#Metal's a POS but he's trying okay

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The Pink and The Blue

A derivative of a young master and helper AU. Yeah.

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OKAY BUT YOURE SO REAL FOR SAM!!! He is….. sobs. (/pos)

Anyeay

Might have penacony spoilers? Haven’t actually played it yet but I’ve seen his model and heard shit through the grapevine so. Idk

Okay so he’s like, an extraordinarily violent semi human cyborg thing or whatever BUT what if he carried his partner, fucking everywhere, regardless of size. Everywhere. I choose to believe he cannot feel pressure through the metal but he CAN feel heat so he’s like constantly touching his partner (esp if they run hot) and he just so happens to be inhumanly strong so. Why wouldn’t he just carry them around?

Idk how your writing requests really work but I saw that you write for sam and my brain instantly exploded so. Hopefully this idea rattles around in your brain as hard as it did mine lmao.

YOU GET IT, SAM IS SO-

Ugh I’m just. Literally whatever he wants I will get it for him-

Lore discussion for Sam so spoiler warning-

But yes he’s a “remnant of Glamoth's Iron Cavalry — a genetically engineered warrior…” so if I refer to him as a robot that’s just because it’s easier than “genetically engineered warrior” haha so YEAH I’m AWARE he’s NOT a robot it’s just easier to call him a robot…

But okay onto the ask-

The way I’ve had TWO asks about Sam picking up and carrying around his partner I’m obsessed…

But why wouldn’t he? He’s literally superhumanly strong, he can pick you up EFFORTLESSLY, and you seem to like it when he does it so…

It’s funny, he wants to show you something and instead of just saying, “hey follow me,” he just scoops you up off the couch and carries you to whatever he’s trying to show you.

So YES what you said about him not feeling pressure is interesting-as far as I can tell he is Literally a killing machine, I’m led to believe that’s Actually what he’s made for…so it takes him a while to learn how to be gentle enough with you-

At first it’s a lot of “SAM you’re holding me WAY TOO TIGHT!! Put me down-” and not to mention he definitely runs hot with all that fire stuff…so if he’s not managing his temperature when he picks you up…ow, HOT METAL-

The amount of times Sam has accidentally hurt you is sadly pretty high…

You still remember the first time you tried to hold his hand-the robot almost broke your fingers-

Getting distracted, BACK TO THE FOCUS-

Sam carrying you around and you get to a closed door so you think Oh surely he’ll put me down so he can open the door but NOPE he just holds you with one arm so he can open the door AND keep ahold of you. Whoa-

Kafka definitely makes jokes about how you’ll forget how to walk with Sam always carrying you around, but she genuinely thinks it’s cute that big bad Sam is such a softie for you.

But yeah once he gets the hang of holding you without injuring you it’s pretty nice honestly.

Also him just being fascinated by being able to feel your body heat is SO-

He’s different from you, he really is. You are much more…delicate. You’re really alive and much softer and you actually trust him enough to let him touch you. Frankly, he’s a little obsessed.

He gets a little…protective, lowkey possessive when he’s holding you…scary for anyone else, but you have never felt safer.

You’re also most of his impulse control and he can’t be all that violent and insane while he’s got his favorite person in his arms, I mean what if he HURTS you in the process? So that’s a plus too.

Seriously, it’s magic to see how that maniac robot actually calms down when you’re involved.

You can really be like, “Sam I think you need to pick me up for a little bit before you hurt someone-” and he actually listens to you, it’s great.

Ok that’s what I’ve got haha, please carry us Sam~

[olivyh]

YOUR WRITING IS SERIOUSLY CRAZY GOOD!!! i love it so much..!!! makes me tear up a little../pos

was wondering if you could make something similar to your ruggie x reader 'Tired' fic...^_^ but with jamil!!! Completely okay if not!! make sure to have a good day, and again! LOVE UR WRITING SO SO MUCHH!!! <3

A/N: TYSM!!! <<<<333333333333333!! I'm so glad you enjoy my work! I hope I did this one justice (I have to learn how to write Jamil a little better;;;)

TW: Poisoning, injury

Braiding his own hair had always been therapeutic. 

His hair had been the envy of many and was the sole item that gained him the most attention. Jamil was often identified by his long locks that cascaded down his back, tied up in a loose ponytail with delicate braids weaved within. The small bells that clicked softly with his footsteps grounded him when he needed it the most- the often cool metal bringing him back to the present so he could do what he needed. 

When he was young, his hair was identical to Kalim's. It was cut short, the choppy bangs making way for his narrowed steel-grey eyes. Jamil never thought much about it- he'd even enjoyed looking like his friend, even if only for a few months until it would be cut short again. His frustration would be taken out through dancing- when he realized far too young that he would have to be limited and could never be the best at something. 

The day he'd realized that his fate was predetermined, that he would be doomed to live in someone else's shadow for the entirety of his life, he began to despise his hair. He pulled at it in the darkness of his bedroom, gasping through sobs as he writhed on the mattress and his breath hitched with every pained wail as he tugged at his sore scalp, wanting nothing more than to change, to be different. He didn't want to be a copy of someone else, he wanted a chance to be better than what he was. 

Jamil had seen the toll it had taken on his parents- their weary gazes as they sadly told their children to keep their heads low, the way their lips quivered when both Jamil and Najma were forced to enroll in self-defense classes to protect the Al-Asims, their hushed reassurances when both children would come back from the aforementioned classes, bruised and bleeding, shaking as they gazed up at their parents with wide, confused eyes. 

The Viper couple had always had an air about them- an air of hopelessness, of despair, almost. 

Jamil had wanted nothing more than to save them from that, to see his parents smile the way they had in their wedding photos. He would sometimes sit in his hallway and stare at those photos, trying to piece together what had gone wrong and why his parents never looked at one another like that anymore. Was it work? Was the constant pressure of being responsible for the Al-Asim's wellbeing getting to both of them? Jamil had sometimes thought about what it had been like for the both of them- born to servants, falling in love with servants and having children for the sole purpose of being servants. 

Jamil had known that they didn't have him and his sister for the purpose of being a servant. It was just... a coincidence. His existence was merely coincidence. 

A coincidence that had brought tears to his eyes when he first realized it, and one that he hopes his sister will never find out (he knows that she figured it out already, and he tried to ignore the way her muffled cries drifted into his room that night).

He had started growing out his hair in near-defiance. A way to prove his own freedom, to make his own decisions. He could do what he wanted to his hair- he could dye it, cut it, braid it. His hair was his freedom, and he had spent hours trying to find the right oils and shampoos to use, experimenting with different temperatures and seeing how the air around him affected it. He had tried hairstyles so late in the night that his arms ached from the effort well into the next morning. 

His hair by middle school was well past his shoulders and was already the object of his sister's whining and jealousy. His parents asked him why he didn't cut it, and he had fought them on it for weeks. 

Running his hands through his hair was his therapy, styling it was his own form of meditation when his heart felt as though it was going to burst from the pressure and the workload gave him migraines that pounded his skull until he took a well-deserved nap (which he rarely had the time for). 

He used to have a singular form of therapy, he used to dance and dance and dance until his feet burned and sweat poured down his face and soaked his clothes- sweat that hid the tears that would often spring to his eyes and stream down his face during these moments when he realized that he only truly felt free within the confines of his bedroom. He used to dance until the music caused his ears to ring well into the night, spinning and twisting to a rhythm that pounded in time with his heartbeat and his palms hitting the floor with a frustration that could only be matched by the quick tempo. 

The overwhelming throb in his heart sometimes only increased with the movements, the deep ache that could not be quelled by his quick turns and spins as he threw himself to the ground, gasping and panting as he lay on his back, the cold wood of his floor seeping through his sweaty tanktop as his lip quivered and he sobbed quietly, the music now a dull hum in the deafening silence of his room. 

When he had been poisoned, he had lost his ability to dance for weeks. He remembered the day vividly, waking up in the hospital, his head feeling as though it were full of stuffing and the world spinning until he was trying to swallow down the nausea that rose as his stomach clenched so painfully it made tears spring to his eyes as he whimpered for his mother just as he had when he was a child, begging for her to take the pain that was consuming his body away. 

It took him a week to be able to stand again, and another to stand without feeling that same nausea that would render him immobile for hours. He couldn't dance for a year, the spins suddenly becoming too much for his body to handle and the quick movements, once fluid, now being jittery and shaky. He no longer would feel the rush of adrenaline after a good routine, the satisfaction of perfect choreography as he became one with the music. He would stumble, and his head would spin until he had to rest against the floor to catch his breath that seemed to be running faster and faster with every passing second. 

Jamil lay in bed that night and stared, trying to will his shaking hands to still at his sides. He wanted to cry, to scream and to kick and to wail until he didn't have to be terrified day in and day out, until he could be freed from this agony that was a lifetime of servitude and danger. 

He had taken his time to begin caring for his hair more, to consume hours upon hours creating spells and figuring out how to flick his wrist properly to braid and twist his hair. 

He was normally so protective over it, smacking away anyone who would try to run their hands through the fine silk or who would come near him with scissors to trim the ends. His hair was his individuality, and the thought of someone else having control over it hurt his heart and made his stomach twist and burn as he recoiled from the thought alone. 

So Jamil didn't understand why he felt so...safe. Safe with his head in the prefect's lap, face buried in their thighs as his hand rested on their knee, rubbing it comfortingly with his thumb. Their soft humming brought him a comfort that he hadn't known since he was a child and filled him with warmth. The care they treated him with as their hands ran through his hair gingerly, treating each strand as though it were made of solid gold. Their nails were gentle against his scalp, gingerly twisting and braiding the thick black hair that cascaded down their thighs and splayed against the mattress like vines ready to flower against the soft silk of his sheets.

He felt protected with them, as though his worries were all melting away with the sun that sank below the horizon, casting the entire dorm in the shades of a warm fire that sent embers floating into the open sky- free to venture until they burnt out and became one with the stars. For the longest time, Jamil had longed to become one with those stars, to shine as brightly as they had, unbound by fates and surrounded by possibilities. 

For the first time in his life, Jamil had options. He no longer had to battle alone, no longer would be forced to swallow the poison that bound him to a lifetime of servitude. The shackles would remain until he and Kalim would come to an end, but their weight was lifted. The prefect took those iron bars and lifted them in their own hands, no matter how much he pleaded for them to allow him to carry this heavy burden on his own, that the weight he could carry was no issue to him despite the burn in his arms and neck as the years progressed. They lifted the chains, and he suddenly felt as though he could breathe again. 

As if on cue, his shoulders rose and fell in a sharp sigh as he felt tears well in his eyes, his hands pausing on his lover's knee as their ministrations on his hair stopped, making him frown. 

"What's wrong?" They asked quietly, voice barely a whisper above the winds of the desert and the soft chatter of the other Scarabia residents. 

"Nothing," Jamil said. "Everything." He finally admitted, feeling the weight lift off his heart ever so slightly. 

"Wanna talk about it?" 

"Not now," He would rather never talk about it, to protect them from the life that he had been forced to live and to keep them safe from the possibility of becoming a servant themselves- perhaps even the possibility of their own children becoming servants, then grandchildren, then great-grandchildren. "Spiraling."

He could feel their smile despite having not turned onto his back to face them as their hands continued to thread through his hair gently. The two have learned, through many small fights and trial-and-error, to speak to one another tersely. Jamil found that it was best that they know a little of what is happening in his mind rather than keeping it in the dark- even if his explanations were one or two words. 

