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geekfanficwriter · 1 year

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Weird- Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your friendship with Steve isn't that weird, right? Words: 2.8k Warnings: SMUT (18+, minors dni), dry humping, fingering, oral (m!receiving), slight angst but not really

‘Never have I ever thrown up while giving a blowjob.’ Your best friend, Steve, said looking directly at you with a big grin on his face. You glared back at him as you took a drink, while everyone else made audible noises of disgust.

‘Yeah, yeah. I was drunk. I was going to throw up anyway.’ You waved your hand as if it wasn’t a big deal. It was your turn next so you thought for a second before looking directly at Steve.

‘Never have I ever had sex on a golf course in broad daylight.’ Steve rolled his eyes before taking a drink. You looked around the circle and saw Nancy glaring at you as she took a drink.

‘Oh shit. Sorry, Nance, I forgot that was you.’ You said your eyes widening. You had only meant to make Steve drink, not her.

‘Why does she even know that?’ Nancy shot at Steve, who shrugged.

‘We tell each other everything.’

‘Well, your friendship is weird.’ Nancy said, standing up and storming off with Jonathan following closely behind her. Soon after that, the game trickled off with people going to mingle or dance. You and Steve got up heading through to his kitchen to grab a couple beers.

‘Our friendship isn’t that weird right?’ You asked Steve, frowning slightly.

‘No, definitely not babe.’ Steve said wrapping his arms around your shoulders from behind. You rested the back of your head on his chest as you took sips from your beer. You and Steve had been friends since 5th grade, ever since he had stolen a ball from you in the playground and you had kicked him in the shin. Even throughout his ‘King Steve’ phase the two of you had remained friends. Despite him being popular and you being a weirdo who didn’t care about conforming to high school standards, he had always stuck by your side defending you from anyone who tried to make fun of you in any way.

‘Hey, Rob.’ You greeted her as she walked into the kitchen, looking for a bottle opener.

‘Rob, do you think me and Steve’s friendship is weird?’ You ask as you fiddle with Steve’s hand.

‘Yeah definitely.’ She said leaning against the counter facing the two of you.

‘What’s so weird about it? I mean it’s no different from you and Steve’s friendship!’ You protest, pouting.

‘I don’t stand in the corner of a party, cuddled up to Steve.’ She points out and you look between you and Steve.

‘Okay so fine maybe our friendships are different but that doesn’t make it weird.’

‘If you guys were a couple the way you act would be weird but as friends, totally weird. I mean you guys are constantly cuddling, you call each other pet names like babe and sweetheart like I’m convinced Steve doesn’t know your name at this point, you guys always share a bed even though you don’t have to, you-‘

‘Okay, okay fine you’ve made your point.’ You cut Robin off, your face bright red.

‘Just saying, it’s weird.’ She said, walking away as you turn to face Steve who ruffles your hair.

‘Ignore her, she doesn’t know what she’s talking about. And she’s wrong about at least one thing, I do know your name, Y/N.’ He jokes and you smile at him. Your friendship was perfectly normal.

The party had ended and Steve was currently helping an extremely drunk Robin to the spare room while you walked around with a trash bag, throwing in empty bottles that were scattered everywhere. You were pretty drunk currently but not so much that you couldn’t stand just so much that you were completely buzzed.

‘You don’t need to clean up, babe. I’ll do that in the morning.’ Steve said coming down the stairs and wrapping his arms around you, nuzzling his head into your shoulder.

‘I’ll just finish what I’m doing.’ You told him, wrapping your arm that wasn’t holding the trash bag around him.

‘No, we're going to bed. You know I won’t be able to sleep without you there.’ Steve wrapped his arms around you even tighter. You sighed, he always got cuddly with you when he was drunk.

‘Okay, let’s go then.’ You placed down the bag and walked upstairs together. Once you reached Steve’s room the two of you stripped down to your underwear and climbed into bed facing each other.

As you lay there you thought about what Robin and Nancy had said. Was your friendship weird? I mean sure Steve had seen your boobs before but that was only because you had a weird lump and wanted a second opinion. And yeah, once or twice before you had both masturbated next to each other because you had been horny and didn’t want to leave each other. And sure, when that had happened you had wanted to reach over and touch Steve’s cock but that didn’t mean anything.

Oh, who were you kidding? Your friendship was weird. If any of your other friends acted this way around you, you’d think they were a creep but Steve was different. He was Steve, your best friend and the greatest guy in Hawkins (not that there was much competition). Of course, you wanted to be more than friends but Steve could have his pick of any girl so why would he choose you?

A flick to the forehead pulled you out of your thoughts.

‘You’re thinking loudly.’ Steve told you, a concerned look on his face.

‘That makes no sense.’ You respond.

‘It totally does. Now, what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?’ You were happy that it was dark in the room because Steve wouldn’t be able to see you blush.

‘Robin’s right. Our friendship is weird.’ You muttered looking down. Steve reached out and pulled you into his chest, stroking your hair.

‘Oh, babe, who cares what anyone else thinks? As long as we’re happy then that’s what matters. And besides, I personally don’t care if people think I’m dating you, I’d be lucky to be in a relationship with you.’

‘I’d be the lucky one if we were dating. I mean I’d be dating The Steve Harrington.’ You grin, removing your face from his chest and looking at him.

‘Oh come on, I’d be dating someone who is smart, hot, funny, kind. You’d be dating a guy who peaked in high school and now works in a video shop. I’d definitely be the lucky one.’

‘Don’t talk about yourself like that. You’re the best person I know. Any girl who be lucky to have you, including me.’ It was the closest you were going to get to a confession. The idea of actually revealing the truth of your feelings to Steve scared you and wasn’t something you were going to do in the dark while drunk while you had no escape.

‘Let’s just settle on we’d both be lucky to date each other. Although I’d personally be overjoyed to date you. Now, goodnight.’ Before you could even ask him what he meant, he shut his eyes and adjusted himself so he was in a more comfortable position to sleep. You didn’t move, his words playing through your head continuously. Did he really mean it? Maybe Steve felt the same way about you that you did about him.

Before you could convince yourself to back out you decide to make a move, knowing that Steve isn’t actually asleep yet. You move your legs forward, wrapping the top one around his waist and pressing your crotch against his. You contain a gasp as you feel that Steve’s already hard against you. You move your hips once, in a way that could be perceived as an accident if this goes badly. You bit your lip as your clit rubs against him, and Steve lets out a quiet groan, eyes flying open.

‘What are you doing?’ He asks looking at you.

‘Did you mean it?’ You whisper quietly. Your forehead was pressed against his, your lips barely an inch apart.

‘Did I mean what?’ Steve whispered in response.

‘That you’d be overjoyed to date me.’ You say it as if it was something simple. As if your heart wasn’t beating out of your chest. As if the entire dynamic of your friendship is about to change no matter what he answers.

‘I- Of course I did.’ Steve stumbles slightly but settles at last on just admitting the truth. That’s all you need to react, closing the gap between the two of you and pressing your lips against his. Steve kissed back hard, both of you pouring all your emotions into that one kiss. He moved his hand up to grip the back of your head, holding you close. Eventually, the two of you pulled away from each other and Steve moved his hand down to stroke your cheek. You felt your heart flutter as you looked into his eyes and he pressed a kiss to your nose. You lean in again kissing him hard as you reach your hands down, gripping his boxers in your hands.

‘Babe, as much as I want to, I want to take you out on a date before we have sex.’ He said pulling away from you.

‘Okay, but if we keep our underwear on does it really count as sex?’ You smile cheekily at him. Steve thinks for a moment before smiling.

‘No, it definitely doesn’t.’ Steve leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your lips hard. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pressed yourself against his hard cock. You could feel how big he was through your underwear and you really wanted to feel him in your hand but you respected his boundaries. He started to grind his hips into yours as you let out a moan, feeling him press against your clit. He pulls away from your lips, pressing kisses down your neck as you rub against him. He sucks hard, leaving marks behind as his hands move up to grab your breasts.

‘Screw it. Can I put my fingers inside you?’ Steve groaned out and you moaned slightly at his words, nodding as you do so. He reached inside your underwear and started to rub your clit. You groaned out and rutted your hips against his hand. He slipped his fingers down and rubbed them around your hole.

‘Steve, please.’ You whined out. He slipped his fingers inside you and you groaned out, gripping the bedsheets beneath you. He slowly started pumping his fingers in and out of you as you moaned loudly. He moved his thumb up to rub your clit as he suck on the part of your breast that was exposed from your bra. He sped up his fingers inside you, moving them at the perfect pace. You threw your head back against the pillow as you felt your orgasm building as his fingers kept moving in and out of you.

‘Come on, baby.’ Steve encouraged you. You moaned, clenching around his fingers as he rubbed your clit even harder, causing your orgasm to wash over you. You moaned loudly as you came. You breathed hard as Steve pulled his fingers out of you slowly. He leaned down and kissed you sweetly as you reached behind his neck, playing with the ends of his hair.

‘Steve, can I give you a blowjob, please?’ You asked sweetly as you felt his dick pressing into you.

‘Fuck, fuck yeah.’ Steve nods as he moves to lie on his back. You get up and move down so your mouth was level with his cock. You grip his boxers with your hand and pull them down slightly. You gasp lightly when you see his cock. It’s bigger and thicker than you expected. You’re not sure how you’re going to fit it into your mouth. You lean down and press a kiss to his hip, sucking lightly as you do. You move your attention to his cock and press a small kiss to the tip. You move down and light a strip up his cock before sucking lightly on the tip. Steve's hands fly to your hair as he lets out a loud groan at the feeling. You take him deeper into your mouth and breath deeply as you slowly jerk what you can’t fit into your mouth. Steve moans out your name as you swirl your tongue around him, starting to bob your head up and down as you do so. Steve pulled your hair and you moaned against his cock.

‘Fuck.’ Steve moaned. You kept bobbing your head up and down as Steve’s hands gripped your hair. You could tell he was close so you pulled up slightly so you were just sucking the tip, while you pumped the rest with your hand. He let out a loud moan as he came into your mouth. You swallowed it all as Steve leaned back against the pillow. You made your way back up and pressed your lips against his softly.

‘So what was that about no sex?’ You grinned slightly as you snuggled into his chest, his arms wrapping around you.

‘It wasn’t like full-on sex so really it doesn’t count.’ He grinned back, pulling your head back up to meet his lips.

‘I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.’ You murmur as you pull away from him before yawning slightly.

‘Neither will I, now come on, let’s go to sleep.’ You turn over on your side so Steve is spooning you from behind and close your eyes dozing off into a blissful rest.

You wake in the morning and smile as you feel Steve’s arms wrapped around you. You turn over in his arms and face him, seeing his beautiful sleeping face, reaching your hand up and running it through his hair. He stirs away slowly, eyes opening as he grins down at you.

‘Please tell me last night wasn’t a dream.’ He mumbles out sleepily.

‘Nope, it was definitely real.’ You grin and he leans down slightly, pressing your lips together.

‘Come on, let’s get up and get some breakfast.’ He pulls away from you, standing up and walking over to his wardrobe, grabbing a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, throwing them over to you before sliding on a t-shirt himself. You quickly pull them on and stand up.

The two of you walk into the kitchen, heading over to the fridge. You pull out some eggs and bacon, before grabbing a frying pan and putting it on the stove.

‘I should probably make some for Robin as well.’ You say as you put enough bacon for the three of you on the pan.

‘Hmm, probably.’ Steve says wrapping his arms around you from behind and kissing behind your ear lightly. ‘Have I ever told you how good you look in my clothes?’ He whispers in your ear, making you blush.

‘You’ve seen me in your clothes thousands of times.’ You reply back.

‘Yeah, and you always look good in them.’ He flirts back and you roll your eyes at his antics.

‘Hey, guys.’ Robin says, walking into the kitchen, and rubbing her eyes. Steve pulls away from you, smiling slightly as he heads over to a cupboard to grab some plates.

‘Hey Rob, you want one egg or two?’ You ask, turning to look at her as you put the bacon on the plates.

‘Two. I’m starving.’ You nod and turn back to the pan, cracking some eggs over it.

Once you finished making breakfast, the three of you sit down at the breakfast bar, eating your food. You lean over and rest your head on Steve’s shoulder as you eat and he smiles down pressing a kiss to your forehead.

‘Urgh, see this is what I mean. That is weird for friends.’ Robin scoffs, looking disgusted.

‘But it’s not weird if she’s my girlfriend, right?’ Steve asks a big grin on his face.

‘Wait, no, oh my god.’ Robin says looking at the two of you with shock.

‘Yep, thanks to you calling our friendship weird, we confessed our feelings to each other.’ You grinned excitedly.

‘I knew you guys liked each other!’ Robin said excitedly before a look of horror crossed her face. ‘Please don’t hook up in the back room at Family Video.’ You both laughed slightly at her face.

‘No promises.’ Steve laughed, gripping your chin and pulling your face towards his in a sweet kiss.

‘Eww, no stop. I’m going to be sick.’ Robin fake gagged.

‘Well, it’s your fault we’re together now so you’re going to have to put up with it.’ You smiled as you cuddled into Steve’s side.

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laundrybiscuits · 10 months

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“Yeah, I just told her to give them the cold shoulder. Don’t have to be mean or anything, just ignore ‘em a little. Play it cool. Drives girls crazy, ‘cause then they have to work to get your attention.”

Eddie stares at him.

“Holy shit, Buckley’s gonna die alone and it’s gonna be a hundred percent your fault. That is the worst fucking advice I’ve ever heard in my life.”

Steve actually looks offended, like his honor’s been impugned. “What the hell, man? I’ve picked up like a million girls that way. I’m telling you, it works.”

“Yeah, okay, now I’m seeing why my sage advice is required for this whole endeavor. That kind of thing might fly if you’re some alpha dog prom king, but lesbians are like…giant pandas or some shit, okay? The conditions have to be precisely calibrated or they’ll just hibernate in a cave by themselves eating bamboo forever.”

“That doesn’t sound right,” says Steve.

