked around, there wasn’t anywhere else except the window, I quickly and carefully broke the glass with getting the little guy hurt. I used one hand to hold onto the ledge and the other carrying the little boy, he coughed and opened his eyes a bit.

“Hey, mind hold on for a bit?”

All he did was nod, I’d jump outside the window, holding onto the ledge as tightly as I can, I saw Binary Star looking up at us, but I’d have to take a chance, I saw a fire escape nearby, but it’s on the very other side. I’d leap and hold onto things while trying to be careful. Soon making it to the fire escape, but the building starts to rumble, there I knew it was about to collapse, I’d look over at Binary Star and soon he’d quickly run over as I trusted him to catch the kid. The building fell…..

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Ray couldn’t believe she risked her life for a small child…. Was he wrong about all the hero he’s met so far? But it didn’t matter, Sparks was gone.. and he knew it came with the job, something about the kid(Audrey) seemed to be… interesting…

Cough cough

“….Mom?”

“Oh my dear boy! Thank god! My beautiful boy!”

He looked over at the mother and son, feeling something, envy, jealousy? Was it sorrow, or rage? He couldn’t quite describe it… if anything he knew it wouldn’t be wise to take out such emotions on two innocent individuals. He’d get an earful from ‘him’…. (If you played there game you know who!) However he was a bit disappointed he didn’t get to know Sparks more, they seemed like an interesting person…. Though already knowing about them through data, he would’ve wanted to know personally… maybe as Ray, see how they acted around them. Would they have kept up they’re nice act? Or was it genuine? He’ll never know now…. All he can do is call in a sidekick has died.

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He’d hear the grunts and then heard some of rubble being moved, along with coughing. He’d turn around, soon seeing the Sidekick… Sparks. Emerge out of the rubble, few rips on their uniform. They survivors of the fire and bystanders cheered as they saw them come out alive, Binary Star(Ray) was relieved? But no matter, he was actually impressed.

“Excuse me! Mr. Binary Star!”

The new reporter would come in mike in had and camera man in the back.

“Mr. Star these people have been rescued thanks you you’re brave act! What would you like to say?”

“Actually….”

Binary Star looked over at Sparks, and so did the news reporters.

“It’s thanks to the Sparks that I was able to get them out safely and quickly as possible.”

With that he nodded towards her, and she nodded back.

“SPARKS!”

Oh boy…. They knew that voice from anywhere…. Their mentor…. Orla…

“I told you to stand by? And this is what you do? Ugh!”

“These people were in trouble and I needed to-.”

“Needed to what? Binary Star could’ve handled it on his own!”

“Now, now… wouldn’t want anyone to get riled up here…”

“If you were gonna let me help you for once then I might as well actually help people…. Instead of facing a villain on my own for once…”

With that she was pissed. She grabbed Audrey’s arm and Audrey struggled to get out of her grasp.

“Do you know what I’m capable of? I AM CAPABLE OF MAKING YOU’RE LIFE A LIVING HELL!”

“Let go!”

With that Audrey kicked them and they let go of her and stumbled back.

“I’ve had it with you…. And all you’re little nagging… You’re fired! And I’ll be sure the NAHA never suggests a sidekick like you ever-“

“I’ll take her off you’re hands then.”

The two women looked shocked, along with everyone else. Binary Star stood infront of Sparks and held his arm out from any further action from Orla the Hero of logic. (Or at least once was lol)

“But she’s useless, if anything she’ll slow you down.”

“That was proven to be false, not long ago she risked her life to save many despite her ability being useless.”

Audrey looked at Binary Star, suprised and confused…

“If anything actions speak louder than what is said from simple words, I should know.”

With that he turned to Sparks.

“Sparks, would you like to be my sidekick? To become a future hero one day?”

Sparks didn’t know what to say. Orla only done a simple ‘hmph!’ And left, while the people were encouraging her to go for it….

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“No.”

A look of surprise on Binary Stars face at her rejection, even the people around them….

“No?”

“No, I won’t.”

She repeated firmly. She then takes a few steps back her limp obvious to the naked eye. Audrey looked down and sighed.

“I don’t… want to use you for getting somewhere on my own….. you were expecting me to say yes right?…. Of course anyone would say ‘yes’ to an opportunity like this…. But…. You once asked me… why become a hero.”

Binary Star tilted his head a bit curiously.

“I think I’ve figured it out now….”

With that she walks over to the little boy and the mother, seeing the little boy had a burn part of his skin exposed. She took of her cape and placed it around the wound, luckily her cape was small. They then get up and smile.

“I want to help others, because… I need to…. Because if I quit now… somebody else will put on the mask and suit that shouldn’t… I want to help people smile, feel safe and assured… that I’ll be there for them without worry.”

She’d then turn to him.

“I’m sorry but… I wanna get there on my own. Even if I have to go through crappy mentors like Orla.”

With that she walked past him, only making him more curious. He looked toward her direction. Though she was limping a bit, she still showed she’s standing by her words. It would take convincing to have her agree to something like accepting the top hero of country’s offer.

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Then next few months the NAHA would keep tabs upon the girl with Red hair, otherwise known as Audrey, despite her mentors firing her on the spot she never truly gave up, but soon she was running out of superhero’s looking for sidekicks to become her mentor and the key to her becoming a hero. Luckily their aunt has only postponed the concert due to her injuries from the fire, but however Audrey is running out of time and options. They ruffled they’re hair in frustration. Soon to bump into someone, knocking down his groceries on the street.

“Oh shit- I’m so sorry. Here let me help.”

“No, no its completely fine.”

With that Ray looked up to see it was the sidekick Sparks. Or at least was…. So far they’re unemployed due to the NAHA’s standards. Which concerns him a bit. Soon as they got his groceries back in his bag, Audrey sighs.

“So sorry again, I wasn’t looking where I was going and I deeply apologize.”

“Hehe. It’s perfectly fine, you’re just lucky it is the bag with wrapped and canned foods.”

Audrey laughs a bit awkwardly.

“Yeah I guess I am.”

“Say you doing ok? You seem like you’re stressed over something.”

“What makes you say that?”

Ray smiles a bit.

“The fact you weren’t watching where you’re going and the fact you look like you haven’t slept in days.”

“You can tell all that?”

“It was obvious.”

Audrey looked away embarrassed and humiliated, where they really that desperate to become a hero to the point their stress was obvious?

“Say how about we stop somewhere nearby to sit down. Maybe even talk about it?”

“I wouldn’t want to trouble you.”

“No really, I insist.”

With that they found themselves on a bench. It felt so awkward, Audrey didn’t have to them… everything… only parts. Right?….

“So what’s got you so stressed?”

“Just job searching, you know how that is…”

“How long have you been job searching?”

Audrey went silent and gripped on their notepad that contained crossed out ideas and names…

“Awhile….”