"I'm sorry," They mumble, bending over to press a soft kiss to the shell of his ear. He hoped they didn't feel the shiver that ran up his spine nor the way that his heart trembled from the action. 

"Why are you sorry?" he choked out, breath caught in his throat. 

"I'm sorry you're in pain," he felt as though his heart was going to burst from the adoration he felt for the student, pure love spilling from the holes in the walls around his guarded heart and seeping into his veins. Finally, he rolls onto his back and gently raises his arm, raking his nails softly up their neck and winding around to the back of their head before pulling them into a soft kiss. It was far from their first, and Jamil could only hope that they never share a last, but it still made his stomach turn. 

"Please don't worry," He smiles gently, parting from the kiss and feeling a burst of pride from their dazed expression. Jamil lowers his hand from their scalp to their cheek, cupping it gently and running his thumb beneath their eye, brushing over their cheekbone and reveling in the way they lean into his touch and hold their hand over his own. I'm safe as long as you're here, he wants to say. Jamil wants nothing more than to hold them dear and to soak in all the affection they're willing to dish out to him. 

But he knows there's a time.

He feels that it's soon. Soon he could spill his heart out to them, soon he could cup their face and press their foreheads together and hold them so close to himself that it's nearly desperate and whisper sweet nothings against their lips and plead for them to stay greedily as he peppers their face in kisses and feels the way their chest presses against his with every breath. He wanted to hold them in those cold nights, the warmth of the both of them as they lay cuddled beneath the sheets peacefully as he tells them every single thought he's ever had about them, every single one of his wishes as though they could grant them as easily as any genie. 

He would trade in every last wish if it meant he had the courage to speak his mind at this moment, to watch their expression soften, or the way their eyes would widen when he would say what they wanted to hear. 

But there would be another time for that, he decides as he interlaces their fingers, still pressed against the prefect's warm cheek. 

"I love you."

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(A)PAF: Father-Daughter moment between F!Leo and his tot

Umm… minor spoilers if you haven’t seen my past (A)PAF posts (honestly it doesn’t spoil the main story/plot) but I couldn’t help myself :D I was in a mood (/pos)

Check out the sibling snippet between the tot and Casey it for more family fluff :)

Leonardo yawns as he exits his train car, nonchalantly searching for little Lou. She wasn’t in bed when he woke up, and there were no signs that she was hiding anywhere in their room. So, before he panics, he decides to search the lair in hopes of finding her.

“Lou? Where are you?” He calls out to the lair, hoping to catch even a chirp of excitement or the tiniest, muffled giggle.

“She’s over here!” Mikey calls out from the direction of the stairs.

“What is she doing upstairs?” He asks as he takes the stairs two by two, skipping the final steps to the top and jumping up. He rounds the corner and finds Mikey laying on the ground in front of an open sketchbook and a packet of crayons. In front of Mikey is Lou, lying on her stomach and her tiny fist gripping a crayon. Her entire arm moves quickly, scratching the tip of her crayon on her paper like she was recording the most important information.

Leonardo steps over and stops to crouch next to Lou and watch as she scribbles a thick layer of green crayon. He taps her shell once and asks, “What are you drawing, Lou-Boo?”

Lou suddenly pounces for a blue crayon, nearly hissing at Leonardo’s hand that got too close to it, then returns to her coloring.

Leonardo raises a brow and looks at Mikey for answers, but the box turtle is barely keeping it together, trying to stop from laughing out loud. It makes the elder slider roll his eyes and opt for lying down on the floor and grabbing a piece of scrap paper and a black crayon.

The slider draws the lines for a game of Tic Tac Toe before pushing it to Mikey as he asks, “Are you drawing yourself, Louie?”

Lou growls low, a petite sound that is nowhere near threatening, but enough to show she wasn’t pleased with Leonardo’s question.

The slider nods and mumbles to himself, “Okay, it’s not Lou.” He takes the paper back from Mikey after a small orange X is drawn in the middle square. He hums aloud and draws an O in the upper left corner then asks, “Is it Leo?”

A sharp hiss from Lou.

Leonardo stifles his laughter and passes the paper back to Mikey. “Come on, Leo’s not that bad. He didn’t mean to trick you.”

The little turtle huffs and pouts as she continues to scribble on her page, crinkling the corner as she glares at her artwork.

Leonardo smiles, a fond curl of the corners of his mouth and pure adoration dripping from his eyes unbeknownst to him. He reaches over to pat her head and tap her diamond stripe before handing her a new blue crayon. “Is it Papa?”

The corner of her mouth twitches for a brief second before her pout returns and she leans in closer to her paper, nearly pressing her beak into it. A soft churr rumbles from her chest but she doesn’t deny it.

Leonardo sets the blue crayon beside her paper and she pounces on it before shuffling back in place.

Mikey pushes the Tic Tac Toe paper back but before Leonardo can even attempt to reach for it, Lou pounces for the paper and shoves it into her mouth.

“Lou!” Mikey and Leonardo exclaim and lunge for the little turtle.

Lou shuffles backward before turning and making a run for the stairs.

Mikey and Leonardo scramble to their feet, slipping on crayons and loose papers. Leonardo braces Mikey’s head as he lunges for the stairs, yelling after his daughter, “Lou! Spit that out!”

Leonardo stumbles down a few steps, accidentally sliding down a few more before he finally rolls to the bottom. At the bottom he sees Lou running toward the kitchen, a mischievous grin on her face as she chews faster and faster.

“Lou Hamato!” Leonardo calls out and nabs a broken piece of the stairs’ handrail—more like breaks off a piece that is rusting away. With a flip of the broken metal, it transforms into his familiar blue katana and opens a portal before disintegrating the temporary form. He jumps through to find Lou trying to hide in a half-empty box and jumps to snatch her.

“You little—,” Leonardo teases before interrupting himself and lightly tossing Lou into the air.

The small turtle bursts into a fit of giggles, dropping the balled-up wad of paper covered in saliva. She holds her stomach as she laughs her little heart out, shaking her head “No” with the brightest smile.

Leonardo catches Lou one last time, not bothering to lower her from the air, and henceforth imprisoning her in air jail. He raises an amused brow and asks, “Did you have your fun?”

Lou reaches out for her father, tiny hands opening and closing for him to come closer. Her bright smile hasn’t faded and small pieces of wet paper slowly slide down her chin.

“You can’t eat paper, it’s not good for you. If you’re hungry just ask Papa, okay?” He lightly scolds as he can’t bear to ignore her little plea to be held close. He presses a little kiss on her diamond stripe before holding her forehead to his own.

Lou’s tiny hands grab at Leonardo’s cheeks and bandana, trying to pull him even closer until he finally gives in again.

The happy father hugs her tightly, pressing his cheek against his daughter’s as he coos, “My little princess!”

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whats the most iconic/memorable thing abt ur friends

//I wanna name some moments for some funny sillies/ih

Yami - Furina kinnie but forgot to include Furina in her muse list(man, the kin moment nailed it-), the times she just drag me away to Disneyland by rope/car 🥺, debt counter recorder,,,, angelfish <333

Tae - Okay okay like- Rouge va moment- storyteller arc, Technically Tae nailing voice acting stuff- Alice and a bit of Demi energy kinnie <333

Nakki - Morningstar kinnie discovery, little meow meow arc, Lurker cat, also mannnnn- yokai Ace guardian arc in Minecraft I;;; (I also can’t forget how cute he was in Riddle skin help;;;)

Orange - she just did a magical girl fruit moment in front of me before/ih , I love her art even when she draws my precious Beatriz x Rosalyn ship,,,

Mandi - She once tried to get away with it by drawing cute Shepherd x Puppeteer after slandering <///3 I luv her tho/platonic 😔

Kory - moments where they got down bad for Laurence, failed rizz moments, Spooder,,, The times they took out the ant runaway image got me killed;

Fifi - the true goat who can eat everything, also probably Laurence’s trashcan when trying to get rid of scraps <333/ih

Four - Being a floyd kinnie despite wearing a mushroom hat before, sending unhinged Floyd images, and peace out at interesting occasions;; <33

Beth - the type who would tickle peeps as love language, Fluttershy kinnie, also I still can’t get over how she voice acted Shadow and Knuckles like help is so good;;

Klai - My henchman, who just can’t stop running her mouth and somehow does questionable things I can’t comprehend <//3 /ih

Joe - the Communion’s creator, hot topic’s lost founder, also a metal music listener :DD /ih/pos

Sleepy - Sends me yummy food pics I think I immediately starve when seeing them, bless her for smacking and yeeting Klai on my behalf/ih,, also the Yumi x Riddle agenda she gives 🥺✨✨

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A/N: Huhu👀 finally chapter 5 is here👀 I hope you’ll enjoy it! But you’ll hate me in the end, I’m sorry not sorry

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: pierced nipples, a bit boob worship, gentle sex, arguments, Joseph Rogers is a shit here, cliffhanger

Soft and gentle kisses woke you up, while curious hands explored your body, especially your pierced nipples. A gasp escaped your lips, while you slowly turned onto your back. “Stevie…why you wakin’ me up, baby?”, you mumbled, rubbing your eyes, before looking at the boy holding you. His eyes had a wicked and slightly sleepy shimmer, his hair was sticking in all directions, a big smile on his lips. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I’m just…curious. They are so pretty…I’ve never seen pierced nipples…or real boobs, I guess?”, he mumbled the last part to himself, pulling his eyebrows for a moment together.

Once again you started grinning, cupping Steve’s cheek in your hand. “You’re cute, you know that?”, you kissed his other cheek, making him blush a deeper red than he already was. “Real boobs better than the ones in porn?”, you teased him, wanting to see the blush deepen even more. And that’s exactly what happened.

“Yeah-I mean…yhm…I don’t watch a lot of po-“ “don’t even try to lie” “yeah, okay. I do. You’re right. But yours are prettier. You are beautiful. The whole you”, he started nervously rambling, bringing a quiet laugh out of you.

You pulled Steve closer to you, kissing him gently on the lips. “You’re such a sweetheart, Stevie”, you whispered quietly, feeling how your heart was pounding. Having him this close to you made your whole heart swell. You’ve never thought the butterflies were something real, but…you felt them.

Steve kissed your cheek one more time, before slowly kissing down your throat, till his lips found your nipple and licked over the metal ring. Gasping you buried your hand in his soft hair, pulling him a bit closer. “Steve-“, you sighed. You felt him grin against your skin, while he started pushing his hips against your leg.

You felt your pussy throb as soon as you felt his dick grind against your leg, leaking precum onto your skin. Pulling his head up by the hair you kissed his jaw, up to his cheek and back to the soft and rosy lips. “First drawer, grab a condom”, you whispered, watching as Steve leaned over you, searching with his hand for the item but instead pulling a vibrator out. His skin turned a dark red, while he giggled quietly. “Do you use it often?”, he whispered curiously, even though he still had a blush on his cheeks. You nodded, grinning and slowly pulling him over you. “Yeah, we could use it together sometime, if you’d like…” Steve bit his bottom lip nodding. After putting it once again aside he finally found the condom. You watched as he ripped open the packaging, winking at you playfully. He took the condom and slowly pulled it over his cock, before positioning himself at your wet entrance. Wrapping your legs around him, he slowly pushed into you, watching as his cock disappeared in your tight pussy. Fuck, he could do this all day.

