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vxiphoid · 1 year

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✦ HOME SWEET HOME(MATES)

❨ leona as your roommate ❩ basically roommates to lovers, i am dying for this trope holy shit. kinda ooc leona (im not sure but ill put this here anyways.), some cursing, mention of marriage like once, other than that really fluffy.

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MOVING IN, WELCOME HOME, LEONA !!

MONTH I

when he first moved in, you were expecting some imperious, egotistical, loud-mouthed prince and well, the imperious part wasn’t exactly wrong. you barely even see the dude and when you do, he’s on the couch, slumped. half of the time you forget you even have a roommate. hell, the dude barely even talks to you. the first time you actually talk to him, after a month of living with each other, is when he placed an assload of dishes in the sink after you had respectfully washed them on his week.

that’s how you found yourself practically hip to hip with a prince, elbows deep in soapy water, hands brushing occasionally. he refused to wash the dishes he had purposely dropped in the sink while you were finishing the last dish. how long was he hoarding these in his room? you didn’t know but you made a deal with him. you help him wash the dishes but he has to finish the rest of his week, simple enough since it is his responsibility. hell, when you saw the tower he placed in the kitchen you damn near tore his ear off dragging him back to his mess. what were you, his mother? maybe he just needed some house training, assuming he lived in some mansion with an unimaginable amount of maids.

leona’s chest rumbled and his ear flicked with discomfort, his lip twitching upward into a grimace. sparing him a glance, you bumped his hip with yours. “lighten up, its not that bad.”

“i think i just touched peanut butter. wet peanut butter.”

your stomach tightened and you instinctively pursed your lips to prevent the laughter bubbling in your throat. okay, maybe it was that bad. his tail flicked your leg in annoyance. he has to give you some credit, some. washing dishes wasn’t the most pleasing thing however he had to admit, you weren’t that bad of company. now he was the one stealing glances at you, emerald eyes roving across the expanse of your figure before finally settling on your face. easy on the eyes. he returned his gaze to his hands that were violently scrubbing a dish.

he even returned your gentle hip bump.

ITS LATE, TALK TO ME

MONTH II

he’s actually been in your room a few times, mostly when you’re out, so he can steal that comfy ass bed of yours. though tonight, its clearly different when the lion comes stumbling into your room and plops down on your bed. its weird, at first, but you slowly slid beside him and stared at the ceiling together. it wasn’t until you made some comment that started the late night, half-asleep talking.

“oh! that one dude,” you snap your fingers for remembrance, “ruggie, was it? does he actually eat dandelions?”

the vibes that radiated through your room is therapeutic. mood lighting, a person to talk to, and a dedicated playlist for this occasion. leona’s voice is rather calming with the slight hint of drowsiness, someone you would definitely pay to have a story read to you. he’s told you more about night raven; his acquaintances, not friends, what he’s studied. the college sounded like a lively place, unlike the boring shared apartment route. though, it is a little less boring now.

leona hums, your question quickly answered with acknowledgment. “yeah. he’s weird like that but he’s alive, thats really all i care about.” he says. his voice is soft and slightly deeper than what you’re used to hearing. it makes something in your chest constrict and tighten at the same time.

“he eats pumpkin seeds, don’t he?” you deadpan.

leona lets out a noise that sounded extremely similar to a laugh to which he, badly, attempted to cover up with a cough. you practically spring up, “are you.. laughing? did i just make you laugh? the leona kingscholar?” “nuh-uh.” the more you continued to shower him with this teasing, the harder it got to actually compose his grin, he’s already turned away from you. the look of pure mirth on his face is enough for you to forget what stress you ever had. in a weird way, you feel kind of privileged knowing that you were able to make him smile. you’d take this over any other day, perhaps you liked your new roommate.

OH LOOK, A CAFE !!

MONTH III

leona was actually contempt to take a small detour from your walk together, he really didn’t care where went. all he knows is that he needs a nap. you were actually looking for somewhere nice to sit down to help leona with his studies, the cafe down the street sounded like a decent date. study date. no one told him there were cats in there!

“how is it?” you ask smugly.

leona looks up from the table, a half glare shot at you as he sucks cupcake frosting from the pad of his thumb. he releases his thumb with a wet pop and a once over at his lips, “i like it as much as much as you like stealing my clothes.” then he pushed the cupcake into his mouth, his eyes flicking to his button up around your body.

you intertwine your fingers, resting your chin upon your hands. “it was in my dirty clothes basket, i washed it, therefore it is mine.” you quip back playfully, taking a sip out of your latte.

“it literally has my name sewn onto the back.” he counters.

“yeah, with the smoothest fucking silk i’ve ever felt!” he shrugged as to say no big deal but you knew he secretly liked it from the way he kept eyeing it, just not enough to admit vocally. you’re the only person he could tolerate wearing his clothes, so sue him for not being able to wear anything else in your house for some days until they got clean. “think about it; if you marry me, we’d share the same last name, eh? eeeh?” you wiggle your eyebrows at him.

he huffs, a playful smile gracing his features. “oh, you would just love that, wouldn’t you? have a little field day?” he raises an eyebrow as he takes another bite of cake, his voice full of mock amusement.

a brown cat hopped onto the table, your little corner now surrounded by the cute animals. almost all of them taking complete interest in your dear prince. rubbing their warm bodies against him as if they had been waiting their whole life for him to show up. one by one, they hop onto him, sniffing at his neck as if he were their food and he sat stiffly. you on the other hand indulged your one kitten with satisfying scratches under its chin, staring in pure adoration as a cat rubbed its face against leona’s cheek. you had to take a few pictures, it was a must have in your camera roll.

“papa cat with his litter of kittens.” you cooed softly as you snap another picture.

leona’s ear flicked in irritation, “cheka is enough.”

ITS SPA DAY !

MONTH IV

leona was already suspicious when you willingly lead him to your room, even more when you pat your lap. what is he, some cat? still laid down though, a win is a win. its crazy how comfortable he’s gotten with you. so comfortable, he’s letting you card your heavenly hands through his thick mane to pin it back for whatever substance you’re going to rub onto his face.

leona’s right eye spontaneously closed as you neared his face with a dropper, the glass tube smeared its cool continents on his cheek. “what’s this one? part ninety-nine of glass skin treatment?”

lord knows he doesn’t need it, he already has glass skin, it was just an excuse to poke n prod his squishy cheeks. you didn’t bother do answer, instead rolling your eyes and rubbing the serum onto his skin. its been what, twenty minutes? leona hasn’t fallen asleep, mostly because he’s staring at you. the dim lighting made your skin glow, made you glow. in the dark, you were a star that would have burned down by now if not for a miracle or magic spell, was he that spell? like an angel or an extraterrestrial. your stare was hypnotic. your stare made him forget everything around him, your gaze made him lose his footing. he felt himself moving forward and backward at the same time, the air between you became charged.

“you have a weird taste in roommates, herbivore.”

your hands pause at the curve of his neck, then move up to run through his thick hair. your touch made his skin flush, his breath hitch at a low frequency. you grin, “mm, yeah? is that right?”

his eyelids flutter at the feel of your thumbs rubbing over his temples, “you’re doing the thing again.” he breathes out. you chuckle, “the thing? the temple rubbing thing?” “your little thing, the smile and that voice thing.”

“ohh…” you roll your tongue against the roof of your mouth before smiling wider, “should i stop?”

he doesn’t respond right away, the moment stretches into minutes. he’s fading in and out of dreamland and wanting to stay awake for more of your touch. “jus’ a bit longer.”

RAINY DAY IN, MOVIE NIGHT ?

MONTH V

you two actually had plans to go to out but when opened the door for you just for it to be absolutely pouring outside, he settled for a movie. you got all the blankets while leona got all the snacks. what movie you both were watching? he doesn’t know, you make a phenomenal pillow though.

the tv was basically just murmuring, your vision unfocused as your hand absently played with leona’s hair. you knew that once he lied down, he was going to fall asleep. his whole weight flush against your body and cheek smooched into your chest, his tail swishing slowly showing he was awake in some way. you shift your head to look at him, catching a whiff of sweetness from his hair. some sadness settled in the pit of your gut. leona wasn’t always going to be here, he had to return to his studies and his royalty business. you couldn’t keep him even if you tried.

“did you fall asleep or are you upset, herbivore?”

his voice startled you out of your revere, you hummed in response, his words not quite processing correctly.

“your heartbeat slowed and you stopped playing with my hair.” he said as if it was the most obvious thing ever. you hadn’t even noticed you stopped stroking his head. you turn his head to hold his face in your hands, his eyes droopy from sleep. those eyes doing the unimaginable to your heartstrings. “you gotta to go back, don’t you?”

leona gives you a slow blink, his hand resting over yours. “‘course i do.” he yawns.

it was a really selfish thought, wanting to keep him forever. if you had the chance you would carry him in your pocket at all times.

“here,” leona removes his hand from yours, taking something from his pocket and holding it up for you to see. its a ring, its silver color catching the light from the tv. on his ring finger was a slightly bigger one, matching pairs. “its a promise ring.” he takes your hand from his face to slide it onto you but you pull your hand away. he’s confused at your reaction, looking at you like you’ve grown an extra head. your eyes are glossed over, tears forming. something was screaming that it was too early, that he was moving too fast. then your lips lifted into a grin, you laugh but they come out shaky. “its a promise ring, you gotta make a promise, leo.”

“you’re so sappy.” he frowns albeit the blanket of relief blanketing over his heart. he takes your hand once more, securely this time. “i promise to come back.” he places a kiss to the pad of your ring finger before sliding the silver band onto it, returning your hand to his cheek and pressing a firmer kiss to your palm. you watch the silver bleed into a rose color, a soft vibration in your finger when leona’s changed as well. you smile widely, tears streaming down your face. emotions flew and popped like fireworks throughout your body, uncontainable, freed. you laugh as he leans his forehead onto yours, wiping your tears with his thumb and letting out a few purrs of content.

“you’re really happy, huh? so happy you’re shedding tears for me?” “mmhmm, shut up. lemme enjoy this, enjoy you. please?” “as you wish.”

LAST, BUT NOT FINAL, GOODBYES

MONTH IV

welp, its time to say goodbye. you had your ups and— well, mostly ups, you never fought with leona. by the time you had helped leona pack his stuff and belongings, it was past noon. he looked the least bit of interested and you were doing most of the moving. in his own way of saying he doesn’t want to leave, he lazes on the couch and sometimes tugs you down with him.

“you’re sure you have your toothbrush, your expensive hair products, everything?”

leona let out a pained groan from the couch, his ring finger buzzing. “herbivore, you’re stressing.” your eyes flicked to the band on his finger, the color fading to a wine red.

he held his arm out to you, to which you inhaled, held it, then let it out through your mouth when you were under the warmth of his arm. “i know… i just want to make sure you don’t forget anything, leo.” your voice was muffled as you breathed into his chest.

“if i forget anything important, id buy a new whatever it is. you’d want it more though, for when you’re missing your better other half.” leona nudged his chin into your head and you visibly relaxed against him. he let himself sink into the softness of your body, wrapping his arms around you, his fingers trailing up and down your back in a soothing pattern. a thrum shooting through both of your fingers signaling a color change in the rings.

…then the sound of buzzing from the coffee table.

leona curses, apologizing as he reached to get it. taking a glance at the screen he sighs, patting your hip. “that’s my ride.”

he had already shipped off his heavy luggage to night raven so the only thing left to do was wish him off. its not the last goodbye, you’d see him again. only through a screen and through texts before he has his next break and can see you again. you stood on your front porch, shifting your weight from leg to leg while you worried your lip. he eyes you, slowly opening his arms just for you to pounce on him. enclosing your limbs around his body as tightly as you could, your face pressed into his neck, your hands gripping the fabric of his jacket. he chuckles, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “you better come back.” you mutter.

leona sets you down, wiping any incoming tears from your eyes. “i promised, didn’t i?”

your lips curl up in a watery smile. he pulls away from you, making his way to the car waiting in the parking lot. you had this stupid little grin on your face when you noticed the happy whip in his tail from the interaction. halfway to his ride, leona stops, turning on his heel and sprinting back to you, yelling that he had forgotten something. you were already beginning to scold him but was quickly silenced by his lips. he kisses you sweetly and with enough passion to rival that of the sun, his hand gently cupping your cheek, thumb running across the skin there. you lean forward, melting into the kiss, and the two of you finally separate after what felt like an eternity. his eyes are glistening, a slight sheen over them betraying his emotional state, but you had no qualms about kissing him, even after the short months. it still makes you dizzy when you see the love radiating from his eyes.