“Hm…”

“…”

“Ever thought of quitting?-”

“Fuck no- er- I mean, sorry…”

Audrey and Ray we’re both caught off guard there by the sudden words she spoke. However it caused Ray to chuckle a bit.

“What? What’s so funny?”

“Nothing just.. that was so random.”

“Ha ha, very funny…”

Ray knew they were upset over struggling to be a hero, after that day when they rejected his offer to be his sidekick, it was a shock to him, it’s not like people haven’t rejected his offer before… it’s more like when they explained why. They truly wanted to help people, and they knew they were telling the truth because he was reading her mind. Usually it would be for PR stunts or something but, in this case this girl actually wanted to genuinely help people. That’s a rare find, especially in the hero industry. Most of the good heroes work behind the scenes, meanwhile she literally ran through fire, just to save a little boy’s life, despite her ability and fire didn’t mix. Ray knew she had potential, it was a 50/50 chance that she’d end up like the last couple of sidekicks he’d trained. Now he’s willing to give this one a chance. She just needs a little push….

“It’s just that…. I’ve tried multiple times to get to the where I want to be my own way….. even rejecting a huge opportunity from someone who’s well known and liked… but I did feel like it was the right way to go…. I’m not sure if I’m going the right way… or…. The very… wrong way…..”

She gripped onto the little notepad. She felt like she was on the edge of crying but knew it would be pointless to cry now…. They made their choice…. And they need to deal with it…..

“Maybe you proving yourself isn’t entirely a bad thing, did you just so happen to prove it in front of the person who offended you the position?”

“Kinda?…. I’m not sure…. It’s complicated…”

“It’s better than nothing.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Experience, trust me.. it’s better to take an easy path sometimes, but hard work and dedication does take time.”

“You say that as if you’re a wise old man.”

“Really how old are you missy?”

“18…”

“Huh… I’m older by ten years…”

“That makes you old don’t you think?”

“Oh hush!”

Audrey laughs a bit, Ray smiles.

“It doesn’t hurt to accept an offer and still be honest with yourself. Take the chance while you can.”

Audrey looks down at their notepad.

“I have to get going now. See you around if we’re able to meet in this big city.”

“Wait, you didn’t really tell me you’re name.”

Ray turned his head a bit to look back at them.

“It’s Ray.”

“I’m Audrey.”

“Well Audrey I’ll see you if I’m ever able to in this big city.”

With that he walks away, leaving Audrey to think on her own on what to do next.

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While Ray is doing his duties as Binary Star he noticed a certain red head on the rooftops. He knew it was Sparks, he landed down on the rooftop. Not too long ago after the conversation he had as Ray with her, exactly 2 days. She wanted to talk to him about his offer, Ray knew this would be the chance he’d look for, to try and train an actual decent Hero.

“Been awhile.”

“Mr. binary-.”

“No need for formally.”

She nods, but she did have something on her mind, he knew exactly what it was….

“Why…. Did you ask me to become you’re sidekick?…”

He smiled, he already had an answer.

“Well, you’ve proven to be a promising hero, you don’t see them everywhere here in the city, yes I may have trained others but all of them, didn’t quite have what you have…”

“And…. what’s that?”

“A certain spark that can spark another.”

Audrey tilted their head in confusion.

“Huh? Is that some kind of joke?”

“Kind of but, if I weren’t serious upon you asking to meet me, I wouldn’t be talking seriously here.”

With that Ray looks out upon the city, so does Audrey.. it’s noisy and full of people many innocent many guilty of something.

“I saw the way you gave that glint of hope in the mothers eyes, even her son had that same glint when you helped him. Not a lot of heros can do that now a days.”

“But why?”

He sighed and looked at her.

“I’m taking a chance. A leap if you will. I’ve been losing hope in heros for awhile now…. And I think you’re just what the city needs.”

With that she looked down unsure…

“Sparks…”

She looked up at him. The distance between them feeling all the more real. Like a line set between the two, one side of destruction, another side is a bright future…

“I won’t promise you’ll be the best in history, but I can help you get to a place where you see is worth you’re fit. So I ask you again.”

He leans out his hand despite the distance.

“Will you take the chance, to become my sidekick, and become a hero for both yourself and this city?”

With that Audrey had made her decision…….

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She took his hand, and smiled.

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Audrey had learnt many things upon becoming a hero from Binary Star, and also had a big surprise when it was revealed that Ray was indeed Binary Star, Audrey remembered him and immediately felt stupid for not noticing. However as the days gone into weeks, weeks gone onto months, soon years. 2 years in, Audrey was announced as a Hero among society. She was proven to be talented enough to even go up in the ranks. Something her mother wasn’t able to do due to some cases in her life. Ray had grown proud of Audrey, though she was but only one that turned out a decent hero in the end out of all his sidekicks, her face among modern Media sure blew up in her face. She even written songs after a long time of feeling demotivated. She was unsure weather to actually sing it herself though. Soon enough though she realized that her mask could also be a cover for her true identity, as soon as she put on the mask to sing, her voice although still a bit shy due to not singing since her main inspiration was gone, had found herself having fun with music again. As soon as she started practicing again, soon became more comfortable with herself and put out her first song, only expecting only a few likes here or there, even telling Ray it’s only a small song they wrote in they’re spare time, soon blasted out as a popular song. Audrey felt so many emotions in the moment not knowing what to feel. Ray messed up her hair a bit, she then looked at him.

“What I say? You got more potential than you think.”

With that Audrey felt tears prick and soon fall down her face. Ray soon reading her mind, she was so happy yet didn’t know why she was crying. Ray comforted her regardless, it was as if he was comforting a kid who was told they we’re proud of them. “Thank you… I.. I wouldn’t have have made it this far if it wasn’t for you.”

Ray was a bit taken aback by the sudden thanks, but sighed and smiled a genuine smile for once. Audrey noticed this. “I should be thanking you for at least giving me a bit of hope for the future of heros.”

With that Audrey felt the tears pour out more not knowing why, she was thankful to even been given a chance to become a hero and get this far… she felt so lucky to have met Ray to begin with. She wanted to keep that smile on his face. So she vowed to help out whenever she could for him. She won’t let him down. Not ever…

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Present time Audrey still thinks back to that moment she accepted. Only to realize she took advice from Binary Star himself on that bench. However they don’t regret it. They’re now a well know hero of the people. They’ve made it farther that their mother ever did, and they ended up taking their music career as Sparks instead of Audrey and leaving their Aunt behind. In all honesty though…. Ray seems more and more distant from humanity, but somehow was brought back. Audrey knew why, but promised Ray to never snitch, for if they did they’d be both drop dead on their career and as themself. They grew to see Ray as a older brother they never had. As much as Ray gave them a chance among hero society, they’ll try to give him a chance to finally breathe through all this madness… the NAHA is not what they expected… but in all honesty who wasn’t surprised…. They caused a lot of problems for Ray…. They even knew they were planning something but however seemed more and more…. Happier…. Around….

Mistin Malice….