A gasp escaped your lips when he finally bottomed out, filling you to the brim. It was incredible how he made you feel. His cock brushing along your sensitive spot with how thick he was. “Fuck, Steve-baby you feel so good”, you whispered into his hair, sucking at his earlobe. Moaning against your skin Steve started moving his hips, slightly off rhythm and inexperienced, but somehow it was perfect. He was giving you all this. Himself. He trusted you enough to be completely vulnerable-of course he was technically even more vulnerable yesterday, being tied up and letting you ride him, but…somehow this felt even more…meaningful than yesterday. It was tender, loving. It made your whole heart ache.

God you’ve been craving that kind of intimacy for so long…it terrifies you. All this is so much.

And yet not enough.

You crave more. You want more. You want Steve to be your forever.

The last time you felt loved was…you couldn’t remember. It was never so intense like this. You’ve never felt for someone so much, not even for your ex-fiancé and you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him? God, you’d have missed so much.

With Steve you knew you could be happy. You’d be loved. You are loved.

For a moment you felt tears well up in your eyes, but you didn’t want Steve to notice, so you pulled him even closer to you. Held onto him like he was holding you above water. And maybe he was. Maybe he saved you from drowning, which you’ve been doing for the past years. And you’ve never noticed how hollow and lonely you were before meeting Steve.

Steve’s soft breathing brushed along your throat, making your whole body erupt in goosebumps. With every thrust Steve seemed to become more confident, starting to move his hips a bit harder, hitting your sensitive spot a few times. Everytime he does it, you can’t stop yourself from moaning his name against his ear.

Not long after you are a trembling moaning mess, your arms and legs wrapped around Steve, leaving red marks along his back with your nails. “Fuck, you’re so good, baby. Make me feel so good”, you whispered, burying your hand in his hair, pulling him away from your throat, only to pull him into a passionate kiss.

He moaned into the kiss, before kissing down your throat to your chest, sucking and licking at your nipples like a man possessed. His tongue circled around your ring, playing with it. “God I can’t get enough of you”, he whispered, looking up at you, his lips pink and swollen, shiny from spit…god, he looked so kissable.

So that’s exactly what you did.

You could feel your heart jump to your throat and butterflies fluttering in your whole body.

Yet the kiss was interrupted by your moan, when Steve’s fingers found your clit. “I want you to come. I want to feel it”, Steve purred, kissing you once again.

Normally you’d retorted something, maybe turned the two of you and take back the control, but this was so much different that how your sex usually was. With Steve everything seemed and felt so different.

You pulled at his hair lightly, biting into his throat a bit harder, already knowing it would leave a mark, maybe a little bruise.

The pain added to Steve pleasure, making him groan, his thrusts getting sloppier. “Fuck-fuck I won’t last much longer?”, he nearly whined, his words coming out like a question. You knew he was asking for permission-which definitely made your heart sore. He was so, so perfect. „Come for me, baby. I’m right behind you. I’m so close, too. You’re so good. My perfect boy“, you whispered, kissing along his throat.

Steve latched onto your nipples, again, sucking and licking around them, definitely leaving more than one mark behind. His hips stuttered and he buried himself deeper inside you, grinding into you, filling the condom. His twitching cock was pressing right against your soft spot, his fingers still playing with your clit, his lips worshiping your breasts…it was enough to throw you into a blissful orgasm. Your head fell into your neck, making you arch your back against Steve’s hot skin. „Fuck, fuck, fuck, Stevie…“, you gasped, your legs shaking around Steve’s lean waist.

Riding out your orgasm with Steve’s fingers still stimulating your bundle of nerves and playing with your pierced nipples, you felt him softening inside you. Breathless your head falls back into the pillow. If you could, you’d just go back to sleep. But you couldn’t, you had to go to work…and Steve to school!

You opened your eyes (when had you closed them?) looking at the panting Steve cuddling you, his head on your chest. “We have to get up, sweetheart”, you kissed his head, making him purr something inaudible.

„I mean it baby. We both have to-I have to go to work and you have classes”, Steve groaned against your skin, slowly lifting his head. There was a little pout decorating his blushing face, while he pulled his eyebrows together. “But it’s Friday. I don’t have classes until 10, so-“ “Baby, it’s Thursday and besides I have to go to work in an hour”, you mumbled after checking the time.

Steve immediately shot up, taking his phone, already standing up and first throwing away the used condom. “What? Oh god-I need to get home and get my stuff-and we have to eat breakfast-wait, I’ll make us breakfast. You go ready, pretty lady”, he pecked your lips, before hastily putting on his boxershorts.

You couldn't stop yourself from laughing quietly, while you slowly walked to your closet. While you were still buttoning your shirt up, your phone rang. Mr Rogers? What did your boss want from you at this time?

“Good morning, Mr Rogers, how can I help?”, you asked in a friendly tone, trying to ignore the memory of yesterday’s dinner. There was some shuffling on the other side, probably from moving the phone. “Morning, I need for you to pick up some documents from-” “I hope you like your eggs slightly burned-I kinda-“ Of course Steve had to walk into the room right now while you were on the phone with his father.

You shook your head, trying to let him now to be quiet. “-was that Steve? Is he at your place? What is he doing-“ “No, no. It’s not. It’s…my boyfriend, Mr Rogers”, you interrupted him, still looking at Steve. When he heard you calling him your boyfriend his lips split into a wide grin. A soft blush rising from his chest to the tips of his ears. He mouthed ‘I’m your boyfriend’ quietly, coming closer to you and kissing your cheek, not even feeling worried about your phone call with his dad.

“Are you sure, Y/L/N, I’m pretty sure I heard my son. Do you think I wouldn’t recognise his voice? I’m not stupid. We’ll have a talk today-“ The man talked, while you turned down the volume of your phone not wanting Steve to hear anything and get upset. You’d talk to his dad about it all and hopefully explain to him that you’re really…in love with Steve. The realization made your throat tighten Every time you thought about it.

Sniffing the air you pushed Steve gently away. “I think the eggs are still burning, baby”, you whispered, holding away your phone. Steve’s eyes widened and he ran to the kitchen, where you heard him curse.

After the call you put away your phone, sighing. This man was awful. Your own personal nightmare-also as a boss, he was just as bad to work with as the dinner yesterday.

Taking your purse, that you’d take to work, you took your suit jacket too and walked to the kitchen, where you watched Steve curse over the pan. A giggle escaped your lips, while you walked behind Steve and hugged him. “So what are we having for breakfast? Burned or not?”, you laughed against his back, suspecting he was already blushing. “I’m sorry, I think it’s not so bad but-you don’t have to eat it. I haven’t really made breakfast for anyone before…”, he rambled.

You kissed his neck, before turning off the pan. “I’ll eat it baby. I’m happy you tried to, it’ll be good either way, a bit burned doesn’t matter. We’ll just scrape it away and next time I’ll help you”, you said, seeing Steve smile down at you.

Steve’s smile dug into your heart, making a home there and not looking like it would go away anytime soon.

You had it bad. So, so bad…

You asked Steve to sit down at the table, setting the table and taking some juice out of the fridge. “It’s really nice…to finally sit with you at the table without math homework everywhere”, he laughed quietly. You had to hold back a grimace, being reminded that, yeah, he’s in fact a few years younger. Still in school. “Yeah, it’s nice to not have all the books around”, you smiled, sitting down with him.

Steve took one of your hands in his, kissing the back of your hand. “Can I come over after school? Maybe stay for the night again?” Steve asked after a few moments of eating. Nodding you looked down at your phone. “Yeah, I’ll be home around 5 - 6 pm, I’ll text you then.”

You two talked more than eating, not noticing how the time went by. “Oh shit, I’ll be late. I have to go”, Steve cursed, taking his plate and putting it into the sink before walking around the table and kissing your cheek. “Thank you for today-and yesterday-and for being my girlfriend”, he mumbled between gentle kisses, making you giggle. You looked up at him, before pressing your lips to his. He melted right against you-but quickly pulled away. His cheeks covered by a gentle blush.

He bit his bottom lip, before walking a few steps away. “I’ll come over later. Promise. I’ll get us some take out, maybe-“ he looked down at his phone to check the phone. “Oh shit-I really have to go. Bye! I love you!”, with that the door slammed shut, leaving you stunned.

On the other side Steve froze. He did not. But he did, didn’t he? He just said he loved you. Oh god, he didn’t mean to say it like that. But he couldn’t take it back, because, well, it was true. Just…an awful moment to confess it. In a hurry. Wow, Steve, great job.

Either way he had to rush to school.

You were completely stunned, looking at the closed door. So…that just happened. Okay. You hadn’t even time to say it back, damn it. Should you text him? No, this would be worse. You’d tell him when you’d see him in the evening.

A few minutes later you made your way to work, but arriving there you found Mr Rogers in your office. A box on the desk and all your stuff being hastily thrown inside. “What’s happening, Mr-“ “You’re fired. Disciplinary, your stuff has to be gone in an hour, I don’t care what you do. But you won’t get anything from our family-“ “Mr Rogers I don’t- please, I don’t want anything from you or your family-“

The man laughed coldly, throwing a picture frame in the box, where you could hear it shatter. “You’re out and if you don’t break the thing between you and Steve up, he’ll have a much worse fate than you. You probably noticed how much Steve wants to go to college and that his mother can’t afford it with her nursing job-yeah, you're thinking right. You have to disappear from his life, just as if you’d never been there at all. You'd better move. Preferably to another state. Or either way he won’t do shit in life, do you understand me? I’ll make your life hell”

You shook your head, stepping a bit away. The door was still open and you could hear people stop walking to see what was happening in here. “Let me explain-“ “are you really so dumb? I’m not arguing about it, either you go out of here or I’ll throw you out-I won’t have a whore working here. Sleeping with my son, to what? What is even your plan?”, he hissed, grabbing the front of your Blouse and pulling you closer against him. That’s when one of your coworkers walked in, Jake (yeah, this Jake you usually saw on the weekends), grabbing Rogers arm and pulling him away from you. “You won’t disrespect a lady like that or I’ll hack into your computer again-and you know what I’ll find there”, he growled, pushing him away and then looking back at you, a worried expression on his face.

“Are you okay?”, he asked, taking the box with all your stuff. You nodded, trying not to look back at your (ex) boss, instead concentrating on Jakes gentle tone. He was a great friend, you were grateful for having met him a few years back in the club and developing a friendship over the years, both being surprised at your first day here when you saw him sitting behind his desk, waving at you.

He walked you out of the building, straight to his car. “What are you doing, Jake? You have to get back-“ “I’m not going into this building ever again. Not after seeing how this dick treated you. Now let’s get you home-“ “i don’t think I should go to my place. He knows where I live“, you interrupted Jake with a small voice. He had never seen you this shaken up. You were always so confident. “Then we can get some of your stuff and go to my place. He won’t come looking for you there, I’ll make sure of that-do you remember when I told you about Clay? He’s still a few job opportunities that would suit you. Even better payment than here…I thought about them myself”, he started talking, seeing that you weren’t able to talk yourself.

You nodded slowly, feeling tears well up in your eyes. What was happening? Was it really all over? Just like that? In a few minutes your whole life was thrown out of the winnow by some stupid middle aged man? Everything you worked for would be gone?

“Don’t worry…we’ll think of something. You can stay with me or probably Nat. You should call her. She’ll rip Rogers a new one-“ “I can’t. He’ll…it’s about Steve. I-I’m in love with his son, Steve. And he heard Steve’s voice today-when we were on the phone”, you tried to explain but got interrupted by a sob. A few seconds later Jake stopped the car, you noticed you were at your place and that Jake was pulling you in a hug. That’s when you lost it, starting to cry against his chest. “Maybe you could go pack some of your stuff and I’ll call Nat and talk to her. I’ll tell her not to go to Rogers, promise…we’ll come up with something. First, we need to make sure you’ll be safe.”

