#hey uh floyd what the fuck are you saying??
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#hey uh floyd what the fuck are you saying??#trolls#dreamworks trolls#i feel no shame for making this#just like JD feels no shame airing out his pits like that#trolls 3#trolls band together#trolls branch#trolls john dory#trolls floyd#they're roommates now and they live in a sitcom#my art#trolls comic#i came up with this while walking the dog today#i kept repeating it in my head all the way home just so i wouldn't forget it#so much for enjoying a walk in the snow ajdbscbsdjhc
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Stiff Competition | Bob Floyd x Reader
Summary: After visiting your bakery one time, Bob has a crush on you. The only problem is, so do all of the other guys.
Warnings: Fluff and some swears
Length: 2500 words
Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female Reader
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Bob quietly followed his friends inside the trendy, new bakery that opened near base. He had become so accustomed to the bickering between Hangman and Rooster, he found it almost soothing, even early on a Monday morning.
"No way," Bradley said, shaking his head at Jake. "You're wrong, and now you're just being stubborn."
Jake sighed calmly. "I'm just saying, there's no way anyone, Fred included, would pick Velma over Daphne. It's unrealistic."
Bradley grunted in response. "Whatever. Smart girls are always hot."
Bob just cradled his forehead in his hand and let the rich smell of fresh coffee and baked goods wash over his senses. All three men in their khaki uniforms shuffled forward as the line moved.
"Holy shit," Bradley and Jake muttered softly and in perfect unison.
"Do you see what I see?" Bradley asked, staring entranced at the sight before him.
"Oh hell yes, I do," Jake confirmed with a nod.
Bob immediately looked in the direction they were staring, and his breath caught in his throat. All three of them were now eyeing you up where you stood behind the counter. You were smiling at one of the patrons and filling a pastry box with donuts.
"She's kinda hot," Bradley whispered.
"Better than that. She's fucking gorgeous," Jake replied.
Bob silently agreed with them, noting the adorable smudge of flour on your cheek. He had always been a little shy, a little timid around women. And he was not about to get into a dick measuring contest with Bradley and Jake. He would just let the two of them fight it out, because Bob was never the one to get the stunning girl.
When it was their turn to order, Bob watched the other two men trip over each other to get to the counter first. You smiled at each of them in turn, your gaze lingering on Bob and making him blush.
"Hi! What can I get for you fellas?" you asked the three of them, and Bob completely forgot what he was going to order.
"Hey, gorgeous. What would you recommend?" Bradley asked in a deep and raspy voice as he leaned against the counter and peered at you over his aviators.
You chuckled and shook your head. "I would recommend the citrus muffin with orange zest."
"Perfect, I'll get six of those," he said, his smile twitching below his mustache. "I'm Bradley, by the way."
"And I'm Jake! And I'll get a dozen muffins." Bob watched Jake flash you a megawatt smile, and he wished he could be half as charming.
"A dozen muffins?" you asked Jake. Your eyes skimmed back over Bob's face with an amused glint in your eye.
"Actually, I'll take two dozen," Bradley said, changing his order and glaring at Jake.
"So you want a total of three dozen muffins?" you asked before turning toward the bakery case. "Okay.... seems excessive," you muttered.
Bob watched you intently as you packed up bakery boxes of muffins and entered them into the register. You must have known what was going on here, but you just smiled at the three of them as you worked.
"Anything for you?" you asked, flashing Bob a smile that made him feel a little nervous. "You're awfully quiet back there."
"Uh, just a small coffee, please," he muttered, getting out his wallet and trying to stay cool.
"One hundred and twenty eight dollars is your total," you announced, and Jake and Bradley both tried to get you to take their credit cards at the same time.
"I've got it, I insist," Bradley said.
"Use my platinum card," Jake announced loudly.
"Use mine. His will definitely be declined," Bradley replied, trying to nudge Jake out of the way.
You carefully took one in each hand and said, "Um... I'm just going to split it between both cards. How does that sound?"
When the enormous quantity of muffins had been collected, and you handed Bob his coffee, he forced himself to meet your eyes. "Thank you, miss," he said softly, as your fingers grazed against his. "You have a lovely day."
Bob watched you bite your lip as he tucked five dollars into the tip jar and nodded his head at you.
"Thanks. See you soon, I hope," you called as he turned to leave. Bob glanced back one last time as he exited the bakery, and you were still looking at him.
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On Tuesday at lunchtime, Bob was about to eat the sandwich he had packed, but Jake suggested going back to the bakery.
"I hope she's working again today," Bradley said, grabbing his car keys.
Jake nodded enthusiastically. "Hot little piece like that, she's gotta have a boyfriend."
Bradley snorted. "Wouldn't be the first time I've stolen a girl from another guy."
"What makes you think she'd pick you when I'm available?" Jake asked.
Bob just tuned them out until they all arrived at the bakery. He was hoping to see you again too, but he just wanted to listen to your voice and watch you smile. He'd let the other two do most of the talking. They were good at that sort of thing.
"Gorgeous," Bradley called you. "How've you been?"
"Fine," you replied, once again smiling at the three of them. "What can I get for you today? Another coffee for you?" you asked Bob, and he just nodded in reply. He didn't need more caffeine today, but he wanted you to hand him the cup again. He'd just give it to Phoenix when he got back on base.
Bob listened to the other two men once again order more pastries than anyone could ever need, and this time Jake pulled a massive wad of cash out of his wallet and insisted on paying for everything. Bradley had a sour look on his face that he tried to hide when you smiled at him and handed him two bags of food.
Then he stood to his full height, chest puffed out. "Thanks, gorgeous," Bradley said, sliding his aviators back into place. Bob watched Jake try to stand as tall as Bradley, failing and looking ridiculous in the process. Bob just closed in on himself a little more, trying to blend his tall frame into the background.
"And your coffee," you said, handing the disposable cup to Bob with another beautiful smile. His hand shook when he accepted the cup, and a little bit of the beverage sloshed down the sleeve of his flight suit and splashed onto the counter.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Bob muttered, setting down the cup and reaching for the napkins.
"No, it was my fault," you assured him. "I'll clean it up, you don't have to."
"Bob!" Jake called from the doorway. "What's the holdup, man? You coming?"
"Uh, I'll meet you at the car," he replied, mopping up the drink and drying his sleeve.
"Your name's Bob?" you asked him softly.
He glanced up to meet your warm gaze and nodded once. "Yes. I'm Lieutenant Robert Floyd, but everyone calls me Bob," he said quietly.
You smiled and told him your name. "Here you go, Bob. These are on the house. Sorry I spilled your coffee."
Bob took a small paper bag from you and picked up his coffee cup once more. "Oh, that's not necessary. It was my fault."
"I insist," you told him. "See you again soon?"
He looked down at his feet and smiled. "Yes. See you again soon."
"I can't wait."
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On Friday morning, Bob was a nervous wreck. He'd been thinking about you all week, but he knew the other guys had been, too. They had been talking about you a lot, but Bob was too shy to tell them he was also interested in you.
He'd given the coffee to Phoenix the other day, but he smiled when he opened the bag and found a croissant. His favorite. It seemed like you knew. And it was flaky and perfect, and he couldn't wait to see you again and get another one.
"Bakery time!" Bradley announced. "Time to visit the hottie. You coming, Bob?"
Bob fell into step behind him and Jake, but then Reuben and Javy were joining as well. "Everyone's coming today?" Bob asked, squeezing into Reuben's car along with the other four.
"Yeah, can't wait to see this girl," Javy said.
"Heard she's sexy," Reuben agreed.
Bob just stared out the window and sighed. He was just going to have to get over his crush on you. It was the only way to keep his heart from breaking. He wouldn't look at you, and he wouldn't talk to you. And he definitely wouldn't eat another croissant.
He shuffled into the bakery behind the others, and there you were. He tried to look at all of the baked goods in the case, but you greeted him by name. You greeted only him by name.
"Hi," he managed, and the other four guys turned to glare at him.
"Gorgeous, what would you recommend today?" Bradley asked you.
"Blueberry muffins are good today," you replied, and you started packing up a box full at Javy's request.
"So, how long have you been working here?" Reuben asked, leaning so far across the counter, he may as well have just jumped over.
"I'm the owner and primary baker," you told them, and Bob was so impressed.
"Wow, gorgeous. Your muffins are really famous around here. We can't stop coming back for more," Bradley said, smirking at you. But you were looking at Bob again as he inched forward.
"Did you make the croissant? It was very good," he told you, unable to look away.
You beamed at him. "I did. They're my specialty."
Bob swallowed hard, all four guys looking at him in surprise now. "Could... uh, could I have another one? I'll pay for it this time though, if you don't mind. It was delicious."
"Of course, Bob. Anything you want." You turned to get a bag ready, and Bob thought he might faint.
Jake turned and mouthed at him, "Anything you want?"
Bob just shrugged and made his way toward the register. He was pouring sweat in his flight suit, trying to stay as calm as possible. You met him at the other end of the counter and smiled as you slid a bag and a small coffee his way.
"Three dollars," you told him softly, as if you could tell he was nervous, but you didn't seem to mind.
"What about the coffee?" he asked as he adjusted his glasses.
"On the house."
Bob quickly paid you for the croissant, as he could already hear Jake and the others getting restless.
Jake leaned across the counter as you ran his credit card. "You interested in pilots?" he asked with a smirk.
You just swiped the card and handed it back to him. "You're all pilots?" you asked, smiling at all of them.
"Nah, Bob here is just a backseater," Reuben said loudly, slapping Bob on the back and nearly spilling his coffee.
"Oh, so Bob's the brains of the operation? Sounds about right," you said, sending a subtle wink in his direction.
Bob's ears felt a little fuzzy and his collar felt a little too tight. Maybe he had imagined the wink. Yes, that must be it.
The guys all hooted, and Jake said, "Well sure, Bob's smart and organized, but that's not as exciting."
You just shrugged. "Still sounds exciting to me. Hope you guys all have a safe flight this afternoon. Enjoy your croissant, Bob."
He floated out onto the sidewalk with the others, still in a daze.
"What the fuck, guys? She likes Bob the best?" Javy said in disbelief as they all walked back to the car. "Hangman and Rooster, you two really dropped the ball."
"Does she?" Bob asked quietly. "She likes me?"
Reuben shoved half a muffin into his mouth and grinned. "You should ask her out, man."
Bob thought about asking you out the whole drive back to base and as he walked to meet up with Phoenix. When he finally opened the bag to eat his croissant, he saw that you had put three inside.
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Late Saturday morning, Bob paced around outside of the bakery with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He'd peeked in through the window and saw that you and another girl were working, but he'd lost his nerve. He was on the verge of heading back to his car and calling it a day when the door opened, and he could smell the croissants.
"You can do it," he told himself and rushed inside before he could turn around.
"Bob!" you called with a bright smile. "Back for more croissants?"
He took a deep breath and headed toward you. He noticed you were looking at the flowers in his hand, but you didn't say anything or rush him to respond, which he appreciated. You just smiled and leaned on the counter.
"Yes, I would like another croissant," he muttered, and you pushed up from the counter to get it for him. "Actually, I would like two. But you need to let me pay for both of them today."
"Okay. Sure, Bob," you said with the tiniest smile as you put two into a bag. But now you didn't look as happy, and he wanted to kick himself. How had he messed this up already?
He met you at the register, and you asked him, "So, are the flowers for your wife? Or your girlfriend?"
"Oh, neither," he said, lifting them a little higher. "I don't have either of those."
You looked up at him and bit your lip. "Who's the extra croissant for?"
Bob watched your lips as you waited for him to answer. He was sweating, but he was in too deep to turn back now. "I, um... thought maybe we could eat them together. When you're done working. If you're not too busy."
Your smile lit up your face again. "I would like that."
Bob's smile matched your own. "You would?"
"Yeah," you told him with a nod. "You're so sweet. Much better than your friends. Are those flowers for me?"
Bob looked at the floor as he felt himself blushing. "Oh, yeah," he said, handing them to you. "Of course they are."
He watched you disappear into the kitchen for a minute, only to reappear without the flowers or your apron. Then you joined him on his side of the counter. Without any hesitation, you placed one hand on his shoulder and kissed his cheek.
"Let's go for a walk," you told him, and Bob's heart was absolutely pounding for you. "I know a nice bench, perfect for eating croissants."
Bob felt you lace your fingers through his, and he held your hand in his larger one. "Lead the way."
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This fic is for my Bobby loving friend Alex!!! @bradshawsbitch
Thanks to Alli @beyondthesefourwalls for giving this a read for me.
I hope I have done our Loverboy Bob justice!
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Ace: Oi~ Grim~!
Grim: Mryah! What do you want?!
Ace: Ask your guardian for help~.
Grim: Mryah! No! My hench-human is already busy! And they're going to tease me if they find out what happened!
Ace: What? They're going to know because of that sea anemone on your head.
Grim: Mrhmm... I can just play dumb!
Ace: Tch. You're being stubborn. I'll tell them and you cannot stop me.
Grim: Mrryaaaahhhh!!! No!!!! *starts tackling Ace*
Ace: Wha— Get off me!
Grim: Don't tell my hench-human!
MC: Tell what?
Ace and Grim: AHH!
MC: What's that stupid thing on your head, Grim? Dummy hat? *smirks* Suits you.
Grim: ...
Grim: *starts crying* NRYAAAAAAHHH! Hench-human! *flies to their arms*
MC: Hm? Why are you crying? Don't tell me it's because I called your hat stupid?
Ace: That's not really... You see that on his head and on mine? They're sea anemones.
Ace: We got this after not reaching the top 100 in exams.
MC: Ah... *looks at Grim* Pft—
Grim: Don't laugh at me! Huu...
MC: So... Is that permanent?
Grim: *cries even more*
Ace: It will last a year, unless you help us?
MC: And why would I do that? You botched your exams. That's not my problem.
Ace: But aren't you worried about Grim? He's crying and feeling helpless!
MC: Nah~. That should teach you a lesson. Let's go, Grim. There's a huge steak waiting for you at the dorm.
Grim: I can't... *sniffles* I need to work at the Monstro Lounge...
Ace: Yeah! All of us with sea anemones are forced to work!
MC: Huh. So this stupid thingy is not just for embarrassment?
MC: ...
MC: Alright. Now I'm part of the business.
Azul: I can't possibly allow that...
MC: Why not?
Azul: The students involved signed a contract and they've agreed to follow all the terms.
MC: Huh. Is that so?
Azul: Yes. I know it's unfortunate, however—
MC: I'll work for you instead of Grim and the two dudes over there. *pointing at Ace and Deuce*
Azul: ...
Azul: For free?
MC: Don't be stupid. I'd still want a minimum wage.
Azul: That won't do.
MC: I'm a fucking skilled worker. Sure you heard I cleaned the whole school on my own.
Azul: ...
Azul: Can you work until closing?
MC: What do you take me for?
Azul: *smiles* Then, it's settled. Here are their contracts.
Ace: My name's Ace Trappola!
Deuce: And mine is Deuce Spade. Thank you so much!
Grim: Hench-human...
MC: What's your order?
Student A: Can you recommend something that is not on the menu? *snickers with his other classmates*
MC: Huh? Are you a fucking idiot?
The students: ...
MC: You go to a pizza place, you are expected to buy a pizza. It's the same when you go to a meat shop or steak house.
MC: You stupid bitch don't ask for a damn shit that is not on the menu. What? You think you're smart for doing that?
Student A: U-Um...
MC: What's your order and you better give me an answer that is on the fucking menu.
Student A: ...
Student A: Carbonara...
MC: *smiles* Now we're talking. Floyd! Four carbonaras on table 4!
Floyd: Coming right up~.
Ace, Deuce, and Grim: *watching them*
Deuce: Your guardian is amazing, Grim.
Ace: Yeah, yeah. Sure. But when are we going to order—
Jade: *sets dishes on their table*
Jade: *smiles* It's on the house.
Ace and Deuce: ...
Grim: Nyaha! These look good!
Ace: Uh... No offense. But why?
Jade: Azul is thankful that he accepted MC's offer. We have reached our quota and it isn't even closing yet.
Ace: Huh? Do you mean to say you've been getting more customers than before?
Jade: Yes.
Ace: Whoa...
Deuce: Hey, Grim! Don't just eat all the food by yourself!
Grim: What? It's my hench-human's hard work.
MC: *yawns* Go to sleep now, Grim.
Grim: Nryah... I'm so full..
MC: *when they're just about to close their eyes, receives a call* *tries to ignore it*
*their phone continues to ring*
MC: *clicks their tongue* *answers it* What?
