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supernovafics · 7 months

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𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄

"i'll be there for you" universe masterlist

pairing: bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 4.8k words

warnings: explicit language, mentions of alcohol/drinking (reader and steve get drunk lolz), random guy at a bar being an asshole

summary: in which it's a halloween night full of partying, fun, and maybe one too many drinks

author's note: ohohoh this was so fun to write !! happy (almost) halloween<333

general note: everything in this universe/series can be read as standalone oneshots but to understand the full “lore” it would prob be best to read the other stuff too<333

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Fall 1985

In hindsight, maybe you shouldn’t have laughed.

Because doing so did not help in convincing Steve that the costume he was wearing did not look ridiculous, and instead your laugh only made him frown at you.

“I’m not wearing this.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I was just a bit surprised to see how you looked.”

You didn’t expect the Robin costume you got for Steve to shock you as much as it did, and it was mainly because of the green pants he had on; because perhaps they were a bit too green. It confused you a bit because the pants hadn’t looked that overbearing and bright when you bought them from the costume shop— but, granted, it had still been in the bag with the rest of the clothing items for the costume, so you didn’t get to see too much of the pants. And with the red shirt he had on that had the signature “R” logo in the corner of it, for a split second, Steve looked more like Christmas personified than Robin, and that was what made you laugh. It wasn’t even a full laugh, it was more like a breath of a laugh.

“Why can’t I be Batman and you be Robin?”

“Because that’s not an accurate representation of us,” You answered him immediately. “I’m clearly the Batman in this friendship. And I’m older.”

He rolled his eyes at you and you knew exactly what that eye roll said— “You’re only two fucking months older than me.”

“Why can’t Robin be Robin?” He asked.

“You already know the answer to that. She and Vickie are doing some vampire couples costume thing.”

Robin being a part of the costume had been the initial plan— Steve would’ve been Batman, Robin would’ve been Robin, and you would’ve been Catwoman. But, when Robin bailed so that she could do the couple’s costume with Vickie, you refused to be Catwoman anymore because you didn’t want to spend the night constantly telling people that you and Steve weren’t dating and just decided to do a duo costume that looked way too obviously as a couple’s costume for “fun.”

“And we can’t even change the costumes now because we have to be at The Hideout in an hour,” You reminded him. They were having a Halloween party there and Eddie’s band would be playing at some point during the night, they were all going dressed as zombies, and a handful of other bands were going to be playing too. “You should’ve tried this on yesterday when I bought it.”

Steve only rolled his eyes at you again even though he knew you were right. You hopped off the kitchen counter and followed him as he walked back into his room. You sat down on the side of his bed and he went into his bathroom, looking in the mirror and running a hand through his hair.

“Robin’s the cuter one of the duo, anyway,” You told him. “Girls will love it.”

Steve still didn’t say anything yet, so you took that as your cue to keep going. “You should change the pants. These ones are way too bright and they kinda hurt my eyes. Maybe put on those darker green ones you have. People will still easily understand the costume, so it’ll be okay. And the rest of the costume is perfectly fine. Also, when you put the yellow cape on it’ll tie everything together.”

He still stayed quiet so you got up and walked over to where he stood still looking at himself in the mirror, and you poked his arm. “Can you please say something so I can stop giving you an ego boost by rambling about how good you’ll look tonight?”

Steve laughed a bit. “No, you should keep going.”

That time you rolled your eyes at him. “Ha ha. Fuck you.” You walked out of the bathroom and started heading to the bedroom door. “Anyway, I’m gonna put my costume on and then we should take a few shots before Vickie and Robin come get us.”

“I thought we were gonna keep things mostly PG tonight?” Steve asked as he began rummaging through his closet for the pants you mentioned. “Because of what happened two nights ago.”

Somehow you simultaneously winced and laughed at the mention of that Wednesday night. Where you and Steve sat in the living room drinking and watching random bad movies he brought home from Family Video; the alcohol actually managed to make the movies somewhat bearable to watch. It was an impulsive decision that left you both with horrific hangovers in the morning as you forced yourself to go to class and Steve begrudgingly went to his twelve o’clock shift.

“Okay, I know that we’ve still only barely recovered from that night, but you don’t have to work tomorrow, and I’m not gonna have any school shit to worry about, so tonight we can just have fun without any of the consequences of what happened last time.” You turned around and smiled at him. “The type of fun that involves a lot of alcohol. And it’s Halloween so I feel like it’s bad luck if we don’t partake in underage drinking.”

“Very solid points.”

“I’m gonna pretend that you weren’t being sarcastic right then and instead just believe that you actually do agree with me,” You said before finally leaving his room and walking toward yours.

Your costume was already lying on your bed— a black cropped shirt with the signature Batman emblem on it, a black cape, and black jeans that were probably the tightest pair of pants you now owned but they made your butt look great so you overall counted them as a win. Getting dressed took no longer than five minutes, but then you spent an extra five minutes rummaging through your closet to find your black hightop Converses until you remembered that they were probably buried in the heap of shoes that always sat by the front door. You knew that wearing anything other than sneakers would’ve probably been better for the look of the costume, but last year you made the mistake of wearing heeled boots with your pirate costume, and although they did make the outfit look great, your feet were absolutely dead in the morning and you never wanted to experience that pain again. Therefore, tonight, sneakers would be the way to go.

You noticed Steve in the kitchen— with his pants changed and the rest of the costume on— when you left your bedroom and started heading toward the shoe pile by the front door. You reached into the pile, pushing aside a pair of his Nikes and then grabbing your Converses.

Steve opened up one of the kitchen cabinets and pulled out the bottle of tequila. You stopped tying your shoes for a second and looked up at him, immediately noticing how the bottle was close to empty.

“Jesus, I didn’t think that we devoured so much of it the other night,” You said as Steve opened up a different cabinet to grab two mugs to use as makeshift shot glasses.

“I vaguely remember us saying that if we drank more, the bad movies we were watching would start to actually make sense,” He said with a laugh as he started pouring. You couldn’t help but laugh with him because that sounded exactly like the type of drunken logic the two of you would have. “Also, I really wish Robin hadn’t bailed on the group costume because you look much cooler than me right now.”

You only laughed more at his words as you went to grab two sodas from the fridge. “Next year, you can take full reign over our costume decision and I’ll go along with whatever you want.”

He smiled at you. “I will fully hold you to that.”

“I’m already scared for whatever you end up deciding,” You said as you picked up one of the mugs and then Steve grabbed the other. “But, anyway, cheers.”

“Cheers.”

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You couldn’t remember exactly where Steve or Robin or Vickie were, but with your slight inebriation that realization didn’t worry you that much.

You had tasked yourself with grabbing more drinks for yourself and Steve from the crowded bar, but before you could even walk up to the counter, a guy dressed as a cowboy stopped you and decided to start a conversation.

It was pretty dark and the music was loud, so you could barely make out what he was saying after he said his initial “hello,” but with the way he was smiling at you it was fairly easy to tell that he was flirting. And even though you were tipsy and he was a little bit cute, you weren’t in the mood to reciprocate.

“I should go,” You interrupted him for the first time in the past five minutes. You attempted to make your voice sound as nice as possible because it was easier to say that excuse instead of the entire truth, which was that you simply didn’t want to talk to him. “I gotta get back to my friends.”

Either the guy didn’t hear what you said or he decided to completely disregard it all because he said, “I’ll buy you a drink.”

“No, thanks,” You told him, making sure your voice was loud enough so that he could clearly hear your answer.

“Come on, let me be the Robin to your Batman, or better yet you be the Robin to my Batman,” He said and before you could scoff and roll your eyes and simply walk away, he reached out to firmly grab your waist.

You immediately pulled away from him and were about to say something along the lines of “Fuck you,” but you were interrupted by arms circling around you from behind; it was a touch that felt so familiar that you instinctually leaned into it.

“She already has a Robin to her Batman so fuck off,” Steve said and you had to try your hardest not to laugh at his words. It was always in moments like these, where guys were being dicks and didn’t take no for an answer, that you’d happily play the fake dating card with Steve.

When the guy walked away, muttering something under his breath that you couldn’t make out, you turned to face your friend and leaned in close to him so that he could hear you over the music. “Thank God for you, Steve Harrington.”

His mouth was close to your ear. “I knew that I shouldn’t have let you go alone to get the drinks.”

“You were chatting up that girl dressed as Tinker Bell, so I thought I’d be a good wingwoman and walk away.”

“She left with her friends.”

From the sound of his voice, it was hard to tell if he was sad about it or didn’t really care. “As your wingwoman, should I help you go after her?”

He shook his head. “No, it’s okay, she was a little boring.”

“Got it,” You responded with a quick nod. “Can we get a drink now? Talking to that asshole sobered me up too much.”

Steve glanced at the bar. “Eddie’s supposed to be on in five minutes and the bar looks even more crowded than it was ten minutes ago.”

It was your turn to look in that direction and you immediately knew that with the amount of people surrounding the counter, you and Steve would be waiting there for much longer than just a few minutes.

“Fuck,” You mumbled and then looked back at Steve. “Okay, let’s go back to Robin and Vickie. Aside from helping to get that random guy away from me, I’m even more glad you’re here right now because I fully don’t remember where we were standing.”

“I had a feeling that would happen too,” He said with a small laugh before slipping his hand into yours and leading you toward your other two friends.

There was no way you would’ve been able to find the semi-secluded corner near the stage that Robin and Vickie were standing by if it weren’t for Steve, and you made a mental note to not leave his side for the rest of the time all of you were at The Hideout.

“Woah, no drinks?” Robin said when she noticed you two. She and Vickie were holding hands and once again seeing them in their matching vampire costumes made your heart squeeze at how adorable they were. “Are you two actually gonna be sober like us for the night?”

“I’m sorry, but that won’t be happening. But, I do promise that I’ll be the best and most functional drunk person ever so you don’t get super annoyed with me,” You said, smiling at her, and when Steve laughed at your words, you playfully elbowed him.

“I love you, truly, but I kinda doubt that will happen,” Robin responded but still smiled back at you. “Oh, also, like five minutes ago, Vickie ran into this girl she knows and she told us about this party happening two towns over. We should go to it after Eddie’s set.”

“I don’t know the guy throwing it, but apparently, his house is huge,” Vickie chimed in and you nodded.

That was probably one of your favorite parts about this stupid little holiday; how quickly plans could change or be adjusted, and most of the time it would lead to you having more fun than you had initially anticipated. And plus you’d rather have free drinks at the house of this random guy than buy more at this bar or any other one.

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The time was inching closer and closer to midnight and the party seemed as if it was at its absolute peak. So much so that Vickie had to park on a completely different block because of how crowded with cars the actual street was.

Steve was carrying you on his back as you all walked to the house; he had been reluctant at first but ultimately couldn’t say no to your persistent “pleases.”

“This reminds me of last Halloween when your feet were hurting because of your shoes, so I also gave you a piggyback ride then,” He said and then glanced down. “This time you’re wearing sneakers, though, so this feels a little unnecessary.”

You smiled even though he couldn’t see you. “This is always necessary, Steven.”

Robin and Vickie were a few feet behind you two, hands intertwined as they went into a conversation that went unheard by you and Seve because you were laughing at him saying that him carrying you right then proved why he should’ve been Batman tonight.

“And they’ve never dated before?” Vickie asked and Robin immediately shook her head.

“No, it’s never happened. It’s weird. They’re weird,” She answered as she continued looking at you and Steve. Sometimes she felt as if the idea of you two dating was something that she could see as clear as day— it did seem like it would just make so much sense. But nothing ever happened, and at this point of knowing the two of you, she honestly didn’t think it ever would. “They seem like they’d be perfect together, but I also think the world would implode if they ever tried something.”