Eddie shrugs. “Whatever, I’m not a panda scientist. The point is…okay, let’s do a thought experiment.” Oh, this is a bad, bad idea. The Munson specialty. “Say you wanted to get a guy interested in you. How would you do it?”

“I’d just—” Steve stops, frowning. “I mean, girls usually just…laugh at guys’ jokes and stuff. Or wear, like, makeup?”

“How are you so awful at this,” says Eddie. “Jesus. I swear to god I remember you doing better with girls at school. Anyway, I didn’t ask what girls do, I asked what you’d do.”

“Shit, I don’t know. Isn’t that why I’m here?” Steve’s getting a little huffy, fidgeting. “I’d just…find a way to hang out with the guy, I guess. Laugh at his dumb jokes.”

“Yeah, sure,” Eddie says patiently. “But that’s what you do with friends too, right? And when you’re walking a perilous path far from the bright streets of heterosexuality, you probably don’t want to risk being too obvious, in case you’re wrong. So you gotta just…give them an opening to let them, like, signal if they’re interested. If they’re looking for a sign, they’ll take it.”

Steve wrinkles his nose. “Ok, but what if they’re not interested yet? Like…sometimes girls take a while to warm up to you.”

“Cut your losses and move on.” Admittedly, Eddie’s still working on that part.

“What? Man, I’m starting to think you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Eddie scowls at the skeptical look on Steve’s face. “Jesus, the disrespect. Why am I not telling this directly to Buckley, anyway? She’s the one in need of these hard-earned pearls of gay wisdom.”

Steve lets out a big, gusty sigh and tips his head back against the couch. “Because she said if I tried to give her any more help with dating, she’d smother me in my sleep and pin it on Dustin.”

“Attagirl,” says Eddie approvingly.

“But obviously she still needs help, so this is like—a stealth mission. For love.”

“For love,” says Eddie. “Yeah, okay.”

———

“Hey, can you—”

Robin whirls around at the unexpected voice and promptly trips over nothing at all, arms flailing out to avoid crashing into the library returns cart.

“Oh, shit,” says the stranger, reaching out a hand like she’s going to catch Robin’s elbow, but pulling back at the last second. “Um. Sorry.”

Robin blinks down at a girl in head-to-toe black, including dusty black combat boots. “Aren’t you hot,” she says, then wants to die. “I mean—like, just, with the heat and all, it’s a billion degrees out, I think if I tried to wear that much black I’d instantly dissolve like the Wicked Witch of the West.”

The girl stares back at her for a second, then bursts out laughing. It’s a nice laugh.

“As if. I’m from Utah, this is nothing.”

“Oh! Utah! You’re not—are you, uh, Argyle’s girlfriend?” The way Argyle’d described her, Robin had been picturing some kind of Elvira-themed ingenue in lace, maybe smoking like a 1920s flapper. This makes more sense for a real-life teenager, though: oversized t-shirt tucked into ratty black jeans, with some cheap-looking silver jewelry tied around her neck. Her eyeliner’s heavier than anything Robin’s ever seen in Hawkins, smudging messily a little in the heat that’s apparently nothing to her. It makes her look a little bit like a panda bear, but not in a bad way.

“Not anymore.” She grimaces. “Ugh, that sounds mean. We’re, y’know, still friends and everything. I’m Eden.”

“Robin,” says Robin, gesturing at herself like a loser. “Hi.”

“Hi,” says Eden, and smiles at her.

#soooo I actually wrote most of this before it became acutely ironic for me specifically #ik I'm vagueing a little but uhh yeah there have been some positive but VERY unexpected developments in my personal life #and originally I was going to apologize for the panda+lesbian slander but yknow what? I stand by it #really need to figure out a tag for this series tho #as always: I do try to keep everything updated/organized on my directory page!#fic: somewhere sometime somehow

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mooneeswrld · 2 months

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WHAT IS LIKE TO BE A QUEEN ?

(CHAOS!ARTHURxREADER)

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pairings : agedup!chaos!athur x reader

warnings : forced marriage, religious (Christian) prayers.

summary : as a daughter of a brilliant knight of Liones, you grown up in a abusive familyhood. you then escaped of this situation and someone’s knight were looking for a bride for their king just as they saw you running out…

PROLOGUE -> PT.1 -> PT.2

-> preview

“excuse me, who are you ?” you said as you grabbed his hand on your shoulder, put it away and glared at him.

“oh, don’t worry, you’ll know soon”

“wait,wha-“ after this, I felt a big blow on the side of my head, then i felt mysef pass out...

shit...

-> to follow

i stood up immediatly after i came to my senses, i looked at where i was when someone entered the room i was in. this freaking knight with red armor.

"i see you're up now, future queen" said the knight as a smirk animated his lips.

"where the fuck am i ? and don't you dare call me that again, you fool" you barked at him as he chuckled, his chuckle gave you the want to squeeze his head till blood comes out.

"oh don't worry about the place, we won't stay there long. the king is waiting for you. no now, obey" he said as a big head-aches took me by surprise. he put a hand on my hand when i felt a bandage that surronded my head.

"what king are you talking about ?? what did you do to my head and why would i obey you ??" i said really nervous as i thought of all the elements that bring me to a conclusion...was i in a forced marriage or something ??

"King Arthur of Camelot, i just knocked you out with my sword and you will obey me or i'll do worst to you" he grin as he looked down your body.

"don't you dare do something to...your future queen" you said as you thought about prented to be thrilled by the marriage and take my role as the queen to maybe find a way out of this trap.

"oh i see you're already taking your role...we'll see about that then" he said as he leaves and let you alone happily. you sighed as you heard a knight calling you to leave.

"in few minutes we'll arrive at Camelot !!" you heard a knight saying those words as you frowned, trying not to show your nervous situation, your heart pounting in your chest.

"open the portal" said the red armor's knight to another one who opened the portal as we entred this weird place. the castle was only few steps away as waitress came to you.

"hello my Lady Seria, follow us to the castle to dress you quickly !!" said an super kind waitress, but how did she knew my name ? as i follow them, i was surprised to see people happy in Camelot, i always thought that it was a no-life castle.

when we arrived in a room, with the most neautiful view i'd ever seen, a waitress gave me a sign to come near her.

when we finished my dressing, in my head i had the plan to run out directly when i got out of this room. "here, Lady Seria, you look stunning" said the waitress as other ones gasped in shock of i think...my beauty ? I stood up to look at how i was looking when my eyes widen in front of the mirror.

my long white wavy hair where let out on my white satin dress full of details with gold details on the extremities of the dress, my neck fully exposed with my shoulders exposed too, a square neckline with a purple set of necklace and earrings.

i took a deep breath as i smiled and turn around the waitresses "thank you, girls. please answer me just one question...do you know an easy way out of this castle ?"

as i prepared myself out, i opened the door and rushed to the way the waitress told me when i bumped into someone. i fell on the floor as it touched my nose bleeding. "hey watch where you're going !"

you look up to see two knights glaring at you, then suddenly they two took a arm of yours and started walking with you as you bleed of the nose.

“wait ! what are you doing ??” you said as you tried to go off of them, stirring your arms but nothing happened, you felt pain in your arms.

“to the throne room, Lady Seria” you gasped, nervous as your eyes widen when they stopped in front of a door. The red armor knight waiting for you.

“ready ?” he said with a grin. you gasped as he opened the big door. you saw a throne at the first sight with a ginger haired man sat on…Arthur…

the guard let you to the red armor knight by throwing you to him, you wiped you nose bleeding, and step in the room.

“hello, Ironside. I see you bring my bride…” a voice said as you shivered looking down, your breath heavy. the knight put a knee on the ground and bow to the king and said.

“hello, your majesty. yes, this is Lady Kay Seria from Liones. a holy knight from Liones, your majesty” he said, that was funny how his voice changed with the king. he turned at you glaring to you. you understood why, you looked up to the King, already looking at you. your eyes widen as you jumped and directly bow.

his presence was freaking me out. “good, the wedding is tomorrow.” you gasped, it was early !! you need to find a way out before tomorrow…

“of course, your majesty. she’ll be ready” he said, I saw him sweating as he talked to the King, I wanted to laugh so hard seeing him like that.

“but first, Merlin. make her queen…of chaos” your eyes widen, you didn’t knew about that as you looked up directly, ready to say something when Ironside whispered to you. “don’t you dare say no.” you gasped as Merlin step closer to you. touching your shoulder when you changed of room.

“well, it’s going to hurt a bit. but it’ll be quite fast if you cooperates.” you looked up to her, with a bored look, not saying a word. but in your head you were clearly doing a panick attack. “okay, what is it going to change on me ? what is it the “queen of chaos” thing ??”

“you’ll share your powers with Arthur. you’ll be bounded to him, and you’ll be the queen of chaos.”

you didn’t ad time to say anything that she put her two arms in front of you and a white kind of thunder pierced you. you then got knocked out.

—

as you woke up you were on the air, when a big pain took off your body. you screamed in pain, grabbing your tummy. “w-what…what are you d-doing to me ???!” you couldn’t stop screaming, the pain was too intense. when finally, it stopped. leaving you gasping for air on the ground. you glared at yourself in the mirror, looking at your now, black sclera. you screamed of surprise, before putting a had on your mouth.

tears dropped down your eyes as you felt something changed inside of you.

you were in your room dizzy about what happened hours ago. you could feel a change but you didn’t knew what beside the fact that you had chaos power now…

Tristan…

TRISTAN !!! KING MELIODAS !!!

oh my god they’re gonna kill me, but for real, I’m the queen of chaos now and I cannot run away this time. Arthur is not that mean too…

*knock knock*

shivers ran down you spine, you really wasn’t trusting the place. when you understood that you were in bra on your bed, sweating from the fever you had, you were about to get ready quickly but you didn’t had time to when someone said while entering my room.

“sorry but it’s urgent, I’m entering” the voice said when the door flew open and let you frozen on you bed, you outfit showing at least a half of your body…

“wait-“ you said as you saw Arthur in the corner of the door. SHIT. you couldn’t help but feel aroused you think… his gaze were on you eyes when it drifted to your body.

his gaze wasn’t shy but was needy I think… oh my… where did I put myself in ??

“sorry…, it’s urgent. are you feeling alright now ?” he said while approaching you, approaching??? you felt shivers down your whole body and heat growing on your face.

“w-wow what’s going on that is so urgent that you can’t wait for me to get dressed ?!”

he smirked and sat on your bed.

“the wedding is tomorrow, I need you to be ready and healthy, maids are on their way for your dress” he said totally not ashamed of staring at my body and face, like he didn’t saw me this close.

“okay ! now I think you can go pleas-“ you were about to protest when he sat on your bed and looked up at you with a grin, that makes your face heated.

Arthur was the king of chaos, but damn…he was the hottest man you ever saw.

Arthur cut you by saying “you know, tomorrow night is the wedding night. I want you to be relaxed around me…”

your eyes narrows and you said with a quite teasing tone “how could I ? you’re the king of chaos”

“am I that scary to you ? all I want is to protect Camelot and my peoples” he said as you saw a glimmer of sadness in his eyes, he was sincere.

“yeah, if you say so. now if you don’t mind, I need to get dressed, you’ll only see my body tomorrow night, mrs. can’t-wait” you smiled slightly at him, you found yourself gradually enjoying his company.

you won’t run off Camelot now, it’s too late…

hours passed as your maid got you ready, you found yourself happy in this wedding dress. you always wanted to be somehow a queen when you were little girl, a dream come true.

but you were queen of chaos, that wasn’t the same actually, but you’ll see later about that.

as the maid finished your get ready, you came up to the miror and gasped loudly. wow… you were dressed of a white dress of wedding with gold accent on it. your breast were highlighted by the push-up corset. gold jewellery going down perfectly on your neck and ears. your hairs are naturally down your back.

today was a very big day because you were getting married and crowned. your breath start to panick.

“your highness is alright ? how do you find yourself ?” a maid said softly. you took off the anxiety in your heart and took your role.

“im great and beautiful in this dress, now tell me when i need to go because the wedding is now” you said all blank of emotions and looked up to the maids.

“okay, follow me your highness” a maid said while getting out of the dressroom.

you followed her to a big door and you got told that everyone was there already and Arthur was waiting for you.

you took a deep breath when the big door opened. as everyone’s gaze was on you, you walked without looking anywhere but in front of you and Arthur.

Arthur gaze was on you with a lovely smile as he watches you walking.

when you arrived to the place the prayer started the long thing while you and Arthur were looking at each others with smiles.

“blessings and merry meet. Gentle lords and ladies, their bans having been published, we are here today to join the fair King Arthur and the Noble Lady Seria together.

They have asked you here to share in their joy, and to declare their love for one another before you as a community.”

the prayer turn to you and talked again

“Lady, are you here this day in pledged truth of your own free will and choices ?”

you replied softly without letting your eyes contact with Artur go.

“yes, father”

he turn now to Arthur and say

“King, are you here this day in pledged truth of your own free will and choices ?”

he replied without letting you eye contact and without hesitation

“yes, father”

“in as much as this Noble Lady and Fair King have pledged their troth to be married this day, we call upon Heaven to bless this union. Therefore if any one can show just cause, why they may not be joined together, by God's Law, or the Laws of the Realm; let them now speak, or else hereafter keep silent for all time.”

the silence was answering

“Lest it not be overlooked, however, there is rumor amongst the fair King people that any such scurrilous objector shall be later beheaded today at the feast for the entertainment and amusement of the Lords and Ladies in attendance.

There being no objection to this marriage let us continue.”

the prayer turn to me and say

“Swear you now, on this sacred blade, that there is no reason known to you that this union should not proceed.”

you smiled and without letting go of your gaze on Arthur as you both made some smiles and chuckles

“I do so swear, father”

he turns to Arthur now and continue

“Is there any reason known to you why this partnership should not be made?”

he grin at you, with a lust and groaning voice he replies

“there is none”

you felt aroused by his voice and gaze

“Heavenly Father, creator of all things both in heaven and Earth, we humbly ask thee to bless this union, may these thy servants seek goodness all the days of their lives, may they be strong in defense of what is right, may they be united as one even as the art with God.