MC: ...
MC: A modelling job?
MC: ...
MC: Nah. *hangs up*
Vil: ...
Vil: What the—
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Stupid teenager in love
Ace seems to be in deep denial about his feelings for the prefect. Everyone can tell the heartslabyul first year has feelings for the prefect of ramshackle but he’s still denying it! So, the rest of the first year gang take it upon themselves to help Ace come to terms with his feelings.
Ace trappola x gn! Reader
Genre: Fluff (shocker), the first year gang smacking some sense into Ace, Ace getting jealous, and um that’s it🤍
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A loud cackle can be heard in the lounge as some people nearby glanced at their booth and some even gave them weird looks. The first year gang side eye ace. They were all trying to have a serious conversation with the red head but he couldn’t even take the situation seriously!
“Me? In love with the prefect? HAHA! Please as if!”
“We never said that you were in love with them”
“Oh” His face heats up before he quickly looks away.
“But you guys are making it seem like I am!” He says as he rolls his eyes.
“Yeah, but we wouldn’t be surprised if you were” It was Jack who spoke as he sighs and shakes his head. Ace just groans as he slumps further down onto the chair.
“Jeez why do you guys even think I like the prefect anyway?” Everyone looked at him in utter disbelief as he continued to talk.
“Are you being serious right now?”
“Yer so dumb it’s actually making my head hurt!”
“I know you’re dumb, but I didn’t know you were this dumb”
“Hey!”
“It’s a shame your parents have you as their child!”
“Okay that's so not cool!” He glares at them before getting up from his seat and grabbing his bag.
“I don’t know how many more times I have to say this but I’m only going to say it once. I don’t like the prefect!”
And he stomps off.
The rest of the group give each other a knowing look.
“You thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Yep”
“Uh huh”
“Unfortunately”
“He’s a stupid teenager in love”
“Agree” they all say in unison”
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Giggles can be heard in the gym as Ace glowing glare is directed towards his upperclassman. The water bottle in his hand is crushed by how tightly he’s holding it.
“Jamil! You did really well in today's game!” You say as you hand him a water bottle. Jamil smiles and takes it from your hands. Thanking you before the two of you continue to talk.
“Oooo what’s got crabby so mad?” Ace was so busy glaring daggers at Jamil that he didn’t notice Floyd sneaking up behind him.
“Fuck off Floyd!”
“Eh? What did you just say?”
Shit
“Just leave me alone and go bother someone else”
“Mmm don’t wanna!~”
Ace just decides to ignore him as he continues to watch you and Jamil interact.
Why do you look so happy? And why are you being all touchy touchy towards Jamil?! Do you like him or something?
As ace continues to list off all the different possibilities about why you were so close to Jamil, that he didn’t notice the ball that was heading towards him at a ridiculously fast pace.
“Ace!”
“Ace look out!!”
He snaps out of his thoughts and his eyes turn to look at you.
“Huh?”
SMACK!!
The loud sound of a ball hitting something was heard in the gym as gasps echoed across the whole room.
Ace felt his whole face burn as he hisses at the impact of the ball hitting him. He groaned as he felt liquid fall from his nose.
“Ace!” He slowly opened his eyes to be met with your worried face.
He could feel his whole face flush
“Ace! Oh my sevens are you okay?”
“Floyd, why'd you do that?!”
“He was ignoring me and being rude!” Jamil just sighs as he massages his temple and sucks in a deep breath.
“Prefect, You don’t mind taking him to the infirmary do you?”
“Of course not! Ace c’mon I’m taking you to the nurses office!”
“Ughh”
“Floyd”
“Aww you guys are so boring and mean! It was funny!”
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The trip to the nurse’s office was quick. You sat next to Ace as he held the ice pack near his injury. He was mumbling stuff under his breath as he stared into space.
“Ace”
Nothing
“Acee”
Still nothing
“Ace!”
“Huh” He hisses and holds his head as a massive headache forms. You quickly pass him a water and make- well more like force him to lay on your lap.
“What’d you do to make Floyd throw a basketball at you?” He scoffs as he rolls his eyes.
“I didn’t do anything!” He winces when he feels the headache come back again.
“Well you must’ve done something! He said you were ignoring him and being rude”
“What?!” He regrets it once his head starts hurting again.
“You should stop moving and shouting too much! That’s why your headache keeps coming back to get your ass!”
“Whatever”
“Anyways, what did you do?”
“I already told you, I didn’t do anything” he mumbles. Enjoying being able to lay down on your lap.
Wait what?
No he’s not enjoying it! He’s just trying to get comfortable!
“Mm that’s not what Mr mood swings said”
“Ugh I don’t-“ He stops his sentence once he remembers.
Right
He was to busy glaring daggers at Jamil that he didn’t bother paying attention to Floyd
“Fuck my life” He says as he closes his eyes.
You tilt your head in confusion before continuing to comb your hands through his hair.
It was silent. Neither of you were talking and the two of you didn’t mind that. It was rather a comfortable silence.
That is until the doors to the infirmary were slammed open.
“What happened?”
“Ha you dummy! What ya do to make Floyd throw a ball at you?” Epel laughs as ace glares at him.
“Shut up you dwarf!”
“Eh?! Oh you little-“
“That’s enough” You thank Jack as he just nods at you before looking down at Ace who was currently laying on your lap. He raises a brow before looking at the others.
Deuce, epel, and sebek give each other a knowing look before deuce smirks.
“I see you're doing okay now. Do you feel comfortable ace?” You can hear the slight tease in his voice as you only chuckle.
The red head only looks at him confused until he realizes that he’s laying on your lap. He quickly shoots up but later regretting it as the headache from earlier quickly rushes to him.
“Shut up!” He quickly gets up before stumbling out of the nurse’s office.
“What’s up with him?” You ask. The others just shrugged.
If only you knew
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It’s been a constant battle with ace and the first years. They have been trying for the last couple of weeks to help Ace come to terms with his feelings towards you. But he’s just too stubborn!
He doesn’t believe he likes you that way!
You’re his friend! He’s the first friend you made when you first got here!
The two of you only see each other as friends!
Nothing more, nothing less.
Just friends
That’s what he likes to believe
He was still bitter at the way you were being all warm and cozy with Jamil BUT that’s because he doesn’t want you to replace him!
He definitely wasn’t jealous
Nope nada nu uh
Definitely not because of that
The walk to the mirror chambers felt longer than usual. He was busy scrolling through twsttok that he didn’t hear his name being called from behind him.
“Ace, don't make me throw something at you!”
Now that got his attention
He quickly turns around to only see you
You
“Mm? What do you want?”
“Ouch. You don’t want me around or something?” You joke and he just rolls his eyes.
“I was just teasing”
“Yeah I know” You walked beside him as he continued scrolling down the app.
“Where’s grim?”
“With the rest of the first years” He frowns. Weird, you never go anywhere without that furball.
“So why were you looking for me?”
“Hey I just wanted to spend some time with you” He felt his face flush.
Shit! Say something!
“Am I that charming that you couldn’t resist being away from me for too long?” He teases. He was trying so hard to not make it look like your words held so much power over him.
“Yeah you’re so charming that I can’t spend a second away from you”
His eyes widen
Okay he definitely didn’t expect that
You laugh as you smacked his shoulder
“What? You expected me to just stand there and say nothing back?”
“I well duh!” You rolled your eyes.
“No but seriously. I do want to spend some time with you”
“Well I can’t blame ya. I’m just toooo irresistible!”
“More like irritating”
The both of you laughed as you made your way to the mirror chamber.
Sevens, when was the last time Ace felt like taking someone out on a date and having the urge to kiss them?
His last relationship didn’t end all too well but with you. He just feels more…well alive.
But there’s no way in all of twisted wonderland that you won’t feel some sort of way for him.
“Y’know…I notice how weird you have been acting lately”
“Eh? Weird? Ugh, the weird one is you!”
“Shut up pea brain!” You smacked him as he only laughs.
You look cute when you’re all riled up.
“Anyways as I was saying! I noticed you have been acting rather strangely these couple of months”
“How?”
“Well for starters, you’ve been awfully clingy around me, you got ten times more protective, and you literally scare away every guy who tries to talk to me. Why’s that?” Ace's grip on his bag tightens as he tries to not look at you.
“Don’t know what your talking about”
“Oh c'mon you know exactly what I’m talking about”
“Nope. Not a single clue” You sigh as you stop walking completely.
“Ace” He stops walking and turns around to face you.
“What?”
“Why do you keep denying it?”
What
“What?” His brows furrowed as he frowned.
“Why do you keep denying that you like me?”
It’s almost like time stops completely. The two of you just stood there. Not saying a single word.
Until you spoke up
“Am I that bad or embarrassing for you to admit-“
“No!” You flinch at his tone and he immediately shuts up.
“No it’s not that! It’s just-“
“Then what is it? I've been waiting for a confession for ages yet you still haven’t told me anything!”
“Just tell me the truth. Do you like me or not?”
He just stood there. Shocked.
A flash of hurt was seen in your features before you sighed and turned around.
“Wait!”
You stopped and turned around to see Ace right in front of you.
Fuck it
“I do like you! I always have! I just never came to terms with my feelings because I knew you never saw me as something else but a friend!”
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
He did it
He actually did it
And he could feel himself cringe at the cheesy words but he didn’t care.
He wants you to know that he likes you. More than just a friend.
You stared at him before you broke into a fit of giggles.
“Huh? What’s so funny?”
“I know”
“What” you smiled at him before booping his nose.
“I said I know. I always knew you liked me. I was just waiting for you to finally say something”
WHAT?!
“HUH?!” You giggle before kissing his cheek.
“It’s okay because I also like you too!”
Ace just stood there frozen.
“Finally!”
“Sevens you were going to give me an aneurysm with how long you took to confess”
“Congratulations trappola! You finally gathered the courage to confess to the prefect!”
“Congrats dummy”
“Yuck! All this lovey dovey stuff is making me sick!” Grim complains as he sticks out his tongue. You only giggle before looking back at Ace who was still lost.
“You okay?”
“Yeah I am….why didn’t you ever say you liked me back?”
“Because I wanted you to say it first. It took some pushing but you still told me first nonetheless” He just shakes his head before smiling.
“But I guess it wasn’t a lie when I said that I was irresistible”
“Ugh fuck off”
Now it was his turn to laugh
They were right
He’s just a stupid teenager in love
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My very first fluff fic??😱 (I think… idk I forgot😭)
Anyways I just wanted to write something sweet and cute so I hope you guys like!🤍🤍🤍
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Could I request Idia, Malleus, Rook, Azul, Jade, and Floyd reaction when mc/Yuu turns into a goose? I was thinking something like mc/Yuu turned into a goose from a potion class accident, and they act like the goose from Untitled Goose Game, but cuddlier. Like they are still a little menace, but also want to be pet and cuddled.
If you don’t want to do this request I completely understand as it is a bit odd. I hope you have a great day/night!
When MC get turned into a GOOSE?!!
With : idia, malleus, rook, Azul, jade and floyd
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PT.1: idia, malleus, and rook
PT.2: azul, Jade, and Floyd
‼️⚠️ : gender-neutral MC/reader, swearing on the idia part, not proofread yet, maybe bad grammar( English r, not my 1st language guys)
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IDIA SHROUD !!
" HOUSEWARDEN THERE IS A GOOSE IN OUR DORMS, PLEASE HELP " one of the ignihyde students shouted and banging on idia door
Idia sighed at the absurd information that he was given why in the world there is a goose inside this highly protected dorm campus...
" hey, tell ortho about the problem, he will fix it faster than I do." he told the student.
" AGRH!! IDIA HOUSEWARDEN HELP ME THE GEESE ARE STOMPING ON ME!!" the ignihyde student desperately shouted.
What the fuck.
He was to open the door but suddenly without wearing the goose were charging into the door and accidentally hitting his feet instead....
" GAHHH!!" idia screamed "Ugh... Ortho there is a goose in here..." The goose stood In front of him with a somehow worried face looking at Idia who was holding at his feet because of the pain...
" huh, eh why did you have that...?"
" HONK " the goose quacks in a somehow desperate tone..
" could it be... (name)-SHI???"
" EH AIN'T NO WAY RIGHT HUH??" he hold the geese holding it while maintaining eye contact with it.
'You have a new massage from Ace!!' his computer notify
" read it " he commands the computer
'Ace chats you "Idia-senpai, did you see (name) i- uh I mean DEUCE accidentally turned them into a goose on the potion class... Please return them so Professor Crewel could turn them back!!" end of the massage'
He look at you with with wide eyes....
" uh... So you're (name)-shi?" he asked
" Honk....."
" ah- I see... Uh " he puts you down
"Sorry... So why are you here? Oh wait you cannot speak... " he got up from the floor and started to search for something in his drawers.
The "Ah here it is, here (name)-shi use this" he equipped the device into you
" Now you can speak " he smiled and sat in front of you
" a a a.. Test test, IDIA!! " you scream at him
" HUH YES- did I do something wrong???!!" he mildly panicked
" LOOK THAT STUDENT YOU NEED TO GET ORTHO AND TAKE HIM TO THE INFRAMARY!! "
Idia gasped...oh I forgot about HIM
"ORTHO ORTHO FAST COME INTO MY ROOM INJURED PEOPLE INJURED STUDENT"
After that ortho takes the injured student to the infirmary and you guys are having a good time together before turning you back into a human with Professor Crewel's assistance...
"Idia, don't tell anyone that I'm the one who stomps on that person..."
" yes.... Of course" he sought
MALLEUS DRACONIA !!
It was a normal night, he was about to visit the ramshackle dorms and have a small talk with you... And there he saw it
In front of a ramshackle dorm...
A goose? He asked to himself
No, not a goose it's child of man... Oh poor you how could this happen to you? He approaches you
"( name ) how could this happen?" he asked
You try to explain but only quack quack comes out from your goose mouth
" oh I see...so that happens, that we're a quite big mistake to happen in a potions class...how embarrassing of them..." he voiced his opinion with quite an angry tone
'Honk honk' you react
" of course, I do understand you child of man, what kind of magician do you think I'm?" he says with his iconic smirk
' honk...'
He picked you up carefully holding you close to him gah!! You can smell his perfume!!
' HONK ' you protest
" calm down I'm trying to find out what kind of potion they accidentally used to turn you like this.." he explains to you calmly
" HONK HOnk" you continued to protest while he were smirking turning the geese upside down spinning left and right
'oh, this is a simple potion spell, I can easily break it...but it would be a waste... If I turn them right away right?' he thought to himself
'Ho..nk HONK'
"Why am I smiling? Did I find something funny? No no child of man that was not the case" he chuckled and held you closer
' Honk....'
" I'm not lying, this potion that you are in right now is kinda hard to break I need some time to get to know it better...." he explains
' honk.....'
" oh don't be sad, I'll break it as soon as possible. Why don't we get inside I didn't want you to catch a cold" he smirked and hugged you inside
" I love you so much child of man"
It seems that Malleus had such a wonderful and memorable evening tonight with you <3
ROOK HUNT !!
Oh dear, what is this mess... He was trying to get into his science club room and he saw a bubble coming up the door.....
He sighed, he just wanted to have a small experiment with you in the room but he might have to wait for another day according to how the looks of the room you guys going to have....
" aa~ what a waste me and my dear going to have a small experiment on here, what happen here Rose Chevalier? " he asked Trey with a disappointed manner
"HOMK" you try to hug him out of fright
" gah! a goose? " he embraces you
"HONK HONK HONK!!" you try to explain to him
" ah... Our junior got into a potion problem and (name) accidentally got into the mess. And uh- how can I say it... And get turn into a goose "Trey let out while rubbing his neck
"oh! (name) my dear how miserable...." he hugged you closer and buried his face into your feather dropping 1 streak of tears...
' ho.....'
" I'll turn you back okay! I promised my dear..." he raised his head and looked you in the eyes with a determined tone!
'honk honk!'
"we're not going to miss our date together I promise, now let's get started. I'll make the cure my dear don't worry!!"
After that, he makes you the cure and you guys are having a great date exploring the island together with him. Huh? What happens to the club junior who accidentally potions you? Uh... You might didn't want to know about that
Haha...ha
I mean because of them you and Rook failed to get a cute lab date, ain't no way rook going to let them go so easily.....
lets just
pray for them...
