#gets overwhelmed when planning the block party

[wherevenusholdssomeofficespace]

Linda Flynn-Fletcher

I think Linda Flynn-Fletcher is potentially one of the most misunderstood characters in the show.

It think comes from a natural enough place. Her role in the show is of course, to act as the potential threat to their summers of fun. While they boys never see her as a threat, narratively she's the big bad. If she sees it, its game over.

Here's the thing though. She's a not a bad mom. Her children LOVE her. Similarly to how Phineas and Ferb absolutely adore Candace and would do nearly anything she asked, Phineas, Ferb and Candace all love and respect their mother and don't disobey her. Now a bit of this is clearly Linda being a more permissive parent, but any rules that Linda has Phineas and Ferb never do anything to disobey their mother. While I wouldn't be surprised if there were one or two instances where Candace disobeyed her mother willfully, the closest I can think off off hand is Candace not doing a bunch of chores that she was supposed to do. Really, the fact that all her kids love her, shows how much all her kids feel loved in their household. And I think that's super important. Candace wrote a song about how much she feels loved by her mom, even if her mom is dismissive of Candace. But she still goes with Candace to see what the boys are up to even if she doesn't believe it. She sets boundaries on how often Candace can bust the boys sure. But she hasn't forbidden Candace from doing it altogether. Nor does she punish Candace for presumably lying?

At MOST Linda will say something like: "let's get you out of the sun" after a failed bust. The worst of it I think is probably the time Linda made her promise not to try or suffer the Pharaohs curse. Which, was just some guy in a Pharaoh costume telling Candace curse you. Linda goes out of her way to read books to try and deal with her daughter. She and Candace still clearly hold a lot of affection for each other and do spend a decent amount of mother daughter time together. Linda gives books to her daughter, tries to direct her to other activities, and finds her sleep busting cute, and sometimes goes out of her way to do activities her daughter wants to do with her. All things considered Linda is REALLY patient about Candace's busting. Could she be doing more to get to the bottom of why Candace is presumably acting out? Sure. But Doofensmirtz could also be doing a better job of listening to his daughter and not insulting her (or do we not remember why Vanessa wears earbuds around the house) but we all call him a really good dad.

A LOT of shows have kids hiding a secret from a parent for one reason of another. But while the crux of the show rests on Linda not knowing what her sons are doing, its not because its a secret. The boys aren't hiding it from her. The boys genuinely believe she knows. Lawrence genuinely believes she knows. Candace is the only one in the family who really grasps the situation.

Linda's ignorance, her disbelief of the wild shenanigans that her children get into is easily mistakable for normality. For representing the oppressive day to day. The same thematic antagonist as school. A mom who wants whats best for her kids, and thinks that whats best for them is them being normal, without realizing what's really best for them. After all why else we saw what would happen if she found out in Quantum Boogaloo. But the fact of the matter is aside from that one future (which also featured an effectively evil leader in Doofensmirtz, and therefore implies more factors at play than just Doofensmirtz and Linda's characters), we don't really know how it would play out in the long term. Future Linda even just kinda moves on after discovering the truth.

Linda is exactly like her kids. She just does the same things on a less physics breaking scale. The woman has like 37 different hobbies. She takes a cooking class, donated an art sculpture, is part of a jazz group. She has a background in astrophysics. She was a pop star. She won a meatloaf contest. She takes french lessons. The fact that Linda has several hobbies is part of the reason the formula works at all. Linda is constantly trying new things which gets her out of the house, while her sons are trying their own new things. Her absence is what prompts Candace to have to go looking for her. Also, What Do It Do when the moment Linda gets put in Candace's position she acts the exact same way.

Also it's why she and Lawrence are so compatible. They have a lot of weird hobbies they spend together. She likes Lawrence's history references. They watch car racing together. They went spelunking together. They go bowling regularly enough to have equipment. She has played the bagpipes while Lawrence danced (which sidenote: do you think she taught Candace how to play the bagpipes?).

Not to mention her extended family. Think about it. Her mom was a competitive roller derby skater who once bit a skate and shook it like a dog with a chew toy and pulls elaborate pranks with her identical twin. Really she's a lot like Candace with her aggressive passion. Her dad apparently won a balloon race, but tells the story in the most straightforward way possible, sometimes very oblivious, but is overall a lot like Phineas. Her sister is an adrenaline junky. And back to Quantum Boogaloo for a minute: Her granddaughter is just like Candace, Grown up Candace is a lot like Linda. Do you not see the implications!!?!?!? LIKE???? DO YOU NOT REALIZE THAT LINDA WAS PROBABLY A LOT LIKE CANDACE AND PHINEAS WHEN SHE WAS YOUNGER?!!?! YOU THINK IT SKIPPED A GENERATION OR SOMETHING???

Do you think Linda used to complain about Tiana??? Do you think Linda thought her family was weird and was embarrassed by them??? Do you think Linda ever called herself the only mature/normal member of her family?? LIKE CANDACE DOES????

Anyway, Linda is just like her family. Sure, she is RELATIVELY more normal, but that's relative, and probably simply because the universe bends itself around to keep her from knowing. Linda literally cannot find out about the real nature of her universe. Linda is just a grown up version of her children, seeking to make the most of each day, but within the bounds the universe has set upon her, both as an adult woman and mother, but also in the laws of physics expected of her. But she still makes the most of her life. You don't have to build a roller coaster to make the most of each day and all that.

I think if Linda is representing anything its that even parents can have rich fulfilling lives. Where they make the most out of each day. Having fun with your life doesn't stop with adulthood. Even if you have more responsibilities doesn't mean you can't have fun? Sure childhood is something you can't get back but growing up isn't inherently bad either?

#pnf #phineas and ferb #linda flynn fletcher #The woman is a former pop star #and has a secret background in astrophysics #you would think that would be enough but nooo #i generally don't care to comment on the suspected neurodivergent status of cartoon characters #because neurodivergency exists in the context of society #and cartoon characters exist in a completely different context #and when characters are inspired by real people (like Linda being inspired by Dan's sister) it can get messy #but if Phineas and Candace and Doofensmirtz are ADHD so is Linda #she just has adult woman flavor ADHD #aka the reason that woman and girls go underdiagnosed or are often diagnosed with anxiety instead #I think we often don't recognize how frequently she forgets things #I'm thinking back to that one time she forgot the “stuff” at the grocery store #she stayed up all night making last minute pies #working up to the deadline on an art sculpture #at one point runs out of contacts (presumably because she forgot to get more) #gets overwhelmed when planning the block party #and that's just what I can think of off hand #anyway I will not stand for Linda slander

[stargirllanaa]

୨⎯ "Bad Liar" - R.C

❥ Masterlist

Warnings: NONCON smut, Dark!Rafe, Toxic relationship, abusive relationship, Domestic violence, mentions of drinking, rafes pretty bad as usual

Summary: You snuck out to hang with the pogue’s… bad idea. Idea is from a comment on this post.

A/n ✎: OMG thank you for 200 followers!! I started writing Rafe like 3 weeks ago but the overwhelming support has been so motivating <333 love you all sm! Please reblog and comment if you enjoyed!!! Btw my request are open again, don’t be shy ;)

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You quietly entered your house, locking the door behind you. It was 2 am, and you had just driven home from the other side of the island because you had to sneak around to hang out with your friends. Your boyfriend Rafe didn't like your choice of friends, often calling them ‘dirty pogues’ and claiming that they were all ‘trying to turn you against him,’ and that pissed you off.

Just because Rafe had a problem with Pogues didn't mean you had to, and frankly, his reasoning for hating them so much was stupid; because of his issue with them, you were frequently isolated. Still, you wouldn't let Rafe stop you from having a social life outside of him, so you would sometimes sneak out late at night, go to the cut, visit your friends, and return home like nothing had happened.

You did feel guilty about going behind Rafe's back, but what could you do? You weren't going to cut all your friends off because Rafe told you to. It wasn't like you were cheating.

You made sure to cover all of your tracks. Knowing Rafe had your location, you left your phone at home every time you snuck out. You always left at night so you could text Rafe ‘goodnight,’ and he wouldn't suspect anything from you not responding, and you would always make it back in three hours at the most just to be careful. You knew if Rafe found out about you sneaking around, he would be furious; you had been disobeying his wishes for months and lying to his face.

As you crept up your stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible, you couldn't help but smile; even though you hated to admit it, you and Rafe never had fun. I mean, you two had ‘fun’ in his way, like going golfing, parties, ‘Rafe stuff,’ but you two would never do anything you wanted to do, and with The Pogues, it was the opposite; you got to get messy, get drunk on the beach even do girly things like braid Sarah's hair or have Kie paint your nails, things that you could never do with rafe. It was a relief to do something you enjoyed.

You opened the door to your bedroom, which was pitch black; you had turned all your lights out before you left; you felt around on the wall for the light switch, flipping it upwards. The lights momentarily blinded you, but you jumped when you saw the manlike figure on your bed. When your eyes finally focused, it was worse than what you expected.

Rafe was sitting on your bed, staring directly at you; his face was unreadable and emotionless, which was terrifying. Your boyfriend was usually expressive, the type to lash out when angry; you had never seen him this calm, and you certainly didn't expect him to be calm after catching you going behind his back.

You stood frozen in the doorway, unable to tear your gaze away from him or move. This didn't feel real.

“Where were you?” Rafe asked, breaking the silence; his voice was monotone, empty of emotion as he sat on your bed, just looking at you.

Your throat felt dry, and your tongue heavy with unsaid words. You struggled to find your voice and form a coherent response, and the utter shock and fear rendered you speechless.

“I don't want to repeat myself,” Rafe mumbled under his breath; he was allowing you to come clean and save yourself from whatever he had planned if he caught you in a lie.

“I was…” you blinked a couple of tears back, thinking of what to say. “I went to the gas station… to get some.” you looked up and then back at him, fidgeting with your hands. “snacks.” you lied, voice cracking from nerves.

Rafe smirked, slighting, breaking his calm facade. Did this amuse him?

“Right.” Rafe nodded, looking at his lap as if he was thinking about what you just said. “So you went to the gas station, right?” he asked, awaiting a response.

You nodded, but you couldn't stop the tears from glazing your eyes and your whole body from trembling.

“And you left your phone at home?” Rafe questioned you, head tilting slightly and his eyes narrowing.

You completely forgot that since Rafe was waiting for you in your room and most likely saw your phone on your nightstand. Your lies were falling apart before your eyes.

“I forgot-” You mumbled quietly, still standing in your doorway. You hoped you weren't loud enough to wake anyone in your house, but you were too scared to get closer to Rafe.

“Y/n,” Rafe muttered, pushing himself off the bed, now standing in front of it. “I'm done with the lies. Alright?” the blonde sighs, now talking with his hands. “I've been here for,” he looks down at his expensive watch, taking in the time. “2 hours,” Rafe admits, fist clenching to his side.

Your face fell when he said that, he had caught you; he had to know; there was no excuse or lie you could think of to justify why you were at the gas station for 2 hours in the middle of the night. Your heart started to beat faster, and your tears finally spilled over; you weren't just scared, you were terrified; you didn't want to admit to hanging out with the Pogues, but what else could you do? You had tried lying and failed, making the situation worse, and Rafe probably already expected the worst. I mean, you were sneaking out in the middle of the night. That would look like cheating to anyone.

“And I don't see any snacks either.” Rafe sighs as he combs his finger through his hair.

He was right; you didn't even think of that; you were a horrible liar.

“So I'm going to ask you one more time.” Rafe’s posture was stiff, and his hands were shaky, “where. Were. you.” his tone was sharp, and his breathing was speeding up as he waited for your response.

“I was at the chateau…ok?!” You blurted out loudly, quickly covering your mouth after realizing your door was still open. “John B’s place, it was me, Sarah.” his eyes rolled when you mentioned his sister, “Kiara, Pope, JJ.” You were now half whispering and hyperventilating simultaneously; your tears were prevalent as you told your boyfriend everything. There was no point in lying anymore, he had caught you, and he was pissed.

“We were just hanging out, and I'm sorry; I know I should have-” You were just saying anything that came to mind, trying to improve this situation, word vomit.

“Come here.” Your boyfriend mumbled, cutting you off; his voice was low and shaky.

You shook your head. ‘No,’ you didn't want to be anywhere near him right now; you had just admitted to lying to him multiple times and didn't want to face the consequences.

“Ok,” he shakes his head before running his hand through his hair again and saying something under his breath that you didn't quite catch.

Before you knew it, he was charging at you. You tried to run out the doorway, but as soon as you turned, one of his arms was wrapped around your waist, pulling you against his stiff chest, and with the other, he used his hand to cover your mouth in one swift motion before using his foot to shut your door.

“You were lying to me.” he hissed into your ear, pushing you against your wall, back facing him. “Calculating plans behind my back.” he used the hand that was around your waist to grab a chuck of your hair, forcing your head to snap to the side. “To hang out with dirty Pogues.” he was now gripping your hair so tight you felt it might come out of your head. “And probably sleep with them behind my back.” His voice didn't raise once as he automatically assumed the worst.

You couldn't deny his claims; his hand was over your mouth tight, your parents were right upstairs, and he knew that.

“How many times? Huh?” Rafe questioned you, pulling your hair back just enough to make eye contact, and when you looked into his eyes, they didn't look normal; they were dark. “How many times did you fuck those disgusting Pogues while you pretend to be asleep?” he was dead serious.

He slowly moved his hand from over your mouth, waiting for you to respond, but when you let out a loud cry instead, he quickly covered it again before slamming your head against the wall, which was also noisier than he expected.

In Rafe's mind, he couldn't accept the fact that you and another guy could just be friends, especially not you and a Pogue; in Rafe's mind, you 100% cheated on him, and there was no convincing him otherwise. He was disgusted; who knows where those pogues had been or who they had been in? They were filthy and grimy; who knows what you could have given him.

“You're disgusting.” Rafe whispers in your ear before flipping your body around to face him, stuck between him and the walls.

“I can't believe I trusted you.” His hand was now grabbing at your hair again, gripping the top of your scalp and using it as leverage to push you down on your knees in front of him.

You fought back, trying to stand straight, but Rafe quickly overpowered you. And before you knew it, you were kneeling before him like he wanted.

“I'm going to let go of you, and if you make any noise…” he paused momentarily, looking deeply into your eyes. “I'll kick your fucking teeth in.” he threatened, voice still shaking. “Understand?”

You nodded to the best of your ability with his tight grip on your hair and face.

When he let go, you tried your best to stay quiet, letting out little cries and whimpers, but not enough for him to fulfill his threat. The tears hadn't stopped since he'd caught you, and you were so fucking exhausted from all the fun you had earlier and now the pain, accusations, and tears. But when you looked up to see Rafe unbuttoning his pants, you couldn't keep quiet.

“No-” You protested quietly, as you started to hyperventilate, tears now fully clouding your vision. “Rafe-” You couldn't even catch your breath. You were panicking.

“Shut the fuck up,” Rafe demanded quietly, but his tone was still harsh as he pulled down his pants.

“I can't breathe-” You were cut off by Rafe pushing your head, causing it to slam against the wall; you immediately rubbed the back of your head to soothe the pain as you cried harder.

Rafe was getting more annoyed with you by the second, jaw ticking every time he looked at you. He grabbed your chin roughly, pulling your face closer to his crotch.

“I told you to shut the fuck up.” Rafe sneered as he used his other hand to pull his boxers down and begin stroking his cock right in front of your face.

You couldn't stop crying. You couldn't believe this was happening; just an hour ago, you were out with your friends, having fun, not even worried about your boyfriend. You had gotten away with sneaking out so many times already; how could you have known today would be any different?

“Open your mouth,” Rafe demanded as he held his cock right in front of your lips.

You tried to turn your head to the side, but Rafe wasn't having it. His grip on your chin got tighter and tighter until you tried to cry out in pain, but as soon as you opened your mouth, he got what he wanted.

His hand holding your chin was back on your hair as he guided your head up and down at a quick, harsh pace. Sounds of gags and rafes and low moans filled the room. It was music to his ears but traumatizing for you.

“Fuck y/n.” Rafe moaned out, “I'm gonna miss this.”

You were a little confused, but if you were being honest, you were barely listening to Rafe anyway, too emotionally broken to pay attention to whatever he was saying.

“Can't be with a bitch who would fuck a pogue,” Rafe grunted out.

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can't quit you

dom!power bottom!natasha x sub!service top!reader

warnings: toxic dynamic, degrading, oral (r giving and receiving), fingering (r giving and receiving), mommy kink, strap on (r giving), bondage, wax play, temperature play, praise

word count: 4.2k

“Do you want to stay for a while? I'm making pasta tonight,” you told the redhead as you watched her slip her bra back on.

“I've got plans,” Natasha replied without sparing you a glance. You bit your lip and nodded even though she couldn't see you, feeling the familiar disappointment bring about a pang in your chest. You were used to the spy coming over to hook up and leaving immediately after, but everytime you fooled yourself into believing that maybe she would enjoy your company beyond sex for once. You never said anything to Natasha, knowing that your absence of any persistence was what kept her coming back. She didn't have time for relationships and she certainly didn't have time for anyone needy. But you couldn't say the same for yourself and you couldn't continue to endure the ache that Natasha brought to your life.

“I don't think we should do this anymore,” you declared. Natasha looked at you with a raised brow as she pulled her jeans up, seeming sceptical of your announcement.

“Why?” She asked plainly, certainly not appearing bothered. You wished she was.

“You know why,” you countered. She didn't respond as she stared at you. “I want a relationship. I know I won't get one with you so I want to focus on other people who do,” you told her.

“Like who?” She pushed.

“I don't know yet,” you admitted. Natasha hummed with a small smile, as though she wasn't buying a word of what you said. “I'm serious, Nat” you insisted but it was clear that wasn't going through when the redhead grabbed her phone and keys.

“I'll see you around, detka,” she called over her shoulder as she sauntered across your studio apartment like it was her own home.

“No you won't!” You tried to call back but the heavy slam of the door cut you off. You huffed and lay back in the messy bed, glancing at the space next to you where Natasha had been laying just ten minutes prior.