They seem.. special to him, if they’re special to him, then they’re special to her as well. It’s been awhile since they’ve seen Ray be so happy other that being outside of work.

She decided to go visit the café….. and

There they were.

Mistin Malice.

And…. Oh no….

“Why don’t I take you out of here? You look starving.~”

This isn’t good… not good at all… how did blaze find out? That son of a…..

“Ahem! Excuse me.”

“Huh? Oh…. It’s you…”

“Can I help you ma’am?”

Audrey looked at Blaze then to Mistin.

“Is he bothering you?”

“As a matter a fact he is….”

“Oh c’mon don’t be like that ba-.”

“Don’t call me that….”

“Feisty…. I like it!”

Both Mistin and Audrey gave Luke a look of disgust. Audrey looked at Mistin, they looked ticked off…

“Sooo no coffee then?”

“I don’t blame you for going for all that but…”

Oh god here he goes again….

“I feel like I could give you better.~”

“Look I don’t know you’re name…”

“Uh-.”

“Blaze.”

“…Real name…..”

Oh god surely he’s not stupid as to-

“It’s Luke, nice to meet you.”

Nevermind he is stupid…. He just gave away his whole identity like that…. Yet again it’s blaze….

“So as I was saying, I’m parked out front. It’s the convertible.”

“You mean the one parked over the two disabled parking spots?”

“Bingo!”

He pointed finger guns at Audrey and then directed them to Mistin. Audrey rolled her eyes. Audrey was 22 but Blaze was one to act like entitled toddler. If only he was kept on a stronger leash.

“How about we get out of here, just us…”

Oh no…. He’s suggesting that? What the fuck could Blaze possibly want from Mistin? If anything they’re just a bystander, a civilian? Is it cause Ray likes them? As he continues on Audrey sees Mistin gripping the counter tapping their fingers…. Audrey was wondering if Mistin is running out of patience or waiting for something….

Suddenly she sees Mistin flashed their sweetest smile. Oh no…. No….

“Do you mind waiting for a minute?”

“I suppose I could donate a minute of my time to a citizen in need.”

They do something behind the register and then walk to the back, ‘oh god…. What will Ray think about this?…. What would he feel about this?’…… Audrey thought and looked at Blaze…. He smirked as if he won.

“What’s the matter? Spa-.”

“Don’t even think about saying a fucking word..”

He shrugs and leans against the wall. Then after some time Mistin comes out.

“Are we going now?”

Audrey sighs about to leave.

“We? Yeah, I don’t think so.”

With that Audrey stopped turning back around to see Mistin smiling, crossing their arms.

“Do you get off on harassing minimum wage employees or something? Because frankly, it’s fucking tiring and old.”

With that Audrey started to laugh a bit at Blaze’s facial expression. Almost everyone in the Café gazing over to see what’s going on.

“I don’t know what you’re angle is, but you can kindly…. Fuck… off!….”

With that Mistin shows him the middle finger and smiled, the café even enjoying the show that just happened. Causing some to laugh, along with Audrey.

“Nobody gets paid enough to deal with the type of bullshit you’re stupid sunglasses punk wannabe ass. Seriously what type of bullshit is this?”

He looked visibly irritated, even looking and Audrey. She just shrugged and smiled, putting her hands on her hips.

“Fine….. you just lost the chance every civilian wants…”

Mistin rolled their eyes.

“I was going to light your life on fire.”

“Buh bye! Luke.”

With that Luke started walking out.

“Have fun with you’re ‘golden boy’. A hero from the stars? Yeah, right…”

With that he paused at the door with a mischievous smirk.

“Ask Ray how he got his abilities~.”

With that Audrey gave him a death glare… he finally leaves… Mistin let’s put a sigh of relief.

“The fuck was that about?”

Audrey jumped and looked at the person who’s name tag had the name Haley on it.

“Honestly, no idea… he said he was some kind of hero and accused the new regulars Ray of being a hero.”

“Really, Which one?”

“Star one?”

“Binary Star…”

“Yeah that’s him.”

“Hm…. Weird… that guy seemed like a total dick, maybe he was hopped up on some new designer drugs or something.”

“Nah. I believe that’s the guys default personality.”

“He was laying it on them thick… honestly felt bad I wasn’t much help in the situation.”

“No you’re fine, if anything nobody should deal with that, it’s just the hero’s being absorbed in they’re own world thinking the world revolves around them. It’s honestly concerning at this point.”

“You’re telling me.”

“Good thing Miles wasn’t around, he would have flipped out.”

“Hm?”

“Co-worker.”

A guy with the name tag ‘Cooper’ came out joining the conversation.

“Oh.”

“Probably would’ve scared ‘Blaze’ away with his enthusiasm.”

“Pfft.”

Audrey may not have known who Miles was but thought about Blaze running away like that. They tried not to laugh at the image.

“Damn…. Miles could have saved the day.”

“Could you imagine! Miles cornering Blaze to show him hundreds of pictures of his collectibles. That hero would be so creeped out.”

“Who knows, he seemed self obsessed enough to enjoy it.”

With that Mistin laughed a bit.

“Maybe he has his own collection too.”

“I could totally see that!”

“You guys should implement a ‘no weirdos’ policy.”

Haley leans up against the counter next to Cooper. The three laugh. It’s a refreshing sound for some reason, like bells in the summer.

“Yeah, but then Miles wouldn’t be able to work.”

“HEY! I heard that!”

The three co-workers chuckled at the far off sound of the assumed person known as Miles, Audrey could just tell that Mistin was having a good time. Ray definitely made a good choice.

“You are allowed to turn away customers, you know.”

“I tried, the guy didn’t wanna back away so I gave him a piece of my mind after clocking out.”

“Good call clocking out, otherwise definitely would’ve been in deep shit.”

Haley gives Mistin a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

“Just call me next time, I’ll kick his ass outta here.”

“That’s gonna be interesting to watch, a hero’s ego out the door.”

“Pfft”

Cooper then gasped in a fake shock.

“To a Hero? Isn’t that like, a crime or something?”

Haley smiles deviously, as Mistin tries to hold in their laughter.

“Maybe I’ll key his car for good measure, they say two crimes are better than one.”

“Wow Hals, loving the determination. If only that was reflected in your management style.”

The three laugh a bit, meanwhile Audrey saw the enjoyment they were having. If only that was in the NAHA to, just people having a good laugh instead of bragging about being a big shot.

“Anyways, I should probably head out.”

“Hey uh, before you go…”

“Hm?”

What could Haley want before Mistin goes home? Audrey listens in along with Cooper.

“Um, that guy… you said him name was Ray…?”

“Yeah, I ran into him the other day and he helped me carry my groceries home.”

“Well um…”

What could Haley want to tell Mistin about Ray.

“Look, I kinda of get a bad feeling about the guy….”

“…Really?”

