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[ellemj]

Needs & Wants - Sex Pollen Trope Pt. 9

Bucky Barnes x Reader

**Read parts 1-8 first for the full effect.**

Summary: You and Bucky find yourselves stuck in a hotel room for the night after being tailed on the way back to the compound. Your game of teasing escalates to something a little more serious than just a game.

Warnings: teasing, dry humping, unprotected sex, mutual pining, profanity, somewhat orgasm denial, edging, fingering, shower sex, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!

Feel free to comment and let me know if this requires any other warnings.

Word Count: 2.3k

Author's Note: We're getting very close to the end now. I don't know how I feel about it all yet. Thanks again to everyone who's been liking/commenting on/reblogging this series, your support means so much and I'm truly blown away by the love I've received on here over the last few days. I still don't know how the heck it happened but here we all are. Special thanks again to @littlemiss-yeehaw for helping with warnings for this series and saving my ass, and also for reading my trash before I post it lmao.

            Bucky doesn’t know when he fell for you. He doesn’t know when his feelings of annoyance turned into feelings of near infatuation. He almost wishes he knew the exact moment, so he could use some kind of Stark technology to go back in time and undo it, but he’s sure you’d just as easily make him fall for you again. He sits silently in a chair in your shared hotel room, watching you intently as you make your way over to him. The straps of your dress hang loosely off your shoulders, your breasts are spilling over the top of the fabric and threatening to escape, and your hair is still a little mussed up from the physical demands of tonight’s mission. With all of that in front of him, he still can’t seem to tear his gaze away from your face. The way you smile as you laugh so softly, your lips parting and the corners turning upward just for him, it makes him feel like he’s just coming out of cryo for the first time. For a moment, the game the two of you have been playing all week is totally forgotten by him. He lets himself pretend just for a moment that you belong to him, that you’re here in this hotel room of your own free will, and you’re walking over to him right now as a girl who wants nothing else but him.

            “No answer?” You ask teasingly, coming to a standing stop between his legs. Bucky’s tongue flicks out, wetting his bottom lip before sucking it between his teeth and biting down on it. His eyes stray from your face, and he takes a few seconds to admire the entirety of you. You see it this time. The pure adoration in his eyes. He isn’t looking at you with some kind of superficial lust or temporary need. No, he’s looking at you with something that screams commitment. He wants you. He wants you beyond one night in a safe house, beyond one night in a hotel after a mission-gone-sideways. You see it in his eyes and yet, you don’t hear that familiar voice in your head telling you to run for the hills. You feel something between the two of you, tugging you closer and closer.

            Bucky realizes he’s been staring. He realizes that you’ve been watching him stare. He should probably say something to answer your question. You asked him if he was still hard. But why answer it out loud when he doesn’t have to? He leans forward in the chair suddenly, trailing his fingertips up the sides of your thighs as he looks up with you. Fuck, when he looks up at you like that you could just melt right into the floor. The room is beginning to feel way too hot, but its contrasting with the cool temperature of his vibranium fingertips on your skin and you kind of like it. Bucky lets his hands slide behind your thighs now, and you know exactly what he’s about to do. You brace your hands on his shoulders as he pulls you forward by his hold on the backs of your thighs, guiding you to spread your legs and straddle his lap in the chair. Every single nerve ending in your skin is on fire, so much so that you hear fire alarms going off in your mind. What the hell are the two of you doing? There’s no chemical influencing you this time, no severe pain forcing you to keep going just to find some relief. So, why are you straddling your almost completely naked partner in a hotel room right now?

            Because you fucking want to.

            You fully relax on his lap now, and that’s when you feel just how hard he is beneath you. You can make out the outline of his cock as it presses firmly against your still bare pussy. Your panties are still sitting on top of his suit jacket in the bathroom, thankfully. Bucky runs his hands up and down your thighs, his fingertips grazing over the hem of your dress.

            “You’re sitting on your answer.” His voice is low and tense, full of anticipation. He knows where he wants this to go, but he doesn’t know where your head is really at right now. Do you want the same thing? Do you want him in the same way that he wants you or are you just playing the game? He’s dying to know, but the man sucks at emotional communication. He’d never outright ask you. Thus, he’s determined to fuck it out of you.

            “I am.” You respond breathily. You know you shouldn’t do it, but you can’t help yourself. You tighten your grasp on his shoulders and grind down against his cock, closing your eyes as you focus on how good the sudden friction feels between your legs. As much as he wants to throw you down on the bed and do whatever it takes to make you scream his name, he lets you have control for now. He watches you closely as you continue grinding your wet cunt back and forth along his clothed cock, your face contorting with pleasure, your chest rising and falling quickly as you let out the quietest little moans.

            “Is that all you need?” Bucky asks, sliding his hands up until they’re resting on your hips. You want to say yes but fuck it, why lie?

            “No…” Your voice comes out soft and gentle. You slow your grinding movements as you lean down and press your lips to his jawline. “I need more.” Bucky clenches his jaw and you feel the muscle there contracting beneath your kisses. Will he give you more? Of course he fucking will. He’ll give you anything.

            “You need more…” His voice trails off and you feel his flesh hand leaving your hip, ghosting over your thigh, and finding its way beneath the thin fabric of your dress between your legs. “Here?” He asks, letting his fingertips glide over your clit. You feel the sensitive nerves there igniting and joining the rest of your body in flames. Nodding your head, your grind down against his hand, losing your mind over how good it feels.

            “Fuck.” You moan the word out slowly. Bucky’s in heaven. Or almost in heaven. He sits there underneath you, watching as you get yourself off on his hand, using your pretty voice to tell him how good it feels. He’s teetering on the edge of obsession at this point. In one swift move, he steals his hand away from where you need it most and grips your thighs as he rises from the chair. His name leaves your lips in a squeal as he lays you back on the bed, crawling over you so he doesn’t have a chance to miss the feeling of your body against his.

            “Have you thought about this as much as I have?” His question alone feeds the fire inside you. You let your hands travel up his sides until they find their way to his jawline, then you pull him down to your mouth. Holy shit. You forgot how good he tastes. You forgot how good he is with his tongue. You refuse to stop kissing him even to take a breath. When he finally pulls back from you, you gasp for air, your cheeks and nose blushing pink as he stares down at you.

            “I’ve thought about this every single day.” You admit, trying to pull him back down for another kiss. He fights your advance, and instead pushes himself off of the bed.

            “Get up.” He orders you, taking a few steps toward the bathroom but keeping his eyes on you. You prop yourself up on your elbows, narrowing your eyes at him. What the fuck is he up to?

            “Was all of that seriously just a tease?” You demand to know. There’s no way he did all of that and he’s just going to walk away from you now, all as a part of that fucking teasing game you’ve been playing all week.

            “No, I’m going to fuck you in the shower.” He says plainly, tilting his head toward the door. Your eyes widen as the sound of the running water meets your ears. You totally forgot you left it running a few minutes earlier. He gives you every chance to refuse, but a refusal never once crosses your mind as you push yourself up off of the bed and follow him into the bathroom.

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            Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Profanities play on repeat in your mind as you’re pinned against the shower wall, with one of your legs hitched up around Bucky’s hip and his cock driving into you like it’s the first time he’s been with a woman in this century and he’s been starved of pleasure. You’re trying so hard to stay upright against him, but he’s been fucking you so hard for so long that you’re already one orgasm in and he’s yet to come undone inside you.

            “I’m not going to let you fall, baby. Trust me.” Bucky whispers against your ear, letting his forehead rest on the tiled shower wall beside your head. How is he always reading your mind? He slows his thrusts and starts focusing on his depth and angle instead of his speed. Suddenly, he hits a spot inside you that has you crying out his name with such desperation that he feels his cock twitch harder than it ever has before. “Shit, I need to hear that again.” He groans, thrusting into you in the exact same way he did a second before. His name begins falling from your lips like a prayer as you pepper kisses across his neck and shoulder. Your second orgasm is closing in when he slows once more, feeling how tight your walls are clenching around him and knowing you’re close.

            “Bucky, stop being a tease.” You moan, pushing your forehead against his shoulder in exasperation. He chuckles and it sends a chill down your spine.

            “I’m not teasing you. I’m dragging this out because…” He stops mid-sentence to thrust into you, hard. You gasp and bite down on his shoulder before he stills himself again. “I’ve thought about doing this to you the whole damn week.”

            “Why didn’t you just do it?” You ask. Why didn’t he? He never once knocked on your door or made a real move. He just teased you and acted annoyed with your avoidance of him all week. “I live right across the hall from you.”

            “Fuck, I know. But you’ve been avoiding me, acting like you were scared that I was falling in love with you since that night.” Bucky starts grinding his cock into you in slow circles, just feeling you. His hands are balled up in fists against the shower wall beside your head. Right. You forgot that that’s why he thought you were avoiding him. Truly though, it never really crossed your mind that he might’ve been falling for you. You were just scared that you were falling for him.

            “I’m sorry.” That’s the first time he’s ever heard an apology leave your lips, meant just for him. Not that you’ve ever owed him one before, but something about seeing your walls broken down in front of him like this scratches at his heart. He doesn’t ever want to hear you apologize again. Besides, you don’t need to be saying sorry right now. He was falling in love with you. If that’s why you were avoiding him, then you were right, and he didn’t see any reason why you should be apologizing.

            “No, no, don’t say that.” He mumbles against your shoulder. He starts thrusting his cock into you with the most shallow thrusts, and it’s driving you insane. What he wants to say next is you were right, I was falling in love with you. But of course, he doesn’t say that. Instead, he straightens up and crashes his lips into yours, saying everything that he wants to say with a passionate, burning kiss. The moment escalates to Bucky holding you up, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and his cock fucking you into the shower wall so hard that you’re seeing stars behind your tightly closed eyes. You lose every inhibition as you climb the mountain to your second orgasm, you lose every fucking thought in your head that would keep you from saying the most vulnerable, revealing thing you could possibly say as you both race toward a breaking dam.

            “I’ve been falling since that night.” You say between moans. The words float around the air between the two of you and for a moment, you’re not even sure if they actually came out of your mouth. Your voice sounded so far away when you said it. You expect Bucky to slow down, maybe even to stop fucking you entirely, since you’ve just done the stupid emotional thing and mixed sex with feelings. However, Bucky only speeds up, thrusting into you with so much need and want that his orgasm comes barreling at him before he has a chance to pull out.

            “Fuck, I’m cumming.” He groans against your lips, pressing soft kisses against them after the words have left his mouth. He continues to move his hips into you, coaxing your orgasm right to the edge before snaking his hand between the two of you and rubbing small circles against your clit until you cum so hard that he can feel your entire body shaking between him and the wall.

            I’ve been falling since that night. Fuck, that’s everything he wanted to hear.

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[fairy-writes]

Can you do a part 2 to your MTP William x archaeologist sister reader I would like to see the Holmes brothers reactions. ❤️

A MIGHTY SURPRISE OVER DINNER

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Moriarty the Patriot

Pairing(s): William James Moriarty x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader, Holmes!Reader, Archaeologist!Reader, Sexist behavior from the Holmes family? (not Sherlock)

Notes: We’re pretending courthouse weddings were a thing back in this time period

PART ONE LINKED HERE

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Your marriage to William James Moriarty was a secret well-kept until a snowy winter day in December. 

It had been a simple courthouse wedding. His family had been there. Albert and Louis as witnesses. But the rest of his little ‘entourage’ had shown up in celebration as well. James Bonde and Sebastian Moran had shown up with bottles of wine to celebrate what they said was “a day that they thought would never come.”

Fred Porlock had been sweet and gifted you a bouquet of daffodils. He had told you later that they represent new beginnings, and he wanted to welcome you to their little family.

It took all your strength not to burst into tears right at that moment.

You hadn’t even worn a wedding dress, for heaven's sake! Instead, you wore a simple white blouse with beige trousers because you didn’t want to purchase much less tailor white ones. William had worn his regular brown suit and red tie.

Oh, how your mother would’ve had your head had she found out. How improper you were!

You didn’t even take a proper honeymoon persay. William had instead surprised you with a trip back to Egypt to visit the locals of your latest dig. You hadn’t been on an excavation in ages, and they were more than happy to welcome you and your new husband with open arms.

Husband…

You were officially married. No longer a Holmes and no longer tied to your family.

You were free.

Well… as free as a woman could be, that is.

All that was left was to tell your parents and brothers.

The aforementioned secret marriage was kept a secret for approximately thirteen months before it got out. In fact, you managed to keep it a secret up until William asked if he could break the news to your family over Christmas dinner. 

He asked you over breakfast around a week before Christmas Day. You had moved into his estate soon after the marriage was finalized. 

“Might I ask you a question?” He asked politely, and you looked up from your ham and eggs, raising an eyebrow as you did so. 

“Sure.” You said as you swallowed your mouthful and cleared your throat. 

“How do you feel about telling your parents about our marriage?” At this, you choke on your inhale and proceed to cough until you almost feel lightheaded. 

William—used to your dramatic reactions by now—sits patiently as you try to gain some semblance of control over your body. 

“What brought this up?” You demand, and he shrugs, taking a sip of his tea. 

“It’s been over a year now. Don’t you think it’s time to tell them?” You look down at your hands, fisted in your shirt, and grit your teeth, mulling it over. 

He was right… it had been over a year since you went no contact with your family save for Sherlock. Of course, he relayed messages from them to you. But you never responded besides telling them to sod off. 

At least Sherlock understood where you were coming from and didn’t push the issue too much. Perhaps then he would know why you had kept your marriage a secret until now? 

So… with that in mind… you agree, and William sends out invites to Sherlock, Mycroft, and your parents that day. You also send out an invitation to John and Mary and their new baby girl as moral support. 

Sherlock responds almost immediately by phoning William and enthusiastically saying he’d be delighted to come to the Moriarty estate for dinner. Mycroft responds via phone the next day, confirming his and your parents' attendance at this growing Christmas party. 

The day of the surprise comes all too quickly. 

You dress that day in a white blouse, a bold, crimson suit coat, and matching trousers. Just as you’re buttoning your blouse, you hear a knock on your bedroom door. 

“Come in!” You call as you finish the last button and turn to see William closing the door behind him. 

“Are you ready?” He asks, and you shake your head almost immediately. 

“I never am when it comes to my parents.” You say honestly, and he offers a smile that you like to think is reserved just for you. It crinkles the corners of his eyes and curls his lips rather attractively. You smile back and then head to the bathroom connected to your bed chambers for your jewelry box. 

It was William’s wedding present to you. A beautiful cherry wood box that contained jewelry you had collected over the years. Most of it was gifts from the locals you had gone on expeditions to. 

But…

There was one piece of jewelry that was not a gift to them. 

And that was your wedding band. 

It was a plain gold band, nothing too extravagant. Just the way you wanted it. And while it was simple and nondescript, you only wore it if you were going to events with William as his wife. He wore a matching one for the same reasons. And he slid his onto his ring finger just as you did the same for yours. Then, your husband extends a hand.

“Shall we go downstairs to greet your family? Sherlock is already in the parlor, and we are expecting everyone else soon enough.”

Your parents arrive just as it’s beginning to snow outside. 

Mycroft is watching disapprovingly as you coo over baby Clara, John, and Mary’s baby girl. She’s almost a year old and already starting to crawl and toddle about. You could practically smell his disapproval of your outfit, but you paid him no mind. Once this announcement is done with, you never have to speak to him again.

Your parents burst into the parlor, spooking you and Clara. The baby girl starts to whimper, so you hand her back to Mary and go to greet your parents. 

“Oh, dearest, couldn’t you wear the Christmas dress we purchased for you this year?” Your mother says immediately as you approach, and your face sours. 

“Well, hello to you too, Mother.” You grumble but give her a hug nonetheless. Your father extends his hand, and you shake it. Luckily, it was your right hand, so you simply kept your left with the ring in your trouser pocket. 

“If I might interrupt,” Comes William’s smooth voice, and you jump. You hadn't heard him come up behind you. “Dinner is served.” He finishes and ushers everyone to the dining room. He offers a comforting smile, and you reach out boldly to squeeze his hand. 

He doesn’t pull away. At least not until you reach the dining room and have to separate to sit with your respective families. 

Dinner was brought out, and just before everyone dug in, William stood and tapped his spoon against his wine glass. 

“Before everyone tucks in, we have an announcement to make.” He says, making eye contact with you, and you realize very quickly what he is doing. 

It’s time. 

Your heart starts thundering like horses in your veins, and you hear blood roaring in your ears. But you get up and make your way around the table to his side and take his hand just as he says,

“I suppose I should say my wife and I have an announcement to make.” 

It’s silent for a beat. Then two. 

Then noise. 

Your mother promptly bursts into tears. Whether out of happiness or disappointment, you have no idea. Your father grew red in the face and nearly started shouting before he remembered his manners. Mycroft simply sits back in his seat, stunned into silence. Sherlock’s face broke into a brilliant grin.

“I knew it!” He crowed and slammed his hand down on the table happily. 

You stand awkwardly as you wait for the noise to die down. William doesn’t let go of your hand the entire time. But… eventually… your parents get their emotions under control.

“Absolutely not! I will not have you associating with someone as stained a reputation as the Moriartys!” Your father bellows, and you hold back a flinch. It wasn’t often he got this angry.  And, of course, you knew what “stained reputation” your father was talking about. The burning of the Moriarty estate back when they were mere children had been quite the scandal. You remembered hearing about it when you were but a tiny tot. 

“You asked that I marry. I did. So now you have no right to judge whom I court, much less marry. I expect my dowry is still in your hands? And that you’ll keep your promise?” You say quickly, curtly, emotionlessly. You didn’t have the patience for his antics right now. He wanted you to marry in order to fund your excavations but didn’t want you to marry certain people? Where was the logic in that? And your family was all about logic.

“Please, dearest, think about what you’ve done! To marry into the Moriarty family is to stain our family name!” Your mother pleads, but you just roll your eyes. 

“I don’t see you chastising Sherlock about his choice of friends.” You snap back and very nearly leave right then and there. 

William is the only thing keeping you here. You can feel the tears burning as they threaten to fall. You just wanted your family to be happy for you. Was that too much to ask?

“That’s different!” Your father all but shouts, and you watch your husband raise an eyebrow. 

“Pray tell me how it is any different?” He says, and you shiver at his frosty tone of voice. 

“She’s a woman! That’s reason enough!” Your mother blubbers, dabbing at her falling tears with a handkerchief. Now, it’s William’s turn to roll his eyes. He takes a moment, entwining your fingers together as he looks at the ceiling. 

“Your daughter is perfectly capable of marrying whom she wishes. This is precisely why we didn’t say anything when we married nearly thirteen months ago.” 

That sentence sends your father into another shouting fit. 

“Thirteen months?!” He roars, and William smirks, letting go of your hand in order to lean both palms on the table. 

“Yes, quite right. And you will listen closely to my next words.” He said smoothly, and your parents both went silent. Mycroft still has yet to say anything, and Sherlock is simply sitting back in his chair with a shit-eating grin on his face. 

William leans back once again to take your hand. 

“You will fulfill your promise to your daughter. And hand over her dowry. Though we have little need for the money. But imagine the scandal that would erupt if you didn’t?” Your mother swallows audibly, and your father glares at your husband. He looks back cooly, not backing down. 

In the end, William wins the little starring contest, and your father averts his eyes. 

“Fine.” He growls, and William smiles,

“I’m glad we could come to an understanding. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I am going to go comfort my wife.” He says and gently turns you around to head for the dining room doors. 

“Wait, Liam.” Sherlock’s voice breaks through your raging emotions, and you stop, turning to face the middle child of the Holmes family. Your husband turns and looks at him,

“Yes?” Sherlock stands, that same smile on his face as he studies the two of you. “Was your marriage the only announcement you had to make?” He asks innocently, and you glare at him. 

Of course, he knew already.

William hums briefly before his lips curled in a devious grin,

“Oh yes, I almost forgot.” He says and puts a hand on the small of your back.

“We are expecting.” He says and leaves your brothers to deal with your dramatic parents once again. 

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Thumb Fight

Summary: You are in a bar waiting for Sirius and the boys to show up, but the chaos and the hubbub of the setting make it difficult for you to have a good time. Thankfully, Sirius shows up just in time.

Note: fluff, comfort, Muggle!AU, Sirius and the reader are friends but with mutual pining! because I'm a slut for that. Gender-neutral reader. Neurodivergent reader. Not very well edited

Relationship: Sirius Black x Reader (mutual pining)

Warnings: Sensory overstimulation, sensory icks, crying, self-depreciation, reader is not very fond of themselves, mentions of drinking! reader almost has a panic attack (?)

Word count: approx 2K words

Likes and reblogs are much appreciated, comments even more so!

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The music was so loud you could barely hear your own thoughts.

It had been a pleasant hum before, a singer crooning softly from a corner, stuff that you could handle, stuff that you enjoyed actually. But as the night went on, the crowd got progressively drunker, and their tastes got progressively rambunctious. Right now, the speakers boomed with the heavy bass of some pop song. The crowd that had clamoured to put on “real” music instead of the Chris Isaak that you were so at ease with, now no longer cared for the song and wanted to focus on their chatter. People yelled at decibels far beyond the human capacity just to say hello to someone.

