#one of them kept rolling so badly and I was like ok let me roll. and her first stat i rolled fucking 5…

[jorvikzelda]

im SOOOOO grateful my dnd party isn’t bigger actually wtf .

#the struggle when 1 of you works office hours and the other 3 work SO irregularly #planning was getting so messy we had to make an excel sheet for who’s available when 😭 #by we I mean I. I made an excel sheet. It was fun though. I willingly did it. #see also our planning session. i was thinking character creation would be quick. no. we spent 6 hours. #i was like. it’s only 3 ppl it’s FINE #but turns out when you have to be looking up rules for spells and shit as you go + the players don’t know how to roll for their stats it uh. #Gets a lot messier and more complicated. #Rolling for stats is SO bad to explain. Have you ever tried to explain that to a complete beginner? Don’t. Use the stat block. #Also i did the thing where if their modifiers totaled to less than +2 they get to re roll #nd that meant A LOT of math and A LOT OF REROLLING #also I made them reroll if they were TOO op (one player rolled like 3 15s and a 14…) which also happened unbelievably many times #one of them kept rolling so badly and I was like ok let me roll. and her first stat i rolled fucking 5… #(total modifier sum was like. negative so we scratched that lmfao) #I might change the way I work w stats next character creation session bc it felt like a veeeery flawed way to go about things #But hey at least they got the hang of rolling for stats :D #z talks #not horse game

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝐅𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 • 𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞

𝑆𝑈𝑀𝑀𝐴𝑅𝑌: {Smut Request}You’re about to go to bed. Kylian is needy, but you’re a little apprehensive because you’re on your period. Kylian doesn’t mind, and he convinces you into having raw period sex. There’s a first time for everything.

The day was finally to end, you couldn’t be more excited. You laid in bed, nose deep in your book as you waited for kylian to come out into the bedroom.

Since your back was to the door, you heard Kylian walk into the room rather than see him. You felt the bed dip behind you singling that kylian has finally got in it. You shut your book placing it on the nightstand.

You were about to say something to kylian, but your words were stolen when you felt his soft lips on your neck.

“Need you, mi amor.” His hands snaked around your body to under your shirt. You felt him squeeze your boobs. You squeezed your legs together as you felt yourself pulse from his touch.

You so badly wanted kylian to fuck you senseless, but unfortunately you had started your period a few days ago which meant you were bleeding a lot.

“kylian I can’t.”

His kissing didn’t stop on your neck.

“I’m on my period.”

Kylian stops, “I don’t care.” He whispered into your ear sending shivers down your spine. “I can still fuck you.”

“kylian that’s messy.”

You felt kylian chuckle against your neck. “We have a shower..”

You turn your head looking into his brown eyes. He raised his eyebrows at you hoping you would take up his offer.

You laughed. “Ok fine.” You pull the blanket off getting out of bed. Kylian does the same, racing to the bathroom to turn on the shower.

You laughed as you walk into the bathroom. One by one you pull off your clothes, tossing them on the floor, until you were bare you slip under the water letting it engulf you.

Kylian wasn’t far behind. After taking off his sweats he slip in to the shower. The moment the shower door closed his lips were on yours.

A moan escaped your throat as kylian hands grabs your waist. You could feel his boner against your lower stomach.

Your hand guided down kylian lower ab slowly, and stopped just above his cock. Kylian grunted making you smirk against his lips.

Kylian pulled away from your lips, His hand wraps lightly around your neck as he spoke. “You’re a fucking tease. Turn around.”

You turn around like kylian said, now facing the shower door that was already fogging up.

Kylian hand goes back to your waist. He pulls your ass up against his crotch. A wicked grin graced your face as You intentionally grind against him.

“Ky, I thought you wanted to fuck me so bad. What’s taking you so long?”

You turned your head looking over your shoulder at him.

“you’re so impatient.” He says with an eye roll.

Kylian takes his cock in his hand. He places the tip at your hole for a second, then pushing into your tight cunt slowly so he can savor the feeling of him stretching you.

“Fuck.” You moan, hands pressing up against the glass as he got deeper in you.

His grip on your waist was tight as he hissed. Kylian pulled out of you before driving back into you.

The sound of your moan fills the shower up right along with the sound of your skin meeting. Kylian kept plunging into you. You felt heavenly making him throw his head back and grunt.

“Fuck! Cette chatte est incroyable!” (this pussy is amazing.)

You had no idea what he just said. Partially because you didn’t understand french and the other part because he was fucking you so good.

The head of his cock brushed over your g spot now making you whine.

“Kylian.. shit, baby, don’t stop.”

“Yeah you’re going to cum Ma fille?” kylian let go of your waist with one hand and brings it to your clit. He draws circles over it.

“jouis pour moi jolie fille. Je veux t'entendre. Jouis sur ma bite." (cum for me pretty girl. I wanna hear you. Cum on my cock)

A gasped followed by a moan left your mouth as you came. You tried your best to keep yourself up against the shower door as kylian keep thrusting in and out of you.

He didn’t stop until he shoot his load into you with a heavy pant. "Putain, mon amour.”

You and Kylian took a moment to catch your breaths.

When you were both ready, kylian pulled out of you. You whimpered at the lost contact.

You and kylian stayed in the sho washing off. When finished, you both slipped out and put on some fresh sleeping clothes.

The clock read 12am when you slipped under the blanket again, getting cozy against kylian. “I had a fun night.” You mumbled. Your eyes were shut since sleep was taking over you.

Kylian chest rumbled as he chuckled. “I know.”

“Maybe we can do that again tomorrow.”

“Maybe. Now get some sleep Amour.”

--

My writing is getting so bad. Sorry if this sucks, I got brain fog

Also I got my Masterlist finished. Just going to write a couple more request

#kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe smut #kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe fluff #kylian mbappe fanfiction

[aconflagrationofmyown]

but then…Gigi

a future forward one shot, circa 1979

Snuggle me Tender

Trust me I laughed and cringed every bit as hard as you over that title but after the strain of pushing this mushiness out of my brain in under twelve hours I haven’t got any sensible titles left in me, ok?

Requested: Yes / No

Warnings: next to none? complete fluff and no rancidity for once, just Big Daddy Elvis with a very young baby and a very young wife and tour life and mentions of his health concerns…so much baby talk which I do not apologize for, if you’ve never done it I suggest you do, it adds years to your life. To quote Alex Turner: “I’ve been feelin’ foolish, you should try it.”

Word count: 2,884 is my version of a blurb, ok?

Notes: this is dedicated to my baby Bri whose devastating prompts lead to this whole Gigi endeavor and whose sweetness lightens up my life

Blaring horns end the set with its iconic flourish, their brassy notes echoing in his ears as he exits. It was a good show, a lively audience and Ronnie kept the rhythm together this time and even the sound system was decent for such a packed out stadium. Elvis is satisfied as he takes his final farewell of the sea of glossy, enamored faces, the frenzied send off of their ovation thudding into his veins so thickly he thinks his pulse will jump straight outta his wrists.

He flicks his writs irritably and hooks his thumbs into his belt, hoisting it just that little bit from where his exertions made it creep down and down and ever down, keeping it where it’s not pinching him as he lets the boys hustle him off the stage and into the back hallways in a well worn maneuver. The clapping and roar of the crowd is still deafening and he’s still attuned to it, vibrating like a leaf and the shake, rattle and roll of it pounds along with his chest and more worrisome still is the way his vision flickers with it, like some damn techno scene. But it’s just the fluorescents, and this interminable hallway leading to his dressing room.

And to his girls.

He takes a deep breath and tries to begin the effort of steadying himself just a little before foisting himself on them. It’s easier, so much easier, with them here, but his blood pressure still skyrockets each time he performs and it doesn’t seem like there’s a pill or a regimen out there to prevent it. It might be the death of him one day and awhile back he might have flippantly hoped so.

Now he’s got his girls to live for

and he tries his hardest to moderate himself, to temper himself in between to be the man he wants so badly to learn he is, not just the icon he’s perceived to be. Every step takes him closer to the anecdote and he breathes easier, hiking his belt higher so he can really gulp in those belly expanding breaths and he feels Charlie patting his back, his boys murmuring in an affirmative babble that it was a good show.

Elvis knows it was. He doesn’t need them to tell him. There’s only one persons opinion he gives a shit about right now and she’s probably conked out asleep or at the tit. Both of which sound like damn good options to mimic, in Elvis’ opinion.

Little Miss Erin Love Presley.

She’s become his life and between her and Gigi and Yissa he is bombarded with the insistence that he is wanted to the point that he’s gradually had to assume that, well…that he is -wanted, that is.

He’s wanted. Not just needed.

And so he allows them to fret over his pulse and he agrees to less stimulants when possible and he endeavors to be a more cheerful bastard despite the persistent urge to bite heads off most days.

Ricky jogs ahead of him, opens the door that Sam’s been standing in front of and ushers Elvis inside hurriedly before closing the door behind him, leaving him alone with his little family. Nearly blinded by the change in lighting, Elvis staggers towards where he knows there's a couch in the gloomy dressing room Gigi so considerately dimmed for his sake.

“You were magnificent, daddy!” her soft praise registers more profoundly than all the applause out there and Elvis sinks into the couch utterly spent, yet entirely satisfied.

“Thanks darlin’.” He murmurs with his head tilted back, winded and a thousand miles away but he’s trying to come back down. His hand reaches out for her hip and the give of her soft flesh tethers him to earth.

Gigi doesn’t skip a beat before she’s bending down and unclamping the large buckle from his belly single-handedly with practiced ease, delighting in the relieved groan Elvis lets out as she removes the heavy ornament. She swings it away from him only to replace it with the soft weight of their baby girl.

“I’ll get your medicines, you hold tight.” Gigi soothes, her hand lovingly pushing his hair back from off his damp forehead before she bends to kiss it and he chases her wearily for a taste of her lips which she presses to his ardently before pulling away to go find his pills.

Baby girl is perched on his belly in her tiny sequined onesie, balancing like a Pilates teacher on a ball, her wobbly little neck doing its utmost to stay straight and fix him with her appealing stare. It’s devastatingly effective when paired with her pitifully frustrated little squeaks.

Elvis knows what Lovey wants and a few months ago he might’ve been appalled at the notion of it despite being an utter sap for his daughter. It had seemed too gross to subject her to the post-show sweat and musk that cling to him in moments like these. But like her mommy, the little girl wouldn’t take less than the deepest of intimacies and so he has learned that Lovey will continue her fussing until she feels the warmth of his skin beneath her.

The tiny wrist golden chain around her wrist jangles as she tries to pull herself up the ornate expanse of his jumpsuit front, clawing determinedly up the exquisite sundial motif towards the heaving expanse of his sweaty chest. ‘Return if found’ her bracelet reads and Elvis smirks at the notion of her being put down long enough by either of her parents to be misplaced.

“Hey cuddle bug, hey how’s it goin’, hmm?” he coos to her and finds his voice is fried and gravelly.

Without having to even reach he finds Gigi pressing a plastic cup into his hand that he ravenously accepts along with blood pressure regulators she presses into his palm, small and round and white. He throws them back with exhausted gusto and his baby nearly wobbles backwards in her arc to follow his movements with her big ole baby head.

They made a pretty baby, he and Gigi, how could they not? -but even the prettiest of babies have bowling balls for heads compared to the rest of their body and it still tickles Elvis immensely. He wheezes a laugh into the last of the water while catching her head with his other hand and crushes the cup with something bordering a burp and a groan.

Lovey’s bright little eyes expand just a fraction more at the vibrations against her belly. “ ‘scuse me, miss.” he teases, eyes still wavering blearily as he tries to focus on Gigi rummaging for something at the far end of the dim room. The water makes him feel at least partially alive again and he runs his hand beneath his nose to catch the sweat and what all that is collecting atop his lip.

Heaving in a big breath he feels his hands calm their shakes enough he looks down at Lovey’s valiant attempts to reach the apex of his unzipped suit, clammy baby hands snagging the hair on his belly and tugging. He’s gonna have bald patches down there at this rate, he’s told Gigi this and she just lathers more hippy oil on him and says he’ll be alright -so he guesses he will be.

“Look at you baby, so strong, yes you is, fightin’ gravity like a champ, got yo’self halfway up the sun, yes you has. Want daddy to help ya? Hmm? Yeah? You want a kiss, don’t ya? Me too, I want kisses from my bestest girl.”

He hooks his thumbs beneath the giving flesh of Lovey’s armpits and pulls the floppy length of her higher till she’s balanced on his broad chest, in between his gaping jumpsuit front, watching as she crows and grins the minute she feels his tacky skin beneath her palms. The swell of his belly keeps her high up and her little elbows dig into his soft chest, it’s a well worn ritual to spend her “belly time” on his chest, fascinated by her daddy’s face. It holds her interest more than any gaudy toy or tv show ever could.

Elvis pats her bottom gently with his ringed hand, careful not to pinch her delicate thighs as Lovey kicks and shudders in delight at getting her way. She’s a little masochist, his baby, she drools and coos even as she grips significant portions of his chest hair and tugs in glee as if it’s her own personal shag carpeting to aid her towards scooting up that last little bit needed for her to kiss him on the chin.

“Das it, das it almost there, gonna give daddy a kissy? Gonna gimme kissies? I wan’ ‘em so bad, yes I do!” Elvis pickers his lips and she strains every ounce of her little self to grab ahold of his sideburns. It’s all over then, Lovey is triumphant in her grip, a pack of wild horses can’t tear anythin’ that baby has once she’s grabbed ahold of it. With a gurgly little crow she scoots herself up till she’s able to devour his chin.

She’s quite coordinated when preening her angelic little face up to receive a kiss but upon dishing them out she goes about it like a starved man would a set of pork ribs, open mouthed and with the goal to slobber as much as possible on the recipient. Elvis can’t bear to turn her away ever and in his after-show state of permanent dampness he doesn’t even think twice as a sloppy, gummy and fervent baby adds to the sweat rolling down his throat.

“Fank you.” he murmurs, tilting his head to facilitate her attack, “Fank you so much, ooh, I love your kisses, ya know that? Favorite kisses in the world, yes ‘dey are! Better than any of those out there, Mhmm, way better. Yes, yes better gimmer another -aww thank ya!”

Gigi watches from the side as she finishes her breast pumping by the dimmed vanity as Elvis puckers his cherub lips and pecks at their baby’s matching glossy pink pair. In this moment with their bobbing heads and tender coos and the nearly identical soft forms of them both slouching in their matching jumpsuits -they could be twins. The thought makes her smile and right in this moment there’s a belonging she feels so strongly and richly that her eyes burn with it.

“I thought it went pretty well, mhmm, what’d ya think about the new song, hmm?” he always does this, consults Lovey’s side-of-stage perspective on his show and he swears to Gigi that her feedback is essential for the success of what has been a certainly well received comeback tour. “Yeah I thought so too, ‘could tinker with those background vocals but the bass was tight. Yeah, yeah man, I know, I told ‘em, but they don’t listen, no dey don’t! I know! I know I told ‘em! Can ya believe that, Lovey? Oh well.”

With each of his heavy breaths and remonstrances Elvis’ chest heaves and sends Lovey tilting further and further up to his face till she’s careening alarmingly into the crease of his neck, wedged between it and the couch back. The tip of her tiny body makes Elvis die laughing with a fit of those genuine, hiccuping laughs that their baby loves to mimic until they both end up dry coughing from their mirthful wheezes. He gets them both situated again, Lovey firmly back on the safe expanse of his tacky chest with his hands criss crossed over her tiny back. One of his hands can span the entire width of her little ribcage and folded over each other as his hands are now, they looks like a bejeweled turtle shell sheltering their Lovey’s delicate back.

