#he'll still cry but he gets to sit on a lap in the car and doesn't claw his nails bloody

[opennwindows]

If you can, could I request BEN Drowned fluff / smut headcanons like about himself, with his headcanon age, hobbies, facts, what he is into or would like & want in a relationship, and what he would be like with a gamer girlfriend/ s/o?

If ya taking requests rn still?✨😇😊💖

Ben Drowned general + NSFW hcs

A/N: yes!! absolutely. i love getting to talk about how the pastas do their pastaing in my mind. i have so many headcanons for everyone that im excited to share!! also sorry i forgot to include the gamer gf part but i don't think it would change a lot of what i wrote!!

btw sorry for fucking dying i have been busy 😭😭 but no one worry i will still continue to work on requests!! if anyone has any marble hornets stuff they wanna request i will zoom you to the front of the queue so fucking quick. anyways enough of me yapping.

cw: 18+ nsfw, toxic relationships, crying kink,

GENERAL

ben is mentally and physically 22, but he can be quite emotionally immature at times. when he died he never stopped growing and maturing, his soul was just stuck in limbo. think like the worst waiting room ever.

he's surprisingly tall, standing at about 5'9. he's lanky but not bone thin. could easily get pretty far in a fight without his ghost powers.

the link costume only appears when he’s in his ghost form. so for example, when he’s messing with someone on their computer he’ll appear as the canon BEN we’re most familiar with. when he’s just chilling in his physical body, he mostly wears beat up hoodies and sweatpants.

contrary to popular belief, ben's not the hardcore gamer everyone thinks he is. sure, he'll play some overwatch or whatever when he's bored but he honestly just prefers to watch tv and browse the internet. understandably REFUSES to play any zelda games. if you were trapped in a video game for decades would you ever wanna touch it again? exactly.

ben loves to draw little comics and troll (see: horrifically traumatize) people online. god forbid you get into twitter beef with this man because he will crawl through your monitor at 3am and leave you with a crippling fear of technology. dude thinks it's absolutely hilarious. a true knee slapper.

lowkey has a sugar addiction. will slam down 4 cans of pepsi in one sitting. he's very lucky that he's basically a ghost because the kidney stones would be plentiful.

ROMANTIC

you know that guy with the blown out speakers in his car, lives off of energy drinks and burnt blue razz ice elfbars, swears aphex twin is the modern mozart and works on the grill at your local wendy’s? yeah thats ben. or at least would be him if he was still human.

“why would you need a chair, my lap is literally right here babe.”

would absolutely wear your skin if given the opportunity. not in a weird way. he’s just EXTREMELY touchy.

he needs someone who is significantly more organized and motivated than him. he can go almost a week without showering and it should honestly be considered biological warfare when he tries to smother you with affection during these episodes.

after awhile of you guys dating he LOVES the idea of y’all showering together. he has a fear of water and while showers aren’t too much of a trigger, your presence helps ease his anxiety.

favorite pet names: bro, dude, dawg, babe, bitch (non derogatory)

not really a romantic but he tries his best. a perfect date for him is just getting some takeout, watching youtube, talking about stupid shit and play fighting. if you want something more traditional or extravagant then he’ll oblige to make you happy but those types of dates make him feel quite suffocated and nervous. try to save those for special occasions.

now let’s talk about his problems because just like the other creeps he is ANGSTY.

he’s probably the most emotionally stable and healthiest of the group but he definitely still has his toxic traits, after all this man is a ghost that mentally tortures and kills his victims through manipulation.

ben would never ever get physical with his partner no matter how enraged he is but he absolutely is the type to do some mental damage when he gets carried away. ben drowned? more like ben gaslighted.

the type to say some shit that would keep you up for years and then kiss you the next morning like the argument never happened. he finds it easier to ignore problems than to actively talk and fix them. you’re gonna have to teach him some important communication skills or else you’ll grow to resent him after all the bottled up rage.

a bit too brutally honest and blunt for his own good so if you have thin skin the relationship would fall apart pretty quickly. he wants someone who can drag him twice as hard as he dragged you. bonus points if your insults are consistently funny as hell.

please watch anime with him and discuss it. he would propose on the spot, especially if you play with his hair.

pro player tip: if you want him to clean his disgusting room, help him and make it fun! he just needs a little push and motivation at times. and being around you makes him want to get his shit together.

big fan of late night make-out sessions. i’m talking like 45 minutes straight of just slobbering on each other’s faces with tongues down throats. if you don’t want his hands running over every inch of your body then you’ll probably have to chain him to the wall.

NSFW

okay. so he’s a little inexperienced with his hands. he’s just a slow learner. be vocal with him about what you like!!

ben's about 7inches and slightly skinnier than average but he will have you seeing stars in record time. the dick game is no joke. he tends to go fast and deep most times.

i can see him being a switch in the idgaf-as-long-as-i’m-fucking way. dude will go with the flow and will try mostly anything.

definitely one of the least aggressive pastas during sex. he has sadistic tendencies but he’s more of a edge/overstimulate you until you cry versus a beat the shit out of you and rip hair out of your scalp type. he’s pretty vanilla given his occupation.

despite his love of roasting the fuck out of you on a daily basis, the only words that come out of this man’s mouth is heavenly praise. he looks at you like you’re the most gorgeous being on the planet and he’ll let you know it.

he loves to whisper praises into your ear while you ride him.

he's more of a receiver than a giver when it comes to oral. he'll absolutely spend hours between your legs if given the chance but nothing beats the sight of you on your knees and teary eyed with his length in your mouth.

he can be a bit of a head pusher but just let him face-fuck you every now and then, hearing his loud moans will be worth it.

did i mention how much of a crying kink this man has? you guys could be on round three and if he stares at your teary eyed fucked-out face for longer than 10 seconds he'll immediately get hard again. you'll have to beg him to give your poor body a break.

he's also into choking but only if he's the one doing it. if you try to restrict his breathing he'll panic and the mood would get ruined.

[bananami]

A Day in the Nanami Household

a/n: this one is for the anon that asked for more papamin content. i went full domestic house, wife (gn), and kids. clearly im delusional and have thought about this way too much. and i didn't proof read it. sue me. i would do ungodly things to marry and have children with this man.

Mornings

They go one of two ways: perfectly smooth or absolute chaos. On mornings that things go according to plan you and Kento get up earlier than the kids to have coffee or tea. Some mornings Kento will even order breakfast to the house (a scone and croissant that you'll split between the both of you, five glazed munchkins for Nobara, a chocolate donut for Yuji, and a blueberry muffin for Megumi). Megumi is usually the first one up and will make his own way downstairs to where he knows you and Kento will be sitting on the couch watching the morning news. He's usually still tired and will curl his little body up on one of your laps and probably fall back asleep for another twenty minutes or so. Nobara is typically the next to wake up and Yuji will almost always have to be dragged out of bed. If the kids aren't being too difficult they'll get dressed easily and eat breakfast quickly and without complaint. Kento will help buckle them into their booster seats and kiss you goodbye before getting in his own car to drive to work. Nobara and Yuji will almost always laugh, make kissing noises, or yell eeeewwww!! from the back of the car, while Megumi waves goodbye to Kento until he can no longer see his dad's car. He'll always ask "is dad going to work?" and you'll always answer yes, and Yuji or Nobara will always follow up with "can I go to work with dad?" and you'll always answer no. They'll get out of the car easily, without any push back or crying, and you'll demand a hug and kiss from each of them. Yuji will cling on the longest, and he'll always add in that he's really really gonna miss you today.

On rougher mornings, you or Kento are typically already running behind. The both of you can tell it isn't going to be a good morning when one of the kids comes down complaining about something or when no one wakes up on their own. You have to practically bribe them to get up and get ready for school. Nobara will hate every hair style Kento tries to do on her, and finally he'll give up and ask to trade kids with you. Megumi's eyes will be watery all morning and he'll stop you every five minutes to whisper "can I stay home with you today?" and it'll break your heart every time to tell him no. Some days you do break and keep him home, and Kento will make fun of you for breaking so easy. The breakfast he ordered ahead will be delayed or cancelled altogether, so you'll have to make breakfast. And then of course all three of them want something completely different to eat, Yuji wants eggs and bacon, and Nobara wants pancakes, and Megumi wants cereal (oh and also to stay home *cue waterworks*). Everyone will get a poptart and be happy about it. If he has time, Kento will usually offer to drive the kids to school because he can see you growing frustrated, especially if one of them is sick or Megumi is having separation anxiety. Really bad mornings is when one of them is sick and crying, one is throwing a fit over not wanting to go to school, and the other is running around the living room refusing to put their shoes on because they think it's funny. Kento will use his dad voice, and that's usually where they all fall in line. From there, they'll get in the car, you'll help buckle them in, and you'll make sure you give your husband a kiss before he leaves. Megumi will try and ask one last time to stay home.

Afternoons

Kento works from home two out of three days of the week. It's those days that you two are able to work in any moments of intimacy. Those are your favorite days. Kento takes an hour lunch break. Sometimes you'll eat lunch, sometimes you are lunch (Kento hates when you describe it this way). Sometimes you just force him to cuddle with you on the couch (those are usually after the bad mornings). When Megumi wins the morning fights and gets to stay home, he sticks to your side the whole day. He'll ask to be picked up, or constantly be holding your hand, or he'll wrap his arms around your leg and make it near impossible for you to get anything done around the house. You've brought it up to his therapist and she assures you it's natural for him to have those moments given the situation you and Kento adopted him from. That reminder to yourself usually has you cuddling with him instead on the sofa all day. But he likes the days that Kento is also home because he likes to make lunch for him with you. Kento acts like those are the best lunches ever, you 'lie' and say Megumi made it all by himself, and Megumi lights up from the praise he gets from his dad after.

Sometimes, on days where the rest of the week has been really hard, Kento will cash in a day of PTO or use a sick day to stay home with you. He'll say it's because he wants to help you out around the house, but it's almost always because he just misses spending time with you without the kids around, as selfish as that may seem. Nothing will get done around the house. You'll spend all day in bed or on the couch watching tv, sometimes you'll step out for a lunch date together, and you're only rule with one another is that you don't talk about the kids unless it's absolutely necessary. At some point Kento will attempt to seduce you and you're not sure why you say attempt because he absolutely will. On more than one occasion the two of you have almost been late to pick up the kids. Their favorite days are when you and Kento are both there to pick them up.

Evenings

Yuji is usually the first one jumping into the car and throwing himself at the both of you, yapping on and on about his day at school. The three of them like to listen to whatever four songs they're currently hyperfixated on on repeat the whole ride home. And they'll sing them loudly and really badly until you pull into the drive way. Nobara will jump out of the car and run straight upstairs to take a bath because she doesn't like to smell bad and she needs to immediately wash the school germs off of her. Kento or you will start on dinner or make the decision to order in if neither of you feel up to cooking. The kids always want pizza or Asian food if you choose to order in. While one of you cooks, the other sits down with the kids to do homework. Kento is better at it and much more patient with them when it comes to homework, so you usually opt to cook.

Nobara is a total daddy's girl. For at least an hour a night she will lay on Kento's chest while he reads or sits on his iPad. But when he gets up to get everyone ready for bed she immediately is switching sides, asking for you to help her pick out her school clothes and braid her hair so it's curly in the morning. Then when it's time to tuck them in, she'll switch sides once again, demanding that Kento carry her to bed and check all the dark spots of her room for monsters. Kento will make a show of it, which you'll call him a dork for later. Megumi will sit up in his bed patiently waiting for the both of you to come in and say goodnight all the while Yuji is jumping up and down on his own bed stating that he is not tired and can't go to sleep just yet. Some nights it takes a while to get Yuji to settle down. More often than not, Yuji wakes up in the middle of the night crying (the night terrors are apparently also an expected symptom of his trauma prior to the adoption), and if he doesn't get up to come to lay in yours and Kento's bed then Megumi will get up and you'll find them laying in Yuji's twin together the next morning.

Every single night, you and Kento spend at least an hour together talking about your days or just relaxing in each other's company. You two debrief and plan for tomorrow together, or if it's Friday you plan out the weekend and when you'll make time for just the two of you. Kento is the perfect father and husband, and you never fail to remind him of this every night. And it doesn't matter how chaotic the mornings start because the nights always end the same way, with the two of you (and sometimes Yuji) laying together in awe of the life you built together.

[planet-dusk]

i sent this skz x 9th member!reader to another creator but forgot who it was so i’m sending it here too i guess. enjoy

i féel like the boys would def be little pervs towards their girl member. like “cuddling” her in the car on the way to places, having her sit in their lap during lives and stuff, constantly watching her boobs in tank tops during practice, etc something tells me chan or minho would be the biggest pervs out of the older boys but they know how to be subtle with it. meanwhile jisung and maybe jeongin are the the young ones who go absolutely crazy over anything. like her boobs could be out a little bc her tops are flimsy so they grab a handful and are lowkey fondling her but using the excuse that it’s helping keep her boobs in her bra or something. she’d def be very clueless but not entirely. like she knows that bc she’s a girl and they’re all guys, they have urges too. walking around the house in short and tight clothes, asking sexual questions, singing and dancing to sexy songs, etc they’d probably have a corruption kink too because of her “innocent but not really” aura. she’s innocent in the way that she’s just clueless when anyone so much as hits on her, likes her, try’s to make a move, etc

idk this was a while ago so maybe it’s just ramblings from my brain.

🏷️ perversion, noncon somno for jisung's part, corruption, fingering, oral (f + m), masturbation, unprotected sex, mc is called baby, kitten, doll, pretty, toy, slut

as the oldest and the leader of the group chan should know better. but you're so cute when you wake up early and your eyes are still puffy with sleep. he can't help but let his gaze linger on your bare legs, picturing his face between your thighs. sometimes when you join him on channie's room he'll run his teasing fingers over your clothed slit, enjoying the way you squirm and hide your hot face in your hands, pretending you're camera shy.

"keep still, baby. you know how much the fans love it when you look all cute and flustered."

minho is always helpful, offering you private dance lessons to hone your skills. he can be strict with the other members but he's noticed how embarrassed you get when he praises you. "you're doing so well, kitten," he whispers into your ear while he adjusts your position. you avert your eyes and try to focus on the way your body moves. he's smirking at you through the mirror, his hands skimming your ass more than necessary. when you're all warmed up and sweaty he bends you over and grinds his hard cock against your clothed pussy. "let's stretch some more."

"i know you can do it," changbin encourages when your voice cracks again. he turns off his laptop and enters the recording booth. "hey, don't cry," he wipes your tears away with his thumbs and you sniffle. you're fucking up your lines. badly.

"do you trust me?" he asks and you nod, letting him spread your legs. with a puzzled face you watch him crouch down and nuzzle the inside of your thigh. "you just need to relax, baby... you're straining too much when you get anxious. let me help you."

hyunjin is your roommate. he's a calm and quiet guy so you don't mind having him around. but on some nights you wake up to muffled gasps and groans coming from his side of the room. if you didn't know any better you'd have sworn some of his moans sound like your name. afraid to let him know you're awake you stay quiet and stare at the ceiling. your own hand slips into your pyjama pants to rub quick circles on your swollen clit, desperate to cum in time with him.

"ssh, it's me," jisung shushes you with a hand clasped over your mouth. you blink at him groggily, feeling two of his fingers slipping in and out of your wet hole with ease. he must've been playing with you for a while. "hyunjin's taking a shower and told me to wake you up." he snuggles against your back and you gasp into his palm when he replaces his fingers with his thick cock. "be a good doll for me now, pretty. we don't have much time before he comes back."

felix is the first to turn your relationship with them into something more than strictly collegial. "we're not colleagues, or friends, or family," he tugs you onto his lap and purrs into your ear, "we're something more." his fingers reach into your shorts and press against your clothed slit, making your head spin. "feel how soaked these panties are for me, doll? you know i'm telling the truth. what we've got is something special."

seungmin is your vocal training partner. when you stay late in the studio to practice he stays with you. his unconventional training methods are your little secret; he'd told you the others can't know a thing because they would get jealous, so you do as told. seungmin makes you feel special. you know he'd do everything for his favorite member.

"sluts like you need to have their throats trained," he groans and thrusts his cock deeper. "how else are you ever going to hit those notes?"

jeongin can never keep his hands off you when you're getting dressed for your stages. he gropes at your tits and tugs on your clothes. "these skirts keep getting shorter," he shakes his head and frowns. "everyone in the audience will be able to see your safety shorts. but you know you belong to us, don't you?" he grins and you squeal when his fingers slip between your thighs and locate your clit with ease. the barest hint of pressure against the fabric has you panting, proving his point. "no matter how many people cheer for you, you're our toy."

[lowkeychenle]

Irrevocably (3) (M)

Description: Following the night of the party, all you want to do is be alone. Chenle, on the other hand, has other ideas, and is suddenly hellbent on proving to you he'll be better for you

Content Warnings: Angst (previous content warnings from other parts do apply, please check those out before you continue). Smut: explicit, rough, unprotected sex (let's make sure to use protection y'alllll), multiple rounds, why is chenle always pussy drunk i don't understand, use of pet names baby and pretty girl, temperature play (ice), oral (both), cockwarming (did y'all really think I could end a fic on a BAD NOTE when it's CHENLE WEEK?! no bye)

Word Count: 9,105

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader

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You wish you could say things changed for you. That you miraculously felt better after you broke down in front of Chenle. Maybe you’d be in a magical world of bliss at this point if that were the case. He’d finally realize all of the bullshit he did and beg for your forgiveness, but a man like him is too prideful to admit his mistakes. You know that now.

He stayed with you until you were calm enough to think rationally, but as soon as your thinking ability came back, you hightailed away from him as fast as you could. Thankfully, Jisung hadn’t been drinking, so he offered to take you home.

He was probably dying to know—not only why Chenle stormed after you and Mark, only for Mark and Chenle’s girlfriend to both stomp off in anger, swearing they’d never speak to either of you again. Although, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on. Everyone is suddenly painfully aware that you and Chenle have some sort of history that’s more than what you’d let on.

The first text from Chenle came that night. Apparently, he decided it was time to unblock you.

Chenle: I’m so sorry

All you can do is snort and drop your phone into your lap. You make sure to actually open the message so he sees you’ve read it without responding. He doesn’t deserve anymore of your time. Even if it is to apologize. You want to tear the world down when you see the two hearts next to his name, one in your favorite color, and one in his.

“You okay?” Jisung asks as he pulls up to your building. “I know we’re all friends with Chenle, but you’re important to us, too, okay? Don’t hold anything in if you’re hurting.”

Your throat is dry, and you’re sure your face is still red and puffy from all the crying you did. “Thanks, Ji. I really don’t feel like talking at all tonight. I’m sorry.”

“As long as you know I’m here if you need me.”

You nod once at him and thank him quietly before getting out of his car. Without a single look back, you head into your building. You’re not sure what to expect. Considering how Chenle’s been acting lately, his sad apology attempt is most likely all you’ll get. He’ll go back after his girlfriend, and you’ll end up blocked all over again before the end of the week.

Once you’re inside your house, you have the urge to curl into a ball on the couch with your favorite blanket and never leave the protection of the walls around you. With the door locked, nobody will ever be able to bother you.

Hours turn into days and days into weeks, and the most you’ve done is go to the grocery store once. Delivery has become your savior, but even that doesn’t sit right with you. To your surprise, Chenle continued to message you periodically.

Chenle: You have every right to be pissed at me. I know. All I want is to explain myself, okay?

Chenle: I fucked up so bad I know I did

Chenle: I need you in my life (Y/N)

You’re even more surprised when you don’t hear a single peep from Mark. Chenle was texting you at least once a day, and it seemed that as many times as he sent something to you, you were reaching out to Mark.

You love Chenle. There’s no denying it any longer, but you know better than to love someone who’s not emotionally available to you. Chenle already tore you down to the ground once.

Chenle: I’m not gonna give up until you talk to me. Even if it’s just five minutes

Chenle: I fucking miss you

Chenle: in a real way…i’m not missing anyone. I’m missing you. Please.

Chenle: I don’t even know what to say next, but I’m gonna keep texting you until you respond to me

On week three, he even went as far as to knock on your door. You hadn’t left or ordered any delivery, so you were confused as to why someone was there. Looking out the peephole, your breath faltered at the sight of Chenle. He had no right to show up. You hadn’t responded for a reason, and you’ll apparently have to move apartments to stay away from him.

“I know you’re there,” he says, voice carrying to you. “(Y/N), I really just want to talk to you. I don’t know how many times I can tell you I’m sorry before you believe me.”

You almost laugh and give away how close you are. It doesn’t matter how many times he says it, it’ll take much more than that for you to even consider talking to him. You watch him closely as his face scrunches up and he lets out a sigh.

“I’m not giving up. Ever. You’ll see. I need you and we both know it.”

