#my hair is REFUSING to stay in the middle part but OH WELL

[literallyneurodivergentandaminor]

kinder egg.

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[honeydippedwaffles]

Smallest Drop - Part 2

Summary: Seeing as part one went well, I present to you the continuation but this time, from Astarion's point of view. Thank you all so much for your support. It makes me so happy to know the fandom is enjoying my work.

He honestly doesn't know what Tav wants from him or why she keeps stirring weird emotions in him and she only further confuses when she presents him with a thoughtful gift.

There will be a part 3. Tav is not mentioned by name.

Content Warnings: She/Her Tav

Word Count: 2.2k words

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Astarion never considered himself particularly lucky but he knew how to adapt to situations beyond his control – keep himself alive and everything. He’d proven himself to be talented enough to seduce well, just about anyone.

Just about anybody it would seem but not a single member of the strangest group imaginable, also known as the one he’d chosen to travel with.

Because luck would mean the most frustrating woman in the world would be the one he aimed to… shall he say, convince about the benefits of staying close to his side.

Oh, she wasn’t exactly immune to his charms. He could see the effects when he moved close to her and her lips curled into a natural smile, attention flickering to him in anticipation of what he wanted to say. She brushed against his shoulder whenever she wanted to pass and laughed at his snide remarks.

All the things that he would usually consider a success; a sign he’d managed to win her heart in some form.

But then, she also went and did the absolute opposite.

Instead of pulling him aside in the camp when he offered and allowing him to drag his lips along her throat, she dragged him into the middle of the group to socialize. She leaned into his touches and then ran off to help save another puppy or whatever else caught her attention.

It annoyed Astarion because he knew she liked him but he didn’t know what she wanted from him. They’d spent one evening together and she appeared keen on more but then rather spent her nights teaching an owlbear how to sit.

Admittedly, a very cute pastime but still.

She ran a bath for him, washed his hair, and then promptly left him alone in the water instead of joining him for some fun. If he understood, he could easily provide but she made the first part infuriatingly difficult.

“Alright,” he said after she’d caught him staring into a blank mirror and spurned agitation in him by reminding him that he didn’t, in fact, know what colour his eyes once were. “Tell me what you see when you look at me. Surely you can describe my appearance well enough.”

She giggled and put a hand to her chin, as though considering. “I think we’d be sitting here the whole night if I did that. You’re so pretty, it’s unfair.”

Pride curled hot in his chest and his irritation simmered. Amazing how easily she managed to do such a thing. “Oh? Then name your favourite.”

She reached out to brush a strand of hair away from his face, freezing only when the action had already startled both of them. Astarion wondered why she stopped for only a second before he realised he’d shifted away from the touch, a movement done on instinct rather than thought.

Shit. That wasn’t going to help him.

She dropped her hand as though nothing happened. “I refuse to believe becoming a vampire changed you that much. There’s no way you weren’t this gorgeous before.”

She knew how to appeal to his vanity and the strangest thing about it was, he didn’t feel as though she did it on purpose. Her ceaseless flattery came naturally to her.

“It’s been over two hundred years since I last saw it and memories fade.”

A lie but not an important one. He remembered everything since the day he woke up in his coffin, panicked and struggling to breath though he didn’t need to. The pain of transforming, the agony of starvation, and unending confusion. Nothing slipped away and he hated it. Despised how the memories shoved their way forward.

But for now, he refused to think of them and instead waited to see what she thought of. She pressed her lips together tightly before she spoke.

“The first thing I noticed when I met you were your eyes. They’re red, obviously, but they’re also strong and piercing. You also get these crinkles beside them when you laugh.”

Again with the strangest compliments. Still, he took them in his stride this time. “That’s better. What else?”

“The way you smile. It’s dangerous and sharp but occasionally, genuine. It’s enough to charm anybody, I would say.”

He offered her a smile in response, pleased with the praise. He preened beneath her pretty words and happily took the knowledge close to heart. Meaningless flattery had always been one of his favourite things.

“Now just tell me I’m beautiful and we’ll call it a day.”

She laughed and tilted her head to the side. “You’re beautiful. I thought that much was obvious.”

But something in the way she said it ruined everything. She took the most boring compliment of the lot and meant it deeper than all the others. The teasing tone easily exposed the truth and the pride disappeared, replaced by something he couldn’t quite pinpoint.

“Thank you,” he said. “Now was there any real reason for you to make your way over here?”

She didn’t really want anything but he’d almost expected it. Everything she found on their journey eventually got shared with him and today, she spoke about some woman’s letter she’d found. Nothing important.

Astarion thought that would be the end of it.

He continued to flatter her to make sure she always preferred him above their other companions and was rewarded when she continued to seek him out first. An entirely selfish action truly but she offered him a path forward.

The others had their strengths but something about her united them the best. If a chance existed where he could retain this ability to stand in the sun, he had no doubt she would be his best way there.

Even if she did insist on carrying about so much nonsense she found whenever they went out and helped every person with the smallest problems.

But then she found an empty book lying on the floor somewhere and she immediately began staring at him whenever it was open, scribbling away inside but always staring at him over the edges. Every time he offered her a quizzical glance, she smiled and continued with whatever she was doing.

She showed it to Wyll and Gale a few times but never brought it over for him to see.

Of course, if Astarion really wanted to, he could find what waited in those pages easily.

The parasite provided an easy path forward but she would know he wanted something when he dug around in her head. He didn’t sleep most nights but she rested deeply; deeply enough to allow a vampire to drink from her throat without even waking her like the true fool she was.

She knew, even laughed when he complimented her the next morning, but never once complained, just told him he was welcome back whenever.

Originally, he thought she may be too trusting but he learned quickly how wrong that assumption was. She didn’t believe most of the people who tried to sway her to their side; straightened her back and glared when they tried to trick her and often even stood between them and her companions.

Which meant, somehow, he’d earned her trust.

Ridiculously stupid as it was for her to trust him, he didn’t want to lose the privilege and so he left her book alone until the next time she spent too long staring over its top.

“I do hope you’re writing something fun in those pages,” he said. “If you let me read them, I’m sure we can make them happen.”

She laughed at the suggestion. “No, it’s nothing like that. I’m just trying to draw you.”

He lowered his goblet a little in confusion, unsure how to respond to such a thing. “Draw me?”

“Well, you complained so much about not being able to see yourself in the mirror so I thought this would be the next best option. Come here and I’ll show you.”

She patted the spot on the ground beside her but Astarion didn’t move. Of all the things he’d expected from her, he hadn’t anticipated a recall of the strange conversation from before. Certainly not for her to have spent several days on such a thing.

“Come on,” she welcomed him. “I’m not horrible at art, I promise.”

He shook off the surprise and forced a laugh. “My apologies, I got distracted watching those adorable cheeks of yours flush. It’s absolutely delicious to see the way the sun burns your skin.”

“Oh, that wasn’t the sun,” she said. “If you’re talking about this.” She twisted a little so he could see a deeper red mark on her chest and where it curled over her shoulder. “You know the chest I kept fiddling with beneath the grove? Turns out it was trapped but don’t worry, Shadowheart promised it would fade with time.”

He honestly hadn’t been speaking of anything but he found himself annoyed at her for a reason he couldn’t pinpoint. “Well, I suppose that’s what you must deal with when you’re obsessed with looting everything we come across.”

“It’s profitable,” she teased. “Now do you want to see what I’m drawing or not?”

He took his time to saunter over and sink into a relaxed seat beside her. The sun had begun to set and its final rays danced over her skin as she shifted closer, leg brushing against his own as she turned the pages to him.

“It’s not perfect,” she warned. “You’re not an easy person to capture on the page but it’s something.”

True to her words, the book had been filled with sketches from the front to the back. Some crude and others detailed but every single one was of him. Close ups, full bodies, and even a few in action with daggers drawn. Had she truly drawn them from memory alone?

“I keep getting frustrated when they don’t come out right,” she said. She leaned back so she was lying against the grass, attention on the sky. “I’ve asked the others but they can’t tell what I’m doing wrong either. They’re just not right.”

He turned the pages slowly, not sure how he should respond to a gift like this.

Seeing his face showed truth to her words. He hadn’t changed awfully much in these years. The great care put into this though… she’d spent ages detailing his hair on others and even put dapples of sunlight over others from when they’d been travelling through the forest.

They didn’t have many hobbies to pass the time while travelling (not unless you counted Lae’zel who appeared to be collecting more and more heads as they continued on) but this must have taken so much of her waking hours.

The emotion that crept up his throat was unwelcome and difficult to recognise. It made his unbeating heart twist uncomfortably and he immediately snapped the book shut.

She nudged him to get his attention. “Well? What do you think? We can hire a professional when we reach a bigger city but it’s a temporary solution.”

He forced the smile and it felt wrong. “I doubt even a professional will capture me right. It’s as you said, difficult to capture perfection.”

She laughed. “I’ll try again tomorrow but with our plans, I think you’re going to be in a foul mood and I don’t want to draw you when you’re sulking.”

“Me? Sulk? I couldn’t possibly imagine why when you’re making me trudge through a swamp.”

She grinned and for a second, the briefest moment, he felt something tug on his chest when he looked at her. Fondness. His panic flared immediately and he turned his gaze away, uncomfortable suddenly with the attention she lavished upon him.

Curse her and her ridiculous book. Yet another strange aspect of her life – one that tempted him to flee in the middle of the night and never return to this group and their insistence on helping people.

But he knew he couldn’t. He couldn’t give up the safety provided by them yet.

“I’ll be happy to take this off your hands darling,” he said to her, holding up the book. “Keep it safe and make sure it doesn’t disappear in the night.”

“You will not. It’s mine until I get at least one drawing of you right and then you can have it.”

He leaned over her, placing one hand on the ground beside her hip. “Wouldn’t you rather the real thing? We can make some references for more enticing artwork in the future.”

She stared at him, briefly frozen as he drifted a faint touch over her thigh. The flare of lust in her eyes made him comfortable again. This was something he understood. An emotion he recognised. She still wanted him; she must if she spent all this time trying to draw him.

She moved closer and her breath brushed over his cheeks, her eyes locked on his.

He waited, about to close the gap, when she suddenly kissed him on the nose, grabbed the book from his hand, and rolled away with a laugh.

Astarion was left blinking as she tucked the book into her pouch.

“I’ll let you have it when I’m done but that does sound like fun. Unfortunately, this evening though, I managed to talk Wyll into giving me some dance lessons so I’m booked. You should join if you feel up to it.”

He huffed and tried not to let the strange jealousy return as she ducked away towards the others.

Taglist: @rosenightwings , @tragicdruid , @bloopthebat , @venus-wrts

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate astarion #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader

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[beiasluv]

sully boys walked on you changing 😳

a/n: i am out of ideasss, lmk if you have some :) anyways, enjoy! :)

masterlist

although the na’vis are not known for their coverage in clothing pieces, they have a time for changing things up.

i swear they are putting so much trust in their piece of clothing, like neytiri’s top is holding on for its dear life.

jake (2009)

“hey, y/n um- OM MY FUCKING-“

“HEY! JAKE GET THE FUCK OUT!” you covered your bare chest and turned away from him. “GET OUT! LEARN HOW TO KNOCK FOR MY SAKE!”

“so- sorry!”

“GO!”

“y- yes! going now,” he closed the curtain slowly.

“no peaking!”

stares a moment before going out the tent. he is doing that shOOk face before collecting his senses.

definitely smirking to himself behind the curtain

jake is definitely a sweet guy and a consent king, but he can’t help himself sometimes, y’know. getting those free views is not something he’ll see everyday, might as well take advantage of it.

he tries to kill his thoughts but those pictures flash over and over he had to beat himself to it.

definitely have to bonk his head to get some senses back. he’ll be so flirty at first, but he’ll become so shy afterwards

definitely thinking about you before going to bed. he’ll be a drunk person in love, imagining your embrace during the nights.

tails wagging and everything when he daydream about you.

can’t even look at you in the eyes for a week, i guess. he was so ashamed but he can’t help himself teasing you of it 😈

the sweetest boy 100% tho. he’ll even comfort you.

“hey, y/n, i know i can be a wuss sometimes but you don’t have to be embarrassed to me. I know i’m an idiot but you have a really sweet body, don’t think i am a creep, but i think every part of you is perfect, and i mean it,” he tucked a hair behind your ear.

neteyam

his father’s son 100% a flirty boy

“y/n, i was wondering- OH HOLY- nice views”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, GET OUT!”

“okay, okay, going now, you should wear that more, or should i say i like it off,” he snickered behind the curtains.

“YOU- son of a- please, get out!”

he is so sweet about it tho. he’ll apologize afterwards 🥺

he’ll hug you whenever he can 100% and shower you with comforting words. maybe he can shower you with seductive compliments *AHEM*

“i know I’m an idiot, y/n, but you are so cute for me, and i mean it, okay?” “never let anyone sees you like that, because you are my little potato and mine.”

but neteyam being neteyam, he’ll throw out a joke afterwards like

“next time call me, I’ll help you change.” *wink* *wink*

he’ll daydream about the scene that flashed against his eyes, he wouldn’t complain about it. just basically dozed off in the middle of the day, drooling and everything, and people around him were worried asf. “tf is wrong with his dude.”

wanders to those deep dark waters that he know he shouldn’t go there. definitely cringe at himself and smack some senses back.

then he always learned how to shout before going in, which other people thinks it’s weird why he started doing it now, after all these years.

when he knows you are inside he’ll never miss a chance to tease you.

“hey, y/n! watch out for a handsome boy going in, he might see some views.”

“oh, shut up.”

lo’akkk

my boyyyy, he is flustered to the flustered

“y/n, i wanted to ask- AH- WHAT-“

“OH MY GOODNESS, please, get out!”

“I’m so sorry!”

his face is so red that people walking past the tent would ask if he is okay💀 he’ll be so flustered he couldn’t even answer them.

people got worried so they called jake to see💀

“lo’ak! what happened, did you do something?” he grabbed his son and shook him.

“no-nothing dad! let me go!” he refused to stay in his embrace.

“then tell me what happened!”

“MR.SULLY, HE SAW ME CHANGING! IT’S NOT HIS FAULT!” you quickly got out of the tent. lo’ak’s face turned even redder and his body’s temperature is rising rapidly.

the fact that, I am telling you, jake died laughing inside. he was like- “HUH” and then “HAHAHSHSHHA”

lo’ak couldn’t be more embarrassed, but he was met with your comforting words later on. you went to see him in his tent alone, choosing wisely to bring a shawl to cover your shoulder

“hey, lo’ak, are you feeling better?” you placed your hand on his shoulder. “look, i’m sorry-“

“no, please, i should be the one apologizing,” he turned to look at you, instinctively looking down first but panicked and looked up. “I’m sorry for reacting like that, your body made me think things i never imagined- BRAH EW WHAT DID I JUST SAY.”

“it’s okay,” you giggled. “glad i can help.”

“NO- I SWEAR I AM NOT A CREEP!”

“YOU ARE MY CREEPER,” a peck on his lips. muah.

today’s a great day to try something new! and take care! 🤍

@rosaryos / @bumblinbumblvee / @loudcolorwolfgarden / @nyotamalfoy / @fangirl-2610 / @astablacksword / @lokisblueskin

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[hey-august]

I like to think Buggy’s entire sleeping situation is beyond weird and takes a while to get used to. Personally a big fan of the “he detaches while sleeping” headcanon and sprinkling my own brand of alight angst in there by making that clown touch starved and only being able to sleep well when he’s cuddling his own head like a morbid teddy bear. Of course as soon as someone else enters the mix it gets weirder because he cannot kick the habit of wanting something to cuddle, so he likes to spoon his so, but he also can’t keep his head comfortably on his shoulders most nights and detaches it anyways, which sometimes means he gets spooned by SO holding his own head or he is the big spoon to his SOs little spoon to his own heads littlest spoon. There are so many opportunities for weird situations with his detachable parts it’s just a joy to think about (As well as the fluff potential of Buggy realizing that this is something his partner actively loves about him, to be able to hold onto his Torso and listen to his heartbeat even when he’s already getting up. To be able to become the world’s comfiest body pillow by carefully detaching body parts to hold them just right. The ability to wake up next to them and float over to their side of the bed to see them peacefully sleeping, it’s one of the first times he actively enjoys his powers)

Nooo, Buggy cuddling his own head is so adorable and so bittersweet.

That is the cutest, though, and a wonderful way to not have him honking and snoring in your ear the entire night. Falling asleep every night to his head cradled against your chest, the feel of his soft hair on your skin, and your lips pressed to the crown of his head. Or drifting away to his body nestled against yours, arms wrapped around his waist, and his head in the right place for you to caress his cheek.

No pins and needles in his arms when you want to rest your head on his shoulder or his chest. The opposite also works - Buggy would try different ways to segment his body so he can curl up to you without pinching any nerves.

Some nights he’ll slip a hand in yours, just to have that connection. You wake up in the morning, palms a little sweaty and fingers entwined.

Buggy will give you a leg to hold between yours, which makes your hips feel so good. When it’s time for you to roll over, he lets you take the appendage, just so you can stay comfy.