Gigi packs up her kit and rummages through her sack for Elvis’ glasses before they’re needed for the camera-flash-lit trek back to the hotel.

Lovey lets out a vigorous yawn, suddenly utterly tuckered out from watching her daddy perform and waiting up to kiss him backstage. It catches Elvis’ attention and yet again he’s amazed by the fact he feels even remotely weary himself, like he’s able to tap into his girl’s calmer systems and regulate his own just a little to match them. Not so much a family as a trinity of souls so intertwined they’ve long since lost where one ends and the other begins.

“You sleepy, hmm?” Elvis hums to her and strokes over her head soothingly, “How bout we go back to that nice hotel then, we can eat somethin’ and yer mommy’ll call up Yissa to say goodnight. How’s that sound, hmm?”

Lovey rubs her face into his chest to emphasize how much she needs this sleep plan to be enacted speedily, the tired rub backfiring as his chest hairs tickle her sensitive little nose. Without fail it makes her sneeze violently and afterwards she’ll gaze up him dazedly as if asking for explanation as to her own bodily functions.

“Hutchooo, bwess you.” he thumbs at her sloberdy chin. “Dat was a big one, wasn’t it? Mhmm, daddy’s sorry he’s so fuzzy. Don’t got that problem when ya snugglin’ wif mommy, do ya? Nu-uh, smooth as marble, that pretty girl, ain’t she? Mhmm.” he ponders Gigi’s loveliness with a dreamy look of appreciation and his baby resignedly lays her head in the sweaty thatch of chest hair, wadding it away from her face with a tiny fist, Elvis stares over her head at Gigi who he knows has been playing at being busy to let him wind down.

They share a knowing little smile and Gigi shoves off from her perch on the vanity and clip clops over to him in her strappy heels, bending at the waist and offering him a lovely view down the neck of her dress as she gently fits his tinted glasses on his face. “There, all set.” she murmurs fondly while fiddling with his hair, dabbing at the mess of sweat and drool that the now sleeping baby has left in her wake.

Ricky cracks open the heavy metal door with great care but it’s not enough care to please Elvis who barks

“Gently, for God’s sake, there’s a baby sleepin’ in here!”

and Gigi smirks as she herself gets manhandled by her new husband to sit beside his bulky manspread, for no other reason perhaps than to keep her ass pointed away from Ricky. Gigi suspects that Elvis likes to bark at his traumatized entourage just because he enjoys getting to cite the baby’s needs. He has a baby again, and it’s turned him into more of a bear than a man on this tour. That thought makes Gigi sigh dreamily and she lays her head on Elvis’ shoulder and watches as Lovey’s sleeping breaths stay even and calm despite his outburst, utterly secure in her daddy’s love.

Gigi gets her thigh patted in recognition and she shudders as always from that promising touch, feeling how torn he is between winding down or thrumming off into the astral sphere. Only once they’re in the hotel and snug in the white sheets with Yissa on the phone will she know which way the night will go.

“Car’s all set.” Jerry quietly delivers the message that Ricky fled before he could finish delivering.

“Thanks man.” Elvis nods and after exchanging a look with Gigi asks her, “Ya ready, baby girl?”

“Yes.” she nods and gives him her arm as an aid to heft himself out of his burrow in the couch, his one arm still occupied cradling Lovey to his chest.

Gigi helps him drape his coat around his shoulders, flapping around him like one of his capes, allowing him to pull it over Lovey’s face in the ensuing glare of the photographer’s flashes as they speed down the hallways and into the parking lot, hand in hand.

Lovey is used to the racket, the screams and the pounding of an audience a natural backtrack to her young life. Nevertheless, Elvis moves gingerly, stays calculated in his movements lest he jostle her as he follows Gigi into the car, scooting into his seat as methodically as possible, his exhausted thighs quivering from this last ounce of endurance demanded of them. He succeeds though, Lovey still snoozing and drooling onto his chest by the time the Limo door shuts and they’re off in a streak of light and motion against the night sky.

He can feel Gigi slip her smaller hand into his own on the seat between them, tugging until he surfaces from his trance and turns his face towards her with a relieved sigh to find her always there beside him when he needs it.

“You alright, daddy?” she checks in with him and he watches as her features, so lovingly crafted by a generous God to make her appear young enough to be his baby much less have one herself, are gently lit by the occasional street lamp glowing into their speeding haven.

“Yeah darlin.” Elvis rumbles from deep in his chest, rubbing the back of his knuckles against her soft cheek, watching as Gigi leans into his affections as eagerly as that first night they met, “Never been better. I mean it, gonna need to make this the order of business. You and Lovey waitin’ for me, end of show -I could go on forever like this.”

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18+ // implied group sex // smidge of Toji x Satoru wc 1500 chapters m.list <- previous // next ->

Toji talking about how he used to go out and get laid with Toru to get over his ex!

You stir when light dapples through the curtains, feeling Toji’s breath against your forehead. He’s stroking your hair and kissing you as you wake, his deep, morning voice finding your ears.

You groan and curl up into his muscular body, wanting to disappear into nothing as your hangover sends pain through your little body. “You ok down there?” Toji mutters as you bury your face into his chest. “Mm… my head,” you manage to grumble.

You both get showered and dressed and Toji helps you vaguely recount the events of the evening, you remember most of it but he fills in a few gaps. He strangely kept tabs on how much you were drinking and seems slightly disappointed in your tolerance for alcohol, “You really didn't have that much,” he teases you.

You try to make him explain why he wasn’t even drunk, leading to him giving a vague response, “my body’s just different,” which seems obvious to you– you’ve never met anyone built like him.

But he sees the confused look on your face and changes the subject, “So, let me make you some breakfast and get you back to normal. You can't be groggy all day, sweet.” He mocks you and strokes your head softly.

He makes you both some breakfast, French toast with fruit, and you enjoy it together while sitting on the same chair he fucked you on last night.

“Don’t worry, I wiped it clean,” he gives you a grin, watching you squirm as you sit down, making you blush pink.

“So, what did you think of our little moment with Toru last night?” He asks, popping a strawberry into his mouth.

You nibble on your toast and think about the great sex you had with your lovely Toji, and with Satoru joining. “It was really nice,” you start, “Satoru was… really hot,” you finish quietly, your blush spreading.

“Uh huh? And you remember what we asked you after?” Toji encourages you with a smile. “Yes…” you roll your eyes, of course he has to be this blunt about it, “But first, can you tell me why you didn’t freak out?” You ask, sounding surprised, “You’re usually sooo possessive!”

“I’m not that bad, am I?” he asks with a frown.

“It’s not a bad thing. I just get the feeling that you don’t like other men looking at me, let alone touching me, or cumming on me…” you trail off, thinking about last night.

“Satoru is the only one… who is allowed to go near you, besides me.” He states sternly, giving you an intense look over the counter.

“See!” you return a cheeky smile, your point proven immediately, “You are possessive!” you giggle, making him furrow his eyebrows further. “But I like it. It makes me feel safe… and loved,” you add.

“You’re safe with me, and I do love you, so much,” his expression turns soft, giving you a little smile, “and with Toru… we’ve had, uh, experiences before,” Toji mutters, looking down at his nearly empty plate.

Your eyebrows fly up and you can’t help your lips parting in a surprised smile. Your mind races, thinking that Toji’s going to say he’s bi or something, or maybe he’s had sex with his gorgeous friend?

“W-what kind of experiences?” You manage to stumble out, curiosity taking over.

“Ah…” Toji brings a large hand to his forehead, massaging his temples, “when I was sleeping around, Toru would often come out to the bars and clubs with me, we’d end up in the same hotel room, with a few girls, you know…” he trails off, feeling embarrassed. You lean over the table as you pop the last few blueberries in your mouth.

“You need to hear any more?” he asks with a sigh. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” you smile and take your plates to the sink, washing them up.

“I just don't want you to think badly of me…” he murmurs in your ear as he stands behind you, his arms closing around your waist. He can tell you’re curious and you just want to clarify the relationship between him and Satoru.

You nod and follow him to the living room where he sits you on the sofa and plants himself opposite on the coffee table.

After giving you several warnings that you might not want to hear it, and that the details of his seedy past could change your opinion of him, you eventually get him to start talking.

“We’d go out and hook up with… multiple people,” he trusts you not to judge him at this point, but he still sounds a little tense, “one night we took turns fucking the same girl, another night we’d have five or six girls with us in our room.”

“That many?” You whisper as he just rolls his eyes with a sigh, “A lot of my one night stands were just with women, but I fucked around a lot with Toru, we just got double the attention if we went out together…” he rubs his forehead again.

“I’m sure you did,” you smile sweetly at your handsome man, getting a little hot just imagining the striking pair stepping into clubs and bars, all cocky and drunk and horny, ready for some trouble.

“And one night we were with these two girls…” his voice breaks you from your imaginary world, “we were asking them to do all sorts of stuff for us, like fucking perverts,” he covers his face fully, recalling the details, “but they wouldn’t budge. They said they’d do it if we did… me and Toru.” He looks up at you again.

“So…? What did they ask you to do?” You ask, trying not to smile.

“We made out, they did the same. We wanted to see them fingering each other,” he continues with a groan, “so we gave each other hand jobs. And we wanted one girl to… go down on her friend.” He pauses.

“Satoru straight up refused to suck my dick,” he laughs out of embarrassment as you nod and giggle, thinking Satoru made the right choice.

“But I was such a horny fuck and clearly couldn’t live without seeing this girl eat out her friend… so I straight up pinned him down and begged to suck him off.” He mutters out the last part. Your eyes widen. You knew he would’ve sucked his friend off, but you’re so surprised to hear that he begged for him. “I know. It’s so fucking stupid.” He mutters again.

“Toru said yes, so I sucked him… I even fucking swallowed, just to impress these girls,” he laughs again, scratching the back of his head, “so they followed suit and I got what I wanted. And we fucked them, me and him were making out and fucking around all night,” he admits.

“He couldn’t look at me straight the next day…” he chuckles softly, “but I was just getting so wrapped up in trying to get over her… it was damaging my friendships.”

You feel your heart twist up, finally hearing him mention his ex again. He's only spoken about her once before, when you were prying about his son. You know and respect that he wants to keep the details to himself.

“Toru obviously stuck around, but last night it just reminded me of when we used to go out together… it just feels like second nature with me and him, you know.” He lets out a deep sigh.

“But if you’re not interested it can just be a one time thing, ok?” He asks.

You’re left stunned for a moment, taking in everything he just told you, until you find your senses again.

“I would really like to have…” you hesitate, feeling shy, “a threesome, with you and Satoru. I’ve never done anything like that before,” you admit, bowing your head down away from his intense gaze.

“You… have never had a threesome?” Toji asks, surprised. I guess that kind of thing was so common for him it sounds funny that someone like you hasn’t tried it.

You shake your head. “Right, ok, well maybe for your first time we should go a bit easy on you, we can’t both have you in one night…” he murmurs, tracing his fingers over your lips.

You look into his green eyes as he tilts your head back up, “But I only love you, Toji.”

“I know, doll. I love you too. Toru would just be involved… sexually. He’ll look after you.” He leans over and kisses your soft lips.

“Thanks for telling, anyway,” you mutter as he joins you on the sofa, stroking your thighs.

up next: hot date [I]

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[juneaulime]

Zombie!König x FEM!Reader

Pairing: Zombie!König x FEM!Reader

Tags: Primal König, Choking, Biting, Blood, Rough Sex, Not Beta Read.

Notes: Little German like Schatz and stuff, but nothing much, I'm not going to Google translate and get badly translated phrase. I'll spare the cringe for the Germans reader. Anyway, enjoy, I tried my best.

P.S. I still don't know how male anatomy work, lmao.

König turned into a zombie. Y/n found out and decided to hide it from the other members of KorTac. But, she couldn't hide him forever, so she told them. She told them everything and to trust her. Since then, König's been under her care. He began speaking again, though in a very broken English, he also started eating "normal" food, like snacks and processed meat, he still struggled with vegetable and cooked meat. But, he was good enough to be left alone for long times. So, y/n left for a mission that lasted 4 month. She thought it would be no big deal.

She came home, unusually dark and cold. She smelled König's scent, the scent of rotten meat mixed with soap. Weird combination but tollerable. She took off her gear and shoes, putting her backpack on the sofa. "König?" She calls out, then she hears big stomps, like he's dashing here. She chuckles and then turn around to face König, something about him looked primal. His eyes were blown wide and his breath was erratic. "Me... You... Sex" what? She looks at König confused "What- König, what do you mean by-" before she could finish her phrase König takes her wrist and pins her down on to the sofa, restricting her with his massive body, and a very noticeable bulge in his pants.

"Schatz... Sex... Now!" His to e was different from the first time, this time he sounded... Primal, and... Commanding. She puts a hand on his chest as a way to symbolize that she was not up to it. "König, listen. We can't... You'll break me." Her voice trembled when she said "break me", but as soon those words left her mouth something snapped in König, his grip tightened on her wrist and he was drooling now and growling. "Y/n... Please... Sex?" He said now begging and rubbing his erection on her stomach, she swallows her spit and gives up. She caresses his masked face "Okay... Fine. You win. Try to be nice, ok?" He nods excitedly. He takes off her shirt and pants, struggles with her bra which she helps him out with it.

There she was, laid bare and naked in front of König. He takes off his mask and tries to kiss her, but due to the lack of his lips he struggles a bit, but she understood and guides his mouth open and intertwine their tongues. He felt cold, compared to her she was warm, he could still feel it a bit on his fingertips. He traces her spine and trails down to her neck and collarbone, leaving small kisses and licks. He stops and looks at her with pleading eyes, she nods and he opens his mouth and bites her neck. She lets out a pained moan, which scares König for a minute, he looks back up, and she just nods again. He holds her hand, and rips his pants off of him, he lines up against her wet pussy. He looks up one last time and she nods again, maybe for the last time.

He takes a deep breath and pushes himself inside of her, immediately a wave of heat against his dick and the wetness, he let's out a satisfied groan. The caresses her face and starts moving with a steady pace. Little by little he gets faster and faster then he hits her cervix. She let's out a loud moan and her eyes rolling back into her skull. Her mouth hanged open and she breath was short and erratic. She looks up and sees that König was now lost, his reason was now gone, replaced by his primal instinct of sex. He let's go of her hand and puts it around her neck choking her lightly and starts fucking into her. He kept moving his hips and groaning and she kept moaning and pleading uselessly to König to slow down, but he won't listen. His grip tightens on her neck choking her completely, she cries out and squirts all over him. He let's out a satisfied laughter, and let's go of her neck and pulls her up against him. He holds her and kisses his neck and bites her, she yelps. With that he starts moving again, this time he felt even deeper inside of her, their moans and groans could've been heard all over the house. After God knows how long she feels König emptying inside of her, he pulls out and immediately positions y/n's face against his still hard member now covered in his and her cum. She doesn't think twice and give it a lick and takes it into her hand giving him a couple of pumps, she kisses his base and balls and goes up to the head swallowing whole. He groans and cums in her mouth pushing her even deeper onto his dick.

After he was done she lays there her mind fucked out of her and he looks at her, both ends filled with him.

He picks her up in bridal style and takes their clothes to the laundry.

He tosses their clothes in the washer and opens the door to the bath. He turns on the hot water and adds some bath salt.