May they be numbered amongst thy sheep. We humbly pray in the name of the Father, and the Son and the Holy Spirit. AMEN”

he turn to me again before saying a big thing

“Do you Lady Seria take unto thyself as husband the fair King Arthur and pledge unto him before God and these witnesses to be his protector, defender and sure resort, to honor and sustain him, in sickness and in health, in fair and in foul, with all thy worldly powers, to cherish and forsaking all others, keep thee only unto him, so long as you both shall live?”

“I will”

your response was simple but to Arthur it was ecstasy. the prayer turn to Arthur

“ Do you fair King Arthur take unto thyself the Noble Lady Seria to be thy rightful lady Wife and Queen and pledge unto her before God and these witnesses to honor and cherish her, to cleave unto her, in sickness and in health, in fair and in foul, be his one true and lasting counselor and solace, and forsaking all other, keep thee only unto her, so long as ye both shall live?

“I will”

“Heavenly Father, bless these rings which Noble Lady Seria and Fair King Arthur have set apart to be visible signs of the inward and spiritual bond which unites their hearts. As they give and receive these rings, may they testify to the world of the covenant made between them.”

a little girl came up with the rings and let you took Arthur’s one before taking his hand gently and saying.

“Receive and wear this ring as a symbol of my trust, my respect and my love for you.”

and you put his ring slowly that fit perfectly to his finger.

he then grabbed your ring and took your hand and says

“Receive and wear this ring as a symbol of my trust, my respect and my love for you.”

“This circle will now seal the vows of this marriage and will symbolize the purity and endlessness of their love.”

then four noble person came with cords, it was the ritual. you both joined hands and smiled at each other.

the first person place the cord around your both hands

“The first, the Burgundy cord to symbolize romance, partnership and happiness”

the the 2nd person place another one

“the Ivory cord which stands for peace, sincerity and devotion.”

the 3rd

“the gold cord which represents unity, prosperity and longevity.”

the 4th person now tie the cords together to signify the tying of the knot.

“As this knot is tied, so are your lives now bound. Woven into this cord, imbued into its very fibers, are all the hopes of thy friends and family, and of thyselves, for a new life together.”

he then talks a lot that makes me bored.

“With the fashioning of this knot you tie all the desires, dreams, love, and happiness wished here in this place to your lives for as long as love shall last.

In the joining of hands and the fashioning of a knot, so are your lives now bound, one to another.

By this cord you are thus now and forevermore bound to your vow.

May this knot remain tied for as long as love shall last. May this cord draw your hands together in love, never to be used in anger.

May the vows you have spoken never grow bitter in your mouths. As any child discovers when they are learning to tie their own shoes, the first move is to cross the ends.

The cross creates the (X), which is the symbol of partnership and union. As your hands are bound by this cord, so is your partnership held by the symbol of this knot.

Two entwined in love, bound by commitment and fear, sadness and joy, by hardship and victory, anger and reconciliation, all of which brings strength to this union.

Hold tight to one another through both good times and bad, and watch as your strength grows.

I shall now remove the cords.”

he then remove the cords slowly.

“The hast pledged troth of the own free will and sworn upon the Sword, The hast exchanged rings and been bound together by the ritual of the cords.

May it be granted that what is done before the gods be not undone by man.”

the moment that makes you stressed was now happening : the kiss.

“Before I proclaim you joined the must kiss three times on cue.

Once for luck, Twice for Love and Thrice for Long life.

By the Power Vested in my by the Realm”

Arthur took your hand and approached him to your face and gently put his hand on your cheek. he then kissed you first time, it was magical, that was a long kiss that in your brain, made all your thoughts shut, you wanted to be his wife now. you put a hand gently on his shoulder to push him into the 2nd kiss. and then kissed a 3rd time before looking at him with a lovely smile.

“I now pronounce you Lady Seria and Fair King Arthur, Wife and Husband.”

The crowd applauded as you looked at each other with big smiles.

->time skip to the coronation->

the maids changed you into the very traditional queen outfit, a long trail with fur on the collar of the dress. it was still white and gold. it really freaks you out because now you were alone on stage. Arthur was looking at you

you were on the church, everyone here, the Bible on your hand when you started the speech.

“Sir, to keep you ever mindful of the law and the Gospel of God as the Rule for the whole life and government of Queen, receive this Book, the most valuable thing that this world affords. Here is Wisdom; this is the royal Law; these are the lively Oracles of God.”

the prayer took the Bible and put it on the church.

“Our Majesty, the Church established by law, whose settlement you will swear to maintain, is committed to the true profession of the Gospel, and, in so doing, will seek to foster an environment in which people of all faiths and beliefs may live freely. The Coronation Oath has stood for centuries and is enshrined in law. Are you willing to take the Oath ?”

“I am willing”

I stand up look at the crowd and place my hand on the Bible.

“Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the Peoples of Camelott, your other Realms and the Territories to any of them belonging or pertaining, according to their respective laws and customs?”

“I solemnly promise so to do.”

“Will you to your power cause Law and Justice, in Mercy, to be executed in all your judgements?”

“I will.”

you then kneel down at the Chair of Estate.

“Will you to the utmost of your power maintain the Laws of God and the true profession of the Gospel? Will you to the utmost of your power maintain in Camelott the Protestant Reformed Religion established by law? Will you maintain and preserve inviolably the settlement of the Church of Camelott, and the doctrine, worship, discipline, and government thereof, as by law established in Camelott?”

“And will you preserve unto the Bishops and Clergy of Camelott, and to the Churches there committed to their charge, all such rights and privileges as by law do or shall appertain to them or any of them?”

“All this I promise to do.”

I place my hand on the Bible again and say

“The things which I have here before promised, I will perform and keep. So help me God.”

i then kiss the Bible and the prayer say

“Your Majesty, are you willing to make, subscribe, and declare to the statutory Accession Declaration Oath?”

“I am willing.”

“I, Seria, do solemnly and sincerely in the presence of God profess, testify, and declare that I am a faithful Protestant, and that I will, according to the true intent of the enactments which secure the Protestant succession to the Throne, uphold and maintain the said enactments to the best of my powers according to law.”

I sign the copies of the Oaths, whilst the choir sings.

“Prevent us, O Lord, in all our doings with thy most gracious favour, and further us with thy continual help; that in all our works begun, continued, and ended in thee, we may glorify thy holy name, and finally by thy mercy obtain everlasting life; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.”

I then kneel again and the prayer say

“God of compassion and mercy whose Son was sent not to be served but to serve, give grace that I may find in thy service perfect freedom and in that freedom knowledge of thy truth. Grant that I may be a blessing to all thy children, of every faith and belief, that together we may discover the ways of gentleness and be led into the paths of peace; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.”

the prayer take the crown and put it on my head and I stood up and take the scepter.

“I declare you Queen of Camelott !”

and the full crowd applause and say things like “glory to the Queen !!”

I smiled and looked at Arthur, this is not that bad actually.

*to be continued*

#°̩̥‧̥‧̥ ‧̥˚̩̩̥͙·✧—moonee delivers #fanfiction #sds fanfiction #sds arthur #sds #seven deadly sins x reader #sevendeadlysins #seven deadly sins #arthur nnt x reader #arthur nnt #nnt arthur x reader #nnt arthur #nanatsu no taizai

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sapphiewritesstuff · 1 year

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Okay I'm so sorry but I'm a whore.😅 daddy!Namor where reader calls him daddy in front of Namora, Attuma or M'Baku and he punishes them, when they get behind closed doors by teasing her until they're a begging mess. He says something like, " You want daddy's dick don't you....Only good girls get daddy's dick." And he precedes to jerk off and cum on the floor.

This is one of the nastiest writings of mine that will see the light of day

Warnings: fem! reader, use of daddy, reader gets called a whore, NSFW children shield your eyes, not proof read, degradation, Namor is kinda a mean dom, aftercare, sub-drop, dom-drop, implied spanking, mentions of face fucking, dom/sub dynamics

-Namor is a man who radiates dominance, it shows in everything he does, from how he always walks with you at his side to how he leans back on his throne and man spreads

-He took on his role as your dom the minute you two made things official, it was in his nature to take care of you and guide you

-Compared to him, you were such a precious thing, one that he felt complied to protect

-While you two usually keep the sexual dynamics for the bedroom, mainly due to him not wanting anyone else but him to see his queen vulnerable, but he still dominated you in non-sexual ways

-Your K'uk'uklan was ruthless, you knew that. He didn't take shit from anyone, not even you (though his patience wasn't as thin with you as it was for others), you knew that from the countless nights you spend laid over his lap

-He also had a reputation to uphold, one of king of Talokan and a god-like figure, you knew that

-Which is why you didn't mean to say it.

-You were sitting in your husband's lap, his strong arms wrapped around your waist as him, Namora, and Attuma discussed something that you weren't paying attention to. You were growing impatient, maybe it was because you were hungry, or sleepy, but you wanted to be left alone with Namor now.

-"Can we finish this later, daddy?" You whined, resting your head on his chest. You didn't realize your mistake until you noticed the silence that fell over the room.

-"Namora, Attuma, thank you, come back tomorrow." Namor commanded, you felt his grip around you tighten as he started to breathe heavy. The two warriors obeyed, leaving you two all alone.

-"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say it." You lowered your head out of submission and embarrassment. "I wasn't thinking straight, I wanted-" You were interrupted by him gripping your cheeks, making you look up at him.

-"Speaking has gotten you into enough trouble today, it would be wise for you to only talk when I say." You nodded and continued to look up at him, squirming in his lap. "Knees. Now." You didn't respond, instead scurrying to kneel in front of him.

-Looking up at him, you were drooling at the sight, his chest heaving and his hard cock peaking through his green boxers. You wanted to touch him, take his dick into your mouth and let him have his way with you, but you knew that doing anything that he didn't command would only get you into more trouble, so you grasped your hands together.

-"You know what you did wrong, yes? Tell me."

-"I call you K'uk'uklan in front of others, I know." You trailed off, looking to the side to avoid eye contact.

-"Look at me." You obeyed. "Yes, we've been over this many times, I guess we have some more training to do."

-He gestured for you to stand back up, and once you did he snaked his arms under your dress, trailing his fingers and nails up and down your chest, making you shiver and let out a mewl. He looked you directly in the eyes, pressing his forehead against yours, his expression soured, morphing into one of anger as he harshly tugged at your nipple. The sudden switch from sweet to cruel made you squeal.

-"Pathetic." He chuckled at your response. "You know you're not getting any tonight, so why are you all riled up?" He places two fingers on your pussy, collecting your juices before he placed them in front of your mouth, commanding you to suck. "Are you just a little whore for me? Is that it? Speak."

-You released his fingers from your mouth, giving them one last lick before responding. "I'm your whore, I'm Daddy's whore."

-He seemed pleased with your obedience, a small smirk crossing his lips. "Good." He praised. "Kneel again." You did as you were told.

-You watched as he stripped in front of you, his hard cock springing free. You squirmed in excitement and arousal, thinking that he would grip the back of your head and force you to deep throat his cock, using your mouth like it was your pussy.

-Instead, he gripped his dick with his hands, letting out a groan before he started jacking off in front of you. "Stay still, and watch." He demanded. "No touching, unless you want me to leave you alone, you don't want me to leave you all hot and bothered, yes? Be good."

-You tried your best to be good, to be his little angel, his good slut, but the noises he begun to let out and the way he threw his head back made it near impossible. It was torture, you hoped that you would get rewarded if you obeyed.

-You watched in agony as his knees began to shake, curses leaving his mouth as he fucked his fist. You wanted to touch him so bad, you wanted him to touch you. He was always so attentive to your needs, spending hours between your legs as he pulls orgasm and orgasm from you. This sudden lack of attention made you upset, but you would be lying if you said that it didn't make your pussy drip.

-You could tell that he was close to cumming by the way his motions sped up and his grunts and moans echoed off the walls.

-"You want daddy's dick, don't you?" He hummed and you nodded. "Too. fucking. bad. My cock is only for good girls, you haven't been good." You knew that, you knew that this was a punishment.

-You wanted to lower your head and beg for forgiveness, but you remembered his commands from earlier and stood still until he spilled his load all over the floor.

-"Fuck..." He muttered, gripping onto the table for support as his knees buckled. "Look at what I had to do, I had to waste my cum because of you. I could've came in your mouth, maybe even your pussy, but you had to be a brat and disobey me." He leaned over to meet your level, his breath still heavy as he gripped your cheeks. "See what happens to those who disobey Daddy?"

Aftercare!

-Namor showers you in compliments, it doesn't matter if the scene was a punishment or a reward, he spills his heart out before you

-Did I mention that he gets really emotional and clingy after he cums? Yeah, he does. You will not leave his iron grip, he will press kisses everywhere on your body as he whispers sweet nothings and how much he loves you.

-He prefers to lay in the afterglow for a while, cherishing the moment instead of immediately getting up to get you two cleaned up. If you're someone who is bad with textures and needs to be cleaned up, make sure you get him up before he falls asleep.

-The process of you two cleaning each other (yes, he insists that he washes you and that you wash him) is just as passionate as the love making, everything you do is filled with passion. He kisses every inch of your body and massages places that are sore. He lets out a satisfied groan when he feels your hands on his back or when you wash his hair.

-After getting washed up, you two return to bed to relax in each other's presence some more. If either of you get hungry, he'll have a maid bring you food, he doesn't want to leave your side, and eventually you two fall asleep.

-Namor takes your well being very seriously, if you two just did a rough scene and you're having sub-drop, he'll refuse to leave your side (unless you need space) until you feel better. He'll take care of you in whatever way you need, that is his job.

-When Namor suffers from dom-drop, he isolates himself. He looks down at his hands with such guilt, refusing to touch or look at you. If he leaves any marks, that makes it worse for him. His precious queen, look what he did to her, He doesn't feel guilt or any related emotion often, but when he does he really feels it. Comfort him by reassuring him that you enjoyed it, that he didn't go too far, tell him how safe and loved he makes you feel.

