#and they keep rushing at you and then circling you like fucking freaks trying to find the best way to murder you

[the-chickenshit-oddity]

the idiot who invented barbecues is the stupidest moron who ever lived.

eating greasy food and drinking sugary drinks outside while it's hot and sunny?

yeah...ya know what's not fun? trying to eat your food while being goddamned attacked by flying little yellow war vessels.

[lovebugism]

❛ if you die, i'll kill you. ❜“i cant live without you” “don’t die on me, we haven’t even gotten to the good part yet” “i lied i never hated you”

eddie x reader enemies to lovers 🥹🥹

pls enjoy this absolute heartache of a fic :D — you and eddie hate each other until he almost dies (angst, enemies to lovers, cw for mentions of gore, 1.1k)

“Wanna make out?” Eddie had asked you, some hours ago now, when you first arrived at the Upside Down version of Skull Rock. You’d just narrowly survived a gang of demobats, and the stale air smelled distinctly of copper pennies. He managed a smug smile anyway. “I mean, we might as well. Looks like we’re gonna die out here, anyway.”

You scoffed and rolled your tired eyes. The annoyance you felt for him then momentarily distracted you from the fear swirling in the pit of your stomach. “I’d rather,” you’d quipped.

You feel a little like you’ve prophesized something now.

Eddie bleeds out in your arms with a hundred little bites on his stomach that were supposed to be yours. He’d distracted the circling demobats when you twisted your ankle, too hurt to run away. And now he’s dying. And it’s all your goddamn fault.

You sit with him while Dustin rushes into the Creel House, in search of help from the older crew. You watch him attentively over your shoulder until he disappears behind the rotted front door. When you turn back to Eddie, you find his eyes have fluttered shut.

“Eddie—” you call for him, clearing your throat when it comes out garbled. “Eddie! Hey!”

“Hm…” he hums tiredly in response, eyes still shut.

You sigh with the subtle relief that he’s not dead. The breath catches in your chest. You try to fight away the panic attack clawing behind your ribcage, even though it makes everything around you seem more and more distant. You try to stay as present as you can despite the horrors swimming all around you — for Eddie The Freak Munson.

“You have to stay awake,” you tell him, voice thick with emotion. “Open your eyes.”

“I’m just… I feel a little tired right now,” he mumbles, slurring slightly. 

Your chest wrenches. He’s getting paler and paler by the minute. The tourniquet you made from the bottom half of your shirt is now soaked with deep red blood. Panic burns a wildfire in your chest because you’ve done everything you could think to do. 

You can’t lose him. That’s all you’re telling yourself now. You can’t lose him, you can’t lose him, you can’t lose him.

“I don’t care. Keep your eyes open, alright?”  Your heart wrenches again, with something short of hope this time, when Eddie’s eyes flutter open. They’re glassy and dilated, but the deep chocolate of them hasn’t changed. You muster a small smile. “There you go, Eds. There you go— Now, just keep talking to me, okay? Keep talking.”

“I’m tired,” he mutters under his breath, too weak to do anything more.

Your face screws together as you choke back a sob. You swallow down every instinct to cry. You’ll cry when this is over, you tell yourself, when Eddie’s safe and back in Hawkins.

“I know, Eddie. I know,” you babble through stinging tears. “But you gotta— you gotta keep talking, alright? It’ll help you stay awake. And I need you to… I need you to stay awake for me, okay?”

He nods. At least, you think he’s nodding, because the movement is terribly faint. 

His eyes fall shut again. You feel the loss of his melted chocolate gaze like a stab in the chest. Your hand grips his jaw, a little less than gentle.

“Eddie,” you bite through gritted teeth.

“Mm…”

“If you die, I swear to god, I will fucking kill you.”

The familiarity of your aggression reminds him of home. He opens his eyes and cracks a small, barely-there smile. Blood glistens on his mouth. “I thought you hated me?” he slurs in an inaudible mumble.

“I do,” you tell him without thinking twice, laughing through the sob in your throat. “But I’ll love the shit outta you if we make it out of here together.”

Together, you say, because either both of you make it out or neither of you do. 

His grin widens softly, chapped and lopsided. “Metal,” he murmurs.

A whimper sounds in your throat when his eyes flutter shut again. “Eddie…”

“‘M sorry, sweetheart,” he whispers, breathing sharply through his nose. 

It’s getting harder and harder for him to breathe. You can tell by the harsh rise and fall of his chest. There’s little oxygen getting to his brain, accompanied by the weeping bites on his stomach— where the fuck is Dustin Henderson?

“I don’t know if I…. If I’m gonna make it outta here, babe…”

Your chest tightens. He only ever called you babe to piss you off. You wonder if he’s still being the annoying asshole you knew back home or if the term of endearment is too engrained in his head.

“Don’t say that.”

“If I don’t—”

“Eddie.”

“If I don’t make it out,” he repeats, sterner this time. He drags a sharp breath in and opens his eyes, just barely. “I want you to know that I never… I never hated you… ‘M just a liar… And a total fucking coward…”

“You can make it up to me when we get back home, okay? You just gotta stay awake.”

His lip quirks into a faint, crooked smile. “I’ve been dyin’ to kiss you since ninth grade… Did you know that?”

“I know,” you nod with an emotional laugh.

“I did make it kinda obvious, didn’t I?”

“You can kiss me when you get better. I swear.”

Eddie nods. You feel him grow heavier and heavier in your arms. His smug smile starts to fade, and you panic. “Eddie? Eddie, don’t— don’t die on me, okay? Please. We haven’t— We haven’t gotten to the good part yet, asshole. You have to stay awake.”

You shift him in your arms, trying to sit him up more when he slumps. He does little to fight you. He doesn’t have the strength to anymore.

“‘M sorry, babe,” you hear him whisper.

“No— No, don’t— Don’t fucking say that,” you scold bitterly, less angry at him and more at the rest of the world. It should’ve been you lying here, after all, not him. You’d trade places in a heartbeat if you could. “You can’t die, you asshole! How am I supposed to— fucking— keep going without you annoying the living shit outta me?”

“Henderson’ll annoy you for the both of us,” he manages to joke as life spills from the weeping wounds on his stomach.

“Fuck that. It’s not the same— I need you, Eddie. I need you, okay? I can’t— I can’t fucking live without you,” you cry over his pale, bloodied body.

You hear yelling and a set of rushed footsteps. “Eddie!” Dustin calls as he dashes down the decrepit porch steps of the old home — with Steve, Nancy, and Robin following close behind.

The sight of them makes you sigh. Your chest starts to sparkle with a hope you’d thought you lost — damn near aching when Eddie’s glassy eyes flutter open once more. 

The fucker grins weakly up at you. “I knew you had a crush on me, babe.”

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

fem!reader face sitting/riding ethan please omg im going insane

Hi! I hope you like it:) ty for your request!

Candy - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: You slept in, so instead of going to class, your boyfriend wants you to sit on his face.

A/N: I'll admit it, I blushed when I wrote this.

You were up late studying at Ethan’s, so he asked you to stay over rather than you trying to drive home in the early morning hours. When you woke up next to him as the sunlight peered through the gap in the curtain, you immediately sat up, frantically checking the time on your phone.

“Fuck, Ethan! It’s almost one!” you yelled, freaking out because your class started in less than 15 minutes.

“Hey, calm down. There’s no way we’ll make it in time,” he said, so nonchalantly that you were questioning what happened to the Ethan that wouldn’t stop stressing about school last night.

“This is the last class before finals, don’t you think we need to at least try to get there?” you asked, anxiety present in your voice.

“Babe, stop stressing. There’s nothing we can do about it,” he said, tiredness evident in his voice, “Just ask that guy that won’t stop trying to flirt with you if we actually missed anything.”

“I thought you didn’t like it when I talked to him?” you giggled, starting to calm down. Ethan was right, there’s no way you’d make it in time, so why freak out about something you can’t fix?

“I don’t, because I know he wants you. But, if it keeps us from having to retake the class, I’m okay with it,” he said, rubbing lazy circles on your back as his eyes remained closed.

“Well, do you want to go get food or something, then? I want to feel like I’m doing something with my day,” you said, looking over to see him smirking.

“I know something we can do,” he said, reaching for your hips.

“Don’t try to insinuate things you’re too tired for,” you said, smiling at him. His half-opened eyes met your alert ones.

“I’m never too tired for that,” he said, trying to sit up. “Orrr, you could just sit on my face.”

You felt your panties dampen at his words. The lusty tone in his half-sleepy voice wasn’t helping, either.

“What if I suffocate you?” you joked, and he started to laugh.

“If I die with my head between your thighs, I die happy.”

His hands started to run up your thighs, caressing them with the tips of his fingers.

“Come on, baby. Take your panties off,” he said, trying to convince you.

You shimmied them down your thighs, leaving you in only one of Ethan’s shirts.

“I’m still worried I’m going to hurt you,” you said, knowing how hard your thighs like to clench together when you cum.

“You won’t, babe. Come here,” he said, and you finally decided to give in.

Your nerves were still there as you straddled him, but way lower than he wanted you to be. You gasped at the feeling of his hard cock under his sweatpants against you.

“Can you just bring your cute ass up here?” he asked, reaching out for you.

You slowly scooted up his body, and once you got closer to his mouth, his arms wrapped around your thighs. You squealed at the feeling. “Just relax, babe. I really want you to get into this, okay?” You nodded at him.

You were still hovering over his mouth, and he wasn’t satisfied with that, so he used his strong arms to fully seat you on his face.

“Oh fuck, Ethan,” you whined as he lazily ate you out. He kept repeating the same action of him dipping his tongue inside of your core, then gliding it up to circle your clit.

He wasn’t trying to rush it, wanting to taste you as long as he could, but you started to get impatient.

“Baby, please go faster,” you said through your labored breathing, as you moved away from his mouth for a minute so he could catch his breath.

“No, I told you I wanted you to get into this. You know what to do, babe,” he said, pulling you back over his mouth with his arms.

He went just as slow, so you started to move your dripping pussy against his tongue.

“Oh shit,” you whined, the stimulation making your legs jolt. You grabbed the headboard as you grinded against him.

He was getting more into it, moaning into your pussy as your thighs started to shake against his head. He licked you faster as you started to feel your orgasm creeping up.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” you whimpered, as your hips started moving erratically against him.

You couldn’t control what you were doing, your orgasm so intense that you were sure the headboard would crumble with how hard your hands were gripping it.

Your body started to relax as you moved off of Ethan, who was desperately trying to catch his breath.

“Baby, why didn’t you stop me?” you scolded, running your hand over his chest.

“Remember that thing I said about dying between your thighs? I meant that,” he laughed. “Plus, it’s not my fault your pussy tastes better than candy.”

[luveline]

𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary jealousy makes people do crazy things. when steve finds out you’re going on a date with eddie munson, he devises a plan involving one pair of binoculars, one robin, four adopted children and an important question. [7k]

warnings gn!reader, ditzy reader, protective steve, childhood friends to lovers, pining steve, mutual pining, fluff, love confessions, slight hurt/comfort, soft steve, steves pov, eddie fucking munson ♡ tw for toaster bathtub joke

𓆩❤︎𓆪

Steve knows you're outside not because you told him you'd be visiting him at work today, but because you're talking to yourself. You quieten as you pull open the door, a smile on your face that hasn't changed since he first met you in the third grade. Some kid had pushed you down and when he'd asked if you were okay you'd smiled just like that, like you hadn't been pushed at all. 

"What are you talking about?" he asks lightly. 

You stop in the middle of the store and blink. "What?" 

He skirts around the front desk and wraps you up in a hug. You're still at first like you usually are, though you slowly relax under his touch and hug back. 

"What were you saying? Before you came in?" he asks, rubbing your back with both arms. 

"Um… I don't really remember." 

Steve holds you at arm's length to assess your face. You're lying to him. He can tell from the way your top lip twitches towards your nose, almost pouting. 

You drop your arms from his waist and take a step back. Steve has years of knowledge on your whims and whiles and is reluctant to let you move away from him just yet, his hand clasped loosely around your wrist. 

You smile and your hands float at your sides like lily pads bobbing in the air. He decides not to pry, returning to his station behind the Family Video desk. You hop up onto the counter and watch him from over your shoulder. 

"Where's Robin?" you ask. 

"I'm starting to think you like her more than me." 

You smile at him softly and he doesn't know what it means. It's alarming. Robin appears from the backroom before he can work himself up over it, a crate of tapes in her arms. 

She groans as she puts them down on the counter. "I miss Scoops Ahoy." 

"Cute uniforms," you mumble.

"It's not the uniforms I miss," Robin says, letting her forehead fall to the counter. "My arms hurt. I'm not cut out for manual labour. If Steve were a better man he'd do all the heavy lifting for me." 

"Where's the equality in that?" Steve asks, looking to you to see if he's made you laugh. 

He has. Your lips quirk up into a startled smile as a rush of breath escapes you, a lilting miracle of sound. 

He realises then that he's doing something he's not allowed to do and decides to be a better man. "I'll do the rest, Robs." 

Robin looks up, surprised at his charity. "You will?" she asks, not trusting his genuineness. 

"Sure. Keep Y/N entertained while I'm gone." 

Once he's securely in the backroom he starts to freak out. He's been harbouring a mess of feelings for you ever since he hit puberty but has discarded them time and time again. Your friendship is longstanding and special to him, even when closeness with you has been hard to obtain. Not because you're purposefully distant, but because you're a total dreamer. 

Head in the clouds your entire life, Steve has wrangled through hoops to try and protect you from bullies, from bad friends, from your own distraction; you forget to eat, you're lucky you graduated because your attention span for anything that doesn't interest you is non-existent, and you hate parties so your circle is a closed loop consisting of just Steve. 

Now you've both graduated there's a lot of time to be spent together. 

Steve is suffering through it. His life feels like a constant game of look but don't touch. 

That might be unfair. He's definitely very touchy. 

You're giggling to yourself as he carries the second box of tapes in and heaves it down by the first. Robin's laughter is much more evil. 

"What's funny?" he asks suspiciously. 

"I'm giving Y/N tips." 

"Tips?" he asks, so used to Robin's absurdity that he starts to unpack his second box, elbows brushing Robin's as she hums. 

"Mm-hm." She taps her nails over a plastic case and leans towards him. "Boy tips." 