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A/N: sorry for not posting for a while the exams are coming up lol, and I'm going to make separate parts for the Octatrio (which will be uploaded in 2-3 days) this fic is really fun to make tbh
A/n PT.2 : www I sorry I thought goose quack but apparently they honk... Please tell me if I wrote it wrong once again 😭😭😭
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When the Stars Align
Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Reader
This is my submission for the International Bob Floyd Fucks Month (hosted by @attapullman).
Summary: You (call sign: Stealth) find out your boyfriend’s been cheating on you for months the night before you’re leaving for a camping trip with friends. Will you act on the feelings you’ve been trying to ignore? The answer is yes.
WC: 3.1K
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut, oral (both m and f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), being called good girl 🤤, one bed kinda trope, mutual masturbation, etc.
“What’s up with Stealth?” Bob asks, nodding in your direction as you walk up the driveway. Your eyes are puffy like you haven’t slept in weeks.
“She broke up with Tyler last night. He’s been cheating on her for months,” Nat sighs, “I hurt for her, but I’m glad he’s gone. He was such an asshole.”
Bob’s heart races but he places it cool as he murmurs his agreement. It’s too soon, but his hope soars as he realizes he might be able to take his chance after years of silently pining after you.
“Hey guys! Sorry, I’m late. But I brought coffee!” You smile, juggling the tray of drinks, your sleeping bag, and duffle.
Bob takes your stuff, packing it into the van as you hand out the coffees.
“Thanks, Stealth,” Nat says, squeezing your shoulder. “You okay?”
You give a small smile and nod. “Yeah, actually. I’m tired, but I just feel relieved now.”
“Good. Maybe you can act on that little crush on Bob you’ve been harboring this weekend…” she replies, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Shhhh! I’ve only been single for like 12 hours, so it’s too soon….right?”
Jake interrupts before she can reply. “Alright, let’s get this show on the road. Campsite is 3 hours away, we’re burning daylight-hey!”
Bradley comes up behind him and slaps his ass. “Calm your tits, it’s barely 7. We can’t even check in until 11.”
“Well we have to account for traffic and bathroom breaks and…” Jake trails off as Bradley pushes him to the driver's seat as the rest of you pile into the van.
Javy and Natasha take the bucket seats, which leaves the back bench seat for you and Bob.
Bradley does a final check, making sure the tents and kayaks are strapped down before hitting the tailgate button and getting in the front seat before it closes.
No one notices that your sleeping bag fell out as Jake drives away.
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It was a fight to stay awake not even 15 minutes into the ride; you were exhausted. Your now ex-boyfriend had been blowing your phone all night and you’d only gotten about 3 hours of sleep.
You drift off and soon your head lolls onto his shoulder.
Someone’s running their fingers through your hair. Bob, you think as you get a hint of his comforting clean-laundry scent.
“Hey, we’re here,” Bob murmurs, rubbing your shoulder.
You startle, quickly sitting up. “Sorry! God, I’m so tired. Did I sleep on you the whole time?”
“Yeah,” he chuckles. “It’s alright, I don’t mind. You don’t snore like Bradley.”
“Hey! I do not!” Bradley turns back, offended.
“Yes, you do,” everyone replies in unison.
“It’s okay babe, it’s cute,” Jake says, pressing a kiss to his cheek before opening his door and getting out.
“It’s not cute,” Javy mutters under his breath, following suit.
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It’s late afternoon by the time everyone gets back to the campsite after your hike and it’s nearing dark by the time the tents are finally set up.
“So uh…we really didn’t think this through, did we?” Jake says, scratching the back of his neck as he looks at the 3 tents in front of them.
“It’s fine, you and Bradley can sleep in one, I’ll sleep with Stealth, and Bob and Javy can take the other,” Natasha offers.
“No, I know you and Javy hardly ever get to sleep by each other. Bob and I can share one. We’re adults and we each have our own sleeping bag. As long as you’re okay with that?” You ask, turning to Bob.
“Fine by me,” he answers, thankful it’s dusk so no one can see his flush.
“Perfect. Now, let’s have some drinks!” You say, opening the cooler.
“Are you sure?” Nat asks as you hand her a beer.
“I’m sure. It’ll be fine.”
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It wasn’t fine.
“What's wrong?” Bob asks as he rolls his sleeping bag out on the queen-sized air mattress.
“I can’t find my sleeping bag,” you sigh, zipping the door closed. “It’s not in the van, Bradley’s snoring and it sounds like Javy and Nat are…preoccupied. It’s okay though, I can just use the blanket I brought to put under it.”
“Won’t you be cold?”
Yes. “No, I think I’ll be okay.”
“You sure? You can take mine and I’ll use the blanket.”
“Yeah, I’m sure. Thanks though,” you smile up at him as you cover up.
He turns to set his glasses down and your mouth waters when his lean, muscular back is revealed as he takes off his shirt.
You look away, hoping he doesn’t notice your blush when he turns. He flicks the lantern off and climbs in, and you accidentally roll right into him. Damn air mattresses.
“Oof, sorry!” You stammer, scrambling away.
“It’s okay, my fault,” he replies, chuckling nervously. ‘G’night Stealth.”
“Night.”
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You. Were. Cold.
Shivering, teeth chattering cold. It was only in the low 60s, but you’d never handled being cold well.
Bob unzips his sleeping bag with a sigh and stands. “Hand me your blanket.”
“What? W-w-why?”
“Because you’re shivering. I’m going to put mine over us both and then we’ll put yours over it.”
“O-o-okay,” you agree, gasping when the cold air hits you. But it’s only for a second before the fleece-lined inside of his blanket covers you. He drapes your thin one over it and then gets under them both, drawing your back against his front.
“Just until you warm up, okay?” He murmurs near your ear, causing a different kind of shiver to roll through you.
“Mhmm,” you answer.
After a few minutes you’re finally getting warm, but you’re too comfortable to move and you drift off wrapped in his arms.
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You wake up to his quiet, breathy gasps and a sizable hard-on pressing into your ass.
Your nipples tighten as arousal shoots through you, settling between your legs at the sounds leaving him. He mumbles your name and continues to rut. He’s still asleep.
As much as you want to stay right where you are and see if he finishes, you wiggle from under his arm and stretch with a yawn.
You smile as he sleepily opens his eyes, a flush creeps in when he realizes what’s going on under the blanket but you act none the wiser. “Morning, I’m going to shower before it gets too busy. Wanna come?”
His eyes flutter close at your unintentional innuendo but he catches himself. “Yeah, sure. Uhhh…let me get my stuff and I’ll meet you out there.”
“Sounds good.” You reply, turning your back to get your clothes and shower bag together before unzipping the tent.
To your disappointment, he put his tee shirt back on. But to your amusement, he’s got his towel strategically placed in front of him.
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It’s thankfully a short walk to the bathrooms.
“I wonder if you’ll hear me sing,” you say, giggling at his expression. “I like to sing in the shower. Look, the bathrooms are connected.” You point to the 12-inch gap at the top of the wall between the bathrooms.
You wink and step into to the women’s side.
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Bob barely gets the shower curtain closed before he’s fisting his cock, biting his lip to keep from groaning. He jerks himself quickly, so worked up and trying to hurry so you’re not waiting but he freezes when he hears your soft, feminine moan. Was…was that you?
“Oh fuck,” he grunts quietly, gripping the base to stave off his orgasm when he hears you again.
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On the other side of the wall, you’re already getting close, so turned after months of mediocre orgasms from your own hand while watching mediocre porn; you hadn’t allowed yourself to think about Bob while masturbating when dating another man. Not to mention that the other man hadn’t ‘finished the job’ in over a year. But now you were single.
You grind the heel of your palm against your clit, and your core tightens as you teeter on the edge. You hear his soft curse and that’s all it takes for you to fall over the edge. A soft whimper escapes as the pleasure flows through you.
His answering groan has you clenching again but you sigh in disappointment when hear footsteps approaching the bathroom.
“You’re up early,” Nat calls from the shower beside yours.
“Yeah, I got cold. Hey, have you seen my sleeping bag?”
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You give Bob a nonchalant smile as you greet him outside the bathroom. “Nat hasn’t seen my sleeping bag. I’ll check with Jake and Bradley get too, but I’m guessing it got left behind somehow.”
“Gotcha. Hey, so-“ he starts but is interrupted by Bradley cooking breakfast.
“How do you guys want your eggs?”
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The morning was spent hiking and finished the afternoon kayaking on the lake. You caught Bob checking you in your bikini out more than once, but you were just as guilty, it was just easier to hide under your sunglasses.
You realize you hadn’t felt this light in years as you laugh around the bonfire later, listening to Jake telling a story about when he was a kid.
“I feel gross, I’m gonna hit the showers,” Jake says, slapping his knees and rising.
“Me too, I’ve got sand everywhere,” Bradley agrees.
Javy yawns, “I think I’m gonna hit the hay, Nat?”
She doesn’t respond as she’s already fast asleep with her hat pulled over her eyes.
A few minutes later it’s just you and Bob and the crackling of the fire under the stars.
“I never get to see the stars like this in the city, it’s so beautiful out here,” you murmur, eyes on the sky.
“Sure is,” he replies, eyes on you.
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It’s cold your tent. Again.
You fail to suppress your shivers as Bob slides under the blankets.
“Jesus Stealth, your feet are like ice!” He gasps as he brushes them with his own.
“Sorry. I don’t handle cold w-w-well,” your teeth chatter.
“I can tell. C’mere,” he chuckles, drawing you to him.
“Bob?” You murmur against his bare chest a few minutes later as his fingers trace along your spine.
“Yeah?”
“I like you…and I’ve liked you for a long time. I was already planning on breaking things off with Tyler in person next month when he was going to visit, but he made everything easier when I found out he cheated. I wasn’t even angry or upset. I was relieved…and kind of excited actually because that I could finally tell you how I feel about you and see if you feel the same way about-“
Bob cuts off your rambling by pressing a kiss to your lips. “I like you too, Stealth. I have for years.”
You smile and bring your lips back to his. He kisses you slowly and meticulously, memorizing every reaction he pulls from you.
Ever the gentleman, his hands don’t leave their position from the curve of your waist and the hinge of your jaw.
Time to literally take matters into your own hands.
He pulls from your lips with a gasp when you reach down and palm him.
“Oh my God, Bob. You’re huge,” you moan as you slip your hand down the front of his pants and grasp him.
You push gently at him and once he’s on his back, you trail kisses from his neck to his chest, smirking at the way he jolts when your teeth graze his nipples and continue your way south.
Your eyes widen at the size of his cock as it’s revealed when you tug his pants down.
That’s not gonna fit.
“Yes it will,” he chuckles breathlessly. You’re thankfully it’s dark as you blush, not realizing you said it out loud.
You bend forward and flick your tongue over the precum beading, moaning at the salty taste before licking him from base to tip, finally sucking his head into your mouth when he breathes, “Please?”
You get a little over half of him in your mouth before you’re fighting your gag reflex and have to let up.
You take a deep breath and suck him sloppily a few times, letting the excess saliva as lubricant for your hand to stroke what you can’t fit in your mouth. He sighs when you finally get into a good rhythm and pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail to watch you in the dim moonlight.
“Ah! Wa-wait, wait, Stealth! I’m gonna cum,” he pants, tugging gently on your hair.
But you shake your head as you continue, tears leaking as you resist the urge to gag when his tip kisses the back of your throat. His body starts to tense and your teary gaze meets his as your free hand cups his sac and gently tugs.
His eyes squeeze close and he scrambles for your pillow, holding it over his face to muffle his deep groan as cums.
Your arousal coats your thighs and you rub them together to get some sort of relief as swallow it greedily with a quiet moan of your own.
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You give him a shy smile as he sets the pillow aside and the next thing you know you’re pinned under him with your shirt rucked up to your chin. He’s working you into a frenzy by alternating between your breasts, his fingers pinching and pulling at your nipple while he laves and sucks the other.
You need more. “Bob? I’m ready,” you pant, fingers combing through his hair, gently tugging to bring him back up to you.
“You really think I’m gonna let you blow my mind and not return the favor?” He chuckles lowly before pressing a kiss between your breasts then lifting himself to tug your pajama shorts off.
He settles back between your thighs, but you stop him. “Wait! You don’t have to do…that. I-I mean I’m ready to go.”
“Do you not want me to?” He asks, causing you to shiver as his warm breath caresses you.
“I don’t…know? Do you want to? Tyler only did it a few times when we first started dating but could never get me off, then he kind of just stopped and said guys don’t actually like doing it. Gave me a complex,” you laugh awkwardly.
“Another reason he’s a fucking idiot. Yes, I want to. If you’ll let me?” He asks, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.
You nod, hesitant, but any nervousness is forgotten with the first pass of his tongue. Your head falls back against the pillow as he licks into you with his tongue. “Fuck you taste good,” he murmurs against your clit, flicking it gently with his tongue before he grips your ass and pulls you closer.
He doesn’t hold back as he devours you; the perfect variation of sucking, licking, and nipping. A strangled cry is ripped from your throat when he presses his fingers in and curls them against your g-spot.
“Stealth? You okay?” Nat calls sleepily from their tent 15 feet away.
You clench around his fingers, trying to still them as you try to reply steadily. “All good, j-just a dream.”
“Mmkay, G’night.”
“Night,” you answer just as an intense orgasm hits you. You taste the coppery hint of blood as you bite your lip to keep from making noise.
“Mmm,” Bob hums quietly as he works you through it, slowly only when you start to twitch from overstimulation. You whimper when he places a light kiss on your clit before moving back up your body.
“I’m going to lay you on my bed and do that for hours when we get back,” he murmurs against your lips before pecking a kiss to your lips.
“I can’t wait,” you whisper, reaching down to rub the head of his cock between your legs and lining him up.
“Shit, I didn’t bring any condoms,” he sighs, his head dropping to your shoulder in frustration.
“I didn’t either. I do have an IUD though, and I was clean at my physical a few weeks ago before we deployed. I haven’t slept with Tyler in over 5 months and we always used a condom. We could go without if you’re okay with it?”
“I’m clean too, are you sure though?” He asks, arms shaking as he holds himself back.
“I’m sure, I want you to fuck me bare,” you whisper in his ear with a nip to his lobe.
A strangled noise leaves him at your words and he presses forward.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight,” he grits out, pausing to let you adjust halfway In.
You force yourself to relax, take a few deep breaths, and nod, “I’m okay, keep going.”
He groans in your ear when his hips finally meet yours; you whimper in his as he withdraws to push back in.
“Good girl, taking all of me,” he pants, groaning as you clench around him. “Yeah? You like when I call you a good girl?”
You mewl and nod, unable to form words as he angles his hips so your clit gets friction with each thrust.
You sink your teeth into his shoulder when your orgasm takes you by surprise. His jaw clenches and his rhythm falters but he manages to fuck you through it, not giving into his own release.
“You still cold?” He asks when you come back down, still thrusting into you lazily.
“Huh? Uh, no I’m good,” you reply, trying to catch your breath.
“Good.”
He kneels on the ground and pulls you to the edge of the mattress, flipping you onto your stomach. The air is pushed from your lungs when he presses back in; the new angle allows deeper thrusts right over your g-spot.
“Fuc-mmph!” You start, but Bob’s hand over your mouth cuts you off.
“Shhh,” he chuckles quietly. His other hand leaves your hip to dip between your legs, gathering your wetness and coming back up to circle your clit. “Be a good girl and get there again for me?”
Your eyes roll back and you can’t control the moan that leaves you as your orgasm slams into you, thankfully somewhat muffled by his hand.
He chokes as you clench rhythmically and follows you over the edge. He bites his lip to stay quiet and drapes himself over your back while he pumps you full.
He helps get your pajamas on and holds your hand as you walk to the bathroom on unsteady legs.
“I’ll wait for you out here,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“Mmkay,” you smile.
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Natasha walks in with a knowing smirk as you’re drying your hands.
“Must’ve been a good dream, eh?”
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Cowboy Take Me Away
Pairing: Cowboy!Bob Floyd x Cowgirl!fem!reader
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, thumb sucking, oral (male receiving), face fucking, slight overstimulation, it’s dirty... but its also short, not edited
A/N: cowboy!bob... orgasm! anyways, this is inspired by Cowboy Take Me Away by The Chicks
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Bobby just got back from deployment earlier this week and with the problems all around the property, I haven’t been able to welcome him back.
His family and mine have been neighbors since before we both were born.
“Hey hun, it’s our turn to feed the horses. I gotta get to town, can you do it?” my dad asked as he was looking around the house for his truck keys.
“Umm sure I guess.” I shrugged my shoulders as I slipped on my boots and putting on my trucker hat.
