#he's on edge all the time and constantly trying to figure out how to use people instead of just. chilling LMAO GROW UP

[todayisafridaynight]

[lixie-phoria]

summer sun forever (stray kids comforting their 9th member!reader)

pairing : platonic stray kids x fem!9th member reader

requested : yes

warnings - mentions of blood, description of poor parenting (lmk if i've missed any!)

genre - angst to comfort

jeongin thought it was normal, the way you would sit alone during group discussions giving your input only when asked directly.

seungmin though it was a habit, the way you would immediately pinch yourself if you made a mistake.

felix thought it was out of good nature that you would constantly appreciate his sunshine-like personality and inability to be mad for longer than a few moments.

han thought it was adorable, the way you would cover your smile while laughing at one of his jokes, trying to hold back any laugh that was louder than a giggle.

hyunjin thought it was just your strive for perfection that you would spend hours more than the other boys trying to perfect your choreographies, scared to mess up.

changbin thought it was a personal preference, the way you'd always dress up in lose clothing, rejecting anything that was too fitting.

lee know thought it was impressive, the way you could recognize any member just from his footsteps approaching your room or the way you always left one ear uncovered when using headphones.

but chan knew. or he thought he did, at least. maybe it was brotherly instincts kicking in, but he knew these habits weren't healthy. far from it. it concerned him, but he didn't know how to approach you either.

his concerns were triggered for the first time when you dropped a glass at the dorms, sharp shards scattering everywhere. you didn't notice him rush to help you as he stopped dead in the doorway of the kitchen, watching you pick up the broken pieces with bare hands. he saw the way your hands were trembling and how a particularly tricky piece sliced right through your skin, blood oozing out. you didn't even flinch, sparing the cut a small glance before you went back to cleaning the floor. you didn't bother trying to disinfect it, opting to only run it under the tap and wiping it away with a few tissues. then you crumpled them up, making sure the members wouldn't notice the red on the paper and went about your day as usual. chan waited, patiently, expecting you to bring up the injury to anyone, but you didn't, so he thought maybe it was just a small cut. maybe it was just a small wound, after all.

you would tell them if you were really hurt, right?

the second time chan notices something wrong is when you hit your upper arm at the edge of the table during dinner. it had hurt, that much he knew from the way you yelped and rubbed the sore spot. he had laughed at your clumsiness with the others as you smiled sheepishly, ducking your head and running away to your room to do who knows what. he thought he saw tears in your eyes, but you didn't mention the bruise again, so they all thought you were okay.

but chan's breaking point was when stays themselves noticed something was wrong. he was scrolling through instagram when a particular reel caught his attention. it was of their dance performance, and the fan had zoomed into your figure - specifically your upper arm - and the large reddish blue spot was so strikingly evident it took him three rewatches to make sure it was not an edit. how had any of them missed it? then another reel came up, and it was you wincing slightly as lee know jokingly shook your hand, the same one you had cut while cleaning the glass. and it's like the pieces immediately fall into place.

chan doesn't think twice. before he knows it he's out of his room and walking (more like storming) towards yours, and he doesn't bother knocking. but even then, you had been expecting him, because you're staring at the door with a small smile on your face.

"i heard you coming. is everything ok?"

it's the first time your keen observation skills concern him, but he doesn't answer, instead striding towards you and lifting your arm despite your complaints. when his eyes zero-in on the bruise that you had expertly been concealing, he sees red. he isn't sure why he's angry. it's not your fault. but he is mad, and he couldn't control it.

of course you could see it on his face, and it's like you go into auto pilot mode, snatching your arm back and immediately apologizing, making excuses that fly straight out of his ears. he tries to hold back, he really does, but he can't. and before he can stop, the damage is done.

"don't bother. you clearly don't trust us enough anymore."

in hindsight, that was probably the worst thing chan could have said to you. blaming you would only worsen things, but he's so confused and disappointed in himself. he didn't know what kept you on the edge so often, and it hurt him that you wouldn't open up.

and thus the apparent cold war began.

you weren't mad. no. far from that. you were terrified. you had disappointed chan, the one person who made you feel safe always. the one person you knew you could go to with anything. but you chose not to, and now maybe you never will be able to. and it was like you were a teenager again, crying yourself to sleep every night, cautious of every word you spoke, and jumping at the slightest raised voice.

chan wasn't mad either. he was confused. he was hurt, a little bit. and he regretted the words he had carelessly spat out. it clearly hadn't been the right approach and now it hurt him to see the way you would tense whenever he stepped into the room, not making eye-contact and apologizing profusely to everybody for the smallest mistakes.

he thought giving you space was the best option for now. but in hindsight, that was a terrible decision too. he didn't realize how angry he was coming off as. he didn't know that not just you but all the members thought he was giving you the silent treatment. and for you, that hit too close to home. literally.

"ynnie, do you want some more soup?"

felix is met with a timid yes as he happily pours you another serving. but even his bubbly smile couldn't diffuse the obvious tension in the atmosphere. the other 7 didn't know the details of what had happened. chan knew you would want to tell them yourself if you told them at all, but they knew it was bad. because now you barely smiled and chan always seemed tense.

"and salt?"

again, you only nod, reaching towards the jar he was offering, when it happens. all of a sudden. jeongin's arm brushes yours, and as his elbow pushes into your bruise, you yelp, the lid falling to the floor with a loud shattering sound.

the silence that follows immediately after is loud, and everyone notices the way you go completely still. unnaturally still, as though waiting for someone to yell at you. lee know recovers first, and as he bends down to pick up the fallen object, you flinch, and their hearts collectively shatter.

what was the matter with you lately?

before they know it, you're gulping the steaming hot soup down, hurriedly apologizing and making a bee line for your room. but this time, everyone can see the tears brimming your waterline.

nobody gets up, but nobody eats anymore either. the silence only intensifies until chan groans, burring his face in his hands.

"hey lix, you mind checking up on her? i don't think she's doing very well."

the blonde boy doesn't need to be told twice. he's making his way towards your room and when he enters, the floor slides from beneath him. you're curled up in your bed, trying to muffle your sobs that wrack through your body.

when you see him come in, your first instinct is to hide. to not show. but it's too late, because he's rushing towards you, embracing you in the warmest hug. its comforting, in a way you have never felt before, and that only spirals your break down further.

felix doesn't know what to do or say. he doesn't know what happened. he doesn't know what could make you feel better, but it's so incredibly heart breaking the way you curl up into yourself as though trying to reject any help that it brings tears into his own eyes.

it isn't long before the others come following, and when chan sees you it's like a part of him dies. you look so small, so hurt, so breakable. and deep down, he knows this could have been avoided if he'd thought twice before lashing out at you.

"yn."

his voice is soft, and when you notice him you're scrambling out of felix's grasp, and he almost thinks you're trying to get way from him. but then you're throwing yourself into his arms with apologies tumbling out along with your sobs. he tries to calm you down, running a hand through your hair, but you're inconsolable. they have never seen you cry like this before.

"calm down, angel. please. talk to me."

it's the first time chan has spoken to you in more than a week, and you hadn't realized how much you had missed it. how much his silence had been affecting you.

"please don't be mad at me." you whimper as chan guides you sit on your bed, the other 7 hovering around unsure of what to do but concern reflecting in each of their eyes.

"mad? i'm not mad, ynnie. i'm concerned."

his words come as a shock.

he's concerned?

"but i'm crying."

"that's exactly why i'm concerned."

"oh."

you've never heard these words before. you never thought you would. growing up, showing emotions was a big no. crying was almost a taboo. showing emotions was for the weak, as your parents would say. they didn't wish to raise a weak daughter. nobody ever showed you concern. it was either anger or silence.

you've run out of tears, but dry sobs still shake your body every few seconds as chan holds you closer, motioning for the rest to sit down.

"do you want to talk about it?"

you shake your head. no. you were bad at talking about your feelings. they didn't have to know. it's not that important.

"you have to open up at some point, yn."

"i don't want to burden you guys."

"burden us?"

even seungmin, who usually stays expressionless during conflicts, seems appalled.

"yn, your emotions are not a burden."

"that's not what mum used to say."

you didn't mean to say it out loud, but it slips from your mouth and they all seem to have heard it.

chan's grip on you tightens. none of them knew much about your family. you didn't like talking about it. now it was slowly coming to them exactly why this preference could be.

"you can trust us, you know? we want to be there for you."

"i do trust you."

"then why won't you tell us what's wrong."

"don't want to annoy you any further."

the guilt gnaws at chan as felix pulls you away from his grasp, snuggling you into his side.

"yn, i wasn't mad. i was trying to give you space."

"i thought you were ignoring me." and in a smaller voice you reluctantly add "like my parents used to. everytime they were mad."

even han is somewhat misty eyed as felix runs calming circles against your upper arm.

"we would never give you the silent treatment."

"yeah! we love you way too much for that."

"is that why you're so closed off?"

"changbin! you can't just ask her that."

you giggle tiredly, earning a small smile from chan.

"it's alright. i'm glad you asked binnie. i think i'm ready to tell you guys."

they're all attentively waiting, and you shift uncomfortably. you never thought you would have this conversation.

"growing up, my parents didn't encourage me to express myself very much. i wasn't allowed to make mistakes, and if i did, they would give me the silent treatment for days on end. i hated it."

your voice is so small and fragile it breaks their hearts a little more.

"i've gone weeks trying to get my mother to speak to me normally. to act like she cared. but she'd always be so cold, insistent on punishing me for every little thing."

"and-" your voice broke, making hyunjin join felix in smothering you with cuddles.

"take your time, yn."

you hum, closing your eyes to stop the fresh wave of tears.

"and when chan stopped talking to me, i felt terrible. i thought i disappointed him too."

there was no more place, but chan joins the tangle of you, felix, and hyunjin as well, rubbing a soothing hand on your back.

"i'm so sorry i made you feel that way ynnie. i had no idea."

"it's not your fault," you admit, leaning into his chest.

"are we good now?"

"i hope so."

chan lets out that breathy laugh of his which you've grown to love over the years.

"don't ever hide your feelings from us, ynnie. you're a part of us. we don't want to see you hurting."

felix bops your nose as you smile, and it's all so corny and sweet, but it's also exactly what you need.

"now can we please have a movie night?"

"yah! jeongin. give her some time."

"no no, i'd actually love that. please?"

they're all ready to do whatever you want. it warms your heart and you almost cry again. nobody ever did this for you. you learned to think you didn't deserve it.

but here these 8 boys were, scrambling around trying to a build you a pillow fort and searching the shelves for snacks, yelling at each other across the house.

and as you're sitting there, you think that this could be your favorite site. they could be your favorite people. this could be your favorite memory. this feeling of being at home could be your favorite forever.

©lixie-phoria, 2023 taglist : @foxinnie8 @hamburgers101 @starlostlaiba @jiisungllvr (send an ask to be added/removed)

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Cod - Teaching you their language

Requested: No

Warnings: ✨Spice✨, slight Angst, Reader doesn’t speak the character’s language

König

König is a patient teacher and also quite a bit excitable when it comes to the topic of his language. He’d love nothing more than to speak to someone else in his mother tongue, as it is less nerve wracking for him than trying to carefully pronounce things in English. He’s really good at answering any questions you have, and is gentle when he corrects your pronunciations or words you’ve mixed up. That being said, because he’s so excited, he sometimes forgets that you can’t speak the language as well as him, so he’ll go on long rants or explanations in Austrian-German without realizing it until he waits for an answer from you and you just stare at him blankly.

Krueger

Krueger is much less patient than König and he’s also less excited. It’s been a long time since he’s spoken to anyone in his language, and he’s constantly insecure about how his accent has been changed over the years, and he’s constantly doubting if he’s even speaking the language right, even if it’s his own mother tongue. But once you two really start to make some progress he’s much more relaxed, and even finds it a bit soothing to be able to speak like this with someone again. He’s not the most patient teacher with you but he’s not the worst either. Some days are worse than others but that’s mostly due to his own stresses and for reasons already listed above.

Alejandro

Alejandro is SO glad you asked. You can’t tell exactly what’s on his mind but what you can tell is that it’s something devious, if the smirk on his face is anything to go by. He takes great joy in focusing on anatomy first and foremost, taking a marker to you, writing down pure filth on your skin, words like “*Propiedad de Alejandro” and “*Tócame” and “*Mía/Mío”, sucking and nipping at whatever correlates to the words that you manage to pronounce at least semi correctly. Of course he’ll teach you things beyond that but he’s just really excited to use this to his advantage. He may or may not have had this exact scenario as a fantasy for a while now.

Roach

Roach is happy to teach you BSL! Sure he can speak at times but it takes a lot of effort and it makes him uncomfortable, and it takes forever for anyone to figure out what he wants through vague gestures and charades. Not to say that moments like those can’t be funny but you get sick of them rather quickly when it happens so much. He’ll probably start by teaching you the alphabet hand signs and some simple words finger spelling, along with his name. (Which you later find out is not him signing Gary, but Roach.) He’ll even teach you some of his personal signs, like the ones he made for his teammates and that they’ve all vaguely come to recognize as them. You learn that yours in particular is actually the sign for Bug, what once was his secret nickname for you but that he’s kind of happy you now know, if only to see your smile whenever he uses it.

Gromsko

Gromsko, much like Alejandro, used this opportunity to his advantage. Except in a bit of a different way. He’ll be edging you throughout your “lessons”, cooing in your ear as you struggle to even read what he’s written down for you to practice, your legs trembling as he fingers you. If you get it right? He goes faster, hitting just the right spots. If you get it wrong, he stops completely, taking enjoyment in how you sob with dismay, pressing kisses to your shoulders as he whispers to you. “Shhh, *Kochanie. It’s okay. Try again.” He’ll tell you, a smile on his face that looked almost deceivingly innocent.

*Propiedad de Alejandro = Property of Alejandro

*Tócame = Touch me

*Mía/Mío = Mine

*Kochanie = Sweetheart

[carolmunson]

always something there to remind me (s.h.)

summary: ten years after the sealing of the upside-down, you and your fiance steve head to a cookout to unwind during memorial day weekend. with steve on edge after a rough half sleep full of night terrors, you hope the day can be salvaged by seeing the party and just relaxing, but a violent thunderstorm changes those plans for the worse. pairings: steve x reader, lumax, edancy. heavy on the steddie brotp tho.

tw: 18+ as always. this story deals with themes of mental illness and ptsd, it is only intended for mature audiences. descriptions of ptsd flashbacks, internal and external (please be advised they are dramatizations). partner violence (unintentional). drinking/smoking. discussions of mental illness. very moody steve but very soft steve. features some tense arguments. smut, like, very loving and passionate smut. this relationship is not perfect, it's also a depiction of a moment in time in 1997. the emotional load was very much a woman's job and i personally think steve would be 'too proud' to be 'too soft' about his stuff. so there are parts that seem kind of 'eh' but -- that's just how things were sorta. gif by @kingofscoops

His pill case sounded like a rattle when you took it from the medicine cabinet, taking it into the kitchen where he was shrugging on his freshly ironed polo. The ironing board and hot iron still set up by the counter. The black stone contrasted nicely against your cherry wood cabinets that he installed two summers ago. That was when you both thought he might be getting better: the night terrors were less and less frequent, the flashbacks far and few between, he was less tense, less irritable. Seeking you constantly for soft touches and kisses, any kind of affection he could pull from you he'd take willingly. Two years ago was your two year anniversary -- when he finally told you the real story. Why he had all those scars, why he can't sleep, why he wakes up in a cold sweat crying. Why you'd never been able to figure out which health care company was providing him with so much medication and therapy when he was working part time at the hospital -- it's because it was the FBI.

It was two years ago where they took you to an underground office where they told you everything. Steve sat next to you, gripping your hand so tightly you thought it might break. They reassured over and over that nothing was coming back, that everything was over, but that Steve and his friends will likely never recover emotionally and mentally from what they endured. Four years into things now, you were both his fiance and his nurse. You checked in monthly with his caseworking team, but in these last few months, they've had nothing but shaky reports. You wondered if maybe his mind just isn't as sharp as it used to be -- you both just entered your thirties, maybe things get knocked loose quicker when you've been to hell and back. "Here, honey," you say softly, putting his pill case on the table. He looks at them and sighs, amber eyes lingering on the 'Saturday' section of the pill box. "Let me get you some wa--" "You don't need to give me my pills every day," he says -- it's soft and sharp, "I know I have to take them. I've been takin' them for ten years."