-Idk how to end this so 10/10 would fuck.

#namor smut #namor headcanon #namor x reader

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my-tin-can-mans · 2 years

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Distractions and Comfort

Eddie Munson X Henderson! Reader

Notes: Oh boy. Enjoy this hurt comfort I whipped up because the guy I like and had been talking to for about a month decided to ghost me :).

Not Beta'd so if you see a mistake, no you didn't.

Warnings: None I don't think? A little angst but not the worst I've written lmao.

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“Eddie!’ Steve yelled coming up to him from the back door of the house that currently held the ongoing party. Eddie had been in his usual spot, out back where he could deal in private when his friends dragged him to the party. Or rather you dragged him.

Being Dustin’s older sister and also being unfortunate enough to also act as his chauffeur to and from hellfire club, you had gotten to know Eddie. Before that, your friend group consisted of Steve and Robin. Robin was your childhood friend and when you went to work with her at Scoops Ahoy you were first displeased by Steve “the king”’s presence but after enduring torture with him and Robin, you all were very close now. It took a while for the other two to allow Eddie into the friend group but you were anything if not stubborn.

You liked Eddie, maybe a little too much for a friend. But that was all you were, just friends. You could tell by the way he looked at other girls sometimes. The way he looked at Chrissy.

That's why for the past month you have been with someone else, trying to distract you from him. Robin had insisted that this was a bad idea, but then again all of Robins's ideas were bad so who was she to talk right?

Patrick and you had come to the party tonight together. He hadn't officially asked you to be his girlfriend yet which had honestly been a relief to you, but when you caught him kissing another girl from the cheer team it definitely stung a little. He had gone off to get the two of you drinks while you were sitting chatting with Robin, Steve was long gone trying to find a girl while Eddie had headed out back the second all of you had arrived. When you realized Patrick had been gone for longer than a few minutes you went to search for him, finding him in the dark hallway with her pressed against the wall.

“Hey Eddie man, have you seen Henderson?” Steve now stood directly in front of Eddie and the stranger who was shoving a bag in his pocket before standing up and scurrying away.

Eddie closed his small lunch box looking up at Steve, “No Steve I haven’t and if you don't mind I'm kinda in the middle of something now?” he gestured to his box.

Steve rolled his eyes crossing his arms, “she hasn’t been out here has she?” he questioned anyways.

“Have you met her? You know she doesn’t like this shit. No, she hasn’t been out here. And why are you so worried anyways, she's probably just in some room getting down with Patrick by now. Told me she was sure tonight he was gonna ask her to be his girlfriend.”

“Yeah, that's the point dipshit she's definitely not with Patrick. Just saw him with some other girl. Hoping I could catch her before she did but I can't find her so I think it's safe to assume she's already seen him too.”

“Shit shit shit!” Eddie popped up from his seat. Selling his lunch box contents would have to wait another night, “She definitely didn't leave yet Patrick drove her here, you checked the bathroom yet?”

“Yeah, the one on the first floor but I figured I come out here before going upstairs.”

Steve and Eddie bounded up the stairs of the house finding the door to the bathroom locked and knocked.

“Occupied,” your voice called out on the other end, small and broken. They shared a look with each other.

“Princess its us open up,” Eddie spoke up. Silence.

They looked at each other again worried for you, but Steve being impatient yelled out, “Alright look open the door, or I’m breaking it down and blaming it on you.”

The door opened to reveal you standing there head down trying to hide your puffy eyes and red nose. “Oh sweetheart,” Eddie said to you as they both pushed their way in closing the door behind them.

“I don’t understand,” you said back hitting the wall and sliding down, “What is it about me that men don’t want, am I really that unlovable?” you questioned.

Steve squatted down in front of you while Eddie pressed himself up against your side.

“No no, it's not that, you're great really. Patrick is just a dick Okay? He thinks he’s the shit because he's a basketball player and had some popularity, I should know I used to be one of those dicks.”

“Yeah, you were too good for him anyways.” Eddie added, “he wouldn’t know what to do with you if he tried.” he spoke, bringing his hand up to your face and wiping the tear rolling down your cheek.

“If im too good for him then why am I the one crying in a bathroom while he’s with some other girl.”

“Because he's a dumbass,” Steve blurted out.

“Yeah any guy would be lucky to call you theirs, your the most gorgeous girl in school, and im not just saying that, not only that but your smarter and funnier than all those other cheerleaders. Sweetheart have you seen the way guys look at you when we walk down the hallway, they practically gawk.”

“Well they're gawking at you, but it's also probably partly because you're with the school freak,” Steve spoke. Eddie flicked him, “sorry, just came out.”

You gave a half-hearted laugh at their banter. No matter how close they had become friends because of you, they still bickered.

“Come on sweetheart let's get you home okay?” Eddie said standing up, holding out a hand for you as well.

“I don’t want to go home, Dustin’s just gonna make fun of me all weekend for sulking.” you pouted on the floor.

“I’d invite you to mine but my dad's home and he's probably just as unpleasant as Dustin, no definitely more and that means a lot coming from me.”

“Mine it is then.” Eddie replied, “come on my uncle wont be home till the morning, plus he loves having you around anyways, says you’re a good influence.” he gave you a little smirk and picked you up off the ground.

As the three of you walked through the crowded house to the front entrance you happened to also catch Robin along the way, Eddie kept walking by your side while Steve hung back to fill Robin in on what happened. Once you were in Steve's car, you sat in the back with Eddie, Robin taking a front seat and filling the silence with whatever word vomit that came to her mind.

It was mostly about Patrick, telling you how one time she saw im pick his nose in class so he wasn't a suitable match anyways. You zoned everything out though, in favor of leaning your head against the window and watching the shadowed night pass through the trees.

A warm hand touching your thigh made you jump out of your trance, looking over to see Eddie already looking at you. He moved closer wrapping his arm around you while keeping his other hand rubbing small comforting circles on your lower thigh.

Eddie had always been a touchy person, it was just how your friendship was. So this wasn’t a new sight. In fact, it was very familiar and made you feel a little at peace with the ending of the night.

After a few minutes, Steve had pulled into the trailer park letting you and Eddie out. Before you could get too far though he rolled his window down, “Henderson!” he yelled causing you to whip your head around, “you sure you don't want us to stay too?”

“Nah that's alright Steve, besides, it might get a little stuffy in here with all of us,” you giggled.

Once inside the trailer, you and Eddie went straight to his room, borrowing an oversized shirt from him in favor of you dress you had worn to the party. It was a shame you thought, you and Robin had gone shopping specifically for this night when you saw that dress you instantly fell in love, and it looked good on you too. Patrick hadn't even told you that you looked good tonight when he picked you up. That should have been enough right there to know he didn’t really give a shit.

“Okay,” you said to Eddie after pulling his shirt over your head, “you can turn back around.”

When he turned around he smiled upon looking at you, it wasn’t uncommon for you to spend the night here, borrowing a shirt from him every once in a while when it was unexpected and you didn't have a change of clothes. You loved Dustin, but he was gone to his friends a lot and your mother and you didn’t get along well, Dustin was her golden child, you were just there most of the time.

“It’s shame, that dress you picked out did look good, had to waste your first time wearing it on the shitty Patrick.”

“You, Eddie Munson noticed a bought a new dress.” you scoffed in disbelief, Robin had to of told him your plan before the night.

“Of course I noticed, Jesus Henderson did you listen to what I said in the bathroom at all?” Eddie said flopping onto his bed, “I meant it you're gorgeous, and that dress certainly showed that off, although I will say ive always favored seeing you in my shirt.”

You scoffed at him again, heading towards his bed to lay down as well. Eddie always flirted with you a little bit, but he did the same with Robin, hell even sometimes Steve was on the receiving end of it. But this was different. His words had started to make you blush. Calling you gorgeous was never in his vocabulary before and it made your heart ache.

The whole reason you had got with Patrick was to distract you from your feelings for Eddie and it had been successful up until now.

Now you were alone with Eddie, definitely not with Patrick and he was now calling you gorgeous, saying he preferred you in his clothes. It made you realize the whole reason this whole night had gone down the gutters was that you wanted to get with someone so that when Eddie finally got the balls to ask Chrissy out, which you could tell he wanted to by the way he looked at her, you might not feel as bad.

“Bet you think Chrissy would look good in your clothes too yeah?” you mumbled, laying down facing away from him so he couldn’t see your hurt face.

“ ‘scuse me?” he asked. “Henderson what the hell are you talking about.”

“Oh come on, Munson,” you said, trying to turn your voice into a teasing tone when it felt like you were about to start crying all over again. “You look at her like she hung the moon and you haven’t even talked to her.”

“I do NOT look at her like that, are you out of your damn mind! She’s dating the enemy Henderson wake up!” he laughed and shook you, causing you to let out a small giggle. “I look at her like that because she used to be so nice, and now she's with Jason. That reminds me I never got to scold you for dating one of those jerks. What the hell were you thinking anyway?” he jokes at you.

“I don’t know what the hell I was thinking Eddie, guess I just needed a distraction.” you rolled onto your back, looking at him propped up on his elbow looking down at you with a confused expression on his face.

“Distraction, a distraction from what?” he questioned you.

You sighed. This was your chance, if he truly didn't have feelings for Chrissy you might as well confess yours, you’d already been hurt once tonight, why not go for another round, “a distraction from you, Eddie. I really like you, more than just friends, and it hurt me to think you might have had a thing for her instead.”

His eyebrows rose at your confession, you covered your face with your arms not being able to bare the silence of him.

“Henderson im gonna ask you this again, what the hell were you thinking,” he said, but this time it wasn't in a joking manner. His voice was softer than usual, quiet too. “I’ve had feelings for you ever since I saw you sitting on the hood of your car picking up that brat you call a brother for the first time.” while he spoke he also slowly started to lower to arms from your face, by the time he was finished you were both looking at each other.

Eddie leaned down hovering above you now. Lips almost brushing but not enough to feel anything. “Can I kiss you?” he asked.

“Please,” you whispered, closing the short distance.

Eddie’s lips moved against yours in a feverish manner, his hand coming up to cradle your cheek in the palm of his hand. Eddie deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth, drawing out a moan from you. “Fuck” he breathed as he pulled away after a few moments. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that”

“I could say the same.”

He pressed his head in the crook of your neck, peppering it with little kisses, hand moving down to your waist to rub small little circles on top of his shirt.

“Come on sweetheart it's getting late,” he said coming up to face you again and giving you another small kiss, “wanna hold you for the night.”

Eddie moved to turn off his bedside lamp returning to his position on the bed and pulling you into his chest. You doze off into a peaceful sleep, although you weren't with whom you had planned laying next to tonight, you were much more satisfied.

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yikesharringrove · 2 years

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“Seriously, just bring me along!”

“Steve, we don’t have time for this,” Nancy snapped, holding another ruffled shirt out to Robin, who winced.

“I swear I’ll get us right in, and right out. We won’t even have to have fake identities!”

“No offense, Dingus, but we have a plan. A good plan, even. And we need you to stay here. Watch out for the kids. Watch out for Max.”

Steve was staring at Robin, his eyes huge as he tried to plead with her.

“I can help. Please, you guys. I’m always so useless when the shit hits the fan, but I can do this. I can take care of it.”

Robin looked at Nancy, her resolve buckling under the pressure of Steve Harrington’s puppy dog eyes.

Nancy sighed, rolling her eyes.

“Fine. You’re driving, then.”

Steve grinned and gave a little cheer.

Steve was all smiles and swagger as they strode into Pennhurst, Robin and Nancy exchanging looks as he greeted several of the staff members by name, a string of bright smiles and hey, Steve!s following behind them.

He leads them directly to Warden Hatch’s office.

He knocked briefly on the door, grinning at the two girls when the muffled response called him to enter.

“Steve! It’s so good to see you, son. I didn’t know you would be visiting today.”

Nancy gaped as Hatch stood up from his desk, coming around to hug Steve.

“We’ll, I thought I’d come by and surprise her. She does so much better in Spring, you know.”

Robin had never seen Steve like this.

It wasn’t like his King Steve persona, the arrogant confidence that made up all that douche-baggery. It wasn’t even his usual goofiness.

He didn’t seem tense at all, and he didn’t seem like he was bullshitting, either.

And then Hatch noticed the two women behind him, and he smiled at them brightly.

“And who might you be?”

“Well, this is Robin, and this is Nancy. They’re my friends.” He winked at them behind Hatch’s back. “I’ve been telling them about how often I visit and volunteer, and they wanted to come check the place out. Maybe volunteer for a bit today.”

Hatch shook both their hands, turning back to Steve.

“Steve, you know the rules. All volunteers must consent to a background check, it takes two weeks, at least.”

Steve clapped Hatch on the shoulder, and Nancy remembered just what Steve Harrington’s charm really looks like.

“Oh, come on. I’ve known these two for years. They’re seniors at the high school. Robin’s in band and Nancy it taking five advanced placement classes.”

And Hatch’s shoulders deflated as he sighed.

“Alright. Alright, Steve. Let me get you some volunteer badges.”

And within ten minutes, the three of them were walking down a beige corridor, volunteer badges pinned to their jackets.

“Jesus, Steve. How did you do that?” Robin asked under her breath.

“Please. I told you I could get you in.” He peered into one of the activity rooms. “Once I find her, you two can head downstairs to Creel.”

Steve was looking into each activity room they passed, shaking his head and frowning, peering at each patient in turn.

The corridor led them to a large room, some patients gathered around a small record player, a few painting at tables.

Steve beamed, nearly breaking out into a run towards a woman sitting in the corner.

She was thin, her hair graying and whispy, reaching the bottoms of her shoulder blades.

Nancy and Robin hurried to catch up with Steve as he was helping the woman slowly stand up.

“Hi, Mama.” His voice was soft, and the girls stopped in their tracks.

The woman was in profile to them, clearly staring intently at Steve.

“Anthony?”

“No, it’s me. It’s Steve.”

The woman furrowed her brows.