It was a Saturday night so the bar was packed to the brim, and you could feel several arms brushing past yours. You escaped the corner you had thought to seclude yourself in when a couple came in with each other’s tongues down their throats. You walked over to the bar and laid your hands flat against the marble when your skin came in contact with something wet. It was probably just condensed water from a cold drink, your brain tried to reason, but your instinct was to recoil in disgust and immediately wipe your hands off the cold, wet, annoying sensation on your hand.

It was a nightmare for you.

You flinched every time you so much as heard another glass hit the bar.

The glasses clinked.

The crowd roared.

Somebody said “hello” a little too loudly.

The bass pumped.

The door squeaks.

The bar top is wet.

Someone’s arm is brushing yours.

Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too-

“Hey, hey, hey, puppy, what’s wrong?” warm hands lift your chin up and you almost flinch before realising who it is. Your eyes meet the concerned grey of Sirius’s. and as his eyes widen you realise how bad you must look in the moment. Surely, Sirius pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and starts dabbing around your eyes.

Oh, you didn’t know you’d started crying.

His thumbs smooth out the furrows of your eyebrows as he moves closer to you, as if he’s trying to shield you from the rest of the bar.

“Wanna get out of here?” he asks softly, and you nod.

In no time he’s wading through the crowd, trying to create an opening for you to follow him out with. He holds your hands in his throughout the whole deal. Finally when you are both outside, the crisp, chilly autumn air hits you and you sit on the pavement in grateful silence. You don’t need to speak and Sirius doesn’t demand an answer as well.  

You lose track of time as you rub your hands over your body. Crack your joints, gnaw on your lip, braid a portion of your hair, and tap your feet to a rhythm stuck in your head. After a minute, or maybe 10, or  maybe 20, when you’re humming the same part of a Mitski song over and over again,  Sirius speaks up.

“You feeling better now?”

“Yeah.”

“Good,” the relief is evident in his voice, “ I got really worried seeing you like that.” He admits.

An apology comes out of you instinctively.

Sirius scoffs and settles down beside you, “it’s not your fault lovely.” He offers you his hand and you take him up. He quickly moulds your hands into a position for a thumb-fight and you are grateful for the distraction. Because he is sitting next to you and you can smell his cologne, and you can feel the heat emanating from his body; you might go into a different kind of panic attack if you focus on just him for longer. 

“It kind of is though,” you soldier on with your self-criticism. “If I wasn’t so fucked in the head, you wouldn’t have to leave everything and sit with me outside a bar.”

The thumb fight has reached a strategic impasse, both of you hold your thumbs poised, ready to attack, but none making the first move.

“For the record, I didn’t leave anything.”

You look up to his eyes for the first time since coming outside the bar. But perhaps for the first time, he’s the one avoiding eye contact. You try to hold his gaze but he is adamant to not let you.

“What do you mean? I know for a fact that James and Remus are in there waiting for you to join them.” you point out. The boys were supposed to get to the bar together, being the roommates that they are. They had offered to pick you up from your apartment so that all of you could be there together but you knew they’d have to take a detour to accommodate that. Besides, your shift ended earlier today so you figured that going to the bar was less depressing than sitting by yourself at home waiting for someone to pick you up. Maybe you should have taken Remus up on his offer after all.

“They’re twats who have separation anxiety.” He deadpans but both of you know he’s only teasing. He’d take a bullet for them through his heart.  

His face looks peculiar, unfamiliar in this setting because you’ve never seen him like this- all shy and red in the cheeks, avoiding eye contact, for once you’re the pursuer.

“Twats they may be, they’re still your friends. You should go inside with them. I’m much better here, you don’t need to stay.” You brush your thumb against his in challenge.

“Oh but I do,” the response is prompt, “need to be here to look after you. All alone, looking so pretty in the night, someone might steal you away. And where will be after that?” his thumb bashes yours away.

“You’ll all be much better off.” You huff.

He tsks very loudly and soon your thumb is pressed underneath his. You try to wriggle it free but he is a rugby player and his strength is not to be messed with. “ Quit it.” He warns.

There’s a pregnant pause. You’ve had this conversation before. Maybe not with the others, but definitely more times with Sirius than you could count. None of you say anything. You have long given up on trying to retrieve the thumb that’s stored underneath his firm grip.

“It’s rotten work.” You finally huff out.

He sighs, “Not to me. Not if its you.”

The stupid bastard knows Euripides. Great.

Anger and self-loathing forgotten you now try to get to the bottom of this enigma. “Pray tell, how did you know what to say?”

“I’m a man of culture-!” you smack him upside down. “OW!” he rubs the back of his head tenderly.

“You binge-watched all of Dance Moms in a week.”

“It’s a cultural revolution.” 

“You have the attention span of a very small baby without any object permanence, you did not go through all of Euripides.” You say decidedly.

“Okay, I did not. You just mentioned it one day and said that you liked it a lot. So I thought of reading it but I couldn’t get past the first page.” Here you crack a smile, “ so then I just went on the internet to find something popular from the book and this was the first thing that showed up. Of course, knowing you, I could bet that you would quote this at some point or the other at me, and I wanted to be prepared.”

The chilly London air feels so much hotter than before. Even though its late at night, you think you can see the sun trying to shine its way out from the darkness. Sirius Orion Black will kill you one day. You think he’s trying to kill you right now. With his stupid shy smile, his stupid grey eyes looking at the pavement like it’s the most interesting thing in the world, the stupid blush creeping over his cheeks.

“Oh so when I asked you to take the chicken out of the freezer that one day, it was too much work for you, but Y/N just mentions a book and you’re off cramming its Wikipedia page? Some roommate you are Pads!”

Both of you whip your head around at the sudden intrusion. James leans against the door with his arms crossed over his chest in a display of anger that you know is all fake. Remus is standing next to him with his hands in his pocket and a small smile on his face. They look like they’ve been here for a while now and the realisation makes you want to disintegrate into the asphalt.

Intrusion into your quiet time with Sirius it may be, but you are in a way grateful for it; the conversation was going into realms you aren’t prepared at all to face. You look towards Sirius and judging by his face, he’s relieved too.

“What are you lot doing outside?” Sirius demands nonetheless (your thumb is still firmly wrapped under his), “aren’t you supposed to be getting piss drunk today?”

“We were supposed to get piss drunk together” James explains with all the patience of a tired rugby player who’s been working without break for the whole day, “We ordered shots and everything but we couldn’t find you or Y/N, so we came outside looking for you.”

You feel heat rising to your cheeks. Oh, so your breakdowns were that predictable. Being perceived is a mortifying ordeal.

However when you look to James and Remus there is nothing but kindness, understanding, and concern in their eyes. That lessens some of the awkwardness.

(Sirius’s hand has now enveloped yours, and that’s doing wonders for the anxiety too)

“Anyway,” Remus begins with a long drawl in that usual ‘Let’s-get-to-the-point-shall-we’ way of his, “are we heading back inside? No offense darling Y/N but its fucking freezing out here.”

Despite his words, you know there isn’t any malice to his position. It’s his way of asking if you’re okay in front of everyone; if you’re okay to face the inside.  

Though the question is meant for you, you look to Sirius for some sort of inclination. You get nothing but a soft smile. You know what it means. You just have to say the word and they would camp outside and start a party by the pavement.

It’s overwhelming and heartwarming at the same time to think about how deep their friendship goes. To abandon everything simply because one person isn’t comfortable with it. You are beyond lucky to have this in your life. But however tempting the idea of leaving all this to go sleep in your bed might seem on other nights, tonight you find yourself looking forward to getting piss drunk with this group of men who crashed into your life like a storm.

Your hand is now being properly caressed and massaged by Sirius’s and you feel all the stress slipping away. The prospect of the daunting inside seems less and less like a bad idea knowing that you have him by your side. You need only make the smallest protest and he’ll escort you out immediately. No matter the amount of wet table tops, or too-loud people, you know that with him around none of your senses would have enough sense to make you feel anxious.

So you nod.

James lets out a whoop and Remus chuckles at his antics. Sirius- well, Sirius is smiling at you again before he’s hauling himself up to his feet. He takes a second to adjust before he’s pulling you up as well (by the hand he had never let go of).

The gates to the bar are swung open by one of the boys, and the inside is as you expected it to be: loud, with people clambering all over the place. But you don’t notice that not when Sirius pulls your thumb into another fight and the rest of the world blurs away.

[alexsoenomel]

Dreamy Skirts (Sam Winchester x Reader Smut)

Summary: Sam likes you in your skirt so a night out turns into something cheeky.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: oral sex

Word count: 1504

Note: This was a dream I had when I was 18. Enjoy! Like/reblog or both if you like it! :)

“I think I’m going to like it here.” Sam said excited while putting his bag and backpack on the bedroom floor.

It was summer and after he and his brother almost got killed on a hunt you decided enough was enough. You needed a break from everything. Nothing bad was happening in your area so you decided to take a trip to Miami. You planed the whole thing just the three of you. Hotel by the beach with great food and even found Dean a separate room which made him very happy. You and Sam tend to be….loud, sometimes.

“I think so too.” You smiled.

“Perfect time to catch up on my reading.”

“Just how many books have you brought with you Sam?” You asked knowing his book worm tendencies.

“Maybe, possibly 3?” He said looking down shyly.

You smiled remembering how you liked watching him read, the way he would get lost in the book made you happy more than the words can explain. You got closer to him wrapping your hands around his body pulling him into a tight hug. His hands rested on your back drawing small cycles on it.

“I love you. Thank you for convicting me to go on this vacation with you. I need it.”

“I love you too. And I know you do. I was worried about you. Sometimes I really hate being a hunter. ”

He smiled. “I know.”

Day one you slept in. Neither swimming nor going out, you were dead tired from the drive, so you spent in bed talking about life and eating junk food. Dean on the other hand had other things to do….like get laid.

Day two on the other hand was different. Unforgettable. After spending the whole day on the beach you wanted to go out and have a drink. Sam on the other hand wanted to go to bed at 9pm.

“But I’m tired.” He said. “And don’t really want to drink.”

“Pretty please?” You made a sad puppy dog face hoping he would surrender.

“We spend all day swimming  where do you find the energy?” He asked and got under the covers on his side of the bed. He was wearing his black boxers and a white shirt aka his pajamas.  

“I always have the energy for alcohol.” You simply said. “Come on it will be fun…plus…” You got closer to him and kissed his cheek. “I will wear something nice for you.” You whispered into his ear sending shivers down his spine.

“You are making this very hard for me (Y/N).” 

“That’s the point genius.” You lowered your lips onto his neck feeling him breathe nervously. “Oh come on.”

“If I go now, tomorrow I want to just sit by the pool and read.” He finally said.

“Deal tomorrow will be our book club day.”

“Fine.” He got up, took his clothes from his bag and went towards the bathroom to get ready.

“Love you.” You said.

“I know you do.” You heard him say.

While he was in the bathroom you took the time to get ready. You decided a black high waisted skirt and a white crop top was the way to go. You didn’t wear skirts but when you did (some cases demanded a more classy wardrobe choices) you would always catch Sam staring and undressing you with his eyes while licking those god damn perfect lips of his. Teasing him to get what you want was your favorite pastime. The fact was you have always been a shy girl with so little confidence, but being with Sam gave you something you never knew you had, freedom. It was freeing to know you could do anything you wanted and make the first steps without getting judged or criticized. As you were about to do your makeup in front of the mirror that was near the bed you shared, Sam finished with the bathroom. He decided to wear pants and a flannel shirt. Classic Winchester.  When he entered the room he saw you getting lost in your makeup bag looking for god knows what. He stood there leaning on door frame looking at you and thinking how beautiful you looked and how no other human being had made him feel the way you did. He was lost in your beauty and fragileness in that very moment, but he also thought how sexy you looked in that skirt and how he suddenly had an urge to be underneath it making you moan his name over and over again.

Suddenly he wrapped his strong arms around your small frame and started kissing your neck which he knew it was your weakest link. You put your eyeliner on the table as soon as you felt his lips on your skin. You smirked looking at the mirror.

“So you are not tired after all?” You teased.

“I don’t think I am anymore.” He said between kisses.

“I need to put on some make up I want to look good for you.”

His hand traveled up in your skirt feeling your delicate skin of your inner thigh on his fingertips. A sigh escaped from your lips. Oh how you liked when he did that.

“You don’t need makeup.” His hand moved between your legs causing you to moan a little. “You are perfect without it.”  Sam’s confidence had always been a huge turn on for you. Suddenly you weren’t in the mood for drinks anymore.

“What has gotten into you Sammy?” You asked seductively biting your lip. “Is it the skirt?”

“Maybe…”He smirked. His hand was still underneath your skirt, slowly rubbing you through your panties. You got on your tiptoes and moaned even louder this time. “I really like it.”

“I’m glad you do.” You managed to say as you turned to face him. You place the tip of your index finger on his lips feeling its wetness and warmth. “So no drinks tonight then?”

“Seems like it.”

“Perfect.” You said and kissed him. He kissed back with no hesitation, with even more passion and fire making your body ache for him. You became needy and vulnerable under his touch. Breaking the kiss you took his hand and sat on the edge of the bed pulling him closer to him for another kiss. He bit your lower lip instantly knowing you would whimper as he pushed you down on the bed. He was right, you did whimper a little. You always do. You moved upwards onto the bed while Sam was on top of you balancing himself with his elbows. You took the shirt off with ease showing off your white bra as Sam watched you closely like you were an art form. When you tried to take of your skirt he stopped you.

“Don’t.”

“Sammy do you actually have a thing for my skirts? Because I have seen you stare multiple times.”

“I’m guilty. I can’t help it.”

“God I love you.” You said feeling like the luckiest person alive. And you indeed were.

“Likewise (Y/N)” Sam smiled and started to kiss your neck again. You tugged on his gorgeous locks of hair while his hand went underneath your skirt again. His kisses moved on your collar bones then between your breasts making you weak and needy while his hand worked the same magic again making you wet by the minute. When his mouth was close to the hem of your skirt he stopped to look at you. You were panting from just his kisses looking at the blank ceiling. He smirked and moved his head between your legs and you lost him. Suddenly he took off your panties. Dear Lord….

A few seconds passed and you could feel your body coming alive from all that pleasure he was giving you with his tongue.

“Sammy…” You moaned. “Fuck.”

The pleasure kept building up until you found yourself moaning uncontrollably. “I THINK I’M GONNA-“

And you did. Stood up on his knees between your legs with his chin shining. He took off your skirt and whipped himself clean before he kissed you again.

His clothes soon after went on the floor and your hands were all over his skin. You flipped him at one point so you were now on top of him kissing and biting him more than you should. You were such a tease sometimes. He was in his boxers so you took the chance to feel his hardness…

“What’s that?” You suddenly asked.

“What?”

“That song? Are you serious?” You laughed.

Someone played Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley. You thought for a second it came from the outside but the truth was it was your alarm. Your little paradise disappeared and you woke up all hot and bothered. It was Monday and time for work. You were still single and Sam still wasn’t real.

“Are you fucking serious?!” You whispered angrily and turned the alarm off forcing yourself back to sleep. Fuck work. Fuck everything...for like 5 more minutes.

Mondays were truly great.

[mccn-bcys]

Hold My Hand

paring: din djarin x reader

summary: an accident happens when you went to the market alone. Din just wants to make sure you’re okay and insists he goes with you once you’re healed up to keep it from happening again.

warnings: angsty in one part, but overall full of fluff, Din and reader deny their feelings until they can’t anymore, mentions of blood, mention of injury

author’s note: this is my first din story so I really hope you guys like it because I really enjoyed writing it! Let me know if I made any mistakes and definitely let me know if you want some more! make sure to like, comment, and reblog!

word count: 3,320

“Haar’chak!” Din cursed loudly as he saw you walking - staggering was more like it - back to the ship. He knew he shouldn’t have let you go alone. He ran out of the ship and quickly ran up to you to catch you as you looked like you were about to crumble to the ground. He threw his arm around you so you could lean on him for support. 

“What the hell happened? I thought you were just going to the market!” He demanded. He didn’t exactly mean to to sound so demanding. He was just worried - scared.

He had wanted to go with you, but you had insisted he stay with the ship. You had said you just needed to get a few supplies and told him he should stay on the Crest, hang out with the Child or take a nap. He wouldn’t have been able to nap if he had wanted to, worried that something would’ve happened to you. And his fear came true.

Here you were hobbling back to the ship, covered in blood, cuts, and - 

“Is that a blaster shot?!” He asked as he got you back on the ship and sat you down, examining the bloody spot on your side. 

“Relax, Din, I’m fine, really,” you said softly, trying to catch your breath and hide any trace of pain that might be evident in your voice. 

The truth was: you weren’t fine. Far from it in fact. You were in so much pain. But you didn’t want to worry your Mandalorian. He would get so worried over the smallest things when it came to you - or the kid. So worried that he would go with you everywhere. And the one time he wasn’t with you...

“No you’re not fine, cyar’ika,” he said as he cupped your cheek with his gloved hand, making you look at him. “I’m going to get the med kit, don’t move.”

He got up and moved to grab the small med kit you had used so many times on him to patch him up when he came home beaten up. Now it was your turn, you supposed. 

“Din, you really don’t have to do this. I’ll be okay-” you started but you were cut off by yourself as you let out a gasp of pain when you tried to stand. 

“I told you to stay sitting,” he said as he hurried back, helping you sit back down gently. “Besides, I don’t mind it. You always take care of me, let me return the favor,” He said, looing you in the eyes. Even through his helmet you could feel the intensity of his gaze and knew better than to fight him on this. You wouldn’t win. So you gently nodded and let him start cleaning your wounds. “Now, tell me how all of this happened.”

“Well, as I said, I had gone to the market to grab some supplies,” you started explaining as he gently cleaned the small cuts on your face. “As I was leaving a shop, I hadn’t realized a couple locals had started a fight in the street, and guess who had walked right into it?” You chuckled lightly, trying to cut the tension a bit. Din didn’t think it was funny. “Anyways, one of them pulled a blaster and shot right as I walked between them, accidentally hitting me. They didn’t take too kindly to my interruption so, they pushed me out of the way and right into the booth of a glass maker. Just my luck, right?” 

“How in Maker’s name did you not see the fight going on?” He asked as he sprayed some bacta spray on the cuts on your face before looking down the the blaster would on your side, silently asking permission to lift you tunic slightly to better inspect it, and you have a slight nod. 

He silently thanked Maker for his helmet because otherwise you would’ve seen the heat rush to his cheeks as he pushed your tunic up. Had you not been in so much pain, you probably would’ve been blushing too. This was an intimate moment and you couldn’t even relish in it because of that damn fight. Then again, you wouldn’t be here if not for the fight. 

“I was looking at this little cloak I got for the kid, something to keep him warm when we go somewhere cold,” you admitted almost bashfully. 

Din adored how much you cared for the kid. You had started caring for him like he was your own and it warmed his heart. It was the reason Din had asked you to join them on the Razor Crest. The Child had taken a liking to you when he was visiting your planet and you seemed to have fallen in love with the kid, and so before Din could stop himself, he had offered to pay you to join them and watch the kid when he was out on jobs. 

Of course you had accepted, and after a while you had started turning down your payments much to Din’s confusion. You had said that as long as you got to stay with the kid, have a rood over your head, food to eat, and Din coming home safely, that was all the payment you needed. 

Din came to realize later that that was possibly the moment he realized he loved you. Seeing how much you cared for him and the kid, it was hard not to fall for you. Of course, he never told you of these feelings, sure that you didn’t feel the same.

He let out one of his signature sighs. “Well, I’m sure the kid will appreciate it,” he said softly before turning his attention back to wound and starting to clean it. You hummed softly as you watched him work.

He was so gentle with you. Like he was scared he was going to break you, despite being pretty beaten up. It was one of your favorite things about him; how gentle he was with you and the kid. He never raised his voice at you, always looked out for you, made sure you had everything you needed and more. You had never seen his face but you were going to guess that he was just as beautiful as his spirit was. 

Little did he know, you had fallen in love with him as well. The feelings had snuck up on you out of no where while you were watching him play with the kid. His armor and helmet and intimidating persona were all just for show. Only you got to see the true Mandalorian. The true Din. 

A shock of pain ripped through you, breaking you from your thoughts as you let out a cry of pain, causing Din to panic, worried he had done something wrong. 

“I think there’s some broken glass in there,” you said, trying to breath through the pain that just increased at the discovery. He must’ve accidentally touched it as he tried cleaning. He looked back at the wound and saw that you were right. 

“It’s a pretty big piece. I’ll have to pull it out before I can put the bacta spray on it,” he said, looking back at you. You had gotten pretty good at reading him through the helmet. He was asking permission to pull out the glass, both of you knowing it was gonna hurt like a bitch. You sucked in a big breath and quickly nodded, ready for it to be over. 

He gave a single nod of his head and moved to pull out the glass, wincing at the way you cried out in pain. He hoped he’d never have to hear it again after this.

