#i'm actually really proud of the chair lol

[revelingrexan]

an assignment from last semester! it was a "style emulation" project, where you pick three shows from a list the professor provides, as well as two from a list of:

objects (one handheld size, one person-sized); animals (one small, one large); and celebrities (one male-presenting, one female-presenting)

i'm happy with how these turned out!! 😄

#gravity falls #powerpuff girls #spop #stanford pines #J. K. Simmons #jamie lee curtis #bigger post than i expected! #i'm actually really proud of the chair lol #and these were supposed to be colored but i got a pretty bad injury during this assignment so my prof was cool and #let me turn in just lineart as well as gave me a few deadline extensions. #i also really wanted to do bold outlines for more of them especially the ppg drawings but aaaaaa. #i actually haven't watched much spop asqjskskks and i haven't watched much ppg since i was a kid #outside of gathering refs for this assignment #but they were the most interesting style-wise in the list for me #outside of course Gravity Falls :3 #rexan's art

[dykeishh]

lessons in lust

ellie williams x fem reader

synopsis: ellie meets with her hot tutor for calculus and somehow ends with an anatomy lesson! 

CW: 18+ MINORS DNI, dealer!ellie (throwback asf), tutor!reader, slightly dom!ellie, cunnilingus, public sex (they don’t get caught tho), a bit of teasing, both reader and ellie are just sluts basically. not proofread :3

a/n: heyyy the way i wrote this in literally 2023 and it's just been in my notes… hence slight dealer!ellie appearance LOL its also barely relevant to the story but I just think tutor!reader x dealer!ellie is a hot pairing. also ellie being lowkey dominant in this is so funny cuz i'm really in my sub!ellie era… but its still hot honestly. anyways hope y'all enjoy!

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ellie sighed as she looked at her current course score, knowing she was about to fail her calculus class if she didn’t start getting decent grades soon. she cursed herself for picking astrophysics as a major, recalling how she ‘thought it sounded cool’ and failed to consider that she would need to take difficult math classes.

she didn’t hate it, but she was falling behind as she allowed her ‘business’ to take up most of her time. it was easy to get caught up, and she was pretty proud of herself once the money really started raking in, but was quickly humbled when she remembered she couldn’t afford to retake a foundational course to her major. 

that was how ellie found herself tapping her shoes against the library chair, waiting for her calculus tutor to arrive. she blew out a sigh from her pursed lips as she scrolled mindlessly through her phone, in a daze—so much so that she hadn’t noticed you walk up to the round table until you said, “hi, are you ellie?”

she looked up, a bit startled by your voice in the quiet library, especially because she had picked a spot in the back, away from other people and their chatters. 

she took a second to respond, partially because she had expected some kind of geeky math nerd to be her tutor--especially since it was through the school. however, the main reason for her delayed response was because she knew you.

well, knew is an overstatement, you were a bit of a crush that ellie had in one of her classes. she had never made a move to talk to you, but she often indulged herself by staring at your legs, barely covered by the short skirts you wore to class, and fantasizing about the sounds you’d make with her face between them. she noticed you were wearing a similar skirt today and her mind already started racing, but she quickly snapped out if it. 

“hi, yeah that’s me.”

“i’m y/n, i’ll be working with you today,” you said, smiling at her. she felt her heart rate increase, but she made sure to play it cool. “oh, nice, thanks.” you gave her a slight smile aam pulled your chair in next to her. 

“so, where should we start?”

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after several minutes of going over the subjects taught in the course, ellie’s mind had started to wander back to your short skirt and your words faded into the background as she wondered how quiet she could be while fucking you in the library. you can feel her eyeing you up as you spoke, and try to keep your voice steady regardless of how nervous she’s making you feel. how are you supposed to teach her while she’s practically undressing you with her eyes?

“so, can you show me how you could solve this kind of problem?”, you ask. after a few moments of silence and ellie scratching her head, you giggle, noticing she looks a bit spaced out.

“jeez, am i that boring of a tutor that you’re zoning out?”, you tease. she chuckles and shakes her head, “no, not at all. these kinds of problems just confuse me is all, i really don’t know where to start.”

you scoot your chair closer to her and aren’t sure if you imagine hearing her breath hitch. 

“okay so, show me exactly where you’re having problems."

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“holy shit. you’re a fucking genius. or a saint. both—whatever. i can’t believe i actually understand this,” ellie scoffs in disbelief. 

you smile at ellie and and shrug, “you had it in you. sometimes it just takes a bit of a push. i’m sure you’ll do great on your tests.”

ellie looks at you with a suddenly soft expression, suddenly realizing her appreciation for your help and being so patient with her. she also realizes that she might have a thing for nerds. she would be lying if she didn’t find your intelligence extremely sexy, as if you weren’t already hot enough.

“so, how am i going to repay you for this, y/n?” she asks, leaning towards you and brushing a hair out of your face. 

you let out a shy laugh at her sudden boldness, caught off guard by the cute girl’s fingers brushing against your skin. 

funnily enough, you had heard about ellie before. there was a small number of queer students on campus, and an even smaller circle of queer girls. and as it usually happens, lots of you knew of each other. in fact, you and ellie were both hooking up with the same girl, which was how you knew about her. just based on this, you assumed she was a bit of a womanizer, and her obvious flirting with you now seemed to align with this idea. 

but you aren’t put off by this—in fact, it only makes her more intriguing to you. behind your studious math-nerd image, you aren’t all that innocent either. 

“please, i already get paid to tutor. i’m just doing my job, so you don’t have to thank me any special way,” you reply, amusement laced in your tone.

“i know i don’t have to,” she states simply, “i want to. you helped me out, and i think it’s only right that i return the favor.” as she says this, ellie places her hand on your thigh, slowly moving it up as she looks into your eyes, waiting for a reaction. 

you raise an eyebrow at her, but once you smirk, ellie knows it’s game over. you lean in forward and lower your voice. “y’know, i think you might be right. i did, after all, save your grade in this class didn’t i?” 

you decide you’ll play along and see where this goes. after all, she was fucking hot. when she smirks at your response, you almost start drooling. 5 minutes ago, you were focused on integrals, but now all your brain can think is how fucking badly you want those long fingers to keep moving up your leg. 

“so how exactly are you going to repay me?” you ask, although you already had an idea of what she had in mind. 

even though ellie was hoping for this situation, she couldn’t believe you were actually down. when she realizes this, it goes straight to her clit. was she really about to fuck her hot tutor? 

ellie suddenly starts lowering herself under the desk.

“i think i can help you better down here.”

you just about come right in that moment, looking down at her mischievous green eyes from beneath you. your breath hitches and you look around to make sure that nobody is watching. 

“fuck. that’s so hot. okay… you just-you have to tell me if i’m being too loud, okay?”

ellie nods and can’t seem to wipe that smirk off her face as she crawls forward and positions her face so she could look under your skirt. you spread your legs slightly for her access and you can immediately feel her hot breath on your inner thighs, causing you to shudder. she looks up at you, making direct eye contact as she leaves wet kisses on your thighs, teasing you, even in this moment where she should be going quickly as to not get caught.

you bite your lip when she drags her middle finger over your clothed heat, then slowly rubs your clit through the pink fabric. you hear her curse to herself and you feel yourself getting wetter as each excruciating moment passes. after a few moments, she pulls your panties to the side to view your soaked pussy. 

“you’re already so wet,” she quietly groans. you almost whine when she brings her mouth so close to your center, looking up at you from her hooded eyelids and just holding herself there to tease you just a little bit longer. 

ellie takes a mental snapshot of your desperate expression as you look down at her, with your lips between your teeth and eyebrows furrowed. but she can’t wait any longer herself. needing to taste you, she licks a long strip from up your pussy and you immediately find yourself choking back a moan. 

ellie seems pleased by your reaction and starts leaving wet kisses on your clit, sucking lightly as she pulls away and alternating with gentle flicks of her tongue. its driving you absolutely crazy how gentle and slow she’s being, and you start to roll your hips to satiate her relentless teasing. she knows that it’s not enough but she’s also aware of how much more wet it’s making you. 

she sucks a little harder on your clit and your head falls back as you gasp in pleasure. then she pulls away, lightly smacking your thigh. 

“uh uh, keep looking at me. i want you to watch me while i make you feel good, baby,” she murmurs before she dives back in.

you pull your head back down to watch her with your mouth slightly agape and see her low-lidded eyes are clouded with lust. your back arches as you feel her the pressure of her tongue increase and watch her bob her head up and down under your skirt. ellie isn’t holding back and you can hear the messy, wet noises her mouth makes against your cunt in the quiet library. everything about the situation was borderline pornographic, and you almost feel dizzy from how much it was turning you on. without stopping her mouth movements, you feel her one of her fingers rub against your entrance before plunging deep into your cunt, causing you to let out a little moan. her eyes flick up back to yours, giving you a dangerous look as a warning. one of your hands clasps over your mouth to muffle your sounds as best you can. 

“feels good, doesn’t it?” she whispers, and you nod in response, causing her to tsk at you. “i want to hear you say it. tell me how good i’m making you feel,” she demands, slipping in a second finger. 

when you remove your hand, you accidentally let out another small whimper, and you respond as best as you can, “it f-feels so good. fuck, it’s too good,” you whisper, eyes rolling back into your skull.

satisfied with your answer, she reattaches her mouth to your clit and sucks harshly, forcing you to bite your fingers to hold back your sounds. her fingers speed up as well, and you can hear the lewd sounds of your wetness even louder now. you’re getting dangerously close, and she can tell by how your insides clench around her fingers. 

“s-shit, i’m close, ellie,” you half-whisper, half-whine. 

“i know, baby.”

she continues her assault with her tongue and fingers, doing her best to drive you crazy. she can feel her own wetness growing between her legs as she listens to your muffled sounds. when she sees your face, all fucked out and desperate, she nearly cums on that alone. “you gonna come for me?”

“mhmm,” you whimper, unable to respond properly as your mind and body are completely clouded with pleasure. your hands find her hair, needing somewhere to grab as the intensity became too much for you, causing her to moan into you, and the vibrations of her voice push you over the edge.

your body freezes up completely for a moment, then jolts as your release hits you, hard. you can’t help but moan and your legs shake as she keeps her pace, prolonging your orgasm for as long as she can. when the overstimulation becomes too much, you push her head away from you causing her lips to detach from you with a pop. you gasp for air and your body trembles as you come down from your high. 

when your vision unblurs, you see her still between your legs, lips and chin covered in a combination of your wetness and her spit, and watch her smirk before she cleans her fingers off with her mouth. it’s the most erotic view you’ve ever seen—you could cum a second time.

she helps you put your panties back on and slowy rises from under the table, looking around to make sure the coast is still clear. she chuckles when she sees you still slumped in your chair, recovering and wraps her arm around your waist to help you up. 

“how was that for repayment?” she teases.

you chuckled, still out of breath, and hoped that she’d be setting up more sessions with you in the future.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie x reader #ellie smut #ellie williams fan #ellie williams fanfiction

[kalims]

Can I please request any Twst character seeing their crush kiss their tsum?

⊹ kissing their tsum tsum

premise. maybe leaving their tsum somewhere to come back to wasn't such a good idea anymore when it's clearly taking the attention of the person they like.

parts. floyd (i somehow forgot him help)

content. gender neutral reader

characters. riddle, leona, jack, epel, sebek

cw. written by someone who hasn't played through the event and does not know shit lol

note. are they just plushies??? or do they have a consciousness of their own??? I am so confused but wow I wrote somehow

I just slapped whoever had cards on the event onto here 😭 caters part is my favorite ugh

riddle rosehearts

left his tsum in it's custom made velvet chair to grab another jar of sugar since riddle didn't know it ran out.

and yes, he had one made for it. smaller version of his own and stuff, it literally has better privileges than any other resident of the dorm.

^ he totally drinks tea with it and believes that even if it isn't actually alive it's him and if this tsum didn't drink tea at the exact time for a specific rule he still feels like he broke one.

he even pours a cup for it hekasbkqkas.

I mean the liquid doesn't get drank by anyone obviously but riddle still does it.

so as he's walking back, opening the chair to take a peek to see if it's enough cubes once he closes it, and looks up he almost just trips on air and drops the glass jar.

he fumbles with the object for a second, blinking rapidly at the sight of you snuggling into his tsum then giving it little kisses every now and then, did he hear you calling it cute—?

"wha...what in the world are you doing?!"

"it's so adorable.." you mumble, hearing the boy but it just goes in one ear and out the other.

good lord he doesn't know whether he'd like to melt into a puddle, combust from his red face, or be that tsum.

should he be jealous? no. but is he? yeah. even if he's denying it severely.

next session the tsum was left with no tea and was promptly caged in his room in hopes that you would not do all that to his tsum, and to his real self instead.

leona kingscholar

I honestly don't think he would really care for it??

I mean wow. it looks like him. cool. whatever. what's he supposed to do with it? it's just a plush no need to work up so much for it.

not that doing effort for it benefits him in anyone but he just keeps it on his bed since he didn't really wanna go anywhere else and his bed just happened to be near so...

*yoink*

no one tells him this, especially not ruggie but he actually sleeps with it. an arm over it sometimes and usually coddling it in his arms.

trust me ruggie has proof.

100 madol for 5 seconds fr

well as usual it's in his bed just there in it's habitat just like the real leona kingscholar.

even someone like him takes the time to actually go to the bathroom so while he's gone, and when he's on his way back he immediately knows you're there.

that's a scent he can recognize anywhere (well duh. bro spent so long tryna engrave it) and if he can smell you so close to his destination then obviously you're in his room.

also he left the door slightly closed and it's more open than before so that's that.

just like anyone else he completely stops before he could open his mouth and is actually flabbergasted and flustered?

why are you kissing his tsum?? "that's kinda creepy ain't it?" he drawls but his tucked ears says I wanna be it so bad.

"guess i'm creepy then."

you say simply and go back to coddling the damn thing. leona scowls at the relevation. there's no way a small, lame version of him is gonna win you like that!

move over so you can enjoy the real thing >:(

jack howl

mr. everyday is leg, arm, everything day guy.

I believe he's more of an outdoors dude, a very sweet outdoors dude.

the kind of sweet outdoors dude that would buy a miniature plushie version of weights for his tsum so it can get the eveyday is leg, arm, everything day too.

cute thing is jack is actually so proud of himself 😭 evident from the cute lil' wag of tail he does.

he's so pure!!

and him and his tsum totally 'work out' together.

well it's mainly him but he likes to think that his tsum is too. if he's doing an exercise that doesn't require a lot of moving his tsum is just there somewhere with it's weights facing him.

if he's running he has it on his shoulders awww..

sometimes he can get a little distracted though. from his intense focus he didn't even hear you approaching, let alone sitting down and basically hogging his tsum all to yourself!

at some point you just made the tsum copy whatever the real jack does. jack is doing push-ups? damnn.. tsum is doing is so easily.

you get the point.

it's only then when jack notices when he hears you and mistakes your comment for him.

"ahh, you did great cutie.. so strong, so cute." he hears you mumble and turns pink before turning back to look at you and the happy movement of his wolf traits pause.

oh that wasn't for him.

jack stares in envy. HE SWEARS THAT TSUM JUST SMIRKED AT HIM.. LITERALLY TRAITOR.

man just feels betrayed.

cater diamond

absolutely adores him tsum to bits!!

ever since he got it he practically drags it everywhere and his magicam page is full of it.

I reckon cater named it. maybe dia(mond) or something, if not then the classic cater 2.0 which is funny cause now he got 3 clones!!

^ the other two and now lil' cater 🎤

which makes me wonder. it'd totally be cute if he had like, two other tsums that are copies of the result of his unique magic. now it's actually cater 2.0 for real!

cater 2.0 is definitely more popular than some students so you could go up to one and say: you know who this is *picture of random student*

they'll be like: ehh... can't say I do, or seen them before

you holding up a picture of cater 2.0: what about this?

them: oh thats cater 2.0 obviously!

random student crying in the backround.

IMAGINEEE (laughs in pain)

ahem. he likes to have his tsums (tsums cause he actually got 3 to match himself) around everywhere so he can incorporate them into his selfies.

also he needs to feed everyone more cater 2.0's content. there's cater D, cater I, and cater A who all spell out dia :DD big brain

in the music room of his club where's he's peacefully testing out a riff behind him his tsums lay..

so obviously he didn't hear you shuffle into the room, let out the quietest gasp ever and just take the three into your arms and look like you're in heaven.

you stay like that for a while, smiling and hugging the tsums cause wow were they just adorable! and there's three of them!

you all spare the three a sweet kiss before realizing that the music has stopped and cater is pouting at you.

"aw that isn't fair!" he whined, and smiles cheekily. "these guys and I want some of that too!" he points to his two splits that has recently conjured.

now you got three miniature caters that got the kiss, and three real caters that want one yayy!

sebek zigvolt

said he was not going to care for.. something like that and if there was anything like.. that, the only thing he'd care of was one of malleus'.

then said that 'he wanted to educate the plush' even though it was a plush. he's already contradicting himself here, where's the hate??

legit just rambled to the plush for an hour straight preaching about the greatness and glory of his young master.

where silver actually woke up from! silver!! crazy, right?

it must have been a lot of even silver rose from it.

said he was not going to spend anything on it unlike the other people who had spent a hefty amount of madol for the comfort of their tsum and for them alone.

but he figured.. just getting a small painting of the young master so the tsum would look at it everyday isn't too much of a stretch.

that's what he said before and now he's on his way to get another smaller version merch of malleus.

god forbid if malleus ever came inside the room cause he's just gonna see a lot of stuff.. but don't worry cause sebek atleast has a separate corner for all that.