*

You had blocked and deleted Natasha’s number so that you wouldn't be tempted to contact her again. You meant every word of what you said to her the last time you met but that didn't ensure you had the willpower to follow through. You hadn't met many people in the cold winter months that followed, unable to stop comparing them to a certain redhead. None of their eyes held the same overwhelming intensity as hers. None of their lips promised sinful highs from just one brief touch. None of their hips held that same hypnotising sway when they knew you were watching. It was unfair to place those kinds of comparisons on them,especially as they were all far more genuine and interested as Natasha had ever been. Perhaps that was the problem.

It was late on a Saturday evening when you heard a knock on your door. You had decided to have a night to yourself to finally assemble a lego kit you had bought the week before, but it seemed it would have to wait a little longer.

When you opened your door, you froze at the sight of Natasha in your hallway. She was dressed up in what you could only assume was the attire for Stark’s latest party she must have ditched. It wouldn't be the first time she had done it to come and see you.

“Miss me?” Natasha asked with a knowing smirk when your eyes took in how short the crimson red dress fell. You wanted to deny it, but lying to a spy was futile.

“I missed you,” she told you, voice low in a way you had heard countless times and had never been able to walk away from. She took a step forward and your eyes snapped to hers. You could never fight the spell they cast over you either, not that you wanted to.

“You shouldn't be here,” you reminded yourself more than her. She tilted her head slightly, her smirk unwavering as your resolve crumbled in front of her.

“But we're both glad I am,” she pointed out as you suddenly felt her hand grip your own with an assertive gentleness. Natasha guided it towards her and you let her, enchanted as you watched your own hand disappear under the fabric. The pads of your fingers skimmed across her soft thighs as she led you higher until you were met with damp lace. You exhaled shakily, finally moving your digits by your own will to stroke her covered cunt that clenched at your barricaded touch.

One soft moan from Natasha was all it took for you to pull her in by the waist and slam the door behind her as you pressed the redhead up against the wall and let your lips re-familiarise themselves. She grinned in triumph against you and you happily surrendered the price for a taste of Natasha that you could've sworn was intoxicating.

You pushed your thigh between hers and felt her buck down on it instantly. You grabbed her thighs to encourage her to grind, hoping to see a wet patch on your sweatpants when you were done. Natasha moaned again and you took the opportunity to let your tongue swipe across hers.

To your surprise, she pulled away and forced you straight to your knees. You opened your mouth to object but Natasha grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your head back to look up at her. “You're not in charge here,” she reminded you. You struggled to nod in her grip.

“I'm sorry,” You whispered, tears brimming from the sting.

“Show me,” she ordered, guiding your head to where she needed you most whilst she pulled down her ruined underwear. You breathed in the redhead’s scent as she did so, squirming where you knelt in desperation to have her in your mouth. You barely had to wait, Natasha’s just rivalling your own.

You moaned in synchronised relief when your tongue was finally flat against Natasha's cunt. Faintly registering the dull thud of the Russian’s head dropping against the wall, you gripped her thighs as a means to anchor yourself to Natasha and ate her out like you starved. Of her, you had.

“Fuck, this is what you're made for, detka, and it's all for me,” she reminded you with a particularly harsh pull on your hair. You mumbled an agreement as you sunk your tongue into her, eager to savour as much of the dangerous woman as you could.

“You can fuck those other sluts all you want, malysh, I know you'll never be this drunk in their pussies.” You groaned, your stomach flipping at Natasha’s well placed arrogance when she told you what you already knew. “Give me your fingers,” she ordered and you complied.

To Natasha’s displeasure, you pulled away as you brought your fingers up to spread her folds, though the redhead held off protesting when she realised you just wanted to watch your fingers sink into her. She watched on with flushed features as you bit your lip and pushed two fingers in with a soft groan. Her warmth wrapped around you in a welcoming embrace, throbbing and twitching as you pushed your digits knuckle deep.

“Good fucking girl,” Natasha sighed. You snapped your gaze to the steady rise and fall of Natasha's chest where one of her hands had slipped under her dress to play with her breasts. You felt yourself ache as your eyes met and Natasha used her free hand to return your mouth to her.

You allowed her to manoeuvre your body as she pleased, finding it all too easy to follow her authority and let her use you for her own pleasure, a dynamic that seemed to serve you both well. You pumped your fingers steadily inside of Natasha as your lips wrapped around her hardened clit that pulsed in your mouth as though it had a heartbeat of its own. The spy bucked her hips into your fave at the action as she swore in Russian You smiled and curled your fingers towards yourself, caressing that sweet spot that made Natasha’s thighs tightened around your head.

“Such an obedient fucktoy,” Natasha seemed to mumble to herself more than you as she watched you fuck her with purpose, as though it was your sole mission. To be fair, that was about right. Natasha had continued to plague your thoughts in her absence. Images of her naked body beneath yours and the heavenly sound of her cumming played constantly through your days as you ached to have another fix of the redhead. And now you were getting it, you weren't about to make it quick. Though you were desperate to feel her cum, you took your time with the spy, wanting to make her orgasm all the better until she finally snapped and demanded it. You would never deny her.

You curled and pumped your fingers at a steady pace, slowing down everytime the redhead’s breathing became too erratic. You'd sooth her frustrations by flattening your tongue on her clit or sucking the throbbing bud gently. But Natasha wouldn't let you withhold from her for much longer.

“Come on, detka, show me how much you've missed me and make me cum. Mommy wants to soak your pretty face,” she told you with a short breath.

You took her in your mouth and pushed a third finger in with little resistance. The spy was wet enough to allow you to surpass her tightness and stretch her soft walls that clung to you. You thrust them fast, deep and with a perfect rhythm that had Natasha’s head spinning wildly.

“That's it…yes! Fuck,” Natasha moaned came, your name spilling over her lips as she gripped the back of your head and grinded herself on your mouth and fingers to ease herself down from her blinding high. Her grip remained tight when she steadied herself against the wall and gazed down at you with such a blissed expression that you couldn't help but flex your fingers inside her once more.

“Greedy thing,” Natasha tutted as she pushed you away. A whine escaped your lips before you could stop it and the redhead gave you a fake pout. She swiped at the wetness on your chin with her thumb and pushed it past your lips, watching with bemusement as you hummed.

“Go put on the harness and lay on the bed,” She told you as she took her thumb away. You scrambled to your feet at the idea and made a b-line for your chest of drawers. “And strip,” she added. You did as she said as quickly as you could, only turning around when you heard Natasha searching through your bedside drawer.

You lay down just as the spy retrieved her favourite dildo you owned, the maroon one that was on the larger size. You throbbed at the thought of getting to see her take it again and attached it swiftly as Natasha let her dress pool on the floor and climbed on top of you, a small smirk playing on her lip as she took in your form.

Her soft hands wandered down your exposed stomach several times, enjoying you shuddering under her touch. In moments like that, when everything she did felt so precise and controlled, you were reminded that you were in bed with a former assassin. She was ruthless and unimaginably deadly, and yet you wanted nothing more than to see her take your strap.

Natasha spat in her hand as she sat on your knee, letting you feel how wet she still was, and brought it down to the dildo to slowly spread it. Your breathing became shaky as you wanted on, feeling the base of the toy rub painfully against your clit.

“Fuck, mommy, let me fuck you. Please,” you begged as the friction built, though not being able to fuck the woman above you was what caused you the most distress.

“Soon, dove,” Natasha chuckled, getting onto her knees to hover over the toy. Your hands immediately fell to her hips but the redhead smacked them away. “Look, don't touch,” she chided.

“But-”

“Be good,” she warned and you fell silent, bunching up the duvet next to you instead.

You were caught in a trance the moment your cock grazed Natasha’s cunt, spreading her lips apart as she gripped the base and eventually sunk down on the head. You so badly wanted to help her take you, but you couldn't risk loosing what was to come.

“Making mommy feel so good,” Natasha mumbled as she lowered herself further on the toy, enthralled by the stretch to her soft walls that gripped you with might.

The redhead placed her hands behind her on your knees and in doing so greatly improved your view of her cunt swallowing your cock. You groaned at the mesmerising sight and could've sworn you could feel how she clenched around you with every inch she took until Natasha was fully seated on the toy you refused to use with anyone else.

The spy lifted herself halfway off of the toy before she was slamming herself down on it again. The motion shook you both and in an attempt to aid her pleasure, you brought your hands up to Natasha's chest and cupped her tits. The redhead managed to chuckles admist her breathy moans. “You just can't keep your hands to yourself,” she mused but made no effort to stop you, too engrossed in the feeling of the dildo working inside you.

“No, mommy,” you agreed blindly as you felt her nipples harden under your touch. Your thumbs drifted over them while Natasha steadily bounced herself above you, the occasional curse and gasped “yes” being uttered. She was a vision like that, using you for her own pleasure all while you laid back and watched her angelic features communicate the parade of sensations ablaze in her.

Once she was accustomed to the size and stretch had subsided, your cock reached Natasha’s depths with ease, seemingly stroking every minute nerve as it did and threatened to make the redhead buck under the pleasure. “Fuck me,” she hissed when her legs started to become numb.

You didn't need telling twice. You gripped Natasha’s hips with bruising relief and began thrusting your hips up to meet the pace the spy needed. “Oh god, that's it,” she confirmed, slouching forwards to rest her hands on your stomach to better support the sudden shift.

“Don't stop,” Natasha ordered with underlying desperation.

“Never,” you whined when her nails dug into your skin, imprinting half moons that would linger for several days. It only spurred you on as you guided Natasha’s frame into your own in a heated collision, one that you could never be allowed to control.

In a blur, Natasha’s trained hand wrapped itself around your throat and squeezed at the sides. You immediately felt the blood rush but it didn't defer your movements. Natasha beamed down at you as she watched your fight off your internal conflict ignited by your light-headedness.

“Don't stop,” she said, this time with a challenging tint. You accepted with a rushed nod and continued to pound the toy into the redhead. The moan it brought from her was nothing short of profane and made your entire body buss as though in a state of call and response.

“You're gonna make me cum like this,” she told you. “Gonna make mommy cum on your cock,” she said as she toppled forwards almost entirely flat against your front and moved her hips in a frantic grind.

“Please,” you begged as one hand grabbed her ass to push her deeper in.

“Fuck, y/n,” she groaned with a sharp cry, her grip around your throat tightening momentarily as she came. You saw white just as Natasha did and bathed in the euphoria that crashed over the older woman as she panted and moaned in your ear. Her muscles twitched as she came down from her orgasm and slowly rode your cock through it to sooth her pulsing cunt until she finally collapsed on top of you.

Barely a moment passed before Natasha peered over at you with dark eyes and a promising smirk. “You're gonna be the death of me,” you told her as you flipped your bodies over and grabbed your still attached hips together.

“I'm worth dying for,” she replied with a pleased smile.

*

Nat: I'll be over in 10. You glanced at the message on your phone and huffed to yourself. Natasha had added her number back to your phone when you had gone to get some water the last time she was over and you hadn't bothered to delete it again. You still had every intention of moving on from the spy, you just needed to figure out how.

Me: maybe I'm out rn. You replied.

Nat: funny. You huffed again and tossed your phone to the side, knowing your ittitance with the redhead wouldn't last once she had her hands on you.

You were right. The moment you were pushed back on the bed with the torturous spy following after you, being mad at her was the last thing on your mind. In fact, you were so enthralled by the feeling of her lips on yours that you didn't notice what her wandering hands held until the S.H.I.E.L.D issued handcuffs were secured around your wrists above your head. That was new.

Natasha looked down at you with a devilish grin and you knew that wasn't all she had planned. “You trust me, don't you?” She asked in a sickly sweet voice as she produced a blindfold. You stared at the black material as you nodded your head but Natasha tutted.

“Use your words, malysh,” she chided.

“Yes,” you breathed out. Natasha gave a low hum of approval and placed the soft fabric over your eyes and tied it at the back of your head. With your senses heightened, you almost jumped at the light kiss pressed to your cheek.

“I'll be right back,” she whispered against your ear. You shuddered and the bed creaked quietly as she got off but you didn't hear her leave and for a moment you wondered if she was still there, admiring your bare form as you listened out for her. There wasn't much point, of course. If the black widow didn't want to be heard, she wouldn't be.

It felt as though aeons passed before you felt the bed dip again. You turned your head in that direction on instinct, waiting for any indicator as to what the other woman was doing. She didn't say a word, giving you no warning when a sudden bitterly cold object was placed on your torso. You inhaled sharply and heard Natasha chuckled as she slid the object across you and left a wet trail. An ice cube. You would have laughed if you weren't so shocked, not taking her seriously when Natasha had mentioned it months ago.

“You're cute when you squirm,” Natasha commented. “Is it too cold for you, detka? You need something to warm you up?” She asked. You searched your brain for what she could possibly mean, clocking it just as you heard a lighter being flicked on for several seconds.

“I didn't think you were serious,” you admitted with an anxious laugh as you rightfully pictured the candle Natasha held above your naked body.

“Are you changing your mind?” She asked as she removed the ice cube and replaced it with her warm mouth. You gasped at the pleasantly wet feeling of Natasha’s tongue picking the water off of your torso. Fuck, you whised you could see her.

“No,” you managed to say.

“That's my good girl,” She smiled against your skin as she allowed the candle to burn and brought another ice cube to your stomach - lower this time. You jumped at the expected cold but didn't get a chance to shiver because Natasha was quick to leave open mouthed kisses across the chilled area.

Natasha revelled in your conflicted responses to her touches, admiring the way your body was entirely at her mercy to torment as she saw fit. After such a shit mission, she relished in that control.

Pulling the ice cube away from your sensitive skin, Natasha watched how your muscles tensed in expectation, but Natasha was anything but predictable and instead allowed a small bead of hot wax to dribble over you. You hissed once more though this time you pulled on the restraints around your wrists, only relaxing when the redhead locked a long strip of the wax off of your body.

“Mommy,” you whined, unable to tell if the heat from her mouth made it better or worse, all you knew was that it was exquisitely intense and unlike anything you had ever felt.

“You're taking it so well,” Natasha cooed as she kissed the valley between your breasts. At her words, you felt your already wet cunt clench. You tried to steady your breathing and focus on the striking heats but it was impossible to ignore the pulsing.

You had never let Natasha touch you before, the one trait she shared with everyone else you had been with. It wasn't like they never offered, you had just never been comfortable enough to let them. Natasha herself had asked countless times but you always shrugged her off. It didn't matter, you were a giver anyway. But with every round of alternating temperature patterns, it became harder to disregard your need.

“You're so wet,” Natasha noted as she pushed your thighs apart and kept you open, intending to focus on your thighs before she took in the sight of your soaked pussy. Her mouth watered as she watched you clench around nothing and she couldn't help but wonder how tight you were.

Just to add to your aching frustrations, Natasha spilled more wax across you, this time dripping down the inside of your thighs. Your moans were needier than Natasha had ever heard and it only spurred her on as she licked the wax off your skin and hummed at the scents of vanilla.

“Such a messy thing,” she chuckled. “Oh, detka, that looks painful,” she pouted as she saw your arousal had smeared to your thighs. “You need mommy to take care of that?” She asked, not expecting your response to be any different than usual.

“Yeah,” you whined. Natasha’s eyes widened.

“Yeah? Want me to take care of this pretty pussy?” She continued as her excitement grew.

“Please,” you whispered, your walls finally crumbling.

Natasha didn't waste another second, her mouth was on your cunt in an instant and you both gave a gluttonous moan at the contact. “Fuck,” you cried out as the redhead flattened her tongue and explored your cunt with a newfound vigour. Your thighs clasped around Natasha’s head and your hips seemed to develop their own free will as you desperately tried to grind against the source of your disorientating pleasure.

“God, you taste so good,” she mumbled against you before sinking her tongue inside. Her moans resonated through your entire body, vibrations brushing every nerve ending as she gripped your hips and forced you to stay still as she fucked you.

“Please,” you whined though you had no idea what you were pleading for. It was all so much. Natasha seemed to know what you needed and swiftly switched to sucking your clit in her mouth. You tugged on your restraints and arched your back sharply, core ablaze.

The spy examined you closely for everything that made your body shudder and cunt clench. It wasn't hard to figure out how highly responsive and sensitive you were. Poor thing, Natasha had thought as she sucked on your puffy lips as a momentary relief.

It didn't take long to work you up to your orgasm and Natasha was more than ready to give it to you. “It's alright, detka, cum for me,” she coaxed before sinking her tongue into your cunt and setting on the pace you needed from her.

“Gonne,” you whined as the pressure built and built until it was too much and you went spiralling over the edge, floating mid air until you tumbled back down. Natasha pulled the blindfold down just as you came and your eyes locked in that moment, watching each other become entirely enthralled by the other’s acts.

“Give me another,” she instructed clearly, something dark lurking behind her eyes.

You weren't sure you could until Natasha pushed two fingers into your tight cunt. You cried out as your already overworked nerves were pushed once more. But it ached so good, hurting in just the right way that you didn't want it to stop.

Natasha’s fingers thrust and curled inside you as you became a mess beneath her. She cooed sweet whispers of praise as she coaxed you through another orgasm, touching you in the ways she had always envisaged to see you come undone.

You came again with a silent gasp, your body too wrecked to have the strength for anything else. Natasha pumped her fingers steadily as she watched you and left kisses across your inner thigh to bring you back to her.

“Beautiful,” she commented as she withdrew her fingers and brought them up to her lips, staring at you with a satisfied smirk as she sucked on her digits. You watched her through hooded eyes, your frazzled brain trying to figure out how you were ever going to be able to part from the assassin.

“Mine,” she whispered as she kissed back up your chest, as though she knew what you were pondering. “Always mine.”

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[flowerandblood]

The Prince and The Fox (2)

[ modern! • Aemond x friend! • female ]

[ warnings: bullying, mention of sexual abuse, trauma ]

[ description: After the events of her childhood, despite her best efforts, her neighbor and the younger brother of her friend Helaena, Aemond, does not want to know her. This state lasts until a house party organized by his older brother, Aegon, during which an incident occurs that will change their relationship forever. Slow burn, angst, toxic ex-Alys, rough Aemond. This is several anon requests combined into one fic. ]

WARNING: The main plot between the characters takes place in high school. Yes, in high school. The belief that teenagers wait with an intimacy when they are in love in high school is ridiculous to me. Aemond and the character here are the same age. Don't ask me how old they are, in my country you are of the age of consent in your first year of high school and an adult in the last year of high school, so if it is more convenient for you, think about it that way and decide for yourself. In this story, I am not following the trail that they are magically friends right away, but how they become friends and what that even means. I'm writing this fic to give the perspective of young, lost people, not adult women who want to see exactly themselves in everything they read. If that's all you expect, this isn't the fic for you.