He carefully washes her and after soaping her up and washing her up, he gets into the bath with her in his arms. She slowly blinks her eyes open and looks at him, they make eye contact and smile. She lays her head back on to his shoulder, falling asleep once again.

The End.

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[ironstrange1991]

Forbidden (Part 5)

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Stark throws a party to celebrate the mission's return and Y/n decides it's time to tell Stephen the truth.

Word Count: 8k

Warnings: Descriptions of one single sexual act (almost nothing)

A/N: I'm sorry it took me so long to post this chapter, but I always have the feeling that when it comes to this series I'm writing more for myself than anyone else. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter. The ending is a bit silly, but I couldn't help it and I actually found it funny.

SERIES MASTERLIST

"Take Romanoff to the medical wing" Stark ordered as soon as they set foot in the Tower "Bruce, go with her. Let me know if there are any changes".

Bruce accompanied Barton and Steve who were carrying Romanoff on a makeshift stretcher. They disappeared into the elevator.

"Is she going to be okay?" Stark asked turning around and facing Stephen. Stephen nodded "The injuries are serious, but as far as I could examine there was no neurological damage. With proper care she should be fine, but I doubt she'll be back to work anytime soon."

Tony sighed heavily putting a hand to his face and then looked around "For a moment I thought I would never come home."

Thor patted him on the shoulder "Good job, Stark."

"If you'll excuse me I'm going to take a shower and sleep for three nights straight" Sam said waving to Stephen "See you around, Doctor."

Stephen just shook his head. He was supposed to go back to the Sanctum, but he was still standing there waiting to see you. During all that unbearable mission he could only think of you. How he wanted to come home and see you smiling at him.

"If it's not to much to ask, Doctor, I need to get back to New Asgard." Thor said and then turned to Stark, "Keep me posted on Romanoff's recovery."

"So you have a computer now?" Stephen asked wryly.

Thor smirked "Better than that, I have a phone in my house."

Stephen rolled his eyes "Yeah, right. Super modern." He moved his fingers opening a portal "Have a nice day."

Thor walked through the portal and then looked back, "Don't forget to invite me to the party, Stark."

Tony nodded and the portal closed. He patted Stephen on the chest "You did really well there, you know, with all that magic. It was quite useful."

Stephen rolled his eyes "You didn't do too badly either."

Tony grinned "See, I said we make a good team. The mechanic and the magician" Tony said pretending to write in the air.

"We both know we're neither of those things." Stephen answered dryly and Tony glared at him and was ready to respond with something intelligent when Y/n turned the corner and ran towards them. Stephen's heart sped up when her eyes focused on him and for a millisecond he thought she would hug him, but then she hugged Stark who squeezed her in his arms lifting her off the ground.

Stephen swallowed thickly. There was something in his chest that he wasn't quite sure what it was, but it wasn't pleasant.

"You're here" Your voice sounded choked with the tears you were trying to hold back, but tears were streaming down your face as you cupped Stark's face turning it to one side and then the other "Are you okay? Tell me you're okay! " You grabbed his arms and kept looking to check for injuries.

"I'm fine, darling." And then you broke down in a desperate cry and Tony went back to hug you now stroking your hair and shushing you "I'm sorry, I tried to communicate with you..."

Jealousy. Stephen was feeling jealous. For some reason he wondered if for a moment you had missed him, or if you had worried that he might get hurt too, but you only had eyes for Stark and it was unreasonable to bother with that, but he was bothered.

He cleared his throat to remind you he was still there and then spoke in a voice more husky than he'd expected, "Well, I need to go back to the Sanctum. Call me for updates on Romanoff, Stark."

You stepped away from Stark wiping the tears with your hands "Doctor Strange... I'm sorry, I... Are you okay? America was so worried! She called me every day asking about you."

Stephen smiled. Apparently next to Stark he was Doctor Strange to you and not just Stephen. Interesting. "I'm fine. Thanks for keeping an eye on her while I was gone."

You nodded "I didn't really do much. She stayed most of the time at Kamar Taj. Wong was keeping her almost like a prisoner." You gave him a shy smile which made his heart jump in his chest. Stephen chuckled "Poor thing. Anyway, I need to go now."

You nodded and then frowned "Where's Nat?" It was Stark who replied "She got hurt… badly."

Stephen saw the horror in your face. "Where is she?"

"She's with Banner in the medical wing, there's a whole team of doctors taking care of her and besides, the doctor here said she's going to be fine, so it's bad, but no need to worry."

You exhaled heavily and then addressed him "Did you examine her?"

Stephen nodded "As far as I could with the few resources I had. She will be fine now."

You nodded "It was good to see you Doctor Strange." Stephen shook his head and opened a portal to the Sanctum.

"I'll keep you posted, Doctor." Stark said.

"Good." Stephen replied crossing the portal.

"You're coming to the party, aren't you?"

You glared at Tony "Party?"

Tony nodded "A victory like that deserves to be celebrated with a big party."

You looked at Stephen anxiously for his answer and he gave you his best smirk. "I wouldn't miss a Stark party." And just as he knew you would, you blushed and gave him that open smile he was dying to see again.

...

Natasha had two surgeries that afternoon. One to stop the internal bleeding in her abdomen and one to place two titanium screws in her knee. The doctors ran tests to check that everything was fine with her head, but just like Stephen said, everything was fine. When she finally went to one of the rooms in the Tower's medical wing you made a point of staying by her side until she woke up which didn't happen until 2am.

"Fuck...that hurts." It was the first thing she said. You got up immediately. She glared at you then smiled "Good to see you, Crazy."

You smiled back "Welcome back."

"Uh hm. Water... I need water."

You helped her drink from the cup and then gently hugged her "I missed you, Nat. Then you came back and scared me to death. Two surgeries!"

She gave a small laugh and then groaned in pain "You know I'm dramatic. Why go through one surgery when I can go through two. Besides, guys love it when women are in danger. I bet Bruce was here all day ."

You chuckled "You're right. He barely left your side."

She smiled "See, I'm always right."

You sat down on the bed next to her "Tony said things were really bad out there."

You watched Nat's face darken with some traumatizing memory and you rushed to say "We don't need to talk about this if you don't want to. There's so much I want to talk to you about."

She stared at you for a long moment and then smirked "Tell me it's not about Doctor Strange."

You looked at her slightly offended "Of course not. Do you really think I spent these three weeks thinking about him?"

She sighed "It is about Doctor Strange. Okay, spit it out. I hope there's something new this time, because honestly, it's getting pathetic, Y/n"

You looked at her slightly offended, but decided to let it go "He said he likes me."

Her eyes widened and you continued "And he took me to lunch the day you left for the mission."

Nat opened her mouth to speak a few times and then closed it again.

"I know you think he's too old for me, but I don't care, Nat."

"What about Tony? He cares."

You did not answer.

She sighed "Look, Strange is a nice guy. A bit arrogant, but he's a nice guy and if you like him I'll support you. But, Y/n, proceed with caution, please. Remember, he is more than twice your age, maybe you two want different things from each other and I don't want you to get hurt and I won't answer for my actions if that happens."

You nodded holding her hand "You're like the sister I never had, you know that, don't you?"

She nodded "I will always support you no matter what you do. Just don't kill anyone."

"Why not? You're the person I would call and ask for help to hide the body."

Nat giggled and then grimaced placing her hand on her abdomen. "Fuck, Y/n, I can't laugh right now, it hurts."

"Sorry" You squeezed her hand "Just... support me on this Nat. I really like him."

She sighed "Trust me, I know."

You stayed there with Nat four hours. You couldn't leave her alone. You talked about anything and everything that had nothing to do with the mission. Apparently, whatever had happened, it wasn't something Natasha wanted to think about.

It the sun was rising when you were interrupted by a knock on the door and Yelena came in "Hey, Y/n. I came to see if Nat... Hi, you're awake finally."

She approached and you took the opportunity to say goodbye "Well, I will leave you with Yelena, Nat. Need to try to get some sleep."

She smiled. “See you.”

"How are you feeling?" You heard Yelena ask before leaving and closing the door behind you.

...

HOW IS ROMANOFF?

You stared at the phone's screen for a minute trying to make your mind understand that the message was really from Stephen. It had been two weeks since they had returned from the mission and Natasha was progressing very well although she had to use crutches which she was hating.

You finally managed to type an answer that was actually another question.

MAY I KNOW HOW YOU GOT MY NUMBER?

You bit your bottom lip waiting for him to respond.

I KIDNAPPED AMERICA'S PHONE AND MEMORIZED IT.

You couldn't tell exactly what expressions you were making as you stared at your phone, but something about your face caught Natasha and Yelena's attention. The three of you were in the lounge on the Tower's hosting floor talking and basically killing time as you watched Tony and Pepper argue over who to invite to the party Tony was keen to throw even though Nat was still recovering.

He went back to typing.

SO, HOW IS SHE?

You typed a quick reply trying to hide your excitement as Tony and Pepper approached.

SHE'S FINE, SHE'S RIGHT HERE IN FRONT OF ME, ACTUALLY.

"Romanoff looks great, look at her!" You heard Tony saying and Pepper replied "I think we should wait another week or two."

Tony crossed his arms "It's a victory party, if we wait too long we'll be off on another mission."

Nat tsked "Speak for yourself, I'm off the radar for new missions for the next three months at least."

I MISS YOU.

You smiled from ear to ear feeling your face heat up.

YOU KNOW YOU CAN INVITE ME TO DINNER ANYTIME.

"Y/n, I'm talking to you. I need your help here!" You heard Tony saying and reluctantly looked up from your phone.

"Yeah, of course. You're right" You mumbled turning your attention to Stephen's answer.

YES I KNOW. WOULD YOU LIKE THAT?

You were about to answer when Tony stopped in front of you "May I know who you are talking to? Who is more important than me?"

Nat and Yelena started to giggle and Tony glared at both of them and then you "Is there something going on that I don't know about?"

Pepper stared at you for a long moment and then changed the subject "Okay Tony you want to have the party let's have the party. Is that okay, Nat?"

Nat shook her head "Are you really going to make me wear a dress with this horrible thing on my leg?"

Tony chuckled "You look great either way Romanoff, plus I'm sure Bruce doesn't mind."

You weren't paying enough attention to know what Nat replied. Your face was hot and you were still processing Stephen's messages. Was he really flirting with you?

WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?"

You waited for his answer that came right away.

YOUR GODFATHER PROMISED ME A PARTY. I WAS WAITING TO SEE YOU THERE.

You turned your attention to Tony "So when's the party?"

He stared at Pepper waiting for an answer.

Pepper sighed "If I can organize everything it will be this Saturday."

You couldn't  contain the wide smile that took over your face.

LOOKS LIKE I'LL SEE YOU SATURDAY THEN.

He quickly typed a reply.

EXCELLENT. I HAVE TO GO NOW, SWEETHEART. DUTY IS CALLING.

The pet name. That pet name never failed to draw a breath out of you.

SEE YOU, DOCTOR

You closed your cell phone screen and threw it on the couch next to you. Tony and Pepper had walked away still working out the details of the party and Nat and Yelena were staring at you curiously.

"So..." Nat finally asked.

You grinned "I need to buy a dress. A really, really gorgeous dress."

Yelena smiled “I think I can help you with that."

...

You were standing there looking in the mirror and wondering if the dress you chose wasn't a little too much. It was a strapless red dress with a heart cutout at the neckline. It was short and flared with a black bow cinching the waist. That dress combined with your hair tied in a ponytail, a diamond necklace and your tattoos seemed too much.

You sighed hearing the cell phone vibrate and walked away from the mirror. Anyway, now it was too late to choose another dress.

You read the message on your cell phone, it was from America.

WE ARE LATE. WE HAVE JUST ARRIVED FROM KAMAR TAJ AND STEPHEN LOOKS LIKE HE IS GETTING READY FOR A WEDDING. BUT WE WILL BE THERE SOON.

You smiled from ear to ear. You couldn't wait to see him. You responded with a smiley emoji and then nodded to yourself as if trying to encourage yourself and then went downstairs.

The hall was full, the music was loud. There were people there that you had no idea who they were. Some must have been Stark Industries shareholders, others were probably magazine columnists, journalists, in short, everyone Tony liked to invite to stay on the covers of magazines.

You walked between the tables getting too many stares which made you question again if you hadn't gone too far with the choice of your dress. Fortunately, you bumped into Thor, the first known face, who hugged you tight, taking all your worries out of your head.

"Hey, it's good to see you. You look beautiful!"

You smiled looking up to actually look at his face "You too"

He grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you towards the table where he was sitting with Steve, Sam and Bruce. "This girl..." Thor said pointing at you and the three of them  stared at you "She would be a queen in Asgard."

You stared blankly at Thor and then he took a sip from his cup and went back to saying "Singing is important to the Asgardians."

Sam nodded "Will you sing for us tonight Y/n?"

You shook your head "Not really."

Bruce disagreed "Tony rented a karaoke machine, he intends to get everyone singing tonight."

You chuckled "I'm going to love to hear you boys singing."

Steve chuckled shyly and then took a good look at you "Looking really pretty Y/n, expecting someone?"

You felt your face get hot. Was it that obvious?

"Are your friends from the band coming? Mike, that's the guy's name, right?" Sam asked "He seems to like you."

You shook your head feeling the air leave your lungs slowly. "I didn't actually invite them. No work tonight, just fun."

"And what kind of fun are we talking about?" Sharon asked approaching with Maria Hill right behind her. The two had apparently only left to fetch their drinks from the bar. Sharon sat next to Steve and you watched as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Such an intimate gesture in front of everyone. You wondered if it would ever be possible for you and Stephen to have that kind of intimacy. That is, of course, if he was really interested. You couldn’t really tell.

"So what were you talking about?" Maria asked sipping her drink and you shrugged "Thor was complimenting my singing skills"

"She's amazing" Thor said again and Hill agreed "Your show at the last party was amazing, Y/n. I'm addicted to your songs." Hill completed.

"I'm following you on Spotify" Sharon said "And I want to go to one of your shows. Steve knows that, I'm trying to convince him to take me."

Steve chuckled "Loud music and night clubs aren't really my style, but we'll definitely go."

You grinned "Well, let's set a date then."

...

You were extremely bored and couldn't stop looking at the time on your cell phone display.

You were sitting at the table with Pepper, Tony, Rhodes, Happy and Fury listening to them talk about the mission and about a new mission that Fury wanted Tony and Steve to lead, this one apparently would be on Russian territory and Fury was really disappointed because Natasha would not be able to go with them.

You kept scanning the room with your eyes looking for Stephen and Pepper seemed to sense your uneasiness because she couldn't take her eyes off you.

You had been surprised to see Fury at Tony's party, he never attended social events, but then you understood. He was there on a mission of his own, ready to deliver new work to those he considered to be the leaders of the Avengers.

After a while you could see that Pepper was uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation, but you weren’t paying attention to what they were saying because your eyes were fixed on the entrance of the hall, waiting to see Stephen who at that time should have already arrived. Deep down you feared that something had happened and he wouldn't come anymore.

"I thought Ms. Y/l/n would eventually become an Avenger as well, but it looks like she chose a more glamorous side of life." Fury said trying to get your attention.

You smiled at the old man "Unfortunately I don't have super powers, Director Fury, and I'm also too clumsy to fight like Nat or Agent Hill. If you saw me working out you'd be embarrassed"

He let out a rare chuckle, "Well, I'm sure you'd do well in one of your godfather's suits. Mrs. Potts wears hers on special occasions."

Pepper shook her head as she sipped from her cup, "It was a one time thing, Fury, and I swear I won't do it again."