“Stop! Stop!” You suddenly cried, making him stop his movements quickly as he looked back at you. “I can’t- can’t we just leave it?” You asked, hoping there was an easier way, a less painful way to heal this wound. 

Din tilted his head as he looked at you softly, wishing he could take away your pain. He brought his bare hand up- when did he talk off his gloves - and wiped your tears away. “Oh, cyar’ika,” he said softly. “we have to take the glass out or it will get infected,” he gently broke the news to you, causing you to groan. “You’re going to be fine, you can do this,” he assured you gently.

“No, Din, I can’t do this,” you shook your head, wanting to find another way. He continued to hold you face and turned your head to make you look at him. The gentle way he held you somehow making your breathing calm down. 

“Yes you can,” he said, taking one of his hands and holding it out in front of you, offering it to you. “Hold my hand. You’re going to be fine,” his soft voice giving you the assurance you needed, telling you that he was here for you and would be here with you. 

You nodded faintly, reaching a hand out to hold his. You both had to keep yourselves from reacting to the feeling of his rough calloused hand holding your soft one. You softly looked him in the eye and gave a soft nod, letting him know that he could continue. He gave your hand a gentle reassuring squeeze before using his other hand to try and remove the glass. 

You squeezed his hand hard as you started screaming from the pain. You were squeezing hard enough that it felt like you might break it. Though Din didn’t care, all he cared about was healing you. Din decided at that moment that he would never let anything bad ever happen to you again. Because he hated when you were in pain. It broke his heart with every cry you made. 

After what felt like hours, the piece of glass was finally out, leaving you to be able to breath again, to calm down. Din immediately put down the piece of glass and brought both of his hands back to the side of your face. You silently decided that you loved the feeling of his hands cupping your face. It felt like home. 

“See, that wasn’t so bad,” he lightly chuckled, causing you to let out a soft, breathless chuckle of your own. “I knew you could do it, cyar’ika. You’re so strong,” he whispered as he looked at you softly. 

His words caused your cheeks to burn as you tried to look away from him to hide it. But he wasn’t having that. He brought your face close to his helmet, your breathing picking up as your heart started beating so loud you could swear he could hear it. You let him rest your forehead against his cool beskar helmet. You didn’t quite know exactly what the gesture meant, but you knew it was a very intimate gesture, feeling his intense gaze through the T shaped visor of his helmet. 

He held you like that for a few moments. He watched as you closed your eyes, relaxing under his touch and against the metal that separated your faces. If only you knew how special this moment was for him. How much it meant that you seemed at peace in this moment instead of pushing him away. “You’re okay now,” he said gently to you, but mostly to himself.

Finally, he pulled away and lightly cleared his throat. Turning back to the med kit, he grabbed the bacta spray and sprayed it on the wound and gently wrapped it in gauze, all while you tried to slow down your heartbeat and clear the heat from creeping up your cheeks again. When he was finished, he slowly stood, and offered you his hand to help you stand. “Now you need to rest and let that heal,” he said as you took his hand and stood up.

He was suddenly shy, it seemed. For reasons that were lost on you. Surely not after that moment the two of you shared, you thought. 

You wanted to fight him on the matter, tell him you were fine. But you knew that was a fight you’d lose. So you quietly listened and let him take care of you. He gently led you to your sleeping quarters and helped you lay down before leaving you alone with you thoughts as you laid down and drifted off to sleep, your body exhausted.

He, however, headed back to the cockpit. He threw himself into his seat and put his head in his hands, trying to calm his racing heart. His heart had been through so much in the past few minutes. From fear, to love, to soft. He was feeling a whirlwind of emotions. However, after a minute, he felt a pair of eyes on him, and he slowly turned to look over at the seat to his right, where he found a pair of inky blacks eyes watching him, glancing from where he had come from and then back to him. 

“Oh no, absolutely not. Not right now at least. Maybe some other time,” he told the Child, knowing exactly what he had been thinking. Instead he tried to redirect his thoughts from you - which was proving to be harder everyday - and picked up the kid. “Why don’t we get you something to eat.”

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You heard the clearing of a throat that stopped you dead in your tracks. 

Damn it, you thought as you slowly turned around a big innocent grin on your face. 

“And just where do you think you’re going, cyar’ika?” The Mandalorian stood at the top of the boarding ramp, his arms crossed sternly across his chest. 

It had been 2 weeks since you had been injured and he had been watching over you like a convor. Not letting you out of his sights unless you needed to use the ‘fresher. It was sweet and endearing how he cared for you, making sure you were never uncomfortable or hurting as your body healed. It did aggravate you at times, insisting that you could do things on your own, but he still hovered a bit. After a while you just let him do it, to help him feel better. He even still had the habit of doing it even now that you were completely healed.

So here you were. You had thought he had laid down for a nap with the kid, so you took the opportunity to sneak out and go back to the market. Apparently that plan had been spoiled. 

“...back out to the market?” You said, though it came out like a question as you became bashful that he had caught you sneaking out. 

“Without us?” He asked, gesturing between him and the Child who was looking at you curiously. 

“I thought you guys were asleep and I didn’t want to wake you,” you answered truthfully. I also wanted a moment without you worrying about what step I made.

“You could’ve woke us. We don’t mind going with you,” he insisted as he walked down the ramp to meet you. 

“But you don’t have to go with me, you know,” you said, causing his head to tilt a little. “I would be fine on my own.”

He let out a single laugh, as if in disbelief. “Yeah, like last time?” He said, throwing the event in your face. Almost like it had been your fault. Your eyebrows furrowed as you got defensive. 

“Hey, I know better this time. I’ll be sure to watch where I’m going and what’s going on around me,” you declared. You weren’t just some kid, you learned from your mistakes. 

“You’ll watch where your going because I’ll be there to make sure you don’t get into any trouble,” he brushed past you. Why was he pushing so hard about this?

“I’m not a kid, Din. You don’t have to hover over me like I might take the wrong breath!” He stopped walking and turned around to face you.

“I know you’re not a kid. But I’m going to go and make sure you stay out of trouble,” he fought back.

“Why? Do you not trust me?” You asked. 

Of course, he trusted you. He trusted you more than anyone in the galaxy. 

“Then why won’t you let me do this on my own?” You demanded.

“Because I can’t lose you!” He all but yelled back at you. Suddenly, it felt like everything around him fell quiet. Your face changed to a look of shock. Well that confession was out in the open now. No taking it back now. 

“Din-”

“I can’t lose you. I couldn’t stand it when you were hurt, and I don’t want to see you like that again. I just want to protect you, to keep you safe,” He continued softly, stepping closer to you until you were just inches apart. 

“Why?” you asked simply, looking down at the ground. You had a hard time with how intensely he was looking at you as he spoke.

“You mean more to me than you know.”

Oh. 

While you were looking at the ground, he sighed and made up his mind. If you didn’t believe his words, he would just show you what you mean to him. You heard the hiss of air and looked up at him to see what was happening only to gasp and look away once you realized what he was doing. 

“Din, what are you-”

“You can look, cyar’ika,” he said softly. 

Still you refused. Only children and partners could see him without his helmet. Did that mean-

“Are you sure?” You asked after a moment, so many meanings wrapped into that question. 

 “Yes,” with that small word, he answered every question.

Oh. 

And so you turned around slowly, heart beating wildly as you were finally able to drink him in. This. This was the true Din. 

Your Din.

From his dark unruly curls, to his dark eyes, to his aquiline nose, to the stubble on his jaw. He was perfect. And now he was yours. Removing his helmet told you that much.

You didn’t even know you had been crying until he started wiping your tears. You were so overwhelmed with emotion.

“I understand if you don’t feel the same. But you need to know how I feel,” he whispered and you answered in the only way that felt appropriate to you. 

You stood on your toes and crashed your lips on his, hoping to translate all the words you didn’t know how to say in to that kiss. He was shocked at first, not prepared for that response, but it wasn’t long before he was kissing you back with just as much passion. Both of you telling each other so much without uttering a word. You wanted to stay like that forever. And probably would have if not for the small coo the Child made as he watched you two. 

You both pulled away from each other, catching your breath and you both chuckled looking down at the little green child. You picked him up and gave a kiss to his head. He looked between you and Din expectantly. 

“Yeah, kid,” Din simply said, causing the child to erupt into happy cheers, which in turn caused you and Din to look at each other and laugh. 

“I guess he’s been wanting that to happen just as much as we did,” you smiled at Din as he picked up his helmet and put it back on. 

“I suppose so.”

“Alright...who wants to go to the market?” You asked, laughing as the kid cheered again. 

And so you all walked into town together, you and Din holding hands while you carried the child around from booth to booth. You were now feeling better than you had in weeks. And Din? He was feeling like he was the luckiest person in the entire galaxy. 

[thegreatestsandwich]

I think it would be really cute if the reader goes to the dance with Xavier and before they enter, she quietly smoothes/fixes his tie because he couldn't do it perfectly the first time

I’d kiss you as the lights went down (Xavier Thorpe x f!reader)

Masterlist

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x f!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: You were so ready for Rave'N dance that you even took the time to look at videos on how to tie a tie properly

Warning: FLUFF and the reader being a completly sweetheart that must be protected and loved by all of us

A/N: At this point, I want to love him as much as I love Namor

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received! I love to read your lovely coments :)

You were so ready for this dance, you even went out of your way to pick the perfect dress and watch several (more than fifty-seven hours’ worth of) videos of how to do the perfect make up. Enid still demanded to be in charge of it. How to do the perfect hairstyle. Enid still demanded to be in charge of it. How to be able to walk in heels and not kill yourself in the moment. Enid wasn’t able to help you with that.

You even casually invited your boyfriend to the dance as your date.

You finished gluing the letters you carefully cut from Enid’s magazines to your cardboard. It wasn’t perfect, in fact, it looked like one of those serial murderer’s notes they mail to their victims families. Even Wednesday highly praised you at your skills.

“If whatever you decided to do after finishing this hell doesn’t work, you have a great opportunity as a serial killer.” She emotionless stated as she fetched the aromatic salts from her desk, walking towards the passed-out Enid.

“You think he’ll say yes?” You asked her as Wednesday crouched and place the small vial on Enid’s nose. “What if he says no?”

Wednesday stared at you. “He is your boyfriend.”

“He could still say no, y’know?” You shrugged, placing the cardboard on Enid’s bed. “Xavier it’s kinda like a wildcard.”

“He says no and I will cut his dick off his body and feed it to my spiders.”

You smiled. “That’s the most compliment-thingy you had ever said to me.”

“Don’t push it.”

You began pacing inside of his room, the cardboard firmly against your chest as you practiced how to asked him to the dance.

“Baby, you’ve been walking in circles for the last,” He checked his watch. “fifteen minutes, what’s going on? Am I missing something?”

You ignored him, completely absorbed on your mind.

‘Would you go to the dance with me?’ No, too bland.

‘Oh Xavier, my beautiful and sexy boyfriend, would you give me he honor to accompany me to the gracious event that is the dance?’ No, that would increase his already huge ego.

Xavier sighed, throwing himself on his bed, his arms covering his arms. “Baby, c’mon, I invited you here so you could do the thing you do with your hands, the scratching on my head, I want to nap.”

‘Xavier, you, me, dance, yes?’ Possibly, simple, direct. But not quite yet.

“Baby, c’mooooon.” He groaned.

“Shhh, I’m thinking.” You responded, not stopping with your pace.

“You are giving me a headache, and not a cool one.” He said, his eyes following your movements, “What’s with the cardboard anyway?”

“Shh, I’m thinking hard.” You ignored his complains. Why couldn’t you think of a cool way to ask him out? Why man are so difficult?

‘Because they are stupid.’ The voice of Wednesday sounded inside of your head. You halted your pacing and Xavier sighed in relief…but it didn’t last as you began pacing again.

“Did something happened?” He asked you. “Just tell me the name and I’ll hit him later after our nap, just come to the bed.”

“Xavier.” You said, making your way to him, climbing on his bed and sitting on his stomach, both of your legs at each of his side. His hands quickly grabbed your thighs, a huge smile on his face.

“Well, I’m not complaining on the change of plans.” He tried to sit up to kiss you but you force him back on his bed. He frowned. “Is this some kind of roleplay I don't know about?”

“Shut it stupid.” You close your eyes and nod at yourself. “I have this huge speech, so you better keep quiet and let me say it.”

He tapped playfully at your thighs. “I’m all ears babe. All yours.”

“Ugh, don’t call me babe, it remind me of a huge humanoid in the shape of a fetus.” You groaned, your hands quickly turning over your cardboard, Xavier read it and smiled in amusement. “Go to the dance with me.” You demanded.

He waited for a few seconds, watching your face. “Wait…that’s the whole speech?”  You nodded. “So you prepared for a whole fifteen minutes and you came up with that?”

You frowned. “You are being mean, asshole, if you don’t want to go with me just say so.”

Xavier sat up, carefully placing your cardboard behind him. “Baby, of course I will go with you, I mean if I didn’t want to then I wouldn’t had asked you last week.”

“You did?” You asked him confused. “When?”

It was his turn to stared at you. “Yes? Dude, I asked you when you decided to visit me into my archery practice? You even made fun of me because I didn’t have a cardboard to asked you out.”

Oh yeah, that happened.

You waited for him outside of your room, Enid and Wednesday already left minutes ago. You huffed as you saw the clock on the wall. Five minutes late, you were going to kill him.

“Wow.” A voice sounded behind you, you turned around and put your hands on your hips, your brow arching expectantly. “You look…”

“Amazing, I know.” You poke his chest with your finger. “You are late.”

Xavier laughed, “Baby, I’m only five minutes late, that isn’t late-late, it enters the category of fashionable late.” He offered his arm and you link yours with his. “Now c’mon, I bet that Kent has already spike the drinks or something.”

You hugged his arm and he kissed your hair. “Well shit, he doesn’t know what good alcohol is, no matter if I hit his face with it.”

Xavier shrugged. “Meh, don’t want you to get drunk though.”

“Why?” You asked him.

“Because you are a silent drunk, you totally ignore me and that breaks my feelings.” He cheekily smiled.

“Idiot.” You rolled your eyes.

“Love you more, baby.”

Xavier guide you towards the dance, everybody already dancing to the weird choice of music director Weems deemed good enough for this. You sighed but decided to just stick next to your boyfriend, who was more than happy to hold you closer to his body. That’s when you noticed his tie.

‘At least he made an attempt to do it himself.’ You thought as you separated yourself from him. Xavier frowned.

“Your tie sucks,” Your hands went to undo it quickly. He tried to stop you but you gently shushed him. “I’m doing it, I already learned how to.”

“Oh yeah?” He smiled, his eyes watching you with so much adoration. “When?”

“Since I asked you to the dance, youtube has lots and lots of videos on how to do it.”

Xavier watched you tie it, your fingers were a bit wobbly. Clearly you didn’t practice enough and at some point you became frustrated and decided to just make a bow.

“Done.” You simply said, hugging his waist once again.

“Thank you, my love.” He kissed your forehead and guide you to one of the tables, so you could take a few moments alone.

[dreambones]

No Content November

The goal of NCN is to show what would happen if everyone stopped creating free content.

Your dash would be empty. No art. No fics. No comics.

The idea is that for the whole month of November, creators of all kinds (artists, writers, etc) don’t post any sort of content, this to create a simulation of what happens to posts when you only like them instead of rebloging them, the art/fics/comics/ don’t get circulated, and eventually there’s nothing to see and enjoy.

Every content creator has experienced the unbalance between Likes and Reblogs.

Likes look nice, but Reblogs give exposure, which results in even more people finding your work.

Reblogs help creators grow, and be encouraged, which means even more content than before!

What can you do to help as a non creator (and creator)?

During November support your favorite content creators by Rebloging, Commenting or sending an Ask!

Even a short “Nice work! Love it” is great to cheer up and encourage the content creators whom work you enjoy.

(You are also encouraged to do this the whole year!)

The long term goal is to one day, make Reblogs as abundant as Likes, plus with this small but very meaningful support, we could all end up enjoying even more content than before! 

And if you are not a creator but the content you enjoy has ever made you happy, helped you in some way, even to just brighten your day a little bit, please, consider giving those creators your support! It will be very appreciated.

FAQ bellow the “Read More”

I don’t want to participate because [insert reason here]

That’s alright! Just like any other monthly trend in the internet, you are not forced or expected to participate. It is true that the more of us that do this, the more impactful it can be, but if you don’t want to do it the whole month, or just do a couple days, that’s fine.

You are just a big, popular blog trying to trick and damage smaller blogs

I get this assumption a lot, and I am not a big blog. I have been posting my content online for about 16 years and currently have 794 followers after having to move blogs in 2021 because I found out Tumblr was hiding my content in the search engine for being a side blog (and for reference, I had around 593 last year and 150 followers the previous one). This is not an effort to “jeopardize” smaller creators, nor a sneaky way to harm others, I am doing and have been doing this because year after year, the share vs like ratio has been worsening, and I plan on keep doing this as long as needed, even if I become a big blog, I won’t stop.

I want to help but I don’t want to stop posting, how else can I help?

Reblog! This is the perfect month to spam your followers by rebloging the work of other creators you follow, you can also leave comments and send asks! This is the moment to let know your favorite creators you appreciate their hard work and presence on the internet!

Artist and creators are not entitled to reblogs, you can’t ask that

You are right, we are not entitled, nor in the right to demand reblogs, comments or any sort of support. But in the same note, people that enjoy our content, are not entitle to demand more content, specific content, or faster content when it is being given to them for free. And sadly that happens way too often.

I want to participate but I depend on my Commissions / Patreon to buy food/survive

That’s alright, you can still participate! NCN aims towards Free content that we post, the one that we share with no sort of payment back, you can still do and share paid content you do.

I participated last years and nothing changed

Unfortunately, we can’t change the world in a single month. This is NCN fourth year, and granted, it’s not abysmally different now, but the worse that can happen is that nothing changes, and I rather keep trying than sit down and wonder if maybe it could have worked. On the other hand, I’ve received and found a lot of artists that enjoy this month because it gives them an excuse to rest and not focus on their blogs and just enjoy making, and that is enough reason for me to keep trying. 

As closing notes please remember I am just another human being behind the screen. You are 100% allowed to not like this idea, you can block me and the tag if you don’t want to see any of it. There’s no need for mean messages or attacks.

[jeonqkooks]

For the prompt request

11 and 14 for Tongue Tied couple please ❤️

beddy bye | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader (a tongue tied drabble)

prompts: things you said when you were drunk + things you said after you kissed me

rating: PG-13

genre/warnings: neighbors au, fluff, mentions of alcohol consumption

word count: 0.9k

note: i feel like we all need something lighthearted after today’s news. have you missed the tongue tied idiots? i know i have. thank you for sending this in, anon! (i hope you’re still here somewhere 😭) anyway i hope you don’t mind that i incorporated both prompts into this piece that takes place right after the first drabble! i hope you like it <3

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

series masterpost | main masterlist

It was 2:30 in the morning, and you were in the middle of your favorite Brooklyn 99 episode when your doorbell rang. You were creeped out at first, unsure of who could be at your apartment in the middle of the night because it was definitely not anyone you knew.

Blame Tangled for making you arm yourself with a frying pan as you approached the door, fearing that it was a burglar though if that was the case, they probably wouldn’t have rang the bell, and they definitely wouldn’t have babbled drunkenly and loudly on the other side of the threshold.

You should’ve pretended that you weren’t home, because now you’re stuck with a plastered Jungkook, making googly eyes at you while you bid goodnight to the man who brought him here—Namjoon as he introduced himself, or was it Namjin? You couldn’t really hear him well over the sound of your neighbor slurring his words.

Why is Jungkook sitting on your couch right now, one might ask, when his own place is literally two seconds away? Well, that's a good question.

Apparently the dumbass lost his keys at the club they were at, and his designated driver didn’t know about it until they got here. This was supposed to be your self-care night, and it was for the better part of it. But now the universe has dumped upon you a manchild to babysit.

“You’re so stupid,” you say as you give him a glass of water, which he refuses to take until you hold the glass to his lips to make him drink. You bring him a blanket and pillow to help him get comfortable on the couch too.

After he has gulped down the liquid, Jungkook frowns at you and tries to pull you closer by the hem of your shirt. “I wanted to kiss you,” he mutters grumpily.

“What?”

“I wanted to kiss you!” he repeats, louder this time that you have to shush and scold him. It's late and the walls aren’t exactly thick. The last thing you need is for these middle aged housewives to file a noise complaint.

Ah yes, the kiss.

The kiss in your building’s shabby elevator.

That was a week ago, and he was the one who challenged you. It was nice while it lasted; you liked the feeling of his pillowy lips on yours but that was all it was—one kiss. He said he couldn’t stop thinking about it, so you planted one on him to help him get over it. 

No big deal, right?

“I know, Jungkook. You told me that.” In his current state, it doesn’t take much for you to swat his hand away from your shirt so you can drape the blanket over his body. “We kissed, remember?”

“N–no,” he hiccups, shaking his head, “after that. I still wanted to kiss you a-after that.”

You’re not really sure how to respond, given that he’s completely hammered. Though they do say drunk words are sober thoughts, right? Either way, you ignore him, choosing to focus on tucking him in as best as you can with all his wiggling and flailing.