And chilly nights. Let’s talk about those.

The first time he tried to push his cold fucking feet against you, he was promptly ejected from the bed. After that, Buggy learned to warm his own feet first. While you refused to be touched by those icicles, you were willing to help with his cold hands. Holding you as the little spoon, Buggy’s hands would find their way between your thighs and wait in the soft warmth. Once warm, he’d enclose your hands within his.

For Buggy, having to get up in the middle of a cold night wasn’t much of a problem. He just needed to send whatever bit of his body off to do whatever, while the rest of him kept the bed warm. You did not have that ability. When you got out of bed for a late night bathroom run, Buggy would wiggle some of himself over to your side to keep it warm.

Connecting that to Buggy becoming the absolute best snuggle buddy, he manages to develop a secret sense. Buggy sleeps deep and sleeps hard. He’s not waking up until he decides it’s time or there’s an emergency (and even then, it’s a struggle). But he’s always aware of you in bed. The way you move, the sounds you make, when you wake up… Some part of Buggy pays attention throughout his slumber. When you’re restless, he moves to comfort you. When you can’t get comfortable, he knows what you need. 

The bed is a messy nest of limbs and bodies, which is why you two always sleep oh so soundly. (Minus the snoring.)

#buggy headcanons #buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x you #buggy the clown #x reader #buggy op #opla buggy #one piece buggy

[thepenultimateword]

Skin Crawl

CW: Bugs, Bug horror, bullying

Hero scrubbed uselessly at the permanent marker, but even with the rubbing alcohol stinging their nose and their shoulders sore from vigor, an outline of obscenities stubbornly marred the top corner of the desk.

Hero sighed, leaning back on their heels. How did they even get roped into this? They’d only pointed out the spattering of language to their teacher so that they could punish those responsible. They hadn’t been volunteering to clean up the mess themselves. But the teacher had seemed so pleased with their willingness to help…how could they have refused?

They glanced to the back of the classroom where their dark haired classmate leaned way back in their seat, feet kicked up on their desk, book held open directly overhead.

“Are you…going to help?”

“Sure,” they waved without looking away from their page. “You can go if you want. I’ll do the rest.”

Hero straightened their aching back. “Will you?”

It came out a little snarkier than they’d intended, but Villain wasn’t exactly known for their work ethic. They were always coming to school late, staring off, or ignoring assignments. Unlike Hero, they hadn’t volunteered for classroom cleanup.

Villain cocked their head to the side, raising one dark brow. “How many times have you cleaned this classroom?”

“Well, just this once—“

“How many times have I cleaned this classroom?”

“How am I supposed to know? I don’t count all the times you mess around—“

“Oh yes, you do. You have that cute little book with all the tallies.”

Hero’s face burned.

But for some reason, Villain didn’t sound angry, just…making a point.

"Go on, open up to my page. Tell me how much experience I have staying after school."

Hero shouldered their backpack with a huff. "Ok, I get it. Just...make sure you drop the classroom key at the office when you're done. I don't want to lose the staff's trust because of you."

"Yes, master," Villain said and went back to their book.

Hero hesitated. Part of them still didn't trust their classmate to continue where they'd left off. Could this be a ruse to get them in trouble? Or maybe they just wanted Hero out of their hair and didn't care about the consequences.

Or maybe you need more faith in people.

Ugh. That was hard when everyone in this school had proven untrustworthy. Even the friends they'd made from the 'good crowd' hadn't lasted past the first month of the school year. None of them had what it took to stand up against immorality. They'd rather turn a blind eye and cut ties with anyone who might stir up the hornet's nest.

Whatever.

They grabbed their notebook off their desk and whisked out of the room. Now, what misdeeds had they borne witness to today? They flipped open to the middle of the boo; they might as well report these to the office before heading home.

11:45am--Caleb stuck gum on the inside of his desk sticking together the pages of the math textbook

11:50--Kayla texted in class for half an hour straight and did not complete any of her schoolwork.

12:30--An unknown underclassman with red hair shoved a smaller boy at lunch and took his place in line (please identify).

12:45--Taylor C. was making out with her boyfriend in front of the east stairs between classes, blocking off the way for anyone needing to use them. She also used some choice language against a well-meaning student who asked her to refrain until they left the grounds.

12:48--Victor verbally harassed an underclassman girl in the hallway despite her repeated refusals for acquaintanceship; he did not respond well to outside interven--

Hero's notebook hit the floor with a loud smack.

For a moment all they could do was stare at their empty hands in shock, then they lifted their gaze to the sneering, chiseled face in front of them.

"How many times did it make it into Book Golden Rule now?"

"Only once today, Victor," Hero said, bending for the book. Victor snatched it just before their fingers could brush the spine. At about the same moment, someone kicked them behind their right knee. Hard.

Hero gasped, collapsing onto the sneaker-smudged tile.

Victor flicked casually through the pages, stopping at his own tally sheet near the front. "Wow, my infraction rap is growing. You must be obsessed with me or something. Kinda gross but I guess you can't help it."

A chorus of laughter sounded over Hero's shoulder, and suddenly they were surrounded on all sides. They defiantly looked into the perpetrator's faces, memorizing identities: Caleb, Rick, Renna.

"Just give it back," Hero said dryly. "You're only making this worse on yourself."

Victor laughed now. "Really now? Your self-righteous ego is so big you still think you've got the upper hand here?"

"Not physically obviously, but anything you do to me, I'm just going to add it to my report."

Victor stared Hero dead in the eyes and slowly tore the notebook in half.

"I'm going to beat you so soundly, you won't even look at me without peeing yourself. You're going to look away from everything I do because all you'll remember is the pain of this moment.

"I'd never turn a blind eye for my own personal--"

The words scattered as Victor's fist met their mouth. Before they could recover he hit them again. And again. And again. A cleated food hit them from behind, sending a stab of electric agony up their spine. Dangerous. This wasn't just a scuffle. They wanted to seriously hurt them!

The next punch threw Hero on their back. They'd never been one for envy, but suddenly they wished they had one of those combat powers, super strength, invincible skin, knife fingers, anything actually useful for defeating evil!

Army boots smashed over their fingers.

Hero screamed.

"Shut them up!" Victor snarled.

Caleb's shaved head bent over them, and something knit and strongly scented of sweat was forced between their teeth and far enough in to make them gag. They spasmed but movement only made Caleb lean in harder. They couldn't breathe!

Where was the principal? Where were the teachers? Someone had to be hearing this? Someone here had to care?

The boots hit their ribs and tears gathered in their eyes.

"Aww, the wittle baby is cwying," Renna said. She balanced one foot on the center of Hero's chest and slowly leaned in her weight. "How does it feel when someone steps on you?"

Hero wanted to say that exposing someone for cheating wasn't crushing anything deserved, but there was too much sweater down their windpipe.

"Hey."

The group jolted and some of the wight lifted. Hero's vision was blurred, but between Victor and Rick's shoulders, they made out unkempt midnight hair and lanky limbs. Villain.

"If it isn't Psycho," Victor practically purred. "You want to get a few blows in too? Go nuts."

Hero's screaming insides twisted. They cared more about facts than rumors but they'd also never been this helpless in front of their dark classmate, as alone and outcast as they were but for totally different reasons. Villain supposedly had a penchant for macabre experimentation. Students said they had a devil in them. That they ate the raw innards of animals to feed it and placed curses on anyone who messed with them. There was even a rumor that they dissected a kid who made fun of them in class. Hero always found that one ridiculous, the student probably just moved away. But now, pinned and gagged and Villain getting closer they were having doubts.

Villain stopped directly in front of them. "Let the angel go."

Victor gaped for a moment. "Are you kidding? They write you up almost as much as me. You think all those after-school detentions come from thin air?"

Villain only slow blinked. "I'm giving you 5 seconds to get out of here before I do go psycho. Unlike angel, my problem-solving is more physical."

"Get out of here," Victor said waving Villlain away before back toward Hero, though the rest of his crew looked a little more nervous.

Villain shrugged. "Suit yourself."

Their mouth opened wide, cavernous. The inside might have actually been black for all Hero could see. Though something almost seemed...to move.

The first centipede dropped on Renna's boot.

"What the..." She kicked it off, lip curled in disgust. "Did you just throw--" As she turned back, she let out a splitting scream. Everyone whirled. Caleb lost his grip on the sweater gag, and Hero finally managed to roll to the side, coughing and spitting. When they raised their head again a mass of black centipedes scurried across the floor, swarming the group's shoes and wriggling up their legs. The great arthropods dropped in heavy droves from Villain's lips, some crawling down the sides of his face and neck in rapid desperation to get to the floor. Through it all Villain was still and unflinching though their eyes danced with dark amusement.

"You freak!" Victor shrieked slapping off bugs--all four perpetrators were already littered with angry bites. "You're possessed! You're--"

He cut off as a low buzz gathered in the back of Villain's throat, this time the bugs emerged as a cloud, a swarm of wasps, as black and large as the centipedes.

"Forget this!" Rick cried, taking off at top speed Renna and Caleb were close behind. Victor looked like he wanted to curse them out but all he managed was a rude hand gesture before taking off after his posse.

The centipedes followed in a dark wave, cutting a path on either side of Hero. Villain let them go, though a deep inhale sucked the wasp swarm, and a few stragglers on their shirt, back down.

Hero stared. Villain stared back. Hard black eyes evaluating. Hero's breath caught in their chest, which was probably for the best. It hurt to breathe right now.

“You know it’s being an insufferable goody two shoes that keeps getting you in trouble," Villain finally said.

Hero rose achily to their feet, brusquely wiping their face with a stifled sniffle. "Yeah, well...no one asked you." Tears threatened to spill full force over their lashes, so they began quickly gathering up the pages of their shredded notebook. "I'm going to have to add a tally for physical violence in school. I can't be biased."

Villain barked an incredulous laugh. "You're really something else, you know that?"

"And you have centipedes living in your stomach."

"Not sure if they actually live there, more like they materialize there when I want them."

"And how'd you figure that out?"

Villain smiled. "You mean you don't commonly dream of centipedes?"

Not really an answer but Hero snorted, catching themself with a wince on the wall as they did.

Slender fingers gripped their shoulders. "You should sit down."

Hero obeyed without argument. They probably looked completely pathetic right now. Tear stained, bruised, shaking. They'd always sworn it didn't matter how many people disliked them as long as they had their dignity. So much for that.

Hero ducked their head between their knees.

"Why'd you help me? Victor's right. I get you in trouble almost daily."

Villain slid down on the floor next to them. "Yeah. But being a massive pain in the butt doesn't mean you deserve to get beaten up. Besides, some of the things they do need to be exposed. And...it's impressive that you're not scared to do it."

Hero didn't fully know how to respond. That someone needed to care? That obviously when five students screaming at the top of their lungs didn't even crack a door there was a problem? Yes, they'd realized early on that putting things on paper was the best way to get results, but it wasn't like they were completely without ulterior motives either. Did choosing to confront the bad for self-serving motives make them any better than those who turned away? Villain had called them angel. But they were far from it.

"Is it a power?" Hero said, shoving away the thoughts and pointing at their mouth instead.

Villain nodded.

“Cool.” They couldn’t help the note of awe.

“Really?”

Hero looked them head on. “Yeah. I guess it’s unconventional, but you took on four people and won without moving an inch. That’s a real power.”

"You don't think it's disgusting?” For the first time Villain looked something close to vulnerable. Like Hero’s reply had thrown them off so much they’d forgotten their nonchalance. “It doesn’t make your skin crawl?"

"Not really." Hero looked up and down the vacant hallway. They wet their lips, took a deep breath, and shed their skin. They’d done it in the mirror enough times to know it was disturbing. It wasn’t the sort of shapeshifting that happened in glamorized movies. It was messy. Sometimes bloody if they went too fast. They looked at Villain with a mirror of their face. “That make your skin crawl?"

Villain grinned. "Not really."

A beat.

“So that’s how you get the dirt on so many people.”

Hero flushed and shed back into their own skin.“Most of the time yeah. They usually cover things up if they see me.”

Villain’s eyes roved them up down, hard and cutting and dark, like black diamonds. “Amazing.”

Hero shrugged, trying to pretend that gaze was not cutting them to the core. “It’s not a useful power. I connive against evil. I don’t beat it. After graduation I want to try for Allegiance Academy but…well you saw. What hero team would want someone who can’t even fight? Even with combat classes I’d never compare to the big powerhouses.”

Villain didn’t respond.

Great. Hero opened up to much. They’d gotten whiny with a practical stranger. They’d gotten Hero out is tight spot, not asked for their life’s dreams and woes

“Don’t hero teams need reconnaisance?” Villain said

Hero blinked. ���I guess so.”

They’d never really thought about it before. That wasn’t the sort of role that showed up on the news. It wasn’t the thing that got peace prizes or admirers. But…maybe that was fine. They’d always craved power for the sake of being accepted into the academy and eventually chosen for a team, not for the sake of attention. Besides they were used to being alone; they were fine with it.

"Well, I better finish that cleaning," Villain said, pushing to their feet. "I wouldn't dare risk another infraction."

"Villain," Hero said before they got too far.

"Hm?"

"Thank you. For the help. You're...good."

Villain crooked a smile. "Never been called that before. Probably won't again. But I appreciate it."

With that, they were gone.

Perhaps Hero didn't need to be alone after all.

8 years later…

Hero straightened their silk tie in the rearview mirror, a silvery ribboned thing they normally wouldn't have gone for but couldn't say they disliked. Though maybe that was because it suited this face. Round, prim, pink-lipped, nothing like their own drab, haggard countenance. They swore each time they returned to their true skin it looked worse.

They quickly double-checked their current contours with the photo in their glove box. "So, this is our target's lover?"

"Remy Navarro," their earpiece crackled. "They've been together six months, and they are very involved in this villain's inside plans. We're thinking 24 hours tops before you come across something big."

Hero stepped out of the car and began weaving their way through the menagerie of fine-dressed gala members. "Ok, well you rushed me into this, anything else I should know before I find this criminal overlord?"

Their teammate hesitated at the other end of the line. "Just don't act surprised about the legs."

"Legs?" Hero said. "As in, they look weird?"

"As in. there are extras."

"Excuse me? I'm really beginning to think I didn't get a proper debrief."

"It was an unexpected opening. We had to take it. Anyways you're good at improvising."

Hero dodged around a cocktail tray. "I appreciate your faith in me, but I'm better at improvising when I've had a week to carefully study my subject's personality and mannerisms. I mean what is my personality? Are they an affectionate couple?"

Silence and then finally, "You'll be fine."

"Are you kidding me? Other Hero! Other Hero?"

They'd dropped the line, hadn't they? Hero sighed, stuffing the earpiece into their pocket. Sure, they'd do better without distractions, but this was verging on insanity. Other Hero had better gather more info on their new identity before tomorrow.

They stopped in front of an intricately carved set of double doors at the tops of the stairs. The private quarters of the newest villainous boss their team had begun tracking. The assignment was a rush job so all they had was a blueprint layout and the supposition that tonight's gala was prepared as a cover for something big.

They rapped quietly on the wood before immediately easing the door open. Lovers would be comfortable enough to do that, right?

A tall figure turned as they entered. Long midnight hair fell over dark-clad shoulders. Dark, hard eyes stared out of an even harder face. And yes, there were extra legs, though not the kind Hero had been expecting: they were black, rigid, clawed things sticking out from their sides, almost like those of an insect. Meanwhile, a pair of pitch-colored moth wings folded on their back, the tails gliding on the floor like drapery.

"Took you long enough," the villain said. A black centipede crawled down their cheek and settled like a parrot on the villain's shoulder.

Hero froze on the threshold, desperately trying to connect their dropped jaw back to their brain so they could snap it shut.

It had been years since they'd seen this dark figure; their jaw seemed even sharper, their lankiness had turned to elegant slenderness, and the bug parts were new, but Hero recognized them immediately.

Villain.

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chosen one | h.p.

a/n: the lack of harry james potter fanfiction on this site is blasphemous. if you have any recommendations (smut or fluff), please send them my way. love you!

warnings: maybe one cuss word? not proofread.

Being friends with the “Chosen One” wasn’t easy. And even harder than that? Having feelings for him. You and Harry had been friends since first year, after you left your impression on him by making fun of his hair. You were unaware of his celebrity status at the time. However, you like to think that even if you did know, you still would’ve made fun of him.

Six years of being friends with the boy had led to a lot of sleepless nights for many reasons: assisting him in his fight, helping each other with homework, late night therapy in front of the fire, and so much more. More than anything, though, was you laying awake late at night, alone in your bed, wondering how the hell you had managed to fall for the most unavailable boy on the planet. 

See, while he quite literally had all kinds of people lining up for a chance with him, he responded the same to each of them: “Sorry, I don’t have time for a relationship right now.”

It made you so upset with yourself, knowing that that was the case, yet you were unable to suppress your feelings. It drove you crazy.

A rainy night in the middle of your 6th year, Harry was in Dumbledore’s office for a reason unbeknownst to you. You and Hermione sat curled up on the couch, her listening as you talked about the boy. 