The door must be thin, because when you let out a shuddering breath at his words, he perks up. It’s almost as if he’s looking right at you through the wood, like he knows exactly where you are.

“Just let me in,” he asks again. “I know what I did was wrong, and I don’t want to ask you to forgive me, but I do want to explain myself. If anything, it’ll give you some closure knowing this wasn’t your fault.”

Your heart rate escalates to the point you’re sure it’ll shatter upon impact with your ribcage. A tear rolls down your cheek, but you angrily brush it away. He doesn’t deserve your time, and he certainly doesn’t deserve to be in your safe space.

“Please. You won’t even have to say anything. Let me say my piece and then I’ll go, okay?”

This isn’t even the same Chenle you knew, you tell yourself. Nothing has changed. All he wants is leverage.

The tone of his voice makes it hard to believe that, but you steel your resolve. You have to ignore him.

After that, he slumps in defeat, sighs, and walks away. You let out a pent up breath, relieved he decided to go.

Or at least, that’s what you thought.

When dinner time rolls around, you don’t have any groceries since you’ve been holed up for weeks now. The only logical response is to order pizza. Plus, after the emotional wreckage Chenle left you in, you’ve earned it.

It takes about forty-five minutes for the food to arrive, and you gladly throw the door open. You recoil in shock at the sight of Chenle holding the box.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You scoff.

“I gave the dude a $50 bill and he just gave it to me. I really just want to talk—”

“That’s not the problem, Chenle,” you cut him off, stomping off toward your kitchen. “You continue to disrespect boundaries and me, and it’s not okay. I’m having trouble figuring out why you can’t see that.”

“I’m sorry,” he says.

You stand on one side of the island, and he sets the box down on the opposite end, resting his palms against it.

“You deserve an explanation.” His gaze scans over you, guilt written all over his face.

“Another thing you don’t get. If I wanted or needed an explanation, I would’ve asked you. Actually, I did, and you not giving it to me was the answer. You’ve ruined everything for me. I can’t even talk to any of the guys without feeling like they’re pitying me.” You run your fingers through your hair. “You hurt me, and you’re doing it again by showing up when I said I didn’t want anything to do with you. You’re selfish. You only care about yourself and making up your image in my eyes so I don’t hate you.”

“Do you?” he whispers. “Hate me?”

“That doesn’t concern you anymore.”

“Either way, I know you should. I’m not here to make myself look better, okay? I don’t want you to excuse my behavior because it was beyond fucked up, but I want you to know that it wasn’t anything about you that made things work out this way.”

You pause, averting away from the pleading look on his face. “What could you possibly have going on to justify all of this bullshit?”

“It’s not a justification,” he clarifies. “I know it was wrong. All of it. I know I’m a shitty person for putting you through that.”

He takes your silence as approval to continue.

“Honestly, I miss you so fucking much. Before all of this, you were my best friend, and I know I was yours. I never meant for it to get this messed up, you know? I…Towards the end of our, um, situation, I realized I was in love with you. Real love. Love that made me want you in ways I couldn’t, because I already knew there was no way you’d feel the same.

“And so I gave up. I had to press the fucking panic button and get as far away from you as possible. Jia showed up at the right time, and I threw everything I had into her instead. I didn’t tell her about what we’d done, because I also thought that meant I’d have to admit to her what came along with it.

“Things got…serious, I guess. She was around my family and they all loved her. You know how important they are to me, so I felt so much pressure to maintain this relationship because they’d never been so excited about me being with a girl before. So yeah, when we broke up, my first instinct was to come to you. I love you, and it was the first time I felt really happy in months.

“But when she called me, (Y/N), I felt like I didn’t have a choice. You wouldn’t ever want me in the way I needed, my family loved her, and everything fell apart. It wasn’t until she made me block you that I really saw what it was like without you in my life. When I first started dating her, we still talked and hung out all the time, so it was…okay. As long as I could have you both, I was okay.

“And seeing you with Mark fucked me up so bad. I wanted to take you away from him and keep you for myself, but in my head, that never meant you were on the backburner. Everything was you, and even the idea of Mark having you in the ways I did broke me into pieces.

“And I was talking to Jia recently, just to apologize to her for wasting months of her life. She told me that the night everything blew up, she slept with Mark. They were both pissed and wanted revenge, I guess, but I wasn’t even upset. I didn’t care. But if it had been you, I…Nobody has ever had my heart the way you do.”

Tears stream down your face, but you refuse to acknowledge their existence. Chenle’s eyes are welled up, his jaw clenched tight once he finishes his words.

“You’re so fucking stupid,” you choke out, turning away from him.

“I know,” he agrees without hesitation. “I know.”

He makes his way around the counter, and you take a step back.

“Please don’t touch me.” You shake your head.

“I won’t,” he murmurs, standing so close in proximity to you, you smell his cologne. The scent invades your senses, and you suddenly have trouble breathing.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

You recoil in shock for the second time in the past hour when he lowers himself to his knees. He looks up at you, totally defeated as he opens his mouth to speak.

“I’m so sorry.” His voice catches in his throat. “I’m not asking for us to be together, and I’m not asking for anything close to what we had before. I just want us to be friends again. I need you in my life. No matter where that spot is.”

“God, Chenle, get off the floor.” You wipe angrily at the dampness on your cheeks.

“I need you. Please.”

When you look at him, you hate how you see him. How he looks like the Chenle you knew before all of this happened. The sight in front of you makes you want to kiss him and tell him you love him too, but you’re well aware all of this could be an act. Maybe he gave this same speech to Jia, and you’re the leftover—

“Jia’s gone. I promise. You’re more important to me, okay? Whatever you want or need, I’ll do it.” The pleading gleam in his gaze has your frozen heart slowly melting.

You can’t give in. Friendship could be good for the two of you, but if you give him anymore now, you fear it’ll be detrimental for you in the future.

“Friends. That’s it.” You watch him closely as the relief floods over him.

“Thank you.” He stands up and brushes his jeans off. “I won’t do that to you again. I fucking swear.”

“We’re not immediately going back to normal,” you tell him, confidently meeting his stare for the first time in a long time. “You have to prove yourself to me. That you care about me as a person and not as something to take your stress out on. No more out of place jealousy, no more butting into things that have nothing to do with you. Our past doesn’t exist anymore.”

“I’m not going to let you down,” Chenle insists. “I swear I won’t.”

“I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”

One week later, 9:35 p.m., September 15th, 2023, Jaemin’s house

You arrived at the party by yourself, but the majority of the group was already there. Jaemin sees you first, letting out a loud cheer when he makes eye contact with you. It’s the first time you agreed to come out after everything that happened, so they all view it as a big deal.

You laugh as he hugs you, and then pulls you down to sit next to him. Thankfully, no one brings up what happened last month, and you’re able to have a good time with your friends without you feeling like they secretly pity you for all of the shit Chenle pulled.

Speaking of him, he hasn’t arrived yet, but you know he’s coming. He’d never miss one of Jaemin’s parties. That, and he told you this morning in his daily good morning text that he was excited to see you tonight. The entire week, you’d been in contact with him, and you almost hated how normal it felt to sink back into a friendship with him. It’s how you remember him before he started dating Jia, and all you can do is hope that it lasts.

In fact, his text was ‘good morning bighead, it’ll be nice to see you at jaem’s tonight.’

He’s clearly very eloquent.

Although, it did make you laugh. And respond back with how his head is much bigger than yours.

Your guard is still up. You don’t trust him. But it’s not like he can’t build that back by showing you he’s serious. As much as you hate to admit it, your hopes are up as high as the steel wall he’s pulling down piece by piece.

“I’m gonna go grab a drink,” you tell Jaemin, who gives you a thumbs up and delves into a conversation with Haechan. Something about global warming, but you don’t stay around long enough to hear the entirety of it.

Once you return, you notice the extra person. Chenle arrived while you were in the kitchen, and the pain in your chest at seeing him is miniscule. You want him in all the ways you had him—more, even—but you know it’s best for both of you to work your way up. After all, he could still be lying. But seeing him alone and not with Jia also adds to your hopes—maybe he’s being serious. Maybe people can change, and you should give him the benefit of the doubt.

You make a bold move, a show of faith, perhaps, when you go sit down next to Chenle. There’s a decent amount of space between you two, but you don’t miss the way his smile widens.

The night rages on around you, but you’re acutely aware of the way Chenle gets a little closer to you with every drink one of you goes to get, and eventually, you’re laughing together while making fun of Jisung.

Everything is as it should be, and everytime Chenle’s not looking right at you, you’re smiling in his direction, knowing this is who he should’ve been all along.

11:32 p.m., September 17th, 2023, your apartment

“And then, Haechan said Mark and Jia are actually dating now.” Chenle’s voice travels through your phone resting on your chest while you stare up at the ceiling.

Without meaning to, you let out a laugh. “I mean, maybe it’ll work for them. They both deserve to be happy.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He’s silent for a moment. “You, too, you know. You deserve to be happy.”

“Everyone does,” you reply. “Sometimes, good people do bad things, Le. I don’t think you’re a bad person.”

There’s shuffling on his end, like he’s settling in his blanket. “I’m glad to hear that. We haven’t really…talked about that much lately. It’s not a bad thing, ‘cause it’s probably best to shelve the past for now, but if you want to say anything to me, you don’t have to hold back.”

You contemplate. There are thousands of things you could tell Chenle right at this moment. You could tell him you’ve always loved him, too, or you could tell him how hurt you were. How he tore you up from the inside out and gave you no room to breathe. He infiltrated everything you had and turned it into his own personal playground.

God, you should be mad at him. You should hate him and hang up right now, but you won’t.

“Thanks,” you murmur. “I missed you, too. When you were gone. I’m glad you forced your way into my house with pizza to tell me everything. You were right, I was blaming myself for it.”

“Don’t ever blame yourself for my dumbass actions. I won’t lie to you, not anymore. Um, is it…okay if I ask you something?”

You frown, wondering if it’s a good idea. “Sure.”

“Did you ever feel more for me than friendship? Like when we were hooking up, did you mean all the things you’ve said to me?” He clears his throat, the tone of his voice clearly portraying his embarrassment.

“I’ve never lied to you,” you return, face heating up.

“Next time I see you, is it okay if I hug you?” Chenle whispers. “I miss you.”

“Yeah, I think that’s okay.” A tiny smile forms.

“Okay. I…I’m gonna go to sleep, I’m exhausted. I’ll see you soon?”

“Soon. Goodnight, Chenle.”

10:23 p.m., September 25th, 2023, Jisung’s house

You, Chenle, Jisung, and Jaemin decided it’d be a good night to get together and watch a movie. Jisung has a theater room, so the four of you rest in there. You sit between Jaemin and Chenle, and you quietly let them know you’ll be back in a few minutes.

You go into Jisung’s fridge to grab a water bottle.

“Don’t you have a drink in there?” Jisung’s voice startles you, and you let out a gasp.

“Christ, Sungs, don’t sneak up on me like that.” You smack your hand over your heart. “Don’t you know that’s how you put people in cardiac arrest?”

“Dramatic.” Jisung snorts and grabs a bag of candy from a cupboard. “I just wanted to see how you were doing. It’s been a while since I got to talk to you, and I’ve noticed you and Chenle are friends again.”

“Ah, so that’s what this is about.” You grab a piece of chocolate and unwrap it before putting it in your mouth.

“I just want to make sure you’re okay. We’re your friends, too.”

“Look, I’m not sure how much you know about what happened, but that’s all over. Chenle and I…started over. And we’re friends, and I’d very much like to keep it that way.” You sip your water to wash down your candy.

“Be honest, do you just want to be his friend?” Jisung raises an eyebrow at you.

You laugh. “That’s not really something you should be asking me.”

“I know him, okay? I’m trying to look out for you—”

“I appreciate it, Ji, but I also happen to know Chenle. When a man like him begs for forgiveness on his hands and knees, you give him a shot. I’m not dumb, and I know what that whole situation made me look like, but I never would’ve done anything to hurt Chenle’s relationship when he was in one.” You shift on your feet.

“He just won’t tell us what’s going on, and Mark and Jia aren’t your biggest fan—”

“Jisung, what the hell?” Chenle leans on the door frame, arms crossed over his chest. “What are you doing?”

You recognize this tone of his, and you immediately look at him and shake your head. “It’s not a big deal, Chenle, he’s just—”

“No, it is a big deal. Is this why you invited us here?” He frowns at the younger man. “You thought if you couldn’t get answers out of me, you’d get answers from her?”

“Hey, man, it’s not like that.” Jisung holds his hands up in mock surrender. “I’m just curious.”

“You really wanna know that bad?” Chenle steps in, planting his palms on the countertop.

“It’s really okay,” you whisper to him, going as far as to wrap your fingers around his wrist.

“Yeah, I do. Because right now it looks like some girl is tearing apart our friend group.”

“She didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You don’t have to. I don’t care what they think.” You tug him gently, but he doesn’t look at you.

“It was me. I screwed everything up. (Y/N) and I were hooking up for over a year before I met Jia. And when Jia and I started dating, we obviously stopped that. But when she broke up with me, it was because I still had all of the conversations with (Y/N), and she was pissed about it. That night, I went to (Y/N)’s house and we slept together, and I lied to Jia again. Everything that went wrong was my fault, Jisung. She hasn’t done anything wrong.”

Jisung blinks in shock, lips parting as he glances between the two of you. You stare down at your feet, trying not to let the way he defended you seep beneath your skin. Chenle still has a lot of work to do, but you won’t lie and say it didn’t give him some brownie points.

“So why was she with Mark?”

“After I slept with her, I left the next morning when Jia called me. And then Jia asked me to block her, and I did. So all she was doing was honestly trying to forget about me, which is still her best bet.”

Your throat dries as the memories resurface, but even now, you see the difference. The Chenle who walked out on you never would’ve admitted that to another soul. He’s taking the fall. He’s taking accountability for his actions.

“Everything would’ve been fine if I hadn’t stormed up after them at Jaemin’s party. But I couldn’t stop myself, and everyone else there knew it, too.”

“(Y/N), I’m sorry for assuming.” Jisung chews the inside of his cheek. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“It’s okay, Sungs.” You give him a small smile, but Chenle’s hand slides into yours, and the way he intertwines your fingers has your heart skipping.

“Let’s get out of here,” Chenle mutters. “I’ll drop you off at home.”

You nod once at Jisung and allow the other man to pull you out of his house. The car ride is mostly silent, the soft hum of music distracting you from the way Chenle still grips your hand over the center console. You catch a glimpse of him, the street lights reflecting off his skin as they pass.

God, all you want to do is love him. You want to throw caution to the fucking wind and tell him the truth. Allow him to hold you close and feel the warmth of his embrace.

He pulls up outside your building, looking at you with a soft, tired gleam in his pretty brown eyes.

“I’m really sorry,” he says. “Jisung shouldn’t ever have done something like that.”

“It’s okay. And not your fault. I’m aware of what the situation looks like to everyone else, but it’s not their business. Thank you for standing up for me.” You squeeze him gently.

“I’ll do it for as long as you let me,” he whispers.

In your tired, vulnerable state, the rest of that wall crashes to the ground.

“Come upstairs with me?” you ask. “I don’t want to be alone.”

“I…” His eyes close and he rests his head back on the seat.

“I don’t mean it like that. I just want some company.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way. Please. But I can’t.” He forces the words out, palms running down his face. “I know you think you want that now, but I don’t want to risk you getting upset about it later. And part of proving myself is knowing when a decision will hurt you. I don’t trust either of us when it comes to being alone together in a room. Your bedroom especially.”

It stings, sure, but you know he’s right. Old habits die hard, and as soon as he’s in your bed, all bets are off.

You inhale shakily. “Right. Of course.”

“I want to.” His finger guides your chin up until you’re looking at him. He smiles softly. “I’ve missed you so much that I want to be with you all the time. But that’ll come with time when I know you really trust me fully.”

You lean across the center of the car and press your lips to his cheek, lingering for a second too long before pulling away and unbuckling your seatbelt.

“Thank you, Le.”

He nods, watching you closely as you get out and head toward your building. You look over your shoulder once before entering.

His fingers trace over his skin where your lips just were, and relief has his chest deflating.

10:34 a.m., October 14th, 2023, a local coffee shop

Chenle sets a cup down in front of you before sitting down in the booth, resting his head on his palm. You type away on your computer, occasionally glancing up to him to see if he looks bored yet. He seems perfectly content, swirling his own drink around.

“So, what’s that for again?” he asks.

“Just a last minute report I’m typing out for work,” you reply absentmindedly. “Sorry, I’m almost done.”

“I’m not in any rush.” He chuckles and leans back.

You spend nearly every day with Chenle. The two of you have even graduated to spending time alone away from your other friends, and you love how much it feels exactly how it used to. The Chenle that left you has thankfully disappeared into the abyss, and your friend has come back. You two text every day, he buys you coffee, he teases you whenever he deems necessary.

As soon as you finish your report, you sigh in relief, save it, and close your laptop. “Thank you for the coffee. I definitely need it.”

“Anything that’ll give you enough energy for Jaemin’s Halloween party. What are you dressing up as?” He leans forward, resting his forearms on the table. “I still think we should coordinate.”

“I’m not telling you what I’m going as.” You stick out your tongue at him. “You’ll live.”

“Well, Jaemin wants me there early to help set up or whatever, so I will unfortunately just have to see you there.”

“Oh, that’s okay. The goal for tonight is to get as drunk as possible without blacking out.” You grin at him, to which he responds with a quirked eyebrow.

“Calm down there, bighead, you might hurt yourself.”

“Look on the brightside, if I get myself hurt, you get to swoop in and be my hero. Isn’t that exciting?” Despite the sarcastic drawl in your voice, Chenle shrugs.

“I’m supposed to save you from getting hurt, not just help you after the fact.” His phone starts ringing in his jacket, and once he grabs it, he groans. “Yeah, Jaemin?”

There’s a muffled sound from the device that has you laughing at the frantic yelling Jaemin is doing.

“It’s not even eleven yet,” Chenle points out. “I know I said I would help, but I didn’t think that meant twelve hours before the damn party starts.”

“It’s okay,” you tell him. “You should go!”

He glares at you and mouths, ‘not helping.’

After a few more garbled words, Chenle rolls his eyes.

“Okay, I’ll be there in like twenty minutes. You owe me, dude.” He hangs up the phone and gives you a guilty look.

“None of that.” You wave him off. “I need to get home anyway and take my daily rest.”

He snorts. “Alright. Come find me later, alright?”

“Well, duh. Who else is going to stop drunk me from making a fool of myself?”

12:54 a.m., October 15th, 2023, Jaemin’s house

The world spins around you, but the happiness you feel is unrivaled. You and Chenle dance together, where he twirls you in circles despite the beat not matching. He dressed up fairly simply, some dude that wears a trench coat and an odd looking hat, but for the life of you, you can’t remember the damn name.

You barely even recall what you’re dressed up as, but it’s something with a plaid-like skirt and a white top. Whatever, it doesn’t matter. Not until you’re climbing up on the pool table for nostalgia’s sake, and Chenle’s practically begging you to come down.

“Your skirt is a little too short.” Chenle stands in front of you while you continue to dance.

“It’s Halloween, Chenle,” you remind him.

“In the nicest way possible, your costume isn’t exactly modest—why wouldn’t you put shorts on under that—”

The more you ignore him, the more he’s determined to get you to listen. He eventually climbs up next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close to him. Your eyes are stuck on his lips, but your vision is blurring a bit too much to tell if they look as good as you think they do.

You miss him. He’s touching you, the warmth of his body ironically freezing yours in its place.

“C’mon, get down.”

“I think you should get down on your—” The world swaying cuts you off, and despite his grip on you, you stumble.

He waves someone else over, and you recognize Luigi. You shake your head and blink, realizing that it’s actually Jaemin dressed up as Luigi. Giggling, you basically drop your head on Chenle’s chest.

“I thought he was really Luigi.” You laugh and smack his arm as if that’ll ground you.

Jaemin and Chenle are talking to each other, but you’re too invested in the way Chenle’s lips look when they move to care all that much on the topic. You allow Chenle to lead you to the edge of the table, and with Jaemin’s help, you’re back safely on the ground.

“I’m taking you home.” Chenle’s lips brush against your ear as he keeps his arm around you and guides you toward the door. The sensation sends a chill down your spine, and you know he feels it through where his fingers are splayed out along the small of your back.

Everything happens in a blur—getting into his car, him driving to your apartment, him bringing you upstairs from the car. By the time you’re home, you suddenly understand exactly what Chenle said about being alone with him in your apartment.

He looks divine. Angelic. And you’re weak, needy, and drunk.

“Lele,” you murmur, leaning on the doorframe to the bathroom. “Help me take my makeup off.”

He follows you in. You know he’s weak for you, too. That it’s been so long since either of you have gotten any sort of satisfaction. You crave his touch, and the alcohol raging in your system does little to help with your inhibitions.

