#OKAY SORRY I HAVE ONE LAST SCENE AND THEN I’LL SHUT THE FUCK UP I PROMISE

[covenofthearticulate]

can you fucking believe the longest oneshot fic i’ve ever written in my life is going to be for a ship that’s not even my main ship 🫢

[teapartyprincess4two]

Talkative- M. Sturniolo

pairing: Yapper!reader x Boyfriend!Matt

classification: SFW & NSFW headcannons

inspiration: request

warnings: some 18+ content, use of y/n, established relationship

summary: head cannons of Matt with a talkative, yapper girlfriend!

Talkative- C. Sturniolo (Chris’s Version)

Talkative- N. Sturniolo (Nick’s Version)

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☆ SFW

It’s no secret that you love to talk, you can ramble on about topic after topic and never run out of things to say. Matt loves listening to you, whether you’re retelling your day or just discussing a topic you find interesting.

☆ you always ask him rhetorical questions in between your stories, “Okay, but can you believe she said that?” But you never give him enough time to respond.

☆ he just nods his head and hums in response, confused with all the characters of the story.

☆ when you’re watching a movie you always start asking questions about the characters or commenting on the scene.

☆ “why did they do that?” or “wow that’s a cute dress, I really like that.”

☆ most times he responds just so you know he’s listening, but other times he’ll ignore you because he’s too immersed in the movie.

☆ “Y/n I don’t fucking know, this is my first time watching this movie too,” and “That is a cute dress, baby. You’d look nice in it.”

☆ you’re ALWAYS last to finish your meal, mostly because you keep talking in between bites.

☆ he listens intently, responding in between mouthfuls of food with small “uh huh’s” and “yup’s.”

☆ by the end of your stories you’re usually not hungry anymore, so he eats your leftovers while you start yet another story.

☆ when you guys go through drive throughs he knows to just sit as far back into the drivers seat as possible.

☆ you’re leaning over him, chatting with the worker and somehow managing to learn their whole life story before you can even order.

☆ or when you’re going somewhere new and he needs the GPS you’ll constantly talk over it

☆ after missing like five exits, he begins to find it annoying

☆ “Babe, shhhhh,” he’ll smother your mouth with his hand while he grips the wheel with the other.

☆ that never stops you though, you just mumble from behind his hand.

☆ you’re such a good story teller that he can imagine everything you say.

☆ your stories have him dying of laughter, and it’s even funnier that you don’t laugh, you just continue telling the stories like normal.

☆ by the end of your story his face and ribs hurt from laughing so much, “Holy fuck that was hilarious.”

☆ when you say outlandish things he stares at you in shock, “Y/n! You can’t say that!”

☆ you just stare at him blankly and continue voicing your opinions.

☆ he looks at anyone who tells you to shut up with the ugliest, meanest stank face.

☆ you talk to EVERYONE whether it be in the checkout line in the grocery store or in the waiting room at the doctors office.

☆ Matt just turns away for one second and then when he looks back at you, you’re talking to an elderly lady and walking in the complete opposite direction.

☆ “Aw Matt, she said her cat died.”

☆ “Y/n, the cashier asked for your card.”

☆ “Oh, right! So sorry about that-”

☆ “You know what? I’ll pay for it,” he cuts you off before your rambling can distract you again.

☆ on the odd days that you’re quiet, he’ll know somethings wrong.

☆ you’re just sitting on the couch, scrolling through Netflix on the TV or typing away mindlessly on your laptop.

☆ “What’s wrong with you?” he says abrasively, like if he’s upset that you’re quiet.

☆ you’ll just shake your head, choosing to remain silent.

☆ “Did somebody do something to you? Why are you so quiet?” he’s ready to fight whoever made you upset.

☆ “I’m just tired,” you mumble, followed with a quick shrug.

☆ He doesn’t pry, he just lays with you and waits until your mood picks up so he can listen to more stories.

☆ if he ever starts telling someone a story you’re quick to interrupt, “no that’s not what happened!”

☆ he playfully rolls his eyes and lets you take the spotlight.

☆ NSFW

Although Matt loves listening to you talk, sometimes it becomes too much. So, he has to get creative and think of ways to shut you up.

☆ the movie is getting good and you won’t stop talking, asking about the characters and the storyline.

☆ next thing you know you’re on your knees with Matt’s dick in your mouth.

☆ he’ll let you do all the work as he continues to watch the movie in silence.

☆ sometimes you’re a little too friendly with strangers.

☆ Matt’s not usually the jealous type, but he knows that guys get the wrong idea when you’re talking to them and that they mistake your friendliness for flirting.

☆ he’ll pull you away and take you to a secluded area, “we gotta go.”

☆ “Wait but I wasn’t finished talk-“

☆ “we gotta go, Y/n.”

☆ then he’s fucking you and making you talk to him through it, “C’mon, I thought you weren’t finished talking.”

☆ you’re forced to babble your way through it, each thrust fogging your brain more and more.

☆ other times he’ll let you use your words to praise him.

☆ like when he’s eating you out, he just wants to hear you say how good he’s doing.

☆ “Yes, baby, right there. You’re making me feel so good.”

☆ after, he’ll make you ride him and whisper sweet nothings into his ear.

☆ “You feel so good, baby. So big, I can’t take it.”

☆ your words are always enough to send him into a frenzy.

☆ he’s wrapping his arms around your waist and bucking into you until he cums.

☆ when you guys are done having sex, he’ll cuddle into your side and lay his head on your chest while you play with his hair.

☆ these are the moments when he talks and you just listen, only chiming in occasionally.

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MASTERLIST

A/n:

YAP 🗣️YAP 🗣️YAP🗣️

thank you for this request I luv that I’m cementing my legacy as a certified yapper 😏

- L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

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[theemporium]

💰 with sugar daddy Carlos, you get in an accident in one of his expensive cars and freak out thinking he’s going to be pissed but instead he just worries about you?

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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It happened so fast that you weren’t even sure what happened.

Carlos had been so insistent that you take one of his many cars. You had been stubborn for the best part, far too attached to the crappy car you saved up for and bought after almost a year of working your ass off and saving every penny. It was your baby even if it took more effort and money to keep running over the years over buying a new car, and you weren’t ready to say goodbye yet. 

But then Carlos had seen you taping your side mirror back on (again) and had to practically beg for you to use one of his cars. He even promised to keep your car in the garage amongst his multiple sports cars and high-end names that you still thought only existed in James Bond movies, and in return, you took one of his cars out when you needed to go to work or run errands.

And that was exactly what you had been planning today.

It was meant to be a quick errand run: mostly grocery shopping, picking up a few things from the dry cleaners and popping into a few other shops you had been meaning to visit the next time you were out. And everything had been going fine until you were on your way to the food shop before you returned home. 

You didn’t see him coming. You didn’t hear him coming. You didn’t even know what happened until the ringing in your ears stopped and the taste of metal was prominent in your mouth. 

Ambulances and police were called to the scene. You were pulled out of the wrecked car by a paramedic, only to let out a sob and almost fall to your knees when you saw the damage. It was honestly a surprise it was still in one piece, but it was mangled and you hated to think about how much repairs would cost. 

And despite your deepest wishes, the police had to call Carlos since his name was not only under the main driver of the car but also as your emergency contact. 

Your stomach was in knots at what he would say. He had many cars, far too many for a single person to have but he adored every single one. The memory played on a loop in your head of Carlos telling you why he bought each car, when he bought them, the special occasion they were linked to. Each car had a meaning, and you had completely shattered one of them.

You were on the edge of throwing up the whole time you sat in the back of the ambulance, clutching onto the blanket they placed over your shoulders and trying to bite back the tears when you realised this was it. 

This would be Carlos’ breaking point. This would be the reason he needed to break up with you. This would be too much even for him, even if it would barely dent his bank account to repair the car. This would be a step too far in his eyes and he was going to leave you. 

“Where is she?!” 

Your eyes clenched shut as you heard his voice a few feet away. You could hear the commotion like muffled voices underwater, but it took less than thirty seconds before he was rushing towards you. 

“Mi amor,” he breathed out as his hands cupped your cheeks, his eyes glancing over every inch of you to make sure you’re okay. 

But his touch was the last thing you needed before you broke down. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry,” you sobbed as the tears began streaming down your face, blurring your vision of the Spaniard standing in front of you. “I didn’t see him coming and he just came out of nowhere. I didn’t mean to crash the car, Carlos, I promise. I-I’ll help pay for—”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he murmured, his thumbs wiping away the hot tears running down your cheeks. “Breathe for me, amor, breathe for me. Deep breaths. Just….breathe.” 

Your breathing was still shaky and shallow as you shook her head. “But the car—”

“Fuck the car,” Carlos said, a frown downturned on his lips as he softly squeezed your face. “Mi amor, I don’t fucking care about the car. I just care if you’re okay.”

You blinked. “Really?”

“Yes,” Carlos murmured, and it was only now you could really see the fear and concern written all over his face and shining in his eyes. “Those cars mean nothing to me. They can be replaced. But you can’t.” 

“Oh,” was all you could reply with.

“I was so scared when I got that call, I—” he let out his own shaky breath as he shook his head, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. “I thought I lost you.” 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. 

“Stop apologising, amor,” he murmured before lifting his head to press a lingering kiss on your forehead. “C’mon, let’s get you cleared and then I’m taking you home and not letting you out of my arms for at least three months.”

“Carlos—”

“I’m serious, mi amor, don’t fight me on this.”

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[pixelscutz]

𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 ꩜ .ᐟ

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 3 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧,, 𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯,, 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 !!

request from :: @despacito-uwu16 :3

As you watch Kenji walks out into the crowd, waving towards the stadium he takes a quick glance at you and winks. 

“Now we have Ken Sato, one of the most powerful and greatest living baseball players of all time! And oh, did I see a wink? Now the question is, it is to me or is it towards his girlfriend still front in the crowd, Y/n L/n! Oh she looks gorgeous today doesn’t she?” 

They camara man quickly points towards you as you smile and wave, looking up at you at the screen. 

Kenji looks at you from the pitching area and smiles. As he gets prepared for batting a coach walked up to him and whispered in his ear. He stiffed up, looking worried for a second. He then go a back to his normal smile and keeps his eye on the ball. 

You knew something was wrong. 

As the ball was thrown at Kenji, he attempts to hit it, but fail. “Strike one!” The announcement said. Kenji seems to make a loud groan. As you look around, trying to find an answer you see your ex looking at you, smiling. You roll your eyes and gets back to looking at Kenji. He ignores you, as you focuses his eyes on the ball. You lean in, trying to get a better view. 

“Three.. two.. one!” The ball gets thrown again in the air as Kenji fails again to hit it. 

“Fuck!” You hear him yell. You see your ex in the corner, smiling even more. You grit your teeth, trying not to cause a scene. 

“Last chance, Sato! Don’t screw it up!” Kenji sighs and gets back in position as he focuses on the ball again. The pitcher looks annoyed, as he does a lazy throw which Kenji misses. 

“Oh, Sato is out!” 

You see Sato look at the coach and other members angerliy as he storms off. You quickly run out of the stands and run backstage, looking for him. 

“Is his girlfriend following him? That’s so cute- Ow! Okay, I’ll get back to the game, sorry sorry.” The announcer’s voice started to fade away as you looked around for him. You finally found him sitting on the bench, his hands in his face. 

“Are you okay?” You ask quietly, sitting down next to him. 

Kenji chuckles. “Do I look okay?” He asks. You stay silent for a moment until you speak up.

“What’s going on? You never play like this.” 

Kenji looks at you. “Your ex keeps bothering me. It makes me nervous.” 

“You’re never nervous! Don’t let him get to your head.” 

“But.. He’s so much like. He’s better at relationships, I barley know anything. He knows how to treat a girl. I’m so new to this, am I even a good boyfriend?”

You smile softly, slightly tilting your head. “Of course you are. You’re treating me so much better than he ever had.” 

“Really?” He asks. 

“Yes, my love. Now get back on the field, I’ll be cheering you on.” 

Kenji smiles at you and cleans his hand off his shirt. He grabs his bat. “I love you.” 

You smile back. “Love you more.” 

________ 

After the game, you quickly ran towards the back of the field and gave Kenji a big hug. “You were great!” 

Kenji grins loudly and gives a long kiss. Camara starts pointing towards you as people in the crowds are cheering and shouting compliments. 

As you two start walking towards the back you see your ex giving a glare. You roll your eyes and tell Kenji, “Give me a momment, my love.”  

Kenji nods and walks away to the locker room. Your ex tilts his head, raising an eyebrow. You grit your teeth. 

I can do this. 

You start walking up to him as he gives a smug grin. “Miss me?” He asks in a snobby tone. 

You snort. “No.” 

“Then why are you even here?” He says, pulling out a cigarette. He puts it to his mouth and lights it up. He inhales deeply and puffs out some smoke. “Want one?” 

You shake your head, sighing. “Stop bothering Kenji.” 

“Not Kenji.” He snaps. “Ken Sato.” 

“Shut up. Just leave us alone, for god’s sake.” 

He looks up at you for a moment. When you look into his eyes, you realize there’s a bit of sadness in them. 

“Uh..” You try to find something to say.” 

“Okay, I’ll stop.” He says abruptly, as he looks behind you. You raise an eyebrow. 

“Thank you.” You hear behind you, as you whip your head back, you see Kenji giving a small smile. “I appreciate it, man.” 

Your ex looks you for one more time behind walking away. “Let’s go home,” You say quietly. “I’m a bit tired.” 

“Alright.” 

_______ 

𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 !! 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘱 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 :>

As you and Kenji pull up to the driveway, Mina comes from the large garage and lights up. “Need any assistance, Mr. Sato?” 

“No thanks, Mina.” 

Mina turns to you and repeats, “And you?” 

“I’m okay, thanks.” You smile, as you enter the home. 

“Mina?” Kenji asks, while taking off his jacket. “Can we get some privacy for the rest of the night?” 

You look at Kenji, as he smiles at you. “Yes.” Mina says, as she floats away. 