“Thanks! And maybe go say hi to Robert, i’m sure he’d like to see you.” he pushed the bill of my hat and left the door with a chuckle.
I quickly headed to the garage starting up the quad, my dog Boomer running in circles ready for the ride.
I hopped on and drifted out of the drive way and onto the acres of grass, Boomer running behind me as his ears flopped repeatedly.
Five minutes later, I parked in front of the wooden and brick stable. The doors already fully opened, I walked in making sure to check all of my sides.
Boomer running ahead of me, taking a sharp turn and barking. There was the mystery man, getting ready to wheel out the food for the stallions but petting Boomer with one hand.
“Bobby?” I called out to the man in a tight shirt, Wrangler jeans, and a cowboy hat.
He turned around, squinting to see who it was. As I walked closer, I can tell by his facial expressions that he realized it was me.
“Y/n!” he dropped the barrel of alfalfa and took long strides at me with a big smile on both of our faces.
I welcomed him with open arms, his arms hugging tight and his body warm against me.
He steps away and places his hands on his hips. “Booms almost had me in the bone orchard.” he bent down, scratching behind my furry companions ear.
“What are you doing here? I was gon come by and visit you.” I playfully scolded him as he began wheeling the food out to the aisle.
“I was gon take Pilot on a ride but saw that they’ve done ate all their food.” he was talking more like he was from California, his drawl barely there.
“Mind if I join?” I asked, hoping he gave the okay.
“Of course you can.” he smiled, opening up the gate of stall and scooping the pellets.
I helped him feed all eight horses in the herd stables that’s shared amongst our two families and the two across from us.
We both grabbed our separate horses and readied them up, putting on their head piece and saddles.
We pulled them out of the stables and mounted.
“Where to Bobby?” we slowly galloped as we decided on where to ride to.
“Cubby?”
My eyes lit up and my cheeks hurt from smiling when I heard of our childhood treehouse our fathers partnered up on building for us.
We signaled our rides to trot and head towards the playhouse.
Once we arrived, we tied up our horses to the base of the tree then we climbed on up. The wood was rickety, yet steady and sturdy still after all these years.
We walked around the small house, looking at all our old toys and carving, opening up the windows to see the view of our neighboring lands.
“I haven’t been up here in like 8 years” I whispered, swiping my finger along the dusty plastic table.
“I forgot this even existed until I saw you.” he chuckled. I can feel heat creep up onto my the apples of my cheeks.
I saw down onto the old plastic table that my dad added when we were younger, Bob leaned against the railing of the window with his back towards the view.
“How's umm uh.. Jeremy? That's his name right?” he squinted his eyes are the possible mistake of the name.
“Oh I broke up with him.” I went straight to the point of my past relationship.
“Really?” he asked, his eyes wider than before.
“Yep, I finally realized that he was just using me” his eyebrows furrowed from heading what that son of a bitch did. “Didn’t like him that much anyways.”
I shrugged my shoulders and Bob chuckled quietly.
“How about you? Any lucky Navy lady?” I asked, kicked my feet up onto the table and holding them to my chest.
“Nope.” he popped the ending of the word.
“What?” I yelled out in surprised. “You? Robby? Robert Floyd doesn't have a Navy Lady?”
I was in literal shock, my mouth open and jaw on the floor.
“Robby, please don't tell me you didn't fuck someone at least once while you were deployed.” I looked at him with wide eyes, waiting for his answer.
This was a typical conversation between us, it’s been like this since he told me about his first time jerking off in middle school.
“I just used my hand and pillow.” his hands rubbed across his face, normal signs showing that he was embarrassed.
“You're joking with me!” I had my hand covering my mouth, my feet now dangling off the little kiddie table.
“I’m not.” now rubbing at the nape of his neck.
“How about I help you and you help me?” I outed, keeping my eyes on him to see his reaction.
“What’d you say?” he crossed his arms.
“I haven't gotten off since I broke up with Jeremy a month ago, and well you were deployed for like 8 weeks without a proper orgasm.” I told him our struggles.
I can tell by the look on his face that he thought I was absolutely going mad. His face also looked like he wasn't opposed to the idea.
“I- I don't know about this.” he stuttered out, his eyes flickered all around the room.
“Bobby, we’ve been best friends since we popped out of the womb. You’ve seen my naked a handful of times.” I looked at him with darkened eyes.
His demeanor changed, his back straightened up and lips curled into a smirk. He was deep in his thoughts, thinking about everything we can do, every position, and everywhere we could do it.
I knew that Bob had a crush on me when we were in high school when we both started to mature and get horny. We never had sex, but those many parties that I forced him to come with me to turned into something. Little make out sessions in the corner of the parties to dry humping on the nasty couch until one of us came. He always made sure I didn't drink much because he didn't want to haul my ass back into the truck.
I would be lying if I said that I was never attracted to Bob and that I never fantasized about him. Bob has it all, the brains, the look, the charm, and he’s my best friend.
“Look, I don't want to fuck if you're just using me to get over Jeremy.” he was stern, his arms crossed and legs spread apart. I couldn't tell if I was drooling or not.
I was taken back by his words. “Robert, you know I would never use you. I would never treat you the way that son-of-a-bitch Jeremy treated me.” I jumped off the kiddie table and made slow steps towards his figure.
His chin was down but his eyes were watching every step I took.
“Im gonna be honest here Bobby.” I stopped with a foot between us. “I was happy to hear that you didn't touch another gal. Happy that no other girl has made you cum.”
The way he leaned against the window, his jeans tight against his spread out legs, his shirt tight in all the right places. He looked like a God.
“You got a dirty mouth.” he mumbled out.
My head tilted to the side with dumb little smirk. “Im sorry what’d you say?”
His hand came up to my face, his warm thumb against my bottom lip. “I said that you got a dirty mouth.”
His eyes were eyeing my lips, watching his thumb rub against my lips as my eyes watched him.
“You gonna shut me up? Huh Robby?” I whispered out before he put his thumb between my lips, dragging on the edge of my teeth.
“Oh I’m gonna shut you up hun.” He grumbled out. My lips wrapped around his thumb, sucking on it and tongue moving around.
His tongue rolled against the inner part of his cheek, chuckling at my action.
He removed his thumb from my mouth, rubbing my saliva on my lips and cheek as he used his other hand to lower me down to my knees. I looked up at him with big eyes, my bottom lip caught in my teeth, and my hand palming him through his jeans.
His groans were heaven. The way he reacted even though there’s two layers between my hand and his cock.
His hips bucked into my hand, telling me to get a move one. Both of my hands fumbled with his belt, the big buckle making it harder so he had to take over as my hands sat on the back of his knees.
Once his jeans hit the floor, my hands immediately reached up to the elastic waistband of his boxers that showed his prominent bulge. I brought my lips down to his adonis belt, leaving a wet peck as I pulled down the cloth. His cock grazed my cheek as it slapped against his stomach.
I whimpered at the sight of his dick. Red pulsing tip with the pearls of pre-cum on the tip. The thick vein on the bottom and just the right amount of little hairs.
I was hungry for his cock. I wanted to taste him. I was eager.
My hand wrapped around the base and the tip passed my lips. My tongue getting a taste of him which made me hum, sending vibrations up his body.
“Lookin so pretty, doll.” he said with a little fight to his voice, trying not to be so loud.
I took him further into my mouth, my tongue trailing the thick vein as his tip hit the back of my throat. I gagged around him which made his moan out.
The noises he made were fuel.
“F-fuck! Doing s-so good for me!” he praised as my hand and mouth worked together to have him reach the edge.
His hands were holding my hair, trying his best to not push my head down. I didn't want that.
I brought my hand to his on the back of my head, showing him that he can take control. He understood and immediately started pushing my face into his pelvis as his hips thrusted to my lips.
I was a gagging mess with tears staining my cheeks and my saliva running down my chin and neck.
I can tell he was close by his contorting face and the stutter of his lips.
I hallowed my cheeks and sucked on him, my hand cupping his balls. Giving a little pressure as he thrusted into my throat.
“Im gonna cum! Fuck!” he held my face against him, his cock fully down my throat as I was gagging and breathing through my nose.
He shot his cum down my throat, rubbing my scalp with his fingers.
He pulled out of my mouth, my lips sucking his harder and following him trying to get more from him. Trying to milk him but he kept hissing from how sensitive he was.
His cock was soft in front of my face. He looked down at me with his hair sticking to his forehead as his chest fell and rose. His smirk still plastered on his face.
I opened my mouth to show him that I swallowed all of his cum. He threw his head back with a groan, his cock getting hard again from my action.
He looked back down at me, his hands cradled my jaw as he pulled me up onto my feet. His lips attacked mine, tasting himself on my lips and tongue.
My hand reached his dick again, stroking him and paying attention to the tip. He was moaning into the kiss.
“Fuck baby!” he pulled my hand away from him. “Im too sensitive right now.”
We both chuckled as we kissed again, tucking him back into his boxers.
“Next time I got you.” he mumbled into my lips.
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Afterglow | Bob Floyd x Reader
word count: 1059
warnings: insecurity, fluff
song pairing: Afterglow - Taylor Swift
notes: Hey y'all! This is the last part of the Wildest Dreams series (Bob's version). All of my Bob imagines can be read together as one big story so this can be the ending to them too. I'm sorry for putting y'all through it. You can now find all the parts to this and more linked under Bob in my masterlist. Hope y'all have enjoyed this small series and please don't forget to like and reblog!!
I blew things out of proportion, now you're blue
Put you in jail for something you didn't do
Being friends with Bob proved a little harder than you expected. Not being able to say anything when a girl would buy him a drink at the Hard Deck or when he’d show up hungover to work. You knew it was your fault and that he was hurt over you and Jake, no matter how much he insisted he wasn’t.
I pinned your hands behind your back, oh
Thought I had reason to attack, but no
The same insecurity you felt now as Rooster egged him on to ask for the bartenders number was the reason you lost him. He shook his head at Rooster as you hoped he would and glanced your way giving you a half smile. Nat slid next to you and smiled sympathethically.
Jake was playing pool in front of you. His angry glances every time he was facing you were not missed by anyone. You knew you’d hurt him too and that what he said was bullshit but you couldn't bring yourself to say anything to him. Instead, you looked down every time he looked at you.
Why'd I have to break what I love so much?
It's on your face, and I'm to blame
Staring out the window you cursed yourself for ruining your friendship with Jake and your relationship with Bob. Bob and you were on the mend thankfully but you couldnt lie and say that you didnt miss your friendship with Jake.
Even though you told Nat that what happened between you and Jake was just a stupid mistake. Both of you knew that was far from the truth. You loved both of them but you’d chosen Bob.
You slid off the booth and told Nat you were just going to get some fresh air but she knew that was a lie. The thought of staying until the end of the night just to have to watch Bob leave without you and Jake with another girl made you sick.
It's all me in my head
I'm the one who burned us down
But it's not what I meant
Sorry that I hurt you
But being home just made it worse. Now you were trapped with your thoughts and there was nothing to distract you from the fact that you ruined everything. Even when Bob tried reassuring weeks ago that it wasnt all your fault and both him and Jake had responsability. You hurt everyone and there was no coming back from that.
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It's so excruciating to see you low
Just wanna lift you up and not let you go
Christmas had snuck up on you but you were too busy with your pity party. Things still hadnt changed between you and Jake but at least Bob and you spoke to each other a lot more outside of work. Accidentally you’d eavesdropped on Nat and Rooster when using their bathroom and found out that Bob would get drunk after seeing you and would put himself down over losing you.
All you wanted was to help him but you were the reason he was hurt in the first place. So you stayed silent and ignored the feeling of wanting to tell him that you felt that way too. Even declining to hang out by using lame excuses.
I lived like an island, punished you with silence
Went off like sirens, just crying
Finally one Friday after work Bob blew up. His blue eyes pleading with you as you declined his invitation to go to the zoo.
“What excuse are you going to use now?” he asked, disappointment filled his features. You were cornered.
“I- I uh, fuck fine. You want to know the truth?” you couldnt lie to him, not when he looked at you like he saw right through you. He nodded yes as you cleared your suddenly dry throat and continued, “Bob, I know about your drinking and I just figured I’d be doing you a favor if I just left you alone to heal. I fucked us all up and I can’t keep hurting you just because you’re too nice to tell me off.”
He stared at you as you took a deep breath and looked away. Feeling his hand grabbing yours it broke you out of your thoughts.
“Peach, I’m not drinking because of you. I’m drinking because I feel like it’s my fault too. I took you for granted when I was away and even missed your birthday. Stop blaming yourself. You avoiding me is hurting me more than if you just told me the truth about how you feel,” he said hurriedly trying to make your eyes meet his. “Trust me if I wanted you to fuck off I would’ve told you,” he said, half-smiling as you finally met this eye.
Tell me that you're still mine
Tell me that we'll be just fine
Even when I lose my mind
“I didnt know that,” you whispered.
“You didn’t let me tell you”
“I thought I’d already lost you and I didnt want to make it worse. I feel like I’m losing my mind” you said, admitting to him what had been haunting you for months.
“You didnt lose me, Peach. I’m still right here. I’ve been trying to get you to give me another chance but I can’t even get you to talk to me outside of work.”
“Another chance?” you asked, unsure if your ears had betrayed you because how could he possibly still want to be with you after everything that happened.
Tell me that it's not my fault
Tell me that I'm all you want
Even when I break your heart
“Yes, Peach. I don’t care about what happened with Jake. I don’t care about any of it all. I just want you. I want us back” he said, you could see the sincerity in his eyes as you tried processing what he had just said. He cupped your face in his hands, pressing his forehead to yours.
“Even after I broke your heart?”
“It was mutual. Now are you coming with me to the zoo on a date or am I going to have to take Payback?”
“Yes” you responded, smiling back at him and following him out to new beginnings.
Meet me in the afterglow
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we’re through.
veneer x male reader
i had to feed my veneer gentlemen too! angst makes me ill, so writing this one was REAL tough.
notes : angst, breakup, argument, everything is just depressing as fuck.
veneer and i were hanging out in their dressing room before the show and a knock on the door interrupted our conversation.
“knock, knock! showtime, you two!” someone called out to velvet and veneer. my boyfriend and i got up from the couch, and i planted a kiss on his cheek.
“good luck, handsome. you’re gonna be great.” he let out a dumb giggle like a lovesick idiot. “i’ll be out in a sec, i’m gonna go to the bathroom.” i announced before rushing to veneer’s private bathroom. while i washed my hands, i heard a muffled conversation between my boyfriend and his sister. i really couldn’t make out what they were saying, but the conversation soon ended and was replaced by the eruption of cheers from the crowd.
feeling in my pockets, i realized that i had left my phone on the couch in their dressing room. before taking my vip seat in the crowd, i was snagged up my phone and was going to head out, until i heard a voice.
“y-y/n!” someone called out. the voice was faint and weak, so i wasn’t sure if i was hearing things. i looked around the room, scanning for someone who might’ve said my name.
“y/n, over here!” on the floor, there was a diamond perfume bottle. what the hell? i crouched down to pick it up and look at what was inside.
“…hi? who are you?”
“i’m f-floyd. listen to me, y/n! velvet and veneer- they’re insane! they kidnapped me and trapped me here to steal my talent.”
“what? dude, i…” every bit of my heart begged to not believe him, but why else would he be here?
“you’ve gotta help me get outta here. they want to kidnap my brothers too! i’m literally dying, man. i don’t know how much more they can take from me before it’s too late. please. help me.”
thoughts spun around my head. is floyd telling the truth? why else would he be here? but velvet and veneer wouldn’t hurt innocent creatures… right?
“i know you love veneer, and i know it may sound hard to believe, but i don’t want to die like this, y/n. once i’m gone-“
“i’m gonna help you, floyd. veneer and i need to have a serious talk. they have one more show tomorrow, do you think you’ll make it till then?” floyd nodded, and i set the bottle down right where i found it.
“i promise i’m gonna get you out of there.” i refused to let my eyes water before heading out into the audience. despite being deafening with cheers and applause for the pop star duo, everything felt silent. all i could hear was the sound of my boyfriend’s voice. charming and perfect, but also knowing that it wasn’t true. i sat down in my seat, bouncing my knee up and down for the rest of the show.
after what felt like eternity, they said their goodbyes to the audience, which was my cue to join them again backstage. my fists clenched and my teeth gritted against each other as i walked through their dressing room door. i prayed with every ounce of myself that what floyd told me wasn’t true.