You offer him a tight smile, "I know, Stevie..." You trail off. 'It's important that he feels in control of the situation, a lot of his role when he was in this situation was to protect others. Try not to baby him about it, he might be fragile, but he doesn't like to feel like he is.'

"It's just...I don't want a repeat of last year," you quietly remind him. He had gotten too sure of himself when he started to feel better -- missing days, stopping altogether, off and on.

He reaches for the pill case and pops open the Saturday square, tossing the main five pills into his palm and then into his mouth. Pain, anti-depressant, anti-anxiety, migraine, blood thinner. The heavy stuff sat in the cabinet above the fridge: Quaaludes, Oxycontin, Sumatriptan, Clozapine -- among others. Every day was a reminder to him that he didn't come out of this a stronger person. His dad let him know that at every visit, treating him like he had a son made of glass. "Don't," he says after he swallows, "Don't start with me."

Your eyes narrow in on the finger he puts up in warning and travels down to his big hand, a vein popping in his forearm and under the band of his watch. His bicep flexes against his polo, you follow it across the expanse of his chest and down the other arm, landing back on the pill case.

You knew last night what kind of day it would be this morning. Desperate reaches for you while he woke up from another nightmare, his damp chest up against yours while he hid his face in your neck. He hugs you so tightly to him so he doesn't float away, and you match his strength as best you can until he falls back asleep. Sometimes it takes hours of stroking his hair and soothing him before he feels safe enough to even close his eyes. In the years you've been together, he's been more and more embarrassed over these needier nights. 'It's just, baby -- I'm a man. I have to get over all this shit.'

"I'm not starting anyth--" "You are," he warns, eyes narrowing. He clenches his jaw, "Don't."

"M'sorry," you breath out. You take the pill case when he sets it back down and bring it back upstairs to the main bathroom. You refill the case before placing it back in the medicine cabinet with a sigh. When it closes you look at yourself in the mirror, no longer the fresh 26 year old he met at the hospital admin desk when he started his part time job as an assistant in the children's psych floor. Gaining hours towards getting his pediatric therapist licensure to help kids who were like him and his friends -- well, sort of. To some extent. You smooth over your button down dress, his favorite one in your closet -- navy blue with beige flowers littering the fabric. It flounces over you in dips and swoops, falling just under your knee. Another sigh and you grab your purse from the bedroom and slip on your sandals, clip clopping down the stairs where you hear him grab the keys. Another Saturday morning where the group gets together and just hangs out, even though Steve sees Eddie, Rob, and Dustin pretty often throughout the week. They've been doing it for years now, but the outside buzzed with the promise of summer, Memorial Day weekend making everyone feel more at ease. Everyone except Steve.

He slams the car door when he gets in the drivers seat, making you jump in the leather of his Lexus. He runs his hands over his jean clad thighs, having grown in size over the last six years with age and trips to the gym. 'I just wanna be in like, peak physical condition if anything tries to come back. I wanna be more ready than when I was a kid, y'know?' And while the muscle was certainly titilating, it made for a very wary you when things went left. "Don't be like that, Stevie," you say softly, your voice calm and gentle like it is with patients on the floor, "I promise I wasn't trying to get on your case. Do you -- I don't know, do you wanna just stay home?" "No," he snaps, looking ahead toward the road as he starts the car, "I didn't pack a cooler full of all the shit you made for this cook-out just the stay home." "Can you relax?" you ask a little harsher than you planned, "Are you even good to drive?" "I'm good. To drive," he says through gritted teeth, pulling down the street. "Are you sure? 'Cause -- Honey you -- you didn't sleep so good last night and I --" He hits the breaks hard, stopping short at a stop light turning to look at you, tilting his head a bit to glare at you down the slope of his straight nose.

"Drop it," he says, the tenseness in his voice sends a chill up your spine. "Stevie I'm not trying t --" "Drop. It." he warns again, "Don't make me raise my voice at you." "Don't talk to me like that," you say sharply while he pulls the car forward when the light turns green. "Then don't talk to me like I'm a fucking child," he snaps back. "Well maybe if you didn't have an attitude with me like one I wouldn't have to," you cross your arms over your seat belt and huff. He shakes his head slowly, tongue tight between his teeth. He thought he knew better than to fall in love with someone who had a tongue as sharp as his. "You're askin' for an argument when you say shit like that to me," he says lowly, the Lexus crunching over helicopter seeds while he navigates through the neighborhood. You see his shoulders rise and fall while he attempts to steady himself -- fuse lit and ready to blow. "I'm sorry," you follow up, a deep breath filling your chest. You uncross your arms to lean your elbow on the edge of the window, resting your cheek in your hand, "I didn't mean that." "You did," he responds, tight and frustrated, quiet. He hastily reaches into his back pocket with one hand, eyes still on the road. Steve pops a cigarette between his full lips and you sigh at the sound of the lighter flicking. “What’s wrong now, hm?” he asks while the cigarette dangles from the corner of his mouth, “What’s your problem?” “Nothing,” you say – it’s something. He takes a drag and blows the smoke out the open window, “It’s just that you bought that pack yesterday and it’s already half way gone. You always chain smoke when you –” “Give me a fucking break,” he snaps, voice raising with each word, “God, can you let me have fuckin’ anything?” “No Steve, I guess not. God forbid I look out for your heal–” you start sarcastically. “Look out for yourself, baby,” he says sharply into the rearview so you can see his glare, “I’m doin’ just fine without you on my back.” You bicker the rest of the way to Ed and Nancy’s house, he only raises his voice one more time. 

Eddie and Nancy's wedding was one for the ages, something about the mixture of straight laced and all over the place that made sense when they tied the knot. The pair, you were told, seemed unlikely until Eddie was in recovery after being removed from the Upside Down. He was down there for six months, tested on for another six. The Party and the older kids would visit him every day, keeping him updated and fed and hydrated. They'd cheer him on when he made advances in his mobility -- but for the most part he just needed rest. Nancy was working a lot, throwing herself into journalism like she always wanted, so she'd come to the hospital late. She wasn't really one for small talk so instead, she'd just read. She'd read aloud while he was asleep, her voice slow and calm -- stoic. Keeping him lulled like still water, she didn't even know if he knew she was there. One night, she picked up where she left off on the first installment of Lord of the Rings, continuing in her soft stoic voice. She watched him lay there with his eyes closed, breath steady, the beeps of the hospital machines in quiet rhythm with him. She at frist felt silly before she started, but maybe in his dreams he could hear her, and maybe just maybe if she does something fun, he won't have nightmares tonight. So she tries it...she puts on a silly voice for Samwise, and she continues with her silly voices. Gruff and manly for Aragorn, gleeful for Sam, some weird form of Scottish for Gimli. She bites her lip, smiling as she tries each one, shaking her curly head at her ridiculousness and stops. Then she hears it...the low rumbling giggle from Eddie in his hospital bed. "Keep going, it's funny..." he said with a grin, eyes still closed. "You can hear me?" she asked, trying to stifle her giggle. "I can hear you every night," he said, eyes peering open slightly, "It's the best." "Do you want me to keep reading?" she asked with a blush. He nods, a soft grin pulling up on his lips while he eyes closes again, "Only if you do the voices."

When you park in the driveway it's clear that the rest of the group arrived before you, their cars already Tetris'd into their places. Steve lugs the cooler out of the back seat with a grunt, hoisting it to rest on his broad shoulder. You roll your eyes at his machismo, like someone is watching him at all times and he has something to prove. You both walk to the back, the sounds of music and conversation and laughter bubbling louder and louder as you get to the gate of the yard.

A symphony of 'Heeeyyy!' and 'There he is!' and 'Finally!' come from the group as he opens the gate and you follow in toe. Eddie comes over quickly to help with the cooler, his hair still as long as it was when he was 20 – the only real updates being his five o’clock shadow and the ring in his nose. A few more weary tired lines by his eyes. His home made Iron Maiden muscle tee had a small sweat mark by the neckline – they must’ve been out here getting ready all morning. “Hey man,” he grins when the cooler gets set down, pulling Steve in for a tight hug. “Hey,” Steve smiles, patting his back hard, savoring the hold. “You alright?” Eddie asks when he lets go, putting a hand to his face, “You feeling okay?” Steve smiles tightly and nods but Eddie only half buys it, returning his look before turning to you. He comes forward, kissing both your cheeks with his full lips, scruff scratching at your skin, “Hi, sweetheart.” “Hi Ed,” you grin, watching everyone else come up to say their hellos. “Where’s Nance?” Steve asks, but his question is answered when she waddles out of the sliding door of the kitchen with a pitcher of lemonade. From the back, you’d have no idea she was seven months pregnant, but from the side – let’s just say, it was gonna be a real big boy. “Honey, what did I say?” Eddie calls out, walking over to her and taking the pitcher. “It’s not even heavy,” she chides back with an exasperated eye roll. You giggle at their bickering, listening to their sweet back and forth with a gentle ache in your chest. You wonder if Steve will be the same way when you’re pregnant. You wonder if the back and forths will sound so sweet, so innocent, so soft. Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the cooler opening, turning to look and grab what you can to put in the fridge inside. Steve takes the meat out to put by the grill and a few appetizers that you put together last nice. You take the icebox cake and chocolate covered strawberries, hurrying with them through the sliding door into the kitchen. “I know, mommy just thinks she can do it all,” Eddie coos, resting his hands on Nancy’s stomach while she slices cheeseburger toppings on the counter, “She just won’t rest, are you gonna be like that too? You gonna run me ragged? You gonna be just like mommy?” Nancy laughs and it’s half airy, half from deep in her belly, “Look, it’s just better if I’m active so that I’m not surprised by it when he’s born.” “I know,” he says, kissing her cheek, “I know. You still love me, Wheeler?” “Love you always,” she grins, blushing when she sees you come in with desserts, “Oh! Oh my goodness, let me help you!” “I got it!” you say, “Just hope there’s room in the fridge!” When everything’s loaded up you give each other a hug, watching as Eddie and Steve have a mildly stern conversation about who is grilling what. ‘It’s my grill.’  ‘And? It’s my meat.’ 

“Do you think they should just kiss?” you ask while you watch them. “Honestly, I feel like they need to at this point," she laughs, "Go on outside, I’ll be out in a few,” Nancy encourages and you make your way back out into the very early summer heat – mugginess starting to soak the air around you. Before you know it, you’re already being pulled over to the picnic table to watch a game of Magic the Gathering between Lucas, Max, Dustin, Mike, and Will. El doesn’t come back to Hawkins very much,so you’ve been told – she’s the only person from the group you haven’t met. “So is this like D&D?” you ask, resting your cheek against your palm while you lean on the table. “Yes and no,” Max explains, looking at her options, “It’s like…” “Like poker but D&D,” Dustin says, making Mike, Will, and Lucas snort. “I think that’s the easiest way to explain it to you,” Mike says. “I trust that,” you laugh with them. You’ve been consistently hopeless with trying to learn the mechanics of Dungeons and Dragons but still enjoy watching, loving it more when Steve decides to join a campaign. He lets loose in ways you’ve never seen when he does, smiling and laughing, free like a child in the summertime. The sun beating on your back suddenly disappears when you hear Steve come up behind you with a hand on your shoulder, “Can I have my glasses, honey?” “They’re in the glove box,” you say, turning around, “Why do you need them?” “Oh, is Erica making you read her thesis outline?” Lucas asks, “Just tell her to buzz off. She already passed it in.” “Sinclair – don’t be an asshole,” Steve gives him a look that can only be described as ‘bitchy’, “She wants some assurance. We need another psychologist in the family, and she’s obviously the only one smart enough to get it done.” “Rude,” Max deadpans, flicking her eyes up at him. “You’re rude, twerp,” he says back, he turns back to you after sucking his teeth, "My glasses?"

“I just said, in the glovebox,” you repeat, a little sharper than you meant to. He lets out a huff through his nose, looking at you like he can’t believe you’d get snippy with him before stomping off toward the gate of the yard. “Is he alright?” Dustin asks quietly, “I saw him on Thursday he just…I don’t know, he seems a little tense.” “He had a bad night,” you explain, toying at a splinter in the wood, “He’ll be okay.” The sun disappears again but not from the expanse of your fiance’s shoulders and chest, but from a thick cloud moving slowly across the sky. The relief from the heat is almost welcomed until you feel the humidity raise a bit in the air – a little too tight, a little too suffocating for your taste. 

The party is in full swing while Meredith Brooks’ ‘Bitch,’ blares from the boom box, Nancy and Max screaming the lyrics with abandon while the boys groan. You smile at how much fun they’re having, the afternoon going smoothly enough that you haven’t had time to notice how cloudy the sky had become. Your eyes linger on Steve, glasses on while looking at Erica’s thesis outline with her on the back porch. He had a pen in one hand and a cigarette in the other, the fifth one in the last hour and a half.  "You got something here," he says to her, tapping his pen while continues reading, "Your argument's really strong -- especially about the rates of homelessness, it's almost always trauma related." "Well -- I am me," she says. He raises his brows and nods in agreement. "Can't spell America without Erica," he teases. You watch him, how gentle he is and how he taps through outline, asking her questions about how she feels about the finished thesis, where she got it bound, if the articles he sent over were helpful. They speak in words you don't understand, but it's okay -- he looks calmer, brows softened while they talk, so encouraging. "I'm a bitch, I'm a lover, I'm a child, I'm a mother, I'm a sinner, I'm a saint, I do not feel ashamed --"

Eddie's rasp pierces the groups singing and conversation as he belts the lyrics next to his wife. Everyone looks up to watch him go, laughing as he does. "We should cover this," he grins, "Me and the guys, we gotta cover this at the next show." "So you can get boo'd off the stage?" Mike laughs. "So I can make sure your ass doesn't get in the bar?" he asks back. Mike scowls while Dustin laughs at him -- it's always smarter to not try it with Eddie, he'd always get you back ten fold. With a jolt, you feel something cold hit your hand, looking down to see a water drop splat against your skin. Then another, and another, and another. After the fourth or fifth, the rain starts to come down -- and then it starts to pour. "Alright!" Nancy calls, "Everyone grab something and head inside." The Party rises, wincing as the rain pellets down on them while everyone grabs a foil tray or covered Pyrex filled with food. You follow suit, hurrying inside with the undressed cheeseburgers and buns, laying them safe on the counter in the kitchen. Everyone else starts to file in, Steve and Eddie turning off the grill while the sky starts to darken significantly. The first rumble of thunder sends everyone's face to a flat line -- you wished Robin wasn't spending the weekend in New York City so that you'd have someone on the front lines with you and Nancy to keep everyone at ease. Nancy and Robin definitely had their moments but had a much tighter grasp on the world around them now.

A few flashes of lightening crack followed by deep rumbles of thunder. Boom, crack! Boom, crack, crack! You notice everyone resettle themselves around the kitchen table -- jittery, quiet. You sit down across from Steve while he looks down, following the woodgrain with his finger. You keep your gaze on his chest, watching for a tell -- he swallows the frustration he feels from having your eyes on him. "It's alright guys, just a storm," Nancy reminds everyone gently while she brings in the last of the food from outside. Eddie gets her seated before opening things back on the counter, the kitchen smelling like barbecue while he opens the foils. The conversations start around you again while you sit across from Steve, the tension sitting like a weighted stone in your chest. Another flash of lightning and that's when you notice it, the twitch of his hand. The thunder rumbles and he reaches up to rub his eyes with his thumb and forefinger under his glasses. Shit. "You okay, honey?" you ask him softly. He swallows, jaw clenching, "Mhm." "Okay," you nod, trying not to bring attention to it just yet, just incase it passes. The thunder booms again and he lets out a breath through his nose, he takes his glasses off and rubs his eyes more agressively. You tap your foot under the table and he can hear it, he can hear everything in the room -- the scrapes of foil on foil. The separate conversations. Eddie's laugh while he talks to Nancy. The clinks of silverware. Ice in cups. The drumming of fingers. Your tap. Tap. Tap. Tapping. Under the fucking table could you just stop tapping your fucking foot -- The next crack of lightening is so intense it shakes the house and everyone gets quiet. 'Just a storm', Nancy reminds, but her voice sounds far away. Thunder rumbles again in the distance and he swears when the lightening flashes through the windows it's red. He rubs his eyes again, a short burst of breath coming through his nose. 'Honey?' he hears you but its like he has cotton in his ears. The thunder rumbles again, the slick squelching of vines starts to creep into the sound of it. Another crack of lighting and the lights in the kitchen flicker. But when they turn back on Steve isn't with the group anymore. He's not even in the kitchen. He's back at the Creel House. 'Baby? Steve?' your voice is distant -- does Vecna have you? Did he find you? Is he taking you away from him? Steve whimpers, getting out of the chair, pulling at the roots of his light brown locks -- desperate to pull himself out of the memory, "Help, please..."