"And what would you know about boys?" he asks her. 

"I'm not stupid. Boys are like… frogs." 

"Frogs," Steve repeats dryly. 

"Slimey. Predictable. Easily disected." 

"Green," you say seriously. 

Steve chokes on a laugh and drops the tape in his hand back into the box of new arrivals to cover his mouth with a fist. 

"Babe, what?" he asks. 

You look at him and shake your head lightly. He knows he's not gonna get any answers from you, trying for nonchalance as he asks, "Boy tips? For who?" 

"They have a date." 

"You do?" Steve asks you. He almost snaps his neck. Robin coughs to cover a laugh.

A knife in his chest. Twisting. Steve's definitely been stabbed. He looks down to his sternum and doesn't find a wound.  

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks, pretending that's why his lungs have exploded. He's gonna suffocate to death any second now. 

"I didn't think you'd have any boy tips," you say, clearly surprised at his surprise. 

Whatever. Steve takes a huge breath in through his nose and becomes your friend again, rather than a jealous idiot. 

"Y/N," he says, "I don't know if you've noticed, but I am a boy." 

"I've noticed." 

"So I know what boys like." 

"No, you know what you like," Robin says. "You don't know what Eddie Munson likes. You're different genres." 

"You're going on a date with Eddie Munson?" he asks you, almost shouting. Not his smoothest moment.

"Friday," you say, in the sometimes infuriating way that you do, like you have no indication that he's shocked. And he's shocked. 

"When did he ask you out?" Steve asks. 

Robin smirks behind her hand. Steve would love it if she had, like, a miniscule amount of compassion. An atom's worth, for his struggle.  

"I asked him," you say. 

Steve needs to flee. He can't because he would look insanely obvious so he cracks on his customer service smile and tries to stop asking questions. 

He fails. "You like Eddie Munson?"

"I don't know. That's why I'm going on a date." 

An insane wave of jealousy sloshes around inside him. Or maybe the slurpee he'd had a half hour ago. Whatever it is, he's nauseous. 

He's also confused (a common theme when it comes to you.) He'd had no clue you were dating, or looking to date, no clue this was a lane that was open. And you're so pretty, so magnetic, so disgustingly special and this Munson kid is gonna snap you right up if he has any sense at all. 

Steve isn't proud of anything that he does next. 

"I heard he's a drug dealer," he says. 

Your eyes are wide. Not in horror, as he'd hoped, but puzzlement. "Is he?" 

"For sure. The devil's lettuce, Mary Jane, marijuana, everything." 

"I thought they were all the same," you say, perplexed, your voice like an ebbing wave. 

They are all the same. He was hoping you didn't know that. "Right. What if he gets you hooked on something?" 

Robin frowns at him. "Since when are you so judgemental? We've been high together. Like, fifty times." 

He steps on her foot. Robin, unused to him fighting back so quickly, gasps in outrage and steps on his foot right back. What ensues is an undignified battle of shoes that has him throwing his arm out and hitting her in the stomach. 

"What's your problem?" she asks, eyebrows pinched. 

He holds his hands up in surrender. "Sorry! I think you broke my foot." 

He flinches when he remembers you're there and watching, only you're not there and you're definitely not watching, having made your way to the two boxes of new movies on the counter. You're sorting through them slowly and singing something to yourself under your breath so quietly he can barely decipher the words. The loudest part is your inhales, familiar, small intakes of air. 

"I told them boys like it when you slip them the tongue," Robin whispers smugly.

Steve steps on her foot again and gets promptly slapped in the arm, hard enough to ache. 

Later, when Robin's left and the store's finally closing and you're waiting at the door for Steve to drive you home, he tries to slander Eddie again. He almost feels bad. 

"You know he's still in high school, right? Isn't that a little young for you?" he asks. 

He flicks up the collar of his jacket and switches off the neon lights. You hold the door open, leaning against it with your back arched, like a doll that's fallen down. He pokes the naked skin you've accidentally exposed, a taunting sliver of hip, as he walks past you. 

"He's twenty." 

Again, Steve knew that. He was just hoping you didn't. 

"The whole still being in high-school thing doesn't bug you?" he asks as he locks the door. 

You shift from foot to foot beside him, cold now that the sun has disappeared for the night. You shove your hands deep into your pockets and kick the floor. 

"I don't know," you say. 

He feels bad for trying to dissuade you when you sound like that, insecure. 

Despite his selfish wants, he says, "No, I mean. It's totally fine. You're the same age." 

"Right," you agree quickly. 

"Right," he echoes. 

The two of you climb into the BMW and the silence feels unnatural. Conversation between the two of you has always been easy. Now it's stilted. 

He sighs, scrubbing a hand through his hair furiously and starting the car. 

"You know… I've heard he's really nice," he says. 

You perk up. "Yeah?" 

"He's in a band, too. A rock band. You like that stuff. You'd be good together," he says, unconvincing even to himself.

Each word could be demonstrated as a plier held to his teeth, slowly pulling. It's agony to stick up for his competitor. No, he corrects himself, not a competitor, because you don't like him. Steve's alone in his pining. 

"I don't know about all that," you whisper. 

"You don't have to be nervous, okay? I'm sure he's a nice guy and that you'll have fun." 

You don't seem very cheered up. 

He unclenches his jaw and sneaks a look at you. You're picking the hemming of your long sleeve with a thoughtful look in place. Steve thinks, Fuck, they must really like him. 

"Seriously, babe." 

You drop your head against your shoulder. "Can I sleep at your place?" 

He should say no. "Yeah, of course you can." 

"I think there's a racoon living in my attic." 

"I'll come take a look tomorrow." 

"Thank you." 

You tumble out of the car and up the gravel to Steve's house, unlocking the door with a practised ease before running up the stairs. Steve follows with little urgency behind you. 

"Babe?" he asks, closing the door behind him.

"I need the bathroom," you call. 

Steve nods and beelines for the kitchen, looking for something to make that you'll enjoy and that won't take a year off of your life expectancies. If Steve were by himself he'd skip dinner or order something greasy, but he thinks you should have a proper meal.  

He's got a can of soup warming over the burner when you come back down, having switched your outfit for something comfy, clothes you keep in the bottom of his wardrobe for such occasions. 

"Pee your pants?" he asks, grinning. 

You hit your hip into his on purpose and hoist yourself onto the counter to watch him stir. 

"Watch it! Can't you see I'm performing a culinary miracle?" 

"It smells nice." Your face floods with happiness.

"It's your favourite one." 

"They don't sell my favourite in Bradley's anymore." 

"It was at the back of the cabinet. Might get food poisoning," he says. 

He's lying through his teeth – he'd gone up to some fancy Indianapolis grocery store and bought a fuck load. He prays that your attention stays on him and not the cabinet behind your head where evidence of his affection hides in wait. 

"Yum," you say.

"There's ciabatta in the bread bin. Do you want, like, the works?" 

"Balsamic vinegar," you nod your head sagely. "Yes." 

He feels a tendril of fondness curl around his heart. 

-

Fed and watered you crawl into Steve's bed like you always do, smack dab in the middle, sheets pulled up to your nose. Your moaning nonsense to yourself about being greedy and evil demons that cause bloating. 

"I told you to slow down," he murmurs as he climbs in beside you, the two of you smelling like spearmint toothpaste. 

Your hands smell like soap as you bat at him uselessly. "Shut up, Steve." 

He moves onto his back and sighs. "You have such an attitude problem."

"I do not."

He throws his hand out fast and squeezes your sensitive waist. You gasp and pull away, giggling as his hand chases you. He digs his fingers into your ribs until you're panting for air, your legs kicking him away from you. 

"Stop, Steve. Steve, Steve, Stevie, please stop." Your words are garbled with laughter. 

"I can't hear you." 

"Stop!" you cry out. "Please." 

He pulls his hand away and feels smug at how little effort it took to get you that badly. "I didn't know you could shout that loudly, babe." 

"Only for you," you say, catching your breath. 

Steve feels his cheeks go red. Physically feels the blood blossom under his skin. He clears his throat and turns away from you, flicking off the light fast so you can't see his embarrassment clear as day. 

You calm your breathing and Steve calms his heart. After a few minutes there's a dead silence. Not even the sound of a passing car. 

"It's so quiet," you say. 

"It was." 

Your hand at his back. He suppresses chills as your knuckles move over the dip of his spine and then over, your palm smoothing down his arm until you find his hand. Another one of your quirks when you're tired and dizzy with content, you search for his fingers and twine them with your own as you talk. 

"Thanks for dinner. You're a better cook than you'd think, Steve. S'like being at Enzo's but with none of the tables and chairs. Or the music." 

He rubs his thumb gently over the back of your hand where it rests on his thighs and chuckles. "I'll give the chef your compliments." 

"Thank you." 

Another stretch of silence, broken up only by the sound of your breathing. Steve's more familiar with your breathing than his own. He thinks of nights where he'd feigned sleep and watched the rise and fall of your chest through barely parted lashes. 

With his back to you it's easy to pretend you're more than friends. He pulls your joined hands to his chest and worries your skin with the pad of his thumb, a thousand thoughts rattling around his brain. 

"Y/N," Steve says suddenly, unsure if you're still awake. 

"What?" you ask quietly.

"Don't listen to Robin, okay? Don't… don't try and tongue kiss Munson the first time." 

You inhale weirdly. "I won't." 

"Good." He moves your hand back to your chest and drops it gently. "Goodnight," he says.

You don't say anything back. 

-

Dustin sits under the Family Video desk with his radio contraption that Steve doesn't understand, him and Robin having entered a surprisingly easy conversation. Less surprising upon discovering the topic: Steve's ineptitude, Steve's idiocy, Steve's hopelessness. 

"I feel sorry for him," Dustin says conversationally. 

"Really sorry for him." 

"Because it's his third snub in as many years-" 

"And that's not counting each Scoops Ahoy disaster-" 

"Exactly. And, it's like, going on how many years of being friends?" Dustin asks. 

"Twelve," Steve says, resigned to his fate and feeling very pathetic where he manually ticks through returns on the computer. He doesn't even look up. 

"Twelve years to make a move and now he's too late," Dustin says. 

"Well, never say never," Robin says, her voice high. 

Steve frowns and looks through the screen for a moment before turning his gaze over his shoulder to where Robin lounges on the floor, legs crossed and a book between her thighs.

"What?" he asks. 

"What?" she repeats. 

They stare at each other. Steve's expression changes from depressed to incensed.

"Oh my god, you know something." 

"I don't know anything." 

They stare at each other more. Steve doesn't believe her even slightly. He knows Robin. They've been friends for an entire year by this point. Steve would even say that they're best friends. He knows when she's lying. 

"'Never say never?'" he quotes. 

Dustin has stopped messing with his technology to watch. His head moves one way and then the other like he's following a tennis ball, his brown curls bouncing around his ears. 

"It's a common saying-" Robin defends. 

"But why did you say it?"

Tense silence.

"You do know something," Dustin says. Excitement gives his face a boyish charm.

Robin closes the book between her thighs and smiles awkwardly. Steve feels his heart leap into his throat when she tilts her head to the side guiltily and sighs. 

"Shit," she mutters. 

-

Operation Stakeout is redundant, according to Mike. 

"An operation and a stakeout are basically the same thing," he mutters.

"That's not true," Dustin says, know-it-all tone in play. "A stakeout is always an operation but operations aren't always stakeouts." 

Lucas eats a handful of chips noisily. Max groans. 

"It feels redundant," Robin says. 

"It's about to feel jeopardised," Steve says scathingly, forcing her head back down where the six of them hide behind a trimmed hedge outside Enzo's. 

"When's it my turn with the binoculars?" Robin asks. 

"Never," Dustin says. There isn't a trace of sympathy in his voice. 

"Sexism?" she wonders to herself. 

Max snatches the binoculars from Dustin’s hand and brings them to her eyes, looking through the painted window of Hawkins best Italian restaurant for any sign of you and your date. 

They must look like a group of idiots. Half the gang are in dark clothing where Mike, Robin and Max had all refused to bother. Dustin had brought a camouflage net and strewn it over their heads, though most of them had shrugged it off, holding it to their shoulders like a terrible blanket. 

Steve waits impatiently for Max's report. 

"There they are," Max says. 

He can't himself as he springs up and searches for you. They'd all watched secretly as you'd arrived and met Munson outside. He scrubbed up well. It boiled Steve's blood. In a totally fun, carefree way because he's being very normal about this whole thing. You know, if you ignore Operation Stakeout. 

"Where?" 

He holds his hand out for the binoculars and Max drops them heavily into his palm. Steve almost blinds himself as he brings them to his eyes, squinting for a glance at you.

"Toward the left." 

"They're ordering," he says. 

"They're on a date," Mike says. 

Lucas makes a sad sound and eats more chips. Steve feels a sharp wave of pity for him though he quickly forgets it in favour of the look on your face. You're smiling wide but insincerely. 

"Y/N is not having a good time," he says happily. "Is it evil to feel relieved?" 

"Yes," a few voices say. 

Dustin shrugs. "Let's hope Eddie makes them cry. Or the other way around."  

"Dude." There's a silent conversation that Steve isn't privy to then that ends with Lucas and Dustin shoving each other. 

"Why are we expecting this to end badly?" Max asks. "Because I'm still not convinced." 

Steve watches you reach for your drink and tries not to recant his explanation with any bias. Tries. "Y/N doesn't like Munson." 

"We already knew that, to be fair," Robin says, still trying to defend you now that she'd possibly exposed your secret. Guilt is a new look on her. 

"Right, but not liking Eddie and liking Steve are two different things," Max says. 

"Well, why wouldn't you like Eddie?" Dustin says. 

"If you like him so much why don't you marry him?" Steve asks, deadpan. 

"Shut up." 

"I know who I'd choose," Max says. 

Steve waits for a follow up because he has no clue who Max would choose. When she doesn't answer he peels his gaze from your upturned mouth and finds that the rest of the group are giving Max the same curious look. 

"What?" she asks furiously. "One is clearly more attractive." 

"Which one, Maxine?" Steve asks. 

"Eddie," Mike and Dustin say. 

"Steve," Robin and Lucas say. 

Max is saved from having to answer by the ensuing argument. They can both drive. Steve is wealthy - "Generationally!" - where Eddie's less so. Steve graduated - "Barely!" - and Eddie's in his third senior year. 