“you got a partner in six months? are you fucking kidding me?!”

you peek over leona’s shoulder, a boy with short fluffy hair and blue eyes, big hyena ears from his messy hair yelling from the car window. just like leona described him, ruggie. your prince kisses under your eye, his demeanor quickly changing as he faced ruggie. “you have no game, that’s all. don’t blame me for being simply better.” leona states calmly.

only when the car pulled off did you notice your ring beaming gold, magic swirling beneath the thick material.

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loveinhawkins · 1 year

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He has strange dreams.

Sometimes they’re not so bad. Sometimes he can hear Eddie’s voice encouraging him, “Yeah, there you go. That’s it, Steve, just keep breathing.”

Sometimes Eddie sounds strange, too, like he’s laughing and crying at the same time—muttering unsteadily, “C-come on, up you go. Shit, shit, shit. You’ve gotta help me out here, Steve.”

But then he’s flying, falling through darkness, and everything turns awful.

Fire. Flames all over his skin, burning, burning, and he has to kick, strike out, get away, but someone’s pinning him down—

“Y-you’ve gotta stay still. Wheeler, Wheeler, his leg, watch his—hey, Steve, shh, shh, just stop moving, man, please.”

Make it stop make it stop stop STOP STOP—

“Shh, shh, I know, I know. Take my hand, hey, you can break it, fucking go for it, man, I don’t care.”

Please I just want it to stop please please please just let me—

“Hey, hey, hey, you can’t go to sleep right now, okay? Just a little longer, Steve, we’re getting you some help, you’ve just gotta keep your eyes—”

It’s too much too much too much, just want it to end, I want I want—

“One more minute, Steve, you hear me? I’ll count, and then—you’re gonna be all right, this time it’ll be—”

YOU’RE LYING—

One last flash of lucidity.

Eddie. Eddie’s hand in his hair, Eddie’s lips against his temple, wet with tears.

“I’m sorry. I’m s-so—God, just. Please.”

Another dream.

A new voice. Makes him think of summer, and butterscotch ice-cream, and laughter.

“Hi, Steve. Got a present for you, so you—you’d better, um… God, you’d find this so damn f-funny, wouldn’t you? Guess it’s more proof we’re from the same womb, huh? Ugh, gross image, Rob, thanks. Sorry. Just thought I’d say it for you.”

Don’t cry, Robin. It’s okay. Don’t cry.

“Eddie.”

“What? Is Buckley okay? Wheeler.”

“Yeah, she’s—she’s fine. It’s—they said—”

“Oh God.”

“—it might not work.”

A strangled, pained noise. Footsteps. A door slamming.

Where are you going? Come back. Come back.

Sleep. Drift. Try to wake. Sleep.

He dreams of fire.

Fire.

Fire fire fire stop STOP—

Hand pressing down on his forehead, cold, cold, but he’s much too hot, he’s going to burn up, he can’t—he’s going to die, he’s dead already, it’s too much, it’s—

“Steve, Steve, just try and—hey, it’s just me, you’re okay, you’ve just gotta—oh Christ, please, Steve, just lie back. I know it’s hard, I know, I know.”

The scratch of a needle.

DANGER, GET AWAY, GET—

“Stop, stop! You’re hurting him, don’t you get it, you’re—”

A hand in his. Cold metal. Rings.

EddieEddieEddie

“Oh, holy shit.” Shocked laughter, breathless with relief. “That’s it, Steve, that’s it. Break my fucking fingers, dude, I dare you.”

Everything slips…

The fire goes out. Cold sweat. Shivering.

Lips on his temple. A kiss.

“You did it. You fucking did it, Steve, you’re amazing, you’re—that’s it, sweetheart, just breathe. Rest now. I’ve got you. Shh, I’ve got you.”

Sleep.

“Everyone’s fine, by the way. …God, it was fucking terrifying me, saying that out loud, y’know? Like I’d jinx it, or… Then I started thinking that you made a deal or something. Was the only way it made sense. Like, what are the odds that everyone else made it, and… Even me, man, thought I was a goner for… So I —I kinda pretended you’d made a trade, with God or the Devil or—I don’t know. Your life for… Wouldn’t put it past you. But that’s—that’s bullshit, okay? They… they don’t need saving anymore, Steve. They just need you.”

Wake.

Eyes too heavy to…

“Hey, hey, you’re good. Take it easy.”

Tongue slow. Throat scraped raw. Swallow.

Try.

“D’st’n. Dust…”

“Shh. Dustin’s just fine, Steve. Promised you, didn’t I?”

“H-hurt?”

“Nah, man. Not anymore.”

“You?”

“…Me?”

“Hurt?”

“Oh. I’m—I’m good, Steve. You sleep some more, ‘kay? You’ll feel better.”

Hand in his.

Gentle.

Safe.

Sleep.

Waking up properly is a slow, taxing thing. Eventually he blinks leaden eyelids open. Sees his left hand, lying limp: palm covered with gauze so only his fingers are really visible.

Footsteps, pacing the room. Back and forth, back and forth.

Eddie.

Steve wets his cracked lips and says the only thing he can.

“Dustin?”

Eddie freezes. Glances over. Lets out a shaky kind of scoff.

“He’s safe. D’you know how many times you’ve asked me that, Harrington?”

Steve tries to straighten up. Humours him.

“I dunno, twice?”

Eddie makes a noise imitating a klaxon, like Steve’s just got an answer wrong on a quiz show.

“Nope! Lost count after ten.”

Then Eddie looks at him, really looks at him, and he somehow gets even more still, as if he’s suddenly holding his breath.

“You’re—you’re back,” he says. “Can see it in your eyes. You’re really… fuck.”

He starts pacing again, his spine a rigid line of tension. Steve follows his every move, even though his eyes start to ache with the effort.

“You’re angry,” Steve says quietly.

Eddie shakes his head, breathes out a laugh through clenched teeth. “Yeah. Guess you could say that.”

He comes to an abrupt stop at the foot of the bed—a hospital bed, Steve realises, as one of Eddie’s hands grips the bottom rail, like he needs it to keep standing.

“This much,” Eddie says conversationally, and he shows his thumb and forefinger with barely any space between them.

“What?”

“That’s how close Henderson’s bite was to the femoral artery. Twenty seconds more? Hell, ten seconds? Those damn bats would’ve kept coming, and at least one of them would’ve fucking struck gold ‘cause I couldn’t fucking shield him properly in the goddamn first place, and he would’ve bled out in my arms. So yeah, Steve. I’m angry.”

“But that.” Steve frowns, hopes that he sounds understanding. Gentle. “That didn’t happen, Eddie.”

Eddie laughs again. He looks down, hair hanging so that Steve can’t see his face; he can see his knuckles on the bed frame though, turning white.

“I’m angry ‘cause you were right.” Eddie sucks in a breath, and when he raises his head, his eyes are burning. “I hate that you were right.”

“I don’t—”

“If you hadn’t done—done what you did.” Eddie falters, takes another breath. “Dustin would’ve died. I would’ve died. And I’m angry, I’m so fucking angry that that probably justifies it all for you.”

Steve sighs. “Justifies what?” he asks, though he suspects he already knows.

“That a world without you is any way fucking acceptable.”

Steve resists the urge to sigh again. “Eddie,” he says, tries to sound as matter-of-fact as he can without being a dick about it. “Look, man, I know you’re new to the whole—everything—but sometimes, things happen. People can get hurt, and—”

“No,” Eddie says. “No, you don’t get to do that. Don’t play that card. Yeah, I know I’m a fucking newborn to the whole alternate dimension shtick, but hey, the one thing I can say about myself is that I catch on pretty fucking quick.” He points at Steve, sharp and accusatory. “And I know if anyone else tried to pull the shit that y-you just—you would’ve stopped it in a heartbeat. I know you would have. So. Why?”

For a moment, Steve has to look away. He has the horrible feeling, suddenly, that Eddie’s eyes can see right through him. “Why what?”

“Why are you so determined that it has to be you?”

Steve swallows. He doesn’t know how to put it into words; doesn’t know how to say that his mind has played every scenario on a loop throughout the very worst of nights. That the thought of anyone else dying turns his world into static, the horror far too much to process. That, in comparison, the fear of his own death seems small. Trivial.

So instead, he looks Eddie right in the eye, because the guy deserves that, at least.

“Anyone else wasn’t an option,” Steve gets out.

He means for it to sound strong, determined, but he doesn’t think he succeeds, because Eddie’s eyebrows furrow like he can hear the fear in the words.

“And if—if it had to come down to it,” Steve continues, “I’d rather it—I’d—Dustin, he. He would’ve had you, and—”

Eddie laughs yet again, and it’s tipping into something hysterical. He presses the heel of his palms against his eyes. “You barely know me.”

“I know enough,” Steve returns.

Eddie drops his hands. “I’ve barely known Dustin a year, man! And what am I even—I’m just the leader of his glorified fucking after-school club, I’m not—”

“Eddie, come on. You know you’re more than that.”

So much more.

But Eddie is shaking his head again. “Don’t you get it?” he says faintly. “Don’t you get how irreplaceable you are? Dustin, he—when I left him with the girls, he kept crying out for you. He was in pain, he was scared, and he wanted you. Yeah, he might think I’m the cool weirdo at high school, fucking whatever, but you—you’re his family.”

Steve abruptly finds a spot in the ceiling, blinks back the stinging in his eyes. “You gonna—” He clears his throat. “You gonna sit down?”

Eddie answers by scraping a chair along the floor until he throws himself into it, knees almost touching the side of Steve’s bed.

“I really hate blood, you know?” Eddie says, after a long silence. “Like, there was a biology lesson where… it was a dissection, the teacher was demonstrating, she’d barely made a cut with that scalpel thingy and I just…” He claps his hands together. “Fainted dead away. It was so embarrassing. Was almost glad when the Satan rumours started, at least it was a distraction from…”

A pause. Eddie leans forward.

“But with you… when we got you—in the ambulance, and—I watched everything. I didn’t look away, not for a second. Not for one fucking second.”

Steve exhales. “Why?”

“So I could say they didn’t just call it. That they tried, at least. That they fucking fought for you. ‘Cause that’s what we all were doing, we—we weren’t letting you go just like that. You shoulda seen Wheeler, man, thought she was gonna murder the docs with just one look. And Buckley, she—” A flicker of emotion passes across Eddie’s face. “You know you two have the same blood type?”

“Oh,” Steve breathes, then thinks it’s no wonder he survived, with Robin’s strength now flowing in his veins.

“Even that was touch-and-go for a while.” Eddie rubs a hand down his face, looks thoroughly exhausted. “Like, Dustin was feverish for a bit, and they reckon I’d already puked it up, but you—there were some white-coats who knew about… and they thought. That. That there was so much venom in you from those bats that you’d… your body would reject Robin’s blood.” He bows his head. “For a while, I thought… I thought…”

Steve puts all his effort into lifting his hand. Manages to reach the top of Eddie’s head, fingers curling weakly into his hair.

“Eddie, I’m—I’m sorry.”

It’s not enough; he knows it’s not enough. But it’s all he has.

Eddie gently removes Steve’s hand. Uncurls Steve’s fingers, like he’s seeing them for the very first time.

“This one was the worst,” he whispers. “Throughout all of it.” He stares down at the palm covered in gauze, and his eyes fill with tears. “Because when you—when you brought out the knife, that’s. That’s when I knew for sure. What you were gonna—” His voice breaks.