‘Oh god… what if they caught on?…. That he’s binary star… he has been coming here a lot lately…’ Audrey worried for Ray’s sake, and for Mistin, they didn’t want Mistin to turn away from Ray all because he is the top hero of the country…. Haley rubs they’re neck looking away.

“Ah, I.. it’s….uh, I guess a feeling- like kinda a bad one… something doesn’t feel genuine with him.”

“Hal relax, if he had bad intentions I think he would’ve done something by now, I mean yeah sometimes he feels a little…. Off… but I’m sure he’s not planning any bad intentions.”

With that Audrey let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding.

“Maybe just keep an eye out for anything that’s… off.”

“I haven’t seen anything weird yet-“

“What’s weird?”

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Oh shit…. Audrey went to a corner of the Café to be out of view, they knew Ray didn’t like other hero’s interacting into his personal life. Mistin turned to see him.

“Nothing weird. We just had some…. Coffee lids go missing recently.”

“Hm… that right?”

Ray states directly at Haley who levels a glare right back at him. He shoots Mistin a quick smile.

“Sorry don’t think I’ve met you’re friend yet.”

“This is Haley.”

“Oh, coworker?”

“Friend.”

Haley cuts in quickly.

“Sorry for interrupting the conversation. I’m just looking to the usual before heading to work.”

“It’s almost 5pm.”

“Yeah, you’re just starting work for the day?”

“Yeah thats strange, what DO you do for work?”

“Law enforcement.”

Ray responded without missing a beat….. A tense silence falls between everyone…. Mistin looks uncomfortable along with Cooper. Audrey even though trying not to be noticeable felt uncomfortable.

“Haley, what do YOU do for work?”

“What do you mean? I’m obviously at work right now.”

“This is your only job?”

“Last time I checked, yeah.”

“Hmm sorry. You just look so familiar…. I just can’t put my finger on it.”

Haley looks genuinely annoyed. It’s hard to tell for Audrey, but they are probably biting their cheek… probably to keep themselves from saying anything too unprofessional.

“You must be thinking of someone else.”

Haley strains out. Ray smiles, there was no friendliness to it though… ‘Ray what are you doing?…’ with that he suddenly looked around. ‘Shit!’ Audrey forgot he could read minds, moving her head away hoping he won’t notice her. He focused back to the conversation before him with Haley.

“Hm… maybe you’re right.”

Haley smiled back with an equal amount of spite.

“You know, we had a celebrity visit. You just missed it. He was a hero too. This place is quite popular lately~”

Audrey took an opportunity to dip out. They were walking a bit faster as to not grow anymore attention out of Ray, especially getting a possible scolding out of him, yes she was his sidekick, but now they’re a hero. They become a hero after 3 years thanks to they’re own hard work… and going into a café where you’re boss’s crush was is definitely not professional…. But she was so curious she couldn’t help herself… she sighs as she sits on a bench nearby.

“I thought I was clear that my personal life and hero life were to remain separate…”

“GAH! Ray!”

Audrey somehow Audrey didn’t notice the glaring Ray coming towards them. They thought they did a good job leaving but guessed it’s to be expected out of the hero Binary Star…

“Ehehe…. So you did notice me?”

“You really think I wouldn’t? You weren’t very good at hiding yourself.”

Audrey felt a bit hurt at that but knew it was true, as Sparks they’re a good hero, but as Audrey they’re a regular person. Audrey was quiet and just looked away ashamed. Ray sighed.

“Look I’m sorry, I was curious… and… this isn’t helping….”

“No shit.”

“I wanted to know about them… maybe be a possible friend. You seem fond of them.”

“No, don’t even think about it.”

“Why-“

“Why do you think I kept them a secret?”

With that Audrey, thought of the reasons, and felt more dumb than ever…

“Right… the NAHA….”

With that Audrey was completely defeated.

“I’m sorry… I was acting reckless… I just wanted to know. If you’re concerned if I tried anything, I didn’t but I did see-“

“Blaze.”

“Oh I see you already know?”

“Yeah… I may actually have an idea how I’ll deal with that guy…”

Audrey looked at him, and then looked down only to notice the coffee in his hand. He got to talk to them after all. Ray then looked at the time on his phone and then began walking away.

“Don’t try prying into my personal life, I don’t wanna have to deal with you again.”

“Of course… I’m sorry for doing so…”

With that Audrey began walking the other way. Later on they get called in. Soon to hear upon what binary did to blaze, being a witness, seeing Blaze fall down and collided with the ground. They were questioned upon the situation but only claimed to see Blaze fine and well… how’d she find out about Mistin was actually when he suddenly asked for advice on starting a normal conversation with someone you like. You’d think a hero who’s had relationships before would have plenty of experience, Audrey just told him to be patient and understand and more importantly just be himself even if the conversation goes dry or awkward. Even putting in to make a joke or two. It was odd but that was the first hint, the second being he’d come to work with coffee. Audrey knew he never drank coffee before and guessed he’d not like it at all, but suddenly now he’s showing up drinking plane black coffee? He did sense the suspicion in her mind, but just brought it up as he’s only trying it out for a bit due to sleeping in a lot. Which they knew was an obvious lie but decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. Soon finding a picture, Ray found her looking at it, but Audrey managed to promise his secret was safe with her. If Mistin put a genuine smile on his face, why wouldn’t they keep them secret? Soon Audrey would try giving him a bit of pep talks or just push him to go see Mistin more because he obviously likes them. Although, it does worry her that he’s grown a bit…. Obsessed… but tries to help make the better of them. Soon Audrey would ask how the interactions gone, at first he didn’t budge. However ultimately decided since she’s the only one who really knew of Mistin’s existence, and was alright with keeping it all a secret, he lights up a bit, sharing how some moments went, though awkward at first it ultimately ended up cute in Audrey’s mind, even up to the groceries bit. Soon Audrey would grow interested in getting to know Mistin to, and you know how that turned out. Safe to say Ray didn’t speak to Audrey much afterwards.

Audrey would be doing her usual routine as a hero, making sure everyone and everything is safe and secure, until she hears a familiar voice.

“So, I assume the day is boring per usual.”

“Ra- uh! Binary Star. You really do need to stop sneaking up on me like that.”

She gives an awkward yet tired smile. He only sighs, right now even as Sparks, Audrey’s genuine concern over Ray remains. Despite the situation that had currently happened with Blaze. It was silent between the two, except for the city noise. It was clear there was something the two wanted to say but didn’t know how to say or phrase what they wanted to speak. Ray was the first to speak.

“You… aren’t scared of me even after what happened with Blaze? Or other things.”

Audrey wondered where this was suddenly coming from.

“Why would I be?”

“I don’t know it’s just…”

The words got stuck in his throat again and he sighs. Audrey understanding, sits on the ledge patting the spot beside her, Ray sits down next to her. Audrey was patient with him in what he wanted to say next.