"He's in a band," Robin says unhappily, like she's sad that Steve isn't measuring up. 

"Have you heard them play? Steve's definitely winning," Lucas says. 

"Steve doesn't know who Gollum is," Dustin points out. "He's, like, socially misplaced." 

"Does Y/N?" Max asks. 

The group ponders. Robin takes the binoculars from Steve's hands and aims them at you again. "Wait, did Eddie get the carbonara? That's a point for Steve." 

"It's an Italian staple!" Dustin defends.

"You'd think a cult leader would order something a little more adventurous." 

"Hellfire isn't a cult, Steve, don't be fucking offensive." 

"Okay, watch your mouth, Henderson," Steve says testily. 

His knees ache from hiding and his hands are frigid. It's dark enough for Lucas to switch on a torch as he offers Max his pringles. She wrinkles her nose in disgust and the poor guy looks dejected beyond words. 

A disgruntled old lady complains behind them at having to walk around them. Mike complains louder. "This is pointless." 

"It's not pointless," Steve says. 

"Yes, it is." 

"No, it isn't." He glares at Mike. 

"It totally is! You're wasting our night to perv on someone who couldn't be less interested in you." 

"I didn't ask you to come!" Steve shouts.

"I wanted to see you be wrong in person," he says. 

Steve sighs because maybe he is wrong. He doesn't know what he believes anymore. He's working on the tiniest evidence that you like him, a slip of the tongue. 

When you'd walked into Family Video a few days ago and asked Robin for 'boy tips', you'd said something suspicious. Steve doesn't think you know what you said. Robin thinks you're both idiots, though she thinks you're pathetic in the loveable way and Steve the pathetic way. 

"Why Eddie?" Robin had asked you while he was hidden away in the backroom. "I didn't know you liked the rock and roll type. I was thinking, like, Steve's calibre. Homegrown boy next door who's a little misguided." 

"Well, Steve's never gonna ask me out," you'd said. 

"Thank god for that," Robin had joked awkwardly. Steve doesn't hold it against her. 

When she'd relayed the conversation to him he'd been happy at first, because in most situations this would imply that you're waiting for it. That you want him to ask you out. 

But you're not like most people, and you might've meant Steve in place of someone like Steve. 

"I don't think he's wrong," Dustin says now. 

"You're the same IQ," Mike says. 

"You might be right, Wheeler," Steve huffs, holding his hands out for a turn. Robin passes them obligingly. "Y/N's so literal. They might've just been stating the obvious." 

"Or maybe they thought Robin was implying they liked Steve and got defensive," Max adds. 

"Or maybe it's exactly like it sounds and they have a crush on Steve," Lucas says. He wilts under Max's fierce scowl. "Or maybe they were being defensive." 

"Defensive isn't really their style," Steve says, not sure what side he's on, sick with hope.

"What is their style?" Mike asks. "Delusion?" 

"Shut the fuck up, man," Steve says. 

"You're such an asshole sometimes," Max says. 

They dissolve into bickering and Steve spies on you, watching through the binoculars with one eye pinched closed as you set down your cutlery. You're laughing. 

Steve pulls the binoculars from his face and feels maybe every stage of grief as he hands them off to Dustin. "Mike's right, we're wasting the night here. If Y/N liked me, we wouldn't be camped outside Enzo's right now under the world's most threadbare throw blanket." 

Mike clears his throat, and Steve knows he must have sounded pathetic when he, at odds with the cold indifference he usually sports, says, "I mean… People are complicated. El broke up with me last summer because my grandma died." 

"That is not why," Max says. She sounds like she wants to be mad but can't manage it. She sounds about as happy as she has all year, so Steve decides maybe the night isn't totally wasted. 

"Your grandma died?" Lucas asks.

"No." 

"He just grabbed Y/N's hand," Dustin announces, one eye pressed to the binoculars. 

His head is smushed against Lucas', who peers into the binoculars with his opposite eye and hums thoughtfully. "More of a caress than a grab." 

Steve snatches the binoculars. "Give me that," he demands. 

"You still haven't explained the spying," Max says. 

Steve finds you in the restaurant. Your hand is extended across the table. You're twisting the rings around Eddie's fingers, saying something he doesn't have the talent to lip read. 

"I thought that," he starts, morose, heart stomped on with every second you spend fawning over Munson's rock star hands, "if Y/N likes me, the date would be a total failure." 

"Right, like halfway through the date Y/N was gonna have this amazing epiphany and come crashing through the doors, like a rom-com," Robin continues. 

"That's stupid," Mike says. 

Steve agrees with him. It's stupid to expect you to throw away a good chance at happiness and keep a candle burning for him instead when he's never showed any interest in you before. But, in his defense, he didn't know he was allowed. 

"Whatever," he sighs. "I'm sick of thinking about it. Let's just go home." 

There's an awkward silence then where everyone feels sorry for him and nobody knows what to say. 

"Plenty of fi-" Lucas starts, voice lilted up in question until he's socked hard in the arm. He clears his throat. "Plenty of time left. On the clock. We can go get food?" 

"Steve needs ice cream," Robin says cheerily. He scrubs his face until his eyes hurt as she continues. "He needs to eat through the heartbreak. Ice cream, pizza, moon cakes, cheese balls." She turns to him fully. "I'm really sorry your love life is so sad, but look on the bright side! You now have an excuse to watch Splash on repeat." 

"Oh, goodie," he says. 

He gets a round of sympathetic shoulder pats and then everyone starts to pack Dustin's spy equipment and the snacks away. There's a pounding headache between Steve's eyes and his back pops in three places as he stands. He's getting too old for shit like this. I need to go home and sleep for twelve hours, he decides. And have a self flagellating bubble bath. With a toaster.

"Shit, they're coming out." 

They dive back behind the bush. Steve locks eyes with Robin. She holds her hand over her mouth as the door to Enzo's creaks open. 

"What size are you?" Eddie's asking. 

"I don't know. Do I have to wear the shirt?" 

A handsome laugh. "No, you don't have to. It's just for club morale. Plus, it's pretty sick." 

"It's not sick, it's cute." 

"No, no." He's being so nice it makes Steve feel terrible for wishing bad things upon him. "Not bad sick. Good sick, like awesome." 

"Right," you laugh. 

Robin starts to lift her head. Steve shakes his vehemently, begging her not to. She does anyways, her eyes shifting up over the green hedge line. He tugs her shoulder urgently. 

Robin starts to push against his face with her hands. It's increasingly difficult to fight her silently, especially when she smacks him straight in the soft part of his nose. 

He winces and covers his face with both hands. God, are you there? He thinks urgently. It's me, Steve. 

Robin gasps. 

Five sets of eyes whip to her and Steve yanks her hard to the ground, covering her mouth with his hand. She licks his palm and Steve throws himself back, sprawled on the ground with his elbows stinging, his heart hammering because there's no way you didn't hear all that. He waits to be caught. 

"I'll get it printed for you. Everyone has one. Like a uniform."

"Thanks for dinner," you say. 

"You're welcome. I'll see you on Friday, yeah?" 

"Yes. Thank you, Eddie."

Your voices stop. Steve lets himself collapse onto the sidewalk beneath, hair crushed under his neck. Your date must've gone pretty fucking well if you're going on another. 

Robin's face above him. Her hair hangs down, blocking slices of her face from view. 

"Don't sulk, Steve." 

He glares at her. "You heard that, right? They're going on another date. Leave me here to die." 

Robin's beaming. "Steve." 

"It's too late. I should've- I don't know why I thought this was a good idea. I'm a loser." 

"Could you stop feeling sorry for yourself for a second?" she asks. 

"What's the point?" 

"Steve," Robin laughs. "They didn't kiss." He swallows around the dryness in his mouth. "They didn't kiss," she repeats. "Eddie tried it, but…"

"Total head turn," Dustin says, the top of his head touching Robin's as he comes to stand over Steve, his shoes at Steve's shoulder.

"Doesn't mean anything. They're still going on another date," Steve says. 

"Dummy," Max says, joining the two hovering above him. 

Mike and Lucas join soon after. "You're definitely a loser-" Mike says. 

"Dude." 

"If you don't try," Mike finishes. 

Steve looks up into the circle of their faces. They look super weird from this angle. Too happy. It's never a good thing when they're all smiling the way that they are. Hope in this family turns into stupid decisions. 

"The head turn was on purpose?" he asks. 

He's crushed by their hesitation. 

"Well, it's Y/N," Robin sighs. She rolls her eyes at his expression. "Nah, I'm messing with you. It was definitely on purpose." 

He covers his face with his hands and stares at his friend's through parted fingers. "Shit." 

A ruckus of laughter and smiles as Robin offers a hand to pull him up off of the ground. "Alright, come on, dingus, we have work to do." 

"Work?" he asks. 

"T-minus six days and… twenty two hours until their second date," Dustin says, checking his watch. "Six days to make a move, Harrington. Can you do it?" 

-

It only takes him three. 

Saturday and Sunday are spent feeling sorry for himself and sick with worry that he can't make a move or that his move won't be reciprocated. 

But then he sees you on Monday and can't really stand it anymore. You'd turned your head. You hadn't let Eddie kiss you. 

Steve needs to know if you'll let him. 

You're all in blue today with your eyebrows pinched up, looking sad. He knows from experience that you aren't sad at all, only thinking, sitting on the hood of his car with your legs pulled up. You're demure. You're probably an angel. 

"How long have you been out here?" he asks, coming to a stop in front of you. 

"I'm too afraid to come see you," you say. It's more honest than Steve had been expecting. Certainly more straightforward than you tend to be. 

"You're seeing me now." 

You look up into his face. The sun behind you, your face in shadow and your hair kissed by golden light, you open your hands over your thighs. Steve thinks of Lovers Lake, the Victoria flowers bobbing on the surface. Green, soft cups over dark water. 

"I'm seeing you," you say. 

You twist your fingers together and the lily pad turns to a water lily, your fingertips a tight bud. 

You're nervous.

Steve crosses his arms over his chest and leans back slightly to take you in. 

He lifts his chin at you. "How did your date go?" he asks. 

"It was okay. Eddie's a nice guy. He's… interesting." 

"Yeah?" 

You hum. "Why are you asking me?" 

"We're friends. I want to know if you had fun." 

You shrug your shoulders and turn your haze to the hood of the BMW, scratching your nail over an imperfection he can't see. 

Steve's unnerved to see you so still. He waits for your legs to kick or for your hands to fidget, to wear holes into the hem of your shirt. 

"I don't think we're friends, Stevie," you say finally. 

He actually feels mad. It shocks him, but he does, and he won't shy away from it. "Why did you ask Munson on a date?" 

"He can drive. He's nice to girls. He's good looking." You stop scratching but don't look at him. Your ankle swings towards his car, stops before it hits the front bumper. 

Your answers hurt his feelings, little pinpricks of annoyance? Jealousy? He doesn't know what he feels. He was hoping you'd say something reassuring. 

He kicks himself quickly. You're not going to reassure him because you don't know he needs to be reassured. You don't know anything because he hasn't told you. 

You mumble something too low for him to hear. 

"What?" he asks gently. "I can't hear you." 

"I asked him because I thought if-" You stop. Steve watches your hesitation turn to distress and steps forward to take your wringing hands into his. 

"Don't do that," he says quietly. 

You stop rubbing your wrists. "I'm trying to tell you." 

"I know you are. Don't wind yourself up over it. Tell me slowly." He doesn't like this expression you're wearing. So unlike you. He wants to see your quiet face again, your features settled, your eyes bright. He bends at the waist to talk to you. "What did you think?" 

"I thought if anybody in the world could make you jealous, it would be Eddie." 

He works your clenched fingers open, rubbing his thumbs over the small creases in your skin. His heart thrums in his chest.

He smiles at you. "Now why do you wanna make me jealous?" he asks fondly, a hint of smugness creeping in. 

You raise your eyes to his and squeeze his hands. "Steve," you say pleadingly. "Don't be cruel." 

"About what?" he asks, his eyebrows pinched together in confusion.

"I know that I'm- I'm stupid, and distracted and-and I miss things, and-" 

"Hey. That's not true." 

You overflow.

"No, it is, it's true." You pull your hands out of his grip and cross them over your torso. Your eyes squint in efforts to stop the tears he can see gathering from spilling over, and your mouth twists up into a bitter smile. "Everyone says so. I- I don't know why I thought you would like me back." 

"You like me?" he asks weakly. 

You stop. "I thought you knew." 

Steve's eyes flit in disbelief from your eyes to your lips, wondering if you've truly just said what you said. 

Fine, whatever, he can be brave too. "If I tried to kiss you, would you let me?" he asks. 

The upset wanes from your face and is replaced by a lighter kind of lovely. You pout. "Why would you ask me that?" 

"Do you want me to kiss you?" he tries again. 

"I don't know what the right answer is." 

"I could…" Steve taps under your chin with his knuckle and lifts your face to his, eyes skipping between yours, the circle of your pupils dilated and shining. "I could never be cruel with you." 

You wrap your hand around the crook of his elbow. 

Understanding moves between you. He can pinpoint two realisations on your face as they happen. The first, that he isn't toying with you. That Steve had no idea how you felt, and that he hadn't known you were trying to make him jealous. The second, that you're about to be kissed. 

"You were right," he says, his thumb sliding over the apple of your cheek. 

"About what?" you ask, your eyes restless, clicking over each of his features in turn and getting caught on his lips.

He leans in, your mouths an inch apart. "Your date with Munson – I was jealous. But it's not about him. It's about you. You could've," he stops to laugh, bringing his second hand to the curve of your neck, "could've gone on a date with Keith and I would've been sick with it." 

"Really?" you ask. 

"Mm-hm," he hums lightly. 

Your eyes close. Steve hesitates still, can't believe that he hasn't moved in, but he needs to say it.

"If I tried to kiss you, would you let me?" he asks again, voice barely louder than a whisper. 

"Yeah, I'd let you."

His hands tremble with anticipation, a long time spent longing. He moves in, his ears pricked at the sound of your sweet inhale. A hitch, the same sound you make when you sleep beside him. The same sound you make when you're dreaming. 

He spreads his hand over your thigh and kisses you. 

Your lips are soft as a downy feather beneath his. You're shy, moving back as he moves forward, pliant under his guiding. He pets the juncture of your neck soothingly and pulls back fast, a short, chaste kiss. His lips burn. 