Steve doesn’t know how to make this better. Thinks that he’d settle for making Eddie smile. That would be worth something. Everything.

“I meant it, y’know. Wasn’t just the blood loss talking.”

Eddie sniffs. “Meant what?”

“That you’re beautiful.” Eddie chuckles. One tear falls down his cheek. He doesn’t wipe it away. “Nah. When you said that, I was like oh, you’re really out of it, huh?”

“Don’t think that was it.” Steve gathers the last of his bravery. “Think I just—didn’t wanna die with it going unsaid.”

Eddie makes a noise, a pained mixture of a gasp, sob and laugh.

“I thought you were… beautiful, t-too,” he says through uneven, stuttering breaths.

Steve makes a face of distaste to get him to laugh again; it works, except for the fact that he also starts to sob even more.

“Yeah, bet I was a pretty picture.”

“Steve. I mean it. You—you were looking down at Dustin, I saw you, and I just. You looked so… so fucking devoted, you were glowing with it. I think.” His voice turns tearful again. “I think I knew even then. I just remember—remember thinking oh God, he—he loves so damn much that he’s gonna die for it.”

He puts a hand over his eyes. Weeps.

Steve’s heart shatters.

“But I didn’t,” he murmurs. “Eddie, hey. I didn’t. I’m still here.”

He lifts his hand again, reaches for him. Very clumsily touches his cheek, until Eddie jerks back with a muttered, “I’m gonna get your bandages wet.”

“Guess I’ll just have to kiss you instead,” Steve replies—and ordinarily that level of boldness might have shocked him, but fuck it; he’s been through enough that the nerves barely register. Can only really feel a sudden wave of exhaustion, anyway.

Eddie snorts—seems to be so taken aback that he stops crying. “Was that a fucking line? In a hospital bed, no less? You have zero shame, Steve Harrington.”

Steve smiles, suppressing a yawn. “Did it work?”

Eddie smiles back. Tears still shine on his face. He pauses, then says, “One,” lifting up a finger like he’s haggling. “Then I’d better go tell someone you woke up.”

“Deal.”

And Steve is quickly becoming too tired to do much in the way of responding, so that the whole thing ends up being just a brief press of lips against one another. Even then, it’s the best. Because Eddie’s lips are warm, and all Steve can taste is the salt of his tears. No blood.

Eddie draws back just a little, gives one last lingering peck. Then he moves away.

Steve’s eyes are delayed in opening; when he manages it, he sees Eddie giving him a tender smile.

“Oh, it was a goodnight kiss, I see,” Eddie teases.

“Mm-hmm.”

Eddie leans forward again, this time to kiss Steve’s forehead. It makes Steve’s eyes close instinctively, and then he can’t seem to open them again.

Eddie chuckles. Sighs. “You’re fading, sweetheart. Gonna go fetch a doctor, then I’ll be right back. Promise.”

“Mm. Trust you.”

Trust you with everything.

He hears Eddie standing up, pushing the chair aside—everything muffled, but softly so. Not frightening. Not anymore.

As Steve drifts off, his last thought is that Eddie had been right; he would’ve died for love.

But now…

Now he’d like to try living for it.

#the universes in which steve is self-sacrificing are never ending #steddie fic #steddie #steddie ficlet #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve and robin #steve and dustin #eddie and dustin #eddie and nancy

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mintmatcha · 5 months

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no quirks tomura au

"Ugh."

You jam your phone in-between Tomura and his television and he has to duck not to see the half naked man that's pulled up on your screen. Somehow, you've both ended on the floor, your legs looped under his and your foot nudging up his ankle.

"Do you think he's cute?" When your friend doesn't answer, you shove your phone in front of him again. This time, some fish-holding douchebag graces the screen and Tomura can't help but scoff.

"What about this guy?"

The League match ends with a bright red screen and Tomura lets out the puff of air caught in his lungs. A heat has started to itch inside his chest as your annoyance grows.

"Why are you showing me your tinder?" he snaps. He really wants to know why you're looped up around him, hand so close to his thigh, when you're looking for someone else to spend the night with. The white tee you're wearing is --was-- his. If he looks, he can make out the dark rim of your nipples with through the white cotton.

He doesn't dare to look.

"I'm bored and my mouth is lonely," you shrug. "Just need someone to make out with tonight."

I'm here, he thinks. You can use me.

"Whore," he says instead.

"Please." You stretch both of your legs until the muscles twitch and kick, lacing yourself even deeper, so close that your thigh is wedged between his. The tickle of your breath creeps up his neck as you taunt him. "I bet you haven't even kissed a girl."

A flicker of your eyes to his lips feels like a taunt. He sucks him in between his teeth and grimaces at how chapped they are, how the taste of copper clings to the split. Th

"I'm not twelve." Tomura keeps himself as deadpan as possible, but he can see the glint in your eye, the knowledge that he's full of shit. "I've done a lot of shit with a lot of girls."

You laugh and it makes his stomach tight.

"Then prove it." He can taste your perfume, long faded into something barely sweet and musky. You must apply it to the soft spot right under your ear- the place you ask those tinder assholes to kiss the most, you claim. It strikes him as surprisingly erotic, such a soft, curved, exposed spot, your dangling earring dropping against to as you tilt your head.

"You just want to practice for your tinder cucks."

Somehow, he's moved closer, propped back onto to his palm to meet your eye. Something in his room is pinging - Discord friends who are wondering where the fuck he disappeared to. He can't seem to care about video games right now, not when your hands are grabbing his thigh, pulling yourself closer-

"Dude, shut up and suck on my tongue already."

Your lips meet his before he can respond. The jolt of your tongue, candy sweet, surprises him. Out of all the times he imagined your skin against his, her never imagined it to be so sloppy. Gentle, needy, soft, but never spitty and messy.

And yet your tongue is on his and your lips are sealed against his, hot breath trapped between. Tomura isn't sure if you're good at this or if he's pathetic, but when the moment passes and you pull away, his body is rigid with the want and need for more.

"Holy shit." Your eyes pop open wide. "That totally was your first kiss-- I fucking knew it."

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year

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Making snow angels but imagine this! Steve is the angel on your shoulder and Eddie is the devil! And and and one day you hit your head or something and you see both of them! It doesn’t even have to be romantic just like how would they explain why two random dudes are in your room after you wake up(imagine you hit your head, went to sleep) and next morning you wake up to two rando dudes sitting on your bed discussing something! Idk funny. This might be stupid but I just thought about it and how that conversation would go 😅😅

A/N: omg shut up I LOVE THAT!! *my brain immediately going to extremely smutty places and losing it at the wild possibilities*

Word count: 616

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“I think she can see us.”

“I don’t know, maybe she just actually did get a concussion last night.”

Staring in complete and utter shock at the two strangers standing at the foot of your bed, your voice trembled as you asked, “w-who are you and what are you doing here?”

“Holy shit,” the one with long dark curls cursed.

“Tell me right now or I swear I’ll scream!” you treated, scurrying up as close to the headboard as you could.

“She can see us? She can see us,” the other one realised, “alright,” he looked straight at you, then wondered underneath his breath, “how the fuck do I do this…” flashing you a bright and slightly nervous smile, he said, “hi! I’m Steve and this is Eddie.”

“How did you get in my room?” your wild eyes darted from one to the other.

“Well, we’re sort of always around you,” Eddie shrugged.

“You-…” there was only one logical explanation to this. You had a stalker, or more accurately, you had two. “Please don’t hurt me!”

“Hurt you?” Steve’s brows furrowed as he swiftly sat down on the edge of the mattress, “we would never hurt you!”

“I mean,” the other’s ever-present smirk grew bigger, “unless you want us to-”

“Hold your split tongue for once in your life, Munson!” Steve snapped, glaring back at his partner. Dropping his harshness at once, he glanced back at you and spoke, “Y/n, don’t listen to him, just look at me and take a deep breath for a second.”

“Who are you? What do you want with me?”

Not waiting a second longer to respond, Eddie blurted out, “we are your shoulders’ devil and angel.”

“Dude,” Steve whipped his head around again, “you could have softened the blow a little.”

“Well, I’ve never done this before, what do you expect me to do?” he replied, defensively waving his arms around.

“Is this some sort of joke?” you asked, still clutching your knees to your chest, “did Robin put you up to this?”

Looking you in the eye, Steve said, “I swear we’re telling you the truth.”

Still not convinced, you challenged, “then prove it,” not really sure what it was you were asking them to do.

“Alright,” Eddie accepted the test, listing off confidently, “you usually always have oatmeal for breakfast but yesterday you had toast, 6 months ago you started lying to your friends and told them that you weren’t a virgin anymore, that you had fooled around with some guy during summer break when in reality you went away to visit your grandparents and spend your days playing bridge, and lastly, you say that pillow is only for decoration,” he pointed to the pink, firm one beside you, “but we are all well aware that’s not why you keep it on your bed…”

“I-…” your breath got caught in your throat, “but, you’re not on my shoulders…”

“Yeah, that part is more of an expression.”

“Holy shit… so you two are always here?”

“Always have, always will,” Eddie stated.

“Wait,” you winced, squeezing your eyes shut as you asked, “does that mean-, have you seen me naked?”

“Of course not,” Steve rushed to say, though Eddie swiftly corrected him.

“Don’t lie, Steve, it’s not a good look on you. Yes,” he smirked, virtually singing the words, “yes, we certainly have.”

“Oh my god…” you sank down deeper, hiding your face in your knees.

“Don’t be embarrassed, it’s a totally normal and natural thing,” you felt Steve’s fingers brush over your right calf, “we’re used to it, barely even notice anymore, I swear.”

“Yeah,” Eddie chuckled, “that’s not what your dick said when she took a shower yesterday…”

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ququb444hm · 8 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝

part 25 / nair hair removal ☆

masterlist

warning(s): possible typos (this is not proofread in the slightest :3), profanity

normally it would take someone an average of 10 minutes to get to shinrinyoku flower shop from yūgen university’s campus on foot. maybe a bit longer if they were leaving the boy’s dormitory.

but rintarou suna got there in 5 minutes.

“holy shit rin. did you sprint here?” cecily had rushed downstairs when she suddenly heard loud banging against the shophouse’s doors. “let me go get you some water-”

rin quickly disregarded the offer, completely focused on finding his friend. “yn. where- where is she?”

“upstairs, but-” before cecily could finish her sentence, the drummer pushed passed her and trudged up the building’s stairs, ignoring his breathless state.

“hey yn?” his voice was gentle, a heavy contrast to his usual sarcastic diction. “it’s rin. could you let me in, please?”

no response.

“mori said you left practice early without saying anything and you aren’t answering the group chat so we got worried…”

still no response.

while waiting for yn to answer, rin took the time to catch his breath, bringing out his phone to text the rest of the group about yn’s whereabouts: she’s here at shinrinyoku

as quick responses of 'thank goodness’ and ‘we’re on our way’ came from mori and koushi, cecily ascended the stairs with a glass of water for the junior college student. “you didn’t let me finish. yn ended up crying herself to sleep once we got home,” she turned the doorknob to let her and rin enter the dimly lit room. “I don’t know if you know what happened, but thank you for coming either way. I think it would be best if you just wait until she wakes up. are the others on their way?”

fox-like eyes surveyed the sleeping figure that belonged to yn. tears stained her rosy cheeks and a sorrowful expression seemed to lay permanent on her face. his heart ached at the sight before him, wanting nothing more than to find the root of the situation and punch whatever or whoever was responsible. and for some reason, he had a hunch that it was all due to a certain blond– not atsumu, though someone declaring you left practice early because you had diarrhea is definitely something to cry about because what the fuck dude!

“yeah. koushi finished class a few minutes ago so he's probably on his way with mori right now and tooru might be here a little later because he had a modeling gig today.”