Vickie laughed a bit at her girlfriend’s words. “Aw, well, I think they’d be cute.”

It was only thirty minutes into the four of you being at the party and you could finally say that you were no longer just tipsy. You’d probably end up regretting this in the morning because of the hangover that was imminent, but right then, you were glad you were drunk because it finally made your pants feel completely bearable. And Steve was as intoxicated as you were, maybe even more so because it somehow took little to no convincing to get him to play dumb games with you.

It started out as truth or dare, but then one of the dares was to do a round of hide and seek, and then you decided to do more rounds of it because since both of you were drunk, it made the childish game even more fun to play. And since you were in a place that you two were completely unfamiliar with, it also made it funnier to play.

You weren’t sure whose turn it had been— who was the hider and who was the seeker— but you and Steve somehow ended up outside in the backyard, lying side by side on the grass and staring up at the sky. And you were laughing at a joke that you now couldn’t remember if it had been you or Steve who told it— you honestly couldn’t even recall the joke itself, but you just knew it had been funny.

You shifted and turned on your side to face Steve and after a moment he did the same.

“Thank you. For always being there for me,” You told him and then lifted your head so that you could kiss him on the cheek. “You’re quite literally the best person in my life.”

He shook his head at you, a small smile gracing his lips. “You always get so sentimental when you’re drunk.”

You let out a breath of a laugh. “It’s the only time I let myself get super cheesy with you, Stevie.” Your drunkest of moments were also usually the only times when that nickname would come out. “But, I do hope you know that even though I don’t say it all the time, I always do feel this way. I always think about how insanely fucking glad I am to have you in my life.”

“Don’t worry, I know.” He nodded at you and then smiled wider. “And I’m insanely fucking glad to have you in my life too.”

He was Steve. Your Steve. Your best friend Steve. The Robin to your Batman. That couldn’t change. Ever.

So, why the fuck did you get the sudden urge to kiss him on the mouth instead of that all-too-familiar spot on his cheek again?

Of course, you didn’t do it, and, of course, neither did Steve. Instead, a silence settled over the two of you for a bit.

“Come on, let’s head back in,” Steve said after a few moments. Somehow he was always the logical one in moments like these.

Still, though, you felt the tiniest bit disappointed. But, you’d completely forget about that feeling, that fleeting thought, by the morning.

Steve stood first and then reached out to pull you up. One of your hands was still intertwined with his when you walked back into the house.

The party was still in full swing, and when the front door opened and a handful of new people walked in, that didn’t necessarily shock you. But it did make you smile widely at the people coming in because you recognized a familiar face.

“Eddie!” You immediately went over to him, practically falling into his arms as you hugged him.

Since, due to your drunkenness, you’d actually forgotten that you all told him about the party after his band finished their set and he said he’d meet you there later, it felt like so much more of a coincidental, happy accident that he was there right then. You weren’t even fazed by his zombie costume, which had freaked you a little earlier because of how good and realistic it looked.

“Hi!” He exclaimed, matching your enthusiasm while also smiling and laughing at your current antics. “You’re drunk.” He then looked at Steve who was behind you. “Wow, and you are too.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I haven’t even said anything yet.”

Eddie laughed a bit. “I can just see it all over you, Harrington.”

You stopped paying attention to their conversation and let your mind wander as you looked around at all of the random people in the house that were dancing and laughing with their friends.

I should get another drink.

“That’s a bad idea,” Eddie said to you.

You laughed as you looked at him. “I didn’t even realize I said that out loud.”

“Another reason why both of you need to be cut off for the rest of the night.”

You knew that he was right, but that didn’t mean that you had to outwardly agree with him. Instead, you smiled at him and said, “I never thought I’d see the day where Edward Munson became the mom of the group.”

“Sometimes I like to turn over a new leaf,” He gave you a wry smile back and then poked your side which only made you laugh. “Where are Robin and Vickie?”

“That’s a good question,” Steve said and looked around for a quick second before meeting your eyes. “Do you remember the last time we saw them?”

“I’m pretty sure it was right before we started playing truth or dare,” You answered and tried to think about exactly how long ago that was, but failed to do so because your memory felt too fuzzy right then. “I have no perception of time right now, so that could’ve been hours ago, honestly.”

“It’s actually kind of funny how you two always somehow end up playing that game whenever we go to parties,” Eddie said.

Steve shrugged. “It’s a stupidly fun game to play when drunk.”

“We also played a lot of hide and seek tonight,” You added and smiled.

Eddie only shook his head and laughed a bit.

You placed a hand on his shoulder. “Eddie, if you’re feeling left out, we can play another round of hide and seek with you.”

He playfully rolled his eyes at you. “Don’t worry, I’ll live.”

“Oh, there they are,” Steve said, and when you looked in the direction of where he was pointing, you saw Robin and Vickie sitting on the couch in the living room and watching the movie that was playing on the huge television. The most random scene was on right then, and the sound coming from the TV could not be heard over the loud music that was playing throughout the house, but you immediately recognized the movie as Friday the 13th; which was actually pretty fitting because even though it wasn’t literally Friday the 13th, it was at least a Friday.

You then realized that the time was probably so far past midnight, so maybe it actually wasn’t fitting anymore. But, it was still a Halloween party, so technically any scary movie could work.

Your mind then started listing off other scary movies you didn’t mind watching— Halloween, A Nightmare on Elm Street, The Shining— and you suddently couldn’t remember why you were even thinking about scary movies in the first place.

Eddie was definitely right; you really didn’t need another drink.

“Hey,” Steve said, pulling you out of your thoughts. Eddie was now sitting with Robin and Vickie and watching the silently playing movie with them, and you and Steve were turned around leaning back against the couch. “What’s going on in that head of yours, Batman?”

You laughed for no particular reason aside from how nice it felt to do so right then.

“I think I’m starting to hit my peak. So, I need to capitalize off of this feeling before things start going downhill and I start begging Vickie to take us home so that I can pass out in bed.” You looked up at Steve and met his eyes. “Are you down for a few more rounds of hide and seek?”

His mouth quirked upward in a small smile. “Always.”

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You felt like you were choking, and that feeling was what pulled you out of your sleep. Your eyes were still closed as you reached up to touch your throat and immediately felt that your cape was still buttoned around your neck, but it felt so much tighter than how it did last night.

Your eyes opened just a bit and you saw Steve sleeping next to you, and you also noticed that you were in his room. He was on top of the blanket, still fully in his Robin costume, and you were under the covers. Somehow your cape had gotten tangled up underneath the pillow Steve was laying on. You groaned as you unbuttoned it, finally breathing normally.

You shut your eyes again, trying to will yourself back to sleep because you felt like you could use a thousand more hours. But, for some reason, you couldn’t fall asleep, and instead all your mind could focus on was Steve’s soft snoring.

Anytime you two ended up sleeping in the same bed or same room, his snoring rarely ever annoyed you, but this time it managed to do the opposite. And now you also needed to pee.

With a sigh, you got out of the bed and padded over to Steve’s bathroom. You kept the light off because you refused to see how you looked right then, and also because the abrupt brightness would’ve only contributed to your growing headache.

Steve was awake when you exited the bathroom. He was on his back, eyes open as he looked up at the ceiling.

“You almost woke up next to a corpse,” You told him, your voice actually sounding much more hoarse than you expected it to be.

He turned to look at you. “I feel like a corpse.”

“You were sleeping on my cape. I was almost strangled to death.”

“Shit, sorry.”

“I don’t really understand why we didn’t change out of our costumes when we got home. I also don’t remember why I decided to sleep in your bed,” You said as you got back in bed and pulled the blanket over you again. You tried to think back to last night, when you and Steve got back to the apartment, but right then it felt too hard to put the pieces of what happened together and you felt too hungover to do so. “Where are my pants?”

“I slightly remember you saying something about how much you “fucking hated them,” so you took them off before you got in my bed,” Steve answered.

You laughed. “Okay, yeah, that sounds familiar.”

He sat up, letting out a tired groan in the process, and started getting out of bed. “I need a shower.”

“Me too,” You agreed with a nod but still leaned back and let your head fall against the pillow. “But, I also really wanna go back to sleep.”

“We can be lazy on the couch all day,” Steve suggested. “Watch random sitcoms and order takeout for lunch and dinner.”

His words were enough to get you of the bed and you smiled at him. “I love that idea.”

It wasn’t until you were in your room that you finally noticed that the time was somehow only nine in the morning. A part of you felt like it should be illegal for you to be up this early after the night you’d had, but your shower was helpful at washing away most of your tiredness and dull headache.

When you emerged from your bathroom thirty minutes later wearing your favorite hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, you smelled coffee in the kitchen.

“You’re awesome. You’re amazing. I love you. Thank you so much,” You said to Steve when you walked into the kitchen and he handed you a warm mug.

“No problem,” He told you before taking a long sip from his own mug. “Also, while I was in the shower I had a thought; no more drinking for us. Not until Thanksgiving when we have to deal with our families, and alcohol is the only thing that will make getting through that holiday bearable.”

You nodded at that. “I completely agree.”

You were about to open the fridge to grab the carton of milk so that you could add some to your coffee, when you noticed the new polaroid picture that was hanging on it, pinned up by the Statue of Liberty magnet you and Steve got in New York when you took a trip there back in June.

“When did we take this picture?”

Steve looked at the polaroid and his eyebrows furrowed. “I honestly can’t remember.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “We look so drunk, holy shit.”

So drunk but also so happy. Your cheeks were squished together so that you both could fit in the frame and happy drunk smiles took over your faces. You could tell by how much of a close up the picture was that you were the one that took it.

It was a little funny, but also sort of fitting, seeing that picture among the other ones already on the fridge— including a group photo of the kids when they spent the night over at the apartment just a week ago, and one of Eddie smiling and holding your and Steve’s shared pet hamster, Harold.

You grabbed the black Sharpie that was someohw always sitting on the kitchen counter— perhaps it was for this exact reason— and you wrote on the empty white space at the bottom of the new polaroid.

Halloween ‘85. Batman & Robin.

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cod-dump · 1 year

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Really cute / sad thing ( mostly sad ), but..

Ghost has a ring. A ring in order to purpose to Soap. A ring he's owned for 1 year because here's the catch, he's scared that Soap isn't ready yet.

Back when he bought the ring, Ghost wasn't scared, in fact confident. They've been dating for (insert how many years you think) so what's the worse that could happen? Nothing, that's what he thought anyway.

As the ring sat comfortably in his pocket, he'd been thinking. Thinking about the fact that he didn't know if Soap was ready ( Which he was, both of them were ready to get married, it's just our bbg Ghost is an overthinker, at least I like to think so )

So just as he was going to do it, he didn't. He put it away and never took it out.

Years passed and every time he's thought about proposing, he doesn't.

He's ready too get married, he just doesn't know if Soap is, and he doesn't want it to ruin their relationship

Price has been trying too help him but the man just won't do it even he if he wants to. ( + Price understands were Ghost is coming from, so he's patient with him ).

" Just giving it a couple more months. " That's what he would say every time anybody has asked if he's gonna purpose.

( Though I'd share since well, I kinda like this one. Though this definitely could go either way for whoever is the scared one with the ring. Depends on the persons POV and opinions lol )

OHOHOH I LOVE THIS

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Wear This Ring And Be Truly Mine

SoapGhost fic

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Throughout the years, Simon Riley, the Ghost, has never admitted to being afraid. He faces whatever challenge that he meets head on and refuses to back down. But this was a challenge he wasn’t prepared to face: Proposing to the love of his life.

There were two possible outcomes to this: Either he said yes and they went off and lived happily ever after, or he said no and Ghost would have no choice but to crawl in a hole and never come back out.