“Gimme a kiss,” he demands like a petulant child, red-rimmed eyes nearly glaring at you when you laugh at him. You roll your eyes but you relent, leaning in to peck his cheek sweetly but he complains again. “A real kiss! Here!” He puckers his lips and taps them with his fingers, eyebrows knitted together tightly.

You’ve seen him whine and pout before, whenever he loses video games that make zero sense to you. It’s an adorable sight to be honest.

That, and the way your couch is a little too small for his long legs.

“Jungkook,” you sigh, stroking his hair in hopes that it’ll calm him down. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, bud.”

“Yes I d–do!”

“You won’t want to in the morning.”

“I will!”

It’s your first encounter with one Drunk Jeon Jungkook, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that this persona of his is stubborn and needy as hell. He’s still frowning despite the way his eyes keep drooping. Maybe if you wait it out just a little longer, he’ll tire himself out and let you go back to bed.

The grip that he still has on your shirt begs to differ though.

“Fine,” you surrender, “if you still want to in the morning, I will.”

His frown deepens as he narrows his eyes at you. “Promise?”

“I promise,” you nod, smiling. When you raise your pinky in a further attempt to appease him, he releases your shirt and clumsily hooks his finger around yours. Jungkook giggles, seemingly fascinated by the way your fingers wrap around each other.

“Okay, bud.” When you pull your hand away, you watch him pout at the loss of contact before his attention averts elsewhere. He yawns and wiggles his own socked feet sticking out from underneath the blanket and dangling over the couch’s armrest. “It's time to go to sleep.”

“Beddy bye?”

“Yeah,” you laugh lightly, “beddy byes for the both of us.”

A part of you wants him to remember this in the morning. It’d be fun to see Jungkook redden in embarrassment as he recalls this conversation, knowing full well that his sober self is too stubborn to freely admit anything like this to you. Teasing him is fun, and watching him squirm under your mischievous scrutiny is even more amusing.

But then, perhaps another part of you wants him to remember to see if he’d actually ask you to keep your promise. That first kiss was nice, and you most certainly wouldn’t mind if you had the chance to do it again.

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[masterofmunson]

family line - part one

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: You return to Hawkins at the behest of your father to play in the benefit concert to raise funds for the town after the earthquake. The only problem is that you haven’t returned home since your ex best friend, Eddie Munson broke your heart two years prior. Based off the song Family Line by Conan Gray

Warnings: language, there’s only one bed, fake dating, reader’s dad is a douchebag, angst angst angst galore

Word Count: 5.4k+

Author’s Note: I’m back from the dead! I’m hoping you can forgive me for such a long absence. I’m in my last year of undergrad and it is kicking my ass. Just a quick note before you read, the earthquake in the show happens but the Upside Down doesn’t exist here. Let me know what you think and enjoy! Reblogs, comments, and asks are encouraged and appreciated!

Your father all but demanded for you to return to Hawkins for the benefit concert to raise money to rebuild the town after the earthquake tore through the town. It would look bad if the mayor’s eldest daughter wasn’t in attendance and he was all about maintaining his image.

You hadn’t been back to town since you graduated two years ago. College was the perfect excuse not to come home even if you were only a state away. It didn’t matter that your sister was a junior and your half siblings were old enough to go to school now. You didn’t want to be around your father even if you missed your siblings and your mom.

He wanted the town to know that he was an active father by having all of his children present, even if he practically abandoned you and your sister when he remarried and started over with his new wife.

It also didn’t help that the one person you loved most in the world besides your family, sins your father, wanted nothing to do with you after your massive falling out just days before you graduated. Eddie was your closest confidant and best friend and your friendship crumbled into nothingness when he picked a fight with you after he told you he wouldn’t be graduating with you.

You baked Eddie brownies in a weak attempt to make him feel better about not graduating. What else were you supposed to do? It’s not like you were going to Hawkins Community College and staying in town. You would leave in two days for University of Michigan for the summer program before the fall semester started in a few months. This would be the last time you would see him at home.

You knock on the trailer door before letting yourself in. Music blares from behind Eddie’s bedroom door and you swallow hard before crossing the threshold and gently knock on the door and peer your head inside. The sound of Rage Against the Machine blasts through the stereo and Eddie laid on his bed with his guitar in his lap and a blunt between his fingers and a beer can in the other.

Stepping over a pile of dirty clothes, you reach the stereo and turn down the volume. Eddie doesn’t spare you a glance and inhales deeply as he stares at the ceiling. You sit beside him and rest the container of brownies in your lap as you stared at him.

“Hey,” you murmur quietly with a gentle smile, “I brought you my famous brownies, want one?”

“No,” Eddie’s tone was short as he took a swig of his beer. “You should go.”

You frown at him as he sat up and turned his back to you. You reach for his shoulder and place a hand on him. “Eddie, I know you’re upset that you don’t get to graduate, but taking it out on me isn’t fair.”

Eddie shrugs your hand off him and turns to glare at you. He stands on his feet and you do the same. “Yeah, because you coming here with your stupid fucking brownies to try and make me feel better about not graduating when you are is just great.”

“I’m just trying to help!” you shouted. “What else am I supposed to do?”

“Leave me the fuck alone!” Eddie yelled back. “Go home to your perfect family and cookie cutter life. Enjoy leaving this bum-ass town. You finally get to leave your daddy just like you’ve always wanted.”

Your breath hitches in your throat and tears pool at the corners of your eyes. Eddie has never looked at you with such anger and animosity before. He was always kind and gentle and sweet. He was there for you when your mom left your dad in the 6th grade and he was there every time your dad made you cry.

Now Eddie’s throwing it back in your face. You both had terrible fathers, but because yours was still technically in the picture, he must think having a shitty father was better than having no father at all.

You wipe your nose with the back of your hand and a stray tear falls down your cheek. You angrily wipe it away and swing your bag over your shoulder. “Fuck you, Eddie,” you spat, storming out of the trailer to your car and cried the entire drive home.  

You hadn’t spoken to Eddie since. He didn’t come to watch you graduate and he didn’t come to say goodbye when you left for Michigan the following week.

Two years had gone by and the Eddie sized ache in your chest never went away. He was your best friend and he ruined your friendship. He threw away nearly ten years of friendship and it felt like your heart was ripped out of your chest.

When you called your sister, Daisy, a week before when the earthquake had gone through the town, she told you that the administration made the decision to graduate all the seniors due to the natural disaster. That meant Eddie finally graduated high school. You didn’t know what to say. What do you say about your ex best friend graduating high school? You hadn’t spoken to each other since that night in his trailer.

Your father called the next day demanding your return to town just for the concert. You and your sister would act like loving and respectful daughters and perform a few songs on behalf of the family. You would start the concert since your father was the mayor and anyone else that signed up to perform would go after you.

You didn’t want to perform at the benefit. You don’t like singing anymore. It was something you did when your parents were together and then when they divorced, it was something you shared with Eddie. Now it just brought back memories you rather forget.

The four hours it took you to drive home was agonizing. You had to psych yourself up and take deep breaths the entire drive. You knew you would run into Eddie at some point during your time at home. When you were on the phone with Daisy, she told you that Corroded Coffin was given the go ahead to play at the benefit as well.

Letting out a careful breath as you drove into town, you can’t help but stare at the passing cars leaving town. The trees that lined the roads were torn from the roots and telephone poles were leaning in all kinds of directions as you drove by. As you drove past the high school towards your mom’s house, people were running in and out of the building with food, water, and blankets.

You’re certainly glad your mom’s house withstood the earthquake. Pulling into the driveway of your house, you reach behind you for your duffle bag and walk up the porch steps. Opening the front door, you toe off your shoes and hear soft conversation in the kitchen.

“Mom? Daisy? I’m home!” you shouted, dropping your duffle bag on the stairs.

“In here, honey!” your mom replied from the kitchen. “You’re here just in time for lunch!”

You smile softly and hurry down the hallway into the kitchen. You grin when you notice your sister sitting at the kitchen isle. Daisy jumped off the stool and leapt into your arms. You laugh and stumble into the kitchen table. You squeeze her tightly and she does the same before you pull away to get a good look at her. She had cut and dyed her hair since the last time you saw her.

“I love what you did with your hair,” you complimented her, twirling a strand of hair between your fingers.

“Thanks!” Daisy replied. “Julie’s mom did it!”

“Whatever you’re making for lunch smells delicious—”

You tense at the voice you haven’t heard from in two years come from behind you. Your heart catches in your throat and your jaw ticks. Daisy’s eyes widen and she laughs nervously as her eyes flicker from you to Eddie, and back to you. Your mom stares at you from her spot next to the stove.

“It’s just about ready, Eddie. Go ahead and take a seat,” your mother replies with a gentle smile.

You feel Eddie move behind you and you look at him for the first time in two years. His hair is much longer than when you saw him last. He gained a few more inches and muscle on his body. His big, doe eyes stare at you and you swallow hard.

“What are you doing here?” you demanded with a frown as you crossed your arms over your chest.

Your mom admonishes you with your first and middle name with a stern glare. “Eddie and Wayne lost their trailer in the earthquake,” your mother tells you, “so they’re staying here for a while.”

“Seriously?” you can’t help but groan.

“Yes. Now quit it with that attitude, at least you have a house.”

You let out a petulant huff and take the seat furthest from Eddie. Daisy tries her best to ease the tension in the room by asking you about college and the classes you’re taking. You eat your lunch silently as Daisy, Eddie, and your mom made small talk. It was like you weren’t even there.

When you finish, you clear your plate and set it in the dishwasher. “I’m going out,” you said, stomping towards the front door. You hurriedly put your shoes on and open the door to get to your car.

Eddie shouts your name behind you and hurries after you. You let out a loud groan and pinch the bridge of your nose as he approached. You turn to face him. “What, Eddie?” you sighed.

“Can we talk, please?” Eddie asked quietly, ringing his fingers together.

“I have nothing to say to you.”

“Can you hear me out then?”

You sigh again and your shoulders droop in response. You motion for him to get in the passenger side of the car and you climb into the driver’s side. The drive to the quarry is silent between the two of you. The sound of The Smiths play through the stereo and you keep your eyes on the road, ignoring the way Eddie’s staring at you out of the corner of your eye.

The grip you have on the steering wheel as you drive is deadly. Your spine is tight and your jaw is tense. Turning off the main road on to a gravel path, you park the car just before the trees give way to the quarry. You climb out wordlessly and walk to the trunk to grab the blanket you kept in the back.

Eddie stands awkwardly in front of your car as he waits for you. Rounding your car, you walk near the edge and splay the blanket across the gravel before sitting down. Eddie takes the seat beside you on the blanket and doesn’t say anything for a while.

You stare out into the gaping hole of the quarry. The sound of the water below hitting the edge reaches your ears and the wind whistles against the trees. The strong scent of the pollen from the trees and plants behind you reaches your nose and you bring your knees to your chest as you wait for Eddie to say something.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie apologized quietly, the feeling of his eyes on the side of your face burns your skin. You turn to face him and your eyes meet. You don’t say anything, you wait for Eddie to say more. He swallows hard and plays with the rings on his fingers. “I shouldn’t have blown up at you that night. You were just trying to make me feel better and I was just embarrassed. I felt like a loser because I wasn’t graduating and I took it out on you. I’ve spent the last two years regretting that night ever since.”

Eddie’s voice catches in his throat and he scratches the back of his head. You swallow hard and tear your eyes away from his big, doe eyes. You rest your chin on your palm and let out a soft sigh. “You really hurt me, Eddie,” you muttered quietly.

“I know. I should’ve never said the things I did.”

Silence falls over the two of you again. You feel like the two of you are at a standstill. What else are you supposed to say? You wouldn’t be able to go back to how the two of you were before your fight. Too much time has passed and you’re in two very different places in your lives.

“What now, Eddie?” you can’t help but sigh.

“I’m willing to do whatever it takes to earn your trust and friendship again. I know I have to work for it,” Eddie offers. You feel the warmth of his brown eyes on the side of your face and you turn to meet his gaze. His eyes are wide and pleading as he stares at you. Now the ball is in your court.

“Okay,” you murmur quietly with a soft smile. Eddie’s face lights up in surprise and he smiles too.

The drive back to your house is filled with a warm silence between the two of you as you listened to the radio. Parking in the driveway, you climb out of the car and Eddie trails after you into the house and up the steps to your bedroom.

“Your mom’s been letting me sleep in here. I hope you don’t mind,” Eddie said from behind you.

Your bed is unmade and the sheets and comforter are kicked to the edge of the bed frame. Eddie’s guitar sits on the reading nook near your window and his clothes spill out of his duffle bag across the floor. You suppose you’re not surprised Eddie made himself at home in your room.

“It’s whatever. It’s not like we haven’t slept in the same before,” you replied, tossing your own duffle bag on to the bed and setting your guitar case on the floor.

Eddie’s cheeks flush a warm pink and you flop on your bed and stare at the ceiling, the rest of the day catching up to you. Eddie hesitantly joins you in the bed and rests his back against the frame, strumming his guitar absentmindedly.

After a while, there’s a soft knock at the door and Daisy peeks her head inside. “Dad just called,” she informs you, “he wants us at the high school ASAP.”

You groan loudly and sit up in bed. “Of course, he does,” you grumbled under your breath, reaching for your bag on your nightstand. “Did he say what for?”

“He wants to watch the rehearsal of the benefit. My guess is that he thinks something unsavory may happen if he doesn’t watch everything like a hawk.”

“We haven’t even decided what songs to play.”

“I’m sure we can figure it out. It’s just like riding a bike,” Daisy grinned before turning her gaze over to Eddie as he set his precious guitar in its case. “Do you mind driving, Eddie?”

“No, not at all. Your drums are still in my trunk,” Eddie replied with a soft smile.

On the drive over to the high school, you and Daisy discuss the potential songs you could perform for your set list. “What about the song you wrote about mom and dad’s divorce?” Daisy asked with a smirk as you turned to look at her. “He’s all about pretending to be the perfect family man when we know that’s far from the truth. I think this town forgets that he had a family before he decided to run for mayor.”

“As much as I enjoy the thought of embarrassing dad in front of the whole town, it won’t happen. That’s the whole reason why he’s overseeing the rehearsal, Daisy. He doesn’t want songs performed that would reflect badly upon him or the town,” you sighed as Eddie pulled into a parking spot.

Daisy shrugs like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Then I guess we’ll have to pick a fake song to rehearse and then perform that song at the actual performance.”

“Yeah, sure. That should work.”

Eddie opens the back of the van and Daisy grabs as much as she can of her drum set before walking towards the entrance that led to the school’s theater. Eddie murmurs your name gently and you turn to look at him. His big, doe eyes stare into yours and he smiles softly at you.

“I know that seeing your dad may be hard, but I just want you to know that I’m here for you if you need it, okay?” he said, reaching for both of your guitar cases in the back.

You smile softly at him and reach across for your instrument. “Thanks, Ed.”

Walking through the double doors of the school and into the theater was a weird feeling. You never expected to be back at Hawkins High. Climbing up the side steps to the stage, you notice your father directing traffic in the center of the theater. Students and residents of the town alike move across the stage with their instruments at the direction of your father and the musical theater director beside him.

You swallow hard and square your shoulders as you slowly approach him. You feel Eddie’s watchful eyes on the back of your head. Your father turns his head and attempts a smile when your eyes meet as you watch his gaze wonder to the boy behind you.

“Sweetheart, I’m so glad you could make it, I’m glad you’re here!” your father greeted with fake affection as he forced you into a hug.

“You didn’t give me much of a choice,” you grumbled into his chest.

“And you brought Eddie with you, it’s good to see things haven’t changed.”

Of course, your father wasn’t aware of the massive falling out the two of you had when you graduated high school. He’s was always wrapped up in his new family or mayoral obligations to take note that whenever you came home, you never spent time with Eddie. Now, you supposed, that it may change.

A tight smile covers your cheeks as your father blubbers on about the benefit and how your stepmother and other siblings are excited to see you for dinner.

“Dinner?” you asked with tight shoulders.

“Yes, honey, dinner. You spent lunch with your mom and I expect you to join me for dinner.”

That’s the last thing you want. It would give your father and his wife the opportunity to grill you behind closed doors. You imagine Daisy will find a way to get out of it since she sees the family so often. You need to think of an excuse, and fast.

“I can’t tonight. Eddie and I made plans and it’s been awhile since we’ve seen each other.”

“I don’t care, young lady. You’re coming to dinner to spend quality time with your family,” his tone is short and firm and it makes you feel like a little kid all over again.

“I want to spend time with my boyfriend, Dad. I can come over for dinner another time,” you retorted with hot cheeks. You seriously hope Eddie doesn’t mind the lie that just spilled out of your mouth.

“Boyfriend?” your dad asked with wide eyes as his looked between you and Eddie. “I didn’t know you two were dating. You should’ve told me. I’ll tell Tammy to set another place setting out so that Eddie can join us.”

Damn, you curse in your head. That wasn’t the reaction you were hoping for. You bite the inside of your cheek and excuse yourself so that you could put enough space between you and your father without him breathing down your neck.

Pushing through the velvet curtains of the stage, you weave around people and instruments as you hurry into one of the student dressing rooms on the other side of the theater. Eddie’s hot on your heels and you ignore every yell of your name coming from behind you.

Eddie slips into the room after you and slams the door shut. You grab at your scalp and pace in circles.

“What was that?” Eddie couldn’t help but ask. “Why did you tell your dad I was your boyfriend?”

You sputter out your lame excuse. “I thought that if I told him we were dating he would back off about dinner, but clearly that didn’t work,” you sighed loudly, pinching your nose. “Can you please come to dinner with me? I won’t be able to survive the evening alone.”

“If I don’t show up, I’ll look like an asshole boyfriend and you and I both know I’m trying not to be an asshole.”

You grin and you can’t help but leap into Eddie’s arms. You squeeze him tightly and he stumbles back as he holds your waist in an attempt to steady himself. You lean back to get a good look at him. Eddie smiles softly at you and you can’t help but return the gesture.

“Thank you, Eddie. I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome,” he murmurs quietly.

When the dress rehearsal is over, you and Eddie return to your mom’s house to clean up before heading over to your dad’s house for dinner. While Eddie showered, you dressed in a modest cream-colored sweater and a pleated skirt. You fix your hair and make up when Eddie steps out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Droplets of water cover his chest and his curls are wet in perfect ringlets.

You turn away to give him some privacy and fumble for your bag. Your face flushes and you’re quick to get to your feet. “I’ll wait for you downstairs,” you stuttered out, hurrying out of your bedroom.

Eddie walks into the kitchen 20 minutes later and you turn to look at him. He’s dressed in a plain black shirt and dark washed jeans without rips in them. His rings adorn his fingers and his hair sits neatly on his shoulders. Eddie smiles bashfully at you and return the soft smile.

Jumping off of the counter stool you were sitting in, you head to the door with Eddie right behind you. Eddie opens the passenger side door for you and you thank him quietly. He climbs into the driver’s side of his van and you let out a shaky sigh as Eddie drove towards your dad’s house. Your fingers tap at your thighs nervously and you feel Eddie glance at you from the corner of your eye.

Eddie reaches across the center console and laces his fingers with yours. Your heart jumps into your throat and he squeezes your hand reassuringly. The sound of Judas Priest plays through the stereo in the van.

“I’ll be with you the whole time, I promise. You have nothing to worry about,” Eddie murmurs softly as he parked in the driveway of your father’s house.

You swallow hard and nod silently before unbuckling your seat belt and stepping out of the car. Eddie rounds the front of the van and reaches for your hand again. Walking up the porch steps to the house, Eddie presses the doorbell and you hold your breath as you wait for the door to open. You didn’t expect Lucy to open the door.

“Sissy!” Lucy exclaimed, barreling into your legs.

You laugh softly and let go of Eddie’s hand in favor of picking Lucy up. Her tiny hands wrap around your neck and you squeeze her into your chest. “Hi, Lulu. How’s my big girl?” you asked her, kissing her cheek.

“I missed you!”

“Lucy, you know not to answer the door—” Tammy began to reprimand your sister as she appeared from the kitchen. “Oh! Hello, honey. Your father didn’t tell me what time you would be coming over. It’s good to see you.”

You send a tight-lipped smile to your step-mother as you set Lucy back on the ground. You watch her run down the hall. You set your purse on the couch in the front room and Tammy gives you a weak hug before her eyes flicker over to Eddie.

“When your father told me that Eddie was your boyfriend, I couldn’t say I wasn’t surprised! Dinner’s just about ready, go ahead and take a seat.”

You laugh softly and Eddie shakes her hand before Tammy guides you into the dining room and your other sibling, William, sits in a chair playing with his toy cars. You ruffle his hair and kiss the crown of his head before taking your seat that Eddie pulled out for you. You thank him quietly before he takes the seat beside you.

Tammy yells for Lucy and your father that dinner’s ready and they appear from the living room a few moments later. Lucy sits comfortably against your father’s side and he tickles her tummy, causing her to erupt into a fit of giggles before he sets her down in her sit beside him. It forces you to look away. He was never like that with you growing up. It was just your mom that showed you love and affection, and now that he had a new family, he was the dad you wish you had when you were Lucy’s age.