And that’s exactly what you did. While you were packing all necessities Jake talked to Natasha and they thought about a plan. First you’d stay for a few days at jake's place, Natasha would help you find a new job and place, somewhere far away from here. After you’d move they’d both take care of all your stuff, arrange someone to help with moving.

It was a great plan.

But they forgot about one thing.

Your heart found its safe place here. By Steve. You gave Steve your heart and you felt like it was ripped away from you, rather staying with Steve than coming with you…somewhere.

You watched the building getting smaller in the rearview mirror.

So that’s it. You wouldn’t see Steve ever again. Your lover. The only person that made you feel truly loved.

It’s the sudden, deep understanding that you walked away from someone who actually made you happy in a long, long time.

You took out your phone, to Steve; I’m sorry, I can’t do this. It’s over.

It was over.

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I'm a WHAT?!?!? (3)

Pyrrha as she watched Jaune try and steady the massive sword, realized something. Jaune was no where near as tall as he used to be. In fact she was pretty sure he was over a foot shorter that normal. As she pondered that oddity Jaune had gotten his sword in position and before Pyrrha could react he charged.

"AHHHH!!!!" Jaune screamed at the top of his lungs as he charged forward towards the gooey creature.

"Jaune!" Pyrrha yelled in alarm as the beast lashed out with multiple tendrils at Jaune's charging form.

"HIYA!" Jaune shouted as he swung the massive sword.

Everyone was perfectly still, and stared in utter shock as the sword's blade literally shattered, shower Jaune and the area around him with good sized shards of metal.

"Pathetic! You're mine now girly! the creature's gurgling voice filled the air as the tendrils that had shattered Jaune's blade snapped about and latched onto Jaune.

"EEP!" Jaune squealed as the slimy and gooey appendages touched him in places the shouldn't. "STOP THAT!"

"What a disaster." Onee-Chan groaned, as she watched the beast continue to molest it's captives, growing stronger with each passing minute. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!"

"We have..."

"If it wasn't for that IDIOT, you would have been the Magical Girl... and this would NOT BE HAPPENING!"

"Say what?"

"I was aiming for you." Onee-Chan admitted as she crossed her arms over her chest and adjusted her position in the air to appear to be sitting as if on an invisible chair. "You're the one with the massive magic potential... I have NO idea how my energy even allowed him to transform!"

"Well we have to..."

"AHHHH!!!! LET GO! DON'T TOUCH ME!" Jaune shrieked in utter terror, causing Pyrrha to just react. Reaching out with her semblance she latched onto all the shards of Jaune's destroyed weapon.

"So good!!! So much po.... URK!" The gurgling voice was cut off as Pyrrha launched the assorted jagged and odd sized pieces of metal at the beast... slicing it to ribbons.

"THAT is why I had chosen you!" Onee-Chan shouted as she clapped her hands in excitement.

Pyrrha paid Onee-Chan no attention as she watched Jaune and the other victims slowly stand, and the remains of the creature evaporated away. Seeing Jaune trying to rearrange his disheveled clothing, Pyrrha power-walked forward and grabbed him by the wrist.

"EEP! Pyr?"

"Change him back!" Pyrrha snapped fixing Onee-Chan a rather aggressive look. "Now!"

"I can't." Onee-Chan responded, her face showing her frustration at the situation. "Once my powers are used to make a selection that's it. There is no going back."

"What?" Jaune again shrieked, "You mean I'm stuck like this?"

"Of course not, idiot." Onee-Chan snapped. "You can transform at will. Just think about being yourself and it should..."

In a flash of light, Magical Girl Jaune was replaced... with normal Jaune much to Pyrrha's relief/

"Is it all over?" Jaune asked, his voice slightly wavering.

"No." Onee-Chan replied. "There will be more of those creatures, and you WILL have to step into stop them."

"But... I..."

"You're magic is too weak! You'll need to train," Onee-Chan snapped, before pointing at Pyrrha, "And you'll train him!"

"Me?"

"Her?"

"Yes! You! Train him!"

"How am I..."

"Teach him how to be a proper girl, that should increase his Magical strength when he transforms."

"Say what now?" Pyrrha and Jaune spoke in unison.

"You heard me." Onee-Chan snorted. "I'll be back to check on your progress."

"Wa..." before Jaune could finish Onee-Chan had vanished in a small burst of light, "...it!"

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𖧷 airlock - mingi

[marine biologist!mingi x reader]

synopsis - y/n gets left out of her dive, and has to clean the airlock with mingi instead.

genre! thriller, bits of romance

warning! themes and descriptions of drowning, mentions of attempted murder

a/n! - thank you so much to everyone that has given me support on my past stories! i'm thinking of making this a collection, like different idols as marine biologists, let me know if you would like to see that!

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They left without you.

"Fuck.“ You cursed under your breath. You thought you had finally gotten through to them, it wasn't as bad at it looked and you barely got hurt, one dive in a exploration was like nothing. You slammed your hand on the control panel before speaking into the intercom. "Daniel, you asshole.“ He laughed into the mic before responding. "I see you're not happy about this.“

"Of course I'm not! I should be down there right now. I'm fine.“ You hissed. "Sure you are. You're really okay after your tussle with Lijing?"

"Yes!"

Lijing is your shark. You've trained her and been by her since since she was a cub, but your recent experiment didn't go as planned when rushed you and instead of turning, went for the bite. Luckily, you got out with nothing but scratches, but everyone is convinced you need some sort of special treatment for your injury, like you're going to lose your leg or something.

"Her name means beautiful spirit for a reason, you're too quick to judge her.“ You could practically hear his eye roll. "You really think you've trained a shark? She bit you Y/n. You can't tame an aggressive animal."

"I hope her family swallows you.“ You said, switching off the intercom. "They left without you?" A voice rang out.

You turned around to be met with the face of Mingi, more specifically, your crush Mingi.

You and Mingi have been training together in the institution, learning here, and living here all of your life, ever since your father founded the institution long before your birth. All of the staff lived here alongside them, mostly because it was in the middle of the ocean.

"Uh yeah.. Daniel's still hung up on the incident with Lijing.“ Mingi's eyebrows raised in understanding. "Still can't believe they left without the head diver, but as long as you're hereee..“ He smiled. "You can clean the airlock with me!" You groaned. "Is that what you do when we leave for explorations?" He nodded. "We have to clean it out before you guys get back, which Daniel and his crew should be back in an hour thirty.“

"MY crew.“ You grumbled, walking with him to the airlock. Mingi typed in the code and pressed the button, the big metal door lifting with a hiss. You got to work in comfortable silence, a few minutes passing before Mingi decides the silence isn't comfortable anymore. "So.. what do you usually do on dives?" He asked, looking up at you. "Wear these giant clunky suits, sink to the bottom, walk around for a little and get pulled up at the end of our tanks.“ You summarized. He nodded in completely fake understanding, a small 'oh' leaving his lips. "You know, I've always.. admired you.“ He confessed bashfully, hiding his face. "What?"

He took a deep breath, preparing his next comment before the main door began sliding down with a metal-on-metal screech. "Wait, no!" You exclaimed, running to the door as it shut with a heavy bang. "It's okay, use the panel.“ Mingi pointed out, getting up to punch in the code. You let out a sigh short-lived relief.

"I-Its not clicking." He panicked, frantically pushing the buttons. "What do you mean it's not clicking?" You watched him push in the code, the panel staying the same solid gray color. "It's broken.“ You sank to your knees, defeated. "We can't get out of here and the diving team should be back in like 45 minutes." Mingi sighed, still trying to punch in the code. "Do you.. hear that?"

You both turned around to sight of running water raining down from the top of the room. "Fuck, the airlock is filling!"

Water pooled at bottom of the room filling up agonizingly slow, giving time to really let the panic sink in. "Could it be the dive team coming back?“ You shook your head, pointing to the overhead light. "If they were, it'd be flashing red. This is happening from the outside.“

Water was pouring into the airlock from all four corners now with a deafening volume. "Is someone trying to kill us?" You shrugged your shoulders. “Honestly, it's likely. And there nothing we can do.“ You said, plopping onto the water filled floor and hugging your knees. "Maybe we could get someone's attention by banging on the door, or we could-"

"No, Mingi!" You lifted your head to meet his eyes with your teary ones. "Anything you can think of, we can't do." Your lip quivered as you yelled. “We are 500 meters underwater, the panel is broken, the room is filling, and even if the divers came back right now, the water pressure would fucking kill us.“

You put your head back down and sobbed into your knees. Mingi took a seat next to you, not knowing how to comfort you when he felt just as helpless. "You remember when I said admired you?“ You lifted your head and sniffled. "Yeah?“

He smiled. "I meant it. Ever since we were younger you've always been brave, like the time you jumped into Lijing's tank unprotected when we were 16.“ You laughed, wiping half-dried tears from your cheeks. "I mean, you go out on dives to explore god knows what in the Midnight zone, and I'm just.. here.“ You face turned into a frown. “What are you talking about?"

"Who's the one that jumped into Lijing's tank to get me out? The one who stayed by my side everyday when I was hospitalized? Not to mention you also keep this whole place running.“ He smiled. "You mean it?"

"Yeah.“ You smiled back, turning your head to face your feet, red-hot blood rushing to your cheeks, the realization you're both standing now, the water up to your shoulders and steadily rising cooling you down. "I can't believe this is really where we die.“ You whispered, her tears mixing with the water. A pair of arms wrapped around you, pulling you into him. "Listen, It's okay." He whispered, himself crying as well as the water lifted them off their feet.

The ceiling was approaching, you both clinging to each other, taking your last few breaths before the cold water enveloped you. Your eyes started spotting, black speckles dancing in your vision before you slowly lost your consciousness.

-

"Y/n, wake up!" Foggy voices clouded your mind. Were you alive? There was a strange weight on your abdomen, a pair of hands switching between shaking you and pressing down on your chest. The world suddenly came back to you as you gained control over your body, sitting up and coughing out water. Mingi had both arms wrapped around your torso, sobbing into your shirt when his head shot up, red puffy eyes meeting yours. "Y/n!“

"Hi, Mingi.“ You smiled weakly. He practically jumped on you as you wrapped your arms around his head. "How did we get out..?" You asked, staring at the now drained airlock in front of you. "I saved your asses.“ You turned to face Wooyoung, who wore a smug grin on his face. "Man I really thought we lost you, I was doing CPR for about 10 minutes.“

"Thanks Woo.“ You groaned, standing up. "How did this even happen?" You coughed out. "Something malfunctioned, an accident I guess.“ He shrugged. Just as he finished talking, loud alarms blared from the upper levels. “Is that.. the control room?“ Your eyes widened. "Daniel!"

The three of you raced up the stairs to the S level, huffing as you reached the top, sirens getting louder. You reached the panel, frantically pulling up stats for Daniel's team. "The radars don't detect them.“ You said, pressing a few more buttons before you spoke into the microphone. "Daniel, can you hear me?"

You turned to face Mingi and Wooyoung.

"This wasn't an accident.“

-

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[aloneinthehellfire]

Chapter 5: Leave A Message

Season One | Season Two | Season Three

[Raining Hellfire: Season Three]

Word Count: 1499 words

Warnings: swearing, mentions of visions, actual visions?, kind of horror at the end idk

[A/N: Can I get a round of applause for not having ridiculously long chapters anymore? Yay me]

also thank you all so so much for the asks and the theories ur sending me, i feel less like a robot publishing a fanfic and more like a person sharing an interest she loves with people so thank you x

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The week is long.