You bend over to grab your makeup wipes from beneath the sink, and you hear him shuffle behind you. Without another thought, you slide yourself on the counter and grab at his tie, tugging him close until he’s between your legs and pressing into you just enough to drive you crazy.

“What are you doing?” he asks, eyes dark as he takes in the situation. Your skirt riding up your thighs as you pull him closer, a short glimpse of the red lace beneath the skirt. You spread your legs a bit farther, craving to feel him right up on your lace-clad entrance.

“You have to get close to take makeup off,” you reply, giggling to yourself.

His jaw tightens, but he starts cleaning you up anyway, ignoring the way you periodically shuffle closer to the edge of the counter. When he’s almost done, you wrap your legs around his waist, grinding your hips up.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, dropping what was in his hands. “(Y/N), let me finish taking your makeup off.”

You roll up once more, a soft groan leaving your lips. His hands dart down and push your thighs into the counter, halting your movements.

“C’mon,” you mumble, dropping your head against the mirror. “We both want it. You’ve been good, Lele, and I need you.”

Oh, Sober You was going to regret this. Sober You was going to kick your ass when the morning came, because you knew there’s no way Chenle’s not going to give in. The two of you are too addicted to each other not to.

He drops his head on your shoulder. “Baby, you’re drunk.”

“Please,” you whisper. “It’s been so long.”

“And we can wait a little longer,” he mentions, pushing your legs away from his waist. “Finish taking off your makeup. I’ll get you some clothes to change into.”

You groan when he disappears out of the room, but you listen to what he says. As much as your drunk mind allows you, you wash your face. When you get back to your room, he’s in a drawer you almost forgot was there. Stuff he’d left at your place, all stuffed into one tiny section of your dresser.

“C’mere,” he says to you.

You stop in front of him, the edges of your vision still blurred as you put your hand on his chest. Beneath your palm is an erratic thumping, and you know how much inner turmoil he’s dealing with.

“Chenle,” you murmur. “Help me.”

“Okay, I’ll help. Don’t move.” He untucks your shirt from your skirt, trying his best to avoid skin-to-skin contact with you. Pulling it over your head, he avoids looking down.

He reaches over for the shirt he took out of the drawer, but you grab his wrists, leading both of his hands down to your skirt.

“What are you doing?” he asks. “If you don’t knock it off, I’m gonna tie you up in a very non-sexy way.”

You giggle, wavering a bit on your feet. “Just wanted you to see what I wore for you.”

“(Y/N), I don’t want to leave you like this but I can’t stay if you keep this up. I want you so fucking bad, but I refuse to do this while you’re this drunk.” He shakes his head. “Please.”

“We’ve had drunk sex,” you defend.

“Two things were different then, too. You actually wanted me while you were sober, and we were both equally drunk. I’ve barely had anything to drink.” He brushes your hair behind your ear. “Let me get you dressed so you can get some rest.”

“I do want you when I’m sober,” you continue defiantly.

“(Y/N), I’m not going to argue about this—”

“No, no.” You grab the shirt from him and put it on, almost smiling at the familiarity of wearing his clothes. “I love you. I’ve always loved you, but everything is so confusing.”

“Confusing how?” The guilty look in his eye tells you he already has an idea.

Great. Here comes the part of the night where you cry violently.

Tears well up, and you sniffle. “You hurt me so badly.”

“I know, baby. I’m so sorry.”

“And a part of me knows that.” You’re sure your words are slurred, but he grips onto them like they’re his lifeline. You grip onto his stupid trench coat. “I want to believe it, but I’m so scared it’s gonna happen again, and then all of this is really over. I fucking love you, damn it.”

“I hope you know I love you, too.” His gaze glistens as he furrows his brows. “I’m gonna work so hard to be everything you need. Promise, I’ll never stop trying to be better for you.”

“How do I believe that?” Your voice breaks, and a tear falls down his cheek.

“I…I don’t know. Just let me continue to prove myself. That’s all I ask. We’ll stay just like this until you’re ready.”

You shake him, or try to, in your drunken state while you cry. “Why do I love you? It’d be easier if I didn’t.”

He wraps his arms around you and tugs you to his chest, heart pounding in his chest. For the second time, you break down. For the second time, you’ve put yourself in a position to give him the upper hand.

But for the second time, he doesn’t use it to his advantage.

“It’s okay,” he whispers to you, stroking the back of your head. “Everything’s gonna be okay.”

“What if I’m never ready?” You rock back and forth in his grasp.

“Then I’ll wait forever. I promise you. No matter how you want me in your life, I’ll be there.” He kisses the top of your head, attempting to calm his own breathing. “Baby, you’re drunk. Let’s get you in bed so you can rest.”

“Don’t leave me,” you mutter, holding him tighter.

“I’m not going anywhere. C’mon.”

You listen to him, but before you get beneath your blankets, you slide your skirt down your legs. Once you’re comfortable, he grabs some more clothes for him to change into, and then he’s climbing in next to you, pulling you flush to him and kissing your head again.

“I’ll stay for as long as you want me to.”

‘Forever’ is the last thought on your mind before sleep takes over.

11:48 a.m., October 15th, 2023, your bedroom

The first thing you note when you wake up is the splitting headache raging on in your brain. Next, is the warmth of another body half-draped over you. At the sound of your groan, Chenle shifts back a bit.

“Are you awake?” he asks.

“No.”

He chuckles. “Alright, well let me know when you’re ready to get up.” He pulls you closer again, allowing you to relax against his chest.

“Wait.” You pause. “How long have you been up?”

“Uh.” He ponders on it for a moment, fingers tapping on your back. “I don’t know. Maybe two hours. Or three.”

“You haven’t gotten up yet?” You frown, pushing away from him to force yourself to sit up. Immediately, you groan and smack your hand to your forehead.

“Not sure if you remember much from last night, but I figured it’d probably be worse for you to wake up without me than with me, so I just waited.” He rests his head on his palm, tilting a bit to look at you.

As soon as he mentions it, you curse yourself a thousand times over. You really fucked up, but he’s still here.

“I’m so sorry.” You cringe. “Everything yesterday was so…”

“Don’t be sorry. It was the most fun I’ve had in a long time. And it felt like we had a breakthrough last night, so there’s that.” He grabs your hand, thumb rubbing against your skin. “I told you I’d do whatever it takes and I meant it.”

He meant it.

Unintentionally, you’d given him the biggest test thus far, and he passed with flying colors. He even waited for you to wake up for hours so you wouldn’t be confused or upset by his absence.

“I’m ready.” Your words surprise him, his eyebrows furrowing deeply as he scans over you.

“You…”

“For more. I’m ready for more, Chenle. I want us to be more than friends.” You fidget with your hands. “We’ve always been more than that.”

“And you promise you’re not still drunk?”

You scoff and push his shoulder. “Way to ruin the moment, dick.”

“There she is.” He grins.

“I still want to take it slow,” you clarify. “But I want to try.”

“Is it too fast if I kiss you?” he asks.

You’ve kissed this man thousands of times, but something about his question still makes you blush.

“I think you’ve probably earned it after your torture session last night.” Your headache is long since forgotten when he playfully tugs you to him.

Both of you laugh until he grabs your face and presses his lips to yours. He moves so you’re flat on the mattress, his upper half leaning over you. You melt into his kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling it ever so slightly. His breath shudders, and you feel the urge to push further, to tell him nothing is too fast anymore.

He pulls away, shaking his head. “I’m taking you on a date. Go get ready.”

You go to get up, but halfway through the motion, he tugs you back to him to kiss you one more time. His mouth works gently on yours, and after a few seconds, he lets you go.

8:47 p.m., November 22nd, 2023, Chenle’s house

Chenle’s birthday party ended a little early, mostly of his own choice. You hadn’t planned on anything happening tonight between you two, but it’d been so long since you’d felt pure, absolute bliss just by being next to him. Every day you’ve spent with him has made you two closer. The trust you have for him has grown tremendously, and as soon as you make it back to his house, you shed your coat from your shoulders.

He grabs it from you, hanging it up before he wraps his arms around you. His eyes droop from the overactivity of the day, but it doesn’t erase the smile he has when he sees you. You press a quick kiss to his lips.

“This is the best birthday ever,” he says, hands resting on your hips. “I love you.”

“We still have a few hours of your birthday left. It could go horribly wrong, you know.”

“Yeah, I think it will if you don’t tell me you love me back right now.”

You laugh, shaking your head at him. “I do love you back.”

“Oh, good to know.” He nods, squeezing you.

“Kiss me like you mean it, bighead.”

“That’s my nickname for you, get your own.” He rolls his eyes, but abides by your request.

His lips meet yours, an automatic sigh escaping you as your back arches you closer to him. You hold onto him tightly, swiping your tongue along his bottom lip. He gladly grants you access, but it’s an instant battle for dominance between the two of you.

You barely even recognize him walking you backward until you're against the wall. With a gasp, you pull away from him, his face still centimeters from yours.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispers, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your jawline and down your neck.

“Don’t.” You shake your head. “Don’t stop.”

His curse is muffled by your skin, but his grip tightens on you. He pulls you away from the wall, allowing his hands to venture down to your ass. You whine when he squeezes.

“This is a very bad joke if that’s what’s happening.” He nips your collarbone. “Are you sure?”

You move away from him, grabbing his hand and leading him toward his bedroom. He kicks the door shut behind both of you, immediately pulling you back to him and meeting your mouth with his. The need radiating from him has your stomach doing backflips. You want him just as badly, and all you want to do is pleasure him.

“Lay down, baby.” He sits you down on the edge of the bed, guiding you until he’s kneeling in front of you.

“Chenle, what are you—”

He flips your skirt up, hands trailing along your thighs, skimming the hem of your lace panties.

“You smell so fucking good, baby. Let me taste it. Please.” His eyes flick up to yours, eyebrows raising.

“It’s your birthday.”

“Best fucking birthday meal ever.”

He waits for you to nod before he practically rips the fabric from your body. His head disappears beneath your skirt, and before you know it, his tongue nudges your clit. That’s the only warning you get before he really begins.

He licks up your entrance, lapping at it like a man starved. You haven’t been touched this way in months, and it takes all of your self control not to buck your hips up against his face. The sound of your wetness fills the room, the heat making you squirm beneath him. Your skirt covers him, when all you want to do is see how much he’s enjoying himself. Fisting the sheets, you whine and cry out for him, rocking back and forth as he brings you closer and closer. Lewd sounds are muffled by the clothing you still wear, the suction between your legs making you shake.

“Fuck,” you whimper.

The next thing you know, two of his fingers slide inside you, the movement quick and easy with the way your wetness slicks even the skin of your thighs.

“Gonna make you cum like this first.” He kisses your clit as he pumps his hand faster. “Then over and over again on my cock.”

You let out a breathy moan, bucking your hips up and grinding on his tongue. He mirrors the sound with his lips on your core, and that’s what’s enough to finally push you over the edge. Thankfully, you’re not in an apartment right now, otherwise your neighbors would be getting a free show when you scream out his name as you finish.

You squirm under him, the only thing holding you down is the dig of his nails into your thighs. When he pulls away, his face shines with your arousal, and your insides clench down all over again. You’ve never wanted him inside you as much as you do right now, and you make it your mission to get him on the bed.

“God, pretty girl, I wanted our first time together to be sweet, but I’ve never wanted to fuck you this bad.” He pulls your shirt over your head, pushing you back until you’re flat on his mattress. He tugs your skirt down, grabbing handfuls of your breasts and squeezing.

“Me too.” You nod. “Just don’t stop.”

He pulls his shirt off, pushing his jeans and boxers down in one go before he climbs over you. Your mouths clash messily, his teeth bumping yours, but it does nothing except add to the aching need you have for him. When he situates himself between your legs, you wrap them around his waist and roll until you’re on top.

You reach down and wrap your hand around his cock, jerking him slowly. He groans quietly, thrusting into your hand. You rub the tip along your entrance to gather your juices.

“I’m not gonna last long with you on top of me,” he admits.

“Funny that you think you’re only gonna cum once tonight.” You barely give him time to process your words before you sink down on him. Moaning, you take him slowly, relishing in the stretch of your walls.

“Fuck, look at you.” He scratches down your thighs. 

You give yourself a moment to adjust once he’s fully sheathed in your hole, moving your hands up to squeeze your breasts and tweak your nipples as you grind down. Sounds spill past your lips, and you almost get lost in your own pleasure. When you see Chenle, his eyes are barely open, dark with lust as he thrusts up.

Your walls throb around him, squeezing his cock so hard you feel the way he pulses inside you. Arching your back and resting your palms on his thighs, you start moving on top of him. 

“So wet,” he whispers. “You’re soaking me.”

You move faster, the sounds of your arousal emanating around the room. Chenle’s hands find your breasts, flicking your nipples much like you’d done to yourself. Then he reaches between your legs, the arch of your body giving him perfect access to your clit.

“‘M gonna cum.” He drops his head back on the bed, thumb faltering against your sensitive bud. “Fuck, fuck.”

A loud moan escapes him, and the next thing you know, he’s coating your insides with his release. 

“Damn it,” he whispers. “‘M sorry, baby, I tried to hold it back.”

You put your hands on his chest, rolling your hips until he groans from the overstimulation.

“It’s okay.” You grin at him. “It’s your birthday, Le. We can have as many rounds as you want. Plenty of time to redeem yourself.”

He chuckles breathlessly, sitting up to pull you into his embrace. Kissing all over your face, he rolls you over so you’re on your back before sliding out of you.

“You asked for this,” he reminds you. “Don’t forget that later when you’ve finished so many times you don’t even remember your name.”

He meant it, too.

9:18 p.m., November 22nd, 2023

The chill of the ice cube in his mouth trailing down your body, over your breasts, even the brief few seconds he presses it against your clit, has your body shuddering at the slightest touch. The melted water left behind has goosebumps forming on your skin as he worships your body.

Thin black fabric covers your eyes, leaving every touch of his a mystery to you. The coldness is a drastic contrast to the heat of your core, and the ice cube coming in contact almost has you yelping in pain. His fingers slide back inside you, and you swear you’re slowly losing your mind. You can’t stop moaning, each sound surely making him more than proud of himself.

It’s not long before you’re writhing beneath him all over again, your arousal pouring out over the sheets as he brings you to your euphoria.

9:28 p.m., November 22nd, 2023

“That’s it, pretty girl, take it all,” he hums as you take him in your mouth. You sit on your knees beside the bed where he sits, bobbing your head up and down with the assistance of the makeshift ponytail he grips in his fist.

He hisses as he pushes you down further until his cock is seated deep in your throat, the constriction of it making him bite his lip to stop the sounds. The steady pace he sets for you has tears forming in your eyes, the choking amplifying his pleasure.

“So, so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” He tugs your hair to make you moan around him. “Taking me like a good girl. I love you, pretty.”

His eyes roll back, and he quickly pulls you off him, your hollowed cheeks making a popping sound.

“Lay down, baby,” he instructs you.

10:01 p.m., November 22nd, 2023

His chest slides against yours, low, quiet moans escaping both of you as he finally makes love to you like he wanted to in the first place. Your fingers are intertwined together as his hips meet yours over and over again, sweet words whispered in your ear.

He pushes in completely, his tip kissing your cervix, and a tiny yelp escapes your lips.

“You like when I’m so deep, don’t you?” He nips your ear. “You’ll never be empty again. Can fill you with my cock whenever you want.”

“Chenle,” you whimper, your mind cloudy from however many orgasms he’s given you. You’re much too sensitive, but you still don’t want it to stop.

Your body is caked with sweat, but his is worse. His hair clings to his forehead, wet strands not a deterrence to the way he keeps thrusting into your still sopping cunt. This is what heaven feels like—the pleasure delivered to you by Chenle is peak. You’ll never feel like this with anyone but him.

His finger rubs circles on your clit, and as you shatter around him, it brings him to his end as well, filling you up for the second time tonight. By the look in his eyes, you know it won’t be the last.

11:59 p.m., November 22nd, 2023

Your body aches, but the last thing you want is for him to stop. He holds you close to his chest despite the unbearable heat between you two, hips lazily moving as he grips onto your leg wrapped around his waist.

Your moans have turned into quiet sighs of pleasure, your insides melted into practically nothing with the amount of times he’s finished in you. Nothing matters anymore, just you and him and the way your bodies stick together.

His lips lock with yours, and his movements stop altogether as he gently kisses you. Eventually, that stops too, leaving his mouth resting on yours, as your tired gazes meet.

“I love you,” he whispers. “More than you know.”

“I love you, too,” you tell him, giving him one last kiss.

Exhaustion creeps upon both of you, too tired to move any further as you bury your head in his chest.

“Best birthday ever,” he murmurs.

“You already said that.”

“It got even better, so.”

Everything about this feels right. You curled up in his chest, and despite him still inside you, you’ve never felt more comfortable than you do right now.

And in the morning, Chenle wakes you up with kisses all over your face, and everything within the world is right.

[broz0neglitters]

Just Shut up & drive 🌌🥏🌃🏙

John Dory x fem reader on a road trip Smut/NSFW

Warning: Smut, smoking cigarette, Masturbation , Sex toy

-John and you wanted to get away from trolls village so he offer to take you on a nice road trip so where ever rhonda takes you both you both will happily go there

-He loves holding your hands while watching the road sites

-His hands will me on your boobs or on your cunt

-He's mostly on autopilot so he could cuddle w you

-He's would gives you hints that he wants to fuck you

-He and you would smoke cigarettes to get in the mood

-He wants you to sit on his lap even while smoking a cigarette

-John dory would often put Rhonda on autopilot mode just so he can have a smoke break he out of all his brothers smoke cigarettes he too old for joints/vape nowadays

-Even if he try vaping/joints that dude can't handle it his brother would make fun of him for that

-I know for sure that bruce quit smoking because he's a father now and he doesn’t want his kids to copy him but that's for another headcanon....

-Anyways, since this is just a one driver seat is not like your traditional car so you would have to sit on the back meaning the couch while he's drive Rhonda

-He once let you drive Rhonda but she wasn’t used to to you driving her so she crash into the tree john got so worry he ask if Rhonda was alright instead of you he saw you sitting there with your arm cross....

-While he was driving you were just sitting there watching the view but you noticed john stroking his big cock while grunting your name out

-His cock is huge so good luck trying to walk

-Can You handle it? Maybe not FIY He's rough!!

-You stop what ever you were doing as you saw him stroking to a picture of you "John?" you called

-As He jumped and turns around and saw you standing here with both of your hands on your hips

"Babe, is not what it looks like, well maybe it is I've been horny and despite for you to stroke my cock." John said looking at you with a horny smirk look on his face

-You rolled your eyes at him as he put Rhonda in autopilot once again as you got down to your knees as you began to suck him off with him holding your hair sooner he'll face fuck you til his cums fills your mouth and is cum is all over your face

-John keeps a box full of your sex toys mostly your vibrator so he would ask you to use your vibrator while he jerks off to your moans and cries begging him to put his cock inside you

-He will get back to driving he wants to hear your moan while he's driving and rubbing his cock to your cries and moans

-As you turn on the vibrator, You get to control the speed that's a good thing right?

"I better, hear that moan and cries I know you want me inside you." John said rubbing his cock faster while driving

-Once that vibrator hit your sweet spot you couldn't help but to moan out john name it turns him on when you moan out his name

"Fuck! john I need you inside of me sooo badly!" You said moaning and crying out for his name while the vibrator is still teasing your clit

-As john grab you (he will man handle you for sure) he sat you on his hard wet cock as he pound you super hard even while driving he will look over your shoulder to see the road while still fucking you super hard and you were crying and moaning begging him to take it slow

-You moan is super loud which makes him even go in deeper and a bit faster til you cum or til it hits your sweet spot

-He will for sure dominated you no matter what

-Cockwarming while he's driving is a must for him he wants to see how long you can keep it in without moaning once you start moving he will thrust you like there's no tomorrow

"You like what you feel baby, you're such a little slut couldn't even hold it in while daddy is driving." He said bitting your ears softly

"I can't hold it in anymore john dory I need you so badly." You said moaning and trying not to move

-His cum is thick and super milky like really milky

-He likes to cum all over you even inside of you

-He like you watch you pleasure yourself he wants you to finger yourself for him since he's busy driving

-He would do it for you aswell he's a rough finger fucker

-After you guys finish doing your deeds inside Rhonda your legs is numb so you would be resting on the couch while john drive, He wants to go again so he look at you from the rear view mirrors and gave you a smirk on his face but you glare at him...

"How about round two huh baby?" He asked smriking

"Just Shut Up & Drive John Dory!" You said angrily....

-Your leg is super numb from him nearly tearing you apart you don't know if you still can enjoy the road tip or even walk all thanks to square head....