'I will not care for it' my ass.

of course he had completely forgotten that he had invited you over and was outside fetching his blade he forgot to bring inside.

as per dorm rules! don't want it flying away anywhere if a.. *coughs* storm suddenly appears.

lilia had already invited you in and insisted it was fine for you to enter sebek's room beforehand even with your doubts he just pushed you in and you weren't in a place to argue when he didn't even budge when you tried to stop.

once you just walked around out of curiosity it was only in due time where you would see the plush.

an idea pops in your head.

sebek did not expect to see you inside his room.

let alone on his bed, with his tsum in your arms and you dutifully committing yourself into showering it with love and affection.

he's just flabbergasted, shocked to silence, every synonym near to those. but there's an increasing amount of steam pouring out of his ears as his face twitches more by the minute.

"WHAT ARE YO—"

you kiss it so casually that sebek shuts up and almost faints out of embarrassment and fluster.

WHAT IS GOING ON?? he's so confused. WHO LET YOU IN??

bat chuckling somewhere

epel felmier

would very much like to dress up his tsum.

he knows because vil already saw the tsum looking like a monstrosity covered in dirt and leaves, only spared a disappointed look but stayed silent.

not in the way you'd think cause he feels like he can do whatever he'd like to this tsum and vil wouldn't really care like the man would to real epel.

a hallelujah for him honestly.

he doesn't really put much love to his tsum but it's pretty cute that's all. rook finds it way more appealing than him though which he isn't sure how to interpret.

epel doesn't leave it just anywhere when it's outside of pomefiore. cause students there are polite and definitely would not wreck a plushie that looks exactly like him.

if he did the tsum would probably disappear on campus and be found in a dumpster.

*chills* cause he somehow feels for the tsum.

when he's angry he just vents to it and vents whenever. including the times he's just having a crisis about you.

if that tsum was alive godddd epel would be so exposed.

he left the tsum somewhere outside, in the middle of the garden.

he was practicing his make-up there, as per vil's instructions and went out to go fetch a product he had forgotten to grab along with the others.

he figured he might as well take a cup of water as a drink to go.

epel is just gulping down the water when it's just coincidence that he lowers the cup, sees you, there's water still in his mouth, then you give his tsum a little cute kiss so he just spits it all out.

OH MY GOD WHAT WAS THAT. he thought completely out of it. he stares intensely at the tsum.

he's definitely regretting venting to the tsum about you cause epel somehow thinks it's somehow alive and is now rizzing you up, with the knowledge HE gave IT!

he's so mad help 😭

*epel trying to aggressively rizz you up too*

"you don't need that." *snatches and throws the tsum away*

IN JEALOUSY.

meanwhile you watch it fly with sad eyes. :(

mad epel.

note. jesus christ I wrote all of this RIGHT AFTER I posted that /srs ☹ AND I DID ALL THIS IN LIKE AN HOUR HELP ME WHERE DID THAT COME FROM

commision me!

#twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst fluff #twst imagines #twst scenarios #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #cater diamond x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #epel felmier x reader #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #cater diamond #jack howl x reader #jack howl #twstnexus #ㅤ◜◡◝ . . signed !

[jeongheart]

touch

summary: 'physical touch refers to expressing and receiving affection through touch, physical closeness, and other forms of physical connection'.

w.c: 1.4k.

tags: strangers to friends to lovers (kinda?), mutual pining, fluff.

a.n: i'm soft, this was inspired by that video of jeongin bumping into jisung lol. my first innie work aaa i'm so happy that i finished it, i'm so proud of this one too.

as always, english is not my first language so sorry in advance for any mistakes, leave your thoughts if you like! it means a lot.

Jeongin doesn't like to be touched.

He strongly believes that his personal space is sacred, and he can't understand the people who require physical contact 24/7.

It's no secret to anyone that he dislikes (physical) displays of affection, not that he doesn't have them with the people he loves, he prefers to let them know that he loves them with a special gift on their birthday or by buying them something that reminds him of that person.

He especially hates hugs. He feels trapped by the other person, and despite the fact that in the 22 years of his life he repeated it a thousand times, his family and friends don't seem to get the hint.

He doesn't want to be surly, really. It's something that has been like that since he can remember.

Jeongin doesn't like to be touched.

Except if that someone is you.

It's funny actually, you'd met casually, the way people met before: in real life. The first day of college was tough, everything and everyone was new and having to get used to a "grown-up" routine all of a sudden was something that took time.

He remembers the time exactly: 07:20 am. It was the first of the day, he was sitting in front of the class, he had a bad habit of being easily distracted, so he had to force himself to overcome his shame and desire to sleep to be in front of the blackboard.

The class started at 07:30, and the room was almost full. The professor arrived less than a minute ago and Jeongin was glad to be alone and in peace. His notebook lay open in front of him, the pages white and spotless.

Until you arrived, late.

You came running, it was obvious that you'd fallen asleep. Your hair was somewhat messy, probably due to the wind and the run you made through the building, your face was red (from embarrassment and exertion), but a smile was present on your face.

The professor looked at you funny and with a gesture of her hand she asked you to come in and take a seat somewhere free.

The only one was next to Jeongin.

Your eyes lit up at the sight of the empty chair, and even though you couldn't see it, Jeongin rolled his eyes as he saw you approaching the table.

With the woman summarizing her presentation, you arranged your things on the table (everything was in pastel colors, the blonde noticed) and you looked at him expectantly with that smile still on your face.

He could tell you were alone, actually, you were the only two who were. All your other classmates knew each other. So your attempt to start a conversation with him was logical, you also realized that he was alone.

"It looks like we'll be buddies" You smiled again and then told him your name while you extended your hand in an attempt to shake his, a very old gesture and not funny at all according to Jeongin.

He played dumb, but he told you his name. And then he said nothing more, watching out of the corner of his eye as you slowly lower your hand to rest it on your lap.

The weeks passed like this, you had a clear love language and unfortunately it was the one that Jeongin hated the most. You were always trying to touch him, not in a wicked or weird way, just friendly since that's how you showed affection. You were friends, but he couldn't tell you 'stop doing that' every time you reached out to touch his shoulder to get his attention.

You annoyed him every time you did that, but he couldn't deny that when you weren't getting clingy he appreciated your company. You were a comfortable presence in his life most of the time, and he liked not being alone in an unfamiliar environment where everyone greeted each other and ate together every day.

The first part of the academic year ended in the blink of an eye and the relationship between the two of you was only growing.

Jeongin didn't know when he let you touch his arm for the first time, he thinks it was in the library when you were studying for an exam.

He was nervous as he couldn't memorize anything and you, ever so nice, reached out your hand in an attempt to comfort him to rest it on Jeongin's left arm which was sprawled on top of the book he was trying to read.

Jeongin hadn't noticed that he hadn't tensed like the other times and he just kept reading and rereading the same sentences while the heat rose to your cheeks.

You didn't know what changed, but the fact that the boy who moved away every time you got at least 5 cm closer than normal had finally relaxed around you had butterflies flying in your stomach.

The months unfolded normal after that, and Jeongin would let you into his bubble of personal space more and more often.

He definitely hadn't realized how much he liked to feel your warm hands on his when he needed to calm down before a presentation or how his heart would jump in his chest when he saw you smile after you hugged him goodbye when he dropped you at your house after college.

"I like you a lot, Innie" You told him after the second exam.

Another final exam ended, and with it, the end of the year was drawing near. Jeongin was going to a vacation with his family in Busan and you definitely couldn't go weeks and weeks without seeing him, or his dimples or hearing his laugh and you would never forgive yourself if you didn't tell him everything that was on your mind every time you were together.

Jeongin looked like a statue, his mouth was opening and closing in an attempt to find the right words. His mind had short-circuited and it seemed that he had lost all ability to form a coherent sentence.

The snow was falling around the two of you, the heartless winter wrapped you from head to toe and as the minutes passed without an answer, your heart raced more and more and if Jeongin paid enough attention he could see how your eyes began to water as you overthought your sudden confession.

Maybe he didn't feel the same way, and you were making a fool of yourself. You began to prepare the speech of 'sorry, I shouldn't have said anything' to save your heart from the impending rejection and to be able to escape from that situation as quickly as possible.

Until Jeongin moved, he took two short steps until he was face to face to you. He was a head taller than you and your eyes searched his urgently, trying to decipher the answer he hadn't put into words.

The blond placed his big hands on your cheeks, reddened by the cold and now by shame, and caressed your skin with his thumbs.

You swore that if it wasn't for his soft grip on your face, you might have passed out from how fast your heart was beating, your legs felt like jelly, and the suspense felt eternal. You wanted to yell at him to answer or for him to do something, anything to finally stop your heart racing with feelings.

You opened your mouth to talk, but Jeongin closed the distance between you by placing his lips on yours.

You froze at first, arms still on either side of your body but then, as if awakened from a trance, you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to lose yourself in the heat of the kiss, everything around you felt cold except for this moment, the soft feeling of his plush lips on yours and the warmth spreading from the tip of your fingertoes to every strand of hair on your head.

He moved only a few inches from you, enough to be able to whisper over your lips "I like you too".

You laughed slowly, so softly that it almost felt like a whisper, so only he could hear it "Yes, I think I realized that" And tangling your hands behind his neck you brought him closer to you to kiss him again.

Jeongin doesn't like to be touched, but you were the only exception.

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[dellalyra]

Family Formation Part Four

Summary: A special moment follows you and Satoru going full protective parents on the kids Principal.

CW: mentions of fighting, misogyny (not from anyone we like lol) swearing

A/N: ngl actually proud of this one. i really wanna make the reader like endlessly warm and loving, but also badass and powerful because women are amazing - and show how much the reader and gojo love each other after all they're only early twenties and still completely lovesick

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Vigilante Shit - Taylor Swift

Paris, Texas - Lana Del Rey ft. SYML (for the ending)

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"Good afternoon, am I speaking to Ms. Y/L?" Echoes through your phone as you step out of the meeting Satoru and you were having with the higher-ups, who were busy telling you how to teach and do your jobs.

"Hi, yeah, that's me. How can I help?" You reply.

"This is Principal Ito, I'm afraid there's been some... trouble with Megumi at school today. Would you be able to come to the school to collect him and have a discussion?"

"Is he alright? What happened?" Panic rose in your chest. Was he sick? He was fine this morning, ate his porridge and drank his juice and flipped Satoru off when he tried to kiss his chubby cheeks and squish his face - so absolutely average Megumi behaviour.

"He is perfectly fine, we'll discuss more in detail when you arrive."

"Okay, his dad and I will be there in 15 minutes." You had recently taken to just saying you were his parents because explained that you had taken in the children and were hoping to formally adopt the children of the man who killed your boyfriend and your boyfriend then actually killed came back to life, after the father and sold his son to the family he excommunicated himself from.

You stroll back into the meeting, bending to tell Satoru the situation who immediately stood up.

"We're leaving - parenting shit to do, bye-bye wrinklies." He said, taking your hand and waving to the higher-ups as he lead you outside. Teleporting you both to the school gates so you didn't just appear out of thin air in a middle school.

Greeting the school secretary, she leads you to the principal's office - where you find a sullen, scowling Megumi looking defiant with his 9-year-old legs swinging from the middle of the three chairs facing the desk. He doesn't even look up when you and Satoru walk-in, staring straight at the principal.

Principal Ito, a greying, pot-bellied man sits behind his desk.

"Ah, Megumi's guardians, yes?" He asks shaking Satoru's hand first, then yours.

"In the process of legal adoption, but yes we're his guardians. What's going on? You okay, 'Gumi?" You sit beside the boy on one side as Satoru sits on the other side, taking a lollipop from his pocket and popping it into his mouth, and handing one to you and the kid between you.

Megumi shrugs in response to your question.

"Mr. Gojo, Ms. L/N, I'm afraid Megumi here is in some serious trouble. At lunch break today, he started a fight and participated which resulted in 4 other boys being brought to the nurse for injuries, extensive injuries." Your jaw dropped, your Megumi? Sure, he had attitude, and was Toji's son being raised by Satoru Gojo (you'll ignore any part regarding your temper's influence), but he was a quiet, introverted boy, taking comfort in books and animals, traits he was learning and inheriting from seeing you seek comfort in the same things.

"Is this true, Megumi?" and "Wait, you beat up for other kids and haven't a scratch. Well done kid! Proud of you lil' man, fist bump!" Coming from you and Satoru, respectively. The principal looks completely shocked, but for once, Megumi actually does a fist bump Satoru, showing no remorse for his actions. You rolled your eyes at the two boys fist-bumping, both with their candy hanging from their mouths, your fiancé was mentally 9. Unwrapping your own lollipop, you turned back to Ito.

"Megumi will be suspended for two we-" The principal began but you stopped him.

"Excuse me, shouldn't we hear Megumi's side of the story before any choices are made without us here?" You interject, as the principal waves his hand toward Megumi, signalling him to speak.

"I'm not gonna say sorry. They were pulling on a girl's hair and calling her names and saying mean stuff about her so I stopped them, but then they started doing the same to me so I hit them." The boy shrugs the words out, quiet yet wholly confident in his actions.

"Ah! See, completely valid - good job bud, let's get your sister and head for lunch together. C'mon babygirl, let's have a fun family afternoon with the kids!" Satoru says as he ruffles the child's hair and moves to stand.

"Mr. Gojo, this behavior is totally unacceptable, and your lack of condemning it and disciple is wholly reprehensible. Megumi will be suspended for two weeks while the board makes the decision whether or not expulsion will be the route we proceed with." Ito declares .

Now, after hearing, and trusting the word of your child - you turn to the principal.

"I'm sorry, am I misunderstanding the situation? A child was being bullied, physically and emotionally in the schoolyard - with no teacher intervening with a total obvious lack of monitoring, so my son stood up to the bullies, who then turned on him and began to physically assault him and he defended himself - yet he is being punished? What of the other boys? I assume immediate expulsion - no deliberation needed?" You lean forward toward the desk, passing your lollipop to a smirking Satoru, who knew that edge in your voice never ended well for the recipient. After all, he'd heard the same measured, cold, clipped, and endlessly terrifying tone when the higher-ups had told you to revise your curriculum on differentiating curses this morning (if he remembered, the exact words were: "I appreciate that you have a clearcut, if antiquated, unrealistic and frankly idiotic vision for how you expect these topics to be taught, however, as a special grade sorcerer I feel I am wholly equipped and far more prepared to decide how I teach my students that the majority of this board who have been solely directing from this room for the entire duration of their exceptionally long tenure." God you were especially sexy when you diss the higher-ups).

"The boys are quite seriously injured Ms. L/N, which we feel is punishment enough - and it is Megumi's word against the four other boys and I'm afraid we must listen to the majority." The principal eyed your flaring nostrils and smirking fiance.

"You've gotta be kidding me! The kid did the right thing, if anything give him an award, school hero!" Satoru interjected.

"I am absolutely floored by the words I'm hearing, Principal Ito, I'm afraid it's all difficult to swallow." You respond.

"I'm sure it is, but perhaps this will teach Megumi a lesson in behaviour and I suggest stronger discipline at home - I know you are not his parents and it must be challenging figuring out what to do."

"First of all, what I'm shocked by Principal, isn't Megumi's behavior - but your sheer ignorance and lack of accountability for the obvious failings of your faculty. I cannot believe a school would allow such behavior to continue, especially since both Megumi and his sister have mentioned four boys who are notorious bullies on previous occasions so rather than dealing with the root problem, you choose a scapegoat to shoulder the blame. Second, how dare you insinuate we are not fit to raise a child, we may be young, hell were 22, but these two children are our son and daughter, we are their parents. We raise these children to be brave, stand up for others and know right from wrong and protect those who cannot protect themselves." You take a breather, and the principal turns to Satoru.

"Mr. Gojo, perhaps you would care to calm your partner down, before things escalate." Ito directs at Satoru, who only smirks and says to Megumi "He's done it now. Watch this."

"How DARE you tell him to calm me down! Why don't you just say 'get your woman under control' and be done with it? Christ, I thought the board of the school we teach was misogynist, avoidant, antiquarian, hostile, and cowardly but you, sir, 'toru baby cover Megumi's ears, take the fucking cake. I'll save you the paperwork, I'm withdrawing my kids from this damn school, no kids of mine will go to a school led by a like you an absolute prick like you. Boys, we're leaving, and we'll be taking Tsumiki." You stand, pushing the chair back as Satoru cackles laughing at the indignation on the man's face. Megumi grabs his backpack and your hand, and you both walk out of the room.

Before he leaves, Satoru turns to the man, "Isn't my girl awesome? She's the best mom! No wonder I wanna marry her!" He throws a lollipop on the desk, and saunters out winking at the stuttering man.

The three of you grab Tsumiki from her class and walk toward the exit when she turns and asks what's going on.

"Why are we leaving, it's only 1pm? Did something happen, Satoru why are you smiling that that? Wait, Megumi, why are you smiling?" She spews looking between you all.