I don't want whining about this in my comments or asks. I will delete these and block you. You have been warned.

Aemond + Evans Series Moodboard

This is my first story that has its own playlist, but yes! Get in the mood! Story Music Playlist. Songs used in this chapter: Turn Your Back on me & The Lion's Mouth by Kajagoogoo and Welcome to the Jungle by Guns N' Roses.

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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That night she slept very badly. Her parents asked why she had come back so early and if she had enjoyed herself. She burst out crying, unaccustomed to lying, and told them what had happened.

Her father was furious, stormed out of the house and made her show him which boy had nagged and touched her. She begged him to let it go, Cregan had been away from the party for a long time, they had gone somewhere with friends.

Her father said he wouldn't leave it like that and demanded to speak to Aemond. The next morning she appeared, accompanied by her father, at their house, embarrassed, her father explaining what had happened. Their mother was shocked by what she had heard.

She, her father, Alicent, Aegon, Aemond and Helaena sat down in the living room to talk about it.

"What? God, I swear, Mum, I didn't know Cregan would do something like that!" Mumbled Aegon, shocked at what had happened, Helaena was distraught and sat beside her, stroking her hand. Aemond looked at her, some kind of understanding in his eyes.

He felt that she had done the right thing telling her parents about it.

"Aemond, my daughter told me that you stopped him and stood up for her. I am very grateful to you and I want to ask you, if his parents insisted that it was word against word, will you be able to confirm what she said?" Her father asked, and he nodded without hesitation, tightening his lips.

"Yes. It was exactly as she said. I heard him tell his mates at school during break that he was planning to fuck her here at the party." He said in shame, lowering his gaze, his mother shaking her head in disbelief, slapping her hands on her thighs in a gesture of helplessness and rage.

"And you kept silent?" She asked with disappointment and pain. He pressed his lips together and swallowed hard, overwhelmed apparently by remorse.

She felt her stomach tighten at the thought that he really hadn't meant to stop then, that he could have done something much worse to her.

Aemond lifted a gaze full of pain and shame at her.

"I-I thought he was just bragging to his mates and... I don't know, that you're into each other. That maybe you want this too. That he's actually a good guy and wouldn't do anything to you against your will. But when I saw your face when he started touching your thigh on the couch, that look of discomfort, I…" He said in a slightly trembling voice and paused, looking her straight in the eye.

She swallowed hard, understanding what he wanted to say.

He didn't expect it from him either.

She nodded, feeling warm in her heart nonetheless at the thought that he had followed them out to see if anything would happen to her.

If he would hurt her.

She covered her face with her hand, her father put his arm around her and stroked her tenderly.

"It's good that you spoke about it, sweetheart. You can't leave it like that." Alicent said, nodding her head. Suddenly she clapped her hands as if she remembered something.

"The cameras! Our security company keeps footage for 48 hours. We also have one in the garden in case of a break-in, why don't I call them and ask them to send us the video from yesterday? We'll check if we can see anything on it." She suggested, her father said it was an excellent idea.

She lowered her head, terrified that her father and others would be able to see it, that perhaps on the video it wouldn't look like sexual assault at all.

After all, she had hugged him herself.

They waited impatiently by Alicent's laptop, sitting down and glancing at her inbox, the security company employee who was in charge of her equipment said he would try to send her the footage within fifteen minutes.

They all flinched and moved closer as a new message appeared with a video file. She swallowed loudly, terrified, ashamed, feeling a tightening in her stomach and throat, afraid that it didn't look at all like she said it did, that everyone would think she was lying, that they would never believe her again.

She felt herself shaking, her knee moving up and down in an involuntary tic. She shuddered when she heard someone put a chair next to her, Aemond sat down touching her with his knees and shoulders, placing his elbows on the table, leaning over the monitor.

"It was about ten o'clock at night, Mum. I remember because by the time I left the clock was striking the hour in the living room." He said lowly, and Alicent quickly ran the cursor to that hour and turned on the accelerator a few times.

"Oh okay, mum, it's them, I can see Cregan!" Said Aegon, leaning between them, turning off the acceleration. Alicent pressed the spacebar, stopping the video.

"Do you want everyone to watch this?" She asked her quietly. She looked around and thought, in essence, that she recognised that these were people she trusted, who she hoped cared about her.

She nodded, swallowing hard.

Alicent pressed play.

The camera was up high and part of the bench was obscured by the canopy, their faces not visible. She saw them sit down, saw his arm around her, stroking her hand for a moment. She felt a cold sweat on her back as she saw his fingers lift higher and higher, heard Aegon and his mother draw in a loud breath as his hand slid under her dress.

Her father covered his mouth, heartbroken when he saw her hand immediately clamp down on his wrist in a clear gesture of defence, her whole body tense, it was obvious she was trying to pull away, to push back, to escape, and instead of letting her go he pressed her tighter against him.

She felt tears under her eyelids and lowered her head, not knowing where to look, she felt Aemond press his body closer to hers, felt his breath on the top of her head, felt him looking at her.

"− Jesus −" Muttered Aegon in disbelief, running a hand over his face. "− fucking piece of shit −"

Then they could already see Cregan and Aemond struggling with each other, her sitting down on the grass and crying, Aemond crouching down beside her and putting his arms around her, saying something to her.

The footage had no sound, but what could be seen on it was enough to clearly understand what had happened.

Her father got up and said he needed to get some air for a while and smoke a cigarette. Alicent followed him out, apparently wanting to work out what they were going to do, whether to report it to the police or not.

She felt Helaena's warm embrace, felt her lay her head on her shoulder and hugged her immediately, Aegon and Aemond looked at them in silence.

"− I'm sorry − fuck − if I had known, I would never have invited him! − I saw you two cuddling on the couch in the living room, but God, I thought you two were just in love − that, I don't know, you're together, just unofficially yet −" He mumbled, and she swallowed loudly, rubbing her eyes, trying to pull herself together.

"− please, Aegon − it's not your fault − you didn't do anything wrong − don't worry, I won't tell anyone about the alcohol −" She said quietly, tiredly, and he sighed heavily, scratching his head, clearly distraught that something like this had happened at his own party.

Aemond said nothing, fiddling with his mug of already half-cold coffee, it seemed to her that he hadn't slept well that night either.

Her father had decided that they would drive with this recording to his parents.

She was horrified.

"I will go with you." Aemond said, and her father nodded.

They drove there together in their car with Alicent's laptop. They sat side by side in the back seat, she saw that he was pulling at the cuticles around his fingernails again, she noticed with pain that he had actual wounds around them.

When he saw in the reflection in the window that she was looking at him he stopped immediately and swallowed loudly, lowering his gaze.

He was stressed too.

When they arrived a surprised Mrs Stark opened the door for them, asking who they were and what had happened.

"I would like to talk to you about your son."

She, Aemond and her father sat on the couch on one side and Cregan and his parents on the other as her father played them the video. Cregan was pale, sitting with his arms folded, feigning indifference, his knee shaking restlessly, he was biting his lower lip, his eyes red.

He was terrified.

His mother made big eyes when she saw the moment he slipped his hand under her dress and looked at him with disbelief mixed with pain. His father snorted, shrugging his shoulders.

"And what, are you going to go to the police? Destroy a young boy's life because he made a mistake, because his hormones are raging?" He asked as if it was a trivial matter, a complete nothing. She felt the rage surge in her father.

"Because of your son's hormones, he can act like a mindless monkey and grope girls who don't want him to?" He hissed, his father raising his eyebrows, pointing at her with his hand.

"Please, forgive me, but from what I can see in this video your daughter was pushing herself into his arms, after all he could have misunderstood her…"

"Mark." Said his wife, clearly not believing what she was hearing, pale.

Her father stood up, pointing his finger at her.

"My child came home crying because someone molested her. He only stopped because her classmate went out into the garden. And what would your son do if no one helped her, hm? How long would he hold her while she tried to break free?" He thundered furiously on the verge of tears, she had never seen him like this before.

She just sat on the couch, looking at her shoes, shaking all over, feeling that her biggest nightmare had just taken place in front of her eyes.

Please, forgive me, but from what I can see in this video your daughter was pushing herself into his arms.

Mr Stark raised his hands in a defensive gesture as if to show that his aim was not to argue or escalate the conflict.

"I admit, my son acted unwisely. He misread the girl's signals and behaved badly. We will be watching him more closely in this area. Is that all?" He asked, and her father closed the laptop with a loud slam and growled to them that they were leaving.

She stood up and cast one last look in Cregan's direction, he was looking at her with a hatred she had never seen in her life before.

She burst into sobs as soon as they got into the car, her father comforting her loudly telling her not to cry, that they were driving to the police station.

"No, no, please, no!" She whimpered, leaning forward, grabbing his arm, her father looked at her in the mirror.

"What?"

"I can't do it, I can't do it anymore. I… stop, I think I'm going to throw up." She mumbled, her father stopped with a squeal of tyres. She got out and immediately vomited on the grass, coughing and crying, feeling her stomach convulse in pain.

She heard them both get out of the car, her father put his arms around her saying that everything would be fine, Aemond stood beside them not knowing what to do with himself, not knowing how to behave.

The next few days at school were extremely difficult for her. Some of her friends and acquaintances were shocked and horrified, giving her their complete support and understanding, saying they were disappointed by Cregan's behaviour.

However, others thought that she was simply lying.

"Attention whore." One of his friends growled, hitting her on the shoulder with his arm as he walked past her.

She saw that someone had scratched the word 'liar' on her locker standing in the corridor. She looked at it indifferently, then opened it as if nothing had happened and exchanged the books she needed with the ones she could put away.

This time he was the one looking at her.

She felt his gaze on her back in the classroom, in the corridor, as she sat at the bus stop looking at her shoes.

For some reason, even though she was alive and everything was going on, she felt dead.

She couldn't erase his touch from her mind.

She sat on the bus in total reverie, occupying the seat at the back by the window, sitting in her earphones, listening recently to nothing but Kajagoogoo songs, 'Too shy', 'Turn Your Back On Me', 'Ooh to Be Ah', 'The Lion's Mouth' looped on her player.

Their electronic sound and the wonderful bass guitar in the background energised her when she had no strength and couldn't rouse herself.

She had just listened to 'Turn Your Back On Me' for the second time since the morning when she felt someone sit down next to her.

She glanced to the side and spotted a black sweatshirt, familiar hands clicking something on his phone, apparently pausing the song he had just listened to on his player, she saw that it was 'Welcome to the Jungle' by Guns N' Roses. She pulled down one earpiece, looking at him in surprise.

"What are you listening to?" He asked, pulling on the cord of his black earphones, which dropped gently onto his lap with a quiet click.

She handed him her earphone, which he took from her, placing it in his left ear, moving a little closer to her so that there was enough cable for both of them. He mused, listening.

"Interesting." He muttered lowly, glancing at her player.

"Kajagoogoo." She said quietly, going into the track list so he could see what their songs were called.

"Nice bass." He admitted, as if surprised by this discovery himself. She nodded and closed her eyes, resting her temple against the glass, just sinking into the sound of the music.

He listened to the songs of her favourite band with her until they reached the school.

When the bus stopped he handed her back her earpiece, their hands touched. They looked at each other, for the first time so closely. He picked up his backpack and rose, trying not to hit his head on the low ceiling and walked out in front of her, no longer paying attention to her.

She walked through the corridor of her school listening to "The Lion's Mouth", trying not to pay attention to whether anyone was looking at her or not, focusing on the words of the song, staring blankly ahead.

Hey fool watch out! (Watch out) You'll get mauled by the lion's mouth -

Hey fool watch out! (Watch out) You'll get mauled by the lion's mouth (I don't think so) -

Hey fool watch out! (Watch out) You'll get mauled by the lion's mouth -

The music suddenly stopped when someone tripped her up. She wobbled and fell over, collapsing on the floor, her earphones falling out of her ears. She lifted herself up on her arms and turned over her shoulder, noticing Cregan's hateful stare.

A moment later, several things happened at the same time. Aemond who threw him to the floor, pounding his face with his fist, holding his sweatshirt, growling that he was a fucking piece of shit, a mere abuser, a nobody, a zero.

His colleagues and teachers had to separate them, Cregan spat blood on the floor.

She felt someone grab her shoulders, Helaena stood over her, looking at her in horror.

"Are you all right?"

She sat in her classroom terrified, glancing anxiously over her shoulder at the empty seat in the bench he sat in, knowing that he and Cregan had ended up at the headmaster's office.

That he was in trouble because of her, that he could be suspended because of her.

She shuddered when she heard the sound of the door opening and saw him step inside, the teacher paused his reasoning for a moment and grunted, returning to the subject of the lesson.

Aemond walked over to his bench without a word, not looking at her, and sat down in his chair, pulling off his backpack, taking out his textbooks and notebook, giving her one calm look.

She pulled her phone quickly from her sweatshirt pocket, reminding herself that she had his phone number, and quickly texted him.

She heard his phone vibrate on his bench. She sat looking ahead, feeling her heart pounding hard.

After a moment, the display of her phone lying on her thighs lit up and she saw that she had received a new message. She opened it quickly, feeling a tightness in her throat.

She turned towards him over her shoulder, his lips curving into a grin. She smiled gratefully at him and breathed quietly, turning ahead, trying to finally focus on what her teacher was talking about.

Boarding the bus after class, she dared to sit next to him. They looked at each other, he watched as she untangled her earphones and plugged them into her phone. She saw him pull his own off and pause his player.

"Are you going to listen to that band with weird name again?" He asked lowly and she nodded, smiling at him.

He held out his hand to her and she handed him her earpiece, this time with her left hand, turning on 'The Lion's Mouth'.

"This is my favourite." She admitted with a smile, feeling calm for some reason, her stomach filled with warmth.

"Mmm." He hummed, their elbows resting against each other lying on their armrest, however neither of them seemed to mind.

She understood then.

The Little Prince took a step towards the Fox of his free will.

She smiled under her breath.

He wanted her to tame him.

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How To Not Welcome The New Year (COD)

(COD! Characters x Gn! Reader)

MDNI

W: Angst, Break up, Injuries, Silly (See its not that sad), Misunderstandings, Touchy, (König, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Price)

König

He's such a wreck emotionally when you're not around.

He knows how to compose himself, he's not an angry teenager anymore but he struggles.

He struggles knowing that he might not make it home to you.

He's scared that he'll make a promise that he wouldn't be able to keep.

He tried his best to stay in touch when deployed but it was hard.

When he finally got to be with you he would get overwhelmed with joy and cry in your arms.

This new year, he tried to get the time off to be there with you.

He was denied leave but it didn't deter him from trying to spend time with you.

He finished his assignments, brought his dinner to his barracks, and immediately called you.

He took off his hood and cleaned his face up just before you answered the call.

His eyeblack was smudged but it didn't matter.

He got to see you and enjoy his dinner while you talked about what you had done for the day.

He promised he would find a way to get leave soon to be with you.

He didn't want to spend any more time away from you.

Ghost

He's... hard to get out of his shell.

You can count on your hand how many times you've gotten him to open up to you in the entirety of your relationship.

It was hard to get him to talk about his family and you understood that. The only thing you wished he'd do was let you comfort him or at least be someone of trust when it came to his inner thoughts and feelings.

He was put on leave after an injury and even though he didn't plan it, he got you to stay over at his place while he was on leave.

You were comforting, to say the least.

You helped him redress his injury and you made sure to remind him to eat.

You let him use you as a personal pillow and it felt nice to be looked after.

He liked sharing his space with you.

When the fireworks outside began to explode in the air, all he could think of was how much he wanted to spend many more years with you.

But he said nothing. He just laid on your lap while you both watched something on the television that you convinced him to buy.

He couldn't promise you more years and he couldn't promise himself any kind of hope.

Soap

He loved you, at least that is what he would say to you.

You knew that distance would make the relationship hard to maintain.

He promised you that he was still happy with you but he didn't call often or texted.

When he got leave to spend New Year's with you he spent most of it on his phone.

You left to get last minute things for the dinner you were making and when you came back you caught him kissing a woman who you've never seen before.

He panicked when he saw you and asked you to let him explain.

You told him you didn't want to hear it and told him you would come get your things some other day.

He made the girl leave and started thinking about what to do.

He tried to find a way to justify himself but he knew it was wrong.

He tried calling you but he was blocked. He tried calling some of your friends, family, and anyone who you might know.

He's sorry and no amount of apologising will change what he did.

He doesn't know why he threw you away.

Gaz

He's great to talk to and he takes your concerns seriously but he also dismisses some of your insecurities.

He doesn't mean to be malicious. He just doesn't understand why you're insecure.

You're his everything and because of that, it makes no sense that you feel weird about some of your features or things you like.

He got you both outfits for the New Year's Eve party his family was hosting and he really thought you would be happy about it.

You were but you also looked uncomfortable wearing what he got you.

He asked what was wrong and when you answered that you felt the insecure cause of the outfit he couldn't help but let out a groan.

He whined and asked why. You looked great, you looked so fucking good and he didn't get it.

He told you that you looked fine and didn't speak to you after.

You just sat in his family living room watching as he and his family celebrated the new year.

Price

He likes to touch you a lot and it's kind of embarrassing at times.

He forgets that you two aren't alone so his hand will find its way into your pants or up your shirt.

You don't dislike the physical affection. It's nice to know he wants you but it's also so irritating to have to swat his hands away when hosting.

For New Year's, you and Price decided to host 141.

He was smoking his favorite cigars while the boys ate and drank.

He slowly began pushing his hand under your shirt as you sat next to him.

It was cold but comforting.

You felt your face heat up as he continued to move his hand over your body.

You swatted his hand away and told him to control himself.

He laughed and rolled his eyes at you before puffing out smoke and giving you the wettest kiss imaginable.

You pushed him away as the rest of the 141 started whistling at you both.

You told him he would no longer be getting a New Year's kiss.