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Anyways, I hoped you enjoyed it anyways fill free to request me at anytime :^) *it might take a while to get back to you as I mentioned before I would just write it on my own without any requests plus I've school and real life stuff so be patient with your request your requested are heard loud and clear <3 ---------------- Like and Follow are very much appreciated! 🩵

[icarus-star]

Hi its uhm me, could I please just have some FLUFF for Charlie. As an asexual I'm crying. No fluff of this man, please fix

Lots of love- Roran

fluffy relationship headcanons for charlie walker :3

a/n: tysm for the request, roran!! i 100% agree with you on there not being enough fluff for him, he's so squeezable. also, big warning for super ooc headcanons :P

he absolutely loves physical touch!!

he'll always be holding your hand when your out somewhere together, but still too shy for anything more than that

he likes taking you to the movie theater, even if there arent any scary movies he wants to see

he goes just because he likes being there, it's his favorite place (and because he goes so often, he ain't got money for anything else lmfao 💔)

like, imagine deciding to go see the barbie movie bc there isn't really anything that he finds worth seeing,,, then some hours later y'all are leaving the theater n he's trying to act like he didn't like it

if you do see a movie together that neither of you end up liking, he'll whisper to you n try to get a couple sneaky kisses :3

and then y'all will bail on watching the movie and sit in his car in the parking lot contemplating why you decided to even see such a boring film

also movie nights at his house!!

sitting on his bed together, cuddled up underneath a blanket with some snacks n a movie playing on his laptop or something like that

he. really seems like a hot chocolate enjoyer, always has some on hand no matter what

more specifically, pumpkin spice flavored hot chocolate (please try it if you ever get the chance, it's so good)

he's a big halloween fan in general, cause of the horror movies and the entire idea of it. so anything reminiscent of autumn makes him happy

candy corn eater.

omg, when you two are alone, he will NOT take his hands off you!!

always trying to cuddle or kiss you, no matter what your doing

you could be working on something super important for school or whatever, and he would just be there, scooping you into his lap and resting his chin on your shoulder

bro does not care about being the big spoon or little spoon, just wants to be able to feel you

and either way, if you end up falling asleep, your just gonna be each other's blankets by the time you wakeup 🤷‍♂️

your limbs are legit knotted together

also, if your the type to get even a little scared after watching a horror movie, he will hug you so close n tight and let you know that nothings gonna happen and all that and it's so sweet 😭💕

he loooves when you run your fingers through his hair, especially if you let him lay his head on your thighs or chest

it makes him feel so comfy and safe

weezer is his top played artist on Spotify, i will never change my opinion on that. he's literally weezers number one fan

but probably also anything that would classify him as an absolute loser <3 (because he is)

sorry, but he probably reeks of axe body spray and red bulls 😖

but he's def the type to dance around with you to whatever music and just mess around together!!

a/n: im not good with writing fluff yet 😔 hope this was good <3

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

Eddie Disappears

Okay so after venca and all that is over. Like TOTALLY over. Everyone is settling back down. Max is healing. She can see a bit but not great. Can't really walk very far without needing help. Basically everyone is traumatized as fuck. But Eddie keeps having night terrors. So bad that Max can hear him sometimes at night from her trailer.

And then one day, Steve and Dustin stop by Eddie's to get some dnd things dustin left there, and the trailer is cleaned out, all of Wayne and Eddie's stuff is gone. But there's a box in the living room with Dustin's dnd stuff, and a few extra things. But Eddie and Wayne are gone. Without a word. Dustin and the gang try to figure out what happened, for awhile, but they eventually give up. Just decide that Wayne took Eddie away from the town that broke him.

Two years later, Dustin is flipping through one of the books Eddie had left for him and a peice of paper falls out of it, he'd somehow never seen it before, picks it up, and it's covered in Eddie’s hand writing. It's a goodbye note. And it tells Dustin they were right, that Wayne took him away. But it also tells him goodbye. And that he'll miss him. And, at the very bottom, there's a phone number.

Dustin’s stomach drops. He runs for the phone. Calls the number. It rings out. So he calls again. And again. And eventually, someone answers. It's not Eddie. But Dustin asks if they know him? They say no. So he asks if they know Wayne. And they say,

"wayne munson? Oh yeah. Eddie must be his boys name. What can i do for you?" And so Dustin leaves his name and number. Tells them to tell Eddie he can call ANY TIME.

They say they'll pass on the message. That it might take awhile cuz they don't see Wayne everyday. Dustin says it's fine. But he's on edge for almost a week. Doesn't go hang with anyone. Max and Steve come to his house and wait with him. The others all coming and going as well. And then one day, El's on the couch, laying with her head in Max's lap, but she sits up suddenly, Max and Lucas are both like,

"what is it babe?" And she just looks at the phone, whispers,

"Eddie." and then the phone rings.

Dustin launches himself at it. Steve catches him when he stumbles at one point says,

"be careful. Jesus" but he sounds on edge. Dustin grabs the phone almost screams into it,

"Eddie!?!" There's a beat before he hears.

"Hey Henderson. How're things?" And his voice is quiet, not like the Eddie Dustin remembers but he almost immediately starts crying into the phone, lets out a sobbing ramble about how he hadn't found the letter til just now. He would have called sooner. He doesn't know how he missed it. He'd looked through that book so many times over the years. And he can't catch his breath at one point so Lucas takes the phone, and he's crying too when he says hi to Eddie. And he's like,

"hey kid. How's the sports career? You make it big yet?" And Lucas laughs, his head on d

Dustins shoulder as Steve does his best to calm him down. And Eddie hears Steve's voice, plays it cool when he says,

"Steve there too? Is the whole fucking party there? Jesus." But Lucas is like,

"not all of us today. But El and Max are here too. Oh hang on, Max wants to talk to you!" And he sounds so happy before he hands the phone over and she's like,

"hey asshole. Where the fuck have you been?" And that's what breaks Eddie. He starts crying, but he laughs too. Because he misses them all, so fucking much. And he ends up back on the phone with Dustin, telling him it's okay. He misses him too. And d

Dustin sniffles out,

"Even Steve?" Trying to make a joke, not knowing how it pulls at Eddie's chest. But he just laughs into the phone and says,

"yeah. Even steve." And they talk for a bit. Eddie being kind of evasive about where he is. But he tells Dustin he still plays music, not with a band. But that he works on cars too. Fixes things. Tells Dustin how it makes him feel useful. Dustin of course tells him he's always been useful. And then Dustin hears Wayne's voice in the background, asking who he's talking too. Tells him to tell the kids hi when he hears who it is, but that they have to go. So he says goodbye. Tells him he'll call when he can.

But a few months later Eddie tells him he wont be able to call anymore. That some... stuff. Is happening. He sounds tired. Exhausted. And Dustin just wants to see him. But he doesn't even know where Eddie IS. and Eddie just kind of, sighs defeatedly, and is like,

"I wish I could tell you more man. I just- I need you to know I'm okay. And I'll contact you when I can. I'll send a post card or something." He huffs a laugh, Dustin laughs too but he's crying again. Steve puts his hand on his shoulder. Because he's there everytime eddie calls. Says its for Dustin.

But he can hear Eddie on the phone sometimes, and he's never talked to him, not once, but he wants too. He's just not brave enough, not sure what he'd even say. So he's just there for Dustin and that's enough. He tells himself it is at least. And Dustin hangs up and he's crying and Steve just holds him through it. And wishes he'd been brave enough to talk to Eddie. To ask him where the hell he is? And if he could bring the kids to see him. Or just come see him himself. But he hadn't been.

It takes three more years for Dustin to hear from Eddie again. He gets a post card. From Indianapolis. It's just a picture of the city, Eddie's drawn a little stick figure of himself on it. There's no return address. But he says he misses them all, so much, (yes. Even s

Steve). And that he's sorry its been so long. Dustin cries again of course. His mom had mailed the post card to him at college. Just forwarded it on.

He calls Steve. Tells him about it. And Steve drives up to his campus to see it. Dustin watches the way he moves his thumb over his name on the card. His brow crinkles as he watches Steve and it finally clicks. Steve moves to hand it back and dustin just holds his hand up, says,

"you keep it." And Steve tries to argue but d

Dustin gives him this LOOK. so Steve keeps it. Tucks it into his pocket gently. And pins it to the bulletin board in his room when he gets home to his and Robin's apartment.

They move into the city about 4 months later. He and Robin. The kids are finishing up college. Steve had somehow found out that he could blow glass. Like... really well. It's hot, and it's hard work, and it takes so much focus, and Steve fucking loves it. He can make all kind of things. But he's gotten very good at making dragons. Dustin bought his first one from him, was obsessed with it. And had earnestly told him that Eddie would have fucking loved it.

So Steve bends glass into magical weird little creatures. Takes commissions from all the kids, but mostly Will. Will draws designs for him and Steve just pushes and pulls at hot glass until they come to life.

Robin does... so many things. She's a for hire translator, which keeps her moving around the city and keeps her brain moving. She's learned 4 more languages since Scoops and is learning another one. She has like, 3 other jobs too, one working with Nancy, Nancy is a journalist, Robin helps her hunt down stories and get to the truth. Steve's pretty sure they're falling in love, is so happy for them.

He's not really dating anymore. He'd gone out with a few guys after Eddie left. All of them looking a bit too much like Eddie for comfort. Robin had the good grace to only comment on the 3rd one. And she's right. But none of them make Steve feel right. and the girls he's dated here and then don't either. So he just keeps to himself. Lives his life with his friends and he's happier than he's been in ages. 

But he still misses eddie. He touches the post card everytime he leaves his room in the morning and hopes Eddie is doing okay. That he's happy.

And then one day, maybe a year later, Steve goes to get coffee at this weird place he and Robin had found one day wandering the city. It's a cafeteria type place, huge, it's the whole lower level of a building around the corner from their place. It has cheap food, but it's good. and they have the best coffee Steve's ever had in his life. He's waiting in line, there's maybe five people in front of him.

It's a Saturday, so he doesn't have work, he's in no rush. And then his eyes land on a guy waiting for his coffee on the other side of the room, he's facing the door. So Steve can't see his face. But he's got longer hair, it's pulled back into two small buns near his ears, he turns a bit and Steve can see he's got bangs. His heart flutters a bit, so he looks away.

Cuz it can't be him. Its never him. No matter how much Steve wants it to be. Two people left in front of him, Steve's staring at the menu, pretending to read through it for the sixth time when he hears it.

"Eddie! Black coffee two sugars! For Eddie!" Steve freezes. Turns. Watches the guy he'd seen move foward, watches him reach out for his coffee, and almost fucking screams. His throat tightens, and he holds in a goddamn whine when he sees the rings on the guys fingers. The hair could be a coincidence, but not the rings. The guy nods at the girl who hands him his coffee and turns to the door.

And that's when Steve sees what he's wearing. A jean vest, over a red and black stripped hoodie, the vest has a large Dio patch on the back. It's a little more worn since Steve had last seen it, and there are new patches. He watches Eddie pull his hood up and duck out the far exit. Steve chokes, pushes his glasses up his nose, and starts running.

He dodges a few people carring food, calls out several sorry's over his shoulder before hurtling into the door, and then through it. The early morning sun is blinding as Steve looks from side to side, his eyes searching for the red and black stipes. He spots them to the left just as they disappear around the corner.

"Eddie." He'd meant to yell. But it comes out a breathy whisper so he starts running again.

"Eddie!" He tries again, gets it out. He rounds the corner, hears a little "huh?" Before he collides with the man. His coffee goes flying, Steve and the guy both reach for it but it's gone, over their heads. It hits the pavement and the cup explodes, sending coffee all over the street. Steve stares at it. And then hears,

"Steve?" Breathed out next to him. His name, and Eddie's voice, pull him back to what was happening. Steve turns, and finds Eddie, staring at him. His big brown eyes blinking at him owlishly. Steve is panting, from chasing him. He sees Eddie's hands shaking at his side and decides,

"fuck it" he whispers it and grabs Eddie. Pulling him into a tight hug. Eddie immediately hugs him back. His hands fisting in the back of Steve's fucking yellow sweater. Because of course he'd be wearing that one today. He thinks he hears Eddie sob into his shoulder, moves his hand to Eddie's neck, trying to sooth him.

"It's okay. Shh... I've got you." And Eddie laughs then, snorts into his shoulder and pulls back, but his hands on Steve, his fucking hands burning Steve where they sit on his hips.

"What?" Steve asks, his thumb rubbing at Eddie's neck, probably more intimate than it should have been, especially after all this time. Eddie just smiles. Shakes his head. And says.

"You uh ... you kind of always have." Steve frowns. So Eddie elaborates.

"Had me. I mean. You've had me." He seems breathless. And his eyes widen and then drop to the ground, he pulls his hands away from Steve's waist.

"Sorry. That was- sorry." He frowns, rubs at the back of his neck. Steve just smiles, moves into the space Eddie had put between them. He moves his hands to Eddie's waist. Pulls him closer again. Eddie's eyes snap to him, glued to Steve's face.

"You've had me too." Steve says, giving Eddie’s sides a squeeze, making him squirm away and laugh, it bursts out of him as he shoves Steve's hands away. Steve grabs him and pulls him closer again.

"Can I buy you a new coffee?" Steve asks, his cheeks heating up. Eddie smiles, bites his lip, and nods.

Eddie holds his arm out, Steve snorts and curls his arm around Eddie's as they walk back to the cafeteria. They sit and talk for hours, Eddie tells him where he's been. In and out of hospitals. His mental health growing and slipping for years. They'd had to shave his head, for all the scans and procedures and all that bullshit. Steve tells him it looks like its growing back nicely. Eddie smooths his hands over his bangs nervously. Tells Steve thanks, that he's doing better now. A lot better. Steve asks if he lives close. And eddie says,

"oh yeah, just right around the corner. On Park." And steve nearly chokes on his coffee.

"Park? Like Park and 5th?" Steve asks. And Eddie narrows his eyes at him and is like,

"Yeeeeess? Why?" And Steve says,

"Me and Rob live on park and 5th." And eddie sits back in his chair, scoffs a,

"fuck off. What building?" And Steve's like,

"702." And Eddie cackles and says,

"We're in 703!" And Steve laughs before it registers. He sobers, tries to play it cool like,

"oh! Uh..we?" And Eddie misses Steve's reaction, still laughing, just gives him an easy,

"Me and Wayne yeah!" And Steve's heart flutters again, and he lets it this time, because it's Eddie. Eddie fucking Munson is sitting in front of him. Eddie asks about the kids and Steve is like,

"oh fuck! I have to call Dustin!" And Eddie laughs but says,

"I have a better idea."

Eddie kisses him three hours laters. Breathes sorry's into his mouth as Steve gently takes his hair down and moves his fingers through it. Steve tells him he has nothing to apologize for.

They sit on Steve's couch, gentle kisses and touches passing betwern them until Robin gets home and loses her shit. They call the kids and arrange a dinner for Sunday night. Robin tells them they all have to act nice when they meet Steve's new guy. She tells them he's pretty serious about the guy, winking at the boys as they sit on the couch, cuddled close together.

The dinner is nuts. Everyone cries. Dustin doesn't let go of Eddie almost the whole night. Max fucking bites Eddie. And all he does is laugh. Lucas is a quiet crier, but Steve had seen Eddie follow him outside at one point and they'd been smiling when they came back in, Eddie's arm around his shoulder awkwardly, because Lucas was... quite a bit taller than him now.

Eddie brings Steve by his apartment to see Wayne. When Eddie tells him Steve and Robin live right across the fucking street Wayne just laughs, shakes his head. He sees the way Steve and Eddie look at each other, the way their hands are locked together. He puts his hand on Eddie's cheek and says,

"Funny how things work out isnt it?" And winks at him before leaving for work. Always working the night shift. Eddie smiles after him and then leans into Steve. They spend the night together, holding hands and kissing as they cuddle in Eddie's bed.

And in the morning, the sun falls in through the window and lands on something shiny, it draws Steve's attention from Eddie's face to his dresser. The sun illuminating a bright yellow glass dragon. A dragon that Steve had made three months ago while thinking about Eddie, and the stories Dustin had told him about their dnd sessions. He'd made it for Eddie. Thinking about him the whole time. It was a goddamn masterpiece. It had been sold by the time Steve came into the shop the next day.

Steve's heart pounds in his chest, his skin heating up like it does when he was at work, around the furnaces, knowing the dragon ended up where it was meant to be. He feels Eddie's fingers curl into his shirt. Looks back to him and receives a sleepy smile and a finger to his forehead.

"Why ya frownin?" He slurs, moving his hand down Steve's cheek, his thumb moving softly over Steve's cheekbone. Steve just smiles, cuddles further into Eddie and shakes his head before curling into Eddie's side, shoving his face into his neck and saying,

"it's just funny how things work out sometimes." Eddie chuckles, holds him close, soothes his hands over Steve's back and kisses his temple.

"Fucking hilarious" he whispers, digging his fingers into Steve's ribs, making him squawk as he flails backwards, Eddie chasing him, rolling over on top of him, grabbing his wrists deftly before Steve can retaliate with tickles of his own.

Eddie smiles down at him, his hair falling into his face, and Steve thinks he's finally found it. The place he'd been looking for. The one thing he'd  been missing. It had been Eddie the entire time. He was pretty sure he knew that. But it felt really good to be right for once.

Partial Eddie POV

So basically, Wayne took him away from h

Hawkins cuz he was having horrific night terrors. To the point that he was afraid to sleep. So he took him away. Took him to some specialists. He stayed in multiple mental health facilities, good ones, Wayne made sure of it. Didnt want Eddie any more traumatized than need be.

But it was the 80s. So the treatments were still rough. They did light electo therapy. Like, the smallest possible levels. Hence the hair shaving. For safety. They did brain scans and brain probes, more reasons for the shaving. And they poked and proded at his brain until he could finally finally sleep. And then he was released. Talked to Dustin on the phone.

But he started having relapses. He'd wake up in the middle of the night in random places. From sleep walking. And one night Wayne finds Eddie on the roof. And Eddie himself isn't sure if he was awake or not when he climbed up there, but he hadn't immediately gotten down. And that was obviously not good. So wayne takes him back to the hospital. And they start the tests again.

Eddie cries every night. He just wants to go home. To Wayne. To his friends. But he can't. It's too much for him to handle mentally. So there's lots of testing. More scans. And then they get him on a steady dose of meds, they monitor him on site for awhile, just to be sure the side effects don't hurt him more than they help. And for once, they don't.

Eddie feels good. But he can't play in front of people. Can't stand that many people looking at him now. His anxiety spikes and all his brain shows him are people accusing him of murder, yelling horrible things at him. He can play for small groups. And kids. And he's testing a guitar one day in the shop he's a regular in now, when a bunch of kids are there. And one of them, without a parent, tugs on his arm and sits next to him, big brown eyes looking up at him and he says,

"you're good at that. Can you teach me how?" His little hands reaching for the guitar. And Eddie's stomach swoops a little, nerves tingling. But he hands the guitar to the little boy, the little boy with eyes that remind of him of Steve's, and finds that he can. He can teach him. And either the kid is natural, or Eddie's a great teacher. Eddie thinks its probably a mix of both. But the older lady who owns the shop watches him, and watches a few more kids run up and ask too.

And Eddie just, shows them things, answers their questions. And when they all leave, the lady comes over, drops her hand gently on his shoulder and says,

"You're good with them." And Eddie blushes, mumbles a thanks as he packs up his guitar. And then she hands him something. A business card. She smiles as he takes it and flips it in his fingers, says,

"it's a small music school. They may not be able to pay as much as one of them fancy places. But they could use you. And maybe you could use them?" She gives him this look.

It's a look Eddie is used too, one Wayne has all the time. He thinks maybe everyone gets that look when they reach a certain age. Like the years in their life mount up and give them some kind of wisdom, and maybe a second sight, that they see things younger people don't. They see happiness, and sadness, pain and ways to relieve it.

Eddie thanks her, tucks the card in his pocket, and gives them a call two days later.

They hire him after his first interview. The kids love him. And the teachers are all in awe of the way he gets the kids to focus. He plays metal for the kids, and they all giggle when he head bangs for them. Tuesdays and Friday's are free request days. So the kids pick the music and Eddie teaches them what he hears.

The night terrors don't come back. He dreams about music now. Again. And his kids. The new and the old. And he dreams about Steve. Dreams about teaching him to play guitar.

And then one Saturday he hears his name, yelled out desperately behind him, so he turns and finds himself with a chest full of Steve fucking Harrington. A Steve wearing glasses and a bright yellow sweater. And his coffee is all over the street, but Steve had grabbed him, and Eddie had grabbed him back, and Eddie never wants to let him go.

[meguvmii]

I still want you.

Chapter 1

⤿ Satoru Gojou x reader

Falling in love with the Satoru Gojou wasnt an easy task. You truly love him but will this come to an end?

Warning/ tags; angst, profanity, smoking, cursing, smut, cheating.

