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okay but. imagine cowboy!reader is actually very educated. pro-LGBTQ, pro-choice, BLM, acab. very big speaker and doesn't take shit. BUT everyone thinks he isn't gonna educated and such until they're on a case dealing with like a trans kid and he's the first one to step up and comfort the kid and such. man im in the rabbit hole.

Allergies (Not Really)

No no no no no but the way I've started one where something of this theme happens (I don't want to give too much away aha)

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: transphobia, sad reader :( (i teared up a little ngl - it's not sad, he's just sad), guns, bullet wound, fighting, briefly mentions some murders to set the scene a bit, someone calls reader a redneck

Also I just want to say that the relationship between Mia and (Y/N) is completely platonic, maybe familial (a bit older brother-y or fatherly) not anything else. Just because I'm panicking because they spend a lot of time joking about and I wanna make that clear.

Taglist: @xweirdo101x @xdark-acadamiax

Your blood boils when you hear the case, an unsub has been targeting young families (parents and three kids all under the age of sixteen). The last family had a survivor, a twelve-year-old transgender girl named Mia, who was currently in the hospital being treated for a variety of injuries.

Your jaw clenches as you read the hospital report, whilst it wasn't too long (thankfully), you knew she would still have a lot to work through mentally.

"You alright over there, Eastwood?" Morgan asks.

"Just angers me, is all," You answer, not feeling the need to elaborate, feeling the source of your anger being fairly self-explanatory. You miss the concerned look Rossi and Hotch share.

A few hours later, the jet landed, once everyone was situated at the police station, you turned to the team.

"I'm gonna head to the hospital, make sure Mia's okay," You said.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Rossi’s the one that says it, but you can see everyone's thinking the same thing.

"Wha- Why wouldn't it be?... Oh I see," You say as the penny finally drops and it clicks, "Y'all think 'cause I'm from the South I'm against her bein' herself?" You sigh softly, rubbing the back of your neck, "Have I not proved myself yet?"

No one says anything for a moment, shocked by the hurt that flashes in your eyes, before they can, you pick your hat back up, settling it on your head, "I'm headin' to the hospital,” You mumble, leaving the room before anyone can say anything.

When you leave the room, you rub your eyes with the back of your hand. 'Not crying,' You try and convince yourself, 'allergies.' You trying to ignore the fact you know, 100%, that you don't have any allergies.

You get into one of the SUV's and begin making your way to the hospital, ignoring your phone as it lit up with various concerned messages.

The receptionist was a nice woman and was quick to show you to Mia's room (after staring at you hungrily for a few minutes). You gave a small knock before walking in.

"Are you here to tell me I'm too young to know myself as well?"

You furrow your eyebrows, "No, who told you that?"

"One of the nurses," She answers with a shrug.

"You know which one?"

"The guy with brown hair," She shrugs as she answers, "It's fine though, happens all the time."

"I personally don't think y'all are too young to realise who you are," You said with a shrug, "I think anyone who thinks that is trynna hide their bias by invalidatin' your identity."

Mia looks at you for a moment, "I like you." She states, "I thought you were going to be against it."

"I've been gettin' that a lot today, it would seem," You mumble before your head snaps to the door, relaxing when it's just JJ. "Anyway, I'm (Y/N), this is my colleague, Agent Jareau. Mia, you a'right if we ask you a few questions?"

"Sure,"

"Could you run us through what happened that night?"

"Mum and dad were cooking. We were all sitting at the table doing our homework, and someone knocked on the door." Mia began, "They asked me to open the door, and he grabbed me and put a gun to my head. He shot my dad, then-"

You gave her a small, encouraging smile, "You're doin' great,"

"Did you get a look at the person that did this?" JJ asked, when Mia nodded, she continued, "What did they look like?"

Your eyes widen in worry as the heart machine next to Mia picks up, as does her breathing. You pull yourself together and turn your attention to her, "Mia? Mia, hey," Your voice is soft as you kneel next to her, "You need to take some deep breaths for me sweetheart,"

"Can't-"

You nod at her, "Yes, yes you can," You encourage, "Deep breaths, in, one, two, three, four, five, and out. That was good, keep going,"

It takes a moment, but her breathing evens out and she appeared to be less anxious, "There we go," You grin, "Told ya,"

"Okay, Texas," Your jaw drops slightly, the joke catching you off guard.

"That's not fair, I can't even say anythin' back without bullin' a child,"

"Ha ha." She responds, you throw your hands up in the air, smiling when she laughs at you.

JJ rolls her eyes slightly at you with a small smile as the doctor walks in with a few nurses for a routine checkup. Your eyebrows furrow when you see a male nurse with brown hair. Your eyes flick to the name badge, 'Darren', assuming this is the same nurse, you make a mental note of his name.

"We'll be just outside, a'right?"

Her hand shoots out, clinging onto your sleeve, "No! Don't leave!" She looks at you slightly hesitantly, "Please?"

"Hey, hey, it's a'right, I'll stay here," You answer, eyes flicking down to her for a moment before turning to JJ.

"Hotch wants me to go with Morgan to the scene," JJ said, "You good here? I'll let him know,"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good here and thanks," You give a small smile.

When the doctor and nurses left, you turned to Mia, "That nurse you mentioned earlier? The brown-haired one? Was he in the room just now?"

Mia nodded, "Yeah,"

"Had a name badge on, name Darren?" Mia nodded once more. "Alright, I'll be back in a moment,"

"Where are you going?"

"I just want a quick word with this Darren fella," You shrug, seeing the look on Mia's face you roll your eyes slightly, "Don't you worry your little head about it, I'm not gonna hurt him or anythin'."

"Okay..." She said.

"Is that a'right?"

Mia shrugged, "Sure." You nodded before exiting the room.

Furrowing your eyes when you came face to face with Rossi, "Howdy, I'm just popping out for a few," You said.

Rossi nodded, walking into the room after you had left. "I'm Agent Rossi," He said, "I work with (Y/N),"

"The cowboy?"

"Yeah, the cowboy," Rossi huffs a small laugh as he sits in his seat. "Have the staff here been treating you okay?"

Mia shrugs, "Yeah," She answers, "There was one nurse but I think Texas has gone to sort him out or something. He might beat him up."

Rossi smiles slightly, "Texas?"

"Yeah, the cowboy," She said, "I think he's frustrated that everyone keeps assuming he's going to be against me being trans... I'd be frustrated too, I think," She added after a moment's thought.

You leave Mia, now feeling slightly better that Rossi will be there whilst you're gone. Spotting your target, you speed up.

"Excuse me! Nurse?" The man turns towards you, Darren. "I just wanted to have a word with you about Mia?"

You watch as Darren shifts uncomfortably. "Yes?"

"I just wanted to say that perhaps telling someone they're too young to understand 'emselves probably doesn't make 'em feel a whole lotta good about 'emselves."

Darren looks you up and down slightly as he takes a few steps towards you. "And what exactly do you know?" He scoffs, "I'm surprised a redneck such as yourself can read and write."

"That's some nice deflection there," You said sarcastically, trying not to let it show how much the stereotypes flung into your face hurt. "Just... don't be a dick. If you don't understand somethin', look it up. I'm sure you can read. So perhaps do your research before you project onto a twelve year old girl." With that, you give a forced smile before turning on your heels and head back to Mia's room.

"Welp, that outta have done it," You give a lopsided grin, "A'right Rossi?"

"I'm fine Kid, you okay?"

"Yes sir," You answered, "I might grab myself a drink, y'all want anything?"

Mia laughs, "Y'all?"

"Rossi, Imma need your assistance, I'm getting bullied by a twelve year old,"

"Sorry, Kiddo, can't help you there." He chuckled, "I will ask that you grab me a coffee though."

"Coming right up!"

Hours later, she's sat up on the bed whilst you're sat on a chair (a rather uncomfortable one) next to the bed, Rossi having left an hour ago, both of your gazes focused on a small, empty glass bottle that stood on the overbed tables. Each armed with a small piece of string as a makeshift lasso.

"You're not a very good cowboy, are you?" Mia observes as you miss once more.

"Hey, I haven't done this in a while,"

"How longs a while? Never?" She asked, throwing the lasso perfectly once more.

"I'll have you know its been, okay so it's been like ten years, a'right? You were two last time I had to lasso something,"

"Wow, you're old."

"I had no idea twelve year olds were so mean, you're about to make a grown man cry,"

Mia gave a laugh, you quickly joining in. You flung the lasso half-heartedly, eyes widening as it hit its target perfectly. "Yeehaw!"

"Yeehaw? Seriously? You're so lame." You jaw dropped once more. You both jumped as gunshots echoed throughout the hospital, you sat up straight, immediately turning to Mia.

"Mia, I need you to take this," You handed your phone over to her, "The pass code is 1999, okay? You need to phone Hotch. Lock the door behind me, go into the bathroom and lock that door too, okay?"

Mia looked up at you with wide, scared eyes, "Are you gonna be okay?"

"I'm gonna be absolutely fine, a'right?" When she nodded, you gave her a smile, "Don't open this door until I tell you to, or Hotch phones and says to okay?"

You shut the door, not moving until you heard it lock in place. When you heard the soft click, you nodded to yourself as you began to make your way towards sound.

Seeing a nurse, you jogged up to her, "Ma'am, try and get everyone into their rooms, tell them not to come out, okay?" The nurse nods and runs off. You continue cautiously towards the sound of gunshots, revolver clutched in your hands.

When you find him, he's holding a person close to his chest, what with that and the people running past you, you don't have a clear shot. You meeting eyes with the wide yes of the hostage against his chest, you look at her, giving a small nod as you inch closer.

When the moment's right, she ducks her head, pulls her elbow back, before slamming it into the guy's ribs. As he curls over, she wiggles out of her grasp, joining the others in fleeing. With a sigh, you brace yourself before charging at the man, tackling him to the floor.

It takes a moment for the unsub to recover, in that time you've delivered a few blows to his face, both of your guns falling during the tackle. He's quick to flip you over, he aims for the torso first, delivering a handful of well-aimed punches. Next, he takes a fist of your hair, slamming your head into the floor. Once, twice, three times before you get the momentum needed to push him off you.

You staggered up, paying no mind to the pain in your head throbbing in beat with your pulse, the blood on the side of you head that's slowly dripping into your eye, or the ache that's spread through your abdomen. You had to either distract this guy until the team got here or knock him out. Either way, you weren't about to let yourself pass out and let this bastard hurt Mia.

As you're breathing deeply through the pain, the unsub has stood, he (however) is not as chivalrous, so he takes the moment make his way over to you. He grabs your shoulders as he pulls his knee to your groin, pushing you to the floor as you double over in pain. Happy with having the advantage, he continues to aim cheap blows to your sides.

Despite this, you stumble up once more, you keeping your left arm wrapped close to your ribs on your right. They were definitely bruised as a minimum. You duck the punch sent your way, wincing slightly as it pulls on your arm and ribs. Both of your eyes lock on the gun at the same time as the pair of you dive for it. He reaches it first, gripping it tightly in his hands as you immediately go for it, to loosen his grip, anything you can think of.

There's a bang and you grunt as a bullet enters the top of your left arm, adding insult to injury. Okay, so disarming him didn't really work.

"FBI!" You sigh in relief as the unsub is pulled away from you, letting your head fall against the cold floor with your eyes closed - trying to get a grip on the pain. You listen as they cuff the bastard before dragging him out of the hospital. You let your eyes flutter open as you begin to push yourself off of the floor.

"I'm fine," You mumbled, shrugging Hotch's hands off you, "I'm fine, check on Mia."

"Morgan, stay with (Y/N)."

When Hotch is gone, you turn to Morgan, "I'm fine, go help Hotch."

"Sorry, got my order," Morgan said with a shrug. You don't answer, as much as you don't want to admit it, the pain was really starting you affect your headspace. You felt like you couldn't think. "Come on, let's get you checked out."

You shook your head, "No, I need to check on Mia first," You mumbled, giving a low groan as you pushed yourself up.

"Alright, lead the way," Morgan said. You don't answer, simply forcing one foot in front of the other until you're back at Mia's room.

"Is he okay?!" You hear Mia's question through the door.

"He's okay," You hear Hotch reassuring her.

"Then where is he?! He said he'd be here as soon as he could!" Mia's panic causes your eyebrows to furrow, "Oh god, he's dead, isn't he?"

You push the door open, trying to look as put together as possible for Mia, not wanting her to panic. "I'm very much alive, thank you very much," You say.

"I thought he killed you!" She exclaims, rushing towards you. You groan when Mia flings her arms around you, burying her head in your chest and she immediately steps back, seeing the blood her eyes widen. "Holy shit he shot you?!"

"Hey, language,"

"Sorry Texas," She grins, and you roll your eyes.

"Texas?" Morgan grins, "Oh, that is so sticking around,"

You groan slightly, "Seriously?"

"Seriously."

You turn to Mia, "Thanks kid," You say sarcastically.

"No problem, old man." Your jaw drops once more.

"I don't know if my ego can take all these insults,"

"I don't know what y'all are talkin' about I would never do such a thing to y'all," She says, trying her best to do an impersonation, giggling slightly at the look of disbelief on your face.

"That- Now that was just a bridge too far-" You barely get the sentence out before you're huffing a laugh (and then wincing because of said laugh).

"Alright, come on, Texas," Derek smirks, placing a hand on your shoulder, "Let's go get you checked out."

You weren’t too injured (thankfully), minus the bullet wound, it was mostly just bruises. Eventually, you were all stitched up and laid in a hospital bed - which you hated, but Hotch had glared at you when you went to protest.

A soft knock echoed through the door before it opened, a blonde woman poking her head round. You frowned slightly, not recognising her.

"Hi, I'm Mia's aunt," The woman says and you straighten up (ignoring the discomfort).

"Ma'am," You said with a nod.

"I just wanted to say thank you,"

"What for?" You furrowed your eyebrows as she raised hers, motioning to your current state. "Ma'am I was just doing my job."

"Well, either way, thank you."

You give a small smile, "No worries, Ma'am."

“I’m going to be her guardian now that-” Mia’s aunt paused, taking a deep breath to compose herself before she continued, “After everything and I really appreciate what you did for her.”

You give her a small smile, “Of course, Ma’am.”

She gives you one last smile as she leaves the room, “Oh, agent?” You look at her, “Is it alright if I bring Mia in? We’re about to head off and she wanted to say goodbye.”

You nod, “Yeah, yeah, of course,”

When the door closes, you push yourself the best you can, the door opens a few minutes later and Mia walks in.

“How y’all healin’?”

“First, I wouldn’t say y’all if it’s just one person,” You said, rolling your eyes, “Second, I’m doin’ a’right,”

“You missed like seven letters in that sentence,” She laughs, you huff a small laugh, forcing a wince down.

“It’s an art form,” You reply. "Your aunt seems nice,"

“She is, I’m going to live with her,” Mia says, smiling, “She lives in California. I can’t wait, apparently my uncle’s been getting a room ready for me,”

“That’s great,” You smiled. "How are you feeling in yourself?"

"I'm okay," Mia said with a shrug, "I know it's going to be a while until I'm back to one hundred percent, but I'm willing to put in the work."

"Smart kid," You said, "You'll be okay."

"Oh, Aunty Meg you should have been there earlier! Texas was all like 'how are y'all doin'?' And he made lassos but he was absolutely useless with one and the last time he used one was when I was two and…"

Mia's voice faded as you looked at the hat on the table for a moment, lightly taking it in your own hands, brushing over the material lightly with the pad of your thumb. It was one of your favourite hats. You looked up, seeing the grin on Mia's face as she did her best cowboy impressions, you smiled. "Hey, I think you'll find, every southerner - impersonator or not - needs their very own hat," You said, reaching over to place it on her head. "Perfect, a true southerner!"

"Well I'll be damned!" Mia exclaimed, tilting the hat slightly.

"Come on, we need to make a move," Mia's aunt said. "I think Uncle Jack's getting restless waiting for us,"

Mia nodded, reaching up and taking the hat off before handing it over to you. You shook your head.

"Nah, you keep it kiddo, I've got hundreds." You give her a smile.

Mia walked forward, clinging onto you as she buried her head in your chest, you ignored the dull ache that flared up in your chest as you hugged her back, "I'm gonna miss you."

"I'll miss you too, kiddo," You say, lifting one hand to wipe at your eyes.

"Are you crying?" Mia asked softly.

"No." You answered, "I've got allergies."

You wait for Mia to let go before you do, you gave her a small smile, "See you later, a'right?" She nodded, quickly wiping her eyes.