The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west.

The words were in front of you as you leant on Steve out of laziness while his other shoulder rested against the wall, arms folded.

“They’d make good song lyrics.” You said, Robin smirking at your comment.

“But what does it mean?” Dustin asked, pacing.

“Steve, we gotta shut down the shop.” Robin suddenly said, pointing to the clock.

“Oh shit.”

You all make your way out of the shop, Steve closing it behind you.

“I mean, it’s just…” He says as he slams the metal shutters down and locks it, “it just can’t be right.”

“It’s right.” Robin declares. You believed her.

“Honestly, I think it’s great news.” Dustin declares and you frown at him.

“How is this great news?” Steve shakes his head, standing up. “I mean, so much for being American heroes.”

“You realise that there could still be something going on?” You say and they look at you, “Look, if you were planning something would you just say it for anyone to hear or would you create your own code?”

“You’re right, it’s too specific.” Dustin adds, walking just in front of you with Robin beside him.

“What do you mean, a code?” Steve furrows his brows as he matches your pace.

“Like a super secret spy code.” Dustin explains briefly.

Your best friend just raises his eyebrows. “That’s a total stretch.”

“I don’t know, is it?” Robin asks, “Listen, just for kicks, let’s entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmission. Like Y/n said, they wouldn’t just say it how it is. You think they were gonna say ‘fire the warhead at noon’?”

“Exactly.” You and Dustin agree.

“And my translation is correct. I know that for sure, so… ‘the silver cat feeds.’” Robin starts fidgeting, waving her hands in the air as she pondered, “Why would anyone talk like that?”

“Unless they were trying to mask the meaning of their message.” You nod along, yawning.

Steve looks over to you while Robin and Dustin continue their conspiracy spiral, pulling you to a stop.

“You’ve been yawning a lot lately.”

“What else is new?” You chuckle, eyes drooping as you fight for energy.

He frowns softly, shifting between your eyes. “You need more sleep.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” You looked at him, “You telling me you’ve been sleeping like a baby since last year?”

“No.” He shakes his head, “But I also don’t have evil monsters from another dimension swarming in my head.”

You twist your face, nodding. “Yep, yep. That’s a good point. I bet all that goes through your head is shampoo and ridiculous little tunes.”

Steve laughs in surprise, “Tunes?”

“Yeah. Like I imagine you just have some random songs in your head, no lyrics, just…” You pick the first melody that comes to mind and start humming it.

Steve stops, grabbing your shoulder as his eyes widen. “That tune.”

“Okay, there’s no way I could have guessed that perfectly.”

“No. The music!” He exclaims, spinning around and running to the carousel horse.

You look around dumbfounded, meeting Robin’s confused gaze from a few steps ahead of you.

“Hey, Steve?” She calls out as Steve stares at the horse, pulling out his wallet. “What are you doing?”

“Uh, it’s a quarter. I need-” He looks to you, “Do you have a quarter?”

“Is now really the time to ride a children’s horse?” You raise your brows but he just holds his hand out to you.

“I know you have a quarter, you bought your ice cream today and I specifically remember giving you a quarter in your change.”

“Jeez, fine.” You pull out change from your back pocket, sorting through the coins until you found what he wanted. “Where was this memory when you owed me money for your damn hairspray?”

You held up the quarter and he quickly took it from your hand, slotting it into the machine as the others crowded around you.

The horse starts to move, a small melody playing. You shake your head at first until you really listened, eyes widening. No way.

You step back, shaking your head for a whole new reason. You glance back at where you sat at the fountain, the memory replaying.

“You need help getting up, little Stevie?” Robin joked and Dustin laughed but Steve just shushed her.

“Would you two just shut up and listen?”

“Holy shit.” Dustin realises, crouching down beside Steve. “The music.”

He played the tape and sure enough, the music matched perfectly.

“This code, it… didn’t come from Russia.” Steve says, looking back at the group, “It came from here.”

“Like, someone working here?” Robin asked and Dustin glanced around as if they would suddenly appear.

“The janitor.” You break the silence and they stare at you, confused. “I saw them.”

“The Russian?” Dustin scrambled to his feet. “Who is he?”

“I- I didn’t see his face.” You shake your head. “But he was stood right here. I was sat there. And he had a radio on him, I just- I guess I didn’t think any of it at the time. But he walked away, grabbed his cleaning supplies. Whoever they are, they’re operating inside the mall.”

“But where?” Robin asked what you were all wondering.

Maybe you weren’t so paranoid after all.

The Scoops Troop, named by Dustin himself despite the protests, decided to call it a night and continue working on the conspiracy tomorrow. You believed there was probably something to it and hell, if you weren’t having terrifying visions every other day, you’d be more than happy to have something to do. But you really hoped they didn’t expect you to help them from now on. You knew Billy needed your help, urgently.

You get home to see Max and El laughing together on your porch, jumping to their feet when you approach.

“I thought I gave you a spare key?” You frown at Max and she shrugs.

“I lost it.” She clocks your expression, “Hey, I was trying to hide it from Billy and I hid it a little too well.”

El giggles as you open the front door, leading them to your room.

“Okay, you guys dump your stuff here and go pick out a movie to watch.” You smile as they happily start setting their stuff down, running through the house to the living room.

You walk to the kitchen, rooting through the fridge for any food. You notice a blinking light from the corner of your eye before you realised it was the voicemail machine your uncle had been able to afford after expensive work on a client’s car. You walk over, press the button, and continue your search, pulling out various items.

The machine beeps, a feminine voice talking to you.

“Hey, Y/n. It’s Heather. Sorry to bother you but you asked me to let you know if I think Billy’s getting worse?”

You dump the stuff on the counter, lunging over to the machine box.

“I thought I heard crying from the showers earlier and he’s the only other one working today. He’s been in there a real long time now.”

A distant yell echoed through the machine and you freeze.

“Wait. Oh my god, he’s screaming, what do I do? Do I call an ambulance?”

“Yes!” You immediately exclaim, praying she called for help.

“Actually I’m gonna go check on him.” You furiously shake your head as if Heather was right in front you, “Okay, I’ll call back later and let you know what’s going on. See you tomorrow.”

And just like that, she hung up the phone, the machine echoing in your mind. You wait for the next message, but nothing came.

“Shit.”

You back away from the machine, trying to rationalise everything. It was fine, right? Maybe she just forgot to call back. You’ll see her tomorrow.

You knew deep down that wasn’t true.

You walk back over to the phone, scrambling through a box of phone numbers you had scribbled down onto notes over the past few years before finding Heather’s name. You grab the paper, turn back to the phone and see the light begin to blink again.

Frowning, you set the paper down on the counter and stare for a moment. You reach out towards it, pressing the button. The familiar beep sounded before there was complete static. You were about to hang up when you thought you heard a gasp.

Leant towards to the machine to hear better, you held your breath as you waited for another sound.

Heavy breathing, a woman. Whimpers.

A scream.

You jump back from the machine, hitting your side on the counter with such force you were sure it was gonna bruise. You run back and try to replay the message, but all that replayed was Heather’s phone call. You skipped it, but nothing else came.

A bone-chilling fear struck your mind; something bad happened to Heather.

Chapter 6: A Yellow Whistle ->

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[sugars-fluffy-escapes]

Your writings are so cuuuute! Do you have any platonic tickle fight headcanons for the reader and Eddie?

AAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON 😭💖 /pos /pla

I absolutely do have platonic tickle fight headcanons for the reader and Eddie! Hcs are under the cut!

Eddie Munson is always down for a tickle fight, and who better to have it with than his best friend!? If you start a tickle fight, Eddie is definitely gonna try and be the one to finish it by tickling the daylights outta you. He's a stubborn jackass about tickle fights /lh

First let's talk about what happens when Eddie is the one winning a tickle fight.

He's definitely the type to cackle or go "OHOH NO YOUHOU DON'T~!" After successfully gaining the upper hand if he didn't have it already. Eddie's a smug little shit if you two are feeling super competitive.

(These gifs have me both flustered and in orbit AGAHSHDJDJFJ)

You know how people will say "uncle!" when they're tapped out during a playfight? This jerk (/lh) is always gonna insist you say the name of a metal band or artist when you're all tickled out. "Ozzy." "Metallica." "Judas Priest." "Iron Maiden." "Dio." And he's always gonna cackle, chuckle, or snicker over hearing you screech or giggle out the names or lightheartedly tease you about how you said them.

If you're comfortable with it, Eddie will pat your back or give you a hug to help ground you again after being tickled to pieces. He's very much an attentive friend, as proven by season 4 (Making Chrissy laugh when he noticed she was scared, helping Nancy into the boat, waterproofing the flashlight for Steve, checking in on the Sinclair siblings when they were all preparing for the showdown w/ Vecna; deadass I could make a whole list about how sweet a friend he is 🥺) He'll always make sure you're okay whether you lost or won the tickle fight.

On the flip side, I feel like if he starts a tickle fight, a good 45-50 percent of the time he does so, the tables quickly turn on him and he gets tickled to pieces 💀 And he'll be a giggly cussing squirrel the entire time. Expect to hear "God dammit" and any and all variations of "Jesus H. Christ" when he's being tickled. If you get the right spot during a tickle fight with Eddie, it'll incapacitate him via "happy stimming too much to retaliate anymore"

If anyone else from the party is in the vicinity, Eddie will call for backup as a last resort. ("Help me, Wheeler" LMFAOAHSJJSJDJF I had way too much fun with those lee and ler energy edits for this cinnamon roll).

When you've got the upper hand in a tickle fight with Eddie, it's a chance to get your bestie back by making him say "It's Raining Men" or "Dancing Queen" or "Sweet Dreams" or "Hot Patootie" (All these songs are BOPS my multi-genre loving self lives for these decades of music) when he's all tickled out. Eddie knows a good song when he hears one but he's a metalhead to the core so fully expect him to playfully retaliate for making him say or sing "Ghostbusters" to end the tickle fight. /lh

He always appreciates a good hug or pat on the back after being tickled to bits too. If he really needed the laugh that day, he'll thank you with the kindest eyes. Eddie always appreciates getting to spend time laughing with a friend 🥺 /pos

"I hope you know that next time I'll make you sing the entirety of Fairies Wear Boots while I'm tickling the ever-loving daylights out of you." - Edward "The Petty" Munson (/lh)

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AHSJSJDJFJFJFJF this was so fun to write about 😭💖 /gen /p

Thank you again anon! Until next time everyone! /pos

- Ushu ❤️ (/p)

[teenagenerdtrashcowboy]

I would like 2 know 🥺🥺........[SILLY]

Okay, gonna go on a yapping spree

Quick warning ima mention some topics like self harm, and death

So here's B one because it has a lot to it it

So like I like to believe B was born in the 2000s, now his actual bio family has a very big link to this god called stardom (I'm going to make a design for them soon but to describe them, they usually wear an outfit similar to a priest, they have stars scattered across it and they have very long curly hair. They also have traits that of deer, they have hooves, ears and antlers) now Bs mother had him and his twin sister (brother at the time) a day apart. Right so she had this almost prophecy and had to give up B and his younger sister. Now like I've Said before B is a trans guy, he used to be a girl, who was called Nicole (if you read the prologue it should link up to James' Superstition) they were taken by this very caring woman who had a rather neglectful husband. So Reagan and B (or refered to as Nicole at the time) grew up with very little affection, and not understanding why someone could possibly be nice to him :(. Now onto the part about B breaking his leg really badly, he was actually around 5 1/2 at the time and was in the basement of his house, he was playing about and knocked over a very heavy piece of metal on his leg, breaking his femur bone in 3 places, this was actually really traumatic to B obviously, this lead to B developing a feeling that he should look all around for cautions around him, sometimes leaving him a bit panicked.