Ghost, at first, was confident that Soap would say yes to his proposal after being together for five years. They shared a room on base, owned a flat, it had become the norm to see Soap walk around in Ghost’s hoodie with “Lieutenant Riley” printed on it. They were almost always attached at the hip, and when they were apart someone always asked “Where’s the rest of you?”.

Ghost was constantly reminded that Soap loved him as much as Ghost loved him. One mission Ghost was gone for a month. When he came back Soap practically pounced on him the moment he saw him and refused to leave him alone for a straight week.

Ghost knew that he was loved. That’s what led him to getting the ring. It was sterling silver with a gold accent. It was beautiful and simple. Something that he knew Soap would love. He, for once, was so excited about it that he had to tell someone. So he told Price. He showed him the ring and didn’t have to say anything to explain what it was. Price lit up instantly.

“It’s about damn time!”

Ghost never had an actual relationship with his dad. Not one that mattered, at least. Price stepped into that role and his approval of this made Ghost’s heart almost burst. Price gave them both three days leave so he could propose and them enjoy each other and fantasize about their future. So Ghost took Soap out to eat. It wasn’t a fancy restaurant, just their favorite pub.

After they ate they went to the park nearby. With the moon shining overhead, the glow complimenting Soap’s handsome face— Ghost thought about sealing their fates together. About finally committing and binding themselves to one another until their time came.

He would be stuck with you. Won’t be able to get away as easy.

The thought sent a guilt through Ghost, seeded a doubt that he couldn’t shake. His hand was in his pocket, hovering over the ring that suddenly burned to touch.

“Something wrong, Si?”

Ghost shook his head, “No, just thinking.”

He was supposed to propose at the park, but he didn’t. He just walked them back to base. Later that night as Soap was fast asleep in their bed, Ghost stared at the ring. Part of him wanted Soap to wake up and see it so he couldn’t push off the question again. But Soap remained asleep, oblivious to Ghost’s dilemma.

Hours would pass before Ghost finally hides the ring and lays down, but sleep refused to come to him. By the time his alarm rang he was exhausted and anxious. Soap woke, rolling over and giving Ghost a sleepy good morning kiss before getting up. Soap ran on autopilot for at least an hour after waking up so Ghost wasn’t surprised he didn’t notice how dead tired his boyfriend was.

Ghost tried to make himself seem more awake and managed to convince Soap enough that he was fine just tired before they separated and went about their day. He wore his usual balaclava minus the face paint so the bags under his eyes weren’t hidden. He was slow all day, more snappy according to some. Price ran into him and pulled him to the side to ask about the previous night.

“Soap hasn’t said anything about you proposing…”

“I didn’t ask him.”

“Why not? You were so eager about it yesterday!”

Ghost breathes in, “Just… couldn’t bare the thought of him saying no.”

“Son, Soap wouldn’t say no. You are the love of his life. You do know that you’re labeled as ‘soulmate’ in his phone, right?”

Ghost nods and Price sighs.

“I understand being nervous. Marriage is a big commitment. But you and Soap are ready for it. You two act like you’re married already!”

Ghost laughs quietly at that. Price gives him a worried smile.

“You propose when you’re ready. Soap’s definitely not going anywhere. He loves you too much to just leave.”

That should’ve settled Ghost’s nerves. That should’ve been the end of his doubt. But he just kept thinking about Soap saying no. They’ve talked about marriage before but that was years ago. He wasn’t sure how to bring it up without making it obvious about him wanting to propose. He wasn’t sure what was worse: Rejection after a proposal or being rejected before he even got the chance.

Ghost took a breath, trying to ease his running thoughts.

I’ll ask in a couple months. I’ll be ready then.

Two months from that day, Ghost was not ready. In fact when he saw the ring after opening his nightstand drawer to grab something panic shot through him. There was no dead line to propose. Yet he felt like there was one. One that he couldn’t see and if it reached to that point something was going to happen. He wasn’t sure what exactly but he just had a gut feeling.

He wanted to ask someone about marriage. Price was married years ago and it ended in divorce so he wasn’t sure he would be the one to go to. He wasn’t actually sure if Rudy and Alejandro were married and he was not about to be laughed at for assuming. So that left one last option.

“Sorry to bother you. I know it’s late there.”

It was five in the morning at the moment, but it was around twelve in the morning for Laswell. When he sent the video call request he didn’t expect her to pick up but she did.

“Simon, you never bother me. You’re my unproblematic child.”

Ghost snorts as Laswell grins at him on his screen.

“Why did you call me? Must be something serious.”

“Yea, it is. I… I want to ask Soap to marry me.”

Laswell squealed. Squealed. The absolute glee on her face and in her eyes made Ghost smile.

“Finally! The first of my children to get married! Can I see the ring?”

Ghost pulls out the ring and holds it up to the camera to show her. Laswell smiles widely at it.

“It’s beautiful! I know Soap will never take it off the moment you put it on him.”

Ghost stops smiling and clears his throat, “I want to ask him but-“

He trails off and Laswell frowns, “But-?”

“We talked about marriage like once years ago. I-I don’t want to rush things. I don’t know if he even wants marriage or is ready.”

“Sweetie, Soap is absolutely in love with you. There is no doubt that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.”

Ghost nods but Laswell continues.

“Marriage is scary. I won’t lie to you. It’s a huge commitment on both partner’s parts. I was so scared about asking my Annie to marry me.”

Laswell looks off camera before looking back at Ghost, “She was and still is the most beautiful and wonderful woman in my life. She could have anyone and yet she was with me.”

“What made you finally ask her?”

“I kept the ring in my pocket for four straight months. One evening, we were in the kitchen. We were cooking dinner, dancing to music as we did. In that moment when I saw her smile, dancing with a laugh, the stains from cooking our food on her shirt— I knew that there was no other person I would want to be with.”

Laswell smiles as a woman walks into the camera’s view and hugs her from behind, “I proposed to her right there.”

Annie smiles, “Flour on her cheek, a beautiful green sapphire ring, and a look of pure love. How could I say no?”

Annie smiles at Ghost, “Honey, it’s okay to be worried. But I know he’ll say yes. Don’t push it. The moment will come when it’s ready.”

Ghost nods and Annie kisses Laswell’s cheek before leaving. Laswell watches her wife leave before turning back to Ghost.

“Take your time, sweetie. And I look forward to our mother-son dance.”

Ghost felt confident after that. So after a couple of days he planned to propose. Again. He tried to stay around Soap all day, hoping that the magical moment that happened to Laswell before she proposed would come to him. It didn’t. He was with Soap practically all day and not once did he get that feeling to commit and propose. Soap never questioned why he was with him, just gave him occasional kisses on his cheek or made a silly face at him when their eyes met.

Ghost was so frustrated! Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months—

And then a year rolled around. A fucking year he has had the ring in his pocket. A year he’s been trying to encourage himself to propose to Soap. He would get an occasional glance from Price but the man didn’t say anything. Laswell was checking up on him more than usual, not directly asking but he knew what she wanted to know. He felt like he was disappointing them and it was killing him!

One evening he stormed off out of the pub they were in celebrating New Year’s Eve. A couple was together and Ghost didn’t really pay them any mind until the girl went to the bathroom. The guy took out a ring and took a deep breath before putting it away. Ghost couldn’t watch and just left in a rush, telling no one where he was going. He was just upset, fumbling with the ring in his pocket as he walked. He felt a tear in the corner of his eye.

Why was this so fucking hard? He knew he loved Soap and he knew Soap loved him! Why couldn’t he just ask him a simple question? He’s faced certain death! Crawled out of a grave with another man’s jaw bone, killed countless in battle. Why can’t he just ask the man he loves to marry him?

“Simon!”

Ghost stops as Soap jogs up to him, “Babe, are you okay? You just left without a word.”

“Fine, Johnny.”

“You don’t sound fine, baby. C’mon, you know you can talk to me.”

Ghost shakes before turning around, “I know! That’s why this is so fucking stupid!”

Soap’s face twists in confusion, “What-?”

“I know I can talk to you about anything! I know that you’ll always be there for me, through thick and thin! Rain or shine!”

Ghost feels tears slip down his face, Soap concerned, “Why can’t I just ask you to marry me?”

Soap blinks and it takes Ghost a moment to register what he said. He pales, breath caught in his throat as Soap and him stare at each other.

“What-What did you just say?”

“I-I—“

Soap takes a deep breath, gently taking Ghost’s hand, “Love… what did you just say?”

Ghost shakes horribly, “Why can’t I just ask you to marry me?”

Tears collect at the corners of Soap’s eyes, “Say that again, baby.”

Ghost exhales before taking one of his hands out of Soap’s hold and digging into his pocket. He pulls out the ring and holds in up, hands shaking.

“Johnny… Will you marry me?”

Soap laughs out, tears falling freely down his face, “Yes!”

Ghost chokes out a sob as he puts the ring on Soap. Once its on Soap looks at it before jumping onto Ghost, wrapping his arms around his neck. Ghost wraps one arm around Soap while he removes his face mask and kisses Soap. Soap kisses him like it would be their last, refusing to pull away. But they eventually do, Soap pulling away to cup Ghost’s face with the biggest smile on his face.

Someone clears their throat and they look to see Gaz and Price standing there.

“That was a very dramatic New Year’s kiss.”

Price quickly saw the shine on Soap’s finger and his eyes lit up.

“FINALLY!”

Gaz jerks at the yell as Soap and Ghost laugh. A very dramatic way to start the New Year, indeed.

#when i was writing this i discovered my sister had a tumblr accound #she’s on here somewhere #WATCHING #modern warfare ii #john soap mactavish #kate laswell #laswell’s wife #simon ghost riley #john price #thanks for the ask <3 #ask #cod mwii #soapghost #ghostsoap #call of duty #fic #fanfic #modern warfare

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instarsandcrime · 3 months

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Feathers On a Hearth

Did I just write a 2,000+ word Huskerdust snz fic because I have no impulse control? The answer may not surprise you. Hope you enjoy!

Edit: Someone asked for a follow-up and well. Part 2 I guess!

“A day off?” Angel Dust slapped his upper hands on the counter, lower firm on his hips. “Whaddya mean a day off?!”

“My, my! Such a reaction!” The Radio Demon hummed from behind the bar, “I thought you’d be pleased that Husk asked for some relaxation time.”

“Of course I’m happy! That’s the problem!” The other fumed, picking nervously at the hem of a glove. “The bastard never takes his fifteen, let alone twenty four hours to himself. Even after the whole extermination shit went down and the hotel’s name was back up in lights, he opened up shop the next day like nothin’ happened!”

“Hm.” The Overlord’s fingers stilled above a wine glass, drifting into a trance. From a distant white fuzz of radio that traveled with the hotelier, Angel Dust heard bits and pieces of unknown voices, clipped nonsense like jagged edges of glass against a chalkboard.

Unknown help NEEDED uSefuL For meat.

“Alastor?” Angel Dust finally piped up, and his host seemed finished ruminating on the world’s most ominously displayed conclusion.

“I would love to uphold Husker's wishes for privacy. However, if it satiates your curiosity in any way, feel free to convince him otherwise.” Alastor snapped his fingers, and a door somewhere above unlocked with a sharp click, "The poor thing hasn’t come out of his room all day, and I admit it’s a bit disquieting to not have our bartender at the ready. Always waiting with a refreshing drink and a silver tongue...”

Pencil thin brows furrowed. Okay. Okay, fine. Either fuck over Husk’s boundaries– not a fan of goin’ down that road again– or risk it and make sure he’s okay. Regardless.

“Is this some kinda sick way of showin’ that you care about him?” Angel Dust squinted suspiciously.