"I got into a fight and they tried to blame it and Ito told Dad to calm mama down on me so mama got mad at Ito and called him a prick." Megumi said to his sister as you and Satoru froze.

He called you mom, he called him dad.

Satoru and you just stared at each other, your eyes welling up with tears and pride. You guys had spoken about if the moment happened. Tsumiki had asked one night when Megumi was sleeping if she could call you guys mom and dad, you both said of course, you'd be privileged (Satoru cried, a lot), she then said she would wait for Megumi so as not to make him feel out of place or uncomfortable, ever the sweet, kind girl. You warned Satoru sternly to not make a big deal of it when he did, as you'd never spoken to the little boy about it, not wanting to push him and telling Satoru to not follow through by planning a 'mom and dad' party, knowing it would only mortify Megumi and make him uncomfortable, he had reluctantly agreed with you.

Knowing this came from you both standing up for him and speaking up for him, you mouthed 'I love you' to him and he responded 'I love you too' over the heads of the chattering kids.

"What? Are you hurt? Dad what did you say? Mom did you really call him a prick?" Tsumiki added.

"Your mama's a badass, kids!" Gojo added.

"We take no shit from men, Tsumiki, remember. Plus, he was being an ass to your brother so it was me doing that or your dad hollow purpled him for disrespecting me and you two." You grab Megumi's hand, rubbing circles into it as he looks up at you.

As Gojo recounted the events to Tsumiki, Megumi turned his little head to you.

"Thank you, mama." He said quietly, shy as ever, into your side.

Willing yourself not to cry, you kiss his forehead.

"Always, darling boy."

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[neewtmas]

hihihi im here with the request hehe thank you so so so so much again you’re so amazing i can’t believe it

lockwood x she/her reader with the prompts

"Prove it."

"How much of that did you hear?"

“It's a long story." "I got time, try me."

but if they don’t make sense just go with the flow you’re already so so so so so wonderful for doing all of this i’m not gonna be picky lol 🫂🫂🩷🩷

hellooooo!!! thank you so much for these great prompts and for your patience!

I have to admit I did struggle with an idea at first but I think I turned it around and now I'm actually really proud of this, so I hope you like it too :)))

Enjoy 1.5k of Lockwood goodness just for you <333

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When you woke up, the room was filled with the pale glow of the full moon shining outside the attic window. Usually, Lucy pulled the curtains close when she went to bed, so there shouldn’t have been a way for the moonlight to disturb your peaceful slumber. Your eyes were heavy as you felt around the other side of the mattress. It was cold, Lucy’s blanket still folded up from the morning before. You slowly sat up, looking over at the little digital alarm clock on Lucy’s bedside table.

11:30.

Due to a headache, you had gone to bed earlier tonight, leaving your three colleagues behind in the living room. The pounding in your head had subsided considerably after a few hours of sleep, but your throat felt dry like sandpaper. You reached over to the cup on your bedside table, only to find it equally dry. Oh well. With your house slippers on, cup in hand, you made your way down the stairs. You made an effort to be quiet, just in case anyone else was sleeping already.

The kitchen was dark, and you didn’t bother switching on the bright light which would have probably only hurt your eyes anyway. The faucet was right by the window, where the moon shone bright enough for you to see what you were doing. After two cups of water, you were ready to make your way back to your bed. As you carefully pulled the kitchen door closed behind you, your eyes fell on the thin strip of light that poured out of the living room onto the floorboards of the hallway.

On second thought, maybe the bed could wait and you could join Lucy for some late-night talks in the living room. You stepped closer to the door, subconsciously trying to move as quietly as possible. As you approached the door, you could hear Lockwood’s voice as well as Lucy’s. So they were both still awake. The door was slightly ajar, allowing you to peer into the room before opening it fully.

Lockwood and Lucy sat on the couch, Lucy with her back to you. George was nowhere to be seen, probably in bed already. Something about the way Lockwood and Lucy were turned towards each other made you stop in your tracks. The hand that had been ready to push open the door slowly fell to your side, as you watched with wide eyes as Lockwood took both of Lucy’s hands, smiling at her tenderly.

“Look, I’ve been trying to get this off my chest for such a long time. Ever since you started working here, really. You are so important to me.”

It felt like someone had placed a noose around your neck and pulled it tight. Were you about to watch Lockwood confess his love to Lucy?

Lockwood hesitated now. You watched Lucy squeeze his hands. “Go on”, she said encouragingly.

“More important than I could ever put into words. Everything about you is perfect to me.”

Suddenly you felt like throwing up. Your head was spinning as you stumbled backwards and blindly felt for the wall to steady you. The thought of them being able to hear you didn’t even cross your mind as you practically raced up the stairs.

⫘⫘A few minutes prior, in the living room⫘⫘

“No, stop! Try again.”

George was slouched in one of the chairs, biscuit in hand. “That was horrible, Lockwood. Where are the feelings? Where is the love? I’m not feeling the love!”

Lucy had to bite back a laugh as Lockwood grimaced. “It’s Lucy! You try confessing your undying love to Lucy, and we can talk again.”

She kicked his shin. “Hey! Don’t forget I’m trying to help you out here. Just imagine it’s Y/N. Shouldn’t be that hard, we know she’s all you think about.”

The tips of Lockwood’s ears went pink. “Alright, alright. Let’s try again. Lucy, don’t look at me like that or I’ll laugh.”

Lucy made an effort to keep a neutral expression. Lockwood went to grab both her hands and took a deep breath.

“Look, I’ve been trying to get this off my chest for such a long time. Ever since you started working here, really. You are so important to me.” A short pause. George nodded encouragingly and showed a thumbs up. Lucy squeezed Lockwood’s hands.

“Go on.”

“More important than I could ever put into words. Everything about you is perfect to me.”

Lockwood was about to continue when the sound of footsteps on the stairs sounded through the room. He immediately dropped Lucy’s hands. “Did you hear that?”

George got up, turning to the door. “Yes”, he said slowly. “Sounded like someone running up the stairs.” He and Lucy exchanged a worried look as Lockwood rushed to the door. “Shit! Do you think she heard?”

“Probably.”

“That was not the plan!” But Lockwood didn’t stay to explain what exactly the plan was, instead, he ran out into the hallway and up the stairs, taking three steps at once.

Lucy looked over to George. He just shrugged. “Maybe that was the kick in the ass he needed.”

Lockwood was sure that he had never run up a set of stairs that fast in his life. He was out of breath as he came to a halt in front of the door to the attic. His hands were sweaty as he knocked a few times, praying that you would open the door.

At the knock you sat up on the bed, frantically wiping away the tears from your cheeks. Who could that be? George? Maybe your running had woken him up and he was here to tell you off. You buried your head in your pillow. You didn’t want to talk to him. You wanted to wallow in self-pity and cry about the fact that the boy you liked, liked your best friend instead. But the knocks continued.

You wiped your cheeks again, just for good measure and hoped that the tears weren’t so obvious. You pulled open the door, ready to tell George that you were sorry but not in the mood for a scene, but the words died in your throat as you came face to face with Lockwood. You gasped, trying to close the door again. He moved so quickly that you barely registered it and held it open.

“Are you crying?”, he asked, and while you shook your head, the tears came back with a vengeance at the concern and tenderness in his voice. “No”, you sniffled, taking a few steps back. “Leave me alone, please.”

He ignored you. “What’s wrong? Were you downstairs?” You didn’t say anything, just wiped another stray tear. Lockwood sighed deeply. “How much of that did you hear?"

It felt like your stomach had tied itself into a thousand knots. “Listen, Lockwood, I’m happy for you and Lucy, but please, I need some time to myself right now.”

“Y/N –“ Lockwood ran his hand through his hair. “Listen to me. It’s not what you think.”

Suddenly, you could feel anger rising within you. What was he trying to do? Flirting with you for months, keeping your hopes up, only to then choose Lucy and tell you ‘it’s not what it looks like’.

“It’s not? It seemed awfully clear to me, Lockwood.”

You could tell he was hurt by your sharp tone.

“I swear it’s not. Please, Y/N, you have to believe me. It's a long story."

You crossed your arms over your chest. "I got time, try me."

Lockwood buried his face in his hand. It was hard for you to see him like this. He seemed to be in great distress.

He stepped closer to you, and you allowed him to take your hands, even though you immediately had the picture of him doing the same to Lucy in your mind.

“This is going to sound so dumb, but I promise you it’s the truth. I’ve been thinking so long about how I could possibly tell you how I feel about you. And George had this idea – this stupid idea where I would confess to Lucy, but pretend it’s you. Like a practice run. That’s what you heard.”

You stared at him. “How could I possibly believe that?”, you finally asked, and his shoulders slumped down. “You always know exactly what to say, in every situation. How am I supposed to believe that you need to practice –“

“Because you make me so unbelievably nervous, Y/N. You should have heard the five attempts before that final one. It was pathetic. George could have come up with something better.”

You smiled weakly. “I’m not sure about this.”

Lockwood looked at you, desperation written all over his face. “I know a way of proving it to you if you let me”, he said, his right hand slipping up your arm to cup your cheek. “Please?”

Your head was spinning from his sudden closeness and the warmth of his hand. You closed your eyes. “Prove it”, you whispered and your heart skipped a beat as you felt the soft touch of his lips on yours.

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[augustghosts]

The Best Thank you

Tommy Miller x fem!reader

On that night in 2003, Tommy calls his girlfriend instead of Joel. 

(let's pretend the literal apocalypse doesn’t happen for this one, ok?) 

 I started writing this like a week ago before ep 6 and after seeing ep 6 I haven't been able to stop thinking about tommy fucking miller. Anyways, this ends kind of abruptly because i’m bad at endings lol. And this is the worst title ever, I couldn't think of one. Hope you enjoy <3

Warnings: 18+ so minors dni pls, not proofread so lmk if u spot any mistakes lmao. Lots of pet names. Established relationship, ppl in love n all that. Oral (f receiving), unprotected sex. Tommy defo whimpers btw.

Word count: 3.1k

“Shit!” She almost rolled her eyes at herself as she did the classic scramble around the bed in the dark for her phone. After a few seconds she grasps it, her eyes squinting as she looks over a number she doesn’t recognise. She considers not answering, it is midnight. But calls this late are usually important, right? Fuck it. 

“Hello?” She’s hesitant, but the sigh she lets out makes it sound like she’s annoyed. Tommy is nervous, he’s actually fucking nervous. After no answer from Joel, he didn’t know what else to do. He was well and truly fucked. He's leaning against a cold wall, the payphone is heavy in his hand - not as heavy as the stare the officer who’s watching him is giving him. He looks down at his boots instead and squeezes his eyes shut before replying. The sound of her voice immediately helped his situation. 

“Hey, honey!” He sounds a little too cheery, he honestly cringes at himself. He can’t tell if its the pure fucking anxiety he’s feeling because of this phone call or the alcohol. 

“Tommy? What’s wrong?” She sussed him out immediately, the sounds of his voice initially putting her at ease before she sensed the edge in it. God, he thinks, she’s so damn smart. And she knows him so well. He catches himself smiling at the just the thought of her, until he remembers where the fuck he is. 

“Yeah. I’m, uh - I'm okay.” Did he just stutter? This is one of those times he wished she didn’t have this kind of effect on him. 

“Okay?” She beckons him to continue, leaning over to her nightstand to flick the light on. Her room is illuminated revealing a pair of Tommy’s shoes by her door and some clothes he’d left there still thrown over the back of her chair. 

“Look, I'm - um.” Fuck, Tommy. Just say it. “I’m in jail.”

There’s a pause on the other end, a pause that’s a little too long and makes him think she’d hung up. He takes the phone away from his ear to glance at it, as if that would help.  Her voice is small when it finally comes through. “What?” 

“Did you actually not hear me or do you just want me to say it again?” He tries to joke. 

“Say it again.” Her voice is stern, it immediately shuts him down. 

“I’m in jail.” He sighs. 

There’s another pause before she asks: “Are you okay?”

His heart squeezes in his chest. He had expected a million sighs, a telling off or maybe even a dial tone ringing in his ear telling him she’d hung up on him. But no, of course she’s not like that. He knows that - she’s better than anyone he’d ever met. Of course his beautiful girl with her beautiful heart, who had just been woken up at midnight, was going to ask him if he was okay. 

“Yeah. I’m fine.” His voice is uncharacteristically small. 

“What happened?” 

“I don’t know. It's- you know I was at the bar and one of my buddies got into a fight and I was just helping him out. I think maybe I knocked the guy out, I don't know.” He does know. He did knock the guy out and honestly, he was pretty proud of it. But he doesn’t want to tell her that. 

“Oh, okay.” Honestly, she’s confused. Not sure why he was calling her, didn’t he have a brother? 

“Anyway, look baby, I'm sorry but I need you to help me out.” 

“How?” She asks. She’s sitting up now, and suddenly she doesn’t feel tired anymore. 

He sighs again, he really doesn’t want to be doing this. “Darlin’, I really am sorry but I need you to bail me out.” 

She’s silent again for a second, “Now?” 

“Yeah, it’s friday. If I don't get out tonight I'll be here all weekend.” He’s speaking faster now, he sounds like he’s panicking. Shit, is she really gonna do this? Of course she is. She sighs as she stands up. Tommy hears it and it makes his chest squeeze again, guilt flooding him as he speaks. “Please. I’m sorry.” 

“Which jail?” She asks - he tells her. A feeling of relief almost overtakes the guilt as he hears her shuffling around on the other end. 

“Okay.” She says, slipping her shoes on. “I’ll be there soon.” 

“Shit, thank you sweetheart. I’ll make it up to you.” He promises. She doesn’t respond - the line goes dead. Honestly, he feels like he’s getting mixed signals. Was she mad? Was she upset? He couldn’t tell. Fuck Joel for not answering.

Half an hour later she’s pulling up in front of the station. Her heart is beating faster than ever, maybe she should have left him here over the weekend. Taught him a damn lesson. She knows she doesn’t mean that, but she seriously considers it as she gets out of her car. The place is weirdly empty for a Friday night, a few people sitting on chairs in front of the desk. Only two people sitting behind said desk, she had expected it to be a lot crazier. Maybe the crazy is happening where Tommy is, somewhere in the back. In just a few minutes after a conversation at the desk Tommy is walking towards her. He looks more nervous than she’s ever seen him. His usual cocky and confident demeanor, which she loves so much, has been replaced by guilt and embarrassment. She stands with her arms crossed as she waits, watching as he’s handed back his phone and wallet. 

“Hey.” He says as he turns to her, he almost wishes he could go back inside. 

“Hi.” She replies, she turns and leaves. He follows, already going through an apology speech in his head. When they get outside she stops by her car, turning to face him. 

“Baby, look, I'm sorry. I-” He starts his speech but is cut off by her soft hands grasping his face. Her hands are warm on his cheeks and he brings his own hand up to rest on top of hers. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She asks. He nods, his gorgeous brown eyes wide as he anticipates what she’s going to do next. She surprises him by leaning up to kiss him, pulling his head down to meet her lips. He sighs as she kisses him softly, his hands wrap around her middle - he pulls her as close as he can. He had been contemplating tonight being the end of this, all his worries that he had disappointed her melting away as he felt her smile against his lips. 

“You’re an idiot.” She mumbled against his skin as she pressed a kiss to his cheek. He mirrored the grin on her face as he pulled away from her, she was still holding his face lovingly. 

“I know.” He smirked. Shit, even after all this - a night of drinking, an apparent bar fight and a few hours in jail, he still looked gorgeous. 

“So, am I taking you home or?” She trailed off, stepping away from him and rounding her car to the drivers side. 

“Only if you’re coming with me.” 

“We’ll go to mine then. I have work in the morning.” She says, and that guilty feeling almost returns, but when he sees the smirk on her face, he mirrors it with the same amount of enthusiasm. 

When they enter her apartment, Tommy suddenly isn’t as nervous anymore. Alcohol still running through his veins and excited over the thought of getting to spend the night with his girl instead of in a fucking cell. She’s slipping her shoes off and placing her keys down on the shelf beside the door when he approaches her from behind, wrapping his arms around her - chin on her shoulder. 

“You’re my goddamn hero.” He jokes, mumbling the words against her skin as he nuzzled into her neck.

“Sounds like you were the hero tonight.” She whispers back, placing her hands over his and leaning back into him. He’s pressing kisses along her neck as he responds. 

“Yeah, and i got fuckin’ arrested for it.” 

She laughs loudly, turning in his arms to kiss him again. More passionately and messily than in front of the police station. His hands grip her hips tighter, one traveling down to knead at her ass. Her own hands push his button up off of his shoulders, leaving him in just his white shirt. God, he looked good today. She can feel his cock through the front of his jeans as his hand on her ass pulls her forwards into him.

“I gotta admit,” She pulls away from him, his mouth tries to follow hers but she grasps his hand, leading him to her room. “It is kinda sexy, Thinking about you winning a fight.” 

She decides that maybe he deserves a bit of a show after the night he’s had. He’s standing in the doorway watching her, his trademark smirk plastered onto his face as she slowly takes her shirt off - Tommy’s shirt, actually. Already braless from being woken up at midnight, the jacket she had thrown on top of his shirt has already been abandoned at the door. He couldn’t lie about noticing her nipples through her shirt as she’d taken the coat off earlier. He makes a show of crossing his arms and leaning against the door frame, the smirk now turned into a grin. One that she's mirroring as she unbuttons her jeans and slowly slides them down her legs. His eyes follow, once they trail over her hips and legs he decides he can’t take it anymore. Having her standing in front of him in nothing but panties is not how he thought this night was going to end. 