When he had turned 6, a new person had suddenly come into his clas in primary school, this kid had come from Germany and didn't know much english (you'll never guess who it was/pos) so they had actually become good friends, this kid actually was James (hence James getting a superstition in the prologue that he Recognised B.) Now after all that, Bs step mother had a child, but unfortunately one day she suddenly got seriously sick, B actually has a memory of him when he was just 11 in which his mother was visibly shaking a lot and was pale as fuck. She unfortunately died a month after B turned 12. Because of Bs step dad being rather neglectful, B and Reagan spent most of their time caring for their step brother, this went on for a while, B usually convinced Reagan to let him take care of him more because he just wanted Reagan to have time to grieve the sudden lost of their step mother, this led to B missing out a lot from school. This actually one leading cause to the s/h he had actually done it once after his mother died but soon all the stress caused him to cut himself multiple times per day.

Soon his uncle had taken in B and Reagan and they had to move away, leaving James alone without B.

Now time skip to when B was 18, this is one of his major traumas, B had only just become a backrooms explorer and had some experiences with it, a group of his friends decided to bring him along because he had a lot of experience already, so they could explore a rather dangerous room. B was obviously like "fuck no don't do that you could die" but they kept on trying to convince B until he gave in. Before they knew it they were cornered, B was actually the first to get attacked an entity charged at him and dug its teeth deep into the side of Bs neck (Wilbur soot core) and thundercunted him across to the side, all the others was like "oh shit" and tried to fight but unfortunately were ripped to shreds, B had to actually lay there and watch it unfold because if he moved he could become another victim.

Obviously after he was in therapy for a while and then disappeared and soon met James again.

Now James' one, a whole lot less terrifying. James was born in Germany obviously, at the time he spoke only German, until his parents decided to move to wales, so he had to learn a but of English. Fortunately the teachers there did give him extra help with english and understanding stuff. You see James is autistic but he didn't know anything about it fully until he was about 11,he thought it was normal to not understand social cues, have really big interests in things, to stim or get panicked by loud noises. James actually would get very stressed, and often would be babied, making it worse he wanted respect. This led to a lot of stress and soon he started to develop coping mechanisms, one of the main ones being eating (a reason why he's quite chubby in my hc, he's also chubby because I am a bit too). Alongside that James gets very clingy to people if they actually are nice to him, this can be quite self destructive because if they are gone for a while he can get really upset, James actually for a while had major separation anxiety when him and B first got together, this poor guy would actually cuddle pillows. James has actually had a really big hype fixation on chemistry since he first learnt about it but unfortunately he couldn't become a chemist so he chose the next best thing. Now about why James needs that visor. James had always had problems with his sight, he actually wore glasses but soon it started to get much worse until he actually went particularly blind, he was given the visor so he could see again and they could hopefully soon find a cure for the sudden blindness. But now they really can't, because uh oh an entity got him and ripped off the visor and pulled out his eyes, fortunately B ran in and saved him, and that led James to getting a bit of trauma too.

[astridhoff03]

Kung Fu Panda Fox 4 - from Cinema to Illumination Level

First I was really hyped about this Movie, because I was thinking: Hey they made Puss in Boots: the Last wish what could go wrong? The first Trailer then dropped and it looked promising, then I watched the Movie….

And oh my god why have they removed the Director? Why couldn’t we get Joel Crawford or Jennifer Yuh Nelson, who also worked on 2 and 3. Seriously Mike Mitchell? He is not famous for his incredible Track Record. But to the Film now. As a Standalone it works and it has some good Action Scenes like the Scene in the Tavern. The side Plot with Pos Dads was kinda funny, wish the whole Movie was about them. But the Story was a big disappointment on my side. It just doesn’t makes senses that Po has to pass the Title of the Dragon Warrior, he is in the prime of his life. It’s not like he is diyng or is sick or very old like Oogway was when he chose the new Warrior. Also they reahash the Messages from the first three Movies again as if Po had to learn them again, there no wise words or any emotional hook like in the previous three, which was one of the things I like about KFP so much, the Movie feels lackluster without these elements. Also they do the Hug-Scene with Po and Zhen like with Tigress and Po in KFP2, but less emotional. Apropos I don‘t hate Zhen as a Character, I also doesn’t find her Voice Actress annoying like in the little Mermaid but she doesn’t earn the title Dragon Warrior, it just feels wrong and she looks Designwise straight out Zootopia and doesn’t feel like she belongs in the World of KFP. Her Releationship with Po is okay I guess, but I prefer the fourios Five over her, hell Tigress and Master Monkey Are Pos best Friends, it would be so much better if they go with Po on the Journey and meet Zhen on their way to Juniper City. Also her Backstory reminds me to much of Tigress again. Another one who doesn’t belong is the Chameleon, she is also the reason why we can’t have the fourios five, because her motivation is she is to small to learn Kung Fu and Mantis and Viper are also small but can Kung Fu so…also beware of the Stairs when she’s around. I’ve seen how she pulled the the bear down the stairs. It doesn’t look dramatic. I prefer the word ridiculous. Compared to the other Villains we had she feels lackluster but had a lot of potential to be a great Villain. The plot with the return of the villains is also very useless, Tai Lung is just in the first scene and the end and says something really out of Character. They did Kai (who shouldn’t be there in the first place because his spirit got destroyed in the spirit realm) and Lord Shen dirty too, never would one of them bow to Po. And in my Opinion none of the Villains needed a Redemption. Fuck them to do Lord Shen dirty, he’s my favorite Villain in the Original Trilogy. Also Shifu has nothing to do in this movie, he’s just there for whatever. Also how he talks to Po is like KFP1-3 didn’t happen.

I was genuinly suprised that they have given this movie Illumination Budget, 85 USD that’s not much for a KFP - Movie and embarrassing too. I missed the old background style from this very much. The Original Trilogy has such beautiful backgrounds that looked like Chinese Paintings. To the song baby One more time I have to give one credit, it’s better than the Original but it doesn’t fit KFP at all. In httyd terms it’s like you would play heavy metal instead of Where no one goes, sticks and stones or Toegether from afar at the end.

Well another Franchise on my list I don’t care about anymore, I guess. Count me out if the next Kung Fu Panda Movies are about an Character that doesn’t earn the title and isn’t as enjoyable and charming as Po was. My closing thoughts are: this happens when you try to expand on a Franchise and that has already an ending, with Puss in Boots, Rise of the Guardians or Megamind (until they butchered that too as we had to witness) it is something else, these worlds you can still expand because these movies are in their infancy. With a Movie like KFP this doesn’t work at all, because it had an perfect ending and Pos Character Arc is completed. It’s not a bad Movie by any means, you can still go and enjoy it. Looking back I would also say it was an alright film, a nice gap you can ignore when your more of a fan of the original trilogy. But for KFP it is in my personal opinion a letdown. Also it is just a copy and paste of the Masterpiece that is called KFP2 but without any of the emotions. I’m also lowkey happy though that this movie is so mid, than now KFP3 gets more of the appreciate that it deserve, I’m honest it’s a still a pretty great Movie. The Wild Robot seems like an Apology for Megamind2 and KFP4 now and their last Hope, but I will accept it when I have seen this Movie.

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 566, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby

WORDS: 1260

“Heya MC.”

I looked up from where I was making a small pot of chicken noodle soup and saw my baby sister. She had wrapped the soft afghan from the foot of her bed around herself and Mittens trotted next to her, looking quite pleased with herself.

“Sammi, hey!” I greeted her as Peter did the dishes in the sink. “The kids are all watching a Disney movie in the back room if you want to join them. Or are you hungry? I made you some chicken noodle soup!”

Sammi’s tummy let out a cry for attention just then.

“Say no more- take a seat,” I urged her, pointing with my lips to the kitchen island, where she tugged out a chair and took a seat.

“Peter, if anything happens to me, I really want you and MC to get custody of Baby Noah.”

I poured some soup into a bowl, setting it in front of my baby sister as I pressed a sweet kiss to her temple.

“I’m already a step ahead of you there,” Peter chuckled fondly. “I’ve already gotten in touch with a lawyer, but he’ll need you to sigh some things- I’m having him send over the paperwork to the family’s PO box.”

“You are the best!” Sammi sagged in her seat, pushing her now empty bowl off in front of her, signaling that she was done eating. “So now what?”

“Can you clarify on what you mean by so what now?” I requested of her, taking a seat next to her.

“i remember Dr. Lamb telling me that my high sex drive was caused by the mass in my brain and that the medication he has me on will not only make it shrink in on itself but kill my need to fuck multiple times a day,” she explained. “I built much of my life around being a professional slut- I mean, I still work at the tattoo parlor, but really, what now?”

“You graduated from college, right?” Peter asked, finishing up with the dishes. He turned the water off and dried his hands off on a dish towel. “You got you four year degree in fashion business management from the Fashion Institute of Technology if I remember correctly.” He caught the expression on my face and chuckled. “You told me at the beginning of our relationship, sweetheart.”

“Did I really now?” I blinked, trying to remember. “I’m afraid I do not recall that.”

“Wow, you really remembered that?” Sammi blinked, obviously impressed with my husband’s memory.

“I remember everything that my sweetheart tells me,” he bragged, puffing himself out.

“Uh huh…” I loved my big beefy silver daddy to bits and pieces, but I wasn’t one hundred percent sure if I really believed him being able to recall everything that I have ever said to him in the four years that we had known each other.

“Hey sweetheart, Sammi, what do you want to tell the kids?” The thought flitted across his mind just then, distracting me from his unproven statement.

“MC? What do you advise?” Sammi asked, turning to me, a more experienced mother.

“Um…” I drew my lower lip in and began to nibble at it. “Well, let’s try to keep it simple, that Sammi is sick and that the hospital will make her feel better, okay?”

“That sounds good!” Sammi hummed. “Hey, where will Baby Noah sleep?”

“Wif mesies!” Baby Tommy announced as he skipped into the kitchen, his little man dollie tucked under an arm. “Mesies and Baa bee Nono have sweep ova’!”

“A sleepover?” I giggled as the kids trickled in just then, their movie clearly having ended. “Well alright then!”

“Now that everyone’s here again,” Sammi shuffled in her seat, drawing her blankie in tighter around her. “Kids, I’m sick, but the hospital is helping me.”

“Sammi…” I clucked before clarifying for the kids. “Auntie Sammi is sick, yes. But she is receiving top notch care at the hospital, as she just stated. So for the unforeseen future, both she and Baby Noah will be staying here with us.”

Elizabeth and Katie both exchanged looks, and I knew that they knew something.

“Mesies and Baa bee Nono sweepi now,” Baby Tommy announced just then, his younger cousin letting out a comically loud yawn.

“Katie and I will pull out an air mattress and get Baby Noah settled in!” Elizabeth announced before herding everyone off again.

“Such sweet kids,” Sammi commented with a smile. “But anyway, coming back from a life where I was the slut who loved a good fucking will be…”

“A challenge, I’m quite certain of it,” I finished up for her. “Sammi, listen. Peter and I have some rules for you to follow while you’re staying here.”