"I'm here, Steve," you say rounding the table while the rest of the group stands back, getting ready to help. Max grabs a boom box and Lucas runs to his car to grab his tapes with everyone's favorite songs on it -- just in case. Dustin approaches him slowly, hands out in front of him while Steve shrinks to the floor, back against the cabinets. "Steve, it's me, it's Dustin," he says calmly and slowly, "You're in Eddie's kitchen, Steve." But Steve only hears Dustin saying his name -- Dustin must be in trouble. "I'm coming," Steve says, eyes shut tight, falling further away. You watch as sweat grows on his hair line and neck, muttering a fuck under you breath. This was gonna be a bad one. "Honey, honey," you continue, kneeling down in front of him to ease his hands off of his hair, "You're okay, you're safe. I'm with you." 'Honey.' He hears your voice in the distance, searching for you in the blue black haze of the Upside Down, the thick particles of dust in his eyes. The slither of vines covers the walls and the floors while he ascends the stairs -- where are Nancy and Robin? Weren't they with him? "Nance?" You watch him call out for Nancy and she goes to get up but Eddie puts his hand delicately on her shoulder. He shakes his head no at her, "Just talk to him," he says to her. 'I'm here, Steve, it's okay!' 'It's okay!' But it's not Nancy's voice, it gets more an more deep, more gravelly, more like him. Steve flinches in front of you, soft 'no, no, no's slipping from his mouth. 'Stevie...' Where are you? Does he have you? 'S̷T̴E̶V̴I̷E̵.'

The sound of Vecna's voice booms in his ears, the thunder rumbling, the red lighting flashing to light up the house. You were never here -- Vecna tricked him. He breathes hard, looking around while the vines snake around, searching for him. "Okay, okay baby," you say hurriedly, watching him while he starts to hyperventilate. You raise your voice to get through to him, "Honey you gotta take some deep breaths for me, okay? Can you hear me?" Max and Lucas come back, smacking the tape into the radio and fastforwarding until Marc Cohn's Walking In Memphis crackles through the speakers. They both heave breaths while the song plays, leaning over the table to settle down from running. "You hear the song, honey?" you ask, "Can you hear it? Talk to me, Steve." You reach your hands up, sliding slowly up his chest to rest your hands by his jaw in a soothing touch. But for Steve in the Creel House, the vines have found him, slithering up his chest and around his neck, tighter and tighter against the wall. He tenses, big hands coming up and grabbing your wrists with a grip so tight you whimper. "No, shit, shit, shit! Fuck! STOP! NO! I CAN'T!" he panics, gasping for breath while his nails dig into your forearms and drag painfully downward why he tries to pull you away. "Ow, ow baby, hey, you're hurting me," you yelp out. He doesn't stop, eyes switching from tightly closed to open and unfocused while he reaches up to your biceps, clawing at them in defense. You reach out a final time. "Honey, honey, please, it's me," you say, tears balancing on your lower lashes while he rises, taking you with him. He handles you real rough, grabbing you by the shoulders and throwing you to the ground with a loud thud. And god does it hurt.

"HEY!" Eddie's voice booms out, gruff and loud like the rumbles of thunder outside. He gets behind Steve, pulling his arms close to his chest while Steve struggles against him. Erica and Mike hurry toward you to help you slowly up off the floor. You reel at first, wanting to run back to him. "Stay in front of her Wheeler," Ed warns, "You all stay right there." You stand behind Mike with Erica who takes your hand tightly in hers. You feel the pulse of pain in your arms when you look down -- gouges and deep scrapes, the blood shines in the line of the kitchen. You shake your head out of it and watch on as Eddie and Dustin do what they can to help -- the song continues to play in the background. "No, no," Steve whimpers, twisting his wrists in Eddie's grasp to break free, but in this state Eddie is stronger. He pulls him close, Steve back to his chest while they sink back down against the cabinets. "Shh," Eddie soothes, still holding him tight, "We got you, just listen -- you're in my kitchen. You hear the song playing?" Steve grunts, thrashing while Eddie hugs him tighter to him. "Steve, listen, listen to the song," Dustin says, "Focus on me and Eddie's voice, listen." Steve struggles, less intense than before, "Shh, shh, it's okay Harrington," Eddie soothes, rocking him slowly back and forth. "They need me," Steve cries weakly, breaths slowing while he pulls again at Eddie's hold, "Gotta save 'em..." "Steve," Dustin says again, getting closer. He rubs his shoulder slowly, pressing his thumb into the joint, "We're safe, all the kids are safe." "Safe..." he repeats back. Eddie sighs a little in apprehensive relief, letting go of one wrist to run a hand over his head, turning Steve's face into his chest and holding him close. "That's right, Steve," Eddie says softly, "Safe." 'Saw the ghost of Elvis, on Union Avenue, Followed him up to the Gates of Graceland And they watched him walk right through...' Steve can hear the lyrics, warbled and tinny in the Upside Down. 'Safe, safe, safe.' Echoing through the walls -- it gets dimmer. 'Now security they did not see him, They just hovered round his tomb...' Dimmer and dimmer. 'Almost over buddy, I can tell, we're right here. You feel Henderson?' A soft warm rub on his shoulder, the lyrics to the song, Eddie's voice. The sound of vines fade away, he hears the rain, it fades to black. "Walkin' in Memphis..." Steve whispers, half confused, while his eyes open and focus -- squinting in the light of the kitchen. Overwhelmed he looks around while the room tilts on it's axis. He grips Eddie's leg tightly to steady himself, he's breaths picking up again. "It's okay buddy, it's just us," Eddie says again, "You with me?" Steve nods, face cracking while he lets out a broken sob. You can only watch while Eddie flicks his eyes up at you in another warning to not come closer yet. Dustin let's go while Eddie starts to hoist him up, wrapping Steve's arm around his shoulder while he helps him to the guest room down the hall. "C'mon big boy," he says gently, "Let's get you some rest."

Things feel a little quiet after Eddie comes back from the guest room, he's tense -- no longer having fun the way he was before. His eyes are dark while he heads outside into the rain to have a cigarette. Lucas turns off the stereo and The Party sits back down at the kitchen table for a moment to decompress. They silently take out of the Magic the Gathering cards and start to set up again, Erica joins them seamlessly. When things seems a semblance of stable, Nancy gets up and takes your hand and leads you to the bathroom, "Let's check you out, alright?"

You sit on the toilet seat cover while Nancy takes out a first aid kit from under the sink. You listen while she hums the climax of Whitney's 'I Have Nothing' quietly, searching the medicine cabinet for some Bactine for your cuts.

"Are you okay?" she asks, taking both of your hands to outstretch your arms, she turns them to see the damage -- she tries to hide her face of disappointment but it's clear.

"I'll be fine," you say softly while she wipes down the gouges and scrapes, "I can take care of it Nance."

"No, you just -- just let me," she says softly. The Bactine stings -- so does the way she looks at you -- pitifully. You hear Eddie's boots clomp down the hallway before he shows up at the door frame of the bathroom.

"You okay, sweetheart?" he asks -- you wish people would stop asking. They only ask when they see him lose control. You do this all the time, you take care of him all the time.

"I'm okay," you repeat, "A little banged up, but y'know. It's okay."

"Does he do that alot?" Eddie asks, his jaw clenching, "Does he hurt you a lot?"

"This is one of maybe...I don't know -- four times he's gotten physical with me during an episode," you explain, "And you all know about them."

"Does he hurt you when he's here?" Eddie asks, tapping at his temple.

"No, Ed, don't be ridiculous," you sigh, exasperated that he'd even ask.

"Steve's not like that, Eddie," Nancy says, "We've been over this." "Well, here's the thing Nance," he starts, tense, "We're ten years out of this shit and no matter how bad my shit got I've never put a hand on you like that. Ever." "Eddie --" "No, no, listen," he says, "I don't like that, and I especially don't like that happening in my house in front of my pregnant wife." "And what would you like me to do about it, Ed?" you snap, "I can't -- fuck -- I can't fucking fix him for you." "I'm not asking you to fix him," he says back, a pain deep in his chest coming through with his voice, "I'm asking you to be sure that you still want to be a part of this -- your wedding's what -- October? You really wanna be worrying about this?" "For better or for worse, right?" you ask back, choking on the lump in your throat, "That's the promise." Eddie tucks his lips in, his own eyes getting teary while he scans the gouges that Nancy carefully puts bandaids over. "Ice your hip and shoulder for the first couple days," he mutters, biting the edge of his them, "After a fall like that. Then heat." You nod, quietly murmuring a thank you. "S'what my mom used to do," he says under his breath. Eddie scans you slowly one more time, swallowing hard before pushing off the door frame and walking back down the hall. You hear their bedroom door click closed in the distance. "You know how he gets," Nancy says, "Stuff like that y'know -- that's hard for him." "I know." She takes a washcloth, running it under cold water before squeezing it out. Droplets fall on the fabric of her light purple maternity shirt, leaving dark people marks on the top of her belly. She hands it to you. "Here, for his head," she says softly, "In case he's not all the way back yet."

You creep slowly into the guest room, seeing him laying on his stomach with half his face buried in the pillow. His sculpted arms tucked under it to give him something to hold. "Baby?" you ask quietly, "You awake?" He nods with his eyes closed and you look him over -- big hulking man who needs to be held. He hates it but you can't help but love him for knowing he needs it. You put the wet face cloth on the side table, sliding down next to him while he moves over to his side. In one swift motion you've replaced the pillow -- arms wrapping tight around your waist and up your back, one hand molding over your shoulder. He hides his face in your neck and you can feel his tears on his lashes and cheeks. His shoulders shake while he cries for a while, cold sweat damp on his shirt and the back of his neck. You never check how long he cries for – as long as he does. “I’m here,” you say softly, nails grazing his scalp in a steady swipe, “I’m right here.” You adjust a bit in his hold and you feel his grip tighten slightly, a soft whine of desperation leaking from his throat. “Don’t go, please,” he begs softly. “M’not going anywhere big guy,” you soothe, “This wedding’s already put us ten grand in the hole. Where would I even go, now?” You hear a soft ‘tsss’ come out of him, a tug of a smile against the skin of your neck where he hides. 

“Oh, is that funny?” you joke, still coasting your fingers through his hair. He groans, letting his arms let go of you so he can sit up, you can see the tension in his body still. Steve looks down at you with tear stained cheeks and tired eyes, beckoning you forward with his fingers. You sit up for your thank you kiss, his warm palm cupping your cheek while he holds you gently in place. He kisses once slowly, then twice, three times – holding the last so you know he means it. When you break away he rests his forehead against yours, offering a few shallow breaths. You stand up off the bed while he sits off the edge of it, standing between his thighs. 

"Did I hurt you?" he asks softly. He asks after every episode ever since he did hurt you back when you first started dating. A swift smack to the arm that stung for a solid twenty minutes afterward with the amount of power he put into it. It welted. He cried for hours. He wrote you love letters every day for a week. 

You nod, showing him the scratches and bandages on your arms, "I think you thought I was a vine or something. You threw me. Like, to the ground. It was pretty hard."

His lower lip quivers, "No, no, no." “No, Steve,” you assure, trying to calm him, “It’s okay, you didn’t know. It’s alright, I’m alright. It was an accident.” 

His face contorts while the tears start again, his big hands reach out to your waist, pulling you close to him, "It's not okay, it's not alright."

His voice raises an octave while he cries, "I'm sorry, baby."

"It's okay, Stevie, shh," you whisper to him, he pulls you in tighter, body shaking while pressing his nose against your cheek.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he cries, sniffling, "You know I didn't mean it."

"I know you didn't," you say back, your own cry getting caught in your throat. He sniffles again, leaning back to face you, both of his hands cupping your cheeks, his thumbs rubbing the apples.

"I love you," he says with a depth and intensity that makes the lump in your throat give way. You cry with him and it breaks his heart, "I love you so much honey, you know I’d never…"

You nod, trying to calm your cry the way he was able to calm his -- so used to swallowing it up even though you'd beg him not to.

"I – shit – I have to tell you something," he says softly, hands sliding from your cheeks back down to your waist and then your hips. He looks down at the small triangle of mattress between you and the apex of his thighs.

"What's up, Steve?" you ask, running your hands through his hair again soothingly, "What is it?"

He lifts his head up, eyes shutting at the comforting touch, but when he opens them he looks defeated -- guilty, "I haven't been taking my meds at night. I was -- was flushin’ them cause I just -- baby, I don't know. I can't keep depending on this shit."

"Steve."

"I know," he nods, "I know...That's why -- that's why my shit's getting worse."

"You're not just taking this stuff to take it," you say, cupping his cheeks, "It's to keep you here. It's to keep you with me."

"I know," he repeats, voice cracking again, "I'll call my shrink tomorrow I promise. I'll get back on track. Fuck -- I'm sorry -- and I'm -- I'm sorry I was so mean to you this morning."

"It's okay," you nod, pressing a kiss to his forehead. You drop your hands and rub his shoulder, "I think we should go home, alright? We can get on the couch for the night and just rest."

"Okay," he says quietly, nodding. He slowly gets up off the bed, a little dizzy, using you for support. You both slowly walk out of the bedroom, Nancy peeking around the end of the hall.

"Everything good?" she asks.

You smile at her, "Yeah, I think we're gonna head home."

She smiles tightly, heading into the kitchen where the rest of the group still sits, eating and talking. Their heads turn when you both come into view -- soft eyes and smiles.

"I'm okay, guys," Steve nods, barely able to meet their gazes, "It's fine."

Nancy approaches you with a few tupperwares filled with food and dessert, "We'll get the cooler back to you on Tuesday."

"Don't worry about it," you smile, gathering the tupperware in your arms. You watch as the group gets up one by one to give Steve a hug goodbye. Their movements are slow and controlled, warning touches on his shoulders beforehand to remind him ‘It’s just me, it’s just my arms, I’m hugging you’. Soft mumbled words of support, nothing too loud – don’t startle each other. Wraiths of the friendship they all shared earlier. Rehearsed reactions to all of their sensitive needs – if you’ve seen one episode, you’ve seen all of theirs. And you had, once or twice. “I’ll get a copy bound for you,” Erica says while she hugs him. “You make me so proud, Sinclair,” he smiles. Nancy walks you both to the door and you turn, “How’s Ed?” “He’ll call later,” she nods, a look behind her eyes that matches yours. You hug goodbye, share quick reminders about food for the baby shower and a few crafty decoration plans before heading to the car with a very tired Steve. The rain patters on the hood of the Lexus while you both sit in the leather interior, this time with you in the driver's seat. He rubs at his temples with his eyes closed while you rifle through your purse for a sandwich baggie of emergency migraine medicine. “Here,” you say, handing him the pill, “Before it starts to get bad.” “Hmm,” he grumbles in agreement, popping it in his dry mouth to suck it down.  “We’ll be home soon, okay?” you say, hand coming down on his thigh reassuringly, “Just close your eyes for now.” 

He takes the tupperwares when you get out of the car, fishing his keys out of his back pocket while he does. His strides are long while you hurry up behind him, following him into the house only to bump into his back while he’s stopped by the thermostat to turn on the air. “Sorry,” you say softly. “S’okay,” he replies back, barely above a whisper. He puts the food in the fridge while you head upstairs to start a shower, a ritual you’ve both come to learn well after days or nights like these. You take out the good soap, the shower oil, all the aroma therapy you can to get him to ease up. Anyone else watching you get things ready would assume it was about to be a very sexy time for you. On the same coin, these showers are probably the most intimate moments you have with each other. He comes in as the room starts to steam and you help him ease off his polo, you start on the buttons of your dress while he takes off his jeans and socks. He helps with your bra, both of you shedding your underwear at the same time before you step in. Steve soothes almost instantly, his muscles relaxing under the hot stream, sighing further while he gets soaped up. You don’t have to be in there with him, but you do. He needs you so close so he doesn’t float away. His favorite part comes near the end, sitting in the flow of the shower together while you wash his hair. His eyes flutter closed while your nails scratch and massage him – he swears his hair is even thicker than it was before with all the blood flow you encourage. You wash his hair twice, then deep condition, holding him to your chest while you wait the five minutes it takes to settle in. He leaves soft kisses on your collar bone, on all the marks he left on you in Nance and Eddie's kitchen. He holds your hand, so you can’t float away. You both end up on the couch afterward, the leather groaning beneath you both while you lay across the deep seat cushions, you lay on your back, he lays on his side against you. The heat of his bare chest warms you through your oversized sleep shirt. His soft sweat pants tangle up with your bare legs. You let whatever’s on TV play – reruns you guess, you’re thinking about too many other things. “How’s your head, baby?” you ask while his eyes shut, leaning on your shoulder. “S’fine, better,” he says, he lifts your hand and kisses your fingers before placing both his and your hand on your chest over your heart. The ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dum lulling him to sleep. You half watch TV for however long until your own eyelids get heavy. You click off the TV and opt to turn the stereo on low, just so he doesn’t get lost while he sleeps.