"See you later Texas,"

The door shut quietly behind the two of them and you were enveloped once more in silence.

Whilst everyone was wrapping up the case, you were sitting in a hospital bed, bored out of your skull. With a sigh, you pushed yourself up, sneaking past the nurses and doctors as you made your way outside, wanting some fresh air.

You sat yourself down opposite the hospital in the grass, letting yourself pluck a blade of grass from the ground, running it through your fingers as you lost yourself in your thoughts.

You kept your eyes trained on the grass as Hotch sat down next to you. The pair of you sitting in silence for a moment. “Are you alright?”

“‘M fine, sir,” The answer rolls off your tongue. “Nothing to worry about,”

“If you want to get something off your chest, you can always talk to me,”

“I know, Hotch,” You said, “I just… struggle with the whole talkin’ about how you’re feelin’,”

Hotch nods in understanding, for someone who doesn’t talk about it, you sure do end up giving a lot away. You both sit in silence.

"I know people think I'm stupid," You mumble, staring intently at the blade of grass between your fingers as you spoke, "I know I have that Southern drawl," You exaggerate your accent slightly before continuing, "That I don't exactly talk like y'all. I know some just see me as some redneck, but I can hold my own. I ain't stupid. And I certainly ain't no bigot."

"I know, we all know that." Hotch replies.

"But you didn't." You pointed out before sighing, "Whatever, it doesn't matter..."

"We were concerned because there was no way could have known."

"You could've just trusted me," You said, “I have, in no way, given any of y’all a reason to believe that I am against anyone in that community. And I get it, I do, it just… stings, is all.”

Hotch doesn’t speak, unsure of what to actually say. Because he did jump to conclusions, they all did.

"I think if she didn't have any family I would have adopted her, or at least tried to, anway," Your eyebrows are furrowed, gaze deepening at the blade of grass as you tore it apart in your hands. "But, hey, she's happy, that's the main thing and her aunt seems like a lovely woman."

With that, you push yourself off of the grass, ignoring the ache that shoots through your body. Leaving Hotch sat on the curb with a frown as you limped back into the hospital for one final check-up before your flight.

You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, “Fuckin’ allergies.”

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bluetintcore · 2 years

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nsfw alphabet ᥫ᭡ patrick bateman.

synopsis ˒ in which i walk you through the ropes of sex with our favorite psychopath!

pairings ˒ patrick bateman x fem!reader.

warnings ˒ SMUT; pure filth; mentions of murder; mentions of knife and blood play; mentions of bondage; mentions of cheating; mentions of an axe; i think that may be it!

word count ˒ 1,4k

note from me ˒ thats my leg btw ;) creds to gif owner!

a = aftercare (what he’s like after sex)

first of all, he’s smart and he knows what women want. he knows that they want to be loved and treated after sex, so he’d do just that to keep you whipped. he’d run you a nice bath and he’d even join you if you wanted. he’d wash your hair and body and he’d press loving kisses to your neck while doing so. he’d even carry you back to bed.

b = body part (his favorite body part of his and yours)

patrick is a little overly cocky, he knows he’s attractive. so if we’re being honest he really doesn’t feel he has any flaws, but if he had to choose his favorite body part would probably be his arms. he loves how defined his muscles look, he often finds himself flexing into any mirror he comes in contact with. he’s obsessed with himself.

on you, it’d have to be your thighs. he’s a big thigh guys. he loves how smooth they are and how your muscles flex when you walk; never fails to make him yearn for you. while fucking you, his go to to grab would be your thighs so support him. your thighs are his main hype man ngl.

c = cum (anything to do with cum)

he really likes to cum inside you. he just thinks it’s so warm and comforting. but he’ll honestly cum anywhere you want him to. your face, your belly, thighs, etc. but his all time favorite is inside.

d = dirty secret (a dirty secret of his)

he has 1000% fantasized about murdering you mid sex. like he’d be fucking you and then out of nowhere he’d pull out an axe and go all psycho on you. of course, that’s a secret for a reason. you’d never know that.

e = experienced (how experienced is he? does he know what he’s doing?)

oh abso-fucking-lutely. this man is a total fucking womanizer. he knows exactly how to charm and hit all the right spots because he’s hit them many times before on other women.

f = favorite position (goes without saying)

surprisingly, he really enjoys missionary. he likes to look into your eyes so he knows he’s making you feel good; it’s something of a confidence booster for him. but he also really likes giving you back shots. however, he’d be open to trying any position.

g = goofy (is he more serious in the moment? humorous? etc.)

he’s serious. you would never catch this man cracking a joke during intimate times. in fact, if you even cracked a joke he’d probably look at you like you just said the most terrible thing. he doesn’t think sex should equal humor, and he prefers to be serious. and he would like it if you were serious too.

h = hair (how well groomed is he? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i think even before he met you he’d be big on being completely shaved down there. having a ton of hair makes him feel dirty (not that it is). so 99.9% of the time he would keep himself completely smooth.

i = intimacy (how is he during the moment? is he romantic?)

he can be, if he really loved you. most of the time he prefers to keep his mouth shut BUT if you’re lucky he may call you beautiful and tell you how amazing you feel. but that’s on a good day.

j = jerk off (masturbation headcanon)

you know, i don’t see him being the biggest masturbator. if he was horny, he’d come to you. if you didn’t want sex, he’d find someone who did; it’s as simple as that. but don’t be sad, at least you were his first option!

k = kink (one or more of his kinks)

obviously bondage. he’d love having you tied up and helpless as he had his way with you. he’s also into knife play and blood, ironically. as said before, if you weren’t comfortable with this he wouldn’t force you; because he’d find someone else who would.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

he’d be okay with anywhere in his apartment. his bed, his couch, as long as he’s comfortable he doesn’t really care. to be completely honest, i don’t even think he’d have sex anywhere other than his apartment. anytime the two of you go out it’s always “let’s go back to MY apartment”. guess he just feels more comfortable there.

m = motivation (what turns him on?)

you getting hit on by other men. obviously you can’t help that and he knows it, but it’s the feeling of one upping those men that want you. after all, he’s the one fucking you every night; not them. so anytime you two are out and about if you get hit on he immediately wants sex.

n = no (something he wouldn’t do)

be submissive. during sex he is ALWAYS the dominant one. i feel like being submissive would absolutely obliterate his ego and that would seriously fuck with his head. so, if you’re a switch sorry about your luck because you’re a soon to be permanent sub.

o = oral (preference on giving or receiving, skill, etc)

he prefers receiving but he would never dismiss going down on you. he’s amazing at it, too. however when going down on you he’d never let you finish, he’d have you so close but right before you cum he’d stop and say, “i still have to fuck you.”

p = pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

never in a million years would patrick bateman have slow and sensual sex. he doesn’t like sex if it isn’t his way and that’s rough and fast. MAYBE on your anniversary he’d be soft and sweet but probably not even then.

your relationship with patrick revolves around him let’s be real.

q = quickie (his opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

they’re not his favorite. but since he doesn’t go outside of his apartment for sex, he’d never really have to worry about them.

r = risk (is he okay with experimenting? does he take risks?)

as long as it doesn’t completely beat up his ego, he’ll do it for you. it’s the least he can do. surprisingly, as much as he may fantasize about hurting you, he never actually would. he might try spanking, but that’s as far as he’d take it.

s = stamina (how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?)

he can go about 5-6 rounds throughout the night, 3-5 on a bad day. he usually lasts about 25-30 minutes.

t = toys (does he own toys? how much does he use them? on you or him?)

i don’t really think he’d be a big toy guy, honestly. he’s all about you and him intimacy, not a toy. probably laugh in your face if you brought it up to him. he may use a vibrator on you, but that’d be it.

u = unfair (how much does he like to tease?)

he does tease you, but not for a very long time. he’ll tease you for the first few minutes of being intimate and then he’ll stop and just fuck you. mostly because i think he gets extremely needy too.

v = volume (how loud is he? what kind of noises does he make, etc.)

not a moaner at all. he’s too focused on what he’s doing to put effort into making noises. when he’d cum he’d let out a groan, but other than that he’s mostly silent other then loud pants.

w = wild card (random headcanon)

while he may not be the most vocal person during sex, he loves hearing you talk dirty to him. like tell him how good he feels and how nobody else could ever fuck you this good and he’d be absolutely over the moon. it always got him in a good mood and going.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he’s BIG. he’s about 6 inches while he’s soft but 8 when he’s fully hard. it’s pretty thick too, and a long vein runs under the bottom and comes up just on the top of his shaft running over his tip. it’s pretty perfect ngl

y = yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

excruciatingly high. you’re always in constant pain because this man never gives you a break (with your consent ofc). he has to have sex with you at least once a day or he has a hard time functioning. so dramatic patty

z = zzz (how quickly does he fall asleep afterwards?)

he always waits until you fall asleep until he decides to go to bed. it’s kinda creepy, but you never asked about it. so after you go to bed, he’d follow right after you.

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imtryingbuck · 8 months

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Birthday Non-Celebration

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Summary: reader doesn’t celebrate her birthday and Steve and the team makes it special for her

Word count: 1146

Warnings: swearing, mention of adoption - is that a warning? It is now. Steve being the cutest.

A/N: So it was my birthday yesterday and ngl it was pretty crappy so I wrote this to cheer my self up. I truly apologise in advance that it is rushed and shit. But have fun reading anyways🤍

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Growing up, birthdays were Y/N's favourite day, especially if it was hers. The presents, the balloons, and the attention that was aimed at her somewhere down the line, she grew to dislike them.

Though she disliked hers, she loved celebrating others. Stressing herself out about presents—worrying if she had gotten enough for the person—worrying over whether the birthday person was going to like said presents.

Even with the stress and her bank account nearing empty, she loved seeing her friends reactions to her very poorly wrapped presents, and seeing their reactions to the presents made her happy.

~~~

Every year, without fail, she managed to get out of giving her birth date. The team would ask, but she would just tell them that it had already been and gone. And every year without fail, she would feel a tinge of sadness when they looked disappointed—not with her but with themselves, and that’s why it made her sad.

Y/N was working tirelessly to get the perfect present for Steve. She told herself that the presents needed to be absolutely perfect for him, as this was the first birthday of his they were celebrating as a couple.

“I-I doll this." Steve's eyes hadn’t moved away from the main gift she had gotten him.

“Do you like it? I can take it bac-" The nerves had gotten the better of her so much that she was rushing her words before he cut her off.

“No. No way are you taking this back! I’ll fight you if you try to take it away from me! Baby, I love it." Jumping in front of the gift to protect it from being taken away, Steve couldn’t believe that she even thought he wouldn’t like it, and hearing how upset she sounded broke his heart.

The gift was a drawing table with a side station, draws, shelves, and stationary holders. She had even brought him more papers, pencils, paint, and a few new brushes. He couldn’t believe his eyes when she gave him the okay to finally look; he honestly wasn’t expecting it but loved it as soon as his eyes laid on it.

“It’s even got a chair—look." Her tone was much happier now that she knew he loved it.

“I love you, Y/N. Thank you so much for this.”

~~~

Steve made it his personal mission to find out his girl's birthday; in the 5 years he’s known her, he hasn’t had the opportunity to spoil her. They’ve been dating now for 2 years, and yet he still hasn’t been able to make her day special the same way she’s made his.

“I’ve got it”. Nat breezed up to him when he was standing in the kitchen.

“How?”

“I can’t give my secrets away, Stevo”.

“Don’t call me that”. She had to shout as she all but ran out of the room.

Finally seeing the date of his girlfriend's birthday, he smiled. I smiled at the sight of the date, as it was only 2 weeks away.

~~~

Like a creep, he pulled all the members of the team—minus Y/N—into a storage room.

"Umm, Stevie, why are we all in this tiny ass room?"

“Give me a second, Buck.”

“It is a tad cramped. I’m practically holding a tin man’s hand.” Sam spoke up next to Bucky.

“There’s nothing practically about it. You are”.

“You two just need to kiss for everyone’s sake,” Wanda snickered.

Before Bucky could even get his snarky comment out, which was no doubt on the tip of his tongue, Steve interrupted, “Shut up, a lot of you. Now, Nat managed to get Y/N's date of birth, and it’s in 2 weeks. So we have 2 weeks to get this perfect!”

30 minutes later, they all had their parts in making her birthday special. Despite the plans being in motion, Steve was still wondering why she didn’t celebrate them. So off he went to find her.

Finding her in their shared bedroom, reading the book that had her hooked for the past few days, he leans against the doorway, admiring her until-

“Jesus Christ, Steve! I nearly had a heart attack!"

“I'm sorry, baby," he said, chuckling as he moved closer towards her. "Sooo, what are you doing?”

“Doing cartwheels, obviously.”

“If being an Avenger doesn’t work out for you, you should go into comedy.”

“Would you still love me?”

“Of course, my love”. Leaning over to place his lips gently on hers, he shares a short kiss. “I was wondering something about you.”

"Oh, do tell.”

“Why don’t you celebrate your birthday?”

Watching her shrink into herself, he felt bad for asking, “I just don't.”

“But why, baby? There’s got to be a reason.”

“I don’t know, really. Okay well I do so you can’t put that eyebrow down, mister. It’s a stupid reason, really. My parents put me up for adoption on my 10th birthday, and the home I went to didn’t care for birthdays. I would wish myself a happy birthday for a few years, but then just gave up” Moving further up the bed “My birthday became meaningless, so therefore I don’t celebrate it”.

"Ba-baby, I had no idea. I’m so sorry”.

“No need to apologise, babe. Honestly, it’s fine”.

“Why did you never tell me?”

“Because it doesn’t matter, Stevie. It’s been a long time since I was at that home, so” She shrugged it off.

Shortly after, Y/N fell asleep, with Steve combing his fingers through her soft hair.

~~~

It was the day of her birthday, and she was completely oblivious to what was occurring around her. Walking into the common room, she stopped dead in her tracks.

Eyes were bouncing all around the room at the sight in front of her. Close to a hundred balloons floating around, ‘happy birthday’ banners hanging up neatly, a whole range of different-coloured flowers all around the room, and presents? Presents piled up high on the tables. Her boyfriend and friends were standing there with huge smiles on their beautiful faces.

“W-w… What is all this?”

“It’s your birthday, baby," Steve says, moving closer to her. “For the past 5 years, you have made our birthdays special, making each and every one of us feel loved," he said, taking her hands into his warm ones, “and we’re now finally able to celebrate the day you came into this world.”

Gently pulling her further into the room, “There’s one present for every year you didn’t get one, and these ones,” pointing over to a different pile, “are for your birthday today.”

The tears poured out of her eyes. Unable to speak, she gripped on to Steve and pulled him into a bone-crushing hug. After releasing him, she moved onto the others.

“Thank you guys; you honestly didn’t need to do this, but I’m very grateful. Thank you so much.”

“You don’t have to thank us, sweetheart; now open these presents!"

~ banner credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

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daisygirlwrites · 1 year

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Car Rides

Summary: An old memory of Simon’s resurfaces during a car ride to Crash’s house.

Warnings: none

Pairing(s): Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 1,025

Note: No uses of (Y/N), some angst but it’s barely there.

a/n: hello hello! back with another fic :) ngl this one made me kind of sad but still enjoyable to write. I have a set of headcanons that I wrote along with this fic but i decided that I’ll put it into the next post instead :0c !! anyways, i hope y’all like it and would love to hear feedback!

“Keys.” He demanded.

Quickly, you pull your hand back, the other coming up to shield it. The man in front of you narrows his eyes but puts his hands back into his hoodie pocket. You open your hand, revealing a set of keys, along with a lego Darth Vader keychain. Flipping over the key fob, your black Jeep Wrangler makes the distinct sound of itself unlocking. “After you, LT.”

He opens the back passenger seat to set down his duffle bag before moving to the front. While he does that, you get yourself onto the driver's seat and start the vehicle. You check your surroundings before backing out of the parking spot and after a series of turns, you two are on the road, exiting the airport.

“Apologies about earlier, Simon,” you say, after a couple minutes of silence. “I know you want to drive but love this car way too much. Don’t want to crash it, ya know.” He glares at you as you let out an airy chuckle.

“And what do you mean by that, Sergeant?”

“Remember Las Almas? How you slammed on the breaks so fuckin’ hard that I almost went through the window, for the second time? Or that time in Moscow, where you proceeded to hit every curb you saw and we got pulled over?” You glance at him. He stares back at you, offended. And even with a facemask, it’s evident that he’s scowling at you.