“Fuck, baby.” His voice is noticeably deeper now as he comes to her, gripping her hips so she's against him. Her bare chest pressed against his clothed one. “I’m gonna give you the best thank you you’ve ever had.” 

And with that, he crouches down to haul her up into his arms - her legs wrapping around his waist as she laughs above him. He presses a quick kiss to her lips before dropping her down onto the bed. It’s his turn to put on a show now as he rids himself of his own shirt. He kneels in front of her and presses a kiss to her ankle before grabbing them both and using them to haul her towards the end of the bed. His mouth is inches from her pussy and she sighs as she feels him pressing kisses up her legs. He’s always been a tease, he lives for the sounds she makes. He loves to see her squirm. And squirm she does as he begins to slowly suck and bite the skin on her thighs. 

“Tommy.” She sighs his name and tugs on his hair and he swears his cock twitches in his jeans. “Please touch me.” Fuck, the effect she has on him is insane. He wants nothing more than to rip the denim off of his legs and fuck her into the matress, but he knows what she needs. And he will always give it to her. He presses one last kiss to her stomach before sliding her panties down her legs and throwing them behind him. 

“You’re so pretty, baby.” He whispers, just inches away from where she needs him. He used his thumbs to part her lips, a groan leaving his lips as he leaned in and dragged his warm tongue down the length of her. She sighed above him, her hands still holding onto his hair. He focuses on her clit, his tongue drawing tight circles over the nub. After a couple of strokes he closed his mouth around it, sucking gently. 

“Shit, Tommy.” One of her legs lifted around his shoulder, her heel pushing him further towards her. He smiled against her, he loved pleasing her. She always thought about how lucky she had gotten with Tommy.  A man who knows what he’s doing, and loves to do it. After playing with her clit for as long as she could take he pulled away. A beautiful smile on his face as he watched her squirm, her hands grasping his shoulders trying to push him back down. 

“You wanna come for me, gorgeous?” He asked, breathless. 

“Please.” She nods enthusiastically, just as breathless as him. “Please make me come!”

“Whatever you want princess.” He smirks, bringing his mouth back down to her pussy. His lips closed around her clit once more. He brings a hand up underneath his mouth, a single finger tracing her entrance before pushing inside. He moans against her when he feels how wet she is, adding another finger. She’s whining above him, moaning his name and pulling on his hair and he thinks about how he could definitely come like this. Shit, he has before. He fucks her with his fingers exactly the way he knows she likes, his tongue continuing to dance on her clit until she closes her thighs around his head. 

“Oh fuck, Tommy!” She moans loudly, neither of them have time to think about her neighbors right now. “I’m gonna come.” 

He continues what he’s doing as she grips harder on his hair, her legs closing tightly around his shoulders as she arches her back as she comes. He watches her face, she always looks so gorgeous like this. He fucking loves it. He fucking loves her. He keeps going until she's giggling breathlessly and pushing him away. He sits up, kneeling at the bottom of the bed between her legs, pressing one last kiss to her thigh before standing up and ridding himself of his jeans. She whimpers when she sees just how hard he is. He looks gorgeous as he stands above her, his cock flushed and leaking. He climbs on top of her to kiss her messily, her wetness still around his mouth as he pushes his tongue inside of hers. 

“How do you want me?” She whispers against his lips. 

“Fuck, turn around sweetheart.” He’s grinning at her as she follows his instructions. Turning around onto her stomach and leaning on her elbows. He takes a hold of her hips, pulling her ass up so he can get a view of her dripping pussy. “God I can't wait to fill you up, you ready for me?” 

“I’m always ready for you.” She smiles at him over her shoulder. He groans at her words, realizing he cant wait any longer, he takes a hold of his throbbing cock and lines himself up to her glistening hole. They both moan as he pushes in, her warm walls welcoming him as they squeeze him in. 

“So fuckin’ tight.” He whimpers as he begins to set a pace. “God, i fuckin’ love your pussy.” 

She feels like his words make her more wet, if that's even possible. 

“I love your cock, Tommy.” She moans as he fucks her slowly, holding himself back. He wants to enjoy her, but her heavenly cunt makes it so difficult. “Please, make me feel good.” 

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I'm gonna.” He says through gritted teeth. He always does, but she loves to tease him. And she knows how much he loves to hear her beg for him. He continues to fuck her like this, picking up his pace eventually when she begins to whine for him to go faster. She breathes his name as his cock begins hitting just the right spot, her hands tightening around the bedsheets - needing something to hold on to. Her chest pressed up against the bedsheets, her body being thrust forward as Tommy fucks into her, adds deliciously to the stimulation. He knows her so well, he can feel when she's getting close. Her silky walls tighten around him, her hands clenching and unclenching as her back arches more. Her whines of his name becoming higher in pitch. He’s close too, so with a smack to her ass that makes her yelp he pulls out. She doesn’t have time to process as he turns her over climbing over her again to kiss her. She moans against his mouth, his soft lips and tongue mixing with her own. Her legs wrap around his body as he pushes into her again. Immediately setting a bruising pace, both of them too close to care. 

“You gonna come for me baby? Yeah?” He eggs her on as she nods, desperately. “Come on baby come around my cock. Let me feel it.” 

The sight of her reaching down to play with her clit as she comes undone beneath him is enough to do it for him. 

“Where do you want it?” He hisses. He knows the answer, but he always asks anyway. 

“Come inside me Tommy. I wanna feel you.” He practically whimpers her name as he empties inside of her. She pulls his face down towards her again, wanting to hold him close. He bites into her shoulder as she whimpers in his ear, still coming down from her own high. Both of them enjoying the feeling of him filling her pussy up. 

“Holy shit.” She murmurs. A drowsy smile on her face as she plays with his hair until he eventually lifts his head from her shoulder. He laughs before pressing a kiss to her cheek. He sits up, pulling out of her and biting the inside of his cheek as he watches his come drip out of her. 

“I love you.” She says, reaching for him again. 

“I love you more.” He smiles as she pulls him down for a kiss. “You gotta sleep, not long until you need to get up for work.” 

“Yeah,” She agrees, still trying out her breath. She stands up to make her way to the bathroom and stops at the door to say: “A long night of being a hero.” She hears him laugh from the bed as she shuts the bathroom door, her legs still slightly wobbly and tingling. He definitely kept his promise, the best damn thank you she’d ever had. 

#Tommy miller #hbo tommy miller #tlou #the last of us #hbo the last of us #Tommy miller fic #Tommy miller x reader #Tommy miller x fem reader #Tommy miller smut #Gabriel luna #the last of us fic #the last of us smut #smut

[circe69]

What a Ghostly Scene

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem! Reader

narrative: you believe in ghosts, and the Ghost himself is the most skeptical of anyone. "forget about that ghost for a second and focus on this ghost." cw: mentions of a gun lol simon gets annoyed at the ghost. that's it though! genre: fluff ofc A/N: i'm kind of proud of this one actually, it was just really fun to write. hopefully you guys enjoy! Also- i got the title idea from “my tears ricochet” by miss swift:)

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"Simon, I'm not kidding there is something over there."

You and Simon had decided to camp out in a small, abandoned log cabin, and it was just as terrifying as they portray abandoned log cabins in the movies.

You were crouching down behind a rocking chair as Simon moved towards the corner you were pointing at.

"What are you talking about, I don't see anything," he growled as he slid his rifle back to the side of him.

You stood up slowly, looking both ways before walking next to him and grabbing on to his bicep, like a koala.

"Well obviously you wouldn't be able to see it, stupid, it's a ghost!" You heard the noise again, what sounded like something scratching against the wall. You were certain that ghosts existed, but Simon, not so much. Yes, the Ghost himself was extremely skeptical. Either that or his ego was far too big to be convinced that he wasn't the first person to be named a ghost.

He rolled his eyes, secretly getting excited that your body was so close to his. He decided to say something a little out of his comfort zone, "So, you wanna start up a fire or someth-"

"SIMON LOOK THERE IT IS AGAIN!" You screamed, jumping onto his shoulders and borderline choking him as your arms wrapped around his neck.

"Y/N, stop screaming. Whatever it is, you definitely scared it away."

"Okay, rude. Now get your camera out, I'll try to record it."

His hands were wrapped around your calves, until one of them let go to retrieve his phone, and he handed it to you over his shoulder. He started walking towards the corner that you were so fixated on.

You opened his phone and gasped, "Stop. Am I your lock screen? That is so cute."

"Shut up. I probably did it on accident."

You laughed as you put his phone in your pocket, figuring that Simon was right and you probably scared it away.

"Okay, I'm gonna get down now," you said while trying to slide down Simon's body.

"M-mm. No." He grabbed onto your wrists so you couldn't get down. He started walking towards the master bedroom as you scooched back up to rest your legs on his hips again.

"Simon, what are you doi- WHAT THE" He threw you over his shoulders to land on the soft bed.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" You screamed while dying laughing and crawling towards the headboard of the king-sized bed, until all the sudden he grabbed you by the ankle and pulled you back under him.

"Forget about that ghost for a second and focus on this ghost," he said while tickling your sides and kissing up and down your neck.

"Who are you all the sudden? Being all needy and dependent?"

Simon bit down gently on the skin under your collarbone, and you gasped and proceeded to laugh even harder at his antics.

"Whatever," he whispered against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

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Later that night, as the two of you sat down on the couch watching TV, you heard it again. But this time, Simon caught it first.

He stood up and got his gun out, "Cover your ears, love." You did as he said and watched as he shot one bullet at the corner, leaving a whole in the wall.

"That should take care of that." He wiped his hands together and clapped, showing that he was proud of his efforts. You smiled as he sat back down next to you.

"You killed one of your own, Ghost!" You teased while pointing at the bullet hole.

"It was a fake, Y/N. I'm the only real Ghost."

"Oh obviously. My bad, Sir Ghost." You politely mocked the brooding man sitting next to you, trying to ignore the fact that he just shot a wall for you.

"Thanks for rescuing me," you said, snuggling into his arm and further under the soft blanket.

He leaned down to kiss you on the forehead.

"We gotta get a priest in here or something, clean the whole place up." The two of you laughed as the fire crackled and snow fell outside the window.

#ghost x reader #ghost x y/n #simon riley #ghost mw2 #ghost fluff #simon riley fluff #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #modern warfare #ghost imagine #circe69scribbles

[toxicanonymity]

dbf!Joel x fem!reader

FML Anon, now I can't stop thinking about a striptease from trouble!Joel, your dad's friend you're secretly fucking. Imagine him "jokingly" giving you a strip tease on your birthday in front of your friends and family.

Stepmom asks, "Joel, you didn't bring a present?" And he's like "what are you talkin' about? It's right here" and starts doing his sexy little dance walking toward your chair. It's supposed to be "funny" because of his age and slight dad bod and it's normal for him to goof off. But you're dying on the inside like he's really doing this right now. And they're all laughing except stepmom. You're shrinking into your chair covering your face. Meanwhile, Frank can hardly contain himself like 👀 because he's so amused by the situation based on what he thinks he knows.

You drove separately of course but you're both going back to his place. When you're at a stoplight, he's behind you and when you look in the rearview mirror he's smirking at you, all proud of himself.

Then you make Joel give you a real one later 🥵. And/or if you really wanna punish him, you give him one and don't let him touch you OR himself. Eventually you tell him to take it out but don't let him touch it yet. Tease him a little more, then a minute later finally say "go ahead" and make him jack off. Give him the lube too so he doesn't have an excuse to touch you.

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Meanwhile your stepmom brings it up to your dad in the car. "That was inappropriate," she says, even though your dad was laughing.

"Just Joel being Joel." He brushes it off like relax, don't be such a prude.

"You don't think they spend a little too much time together?"

"What, last week? he was helping her move."

"something doesn't feel right to me," she claims. Dad rolls his eyes.

"she's young and impressionable and I worry about-"

"My daughter? Impressionable? She has balls of steel, Jacklyn. He's the one you should worry about."

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if you're wondering how they get away with it look at their master list for my answer lol. It also has when he's helping her move.

If you want to read an actual Joel strip tease, it's here.

Edit: yeah I'm retconning her stepmom's name to Jackie & the real ones know why ☠️

#stripper!joel #trouble!joel #joel miller x reader #joel miller imagine #joel miller blurb #toxicanonymity ☠️ #trouble!joel☠️

[ripdragonbeans]

Shakespeare In Love - Part 1

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT // 18+

Modern!Aemond x Reader

Summary: Your best friend Helaena and her older brother Aegon decides to surprise you with a blind date on your winter break with her younger brother, Aemond. Two Shakespeare nerds form a strong friendship but is there more? (The answer is yes)

Warnings: Fluff, angst later, POSSIBLE smut later???

Thank you @theold-ultraviolence and @sapphire-writes for being my beta readers! (I hope I used that correctly lol)

Ever since the accident, Aemond knew he was different. That everybody stared at him with curiosity and fear. Usually the latter. With a jagged scar running over his face, and a dazzling sapphire in the other. It’s no wonder to him why they gave him those looks.

Aemond sighed, slid his hands into the pockets of his black leather jacket, and braced himself against the cold wind that would hit him as soon as he walked out the door. He was on his way to meet up with his brother and sister, Helaena and Aegon. Surprisingly, they met someone whom they both agreed that they needed to introduce to Aemond.

He still didn't really know why he accepted the invitation. Well, he did, but was confused as to what was the why. At first he agreed to meet up because Helaena put on a pouty face and begged him to. Then Aegon kept pestering the hell out of him, constantly texting him and sending annoying ass Snapchats. But as the day to the meeting creeped closer Aemond couldn't help but feel curious, hopeful even, that there might be someone else to talk to.

Aemond was quiet; he studied hard and put all his energy into his work, but didn't have company outside his family and close family friends.

He picked up his pace to get to the cafe faster, the blistering wind slapping him in the face. Thankfully, he got there without freezing his ass off. Aemond entered the cafe and was instantly welcomed by a cozy warmth and the smell of coffee. He barely had time to take in a deep breath when Helaena called out to him.

"Aems! Over here!" She shouted. Well, not really shouted. Helaena never raised her voice above her usual delicate tone but Aemond could hear her anywhere if she was calling to him.

Aemond gave a soft smile to his sister and rolled his eyes at Aegon, seeing him sprawled over the table, most likely feeling the effects of a hangover. Aemond quickly got his black coffee before joining his siblings at the table. 

"I'm so excited for you to meet Y/N, she's an absolute sweetheart!" Helaena exclaimed in a sing-song voice. She leaned closer to Aemond and gave him a sly smile, "and she has a very soft spot for Shakespeare."

Aegon groaned without lifting his head. "Did you seriously just say something about Shakespeare?" 

"Be quiet and be nice when she gets here," scolded Helaena. 

This time, Aegon rose, putting on the grandest voice he could muster. "Methinks the lady doth protest too much."

Helaena glared at Aegon while Aemond closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He couldn't help himself, he had to correct him. "While the sentiment is the same, that line is frequently misquoted. The correct line is actually -"

"'The lady doth protests too much, methinks.' said by Hamlet's mother from Hamlet."

Aemond's eyes went wide as he saw the girl who finished the sentence for him. She was right behind him, how did he not notice?

She gave Aemond a shy smile. "Hi, I'm Helaena's friend, Y/N. And I guess I'm Aegon's friend, too."

A high pitched squeal erupted next to Aemond. Helaena never makes such sound unless she’s extremely excited. She shot up from her chair and nearly tackled Y/N.”

"I can't believe you made it!"

"Of course I made it, you know I always pull through for you.”

Helaena pulled out of the hug but kept her arm around her best friend.

“And I'm not proud to admit it, but Aegon did help a bit with easing the nervousness of meeting up with…" 

Y/N's eyes locked in on Aemond. She had never seen a guy so beautiful and it made her heart flutter a bit. His silver hair fell down just below his shoulders. Against his all black attire his hair and his eye beckoned her attention. 

Eye. Only one. A vibrant violet eye, but still only one. In place of the other eye was a black eyepatch that sculpted his face perfectly. What the eyepatch didn’t cover, however, was the angry scar that marred his face.  

"Meeting up with you. Yeah, hi, um… I'm Y/N. Sorry, I already said that when I interrupted your conversation. I just get really excited about Shakespeare, you know? And there's so much of his work to digest and analyze and his work is so prevalent even today and can really help actors because his work is just beautiful and -- shit, I'm rambling aren't I?"

Aemond couldn't help but smile at her babbling. It wasn't every day that he came across someone who gets as excited over Shakespeare as him. Even though it was brief, he noticed how Y/N's eyes lit up when she mentioned Shakespeare. He could tell she was nervous but her passion covered anything that suggested otherwise.

“Y/N is here for a few weeks on her winter break. Initially it was just gonna be me and her but then Aegon brought up that our fellow sibling might need a new friend,” Helaena explained. 

Y/N reached out her hand to Aemond. “Once again, I’m Y/N. I’m going to assume you’re the famous, brooding sibling your brother and sister talk so highly of.”