You wake up to oldies, music your parents would listen to on records in the living room growing up – songs that came out a few years before you were born. Oldies. It's dark outside but you can still hear the rain. Steve’s already awake, just watching you while his hand smooths back and forth over your sternum. “You snored,” he says. “Good,” you reply quietly. You both snort out breathy laughs, feeling the warmth of his lips as they smoosh against your cheek. “How you feeling?” he asks, hand coming up to rest on your cheek, sliding down the side of your neck. “A little banged up,” you say, “Might bruise.” “M’sorry,” he says again, a tinge of guilty pink tinging his ears. “It’s okay,” you repeat for what feels like the thousandth time in the past six hours. “You looked really pretty today,” Steve says gently, almost sheepish, “I should’ve told you.” “You looked really handsome,” you say back, “But you were kind of being an asshole so I didn’t want to tell you.” “You should’ve told me, it probably would’ve cured my PTSD,” he says seriously but sarcastically, “Could’ve saved the entire afternoon if you just said how good I looked. Prob’ly wouldn’t have had an episode.” “You’re such an ass,” you laugh, smiling. He leans in to kiss you and it’s the kind that makes you too weak to stand. That kiss got him a second date, it proved that they said about old King Steve in highschool. On the stereo, Sherry Baby bleeds into Unchained Melody.

His hand reaches up under your neck to tilt you up toward him, tasting your tongue with his, guiding you with his kiss, “Angel…” he murmurs. He breathes through his nose while he keeps his lips pressed to yours, desperate to stay here in this moment, attached to you. “Steve,” you say softly, breaking away, “Stevie…” “Please,” he whispers, nuzzling your nose slowly, “Please.” “Lemme take care of you.” “I…” your thoughts trail off while he kisses your neck, sucking and nibbling gently at the spot just by the hinge of your jaw. He waits for your soft sigh, the tilt of your hips towards him – your allowance. He grins when he hears the air pass your lips, the realignment of your spine beneath him while he settles between your squishy thighs. His hands travel south, pushing up the hem of your big t-shirt to your waist, holding you there for a moment while his kiss takes over your mouth again. He tugs your cotton panties down, breaking the kiss while he sits up on the couch to slide them off your ankles. Steve looks down at you with an expression that makes your breath catch in your chest, serious – with supple lips, needy eyes. He leads himself back down again, big hands sliding down the sides of your thighs over your hips to your waist again. Instinctively, your legs spring up to wrap around him while his hips align with yours, feeling his strained cock in his sweats against you. “Jesus…” he whispers again, eyes fluttering closed. He buries his face in your neck while you rock slowly against him, the pressure and friction against the underside of his erection sending low volts through his body. “Mm-mm,” he grunts, shaking his head ‘no’ while mumbling, “It’s supposed to be about you.” “Well stop dangling it in front of me then,” you giggle quietly, he giggles too. The smile sends you reeling, his pretty teeth, the way his nose scrunches. He leans forward again to kiss, he just can’t stop kissing, can’t stop tasting your lips, feeling you against him. Steve’s hand reaches down to pull himself out of his sweats, pushing the waistband to the tops of his thighs while he uses the other to push one thigh out off the couch. “You ready f’me?” he asks huskily, tip dragging slowly from the pool of slick at your opening up in between your folds. He lets his thumb run in slow circles over your clit while he waits for your answer, your slow nod while you lean your head back on the arm rest gives him the okay. He eases himself in slow, the tip pushing past your opening with some resistance. “Open up a lil’, honey,” he mumbles quietly while he guides the tip in again, “Open up for me.”

Your little gasps float out of you and into the fuzzy part of his brain, gliding down his spine. You angle your hips upward, one thigh up against the couch cushions and the other dangling over the edge, spread as wide as you can. He holds himself above you with one arm, the other aiding in pushing himself further in, the tip finally breaching your core. He keeps guiding, slow back and forths while you ease open for him – taking him in, inch by inch. “Oh yes, mhm,” he groans to himself softly, “Thass–hmm-that’s it, angel.” He let’s go when he’s three fourths in, crowding over you, forearms on each side of your head while he strokes slowly to start – getting you used to him, accommodating his size. “That’s good?” he breathes. “Ye-yeah,” you breathe back to him. His mouth latches to yours again, feeling him guide your hands up beside your head, lacing fingers while he presses you deeper into the couch cushions. He keeps his strokes slow and deliberate, feeling every ridge of you inside, how you suck him in and hug him tight in place – but how he feels isn’t nearly as important. It’s the way your brows contort, the way you bite your lip, your whines into his mouth while he kisses you. Each slow thrust makes you coat him in a new flow of slickness. “C’mere,” he says into your jawline, letting go of one hand to sneak behind you at the waist, pulling you flush to him. The new angle makes you let out a whine while he hits a spot deep inside you, he grunts at the reaction, the feeling of you taking him in. His pace picks up the smallest tick, face centimeters from yours – your noses brush, lips barely touching while his amber eyes keep steady on yours. You let out short huffs, little whimpers every time the head of his cock pushes deeper with every roll of your hips. “S’nice, hm?” he asks, brows slanting, softening. “Mhm,” you squeak back, “S-so good, honey.” Your legs pull in again, socked heels resting on the top of his butt while he sighs at the change in pressure. “Thassperfect, god,” he hisses out, head dropping down to your chest, pressing sloppy kisses above your breasts while he gathers himself. He groans into your neck while wet warmth tightens over him, soft velvet walls coaxing him closer and closer to the edge. 

Steve’s shoulders flex while he balances on his forearms above you again, your forgotten hand taken by his, fingers interlocked. His face inches from yours while he looks at you, the way your eyes flutter, the soft parting of your lips, the high pitched  ‘Uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn,’s coming out of them — you’re so beautiful.

“So pretty,” he says to you, huffing a breath into a smile, “So pretty, baby.” 

You kiss him a thank you. You see him swallow when he breaks away, his eyes getting glassy. 

“S’gonna be okay,” he assures, nodding down at you, nose to nose, “We’re gonna be okay.” Slow thrusts  between statements. 

“Gonna get married,” he says, a groan flowing right down into your mouth while he kisses you, “Gonna be just like Ed and Nance, right?” 

You nod while his thrusts get more passionate, deeper.

“Yeah? That’s nice?” he asks, “Marry you? Take you just like this after the wedding?” 

“Yeah,” you gasp back, “Yes, Stevie.” 

“Give you a baby?” he asks in a low whisper into your skin, lips pressing against your cheek, his strong nose dragging against your cheek bone, “Give you so many babies. You want that?” 

“I want that,” you nod, face pinching while you feel yourself building up and up in a slow churn. 

“You want that?” he asks again, coming back to hover over you — tears in his eyes, “You want that with me?” 

You nod to each other while he embraces you in an old movie kiss, wrapping himself around you, pressing him to his chest while his thrusts get purposeful, controlled. 

“I love you,” he pants into your ear, “I’m yours, m’all yours.”

“I love you, too,” you rasp back, free’d fingers interlocking in his hair. He gets leverage on his knees, the leather of the couch squeaking under him while he repositions. Soft smacks of skin between you echo in the living room against the backdrop of the low stereo.   “Oh my god, Steve,” you moan out, “You’re – oh god you’re so deep.” “So deep, angel, Christ–” he huffs, trying to make a mental note of this position so he can remember it for October – really make it stick. His thought process stifled when your nails drag down his back, making his passionate thrusts quicken – a signature cocky smirk flick across his lips. “Mmm, that feels good honey?” he asks ��� he knows the answer. Your mouth hangs open in a silent scream, tears glazing over your eyes while he feels you pulse over him. Thank god the couch was leather. Watching you bathe in the afterglow of your orgasm he works you toward the second with ease, chasing his pleasure with each soaking thrust into you – so nice like this, so pliant – his little ragdoll. When he cums it’s deliberate, spilling inside you with your eyes on each other. You give one another breathless kisses, bodies interlocked, sticking to the couch in new found exhaustion. The phone rings. Neither of you get up to answer it. ‘BEEP. You’ve reached the Harrington residence – Did you forget my last name isn’t Harr– If you’re calling before October 1997 then it’s not just the Harrington residence yet but – whatever you know what I mean. Leave a message, we might call ya back.’

“Hey Harrington it’s Munson, um, just making sure you’re okay, man. Sorry I disappeared for a little bit there. Love you, call me back when you can. Bye.” 

thanks for reading. <3

[mncxbe]

what do you think about enemies to lovers with akutagawa x ada fem!reader with a really big sexual tension between them?

Yes. Just yes🫡 that's all I have to say. Hope you like it♡

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Laced♡

𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut♡/ one bed trope

Akutagawa didn't know how he ended up like this, sharing a bed with you in a crappy motel room in Shinjuku. He took a deep breath in, feeling the thin particles of dust tickle his nose and sneezed, mentally cursing his overly sensitive body.

From the other side of mattress you mumbled a half-hearted 'Bless you'

"Oh shut up" he hissed, his head snapping in your direction. You were laying on your side close to the edge of the ragged futon, a chiffon robe wrapped loosely around your frame. The neon lights that filtered through the windows illuminated your figure well enough for Akutagawa to make out the little bird drawings that adorned your nightgown.

"Your voice is pissing me off" he added, voice laced with venom as he took in your figure.

"Then stop sneezing and coughing every five minutes. I'm trying to sleep" you replied in a casual tone which only fueled Akutagawa's anger.

God, how he hated you and your composed demeanour; a futile attempt to prove that you were better than him. He vividly recalls your first encounter when his former mentor introduced you to him and the way your eyes scanned his figure with pure amusement. Oh, he resented the way you always looked down on him, thinking that you were superior only because you were working at the Agency.

The fact that you were constantly competing for Dazai's praise only made things worse. Each time the brunette would pair you up for a mission you'd go out of your way to ensure that you did just a tad bit better than him, whether it was stealing the target's phone, a classified file or simply taking extra credit.

And what was worse was that this wasn't even a fair competition: no matter how hard he tried to prove himself to his former mentor, you'd still get all the 'Good job Y/N'. All you had to do was breathe and Dazai would shower you with praise. It was so easy for you and it filled him with burning rage, a fire that grew hotter inside him by the minute; you were utterly insufferable and yet...

Laying beside you in this god forgotten room, Akutagawa couldn't bring himself to hurt you. He knew he could; you were both far away from home and the mission Dazai assigned you was dangerous. If you were to get injured it wouldn't come as a surprise. Plus, your ability was no match to his so he could easily kill you, destroying the source of all his anger and pent up frustration that plagued him day and night.

Still, something was holding him back; a force that he could not explain. He simply scoffed, gritting his teeth.

"I cannot fucking control it. Get your own room if you really can't stand my coughing."

You remained silent and the man cursed under his breath. After a while you rolled on your back and sighed.

"It's too hot in here."

"It's the middle of August, what did you expect?"

"Some air conditioning maybe?" you said in that condescending tone he so resented.

"You're so irritating." he stated, not daring to look at you. He knew that if he did he wouldn't be able to keep up this act and God knows what he'd do.

"Come on Ryuu. I know you don't actually hate me. You're just mad about Dazai liking me better"

Akutagawa's body tensed upon hearing your words. "Don't call me that."

"What, Ryuu? Why not?" you asked innocently.

"Because you know I can't stand it." he lied. He did in fact love the way his name rolled off your lips; it was so soothing but he couldn't bring himself to admit it. "And don't drag Dazai into this."

You let out a low chuckle "But he is part of this. He's actually the reason for all this. For us and-"

"There's no such thing as us" he spat, nails digging deep into the calloused skin of his palms.

He could feel you scoot closer to him, one of your hands gently brushing a strand of charcoal hair from his face.

"Isn't it?"

Your words lingered between the two of you, a heavy, unspoken truth. There was no you but both of you somehow wished there was. Despite all the resentment he bore towards you, Akutagawa knew there was something more to his feelings. He couldn't exactly pin-point what it was tho, but it seemed that you shared the same thought.

"What are we?" you asked eventually, fingertips sliding along his jawline as you moved even closer to him.

Your touch sent goosebumps all over his body, igniting his skin. Yet he didn't push you away. Instead, he turned to his side to face you.

"What do you think we are? We're rivals for fuck's sake" he stated and you would've believed him if it weren't for his arm which wrapped around your waist.

"Are enemies usually so desperate for each other?" you chuckled, cupping his face.

"I'm not desperate" he hummed as he began caressing the side of your body. His fingers traced the outline of your body over your robe, languidly sliding back and forth from your hip up your waist and along your ribs; causing you to shudder.

"You sure are desperate tho" he said, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. His slender fingers hooked under the loosely tied knot of your robe, undoing it.

A light hum escaped your lips when he touched your bare skin.

"Hey Ryuu." you purred, threading your fingers through his hair "Do you think things would've been different if we weren't in different organizations?"

"Not at all. I'd still hate you" he said plainly. Akutagawa was completely entranced by you; his mouth voiced of abhorrence but his hands spoke another language, gently cupping one of your breasts as he kneaded your soft flesh.

He pulled you closer until your lips were mere mere inches apart. "You don't think you could ever like me, do you? It would be so ridiculous."

"Really?" With a mischevious smirk on your lips you took his hand from your breast and guided it between your legs; Akutagawa gasped as his fingers brushed against your wet panties. "I think I like you already."

"You little..." he cursed under his breath as he closed the distance between you, lips finding your own. He kissed you deeply, feverishly and pushed you onto your back, climbing on top of you.

When he eventually broke the kiss he looked down at you, trying to ignore his forming bulge that pressed against your thigh.

You only giggled, tracing your thumb over his lower lip. "How about you put that mouth of yours to good use, hm?" you teased but Akutagawa noted the hint of urgency in your voice.

With a sly smirk on his face he slowly moved lower onto you, tracing feathery kisses along your heated skin until the nestled himself between your thighs. Each touch elicited sweet sounds from you which echoed through his entire being.

Before he hooked his arms over your thighs to keep you close your gazes met for s brief moment and he nodded, grinning from ear to ear.

"As you wish, pretty girl"

[mrswint3rs]

Hello , i hope you're doing well . Can i request a step dad kakashi x reader non con with degradation please. Have a good day and dont feel pressure to write my request

𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐍𝐨 ( drabble )

pairings- step-dad kakashi x fem! reader

content/warnings: non consensual somnophilia, slut shaming, degrading language, obv age gap but reader is always of legal age. hinted corruption kink, daddy kink, pure smut, breeding kink, very brief oral sex (r! recieving), unprotected sex, baby trapping…

a/n: title ib ’figured you out’ - nickleback! thanks for requesting anon!! hope you enjoy ^.^ also sorry this came before the boyfriend’s dad fic because it’s not flowing how i want it to atm!!tried a new style kinda?? but as always not proofread so lmk!

Hands roam across your body, feeling your every curve. You couldn’t deny him anything now. Not while you were fast asleep, as usual wearing nothing. Blankets were barely even covering you and the door was left wide open. He had every right, didn’t he?

Constantly you teased him. Teased everyone with your skimpy little outfits, frilly little skirts and the shortest, tightest tops. You’d prance around, flaunting all you had to show. You’d go out of your way to draw attention to yourself. So obviously wanted his eyes on you. But the second he gave in? Shut down. Called him the pervert because he was your stepfather.

Clearly, you were just confused. Needed some guidance and he’s more than happy to oblige…

Wet as he imagined, even when you’re unconscious you react to his touch. Needy little thing. Why did you bother trying to conceal your true intentions? During the daytime it’s almost like you get embarrassed when your eyes meet. Yet you clearly wanted them to. There was no denying the way you craved him, and he craved you just as much. Only you can’t put up a barrier now. Can’t tell him ‘no.’

His hands pry your thighs apart, revealing his goal. Too bad it’s dark and he won’t get the chance to see it bare. All the times you’ve bent over in front of him were more than enough for him to get a relative idea. But he wants you in full. He deserves you, not his overworked palm.