Genre; angst, cheating, infidelity, jjk, Gojou x reader

Notes: the tag-list is open if you’d like to be mentioned everytime i update just send me a message.

master-list ⤏ chapter 2

you knew it would eventually come to this.

"Saturo where are you?" Gripping the phone you waited for one of his excuses again. This wasn't the first time he missed your sons birthday party. The first time you let it go because his excuse was working late but now this is the third time he's done this. "Listen, im on my way to the house im passing by to get his cake okay. Just trust me i swear," Panting, you could hear him slamming a door and run towards his car. "Really Satoru?! i asked you to buy the cake 3 hours ago!!" It was evident you were starting to get mad, pissed to be exact. Not only did you ask him to buy the cake, it was already starting to get late.

Your son was sitting down next to you playing with some of the toys you had bought him for his last birthday. Of course because he was only 4 years old he didn't know what was going on. He expected his daddy to come home and shower him in kisses and hugs telling him happy birthday and how much he loved him. "mommy...when is daddy coming? I want to sleep," Rubbing his eyes he laid his head on your lap. Slowly caressing his hair you smiled at him "Soon baby, he'll be here soon... Why don't you take a nap while we wait?" Smiling at him you waited for his response. He flickered his beautiful long eyelashes nodding his head as you pulled him closer to you. "See? Even your own son is tired of waiting for you. Get home now." Was the last thing you said before hanging up.

You gently grabbed the blanket that was next to you, placing it on top of your son so he wouldn't get cold. sighing you gently moved his head from your lap onto a pillow. God who knew how much Satoru would forget about your son. Not only did he suggest on having a child and being there to always support you... What a liar. Your footsteps echoed in the silent apartment. The floor was cold, wind blowing from the windows. Geez, after everything you still loved Satoru. You grabbed a cigarette from your drawer, walking towards the balcony you lit the cigar. You really didn't like smoking at all but for some reason it set you at ease.

Trying to control your anger you just stared at the sky. Watching how the stars shined and how beautiful the moon was. The way the bird chirped or the way the car sounded when it passed by the apartment. You lived in a luxurious apartment. 3 story with 3 bedrooms and 4 restrooms. Like they usually say money can't buy happiness.

Letting another puff of smoke emit from your mouth you hanged your head low. Slowly blinking you started to cry. Life was certainly not going your way. Your husband never being home, your child never having a good childhood without hearing his parents fight. You even considered sending him with your parents for a while but Satoru didn't like the idea at all. You truly loved Satoru with all your heart. Being highschool sweethearts until now. Were we to young? was it because I was pregnant? is that why he decided to marry me.. shaking your head you kept on reassuring yourself that wasn't the case.

You were only 18 when you got pregnant. Straight out of highschool you found out you were pregnant. Telling Satoru was the only good memory you had left. The way his eyes shined when you told him. Him jumping with joy and excitement to have a child. As soon as the word spread he swore to take care of you and your child no matter what. Swearing that he would marry you as soon as he could.

Throwing the small cigar you walked back into the living room, grabbing a pack of gum and chewing it so your son wouldn't smell the intoxicating smell of cigarettes. Your eyes slowly shifted to the picture to your right. A picture of you and Satoru after getting married. Both of you smiling, you could almost remember how happy you were. Suddenly the door opened, Satoru was holding some flowers and a small cake on the other hand. Smiling he entered. "Im sorry im so late" His eyes shifted to the kitchen seeing the plate of food you left for him and then back to you. "Okay, im going to wake sumire up." You paid no attention to the flowers he got you.

He got sunflowers.. sunflowers the one flower you hated because you would always get a puffy face when you were near them. He didn't even remember your favorite flower. Even though you named your own child the flowers name.

Wiping a tear you gently woke up sumire. "Honey, your dad is here. Cmon go say hi," patting his back you lifted him up. He rubbed his eyes before wrapping his tiny arms around your neck. "Daddy!!" you placed sumire down before he ran towards Satoru. "I missed you so much daddy!! Mommy was so sad when you weren't here for the party..." Hugging Satoru he told him all about the party. You grabbed the cake from Satoru placing down in the counter. "Satoru can you get the candles from the cabinet please." He looked at you with sad eyes. You could obviously tell he was sorry but you didn't want to accept his apology.

"Happy birthday to you...Happy birthday dear sumire...Happy birthday to you!" Smiling you kissed his cheek. He giggled kissing you back on the cheek. "Mommy can i open my gifts now!!" kicking his feet he impatiently moved around. Looking at satoru you signaled him to get the gifts from your room. "Yes honey, you may." You quickly fixed his hair before Satoru came back.

You truly adored your son, he was beautiful. His beautiful blue eyes he got from Satoru and your H/C hair. The way it matched so perfectly made him look ethereal. He didnt even look real, you already imagined yourself old and him having his own little family. Smiling you gave him one last kiss and waited for Satoru to come back. Speaking of the devil he was walking towards you right now. "Alright pick which one you want to open first." Two big presents where laid on the counter.

"Satoru don't lie to me why were you late again?" sumire was sleeping soundly in his room, standing next to your bed you waited for him to answer. "Listen i don't want to do this right now.." He said avoiding eye contact. Shaking your head you let out a laugh "You dont want to do this? neither do i, but then how are we going to fix this? how are we supposed to fix us."

Shaking your head, tears started to build up. breathing heavily you looked at him with anger, sadness, and disappointment. "You know how many times i have to pretend im okay. Do you know how many times i have to tell sumire you're working hard for us, that you still love him?" Satoru got up trying to grab you, you pushed his hand away. "im sorry." he said looking at how destroyed you were. Watching how your mascara stained your cheeks, how your lipstick was smudged from the side. "i hate you." yelling at him he grabbed you. Pulling you into him, his grip getting stronger by the second.

"I know you don't mean that Y/N." he wrapped his arms around your waist. Your eyes flashing with anger, you started hitting his chest. "Let me go Satoru" you kept on trying to get his hands off but he wouldn't let go. "Im not going to let you go until you calm down Y/N" His eyes met yours, seeing how he had no reaction to this made you fill with rage. what the actual fuck? was he really not even moved by what you said? "How do you just stand there not doing anything not feeling anything for me? while i cry my ass out begging you to act like a father not for me but for our child.

Hitting his chest repeatedly you assumed he would lose his grip on you. "Just got to sleep Y/N you're tired." He clutched your chin and stared into your eyes. His hair was messy, and his eyes had no emotion. He was tired, but so were you. You began to cry, hiding your face from your husband who just stared. It sucked being the only one who cared about this marriage. “Im sorry.” He leaned in slowly to kiss your forehead caressing your face while he frowned at you. Satoru truly felt sorry but not for this situation.

“Hey, I'll make it up to you.” He leaned into you and kissed you gently. Despite the passionate kiss, you felt nothing towards it. You usually get butterflies when Satoru kisses you this way. When he kissed, he usually did so in a rough and sensual way. Nowadays, you and Satoru rarely even kiss. You would always find him randomly approaching you and letting you know he "missed you" with a small peck on the lips or even a full makeout session behind the gym. You really missed the way his soft lips felt against yours. Every once in a while, he would touch your waist and squeeze it.

He was such a gentleman back then, not that he isn't now, but back then he was so different. Once he stopped kissing you he stared into your eyes saying the words that once meant everything to you.

“I love you so much.”

You just stared back not saying a single word. “Me too.” Finally he decided to let go of you, pushing you onto the bed. “Listen next week my company is going to a business trip. I already booked a room for us.” Turning off the lights he cuddled into you. Leaving you to your thoughts you didn't know what to do. 'was he really going to act like we're okay? like if our family isn't slowly falling apart...?' Closing your eyes you let out a small breath, crying yourself to sleep.

[gemini-sensei]

Hawk Moskowitz x chubby!reader NSFW Headcanons

Alright, look, he has to have a hand on his gf at all times. Especially in public. If they are walking together, he's either holding her hand or he has his arm around her waist/in her back pocket. If they're sitting together, he has a hand on her thigh or arm slung around her shoulders. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.

This seems innocent at first, and it is, but sometimes he forgets where he is and will easily pull her in for a kiss that quickly turns heavy. His hands slip to places they be while at the mall or dojo, but he doesn't care. He just likes to touch his girl and all her curves.

He's an ass and boobs guy. He can't pick between the two and no one can ever make him.

When it comes to his girl's fat ass, he loves to pinch and squeeze it. Smacking it is a must. He loves to watch it jiggle.

As for her tits, he loves to hold and squeeze them. He can be a bit of a tease, so he likes to roll her nipples between his fingers before getting to the real fun: using his mouth to mark them up with hickeys.

He's a slut for sucking on his gf's tits. Enough said.

His favorite positions, in no particular order, are missionary, cowgirl, and doggy.

Missionary gives him the advantage to see how each his thrusts makes her tits bounce and her belly jiggle. He loves it and can't get enough of an eyeful.

However, cowgirl is the optimal viewing of her tits bouncing. He can be put in a trance watching her ride him. His grip on her is so tight during these lovely scenes.

When he wants to be a little rougher, he gets her on her hands and knees for him. It usually ends up with her head pressed into the sheets and ass up while he pounds away at her wet cunt.

In just about any position, though, he'll hold her waist. He loves seeing the plush fat spill between his fingers.

Car sex. The backseat of his Sentra is not big enough for the both of them, but he can make room in the front. He puts the driver's seat all the way back to make sure she's comfortable before he helps her onto his lap. It's thrilling, especially when he parks in a secluded, dark area where anyone can come along and bust them.

He loves giving oral. Wrapping his arms around his gf's thighs and eating her out? Lovely. If she squeezes his head between her thighs while he's doing it? Heavenly.

Praising him will get his gf a long way. He loves hearing how good his cock feels and how big he is. When she tells him she loves the feelings he give her, he gets very proud and makes sure to keep doing what he's doing, but harder and faster to make her louder.

He'll ask questions like "who got you this wet, baby?" and the only answer he'll accept is "only you." If he gets an answer that isn't him, he doesn't take it well; he's still a little insecure around the idea that she could do better than him, so no toying with him.

He makes sure she reaches orgasm before he does, always satisfied. Seeing her pleasured face or hearing her crying out for him also gets him off. Knowing he made her come is a big boost in his ego, too.

He loves to pull out and come all over her. He loves seeing her curves covered in his cum, especially her belly. The first time it happened, he didn't have a condom and needed to pull out, so he did and sprayed his load all over her belly. It was the hottest thing he'd ever seen.

[sugar-omi]

Can we know some Baxter thoughts on the scenario with MC leaving Cove and Baxter and MC eloping after the split? I'm invested

bro i think we're all mentally connected bc i just mention is this post that i forgot to add some stuff abt how baxter acts. tysm for sending this and omg i find it so funny everyone's so invested in this little story!! i never knew itd end up like this lmaooo

tags : Angst, (emotional) cheating, y'all live in delulu land, multiple choice dialogue, your moms distance themselves/disown you

[read "leaving cove for baxter" here]

synopsis : how does baxter act when you leave cove for him?

baxter feels so bad...

honestly he doesn't understand why you're doing this, he's so confused

he's happy that you still love him

but he see's how great of a man cove is and it kills him more than anything

he begs you not to do this

"y/n please! be rational!" baxter's fingers dig into his palms. he's trying to keep calm, but he's heard the best and worst news of his life.

you sit across from him, hands in your lap and crying. "i am. i... i love cove, and he's amazing. but you are everything i want."

baxter gapes, watching you cry with wide eyes. "i tried to forget about you, but I just can't.. I love you. I love you so much more than him!" you sob, hands covering your face.

baxter's hands are shaking.

he's happy to hear that you love him but you're engaged.

you're supposed to be married soon, all that's left is to pick out your outfits and the dance lessons and now...

baxter swallows. "and you've... thought about it?"

you nod.

baxter sighs, rubbing his sweaty palms on his dress pants. "...okay."

baxter is waiting for you that night when you break it off.

and when you walk through his door, with tears in your eyes he wraps his arms around you as you cry and tell him about how it went.

cove was distraught, to say the least. and after much crying and "why"'s, cove stopped crying and was just mad...

a quiet man's scorn is a scary thing..

"get out." cove doesn't look at you, he can't. if he does he'll actually combust and explode.

you gape, "..what?"

cove looks at you, suddenly enraged by your oblivion. "I said get out!" cove stands up, hands fisted at his side. you didn't believe he'd hit you or harm you in anyway, but you've very rarely seen him angry.

"why are you sitting there looking dumb? you just said you love someone else! our fucking WEDDING planner at that!" cove yells. "what? did you wanna stay and play happy family with me while you fuck him!?"

cove laughs humorlessly. "I can't believe you... don't you wanna be with him? you should just leave." what cove says next shakes you.

"or maybe you want to fuck him in our bed, in our home!" cove is crying again, frustrated and angry.

you start crying, "no! i-" you don't know what you're trying to say, if anything at all and your sobs cut you off.

"then leave, get your shit and leave!"

cove storms to your bedroom as you cry. when you finally get enough strength in your legs again you go upstairs to see him roughly packing your things into the bags and suitcases.

you shake, starting to grab some of your other things and packing them shakily into the bags.

cove starts hauling the suitcases to the car, quiet as can be.

once most things that can fit into your car are closed up, cove stands on the porch of your home. or what used to be your home.

you stand in front of him, shaking.

cove stopped crying awhile ago, and his anger fell off him awhile ago too. now he just looks calm, but if you know him worth anything than you know that once the door closes he'll break.

cove hands you his engagement ring. "sell it, or keep it, propose to your new boyfriend."

cove hands you his half of the $20 bill. you gape at him, god you made a fool of yourself today. "throw it away. burn it. I don't care anymore, so don't hold onto it."

cove crosses his arms, "sell the ring. i don't want it."

cove hands you his engagement ring. "sell the rings, i don't want mine. marry your new boyfriend instead."

he slams the door.

baxter lets you weep. he doesn't feel upset that you're mourning the relationship, you've known him for 15 years and even if you wanted for him, you loved cove everyday until now..

when your family cuts you off and distances themselves, he watches you fall apart.

you just got off the phone with your ma, who chewed you out for choosing baxter of cover. he could hear her yells through the phone since you had it on speaker.

you were going to grocery shop together and cook for a date, but with your shaking hands and puffy eyes, you're in no shape to do anything.

so he lets you cry.

when miranda calls you, he watches the shock on your face morph to shame and pure emptiness.

miranda is screaming, cussing you out for hurting cove.

"why did you have to ruin everything for him?! what's so good about him?!"

you just cry, mumbling sorry's in between miranda's yells.

he holds your hand while you curl in on yourself, tears soaking into the rug under your feet...

baxter helps you pack away the last of your furniture in the house.

when he first entered it, he could tell the love had been ripped off the walls...

there was so much decoration missing.

there weren't any pictures on the walls.

in fact, he found your photo album and your sister takes it from his hands, not looking or speaking to him as she packs it into her bag..

many of the photos he saw were of cove with you and your family. too many memories you won't want and will hide in a dusty corner anyway if you did keep it.

he just carries the boxes to the u-haul, watching the house bleed with everything that comes out of it.

something about the dark house in the distance kills him, and he sits silently in his shame...

over the next few months you finally stop crying.

the phone calls stop coming and you're cheer comes back.

it's definitely different compared to when you were younger, and a far cry from what it was when you were still with cove, but you both act like it never happened.

maybe you're deluding yourselves, but when baxter wakes up and his heart bumps in his chest, it increases his anxiety and he feels like his throat is closing up..

baxter throws the covers off himself, getting up to wash up and find you.

whenever silence comes to him, the shame always finds him...

after changing into new clothes, baxter goes to find you in the kitchen, and when you greet him with a brilliant smile and a kiss, the shame melts away.

this is okay.

baxter stirs, warmed up by your hand caressing his face.

he blinks through blurry vision, smiling as he admires you. "good morning.."

you smile, running your finger along the angle of his nose. "g'morning handsome..." you lean forward n lay a kiss on his cheek.

baxter lets the warmth of your palm sink into his skin, sleep creeping back into him.

"let's get married."

baxter's eyes fly open, gaping at you like a fish.

"w-what?"

you sit up wordlessly, reaching into your nightstand and pulling out a dark purple fabric box, cracking it open to present a ring.

"i love you, and i wanna make sure i keep waking up to you everyday so.. baxter, will you marry me?"

when you come back from your short honeymoon, just a small weekend trip a quick run away from home, to match your quick wedding, your joy seeps through the floor..

for the weekend you didn't look at your phones, or at least didn't check social media and there wasn't any missed phone calls or messages.

but when baxter comes home from work he found you crying softly on the couch, trying to wipe away your tears before baxter could see but it was useless.

he crouched in front of you. "whats wrong?"

you show him derek's message, and once he finishes reading that, you show him one more...

COVE: hey. COVE: congrats on your marriage i guess... just wanted to tell you the house is sold, i gave dad back what he gifted for the down payment and the rest is yours. COVE: bye [you can no longer send messages to this user]

baxter blinks at it slowly... even though he's been so badly betrayed, cove still wishes you congratulations.

cove is a better man than baxter will ever be.

...

baxter sets your phone down, pulling you up and leading you down the hall.

"what do you think about me washing your hair, and after i'll prepare us a nice meal. what do you think?"

it's fine. shame is eating baxter up from his head to his feet, but everything is fine.

even when he pets your hair while you sleep, and whispers into the night. "i'm sorry... you've lost you're family because of me..."

even if he frets about how you've given up everything for him, it's fine.

you're happy together. maybe you can be happy with just the two of you? maybe. maybe...

[mink-place]

La squadra finding their s/o dead after a mission?

Sure! Hope this is okay, dear anon! I made it kinda like headcanons but scenarios(? Idk, it's too long lol

Also, I didn't put Illuso bc it's hard to me to write for him, but if you want Illuso just ask me and I'll do it! (Prosciutto it's a lil ooc)

La Squadra Di Esecuzione finding their s/o dead after a mission

Tw: death, angst.

Risotto Nero

He was worried about his partner, they didn't answer his calls on the last hour, they were sent to a mission and they were supposed to call when they had finished it.

Telling Prosciutto to watch the base and getting on the car of Ghiaccio he drove to the location of the mission.

He entered onto the building, looking that it was destroyed, dust floating in the air on a fog and debris on the floor.

He was quiet while looking for someone, maybe the enemy where still there. But then he saw an arm under a piece of ceiling.

His eyes opened wide, but still tried to keep as quiet as he could while approaching the body who now he recognized at his partner.

He moved the piece of ceiling above them, looking their fragile body covered in blood, their torn clothes and finally their face, eyes empty and their half open mouth, all covered in sweat, dust and blood.

His heart was racing as he picked up his s/o on his lap, with one of his hands he hoped of them to have pulse or be breathing, even if it was a little bit. But they weren't.

For a while he kept on there, kneed with his s/o on his lap, looking to their eyes, as if they were going to move again.

He didn't have the privilege to cry, he couldn't cry, he needed to get to the base and just get over it, but he knew it wouldn't be that easy.

“I failed for you, as your partner and as your capo.” he murmurs to them, knowing that they won't hear him.

“I'm... Sorry.” he stands up with them on his arms and slowly goes back to the car, not looking back to the building.

During the drive back to the base he has a blank expression, knowing that when he arrives he's not Risotto, he's the capo, and he has to behave like one even on the tougher moments.

He gets to the base, gets out of the car and picks them up again. Enters in the base, where all of La Squadra are waiting for him sitting on the main room.

“Risotto, how-” Prosciutto it's the first to talk when he sees his capo, but when he sees their partners body on his arms he just frozes on his place.

Everyone is quiet, Risotto looks at everyone with his same expression as always, even if his glare is almost blank.

“(Name) has died on their mission.” he just says, Pesci is almost on tears and everyone else is frozen. “We have to bury them and finish what they didn't.”

“Are you alright, capo?” Formaggio asks, with a worried look.

“Don't worry about me.”

He is devastated inside, but he has to be a comfort, to be strong for his teammates, if he trembles, everyone and everything will crash down.

He probably won't have any partner in a future, he doesn't want to experiment another loss.

He also becomes a more serious capo, he just wants all his teammates to be safe, but he thinks that now he'll fail to protect them too.

Prosciutto

He was with them on the mission, but he separed of them to search the enemy, both according to call the other if they encountered the enemy.

After a while he didn't find the enemy, so he was about to call his partner, but he saw a missing call of his partner. Damning himself for not have listened to it.

He ran to where his s/o was searching and then he saw them, laying on the floor with wounds all over their body and a piece of what seemed like a metal tube through their stomach.

He gulped, feeling his heart on his throat and his hands sweating, he was trembling as he approached his s/o body, looking so degraded, their soullesse eyes looking at nowhere.

“(Name)? (Name) please...” he called them while kneeling down to catch their head on his chest, taking their pulse and their breathing, but none of them where there. “Come on! Stand up, we have to get to a hospital!” he was terrified for once “STAND UP!” he yelled, but they didn't.