“I feel so silly, ‘Mione,” you spoke. “ I don’t have a chance with him at all, yet I can’t get these feelings out of my head. I feel… pathetic, almost. It just drives me crazy. He’s so… charming. And his confidence and attitude are just so infectious. He makes me want to wake up in the morning. I see myself having a future with him. But, I mean, if he doesn’t have time for a relationship with all the other lovely people that ask him, then why would Harry have feelings for me?”

What you didn’t realize, however, was that Harry had heard your confession. Silently shutting the portrait hole door before he had even walked in, he went to go find Ron. Harry had a plan.

It was about a week later when you and Hermione had come down for breakfast, only to see Harry and Ron in deep, hushed conversation. You couldn’t hear what either of them were saying, save for a few whispers of a ‘confession’. You figured it had to do with one of Harry’s newest ‘missions’ for Dumbledore. If you had to know, he’d tell you. 

Neither of them noticed your presence until you spoke. “Morning, boys! You’re not usually up this early. Anything important going on?” 

Ron’s face began to turn red, Harry shifting in his seat. 

“Er- hello, y/n!” Harry said. 

“Bloody hell…” Ron mumbled under his breath. The dark haired boy was absolutely hopeless. 

You didn’t really suspect anything, seeing as Harry was always quite socially awkward, despite being confident. It was part of his charm. 

You didn’t start questioning anything until about 30 minutes later, after Harry had been staring off into space for about 20 minutes… in your general direction.

“What? Is there something on my face?” you asked him, snapping him out of his reverie. 

“Your face- er, no. Will you come to the common room with me? I think I forgot- erm- something. For class.” 

You raised an eyebrow at him. “But Harry, we have a free period first- oh!” 

Before you could even question his discrepancy, the boy had gently grabbed your wrist and was pulling you towards the exit. Concerned, you turned around to shoot a look at Ron and Hermione. Both of them had the most evil smirks on their faces. Merlin… you were fucked.

Harry stayed silent on the walk (well, you were being dragged) to his dorm. He refused to answer any of your questions. His face grew redder by the minute. Finally, you were sat on his bed, watching him pace across his dorm, nervously wringing his hands. 

“Harry!” you called out, stopping him in his tracks. “I”m worried! What’s going on?”

“I had this whole big plan for how I was going to go about this. I was going to use my bottle of Felix and then we were going to have picnic with all your favorites by the lake and then when we were talking I was going to-”

“Harry, spit it out!”

“Will you go out with me?”

“...what?”

The six words that came out of his mouth made you feel like time had stopped. Never in all your years of living did you think something like this would happen. 

“Harry, this is a sick joke. I know you like a good prank here and there, but this is too far. I can’t believe-”

“It’s not a prank, y/n. It’s not a prank.” Defeated, Harry sat on the bed opposite of you. “I heard you talking to Hermione that night last week, so Ron and I came up with this elaborate plan for me to ask you out. I had a speech prepared and everything. I was about ready to piss my pants at the table.” he breathed out, flustered. 

“Yeah… you sure looked like it,” you started, receiving a snarky look from the boy. “But, if you wanted to ask me out, then why’d you tell everyone else that you didn’t have time for a relationship?” 

“I didn’t want to risk a relationship with someone else, because the only person I wanted to be with was you. I’ve liked you for so long, y/n. You don’t even know.”

You blinked at him, completely shocked. “Harry, with all due respect, I think I do know. I’ve liked you for years.” 

He looked up at you. “Can I kiss you?” 

“...yeah.” 

And a soft whisper of “brilliant!” was the last thing you heard before you saw stars beneath your eyelids. His lips met yours, the two of you connecting in a way that could only be described as… magic. He tasted like chocolate, pumpkin, and spice, and by god, was it addicting. From the one kiss, you couldn’t get enough.

Finally, after a blissful time, the two of you broke apart, breathing heavily. Your forehead met his. 

“So,” he started, a cocky smirk on his face. “You see yourself having a future with me, huh?”

You smacked him lightly on the shoulder. “Slow down, Chosen One. I can still say no.”

You grinned at him. You knew for a fact you wouldn’t be saying no anytime soon. This was the right life for you. 

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hi! for a request, could u possibly do hurt/comfort w eddie x reader after a fight thank u!!!

isksnsks i love hurt/comfort thank you for requesting!!

there was the chaos in the storm.

the catastrophic thunder as he yells, the blinding flash of lightning that catapults to the ground when you stomp and shout, the pouring rain that leaves your cheeks dripping, the dark grey clouds that loom over eddie's umber eyes onto the brink of darkness; it's absolute chaos.

then there was the calm in the storm.

the gentle pitter pattering of raindrops as you sniffle, the light rumbling behind the puff or silver clouds as he takes deep breaths and runs his hands through his tangled hair, his eyes sinking when he settles them on your trembling frame, voice tired and aching.

it had gone on for hours — because of a drug deal that had gone longer than he promised, and because of a girl you both barely knew yet somehow, fifteen seconds was enough to leave you bridled with (abrupt, but rational) jealousy.

you gave him the cold shoulder on your way home—to his trailer. eddie wasn't reciprocating the flirting, you know that, but he'd done nothing to prevent it, even though you sat right next to him, watching him hand some pretty girl a bag of weed. hell, he didn't even give her a discount, yet you were still jealous.

and of course, eddie confronted you. went on about how you'd been weird and quiet and a bit rude to the girl. you kept on thinking that eddie had done the same thing when he was in your position and it had caused you to be somewhat petty.

and so hours later, after a screaming match that thankfully wayne hadn't heard but you were sure max did, you're sitting on his lumpy bed with tear stained cheeks and aching hands. eddie's eyes ache, chest prickles with the aftermath, and he looks at you with a look so guilty.

"you're being unreasonable, (y/n)," he'd used your name with an exasperated gesticulation. "do you always have to be like this with every girl i have a deal with? it's like i've got a fucking bodyguard just looming over me all the damn time!"

"oh, shit, well i'm fucking sorry if i got upset watching other girls flirt with my boyfriend who did absolutely nothing to stop it like i wasn't there. so yeah, maybe i am a bodyguard. i'm always behind you watching with a- a mad look and ready to pounce."

eddie's chest pounds when he hears you sigh deeply, staring into the space of his lumpy mattress. it squeaks loudly when you move over to the side and plant your feet on his floor, looking anywhere but his eyes that watch your every move.

"it's fucking- it's fucking suffocating! how you're always on my neck. always getting mad whenever i talk to other girls like, shit, maybe fucking piss on me to let them know."

your eyes water as you pick up your things — you wallet, alcohol, pack of cigarettes, and shove them in your pocket before you fully stand up, tugging at your cheek harshly to rid of the lathered tears.

"'m going home," you whisper, swallowing thickly. eddie looks outside the window first, sees the ashen clouds blend in with the white summer sky like a gradient.

"it's about to rain," he murmurs, slowly reaching out to you. "just— stay, (y/n)."

"i'm going home, eddie," you say firmly. "i'm gonna walk home. i'll see you tomorrow,"

the desperation in his eyes beg for you to stay but his mouth refuses to speak, to stop you. eddie's mouth parts, lets out a deep sigh of dismay when his eyebrows raise and join together in the middle as his hand hovers over your crossed arms, which you dodge as you begin to walk away from him.

he watches you pick up your coat and sling it on your arm, feet stomping on the ground until you reach his door and open it with one twist, slamming it behind you.

eddie regrets what he said; you were never suffocating. he didn't mean to compare you to a damn dog, and his anger was no reason whatsoever and he beats himself up for his stupidity. and it's ironic, how now he wants to crawl into your skin and just keep you close against him and apologize, just suffocate you with his hug.

but now he's too late. you've walked out the door with a brittle heart, stomping beneath the grey sky like you don't care about the storm that's about to pour.

albeit he's not too late. he's got a van, after all. his longer legs walk faster than you and if he just ran through his door right now, he'd meet you halfway and he'd take you in his arms.

so he does that.

eddie walks out of his trailer, the four walled place barely calls itself a home without your (and uncle wayne's) warmth. he doesn't even bother to put shoes on; he walks out, white socks stepping on the pointed pebbles and lets it stab his feet as he walks—jogs his way to you.

you've got your hands around yourself, shoulders shaking as you let out stifled sobs. he reaches out to you, hand in the air until his palm presses gently on your shoulder to stop you.

"hey, hey baby, hey—" you stop and he uses his hand to maneuver himself in front of you. he breaks at your red eyes and the pouted lips, the absolute sheen of despair that gloss over your face. "honey..."

"what?" you look down at your feet, see how the bottom of his socks had turned grey. "what do you want? i'm— i'm already leaving. do you want me to suffocate you more or are you just gonna yell at me?"

he visibly winces and there's a twinge of pride that resonates in you. eddie shakes his head, placing his hands on your shoulders and bends down 'till he's eye level with you.

"i'm sorry," he says. "you don't suffocate me. you never did. in fact, i suffocate you. i'm the one who can't leave you alone, who always has to loom over you so i'd bark at those stupid dumb guys. i don't mean to compare you to a dog. i'm— i'm the dog." he points to himself. "i'm sorry i didn't do jackshit to stop her. i'm sorry,"

you look away from him but it's no use. eddie takes your face into his hands and keeps you looking at him, wipes the tears that haven't even spilled down the corner of your eyes, and you shake your head.

"you really hurt me," you say, hands pliant at your sides. "i'm sorry i yelled but you really hurt me, eddie."

"sorry? sorry, no, you had every right to yell at me. i'm sorry," he moves his hands down to graps yours and lifts your fists to his lips, kissing them gently and pressing his mouth on the hot skin of the back of your hand to stop himself from crying. "let me make it up to you. tell me what you wan' me to do, hon."

you shrug. "i dunno,"

"you don't know?" you shake your head. "tell me the first thing that comes to mind, come on, sweetheart,"

your look flitters between his eyes, bottom lip tucked between your teeth, and you answer, "wanna hit you,"

he chuckles dryly. "okay. hit me where?"

"on your arm,"

eddie rolls his sleeve up, just below his shoulder. "alright. do your best, babe, come on."

you laugh lightly and the sky turns white again, the clear sign of a storm long gone, but eddie knows you're still hurting inside. he nudges you his arm, eyebrows raised, waiting for your impact.

you don't forgive him immediately after the punch, he knows he'd have to do more sulking and hardwork to gain your smile again. if you pissing on him would get your affection back, he wouldn't mind at all.

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Peacock Au Part 4

DP/DC week prompt: Eldritch Entities

'Joker has broken out of Arkham for the thousandth time, and is roaming the streets unhindered. Unfortunately for him, something finds him before the Bat does.'

(body horror tw || fic under cut!!) (Part 1 Here)

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See, the situation is as follows: the Joker is out on the streets post-Arkham breakout, and he knows there’ll be an announcement issuing everyone to stay inside before it’s even been made. He’d be a lot more pleased about all that if the getaway car he’d arranged to be outside had actually shown up, but unfortunately the goon he’d left it to had bailed- whether it counted as chickening out or growing a spine was yet to be determined, though regardless he was fairly sure their brains would be outside their skull by the end of the night. As it is, he’s sticking around the shadier streets to avoid attention before he has access to more of his stuff. Right now all he has is an officer’s gun and the willingness to use it. Not much, but it’ll do. 

It’ll do for dealing with this kid in the middle of the road, at least. Just because he isn’t fully-loaded right now doesn’t mean he can’t have any fun, does it?

“Well, say,” Joker whistles, sauntering up into the dim-light of the open road for the first time that night. The boy before him is relatively plain looking; pallid, with big blue eyes and black hair half-blending into the shadows behind him, wearing clothes not quite suited to the sudden chill of the Gotham streets, just a t-shirt and jeans. Perhaps a little peculiar, especially alone, but nothing special. Just another face he’d probably wipe the life out of if it didn’t end up more interesting to keep him alive. “What’s a little boy doing here alone with all the big, bad wolves out tonight? Looking for some trouble?”

The boy’s gaze lifts from the ground he’d been staring at so intently and- wow, those blues are weird to look at! Although… are they blue? They look more green now that they’re catching the light, the way he’s heard the eyes of the little bird he did in do when he’s angry. 

Doesn’t matter, either way. The resemblance’ll just make scaring him more fun, something of a trip down memory lane. Even if the kid doesn’t look quite so frightened yet (shock, he’s sure. That’s happens). “I was just checking on something from a little while ago. Keeping tabs, y’know?”

“Oh, I know all about that. Gotham’s my playground- I know it like the back of my hand.”

“That’s great!” The kid exclaims, suddenly perking up, as if he’s only really started paying attention to the conversation now that something relevant’s come up. “In that case: can you tell me if anything’s been up in the last few weeks? No more shadows than usual? Nothing overly strange happening?”

It’s not often the Joker finds himself confused, but the lack offright or any other kind of negative reaction to his presence is starting to get on his nerves. Either this kid is out of it, or on something- but Joker knows how to spot a user, and he isn’t on something. 

He turns the gun over in his hand, pretending to admire it but really just trying to remind the boy of the current threat he’s being posed. “Well, I was a bit locked up the last few weeks, but I’ve got ears everywhere and I can’t say I heard a thing. Say, do you like clowns, boy?”

Something in that question changes the boy’s demeanour. His shoulders go back just a tad, like he’s leaning on a wall the Joker can’t see, and his stare shifts. It wasn’t on him before, he only realises it was focused just over his shoulder until they’re actually making eye-contact, and the Joker hasn’t been afraid for a long time and refuses to break that streak, but it is a lot colder than it was before. 

The boy’s grin is sharp. Joker can’t remember how many teeth people are supposed to have. “No,” He muses, casual in a way that implies confidence that implies danger. “No, I can’t say I’ve ever met a clown I got along with. Why, is that what you’re supposed to be?”

Okay, enough’s enough’s enough. He’s the Joker. He will not be made the joke, least of all by some nothing-no-one brat with a little too much confidence for someone walking alone on a break-out night. Incensed, he twists his grip until his finger’s on the pistol trigger, aiming it right between the teenager’s eyes. 

“Funny boy, aren’t you? Y’know, I don’t think I’ve seen you around before, so you must be new. You don’t know the rules around here. You don’t know who’s at the top of the food chain. Allow me to fill you in.” He seethes. “When faced by the Joker, there is one thing you need to be aware of: no matter the circumstance, you are the prey.”

A thing happens between the pause at the end of his own sentence and the beginning of the child’s. “Hm.” The boy says, but it’s not confusion, and nor is it dread. His grin is lean and far too casual for someone with the business end of a bullet aiming right at their brain, but as the sound drags on sing-song it stretches, stretches, stretches-

Like shedding skin, the monster unfolds from the boy. Cold in a firestorm, the transformation is the inverse of a supernova, everything tumbling out as if desperate to spit its soul before caving back in to something witnessable. Almost the figure of a person, the opposite of a shadow, and the horrible cousin of a world-eater. Something flares out at the back, flowing like waves or feathers or a thing with eyes in all its centres. 

Eyes, then mouths. The aftertone sends shockwaves. Its voice is ice-needles and fingernails and pierce-static and laughing at him. 

“You think you’re bigger than you are.” It says, looming over him like the end of days or whatever he used to think death was before he’d forgotten to keep believing in it. He certainly remembers it now. “You think you’re bigger than you are, and you don’t know when to cow, and you are very, very mortal, and that is a horrible combination of things to be.”

“I know who you are. I know what you’ve done, and I know why you did it, and I know what will happen to you in consequence- and I have made choices not to interfere with someone else’s course, but I will tell you this now and once and never again. You are someone else’s problem, but if you try to become mine, I will unmake you.”

For the first time in perhaps his whole existence as the Joker, there is not a word he can say in response. He doesn’t agree, doesn’t refute, he doesn’t do much of anything as the form before him unwinds into rivulets, curling in on itself to reveal, once again, the boy. Blue eyes, black hair, pallid just like before and just like nothing’s wrong. But beneath it, that pretence of flesh and bones, he cannot unsee what he’s seen. He cannot stop seeing what he knows is hiding in there. 

The child gives him a very boyish grin that feels like it’s going to snap into a blackhole if he looks away. “You’re obsessed with Batman, right? That’s your whole thing, being his foil or something.” He crows. “You want to keep doing that ’til you kill each other? Leave me out of it, and he’ll still remember you existed.”

The sudden green of his eyes spreads out like a flashbang, and when the Joker squints, he is slumped over in his Arkham cell. When he comes to, the guards will gleefully recount how Batman got the drop on him before he could even get to one of his warehouses, knocking him out without a single other casualty- his shortest reign between imprisonment to date. 

It’s an embarrassment. 

He’s going to be looking over his shoulder for the rest of his life. 