"There is a prototype armor for Y/n, I'm still working on it." Tony said proudly.

You chuckled "I've already told Tony he doesn't have to bother because I'm not going to use it. I prefer my books and my music. Someone need to be ordinary in this family."

Tony shook his head "There's nothing ordinary about you darling, you're amazing" He put his arm around your shoulders and placed a small kiss on your cheek and only then did he really seem to look at you "That boy Mike, he's coming by tonight?"

You shook your head, feeling your face heat up when you realized that he made an association between your dress and a possible love interest.

"I didn't invite the band." You admitted.

"Why didn't you invite them? Mike seems like a nice kid, I think he likes you."

You were about to answer when you saw Stephen and America entering the hall and suddenly the words disappeared from your mind.

America looked beautiful in a cute pink dress, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, but your attention was riveted on the sorcerer dressed in one of the many Armani suits he owned.

"Y/n?" Tony was still waiting for your answer and you had to reluctantly look away from Stephen.

"Tony, Mike and I have nothing to do with each other."

"You needed to see the answer she gave the boy when he asked her out." Happy told laughing and you stared at him, glaring daggers.

"He's too young. And too stupid." You defended yourself.

"He must be what? 25 years old? Not that much younger." Rhodes said, deciding to intrude on the conversation. That was actually the problem with practically being raised in that Tower, all the Avengers felt that they were somehow responsible for you and therefore couldn’t mind their own business."

"I think I like older men." You said feeling a little brave, your eyes went back to looking for Stephen in the hall finding him standing next to Steve's table talking and as he rarely did laughing.

"You're too young to say something like that." Tony said scolding you "Besides, Mike is older than you, he likes the same things you like..."

You sighed in frustration "You forgot I just mentioned he's stupid."

"Y/n, you're exaggerating. The boy is hardworking. He studies, works in the band..."

"Tony, it's never going to happen, okay? Can we change the subject now?" You said looking back at Stephen from a distance and feeling Pepper's eyes fixed on you. When you dared to look at her, she was looking in the same direction as you, brow furrowed with concern, but you couldn't care less and as soon as you watched Stephen heading alone to the bar you stood up "If you'll excuse me."

...

Stephen scanned the crowded room with his eyes looking for you as soon as he and America set foot there. It didn't take long for him to see you sitting at the table with Stark, Rhodes, Pepper, Happy and director Fury. Stark had an arm around your shoulder.

"Tony's parties are always so amazing." America said envisioned with all the extravagance that Stephen was already used to, but which for her was incredible.

"Are we calling him Tony yet?" He asked staring at her with an arched eyebrow.

She just stuck her tongue out at him.

"Hey Doctor, come over here." Came Thor's booming voice.

The two walked to a table further away on the left side of the room where Rogers, Carter, Wilson, Hill, Thor and Banner were.

"Nice to see you, doctor" Steve greeted him.

"How is Romanoff?" He asked and it was Banner who answered. "She's much better." Stephen couldn't help but notice the tone of relief in the man's voice. If it wasn't clear to Natasha, it was clear enough to everybody else that Bruce was in love with her.

"She's not too happy about the idea of ​​using crutches, but she should be down soon." Sharon Carter completed.

"What about you, little girl, how is life in a new universe?" Hill asked and America grinned.

"It's great. I like it here, all the differences are fascinating and Kamar Taj is so cool. It would be even cooler if Wong and Stephen weren't so bossy."

Everyone at the table laughed and Stephen confined himself to a smile, his eyes back on the table where you were. God, you were beautiful. Actually beautiful was an understatement. You wore a red dress that he couldn't see well from that distance, but your hair was tied back in a ponytail which was different from what Stephen was used to. He loved your air, but this way it was possible to see more of your beautiful face...

"Strange...?"

Stephen turned his attention to Steve who had asked a question to which Stephen paid no attention. "I'm sorry, can you say that again?"

America had sat down next to Maria Hill and the two had engaged in a conversation about how in one of the universes she had visited, people were made of ink.

"I asked how it feels to take a trip to another universe."

Stephen chuckled dryly "Not a good experience."

"He threw up." America said and Thor laughed exaggeratedly. "You humans are so fragile."

Stephen shook his head "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to get something to drink."

He walked towards the bar and asked for a shot of whiskey which he drank in one gulp and asked for another right after.

There was an internal struggle in Stephen ever since he had lunch with you before the mission. He was trying to convince himself that he shouldn't continue this flirtation, that it would inevitably lead to trouble once Stark realized what was happening. But on the other hand, he was tempted to take it further and find out how far you would go.

He downed his whiskey in one gulp and asked for a third. Double, no ice.

That afternoon you had challenged him by asking if he was aware that despite being Tony Stark's goddaughter, you were a legal adult and he was very much aware of that, he just didn't know what to do with it, how to proceed.

He wanted you, that was as clear to him as day, but the consequences seemed too grave.

He was too absorbed in his own thoughts to notice that you had approached.

"You look lonely. Need some company, doctor?"

He smiled and turned to look at you and his heart skiped a beat. Holy fuck, you looked beyond beautiful, you looked indecently sexy in that red dress. It was definitely too short in Stephen's eyes. He caught himself wondering how Stark let you walk around dressed like that.

The color suited you, not to mention it highlighted your tattoos. Stephen never liked tattoos, but on you he did. There were so many. Spread across your arms, your legs. One he was particularly fond of was a chest piece. A bluebird trapped in a cage trying to escape. He wondered if that was how you saw yourself.

"Stephen... you're staring." You said and then addressed the bartender. "A martini for me, please. And another whiskey for the doctor."

"I'm sorry... I got distracted by all this" He said gesturing to you. You blushed looking down at your dress.

"Is it too much? I thought you might like it." You said accepting the drink and taking a long gulp.

"Your whiskey, sir." Stephen accepted and turned his attention to you.

"I'm sorry, that's not what I meant. It was meant to be a compliment. You look beautiful, Y/n."

You smiled charmingly at him. "I got it right then. It's hard to know what you like, Stephen."

He had to convince himself that he heard you right. You were really saying that you dressed like that for him. If that didn't answer his doubts about your true intentions, he couldn't say what would.

"Red suits you. It highlights your eyes, your hair and your tattoos."

You shook your head vehemently "I thought so. You look very handsome too, Stephen. As much as I love to see you in your robes, I have to say, you look much better in Armani. Almost irresistible."

He chuckled taking a long drink of his whiskey and feeling the alcohol starting to kick in.

"I didn't get a chance to say how happy I am that you're okay. I was so worried." You said looking away from him. Somehow you could flirt with him naturally, but you couldn't look him in the eye and tell him you liked him enough to be concerned when he went on a mission.

"I thought about you, Y/n, the whole time I was there." He admitted. "I knew I needed to go back because I needed to see you again. It was all I could think about."

You smiled, your cheeks turning pink. "You say these things, but you still haven't asked me out to dinner."

He smirked finishing his whiskey and too impatiently, filled the glass with a wave of his fingers. He looked around subtly "Is this what you want?"

"Well, Doctor, I'm more interested at the moment in knowing what you want. You are a mystery to me."

He touched your hand that was on  the top of the counter "Would it be too obvious if we left here and went somewhere quieter?"

You looked at him in surprise, but nodded in agreement "Not if I go first."

He nodded as he watched you walk away. God, that dress was doing things to him. He drank the rest of the whiskey, put the glass on the counter and walked out after you. He should have thought that in fact it was pretty obvious to anyone who could eventually be paying attention to the two of you, but he couldn't care less at that point. Maybe it was the alcohol that had made him so reckless.

You took the elevator and went up to the tower's hosting floor. Tony Stark could be irritating, but Stephen couldn't deny that he was extremely generous. There lived most of the Avengers who made the team their family. Those who didn't live there, lived in the compound in the country side of the city.

Stephen watched you turn on the lights and flop down on the huge sofa in the center of the room.

"Much better, don't you think?" You asked kicking off the extremely high heels you were wearing and putting your feet up on the sofa, making yourself comfortable. You could still hear the music coming from the lower floor.

"Yes. I used to like parties, but that was a long time ago." He said putting both hands in his pockets. He continued to stand, resisting the urge to sit down next to you.

"But you've been coming to Tony's parties a lot recently, for someone who doesn't like parties it's a little contradictory."

He smirked knowing full well what you were suggesting. He knew you wanted to hear him say it. He walked slowly towards the black grand piano that stood beside the panoramic window. The view of the city lights from that height was truly breathtaking. "You know damn well why I've been coming to your godfather’s parties." He said sitting down on the stool in front of the piano.

"I don't know anything, Stephen. And I'm getting tired of not knowing."

He nodded opening the lid and touching the piano keys gently. "I used to play the piano before the accident. I could still play if I wanted to, but I don't see much truth in having to use magic to do anything at all."

Stephen could hide it from himself all he wanted, but he could never really come to terms with the damage of his hands and how it completely changed his life. He was still ashamed of the scars, for that reason he used to keep his hands in his pockets when he was around you. And also because he could control himself better that way when all he wanted was to touch you.

"I would love to hear you play. What would you play for me?" You rested your cheek adorably on your hand watching him as if he were the most important thing in the world to you and Stephen felt his heart racing in his chest.

"Love is blindness" He replied without putting much thought into it. Maybe it was because he had been listening to that song on repeat for a few days now because it made him think of you.

"Jack White's song?" You asked sounding surprised. He shook his head closing the piano again and getting up "U2's song. Bono wrote it in 1990 and it was released in 1991 on the Achtung Baby album. Jack White covered it at the request of The Edge in 2011".

You looked surprised "I didn't know that. I always thought it was Jack White’s song."

"There's a lot you don't know, apparently." He said teasing you. He sat down on the sofa, careful to keep a safe distance, but as soon as he sat down, you crawled closer to him.

"I love knowing about these things and you seem to like U2."

He smiled "A lot. You don't like them?"

You grimaced "Not much. But to be fair, I never stopped to listen to their music. Only One, With or Without you and Beautiful Day."

Stephen rolled his eyes exaggeratedly "You have no idea what you're missing." He reached out to touch your hand that laid lazily on your thigh. "Promise me you'll listen carefully and then tell me what you think."

"Recommend me a song, then. It can't be Love is blindness because I already know that one."

Stephen smirked "Let's stick to the same album at least. I want you to listen to Ultraviolet and think of me while you do it, because I think of you when I'm listening to it."

You bit your lower lip "Anything for you, doctor."

...

You turned your hand over and Stephen laced his fingers through yours. You were surprised by his boldness, but you were totally determined to play along to see how far he would go. More than that, maybe you'd give him a little push. You had promised MJ and yourself that this would be the night you finally told him how you felt. The timing couldn't be more perfect.

Suddenly the air seemed thicker, your heart was pounding and you could hear it pounding in your ears.

"Stephen..."

He threatened to pull his hand away from yours, but you wrapped your other hand above his to keep it there.

"There's something I need to tell you. It's been a long time, I should have said it already."

He stared at you with those blue eyes waiting for what you had to say and the words just seemed to slip out of your head. Everything you had rehearsed tirelessly in front of the mirror while wearing that ridiculous dress just disappeared.

"Y/n..."

You shushed him "Please, let me talk. You can do whatever you want after, you can laugh, you can walk away, but first let me say it."

"Why would I laugh?"

You bit the inside of your cheek.

"Stephen I'm in love with you. If I haven't made it too obvious yet, I'm saying it now. I was always in love with you, even before the blip. I was too young to understand how problematic that was and then you disappeared for five years, but I never stopped thinking about you. The day you came back was the happiest of my life and I promised myself that having you around would be enough, but it's not enough."

You sighed heavily "I'm tired of this fruitless flirting, I want more than this and I think you want it too. It's not possible that I got it all wrong, I'm not that stupid..."

"You didn't get it wrong" He comfirmed.

You exhaled heavily only then realizing you were holding your breath. You kept your head down because you couldn't look at him. Your cheeks were on fire.

He touched your face, cupping your cheek and making you look at him.

"I thought I made it clear that I have feelings for you the night I saved you at the night club, young lady."

You shook your head negatively. "You said you liked me, then the other day you said you liked me as a friend..."

"I already explained myself about that. America and Wong were there and I was scared, Y/n." He tried to reason. "Do you understand how complicated this is? I'm more than twice your age and your godfather is the fucking Tony Stark."

You shook your head "I know, but I don't care. I'm an adult, I can make my own choices, Stephen."

He stroked your cheek with his thumb. "I know. That's why I'm here."

That was going better than you thought. Wasn't? At least he hadn't laughed, and it didn't look like he was going to walk away.

"So?" You asked impatiently.

He sighed taking one of your hands that held his and brought it to his lips. He kissed your hand lingeringly and then placed it on his face and leaned towards it closing his eyes for a second and sighing. You could have sworn you would melt right there, it was obscenely sweet.

"I have an idea or two, but I want to hear you say it first." He said staring at you with a cocky smile in his face.

You pulled your hand away and hugged your knees "I just said so."

"Say it again. If I'm going to pick this fight with all the Avengers, I want to make sure I heard what you said correctly."

You bit your bottom lip and sighed heavily turning around and dragging yourself impossibly close to him. Then you held both of his hands and looked into his eyes "I'm in love with you Doctor Strange. I always have been." You rolled your eyes "Is it good now? Was it dramatic enough?"

He gave a small giggle "Dramatic? Yes. But not quite enough yet." He brought his hand to the back of your neck and pulled you close until your lips were brushing against each other.

"I've wanted to do this for so long, sweetheart." He whispered and then he kissed you. Just a touch of lips. Soft and sweet. He pulled away analyzing your reaction. "Now is enough." he whispered.

But you weren't sure if that was enough. Not when you've waited so long for this. "No. Do it again, but like you mean it this time."

He gave you a cocky smile and then went back to kiss you and as soon as you parted your lips for him, his tongue entered your mouth dominating yours, deepening the kiss that had the sinful taste of whiskey. You moaned softly surrendering to the kiss and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. His hand went down to your back pulling you closer to him, your breasts brushing his chest and you felt like your whole body was on fire. Everything seemed like a dream, one of your many fantasies of before going to sleep.

...

It was certain that Stephen had completely lost his judgment. Little did he realize that you were literally in the living room of the Avengers Tower and that anyone could walk in there and catch you kissing. At that moment anything other than you didn't seem to matter to him.

He'd waited for this for so long, convinced it would never happen, yet here you were and Stephen could feel his body responding to you and manifesting itself in a prominent erection that the suit pants he was wearing could do little to disguise.

You were the one who broke the kiss first to breathe, but Stephen wasn't ready to take his lips off you. He ran them down your chin and down your neck. You smelled so good. Whatever perfume you were wearing, it was Stephen's favorite scent now. He felt your hand gripping his hair, the other going down his chest and if he hadn't drunk a little too much maybe he would have noticed how quickly your first kiss was becoming too heated, but in the drunken state he was in, all he could think of was that he wanted you.

He wanted to know the way you tasted, the noises you would make when he finally took you. How you would moan his name while he was going down on you.

He bit lightly on your earlobe and watched as your skin prickled at the touch of his goatee.

"Stephen..."

God, the sound of his name coming out of your mouth was extremely arousing. He was so hard. It suddenly seemed like a good idea for him to show you what you were doing to him. He grabbed your hand from his chest and brought it down to his hip as he took your lips again in a hungry kiss. But as soon as he had you touching his bulge, you flinched and pushed him away slightly, breaking the kiss and clearing your throat looking extremely uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry..." You got up going to the small bar in the far corner of the room. Stephen watched you prepare a glass of martini. He shook his head trying to get his thoughts straight. He knew your first kiss had turned out to be more heated than he'd expected, but he was confused by your reaction.