A howling laughter cut the air like a knife. “O-oh! Ohohoh my! Th-that– ahaha– H-heavens, no!” Alastor wheezed out. “I want to see how badly this trainwreck goes! It's been quite a show to watch such a beloved actor even think about rubbing elbows with a washed up, wrung out has-been like Husker!”

Angel's face twisted, blushing scarlet with anger at a cackling studio audience that filled the bar. He couldn't help it-- whatever cadence, whatever tone, he'd heard the same exact laugh plenty of times with every tug of a chain. “I don’t get what Charlie sees in a creepy, sadistic fucker like you. But y’know what? I hope you get to the top. I hope you get everythin’ you want. Because when you look down from your sad, dinky little radio tower, no one is gonna be there to watch.”

Flashing his last two arms just to flip Alastor off with his entire being, Angel Dust spun on his heel to storm up the steps. And all too faintly, he heard one last little hiccup of a broadcast. He stopped at the haunting swell of violins, nearly tugged backwards by the sobbing of a woman reaching out to embrace her savior.

Thank you.

The tapping of Alastor’s staff and his hushed string of curses were nothing compared to the smug smirk that nearly split Angel’s face.

“Hey Whiskers, it’s me!” A knock echoed on Husk’s freshly crafted door, pentacle etchings still bonded to the knotted wood.

His calls were only met with silence.

“C’mon, I ain’t gonna try anything. We’re past all that and you know it.”

The silence persisted. A louder knock. Shit. Alastor was definitely not the type to play a prank, and Husk definitely wasn’t the type to stay quiet forever.

“You okay? You ain’t bleedin’ out on the carpet, right?” He worried his bottom lip, running a thumb against sore knuckles. “...Husker?”

“I heard you the first time.” A gruff voice answered. Oh thank fuck.

“Then what're ya waitin' for? Let a gal in, would ya?”

“Can't.”

“Alright, fine. Then I'll do it myself.”

“No!” A tornado warning seemed to go off the second the doorknob was even slightly turned. All sorts of bits and bobs were haphazardly knocked about in a cacophony of noise. Somewhere along the way the chaos settled for a brief moment, ragged breaths building and building until--

"Ht'shhuh! Hut'CHNX! HHHT'CHNXT'uh!" The sound of shattered glass pierced the air, and Angel Dust nearly jumped in place at the sharp yelp that followed.

"Hey, what the Hell!?"

“I'm okay, don’t-- kaff kaff! don't move. I’ll come to you.” Husk croaked. The door finally crept open and– oh.

“Oh. Oh, wow.” The spider whistled at the sad sight before him. “Ya look like shit.”

Or at least, the little bits that poked out. The bartender’s bedsheets were wrapped around him like a patchwork cocoon, making every second standing a heavy, tangled effort for the shivering bundle. Underneath the makeshift hood that covered his head, the fur on his face was matted with sweat, a single claw pressed just below a flushed nose. His eyes were squinting through a bleary fog, as if it took his entire being just to concentrate.

“Nice t’ see you too. Listen. I’m obviously sick, so if you need somethin’ from me just grab it and go.”

Okay, rude. This was not the kind of hot mess Husk usually was-- at least, not six months into their trauma bond. And strange enough, his room was no different. Card collections, casino chips, beer bottles, all the little things were flung every which way. But the most bizarre was a trash can haphazardly stuffed to the brim with red and black feathers, peppered by wads of clawed-through tissues.

“Uhhhh.�� Angel Dust's brow furrowed at the sea of half-broken junk, “I don’t need nothin’, but I’m pretty sure if I did then I'd need to ask a gravedigger first.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake– then what do you want?!” Husk snapped. Angel stilled, surging through ten different emotions at once. But the sickly demon only landed on one, eyes wide with overflowing guilt. He hunched low, retreating towards his bed with wobbling steps. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to– I. I’m just not feelin’ right. Snf! But I'll be better by t-tuhh-tomorrow. Jus’…just forget thihhh-this ever…ever ha-happened.”

Angel Dust watched on in disbelief, mouth slightly agape. Maybe Charlie, Princess of Friendship, could have calmly negotiated with the bartender. Maybe she could have sung a song to magically solve a lesson of the day. Maybe she could have shown love and kindness and all the redemption bullshit that he'd come to respect. But Angel Dust was not Charlie. Angel Dust was Angel Dust. So, with all the love and kindness in his heart, the spider stepped a foot on the blankets and yanked his friend backwards. And caught off guard, Husk released the claw that kept a worrying tickle at bay.

"Hhhuhh...huh! Hup'shhhoo! Hup'SSHHHUH! Sh-shihhh-shihht nohhh-not agaaaiihhhh…Heh! HETCHHH'HOO!" A pair of wings involuntarily flapped at the small fit, sending a small firework of feathers into the air. Patchy, bare spots that once balanced the owlcat sent him stumbling on the ever-tilting floorboards. And suddenly, body moving before his mind could, Angel Dust hurriedly caught the other in a low dip. Tangled under his partner's shadow, Husk’s red-tipped ears folded until they practically pressed against his skull.

“Snff! Uh. Thanks.” He swallowed.

“No problem.” Angel echoed, stopping to blow a feather from his mussed bangs.

“...You can let go now.”

“If I do, are ya goin' to fall before you even touch the bed?”

Husk's pause lasted a second too long.

“That's what I thought. Now, I’m gonna lead with your shoulder and your waist. And it'll just be touch and nothin' else, cross my heart.”

“Hey, you– kaff! offered to help me out. If there’s an issue that you’re lookin’ for, I couldn’t see one if I tried.” The other mumbled, unsure if he could get any redder. “But thanks for the heads up, Ange. I mean it.”

Gently the spider guided him with four sturdy arms, the third pair growing to snatch up his shed blankets along the way. Looking down, Angel’s heart suddenly squeezed as the cat in his hold immediately fought sleep at the touch, head lolling against his chest.

“Soooo. You can molt?” Angel squeezed his shoulder playfully.

“...Mm. Sucks, but I always push– snff! Ugh, push through it.” Husk grumbled, scrubbing his eye with a paw to force himself awake. Looking anywhere but at his helper.

“Oh, please! You know I ain’t stoppin’ here, right? I’ve fucked a lotta demons with wings and I gotta say, those bad boys ain't gonna pity ya anytime soon. 'Specially paired with that cold've yours.” He pushed Husk onto the mattress, ignoring the soft grunt that followed. “Now lay down.”

Finally relenting, his patient rolled onto his stomach, pressing a pillow over his head to muffle his thoughts for two entire seconds– or at least while his back and nose had stopped itching something awful. Because without realizing it a warm smolder had filled his chest, sparked at the onslaught of attention. It was the cold. It was just the cold. It was not the sheer audacity of being needy for once in his miserable life. Goddamnit, when had he suddenly become so needy?

“Good boy.” A voice whispered gently, breath hot against his bare back. Yep, that's nausea. Definitely nausea and nothing else. Husk quickly stomped out the growing flame before it could spread any further. Unfortunately, a different sensation crawled up his nose, and he pressed the feather-stuffed fabric against his muzzle. Desperate to not deal any more damage. He was supposed to be the hotel’s bartender. He was supposed to be Angel Dust's bartender. It was his job to look out for the struggling souls around him, not the other way arou--

"Huh! Hhhhuuhhh...F-fuck."

"Need help?"

“Wh-whuhh— Snff! What?” Craning his head, the tip of a discarded feather tickled the rim of his nostrils, and whatever pained torture Husk would have had to grin and bear was swapped with another.

"HUP'CHOO! HUT'CHHHOO! Hhhuhhh...hhhuh!...hah hhahhhhHTCH'HUH! Hhhhhuuhhh.......hhhuhh.....hguhh...snff! Ow." Between ragged gulps for air, he heard the thump of books and bottles fall from the high shelves above. He didn't even want to look at the state of his room right now. Instead he blindly grabbed for a tissue, sharp trumpeting blows intertwined with flustered apologies.

He regretted even thinking about opening his eyes. He would have rather sneezed himself into a second death than deal with the disaster that regularly re-disorganized itself. But vision clearing, he blinked back shock as Angel Dust already had a mop in hand, cleaning supplies at the ready. Steam curled against the cat demon’s cheek, and he turned to see a rag was already soaking on the nightstand. Mystified, the bartender watched as his patron stop mid-task to slide it forward, a welcoming smile on his face. The bowl seemed to move in an oddly nostalgic way. Like the film strip of a memory that didn’t quite catch the light.

Or the offer of a refreshing drink and a silver tongue.

"...This is stupid." Husk finally broke the silence.

"Ugh, I know right? The books are no big deal, but whisky's gonna be a bitch to get outta the carpet. I'll have to grab Niffty before it stains--"

"No. I mean, you don't need t’ clean up after me. I...I-I can do it myself." Husk mumbled, pushing himself upright– or rather, made a daring attempt before collapsing back on the mattress.

Angel Dust stared. Really stared. Throwing aside the handle in his palm, he rested two right hands on his hip. “Husk. Sugar. Sweetheart. Babydoll. You dragged me kickin’ and screamin’ outta bad days plenty of times. What's wrong with me doin’ the same for you?”

“Oh c’mon, we both know that I can do all this bullshit myself. Cleanin’ my room. Washin’ my wings. Why do you need t’ be my personal assistant for the day when you're so busy dealin’ with the studio! 'Specially with Him bitchin’ and moanin’ and runnin' you ragged! I see you stumble through the door at three in the morning, clutching your stomach like it got whittled to nothin’! He orders you around like a goddamn dog on a leash, and then you come home to what? Take care of another asshole like me? Why should some shitty ex-overlord get the same kinda treatment?”

--rubbing elbows with a washed up, wrung out has-been--

Oh.

Oh that motherfucker.

"You--" Angel Dust felt his blood boil, chasing away the ghost of radio static that crawled under his skin. “Are you fuckin' kidding me?!”

Husk jolted, fur puffing in surprise as Anthony pulled him onto his lap. “Stop bein' a dumbass! You deserve this. You deserve to be pampered. If ya think I’m here because I feel pressured and not because you’re actually– oh I dunno, worth bein’ cared for– then let me make things crystal fuckin’ clear for you.”

“Kid–” Overgrown pleas were cut at the stem, body going limp as a steaming cloth trailed down bone dry wings. And as dark thoughts began to drift, the spider rested his chin on the crook of Husk’s neck. One by one he plucked every warped thought with every warped feather.

"You ain't forcin' me to do nothin'. You ain't payin' me as a client. You ain't no toxic ex. And you definitely ain't like Valentino. So get it through your thick skull-- I don't hang around ya 'cause I need to." Cupping a flushed cheek for good measure, Anthony ever so slightly tilted a hypnotized gaze his way. "I do it because I want to."

Faces flushed and heavy-lidded with bliss, the actor forgot himself, bathing in the silence. The peace. The safe haven he called Husk.

The other, very predictably, pulled back to sneeze.

Husk buried his muzzle in a tissue before he could give his drinking buddy-- friend-- partner-- whoever the fuck was in front of him at this point in time an impromptu shower.

"'CHNX! CHNXT'hhhooo...hhhuh! HUH'ASHHHOO!" He cautiously peeked open an eye, blinking back shock when his wings didn't snap open. Instead they continued to lay there, well-washed and preened to perfection. So with a shaky breath he lit the spark in his chest, allowing it to burn gently through his ribcage like it was a small, rusty hearth. Swallowing down a soft purr before it could escape.

"Wait, wait, wait." Yanked back to reality Angel Dust grabbed the cat demon’s shoulder to spin him around, looking him dead in the eye. "Am I crazy, or do you sneeze in triples every time? That’s. Adorable."