Looking back at the road, you lightly elbow his arm. “Don’t worry, LT. You’re great at a lot of things.” You pause, weighing out the option of whether or not to push his buttons more before saying, “Just not driving. Or piloting. Like last month, with the helico-”

“That’ll do!” Simon raises his voice.

Palms on the steering wheel, you open your hands as a signal of surrender. “I’m just jesting, Simon.” You give him a half-hearted smile. He sinks down into his seat, with his arms crossed.

45 minutes passed and the only sound you hear are the cars on the road. Simon looks out of the window, taking sight of the buildings rushing by. In the distance, he can see the large mountain range.

The whole team was given a month of leave after the last mission went up in flames. Literally, burning helicopters and all. While the guys usually went back to the UK, you had invited them to your mountain home in Colorado. Ghost initially declined but after you and Soap begged on your knees, he reluctantly agreed. And now he regrets it after you made fun of his driving skills. But at least it was just you and not the rest of the team. Actually, he’s grateful that they’re flying in tomorrow. Didn’t want to handle three idiots in a car.

“I got a CD folder in the glove box,” You break the silence. “It’s your pick too. Long drives are better with music.”

Simon gives you a nod and begins flipping through the case. He recognizes most of the albums, and taking a closer look, some of the art on them are flaking off.

“Never thought you’d still have CDs this old,” he comments.

“Half of them are my grandpa’s. I’m just adding on to it.”

He hums in response. Spotting a maroon colored disk, he rotates it, reading ‘Queen: Greatest Hits’. Carefully pulling it out of its pocket, he hands it to you. Left hand on the wheel, you stick your finger in the middle and glance at it. Nodding, you slide it into the car player.

“Good choice.”

“Brits have good music.”

“I agree with that.”

Flicking your eyes down to the display screen, you skip the first eight tracks. Without looking, you can tell that Simon is giving you a disapproving look. “We’ll come back to it, promise. Just want to listen to this first.”

He turns his eyes back on the road before him, the first couple notes of ‘You’re My Best Friend’ playing out. They’re in the mountains now, the roads becoming more twisty. Slowly down a bit on the turns, you let the windows down a couple inches. He hears you quietly sing along with the song. Rolling his eyes, Simon leans back on his seat again. Again, looking out the window, enjoying the greenery. It reminds him of the long drives to his aunt's house. Green blurs of evergreen trees passing by. Turning his head to look at you, his heart picks up the pace.

He doesn’t see you. Instead, it was a woman in her early thirties. The driver window slightly opened, leaving her light brown hair flying behind her ears. Hands tapping on the steering wheel on beat with the music. Hazel eyes meeting his. There were bags under them, dark circles hidden by makeup. She smiles at him, little wrinkles appearing on the corner of her eyes, along with two dimples, one of each side of her smile. Just like his. Opening her mouth, she sings along with the song,

“Ooh, you make me live Whenever this world is cruel to me I got you to help me forgive Ooh, you make me live now, honey Ooh, you make me live.”

His mom stops singing. “Simon!” she calls out. “Come on, love. Sing with your ma!”

He’s too stunned to say anything, he just stares at her. “Simon?” Her smile drops, eyebrows furrowed with worry.

“Simon?” Her voice sounds muffled.

“Simon?!” It’s like echoes now.

“Lieutenant Riley?!” That one snapped him out.

Heart beating like a drum, he opens his eyes, staring at the bottom of his hoodie before looking back up. It’s just you, Crash, his sergeant. Not his mother. But the worried look you give him is identical to hers.

You give him an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry to wake you up LT.” His eyebrows go up with confusion, he didn’t know he was even sleeping. “We’re here.”

Simon steps out of the jeep, closing the door behind him. Taking a look of his surroundings, he glances up at the towering evergreen trees, just like the ones in his childhood. Just like the ones at home.

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nahoney22 · 1 year

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Prompt List Celebration 3000 Followers

Hunter X F!Reader

word count: 1.3k

NSFW

Prompts:

• “we’re not good for each other.” “Why not?”

• “do you like that?”

• “your heart is beating so fast right now.”

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Enemies to lovers but not in great detail ngl, slight angst, secret mutual pining, swearing, fingering, kissing.

Authors note: thank you both for the kind words. Hope you’re okay with me combining requests 💜 enjoy.

Sometimes, times on the Marauder overwhelmed you to the point that you needed to sit back and have a late night call with a friend.

Being shacked up on a ship with a bunch of handsome Clones seemed like a dream but when you have a bitterness towards a certain one, it is very hit and miss.

The Sergeant would often make your blood boil with his rules and constant berating of everything you seem to do. You couldn’t even put a word in edgeways without him shaking his head at you. But, there was just something about him that made your heart flutter. You had seen how strong and brave he was which was rather admirable and when he wasn’t being a total jerk to you, he was quite nice. He just always seemed conflicted when it came to talking to you and you didn’t quite understand why.

“Sounds to me that he likes you.” Your friend teased in sing-song voice, making you frowns

“Ha-ha, very funny.” You reply, twirling around on the pilots seat as everyone else had retired for the night.

“No I mean it!“ Your friend protested. “He sounds protective of you or even for you.” You had reiterated everything Hunter had done up to now and the more you sat back and actually took everything you said into consideration… no, surely it’s just wishful thinking?

You chew on the inside of your lip but freeze upon hearing something creek from outside the cockpit. You spin around, looking but see nobody. “You gonna answer me or not?”

“Sorry, what did you say?” You sigh, looking back round towards the amazing sights of hyperspace.

“I said, is he the handsome one with long hair.”

Rolling your eyes, you just couldn’t help the smile on your face and although they couldn’t see you, you nod. “Yeah.” You mumble.

They begin to tell you that you should make a move and you couldn’t help the incredulous laugh that escaped your mouth. You were pretty sure he was not fond of you so how could you possibly ‘make a move’?

“Just because he’s irritatingly sexy doesn’t mean I like him. Were you not listening to me when I said he is controlling-.”

“Protective.”

“Same thing.” You throw your hands up in the air in defeat, sighing as the strange longing feeling you had for Hunter was slipping away. It was also so confusing. How could you like someone you were pretty sure you hated and had hated you back. It made you quite sad, really.

“We’re not good for each other.”

“Why not?”

A shriek parts your lips as you stand abruptly and turn to face the very man who had been plaguing your mind and also the very topic of conversation. You slammed down on the control panel to stop the transmission, not wanting your friend to hear any of this as your mind whirls of things to say.

“W-what are you doing up? Were you eavesdropping?” You both question and accuse at the same time, feeling your pulse race as Hunter leans across the doorframe of the cockpit.

“You were talking rather loudly,” he states, picking at the fingertips of his gloves until he smoothly slid them off to reveal his bare hands, “well to me anyway. The others don’t quite have my hearing, do they?”

Saliva pools in your throat as just the subtle notion of him taking his gloves off sends a pang to your core. “How much did you hear?”

He gives a short chuckle. “How much did you want me to hear?”

You bite your tongue, his somewhat cockiness rubbing you up both the right and wrong way. “Ideally none of it.” You growl through gritted teeth but as he pushes himself away from the doorway and crosses into the cockpit, your knees almost buckle.

“But you’ve piqued my interest… why wouldn’t we be good for each other?” His voice is gentle this time, a genuine wonder on his features.

“What the Kriff do you think? You don’t even like me.” You protest with a huff. Seriously? How dare he question you about this. Was it not obvious that he was always breathing down your neck by this, that and everything?

Hunter holds his breath for a moment, watching as you turn away from him with a shake of your head. “That’s… that’s not true.”

You scoff and as you turn to face him, you hold the gasp in your throat to see that he had silently crossed the threshold. He’s only inches away from you to the point you had to lean back on the console to stop you from falling over. “O-of course it is! You’re always telling me what to do, always disagreeing with me.”

“Maybe you should listen to your friend more.” His words cut you off, breath warm and fanning over your pretty features.

“Oh?” You gulp, eyes a little wide as you try your very hardest not to look at his lips that you weren’t sure if they were edging closer to yours or not. Oh he definitely saw you look at them.

Hunter tries to read your face but the drumming in his ears was sending him crazy, making him lose all lack of propriety. “Yeah… I am protective of you mesh’la. I fucking adore every inch of you.”

Everything he ever did, he thought he was doing it out of kindness but after a grilling from his brothers, he definitely tried to reel it back but clearly not enough. But after overhearing your conversation with your friend, he was curious on how you really feel about him.

“I-I didn’t know-.”

“Your heart is beating so fast right now.” And In a matter of seconds, his lips are on yours.

He was no longer able to ignore the pounding that was overwhelming his senses so much so he thought he could silence them by swiftly placing his lips to yours.

A surprised hum seeps past your lips as you very quickly and almost gladly welcome the embrace of his kiss, hands already tying up in his hair.

You're both breathless once you part from the sudden kiss, eyes searching one another’s for any answer for what just happened. But, you couldn’t help yourself when you grabbed his shirt and yanked him back to you, kisses desperate and so full of want.

Each other’s hands are roaming over each other’s bodies. From your hands in his hair to his hands on your rear, Hunter grasps your hips at long last and sits you on as he has you sat on the console.

“Hunter,” you pant in awe, head tilting back as he makes a glorious assault on your neck.

“Mesh’la, all I ever wanna do is care for you.” He traced his tongue along the base of your neck before sucking on that sweet point that makes your toes curl.

You’re melting at his words, feeling a little drunk from his kiss. “I thought you hated me.” You mutter, gasping as his teeth bite softly into the flesh of your neck.

“I thought the same but then I heard you call me sexy,” he smirks, pulling away to look at you with lustful eyes, “so how could you?“

You laugh softly, embracing another kiss from Hunter but this time it’s much softer and yoh made no refusal as his hand slipped down the front of your pants.

“Knew you’d be wet,” he groans in pleasure as he feels his singers get soaked from your heat, “I can smell your arousal.”

You blush deep at his words, a little bashful that your horniness was so evident for him but all that seems to fade as two of his dexterous digits slide in you. Gasping, your hands grip on tight to his shoulders as you surprisingly have to find yourself adjusting to the feeling of him.

“Do you like that?” Voice laced with seduction, Hunter breathes against your lips as your foreheads meet - fingers pumping in and out of you.

“Y-yes oh fuck, Hunter.” You whimper, clenching around his fingers like a sopping vice.

“Good girl. My pretty girl.”

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jutdwae-archives · 8 months

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Bsf!SKZ Members when they take care of you while you're sick (Maknae Line)

pairings: bsf!maknae line x gn!reader

genre: fluff fluff fluff/comfort

word count: 649

mentions: being sick (coughing, sneezing), mentions of implied throwing up in I.N's section (please lmk if i've missed anything!)

hyung line ver. | maknae line ver.

this art of fiction is not meant to portray the members in real life.

Han:

idc what you say, he will definitely make you as a blanket burrito

i just get those vibes from him

you guys would be playing nintendo and would bet who becomes a blanket burrito

he won so that's how you ended up as one

but then he'd hear a sneeze and a groan from you

one look and he rushes to your side to check your temperature

you feel cold but to him you feel hot... keeps you in the blanket burrito tho

brings you a cold washcloth to place on your forehead to calm down the fever and gives you some medicine

when it's time to eat he orders some comfort food by order i mean got lee know to make it and act as uber delivery

how you found out was when han slipped out "leeknow hyung makes the best comfort food"

big eyes and stuffed cheeks as you heard that

gave him a slight smack on the shoulder to reprimand him for asking lee know to make the food

by night he carries you up to your room and offers cuddles and studio ghilbi movies to watch

probably started singing a lullaby to push you over the edge to fall asleep

you both fall asleep watching the movie due to your previous activites letting it run in the background

you guys wake up to another movie you both like but at the sad part..

lets just say it was an emotional morning

Felix:

the definition of sunshine

this man as soon as he finds out you're sick

he's baking some desserts, aromas of brownies and cookies filling the air

he'd also bring you some food to soothe the itchiness of your throat

would have searched up 'what are ways to get rid of sickness'

as he'd be baking he would chop up some onions to put in your room (if your filipino you'd know the reasoning behind this)

would quite literally come to check up on you every 5 mins

give you medicine and same with han would have a cold washcloth on your forehead to calm you down

he finds you sleeping the next time he checks up on you

so he goes to play LoL (we all know what happens when felix plays LoL)

you wake up after hearing felix shout

"Lixxxxx, it's just a gamee"

apologises that he woke you up but then goes on a tangent about how it's not just a game

would also provide amazing cuddles like chan

WOULD SING YOU TO SLEEP

this man has such a soothing voice like han's

i swear the aussie line should be named the cuddle line atp

Seungmin:

ngl it's so hard to read seungmo and how he would take care of you

i feel like it'd be another case of lee know caring for you

he would give you the basic treatment tho

food, medicine, rest, check ups

probably drag you out of your room to get some vitamin D

and for him to practice his baseball techniques

would try and cook you pancakes

we all know what happened in that ep of puppycat school 😭

but yeah i can't make out seungmin AT ALL - i apologise 😔

I.N

i can't read i.n either 😭

he'd also give the basic treatment

i feel like he'd be the type to hold your hair back if you throw up

maybe take you out on a walk to get vitamin D

only for you to become his personal photographer

gotta get pics for the gram yk

but for your efforts as you kept sneezing and coughing he would treat you to some street 어묵국 (fish cake soup)

would perform 'hug me' on the piano for you

that leads you to want cuddles from him

he'll decline but come around and let you cuddle him as he just lays there like a stick 😭

A/N: heyyyy!! so i finally finished the maknae line.. i wasn't expecting to post it today but i had nothing else to do so yeah

hope you like this little drabble my friend gave me the idea to write this

!please reblog just to support me in my future works :)!

#skz #sickness #hanjisung #felix #seungmin #jeongin #drabble #maknae line #fanfiction #fluff #skz fluff #headcanon #kpop imagines #stray kids #straykidsland

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makur0 · 2 years

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hi, could i request an ibara x gn!reader where ibara has had a long stressful day and so to help him let go, reader has tied him up and fucks him slow and hard? reader being a soft dom and/or service top and ibara having a bit of a hard time giving up control? ibara works so hard and i need to be able to fuck him good enough that his brain is too melted to worry like i need air. thank you so much in advance <3

“Let me take the lead…”

synopsis — it’s going to certainly take some coaxing, but soon enough you’ll have him tied up and enjoying what you give him. [ibara saegusa x gn! reader]

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. service dom! reader, sub! ibara, forced submission?, penetration, praise, bondage, ibara being a little shit, mentioned that reader has a cock/strap

author’s note — ngl it feels good coming back to requests after suffering from kinktober lmao (IVE SEEN SO MANY POSTS ABOUT THIS MAN AND IM SO GLAD IM WRITING THIS AT THE PERFECT TIMEEEE)

word count — 1145

“NOT RIGHT NOW, [NAME], I’M BUSY.”

Another day of Ibara and his terrible attitude.

Of course, you couldn’t entirely blame it on him- being the Vice President of his agency and all did throw a lot of work on the male and all.

But you were his lover. He should be a tad bit softer to you, no?

“Do you need anything?” You tried, catching up to him as he walked to his office. “Tea, coffee? Something to eat? What about-”

“Not-” He started with a cold tone, but paused and took a deep breath. “I’m all good, I promise. Thank you, though.”

He quickened his pact to his room, shutting his door as you frowned at his disappearance. Rude much.

But, you really couldn’t do anything about it. After pacing the hallway, trying to think of a solution, you gave up and collapsed on your shared bed, sighing heavily. Not only was he shutting you out for the moment, but you were bored out of your mind.

I should just go to work tomorrow despite my break-

No. Fuck no, that’s an all time low.

You fussed mindlessly with the sheets, a small pout on your face. You could always call your friends and go out... but there was a nagging feeling in the back of your mind.

You wanted- no needed to stay here.

---

Ibara groaned, slouching as he dropped his head on the half-finished paperwork. Stupid him, thinking he can schedule two major events on top of each other. He longed for it to finish it themselves, but there wasn’t such thing. He was glued to his desk until the tedious work was done.

A soft knock on his door caused him to raise his head, fixing his glasses as he turned to your figure entering the room. “Yes?”

“Why don’t you take a break?” You questioned, ignoring the twitch of his eye. “Eat something, or... something.”

The male clenched his jaw, turning back to his work. “I can’t, [name]. I appreciate the effort, but-”

His voice faltered as your cold fingers traced his jawline, your hand cupping his chin as you hovered your head over his shoulder. What...?

“But you’re making me so sad, Ibara,” you said in a singsong voice, your babyish expression reflecting on his computer screen. “I just want to hang out with my beloved, y’know?”