#dp/dc week 2022 #body horror tw #I talked with stealingyourbones about this kind of scene a while ago and it was Too Good not to write something for #I actually wrote this in October but this seemed like a good time to post it so!! #I want to do a part with Danny interacting with the JL at some point too so hopefully that'll happen!!! #dpxdc #danny phantom #danny phantom au #dp au #Bongo's Aus!!! #Bongo's Writing!!! #peacock au

[isanggayfrog]

the person you were kissing wasn't me | p.jh

synopsis: it's better to keep some things to yourself.

warnings: angst, fwb situation, idk if i missed anything

you huff as you run, your uniform tie and hair blowing in the wind. the soles of your feet ached from how long you'd been standing at the restaurant you work in, tending to customers and serving dishes.

despite the tire of your bones and the muscles screaming at you to rest, you happily run your way to the home you shared with your best friend jihyo.

well, best friend was one way to label your friendship.

growing up together was probably one of the reasons you and her were so close. met in middle school, stuck together through high school, and now living together as you navigated through college and took on part time jobs.

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the first incident was when you were both fourteen. young teenagers driven by recklessness who believed they were invincible never ended well. that's how you found yourself in detention after skipping school to hang out at the convenience store nearby.

how the teachers never realized that putting partners in crime together in one room was a bad idea, you'll never know. even more of a bad idea was when they left you alone.

so you and jihyo sat in silence, listening hard for footsteps approaching. but none came for a while, so you let your guards down.

she walked over to sit beside you, leaning her head on your shoulder as she picked on her nails. "have you ever kissed someone?"

she said the question so nonchalantly that you barely registered her words. when you did, however, you almost jumped in surprise. "why would you ask me about that?"

"because," she said, turning to look you in the eye, "haven't you ever wondered? kids our age usually do."

"i-i never.. really thought about it."

she made an expression of disbelief. "but aren't you curious?"

you shrugged, resting your cheek on the palm of your hand. "i mean, sure. i've seen enough romance to want to know why people like it."

jihyo looked away, thinking. you watched her side profile, ingraining it into your brain, but admired her as a friend. only as a friend, you always told yourself. you don't like her that way.

when she turned back to you she paused, staring deep into your eyes, before she spoke. "do you want to try?"

"try what?" you whispered, as if the two of you were up to no good once again.

"to kiss," she whispered back, leaning slightly closer. "i've never.. and experiencing it young couldn't hurt, right? i mean, we're just friends trying it out."

just friends, your mind echoed, she only feels that way towards you.

"okay," you breathe out.

and that was only the first time.

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the second incident was a little later in eleventh grade. a new student, austin, had recently joined your school. he was your typical bully - a jock, tall, muscular, a total jerk to those who refuse to grovel at his feet and kiss his shoes.

you loathed that guy.

especially since he never left jihyo alone. you understood why he'd taken a liking to her - but god, couldn't he chase some other girl instead? although, you'd feel bad for whomever he ever took an interest in.

so one day in the cafeteria, you in a conversation with jihyo about the latest biology homework, he pushed through the doors and marched his way to your table.

austin pushed you away by the face and sat between you and jihyo, squishing you against the wall. you grumbled in annoyance, but chose to stay silent.

"hey, jih." he flashed his oh, so charming smile at her, stealing your glass of water and taking a sip. "so, you wanna come over to my house after class? i need your help with, uh, chemistry."

his buddies laughed from behind, with you rolling your eyes and miming a gag.

"um." jihyo was evidently uncomfortable. "no, sorry. i have plans with y/n."

"oh." austin spared you a glare before coming back for another attempt with jihyo. "c'mon, this loser? you'd be spending your time better with me. i could make you have fun."

your nose flared. this guy really needs to go. you watched with narrowed eyes as the glass of water in his hand tilted ever so slightly.

jihyo sighed. "no, i'm really sorry-"

austin poured the glass's contents on jihyo, creating a blotch on her blouse that made the white cloth somewhat see-through.

"oops," austin smiled 'innocently, "my hand slipped. c'mon, sweetheart, i have an extra shirt in my locker-"

"hey, man," you fumed, shoving him away from jihyo. "leave her alone."

he scowled at you, because how dare this lowly worm even talk in his direction? "what are you gonna do, huh? cry to mommy? tell the principal? my dad knows a lot of people, you don't want to mess with me-"

"yeah, go tell your daddy you don't have game." you shed your jacket and wrapped it around jihyo protectively, whose eyes darted around in embarrassment.

"don't- what!" austin spluttered. "how dare you assume that! i could date any girl i wanted!"

"yeah, go ahead!" you shouted. "just not this girl!"

"and why not?"

jihyo answered that for you. she tugged you down and planted her lips firmly on yours. she let the kiss linger for a moment before pulling away and glaring at austin. "because i'm taken."

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it's true the two of you aren't as close as before, or maybe your friendship had simply changed because of time, but she's a little different now. you don't see each other as often despite living together, due to schedules and shifts that don't align.

which is why you're excited to surprise her with your early return home, just before she left for her night shift at the convenience store.

you stop in front of the elevator once you reach your floor, panting. she can't see you so disheveled, so you attempted to fix yourself.

until you heard voices.

you recognized the voice as jihyo, so you peeked from the corner to see who she was talking to.

"you go home safe, alright?" she says to some man, patting his shoulders. "text me when you're home."

your heart almost stops when she gets on her tiptoes to share a passionate kiss with this man.

you can't tear your eyes away, no matter how much the sight drained all happiness from you. every hope of someday confessing your feelings for her evaporated, as did the excitement of getting to surprise her.

but you didn't have the right to be jealous. even though you and her kiss from time to time, and share a lot of things other 'friends' don't share, you weren't officially together. that doesn't mean it can't hurt, or that you can't feel like you'd been betrayed.

so when the man leaves, you pretend to have just arrived and greet jihyo with a smile you hope she didn't realize was fake. "hey, jih! guess who got released early?"

#isanggayfrog #♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪ writing #twice #twice oneshots #twice imagines #one shots #imagines #jihyo #park jihyo #jihyo x reader #gn!reader #jihyo x gn reader #jihyo x female reader #female!reader #male!reader #jihyo x male reader

[anonymous-rendezvous]

Take A Break, Won’t You?

💙 Ike Eveland x GN!Reader

✦ — Written by Mod S 👿. Beta Read and Edited by Mod I ✨. ⏌

✧ — Contains: Established Relationship, NSFW 🔞, oral (male reciving), Dom!Ike, slightly bratty Reader, teasing, & hair pulling

✦ — Word count: 5k+ | Ao3

The novelist is in the middle of writing one of his greatest stories yet. Except, he’s been so engrossed in writing that he hasn’t paid much attention to you as of late. Luckily for you though, you know just how to push his buttons to gain his attention.

Part 2 of Under-The-Desk Shenanigans

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Ike is a very brilliant man. His mind can conjure up some of the most creative and enthralling ideas you’ve ever heard. Ranging between the most fantastical of fantasy to the more mundane and down-to-earth slices of life. Truly, he is one of the most hard-working people you know.

The only downside to such a person is that he gets completely enraptured by his work. Often forgetting to eat or sleep; and on rare occasions, even forgetting to bathe. Running merely on willpower and caffeinated drinks. Today was one such day, but instead of forgetting to eat or sleep, he’s kinda forgotten that you’re his partner. You know he doesn’t do it purposefully. But even with your godly amount of patience – you too have a limit.

Currently, you are making him a cup of tea. Waiting beside the cup as it steeps, enjoying the smell as you stand in your shared kitchen. ‘Maybe this’ll convince him to take a break,’ you think to yourself. Knowing Ike though, he’ll most likely promise to take one, but just keep on working. Sighing at the thought, you remove the tea bag from the cup and discard it. You pause for a moment before deciding to grab him a muffin as well. “Here’s hoping I can convince him with this.”

Walking down the hall, tea and muffin in hand, you can hear his working playlist before you even approach the office door. Setting the small plate containing the muffin over the top of the tea, you raise your free hand to knock lightly before opening the door an inch. Calling out in a soft voice to your boyfriend, “My love, I’ve brought you some tea and a little snack.”

Ike looks up, hazel eyes landing on you as he adjusts his glasses. He sits up straighter and gives you a soft smile as he locks eyes with you. “Oh, thank you, sweetie. I was just thinking about getting myself a drink.” The novelist makes a beckoning motion with his hand, urging you inside as he says, “Go ahead, come in.”

Following his motion, you step in and nudge the door shut behind you. “Making good progress?” you inquire as you approach his desk, setting down the plate.

He nods while gesturing to his work, showing you the latest page. “Actually, yes, I’ve been on a roll since this morning. Even made it to page one hundred and twenty-five, which is past the goal I had for today.”

Your entire demeanor perks up at his words, excitedly asking, “Does this mean you’re done for the day?”

He freezes for a moment before looking at you sheepishly. “Uhhh, well…” He looks to the side, fidgeting with the chain on his glasses. “I was gonna keep going, honestly. My brain is still moving a million miles a minute, and I feel really motivated.”

You pout at him, visibly disappointed by the news as your shoulders sag. He’s been working like this ever since he woke up; you’re worried he’ll overexert himself. Hell, he’s already showing some signs of it. His eyes look tired from staring at the screen and his posture has gotten worse since you’ve last been in here. You refuse to leave him like this. He watches you in confusion as you turn to grab a chair from the other side of the room.

“Darling, what are you doing?” Ike turns in his chair, following your movements as you drag your chair next to his.

“I’m staying here with you to make sure you at least drink all that tea and eat the muffin. You’ve been working all day. So if I can’t convince you to take a break, I’m staying here. Lord knows when you’ll be done.” When you sit in your chair and look back into his eyes, you can see how apologetic he is. He truly feels bad for making you worry over him, and he wishes he could fight this habit, but it’s just so ingrained in him.

With a sigh, he nods and scoots back into his desk. “Okay. I have no problem with you staying either way, but I appreciate your worry for me. I wouldn’t wanna make you any more upset than you are with me, too.”

You cross your arms over your chest, and with an exaggerated pout, you turn your head. “That’s right, you owe me big time.” His melodic laugh fills the room as you peek back at him, watching as Ike picks up his tea to take a sip.

“Of course, darling, you’ll have me all to yourself after I’m done.” His tone is much softer and you can hear the apology laced in those words. Uncrossing your arms, you get comfortable in your chair, pulling your phone out to busy yourself while he continues his novel. Letting a few moments pass, he slowly gets completely re-engrossed in his work. All the while, you decided it was time to switch tactics. After all, your presence and tea offering failed to convince him to take a break.

Time for Plan B; a more physical distraction. 

Moving a bit closer, your chair's armrest bumps into his. You let out a small ‘sorry’, causing him to peek at you instead of your hands. He gives you a quick nod and returns to typing, while you wait another moment before slowly pulling up the armrests of both your chairs, granting you new access to his body. He lets out a startled noise as he feels your head suddenly rest on his shoulder, hazel eyes looking down at you. You return his gaze with an innocent expression, honey-coated words dripping from your lips. “Sorry darling, just resting my head on your shoulder. Didn’t mean to startle you, you're just so… warm.”

Ike blushes a bit at your words, physically pausing for a moment. For a second, he could have sworn he heard something else in your tone. Yet when you just stay there on his shoulder, his suspicions tamp down as quickly as they came. Clearing his throat, he returns his gaze to the screen, adjusting his glasses in embarrassment. “W–well, it’s no problem. Stay there as long as you like.” He wasted no time in returning to his work, but this time, thoroughly flustered. 

‘Good, all according to plan.’ you think, fighting down a smirk. You make yourself comfortable, nuzzling and cuddling into Ike’s side. The novelist, on the other hand, was completely still aside from his hands diligently working. Yet what was happening within his thoughts was another story.

He was in a state of frenzy, his thoughts spiraling out of control. It wasn't until this moment that he genuinely grasped how much he had missed having you next to him. He feels even worse as he realizes how much time– the sheer amount of weeks this has gone on for and realizes that this is probably how you’ve felt within that time. He swore then he’d only finish a few more pages so he could then properly give you attention. Except Ike is jolted from his thoughts when he suddenly feels one of your hands on his chest, the heat of your skin sinking into the fabric. One of your fingers lightly traced the buttons on his shirt. He tries to pay no mind to it at first – that is until your hand starts trailing lower and lower. “Sweetie,” he keeps his tone even, looking down at you, “what are you doing?”

You look back at him with the same innocent eyes as before, but he swears he sees a hint of mischievousness in them. “Don’t mind me; just preoccupying myself until you're done. Am I being distracting?” Your last question has a slightly smokey tone to it, and you can’t help but giggle as you watch Ike’s cheeks get brighter as he grows more flustered.

“U–uh not at all…” He pauses as he averts his eyes back to his computer. Taking a breath before speaking again, “I’ll only be doing a couple more pages, so this won’t take too long.” 

You let out a drawn-out ‘Mhmmm’ as you circle the lower buttons on his shirt. With how you were currently positioned, you could hear the way he swallowed hard. He’s almost there, you can feel it. Just a bit more teasing – a few more sweet words – and then you’ll have his full attention.

The realization was slowly dawning on the novelist. There was no way this couldn’t have been a formulated plan. All the honeyed words, the soft touches– a plan to distract him. And if he was honest with himself, at any other time, he likely would’ve given in already. If only he wasn't in the middle of writing an integral part of his story. He hopes by telling you that he’s almost done, that you won’t take the teasing any further. That’s what he hopes at least. Ike, however, knows you. He’s spent more than enough time with you to pick out your tells, just as you’ve learned to pick up on his. He just prays you’re not in a particularly devilish mood today.

Settling back in, a good half hour passes with you just resting against him – occasionally messing with his buttons from time to time. You didn’t wanna rush your plan. That wouldn’t be fun. And honestly, you want him to welcome the distraction. A frustrated Ike Eveland was attractive, but you didn’t want to frustrate him to the point of actually being upset. Peeking back up at him, you note that he’s no longer tense from your earlier actions. Hazel eyes glazed with focus and his lips pursed in concentration. It’s honestly adorable and if you weren’t feeling so touch-starved you wouldn’t have minded staying like this. Alas, you wanted some harmless payback.

Wetting your lips, you slowly take in the skin on his neck before lightly kissing it as you nuzzle your face into him. Immediately his attention is returned to you, head tipped down to look at you, lips parted as your action had surprised him. However, you just giggle and continue to pepper his neck with soft kisses. Ike makes a noise and you can feel the vibrations of it with the way your lips are pressed against his neck. Sliding your gaze up, you find his face is a mix of flustered and pouty, his eyebrows furrowed to match his emotions. 

His eyes search yours as he speaks, a slight franticness to his voice, “Hun, please, I promise I’m almost done. No teasing, okay?” 

You wet your lips again in response, catching the way his eyes flicker down for a second before he returns his gaze to yours. “Teasing? Me? I’m just giving you some kisses. It’s been so long–” you draw the word out, intentionally pouting your lips so they continue to brush against his neck– “since I’ve gotten one from you.” 

Ike furrows his eyebrows, a slight pout forming on his soft lips. “And I will give you all the kisses you want when I’m done.” His tone is firm but gentle as he makes his point. One of his hands accentuated his words as he spoke. Sighing, he turns his attention back to his computer. “No more teasing, sweetie.” With that, he gets back to typing, determined to not be distracted anymore; keeping his focus on the novel. 

Yet the second his eyes return to the screen, a smirk curls against your lips. ‘Perfect, he’s getting frustrated. Time for the finale.’ As you nuzzle into his neck once more, you continue to pepper light kisses on his neck. Letting your lips linger on a few, the hand on his chest moves to unbutton his top shirt button. Your eyes stay locked on his expression, watching him the entire time as he tries to refrain from letting you distract him further. Yet by the pink of his ears, you can tell your touch is working.

Keeping an excruciatingly slow pace, you unbutton another button. Fingers playing with the fabric on his shirt, the skin of your hand just lightly grazing his bare chest. Ike closes his eyes tightly for a second, attempting to calm his breathing. He can’t let you win. He's stubborn. But he knows that you are, too. In the process of him trying to control his breathing, it suddenly catches in his throat – feeling your tongue lick at his neck, causing his body to tense and shiver.

“Hmm?” You chuckle as you bring your hand up, using a finger to turn his head towards you. “What’s wrong? Something bothering you?” You bring yourself closer, noses barely touching, as you say in a hushed voice, “I thought you were gonna continue working?” As you observe, his eye twitches and his face becomes increasingly red from frustration and embarrassment. You slide your hand into the newfound opening you had made in his shirt, sliding it down to undo a few more buttons, your eyes following the path of your hand. Before you can fully get down to his stomach, you feel a firm hand wrap around your wrist. Looking back up at your boyfriend through your lashes; continuing to act innocent even if he doesn’t buy it anymore.

The novelist lets out a deep breath as he continues to watch you. The look in his hazel eyes is intense. He’s figured out the game you're playing and as much as he doesn’t want to let you win, he’s just as touch-starved as you. His frustration mixes with his bottled-up affection. He just wants you; wants to touch and tease you back. Ike pulls you closer by your captured wrist, wanting to kiss you.