"Oh shuuhhh…hhuh!" A blur of a black and red feather swept under his prickling nostrils, fanged smirk kissing the base of downy barbs between lithe fingers.

"Hhhhuh! You s-suhhnofa-a-aahh!...hhhah…” Husk held his breath like his afterlife depended on it, desperately scrubbing at his muzzle to quell the angry itch. Startling when Angel’s lips pecked the tip of his raw nose.

Shit.

“F-fuhhhcking ch-ch-chhheater– Hhhept'choo!" Husk doubled over into the nearly-shredded tissue.

"Oh my goodness, bless you!" The spider demon cooed teasingly. "One."

"Sh-shuhhht…sh-shu-shut the fuck uhhp-- HUP'CHHH’hhoo!"

"Yeesh! That was a big one. Two."

"Guuuuhhh...g-gonna kihh-kill youhhhuuhhh-hhuh-huh-hah! HATCH'HHHOO!"

"Hah! I knew it! Holy shit, that’s so cute!" Angel Dust gushed through bouts of uncontrollable laughter-- rudely interrupted when a pillow smacked him square in the face.

#snz #snz fic #ha//zb//in//ho//tel//#hu//sker//dust #an/gel/du/st #hu/sk

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whispytrees · 9 months

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Honeymoon Hotsprings

Warning: nsfw, hot spring sex, smut, fingering, reverse cowgirl, squirting, vulgar language, cream pie

Sypnosis: (fem reader) you and Dazai are celebrating your honeymoon at a Hotspring, on the outskirts of Okayama.

You and your newly husband Osamu Dazai were sitting in the hot springs in the middle of the night, with the full moon shining bright down on you both and the hot glistening water you two were sitting in. Your back was pressed against his chest as you sat in between his spread legs while you could hear and feel the every bump of his heartbeat against your back and he could feel yours, he threw his head back onto the tall bamboo fence protecting you from any intruders peeking at you both and your lewd bodies.

You gently swished your arms around the water in a sigh of relief. You and Dazai definitely needed this. From all the stress of the wedding planning for you two, this is the best honeymoon you can ask for in your opinion. Being in the country side of Okayama while you breathed in the fresh air and the smell of the beautiful hot springs. It was like heaven. Not only that, you were beside your beloved newly husband, enjoying each others quality time and presence.

you could feel his arms start to wrap around your torso and pull you closer and tighter into his chest so he can get closer to your face, suddenly he hummed into your left ear and kissed behind it, starting to whisper you sweet nothings. You giggled a bit when his breath tickled your ear and you just untensed your shoulders while leaning your head back onto his shoulder, allowing him to continue what he was doing before. “This is just…..perfect…and so relaxing…” You whisper to yourself as Dazai nods his head in agreement.

“Of course it is, I begged kunikida to book the best hotel and personal hot spring for us after all.” He grinned, looking proud of himself as he stuck his head up high. You turn your head to face him as you just gently smiled and took his opposite cheek with your hand to bring his face closer to yours so you could give him a small peck, you said a little thank you and nod as you went back to your original comfortable position while closing your eyes. But this just relied him up even more.

He just looked down at you with a small smirk appearing on his features as he couldn’t help but observe your cute resting face. “oh darling, everything you do it just so cute. I sometimes just wanna kiss you up…” he said rubbing his head against yours like a puppy.

“And what’s stopping you then…” you said with a little smirk appearing on your own face as Dazai’s eyes widen in surprise before his own smirk grew even larger.

“Ohohoh!” he chuckled once more “where did this level of confidence come from my love? And why haven’t you showed me this side of you before Bella…” He flirtatiously whispered in your ear once more as his hand started to travel down to your thigh, massaging it gently as you opened your eyes looked down into the water to witness the entire thing.

Slowly, you looked back at him again and glanced into his gorgeous brown eyes that were staring back at you. “Well, I didn’t know you wanted to know this side of me..” You said sarcastically as gentle smile appeared on your face. His hand starting to move lower and to the inside of your thigh, moving it up and down.

“Oh really? What made you think I didn’t, pretty?” He started to nibble on your ear a bit as he tightened the grasp on your waist with his free arm and pushed you against his hardened cock as you gasped a bit in surprise making his dick twitch a little more from your reaction. “Feel that pretty?” His obnoxious smirk growing larger.

You nodded reluctantly as you tried to keep your composure, but suddenly you felt a finger started to draw closer to your pussy, going in between your folds as it started gracing you, moving up and down. Immediately you harshly gripped onto dazai’s arm as you looked up at him, but he still had that devious smirk on his features that made you all fluttery inside, he was enjoying seeing you squirm under his touch.

Before you knew it he plunged a finger inside you making your back arch in surprise and pleasure as a faint moan escaped your throat, but he tightened his arm around you so you wouldn’t be able to move from the position you were in before. You started to quiver by his touch, his finger was skinny and long, hitting almost all the places that got you seeing stars. But obviously his dick was better.

Soon he started moving his finger in and out of you, immediately getting you to moan from the sudden movements which only made him grin harder. “Does that feel good?” He asked mockingly as he planted his thumb on your clit receiving another moan out of you.

“Y-yes…” you hesitantly responded as he started circling his thumb around your clit, going down to kiss your bare shoulder which only made you shiver even more. But before you knew it, out of no where he inserted another finger, making you gasp as he stretched you open with his two long fingers.

“Osamu..” you mumbled under your breath as you felt him move his fingers inside of you, only making you moan louder than before.

You can feel his strong glare as he continued to play with your cute and bare cunt, you felt him kiss, bite and lick your bare shoulder. “You can take it can’t you..?…mmm…you look so gorgeous right now my love.” He spoke as a deep chuckle rose from back of his throat, feeling oddly proud of himself.

“I-i…” you tried to speak as you felt him press his long slender fingers down on that one spongy G-spot that got your brain turn into pure mush.

“Ah, ah, ah~ say it with your words my love.” He said with a seductive tone in his voice, kissing your cheek gently and affectionately, just to show how he still cares for you so much.

“M-more…need more…” you mumble under your breath but out of no where you felt something slipping out of you, leaving you with an empty feeling inside as you clenched around nothing. You sat up a bit and turned around to look at him in confusion and in disbelief, just as it was getting good he removed his fingers?

But suddenly you felt something round poking your hole, starting to glide up and down between your folds as you squirmed to the touch, you look down to see his hand holding his own cock, moving the tip up and down your sweet juicy cunt. You glanced back at him as he looked focused on what he was doing in between your legs. He looked back at you and smirked before he lined his tip to your entrance and pushed it in a bit leaving you with a breathless moan and him in a small grunt.

As his tip continued to push deeper into you, you felt his grip on your waist started to grow tighter, his nails leaving small moon crescents in within your waist. Including your grip on his arm starting to grow much tighter as well. “Your taking me-so so well..darling…” he hanged his head back for a moment before bringing it back and looking at you. “Your so-fuck-tight…this little pussy was made for me..” he grinned once more as he just bottomed out within you, a large moan leaving your voice in the process, his words overall making your stomach flutter inside.

Soon he started to rock his hips a bit, slowly thrusting in and out of you as you quickly start moaning. He was splitting you in half with the sheer size of him. No matter how many times you both have sex and no matter how many different positions you both do, you’ll never get used to how good he stretches you out. But quickly you catch on, starting to move your hips a little as well, making him gasp out a little grunt while he bit down on his lip. Before you knew it you lifted yourself a bit while putting your hands on his thigh to level yourself then quickly falling back down on his cock making you both moan from the pure pleasure you both were producing.

It quickly became a routine, you started bouncing and jumping on his hard cock as he guided you, keeping his hands rested on your waist while splashing the water in the meantime with the amount of hard thrusts and bouncing you both were doing. “Yeah…just like that…mm..” he nodded as he watched his cock disappear from inside of you. While you on the other hand we’re barely keeping yourself together, you felt your eyes tear up as his dick was hitting every soft spot you had in store. Feeling your eyes roll back as a familiar feeling of a knot started up in your stomach.

“O-…Samu…” you couldn’t help but moan his name as you felt his tip repeatedly hit the mush of your cervix. His dick twitching from inside you with the fast pace you both were doing. And his devilish grin only getting bigger as he heard the sweet sweet noises you were producing.

“Y-yes my love? Your close aren’t you…well me too.” He spoke through a moan. Of course he knew, how can one of the famous masterminds of the detectives agency not know that your close to your climax? Especially since your his newly wed wife, he’s already used to the way your pussy clenches onto his dick for dear life when your close to enough to cum. He drew his head back onto the bamboo again as he fucked himself into you, chasing after his own climax that was only bringing yourself closer to yours.

Soon enough you started to feel his finger fall back down to your clit, rubbing it and pressing down on it like nothing before, that just brought out another scream of his name out of you. Which only lead him on to his end. Before you knew it, you felt him thrust into you one last time and stuff you full with his white sticky cum. Once he did this you were soon after him, squirting on his dick within the water. Which left you and him panting.

You felt him wrap both his arms around your stomach and kiss you on the shoulder. “I love you so much..” He whispered under his breath, something he said so often, but still, something that still made your heart beat fasten.

“I love you too..” you turn your body to look back at him, running your hands through his brown chocolate colored locks which only let him release a hum under his breath and lean into your touch. “Now, let’s actually get ready. We have a dinner tonight don’t we?” You said in a gentle smile while trying to get up before you felt harsh arms pushing back down onto his lap again.

“Just…five more minutes…” he spoke gently, kissing your shoulder once again. “I just want to enjoy this moment for five more minutes..” he said rubbing his cheek against the hem of your head. As you chuckle to yourself from his reaction.

“Alright, just five more minutes.”

(I appreciate all the support I gained from my last post! This is a repost on my new account!)

#bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai smut #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai x y/n #bsd dazai #osamu x reader #bungo stray dogs dazai #hot spring #smut #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader

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hearts444innie · 4 days

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Give it back!

lee Han

Ler hyunjin

🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨

Hyunjin was looking everywhere making a mess he looked in all rooms and other places, now you might be asking…what was he looking for??? Well….

He was looking for a certain color of paint yes you read that right. Paint. It was a teal color and when looking on his paint shelf it wasn’t there it was missing.

The artist was frustrated he couldn’t find it unless..someone took it..he went to go ask starting with the sunshine boy knowing he liked to borrow things time to time

“Felix?” Hyunjin said as he entered the boys room and Felix turned around from whatever he was doing “yeah?”

“You wouldn’t happen to have taken a real paint from my room did you?”

“No I’ve only taken an orange color and yellow but no teal”

So it wasn’t Felix then maybe the puppy boy?

Hyunjin made his way to the puppy boys room “Seungmin did you see a teal paint bottle at all?” “Yeah I did I saw hannie hyung leave off with it somewhere” so hannie took it he thought and went off to the boys room.

“Han jisung!” He said barging into the room making the boy jump at the sudden sound “what?! Why are you bathing in like that”

“Minnie said he saw you take my real paint and I need it”

“Well I ain’t giving it back…uh at least not yet until I’m done with It”

“Well let me using for a moment then”

“No make me hyung.” Hyunjin took this as an invitation.

“Fine then I’ll make you give it back.”

The ferret boy threw himself onto the boy both falling onto the floor and started tugging and wrestling each other hyunjin threw quick pokes anywhere he could to weaken the boy and it was working

“Wait-! Stohohp we can find a different way NO!”

“Nah you said it yourself jisung”a the ferret boy managed to pin him to the floor and dug his fingers into the boys ribs.

“HYUHUHUHUNG NOHOHOHO WAIT HANG ON-“

“Hell no there’s no waiting ji” he said smiling at the cuteness the boy has.