The latter tensed, hands fidgeting with the corner of his papers. “I- I don’t think-”

Ibara jolted, a gasp leaving his lips as he snatched your sneaky hand from his waist, round cyan eyes half-glaring at you. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to make you relax,” You hummed, a slight chuckle leaving you. “Of course, I can do so much more if you just let me~”

He should shake you off, now. He should reprimand you for bothering him, he should-

He swallowed at your reflection, your eyes staring straight at him with a half-lidded gaze. With is computer being the only light provided in his dark room, your expression looked all the more... tempting.

For once, he was at a loss of words. “I- no, no, I have work... yes, work. L-later-”

His voice died completely in his throat as you slid onto his lap, closing his computer and enveloping the two of you in complete darkness. Immediately he tried to reach for it for a source of light but you yanked his hands back, your own exploring his torso under his dress shirt.

“[name]-!” His retort sounded more like a hissy whine as you pinned his hands, his head throwing back as Ibara felt your lips on the nape of his neck. “Stop-p~!”

“Mmm, no,” You cooed, petting his hair. “I’m merely just helping you out.”

If you could see him clearly, he was now a panting mess, his glasses askew as his attempts to remove you off his lap became less forced. You even felt the bold tent rising from his pants, brushing against you.

After fully riling Ibara up, you pulled away from him, grinning at the rather loud whine of his loss. Because it was pitch black in his room you had to feel around the desk, but you found what you were looking for: his tie.

“Stand up, darling,” You said to him. He immediately jumped out of his seat, judging from the sound of rushed movements, but he was hesitant as he pressed your body flush with yours, his hot breath tickling your chest.

You slid him off of you, making sure he was between you and the desk as you had him bend over. “[name]? W-what-?”

“Let me just take the lead, love,” You pressed a kiss against his back, taking his hands and wrapping his tie around him and the desk lamp. Hopefully it’ll stay firm... “Let me serve you.”

Ibara sighed shakily, resting his head on his desk as you tugged his pants and boxers down, his leaking tip hitting the cold air.

“If only I could see you...” You murmured, palming his ass as you lined up to his hole. “But I feel like you’ll like it better this way.”

Slowly you slid into him, causing the male to jerk and bite his lip harshly, his glasses falling further down his nose. Not until you did this did he realize how much he craved for this. Of course, he should be focusing on his work, but the way you rubbed against his walls had him keeling.

You took on a slow pace despite Ibara being a complete mess, breathy moans leaving you. Every time you pressed your pelvis against your ass you brushed against his prostrate, having the male tense up beautifully.

“Oh god~” He moaned out, his eyes screwing shut. “G-go faster, please-!”

“I don’t want to rush it, darling,” You sang out a response. “I think a nice and slow pace is rather fitting for you.”

And indeed it was, despite Ibara being needy for more. He could feel his worries, work, heck even his strong mental state which he prided in melting away like ice on a hot pan. And it wouldn’t be long before it’s starts boiling.

A strangled moan left Ibara after a hard thrust, his mind spinning as he felt close to his high. He wanted to pleasure himself so badly but you had him restrained... of course he could break out of it, but the way you held him didn’t make him want to.

The sound of crumpling paper and his body jerking against yours told you that he came, rather harshly as that. Unseen, thick rolls of his seed dripped out of his red cock, splattering onto the floor.

You slowed your pace to a stop, opting on grinding against him and leaning forward to card your fingers in his hair. “See, now was that so bad?”

“N-no...”

You smiled softly. “You’re welcome.”

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crxssjae · 6 months

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Strengthen

Summary:

How appealing to meet an adventurer who saved him from further confrontation. Besides, it's not like the inventor has been "fine"—though the adventurer is going to change it.

a/n: This one-shot is not a samijey/jeysami ship in this steampunk au. Sami is an inventor, while Jey is an adventurer. Ngl, it's one of the most difficult one-shot I've ever written, but I pulled it off well.

Some characters are mentioned, though not appearing.

Also posted on AO3 (here) and Wattpad (here).

Other WWE fics and samijey/jeysami fics are posted on my WWE masterlist here.

Word Count: 2,975

Warning(s): slight angst, but mostly fluff and a happy ending

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Sami Zayn isn't quick. If he had the speed to leave, this situation wouldn't be a whole cycle in weeks or months. Visit the workshop, create inventions, and be satisfied like his customers as an inventor. Sad to say, the schedule got sidetracked.

He got caught in something he didn't do, receiving an ambush, and that is going back to work.

First time? No. Second time? Not close. Many times? Yes, a thousand times yes.

For the past hour or two, he'd been collecting materials outside the city. Whatever places are sorted, everything needs to be required so he can make citizens, even himself adore. Without equipment filled—it couldn't work like a recipe gone wrong.

His hours had other meanings during the afternoon.

Trash bins scattered along the rotten garbage in the alley apart from the muffled bustling crowd with steam mobile cars zooming on the street outside. Old lights twinkled in a few abandoned buildings, overcasting fading shadows behind four people. One of them is Sami.

Back pressed against the wall, already a mess on his tattered yet smudged clothes and little cracks on the goggles around his neck as his disheveled hair fluttered. Sami's face paled, wide-eyed in terror at the three figures; those men all wore bowler hats with scowls across their faces.

Not this again, he wondered with a whine.

"You gonna speak now?" a tall man with a low, gruff voice sneered. "We've been waiting three days for our weapons to be retrieved, and you got some nerve to slack around behind our backs?!" His face inched closer to Sami's. "Care for an explanation?"

Sami swallowed a gulp. No escape routes, no bystanders to check what's going on. At this rate, yelling for help won't do any good.

He peered at the two men. One is well-toned with an aggravated expression, while the other is shorter than him, patience wearing thin. Sami averted as soon as possible back to the tall one in the group.

"Uh…" Sami's voice quivered, close to high-pitched, but made sure to be polite. "I… I have to find requirements on fixing them like I told you a couple of times, gentlemen. It's not simple to fix them right away in one day. You know how I—"

"There you go again!" the well-toned man barked, interrupting. "Searching, searching, searching! Is that all you do now?! Throughout these few weeks, you've been standing in our way, and now you won't do anything that we said for the past three days!"

"Technically, it was five weeks before the three days hit," Sami muttered.

"What did you say?!"

"Nothing, nothing!"

The shorter man snorted, cracking his knuckles. "Don't act scared, big mouth."

"I-I didn't mean to!" he interjected. "At least let me go!"

"Unless you give our weapons to us," the well-toned man said.

A lingering fear fixated within Sami's eyes. Fight, fight, fight repeated in his mind, itching and clawing the rumbling anger inside, giving the pressure away to stand up for himself.

No, that'll give everything away of who I am, he thought.

He took a deep breath, clearing the sudden aggression. All the bragging from the thugs or crooks, whatever Sami called them, almost snapped an instinct to fight.

Everything will cost the sanity and reputation of how they look at him if he unleashes the aggression.

Monster. Violent. Murderer. Criminal. Anyone will utter names without hearing the real reasons.

No one will care.

No one.

Sami had to take matters into his own hands. Kill them with kindness. Foolish, he knows, though he can try.

"Okay," Sami spoke and glanced at the tall man. "I understand your frustration. I understand you and your friends are impatient. But…"

He paused, then showed a genuine smile. The crooks each arched their brows at his change of demeanor.

"Your request has been denied."

Oh, they can tell the seriousness in his tone. Sami saw the tall man stepping back, eyes widened alongside the other two men, as he steadied to make sure they understood. From the looks of it, their expression changed from shock to something unexpected.

The tall man's expression grew grim, gritting his teeth. "You…!" he trailed off. His hands reached out and grasped Sami on the collar of his shirt, pulling him close. "You think you can cancel our requests? You're looking damn stupid right now!"

"So? I wouldn't be pushed down like a ragdoll by a bunch of wannabes who couldn't cope with their behaviors!"

Wide-eyed, Sami realized the words he said before covering his mouth. A juggle amount of apologies doesn't help, and neither does the warning against the men.

The tall man curled his fist. His arm drew back, aiming for the face with a punch, and fell on deaf ears of Sami's pleas. Sami couldn't process before shutting his eyes—as the leader's fist inched closer.

Nothing new or surprising. Bruised eye, swollen cheek, letting customers and guests see what happened like a bunch of nosy strangers. Nice "look," they say, how ironic.

Then, everything went black.

Seconds passed—a startled grunt rumbled in the tall man's throat. Sami opened his eyes; he thought he'd be beaten into a pulp again till he let out another gasp. It didn't happen.

He couldn't believe who he saw. A messy black-haired man with goggles and a necklace wrapped on his neck, dark eyes hardened in an icy glare. His fingerless glove hand tightened in a vice grip on the man's wrist, whose face scrunched in pain.

"You know," he began, tone thinned with coldness, "you shouldn't harm my buddy when I'm around."

Sami's brows furrowed in confusion. Since when did he and the adventurer become friends with a stranger he didn't know about? They never met.

What? B-Buddy? I've never—

"So you better leave with your no-good gentlemen. Otherwise, things could get dirty if you don't." the adventurer warned before releasing the grip.

The tall man rubbed his wrist while narrowing a glare. "This is none of your concern, boy! Stay out of it!"

"Well, I'm in the situation. Don't make me say it."

The shorter man's mouth opened to interject, but the adventurer's gaze pierced the same answer. He and the well-toned crooks didn't let out a peep, exiting the alley without adding fuel to the fire. The tall man, however, glared at the adventurer, a sign meant to watch his back, following ahead where his buddies left.

A sigh of relief escaped Sami's lips, thankful to be alive if it wasn't for the adventurer. He gave a genuine smile. "Um… sir?"

The adventurer turned his head, lips pursed. "What up?"

"Look," Sami let out a sharp exhale, "I know we met just now, but I want to say thank you for saving me."

"Uh-huh, and I'm not old. Don't call me sir." the adventurer responded in a flat tone. "So, what's your name?"

"Sami." His hand shot out in front of him. "Nice to meet you."

"Jey." The adventurer responded, accepting the handshake.

Sami released Jey's hand, scratching the back of his head. He couldn't help but respond. "Um, thank you—"

"Stop apologizing! I saved your butt, you're alive, and now we got our names," he grumbled. "Sheesh, you sound like a wreck."

"Ah— I'm sorry." Sami fidgeted his fingers. "It's just I'm... I'm surprised someone like you would swoop in and save me." His voice lowered in a whisper. "Nobody… nobody did until now."

"Nobody? No one?" Jey repeated.

Sami shook his head.

"Oh man," Jey scratched his beard, "no wonder you're actin' like a scaredy cat."

Sami's eyes shot up in shock. "I-I wasn't scared!" he retorted. "I'm brave!"

"No, you weren't, I can tell."

Sami glanced back, about to respond, but his eyes fell to where Jey's finger pointed, a secured bracelet on his wrist. Its energy hummed with the matter of reasoning, though Sami himself couldn't tell, so why is Jey the only notice?

"That bracelet, what is it?" Jey questioned.

"It's… a bracelet. An ordinary bracelet, of course."

Lie.

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is." A nervous chuckle betrayed the truth from Sami's answer.

Jey somehow isn't irritated but understood a little. "Then why does a 'bracelet' glow when danger occurs?"

Another question caught Sami off guard like a knife stabbed a couple of wounds over its heart.

Lie, lie again so he can get off my back. Maybe he'll… he'll leave just like everyone else.

"Hello? Are you there?"

Sami's eyes fluttered open, his expression softened. "Uh… I— well…" he sighed before admitting. "This bracelet… is no ordinary bracelet." Lips curved a shaky smile. "It's a gauntlet."

"... What?" Jey said, anger bubbling in his voice, left eye twitching.

His smile faltered. "A gauntlet. Is there a problem?"

"It is a problem, man!" Jey lashed out, causing Sami to flinch from the outburst. "Why the hell didn't you use the gauntlet to fight back those who... who were pickin' and threaten' your life?! Do you think lettin' yourself be silent make them go away and let you escape?"

"I don't tolerate myself to violence! I'm an inventor, not a fighter!" he fired back.

"Fine," a huff escaped Jey's lips, "then how about this, inventor?" He stepped forward, staring into Sami's eyes with a glint of determination. "Where's your workshop?"

"Why do you want to know? You screamed your head off like a maniac, and now you want to visit?"

"I wasn't screaming my head off!"

"You're doing it now!"

"No, I'm not!" Jey crossed his arms and turned his head to the side. "Just, just a force of habit…" he confessed under his breath.

Sami rolled his eyes. How is he supposed to believe after Jey demonstrated seconds ago? He got saved, now having a fuss with an adventurer's temper.

But a tingling feeling made his heart pound, a thump through his chest. Fear isn't one, as Sami gazed at Jey, who had his lips sealed. This man, this adventurer—he's different from other customers and guests.

Though something was missing, Sami couldn't wrap his finger. For the time being, he'll wait.

"Want me to lead you to my workshop?" Sami asked.

Jey unfolded his arms. "Yeah, I guess." he stammered.

That made Sami's smile wide. He grasped Jey's hand, firm but gentle. The fabric of the glove brushed over his palm. "Let's get going, shall we, mister?"

"Hey, I'm not that old!" Jey interjected before Sami pulled and began to run, forcing him to follow with a stumble.

No way would Sami ever listen while excitement took over his heart.

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Sami confessed himself: he hadn't let his ears ring to the overlaying conversations from citizens in the city, nor seeking the districts full of exposed gears and pipes on unpolished, steel buildings. Mechanical birds flapped across the navy sky with fluffy clouds above, greeting cheerful chirps. He grinned at the peaceful sight.

Jey, on the other hand, wanted to visit Sami's workshop and look around whether he liked it or not.

A few minutes later, they arrived at the workshop. Sami fumbled in his pocket and took out a key, then unlocked and opened the door.

Gaping, curiosity glinted in Jey's eyes. Few gadgets were polished and completed, thanks to its shine from the light on the ceiling. He stared in amazement, admiring the work Sami did. His fingers smoothed one of them, surprised when he saw the project of a camera. Simple—though tough to make.

After staring at the camera, Jey pulled his hand back and narrowed his eyes at Sami, who tweaked one of the current gadgets with a screwdriver. He cocked his head—the inventor hasn't spoken since entering the shop.

No tours, no explanations, Sami goes straight to work.

Weird.

"So, uh, cool shop." Jey cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "I admit, you worked your butt off on these things."

"They're not called 'things'." Sami retorted. He didn't bother to glance over. "Either gadgets or inventions are fine. All of them are important to me and the people in this city."

"Uh-huh. I know, smart guy."

"Good. Sit and wait for me, will you?"

"And let you pass out, man?" Jey said. "I'm not sure…"

"Oh, I'm sure." Sami laughed. "Trust me, this one is the simplest. It'll be quick. No fainting allowed."

"... Alright, I guess." he sighed, sitting across the workbench beside him, watching the invention unfold.

Sami shot a confused look, his other hand on the screwdriver hovering. "Uh, what are you doing?"

"Waitin'. You told me, remember?"

"Yeah, I did, though you do realize there's another chair right behind me."

Jey rolled his eyes. "Stayin' beside you is better."

"Oh, boy, here comes the handful." Sami couldn't utter anything else when Jey gave an icy glare through his soul. He gulped and continued working. "Never mind…"

His troubling mouth, what an idiot. He doesn't let a stranger sit beside him, seeing as a cause led to an unfocused concentration. So why did Sami let Jey sit beside the first place?

How unfortunate—he doesn't know either.

Something felt off once more. Between them, an exhale escaped Jey's lips. Sami couldn't tell whether or not boredom had something to do with his mood, so he kept his mouth shut, not pushing the adventurer to the edge.

"You know, you kinda remind me of my brother." Jey blurted out all of a sudden.

Sami paused with a quizzical look. "Your brother?"

"Yeah." Jey withdrew a necklace tucked under his shirt, tugging a smile. "He acts a bit crazy, over the top, and isn't afraid, unlike you."

"Don't get me started on the fear part. I told you a thousand times." Sami reminded him.

"Whatever you say."

"One joke about me being scared, you're leaving. Understand?"

"Alright, alright," Jey replied, his hands raised. "Those jokes are off limits, I promise."

Sami side eyed him, unsure but continued. "What's your brother's name?"

Jey put his hands down, smiling. "Jimmy, my twin brother."

"T-Twin brother?!" he exclaimed.

"Yep," Jey unsealed the necklace to reveal a photo of him and Jimmy, both mirroring their grins. "He's the one on the right."