Eddie reaches for your hand beneath the table and you squeeze it hard as you struggle to fight back your tears. Your father greets you with a fake hug and a firm handshake to Eddie before returning to his seat. You watch them prep the kids dinners before they pass the plates of food towards you.

You eat quietly for a few moments before your father breaks the silence. “Does your mother know that the two of you are dating now?”

You swallow your bite of food and shake your head. “No… not yet. It just kind of… happened,” you answered, taking a sip of your water.

“Hmm. I think it’s sweet the two of you are dating now,” Tammy comments. “You want the person you’re with to be your best friend.”

You hum in response and take another bite of food. That was rich coming from her, especially since she had an affair with your father when your parents were still together. She worked as his secretary.

“What are you studying in school, again?”

“Social work,” you replied, staring at your plate.

“I still think you should switch to accounting or business,” your father commented, sipping on his wine, “you’ll make more money that way.”

Your jaw ticks and you swallow hard. Eddie squeezes your thigh and you grit your teeth as you turn to look at your father. “I told you before, I don’t care to make a lot of money. I want to help kids that are going through what I went through at their age.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” your father snapped with a glare in your direction.

You wipe your mouth with a napkin and return the glare. “You and I both know what I mean.”

“You had a great childhood, young lady. You are being ungrateful. I don’t appreciate you disrespecting me in my home.”

“Yeah, because listening to you yell at mom and blaming her for why you cheated on her when you’re 11 years old is a great indicator of a good childhood.”

“Why you little—” Tammy began, but your father cut her off.

“Get out of my house,” your father interrupted, snapping at you with a harden gaze.

You slam your hands on the table and stand up from your spot at the table. Eddie’s quick to get to his feet and follow you out the door. Your breath hitches in your throat as you struggle to keep your angry tears at bay. You wouldn’t cry over your father. He wasn’t worth it.

Eddie reaches for your hand and you take a step away from him and wrap your arms around yourself. “Just… just drive us home, okay?” you murmured quietly, reaching for the passenger side door and climbing inside.

The drive home is silent and you stare out the window, looking at the trees. Eddie parks in the driveway and the two of you exit the car and walk into your home. You climb up the stairs to your bedroom and slip into the bathroom, taking a hot shower in an attempt to calm down from the disaster that was having dinner with your father.

When you’re done with the shower, you get dressed and ready for bed. Stepping out of the bathroom, your eyes meet Eddie’s as he throws a number of pillows on the floor into a makeshift bed. Brushing through your hair you tell him, “You don’t have to sleep on the floor, there’s plenty of room in my bed. Just be sure to stay on your side.”

“Are you sure?” Eddie asked as he took his turn getting ready for bed.

“Yeah,” you murmured quietly as you climbed into bed with your back facing him.

When Eddie’s done getting ready for the night, he turns off all the lights and slips into bed beside you. The emotions from dinner catch up to you as you face your bedroom window. Your shoulders shake as you struggle to hold back your tears. You cling to the blanket against your chest as the sound of your soft cries fill the bedroom.

You feel Eddie shift behind you and he slips his hands around your waist and pulls you into his chest. “You’re okay,” Eddie whispered into your hairline, “I’m here for you. You don’t need to keep your feelings bottled up.”

Your cries turn into sobs and you slip your fingers into Eddie’s hand and cling to him. He holds you close and lets you cry. “I hate him. He always makes me feel small and insecure. What did I do to deserve a father that doesn’t love me?”

Eddie carefully maneuvers you so that you’re facing him. His fingers brush against your cheeks as he wipes away your tears. “You did nothing wrong. It’s his fault that he doesn’t understand how incredible you are. He doesn’t deserve your tears,” Eddie uttered with such passion that it makes your head spin. “You’re amazing, smart, funny, and so beautiful. What he says about you doesn’t matter and isn’t true.”

You can’t help the bashful laugh that escapes your throat and Eddie grins when you smile. “Stop it before you make me blush.” Eddie laughs too and brushes his thumbs against the apple of your cheek. Your heart starts to race and you swallow hard. “Can I ask you something?”

“You can ask me anything.”

“Why didn’t you reach out to me after the fight? You… you said you regretted it but you never… you never tried getting in touch.”

Eddie sighs quietly. “I guess I was ashamed. I was already struggling with repeating senior year. I was so used to having you around all those years so I panicked when I found out I wasn’t graduating with you. It was the main reason I caused the fight in the first place. I didn’t want you to worry about me so I figured it would just be easier if I didn’t reach out. I didn’t want to hold you back.”

“Eddie,” you whispered his name brokenly, “you were my best friend. Me going away to school wasn’t going to change that. It’s always been the two of us, why would it have been any different?”

Eddie frowns and his deep brown eyes find yours. “You were going to college while I was stuck here repeating senior year. I thought you would get sick of me and realize that you deserved a friend that wasn’t such a fuck up or an embarrassment.”

You chastised Eddie quietly and reach for his hand. You slot your fingers through his and squeeze gently. “Don’t say that. You’re neither. I didn’t care that you had to repeat senior year and I still don’t. It would’ve only changed how things were if you let it, and if I had any say in it, it wouldn’t have.”

“I’m sorry,” Eddie apologized quietly, “I know I sound like a broken record at this point, but it’s the only thing I can think to say. I wish I did things differently.”

“I know you are. We can only move forward now. There’s no point in dwelling on it, okay?”

Eddie hums and nods in response. You turn your back to him and fall asleep to the sounds of Eddie’s deep breaths and his hand against your chest.

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Ahhh, the prompts for your event are so cute/dramatic ❤️🙌 May I ask for prompt 39. “You could do so much better” with Kid and she/her pronouns? Tysm and hope finals are going well~ ❤️😘🥰

note: thank YOU so much anon for this request, i l o v e writing for my emo boyfriend! italicized sections imply a flashback!

♡: female reader implied. 600+ words. sfw content.

an unfamiliar smell causes kid’s nose to twitch, grunting at the burning sensation. “what the hell is that smell?” he grunts, standing up from his seat.

as if on cue you walk into the room, fluffing your hair out one final time. “has anyone seen my bag?” you ask, pretending to not notice the gawking expression of your captain.

killer clears his throat, unsure if it was to get your attention or kid’s, “why are you so dressed up?” he questions, throwing your bag at you.

the dress that hugged your body complimented every curve you had; the boys didn’t know much about fashion, but they did know that you looked so good. especially kid, who might as well have been standing in a pool of his own drool.

“a man from this village offered to take me out for a drink tonight,” you smiled, rummaging through your purse to make sure you had everything on you.

kid’s jaw snapped closed from its previous gaped position, his brows knitting tightly together. he didn’t know what to say as he watched you wave goodbye to the rest of them and head out on your way.

sure, you had been broken up for at least a month now, but he didn’t think you would move on this fast.

“i’m just asking you to act like a boyfriend sometimes kid, that’s all!” you scream, his eyes rolling with every word you speak. “it’s like you don’t even love me,” you quietly huff, crossing your arms over your chest.

kid’s jaw tightens, gritting his teeth together before he stands up and pushes past you, “well then let’s just break up since you could do so much better than me.”

he grips onto the door frame, pausing before exiting.

he doesn’t know if he was waiting for you to object or maybe beg for him to not go, but only your stunned silence filled the room, and then he was gone.

kid is quiet the rest of the night, mugs of untouched sake remain on the table. he’d usually be so drunk he couldn’t even tell his own crewmates apart, unable to get out a coherent sentence, but he remained sober, waiting for you to return.

you stumble around, a single tear falling down your cheek as you light the cigarette between your lips. you see the victoria punk rocking calmly back and forth and almost feel a sense of relief until you remember that the man you loved didn’t want you anymore.

you attempt to reboard the ship as quietly as possible, but your clumsy footsteps practically give you away.

the kitchen light flicks on as you seek a glass of water, but you jump when the light reveals kid who’s sitting at the dining table. his head is in his hands; he knows it’s you.

“what’re you doing here?” you heave, heading towards the fridge and doing your best to keep your unbothered expression despite the copious amounts of alcohol in your system.

you wait for an answer and to be honest, he’s trying to come up with one himself. “well?” you demand, slamming your cup onto the table. he doesn’t flinch or get upset, but you didn’t expect him to. you almost wanted him to, so he’d say something, anything.

“i…i was waiting for you.” he admits, surprising even himself. “i need you y/n,” he continues, his fists clenched together at the embarrassment of his confession.

you’re staring at his head of red hair, his face still was planted towards the table. but your eyes soften as the tenseness your body felt dissipates into thin air.

“well it took you long enough,” you sigh in relief, your hand running through his brightly colored hair. “why’d you let me go out on a date then, huh?” you joke as he shoots an annoyed glace your way.

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Seeing Stars Pt 19 | Eddie Munson

The Valentine's Day chapter. No matter how much they both claim the holiday was made for greedy capitalists and means nothing, they both get caught up in the love theme and a roundabout confession happens after a drunken night of heavy flirting and Eddie serenading Star.

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TW: Mentions of blood/kissing with blood involved. Mentions of hungover throwing up. Drunk sex, consent is given fully. CW: sloppy, lovey sex, p in v, girl on top. Bloody making out, mentions of a blood kink (I think?) Lots of flirting and some Hellfire Club involvement. Star fucks around with blood magic and starts finding out.

Part 1 if you missed it!

Amidst the bustling cafeteria, the guys in the Hellfire club were hunched in what resembled a football huddle. Star watched curiously with a tilted head as she approached in a red and pink outfit she’d worn specifically for the day. She cleared her throat when they didn’t move for her to sit as she approached, Dustin in a demanding tone answered her unspoken question as to what was going on.

“How many did you get?” He asked with a low brow.

“How many what?”

“Don’t play dumb.” He patronized her and she laughed. She pulled out five lollipops, all in varying Valentine-themed shapes of lips, hearts, and teddy bear heads. The tags on them where To and From would be filled out were empty.

“Five? Jesus Christ.” Eddie forgot to hide his upset for a brief moment as he sat back and crossed his arms.

“I was surprised too.” She shrugged. “How many you’d get?” She expected the one that she’d sent him with no name to be his answer.

“Three!” He said as if he were angry about it.

“W-three?” Star slipped as well, her brow shooting down as she openly grabbed the suckers to look at the tags. His were also empty.

“All of us got one too!” Dustin’s voice cracked. Star had sent everyone in the club one and also Robin. She hadn’t wanted anyone to feel left out.

“Some of us got two,” Garrett smirked, one already in his mouth.

“Well, aren’t we popular?” Star grinned. She wasn’t too concerned about hers. She hoped Eddie had sent her one but she wasn’t going to admit that.

“Too popular.” Mike stared at the sucker in front of him.

“It’s suspicious.”

“Or you’re all polite boys and someone out there noticed.” Star tried to build their confidence subtly.

“Doubtful.” Dustin boldly stated with a raised brow.

“Who sent you five?” Eddie followed up.

“I don’t know,” Star said with a neutral tone.

“Guys that want a piece of her I’d imagine.” Gareth snorted a quiet laugh. A bold move to make in front of Eddie who shot his head and glared at him.

“Or friends.” She offered to de-escalate.

“Psh. What friends? You’ve got us.” Mike blurted out.

“You know there’s this thing called thinking before you speak, you should try it sometime,” Star said with tight lips. She wasn’t fully offended but she felt a bit stung by it.

“Robin and Steve,” Dustin said noting the hurt in Star's eyes.

“Well, Robins is a girl and Steve doesn’t go here anymore so it’s not them.” despite his delivery being so certain, he was wrong. Robin, having seen that Star sent one to her had sent one in return. It was a band fundraiser, after all, they handled all the suckers that were handed out.

“Girls can send them to each other,” Star said disappointed in the younger guy.

“Fine, whatever, but then who are the others? And who the hell is sending Eddie three?” He motioned his hand toward a brooding Eddie.

“You could shut your mouth anytime Wheeler.”

“Yeah dude, calm down,” Dustin mumbled his way. Dustin knew he and Mike were guilty of one of Eddie’s and one of Stars. They’d sent them to mess with them., thinking they might get jealous. It seems it was $2 wasted since they’d gotten others.

“Maybe it’s people just fucking with us. Trying to make us think we have secret admirers for us to get our hopes up or embarrass ourselves if we think it’s a crush and we get rejected.”

“That’s dark.” Jeff frowned.

“But it makes sense. We’re pretty much the most hated group in school right now.” Dustin shrugged.

“That’s what I assumed to be honest.” Eddie didn’t detect a lot in Star's tone and he felt a little bad. Maybe he should’ve put that one was from him.

“It’s not hard to believe 5 guys in this school want you.” Eddie projected his concern outwardly but dressed it with a caring demeanor.

���Enough to spend money on an anonymous lollipop?” She held one up to twirl it.

“Maybe they didn’t know how to get your attention?”

“Talking to me is usually the best bet.” She answered sarcastically. A chuckle at her expense moved through the group. “What?”

“You are not easy to talk to. You made a guy so upset he beat up a guy that isn’t even your boyfriend. You’re not easy to talk to.” Jeff laughed, unafraid to be honest.

“That’s….” Star wiggled her head back and forth. “I guess that is kinda true isn’t it?” She sighed. “As I see it. It means nothing. I have some suckers now, which is a plus. But that’s all they are. She took one to pop into her mouth. No name means it’s no one.” She elaborated and swung it around in Eddie's direction. He took it personally.

“Very heartfelt.” Eddie gave her a judgemental look. She looked his way intently, she’d said it partially to make him not so moody about it.

“I’m a hopeless romantic what can I say?” She sassed back.

“A nihilist approach, huh?”

“Calling me a nihilist is not only untrue but unfair,” Star said quieter, feeling herself be a little confrontational on the subject. Perhaps she was offended because she was being honest under the guise of indifference with the hopeless romantic comment. Eddie was too busy being jealous to consider it.

“Uh-Star?” Jeff asked sensing a weird tension. She turned and gave him her attention gladly as Eddie sulked. “Are you coming to the show tonight? There might actually be people there for once.”

“I have work. Good night for tips with the dates.”

“We go on late.” He offered with a shrug.

“I doubt it. Sorry. I’ll be ran ragged having to be saccharine-sweet to love birds all night. I probably wouldn’t be in the mood to be company worth a damn, to be honest.”

“You mean you don’t have any plans?” Dustin asked expectantly.

“For Valentine’s Day? No. Made up holiday for corporations to bank on.” She swung her lollipop dismissively, a roll of her eyes. “I planned on getting drunk as hell to be honest.”

“And watch murder mysteries.” Eddie chimed in.

“Oh, you’re gonna do this together?” Dustin smirked.

“Yeah? We split the liquor cost. We can get twice as much.” Eddie said defensively.

“So you’re getting drunk together for valentines day because you think the holiday is made up?”

“Yeah?” They both answered with identical shrugs that made the truth obvious to everyone but them.

“Uh-huh. Sure.”

“I don’t think I like your tone.” Eddie glared.

“We aren’t dating anyone so we won’t be alone this way. I figured it was better. Have some movies that are anti-love you know? A little tongue in cheek?”

“I’m sure there will be plenty of tongue.” Gareth snorted and the rest followed.

“Yeah, you guys think you’re real cute.” Star rolled her eyes.

“We aren't the only ones,” Gareth added with a twirl of each of the suckers in his hand.

-

Eddie could hear Star’s squeak before a thud against the side of his van interior.

“Sorry!” winced, looking into the rearview mirror for any sign of struggle.

“It’s fine.” her voice was muffled from the back of the van as she changed into her waitress uniform as he drove her to work after school. “Maybe I can make more tips by people feeling sorry for me if I go to work with a black eye.” she was only half joking.

“Yeah let’s not start up the rumors that we beat each other again, please.”

“Well it could be any of 5 people now.” she was joking, but it made the sunken feeling in Eddie’s stomach reappear as it had at lunch.

“Did you- uh - mean what you said at lunch?” he asked with no confidence behind it and Star noticed.

“About what?” she thought she knew but she wasn’t sure. She had felt the weird tension between them too. Eddie rolled his eyes and let out a quiet exhale.

“What you said about the suckers not meaning anything?”

“If I don’t know who they’re from then I can’t very well direct any feelings I did or didn’t have toward anyone.” she finished with a plop into the passenger seat. She had on her robin’s egg blue dated waitress uniform with tights, and her shoes in hand to put on.

“You should go into politics with answers like that.” he misdirected for only a short while as he felt the snarky statement was granted. She held bobby pins between her teeth and smiled at him as she brushed her hair back into a bun.

“Why?” she asked. He knew she didn’t mean politics.

“I mean… do you care that I got 3?” He watched her out of the corner of his eye while he drove. Her eyes gave away the thought she was putting into her response.

“I am very curious as to who two of them are.” she cautiously said.

“Two?”

“I sent you one of them,” she said casually, proud of herself for not letting her voice crack. Eddie’s eyes softened for a moment as it was her turn to watch him out of the corner of her eye while doing her hair and makeup.

“I sent you one too.” he saw the smile before she bashfully looked down before it slipped away.

“I was hoping you would.” Maybe that was a little giving, she considered. A little too honest.

“You were?” his hair swished as he turned his head to her with surprise.

“I mean, I did send you one.” she shrugged, putting her makeup into her bag as he pulled into the parking lot of the diner.

“Why’d you send me one if they don’t mean anything?” he tried to casually ask but a touch of bitterness came through.

“I felt like I should. Why’d you send me one?” her answer was quick.

“It didn’t feel right not to.” he let his hands rest on the wheel, his head still turned towards her despite her not looking back. “For some reason,” he muttered.

“Yeah.” she let the word hang in the air, and he saw her pick at her candy-colored nails.

“So… you sending me one did mean something?” he asked after the silence grew too heavy, her holding her bags like she might bolt out the door at any second without another word.

“It didn’t mean nothing.” she turned only enough to meet his eyes. He could see a fear in them that was giving him hope.

“So it meant…something?” the eye contact was enough to make the vague words as heavy as the van they sat in.

“Yeah.” she nodded and looked forward again. “Something.” she shook her head as if to dismiss the fact that she’d said anything. She jumped when he moved to take her hand, reaching across the console to get closer to her.

“Come to the show tonight,” he said with a softness that forced her to meet his eyes again.

“I did mean that. I don’t think I can. I’ll be a sweaty, achy mess after. And cranky from dealing with people in love all night.” she pouted but not comedically so.

“Really?” she could tell he was disappointed. She’d never liked disappointing him. She remembered feeling it the first day they met. Well, the first time she was sober anyway. She’d felt the foreign pang of guilt for his big deep puppy eyes.

“You want me to?”

“Of course. I want you at every one of them.” perhaps the answer was a bit too honest. It could’ve been downright vulnerable of him to admit it. But he felt emboldened by their conversation.

“Then I’ll try. I promise I will try my best. I won’t promise I’ll be there because I don’t want to break a promise to you. Is that okay?” she asked, leaning closer to him now, a bit of ease found between them again.

“That’s all a guy can ask.” he gave her a dimpled wide smile that he saw her visibly sigh at. To his surprise and delight, she leaned forward and kissed him.

“I'll see you tomorrow if I can’t make it right?” he saw worry that he’d be mad and wouldn’t keep to his plans. It made him nauseating hopeful again.

“I'll be there even if I'm dead.” he grinned and gave her a quick peck.

“Okay.” she nodded and pulled away, releasing her hand from his to gather up her things. “If I don’t see you, have fun. Be safe. Don’t get too drunk. Don’t do anything stupid.” she asked as she stood with her hand on his door.

“Only because you asked.” he gave her a bright laugh and she nodded, another coy smile as she looked away.

“Bye Eddie.” she cooed. It stayed with him like she’d caressed his cheek and called him her good boy in bed. He tingled with anticipation.

-

Star kept the promise she didn’t make. She might’ve had to strong-arm someone to do it, but she did. She changed in the tiny, dirty club bathroom out of her waitress uniform after running to the bar. Corroded Coffin was already playing, she could hear Eddie’s voice. She went into the back room, the guy guarding the door, knowing her by now, let her in as she tossed her heavy bag, into the pile of the boy's stuff.

She started from the side of the stage, having walked out the back to see them. But Eddie didn’t see her. With each song, she moved closer to the back of the small crowd until he finally noticed. They’d been playing a great set, she was proud of the changes. Each song having something to do with love in one way or another, whether it was pro or anti. Eddie lit up like the stage lights at the sight of her, moving into another song with a wink her way. She flipped him off and saw him laugh, looking down to focus on his fingerwork. They close with a song she didn’t know they had been practicing. There were plenty of first times she was hearing their songs tonight, seeing as love songs weren’t really their thing. But they closed with a song Star knew Eddie must’ve picked for her, even if that felt a bit pretentious to say. They didn’t play much 70’s music, and when they did it was usually because Star had introduced Eddie to some less than Top 40 rock she liked. So the appearance of Nazareth’s Love Hurts sent a wave of blissful content over her. She clapped and sang, screamed a little, giving them feedback that she saw Eddie chuckling about when he’d turn from the mic.