He gagged as he took a drag from his cigar and the boys began laughing at his expense.

#konig x reader #ghost x reader #soap x reader #gaz x reader #price x reader #cod #mw2 #mw3 #mw #modern warfare #cod modern warfare #konig mw2 #ghost mw2 #soap mw2 #gaz mw2 #price mw2 #call of duty

[colbyskies]

Obsess Over Me

4.8K words Bill Kaulitz x Male Reader Bill confesses his feelings for his bandmate, sick of watching the way he touches a bunch of groupies the way he wishes he would touch him. After a night of clubbing, he asks M/n to take him to his hotel room, not able to hold himself back anymore.

It is their last show of the tour and thankfully David has granted them a few weeks of vacation to cool down and party. That starts tonight. No photoshoots, no interviews, no meet and greets or talk shows, they’re done for a couple months. They love the show business, but it gets overwhelming when you’re playing show after show after show with hardly any time to yourself. It’s exhausting, so any break, even if it’s two days, is taken like a one way ticket to paradise. 

The second the show ends and all the equipment is packed away, the five boys pack into the car and drive to the nearest club. They want to have some fun before they have to fly back home in a couple days. M/n is driving with Bill in the front seat and three other eager boys in the back. 

All the windows are open, the band preferring natural air over the AC while driving down the empty roads. Bill's dreads fly around his face in the wind, locks of black and white blocking his vision, yet he doesn’t care. He revels in the feeling of the cool air on his warm skin, still high on adrenaline and hot from the stage lights from the show. His fingers dance on the edge of the door where the window would be, watching the way the wind pushes his hand as he lays his head against the headrest, his eyes closed taking in the moment. 

M/n occasionally glances over to the singer at a red light or a stop, watching as the street lights or headlights from other cars brighten his complexion. Bill is beautiful, his makeup skills are something M/n admires, people always think Bill is weird for wearing makeup as a guy but M/n loves it. His skill with a makeup brush is something the other has never seen before, his style, and his hair. Out of all the time he’s known Bill, the way he looks right now has to be what M/n would consider his most beautiful style. 

The boys in the back seat are loud, either loudly singing with the music playing as background noise through the radio or excitedly talking over each other about plans for their vacation. Over the years M/n has grown used to the sound, he wouldn't trade it for the world. He loves the way that despite being around each other practically 24/7 there is still so much they can talk about. It is almost endearing how much they have to say to each other. 

It only took a few more minutes before M/n pulled into the parking lot for the club they all agreed upon. Taking one more look towards Bill, who is now looking back at him, he shuts the car off and steps out onto the pavement. He throws the keys to the car filled with their bodyguards who were forced to follow, knowing none of the band would be able to drive themselves home by the end of the night. He doesn’t know why he looked at Bill, but something made me want to. Made him want to memorize the way Bill looked in that moment. 

As soon as they step into the bar, they head towards a closed off booth in the corner of the club prepared for them. The venue knowing they were coming beforehand thanks to a call from their manager, something he did good for once. They love the fame but at the same time it has its downsides, like having to check over your shoulder every time you go out and watch for stalkers or paparazzi. Something they have all had their fair share of. 

They settle into the round booth, Georg going to get rounds for the whole table, some beer and shots go around bringing them to the brink of tipsy. Starting off the night to a good start. They make simple conversation with each other, talking about the tour and how the show went, any annoying things that happened. That section is mainly filled with complaints about David. 

Once all their minds are fuzzy, they leave the table looking for something—someone—to entertain them for the time they’re at the club. Each of them choose carefully who they want to bring back to the table, not necessarily picky, but wanting good options. Bill’s the only one who stays behind this time, telling the rest of the group he’s not in the mood. None of them think anything of it since it isn't the first time. Bill tends to leave himself out of the groupie party, occasionally dipping into fulfilling their fantasies of sleeping with a celebrity, but not as often as the others. To him, it doesn’t serve him the same purpose. He isn’t into having casual sex with random people he finds in a crowd or toying with the heart of a fan. He wants something more permanent and yeah every once in a while he might go out of his comfort zone, but tonight he has someone else on his mind. 

Tom usually takes the longest finding someone to spend the evening with, wanting someone he’s really attracted to. Someone not too loud, but talkative enough to hold conversation, not too dressed, but covered. Tom loves removing their clothes for them, it is his favourite part of the night as he has explained to the band many times in great detail. Slowly stripping the girl he’s with of her clothes as she whimpers for him to quicken his pace. He is a tease and he knows how much it drives every girl that has the opportunity to be under him insane. 

M/n is slightly picky as well, usually sticking to someone who has black hair, beautifully done black eye makeup, and dresses in tight clothes that hug each curve perfectly. Yet he tends to always ignore the fact that the majority of girls he brings back to his hotel room or into his bed look strikingly similar to his stunning singer.

As they take more shots and get more drunk with the girls and each other, they get more touchy. Moving from occasional light kisses on cheeks or lips, to collarbones or the parts of breasts exposed in their shirts. It always takes M/n a bit longer than the rest to get to the point where he's touching every part of her. Almost like he’s waiting for everyone else to be preoccupied before he starts to play his game. He takes pride in the way he can unravel anyone with just his eyes. Always waiting until the girl is practically begging him to touch her, watching as she eyes the rest of the guys, envious of what they’re doing with the girls they brought back to their little booth in the corner. 

Only then will he indulge in her desires. Starting at her lips, pressing his firmly against hers as he holds tightly onto the small of her waist, dragging small moans from the back of her throat. This time though he feels sharp eyes on him and he knows exactly who they belong to. He feels the others stare quite often when he decides he doesn’t want a girl's company like the rest of the band, instead watching as M/n brainwashes the girl at his disposal. M/n loves it, he loves the way Bill studies him.

Then he moves down her neck. Pushing her head softly with the tips of his fingers trailing gentle teasing kisses down the column of her neck, sucking once he reaches her clavicle. This always has the girl a whimpering mess, knowing that he's not giving them everything she wants, just the bare minimum of what they could have drives them through the roof. Though he is surprised to hear a muffled more boyish moan a little ways away from him. Deducting it to one of the others occupied with the woman they brought back he resists the urge to open his eyes to actually check. 

Continuing down the girl's chest, he reaches the top of her breasts, leaving feather-like kisses as he pushes her shirt further down wanting more access. As soon as she realizes what he wants, she helps him remove her breasts from their captivity, letting out the one closest to his mouth. Bill will never understand how someone could do something like this in the open. Let themselves be completely controlled in the public eye where anyone can see what they’re doing. 

M/n opens his eyes to look around the table, seeing the rest of the boys in a similar position as he is. Only to find Bill, who doesn't have a groupie wrapped around his finger, staring directly at him, one of his hands lost somewhere under the table, a blissful look on his face. M/n smirks, staring back at him before putting the girl's nipple in his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the bud like he would do if he were giving a blow job something he has done quite a few times. He hears the same groan he heard earlier and instantly connects the dots. Bill is turned on from watching M/n tease this poor girl and he's palming himself in his jeans as he watches. What a voyeur. 

He trails his kisses back up to the girls neck, now focussing on her collarbones. He loves Bill’s collarbones. The thought hits him suddenly, almost causing him to stop the motion of his mouth on the girl's beautifully pale skin. Skin that is a very similar colour to Bills. He moves his hand to the girl's inner thigh, teasing the sensitive skin with light touches that make her instinctively spread her legs. 

M/n watches as Bill bites his lips to suppress another moan, the singer imagining that it’s him M/n is playing with. His cock twitching at the idea of M/n’s hands all over him, controlling him, worshipping him, instead of some random groupie pulled from the crowd. The girl moans quite loud at the hidden actions of M/n’s hand under the table and Bill knows exactly what he’s doing. He snaps out of his fixation and gets up from the table, desperately needing a drink to forget everything he just did and will his dick to soften in his pants before he confesses to something he's not ready for. 

M/n doesn’t follow him, thank god, he doesn’t know what he would do to explain what just happened. Did M/n find it weird? But he watched him the entire time too, what does that mean? Anxious thoughts rush through Bill's head as he approaches the bar, ordering himself the strongest drink on the menu. 

He is only there for a few minutes before he feels a familiar presence next to him. “Why’d you leave?” The voice deep next to his ear almost makes him whimper at the feeling of warm breath fanning against the side of his neck. Unfortunately the music is so loud that they have to be close together in order to hear each other. Any other day Bill would be swooning at their proximity but right now he’s scared for M/n’s reaction of Bill’s actions. 

“Needed a drink,” he responds, he knows that M/n doesn’t buy it from the way he raises his eyebrow at him, but thankfully he doesn’t push. Bill is still hard and lusting after the other, trying his hardest to will away his thoughts, but he can’t stop from examining M/n.

The way his lips move so close to Bill’s face every time he talks to him, Bill would be lying if he said he is paying any attention to the words falling from his sinful mouth. Only imagining how his lips would feel pressing into his body, leaving him a mess beneath him. When M/n moves to take another sip from the drink in his hand Bill can’t help but watch the muscles in his arm flex with each movement, arms his wish would trap him against a bed. Or the way his eyes grow dark with lust when he talks about some groupie he fucked during their tour. 

God does Bill wish he would look at him like that. He wants the other to treat him like a groupie, throw him around in the bedroom then toss him out the next morning. He wants him to use him, but not just once and that’s one of the reasons Bill doesn’t advance on his desires. Bill wants him to be the only one M/n uses, that requires commitment. Commitment he fears M/n doesn’t have or isn’t ready for. He moves closer to M/n, pretending to not be able to hear another story from the tour, something he and Tom had done together. 

Bill shuts him up before grabbing his hand and dragging M/n to the face floor. The other following eagerly behind wanting Bill as much as the other wants him. Neither of them are in control of their actions, the drunken fog covering any rational part of their mind telling them not to. No one would care to notice two boys dancing on the floor drunk out of their minds in a cluster of people and if they did they’d think Bill is a girl. 

The two dance sensually, M/n occasionally grabbing a girl to dance with. Dancing behind her, her hands in his hair, and his lips attached to her neck, watching Bill as he kisses and sucks on her clavicle. His hands move up and down her sides, revelling in the way Bill watches his every move, from the way his hands trail to her breasts squeezing them to the way he buries his face in the girl's neck. He does this both to arouse Bill and to piss him off, M/n wanting nothing more than Bill to take what he wants. 

As soon as he’s done teasing Bill with another girl, Bill decides to be bold. He trips over his words, not out of nerves, but from the fog in his head. No rational side of himself holding him back from grabbing the back of M/n’s neck to put his lips right next to his ear. 

“Take me to your room,” he tries to whisper huskily, yet his voice fails him, coming out desperate and needy instead. M/n groans in response, holding himself back from jutting his hips into Bills. They can dance, but they can’t go further than that in the public eye, they both know it despite their drunk minds. 

“Go get the car,” M/n tells Bill, there’s no argument as Bill goes to do what he told him to. Walking outside he finds the car full of bodyguards and asks one of them to drive them back to the hotel. To which he groans but compiles, stepping out of the car and into the other the band took to the club. 

In the club, M/n tells the rest of the boys that he and Bill are heading back to the hotel getting a teasing comment about them being too pussy to stay from each of them. M/n snickers at them before heading out to the car knowing that what he’ll be getting tonight is far better than what any of them will be getting. 

The car ride back couldn’t be any longer, both of them desperate to lay their hands on each other. Their hard cock throb in the confinements of their jeans begging to be touched. It is almost torture, not being able to knowing that the bodyguard in the front seat can see their every move. As soon as they get to the hotel, the both of them run though the lobby, impatiently running up the stairs to the floor they’re staying on, and throwing themselves at M/n’s door. 

“Fuck.” M/n struggles to slip the key into the slot to open the door, his hands shaking with excitement. Of course Bill’s hands rubbing themselves along his shoulders and down his back until they’re pressing into his waist doesn’t help his focus. 

Finally he unlocks the door, getting the both of them inside before making sure all the locks are secured. It’s risky to do this, they both know that just as they both know that their manager has a key to their room and could get in at any time he wants. 

“Come on,” Bill whines at M/n’s slight hesitation, pulling him by his belt towards the bed. He presses his lips firmly on the others, “fuck me.” M/n brings his gaze to Bill's face, the look in his eyes anything but the innocent persona he puts on for the cameras. His cock throbs and he groans at the thought of fucking Bill hard into the mattress. His brain quickly generating images of Bill desperately moaning under him and begging him to fuck him harder.

He pushes Bill back until his knees hit the edge of the bed causing him to fall on his back, his white and black dreads sprawling out around his head like a halo. Bill is an angel. Neither of them have ever craved anyone so much in their lives. Bill sits up and starts to pull on the hem of M/n’s shirt, before easing it over his body in one swift motion. M/n returns the favour pulling off Bill's tight clothes, sticking to his body slightly from sweating while they danced. M/n presses himself into Bill, their warm chests touching as they kiss. 

Bill is still sitting at the end of the bed with M/n standing in front of him, both of his hands on Bill, one in his hair and the other on his neck. Both of Bill’s hands rest right above M/n’s hips, grabbing onto the flesh that resides just on the edge of his waist. M/n pushes Bill onto his back, guiding him further up the bed until his head is resting on the pillows. 

He kisses him roughly, Bill's lips smooth just like he expected them to be. Bill deepens the kiss forcing his tongue into M/n’s mouth, trying to take control. M/n moans at the taste of the other, vodka, cigarettes, and vanilla lip balm, a taste he’ll soon grow addicted to. 

Bill grows desperate, pulling M/n closer to him by his back. Whimpering into the kiss as it becomes more sloppy and breathy. His breathing is erratic, but he doesn’t want to pull away for air, wanting to feel M/n against him until his lungs forget to breathe. 

He doesn’t need to since M/n takes his opportunity to trail kisses down Bill’s neck the same way he did to those girls earlier. Teasing Bill in way’s he’s never been teased before, turning him inside out. His stomach flips the further M/n goes, the muscles in his abdomen flexing once he reaches right above his belly button. He kisses around it, like it’s sacred feeling the way Bill's stomach turns against his lips. M/n trails further, right above Bill’s hip where his star tattoo is. A tattoo M/n has always loved, he presses rough kisses to it, biting and licking the skin, leaving a purple mark in his wake. Bill is moaning desperately, rocking his hips into the other wanting nothing more than him to touch him. He’s never been so desperate for someone before. 

M/n comes back to Bill’s lips, diving into his mouth hungrily. His back arches off the bed, thrusting his hips into M/n’s moaning loudly at the contact he created. Bill digs his manicured nails into the others ribs needing more. 

“Please…I need you so fucking bad..take me M/n.” All of his words slur together this time not from drunk fog, but from the dizziness M/n makes him feel. The way his heart pounds out of his chest as M/n caresses his sides the further down he traces his body in kisses. Remembering each of his curves, freckles, or scars. M/n thought his body to be perfect. 

“You’re so beautiful, baby. Let me take my time,” M/n mumbles against his skin, the vibrations of his voice on his lower stomach causing him to moan the sensation hitting his dick at a perfect angle. 

“Look at you.” M/n pulls away from Bill’s body, the singer whining at the loss of contact. “All desperate underneath me like the beautiful slut you are. You want me so fucking bad dont you, baby.” Bill whimpers, squirming under M/n’s gaze, wanting nothing more than him to just touch him. To press his hands onto his dick and stroke him. His head is lulled back into the pillows, his eyes only slightly open, the length of his lashes making it almost impossible to see the boy controlling him. “Use your words, baby. Let me hear everything your slutty mind wants me to do to you.” Each degrading phrase sends a wave of pleasure through Bill. 

Whining Bill responds, “Fuck M/n. Touch me everywhere. Unravel me. Use me. I don't care, please, I just need you to touch every part of me.” M/n groans at Bill's filthy words, removing his pants and boxers quickly so he can aid Bill in removing his as well. 

M/n touches Bill just as he asked. Holding his cock in his hand, he runs his thumb over the head, Bill flinches with a moan, the feeling almost overstimulating. M/n continues to stroke the singer, loving the way his voice sounds like he’s singing with each noise he makes. 

He kisses Bill’s chest as he strokes him. He takes Bill's pierced nipple into his mouth, tugging on the metal loop dragging loud moans from the dread head. Bill’s hands find his hair, holding him firmly against his chest, wanting to feel more of his tongue and lips. M/n nips the area leaving it swollen and purple against Bill’s vampire-like skin, he wants to mark every part of Bill’s body. He wants everyone to know that he did this to him, the Bill is his. 

M/n’s cock leaks precome, needing Bill just as Bill needs him. He reaches under one of his pillows and pulls out the bottle of lube he put under there. His fingers trail to Bill’s thighs touching him so softly that it almost tickles, just as he did to the girl earlier. Bill now knows exactly why they like it so much, he spreads his legs just as the other wanted. 

M/n lathers up his fingers before pressing into Bill, leaving kisses on his thighs as he stretches him. It is uncomfortable at first, but soon Bill falls into the pace M/n started, loving the way his fingers slide in and out of his body. Suddenly, M/n curls his fingers and hits a spot in Bill that causes him to moan louder than he ever thought was possible. His breathing grows heavier as M/n works him open, the kisses on his thighs doing little to help bring him away from his orgasm. 

“Ahh.. M/n…if you keep going I'm gonna come already..” As if he doesn’t hear him, M/n continues, sticking a third finger into Bill and stucking harder on Bill's sensitive thighs. Leaving marks everywhere his lips touch. “Ahh~” Bill moans as M/n curls his fingers into his prostate once more. Not being able to hold himself back anymore, he comes all over his stomach for the first time that night. 

M/n removes his fingers, licking some of Bill’s come off his stomach before moving up on the bed to kiss Bill who’s riding out his orgasm. Bill tastes himself on M/n’s lips. His legs continue to shake as he tells M/n he needs him, that he wants him to fill him up. “Anything for you my beautiful angel.” M/n whispers against Bill’s slightly parted mouth, kissing him harder than he has that night and pressing his cock into him. 

Bill is overstimulated, the feeling of M/n pushing into him right after he came bringing him close to the edge once again. It’s too much but at the same time it's perfect. He has to hold back a pained groan as M/n reaches a spot with his cock that his fingers couldn’t. 