"Again?" you ask. 

He wades in carefully, worried to overwhelm you. You're like a wave cresting sand, falling back to push forward quickly. He's so elated to have his kiss returned that he sighs into you, palm spread wide over the dough of your thigh and squeezing carefully. He can feel your smile grow, your lips parting with it, the kiss inadvertently deepening. 

You pull back. "I'm sorry." 

His eyebrows furrow and he shakes his head. "For what?" he asks, rubbing your thigh. 

"Boys don't like it when you slip them the tongue on the first kiss." 

He blinks owlishly and has to step away from you to stop from laughing in your face, never at you, but laugh all the same. He smothers it with a cough and then doesn't bother, chuckling as he stands between your legs and throws his arms around you in a steel-armed hug. 

You giggle and bring your forearms to the back of his head. Your wrist craned, you sift your fingertips through his hair, nails running over his scalp fleetingly. 

"Right," he says. "Duh." 

"I remembered," you say, sounding infinitely pleased with yourself. 

He feels the heat of your body sink into his and wants to scream. The indescribable heat of your kiss plays over his chest, snaking tendrils. He feels weightless. 

"The second kiss though," he says. Strictly informative. "They don't mind it, the second time."

He moves his head away from yours to meet your eyes. They're lit with mirth. 

"Don't mind it, huh?" you ask knowingly. 

His cheeks ache with a grin as he pulls you back in. 

-

"You know, I saw you spying outside Enzo's," you say much later, your head tucked into Steve's chest.

He didn't know but he's not surprised. "Gonna cancel your date?" he asks.

"What date?"

"On Friday?" 

"That isn't a date. I joined Hellfire Club." 

Oh my god, he thinks. Eddie fucking Munson. "You're gonna have to kiss me again," he says morosely. He cheers up considerably quickly as you lift your chin, beaming.

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catching stepbro!jj jacking off and helping him🤭🤭 STOP SUB!JJ TOO

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it was one thing to catch your stepbrother jerking off: mildly embarrassing (okay…majorly embarrassing) but he was only human and you’d be lying if you said there weren’t a couple close calls the other way around as well.

its another thing to catch him using your underwear.

when you barged into his room (for what you cant even remember now) you were frozen at the sight in front of you; jj with his thick dick wrapped in your little gingham panties. he tried to explain himself stuttering and fumbling over his words, “i- look- sweetheart i know this looks bad i know it does but i just…fuck i know its wrong but i just need you so bad and i-.” you dont say anything for a while, just leaning on his now closed door sweeping your eyes over him.

jj look…good. beyond good. he looked so fuckin hot; lips wet, face tinged pink and his cock leaking a stain into the crotch of your underwear. you cant help but tremble, squeezing your thighs together to alleviate the pressure. “you think about me a lot jayj?” its a whisper, and if it wasn’t so deathly quiet he wouldnt have heard you.

“all the time.”

“want some help?”

god he coulda passed away right there, instead he nodded frantically, throwing your now ruined underwear to the side as you straddled his thighs.

“do you mind if i take this off?” youre so sweet its a struggle for him not to buck his hips against yours. instead he nods, “anything you want babydoll.”

you slide your shirt off in a flash, it was a huge old t shirt that fell to your thighs and now you were sat in your step brothers lap in nothing but your underwear. white this time, covered in little bears with a little blue bow. jj felt like he was gonna fly apart.

instead he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against you lips—the groan he let out at the taste of your cherry chapstick traveled straight to the growing wet patch in your panties.

you trail a finger up the length of his dick, the vein on the underside pulsing at the feeling.

“i swear i’m not tryna rush you sweetheart i’m really not but-“ he’s cut off with a groan when you circle your palm around his leaking tip.

“shut up jj.”

“wha-“ this time he moans so loud you shove three fingers in his mouth— maybe it was a little cruel to stroke under his head like that.

“you’re such a fucking perv jj. jerking off in your little sisters underwear like that. i bet youre the reason all my shit goes missin aint you?”

he doesnt give a response, too overwhelmed by the feeling of your hand. so you remove you fingers from his mout and grip the back of his head, forcing him to look at you.

despite all this youre still sweet, kissing the bridge of his nose and never losing that gentle tone, “tell me the truth— youre the reason all my shit goes missin?” your hand slows and his his desperately chase your touch.

“yeah..yeah i steal your laundry all the time.”

“dirty or clean?”

“dirty.”

you cant help the slow smile that spreads across your face, there’s something sick about the way your heart blooms at the response.

“youre a real freak maybank, y’know that?” the hand on his dick speeds up, focusing on the swollen head as he gasps into the night air. his hands tighten on your hips and you know he’s close.

“i know…i keep em under my mattress.” maybe its wrong, but it cant get any wore than this so you kiss him. teeth clacking and tongues swirling like you’re trying to devour each other. your hand and his dick are pinned between each others stomach and the pressure against his throbbing flesh sends him over the edge, moaning and panting in your mouth as he coats you both in his cum.

“shit.” jj leans his head back against the head board and looks like a dream, all glassy eyed and swollen lips. “dont think i ever nut that hard in my life.”

you giggle and bring your sticky fingers to his mouth, he sucks them clean while you slip your thumb in yours.

you pull them out with a lewd pop and lean back, you pull the crotch of your soaked panties to the side. your chubby lips and peaked clit bloom in front of him and his spent cock gives a pitiful twitch.

“its only fair you help me now dontchu think?”

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Hate That I Loved You

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Part 1 | Part 2 ↓ | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

On the first day of shoot, Eddie is a nervous wreck. He can't handle it. He won't make it. He stays hidden in his dressing room until Chrissy is pounding at the door and threatening to tear it down if he doesn't come out immediately. 

Eddie doesn't doubt her. 

"It was your idea," Chrissy says as she eyes Eddie and how pale he looks. "Roll a joint, take a fucking shot. I don't care. Just get your ass into the studio because we're filming this today."

Eddie nods but Chrissy is too busy walking away from him to see it. She knows it, though. Eddie wouldn't ignore an order like that. 

The first sequence is with Sean. Sean is taller than him and he used to drive a red convertible that Eddie thought was just the coolest. So that's why he's setting a fucking car on fire for the clip. 

Sean thinks it's hilarious. 

The idea is for them to film the whole song with every one of the exes, so they have options. Because Sean, Pedro and David are all from Los Angeles, they go first. Eddie kept waiting for Lou to show up, but he should know better. Lou always liked to be different, to stand out. He and Steve are pushed to day 2, and for the looks of it, it might be day 3, if they can't speed up David's shoot. Eddie's is breaking a stone wall for him. It's metaphorical and it makes him feel good, actually. 

On day 2, Pedro is the only one around before lunch and Eddie actually have a good time with him. He's funny and sweet, just like Eddie remembered, and he keep calling Eddie 'mi amor' which is endearing in a totally platonic way. For a second, Eddie can't remember why they broke up, but then Pedro gets a call from his mom and everything comes rushing back. 

Pedro was already thinking about marriage and building a family and Eddie wasn't really ready. They are in a backyard with a pretty white picket fence and Eddie throws paint all around. Everything gets stained with black, the color Pedro saw as Eddie's heart color. 

It doesn't hurt as much, but it's harder than the two before him. When Pedro goes back to the dressing rooms to wipe the black paint from him, Eddie's mood had soured considerably.

It gets even worse as Lou walks in, looking like a rockstar. Looking exactly like what he is. 

Lou was Eddie's only famous boyfriend and their relationship had crashed and burned in front of everyone. Eddie feels the tug in his chest as he looks at the scene that's getting built for them. 

It's a stage. The Grammy stage. 

The worst part of it all is that Lou doesn't seem fazed by any of it. It's like he barely remembers breaking Eddie's heart at the Grammy's that year. It's like that was just a day, completely forgotten. 

But Eddie hasn't forgotten about it. He hasn't forgotten how bad he felt that day. How heartbroken. How Lou was trying to make everything be Eddie's fault when he was the one flirting shamelessly with other people in front of him. 

Eddie needs a minute. 

In fact, he feels like he needs a whole year to even be able to do that. What a great fucking idea, put himself through the most traumatic thing in his life for the cameras. No wonder people say he has no self-preservation reflex. 

He just walks away. He knows Chrissy saw him freaking out and he knows she will give him a moment to collect himself so he just keeps on walking past props and music equipment and finally the front door. 

Eddie is out. The cold air hits his face and with trembling hands he reaches inside his pocket just to remeber he doesn't have his joint with him since he's already wearing the outfit for the clip. 

A tux just like the one he wore on the fucking Grammy's. His hands fly to his neck as he pull at the bowtie, trying to get some air into his lungs. His vision gets a little blurry as if there's not enough oxygen in the world for him right now. 

Then big strong hands are pushing his hands aside, circling his neck and unclipping the bow tie. It's a fake one, so Eddie could keep pulling at it and he would get nowhere. 

"Take a deep breath," the voice says and it gives him chills because he knows that voice. He dreams about that voice. 

He does as he's being told because Steve always knew what was best for Eddie. 

"You're ok," Steve says under his breath. His hands fall from Eddie's neck and Eddie wishes they were still there, touching him, grounding him. "Just keep breathing."

Eddie does and things start going back to normal, except there's not a normal scenario where Steve Harrington is just standing there in front of Eddie, looking better than ever, with a frown between his brows because he's worried about Eddie. 

No. That should be impossible with how hard Eddie had fucked things up and still, Steve is really there. 

"I, uh, thought you were only coming in tomorrow," Eddie says when he stops feeling like he's going to die. 

Steve shrugs. "Landed a few hours ago, Chrissy said I could check things out."

After that, Eddie has no clue what to say so he just stares at Steve, dumbly. Much to his relief, Chrissy saves him from looking even more like an idiot by opening the door and calling him back. 

"Uh, thanks for doing that. It really means a lot to me," Eddie says, trying not to sound as pathetic as he feel. Steve smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. 

Eddie wants to say more, he wants to keep talking to Steve. Forget the music video and forget the fact that Lou is standing inside, probably pissed at Eddie, he instantly wants to throw everything away as beg Steve for a second chance. 

By the look on Steve's eyes it's like he can see Eddie's intentions clearly, but then Chrissy is pulling him in and waving at Steve like this is normal. Nothing about this is fucking normal and now Eddie needs to survive Lou if he wants to have a shot at talking to Steve. 

[sugawhaaa]

Can you do a Junhan fic where at a party he gets paired with fem y/n for seven minutes in heaven but she doesnt expect what he does when the door shuts because he's usually innocent and quiet.

Also he makes sure she stays quiet the whole time and punishes her if she doesn't. Also can it end with Junhan making y/n promise to keep it their little secret.

I definetly don't have a kink for hidden personality switch ups or anything 😙

JUNHAN X READER

"Let's keep this our little secret~"

💋Warnings::SMUT

🖤Pairing::rough!dom!Junhan x sub!fem!reader

💫Genre::ftl, college au, hair pulling, choking (??) Rough, edging, fingering, blowjob, degradation, rushed, drooling,

💦A/N:: when I saw this request I literally lost mind. I've always loved 7moh prompts and this one is just SOOO PERFECT

🎧Songs to listen to while reading::

You were at a rather small pool party. It wasn't small small but were not talking a rave at someone's house. There were about 20-30 people there MAX. Out of those other 29 people one of your rather distant friends was there. Junhan. You've always found him quite attractive especially when he plays guitar in the band room at the collage.

He was in your friend group but he wasn't very talkative so you don't really know much about him. Your friends always warn you that he's just really shy and it's nothing personal but you have an odd feeling he really doesn't like you. Every time he looks at you he looks like he wants to bash your head in so you try to avoid looking at him which can be hard when he's shredding his guitar.

About half of the people at the party or so had gathered in the kitchen, standing in a circle. You and your close few friends decided to join in. Did you know what it was for? No. Were you going anyway? Of course. You, Junhan, and your girl friend joined in the circle. A dark-skinned woman started going around the circle with a hat and a bunch of papers as she explained the rules of this game.

"Everyone will pull a number out of the hat and once everyone has looked at their number we'll get Google to pick two random numbers. The people with those numbers will be then locked in a closet for 30 minutes," she explained as she let everyone pick out a paper.

"I thought the game was called seven minutes of heaven?" A girl asked as she smacked her gum.

"Yes but realistically 7 minutes isn't enough time to fuck now is it?" The tanned woman smirked and the girl blushed.

Finally, the woman extended the hat out to you. You put your hand into the pile of papers and pick out a random one. She then moved to Junhan. She looked him up and down as he picked out a piece of paper. His black nails contrasted with the white paper.

You opened the folded paper to see the number "6" drawn in black ink. You shrug and look at Junhan. He looked back at you and as soon as you made eye contact you looked away with pink cheeks.

What number did you get?" He asks in a deep voice. You look up at him and his long hair.

"Six," you reply. "What'd you get?" 

"Twelve," he replies before looking back at the tanned woman.

"Alright," she says as she picks up her phone. The tattoo on her elbow is now visible. It was a Mickey Mouse. How interesting. "Google says, twelve!" She grins and looks around the circle. "Who has twelve?" She looks around and Junhan raises his hand looking at his paper. He seems so relaxed I'd be freaking out if I was him, you think to yourself. "And six!" The girl smiles before setting down her phone. 

Did she say six? You look up at Junhan and he's already looking at you calmly. 

"I have six," you say as you raise your hand slowly. 

"Alright let's get you two to the closet," she said as she grabbed your wrist. She leads the two of you to a closet under the staircase. "Try not to get cum on anything, I cleaned it out but there's still some jackets in there," she says as she opens the door and shoves the two of you in there, locking the door. 

You sit there trying to process everything. Everything happened so fast. Five seconds ago you were hanging out at the poolside with your drink and friends, dancing. And now you're locked in a closet with Junhan. 

"You're sitting on my leg," Junhan says calmly. You instantly move off of his leg and onto the floor.

"Sorry!" You apologize and scoot to the other wall, far from Junhan but his long legs get tangled with yours. He then crawls closer to you, catching you by surprise. 

"We have a decent amount of space don't we," he smirks as he presses his body against yours. Your breath catches in your throat as he speaks. 

"Y-Yeah," you look up at him as your breathing increases. 