“veneer?” my eyes darted to where floyd was earlier, and i realized that he was no longer there. they must’ve hidden him.
“babe! hey, are you alright? i was watching you in the crowd and you seemed kinda out of it. is everything okay?” veneer ran over to be face to face. i can’t believe he’s acting so oblivious. if i had been committing a crime like this, i’d always be paranoid that someone found out.
“…no. not really. we need to talk.” the seriousness in my tone put veneer off. he looked uneasy, but tried to play it off by sitting on the couch and patting the spot beside him, indicating for me to sit down as well. i stayed standing right in front of him.
“uh, yeah, sure! what’s up?”
“how long have you been lying, veneer?” silence followed, but i could hear veneer choking on his own words.
“w-what do you mean, babe?”
“you know exactly what i mean, veneer. how long have you been torturing innocent creatures? and for what? for fame? popularity? and not only did you lie right to my face, but you lied to all of mount rageous.” i refused to let tears fall, but i could feel them stinging my eyes.
veneer stared at me, looking shocked. guilty. he really doesn’t have a good explanation. well, of course. what could possibly justify something as shitty as this?
“they love you, ven. i love you, but…” fuck. i was doing so good, being direct and non-emotional. then this lump in my throat decides that it wants to screw me over emotionally. fuck you, feelings.
“i-i’m… i’m sorry, y/n. please, i…” he stood up, trying to wrap my into his arms. all i wanted was to feel him, but i took a step back. “…i never wanted to hurt anyone.”
“but you hurt everyone. even me. you should’ve told me before i had to find out.” tears were streaming down his face at this point, and i could see his knees trembling.
“y/n, please just listen to me…” veneer placed his hand on my shoulder, and the other cupped me cheek. not even a knife to my throat would get me to admit how much i needed his touch in this moment. “…i really never meant it to get this far. this was all velvet’s idea, and i still don’t feel comfortable with doing it. you know my sister. she would never let me let him go.” he looked to his right, presumably where floyd was being kept hidden. i blinked away tears, swatting his hand off of me.
“maybe, but ven, this is a crime and you’re risking getting caught every second you keep that poor troll here.”
“i want to let him go, but-“
“but you need him, don’t you? for the money? for the fame? you need him in order to make sure the world never finds out that you can’t sing, ven.”
“y/n, you aren’t listening to me! this isn’t about the fame, it’s about my sister. if i let him go, velvet would kill me. if i refused to use him, velvet would dig my grave. if i even just suggested that we let him go, velvet would-“
“god, veneer, you can’t pin all of this on velvet! i know her, and i know what you’re saying is true, but think about this! you’re putting a life at risk because you’re scared of your own sister! doesn’t that sound like maybe you two have something to work out?”
“don’t tell me how my relationship with my sister should be like.”
the shift in his tone made my stomach turn. it sounded nothing like him. veneer took notice of my expression change, and his eyes softened, like he knew he should watch his tone.
“listen to me, y/n. i love my sister, and i’m doing this for her.” he took both my hands, staring down at them. his own trembled as his tears dripped onto my skin. god, why does he have to make this so fucking difficult? i feel horrible. i know veneer knows this is wrong. but in the end, i have to come to terms with the fact that he’s still using floyd. he’s still sucking the life out of an innocent troll just so he can keep the taste of fame on his tongue.
he’s my boyfriend and i love him so goddamn much, but this… this is horrible. i can’t stand the thought of staying with someone who can walk onto a stage and lie to the world. someone who is preying on a defenseless creature to gain popularity, money, fame, and power. hesitantly, i slipped my hands out his grasp, the warmth of his skin fading away. finally, for the first time during this conversation, tears streamed from my eyes.
“we’re through, veneer.”
there was a long silence. every second was torture.
“you don’t mean that, y/n… i don’t want to lose you, i…”
“i’m sorry, ven. i just… can’t.”
i raced out, not able to handle the sight of hurt on my boyfriend’s face.
days later, after sobbing myself to sleep every night since we broke up, i realized it was the night that velvet and veneer would receive the lifer award. reluctantly, i watched the live broadcasting through tears. though my vision was blurred with the purest form of heartbreak, i could see veneer’s face. his expression was of pride, like he was completely unbothered. he broke my heart, murdering an innocent creature, and all at the expense of fame. yet, he didn’t seem troubled. at all.
i had soon realized that in my wallow of depression, i forgot to let floyd go. fuck. barely any time passed before velvet and veneer were dragged away in handcuffs.
we really are through.
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For B.O.B, Mission Impossible. You mention that Bob asks Hangman to look out for you while he’s gone. Can we see what that conversation went down?
Oh em gee, literally start playing Don’t Blame Me by T Swift on SPEAKER 😫 I can’t even express how much this got me.
Word Count: 1.3k
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“You wanted to see me?” Hangman stuck his head through the doorway. Slowly entering the conference room you had set up shop in. A mess of paperwork in front of you sprawled across the desk. Standing you smiled, gesturing for him to enter and sit across from you. “I’m surprised to see you here? Didn’t Bob take the first flight out to Lamoore?” You chuckled to yourself, Bob wanted to get the house in order. Wanted everything to be just right for the time you had stateside together. Watching as Jake removed his duffel bag from his shoulder, letting it drop to the ground, on his way out of Miramar. Sitting slowly.
“I’ve got some things to finish up here, you know, paperwork, mission reports.” You explained. “I don’t leave until Saturday.” A brief moment of silence fell between the two of you as you and Jake just stared at one another. Breaking the awkward silence you sighed, twirling your wedding band around your finger nervously. Jake had never seen you wear it like that.
“I uh—“ you cleared your throat. Shuffling the paperwork to find the letter you needed. Sliding it Jake's way. “I wanted to say thank you, for uh—for going against orders I guess.” Hangman read the letter briefly, A recommendation for Lieutenant Commander. He couldn’t believe his eyes. “I can’t promise anything will come of it but it’s a start.” You smiled softly as you sat back in your chair. Naturally a protective hand came up to rest upon your stomach at the slight queasy feeling you were experiencing. Having done a pregame test, it confirmed your suspicion. Pregnant.
“Why would you do that for me?” Jake smirked, his hand shaking as he gripped the letter. “Ma’am—with all due respect.”
“Because I don’t think two of the finest pilots I know would be alive today if you hadn’t done what you did and that’s a service to this nation that should be recognised accordingly.” You spoke firmly, still not one hundred percent sold on Jake Seresin. But he was proving to be good people. “And you held me together enough that I could do my job, a debt I owe.”
Jake hadn’t really done it for you to begin with but he would again if you asked him too, without hesitation. He’d be there. His mind rewinding to the carrier where Bob had pleaded with him, being real with him—man to man.
“Jake! Hey Jake—“ Bob called out as he raced after Hangman. “You got a second man?” Bob called down the hall as Jake turned on his heels. Rolling his eyes as he stood to face Bob.
“What do you want Bob?” Hangman hissed. “I gotta go get myself ready—“ Bob was hesitant at first, second guessing his decision to ask Jake for a huge favour, to look after you things didn’t go all that great for him.
“Can you uh—can you just watch over Renee for me?” Bob felt his chest getting heavy at the idea of never seeing you again. The love of his life. Hangman chuckled softly to himself as he shook his head in defeat.
“Why on God's green earth would I do that Floyd? What do I look like to you? A God damn babysitter?” Hangman scoffed as he turned around, making his way down the hall. Bob stood in his tracks. He closed his eyes tight as he balled his first, clenching his jaw because he hated this—he hated that the only person he’d trust to look out for you had to be Jake fucking Hangman Seresin.
“She's gonna need someone to lean on— you know, if things go wrong.”
“Thanks for the offer, really, but I’ve heard what you two get up to, I wouldn’t want your leftovers anyway—“ Jake shrugged off Bob like it didn’t kill him to deny you a shoulder to cry on until Bob called his bluff entirely.
“You know, I see the way you look at her!” Bob shouted, forcing Jake to stop in his place. “I see the way you look at her like she hung every damn star in the night just for you—“ Bob spoke firmly as Jake turned around once again to face Bob from the end of the hall. “The way you look at her in a crowded room, like no one else is there.”
“Robert man I—“ Bob wasn’t wrong, Jake truly was crushed when he’d found out you were married. It wasn’t something he expected. Jake didn’t love often, but when he did he loved hard and fierce and with incredible passion. He loved you, perhaps he hadn’t been as discreet about it as he thought he’d been.
“I see the way you love her, believe me, I love her too.” Bob felt like he had to remind Jake who he was. Your husband above anything else. “I recognise the look in your eye because I have the same one—she’s perfect man, in all her flaws but you’ll never want to change any of them because she’s perfect just the way she is.” Bob had to hold his tears back. “She has this dominant personality, a sassy little attitude but she’ll touch you with the softest of hands, and I never have to question her loyalty because she’s as good as they come man.”
“Radar wouldn’t come near me with a ten foot pole and you know it.” Hangman replied, his shoulders suddenly not as tall. “Burnt that bridge before I had a chance to cross it.”
“I want her to be taken care of by people who love her, she’ll know you aren’t bullshitting her if things go wrong, she’ll need something who’s gonna help her fight.”
“You sound like you think you aren’t coming back?” Jake questioned Bob as he made his way over, holding a hand out to shake Jakes. Letting bygones be bygones.
“Yeah well, we just have to see won’t we?” Bob said firmly, accepting that this could be it. His last day on earth. That kinda thing does that to a person. “But I just need to know you’ll have her back—“ For the first time in a long time Hangman swallowed his own pride. Shaking Bob's hand with a soft smirk.
“Anything for her—“
It felt like seconds had passed, but the silence was killing you, the clock on the wall behind you abnormally loud as Jake sat before you speechless.
“You know your ever present frown is a little troubling?” You teased, noticing the way Jake tried to hide the existential crisis that was raging in his head. Shaking his demons off Jake smiled.
“We got off on the wrong foot didn’t we?” He cooed. You just pressed your lips together into a tight line, noosing in response.
“I wasn’t all that kind to you, I judged quickly, somewhat irrationally.” Confessing Jake chuckled softly as he lightened up.
“You doing okay since being off the carrier?” Hangman asked, genuinely concerned for your well-being. This was the longest he had to talk with you, he’d take seconds. “You were uh—less than sea worthy.” Hangman teased.
“I haven’t been on a carrier in a long time.” You lied. Not ready to tell the world about your pregnancy before you’d seen a doctor, only having a few stick pregnancy test to go off. “My sea legs just weren’t enough to keep me from being sick.” Nodding silently with his recommendation in hand, Jake stood, extending a hand over the table to you. Watching as you stood to accept his gesture.
“I’d be honoured to work under your expert guidance again Ma’am—“ Jake shook your hand firmly as you smiled at him. “And will always be one phone call away if you ever need anything.”
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Bond Points
Idia and you have been dating for a few weeks. Idia thinks of a good way to "level-up" the relationship.
Notes. Idia/GN! Reader, second-person point-of-view "you," pre-established romantic relationship, fluff, use of NA terms and translations (Gloomurai) and use of Idia's "shi"
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It had been just like any other weekend in Idia’s room. Idia sat at his computer, typing away at coding to improve his brother’s capabilities, while you laid on your stomach on Idia’s bed to the left. Ever since the two of you started dating, weekends had just been you relaxing from taking care of Grim by sending Grim to Heartslabyul and you hiding away in Ignihyde, just being an honorary resident at this point with how many people recognized you whenever you walked over with your overnight bag. And just like any other late night, Idia needed a midnight snack.
“Hey, babe,” Idia’s breath hitched when saying babe, an awkward pause between the A and second B got stuck in his throat when he tried out calling you a pet name for the first time, “can you buy me Sunchips and a Monster from the vending machine?”
What prompted Idia to think about doing this? Idia and you had been dating since the both of you came back from Winter Break (after a very confused self-reflection during the week, and some yelling and talking it out when he came back to campus), and nothing much of your relationship had changed besides that hugs weren’t as embarrassing and you allowed yourself to kiss Idia whenever you wanted. Idia wanted to do something for the relationship, instead of letting you take the reins, he thought. Another part of him thought that maybe this was too normie and absolutely cringe. After all, in games and sometimes he heard people on campus call each other by pet names at lunch and–ugh, definitely cringe. He coped and told himself that it was “leveling up” the relationship.
Silence to the left of Idia and his desk. Idia mechanically turned his swivel chair towards his bed, pressing his lips together in a tight line, not letting any embarrassment seep out to look at your face.
If your eyes could pop out of your head, now would be the perfect time for it to happen. By the time Idia looked at you, your eyes were already wide, blinking rapidly as you frantically looked side-to-side as if there was anyone else in the room that Idia could refer to. Of course, who else would Idia be referring to?
Idia watched as the red creeped onto your cheeks and spread to your whole face. Nice. Idia smiled, no doubt his toothy grin turning into a smirk as he watched you, flustered and trying to compose yourself. “Is something wrong? Doesn’t look like you were in the middle of a rhythm game or anything.”
“I, uh,” you picked up your phone once, glancing at it, put it back down, then picked it back up again, probably checking if that moment was real and not some hellish dreamscape. You breathed out slowly, calming yourself, though the blush never left your face. You slid your phone under the pillow you were using, and slowly smiled. “What was that, honey? Didn’t hear you the first time.”
Oh fuck. The edges of Idia’s hair no doubt turned that wonderful shade of pink as his smirk turned more into a lopsided smile. He was sure he was blushing too, based on the warmth he felt from his body. He tugged at the ends of his jacket. “Haha, I know you heard me, but babe, could you get me some chips and drinks from the vending machine? I’ll give you the money.” If you were going to turn this into a game, then Idia wouldn’t lose.
And so it did turn into a game. For the whole week after, the two of you only called each other by increasingly more disgusting pet names you two could think of and search for on the internet.
“Sweetie.”
“Baby.”
“Dear.”
“Darling.”
“Love.”
“Your highness.”
“Dreamy.”
“Shrimpy.” You didn’t like this one, probably because only Floyd called you that when you didn’t ask, and Idia received the hardest punch to the stomach he’s ever gotten from his partner before. (You apologized and gave lots of kisses afterward.)
“Widdle kitty.” Idia tickled you in response. That one was just a low blow to cringe Idia said before, and how had you heard him say that? It wasn’t like you were near him when he was talking about Leona during Halloween… How dare you call him that? (Idia didn’t apologize at all.)
“Hey… isn’t Gloomy and you using ‘shi’ enough?” It was the weekend again, and once again you lied in Idia’s bed, hugging a pillow to your stomach and kicking your feet in the air. “We keep trying different pet names but like… Gloomy is a nickname already, technically…”
“Hmm, I dunno. I think you kinda liked the time I called you ‘your highness.’”
“Shut up, shut up, shut up.” You buried your face into the pillow you held onto, and muffled through the pillow said, “I did, but man…” You raised your head up and looked to Idia. “Did you like any that I came up with?”
“Maybe the more normal ones? But it def felt cringe the whole time.”
You groaned and threw your head back into the pillow. “Sorry, I guess Gloomy and Idia works just fine, huh?”
Idia chuckled and lifted himself from his seat and climbed over his sulking partner. “I’m sorry, did you want to call me something too,” he flipped you over onto your back, “or were you fine with just being my highness?”
The constant onslaught of pet names throughout the week must’ve made Idia’s resolve stronger, because there was no way he would normally say that kind of line. Idia thought he might’ve cringed on the inside, but damn did he say it.
Idia didn’t even know that people could turn this shade of red, and you looked like a beet. Better not to comment on it.
You stammered away, barely getting any sound out, much less actual words, before you pulled the pillow up to cover your entire face. “Shut up, cringe alert,” you said, muffled through the thick pillows that you forced Idia to buy.
Idia hummed in amusement, then pulled the pillow down, and landed a quick kiss to your forehead before crawling off the bed to sit at his computer. If the sound of you kicking your feet meant anything, it meant Idia had won this battle. Nice. Relationship leveled up.
Hey thanks for reading this far ummm if you don't like my... pet name choices feel free to switch them around in your imagination lmao
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When you're walking down the street to go home you bump into something or someone a silver headed mutant and when you guys become best friends and you go over to his house his mom loves you and as you're about to beat his high score on his arcade game he tries to stop you but you have an idea..