With the surge of tipsy people in the bar that night, some people stopped the guys to talk to them after they got off stage. Star was patient and waited, slowly making her way toward the end of the bar where the boys stood. There was one thing Star wasn’t so patient about. It was the hope her evil eye would deter the girl who was talking up Eddie. Eddie wasn’t one for always respecting personal space, but he could take a hint. This girl didn’t seem to extend the same courtesy. Gareth with wide eyes nodded towards Eddie when he saw Star closing in. She made a face with high brows that told him, oh yeah I see the bitch.

Star "excuse me"d me through the circle surrounding them, breaking through in front of Eddie.

“Baby, hey, there you are.” he took her by the hand and she was ashamed at the way the sweaty, glowing rockstar smiling and pulling her in for a moist and musky hug made her melt. He’d never used that pet name around anyone else and she felt a lump in her throat for a moment. Star knew what he was playing at. And her inner child, desperate to know what being in a good relationship might be like was thrilled to play.

“Hey babe,” she said sweetly, kissing him on the lips. “Sorry I was a little late.”

“You made it. That’s all that matters.” he let his nose flick against hers.

“Oh.” the girl said flatly. Star slid her arm around Eddie’s back and put her hand on his stomach. He proudly wore his arm around her shoulders, his fingers already playing in her hair. “This your girlfriend?”

“Yeah,” Star said before Eddie could even worry about how to answer. “I’m Star.” she extended her hand and the girl hesitantly took it.

“Darcy.”

“Cute name.” Star was using the sweet approach because girls like this never knew how to take it.

“Thanks.” another flat answer. “I was telling Eddie how well he did on the first few songs. But I guess you missed that, huh?” Star smirked. She was going to try to play this game huh?

“Yeah, she works.” Eddie came to her defense immediately. Star’s face turned to look up at him with appreciation.

“I only missed seeing the first song. I heard it while I was changing out of my uniform in the bathroom though.” she clarified.

“You got to hear the whole thing? You got off that early?” Eddie turned, the other girl not existing for the moment.

“Yeah. Of course. I had to come to see you didn’t I?” she gave him a wrinkled bunny nose of flirtation.

“You had to have left early. Was that okay?” Genuine concern made Star swoon and the other girl gag.

“Seeing as I’m such a shitty girlfriend, I only threatened the flaky coworker I cover for all the time that I’d never do it again unless to took over the last part of my shift and closed for me. Because I’m important at my job.” she made direct eye contact with the girl. “Because I wanted to come to support my boyfriend who wants me to be here.”

“Yeah. Guess he’s…lucky,” she murmured and mosied away.

“Ugh, Christ. Thank you.” he grabbed her face and kissed her as she laughed.

“She not your type?” Star quirked an eyebrow up at him.

“No,” he said quietly, his thumb rubbing on her cheek. “She’s not.”

“You gonna hire me to be your bodyguard now?” she giggled. “Keep all these pretty girls away?”

“I’d hire you to be my girlfriend,” he admitted, his eyes puppy-fied and long gone as he was riding high on the endorphins of a performance.

“Does it pay well?” she teased.

“The pay is shit.” he broke into a laugh, and she followed.

“Does it have any perks?”

“Not really. You have to put up with my annoying ass.”

“I do that already for free.” she grinned.

“You do, don’t you?” a hint of cockiness in his tone.

“Hey. Hello?” They were snapped out of their love bubble by Gareth. “Someone that knows the guy that owns that bar in Indy is here. Jeff’s talking to him, let’s go.” he smacked Eddie’s arm.

“Oh. Oh! Shit.” he stood up straight and then looked down at Star, giving her another less-than-chaste kiss. “I need to do this. I’ll be back. I’m taking you home right?”

“Yes, please.” she nodded. Another kiss and he bopped away. She was beaming for a few reasons, she sat on a bar stool and watched them talk to a guy that was dressed far too nice to be from Hawkins. Her glow dimmed, hit with a hard reality. What if Eddie did become successful? What if he went on tour and left her and she wouldn’t be around? She wouldn’t have him around all the time. They might lose touch. He might… find someone smarter, prettier, more classy, and well-off on the road. She felt the surprising burn of tears as her thoughts carried her away. She started digging through her purse as she was heading out the back door. A cigarette, freezing cold air and alone time might be what she needed to stop the spiral. This is what she feared about being in love. The loss, the grief that was possible, the inviting someone into your life so their decisions directly affect yours. This is what she wasn’t equipped to deal with.

-

They’d left each other with a kiss that night. The next time Eddie saw her he got to greet her with the same.

He sat the bags full of goodies he’d hoarded in town. He was quiet, taking off his shoes and coat and walking with a relaxed posture to Star’s sleeping form on her bed. She was under a single blanket, her cheek mushed to her pillow. He pushed the hair off her face as he squat down to her level. His fingertips were light, not wanting to disturb her yet. She looked like he imagined she might’ve before she went through so much when she was asleep. She held no tension in her face, and he was happy to steal away a moment with it. She finally twitched at the touch of his hand on her face as he’d been tracing its features. He rose to put his hands on the bed, bent at the waist over her as he kissed her awake. First on the lips, then the corners of her mouth. Her bright eyes appeared through the blur of fluttering lashes.

“Mmph.” She sounded content, smiling when she saw him hovering over her. She let herself stretch and grunt, he gave her an approving pat on the butt cheek as she let out a sigh. “I decided to take a nap.” She gave him a lazy closed mouth grin.

“I see that.” He couldn’t help but smile at her as she rose all warm and disshelved. His hand moved to smooth down her fluffed-up hair for her.

“Figured I could use it so I didn’t crash early like some geriatric.” She chuckled.

“You have crashed before 9 on me a few times.” A harmless tease.

“I’m a retired party animal. I have dinner at 4 and I’m in bed at 6.” She joked with animated hands.

“It’s past your dinner time then.”

“It’s already-? Hell.” She said rising with a big inhale. “Let’s get this going then. What was the damage?” She asked seeing the paper bags on the counter.

“I don’t know why these suckers buy things before holidays. Wait until after. That’s when everything’s dirt cheap.”

“You’re a wise man.” She smiled.

“I have my moments.” he said proudly, “Like today! I was able to get all kinds of shit. Like these!” He pulled out a bouquet and Star's arms sat heavily at her sides in surprise.

“You bought flowers?”

“I bought you flowers.” He clarified, still holding them out and giving them a shake. She took them and stuck her face in them to smell them. “I see you’ve gone and proven me useless by already buying your own.” He nodded toward a vase on the far end of the trailer sitting in the dying light beams of the day.

“I dreamed about flowers. And I miss spring and warmth, ya know. I miss the fields being so full I could go pick fresh ones whenever I wanted. So when I went to town I got some.”

“I must’ve known you wanted them.” He covered for the duplicity with a smirk. “Seeing as we’re so psychic and all.”

“Must have.” She didn’t tease him, the fact that they had been serendipitously connected hadn’t been far from her mind. “It’s very nice of you. Thank you.” She said before dipping down to pull out a vase from under the counter.

“It was wasn’t it?” He grinned.

“I got you something in town. Not as romantic of course but thoughtful just the same.” She popped the flowers in, bright yellow in a teal vase. She dug Eddie’s signature cigarette out of her purse and tossed them his way. “There was a coupon in one of Robbie's magazines and he doesn’t smoke those so I figured I’d get you some.” She turned and he was smiling at the crinkling package in his hands. “Cigarettes for Valentine's Day for guys and flowers for girls.” She chuckled.

“That’s not very feminist of you.” He poked fun.

“I suppose it’s not very feminist of me to like getting flowers, is it? Is that too… traditional?”

“Since I gave you the flowers you can like them. No points taken away from your feminist card for that.” He shook his head and pouted his lips to sell his point.

“You’re the exception, huh?” She didn’t look up at him, fingers in the flowers he got her as he studied her. He had been trying to be the exception for months now.

“I like to think so.” He reached into another bag. “Because if I got this little guy for you and if you couldn’t like it I’d be pretty upset.” Eddie pulled a stuffed Garfield in a red shirt. “Love Struck” read across its rotund chest. A red felt arrow through its head.

“Aw!” she said with no irony behind it, snatching the plush out of his hand where he’d been wiggling it. “It’s me!” she laughed. She had equated herself to the lazy snarky cat on multiple occasions. She considered Eddie to be her Odie. “He’s got an arrow through his head!” she cooed with a twisted face that was torn between horror and amusement. “That’s kinda fucked up!” she said as if she were baby-talking the toy. “It’s perfect.” she beamed at Eddie and hugged the stuffie to her chest. “It’s like Halloween and Valentine’s Day had a baby.” she laughed.

“That’s a holiday I could probably get behind.” Eddie mused.

“This little nugget is going right here.” she took the fat cat and sat it on the corner of her bed. “I feel bad I didn’t get you anything. You’re giving me like… gifts for Valentine’s Day I don’t know how to feel about it.” her delivery was casual but she said more than she meant to.

“This stuff was super on sale. And I knew you’d like it. It’s not Valentine’s Day today, so it could be any day I could give you these if that makes it any less… weird.”

“It’s not weird.” she quickly added with a shake of her head. She didn’t want him to think she felt negative about it. “It’s nice. It’s just that all I got us was booze and candy.” she pointed up to a full Halloween bowl full of candy on the kitchenette.

“I did happen to get that too.” he threw down a big plastic bag onto the countertop with a variety of chocolate-based mini-candy bars. “I know chocolate is your favorite.”

“And I know sour is yours.” she grinned and held up a handful of gummies from the bowl. They’d both bought what the other liked. Their cheeks warmed, and because both felt the blush rise neither teased the other about it. It was nice to be considered in such a way. “We’re going to get sick eating all this sugar and drinking.” she broke the silence they’d cozily sat in, avoiding each other's gaze as they blushed.

“Keep that bowl out then. It can be the puke bowl when one of us already has the bathroom taken.” he laughed.

“You’re smart.” she nodded, bringing it to the edge of the counter closest to the bed. “I think we get some food situated then we pick a movie and start making bad decisions.”

“You’re the smart one.” he beamed proudly. They were both aching for an excuse to make bad decisions. They can blame their sober thoughts on drunk action and deal with the aftermath tomorrow.

They didn’t mess around with their level of alcohol intake. Star had her wine, stealing gulps of Eddie’s whiskey he’d splurged on. They had cuddled and kissed, flirting heavily as always but without the cringe of guilt for it. Eddie dug through Star’s boxes of mix tapes, finding one with hearts on it and mercilessly teasing her for its existence. He put it on, her typical mix of 60s and 70s songs. It played in the background as they took a break to smoke, Star lying comfortably back on Eddie’s chest between his legs. The strange mix of hyper-aware and drunken numbness led their hands to be rather forward on each other's bodies. Eddie’s head leaning down, hovering to talk softly, or what in his drunken state he thought was softly into Star’s ear. His hand was light on her neck, a light back and forth of tickling cold metal as he pet away at her. Star's hand, not occupied by the darling sunflower bowl that still hadn’t broken somehow, was high on Eddie’s thigh, fingertips slipping into the rips in his jeans to feel his fuzzy leg. As Eddie lived to do, he cracked a joke to make her laugh. He hadn’t counted for the exaggerated movements the alcohol would cause, the ease in the ability to truly tickle her into a fit of breathless giggles. Star convulsed and threw her head back with enthusiasm, the laugh booming out of her throat. Eddie, always hungry to be as close to her as possible, was in the way of that head movement. Star headbutts him, and not gently, right in the face.

She grabbed the back of her head, a slight pain as she thought she must’ve bumped into his pointed chin. But when she turned to look, Eddie was sitting with his eyes screwed shut. For a moment they stared, waiting, trying to catch up in their drunken delay. Then the blood started flowing. He winced his lip as he felt the tickle of blood run down, swearing and putting his hands up to try to stop it. When he spoke in swears, Star saw the blood in his mouth, having busted his lip in the process. She acted with very little thought, seeing her black tank top as a perfect, unstainable means to help. She lept to straddle him, and raise her shirt out under his chin to catch the droplets as they fell. So she was now half flashing Eddie, who wasn’t feeling as bad as he should have.

“You’re gonna ruin your shirt.”

“It’s black. It won't show blood. It’s fine.” She insisted, now inches away from the rivulets that ran onto his lips, some into his mouth and the other dripping down his chin. She had been apologizing already, and he’d shushed her into stopping. So without the natural string of expletives or sorry’s from her lips, she stared at his instead. He noticed. Once the throb was gone, and he felt he could wiggle his nose just fine, all serious concern left him. He was then left with recognizing Star’s tits were out, just out of sight and her hips were resting directly on top of his. Star had a harder time being subtle or pulling herself out of an intrusive thought as of late. Add in the daunting amount of alcohol in her system and was without the ability completely. She stared, eyes flitting across the red on his face and hands as he held them up, not wanting to stain anything.

“You never seen a busted lip before?” he asks, the sounds escaping the full lips she’d been enamored by breaking her focus.

“Yeah,” she muttered dismissively.

“You’re staring.” then a smile that she was weak for appeared. A bit crooked on the left side, his lip raising higher in a blatant attack on her sensibilities with charm. When he knew he had her distracted he was dangerous. She’d been biting and licking her lips, a dead giveaway that she was liking what she was seeing.

“Yeah?” she tried to be bratty but failed. A single word of retort is all she could manage. The way the blood moved through the spaces in his teeth, pooled before dripping down had her mesmerized.

“You like what you see or something, sweetheart?” he put his bloodied hands to her bare waist and felt her take a sharp inhale of breath. She looked as if she might not know the answer for a moment. A darlingly soft confused look on her face made his smile grow wider and thus her resolve shrink to nothing.

“I do.” she finally said with no confidence behind it.

“Is it the blood?” he asked, less tease and more curious now.

“I’ve never…” she pouted in thought, her brow creasing. “I think it’s you and the blood. Together. I’ve never been turned on by blood before.”

“You’re turned on?” his lips shifted into a devilish smirk. She nodded without looking away from his lips. The spring running from his nose had stopped. Only a crack from the dry air and former injuries. Faces always bled so dramatically anyway. “You’re a little freak aren’t you?” his voice swung deep as his hands slid up to rest under the weight of her breasts. He nestled them in the heat of her body. She turned red quickly at the statement and the touch, lowering her shirt. She didn’t pull it all the way down, under cleavage now on display that had Eddie groaning at the sight. He bounced her chest with his hands for a moment of indulgence.

“I guess I am. I didn’t know I was into this,” she admitted, her hands now free, rising to touch the growing sticky liquid on his face.

“What are you gonna do about it, baby?” he asked with a deep coo that made her shiver. She traced his lips with her fingertips, he obliged her with a kiss to them.

“I want to…” she audibly gulped. “Kiss you.” she paused, her eyes half-lidded and dreamy. “I want to… taste it,” she whispered. It felt like a confession, her cheeks still rouge with embarrassment.

“I’m more than into this if you are. Honest. I want to get so weird with you, Star you have no idea.” he felt a confession on his behalf was warranted.

“It’s a bad idea.” she blinked and looked down, watching his red-smeared hands on her chest.

“Why’s that?” his brow softened, moving his hand up to her face as he saw she was captivated by it. He moved her chin back up to look at him.

“It's blood.” she whispered, her eyes large like he was supposed to understand.

“And?” he raised his brows, showing she needed to elaborate.

“Blood is serious stuff,” she spoke in a hushed voice as if it were taboo. He hadn’t considered anything between them to be taboo. “You’ve heard of blood magic, right?” she looked up into his eyes and she saw the slight nod of acknowledgment.

“I have.” he looked over her soft and worried face. “What would happen if we did?” he was genuinely curious. He’d heard of blood sacrifices but he got the feeling that wasn’t what she meant.

“Blood is sacred. I’ve heard it can create bonds. Irreversible ones. Soul bonds. It’s serious.” she whispered the last of the words, still looking over his face with a torn expression. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. The other hand was still to her face, fingertips with blood on them tracing her lips.

“What if I told you I was willing to risk that?” she batted her lashes at his response, surprised. “Does being stuck together forever sound all that bad?” he asked with a smirk that hid the seriousness he felt for the statement. It was a test he was willing to give her since he was drunk. She blinked as if she’d short-circuited for a split second. She sighed and took her time, her hand on his cheek, worrying away at her lips with her teeth. He wondered if she was taking her time because she was truly weighing it in her head. He fully expected her to pull away, tell him it was too much, to not be so silly. But instead, she kissed him. She gave over to it so easily with a moan as she tasted metallic on her tongue. She didn’t play passive in her decision that made his heart thump wildly against his rib cage. She wrapped her arms around him, keeping him close as the kiss deepened. Once the taste faded from the kiss, both now pink mouthed she lapped her tongue against his lips and he felt light-headed at the affection. He forced his eyes to open, lids so heavy in an intimate daze to see what she looked like. “Let me look at you, baby,” he whispered as she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth. He held her by the chin, but she dipped down to take his red fingers into her mouth. Her eyes closed, lashes fanned out on flush cheeks as she moaned and sucked. She traced her tongue over his metal rings, not wasting any drop that had fallen. “Let me see those pretty eyes,” he asked, mouth open and almost panting. They opened with no hesitation, her pupils were blown, hiding the mossy green he was so fond of. Eddie was always a pleaser, wanting to see who he was with enjoying themselves. But this felt different. A bit feral, and his inner chaos was savoring it. She kissed his palms, tongue out greedily to taste the copper and salt of his skin. He watched her in awe, unable to form words. He’d wanted to introduce things that were kinkier to their love life, but this was going better than any fantasy he’d ever had involving blood. He’d thought he might convince her to let him go down on her while she was on her period, make her feel better. He’d never considered she’d be the one that would want his blood in this way. She held his face in her hands after his were licked clean. Little kisses and kitten licks left only a red diluted smear on his pale skin when she was finished. She looked over his face, as handsome as it had ever been. His eyes black but inviting made her hum with contentment. She felt good, better than she expected. “You are an absolute goddess.” he sighed, moving to kiss her palm as he nuzzled into her hand. He sucked her thumb into his mouth and she slumped toward him happily. “I mean it.” he said as he kissed her fingertips. She looked at her hands, red still in the fine lines of her palms and fingers. She looked down, red smeared on her bare stomach and chest from the initial pour and soaking through her shirt.

“I’ve made a mess,” she whispered, looking as if she was coming out of a trance. She felt like she was.

“Let’s get you cleaned up then, huh?” he kissed her collarbone. “You’ll be mad at me tomorrow if I get blood all over your sheets.” he grinned, eyes lazily blinking as he kissed her other shoulder.

“I wouldn’t be,” she said, sounding dazed. “I don’t think I can anymore.” an odd smile appeared on her face as she met his eyes.

“Then let my guilt for ruining your pretty things work instead.” he kissed her cheek with force and felt her smile against him.

The cold water to her stomach snapped her awake, and a washcloth to get all the red off before he adoringly pulled another tiny top over her head. He filled the sink and let her saturated shirt soak. She felt so cared for she could’ve cried. But she felt too happy to.

It was content bliss afterward, never too far from each other as a round of food, smoke and drinks came and went again. It was late, which meant he had his guitar out. He could never be without it for too long when he drank. She was perched on the floor as he found the chords to songs on her stereo and they mumbled and sang along. Their eyes were sleepy, yawns encroaching on occasion. They were so drunk they didn’t notice the sluggishness or the slurs. Everything was warm and soft in their vision.

“I wanna play ya somethin’.” he turned the stereo down, his fingers plucking at the acoustic in his lap.

“Please,” she said with a sleepy smile.

“I learned it for you.”

“You did?” she pouted adoringly, leaning forward.

“Yeah.” he sighed happily as she sat up to her knees to pay attention, swaying slightly as she did so. “You sound so pretty when I catch you singing it. I wanted to hear it, you know?”

“You think I sing pretty?” she giggled, covering her face.

“Like a bird. Beautiful. Just like you. Well no, not that beautiful because that’s impossible but if you had a band I mean I would listen to you sing.” his filter was gone and so was hers.

“M’ beautiful?” she blushed and mushed her cheeks with a broad smile.

“The most. Always,” he said with a shake of his head that made him a little dizzy. “I can do this.” he focused his brow. “I know this. I’m not too drunk.” he convinced himself.

“Yer a little drunk.” she snorted out a laugh.

“A little lot.” he giggled back at her. “Serious time. Serious.” he nodded and she put on a playful stern face as he did. He plucked away, his fingers somehow soberer than the rest of him.

“Issat Christmas music?” she laughed.

“No. Just wait. It’s an intro. You know it. It’s like your favorite.” he mumbled, his fingers leading the way.

“It’s pretty,” she said supportively, so drunk she didn’t recognize her favorite artists. A few seconds of silence, only Eddie’s socked foot tapping to beat only he could hear. Then the chords hit and she squealed. “Magggieeee.” she clutched her hands to her chest.

“Maggie.” Eddie nodded.

Star clapped, somehow on beat to the beginning of the song right before the lyrics started. She didn’t hold back, her muscles loose and relaxed letting her croon in her natural voice, something feminine and deeper than expected. Eddie shut his eyes, smiling until he realized she was messing with the lyrics.