Aemond went to run a hand through his long silver hair. Y/N watched him, completely entranced by his beauty. Y/N knew she was fucked. She knew she was fucked when she interupted their conversaion and laid eyes on him.

“Yeah, I’m Aemond,” he took her hand and gave her a little shake. “Glad to know my brother and sister speak so highly of me to others,” he chuckled.

Y/N’s eyes went wide. “Oh fuck, I’m so sorry, no that's not what I meant. I meant that they talk about you a lot and I think you're interesting and oh shit." She proceeded to flop her face on Helaena's shoulder while her best friend patted her head.

Aegon grinned at Aemond. "See? She's just your type. Rambling and all."

A muffled noise came from Helaena's shoulder.

"Y/N's right. Shut up, Aegon."

Aemond looked at his siblings and then her, Y/N. He awkwardly coughed to break the tension. 

"So…uh…" Aemond had no idea what to say in this situation so he blurted out the first thing that darted through his mind. 

"Ya like jazz?" Silence fell as Aemond registered what he said. "God fucking dammit," he immediately snapped his head to Aegon. "Shut the fuck up, Aegon."

"Seriously? That's the first thing you say to someone? 'Ya like jazz?' from the Bee movie?" Aegon was almost falling out of his chair from laughing too hard.

Aemond was too focused on trying not to punch his brother in the face that he didn't notice Y/N had lifted her face from Helaena's shoulder and softly giggled with her.

“Okay, I’m not gonna lie, that definitely caught my attention, and in a good way,” laughed Y/N. “Really, it’s a nice break from my stream of consciousness.”

Aemond turned to look at Y/N and gave her a small smile. His face now had a tint of color and went down the sides of his neck. 

“Glad to be of service, then,” he said, almost giving a theatrical bow before deciding against it. Instead, he opted for a cheeky wink.

Aemond and Y/N locked eyes and for a moment it was just them. A violet eye meeting warm brown ones. 

“And I think that’s our cue to leave, Aeg,” muttered Helaena. She knew Aemond and Y/N would hit it off, but not this quickly.

Aegon clapped Aemond on the back. “Okay, little bro. Have fun on your date!”

Aemond snapped his eye to Aegon and Y/N to Helaena.

“I’m sorry, a date?” Y/N asked Helaena.

“Yeah…sorry, Y/N. But you know you need to go out more, especially after that... incident, and, well, here’s my solution to that. You can’t stay cooped up in your apartment by yourself all the time.” Helaena looked at Y/N and then Aemond. “Both of you.”

Y/N drew in a deep breath then turned to Aemond.

“I’ll give it a shot if you do.”

#beans fic #modern aemond #Modern!Aemond #aemond is ooc but we're just gonna go with it #modern aemond x reader #aemond x y/n #aemond x you #aemond x reader #hotd #house of the dragon #house of the dragon fanfic #hotd fanfic #modern au #modern hotd

[ooksaidthelibrarian]

Babylon 5 Rewatch S1E9: Deathwalker

The Hour of Scampering, but of course

I know Deathwalker has plot armour here but man I would have thought that if Na'Toth wanted you dead, you would BE dead

LOL G'Kar's lil impatient wave at Na'Toth to follow him out of the interrogation room

LORDT Abbut's clothes, such 90s very pattern, wow

okokokshe would be dead, I didn't think of that

good to know that when people call the commander, the call goes right through with video on! what could go wrong with this

everyone and their mother knows about the hole in Sinclair's mind it seems

I adore Lennier so much, he is the best

Sinclair and Garibaldi are each other's conscience in this show/season and I always enjoy it. I'm very on Garibaldi's side here.

Sarah Douglas as Deathwalker gives such a visceral performance, it's great

I also enjoy the little history lesson we get on all the races

FISH LADY

Garibaldi apologising to Sinclair is such a nice touch

Lennier does NOT like his instructions, that's for sure

yessssss we get to see a whole bunch of alien ships and it's really fucking cool

people always complain about B5's special effect but come on, they look fine. More than fine, actually.

aw Ivanova is so proud when Sinclair compliments her work

Thalia, just punch him in the brain

also, it seems terribly unwise to have your brain out in the open like this but what do I know

the twist to that immortality serum is so good and Deathwalker delivers it with such relish

AND THE VORLONS WITH THE STEEL CHAIR

I really like this episode for all the background information we get on the races, the dilemma Deathwalker presents everyone with and seeing how they all deal with it. The immortality serum itself makes zero sense but it doesn't need to, it's there to kick the story into gear and that it does very well.

#babylon 5 #b5 #b5 rewatch #dai watches stuff #b5 deathwalker

[corroded-hellfire]

So I loved your “Love Comes Walking In” fic. I read it every day! For your celebration, I was wondering if you could do like them planning a road trip, but it's all chaotic. Maybe there are elements of angst, but then it ends with fluff? I'm not sure if I'm doing this right, lol

I love your work, and I can't wait to see your future projects! Congrats on 2k followers 💕

Honestly, when I wrote the first part to this, I wasn’t sure if they were going to get together or not. So thank you for requesting this and giving me a chance to figure them out! And thank you to @munson-blurbs for all of your help 💚

In the same universe as Love Comes Walking In

Words: 6.8k

The long-awaited day had finally come and was now coming to an end. It had been a long day. Waking up at the crack of dawn just to get to school early – without forgetting your cap and gown – just to practice walking down the aisle of meticulously placed folding chairs on the football field. Of course there were some stupid people in your graduating class, but you weren’t sure they needed to actually practice their walking to a seat. 

Then the ceremony itself seemed to take forever. Outside in the hot June sunlight, sitting in a sea of students in green robes and probably not one of them paying attention to Principal Higgins drone on. Some of the students probably didn’t even listen when Nancy Wheeler went up to speak as valedictorian, but you did. And you knew all of your friends were paying attention to her as well. Her speech was eloquent, kind, and above all, full of optimism. Nancy tended to be a glass half full kind of girl and she’d even managed to rub some of that off on you. 

Robin is one of the first to walk across the stage and get her diploma. Jonathan was not too far behind her. Then the list grew boring, people you’ve known for years but never really cared that you wouldn’t see again. Jason, Chrissy, Vickie. Although you did get along well with Vickie and if she and Robin were headed in the direction you thought they were, you probably would be seeing more of the redhead. 

Then came the name of your favorite person. Someone who has waited longer than anyone else here for this moment to finally arrive. You see him sitting in the row ahead of you, unruly hair somehow tucked into the green cap. Right before his name was about to be called, he turned his head and smiled at you. He shot you a wink and it felt like it suddenly got twenty degrees warmer outside. 

“Edward Munson.”

There were cheers from the stands: hellfire buddies and Wayne. And probably your parents.  There were cheers from the students: hellfire buddies, some other friends, and you. The three-time senior bounded up on the stage and when you saw him shake Principal Higgin’s hand instead of flipping him the bird, you looked into the stands and saw Mike and Lucas exchanging money, having bet on if their Dungeon Master would actually go through with his threat or not. 

You were so caught up in watching the proud beam on his face as he took his diploma and headed back to his seat, that you almost missed your own name. Luckily, you’re snapped back to attention and stood from your seat and made your way to the stage. There were cheers for you as well. The same group from the stands, probably Steve too, and the same group among the students as well. But there was one exceptionally loud cheer that you heard above all the other noise. 

Eddie.

His vociferous shouts had you grinning from ear to ear as you accepted your diploma and headed back to your chair. Eddie caught your eye on the way and gave you another wink. It’s a good thing you weren’t wearing heels, or you definitely would have stumbled on the artificial grass. 

Things with Eddie were good. Ever since the night of prom – real prom and your own special prom – you and Eddie have been closer than ever. As touchy feely as Eddie was before, it seems to have kicked up a few notches. His hands are always on you, or his arms are always draped over you. And though things have been headed in a positive direction, it still hasn’t gone as far as you want it to. There have been no admissions of feelings, no kisses. But it seems like the two of you flirt with each other more and more every day. 

Even now, at the graduation party you’re attending at the Wheeler’s, his arm has been around the back of your chair the entire time. The sun is setting now and most everyone finished their food that Ted Wheeler barbequed on the grill. 

“You guys leaving tomorrow?” Robin asks and takes a sip of her soda.

“Bright and early,” you confirm. 

“Now, where are you going?” Steve asks. He leans in on the table, forearms bearing the weight. 

“Not sure,” Eddie says with a shrug. “Plan is to drive east until we hit the ocean. After that? Who knows.”

“In the bucket of bolts?” Robin asks, raising her eyebrows. 

“Good thing I’ll have a mechanic with me,” you say, nodding your head at Eddie. 

“How long will you be gone?” Nancy asks.

“Depends where we go,” Eddie says. “We’re planning on two to four weeks, though.”

“You’re going to come back either married or hating each other,” Vickie says. 

“Could be both,” Steve says. “My parents are both.”

“And on that happy note,” Eddie says. “I should get going. Gotta finish packing and get some sleep. Am I dropping you off?”

“Yes, please,” you say. 

Hugs are given and goodbyes are said before you and Eddie head out to his van so he can take you home. 

The first thought that runs through your head when your alarm wakes you up is I am not in school anymore, why the hell am I getting up this early? But then you remember why, and it gives you the boost of energy you need to get out of bed. Weeks out on the road alone with Eddie? The perfect way to kick off the summer, in your opinion. 

You had packed your bag the night before so all you had to do now was throw on some clothes, put your hair up in a messy bun, and kiss your parents goodbye before bounding down the driveway to Eddie’s van. He throws the back door open, and your stomach does a somersault as you see the thin air mattress that the two of you will be sharing for the foreseeable future. Both of you had reasoned was there was no reason to spend hundreds if not thousands of dollars staying at motels or hotels on your trip when there was more than enough room for both of you to sleep in the back of the van. You definitely had an ulterior motive though, becoming giddy just at the thought of laying pressed up against Eddie every night. 

Eddie tosses your bag in the back with his before helping you up into the passenger’s seat like the gentleman he is. The two of you had been looking forward to this trip for weeks, and in the meantime, Eddie had been making mixtapes of what he deemed the best road trip music. Whether or not you agree is still up for debate. 

With no set destination in mind, Eddie pulls onto the highway that’s headed east and the van drives towards the rising sun. 

“Is there a particular beach you wanted to go to?” Eddie asks once you’ve been driving for a few hours.

“As long as I can see the Atlantic Ocean, I don’t care,” you say. Neither of you has ever seen the ocean before, so going to a beach was the main thing you wanted to accomplish on this trip. Well, the main thing you and Eddie had discussed, anyway. You were hoping to finally figure out if Eddie actually had feelings for you or not. If being crammed together in the same van for almost a month together didn’t get you some answers, you doubt you’d ever get them. 

“What do you want for lunch?” Eddie asks.

“You hungry already? It’s just after noon.” “Hey, I am a growing boy, thank you very much.”

You huff a laugh and roll your eyes. “You’re almost twenty-one, Eddie, don’t you think you’ve stopped growing yet?”

Before the question even finished coming out of your mouth, before you saw his eyebrow quirk and the mischievous smirk grow on his face, you knew the dirty joke was coming. 

“What can I say? I’m a grower, not a show-er.”

In the past, you would’ve just laughed or groaned at one of his many jokes about his anatomy. But now that you’ve been flirting more and more with one another, you feel emboldened to make a joke in return. 

“That’s what all guys with small dicks say.”

Eddie almost swerves the van off the road, jaw dropping open in surprise. “I’m gonna make you fucking walk!”

“Alright,” you say with a shrug of your shoulders. “This was fun. See ya later.” You unbuckle your seatbelt and Eddie makes a complete one-eighty.

“No!” he whines. He reaches over for you and secures his fingers around your wrist. “Don’t leave me! I swear, I shall make it up to you somehow. Let me prove myself.”

Keeping a faux haughty attitude, you re-buckle your seatbelt and yank your wrist from Eddie’s grip, crossing your arms over your chest.

“How will thee prove thyself?”

“I will slay any dragon we come upon this journey.”

“So, if we go in the ocean and there’s a shark…”

“That is not a dragon.”

You huff out a laugh as you lounge as far back in the seat as you can. When you close your eyes, Eddie reaches over and smacks your thigh a couple of times.

“Ow?”

“Wake up, I’m still hungry. What do you want?”

Eddie’s in a considerably better mood once he’s got a burger and some curly fries in him. You’d stopped somewhere in Ohio at a little burger shack right off the interstate. There was a nice breeze coming off the nearby lake, so you decided to enjoy the fresh outdoor air and eat at a picnic table. It beat the stale, smokey, boyish odor in the van. As gross as it was, you’d come to like the smell because it reminds you of Eddie. But it’s also nice to give your lungs a rest. 

Both of you feel a little stiff as you get back in the van, muscles tight from sitting so long on the drive. Eddie begrudgingly lets you pick the next cassette to pop in and you came prepared for this exact scenario. Just behind your seat is your purse, and you scramble your arm back to get it. The sound of plastic cases clicking together fills the van as you plop the bag down in your lap. Rifling through your collection of tapes, you think how Eddie would feel about each of them. This early you feel you should still be somewhat nice to him with your choice of music. Because if you pop in Madonna now there’s nowhere to go but down if he pisses you off later. 

Selecting the perfect one, you snap open the case and pull the cassette out. Eddie cranes his neck to try and see what you’re putting in, but you remind him to keep his eyes on the road. Making sure to put the correct side up, you slip the cassette into the player. A crash of glass sounds from the speakers before the opening notes.

Friday night I crashed your party

Saturday I said, "I'm sorry"

Sunday came and trashed me out again

“Okay,” Eddie says with a sigh. “Could’ve been a lot worse. I can deal with Billy Joel.” 

Giving him a triumphant smile, you begin to sing along and dance the best you can in the confines of the seat and seatbelt. 

I was only having fun

Wasn't hurting anyone

And we all enjoyed the weekend for a change

Eddie’s thumbs are tapping the beat along the steering wheel, smiling over at you every once and a while as you bop around to the song. 

People had tried to warn you that a road trip sounds fun in theory, but sitting in the car for hours could make you go crazy. And maybe it’s only the first day, but you’re enjoying this time with Eddie. Time to sing along to the music together, time to talk about the stupidest shit that nobody would understand but the two of you. 

“Oh, shit. Look!” Eddie says as a Billy Joel tune fades out.

“What?” you ask, looking out the front windshield, trying to figure out what’s got him so excited. 

“That sign said Kecksburg,” Eddie says, like this should mean something to you. 

“What’s a Kecksburg?” you ask.

“Seriously? What kind of nerd are you?” Eddie asks as he checks his mirrors to move over to the right lane. “Kecksburg, Pennsylvania. In 1965 there were reports of a UFO and then the army came and took something away.”

You look at him incredulously. This he could remember. But when you were tutoring him for Mrs. O’Donnell’s class, he couldn’t even remember the right decade the revolutionary war happened in? 

“How did you finally pass history?” you ask him.

“Hey,” he pouts. “If there were aliens on the Mayflower, I would’ve listened.”

“I assume we’re going to this Kerkburg?” you ask as Eddie takes the exit off of I-70. 

“Kecksburg,” he corrects you. “And yes!” 

“Tell me the name of the first secretary of treasury in the US and I won’t complain at all at this UFO thing,” you say. You raise an eyebrow at him in challenge. 

Eddie chews on his bottom lip as he maneuvers the van around the world’s slowest Chevy Impala in front of you. When you come to a red light, he starts to drum his fingers on the steering wheel as he thinks, the beat sounding rather close to It's Still Rock and Roll to Me by Billy Joel.

“Wait, shit, I know this!” A grin splits Eddie’s face and the sight makes your tummy go all fuzzy like you inhaled a few chutes of champagne. “Alexander Hamilton!”

You nod your head, impressed by his correct response. Eddie wasn’t stupid – something you have to remind him of often – he just didn’t care enough to memorize some things.

“I have to concede,” you say. “I am impressed, Mr. Munson. Usually no one knows that dude; I think he’s getting lost in history.” 

“Wanna know how I know?” Eddie’s smirking now.

“Of course.”

“He’s on the ten-dollar bill,” Eddie says. “Most common bill I get at deals.”

The giggle that escapes you didn’t even give you a chance to hold it inside. 

“You just stare at money, huh?” you ask. 

“Best thing to look at besides girls and the D&D board.” Eddie’s van puffs out a loud and dark plume of smoke, which would make you concerned if you didn’t see it happen on an almost daily basis.

“I can honestly say I don’t think I’ve stared at any of those things,” you say. 

“Okay, boys in your case,” Eddie says.

“Do I stare at them often?” you ask with a laugh.

“You stare at me,” Eddie says, a self-satisfied smirk creeping onto his handsome features.

“You probably had another pretzel in your hair or something.” The excuse is the flimsiest, and you know that, but your heating cheeks had you scrambling for something to say.

“Eh, I stare at you too,” Eddie says with a shrug. It seems like the most casual thing in the world to him; to just come out and say he looks at you a lot. 

That’s the end of the conversation though, because Eddie parks the van in front of a sign that advertises a tourist trap appealing to those interested in aliens. And your crush certainly fits the bill.

Keeping true to your word, you don’t complain the entire time you’re there. You listen to story after story about that December night in 1965 when the UFO was spotted. You learn it looked like an acorn with some hieroglyphics at the bottom of it. But mostly you watch Eddie. He’s transfixed by the stories, staring wide eyed, taking in every detail the volunteers give him. The wonder in his eyes gives you a glimpse of what he must’ve been like as a child. Innocent, pure, curious. 