“My Steve is only a baby.” She still looked confused, even as she reached up to brush a thumb over Steve’s cheek. He smiled at her, a big huge grin that made him look so much fucking younger than Robin or Nancy had ever seen him. She visibly relaxed, and patted Steve’s cheek twice. “It’s good to see you, baby. I was wondering when you’d visit me again.”

“I was going to wait until Thursday, but it’s so nice out, I think we should go on a walk.”

And then everything made fucking sense.

It all clicked to Robin. The way she could never get a hold of Steve on Thursdays. The way he almost never mentioned his mom.

It was all my dad is coming home tonight or my dad told me to reapply to tech.

This was why he clammed up whenever she asked why he never applied to any out of state schools.

Robin tugged Nancy’s arm, nodding her head in the direction of the stairwell at the opposite end of the room.

“Steve, meet back here in ten.”

Steve nodded once to her, and his mother turned to look.

She was very striking. Her eyes were the exact image of Steve’s, even her eyebrows and the little bags underneath were identical to her son’s.

Robin hurried away with Nancy, suppressing a laugh when she heard Steve’s mom ask if that was his girlfriend.

“No, Mama, that’s Robin. I told you about her. My best friend.”

Steve linked his left arm with her right, leading her slowly towards the door that led outside to the gardens.

She loved walking them in spring, when the flowers were beginning to bloom and the air smelled of rain.

She was doing well today. He was delighted when it only took a moment for her to recognize him. There are some days when it takes a few hours, some days when she doesn’t know him at all.

“How is school going, Baby? Have you asked your chemistry professor about extra credit?”

It was warm outside, and Steve was glad he didn’t need to fetch his mom a sweater. Sometimes being in her room here made him anxious.

“I graduated, Mama. Last year. I brought you pictures, and my friend Jonathan filmed it, so you and I could watch it together.” He led her down the worn stone path, passing by a large hydrangea bush, the blue flower buds beginning to poke out from the green leaves.

“Yes. I remember. You brought me your diploma.”

Steve felt like a fucking balloon was inflating inside of him.

She was having an exceptional day.

Her left hand was stowed deeply in the pocket of her sweat pants.

He knew it was curled and useless, her arm atrophied and weak.

They watched a large honeybee bumble over the early flowering lilac flowers on a hedge near the path.

She looked up at him, and his heart sank as she smiled vacantly.

“I’m sorry, remind me your name?”

“It’s me, Mama. It’s Steve.”

“Steve,” her smile turned real. “I was wondering when you would come and visit again.”

He always let his hopes get up too high.

“Today’s such a lovely day, I thought I’d come even though it’s not Thursday, yet.”

“How is school? Have you spoken with your chemistry teacher about getting some extra credit?”

Steve tried not to let his face fall. He didn’t want her to see his frustration with the circular conversations.

Especially when he let himself think that everything was back to how it was before.

He checked his watch, only about five minutes left before Nancy and Robin were due back.

He led them further down the little stone path.

“Have you been panting much?” He asked.

Her therapist had recommended art therapy over a year ago, and it had done a lot for her fine motor skills.

Steve had several of her paintings tucked in a large envelope in his closet, keeping them safe until he had his own home to frame them in.

“I did one of the garden last week.”

Steve knew that painting. She had one favorite spot in the garden to paint, and he had three of her nearly-identical works of the view from that spot.

“I’d love to see it.”

She smiled at him brightly, the left side of her face slightly less responsive.

They walked back to the recreation room, and Steve deposited her in one of the large armchairs by the window, kneeling down to face her.

“I love you, Mama. I’ll be back on Thursday, okay?”

He patted his cheek, brushing her hand through her hair.

“You look just like my brother, Anthony.”

She confused Steve with her late brother nearly every time he visited.

Nancy and Robin emerged from the stairwell at the opposite end of the room.

“I’ll see you on Thursday, Mama.”

She smiled at him.

“My Steve comes to visit me on Thursdays,” she muttered. “Do you know Steve? He’s my son.”

“Yeah, I know Steve.” He stood up, nodding at Nancy and Robin, clearly not wanting to interrupt him. He leaned over to kiss his mother on the top of her head. “Bye, Mama. I’ll be back. I promise.”

And he would be.

He wouldn’t let the Upside Down shit take away his Thursday visits.

“I love you, Steve.” She smiled up at him, and his stomach did a flip inside of him.

“I love you.”

He caught up with Nancy and Robin in the hallway, leading them back to the car.

It was silent on the drive back to the Wheeler’s house.

Nancy was sitting in the passenger seat, and Steve could feel her eyes periodically trained onto him.

“She had a stroke,” he said softly. “Two years ago.”

Nancy gaped at him.

“But, we were still dating two years ago!”

Steve sighed.

“It was the day before Halloween. You and I weren’t in a good place, and then the shit hit the fan, and then we weren’t together anymore, and I just had to deal. I’m sorry I never said anything,” he swallowed thickly. “It’s hard. Some days, she doesn’t know who I am.”

He willed himself not to cry.

He knew Robin was trying to make eye contact with him in the rear view mirror, but if he met the reflection of her blue eyes, he wouldn’t be able to hold back his sobs anymore.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” Nancy mumbled.

“Look, it’s okay. It’s fucking sad, but she’s doing alright. And-and we’ve got this Vecna shit to worry about, okay?”

The girls exchanged a look in the rear view mirror, and Robin reached forward to pat Steve on his shoulder.

#yikes writes #i've had this in mind since i watched volume 1 #so here #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ask to tag

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yellowocaballero · 1 year

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Hi! I really your fics! Came for Stephanie Brown currently waking my way through best life.

My impression of Iron Fist was that it was like flawed in premise. It’s hard to make that one specialist white guy who got mystical monk powers in fantasy Tibet not seem like cultural appropriation. (Dunno why Dr.Strange doesn’t catch more flack.) Those characters were first made a while ago.

Anyways you make Danny Rand seem so likeable. Really liked that one with him and Colleen. Is he like that in the comics?

Hi, I love this ask! That Iron Fist story had a truly stupid amount of thought put into it, and I wish I had more opportunity to speak about it! I had a lot to say. I'll say one of the things here, and maybe reblog this with more specific commentary on the fic. But yes I want to talk about Iron Fist again!!! Only person on Earth!!

Yes, Iron Fist is based off an outdated trope. I'm not going to use the word problematic, because I do think it was sometimes an earnest exploration of an idea that had to be told in a way that the audiences would accept. In the 1970s, there was this perception (reality?) that white audiences simply would not watch a story with a lead of color. If you wanted to tell any sort of story about other cultures, then the lead had to be white. I've always called this the 'Dances With Wolves' story, and when it falls into problematic shit TvTropes calls it Mighty Whitey.

This is everywhere. Absolutely everywhere. Everywhere before 2000 (generously), and frequently even these days. It's even portal fantasy/isekai. It does not end. I'd break it down into two categories, four options. Very broadly:

Dances With Wolves (or Atlantis The Lost Empire, for a movie I like). The white hero is the POV character for white audiences to project onto and for wish fulfillment. As I talked about a while back, the basic assumption is that the audience is white and male, so he's the audience insert. In better movies, this character is used as an entry point so the movie can explore the other culture and their problems through the white viewpoint. In worse movies, this is straightforwardly Mighty Whitey where the POC are interchangeable hypemen present to make the MC look cool and heroic and save them all and probably become their king. This is Iron Fist.

Pulp Adventurer Hero (Tintin, the shit Indiana Jones was based off). Think of these as basically portal fantasies or isekais. In the 1800s when Americans got a taste of the Adventure (TM) bug, add in the Race For Africa and Orientalism and Wild West, you have a lot of intrepid super spies or archeologists or explorers investigating Distant Lands like the Congo or China. This was all late 1800s, got super popular in the 20s with dime novels, and tapered off in the 60s. Orientalism was at a high and Asian countries were viewed as very exotic and alien and foreign, so it got the brunt of this. Every single solitary one was HORRIFICALLY RACIST. Like holy SHIT. The mysterious Congo pygmies were little better than talking animals. Better, slightly more modern versions are Indiana Jones and the Mummy, who's directly based off these dudes, and is only pretty racist instead of horrifically racist.

You can organize the vast majority of Hollywood media predominantly featuring other cultures made before the 1990s into one of these categories. At best, they're outdated. At worst, there are some things I ask you not to Google. I do love Little Nemo in Slumberland and Tintin but holy hell.

This is the chain around Iron Fist's leg. You can slap a coat of paint on it, you can make it as woke as you like, but you cannot escape the basic foundations of the problematic story (and this is problematic, not outdated). You would have to literally kill off or get rid of Danny to fix that. When I talked earlier about how Iron Fist does not meaningfully engage with race the way it wants to engage with race, it is because of these things.

Very few tropes cannot be done well and should never be used. This trope isn't one of them. You could take any of these stories and really drill down into them, break them down into pieces to study the source code and genetics and foundation, and build it back up into something truly fascinating.

Never saw the Iron Fist show, but I'm guessing it wasn't deftly written and it didn't really engage with this. I think it's possible to write a good Iron Fist story, but you cannot do it through ignoring these foundations or dumping so much stuff on top of them to try and hide them. You can't. You have to drill down into this. There's stuff you can say using this trope, and if you write thoughtfully and actually have something to say you can write a damn good story (By the way, this is why the Mandarin in IM3 fucked hard - it didn't slap a coat of paint on the hugely problematic character, it looked at why the character existed and what the modern day equivalent of that character is and rebuilt it with the intent of having something to say).

Iron Fist is inherently bad. It is also not inherently bad. Its stories are inherently boring. Its stories can be inherently interesting. You just really have to open the clockface and see what makes the story tick. Anyway I'm Narcissus looking into his own AO3 because I actually did this and it fucked hard. IT CAN BE DONE YALL! IT CAN BE DONE!

TL;DR: Danny is nothing like that in the comics :D

#iron fist #danny rand #colleen wing #im going to reblog this with actual comments on my actual fic lmfao #my writing #my essays

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Saw Digimon Adventure 02: The Beginning tonight and need to dump thoughts in a void abt it --

!!!!! HEAVY SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRE MOVIE FOLLOW !!!!

I thought it was really compelling that they were willing to tackle a serious issue with Lui being a victim of abuse and trauma and Ukkomon being a manifestation of coping with trauma... But it felt like there were a lot of weird mixed signals about how all of those themes resolved. In a way it felt like the movie relied too much on "a few sentences will fix this extremely deep-seated and complicated problem" to move beyond what it was bringing up. Maybe the movie would've benefited from being in more parts, like Tri? But then again, I'm not sure if the story would have necessarily held that way without being something else entirely.

I think a slight problem for me was that, like Tri, the focus of the film was centered around a newcomer, in this case Lui -- and because of that it felt like Lui's film really, and that the 02 kids just kind of happen to be there for him. Davis was really the only character who felt directly anchored to the events in any way, which I guess is fitting since he has the protag energy, but it still didn't feel as deep as the connection between Tai and Matt as the protags of Kizuna who carried the story forth. Lacking that direct personal connection made it harder to connect to the movie imo. Tri had a similar problem with it being centered around Meiko and Meicoomon's struggle, but Tri had other problems in terms of the story being fractured that it didn't feel like Meiko's story necessarily dwarfed all the other parts of the film series...

I had a thought about the theme of the film -- that you need to communicate clearly with one another to move forward and find harmony -- and felt like the theme may have applied more appropriately if Lui was having relationship troubles (either romantic or platonic). In general, it's a good theme... it's true that to maintain and support any sort of interpersonal relationship, openness, honesty, and communication are key. But Lui's trauma comes from an abusive mother, where I feel like communication is... not necessarily a guaranteed solution most of the time... mostly because there is a different relationship, and technically a different power dynamic, between a parent and a child. A child of an abusive parent is generally much less likely to be able to "communicate" their way out of being abused, and the way the movie just inserts future Lui to go "talk" to his mom in the past and magically solve her parenting tactics is like. What. What!!! How!!!!! The movie was presenting nuance in that his mom was clearly under an enormous amount of stress with Lui's dad being critically ill, and yes, it's thorny to think about that as the movie somewhat trying to rationalize what is CLEAR CUT and SUPER NOT OK abuse of Lui, but to think that she would straight up stop being abusive just because (effectively) a stranger told her to just think about her situation for a second is way too convenient for me. The same issue applies with Lui's reconciliation with Ukkomon. So just because you talked to them and hashed out the problem, it's ok that they basically possessed (and... killed????!) your parents and did a bunch of shit against your will?

My hope was that it would be revealed that Ukkomon was actually some kind of actively malevolent entity, like King Drasil or something, and the idea was to spread Digimon like a virus across the human world under the guise of being helpful. (Aww man edit, the more I think about this, the more I wish it happened… it could have turned out that the bonds between humans and Digimon became too real and powerful, and not artificially constructed as my hypothetical Ukkomon wanted, and defied the big bad’s expectations, which would further explain the loss of Digivices — that humans and Digimon care for each other so much, it transcends the need for an artificial medium. Agghhh guys can I rewrite this part of the movie for you…) I mean I looked at Ukkomon in the promo pics and I'm like this mf looks so creepy... they really played up the Kyubey factor and that led me further to believe that they would be a big bad with a plan... but no, just a weird misguided creepy lil dude....