"We don't have a lot of time," he says as he takes off his shirt. The small Crack in the door illuminates his toned torso.

"W-wait are we actually doing this," you panic as he sets his shirt aside. 

"Fuck yeah we are," he pins you to the floor. "Do you have any idea how bad I want this right now," he says in a low voice before leaning down, kissing your neck. 

"Are you sure about this? I thought you hated me?" You put your hand on his head as your breath becomes rapid. 

"Hate you?" He repeats. "I don't hate you, I hate the way you make me so fucking hard every time I see you," Junhan hisses before kissing your jawline. You blush at his confession, your body tensing.

"I always imagine your pretty little hands around my cock, how much I wish I could bury my fingers in your tight little pussy," he looks at me with hazy eyes filled with lust. You look into his dark eyes, his eyeshadow surrounding them creating an alluring energy. He runs his hand down your body before placing it at your hip. His other hand explores the rest of your body, every curve and duvet. "You're so hot," he mumbles as his hand travels between your legs, grazing his fingertips along your folds. His other hand starts slowly creeping under your shirt to feel your bare skin. 

"Fuck, your driving me wild," you moan and Junhan smirks. He loves to see the way your body squirms beneath his touch. He slowly takes off your shirt, discarding it somewhere in the closet. He kisses up your stomach as his hands aimlessly caress you. You put one of your hands on the floor to hold yourself up and the other goes to his hair, gently playing with it. 

"I've dreamed about this every fucking night," he hisses against your skin. "Your body is so much prettier than I dreamed," he says as his hand slides up your back to unclip your bra. He slides it off of your arms and finally sees your entire torso naked for the first time. His eyes locked on your tits. He smirks widely before leaning down to kiss your tender skin. He sucks on your breast as his hand plays with your other. His thumb rubbing over your sensitive nipple. You arch your back into his body and he pushes his body against you harder, forcing your body down. 

You whimper and Junhan lifts his head. "If you don't quiet down I'm going to make you shut up," he hisses and you nod. You bite your nuclear to keep your moans down as his tongue slithers around your skin. His free hand goes down to the button of your jeans, fumbling to unbuckle it before pulling down the zipper. You let out a soft gasp and he raises his head. He starts to pull down your jeans and he rubs your clit through your panties, watching the way your hips buck into his hand. Soft, muffled, whimpers escape your lips. 

Your body starts squirming and aches for him. Wishing he was inside of you, somewhere, with anything. His fingers, tongue, dick, you don't even care anymore. He pulls down your panties just enough that he can access your entire pussy. He takes a long lick up your folds, sucking up all of your precum. He teases your entrance with the tip of his index finger, flicking it back and forth. 

"Fuck! Please stop teasing me," you whimper loudly. 

"Shh, baby," he says as he slides his finger effortlessly inside you. Your hold body jumps as you clench around his finger. He smirks as he curls his finger slowly. You put your wrist between your teeth to keep your moans quiet as he finds your G-spot.

"There you go, you like that?" He says in a low seductive tone. You feel your walls tighten around his finger and he pushes another one inside you. He curls them but at different times. One curls then when he curls it as much as he can he curls the other one. The sound of your juices sloshing around echoes in the small closet. You throw your head back and let go of your wrist. A mess of moans spilling from your mouth. "Babe, you need to be quiet," he stops his fingers to speak to you, making sure you're 100% listening to him. 

You nod your head quickly, praying that he'll continue if you acknowledge his warning.

"I'll be quiet," you whimper and he resumes his finger attack. His long fingers hit the perfect spot at the perfect angle. You feel like you're just about to tip over the edge when he stops. "No!" You gasp out and grab your hair in a fist. Junhan finally snaps and puts his hand over your mouth. You moan into his palm as he pushes your head against the wall.

"You need to be quiet," he warns you for the one-hundredth time. You nod your head and he slowly lets go of your face. "This is your last warning, I'll have to gag you if you don't stop moaning so loudly," he sighs as he pulls his fingers out of you, watching how your walls clenched to them. He rubs his fingers gently up and down your folds. You bite your lip to keep your little whimpers and pleads quiet. "Did you bring your phone in here?" He asks softly and you shake your head. "Do you know where it is?"

You shake your head again and he sighs. "I don't know how much time I have to fuck you stupid," he says as he looks around the small, dark, room. Your heart skips a beat, your mind racing with thoughts of what he plans to do to you. You had lost all sense of time while he was teasing you, your mind was just circling with pleasure. If you had to guess it's probably been about 10 to 15 minutes meaning there's still a decent amount of time. He bit his lip and looked down at you. He thought for a moment as he looked you up and down, a small smirk on his lips. "You've been a bad girl, I think I'm going to make you wait before you can cum," he strokes your thigh gently as he speaks to you.

"Please Junhan, I promise I'll be good," you beg him but you know he's going to stand by what he said. He shook his head and started undoing his belt, the sound of the buckle unlatching ringing in your ears. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper quickly and you can tell by the look in his eyes where this is going. He pulls his jeans and boxers off quickly and pulls you close to him. 

"Be a good girl and suck," he smirked at you as he held the back of your head. You instantly listened and leaned down, his tip just at your lips. He watched you intently as you put him in your mouth. You stuff him in your mouth, trying to fit his entire length in. He held back your hair as you slowly started to bob your head. You take your time to roll your tongue along his length. "Good girl," he smirked and his praise only encouraged you.

He tossed his head back and listened to the sounds of you sucking him. Bobbing your head up and down as you hold his hips to help stabilize yourself. He looked back down at you, his fingers traveling down to your hair. His thumb rubs the side of your face as you keep your steady pace. "That's it," he smiles lustfully at you. You feel his cock twitch in your mouth. As much as he's being dominant as Hell he can't deny the fact that you're skilled at this. You put your feet up as you continue to suck him off. The small room doesn't allow for much movement or space but you make it work.

He holds your head tight as his climax approaches. "I've dreamed about this for so long," Junhan looks down at you. His eyes are full of admiration and lust. One more long hard suck and he explodes in your mouth, letting out a low grunt as he holds your head down, making you swallow every drop. "Swallow all of it," he commands and you do as he says. You slide him off your lips and open your mouth wide, showing him that you swallowed it all. He smirks and pulls you close. "Good girl," he says as he pets your hair. As he hugs you, your core presses against his cock, instantly hardening it. 

His cock pulses against you and he can't hold back any longer. "I need to be inside you," he groans out. "I need you to be quiet though, remember?" He says as he holds up your hips.

"Yes," you nod as you put your hands on his chest, preparing to sink down on him. He lines his tip up to your entrance before slowly pushing you down. His cock fills you up so perfectly, your eyes roll back from the pleasure. He grunts quietly as he feels your walls hug each and every fiber of his cock. You finally fully sit down on him and he guides your hips to grind on him.

"I hate to cut this short doll, but we might not have much time left," he says as he pushes you down hard, electing a moan from you. He pushes his hips up into you as he finds your sweet spot. You slap a hand over your mouth trying to muffle your cries but Junhan gets fed up.

He pulls away your hand and he stuffs his fingers in your mouth. You moan softly as you suck his fingers. "Shut up," he hisses and you whimper, continuing to grind against him. "I'd love to hear your cries but not right now. I've told you many times," he says as his unoccupied hand guides your hips. You nod as your legs shake. His girth stretches your pussy so perfectly. He holds your tongue down in your mouth as his thumb pushes your chin up, forcefully shutting your mouth. He pushes his hips up into you and you start bouncing on him. His hand claws at your hip as his nails dig into your skin. You feel your climax approaching and you start going faster, your walls clenching so hard you can hear the sound of your sensitive skin sticking to him.

You whimper into his fingers, trying to warn him of your fast-approaching, long-awaited, orgasm. You shake your head but Junhan holds your jaw straight. "I know you're close baby," he smirks with a soft grunt. "I'll take my fingers out once you've cum alright?" 

You nod your head as saliva drips from your chin. His fingers coated in your drool. You squint your eyes shut as he thrusts up into you, hitting your G-spot. Your legs shake and stop moving, spilling all of your cum onto his thighs. Your head falls down as saliva pours from your lips. He slips his fingers out of your mouth and only more drool follows his motion. Your saliva drips down your torso down to his thighs. He leans up and kisses your swollen lips. His hands tangling in your hair. He pulls back from the kiss and looks up at you with his Boba eyes. 

"You're so beautiful," he mumbles before pulling you off of his cock. He held you close when there was a knock on the door. The door opened and the woman from before poked her head in. Junhan covered your body as best as he could with his shirt and his arms. 

"Times up," she said before closing the door. Her feet could be seen through the crack at the bottom of the door. You look down at the puddle of cum and drool on the floor.

"Could we have a towel? Or two?" You ask in a hoarse voice.

"Jesus, what did you guys do," the woman groans as she walks out to the bathroom. You collect up your clothes but don't put them on yet just to be sure nothing gets on them. The woman comes back with two towels. She opens the door and hands them to you. You give one to Junhan and the two of you wipe up your bodies before cleaning the floor. "I swear if I see a single drop of cum on my Calvin Klein jacket I'm going to murder the two of you," she chuckles from outside the door. 

The two of you finish putting your clothes on and prepare to exit the closet, praying that all the people who were there earlier are gone. You carefully open the door and let out a relieved sigh as you see the kitchen empty. You held Junhans hand as you left the closet. "Man, he must've fucked you up good," The woman smirks as she puts her hand on her hip. Junhan blushed and looked away. 

"Why do you say that?" You panic as you think there might be a reminiscence of drool or cum on your lips. The woman laughs softly. 

"Your hair is all messy, your out of breath and a little sweaty, there's also marks all over your chest," she points to your chest and you look down. 

"When did you do that?!" You look over at junhan and he blushes. 

"When you were riding my-"

"Okay nope that's good," you put a finger over his lips as he begins to explain himself. The woman looks at the two of you happily. 

"I knew from the moment I saw him that he would be really good and rough," she smirked as she looked him up and down again. You cling to Junhans arm in a sort of possessive way. Junhan smiled softly. "Seems I was right," she says before pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. She takes a puff of it before speaking again. "The washing machine is downstairs to the left, go toss those towels in there because I wouldn't be caught dead touching someone else cum covered towels," she waved her hands for the two of you to go and you did as she asked. The two of you were alone again as you went downstairs.

"Did I…hurt you?" He asks softly out of the blue. You look at him surprised by his shy nature again.

"No,no" you shake your head as you throw in your towel. "Well, maybe my jaw a little bit," you chuckled and rubbed your jaw. 

"Want me to kiss it better?" He teases you before kissing you. "Let's keep this whole thing as a little secret alright? Just me and you, no one else~"

[z3nitsusgf]

I feel like prey, I feel like prayin’ 

homelander | reader

cw: yandere homelander, dark soulmate au, dangerous situations (heights), possessive/obsessive behavior, manipulation, girl you have trauma LMFAO, homelander is insane and delusional 

wc: 1.6k 

If you knew talking to the others would cause him to get so… riled up. You would never have done it.

You’re so high up the people below look like tiny flecks of life. Past the glittering skyscrapers, past the birds, past safety. The clouds pillow around your waist, the air cooled and so fresh it burns your nostrils to inhale.

You grip Homelander, hands clinging to his broad shoulders. His arm is wrapped around your waist, firm. The only thing keeping you up is him. You’re trembling so hard you struggle to hold onto the back of his neck, lip quivering and teeth chattering. You know that feeling when something bad is going to happen. It floods your body.

“You know, we’re 14,000 feet in the air.” Homelander’s voice is calm, the good-natured tone present. But his words make you panic, the subtle brush of his cape against your calve isn’t comforting in the slightest. You refuse to look down, fearing you’ll vomit all over him.

“John-“

“This is the height most people go skydiving in.” He’s smiling, the crinkle of his eyes is meant to be comforting. It’s anything but.

“Why are we up here, John?” Your voice shakes, the pitch too high.

He sighs in deeply, looking at you with piercing eyes, “Remember when I said not to act out.” He says it brightly, eyes gazing at the horizon. The sun is starting to set over the west, a rusted orange painting over the sky, the sun a burning vermillion semi-circle.

“You really fucked up, babe.”

Your eyes widen at his words but he’s smiling. The soft grin on his mouth that he usually gives you, the small glimpse of his canines pokes from his top lip. Your mouth parts to speak but he beats you to it.

“Well, that little stunt you pulled with Noir,” he clicks his tongue and looks at you like a disappointed parent, “it really hurt my feelings.”

The way he shakes his head makes your gut churn.

“I- I didn’t mean anything by it, you know that.” You scramble to resolve his bruised ego even though you haven’t done anything.

“I just wanted to talk to someone-“

He raises an eyebrow, “Why not me?”

Your chin trembles, he won’t understand even if you try to explain. Homelander sighs, adjusting himself in midair. You try not to dig your nails into his neck but it’s getting harder and harder not to freak out.

“M’sorry, John. M’so sorry, I won’t do it again, promise.” It’s pathetic, how quickly you crumble and just let him win. But when he holds your life in his hands like it’s nothing more than a tiny marble, you won’t take any chances.

“I know you won’t.” He coos, shushing you like you’re a child, “You know, you can always talk to me. I’ll always be there for you.”

He uses his other hand to cup the side of your face, smoothing a gloved thumb across the apple of your cheek, it’s so soft you hardly even realize this isn’t him accepting your apology.

“But you have to realize,” he’s gripping both of your arms suddenly, his hold tight around your biceps, your legs dangle in the open expanse,

“I’m the only person you’ll ever need.”

He lets go.

Slightly shoving you with the flat of his palm on your chest so you tip onto your back. You’re grappling at him uselessly, trying to hold onto his shoulders or cape, feeling yourself fall into the endless sky.

“Wait- John, please!”

You’re falling, slipping from his hold and accelerating towards the ground.

In freefall, you notice it's just pure fresh air. You hear the loud rush of wind. It's similar to static from blowing into a microphone, or the loud sound in your head the moment you splash into the water. You’re screaming, or at least you think you, you can’t tell with how tight your chest is. The sinking feeling in your gut spreads throughout your spine. It’s chilling and gut-wrenching and you hope this is just a fucking nightmare and you’ll wake up any second.

You flail your arms, kicking at the sky as if that’ll save you. It surges through you like a live wire. Electric, feeling like metal and burnt coal. Slick steel and bronze melted together in a cohesive small bullet. You can’t breathe.