He clenched his fists and closed his eyes strongly to not cry, knowing that it was his fault for not have listened to his phone when they called him.

Breathing deep, he stood up, leaving their body there and walking away to calm himself before calling Risotto to let him know that they have died.

“I'm sorry, Prosciu-”

“You don't have to.” he interrumpts his capo. “Come to get them, I have to finish the mission.”

He swallows his tears to find the person who killed his love and make them pay, for his pride and his lover's pride.

He runs to find their killer and when he finds them he also kills them, finding himself crying when he has finished.

“We finished the mission.” he whispers to the sky, as if they were going to hear him.

When he finally stops crying he gets to the base covered in blood, of the enemy and of his partner, Pesci is the one to approach him and asks him if he's okay.

Prosciutto keeps as his normal self, but know is more protective over Pesci, he needs to protect him like he didn't with his partner

Doesn't allow himself to cry anymore, he has to be strong, and he will.

Also, he will feel kinda afraid to be on a relationship again.

Pesci

He and his partner where on a building, both fighting on different places of the building to different enemies. He managed to kill his enemy, but then he heard an screaming from some place of the building.

He ran through the floors, searching for his s/o's enemy, thinking that the enemy was the one who screamed in pain and feeling really proud of himself and his partner.

He arrived to the first floor, where he stopped when he saw a blood river peeking from one of the rooms.

“(Name)? I have killed one of them! Do you need help with the other?” he entered to the room, happy to help his love, but he fell to his knees when he encountered his partner bleeding out on the floor with a big injury on their stomach and both of their legs torn.

“P-please, wake up, you have to... Don't leave me.” he cried while crawling to his s/o, feeling his heart ache on his chest.

He caught them on his arms, hugging them not caring of getting blood on himself. Pesci sobbed on their dead body, feeling useless and devastated, he should have been with them, maybe like that they wouldn't have died.

When he feels a little better, at least to talk properly, he calls Prosciutto, informing of the situation. Prosciutto goes to the place he is with the capo, Risotto will take care of the body while Prosciutto goes with him to find the other enemy.

Prosciutto will be a little rude with Pesci just to make him swallow his sadness to finish the mission, but when they kill the enemy Prosciutto comforts him and lets him cry on his shoulder if he needs to.

Pesci will be really sad and will be afraid to have another partner because he thinks they'll die too and he won't be capable of protect them.

He'll “talk” to his partner looking up to the sky on the moments he feels really sad and needs comfort.

Formaggio

He was with his s/o on a mission, but after a slip, he lost them, but he thought they were okay without him so he focused on looking for the enemy.

He found it, yeah, but exactly when the enemy was kicking the death body of his partner, he was shocked, but reacted fast enough to use his stand with the enemy.

He made them small enough to crash their bones by stepping on his arms or legs, watching them scream in pain while half crying and cursing them for killing his s/o.

“You fucking bastard, you...” he kept stepping on their body even if they were already dead.

After calming himself he goes with the dead body of his s/o, kneeling beside them and picking their body.

“Come on, babe, please wake up. You can do it, I'm sure you can...” he'll take a bit to assume thst they're dead, but when he does he calls Risotto to inform that the mission is done, but their partner was dead.

He'll try to get over it as soon as possible and keep being the same Formaggio as always, but it's obvious that he's devastated inside.

In the end he'll accept that his partner is no longer there and will continue with his life, maybe even get other partner.

Ghiaccio

He was sent to look for his partner because they didn't answer the calls of Risotto nor inform about the mission.

He arrived the location on his car and he saw something laying on the ground, it was a person.

Ghiaccio got out of the car to see who was there, maybe it was the enemy, but then he recogniced thar the person was his s/o.

While screaming italian curses he approached his s/o to check their state, they had a lot of big wounds on their body who were still bleeding, their clothes torned and covered in blood and dust from the ground.

He'll inform the capo that the mission is a total failure between curses, but he kinda calms down to inform that his partner is dead.

He will left his s/o there to search for the enemy and kill them, he isn't angry or sad, he's shocked, he doesn't know how to feel.

After killing the enemy he'll return with his s/o, now that the capo has arrived to get rid of the body.

“Maybe this is hard for you, Ghiaccio.” he'll try to empathize with him.

“I... Don't know.” he will help to get rid of the body, but his mind is blank, he can't really assume that his partner is dead, at least for a while.

It's hard for him to have another partner, mostly because he doesn't think that love is something that he needs.

Will get over it after some time, but until then his fits of rage will be worse and more often.

He just needs some time, that's it.

Melone

He was near the location his partner was, because he was looking for them to help the mission, but they didn't answer his calls and that's why he got his motorcycle and drove to their location.

When he arrives he's really careful to try and not alert the enemy that someone else is there, will try to contact his partner again, but again, they don't answer.

By walking around he finally finds them, but not on the state he wanted, they were hanged on a wall with something through their chest.

He'll put them down to the ground and check them, they were bleeding out long time ago and they didn't have pulse or were breathing, so he confirmed they were dead.

Calmly he'll call the base to inform of the situation, he knows that those are things that happens when you work at a mafia, so he tries to remain as calm as possible.

Knowing that Risotto will arrive to get rid of the body, he'll try to get the mission finished, he doesn't want to seem insensitive, but he expected them to die.

When he has finished the mission he'll go back to the base, at this time Risotto had took care of his dead partner.

He'll remain as before the incident, but a little less eccentric, he seems like he's not affected by their dead but he just accepted it when he saw their body so it's not hard to him to get over it.

Maybe he'll get another partner, but it's not sure.

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Being Frank Castle's Daughter in Hawkins Pt 4

Gif Caption: top gif - Thor and Loki from Marvel. bottom gif- Billy Hargrove from Netflix's Stranger Things

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Reader: female | Age: 17-18 range

Characters Mentioned: Frank Castle (MCU), Matt Murdock (MCU), Thor Odinson (MCU), Loki Layfeyson (MCU), Korg (MCU), Dinah Madani (briefly MCU), Black Panther (briefly, MCU), Billy Hargrove (ST), Steve Harrington (ST), Mike Wheeler (ST), Nancy Wheeler (ST), Max Mayfeild (ST)

A/n: this is the most crackhead things are going to get

Warnings: Billy bleeds and is injured, emotions, Neil hit billy >:(

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Frank drove off as soon as you got in the car.

It was silent ride.

You were trying to hide your crying

It was just too much with everything going on

Between the freshly beaten bullies and now adults bullying you

It wasn't nessacary that it was the words.

Its the fact that you can't do anything about it

"You okay kid?"

"Uh...I think I just lost my only friends..." she smiled weakly, "And I think Im really fucked because of it..."

He looked over at her as she sniffled, wipping stray tears, "Hey. Hey. They are you're friends. Those are the friends you want. Whats his name? Steve? Steve Harrington? With the three added inches because of his hair?"

Y/n chuckled and nodded still crying, "He's a friend. He's someone that's got your back. And what he did? What he did back there while you were in the bathroom? He did what he was suppose too. He stood up for you. Alright?"

Y/n nodded, a heavy plate being set in her lap as she sniffled looking down, "You stole the pie back?"

"You bet damn right I stole the pie back." Frank spoke causing Y/n to laugh, "that's my damn pie dish alright?"

Y/n couldn't stop laughing.

"Probally only fuckin thing that had flavor too." Frank contuined pulling two forks out his pocket.

"You stole there silverware!?" Y/n laughed.

"Come on. They should be glad I didn't use it!" Frank spoke his voice raising the warmth of laughter as it filled his chest.

"Midani's gonna come for you because you stole silverware watch!" Y/n laughed.

"Let her try!" He laughed Y/n cutting into the pie and taking a big bite.

"Mhm." Y/n hummed, "This is good."

Y/n took another bite, "Like really damn good! Mhm! I feel bad the kids didn't get any!"

"Come on give me a bite."

Frank for sure did know how to cheer you up

Even if you'd be in a sugar induced coma after comfort eating most of the pie.

He doesn't care. He can always make another fucking pie. He'll make you 20 as long as your happy.

You both go home and change into actual comfortable clothing and watch a movie

You've had a long day so you'd fall asleep to some crappy western pretty damn quick

He'd pick you up and put you in bed, kissing your temple before leaving you to sleep.

A few hours pass by before theres knocking on the window .

It makes your stir at first but soon it wakes you up and you get up.

"Hargrove?" Y/n asked head sticking out the window,"what time is it?"

"You okay?" He asked, Y/n nodded.

"Y...yeah...just been stressful recently." Y/n told leaning on the window seal, "Just my breaking point I guess."

Billy nodded, looking up at her slightly, "c...can you help me..."

It meek and soft, scared of being hurt.

Y/n looked at him concered,"who the fuck am I kidding I shouldn't...fuck."

Y/n reached for the flashlight beside her bed and turned it on directing it towards Billy.

"Holy Shit!" Y/n cursed, Billy's eyebrow split along with his lip and a bloody nose.

"Seems like everything that happened at dinners my fault..." he admitted, "I. Fuck. I kept lookin off. Ya know?"

"Come on." Y/n spoke holding her hand out as he grabbed it, Y/n helping him in and letting him sit on the bed while she turned the big light on, and went under her bed to grab first aid.

"I kept spacin out..." he told her she sitting next to him, "and I knew I should. But I kept doin it. I didn't mean to be starin at Wheeler. I."

"Hey. No need to explain it to me." Y/n smiled small, "Dont feel forced alright?"

Billy nodded, "i got mad." He explained.

"I got mad. I didnt say anything. I got mad because It should of been me. I should've stood up for you. Not Harrington." Billy started, "I should of stoped it. I knew it. I knew it was happening and I sat there. And I listened."

Y/n frowned, as Billy's eyes glazed over: "I. I know how it is. You. You don't."

"I know-"

"That's it!" Billy spoke, "You don't know. And I don't want you to know. I. You're my. Fuck...I."

"Billy." Y/n called softly, finger on his chin guiding it in her direction for her to clean it, putting a butterfly bandage near the corner of his upper lip.

"You're my...You're my city bird..." He finally croaked out, tears that filled his eyes fell from baby blues down his face.

"Hey...hey..." Y/n coaxed calmly, "I'm not goin anywhere. Im not."

She wipped a tear away, "and you're the only one that gets to call me the stupid as shit nickname."

He stiffled a laugh as Y/n smiled, "That nicknames so fuckin stupid ya know that?" She contuined.

"Sound like a damn piegon."

He chuckled as Y/n contuined to clean his face, the blood had stopped but she still had to address the eyebrow split.

"Damn. Hargrove were you always this pretty?" Y/n teased he rolling his eyes in response.

"Mad that I look better beat up than you?"

There he was. Billy Hargrove, back in action with his eye rolls and playful tone. Y/n knew part of it was an act a spacegoat: but she knew there was a part few got to see.

She finsihed cleaning his face and helping him disinfect everything. Kissing his head softly she smiled against his skin. Pulling away just enough for him to raise his gaze.

His nose grazing against her's just slightly as eyelids hung low. Billy's hand lifting up to hold the side of Y/n's neck as he leaned forward the beginning edge of there brow bones resting against one another with closed eyes. He was soft with his touch as he pushed forward, his lips pushing against hers, her lips tasted like apple pie.

But it didnt last long, they both mutually pulling away. That...didn't feel right...to neither of you.

Why?

"Did you?" Y/n asked quietly, and Billy shook his head.

"You?" Billy questioned softly, as Y/n shook her head no.

"Fuck...I can't loose you..." Billy spoke, "I. I can't."

"Im still here. I told you I wasnt going anywhere."

And thats when you guys became Plantonic soul mates

The only reason Billy kissed you was because well he's never had emotions this strong

He could tell you: I love you but kissing you. It was wrong. The kissing? Oh yeah that was great. It was the "you" part

Which made no sense to him because for a straight fact he knew he loved you.

So he's like: b i t c h what are these feelings

Safety and Security Billy, safety and security

You both were surpised you talked about it afterward, still the pinky promise dumbasses you both are

He still likes the head kissing though, or the kiss cheek.

Its the romance factor that just doesn't work.

You guys have a little pinky promise hand shake now,

Billy wont admit it but you're everything to him, and he knows he's everything to you: after all you said it too him

Yet unfortunately he's gotta leave, and you let him back out the window

"Sleep Tight City Bird." Billy spoke looking back up at her.

"Sleep Tight Hargrove." Y/n spoke holding out her pinky as he stiffled a smile, raising and interlocking pinkies with her.

And you watched him walk off into the darkness of the woods, most likely back to the main road.

You cleaned up and went to bed afterward.

You need the sleep: You're just exhausted from everything

Luckily no one woke you up for school-

Wait, No one woke you up for school?

She looked at the alarm clock beside her, school started thirty minutes ago, "SHIT!" She cursed now fully awake and running around, luckily she had washed all that makeup off the day before.

Hopping on one foot as she tried tying her shoe, she fell against the door, its opening, and her body followed, ending on the floor.

"The hell," Frank spoke.

"School! I'm late!" Y/n argued standing up, but there sat Steve Harrington, and the Wheeler siblings, with cups of hot coffee, and a cup of hot chocolate for mike.

"Well, morin to you too." Steve spoke drinking from his mug, "And happy fall break."

Oh...

"fall break!?" Y/n asked looking at the calendar, fall break was indeed in full swing.

you had been relieved as Frank pulled a chair for you to sit down while he was making breakfast.

He also stuck a cup of coffee in front of you

They had come to make sure you were alright, Steve especially, and he apologized to his mom like five times

"I'm really sorry."

"No Don't be." Y/n spoke sipping her coffee, "It's not your fault."

"And your sure your okay?" Nancy asked, "It's not every day an ordinary person takes a mental beating like that so easy."

Y/n nodded, "I...yeah, I got it."

"of course she's okay!" Mike argued, "She's taken bigger beatings from villains!"

So Mike thought you were a hero, just in hiding, and laid it all out for you: who and how you became an undercover superhero he had a very original origin story planned for you

It made you feel good, a kid being a kid: a happy kid

"but it's obvious you have a rival in the superhero world, is it Iron Man!? Captain America! I bet it's Black Panther."

Y/n laughed, "No. I haven't seen the King of Wakanda in new york for some time."

"You know Black Panther?!" Mike asked, Y/n half nodding.

"Brief visit," Y/n spoke.

"She knows Black Panther," Mike told his sister with a stupidly happy smile on his face.

"I know Mike, I can hear her."

Y/n smiled and took a drink of coffee, a brief visit meant getting thrown off a cliff by him.

Frank made breakfast for you all, waffles and everything

He likes your friends: he has a certain respect for Steve too

especially after that dinner

"You should come trick or treating with us!" Mike suggested.

"Me?" Y/n asked digging into her eggs.

Mike nodded, "yeah! Your super cool!"

Y/n smiled and looked at Frank who shrugged, whatever she wanted.

"Yeah. That sounds like fun." Y/n smiled, "I'd love to."

"Sweet! The guys would love you."

You guys spend your morning talking: Frank truly getting to know your friends, they all thought he was pretty cool too: especially with being in the service in the past and all

Plans for the break are thrown back and forth.

"So that new Horror movie is coming out." Steve spoke, "The 29th."

"Really? Didn't think you had a movie theater in Hawkins."

"funny."

"I know." Y/n smiled, "You guys wanna go see it?"

"You're busy the 29th," Frank spoke.

"I am?" Y/n asked.

"I'd hope you'd be busy with Murdock and them comin' out"

"Matts coming!?" Y/n asked in disbelief, "Seriously!? Like really!? You're not shitting me!?"

"I can tell them all not to come-"

"NO! NO!" Y/n spoke, "Guys you'll love Matt! He's a really good lawyer..."

And you went on and on saying they all had to have dinner while he was down,

AHH, Matt Murdock's coming! You're so happy, as said before: while Frank was in prison he had become somewhat of a fatherish figure to you, and you truly did care about him, and he really did care about you

Sure he had his own problems, and had no idea how to help you, and didn't shover his religion down your throat, but did take you to his church one time

Explained that she had to find a place like his church: a thinking place, wherever or whatever this place was: either it be a parking lot or an old park, you need a place to be grounded, where the weight just drops off the shoulders

just thinking about there talks made things better sometimes

so you were excited

Steve? Steve was not

Okay so this guy was older: but, you talk about him like he was a superhero

Oh he has no idea

But they still want to hang out with you during break

And Frank says he's fine with you being out as late as you want as long as you call him a few times, letting him know what was going on

Yet after a long breakfast nancy had casually looked at her watch

"Crap! I said I'd have Mike back by 10 am." Nancy spoke, "Hurry up Mike!"

"why what time is it?" steve asked.

"11:30!"

"Crap!" Steve spoke apparently they both had things to do quickly eating his plate of food, "I have to go! I'm gonna be dead!"

Steve got up quickly followed by Nancy and Mike.

"Mr.Castligone! Thank you for breakfast! Y/n! I'll call you later1 We'll do something on a day you're not busy! Breakfast was great! Okay! Bye!"

it was comical to you and Frank, watching them eat as quickly as they could and rush out like you had run out thinking you were late for school

You both just laughed, and you did the dishes, after all, they were your friends.

it was a peaceful day, you and he had spent his off day together, taking a nice walk through the woods by the water, skipping stones on the water, and lounged around the house

That's when you got a phone call, it hadn't been Steve, it was too quick for that despite the hours he was gone already

"Hello?" Y/n asked.

"Ah! Y/N of Midgard! Daughter of the Punished!"

"Thor?" Y/n asked quietly looking back but Frank was busy doin something in his room.

"Yes! It is I!"

"I am here as well!" Loki shouted annoyed from the back.

"Me too!" Korg cheered

"How did you get this number?" Y/n protested, "And Hi Korg,"

"No need to ask such questions! We are friends! Like, brother and sister! What is in your mind is in mine!" Thor cheered, "See I will tell you now what you are thinking! Guns! Weapons! Blood oh so much blood! And pure destructive victory! Which is why I wonder why are you in this place they call Hawkins?"

Y/n froze, what?

"Thor, just. Why are you here?" Y/n asked trying to keep her cool.

"To celebrate the falling of leaves!" He spoke, the smile heard in his voice.

"Did Jane break up with you again?"

"What!?" He laughed, "Pfft! No! Yes. She did. So I figured we could drown ourselves in such over-sugared delights; like old times, and you could show me around this very much lonely empire of yours. Korg would also like to do some drawing with you."

"Just. Where are you?" Y/n asked.

"Uh."

"give me the damned thing!" Loki ordered, snatching the pay phone, "I swear Y/n if you do not come and get us I will be invading New York again!"

"Okay One, rude." Y/n protested, "Where are you?"

"In front of..whatever this place is, looks like a prison."

"Does it say Hawkins High?"

"Yes! It does!"

"Just, give me 20 minutes."

"You have five."

"Fifteen."

"Fine."

You were never so quick in your life: you told Frank you were borrowing the Truck and said you loved him and call him later because you be out late and left

Left to go pick up who?

Billy Fucking Hargrove

OUT OF ALL PEOPLE

You knocked on his door so quick, and loudly too

"Max! Get the door!"

"Im going!"

She was surpised to see you there: and said Hi real quick before walking through following the blasting music.

"HARGROVE!"

"Jesus! What the Hell!" He argued looking back.

"How'd you like to help me baby sit Thor and Friends!?"

"What?" He asked, turning off his music confused as fuck, "Excuse me?!"

"You're going to see Thor?" Max asked Y/n turning around.

"Yeah. Yeah." Y/n answered nonchalantly hoping Billy would agree, "Well?!"

"Yeah! Yeah Im comin!" He argued grabbing his jacket as he quickly followed Y/n.

"I wanna come!"

"No!" Billy argured.

"Yeah! Fine whatever!" Y/n asked, "I don't have time to argue or Lokis gonna blow up New York again!"

"Excuse me!?"

"Get in the fucking truck now!"

Max thought Billy was an insnae driver? When your in a rush? Damn. You're crazy.

Billy's bracing himself your acting so crazy

You're sweating bullets and to hyperfixated on the road to answer any questions

You're racked with anxiety and pull into the hawkins high parking lot where the group waits.

"Hi Y/n!" Korg waves happily, Y/n getting out the truck leaving the two in the front seat completely speechless.

"Ah Y/n!" Thor cheered, "It's an honor to make- ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!"

Y/n grabs Thor by the ear and drags him along, Loki laughing just to be given the the same treatment.

"Ow! Okay! Okay!"

They're dragged to the car and ordered to get in. Korg following patiently. Max and Billy staring in complete shock as the back of the truck is filled with aliens.

"Must you be so rude?" Loki spoke in his defense. Y/n getting in the truck.

"Max, Billy." Y/n spoke, "these are the asshole brothers, and this is Korg."

"Hi!" Korg spoke with a smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Uh..Hi." Max spoke with a small wave,"same here..."