It’s dark out when you’ve finished touring the small part of town dedicated to the unexplained phenomenon. Eddie’s giddy as you walk back to the van, hands in his pockets and a pep in his step as he goes to open the passenger door for you.

“Wasn’t that cool?” Eddie asks as he jams his key into the ignition.

“Yeah,” you say, not entirely lying. Some of it was pretty cool. “You believe it?”

“Hell yes,” Eddie says as he pulls out of the parking spot. “I think it’s pretty narcissistic to think we’re the only beings who exist.”

He pulls back onto I-70 and says to look out for places to grab dinner. A few miles down the road you see a billboard for a diner, so Eddie takes that exit. Neither of you are sure what you want to order, so you end up ordering three different appetizers and sharing them along with milkshakes: vanilla for you, chocolate for Eddie.

It’s a cute little diner. The 50’a theme is bright and shiny and the waitstaff have been nice. The sky-blue walls and the cold, vibrant red booths are enough to keep you from the sleepy feeling you’ve been fighting since you arrived. 

“Wanna call it quits for the night?” Eddie asks, munching on a fry. “Find the next rest stop and park there?”

“Uh huh.” You’re cut off by your own yawn and you rub at your tired eyes.

The next rest stop is seventeen miles away and as soon as Eddie finds a spot to park for the night, you’re both out of the cab and stretching out your sore limbs. You grab his and your toiletry bags, tossing his to him as you walk towards the building. He goes into the men’s room and you into the women’s. It’s weird brushing your teeth in a public restroom, but it’s life on the road. 

Once you’re both done and ready for bed, you feel the butterflies waking up. This is the part you’ve been looking forward to the most. Screw the beach, you want to lay with Eddie. You get back to the van and Eddie holds open the back door for you.

“Ladies first,” he says with a dramatic bow.

“Make sure to keep an eye out for dragons,” you say as he closes the door behind you, giving you privacy to change into your pajamas. You switch roles and wait patiently outside while Eddie undresses. When he’s finished, you’re stuck to your spot on the asphalt as you see him wearing only a pair of plaid green pajama bottoms, hung low on his hips. It’s not like you’ve never seen him shirtless before; of course you have. But that doesn’t make it any less breathtaking to see. Plus, you get to curl up to him like that. You’re pretty sure winning the lottery wouldn’t even make you this excited. 

Eddie offers his hand to you and helps you back in. He closes and locks the door and the two of you are immersed in darkness. Eddie flicks on a flashlight so the two of you are able to get situated on the air mattress. Your bags are stuffed around the small available space in the back, and you pull a blanket out of yours. Eddie came prepared with the pillows, so it was only fair you brought the covers. 

Scooting yourself so you’re closer to Eddie, you drape the fuzzy blue blanket on the top of you both. Eddie lays back against his pillow and you follow his lead. Shoulder pressed to shoulder, you can feel his body heat through the thin material of your oversized t-shirt. 

“Want me to turn the light out?” Eddie asks. 

“Yes, please.”

You’re both plunged back into the blackness, eyes trying to adjust as you search for each other’s faces, only inches apart. Eddie’s hand sets out to find yours and when he links your fingers together you feel like you’re going to pop out of your skin with so much giddiness being pumped into your system. 

Eddie turns on his side and you copy his actions, coming face to face with him. Part of you hates that it’s dark because you can’t see all the adorably sexy freckles that dust over his nose and up to the apple of his cheeks. But part of you is happy for the darkness because it’s harder for Eddie to tell you’re blushing as he stares into your eyes.

“You comfortable?” he asks.

“Very.”

“Too warm? Too cold?”

“Just right. Just call me Goldilocks,” you say.

He chuckles and presses his nose up against yours. It feels so natural, even though you’re pretty sure your faces have never been this close before. 

“Sleepy?” Eddie asks.

“Just a little. Was a good day, though.”

Eddie hums in reply, his eyes drifting closed. Using a boldness that you didn’t know was inside of you, you lean forward and tuck your head under Eddie’s chin. By the way his muscles move against your head you can tell he’s smiling. That makes you smile in return, but you feel even more of a thrill when he wraps his arms around you, holding you against his bare chest. 

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” Eddie mumbles above you, already sounding half asleep.

“Goodnight, Eddie.” 

Waking up in Eddie’s arms is instantly your favorite thing in the world. Forget music and kittens and books. Starting the day with your head on Eddie’s naked chest, arms wrapped around one another? Nothing could possibly beat that. 

You’re awake before him so you just stay where you are, ear pressed right over his heart so you can hear every pump of the ventricle. It’s a comfortable temperature in the van, and Eddie’s warm skin against you has you curling into him.

As you lay there with him, your eyes slipping closed as you trace a finger over his ribs, Eddie’s stomach makes a loud grumble. You’re unable to contain your giggles as the sound echoes through your head where it rests on his body. The shaking of your shoulders as you laugh wakes Eddie up, his hand coming up to rub at his eyes. 

“Wha’s so funny?” he asks, voice still raspy from sleep. 

“Hungry?” you ask.

“Yeah. Why’s that funny?” 

You turn your head so your chin is resting gently on his sternum, looking up into his dark sleepy eyes. His hair is all mussed and the cuteness of it makes your heart swell.

“Your tummy’s rumbling,” you say. “S’pretty loud.”

Another growl booms through his abdomen and you can’t help but giggle again, your head falling forward to bury in his chest. Eddie splays one of his big hands over the top of your head and lifts it up. 

“I gotta pee, too,” he says. “So, get your ass off me.”

Instead of doing as he says, you do exactly what he would do to you if the situation was reversed. You push yourself up, swing one leg over his body, and sit on his lower abdomen, putting pressure on his bladder. There’s a brush of something hard against your ass but you do both of you a favor by ignoring it. 

“You bitch,” Eddie groans, making you laugh. He wraps an arm around your waist and flips the two of you so that you’re pinned beneath him on the air mattress. This way, you feel that something hard against your leg, and your attention is divided between that and the fact that Eddie’s face is only inches above yours. There’s a fluttering in your own stomach as Eddie’s eyes dip down to your lips before looking back to your eyes. 

“D-Don’t you have to pee?” you ask. Eddie keeps staring at you for a moment before his eyes break away and he nods.

“You’re lucky,” he says in a mock threatening tone, and he climbs off of your body.

While Eddie takes his clothes into the rest stop bathroom to get ready for the day, you change in the back of the van, your heart racing at the memory of how close the two of you were. Mind wandering, you think about the hardness pressed up against you, how you could have easily reached down and –

“Decent in there?” Eddie calls, banging on the back door of the van.

“Uh, yeah,” you call back. The door opens on squeaky hinges as you shove your pajamas back into your bag, clearing your throat and trying to shake the memory from the front of your mind.

“You gotta go?” Eddie asks as he packs his own things up.

“Nope.”

“You sure?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at you. “I don’t want to stop in a little while because you have to pee.”

“Please,” you say with a scoff. “I’m not a child.”

Eddie rolls his eyes endearingly at you as he hops out of the back of the van, offering a hand to help you out as well. “Alright, let’s go. We’re heading to a gas station ‘cause I need to fill up. And grab a breakfast burrito.”

“Oh, that sounds good. I’ll go in and grab them while you pump the gas,” you say as you get into the passenger’s seat. 

“Deal.”

The breakfast burritos are surprisingly good as you travel further East down the interstate. There’s not a whole lot of traffic this morning, which is good since Eddie is only driving with one hand, eating his food with the other. Some cheese drips onto his shirt, but that’s not surprising. 

About two and a half hours into the drive – and a whole Metallica cassette later – you start to squirm in your seat and Eddie glances at you out of the corner of his eye. 

“Christ, you have to pee, don’t you?” he asks.

“Okay, it’s been like three hours!” you say, making Eddie roll his eyes.

“There’s a rest stop in twenty-six miles,” Eddie says, nodding to a sign you’re passing. “Can you wait that long?”

“Yeah, Dad,” you huff. 

“Don’t try and get sexy with me,” Eddie says, making you laugh. You shoot your arm out and smack him on the arm.

“Don’t make me laugh or I won’t make it!”

“I swear to God, I will pull over and make you go in the trees,” Eddie says.

“I can hold it!”

“You better.”

The van doesn’t even come to a complete stop and you’re unbuckling your seatbelt, moving to unlock the door. You can hear Eddie chuckling under his breath as you both get out, and you look back over your shoulder as you speed walk towards the bathrooms to see Eddie pulling a cigarette out of his pack and taking the pause in the drive to stretch his legs out. 

Of course, the bathroom was out of paper towels so you’re wiping your hands on your shorts as you head back out to the van. Your sneakers skid to a stop once you reach the sidewalk, though. Eddie’s leaning against the van, arms crossed over his chest, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. There’s a girl standing in front of him, blonde wavy hair hanging over her petite shoulders, a pretty blue sundress blowing in the slight breeze. She’s giggling and reaches up to touch Eddie’s arm. Despite it being around ninety degrees outside, the blood in your veins turns to ice. Every moment between you and Eddie since prom suddenly seems meaningless. All the feelings you thought he might’ve had for you shrivel up and die in the heat of the June afternoon. It feels worse than heartbreak, it feels hollow, as if there’s no longer a heart in your chest to break. 

Watching as Eddie ducks his head and looks up at the cute girl through his dark eyelashes, it’s a struggle to keep the breakfast burrito down. You realize you’re frozen to your spot, people darting around you as they try to get to the bathrooms or vending machines in the small rest area. Unwillingly, you take a few steps closer to the van, determined to walk around the other side of it so you don’t have to be spotted. As you get closer, you notice the girl’s large blue eyes and you can’t help but draw a comparison to the sweet cheerleader you used to be painfully jealous of. 

“I’ve never been to Indiana,” the girl is saying in her syrupy sweet voice as you make your way between the van and the black Honda next to it. 

“It’s nothing special,” you hear Eddie say. “This is my first time in Pennsylvania, but I have to say I’m really enjoying it so far.”

The temptation to keep walking past the van and straight into the woods beyond is strong. That way you don’t have to get into the van with Eddie after this disgustingly painful exchange you’re hearing. 

“Are you staying here long?” the girl asks.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” Eddie says. “But plans can change.”

That’s your breaking point. You yank open the passenger side door and climb inside, making sure to slam it behind you as hard as you physically can. The reverberation causes Eddie to stumble forward a few steps, his arms flailing as he tries not to fall flat on his face. What a pity that would be, you think to yourself. He turns his head over his shoulder towards you but you’re not looking in his direction to see if he’s glaring or looking at you in confusion. Doesn’t matter. The voices are only a rumble from where you’re sitting but you assume they’re saying goodbye since Eddie opens his door and climbs inside.

“What was that?” Eddie asks. “Forget your own strength, She-Hulk?”

“Sure,” you grumble as you buckle your seatbelt. 

Eddie raises an eyebrow at you before he puts the van in reverse and pulls it out of the parking spot. As he drives away, you catch a glimpse of the girl he was flirting with watching the van and you fight the strong urge to give her the middle finger. Instead, you cross your arms tightly across your chest. 

“Something happen in the bathroom?” Eddie asks as he pulls back onto the highway. 

“No,” you say, staring out the passenger window.

He’s silent for a few minutes before trying again. “You gonna tell me what’s wrong or am I going to have to guess?”

There’s no point in fuming in silence. You’re going to be stuck with one another for a few weeks so what good would it do to hold the anger inside?

Licking over your lips, you turn to face him and let your hands fall back into your lap with a loud slap of skin hitting skin. “You were flirting.”

Eddie’s eyes dart to you before focusing back on the road. A confused expression comes to his face and for some reason, you want to smack it off him. 

“And?” he asks. 

Fury bubbles up in you so high that you’re surprised flames aren’t shooting out of your mouth like the wyvern tattooed on Eddie’s tricep. 

“And? And? Are you fucking serious, Eddie?”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie says, voice lifting to reach your volume. “What’s your problem?”

“Just can’t help yourself, huh? Can’t let a pretty girl walk by without saying hi, right?” The response you’re hoping for is that you’re a pretty girl, but of course, that thought doesn’t go through his head. 

“Okay, she came up to me,” Eddie says. “But that’s beside the fucking point. Why am I not allowed to flirt? We’re not dating. You can flirt with whoever the hell you want, too!”

“Yeah, Eddie,” you say with a scoff. “I was really going to chat up the seventy-year-old who smelled like gasoline and beef jerky that was eyeing me on my way back from the bathroom.” 

Eddie’s hands tighten on the steering wheel, knuckles turning white and his rings digging harshly into his skin. “Why are you so fucking pissed off, huh? You’re acting like you’re my girlfriend.”

The tears that fill your eyes feel like a betrayal of your own body. You’re thankful Eddie can’t look at you fully as the water keeps building, the dam of your bottom lids barely enough to keep it back. 

“And that would be such a tragedy, right?” You unbuckle your seatbelt and Eddie turns his neck to quickly look at you, shifting in his seat as he looks back to the road. 

“What the hell are you doing?” he asks, a touch of panic in his voice.

“Oh, calm the fuck down,” you tell him as you rise from your seat and push yourself into the back of the van. You curl up against the back of the passenger’s seat, tucking your legs up to your chest and resting your forehead on your knees. Here, the tears can leak out and you can still keep a shred of dignity. You tuck your arms around your legs tightly in your best attempt to keep your shoulders from shaking as the tears come heavier and harder. 

Eddie remains silent from the front seat, and you wouldn’t even care if he turned around and brought the van back to Hawkins. The road bumps along under the tires and you’re jostled as you let the pain drip down your face. Did Eddie really think it would be so bad if you were his girlfriend? Was all the flirting and amped-up touching all in your mind these last few weeks?

You stay back there, the both of you silent, for two hours. Eddie turned on the radio at one point, and the staticky stations coming in and out were the only sounds in the hollow van rumbling along the interstate. When you start to shift from side to side in your spot behind the seat, you assume Eddie has pulled off the highway and is now taking smaller roads. The van eventually comes to a halt and your body jerks up against the passenger seat at your back. 

Eddie kills the ignition and hops out of the van. Your head perks up and you crane your neck to try and see where he’s going, but he’s moved out of sight. The back doors swing open, making you jump and twist your head, squinting at the bright light that’s streaming in. Eddie standing there, framed by the doors of the van before he hops in and crawls his way over to sit across from you. He gently reaches over and rests a hand on your knee. 

“Come on,” he says in a soft voice. “Talk to me.”

Avoiding his eyes, you shrug your shoulders. He sighs when you remain silent. 

“Sweetheart, please talk to me.” Eddie’s almost pleading as he tilts his head to the side. When you shake your head, he scoots until he’s sitting next to you and wraps an arm around your shoulders. “I’m not going away. I’ll keep being an annoying thorn in your side.”

“So, like always?” you mumble under your breath, making Eddie huff a laugh. 

“Alright, come on,” Eddie says, shaking your shoulders gently. “Tell me the truth. What’s going on?”

Releasing the tension of the last few hours in a sigh, you lean your head on Eddie’s shoulder and squeeze your eyes closed. Though the tension is released from your muscles, a thick ball of anxiety settles in your stomach. There’s no avoiding it anymore. It’s time to come fully clean about everything. Your feelings, your jealousy, all of it. But before you do, the question that’s been burning a hole in your tongue comes out.

“Have things been different between us since prom?”

Eddie’s arm tenses around your shoulder and you brace for the worst. “What do you mean?” he asks.

“I just feel like something changed since we had our own prom. Am I wrong?”

“No,” Eddie says with a sigh, and the sigh makes your stomach drop to the floor of the van. “I wasn’t sure if you felt it, too, though.”

You pick your head up from Eddie’s shoulder, whipping it to the side to look at him. “What? Why not?”

Eddie shrugs and takes his arm from around your shoulders, resting both of his hands in his lap. “I don’t know. I guess that you didn’t act any different towards me, so I thought it was all in my head.”

“Eddie,” you say with a frown. “I didn’t act any different because nothing about the way I felt changed.” Eddie nods and you realize he thinks you mean that you didn’t acquire feelings for him. “No, no, Eddie. I mean nothing changed because I…because I already felt that way about you.”

His head snaps up to look at you, a crease line between his brows. “What way?”

The heat of the summer day has nothing to do with the flush that comes over your body, settling primarily in your face.

“That I, um, well, that I lo–.”

“I love you, too.” 

Shock was not something you were accustomed to feeling, but it’s the only word you can put to the feeling that runs through your veins. Your wide eyes are staring deep into Eddie’s brown ones, the pair of you staring at one another as you sit in the warming back of the van. 

“You what?” Your voice sounds small, even to your ears. 

“That’s what you were going to say, right?” Eddie asks. “I mean, saying I have a crush on you seems too weak for what I feel, so I know it’s love. E-Even if that’s not what you were going to say…”

“No, it is!” you hurry to assure him. “I love you. I love you so much.”

The grin on Eddie’s face makes you feel like all the fighting and all the times your heart ached over him were worth it. His face lights up and without a doubt, it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. 

“I love you, too,” he says again. Your heart rate ticks up when Eddie’s eyes dip down to your lips, and just as he’s about to lean in, a flapping at the opening of the van scares you, making you grip Eddie’s shirt.