Lips trail up your legs, starting at your calves and beyond, towards your inner thigh to your dripping cunt. His tongue drags in your slick, just getting a taste of what’s rightfully his. He groans as you flood his senses, like the sweetest honey.

He dives back in, sloppily lapping you up without worrying about waking you. Even if you were to wake up, nothing was pulling him off of you. Every part of him needed this.

His fingers fish around your inner walls, scissoring you open and prepping you for him. May not feel it now, but you would in the morning. He sucks and licks through your folds until he’s gasping. Until his dick is so hard it hurts.

He aligns with your entrance, plunging his cock all the way into you with no remorse. He didn’t have to control himself.

“Nasty little slut,” he groans, pummeling into your tight canal with fervor. “So fucking wet for me. Making such a mess on daddy’s cock.”

Obviously you can’t hear him. But it makes him feel good imagining that you can. He wishes you could hear and feel all the ways he’s violating you.

He ruts into your depths, racing to finish. He had to sneak away from your mother and into your room for this, he’d rather not deal with the repercussions of getting caught screwing his stepdaughter. He’d never get to see you again. To feel you again.

He wouldn’t dare risk that.

“Gonna stuff you full with my babies,” his hands grip your hips bruisingly tight, using them to support his movements. “Such a whore no one’s gonna know it’s mine.” Not even you.

Each roll of his hips, the bed creaks and your body moves in delay. Your face is buried in your pillow, soft whimpers escaping you every now and then. The small reactions he did get out of you sent him over the edge. You whined like you were having a bad dream, so oblivious to what was really happening.

“Take daddy’s cum, baby. Making me feel so good,” he groans out, breathing staggered and his jaw slacking as it all pours out. He lets out a deep groan, feeling the way your insides throb around his length.

He stays buried inside, making sure to fuck every last drop of cum into you. Not letting anything go to waste before pulling out with a sigh.

His eyes peer down at you, looking at the result of his actions. Only then does he notice your hands desperately gripping the bed sheets. Face flushed and looking right back at him.

[mrsbuckybarnes1917]

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18+ Pining

Bucky wasn’t sure if it was his memory or just his imagination, but he always found you intriguing. He was sure that you would be able to entertain him for hours on end, even though the chances that you would talk to him were pretty bleak. Steve was the only one who had noticed and Bucky was glad that he had kept his comments to himself, even when he had caught Bucky’s blue eyes constantly searching for your presence, lingering over you when he finally found you.

But of late, you had been invading his mind more often than not. You occupied his waking thoughts and penetrated his dreams. The first time you had visited his dreams, it had been relatively innocent, standing in front of him in a yellow summer dress accentuating your perfectly toned figure. He had woken with a gasp and his cock pointing to the ceiling. Why did it have to be you?

Bucky had seen you working out with the other SHIELD agents, training, lifting, sparring with your colleagues. Your movements were akin to water, the fluidity with which you ducked and weaved, he wondered how you would move on top of him. How he longed to know what he would find under that tiny tank top you sported, under the lycra material which clung to your hips and thighs.

Since he had found you in the gym alone, training alone, he had started avoiding those times, instead he chose to use it in the wee hours of the morning or late into the night. Anything to try and shake you from his consciousness and evict you from his lucid dreams. A part of him wanted to hate you, ever since he had met you, a feeling of loneliness snaked into his heart, how it lingered under his skin. Every thought of you, every dream, he knew one day he wouldn’t be able to stop himself, and then there would be no going back.

Bucky growled quietly, but not quietly enough for him to go completely unnoticed. Several agents, including Steve, turned to glance at him. Steve shot him a warning glance but Bucky only scowled back at him. Of all the briefings Steve had forced him to attend, why did it have to be you leading it? The way you stood in the spotlight, you were literally shining. Your voice was as sweet as nectar, your skin glowed under the fluorescent beams of the meeting room and your smile dazzled everyone in the room into an enchanted silence. Why was the strain in his pants becoming so unbearable?

He was lucky his services weren’t required and he was the first to leave the meeting room, a scowl etched across his features and briefing file pressed against his crotch. He was so intent on his departure, that he missed the way Steve rolled his eyes at him and the look of shock and disappointment on your face.

Once locked in the safety of his quarters, Bucky slid his right arm under his shirt, fingertips grazing his lower abdomen. He hesitated for a few moments before pushing his hand into his pants and curling his digits around his sizable length. He was free to let out the groan of frustration. His tongue moistened the corners of his mouth, held gently between his teeth as he concentrated on freeing his cock from its restraints. He was almost shocked by the clear viscous fluid that was coating the swollen head of his cock. Almost. His lips turned up at the edges as he took his thumb and smeared the precum over his growing length.

“Fuck,” he grunted, finding a little relief to the tension that had been building inside him. He palmed himself roughly, closing his eyes, trying to imagine that it's your silky walls sheathing his member, rather than the reality of his calloused hand pumping it over and over. He pushed his pants down over his knees with his vibranium hand, letting him spread his legs. Better access to himself as he swiped through memories of you in his mind. Flicking from that time you had smiled at him, another when your fingers had brushed his when Steve had asked you to hand him a mission brief, that time he had watched your sparring session. That was it, that was the one!

The way you pinned your opponent to the ground. He was twice your size. You held his hands down and Bucky’s cock had twitched when he saw how your thighs gripped his. His insides burning with envy, he wanted to know how you felt and now he used that recollection to fabricate his fantasy. Bucky's restraint was wavering, his bottom lip buried between his teeth as stifled moans emanated from his mouth.

He could practically see your perky rounded breasts floating in front of him. What he wouldn't give to reach out and knead them in his palms, to taste your nipples, to have you pressed against his chest. Bucky groaned, thrusting his hips upwards into his hand, if only it was you he was pushing up into. He imagined the whimpers and moans you would make as he hit all the right places. Oh, to hear his name tumble from your lips!

Bucky's breaths were shallow now, panting furiously as his orgasm approached. He had lost all his inhibitions, becoming more vocal about his desires.

“Oh fuck, Doll, just like that. Look how beautiful you are. I love you like this.”

It was the image of your eyes, the thought of looking into them, it sent him over the edge. His hand pumping, chest heaving and eyes squeezed shut as the all too familiar coil in his center snapped, sending him reeling. His movements slowed, sloppier than they had been as his body relaxed and spurts of milky white elixir erupted from his cock and painted his chiseled abs.

Bucky took a few moments to regain his composure, a feeling of unease settling in his chest. Maybe one day you wouldn't be just a fantasy.

[hqbaby]

nine — fan favorite

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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word count. 1.9k content. swearing, marijuana use, alcohol consumption, use of pet names, mentions of vape, harassment

You don’t quite know how you got here, but it’s not like you’re complaining. 

It’s a Saturday night and you’re outside a convenience store watching Hinata try (keyword: try) to balance himself on the edge of the sidewalk while you, the rest of the volleyball team, and some of your teammates cheer him on. You’re on Atsumu’s shoulders, constantly reminding him not to drop you “or else” as you and Yukie scream the school chant at the top of your lungs.

An elderly woman walks out of the store and you catch her eye as she passes by. She offers you a kind smile and you can’t help but smile back, all teeth and no care in the world. You wonder if she has similar memories from her college days.

You hope she does. You hope everyone does.

You’re on top of the world—both literally and figuratively. You don’t know if it’s the fact that you’re with your friends (or the copious amounts of alcohol you’ve all just downed, or the weed that you’ve been passing around), but everything seems perfect right now. Like nothing in the world can stop you.

Until, of course, something does.

“I need to pee,” you say, tapping Atsumu’s head. “Let me down please.”

He nods and crouches so you can hop off his shoulders. “Ya need me to come with ya?”

You giggle, already linking your arm with Kaori’s. “No thanks,” you tell him. “Toilet time is girl time.”

He rolls his eyes playfully and waves as the two of you stumble over to the restrooms at the back of the store.

“Where’s she going?” Suna asks him, steadying himself on Atsumu’s shoulder when he stumbles a little. He was the repeated victim of the drinking games you all played earlier and even his (extremely) high tolerance to alcohol proved to be worthless in the face of Jenga.

Atsumu laughs a little at his friend, grabbing him by the shoulder to keep him upright. “Restroom,” he says. “Ya okay there, bud?”

Suna waves him off and hushes him. “Not now,” he says, then, “I need water.”

The other boy grins and props him up against Aran. “I’ll get ya some water. Be right back.” When the others hear him speak, they start asking for water too.. and soda and chips and candy. Before long, Atsumu—the designated sober friend—has a whole grocery list of things he needs to get, making him groan as he goes into the store to get everything.

On the other side of the store, you step out of the restroom and make sure Kaori’s okay before you let her in and close the door behind her. Feeling your head grow a little light, you lean on the brick walls of the building and close your eyes. What a nice night, you think to yourself.

“Hey, princess.”

You grimace. Spoke too soon. Peeling your eyes open, you find two boys standing in front of you. You know exactly who they are.

“Terushima,” you say coldly. “What do you want?”

The boy licks his lips, piercing glimmering in the moonlight. “What makes you think I want anything?” he asks in a teasing tone. “I can’t just say hi to a pretty girl?”

You cross your arms over your chest, ignoring the woozy feeling that’s starting to take over your head. Your eyes dart between Terushima and his friend Bobata. On a regular day, you would’ve gladly decked the two of them—it wouldn’t be the first time. But right now, you just feel sick. “Fuck off.”

Terushima steps forward, a hand coming to either side of your head. “Come on, princess,” he says. His face is so close to yours you can smell the vape on his breath. Vanilla. Basic bitch. “Don’t you wanna have some fun?”

You hear the door to the restroom open. 

“What the fuck’s going on here?” Kaori demands, but before she can say another word, Bobata grabs her wrist. “Don’t touch me!”

“Hey!” you exclaim. Fuck your head, no one grabs your friend like that. You try to free yourself from Terushima to no avail, he’s already gripping your shoulders. “Let go, asshole.”

He smirks. “Come on, Y/N, stop being so difficult. We’re just having fun—”

You blink. Terushima moves away from you, staggering and clutching his cheek.

“Beat it, you lame fucks.”

You feel an arm wrap around your shoulder. It’s familiar. 

Rin.

Holding his hands up in surrender, Terushima backs away and nods his head for Bobata to follow. His friend lets go of Kaori and they walk away.

“See you next time, princess.” He winks at you as they disappear behind the side of the building. “You too, Suna!”

“Pricks!” you yell after them.

You feel your body give, Suna catching you just in time to keep you from falling. It takes you a moment to realize that you were afraid. Those idiots scared you. For good reason, but still. You clench your fists. Assholes.

“Are you okay?” Suna’s voice is gentle against your ear. “Did he do anything?”

You feel yourself relax in his arms. “Just Terushima being Terushima,” you tell him. Your eyes immediately go to Kaori, moving out of Suna’s hold and taking her hands in yours. “Fuck, I’m so sorry,” you say. “I should’ve told you not to come out.”

She shakes her head and narrows her eyes at you. “And leave you alone with them? No way.” She looks over her shoulder and nods at Suna. “Thanks.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t mention it,” he says. “Come on. Let’s get back to the others.”

He keeps his eyes on you as you make your way back. It must be all the adrenaline, but he feels completely sober now. And extremely concerned. What would have happened if he hadn't shown up when he did? The thought makes him want to hurl.

When you’re back with the group, he explains what happened. The mood is dampened and everyone is either angry or worried or both. Atsumu most of all.

He’s at your side at once, asking you if you’re okay and if you need anything.

“I’m fine,” you reassure him. “They do this all the time.”

“That doesn’t make it any better,” Oikawa cuts in angrily. “They never fucking learn, do they? That fucking fan club. Jerks.”

Hinata frowns. “Fan club?”

“A bunch of sick guys on the basketball team,” you explain, clutching your head. If it would just stop pounding, you would be so grateful. But it doesn’t. “I turned one of them down in freshman year and they’ve made it some kind of game to try and get with me.”

“What?” Atsumu is horrified. “So they just do this shit and get away with it?”

You smile bitterly. “I’m used to it,” you say, staring at the concrete. When you’re met with complete silence, you look up and find everyone gaping at you. You recoil. Alcohol makes you talk too much. “I’m fine though!” you insist. “They never do anything anyway. They’re just annoying. I usually just kick them in the nuts and leave.”

Atsumu isn’t having it. “Y/N—”

You put your hand on his mouth. “I don’t wanna talk about it anymore,” you tell him. “Please.”

The two of you stare at each other for a moment. You know he means well, you really do. But you’re used to this crap. Having to talk about it with a bunch of your friends just makes you feel worse and you’d rather not do that if you can help it.

He gives you a reluctant nod and you pull your hand away. “Do ya want anythin’ though?”

You avoid everyone else’s eyes. “I kinda just wanna go home.”

“We can do that,” he says, a small smile on his lips because at least he gets to do something. “C’mon, I’ll get ya back to yer dorm.”

Suna watches from the sidelines as Atsumu plays the role of knight in shining armor, letting you ride his back and helping you say goodbye to all your friends before driving you home.

Somewhere in his alcohol-ridden brain, he wishes it was him who got to do that. Him who could be there for you when you need someone. Instead, he just watches you go, holding his bruising knuckles as you leave.

You wake up the next day in Atsumu’s bed. As much as you wanted to act all tough and cool after what happened last night, Kiyoko had gone home for the weekend and you really didn’t want to be alone in your dorm room. So you asked Atsumu if you could stay with him for the night and, of course, he was more than happy to oblige.

Your eyes are glued to the ceiling, worried that if you move, your hangover will come to bite you in the ass. You feel Atsumu’s arm on top of your stomach, his steady breathing at your side. You know you should be happy to have someone like this, to know he’s right there when you need him. But your mind can’t seem to focus on him. It’s too busy being stuck on something else. 

Well, someone else.

Rin.

He didn’t say a word to you after you got back to the rest of the group, but you could feel his gaze. You know he didn’t take his eyes off of you the entire time.

As much as you’ve wanted to, you haven’t been able to spend that much time with him these past few weeks. You only ever see him when you’re with the volleyball team or with his and Atsumu’s friends. The two of you haven’t been alone in a while—it feels like forever since he last touched you the way only he can.

“Hey.” Atsumu’s voice breaks you from your thoughts.

You smile at him. “Hey.”

He yawns and stretches to the side. “Wanna get some breakfast?”

“Sure.”

The two of you take turns using the bathroom before heading out to the kitchen where Osamu is waiting with two plates of bacon, eggs, and toast. He has a self-satisfied grin on his face.

“My two drunkards!” he greets, loudly. “Need a bucket for yer troubles?”

Atsumu hushes him. “I barely even drank," he says. "For Y/N's sake, shut up."

“I love ya, Y/N, but no. I made ya breakfast, so I can do anythin’ I want.”

You give him the finger and he guffaws.

The two of them bicker as you sit down at the counter and start eating your food. You stare out their curtainless window and chew, mind already drifting.

Rin.

You pull out your phone from the pocket of Atsumu’s hoodie that you’re wearing and find a message waiting for you.

rin: u good?

You try to keep yourself from grinning.

you: just peachy

rin: good for u

rin: i’ve been throwing up all morning

you: take some meds u big baby

rin: don’t have any

you: i can get u some

rin: lmao how

“Y/N, do ya want ice cream?” Atsumu asks, opening the fridge and fishing out a carton.

“That’s mine!” Osamu yells at him, making you wince. He turns to you apologetically and says, “Sorry, Y/N,” before going back to berate his brother. “Stop eatin’ it, ya pig!”

You look back at your phone, fingers hovering over the keyboard. Deep breath.

you: i’ll go to u duh

you: i can hang w u today

rin: is atsumu busy or smtg?

you: nah

you: just wanna spend time with u

You watch as three dots appear, then disappear. Then appear again. Then disappear. Then finally—

rin: cool

notes. this chapter should be named “reader is also bad with feelings” because that’s just where we are rn. also idk why terushima just gives me basketball player vibes like :”) he just has the personality yk?? anyway!! it absolutely makes me warm and fuzzy reading all your comments and tags, i appreciate you all!! sending everyone all the love 🩷

[bonny-kookoo]

Holy fck bonnie you love to edge us don't you now...Can we pls get a drabble of what happenend next in that smexy kitchen of his

Jungkook's hunger seems to have been growing with every passing day, or at least it feels like it is.

You're not sure if he's always like this, if it's just another remaining hole he intends to fill with you, or if it's something new- and you also don't know how to ask him about it. Because while you do enjoy it, you're not sure if his actions are coming from pure intentions.