"Y/n." Billy started, "what. the FUCK."

"What?! You're the only one that knows!" Y/n defended, "Im fucking loosing my head!"

"Yeah you're the Punisher's daughter! Thats one fuckin thing! These are fuckin Aliens!" Billy argued.

"You're dads the Punisher?!" Max asked.

Oh god. Things just can never chill, she feel like she's going to have a stroke.

And now everyones arguing.

"EVERYONE BE FUCKIN QUIET!" y/n shouts, it's silent.

"If I may intruppted-"

"Loki." Y/n spoke looking back, "Shut the fuck up please."

"Well you did say please."

It grows quiet as you pull out of the parking lot.

And it's just silent the whole time going down that long road.

"Um. Y/n." Korg spoke up sweetly, "Can we get ice cream. Please? I've always wanted to try it!"

You take them to get icecream, you saying everyone gets Vanilla because your not dealing with orders

Turns our Korg enjoys ice-cream

Are they suppose to ask you to do something? Or just let you keep driving to calm your mind?

But your going over the speed limit and a cop stops you

"I was hopin this didn't Involve you Hargrove." The cheif speaks but with the back windows roll down he spots the group of well...Aliens.

"Cheif?" Y/n asked gesturing for a name.

"Hopper..." he responded still awe struck by seeing who he's seeing.

"Cheif Hopper. If. You'd please. Just. Ticket." Y/n pleaded, "please."

"Uh...yeah....go ahead...with a. Warning."

"Thank you sir. You like donuts? I like donuts. I'll bring you down to the station later. Thanks."

You drove off after that taking a deep breathe in today...was gonna be real long

What were you suppose to do? Take them Downtown to spend the day?

That didn't seem like a bad idea.

Then again Korg. And as big of a sweet heart Korg was. He stood out

But people could feel safe if Thor labeled him as a side kick

Maybe you'd just dress him up and just say he was real tall

Or. Maybe you just could walk around him: its not like Hawkins had thousands of Cameras.

And Loki could just wipe tapes if nessacary

Then again people seeemed so shocked they dont think they'd be able to move to even get a camera or call anybody

Okay plan dress Korg up hoodie and swear pants and pray just say he's tall or under Thor watch

Yeah Yeah that sounded good.

Sounded good.

So with a calm mind you tell everyone they can ask there questions one at a time.

And they do tread waters very carefully

And then you tell them your plan. Which is stupid because no one has chlothes that are gonna fit Korg

Fuck it Superheros on Vacation thats the new plan

Just when you thought Hawkins was sane: you were oh so wrong.

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Enough For You - Chapter 2

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It was only a few days after his return that Steve asked to see your grave - at the very minimum he owed it to you to pay his respects. He hadn't allowed himself to cry yet, he knew if he did there was a good chance he'd never stop.

So there they stood in front of your grave. Or so they thought. The three great loves of your life.

The one that got away.

The one you'd built a life with.

And your entire heart, your son.

Bucky never really went anywhere without him, only when absolutely necessary did he ever call any of your friends to watch him. Grant was his pride and joy. He liked to be by his side constantly, watching him, protecting him.

He didn't bring him here often. Bucky felt that he was too young to understand and bringing him here didn't help that. It wasn't like he liked being here either, he didn't feel any closer to you here.

Being here felt like more of a reminder that you were gone than a way to feel closer to you. There were spots that he had, places where he felt like he could talk to you and you'd listen, this was just not one of those places.

Like the bed you shared, Bucky often woken up thinking you'd be there, holding him. Sometimes he swore he could still smell your fresh scent clinging to the sheets.

Or the rope swing you insisted that he put up on the tree in the front lawn. For Grant, you joked, though he was much too young for it then. And once he was old enough to sit up on his own, you'd put him on your lap and you'd swing together for hours, laughing and having the time of your lives. To him it was a metaphor - after all the swing was just a rope and a plank of wood. You'd turned it into something beautiful, a memory that he'd forever cling to. It reminded him of who you were.

Or on the dock, where you used to waste the day away. That was when he felt closest to you. Not here.

And Steve, the only solace he had right now was getting to know his son, getting to see the incredible little person that the two of you created.

And though he'd never admit it, it bothered him that Bucky was so close and so good at parenting his son.

The car ride home was almost silent, except for Grant's light snoring. He'd tired himself out running back and forth on the way to the car. After putting him in bed for his nap and grabbing the baby monitor, Bucky sat with Steve in a tense silence that Bucky was not inclined to break.

The whole thing sets his teeth on edge. For the darkest, most blasphemous reasons that Bucky can barely admit to himself.

Bucky warned him, told him to think about what he was doing. Think about who he was letting go. You didn't get that.

Bucky didn't get to warn you about leaving the house that night. He'd kissed you, unknowingly shared your final 'I love you's', and watched you walk out the door. You were just going to the grocery store, that's it. You weren't leaving on a mission, there was no danger in a trip to the store. You liked to go alone, said it was easier than having a fussy toddler in the cart, Bucky always insisted that he go with you, but you always told him it was faster alone.

He always teased you that the only reason you liked going alone was because it was your only opportunity to take your sports car instead of the mini van.

Steve knew what he was doing, what would happen. Neither of you knew that you were going to be in a violent car crash. He didn't know that he'd never see you again. He'd never hear you laughing. He'd never dance in front of the crackling fireplace with you again. He didn't know until the police showed up at your door, saying you were gone. DOA.

He knows it isn't right, he shouldn't feel this way about his best friend. Steve simply thought he was doing the right thing for himself.

But how is any of this fair?

How does Steve get to come back and you don't? Why does Steve get to undo his mistake, but you'll never get the chance to hold your son again?

That he'll never get the chance to propose with the ring he'd been holding onto for months?

How is it fair that 2 men, who've already lived over 100 years, get to be here and you don't? You, who had so much life to live. You hadn't even made it to 30 and you were dead.

There was so much Bucky wanted to do with you, wanted to experience with you. You'll never walk down the aisle to him. You'll never have the kids the two of you talked about. You'll never grow old together. How is any of it fair?

Strangely, Bucky knew the second he saw you and Steve talking that day what was going to happen. He knew that Steve wasn't coming back. And somewhere deep down, he knew that Steve would regret it. Why does Steve get to fix those regrets, but you and Bucky can't?

So he kept quiet, because he worried that the second he opened his mouth that he'd share those very dark thoughts. He'd tell Steve exactly what he felt, and how that would truly burn their last bridge.

Silence was something he was used to by now. Whenever Grant wasn't up, when Bucky was really alone, it was always silent.

Bucky didn't sleep much anymore. With you he'd worked his way up to almost a full 8 hours, now he was lucky if he got an hour. He thought it was better that way because whenever he closed his eyes, even for the briefest moment, he'd see flashes of your life.

He'd see the photographs of the horrific accident that took your life. He didn't play the piano you'd surprised him with after finding out Bucky knew how to play.

He didn't use the record player that you'd given him for his birthday. Nor did he ask FRIDAY to turn on the fireplace. The quiet made sense without you. It was good, he told himself. He was okay with sitting in the silent loss that surrounded him.

Apparently Steve did not feel the same way, though Steve was always a little better at communicating than Bucky was.

All Steve wanted to know was how they went forward from here, he couldn't sit in the loss of you. He had to look forward just to be able to live with himself. He missed out on so much, now he wanted to take every chance he got to raise his son. "Now what? I don't want to intrude, but it's not like I have anywhere else to go. Or I can find a place close by, he could stay there with me."

"Who said you're taking him anywhere? I promised her I'd always take care of him. I intend to keep that promise."

"Look, I'm not asking you to break your promise, but I'm here now. I deserve a chance to raise my own son."

"You don't deserve a thing. No one asked you to come back, but here you are. So if you want to stay with us, fine. Don't expect me to be thrilled about it, but I'll make it work. For him. But if you think for one second that you can just barge back in and take over, you're mistaken. You will not take my son away from me."

"Actually, he's not your son. He's my son," Steve corrected.

"Your son? And who are you to him?" Bucky asked angrily. "No, really I want to know, what are you to him? A sperm donor? The strange man who just showed up out of the blue? The man who didn't love his mother enough to stay? I've been there. Me. I did the diaper changes, the ER trips, the late nights, I took care of him when he was sick, I was there holding her hair back when she had morning sickness every damned day. Fuck, I was in the room when he was born, where were you? The 40's. You may be a father, but you're not his dad. I'm his dad. Me. My son."

And he wasn't sure if it was divine intervention preventing the two of them from getting into a fight or just really good timing, but his phone rang. Bucky held up a finger to stop him. "Pepper's calling."

"Pepper?"

"She wouldn't call if it wasn't important. I told you I'm not really involved with the team anymore," Bucky explained, before walking outside, baby monitor still in hand, to avoid waking his son.

"Wait!" Steve followed him. Annoyed that Steve wouldn't let him just answer the phone, Bucky kept walking. "Why not?"

"Because I had a son to raise. A kid that needed me more than the Avengers did. I don't understand how you don't understand that."

Steve was about to reply, but Bucky answered the phone. After several grunts and short, clipped replies, he hung up the phone. "She needs me."

"For what?"

"She wouldn't tell me over the phone." It was true. Pepper refused to say what was so urgent that she needed him at her home right away. But Bucky trusted Pepper, he trusted her judgement. If she said it was important, it was important.

"And?"

"And I'm going to go find out."

"What happened to all that talk about being a parent?"

Instead of replying, Bucky turned on his heels and headed back for the house. Like adding salt to the wound, Steve's amazed at the way Bucky got everything ready for Grant. It seemed like he thought of ever single scenario that could possibly happen and had a solution to it.

As Bucky got everything together, he tried to calm himself. He tried to think of what you would do if Steve had come back when you were alive. You'd probably be nicer than Steve deserved out of you.

Bucky did not for one second feel bad, but he could understand how overwhelming this all must be for Steve. Coming back in the wrong time again. Finding out he had a son. Finding out you were dead.

Slightly taking pity on Steve after seeing the overwhelmed look on his face as he packed Grant's bag, he offered him a small, reluctant smile. "It was a lot of trial and error. And it was a lot worse when he was a newborn, there were a lot of accidents - and diaper bags."

Steve slightly smiles, but still feels the depth of how much he's missed out on.

Bucky offers no more reassurance, and takes the bags putting it in the trunk of the car. Double checking that he has everything that the little boy could need for the next few days. He's not sure where he'll leave Grant, it depends on what they need from him. If it's only a few days, he's positive that Pepper or Wanda could watch him. Or if they're all staying at the tower, he doesn't like the idea of leaving his son there. Not one bit, but at least there he'll be safe, taken care of.

He double checks that all Grant's comfort items are there, so even he can't be with him, his son will be okay.

That's really all that matters to him these days.

After double and triple checking, he goes to grab Grant- and Steve. He finds Steve in Grant's room, and though his son is supposed to be sleeping, he's up watching TV. Bucky's kind of upset that Grant's schedule is completely distorted with all the excitement and irregularity, but he says nothing.

It was amazing watching all of the anger and tension leave Bucky when he interacted with Grant, Steve had known Bucky a long time, but never once did he ever see Bucky react to another person like that, except maybe you. He kneels down to Grant's level. Cleans him up. Changes him out of his pajamas, then explains that they're going to be making a trip. "Come on, bud. We're gonna go see Aunt Pepper and Morgan."

Then they were off. And little did Steve Rogers know that kids could talk about everything. About anything. For a very, very long time, or at least until they tired themselves out.

That's the entire first hour of the trip, the two men listening to Grant. Bucky knows that this is Grant's way of fighting off the way that long car rides lull him to sleep.

The second hour begins with Bucky's eyes flickering back and forth between the road and his son, now quietly snoring after talking Steve's ear off about how excited he was to see Morgan and Pepper. And about his favorite movie. And his favorite toy at the moment. And about a million more things that would've made you laugh as you very intently listened and clung to each word your son said.

He missed you so much, they both did. Even at such a young age, he knew that Grant felt the loss of his mother. And Bucky's only reason for existing was now dwindled down to that little boy.

"A mini van?" Steve quietly joked.

"It's not my mini van- it's..." he trailed off. He still had such a hard time saying your name. It hurt, it hurt so much more than he was willing to admit. "Besides, you can't attach a car seat to a bike."

Seeing the pain flicker in Bucky's eyes, Steve comments jokingly, "I can't believe she gave up her sports car for a mini van."

This time Bucky laughs, he'd made the same comment when he saw the mini van instead of the cherry red sports car in the driveway. You simply laughed him off, saying you weren't giving up your car, it was just going to be in the garage from then on. "She changed a lot when Grant was born. I mean, she took to being a mom so naturally. I mean, two former assassins- turned- parents? I didn't think I stood a chance, but she made it look so easy. She made it easy for me."

With that the mood became solemn again. Steve took a minute to think about you as a parent. How much he would have liked to see you pregnant with his kid. Or holding Grant. Or anything really as long as he got to see you again.

The mood felt too heavy for either of them, so Steve decided that the least he could do was alleviate some of the tension. "Is it wrong that I could only understand half of what he said?"

Bucky laughed, really laughed again. "Toddler gibberish - it can get kind of complicated, especially when he makes up words for things, but you get used to it. Don't be fooled though, he's really smart for his age. We had a hell of a time when he started walking, didn't even crawl really just went straight to running. Anyway, he figured out the freaking child locks, most of them anyway, we had to take shifts watching him 24/7."

Steve laughed too. He could practically see the two of you running around the house, always watching this tiny human wreak havoc.

"Are they going to be upset that I'm back?"

"I don't know," Bucky answered honestly. "We, I don't see them very often. After, we both took a step back to deal with everything and we just, well, we never wanted to go back. So you're guess is as good as mine."

"The Avengers are a family, that's what I don't get. Why were you both so okay with leaving them behind?"

"What family, Steve? You left. Tony, Nat, Vision, they're all gone. Pepper took over, but there wasn't much to pull together anymore. I don't blame anyone for not wanting to stick around. There wasn't much of a family left for anyone to stick around for."

"So you don't see anyone?"

"Occasionally. I try to keep Grant away, if only for his safety."

"I didn't think about it like that."

"I know."

A silence fell upon the car again. And this time, no one broke it. And for the first time in their very long lives, Bucky and Steve truly had nothing to say to each other. They didn't share knowing looks, inside jokes, there was however, a shared sadness over their dead kinship.

Apparently when Steve left, he left a lot more damage than he thought he would have.

Once they arrive, Bucky goes right back into parent mode.

Bucky unbuckled the sleeping child in the back, very careful not to wake him, and rested him on his chest. Steve is downright envious that Bucky knows exactly when and how to soothe Grant. How when the boy jolted from being picked up, Bucky knew to cradle the back of his head. How he knew to gently rub his back to keep him asleep as they made their way inside Pepper's home.

"Oh my God," Pepper whispered, completely shocked to see her old friend standing there after he'd left them all those years ago. It took her exactly one moment to bounce back from the initial shock that Steve Rogers was back. She guided Bucky to the spare room where he could place the sleeping child. She took in the sight before him, the last time she'd seen Steve was at Tony's funeral.

Steve gently embraced Pepper, warmly greeting her after all the time he'd apparently missed.

"Morgan's really excited to see Grant again, though I'm pretty sure she's expecting a baby. I mean, what are you feeding him? He's gotten so big," she remarked to Bucky when he came back into the room.

Bucky chuckled, playfully clutching his chest. "Don't do that. You'll break my heart. In my head, he's still a baby. I'd like it to stay that way."

Steve couldn't help but feel left out of this entire interaction. And the way Bucky spoke, it was so different than the Bucky he knew. This was dad-Bucky. A side of him he'd never really seen from his friend.

It's a little more pointed once they finish catching up. Bucky's the one that asks the question, why did she call them? Bucky hasn't been seen in months since you died. All remaining Avengers attended your funeral, but he'd made it clear he intended to stay away, that your death was not going to mark a reunion between the Avengers.

Pepper sighs, directing them to Tony's former office. "I thought you should see this."

She pulls up the screen, zooming in on some fuzzy security footage. But Bucky and Steve could recognize you from miles away, sure it's fuzzy, but they are all certain it's you.

There's no mistaking it, your distinct features and the way you carried yourself, it's you and they all know it.

The question is how. How was this possible when you were supposed to be dead. When Bucky himself saw you get put into the ground.

The scene is so familiar, it leaves Bucky dizzy with deja vu.

It was not long ago that they were watching his image on various security cameras that they'd hacked into.

It's stunning, the woman he loves so dearly, in the same position that he was in. It hurts him in a way that he didn't think he could be hurt anymore, in a way that he hadn't felt since he'd lost you. He blames himself, all the signs he missed flashing in his head. The coroner that insisted your body was too mangled for an open casket. He'd seen pictures of the car accident, but he should've pushed harder. Seen the body up close. He should've done more.

He staggers back, wordless.

"Bucky?" Pepper says, but her voice sounds so far away. What is he supposed to do with this?

"Mom?" They hear Morgan call from just outside the room, interrupting whatever they just stumbled on.

"Hi, honey. How was school?" she asks embracing her daughter.

She turns to embrace Bucky, out of all of the Avengers, Pepper was one he hadn't totally lost contact with since you passed.

Bucky knows how close you and Tony were, how you and Pepper helped each other through the grief. It helped that Morgan and Grant enjoyed spending time with each other, which made sense considering you and Tony used to be two peas in a pod.

Like adding more salt to an infected, festering wound, Morgan does not remember Steve, not really. The last time she was him was when at her father's funeral when she was barely 5 years old.

"This is Steve Rogers. Do you remember Steve? He used to work with your dad."

"Umm... a little."

The silence is awkward until Pepper sends Morgan upstairs to work on homework until Grant wakes up from his nap.

"How long have you been surveilling her?" Steve asks, while Bucky remains completely shell-shocked.

"From what I know she's only been active a couple weeks. They're not making much of an attempt to cover up her identity."

"You know there's a reason for that. They're trying to draw us out," Bucky finally says.

"So we go get her," Steve says like it's obvious. "We get her and bring her back to us."

Bucky can't help the way his head jolts at Steve's remark. Did he honestly think it was smart to just walk right into whatever this was?

He had other things to think about now, other responsibilities. Before you- you well whatever happened, you talked extensively about what you'd do in these scenarios.

You made it clear, no matter what happened Grant came first, the son you and Bucky shared came first. No matter what.

That was another reason that you were both okay with walking away from the team, neither felt the urge to tempt fate and ruin the little family you shared.

It killed Bucky- he desperately wanted to run to you. To get you back. To be able to have that happiness back, but he couldn't. There were other people who could bring you back to him. But he promised.

Bucky was all Grant had and Grant was all that Bucky had. He couldn't go walk into a burning building anymore without worrying anymore. If something happened to him, then who would Grant have?

And to him, that was enough to make his decision.

He turned around and walked out of the office, out of the house. He sighed in simultaneous anguish and relief as he felt the cool winter breeze hit him in the face. He doubles over, hand on his knees as he reels from all the news he just received.

"Bucky," Steve calls after him, it's only then that Bucky finally stands up. "Buck, where are you going?"

"You can go play hero all you want, but I have a kid to think about," Bucky says without turning around to face Steve.

Steve scoffs in complete disbelief, where was the man that claimed he loved you. He couldn't even begin to understand why Bucky wasn't jumping at the chance to get you back. "What? So you're not even going to try and get her back?"

"No, I'm not."

"Why not?"

"I don't have to explain myself to you, Steve."

Steve grabs for Bucky's shoulder, trying to get Bucky to look at him and possibly see reason. "How are you not jumping at this? We can have her back, Bucky. Do you even care about her? Or are you worried that once she's back, she won't go back to you?"

Bucky abruptly turns, right into Steve's face, and shoves him away. "Don't you dare question how much I loved her. You of all people have no right."

They're both in each other's faces very quickly. Getting equally angry and shouting in each other's face.

Both of the large men can hear Pepper shouting at them to stop, trying to get in between them before things start to get physical. "You two need to calm down. We've got two kids inside."

"Daddy?" the small voice calls from the porch.

His eyes immediately flicker to Grant, who once again is not sleeping, but watching his father and dad fight over his mother.

This instantly stops him.

He doesn't hesitate to walk away from Steve and jog up the stairs to tend to Grant. He gently scoops the boy up, gently cradling the back of his hand with his metal hand, whispering apologies in his ear that he had to see him angry like that.

Bucky takes several deep breaths as he holds his son, he briefly wonders when he lost that newborn smell on his head.

He misses it, he misses you.

He walks back inside and sits down on the couch, clutching his son like a lifeline. He's not sure if he's soothing himself or the young boy, but he does know that they both need it.

"Are you okay, Daddy?" Grant whispers in his ear.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Are you okay?" Bucky whispers back.

He's not sure when the little boy developed the inclination for whispering, but for some reason he likes to think that his words are whispered secrets between the two of them.