“Wake up Eddie I think I got somethin’ to say to you.” he couldn't help but bust into a laugh, his hair falling around as he shook his head at her playfulness. The two fools in love fell right into it bless them. Music was never something to mess with when it was something you loved. You combine the art of making music together and it’s damn near inevitable you’ll fall in love. And these two were not exempt from that rule. “You led me away from home. Just to save ya from bein' alone. You stole my heart and that’s what really hurts.” as she said it she felt it, his eyes on her, the words grabbing her by the neck to shake sense into her. Her eyes looked at him, finding his soft for her. He wasn’t afraid, he gazed right back into her eyes. “The morning sun when it’s your face really shows your age.” She smiled, now emboldened. “But that don’t worry me none, in my eyes you’re everything.” she gave him a full smile, flushed cheeks on display as she kept eye contact. She raised to her knees, scooting closer. “I laughed at all your jokes. My love you didn’t need to coax.” she wrinkled her nose and wiggled her brows as they shared a laugh. “You stole my soul and that’s a pain I can do without.” he saw her face drop, a worry in his stomach, and her hands to his knees. “All I needed was a friend to lend a guiding hand. But you turned into a lover and mother what a lover you wore me out.” The smile returned, content to sing the lyrics to him again, replacing the name Maggie with Eddie all the while. “You stole my heart. I couldn’t leave you if I tried.” A well-timed lazy solo, he saw tears in her eyes, but she kept smiling. He didn’t look away now. She couldn’t. He tilted his head, a wordless question that neither knew what it was at that moment specifically. They were running on gut instinct and emotion and nothing else. She nodded ever so subtly in response. “Oh Eddie I wish I'd never seen your face.” the smile grew. “You made a first-class fool out of me. But I’m as blind as a fool can be. You stole my heart but I love you anyway.” She bit her lip, a lump in her throat. Another small lazy solo that their faces, paled a bit, kept to one another the entire time.

“This is your favorite part,” he whispered and she nodded, wiping a tear before it fell, a mandolin in the song, but changed to be a light plucky solo.

“Eddie I wish I’d never seen your face.” she shook her head, taking in a shaky breath, tears bright in the low light. “I’ll get on back home... One of these... Days.” her voice cracked as she finished their hearts racing in their chests. Her hands shook and he felt it on his thighs.

“Star-?” He asked, his fingers still on the strings, muscle memory playing the song to its end. She pressed her lips to his in a rush. He felt as if a cold breeze had knocked him over. He moved the guitar in the most careless manner he ever had to remove it from between them. She whimpered, wrapping her arms around his neck, and gasping into the kiss. The faint sound of her love song mix tape, playing Suzi Quatro filled the background.

“Eddie,” she whined, tears on her cheeks as he held her as tightly as he could.

“I know baby,” he whispered into her flushed skin. “Me too,” he promised as he kissed her ears and cheek. Anything that he could possibly touch. There was a sloppiness they were both fond of to it this time. It was filters and secrets taken away, it was just them and their fear and delight for each other. Star wrenched her top off and poor Eddie almost cried into her chest. The sounds weren’t pretty, where the beauty of it lacked tonight the raw and real took its place. It was whines, whimpers, and high-pitched neediness. Their clothes ripped away, in some instances literally, piece by piece, stumbling on each other on her small bed. Elbows knocked into walls and knees hit hard surfaces, head bumped onto the wood paneling but neither cared. Embraced completely on their sides Star rolled him over, easy from the way she’d thrown her leg over his hip. It took nothing to notch their bodies together. She tried to satisfy herself while kissing him but found it hard. She pouted, pulling away as he took her hands and held them, his lips mashed into the rings and scars she wore. Her muscles, dehydrated from the drinking ached as she rode him. She whimpered, lip blubbing out in frustration, trying to find something that worked. She was trying to find the compromise to orgasm with the numbness and overstimulation she felt. She leaned back, her hands on his thighs, and found a way to ease her desperation. With her body laid out on full display, Eddie worshipped her with his hands. He dialed in on her clit, ready to let go whenever she did. He wasn’t having the frustration she was, he was dead, buried and in heaven in her pussy. Slurred attempts at sweet nothings failed, only names escaped, but that’s all that was needed. Their tone and pitch communicated enough with the intimate way they knew each other. She whined, and he soothed her. He groaned, and she moaned his name to agree. She had sweat dripping down her body by the time she finished. A soft cry of his name gave him the okay to finish. Her arms and legs shook, as they always did but kept twitching after telling her she’d overdone it. She mewled, Eddie, having to lean up to take her by the ribs and move her forward when her elbows wouldn't unlock properly. It was messy, but that somehow suited both of them just fine. He laid her to the side, her panting, eyes shut. He kissed her cheek, chest, and stomach before moving over her to stand next to the bed. She knew he’d be back, she didn’t worry. He cleaned himself up, draining and refilling the skin with the bloody shirt in it again. He came back out with a washcloth but found Star was fast asleep. Or she might’ve passed out. Either way, the soothing touch of the cloth between her legs only mildly roused her. Eddie fumbled, falling into the bed with his coordination skills still lacking. He pulled her close, her body dead weight, and kissed her soft face.

“Night baby.” he smiled against her skin. “Love you,” he whispered.

-

Eddie awoke to first the sound of Star throwing up in the bathroom. Secondly, a headache that felt like he’d been beaten up all over again. Maybe even worse.

“Ugh, fuck.” he groaned, covering his face with a pillow.

“You up?” he heard Star ask, gasping in the bathroom.

“Or dead.” he felt his stomach churn. He looked down to see his usual morning wood greeting him, not deterred by the desert-like levels of water he felt like he had in his body. He was naked, he knew that much, he tried to piece together the night before but a red throbbing interrupted him.

“Bowls empty if you need it,” she said before he heard her gag. He rolled to his side, groaning, his head spinning. He saw the guitar. He remembered playing. He saw the shirt that had been soaking now hung up to dry. He remembered the blood. The drool on the pillow his elbow currently rests in reminded him that Star passed out. Which led to him remembering they had sex. And why. He felt like shit, but once he heard Star from the bathroom again he felt his stomach flip. And not in the usual good way she caused.

She appeared a short time later. Panties and a tank top on, her hair pulled back messily into an uneven ponytail to keep it out of her face while she got sick. “Morning handsome.” she rubbed her face.

“Morning gorgeous.”

“I love it when you lie.” she chuckled and then coughed. Holding her stomach and head she groaned and disappeared again into the bathroom. He couldn’t help but smile.

“How long have you been up?”

“Not long.” she groaned. “Woke up sick. Nearly ruined the carpet.”

“Sexy.” he chuckled and rubbed his forehead. Star stood, a ring of blood in the sink mocking her.

“Do you uh- remember anything from last night?” she asked, her voice hoarse.

“Do you? You passed out.” he sounded concerned. She sighed and put her hands over her face. She remembered everything. It mocked her from the moment she woke up. She felt another wave of nausea and splashed cold water on her face. Of course, he’d find a way to have her be the first to answer. She looked at herself, she was a mess. She felt hot and ashamed and dirty. She blinked and tears fell.

“Not really, no.” she lied, looking herself in the eyes as she did so. Some twisted punishment to watch herself be a coward. She buried her face in a towel and sobbed. “I remember the blood. I washed out the shirt,” she added, trying to disguise the pain in her voice. She rest her back on the door, shutting it and sliding down the length of it to the floor. She gagged and cried, snot from her nose and spit gathering in her mouth.

“Oh.” she barely heard. “Yeah, it’s all blurry. The blood though, yeah.”

She leaned into the fetal position, wanting to scream. She hated herself. She didn’t know if she hated that she was lying or that it happened at all last night. That she’d opened up and confessed in so many words. That the night had been so fun and lovely and perfect and she didn’t deserve it. She cried until she threw up again. This wouldn’t be the last time it happened today.

PART 20

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Idk if you take requests, but if yes, could you do an oneshot of Uta (or the others if you want) hearing y/n singing for the first time?

VOICE OF AN ANGEL

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Fandom(s): Tokyo Ghoul

Pairing(s): Uta x Gender Neutral!Ghoul!Reader

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Fluff, Singing, 

Notes: Someone pls, send me requests for other TG characters… I’ll write for anyone from the OG Tokyo Ghoul series (not :re yet. Well… except for Haise)

Trigger Warning for mentions of cooking and consuming human parts!

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When Uta first heard the singing, he was confused. 

Who was singing? 

And in his shop before it opened, no less?

He follows the sound to the upstairs kitchenette, where he finds you. 

You’re singing softly, swaying from side to side as you sauteed some human flesh and munched on an eyeball as you cooked. The smell was divine. And paired with your lovely singing? He had died and gone to heaven. 

Uta leans on the doorframe, arms crossed, and tilts his head to the side as he listens to the quiet melody. It’s in English, so he only understands bits and pieces but puts together enough to understand it’s a love song. 

You were always a sucker for those. 

You sing through the entire song, spinning on your heel to grab some spices—it might upset your stomachs later, but it made food taste good—and notice him. 

And promptly shriek. 

You drop the spices in your hands, and they clatter to the floor but, luckily, don’t spill. 

“How long have you been standing there?!” You demand, embarrassed. He can practically see the steam erupting from your ears. 

“Long enough. What are you doing here? I thought you were coming by later.” He asks as he steps closer, slinging his arms around your waist and pulling you in for a kiss. You return the love eagerly, cradling his jawline in one hand.

You tasted delicious. Like the creaminess of the eyes you had been snacking on and the taste of the flesh you had snuck while cooking. It wasn’t often Uta could be this flippant with his emotions and affection, but he made a special exception for you. 

“I decided to come by and surprise you with some food. I wasn’t expecting you to come by early.” You reply, and he hums, dipping down for another kiss. 

You laugh and pull away,

“I don’t want the food to burn!” You exclaim, and he shrugs,

“Let it burn. That just means I get to see you for longer.” He says, and you swat his chest. He doesn’t flinch but lets go and allows you to return to the stove. 

The food is finished quickly, and Uta sets the table for breakfast. You had insisted on getting a Western-styled table with actual chairs. Mainly because you worried about his joints while sitting at a Kotatsu table despite him reassuring you he was perfectly fine. 

As always, the food is mouth-wateringly good, cooked to perfection, and seasoned well enough to make Tsukiyama Shuu jealous. 

While you wash the dishes, Uta dries them and puts them away. It’s quiet until he speaks,

“Sing for me?” He asks, and you pause where you are washing the chopsticks in soapy water. You set them aside and adjust the rubber gloves you are using to protect your hands. 

“Alright, Phantom of the Opera. Why do you want me to sing? I’m not very good.” You say, and he leans his chin on your shoulder. He notices you can’t help but smile. 

“I think your voice is wonderful. I’d love to hear it again.” He says, and you huff out a quiet laugh.

“Alright, alright, but only for you.” You say and begin to sing again. 

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Hello Stranger pt 2

“I’ve been in trouble since the moment I first saw you”

Joseph Quinn x femme reader

A/N: takes place pretty much right where part 1 left off.

Contains: drinking, smoking, soft smut (is that even a thing?), slight angst, tons of fluffy goodness.

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The morning light creeped through the patio window causing you to stir in your bed. The soft sunlight bouncing off of your sleepy face nearly demanded you roll over towards the empty space next to yours. The spot occupied only hours before seemed so empty, but his smell remained. Your lips still swollen from the memory of his mouth on yours. A memory you would happily revisit over and over. Glimpses of the night before replay in your mind. His hands in your hair, his breath in your ear. Stealing kisses in between laughing and falling asleep in his arms, with your face nuzzled into his neck. Sleepiness has only left you with a vague memory of a kiss on the cheekbone, and a whisper of “I don’t want to leave” when the sun began to rise. Stretching, you reach your hand to glide over the pillowcase that was recently occupied. Your hand skims the soft cotton until it feels something out of place. A piece of paper.

You sit up in bed, eyes focusing on the handwritten note. The hotel stationary and the familiar handwriting cause your heart to skip a beat.

“Good morning, Darling. I didn’t have the heart to wake you. Last night was without a doubt one of the best nights I’ve ever had. I’ve put my number in your phone. Give me a call - xo Joe”

You smile to yourself and and toss the duvet off of you. The sunbeams shining brilliantly off of the cream colored bedding. With a final stretch, you start to walk to the bathroom and a sudden thought causes you to slightly panic. You haven’t checked in with your best friend since coming back to the hotel yesterday evening and you were due to checkout together in a few hours. Before you make it to the bathroom, there is a knock at the door.

As if right on cue, you open the door to Jane holding two cups of coffee. “Well hello sleepyhead! You missed out on a pretty good time last night.” She says to you while holding out your latte.

“Oh yeah? What did you get into?” You ask anxiously while taking a big sip of your drink, nearly burning your tongue.

“I made some friends yesterday, and it turned out that they are staying at this hotel too. We were at the bar downstairs until like 2 am! God, I don’t even want to look at tequila again for a long time.”

“I’m sorry I missed it! I was tired. I just had a quiet night in and fell asleep” you said while the guilt you felt about withholding the nights true events from your dear friend was bubbling right beneath the surface.

Jane looks over the room and you excuse yourself to go take a shower. While lathering and rinsing, you try to think of a way to broach the subject of Joe. While you wanted to keep the time you spent with him sacred, you knew that you could trust Jane. You wrap yourself in a towel and make your way out of the bathroom to your waiting friend.

“Hmm, so who’s this ‘Joe’ that was here with you last night?” Jane asks while arching an eyebrow and smirking.

Like a deer in the headlights, you stop in your tracks and slightly gasp at her holding his note. “Seems like we both had a good night! Where did you meet him? Here at the hotel?”.

“I met him yesterday, at the convention center.”

“Really? I didn’t see you talking to any…” the realization crosses her face and her eyes become enlarged “OH. MY. GOD!!!”

“Shhh!” You hiss. “I don’t think the people across town heard you”. You say with a laugh. Jane grabs you by the hands and pulls you to the bed.

“It all happened so quickly.” You explain to her. You go over in detail about the original note that was passed to you and what led you the two of you back to your room. You give her a condensed version of how the night transpired, wanting to keep the nuances to yourself.

“So, did you guys..umm…?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. You were fooling yourself if you thought you could escape this conversation without divulging some dirty details. “We didn’t. It was perfect just the way it was.”

You get up from the bed and walk to the nightstand to retrieve your phone. Even though you were just with him hours before, you can’t help but feel a little nervous as you scroll through your contacts looking for him. Your thumb hovers over his name before you work up the nerve to tap on it.

“Good morning, Gorgeous”, Joe says after the second ring. “Did you sleep well?”

“Very well. How about you?”

“I would’ve liked to have slept in with you, but overall, amazing.” Between his low talking and the smile in his voice, you feel your cheeks begin to heat.

“I wish you could’ve stayed too. You didn’t miss much. Just a shower and coffee. What are you up to right now?”

“I’m in the car on the way to an interview, but wishing I was there for the shower and coffee.”

You giggle and throw a look over your shoulder to Jane. She’s skillfully pretending to read a magazine. “I wish you were here too.”

“I really want to see you. Do you have plans for this evening?”

“Well, my friend Jane is here. We are getting ready to check out of the hotel and head home. What did you have in mind?”

“There is a party that I have to attend, but I was wondering if you would like to go as well? You can bring Jane with you. It’ll just be press and some industry people.”

“Are you sure it’s okay if we come? I’m sure you’re going to be busy and I don’t want to get in the way.”

“I’m not going to lie, it may be a little nuts there and we won’t get quite as much time alone, but I’m just dying to see you. Please say yes.”

“Yes. We’d love to come.” Out of the corner of your eye you see Jane’s head quickly swivel in your direction.

“Fantastic! I’ll be counting down the hours. Text me your address and I’ll send a car to bring you both.”

You exchange sweet goodbyes and you turn your attention to Jane, who looks like she is bursting at the seams with intrigue.

“Looks like you and I will be going to a party tonight.”

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The sun is setting and your small apartment is filled with the warm glow of orange and pink. Jane rings the doorbell and you quickly buzz her in before dashing back into your room.

“I’ll be right out!” You yell from your bedroom. You apply the finishing touches to your makeup, and smooth your hands down the silky black fabric of your dress. After putting on your heels, you make your way to the living room.

“Who is this bombshell and what has she done with my best friend?!” Jane say while peering from the kitchen and taking you all in.

“Is it too much?”

“Not at all! You look stunning.”

“Thank you! You look so gorgeous. God, I’m so nervous”

“Hey, Joe clearly likes you. Let’s just relax and enjoy.” She says while handing you a small glass of red wine.

“To new friends?”

“To new friends.” Jane says while clinking glasses with you. Just as you finish your drinks, you hear your doorbell ring. Peeking out onto the fire escape, you see the familiar sight of a black SUV. You and Jane are greeted by the driver, who ushers the two of you into the backseat. Jane nervously giggles at the pageantry of it all and squeezes your hand as you make your way to the party.

It was the shortest and longest ride of your life. Short because of your anxiousness about how the party was going to go, and long because you couldn’t wait to be with Joe again.

The sun had long set when you stepped out of the car. The indigo sky and cooler air greeted you as you made your way inside the building. Small round tables to stand at decorated the room from end to end, with a bar off to the side. Slowly you make your way through the crowd of people and find a table on the other side of the room. A waitress with champagne walks by, and you and Jane each take a glass. Nervously sipping, and shifting your eyes to look for the only other familiar face you would know. You were nearly done with your drink when you see your phone light up. Looking down, you see you have a message from Joe.

“It should be illegal to look that good.”

Your eyes dart up and look around the room to see where he is. After a few seconds you find him. He meets your gaze and the both of you exchange smiles. Shyly he casts his eyes to the ground before looking up to finish his conversation with the handful of people that were standing across from him.

With some liquid courage, you agree to walk around the room and mingle with the other guests. You’re so thankful to have Jane with you. She has always been the more outgoing of the two of you and refuses to be a wallflower. With the party in full swing, the main lights were lowered and replaced by the romantic glow of thousands of fairy lights and paper lanterns on each table. The dimness of the room almost making it hard to see the stolen glances that passed between you and Joe. Each one becoming more desperate to be near each other.

He was a few yards away with what you assumed to be members of his team. They hung back a little while they pushed him towards groups of journalists and photographers. You met eyes with a member of his security, who smiled and gave you a small wave, remembering you from the day before. When you return his wave, you see a woman off to the side of Joe notice the exchange. The questions on her face weren’t hard to read. Her eyes slightly narrowed and she leaned over to whisper something to the guard and he replied with a short reply and a nod in your direction. Her eyes never leaving you for the duration of their exchange.

“Well, she is fucking scary” you think to yourself while taking a big sip of your newly replaced glass of champagne. Jane turns her head from the conversation she was and watches as you quickly drain your glass. “You okay?” She asks, unaware of what just transpired. “Yeah, I’m fine.” You say to her while giving a small reassuring smile. “I’m just going to slip outside for a few minutes. You can stay, I won’t be gone long”. She smiles and gives your hand a squeeze while you turn and make your way to the door.

Their was a slight chill to the air, but it was a welcome relief. That woman’s frosty gaze replayed over and over in your mind. You reach into your clutch and draw out a cigarette. Leaning your back against the brick wall, you take your first puff, casting your eyes up towards the sky.

“Alone at last.” Joe says making his way to you. Pushing yourself off of the wall, you walk to meet him. Without a moments pause, he pulls you close and places a kiss on your neck, inhaling your scent. “I’ve wanted to do this all night.” He says softly while pulling back to look in your eyes. “How are you tonight, my Darling?” Hearing the “my” he added to the pet name made your heart want to sing.

You place your free hand on the back of his neck and lean in so your noses touch. “I’m wonderful” you whisper. He breathes a little laugh and gives you a gentle kiss on the lips. You lift your cigarette and offer it to him. He takes it from you and pulls you to stand against the wall with him, away from any curious eyes. You pass the cigarette back a forth a couple times, and chat about your day. His hand is on your hip, skimming over the gentle fabric of your dress. “I’m so happy you’re here with me” he says, his eyes becoming warmer. “You’re all I’ve thought about today” he confesses, a shy smile playing on his lips.

“I’ve wanted to be with you all day. I’m happy you came to find me.” You lean up and kiss the stubble along his jaw, his face leaning in to meet your lips. “I was a little afraid all we would share were looks from across the room.”

He places his forehead against yours before dipping his head down to kiss your bare shoulder. It was at this moment that you realize the two of you had company. The woman from inside was standing nearby with her eyes on the two of you. You aren’t sure what or how much she had witnessed, but judging by the disapproving look she gave you, you knew it was enough.

“Hey, who’s that?” You ask Joe, tilting your chin in her direction. “Oh, that’s Elise. She’s part of my management team” he says while he gives your hip a light squeeze. “I better head back in before more people come looking for me. I’ll see you inside, love” he says kissing your hair and pulling away to walk back into the party.