Sami took a closer look. "Wow. He doesn't even look hard-headed unlike you." he joked.

"Thanks— hey! I'd thought you said we laid off the jokes!"

"I mean, you already—"

"No, I don't, and you better stop lyin'!"

"Okay, I'll stop," Sami said with a half-chuckle, seeing Jey pursed his lips. "What now?"

"Liar."

"Hey, I'm pointing out the things I see. Is that fine with you?"

He shook his head, cracking a smile. "Shut your mouth and do your work."

"Oh, now you're threatening me?"

With grins, they guffawed at their argument. Sami settled the screwdriver aside and clutched his stomach with tears running down his face while Jey held Sami's arms, grinning ear to ear.

Once Sami simmered down, he stared at the undone gadget, then Jey, who still had a laughing fit. Strange—he's supposed to dislike him and be skeptical of his attitude. And yet, he recalled Jey saving him from those thugs who threatened and almost took his life.

He's not bad. He's not a bad person.

A memory flashed in his mind. His two friends grinning with their eyes gleaming with joy. Oh, it'll hurt his jaw more after this.

Kev. Becks. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to be free once in a while, like Jey.

Sami made a decision.

"I'm taking a break!" he interrupted, beaming.

Jey stopped, taking a breath or two from laughing. "Really? You haven't finished your work yet."

"Well, change of plans! How about we go somewhere to eat? I haven't taken a break for four hours, so…"

"What?!" Jey yelled in horror.

Sami flinched and twiddled his thumbs. "Uh, I… didn't…"

Great work, Sami. You shouldn't say anything because he's a damn hothead!

"Oh my God, man!" Jey groaned, bothered. "You're tellin' me you've straight up work without a sense to taking a break?! You could make yourself pass out!"

"Y-Yes, but—"

"Uh-uh. No excuses. At least…" Jey sighed in frustration. "At least stop being coped in the shop for a while, okay?"

Sami's lips parted to speak but pressed them in a flat line. He tore his gaze from Jey's and stared at the floor like a troubled child.

"Okay?" Jey repeated, voice soft yet stern.

"Okay…" Sami whispered.

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He understood. Somehow, not always. Jey understood him like reading a book, though still annoying.

Fresh clothes, no longer filthy after a shower—Sami left the bathroom and glanced at Jey. Flashing a bright smile showed how grateful he is.

"So, um, which place do you want to go?" Sami asked, adjusting his collar.

"Hmm," Jey hummed, placing a hand on his hip. "I'd thought we could eat at the tavern and get to know each other. Then we can walk, talk more about ourselves again, and introduce my brother and your friends. And finally," he held out his arms, wrapping Sami in a hug before leaning to his ear with a whisper, "you can close your shop for a couple of weeks, remindin' people you'll be taking a break, and relax."

Friends. Relax. Sami must've forgotten what he does for life. With his heart beating over his chest, the fluttering sensation tingled again.

Warmth.

He tightened the hug back, his head leaning against the shoulder, not sure of the words he wanted to respond to. All he can think of is warmth and trust.

Maybe he can thank him with words this time.

"You're too nice. Thank you," he murmured.

Jey smiled, fingers caressing his hair. "Don't be slick."

"I know, but thank you."

A new life changed ahead of Sami other than being an inventor stuck every day in the workshop.

And it's all thanks to Jey, who is a good friend as an adventurer.

[The End]

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Thank you for reading!

#sami zayn #jey uso #sami zayn fanfiction #jey uso fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #steampunk au #alternate universe #crxssjae writes

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yourleastfavoriteguyinthechairr · 1 year

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MARVEL SHIP MEME!

(art by ✨moi✨)

FAVE SHIP: sylki! ↓

i personally don’t view this ship as selfcest for multiple reasons, but atp i’m too tired to argue about it, so please don’t give me hate for it, ty :)

LEAST FAVE SHIP: thorki! ↓

it was a tie between thorki and starker, but i ultimately put thorki. look, they’re brothers, and i just don’t see them as anything but.

FAVE COMFORT SHIP: sylki! ↓

technically my fav comfort ship would be me x loki, but i don’t think that counts, so sylki it is! (i love them anyways <3)

FAVE CONTROVERSIAL SHIP: brutasha! ↓

absolutely in no way does natasha romanoff need a man, but that doesn’t make brutasha any less cuter, or an invalid ship. thank you for coming to my ted talk, in this essay i will-

FAVE RARE PAIR: happy x may (happmay)! ↓

happmay is so underrated imo. i can’t find any fanart or ship content about them and it makes me so sad, so i think this legally qualifies as a rare-pair!

PAIR YOU DON’T SHIP, BUT THINK IS CUTE: lokius! ↓

i have zero hate for this ship, i can see why people like it and i respect it.

WEIRDEST SHIP: bugborg! ↓

in all honesty, i don’t really have a ‘weird ship’, soo i suppose bugborg would fall into that spot! imo mantis and nebula would make an adorable couple.

FAVE MLM SHIP: parkner! ↓

ngl this ship is one of the reasons i’m alive rn-- yes there’s never been any on-screen interaction and yes spideychelle is canon and a wonderful ship but if any of y’all cared about canon i doubt y’all would be here- /hj

FAVE WLW SHIP: bishova! ↓

i will die with this ship. that’s it.

ok but they would be so CUTE together PROVE ME WRONG--

FAVE STRAIGHT SHIP: mobius x ravonna (ravonbius)! ↓

ok, so, i wouldn’t die with this ship but i love it nonetheless. tell me there didn’t seem like there was something more than “ friends ” there.

go on, do it. /j

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these are simply my ship opinions, please don’t hate on me for them, ty :))

fee free to jump in and add your own marvel shipping opinions on this if you want, just use the blank template below (which is not mine, btw) (or use your own template)! (also, you can just put pictures or words in the boxes, i only drew them bc i wanted to ;p)

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always-andromeda · 2 years

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iii. Head Over Heels

Eddie Munson x HendersonSister!Reader

Word Count | 4,014

Summary | Four months after taking you out, Eddie figures out that keeping a relationship with you secret is a little harder than he originally thought.

Author’s Note | Ngl, I struggled through this one a little. I am so soft for this man. I need him to look at me fondly. But I also need him carnally. I wont him. That's all I got for today folks, thanks for coming to my TedTalk.

Warnings | we've got some slutty, slutty times ahead (MDNI), I love writing men who cry during sex oops, nothing else I can think of!

Parts |

Maneater

i. | ii. | iii.

Head Over Heels

i. | ii. | iii.

What do guys do when they piss off a girl they like? Eddie had no clue. He wasn't quite the soothing type; he preferred to instigate. That was what got him into the problem in the first place. Hours after the whole charade, he felt the guilt cutting deep into his stomach, making him a little sick. He shouldn't have gone as far as he did. His stupid mouth had to keep running until it got him into trouble.

So he swallowed his pride and bought a cheap bouquet of flowers from Melvald's and drove to your house. He felt even worse looking at the pathetic bundle. The flowers were wilting, which was why they had been so cheap. But it was the thought that counted with these things, right?

If Dustin was home, he'd have to mow right on through the kid and hope he didn't ask any questions. He'd explain and apologize later.

After a few minutes of building up the confidence to approach your front door in his van, he caved. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't drive away. You deserved some sort of apology after what he did. He knocked quickly, counting down the seconds that passed by until he could feasibly get back in his van. Maybe he'd drive himself directly off a cliff in embarrassment.

But before he could talk himself into ditching the flowers on your doorstep and fleeing the scene, the door opened. You're there, a thin frown formed on your lips, as the door rested on your hip.

“You have some nerve coming here.”

Eddie tried not to stutter, “I just wanted to talk.” He’d never felt this nervous around you. It had always been butterflies fluttering around his stomach or little sparks up his spine. Now, it seemed like your glare could burn him alive.

He watched you weigh out your options in your head. Part of him hoped that you'd slam the door in his face and put him out of his misery. He must've looked truly pathetic holding the pathetic bouquet in his sweaty palms. Most of the petals had fallen off on his passenger seat, leaving mostly stems.

“You’re lucky I’m home alone.” You nodded your head and allowed him enough space to enter, taking the flowers as he passed by. Of course he wouldn't be so lucky that you'd let him off easily.

You throw the flowers down on a recliner in your living room and fold your arms, “Okay, talk.”

“Oh, uh, I’m sorry?” The house was eerily quiet. He felt awkward being there, especially knowing that it was Dustin's house. The whole ordeal wasn't the kid's business, but he still felt terrible keeping such a large secret from him.

“That’s it? You came over here with that shit," you gestured towards the sad bouquet. "To embarrass me even more than you already have—just to say that pitiful sorry?”

“I didn’t think I’d get this far!”

You were very clearly done with him, “Good, then you can go. Now you can pretend that you did something honorable and kindly, leave me alone.”

“That’s not what I wanted.” He rocked back and forth on his shoes and rubbed the pads of his fingers on his palms.

“Then what did you want from me? Because you couldn’t have been expecting me to be jumping for joy exactly.”

“I wanted you to…I don’t know. I guess I wanted to stop feeling like shit.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have flashed the whole school my underwear.”

Eddie winced at the mention of it as if he could've avoided your bluntness, “I’m sorry. I am so sorry.”

You raised a finger at him, “No, you don’t get it. Half the boys in our school can whore themselves out and nothing happens to them. If anything, it makes them that much more desirable. But when I go out, I get a reputation. I get guys whispering to each other that I’m easy.” A shaky breath rattled you, “What you did today only makes all of that so much worse.”

The answer was so clear to him, “Then let them talk about both of us.”

“I really don’t need-”

Eddie interrupted you, inching towards you, "We don’t need any of those assholes as long as we’ve got each other. If they're gonna judge you, is it really worth staying friends with them? Is it worth giving a fuck about what they have to say?”

You were quiet. He wasn't sure if he'd only made you more annoyed or if you were willing to listen. Either way, he continued, grabbing your hand in the process. It was limp like you weren't willing to put in the effort to really connect with him.

"Listen, you were right. I'm a big old attention whore. And what I did...it sucked. And I'm sorry." Eddie sighed, "You know by now that I like you. Like a lot. But if we have any chance at making it, we've got to do it together."

Your voice was uncharacteristically small, "Wasn't it fun, though? When it was just us?" He could see a flicker of longing behind your downcast gaze.

Eddie smiled slightly, "Fuck yeah, it was a lot of fun. It can still be just us. But we have to get rid of some of the secrecy." He hooked his arms around you gingerly and pulled you closer. His body was stable, grounding. "I want my uncle to meet you. Fuck, I wanna come over for dinner and be all nice and polite for your mom. I want to see the look on Dustin's face when you introduce me as your boyfriend. I want everyone to know that we've got something that is so strong that they can't touch it. They can’t say shit to us."

You directed your soft eyes to him, "You make really good points when you actually think things through. Instead of act impulsively."

"I'm sorry." He wouldn't be able to say it enough, he was sure of it. And he didn't expect you to forgive him. He wouldn't forgive himself for what he'd done. He thought he'd had you pegged completely. But he wasn't sure how he hadn't seen the insecurities you had. He scolded himself for not figuring it out.

Eddie massaged your lower back, hoping the action solidified his apology. You hummed appreciatively and cupped his face in your hands. It fit so perfectly resting in his palms. The two of you clicked even further into place as you drew him into an easy kiss. It quickly became heavier as you pressed yourself deep into his arms.

You released him just enough to rasp, "Let's go to my room."

Eddie bit his lip hard as you pushed him into your bedroom door, keeping him caged in with your shorter frame. He couldn't even take a look around the place before you were smothering his lips with yours again. It took him a second to respond, closing his eyes and submitting to your feverish touch. You bit his bottom lip and tugged on it before letting it snap back in place. His own mouth parted slightly as he looked down at you. There was a delightfully sinful intent in your desperate expression.

A smirk formed on the corner of his lip, realizing the drastic switch in your mood, "There you are, princess."

You weren't having any of his insufferable teasing, "Lay down." You ordered him and grabbed the collar of his shirt, twisting him around until you could push him back on the single bed.

After landing with a soft thump on your floral chenille bedspread, Eddie spoke languidly, "Whatever you say, your highness." His eyes were already sparkling with anticipation. You crawled up the length of the bed on your hands and knees, approaching him.

You raised an eyebrow and let out an exasperated sigh a mere inch away from his lips, "Do you always have to be so snarky?"

"The snark is an added bonus." He attempted to capture your lips in another kiss. Instead, you took a hold of his chin in your hand and tilted his head to the side.

You nipped at his earlobe, "What if I would rather you keep quiet?"

Eddie took a shaky breath. His gaze darted from your piercing eyes to the bulge that was beginning to form in his jeans, "That's not gonna happen. Not if you're gonna do what I think you're doing."

"I'll tell you what. Since it's just us, you can be as loud as you want." You hovered over his plush, pink lips. His cheeks flushed with an embarrassing heat.

He swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to crack a dazzling smile, "Oh, baby, hand me the keys to the kingdom, why don't you?"

You dove in once more with a cheeky grin, kissing his sharp jaw and trailing your lips down his throat. Feeling a bit more free, Eddie's breath got a bit heavier. As you sat between his legs, Eddie felt your knee brush against his groin. He closed his eyes, rocking his hips ever so slightly against your knee a few more times. Just enough to get himself going.

When he gave a low groan, you felt him trying to get some traction on you. With a laugh, you moved to linger over his thighs and spoke next to his ear, "Why didn't you ever fuck me?"

"I d-d-didn't want you to think that-" He sucks in a breath as you grind down on him, "I didn't want you to think I was just using you for sex." He manages to choke out.

His answer made you let out a humorless giggle, "I think it's because you were too embarrassed to be like this in front of me." Eddie scoffed with a ruined expression; brows furrowed and mouth hanging open as he waited for you to give him more.

You wore a ruffled top that buttoned up to your neck. And seductively, you unbuttoned it, starting from the top and gradually working your way down to reveal the baby blue bra underneath. You eyed him coyly as you pulled the shirt away from your skin and boldly placed one of his hands on your right tit. His thumb circled the nipple and it solidified underneath the thin fabric.

Though he was practically salivating now, Eddie spoke before the words could get caught in his throat, "Don't get up on your high horse now, baby." You started moving back and forth, painfully slowly across the fabric of his jeans. The action rendered him speechless and almost had him groaning.

"Want me to take those off, baby?" you whispered. Eddie could only nod wildly against your pillow. His mouth felt dry as a desert. You pulled back to unbuckle his belt and unzip him. You tapped his thigh lightly, signaling him to raise them so you could slide the black denim down just enough so you could slip him out. He wasn't completely hard yet, but his size already had you biting the inside of your cheek.

You said, "Get me a condom from the drawer." Eddie reached over, rifling through the drawer of your bedside table. Underneath a book laid your stash.

"Why do you have these?" He asked carefully, trying not to insinuate any sort of judgment. He himself hadn't even bought condoms before. Then again, he'd only had sex twice before. Most women didn't want to fuck a guy who was on his third attempt at senior year.

“Because some of us aren’t reckless.” You took the little blue square from his hand and ripped the packaging open, plucking the rubber from inside of it.

You wrapped your hand around him gently and slowly pumped him until he was hard enough for you to roll the condom over his twitching cock. Eddie tried not to think about how you were so good at teasing him; at making him practically disintegrate under your considerate touch. You knew more than him. And that was a good thing in this case.

Right as you're gliding the covered head of his cock across your cunt, you tilt your head, "What am I?"

"Huh?" he breathed out vaguely. He was dizzily waiting to feel himself inside of you. He could've whined at your deliberate teasing.

"What's that sweet little nickname you like to call me?" Your voice is low.

He didn't even have to overthink it, he just blurted firmly, "Princess."

"Who's princess am I, baby?" Your voice dripped with honey.

Eddie grinned lazily and let out a chuckle that made his Adam’s apple bob, "My princess..."

“That’s right,” with that, you slid down on him completely, clenching your teeth to hold in a deep sigh at how easily it happened, “Just keep calling me that.” As he bottomed out inside of you, Eddie’s head sunk deeper into the pillow. He felt almost completely at peace until you ran your hands under his Hellfire shirt and made the skin of his chest light on fire. You hitched the shirt up until he realized you wanted it off of him. Quickly, he pulled the shirt over his head and bunched it up beside him.

You drank in the sight of his bare chest, rising and falling jaggedly. His skin was lighter here and unblemished other than his tattoos. Right underneath his collarbone was a tattoo you hadn’t seen yet. You pressed a kiss to the slightly faded.