A seagull landed right on the bumper, tilting its head as it looks at you and Eddie huddled up together. It’s only when you take in the bird before you that you hear the cries of other seagulls and the crashing of waves on the shore. Inhaling, the scent of saltwater greets your nose, and your mouth curves into a smile.

“We’re at the beach?” you ask.

“We are,” Eddie confirms with a smile. “Would you like to get out and see the ocean for the first time?” He scoots towards the back doors, the seagull flying off when he gets too close for comfort, then holds his hand out for you. Once he’s helped you out, Eddie still doesn’t let go of your hand. He laces his fingers with yours as you walk around the van, the large blue expanse of the Atlantic Ocean coming into view. 

It’s breathtaking. It didn’t seem logical that there was something this big in the world. Eddie wraps his arm around your waist and tugs you against his side as you both stare in awe. The afternoon sun was overhead, casting the shadows of your two bodies on the sand just feet away from you, at the edge of the parking lot. 

“Wanna go put our feet in?” Eddie asks and you immediately nod in agreement. Both of you kick off your socks and shoes, throwing them in the back of the van before Eddie closes the doors. The sand is hot between your toes, which has you hopping down towards the water, Eddie laughing alongside you as he does the same. The sharp contrast of the hot sand to the cold ocean water makes you let out a squeal and grab onto Eddie’s arm. He grins and steadies you in his grip.

“Well, we did it,” he says. “We’ve been in the ocean.” 

“Alright, back to Hawkins,” you say.

“Yep,” Eddie says with a chuckle. “That’s all we wanted.”

A wave rushes the shore, water breaking against your shins, making you giggle. Droplets splash up, coldness dotting the bottoms of your thighs and Eddie’s shorts. The warmth of Eddie’s fingers grips your chin and turns your head to face him. You look up at him questioningly right before he leans in and presses his lips against yours. The kiss is gentle, sweet, and not even the cold water of the ocean can quell the heat that burns through your body. A giddy giggle escapes you when you part, Eddie giving you an adoring smile.

“I could stay here forever,” Eddie says.

“Yeah?” you ask. “I could stay here until it’s time for bed. Cause then I get to cuddle up next to you.”

Eddie lets out an overdramatic yawn, making you laugh.

“You know,” he says. “I think I’m getting pretty sleepy myself.”

Another wave rolls in, crashing hard against your legs and splashing you both all the way up to your faces, cold droplets pelting you.

“Well, that woke me up.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #request

[mx-lamour]

Costuming Strahd: Art Addendum

I didn't include any mention of the official Dungeons & Dragons art for Strahd von Zarovich in my previous post, because I had dismissed it outright. There, I said it.

I shall strive to amend my folly in this addendum.

Let's start with that 5e cover:

I generally approve of this representation. No doubt it colored my concept of Strahd's silhouette, since this is the first image of Strahd I came into contact with, some two or three years ago.

The shape of this garb is much like what I was aiming for in my previous post. Strahd is sporting a crisp shirt with stiffened, buttoned cuffs, much like our modern button-downs or blouses spanning back into the mid-1800s. His torso is trim in a fitted vest with standing collar, which easily fits into the category of fantasy-Renaissance. Speculation on from where/when exactly the inspiration comes might be a futile effort; it would find itself at home among the elves in The Lord of the Rings, and I'm not about to dig into that concept work just now.

Actually, what his vest reminds me of most is 15th century brigandine [or tabard (see below), which would cover brigandine or a breastplate, which is why] it's the right length, if nothing else.

Reconstructing History, He's literally Elrond, and some brigandine

I believe I said it's easy to fake good pants, especially when sitting down. This example reinforces my point. His legs are indeed covered, and the result is not garish. Not particularly exciting, but nonetheless successful. You could probably even call them hose if you really wanted to.

His boots are literal extant riding boots, from "early 20th c." England, and honestly I'm so proud of this one-to-one reference.

[Fig. 1] and [Fig. 2], although my first thought had been Victorian cycling boots.

The cape draped around his shoulders appears to be quite thin and probably only falls to about his fingertips, since it doesn't drape over the chair cushion and he's not sitting on it. It could look like some kind of military cape. Or maybe even, to drag him back a few centuries again, something Elizabethan.

I'll do a whole thing on capes later.

Moving on...

Early Strahd von Zarovich was definitely Dracula by another name, but later art has been pretty consistently (from what I can see) this other red/blue outfit, with baffling ruby clasps instead of a single pendant around his neck.

That last one has me. To be fair, it's the only one gazing back at the observer... >.>

Look. This garb is sexy. It cannot be understated. While it's not what I'm going for in my own costume foray, this is a fantastic design. Here's why:

The line where blue meets red along his ribcage accentuates his chest. That same red draws the eye down over his crotch, subtly curving to accomodate his thighs. Those chains on his cloak and the sash around his waist are positively drippy, like the source of the Ivlis pouring down to the Tser Pool. The asymmetry of that and his mismatched shoulders gives him such a dynamic slant, something to visually climb back up like handholds on the face of a cliff. And the sash is supple, in direct contrast to his armored hips, solid and stalwart. His limbs are clad in slim nondescript brown, making it all the easier to focus in on his center, in high contrast dotted with solid rubies. The red and blue both, especially together, are blood colors, indicative of veins hidden beneath the skin.

He might be covered from toe to jaw, but this is an intimate costume.

Despite my appreciation for it, though, again, I personally am trying to make something a little less Lord of the Rings. For reasons.

So, let's see what I can come up with in terms of historical inspiration... if anything, lol.

This is going to be fairly stream-of-consciousness. (Not that it wasn't already, I suppose.)

The first thing that came to mind was a kaftan (or zupan?), because they can be fitted through the torso and feature a standing collar and embellished closures up the front. But, kaftans from Russia, the Ottoman Empire, and other areas touched by those cultures usually also have sleeves. I finally found the two illustrations below without sleeves, but they were difficult to track down and I'm not sure how much of what they depict is imaginary. (Although the sword, pouch, and helmet from the first one are definitely from an extant burial site.)

There's also the Polish kontusz, where the arms can be worn out of the sleeves, with the sleeves flipped back, and that can give the illusion of sleevelessness... A lot of examples I found of this particular garment are also open to the waist, which is delightfully provocative, but doesn't resemble the Strahd ensemble.

Examples from Chernigov (Ukraine) and apparently Moldova; a Polish kontusz

I can think of little source material for that long, pointed fantasy hemline, but allow me to grasp at some straws.

The straws in question.

Actually, this brings up a really good point of inquiry. Where does this drapery-between-the-legs situation that modern fantasy seems to be so enamoured with come from?

Tabards would seem the obious answer, but even that, in modern parlance, is used as an umbrella term for a wide range of garments that may or may not have any true basis in reality.

There's also just... loin cloths, I suppose, which can look like a piece of fabric just draped over the crotch and hanging between the legs, but there's usually more to it than that.

At last, after some digging around, I came across the video below. Bless Shad for his contribution to society.

It goes over all the the differences between those various styles of garment usually bearing symbols of allegiance all lumped together as "tabards", and presented me one more vocabulary word with which I was not yet familiar: the scapular.

Alas, monastic garb is my blind spot. Silly that I've played at least five clerics so far.

To summarize, I think the that the shape of the lower part of Strahd's... whatever-it-is... is inspired by a mix of these garments described in the video. It's short like a tabard should be, and has that dip between the legs reminiscent of a scapular.

But, ultimately, this thing is a waistcoat. Not a waistcoat in the Victorian sense; a waistcoat in the mid-18th century sense.

Monk wearing a scapular, and some fancy waistcoats.

Finally, the very-high standing collar on Strahd's waistcoat smacks of a couple things: Russia (again), or the Regency era. Although, in the Regency years, waistcoats became much shorter (ending at the waist) and lengthened up the other way with high standing collars. But, if you were to combine the two waistcoats above and throw in some suggestive high-hip cutouts like a 1980's leotard, you might come out with something that resembles what Strahd is wearing in all that sumtuous art.

The one with the sash really drives the comparison home.

With the initial kaftan comparison and this guy with the funny hair (a Count Vasili, coincidentally) above, Strahd von Zarovich's red/blue fantasy garb is also giving the Motherland, and folks, I already said that I was trying to keep blatant Russia out of Barovia (as much as that garb clearly slaps). But I also recently remembered due to this post that I am a total sucker for Russian pet names, so... who knows.

In the end... do I know what I'm doing? Absolutely not. I'm not sure which of these elements will filter into further consideration for my own Strahd von Zarovich costume, but I'm definitely glad I gave all this a look. Absolutely worth it. Learned a lot. ♡

#costume things #costuming barovia #strahd von zarovich #costume design #fashion history #costume history #curse of strahd #lamour dms cos #art analysis #art appreciation #ravenloft

[zzzzzestforlife]

i may be having an existential crisis (among other small fires 🚒), but i'm still that girl 😤

i had a bit of a crisis yesterday, a bit of a reality-check after my presentation. it was one of the few times i can count when my personal joys and professional world have collided in a way that stretched my limits — not in a "oh god, i'm so stressed i could cry 😭" kind of way, but in an "oh god, am i really doing this? 🤯" kind of way. so it (+ my conversation with my manager) really got me (over?)thinking.

i don't have any goals for my career right now. i've hustled for eight years to reach this point. this was the goal. and now i'm being asked to think beyond it. but the thing is, i've always been a bit of a generalist. once i conquer one area (to a sufficient, but usually not expert degree), i start itching to move on to the next.

everyone goes through something like this, especially when transitioning from one stage of life to the next, right?

i need to mull this over some more. in the meantime, daily life goes on~ ⛅

🎧 watch an episode of 潮音战机 over breakfast 🍳

👩‍💻 i figured out why our monitoring was broken in a ✨ breakthrough epiphany moment ✨ i wish i could let you inside my brain so you can understand the experience, words can't do it justice 🥺 anyway, i set it up properly this time so we can do a dry run next week 🐸

👩‍💻 started the long and painstakingly detailed process of re-writing new queries to be better than our old queries ✊

📝📝📝 Korean lessons (2x), Chinese lesson (1x)

🥰 shortest core workout of my life just to prevent a relapse of my back issues 😅

👩‍💻 vibe-check with our dept. head 👀 (vibes are the same as always, lol)

👩‍💻 company-wide meeting where the intern i'm mentoring demo-ed her work!! 💪 (i had nothing to do with it, but i can still be proud of her, ok??)

❤️ breathwork meditation for relaxation and stress relief 😌

❤️ gratitude journal 😌😌

🥰 booked a physiotherapy appointment after a long time juuuust in case i'm about to break my back again 😭

🥰 got a new home office chair for the ✨ ergonomics✨ (i actually got a new one before that's supposed to be better than my old one, but the new one seems to be giving me problems now?? 🧐 so this is a new-old chair🪑)

🧠 comparative cognition quiz (aced, ofc 💁‍♀️)

💌: hope you have/had a lovely week too 😘 go make some fun weekend plans! (doing nothing/sleeping counts as a plan!! 😌)

#studyblr #langblr #software engineer #software engineering #codeblr #progblr #coding #programming #developer #women in tech #astudentslifebuoy #women in stem #zesty's life #psychblr #study motivation #study inspiration #study aesthetic #that girl #it girl #dream girl #clean girl #self development #self improvement #self empowerment #self love #self care #light academia #chaotic academia #day in the life #existential crisis

[meiiuka]

hi! i'm sorry if reqs aren't open but if they are,

can i ask for hajime with reader who's studying a lot but gets burnt out (i'm not sure how to phrase it but maybe he helps them study or rest or something similar?)

i've started classes and am already swamped with homework haha,,

i hope this is ok! thank you <3

this is criminally late but i hope this comes to the aid of at least someone LOL hajime hinata with an s/o who's burnt out from studies:

category: comfort, fluff, headcanons

• you can always rely on him to show up with whatever it is that you need. cuddles? he's on the couch with a blanket. water? he's rushing to hand you a glass • if there's one thing hajime is really good at, it's helping you destress after an exhausting study session by taking your mind off of things • "i see you working hard and i'm really proud of you, but i wanted to make sure you made time to take a break.. maybe we can put on your favorite show to relax a bit?" • he feels strongly about getting you to lay down if you've been sitting in an uncomfortable chair for a long time • his shoulder massages and hugs can be so motivating when you know that after you're finished studying, you'll be able to spend your undivided time with him • he's also pretty sensible when it comes to the things you're studying so he can actually be of decent help • when you're stressed out he knows to keep himself more regulated so that it doesn't stress you out more than it needs to :') • this man has not let you down one time and it's easy to trust him to be sensitive and caring, especially since you're someone he cares so deeply about • "i'm always here whenever you need me, y/n. call my phone or shout for me if you need help because i want to watch you do well on this, love"

#danganronpa x reader #hajime x reader #hajime hinata #hajime hinata x reader #hinata x reader #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa comfort #danganronpa fluff

[multifandombitxh]

Two Years Late (Ch. 3)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Chapter Genre: Angst/Smut vibes I guess idk how to classify it lol

Chapter Warnings: Slight bullying, sexual tension, strong language, PTSD flashbacks, mentions of blood/injury

A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who has shown interest in this series, I'm really proud of it and where it's going even though it doesn't get nearly as much attention as my one-shots do ♥️ if you'd like to be added to the tag list let me know! PS idk how D&D works, sue me lol

Tag list: @soapbar99 @avengersmarauders @senkobingus @httpjiikook @jessyballet @nanocoool @lightupmyjass

Chapters 1 & 2: X X

Chapter 3: The Dungeon Master's Queen

Before you could say goodbye and get the hell away from Eddie, Lucas, Mike, and Dustin appeared seemingly out of nowhere, crowding around the both of you. Mike and Lucas were giving Eddie fist bumps and loudly raving about his latest campaign, while Dustin was busy staring at you with confusion written all over his face.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Dustin asked, catching the attention of the others.

"I, ah," You began, fumbling for an explanation that wouldn't make things more awkward than they already were. "I came toooo... pick you guys up!"

"But we have Hellfire tonight," Mike said, his tone perplexed. "You know we have it on Mondays and Fridays."

Shit.

"Oh, is today Friday?" You half laughed, trying to carry out your lie. "I totally forgot, I guess I thought it was Wednesday or something. I'll be back later to get you guys then!"

"You should just hang out with us!" Lucas said, "Aren't you always complaining about gas money? Why waste the gas to go home and come right back? Just come hang out!"

You and Eddie both looked to each other, then back at the kids.

"I don't think that's a good idea-" Eddie started, but was soon interrupted by a chorus of complaints that filled the air from the three kids surrounding you, making you wince at their pitchy voices.

"Y/N, you never hang out with us anymore!" Dustin complained.

"I hang out with you guys, I drive you home all the time!" You defended.

"Driving us home isn't hanging out with us," Dustin went on, "You only ever hang out with Steve and Robin, it's so not fair!"

"Maybe if you spent less time making out with Steve, you'd actually remember what day of the week it is," Mike added. Your jaw dropped at his statement, a scoff escaping your throat noisily.

"I do not make out with Steve," You said, giving Mike a very stern look. "If you seriously think there's something between me and your sister's ex-boyfriend, you are delusional, Wheeler."

"Wait, Steve Harrington?" Eddie asked as if he'd just pieced the puzzle together, "You hang out with Steve 'the hair' Harrington now?"

"Hang out? They're inseparable," Lucas replied to Eddie. "She's always at that stupid video store with him."

"And Robin, too, don't forget Robin," Dustin chimed in.

"Robin Buckley?" Eddie asked, a laugh laced in his words.

"Oh my god, yes, I hang out with Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley!" You shouted at Eddie, throwing your arms in the air and letting them fall back at your sides. "Jesus, if I stay, will you guys shut up about Steve?"

The three kids made the same motion of zipping their lips and you let out another deep sigh. With a lot of reluctance, you agreed to stay, following the four back into the high school and dragging your feet the whole way. Eddie led the way, Mike, Lucas, and Dustin following him closely and rambling on about monsters or something; you couldn't tell what. It all sounded like jumbled, made-up words.

When you arrived at the theater room, you found yourself an old, cushioned chair, placing it at the furthest end of the table from Eddie between Mike and an older kid you didn't recognize. The mystery teen gave you a dirty look, making you snort and laugh under your breath. You had to remind yourself that these were high school kids, and you were an adult. The only other person in the room on even remotely the same level as you was, unfortunately, Eddie.

And even that was a stretch.

"Are we letting women join Hellfire now?" The teen said, folding his arms over his chest and staring you down. It took everything in you not to burst into laughter.

"Yeah, what the hell, Eddie?" Another boy asked, "You know the female brain can't understand the complexities of this game. She'll probably ask too many questions and ruin the immersion."

For a moment, you thought to defend yourself, but decided it was pointless. It was hilarious how wrong they were, but you didn't feel the need to prove yourself to a room of sweaty high schoolers.

"Hey, you guys shut the hell up," Dustin said defensively from the other side of the table, pointing an accusing finger at the two boys. "She's cooler than everyone in this room combined."

"Hardly," Mike muttered. You kicked his leg under the table and laughed at the annoyed look he shot your way.

"It's true!" Dustin went on, standing from his seat.