“okay then, let me know if you need anything.” cecily placed the cup of water for rin down on yn’s nightstand before quietly slipping away to make dinner.

once it was just the two friends in the room, rin walked over to the side of the bed closest to yn’s head and sat down. her hair was disheveled, strands either sticking to her face or sprawled elsewhere. a heavy sigh escaped rin’s lips as he tucked yn’s hair behind her ear, her face now unbothered by the h/c mess. absentmindedly, he continued to comb through yn’s hair as he waited for the others to arrive and as if yn’s body knew who he was, she subconsciously leaned closer to him.

by the time the whole friend group resided in yn’s room, it was nearing 9:30PM.

“okay, so! they ended up not having any whipped cream–”

“no one asked for whipped cream.”

“can you can it, rintarou. some people like adding a little cream to their cream.” tooru scoffed, slightly glaring as he continued emptying out the grocery bags. “anyways, before I was rudely interrupted, I ended up getting one tub of (ur fav ice cream flavor), another of cookie dough, and..” he rummaged the bottom of the bag, pulling out a small pill bottle and handing it over to yn, “stomach pills.”

yn sat crisscrossed on her bed, blanket wrapped around her and mori who leaned against her figure. a puzzled look painted her face, “oh… thank you?”

“atsumu said you had diarrhea,” mori informed, “we didn’t know if he was being for real or not.”

“ohmygod. he did not..please tell me he did not.”

koushi nervously laughed at his friend’s worry. “only if it makes you feel a little bit better…”

“what even happened?” rin asked, eager to find the reason why his friend was now puffy-eyed and sluggish.

yn let out a lengthy whine, falling onto her back as the events with kozume resurfaced her mind in clear detail. tears started to brim her eyes once again as she felt the familiar stinging of her heart. “I thought…I thought he actually liked me back all this time.”

“oh baby…” koushi immediately stood up from his spot on the floor and joined yn on the bed, his arms instinctively pulling her into a tight hug as she cried onto his shoulder.

“kozume said everything was a…mistake. he-” choking back a sob, yn tried to continue despite the constant cracks of her frail voice. “he looked me in the eyes and said it too!”

“ugh! that jerk!” mori shrieked.

“but he-”

“but he fucking kissed you. twice.” rin stated, finishing tooru's sentence. “what the fuck is he even thinking.”

“you know what we need to do?” koushi started, rubbing comforting circles on yn’s back.

“rock his shit.” rin declared, arms crossed against his chest.

“steal his cat.” mori added.

“put nair hair removal in his shampoo and conditioner bottles so he slowly balds. then we secretly steal his hair and make a voodoo doll out of it.” tooru finished, nodding to himself.

“wait I like that idea.” rin and mori unanimously agreed.

the gray-haired senior pursed his lips, wondering how many paychecks he'd need to pay for all three of the boy’s therapies. “uhm… all good ideas class, but I was going to say let all our emotions out and forget about kozume tonight.” he motioned to the defrosting tubs of ice cream on the floor which the group momentarily forgot about.

rin, mori, and tooru all slowly let out a slow ‘ahh yeah’, not having anything to say against koushi who was the most level-headed in the group.

“maybe next time…” tooru mumbled, mentally noting his idea.

yn let out a weak laugh at her friend’s antics. “I think that'd be the easiest option for now. thank you guys for coming, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“aw, of course, baby.” koushi grinned, pulling the girl back into a hug. he motioned for the others to join them and they all complied without another thought.

“oh but guys,” yn spoke up, earning several hums. “you cannot let my brother know about any of this.” the request caused the friends to break away from the hug, confused as to why the only other person besides yn who could knock some sense into kozume couldn’t be informed of the situation. “it’s just… with the game coming up, I don’t want the team to turn to shit because one of the co-captains suddenly can’t cooperate with the main setter.”

mori clicked his tongue, feeling conflicted with yn’s choice. “okay… I understand where you’re coming from but what’re you gonna do when your brother does find out? I mean, he’s not dumb.”

“mori’s right.” rin chimed. “he might start getting suspicious with your change of attitude towards kozume and start piecing things together.”

yn groaned. she knew her friends were right. tetsurou could read her like a book, he is her brother after all. and having been friends with kozume since childhood, he would probably start asking questions when he sees the lack of interaction between the two, especially after the conversation they had during practice. “this is so shit. just give me the tub before I end it.”

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drylan · 1 month

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ryan being a power bottom

Dylan could hardly contain himself, nearly vibrating on the couch next to Ryan. His grandparents had taken Sarah to an overnight trip a few towns over. They had the house entirely to themselves. And Ryan kept...kept giving him looks.

At first, Dylan mistook them for 'we're going to make out' looks, but no, these were different. They bore into Dylan's soul, made something hot and slick shiver up his spine, and Ryan's hand had been on his inner thigh during this entire B-horror movie they had been watching. He only moved it to dig into the bowl of popcorn that, incidentally, sat between Dylan's thighs.

As the credits rolled, Dylan forced himself to yawn. Not because he was tired, no, he was too wired. But just to try and force an air of casualness. It momentarily backfired.

"Oh, um, are you sleepy?" Ryan asked, pulling his hand back and that hot gaze flipping to something more soft, gentle.

"No, no, I just...nervous reflex?" He turned, pulling his legs up to his chest while Ryan crossed his own. Ryan leant forward, laying his hand over one of Dylan's before they met together in a soft, brief kiss.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to. We don't have to do anything. We can just, go to bed, and cuddle and-"

"I want you, too, Ryan." Dylan swallowed. "And I know it's not the first time for either of us, but I've never felt this way before about anyone. I just, um...oh shit, I just really want you, but I don't want it to go badly."

"Babe." Oh that 'babe' from Ryan made his heart and the space between his thighs ache. "I'm nervous, too, and you're so damn special to me. But, I d-don't think anything could ever be bad with you." He paused and ran his finger over Dylan's bottom lip. "Want me to take the lead?"

"God, please, yes." Dylan felt a weight melt off his shoulders as Ryan lead him by his wrist back up to his bedroom. It was so awesome seeming all the band and movie posters, old comic books, his wall of stuffies...it smelled and felt and was so Ryan.

He couldn't think of a better place for their first time together. "Just, relax, okay? Take your clothes off, but...no rush, dude."

"Dude? You're asking to see my cock and balls and you're calling me dude."

"Yeah." Ryan smirked. Sexy asshole. "Dude." He pushed Dylan back onto the bed, which elicited an excited little spark in Dylan.

He eagerly got undressed, struggling with the zipper of his jeans for a bit, but by the time he did manage to settle back on Ryan's comforter, he was greeted with the sight of a very hot, very naked, very bothered looking Ryan. "Wow, you, oh, holy shit."

"Do you mind topping? Didn't wanna assume, but..." He turned around, almost looking shy, and Dylan could see, oh, holy shit. Ryan had a plug down there, he was, the entire time they were watching the movie he was sitting on that, next to Dylan, he was- "...it's okay if you don't. O-Or we don't have to do penetration, um-"

"Sorry, wait, no. I mean yes, I'm cool with topping, it's just...so fucking hot. C'mere, please?" Dylan didn't care that he whined as Ryan smiled, climbing onto the bed.

Gingerly, Dylan helped remove the plug with Ryan's soft gasps egging him on. But before he could crawl over Ryan, his lover gently laid his hands on his chest and guided him back on the bed. "Easy-"

"Oh, I thought I was topping?"

"You are." Ryan smiled, sweet and dirty just for Dylan, straddling his hips and placing his hand back, taking Dylan's length into his fingers. "I'm just taking the lead."

Then he guided Dylan inside and after a moment of adjusting, they began to rock and shake together. Ryan clutched and grabbing at Dylan, pressing and pulling at his chest as he bopped up and down.

Dylan, truthfully, was really fucking annoyed he had only one hand to toss between clutching at the sheets and at Ryan. He was so tight, so fast, panting and gasping and moaning Dylan's name and truthfully all Dylan could do is moan Ryan's name in response.

"I-I'm getting close, R-Ry, I, holy shit, you feel..." He began to buck up quickly, meeting Ryan as he grinded back down. If the broken moan from Ryan and the buck of his hips was anything to go by, it was a good call.

"M-Me, too, touch me, shit...c-can...inside. I want you inside of me. All of you." Ryan grabbed at Dylan's chest, pulling him into a deeper and deeper kiss, grinding down harder and harder.

Their lips captured together, the only noise in the room was the wet slap of their skin, of the slick and slide of Dylan's hand over Ryan's wet, aching length.

They only pulled back, moans and cries filling the room once more along with the slick noises of their bodies, when they both felt release. Dylan, deep inside of Ryan and Ryan all over their sweaty stomachs.

Desperately, Ryan still bucked up and down on Dylan, prolonging their pleasure until a whine broke out of his own throat, unable to move much more.

Dylan pulled Ryan to his hold, gingerly sliding out of him and cradling him close, coating his face in loving kisses. Ryan let him, weakly and loosely wrapping his arms around him in return. "So, not bad, huh?"

"God, Ryan." He laughed in disbelief. "It was...amazing."

#my stuff #fanfic #ficlet #the quarry #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #drylan #rylan #radioheads

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anime-addict-362 · 1 year

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Tired Pt. 4/6

CW: NSFW, Female Y/N x Dabi, hard to tell whose top or bottom here, it kind of just repeatedly switches, oral sex (female recieving), dirty talk, lots of love, nipple play, penetration (female recieving), riding

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Dabi was back between Y/N's legs, eating her out like a man starving, while fingering her roughly. She laid back, moaning louder than she wanted to admit.

"Dabi," She whined, grabbing his hair. "It's- I'm ready, I'm okay," She insisted. She wanted Dabi in her, now.

But Dabi wasn't budging, not even saying anything. Just fucking his fingers into her, and flicking her clit with his tongue repeatedly, until he was just sucking on it.

Y/N assumed he just wanted her to come, which... Could she really complain? So she stopped fighting it, and just laid back, holding Dabi's hair.

"Yes," She groaned. "Yes, keep going," She whined again. "I'm so close, Dabi. Gonna come- please."

She was sure she would've had to slap the shit out of Dabi to get him to stop at this point, he wasn't pulling away or backing down in the slightest. Just keeping his pace rough, but even.

And she came hard, legs shaking, and a shaky moan falling from her mouth. When he didn't stop, she grabbed his hair and forcibly pulled him away, almost moaning at the pained groan that he let out.

He immediately looked up to her, eyes meeting hers.

"God, you're so beautiful," She huffed, moving him to almost tackle him back into the bed, and climb on top of him.

He let his head fall back as she reached behind her and grabbed his dick. She lined herself up and slowly sat back on him.

Dabi groaned as he felt the heat surround his dick, refusing to let his head fall back. He watched Y/N's eyes close, hands sat on his chest as she slowly filled herself.

Once she was fully sat, she stopped and took a deep breath. Dabi sat up and kissed her. Y/N kissed back, arms wrapping around his neck.

"Doing okay," Dabi asked.

"Yeah," Y/N nodded. "Holy shit, you made me sensitive, asshole."

Dabi grinned, kissing her jaw. "Might've been on purpose."

"Now you have to wait a minute," Y/N chuckled, bringing a hand to the back of his neck.

"I'll wait as long as you need," Dabi hummed.

Y/N pulled back and pulled her shirt over her head. Dabi didn't even wait until she was done until he was grabbing at her tits, squeezing them.

"Jesus christ Dabi," Y/N groaned. "Gentle on the tits please," She huffed out a short laugh.

He hummed, pulling his hands away and leaning down and taking a nipple into his mouth. He was gentle this time, tongue flicking her nipple. "I'm trying so hard not to bite you right now."

"Don't bite my nipple," Y/N scoffed like she was offended.

"I won't," Dabi assured her, with a soft smile. "But... I kinda want to."

"I would smack you so fucking hard," Y/N laughed. "Clear it from your mind right now, don't think about such acts."

"I can't," Dabi kiss her. "Just wanna bite you."

"I know," Y/N snorted. "Always threatening to bite me. It's getting weird man, why do you wanna eat me so bad?"