Your nails scratched across the small pouch of his stomach as you braced yourself on his torso. You were so wet already. And though Eddie couldn't quite feel the texture of you, he felt the slick warmth. He felt you intentionally flex your muscles to contract around him. You made slow progress, doing controlled, small bounces on him.

“Could you maybe go a bit faster?” He asked meekly.

“What did I tell you?”

What did you tell him? He was struggling to think with how you were clenching ever so slightly around him, painfully milking every movement. From where he was laying, your skirt covered up the sight of him disappearing inside of you. And though you kept your voice steady, he could tell that you were just trying to ease yourself into the feeling of him. But he needed just a little more movement.

“Please go faster, princess,” he remembered your request, “I need you to go faster.”

“Mmm, good job, baby…” you trailed off and increased your pace just a little bit more. Your reaction came in a strangled groan.

Instantly feeling a sliver of relief, Eddie made his only wish known, “Can you lift your skirt for me princess?” He had been looking forward to this moment for months; he wasn't going to let the stupid expanse of fabric cover up the magic.

You bit your own lip at his eagerness. “You gonna hold it up, pretty boy? I can’t do all the work can I?”

“I’m your pretty boy now?" Eddie was all smiles now, nothing could knock him down from the intense high that was building in his abdomen. Your body put a gratifying pressure on his hips that kept them from trembling.

“As long as you can do what I ask.” You said, fluttering your eyelashes in a way that makes him groan just once. It sends him scrambling to bunch your skirt up so he can finally see the divide between your skin and his. Your panties are pulled to the side, the edge of the fabric pressing tight against him. He pressed three fingers to your clit and rubbed the bead quickly. The way you tightened around his cock like a vice grip had him lightheaded.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum,” He warned you a bit urgently, almost afraid you wouldn't hear him through your high pitched whines.

You composed yourself just enough to click your tongue, “Not the right name, pretty boy.”

“Please, please, please, princess,” he begged. “Let me cum, please.” With how much you wanted to collapse, you shifted your position and lowered until your tits were pressed against his torso. Not only were you a little bit more comfortable, but it gave you an idea for how you could reward Eddie for being so patient. After all, you could now see the little teardrops that he was fighting to keep from falling down his cheeks.

“Aw, but I think you look the prettiest like this,” you cooed in his face, “I think I should just stay. Right. Here.” You left soft pecks along his cheeks before laying a final one down on his quivering lips.

“Please…j-just let me…” he shuddered a whisper against your mouth.

“Will you be good for me?”

“Yes,” he answered without any hesitation.

“No. Really promise me.” You paused, the smile continued to grow on your perfect lips, “If I’m going to tell people that I’m dating the Freak, I need you to at least try and be good. Just a little bit. For me.”

A single tear escaped the corner of his eye, “You’re gonna tell people?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I wanna tell everyone that my boyfriend is the prettiest boy in the whole school?”

He wanted to laugh at the new rush of arousal that flooded through him every time you called him that. But with your body firmly in place over him, he was trapped. Stuck in an almost offensive position with you moving lazily, it kept him teetering back and forth on the edge.

As he stared directly into your eyes, you could see how much he meant it when he said, “I’ll be good. I promise.” You took his hands and placed them on either side of your hips.

You nodded once, “Then make me cum too while you're at it.”

Eddie loved the sound of a challenge. With the new power you'd given him, he dug his thick fingers in your thighs, and thrusted properly, getting deeper than you’d gotten on your own. His skin slapped obscenely against yours. The hard impacts brought forth the moans you'd been holding back in favor of taunting him. Eddie snickered at your little yelps before succumbing to his own grunts and groans.

His teeth were gritting almost involuntarily as he cursed, "Oh, fuck," You jolted forward on his lap and he taunted you, "You like that, princess? You like being on top of me?" Your hands now clutched hard onto his built shoulders and your head hung over him. Your hair formed a curtain that fell back when you breathed a soft, "yes."

He chuckled, "That's what I like to hear."

"You're doing so good for me, princess. You gonna be--" he grunted again, "you gonna cum soon?"

"Uh-huh," you whined. Eddie put the last of his energy into pounding into you. You were close to screaming now. His breath was heavy and he could feel the rising heat that had his damp hair sticking to his forehead. You came with one final shudder and your mouth hung open. Eddie was all too proud that he'd made you finish first.

You squeaked at the immediate overstimulation as he kept going, chasing his own release. You let him thrust a few more times until his hips spasmed beneath you and he let out a strangled groan.

You pushed yourself up on your headboard and pulled his softening cock out of you. He exhaled softly as you pulled the used condom off of him, tied the end, and tossed into the trashcan next to your desk.

Eddie stared at the ceiling and noticed the rich crimson striped pattern of your walls. Every other section featured a line of delicate illustrated roses.

He muttered, “You got some nice wallpaper.”

“Are you fucking serious?” You were truly incredulous. He hadn’t even wiped the sweat from his brow and he was already wisecracking.

“Yeah, it’s a good room. I can really picture a budding young woman living here.” He spoke slowly, still on the comedown.

“I really should know by now that you just don’t stop.”

Ignoring your admit to defeat, he was getting his second wind back, “I’m just complimenting the impeccable interior design. You really gotta give me the number of whoever designed this place, I could use a remodeler.”

He went silent, waiting for you to reply. But you were laid beside him, deconstructing every feature on his face and wondering how a guy like him could be so willing to give you his time.

Confused by your entranced expression, he asked, “What?”

You only tilted your head slightly, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like I was ashamed of you." You kissed the tattoo on his forearm, "Because I’m not. I’m completely in love with you...and I think I'm ready for everyone to know it.”

That knocked the air clear out of Eddie's chest. He couldn't even think to suppress the new wave of emotion that welled up in his eyes, “That sounds great.” Eddie sniffed and attempted to straighten himself, “Really great.”

You rested your chin on his chest and looked up at him, “Did I make Eddie Munson fall apart?”

“Just a little bit.” He blinked away his fresh tears.

“Mmm, good. Because you’re really pretty like that.”

He squinted at you, perplexed, “I’m pretty when I cry?”

“I’m almost afraid to tell you because I know it’s only gonna boost your ego, but-” you watched him beam in suspense, “I think you’re pretty doing basically anything.”

“Oh, baby, that just had catastrophic effects on my psyche. You’re turning me into a ravenous narcissist.”

You tucked his messy hair behind his ear and took a deep breath before getting back up on your feet. You were still a little sore between your legs, but you knew it would fade with time. At that moment, you were far more focused on how thirsty you were.

“I’m gonna get myself something to drink, I’ll be right back.”

Eddie still had his shirt bunched up beside him. He smiled shrewdly and said, “Hey, can you do something for me real quick?”

“Huh?” You glanced over your shoulder just in time for Eddie to throw something at you.

“Put this on first.”

You unfolded what he'd thrown at you, “You’re kidding.”

“Not in the slightest.” He looked too excited for his own good.

You rolled your eyes at him and wiggled the shirt over your head. Your arms raised up to slip through the long sleeves.

“Whoo!” Eddie cupped his hands around his mouth as he sat up to get a better view, “You’re so hot from this angle, princess.”

With a huff of effort, you tugged the wrinkled shirt down over your midriff. It fit you pretty well in almost every area except your chest, which you could see Eddie got a huge kick out of. He still chuckled to himself even as you closed your bedroom door behind you.

You sang to yourself as you waltzed into the kitchen, “Something happens and I’m head over heels…” You grabbed a cup from the cupboard and turned to make your way to the fridge when you spotted Dustin standing in the living room. In his hand was the bouquet, long since forgotten by then.

Dustin looked up from the flowers, “Where did you get this?” His eyes went wide when he saw the shirt you were now wearing, “Where did you get that?” You were sure the shirt was worse than if you'd walked out in just your bra.

And at the worst timing possible, Eddie wandered out of your bedroom, shirtless.

“Hey, you got any Tab in this joint?” He leaned against the hallway wall with a smirk until he saw your expression frozen over.

He followed your stare and finally noticed Dustin, looking increasingly horrified by the second.

Eddie tensed up, “Oh, shit,” Dustin’s wide eyes flickered between the figure of his dungeon master and his wicked sister before he screeched, “Son of a bitch, not this shit again!”

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If I Only Could

Title: If I Only Could

Pairing: Eddie Munson x ofc (named), Steve Harrington x Platonic!ofc (named).

Word Count: 2931

Summary: Dawn, Eddie’s girlfriend, feels like she can’t go on without him in her life, making her friends worry about her. Steve takes it on himself to comfort her.

Warnings: VOLUME 2 SPOILERS. Angst, pure angst. Character death (I’m sorry), blood, depression, mentions of sex, Steve being the best big brother ever (that’s a warning in itself).

Author’s note: So… I made myself cry while writing this. I also had to watched episode 9 again, so I cried even harder. I know I was gonna make a fix-it fic, but I’m a sucker for angst, and ngl the idea for this came after I got an art piece I commissioned. (art by @devovart on Instagram)

So… enjoy? Cry? I’m sorry?

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“Anyone seen Dawn”? Robin asked as she, Steve, and Dustin got out of Steve’s car and walked to Nancy’s house, where the rest of the gang had been meeting for the last couple of days to plan a way to save Hawkins.

“She hasn’t left her room in two weeks,”’ Dustin said, looking at the floor as he walked. “I went to her house yesterday, her mom let me in but I couldn’t talk to her. Her door was closed and she was crying when she heard me.” The teenager sighed. “Her mom says that she doesn’t cry as much now, but she doesn’t leave her room at all.” He stopped at the door and looked up at his friends. “We need her here, she’d be a good addition to the team.”

“I don’t know, man. Eddie’s death hit her pretty badly.” Steve replied, placing his hands on his hips.

“I’m sad about it too, but we need to fight this,” Dustin argued back.

“Yes, but he wasn’t your boyfriend, Dustin,” Robin said, looking down at him.

The trio stayed quiet at the door, all looking down at their feet when Steve sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

“You guys go in, I gotta do something.” He said, turning around and walking fast towards his car, taking his keys out of his jeans pocket.

“Where are you going?” Robin asked.

“Steve, we need you! Steve!” Dustin shouted at him.

“I gotta talk to her.” Was all Steve said, closing the car door and starting the engine, driving off.

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“It’s so hard, I don’t want to do it anymore!” Dawn said, throwing her arms up in the air, Eddie’s guitar falling on her crossed legs.

Eddie just chuckled and moved from his sitting position on the floor to stand. “Come on, princess, don’t give up.” He said, making his way to sit behind her on his bed, a leg on either side of her and his arms going around her, grabbing her hands and guitar.

“You just gotta show her some love,” He kissed her temple as he moved her hands around the guitar to place them in the correct position.

Dawn scoffed. “That’s easy for you to say, you’re like a guitar god.” She mumbled, pouting. Eddie chuckled a bit more, pecking her cheek, and started playing a soft tune for her.

“You’ll do it just fine, don’t worry.” He whispered in her ear, leaning his head against hers as he played.

Both of them sat on his bed in silence, the only sounds around them were the tune coming from Eddie’s guitar and the birds outside.

“Eddie?” Dawn whispered.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I love you.”

Dawn could feel Eddie’s smile against her short curly hair, could feel how he let go of the guitar to hold her to his chest, one hand going to her face to turn her to look at him.

“I love you, too, princess.”

He leaned in, connecting his lips to hers in a sweet kiss, holding her tighter. When they both let go, he pressed his forehead against hers, running his nose on hers, both with smiles on their faces, eyes closed.

“Dawn…” Eddie said.

“Yes?” She replied, not opening her eyes.

“...Dawn…”

Dawn opened her eyes and moved back, her confused look morphing into terror as she took him in.

Blood covered his neck, dripping from his mouth, staining his beautiful white teeth a bright red. She tried moving away from him, but he held her tighter.

“Dawn!” He said louder, repeating her name over and over, getting louder every time, holding her tighter, not letting her get away from him.

“DAWN!”

She woke up with a start. She sat up on her bed, looking around, only to find herself in her bedroom. Dawn took a deep breath to calm herself down, letting the tears run down her face.

“Dawn.”

She tensed up, startled as she heard knocking on her door.

“Dawn, open up.”

She recognized Steve’s voice then. She groaned under her breath and rubbed her eyes, trying to wake herself a bit more.

“Dawn, it’s Steve. Can you please open up?”

“Leave me alone, Steve.” She said loudly, hearing a gentle sigh coming from her best friend.

“Honey, please. Let me in.” He waited for her to say something or to open the door, but her response was silence. “Dawn, I’m worried about you, please let me in.”

Her eyes started tearing up again, gasping a bit to get herself together as she removed the covers off of her and stood up. She walked to the door, taking a deep breath, not ready to face anyone.

Steve waited patiently as he heard her steps, the happiness he felt when he heard her unlock the door vanishing in a second when he saw the state she was in. Her dark curly bob was a mess, clearly not being washed or brushed in days, face and eyes red and puffy from crying, tear stains down her face. But what hurt him the most, was to see her wearing Eddie’s Hellfire t-shirt. Seeing her like this broke his heart- how did the spunky, sassy, funny girl he knew turn into this empty shell?

“Hi,” she mumbled, not looking up at him.

“Hey, honey,” Steve whispered. She moved aside to let him in, and closed the door behind her. Steve took a look around her room, noticing all the tissues crumbled on the floor, her unmade bed, the clothes on the floor…

Dawn sat down on the edge of the bed, still not looking up at Steve, playing with the hem of Eddie’s shirt.

“You saw me, I’m fine. You can leave.” She said under her breath, making Steve’s worried frown become deeper.

“How about you and I go to the library, get some books, then go get some ice cream? We can get cookie dough ice cream if you want. That’s your favorite, right?” Steve sat down next to her, a hand on her shoulder.

“I don’t want to go out. I’m fine. I want to be alone.”

Steve sighed. He stood up and, placing his hands on his hips, he spoke.

“Dawn, look at me.” He said with a stern - yet gentle - tone to his voice. But the girl in front of him didn’t look up. “He wouldn’t want you to be like this, you know that.”

Dawn snapped her head up at him, an angry look on her face as her eyes filled with unshed tears. “Oh yeah?” she said through her teeth.

“How do you know, huh?” She took a deep breath. “Maybe if he didn’t want me to be like this, he would’ve gone up the rope. Maybe if he didn’t want me to be like this, he wouldn’t have gone back.” She stood up and walked towards Steve. She could see that moment again, playing across her mind like a film, a film she never wanted to see again but it kept playing over and over without stopping.

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“That’s not gonna hold!” Dustin shouted as the demobats were about to destroy the door to Eddie’s room in the Upside Down.

“We gotta get out of here!” Dawn said, walking backwards and holding her shield as she did.

“Let’s go! Let’s go!” Eddie screamed as he and Dawn faced the door to protect Dustin as he climbed up the rope.

Once they heard Dustin fall into the other side, they turned to look at each other. “It’s your turn, princess,” Eddie whispered, looking her straight in the eye as she nodded and dropped her spear and shield.

Jumping up, she grabbed a hold of the rope and pulled herself up as fast as she could, losing her breath once she hit the mattress on the other side, Dustin pulling her up and off it.

“Eddie, come on!” Dustin urged, standing up next to the mattress as both he and Dawn looked up at Eddie as he dropped his weapons and jumped to grab the rope.

But, when he heard the door to his room cracking, Eddie stopped moving.

“Eddie?” Dawn said, watching Eddie turn to look at the door. “Eddie come on!” She shouted, fear marking her features.

“Eddie, you’re so close! Let’s go!” Dustin urged, jumping on the mattress.

Fear took over Dawn as she watched Eddie let go of the rope and look up at her and Dustin. “Eddie, what are you doing?!” She said quickly, going to climb the rope, but Dustin grabbed her around the waist to stop her. “Dustin, let me go! Eddie!”

She escaped Dustin’s grip and jumped on the rope, starting to pull herself up when she felt gravity taking her down. She looked up and saw Eddie with his spear in hand, moving the mattress off the floor. She looked next to her and saw the rope. He cut the rope. Eddie cut the rope.

“Munson how dare you!” She shouted at him as she stood up.

“Eddie, stop! Stop!” Dustin begged him.

“Eddie, don’t do this!” She screamed as tears started to pool in her eyes.

“I love you, princess.” He said, with a bow, then turned up to look up at them again one last time.

“Eddie, what are you doing?!” Dustin asked.

“I’m buying more time,” Eddie replied, then ran out of the trailer.

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Dawn’s breath was picking up as she stared up at Steve, glaring at him as her whole body shook from the anger she was feeling.