“Get in bed.” 

“What?” You ask, confused. “Why?” Kenji rolls his eyes and picks you up by the waist as he walks towards the bedroom. 

“Hey!” You scream, trying to get off. “Where are you taking me?” 

Kenji abruptly throws you onto the bed and gets on top of you, as he brings your neck to his lips, giving a long lingering kiss. “Kenji..?” You whine quietly. 

“Mhm?” Kenji whispers and he starts unbuckling his pants. “You need something?” He says while quickly taking off his shirt. You look up at him, directly into his eyes seeing them full of lust and desire, something you’ve never seen from him. 

As Kenji comes down to his underwear he cups your face, as you two go into a long make out, swirling your tongue into his mouth, looking for areas to explore. Your hand slowly goes down to his crouch, as if it’s controlling you. As you start rubbing it, Kenji whimpers quietly. 

“You like that?” He whispers? “It’s only yours, baby.” He starts to remove you purple laced bra, slowly moving down from your neck to your thick nipples. His toungue swirls around them, making sure to get every spot wet, as he takes a deep breath and bites them. 

“Ah!” You moan, trying to contain your excitement. Kenji bites them before slightly getting up, ripping your panties. 

“May I?” He asks. 

You nod as he opens your legs wide open and bends down, sticking his toungue into you. You starts licking around, as if he’s looking for something in there, as you try your best not to cum. 

“Mhm..” Kenji says, while cleaning off some spit. He removes his underwear excited, like a boy on a hot summer day getting his favorite ice cream. “Ready?” he asks. 

You nod again, giving the signal. Kenji smiles and starts inserting himself into you, as his tip reaches the end of your vagina. 

“Agh..” He whimpers. “You’re so deep.” He starts thrusting his hips against you, trying to reach the perfect spot inside of you. You moan loudly, closing your eyes. 

Kenji clasps your tits and grips them slowly while going even faster. “You’re doing amazing.” He whispers, leaning down. He takes himself out and grabs you by the waist to turn you around. 

You quickly get on your back, arching yourself for him as he slaps you ass, causing an unexpected whimper escape from your mouth. He rubs his cock around you ass, making sure everything is as wet as possible before he puts his tip inside of you. He grabs onto your waist, as he quickly starts to thrust inside of you, as the room is full of moans. 

He slaps your ass again, making it as red as a tomato, “I.. I can’t.” You try to finish your sentence before he removes himself from you. “Turn around.”

You turn back from the bed to see him tower over you, his cock looking down at your face. You look up at Kenji who raises an eyebrow, as if he’s expecting something. You nod as you start wrapping his cock around your hand before pushing the tip into your mouth. 

You start to push your head into his cock. You hear him whimper your name,  making it sound like music to your ears. You start going faster as you suddenly grabs your hair and pushes his cock right into your mouth. “Ready?” 

You nod, feeling your eyes watering. He suddenly cums right into your mouth, feeling the wet cream all over you. As you let your mouth escape, he starts to rub his cock right over you face making sure to get everything wet, making you look like a glazed donut. 

You smile as you take some cum from you face with your finger and lick it. “Yum.” You say, grinning while Kenji looks down at you.

“Good girl.”

𝘵𝘺𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥! 𝘪𝘭𝘺𝘴𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 :3

[eddiemunsonsbedroom]

okay, last one tonight cause I’m on a roll and feeling sassy.

mdni 18+, sex talk/swearing, husband!joel, tommy getting caught in the crossfire (lol), reader being a bitch but a bitch had it coming.

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“What was that?” You ask sharply.

Your middle-aged bitch neighbor that you heard whispering about you on the way to sit next to Joel slides her eyes up to yours. Realizing she’s caught, she tries to play it off.

“Excuse me?” She replies with a fake smile on her face.

You hear Joel curse at the bar behind you, quickly realizing that this is going to turn into a scene. He clears his throat, “Baby-“

“Hang on, Joel,” you throw your hand up in his general direction as he sighs.

“I was just saying that you’re awfully young to be with a man of Joel’s age, that’s all.”

The woman next to her chokes on her drink, shooting you an apologetic glance. You don’t even look.

“And I think a woman of your advanced age should know better than to gossip like a teenaged girl.”

“Shit,” Tommy says, picking the wrong time to show up. “Ladies-“

“Shut the fuck up, Tommy,” you shoot back without even turning around. He snaps his mouth closed, dropping into the stool next to Joel, giving him a wince. You would feel bad if you weren’t so fucking pissed.

“Classy,” middle-aged bitch says.

“Do you enjoy having all of your teeth? Because you’re talking like you have some to spare.”

“Okay,” Joel puts his hands on his thighs to push himself up, deciding now is a good time to stop this. “Let’s go, honey.”

“Yeah,” she has the audacity to continue, “you should probably listen to him, sweetie. It’s bedtime.”

You lunge, Tommy lurching forward to grab your wrist since he’s closer.

Seeing the quick glimpse of fear hit her eyes and the smirk drop from her face made your anger subside, a slow smile spreading.

You lean in close, whispering, “I’m sorry your husband can’t get you off, but you can’t have mine.”

She glares, not even denying it.

“I’ll make sure to make Joel moan extra loud tonight so you have something to help you along,” you smile, grabbing Joel’s forgotten whiskey off of the bar and knocking it back.

Her face goes red. Tommy balks. Joel tries to hide a smirk. You just grab his hand and drag him outside, deciding that you need to deliver on your promise.

A/N: if you’re “middle-aged” ily

[jujutsukatsuki]

11 Minutes || Katsuki x Reader || ANGST

{inspired by 11 minutes by Yungblud, Halsey and Travis Barker}

“Hey, I’m eleven minutes away.” Her voice chimed through his phone once he clicked accept.

“Yeah, I’m just waiting for you, I got 45 minutes of my break left.” He said as he checked the clock that hung on the wall of the coffee shop. They said their goodbyes and hung up. He bounced his leg nervously.

His ear piece started to ring, he pressed it and took the call.

“Dynamite.” His voice was gruff as he spoke, annoyed they bothered him during his break.

“We need you on Hiroshi street, there’s been a car accident and you’re the closest person.” One of his many assistants in his agency said.

He growled “On it.” He sent Y/n a text.

‘Got a call, only 11 minutes from here, I’ll be back asap!’

He took off out the coffee shop and used his quirk to propel himself faster. He could see the smoke from where he was.

~

Her head laid on his chest, the room smelt like sex and vanilla scented candles. Her hand was warm as it brushed over his tattoos that lay on his ribs. Y/n’s hair tickled his skin whenever her head would lightly move.

“You’re so pretty.” She whispered and kissed one of the tattoos gently.

“Oh, shut up.” His face flushed a light pink as he looked away, one hand tickled behind his head while the other laid on the small of her back. Their legs were entangled together as the quiet Saturday afternoon felt calming.

~

He arrived on the scene and as he dashed to the car that was on fire and flipped upside down, a man unconscious against the wheel, a women with her head against the dashboard and a baby in his back seat.

He got the three out just in time as the car had lightly exploded. Bakugou made his way to the second car and froze when he saw her, thrown from the windshield, laying on the ground.

“No.. no..” he whispered and rushed to her.

~

“I’m sorry Y/n.” His voice was cold, callus and calm. He packed up his duffel bag of stuff and was about to leave her for good.

“Please.” She sobbed and reached for him. He took a step back and stared off, eyes watering.

“I’m sorry. Being a pro hero is my dream and I can’t do that if I have distractions.” His heart felt like it was snapping. The sounds of her sobs got louder as she sat on the couch, hands in her hair. Katsuki took one last look at her before he left her apartment for the last time.

~

“Please.” He whispered as he held her body in his arms, her chest wasn’t moving. She was bleeding from various places.

“I’m sorry, please, wake up.” He nearly yelled as he rocked her in his arms lightly.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m so fucking sorry, wake up!” He screamed as more tears fell.

“Please!” He sobbed and held her tight. He shielded her lifeless body as the cars exploded once again. Paramedics came over and tried to take her and he wouldn’t let them.

~

“Run the simulation again.” He barked to the tech in the room.

“Running Simulation 214.” The robotic voice spoke.

Bakugou was once again back in the coffee shop getting the call. The simulation broke when the door opened.

“Dude..” Kirishima sighed quietly

“You couldn’t have changed the outcome.” He walked over to his best friend and partner at the agency.

“Yes I could!” Bakugou barked at him. “Get out!”

Kirishima sighed and left as he shook his head.

“He’s right you know.” Bakugou froze and turned to see her. She looked as beautiful as she did the day he met her.

“There was nothing you could have done.” She walked over and put her warm hand on his cheek.

“Please Kat, don’t forget me but don’t torture yourself.” Bakugou leaned into her touch before it disappeared as quick as it came.

“No.. please..” he whimpered and dropped to his knees.

~

“Katsuki.. katsuki~” a gentle voice spike in his ear, he jolted awake with a scream.

“Y/n!” She jumped at the yell before grabbing his face in her warm hands.

“Hey hey hey, it’s okay, what’s wrong? Bad dream?” She hummed softly. Bakugou panted as he looked at the girl of his dreams. He gulped air down a few times as he stared at her eyes.

“Yeah..” he nodded before pulling her into a tight hug. He felt her hands rub his back as she hugged back.

“You’re okay, I got you,” she whispered softly.

[ladykailitha]

Royal Pain Part 5

I finally resolve that cliffhanger and introduce Dustin. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3  Part 4

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Dustin looked over at Steve in confusion. “Who was that? And why did you give some stranger our address?”

Steve laughed. “Come on, Dusty. You know me better than that. I would never give your address to someone you didn’t know.”

Dustin and Suzie shared a glance.

“But everyone we know knows where we live, though,” Suzie said, tilting her head.

Steve licked his lips slowly. “Sure, if we were talking about someone both of you know. But this is someone Dusty knows.”

Dustin glared at him. “There is no way fucking way.”

Steve winked at him and smirked.

“There is no way in hell that Eddie Munson is on his way to my house,” Dustin insisted.

Suzie frowned. “Is this the D&D guy?”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “He was more than just some D&D guy, honey. He was so cool. He had long hair and wore a leather jacket. He played guitar and even had his own metal band.”

Steve grin grew bigger. “Still does.”

Dustin who had been facing Suzie turned to him, rotating his whole body so that they were face to face. “What?”

Steve half-shrugged. “Yeah. All four of them are still performing together. Corroded Coffin. I saw them over the weekend.”

Dustin let out a noise that couldn’t be categorized and leapt to his feet. “And you didn’t take me?”

Suzie sighed, grabbing his shirt sleeve and slowly pulling him back down to his chair. She patted his forearm gently.

“Dude,” Steve said with a smirk. “One, you weren’t invited and I was.” Dustin bristled. “Two, this was Saturday, so if I made you my plus one instead of Robin, you wouldn’t have been able to go, because you and Suzie had plans.”

Suzie hid her smile under her hand as Dustin glared at her.

“And thirdly, lastly whatever,”Steve continued, “they’ve had a steady gig at The Nightmare Holes for years. So if you were as big on the metal scene as you claim, you probably would have already known that.”

Dustin’s jaw dropped. “What?!”

Steve’s smirk was full on feral now. “Now here’s what’s gonna happen. He’s coming over because he got sunburned and needs me to survey the damage to make sure that we can still keep his tattoo appointment on Wednesday, so you are going to let me do that before you bombard him with questions and shit.”

“You’re his tattoo artist?” Dustin squealed.

Steve rolled his eyes. He would pick up on that bit, instead of the part where he had to kept his mouth shut.

“Since when?” Dustin huffed.

“Um...” Steve said, “since last Wednesday? Now before you scream at me again. I was going to tell you. Over dinner. Like a proper conversation about someone we both knew. But this little emergency kinda preempted that.”

Dustin pondered that for a moment. “Yeah, okay. That’s fair.”

Suzie breathed a sigh of relief.

Then there was a frantic knock on the door. Steve got up to answer it. He opened the door to a very worried Eddie. He was bouncing from one foot to the other and playing with his rings.

Without so much as a hello, Eddie slipped past Steve into the house to stand in the hall.

“I’m so sorry about this, man,” he said, “I can’t believe I was so stupid. I put sunscreen on my tattoo, why didn’t I put it on the rest of me too?”

Steve put a hand over Eddie’s chest to stall him. “I know you’re freaking out right now, but I need you take a breath for me okay?”

“Okay.” Eddie took a deep breath and let out slow.

“Good,” Steve said. “Now let’s take this one step at a time. Let’s go into the front room for some better light, and I’ll take a look.”

Eddie pursed his lips and nodded, following Steve. Once they got to the middle of the room, Steve turned to face him.

“All right,” he said gently. “Next step is to take off your shirt so I can see the sunburn.”

The fact that Eddie did so quickly and without quip or innuendo told Steve how serious this was for him. That Eddie was very upset.

Steve reached out to touch the bandage Eddie had used to cover the new tattoo and Eddie’s breath hitched. Steve gulped and licked his lips.

“You did a good job taking care of it,” he said softly. “You did everything right.”

Eddie nodded, his lips still pressed together, grateful that burn on his cheeks hid the blush that would have colored them. “I know. I just worry I didn’t take care of the rest of me.”

Steve nodded back. “Then turn around for me and let me see.”

Eddie turned around and Steve closed his eyes briefly before reaching out to touch Eddie’s shoulder blades.

“Is this where you were thinking about starting your wings?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Eddie nodded. “Yeah.” It came out more then a little breathless.

Steve moved Eddie’s hair out of the way. “Oh Eds...how did you manage to burn the back of your neck so bad?”

“My hair was sticking to it because of how hot it was, so I pulled it to the one side,” he admitted shyly.

Steve’s fingers hovered over the burn. “It looks so painful,” he murmured. “Do you shed much when you burn like this?”

“Like a god damned snake,” he growled ruefully.

“”That’s the general consensus, yes,” Steve teased.

It took Eddie a moment before he whirled around. “What the hell? That was a terrible joke!”