Dabi just shrugged, kissing her chest. "Just wanna taste dude, what's wrong with that?"

"A lot when its biting," Y/N hummed, kissing the top of his head. "Lay back for me."

Dabi laid back on the bed, and Y/N's hands went back to his chest. She leaned forwards on her hands and brought her hips up, before bringing them back down slowly.

Dabi huffed, hands going to Y/N's hips. Y/N continued to fuck herself on his dick, slowly but kept an even pace. She breathed heavily, head falling forward.

"Oh fuck," He mumbled, eyes following Y/N's hips. "You feel so good."

Y/N moaned in response, stopping and moving her hands just slightly, before continuing at a quicker pace. She moaned quietly when his hands held onto her tighter, more rough.

"I love you," She moaned, nails digging into his chest. "I love you so fucking much Dabi- Fuck," She started bring her hips down harder.

He moaned too, eyes wanting to roll back at how good she felt atound his cock. They fit so perfectly with each other, always did. She always felt perfect, always did perfect, she WAS perfect.

"I love you too," He groaned, fighting to keep his hips still, letting her keep control since she felt so good. He didn't want to fuck with it when she was moaning as pretty as she was.

She leaned forward more and he wrapped an arm around her back, keeping the one on her hip. "Dabi," She croaked out, voice already tired from moaning.

"Yeah," He looked up at her. Her face was red, eyes almost closed, jaw dropped just a bit.

"More," She huffed, stopping her movements and laying on him. "I need more, please."

"Fuck," He swore quietly at how needy she sounded, and used the arm wrapped aroun her back to pull her closer, bringing them chest to chest. She buried her face into his neck as he adjusted them.

He dug his heels into the bed and started fucking up into her, quick but not too hard. He groaned when nails dug into his scalp. "You're gonna make me come way too quickly."

"Good," Y/N huffed, then moaned on a particularly hard thrust.

He flipped them so Y/N could just lay back and relax. Her legs wrapped around his hips so tight, he couldn't pull out even if he wanted to.

"Closer," Y/N whispered, grabbing his arm and pulling his weight down on her. "Stay," She demanded once he was laid fully on her.

He nodded and kissed her roughly, before starting to fuck into her again. He used one hand for balance, leaning on his forearm next to her head, and snuck the other between them to rub her clit.

She let out a whine, legs tighening around him even more, making his thrusts shallow. "Fuck," It sounded so weak and needy coming from her mouth.

He moaned as she tightened on his cock, as if she was just trying to force him to come. It was working, for sure.

"I'm gonna come," She whispered desperately in his ear, arms wrapped tightly around his neck. He didn't know if they physically could be closer to each other.

"Yes," He whispered back, fighting to keep his pace even for her. "Come, come on my dick, please Y/N. Wanna see you feel good for me."

Y/N's eyes closed as she came, legs tightening to the point that Dabi didn't even bother to try and move, but stayed where he was, keeping his fingers circling her clit, until she started to squirm and fight against him.

"Fuck," Y/N whined, unwrapping her legs from him. He felt them shake just a bit, and she looked more than satisfied.

"Good," He asked, smiling as she laughed.

"Fuck yeah, I'm good," She put a hand on Dabi's forehead and pushed him up. He sat up, just for Y/N's foot to push him all the way back.

"You're very demanding today," He pointed out as she sat between his legs.

"You love it," She kissed him, then bent down, running her tongue up his dick. "Are you ready?"

Dabi stared down at her, already knowing he would come way too quickly.

"Yes."

#mha smut #x reader #x y/n #dabi #dom reader #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki #dabi x female reader #dabi x y/n #dabi x female y/n #dabi smut #dabi x y/n smut #dabi x reader smut

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samantha-rae-velcher · 2 years

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Wholesome Viking Warrior

Your Narrator x Fem reader

Requested by: @inlovewithjimhopper

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, slight touching.

A/n: I asked if anyone wanted some Your narrator fics and I got like after like after like, but finally someone said yes! So I'm doing it. I'm absolutely head over heals for this man so... HOLY SHIT IM EXCITED. I've gotta make this quick cuz I've gotta get up for work at 5am and it's already 10:44 pm. I hope you enjoy!

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"Look at her, man." Mully whispered to the boys. "She looks so peaceful."

Josh and Mully were slowly creeping over to Y/n with a bucket of water. Y/n was on the couch fast asleep, Grant was trying to negotiate with the other boys to not douse his angel with water.

"No dude, please!" Grant whispered, pulling on Mully's arm.

"Come on, Narrator bro. She'll think it's funny." With that Mully dumped the bucket over her sleeping form and she dove off the couch with a shrilled screech.

"What the fuck!" She yelled.

The boys, all but narrator were laughing and backing away from Y/n.

"You sons 'a bitches! How could you do this shit! I was sound 'a sleep and then you go and dump a bucket of.....You dip shits! This better be fuckin water!"

"Why wouldn't it be?" Josh asked.

"Well it'd be like you to dump a couple gallons of piss on me."

That had the boys break out in to laughter once more.

"Baby, I'm just as angry as you right now but....damn, you look good wet." Grant said in his deep seductive tone.

Y/n bit her lip. "I know you like it when I'm wet."

"Okay, you two!" Mully interrupted.

"I'm gonna go march my happy ass up those stairs and change into something that's not drenched. Good luck on sopping up that water boys!"

_________________

Y/n sat on the bed Grant and her shared, she was scrolling through Instagram when there was a gentle knock on the door and her man entered.

"Hey, hun. You coming back down or are you hittin the hay?" He asked

Y/n put her phone down and held her arms out for a hug, Grant shut the door and walked up to her and wrapped Y/n in a warm hug.

"Did they upset you?" He asked in a hushed voice.

She shook her head. "No, I'm just cold...and the way you were looking at me down stairs had me feelin some type of way." She giggled.

"Oh yeah, so if I do this?" Grant slowly laid her out on the bed. He knelt down on the floor and connected his lips to hers, slowly slipping his hand down the front of her pants. "You'll be a good girl and be quiet?"

Y/n could feel him slip his fingers inside her, she bit her lip and nodded.

Grant trailed kisses down her neck and gently rubbed her clit with his thumb, he chuckled as she let out a quiet whimper.

_____________________

Juicy bolted back down the stairs into the kitchen, he grabbed Josh by the front of his hoodie and pulled him over.

"Dude, you have no idea what I just heard!"

"What did you hear?" Josh asked, thinking Juicy was just messing around.

"I was gonna go check on Narrator and Y/n, but all I heard was her whine and him let out some deep dominant chuckle, dude. I'm not fuckin playing."

Eddie leaned across the island in the middle of the kitchen, tuning in to what Juicy was saying.

"Dawg, what the fuck did you hear?"

Gaege motioned for him to get closer and lowered his voice to an even quieter whisper.

"Y/n and Narrator are fucking upstairs." They both started laughing like little girls.

"Guys we can hear you." Narrator said from the bottom step. Y/n was smiling, standing beside him.

"If you don't wanna hear shit like that, Juice. Then dont listen."

Mully came into the kitchen with a confused look on his face

"Wait, what did you hear?"

THE END ❤️

Part 2?

#fyp #fanfic #foryou #foryoupage #x reader #smut #requested #your favorite narrator #your narrator x reader #your narrator #joshdub #mully #eddie vr #juicy fruit snacks #gaege gibson #the boys

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count-alucard-tepes · 9 months

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Dating service with my One Piece hotties😍😍😍

Date service

Kizaru ✨

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Lol where did they go!?

Akainu🌋

Date with Akainu.

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I could see my angry puppy just glaring at the person…menacingly!

Ryokugyu 🌱

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Kaido🐉

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Pretty sure he was drunk the entire time.

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Ngl I’d want a hubby that keeps me warm all the time!

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Lol what did Buggy-baby do!?

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jennyandvastraflint · 6 months

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Xena Reactions S1Ep21!

Awww, Gabrielle is training I love that!

SBDHDH RIGHT THE HORSE DOESN'T LIKE GABRIELLE

"I wasn't talking to you." HAAAA

Xena threatening the horse into being nice

Hello there woman 👀 Of course Xena will help you

JSDHHS Not the horse throwing Gabrielle off

Poor Gabrielle...

OMG THE FUNKY GAY MERCHANT from the Black Wolf episode!!!

He's SO happy to see her

"Important person being kidnapped"

HOLY SHIT!?!!

Amazons? Shooting at Xena? Or the woman from earlier? Or...

Salmonius XD He's so funky omfg

SHDHDHHBFAJ "How do I know it's gonna rain on a big battle" 😭

Gabrielle wondering how this dude stayed alive

I love when men get this close to one another. Kinda homoerotic

Gabrielle so ready to watch her gf beat up people

FIST SPIN >:) Womanly twirling or something

Omg Gabrielle realised something is off

Stoic warrior tell your gf you're under the influence of drugs challenge.... Xena and Vastra both are like: Impossible

"This was a stupid time to keep something from me!" DAMN RIGHT

Awwww... She can't feel her legs :(

Is Gabrielle gonna- OH YE

AWWWWWW, BABYGIRL WEARING GF'S ARMOUR

Something something Patroclus riding out in Achilles' armour / Gabrielle riding out in Xena's armour

The horse is like "Chiiiill"

"Yes well I have a different definition of Galop" sjfhdhd

"Does she seem smaller than before?"

Dayummmmm, Xena to the rescue

Are they fighting with carbonated water... 😂

"I'm sure lord Salzer is more concerned with his people than with himself" "Ha?" "Ha?"

Oh godsssss, Xena is like "Don't worry about me" 😭

Gabrielle your gay is showing

I WANNA SCREAM.........

Good aim tho

NOOOO SHE FELL OFF THE HORSE!!!

O NO... They captured her :(

Damn the strength she still has???

This guy is GROSS

HORSEY KICKKK

DAYUM GIRLLLL knock out those soldiers

Salmonius is like FUCKFUCKFUCK SOLDIERS *klonk*

She just needs a nap. And medicine. Resting against tiddies would also help. 😔

IS HE ABOUT TO BREAK GABRIELLE'S HEART :((( NOOOO MY POOR GIRL

True love's kiss her!!!

THE GENTLE TOUCHING??? i will BITE someone

SHE KISSED HERDJFJDJDH Not quite on the mouth, but.

HOLY SHIT GABRIELLE YOUR VOICE IS KILLING ME, ALL THAT BADLY CONCEALED PAIN

She's shouting and screaming and beating, my poor girl, she needs all the hugs. ALL the hugs.

NOOOO- SALMONIUS BAD IDEA

SHE'S ALIVEEE, SHE'S MOVING A BIT

Ouch.

"I killed her" please...

NOOOO. You leave Xena's body alone

Gabrielle is fuelled by sapphic anger, you do NOT want to cross her. Smol and feisty

Gabrielle my beloved

I hate this shitty warlord dude

Hehe Argo refuses to move.

XENA IS BACKKKK

"Don't ever do this again" "Gabrielle, we're in the middle of a FIGHT" shdhd lesbians. Only lesbians would

Her SKILLZZZZ

Gabrielle and Argo get along nowww <3

HUAAAA, THEY'RE SO GAY

"I'm gonna get all soft on you" 👀🏳️‍🌈

Cheers to Gabrielle having kissed Xena's cheek and corner of mouth in this ep!

#v watches xena #this episode was a lot. I was crying ✌️#xena warrior princess #xena and gabrielle

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imaginethebeautifulworld · 1 year

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indeterminate intimacies

Newt didn’t know when they started being this open with each other, and he didn’t know when exactly he started to develop not-so-platonic feelings for his best friend, but he did know that he couldn’t let Hermann find out.

Had a chat with a mutual about some of Burn Gorman’s voice acting roles, and this immediately started writing itself.

Featuring massages, light bickering, confessions, and Newton Geiszler’s inability to shut up for more than 5 seconds.

2.853 words.

What they were was indeterminate, hovering somewhere in the spaces of what was tangent and what could be, floating in a sea of 'maybe's and 'what ifs’.