As soon as he’s fully inside of Bill, he waits for him to adjust to the feeling. He rubs circles into his hips, pushing his thumb into his star tattoo every so often eliciting a soft moan from the other. 

“You can move now,” Bill whimpers, starting to grind his hips on M/n’s cock pulling a groan from the male above him. They rock at a rough pace, fast and desperate. M/n hangs over Bill, so close every part of them is touching. Bill holds onto M/n tightly, feeling his cock slide in and out of him grazing against his prostate with every thrust, igniting a fire within his lower stomach but not enough to send him over the edge. 

M/n traps him against the sheets of his mattress with his muscly arms just as the singer imagined, his sweat beading at his forehead as he dives further into Bill. He kisses him again, pushing him further into the bed as his kisses grow sloppy getting closer to his climax. 

“I’m close,” Bill warns with a moan, digging his fingers further into M/n’s shoulders, the heat in his stomach growing with each thrust. “Me too, baby,” M/n says breathlessly into his neck, starting to bite and leave bruises on his skin. With each bite and each thrust, so rough, the fire spread from his stomach to his groin sending Bill over the edge. His legs start to shake again and he no longer has the strength to hold them around M/n’s waist. 

He comes over both of their stomachs, M/n using him to chase his own orgasm. Using him until his body is convulsing from the overstimulation and assault on his prostate. He whimpers and moans pulling M/n closer despite the pressure, clenching around M/n’s cock and bringing him to his climax.

M/n falls on top of Bill, both of them huffing out of exhaustion. Soon M/n rolls off the singer, slowly pulling out of Bill some of his come follow the path of his cock, leaving Bill to whimper at the sensation. He rests a bit before getting up to get a wet cloth to clean up the both of them and give Bill a glass of water.

“Thank you,” Bill says as he sits up to take the glass, flinching slightly at the pain in his lower back. His voice is rough from the noises he made and from the long show they had just a couple hours prior before. 

“Of course, baby.” M/n kisses Bill’s forehead before sitting next to him on the bed. “There is no way our neighbours didn’t hear us.” Bill mumbles, blushing, embarrassed at that fact. Thanking every god that no one from the band is rooming next to them, especially thankful that it’s not Tom knowing for sure he would tease him any chance he got. Also it’s kind of just gross hearing your sibling having sex. “You are very vocal.” M/n teases the singer, pressing his lips to the curve of his neck, Bill moving his head slightly to the side to offer him more access. Bill blushes again knowing that he is quite vocal and not only when it comes to sex. 

“Well, they’ll know you’re mine then.” M/n whispers possessively against the singer's neck before moving to kiss his lips, this time the kiss is soft unlike their ones before. Bill can feel the way M/n’s lips fit on his perfectly. 

“I’ve been wanting you for so long,” Bill confesses, pulling away from the kiss. “I know.” Bill's eyes blow wide. Has he really been that obvious? “I’ve been wanting you for a very long time Bill, you are gorgeous, how could I not?” Bill chuckles lightly, putting the glass on the nightstand and laying down under the covers now a ruined mess from their activities. M/n follows, spooning Bill from behind. 

“Goodnight, beautiful.” M/n kisses the top of his shoulder. “Goodnight, baby,” Bill whispers back lazily, already falling asleep in the comfort of M/n’s warm arms. Yet also scared that once he wakes up M/n will no longer be in his bed and they will move forward with their lives pretending this never happened. 

#bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x male reader #bill kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel #georg listing #tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz x you #gustav schäfer

[devil-doms]

Levi 🧡🔞

CW: possessiveness, markings, GN!pronouns, AFAB!mc

MINORS, AGELESS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI. NO AGE INDICATOR = BLOCK

AN: I was gonna make this ongoing, slow burn story, but I didn't touch it for a month and forgot the plan for it so it just got smutty. Its just this part now (unless you want a continuation of it, let me know!) ngl, I kinda miss writing long stuff like this instead of just a smut scenario (Let me know if you like more of this too!)

How could he fall for a normie? A human on top of it?! Levi spams the buttons on his controller out of frustration.

A game over screen fades onto the screen. He slouches back into his chair and sighs loudly, closing his eyes. He’s been irritated since dinner last night when he saw you and Mammon flirting. He didn’t think he’d care at all but now he’s beating himself up over it.

Nothing he did took his mind off you. You played games together, watched series together, all his drawings looked like you. He couldn’t even close his eyes without seeing you.

As if you knew he was thinking about you, you sent him a text, “Going out with Mammon and Asmo to a party, I know you don’t like social events, but do you want to join?”

Levi sat there for a moment, contemplating it. On one hand, he can see you and maybe get a dance. You would fall for him, he’d confess to you outside the building under the moonlight just like in his animes. On the other…it’s a social event also with Mammon and Amso. He decided the pro out weighted the cons, bit his tongue and sent the “Ok!“ sticker.

He once again let out a sigh, brushed his hair, put on some cologne and left him room. You, Mammon and Asmo were waiting by the front door. Asmo goes on ahead before he becomes “more than fashionably late.” Leaving you and Mammon to chat.

Levi walks down the stairs to meet with you both. You wave at him and the three of you make your way to the party. He watches the way you and Mammon bounce off each other. The connection you had made him want to bash his head into a wall. What made it worse was the statement provided earlier, you were a human- a normie.

He continues watching you two poke at each other and laugh. Levi debated stopping in his tracks and returning home. He was already falling behind.

Before he could stop completely you turned around and held your hand out to him, “Come on!” His face grew red, but slowly he took your hand and you pulled him up by you. It wasn’t long till he was also subjected to the same poking and jokes he was observing earlier.

Eventually you all made it to the party. Loud music blared from within the house. Mammon ran up the steps and opened the doors, he motioned for the both of you to follow. The bass from the music shook the house, the flashing rainbow lights made it hard to see. Mammon led you two through the crowd of demons before vanishing. You call for him but your voice travels nowhere. You quickly turn around to maybe see Levi, but he’s no where to be seen. Being the only human at the party, you’re a little anxious.

Every time you turned around there were demons looking at you with hungry eyes. All of them were drooling at the thought of getting a piece of you. You were truly scared, Mammon nor Levi were there to protect you and you were far too frazzled to use your summoning's for them.

A hand is placed on your shoulder, you jump and turn to look at who it was. A lower ranked demon smiles at you, he leans down to your ear, “You alright? I don’t think you should be by yourself here.”

You cusp your hands around his ear and explain what happened, "Ah- you lost your friends? I think I saw one of them in the corner over there, I can bring you back to him if you'd like." Said the demon.

You nod your head, "Yes please!"

The demon takes your hand and leads you out of the overwhelming crowd to Levi, who was indeed standing in the corner, frantically typing on his phone.

"Levi!" You yell over the music.

He looks up from his phone and his face goes from panic to relief seeing that you're okay, "MC!" It doesn't take him long to see the demon holding your hand, and his jealousy spikes up. He decides to look past it for now.

You let go of the demons hand and run up to Levi, "Where did you go?" You ask him.

"You were moving too quickly trying to keep up with Mammon that you slipped out of my sight. I tired texting you but there's no service here." He shows you his phone, open to your messages. He had spammed a bunch of stickers and "Where R U??"s.

"Aww, you were worried about me." You tease.

"N-No! Like I'd be worried about some normie..."

Your new demon friend walks up behind you, "Well if you don't care about them, then I guess you don't mind if I ask them to dance."

"I guess not." You say, teasing Levi again. You take the demons hand again, "We'll be over there! I'll be right back!"

Levi's face drops, he stares at you two wide eyed. They really had to dance right in front of me? What? Are you making fun of me? What's this demons problem? He clenches his jaw, his jealousy is clouding his vision and way of thinking. You were his, and he was going to let this demon know.

You were enjoying your time dancing when you notice your friends eyes widen with fear. A hand grabs your arm and you look behind you, seeing it was Levi, in his demon form. Before you could say anything he drags you away to a random room in the house.

The room he ended up choosing was a cramped closet. The music muffled as he shut the door behind you two, locking it. The only light source you had was from the crack under the door.

"Levi, what the hell?" You say slightly annoyed.

"I don't want that demon to have you...I want you to be mine and I want everyone else here to know that." He cups your face and kisses you hard. You return it, moving your lips in rhythm with his.

You run your hands up into his hair as he moves his hands down to your top to undo the buttons. Your chest is fully exposed for Levi to run his cold, slender fingers all over. You pull your hands back to continue stripping yourself down, Levi did the same.

You push him into the wall and he grabs your hips. His tail curls up your leg, sending chills up your spine. He slowly descends down the wall, pulling you down with him. You were already wet, so he eases you onto the one part of his split, tentacle cock. You exhale loudly, he was so big and you were so tight.

You slowly rock back and forth on his cock, the other part slides into your ass. You're taken aback and gasp when he slipped in. His cock takes over, pulsing inside you. You lean forward into the crook of his neck, cursing under your breath.

The cursing quickly changed to moans as Levi dug his nails into your back, resulting in you doing the same. He places his mouth all over your neck and chest, leaving his mark everywhere.

You scratch his back as his cocks thrust harder and deeper into you. Tears of pleasure run down your face and your toes curl as he moves faster. You both let out short quick moans. You can feel his cocks expanding inside you, he was about to cum.

You shove your face deeper into Levi's neck, your body tenses up and you clench around him. Levi's head rolls back, the pleasure runs throughout both of you. Him cum leaks out of you, dripping down the side of your leg. You're both too exhausted to move.

Levi wraps his arms around you, you feel his tail disappear as he turns back into his normal self, "Sorry...for letting my envy take over me..." He apologizes.

"No need to apologize, now all these other demons will know I'm all yours."

Levi smiles to himself, "Yeah...that's true."

You both get back up and blindly put your clothes back on. You unlock the door and open it. You both squint as the bright, neon lights flash into your faces again. When your eyes adjusted you saw Asmo and Mammon looking at you two.

You looked over to Levi, who's face was bright red. His envious side was quite satisfied, but now that he was back to his normal form, he was dealing with a lot of embarrassment.

"Wow!! I didn't think you guys would actually do it! Mammon owes me 500 Grimm!" Asmo yells over the music.

"You bet money on us?!" Levi yells back, the two other bother nod and shrug.

"How'd you find us?!" You ask.

"Asmo and I ran into each other tryin' to find you two, asked 'round and some demon said Levi took off with ya in here." Mammon said, before you could say something else Mammon cut you off, "We need to get outta here now, Lucifer is lookin' for us."

Your eyes widen, "You didn't tell him where we went?"

"Nope." He replies.

You roll your eyes and reach your hand back to Levi, then reach forward to hold Mammon's, he held Asmo's to create a buddy system to lead through the party without losing anyone again. You all make it out the door together, then rush back to the house.

Back at the house you all went to Asmo's room. You sat on the edge of Asmo's bed, having him cover up Levi's markings, for Levi's sake. Every time he looked at you his face would glow bright red, remembering the whole thing again.

"So unfair! You could have invited me!! It looks like you both had an amazing time!!" Asmo whines.

"Gross!" Mammon yells from behind you, laying down and Asmo rolls his eyes.

You smirk and look at Levi at the other end of the bed, "I know I did." Levi quickly covers his mouth with the back of his hand and looks away. Mammon lightly shoves you forward, "Aye!"

Asmo pouts, then applies a cream to you face, "You should be all set by the morning, dear." He pats the spot next to you, "Levi, your turn."

Levi moves down beside you and Asmo starts his skincare on him, "Now what about you dear? Did you have good time?"

He begins to panic glancing around the room, "Uh- I mean- Uhmm- Uh-"

"Did you not enjoy it? The marks on my back say otherwise." You say, lightly elbowing him. Levi quickly burrows his face into his hands, about to implode, Mammon begins to kick him, Asmo squeals and you laugh.

After a long night in Asmo's room, Mammon and Asmo had fallen asleep, you and Levi began your walk to your own rooms.

"Do you think Mammon made up the whole Lucifer thing? He never came to punish us and none of us got a text or call." You ask.

"That, or Lucifer is planning a big punishment for all of us." Levi jokes.

You reach you room and look at him, "Or maybe Mammon was jealous and didn't want us to be alone together again. He hasn't left our side since he found us at the party." You grab Levi's shoulder and whisper closely into his ear, "Maybe you should mark me up again so they know who I belong to..."

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[george-weasleys-girl]

North Star Series

Chapter 49 - Two April Fools

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Summary: The twins celebrate their birthday.

Warnings: a couple mentions of sex

~•~

Two cakes for two brothers. Orange and chocolate for Fred and strawberry for George. Y/N insisted on baking George's herself, causing a minor fuss with Molly, who considered it her motherly duty to bake all her children's birthday cakes.

In the end, they compromised by using fresh strawberries from Molly's garden, which Y/N planned on using in the first place and baking it at the Burrow under Molly's close supervision.

"You know, you could've just made me one at home and not told mum. Then I'd have two cakes," George whispered to her as they relaxed on the sofa after cake and presents.

"Oh," Y/N's eyes went wide for a moment. "I didn't think of that." Then she shrugged. "Well, it's the first time I've been able to properly help you celebrate. If you remember correctly, our first year together, you were down with the flu. And, the second year, I was in the States. It was important to me to do this for you."

George's eyes softened at that, and he pulled her closer.

"And besides," Y/N continued, settling into his warmth. "Molly's gonna have to pass the torch at some point."

"Hey, it's your head on the chopping block, not mine," her husband shrugged and chuckled.

"Oh gee, thanks, dear. Your support is overwhelming," she said with mock sarcasm and playfully elbowed him in the ribs.

"Hey now, no need to get violent!" George joked, tickling her and making her squeal much louder than either of them expected.

"What's going on in there?" Molly's voice bellowed from the kitchen.

"Y/N's giving George a special birthday gift," Ginny hollered back, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

"WHAT?" Molly thundered around the corner.

Arthur, who'd dozed off in his chair, snapped awake, looking around in confusion.

George and Y/N froze and stared at Ginny before pulling her into their melee.

Fred burst out laughing. "Bravo, Ginny, bravo!" He exclaimed with pride.

Hermione's face turned a bright red, and pointedly turned away to hide her embarrased giggle.

And, Ron nearly choked on his second slice of cake, prompting Harry to slap him hard on the back several times.

~•~

"Ah damn, wish I could've been there. Sounds like our little sister isn't so little anymore," Bill laughed, taking a swig of whiskey. "Shame Fleur couldn't make it either. I'm sure she would've gotten a good laugh out of it, too."

Ginny beamed and Y/N smiled at her sister-in-law's happy expression. She was glad that Ginny had finally accepted Fleur into the family. It'd irked Y/N that both Ginny and Molly had spent the past couple of months treating Fleur like a pariah. Y/N knew exactly what that was like, having once been on the receiving end of Molly's discontent, but at least she'd had Ginny on her side.

Poor Fleur didn't even have that. Y/N did her best to make the french girl feel welcome when Bill brought her around, but it had been hard with both of the Weasley women punching down on her.

"...well, we're happy you got to come to the after-party," her husband spoke, pulling Y/N from her thoughts.

"Me too," Bill raised his glass. "And it's a lovely evening for it."

After the official birthday party, all the siblings headed over to George and Fred's apartment, where they all relaxed on the rooftop, enjoying the warm night with bottles of firewhiskey and butterbeer.

"I love this seating area you put up here," Hermione said, sinking into the pillowy sofa. "So comfy and cozy. You must spend a lot of time up here."

"Used to," George said. "Not so much anymore, what with the cold winter winds and now Deatheaters flying about all over the damn place."

"But this is a special occasion," Fred said cheerfully. "And we put some extra wards up earlier to make it safer, including one that will render us invisible temporarily," he added, hoping to ease the sudden worried expression on Harry's face.

"For how long?" Harry asked.

"Couple hours," George answered. "Don't worry, mate, we're keeping an eye on the clock."

"Yeah, Harry," Ron patted his best friend on the shoulder. "Fred and George won't let anything happen to you. Hell, they won't even prank you - "

"Oh! That reminds me!" Fred interrupted, jumping up. "It's almost time for the grand finale."

"Grand finale?" A confused look passed across Y/N's face, eyes darting from one twin to the other.

"We were up to more than just warding the place while you baking with mum this morning," George winked.

Y/N's expression shifted from confusion to apprehension. "What did you do?" She asked slowly.

"Oh, nothing much," Fred shrugged. "It's just that we were a bit disappointed that we couldn't prank Filch this year. So we decided to do the next best thing. Prank a few Deatheaters!"

"WHAT?" Ginny stared at Fred.

"Hey, you sound just like mum did earlier today!" Fred teased.

Ginny stood and pointed her finger at her brother. "Don't try to change the subject!" She said, stepping toward him.

Y/N continued to glare from her husband to her brother-in-law. "Spill it, you two."

George moved to stand beside Fred, both of them grinning like fools. "Well, you see, Freddie got this last minute idea," he began. "So, we gathered up all the muggle fireworks we had in stock."

"And then disguised ourselves as Deatheaters," Fred continued. "It wasn't hard. We just mussed up our hair and made ourselves look like we haven't bathed in a year."

George grinned and nodded. "And we charmed the fireworks to go off..." the younger twin paused to check the time. "In about ten minutes. Then we snuck down to Knockturn Alley and tossed 'em around in random places."

"YOU WHAT??" Six voices shouted in perfect synchronization.

The two pranksters' eyes widened in surprise for the briefest of moments before their grins returned even bigger than before.

"C'mon, we can see the action best from over here," Fred waved them over to the right side of the roof.

George hung back and wrapped his arm around Y/N, who was still giving him the stink eye.

"I can’t believe you did that," she hissed. "After all that talk about me walking alone at night when I got back, and then you go and do this. This was like ten times more dangerous."

"But I wasn't alone. I had Fred," he explained.

"Yes, but you went into their territory," Y/N pointed out. "That was just asking for it."

"Nothing bad happened, love," he pled.

"But it could have," his wife countered, looking away. "You could've been captured or killed," she added with a trembling voice.

George stopped and stepped in front of her. "We were really careful. No one saw what we were doing or recognized us. We took every precaution." He lifted her chin with his fingers, meeting her gaze eye-to-eye. "And it won't happen again. Promise. It was only for our birthday."