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I walk down the street my backpack on my back going home from school when suddenly i bump into something i fall and land on my butt but my hands cushioned my fall i look up too see a silver headed actually really cute boy
He has dimples you can barley see when hes not smiling perfect lips a silver jacket a pink Floyd shirt and black jeans i thought i was the clumsy one it was almost like he appeared out of no where well maybe hes a mutant since his hair is literally silver
We look at each other for a moment before he quickly stands up and puts a hand out for me which i gladly take "sorry for running into you" he says and i shrug my shoulders a bit "its whatever at least you aren't a asshole" i say and he smiles his dimples more defiant
"And at least you didnt use your backpack to hit me a whole bunch of times" he says and a laugh escapes my lips and he looks down at my lips almost thinking of something but i just met him i dont wanna push him already "you're really pretty" he mutters out regret filling his face after but a blush just appears on my cheeks making butterflies in my stomach erupt
"Thank you" i mutter softly and nervously if theres one thing i hate about myself is my anxiety and nervousness i clear my throat trying to look more confident and put my hand out "my names y/n" i say and i see his eyes light up a bit "peter" he says taking my hand in his, his hand engulfing mine thats so attractive holy shit
I shake his hand our handshake lasting longer then it shouldve but im not complaining "can i uh maybe have your number? If you dont wanna give me it its fine I've gone through that before and stuff you know like really its fine" peter starts rambling and i laugh again softly before i grab his phone and put my number in it putting my name and a heart next to it
I pass the phone back to him and he looks down at the contact almost in disbelief before he looks back at me a smile going back on his face "thanks" he says and i nod softly "text me later handsome" i say before i breeze past him my arm touching his before i start walking home thinking of peter the entire time when i finally get home i put my backpack down and change before flopping onto my bed and i feel a vibration from my pocket i pull out my phone and see a random number texted me and i open it
'hey sweetheart its peter or should i say handsome?' he teases making me blush even more damn it i barley met him and i get butterflies when i even so much as think about him 'oh yeah? Okay babe i need to go to bed ill text you tomorrow?' i send and wait a moment before he responds 'yeah text me when you're free my love' he says and i squeal covering my face with my hands we barley met what the fuck but he's really cool i mean he listens to pink floyd i think i might really get along with him
I close my eyes pulling the blanket closer to me as i fall asleep peter stuck in my mind all night
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The next day after school i walk down the same path where i met peter i would be lying if i said I didn't hope i saw peter when i feel a gust of wind infront of me i look up and am met with the eyes of speak of the devil, peter.
"Hey sweetheart" he says and i roll my eyes playfully "hey handsome" i say and i see a smile appear on his face "where ya headed off too?" He asks and i shrug "i might actually go to the store i needa pick up some things" i say and he nods "well can i go with you?" He asks and i look up at him before nodding and we start heading to the store
We get to the store and we walk inside going to get bread and milk and just the essentials and all that and before i could walk up to pay and scan my stuff i end up in the blink of an eye in the cart moving fastly for a split second and were outside i look around and see peter pushing the cart "what the hell was that for pete?" I ask and he shrugs a smug grin on his face "well with my mutation lets just say i don't really pay for a lot of stuff i cant resist it" he says "kleptomaniac" i murmur under my breath playfully and he nudges me with his elbow "exactly" he says making me smile
"Okay now i have to walk all the way to my house while holding these bags" i whine resting my hands on the cart and resting my head onto my hands covering my face "who says you alone?" He says and i smile lifting my head up "okay here's how its gonna work you grab the bags and put them on your wrists and hands and stuff and ill carry you to your house" he says and i look at him in disbelief
"What you dont believe me or somethin?" He asks and i shake my head "okay fine grab the bags" he says and i grab them putting my arm through the holes in the bag and peter walks over to me and picks me up bridal style making me squeal "omg peter please dont drop me" i say "im not that weak you know" he says rolling his eyes playfully making me smile "okay lay your head against my chest" he says and i look up at him confused "so you dont get whiplash" he says like it was obvious "oh" i mutter softly and rest the side of my head and face against his chest. Totally not enjoying this
In a flash we end up at the corner of the store and i give peter directions every time we stop and we make it to my house way quicker than if we walked i turn to peter "stay right here i havent said bye yet" i say and he smiles slightly as i go inside and set the bags onto the counter and walk back outside i go over to peter and pull him into a hug which he surprizingly accepts
My arms wrapped around his neck my head on his shoulder his arms wrapped around my waist securely i smile and give peter a peck on the cheek lingering it a bit "thank you handsome" i say softly "no problem sweetheart" he says and we finally pull away from each other despite my body and mind and heart yearning to hold him close to me again "ill text you later" i say and he nods "okay talk to you later" he says and i send him a wink before walking into my house and i start putting groceries away
After a while i end up finishing and i go to bed peter stuck in my mind like everytime
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It has been a couple weeks now maybe a month and a half since me and peter met and started flirting and my feelings for him have sky rocketed i talk to him every day and night i think about him i even have dreams about him
Today i actually dont have school its the weekend and i really wanna see peter i dont know he just makes me so happy and we really get along hes so sweet to me i pick up my phone and press his contact 'hey handsomeee i dont have school today what ya doin?' i text him and wait for an answer which comes quick (pun intended) (get it cs hes fast? No? Okay my bad😭)
'hey sweetheart im really just bored you wanna hang out?' he sends and i smile 'of course i always wanna hang out with my favorite person' i say 'awe ur so sweet ill meet you at the same meet up spot' he says 'okay im heading out now see you in a bit' i send and i turn off my phone before putting it in my pocket and i start heading out the front door
I walk to go down the same trail where me and peter met that day and look around for peter when someone grabs my shoulders from the back and shakes me a bit "boo!" Peter says making me jump "god peter you scared the fuck out of me" i say raising my hand to hit him on his arm he saw this hit from miles away but let my hand come in contact with his arm (cs hes such a sweetheart)(god i love him)
"I had to do it" he says shrugging his shoulders and i roll my eyes playfully "what do you wanna do?" I ask as we start walking "okay dont make this seem weird but do u maybe wanna come over to my place?" He says and i immediately nod "of course i dont mind you're my bestfriend after all" why did i say that no i wanna be more than friends peter god im so stupid
Peter walks behind me making me confused before he bends down and picks me up bridal style again making me smile and i lay my head against his chest again and in a flash were infront of a pretty good looking house and peter slowly sets me down "thank you" i say softly "your welcome" he says smiling at me before we start heading to the front door
He opens it and we walk in "ma im home i have a friend" he yells "im in the kitchen" someone responds im guessing his mom since he called her ma we walk down to the kitchen where im met with a lady with brown almost blond hair in a ponytail to the side she seems sweet hopefully shes as sweet as peter is?
"Hi ms maximoff" i say putting my hand out and the lady seems taken back she smiles and takes my hand in hers "nice to meet you.."
"Y/n" i say "oh nice to meet you y/n you seem like a sweetheart, you and pete a thing or what cause she isnt that bad and i wouldnt mind" she says making a blush appear on my face a small laugh building inside of me "unfortunately me and peter are just friends, even if i wish we were together" i mumble the last part thinking she didnt hear it but oh she did "and she is a sweetheart thats what i call her" peter says and i have to look away to not show myself flustered
"Well me and y/n are gonna hang out downstairs" peter says as were about to start walking when his mom stops me she pulls me close to her and puts her mouth close to my ear "peters been gushing about a girl recently and i heard him say her name and it sounds like yours if you wish you guys were together then maybe go for it you only meet someone once and you seem like you would take care of pete and keep him in line" she says and i nod "and if he does like me i will ill treat him so well ill keep him off your shoulders i know how much energy he could have" i say and she smiles before i head back towards peter and we head down the steps to the house basement guess he lives down here its fine it looks actually kinda cool
"What did my mom say to you" peter asks as i look around and start to walk to a arcade machine peter has wow i want one of these "nothing important" i lie starting a game moving the joystick peter stands up and walks over to me standing next to me watching the screen as well after a couple moments im almost about to beat peters high score when he starts trying to take my hand off the joystick
Without thinking i grab peters collar and pull him close to me and place a quick kiss on his lips making him pause and look at me confused after a second i keep going and then i finally die i excitedly jump up and down "i won! I beat you peter!" I taunt starting to turn towards him when my lower back is pushed into the game peters hands on my waist my arms reach up to wrap around peters neck he looks down at me with doeful eyes
He starts to lean down our lips teasing each other as we barely touch then finally our lips connect we move our lips against one another my hands pulling him impossibly closer by his neck his arms wrap around my waist pulling me flat against him before he lets one arm go and gently puts his hand on my cheek as we kiss softly not wanting to let each other go our lips finally separate and he looks down at me while i look up at him looking into his beautiful brown eyes i dream of
"So uh you have a boyfriend?" He jokes nervously "yeah his names peter" i say before i grab his face with my hands and lay more kisses to his soft lips which he gratefully accepts kissing me back more relaxed and freely than the first time making me smile into the kiss causing him to smile as well
We pull away and i turn back to the game peters arm wraps around my waist as he watches me playing the game i couldnt be happier....
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This is the cutest thing I've ever seen omg i love this with my whole heart i love peter so much hes such a sweetheart hes a lover boy god i wish this was real😭 anyways i love you a lot as well you mean so much to me you dont even understand *mwah mwah mwah* bye bye my love
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THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY | 11
stranger things
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Eddie would have to wait until his lunch break to see this new, hot, weird chick. He wondered which flavor of weird she was. Art weird? Theater weird? Band weird?
Weird weird?
He shrugged. He liked weird.
In other words, you’re the new girl in town, and Eddie is intrigued.
note: Stg, this chapter proves the maxim “Writing about music is like dancing about architecture,” but I tried, dear readers. I tried.
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“Hey,” Eddie said, voice smokey — from weed or cigarettes, you still couldn’t tell. “Wanna hear the first song I ever learned?”
You perked at the unexpected offer and set aside the spell book you’d been paging through.
“Sure.”
“‘kay, hang on.”
Knowing it was coming, you pulled the headset away just in time to miss the plastic clunk from his side. A distant clatter and footsteps filled the void. He muttered a ‘son of a bitch’ before something heavy hit the floor.
You grinned as you determined his voice was smokey from weed. No doubt about it. He wasn’t the most graceful person when sober. When high, he was loose-limbed, yet uncoordinated. Like a bloodshot-eyed fawn.
Static from the phone announced his return.
“This is gonna be an awkward set-up, but I think you’ll hear me.”
“Cool.”
The plastic clunk came again.
As he strummed the first notes, you recognized “Wish You Were Here” by Pink Floyd.
It was easy to imagine him — scrawny, baby-faced, already jaded — with a guitar too big for him. His fingers struggling to keep pressure on the strings. You wondered who’d introduced him to Pink Floyd. Or was it something he’d heard on the radio? Had he looted an adult’s record collection?
Then Eddie sang, hitting David Gilmour’s inflections. Your breath caught at how much emotion Eddie could put into such simple lyrics. It was as though he were on the verge of something, yet he exorcized it through the song.
You wanted to sing with him, but your chest was too full of that same something. All you could do was listen and feel it.
When the song ended, it was quiet on his end. You had no words — even though you wanted to tell him how much you loved the song, his playing, his voice. You covered the mic with your palm and took a few deep, shuddering breaths. It released a tension that felt like the prelude to a sob.
“You there?” he asked.
You uncovered the mic.
“Holy shit, honey.”
Your voice remained tight, but you stretched your neck to help that wane.
With a smile in his tone, he said, “Yeah?”
“Holy. Shit.”
He chuckled.
You asked, “When did you learn that?”
“Uh... Twelve?”
“No fucking way!”
“Yes fucking way!”
“You’re a prodigy, baby.”
He let out a ‘pfft.’
“I’m serious.”
It was quiet for a beat. You didn’t know how to fill the silence. You didn’t want to push your opinion, though you would repeat it if he argued. Because he was talented.
“I know,” he murmured. “Thanks.”
You hummed. “My pleasure.”
“Is it?”
You felt him waggling his eyebrows.
“Absolutely.”
He let out a breath before saying, “I’ve been working on another song.”
“What is it?”
“Frustrating.”
You gave a short laugh.
“I’ve been struggling with getting out of chords-melody thinking and into vertical-horizontal.”
“I have no idea what that means.”
“Okay, right, I can play four notes one after another.” He plucked four strings separately. “Or at the same time.” He swept the same strings concurrently. “Same tonal experience. Kinda. The first is horizontal, the second is vertical. Horizontal can be suspenseful, vertical dramatic.”
You nodded while making a sound of assent.
“Old-school composers didn’t think in chords, exactly, either. They saw everything as melody. Like a voice. They wrote a melody, then added a counterpoint melody. A counter-melody. And there are rules for counter-melodies.”
“So, how does that change the music?”
“I mean... It doesn’t. Not really. It’s all perspective to the composer.”
“Which is what you’re trying to change, got it.”
“Yeah, I want a different perspective. I don’t want the rules.” He hummed. “Well, not exactly. Sometimes the rules sound good, but...”
“Breaking them sounds good, too?”
“Precisely!”
“Well...” You bit your lip. “What do you have?”
His tone turned sly as he said, “You just want me to keep playing, don’t you, milady?”
“Guilty, good sir.”
“Is this, like, getting the villain to monologue? Are you planning to distract me while you execute—” His voice went theatrical. “—your diabolical plan?!”
“Now who sounds like a villain?”
“We’ll be villains together.”
“I like the sound of that.”
He agreed with a short hum.
“You know,” you said. “That almost distracted me.”
“...Damn.”
“Get your music, bard, and play me this ditty.”
He laughed, then warned he needed to set up his electric.
“That red and black one?” you asked.
“The very same.”
With a grin, you said, “What a treat.”
“You’re making me blush over here.”
“I wish I could see that.”
“After Thanksgiving?”
“You bet.”
It was quiet for a beat before he said, “Okay, setting up the guitar. I gotta move the phone away from this amp.”
“Oh? You’re in your room?”
“Uh, yeah—” He sounded distracted. “Got a phone the other day.”
You didn’t ask, but it sounded like he’d bought the phone to more easily talk to you. Maybe that was wishful thinking. He could’ve bought it so he wouldn’t have to get out of bed when someone called. Still, the thought he bought it because of you was a nice stroke to the ego.
Scraping and clattering, punctuated by the occasional ‘goddammit,’ made you grin.
Sounding out of breath, he said, “Okay, okay, I’m back.”
“Still here.”
“Alright, no lyrics yet, but yeah—”
The phone clunked as he set his headset down. There came a click, then the electric hum of an amp. His chair creaked. A deep rhythm like a heartbeat started. It dissolved into a sultry metallic shred, followed by the heartbeat again. Then a dark thrum. The heartbeat. The shred again, this time ending in grinding reverb. It went through the cycle once more until it sped into an unrelenting canter.
You knew that tempo, heard the creak of a bed in it. Staring into the black of the nearby window, you could almost see the shabby motel room.
The song was about you and him.
The canter went lighter for a few seconds. He then used that dark thrum to bring the shred back, then the heartbeat.
It was a wet dream. You bit your lip. It was his memory.
Even without the drums to drive the song, or the bass to harmonize, you could imagine how it would sound. It would be heavy, primal, with Eddie growling and crooning the lyrics. You closed your eyes and moved with the song’s pulse, like it was a living thing you rode. It was energy and alive — and a gift. No one had ever given you anything like this.
When the song ended, you opened your eyes.
His headset scraped along a smooth surface. Then it went quiet.
Knowing he was listening, you softly said, “That’s us.”
“It’s Halloween weekend.”
“Yeah.”
“That okay?”
“Okay that you were inspired?”
“Yeah?”
You grinned.
“Yeah, of course it’s okay. Write about whatever you want. I love it.”
He sounded shy when he asked, “You do?”
“Uh yeah, it’s amazing.”
You knew he gnawed on his lip. Oh, how you wanted to kiss him to make him stop and hold his face to tell him you loved the song. You wanted to tell him you loved him, because you did — with your whole heart and mind.
No, he wasn’t perfect. Neither were you. But it didn’t matter—
“You know,” he said, unaware he’d derailed your thought. “When the guys hear this, they’re gonna know.”
“Like they don’t know already.”
Not that you cared, either. Let the whole world know you banged Eddie’s hot ass in a cheap motel.
He snorted. “True, subtlety isn’t exactly my speciality.”
“How self-aware of you.”
“I try.”
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You’d already bookmarked a spell for manifesting. In another book, utilizing sex magic to manifest a lover. There was a variation on the same spell for better sex. While you didn’t need better sex or a lover, you could alter the spells to manifest your magic. You reasoned you could use sexual energy for manifestation.
Maybe your magic was blocked, though. You needed a spell to unblock it. Or you needed to call your magic back, which was a lot like manifesting.