“I don’t know,” Suzie said, breaking the tension, “I thought it was pretty funny.”

Steve stuck out his tongue out at Eddie. “See? Someone has taste.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide as he took in the fact for the first time, that no, he was not, in fact, alone with Steve. He was in someone else’s house. He bowed dramatically.

“My apologies, fair maiden,” he said, smiling as he rose. “I have invaded your evening, but alas my need was urgent.”

Dustin scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Dusty?” Eddie said and then threw his arms wide to give him a hug. Only to wince when the motion pulled on the burns on his shoulders. “Ouch!”

“Dumbass,” Dustin said fondly.

Steve was more sympathetic. “Suzie do you have any aloe vera to put on his burns?”

Suzie nodded and went to go get it. Dustin gingerly gave Eddie a hug and he returned it, albeit not as fiercely as he would have liked.

They started chatting away as Steve gently applied the aloe gel to Eddie’s raw skin. As the cooling sensation worked its way into him, Eddie began to relax, the tension bleeding out as the pain subsided.

“There you go,” Steve murmured. “All done. I’d pick some of this stuff up on your way home if you don’t have any. Then after a day or so once the skin has had a chance to cool, use the cream I gave you for your tattoo, that should help with the peeling.”

Eddie grinned. “Thanks, Stevie. But what’s the verdict? Am I cleared for Wednesday?”

Steve smiled back. “All clear. The furthest the burn got on your back was a little past the collar of your shirt. No where near where you want to do the tattoo.”

The last little bit of tension in Eddie’s shoulders vanished. “That’s great news.”

“You should stay for dinner,” Suzie said. “We have plenty and it will give you more of a chance to catch up with Dustin.”

Dustin gave his best puppy eyes, Eddie glanced over at Steve, who looked hopeful. That sealed the deal.

“Sure thing!” he said. “I just have to make a phone call at seven, but other than that I’m all yours!”

“Who ya gotta call?” Dustin asked.

Steve was just grateful he didn’t have to ask, because he wasn’t sure he would have been able to ask without betraying his worry that it was a boyfriend or worse, girlfriend.

“My Uncle Wayne.” he replied cheerfully. “He worries about me being in the big city so he wants me to call every Sunday. It’s gossip mostly. But it’s nice.”

Dustin and Suzie looked at each guiltily. When was the last time they called home?

“Nah, man,” Dustin said. “That’s really good of you.”

Steve nodded in agreement, instantly relieved.

They got cleaned up and set the table, Eddie pulling on his shirt to eat. Steve mourned the loss of the view of that long torso, but understood that Eddie didn’t want to be tits out while he was eating at someone’s house. It was still a pity though.

They all chatted like old friends. Even Suzie seemed to really have fun and enjoy the company.

“It’s nice to have an even number,” Dustin said as they were finishing up dinner. “Steve never brings anyone over to these things. Not even Robin.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “She stopped coming because you kept trying to set the two of us up.”

Eddie nearly choked on his bite of food. He looked over at Steve and Dustin. ‘You are aware that she’s a lesbian, right?”

Steve laughed. “I am, I’m not sure he was.”

Dustin stared at the two of them in shock. “Robin likes girls?”

“Yup!” Steve replied, popping the ‘P’.

“That makes so much more sense,” Dustin said, slapping his forehead. “I always thought she was too smart not to date Steve, because Steve is such a catch.”

Suzie stood up and started clearing the table and Steve immediately jumped up to help her to avoid being further embarrassed by Dustin.

She started handing him dishes to put in the dishwasher. “Did I hear that right? You’re going to try doing another back tattoo?”

Steve nodded. “I first thought that it was because it was Eddie, you know? But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I was doing it for me too. I can’t keep telling people I don’t do large tattoos, I’ll lose business. Like really good business.”

Suzie hummed in agreement. “I can understand that. And trying it with someone you know will help ease the anxiety of it a bit. Because you can trust them to speak up through the process.”

Steve nodded again. “I’ve already started working on several sketches to show him on Wednesday.” He closed the dishwasher and started it up.

Suzie handed him a towel to dry his hands. “I’m sure it’ll turn out great.”

Steve took it from her and began drying his hands. “Robin thinks we should get a couple of apprentices to help take on the load while I work on Eddie’s back.”

Suzie took back the towel and draped it over the handle of the oven. “That’s probably a good idea. You have the extra room. You could easily expand if you wanted to.” She paused and pursed her lips. “But that’s the problem isn’t it? You don’t want to.”

Steve sighed and leaned up against the counter, folding his arms. “It’s not that. Or rather it’s not just that. I just never intended to be a tattoo artist, you know?”

She cocked her head to side. “You didn’t?”

Steve shook his head. “When my future wasn’t being planed out for me by parents, I always thought that I would be a firefighter or EMT. And then when I came out to my parents, and they cut me off, I even started taking classes for the EMT thing.”

Suzie’s eyebrows shot up. “Seriously?”

He hung his head and kicked at the tile. “It’s one of the reasons I don’t care about the aesthetic or any of that bullshit. It was never meant to be permanent.”

“I’m sorry, Steve.”

He let out a shuddering sigh and lifted his head. “But I love it, Suze. Like really, honest to God, love it. Which is why I’m afraid I’ll fuck it up. Fuck up Eddie’s tattoo, the new apprentices, the shop. Because if there is one thing my parents taught me is to not hold onto things because nothing in life is permanent.”

“Oh sweetie!” Suzie held out her arms and Steve stepped into them. “I know it’s a lot at once. But you are one of the most capable people I know. You thrive on high stress situations. That’s why you were so drawn to the firefighting or emergency work. And you’ll thrive with this, too.”

He sighed, but nodded. “Thanks.”

She patted his shoulder. “We should get back out there before they start wondering where we wandered off to.”

Steve blushed but followed her back out to the dinning room. Only when they got back out there, it was only Dustin.

“He’s on the porch,” he explained, “talking to his uncle.”

Steve nodded.

“We should call home, too,” Suzie suggested chewing on her bottom lip. She looked apologetically at Steve.

But he just smiled. “Go on. I’m not going to stop you just because my parents are assholes. I’ll just gossip with Robin until everyone is done.”

He wandered to the front room and flopped on the sofa as both Dustin and Suzie called their parents. He smiled up at them. A little shame did them good.

***

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Our Love Child (Steddie)

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson Warnings: Cursing (anything else let me know????) Word Count: 7.6k

Author's Note: To be honest, this might not be worth reading? I saw a prompt on Tumblr a few weeks ago and then this started rotting in my mind. I had to write it so that I could finally sleep at night! I cringed writing the kiss scene, that is not what I am good at. I am so sorry in advance :')

“Okay class, I have already paired you up for the next assignment. When I call your name, come up and grab your flour baby and join your partner at their desk.” A collective set of groans echoed around the room. Steve, being the oddball out, sat up straight as he listened for his name. “Munson and Harrington.”

With wide-eyes, Steve stood up to walk to the front of the room to collect his new flour child. “Hey, big boy,” He heard from behind him as he grabbed the sack of flour. 

“Munson,” Steve acknowledged, as he turned towards the metalhead. “You ready to be a dad?”

“I was nervous,” Eddie said, looking at the flour in Steve’s arms before looking up and at Steve. “But I’m less nervous knowing that I’m partnered up with the jock with the most motherly instincts.”

“Thanks, I guess,” Steve mumbled before turning to go back to his desk. Eddie quickly grabbed the baby blanket on the table next to their teacher’s desk.

“I didn’t mean that in a shitty way, Harrington,” Eddie said quickly, taking the seat in front of Steve. “I would much rather do this stupid project with you than anyone else. I mean I have already taken this class, as I’m sure you know. I should have graduated last year but the stupid gym credit, English class, and this stupid baby assignment really fucked me over. I’m trying to turn over a new leaf but at this rate, I’m not even sure it will be enough. It’s just so hard to come to school every day… But you have great motherly instincts. I’ve seen you with those kids you hangout with…not that I watch you all the time. And I know if we were to have our own kids, not that I’m thinking of us having kids , but you know we do share a sack of flour…our kids would be in great hands is what I’m trying to say. Ugh, slap me when you want me to shut up…”

“Nah, I wouldn’t slap you, Eddie,” Steve said, letting a chuckle slip up. The sound of the laugh and his name being said aloud caused Eddie’s eyes to whip up and look at Steve. “In fact, you can keep going if you’re going to continue to say nice things about me...how many kids are you thinking we are going to have? I’ve always wanted a big family.”

“Oh shut up,” Eddie said, barking out a laugh before punching Steve in the shoulder. “So how should we do this?”

—

Two days later, Steve was both exhausted and exhilarated. He was really starting to get the groove of this whole parenting thing. For one, Steve absolutely loved when he had to hold his flour child. There was something so comforting about keeping something that  you’re supposed to protect close to your chest. “What do you think, sweetheart?”

“Hm?” Steve asked, Eddie startling him from his thoughts. 

“I asked, what do you think we should name our love child? He’s two days old and it’s about time we named him. I was thinking of something metal like Ozzy.”

“We are not naming our love child after a man who bit the head off of a rat.”

“It was a bat and it’s hot that you even knew that,” Eddie said, looking up at Steve with moony eyes. “What name do you suggest then?”

“I was thinking something simple like, James?”

“Boring,” Eddie said with a faux yawn. “But whatever you think is best, sweetheart. I’ll love our little Jimmy regardless. In fact, I love him so much that I think it’s my turn to take him home tonight.”

“Are you sure you want to take him overnight?” Steve questioned, his grip on their love child tightening. He was excited for this project with Eddie, it’s his chance to get to know him better and hopefully curb this crush that has been bubbling for far too long but could he trust Eddie to keep Jimmy alive overnight?

“You don’t trust me to protect JimBo?”

“I don’t particularly like these nicknames you’re coming up with for our son,” Steve grumbled out, putting one hand on his hip as he cradled James in the other. “I don’t doubt your ability to take care of the child though.”

“Good, then it’s my night,” Eddie said, grabbing the bag of flour out of Steve’s arms before pressing a quick kiss to Steve’s forehead and running off.

“What the fuck just happened,” whispered Steve, touching his forehead.

—

Later that night, Steve was pacing. Why in the fuck is he so stressed about Eddie watching a bag of flour. This “child” of theirs was literally just a pantry staple. It wasn’t a real person! He can leave it on the table all night and it would be fine. The phone ringing at 12:46 a.m. was enough to get him out of his head for a split second. For some reason, the voice he was hoping to hear sent an odd feeling of dread down his spine,“Maybe you should have doubted me.”

“Eddie,” Steve groaned. “What the fuck happened?”

“I can’t explain it over the phone, I am so sorry Stevie,” Eddie whispered, Steve could sense his voice being clogged with emotion but the nickname caught him off guard.

“I’ll pick you up in the morning, Eds, we’ll run to the store and get a new baby. We will have to rename it too,” Steve said, trying to sound reassuring. It was a sack of flour for God’s sake. It’s not like Mr. Jones would know they purchased a new bag of flour.

“I killed our first child,” Eddie choked out. “I’m the worst partner ever, oh fuck. You should tell Mr. Jones that you need a new partner. There’s a reason I couldn’t even pass this last year.”

“Eddie, Eds, stop,” Steve said, as he began to laugh. “It’s a bag of flour. Shit happens, I’m not going to sweat it and you shouldn’t either. And for the record, if you decide you don’t want me as your partner anymore, you can tell Jones yourself. I’m not going to go willingly.”

“Keep talking like that big boy,” Eddie whispered, his voice catching in his throat, trying to play off his earlier emotions. “And I’ll start to think you have a crush on the Freak or something.”

“I’ve had crushes on worse people,” Steve whispered back, a small smile lingering on his lips. “Good night, Eddie. I’ll see you in the morning so we can pick up our new baby.”

—

Steve was buzzing, which maybe wasn’t the most unusual for him as he was a morning person but it definitely had something to do with this project with a certain metalhead. It was exactly 7:06 in the morning when Steve drove his Beamer up the path of the Forest Hills trailer park. Getting out of the car, he began to walk up the path to Eddie’s trailer. As he took the first step onto the trailer’s porch a voice called out to him, “What are you doing here, boy?”

“Oh,” Steve said, startled. “Um, sorry for the intrusion sir. I’m here to pick up Eddie. We’re doing a project together for health class and he called me last night to tell me he accidentally let our kid die. We’re going to get a new baby— I mean a sack of flour from the store.”

“That damn flour child assignment?” The man questioned.

“That’s the one,” Steve said, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking on the balls of his feet. 

“Well, I’m about to head in and go to sleep, I’ll holler at Ed for ya. You’re welcome to come inside and wait if you’d like. I’ll be surprised if the boy is already up and at ‘em. Usually takes a miracle to wake him up in the morning.”

Steve nodded, following who he presumed was Eddie’s uncle into the trailer. As they walked through the threshold, Steve could hear whistling and a low humming coming from a different room. “You already awake, son?” Wayne called into the trailer.

“Ah, yes, Uncle Wayne,” Eddie singsonged, still in the other room. “Steve Harrington is supposed to be coming by to pick me up. You see, I might have accidentally let our first child die. And I might have not slept a wink last night after a very pleasant phone call from— AH!”

“Steve’s here already,” Wayne chuckled as Eddie walked into the room, noticing Steve’s figure and cutting himself off from telling his own story. 

“Hey, Eds,” Steve whispered, a small smile forming on his lips. 

“When did you arrive, my liege?”

“I just got here a few minutes ago, I was talking to Mr. Munson out on the porch—”

“Boy, you better call me Wayne,” interrupted the older man.

“Sorry,” Steve said, sheepishly. “Wayne and I were talking outside. He wanted to make sure you were awake.”

“Though this feels like a dream, I can assure you I am most definitely awake. Now that you two are introduced, we need to go pick out our second child and the old man needs to get some sleep, off we go!”

—

“So,” Steve began as he started backing the car out of Eddie’s driveway. “How did you happen to kill James?”