Y/N looked at him for a long moment. "Good," she said finally. "Because you're really damn close to not getting laid tonight." Then she stepped around him quickly, hoping he didn't notice the smirk playing on her lips.

"Hey! Now wait minute, baby!" George hurried after her. "That's not fair!"

~•~

Y/N couldn't help the giggles that overtook her, watching panicked Deatheaters running around, aiming their wands in every direction, trying to stop the never-ending barrage of firecrackers. If it had it been anyone else, Y/N would've been deeply concerned for their welfare and very upset with George and Fred. But these were Deatheaters. They kidnapped, tortured, and killed people for fun. And they had a bounty on one of her dearest friend's head.

Of all the things the twins could've done to them, she figured they'd got off pretty light.

"Well, that was quite the explosive ending to a great day," Ron said as they descended the stairs to the apartment.

Harry nodded. "I can't remember the last time I laughed that hard."

"Glad you enjoyed it, mate," Fred clapped him on the back. "You deserve a good laugh."

"We all do," Hermione chimed in, a sly grin spread across her face.

"Hey, you know you did good when Hermione's praising you," Ginny joked, slipping beside Harry. Fred cocked an eyebrow at the move but said nothing.

"When are you all headed back to Hogwarts," Bill asked, addressing the younger crowd.

"Tonight," Ron sighed. "Gotta be back for classes in the morning. You know how it - "

Ron's voice faded into the distance as George once again pulled Y/N away.

"I know you enjoyed it," he said, grinning. "You were giggling like crazy."

"I did enjoy it," she responded, keeping her gaze straight ahead.

"So..." George probed. "Does that mean I'm forgiven?"

"Of course you're forgiven," she replied, still not looking at him.

"Cool. Cool," he said, nodding. "And does that mean - "

"I'll consider it," Y/N teased, turning to look at him with a wide smirk.

George's mouth fell open. "But I'm the birthday boy..."

~•~

"Indeed you are," she kissed his cheek. "Happy Birthday, my love." Then, without another word, she turned and hurried to catch up with the rest of the group, leaving her poor, confused husband in the dust.

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[patchworkgargoyle]

🩸 A Steddie Big Bang Fic 🌙

Chapter 1

story by: @patchworkgargoyle || art to come by: @mcdadarts || playlist to come by: @steves-strapcollection Rating: E || Words: 3.9k || CW: graphic depictions of violence, blood drinking || Full tag list on ao3! || Posting: weekly Fic title from Wolf Like Me - TV On The Radio AAAAA HERE WE GO, FOLKS!! Chapters 1 & 2 are here!!

Steve could hear it already, the pop music blasting too loud to be healthy for anyone’s ears, let alone his and Robin’s. He let out a contained sigh.

“Yeah, yeah. C’mon, you grump, you know we should,” Robin said, unbuckling her seatbelt. “Into the fray?” She raised her eyebrows expectantly.

Jaw muscles clenching and relaxing, he rolled his eyes and said, “Fine.”

The Bimmer’s doors shut behind them with finality as they walked up the long driveway of Penny Brady’s house, a group of teens spilling out of the front door and laughing loud enough to make Steve wince. He felt a bit of petty jealousy that Robin could handle it all just fine, the overwhelmed senses. It had been a year since Billy’s attack and he still struggled to tune them out, so this was part of Robin and Dustin’s plan: exposure therapy. Sounded like a shit plan if you asked him, which, of course, they didn’t. Steve was sure it was only going to expose him to a migraine but they wouldn’t relent until he agreed to go to Penny’s Halloween party, so, here they were. At least Robin agreed Dustin couldn’t come. The little twerp would draw too much attention, his pen and notepad out and pestering Steve with questions all night.

Robin led the way into the house, not even pausing, forcing Steve to keep up for appearance’s sake. The music, the people, everything felt like a viscous wall of sound as soon as he passed the threshold, clinging to and muddling his hearing. His shoulders rose as if to block it out. A few people greeted him, only the familiarity of his own name cutting through, and all Steve could manage was a thin smile and a nod, following the bobbing, scraggly white wig Robin wore to complete her Doc Brown costume. Finally she stopped in the kitchen, the door closing behind them and blocking out only some of the racket. Some couples dispersed as they entered, but another group stuck around, chatting to themselves in a corner.

Robin bumped him with her elbow. “You look like you ate a whole lemon.”

“I’d rather do that than be here,” he complained quietly, reaching for a solo cup and grabbing a generous ladle-worth of the spiked punch. He probably would have smelled the vodka even before this, and Steve hoped the strong fumes would distract him from the music at least. When Robin wiggled a cup at him, he filled it for her too.

“It’s not gonna get better unless you get used to it, Steve,” she said, at the same volume, leaning into his space. 

“I know,” he grumbled. And he did. She’d gone through all of this already, years ago and way too young, and as much as he hated to admit it, she was right. She was his self-appointed Werewolf Mentor, as much as the title made him roll his eyes. At least he had someone to help him through all this werewolf shit.

Transforming into a wolf-human hybrid for the full moon as well as the day before and after, drastically intensified senses, heightened strength and speed even in human form, an increased diet of meat, and a seemingly endless well of energy; Steve had known all of this from a young age too, younger than Robin, even, but from a different perspective. Being born into one of the longest, most respected, and traditional hunter lineages, Steve Harrington had known all about werewolves and everything else that went bump in the night since he was old enough to read. His parents had trained him to hunt the supernatural, keeping it controlled and away from unknowing civilians. He was the heir to the Harrington line. And as of last year, he was also a werewolf.

It sorta put a kink in the whole hunter thing – though the heightened senses and strength did help – but while Robin taught him her werewolf ways he taught her how to avoid and fight hunters off, and went about hunts with a lot more compassion than he’d had before. Hunter code required them to only “exterminate” targets who were a danger, and Steve was already too soft-hearted by most hunters’ standards, so he stopped giving a fuck and did what he felt right instead. Steve put himself between the humans of Hawkins and its population of supernaturals, trying his best to keep a balance instead of burning and salting the earth.

Unlike the Carvers, whose son just barged into the kitchen. Jason plastered on an obviously fake smile as soon as he caught sight of Steve and Robin huddled together and Steve felt Robin stiffen beside him.

“Hey Harrington. Haven’t seen you around in a while,” Jason said, holding his hand out. Steve shook it once.

“Carver.”

“We were beginning to worry about you, if it weren’t for the stories I’ve heard around town I would’ve thought you’d skipped town.” Crossing his arms, Jason leaned on the counter closest to the door, effectively blocking their exit. Steve stifled an irritated huff. He didn’t miss this stupid posturing. The Carvers weren’t worried about him, he could guarantee that. It was more likely that they wanted the title of the only hunters in Hawkins, since Steve’s parents were gone on consultations all the time.

“Yeah, well, I’m still kicking,” Steve said with practised nonchalance.

“Good to hear!” Jason clapped Steve on the shoulder just this side of too hard, gave Robin an assessing look, and left the kitchen with a, “see you around.”

“‘See you around,’” Robin mocked, and Steve hummed, agreeing. “Was he always this much of a douche?”

“Oh yeah. A total kiss-ass too. Followed me around during hunter and basketball practice begging for attention.” Steve was glad that his fall from Hawkins High royalty had stopped Jason’s off-putting hero worship of him; he'd been tired of it since their parents forced them to socialise as kids.

Robin snorted. “That’s not surprising.”

They stood and drank their pungent drinks, trading gossip idly, until Robin asked, “Ready to brave the living room?”

Instead of answering, Steve downed the last of his punch, braced himself for the noise, and joined the party proper. Waiting in the kitchen while his senses adjusted had made a difference, he only felt like his head was being smashed by a rubber mallet instead of a sledgehammer, so he let Robin push him into the living room where most people mingled and danced.

“Alright. Tip one: distractions,” Robin whispered. “Focus on my voice, not anyone else’s, not the music.” She began to ramble, picking out costumes she recognized, or thought looked bad or lazy, occasionally picking out a girl she thought was cute for Steve to either agree or disagree, drawing him into telling embarrassing stories about the popular kids he used to hang around with. Listening to her voice was simple, easy, and before he realised it the noise faded a little more into the background.

When a guy walked by reeking of body spray Steve dug his nails into his palms to keep from recoiling, nose wrinkling, and he tried to swallow past the affront to his sinuses. Robin also winced. “Tip two: breathe through your mouth. Though I doubt that’ll help much against that.”

“Pretty sure I’d choke. That’s chemical warfare. One spray is enough, for christ’s sake,” he complained, giving the guy a nasty glare.

“We should tell him he’s violating the Geneva Convention.”

They watched from their patch of wall as he stepped up to a group of girls, trying to chat them up with a smarmy grin. When the girls each made similar queasy expressions and dispersed, Steve and Robin snickered a little meanly.

Crossing his arms with a smirk, Steve asked, “Anything else?”

Robin shrugged. “If all else fails, go outside or find a quiet room. Just don’t use it as an excuse to smoke or anything, I’ll know.” She narrowed her eyes at him.

“Yeah, yeah.” He waved an unconcerned hand at her and she glared harder. He held up three fingers and said, flatly, “Scout’s honour.”

“You weren’t a Boy Scout, you ass. Now, go, spread your wolfy wings and fly from the nest like a very strange bird.”

Confused by the bizarre analogy, he let Robin shoo him into the crowd so he could mingle. Mostly, he let people come to him; old classmates, customers, kids whose parents knew his own (exclusively outside of hunter circles), still drawn in by his old reputation. Penny herself came up to talk to Steve at one point, asking how he was and what he’d been up to. Like Robin instructed, he focused on her voice instead of everything else.

The attention was nice. His dry spell had lasted longer than he wanted to admit, and he’d given up trying to pick up customers at Family Video when he struck out every time. She was pretty, he thought, with long, straight dark hair and hazel eyes, wearing some kind of subtle vanilla perfume, and when Robin waggled her eyebrows at him across the room he brushed her off with a smile that was only a little bit smug. Leaning into her space a little, Steve could hear Penny’s heart rate pick up over the bright poppy music, saw the slight pink blush in her cheeks and let himself feel just a bit accomplished. He’s still got it, he thought. But then something crashed upstairs, and Penny had to race off with panicked apologies.

Damn. He stood in the room by himself for a moment and watched, hands in his pockets, until he caught Robin’s eye and jerked his head towards the back door. When she waved him off he waded through the thinning crowd and escaped into the much calmer backyard. Skunky smoke wafted through the air, but that was something Steve could handle. He dug out his secret stash of cigarettes and lit up as he leaned over the railing of the small deck, exhaling with a heavy sigh.

The small backyard was enclosed by the forest of thin trees that surrounded half of Hawkins. Most had lost their leaves by now, littering the ground instead, and the lawn was meticulously cleared of them. A shed sat closer to the house, and a small fire pit burned a few feet away, crackling and watched over by drunken teens.

By the shed, though, two figures caught Steve's eye. A girl with a high, bouncy, blonde ponytail and Carver's letterman – Chrissy Cunningham. He often wondered why such a sweet girl was with Jason, she was always friendly with the basketball team and managed Jason's mood swings with ease, not that she should've had to. But beside her, half hidden in shadow, stood her total opposite.

Eddie Munson flicked the ash from his joint and laughed at something Chrissy said while he leaned against the metal shed with her. The distant fire caught, just barely, on the shine of his dark eyes and the curls of his hair. Steve wondered how he wasn't cold. Chrissy clutched her jacket close while Eddie's leather jacket and denim vest fell open to the cold autumn air, revealing some tee for a band Steve didn't know. He hadn't seen Eddie around since midway through his own senior year, Eddie's second attempt. But he hadn't come back to school after winter break.

The rumour mill churned out every kind of story about it – that he'd dropped out or gotten sick, or he'd died, or he stole a car and ran to the coast (whichever one seemed more dramatic). Seeing him here at Penny's party was surprising, either way. Must be back to dealing.

Steve's gaze lingered. He looked pale, but… good, smiling fondly at Chrissy as she kept speaking, something about the newest cheerleader. He had a dimple in his left cheek when he grinned, just above some intense scarring on his jaw Steve didn’t remember from school, but there was something with his teeth– 

Eddie's eyes flicked up, and met Steve's instantly. Something swooped low in his gut, he couldn't name it but it made his heart kick up a couple beats faster. Adrenaline? No. All the warmth in Eddie's face faded as soon as he saw Steve staring, chased away by a hard, emotionless expression. Catching on quickly, Chrissy glanced back at Steve, then to Eddie again, leaning in to whisper. Eddie kept staring back at Steve, who couldn't look away. He felt pinned, his cigarette turning to ash, and Steve thought that maybe he shouldn't look away, like this was some kind of battle of wills. Robin would mock him for trying to be macho, but he couldn't help it. Didn't want to.

Maybe it had something to do with his heart beating faster, tricking his body into fight or flight, but Steve could feel his senses honing in on the pair. The music from the house was still too loud to hear what Chrissy was saying, but Steve could still smell something. Beyond the weed, fire, and cigarettes, the beer and sweat, cologne and perfume, there was a familiar warm, metallic tang. It was subtle, woven between and underneath the rest, and Steve had to resist sniffing at the air like a bloodhound to suss it out. Before he could place it, though, Chrissy took Eddie’s ringed hand and began to pull him away.

The muscles in Eddie's jaw jumped and his chest rose and fell with a slow, deliberate breath before, finally, he tore his magnetic gaze away and released Steve from whatever that was. Steve swallowed. He tracked Eddie and Chrissy while they walked to the side of the house. Chrissy cast one last look at Steve, giving him a small, hesitant smile before following Eddie's dark figure out of sight. Refusing to parse out whether he was disappointed or relieved, Steve stubbed out the cigarette butt and tossed it into the short bushes that bordered the deck with a quick mental apology to Penny’s parents.

That was… weird, right? He thought about what had happened, still hunched over the railing, absently digging his thumbnail into the wood grain. It was also a little strange to see Chrissy with Eddie, since he and Jason had been at each other's throats in school more often than not, and as far as Steve knew he and Chrissy were still an item. Sure looked it, since she wore his members only jacket.

Robin found him still standing there some time later, staring into the middle distance until she kicked his calf. “Ow, what the hell?” he said, glaring.

“That’s what you get for hiding out here.” She scowled. “Also you stink of smoke. I told you not to, I thought you’d quit anyway.”

“You know I didn’t.” He tried. It didn’t last, clearly.

“Yeah, well, I was waiting for you to admit that, you coward.”

Steve scoffed. “You can smell it, Rob. Figured that was enough to clue you in.”

“Still a coward,” she said loftily. “Anyway, I’m bored, drive me home.”

“Right away, your majesty.” Rolling his eyes and stifling a smile, Steve pushed off from the railing and followed Robin back through the house, only a little disappointed that he didn’t see Penny again before getting to the door. Steve did, however, fill Robin in on who he’d spotted in the backyard once they stepped outside.

“Oh wow, Jason must hate that friendship,” Robin said.

“Right?” he replied with some satisfaction, “I’m no fan of Munson’s but I’ll get behind anything that ticks Carver off.”

Robin looked thoughtful for a moment as they walked down the dark street. The Bimmer sat parked under a streetlight, burgundy paint faintly sparkling. Somehow, after all the hunts and mishaps Steve had taken her on, she was still pristine. Eventually, Robin said, “As long as he doesn’t get the shit kicked out of him, though.”

Steve shrugged at first, but an image of Eddie’s face covered in blood and bruises similar to the ones Jonathan and Billy had given him flashed through his mind’s eye and he winced internally. Yeah, he wouldn’t really wish that on someone who didn’t deserve it. “He’s survived this long, he’ll probably be fine,” he said instead.

“Maybe, but-” she cut herself off, head tilting towards the car. “Steve? You hear that?”

He did. A faint voice, crackling over the walkie Dustin gave him that he’d stuffed under the passenger seat. “Shit.” 

They jogged to the car, Steve fumbling with his keys and whipping the door open, diving for the walkie under the seat as he heard Dustin loudly announcing, “Code red! Steve, goddamnit, where are you!? Code red!”

“Dustin! What’s wrong?”

“Werewolf! In the woods! It’s dead, over!”

Steve met Robin’s shocked expression, her blue eyes wide with worry. “Where are you?”

“We’re behind Forest Hills. And you have to say over, Steve! Over!”

Groaning, Steve resisted the urge to smack his head against the car door. Instead, he reached over to unlock Robin’s door so she could get in. “Why the fuck are you in the woods at night, Dustin? Over.” He emphasised the last word with every bit of frustration he felt at the moment.

“Just. Get. Here. Over!”

“Fine! Jesus christ, over and out,” Steve snapped, slammed his door shut and started the car, peeling away from the curb.

They got to the trailer park in record time, despite Steve ranting at Robin about how the brats shouldn’t even be out this late at night while Robin kept reminding him to please concentrate on the road and save the chewing-out for the kids themselves. He parked at the end of the road, which was barely more than cracked asphalt and a toppled over concrete divider, the Street Ends sign long since stolen. The dark trees loomed tall and slender, a sparse barrier at the end of the small field that was only half lit by a flickering yellow street light, but Steve could already tell that’s where the kids had gone. He could smell them in the air and saw the trampled spots where they’d walked their bikes through the tall grass. A dog barked in the distance, agitated. He nodded at their trail and looked at Robin, said, “Let’s go,” and took off.

Robin kept pace with him easily as they loped through the trees. Even with the moon almost new they could see their way without difficulty, lacking most colour but seeing every detail; each scuff in the dirt from a tire and their muddy footprints standing out in the quiet forest. Their scents grew stronger too, and alongside it, something else. Something Steve had smelled earlier. He ran faster.

Voices began to filter through the woods. The kids were, unsurprisingly, arguing. By the time Steve and Robin crashed through the underbrush and ran into the Party, who screamed.

“Holy shi– be quiet! It’s us!” Steve shouted. While the kids did shut up – thank god – they all glared at him.

“What did you think would happen, Steve?” Dustin yelled back, arms flailing, “Warn us next time! That’s what the walkie is for!”

“I forgot it in the car since you idiots told me you were in the woods with a dead werewolf. How do you even know they’re a werewolf anyway, they–” Words caught in his throat as Robin choked back a scream. Finally, Steve turned his attention to the body on the ground behind the row of kids. “They’re human when they’re dead.”