This is worse than when he broke your arm, this is worse than when he burnt you.

You hate to say it, but your life is flashing before your eyes. Small little snippets of memories reel like a tape in your head. Your parents, your childhood, even Homelander is there. It’s all wasted, every moment played out. You wish he never met you, you wish he wasn't your soulmate.

You watch as Homelander gets smaller and smaller in the middle of the sky. The red and blue of his suit bending in the light, blurring as your eyes water from the air. You won’t call out to him, you refuse to give him that satisfaction. You close your eyes, fighting every natural instinct to let your body relax. This isn’t how you want to go, but at least it’ll be quick. And you think of that inky black nothingness from before you were born.

You can’t see how Homelander clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes at how dramatic you are. He’s already calculated how long it would take before you need to be saved, the wind resistance slowing you down tremendously. You’re only falling at about 120 miles per hour, he’ll catch up in the blink of an eye.

He gives it a few more minutes until you’re a few hundred feet from turning into a pancake, and he’s flying down and scooping you up.

You’re pressed up against his chest, safe, but you don’t really care. All you can feel is the rush of wind that punches you in the lungs from how fast he scoops you up and blasts away to the top of a building. You hardly have the strength to hold onto him, letting him grip your waist till he’s on top of the seven tower.

“Really had you going there, didn’t I.” He jokes, his hand cupping the back of your head to keep your nose tucked into his shoulder.

You think you go deaf from how loud the ringing in your ears is, the static buzzing and tingling your head. Your ears hurt from the pressure, aching and popping as you get used to the ground again. When he sets your feet on the concrete you sink to the floor, scraping it with your palms as you let out a sob. You practically worship the ground, never happier to feel the rough rock against your skin. Hot tears coming in waves down your face, and you’re hyperventilating and choking on your cries.

Homelander stands over you, looking down at how you crumple in on yourself with an amused smile. You’re shaking like a leaf, reminds him of those stupid fucks he’d save from jumping off a building, suddenly so fearful of death once they stare it right in the face.

“Did you really think I’d let you die?” He scoffs, “Can’t have fucking roadkill for a soulmate.”

He laughs, reaching a hand down to pet your head. You flinch away, jerking so hard you nearly smack your chin on the concrete rooftop. He can smell your fear, the sickly sweet scent so pungent he bunches his nose.

“You- you fucking let me go!” You try not to scream at him, but the adrenaline is rushing through your veins and making you feel crazed. You can feel the bile creep up your esophagus.

“You let me fall, I would’ve died-“ He frowns at that, kneeling down and snatching your chin so you look at him. His gaze is so unnerving you have trouble looking into them. An empty wasps nest. Blanched and left barren, he’s insane.

“But you didn’t, you didn’t because I won’t let you. I saved you.” There’s a clear message here, the words he uses aren’t metaphorical, you know that from watching him talk to the rest of his team. He really won’t let you die. It’s ingrained in the frontal lobe of your mind, tattooed on as a permanent reminder. Salacious and infuriating, it’s so humiliating because you know you can’t blame anyone but yourself. Grinding your teeth down and biting your flesh raw.

He’s still deathly calm, gripping your jaw in his hand. Any harder and he’ll shatter the bone, it’s just another reminder of his power over you.

“Do you get it now? Do you understand your place?” It makes you cry harder and he loves how you look, so pathetically hopeless. Even more so when you nod, the defeated look in your eye is so beautiful. This is why you’re meant to be, you’re perfect for him.

“Good, always so good f’me.” Homelander pecks your parted mouth, peppering chaste kisses across your face. It makes you nauseated, but you let him, closing your eyes, and accept that this is him.

With wobbling lips and glossy lids, the tears that coat your lashes and smear over your puffy cheeks, it feels tacky and cold under the cool air. Your eyelashes cling to your skin and it makes blinking hard. Jaw clenched forward and biting down on the plump of your lip in a stupid way to contain those sobbing thoughts you keep kicked away in the narrows of your brain.

You are tethered. Mirrored versions of one another reflect off the dark stuccoed ceiling of each other’s souls.

“Come on, let’s go home. Heard that they’re making your favorite back at Vought.” He’s standing, outstretching his palm to you. He brushes this whole ordeal off like it’s nothing, just like most things.

It hurts, it makes you want to just scream at the top of your lungs, but you won’t fight him. So you take his hand, and you subdue every raging nerve in your body and allow him to think he’s won again.

Because where else can you go but with your soulmate?

[giowritess]

fortnight [2]

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pairing | Benny Miller x female!reader [Grace Stratford] summary | you somehow end up pretending to be Benny's girlfriend for two whole weeks. is your heart going to survive that? probably not. warnings | swearing a bit, mentions of certain body parts word count | 1k author's note | to be honest, i have no idea where i'm headed with this fic lol this time, we have some insights into benny's head. love him. english isn't my first language and this wasn't proofread. part one | masterlist | main masterlist

There was one thing in your plan, however, you hadn't accounted for. You'd have to share a bedroom with Benny for the next two weeks, and you were trying not to freak out because of that.

“Left or right side?” He asked, oblivious to what was going on inside of your head.

“Left,” you replied, and he happily tossed his pillow to the right side before plopping down, landing on his side and leaning his face in his palm and looking at you. His cap flew somewhere in the room.

Shit. Fourteen whole nights sleeping by his side. Jesus Christ, your heart definitely wasn’t going to survive.

“If we're gonna do this, we gotta settle a few things,” you said, sitting cross-legged in front of him.

“Shoot.”

“How old are you?”

“Thirty-two. You?”

“Twenty-seven. How long has it been since you left the army?”

“This feels like twenty-one questions,” he said, making you laugh. “Six years. How long have you been in the Air Force?”

“Four years. Why did you leave?”

He looked at the ceiling. “It gets to a point when you just have enough, you know?” 

You nodded. Despite loving what you did, sometimes you felt that way, too. “Dad had just died, too, so I had enough,” he added. 

You nodded again.

“We need an excuse,” he said. “To why no one knew about us.”

“True. We could say... I don't know, we didn't wanna rush things and preferred to keep it low?” 

“Yeah, sounds good. Basic. I like it,” he said and yawned. “I need to take a nap. Carrying all my girlfriend's bags made me so tired.” 

He sighed dramatically, making you laugh at his theatrics and the way he said the word girlfriend.

 "Oh, shut up, it was just two bags,” you said, throwing your pillow at his face. His beautiful face. He effortlessly batted it away, sending it flying overhead, but, in doing so, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you, his strength making you land on top of him.

The laughter died in your throat when you realized just how dark his eyes were. You were straddling him, a leg on each side of his body and your palms splayed across his chest for support. His body was a rigid mass of muscle under you, your hands itching to travel all around his naked chest. He was so fucking hot, in both senses—the heat coming from him as arming you in all places. He slightly shifted and you went still when you felt the distinct outline of his cock through your clothes. It wasn't hard, but just a roll of your hips, and…

His eyes were boring holes into yours and you wanted to squirm. His hands circled your wrists. You took a breath of courage.

“There's something we didn't discuss”, you said in a meek voice, trying hard to get the words out under the intensity of his gaze.

“What?”

“PDA.”

Your voice sounded more breathy than you wanted it to. He chuckled, his body shaking slightly under you, sending vibrations up your body. You wanted to move so badly.

“I think we already established that won't be a problem,” he replied, and you wondered if he meant today, the heated kiss you shared, or two years ago, that night in his car? “But we can practice if y—”

Before he had the chance to finish the sentence that would make all your dreams come true, three rapid knocks sounded at the door before Maddie's voice came through.

“Grace? Can I come in?”

“Just a second,” you yelled back, you and Benny scrambling to your feet in seconds. “Come in!” 

She did. She took one look at you and at Benny and a smirk appeared on her lips. 

“Oooh, sorry I interrupted something, but I gotta steal Gracie for a bit,” she said, sitting at the corner of the bed as if she owned it. “Benny, shoo. Go get drunk or go fishing or whatever.”

He rolled his eyes and bent to press up his discarded cap. After putting it backwards—a silly thing, but it made you want to swoon nonetheless—, he pointed a finger at you.

“This conversation isn't over yet,” he said.

All you could do was nod, suddenly unable to speak.

***

Benny wanted to kick Will the moment he saw the grin on his brother's face.

“Shut up,” he said, breezing past him to grab a beer. To hell that it was only two in the afternoon—the day asked for one, and somewhere it was already five pm, right?

“I didn't even say anything!” Will argued.

Benny just raised an eyebrow at him, leaning on the kitchen counter in silence, waiting for whatever shit he was going to say

“But I gotta ask. How the hell are you suddenly dating Stratford?”

“It was her idea,” he replied with a sigh. "So I can make Sam jealous. She thinksI want her back.”

Benny accidently forgot to mention that it was Maddie's idea. She must have heard one of their conversations and misinterpreted the whole thing.

Suddenly, the expression on his brother's face turned dead serious. “And do you?”

“Hell no. Not in a million years,” Benny replied, a bitter taste on his mouth just by thinking of dating Samantha again. She left a bad taste for relationships for him, which was why he was single ever since. “You know who I want.”

Who he'd been wanting since she got in their lives, but he was too big of a dumbass to do something about it, even after their one night stand two years ago. And to think that, if it wasn't for Maddie, he'd probably have her exactly where he wanted her right now.

“So? What you waiting for?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “To be sure, I guess.”

Will placed a hand on his shoulder, his eyes as serious as ever.

“Big brother advice. Don’t screw this up,” he said. He nodded. “If you want her, go for it. Now get over yourself and let's go fishing.”

Benny chuckled, a sudden feeling of resolve surging through his body. He didn't know exactly how, but yeah, he was going for it.

by @reveriesources

➜ part three

[xxxdegenerate]

Hiya! I saw you're in need of requests!

Ok one piece. Luffy. He is always for weird New people who Peaks his interest

Sooooo. Magician! A real life magician! He would freak out 🤣

The Crew wary, thinking she would hex them or use them to practice curses or other morbid stuff but she is just so sweet! She helps the Crew with her magic, like Chopper or sanji introduce him magic plants he can use for cooking etc. Luffy is more than happy to have her and when Marines come, ready to attack, she just Flicks her hand and the ship gets destroyed in one go, humming before returning to her previous task 🤣🤣

Pls! You would make my day!

I love writing OP reader, and I don't even know why. THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST. (it's acc cool as fuck to imagine this)

Luffy x Magician!Reader

❥note ;; Magician? Hell yee, I feel like I could have done better, or maybe I will write an actual story about this, because it seems really interesting!

❥tw ;; Fighting, cursing // not proofread

You walked the trail on the island you grew up in. Wearing a cape, with some gloves and a hat. The sun was setting and the breeze was calm. You were the odd one out, but that didn't stop you from having a little fun.

You waved your hand around, causing leaves around you to float about. You smiled as you lifted them up into the air. Going in circles before making various shapes.

All of a sudden, big explosions were sounded in the town just ahead. Now as much as you hate this town, and the pirates that accompany it. You rushed over, using your powers to push yourself faster.

Upon arriving, you noticed the towns people and the pirates were in a heated fight. You looked around, trying to figure out why. You snapped your fingers and some cards appeared into the air, surrounding you.

"Ah the weirdo decides to join in hah?" The captain of the lowlife pirates. You rolled your eyes and turned to face the woman. "What are you doing with the town?" You noticed how the houses were getting torn down and fights happening all around. You also happened to notice someone whiz past you and a loud laugh.

Although you decided to shake that off and keep your attention on the lady. "Just finally taking what is ours."

You flicked your hand and cards went towards her. Blowing up.

She coughed and whipped out her sword. "Two can pl-" She was tackled to the ground and a black haired boy with a strawhat sat on top of her. "What-" You choked out.

One of her crew?

You haven't seen him around here, so he must be. You flicked your hand and the two of them go flying. "Weeeee!" You heard the boy laugh.

"Who are you?" A voice, from behind you. You turn around as one of your cards stop at his neck. You narrow your eyes.

"Why are you tearing apart this town." You demanded an answer.

He tilted his head in response as he took a bite out of the chunk of meat he somehow got. "Tearing? AH woah! Your hat!" He looked confused before pointing at your hat in surpise.

"I have one too! Yours is different." You shook your head and turned around, throwing some of the other pirates off of the people.

"Woah! How do you do that?" You deadpan at the boy who followed you around.

"Are you apart of this fight or not?"

"Join my crew!"

"No! You're ruining this town!"

"No were not, that's not my friends." You were confused, you decided to just blast some smoke and go back towards the fight.

Soon, a pile of pirates sat in the center of the town. Smoke and fire erupting around. "Y/n! You did it again!" The elder lady came and thanked you.

You looked around at the town, meeting the eyes of the boy from earlier. He held a wide smile on his face. "That was cool! Join my crew."

"Who are you?"

"Luffy! I'm going to be the king of pirates."

"Sorry dude, but me and pirates do not get along." You were hesitant.

"Come with me!"

This went on for awhile, as you used your magic to held rebuild and clean the area up, he followed you like a lost dog. Watching in awe and standing on some of the broken bits of wood you would raise in the air. He was starting to get on your nerves.

You pull the wooden plank towards you with Luffy on it. "Okay, what do you want?" He smiles widely at you as he has all day. "You're cool! I want you to join me. You'll love it." He giggled.

You scratch your neck before moving him away. He seemed nice, and he did help you get rid of the pirates. But he was also a pirate.

He stretched his arms and pulled himself towards you, crashing into you.

The two of you rolled before you landed a couple feet away. "Dude-" You grabbed at him and pulled his arm, which stretched. "Okay, that's a little weird."

"Pleaseeeee."

Deciding that he would probably not take no for an answer you decided to follow him to his ship. You could either get kidnapped, killed, or worse. You knew you had this in the bag though. "If you try anything I'm teleporting away."

He laughed in response as you somehow finally reached the boat. "Didn't we pass this like an hour ago.." He launched the two of you up into the center of the ship.

"Luffy! Why did you take off! You've been gone all day!" An orange haired girl scolded Luffy. A few others appeared and started complaining. "Who is this?" A blonde man appeared next to you with a rose.

"This is.. uh."

"Y/n."

After meeting everyone they seemed very weary of you. Luffy described what you could do and they looked hesitant. They haven't seen you in battle, but they don't doubt Luffy.