It was a breathless wonder, facing that limitless potential, the breathless wonder at standing atop a precipice and the overwhelming compulsion to dive headfirst.

Electrifying.

Terrifying.

It was a plunge Newt wasn’t sure he would ever be willing to take.

Not now, anyway.

Not like this.

But what they had now? This... this unspoken intimacy? This was enough.

It was more than enough.

Hermann’s nails kept catching on his scalp, just light enough to tease, sending an endless fizzy kind of energy through Newt's nerve endings, every synapse flaring to life with each calculated movement of calloused fingers.

Newt may have whined- probably had- Hermann letting out a breath of air that sounded a touch too close to laughter for Newt to fully ignore it.

He offered a protest- or started to- but then Hermann purposely scratched the soft space behind Newt's right ear, and all energy to protest fled him as quickly as it had come. And Herms had the audacity to linger there, thumb lightly kneading delicate circles in the same space, other fingers creeping back to work at Newt's temple. And then-

"Oh, you ass..."

-Hermann's left hand came up to mirror his right, and Newt was lost to a sparkling sea of nebulae.

For a few moments, there was nothing except Hermann-

-Hermann... and the constellations sparking to life behind Newt's eyelids.

Even if he had wanted to focus on something else, he wasn't able to summon a damn thing, too lost in the gentle ebb and flow, lost to the patient, politic, practiced touch.

"If I had known this was all it took to keep you quiet," Hermann mused softly, "I would have started doing this years ago."

Newt scowled in annoyance, forcing open an eye to attempt a glare at Hermann.

It was... difficult... to stay angry though, hard to focus on any one thought, and then Herms' fingers were swiping just so, and-

They both froze.

In his defense, Newt had no idea he could even make a sound like that.

Hermann all but jerked away from him; Newt could feel the rigidness in his posture, in the sudden change of the weight displacement on the mattress. "Newton... Newton, I- I apologize-"

"Holy shit, dude-"

"-I can sto-"

"-No! God, no, just-"

"-p. Newton, are you sure you want me to...?" Hermann's voice trailed off, the question hanging heavily in the air between them.

Again, Newt was staring into that gaping precipice, overwhelmed by the rushing thrill and the ache for more, more, more-

"-please?"

Newt knew he sounded desperate, couldn't find it in him to care. The thought of losing this- whatever this was-

"God no. Don't stop."

There was still hesitance on his part, but slowly, excruciatingly slowly, Hermann relaxed once more, fingers resuming their dance through Newt's hair.

Incrementally, inescapably, they fell back to the familiar, and Newt let his eyes drift shut once more, heady from the sparks tingling across his skin, drowsy beneath the weight of his blanket.

Newt’s head fell to the side, cheek settling against his pillowcase, and Hermann's fingers followed instinctively, easily settling into a new rhythm.

Newt only just managed to convince his eyes to open again, room blurry from lack of glasses, only his lab partner somewhat clear. "...ould ‘ome 'own 'ere," he tried, sounds and syntax and syllables an incoherent mess of mumbling, scarcely escaping as a breath.

Hermann's eyebrow quirked, and the smallest twitch of his lips hinted at a bemused smile. "What was that?"

There was a fondness underwritten there, one Newt could recognize anywhere.

It had taken way too long, but finally, finally they were in tandem again.

Newt had always known they would be, if they could get past that horrible first meeting, if they had the chance to actually try again- a chance to start over, to re-forge that epic bromance somewhere far away from where Herms had to keep up that mask of professional detachment, far away from the crowds and judgmental stares that always sent Newt’s anxiety into overdrive.

Hermann and Newt, two wunderkinds desperately searching for someone who could finally understand them, both of them still scared shitless at just how far that understanding actually ran.

He always had a feeling they'd end up kind of like this, once they had the chance to actually just be themselves again.

It was ironic, so painfully ironic, that they found their new start at the end of the fucking world.

Newt tried not to think about the future too much; if the Kaiju didn't end up taking them all out, then it was going to be Climate Change, and if it wasn't Climate Change, then-

No. He had to stop thinking so much.

The Future was a huge question mark, a pretty fucking terrifying one, but for now...

Right now...

Hermann’s left hand had settled on Newt's upper back, right hand having fallen away entirely, allowing Newt to turn and face him properly, narrowing his eyes in a bit of a challenge, though it sounded more like a plea. "I said 'you should come down here.'"

Hermann's face did that Thing- Newt didn't have a word for it; it was like Herms was shuffling through a dozen different expressions in the span of only seconds, jaw tensing and shifting, eyes narrowing minutely before returning to normal, the smallest flicker of a smile blooming before it was thrown away again- and then he shook his head, expression neutral. "What am I to do with you?"

There was a softness to the inquiry- rhetorical as anything- and Newt just smiled as innocently as he could manage with his face half-buried in his pillows. "Anything you want."

There was a definitive twist to Hermann's expression now, the shift subtle enough that the transition could have been missed were one not looking for it, but Newt? Newt lived for it.

"'Anything,’” Hermann murmured, rhetorical and playful as all hell, and damn him for somehow making those three syllables shoot Newt's pulse into overdrive. "Surely you know the dangers of offering someone the power to do anything, Newton."

Sure he did, but he wasn't offering it to just anyone.

Newt let his smile soften, felt his body relax even further into the mattress. "I trust you, dude. Even if you went total Bond villain or something, I probably still would."

Hermann's fingers had taken to working on Newt's shoulder blade, almost as if he knew that it had been bothering him for several days now.

Eventually, maybe, Newt would stop overworking his right arm so much; he was always using it too much, throwing around too much weight with it, and then he would have to spend a week with the fucker aching like crazy.

Herms must have known it was hurting- probably saw him favoring it after tossing out all those expired samples earlier- kneading dexterous fingers right into the edge of the plate, digging just enough beneath the inferior angle to reach the true source of Newt's pain, applying just enough pressure to encourage the release of tension-

-And then he focused on soothing away the inevitable discomfort the massage brought with it.

Newt sighed in relief, the world going softer around the edges, the little energy he had left dedicated to trying to focus on Hermann’s voice.

"-fourth novel was a bloody insult to his fans."

Whoops. He had completely zoned out.

"Shit, dude," Newt breathed out, letting his eyes flicker, words half-mumbled again. "I missed like... All of that."

Hermann sighed, somewhere between exasperated and fond. Another of Newt’s favorite songs; he could listen to that all day. He could listen to Herms talk all day, actually. He had such a nice voice; he'd be amazing at ASMR. Or like... Audiobooks maybe?

"Newt, you're rambling."

Newt’s eyes shot open, startled into silence at Hermann's casual use of his nickname.

That, and the sheer mortification that his thoughts had all likely just fallen right out of his mouth in a pile of listless word vomit.

All of his thoughts.

Herms just smiled upon noticing Newt's panic, and proceeded to ruffle his hair softly. "No need to worry. I believe you were listing the anatomical components of the shoulder-"

Oh thank f-

"-and going on about how much you love the sound of my voice."

-uck!

Newt experienced the two extremes of being caught in a truth that was never meant to see the light of day (or his lava lamp in this case).

Immediately came the cold, cold dread that left his chest aching and stomach clenching, twisted together with that horrible, horrible heat that always turned his cheeks into a blazing sort of red that almost perfectly matched his cousin’s favorite maroon sweater.

Overwhelmed by his embarrassment, and with nowhere else to hide, Newt turned and shoved his face so firmly into the pillow that he nearly broke his nose.

Hermann, the bastard, that- that- that too-amazing-for-anyone's-good asshole- was chuckling. “You needn't be embarrassed, Newton. I'm quite fond of your voice, as well."

Oh that was such-

"-ullshi-."

There was a pause, a clear shift in the air, before Hermann spoke again, voice far soberer. "Pardon?"

Newt huffed, embarrassment fading away into frustration, heat still clinging to his cheeks, as he twisted to face Hermann with his whole body, poking an accusing finger into the mathematician's chest. "I said-" Newt began pointedly, accenting each syllable with another sharp poke to Hermann's chest. "That is such bullshit," he finished emphatically, eyes narrowed in an attempt to see Herms better, frowning in his general direction. "My voice cracks all the time, I have literally no volume control, and-"

Hermann grabbed Newt's wrist, preventing further poking, eyebrows furrowed in agitation.

"-And that voice happens to be a crucial part of someone I consider very, very dear to me."

It took a few seconds for Hermann's interruption to register, the words settling under Newt's skin, weaving their way into his chest.

Well shit.

Newt deflated, every hint of fight leaving him. "You- You can't just say stuff like that, dude. You can’t say shit like that and expect me to not-"

He cut himself off immediately.

No, Newt.

Not now.

Not here.

Not like this.

"To not what, Newton?"

Hermann’s grip shifted once more, thumb tracing circles on Newt's palm, and damn him for making Newt start to tumble into a cascading meteor shower all over again.

But it was too late.

Hermann had trapped him in his gravity well years ago, and Newt had long ago given up trying to escape it.

Didn't want to escape it.

"Herms..." Newt started, unsure if it was more a warning or a plea.

"Newton..." Hermann faded off, tone softening, almost apprehensive. "Please?"

Hermann had shifted closer in the past few moments, eyes carefully seeking out any tells, any clues, and Newt was lost all over again in the face of that infinite, spectacular brown.

This close, he could trace every sharp angle, every indented imperfection, and each of those small spaces where stress and time had already staked a claim.

Gaia, he was beautiful. Beautiful in that way that was so perfectly Hermann, in the way that when you love someone they become the most beautiful person you've ever seen.

Dammit, Newt was so gone on him.

And Herms?

Herms deserved to know, needed to know that for Newt this wasn't just a passing, fleeting thing, that these moments, hidden away from the rumor mill and prying eyes, where they were each other's crutch and support and confidant-

Hermann deserved to know just how much Newt had come to treasure each and every second of it.

How lost he'd be without him.

And fuck it; who knew if they'd even live long enough to see the next attack?

There was no guarantee in life, and suddenly the thought of never taking that leap, of never showing Hermann the cliff that Newt was so close to falling off of-

The thought of never telling him the truth was suddenly much more terrifying than whatever rejection it might bring.

"You can’t-" Newt cut off, huffing before diving headfirst into the cavernous Unknown, making a point to find Hermann's eyes. "...You can’t just say stuff like that and not expect me to fall a little bit in love with you."

Hermann's shuddering breath brought with it a coiled tension that Newt knew all too well; he'd seen it after dealing with inconsiderate bigots at fundraisers, during every phone call with Lars or Dietrich, any time Hermann made a miscalculation, negating hours upon hours of work.

And in that moment, Newt hated himself.

He wished for nothing more than the ability to take it all back, wished he could stop putting his goddamn foot in his mouth all the time, wished he could stop hurting the people he-

"I..." A single slip of breath from Hermann, barely a distinguishable word or sound, and Newt was ripped right back into the precarious present, everything- Everything- hanging on the precipice, and he had no hope of salvation, so convinced of destruction, that he was completely thrown by the surprise on Hermann's face, chest clenching at the appearance of those adorable eye crinkles, the almost lost, pleading way Hermann was studying him, searching Newt for answers to questions he only had to ask.

Fuck, Newt would give Hermann anything he wanted, especially if he kept looking at him like he'd hung the fucking sun.

"...Herms?"

He knew the guy wasn't great with sentiment, and English wasn't great with its limited classifications for affection and fondness and coming to love your best friend so deeply that you were pretty sure you were soulmates in another life, even if biologically speaking there really wasn’t such a thing as soulmates, and humans had such bizarre bonding rituals as it was and yet you-

A hand finding his own brought his thoughts to a screeching halt, and Newt blinked dumbly at the image of Hermann’s pale, elegant fingers lacing with his own ink-stained, freckled ones.

"You're rambling again."

Oh.

That would explain why he felt so out of breath and kind of on the brink of a panic attack.