They were supposed to be, at least. Steve hadn’t killed a werewolf before, hadn’t had to. Even when Billy went feral he refused to do it. They were still people and it was the one line Steve refused to cross as a hunter. He knew, though, that when a werewolf is killed in wolf form, they shift back into a human. So why was this one still a werewolf?

The body looked like every other werewolf Steve had seen when shifted: elongated limbs tipped in blunted claws, distinctive feet, brown fur everywhere, a clear mix of human and wolf. A ripped white shirt and torn blue jeans still clung to the body in spots, like they didn’t have time to get them off before they shifted. The only difference was the head. Or lack of one.

Steve shoved the nearest kid behind him – Lucas, who he could feel was shaking slightly – and stepped forward, unable to take his eyes off the stump of a neck. Dark blood, almost dried to blackish-brown, spilled down the werewolf’s chest, worsened by gashes left by, Steve guessed, the werewolf’s own claws, which were bloodied too. The cut was disturbingly clean. Level. Whatever weapon had done this was sharp. Bile rose in Steve’s throat.

“Turn around,” he said, somehow managing to not sound sick, looking back at the Party. Lucas and Will already had, the latter standing with his arms wrapped tight around his chest, but Mike was still half-turned, like he couldn’t take his eyes off it, and Dustin stared at the body with an analytical gleam that would unsettle Steve if he didn’t already know what these kids had gone through. Still. “Dustin, turn around.”

“We’ve been looking at it for ten minutes, Steve, it’s fine,” Dustin retorted, but Steve grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him to face a very pale Robin, who still had her hands over her mouth.

“You shouldn’t have seen it in the first place! What the hell were you thinking, coming out here at night?”

Mike spoke up this time, sounding like he’d swallowed something disgusting. “We were patrolling.”

With a sigh that felt much too heavy for his age, Steve dragged a hand down his face. “You’re children. You don’t patrol.”

“We’re fifteen! You were partying! We couldn’t leave the town unprotected–”

“I was at a party because you told me to go to,” he interrupted Dustin sharply, “and I told you to stay home.” These kids were going to drive him into an early grave through stress alone. When Dustin opened his mouth again to argue back, Steve hissed, “Zip it! You’re in the wrong here.” The kid crossed his arms and scowled at Steve, but gave in.

Now that they were silent, Steve cast his gaze around the scene. He couldn’t see any sign of the missing head. There were signs of a struggle, though. Claw marks scored into tree bark to the left, large paw prints and faint shoe treads that could have looked like a dance. Next to the body, though, Steve saw scraps of fabric and bent down.

They were soft and black. Nothing like what the werewolf wore. A flash of a logo, some kind of yellow-and-red lettering, stood out on the corner of a larger scrap. Steve heard Dustin whisper, “Shit.”

Steve's head whipped around. “What?”

“Nothing!” He answered too quickly, too high-pitched. Steve could hear the skip in his heart, and though that wasn’t a reliable tell it wasn’t nothing.

“Dustin, you have to tell him,” Lucas said.

“Tell me what?”

The Party didn’t speak. Eyes flitting between them, Steve caught sight of Dustin’s clenched fist stuck deep into his pocket. He raised an expectant eyebrow.

“It’s Eddie’s. Eddie’s shirt.” Will’s voice was quiet and empty.

That’s when it hit Steve. The smell. He’d known it was blood when he and Robin had run into the kids, saw the corpse. But now he knew he’d smelled it earlier – at the party. From Eddie and Chrissy.

Read chapter 2 now on ao3!!

#it's fine it's cool i'm cool everyone's cool #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #werewolf steve harrington #vamp!eddie #stranger things #hideous thing sbb #steddie big bang #steddie big bang 2023 #sav scrawls stuff

[stranger-nightmare]

how would the fruity 4 be w a s/o who has anxiety/social anxiety

The Fruity Four With a Socially Anxious Partner

Steve Harrington

Steve doesn’t necessarily understand the whole social anxiety thing but he sees how it effects you and so is always willing to do whatever is needed to help you

I think he’d be the type to just hold your hand and whisper gently “it’s okay, it’s okay” whenever you get a bit overwhelmed

like he’ll squeeze and un-squeeze your hand and tell you just keep focused on that, keep focused on him, and to try and block out all the other stuff that’s overwhelming you

Steve does like to go out to parties and stuff, but he understands that it may set off your anxiety so he’s quite good about staying at your side the entire time and periodically checking in with you, and if you say you wanna leave then he never argues, just throws his jacket over you and walks you home

Eddie Munson

Eddie’s the kind to try and soothe your social anxiety by making you laugh and giving you the ‘who gives a fuck what other people think’ kind of argument

he’s just very good at distracting you with his own goofiness until all you’re focused on is him and your own giggles

he’ll also give you one or two of his rings to play with to keep yourself busy and distracted, and also to keep your hands busy if that’s the kind of thing you need

but if your anxiety is getting quite bad and none of that is working then he’s more than happy to just whisk you away from the situation completely

like if you’ve had a bad anxiety day or something he’ll just take you for a late night drive in his van where the only thing you have to think about is the wind coming through the window, the music on the radio, his hand on your thigh as he drives, just no stress and anxiety, just you and him

and on that last note may I recommend my own lil fic that’s basically along those lines, read it here

Robin Buckley

I love Robin so much but I feel like she’s the type to get stressed by your stress, so if you freak out then she freaks out whilst simultaneously trying to calm you down bless her

Robin’s a lil chaotic, that’s just what she’s like, but she tries her best when she’s with you to not actually do anything to draw attention to you or her

but she’s super attentive and she gets right on it whenever you tell her what you need, you just need to tell her! so if you need to be taken away from the crowd she’ll whisk you away quickly, if you just need some kind of distraction from something then she’ll get right on it

through her chaos she’s always willing to at least try to the best of her ability to do whatever it is you need to help calm yourself down and soothe your anxiety

but also for the most part Robin is a bit socially anxious and awkward herself so she probably has the best understanding of what you’re going through as well

bc of this you guys don’t actually go out too often, you prefer to just stay at home together and hang out with a nice quiet fun night in!

Nancy Wheeler

Nancy is the type to just sit you down calmly and talk rationally through all of your fears and anxieties

like she does that thing where she makes you realise how ‘silly’ some of the things you worry about are but she doesn’t actually make you feel bad or stupid about it, she just logically and calmly talks you through the scenario until you start to realise that there’s not really anything to worry about

but regardless she’s still there to squeeze your hand tightly whenever you do get a bit overwhelmed or anxious

typically you feel quite safe with Nancy even when you’re out in public bc you know nothing is gonna go wrong whilst she’s around, and if they do then she’s hella quick and prepared to take care of everything

she also really intricately plans your days out or whatever in exquisite detail so there’s basically no room for error, she knows being planned and prepared ahead of time makes you feel better and luckily that’s just how she rolls anyway

Masterlist

A/N: as someone with severe severe social anxiety myself I feel like need a Nancy in my life tbh haha!! thank you for sending the lil scenario!! <33

#the answer to your nightmare #stranger things #the fruity four #stranger things headcanons #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #eddie munson headcanons #steve harrington headcanons #robin buckley headcanons #nancy wheeler headcanons #eddie munson imagine #steve harrington imagine #robin buckley imagine #nancy wheeler imagine #eddie munson headcanon #steve harrington headcanon #robin buckley headcanon #nancy wheeler headcanon #stranger nightmare

[forever-rogue]

Heya🥰 I’m unsure if you’re still taking requests for fics but I wondered if you could write something with an anxious reader that gets nervous/easily overwhelmed at parties or crowds in general and they don’t tell Steve this but he proves that he’s the best soft boyfriend because he notices and offers them comfort?🥺 I feel like a hug from Steve would make things feel right in a second.

AN | Best (Supportive) Boyfriend Stevie is back at it again🥺🥰

Warnings | None

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 1.4k

Masterlist | Steve, Main

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Breathe deep. Exhale. In and out. In and out. There were three pictures on the wall, a bookcase that was crammed with books, and a record player. You closed your eyes in a vain attempt to ground yourself and drown out some of the noise that was all around you. It was becoming increasingly overwhelming with each passing moment.  

There were people everywhere, laughing and singing and drinking. You were sitting on the couch, red plastic cup in your hand as you tried to stay calm. You wished Steve was with you, but you’d lost track of him somewhere in the house after you wandered off to use the bathroom. Even one of your friends would do, but they were nowhere to be found either. You’d planned on looking for a familiar face but with so many people and things happening all around, it all became a sensory overload. 

Your plan was either to sit on the couch for the rest of the evening until someone came and rescued you, or to push through and wander outside. Just as you made up your mind that it was best to just go outside and get some fresh air, a long shadow blocked your light. You looked up and found Steve standing in front of you with a small smile on his face. 

“Hi baby,” Steve knew you so well that you didn’t even have to tell him that anything was wrong. You looked up at him with big, soft doe eyes and he held out his hand to help you to your feet. You eagerly took it and he gently hoisted you to your feet, and you wasted no time in wrapping your arms tightly around him. He let out a small huff of laughter before he hugged you back just as fiercely.

“Stevie,” you whispered softly, burying your face into his neck and inhaling his familiar scent. It was a delicious combination of his cologne, the lingering scent of his laundry detergent, and his own natural musk. He pressed a kiss to the side of your head before gently pulling back so he could look at you. He could see your eyes were glossy with unshed tears and it made his heart hurt, “‘m sorry. I feel like I’m ruining your fun.”

“No, no, no,” he insisted softly, taking your face in his hands and wiping away the few tears that had rolled down your cheek, “you haven’t done anything. The only thing I’ve realized is that parties really aren’t my thing anymore…like at all.”

“Yeah?” you pouted and he nodded softly.

“Yeah…I’d much rather be spending the time with you,” your face lit up with happiness at his sweet words, “so much better. Wanna get outta here, angel?”

“Mhmm. Yes please, Stevie.”

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“Feeling better?” you nodded through the big bite of the burger you’d just taken. You swallowed before shoving a few fries into your mouth for good measure. Steve took a long drink from his milkshake as a happy, dopey little smile settled on his face. Nothing made him happier than seeing his girl happy. 

After bidding goodbye to your friends and leaving the packed house, you already felt a million times better as soon as you stepped into the fresh air. When Steve suggested a stop at your favorite all night diner on the way back to his place, you’d jumped at the opportunity. Who were you to turn down Hawkins’ best burgers and fries? You’d have been a fool. And you were a lot of things, but you were no fool when it came to food. 

That’s how you found yourself tucked into your regular booth, listening to Elton John in the background as you scarfed down delicious, greasy foods, and sat across from the person you loved most in the world. 

“Definitely,” you offered him a sheepish smile as your face warmed up under his gaze. It wasn’t intense or intrusive, but there was something about the way he looked at you that always made it seem like he could see directly into your heart. You supposed, in a weird way, he probably could, “I-I ugh…I’m sorry if I was a downer tonight. I didn’t mean to ruin your fun.”

“You didn’t,” he insisted softly, nudging his foot against yours, “I swear.”

“Cross your heart and hope to die?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die,” he grinned at your little question, “I meant it, you know. That I would rather spend the time with you.”

“I know…” you took a long slurp of your own milkshake before letting out a long sigh, “it’s just that sometimes…I can’t help but wonder if sometimes I hold you back. Like…if you ever want to go out and do things. I worry that you won't go because of me. I want you to go out and do things.”

Sometimes you hated the fact that you had anxiety at all. It wasn’t like you chose to have it…it just happened. It wasn’t all the time, but definitely manifested worse some days than others. It was mostly large crowds or packed places that seemed to cause it to become worse. Today - the big party that someone you all vaguely knew was throwing - had caused your anxiety to creep up and left you feeling overwhelmed. 

“I hope you know you never make me feel like that,” he scoffed playfully before reaching over and brushing a few locks of hair off your face, “my silly girl. You never hold me back from anything, you’re the one that’s always pushing me to do things. You’re always encouraging me, and I hope I give you that same encouragement back.”

“You do, Steve,” you reached across the table, put your hand on top of his and gave his a gentle squeeze, “there’s no one more supportive than you. And I mean it…you really are the best, and I love you more than I could ever put into words.”

“I love you too,” his face grew bashful as a pretty little flush of pink welled up in his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, “please don’t be so hard on yourself - we can’t control how our stupid brains work. I mean, I still get stupid nightmares over stuff that’s now…in the past.”

“Stevie,” you leaned in as close as possible with the table separating the two of you, and reached up to cup his cheek in your hand, “that is completely understandable. What you went through…it was horrible, all of it and you have seen and survived and done so much more than anyone ever should have to. It will get better with time, I know it will, but you can’t blame yourself for that.”

“See…” he whispered softly, “just like you can’t blame yourself for having anxiety.”

“Ahh,” you sat back in your seat and shook your head in amusement, “I see what you’re doing. Dr. Harrington is in the house today I see.”

“Hmmm, I could do even better if that’s what I was attempting to do,” he teased, his eyes soft with a mischievous glint to them, “but I’m just pointing out the obvious to you.”

“One of the many things I love about you,” you promised, “the fact that you always know how to talk sense into me.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” he promised, “among a million other things of course. Like lovin’ you, that’s my main priority.”

You looked at him with doe eyes that he was sure would be the death of him one day. How could he ever deny you anything? He couldn’t; it was pure and simple. You almost jumped out of your side of the booth and slid into his side, curling yourself into his side. He seemed surprised by your sudden burst of energy, but quickly wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You looked at him with nothing short of pure adoration before you took his face in your hands and leaned in to kiss him.

He tasted of syrupy sweetness from the waffles he’d eaten, and something that was indescribably him, and you almost melted into him. You could feel him smiling against your lips as he stole a few more saccharine kisses from you. 

“What was that for?” his smile stretched from ear to ear as you just shrugged with a smile that matched his own.

“No reason,” you took his hand in yours and laced your fingers together, “I just really love you is all.”

“I really love you,” he brought your hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles, “angel.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #joe keery #joe keery x you #joe keery x reader #st

[slocumjoe]

its easter but i dont care! i like to imagine halloween is celebrated in various parts of the common wealth. how would the companions celebrate it with sole? once they have some down time of course. by the way i like to imagine piper, nat and sole host and act in a haunted house attraction or something, what do you think?

I'm putting this in a modern AU so I can go wild, because I had two very specific ideas in mind that I needed realized. a candy for whoever correctly guesses which two im referring to 🍬

Companions and Halloween

Cait; Fucking loves scary movies. Will call all her willing buddies over for bloody marys and whatever shitty takeout they desire, and binges shlock films she finds on obscure horror fan forums. This sometimes backfires and they find a 2003 indie psychological thriller that ends up being too much to handle. When Halloween actually comes, goes to festivals, carnivals, etc... It's the one holiday she actually likes. Dresses up as iconic 'final girls' and gets annoyed when people don't recognize it. Went as Lady Grognak once and got a bunch of girls' numbers.

Codsworth; You bet your ass he's making the best homemade candy in the CITY. This is his Olympics, his Chomolungma/Sagarmatha (commonly known as Everest), his very own Great British Bake Off. Decorates the lawn and sets up picnic tables, has food and drink available. Preston helps him run the shebang with Sturges, Sole, and sometimes Deacon. Will dress up simply and cutely, depending on if he's a person or still a robot. If a person, his costumes are from cartoons, like Steve from Blue's Clues. If a robot, will become a floating pumpkin.

Curie; Her friend group has banded together to keep her from handing out fruit to kids. She only sometimes obliges. Will opt for healthier options, still. Sometimes goes to Codsworth's block party,, if she isn't too tired. Curie herself really isn't into the aesthetic of Halloween, but she likes the fun. She just doesn't like the color schemes. Curie doesn't have time to get a costume, so she just wears her doctor's garb when answering the door. To celebrate for herself, will make pumpkin pies, PSLs, and watch cozy kids spooky movies. Calls or texts Danse to make sure he's okay, as she knows the holiday is a source of stress ever since the...incident...

Dogmeat; local children trained him to run up to porches, snatch the unattended candy bowls, and run

Danse; Counts down to the day like the nukes are gonna drop. Curie once confirmed that the mere mention of the holiday raises his blood pressure. His brain just...can't do it. The thought of someone knocking on his door makes him nauseous. Dressing up...he's too uptight, he'll admit. Pranks always suck, regardless. Not even as a kid did he like Halloween. Hancock and Sole dragged him to a haunted house once and, uh...yeah. Don't take your easily-overwhelmed friend with PTSD to a series of dark corridors with flashing lights, loud, sudden sounds, and people jumping out. Danse takes a week off work, gets in his truck, and camps in the wilderness until society is safe to return to.

Deacon; BEST. HOLIDAY. EVER. Deacon plans all year for it. Every day of October has its own costume. He LOVES volunteering at haunted houses or festivals. It's just such a fun time, man! Gorges himself on PSLs to be 'ironic'. Carries massive candy bars for anyone who recognizes his increasingly obscure costumes. Deacon lives and breathes the spooky. Decorates his house with a new theme each year. Once commissioned a giant model spaceship 'wreck' on his roof and had alien corpses spread across the lawn. Would enter any costume competition he could fit in the schedule, if he wasn't banned.

Gage; He likes Halloween for one reason, and one reason only. When he was a young boy, he hit a growth spurt overnight, way ahead of his peers. So, before Halloween, a local farmer, hosting a corn maze, offered him a job in the maze as a slasher. Maybe it was destiny, or maybe that job helped Gage who he is. But to this day, even if he isn't as spry, Gage finds a haunted maze, and sends them his Chasing People Through Fields resume. There is no greater joy, to him, than hiding around a corner, hearing those poor, poor teenagers whine it'll be cheesy, this is lame, it's so fake...before he goes a'huntin'. It's exercise, it's therapeutic, and it makes for good conversation.

Hancock; His house naturally looks spooky, so he never has to decorate. Very pleased with this. Joins Cait for movie night with MacCready, Piper, Sole, and Preston, and always eats too much. Hancock spends a stupid amount of money on the good Halloween candy, and is part of the "Curie, Fuck Your Apples" gang. Will hide in her bushes and hand out the good shit to children if Piper can't talk her down to at least fruit gummies. Once, trying to be a friend, got Danse out of the dingy, dark hole he calls home, and into Pickman's Gallery, an annual haunted house. Thought it'd be fun, spontaneous, help him live a little.