Except he’s left you wanting for so long; you can’t just give him what he wants so easily. Tilting your head away slightly, his lips press against your cheek instead. When he pulls away, he’s met with your half-lidded expression. “Uh-uh, come on Ikey. Did you think I’d give you what you want after you’ve deprived me of what I’ve wanted for days?” With a breathy tone, you lean closer to his ear, “I know you’re frustrated, but whose fault is that?” With how close you are, you can hear the sound of his teeth clenching in vexation as your warm breath brushes against his ear.

He lets out a huff, and you chuckle as you pull away. Feeling quite pleased with yourself as you’ve successfully gotten him frustrated and aroused. Removing your wrist out of his hold, you grab his as you stand from your chair, pushing it aside as it’s completed its purpose. With a little shove, Ike’s desk chair easily rolls back as you make space to scoot in between him and his desk. Using your knees to knock his legs further apart to make room for yourself. Lifting a knee to place on the open space on his chair, right in between his thighs, you use your free hand to brace yourself on the back of the chair as you hover over him. “You can keep working, babe. But I think I should help with your growing problem down there.” You both simultaneously look at the ever-growing bulge in Ike’s pants and then back at each other. Ike’s gaze seemed to grow more intense behind his frames – but also a splash of excitement. “Plus, it’ll give me what I want, win-win.” You say with a smile.

Ike gives no resistance to what you’re implying, keeping still in your grasp. Only his piercing hazel eyes tell you everything you need to know. There’s a pause before he finally speaks, his tone deeper – almost exasperated – as he talks. “Fine. I’ll let you do what you want. But–" he gives you a sharp look "I am going to get you back for this. Expect a punishment following this; I won’t be going easy on you.” He feels your hands tremble a bit at the thought. However, you stay firm as you move closer to his face.

Lips grazing his as you speak, “Likewise.” You lean forward and finally connect your lips properly. Ike nearly catches you off guard with how quickly he pushes his tongue in your mouth. You're not complaining though, you want it just as much as he does. He leans his head forward, tongue swirling with yours as he tries to gain the upper hand on you; his glasses bumping against your face lightly. Opening your eyes, you pull back from his lips, his head jerking forward a bit from the sudden action. Your laugh is breathy. “Aww, so pent-up.” He pants as he looks up at you through his eyelashes, eyes conveying annoyance and unhidden lust. "Don’t worry, I’ll help you with that, but we’re gonna do it my way.”

The novelist raises an eyebrow at you, curious about what you have in store for him. Your hands separate from his wrist and he has to hold himself back from pulling you against him – knowing you’d stop if he was too rash. He feels your hand on his chest and he follows it as it trails down, continuing your earlier actions of unbuttoning his shirt as you make your way lower. Ike jolts a bit when you make it to the hem of his pants. The lust clouding his mind enhances his senses, causing your touch to feel like jolts of electricity throughout his body. He looks back up when he hears that infuriatingly teasing, yet alluring tone from you.

“Since you’re so adamant about working, I’ll let you do it. But, I’m going to take what I want from you…” trailing off with a breathy chuckle, you lean closer, lips nearly brushing his ear, “and what I want is your cock in my mouth.” Your voice is a low whisper, and you smirk as you feel him shiver from the vulgarity of your words.

Pulling back, you remove your knee from his chair, kneeling in front of him as you pull him closer by the armrest. He watches as you undo his belt and pants, hands, then gently pulling his half-hard cock out of his boxers. Licking your lips, you slowly start to pump him in your hand, looking up to watch his face scrunch in pleasure. “Mmm, already so close to being hard, that desperate for my lips, aren’t you?”

He scowls at you, composing himself before scooting in closer – startling you a bit. Ike reaches up to adjust his glasses, giving you a small smirk of his own, making it feel as though your stomach was doing flips. “How about you stop talking and get to work? You’re the one who seems eager for it, darling.” Ike wasn’t gonna let you humiliate him completely. He might be sexually frustrated right now, but he could still make you a mess. A precursor to the punishment he’s going to give you later. And quite frankly, you were looking forward to it.

With a huff, you get to work immediately. Building up the saliva in your mouth before spitting in your hand, pumping him with a firmer grip than before. Ike hisses in pleasure, yet is quick to straighten himself out as he consciously returns his attention to his work, continuing to type away at his novel. He lets out a few sighs, his breathing heavy as he works, biting at his lip to keep himself somewhat composed. ‘How the hell am I gonna concentrate with their hand on me like that–ugh, I won’t be able to hold back for very long.’

His little noises only pushed you to continue, enjoying being able to finally touch him, and soon, taste him. Your hand works meticulously and with practice ease, as you feel him grow harder, the wetness of your saliva helping your hand glide across him. When he is fully hard, you pull your hand away, using your other hand to push any hair out of your face before giving his cock a long lick from the base to the tip. Giving it a little kiss and giggling when you hear yet another sharp inhale of breath. Returning your hand to hold him as you lean forward to lick up and down his cock repeatedly, your hand massaging his tip; urging his pre-cum to leak out. 

His cock throbs in your hand, feeling the wetness of the pre-cum cover your thumb as you rubbed the underside of his tip. Collecting it, you use it to lube his cock more, stroking it a few more times before you lean your head forward. Your lips give the tip of his cock another kiss before taking him into your mouth, letting your tongue swipe across it slowly.

Ike lets out a low grunt, his thighs twitching from the pleasurable strokes of your tongue. He risks taking a peek down at you; watching as you engulf half of him, feeling it slide down your throat. ‘Fuck, that feels good…’ Biting his lip, Ike’s fist clench on his desk, his breath shaky and voice getting caught in his throat from holding back his noises. His eyes follow your movements, watching you bob your head up and down, feeling your hands move to rest on his legs. The moans and sighs you were making against him weren’t helping, as he felt himself start to throb more into your mouth.

He's surprised when you suddenly lock eyes with him, a whine almost slipping past his lips when you suddenly pull off his cock. Smirking up at him with an intentional licking of your lips – his eyes tracking the movement. “What’s the matter? I thought you were working on your novel, babe?”

Ike lets out a guttural noise before looking back at his screen. His eyes quickly scan the contents before looking back down at you, seeming to contemplate his next move. The novelist weighs between two invisible options before letting out a deep breath, settling his intense lust-clouded hazel eyes on you. “To hell with it…” He sees your eyes widen as he scoots his chair away from the desk, your hands landing on the floor as they fall from his legs. “I can’t take it anymore–just, come on. Please, finish me off. Your mouth feels… exquisite.” His voice was demanding and breathy, and he watched as your expression grew just a bit more flustered; his lips twitching upward briefly in a smirk.

Swallowing hard, you collect yourself before looking up at him with half-lidded excitement. You leaned your body forward, crawling towards him as you held his burning gaze. When you get back in between his legs, your eyes glance down at his cock before looking back to him. “Don’t hold back, baby. I want all that cum in my mouth.” And with that, your mouth took him in again, bobbing your head with just as much vigor as before.

The office is filled with the sounds of both your moans; yours muffled and his quiet with a mix of lustful sighs. Ike watches intently as you suck him off, the wet sounds only driving him closer to the edge. He wanted more–no; he needed more. All he wanted right now was to cum in your mouth. To watch you swallow it slowly, tasting and milking all of him. He watched on, one of his hands tangled in his hair, pushing his bangs back to make sure he could take in the sight of you when an idea struck him. The novelist's free hand trailed its way down to rest on the top of your head, causing you to look up at him from your ministrations.

“Darling,” the pet name dripped from his lips like honey, “how about you take a bit more?” You were about to nod when you felt his hand slip to the back of your head. It took you a moment to register, but he was a bit quicker than your thoughts. “Here, let me help you…” Ike twists his fingers into a good portion of your hair before pulling at it to make you take more of his cock in your mouth. You let out a long moan as your eyelids flutter. This type of desperation from your boyfriend is rare; yet whenever it does happen, it never fails to make you feel heat flaring throughout your body. Your lips and tongue move faster against him, happily taking every inch as his moaning picks up in frequency. His glasses have started to fog around the edges thanks to the heat radiating off his breath. It took every last shred of will not to close his eyes from the immense pleasure.

You could feel his hips starting to softly buck into your mouth, and every time he’d pull your hair it would only spur you on to take more of him – causing you to deep throat his length. His moans were getting more unashamed as you made sure your mouth left no inch of him untouched; getting louder as he chased his orgasm. You feel saliva start to form more and drip down his cock, trying to keep up with his hips; tongue swirling around to give him more friction. 

Ike’s heartbeat was heavy in his ears and he felt his whole body tense. He has to swallow hard to keep his voice from giving out as he moans. “Come on darling, so close. I’m almost there…” He reaches the other hand in his hair down to your head, both hands now firmly on your head. The sweat that had begun to form on his forehead, drips down the side of his face; a side effect of your current activity, filling the room with tangible heat.

You feel Ike pull your hair back, making you look him in the eyes; moaning in response to how hot he looked. Keeping eye contact with him, you feel him twitch even more in your mouth. Reaching down to rub in-between your legs to give yourself some relief, wanting to cum along with him; needing the sought-after friction since this began. His eyes widen a bit as he watches your hand frantically rub against yourself, then fully slipping beneath the hem of your clothes, causing him to bite his lip as he pushes your head into him deeper. 

“Oh fuck, baby, I’m cumming! I’m– Ah! Come on… be good–hah–swallow it all..” Ike's eyes instinctively close as he cums, cock throbbing and feeling bliss as it all pours down your throat. His back arches in his chair from the pleasure before collapsing back down, sweat-coated chest heaving with his labored breaths. 

It’s to the feeling of his warm cum filling your mouth that draws you to orgasm as well, body trembling as you try to keep your mouth closed around him to swallow; your own hand slowing to draw out the pleasure. Your eyes roll back as you drink him in slowly, free hand reaching up to softly massage his balls, wanting every last drop; Ike lets out a cute gasp as you do.

The novelist watches you with breathless wonder, feeling as though he could go again with how debauched you looked. So eager to drink down every drop of him. He swallows hard as you release him from your mouth only to start licking him clean, letting out a soft sigh when you finally pull your mouth away from his softening cock - but not without leaving one last kiss on it as you do. He leans his head back as he tries to steady his breathing, untangling his hands from your hair to wipe away the sweat from his face.

You chuckle as you watch him, slipping your hand out of your pants. As your eyes wander up his body to look up at his face, you wet your swollen lips, speaking up to tease him. “I’m glad I finally got your attention away from your book.” Your voice is somewhat raspy after the act you’d just done. “Maybe I should do this more often when you're overworking yourself, hmm?” You laugh as his head lifts to look at you, a pouty expression on his flushed face.

“You better not…” Hazel eyes squint at you.

“Hehe, well maybe you should learn to take proper breaks then, Ikey.” You stick your tongue out at him playfully and he huffs, defeated.

He shakes his head, a fond look in his eyes. “Fine, but only because you’re not asking. You’re honestly demanding me more than anything, sweetie…” You giggle and carefully stand up, legs a bit wobbly from sitting on them for so long. Ike notices this and scoots forward, grabbing your wrist gently to steady you. “Careful there, darling.”

Nodding in appreciation, you steady your stance, looking down to make sure you're not wobbling anymore. Meeting his eyes, you smile sweetly. “We should go get cleaned up. I’m insisting that we take a shower together, then I’ll leave you alone again so you can finish those last few pages.”

He lets go of you and nods in agreement, tucking himself back in his pants as he does. “Well, how could I refuse, dear? I’ll also give you cuddles and attention, like I said earlier after I’m done. You deserve it after my negligence.” Ike stands up and gives you one of his beautiful soft smiles, making your gaze soften.

“Well, I just hope you learned your lesson. Come on now, I’m sure you don’t like being sweaty either.” You walk happily towards the door, hearing your boyfriend’s footsteps follow behind you.

Just as you're about to leave the room, you feel his hand softly rest on your shoulder, before feeling his soft breath on your ear; his voice has an almost sinister tone as he whispers, “And since I’m recalling things,” a shiver racks through your body, “don’t think I forgot about your… punishment, that I mentioned earlier.” Your eyes widen as you tense and you’re about to look at him. However, he just continues moving past you, making his way to your shared bathroom.

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Mod S 👿: Here I am fighting the Bottom!Ike agenda. Not that it’s shown too much here, but I really tried to mimic his kinda ‘assertive’ nature here (idk how to explain it). I was very heavily going off of how he acts in the Voice-packs and some character mannerisms he’s done on stream too. Anyway, first time writing Ike with smut, I hope I did okay!

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[anemonelovesfiction]

Kinktober 7- Blowjob

Neteyam x Human! Fem Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Blowjob…. Duh

Continuing to write my kinktober prompts as promised after taking a much needed mental break from tumblr is actually very nice, I feel like a plant that finally got some sun! I hope you guys enjoy!

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Translation Station

Yawntutsyìp: Little Darling

Ma’Yawntu: My loved one

Word Count: 1.5k

Her delicate little hands ran down the shaft of my cock effortlessly with the precome she’d collected from the tip, it had just started dribbling out every once in a while in fat droplets, but I could tell she’d been paying attention to me a little too well. Her wrists curve toward me as she moves her hand up toward the head, making sure to twist it back toward herself as she slides down, making sure to take her time. I adjust myself from where I’d been sitting, having her shift her eyes toward me, swiftly moving back to focus on her hands, lip stuck between her teeth as she seems to lose herself on my cock.

“You’re really hard,” She stated with an experimental squeeze and I find myself almost rolling my eyes behind my head at the action, but find my eyes half-lidded as they take her in, her small mouth had all of my attention and I wanted to know if she’d be able to fit my cock in there.

“Only for you, yawntutsyíp.” I commented in a smooth tone but feel my breath get sucked in harshly as she adds her second hand onto my cock, both of them squeezing harder than she had with her one hand, humming as I close my eyes and enjoy the feel of her tiny warm hands.

“You have a big head,” She mutters almost silently but my eyes snapped open, ears turning her way to show her I was listening, but it didn’t matter when her attention had been on my cock, precome had started dribbling out periodically, almost flowing, but not quite. Her hands come to a standstill as she cups my cock just below the head, bringing her thumbs up to the slit and spreading the precome directly on the head.

“Ah-“ My hips rut up lightly at the action, her head snapping up to inspect my face, hands staying perfectly still.

“I’m sorry did that-“

“No, just unexpected, small thing.” I reply with the nickname I used for her, she was indeed a small thing, she wasn’t very tall to begin with, but I loved her all the same. My hand comes up to pat her hair, feeling an indescribable urge to bring my fingers down to trail her cheekbones, skipping over toward her cheeks to grasp them and making her lips pucker at the light pressure, her eyes meeting mine.

“I want you to use your mouth, ma’yawntu.” I explain as my eyes dip toward her bottom lip, thumb abandoning her cheek as it swipes down its plumpness, watching as it bounces back once my thumb is lifted off of it. She pokes out her tongue to wet her lip, her eyes refusing to leave my face, catching her gaze once more and seeing her nod slowly with widened eyes. To the untrained eye she looked scared, to me she looked like my prey, how I loved when she looked like this.

She rips her gaze from mine and looks back toward my cock, swallowing thickly as she mentally prepares to spread her mouth open wide enough to take my length into her adorably small mouth. I always caught myself wondering if it would fit when we’d first started our little rendezvous, but I knew better, I knew she could take it.

The warmth her tongue provided as she licked the slit of my cock had me gasping, dragging it across deliciously slow, flattened tongue curving as the tip licks off the remaining precome, bringing her muscle back in to savor the taste of me in her mouth, a whimper and a sharp exhale before she wraps her mouth around the head.

“Oh my Eywa,” I muttered as my hand finds her scalp, palm right in the middle of her head, fingers dripping down to properly grasp the top half of her head.

“Mmm-“ She mumbles as she takes more of my cock in her mouth, using her tiny hands to continue rubbing against the parts that didn’t fit in her small mouth, feeling the tip of my head sliding into her throat, the immediate rejection as her throat closes down harshly and she pulls her face off my cock.

“I can’t, Teyam, you’re too big.” She sounds dejected, saliva and precome both shining on her lips and chin, drawing out the most primal urges to just pull her by her skull and fuck myself into her mouth.

“Yes you can, yawntutsyìp, just relax, you’ve done it before.” I attempt to encourage her as my thumb swipes along her forehead, hand still fixed onto her head, watching as her eyes cross to look up at my thumb, face beaming with a smile as her eyes adjust to look at mine once more.

“Okay, I’ll try again,” She mumbles while leaning back down, the familiar warmth engulfing the head once more, my fingers stiffening on her scalp as my free hand forms a fist, I never want to push her head down and lose myself and end up hurting her, that was never my intention.

“That’s a good girl,” I mumble as I feel her throat open up to receive me once more, feeling as her hands stop moving, placing all of her focus on relaxing her throat and groaning loudly at the feel of myself sliding in easily, feeling her hands start to pick up speed on the rest of my cock she had yet to fit in her mouth.

“Fuck, I told you,” I rarely ever cussed or bothered with using the English language, but these were one of the few occasions I used it in, the semi-foreign word slipping past my lips as I tilt my own head back, eyes closed as I enjoy her mouth working on me. I’d have to reward her for this a little later.