“Yah please let’s talk about this-NOHO”

Hyunjin used his fluffy hair to nuzzle himself into the boys neck. “PLEHEHEHASE HYUNG OHOHOH GOD!”

“You asked for this hannie so take it you deserve I think”

“THIHIS IS UHHUHUNFAHAHAIR STOHOHOP I HATE YOU-!” Hyunjin just tickled the boy harder not taking that lightly. “Hey that wasn’t nice ji!”

“IM SORRY AHAHAHAHA PLEASE” hyunjin went under the boys shirt and blew a raspberry on his belly

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHO HAHAHAHHAHA NOT THEHEHEHERE PLEASE IM GOHOHONA DIHIHIE!!”

“Okay okay I can hear you gasping for air I wasn’t planning on killing you now where is the paint?” He gave jisung a moment to recover “it’s under the bed” “k bye hannie!” He said running out and leaving jisung on the floor to sleep as members now in then stop at the door to see Han sleeping on the floor finding it weird.

BRUHH IM OUT OF SCHOOL FOR THE SUMMER YYAYAYY!!! even though I failed my classes at least testing and exams are over 😭

#kpop tickle #stray kids #hearts444innie #stray kids tickle #lee jisung #ler hyunjin

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ikkosu · 1 month

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Throwing this at you ikko, because I am obsessed with Pinks fairy’s in Archie’s Knightformers au, butttt, Pharma the freaky little man finding a fairy that can’t run or fly because their wings broken<3 and he uses old test subjects wings to fix theirs despite their disgust to it, partnered with him keeping them as his little pet/experiment.

(Also my friend sent me more pics to use as reaction <3 so I am blessing you with a cat)

compookie!!

rubs hand evilly ohohoh I've been plagued with knightformer pharma and his evil little smile. He's definitely getting his own little fae too.

Quick incomprehensive ramble about my husband, for a moment (sorry prowl) Knightformers / Faeformers are by :

@archie-sunshine and @pinkanonwrites (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

(oofm gets a little bit violent at the end)

I'd say before Pharma went bonkers, his methods are a little less unethical. Like Prowl, he won't care much for these playful cretins. They're adorable, yes. Very soft, too. He can see why First Aid and Ambulon are always so keen on squishing their plush cheeks.

Unfortunately, as much as he tries to find them tolerable, one fae in particular switched his colorcoded books to different shelves can you believe that?

How utterly vulgar. He ought to put them in a Jar and send them to Nyon where Rodimus or whatever lives. That'll do the fine job of shutting them up.

Even more strange, this fae prefers to bother him, of all people. Always pottering along with their tiny feet. The wisp flutter of their wigs as they hover close, tugging on his hat, and cloak. Hiding behind pillars, peeking out then giggling when he notices them.

He'd imagine they go for humans like First Aid or Ambulon, since they are far more gentle with their words than he is to them

The annoyance to that particular fae, though, doesn't last too long.

It was a busy day at the hospital. Darkness veiled the night. He's working the night shift again and everyone had gone to their quarters. The halls are empty. It feels a little isolating but he'll have to make do.

After a small dreadful nap on his desk that left his throat sore and back.pained — Pharma wakes up with something warm over his back. He sits up straight and the something his back billows and pool to the ground. A — he pinches the material between his fingers, eyebrows cocked — blanket?

And the sprinkled dust of glitter on one end drew a smile to that face.

"Good, little cretin."

Pharma and fae aren't particularly close after, but he does acknowledge the fae and does, a little bit, grow more tolerant of them. In the gardens, where he'd go out for fresh air and a semblance for peace, fae would perch on his shoulder as he reads his book. Their tiny legs would swing aimlessly as their eyes peering over to read.

He's not sure the little thing understands but when he'd flip a page a little too early, he's halted by their itty hands and a trill. Pharma waits little, couldn't resist raising a finger and scratching the back of their ears, before turning the page after.

He couldnt retract his finger since fae is already nuzzling against it. So he keeps it there for as long as he remembers ( he couldn't perform surgery and had First Aid take over because of how sore his hand was).

Post-delphi Pharma, though. Yikes, okay. Everything is in shambles. Tarn comes and goes, and as he goes, chaos runs rampant and dances along every crook and cranny of Delphi like a forest fire.

Pharma isn't spared, either.

Fae, and the many others, find themselves scuttling away to a nearby forest. Their friend, a fae with green streaks to their wings, breedles to them about a new hideout in the caves.

Fae nods and follows along, before the group breaks off unceremoniously when a panther had caught on to their little group.

Fae persists to a different path. In doing so, unluckily encounters a bandit when they were trying to flee. It's not your usual, pillaging, loot lover bandit — these were the ones who snatch faeries and strip them of their magic dust.

A lot of fae's have been caught recently and the growing numbers are not one to mess with.

And, a quick scuffle between the two, led to fae hitting the floor hard. They squeak weakly, pawing the ground, trying and failing to flutter their wings. But it hurts. Thair back hurts. Their body hurts

Distraught, the shadow closes in on them, eyes of the bandit white half-moons of mirth as hands almost curl around fae's body—

And a sickening splat resounds after.

Fae opens their eyes and sees a different man looming. It's Pharma, eyes half lidded as he stares over the crook of his nose, down at the body in front of him — not the fae.

One side of his cheek had blood smeared across and over his hand, curls a crimson mottled axe. Fae doesn't want to see what's left of the body and looks away with a small shuddered trill, arms covering their faces.

This isn't the Pharma they knew..

Crass as he were — Pharma would never be so grotesquely vulgar as this.

The medic regards the little cretin for a moment, likely assessing the damage of their wings. He notices there's a stutter in the movements. Muscles, strained. Arms, limp.

Then, with another look to the body, silently, pharma grabs the fae with his free hand — blatantly ignoring their startled trills and their little kicks — and starts heading back to Delphi.

Everything was quiet. The hallways were quiet. The evening air was quiet. Even the gardens they so often mingle about — were dreadfully stale.

Pharma lays the fae down on the table, who scuttles to the edge in a fit of panic.

"I did tell the man to go after the least energetic ones." He murmered and pinches their ankle to stop their movements

Fae kicks at his fingers. He doesn't budge. Instead, he brings out wires from a drawer and starts coiling them into rings.

"Seems like he doesn't very much like listening to my orders." The wires were cold to their wrists then more cooler around ankles. "He's got what's coming, poor fellow. But that's done, now. I don't have to pay him, anymore. He's done enough—"

Fae let's out a squeal and thrashes around.

"Oh, don't give me that look, cretin. You'd think I'd spare your kind after the potential results you could give me?" He says lowly and clamps his entire hand on their body.

The table rattles..Fae shudders and weakly trills, pawing away at his palm. Tears sting their cheeks.

"But no worries." He leans closer. A small smile. "I'm fond of you, I'll give you that. That's only if the gift I'm planning to give you is of your taste. Look around, cretin. A new wing i've culled — just for you. You can choose as many as you like."

And fae swivels around, heart lurching in their chest. They've realized there were jars all around, perched in the shelves and were filled with faes...

Limp shadows. No longer bright. No longer breathing.

A particular jar caught their eye. They were wings. The miniscule body is a mere silhouette under the dim light. And, streaks of green dances across the glint of the wings.

#yikes this got a little bit dark #thanks for the picture compookie!! 🥺🥺 the cats are soooo cute #give me more!!!#knightformers pharma #knightformers #pharma #pharma x reader #knightformers pharma x reader #faeformers #archie sunshine #pink anon writes #maccadan #transformers #transformers x reader #maccadam #transformers idw #idw pharma

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susgas-shenanigans · 1 month

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i be silly and turn the league into animal villagers ohohoh

i knoooooow female deer vilagers dont have horns but like Geeta looked so bland without em, so I had to bend the rules a bit...

it took too long looking through the catalogue to find these silly clothes too, when I could've just went with their og outfits

#art #animal crossing #rika pokemon #geeta pokemon #poppy pokemon #hassel pokemon #larry pokemon #elite 4 shenanigans

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kursedmayo · 3 days

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Sometimes I think about how Casey and Casey Jr have backgrounds that could parallel each other. Like, think about it. They're both very mysterious figures, and their backstory is kept in the dark with only clues to why they ended up that way, but if you look at their behavior and just theorize from there, you'd see how Casey Jr really is Casey's son.

First off. Casey seemed to have spent quite a while in a deeply hierarchical community, aka The Foot. If she's been a foot for as long as her behavior implies, she's probably been there since her early teens or tweens, hell, maybe she's even been there since she was a kid, but her reasons to join it doesn't actually align with the Foot Clans goals of course.

If you take her hesitance to continue the ritual in the the Season 1 finale though, it shows that she probably didn't even want to take over the world. She most likely just wanted a community to belong in that recognized her abilities and efforts, but unfortunately, she only met with dejection.

If we take the fact that she wasn't depicted to be with a parental figure/s, or any other people she talks to often, then you can only assume that she's a very lonely person that probably has distant parents and relatives or none at all. She's basically April if she didn't meet the turtles, they're very similar at their core. A high energy tomboy-ish girl that fails over and over yet persists, somehow, that's them. That's why Splinter went "Ohohoh you guys are pretty similar" in that one episode ("Always be Brownies" I think?) in the first place, it's because they are. However, the difference between them though is Casey is twice the outcast as April is. April couldn't fit in with her other peers, but at least has friends. Casey couldn't fit in with her fellow Foot Clan members AND couldn't fit in with her normal peers, so where else would she go?

She adapted to the Foot Clan lifestyle and changed to fit it, but she couldn't thrive in it, she couldn't get promoted even though she tried so hard. She couldn't adapt to the Normal lifestyle and change to behave more "normal", though she thrived in it considering she has more or less a successful brownie business, but at the same time, she's still divorced from the greater society. There wasn't any other choice for her but to build a space of her own, which is probably the best end for her, all things considered.

When she left, the first thing she did is that instead of integrating into the greater society and try to enroll in highschool or get a job somewhere she built a business on her own, with most likely a structure similar to the Foot Clan that she left, aiming for world domination with her as the leader, something she probably dreamed of while she was still in the cult. However this may mean that she doesn't have any other goals of her own besides what her superiors tells her to do, which is to do a bunch of things so they can assemble the Shredder and take over the world, so in order to not be aimless in life she most likely took on world domination in order to have something to strive for plus she already had somewhat of an idea on how to achieve it anyways.

Also, as you can see in that Brownie episode, most of the girls she's employed under her brownie business seem to be trained in combat, which is probably Casey trying to emulate the environment of the Foot Clan with its combat ready members, and it shows that despite leaving the cult, she's still trying to emulate the environment she has likely spent years in trying and failing to prove herself in.

Now, heading over to Casey Jr, he's having a similar issues with his mother. I'm actually kind of surprised this wasn't discussed with some of the fics I've read about Casey Jr? They're both people who are used to routine that involves fighting and danger to some extent that got thrown into a a world full of mostly peace. They're also people who strived for one goal seemingly most of their life and suddenly lost it, so they both ended up without a clear path ahead of them.

With Casey Juniors case, he probably grew up in a similar hierarchical environment as Casey, for a good reason though, since they are in an Apocalypse, managing limited resources and manpower was top priority. Most likely, the oldest and most capable manage everyone else, and like Casey, probably doesn't typically act unless told to, and he didn't need to, so most likely, for most of his life, he didn't need to manage most of his life as much since there are other people there to help decide what is best for everyone. Food? Armor? Weapon? Teammates? Shelter? There are people to help assign and give that to you so you can better focus on your job, which in Casey Jr's case is most likely field work and fighting Kraang since he has a weapon and armor, so he's probably more used to mainly needing to focus on combat and not having to worry as much about everything else, just like his Mother back when she was in the Foot Clan.