“Such as?” she asked, accepting a glass of water as Peter handed it over to her.

“No doing OnlyFans in the house, no one night stands, and no crass language in the presence of the kids,” I told her with a firm look. “Peter will be your ride to and from the doctor’s for checkup appointments in regards to your brain tumor.”

“Okay,” she shrugged. “But can I make a post up onto @SammiXxXHeart up on Instagram? Just saying that I’ll be going on a hiatus to focus on my mental health?”

“That sounds reasonable,” I agreed with a hum. “My love?”

“Just don’t tag us or the kids or the house or anything,” he warned her as she began noodling around on her cell phone.

“Okay, will do,” she flashed a crooked smile at the two of us before excusing herself to go to bed. “Oh, hello there!”

I looked and saw Elizabeth and Katie both behind the short wall between the kitchen and entryway.

“Auntie Sammi has a tumor in her head?” Elizabeth asked, her lower lips tremoring as her hazel blue eyes shone with tears.

“Come here now girls!” Sammi held her arms open for the both of them. “I am in good hands now, do you hear me? Your parents and my doctor all know what they’re doing. I will be fine now, alright?”

“Now, go on up to bed, won’t you two now?” I clucked at them. “It’s past your bedtimes, and you both have school tomorrow!”

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[cyanocoraxx]

I jus wanna say that I've read thru all yur fics like..a while ago and haven't gotten the chance to say it until now - but I absolutely love how you portray metal and the others. I've read and reread every fic a couple times and auug just...wow is what I have to say

I stumbled upon the fic with Metal like hiding in the dark first about..a few weeks ago? But reading everything afterwards got me through a pretty tough time, the stuff you write is such a pleasant specific in exactly what I want to read about and I thought I'd never find it but I did! And I'm so glad it exists too :] I'll have to read through everything again and give more in depth compliments but I love love love how you show each character dealing with their problems and how some things persist even though they're out of it happening further, even through that all they're managing it the best they can and they're helping eachother with the stuff they struggle with [i.e silvers ear, mechas sight, neo being mute]

I love how they all have their own ways of showing affection towards their siblings too, the way Neo quietly lingers and watches to Silvers jokes its just auaughhg such a breath of fresh air

I DO wanna ask though it was in my head I think in chapter 16?? or so of Damage, where Neo is apologising to the badniks - was one of those responses a reference to Whirl by any chance? It me stop for a second when I read it hshshsh / pos

okay firstly i'm so very sorry for the late reply, you sent this 4 days ago and i was at WORK for 4 days and wanted to take the time to sit down and respond properly <3

thank you. i can't say it enough so just imagine that i'm on my knees sobbing with the biggest eyes right now because the fact that you took time to send such a lovely message is so uplifting and just EPIC..........

in regards to the pleasant specific thing, a lot of the things i covered/cover in my stories are things i see not being addressed in others and i want to try offering something that isn't discussed as often or as in depth as it should be. i often find that, in many stories, a character struggles with a personal issue, disability, or other hardship and then some hero comes along and makes it all just fine or is able to hold their hand through it 24/7. reality doesn't work that way and i wanted to reflect that in a lot of ways.

yes, neo can speak to mecha in their coded language, but not to other beings without sign, which not everyone understands either. being able to speak to mecha is a plus, but it doesn't make neo's life easier. it's frustrating. it's isolating. it means they may need to depend on mecha sometimes. but when it works out and someone can communicate with them freely, it really works out, and there's that spark of hope and community. silver is deaf in one ear and can compensate in some ways, but it trips him up spatially and internally as it should. mecha's ptsd comes up a lot, as it should - yes, mecha has a support system in her family, but nobody can outright "cure" her trauma. it's something she will carry with her, some days are better than others. silver's grief at experiencing loss at a young age isn't fixed by having his brothers come home safe again. it was traumatic and frightening for a young being like him, and that's something that changed his outlook on life and mortality. he was comparatively lucky that neo was able to be repaired, and he knows that. he feels strong empathy for anybody who lost someone who just. can't come back. then we have the other side, which is mecha's lack of empathy and initial emotional flattening. a lack of empathy doesn't mean a lack of compassion and i wanted/needed to explore this. mecha is undeniably one of the kindest characters i created and she can't feel the depth of emotion that others do. wanted to challenge the notion that a lack of empathy means you're inherently a bad person, because by all accounts, mecha wants to do what is right and good and makes sense. neo's psychosis lingers and he worries about coming out of remission. silver's adhd-like mind moves fast and with emotion. MANY THINGS!!!

i love so so much that you picked up on the different kinds of affection as well, it made me VERY happy and i did a little dance to myself!!!!! silver is very physical and verbal, neo is very protective and banters, and mecha tries to understand by speaking and listening closely.

and YES. i fucking love whirl. i don't remember the exact refs i made when writing but there's a couple of transformers bits here and there.

writing the original fic was a long process. i originally started back when i lived in a phsyically/emotionally/financially/you name it-abusive home. i had just come out of a months-long psychotic break caused by the stress, discovered i was a system, all that fun stuff. through the course of the fic i escaped, lived with a few different friends in different cities, went thru the whole trans coming out thing, and by the last chapter i was sitting in my own home with my pet rats on my lap and we were all safe and happy - with c-ptsd, scars, and other shit still with us, but we were finally okay. it really was like coming home and it was the perfect time for the story to end. i think, in a way, writing the brothers pulled me through and to hear that it's helped others is so lovely. i'm so glad. i hope you feel better, and if not, stay resilient, be kind to yourself, always. my inbox is always open. <3

[eddiesxgoodxgirl]

too late for tears

eddie munson x female reader

summary - eddie finds you cutting

warnings - mentions of self-harm, bullying, crying, jason being a pos

word count - 2.3k

It had been a difficult day for you. Well, that might be a bit of an understatement. You had always been a bit of an outcast. You listened to metal music and played D&D in your free time. You had moved to Hawkins during your sophomore year of high school after your parents had gotten divorced. Eddie had been a junior, and he took an immediate liking to you. You became the first female member of Hellfire and soon became Eddie’s girlfriend after he made out with you behind the Hideout after his first show there. And even though you lived in the peaceful bliss that was Eddie Munson and his gang of nerds, there were still some people who found the need to express their extreme distaste for you. Mainly Jason Carver.

“I feel like an ass,” Eddie grumbled, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head as he held you close. Normally, Eddie would drive you home from school, but Metallica had just released a new album and Corroded Coffin had been itching to start learning the new material, wanting to add it to their set list as soon as possible.

“Eddie, baby, it’s okay. I have to work on a project with Robin for English, anyway. I’ll be fine. Go have fun with the guys,” you tell him, looking up into his beautiful brown eyes.

He rolled his eyes, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You immediately melted into him, wanting nothing more than to stay in his arms forever. Your lips melded together, Eddie holding you as close as possible, running his hands down to your hips to hold you steady against him. Your hands rested on his chest, gripping his leather jacket to keep him close to you.

“Eddie! Stop sucking face and let’s go!” Gareth yells, scaring the shit out of both you and Eddie. Eddie sends him a death glare, causing you to let out a small giggle.

“I’ll call you after practice, ‘kay?” he asks, looking at you once more.

You nod in agreement and he presses a kiss to your cheek, following the boys to his van. You head back into the school, meeting up with Robin in the library. 

~~

In the two hours it took you and Robin to finish your project, you had severely worn yourself out. All you wanted to do was just go to bed and deal with the rest of the world in the morning. Robin agreed to take it home, considering Steve was picking her up for her shift at Family Video and you were biking home. You waved goodbye to her and Steve as they drove away. You walked toward the bike rack where your bike sat. The gym doors burst open as you prepared to bike home. Of course basketball practice was letting out just as you were about to leave.

You tried to move yourself quicker. You willed your body to move faster. But you were too late. Jason Carver had already set his sights on you. And his goons were with him.

“What are you doing, freak?” he spat.

You rolled your eyes, just trying to leave. But Patrick gripped your handlebars, forcing you into place. “Please, just leave me alone.”

“Aw, look at her beg. So pathetic,” Andy laughed. 

You spotted Lucas in the mix, sending him a pleading look to get them to stop. He looked nervous, as if he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do.

“J-Jason, why don’t w-we-” Lucas stuttered, but he was interrupted by Jason slapping a hand on his chest, as if to shut him up.

“I think it’s time to teach the little freak a lesson, don’t you think, boys?” Jason said, a sickening grin taking over his face.

It started with Jason. He pulled your bag off your back, pulling you off your bike in the process. Patrick then opened your bag, dumping the contents in front of you. Andy picked up a notebook. But it wasn’t any old notebook. That was your songbook. That was something that not even Eddie was allowed to touch.

“Please give it back,” you begged, trying to grab it, only to be kicked back down by Jason.

The boys proceeded to read your lyrics, laughing and practically falling over.

“So not only is she a freak, but she’s a fucking slut, too!” Andy cackled, dropping the book onto the ground in front of Lucas.

Lucas snatched it quickly, holding it behind his back as if to hide it from the others. Jason knelt down in front of you, gripping you by your hair. You let out a small yelp, grabbing on to his wrist to try and get him to let go.

“You’re what’s wrong with this town. I wouldn’t be surprised if you and your freak of a boyfriend were the reason for all of the shit that’s gone on here. I think it’s time you learned a lesson. I think it’s time you learned what happens when the trash invades Hawkins,” he smiled, a wickedness in his voice.

He slammed your face into the concrete, making you let out a scream. Your face was covered in blood, covered in scratches from the concrete and rocks. Jason, Patrick, and Andy proceeded to kick you in the ribs, leaving bruises in their wake. You could barely breathe. You just wanted, no, needed, it to end.

“Guys, that’s enough!” Lucas yelled, his voice cracking a little. He was obviously terrified. He didn’t have a way to defend you without being kicked off the team. “W-we could get caught! Coach is gonna be leaving soon.”

Justin looked at Lucas and then looked at you, the words obviously bouncing around his empty skull for a minute. He finally let go of you, allowing you to breathe a sigh of relief. “You tell anyone we did this, and you’re gonna wish you had offed yourself just like you should have long ago,” he spat, finally rounding up his group and walking toward his car.

Lucas shot a glance at you, quickly handing you the book he hid long ago and muttering out an apology before following Jason like a lost puppy. 

~~

You looked fucking awful. Your face was scratched from your eyebrow down to the top of your lips and it was already beginning to bruise. You refused to even take one look at your ribs, knowing that it was black and blue and something was most likely broken. Your wrapped your torso in gauze and iced your face with an old bag of frozen vegetables that your mom had probably forgotten about. 

Jason’s words rang in your ears for what felt like hours.

“You’re gonna wish you had offed yourself like you should have.”

Eddie had never known about your past. You never opened up to anyone about the abuse from your dad and the girls at school that made you turn toward a razor. The scars still lined your arms, which is why you had never worn anything but a long sleeve in front of Eddie even in the heat of the Hawkins summer. No one but yourself had ever seen them. And you intended to keep it that way. You hadn’t touched a razor since you met Eddie that fateful day of your sophomore year. But it called to you now more than ever.

You looked down at the drawer you kept it in. It seemed to be screaming your name and you felt so weak. The blade glided across your wrist with ease. You were numb. You hadn’t even realized how hard you were pressing until blood dripped from your wrist onto the white tiled floor. You stared at the drop on the ground as you continued to press the blade into your wrist. Your mind was blank. 