And even though you do love him, and do trust him, the trauma of past lies still lives inside your soul, a villain constantly trying to convince you that nothing is what it seems to be. What if he grows bored with you the minute he's through all the things he couldn't have with his ex wife? Will you stay interesting to him when his racing heart calms down? Or will he realize that you're notnwhat he's looking for after all?

"What's wrong?" He asks, noticing your absent mind as he holds you on his lap, hands on your hips.

"I don't know." You say, making him look at you gently.

"You do know." He hums towards you. "You just don't know how to tell me." He exposes, chuckling when you clearly show that he's caught you. "I'm starting to get really good at reading you-"

"Isn't that a bad thing though?" You say, causing hi mm to frown, confused. "Won't it.. it'll get boring soon, no?" You say, looking down between your bodies. "You'll.. grow bored. I won't be exciting anymore." You say, and he shakes his head.

"This isn't about me knowing you, is it?" He asks, and you just shrug your shoulders. "Darling, I could not have sex with you as well and I'd still keep you at my side. I know you're scared of this. And I'll reassure you every single time- I promise." He says.

"But you'll get annoyed one day." You tell him. "And I'm- I don't know why it's all so much right now, but I.. don't know. I feel like it's going too well at the moment." You worry.

"Even if something was to happen, let it." He comforts you. "We'll figure it out together. That's what people who love each other do." He explains to you, and you look at him with need-

A not necessarily sexual one, but one he knows how to help you with.

Sex with you isn't just lust and pleasure. It's a way to connect intimately, bond on a physical level, let go of frustrations and reset your minds together, and just exist for a moment or two. So when he helps you take him out of his pants, its not to have some wild and breathtaking experience- but it's something else.

And in this moment in particular, as you push down your cotton shorts and underwear, he also enters you without any protection for the first time- feeling you without any hindrance, just the way nature had created you. Because this isn't sex.

This is a promise.

You're quiet as you lean into him, bottom half naked and body filled up with him, warm inside you as you let yourself be held by him. It's new to him too- he's never done this before, and he oddly enjoys it, the feeling and overall energy of it all.

Sure, he later on does end up in the bedroom with you, another condom used up as you reconnect and clear your heads together, but again, that not sex to him, and neither is it to you. You're not fucking.

You're making love.

[bones4thecats]

Hey! I love your writing and have been wondering what the ror characters (Poseidon, Thor, Adam, Hades, etc really your choice) would react to a blue diamond s/o from Steven Universe. As when they cry everyone else surrounding them cries. And their giant size. Sorry if this isn't the right place to request!

A/N: Hello there, thank you for the compliment. I’ve tried my best in keeping my writing skills the same, yet updated based on the scenario. But, I do hope you like how this turned out! I’ll be using the three Gods you had mentioned, and I’ll be leaving Adam out, but if you want another part written with Humans, just send it in! Now, enjoy~~

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🔱 You were part of the new Pantheon that had made their way into Valhalla, representing different gems that were found throughout the world by your ancient people

🔱 When he first met you, many said you would get along, especially Zeus and Hades

🔱 You sat by the edge of the sea, your towering form scaring away any Gods from speaking to you

🔱 He could feel the sadness radiating off you, and when he felt his vision blur, he reached his hand up and noticed he was crying out of free will

🔱 When you noticed him crying behind you, you gasped and apologized, saying it happened whenever someone was around, and even if they were happy, they’d cry

🔱 It took a while, but after you guys got together and married, it was normal to see your husband and you sitting side-by-side

🔱 To have this make a bit more sense, let’s say you can shrink down to his size

🔱 When you do that to rest, he likes to lay his head on your chest where you blue diamond laid, for some reason it calmed him down

🔱 Poseidon and you both were prominent figures in your pantheons, so being apart constantly was normal, but that didn’t stop you from accidentally making him cry

🔱 The way your merciful nature did come at a halt with how humans had started to get themselves tossed into hell made him fall for you more

“ Yes, look down on them, my teardrop. They are nothing. “

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🌩️ Thor fell for you because of how gentle and caring you could be

🌩️ It was something that he lacked to show, but you seemed to thrive showing

🌩️ You were known for your amazing diplomatic skills used through Gods’ Council meetings, and it could make anyone side with you

🌩️ The power you held made him happily look at you behind a dead-looking facade

🌩 Now, with the size difference, he doesn’t really mind it

🌩️ Normally, he’s the larger one, like this guy’s 7’4, he’s pretty much always taller than someone

🌩️ Thor would look up at you and smile lightly, giving you a kiss on your hand as you squatted down to reach his gaze, since you’d be like 25-100ft

🌩️ But, since you do enjoy shrinking down to do things with your husband, you normally go to around 6’5-7’0 most of the time whenever you’re not working with your sisters

🌩️ He noticed how much you seemed to care about this young male on Earth whom you called ‘Pink Diamond’ and he just smiled to himself as you laid down on his chest, telling stories of him and your sisters

🌩️ His favorite part of being married to you is how much you seemed to care about certain humans, as they were innocent and did no wrong, while you despised others and wished for them to die

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💀 Oh yeah, you and him bonded ever since birth

💀 You guys had been together for centuries, and he knew your sisters very well, they even enjoyed having him around

💀 He witness everything happen year-by-year, how much pressure White Diamond had put on you all, Pink Diamond leaving and ‘dying’, Yellow Diamond trying to push the memories of Pink behind her to be perfect, and you going through many essential crises

💀 Hades watched as you went through every single crisis, struggling at times to manage all of the colonies you and your sisters had

💀 So, being the best husband he could, he made sure to have your top superiority manage it while he took you to Helheim to calm you down

💀 When it came to the crying thing, he doesn’t mind it, seeing other Gods try holding themselves back from crying as you sat there doing nothing was quite funny

💀 And your size? Not a problem

💀 Cerberus loves the hell out of you, your big size and his big size (around 15ft) make a fun mix to play

💀 Seeing you shrink down to share a bed was funny at first, and now when he sees your form shrink he smiles gently and hugs you as you sleep

💀 Like Poseidon, he also likes to lay his head on your chest, but instead of laying his head on the gem in your chest, he likes to run his hands on it and mess with your hair that wrapped around your chest

[sheriffgrimes-archerdixon]

Practice makes perfect

Request: please could you write one where Rick helps inexperienced reader shoot a gun and he also teaches her how to defend herself? Thank you!

A/N: hope this is okay!! Would you all like to see a daryl version of this??

Rick grimes x fem! Reader

You were new to the prison environment, you had stumbled upon the prison when you had lost your people to the dead. It was terrifying but thankfully Rick grimes and his people welcomed you in with open arms— or… well. Held at gunpoint. But that’s beside the point. You had been here for almost 18 days now and you were fitting in just right. You had found comfort within Hershel the kind man who seemed to be incredibly loyal and genuine. Not to mention his kindness towards everything was gratefully accepted during times like these. Beth too was a sweet girl but there were a few of the group who seemed a bit rough around the edges. Not that you minded of course, you were just glad you could say you had some kind of “friends.”

Here you were positioned near the gate where walkers were pressing themselves against, ruthlessly clawing at the metal structure desperate for the taste of flesh. You stood silently staring and listening to their groans and moans your hand numbly gripping onto the pistol that dangled by your side. It might’ve seemed stupid but you had never shot a gun in your life. And now that you were in this situation you wished you had accepted the many times family members offered to take you to the shooting range when the world was still normal. You exhaled shaking your head before you pointed your gun at one of the walkers heads, squinting your eyes slightly your finger resting upon the trigger as you tried to figure out how to do it, footsteps slowing just behind you— ricks scrutinising eyes examined you thoroughly before he cleared his throat. “The safety’s one” his thick accent touched your ears and you quickly glanced at him “what?” You murmured nervously “the safety’s on. That’s why you can’t pull the trigger.” He vaguely explained taking steps towards you before stopping beside you, slender fingers grasping onto the metal of the gun as he stood side by side with you his arm brushing lightly against yours “look,” he tilted the gun your way his thumb brushing against the metal before a click was heard “safety’s off now.” He spoke before slowly handing it back to you. “Try now.”

He took a step back giving you room to try but now under this much pressure you felt your nerves kick in. You were worried that because you didn’t know how to shoot a gun without looking like an idiot you’d be seen as someone lesser and be kicked out the group. But really that was just your over thinking. You hesitantly pointed the gun towards a specific walker Rick remaining silent as he observed you fingertips lightly brushing against the handle of his own gun it was just engraved into his mind to constantly do just in case he had to pull it on anyone or anything at any point. You couldn’t ever be too careful… you glanced back at him momentarily he was hard to read, you then looked forward again steadying your breath as you attempted it. And with one last deep breath you pulled the trigger the bullet flying through the air and zipping straight past the walkers a silent cuss leaving your lips as you shook your head embarrassed. “Not bad.” Rick spoke calmly, as if noting your anxious state and how you seemed to be slightly apprehensive about shooting the gun. He took a step towards you stopping beside you “have you ever shot a gun before?” He questioned and you glanced at him before shaking your head “no. I didn’t like using guns when the world was normal…” you murmur nervously and he only nods. “That’s understandable” he soon comments “I was a sheriff in Atlanta before all of this.” Rick began talking, your eyes snapping back towards him as you listened to him silently admiring him his jaw slightly clenching every now and then his baby blue eyes holding many memories within them. His eyes moved to look at you “so I was all involved in guns and protecting myself and my people.” He spoke as if trying to make you more comfortable. Opening up little by little…

“My wife…. She hated the thought of our son using guns. She refused to let him near them. Even when I offered to train him up for if anything ever happened she wouldn’t let him… even when the world went to shit… she wouldn’t let him touch a gun…” he analysed you as he spoke “until I convinced her enough… I wish I had held back slightly..” he swallowed thickly glancing down at the ground as he remembered the thought of Carl shooting his own mum. If Rick hadn’t of taught him how to shoot a gun then would Carl of shot Lori? It was a question left for speculation. No one truly knew. But Rick did feel guilt when he thought on it really hard… that’s why he tried to push it all down. Keeping it all at the back of his brain. “So I get where you’re coming from. But knowing how to shoot a gun now is… something we all need.” He spoke simply turning his back to you momentarily before he pulled his own gun out the sun reflecting off of the metal slightly making it glint every now and then “just copy my stance alright.” He spoke and you nodded watching as he put one foot forwards the other foot remaining in place almost as if he was bracing himself before he held the gun with two hands— one on the handle and trigger the other cupping it slightly as if to keep it stable. “Holding with both hands isn’t absolutely necessary but holding it with both hands keeps your focus and hands from shaking.” Rick explained and you nodded watching as he shot the gun the bullet immediately piercing the skull of the dead as it collapsed onto the ground. “Your turn.”

He spoke before backing away, and you exhaled shakily breathing in sharply as you attempted to copy his exact positioning slowly raising your gun until it was eye level with you both your hands steadying the gun “like this?” You murmured nervously Rick moving to your side his hands grabbing onto your elbow slightly “tilt” he suggested calmly making you tilt your arm ever so slightly before he moved behind you resting your hands on your shoulders knowing the force of the gun was far too powerful sometimes. He kept his hands on your shoulders “focus…” he advised gently and you nodded focusing as hard as you could. You inhaled sharply lining up the gun more straight before pulling the trigger the bullet piercing through a walkers shoulder “good. You’re getting there.” Rick praised before he reached forwards grabbing onto your hands as he positioned your hands more correctly “just remember they’re dead. Okay?” He spoke almost as if reading your mind. Knowing that you were struggling with the fact that these were once human beings. Just like you and him. “But they…” you swallowed thickly not knowing how to describe it, Rick maintaining eye contact with you “look at it this way y/n…. They don’t feel anything. They only have one job and one job only. Successfully get the food they’re constantly searching for. It’s a cycle… a painful cycle. If you shoot them you’re putting them out of their misery right?” He was right and eventually you nodded. You still needed to detach the people from the actual walkers and whom they once were but that would be a learning curve. “Alright shoot.” He spoke and you took a deep breath before squinting your eyes and once steadying your hands you shot the gun the smell of gunpowder growing stronger but you didn’t mind. You watched as the bullet pierced into the dead’s skull as it collapsed to the ground,

“Good. Again.” He spoke. The sun was starting to set and Rick knew it wouldn’t be long before more walkers started arriving. You then lined up the gun again before shooting the bullet again successfully hitting the Walker square in the head. You continued doing this over and over again until the clouds had turned a deep orangey colour rain specs starting to fall upon you and him “you did great.” Rick spoke with a faint smile “you’re going to be a pro at this soon enough. Gonna put us to shame.” He murmured nudging you playfully and you couldn’t help but smile slightly “thank you… could we do this again tomorrow?” Rick nodded slightly “sure. I’ll get you up at 7 am sharp.” He spoke and you nodded smiling as you began walking back towards the main area of the prison with him. “After all practice makes perfect.” He chuckled out lightly you could tell that helping you practice had alleviated something off of his shoulders and mind… and the same was said for you.

You walked inside with him some people eating some food and others already sleeping “I’m going to go to my cell.” You murmured and Rick nodded “goodnight. Sleep well. If you need anything just shout.” He spoke and you nodded watching as he began walking away. “Rick..” you spoke, making him stop as he turned to look at you Judith being handed to him as he held onto her securely his free hand skilfully putting his gun back onto safety “thank you. Seriously. Uh… you saved a girls life.” You spoke, Rick looking slightly confused but appreciative. “I lost my people. To the walkers…. I was close to just waiting for another herd to come take me down… you and your people gave me a reason to live.” The look on ricks face was difficult to read but he looked grateful, happy and somewhat relieved all at once. “Glad you’re still with us, y/n.” He gave you a nod lips curling up into a small smile. “Go get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning.” He gave you another curt nod before turning around tending to his daughter and you silently watched him before retreating back to your bunk a small sad smile forming on your lips— grateful for him and his people who had given you a reason to survive. You got into your bunk laying down as you began getting comfortable until you heard a slight creek before the familiar teenage boy was hanging over the top bunk “hey y/n” Carl spoke cowboy hat barely staying on and you smiled tiredly at him “hey.” He then disappeared momentarily before coming back continuing to dangle off the bed “don’t fall…” you warned with a tired smile and he only smiled holding out a red packeted chocolate bar for you to take. “Just in case you were hungry.” He spoke not letting up until you had taken it from him before he laid back down on the top bunk “thanks carl.” You spoke hearing the sound of pages turning and you smiled knowing he was reading his comic… what a thoughtful boy… a thoughtful group whom you didn’t deserve in the slightest. But you knew they’d continue over and over again giving you a reason to live.

[infoglitch]

i beg of thee... please... more blackguard stuff. am dyin over here...

It appears the sinners have demanded my attention.

Very well, it's time

TO LOCK THE FUCK IN!

Back bone.

Jaune found himself sitting in his dorm gaming with ruby and surprisingly Weiss was with them, watching as the two were playing "street clash revolve" with jaune winning 3 matches as it was a best of six. With ruby winning 4 matches.

Jaune: Oop! Oop! Here it comes ruby!

Ruby: oh you think?! Aight bring it vomit boy!

Jaune proceed to tap a chain of buttons.

Up forward and then B as jaune shouted with enthusiasm.

Jaune: KANE OVERDRIVE!

On the TV screen the letters K. O. plastered the screen as Ruby groaned but also laughed as her and jaune fist bump. With Weiss watching in awe.

Ruby: GG jaune, GG.

Jaune: what you mean GG? We only got two rounds left before one of us wins.

Ruby: unfortunately I gotta get ready.me and yang will be heading to our dad's cabin for our break, and I gotta grab my bags and get ready, me and her will leave in an hour.

Jaune: awe, well I understand

Weiss: you sure you two and your father couldn't reschedule?

Jaune and Ruby had to do a double take as they looked at Weiss who they completely forgot was there.

Weiss:... Look I'm on the edge of my seat and I want to see who wins!

Jaune and Ruby look at eachother.

Jaune: are you sure we aren't sharing a dream?

Ruby: definitely. But regardless sorry Weiss but I gotta go, if don't who knows when me and yang will be able to go again.

Weiss sighed and nodded.

Weiss: very well, I do hope you and Yang enjoy your time back with your father.

Ruby:.. thanks weiss

Ruby walked out as jaune and Weiss sat on the formers bed with Jaune just looking at Weiss.

Jaune: hey um.. real talk, but why have you been so interested in what me and ruby do lately.

Weiss: oh just curiosity, plus I figured it do me some good to get to hang out with my leader and her friend.

Jaune looked at her as he put his controller away and fully turned to her.

Jaune: it's Bleiss isn't it?

Weiss just sat there before groaning.