Their goals are quite different though. His goal wasn't helping bring world destruction, it was the exact opposite, then, he lost it. He has no life goal left besides the one he inherited from the people around him, which is to survive and defeat the Kraang, and now that he's in the present where virtually everything is in abundance, with no one else to rely on to help decide what best to eat, wear, sleep, etc, he's obviously going to struggle.

Also, one thing I've noticed between the two of them, they both still have their uniforms on. In the brownie episode, Casey still had her Foot Clan uniform, and Casey Jr still had his armor on at the end of the movie, probably a while after they stopped the Kraang since no one shows clear signs of injury anymore. Again, it shows that both of them struggle to let go of their past, and cannot fully adapt to the typical modern life.

But yeah, tldr I guess. Casey and Casey Jr are really similar man.

#text #kursed rambles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt casey jones #rottmnt casey #rottmnt casey junior #rottmnt casey jr

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robinnsblog · 4 months

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One thing I love in GoldenerTraum’s Bonus Room is that in one of the questions you can ask Ozzy, he goes on a rant about repentance and salvation almost unprompted.

While, answering another question, he lets it slip that he hadn’t managed to reap Elise’s soul for some reason.

If repenting and ascending to heaven is such silly notion — where is Elise? He may joke that gold isn’t her color, but he’s basically holding all her loved ones hostage, why would she NOT join you??

Granny Holle: Ohohoh, where is my lassie? Has she joined us yet?

Rozenmarine: We can at last be reunited, in spite of all the pain…

Henri: I don’t see my mom with all the other Golden Maidens. Is she staying in Aziel’s grove?

Aziel: I wish. Where is the bewitching lass, Ozzy?

Ozzy: …

Ozzy: … she went out to get milk — she’ll be back anytime!

#robinn.txt #lgts #little goody two shoes #pocket mirror

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stevethehairington · 1 year

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Hellooo if I'm not too late to the prompts party. My glittery dice humbly request 57 romantic Steddie

Iloveeverythingyouwriteokaybye 😳🫣 *hides under the carpet*

helllooooo!! omg you are SOOO not too late!!! your dice are FANTASTIC omg i love the glitter, and ohohoh let me tell you. they chose EXCELLENTLY, if i do say so myself.

this prompt was SO much fun to fill omg i had the best time writing it.

i want you to know my first thought for this prompt ("there is enough room for both of us") was to have steve and eddie having just finished watching titanic and somehow find a way to recreate the door and see if they both can fit on it LMAO

i went with this instead, because it was the second thing that popped into my head and it is a classic:

[read on ao3]

57. "there is enough room for both of us"

Since they’ve finished the renovations, the Byers-Hopper’s new farmhouse has quickly become the party’s number one hangout.

With a basement fit for running DnD campaigns out of, a yard spacious enough to chase each other for hours in, plenty of soft sofas and cushions for everyone to crash on around the television set, and a homey kitchen with a dining table big enough to seat them all, it’s perfect. Not to mention, Joyce has personally extended an open invitation to every single one of them; her home is their home and they are welcome anytime.

So, yeah, home base these days looks a lot like the rustic, cozy living room in the middle of that big, beautiful house.

Which is exactly where Steve finds himself tonight. The whole party has come together for one of their beloved movie nights, and there is no better place to do it than right there.

They’re on the third or maybe fourth film of the night, but Steve isn’t the only one that has lost count. The kids are all spread out and sprawled out across the floor, fast asleep where they’re squished together in one big puppy pile. Dustin, Will, and Lucas are so tangled that it’s hard to tell who’s limbs start and end where, and further down, Max uses Mike’s shin as a pillow. How that’s comfortable, Steve has no idea — the Wheeler’s are the boniest bunch of people he knows.

El is the only one of the kids not on the floor. Instead, she lies on the couch, curled up like a bug against Joyce’s side. Her head is in Joyce’s lap. and Joyce runs her fingers soothingly through El’s hair. She’s tucked up under Hopper’s arm, and he trails the tips of his fingers up and down her arm. Kisses her temple every so often.

It’s cute, they’re cute. Steve keeps stealing glances at them, wishing he could be the one cuddled up to someone like that.

Instead he’s just squished between Robin and Eddie on their couch. Robin lies to his right, mostly slumped onto Nancy, who sits to her right, but she’s kicked up her feet into Steve’s lap. She keeps wiggling her socked toes to catch his attention, then bounces her eyebrows up and down as she looks past him to where Eddie sits to Steve’s left.

Each time it happens Steve pinches her leg. That doesn’t deter her in the slightest, though. She just whispers to Nancy and the two of them giggle quietly together.

Steve tries to ignore it, and thankfully, he’s pretty successful at that. Beside him, Eddie keeps dipping his head towards Steve so he can whisper his string of running commentary about each of the movies they’ve watched. It ranges from interesting factoids about the film, to silly discrepancies and plot points that make no sense, to putting on a goofy voice and imitating the characters to make them say ridiculous things instead. Steve’s heart squeezes in his chest each time Eddie says something new.

The current movie has been on for a little over an hour now, but neither one of them have really been following along. Instead, they’ve been making things up to match the action unfolding onscreen. Intricate, over the top backstories for the main characters and all the side ones too; ridiculous, senseless motivations for every move they make; witty, snappy one liners to replace the cheesy dialogue that actually exists in the movie. It’s a good thing most of their company has retired for the night, otherwise they’d have been shushed right out of the room.

It isn’t too much longer before Nancy and Robin decide they’ve had enough for the night and bid the room adieu. They slip off down the hall towards the guest bedroom that they’re sharing, leaving the rest of the couch finally free. Neither Steve nor Eddie move to stretch out into the empty space, though. They stay pressed up against each other, the way they’ve been all night.

Eventually, Eddie yawns so wide that his jaw cracks.

“Alright,” he declares, a finality to his tone. He drops a hand to Steve’s knee, to give it a pat. “Time for me to turn in.”

His hand slips off of Steve’s knee, and he rises to his feet, stretching his arms up and out. The hem of his t-shirt rides up, and Steve has to bite down on his tongue.

He lets the residual warmth from Eddie’s touch pull him off of the couch too, almost like he’s chasing it. Chasing Eddie.

“Yeah, okay, me too,” Steve says, busying himself with folding the blanket he and Eddie had been sharing. He drapes it over the back of the couch and turns to say goodnight to Joyce and Hopper.

“Heading to sleep already?” Joyce asks, turning her attention to the two of them. “Your room’s down the hall on the right. Will said he dropped your bags in there earlier.”

“Thanks, Mrs. B-H,” Eddie says, throwing her a finger gun and a charming smile.

“Joyce, Eddie,” she reminds him, raising her eyebrows in that stern, motherly way. The soft smile set onto her own mouth softens it. Tells him that her exasperation is only fond.

Eddie ducks his head, chuckling. “Joyce,” he corrects.

“Thank you, Joyce,” Steve chimes in, not making the same mistake as Eddie. He flashes him a smug little grin, and swallows down his laugh when Eddie subtly sticks his middle finger out at him.

Hopper, of course, notices, and he just snorts gruffly, shaking his head in amusement.

“You two have a good night,” Steve tells them, straightening up.

“You too, sweetie,” Joyce replies. “And if you boys need anything you come find me, okay?”

They nod and relay their thanks once more before Steve gives a little wiggle of his fingers as a parting wave, then turns to shove at Eddie’s shoulders until he starts to walk towards the hallway.

“I’m going, I’m going!” Eddie insists, but he lets himself be manhandled anyway.

Their room is the last door on the right, just like Joyce told them.

Eddie pushes inside first, immediately flicking the lights on. He spots their bags in the corner and beelines straight for them.

Steve, on the other hand, freezes in the doorway.

Because, oh. Oh.

There’s only one bed.

Which — Steve doesn’t know why this surprises him. This isn’t a hotel. It’s a guest room at a friend’s house. Of course it’s not going to have two beds in one room. He doesn’t know why he was expecting that.

But it’s — it’s fine. This is cool. He can share a bed for the night. He’s shared lots of beds in his day. There’s nothing different about this time.

Except that there is because he doesn’t have to share with just anybody. He has to share with Eddie.

Eddie, who hasn’t even batted an eye at the bed situation. Eddie, who seems cool as a cucumber about it. Eddie, who—

Who’s already shucked his shirt off and has his thumbs hooked into his sweats, about to tug those off too, and jesus fucking christ, Steve can’t do this. He cannot do this.

He clears his throat. “You know, uh, I’m gonna go ask Joyce if there’s, like, a blow up mattress or something,” Steve says, jerking a thumb over his shoulder.

Without waiting for a response, he starts to turn. But Eddie catches his wrist, stopping him before he can even take a step.

Steve pointedly does not look down at Eddie’s bare legs and his too small boxers that have little gremlin heads all over. (And, jesus, how the fuck does he make gremlin boxers fucking work? It’s not fair. It’s not fair at all.)

Eddie’s brows quirks up. His teeth practically glint and his eyes sparkle as he asks, “Scared of my cooties, Harrington?”

And it’s not exactly like Steve can snark back with a funny story, but quite the opposite, actually. So he settles for twisting his arm out of Eddie’s grasp and laughing it off.

“Ha ha, you’re hilarious,” he deadpans. “Bed just looks small is all,” he adds with a shrug.

Eddie watches him for a moment, then makes a face. “Aw, come on, Stevie, there’s enough room for both of us.”

That didn’t work. Steve tries again.

“Well if you sleep at all like you walk—” he flings his arms around and kicks his feet out all loosey goosey with each step he takes — “then I’d rather save myself the trouble. I bruise like a peach, Munson. A peach!”

Eddie barks out a laugh, like he genuinely thinks that’s funny, then he sways forward, further into Steve’s space.

Steve tries to take a subtle step back, but he bumps right into the dresser, trapped.

“You’re resilient,” Eddie says, tilting his head like a curious puppy. “Besides, if that’s what you’re so worried about — don’t be.”

“Oh yeah? Why not?” Steve asks, not nearly as challenging as he’d like to be.

Eddie leans in closer, grin sharp. “‘Cause I’m a cuddler.”

Then he’s gone from Steve’s space, just like that, dancing across the room to pick his side of the bed.

And Steve? Steve is screwed.

He makes quick work of changing into his own pajamas — or of removing his own clothes, since he too had opted for just his good ‘ol briefs to keep his modesty during the night. He wishes he’d had the forethought to wear boxers at the very least. His tighty whitey’s leave him feeling too exposed.

Steve tries not to dwell on it, though. (Because dwelling on his underwear just makes him think of Eddie’s underwear, and that is the last thing he needs right before he slips into bed with him.)

Eddie’s already beneath the covers, rolled onto his side and fidgeting as he tries to get comfortable.

Steve approaches the empty half of the bed — the right side, his usual side. Part of him wonders if Eddie knew that or if it was just a lucky guess. The other part of him wonders if maybe the left side is just Eddie’s usual side. If that means that they just fit.

What the hell, Steve, get a fucking grip, he tells himself, shaking his head clear.

He takes a moment to collect himself — the steel himself, as he reaches for the lamp light. It’ll be easier to climb into bed with the lights out. If he can’t see Eddie, then Eddie can’t see him, and that means there’s less of a chance of somehow embarrassing himself.

“Come on in, the water’s fiiiiine,” Eddie sing-songs, smacking his hand down onto the empty space beside him.

Steve huffs out a laugh, then turns out the light.

The room plunges into darkness, but it’s not pitch black. There’s too much residual glow from the moonlight outside seeping in through the window blinds, but it’s dark enough that it isn’t so daunting as Steve crawls into bed and slips under the sheets.