“What are you doing?” Eddie yelled, causing you to jump practically three feet in the air.

“Jesus H. Christ, Eddie! What the fuck are you doing here?” you yell, quickly grabbing a towel to cover your wrist.

“You didn’t answer my calls and I was getting worried and I know you always keep your window unlocked which you really shouldn’t do even though it’s very convenient for me but - wait I’m getting off topic, what the actual fuck are you doing?” Eddie said, walking toward you.

You took a step away from him. “Nothing. It’s none of your business. You need to leave,” you say, coldly, shutting your bathroom door in his face.

“I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on,” he says and you hear him sit down on your bed.

“Then I guess I’m never leaving the bathroom,” you spit, cleaning your fresh wounds as tears threatened to spill over onto your cheeks.

You didn’t know how to tell Eddie what was going on. Why you were slitting your wrists or why your ribs were bruised so bad that it hurt to breathe or why your face suddenly had a gigantic scratch on it. You couldn’t play it off as falling off your bike. You were a bad liar and Eddie knew that. You looked at yourself in the mirror, wanting to punch your reflection. “Fuck.”

~~

You finally caved after being in the bathroom for two hours. Your room was silent and you had figured that Eddie had given up and left. But when you opened the door, there he was. His eyes met yours and his widened.

“Baby, what the hell happened?” he asked, standing up and holding your face in his hands, as if to examine your new injuries.

You looked to the carpet beneath your feet. “N-nothing,” you whispered.

“Sweetheart, I need you to tell me the truth. Please,” he said, his eyes wide with concern.

You let out a small sigh in defeat, wincing as your ribs constricted. You sat down on the bed, picking up the flannel that Eddie had obviously taken off, along with his leather jacket, leaving him in just his Black Sabbath tee. You quietly slipped his flannel on, inhaling the scent of weed and cigarettes that had become a comfort to you. Eddie sat down next to you, pulling you into his lap and holding you close.

“Please talk to me,” he begged.

“Jaosn found me when I was trying to leave,” you whimpered out, not wanting to move Eddie’s hands from your ribs even though it was killing you.

His eyes went wild at the sound of Jason’s name. “I’m gonna kill him,” Eddie growled, going to stand up.

“Wait! Do you want to know what happened or not?” you said, looking up at him as your hands started to shake.

He looked at you with his big brown eyes, as if to tell you to keep going. “Um, Jason found me as I was trying to leave. He started making comments and evetually pulled me off my bike. They found my songbook and were making fun of my stuff and then um…” you trailed off, not wanting to admit what happened next.

Eddie took a deep breath and held you closer, rubbing his hand up and down your back to comfort you.

“He, uh…he told me that I was what was wrong with this town. And then proceeded to shove my face in the concrete and kick me in the ribs until I couldn’t breathe. And then he said that…he said that if I told anyone that I’ll wish I had offed myself when I had the chance,” you choke out.

Eddie was silent for a few minutes, trying not to scare you with his anger. He already knew that he was going to find Jason after school tomorrow and teach him a goddamn lesson about respecting other people, especially when that other person was the love of his life.

“That doesn’t explain what you were doing in the bathroom,” he says softly, glancing down at your wrists.

You can’t look at him. You bite your lip, deciding to just bite the bullet. You pull up both of your sleeves, revealing your fresh wounds and the years of piled up scars.

Eddie can’t contain his gasp and the fact that his eyes filled with tears. He pulled your wrists into his hands, studying them for a minute. You waited for the disgust to come. But it never did. Eddie gave you a small glance and proceeded to kiss each and every scar, along with the newest additions.

“Babygirl, I need you to promise me that you’re not going to do this again. I know you’re in pain and that I probably won’t understand the depths of some of these but the next time you ever feel like this, you need to call me. Call me no matter what time it is, no matter what I’m doing. And if I don’t answer I want you to come find me. I don’t care if I’m in the middle of band practice or a deal, you come find me,” Eddie says, cupping your face in his hands as small tears stained his cheeks.

You could only nod and look down, wiping away a few of your own tears. Eddie held you close as you laid down in your bed. He never let go of you. Eddie stroked your hair and you played with the hem of his shirt. He continued to whisper sweet-nothings in your ear, telling you how much he loves you and that he’s never going to let Jason get within six feet of you.

And for the first time in your life, you finally felt safe. You had someone to protect you and love you with no judgement. You were so in love with Eddie Munson, and while it may have been too late for tears, it was never too late to find solace in the man you were lucky enough to call yours.

[darlingpwease]

i regularly visit your yuuta posts... i do <3 i read them, i smile, i giggle-- rinse and repeat

anyways... im not generally one to rile others up-- too much a pleaser, huh? but even the most intent pleasers will eventually get bold.

wanna kiss down his arm 'till i reach his ring and let my lips linger on the cool metal band-- as a beloved of his, im sure one would have to reach an agreement with rika; protect him as dear he is to her, and she'll... manage. supposedly.

he'd be too mortified if any harm befell his dearest, and putting him through any more distress is the last thing she desires-- doesn't mean she won't get... covetous, at times

so when rika sees a feline smile bloom across his monument of her-- i guess its good reason for her to want to strike me down <3 have mercy on her nerves, bless her-- still, i think prolonged eye contact would drive her nuts, and even the entranced yuuta could feel her growing exasperation. it's okay; i flip my attention to his palms, no worries <3

ajshsjshsjhs,,,, thank you my love,,,,,,, and thank you for talking about it first because your sickly sweet has ideas and is ready to dump them on you <3 /pos /teasing

content warnings: rika my precious babygirl sorry </3, established relationship, pet names

heavy petting, mild exhibitionism (?)

special grade reader implied

It's presumptuous of you to assume that she copes well when someone is too close to Yuuta — especially if you allow yourself to tease or in other ways force him to abandon a calm mood. Any attention is unnerving, especially if you send "mixed signals" or flirt with the help of force or a more aggressive position; behave quite teasingly flirtatious and you will have to regularly encounter elements of her incarnation, since the poor thing is sure that you are mocking him. And she's not exactly wrong, considering how he almost shivers when you touch him, or when he looks away, falling silent as you approach — he's too anxious, and she's always there to take care of him and remind you of her presence.

Rika has a past experience, you can't judge her — although later she becomes rougher skinned and doesn't react even if you squeeze him in the corner, so you start to get into each other. Yuuta doesn't look so scared and confused anymore — he just wraps around you, so everyone closes their eyes and ignores </3 as long as she is not worried about this, you almost do not remember her, except for occasional moments in the form of an anxious feeling of a curse nearby.

But her presence is almost always noticeable when you are alone with him — especially for the first time. It's not that she dislikes you, but she actually does it, especially when you take his attention and care more and more often; but, hey, it's okay, she doesn't like almost all the people around Yuuta, they always hurt him, and her task is not to give them that — even if you wheeze that Rika is just jealous, you will probably hear discontent from Yuuta, who is trying to calm her down.

You also try to help him and protect him... but this does not mean that she accepts you — especially as someone close to her Yuuta.

... Get that grin off your face.

Yuuta convinces her that she shouldn't hurt you, and she really doesn't want to make him angry, but if she could just get you away from him... she would be much more satisfied...

This is literally a dynamic where you share your beloved with the spirit of his deceased childhood crush and do not know how to react to it; when she again makes it clear to you that you should not so obviously flirt with death, and your cat-dog struggle is interrupted only because Yuuta begins to feel uncomfortable — you are clearly going over the edge "just talking dear don't pay attention".

Just stop threatening him — but you're not threatening him, hey? It's not bullying, it's just flirting — bullies say exactly the same thing and still hurt him. You hurt him once? She will never forget it for you.

You are just lucky that you can not be too afraid of her and her anger — not only because you are "strong", this is not such a problem, but Yuuta is clearly unhappy whenever she is annoyed.

... But at the same time, Rika is slowly but surely warming up to the idea that you are better than someone else — at least he is joyful and safe with you, even if she does not like when someone is around him, and before Yuuta was much less confrontational... But he looks better now, much better than in the past, so your presence is not so annoying anymore — as long as you keep your hands to yourself, of course.

kalsklsksls,,,,, he looks mesmerized by your every move, like an obedient rabbit, when you gently touch him, cooing over, stroking his skin — inner side of his arms and thighs are probably so tender and sensitive that touching them makes him tremble.

Please be merciful — when you stop, burning breath, and gently grabs the skin, leaving the first red mark; his body is so easily covered with your spots, such a perfect <3 he even tries not to shake, so as not to disturb you — doesn't want to interfere with your desires, too pleasing, even if his body aches from lack of attention to something else besides his hands <33

... not that Rika was happy, though.

Even if you don't see her, you feel a slight thrill, as if next to a powerful curse — an incomparable feeling of 'fight or run away'; but sweet Yuuta distracts you from thoughts, making quiet unsatisfied sounds when you freeze. Unlike you, his feeling has been haunting since childhood, he does not even immediately understand why you stopped, assuming that you want to hear more reaction — until notice that your gaze has become deeper. But of course you're fine — one more kiss and a light bite when Yuuta opens his mouth to say something worriedly, probably nervous that you want to stop because of the loss of a sense of security, and wanting to convince you that he's okay with this desire.

'Too Pretty' — you're not sure if you want to end your first night together just because someone is against it, drawing an invisible line on his wrist. The night has just begun.

... Not that when you reach the ring on his hand, you can handle the silent "I'm not touching you, you're not touching me." His skin is so pleasant, even if a little rough — especially with sensitive fingers, from the caress of which he almost whines, for a moment wanting to remove his hand from the surprise of a timidly polite touch.

Such a cutie.

When your lips gently press against his ring, the memory of his dear friend, you can't hold back a sly half-smile, lingering too long — provocatively long, knowing that not only your beloved is watching you.

Are you ready to face the consequences?

She gets so restless when you look right at her without burdening yourself with the need to move away from the cute old ring. Yuuta is breathing heavily, blushing, and you don't want to make him understand what exactly you are confirming with this gesture — you're not possessive, you just like to touch and caress him, it's just your need, almost the same as Rika's need, which you like to tease in an unloving style — but it's just part of human nature, right?

When the carefully suppressed sensations become naked bloodthirsty while you are cooing over him, even your Yuuta begins to feel strange — with a loving blush, but unexpectedly revived eyes, feeling that the situation has begun to change, as if the hot wet atmosphere has suddenly become ten times colder.

Rika is not one of those who copes well when you start to think that you should not be timid and obedient — but she is really nice, even if you are sure that if she had the opportunity, she could try to strangle you even with the lightest and softest fabric.

“H-honey?”

Oh, no, it's okay — you can't take that cheeky smile away, but it's okay. An old battered ring in which you can practically see your reflection — you would experience melancholy, but in the end, the future is always more important than the past, isn't it?

Which eye you should keep open while sleeping will worry you in the future — now Yuuta's body looks covered with your marks, although your red bite marks around his ring finger still look much better.

Maybe you don't wear rings — one is enough for him, but that doesn't mean you don't pretend.

one day you were having rough sex and Rika intervened because she thought you were hurting him, and it was the most awkward and strange scene. I beg you, it was the peak of Yuuta's acting skills and his attempts to justify everything with "some games they don't harm me at all Rika-chan" while you squeeze him, not too calm or overjoyed </3 bonus points if you pushed inside him and the whole awkward conversation stayed inside, because he wouldn't let you move away, too nervous and anxious, so you were in an even more unsatisfactory position </33

also loveheart go get your sleep troubled sleepless precious starbaby </333