"And what makes her qualified?" One of the boys asked condescendingly. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Qualified? To watch a board game? Annoyed at the amount of teenage entitlement in the room, you raised your hand slightly above your head.

"I don't even wanna be here," You said, but your words fell on deaf ears. No one was paying attention to you. No one, except Eddie, who was leaning back in his chair and staring you down like a hawk. One of his legs was crossed over the other and his mouth was pursed in a thin line, his chin turned upwards slightly to reveal his jawline. You did your best to ignore him, but couldn't help squeezing your legs together when he saw you staring back and smirked at you.

"She fought the Demogorgon," Dustin declared with a clap of his hands, refusing to back down. "It was so badass. She has this crazy sc-"

"She did fight the Demogorgon," Lucas interrupted quickly, looking over at Eddie. "In a campaign, I mean. It was awesome. It was like, years ago."

"Yeah, years ago," Mike repeated. He and Lucas looked uncomfortable, likely due to the fact that what Dustin said wasn't untrue. The most unrealistic part of it was calling it a fight rather than a bloody massacre. You were sure the other two boys wanted to get off of the subject before Dustin said too much. He had a tendency to get carried away, and the last thing you needed was for him to ask you to show off your gnarly scar.

It was a little hard to explain away without completely confessing the story. "Oh, this old thing? Yeah, damn near ripped my whole torso in half in one swipe. Talk about a tear-able workplace accident!"

Yeah. Not happening.

Eddie was leaning forward in his seat now with a taunting smile on his face. Your heart thumped hard in your chest, but you couldn't tell if it was from excitement or anxiety. "I didn't know you played D&D, Y/N."

All you could do was roll your eyes.

"Wait," One of the older boys said, "Y/N? Like, Queen Y/N, from your last campaign?"

"Gentlemen, I always hoped this day would come," Eddie addressed them, dramatically standing from his throne to approach you at a deviously slow pace. You shifted uncomfortably as he rounded the back of your seat, placing his hands firmly on the chair. "Queen Y/N, in the flesh."

The room erupted in discussion and surprise, which made you feel more inclined to sink into your seat as low as you could. You wished you could just slip between the dusty green cushions, never to be seen again. Eddie was still behind you, lurking like a shadow, now crouched to your level.

"Would you like to address your loyal subjects, my Queen?" He whispered in your ear, his tone teasing and his breath hot against your neck. "They all fought for your honor, you know. It was pretty courageous, actually. Gareth slayed a whole Wyvern for you."

"Fuck off, Munson," You hissed through your teeth. The others were busy in conversation, laughing and reminiscing about the campaign you were unknowingly a part of in the past. It seemed that it did the trick, though, because no one was complaining about your presence anymore.

"As you wish," He replied, pulling away and returning to his throne. The game began and you sat quietly, watching as they played. You stayed quiet, watching with little interest. Sleep deprivation was really starting to set in, and your chair was starting to feel especially comfy. You decided to rest your eyes while the group played, but couldn't find sleep as they conversed and shouted over each other.

At one point, the whole table was looking to you expectantly. The silence that fell over the room encouraged you to look around, only to be met with several prying eyes.

"What?" You asked, sounding more annoyed than you intended.

"The Queen has to make a choice," Eddie said, leaning over the table with his hands splayed over the old wood. "Do you slay the intruders, or show mercy?"

"I don't even know what's going on right now."

"A group of pillagers broke into your kingdom," Dustin explained, "Are you going to make us fight, or kidnap them?"

You furrowed your brow. "I thought I was a queen in a different story."

"Campaign," One of the teens corrected.

"We decided to revisit your kingdom," Lucas said, "We thought it would be fun, since you're here, y'know."

"Um, I dunno," You shrugged, sitting upright. "Are they evil?"

"They're trying to burn down the orphanage you built when you became Queen," Mike said dryly.

"Oh, then yeah, fuck 'em up, boys," You said with a wave of your hand.

"You have to say it like you're in character," Dustin whispered across the way.

You sighed heavily, sat up straight, then attempted your best regal voice. "Kill them all, brave soldiers. Bring me their heads, take no prisoners, whatever."

"Good enough," Eddie said with a nod and a large grin.

After about an hour and a half, things started to slow down and the group decided to call it a night. You watched as the older kids quickly made their exit, leaving Eddie behind with you and the boys. He was still sat on his throne, eyeing you like a hawk. You tried your best to ignore him, standing from your seat and stretching your arms over your head.

Mike, Dustin, and Lucas gathered their belongings and stuffed them inside their backpacks before slinging them over their shoulders and walking as a group to the doors. They were lost in conversation, but Dustin was quick to realize you weren't following them. When he did, he stopped in his tracks and turned around.

"Y/N, come on!" He called out, "I promised Suzie I'd call her when I got home!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm on it, just a sec," You said, your voice strained as you stretched.

"Go on ahead, guys," Eddie said, standing from his seat and making his way over to you. "I'm gonna talk to our Queen for a minute."

The boys looked between each other before shrugging and exiting through the noisy double doors. Silence fell over the room the second the doors shut, leaving you alone with Eddie once again. You leaned back against the table, resting your palms on the edge to support yourself. He came to stand in front of you, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. Your thoughts wandered as you avoided meeting his gaze, wondering what he could possibly have to say to you that he hadn't already.

"Those kids really respect you," Eddie said, making you scoff.

"Yeah, right," You laughed, "I couldn't get those shitheads to respect me if my life depended on it."

"I just meant- I dunno," He went on, "It just seems like you're really close with them, that's all."

"I guess, yeah," You shrugged, "I grew up with them, I basically helped raise them. Saved their asses more times than I can count."

Eddie pursed his lips and stood beside you, crossing one leg over the other. "You mean, in D&D?"

"Yes," You said quickly, "Yeah, in the, um, in the game, yep."

"What was your class?"

"Ah- my what?"

"Your class," Eddie repeated, "What was your class and level in the game? You know, the one where you fought the Demogorgon."

"Oh," You said, desperately trying to remember what that even meant. "I was... Um... A wizard? No, a mage. Definitely a mage."

"Y/N, when are you gonna stop lying to me?" He asked impatiently, turning to look at you. "You hated D&D. You used to tell me how fucking boring you thought it was, and refused to ever play it with me. I know you've never touched the game. Why the hell would they say that you played with them if you haven't?"

"Look, Eddie, I don't know why they do the things they do," You sighed, giving up the lie. "Maybe you should ask them. It was probably just something they made up so the other kids wouldn't be mad that I was breathing the same air as them."

"Jesus, you are impossible," He groaned, running his hands down his face in exasperation. "Why can't you just be honest?"

"You'd hate me more if I was honest," You said, flashing him an empty smile.

Eddie looked over at you, his mouth turning downward in a frown. When he spoke, his voice was small, and sounded hurt. "I've never hated you, Y/N."

"Yeah, right," You said with a loud laugh, "You hate my guts, Eddie, you've made that pretty clear. Now who's the liar?"

"I'm being serious," Eddie said, his voice stern.

"So am I," You replied with a shrug.

As if his well of patience had run dry, he came to stand in front of you in one swift movement, his eyes boring into yours. You tried to move backwards away from him, but you were already backed up against the table as it was. Try as you did, it was impossible to get away as he leaned forward, both of his open palms landing on the table behind you and trapping you between his arms. He was dangerously close and smelled like ash, his hair wildly hanging in his face and giving him a mysterious look. Those gorgeous eyes were locked on yours, but would stray away every few seconds to gaze at your tensed forehead or your frowning lips. Unrecognizable heat burned in the pit of your stomach.

Eddie had that effect on you, and it drove you absolutely up the wall. He infuriated you to no end, but at the same time, he made you feel warmth, anticipation, and this undeniable arousal that made you both excited and sick to your stomach at the same time. For the second time that day he had you in a tricky spot where he had closed in on you, and you couldn't tell if you wanted to punch him in the face, or kiss him like it was your job.

It would be easier if you knew which reaction he was trying to draw out of you in the first place.

"What are you trying to do, Eddie?" You asked, "If you're trying to scare me, it's not gonna work. We went over this already."

"Who said I was trying to scare you?" He asked in response, "Maybe I'm just trying to make a point."

"And what, exactly, is that point?"

Eddie closed in even further, his lips centimeters from your ear. His breath was hot against your skin, making you shiver once before you forced yourself to still. The last thing you wanted was to show him exactly what he was doing to you. Your nails dug into the wooden table as one of his hands came to rest on the small of your back, sending a jolt of electricity up your spine. It felt like a lost cause trying to steady your breathing at that point, especially when you could hear just how breathless he was as well.

"My point is," He said softly, "You're a shitty liar, and you always have been."

"Fuck you, Munson," You breathed out, taking in a sharp breath as he pulled you closer against his body. Your back was basically arching up into him, your chests touching ever so slightly.

"You know, if you hate me so god damn much," He went on, "Why aren't you fighting me right now? You sure don't seem to be upset about this for someone who supposedly hates my guts. That's what this is all about, right? Don't you hate me? Or is it something else, but you just don't want to admit it to yourself?"

"What the hell are you even talking about?" You asked angrily.

Eddie moved away from your ear to look you in the eye, his pupils blown and his mouth turned up in one corner. The way he was looking at you was absolutely sinful and made a knot form in your gut. "I just think it would do you some good to be honest for once."

God, you wanted to kiss him. His lips were right there, just begging for you to lean in and close the small space that separated you. You couldn't seem to look away from him, your lips parting gently the longer you held each other's gaze. You wanted to say something, or do something, but it felt like you were frozen in place. Your heart was pounding against your chest so heavily it felt like it would bruise you from the inside out. The silent tension in the air made you dizzy, and the longer he stared down at you like he was going to throw you onto the table any second, the less and less you could breathe properly.

By now he was basically on top of you, the only thing keeping you upright was his arm that was snaked around your middle. Your feet nearly went out from under you as he closed in, and you stumbled, but Eddie was quick to scoop you up and place you on the table. He made himself comfortable between your legs, his hands coming to rest on the table beside your hips. He was mere inches from you now, the tip of his nose nearly touching yours. For a moment, it felt like your lungs weren't working anymore.

Did you want to kiss him? You really, really did. At the same time, you also wanted to rearrange his teeth. But Jesus, the way he was looking at you was so devilish and full of lust that it was hard to keep it together. One of his jeweled fingers trailed up the side of your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. You shivered against his touch and clenched your jaw, lowering your gaze and doing your best not to lose your mind.

"Look at me, Y/N," Eddie demanded, his voice low.

When you looked up again, Eddie was gone, replaced by the snarling, bloody, faceless monster that haunted you day in and day out. Its mouth opened with a disgusting, wet noise, rows of teeth glistening in the colorful lights of the theater room. You gasped and tried to move backwards, but it was holding you in place, claws ripping through your clothes and drawing blood. You began to fight back, pushing and shoving on its chest and felt the urge to cry out, but the shock of the situation rendered you silent. The Demogorgon screeched above you, making you push harder until you finally broke free.

You bolted for the door, but before you could make your escape, a hand grasped your wrist and forced you to turn around. You fought against the grip, but when you turned, Eddie was standing where the Demogorgon had previously been, looking very frightened and shocked. His eyes were wide, his hair wild, and his mouth agape.

"What the hell was that?" He asked, sounding breathless.

"I don't-" You started, gasping for air. You began looking around the room frantically, eyes darting to every corner to see where it went. You wondered why Eddie wasn't freaking the fuck out. "Where did- Where did it go?"

"Where did what go, Y/N?" Eddie asked, sounding exasperated.

"You didn't see it?" You asked in disbelief.

"See what?"

When you looked down at your torso, you found that you weren't bleeding at all, and your clothing was perfectly fine.

It wasn't real.

None of it was real.

With a sigh of relief, your shoulders dropped and you felt an overwhelming sense of exhaustion wash over you. You were beyond tired, now to the point of seeing things. You couldn't get away from it, even in the real world. Tears stung in your sore eyes and you rubbed them away. Eddie was still grasping your wrist, his grip loosening as you calmed down.

"Y/N, you're scaring me," Eddie said after a moment. "What did you see?"

Swallowing hard, you blinked several times and avoided Eddie's gaze. "It's nothing, I just... Forget it."

"No, do not do this again," He warned, pointing a finger at you. "You're telling me what the fuck is going on, right now."

"I can't, Eddie," You replied, looking up at him with tired eyes. "I don't know how many times I have to say it. I can't tell you."

"Bullshit," He spat, taking a few steps closer. "It's not that you can't, it's because you won't. I'm done with these stupid games, Y/N, tell me why you were so scared you about knocked me on my ass."

"I... get claustrophobic," You lied with a shrug, "You were in my space, sue me."

Eddie stared at you for a moment, shaking his head. He looked both sad and disappointed at the same time, making your heart twist in your chest. "You're a shitty liar, Y/N."

After pulling away from Eddie's grip, you pushed past the doors, taking long, quick strides toward the exit and desperately trying to force thoughts of Eddie and the Demogorgon out of your mind.

Why the hell would you see it here, now? How were you supposed to get better if it never went away? On top of that, what was Eddie doing in there? He was all over you, acting like you hadn't just been fighting hours prior. How could he just pretend everything was fine? Angrily shaking all questions from your mind, you pushed your way out of the school doors and marched into the parking lot where you found Mike, Lucas, and Dustin waiting at your car.

"What the hell took so long?" Dustin asked, impatiently pulling on the handle of the door. "It's freezing out here!"

"Sorry," You said, searching your bag for your keys. "I didn't think I'd be that long."

"Did you fight with Eddie again?" Mike asked.

"Wait, again?" Lucas asked Mike, picking up his backpack off the ground and slinging it over his shoulder.

"They had a fight last time she came to pick us up," Mike explained as you continued to desperately search for your keys. "If you hadn't ditched us for Jason and his loser friends you would've known that."

"What kind of fight?" Lucas continued questioning Mike.

"I think Eddie just doesn't like Y/N," Mike said.

"That's not true, he literally named a character after her," Dustin retorted. You were still frantically looking for your keys.

"Oh, yeah, I guess that's true," Mike replied.

"Maybe they used to date or something," Lucas said with a shrug. " A 'Lover's Quarrel', or whatever it is my mom says."

"My mom says that too," Mike laughed, "Can you imagine Eddie and Y/N being like our parents?"

"Don't be gross, guys," Dustin gagged, "If Eddie and Y/N got married, they'd be nothing like either of your parents."

"Hey, guys," You said impatiently, "I'm right here, okay? Quit talking about me like I'm not standing five feet away, or I'm leaving you shitheads here."

"Kinda seems like you'll have to," Dustin said, gesturing to your bag. "Where are your keys?"

"I don't know, okay?" You said, exasperated. "They were here earlier, I swear. Maybe I just, I dunno, dropped them in the woods earlier. I'll be right back, okay? Just go wait inside or something."

As you turned to begin the walk down to the clearing, you bumped into something solid, forcing you to take a step backward. Eddie stood before you like a towering tree, looking down at you with dark eyes.

"Having some trouble?" He asked, his tone scratchy. The kids were deadly silent behind you, as if witnessing Mom and Dad fighting again.

This day couldn't possibly get worse. Not only were you beyond exhausted and seeing things, but you couldn't seem to get away from Eddie. Your feelings about him felt muddied and blurred after everything you just experienced back in the theater room. It was hard to determine which you felt more; longing, or absolute hatred. Either way, you had reached your breaking point and just wanted to go home.

"I can't-" You stuttered, covering your mouth with your hand and fighting back tears. "I can't find my keys."

Eddie looked back at the three boys who gave him friendly waves, and he sighed, turning back to you.

"Alright, come on," He said, gesturing for you and the boys to follow him.

"What?" You asked.

"You can't drive without your keys, and I am not hot wiring your car," He explained as he began walking off into the parking lot. The kids followed after him, giving you apologetic smiles. You trailed behind them, desperately praying the day would end soon.

Dustin stayed behind with you, matching your pace as the others followed Eddie like lost puppies. You couldn't help smiling when they began rough housing, Eddie picking up Mike and throwing him over his shoulder like a sack of flour. Loud protesting and laughter echoed in the parking lot, Mike shouting at Eddie to put him down and pounding his fists on his back.

"Eddie's a good guy," Dustin said, "I don't understand why you guys don't get along."

You sighed and crossed your arms over your chest, staring down at your feet. "We used to be friends, but when we got into high school, he decided he didn't want to be anymore."

"I don't get it," He went on, "He talks about you like you never stopped being friends."

"Well, we did," You said, "And it was his choice."

"Okay," Dustin said, "But is it still his choice? Or is it yours now? Because I think he wants to be your friend, but you're pushing him away."

You scoffed and smiled over at him, messing with the hat atop his head. "You take too many pages out of Harrington's book, Dustin."

When you finally made it to Eddie's van, the boys piled into the back, leaving you with the passenger seat. As badly as you didn't want to be near Eddie, the idea of sitting in a car and getting at least a little shut eye seemed pretty appealing. Once inside, you buckled your seatbelt and turned to face the window, resting your forehead against the cold glass and closing your eyes.

Eddie started up his van and turned up the heat, his music blasting through the speakers at an annoying volume. After a quick glance over at you, he turned the volume down, much to the dismay of the boys in the back of the van. Eddie gestured to them with a finger over his lips, then pointed at your tired form. After that, there was only the sound of the road and soft music, which was enough to let you drift into sleep with ease.

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