He got up and walked over to the bar "Did I do something you didn't like?" He asked holding your hand and making you look at him.

You shook your head negatively. "It's okay. It just seemed a little too much for one night. I'm sorry, I'm being silly." You took a long drink of your martini.

Stephen sighed "No need to apologize. I... I went a little too far. It's just that you have this effect on me and I've wanted this for so long."

You smiled, but your cheeks were bright red, as if somehow what he was saying was  completely absurd. Maybe if his brain hadn't been enveloped in a cloud of alcohol, or if all the blood in his head hadn't gone down to his cock, he would have understood.

Before you could respond, you were interrupted by the sound of the elevator and Thor and America came out. "The girl was worried because the doctor had disappeared" Thor informed smiling and although Stephen was scared by the possibility of him understanding what was happening, it was soon clear that the Asgardian had not noticed anything, America on the other hand stared at Stephen and then at you and gave him a wink.

"Well, I'll leave you to him then." Thor said turning around and America followed him.

"On second thought, I just needed to know he was okay, we can get back to the party now."

The two took the elevator back and Stephen chuckled. "How is it possible that a 14 year old girl can outsmart an Asgardian god?"

You allowed yourself a small giggle "Thor is a sweetheart, but intelligence is not his forte." You took your glass and went back to sit on the sofa and Stephen watched you for a moment, still unsure.

"Sit with me, Stephen. I'm sorry I spoiled the mood."

He approached and sat next to you.

"You didn't. I overdid it and scared you."

You smiled shyly "I wouldn't exactly say I was scared. Surprised would be more accurate. And you don't need to apologize."

He touched your face "You're so beautiful. I don't know how I could contain myself for so long when all I wanted was to have you in my arms."

You placed your hand over his. "What now? What do we do now?"

He sighed thinking for a second. "What do you want to do?"

"Right now? I just want to be here with you, but I know we've been here long enough for everyone to notice we have disappeared. Not to mention Thor will tell everyone who asks that he saw us here, so we should probably head downstairs. But that's not what I'm talking about."

He sighed "Maybe... maybe we should keep this just between us for a while until I figure out the best time to talk to Stark..."

You bit your bottom lip, but you didn't say anything. And he knew that didn't please you.

"What is it?"

"It's just..." You held his hand in yours playing with his fingers and Stephen couldn't help but notice how small your hands were compared to his. That thought made his cock throb inside his pants and he mentally scolded himself.

"I don't want to hide it. I want to hold your hand, I want to cuddle with you in the living room. I want what everyone else has."

He smirked, finding it all too sweet, but maintained his stance as he suggested, "I know. We might get there eventually, sweetheart, but I'm talking about self-preservation here. I need to think of a way to convince Stark that this isn't wrong, which I'm sure will be very difficult. Plus, you know it's not just Tony. All the Avengers adore you and I'm going to get in trouble with all of them."

You sighed "Not all of them." You said it softly and Stephen didn't know if you really wanted him to hear it. "Nat knows. Yelena too."

Stephen exhaled heavily "Who else?"

"Peter and MJ."

"What exactly do they know?"

You looked at him shyly "That I'm in love with you and that I think you like me too. They approve."

Stephen snorted incredulously "I find it hard to believe Romanoff would approve this, sweetheart."

"She does. She told me. She just asked me to proceed with caution, but she said she would support me. Yelena is super cool about that too and Peter and MJ are on our side."

Stephen smiled sighing "America knows it all. She insisted I tell you how I felt. As you can imagine, she approves it, but I'm afraid the approval of three teenagers isn't enough to convince your godfather."

You chuckled "Peter and MJ are not teenagers anymore, and Nat and Yelena will be on our side too."

He smirked taking one of your hands and kissing it gently and then pulling you to his lips, but this time he tried to contain himself. He kissed you deeply, passionately, but made a Herculean effort to keep his hands to himself. However,  your fingers entwined in his hair and with that you managed to pull a moan from the bottom of his throat.

"Now, that's not very smart."

Stephen pulled away from you instinctively when he heard Romanoff's voice. When he turned towards the direction the voice was coming from he saw her standing next to the elevator. Yelena beside her helping her walk.

"You realize that anyone can show up at any moment, right?" Yelena asked.

"Especially Tony" Natasha completed.

You started to giggle and Stephen stared at you in disbelief. "She's right, Y/n"

"Yeah, I usually am. I suggest you two head down to the party before anyone notices you're gone."

That said, the two entered the elevator and Natasha shoot him an angry look.

"Are you sure she's on our side?" Stephen asked chuckling nervously.

You grabbed him by the tie "Yes she is. Now give me one more kiss before we go, magic man."

And he obeyed. There was nothing he wanted more than to kiss you. Well, maybe there were a thing or two.

...

The night became considerably more tolerable now that you and Stephen had sorted things out. Well, not everything, but at least you could tell there was something between you and not just that flirting you could never be sure if it was real or something in your head. It was safe to say that you spent the rest of the evening wrapped in a kind of cloud of enthusiasm and there were, however ridiculous that definition was, butterflies in your stomach every time you and Stephen exchanged glances, some not so discreetly.

When most of the people had gone and only your friends were left, Tony did the favor of turning on the damn karaoke machine making everyone laugh every time someone was challenged to sing a song. However you couldn't complain, you were enjoying the show.

"Hey, Doctor, your turn" Wilson shouted after finishing a painful version of Streets of Philadelphia. You glared at Stephen who shook his head vehemently "No, thanks."

Sam looked around "Who's coming now? Come on guys, I just humiliated myself here, I'll feel better if you guys do the same."

"I've already humiliated myself enough" Pepper answered. She just finished singing It's all coming back to me now."

Stephen looked at you smiling. You were sitting at a table next to Nat and Yelena. To your surprise, he pointed at you "Why don't you make Y/n sing for us." He suggested and Wilson denied "No, come on. She won't help, she will only humiliate me even more."

You shook your head "I'm off today. Only you guys sing."

Tony climbed on the small stage taking the microphone from Sam's hand "The doctor is right. Come here, darling, show those scumbags how it's done."

Everyone started to press you and you threw an angry look at Stephen who was laughing. You got up going towards the stage "What shall I sing?"

Tony faced the small audience of Avengers "What do you guys think? Do we choose for her or let her choose?"

"Choose for her" Hill said.

"Let her choose" Stephen said staring at you "I'm curious to know what she will choose."

"You choose it, baby. Friday can find any song you want."

You stared at him blankly for a moment "Did you hack the karaoke machine?"

"What's the fun in only having 50 songs to choose from?" He asked defending himself and handing the microphone in your hand. He came down on stage and sat next to Pepper.

You thought for a second "Friday, play Cherry by Lana Del Rey."

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Precious Possessions: Chapter 6

A/N: I apologize for this chapter coming out later than anticipated. I had a time trying to write! I have also been busy with job interviews and volunteering. But now I am finally able to et this chapter to you! I hope you enjoy it!!! 😬 (Not Beta'd, all funky grammar stuff my own)

Series Summary: Your life changes indelibly after meeting a mysterious man at a work conferences.

Pairing: Dave York x F!Reader

Warnings: Explicit content ahead! 18+ only, MDNI, Graphic Violence, Abusive names, Oral Sex

Word Count: 2500, exactly!

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Chapter 6: The Killing Moon

The gun that Dave gave you always felt perfect in your hand. A perfect combination of smooth and rough and not too heavy or too light. Dave whistled as you returned the gun to your holster, marveling at the bullet holes that were at or near the vicinity of the head. The men in his unit were there observing, lounging, brooding---perhaps all three. Ari and Kovac threw a quick glance in Dave’s direction giving him a nod of approval. Resnick leaned against a far wall, arms folded across his chest and his feet crossed at the ankles. His mouth twitched a centimeter before he rocked back and forth on both feet. It didn’t escape your attention when he pressed his lips together, trying extremely hard not to roll his eyes. His chin lowered an inch, his pathetic attempt at a nod, before breezing off. He paused for a moment, his eyes shifting quickly towards Dave before placing a grip on his forearm. There was a quick exchange of inaudible words shared between them before Resnick walked out the door, placing his sunglasses over his eyes. 

“He doesn’t like me,” you sneered, as you walked towards Dave.

“Resnick doesn’t like anybody, firefly.”

“I don’t know, Dave,” you whispered and without thinking added, “he seems OK with your wife.” 

Dave’s hands, which had been relaxed on his hips moved towards one another until he was crossing his arms over his chest. Your attention was affixed to the lines of his face, particularly around his eyes. The way his brows knit down together to form harsh “V” at their center combined with how his eyes darkened and aimed at you like you were a mere target sent a chill down your spine. For the first time, ever, in your relationship, your tryst, your business arrangement---whatever the hell this was, you felt like you had crossed a line. 

“Are you really going to go there, firefly?”

The question posed could have had so many answers. The truthful ones you were not willing to share. Instead, for what seemed like ages, you stared back at him without words, feeling useless. A light tingling formed across your chest and your stomach as you held your eyes to him, gazing down to his hands. Almost a year had passed since your first encounter and lately your feelings about him kept racing back and forth in your mind. The line that formed there was beginning to blur as your hand twitched in want of his.

Distractions will get you killed. 

Bittersweetness settled over the breath deep in your chest and you exhaled, keenly aware of the irony of hearing Dave’s voice in your head. Of course, he was right, and you hated it. You hated how deeply you were beginning to feel attached to him when it would never be real, when you knew it would never end any other way but badly. Instead of engaging further with him, you simply smiled as you walked past him. If you started detaching yourself now, this would all be easier. 

“You’re right; let’s not go there,” you replied as you swept out the door. 

Dave followed you, grabbing your shoulder as you walked towards your car. You had been training so extensively with him that you instinctively pulled your arm away and turned around in a defensive stance. He advanced on you, pressing you against your car door. The heat of his body against you threatened to set you on fire, sending a simultaneous rush of fear and yearning coursed through your body. 

“You’re going to act like a fucking brat now?” Dave seethed; his breath hot against your face as he brought his right hand to your jaw just squeezing below the hollows of your cheeks to keep your face towards his. “You started this, you wanted this, remember?”

Doubling down, you pushed your body back against his, feeling him release an exhale against your lips. 

“And you’ve kept it going,” you retorted, holding your eyes to his only breaking your gaze to take one glance at how close his lips were to yours. 

Before either of you could utter another syllable, your lips were clinging to each other. The speed at which your lips and hands were on each other was so fast that it was impossible to tell who initiated the kiss. It may have been you; it may have been him or by some act of cosmic providence, it may have been both of you at the exact same time. His hands pulled at you, bringing your body as close to his as possible so you could feel how much his desire was pumping for you.

“A fucking siren,” he breathed into your mouth as his fingers played with the elastic waistband of your joggers, “you have no idea all the wicked things I want to do wi--to you.” 

Your ears weren’t lost on the quick correction he made as he kissed you. It was enough for you to push him off you. 

“I need to leave, Dave.”

With a rise and descent of your shoulders you elongated your spine, standing taller and straighter. A gentle caress of your clothes smoothed the wrinkles that had been mussed by your desperation for one another. In an unexpected gesture, he opened your car door for you. 

“Are you prepared for this?” Dave asked, leaning his arm over your car door. “Because once this happens, you’ll never be able to leave it behind.”

“I just need to know Ari and Kovac will be at the right place at the right time.”

“Will you?”

“Why, Dave?” you questioned, through a tight jaw and gritted teeth. “Don’t you trust me?”

Dave narrowed his eyes again, closing your door with a force that made you flinch. Tears began to sting the corners of your eyes as you pressed your car’s start button. Driving away quickly was the only way to ensure he didn’t see this side of you. As far as you could, this vulnerability made you weak. With a glance in your rearview mirror, you saw Dave with his hands on his hips as he bowed his head deep in thought.

*** 

The dim, golden light and the clanking of the expensive silverware surrounded you as you pecked at the remnants of your meal with your fork. Across from you, Brad beamed as he grabbed a hold of your left hand, rubbing your fingers with his thumb. By now, you had gotten so good at feigning the looks and touches that were the tell-tale signs of blossoming love. The pathetic look of him across from you almost made you feel bad. The way he smiled so big with pride to show you off. All signs hinted little by little how he was falling for you. You hadn’t even put out for him, and he was still around. You gave him a serviceable lie about turning over a new leaf and he bought it; the poor idiot was love drunk.

“Is everything ok?” he asked cautiously. “Was dinner good? I hope it was good. Can you believe we're halfway to the halfway point?

Halfway point to what? You thought in your head, biting your lip with the urge to laugh aloud. It sounded like a lie assholes like him made up to get into a girl’s pants.

You thought of everything you knew, every piece of knowledge that you hid to get closer to him: you could ruin his life with it. Drugs, rape, humiliating and abusing interns: the kinds of things that were typical of someone who reveled in abusing his gender and privilege. You were too smart to think he was being faithful in your “relationship.” You’d already sent Dave recon about him taking the smallest, but most deliberate steps to becoming involved in a sex trafficking ring. Considering his daughters, you assumed it would be more than enough for him to want the piece of shit dead. 

“Everything was perfect,” you assured Brad, turning your attention back to him. 

A waiter approached your table with a polite smile as he carefully took your plates into his arms, “Are we celebrating a special occasion that warrants dessert?”

“Oh no,” you responded instantly, placing a hand to your stomach, glancing momentarily at your watch, “I’m so full already.” 

The glance you stole told you that there was more than enough time before everything was set into motion. 

“Are you sure, babe?” Brad questioned, “I mean I think it’s pretty special, I don’t want to deny you.” 

Babe. The term disgusted you. 

Shaking your head, you insisted it wasn’t necessary. Confusion and a little bit of recklessness was rampant in your brain after your encounter with Dave that morning and without thinking you gently began caressing Brad’s calf with your foot. The twitching reaction and deep gasp of air was exactly what you had anticipated and just the excuse you needed to get you out of the restaurant. 

You walked ahead of Brad as you left the restaurant and began walking along the sidewalk, feeling his hand reach for yours. With a quick glance back at him, you bit the bottom of your glossy lips and pulled him deep into a dark, secluded alleyway. 

“Babe, what are you--?” he questioned. 

Before he could finish, you pushed him against the wall with all the strength you could muster. 

“Shut up!” You demanded as an angry heat started to spread across your chest and shoulders. 

Your breaths were quick as you blindly fumbled with the button and zipper of his slacks. 

“Holy shit! Is his really happening?”

The anger and frustration you had directed towards Dave was still fresh in your brain, as you pulled Brad’s slacks and underwear down just enough to free his cock. You grimaced for the briefest of seconds, noticing how much smaller he was than Dave. It didn’t surprise you, comparing anyone to him would be a losing battle. You lowered yourself to your knees, your body not feeling quite like your own as the hot anger of retribution controlled you. It boiled quickly through your veins, racing to your hands and lips which made quick work of Brad as you sucked him off. Within minutes, he was coming with shallow breaths and deep groans as he spilled most of himself in your mouth before you tucked him back in.

Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you stood and turned away from him, hiding your disgust.

“We should go,” you muttered. 

“Wait, c’mere, happy anniversary,” he purred.

You weren’t certain if it was the purr that came from Brad or the figure that began to emerge from the shadows that had wrapped in a cold shroud of fear. It wasn’t supposed to be him. You’d talked about it: It should have been Ari and Kovac. 

“How did he taste, you cunt?” 