The other reason I was thinking that Lui's communication difficulties with Ukkomon could be mirrored with some kind of relationship issue is, maybe if Lui was a parent and started a family, there would be stakes with a relationship that wouldn't have as much gravity if he was a teen in a relationship... which leads me to my next point, how is he the first Digidestined if Himekawa and Nishijima were shown to have Digimon as kids????? They could have maybe retooled it that Lui was older and reconciling with his past? Though idk i guess the more i say it the weirder it sounds to have the story be about a dude who projects heavy divorce energy, but idk... could have been a strained friendship, or a strained relationship with a sibling, really it did not have to be romance at all, just any type of interpersonal connection where there is more of a power balance, and not a relationship with an abusive mother exclusively. And again I actually respect that Digimon is willing to go to places of childhood trauma/difficult situations like divorce, illness, and death, so i didn't necessarily have a problem with the abusive mother plotline (and I actually really dug the huge horror vibe with the Ukkomon possession sequence, felt pretty interesting to see it in the Adventure setting), but just wish they could have strengthened the theme more. They could have even made it more reflective of the 02 kids, maybe their relationships with each other have been strained and they learn better to listen to one anothers' needs and move forward in cooperation. Then again yeah that would not have fit in an hour and a half long movie and then maybe it would have needed to be another bloated Tri movie series oh noooo

idk I took a while to see Kizuna and I literally only watched it a few days before going to see the 02 movie and it kind of bums me out to go from something that I felt really understood the assignment of what it means to explore Digimon, the Adventure kids, adulthood, and the nature of growing up; to this, which tried to tackle some difficult subjects but walked away with it seeming (to me) half baked in execution, and also half baked in the way it utilized and engaged with the 02 crew. I mean, the 02 kids got weirdly fridged in Tri and then just showed up as cheerleaders in Kizuna, which leads me to believe the writers kinda don't know what to do with them, which is like. Whyyyy... 02 felt so rich in story and character as well :(

On that note!! one of my favorite parts of 02 was the Digidestined Around the World stuff so it was super nice to see them getting screen time shout outs in this one :') I have always adored how much Digimon puts an emphasis on global connections so I'm always happy to see more of that stuff in this series.

Also super weird that Ukkomon as a creepy lovecraftian big bad (which was cool!) ended up being a wet noodle (almost literally) of a battle at the end too. I'm usually loath to say that a big bad is a good idea in movies (I really liked the balance with Menoa being both insane/an enemy to reckon with alongside Eosmon being a real threat, but also very much misguided and sympathetic), but they really needed to up the tension more with Ukkomon. Because Ukkomon basically surrendered and gave Lui the all clear to take it down, the final showdown felt inert and devoid of any real stakes.

Also unilaterally deciding that everyone in the world is not allowed to have a Digimon partner is like. Hello!!! Fun police!!!! Y'all canonically took my Digimon away from me!!!!!! (I mean yes ok the practical reasoning for this can definitely be argued to be sound, but still. Fun police...)

Didn't think i'd have so many thoughts but it was just a rollercoaster from finally finishing Tri recently over the span of a few years (which is why I understood why that series is so divisive), to Kizuna (which I totally get why it was well received), to this which is like... perhaps not as bad as Tri in the fact that it is not an overblown, badly paced film series with a messy narrative, but does not build on the very meaningful and emotionally provocative parts of Kizuna. Basically I expected more :'(

#digimon #digimon adventure 02 #digimon adventure 02 the beginning #digimon spoilers #me rambling

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(because I am depressing everyone today. It's a theme.) Another charity prompt from this year's fundraiser.

This was for Fiona on Patreon, who gave to a food bank and who wanted to know how Arden and Mil met.

It is… like all things with Arden… a lot sadder under the surface than Arden allows you to see. You have been warned.

Content tags: physical abuse of a child (off page), mention of child abuse both physical and emotional. Spoilers? Maybe? For A Suitable Consort (for the King and His Husband) All characters herein are mine.

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“I said, you’re not supposed to be here, you beat-of-four pantshitter.” Mil clenched his hands and tried to think of what his parents would say if they caught him fighting with a noble boy, much less insulting him like that. Mil was supposed to protect nobles someday, like they did. Not tackle them into the dirt path outside the kitchen garden and bloody their noses.

The noble boy—he hadn’t said a name but Mil had learned to spot beat-of-fours in particular early on, even when they didn’t have hair down to their waists—raised his hands in a placating gesture but hardly looked at Mil. He didn’t back up either. He glanced around Mil like he was searching for something.

“I’m sorry.” The boy caught Mil by surprise with the apology and then a sudden direct look.

The noble had brown eyes that focused sharp on Mil for the moment before he was glancing behind Mil again, to the rows and rows of circular arrangements of stone and earth for growing the herbs used in the palace kitchens.

It wasn’t Mil’s job to protect the kitchens. As yet, Mil had no job aside from doing what his parents told him and attending to his lessons both in reading and writing and in weaponry. But he was sick of nobles thinking they could go wherever they wanted in the palace like they owned it, when half the time, the Queen Lyni hadn’t even invited them here. And they were quick to snap for Mil to leave or kick him out of the way, not giving a flying fuck that Mil was supposed to protect them from danger someday.

Protect them, his ass. His parents were content but Mil suspected he’d never be content as they were in this place, taking shit from a bunch of people no different from anyone else in the palace except for their too-fucking-long names.

This one was about Mil’s age, but that didn’t matter. Here he was like the rest, poking his nose where it didn’t belong, ignoring someone who knew better.

Mil raised a fist, just as a threat, whatever his parents might think, and the beat-of-four went still, so still Mil thought he wasn’t even breathing.

He should’ve jumped back, or charged forward, or raised his fists too—plenty of noble children studied weaponry and fighting alongside Mil. But he didn’t. This one stopped like he was going to take the hit and wanted to stay on his feet, then looked directly at Mil again when Mil didn’t follow through.

“I’m sorry,” the boy said gravely. He had a grave manner to him all around, Mil suddenly thought, and wasn’t sure why. Except the boy wasn’t sneering at him or laughing about servants not knowing their place. He wasn’t even fighting. Which was… things would be a lot easier if he were fighting. Mil could deal with that. Trounce him in the dirt and go on his way.

“If you were really sorry, then you’d go,” Mil heard himself saying, and scowled over that too.

“I will,” the boy promised, serious as anything. “I just need to find her first and tell her it’s all right.”

“Who the fuck is she?” Mil demanded, although his father would have something to say about his language with one of the beat-of-fours. “Some sweetheart of yours?”

The boy couldn’t be older than Mil, but he looked the type to have sweethearts already, handsome face and nice, if simple, clothes, and a form that Mil’s combat instructors would say was going to shoot up and fill out like a tree. They said that about Mil too. Mil had no doubt of it. He came from large people. The boy would be pretty someday, except for the long braids gathered at his neck.

Beat-of-four hair. Mil was never going to think that was pretty.

“My sister,” the boy said, the last answer Mil had expected. “Listen,” the boy swept a look over Mil and Mil felt like he ought to stand straighter and brush wrinkles from his shirt, which made him scowl, “do you have a sister? A little sister?”

“That’s none of your business.” Mil raised his head. “And I don’t. No sisters.” But he stopped because it felt odd to say. “Got a little cousin though, stays with us a lot. She’d… she might say she was and I’d let her.”

“Close enough,” the boy said, sighing in relief. “So you understand. I’ve got a little sister. She’s small and right now her hair is in a bunch of braids like mine, and she’s in pale orange clothes. If you see her before I do, could you tell her it’s all right, that I’ll take care of it? All she has to do is sneak back in. I would be in your debt.”

Mil didn’t need a beat-of-four in his debt. “Take care of what?” he asked suspiciously.

“She’ll know.” The boy paused before turning partly in another direction, as if he heard something, “and maybe keep an eye on her if you can? No,” he frowned at the ground and Mil had the passing thought that the boy had never heard of smiles, “that’s too much to ask. I’m sorry. Never mind.”

“Is apologizing all you do…?” Mil started to demand when a flash of pale orange caught his eye, and he turned slightly to get a better look at the girl wriggling out from beneath some of the stones in one of the herb gardens.

“Arden!” A sharp, stern voice broke the quiet around them. Mil jumped and frowned for it.

The girl froze, then twisted to look out of her hiding place, locking eyes with Mil as she did. She was tiny and chubby, her clothes a mess now, the way little kids always seemed to be a mess. Her eyes though, her eyes were wide and scared.

Without thinking, Mil put a hand down at his side to gesture for her to hold still and be quiet. Then he turned back to the boy.

The boy glanced to Mil’s hand, then to the particular piles of stones that hid his sister, before looking up to Mil’s face. Just for a moment, for not even a heartbeat, his lips curved up, as though he could smile after all. But only like that. Soft and happy, but for one person to see, for one second. Then the sound came again, a cold but furious, “Arden!” and the smile was gone like it had never been.

The boy straightened and turned his back to Mil to face the two adults moving unmistakably toward him.

Mil straightened too. Those were also beat-of-fours, and from their clothes, very wealthy ones, which meant powerful. He probably should have paid more attention when his parents had discussed new arrivals to the palace. Then he’d know who they were.

“You come when we call,” the man said, the boy’s father, probably. “You answer.”

“Yes, Father,” the boy agreed evenly, head up, his body motionless. “I’m sorry.”

Mil nearly jumped when the father raised his hand for a backhanded strike, although the boy didn’t move. But the father saw Mil then and lowered his hand. He stared at Mil for another moment, studying Mil’s serviceable clothes before returning his focus to his son.

“Here, you must be ever-aware of who you are, of your name. Not traipsing about as you please. This place, all of this, is here because of us. All know it. You should know it too.”

“Yes, Father,” the boy said again, grave. Mil frowned.

The woman, the mother, swept past them both to sweep a look over Mil like the father had done. Mil stared back, although he didn’t know what he’d do if they struck him. It wasn’t allowed, wasn’t supposed to be allowed, but he didn’t know how powerful they were. Maybe they were relatives of the queen, real relatives, and not the way the beat-of-fours were distantly related to all the other beat-of-fours.

“Arden,” she said before finally turning away from Mil, “you don’t bother servants. That is not befitting your name. Apologize.”

“I’m sorry for bothering you,” Arden said immediately without turning to look at Mil.

“Don’t be impertinent, Arden,” the mother chided him. “All eyes are on you. We told you that and expect better from you. One day, this will be yours. Lyni will choose you but only if you act as you ought.”

“Yes, Mother.” Arden was quiet. “I didn’t mean to bother him. I won’t do it again.”

“It’s fine,” Mil said gruffly, though he should have shut his mouth.

Both parents suddenly turned to Mil. Only the queen could stare like that, Mil would have thought. Or maybe that friend of hers, Cael.

Mil swallowed. His stomach felt sick. “I didn’t realize he was a be—a noble, and I thought he was a friend of mine at first,” he continued, then realized when Arden’s mother’s eyes widened that it was a bad choice of a lie.

The mother looked down at her son. “You should never be mistaken for a servant, Arden. Tell me why.”

“Because I’m Canamorra,” Arden said, very quiet now. “Peace exists because of us.”

“Everything exists because of us,” his mother corrected. “If you’ve forgotten that, then we’ve failed. First Jola’s carelessness and now this. Is Ral the only one of you who remembers what he’s taught?”

“Dearest,” the father said suddenly, pressing his hand to hers, but glancing again to Mil, “this is no place for this, even if it’s a poor start to his future here.” That was added with a sharp glance to their son, standing straight and silent before them.

“Our name stands for something,” the mother continued. “Arden will have to be reminded.”

Mil was expecting the quiet reply from Arden this time. “Yes, Mother.”

The little girl raised her head. Mil put his hand out again, telling her to be still. He was surprised when she listened, but maybe she was more worried about her parents’ wrath than obeying a guard’s son.

“Why were you out here? You don’t belong near the kitchens,” Arden’s mother went on, looking over the herb garden with some confusion.

“I thought to get some mint for Jola,” Arden lied so smoothly that Mil was a bit jealous despite himself.

“Jola does not deserve a treat, Arden. You know that. Not until she apologizes sincerely.” The father sighed. “It does you credit that you thought of her. You will be a king to make your ancestors proud. But this disobedience cannot be permitted. Go to your room and stay there, speaking to no one, until you can prove to us you’ve learned.”

Arden inclined his head. “Yes, Father.”

Mil hadn’t heard of the queen appointing an heir. Even he would have noticed something like that.

He glanced down to Jola again. She was apparently also supposed to be confined to her room, and had snuck out. Mil would admire that, but now her brother was paying for it.

I’ll take care of it, he’d said. Mil looked back to the boy and his parents, already leading him away. Keep them focused on him, more like, so they forgot the daughter and she’d have time to get back to her room.

“What are they going to do to him?” Mil asked her, hushed, not taking his gaze away from the retreating figures.

Jola was equally quiet. “If Grandfather were here, maybe only take away his dinner or make him study harder. But he’s away and ill.”

Mil turned toward her at last when she paused. Jola, who had eyes like her older brother, pretty but serious, chewed on her bottom lip before forcefully stopping herself. “Canamorra founded this, started this. The throne is ours, mother says. And will be Arden’s someday to show that. But we have to be perfect. Arden is.”

Oh no, Mil could see tears forming in her eyes. “Hey now, don’t cry.”

She sniffled, then ended her tears just like that. Like her brother and his smiles, there and gone, though her little face remained drawn and serious. “It should be me getting punished,” she admitted in a tiny voice, “but I’m afraid. Arden never is.”

Mil raised his head but all the Canamorra except Jola were nowhere to be seen. He had not even a glimpse of that long, braided beat-of-four hair and straight shoulders.

King, Mil thought, and should have sneered. All he could summon was a frown.

He was afraid, Mil thought next. But Mil had taken some of that from him. Mil had made him smile.

Which shouldn’t matter. Stupid beat-of-four problems were not Mil’s problems. But he’d accepted this one, so he looked down to Jola again.

“We’ll have to get you cleaned up before you sneak back in,” he told her gruffly, then bent down to hold out a hand to help her to her feet.

#charity prompt #charity prompts 2023 #a suitable consort (for the king and his husband)#a suitable 'verse #r. cooper

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vacantgodling · 8 months

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hey! this is chance & here’s week 3’s prompt. share an excerpt that you’re very proud of from any of your wips.

thank you!! since i’m actually working on cage (for once) have my favorite funny little scene from chapter 11 — it’s not done yet but i’m just terribly amused by it.

tagging @valeffelees bc cage content lol

“Cole Cassidy, do you copy?”