“I’m not mad because you wanted to be friends with them… I’m just… a bit annoyed that you didn’t consider the potential risk… you could’ve put them through…”

“I know… I’ve thought about it and…. Honestly not a very smart move.”

“I’m still wondering how Blaze found out about them.”

“Same here, if anything I keep my promises in keeping secrets. If anything I bet he snooped and thought it’d be a ‘good idea’ to go for them. Despite the fact they literally weren’t interested.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! At first I thought they were actually gonna go with him, when they clocked out, but ultimately that wasn’t the case! They straight up put that fire for brains in his place.”

Audrey laughed a bit remembering the moment. Ray seemed to smile a bit.

“That so?”

“Yeah! And then he was like-…”

A pause fell over her… Ray clearly sensed her distress and read her mind, he knew what Blaze said. Audrey was actually worried. Even Ray seemed concerned.

“I really didn’t like it when he said that… especially about you… to get to someone you consider important in you’re life…”

“Well it’s Blaze we’re talking about… but I guess we can only hope for the best.”

“Mhm…”

The silence drops upon them again. However it seemed more… alright now. As they cleared up the situation. Audrey assumed Ray understood how they admired them as Ray and not Binary Star, the way he’s actually able to make the best of things for now despite all the bad things that had happened to him, they knew the NAHA was more pushy and forceful with him due to him being a powerful asset to them, in all honesty she still wanted to get to know him better, despite feeling scared sometimes, fear is normal for a human being, and she’s sure he’s probably scared of something. Probably being the top hero and not being able to take all the pressure, or feeling like it’s all hopeless for himself. Audrey was scared at one point to, but ultimately knew if they weren’t scared to begin with, then what would that make her then? She was fearful of not being able to remember what makes her, herself as a person. It wasn’t just the music, it was the spark that drives her to be herself as Audrey and Sparks, and hopefully… Ray could find a more stable balance between his life as Ray, and as Binary star.

Soon Ray and Audrey get distress calls about an alien attack, but when they both heard the location it was as if the world stopped moving….

It was at the Café that Mistin worked at…..

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“Be sure to get him to safety, everyone here shouldn’t be around this area, it’s way to dangerous!”

Luckily Audrey and Ray managed to show up before Mistin or their brother were the Alien’s crushed toys. Audrey took care of Mistin’s brother Creed as he had taken too much of the smoke in due to hyperventilating. He must have had a panic attack. Honestly it’s worrying that many people now a days are used to the usual Alien attacks, except if it doesn’t happen to them, then its labeled as ‘fine’ when in reality it’s caused more harm than good.. soon she gets a call, it’s from Ray. He had some explaining to do! Especially after ditching her to ‘save’ Mistin. Even through clearly he took them home, hopefully they won’t hear what happened next after he saved them…. Audrey picks up the phone.

“You know it’s really not very responsible to leave a lady like me do all the work you know?”

She says in a half joking manner.

“Audrey… I could use you’re help…”

His voice sounded serious… with that she switched up her joking demeanor to a serious one. Taking what he says seriously.

“Is there something wrong? What’s going on? I thought you were gonna get ‘them’ home safe?”

“Turns out things went… out of hand…”

With that she immediately prepares to go where he is.

“Ok I’m gonna go to where you are, just hold on alright?”

Ray gives a simple ‘hm’ as a response… he’s never really asked for help like this before from her… he wasn’t really a sort of reach out for help type. She talked to another hero to take care of the situation at the café and went to where Ray was, luckily enough they managed to get away from the cameras and people, managing to avoid anyone who could potentially recognize her. She then arrived at where Ray was….

“Ray… phew man… I’m here. What’s going-…”

The place was covered with several human bodies sliced in half… blood spilled everywhere even on the person he was holding in his arm’s bridal style. She should be surprised but yet…. How did all of this happen? Just a couple of hours a ago… he was simply taking Mistin home safely… and now they see Mistin coved in blood along with Ray…. Ray walked over to Audrey as she was trying to figure out what happened.

“Mistin…. They…. They aren’t safe… they’re um… I guess ex partner or something is back… and I don’t think he’s gonna stop going after them till he’s six feet under…”

Audrey still trying to process the situation then looks at Mistin. Did he really just kill many small villains, just to protect them? With this Audrey then realized they only had a shard of how important Mistin was to him, but this takes it to whole different level…

“Audrey… I really need help… I also need you to promise me not to ever mention this to anybody alright?… I just…. I can’t lose them… not again…”

Was he…. Shaking?

Audrey shakes her head and gives him a smile smile. She one of the hands that helps hold Mistin in his arm a light reassuring touch.

“No worries, besides. If anything I’ll take this to the grave.”

With that she called a clean up crew and gave the excuse that binary star just so happened to had been cornered by the small villains, and suddenly he did all this cause he wanted it to be done swiftly and quickly as possible, but it didn’t all go to plan.

After that she helped him get Mistin to bed properly, and when Mistin woke they seemed like in a state where they may look like they’re in the room, but they’re subconsciously not. She made sure Mistin got to bed safely even finding their anti depressants on their kitchen counter. Seems like they’ve been forgetting to take them. They take one out getting water and putting both the medication and water on their bedside table. She then sighs and looks at Ray.

“So…. That all… happened…”

“…”

“It’s bothering you isn’t it?”

“It’s never happened before…”

“What?”

“The way I…. Panicked… it all happened so fast… before I knew it… I had them all on the floor… all for them…. I… I don’t know what came over me….”

Audrey looks a Ray and then at Mistin.

“They’re way more special than I thought… aren’t they?”

With that Ray looked at Mistin peacefully resting.

“Yeah… more than I ever knew…”

Audrey only smiles, a smile of worry for Ray yet now understands how… important Mistin truly was to him. Without them…. His balance would be off. She then sighs and gets up and begins to leave.

“Leaving so soon?”

“If anything. I wouldn’t wanna be the third wheel when they wake up.”

Audrey pauses at the door, and then looks over at Ray.

“Just remember that it’s not only them that care about you alright?… take care Ray.”

With that She leaves into the night. She wanted to to know more upon Ray, but it seems like right now… he still needs to figure out things.. therefore for now, they’ll only focus on what’s happening right now… and if he ever needs help from her.. she’ll help him out. But also… she also needs to figure out what she needs fro herself… even if she doesn’t realize it.. she does still have a long ways to go before truly saying they’re her own person. For now… she’ll wait.

FINALLY DONE!!! Audjjwjdiejdnfiwjdjw!’

Goooood this took awhile especially since life caught up with me a bit and losing a bit of motivation here and there but yeah….

Questions:

Is Audrey romantically attracted to Ray?

No! They’re 10 years younger than him and she is a lesbian.

What’s they’re relationship?

I was aiming for complicated siblings so yea!

Will there be more of her character in the future?

Ye! Why would I add her as a pointless character?

Why did you make her?