“I told you it would fit, doing so good for me,” I mumble again and will myself to raise my head as I feel the slightest rocking motion coming from my own hips, already feeling the drool slipping out of her mouth, dribbling past my thighs and onto the ground. I could feel the fire in my cock intensify, wanting nothing more than to shoot my load into her warm throat, but knowing it would piss her off if I did.

“If you keep doing this I might come,” I mutter, finding her eyes straining to look up, still meeting mine either way, knowing my face was scrunched up in pleasure, cheeks tinted darkly, eyes half lidded as I attempt to keep them open.

I could feel her hands pick up their speed as she twists them around the length of my cock, the comforts of her throat leaving my cock and a whine threatening to escape, but I refrain, I always told her we wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want to, her mouth coming off my cock with a pop and the evening air immediately hitting it, making me grunt.

“Can I swallow it this time?” She asks and it catches me off guard, her hands coming up to rub the mixture of precome and drool around the head, taking this opportunity to rut my hips into her hands since her mouth was no longer on it.

“Great mother, you can do anything you want to do with it, my body is yours ma’tìyawn.” I answered truthfully and see her small smile before my cock is in her mouth once again, her pace having changed to a fast paced one, her hands starting to move quicker than it had before, my nails finally raking into her scalp as she continues her part.

“I’m close, small thing, ahh~” I don’t bother hiding my moans from her, knowing she appreciated when I was vocal about it, hearing her own moaning come from below me and the scent of her arousal hitting my nostrils, knowing my pupils were blown wide from both the pleasure and the scent, her moans stroking my cock in glorious ways, my head catching into her throat again and not resisting the smallest of thrusts, feeling her throat opening for me and grasping her head harder.

“I’m coming!” I manage to state just as my cock twitches in her throat, feeling her swallow reflex, effectively catching my come and prolonging my orgasm at the same time, feeling my eyes roll back, her hands coming down onto my thighs to hold herself steady, losing her own rhythm as she backs off my cock, the semi-hard member covered in my own come, some of it dripping out of her mouth as she attempts to catch her breath.

I grasp her by her cheeks like I’d previously done, lips puckering at the action, bringing her mouth onto mine for a kiss, not caring that I could taste my own come from her lips.

“That was amazing, yawne, now could you please lay down so I can take care of you?” I ask as I begin kissing her neck, a broken laugh coming from her as she follows my instructions.

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[only-angel-28]

mastermind, part three

oh my goshhh im so sorry this one took me like ten years (i had exams🤡🙏) i wrote part four as well as an apology🤞🤞

anyways heres part three, getting into that situationship situation rn we love to see it

but no fr idk how i feel abt this part so please lmk ur thoughts and that, hopefully the next parts will be better idk ily guys sm omg-

warnings: none i think, probably some swearing, mostly fluff

mastermind, masterlist

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I walk over to Theo, passing by drunken teenagers either making out or snorting cocaine. The strobe lights hit his face, bringing his bright eyes out every now and again as he looks up at me.

“Hey,” he says as I come to sit next to him on the sofa in the dark corner.

“Hey.” I reply back looking towards his book, “What are you reading?”

“Bukawoski,” he responded plainly, dog-earing the book and putting it aside to direct his full attention to me.

“Bukawoski? A muggle writer?” I ask in surprise “What possessed your pureblood mind to read that?”

He shrugs and answers, “I heard you and that curly-haired girl over there talking about it one time at dinner and I thought I’d see what all the nonsense was about.”

“Oh yeah? And how are you finding it?” I ask, a grin creeping up to my lips.

“Love is a dog from hell is pretty good. Bloody questionable, no doubt but good.” He says staring down at my lips from time to time.

We sit in silence for a moment, observing each other as the music played in the background until his strong unwavering gaze becomes too much for me and I break away and try to talk about something.

“So how was the match? Had fun losing?” I smirk at him and see his soft smile becoming a frown but I could see the tiniest sliver of a smile under it.

“Shut the fuck up, we didn’t have enough time for warm-ups and it was bloody freezing.” he complains whiningly which sends me into a burst of creasing laughter.

With a smile on his face, Theo asks me, “What’s so funny?”

I barely manage to get any words out from the laughter that has taken over my body, spreading to Theo’s too.

Our little moment is interrupted by a figure in front of us.

“Hi, care to join the others for a game?”, Cormac grins down at us, making Theo cease his laughter almost immediately and glare up at him.

Before he has the chance to say anything rude I take mine, “Yeah sure, we’d love to.” I smile up at Cormac and grab Theo by the arm dragging him towards the group settled on the carpet with an empty beer bottle in the middle of the circle.

“Ah welcome! Nott, Lestrange, joining us for seven minutes in heaven?” Ron asks from his place on the carpet.

“I don’t think I have much of a choice Weasley.” Theo jokes with Ron. Or at least I think it’s a joke. Whatever, at least they’re not bruising each other right now.

Though if Theo’s looks could kill, Cormac would’ve been six feet under by now…

“Okay, I’m going first!” Ginny Weasley says and spins the bottle making it turn a few times before landing on…Harry.

“No. Absolutely not. Ginny go back to your dorm, I’m not having this.” Ron says strictly before passing the bottle to me.

I spin it as Ginny grumbles and goes to another corner of the room being closely followed by Harry, away from Ron’s sights for once. Theo seems to catch my gaze and smiles softly.

“Oh now won’t you look at that, it was almost Gryffindor and Slytherin but I guess the choosing hat’s powers radiate all the way here.” Ron jokes as the bottle nearly lands on Theo, erupting butterflies in my tummy until they all fall down again when the bottle finally lands on Cormac.

Lord please no.

I stay in my position on the carpet, refusing to look at Cormac’s disturbingly growing grin and reach for Theo’s hand instead.

“Oh, Y/N I completely forgot about our detention with Flitwick from the other day, we’d better be going now.” Theo says as he pretends to check his watch, pulls me up and sarcastically smiles at Cormac before saying, “Sorry mate.”

We make it out of the common room easily, thank God, and I have a million thanks for Theo but a question still remains.

“Why did you do that?” I say plainly as we start walking and Theo pulls out a cigarette, putting it between his pink lips and reaching for a lighter in his pocket.

“No reason,” he mumbles through his teeth as the cold autumn air hits our faces.

“You sure? You’d normally just walk out. No explanation.”

“Well,” he begins, looking at me for a second before taking a drag of his cigarette and breathing it out, “I would. But you wouldn’t, and if I just pulled you up with no explanation then the others might think something else. And anyway I can’t stand seeing you with that bastard.” he says frowning to himself.

“Oh yeah?” I smirk at him, “Why’s that?”

“Not good enough for you.”

“Then what is good enough for me Theo?” I say as we enter the castle again and walk into a deserted, dark hallway.

He says nothing but brushes his hand with mine before pausing and offering me a drag from his cigarette. “Mm, no, I like my lungs, thanks.”

“Suit yourself.” he shrugs and as he puts the cigarette back in his mouth the sleeve of his shirt lifts a bit showing his soft skin tainted with something…black?

“What’s that?” I ask, taking my hands out of my pockets and point to his arm quickly.

He pulls his sleeve back down as quickly as he can and mumbles a quick ‘nothing’, looking panicked and anxious all of a sudden.

“Theo? Are you okay? I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked.” I apologise and regardless of his “No don’t worry lovie you don’t need to apologise"s, I still feel unsure and try to reach out for him but he flinches away before I can say anything.

“M’sorry I just- I have to go. I’ll um, I’ll see you tomorrow.” he says quickly and strides off to the Slytherin common room. As he was mumbling this, I had a chance to asses his behaviour. Rather than the cool, calm and nonchalant Theo that I’m used to, I saw the glassy-eyed, apprehensive and slightly vulnerable Theo.

What was that?

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theo’s pov

“Well, good morning to you too,” Draco says to me, smiling as I harshly drop my bag down on the breakfast table.

“What’s wrong with you?” Pansy asks, before putting a spoonful of cereal in her mouth.

I sigh before answering, “I’ve got potions first period.”

“...And that’s bad because…?” Blaise drags out, looking at me in curiosity.

“Because she’s there and the Yule Ball’s coming up, and I should’ve asked her earlier but I didn’t, and now that that bloody git Cormac’s probably going to go with her.”

My short rant left the table in silence for a moment before Pansy replied,

“Don’t worry about it Theo, even if she is going with Cormac I’m pretty sure she’s not going to have much fun with him.”

“Yeah no for real, guy’s a fucking pussy.” Blaise agrees, having had many classes with him before.

We get into our nonsensical chatter until the bell rings and everyone starts clearing off to lessons and I hold Draco back by his elbow before he moves off and whisper nervously to him, “What if she sees it?”

“Sees what?” he says with furrowed brows, making me roll my eyes and point to my forearm saying, “What if she sees it.”

Draco looks down at my covered arm and looks at his and says, “Don’t worry mate, we’ll be fine.”, smiles and moves off.

“Thanks for the reassurance mate,” I say after him as we walk together with Blaise to our classes, them to dark arts and me to potions.

“Trust me I know, she’s my cousin after all.” Draco smiles before Blaise nods to my class door, “Make sure you ask her.”

I enter the room and looking up towards my seat I can see Y/N smiling and waving excitedly at me, as I get closer I wave back reciprocating her enthusiasm.

“How come you’re so happy on a Monday morning?” I ask as I place my books down and take my seat.

“Look what I made for you,” she says as she pulls out a silver ring with stars engraved on the sides with both our initials, “I always see you wearing that one ring on your hand so I thought I’d make you another for the other hand. And you like astrology a lot so I thought I’d put some stars on it or something I don’t know. Do you like it?”

My heart skips a beat and blood rushes to my ears and cheeks as I sit there stunned as she looks back at me expectantly.

“No ones given me a present before.” I say quietly and meet her eyes getting softer by my words.

“What? Like ever?” she asks as she tilts her head slightly to the right in question.

God this girl’s gonna be the death of me.

“No uhm,” I clear my throat before continuing, “My mother used to give me loads, you know for my birthday or Christmas or whatever but after she uhm…” I take a pause, trying to collect my emotions and reach out for the ring in her soft hands, “I don’t really get that many any more, my dad’s not really big on presents or anything.” I try to block out the thought of him and look up at the gorgeous girl in front of me but the look in her eyes breaks me more than my father ever could.

“Don’t worry Teddy, we’re friends now so you’re getting showered in presents starting with this one.

Now show me your homework, I need to copy it before he comes around to check.” she says as she takes my books and starts copying out my work, leaving me stunned by her words.

Friends.

I look down at the small piece of jewellery between my fingers and slip it on with a small smile on my face.

I’m so fucked.

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ok omg that was part three, kinda shitty ik but dw i did part four too and its probably already up rn so go read that too, part five is currently in progress😋🤞

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[kennahjune]

PART 4 of S3 STEDDIE

Hop on board cause I’m making no promises of this being the last part

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True to his word, Eddie showed up to the shop around 10 with the Jeff and Gareth. And someone Steve didn’t quite know.

Steve chuckled as he watched the kids crowd him, all of them talking a mile a minute. Steve had informed them happily about Eddie’s DND background the previous night, and Lucas, Mike and Will were quick to jump on board.

El came to stand next to him behind the counter, quickly taking the open stool left behind there for employees.

“Too loud for you?”

El nodded.

“Yeah.” Steve chuckled. “They get like that. It’s pretty sweet, actually.”

El nodded.

Steve ruffled her hair and stepped out of the store to gather the shitheads.

“Hey, hey!” Steve clapped his hands. “Inside all of you! Let the guys in before you hound them!”

Will and Lucas both scurried inside, eager to hear more about DND and the weird shit that goes down in the trailer park. Steve huffed and looked pointedly at Max and Mike, who were loitering.

“You both to. Inside.”

They huffed and rolled their eyes, but made no arguments the second time around.

The guys walked in to, Steve moving out of their way as they all waved friendly hellos.

Eddie stayed by the door with Steve, both basking in silence and the chatter from inside the store.

Steve turned to Eddie. “Hey, uh, I get off of here at 2, and I have to drop the kids off, but um— I was wondering if you wanted to maybe come by afterwards?” Steve refused to look Eddie in the eye and anywhere in the face for that matter. His gaze remained on the floor of Scoops Ahoy while he picked at his bottom lip. He really needed some new chapstick.

Eddie bumped shoulders with him and Steve rocked with the hit. “Totally, Stevie. Why don’t you come by to mine, huh? I can even pick you up at 3?”

Steve did look at him this time, his eyes shining and picking up the nervous grin and bashful blush. Steve grinned merrily and held back a squeal and a clap. “Sure! Of course— totally, that works, uh— 3 then?”

“You got it sweetheart. I’ll see you at the 3.”

And with that, Eddie called the guys over and they all left. Steve finally let out that squeal and clap.

“Steve are you going on a date with Eddie!?”

Oh man.

…

“Eddie are you going on a date with Steve!?”

Oh man.

“No, Gare-bear. We’re just hanging out at the trailer later.” Eddie denied and denied. He snatched Gareth’s paper bowl of ice cream and took a bite. Gareth huffed and crossed his arms, mumbling about him owing 3 dollars.

“‘Not a date’ he says, and yet Harrington had him twirling his hair and smiling like a middle school girl,” Jeff taunted, giving Gareth his own ice cream to make up for his new lack.

Gareth took the ice cream with a grin and thanks.

“Shut it. I was not twirling my hair.” He so was. Still is, actually.

Brian scoffed. “Dude, get over yourself. You’re clearly into him— and from the looks of it he’s into you! What’s so wrong with saying that?”

Eddie frowned and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Cause I kind of wanted him to be an asshole.”

Jeff raised and eyebrow, stealing a bite of Brian’s ice cream.

“Like—“ Eddie waved a hand in the air. “—he was an asshole in high school, but also, not really? He never actually did anything to anyone. Barely even laughed. He was just bitchy, now that I look back on it. And I guess there was some part of me that wanted him to be an asshole so that I didn’t seem like a dick for hating him.”

“But you don’t hate him.” Gareth pointed out with his ice cream spoon.

Eddie scoffed and flailed his arms to turn around. “Yeah well— I don’t know!”

“You literally just asked him on a date?” criticized Brian.

“It’s not a date! We’re literally just hanging out!” Eddie continued walking backwards out of the mall.

“Yeah,” Jeff rolled his eyes. “You guys are ‘hanging out’ but he’s coming to your place at 3 and just the mere idea of it has you not only red in the face but so flustered you trip.”

“What?” Eddie asked incredulously. “I didn’t tri—“

He tripped over a curb in the sidewalk.

Gareth spit out his ice cream laughing at him. At least it didn’t get on Eddie this time.

Whatever.

It wasn’t a date.

…

It wasn’t a date.

But Steve was getting ready for it like it was.

Max and Mike were on his bed. Neither really wanted to go home and decided to stick at Steve’s for a bit longer. Steve let them, but he called Jonathan over beforehand to keep an eye on them. It got him an eye roll from both of them but it was whatever.

Mike and Max were sifting through the shirts he’d pulled out from his closet.

“You don’t have anything.. I dunno, darker?” asked Max.

Mike scoffed. “Don’t even. Eddie’s clearly into the pastel shit Steve wears.”

“I don’t see why.”

“Yeah well not everyone wants to look like a walking traffic cone.”

Max threw a polo at his face.

“Do you have any of those sweaters you used to wear with Nancy?” Asked Mike.

“What about that light blue one Nancy got you for Christmas last year?” Asked Jonathan from the bedroom doorway. They all jumped at the sudden intrusion.

“Christ, Byers!” screamed Mike.

“Don’t ‘Byers’ me, Wheeler. I’ll take your crayons.”

Mike stuck his tongue out.

“I don’t have the sweater right now, it needs washed.” Steve answered. He’d gotten batter on it when he was baking with Joyce and El a while back.

Mike bypassed him and looked through his closet. Steve let him. He knew he’d be missing a couple of button ups later (they all stole each others clothes one way or another) but it was whatever.

Jonathan joined Max on the bed.

“What about these jeans?” Jonathan held up a pair of light wash blue jeans that Steve still fit from junior year. Well— “fit” was putting it lightly. They squeezed around his ass and thighs a lot more than they used to. But maybe that was what he needed tonight.

“Yeah, those work.”

“These to!” Steve barely caught the shirts— plural— that were thrown at him from Mike. The first was one of his many white tank tops. He threw it on without much thought and examined the second shirt. This one was one of his more rare shirts; a short sleeve, light brown, flannel button up.

“Put it on, doffus.” Mike waved his hand at him in a scarily similar way to Erica. Steve wondered briefly if Erica got it from Mike or if Mike got it from Erica.

Steve put the shirt on and buttoned only the bottom button. He tucked it in the jeans very loosely.

It was oddly perfect.

“Now go change! Maybe I can do your eyeliner!” Max shoved him away.

Steve scoffed. There was no way he was letting her do his eyeliner.

.

Steve let her do his eyeliner.

It was painful. Max poked him in the eye with the pen at least 3 times and he kept having to remind himself that he couldn’t rub at his eyes unless he wanted to ruin it and go looking like a raccoon.