"She's our new crew member!"

"When did I agree to that!!?"

You bicker back and forth for a hot minute. This man acted like a child and it made you fume. You flicked your hand and hit him on the head with a rock. Not toooooo hard, and not like it would hurt him anyone. He fell down and laughed. "Look isn't that cool."

The others around you sweatdropped and were clearly on edge.

"H-hey guys.." The long nosed dude pointed to a ship that was nearing, quickly.

While still arguing with Luffy about joining, you flicked your wrist towards the ship. The ship erupted. Pieces of wood flying and people yelling and jumping overboard. The crew watched in awe

"You are a bad influence! I am not joining your crew!" He giggled at your reaction. You shake your head and turn around, heading to jump off of the ship. Acting like taking that ship down was nothing to you. "H-hey wait.. are you sure you don't want to join?" The girl from earlier had stopped you.

You narrow your eyes. Did you really want to join a pirate crew? You looked back and see a little reindeer chasing Luffy around. "You're hurt! Stop running around!" Your eyes dart to the side, seeing the blonde serve drinks to another lady.

"Ah fuck it."

EXTRA:

Over the past week of being aboard the Sunny. It was a new experience, and you hate to admit you enjoyed these pirates. They were... fun. You helped around the ship, soon they became your family. You helped Sanji and showed him new things, for cooking. You even entertained Usopp and Luffy with your magic.

You were beginning to like the pirate life.

[murderluv23]

Time to give my Lucifer's son headcanons because they've been stewing in my head for years and now having solid material for canon everything can be fresh and consistent. No. I don't have self control. Let's go.

He's shorter than Lucifer. Like just below his shoulder.

Right now, banking on his name being Azazel. (Can change, though.)

Azazel is far more stoic and stern than both Lucifer and Charlie.

Most people are terrified of him due to his unreadable expression and general quiet nature.

Plus this freakish thing he does with his eyes where they go all black and he stares coldly ahead. It makes people feel like their heart is being swallowed by a black hole. He's silent and frozen to the spot every time and so are the people who have the misfortune of seeing it.

Azazel has the "family red cheeks" and is the spitting image of Lucifer. People mistake him for his father all the time and can only tell the difference from the fact Azazel is smaller.

And the dark circles. Azazel constantly has dark circles under his eyes and wearing a frown. He is consistently stressed and overworked.

Azazel takes the duties to his family and Hell very seriously. He refuses to budge on it.

Azazel was the golden boy of the family.

Despite his moodiness, him and Lucifer have always gotten along.

Lucifer has been frightened of interacting with Azazel. Like he freaks out with Charlie. Surprise, surprise he's a mess. But it's more due to how strict he is.

Lucifer doted on Azazel since he was a baby and gave him a lot of attention. He had him on his lap to exhaustion. To the point he panicked and thought he lost his only son if he couldn't see him there.

Spoilers: He was either on Lucifer's back or with Lilith.

Lucifer showered Azazel with fatherly kisses whenever he "found" him.

Azazel kept Lucifer's first ever made duck and refused to go anywhere without it. Azazel still has it and keeps it on his person.

Fuck around and find out by trying to take it or damage it. Go ahead.

Azazel crafted himself a duck onesie to wear when he was younger and rushed to Lucifer to show him. Saying and I quote "This duckie you made was perfect".

Lucifer was deceased for like two weeks minimum. He couldn't function. He had to be moved manually. Calls to Lilith were either dead silence with Lucifer staring at the ceiling or Lucifer crying and squealing incoherently about it. Lilith's and Charlie's phone were blown up with countless photos of Azazel with edits of anything cutesy he could find.

Azazel spent most of it in his onesie and sitting on Lucifer's chest to make sure he wasn't dead.

Azazel struggles with depression and paranoia.

Lucifer took it upon himself to pacify him every time.

They had a close relationship but Lucifer had difficulty touching Azazel because he would freak out via violent demonic outbursts because of Azazel's difficulty with conceptualizing anyone approaching him for affection rather than danger. Lucifer going for a hug or any simple touch was an uphill battle of trial and error.

Lucifer had to craft things that trained Azazel's responses to understand the situation. Lucifer had little polkadotted bean bags in his hands and made them visible so Azazel understood he was going for a hug and there was no danger.

This was after countless times Lucifer had to just slowly inch towards Azazel before he got a positive response and Azazel came to hug him on his own accord.

Azazel had breakdowns bad enough to shake all of Hell. Most of them happened due to Charlie.

Lucifer was quick to go in the danger zone to sooth him after asking Charlie what she did that time.

"Whoa! That was close! Have you been practicing, sweetie? That's so great. Hahaha."- Lucifer, after dodging countless knives and angel spears Azazel aimed every which way at him, including his head.

Azazel always was in a ball crying his eyes out in Lucifer's arms after ages of him destroying everything.

Azazel hasn't cried since he was little.

Azazel can travel through dimensions and provides knowledge to humanity. It's a role he plays.

Azazel can shapeshift into anything. But he has a wolf form with a snake tail.

Lucifer has described Azazel as sweet as a puppy, both as a pun and because he genuinely finds his son to be a sweetheart. No one believes him. That boy has never cracked a smile in front of anyone.

Azazel genuinely wishes the best for his father and does everything he does because he's seen how the years have weighed on him.

Azazel is loyal to a fault and does everything within his power just to make Lucifer happy. That includes workload.

Lucifer regrets how some of his habits as a parent has made Azazel so overly disciplined and serious.

Azazel and Charlie have a strained relationship. Really strained.

Azazel believes the Hazbin Hotel is childish and shaming their family. While also giving Lucifer unnecessary stress. Azazel doesn't appreciate Charlie calling Lucifer to ramble about her playing in a sandbox.

Charlie, when asked about her younger brother, says he creeps her out. Majorly. Like- The Shining twins level of creeps her out.

Him possibly entering the Hazbin Hotel is her worst nightmare.

Basically, Azazel is like what people expected Lucifer to be like.

Azazel is highly polite in speech and mannerisms. But that is just more nerve wracking

There's always this air of "if you have one eyelash out of place, you're dead".

Charlie still has her people pleasing attitude with him. In fact, she doubles down.

Unfortunately, Azazel is never amused and sees through any attempts to pacify him. He's short and cold as ice.

Charlie can't comprehend why, despite them being siblings, Azazel feels like a stranger who couldn't care less is some random demon ate her or something. As long as it didn't inconvenience their father.

Azazel and Charlie never sat down for a conversation when they were younger.

Charlie has only seen Lucifer doting on him from afar.

Azazel resents Charlie for how she's treated him.

Azazel is a teen.

Azazel shares musical talent with his family.

Lucifer says he has a phenomenal voice and encourages him to actually get into singing and dancing. But Azazel always turned it down out of shame.

Lucifer always sung Azazel lullabies. Especially when he had nightmares and cried for him.

Lucifer still does. What? He wants his baby boy to get good sleep. He won't do it himself.

Azazel acquired his talent for singing through memorizing Lucifer's tones when he sung him to sleep.

Azazel hums his favorite lullaby from Lucifer to calm himself.

Azazel's favorite food is macarons and chocolate cakes. Though he doesn't eat them because they are unhealthy.

Lucifer spoiled him with them when he was small.

Azazel loves teas. So long as they are plain or natural without any sugars or added things.

Azazel believes Charlie is fake.

Azazel exclusively calls his sister Charlotte.

[ivanzplaid]

hii could u write a vance hopper x male reader fic where reader is like... almost equally as aggressive as he is? and like they patch each other up after fights or whateva

my lord i love this idea sm, writing these types of requests r amazing <3 vance would thrive and be ecstatic w someone who engages in their anger like he does, but he also would feel concerned about your wellbeing, making you rest & have winding down time to clear up your bruises & scrapes :)

requests r open, masterlist is up!!

Vance Hopper x Male Reader!

Warnings: Blood/Wound mentioning, slight homophobia, Fluff/Loving Vance, Fighting/Language

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Soft bandages surrounded your knuckles, padding the bloody wounds that tainted them. A faint stinging pain swelled in you, the white bandage soon turning crimson, it made you grimace.

"Next time, wait for me dickwad. Look at you."

Vance's voice was gruff, you could feel the tension simmer, his grip on your wrist that was meant to keep your arm from twitching became tighter. You kept your gaze low, avoiding the confrontation that was trying to begin.

"Fuckin' shitheads, what'd they even say to you to make you freak out? I just went in to the store for a minute, and then you're hammering some kid to the ground.."

You could tell he was worried, concerned about your well-being, your physical health, he loved you more than he would ever let on. His hand began to rub gentle circles onto the back of your palm, slowing the moment down. A sigh came from you, leaning into Vance's body, resting your forehead on his shoulder. The fight that took on only hours before was still painful to remember, but the vague summary came to mind quickly, it was just because Vance's name was brought up by a kid you didn't even know.

//

The sun indicated it was mid-day, and you were leaning against the glass of Grab'n'Go, eyes down towards the dull sidewalk. There were always kids lingering outside the shop, all spread out in groups, but you were awaiting your boyfriend to come back out after promising to get you some lunch, claiming it'd be a gift since you helped him out the last time he almost got his ass kicked.

There was always a slight buzz from all the talking, but your attention was caught as someones voice became louder than the rest.

"That fucking Vance kid is a total show, he's delusional, did you see his last fight, that sissies boyfriend had to come help him."

Your head shot up, and groups around you caught your demeanor change, realizing the situation. Eyes squinting, you focused on the boy who was talking, maybe 10 feet away from you. Your face was numb of emotion, trying to hear if they'd say anything else, adding fuel to the fire.

"Dipshit couldn't live without that pussy boy of his, fucking weirdo."

The blood rushed to your head, hearing Vance's name spoken of so grimly made your breath hitch. Your next actions were all hazy, you just remembered seeing red. One moment, your hand was on the boys shirt collar, and the next, you were on top of him, hair in one hand and your other fist crumpled tightly, squaring him in the jaw. The boy thrashed under you, arms flailing, mumbling, and then the memory became hazy again. It ended with Vance pulling you up, jaw sore, coughing on your own blood, while the other kid was laying against the store wall, beaten & bloody. He assisted you to his house, a limp setting in on your foot. All you could hear was a ringing sensation, and Vance's grunts as he gathered something to tend you with.

//

Your boyfriends arm stroked your back, encouraging your rest as you remembered.

"Some.. Some dumbass boy just said somethin' about you. I just wanted to protect you, y'know?"

Your sentence remained short, not wanting to set off the active fuse that you could tel was lit in him. But while his breathing became quicker, he held you lightly, securely. You gave a deep breath out, smelling his fragrance. Quietly, he picked up your chin, facing you towards him, making you keep his eye contact. Longingly, he stared into your eyes, a range of emotions flooding him. He was proud that you would put your angry nature to use when his name was mentioned, and a feeling of love surged his body hearing that you would do that for him, but he didn't want you to get as fucked up next time. Remembering back to when he had to assist you to his house, it made him nervous seeing you so beat, you were clearly fading in and out of your lasting conscious, and that shit kept Vance on the edge of his seat, trying to maintain his calm and collected aura for you.

His fingertips rubbed your cheek, eyebrows softening.

"Just, take it easier next time. Don't risk yourself that much, I still need you in my life, not in a hospital bed."

A light laugh came out as he spoke, his teeth flashing you, displaying the smile you needed. He brought you onto his chest, letting you rest on top of his as ling as you wanted while he stroked your hair, indulging himself in all of your figure, cherishing a moment with the boy he loved.

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a short-ish one, but i hope its a nice read!! im sorry your request has been on my shelf for so long😭

requests r open, masterlist is up!!

[sansxfuckyou]

all of a sudden

Summary: Casey Jones is good at adapting, but he didn't expect to be adapting to mutating

Warnings: body modification, small panic attack, angst in general, check Ao3 port for full tags

Authors Note: inspired by the possum Casey Jones AU made by @probably-not-a-rutabaga except with some rasey vibes that can be ignored if thats not your style. anyways, hope ya'll enjoy and if you do consider dropping a reblog or checking the ao3 port

It's covered in fur and has claws instead of nails, it's hissing as the mutagen worms through it's body and then it's dropping.

It isn't Casey Jones anymore, something much more creature. Chest heaving up and down and furred body immobile, hockey gear still strapped to it's form. Raphael just stares, in shock, in awe, partially paralyzed by the fear and the worry.

His partner in everything just mutated, into a rat, or something very rat like. And Raphael didn't take the hit, he should've, he probably would've went mad or turned to a primordial ooze of some sort if he did but it would be better than Casey having this fate. He slams the final Kraang against a wall before hoisting up Casey's body, it's light, lanky, mammalian.

Donnie can fix him.

-/-/-/-

"What happened?!" Was Donatello's first response to seeing Casey, "Who the fuck is this and where's Casey?"

"That is Casey," Raphael supplied.

Donatello nearly faints.

"Fix him," Fingers trace over the expanse of almost matted fur where the jacket does't cover anymore. He feels this deepseated guilt as he looks at Casey, he could've stopped this, he could've taken the hit. He should've been the one to get hit with that mutagen blast, not Casey.

"I don't think I can, I'll try but I think it's hopeless," Donatello claimed rather boldly, "I can probably stabilize him enough to keep his humanity-"

"Then do that, just don't lose him," Raphael practically begged, "Please."

-/-/-/-

There's the sound of someone shrieking followed by a shatter that draws Raphael from his state of almost there but not quite. He's quick to glance over to Donatello's lab to find a rat rushing out and freaking out. Terror is apparent on it's face as it glances around frantically in search of something to look at it's reflection.

"Casey,"

It whips it's head around to look at Raphael and it's absolutely Casey Jones, just in a different body. Taller, thinner, furrier, but it's still Casey, panic and fear, but all Casey. The turtle slowly walks over, as if he'll spook the possum if he goes too fast and he probably will.

"Raph," It speaks softly, quietly, voice cracking. Then it's leaned against it's partners plastron, holding on tight and crying. It's so confused, so lost, so wrong, "What happened to me?"

Raphael doesn't answer right away, just holds onto Casey and doesn't let go. A snout is nuzzled against his neck and they were the same height once, not anymore. He rubs circles onto the possums back, "Mutagen."