“Kind of not tha time, Hanzo.” Cassidy tried to keep the growl out of his voice, but given the present circumstances he just couldn’t. There went all the hard work he’d put into he and Hanzo’s relationship down the drain— the man was more skittish than a crotchety old chihuahua. He was ushering along the civilians with him as quickly as he could. One omnic with bright blue synthetic hair and a sparking core had an arm slung over his shoulder, and even if he didn’t have their metal body to contend with, he could hear the footsteps of Talon agents fast approaching. It felt like they were fucking everywhere. Roaches, infesting every inch of King’s Row.

Undeterred, Hanzo continued. “You will do exactly as I say.”

“An jus’ who made you captain?” Cassidy snorted. “There’s a dead end over here!” Someone towards the front of the pack called. Fuck, goddamn, shit, fuck. He didn’t have time for this, for Hanzo’s bullshit, Talon, none of it. This is why he never joined the frontlines. In Blackwatch he never had to be concerned about the safety of civilians when he could be doing what he did best: taking down the enemy head on. But he came back to do good, to fix what Reyes and Blackwatch broke, to ease his own goddamn consciousness before he inevitably kicked the bucket. This is what he got for caring.

“There are thirty agents tailing you, and there are no exits in the way you’re heading.” Cassidy stopped cold in his tracks, jerking the sparking omnic roughly without meaning to. He touched his free hand to his comm. “What?” He kept his voice low, to smooth the panic out of his voice so it wouldn’t raise civilian alarm. “How—”

“I can see them, and your position.” The adrenaline coursing through his body was a petrol fire, making every hair on his arm stand on end.

“Is everything okay?” The sparking omnic asked. Their tinny voice was laced with worry, and Cassidy couldn’t meet their eyes. He looked over his shoulder, towards the sound of heavy armored feet growing louder.

“Do not make me repeat myself, Cole Cassidy. You will do exactly as I say.”

If they weren’t in the middle of a life or death situation, Cassidy would swear that Hanzo’s voice was practically a purr. If his heart wasn’t thundering in his throat, and if he was more than two-thirds of a whiskey bottle deep, maybe he’d even admit to himself that Hanzo sounded hot.

Presently he ignored it. Tried to. “What d’ya say?” Cassidy found himself breathing out.

“On my count,” He could practically feel Hanzo wetting his lips. “You will tell the civilians to duck. You will also duck.”

“Duck- Huh?” The rest of the civilians he was leading by now had stopped in their tracks and were giving him quizzical, maybe even panicked looks. So maybe he wasn’t as good at keeping the panic out of his own voice as he thought. Cassidy looked over his shoulder once more as the first of Talon’s soldiers burst into the alley.

“Oh my god!” Someone shrieked.

“Don’t move!” Cassidy’s voice was rough.

“One,” Hanzo counted in his ear.

The Talon agent at the end of the alley didn’t stop though. He made his own sounding call to the men that must’ve been looking for them down other nooks and alleys to come this way. The sound of more boots racing towards them was thundering. The Talon agent trained his gun at them. The red dot sight on the barrel of his gun zeroed in directly on Cassidy’s chest.

“Two,” Hanzo’s voice was steady in his ear and heaven’s above, he was going to be the death of them. Cassidy was going to die listening to him because the deranged part of his mind that listened to his dick told him to listen to the man purring in his ear over all the good, hard-earned sense in his own head, that was screaming at him to at least pull out Peacekeeper and shoot. Behind the first goon, more and more Talon soldiers swarmed around the bend, guns drawn and aimed— if not at him, then one of the cowering civilians behind him.

“Mommy!” One of the little girls was sobbing now and Cassidy still stood frozen, bated, waiting. “Do something!” Another woman cried, grabbing his serape tightly in her fists. The Talon soldiers continued to file into the alley like ants descending upon an unfortunate slug and Cassidy’s idiot brain was clutching onto Hanzo’s words like a goddamn lifeline. He was barely breathing, but against his ear, Hanzo’s breath remained terrifyingly steady.

“Three.”

“Duck!” Cassidy roared.

Thankfully, everyone in his small group listened and dropped to the ground like sacks of dead weight. And though Cassidy could hear the rip of dozens of triggers being pulled at the same time, none of the bullets met them. A different roar sounded above them, so deafening that Cassidy felt his ears pop. His eyes that squeezed shut in reflex flew open.

Dragons. Bonafide, blue, snarling dragons flew over them directly into the panicked crowd of Talon soldiers. Some tried to shoot, some tried to run— none of them were any match for the terrifying size, speed and precision of the beasts’s gaping maws. Their cries of anguish were nearly as loud as the dragons themselves. They cut through the men like a butcher cut through mincemeat, their blood smattering across the too-close buildings of the alley, raining down on them and probably staining all their clothes to hell. The dragons only dissipated when the last soldier fell, sweeping clean back from whence they came then disappearing into the building that they rocketed from in the first place. When they swept back overhead, Cassidy distinctly noticed that the air around them smelled charged with ozone.

He stood up on wobbly legs— hell, Bambi probably could walk smoother than he did. None of the civilians were faring any better, and as quickly as he could manage, he helped everyone to their feet. The little girl who was crying before was clean passed out.

“You’re welcome.”

Cassidy heard the comm line click before he could say anything else.

#ff: cage #ren writing #idk i love this scene a lot i wrote it literally YEARS ago lmao #i need to get to the build up of it lmao

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brucie-bruce-waynee · 2 years

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The Actor and the Billionaire Part 3

(A/N: Another Monday update. Sincere apologies! Finals week has just started and I am dragging my feet on this final essay! I have these posts already queued up on Ao3 so if you want true Sunday updates, I would heavily suggest going to my Ao3. Each post is updated in the masterlist pinned as the top post on my page!)

Word count: 3.5k~ words

A buzz from your phone made you stutter in your jog. Stopping your treadmill, you started reading.

‘Need an Instagram pic of you and Bruce getting ready for the gala tonight. You’re showing up together. A car will pick you up in an hour.’

The text was from Maggie, head of the social media branch of the marketing team for Wayne Enterprises. Her texts were always like this, straight to the point and with no sugar coating. It was refreshing. You opened your texts with Bruce, wiping sweat from your brow. He hadn’t responded to your gif of a cute cat. How rude.

‘Maggie said I need to be at yours in an hour. Alright if I bring Cinnamon?’

‘Yes.’

Well, alright then. You decided to shower and style your hair a bit before the car would grab you. Cinnamon was leashed up, and you were on your way to the Wayne penthouse.

You didn’t know why Bruce had abandoned Wayne manor, but you made a pretty good guess that it had to do with memories of his parents. Everyone in the city thought that. Too painful. That was something you would never understand; try as you might. Losing a parent was the most heartbreaking thing a child could go through.

Rolling up to Bruce’s building, you were greeted by a few paparazzi and reliable press members. They tried pushing their cameras in your face, but you continued into the building. Alfred was there in the lobby waiting for you to bring you up to Bruce’s floor.

The penthouse was a fucking Gothic castle. He was literally Dracula. There was no other explanation for it. The man of the hour emerged, looking so tired and wired. You placed Cinnamon on the floor but didn’t unleash him. Bruce came closer to you, so close you could smell the scent of rain on him.

“You’re not going to turn into a bat and suck my blood, right?”

Bruce turned somehow paler. He exchanged looks with Alfred, eyes wide with the whites bloodshot. You could fill the whole of the ocean with his blue eyes. They were your favorite feature. Maybe it was because you so rarely saw them stay still.

“No,” he responded haltingly.

“Cool. Maggie told me my outfit was already here for me. Is it alright if I unleash Cinnamon? He knows how to heel, so he’ll stick by me.”

Bruce nodded and began leading the way, the clunk of your shoes and Cinnamon’s nails clicking following him down the hallways. The three of you entered a lavish room with a plush carpet and the most oversized bed you’ve ever seen.

“I thought the largest bed was a king-size, but that’s definitely bigger than a king,” you said conversationally, pushing down the mattress.

“It’s an Alaskan king,” Bruce said, rummaging around in the closet there.

One quick Google later, and your jaw was on the floor. Cinnamon had already made himself at home by curling up directly in the middle of the vast bed.

“Holy shit, dude. Are all the mattresses in your place this big?”

“I only have five rooms here, so yes,” Bruce said, laying a dry cleaning bag on the bed.

“Is.. is this your room?”

“No, this is a guest room. Yours if you want it.”

He spoke so little. It intrigued you to know what he thought about when he wasn’t talking. With your limited experience as a young person, it was true that those who spoke the least had the most to say or were incredibly insightful. What kind of insight would you get tonight?

“I can have a room in your penthouse?”

You unzipped the bag to reveal a nice suit, no tie: just a black blazer, trousers, and a shirt with hidden buttons. Bruce hovered behind you; hands tucked firmly into his sweatpants.

“If you want. I assume we’ll need to pretend to stay the night at each other’s places sometimes,” Bruce said in an almost embarrassed whisper.

Oh. Right. You hadn’t thought of that. It had only been a week.

“Well, I appreciate it very much. Now, Maggie wants you to post a picture of me in the bathroom getting ready for the night, and then she wants me to post a picture of you getting ready in the mirror. An adjusting the tie in the mirror picture.”

As you talked, you pulled your makeup bag from your larger bag and dumped it on the counter in the en suite bathroom. It was gaudy, with black marble tiles on the walls, ceiling, and floor. God, it looked endless in here.

“Okay, so I’ll put on some basic makeup first and then you can take a picture of me in the middle of doing my eyeshadow,” you game planned out loud, shuffling your supplies around on the counter.

Bruce nodded and watched as you created your canvas for the night. You were dressed in the trousers, the old flannel you were wearing clashing horribly—the perfect Instagram post. You told Bruce you would give him a signal when you were ready. Cinnamon, ever the attention whore, decided to get in the frame. He was stretching up your leg, looking for pets when your hands weren’t free.

The click of the camera sound made you blink, but you continued to do your makeup until you finished. Your inspiration was Zendaya’s suit look at Vanity Fair. It was pretty good if you did say so yourself.

“How does the picture look?”

Bruce held his phone up for you to see. You looked good in the backdrop of this lavish bathroom.

“Hmm. Maybe I should get some black marble in my bathroom. You can go ahead and post that. Maggie said no captions necessary.”

Whoosh.

It was out on the internet now.

You finished up then, shucking on the blazer. Deciding to leave a couple of buttons on the shirt open made you feel super-hot. Bruce had been dressing behind a room divider and stepped out. You stood next to him in the mirror.

“Haha, we match! Too bad you have to wear a tie though.”

It was your time to hone your photography skills. Phone in hand, you called Cinnamon to Bruce, then stood back. Your baby stretched himself up Bruce’s leg, his paws reaching the top of the man’s thigh. You laughed and snapped a picture.

“Baby boy, you’re so thirsty for attention!”

Cinnamon galloped to you, butt wiggling out of control.

“Yes, you are! You just want everyone to pay attention to you. It’s all about me, isn’t it?”

Cinnamon stood on his hind legs, and you held his front paws in your hands and danced with him for a moment. You didn’t see Bruce angling his phone toward you again and taking a picture. That wouldn’t be something he’d share with you for a long time.

“Okay baby boy, we have to go,” you said to Cinnamon. Turning to Bruce, you continued. “I left some food with Alfred and a bowl too if he doesn’t mind feeding him.”

“He won’t. No one can resist the allure of Cinnamon,” Bruce said.

“Quite right, my good sir!”

You enjoyed galas; you did. The charities who put them on were always for great causes. But they were so time-consuming. The part you liked the most was the food and drinks, not necessarily the networking with industry big wigs.

“I heard about your last security guard. Poor guy. Whatever did he do to get himself fired?”

God, you wish people would stop asking you that. You gave a halfhearted answer about different paths to this politician and tried finding someone else to talk to. A hand clapped on your shoulder, and you were confronted with someone you remembered from your early acting days.

“So, you and Bruce Wayne! I must say I’m surprised. You two seem like total opposites,” said a nasally-sounding director from Hollywood. Martin Martin. Yes, that was his real name, and yes, his parents were actors. You wouldn’t be so terrible about names if you ever have kids. Martin was as sleazy as they came. Why he flew out here was unknown to you, but you smiled through gritted teeth.

You could feel the crowd around you leaning for a listen, and you felt a wave of deep anger. Of course, being an actor comes with this sort of invasiveness, but if you were in a real relationship with Bruce, you couldn’t imagine the kind of anger inside you with a statement like that. This guy talked to you like he knew both you and Bruce personally. Ugh.

“Well, everyone is multifaceted of course,” you replied, rolling the stem of your champagne flute between your fingers.

“I saw your Instagram posts. Very cute. Especially your little dog,” he said, tipping back the rest of his Old Fashioned.

“Thank you.”

You felt Bruce at your elbow and saw Martin startle. He wasn’t looking when Bruce somehow materialized.

“Hi, Bruce. How was the hors d'oeuvres table?”

“Mmmn,” was all he said, shooting a look at the director in front of you. Martin had the conscience to look guilty.

“Did you try the shrimp thing they had up there?”

Bruce finally looked at you now, and something in his eyes changed the energy of your interaction. It was, well, it was something that made your face hot. Bruce’s hand landed in the safe zone above your hip but before your ribcage.

“I looked at it and thought you might enjoy it more. Let’s go,” Bruce said, punctuating his statement with a gentle tug on your waist.

“It was so nice talking to you,” you said to the director, keeping the sarcasm out of your voice. Turning to Bruce, you leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. “Thanks for that save.”

“You looked miserable,” Bruce replied, feigning a kiss on your temple.

“Martin Martin is awful. He’s had so many allegations against him. I worked as an extra for him in my very first film and was lucky to be plain enough to fly under his radar. But like you’re one to talk! I see that look on your face when the mayor talks to you,” you said, smoothing the lapels of Bruce’s suit jacket.

At the mention of the mayor, Bruce cringed, and you held in your laugh.

“She just wants good things for the city. And the people,” you soothed.

“She’s just so… persistent.”

Now you do laugh, and it catches the attention of everyone around you. What could Bruce Wayne have said that was so funny? You suppose the crowd would never know.

“What do you think about Batman?”