He lies flat on his back, folds his hands over his belly button, and wiggles his shoulders a little to settle into the pillow.

“Goodnight, Eddie,” Steve says.

He doesn’t close his eyes, though. How can he? He’s hyper aware of Eddie beside him, not touching but close enough that Steve can feel the warmth radiating off of his skin. He’s breathing softly, but it’s loud enough that it echoes through Steve’s ears.

Eddie doesn’t say anything back at first. But Steve can feel his eyes on him.

Then, “That’s it? ‘Goodnight’,” he mimics, dropping his voice to sound like Steve’s.

He squirms closer, and suddenly his knee is against the side of Steve’s thigh, his toes brushing Steve’s shin. Steve’s heart rate spikes.

“That’s how you’re sleeping?” Eddie asks, full of judgment.

Steve frowns. “Yeah,” he replies, the duh very much implied. (Not that there’s any bit of truth to that answer. He hadn’t exactly planned on getting any sleep tonight. This is just the easiest position to control himself in, that’s all.)

“On your back?” Eddie questions.

“Yeah,” Steve repeats. “Goodnight.”

Eddie scoffs. “Jesus, no wonder you never get enough sleep. People who sleep on their backs are monsters,” he jokes.

Steve ignores him.

Eddie leans in close. Pokes his finger into Steve’s arm. “You’re a monster, Stevie,” he whispers.

Unsatisfied with the lack of response, Eddie continues too.

“This isn’t a coffin, y’know,” Eddie teases, flopping onto his back and crossing his arms in an X over his chest. He sticks his tongue out of the side of his mouth too, playing dead.

Steve continues to ignore him.

Eddie rolls back onto his side, facing Steve. Somehow, he’s even closer. “You can get comfortable,” he says.

“I am comfortable,” Steve replies, finally breaking his silence.

“Bullshit,” Eddie objects. “You’re as stiff as a rock.” He prods Steve again as if to prove his point when he doesn’t budge. Then he curls his fingers around Steve’s bicep.

His touch lights every single nerve in Steve’s arm up, and he has to dig his nails into the backs of his hands to keep from doing something stupid, like pulling Eddie’s hand away from his arm so he can hold it instead.

“I’m not gonna bite, y’know,” Eddie says lightly. A second passes, and Steve can practically hear the smirk in his voice as he adds, “Unless you want me to.”

And it’s too much, jesus christ, it’s way too much.

“Could you just back off?” Steve finally snaps.

He regrets it instantly.

Eddie’s hand falls from his arm, like he’s the one that got burned, and the sheets rustle as he shrinks back into his own space. His knee disappears from Steve’s thigh, his toes leave his shin, and Steve suddenly feels cold.

“Okay, okay, sorry,” Eddie says, sobered. He sounds so small. “Didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

And Steve wants to cry because no, that is not it at all. He’s not uncomfortable, not even close, and he’s not upset either. He’s just… overwhelmed. But even that isn’t a bad thing. Eddie didn’t do anything wrong.

“Eddie,” Steve says, rolling onto his side to face Eddie. Eddie’s back is to him, though. Steve reaches out, but he doesn’t touch. He just lets his hand hover over Eddie’s back.

“That’s not it,” he tells him. “I’m not uncomfortable, I promise.”

Eddie makes a noise, sort of like a scoff. Like he doesn’t believe him. “Sure,” he says.

“I’m not!” Steve insists and he flattens his palm to Eddie’s skin. Bends his fingers over the curve of Eddie’s shoulder.

“Then what is it?” Eddie asks, turning over. The movement shakes Steve’s hand off. “What’s your deal, Steve?”

Steve winces at the way he says his name. It doesn’t sound very nice. Not the way it usually does when Eddie says it. God, he’s fucked this up so bad.

Why couldn’t he just chill the fuck out and share the bed like a normal person? Why did he have to ruin everything?

There’s only one way to fix this, though. There’s only one way, and Steve has to do it.

“I want it too much.”

“What?”

Steve squeezes his eyes shut. “I want it too much,” he repeats.

There’s a beat, a totally silent, totally nervwracking beat. And then… the mattress shifts. Eddie’s knee presses into his thigh again. His knuckles graze against Steve’s where his hand lies atop the pillow between them.

“Want… what, exactly?” Eddie asks slowly, and he’s close enough now that Steve can feel his breath ghosting against his face.

Steve opens his eyes, and Eddie’s there, he’s right there, with his big, round eyes. With his parted lips. With this naked vulnerability laying his face bare.

Steve swallows. Lets out a shaky exhale.

“You.”

Eddie sucks in a sharp breath.

“Me?” He whispers.

Steve nods. “You,” he repeats, putting everything behind that one word.

Eddie makes a choked noise, and Steve has zero point five seconds to start to panic before Eddie’s hands fly up to grab either side of his face, squishing his cheeks almost painfully, and he practically throws himself on top of Steve as he tackles him into the pillow and catches his mouth in a kiss.

It’s messy; Eddie sort of misses Steve’s mouth at first, accidentally nails more of his chin than his lips, and when he does finally find those, their teeth end up clacking from the force of their smiles that keep trying to break through. They end up doing more laughing into each other’s mouths than kissing at first, but then Steve slides his hands up Eddie’s back, and Eddie’s gasps into his mouth and Steve takes the chance to fit their lips together properly. To kiss and to kiss and to kiss.

When they break apart seconds, minutes, hours — who even knows? — later, Steve feels like he’s floating on air.

“Jesus christ,” Eddie laughs beside him as he rolls off of Steve to flop back against his own pillow. He doesn’t let go of Steve’s hand.

“You want me. You want me. You want me,” Eddie repeats, laughing delightedly again.

Steve twists towards Eddie, wriggling into his space. “And you want me too,” he says.

Eddie nods, cupping Steve’s jaw again. “There’s nothin’ I want more, Stevie.”

Steve ducks in for another kiss — he can’t help himself. It’s short, and it’s sweet, but it’s everything to him.

He makes a mental note to get up early tomorrow to cook Joyce a great big breakfast. Maybe swing by her favorite little local cafe for some coffee and find a nice bouquet of flowers somewhere too. He’s got to thank her somehow — it’s her house, her home, afterall, that gave him the nudge he needed. That gave him Eddie.

When Steve finally falls asleep that night, it’s with Eddie starfished against his back, legs tangled with his beneath the covers, arms secure around Steve’s waist, and nose tucked into the crook of his neck.

He’s definitely a cuddler.

But so is Steve.

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TBB s3 ep4 Thoughts!!!

Oooohh starting off strong

Omega immediately wanting to go back because “it’s right”

Crosshair wanting to keep moving, not because he’s scared of going back but because he understands that he can’t help anyone if he’s dead

Ah there he is. The bitch. The Hemcock.

I wanna say Nala Sa deserves to be in prison but idk I’m starting to feel for her

Pretty sure she won’t survive the season though

IM SORRY THAT SHOT WHERE THE COAT IS HANGING OVER THAT POWER LINE???

is that,,,, a reference to yanno,,, shoes hanging from a power line?

hahahahahahah poncho stormtroopers

“You’re the one who wanted to bring… the hound.”

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH

YOUR HONOUR I LOVE THEM

best duo this show has given us

If Hunter was the hesitant but willing dad, Crosshair is the exasperated older brother that was forced to bring his younger sister to the party he was invited to an now has to spent all night watching her

Ey not cool Omega. Someone was using that jacket to advertise their business

“See, isn’t this better?” “No.” “Ugh.”

HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHA

“I could take out half of them before they even know what happened” 😳😳

Yeah, I believe you sir

Damn fuck how many more clone crushes will I have to be burdened with

Jesus Christ

“That went well” “Stow it”

THEM

YOUR HONOUR

THEM!!!

Scottish Robot ahhahahahahaha

Say what you will about Crosshair, when that dude sat down across from Omega he was ready for a FIGHT

big ol’ softie <3

“You or your dad”

Glad Hunter wasn’t there to hear that

Or Crosshair for that matter

Both would’ve blown their cover

Tbh Crosshair makes a fair point about leaving while they can. The planet is filled with Empirials and they are running out of time

But he also hasn’t been part of a team in a while and maybe he’s forgotten some of what that entails too

Either way, loving how “selfless” and “selfish” are meeting in this ep

“I’ll do it your way BUT I WOULD LIKE THE RECORD TO REFECT THAT I DONT WIKE IT!”

Crosshair giving Omega a boost to get over the wall I’m crying

“Shouldn’t we free the other animals too?” “Don’t push it.”

HE IS MY SOULMATE (based on sarcasm. I am vegetarian and I would free those animal friendos in a heartbeat)

The extra head shake and eye roll at that question too, he is already so done I can’t hahahahahahahah

“I hope your take-offs are better than your landings” “we’re about to find out”

Aaaaaaand that just reminded me that Tech was the one who taught her to fly

🥲🥲🥲🥲

That fucking shriek when the stormtrooper got blasted by the engine hahahahahaha

Ohohoh altered batch theme after take off? Okayokayokay I see you👀

Jesus Christ, Crosshair trying to prepare Omega for the very real possibility that Hunter and Wrecker are dead?

Like I know it seems cruel and defeatist but it’s actually kind in a way

Managing expectations in order to save her from a worse fall out

FUCK I THOUGHT I’D HAVE TO WAIT TILL NEXT EPISODE FOR THEM REUNION

JESUS

AAAAAAHHHHH

“We crossed the galaxy four times looking for you”

SIR

I AM QUACKING

why did Hunter’s appearance suddenly piss me off

Like Wrecker had a cute line and Hunter had to walk up like

“Um, five actually”

Like idk it felt like he was taking over the moment (which makes sense because he’s her dad but still it just sounded awkward)

EXCUSE ME??? I BEG YOUR BIGGEST PARDON??

Omega just explained that she only got off that planet AND survived so far thanks to Crosshair and all they can do is look all bitchy butt-hurt

Like I expected this from Hunter but why isn’t Wrecker hugging him?

Bc they went looking for Cross before, I thought we were past the straight up hate?

Love how stoically Cross is taking it though

I have to admit, so far this is one of my all time favourites. The comedic timing, the very real story line, the confrontation of previously opposed characters? Wonderful. But the pièce de résistance? Crosshair’s character description rings true again. “Severe and unyielding” Tech had said. I’ve rambled about this a lot recently, but the boiled down version is that when Crosshair commits to something, he commits all the way. Like how he committed to the Empire so hard that he hunted down his brothers. Or when he finally decided the Empire was a bunch of shitbags and shot officer shitbag (I forget his name) in the face. He has now decided to commit to Omega, for whatever reason. And it shows. Because even when she tells him to go, he’s literally only a minute behind her. He lets her employ her own strategies despite his preference and experience. He’s ready to beat up Captain Dickhead (did they even give him a name?) for sitting down across from her. He tells her to get into the ship first while he lays down cover fire.

Crosshair’s next “severe and unyielding” decision is Omega’s safety. And I couldn’t be more excited to see where it goes!

AND I cannot believe how much I suddenly like his character. I was so disinterested in him for like s1 and maybe 90% of s2 but now I am more interested in what becomes of him than I am in what the deal is with Omega’s M-count.

I’m saying it now. These seasons hyper focuses are: Rex, Echo and Crosshair (in that order) (for now, we’ll see)

Thanks to everyone who sat through that, have a good day/night/whatever, friend!

#THIS EPISODE #HOOOOOO BOY #gah this was good #honestly made me so happy #I am hanging out with people all day today but if that wasn’t the case there probably would be a new chapter of when we bleed today as wel #but you can’t have everything I guess #star wars #the bad batch #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #sw tbb #tbb #tbb s3 #tbb s3 spoilers #tbb spoilers

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