Weiss: i don't know why but whenever I try to be Alone she constantly pops up and bugs me over and over again, its getting frustrating and since i cant be alone any more-

Jaune: you started hanging out with me and ruby?

Weiss nodded and looked away somewhat ashamed.

Jaune: so I assume you dont actually find what we do to hang out interesting?

Weiss: at first yes but just being around you two, there's this energy you give off that is just.. nice to be around, your like air purifiers... That was a bad analogy I'm sorry.

Jaune just chuckled but waved his hand.

Jaune: I think I understand. But outside of that.. Weiss this is your sister we are talking about. And neither of you have seen eachother for...

Weiss:... 5 years.

Jaune: 5 years, and from what i can tell, she wants to atleast catch up.

Weiss: it's not like I don't know that! Its just- why can't she just be-

Jaune: normal? Weiss your normal is based around fancy balls and gala's. How Bleiss is acting is normal. Shes being herself. Shes being&

Weiss: loud, foul mouthed, and is flirting with basically every man here?

Jaune: yeah that. All I'm gonna say is this, siblings may come from the same family, but they don't always have the same lessons as us... I can't believe I actually used the advice saph gave me.

Weiss chuckled as she just looked at the knight. The two hadn't completely become friends but jaune hoped they were getting there, and so far from he could tell.. they were.

Then footsteps are heard as one Belamere "bleiss" noir givrése. Weiss Schnee's twin sister. Her attire still the same biker aesthetic as ever with her looking around the room, before seeing jaune.

Bleiss: ah you jaune I wanna talk to you for a second.

To both Jaune and Weiss's her tone was less rude and more... polite.

Weiss: where the hell was this?!

Jaune: uh sure just give me a second.

Bleiss: take your time but this is rather important.

Weiss: WHERE THE HELL WAS THIS?!

Jaune adjusted himself as he followed Bleiss outside the room only to be pinned to the wall as he yelped before being hushed by the twin of his snow angel.

Bleiss: I need your help arc, my dear sister and I have obviously not gotten along. So I need you to help me out here since you, Weiss, and that ruby girl, are buddy-buddy now. Got it?

Jaune simply nodded as Bleiss smiled.

Bleiss: good. And If you do well enough who knows.. I may give you a taste of people out of your leag-

Jaune removed her hand from his mouth rather calmly as he spoke.

Jaune: don't even think about it, I'm doing this because Weiss is my friend, and I prefer her not having to deal with any problem that can be solved. I don't care what you give in exchange.

Bleiss:.. that's surprisingly noble. Here I was thinking he was just a loser going for women out of his league.

Jaune: are we done now?

Bleiss: hm? Oh yes, I'll be going now, till then, noble knight~

Jaune raised an eyebrow at the nickname as Bleiss walked away with a smirk.

Bleiss: perhaps this place is nothing like vacoue, and if that's the case this will be lovely~

And that end this installment of the growing story between Bleiss and Jaune.

[stormy427]

Need Someone Older

This is just pure smut. There is no actual sex in this but dear god. Don't look if you are a minor, please save yourself.

WC: ~3k

Nightfall set upon Lycina and her companions quicker than expected, already weary from a long day of travel the group decided to find the nearest tavern and spend the night there rather than spend valuable sleeping time setting up camp. The tavern was nicer than the group expected, with several other patrons sitting at the tables and a soothing rumble of conversation that filled the air. The companions got rooms for the night and headed off for some well needed sleep, all of them except you.

Being surrounded by lively conversation and finally having a nice warm meal helped to dramatically raise your mood from what it had been on the road. You and a certain self absorbed vampire had been bickering constantly lately and honestly you could use a break from him. You haven’t been able to figure out why Astarion has been so cold to you recently, but for tonight you plan on pushing those thoughts out of your mind and what better way to distract yourself than finding a decent looking person and having some fun?

So that’s exactly what you did, you had a few glasses of wine and found your target. He seemed to be around the same age as you, he wasn’t horrible looking or smelling and was able to keep a semi-intelligent conversation. ‘Good enough’ you thought and asked if he wanted to go back to your room and continue ‘talking’ there. He excitedly agreed and you two walked up the wooden steps of the tavern stairs into your room which was unfortunately right across the hall from Astarion. You made a mental note to try and be semi-quiet tonight so as to not alert your companions, but especially Astarion, of your late night adventures.

You and the guy quickly got to work disrobing yourselves and moved to the bed before he leaned in to kiss you. The kiss wasn’t terrible, maybe too much teeth, but nothing that would stop you from wanting to fuck him. It had been several months since you had last been touched by someone other than yourself and you were eager to orgasm from someone else's fingers for a change. You obviously weren’t expecting any mind blowing sex from this random guy you found in a tavern and yet you were somehow still disappointed when it was done. The guy rolled off you and asked if you came to which you replied dryly “Yeah of course, it was great.” the guy didn’t pick up on your tone and replied proudly “I could tell you were enjoying it from how much you were moaning, glad you came so many times.” You were a bit confused if this man thought a moan was equivalent to an orgasm but you decided not to ask. The guy put back on his clothes and quickly exited your room after that little chat, you were grateful that he left quickly and didn’t try to continue talking to you.

You put on your night clothes before laying back down on the bed and spreading your thighs hoping to actually orgasm tonight. Your finger had just made contact with your desperate clit when you heard a loud knock on your door, you audibly sighed before standing up to get the door. When you opened it you didn’t expect to be face to face with an annoyed Astarion who quickly brushed past you into the room. “No please, come on in Astarion.” you mumbled under your breath, obviously irritated at his intrusion.

You weren’t entirely sure why he was in your room and didn’t really want to accidentally initiate a lecture by talking first, so you stood silent for a moment. It took Astarion a second to start speaking to you but when he did he spoke with a dangerous edge to his voice, “So darling, did you and your mystery man have fun tonight? I’m dying to know all the debauchery our little Lycina got into.” You felt the tips of your ears and cheeks flush when you realized that even your fake moans had been heard by Astarion, you began to apologize but Astarion stopped you with a finger across your lips in a shushing action.

The air suddenly felt charged with how close he was standing to you, you could feel his cold finger on your warm lips and for the first time you wondered how his finger might feel elsewhere. “Pray tell my love, how was he? Did he take proper care of you? Hmmm…” he asked, you were shocked by his question but didn’t back down from this conversation. “Actually, he did take very, very good care of me. Thank you for your concern.” You replied indignantly, praying Astarion didn’t somehow know you faked every noise with that guy. Astarions ruby red eyes took on a predatory glint as he locked eyes with you and smirked slightly, effectively staring you down due to his height advantage. The intensity in his gaze sent a shiver down your spine that you tried to conceal from Astarion. “Oh really, well it seems that you my love are a liar. It’s a shame really, it would have been entertaining to hear the real thing.” 

You weren’t sure if this was Astarion leading you into some sort of a trap so you decided to continue with your confident facade and said “You’d be so lucky to hear how I really sound, it's a shame you probably wouldn’t even compare to that guy.” that sentence was most definitely a mistake, immediately after you said it Astarion’s eyes darkened and he began moving towards you. “You think any of these boys you sleep with would compare to me?” he asked incredulously, all the while continuing to walk towards you, forcing you to step back.

 “You may be older but that does not mean you're better, a-after all the skills you- uh don’t use tend to fade away” your voice faltered halfway through the sentence, betraying the anxiety that was building in you. At this point Astarion had effectively bracketed you against the wall with his hands on either side of your head while his body blocked any hope of exiting the situation. He chuckled darkly before leaning down and saying “Darling, I think you will find that every part of me has aged well. You obviously need someone more experienced. Someone who knows how to drive you mad with pleasure until you’re begging for more. You need to be feasted upon until you can’t handle it anymore.” Your breath hitched at his words, the feeling of his breath against your ear only added to your inner turmoil of being extremely horny and extremely confused as to what was happening. 

Astarion grazed the shell of your ear with his lips before leaving feather light kisses down your neck and jaw. Your pulse was erratic and you were sure he knew the effect his words were having on your body, his lips made their way to yours leaning in for a surprisingly gentle kiss. He moved back slightly and eyed your blown pupils and flushed face before moving his hands from the wall and cupping your face in both hands before kissing you harder and pulling you flush against him.

One arm dropped down to your waist while his other was holding the back of your head. Once in his arms you leaned up and kissed him again while threading your fingers into his curls and tugged slightly which earned you a soft groan. Astarion’s hands moved under your ass to pick you up, causing you to yelp at the sudden change, he pushed you up against the wall and began leaving wet kisses on your neck, sucking love marks where everyone would see.

You tried to fight the whimper that left you by clapping your hand over your mouth, Astarion moved up to bite your earlobe hard before whispering “My love, I think it would be a bad idea for you to hide those delectable noises from me.” your hand dropped immediately, “Ah, see I knew you were my good girl.” 

You responded with a soft moan as you felt yourself getting impossibly wet from his words. Astarion’s assault on your neck stopped and you whined at the loss of his mouth from your skin, “Relax lover, I just want to ravage you properly. I will gladly fuck you against a wall later. Would you like that darling? Hmm?”. You nod desperately, unable to form intelligent thoughts anymore. 

He lays you down gently on the bed before standing up to remove his shirt. “Gods, I want you so bad.” you breathe out, sitting up in an attempt to reach him, desperate for more contact. “Tsk, where are your manners pet. What do we say when we want something?” he clicks his tongue at you in mocking disapproval. 

You’ve never begged anyone for anything in your entire life but you can’t seem to find the self-control needed to resist his request. “Please touch me, I’ll let you do anything you want to me just touch me please”, you pray that Astarion will take pity on you and your dripping pussy. He is standing at the foot of the bed, eyeing you up and down his eyes almost black with lust. You can’t wait any longer for him to touch you, your fingers find the hem of your night shirt and begin to pull it off before you notice that Astarion has begun crawling up the bed towards you. He catches your stalled wrists and you immediately let go of the fabric, his fingers replace yours as he slowly pulls your shirt off and tosses it on the floor. 

With his hands on your bare shoulders he pushes you back onto the bed before kissing you passionately, he hitches his leg under yours to slot himself between your thighs. You groan with relief when you feel him roll your hardened nipple between his thumb and index finger, Astarion grins against your mouth at the sound. He dips his head lower where he leaves open mouth kisses between the valley of your breasts and down your stomach before reaching the waistband of your trousers. “May I?” he asks, his voice deeper and more gravelly than normal. You respond by slowly pushing your trousers down before Astarion helps fully take them off before taking in the sight of your naked body. “Oh my little treat, we are going to have so much fun together.” he cooed while his fingers began tracing up and down your now naked thigh, each movement leaving goosebumps behind them.

 You grabbed Astarions hands and placed them on your breasts, “Astarion, I’m going to make myself cum if you don’t touch me. I don’t think either of us want that. Right?” He practically whimpered when you spoke and shook his head before composing himself and saying “That would be an incredible sight to see but I would much rather have a taste instead.” You moaned when his mouth finally surrounded your nipple and his fangs grazed the soft flesh, your fingers laced themselves in his hair and tugged slightly, earning a soft moan. 

He moved down your body, leaving feather light kisses everywhere he could, you could have cum at just the sight of him between your thighs. His kisses turned into love bites on your hip bones, making you pant and gasp with desire, “Astarion please touch me-e-ahhh” your whining turning into a strangled moan as his mouth engulfed your aching clit, he swirled his tongue around it for a moment before pulling off to start licking the arousal that had accumulated on your inner thighs. “You taste even more delicious than I could have ever imagined. Gods I can’t wait for you to come all over my face” his voice was thick with desire, he reconnected with your pussy and began to devour you. 

His tongue started making slow circles around your clit before speeding up, he switched between circling your clit and licking broad strokes through your folds, every movement bringing you closer and closer to an orgasm. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum if you don’t stop.” you said breathlessly trying to squirm away from his devilish tongue, “Darling, I am going to make you cum until you cry. I’m begging you, give me as many as you can and I will lick up every single one.” his voice muffled against your thighs. 

He continued the same relentless pattern of circling your clit and licking, drawing out high pitched whines, gasps, and moans until you feel a familiar heat burning across your skin. Your orgasm hit you harder than you’ve ever felt before, you tried to tell Astarion but all that came out were broken gasps and cries before you hit your peak. True to his word, Astarion licked up every bit of your arousal before pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs as you attempted to regain the ability to breathe. 

“My love, are you alright?” he asked in a surprisingly caring manner, once he saw you nod he added slyly, “Can my delectable little pet handle more of me?” You were completely wrecked, your eyes were blown wide with lust and your cheeks hot with blush. You wanted more, you wanted so much more of him that it was concerning to you. 

You choked out a response after a moment, “Astarion, I will take whatever you give me. Please, I promise I can handle it and be good.” You couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth, but they were more true than anything you’d ever said. Astarion groaned at your response, obviously delighted to continue “Oh thank you darling.” He continued muttering soft ‘thank you’s’ and terms of endearment as he kissed your inner thighs, hips, and lower abdomen. 

His words and kisses made you shiver with desire, your body already eager for another mind shattering orgasm. Astarion moved back to your pussy and placed a few feather light kisses on your sensitive clit before teasing your entrance with his finger, you gasped at the feeling and began to beg for him to be inside you. His finger plunged deep inside your tight, warm walls as you moaned at the feeling of finally having, at least part of him, inside of you. He moved out from between your thighs to lay beside you as he lazily fingered you, never looking away from you. Astarion moved his finger in and out of you slowly, teasing you again, wanting to hear you pleading with him to go faster. Of course that didn’t take too long before you started whining with frustration and trying to move your hips to get more friction. He added a second finger and you squealed with joy before realizing that he wasn't going any faster despite your pleas. Nothing was working, he wouldn’t go any faster or deeper no matter what you said or did, you were getting so worked up that tears began to form in your eyes. When he saw this Astarion sped up, just enough to hear you moan in delight and for you to call his name out like a prayer, just enough to bring you right to the edge of bliss. And then he would slow down again, he only needed to do this one more time until you were so frustrated and wrecked that you truly began crying, Astarion smiled darkly at the sight of tears running down your flushed cheeks before leaning closer to your face and licking them away. He left kisses on your cheeks and forehead while muttering words of encouragement for you, ‘you look so beautiful like this’, ‘I got you darling, trust me’, ‘you’re doing very very good for me’, ‘my gorgeous little Lycina’. 

He added his thumb into the mix and began rubbing your clit much to your delight, there were still tears slipping out of your eyes but Astarion was there to wipe, or lick, them away. You were brought right to the edge of an incredible orgasm before he removed his fingers completely, you let out a scream of frustration before the tears began again. “I’ll let you come again if you answer a question for me. Can you do that little pet?” he asked teasingly, through your tears you promised to answer anything so long as you could come. 

“Good girl, has anyone made you feel this good before?” he asked with a quirked eyebrow, “No!” you cried out in earnest. “Very good, you’re doing so very good for me. One last question…” you interrupted him quickly saying “No, no, no, no, you said one question then I coud come. Please, please, please, ple- ah-” Your word was cut off by a particularly rough thrust of his fingers, “Hmm..yes, well too bad. My last question is- do you agree that having someone older and more experienced is much, much better than having someone your age?” 

You look at him through watery eyes, hot tears threatening to fall once again, “Yes! Okay! I’m sorry for saying that you’re old and bad at sex!” you sobbed out. That’s what he wanted to hear, that he was right and you were wrong. You would plan your revenge after he made you come again. His fingers and thumb started moving faster than they had before, curving upwards towards your most sensitive spot. You could feel the knot building more and more with each skilled thrust of his fingers, you were quickly approaching a devastating orgasm, you were a blubbering mess and Astarion couldn’t be more pleased. Your orgasm crashed into you as he leant down to your neck and began to lick and nibble on the sensitive spot below your jaw. You came hard with a high pitched wail and clutched onto Astarions free arm, digging your nails into the skin hard enough to break the surface. 

It took a minute to come down from your high, during which Astarion kissed your cheeks, forehead, and lips softly helping to keep you grounded. He moved your hair off your face and began stroking it tenderly while whispering “you did so good darling” “I got you my love, you’re okay”. You looked completely destroyed and yet positively beautiful to Astarion, you finally looked him in his eyes and gave him a breathtaking sleepy smile. You raised your hand to cup Astarion’s cheek which he leaned into lightly, closed his eyes and smiled softly, you two stayed like this for a moment in total silence completely at peace in the moment.