“Hey man, we don’t want any trouble, just leave us alone,” Brad said, backing away like the coward you knew was, not making any attempt to protect you as his so-called ‘girlfriend.’

“Please…I---,” you pleaded with the familiar assailant, as he grabbed a hold of you with his gloved hands

“How did it feel to be down on your knees in filthy alley like a real, fucking whore?”

Dave threw you to the ground and you hit it with such force that you were almost certain you had broken something. The ground was damp and dirty beneath you and dull pain began to reverberate in your left arm as you tried to leverage yourself off the ground. 

This was part of the act, right? You told yourself.

He was just trying to make this look as real as possible. Your conscience pleaded with you, though the only feeling coursing through your veins was denial. 

The bottom half of Dave’s handsome face was covered, yet you could tell by the subtle changes in his eyes, in the way he gripped and shook you as though you were an object not a person, that his anger was very real. You stared at the ground, wincing as you pushed yourself up while Brad struggled. A squelching sound echoed in the alley like a blade cutting into a piece of meat. A few groans and gurgles reached your ears as you watched Brad slump over onto the ground. You allowed yourself to examine the moment with all your senses, observing how the color of his eyes almost turned to a milky, dull shade of blue. The coppery smell of his blood mixed with the damp asphalt lifted a cloud of earth and minerals into the night air. When you were finally able to sit up you backed away, seeing how the pool of blood grew and slithered toward your feet. You looked up to discover Resnick shoving Dave away from you and before he began creeping towards you with malice.

“PLEASE, SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!” You screamed as you had practiced so many times in your head, but as he heel-toed towards you, each step pressing a pound of fear into your heart.

It felt like you had been hit by a lightning bolt, seeing a flash of light as you felt Resnick’s backhand across your face. 

“Just trying to make it look believable, sweetheart,” he sneered as he grabbed Brad’s wallet from his pocket, as you backed away. 

The moment you heard feet and urgent voices scrambling in your direction, he and Dave were already long gone. A female bystander sprinted to you, leaning on the ground to wrap her arms around you, while a man looked over Brad with a horrified grimace. Dirt, gravel, and real tears stained your face as you held the woman, the image of Dave emerging from the dark shadows of the alley like a wraith stuck to your mind. 

“I have to call 911…,” the man said, “shit…I---I think he’s dead.” 

The sounds of sirens traveled closer and closer across the sky as you sat numb and exhausted. The image of police officers and paramedics hovering over the scene came like reels of an old movie playing itself out for you in real time. Paramedics quickly ushered you towards an ambulance to check your vitals. Their faces were so close they were blurry, and their voices came to you in a barrage of questions. 

“It doesn’t look like any vitals were hit.”

“She has some redness on her arms, left wrist, and right side of her face.” 

“Miss, can you hear us?”

“Does it hurt when I do this?” 

You winced. 

“She’s in shock, let’s get her to the hospital.” 

“The police want to question her.” 

“Well, they can question her at the hospital.”

They rolled you as gingerly as possible into the ambulance. A few bumps jostled you in the final push. Just as the doors were closing you saw another set of paramedics rolling a stretcher with a black, zipped-up body bag on top.

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[serickswrites]

Just Exist V

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6

Warnings: violence, abandonment

Hero couldn’t believe that Villain would take them on another mission. Not after they had failed so terribly. 

“Existing is your mission, and you’re doing a great job.”

That’s what Villain had said, but Hero couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t believe that some punishment was lurking somewhere. Waiting for Hero. Perhaps Villain was waiting until Hero had finally calmed down, settled in, and then they would spring the pain. That’s what Superhero had done.

“I wouldn’t normally ask you for this, Hero,” Villain said as they guided the vehicle to the destination. “But I do need someone to back me up on this one. And everyone’s away, so it’s just you and me. And I won’t be upset if you can’t do it. We can always go home and try another day.”

“I can do it. I’ll help you.” Hero had been so eager to prove to Villain that they were useful. That they had value. 

Of course, everything had gone wrong. Hero had frozen the moment they saw where they were headed. They weren’t headed to Base. But they were going to a facility that Base protected. “Villain, I-I-I,”

“Breathe, Hero. It’s ok. I won’t make you go in. I just need you to keep the vehicle ready to go. That’s all. I won’t make you see any of those people again.” Villain pulled their cowl up and over their face. “I’ll be back soon. If I’m not back in ten minutes, don’t come looking for me. Head home and call Supervillain and tell them it’s all fucked.”

“I can’t abandon you.” Hero wouldn’t look at Villain. They couldn’t look because they would see the pity and the disappointment. And they couldn’t bear it. 

Villain’s soft, warm hand was suddenly on their cheek, guiding Hero’s eyes up. “You can. And you will. If I’m not back in ten minutes, I’m not coming back at all. And you need to keep on your mission I gave you, Hero. It’s the most important one.”

The ten minutes alone passed painstakingly slow. Hero hated every second of the waiting. And Villain did not return. But Hero couldn’t leave them behind. Not after everything Villain had done. With a shaky breath, Hero darted out of the vehicle and into the facility. Get in and get Villain. Get in and get Villain. Get in and get Villain. 

Hero froze once more as they found Villain, pinned beneath Superhero. They could see that Villain still drew breath, but they were in the worst shape they had ever seen anyone in before. Even Hero hadn’t been beaten that badly before. 

Before Hero could react and draw attention to themself, Superhero turned. “You?”

And that was all it took to set Hero loose. Hero raced forward, all their hidden rage, sadness, and fear balled into one. “LET THEM GO!” Hero roared as they pounced on Superhero. 

Superhero blocked Hero’s first attack. “You’re protecting Villain? You? What gives you the right?”

“They’re kind. They’re nice. They offer friendship, peace, and caring. They are everything you are not.”

Superhero smirked. “Those aren’t things you deserve for failure, Hero.”

“They are things I deserve! Everyone deserves them. I deserved them just because I exist!” 

Hero didn’t let Superhero reply. They pummeled Superhero until Villain’s voice made them stop. “H-H-Hero, that’sssss, enou-enou-enough,” Villain wheezed. “D-D-Don’tttt waste yourrrr en-en-energy.” Villain had managed to roll over enough to prop themself on a shaking elbow.

Hero stopped, their chest heaving. They had never let loose like that before. Organization kept them on a tight leash. So did Superhero. “Villain! How bad is it? What can I do?”

Villain lay back once more, closing their eyes slowly. “T-T-Take me h-h-homeee.” Villain’s voice was barely a whisper. 

Hero started forward, carefully scooping Villain into their arms. “I’m sorry. So sorry. I’m sorry,” they murmured as Villain whimpered at the movement. “This is my fault. You shouldn’t have gone in alone. I’m sorry.”

“‘Skay.” Villain’s eyes fluttered open. “’Skay, ‘ero.” Villain’s eyes closed once more and they didn’t open them again. 

“I’ll get you home. You’re ok. You’re ok. You’re ok.” Hero repeated the mantra the entire way back to Lair. They repeated the mantra the entire time it took them to carry Villain to the med bay. And they repeated it the entire time as they waited for Villain to wake. 

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[turvi]

Beauty and the Beast -1

Sirius Black x Plus size! Reader

Sirius was cachinnating in the library with his best friends as Madam Pince kept shushing him. The group quickly started talking again in hushed tones. Only one of them was not enjoying the group's childish behavior.

"You all are children" Remus groaned. All he wanted to do was peacefully read his poems in the library but it seemed like his best friends had other plans. They started reading what he was and as expected were laughing at their own stupid jokes. "If you don't want to read don't read it". He snatched his book from James' hand and tried to go back to his reading.

He was quite captivated until his friends Sirius started to read the poem in a horrible posh British accent. Remus just rolled his eyes and got up from his seat. He wandered and soon saw an empty seat beside a window and started reading his book in peace while his friends were still snickering amongst themselves when Madam Pince interrupted them again.

"If you boys don't pick up a book right now, you will have to leave the library."

The group immediately dispersed in different directions to get a book just to glance at it. Sirius was looking through the shelve judging the books by their cover when he spotted a book. He didn't know what it was about but he thought the cover is pretty and he might actually read it and find out if he likes the book or not.

He was about to pick up the book when someone else from the other side of the shelf took it. He was about to berate the person until he saw her eyes. They were beautiful. Those cold y/e/c eyes glaring at him with hate. But Sirius couldn't help but smirk.

"Hey"

She ignored him and sat in front of Remus. Sirius quickly took notice and sat beside Remus who groaned and was ready to push Sirius off the chair if he interrupts his reading again.

In his true nature, Sirius rested his chin on his palm and took in her features. He honestly didn't mean to stare but something about her kept pulling his attention toward her. Especially her chubby cheeks. He wanted to squish them so badly but respectfully.

"I can't help but notice we have the same interests" He was clearly amused by her not getting affected by her hateful glares. She continued to ignore him. On any other day, this would have offended Sirius. Her cold nature did throw him off balance but not completely.

"So you like reading huh?" Sirius asked with a cheesy smile.

"I just want to read in peace" Remus whined pinching his nose bridge

Sirius ignored him "So you have a name?"

She rolled her eyes and got up from her seat going towards Madam Pince to get her book issued. Sirius smiled in amusement.

"Huh, how does it feel to get rejected Padfoot?"

Sirius squinted his eyes at his best friend "I thought you were reading"

"I was but this was way more enjoyable watching a girl reject you not once but twice"

"Shut up Moony"

After sitting in a comfortable silence when Sirius interrupted his much-wanted silence "So do you know her?"

It was Remus' turn to roll his eyes "No Siri just because I spend my time in here doesn't mean I know everyone"

"You are being very moody today and it's not even full moon today," he said lowering his voice.

After another long silence, Sirius spoke up again "I wonder what her favorite color is"

Remus just closed his book staring into space questioning his life decisions.

Y/n closed the dorm door letting out a deep breath.

"Hey, you alright?" Audrey asked.

Y/n smiled at her long-time friend. She was thankful to have Audrey as her friend and roommate. Along with Audrey, she got extra three friends Nina, Martha, and Ralph Audrey's boyfriend who got to see the real side of Y/n.

"I am fine, something weird happened to me today"

"Oh let me gather everyone then we will all hear about it." Audrey didn't even take two steps when Y/n stopped her.

"We will tell them later."

"Ok then sit and tell me quickly what happened"

Y/n settled down and after another deep breath told her "Sirius Black was flirting with me today"

Audrey was gobsmacked "Oh Merlin it is happening... you are finally getting a boyfriend" she squealed

"Noo, Audrey calm down I am not giving in to his advances"

"Oh.... but why he is so cute and hot I would have more things to add if I knew him"

"Yeah, I don't know too much about him either but from what I have seen and heard he should be avoided" Y/n tried to reason with a hopeless romantic she shares her room with.

"But what if he is actually into you, at least talk to him you don't have to start a relationship immediately"

"Ok let's say I go up to him and say hey I am interested and he then calls me a fat freak in front of everyone" tears were now stinging in Y/n's eyes. Audrey shifted to Y/n's bed trying to comfort her. She knew how badly she was hurt by Marcus' words. He was Y/n's first boyfriend and also the guy that made Audrey realize she has a bad temper and can throw a great left hook.

"Is this about Marcus?"

"He made me feel like a monster" Y/n sobbed on Audrey's shoulder. If Audrey had a pang of slight guilt about punching Marcus it was long gone. He might have gotten punched for his actions but his words still Y/n more aloof than ever. "And you are forgetting he is Sirius Black he can flirt with an empty chair. I am sure he has already forgotten about me"

"I can't stop thinking about her" Sirius sighed with a lovelorn look staring the ceiling.

"Who?"

"That girl Moony, I know this sounds stupid because I just met her. But something is pulling me towards her."

"Well too bad she doesn't feel the same"

"Too bad I won't give up without trying"

"Is it because she rejected you, is this some sort of revenge? If it is I will suggest you against it" Remus said covering his face with his blanket.

Sirius only hummed when his brain finally registered what he said: "wait, so you do know her enough to tell me her name?"

"No dammit I don't remember her name, why is she so special anyways, you have spent a whole night with girls and never bothered remembering their names"

"I know my bad I apologized I didn't mean to forget their name I even gave them flowers and told them they deserve better."

"So what is it" Remus poked his head out of the blanket his sandy blonde hair disheveled.

"I honestly don't, maybe she is all I know is I just want to know about her, just sit there and listen to her talk"

"And he is gone, I think I am going to go to sleep"

Sirius hummed again his smile not leaving his face.

Part 2

@i-amtitania

A/n: I don't know man I try. Please REBLOG AND COMMENT if you like this shit.

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[spid3rpunksimp]

Hello this my first time doing this but if you don’t mind can I request a Hobie x reader where the reader is in a somewhat depressive state because they miss their best friend that they’ve been friends with for 6 years. And they haven’t seen them in  3-5 months but to them it seems like a year. And reader is having breakdowns at random times through the day. But tries to hide it and make it seem like they are ok but it’s obvious that they aren’t ok.

You can ignore this if you want

Ngl, I know this one is a personal request. I know how it feels to be depressed, or have depression for that matter. If I'm correct I hope you know that your loved and that it'll be okay

Just pretend

Bst.F/N=Best friend's name

I tear trickled down my check as I looked in the mirror, and hand over my mouth. I missed them so much. It was so painful to sit here without them. Memories of us sitting together and laughing at jokes that didn't even make since to our self's flooded my mind as more tears fell as knocking on the bathroom door broke the silence as I was cover the sound of my silent weeping.

"Love? A'e you alright?" Hobie said to be through the sound of the door as I wiped away my tears and tried to make my voice sound as normal as possible. "Yup! Just finishing up!" I said as I grabbed a mascara bottle and put some one, trying to hide any sight of the fact that I was just crying. Hobie knew about me and my best friend, he knew that they had moved away just about five months ago, he knew I was hurting because of it, but I was determined to make sure he didn't know just how badly this was affecting me, I don't want him to worry...

As I unlocked and opened the bathroom door I stepped out and hugged Hobie tightly with a warm smile on my face. "Coffee?" I said as I looked up at him with pleating eyes. It was something that really kept me going throughout the day. "Of course, love." Hobie chuckled back as I let go of him and started walking to the door.

Our entire drive there was practically silent. I stared out the window as I felt tears threaten to fall from my face as another flash back of me and my best friend flooded my mind once more. I thought about how me and my best friend would go out and get coffee together on Saturdays and we would simply talk about our life's. Before me and Hobie were dating I would tell her everything about our friendship and as soon as me and Hobie started dating I would tell her everything that was going on between our relationship. She was even there for me and Hobies first kiss.

"Love?" Hobie said in a worried tone as I jolted back to reality, looking over to him holding back the tears best I could, "You alright love? You ain't answer'in me and I've been tellin you we're here for the past minute." Hobie told me as I simply blinked wide eyes as I felt the tears begin to make their way out of my eye. "Sorry, must've spaced out there." I said as I unbuckled and got out of the car quickly, walking inside and to the bathroom as quickly as I could.

As soon as I got into the bathroom I broke. The pain was so much, I couldn't handle it alone but I had to. My best friend ended up getting a new number and had forgotten to tell me exactly what it was. It was killing me on the inside cause I knew I would most likely never see them again. As that thought came into my mind I broke once again, covering my sobs with my hand as someone else came into the bathroom. I felt steamy tears roll down my eyes, falling onto my ripped jeans as more and moire followed after, mascara becoming ruined.

After the person had left I took my hand off of my mouth and whipped my tears with a piece of toilet paper, throwing it away and walking out of the bathroom shortly after.