“It was a most tragic event. I sat him on Gareth’s couch last night, all wrapped up like a bug in a rug. He was sleeping so peacefully, I rocked him and everything,” Eddie assured Steve, his hand reaching out to touch his arm before continuing. “But then, as I was working on my current DnD campaign, I hit a groove that I wasn’t expecting. I mean just going to town and creating scenarios that I know the party is going to be pissed about. As I grabbed the manuals I was looking for, I must have accidentally put them on top of Jimmy and then Gareth was acting like an asshole and began to hit me so I had to take matters into my own hands. Long story short, I threw him onto the couch and he landed on our baby. Good news is, he didn’t feel any pain. The baby, I mean. Gareth definitely felt some pain.”

“Rest assured our child died peacefully,” Steve choked out, in between giggles. “Only you, Eddie Munson, would admit to killing our child, do it with the most earnest story, and not even try to blame the accident on someone else.”

“I’m nothing if not honorable,” Eddie said, lips quirked up. 

“Yeah, you’re honorable alright,” Steve said, rolling his eyes. Steve pulled into a parking spot, put the car in park and looked towards the boy in his passenger seat. “Alright, let’s go pick out our child. You will only have supervised nightly visits from now on. Until you can be deemed trustworthy again.”

“That is fair,” Eddie said, shaking his head before following Steve out of the car. “So what do these supervised visits entail?”

“Shut up, Munson,” He said, punching Eddie in the shoulder.

Side by side, they walked through the supermarket and straight to the baking aisle. As they approached the bags of flour sitting on the bottom row, Eddie grabbed the bag of flour sharing the same branding as their previous child. “I’m thinking we should name our new baby, Aragorn. I’ll probably call him Ari for short.”

“Eddie,” Steve said, releasing a sigh. “That name sounds like something out of DnD. Why that name?”

“You know DnD?”

“Um, yes… but I have no clue how to play it. It’s too much math and random things to remember. The kids I babysit like to play and you were just talking about it. It’s all very fantastical so a name like that would definitely stick out to me as DnD.”

With wide eyes, Eddie continues to stare at Steve, his mouth slightly agape. As the younger boy started to walk towards the cash register, Eddie trailed after him. “You’ve tried to play DnD?”

“A few times. But like I said, it didn’t work out for me.”

“Well, I’m going to try and recruit those pipsqueaks to my club to play with me and my friends. You’re also going to have to attend one of my sessions.”

“I could be persuaded,” Steve said, looking at Eddie before he grabbed the sack of flour he just paid for. “Come on, we’re going to be late for school.”

Eddie trailed after Steve, following him toward the blue BMW. “Lord of the rings.”

“What?”

“The name I picked out, Aragorn. It’s the protagonist of Lord of the Rings.”

“So I was basically right.”

“Yeah, Stevie,” Eddie said, letting out a laugh. “You were basically right.”

—

Steve had been fulfilling his fatherly duties the whole day. He brought the baby to all of his classes and in HomeEc, Steve passed the baby to his other father so they could “bond.” Those were Eddie’s words, not Steve’s. When the last bell finally rang, his next plan was to take baby Ari to the park and pretend to put the sack of flour in a swing. Even a sack of flour needed fresh air, right?

“Stevie!” 

Hearing the nickname that only Eddie used made his head rush, Steve, willing the blush on his cheeks to down, turned towards the metalhead. “Hey, man, what’s up?”

“I barely got to see you today—I mean you and baby Ari today! Where are you going?”

“Oh,” Steve said, flustered by Eddie’s choice of words. Of course he meant the flour baby. “I was going to take Ari to the park to ride in the swing for the first time! Did you want to come with me?”

“Um, I want to say yes,” Eddie started. “But I can’t, I have band practice tonight. I would like to see our son tonight though.”

“Oh, okay, right. Here—”

“No, Stevie,” Eddie said, putting his hands up to stop Steve from passing the baby over. “I have supervised visits, remember? Do you want to come to band practice with me and bring our baby? To make sure I don’t get into trouble, of course.”

“Of course, I guess I can’t trust you with Aragorn alone yet.” He paused, a smile on his face as he pretended to ponder his decision. “I’d love to watch you and your friends practice your ridiculously loud music.”

“Yes!” Eddie cheered, turning away from Steve and pumping his fist in the air. “Can’t wait to have my two favorite guys there to support me! I’ll even get some headphones out for baby Ari.”

“I drove us to school this morning, can I drive you to Gareth’s?” Steve asked, trying not to think about what Eddie just said about him being one of his favorite guys. There’s no way this man thought about him the same way he did. Steve was definitely going to bring this up to Robin later. 

“I’ve been giving Gareth driving lessons so I’ll ride with him, it’ll be good practice for the young padawan! Just keep our baby safe and I’ll lead the way,” Eddie said, winking at Steve before turning around and walking towards Gareth’s vehicle.

After quickly saluting the metalhead, Steve got in his car and began to follow him. This whole assignment wasn’t meant to make people fall in love but the last few hours had been the most domestic fun Steve has had in years. After Nancy broke his heart and stomped on it in front of the entire school, Steve had struggled with feeling fulfilled or worthy of this kind of attention. Robin would remind him how wonderful and deserving of love he was and that was great. It’s one of the best feelings when you find your best friend in this crazy world but he couldn’t help but ache for something a little more romantic. Eddie being so kind and actively wanting him to be around, when he could easily hate him for Steve’s past King Steve bullshit was not lost on him. He couldn’t help but fester his already pathetic lovesick crush on the boy. 

Three minutes later, Steve pulled in behind Gareth’s car in an unfamiliar driveway. Once the car was safely in park and the car turned off, Eddie jumped out of the passenger side, walking towards Steve’s BMW. 

“So what’s the verdict,” Steve asked, grabbing the flour baby and closing his car door. “Is Gareth a safe driver?”

“He’s got a lot of learning to go,” Eddie began as his friend scoffed in the back. “He’s getting pretty good though!”

Steve let out a laugh at Gareth’s reaction, stepping forward to become shoulder to shoulder with Eddie. A slight touch of someone’s pinky snapped Steve out of his daydream. “Follow me, Stevie,” Eddie said whispering. Glancing down at the metalhead’s pinky touching his hand, Steve felt his whole body catch fire and he did just that. As they walked into the house, Eddie led Steve through the entryway and into a side door leading to the garage. “You assholes are late,” came a voice in the garage, set up as a mini recording studio complete with couches, a full drum kit, rugs, amps, and microphones. 

“Sorry, Gareth was driving and my baby daddy and love child followed us so we couldn’t rush too much,” Eddie responded with a shrug before walking over to the guitar stand to grab his guitar and plug it into the amp. “This is my sweetheart, one of the great loves of my life, next to Ari and you of course,” Eddie said lovingly, petting the instrument as he mumbled out the last part of his sentence. 

With heat rushing to his cheeks, Steve pushed Eddie trying to turn his body away so he would miss the blush. From behind them, someone cleared their throat, making Steve jump away from Eddie.

“Ugh, hi,” Steve said, waving to the group of guys in front of him. 

“Steve Harrington, didn’t expect you to willingly hangout with the likes of us,” a man holding a guitar, who Steve remembered as Jeff, said. 

“I’m sorry for how I acted before in school, Jeff, not only to you but to Eddie, Gareth, and Doug as well” Steve said, hating how he could just never seem to escape the shit past he created. “That’s not who I really am and I’m trying really hard to prove that.”

“Good enough for me, a friend of Eddie’s is a friend of mine,” Gareth said. “Let’s get this show on the road, I have to go inside and babysit my cousin tonight. The parents are all going to Enzo’s to celebrate some big promotion of my Mom’s.”

“Let’s rock! One, two, one, two, three, four!” With a wink pointed towards Steve, Eddie began to play the guitar. Thirty minutes later, the band was taking a five minute water break and Eddie excused himself to the bathroom inside. “How’s the HomeEc assignment going?” 

“It’s going good,” Steve said, shrugging. “Eddie is kinda ridiculously clumsy. Our first bag of flour, named James, was murdered by him last night. That’s why I’m here. He said he wanted to see the baby but I limited him to supervised visits with our new baby Aragorn.”

“Clumsy? Eddie?” Jeff questioned, causing Gareth to let out a chuckle.

“Aragorn?” Doug said, pointedly. “Can’t believe you let him name the bag of flour after a Lord of the Rings character.”

“Yeaaah, he seemed really excited about the name though. It’s kind of growing on me,” Steve drug out, a blush coating his cheeks before looking at the guys skeptically. “Is he not a clumsy guy though? We didn’t even have the bag of flour for 12 hours before he killed it.”

“You see that guitar over there?” Gareth said, pointing at Eddie’s Sweetheart. “Eddie has had that thing for three years, and he has never as much let it get scratched. If that man cares for something, nothing is going to happen to it.”

“Oh, he calls it his sweetheart, right?” Steve asked, Gareth nodding in response. Clearly he didn’t care about their love child as he kept calling it. “Right, I mean it’s a stupid sack of flour so hard to compare them, right?”

“‘Course,” Jeff said, giving Steve a small smile before Eddie bounded back into the garage. 

“Ready to keep rocking?” He asked, walking over to where Steve was sitting and picking up baby Ari. As he scooped up the sack of flour, he began walking back towards his guitar, but as he turned, his foot got caught in the microphone wire. The quick motion caused Eddie to lose his footing and fall forward, the bag of flour falling out and onto the floor where it exploded open. “Stevie, I’m so sorry…”

“Honestly Eds, it’s fine,” Steve whispered as he looked between the pile of flour on the floor and the wide-eyed man in front of him. “I’m going to head home now though. I’m tired and I guess you don’t need supervision anymore if there’s no kid, right? You’ll be fine to get home on your own?”

“What? No, wait!” Eddie called out after him, following him to the front door. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” 

“I know, Eddie, I know you didn’t mean to,” Steve said, running his hands through his hair. “But fuck, it’s like you don’t even care!”

“You know that’s not true,” Eddie said, taking a step forward, reaching out towards Steve before dropping his hands. 

“No, no I don’t. You’ve literally ruined two bags of flour in less than 48 hours. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Steve said, walking out the front door and hopping in his car to speed home. 

With tears in his eyes and an empty home in front of him, Steve locked his car door and walked inside. After kicking his sneakers off by the door, Steve picked the phone and called Robin. He felt ridiculous. There was no way Eddie even had a crush on him so taking his lack of caring personal was on him. Robin had spent months reminding Steve that you can’t put expectations on other people…and look at what he did. He expected Eddie to suddenly like boys and care about this stupid classroom assignment. It really was just a bag of flour. What was the big deal?

“I think you’re being too hard on yourself,” Robin said through the phone. “Eddie Munson is a great guy but he’s never been the best at school and he’s not known as some crazy Casanova. Maybe he just has a fatass crush on you and he continues to lose his cool?”

“Yeah right, please don’t put false hope in my head,” Steve grumbled, flinging himself onto his bed. “It’s getting late though and I have a stupid headache forming so I’m going to go to sleep, Robs.”

“Steve, I love you. Please be kind to yourself. Talk to Eddie, he’s a good guy. Honestly, what if he’s afraid of your King Steve persona beating the shit out of him? Like it’s not easy to be a queer person especially in Hellhole, Indiana.”

“I know he’s good, Robin. Trust me… I wouldn’t hit him for anything, what the fuck. Everyone knows my reputation with getting in fights,” Steve said, rolling his eyes. “But you do have a point. I'll talk to him tomorrow. I love you too. Bye.”

— 

Steve woke up with a killer migraine and way too much self-doubt to be considered healthy. Going through the motions, he showered, made a cup of coffee, and laced up his sneakers before slinging his backpack on his back and making his way to the car. He tried to drink some water while driving to school, hoping to ease the migraine. As he pulled into his normal parking space, he spotted Eddie’s rusted van parked a few spots over. The metal head leaning on the front with a baby blanket sitting in his arms.

“What the hell,” Steve whispered before exiting the car.

“Steven Marie Harrington, I am so sorry,” Eddie said loudly to get Steve’s attention.

“Eddie that is not my middle name,” Steve responded back at the same volume as he began walking towards the curly haired boy.

“Well that’s the best I could come up with,” Eddie said, cheeks warming up when Steve nudged his shoulder. “Look I’m—”

“I’m so—” 

“Let me first,” Eddie said, causing Steve to look up at him, wide-eyed. “I am so sorry for last night, Stevie. I was so fucking clumsy and I didn’t mean to kill our second love child. Second. I’m such a fuck up that I’ve killed two sacks of flour.”

“You’re not a fuck up,” Steve whispered, looking at Eddie’s arms where the baby blanket rested. “I also don’t think you’re clumsy. The guys told me that you’ve never even let so much as a scratch on your Sweetheart but you’ve killed two sacks of flour so it has to be that you don’t care or something. Which I get. It’s a stupid school assignment. But I just want to do well, Eds.”

“I want to do well, too,” Eddie said, exasperated. “I went to the store this morning, bought our third baby. This one is going to stick because third times a charm. And I think you should name her.”

“Her?”

“It looks like a pretty princess, right?” Eddie questioned. “She gets it from her Dad.”

“Sure, Eds,” Steve said giggling. “I think we should name her Beth.”

“Princess Beth, has a nice ring to it.” 

“Yeah it does, now hand her over, you’re limited to getting supervised time with her and that means that you can’t even hold her for a bit. We’re working back up on that trust.”

“Fair enough,” Eddie said as he let out a sigh. “Do you want to hang out tonight? Maybe watch a movie at my place? My uncle is going to be at work. We can do homework together too, work on this stupid report?”

“Oh, um…”

“We don’t have to,” Eddie said, backtracking as quickly as he could. “I need to keep working on my next DnD campaign anyway…”

“No!” Steve yelled. “I mean, no. I would love to hangout with you but I actually made plans with Robin and one of the middle schoolers I babysit, Dustin Henderson. We are going to Benny’s for dinner. Do you want to come with us?”

“Actually,” Eddie started before flinging his arm around Steve and guiding him towards the high school. “Benny’s with your girl and middle school bestie sounds fun.”