It was a pretty subtle touch, actually. Max and Mike made sure to keep it light while Jonathan watched from his desk chair. Mike even let Max do his eyeliner. The eyeliner brought just enough attention to his eyes but also distracted from his ungodly eye bags. He needed to buy some more concealer soon. Max offered hers but they aren’t the same shade.

Jonathan even convinced him to put in his diamond studs. Which sent Max and Mike into a frenzy about his ears being pierced. He’d gotten them done as a baby because his mom wanted them done but his dad refused to let him wear earrings.

Mike whined about wanting his ears pierced for a while.

In the end, Steve was happy with his new look.

Max and Mike stared at him, examining.

“I love it.”

“It suits you, oddly enough.”

“Happy to please.” Steve gave a dorky bow. Max and Mike scoffed.

“You look amazing, Steve. Before you go I do want a picture though.” Jonathan held up his camera.

“A picture? What for?”

“You’re first date with a guy, duh!” Yelled Max. Mike snickered.

Steve flushed. But in the end he let Jonathan take the picture.

That was when the doorbell rang.

…

It wasn’t a date.

But of course Eddie was treating it like one.

Which is why he sat with Gareth, Brian and Jeff in his room, rifling through his drawers for something half-decent while they tried their bests to pick up the absolute wreck of a room.

“Dude I promise he’ll like you in anything you wear. Seriously.” Reassured Jeff.

“I know I know! But I want a shirt that’s at least clean!” Exclaimed Eddie over the racket of Metallica playing from his radio.

Gareth and Brian shared a look.

“Eddie. Park your ass.” Gareth demanded.

Eddie opened his mouth.

“Park your ass right the fuck now.” Gareth snapped his fingers and pointed to the bed. Eddie huffed and sat like a dog. Gareth was scary when he was mad.

“Now listen. You’re fine. You have like half an hour before you have to pick him up. All you really need is a shirt and a pair of jeans that don’t smell odd.” Gareth went to take Eddie place rifling through his dresser. “Boom.”

The jeans he threw at Eddie were black (like all his jeans) and had rips in the knees. The shirt was a simple, white, used-to-be-t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and the entire thing cropped to just above his bellybutton. Not to mention all the holes in it from getting caught in fences and just deciding to take scissors to it one day. The black Metallica symbol was well faded with time and love.

Eddie deemed it good enough and changed quickly.

“Now.” Gareth clapped his hands. “Put your hair up in a bun, get it off your neck. But not a high bun, just right behind your head. Hang on lemme—“

Eddie, Jeff and Brian let Gareth do his thing. Surprise surprise; Gareth had actually been on his fair share of dates. A lot more than the rest of them anyway. And whatever the hell he was doing seemed to be working so fuck it.

Putting his hair up showed off where Eddie had pierced his ears all the way up, and the multiple studs and hoops going through the holes. Honestly it was refreshing getting his hair off his ears— strands kept getting caught in his earrings.

Jeff grabbed Eddie’s jewelry box from his dresser and sat down with it on his bed. Eddie stood in front of him while he attached chains to his belt loops for him.

Brian helped him clip a couple of silver necklaces and chains on as well and Gareth convinced him to put in his earrings and piercing. And soon enough Eddie was a menace to metal detectors around the world.

And right on time to.

Eddie rushed to put on his extremely worn out converse before running out the door with the other guys.

Gareth was dropped off first, then Brian. Then it was just Jeff and Eddie in the van while he drove.

“You’re gonna do great, man.” Jeff reassured. Eddie sighed.

“I know. I know that— but it’s like. Seriously nerve racking. Like I’ve been on little to no dates in my life but hanging out with Steve Harrington? Jeez.”

“Why are you so nervous? Make a move tonight! Ask him out for real this time man. I’m like 100% sure he’ll say yes.”

“Yeah but asking out Steve is like asking out a single mother. You don’t only have to lover her but the kids as well.”

“Those twerps?”

“Those ‘twerps’ were the subject of several of our conversations yesterday because of how much Steve loves them. I haven’t even met all of them apparently!”

Jeff laughed just as Eddie pulled up to his house. “You do you man. All I’m saying is make a damn move. Cause if you don’t, I will.”

Jeff got out of the car cackling while Eddie yelled at him from the drivers seat.

…

Steve opened the door and nearly fell over in astonishment.

Holy shit?

“Holy shit?”

Eddie grinned down at him. “‘Holy shit’ what, Harrington?”

“I— you— um. Uh.”

“Jesus, this is pathetic, Steve!” Mike yelled from the couch.

Steve hushed him harshly over his shoulder. He turned back to Eddie so quickly his bangs hit him in the face. “Sorry! Sorry. Mike and Max insisted on staying over for a bit. Come inside for a moment? I still have to grab a few things.” he smiled nervously and apologetically.

Eddie smiled back and accepted the invite in.

Steve is proud to say he only panicked a little. The back of his neck was moist with nerves and his hands were starting to get cold but he hasn’t burst into tears yet so he’ll consider it a win.

And honestly— with how Eddie showed up looking?— that’s such a fucking win.

God Steve wanted to to bite him.

Eddie made himself comfortable in the living room with Max and Mike while Steve dragged Jonathan upstairs to his room.

He closed the door maybe a little too loud but it’s fine. It’s whatever. What’s not whatever is the current impending breakdown over everything finally settling in.

“Steve. Sit down.”

He sat on the floor.

“That works.”

Jonathan sat right next to him and gathered him in his arms. “You’re ok. You looks amazing. Those jeans do wonders for your ass. I’m sure he thinks you look fucking fantastic. You’ve got this.”

And for a while that was how it went. Jonathan whispering small reassurances until Steve felt himself-enough to finally go back out there.

“God he looks so /good/, Jonathan! I wanna fucking bite him!” Steve put his head in his hands.

Jonathan smirked. “Save that for at least the third date, Steve.”

Steve groaned.

There was an insistent knocking on his bedroom door.

“If Steve’s done freaking out I think you guys should go soon!” yelled Mike from the other side.

Steve quickly stood with an uttered curse. The moment he walked back into the living room Eddie’s eyes seemed to lock on him.

Steve gulped.

…

Eddie gulped.

‘Holy shit’ was right.

Steve looked… he doesn’t even know. Ethereal? Divine? Like a fucking meal?

God Eddie wanted him.

And— Jesus Christ— was that eyeliner?

Steve Harrington was going to be the death of him. “Eddie Munson, 1965-1985, killed by the prettiest boy to ever walk this fucking Earth.”

Jesus H. Christ.

Steve invited him in and Eddie accepted. A smooth feeling of proudness and self-confidence flowing through him at the stuttered responses from Steve. Guess the guys were right. Though he’d never admit that to them.

The moment Steve closed the door behind him he was bounding off with Jonathan upstairs. Eddie tried not to think too much into /that/.

“He’s nervous.”

Eddie looked at Max.

“Nervous?”

“Hella. We’re talking 3 breakdowns and a panic attack nervous.” Confirmed Mike. “Dustin’s gonna be so pissed he missed Steve’s first date with a guy.”

Max snickered at that.

Eddie sputtered. “It isn’t—“

“—a date. Well I call bullshit. If you like Steve you take him out and you make him feel good, you hear me?” Max threatened.

Eddie put his hands up in surrender. “Nothing but the best for Stevie.”

Mike eyed him. The kid was actually kind of scary.

“You hurt him and I blow your fucking brains out.”

Jesus H. Christ. Steve Harrington control your kids.

Eddie sat on the other side of the living room from them.

When Mike went to go gather Steve and Jonathan after an impending 10 minutes, Eddie sat in momentary silence with Max.

“Mike means good. He’s a jackass but he’s been through some of the most with Steve.”

Eddie looked her in the eyes. “I promise on my weed stash and swear on my mothers grave that if hurt him neither of you will get a chance to fulfill your threats before I dig my own grave.”

Max snorted at that. Just as Steve came back, to.

Eddie’s eyes locked on him immediately, greedily drinking in the beautiful curve of waist and those plush thighs squeezed nicely by his jeans.

Eddie stood and gave a two-finger salute to Jonathan and waved off the kids. He and Steve were stepping out in no time.

“So— hang on. Are we gonna take my car or your van?” Steve asked Eddie once they’d stepped off the porch.

“Uhhhh,” Eddie hesitated for a second. “My van? And I can drop you off afterward.”

Steve nodded. “Okay. Okay cool.”

“Cool.”

They got in the van.

Steve demanded control over the music, claiming to refuse to listen to “that bullshit” the entire way (it was only a 10 minute drive, tops), but Eddie let him have it. Although he complained immediately about the Wham! Steve had put in. Steve dismissed him jokingly and sang along quietly to Careless Whisper.

Eddie chuckled and watched him out of the corner of his eye. It was quite the scene; Steve Harrington in his van, singing to Wham! while tapping on his thighs.

Eddie focused on the road.

…

Eddie pulled up to the trailer at the tail end of Killer Queen by, well, Queen.

Steve forced him to stay in the car until the end. Eddie found it stupidly endearing.

When they did finally leave the car for the trailer, Eddie remembered Wayne being home. He waved at the old man sitting in the recliner. Steve followed his example and waved as well.

“Hello, sir.”

Wayne clicked his tongue. “Don’t use that ‘sir’ bullshit on me, boy. I ain’t your daddy.”

“Oh! Sorry, Mr. Munson.”

“No—“

“C’mon, Stevie.” Eddie smirked.

Steve looked confused between Eddie and Wayne, before apologizing once more to Wayne and hurrying to follow Eddie to his room.

His room.

Steve held back a squeak. He was going to Eddie’s room! Oh man. He might pass out. Is he gonna pass out? Gosh that’d be embarrassing.

Eddie sat on the bed and patted next to him. Steve sat as well, but kept to the edge of the bed.

“Sorry, totally forgot Wayne didn’t have work for another hour.” Eddie rubbed the back of his neck.

Steve shrugged. He didn’t mind, really.

“So? What does the amazing Hair do in his free time?” Eddie’s asked, leaning his head in his propped hands and smirking at Steve.

“The amazing Hair carts around like 7 kids in his free time.”

Eddie snorted something ugly and Steve laughed at the noise.

.

Talking to Steve was easy.

Eddie never thought he’d find this kind of relaxation outside of his Corroded Coffin guys yet here he was, lighting up with Steve Harrington of all people while they traded banter like old friends.

It was one hell of a time.

Eddie’s regretful to say that they seemingly spent a good hour talking about other people instead of theirselves.

Steve waxed poetry on his kids, even as he gave each one a good hearted insult right along with the praise.

“Dustin’s a menace. The tone that boy has! I mean— sure he’s smart and a good kid but Jesus Christ someone needs to knock him down a notch!”

Eddie snorted, a plume of smoke coming out of his nose with it.

“And Mike can be downright insufferable sometimes. Don’t get me started on when he gangs up with Max. They’re fucking brutal.”

Steve was laying on his back on Eddie’s bed, his legs bent at the knees and were squished between himself and the wall. Eddie was right beside him, so close Steve’s head was practically in his lap.

He wouldn’t mind Steve’s head in his lap.

Shit— he wouldn’t mind his head in Steve’s lap. Eddie’s head, cushioned on those divine thighs? Mark him down as eager and horny.

Anyway.

Wayne popped in some time later, sending them both a goodbye. Much to Steve’s cute confusion.

“Why’d he say bye to me to?” He looked up at Eddie with wide eyes.

Eddie gave into an impulsive urge and booped his nose. He snickered when Steve went cross eyed watching the movement. His nose wrinkled adorably.

Steve Harrington was a sweetheart when high.

“Cause you’re here, ain’t ya? It’d be rude to not say bye.” Eddie shrugged taking a drag and passing the blunt to Steve. Steve took it with gentle fingers.

They blew out at the same time accidentally and it sent Steve into a fit of giggles.

He was an absolute sweetheart and Eddie was determined to get every cute reaction he could out of him.

They smoked for a few minutes longer, the blunt finally reaching the end and Eddie putting it out. Steve had moved to sit at the edge of the bed, his left leg crossed under his right. He was chewing at his nails again, staring into space.

Eddie sat next to him, and when Steve didn’t give any sign of acknowledgement Eddie finally reached over and grabbed his hand. He forced Steve to stop chewing on his already ragged nails by interlacing their fingers and his rubbing his thumb over his knuckles.

Steve sighed and leaned into Eddie’s shoulder, eventually dropping his head onto said shoulder and digging his forehead in as if trying to bury himself.

Eddie would let him.

“I haven’t relaxed like this since sophomore year,” Steve informed quietly.

Eddie hummed. “I think that’s when you first started buying from me, right?”

Steve snickered. “Yeah. And then I made Tommy do it for me.”

“Why, did I scare you?” Eddie teased.

“Something like that,” was the mumbled response.

Eddie hummed. “Well I shouldn’t. I’d never hurt a fly. In fact— flies kind of scare me.”

Steve snorted and giggled into his shoulder.

“It’s true, ok? Don’t laugh jackass! Flies are creepy little fuckers.”

“No, no.” Steve laughed quietly, his hands gripping Eddie’s arm weakly. “You didn’t scare me, per se—“

“‘Per se?’” Eddie mocked.

“Shush! —per se,” Steve continued pointedly. Eddie laughed. “You just— intimidated me?”

“Are you asking me?”

“You’re kind of an ass, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told.” Eddie snickered.

Steve rolled his eyes, but the grin on his face erased all doubts in Eddie’s mind.

“You’re a cool guy, you know that Steve?”

Steve looked up at Eddie, his eyes impossibly wide. It was cute, how his nose scrunched up and his eyebrows furrowed. How his pretty, pink lips parted with a sharp exhale. Eddie smiled.

“And you’re an oddball, Eddie.”

Eddie’s shoulders shook with the laugh that barreled out of him.

…

I’m so sorry this took so long to get out 😭

Writers block hit like a motherfucker after writing their outfits lmao. Lemme know if you wanna be tagged!! Part 5 should actually be the last part :)

#stranger things #steve harrington #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #eddie munson #robin buckley #will byers #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #el hopper #gareth emerson #jeff from hellfire #the dude i named brian #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #season 3 stranger things #but gayer than it already was #idk what else to tag

[nonclassyparty]

tuesday, 13:25, 18:02 (j.wy)

title; can you meet me halfway, right at the borderline, that's where i'm gonna wait for you, i'll be looking out, night and day, took my heart to the limit, and this is where i'll stay

summary; wooyoung is your sworn enemy but hooking up with him becomes a habit you just can't seem to quit (gen v au)

notes; part five of a drabble series called 'rule of thumb' set in the gen v universe where y/n is a bigender superhero and wooyoung is a blood bender. drabbles are posted in chronological order, there is no updating schedule.

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san grumbles when wooyoung sticks his arms out between your two bodies and pushes you two apart to make room for himself in the middle.

you were showing san the drawings for an assignment that you had in one of your subjects where you had to design superhero merch. it wasn't really a useful class but you took it solely because you thought it might be fun and take some pressure off of you rather than taking something difficult for your elective to try and impress anyone.

it's not that you weren't ambitious, you'd like to be, but a bigender superhero was rarely a fan favorite and you were kind of tired this semester. if it wasn't for your friends dragging you to social events and putting your name out there, this school wouldn't care about you otherwise unless it was to use you in promotional videos to make sure everyone knows this is an 'inclusive' establishment. bullshit.

although, giving you a single-bed dorm already in your freshman year was nice. sometimes you could make due with the institution being performative.

wooyoung plasters himself to your side, looping his arm through your elbow, looking at your notebook and your brows furrow at the weird look san gives the two of you.

"oh, the little bald ones are so cute." wooyoung laughs, pointing at your top two drawings.

you frown, "that's starlight and queen maeve."

you were going to draw their hair on, of course.

he stifles a laugh, eyes holding something achingly close to endearment as he looks at you. "well, your bald starlight and queen maeve are very cute."

you pout again staring the drawings down. they weren't supposed to look cute, they were supposed to be badass.

"how were your exams?" he asks, fingers playing with the zipper of your hoodie as he presses even closer, all up in your business. you've gotten completely used to him hanging all over you, he does it to all of his friends. wooyoung is a naturally touchy and affectionate person.

"fine." you sigh, "i think i messed up one of the problems on my aerodynamics of human flight exam. it might bring my grade down."

wooyoung winces, "i doubt that's your fault, the class is a nightmare and brink always gives shit that he expects you to know even though he barely mentioned it during class or the study material."

"you got a 95 on it last year." you mumble, again embarrassed to reveal that you often compare yourself to wooyoung in terms of your academic success. you compare yourself to san and hongjoong as well but with wooyoung it's simply more personal. sworn enemies and all.

"you know that?" you stay quiet, not in the mood to disclose that you remember wooyoung jumping out of his seat last year filled with glee when the exam results were uploaded into the system.

he seems to bite back a smile, moving even closer that his nose almost brushes your cheek and you stubbornly refuse to look at him overcome with shyness. he continues quietly, "if you're not happy with your grade, i can help you prepare for the makeup exam in january, okay?"

you want to say something but you don't out of fear it'll come out choked, so you simply opt for a little nod as you pretend to do touch-ups on your (apparently) bad drawings.