"Babe.." I heard Hobie say beside me as I stepped into the car. "Yeah?" I said giving him a smile. Looking at his expression my smile slowly faded as he examined my face. "Love what's going on?" he asked me as I simply looked at him blankly. "What do ya mean? I'm great!" Hobie looked at me concerned as he handed me my coffee and put the car into reverse and began to drive out of our parking spot. "Whatever you say.."

As the car drove by building after building, I felt tears come up once again as I took small sips of my coffee. I felt Hobies eyes on me. I knew he knew. It was stupid of me to think I could hold up a game like this for so long.

As we pulled into the parking lot and walked up the stairs towards our apartment it was silent. Tears pecked at my eyes and burned them as I held them back with all the force I could muster up. As we opened the door I couldn't take it anymore as I dropped the coffee entirely and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it. After, I turned the water on and slid down the door as loud, sad sobs erupted from my mouth. Tears ran down my cheeks and ran down my nose, face, and chin. Some tears went into my mouth as I tasted the salty water mix of sadness.

Knock knock knock

The knocks were genital. Soft and full of worry. "Please let me help." I heard a genital voice say as I covered my mouth. Hobie had been listening the entire time I was crying. Before I could stop myself I felt myself reaching up and unlocking the door, moving over to the wall behind the door as I felt it open quietly. "This is about (Bst.f/N) innit?" he said as he gave me a soft look, sitting down next to me and hugging me genitally. I shook my head.

"Its okay to talk to me about this stuff." hobie said as he moved me to his lap as I straddled him, putting my head on his shoulder as I sobbed louder as I felt him genitally pet me, playing with the bottom of my shirt as we simply sat there as I cried.

"It's okay, love. I'm right here."

I'm so sorry if this isn't exactly what you wanted it was just what I had come up with so yeah thank you for the request though!

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[thegoblinboy]

Hii, I really like your commentary on the situation in the fandom right now and I'm excited that you want to write steddie content too! I'd love to read about trevor (that's the quarterback's name right?) somehow finding eddie and punching him/beating him up and steve taking care of eddie's bruises or wounds afterwards. Of course, only if you're comfortable writing stuff like that, but I personally love hurt/comfort. Thank you so much!

Oh thank god I was really worried people weren’t going to really agree with me 😭. But yes of course I can write that! (And I think the guys name is Jason? I hope I’m thinking of the same guy as you or else I wrote the wrong guy lol. But I hope it’s ok but I’m going to combine this with another request I have because they tie together perfectly! (Plus it’s a hurt/comfort thing still anyway lol)

@feministfandomgeek (I hope this is ok with you too.)

(This one shot is split into two parts, but under the same post with the gif of the skeletons separating them.) Steve being taken care of is the first part and then Eddie being taken care of is the second part :)

Steve was finding a common theme with the past few days. Everyone kept on getting split up. He remembered the older days when everyone would stay together and make sure everyone was accounted for and safe. Now it seemed like just because majority of them were used to everything going on they felt like they could just separate. Dustin has been in a pissy mood with Steve sense he came through the portal. Almost as if he was jealous. So of course Dustin decided to stick with Lucas and Max, while Nancy and Robin split up again.

Though Steve is very positive that the only reason why they left him behind was because he was injured. That and he would be perfect to stay with Eddie. Who was currently freaking out and staring off into space around the trailer. Harrington recognized that look, the same one he had when Barbara disappeared near his pool. He moves to try and distract the other but winces as he nearly falls. Eddie seems to snap out of it as his arm moves around him quickly and look very concerned.

“Hey, Harrington not falling for me already are you.” He quips nervously. Steve rolls his eyes, it was already figured out that the other boy made stupid remarks when he’s anxious. Though Steve can’t help but chuckle a little as he winced more.

“Stop it, don’t make me laugh.” He winces as grunts in pain a little moving out of the others arm. “Ouch, ouch. You’re hands digging into my cut.” He whimpers a little in pain his face going white and nearly falling on his face. Now he knew why everyone left him with the wanted man. He would most likely hold them back.

“Shit, man. You are not okay.” Eddie says with his face scrunched up a bit as he moves to quickly move to his kitchen for first aid. Knocking everything over in the process as Steve rolls his eyes at the dumbass.

“Hm, let’s think Munson.” Steve says in a sarcastic tone. “I just had a pound of flesh bit out of me like I was some fucking meat popsicle stick. So yeah! I’m not going to be okay!” Steve snaps a little. In a lot of pain as he realizes that the adrenaline rush in the Upside Down was the only thing making him not notice the pain.

“Jesus Christ. I know! I know!” Eddie yells back. His hands shaking really badly as it seems to hit him to. Breathing in and out the best he can as he jumps up finding the stupid guitar shaped case that held bandages, ointment and other medical stuff. Steve breathes in trying to calm himself down as he moves to sit on the couch. But it seemed really disgusting and he didn’t want to sit anywhere near the gate.

Eddie looks at the gate before he’s moving over to the other moving a gentle hand to the others shoulder. Wrapping his arm around him a bit protectively, but if the other asks it was to only lead him. “Come on, let’s get you to my room so I can patch you up.” He says softly as he hears Steve let a pained laugh go.

“Jesus Eddie, if I knew any better you were trying to get me to bed. That bandana really isn’t for show is it?” Steve teases not really thinking about what the hell he was implying. He was in to much pain to think. That and he barely thought about what he said on the day to day basis.

Eddie freezes as he looks at the other scared. He had a more frightened look now then when they were facing demo bats. Steve catches onto this and looks serious as he asks. “Hey, what’s wrong? Did one of those bats get your tongue?” He asks with a soft laugh.

“No- it’s just… you know what the bandana in the pocket means?” Eddie says not moving them to his room. This seemed a bit important to him.

“Well yeah,” Steve says as if it’s basic knowledge before his eyes widen a bit, “Oh fuck, I didn’t mean to bring that up. Shit, are we talking about the same meaning right now?”

The two were anxious idiots who were stumbling over their words and talking over each other before Steve spits it out. It was obvious the other was to anxious to say anything.

“It means you’re gay right?” He asks as Eddie nearly faints right then and there. Nearly dropping the other in the process and Steve figures he hit the target. “Well, if it is um- I hope you know I don’t really care. Neither does Robin. Robin’s actually the one that told me about the bandana thing with the community, I just never wanted to bring it up.” Steve blushes as Eddie wasn’t saying anything.

Quickly snapping out of it just leading them to his room silently. Almost as if he was in shock. He sets the awkward boy down on the bed as he opens the box as he doesn’t say a word for a second just staring at the bandages.

“Ok, but why the hell would a straight boy like you need to know that.” Eddie says defensively. Steve blushes a bit as he rubs the back of his neck. He was sort of embarrassed that he was pushed onto the others bed but he didn’t want to say anything.

“So like, fun story. You remember Billy Hargrove? Well you see I kind of found his hair really fucking hot, his ass, and somehow he had boobs. Though he was a huge asshole, Um I met Robin. Who is very educated on shit. Like she knows a lot of shit. And she shared her knowledge and forced me to realize that being Bi is a thing?” Steve says shyly fiddling with his fingers as Eddie started to relax but also feel guilty.

“Oh- I, uh I’m sorry for forcing you to come out like that.” He apologizes as Steve shrugs a little face red.

“It’s cool- well it isn’t. But like I’ve been tortured by Russian guys and given a shit ton of drugs with Robin so this isn’t the worst thing to ever happen to me.” He admits as Eddie raises a eyebrow mouth falling open before he remembers what they were doing.

Moving and carefully taking the others bandages off, or Nancy’s shirt off as he grimaced a little. “Well, I’m still sorry. And I normally don’t get many boys in my bed so I’m going to have to apologize about any kinky joke I’m about to make.” He rambles out trying to distract the other.

Steve laughs a little as he watches the boy carefully bandage him up. Shivering a little as each of the others rings brushed up against his skin. His head tilting back a bit as Eddie snaps at him forcefully.

“No, you’re not allowed to sleep until we get you food and water.” He says seriously as he finishes wrapping the clothe around the others waist. Then moving to his dresser pulling out a baggie sweater that he thought the other would apreciate. It was one of his older Christmas sweaters, but instead of anything Christmasy on it it was covered in skulls.

“Here put this on Harrington.” He says as Steve laughs taking it from him as pulling it over his head with a wince. Then wrapping his arms around himself as he moves to stand up but Eddie pushes him carefully back on the bed.

“No, you need to rest up. Just- just don’t fall asleep.” Eddie comments as he moves to walk out of the room to then return with a bowl of Alphabet soup and crackers with of course water. Steve can’t help but laugh at the other as he shakes his head amused sitting up with a wince.

“Um- I want to thank you. I know I was a huge dick to you a few years back and I wanted to apologize for that. Though you are a lot less scary now that I’ve been with you for a while.” Steve says amused as he takes a bite of the soup before catching some of the letters on his spoon offering the other a bite.

“Here you’re probably starving to.” He says kindly and Eddie blushes as he moves to take a bite before snorting.

“Steve, did you seriously spell Bitch with a ‘s’?”

A few months later

Jason had been on Eddie’s trail sense the boat incident. Even though the other boy had been cleared of all counts of murder and proven not guilty by the government, Jason could not leave the other boy alone at all. He was having these horrible nightmares. The kind where you wake up with a sweat and every shadow in your room looks like some fucked up monster. The football player would never admit it but, at one point he refused to leave his small bed in the dark. Afraid something that Eddie came up with would reach out and grab his ankle. It got to the point where he refused to leave the bed in the middle of the night.

He had tried night lights in his room but it was extremely embarrassing and he was starting to have a bed wetting problem. Though he made sure to do his own laundry of course. It was his last straw when he seen that freak laughing with Steve Harrington and the group of Minnie freaks. So he decided to take matters in his own hands. He knew where Munson played DnD at. It was of course now at the Wheelers house.

The plan worked perfectly In his head. He was in his car secretly waiting for the moment he seen the other walking down the road. He knew that the other normally got a ride from Steve now. That and he walked a couple of feet away from the Wheelers house to smoke a cigarette. The boy barely made it away from the house before Jason was driving forward and bumping the other hard enough to send him forward onto the pavement. A loud Yelp and Jason knew he has only a few more minutes before someone catches them.

Hopping out of the car he’s not even thinking as he’s kicking the shit out of the other. Blood getting on his shoes as his face stay contorted up in a disgusted look. Spitting down at the other boy as he hears the wheelers door opening and a loud, “Eddie! Are you okay?”

Just like that Jason was in his car and gone, seeing a very frightened Steve Harrington running to a very beat up Eddie.

📼 🕰 🩹

Steve hadn’t left the other boys side when they were in the hospital. He wasn’t holding the others hand or anything but he did fall asleep with his head on the mattress awkwardly drooling. He was very aware the other had a concussion, and a lot of bruised bones. Dustin was just as worried about the boy. This has been expected for a long time now. Though Dustin couldn’t come in. It was a school night for him and his mother said no.

The next morning Steve’s startled by hands playing with his hair. Looking up startled he then gives a shit eating grin when he sees Eddie awake. “Oh my god Eddie you’re awake.” He says surprised as the other laughs before groaning a little.

“I feel like this is pay back for making you laugh when you were injured.” He winced as he sits up not wanting to lay back anymore

“Yeah, totally. I just fucking hired some hit man to come and run you over and beat the shit out of you for pay back.” Steve says sarcastically.

“Oh god Steve stop it, you’re making me laugh.” Eddie whines as he grimaced as Steve chuckles.

“Well you won’t be the last person I make laugh while we’re in bed.” Steve jokes purposely knowing the other would laugh again. He had discovered the others love for dirty jokes.

The nurse comes in to check on them. “Everything in here good boys?” She asks with a smile. And with discharge papers in hand she hands them to Eddie who groans already filling it out.

The second they returned to Steve’s place, as Eddie moved out from his Uncles. Both of them had agreed that it wasn’t good for Eddie’s mental health to live in a place where he watched someone die. Steve was taking care of him. Nothing but Steve slaving away for the other as they watched tv.

Eddie was getting better but Steve realized something was really wrong when he hears Eddie screaming out in his sleep. The other had taken over the guest room and wasn’t to far from Harrington. Steve was in the others bed within seconds shaking the other awake. Steve figured out awhile ago the other was a very sensitive person. And honestly he didn’t mind. He enjoyed taking care of someone else.

Eddie woke up clearly startled as he moves shaking badly. Steve doesn’t think and moves wrapping his arms around the other boy pulling him close to him. “Eddie it’s ok.” He whispers soothingly. “Everything’s fine.” He says softly as Eddie seems to relax a little before he’s pretty much tackling the other into the bed. Clinging onto him for dear life as he sobs a bit. Steve freezes a bit before he moves his hand to the others hair running his fingers through the curls. Letting the other let it all out.

When it goes silent again Steve realizes the other boy had fallen asleep on him. Laughing a little he just stays there for the other not moving. He found it funny out clingy the other could be. Eddie never knew what personal space was, so this wasn’t uncommon.

When Eddie wakes up it’s morning and Steve’s fast asleep on his back snoring. Eddie blushes as he gets up and decided to cook breakfast. And if the both of the avoid the topic through out the day, they didn’t care. It was of course awkward and everyone had noticed. But at the end of the night when steve was just starting to Doze off. Eddie walks into the room with a blushed face, and over sized Freddy Krueger hoodie no one has to know that he climbed in the others bed holding onto him like he was a hairy teddy bear.

OMG I REALLY ENJOYED THIS ONE SHOT AND I HOPE THE TWO PEOPLE WHO REQUESTED DID TO. (I’m really a simp for a soft and cuddly Eddie ok) if you guys ever want to request something ever again go right on ahead I’m like really bored. No one has been requesting anything lol.

Because I’m feeling nice here’s some bonus encounters I thought of.

Steve feeling like shit and unable to move and Eddie’s just forcing the other to learn how to play Dnd. That and Steve starts to notice how the other likes to hyperfixate on things.

The both of them have a long as smoke session which ends up with them making out for hours. They don’t talk about it but who has to know?

Steve ends up convincing Eddie to get a lip ring, because in his words “the guys dig that.”

Dustin is getting sick and tired of them constantly canceling on him so he shows up with no warning to find both of them shirtless and arguing about how many chest hairs Steve has

There are so many more I can think of but I’m lazy and have been writing all day lol but please! No one be afraid of requesting something :)

Why is Eddie a teddy bear?

#steveharrington #stranger things #eddie stranger things #steve x eddie #eddie munson #steddie #steve stranger things #Harrington #two awkward gays who don’t know what to do with each other #jealousy #eddyisagreatteddybearsoneshots

[companionwolf]

tonight's final Delta Green recap:

- have spent the past few days trying to get ready for this session emotionally; that effort has NOT paid off lmao (: <- he's on the floor crying on the inside

- basically this is me rn:

- here we go everyone

- wow holiday is strong.

- what's in the bag Monday.