“Ew,” Steve said, wrapping his fingers around Eddie’s wrist draped over his shoulder. “Rob is not my girl. She is my platonic with a capital P soulmate. And Dustin is a little asshole who is too smart for his own good so don’t let the middle school part fool you, he probably knows more than all three of us combined.”

“I can’t wait, Stevie,” Eddie said smiling at Steve as they came to a stop in front of Steve’s first hour class. “I’ll see you in HomeEc?”

“See you in a few hours,” Steve said untangling himself from Eddie as the older boy began to walk away. Steve looked down at the sack of flour in his hands, “I am diving into deep waters, Bethie girl.”

—

Steve took a seat next to Robin in their shared U.S. History elective, the smile on his face and the sack of flour in his arms hard to miss. “You’re in a quite a different mood than the one you were in on the phone last night. Did your headache go away?”

“Actually, now that you mention it, I think it is gone,” Steve said, the smile still plastered to his face as he shoved the sack of flour on the table. “Eddie picked up our new child, this is Beth.”

“I think I’m going to drop out so I don’t have to do that stupid assignment next year.”

“Stop being so dramatic,” Steve said, rolling his eyes. “I also invited Eddie to eat with us tonight.”

“Oh?”

“I don’t like your tone,” Steve said, crossing his arms before narrowing his eyes at his best friend. “Why did you say it like that?”

“Last night you were crying about this boy probably not having feelings for you, now you’re giddy because he agreed to eat dinner with you, me, and a fourteen year old. You, my friend, are a dingus.”

“Shut up.”

“You need to either tell him how you feel or just find a way to move on. Do what I do, stare at your crush from afar and know that it’ll never happen. We can’t keep letting these crushes affect our entire mood. It’s not healthy.”

“Maybe you’re right,” Steve sighed, turning his attention to the teacher walking into the room. “I’ll try not to feel so much.”

“Steve, you know that’s not—”

“No, I heard you,” Steve said, cutting her off and effectively ending the conversation. 

Two hours later, Steve was making his way to the HomeEc classroom. As he made the turn into the classroom, he was stopped by Tommy H. An arm wrapping around his shoulders much like Eddie’s this morning but lacking the same warmth and safety as Tommy spoke,“Heard you were partnered with the Freak for your baby project.”

“Eddie Munson is my partner for the Flour Baby project, what is it to you, Tommy?”

“Just don’t want you to get wrapped up in that cult of his. We used to be best friends once, I’m just looking out for you.”

“Get the hell away from me,” Steve said, throwing Tommy’s arm off of his shoulders. “I would much rather be partnered with Eddie in every school project than be forced to talk to you for even a second. He’s awesome and has been a better friend to me in the last five days than you were in our ten years of friendship. So take your energy somewhere else.”

“Whatever,” Tommy scoffed. “You know he’s gay right? It’s written all over the bathroom stalls.”

“I’ve never been one to listen to what the bathroom stalls say about others, but I’d still like him just as much if he was gay. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get to class,” Steve said, before he mumbled under his breath. “Asshole.”

Steve entered the classroom right as the tardy bell rang. As he walked over to the desk that he and Eddie shared, he noticed that Eddie had not yet arrived. With a sigh, he sat down, placing Beth on the table and getting out his notebook. 

“Miss me, princess?” Eddie asked, scooping up the bag of flour as he plopped down next to Steve.

“Well only a little,” Steve said automatically before he realized what he said. “I mean, Beth. Beth obviously missed her dad, quite a bit. Not me, I just saw you a few hours ago.”

“Aw, sweetheart,” Eddie said. As he watched Steve’s cheeks light up pink, he leaned in and whispered, “I missed you too.”

“Shut up,” Steve said, giggling and nudging Eddie away. 

The rest of the class went without any hiccups. Together they began to write down their experiences and started the report that would be due the following week on Wednesday. Though they still had a few days left of this assignment, Steve was already feeling sad that it was almost over. 

“Do you want to ride to Benny’s together?” Eddie asked, breaking Steve out of his thoughts. 

“I have to pick Dustin up from school and Robin comes with me. She doesn’t have a car. You are more than welcome to join us, though?”

“Oh, um, I don’t want to take up your entire car,” Eddie said, awkwardly chuckling. “I’ll meet you guys there then?”

“Sounds perfect, Eds,” Steve said, eyes shining up at Eddie. He stood up, putting his stuff in his backpack before taking the sack of flour from Eddie right as the bell rang dismissing the class. “See you tonight, then?”

“Wouldn’t miss it!”

—

“Why did you invite someone else to our weekly Benny’s trip?” Dustin said, crossing his arms in the backseat.

“How do you know Steve invited Eddie, what if I did?” Robin questioned, turning to look at the younger boy. 

“You, Rob? Eddie Munson is so not your type,” Dustin said, tilting his head to challenge the argument. 

“Point taken, Steve did invite Eddie.”

“We are working on a project together,” Steve began. “I hung out with him a few other times this week and he’s been a lot of fun. I want to keep hanging out with him.”

“Are you into him? Like into him into him?”

“What?!” 

“Because it’s okay if you are, you’re getting a weird goo-goo look in your eyes, the same one that I get when I talk about Suzie,” Dustin said, looking at Steve in the rearview mirror. 

“I…I’m not sure,” Steve said, releasing a sigh. “I haven’t fully figured out my feelings” Total lie, I absolutely like Eddie Munson, Steve thought to himself. 

“Well figure it out,” Dustin said as Steve put the car in park at the Diner, spotting Eddie leaning against his van. “That boy is also looking with the goo-goo eyes. Weird star-crossed lovers thing going on here.”

“Shut up, dork,” Robin said, turning towards Dustin and giving him a glare before hopping out of the car. “Eddie! Weird seeing you outside of band. How are you?”

“I’m great, Birdie! Excited to see King Steve in a new environment.”

“Hah!” Dustin barked out. “This man is definitely not a king. He’s the Tweedledum of the duo there.”

“I haven’t been King Steve in a really long time, Eds. I’m not that guy anymore,” Steve said looking down before turning and leaving the other three outside while he made his way into the diner.

“I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s a sensitive subject for him, Eds,” Robin said. “But, he’ll be okay. Let’s go.”

When they approached the table, Steve was sitting on the inside of the booth studying the menu as if he had never been at Benny’s before. “Are you trying something different today?” Dustin questioned as he scooted into the book next to Eddie, who was sitting directly in front of Steve.

“‘Course not,” Steve mumbled. Releasing a sigh, he looked at Eddie, sitting directly in front of him. “Hey, Dust, did you know that Eddie runs the DnD club at school? I bet he could run a campaign that even you couldn’t win.”

Watching the corners of Eddie’s lips twitch up, Steve felt the heat rush into his cheeks and down his neck. There was something so fulfilling about introducing people you knew would just get along so well. 

“Are you a DM?” Dustin questioned, turning his body to fully look at the boy next to him. “Our DM is looking to move so that would honestly be perfect.”

“Yeah, man! I’m ruthless though, don’t think I’d take it easy on you,” Eddie said, looking back at Steve and winking. Grabbing onto their love child tighter, Steve forced himself to look away, choosing to look to Robin instead.

Two hours later, four burgers, three sides of fries, one side of onion rings, and five shakes later (Dustin just had to try two different flavors) the group were heading back to their cars. Robin and Dustin were arguing about who got to sit in the front on the way back to their respective houses but Eddie grabbed Steve’s wrist before Eddie had a chance to speak, Steve cut him off, “I have to drop these assholes off at their houses but would you like to come over? To work on the paper?”

“To work on the paper,” Eddie echoed, a small smile playing on his lips. “I’ll be there shortly, big boy.” 

With his mouth agape and cheeks ablaze, Steve made it back to the BMW, facing a wide-eyed Robin and annoyed Dustin from the backseat. “Not a word, guys, not a word.”

“Thanks for finally introducing me to someone cool,” Dustin said, ignoring Steve’s warning. His comment caused Robin to reach into the backseat and slap the younger boy. Fifteen minutes later, Steve was pulling into his usually empty driveway to see Eddie’s rusted van sitting there, Eddie, once again, leaning against it. For the first time in ages, butterflies were swarming his gut. It’s now or never, he thought. In actuality, it would be smarter to wait until the end of the assignment, that way if Eddie wanted to kill him, they could avoid each other and forget it ever happened. Steve just didn’t think he could wait that long. 

“Sorry it took so long, Dustin wouldn’t shut up about you. He gave me a list of things to tell you about the campaign you guys talked about,” Steve said, locking his car door and walking towards Eddie. 

“He’s a cool kid,” Eddie said, reaching out his hands to take the sack of flour from Steve. “Not as cool as our kid though.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve said, rolling his eyes. He walked through the threshold of his front door, quickly ushering Eddie inside and shutting the door before taking off his shoes. Eddie followed suit, switching arms to hold the ‘baby’ as he took them off. 

“You’re being extra gentle with Beth tonight,” Steve said, looking at the sack of flour cradled in Eddie’s arms. Turning around, Steve walked to the couch, nodding to Eddie to follow.  

“I’m trying to prove to you that I care,” Eddie whispered, looking at Steve before taking a few steps to the couch and sitting down. “I care Steve.” 

“Eddie,” Steve breathed out. “I know you care, I want us to do well on this assignment, I want you to do well with this assignment…”

“I’m not talking about the assignment, Stevie.”

“What?”

“I care about you.”

“Eddie,” Steve started, breathing turning heavy. “You know what your band told me the other night? You were the least clumsy person they knew. You were excellent at protecting what you cared about. Ensuring that nothing ever happens to your things.”

“That’s true, I’ve never let my sweetheart get a scratch on her. I’ve also never had a boy I’ve had a crush on not only in the same room as me but watching me play,” Eddie said, scoffing. “You can punch me and kick me out, make me finish the assignment on my own, I don’t care. The reason my friends haven’t been able to see me falling over the place, ruining things, is because I’ve never brought my crush around them!”

“You—”

“Yes! Stevie, I have the biggest, fattest crush on you. It’s absolutely ridiculous.”

“I can’t believe it,” Steve whispered, his hands coming up to rub his neck, a nervous tick he’s had for years. 

“I’m sorry for making it weird, Steve,” Eddie whispered, rising to his feet. “Before I go, I wanted to say thank you.”

“Go? What? Where are you going? And thank you? For what?” Steve said, voice raising before he jumped up and grabbed Eddie’s hand, stopping him in his place. “I have a fat ass crush on you too, ask Robin. I was basically crying about it after your band practice last night.”

“Steve Harrington has a crush on little ole me?” Eddie questioned, turning his body back to face the younger boy and moving the both of them back towards the couch. “I didn’t even know that you were into guys?”

“I’m bisexual, Robin helped me figure it out last year,” Steve affirmed, sitting next to Eddie before turning towards him. “But thank me? For what?”

“I heard you with Tommy this afternoon, before HomeEc,” Eddie started. “No one besides the guys in my band have ever stuck up for me.”

“Eds…”

“It’s crazy because there are a lot of things said about me in this shit hole town, most are untrue. I am not a Satanist and I don’t run a cult,” Eddie said, turning towards Steve. “But I am gay. That part is true.”

‘Thank God for that,” Steve joked, leaning over to Eddie, lifting his head to meet his eyes. “Can I kiss you now?”

“God, yes,” Eddie breathed out. With a rush of adrenaline, Steve leaned up, grabbing the metal head’s cheeks before connecting their lips. “Wait.”

“Huh, what?” Steve said, feeling as though his hands were scalding hot and dropping his hands from Eddie’s face. “I’m sorry, did I misread this?”

“No nothing happened, you’re perfect,” Eddie reassured, rubbing his nose along Steve’s cheek and breathing his scent in. “I can’t kiss you knowing that I upset you earlier. What happened at Benny’s? What did I do or say to make you upset?”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Steve said, brushing it off.

“Don’t do that,” Eddie said, pulling back just enough to look in Steve’s eyes. 

“You called me King Steve,” Steve whispered.

“Stevie,” Eddie began.

“No, it’s fine. I have to accept that I did shitty things and hurt a lot of people during my reign,” He said, pronouncing reign with as much disdain as he could. “But fuck, it’s like that only thing people can seem to remember me for no matter how much work I do on myself!”

“No that’s not—”

“Eddie, you don’t have to try and make me feel better. I know I was awful. The name haunts me and I know you didn’t mean it in a condescending way. I think it just hurt coming from you, someone I care about,” Steve said, looking down at his fingers intertwined with Eddie’s.

“Baby,” Eddie whispered, causing Steve’s breath to hitch. 

“I like that one.”

“You like being my baby?” Eddie asked, his lips quirking up into a small smile before pulling Steve’s body close.

“Sweetheart, honey, love, Stevie,” Steve whispered, tilting his head up. “But yeah, I think I like being your baby the most.”

“You’re killing me here,” Eddie said, giggling as he tried to pull his hair across his face to hide. Steve reached up, brushing his fingers across Eddie’s cheeks before grabbing the metalhead’s hair from his fingers. Staring up into Eddie’s eyes, Steve found the confidence he had been looking for. Shivers rushed down his spine as their lips finally met, a small groan sounding in the back of Eddie’s throat. 

Steve responded with the same hunger, dropping his hands to Eddie’s nape to pull him closer. His body melting into Eddie’s, Steve couldn’t help but drag his tongue along Eddie’s lip, asking for more, but still fearful that he was asking for too much. Eddie quickly responded, not allowing Steve the time to overthink, opening his mouth to give the younger boy enough space to finally break the barrier, finally taste him. Steve could feel his entire body light up, this is what freedom feels like, he thought to himself. Emotion clogged his head as he pulled away to catch his breath. 

“What’s wrong?” Eddie questioned, his lips following Steve’s as the younger boy pulled away.

“I just—”

“C’mere,” Eddie said, pulling Steve even closer and wrapping his arms around him.

“I didn’t know it could feel like that…”

“Me neither, Stevie baby,” Eddie said, a small smile forming on his lips before pressing a kiss to the top of Steve’s head.