You’re about to follow suit, when Elise begins walking towards you. “Hi, do you have a minute?” She asks you. You’re heart is beating a mile a minute wondering what she has to say to you. Shaking your hand, she introduces herself. She goes over her role in Joe’s life and offers you a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “I see that you and him have spent some time together. Know that I don’t object to you as a person, but I have to advise against it. It’s just not the right time for him.” You stand there staring at her in utter disbelief for what seemed like eternity but was probably just a few seconds. “I’m sorry, but he’s a grown man. I don’t see how it’s your business what goes on between he and I.” She takes a small step closer to you and crosses her arms. “Joe is my business. A girlfriend will just complicate things. We need him to stay focused. I’m sorry, but this attachment is over. I’m sure he will feel the same as I do once we discuss it.” She turns and briskly walks back inside before you can offer a rebuttal.

You stay back and try to manage the lump that has formed in your throat, but fail. Hot tears roll down your cheeks while you reach into your bag for your phone. “Jane, I need to get out of here” you choke out. Within minutes she is by your side and walking towards the waiting car outside. The air suddenly feeling colder as you clutch your arms around yourself. Once inside the car, you let yourself go to pieces. Your friend holding your hand the entire way back to your place.

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Jane doesn’t argue when you reach your apartment door and tell her you’d like to be alone. With a kiss on the cheek, she bids you goodnight.

Trudging up the stairs to your apartment begin to feel better. Still devastated over what happened, but better being in the confines of your own space. You kick off your heels before taking a look at your phone. You hadn’t noticed the text alert from Joe that was nearly an hour old.

“Where are you?”

Those three words unleashed a fresh batch of tears. You were sure that Elise had talked to him by now. Putting your phone down, you made your way to the kitchen. You didn’t respond to him, because honestly, your heart couldn’t take it. After pouring yourself a glass of wine, you bring it out with you onto the fire escape. You sip it as you look up at the moon and stars, the chilly night air blowing through your hair. Sitting in the dark, under the starlight, you are able to reflect on the last couple days. The way you made each other laugh, how his hands molded perfectly to the shape of your face, the way you both seemed to relax into each other. You didn’t care about the fanfare that came with being with someone like him. You just wanted him.

As you take the last sip of your wine, you hear the sound of a car door shutting on the street below. Looking over the railing, you see Joe wave off his driver and dash to your door. You jump to your feet as he frantically rings the doorbell. You buzz him in, and with your heart in your throat, you open the door. He raced up the stairs, taking no time at all. He collided with you as you barely breath out his name.

“Joe…”

He instantly puts his hands up on either side of your face, pushing you backwards through your door while his lips crash into yours. The desperation in his kiss lighting a fire inside you. He extends his leg back and closes the door with a swift kick. He pulls away to look you in the eyes. Placing a hand on his chest to push him away, his pleading brown eyes bear down into yours. “I’m so sorry baby. So fucking sorry. Please, please don’t think for a minute that this isn’t what I want.” His thumbs swipe away a tear from your cheek. “Joe, is she right though. Is this wrong? I won’t have you getting into trouble because of me…” you say while choking back the stream of tears that threaten to spill over. He cuts you off quick, redirecting your hand to place it over his heart which is pounding in his chest. “Hey, look at me. She doesn’t get to decide for me. I know what I want, and it’s you. I’ve been in trouble since the moment I first saw you” he said with his eyes burning with intensity.

With that, you don’t need any more words. He was yours and you were his. With your hand on his heart, you grasp the fabric of his shirt and pull him to you. You snake your arm around his neck, deepening the kiss. His hands sliding down your dress to feel your every curve, reaching around to grip your ass. He kicks off his shoes while you peel off his jacket, all while his lips never leave yours. Making quick work of undoing the buttons on his shirt, he tosses it to the ground. He bends down to kiss the swell of your breasts while unzipping the back of your dress, letting it fall from your frame onto the floor. He braces your fall onto the bed by keeping his arm at your lower back. Nearly crawling, he drags you up so that your head is on the pillow. His hands tracing down your body and stopping at the dampness on the fabric of your panties. “Don’t take your eyes off of me” he whispers against your lips before sitting up to remove his pants and underwear before turning back to you. Sliding his hands up your thighs, he grips onto the waistband of your panties and pulls them down and tosses them to the floor. Desperate to feel his lips back on yours, you pull him back on top of you. He aligns himself with your opening and begins to push in causing you to gasp at the fullness. “Look at me, baby” he says, pulling your hands above your head, interlocking his fingers with yours while hungrily driving himself into you. The slow burn of the sweet and steady pace causes you to reach your release while moaning into his mouth. The increase in wetness and the encouraging sounds of your voice made him follow suit shortly after. He felt like heaven on earth, and he looked at you as if you were water in the desert.

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You wake the next morning to the sun creeping through your window. You stretch and move your hand to the pillow across from yours. This morning, instead of a piece of paper, you are met with Joe’s soft curls. His arm that is draped around you instinctively pulls you closer as you run your fingers through his hair. You lay there for a few minutes, admiring his sleeping form. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you lean over and place a delicate kiss to his forehead before quietly slipping out of bed. Grabbing his shirt off of the floor, you slip it over your naked frame and pad out towards the kitchen to make coffee. You’re placing two mugs on the counter when you feel his arm wrap around your waist. “Good morning, love” he says sweeping your hair away from your neck to kiss your right below your ear. “Sleep well?” you ask, leaning into his touch. Joe spins you around and lowers his nose to yours, “best nights sleep I’ve had in a while”. Bringing your lips to meet his, he lifts you and places you on the counter.

“So what now?” you ask, biting your lip. His tilts your chin to look up at him, “After coffee, let’s take a shower and then we can go out for breakfast.” Your eyes slightly widen and a shy smile plays on your face. “Out?” you ask somewhat nervous. “Yes babe” he says trying to suppress a grin. You arch an eyebrow and drape your arms around his neck, pulling him closer so he is standing between your legs.

“People will look” you reply in a tone that implies you don’t want to cause problems for him. His eyes warm while looking into yours.

“I know. I want them to look. It’s not always going to be easy, but I’m in if you are”, he says brushing your bangs away from your eyes. You smile as pull his face closer to yours.

“I’m in.”

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Not sure if this counts as prompt or headcanon but imagine if Byn, with her canonical crush on Lu Yao, doesn't take his gentle but firm rejection of her very well? All hell breaks loose when she finds out that the object of Lu Yao's affections is none other than the oblivious Qiao Chusheng (and I think he would be oblivious or atleast not read too much into Lu Yao's actions xD). I feel like the dynamics would be so much interesting with each person having to make some tough choices ahead (LY learning not to be a coward, QCS choosing loyalties coz he would care for BQ if not BYN etc.) 🙈 Hope you have fun with this one xD

Turtle! I hope you enjoy this little headcanon...it's my first one for MRIAD so I hope I did good!

Bai Youning does not take “No” for an answer. Since she’s an only child, she’s a rather spoiled brat who gets whatever and whoever she wants. “No” is not in her vocabulary. She never uses it and she’s never had it said to her before

So, when she admits her feelings to Lu Yao and he gently but firmly rejects her…she does not take it well. She throws a fit, as a spoiled brat does, and screams and cries, demanding that Lu Yao accept her affections but Lu Yao still tells her no, saying that he already likes someone else

Bai Youning, of course, the nosy busybody that she is, demands to know who the person of Lu Yao’s affection is and lets out an angry shriek when she finds out that it’s Qiao Chusheng

She tells Lu Yao that he can’t be in love with Qiao Chusheng, he should be in love with her, he can only love her, and that’s sort of the last straw for Lu Yao, he just…packs up his shit and leaves

When Qiao Chusheng comes to call on him for a case, he’s surprised to see Lu Yao sitting outside the apartment with all of his things

“Youning kick you out?”

Lu Yao looks up at him and shakes his head

“No, I left. I don’t think I can live with her anymore”

Qiao Chusheng hums

“Lovers spat?”

Lu Yao shudders

“We are not lovers, Chusheng. Not even in the slightest. I could never be in love with someone like her”

Qiao Chusheng hums

“Don’t let Bai Qili hear you say that or he’ll have your head”

Lu Yao scoffs

“I’m not scared of that man or his threats”

Qiao Chusheng frowns

“You know his threats are very real, yes?”

Lu Yao huffs

“Why should I be afraid of him when I have you?”

Qiao Chusheng looks at him in surprise as Lu Yao sighs

“Can I stay with you?”

Qiao Chusheng frowns before he shrugs

“My apartment is small and not fancy…hope you don’t mind”

Lu Yao shakes his head as he grabs his suitcase full of stuff and stands to his feet

“As long as it’s away from here, I don’t care what size it is”

Qiao Chusheng shrugs but motions for Lu Yao to follow him to his car, which was parked nearby. They then get inside and drive to Qiao Chusheng’s apartment, which was much smaller compared to that of Bai Youning and Lu Yao’s old apartment but Lu Yao just smiles at it

He then promptly moves in with Qiao Chusheng and they find it actually to be a lot more pragmatic because Qiao Chusheng never has to drive to Lu Yao’s apartment to pick him up which means they never have to tell Bai Youning about their cases (which is great for both of them)

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So, Under the Skin.  Whooo boy, where the fuck do I begin with this drama?  Honestly, this is probably one of the best crime dramas I’ve seen in a while, easily my top three favorite crime dramas, with Killer and Healer taking #1 (obvi) and S.C.I. Mystery taking #2 (also obvi).  But man...man was this drama fucking good.

Okay, first of all, the cases were interesting.  Like they were interesting fucking cases and they all tied in with art somehow which was impressive in and of itself.  And I actually recognized some of the art pieces Shen Yi spoke about because I had taken an art class in college that featured some of these paintings.  So that was fun.  Also, every case that they made was taken seriously, nothing was seen as a joke, especially like with the case of the two girls.  I didn’t think they were going to go that route but they did and I was kind of surprised.  But they did it in a way that was respectful and didn’t make it seem weird or gross and I liked that.  I really did.

Second of all, the chemistry between the leads, my GOD.  I, for one, have never seen either of the two actors before so that was kind of fun for me but the chemistry that they shared was just....so good.  Like, they had the same sort of chemistry and energy that like Gao Hanyu and Ji Xiaobing and Mao Zijun and Ian Yi shared.  Like, it was electric and gripping and believable.  Also, the entire cast is just...so good.  Like the squad is very good, the leads are good, the villains/suspects/criminals are good (and their backstories and motives are believable) and it’s just...yes.

So, if you want a really good crime drama that focuses mainly on the cases and solving the cases and also solving an overarching case (gotta be one of my favorite things in a crime drama, honestly) with also really good fucking leads that have great fucking chemistry like Killer and Healer and S.C.I. then you absolutely need to check out Under the Skin.  10/10 would fucking watch again, my god.

Also, according to the last few minutes, it seems that we’re getting a Season 2 and um...yes please

73 notes - Posted March 16, 2022

#3

Ah episode 8, my beloved.  Probably one of my favorite episodes to rewatch, I shit you not

First we start off with rain...rain is always essential when filming an angsty shot

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79 notes - Posted January 16, 2022

#2

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84 notes - Posted August 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Ryu Su Yeol:

Me: 

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175 notes - Posted January 28, 2022

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The Carnal Locs Smith [2]

Word Count: 604

Reading Time: ~2.5m

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We’re here for another long night of work and unwanted stress. You’re doing whatever it is you must do, and I’m here doing my thing. That’s the norm. Eventually, you mosey your way over to my corner of the world, where I sit and strike up a conversation. The “How are you’s” and “What you been up to’s” flow between us. It's the norm. 

         Then things take a turn, which I’ve been languidly avoiding.

         “How tall are you?” you ask.

         Oh boy. “5’1”,” I answer. I’m really 5-foot-half an inch, but he doesn’t need to know all that. 

         You look at me with disbelief and reject the answer I’ve just given you. “That means that you’re only ….” You gesture with your hand, indicating how tall I’d be compared to your tall stature. I nod and assure you that I am indeed short as fuck. I’ve been at this height since eighth grade. Fun size runs in my family. 

         You demand I stand up now.

         Oh, no. I know what this is. You don’t want to see how tall I am. You want to see my body. Men are so typical. I declined. I declined again. Then I decided to give in because you even fooled me into believing that you don’t believe me and need to see how short I am. So, I stood, and immediately, you rushed me.

         Whoa!

         I take a step back. You’ve burst my personal bubble, and I need to create another. I returned to my seat. Of course, you don’t see how uncomfortable you made me. Not one bit, and you continue to talk. Men. SMFH. 

         Then you just have to ask. “You know the real reason I wanted you to stand up, right?”

         Yes, I know. I was just hoping you’d keep your thoughts and your opinions of me to yourself. Yes, I know you find me attractive. Your eyes give you away each and every time. Please, don’t start this crap. I was enjoying the light, comical conversation. You’re ruining this for me. 

         “I’ve no idea.”

         “I wanted to get a better view of that wagon you draggin’.” 

Who the fuck says that to someone? To their actual face? So. Fucking. Typical. Men!

         The way you and so many other men flirt is not attractive, and it certainly doesn’t make me blush or turn me on. In fact, it makes me gag. After I explain this to you in the nicest way possible, you give the typical stupid man response and apologize for being flirtatious and not being able to help yourself. 

         Don’t even!

         I don’t give a fuck about the flirting. You’ve been doing that! I can easily ignore that and brush it off. I do care, however, about the way you are flirting. Tact and thoughtfulness are not part of your being or arsenal, clearly. This shit must have worked with some young or clueless chick in the past, but if you hadn’t noticed, I’m a woman, and as a woman, I need more than a compliment and a stupid, tactless flirty comment slung my way. 

         But you wouldn’t know anything about wooing a woman. It’s clear you fuck around on your wife with only god knows what kinds of women. Ha! You still wear that ring of yours, I see. And, as I’ve determined from our first encounter, this will stay here, in this corner, where it belongs. These conversations, these interactions, or whatever you’d like to call them, will never be more than that. Yep, and I know your type! As soon as you realize this, you’ll never talk to me again.

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Author's Note: Thank you for taking the time to read this, and as always, comments, likes, and reblogs are welcome.

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Girls Night

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Making Ransom jealous backfires…

Note: I’m back on my Tik Tok bullshit so here we are I hope you guys enjoy😏

Warnings🛑: smut(unprotected vaginal sex, overstimulation, squirting, choking), basically porn with extremely little plot, dark themes(?), mean Ransom😍, sweater daddy realness, mild violence, mentions of alcohol

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You were drunk, beyond the point you’d ever gone before. This was not a normal girls night, no-this was a ‘fuck Ransom Drysdale and his stupid sweaters’ girls night…

It all started when about two years ago you started a friends with benefits type of situation with none other than everyone’s favorite asshole. You knew him from college and ran into each other at a coffee shop, next thing you know he’s fucking you into next week in the backseat of his Beamer.

You both were amongst the same friend group so they all knew what had been happening, saying it wouldn’t last. Both you and Ransom were adamant about not catching feelings, that didn’t last long. It was more of an unspoken agreement-if Ransom telling you repeatedly your his anytime another guy looks at you is what you call that-to not be with other people.

Last night changed everything however when you caught him texting other girls he’d hooked up with before you. So, you decided to get revenge. Your girlfriends helped you pick out the sexiest outfit you owned, dawning you with perfect hair and makeup, and all of you set a course for the bar. Specifically, one of his favorite bars.

You had ignored Ransom’s texts and calls the entire day, knowing he’d eventually track you down. How ironic he showed up the moment you were grinding between two guys completely wasted. He was enraged, charging through the crowd and yanking you away. You avidly protested against leaving until he had to physically carry you out, your mouth spouting every dirty name you could think to call him.

He’d brought you back to his house, carrying you inside until you finally were able to get away from him. You pushed his chest hard, glaring up at him.

“What the fuck Ransom?!” you shouted, sure that steam had to be coming out of your ears.

“Those guys were trying to make moves on you, what’s mine!” he growled, plopping down in a chair.

“Not every guy is trying to get into my pants, alright?” you scoffed.

“You’d be surprised,” Ransom grumbled, rolling his eyes.

“You can’t tell me who I can and can’t have sex with! That’s not your business anymore!” you screeched, pointing an accusing finger close to his face.

“Were you going to have sex with one of those guys?” he asked, his hands fisting at his sides.

“Oh my god!” you shouted, pulling your hair frustratedly.

“What if I was?” you asked, biting your lip seductively.

“What?” Ransom choked out, sitting up quickly.

“You heard me,” you grinned maliciously, walking closer to him.

“What if I was?” you asked again.

“You don’t like the idea...of someone’s hands all over my body, touching me.” you taunted, standing right in front of where he sat.

Ransom’s jaw ticked, and in seconds he had you pinned to the wall. His lips crushed yours in a demanding kiss, forcing his tongue in and tangling it with yours. His fingers dug into your waist, gripping you tightly to his hard chest. You laughed maniacally as his kisses moved down your neck, humming as he nipped at your pulse.

“This is exactly what you wanted you fucking slut.” Ransom growled, pulling back as he stared into your eyes.

You replied with a knowing smirk which only made Ransom harder. He lifted you in his arms, slamming you back against the wall. You moaned as he pushed your dress up around your hips, skillfully ripping your panties to shreds.

“You knew I’d come find you, didn’t you?” he asked, getting his answer when you squeezed his cock through his pants.

“Payback’s a bitch,” you giggled, slapping his cheek for emphasis.

You laughed harder as he shoved his pants down, screaming after as he plowed his cock into you. You held on for dear life as Ransom fucked you like an animal against the wall, his pants at his ankles and your dress shoved up with tattered panties by his feet.

“The only bitch here is you my love, craving attention and to be fucked dumb by the only man who’s ever made you cum so hard you can’t look another one in the eye.” he taunted, shifting his hips a tad so he could hit your gspot.

“Ah! Ransom- fuck!” you cried out, clawing at his shoulders while your orgasm grew closer.

“Yeah baby, scream my fuckin’ name.” he grinned, slapping your ass as he moved even faster.

“Don’t stop! Please honey, don't stop!” you sobbed, your eyes drooping as the end reached.

Ransom grunted as you clenched hard around him, forcing a hand between your bodies so he could rub at your clit which sent you over the edge. Your back arched against the wall as you cried out for him, your core pulsing around his cock as he released inside of you.

Both of you panted as you came down, your forehead leaning on his. Ransom leaned in, kissing you gently. You wound your arms around his neck, passion filling your kiss as your tongues met. He carried you to the couch, laying on top of you as his cock hardened inside of you once again.

“Again?” you smirked, Ransom humming deep in his chest as he sat up.

You whimpered from the loss of his warm body, huffing as he flipped you on your stomach. Ransom pulled his shirt off, discarding his pants fully before pulling your dress along with your bra off. He wasted no time, pushing your chest down so your back was arched, one of his feet on the ground while the other was placed on the couch beside your knee, and relentlessly fucked into you.

“Oh-my god! Fuck!” you whined, not able to meet his pace you simply laid there and let him have you.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, slapping another handprint to your asscheek.

You squealed as his tip hit right on your cervix, pain and pleasure mixing together as your body began trembling. Ransom gripped your hair, harshly pulling you up so your back was to his chest. His other hand went around your throat as his cock didn’t stop ramming into you, tilting your head back so he could smash his lips to yours. One hand went behind his head while the other ventured down, finding your clit as you chased your release.

“Greedy bitch,” he hissed, taking his hand he had in your hair and slapping your hand away from where you needed it.

“Ransom!” you whined, screaming seconds later as that hand slapped your clit.

He grinned as your pussy clenched around him, continuing his assault on your throbbing nub. Your eyes rolled back as your high completely overtook your body, Ransom chuckling maliciously as you squirted all over his hand, soaking both of you and the couch. You sobbed as he kept rubbing your clit hard enough to send you into another orgasm, this one triggering his as he threw you down on the couch as he pulled out.

Ransom flipped you on your back, tugging himself until he came all over your tits. You smiled up at him tiredly, scooping up his spend and licking it clean from your fingers.

After cleaning up, you were now laid in Ransom’s bed, snuggled up to him in silence. Your head laid on his chest as his fingers combed through your hair, tickling down your naked back. It was the most peaceful you'd felt in a long time, strange it was happening with your…

“So, what now?” you asked quietly, chancing a look up at his beautiful eyes.

“I-…I’m not good at relationships as I’ve told you, but-but I want to try…for you.” he confessed, the vulnerability he felt was absolutely terrifying.

“I want that too, baby.” you whispered, a smile stretching across your face.

“Then…will you, my gorgeous y/n, be my girlfriend?” he asked, looking down at you hopefully.

“I would love nothing more as long as this time I’m the only girl you text about hooking up.” you challenged with an arch of your brow.

“I’ll delete every bitch in my phone except you baby.” he chuckled, smiling more as you playfully hit his chest.

“Asshole,” you mocked being grumpy as you tried to escape his hold with no luck.

Ransom had you in an iron grip, never planning to let you go again. You couldn’t help how your heart swelled when he looked down at you with all the adoration in the world, until you booped his nose.

“Quit that,” he huffed, his cheeks turning pink.

“Awww baby, you look so cute when you blush! I can’t wait to tell the girls.” you giggled.

“Speaking of girls, no more girls' nights for you.” he grumbled, sending you into a fit of laughter.