"Oh god," is all Casey can supply in response to the new knowledge, body shaking even more, "I'm not human, I'm not-"

"Yes, you are. You're Casey Jones, I promise," Raphael answered with before Casey could spiral, "You're still my partner, still our best friend, still Casey Jones."

There's a weak nod even though Casey doesn't believe a word coming out of Raphael's mouth, "Okay."

-/-/-/-

Casey Jones is an opossum, almost a rat but not quite, and he has an eternal vendetta against the Kraang. He lives in a sewer because of them, he's an animal because of them, he lost his sister because of them. Everything out there is gone because of them and he could do nothing but sulk in the sewers over his new body.

And now he's out in a farmhouse, naught but an animal and he swears he's losing his grasp on humanity a little bit more everyday. But he digs his claws in and tries not to let go because he's got the turtles, a group of four that were never human in the first place but have treated him so much better than any human ever has. If they learned humanity from a rat then he can hold onto what he already knows for his sake and their sake alike.

Hockey stick against sai every single day. Baseball bat against bo staff every single day. Fists against nunchaku every single day. He holds onto that humanity by working out the animal in violence whenever he can. He burned the scare crow mutant to a crisp when no one was looking, he grabbed his lighter and lit it up before anyone could say a thing. Before it could hurt anyone else.

He eats meat and steals scraps off of every one's plate because he's still getting used to the needing to eat every couple hours thing in smaller portions. He sleeps in the morning and wakes at noon, training every hour he's active because what else is there to do aside from chat and play shitty board games.

"Hey, Case," Raphael begins as he watches his partner eviscerate a raw slab of meat on a once white porcelain plate.

The possum snaps up and his pupils are slit, he has blood smattered on his snout and stuck in his fur, dripping from his whiskers. He just stares and chews before swallowing, "Yeah?"

"Do you want some water?" Raphael gently nudges over a glass and Casey is quick to grab it with bloodied paws, he drinks it eagerly.

"Thanks, still getting used to this," He gestures vaguely to himself, "And the meat cravings, and the sleep schedule."

"I know, just try to ease up on the craze, I think you scare Mikey sometimes," Raphael said.

Casey shrugged, "Oops, that's why we eat in the kitchen instead of out there with everyone else."

Raphael just rolled his eyes and took another bite of his pizza, "We'll go out and train after this, work out some of your energy."

"Fucking wicked," Casey answered with.

-/-/-/-

This is the closest Casey Jones will ever get to feeling like himself ever again.

Tip of the sai to his throat and all he does is smile because this is home.

Hockey stick to the back of his partners knees and all he does is smile because this is home.

Cruel words spat and all he does is smile because this is home.

Raphael pierces the tip of his sai into Casey's arm just to draw blood, just to feel pain, to understand what keeps him human.

And Casey Jones has one thing to say in response to the violence.

"Thank you,"

[tranquil-ivy]

This is so basic but it just popped into my mind and I thought it was the cutest thing in the world!

Imagine Leon sneaking Violet onto his motorcycle when she was a kid. You absolutely hated the idea of your little girl on Leon’s motorcycle, especially knowing how he was. It freaked you out—no matter how many times Leon tried to explain to you that it was totally okay.

Leon would come up with a plan to keep you out of the house; he’d give you his credit card to splurge on yourself, saying you earned and deserved it for taking care of his daughter, and as well as being an amazing wife. You accepted of course, giving yourself a day to go crazy and shop till your little heart dropped.

You’d come home to a suspiciously quiet house…Where the hell did Violet and Leon go? His car was in the garage, but his motorcycle wasn’t. Your brain would just immediately connect the dots, he took Violet on his motorcycle. No wonder he was so persistent in you getting out of the house!!

As soon as you heard your little girls giggles and the door open, you’re already at the top of the stairs with your arms crossed. Violet was talking about how fun it was! How it cool it was feeling the wind through her hair, all while Leon took his leather jacket off.

And once he saw you…He knew he was in trouble.

- Anon! 🎀

(I'll be honest, I'd be fucking furious with him too)

His wife just standing at the top of the steps looking down at him like Michael Myers...

And Leon's silently shitting bricks cause he knows she knows. He fucked up big time. You walk downstairs and Violet comes rushing up to you. Telling you everything about the motorcycle ride, as if Leon telling her not to say anything completely left her mind. You crouch to her level fixing her wind blown hair back in place as she keeps blathering.

"Violet baby, why don't you go brush your hair? Get all tidied up and mommy'll take you to get dinner."

"Okay!" Violet smiles wider and starts skipping off down the hall towards the bathroom, Leon starts trying to follow her when you grab his shoulder after quickly standing. Gritting your teeth as you spoke.

"Not you." You could feel the tension coming back into your body. You just spent the day getting a nice massage and shopping. Now you can feel the knots already building back up again. Hearing the bathroom door shut you immediately start tearing into him.

"I told you I didn't want her on that thing yet. You blatantly disrespected my wishes and got me out of the house for the day so you could take our 3 year old out for joy ride on a two wheel death machine... with you driving!"

"Baby it's not -"

"It is a big deal, Leon!" You interrupt him, making him bite the inside of his cheek.

"She's been asking me to take her and I just wanted to give her something she wanted."

"Leon... She's too little to understand how dangerous it is. That's why don't want her on that stupid motorcycle yet. I know you want to give her the world but you need to say no sometimes! I already have to deal with the thought of losing you every time you leave the house and I can't... Not her too..." You take a sharp breath in, thinking about the possibility of losing your husband was enough to break your heart, but your little girl... That would kill you.

"Hey, hey that's not gonna happen. Either of those things." He pulls you into a tight hug. Rubbing at your back as you lazily wrap your arms around him.

"You can't promise that." He pulls back, moving your hair out of your face, kissing your forehead.

"I know, but you also can't go around thinking like that or you'll drive yourself insane." You pout at him, feeling your tension start to dissipate.

"I'm already insane, I married you... And gave you a kid." He chuckles, lifting your chin to give you a much needed reassuring kiss. You melt into him just like you do any other time you two kissed. Slowly pulling back he rests your foreheads together with a soft smile.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, rubbing gentle circles into your hips with his thumbs, "I won't take her out again unless you think it's okay..." You sigh in relief, kissing his cheek.

"Thank you honey."

"But I did get her a harness. Strapped her to my chest and made sure she was holding on nice and tight. Honestly she reminded me of you your first time on the bike. It was cute. Good memory to have with her."

[relatable-trxsh]

What We Came Here To Do pt. 3

The 100 EPISODE 2 Pt. 1

A/n: I'm so sorry it took me too freaking long to get this chapter out. I started a new job and it's honestly kicking my ass. But hopefully, now ill be able to get chapters out more regularly.

Summary: Y/N Kane was a mechanic apprentice that worked under Jake Griffin and Sinclare until Jake gets floated and you get locked up for treason. Now you are part of the 100 getting sent to earth. Of course, you miss your best friend Wick but is stopping your dad Marcus Kane from coming down to earth worth losing Wick forever, the hot (totally not a guard) Bellamy Blake thinks so, so you just might follow him.

pt. 1 pt. 2

Finn Third Person POV

Finn was in utter shock, he could bring himself to move or even think properly until he felt someone pulling on his arm.

“Finn we gotta go.” It was Clarke, he kinda forgot she existed for a second.

“We can just leave Y/n!” He felt tears well up in his eyes. Clarke shook her head. 

“We’re not alone here Finn, we will come back for her but right now we need to make sure we don't die.” Finn quickly wipes his face and nods before following the group quickly out of the forest. Finn turned to look back until you could no longer be seen.

“Who are they,” Finn asks no one in particular. “What are they?”

“We are so screwed” Octavia whines a little. Just as they go to keep walking they hear a loud scream.

“Y/n, she's alive!” Finn whips his whole body toward the scream. Clarke grabs his arm.

“Wait, we stay out of the trees.” Finn nods and they all run back to where your body was supposed to be but it was gone.

“No! Where is she?!”

“They took her.” Clarke says in disbelief. Finn looks at Clarke with anger in his eyes.

“We shouldn't have left her!” Clarke puts her hand on Finn's shoulder. 

“You need to calm down Finn. If there's a chance we can get her back we will.” He nods. 

“Fine, let's get back to camp.”

Y/N POV

You kept your eyes wide open, trying your best to keep track of where the large man was dragging your bound body but it was getting harder and harder to keep them open until finally, they closed for good. 

When your eyes finally opened again you were in a cell of some sort. You tried shifting to sit up but a sharp pain shot throughout your whole body causing you to scream out. 

“Oyo nod we” You looked up at a beautiful woman with long brown hair.

“I-I'm sorry, I d-don't under-” You had to pause, coughing up blood. “I don't understand.” She crouches down wiping some blood from your mouth.

“You failed to stay awake.” 

“Why am I here?” You ask quietly.

“That's a great question. Why are you here? Where did you come from?” You looked at her unsure if you should answer. The woman grabs your bloodied face and lifts it up. 

“Answer my questions little one and I'll let you go.”

“I came from the sky.” 

“Are there more of you?” You nod. 

“We didn't know there were survivors on the ground.” She nods. “Well now you do so you should go back up to the sky.” You cough up more blood and start to lose consciousness again. 

“We…we cant…” Your words trail off as you fall back into uncousciness. 

Finn Pov

Exhausted, they made it back to camp. There was a circle of diliquents and shouting. Finn watched Clarke as she rushes over to the group. At the center of it was Wells and Murphy. Wells seemed to be disliked by most of the diliquents for one reason or another. 

“Wells let him go!” Clarke shots, immediately gaining everyones attention, everyones except Bellamys whos attention was focused on the crowd. Finn watched as Bellamys eyes go from Octavia, Jasper, monty clarke, finn, and back to Octavia. It was like he was counting heads.

“Octavia are you alright?” Bellamy walked over to her helping to support her.

“Yeah I’m okay.” He helps her to sit down. 

“Wheres Y/n…and the food?” He looks to Clarke just knowing she would have the answers. 

“We didnt make it to mount weather.” Octavia says while looking at her leg. Clarke walks over to examine it. 

“What the fuck happened out there?” Clarke signs looking up at Bellamy from where she was crouching on the ground. 

“We were attacked. Y/n was attacked. She went across the water to ge to mount weather and was shot by a spear.”

“How is that possible?” Finn takes this as his que to join the conversation. 

“Were not alone down here. There are others, people that survived the nuclear apocalypse.” There were a few gasps and whispers. “But forget about that, right now we need to focus on getting Y/n back.”

“Why need to get your little girl friend back.” Murphy laughs nudging one of his friends.

“Shes one of my best friends and she was shot by a fucking spear dick head.” Clarke puts her hand on Finns shoulder. 

“Were gonna get her back.” She looks back at Bellamy and furs her brows.

“Did you take off your bracelet??” She reaches for his wrist which Bellamy quickly dodges. 

“Ask him.” He nods towards Murphys direction. 

“How many?” Murphy gets a cocky grin.

“Twenty-four and counting.” Clarke scoffs.

“Youre an idiot! The ark is dying dont you people understand that?! Do you guys want all of your friends and families to die up there, our farmers and doctors? Because thats whats gonna happen. Those wrist bands are the only thing keeping us and them alive!” Bellamy scoffs.

“Dont listen to her, shes one of the privileged. Were are stronger than she gives you credit for. That wrist band on your arm makes you a prisoner. They say theyll forgive you’re crimes, but I say your not criminals!” The delinquents all cheer and clarke rubs her face knowing she lost this fight so she starts heading to the dropship. 

“So whats the plan princess?” Finn asks catching up with her.

“We go get Y/n.”

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just another delightful idea for you bestie...hehehehhehhehhehehhehe

So...picture this: Jason and the reader are acquainted because of him helping out the basketball team in his free time from work, and the reader is dating Eddie. One day the reader is so fed up with Jason constantly talking shit about Eddie during practice because Chrissy and him are besties (without a doubt) and Jason had just said something that truly makes the reader snap. So, the reader makes Jason think that when he isn't at practice (he is with Eddie but no one knows that) that he is with Jason's mom.

Highly bases off the song "I Fucked Yr Mom" by Sorry Mom :))

I Fucked Your Mom Jason - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Male!Reader, he/him, need I say more? Let's get into this

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

Tags: @qthetherapist, @rlmt1, @eddieverse, @alexs-playground

“For the love of fuck Jason, can you just quit it already?” Sarcastically yelling from across the cafeteria at the senior I had been far too tired to deal with his bs about Eddie being a freak.

“Oh yeah (l/n), what are you gonna do to stop me?” He called back angry, guess he didn’t expect his homework kid to get snappy with him. He had constantly been picking on Eddie, my boyfriend, sure I was ‘friends’ with Jason and his club of assholes but only because I did homework in turn for protection from other assholes that didn’t like me. 

“How about this Jason. You know full well that you’re at practice for several hours a day, wanna know what I’m doing when you’re doing all that?” He shut up and gestured for me to continue.

“I was fucking your mom,” not in the slightest bit true, I always hung out with Eddie when Jason was at practice, “That’s right Carver, I was fucking your mom, at the PTA meetings, ya know she'd come by the high school and I just thought she was so fucking cute for a mom. So one night after a meeting I took her home, bent her over my desk, and I fucked the shit out of your mom.” He was livid now, I guess I found the soft spot he’s got. He tried rushing me but didn’t realize I could get out of the way just a bit quicker than he could lunge at me. I had the upper hand here, so why not keep taunting him right?

“It’s funny really, I used to work as a lifeguard in the summer, she and the other moms would come in and relax and we’re allowed to go in and swim with them, yeah. She stayed behind a couple times, just wanted to chat, and realized she must’ve sent the kids home, she had no ride, asked if I could take her home. Well I took her home alright, and I’m sure you were in bed by the time we got back, and she was in mine, I fucked your mom Jason. And she loved every second of it too.” I loved the look of pure rage on his face.

“SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH UP ABOUT MY MOM!” He kept going for punches but wasn’t landing any, too angry to see straight. I had almost made a whole circle around the table dodging his punches and lunges. 

“Then how about you stop me, Carver?” I sprinted back to my seat, snatching my bag and running out of the cafeteria to the parking lot, might as well do a few laps while I’m still alive. 

“Really, you chose to date that one?” Gareth was trying his best to hold in any other concerning comments about me and turning to gauge Eddie’s reaction.

“Yeah, I think I like that one the best.”