“We’re awful parents,” Steve mumbled into Eddie’s neck. “I think I might have forgotten Beth in the car.”

“No you didn’t, I sat her in the loveseat over there,” Eddie said, motioning to the chair in the far side of the room. “We literally talked about her before you got moony-eyed over me and wanted to eat my face off.”

“Excuse me, that is not how I remember that happening,” Steve scoffed. “If I remember correctly, you were also staring at me moony-eyed. And you’re the one who moaned first!”

“Who can blame me?” Eddie said giggling. “You quite literally kiss like I’m the most special thing you’ve ever touched, it made me feel weightless.”

“You are the most special thing I’ve ever touched,” Steve confirmed, leaning back into Eddie’s space. “Does this mean you’re my boyfriend now?”

“Do you want me to be your boyfriend?” Eddie asked, eyes wide. 

“Never wanted anything more,” Steve responded, pressing kisses down Eddie’s neck.

“God, yes, Stevie, want you to be my boyfriend,” Eddie groaned, hauling Steve back up and bringing their lips back together. “Want you to be my best friend, groupie, boyfriend, baby daddy, want it all with you,” Eddie whispered, against Steve’s lips.

“Kinda soon don’t you think?” Steve asked, pulling back with a smile on his face. 

“Not soon enough if you ask me, I’ve been pining for you since I was sixteen.”

“That’s crazy, I had a crush on you when I first watched you stand on a cafeteria table my freshman year,” Steve said, glancing up at the older boy. “So powerful and commanding but I could tell there was more to you.”

“Are you sure you want to be seen with me?” Eddie asked, getting quiet. “I would understand wanting to keep this between us and our friends for a while. I don’t want to make it harder for you at school.”

“Eddie Munson,” Steve began, face heating up. “I’m not embarrassed of you. In fact, I would shout it to the rooftops right now if it wasn’t ten o’clock at night. I’m lucky to be with you. I’m not embarrassed.”

“Okay, good,” Eddie said, settling back on the couch with Steve in his arms. “When we get married we will have to send Mr. Jones an invitation.”

“What? Why?”

“He single handedly set us up or at least pushed us together and allowed us to admit our feelings,” Eddie said, rubbing his hands up and down Steve’s arms. “If he didn’t do this, we would both pining for God knows how long.”

“Thank god for our love children and the flour assignment” Steve mumbled, turning around in Eddie’s arms before bringing his lips back to Eddie's.

[kozumesphone]

masterlist

💌┊₊˚⊹꒷ LOSS OF MY LIFE .ᐟ

⤷ leo valdez x fem!reader ‧₊˚ ⋅

ᝰ. 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 . . . percy jackson and the heroes of olympus

ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 . . . angst, swearing

ᝰ. 𝐤𝐞𝐲 . . . n/n: nickname | y/n: your name | y/l/n: your last name

ᝰ. 𝐰𝐜 . . . 618

ᝰ. 𝐚/𝐧 . . . short first oneshot! starting strong with an angsty leo one, just because. fun fact: this is actually an excerpt from a scene I wrote for my novel’s wip; I switched up some lines to suit the riordanverse setting more, as well as the characters’ names (:

leo was breathing raggedly, and I could hear his strained breaths through the phone he’d built for me.

“leo? you okay?” I asked.

“hey love, remember when you gave me that dagger with the teddy bear keychain? and the time I said the word ‘connoisseur’ all wrong and you took two hours to make me say it right?” he laughed.

“what’s going on? leo?” I was beyond confused. why was he telling me all this now? did he get into trouble with chiron, or mr. d?

he let out a dry laugh, and continued. “do you still have that dagger I gave you in exchange for your hair tie?”

I looked down at my shoes, and my gaze slipped to the dagger concealed at the side of my boot.

“of course I do.” it barely came out as a whisper. something was very wrong and he wasn’t telling me what. “please tell me what’s wrong, leo-“

“n/n, remember when you teased me endlessly about liking that one girl in that book you love?” he chuckled. he was talking about a character named jude from one of my favourite books. of course I remembered, but what the hell was going on? why was he calling me up and asking me all of this so suddenly?

“I… i’m sorry. I love you, n/n. so fucking much.” he paused, realising what he said. “in the best friend kind of way. obviously, shortie.”

“I know what you meant, dumbass.”

“oi, are we really going back to those nicknames now?” he laughed.

is he really okay?

“leo… you’re scaring me. please tell me what the fuck is going on.” I pleaded, my voice breaking.

“what, I can’t just call my best friend up and express my gratitude on a lovely morning?” he paused, understanding I wanted the real story. “there’s another quest, and… i’m not sure i’ll be back this time. but, n/n?”

“yeah?” my heart hammered in my chest at the mention of a quest. he should be all right. he was probably just assuming the worst, right?

“thank you.” he took a deep breath. “thank you for taking care of me. thank you for understanding and being with me, for all these years.” he was on the verge of tears and holding back a sob, and I could just tell.

“leo, I love you so fucking much too, my dumbass. please tell me what quest chiron has you on. I can help you. we can do this together!” I almost yelled the last part.

he sighed. “i’m sorry, n/n, I can’t let you get hurt too. I can’t see you die like that.”

rage consumed her, like a predator would a prey. if he couldn’t watch her get hurt, did he really think she could just sit around and wait for him to die?

“shut up. shut up. don’t you dare talk like you’re dying. you will not die, and you will tell me what’s going on, in detail. I swear to the gods, valdez, I will strangle you myself if you don’t come back to me alive.”

he breathes out something in between a laugh and a sob. “i’m sorry, n/n. I can’t promise you that. I have to go now, the others are waiting for me. we’re going to leave in a few minutes.” he took a few seconds to organise his words, and I thought he hung up. until, he said the words that wholly and completely destroyed me.

“y/n y/l/n, i’m sorry. I love you.”

there was a little click, which my heart shattered in rhythm with.

I had the most soul-consuming feeling that I would be deprived of his voice for millions of years to come.

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Delirium - Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: Y/N gets injured on patrol and the pain makes you say things you have always wanted to say (I can do a part two if wanted)

Words: 2k

Warnings: swearing; injury; taking pills (literally painkillers)

Y/N’s POV

“FUCK JESSE!” I cry out, trying to wriggle away, not having much of a pain tolerance, but he lays a strong arm over my waist and puts most of his weight on it to keep me steady. I squeeze my eyes shut in agony and I can’t help leaving half moons in his forearm as he stitches the gaping hole in my side. It’s the least of my pain right now, my ankle is either broken or at least sprained while my leg is very much broken. 

Jesse decided he had to stitch up my wound first, or I’d bleed out, which means I still have the pain of him resetting my leg to wait for. I’m in so much pain I’m barely self-conscious about being in just my underwear in front of my best friend. We were on patrol when we got jumped by a hoard of 10-20 runners and clickers, and I got thrown off my horse and, of course, tumbled down the most rocky cliff side in the whole area. It was a close one, but we made it and neither of us got bitten, so that’s great but now I’m here in a cabin we don’t know is safe or not; I’m almost butt naked and slipping in and out of consciousness. 

We’re staying put because it’s too dangerous for Jesse to try and get me back in the condition I’m in and we’re pretty sure my horse, Cash, would have bolted straight back to town. They’ll send a search party when Cash returns without either of us in tow, so for now I just have to lie here as Jesse tends to me. 

I passed out again because I’m waking with a scream of pain and an echoing snap of my leg. Jesse looks up at me from where he’s now sat on the floor with my leg in his warm grip, an apologetic look in his charcoal eyes. His hands move down my leg to my ankle and I begin begging him not to and that it’ll be okay if we leave it. He has to squeeze his eyes shut and taking a deep breath before speaking quietly, “We’ll do it on three, okay?” 

“O-Okay.” I nod, hating to see him so mentally hurt by all this and gripping the sheets under me because this is going to hurt even more. I take a deep breath, “O-one,” then another, “Two.” Then I’m screaming again as Jesse popped the bone back into place. 

“I’m sorry.” He leans up between my legs and hugs me as tightly as safely possible without opening the stitches or jostling my leg. I hug him back, crying into his shoulder, feeling that familiar light-headedness again and I know he can sense it too because he’s laying me back down, “Sleep, I’ll be right here, okay?” 

I nod, gripping his hand tightly in mine as the pain takes over and I’m passing out again. 

The sound of a warning shot has me jolting away as Jesse calls into the hallway from where he’s kneeling by my side and his gun aimed at the door. “Who’s there?” 

“It’s us Jesse,” I recognise Ellie’s voice and Jesse just falls back against the bed, gun falling to the floor and face in his arms as his knees are brought to my chest. He’s exhausted and I don’t know how long I’ve been out, but from the look of the sky outside, I think I was out for at least half a day. The sun is still rising. 

Ellie appears in the doorway, shadowed by Joel as they take in the scene before them. It looks a lot worse than it is as the duvet cover thrown aside, drenched in blood and the sheets I’m laying on splattered with them too, so are my clothes and Jesse’s hands. He used the last of the water to clean the open wounds on my side and the cuts all over my body. 

“Check on him,” Joel’s gruff voice brings me back to the land of the living and it dawns me that I’m in my underwear in front of the man I have fallen in love with but his honey eyes don’t show any signs of anything other than concern. Ellie’s guiding Jesse into another room of the cabin while Joel rummages through his pack, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a shirt. “What hurts?” 

I open my mouth to speak but even that hurts too much so Joel calls Jesse back in asking Jesse what happened and I just listen as Jesse’s smooth voice flows like velvet around my pain fogged mind, “We got jumped on the way to the lodge, Cash bolted and Y/N got thrown down the… well she got thrown down the cliff-“

“You mean that?!” Ellie’s pointing out the window at the mountain side that has obvious tracks of blood in the snow as Jesse rubs the back of his neck and nods, “How the fuck-“

“Where is she injured?” Joel cuts Ellie off, as if wanting to get me back as soon as possible. 

“I’ve cleaned and stitched up the worse wounds but she’s broken her left leg and her ankle was dislocated, I set them both. I think she’s got a couple of broken ribs, but she won’t tell me.” 

“Okay. Jesse, go saddle up, take her pack with you and Ellie, help me get her dressed. We want to get back to Jackson before the storm hits or any permanent damage is done.” Joel directs my two best friends and I feel myself on the verge of passing out again, barely feeling Ellie’s familiar hands on me or Joel’s calloused ones. A rough thumb is on my chin, parting my lips so two pills can be placed on my tongue and then there’s a rim of a bottle. I do as I’m told, swallowing the pills before I’m sitting back on the bed, this time dressed. 

The painkillers start to kick in, making me a little delirious by the time I’m sitting on Joel’s horse - Callus - with one of his arms around my waist holding me up as the four of us are on the route home. All I can focus on is Joel’s hand pressed against my stomach, grumbling to myself about there being too many layers between my skin and his hands. I’m leaning back into his comforting body, resting my head on his shoulder and giggling as the snow falling tickles my cheeks. 

I’m turning my face to look up at Joel’s cold-flushed one, but he doesn’t look at me. Too busy keeping the horse steady as Jesse’s leading the way back with Ellie behind us. I bring a hand up and lightly scratch his salt and pepper beard; the painkillers getting rid of my verbal filter. It seems as I’m suddenly booping him on the nose and mumbling, “You’re cute. I love you.” It seems it was spoken loud enough for Ellie to let out a choked sound behind us. 

Joel’s face finally turns down to look at me with an unreadable expression that has me shrinking in my seat, but my hand doesn’t want to stop gently scratching his beard. He just watches me for a second longer, those beautifully hazel eyes softening before he has to look up a Jesse’s calling to the people on watch to open the gates. He keeps a hold of me as we come to a stop, Maria and Tommy greeting us in the courtyard by the gates, helping me down after he’s jumped off. 

I cry out in pain, almost falling face first into the snow, having tried jumping down onto my broken-in-two-places left leg because the pain has generally made me so delirious still. Joel scoops me up bridal style and I’m giggling again, sticking my tongue 

out at Jesse, who is shaking his head fondly before he and Ellie disappear to take the horsies home. Joel’s talking to Tommy and Maria as we head towards the building that has been turned into a hospital/infirmary kind of place. I’m not listening to what he’s saying, just watching the way his brow creases with worry and his tongue darts out to wet those pretty lips every so often. My hands moving of its own accord again, moving from where I’ve looped them around his neck to run my thumb over his bottom lip. 

He stops talking and meets my gaze, conflict in his eyes as we enter the building. Tommy and Maria are talking to Theo - the doctor dude - while Joel sets me down on the bed but I let out a sound of protest, grabbing his large hand. He signs softly, sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning over me, “Theo needs to check you over, okay? I’ll be right outside talking to Tommy and Maria.” He brushes a strand of my hair out of my eyes and I find myself nodding, eyes slipping shut at the feel of his chapped lips pressed to my forehead before he’s getting up and leaving me to get checked over. 

I think I definitely passed out again because the next time I surface I’m no longer in the hospital bed but a very soft one that smells like heaven and there’s a firm body pressed against my side. I groan, stretching until I let out pained hiss the stitches registering with me and the body next to me stirring too. 

“Easy now,” His voice is sleep filled and deep, the sound going straight south despite the pain I’m which has me blushing because why does this man have such a hold on me. Turning my head to the right I’m met by those hazel eyes that are rimmed golden in the sunlight streaming through the net curtains. He’s right there, noses almost brushing and breath mingling as we just watch each other. I want to move but I can’t, scared to ruin anything between us, but I don’t have to because he’s cautiously moving closer. His hand that was draped over my waist moves to cradle my cheek while he raises to his elbow so he’s hovering over me with eyes searching for some protest from me and finding nothing. 

His lips are gentle and hesitant against mine, thumb and finger gripping my chin and guiding my head as I begin to respond to the kiss and my eyes slide shut. I splay my hands on his bare, toned chest and run them over it, mapping every mole and scar that usually lay hidden under his shirt. He lets out a soft groan and it sends sparks through me but I don’t want this to be rushed, especially with the state I’m in so I pull back a little so I whisper against his lips, “You keep making sounds like that and we’ll be reopening those stitches with the way I jump you.” 