You sighed and leaned back in your desk chair. Spells were all fine and good, but if you didn’t have magic, how could any of them work?
No, you corrected. You didn’t need magic to make spells work. You needed energy.
You read the bookmarked spells again, noticing similarities. Combining them, rewriting them for your own purpose, and using your own energy wasn’t a farfetched idea.
In your notebook, you sketched the manifesting sigils. Supplies were simple: candles, chalk, and a goal. You copied the guidelines about breath-work, retaining awareness of your energy as it moved through the body, and visualization.
However, you didn’t know what your magic looked like. How were you supposed to visualize something that didn’t have a physical form?
You stared out the window. The sunset bleached the blue sky nearly white, like the color of faded denim. Thin, mottled clouds turned purple and gold.
Then it came to you: light was energy, but you couldn’t sense it until it interacted with something else. That didn’t mean it didn’t exist before then.
So, if your magic was energy, what mattered, in terms of visualization, was what it interacted with.
Which was you.
Now that your magic was gone, you realized you used it like another sense. You’d interacted with your surroundings with magic. It was how you felt the care in Eddie’s jacket repair and how you made your footsteps silent. However, the major driver was you. Always you.
You asked yourself how you felt with magic. The simple answer came quick: expansive. You’d sensed more. Since the attack, you felt asleep. Like in dreams where you ran, yet lacked forward movement.
Envisioning that expansiveness was manageable.
You stood, tucking in your chair, and rolled back the rug covering the hardwood floor until you had enough space. From the supplies in your closet, you retrieved spell candles, blessing oil, incense, and white school chalk.
It didn’t take long to prepare. After turning off the lights, you undressed by candlelight and anointed your body. You knelt in the middle of your sigiled circle, swirls of chalk smudging your spread knees. Though you couldn’t feel the sigils’ power, you trusted it was there.
You placed a palm on the chalk to connect to the sigils. With the other hand, you reached between your legs. As you idly brushed your clit and the tender folds leading to it, you remembered blowing Eddie. The warmth between the sheets had smelled of you and him. His silky skin had been so warm.
You’d inched his sleep pants to his thighs and kissed his firm belly, his treasure trail tickling your cheek. He’d stirred, yet hadn’t woken. The linen-filtered light gave a tranquil air. There’d been no rush.
You’d rested your cheek below his bellybutton, his clean scent filling your nose. He had smelled of heated skin and salt and your soap. You’d run your hand over his belly, around his soft cock, across the downy hairs at the top of his thigh.
Feeling bold, you’d swept your fingers up his inner thigh; the skin fine and soft. You skimmed the tip of his cock and his sac. His legs had spread minutely, which made you grin. You spiraled a finger around the glans just to see how he’d react.
And it had been mesmerizing.
Though his breathing had remained steady, his cock plumped and reddened. You hadn’t expected his body to be so responsive. If he’d been awake, you might’ve teased him by calling him slutty.
You’d then drawn closer to this growing erection, wrapping a hand around the base to brace it. Saliva had gathered on your tongue, because you’d wanted to taste him.
You wanted to taste him now — and hear his groans.
The thought combined with the memory had you slick.
You stroked your clit to the rhythm of the song he’d played for you last night. You thought of his talented hands — on his guitar, at your waist, holding your throat, clapping down on your ass. He stretched you perfectly, ground against you like he couldn’t get close enough, kissed you as if he wanted you inside him.
You squeezed your eyes shut and focused on your building pleasure. It trickled in like a gentle brook. And it was energy, hot and syrupy. Sweet like honey. You remembered that tremendous feeling of the universe, of being able to tap into it. All of it was yours, and you were in its thrall.
With a whispered curse, you imagined the trickle of energy filling you. It flowed down your spine to pool between your hipbones. It infused your flesh, spilled into your arms.
You opened your eyes to watch the chalk lines flicker with light.
“Yes,” you whispered. “Yes, yeah, come on.”
You sped your strokes, trying to recall how Eddie had done it. He’d used fingers on either side of your clit. You adjusted your touch and rocked your hips counter to each forward stroke.
Connection, you thought. You sought connection once more.
“Please...”
You pressed harder, and it was as though your body remembered the scenario of half-lying on Eddie, his body against yours, grinding onto his fingers, his other hand branding one cheek of your ass.
Please, please, please...
“Give it back. Give it to me.”
When the energy swelled and orgasm crested like an ocean wave, you bit back a moan and breathed through it. You thought of the connection to the magic, of using what had been given, of feeling favored.
The chalk flickered once, twice, before going dark. It wasn’t enough. You didn’t have enough.
“No,” you said. “No, no, no.” You curled forward, slapping your wet fingers on the chalk. “Please, come back.”
The candles’ flames danced as the central heating kicked on. Goosebumps prickled over your forearms. The blessing oil turned sticky on your skin.
You sat back on your heels, breathing deep. This wasn’t the end. Perhaps you needed to rework the spell, or take more time to prepare. You couldn’t just dive into a spell anymore. As normal as you’d been rendered, you probably now had to meditate and rest and use the proper moon phase.
Before you did any of that, you needed to wash off the chalk, oil, and come.
-
At the kitchen table in the morning, Mom announced she and your father were going on a date Friday night. They’d made a reservation at some Italian restaurant downtown. She then reminded you that you were still grounded.
Like you’d forgotten.
You nodded and took another bite of cereal as an outline of a plan came into focus.
Date night meant they’d both have too much to drink. You didn’t want to think about what happened after they came home and retreated to their bedroom. Logically, though, you knew they’d be occupied with each other for the night. In the morning, they’d sleep late, pop painkillers, and want a greasy breakfast.
They wouldn’t notice another person in your bedroom. Especially if that person didn’t park their van nearby. Or if they didn’t drive over at all.
“Just in case,” you said, tentative. “May I have my car keys?”
Your father grunted and folded the newspaper to the side. He looked unimpressed.
“Just for the night, promise.” You glanced between your parents. “What if something happens?”
You gave Mom an imploring look.
To your father, you said, “I won’t do anything stupid.” To Mom: “If there’s an emergency—”
“You call 9-1-1,” your father said.
“Now, dear,” Mom said to your father. “The police take so long to respond. What if someone breaks in? How would she get away quickly?”
“She runs.”
“You want her barefoot out in the cold? It’s almost December.”
He sighed through his nose, lips pursed.
You offered, “I could get us breakfast in the morning?”
His eyebrows lifted, then his expression shuttered.
“No.”
You nodded and finished your cereal. If you argued, your father would likely add another week to your grounding. He’d say you were trying to find a loophole or whining or being a child. Then he’d compare you to the brats his colleagues raised — and you weren’t a brat, were you?
No, you weren’t a brat. You were a witch who’d been violated and had her power ripped away.
You took your empty bowl to the sink, rinsing it with water before leaving the kitchen. The bus would be at the corner in ten minutes. You threw on your coat, shouldered your backpack, and left the house.
.
You waited outside O’Donnell’s for Eddie, hands tucked between the small of your back and the wall. It was probably overkill to wait. Or it would look like it embarrassed you to ask where anyone could overhear. You could pass him a note during class, but you didn’t want it confiscated. O’Donnell had read students’ notes aloud before.
And what you were going to ask could be misconstrued. Well, maybe not misconstrued. You were asking him to spend the night to help you with a sex ritual.
When he turned the corner, you straightened from the wall. A bright smile spread across his face as he caught sight of you. You smiled back. He scurried over, light on his feet, then struck a goofy pose when in front of you.
His face went serious as he said, “Hey.”
“Hey.”
“Whatcha doing out here?”
“I need to ask you a favor.”
He leaned in, conspiratorial.
“A sexy favor?”
With a nod, you said, “Yes, actually.”
He tilted his head side to side with a hum, looking more mischievous by the second.
“Alright, let’s go. Van’s parked in the side lot.”
You bit back a laugh as a few students veered around Eddie.
“How about this Friday instead?”
“In the van?”
“In my room.”
His eyebrows rose just as the bell rang.
Multiple sets of sneakers squeaked on the linoleum as students rushed into various classrooms. You both were lucky O’Donnell hadn’t arrived yet. However, the clack of her heels grew ever closer.
You said, “Call me tonight,” and walked into the classroom.
Everyone was too busy talking amongst themselves to notice you and Eddie arrive together.
After taking his seat, he turned to you and asked, “Sure I can’t tempt you?”
You gave him a somber look in an attempt to hide a grin before pointedly ignoring him to get a pen from your purse. It was tempting to leave, because you didn’t want to sit around for the next fifty minutes and take notes.
He sighed dramatically and flipped his notebook to a fresh sheet as O’Donnell began taking roll. He kept side-eying you throughout class, but you kept your gaze focused on the board.
-
Eddie slung his jacket with vest over the stair rail in your room. He stopped at the edge of the rolled-up rug as you tip-toed around the larger, redrawn chalk circle on the floor.
“Okay,” Eddie said, wiping his hands on his jeans. “What am I supposed to do?”
“You’re going to concentrate your energy on the circle.”
“You want me to jizz on it?”
You shrugged.
“That’s bound to happen.”
“And this is supposed to help you what?”
You sat on the window seat and focused on the sigils you’d drawn earlier. Your hands fisted the thick fabric of your winter-weight robe. You didn’t know how to explain the ritual without convincing him magic was real. He had to believe to help.
“Look, I know this is gonna sound crazy,” you said, mouth gummy. “But magic is real.” You swallowed, heart hammering in your chest. “Magic is real, and I’m a witch.”
You finally glanced at him. Eddie was still and staring. His open flannel shirt hardly moved, as if he’d stopped breathing.
He looked at the circle and back at you.
“You’re a witch,” he said flatly.
“Yeah, I’m a witch.”
“Did you really sleepwalk across town?”
With a shake of your head, you whispered, “Not exactly.”
“Have you done anything to me?”
“I’ve blessed things.”
“What things?”
“The repair on your jacket.” You nodded at it. “Your black handkerchief.”
Sounding suspicious, he asked, “Nothing else? No love spells and shit?”
“No, I... Of—” Your vision blurred with tears. “Of course not.”
You’d definitely ruined his trust. He’d be wary of you from now on and always doubt any feeling for you. Unfortunately, you didn’t know how to prove your intentions. You could only tell him the truth.
You put a hand on your tense chest and said, “I’ve never — never — manipulated you.” You blinked while looking up. “Those kinds of spells don’t work, anyway.”
“What do you mean?”
“Love spells. You can’t make someone love you. It wouldn’t be real.” You lifted a shoulder. “You can cast with love, but you can’t force emotion from another person.”
He sat on the bed, the toes of his sneakers inches from the circle.
It was quiet — too quiet — as though the house was holding its breath. Eddie studied the circle as you watched his profile. The waves of his hair possessed a hint of dampness. You wanted to sit beside him and bury your nose in those waves. You didn’t know if he’d ever let you do that again.
“Okay, so, magic is real,” he said, expression grim as he looked at the circle.
You nodded.
He continued, “And you want me to help you do something magical.”
“I want you to help me regain magic.”
“Because someone took it.”
“Yeah.”
“But you can’t confront that someone.”
“I don’t dare.”
He looked at you, the irises of his eyes dancing as he examined your face.
“What’ll happen if you pull your magic back from them?” he asked.
“I don’t think I can do that, exactly, but I can’t—” You inhaled. “I can’t let them leave me crippled like this.”
He nodded, then rested his elbows on his thighs.
“You know, when you said you needed me for a sex ritual, I didn’t think you were serious.”
You waved your hands in a small arc.
“Surprise?”
He grinned for a beat, then his face turned serious.
“It’s not dangerous, is it?” he asked.
You shook your head before explaining the sigils, the circle, how the waxing moon helped, and what you’d tried before. He brightened when you mentioned masturbation. You rolled your eyes and remarked it was just energy you could manipulate.
He smirked.
“Yeah, that’s not the only thing you manipulated.”
Your mouth twisted as you shook your head at the lame joke.
“I should’ve seen that coming.”
“Oh, you’ll see something coming, alright.”
You covered your face with a hand, trying not to laugh.
“Oh my God, will you stop!?”
Imitating a bad porn soundtrack, he sang, “Bow-chick-a bow-bow.”
Your face heated, though you couldn’t help laughing, and you pointed at the stairs.
“Leave.”
“Okay, okay.” He held up his hands in surrender, yet had a puckish smile. “I’ll stop.”
You smiled at him for a moment. His eyes twinkled, the earlier suspicion gone.
“Do you trust me?” you asked.
Nodding, he said, “Yeah.”
“Are you sure? I don’t—”
“Sweetheart.” He pivoted on the bed to face you. “I wouldn’t still be here if I didn’t.”
You bit your lip as the tightness in your chest slowly unspooled.
He gave you a reassuring look and sat up straight. You took that as a cue to approach. His hands were cool against yours, calluses coarse across your palm. You tugged him to his feet.
“Thank you — even if it doesn’t work. I really appreciate it.”
He released your hands to cup your face.
“It’s my pleasure,” he said with a quirk of his lips.
You breathed a laugh, but he cut it off with a kiss. His soft lips were sweet from some sugary drink. His skin smelled faintly of sharp aftershave. You slanted your head to deepen the kiss and put your hands on his sides. His ribs undulated with his gentle breath, which fanned over your cheek.
Eddie kissed your mouth open. His tongue brushed yours in a tease. He sucked at your bottom lip before pulling back.
“I’ve missed this.”
“Me too.” You peeked around him to read the time. “But we need to get started.”
“Yeah.” He blinked as if he’d forgotten the reason for being in your room. “Yeah, sure.”
You eased his flannel shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. His bangs partially obscured his face as he watched your hands. Once you’d gotten the shirt off, you tossed it on the bed. The t-shirt underneath — the Metallica one from the first day of class — was tucked into his jeans.
“Can I?” you asked, pinching the t-shirt.
His voice was just above a whisper when he said, “Sure, go for it.”
You pulled the t-shirt hem loose and swept it up his torso. He raised his arms to twist out of it, his hair fluffing even further when he was free. You added the t-shirt to the clothing pile.
Somehow, Eddie looked broader without clothes. Like a reverse wet-cat situation.
You traced the demon-head tattoo on his upper chest. You’d seen all his tattoos before, of course, but you’d take any excuse to touch him. Goosebumps rose over his skin; his nipples hardened. You apologized if your hands were cold since he radiated heat.
He whispered, “No, it’s cool.”
You brushed the black-widow tattoo above the demon's head. She looked as if about to crawl across his chest. Maybe in the future you could get a spiderweb tattoo. It would be her home.
“What?” he asked softly.
“Just thinking about tattoos.”
He hummed, but didn’t push for a reply.
You centered the guitar pick on his necklace and snuck a glance at his face. His lips were red and wet, dark eyes hot, pink mottling his cheeks. That same pink trailed down his neck. You wanted to feel the heat on your lips, taste his sweat, bite his perfect skin, leave bruises on his hips and scratches on his back—
Fuck.
You couldn’t get distracted. Despite how distracting Eddie was.
You smoothed your palms down his square torso and around to his sides.
“Should I take your rings off?” you asked.
“Oh, uh, yeah.”
His left hand trembled as you slipped off the chunky rings one by one. A pale ghost encircled his wrist where his watch usually sat. In comparison, his right hand was tame with simple rings on his middle and ring fingers. You took the rings to your desk, lining them next to your open notebook.
When you turned, he was sitting to untie his sneakers. He knocked them aside and pitched his socks in their direction. You went to him and combed his hair away from his face. He grinned with a contented sigh, eyes going half-mast.
“Are you ready?” you asked.
“As I’ll ever be, baby.”
“Okay, I’ll light the candles and stuff. You get undressed and kneel in the circle.”
He grabbed your hips to stop you from taking another step.
“Wait.”
“What? What is it?”
“C’mere.”
You moved between his spread legs with a hunch about what he wanted. He pulled at the lapels of your robe to have you bend, which you did. You balanced yourself with hands on his firm thighs.
“Yes?” you asked with a knowing smirk.
He glanced at your chest before leaning in, mouth tilting for yours. You couldn’t refuse that wordless offer. You kissed him once more, languid and tender. As the seconds ticked on, your apprehension faded. It was you and him. It was warm and tingly. It was anticipation and familiarity.
You pulled away to look into his eyes. His pupils were wide, fathomless, and full of desire. You wanted to drop to your knees, give in, let him have everything he’d been denied.
Instead, you inhaled a deep, calming breath.
Save it for the spell.
“Are you ready now?”