Hancock didn't know folding chairs could...bend...

MacCready; Matches his costume to Duncan. Attends Cait's movie night. Once had a Parental Panic Attack at a movie involving babies in danger and now Preston has to screen everything to make sure its clear of child murder. MacCready himself goes hogwild with the candy. Makes pumpkin-shaped, pumpkin-flavored food. Takes Duncan to the festivals and carnivals, really wants him to not end up like Uncle Danse, who handled active warzones better. Mac tends to buy what he can afford, which means the cheaper, variety bags of hard candy. At least it isn't apples, Curie.

Nick; As a theater kid and bisexual, Halloween is like his second birthday, behind Valentines day (which isn't his actual birthday either). His costumes are tasteful, inspired, thematically appropriate. His favorite is the classic vampire, with a long, flowing cape, a high collar, and lots of shiny buttons. Carries a giant sack of candy and toys, wanders through the neighborhood, helps lost kids and keeps an eye out for unsavory types. Always ends up having to chase Dogmeat down after he swipes a candy bowl.

Piper; Saves up all the money she can to spare on the after-Halloween candy. Really into campfire smores with ghost stories. Also joins Hancock for haunted houses. Once, on accident, went into Gage's corn maze and recognized him by his build. Hid from him by staying on the blind side. Texted him videos of him charging past her after other maze-goers. Received a "🖕". Piper doesn't go all out on the odd occasion she dresses up. Tends to use clothes she already has. Is the spokesperson for the Fuck Apples gang, tries to talk Curie into something less...shit, each year. Doesn't hand out candy, takes Nat out trick-or-treating. Ends the night at Codsworth's, nothing like a hot dinner after a cool evening walk through the neighborhood.

Preston; Tired mom friend. Goes out into the woods looking for Danse when he doesn't answer his phone, makes sure he rejoins society, doesn't go off the grid. DD after movie night at Cait's. Wasn't into Halloween as a kid, but he participates as an adult to spite people who think adults can't celebrate it. Preston helps Codsworth handle his block party, and buys toys and such for kids with dietary restrictions. Dresses as either a cowboy or a revolutionary soldier. Went as a green toy soldier once and is still finding paint smears in his house. Sturges did warn him.

X6-88; Conflicted on Halloween. On one hand, childish. On the other...full of potential, possibilities, opportunities. He likes the chance to legally frighten people and have it be socially acceptable; he does not like people knocking on his door. He doesn't like pranks, but enjoys the theming and aesthetics. He dislikes the costumes, but people don't bother him dressing the way he does naturally (spooky and Terminator-esque). Eventually, settles into taking simple pleasure from it. He doesn't do much to celebrate himself, though. Not on the 31st, at least. No, no, no.

The real holiday is November 1st.

November 1st is a professional sport, as for as X6-88 is concerned.

#fo4 #fallout 4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #piper wright #nick valentine #x6-88 #robert joseph maccready #companions react #hancock #porter gage #codsworth

[lunarfeat21]

HiHi, I'm back again with more inquiries about your Yan!Tugs (if your getting overwhelmed with asks please lmk)

Do the Stars have their own version of the 'Dark Room'? Or are they more lenient with y/n's behaviour?

Also, I'm interested to know the relationships. between each of the Stars and our dear reader.

and one last question bear with me are you planning on making this consept a full fledged fanfic or is it just an idea your expanding on?

Oh boy, this is my lucky week!!! ♪ヽ(･ˇ∀ˇ･ゞ)

(I'm just so thrilled and psyched you can ask me anytime!)

The Stars are more lenient than the Z-stacks, they can understand why y/n acts the way they are, and can actually put up with it.

A good ol' 'get along' shirts, fake handcuffs, and tickle attacks can keep a y/n all better (even though y/n would despise it). However, when it becomes an everyday nuisance, they would put their foot down and try stricter tactics.

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Here we have a y/n's relationship status report: (blue is positive, purple is neutral, and red for negative.)

Note: colors can interact based on interactions, such interactions will change based on behavior and decision making by both parties later in time

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Finally, the final one:

Yes, I'm making this a full fledged fanfic. The fic is called 'Sirens of the Crimson Sea', I'm currently making the main cover art and writing chapter one as we're speaking. I'm so thrilled as much as you are, and editing some parts I didn't like initially.

Though it might be slow (aside from editing and still thinking about drawing scenes after I finish a chapter, making silly artdump, & writing mini shenanigans relating Sirens of the Crimson Sea), procrastination would be the death of me and creative blocks.

Hell, even I decide to make a reference for y/n when I'm done with the cover lol!

Please be patient, it will come soon and I hope this answers your questions. Have a good friday & good weekend my dudes!

z stack edition

#feat21 speaking #this is tugs #ask #ask and ye shall recieve #star tugs #yandere tugs #platonic yandere! tugs #platonic yandere #Sirens of the Crimson Sea #familial yandere

[eva-knits12]

Halloween with CE Characters

Colin Shea:

Colin and Eva have scare contest all day.

Colin and Eva kiss and hug each other in between scaring each other.

They both have plenty of Halloween candy for the trick or treaters.

Eva is four months pregnant with their precious, little bean.

Colin always puts his hands on Eva's bump and kisses her bump.

Colin even says that Eva is glowing with love more and more everyday.

Eva is dressed as Princess Leia and Colin is dressed as Han Solo.

Eva's Princess Leia costume is comfy and fits over her bump perfectly.

It's the perfect costume for the both of them.

They both have a Halloween party to attend later.

They attend the party after they're done handing out candy.

They can't wait for next year, in which it will be their little bean's first Halloween.

Colin is already planning next year's costume.

Ransom Drysdale:

Ransom and you have a tradition every year.

At first, it was both of you that passed out candy.

Now that the twins have arrived, Ransom takes the twins trick or treating, and you get to stay and pass out candy,

It's better this way because of your MS.

Katherine is dressed up as a cowgirl and Harlan is dressed up as a cowboy.

The twins come back with a ton of candy in their boo buckets.

You've passed out most of the candy.

The twins let you and Ransom go through the candy.

But Ransom steals all of the Snickers.

You help yourself to a few peanut butter cups.

"DADDY!"

Ransom doesn't think the twins notice, but they do.

They've caught on.

You watch Hocus Pocus at the end of the night.

Steve Rogers:

It's Steve's first Halloween since he came out of the ice.

He feels overwhelmed.

He goes to the store to get some candy to pass out, and is amazed that there are several bags of literally every kind.

He's amazed that candy can now come in smaller packs.

You explain that it's easier to fill up sacks and buckets this way because the smaller packs take up less room.

He then sees several racks of costumes, ranging from Superman to Iron Man to Captain America.

Sexy Captain America?! He's never seen such a costume for a lady.

You're dressing as a 1940's USO girl, because Tony has to have the biggest Halloween party in New York.

You and Steve pass out candy.

He sees a few Captain America's.

Later, you and Steve attend Tony's party.

The after party festivities are the fun part.

Steve can't keep his hands off of you.

Your costume is immediately thrown on the floor.

It looks better that way.

Steve's costume is thrown across the room, he dressed as a military man.

You wake up the next morning in your boyfriend's arms.

Little do you know that he has another surprise in store for you a few days later.

You and Steve have another round in the morning.

Screw it.

You're both spending the entire day naked in bed.

Now this is the best Halloween.

Jake Jensen:

It's your first Halloween with the girls.

The twin girls are dressed up as bears because it's a cold Halloween, so you and Jake have to bundle them up.

They look so cute in their bear costumes.

Jake's niece and Jake's sister can't stop holding them because of how cute they are.

You put them in the double stroller.

They look so cute lying there in their bear costumes with their pacifiers in their mouths.

You try to go around the block, but come back after going about halfway down.

The girls have fallen asleep in their strollers.

You and Jake put the girls in their sleepers, and get them in their cribs.

After a while, they cry because they're hungry.

They cry again when they need a change.

You and Jake wonder how is this possible for both to be hungry then need a change at the same time.

Jake and you miss his sister's party because you and Jake have fallen asleep after a while, so it just made sense for the family to go to bed.

Johnny Storm:

You're sick with the flu on Halloween.

Which is too bad because you had an awesome costume.

You would be dressing as a sexy school girl.

Which would have turned your boyfriend on and you both would have had some adult fun time much later that night.

Johnny is bringing you bowls of chicken soup, cups of warm ginger ale, and whatever else you need.

Including cuddles.

He's immune to sickness for some reason.

You're jealous.

You and Johnny both binge watch the Treehouse of Horror marathon.

It's the best.

You got to be taken care of by your boyfriends, and Johnny realizes that he's going to spend the rest of his life with you.

He proposes to you on Christmas, he already bought the perfect ring months ago.

You make up for it on Valentine's day.

On that day, you and Johnny conceive your son Jake.

#chris evans #johnny storm #jake jensen #steve rogers #colin shea #halloween #happy halloween

[mueritos]

Hi! As a fellow trans dude who has recently discovered his autism at the ripe old age of 26, I can wholly sympathize with how you’re feeling right now. Everyone’s experiences are different, but from what you described we have very similar ones. I get extremely overwhelmed in loud, cramped situations to the point of losing speech, I get irritable and angry when planned events don’t adhere to my scheduled expectations, and certain frequencies (like clattering cutlery, loud drum beats through speakers, etc) make my nerves go haywire. What I can say is that you don’t have to call yourself autistic if you aren’t comfy with that, however it may help to learn and lean into autistic coping mechanisms for overstimulation (which sounds like that is happening during those social situations) like acquiring stim toys to help regulate, bring sensory dampeners like ear plugs (loop is a great company that makes ear plugs that block out certain frequencies for different situations), and listen to your body and your mind. If you can tell you’re starting to shut down, don’t force yourself to be like everyone else and stay if that isn’t what you want/can handle. It took me a long time to accept that I’m NOT like neurotypical people and i don’t have to pretend like I am just to fit in with the vibe. Do what feels best for you and your needs — no one else’s opinion is more important than that. If you find that you really do want to stay but can tell you’re shutting down, sometimes taking a break in a quiet space like a bathroom can help, and you can return after feeling better. I also highly recommend finding someone you trust in those situations who can help you leave if necessary. Whether it’s literally getting you out, or making it more socially acceptable/comfortable for you, I can personally attest to how much better it is when you can confide in someone about your needs in those moments and allowing them to assist you. Also, if it helps to know, I am not formally diagnosed as autistic for a variety of reasons, namely the things that can be denied of those with a formal diagnosis (like gender affirming care), but I have several autistic friends who have helped guide me to this conclusion and my life is much better for it. I know who I am and why I am Like This, and every day is easier knowing the ways I can actually help myself instead of questioning why I’m not like “everyone else”. I don’t need a diagnosis for that, and I’m happier this way. If you don’t want one either, that’s okay. Being autistic comes with a lot of ups and downs, but truly learning how to live with your brain and the way it works can lead you to so much light. The first time I let myself stim out of joy was a euphoric experience. I promise you that being autistic isn’t all sensory overload. I wish you all the best on this journey <3

thank you 😭 this is really sweet and really really helpful. I don't think I'm looking for a diagnosis either, mostly because I doubt most places I can get one will fully respect me or my experiences. I also don't want it to impede on getting GA care. Other than that, I feel like these symptoms have prolly been around for a long time, but it wasn't until a few years ago that I've been able to focus on them because HRT has made me have less turmoil. I guess my brain decided now was the time to start unraveling these experiences.

I relate though, and I genuinely dislike when plans are thrown off schedule or when things don't go the way I expect them to. It has made me rigid and become irritable when things change. For example, i was at a party that I was told would end at 10, except no one left, and I felt forced to stay an extra 2 hrs and I become overstimmed and silent. Other times it has happened when I already have a low social battery, and someone wants to be spontaneous and go do more social stuff.

I will say I have been focusing more on letting myself stim as well. I rock and fidget a lot more than I used to, and I rock forward quickly and sometimes shake my hands when I'm laughing (it's a lot easier to hide it when I'm laughing). Other times, I rock forward and shake my hands as I'm about to eat because i'm so excited. (I love food!!!!). It's also been in the way I process stuff, like taking things literally, delays in hearing, not being able to multi-task, being angry at being interrupted/distracted, being detail orientated, and I seek and avoid certain sensory stuff that aligns with other common autistic experiences (avoid bright lights/heavy noise, but seek pressure and low stimulation).

but I thank you for your input, it definitely makes me feel a lot better about having these experiences and also not being sure about taking on a label or not...i know self-dx is just as valid as an official diagnosis, but I can't deny these experiences and I also can't deny that autistic ways to cope with the world and with stimulation is working with me. It helps to learn about other people's experiences and compare it with mine, but also to know there are a lot of people in the same boat who are unsure or questioning :,)

#muertoresponds #asd #self suspecting autism #ty ty honestly #it really makes me feel better

[rquerdo]

OOAK Kingdom Hearts Chest

Hey party people!

So a while back, I had two boxes that were from a DIY Thanksgiving kit and thought, "wouldn't it be cool to make a Kingdom Hearts Chest?" As a kid, I've always wanted one-and now that I'm old enough to buy the materials, now's the perfect opportunity. Funny yet, later on the process, I've decided that it wasn't going to be for me but for my nephew in his upcoming baby shower. I bought a lot of gifts for him so I thought this would be a cool add-on.

Here I will send you screenshots as well as my thought process/encounters; First off, materials.

I have used the following (Quantity depends on the sizing of the box):

Cardboard (I recommend stiff boards), Acrylic Paint (Warm Yellow, Blue, and Black), Door Hinges, Paint Varnish, Modeling Foam*, Foam Rolls*, fabric, Spackling, scissors, x-acto knife, plaster rolls. Sanding paper or blocks.

*I recommend using Worbla instead of both the modeling foam and foam rolls, I explain why further down.

DISCLAIMER: I'm no professional. I will be pointing out the flaws that I've encountered throughout the process-it is up to you if you want to follow along or find a better alternative.

First off, here's what we are working with. Ideally the shape is more rounded I bought about 3 to 4 stiff boards to act as my foundation. After I've placed the stiff boards down in place, I then placed some plaster rolls to hide the seams from each stiff board planks.

At this point, I figured the bottom looked weird. So I did the same process for what I've done on the top.

I'm glad that I ended up doing this because I knew the cardboard base was not going to hold for a while. I've made some supports (don't know what these would actually be called) so that I don't have to stack the stiff boards two or three times. If this was regular cardboard, I wouldn't do it since cardboard's weak when it comes to carrying weight, but luckily this held up throughout the process of making it.

Time for the speckling.

Overall, this process was overwhelming. At this point, I thought I messed up since the speckling didn't want to adhere to the chest at first. However, with lots of patience and elbow grease, I've managed to get it done! I had to do this in multiple layers since soft speckling tends to go everywhere. When it's harden, it's easier to work with.

Oh, and yes this step was very messy. Especially when it came to sanding.

Overall, the chest ended two of my sanding block's lives and created a huge mess. Please sand with caution; don't inhale the dust! I know that there are methods to reducing the dust flying everywhere (like using water), but I was afraid to do since I've never used speckling for a project before; not sure if it would affect the cure process of some sort.

Once sanded, I then made a sketch of where everything will be going and how I want the pattern to be. I knew I wanted to make my own version of the chest instead of trying to make it a carbon copy of it, so I've implemented some key parts (like the keyhole and crown), but everything else was loosely altered.

Just cutting the keyhole alone took me about 2 hours. I wanted to make sure that it was symmetrical and stayed in place nicely. I used Foam Rolls to create the trimming however I highly recommend using worbla instead. My local art store did not have any more worbla so I figured that this was another alternative. I found it difficult to work with and when gluing it in place, it would want to come out. Worbla tends to get sticky when heat is applied so glue might not even be necessary if you plan on applying a lacquer on the entire chest.

To hide the foam seams, I decided to use modeling foam. This...was another medium that I found interesting. Applying it is not as difficult but when it's exposed to air for about 10 minutes, the foam gets extremely sticky. Imagine slime without the activator, or imagine playing with a melted marshmallow. Again, it would just be easier to use worbla.

I knew I wanted the chest to open...like a chest so I got some door hinges. So the screws provided were too small for the chest so I ended up buying longer screws. Overall, I wish I had a drill to better secure the screws and bolts together, but not the worst thing ever. Still stays in place.

The paint job was fun, but difficult..my goodness...

I knew the modeling foam would stick out like a sore thumb and unlike other clay or pastes, you can't sand it. So I got my hot glue and created some texture which I think did a well-good job on hiding the foam. While contemplating about the overall design, I thought it would be cool to give the yellow a metallic, gold sheen to it. I thought it was a good move. I love how the hot glue sticks out with the gold compared to just using the yellow paints.

Oh the inside... It's a hot mess.

Instead of trying to paint, sand and use even more modeling foam. I've decided to hide this ugly mess with some fabrics that I have around from previous projects.

I've glued some gold fabric onto some felt (not necessary to be honest). and applied it on the base and the roof of the chest. I didn't have any blue fabric but I did have some shiny purple fabric. I think it works well with the gold.

(I know the base looks like silver but I guarantee you that it's gold)

After applying two layers of lacquer to prevent the paint from chipping, I'm finally done!

So happy with how this turned out! To be quite honest, this project took forever to finish. I think I spent about 15 hours on it? I know for some people, that sounds ridiculous but let me remind you that this is the first time for me and this entire project had a lot of trial and error.

I know there's a lot of flaws with it but one thing about me, I like to cherish my artwork-even if it's a hot mess.

Self Critiques:

Not use foam rolls/ modeling foam but rather worbla.

Pay more attention to how the chest looks opened and closed

Be more patient when applying the fabrics inside the chest. It looks messy in my opinion and I know I could've been more patient when cutting and folding the seam allowance.

Invest in a drill. the latch is not exactly the most secured when opening.

#ooak #kingdom hearts #instructions #chest #treasure chest #kingdom hearts treasure chest #kh #life size #life size chest #twitchartist #twitchstreamer #art #smallartist #digitalart #etsy #commissions #commissionsopen #twitch #crafting #smallcrafter #blue #gold