It sends a chuckle rumbling through his chest under my hands before his lips are on mine, even more delicately and he’s laying back down while pulling me with him as gently as possible. It works somehow, the cast on my leg removing any pain I thought I’d feel but then again I might just be drunk on everything Joel. 

His name slips from my lips like a prayer and his rough fingers are running along my spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I don’t want this to end; I don’t want to wake up from this beautiful dream. We have to separate for air but that doesn’t stop my trailing kisses down his throat, nipping at the sensitive skin and hearing how he reacts to every little thing before he’s laying me back down next to him. His chest rising and falling rapidly and those eyes darkened with want as he whispers, “We gotta stop or I won’t be able to.” 

“Then don’t.” 

“Darling-“ 

“Joel, you don’t know how long I have wanted this.” 

“We have all the time in the world baby girl.” 

All the time in the world.

[rat-cigars]

Part 2 of my Matt Stone x fem!reader story

(I still don’t have a name but if you have an idea drop one)

CW: 18+, a touch of smut, boner alertz

Throughout the rest of the shooting for the scene, you had been smooching up with Matt for what seemed like hours. His own lips had even started to turn a light shade of pink from your lipstick. Trey was the one who had kept resetting the scene, getting in some good shots. You weren’t gonna complain, you would happily sit on Matt’s lap all day if needed.

“Hey, when are we getting lunch?” One of the background actors had asked, “Um, how about we do one more take and then we can break for now.” Trey looked at Matt who nodded in agreement. The crew nodded and set to take their last shots. “After this, we should run some lines during lunch.” Matt offered, once again wrapping his arms around you.

His fingers felt so plush against your skin, fitting perfectly around your bare back. “Yeah, would you mind sharing your script with me though?” You blushed in embarrassment looking down. “I must’ve dropped it earlier..” you sighed but Matt chuckled and nodded, “Of course. Let’s finish this strong.” He smirked getting into position with you.

This time as your lips met, you could feel his stubble rub against your face. His eyes were fluttered nearly shut as he pulled you closer into him, even moving his hands to your arms to hold them. The moment Matt had broken away to speak to ‘Coop’ you missed feeling his warm lips on yours.

The kisses he left on you this time felt more genuine, had some more passion. You sunk deeper into his lap, suddenly feeling something that poked your inner thigh. You couldn’t ruin the shot though, especially not wanting to embarrass Matt either. His kisses trailed a little lower on you chest as you leaned into him, giggling in character. “Cut!” Was called once again and it was finally time for lunch.

Trey politely called for a robe for you as you sat on Matt’s lap still. “Hey, you might not wanna get up yet..” you basically whispered it to him, gesturing under the water. Matt’s eyes widened and his face really went pink, “Ugh, I’m so sorry..” he groaned, hiding his face for a moment. “I didn’t say I was uncomfortable..” you smirked, teasing him as you put on your top under the water.

Matt rolled his eyes waiting a moment after you got out. Taking the robe and putting it around yourself, “Whatever, I’ll meet you in your trailer.” You chuckled, leaving to get some lunch before heading to his room, walking in and seeing it was empty. Shrugging as you set your food on his trailer's table and sat on the couch, waiting. Soon enough Matt was in there to join you, still in his swim gear.

Your robe laid loosely on your body, revealing more than you expected but still teasing Matt a little. “H-Hey..” he smiled seeing you on the couch, walking over to join you. You didn’t even need to say anything back as he leaned in with you to meet lips. “Are you okay with this?” He asked, pulling away for a moment. You nodded, “I’ve wanted this for a while..” you confessed and quickly removed your robe. Matt smiled at your response and leaned back in as you pulled his curls. His kisses trailed from your lips down to your chest, causing you to shudder in pleasure.

“Matt..” you breathed, his green eyes peaked up at you, his tongue starting to lick a line from your neck down to your breast. “Yeah?” He smiled at you, starting to kiss your breast as you whimpered under his touch. “I want you to fuck me.. like really fuck me.” You couldn’t even look him in the eyes as he chuckled nodding. “I think we could do that..” Matt leaned back up to kiss your lips, now trailing his hand down to your thighs. Feeling his hand gripping your thigh, his nails slightly digging in made you gasp.

Unfortunately this also caused you to choke on your own spit for a moment, suddenly opening your eyes to an empty room as your throat cleared. It had been some sort of messed up dream, but it had still been exciting. You groaned, checking the time and seeing you’d only been out for a little while. “Are you ready to run some lines?” Matt had finally entered, just in time to share the rest of lunch with you. “Yeah, what took your goofy ass so long?” You laughed, ignoring the lingering wetness between your thighs and coming back to reality. “Long line, gotta make sure the crew eats, duh.” He joked back, sitting next to you on the couch. “How sweet.” You smirked and leaned in with him to start going over some scenes, bumping shoulders as you practiced.

[localfanbaselurker]

First time watching Voltron: Legendary Defender and documenting my thoughts

This is Season 4

S1-2 | S3 | S5 | S6 | S7 | S8 |

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<this one is going to be shorter, as I have only recently finished this season, and the grief is still fresh (lol), so the thoughts are only just starting to simmer. strap your asses in>

Pre-Season 4 Thoughts

-> Keith joining the blades is going to be a huge plot device, I feel

-> PLEASE for the love of CHRIST let that poor little girl find her brother and father. If they are dead dreamworks better be ready to catch these hands

->I’ve heard people claim this is the “last good season”, but i stay strong 💪 and will watch till the end

->wouldn’t the paladin switch not make sense now? Cus shiro is back as the black paladin and it makes no sense for Lance to be red like it originally had? If anything, he should’ve gone back to blue, and Allura to red, because Allura is very accepting/encouraging of shiro’s role as leader. I guess they didn’t wanna do it all over again. But I digress 🤷‍♀️

->im gonna miss my Pookie (🤍❤️🤍)

Post-S4

->do they do this every two seasons?? Have an epic battle where they have a big preparation and say it’ll 100% end the war but it doesn’t and something crazy happens after they win and it sets up the next season??

->FUCK YEAH PIDGE GOT HER BROTHER BACK IM SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP 💪💪🔥🔥‼️‼️‼️🙏🙏🙏🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

->^genuinely cried so hard during this scene. would’ve cried more if I wasn’t recovering from the initial shock.

->^cried during this one too, but it was happy tears. I could actually just do a whole reaction post to this episode alone. (if you want me to js say so in the rbs/replies)

->the callback to s1! “color-coded of course, because what are we? animals?” AHHH! I’m going insane I love these siblings sooooo much

->okay I’ll stop gushing over them now

->^only valid reaction to meeting Allura. Homegirl is beauty incarnate

->I LIED. im not sorry im never shutting up about them. SHE SHOWS HIM AROUND THE CASTLE AND TELLS HIM EVERYTHING AND EVERY DETAIL AND SHES SO EXCITED CUS SHE JUST GOT HER BRO BACK AND IS JUST RAMBLING ABOUT HER NEW HOME AND ALL THE COOL STUFF SHES BEEN DOING AND HES JUST LISTENING AND IS SUPER EXCITED WITH HER AND ITS SOOOO AMAZING AND ADORABLE AND I COULD DIE

->AND THEN HE TELLS HER HOW THEIR DAD WOULD BE SO PROUD IM DYING IM LITERALLY DEAD STOP.

->AND AND AND THEY WERE ALL WORKING TOGETHER W HUNK TO MAKE THE GALRA TRACKER THING AND THEY WERE BEING SO COOL WITH EACH OTHER AND BEING NERDS TOGETHER AND AND AND AJEUWNDUWJEBEURBDGWUDKAODHD

->okay. ive calmed down. i am normal and can be trusted to simply watch a show.

->^Get his ass, Zarkon. I needed his smug ass to be humbled so bad. Only time I will agree w Zarkon fr.

->i do NOT like Lotor. Can you guys tell already??

->THE SCENE WHERE THEY TRIED TO GET MILKSHAKES AND WERE SHOCKED TO FIND OUT THAT YOU NEED TO MILK A COW STOP.✋ 😭. My high-score on the giggle-meter went up by 300%

->bro I SWEAR shiro looks different. there’s just something about him. the hair gets a pass cus how good of a haircut can you give yourself in space, yk? but that nose scar is definitely a different shade #notmyrodrickshiro

->THE VOLTRON SHOW.

->^Just. That entire episode. It’s getting a whole post actually I need to yap about it.

->^her armor is colored in a way which makes it look both pink and red while making it look like a trick of the light in a way to symbolize that she is acting as keith yet while being a paladin herself and that being unknown in the public eye and showing how they have to cover that up, any suspicion being thrown as a trick of the light. Oh vld animators ily 🫶

->on another note tho why do they always draw lance and shiro to have 30 pounds of ass. what.

->loved when those lesbians decided to take down lotor. Queen shit 💋 we stan 🙇‍♀️🙏

->Lotor is so stupid and pathetic and annoyingly smug and sus and admiral-zhao-y and I hate him but he’s SOOO FREAKING HOT and I can’t hate him completely because he’s so attractive but that just makes me wanna hate him more. He’s a walking red flag but the flag is heart-shaped and honestly idk what to do w that.

->^WHAT. stop. honestly that’s the real reason he was banned from the empire my ass would not want that fucking FREAK within a 30 light year radius of me either

-> while s3 was the klance season, s4 is apparently the allurance season, they have a lot of sweet moments. (granted all started by lance but still, you can almost see allura swooning)

->^pookie. what are you doing… pookie.. no. stop. i don’t like where this is going…

->^POOKIE NO. STOP. ✋ STOP. SAY SIKE RN.

->^oh thank fuck for Lotor.

->^^wait what. why Lotor.

->^^^heartbreaking: worst person you know doesn’t something good for once.

->he definitely wants something out of this. I don’t trust him.

These are thoughts I’ve had compiled for some time now. I will continue to post my thoughts on the tag “laura’s first vld”

I finished this season on 06/30/24. I am on S5E3 as of today (07/06/24)

[adiduck]

WIP Game - Cyclone Five Times

Aaaaaand we have completed the Cyclone sentences as well! :DDDDD Y'all voted for 82 sentences. I'm not quite going to give you all of those (you'll just have to trust me I wrote a bit more than that), but considering just HOW MUCH everyone voted for this one, I'm going to give you an entire scene. Enjoy!

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“I’m sorry, sir,” the poor asshole Maintenance sent to talk to Beau said, “but it’s definitely just broken.”

Beau stared at the kid silently, praying for patience. “I know,” he said. “I noticed it was broken when the lock kept popping out, preventing the door from closing.”

“Yes, sir,” the kid said, miserably.

“That’s why I called Maintenance.”

“Yes, sir.”

“So,” Beau continued, sitting back, “my question is: when can you fix it?”

The kid looked like only training was stopping him from wringing his hands in anguish. Beau would feel bad, except that he had definitely reported this last week, and he was still having to double check that the door had closed properly every time he had a meeting or phone call.

“Sir,” he said. “Unfortunately, the lock just needs to be replaced, sir.”

“Okay,” Beau said—very patiently, he thought. “When can you have the lock replaced by?”

“We’ve ordered a new lock, sir,” the kid said.

Beau shut his eyes and counted backwards from ten. “Okay, sailor, I’m going to be frank with you,” he said, as he opened his eyes. He folded his hands on the desk. The kid stared at him, utterly transfixed. “At the moment, the door is a risk to opsec. If I can’t close it consistently, technically, someone who is not supposed to hear something could walk by and hear anything going on in this office.”

“Yes, sir,” the kid said, utterly miserable.

“Now, I can just tell people about that,” Beau continued. “I’ve discovered if you hold the door lock as you close the door, that it won’t engage until the door’s closed. Problem with that,” he stressed, “is that then people can’t get into my office when I need them to.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I think you understand why that’s not acceptable,” Beau said. “I’m going to need you to do something about the lock so that I can be assured that people will be able to enter my office, and once they’re inside, my door will close and stay closed.”

“Yes, sir.”

Cyclone waited for literally anything else. He waited a full thirty seconds.

The kid stared back.

“So?” he prompted finally.

“I could just… take the lock out, sir,” the kid said. “You wouldn’t be able to lock your door, sir, but it would… close. And stay closed.”

Beau nodded. “Great,” he said. “That seems reasonable. Please go ahead and remove the lock. How long is that going to take?”

“Ah—only a few minutes, sir,” the kid said. “I’ll just—have to go get a screwdriver.”

Beau sighed and looked at the time. Shit, he thought. Maintenance was clear on the other side of the building. It’d take this kid a while just to get there to get his tools, and Beau was meeting Maverick Mitchell in fifteen minutes.

“Okay,” he said. “I have a meeting in fifteen that I need to be relatively private, so that’s not going to work.”

The kid winced.

Beau took another breath to hold onto his patience. He really did get it—no newly enlisted kid wants to have to tell his boss’s boss’s boss’s boss’s boss’s boss news he doesn’t want to hear. “That’s fine,” he said. “It’s going to be pretty short, all told, so if you can come back in an hour, that’d be ideal.”

The kid relaxed incrementally. “Yes, sir,” he said.

Thank fuck. “Great,” Beau said. “Dismissed, then.”

He watched as the kid scampered out.

The door smacked off the engaged lock and swung back open again.

Beau closed his eyes and counted back from twenty. Then he got up, walked to the door, unlocked it, and held the lock open as he firmly closed it. The door immediately locked itself.

Beau covered his eyes, and then unlocked the door, opening it slightly. The lock engaged. Beau let it go, and let it bounce gently against the door frame. Fine. That was fine. He’d just tell Maverick to hold the lock open as he closed the door. Being locked into a room with Mitchell wasn’t exactly his idea of a good time, but sometimes, when one was an airboss, one must complete unpleasant activities for the good of the Navy.