After the shrimp poppers, Bruce swept you away for the night, and now you were sitting in the back of his car. The seat was smaller in the back, so your thighs were fully pressed against Bruce’s. It was warm, almost hot. You had a lollipop in your mouth, courtesy of Alfred, who asked you your favorite flavor a while back.

“Batman?”

“Mmm.”

Tapping the hard candy against your teeth gently, you thought. This seemed important to him. Why would he ask if it wasn’t crucial?

“I think… that Batman used to be as feared as the criminals in Gotham because he kept himself apart from the people. The crime lords are above the common people, and he seemed to hover above them menacingly. I don’t think he intended it to be that way, especially with what he’s doing for the city now, but we didn’t know that back then. Now, though, he’s doing as well as he can to clean the streets. Which I think is admirable. I certainly couldn’t do it.”

You punctuated your sentence by popping your lollipop back in your mouth. Bruce looked deep in thought. Alfred was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

“What about you?”

No response. You leaned in and touched the back of Bruce’s hand where it rested on his thigh. He startled and looked at you. His gaze was intense. You’d never seen him look quite like this. It was attractive.

Wait.

Oh.

“I also think he’s trying his best, and that he’s not quite reaching his full potential,” Bruce said bitterly.

You pat his hand and bring it to your chest, holding it there for a moment. Bruce keeps his eyes solely on you. On reflex, your eyes go to his mouth, and you know he’s looking at yours.

Mild despair comes over you when you feel the familiar turn onto your street. The moment is broken when Alfred stops the car. You had never felt upset at a person like this before. You weren’t even that mad! It wasn’t like Alfred was breaking up a tender couple moment between you. You weren’t a couple.

This was a job, and you needed to remember that.

It took a makeup wipe, face wash, and pajama switch until you thought of that moment again. And again, you were focusing on Bruce’s eyes and how they sparkled.

Augh!! What was this, middle school? God. No crushes. Especially work-related.

You lay in bed, Cinnamon curled up next to you. His little chin rested on your hip as you absentmindedly stroked behind his ears. This wasn’t good. You couldn’t lay awake thinking about Bruce Wayne. He probably didn’t even expect that you could be attracted to him. Which seemed impossible.

He was sweet, albeit a little tricky to get through to. Sensitive to the highest degree, considering the sad lot life had dealt his parents. He was a firm boundary setter and keeper. But he was so witty in text conversations with you. He was always willing to shoot back at your jokes with his incredibly dry humor. You were positive that wasn’t on purpose. It surprised you how quickly he had opened up, but he shrunk back to that same husk you sometimes saw on the news every time you met in person.

“Ugh, Jesus Christ,” you said aloud, startling Cinnamon. You cooed sympathetically at him, and he whined at you as if to say, ‘You disturbed me, bubby! How could you?’

“Sorry, buddy. Wanna go for a run?”

Cinnamon danced across your bed to jump to the floor at the mention of the word. Laughing, you dressed in your workout gear and grabbed your phone. It was three am. Checking your crime watch app, you saw it was looking okay for this time of night. You’d just jog around your block and the next a couple times.

The lightest smattering of rain gave a pleasant atmosphere to your jog. You didn’t have your headphones in. Just because you were stupid enough to go out into Gotham at night didn’t mean you’d sacrifice your hearing. You may be an idiot, but you’re not stupid. Cinnamon did his business as soon as you stepped out the door.

“Good pee,” you said.

Starting up a brisk pace, you were able to reach the corner quickly. Once you started, stopping was out of the question. The breathlessness in your chest made you cough and feel alive. The more you focused on your breath, the less you concentrated on Bruce.

Stopping to catch your breath, you leaned against a light post. Cinnamon sat comfortably on the ground, also panting but smiling. Checking the time, you saw it was 4:30 am.

“Good run, boy?”

You hear the shink of a switchblade from the alley in front of you. A chill rolls through your body. Three figures moved out of the shadows. Matching black hoodies made them indiscernible to your eye until they were too close for you to run away. Cinnamon growled but backed between your legs. The middle one, clearly the ringleader, jerked his chin at you, teeth gleaming yellow from the street light.

“The poster child of Gotham! What are you doing out here at this time, your royal highness?”

The sarcastic, grating voice from the center figure made anger shoot through you, but you knew keeping still would be better in this sort of situation. Keep small and stay still as much as you can.

“Think you’re so much better than everyone else because of your fancy apartment and freaky looking dog? Who do you think you are, bitch,” the same guy continued. What? Were his goons not allowed to speak?

They could insult you as much as they wanted, but you drew the line at hating your dog. You stepped forward, intending to defend yourself, when the thud of boots stopped everyone in their tracks. The rain picked up, creating a thick sheet between your small group and the new lone figure approaching you. With the distraction, Cinnamon jumped into your arms and shivered there.

“Dude, we should get out of here. That’s the Batman,” the figure on the left said. All of them were wearing ski masks.

“I don’t give a shit, man. We’re not leaving until we get money,” the middle one said.

“I don’t think so,” said the deep voice from the rain.

As fists began to fly, you ran away from the scuffle down the street. Your heart was beating out of your chest. Bad idea, coming out of your place at this time of night. You wouldn’t do something so stupid again.

Even as you feel your freedom, you stop and turn. Batman is engaged in combat with your would-be attackers. He’s winning, obviously. But something about how he came to your rescue makes you want to stay and watch out for him.

He takes down the guys quickly. When he turns to you, there’s a faint glimmer of recognition in the back of your mind. But of course, he’s familiar. He’s Batman.

“Can I walk you home?”

Holy deep voice. Batman sounded like he gargled gravel in the mornings.

“Oh, uh, sure.”

He steps towards you, and you begin walking down the street. You don’t try and run. That will only increase the velocity of the raindrops and get you wetter. That was a tidbit you got from a book a long time ago. Cinnamon, however, is desperately trying to cower into your arms. His short-haired coat is essentially nothing in this weather, and you should’ve put a sweater on him or something.

“We’ll be home soon, boy,” you said into the wet fur on top of his head.

Batman’s armored hands come into view and scoop your dog out of your arms. What the hell? That’s so fucking rude. You’re about to say something when he pulls his cape from behind him and wraps your dog in it. Cinnamon snuggles right in.

“Thank you.”

Batman hums, and it reminds you of Bruce. A couple of cars pass in the street, and you’re reminded that the workday is starting for most people. 5 am, says your phone.

“I’d advise you not to leave your place again, but I can tell you already won’t,” Batman speaks up.

“Absolutely not. God, I was just so caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t really… think,” you replied.

Silence. Your wet socks squelch in your tennis shoes.

“Can I confide in you for a minute? I just need a sounding board for everything that’s happening in my life right now.”

He hums again, and this sends you. You’re leaning against opposite walls of an alley between your building and the apartments next door. You tell Batman as much information as you can without giving away the ruse of the fake relationship with Bruce.

“So, we’re not technically a couple yet. But I really like him. And I don’t know if I should just turn this flirtationship into something real or just let it fizzle out.”

You look up to the sky, where the rain slows down. The back of your shirt sticks to the bricks behind you. Batman is standing ramrod straight with your dog wrapped in his cape.

“Anyway, thanks for listening. I’m going inside now and not coming out for a few days.”

You take Cinnamon back and look at him in your arms. He’s nearly asleep. Your dog is friendly but not this friendly. He takes a while to warm up to people despite seeming so eager. It’s peculiar. The proximity of you and Batman has your heart thumping in your chest. It reminds you of Bruce.

Batman’s armored hand comes up to brush against your jaw, and you startle. You just weren’t expecting him to touch you. He guides your face up, your eyes following. You make direct eye contact with Batman. His eyes are intense and surrounded by black paint.

His lips part. Slowly, gently, he leans in. He’s going slow enough that you can lean away if you want. Maybe this will help you get over your feelings? That’s terrible reasoning. His eyes are just barely open. That recognition flashes in your mind again, and you push it away.

Then, you’re kissing Batman.

It’s chaste, hesitant. Batman’s hold on your jaw is gentle. He is so, so careful with you. His mouth doesn’t open. You pull away first. Batman’s eyes open, and you finally place where you remember them from. Cold sweat drips down your spine, even colder than your rain-soaked workout clothes.

“Bruce,” you whisper, horror in your voice.

Batman is there, and then he takes out a fucking grappling hook and shoots himself into the sky, out of your sight. You stand there, stunned.

What?

What??

WHAT??

“Oh my god.”

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x you #batman x reader #battinson x reader #battinson fanfiction #the batman fanfic #the batman

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winterpower98 · 2 years

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Okok hear me out (i KNOW the fanfic anon will start immediately write when they see this)

But i do headcanon that when that old monkey died and wukong realized that he will die too, and everyone around him will, he grew sadness and panic (i mean, it's like with us, we know the sun will explode in like billions of years where we won't even be alive, but we still stress out about it. He did the same, he stressed out about dying when he was just a kid! He had a life going on!)

and when someone said that he could become immortal, he had to look for it.

But not immediately, because, how do you become immortal?

does heaven make you immortal? how can he reach Heaven?

So his first idea was to get to heaven, of course he did it alone because no one actually knew how.

so he kind of did a couple dangerous things to get there (aka: asking a demon to throw him directly into heaven, or he thought of the great idea "If i die I'll go to heaven and become immortal)

just wukong being insane like always.

So yeah, imagine your king still depressed from the death of one of his people, but he just roams around looking for "immortality"

then langur and horse stepped in and said "hey i know how to make you immortal"

Which wasn't telling him directly where wukong first master was, they probably told him like "you can found it in the west" or some shit.

(probably not even expecting him to actually go there, maybe it was just horse telling him as a joke)

Then the next thing you know you're king ACTUALLY went to the west and back and now he's immortal.

With powers.

Because his laser eyes and good physical strength like someone who works out daily wasn't enough.

I can feel Fanfiction Anon waiting behind a corner with their knife ready

Horse told him that only someone living in the west could make him immortal, thinking that would get the kid to chill out

They apparently forgot that they were talking to Wukong

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #jttw #journey to the west #winter answer #winterpower98

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onepieceblathers · 2 years

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My take on who the new Four Five Emperors of the Sea will be:

First off, Morgans already gave Luffy the 5th Emperor title, so I think that’s going to stick (it will go back to 4 when he becomes Pirate King). Maybe it will just be more “official” through the World Government or something. Luffy has been outed as Nika and that terrifies them. He’s going to get the bounty and title to reflect that, no question.

Luffy, Shanks, and Blackbeard make three Emperors, so who will the other two be?

We’ll start with Buggy the Clown. Yeah, you read that right. Does he have the raw power to be on top? No. In any realistic way should he be an Emperor? No. But that doesn’t matter.

It's completely on brand for Oda to make Buggy an Emperor because his entire thing is to be a mediocre pirate who constantly fails upward and hates it while simultaneously letting it boost his overinflated ego. There is nothing that would be too ridiculous for Oda to give him because he loves him, and like it or not, One Piece is a first and foremost a gag manga. If Buggy pulls Conqueror’s Haki out of his ass and shows up at Laugh Tale against his will with the Strawhats at the end, not only is it believable given precedent (his inexplicable Shichibukai title), but highly likely. I support this because I also am a sad Buggy simp.

This leaves us with one open spot, and I think Law should get it. This poor man has been a buttmonkey for the Strawhats for TEN YEARS REAL TIME so Oda owes him karmic debt.

For real though, he’s the brains behind the Ninja-Pirate-Mink-Samurai Alliance (yeah Kin'emon, we all saw you choke at the end there), and since he’s been (inadvertently) helping the Wano cast since Punk Hazard, and the Minks since Zou (his crew fought with them against Jack), and is Luffy’s first ally, he’s got powerful backing in anything he wants to do if he asks for it. Law is their friend (whether he likes it or not) and they will now die for him.

He also finally figured out how to PLAN AROUND THE GODDAMN STRAWHATS and make it WORK! When he’s not been given a handicap, the man is a fucking beast. He was a Shichibukai who told the WG to shove it. His devil fruit is supposedly the “ultimate” one. He could theoretically rip Im’s soul out and switch it with a mouse. He’s also got that damn D in his name. Let the government’s fear of this be shown directly and give him the Emperor title.

I will admit there is a real chance that he’ll be labeled as Luffy’s lackey for comedic effect, though. In that case, there will only be 4 emperors.

Who should defiantly NOT be given an Emperor title? Eustass Kidd. Look, I know the fandom loves Kidd, I don’t understand why, but they do, so he’s a top candidate because uwu 3 cAptAINs!1! or whatever... The problem is, he hasn’t done anything of note to deserve it.

Sure, he’s strong and murders civilians en-masse, but what has he accomplished since Sabody? Had his ass kicked by Shanks and lost an arm, got tricked by Apoo and Hawkins, got beat to shit by Kaido and tossed in prison, lost his crew, escaped prison because Luffy was there to give him a Strawhat-chaos-luck-boost, was immediately re-captured when he realized Killer was an indentured servant (who ate smile because of him and also almost died because he was dumb enough to try and fight a Strawhat), then tagged along with the Ninja-Pirate-Mink-Samurai Alliance that was running on Law’s plans and Luffy’s incidental revolution power, pretended to be relevant by facing Kaido but not really doing much, and then faced off with Big Mom next to Law. I’m sorry, but while tag-teaming Big Mom with Law does make him tough, it doesn’t make him a big player on the board, which is what I think an Emperor needs to be.

Kidd’s crew is in ruins, if either Luffy or Law asked the entire the Ninja-Pirate-Mink-Samurai Alliance would turn on him because he really isn’t part of it, and as evidenced by his reaction when being lumped in with them, he doesn’t want to be. He just doesn’t have the reputation or backing for the Emperor title. If Oda gives it to him it will only be because he’s ranked high in the popularity poles which just isn’t good enough, imo.

#one piece #one piece theory #monkey d. luffy #trafalgar law #Buggy The Clown #Eustass Kidd #this is pretty negative on Kidd so before anyone accuses me of it I would like to say that I do not hate him #I’m just indifferent to him as a character #His relationship with Killer is pretty adorable though

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