He re-wet his lips with a nod. You returned the nod before going to light candles and incense. After clicking off the lamps, you turned to see him standing outside the circle, naked, his hands curled around his groin. The dance of candlelight painted gold across his skin. The curve of muscle deepened, tattoos softened, the waves of his hair became a halo.
Though you wanted to touch him, you moved to the opposite side of the circle and found the ends of your robe’s belt.
“Hold up,” he said.
You released the belt, hoping he wasn’t having second thoughts.
He took a cautious step onto the circle. Before the attack, you would’ve felt the contact between him and the chalk. There was no guarantee you’d feel it after the spell, of course, but you hoped you would.
Eddie eased onto his knees as if in prayer. He held out his hands for you to take.
With a deep breath, you clasped his hands and stepped onto the circle. You needed the anchor of his touch as your equilibrium wavered from focusing on him. He said nothing of it, releasing your hands and reaching for your belt. He unknotted the bow you’d tied. The front panels loosened to hang from the slope of your breasts. You swallowed as he parted the panels enough to see you bare from throat to knee.
He smiled up at you.
“Didn’t know you were naked under this.”
“I didn’t think there was a point in getting dressed.”
“Well...” He glanced down. “I’m not complaining.”
With a grin, you said, “I didn’t think you would.”
He pushed the panels farther apart. The heavy fabric caught on your pebbled nipples. He angled forward to kiss your belly. His hands snaked up your outer thighs and hips to your waist. The slow caress made your breath catch and back arch. He nuzzled into the softness of your middle, humming.
Your cunt clenched. He was so close. He could probably smell your arousal. All you had to do was throw a knee over his shoulder and guide his face to your slick pussy.
That wouldn’t be enough, though. Your orgasm alone hadn’t been enough last time. You needed his as well.
“Eddie...” You pet his hair. “Eddie, we can’t. Not yet.”
With a soft groan, he rested his forehead on your belly. “You’re right... Jesus, fuck—”
You shimmied the robe off your shoulders and tossed it onto the bed. It took ample willpower to step back and drop to your knees instead of sliding onto his cock and riding him hard. The hungry look in his eyes didn’t help, yet somehow, you remained kneeling.
“Mirror me,” you said, walking your knees apart and putting a hand on the chalk.
He did as requested, his face close to yours. His erection jerked between his legs. Clear precome oozed down the underside, glossy in the half-light.
“Breathe with me.”
He stared at your upturned breasts as he bit his bottom lip. His chest started to sync with yours.
“Feel your energy.”
“All I feel is... wanting you.”
You nearly whimpered at his confession.
“I— I want you, too. Just put it here,” you said and nodded to the circle.
He squeezed his eyes closed with a quick bob of his head.
“Christ, when can I start jacking it?”
As before, you reached between your legs. You idly brushed your clit and the tender folds leading to it. Unlike before, there was no need to fantasize about Eddie. He was here now. You could kiss him, taste his skin, and smell his musk as much as you wanted.
“Set our pace, honey,” you said.
He fixed his attention on the hand between your legs while holding the base of his cock. You relaxed into position, waiting. A tension, more intense than before, coursed through your body as the still moment stretched. Your cunt throbbed, and you had to swallow back a plea.
Almost too soft to hear, he asked, “Are you wet?”
You nodded.
He drew his fingers up to smear the precome around his tip and over his frenulum. You mimicked him by dipping two fingers in your hot hole, then spreading your juices on your clit. The slide of them had your hips canting back, your clitoral hood stretching. The tension became physical as your breathing shallowed.
He wrapped his hand around the tip, massaging it and twisting his hand. You circled your clit in broad rotations. He rubbed the dripping slit at his tip, and you used his rhythm to tease your hole.
You met his gaze and exhaled. His eyes glowed with lust, cheeks feverishly pink. Your first instinct was to lean forward to kiss him, but you couldn’t distract yourself — or him.
“Ready?” he asked.
You breathed a ‘yeah.’
He gave a long stroke down his shaft and back up. You used the length of two fingers to stroke your clit. The delicious friction had you biting your lip. His graceful hand built a rhythm until it was the same canter from the song he’d played for you.
Something about that made the song, the situation, raunchier and deeper. It would never not turn you on now.
You mewled.
“Good?” he asked, breathless.
“Keep going.”
His breathing sped as he pumped his cock. You matched him stroke for stroke. The tip of his cock was red like ripe fruit, the shaft flushed. Heat bloomed in your chest, over your neck, and spread to concentrate between your legs. Your clit drew in. You had to press harder, but that hardly deterred you. It ramped up the pleasured warmth. It centered in the tightening muscles below your navel, your sensitive nipples, and, unexpectedly, your bite-swollen lips.
You whispered, “Make us come, Eddie.”
“Just a little faster, baby. Show me...”
You quickened your strokes. You rolled your hips against your fingers. Your eyes refused to stay open, though. You tucked your chin as your body tensed. Give it back. Orgasm was right there. Give it to me. You teetered on that knife-edge.
Eddie groaned like the sound was punched out of him. He growled a curse.
The strain in his deep voice made your gut swoop. It was enough to have you tipping into orgasm. You gave in. It felt like falling. You saw yourself falling into the velvety shadow of magic you’d once known. It thrummed around you, airless and sparkling against your skin. It sucked you in like an undercurrent. You reeled until you broke the surface with a gasp so powerful your head fell back.
You opened your eyes. Light reflected off the ceiling, strong and steady. Not candlelight.
The chalk circle shone like a beacon under you and Eddie.
Your chest heaved for breath. You felt as if you filled the entire room. You felt Eddie’s palm on the floor and his connection with you. It wasn’t the same as before, but it was something.
You met his shocked gaze as the circle dimmed little by little.
“Jesus Christ,” he said between pants. “Magic’s real.”
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Acoustic cover by Yoni Schlesinger of Pink Floyd's "Wish You Were Here" (Schlesinger vocals are more gentle than Eddie's, but you get the idea.)
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson#stranger things#em tagd#waywardrose writes
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Wip Update- The Eden Club
omg endings are so fucking hard. I'm like this,
trying to connect together all the shit I set up in the early chapters LAST YEAR.
bruhhh
anyway here's the first 15 chapters and below the cut is a lil sneak peak of the last chapter!
The work-in-progress polycule has cleaned up, left the club, and resumed their naked, lying in bed activities at Hank’s. Sumo is laying comfortably across all of their feet, more than a little ecstatic to have Connor and Gavin back home.
Connor’s laying on his back sandwiched between his humans, his left hand intertwined with Gavin’s. Gavin’s free hand is holding a half-smoked cigarette, but It’s been over 3 minutes since he’s last taken a puff. Hank’s got Connor’s other hand raised against his warm, if not a little prickly from his mustache. He’s smiling, for the first time in a long time; happy he’s got his whole family under one roof again.
It’s quiet, but it's also comfortable. Natural, and everything the three of them hoped this could be when this all started.
For the last fifteen minutes, the trio has been content to just bask in the peaceful moments.
“Hey Connor?” Gavin’s question are the first words spoken in minutes.
“Yes?” he chips, turning his face to give Gavin his full attention. The man’s eyes stay on the ceiling, but his spike in heart rate signals Gavin knows Connor’s looking at him.
“Can I ask you a question? Like… a personal one?”
Hank has tuned in too. Connor can feel his body shifting beside him.
“Of course Gavin.”
Now Gavin is quiet. His blood pressure has risen a bit more, indicating the likelihood of a thorny question.
“Do you…” Gavin swallows, “you know, like it?”
Connor’s own anxiety and simulated systems react suspiciously to the question. More due to the rawness of the last 48 hours than an impression Gavin was trying to trap him.
“Do I like what?” Connor deflects, hoping to buy another few seconds.
“You know what I’m asking...” Gavin says but his tone doesn’t indicate judgement, jealously, or resentment. Just genuine curiosity. Which is the main reason why Connor he answers the question.
“...It's complicated.”
“Baby,” Hank chimes in, winding his hand around Connor’s middle and squeezing him close. “We live and breathe ‘complicated.’ Lay it on us.”
Connor smiles, the body heat and dual support from them helping him feel more at ease than he’s been in weeks.
“Yes, I suppose I do like- aspects of it. But there are other aspects, I could do without.”
“Like uh, like what?” Gavin asks further and Connor’s quiet again. Fear telling him to keep his mouth shut.
“Hey, we’re not going anywhere,” Hank reassures, and Gavin makes sure to nod his agreement too.
“Thank you,” Connor shudders, tension melting off him near instantly. He didn't realize how badly he needed to hear that. It's the only thing allowing him to continue the dialogue. “Certain dynamics of the club may have changed, but that doesn't mean the clientele necessarily has. And I know, I know, you don’t trust him Hank, but Elijah has given me more freedoms than even I could imagine.”
Hank tenses slightly behind him at the mention of Kamski and Connor feels terrible for all the discomfort he’s caused Hank this last month.
Those statements certainly pique Gavin’s attention.
“Whoa, Elijah, like Elijah Kamski?”
“Yeah,��� Hank growls, “Slimeball bought the damn place.”
Gavin’s eyebrows flew to his hairline.
“What happened to Floyd?”
“Prison.”
“Oh shit,” Gavin laughs, “yeah, well, serves him right.”
“In many ways a change in management has been beneficial for the club,” Connor adds. “I make my own schedule, Elijah doesn't take a cut of my tips. I can work the floor or the rooms whenever I want.”
“Huh,” Gavin says, “Sounds too good to be true, sure he's not playing you?”
“Not entirely,” Connor shrugs, “but so far he’s kept things professional.”
Hank scoffs a little bitterly at that, obviously his opinion on Elijah Kamski will take more time to change.
“More or less,” Connor compromises.
“What's more or less?” Gavin asks.
“Workplace fraternization for starters,” Hank can’t seem to keep behind his teeth.
Connor huffs a bit of his own frustration. But he understands. And he’d much rather they talk about this, than not.
“Everything has been mutually consensual. He’s running a clean operation, in legal terms at least. Though I doubt that place could pass a health inspection.”
“Whoa, whoa, hang on,” Gavin interrupts, still catching up with all of this new information, “you fucked your boss?”
“Both of them, technically.” Connor says, the side of his mouth going up. He hoped referring to Hank would ease some of the shared tension in the room.
It did, 30%.
Now Gavin’s jaw drops open and he laughs, loud and braying, positivity amused.
“He any good?”
Hank bops the top of Gavin’s head with his hand to end that conversation.
“What? I'm just curious!” Gavin defends.
Hank rolls his eyes.
“Yeah well I’m not.”
Connor squeezes Hank’s hand before pivoting.
“I’m very lucky to have two strong officers to protect me.”
Hank barks his laughter, but it sounds genuine and not forced.
"Anytime babe."
Hank's lips on his shoulder again give him the confidence to continue catching Gavin up.
“I also wouldn't have understood the numerous benefits of sex toys and orgasms without the job. I think we’re all incredibly thankful for that.”
“Oh hell yeah,” Gavin laughs.
“I still want to take you two to V’s shop. I think we’re due a shopping trip.”
“I can’t even remember the last time I was in a sex shop,” Hank chuckles, but agrees.
“Wait, who’s V?” Gavin asks and Connor flushes in a combination of embarrassment and fear.
“Another android I’ve been seeing… They own an adult toy store on Cherry and 8th… I’m sorry I didn't prioritize telling you two about them sooner. I actually think the three of you would get along.”
The suggestion gets a moment of hesitation before gavi asks,
“S that a girl name or a boy name? V?"
Connor exhales his anxitey.
"It's their name. They’re nonbinary. I spent majority of today with them actually, when I was struggling. It was helpful, to get an outside perspective on everything I was, I am feeling.”
“Are things, ya know, serious?” Gavin asks and Connor doesn't need his advanced sensors to pick up on his insecurity bleeding through.
“Our relationship status raised today, but I’m not looking to replace either of you. And neither are they with their partner. They’ve been good to me. I’d love for you to meet them. Should you be interested.”
Connor can feel Hank and Gavin exchanging looks before Hank shrugs, pressing a kiss to Connor’s shoulder.
“Sure. Should have plenty of time. Seeing as uh,” Hank clears his throat, before saying the next 7 words in a rush, “I’m suspended for the next few weeks...”
Gavin and Connor both bolt upright in the bed, wearing nearly identical shocked expressions.
“Hank!”
“What the phck happened!?”
Their motions startle Sumo up and off the bed in a big commotion.
“Wow, you guys could be twins,” Hank mutters sarcastically with a roll of his eyes.
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Beer Pong with the Boys.
ft. Floyd Leech, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Azul Ashengrotto
WC: 522
Tags: one shot, beer pong, some cussing, they're in college (relax)
You walked into the kitchen, hearing expletives and shouting as you walked through the doorway. The boys looked like madmen, arguing with each other from across the beer pong table. “No, Ace?! You can’t just make up rules as we go, that’s not how you play,” Deuce shouted, standing beside Azul. “That is an actual rule, Deuce. Are you fucking stupid?!” Ace shouted back at him. “He’s got a point, mackerel. That’s just how it goes,” Floyd said with a loud laugh from behind Ace.
“What are you guys even arguing about?” you said, giving them all a confused expression. Azul walked over to you, putting his arm on your shoulder. “You see, Deuce here must not understand the rules of the game, so he is arguing with his fellow classmates,” he said with a smile. The smile was terrifying, you could tell there was more behind this than you were being told. “I say, why don’t you take my spot? Help Deuce beat the two basketball buddies? What do you say?” he asked.
You watched Ace roll his eyes while Floyd gave a devilish grin. You looked at Deuce, he looked upset. “Deuce, do you want me to be your partner? We have this in my world, too. So I kinda sorta know how to play but I’m not great,” you said coyly. You were lying, though. You were a beer pong legend in your world. Throwing trick shots, crushing the other teams at every party. Deuce nodded his head to you. You walked over to him, still acting like you weren’t going to be of much help at all.
“So what’s at stake here, really?” you whispered in Deuce’s ear. Deuce looked surprised, not assuming that you had picked up on what was going on. “Azul said that the loser team has to do the other team’s potionology work for the next month,” he said as he turned around to you. “And the guy isn’t even good at the game, he was literally just setting me up to fail so Floyd didn’t have to do any work. It’s so fucking dumb.” You gave the other team an annoyed glare before looking back at Deuce. “Let’s fuck their shit up,” you said in a determined tone.
Deuce looked starry eyed at you as you grabbed the cups to set up for the game. “We’ll take it easy on you, Shrimpy,” you heard Floyd say with a cynical laugh. “I’m going to make you eat shit,” you said as you whispered across the table to him. Ace gave a stunned look at hearing your words. “Hey, hey, hey, you don’t even know anything about this game,” he said, gritting his teeth.
“Set up for a 12 cup spaced formation for me, crab boy,” you instructed him. You looked back at Deuce, he looked ready to take them on now. Ace and Floyd looked at each other, an “uh oh” expression slapped across their faces. They both looked over to Azul, sitting in one of the chairs against the wall. He gave them a wicked smile, shrugging his arms and shoulders at them.
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(I ran out of steam for drawing, so here’s the continuation written. Also, I was allowed, like, three more drawings til the limit, and it wouldn’t have fit all of this)
Floyd’s laugh continued for several seconds as Syn processed the fact that they didn’t piss off the eel like they’d thought by biting him to try and get him to stop squeezing the shit out of them.
Slowly getting up from being released by the laughing man, Syn watched him wipe a mirthful tear from an eye.
“I didn’t know you had it in ya, Shrimpy!” he chuckled, looking at his hand where a ring of pressure marks showed on his skin. “You even drew some blood!”
“I, uh,” Syn struggled to figure out what to say, wiping the corner of their mouth with a thumb and saw a crimson smear. Before they could decide to either apologize and say they only did it to get him to stop squeezing them or double down, Floyd quickly moved to wrap his arms around them again and they tried to push him away. “F-Floyd!”
Breathless once more, they were given another bone-crushing bearhug. This time, they weren’t caught off guard as much and could breathe easier, sighing in exasperation as they resigned themself to their fate as an overgrown teddy bear to the eel.
Syn perked up at the sound of footsteps, hearing before seeing Azul and Jade walk around Floyd.
“Hello, Prefect,” Azul greeted.
“H-Hey, Azul. Jade. How are y- Ow, Floyd, what the fuck?!” Syn exclaimed, the hand they used to try and wave at the duo promptly grabbed and bitten by the man hugging them.
“Just making things even between us, Shrimpy~” Floyd’s tone sounded way too happy.
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