Hermann’s thumb was mapping out fractals again, and Newt wasn't sure if it was to try to calm him down or if Herms was just stalling for time.

Probably both.

"If it's any consolation, I care deeply for you, too."

No, Herms...

"Herms, you don't have to-"

"-Let me finish, Geiszler," Hermann cut in, crisp and cold as a winter’s morning, the intended effect completely countered by the soft squeeze of Newt’s fingers and-

Wow, when exactly had this become a normal thing for them, anyways?

At Newt's lack of an answer, Hermann took the cue to continue, each word fumbling out as if he were dragging them, heaving them, struggling to bring them to the surface. "Of all the disruptions I've faced in this life, I admit that I've found you continuously proving to be the most pleasant of them."

"Thanks, I think?" Newt responded with a wry twist of his lips, earning a huff from the other.

"Hush, you delinquent; let me think a moment."

Newt felt a smile; Herms was using insults as affectionate epitaphs again.

"Please believe me when I say that I do care about you, Newton, in a way I can neither explain nor hope to quantify. I-” Hermann paused, doing that Thing with his face again, before he settled with a raised brow, the slightest hint of a smile. "You are my dearest, truest friend, and I wouldn't wish to face the Abyss with anyone else at my side."

Newt could do nothing except stare, awestruck at the surety of Hermann's words, the determination, the pure warmth in his expression. He was lost, floating somewhere far beyond Earth's atmosphere, falling headfirst into a black hole.

Herms loved him.

And-

Reality came back to Newt in a collapsing rush, awareness slamming him back into his own imperfect carbon-based form with the furor of an imploding star.

-holy shit.

Hermann loved him.

And even if this- this casual intimacy- was the most that ever came of it, even if Hermann never loved Newt the same way, this was-

Shit; this was more than he could have hoped for. Newt was fucking flying.

What exactly they were remained indeterminate, the classification still hovering somewhere in the spaces of what was tangent and what could be, but now they had crossed over the precipice.

Newt had taken the plunge, Hermann trailing only a half-step behind, both of them falling into this new Unknown Thing together. It was the end of the world- maybe- but they would be facing it together.

"'Hand in unlovable hand,'" Newt asked with a grin, lifting their intertwined hands for emphasis.

Hermann rolled his eyes and let slip a warm laugh, clearly in spite of himself.

It sent liquid sunshine rushing through Newt's veins.

Thanks for reading!

#newmann #newton x hermann #pacific rim #fanfiction #romantic friendship #newton geiszler #newt geiszler #hermann gottlieb #hello lovelies!#clearly i am spiraling~#thank you for reading!#pacrim #canon compliant #asexual #asexual characters #ace characters #asexuality #newton geiszler x hermann gottlieb

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honeybear-yammy · 2 years

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Haunted House | John B Routledge & JJ Maybank

Warnings: cursing, a little violence, blood, mentions of a knife, angsty

Pairings: John B Routledge x Female!Cameron Reader x JJ Maybank (platonic)

Summary: In which Y/N, JJ, and John B go to a haunted house together but, things don't end well.

“Come on y/n please..” JJ said. “I don’t know…” You sighed a bit. “It wouldn’t be the same without you..” John B said. You bit your lip thinking about it. “Come on Cupcake. It will be fun, we promise.” JJ said. “I guess I’ll go to the haunted house with the two of you..” You smiled a little. “I could never deny you two boys so.” You chuckled. John B and JJ chuckled and high-fived since they finally convinced you to go with them.

“Well what are we waiting for? Let’s go!” John B said as he walked out, you and JJ following behind him. The three of you got into the Twinkie and John B drove off. The three of you got a bit to eat before going to the haunted house. You sighed and got out of the Twinkie. You did want to go with them but, you could feel the anxiety building up inside. As much as you wanted to do this with your two best friends, you were terrified. John B noticed and took your hand giving it a gentle squeeze. “We don’t have to do if you really don’t want to..” He said, his tone was soft.

“Yeah Cupcake, we don’t have to go in there if just the thought of going in is going to make you anxious.” JJ said rubbing your back in a comforting way. “No, I want to go in with you two boys.. but I’m just scared..” You said quietly. “Well just remember, none of it is real.” John B said. “Yeah, and it’s just for fun.” JJ smiled a little. “Yeah just a couple of friends having a good time on Halloween, that’s all.” John B smiled at you warmly.

“Yeah and, if you do get too scared, you can always cling to me.” JJ winked at you. You laughing rolling your eyes playfully and gently wacked JJ’s arm. “I’ll be okay. I’ll go in for a good time with you two but, both of you.. please stay close to me.” You said. “We will. We promise.” John B said. “Okay..” You nodded and walked up to buy the tickets with John B and JJ. It was your groups turn to go in now.

“Are you ready?” John B asked. “I think so..” You nodded. “Alright let’s go.” JJ said. You held both of there hands tightly walking in with them. The second you walked in, an actor jumped out at the three of you making you jump and squeak. JJ basically jumped out of his skin. John B jumped a little, but he was too busy laughing at how badly JJ got scared. “I- shut up man!” JJ said.

“Sorry.. sorry..” John B chuckled. The three of you kept walking into the house. The three of you kept jumping since actors jumped out at you often. While you were walking through a girl that was hiding under a table grabbed JJ’s ankle making him shriek. “I- HOLY SHIT GET OFF ME!” JJ yelled. you and John B started laughing. JJ tried to act like he didn’t just get so scared that he shit himself and you guys kept going through the house. A man with a hockey mask on and a chain saw came out and started chasing you guys.

He was particularly going after you. You shrieked running from him. You didn’t know why he wouldn’t give you a break and chase someone else but he kept chasing you. At this point you were actually terrified and you ran into John B and held onto him. JJ met up with you guys. “I- he w- won’t stop c- chasing me..” You stuttered since you were out of breath. “I- y/n, you’re ok, it’s not real.” JJ chuckled. “Yeah but.. it was really weird.. it seemed like he was quite literally trying to hunt me down..” You said.

“I’m sure it’s just part of his act.” JJ said. “No.. I don’t think.. the chainsaw did look real now that I think about it..” John B said concerned now. “Dude, they take the chains off them so they can’t really cut you, they would not even put the chainsaw too close to you either way.” JJ said. “I swear the chainsaw was real..” You said.

“I think you’re just anxious..” JJ said. The same masked man with the chainsaw came back and, the chain was really on the chainsaw, this was no act. “I- oh shit it’s actually real.” JJ said, his eyes going wide. “I TOLD YOU!” You yelled and you were ready to cry. Why would he chase you? That would mean he was actually trying to hurt you… or worse. “Why the hell would he try to hurt y/n though?!” JJ said. “I don’t know..” You started crying a little.

“We need to get her out of here and find the manager, or call the cops or something… and we need to go now because here he comes!” John B yelled. You looked over and saw the man running at you again. You started shaking and you froze unable to move.

JJ picked you up and sprinted off with you, John B following right behind him. You held onto JJ tightly just praying for your life. You had no idea who this man was or why he wanted to hurt you. You knew this was going to be a bad idea to come here. You knew you should’ve trusted your gut. The man caught up with the three of you and he swung at you. He cut your arm, it was not too bad since the chainsaw was not too close but it was a nasty gash. You yelped when he did. JJ and John B looked at eachother panicked, now knowing he really wanted to hurt you. JJ saw the exit and he sprinted with you to the exit, John B following beside him. The three of you got out and you were sobbing.

“We need to call the cops now!” John B yelled. “I know.. but we need to get her away from that fucking psycho bastard first!” JJ yelled. “Get in the van now!” John B yelled. JJ ran into the van putting you in the back and got in shutting the doors. John B got in the drivers seat and didn’t even bother to buckle he just sped off.

Eventually you got back to John B’s place. JJ carried you inside and John B had called Pope, Sarah, and Kiara to tell them what happened. Sarah, Kiara, and Pope immediately came over to see if you were ok. Pope started taking care of your wound while John B was on the phone with the police. You sniffled, still shaken up from what happened. “So a psycho with a chainsaw just ran at you?” Sarah asked. “Mhm..” You nodded sniffling. “Holy fuck..” Kiara mumbled. “He needs to be arrested, he obviously wants to hurt her and we don’t even fucking know why!” Kiara huffed.

“We know, John B is telling the cops the story.” JJ said. “Well.. I’m sure they will find him..” Pope said trying to calm you down. “I hope.. I’m just scared.. what if he tries to kill me.” You sniffled. “We won’t let him put one fucking finger on you.” John B said now off the phone. “Are the police looking for him?” Kiara asked. “Yeah there is a manhunt for him right now.” John B said. “Good..” Sarah sighed. “Do you wanna stay the night here?” John B asked.

“Yeah.. please..” You whimpered. “Okay, JJ will be here too so we will protect you.” John B said. “Yeah. We are sorry for taking you there..” JJ said. “It’s ok.. you guys didn’t know. You were trying to plan a fun day.. it’s not your guys fault.” You said.

Pope, Kiara, and Sarah had left so it was just you, JJ, and John B at John B’s place now. You decided to sleep in the spare bedroom. John B was already asleep in his room and JJ had fallen asleep on the sofa. You got changed and got ready for bed. You laid under the covers and your eyes slowly fluttered shut and you fell asleep.

You woke up a few hours later to hearing a strange noise. Since you were on your back you rolled over and sat up to see the man. The man from the haunted house. He was in the house. Standing in the corner of the spare bedroom. You started shaking and gasped as he pulled a knife out. You got up and went to run out the door but the man grabbed you. You screamed but he put the knife to your throat.

“Shut the fuck up or I’ll hurt you.” The man said. His voice… it sounded familiar. “Y/n are you ok?!” John B said running in. JJ followed him in and they both froze. “Stay away.” The man said holding the knife to your throat. “You two.. don’t fucking move or I’ll hurt her.” The man growled. John B and JJ froze and stayed put to keep you safe. You stood there trembling.

“It’s going to be ok y/n..” John B whispered. “Shut up!” The man yelled as he took the knife and cut your arm making you yelp then put the knife back to your throat. John B stayed quiet after that. “Why do you want to hurt me..” You whimpered. “Hurt you?” He laughed. “Silly girl.. I want to kill you.” He growled. You froze when he said that, your eyes tearing up from fear. The man stood in front of you, holding the tip of the knife to your throat.

“Who are you?” Your voice was shaky. “You want to know who I am? But you already know me y/n.” He said. “Show me who you are…” You said still trembling. “If you insist..” The man took the mask off. John B and JJ’s eyes widened when they saw who it was. You gasped and your eyes got even wider.. terrified of the man you now knew the identity of.. holding a knife to your throat. n stood in front of you, holding the tip of the knife to your throat.

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nininehaaa · 11 months

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Percy Jackson x reader smut

WARNING ❗️ SEXUAL CONTENT ❗️

yn's PoV :

"Heyyyy Percy "

"Sup"

I rolled my eyes. This boy never acknowledged me when it came to him cooking.

"Soo I was thinking..."

"Mhm"

"Wanna fuck?"

Percy's face turned beet red.

"Um- I - um- what?"

"Well I'm horny and your hot so we could "

"Oh um sure..."

"Mkay , meet me at my cabin at 9?"

"Yeahhh"

I strutted out of the cabin and felt a pair of green eyes follow.

Percy's PoV;

My mind was blank. Y/n, the hottest girl on earth wanted to fuck me???

We weren't even dating. We just flirted a lot.

I didn't even notice the timer for the cakes as I ran out of the cabin looking for someone that could help.

At the Aphrodite cabin~~~

"SHE SAID THAT"

"Umm yeah?"

Piper was now wide-eyed as she tried to take in the information I just spilt.

"Holy shit dude, you must be the luckiest guy on earth, getting to have sex with Y/N let alone taking her v-card!!!"

"Wait what ?"

"Omg this is so cool you can't mess this u-"

"SHES A VIRGIN????!?!!??!"

"Well duh"

Piper looked at me in confusion as if I didn't know what 3+3 was.