He ignored the fact that he was emphatically doing this one entirely to himself. For the sake of his sanity. Especially, he reminded himself, since this morning he’d actually had his assistant move the meeting up to accommodate a meeting with an Admiral he’d been trying to get on the phone for three weeks. Apparently, if he had simply not done that, his door could have been in working order during the meeting with Mitchell, and then they wouldn’t have been in the uncomfortable position of either being overheard or being locked together in Beau’s office.

At least this particular meeting was going to be short.

Feeling somewhat defeated, he turned around and went back to his desk. The day was young, after all, and his to-do list was only getting longer by the moment.

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[glitched-dawn]

guys I am so fucking tired of how childish my dad is being. I’m fucking convinced he needs anger management

I’m not even sorry for the rant this shit is so unbelievably childish it’s not even funny

I was working on my new project today, Guts and Glory (a compilation of every gory scene in my novel series) and I was posting the chapter titles in my discord group chat because they were so fucking funny (example: Actual Guts This Time! Yaaay! | Boohoo, He Broke Free From The Barbed Wire | He Broke Free From The Barbed Wire again :( | Sweet Sweet GORY Dreams).

and so my dad walks in, he wants me to come along on a mushroom hunting walk. I say no, I’m working on a new project, but then all of a sudden he asks to see my discord.

I’m assuming it’s because I closed discord as soon as he came in, but that’s because I’m constantly switching between discord, yt, tumblr and google docs.

okay, at first, he just asked who I was talking with. I said my group chat, then I went to discord and closed the group chat because I’d posted all those chapter titles that were certainly not very friendly (every single one of them contained the word fuck, and we’ll, it’s Guts and Glory, what can you expect).

and then he asked me why I closed the group chat, and he asks me to show my discord.

I say FUCK NO because I don’t want to violate my friends’ privacy, they often put vulnerable and personal things I their statuses and I don’t want my dad to judge them because of that.

but my dad takes it as I can’t show my discord because I’m hiding things in there, and demands to see it.

I say no, I continue reading my works and opening more friendly docs instead of the guts and glory one, and the ones with the gory fight scenes currently open.

But he just keeps on asking to see my discord, and eventually he just tells me I’m going with him to the woods to hunt mushrooms, I say no I’d rather go on a walk, so he just sighs and leaves (don’t get me wrong he sighed like a furious fucking hog) and I go back to doing my work on Guts and Glory.

I can hear my dad whining to my mom downstairs, but she sounds calm and she doesn’t come up or anything so I’m guessing she actually had common sense about this.

but then, just a few minutes later, I notice that I can’t edit my docs - because there’s no wifi.

so I shrug it off as my dad overreacting and shutting off the wifi, and instead go play some offline hollow knight randomizer.

but then, I notice that my computer’s screen goes a bit darker and I hear the unplug sound effect from my mouse, but it’s still plugged in.

turns out, all electricity in the entire house except the ceiling lamps doesn’t work. I don’t think my dad would overreact that bad, and the wifi disappearing might be because of the “storm” outside, same with the electricity, but the last thing I know was him.

you see, I have a screen time limit on my phone. It’s supposed to limit my screen time after midnight to eight in the morning, but it’s buggy as fuck and activates both midnight and noon, and I can ignore it completely.

but my dad changed that.

so now I can’t use Spotify and google docs on my phone, not any app that I forgot to ignore the screenlimit on before he fixed it. Thankfully I did fix Spotify today, but it’s gonna be unusable after midnight, and chat. I don’t fall asleep that early. It is going to be fucking torture to try and fall asleep without music.

I don’t know the code to ignore the screenlimit, but fuck me if I’m gonna ignore getting it removed. I’m gonna ask my mom AND dad to come help me solve this shit, so that it doesn’t active at noon too, so it only activates after midnight (or I can get it removed completely, I fucking pray)

on a different note, I’m also going on a meeting with a psychologist tomorrow. And I have no idea who’s coming with me.

I ain’t gonna tell that bitch nun if my parents are still there I’ll tell ya what

but thats it I had to get that out and I am STILL so fucking angry over how childish my dad is being and how he refuses to grow the fuck up and act like a damn adult

[robots-n-sweet-tea]

Gotta Love Prowl (And His Kinks)

“How rough do you want me to be?” Prowl grinned.

“As rough as you want, sir~” Az purred.

Primus, that just instantly turned him on. Don’t tempt a sadist. The tables quickly turned when he moved to pin her to the soft grass. It was a familiar feeling– one that she knew very well. Az let him do his thing, tearing off what clothes she had on with his overly large servos. That just meant another shopping trip for her. Oh well. And, as soon as he thrust into her, the sweet sound of their mixed moans filled the air.

“I want to hear you beg,” he whisper-growled after a minute. “Beg, or do I need to make you?”

“Mmm, Prowl, please–” she whined, letting out another moan as he started to pull out just barely, inch by agonizing inch. 

“Please, I want you to make me cum! Fill me with your transfluid until I’m–!”

“Shut your mouth, you damn whore,” Prowl growled again, this time louder as he pulled out fully before slamming into her as roughly as he could. 

She whimpered loudly, letting out soft huffs at the feeling of being so full. This did not go unnoticed. “Hold on tight, sweetspark, because I intend to spark you up good.”

“Hnn– please! Spark me up!”

Prowl chuckled lightly to himself and finally began to fuck her for real this time. He promised himself that he wouldn’t break her…at least, not yet. His focus for the time being was the absolutely impossible task of filling Az with his sparklings. He knew this was impossible, but just the thought put him on a bit of a high. His thrusts were unapologetically rough and uneven; it was something that, even after all this time, she never quite got used to. 

In and out.

Out and in.

Maybe he should…

He slowed down momentarily, his thrusts coming to a quick halt. Az was understandably confused.

“Prowl? Is something wrong?” she asked out of concern.

“Mm…no, I just had an idea. Wait here.” One last moan as he pulled out, before he disappeared off to…somewhere, only to return a couple minutes later. There was something in his servos, a bag of sorts it seemed. This immediately piqued his new pet’s interest.

“What’s in the bag?”

“A surprise,” he grunted, throwing the object down at her side. One quick peek, and…

“Are these…eggs?”

“What do they look like?” he snapped. “I want us to use them.”

“Hm. Kinky. But why exactly do you want to use them?”

“Breeding purposes.”

“Excuse me?” She just got a glare in response. “Okay, okay. Don’t give me that attitude, sir.”

“It’s called Cybertronians and humans can’t breed with each other, so this is the next best option.”

“So you want to stuff me–”

“With eggs and transfluid, yes.”

“...That’s cool with me.” Score. Az pulled an egg out of the bag, sifting through it. “These aren’t real eggs, are they?”

“Frag no. They’re custom-made.” I’m sorry, but since when did he have custom-made eggs? “Ohh frag~ Yes, yes that’s it…push them in,” Prowl moaned, his servo quickly pumping his spike. His optics stayed focused on the scene in front of him as Az slowly pushed in an egg. A single egg…a single egg? He stopped pumping for a moment, watching her. “Is that really your limit?”

“Mhm…I mean, they are kinda big.”

He let out an irritated sigh, “Fine. Guess it’s just one then. Now get over here.”

 The mech lifted her up a bit so she leaned against the boulder with the two of them facing each other. “Hold it in until I say so. Got that?” 

Az nodded. And with that, he lined his spike up, pushing inside her and ultimately against the egg. “Any discomfort?” He grunts. 

“I–I mean, a tiny bit, but I’ll be just fine, okay?” she reassured him.

“As long as you’re okay.” Prowl moaned softly at the insanely warm feeling along with the pressure from the egg pushing against his spike when he pushed in. 

He stopped about a fourth of the way in, unable to go any further. His optics then landed on Az, watching for any pain or discomfort. She stared back at him before giving him a small nod. The signal to keep going.

As rough as he wanted to be, he felt the need to protect that egg inside his pet, afraid to break it as if it were a real one. He needed to be gentle for once. So, with this in mind, his thrusts were quick and gentle, with each one pushing against the egg inside. It enticed soft moans from both of them.

Az had never felt this full before. Primus, did it feel so fucking good though. She closed her eyes for a moment to savor the feeling. Bliss. Cloud nine, even. Her hands held onto his frame lightly for stability in the process. Neither of them said a word for a while, just listening to each other’s pants and whimpers alike.

Prowl eventually stopped after releasing a more-than-necessary moan, letting out more grunts as he finally overloaded, pumping all the transfluid he could into her. He leaned forward a bit, capturing Az off guard with a quick kiss and groaning into her mouth. They both could feel all the transfluid flowing out of her and onto the dirt and grass beneath them.

“That’s it. Good boy~” she whispered. “Such a good boy, breeding me like that…~”

“Thank…you…” he panted, and quickly pulled out of her, letting even more transfluid escape. Along with the egg, not surprisingly. “Good girl~”

“...We absolutely have to do this again.” She murmured after catching her breath. 

Prowl smirks as his servos cool down.

“Only if you’re up for it."

[peppermintpinklemonade]

if i may double ask.......... i would give anything for mandus soveliss origin story as well.......

ITS NOT VERY GOOD AND VERY SHORT BUT OK

Trigger warning: a LOT of swear words including insults degrading promiscuity and femininity

“Get down and fight me, you pansy!”

Soveliss looked down at the burly half orc chasing him from his position on the rooftop.

“Hmm…” Soveliss squinted his eyes, pretending to ponder, then grinned down at the man.

“No.” Soveliss said cheekily, “And choose better insults, babe.” He added with a wink, jumping to the next roof over.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you! You—!” The half orc yelled, following beside on the ground.

“Ugh, chill out, sweetheart, sorry that this pansy beat you fair and square.” Soveliss said, rolling his eyes with a chuckle.

“You cheated, you dirty fucking whore!” The half orc continued screaming, red in the face with fury.

“Now that’s a little better,” Soveliss stopped and crouched on the rooftop. “That one’s almost a zinger.” He finished, tilting his head.

“Gods, shut the FUCK up, you fucking scammer!”

“Make me!” Soveliss said seductively, then straightened. “Oh, wait, you can’t, I’m up here.” He remarked matter-of-factly, smirking as the half orc face turned beet red with frustration.

“And flirting with the competition isn’t cheating, babe.” Soveliss reasoned. “It’s not my fault you get flustered and lose focus when I unbutton my shirt and bat my eyes.” He reasoned, batting his eyes exaggeratedly. “Don’t get your panties in a twi—”

Soveliss cursed as he narrowly dodged a moderately sized rock aimed at his face.

“If you’re not gonna come down, I’m gonna make you!” The half orc picked up another rock and raised it.

“Good luck! I love a good chase!” Soveliss yelled, crouching and jumping to the next roof.

Rough plot for the rest

-soveliss parkours away, thinking over the yelling, I hope I lose him quickly, I was just in the hospital last week and I’d never hear the end of it.

-smth about soveliss enjoying the wind in his hair and on his face on this cool night while he’s jumping from roof to roof

-soveliss stops, looking behind him, thinks, good I lost him. Then crouches down, groaning, thinking ugh my head, okay those drinks r starting to catch up with me. Okay I should get home.

Scene switch to mandus

-mandus is putting return books away on the shelf, finishes

-mandus looks at the time, thinks it’s not too late, I’ll just finish that chapter.

-mandus sits down at a desk with oil lamp book and reading glasses, thinks it’s a nice perk to have 24/7 access to the library, it’s so peaceful

-a thump is heard (soveliss jumps onto the roof), mandus looks up, confused

-a very very loud thump is heard, causing mandus to jump, startled, followed by a quiet groan.

-mandus opens the library doors with their key, sees soveliss in a pile on the ground. Asks, a-are you okay?

-soveliss lifts his head and says ‘I’m fine.” With a weak smile. Blood is dripping down his forehead concerningly. Also, he has a black eye and multiple bruises and possibly a bloody nose from getting beat up before jumping on the roofs.

-mandus gets all shocked, says “oh my gods no you aren’t!!”, goes to help soveliss

-mandus puts his arm under Soveliss’s and helps him stand up, tries to take a few steps but it’s awkward because soveliss is much shorter so mandus trying to support him is like awkwardly crouching.

-mandus says ‘I’m just gonna, sorry…” and picks soveliss up bridal style, who is like, oh, okay

-mandus helps soveliss, healing magic and also just taking care of him, idk nice friendship blooming moments

-soveliss shows up next day with a bunch of really nice food as a thank u gift

-mandus 1. Didn’t expect to be thanked at all and 2. Is super sus of where soveliss got those expensive looking things and assumes he stole it probably because of his impression of soveliss

-soveliss comes back a few days later inviting mandus over for dinner and mandus is like oh ok (if it’s his house he won’t have stolen the food probably so I dont have to feel bad about eating the food)

-soveliss takes mandus to the fucking palace and mandus is having a heart attack cause what r we doing r we going to break in??? (Mandus is non confrontational but they do Not want to break a LAW) and soveliss is like no i live here! :)

-either soveliss is doing this on purpose to prank mandus or genuinely is being a dummy and forgot he did Not tell mandus he was a prince

-either soveliss takes mandus to a server/back door and mandus is like are you a servant and soveliss like no, (either he’s pranking mandus like i said or he’s again stupid like ?) and then at some point ig is greeted by a staff or someone like oh hi your majesty :) OR they go to the front entrance and mandus is scared like we can’t just GO into the castle at THIS hour it’s Not visiting time or anything! We’re gonna get

in TROUBLE and then the guards r like oh hello your majesty if this the friend u said ur be bringing back? In either case, mandus is…well shocked to say the least

-they have a nice dinner maybe outside in the beautiful garden or smth, soveliss prolly doesn’t want to literally give mandus a heart attack by having him have dinner with the entire Royal Family lol, maybe adalia comes and says hi idk

Basically @callileonn (whom the character mandus belongs too) and I figured this out roughly together as to how these two incredibly different people became best friends and under what circumstances they could possibly meet more than just in passing and I’ve tried to start a comic about it (did Not go well I’m not that good at angles and panelling yet) and this writing which I Do want to finish