“If he didn’t want me to be like this, maybe he wouldn’t have left me! Maybe he-” A sob interrupted her as her shaking legs gave up and she fell to the floor.

Steve watched as Dawn kneeled on the floor, a hand covering her mouth and her other arm holding her up, back shaking as the sobs wracked her body.

“Y-you weren’t there!” She said between sobs. “You don’t know what happened, you didn’t see it!”

She continued sobbing for what felt like an eternity for her, letting out all the tears that; even though she’d cried nonstop during the past two weeks; she felt like she was crying all the tears she had saved from that day.

Steve kneeled down next to her slowly, careful not to startle her, and gently placed a hand on her back, running it up and down her spine.

“Then talk to me, Dawn,” he whispered. “Tell me what happened.”

Dawn sniffed, leaning her shoulder on Steve’s shoulder. “I… I see it happening, again and again, every day, Steve. It-it’s like I’m there again, and-and-and I just can’t take it.” She whispered.

Steve stayed quiet, allowing her to breathe her way through this, continuing to rub her back.

“It was horrible, Steve. He… he was surrounded by the bats and-and I couldn’t get to him soon enough.” She said, gaze far away, eyes glassy. “J-just a tornado of bats around him, attacking him… I saw him go down,” she sniffed, “I-I-I ran as fast as I could to get to him, but I… I just wasn’t fast enough…”

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“Eddie!” Dawn screamed as she ran, watching as a demobat wrapped its tail around Eddie’s neck, dragging him down. She could hear Dustin behind her screaming for Eddie, but the poor boy had hurt his ankle when he fell into the Upside Down, not waiting for Dawn to set up the mattress for him.

Through the screeches from the demobats, she could hear Eddie’s cries as they bit into his flesh, making her run faster than she ever run before.

Just as she was about to reach him, the demobats went all down, as if they had died at the same time. Dawn hesitated for a moment, looking at Eddie laying on the floor, not able to see his chest rising.

“No…” she whispered, “no no no no, Eddie!” She then sprinted to him, Dustin right behind her. The moment she reached him, she kneeled down and pulled his face to her, his beautiful brown eyes in pain, but the moment his eyes found hers, he smiled a blood-covered smile.

“Hello, princess.” He mumbled through his teeth, clearly in pain.

“You’re- you’re gonna be okay. We-we just have to get you up and to a hospital, okay?” She said as she pulled him up to her lap. “Dustin, help me get him up!”

“I need a minute, princess.”

“O-okay…” Dawn whispered, trying to keep her tears at bay, Dustin sitting next to her.

“I didn’t run away this time, right?” Eddie said through clenched teeth, but with a smile.

Dustin shook his head rapidly, whispering “no” over and over.

“No, baby, you didn’t run,” Dawn said through a teary chuckle.

“You’re gonna have to look after those little sheep for me, okay, Henderson?”

“No, Eddie. You’re gonna do that yourself!” Dustin said, barely able to keep himself from crying.

“Eddie we’re getting you out of here!” Dawn said, tears freely falling down her cheeks.

“Say it, Henderson” Eddie whispered.

“I’m… I’m gonna look after them,” Dustin’s voice broke as he said it.

“Thank you, man. I love you.” Eddie said, looking at Dustin.

“I love you, too.” He whispered.

Eddie then turned to Dawn, who squeezed her eyes shut as she sobbed.

“Lady Dawn…” Eddie whispered, his hand weakly looking for hers, but squeezing it tightly when he found it. “Look at me, darling.” She did, seeing Eddie’s gentle smile.

“This is our year, baby. We’re gonna graduate, and we’ll get married right after.” He said making her laugh a bit.

“Going straight to Vegas.” She replied with a broken voice.

“Getting married by an Elvis impersonator and the whole shabang.” He said as tears ran down his face.

“I love you, princess.” He whispered, eyes locked on hers as he took off one of his rings.

“I love you too, Eddie.” She whispered.

“Take this”, he said, placing the ring in her palm, not taking his eyes off of her. She nodded, taking his hand in hers and raising it to her lips, placing a gentle kiss on his knuckles.

Eddie started choking then, eyes slowly losing focus as a tear ran down the side of his face.

“No- Eddie don’t! Eddie don’t leave me!” Dawn begged him.

“No no no Eddie!” Dustin cried.

Neither of them could stop Eddie from taking his last breath, both falling on him as they cried on his chest for their lost friend and, in Dawn’s case, the love of her life.

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“He died in my arms, Steve,” she mumbled, eyes still on her hands. “He died in my arms and I couldn’t help him.”

“I…I had to leave his body down there, I couldn’t even give him a proper funeral! He’s still down there and there is nothing I can do about it!” She sniffed, and Steve turned to wrap his arms around her and bring her towards him, letting her cry into his chest as she wrapped her arms around his torso.

“And…” she sobbed, “And this fucking town still calling him a murderer when he was a fucking hero! He sacrificed himself for them, and they still think he’s a monster when he’s not!” Her voice broke. “My Eddie was sweet, funny, gentle, soft, and a hero!”

Steve kept quiet as she went on, knowing that she needed to let it out. He just rocked her back and forth slowly, running his hand through her hair.

“I just… if I only could trade places with him…” She whispered.

“How do you think he’d feel if you were gone?” Steve whispered back, “Don’t you think he’d be just as sad as you are right now?”

Dawn kept quiet after that. She knew Steve was right, but she just couldn’t find it in her to live without him in her life.

“I know you miss him, and I know his loss hurts so much, but try thinking of the happy memories you had with him, and try to think that he’d want you to live your life to the fullest.”

Pictures of Eddie went through Dawn’s mind as Steve ran his fingers through her hair. When they first met on his second time as a senior. When she started tutoring him. When he realized her favorite bands were Queen and Aerosmith. When he asked her out and took her on their first date - burgers and milkshakes. When he asked her to be his girlfriend and when he kissed her for the first time - a picnic under the stars at Lover’s Lake. All the times they cuddled under the covers after sex in his trailer… all the beautiful memories they made together that she won’t ever forget.

“And,” Steve continued in a soft tone, “you can go out there, help us destroy the Upside Down, and you can avenge him. Prove to this hellhole what kind of man Eddie really was.”

Dawn looked up at him through wet lashes, Steve looking down at her with a soft smile. “What do you say, honey?”

Sniffing, Dawn let go of Steve’s torso and stood up, wiping the tears off her face. She walked towards her vanity and grabbed one of her old necklaces, taking the charm off it. She opened a drawer and stuck her hand in, grabbing something Steve couldn’t see. She placed it inside the chain and wrapped it around her neck, turning to look at Steve.

It was then that Steve could see Eddie’s skull necklace around her neck, making him smile a bittersweet smile.

“Let’s do it.”

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pookiecowpoke · 2 years

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Some Algernon and bill, delicate and the rough. They just go perfect together ngl ٩(•̤̀ᵕ•̤́๑) make it spicccyyy

Pairing: Marion “Bill” Williamson/Algernon Wasp

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption II

Tags: Canon Divergence, Table Sex, Rough Sex, Sex as a way to cope (Kind of), Cream Pie, Dirty Talk, Possessive Behavior, Brief: period typical homosexual slur.

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2900

Comments: Honestly, when my boyfriend suggested this pairing I was fully on board from the beginning. I think Bill would totally go for Algernon. I mean come on, twinky high-class guy who is a little vain but also humble in a way, mixed with bear Williamson who has possession/jealousy issues and is a dumbass? It’s perfection. *chef kiss* I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do! And thank you Crispies for the ask!

“Oh, Bill! She left me for a postman! A postman!”

A grunt huffed from Bill’s chest as the Algernon slammed into him, his arms weakly wrapping around his shoulders. Bill was frozen, feeling the artist’s wet tears melt into his stained blue flannel. He wasn’t quite sure how to comfort the artist, but he also wasn’t complaining about being in close proximity to him. Bill inhaled deeply smelling the orchids and herbal tea on Algernon’s suit.

He had felt an attraction for the interesting curvy man the first time he had seen him at the Mayor’s party. He had spent weeks trying to woo him by traversing the swamps looking for his stupid flowers and feathers. Always leaving with a flirty pick up line that made the Algernon chuckle. God, his chuckle was so tantalizing.

Now was his chance to strike. Sure, he should feel guilty for attacking when the man was obviously not in a sane frame of thought, but Bill wasn’t known for his mercy or compassion.

“Naw, Algernon, you don’t need some Contessa or Countess, whoever she is.” Bill wrapped his strong arms around Algernon, suffocating him to his constantly sweating chest, efficiently trapping him there.

“But I loved her.” Algernon wailed pathetically and sniffled against Bill’s collarbone. God, if that whiny tone didn’t make Bill’s cock and balls ache. He rubbed a calloused hand down Algernon’s blue jacket, smearing hints of swamp grime over the pristine color.

“Well, obviously she ain’t good enough for you if she didn’t see what an amazing feller you are.” He rolled his eyes at the lie; Bill couldn't be happier that she had left him. Bill mumbled, his hand tracing down over the curve of Algernon’s back to rest at the mound of his accentuated ass.

Algernon leaned back, his moustache unkempt and eyes bloodshot. “If it was a prince I could get over it but-” A sob racked his throat and he buried his face in Bill’s shoulder again.

Bill chewed on the inside of his cheek as he creeped a hand down to cup Algernon’s ass, feeling the flesh squish under his thick calloused fingers. Algernon’s crying died down to a soft sniffle and an awkward silence filled the room. It almost made Bill back away. Almost.

“You know what cheers me up when I’m sad, Algernon?” Bill asked, his other hand curling around Algernon’s hip, pressing into the material of his corset. “I like to lay with pretty boys and make them moan.” He whispered into Algernon’s ear.

Bill tensed waiting for Algernon to slap him, maybe even run to call the nearest police officer to expose him. But Algernon did none of those things. He very calmly pulled his head from Bill’s shoulder and gave him a puzzled look. “You’re an invert?”

A wince formed on Bill’s face and he felt his ears redden from embarrassment. “Got a problem with that?” Bill shot back defensively.

Algernon reeled from the tone shift, before bringing his hands up to press against Bill’s chest. His fingers gently rubbed the soft fabric of his flannel before tilting his head. “No, I don’t rightfully believe I do, Bill.” He said softly, his eyes still red from crying.

A courage built up inside of Bill’s body at the knowledge that Algernon was at least a little bit on the homosexual side. Not that it wasn't completely obvious with how the man dressed, talked and even walked. A rumbling laugh bubbled out of Bill’s mouth as he swiftly slid both hands down to cup under Algernon’s rear before lifting him up with ease.

Algernon yelped and wrapped his legs around Bill’s midsection and snatched the opened collar of Bill’s flannel. With a snort Bill disposed Algernon on top of the tea table, knocking over the empty tray used for biscuits. Bill slapped his hands against the table on either side of Algernon leaning in toward his face. He felt like a wolf cornering a timid rabbit, and he loved it.

“When I’m done with you, you won’t even remember that countess bitch.” Bill huffed and reached up to throw his hat off somewhere in the distance. Algernon let out a surprised gasp when Bill leaned in to pepper kisses and bites along his jaw down to his puffy neck tie. “If you don’t want me to rip off your fancy clothes, I suggest you take them off, Algernon.”

“So lewd, Bill,” Algernon breathed out while reaching up to deftly loosen his tie and set it on the table beside him. His fingers danced down to unbutton his jacket, opening it to reveal a corset. Algernon let the jacket fall off his shoulders, biting his lower lip in uncertainty. He unbuttoned the top of his shirt letting the material open to show his chest. The corset was cinched up giving Algernon’s waist a deliciously curved shape that made Bill want to drool. His pecs bulged out of the top and hips swelled out of the bottom. His hands found their place over the shapely mounds mumbling about them being the best rack he’d ever seen. Algernon was a god sent to walk on the human plane.

And Algernon was all his for the taking.

His delicate hands reached up, running through Bill’s thick beard before pulling him for a sweet kiss. Bill melted, his thoughts going blank as he shut his eyes. One of his hands trailed down to Algernon’s lower thigh, urging it up to wrap around his hip, while the other felt its way into the curve of his waist.

Algernon tilted his head and parted his lips letting Bill’s tongue dive into his mouth. Notes of honey and mint swirled over Bill’s taste buds as Algernon’s tongue passed over them. Pressing his growing erection into Algernon’s groin, Bill groaned into the kiss and plucked Algernon’s monocle off of his face. He pulled back to gasp for air, chuckling as Algernon’s pale face turned a bright pink. “You won’t need this.”

“And these, my my..” Bill rumbled and rubbed one of his rough thumb pads over the pert nipples peeking out from the unbuttoned shirt. They were heavenly soft and the skin was such a gentle pink, that Bill had a desire to bite them until they were a violent red. Algernon moaned softly, his back arching and making their groins rub together.

“B-Bill, t-those are sensitive,” Algernon wheezed as Bill licked his lips.

“Good. Even more proof you need a man to put ya in your place.” Bill huffed and leaned down, his scratchy beard brushing over them before he latched on to one and rolled the bud between his teeth. Algernon wailed and wove his fingers through Bill’s hair tugging encouragingly on the thick locks.

God, it felt good to reduce a man of such beauty to a mess.

Bill laved his tongue over the nipple before turning his attention to its twin. He gave it a sharp bite before soothing it over with a sloppy kiss. His hands massaged Algernon’s hips and felt over the details of the blue and gold corset. Algernon’s small delicate noises spurred Bill on, giving the hardened buds attention until the pink color had changed to a beating red.

Pulling back in satisfaction, Bill looked at Algernon’s face to judge how he was holding up. Algernon’s head was tilted back, his eyes squinted shut and mouth hanging open like he was experiencing the most pleasure he had ever felt. Smirking in pride, Bill stood upright, skimming his hands up and down Algernon’s pant legs as he rolled his hips.

“Ya think if I fucked you hard enough I could pop that corset of yours off?” Bill gripped the material of Algernon’s pants and pulled it down enough to unbutton the fly. Algernon sputtered as if he was trying to tell Bill something, but froze as Bill yanked his pants down. “Oh.”

Algernon didn’t wear a union suit under his outfit, no, no, Bill was greeted with a set of laced undergarments bulging from the artist’s erection. “Well, ain’t that a pleasant surprise.”

“It’s too hot to wear a union suit! And they are so dreadful!” Algernon defended only for Bill to shrug and roughly cup his laced groin.

“Sounds to me like you just like being a petite dame.” His thumbs hooked into the fabric that cut into Algernon’s hips, sliding it down until his cock punched out. “It suits you though. Never seen a day's work in your life, makes sense you’d want to wear this and get bred by a real man.” Bill snickered and tossed Algernon’s undergarments over his shoulder to join his hat on the floor.

“Bill…” Algernon whined, cock twitching and leaking a bead of precum. “I’m usually not so vulgar, but I need you to fuck me right now.”

“As if you had a say in it, Princess.” Bill snorted and grabbed Algernon’s legs pulling them up to rest against his chest, forcing him to lay back against the table. Calloused hands roughly grabbed at the flesh of Algernon’s thighs as Bill pushed his clothed bulge against Algernon’s ass. His dick flexed wanting so badly to be buried in Algernon’s sweet body.

“Do- do you have slick? I-I haven’t done this in a while.” Algernon’s voice was breathless, his fingers coming up to play with his tits.

“In a while? Who else have you laid down for? Of course I know what the fuck I’m doin’.” Bill grumbled, reaching to one of the pouches on his gun belt. He pulled out a tube of gun oil and slathered the oil onto his fingers before reaching between them to circle Algernon’s entrance.

His middle finger pushed in without hesitation making Algernon’s moan. Bill worked quickly to add another finger, curling them to rub against the node of nerves. Algernon nearly screamed, his body spasming and eyes screwing shut. “Oh good heavens, Bill. I said I want you to fuck me already, please.” He demanded and dropped one of his legs down to pull Bill closer.

“Shit, I didn’t realize how much of a whore you were.” Bill withdrew his fingers, giving his ass a quick slap making Algernon yelp. Bill made quick work of unbuckling his gun belt and unbuttoning his pants, his uncut dick emerged from a forest of thick black hair, aching for action. Bill wiped the oil on his hand onto his dick before putting just a little more oil on the shaft. Pulling back the foreskin, Bill bumped the head against Algernon’s pucker. “Ready prissy bitch?”

“Yes, how many times do I have to tell you- AH!” Algernon’s attitude dissolved instantly into a groan as Bill shoved half of his cock in without warning. Bill huffed and tilted his head back. Damn was Algernon tight and warm, his body constricting around Bill like a vice.