You used to do that with him. He'd ask you a question in your ear and you'd play-whisper your response back. For some reason it always set the little boy into a fit of giggles, then you'd both start to laugh at Grant's laugh.

"'m okay. Are you mad at Stevie?"

Bucky's eyes flicker to Steve, who's watching the entire interaction. "No, I'm not mad at Stevie," he says to both his son and Steve, using the nickname that Grant gave him. "Just grownup stuff."

"Why doesn't Happy take you two to go get some pizza? Would you like that?" Pepper looks to Bucky for permission, and though he's reluctant to say yes, he knows that they will eventually need to hash out whatever is happening with you, and he definitely doesn't want his son to see him like that again.

"Can we, Daddy?" he gleefully asks, finally giving up on whispering.

Bucky sighs, but he's always had a hard time saying no to those big brown eyes. Your eyes. "Just stay with Morgan and Happy, okay?"

Like most children, Grant is unbelievably resilient - it's almost like nothing happened. He's bouncing with giddiness as Bucky straps him into his car seat and they drive off to whatever fast food place they beg Happy for.

Pepper is the one that approaches him this time. She gently rest her hand on his shoulder. "He needs her, Bucky. He needs his mom. And she needs you."

As he watches the car drive off, he doesn't turn around before asking, "So what do we do?"

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[safetycar-restart]

I imagine that Max cg/dom would just start giving him dume/Illogical punishments. When he Insist he get a one like.

Dom: fine if you insist on a punishment i'll give you one uh...you cant have.. uh raisinss of a week mister

Max: but Mommy i don't like raisinss. I don't think we have any in the house.

Dom: Well I guess it doesn't matter you cant have any.

And other stuff he do mot like in sub/litte space and more random stuff like no watergun fights in the dead of winter or no horre movies of a month

Or mabye making him write. I am a good boy and don't need to be punisht or I will not blame myself for somting I have no control over. On paper by hand like 20 times so that he dose not forget

Sorry for my bad english/gammer mistakes. English is not my first language and I'm very dyslexi.

Sony worry about your English anon!!! I can understand what you meant by this ask and that’s all that counts. And I absolutely love this idea. I'm gonna make this in the d/s au because of max's history of his bad past dom in that au, cause I think that makes the most sense here.

Firstly, the ridiculous punishments start when max requests a punishment for something that he absolutely doesn't deserve a punishment for. Maybe he made a mistake in quali? He still got on the front row, and as far as you're concerned he did amazing, but he missed pole position because he had to abandon his last flying lap from running wide and he thinks he needs to be punished.

His old dom would have punished for him that, and his dad would have called his old dom to confirm that he received a good enough punishment.

But it's completely different with you.

With you, rather than berate him when he got out the car, you immediately hugged him close and asked if he was okay, praising him for trying his best and making sure he isnt beating himself up too hard for his mistake.

It's such a sharp contrast to what he's used to and he has no idea what to do about it.

He doesn't get much time with you until after media, and even then he doesn't know what to do. He should be being punished right now, but instead you're trying your best to comfort him and he doesn't know what to do because he doesn't think he deserves this.

So he panics and called the safeword even though you aren't scening. You step back of course, asking him what's wrong and that's when he just babbles about how he needs to be punished.

You tell him that for the next week, he's not allowed to drink any almond milk. Max HATES almond milk.

He looks at you in confusion, reminding you that he hates that and you just smile and nod, telling him that it doesn't matter. That's his punishment.

You explain to him that he is getting the punishment he deserves, because he doesn't deserve an actual punishment for making a genuine mistake on track.

It takes a long time for that message to really hit home, but you stick with the ridiculous punishments the entire time.

I also think that making him write lines like that is the perfect punishment for when he really does need to be punished, like when he talks bad about himself or breaks one of the self care rules.

Often he'll end up crying as he writes, because you always make sure that what he has to write is something that he really needs to hear and it's always so difficult for him.

You always sit with him while he writes, letting him take breaks whenever he needs to and offering him plenty of cuddles and kisses, praising him for doing so well and promising him that he'll be forgiven once he finishes his lines.

[greenpidge101]

More it (book)quotes

Because I have nothing better to do :)

*Tw for graphic description of violence (Richie’s) *

Richie: here’s my lips! Mash them back against my teeth! Here’s my nose! Bloody it for sure and break it if you can! Box an ear so it swells up like a Calla flower! Split an eyebrow! Here’s my chin, go for the knock out button! Here are my eyes, so blue, and so magnified behind these hateful, hateful glasses, these horn-rimmed specs, one bow of which is held with adhesive tape. Break the specs! Drive the shards of glass into one of these eyes and close it forever! What the hell! (page 65)

Ben: Ben Hanscom had no sense of being lonely because he had never been anything but. If the condition had been new, or more localized, he might have understood, but loneliness both encompassed his life and overreached it. it’s simply was, like his double jointed thumb or the funny little jag inside one of his front teeth, the little jag his tongue began running over whenever he was nervous. (page 178)

Stanley: He wanted to tell them that there were worse things than being frightened. You could be frightened by things like almost having a car hit you while you were riding your bike or, before the Salk vaccine, getting polio. You could be frightened of the crazy man Khrushchev or of drowning if you went out over your head. You could be frightened of all those things and still function. But those things in the standpipe… He wanted to tell them that those dead boys who had lurched and shambled their way down the spiral staircase had done something worse than frighten him: they offended him (page 436)

Bill: We grew up. We didn’t think it would happen, not then, not to us. But I did, and if I go in there, it will be real: we’re all grownups now.(page 491)

Mike: Yo mamma (page 730) *I had too lol*

Sonia: I did this for you Eddie, she thought as she walked into the hospital with her head firmly up. I know you may feel a bit disappointed at first; that’s natural enough. But parents know better than their children. (Page 805)

Eddie: “Fight It!” Eddie raved at the others. “It’s just a fucking eye! Fight it! You hear me? Fight it, Bill! Kick the shit out of the sucker! Jesus Christ you fucking pussies I’m doing the Mashed Potatoes all over it AND I GOT A BROKEN ARM!” (Page 1043)

It: Little Friend… tell me, do you live all the cold dark out here? are you enjoying your grand tour of the nothingness that lies Outside? wait until you break through, Little Friend! wait until you break through to where I am! wait for that! wait for the deadlights! you’ll look and you’ll go mad… but you’ll live… and live… and live… inside them… inside Me… (page 1072)

Maturin It or Bill (I can't tell) ): (Chüd, this is Chüd, stand, be brave, be true, stand for your brother, your friends; believe, believe in all the things you have believed in, believe that if you tell the policeman you're lost he'll see that you get home safely, that there is a Tooth Fairy who lives in a huge enamel castle, and Santa Clause below the North Pole, making toys with his trove of elves,...... believe that your mother and father will love you again, that courage is possible and words will come smoothly every time; no more Losers, no more cowering in a hole in the ground and calling it a clubhouse, no more crying in Georgie's room because you couldn't save him and didn't know, believe in yourself, believe in the heat of that desire) (page 1074)

Beverly: But Beverly was now sitting with Eddie's head in her lap, cradling him. She had closed his eyes. "Go with Bill," she said. "If you let him die for nothing... if It comes back in another twenty-five years, or fifty, or even two thousand, I swear I'll... I'll haunt your ghosts. Go!" (page 1094)

[poisonouswritings]

The exception Sage in modern time but it’s the gang trying to put Sage and MC in ✨situations✨ to fuck with Sage.

The gang goes on a road trip but oh! There isn’t enough space in the car :((( Mc has a car? [tucks their keys under the sofa cushion]

oH nO u can’t find your keys and we have to go now :((

guess MC is gonna have to sit on Sage’s lap the whole trip.

Yknow,

to save space and all. faint snickering in the background

Mc on Sage’s lap and suddenly he is hyper aware of every bump on the road that makes them bounce on his lap. His head is swimming and he’s so close to them and God they smell amazing. The whole road trip is actually Sage trying to conceal his rock hard erection. Cue then stopping over at a gas station and Sage excuses himself to the bathroom to furiously jerk off. Trying to relieve some pressure because his mind keeps drifting off to how amazing MC would look bouncing on his cock instead.

on a more wholesome note though: MC nodding off and falling asleep on Sage and he's both cursing everyone and thanking every God out there for this. Making them drive more carefully so Mc doesn't wake up. He hears them softly snoring and he might actually cry. He's recording ever second into his heart.

Hehehehe,, love this trope so much,,,, reg bless ur whore-knee brain

GN!Reader, gods I have a nostalgia for road trips, Sage is going to lose his fucking mind, NSFW under the cut

Rime is,, not,,, that big of a fan of the situation. Sure he finds it funny and all but the fact that Sage is so sickeningly in love and too cowardly to do anything about it annoys the hell out of him. Oh, that big dumb muscle idiot can go fuck some rando in Rime's bed (and he still has no idea how the hell Sage got into his apartment because he didn't have a fucking key so) but he can't make a move on the crush he's had for fucking ages now?????

So he'll move things along himself. He gives Felix, Tulsi, Elowen, and Anisa a heads up because obviously they're all gonna be trapped in a car together and he needs to know they're gonna be cool with it. They are. And if it makes you uncomfortable then they can always abort the mission so

You seven have been planning this road trip for over a month. You show up at Felix's apartment (he's got the biggest car so it's the one you're all taking because holy shit Rime and Felix both have so many bags) at four in the morning, trying to blink the sleep from your eyes. Anisa pops out, shockingly chipper for the early hours, and helps you unload your bags and bring them into the apartment. You lock your car and toss the keys in the bowl by the door.

Rime comes to greet you. He's also surprisingly wide awake, helping Anisa dump your stuff in the entryway with all the other stuff that has to be loaded into the car. Tulsi (who is begrudgingly awake) offers you some tea. It Does Not Help You Stay Awake. In Fact It Does The Opposite.

Sage and Felix are sleeping on the couch. Elowen, also wide awake, is quietly stacking pillows on Sage's face to see if he'll wake up.

Ur honor I love her

Anisa encourages you to go rest your eyes for a couple minutes while she and Rime get some stuff organized to make the loading easier. You're tired so you agree, dropping into an armchair and passing out.

Rime, Anisa, Elowen, and Tulsi toast their cups (coffee for the first three, caffeinated tea for Tulsi) and get to work.

See, Felix has one of those eight-seater cars, the ones with the three rows. It's the only way all six of you will fit. Felix is gonna drive, Tulsi is gonna be in the passenger seat. Then Rime, Elowen and Anisa will share the second row.

Oh but the last row is a full row! That's still enough room for two people! Unless of course, they fold away two of the three seats to make enough room for stuff. Felix has to keep his books within reach :) and Tulsi needs her cooler full of energy drinks and snaccs :) and Rime needs his makeup chest so he can touch up while taking travel selfies :) and Anisa needs space to set up her little lap desk so she can do some work on her laptop :) and Elowen needs her sketchbook and case of pencils/charcoal/etc. nearby :) So :) you see :) there's really no way they could have packed the car that didn't end up leaving them one space short :)

Then they go to wake you up. Anisa sweetly explains that, oh, they don't have quite enough room to fit everyone so you'll have to sit on Sage's lap. Is that okay?

Well you can always take your car. The keys are by the- oh- what? Tulsi says they're not over there? You scowl and start to look around when Rime catches you by the shoulders. You guys have gotta get moving to avoid traffic. Your keys are somewhere in the house. You can find them when you get back. But if you're okay with it, the easy solution is just you sitting on Sage. Is that alright?

As much as they want to get you and Sage together already, no one wants you to be uncomfortable.

You take another sip of your tea, yawn, wave a hand, and tell them it's fine. Then go to the kitchen to put your now-empty mug in the sink. Meanwhile Tulsi and Elowen wake up Felix and Sage and quickly shove them out the door. The only reason Felix isn't bitching about being woken up so early is that he knows about the plan.

Sage is a little grumbly but Tulsi promises he can sleep in the car. So he wearily clambers into the back row. The sun is starting to raise and it warms the window. He leans against it for a little nap, eyes half-open and watching the others. Tulsi and Felix are hopping into the front. But why aren't Anisa and Those Two Assholes pulling the second row seats back up so they can-

And then you step out of the house. Your hair is a little rumpled from sleep and your eyes are barely open.

Sage's heart races. A flood of adrenaline rushes through him and he perks up. Oh you look so cute all barely awake like that and he can't help but think how adorable you'd be waking up in his bed-

And then you casually come over, crawl into his lap, slump against his chest, and mumble for him to put the seatbelt on.

...... Well He's Awake Now

Sage woke up today with morning wood. It's an (un?)fortunate coincidence. So when you casually plop your ass down on his bulge, wiggle a little to get comfortable, and lean your back flush against his chest,,,

Hahaha what the fuck??? He shoots Anisa a confused look. She smiles and says there wasn't enough room so he'll just have to put up with it. Then she and Rime and Elowen pull the second row up, effectively trapping you and Sage together.

Everyone loads in, does their little adjustments. Sage's face is bright red.

He is immediately glaring daggers at Tulsi in the rearview mirror. She casually grins at him, puts her earbuds in, and slides down in her seat to nap, making it clear Sage is on his own with this. Payback for all the times he teased her for being short.

Sage,, can't,,, put the buckle around both of you. You're barely awake at this point, but you grab his wrists and loops his arms around your waist. Then tell everyone to stfu so you can nap. Then pass out.

,,,,,,,, Sage Is Not Okay

The first two hours are spent with him trying to control his breathing and will away his throbbing boner. It doesn't help when the A/C doesn't really reach the back row. The others are talking but his heartbeat his too loud in his ears to listen. The two of are you in your own little world comprised of shared body heat, softness, and daydreams about what could be if he just got the courage to try.

Ooooooooh his head is spinning because you're so close and you're so soft and you smell so good and you look so cute when you're all peacefully snoozing and ooooooooh he cannot function

He,, doesn't want to be weird,,,, he really really really doesn't,,,,,,, but he's still sleepy because he didn't get much rest (Tulsi made him wake up stupid early and Felix's couch isn't that comfortable) and when your head is lolled back, cheek brushing softly against his, it really is all too easy for him to shyly rest his chin on your shoulder and close his eyes and try to relax. Try being the operative word. There's a certain part of him that's still way too tense.

It's painful but he's managing. You don't shift around in your sleep that much. Maybe that's because his arms are around you. As he slips in and out of sleep - in and out of dreams - visions of soft kisses and clasped hands and playful nips and casual confessions run through his head.

Then you wake up.

He's pulled out of sleep by your voice echoing in his ears. You're laughing about something and oh how the sound threatens to make his cock twitch a little. Especially when you're leaned forward, shifting the way your ass presses against his crotch. You've got your elbows on the row in front of you, your head between Elowen and Rime's as you watch him adjust his eyeliner in the mirror, laughing when he threatens to draw on your cheek. And when you laugh it sends a little vibration through you and then that vibrates his restrained dick and ooooh You Are Torturing Him. And then Elowen taps your nose with the butt end of her sketch pencil and you laugh again and lean back into Sage, wiggling your ass into his lap as you get comfy, tilting your head back to ask him how he slept. And then you're looking him in the eye, faces mere centimeters apart, while your ass unknowingly grinds against his cock?

h e l p

Sage spends most of the time glaring out the window, desperately trying to think of anything that will take the ache away. He's slowly losing his mind.

And then he makes the mistake of locking eyes with Elowen in the rearview mirror.

>:3

Elowen casually tells Felix that Oh, There's A Shortcut If You Just Turn Up There. And Felix hears the amusement in her voice and his Need For Chaos activates.

Felix turns onto the road. It's fine for the first half mile or so and Sage thinks, Hey, Maybe This Won't Be So Bad

...... And then the bumps start

OoOoOoOh He Is GoInG tO kIlL eLoWeN fOr ThIs BuT tHaT's AsSuMiNg He SuRvIvEs BeCaUsE tHiS iS tOrTuRe

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oH hIs SoUl AsCeNds

FoR tHe NeXt FeW mIlEs He HaS hIs FoReHeAd ReStInG AgAiNsT yOuR sHoUlDeR bEcAuSe HiS bRaIn Is LiTeRaLlY mElTiNg

AnD tHeN thE bumPs finaLly sLow dOwN. He cAn't exActLy catch his brEath just yEt but at leAst he doesn't NeEd to diE anymore.

And As he's gLaring oUt the window, dEsperately tRying to gEt his wits back about him (aNd keep hIs breathless panting hiDden) he fiNally sPots a repriEve.

A gAs sTation.

Luckily it's about then tHat the car cHimes that it's oUt of gaS. So Felix finaLly pulls off on the exit. The road is smooth again. Sage practically has tears of both frustration and relief in his eyes at this point and Holy Fucking Shit He Needs To Get You Off Him Right Fucking Now

It takes Rime, Elowen, and Anisa a solid few minutes to put their stuff off to the side,,, undo their seatbelts,,,, arch their backs and stretch out their arms,,,,,, wiggle their toes,,,,,,, oh their limbs fell asleep and if they try to walk right now they might fall so Sage has to be patient,,,,,,,, He's gonna kill them,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Anisa finally - finally! - pulls the second row down so you and Sage can get out. Sage is trying to help you out but he's so frantic that he inadvertently gives you a lil shove right on your butt. You trip a bit but Anisa manages to steady you. Sage doesn't even have the wherewithal to apologize, he just splutters out a desperate 'Bathroom!' and darts off before anyone can get a good look at him

It's one of those single bathrooms. Thank the gods it's unlocked. He has his pants unzipped before the door is even shut. Sweat runs down his forehead, his neck, his too-tight chest. He catches a glance of himself in the mirror and sees his face is beet red and there's a little bit of drool running down the corner of his mouth. He tries not to cringe. Hopefully you didn't notice. But there are more pressing matters in his hand right now.

Ooooh he lets out this soft hiss as soon as he grasps his cock because it's practically fucking raw. His knees are wobbly. He uses one hand to brace himself on the wall above the toilet. It's far from the most elegant place he's done it in, blowing his load into a dirty gas station toilet, but it's also not the worst place he's done it either so

He closes his eyes, lets out a breath, and very slowly starts to stroke. He has to ease his way into it or else he's afraid he'll pass out.

Fuck you were so cute when you were on him. The rough bumps would pull these little noises from you and as hard as he'd been trying not to pay attention, well, he'd been recording each and every one of those sounds deep in his brain, integrating them right into his fantasies. And he really can't shake the thought of your cute ass being naked and bouncing teasingly on his lap, his cock deep inside you as you moan and whimper and pull him closer and whine in his ear 'yes, God, fuck, don't stop, oh fuck please don't stop, I love you, fuck I love you so much, Sage-'

There's a slam on the door that rips him out of his daydream. He claps a hand over his mouth to hide any noises. His cock twitches in frustration in his hand.

"Sage!" You shout again. "You've been in there for ten minutes!! You alright??"

A shudder runs down his spine at the sound of your voice. He knows he should stop but he physically can't. His voice is strangled when he responds that He's Fine, He'll Be Out In A Minute! He's Just, Uh, Uh, Uh, Washing His Face!

"Well hurry up!" You call back. He can hear the roll in your eyes and the laugh in your voice. "Even with a little dirt on your cheek you'll still look very pretty!"

His knees wobble. He has to lean against the wall again. With nothing to use to muffle his whimpers he bites into his forearm, screwing his eyes shut tight as he desperately tries to hold himself together. But his hips have a mind of their own and they won't stop rocking into his hand. He's so so so close and the knowledge that you're Right There is driving him half insane,,,,,

He can just barely make out someone's voice, probably shouting from by the car.

"Okay!" You shout back. Then knock firmly on the door again. "Sage!"

All it really takes is his name on your lips to push him over the edge. "C-coming!" he groans, but really what he means is 'cumming' because lighting runs up his spine and his toes curl in his boots and his body goes rigid as he shoots one, two, three, four ropes of cum into the toilet. A tidal wave of warmth rushes through him and he crumples against the wall, gasping for breath. "C-coming... J-just... Give me a... A s-second..."

Gods he's drooling. Like a fucking dog. But he's too blissed out to really care at the moment.

You give an overdramatic sigh, a last knock on the door to remind him to hurry up, and head back over to the car. Everyone is standing around it, checking their phones or organizing the new snacks Tulsi got from the station store or snickering to each other. Rime and Elowen in particular are laughing. You go over and grab a snacc from the pile, opening up the package.

".... I think Sage is sick because it sounded like he was running a mile in there or something," You say nonchalantly. "Maybe I should buy him a Gatorade?"

Elowen and Rime start wheezing from laughter. Anisa is snorting into her muffin. Tulsi is grinning at her phone like she just won a bet. Felix is quietly sinking to his knees in barely-restrained giggles and laughter.

You give them all a confused look, shrug, and grab your wallet to go buy him an energy drink. Hopefully it'll help him feel better. There's still another couple of hours left on your drive after all!