Maaaaaaybeee cause I wanted to have someone in Ray’s life at least give him an once of hope and give him the support he needs family wise. Not in blood but in they’re bond, as you can see in the story, I tried to give Ray seeing a chance in Audrey to become a good hero, one people can look to as a person. Little did he know he’d actually ended up caring for the young Audrey as a sibling. Although he doesn’t see it (yet) he will eventually let himself open up, like the couple of times he already has in the story.

How old is Audrey canonically in the main timeline?

She’s 23! I had planned for her to be trained when young so it probably wouldn’t get in the way of blaze? I’m not too sure…

Will she have a potential love interest?

Yes! But they ain’t ready yet!

THATS ALL!

✨Thank you for reading this, also comments are open for criticism. I’ll take note of the criticism and keep it in mind for the future ok? Byyyyyyyeeeee!✨

#oc #binary star hero #binary star hero vn #binarystarhero #bshvn #hehehe

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please tell me ur patterns. plea

my danganronpa autism patterns…… for u……

chapter one:

tricked into murder

leon didn’t mean to kill sayaka. in fact, it was shown that she accidentally stabbed herself during the struggle in the bathroom, but since there were no cameras there, no one but leon knew, and it’s likely he fully believed he was the one who stabbed her.

teruteru only acts because he thinks nagito is planning to kill someone, and interrupts to take out a person he deemed as dangerous to the group. while he did mean to kill, he got the wrong victim.

kaede meant to take out the mastermind, and set up her trap accordingly. instead of killing the mastermind, however, she “killed” rantaro.

“important” victim

sayaka was played up to be makoto’s helper, of sorts, and also a possible love interest. she was the character we, the player, gotten the closest to at that point.

twogami had stepped up to be the leader of the group. additionally, since we believed him to be the real byakuya togami, his death so early was even more alarming.

in both previous games, the character with an unknown talent survived until the end, and coming into/remembering their talents was an important part of their stories. rantaro, however, doesn’t live long enough for that. he, additionally, is set up as the mysterious, knows more than they let on character type, like kyoko. additionally, the protagonist herself is killed in this chapter.

chapter two:

killer reveal

togami’s set up baits out genocider, a known serial killer with a considerable body count.

peko’s true talent as a swordswoman for the yakuza is revealed. ignoring the sparkling justice red herring, it’s reasonable to assume she’s killed at least once (ignoring her time as a remnant).

while technically after the trial, kokichi outs maki as the ultimate assassin, making it damn certain that she’s killed.

hard framing of another

byakuya strings up chihiro’s body and writes in blood to frame toko/genocide.

peko knocks out hiyoko and leaves a gummy bear at the scene. hiyoko’s footsteps are the only ones seen running from the scene after the body’s discovery.

kirumi reveals ryoma’s body at himiko’s magic show, leading everyone to believe it was himiko’s doing.

something unobtainable/something lost (unsure how to classify this one but trust me it’s There)

mondo snaps because he sees chihiro as a better person than he, a man he could never be, and is overwhelmed with anger. he lost his brother and could never move on, but chihiro suffered so much and was able to despite it all.

peko kills mahiru because of her covering up the true killer of fuyuhiko’s sister.

ryoma lets himself be killed because he has nothing left, while kirumi has the weight of japan on her shoulders. she’s what he never was: someone with a purpose.

chapter three:

double murder

kiyotaka and hifumi

ibuki and hiyoko

angie and tenko

death of a gay(coded) character

it’s not even coded! a spikechunsoft rep confirmed that taka and mondo had feelings for each other, even if they didn’t know it themselves.

more arguable, but mahiru and hiyoko’s relationship can very easily be interpreted as more than just friends. additionally, both ibuki and mikan are canonically sapphic.

tenko.

killing for love

celes kills for the person she loves most—herself. not only does she want the money to fulfill her dream, but she’s also led to kill because her heightened sense of self made it impossible for her to coexist with her classmates.

despair disease reminds mikan of her true love—junko. while it’s very clearly the remnant brainwashing talking, it could also be argued that mikan did admire junko even before then.

kiyo kills for the only person he’s ever loved—his sister. as fucked as it is, she’s the reason he turned to killing in the first place, and his love for her is what inspires him to continue on with his plans even after angie intervened.

death of a developing character

taka had just managed to overcome mondo’s death, and gained a brand-new personality to go along with it! but then he dies, so all of that was for nothing, i guess.

mahiru’s death hit hiyoko hard, and it’s clear that she was trying to open up more to the group and soften her ways. too bad she never got to show that improvement.

tenko’s relationship with himiko had finally begun to improve into something tangible, and she was even starting to get along with some of the guys! until one of them killed her.

focus on female antagonist

celeste

mikan

angie, although unlike the others, hers is pre-trial while the others are built up during it

chapter four:

for the “greater good”

sakura sacrifices herself not only for her classmate’s survival, but because she feels as if she has failed them as the “traitor”. this is the only way she feels she can both fulfill her promise and keep her family safe, while also protecting her friends.

both gundham and nekomaru sacrifice themselves so the group can go on, because otherwise, they would’ve all starved to death in the funhouse (asides from nidai).

gonta doesn’t only kill miu because of the “secret of the outside world”, but because she was planning on killing kokichi, which she could’ve very easily gotten away with, leading to everyone’s deaths but her own.

death of the buff character

sakura

nidai

gonta

chapter five:

overly complicated (goes without explanation i feel)

shrouded blackened/victim

mukuro’s body is covered and destroyed before any real investigation can be done. additionally, her killer is literally hidden, as the real junko had yet to make an appearance at that point.

the culprit themselves don’t know they did it! because of komaeda’s set up, chiaki throwing the poison bottle was pure luck, and nothing else.

we don’t even know who’s the victim and who’s the culprit for the entire trial, with kokichi’s body squished, and the eva not only hiding kaito, but allowing him to change his voice at will.

honorable mention: someone explodes

when the bombs around mukuro’s body are detonated, genocider is sent flying, but ends up being unharmed.

when komaeda blows up the dining hall/restaurant area, souda is caught up in the explosion, but he’s fine.

i don’t have anything for chapter six other than the big reveal bc other than that i think the similarities would be more in the themes than anything and. i am not putting myself through v3’s final trial again you can’t fucking make me

#muse talk #b3nt-exe #dangantag #seriously how did i not know i was autistic sooner when i was doing shit like this

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Myth

(Ages are not conical, so just go with it, but that’s also the power of fanfiction.)

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Myth – a traditional story, especially one concerning the early history of a people or explaining a natural or social phenomenon, and typically involving supernatural beings or events – that’s what he is, and he liked it.

No, he loved it. For someone who lived his whole life in the spotlight, it makes sense as to why he actively tries to hide. He hides from the press, he hides from friends and family, and especially from the hero community.

See, here’s the thing; he doesn’t necessarily exist. To the hero community that is. He did his time as Robin and then travelled as a nameless hero. Came back to Gotham with a new name but strictly stayed in the shadows. People sort of knew of his existence, but since he didn’t show his face, people just assumed he was a spook.