"uh," you both turn to san who you completely forgot was even there, and who looks positively weirded out now. "i have class."

he turns to mingi (who you, also, forgot was even there), sitting opposite of you, "mingi you have class. let's go to class."

mingi looks up from his notebook, too engrossed in his work to pay attention to anyone else, "my class isn't for another ho-"

"you need an hour to get there, come on." san insists, already standing up and poor mingi has no choice but to pack his things up and get a move on.

san is still standing, staring at wooyoung and you, and you tilt your head to the side wondering if he's alright.

wooyoung stares blandly at him. "bye."

san opens his mouth before inevitably giving up and waving goodbye with a headshake.

well, that was weird.

"is san okay?" you ask, packing up your coloring pencils back into the pouch.

he takes your yellow pompompurin pencil case and looks at it with a small smirk before his expression turns puzzled, "what? oh, yeah. he's just an idiot."

you chuckle at that and he snorts as well when he sees the smile on your face.

"do you have anything else today?"

you shake your head.

"you wanna get food and go to my dorm?"

"okay."

-

it's a stupid question, really.

but it's been bugging you for some reason in this particular moment while wooyoung presses you against the pillows stacked up on his bed and his tongue slips inside your mouth.

he didn't give you a reason to ask it either, it was just something you were...curious about.

"are you sleeping with other people?"

wooyoung blinks at you a couple of times, face barely an inch away from yours, before he starts kissing down your neck. "no."

"why not?"

"hm?" his lips on your neck cause your breath to hitch as the warmth starts pooling in the lower pits of your stomach. you don't blame him for not following the conversation, you're barely keeping up as well.

"why not?"

he bites at your earlobe and you lightly push his arm as a reminder that you're waiting for an answer. "i don't want to."

"oh."

your lack of physical response to his advances makes him pull away. "what's the problem? do you want me to sleep with other people?"

your lips naturally tug downwards at that but you keep your thoughts to yourself. of course you don't fucking want him to sleep with other people. "it doesn't matter what i want, we aren't anything."

wooyoung groans at that, body still on top of you and holding himself up by his arms stuck on each side of your head.

"i was just curious as to why you're not?"

"and i just told you. because i don't want to."

"okay." you clear your throat feeling like you're about to walk into busy traffic on your own terms, "because you can, if you want. i don't want you to think that, like, you're not allowed or something."

"jesus christ, y/n." he gets completely off of you and sits on the bed with his legs tucked under. "okay, i get it. we're not anything and you have no problem with me sleeping with other people. i get it."

"okay." is all you can say in a much smaller voice because you kind of made him get the wrong idea. you certainly would have a problem with it but you'd never tell him that either because you know that a time will eventually come when wooyoung will find someone he actually wants. and he'll date them.

he stares at you with a frown that gets slightly deeper. "are you sleeping with other people?"

"of course not." you tell him honestly and don't miss the way his eyes glance at the left side of your chest where your heart resides. he was checking if you were telling the truth. you frown, did he really think you could want anyone else when you could be with him?

"then why do you think i am? you think i'd do something like that to you?"

"i'm not saying that." you sit up, feeling like the conversation derailed from the path you wanted it to take. you wanted wooyoung to know it was okay to have options, no matter how much it bothered you. you didn't want to be keeping him away from anything. "you wouldn't be doing anything to me, we aren't any-"

"we aren't anything, yeah, i know but i still don't want to." he firmly states, eyes gauging your reaction.

you swallow your own insecurities down and lean against his headboard. "it just makes it sound like we're exclusive or something. that's all."

"okay, maybe we should be."

"what do you mean?"

"exclusive. maybe we should be exclusive. it would be safer, for example."

"oh." you let out, scratching your cheek as you look around his room. the curtains are moved to let the sunlight in. "you'd want that?"

"i just suggested it, didn't i?"

"mmm..." you think about it, blush rising to your cheeks under his watchful gaze as he moves closer so that his leg is thrown over your thigh and he's nestled into your side.

you feel like being exclusive will only hurt you more in the long run but then again it will hurt in smaller fractions as well if wooyoung sleeps with other people.

one big hurt versus a dozen of smaller ones...they might inflict the same amount of pain if calculated properly. so you might as well decide to do it all at once when the time eventually comes. hopefully, it will feel like ripping off a band-aid.

"okay. we can be exclusive or...or if we decide to sleep with someone else we should tell each other. y'know, for safety reasons."

wooyoung's head picks up so he can look at you again, chin resting on your shoulder as he stares at you in frustration. "those are two entirely different things. i want to be exclusive, i don't want you to sleep with someone else and then come tell me about it."

you huff, "i won't be sleeping with other people."

you can't even imagine it really. you think wooyoung might've ruined you for other people. asshole.

"good. neither will i." he says simply, hand rubbing over your clothed stomach. "great. now that that's out of the way, do you want to pick up where we left off or do you want to do something else?"

you want to ask 'what else would we even do?' but you know that it will hurt his feelings again and you hate yourself for hurting him. it would be pretense either way. despite all the walls and boundaries you've put up, he's somehow managing to weasel his way through them one by one as the time goes by.

it would be a lie on your part to say that wooyoung and you have the same relationship you've had at the beginning of the semester let alone last year.

you've grown significantly closer, maybe even too close to the point where it's hard to distinguish where the friendship ends and wishful thinking begins. and you know the longer you allow for this to go on, the harder it will be to not get completely wrapped up in your delusions where wooyoung and you could be something more.

for now, you just kiss him though. you run your fingers through his soft hair and try to pour everything you are too afraid to say into the kiss, hoping he might understand. or hoping he might not.

it would be okay if whatever you tell him through kisses remains your little secret. he doesn't have to know.

#ateez angst #ateez x reader #ateez imagine #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung imagine #wooyoung smut

[amononymous]

Sweet Lullaby

Author's note: Doc x Reader part 2 Summary: Reader cannot sleep.  So they decided to have a chat with Doc who is busy with his work.

Midnight passes by. There’s nothing but silence filling the whole room.  The chilling air was the only thing present there.  Giving a frigid sensation that leaves your arms feelings of pins and needles prickling through.

You stared at the ceiling for a bit.  Hoping for any possible chances for your eyelids to get heavier.  For the past few minutes, your eyes are glued to the ceiling, your knees and hips bending to form yourself into a ball to make the numbing feeling a little bit more bearable.

Every yawn that escapes your body can only irritate your eyes as you wipe the tears produced from each yawn. 

Come to think of it, haven't the recent nights ended with you staying up?  Each morning, your eyes are half opened with exhaustion creeping up around your body.  As night time arrived, it’s like the exhaustion has been long gone as your body hit the mattress.

The cycle would continue.

You start to sit up.

“Damn it…” you sighed.   “Seems like another sleepless night for me.”

Getting out of bed.  You decided taking a stroll at the quiet base was a better idea.

Upon getting ready to leave the door.  The sound of muffled clicks startled you.  The feeling of nervousness struck you for a bit until you connected the dots to remind you.

The clicking sound was from Doc’s.

Opening the door reveals the expected.  The clattering tunes became clearer as you let your eyes pinpoint the possible location.

You see him.  Barely, while your mind can’t put its fingers that it’s truly Doc.  You shake your head, telling yourself that it is him.

The blinding light shining from a plethora of monitors and the mohawk immediately tells you that Doc’s doing his job again.

Nothing else to do.  You walked up the stairs in order to get a closer look at the screen on what he’s working with. 

This was new considering you’ve never approached Doc in the middle of the night.  You’re either asleep to the muffled tunes of clattering or you focused more on the stroll around the base.  

Doc likes to focus on his job whenever necessary, that’s nothing new.

“Up late again?”  The raspy, yet smooth voice was heard.  Causing you to stop on your track.

“Oh, well,” you chuckled awkwardly.  “Good evening Doc.”

“Good evening to you too,”  Doc says while still looking at the monitor.  His eyes do not leave the keyboard.  Typing away as you sit down at a nearby chair.

You hear Doc sigh a little bit.

“You’ve been up at a later time lately.”  Doc asserted, you noticed the clicking sounds of the keyboard slowing down as he talked.  “Any particular reason why?”

“Oh well…” you start fidgeting with your hair.  “You can say I haven’t been fixing my sleeping schedule lately.”

“Well I get that.  It’s not pretty having to stay up all night because you can’t sleep.  Unfortunately, I’m busy so that won’t happen anytime soon.”

“Doc… it sucks!  Having to be on duty while I am this close to knocking out on the spot… It’s really not what I want.”

“Well, what do you want me to do here?”

“Maybe…” you start pondering. “Maybe… you can help me?”

“[Reader], I told you I’m busy here.” 

“Ahh~ That’s a bummer.  I mean you can probably take a bit of time off of your work right?  Remember Club Advent?”

“That… was another story.  What I’m saying is I can’t afford to lose my sense of focus at this moment.”

“How about…” You snapped your fingers.  “I got it! Sing me a lullaby?”

Doc stopped typing and went silent for a few seconds.  It felt like something hit him on the head and his brain’s taking a moment to process this.  “You want me to… sing you a lullaby?”  Doc sounded confused as he diverted some of his attention towards you.

“Y-yeah… I was thinking maybe that’ll help.”

“Oh [Reader]... I have mentioned this before.   I don’t think I can sing, let alone sing you a lullaby.” Doc shaked his head. “It doesn’t sound pretty.” 

There he goes again.  Refusing to sing coupled with his excuses… You know that Doc never sings or hums before.  Never have you heard a single tune escape from his mouth.

“Doc… you always say that,” you pouted.  “ I’ve never heard you actually try it before.”

“I have,”  Doc sighed.  “I can assure you it won’t be what you think it sounds like.” 

“Then can you at least hum?  Maybe just this once.  It’ll be quick.”

“[Reader]... I’m busy-”

“It’ll be quick!”  you urged.  “Just this once Doc, alright?”  

You gave Doc a reassuring look.  A look that gives, “It'll be fine!” 

Doc sees that and starts sighing.

Maybe there isn’t a way to get out of this one. 

“Fine… Just this once,”  he grumbled.  “If it’s quick then I’ll hum.”

“Alright alright!”  You gave him a smile.�� “I won’t judge.  Promised.  Let’s hear it!”

Doc stopped with whatever he was doing and cleared his throat a little bit.

You sit idly with a nod.  Giving Doc the green flag to start humming something that potentially could cast a spell on you. 

He starts to let out a sound.  Then another.  And another,  Linking each note he hummed into a melody.

That melody soon reached into your ears.  Doc continued to hum as you’re mesmerized by him.  Every time he hummed he had this suave tone in his voice.  His deep note is enough to attract anyone hearing this.  His voice was rich like honey.

“It doesn’t sound pretty.”  What is he talking about?  Clearly, that was a lie.  You closed your eyes as Doc continued to hum.  

The lullaby fills you with tranquility.  It’s soothing, it’s harmonious.  Enough to feel like you’re dreaming.

Dreaming above the clouds.  Dreaming of the beachside view.  Your body felt elevated.

You steadily close your eyes as Doc keeps humming.  

Little by little, you can hear Doc letting his voice die down as his eyes fixed at you.  Checking in case his lullaby wasn’t much to your expectation.  Seeing as you haven’t expressed any negative signs, he closes his eyes and lets the tunes express themselves.

The scene was a landscape to you.  Lying as the wind dances through the atmosphere, having some of your hair strands rest directly on your face.

It’s breathtaking, astonishing even.  To hear Doc’s voice being shaped into a tune.  You enjoyed every last second of it.

Eventually, all you heard was silence. 

 “So, how was it?” Doc asked softly.  “Judging from your expressions, it seems to be to your liking?” 

“That was magnificent!” you jabbered.  “It was a beautiful tune you hummed!”

Doc chuckled at your remark.  “You think so?”  he lets out a sigh that he didn’t know he had.  

“Yep!  I would love to hear something like this again!”

“Well… I’m glad.  However, I did mention that it was only for this one time.”

“Aww~ Fine… I did promise after all.”

Before you know it, a yawn eventually crept up on you.  You were enchanted by Doc’s sleeping spell for a moment.

“Ahaha, getting sleepy?” Doc whispered.  

“Yeah…”  you admitted.  “I didn’t think you sounded this nice…”

“Alright, alright.  You should go sleep now.”  Doc chuckled, scratching the back of his head.

Your eyes go wide as you feel your body levitate for a bit.  Next thing you know, you feel his hands on your back and popliteal.  You feel your heart thumping as your eyes fails to meet Doc’s

“Wait Doc!” you babbled.  “I can walk back to my room by myself!”

You hear him sigh.  “[Reader], you were this close to nodding off.  I’m only doing what’s necessary for you.”

“I- uh… fine.”

Doc remained silent as he took you to your room.  

He delicately places you on your bed and pulls the cover.  He slowly tucks you in.  As you start yawning again.

“Wait Doc,” you called out.  “Can’t you stay with me… for a bit longer?”

“What are you? A child?” Doc laughed at your weird request.

Maybe he can let work slide for a few minutes.

You subconsciously let your eyes shut with your breathing starting to slow down.  You felt Doc’s fingertips delicately brushing against your hair.  Doc watches as you fall asleep.

“That was quick.” Doc whispered, trying not to wake you up.  He has this soft look on his face as he sees you sleep.

Doc then sits down on the ground, having his back lean against the bed frame as he starts to yawn himself.

It seems you and Doc were in the same boat with the sleeping schedules.

Perhaps just a bit of a shuteye will help the exhaustion Doc felt.

Removing his goggles, Doc then lets his eyes close.

The both of you dozed off for the night.

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[shatterinseconds]

just one dance

a drabble for @vldkoganes who asked for pining Keith in some sort of prince AU.

“May I have this dance?” Lance asks Keith, hands placed behind his back as he smiles at him. His eyes twinkle in delight when Keith snaps his full attention to him.

Keith looks at Altea’s newly appointed ambassador to Marmora in masked surprise. There’s a reason why Altea is his favorite kingdom to negotiate with, and he would not put it past Queen Allura to have specifically appointed Lance to deal with him, except there’s no way she can know Keith’s type—a cocky flirt, a firestarter. And even more unfortunate for Keith, Lance is exactly the type of person who can go head to head with him and has a decent chance of winning. 

With most ambassadors from other kingdoms, Keith can get them to cower under his scowl alone and usually walks away with a decent deal that favors Marmora. Lance is a whole other challenge. He always has Altea’s best interests at heart and refuses to budge on a deal that teeters any other way. Allura is very lucky to have him. He can throw barbs as well as he can take them. Nothing seems to phase him, and the more Keith’s ire increases, so does Lance’s infuriating grin. 

The entire essence of Lance is infuriating. 

Keith hates how much he can’t let it go. 

“Why?”

“What do you mean, why?” Lance’s brows knit in confusion. He waves a hand behind him. “This is a ball where people dance.”

Keith absolutely hates balls. It doesn’t matter if he has to throw it himself as Crown Prince of Marmora or whether he’s invited to someone else's. Tonight is one he hosts, and for the last ten minutes he’s been trying to figure out how to escape from his own party with Shiro, his guard, giving him a disapproving look every time he tries to make a break for it.

“I meant why me?” Keith clarifies with a frown, arms crossed and guarded.

“Because you’ve been standing here like a statue all night, and I think it’s honestly scaring your guests.”

Keith has never had anyone other than Shiro speak to him in such a flippant manner. Even from the first day, Lance refused to address him formally after their initial meeting, unless he’s teasing him. It’s thrilling. A relief. Keith tilts his head. “You’re not scared.”

“I could never be scared of you.” Lance flashes him another cocky smile. “So do you want to enjoy my company or not?”

Keith rolls his eyes but takes Lance’s arm when it’s offered. People part for them as they walk onto the dance floor before filling in the spaces around them. He hears the whispers and catches the stares. Lance remains unphased and Keith does as well. It’s well known that Keith usually never partakes in these formal events, and now here he is in the middle of the ballroom with the ambassador he can’t seem to ever say no to.

“You look really handsome tonight,” Lance whispers as they fold into the dance. His arm is around Keith’s waist, warm and a comforting weight. Keith keeps his gaze locked on their clasped hands, trying to stay in time with the music, because the minute he looks at Lance’s face—with his dazzling smile and windswept hair—he’ll trip.

“Oh, thank you.” Keith’s cheeks redden at the compliment, not used to one so genuine. “S-so do you.”

“Hm,” Lance hums in agreement. He chuckles a little when Keith does step out of tune but swiftly corrects him so no one around notices. 

Automatically, they draw closer to each other throughout the dance, heads bowed in their own private conversation even though they haven’t said anything else. Keith breathes him in—a mulled scent of the ocean that still clings to him from Altea under a more present flowery soap—and that is enough. When the song ends, Lance steps back from him, and suddenly, Keith feels cold.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Your Highness.” Lance smirks, bowing, and reaches out to kiss the back of Keith’s hand. He stares straight at Keith, a hint of blush on his brown skin. “Thank you for the dance.” 

And just like that, Keith struggles to function for the rest of the evening. 

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