Bill rubbed up and down Algernon’s leg soothingly before he grasped his hip in a punishing grip and pulled out only to force the rest of his length in. Pain radiated through Algernon’s body but he whined in bliss anyway, with his manicured fingernails scraping along the table top.

After wiping the sweat from his brow, Bill reached down to massage his own balls, giving them a squeeze that made his dick twitch. “I’m going to fuck the life out of you.” Bill snarled, pulling his hand away from his balls to wrap a hand around Algernon’s pink cock. “You’re not allowed to cum until I say, got that?” Bill’s thumb swiped over the head to collect some precum before bringing it to his lips to taste.

“Ngh- we’ll see if you can even get me to cum.” Algernon gave a weak smile, his pupils blown out and eyes half lit. Bill chuckled darkly and locked both hands onto Algernon’s hips, planting his boots firmly on the ground.

“We’ll see for sure.”

Just as Bill pulled his hips back to push back in, the door to the greenhouse opened. “Mr. Wasp? Are you here?”

Bill gave Algernon the most wicked look and slowly pushed into him, letting his cock spear his insides. Algernon panicked, about to sit up before he went limp, his head lolling to the side and hand coming up to muffle a moan. Bill leaned down, forcing the leg on his shoulder to press into Algernon’s midsection. “Better say something before they come all the way in.” Bill whispered harshly with the most devilish smirk he could muster.

Algernon gulped and grabbed Bill’s flannel, trying to clear his throat. “S-sorry! I’m closed at the moment! Come back l-AH-ter.”

“Are you okay, Mr. Wasp?” The customer called and started to walk towards them.

With an exaggerated eye roll, Bill thrusted his hips and barked over his shoulder. “Ya got sawdust in yer ears?! The man said he was closed,” he quietly snickered and looked down at their joined bodies. “Well, his legs definitely ain’t.”

“Bill, don’t be so rud-ngh!” Algernon clenched his jaw shut as the outlaw rolled his hips slowly, making his dick drag and pull on his insides. After the customer left with an indignant huff, Algernon grabbed Bill’s cheeks and kissed him sloppily on the mouth. His composure had crumbled leaving a touch-starved wanton man in its wake.

Bill curled his tongue on the inside of Algernon’s mouth, flicking it against his as their teeth clacked together. One of Bill’s hands cradled Algernon’s thigh to his chest while the other wove around the thigh locked over his hip. “I can’t wait to pump my load into ya, have ya dripping for days afterward.”

Algernon nodded absently, his face flushed and mouth parted. His lips were already turning a bruised color from the kissing, which made Bill’s balls ache and cock pulse. Spurred by how blissed out Algernon was, Bill started a rhythmic pace. His dick sliding in smoothly and ending with a buck of his hips before pulling out sharply. Algernon’s back curved beautifully as his arms flung above his head to grip the edge of the table.

Each jerk of Bill’s hips made Algernon gasp and his tits bounce. Bill watched through half lidded eyes before the pressure in his groin became too much, and he increased the speed at which he entered Algernon. This pulled a more strangled noise from the artist and his leg tightened around Bill.

“Oh-oh Bill it’s so good- hmmm! M-More, please!” Algernon had tears welling in his eyes.

“Tell me ya want it. You want my filthy cock buried in ya. No one else’s, just mine.” Bill snarled while humping into Algernon like a dog. The table rocked loudly against the floor as Bill waited for a response out of the moaning mess under him. He felt ready to burst, and from the way Algernon’s cock dripped precum down the shaft and his inner walls tightened up, Bill guessed he was close as well. “I’m waitin’, bitch.”

Bill swatted a hand over one of Algernon’s soft round tits, making the upper class man whine. “Oh fuck! Please Bill I want you to cum in me. Please, please! You’re the only one!”

“Yessss, good slut.” Bill moaned, pistoling his hips in and out, frothing the precum and gun oil in Algernon’s channel. Euphoria hit, making his head swim and chest heave as the thought of finally having Algernon tipped him over. With two thrusts that made Algernon’s teeth clack together, Bill came. A low groan rumbled out of his chest, some spit flying between his clenched teeth, but Bill didn’t stop thrusting until his balls stopped aching.

Bill didn’t realize he had collapsed on top of Algernon until the smaller man slurred that he was flexible but his leg couldn’t hold that position for long. Bill pushed himself off the warm body, nearly stumbling as he looked at the mess on Algernon. He had cum over his own corset and drool ran down his cheek. “Goddamn, I gotta say you look better as a needy whore covered in cum rather than an uptight city bitch.”

As his flaccid cock pulled out of Algernon’s winking hole, Bill watched it intensely. Cum dripped down onto the floor creating a puddle under the table. Bill licked his lips and smeared his dirty cock head over the gaping hole he carved before he grabbed Algernon’s puff tie to wipe his dick off and tuck it away.

After throwing the tie away, Bill planted a few sweet kisses from Algernon’s chest up to his neck. “How does my Princess feel now? Hmm? Liked being fucked by a big man? Told ya you didn’t need that Contessa whore.” Bill’s voice was rough and his chest still heaved as he tried to catch his breath.

Bill swept a stray hair out of Algernon’s face and picked up his monocle, smearing the glass with his finger tips. He placed it on Algernon’s face making the disheveled artist chuckle and mumble a ‘thank you’.

“How about we get you cleaned up? I could use a drink right about now.” Bill suggested while holding his hand out for Algernon to take.

“I can brew some tea, just let me get my balance back.” Algernon hummed while taking Bill’s hand and sitting upright. Bill almost groaned in disgust. Tea was not his idea of a drink.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #bill williamson #Algernon wasp #fanfic #rarepair asks #my writing #smut

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flydotnet · 7 months

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Noli Me Tangere

WHUMPTOBER 2023, DAY 17: “You’re the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest.” Collar | Touch Aversion | “Leave me alone.”

I wrote like the two first paragraphs while at work like a month ago, and then didn't touch it until today. Wow, past Fly, very useful of you! Well, at least, I had the idea on a silver plater. Skipping the brainstorming part was nice ngl.

It didn't mean I didn't struggle with it though lmao, because I did. For some reason, my brain's been somewhere else altogether today, so stringing thoughts interesting enough for this fic has been hard for no reason whatsoever. I hope tomorrow will go better!

Anyway, I love those two's relationship so much, man, I wish more people would write them more - especially platonically, there's little of that out there, sad.

For some reason, the quote prompt + "touch aversion" felt like such a Nitta combo to me, I had to slap him onto those prompts so bad. Maybe that's why I ended up sticking to my guns harder than I thought I would!

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Noli Me Tangere

Summary: Urabe knows something's up with his teammate, but he's still got to find out why - no matter what, because he's the captain and he intends on upholding that, thank you very much. Unfortunately, Nitta is just as stubborn as he is, and isn't about to let him see what's so ugly with him, apparently.

Fandom: Captain Tsubasa (it's canon-compliant too!)

Word Count: 1.5K words

AO3 version available here.

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Hanji has always tried to be a good senpai, he really has. And you know what? He really thinks he isn’t half-bad at that. He has the pseudo-big bro vibes that being one requires, for some reason (most likely his tenure as a captain, twice over) and he has a sense of responsibilities he carries to this day as a player, future tofu shop heir and national winner in his own right (kind of).

So why the hell does his junior refuse to talk to him about anything ever that isn’t bragging rights about his shooting ability?

Nitta’s always been a bit difficult to handle, to be honest. He always rushes ahead without thinking much and relies solely on being fast, good at what he does, and maybe his bonds with most of the team. He didn’t worry about it nearly enough when they were in middle school, but now that age has sobered the both of them, Hanji’s starting to grow somewhat concerned of the brazen attitude.

Maybe that’s what growing into a brother figure means. It’s starting to see untreated bruises on his junior’s arms and legs, risen cuts and dark rings not even exams could justify, and the barely contained urge to do something about it. He’s now regretting keep his instincts in check, because it’s not helped anything; damn, it may have made things worse, actually, right under his watch.

However, Nitta is the sort of guy you don’t ask about this sort of things. Not only is he not going to reply, he’s also just going to say “whatever” and continue as if having so many untreated small injuries wasn’t going to worry people. Even Nakazawa’s warm kindness and Nishimoto’s sharp eyes (not to mention the patience they both have) haven’t gotten him to open up about anything – well, at least, it means it’s not personal.

That’s the only silver lining with this situation that feels like a heavy balloon that’s slowly been swelling in the background, under their eyes yet still somewhat out of view. The lack of care hasn’t gotten any better, because of course it didn’t. Why would it have? If Nitta has issues with self-care or… worse, God forbid, then not doing anything about it wouldn’t change anything, let alone make things better.

Whatever, this was then and now is now, and Hanji’s tired of playing sitting duck with a guy who can’t even admit to feeling sick on a good day.

Today’s worse than what came before it because, to put it as bluntly as one could: Nitta looks like he shouldn’t be nowhere near a school. He didn’t look good earlier this week, swaying on his feet whenever he wasn’t leaning on anything, head heavy on his neck and a lot – and he means, a lot – of throat clearing. Even his running felt slow, sluggish even, and that should’ve been enough to cause a strategic meeting to know how to deal with the situation. (They didn’t end up doing anything).

Even now, he finds his old pal zoning out near the clubroom, sometimes coming in and out of there, all without any semblance of a reason why he’d do that. He decides now’s a better time than never – and corners his own friend in the clubroom, having entrusted Kishida and the managers to keep everyone else out. The guy must know something’s going on, considering the tension in his shoulders.

“Hey, Nitta, what’s wrong?” Hanji asks, as nonchalant as he usually comes.

“Leave me alone,” he spits back out almost immediately.

Maybe Hanji’s not a good actor, (he really isn’t, actually), but still…

“That’s a weird way to reply to that.”

“I’m fine. Leave me alone, Captain.”

The mere use of that name rings an alarming bell inside Hanji. How long ago was it when Nitta stopped calling him that, for obvious reasons?

“You’re sure about that? You’ve not been lookin’ good these past few days, man.” He stops for a moment, for once calculating a move (it doesn’t come naturally). “Everything’s fine at home?”

Now that he has time to look at him, it’s obvious Nitta isn’t fine: his skin’s ashen, his eyes are just unfocused enough for that to be creepy, and good God is everything about him slow and achy just to look at. It’s a wonder how he’s not in fucking bed. In fact, it’s almost amazing how Hanji has never seen someone want to lie down so badly yet refuse to do so this stubbornly. He really is stupid at times.

“Yeah, it’s all good,” Nitta finally replies after a long pause. “Why?”

Hanji steps forward, but he gets greeted by a step backward. No dice, no surprise.

“You don’t look like it, honestly. If you’re sick, you should be at home, Nitta. Not here practicing.”

“I’m fine, I tell you!” He proceeds to cough, very harshly, into his fist.

“You don’t sound like it either.” Hanji puffs his chest in hopes that a leader will be more convincing. “Just… This isn’t against you, y’know. I’m just worried.”

He tries to once more get closer, and when he does, he uses a moment of lull in Nitta’s reflexes to try and make sure he doesn’t have a fever – but he ducks under and, back against the wall, glares right at him with nothing short of feral eyes.

“Don’t touch me!!” He screeches, once again devolving in coughing.

It’s bad, really bad; and the fact Hanji gets to rub his back as the fit drags on is nothing short of a sign nothing’s right.

“Are you okay?” He asks as soon as it ends.

Nitta actually has to take a moment to recover his breath, and when it does, it’s taken him a visible amount of effort. Poor guy’s spent.

“Kinda,” he answers with a voice much hoarser than before. “Okay, maybe I don’t. I feel like shit, senpai.”

Hanji gets his hands further, as he no longer needs to cross a boundary.

“Why would you to class in such a state anyway?”

His junior’s gaze suddenly sharpens, as if turned on.

“I need to show everyone I’m reliable, and a reliable player’s always here for the team,” he replies without delay.

It explains a lot, considering how stubborn and adamant on being a good successor Nitta has always been. The sentiment, on the other hand, and quite hypocritically so on his end, is scary. If he can put an end to it before it turns into the shitshows guys like Tsubasa, Misaki and… well, Hanji himself, he realizes. Goddammit, he’s been a terrible role model all along, hasn’t he?

“I admire the sentiment, really, but it doesn’t really work that way. You’re just a burden when you’re sick.” Shit phrasing. “Uh, what I mean to say is, when you’re sick, all you need to do is to rest and not worry about the team. That’s what being responsible and reliable also is, you need to know your limits. You catch me?”

“I getcha, yeah.”

There’s actual relief on Nitta’s shoulders, who’ve dropped far lower than before, and his entire posture has relaxed immensely – which is a relief to Hanji as well, of course.

Still, and unfortunately, there’s… one last question he needs to ask, before he can let his friend go and get the rest he deserves.

“Also, your parents let you go to school in that state?”

“They’re, uh… they’re not at home right now,” Nitta replies with too low of a voice, closer to a confession than anything else.

Oh, fuck, right. His parents are always on the move. How did he forget that?

“What the…? Do you need a place to crash at? My pop and mom wouldn’t mind.”

“N-no, it’s fine…” He sighs. “Actually, I… dunno. I just wanna sleep…”

The boundary’s been set, Hanji, don’t breach it again. Even if it’s tempting.

“Do you want a place to sleep, then?”

“Maybe… Shit, I… just dunno, man…”

Nitta rubs his eyes before coughing again, which means it’s time for a good, final decision; and Hanji knows just want to do, even if it won’t please his reluctant comrade, it’ll have to do. It’s the right thing for him, after all.

“Okay, now that we’ve gotten that over with, I’m asking Sugimoto to drop you at the infirmary and—”

“Captain, no, I—”

“—and you won’t put up a fight. You’re doing bad as is.”

Nitta deflates, the sickly red hue of his cheeks growing just slightly brighter.

“Unless you want another escort?”

“N-no, Sugimoto’s… fine, I guess,” he gulps, eyes darting aside. “I just don’t wanna… go there.”

An endeared sigh escapes him. Aw…

“Nobody wants to see the infirmary, Nitta. It’s just for your own good, y’know?”

“Yeah, I know, I know…”

“I’m sorry, Urabe, I’m… I’m s’pposed to know better, right?”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Just don’t come back here until you’re healthy enough again.”

“Gotcha.”

Slowly, without a single touch, he walks his junior out of the clubroom and, soon enough, in the trusted hands of their youngest manager.

For some reason, he has the feeling this isn’t going to go as smoothly as he wishes it would…

#whumptober 2023 #no.17 #touch aversion #“leave me alone”#captain tsubasa #fic

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singingcookie · 3 years

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2020 Fic Writing Review

I got tagged by @amynchan! I’m a little worried this is gonna be,,,a smidge disappointing, all things considered but 😅 What’re gonna do it’s what happens when you prioritize an in-progress fic

Total number of stories (completed/WIPs):

Completed: 4 😅 WIPs: 1 published and in progress, 1 shelved, 2 on pause Fandoms written in: Boku No Hero Academia

The completed fics this year are: Footing the Bill, Dance Dance...Resolution?, Separation Anxiety, The Hunger for Survival, and Drops of Jupiter (Ch.15-31 only)

Total Word Count: 133,549

Tagging: Pretty much everyone I would normally tag has already been tagged so 😅 If any mutuals or followers wanna do it feel free to and tag me so I can see please

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected?

Definitely less for sure...I feel like a lot may have happened in the stories I put out but actual writing-wise it’s definitely a lower word count over all. Again, happens when I’m prioritizing one story over others I suppose...

What’s your own favorite story of the year?

Gotta say The Hunger for Survival. It was a very sporadic choice to write on my part, but I just have a lot of feelings attached to it for sure.

Did you take any writing risks this year?

Hmmm nothing I feel like that was...too wild or crazy? Separation Anxiety was my first foray into Kiribaku and writing Kiri’s pov, but Idk if I’d say that’s a risk. There’s for sure risks with DoJ but there’s just too much to list lol. Going more gen than shippy, touching on the League, trying to trick my audience into thinking one thing while actually leaning the opposite way...

Do you have any fanfic goals for the new year?

I’m hoping to increase my general output this year. Since I started DoJ I don’t feel willing to try writing much else, and I think that’s been bumming me out to think about. I also want to, at least, match my chapter output of 2019 before 2021 is over!

Best story of the year?

Apparently Dance, Dance...Resolution? I’ve gotten a lot of people praising this one. Much more than I would have anticipated considering the content. It was really fun to write though and, apparently, a lot of people enjoyed it more than expected.