Bruce also liked to keep a lot of secrets from the JL, so it made it easier to stay hidden, but that didn’t necessarily mean that they didn’t know about him. He has done missions for the JL, but it was those intel missions that needed to be extra secret. He never once showed his face to the Justice League, and he liked it like that.

So you can imagine his irritation when Bruce called him. No, not Bruce, Batman.

“It’s only Monday B and I’m not in the mood, so whatever it is, no.” He didn’t even give Bruce a chance to speak.

“I wouldn’t have called if I didn’t think it was important. Dick has a cold and a bullet wound that he tried to hide, you know how it is. The girls and Duke are in deep cover, Jason is off world, Damian would kill them on sight just for them looking at him, plus his working with the Titans, and I obviously can’t go. I have other missions.”

“What’s the mission?” He asked just as he felt a small tug on his pants. When he looked down, he saw that it was his little two year old daughter. Tim smiled, before he picked her up, and sat her on his lap. She rested her head on his chest then she fell asleep.

Bruce took off his crawl so he could rub his face. “Intel mission.”

“Don’t you have a special team for this type of stuff? Oh wait you do. The YJ!” Tim whisper yelled so that he didn’t wake Nalaya up, because God help them all if she wakes up when she’s sick.

“You know as well as I do why we can’t just put them on this mission without Dick. As much as I want to trust them, I can’t, not yet anyways. I gave them a chance, they messed it up. They still need to prove themselves to me before I can let them go without Wing.”

“So essentially, I’m babysitting a group of young adults that are as reckless as toddlers on a sugar rush. How urgent is the mission?”

“Toddlers on a sugar rush? Wait - Tim did you get Nalaya on a sugar rush?” The amusement in Bruces’ voice was clear as day. Tim went pink.

“Answer the question B. How urgent is the mission?” Tim asked as he cleared his throat.

“Three days.”

“No.”

“Tim please. You’re my best bet at the moment.”

“If you want me to go so badly, push it for a week and a half. Mari is in New York for fashion week and can’t afford to look after a sick toddler. Both would need her full attention, hence why I am working from home. Mari is only gonna be home next Wednesday because she wants to visit her parents. Next week Wednesday. Deal?”

“Fine, thank you. I’ll see you at 2200h Wednesday at the Young Justice headquarters.” Then with no further ceremony, the Bat signed off.

Tim rolled his eyes. “Your grandfather is a pain in my butt.” Then he stood up carefully as to not wake up his kid. “Let’s get you to bed princess.”

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They have all heard of myths and legends. Different kinds, from different communities, friends and family and especially in their line of work. Some were just for scares and for fun, most where true when it came to working with magic, and some where made up to throw people of their game.

Red Robin was one of those myths that the Bat-clan say to throw them off their game, or so they thought.

Imagine walking into their base of operations and seeing said myth talking casually with the big bad Bat, holding a coffee cup as if they were old friends, which couldn’t be right seeing as Red Robin looked younger then the Bat. A year or two younger than them actually. What the fuck.

When the two bats noticed the team they strained up and went blank faced. “Team meet the myth himself Red Robin. He will be helping you with this intel mission only. Double R the Young Justice team. You are to retrieve intel only. An over view of the mission has been sent to you. You leave in fifteen minutes.” He then turned away to the zeta tube, but before he left he turned his head to Red Robin. “Do not, and I mean do not pull that stunt you did with the LOA bases.”

“Such little faith. I won’t B. I promise.”

Batman raised his eyebrow. “LB would kill me if I did, so I won’t.” Batman nodded his head, then turned around and walked to the tubes.

There was a tense silence before RR broke it. “I’ll meet you in the hanger. I have to go and cuss out Nightwing.” He said as he turned to walk to the direction of the hanger.”

“Why would you want to cuss out Nightwing?” Wally asked.

“Because my brother is an idiot, and he is very lucky I moved out or I would have done more than cuss him out.” He said not stopping and not turning around.

“Is it me or did today go from tense to super weird in a total of five minutes?”

“It’s not only you Wally. Never mind that. We have a mission to complete. Let’s go team.”

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“What happened with the LOA bases?” Conner asked to fill the silence.

Red Robin stopped typing to look Conner straight in the eye. A chill went the young supers spin when double R smirked.

“There is a reason Ra’s al Ghul is afraid of me. I blew up most of his bases because he had something of mine. I blew six more out of pure spit.”

The team stayed quite for the rest of the trip.

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Six hours, one failed mission and a portal to somewhere, the team stood in the middle of a field, being glared down by Red Robin.

“What in the ever loving fuck was that?!”

They were silent, and that only made him more angry and frustrated.

It was a simple mission. Get a hard-drive that had blueprints to a machine that Luthor was building for the Light and get out, undetected and unharmed. The shitshow that happened is what he was trying to comprehend. How are they this bad or where they just being cocky and wanting to show off. This mission could be long over if they had followed his plan.

“I ask again. What the fuck happened?” His tone went from deadly shouting to deadly calm in two seconds flat, it made shivers run up his spin.

“What is your deal? We only messed up a little, but we got the information. Mission complete. No need to be all bitchy.” Conner said, getting tired of this dudes attitude.

Tim let out a dark chuckle. He did not just say that to his face when he was the main cause of this failed mission.

“My deal. Here’s my deal. You, along with your team had one simple task to do. Scout ahead and report to me. I would be the one to infiltrate the base and get the information. My problem started when you disobeyed a direct order to not engaging. At. All. But no, that was such a hard job. By you not staying put, you got your team injured. Then you went off by switching off your coms, ignoring everyone, which by the way got us portaled to Ice land. Your biggest flop so far was getting the incorrect data. So please, Superboy, tell me I’m wrong.”

It was silent. “That’s what I thought. Now, you will listen carefully. You are to dismantle every tracking, communication, and electronic device on you.”

“Why?” Wrong question from Artemis.

“Why? Why is because your egotistical teammate messed up the mission against his evil surrogate father, and I for one don’t want to be hunted by that madman. So my suggestion is do it yourself, before I turn every electronic device on you into a taser.”

That’s what he thought. Once changed in some casual clothing, he led the way a modest looking house. Tim pulled out a key and opened the door very slowly. Once fully open, a knife is thrown in his direction. He catches it without blinking, but that just means his more sceptical to go inside. The team just stares at his in shock. What the hell.

“I did say I was sorry.” He shouted into the house. A dino sippy cup was thrown at him. He ducks, the person behind him does not. Artemis now has a very pretty bruise on her forehead. (Wally has a picture.)

Tim motions them inside. He led them into a different room and there they are met with a soul wittering glare that put Batman’s glare to shame. They have never felt more scared in their lives than in that moment. Tim didn’t look fazed. He just lifted his brow. “I did say I was sorry.”

“One day I hope you’ll spontaneously combust.” The women said.