I started panicking, what if I was terrible at it? What if she didn't like me after it? What if she was uncomfortable with m-

"PERCY!"

"What"

"Are you ok?"

"Ummmm yeah I'm just worried about it"

"About what?"

I looked at her as if she was stupid

"Like if I'm good at it" I whispered, the last thing I need was some 10-year old know that I was a virgin.

"HOLY SHIT YOUR A VIRGIN TOO?"

"PIPER SHUT UP"

She looked at me apologetically and whispered "I'm sorry "

After that she gave me some tips on how to - um -well -you know .

After dinner : at 9 O'clock

Y/N's PoV:

I waited in excitement for Percy to arrive. I had put on black lacy underwear under my tight top and short skirt in an attempt to look hot .

(This in yo favourite colour)

Suddenly the door of my cabin opened and Percy walked in.

" hey y/n"

I didn't bother saying anything. I walked up to him and smashed my lips onto his and made our way to the bed.

"Fuck y/n, you taste so good " Percy groaned.

He made his way to my chest and down to my thighs. He aggressively pulled of my skirt and ripped my thong off

"Fuck percy those were expensive !"

"I don't care I'll buy you a new one, I'll buy you anything"

He sucked at my clit and after practically draining me of my juices he licked it and blew on it.

He looked at me in doubt.

"Hey y/n?"

"Yeah"

"Wanna try something?"

"Um okay"

Without warning he swiftly plunged 3 fingers in my hole. I screamed and moaned as her pumped them in and out.

After making me cum for what seemed a thousand times he climbed up to where my head laid and made sure I was conscious.

"Y/nnnn "

"Mhm"

"Can you do one more, pretty please?"

I could barely answer in my sex haze but I managed to weakly nod in approval.

Percy smiled in pride as he gave me a gentle kiss and somehow spread my legs even further out.

I suddenly felt a new sensation in my stomach, I looked down and saw him waving his hand around.

"Percy, what are you doing?" I whimpered

"Just wait princess I'll show you"

I laid my head back down and abruptly felt something swirling in my pussy.

Percy's PoV:

Holy shit she looked gorgeous.I'd been dreaming of this since I was like 15. I used my powers to swirl around her cum and pound it deep into her. I watched her shriek and whimper my name. I fucking loved it.

After fucking her with her own cum i crawled back on top of her and gave her a sweet kiss.

I thought I heard the words " I love you"whispered but I was probably imagining it.

Her limp body laid in my hands as I cradled her .

This is how it was meant to be. Absolutely perfect.

Bye lovelies ,see ya soon ~~~~

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petrockadventure · 8 months

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"Wait! What's this cute rock doing here? Look at it's cutie lil' eyes! Oh my god!"

Amanda picks you up. Her hands are large, tanned and she wears pink nail polish. What an icon. She's also warm. You enjoy her touch.

"Oh my god!" Angela squeals when Amanda shows you to her.

"I don't know if I'm allowed to, but I'm taking it!"

"Yeah, who's going to miss a rock?"

You're slightly offended by Angela's remark but you also can't blame her. Humans know nothing about the magical world of rocks, after all.

"I'm still going to do some videos with Spence," Amanda tells Angela. "But I will walk you to your car."

"You're the best," Angela beams up at her - way up - and puts her arm around her friend's waist. Amanda still holds on to you.

"So, how is the dating going?" Amanda cuts right to the chase.

"Well, I had one last night!"

"No!!"

"Yes!"

"How was it? Who was it?"

"They were a very nice person, but I got more friend-vibes than anything." "Ugh, don't you hate when that happens."

"Aren't you best friends with your husband?"

"True. But on top of our best friendship, he also makes me blush and my heart races whenever he flirts with me."

Angela sighed. "I want to have that with someone. Can't you tell me how I get someone that makes me blush? Give me some kind of roadmap."

"Or you could just be a happy single? Look at Ian, he is happier literally every single day! The dude is glowing."

"I love our dad, he's getting fit too! And wears cool clothes, who even is he?!"

The women giggle.

"But please, you gotta help me out Amanda."

"I'll think about it," Amanda winks and ruffles Angela's hair. They've arrived at her car. "Good night my dear."

"G'nite!"

Amanda walks back to the Smosh office. Twilight falls, adding a soft pink hue to the otherwise uninteresting surroundings. She puts you in her shirt's front pocket.

"Welcome, Amanda, to the BEST game night you have ever had!"

Spencer, a sweet looking guy with curly hair and a boyish beard looks at her with a determined smile.

"I could not be more ready!" Amanda shakes her head slowly. It's something she does when she actually does agree.

"This game is going to be right up your alley: it has magic, it has murder, it has teen girls being angsty!"

"Wow, that's me!" Amanda laughs, her voice like a bell. Spencer's chest and brows rise in jubilation.

As they sit down and start a live-stream, Spencer looks at Amanda with a look that can only be described as mesmerized. And who can blame him, really.

"So you're Max, a photography student," Spencer sets the scene for Amanda.

"Wow what is this weather?!"

"Try to navigate, this button is for walking forward.."

"I got it, right oh she's so cute! Why is she walking through a storm?!"

As the game progresses, Amanda and Spencer complement each other perfectly. Amanda doing most of the voices, Spencer smoothing over any gameplay-related problem so there's zero hiccups or pauses in the story.

"HOLY SHIT! Wha-"

"Yeah, your back in class again!"

"But that girl just got killed! Oh my god, does this mean we can save her?!"

Amanda's enthusiasm makes Spencer's heart swell. They both totally forget the time and finish the entire first part of the game in one sitting.

"Wow, you picked the perfect game, that was amazing Spencer."

"Thank you, it's what I do." And he was right.

"See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, good night. Wow, it's late."

Amanda drives home over a dark highway, then takes a turn at a rickety road that leads up a hill, all the way to her house. Walking inside, she takes you out of her pocket.

"What a day, my little friend," she says. "What a day."

She places you on her night stand and gets in bed, her husband already asleep.

Once you hear her gentle breath steady, it's time for some magic.

What vibe do you inspire?

Love

Friendship

Nothing

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i-used-to-wear-the-fedora · 2 years

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Stranger Things Egg Baby AU, Wakey, Wakey, Eggs and-

When Steve awoke to the noise of someone else in his house he panicked. Wondering if someone had broken in while he was asleep because it sure as hell wasn't his parents. The sleepy teenager got up in a panic when he remembered the previous night. Right. Eddie Munson was in his house downstairs. Changing out of his pajamas into his usual jeans and polo before heading downstairs to face his injured classmate.

Arriving in the kitchen, Steve found Eddie sat at the kitchen's counter. The metalhead digging through a box of Quisp cereal and shoving handfuls into his mouth. No bowl, no milk, just straight out of the box.

"Morning." Eddie greeted with his mouth still full of cereal as he spoke. Grabbing a bottle of Coke pilfered from his fridge (was he seriously drinking a Coke for breakfast?) and using it to wash down the cereal.

"Has anyone told you not to talk with your mouth full?" Steve asked as he approached the fridge. Opening it and pulling out a carton of strawberries.

"Yeah but I never listened to 'em." Steve grabbed a strawberry and took a bite out of it when he noticed Eddie's leg.

"Take your pants off." Eddie choked on his cereal as Steve said this.

"Scuse me?" The teen choked out.

"I need to change your bandages you perv." Steve rolled his eyes. "Plus those jeans are covered in blood. You're going to have to change. You can borrow a pair of mine."

"Whatever you say nurse Steve." Eddie got up and started to strip in front of the other boy. Steve turning around to avoid eye contact. "You know, I can honestly say I'd never expect the king of Hawkins himself trying to get me in his pants-"

"One more innuendo Munson and I'll kick your barely clothed ass out. I'm not into dudes."

"Seriously Harrington? You're worried I'm going to come on to you? Please, I have some standards."

Okay that hurt his ego slightly but Steve kept quiet as he turned around to see Eddie now dressed in only his Hellfire shirt and boxers. Steve stared for a moment before gesturing for him to go over to the couch. Eddie complied, taking a seat on the couch and stretching his body out. Dramatically lifting his injured leg in the air.

"I'm all yours nurse Steve-shit that hurts."

"Don't extend your leg like that. You'll only aggravate the injury." Unraveling the dirty bandages, Steve tossed them aside and grabbed the supplies bag from the night before. Grabbing the rag and disinfectant Steve began to reclean the wound. This time, he was slightly more gentle.

"So...you going to tell me about that thing that tried to eat me last night?"

"I don't think you're going to believe me."

"Try me."

"Okay but you gotta promise not to tell anyone. Legally I shouldn't be telling you." Eddie made a face at that. "So there's kind of this other world. Like under us. And it has monsters and shit. Remember when Will Byers went missing last year?"

"The kid who supposedly came back to life? Yeah kind if hard to forget with how the town freaked out."

"Yeah, well he was dragged down there by some monster thing."

"Like the one that attacked me?" Eddie prodded as Steve began to bandage his leg again.

"Yeah. The kids call them demi goggles or something stupid like that."

"Do you mean demogorgon?"

"Yeah, that thing....wait how do you know what that is?"

"He's a creature in Dungeons and Dragons." Edddie explained. "He's a Tanar'ri demon prince. In game he has two heads and is super powerful-"

"Yeah whatever." Steve cut Eddie off as he got up. "But those things? Demogorgons, whatever you call them, are dangerous. I thought they stopped it or whatever but one Will's little munchkin friends decided it would be cute to bring a baby one home with him. At least until it ate his cat and broke out. We kind of need to find it before it does anything else." Eddie stared up at Steve blankly, the cogs clearly turning in his head as he took in all the information he was given before letting out a long breath.

"Holy shit."

"Yeah. "

"If I didn't see that thing with my own eyes, I'd say you're full of it."

"Wish I was." Steve watched as Eddie continued to sit there quietly. "...listen it's a lot but we have school in an hour. I'll grab you some jeans, okay?"

Eddie nodded.

A few hours ago Eddie's biggest priority was passing health class with the stupid egg project. Now he had to worry about otherworldly monsters coming from wherever the fuck this other world was and finishing the job they started last night.

He sat in the passenger seat of Steve Harrington's car, wearing an uncomfortably loose pair of jeans that was barely held up by his spiked belt. Eggy Pop was in his jacket pocket and unharmed which he supposed was a plus but again the other worldly monster thing was a mood dampener. The teen was too distracted by the new information to even comment on Steve's choice of radio music. Madonna. Because of course Harrington liked Madonna. Staring out the window at the sparse buildings and empty fids that comprised Hawkins. He wondered if anyone else knew about this supernatural bullshit. All those missing people over the years. Did demogorons eat them? Was that what happened to Barb Holland? Did Steve know?

So many questions Eddie wanted to ask but he was honestly too scared to. Did he even want to know the answers? He couldn't even look over at Steve and instead continued to stare out the car window when he noticed them approaching the school and he finally spoke.

"You can let me out here."

Steve glanced over at him slightly confused as he stopped the car.

"Ugh, why? School's three blocks away."

"Yeah but I'm sure the king of Hawkins doesn't want to be seen with the town freak outside of school doing un egg related things. Imagine what would happen to your reputation."

"Reputation? I don't know if you've heard but as of two days ago, I have none." Steve put the car back into drive and continued the ride to school. "I don't care who sees you getting out of my car or what they're going to say. Can't get any worse."

Considering who was saying this, Eddie was taken aback slightly. Steve Harrington was all image. Yet the look on his face as he pulled into the busy highschool parking lot and parking near the front could obliged be described as confident. The car pulling to a stop and Eddie hesitated a moment before getting out with Steve close behind hum. Everyone turning to stare at the odd duo. Unlike lunch from the day prior, Steve didn't speed away. People whispering as he walked by. Eddie was used to it. Steve wasn't but he didn't seem to mind. It felt nice to not be alone this time. Even if it was Harrington.

#eggy #stranger things #stranger things au #eddie munson #steve harrington #fanfiction #steddie #steve x eddie #egg baby au #eggbert pop

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