- everyone clap for the horrors

- Monday WHATS IN THE BAG

- oh <- there's at least 6 stickbugs in the fog around the ceiling just Watching o_o;

- ah this is a cave.... cave count: 2

- aw the stickbugs didn't just immediately try to murder us when we tried to go further into the cave -- they gave a little warning buzz first, cute

- unfortunately we're still blowing up this place (or dying in the attempt to)

- OH SHIT THE BUGS ARE PISSED

- Jacob is conflicted; let's hope the choice he just made isn't a stupid one

- BAG BAG BAG BAG

- whatever Monday just threw EXPLODED and distracted the stickbugs; we love you ma'am

- oh fuck it's a stickbug and it Knows We Are Here

- OH SURE NOW YOU PASS YOUR SAN CHECK JACOB

- joy has fired the shotfun at the stickbug's tongue, commence combat

- HOLIDAY NO ):

- no wait they're OK (they just got slammed into a fucking wall its fine)

- um. 2nd stickbug stirring? 0_0;

- Jacob has the c-4 detonator . This will not end badly probably (it probably will)

- for .. at least a 3rd time I deeply regret not giving Jacob more in Firearms

- oh BTW they're about to get beset upon by many more stickbugs so like [stares very intently at the detonator]

- literal actual note our handler shared:

- 'what the fuck are you doing? run!' Holiday thank you I forgot I could do that (though Jacob blowing them all up wouldn't be entirely OOC at this point)

- IDIOT FAILED HIS ATHLETICS ROLL

- Holiday I am in your debt I will fight your wars (they kept Jacob from falling)

- Monday you're so badass <3 but if you die I'm rioting

- ^ NEVER LOVE ANYTHING EVER

- wait no she's ok

- but joy... is not D:

- JOY SACRIFICED HERSELF SO MONDAY COULD GET OUT IM -

-

- me rn:

- Jacob is going to have . So much grief

- anyway this opera changed my brain chemistry and I love that for me <3

#wolf barking #delta green #runs on gay and horror #i will never be the same

[she-waves-at-cats]

Ok, I really want to talk about it. I have thoughts that will rot my brain if i don't get them out.

I had a meltdown in karate class. (My entry for the "most autistic sentence ever uttered" contest if someone wants to organise one.)

It was my first experience of public overwhelm since my autistic realisation, so I can now see these events from a new perspective.

The how and the why: Intense day of mostly-positive experiences that included a phonecall (omg) with a job recruiter who was extremely nice to me. Also I forgot to eat lunch. By the time the evening class rolled around, I was in a good mood overall, but my brain had had enough I guess, so it started "shrinking". It was hard to coordinate movements, which stressed me out, so it was hard to recall movement sequences, which stressed me out, then we did an exercise with a partner and I was self-conscious, so I just froze... And then the teacher took notice, so he took time to individually drill me in basics, which was what pushed me over the edge. I know the basics, I'm so good at this stuff actually. I have more theoretical knowledge than any other student in that room, and he knows that, but seeing me fail once made him forget about all that. I cried. He lectured me, publically.

Here's something he thought was appropriate to say: "You're not supposed to be crying, you're supposed to enjoy the class."

Isn't this the most controlling, gaslighting bullshit an authority figure can say? You're not experiencing appropriate emotions, so I will now remind you what emotions you're supposed to experience. And I used to swallow things like that, hook, line and sinker. I used to grab myself by my own nonexistent bootstraps and beat myself into expressing emotions others can comprehend. That's what masking is, not a happy acting exercise, it's violence that you are convinced you have to exert on yourself.

But my real conclusion is that while up to a point, I could've prevented this event if I had read my own clues better (positive stress is still stress, and I was not careful managing my resources because I thought happiness was giving me more resources), OTHER PEOPLE MADE IT WORSE.

The teacher could've just let me do the exercises badly for one day. He could've just given me corrections like normal, without worrying I was not immediately improving. Without making it a whole thing where he pairs me up with another student specifically to watch me and correct me. And it's not like I didn't say "remembering things is hard for me today". He just didn't get that it means "leave me alone today, tomorrow I will remember things again". He did extra work with me that was completely useless.

And when I took my bag and left, the other female student followed me, wanting to know what happened, not taking "just a stressful day" for an explanation, kept asking if I was definitely ok, disparaged the men in the class for not knowing how to take care of a female friend, and then offered me a ride home. I let her drive me - I'd wanted to be her friend and was actually frustrated that she always came late to class and left immediately after, so we never had a chance to connect before. But man, was it hard to think of things to say in that car, when my mind was the size of a pea and my memory behind 3 vault doors.

It took a whole night of processing and then a whole day of being quiet and treating myself gently until I felt like myself again. If people had just left me alone, there would've been nothing special to process and recover from. I would've had a mediocre class, then taken a long walk home and remembered I was basically happy.

Showing that I struggled wasn't WRONG, exactly, but the problem is that if I show struggle, or god forbid a tear, people react in ways that make it impossible for me to calm down. And the worst thing is that none of the people in this story are neurotypical - we're adult karate nerds after all - but neurotypical methods of dealing with emotions are so ingrained in us, we think we will let a friend down if we don't pester them for more emotional work when they are already at their emotional limit.

I used to think that to get the support I want, I needed to communicate better. That day, I communicated. I was so articulate for someone who can barely think and talk. But people did not accept my true words at face value.

What we need is more education about autism before there's acceptance of alternative ways of experiencing stress and processing emotions. We are only taught neurotypical communication, to the point where we hurt each other.

#autism #actuallyautistic #autistic adult #autistic problems #autistic solutions #meltdown #i think i need a new tag for original text posts #lynn's words #that's my name

[jungle-angel]

Protector (Breath of Life Part 4)

Summary: No matter what, fathers will always be there for their sons

Notes: Might have references and touches of “Nightmare”, a shortfic I wrote about two months ago. Anywho....enjoy

Beep, beep......the tiny heart monitor blipped away

“August,” Bob murmured as he stroked the dark blonde tufts of hair on your son’s hair, sniffing back the tears that dripped from his eyes. “Hold on.....just a little while longer.....hold on for me and Mama.”

Beep, beep.......fainter than before.

Bob’s lips gently brushed the crown of August’s head, his chest growing tight as the beep of August’s heart monitor grew fainter.......until......

Bob could hear himself frantically crying out for Auggie, the baby’s tiny cries tearing and clawing at his heart, unable to do anything for him. He was practically screaming August’s name until his throat was hoarse. 

“AUGGIE!!!! AUGGIE!!!”  

He couldn’t see him, not in that hazy, red and black nightmarish void. Bob kept calling his son’s name, but to no avail.

The flatline reached his ears, loud and shrill........

“NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”

Bob snapped awake with a loud gasp, his heart racing at a dangerous pace and an awful, freezing sweat running down the back of his neck as he ran his shaky hands through his hair. A few tears dripped from his eyes, his lower lip and chin trembling, unable to keep the shuddering sob inside. 

He hardly heard the tiny cries coming from Auggie’s crib at the foot of the bed until he snapped out of it and realized his and (y/n)’s son was there......and alive. 

Bob threw aside the bedcovers and made his way to the crib, sticking his glasses right on the bridge of his nose to see better in the dark. He stripped off his yellow-orange shirt and carefully lifted Auggie out of his crib, bringing him to his chest the way (y/n) had showed him how. God Bob wished she didn’t have to go and get the others at the airport. He hated sleeping without her.

“Shhhhh, Auggie......Auggie it’s ok,” Bob croaked, more tears dripping from his eyes as he tried to rock his tiny son back to sleep. “It’s ok.....Daddy’s here, Daddy’s got you.” 

Bob still felt the tightness of his panic, needing to get outside and get some fresh air. Out to the back porch he went, carefully seating himself in the porch rocker with a blanket wrapped tight around Auggie. The ocean roared in the distance, crashing onto the shores while a warm breeze blew in from the west. Every time Bob looked up at the stars, he counted down the hours when the rest of Dagger Squad would be home from Bethesda and when (y/n) would be bringing them back from the airport. 

He wanted so badly to just shake off the nightmare, but the intensity had shaken him to his core. He and (y/n) had almost lost Auggie, the fear of the moment still lingering on his mind like a disease. 

The storm door to the porch creaked open just a minute later as Joe graced his son with his presence and a freshly rolled joint hanging loosely from his pencil thin lips. “Hey Dracula,” Joe greeted. “What are you doing up? It’s the Witching Hour.” 

Joe took one look at his son’s face, quickly noticing the thousand-yard stare that had entered Bob’s eyes. “Bobby?” he said. “Robby talk to me, what’s going on?” 

“I.......I can’t I.......I don’t know how.....” 

Joe tucked the joint behind his ear and knelt right next to the porch rocker. “Bob, people only go quiet like that when something’s on their minds. I’m not gonna leave you alone till you tell me what’s wrong.” 

Bob shifted a little, his arms still protectively encircled around Auggie. “We almost lost Auggie once,” Bob explained, trying to hold back his tears. “I don’t wanna lose him Dad.....I’m terrified we’re gonna lose him if something goes wrong.” 

“Hey, hey,” Joe said, snaking his arm around Bob’s shoulders. “I get it. After your Mom died I swore I’d lay down my life for you if I needed to. When I heard your name called at the Top Gun graduation, all I could think was, ‘Irene, I’d lay down my life for Bob, but for God’s sake don’t let it come to that. Every time you and the rest of the squad go on a mission I can’t help but think that.”

Bob knew his father better than anybody. It took serious balls for someone like Joe to admit that. 

“Auggie will be fine,” Joe promised him. “His Mimi’s lookin out for him....I know that much.” 

Bob wiped away a few stray tears from his eyes. “Thanks Dad.” 

“No problem Robby,” Joe answered. “You know, I was gonna smoke this but it can wait till after sunrise.” 

“Can you do me one favor though?” Bob asked. “Can you hold Auggie for a minute or two? (y/n) said she’d text me when Rooster, Hangman and the others get in.”

“Sure, pass him off.” 

Bob carefully lifted August and placed him in Joe’s hands before going back into the house. Joe couldn’t help but laugh a little, his grandson practically disappearing in the crook of his arms.

“We’ve gotcha little man,” he whispered. “Your Daddy, your mom and Papa.” 

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #joe floyd (bob floyd's dad) #august floyd #top gun maverick short fics

[nhstadler]

“Alright, Woodley?” James grinned down at me as though I had not just ploughed into him like every ridiculously clumsy teen film heroine. What was even worse, however, was the bright red smudge of glitter our impact had left right in the centre of his crisp white T-shirt. 

I had actually smeared gooey glitter on James Potter like a gross disco snail. 

Super.

“Shit, I’m so sorry.” I didn’t really think it through when I tried to wipe the sparkly slime trail off with my hands like a massive weirdo. I must have looked like I was groping him - very badly.

“Woodley, it’s fine.” James laughed as he grabbed my hands with his, pulling them down until he was holding them in place between us. And suddenly, just like that, we were sort of holding hands. “So, Katie was brilliant.”

Something behind my chest wriggled - like one of Professor Hagrid’s mutated giant grubs - though it couldn’t have been my heart; I was fairly certain that that had stopped a while ago.

“Yeah, she was.” I tried not to focus on it; on the gentle press of his fingers against my palms like this was a thing. Good Merlin, why didn’t he let go?

Somewhere behind him, a cliché group of Gryffindor Quidditch players kept shoving each other as they passed by, gazes flitting to us and Ryan Kastner, who was the laddest of all Quidditch lads, ruffled James’s hair in passing.

“Oi, mate!” James shouted over his shoulder, sounding exasperated, “straight to bed, yeah? All of you! I’ll know if you don’t.”

Kastner saluted him like a soldier and yelled, “aye aye, captain!” before winking very ostentatiously in my direction, but James only shook his head and turned back to me. I could have done it then: casually slide my hands out of his, pretend that I didn’t feel the unsettling tingling sensation when his thumb brushed against my skin. But I was useless - absolutely and utterly useless.

“Wow, Potter,” I said like I wasn’t losing my already limited cool over something he probably hadn’t even properly registered, “your team has to go to bed at 9:30 but you’re allowed to party?”

“What?” There was the briefest look of confusion on his face but then he grinned. “Are you taking me to a party, Woodley?” 

“I - no…” I frowned, half-distracted by the feeling of his fingers loosely interlacing with mine and the familiar dimple in his right cheek. “You’re having a party.”

He was still grinning, fingers weaving between my own - slowly, methodically - tugging me a little closer in the process. “I am?” 

My breath caught then - because this didn’t feel unintentional anymore - and I looked down to our entangled hands.  Holy Circe, I was not OK. How was this so easy for him? Like it was nothing. Whatever he thought he was doing, it had to end right there. I had to end it. 

“OK, stop taking the piss, Potter.” I took a step backwards, stumbling slightly as my heel caught on a discarded bottle rolling around the ground, but I refused to let this nerve wrecking thing go any further than this.

“I’m not! I swear.” He laughed, because, of course, he wasn’t losing his shit over vague and possibly coincidental hand-holding like an overly excited second year. “There’s no party. None that I know of, at least. I can’t risk having half the team hungover tomorrow.”

I stared at James, forgetting to panic for a second. So there really wasn’t some wild, secret party tonight. For some reason, I was stupidly relieved. “That’s unexpectedly mature of you.” 

“Unexpectedly? I’m mature as fuck.”

#hntbaw #hpfanfiction #nextgen #fanfiction #jamessiriuspotter #hownottobeawoodley #Spotify

[princecharmingtobe]

I know this is a never ending issue with me but I am, once again, dwelling on and venting about that DM.

BF suggests it’s because I never really got any closure for my issues with him. Could be true.

Thinking about how some of his characterization in game contradicted with his actions and words out of game. And while I know the player is not the character, this was a thing in all of his characters, NPCs and PCs, regardless of their differences. 

All of his characters were tall, and liked to look down on people, literally. And with his PC specifically he kept increasing how tall he was any time someone was said to be taller than him. Started at like 6′ then by the end he was describing him as being “Like 8 feet tall” when anyone was said to be bigger than him. Possibly to note, he was a pretty big guy irl. I remember after the first boss fight in the campaign he ran, when Jack griped that he wasn’t paying him enough, he described him (same character, now as an NPC) towering over and looking down on Jack while asking if he had a problem with their agreement, obviously trying to intimidate him. And Jack’s 5′9″, so while he’s not super tall, he’s also not tiny by any means. Jack of course just responded by using his boots of flying to float upward until he was “taller” instead lol

More importantly, all of his characters were violent, and condescending. You said something they didn’t like? Good chance you’re gonna get punched in the face. As a PC he often got in trouble with NPCs for acting cocky and threatening them (idiot threatened Jarlaxle on his own ship, DM was merciful and just had them prank him). He even acted hostile toward other PCs at times, especially if we didn’t treat him like the party leader. And as a DM, nearly every encounter that could turn violent did. You hear about players who want to fight everything, but we consistently tried to use diplomacy, having made characters built for it since we were told we’d participating in a war. But most of the time we weren’t even given a chance to roll for it because the NPCs, enemy or “ally” alike, were so fucking quick to attack. And many of these characters were depicted a noble, heroic. Note the previous post I made from Jack’s POV calling out the “good guys” on how they treated him and Rowen. This was overwhelmingly done by the NPCs. 

You insult someone? Violence. You disagree with someone? Violence. You say anything that even vaguely goes against their sense of what’s “good”? Violence. His characters were overwhelmingly violent, even and especially the ones portrayed as In The Right, and often directed at the party. 

And yet, how was he in real life? Very holier than thou, preachy attitude about how “it’s never ok, in any circumstance, to put your hands on someone.” Like, I had to bite my tongue when the whole fiasco with Will Smith happened cause he was so annoying about condemning him for it. For the record my opinion is I don’t think anyone was in the right but I do understand why he reacted that way in the moment. Mr. DM didn’t like that answer. 

I think I wish I could just talk to him, just get a little peek at what the hell was going through his head all that time. I wanna know whyyyy. And I probably never will, and that kills me a little. I so badly just want to let this all go but it just keeps bubbling back up.