“And I wait for the day your glare leaves our kid without a father. Meet the team. The real source of your anger.” He said in a deadpanned voice.

The women huffed. “No, no. You’re the source of my anger. Bruce snitched. Anyways, nice to meet you all.” After getting well acquainted with this lioness of a women called Marinette and the owner of the throw dino sippy cup, Nalaya, Marinette lead them an underground hid out, while Tim went to put his little girl to bed. He joins them a few minutes later.

“So,” Marinette said from in front of the huge monitor where she was setting up a call. “who wants to tell the big bad bat what happened.” The team goes brick still, faces pale. “I mean it’s only fair you do the report.” Tim chokes on a laugh from where he sits typing in coordinates in front of another screen. Wally faints in that moment. “That’s what I thought.” Over confindent idiots, with their big egos. “Though I shouldn’t be surprised that they’re afraid of the furry.” Tim snorts.

“God forbid he hears you say that. What then?”

“I take your challenge.” The team still frozen to their spots watch in silence. Wally still out cold. The call is accepted in that moment. “Hello you giant furry.” She says it in a flat voice that had a bit of mirth and a bit of offence. Batman makes a strangled sound and Tim dies of laughter. Bruce gathers himself before he answers.

“Ladybird.” Bruce said stiffly.

“No need to be so formal B. I saw your latest gala suit by the way. It was very… I think it is best not to say.” The smirk on her lips and the snickering form Tim was turning him redder by the second. “Send my regards to Alfie.” She said as she got up, kissed Tim’s cheek and waved the team goodbye. Just like that she was gone.

Tim sat in her vacant set. Bruce turned his full attention the still frozen team. “What happened?” Tone low and icy.

“It’s in the report I sent you B. I’ll finish up the mission by 1am. The usual drill. I’m sending the team to the watchtower, they can fill you in on parts I was not present for. See you later.” And before Batman could answer, he dropped the call.

“Did you just drop the call on Batman?” Artemis asked as she finally came out of her daze.

“No I dropped the call on my father. Big difference. The zeta is ready by the way.” Tim said as he pointed to the zeta tube.

As the team walked out and Wally finally waking up, Tim called, “FYI if you tell anyone about what you saw today that wasn’t part of the mission, I will make good on my promise.” He finished with a smirk that promised pain and misfortune. The team nodded quickly and rushed into the tube.

Man was it fun to be a myth.

#dc x mlb #batman #bruce wayne #batfam #no hate to young justice #timinette #maribat #bordem

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Squares Research: Unused Data

With the help of @puyo-puyo-for-real-justice, I’ve gotten some unused dialogue and concept art for Squares. So now it’s time for the research post about all of it, I’ll start with the concept art.

Concept Art

So, Squares has 2 files of concept art on Puyo Nexus, that I’ll assume is all the concept art he and Marle both have.

His first Concept Art and second one look pretty similar. It seems originally that he was to have long hair by default and it not change. And then the second one has him with shorter hair. (It seems propeller hair was always part of his design here)

His third concept art here, seems to have the concept that his hair would grow longer and the cowlick change shape when he activates his powers. Bearing high resemblance to his “Cosmic Rectangle” spell art.

But, he seems to have even older concept art with Marle.

This is likely much older judging my how different his design is here. In this art, he has long hair, no cowlick, some fluffy tuft of furr(?) around his head, floating cubes around him, and his clothes are vastly different. Although heeled shoes seem to still have been part of his design all the way back here.

And it seems like judging by the other art in this image for this design of Squares, his powers apparently hurt him? Due to his face here he looks pained, which technically was kept in the final version of him. (He gains agonizing pain due to going to explode)

Dialogue

Next, we have the unused dialogue to discuss. Which is honestly super interesting, because it gives a whole new perspective of Marle & Squares character, it’s a shame they weren’t kept in the final game.

Tee

You can open up to us. Everyone here is willing to listen. You don't have to carry this burden alone.

Squares

confusion You all stand in the face of destruction. Yet… You're not afraid. You're not angry. I don't understand… Why…?

Marle

Listen, Squares. They're not afraid because that's just who they are. Please… Let's stop this.

Squares

…Never.

Marle

frustration intensifies You're so obtuse, Squares!

Squares

What?

Marle

I said you're obtuse! Stubborn! Hard-headed! Inflexible!

Ringo

Hey, Marle…?

Tee

She finally lost it…

Marle

Everyone here is trying their hardest for YOU! So why do you have to act like this!? I admit, it was my fault all of this started in the first place. But you're taking it WAY too far! And besides, I know what you're up to. You never planned to actually harm anyone here. You were never serious about any of this! Tch… You know what must be done. But you refuse to accept it! And for that… I have to teach you a lesson!

With these bits of unused dialogue, we have a whole new perspective of the story. Here, unlike in the final game, Marle admits to being in the fault, and states that Squares hadn’t truly intended on doing anything he had claimed he would.

But, now, it’s time for a more in-depth analysis of this conversation, and Squares characterization!

For starters, this unused bit of dialogue actually makes Squares seem much younger than what he seems, seeing as he wondered how the heroes weren’t scared, and how his plan wasn’t true. He basically, according to this, lied to the heroes about erasing them. Most likely because he wanted them to listen to him, and, to fix the worlds how they where,

But, unlike in the final game, Marle admits that it was her fault. Meaning despite what he had done, the reason was because Marle didn’t teach him enough, she didn’t let him learn. She could have stopped it by telling him more about her obsession with the Puyo and Tetris worlds after their merge.

But, how do these unused dialogue lines compare and contrast with the final story? Well, I think they are all still true. There are multiple signs in the game that Squares likely didn’t actually plan to hurt them, read here for my explanation. And, it’s still Marle’s fault in the finished game, she just never admits that it is.

But, Tee in the unused dialogue mentions that Squares is burdened with something, likely his feelings and duty. Would that mean that Squares has issues that needs sorted out? Like, why would he just keep how he feels bottled up, sure he was saying he was gonna erase them, but why keep his burdens hidden? Maybe he didn’t or doesn’t want to trouble them - especially Marle?

I find the unused dialogue very interesting, especially how we see Marle take responsibility for what happened. I think in the final game she just let’s people assume it was Squares fault, but in the unused dialogue - she takes responsibility, she created Squares so he is her responsibility to care for. I wish these where kept in, they completely could’ve changed how Marle & Squares are. Especially since they say that Squares basically was just bluffing, cause he wasn’t gonna do anything to them.

But, these basically confirm my theory that Squares was innocent with the events as they aren’t exactly his fault, and that he didn’t intend to hurt anyone. So, I’m happy about that.

Hmm… how would have Puyo Puyo Tetris 2’s ending have gone if the heroes didn’t rescue Squares from his powers making him explode? What if there was a bad ending where the heroes fail and they and Marle watch helplessly as Squares explodes? How would Marle react? How would the music sound? Would have Squares cried right before his demise? So many questions, so little answers…

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