When you finally spoke all you could think was “Wow. Woah.” you might not have been fully there yet but Astarion chuckled deeply and brought you close against his chest as you both laid down. "That was amazing darling, you did very good. Was I too rough with you? Are you okay?" he asked with genuine concern in his voice, "No, I feel incredible. It was amazing, unexpected but amazing." you assured him. "All I want to know is when can I return the favor?" you asked flirtingly. He looked down at you adoringly and whispered “You may be the next cause of my death my love. You need sleep darling, we have to think of how to explain your appearance when our companions see you in the morning.” 

Oh. Fuck.

[wolven91]

thinking about a watchmaker in your universe. someone who's job was to repair small, extremely intricate devices that are redundant in space. i mean, why would you spend so much time and effort finding and fixing a watch when an ai can do it without having to be wound every couple weeks and fixed every couple months? even if you do want a watch you can just get a digital one that has more functions and is more durable at a fraction of the price and effort.

so they change jobs. maybe to a more useful one that still uses their skills in manipulating small, intricate parts. maybe repairing and replacing the small chips and processors in those very same electronics that replaced those mechanical watches they love so much.

their job pays very well, and eventually they save up quite a bit of money. they're constantly checking all sorts of places, both legal and illegal, for anything from earth. when suddenly they find it. a collection of old and "new" earth watches. most of them are broken or damaged, but with a reference now they can start making new parts. they start selling the refurbished watches to earth collectors, and they eventually make enough to start their own small business making brand new designs. it doesn't make a ton of money, but they can finally return to the thing they love, making and fixing watches.

Time Flys

Edward sighed quietly as he sat on the raised balcony, overlooking the promenade. The general buzz of the hustle and bustle was too far below him to be of bother to the human. 

It was a nice view, the end of the street opened up into the park area where rolling hills and artificial waterfalls gave an idealist appearance. Glancing up, he could see the edge of the Mar'Tor's Vow nebula slowly moving over head through the great glass dome.

The old man ached for home and sighed again.

He was getting on in his years now and he was struck with a wave of nostalgia. How he wished he could see Orion's belt from the place he remembered it from. He didn't want to *go* see Orion's Belt, he wanted to see it as he remembered it. Clear as a bell, the three bright dots that sat in the centre of a familiar constellation. His chest hurt from the memory.

"Hey Old Dog." Rumbled a firm voice from behind him, causing his heart to jump just a little. Quiet little blighter.

"Morning Young Pup." Edward growled back with a smirk on his face. The human leaned back in his chair and let his head roll to the side as the canid stalked around the seat to plonk herself down on the chair to his side.

"You're early for your ass wuppin'?" Edward teased, referencing how Snarlp had yet to beat him at Chess since he had taught her the rules. The canid solider wasn't dumb, she had even taught him a few things about bold tactics and how it was indeed possible to punch through a strong defence to put a king on the backfoot, but the canid had yet to figure out subtle tactics.

"I *will* beat you old timer. You've been winning by the fur on your nose these last few games... But... No, that can wait. I got something you might like." The youthful creature grumbled back, her firm tone like gravel in a blender. She wasn't aggressive with Edwards, well she was, but not physically. She was challenging him for his 'place' in the friendship between the two of them. Just as Edward liked it.

Honestly, it was just good fun for him, definitely kept his mind sharp. It felt like he was a captain of a pirate ship; the moment he let his guard down one of his 'salty dogs' would bloodily tear control of his ship from him; it was life and death that he kept his wits. Edwards sighed and smiled, all metaphorically of cause. Snarlp would see her arm torn off before she laid a single claw on the human, Edward knew this.

"You know I'm not interested in that VR nonsense. It was fad before and it's a fad now." He dismissed, more alarmed that Snarlp could be back on the track of trying to have Edward 'try new things'. Edward was happy in his rut. He didn't *like* the new things.

As a human, Edward was old fashioned. Back home, he'd been a watch maker. He could recall off the top of his head how to pull apart and putback together any number of models of watch. At night, to get to sleep, he would mentally repair or build watches for himself.

But alas, amongst the stars, there was no need or desire for mechanical watches. The aliens all wanted digital, with bells and whistles that no clockwork watch could match. Not to mention that Edward couldn't get the printer to work the way he wanted. He needed a scan of some kind. Snarlp had been the one to explain it to him which had broken his heart somewhat. Still, she'd meant well, and it just solidified that his generation, the first off planet, were the last humans that remembered Earth as it was. They were dying out.

"It's not 'Virtual Reality' Old Dog, it's Simulated Environments, and *no*, I'm not showing you something new. I know it'll have your heart attack you or something." The canid growled as she picked up the pitcher of water that sat on the table between them, causing the ice and strange purple fruit that floated in it to 'clink' against the glass. Edward watched her as she sniffed at it, sneered, then downed a large gulpful, straight from the pitcher. There goes having another glass of that any time soon.

Well... He'd need to go get another one anyway.

"It better be nearby. It's forty-two steps to the toilet and that's a 'tactical' decision for me these days. I ain't going on an adventure." Edward warned. The walking stick next to his chair alleviated the pains in his hips, but it still hurt something rotten. He had sworn the canid to secrecy once she had figured out that he was in agony when he walked. Edward wasn't about to let no scientist near him again. He'd let them sire countless bastards from his genetics once already and he wasn't about to let them do it a second time.

Poor things didn't even know he was their father.

"Good thing I brought it here then, isn't it?" Snarlp replied, bouncing up and out of the chair with the energy of a creature that had yet to wake up four times in one night.

"But you couldn't bring it out here?" Edward questioned, tilting his head, and narrowing his eyes.

"By the *moons* do you want your surprise or not?!" Snarlp snapped. Putting her hands on her hips and leaning forward with a glare. Despite being decades younger than him, the aura she had was of Edward's disapproving mother. The tone still made his blood run cold.

"Ugh, fine. You're getting me one of those 'bear wraps' if this isn't worth it." Edwards grumbled as he leant forward and snatched up his stick in a huff. Snarlp stepped forward and ignored the slap across her hands from Edwards as he tried to bat her away. She persisted in helping and he was grateful. Her strength was mighty, pulling him up as if he were no more than a small bag of spuds, yet she was gentle enough that not even her razor-sharp claws broke the man's thin paper-like skin.

"Firstly, it's worth it. Secondly, you *know* you're not allowed the ursidain food anymore. It'll... it's not good for you." Snarlp retorted as Edward found his feet and began to shuffle towards the building, warming up his limbs again so he could move with purpose. They both ignored the genuine tone of fear in her words.

"Bah. You sound like that fool of a guardian." He dismissed, referencing the diminutive taurian the government had assigned him. Edward had no time for that wet blanket. Everything was sniffles and 'eh hem' before the little bull spoke. It drove Edward up the wall.

"Yeah well, they've basically made me your guardian now." Snarlp admitted, much to Edwards shock, but secret elation.

"Now I *know* they want me to keel over. You might win a game then as well." He jabbed, grinning as they got to the door into the apartment.

"I could just throw you over that balcony you know?"Snarlp suggested, briefly thrusting a thumb back the way they came. Edward just chuckled while Snarlp grinned a mouth full of sharp teeth.

The pair entered Edward's apartment and in the centre was his dining table. A huge monstrosity, but necessary in the event an ursidain came to dinner. On top of the giant table however was something new. A massive metal crate. It looked like a chest, oblong in shape with a hinged lid. The red light over the lock on one side showed that it was currently sealed.

"I knew it. You don't see old folk around here because you liquidise them!" Edward hollered, trying to pull his arm from the canid's grip while staring at the box that could hold him within with ease. He didn't actually believe that, but had joked with Snarlp that, that was what they did with people who got too old and just mixed them into the food.

"Will you shut it; you stale fart! *You* don't see old people because *they* are smart and move to paradise worlds! Nobody would want you but me anyway! Now, sit down and let me open this thing!" Snarlp ordered, easily handling his little outburst and guided him to the head of the table. To be fair to the young canid, she had always had him sit in a chair of importance or priority.

He settled and eyed the box, unsure what she was about to spring on him. Snarlp ignored Edward for the moment and placed her thumb against the biometrics. The man paid attention to what was on the side of the crate, a stencilled version of the Galactic Community Administration office emblem. This crate was their property, something they loathed to give up. Edward eyed it wearily.

"I saw this going very differently, do you know how hard it was to convince them to give me this? I expected you to be like a pup getting into their first bit of trouble."

"Can you blame me? You've stuck me into firefights before!"

"In a simulated environment! You were perfectly safe."

"I got shot!"

"You should have kept your head down instead of shouting at me, not my fault a separatist sniper got you."

The lock clicked, silencing them both and the crate hissed as the lid popped open a fraction. Hermetically sealed? Whatever was inside had been sat in stasis. Snarlp lifted the lid and carefully made sure it didn't damage the table once it was fully open. From Edward's position, he couldn't see what was inside, but Snarlp reached in and gently, so gently that Edward had never seen her move with such care, plucked an item from within.

At first, the old man didn't know what he was looking at, so cradled as it was in her palms as she brought it to Edward. But as she carefully placed it on the polished table in front of him, he was struck with understanding.

The man's heartbeat in his chest at a pace not felt since he was 'shot'.

It was a small, cheap, watch.

With shaking hands, he picked it up and turned it over, to inspect the clock face. The second hand ticked by the battery life saved thanks to the stasis. According to the hands, it was 10:32.

While he was merely staring at the device, shocked to his core for seeing such an old artifact of Earth, a second one was placed in front of him by Snarlp, who merely reached for a third out of the box.

Edward stood sharply, sending the chair toppling off the raised platform that meant Edward could sit at the table at the same height as any guest. Snarlp's head whipped round but froze, her hand inches above the crate, holding a digital watch. It showed 12:32 AM.

"How many..." Edward began, unable to ask.

"Loads. It's what intake collected from whoever was rescued." The canid replied softly, aware of the significance.

"What?"

"When you humans were rescued, there wasn't really a plan. Intake was messy. Some counters collected personal items, some didn't. This box is full of those timekeepers you were on about." She explained, plucking two more from the box. It was full to the brim with watches. Just watches.

"H-how... I thought they'd all be...?"

"Sold? Yeah, most human stuff was. But this crate was labelled wrong. They think it was because whoever labelled it was going to sell it on, but chances were they were arrested before they got a chance." The canid knocked a knuckle against the foreign text on the side, next to the stencil. "Storage folk saw the label, did their job correctly and bam. A veritable Lithium Mine left to gather dust."

"I take it we can't keep these." Edward asked, turning over the first watch in his hands. Cheap, but now priceless. It did its job nearly forty years later, ticking away.

"We can't no." Snarlp agreed, and Edward's heart fell. "You can though." She finished, deliberately taking a second to complete her sentence. Edward snapped his head back up at the now grinning canid.

"You're a cruel bitch! What are you saying?!"

"These are yours now. Government can't sell them and returning human artifacts to a human is a easy win in the PR department."

Edward had to brush his sleeve against the corners of his eyes whilst sniffing, but the canid didn't jab him for his display.

"Saying they're yours... You could... scan one?" Snarlp suggested. "I can think of more than a few people on this station alone that would want a mechanical watch. You could teach me to repair them too... You said you would..."

Edward sighed and smiled, he felt like he had a purpose again.

"They're not anything fancy... you can't get VR from them like your consoles."

"Oh my *moons*!! It's not 'VR' and you can't get SE from *just* a console!"

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Yandere Kuai Liang Would Include:

Kuai Liang was extremely dangerous as a yandere if he has feelings for you. He was loyal, and caring, yet obsessive and jealous, not to mention possessive. He was known for his short temper as well when it came to his significant other being around other men. If he deemed a person as a threat, he would not hesitate to get rid of them by any means necessary. In his eyes, no one was worthy of having you besides him.

Well at first, he would seem quite stern and distant from you. You would notice him always trying to figure you out, but he wouldn't tell you anything much. He would be like this for maybe a few months, but one day- He snapped. You say something that rubs him the wrong way, or you seem to be flirting with someone else, or you just do something he doesn't like. His facade slips and it's clear he likes you. He would try to control himself and keep it quiet, but eventually, he would cave.

In addition, he was extremely clingy as well. He always wanted to be with his beloved, constantly watching over you and never letting you out of his sight. He was known for his intense displays of jealousy when another approached you and for his temper flare-ups whenever you showed interest in a person other than himself. In short, he was an obsessive, jealous, possessive, and dangerous person to cross when it came to matters of the heart.

Kuai Liang was loyal and dedicated to you, but this could be a double-edged sword. He was willing to do anything and everything to protect you and make you happy, but he could also be incredibly possessive at the same time. He wanted you all to himself, and he wouldn't tolerate any other guy in the picture. He was obsessively jealous and protective of you, and he would go to extreme measures to keep you safe. On the other hand, if he deemed you the slightest bit unfaithful, he could become volatile and lash out in anger.

Kuai Liang was overprotective. He would do anything to protect you and keep you safe. If someone hurt you, he would do everything in his power to make sure that person regretted the day they met you. He was known for being extremely aggressive and even violent towards anyone who hurt you or tried to get in the way of the two of you. No one would ever bother you because they knew the consequences of harming you, but mostly because they feared Kuai Liang.

Kuai Liang could also be manipulative when he was in such a state. He would not hesitate to manipulate and deceive you if he felt like it would get him what he wanted from you. Also, he was quick to anger and had a short temper, which made it easier for him to get angry quickly. His feelings were often intense, so he was unpredictable with how he would react, sometimes being overly affectionate and loving, but other times being emotionally cold and distant. He is possessive to an obsessive degree and would not tolerate anyone touching you or making you uncomfortable.

He'll make you feel guilty anytime you are not with him or didn't text him immediately when he asks. He would use every advantage against you, trying to make himself look like the victim whenever possible. He would try to twist the situation to make you seem like you were being unreasonable or inconsiderate. If you refused to do something, he would use guilt tripping and gaslighting to try to get his way. If all of this failed, he would eventually resort to threats or emotional manipulation.

Kuai Liang was extremely possessive in a scary way. He was not only possessive of your time and attention, but he was also possessive of your body. He would not tolerate anyone else even looking at you without his permission. He was quick to defend against any other man who showed interest. In his eyes, you were his, and he would defend that claim in any way possible. This also included not letting you wear certain clothes that may attract attention from other men. He had to be the center of your life.

Kuai craves total control and submission. once he has his eye upon you, he will do anything and go to any length to keep you at his mercy. he wants every aspect of your life at his fingertips. From finances to social media, Kuai wants to know what his lover is doing, who you’re talking to, and where you’re going at all times. he also wants to know any intimate details about you and your life, no matter how private or personal.

He knows how to use guilt and fear to get what he wants. he can be very skilled at gaslighting his lover, he also has a tendency to be controlling and coercive, using threats to make you comply with whatever he says/asks you. he’s also very good at making arguments and is quite persuasive, especially when he knows he has the upper hand.

Kuai can be very vindictive and vengeful when he feels like he’s been wronged, even if the person involved was innocent or made a simple mistake. He will go to extreme lengths to get back at the person who he thinks wronged him—including harassing, stalking, blackmailing, and even causing physical harm. He will also hold onto grudges for long periods of time, even if the original slight was minor or trivial. this can lead to dangerous situations, as Kuai will not stop until he feels satisfied.

While Kuai can appear to be loving and protective on the surface, his obsessive and possessive nature often hides hidden depths of insanity. When he feels threatened or betrayed, he can become cold and callous, often displaying symptoms of narcissistic personality disorder and other mental health disorders. Under this facade, Kuai's deep sense of insecurities and feelings of inadequacy manifest in his desire for control over you, and a paranoid need to keep you close by. this can lead to him becoming violent and unpredictable, as he lashes out in blind rage and seeks to regain his control.

Kuai has a low emotional intelligence which can lead to communication issues between him and you. He struggles to recognize and acknowledge his own emotions, let alone understand the feelings of others. This can lead to him acting impulsively or irrationally, saying things he doesn't mean, and having a hard time managing his outbursts. Kuai's inability to regulate his emotions can also lead him to do things that he wouldn't normally do, and this can cause serious harm to both himself and you. he often finds it difficult to understand other people's perspectives, and often blames himself for situations.

In some cases, he may even kidnap you and lock you away in a secluded location in order to keep you completely under his control. This creates a sense of danger and thrill for him, which fuels his desire to keep you close despite the risk involved.

As a yandere, he obviously has an unhealthy obsession with you; He needs you more than anything else in the world. You are the center of his universe and everything you do or say is important to him. He is desperate to keep you by his side at all times and will do whatever it takes to ensure that.

If you try to escape or resist his advances, he may become enraged and respond with physical abuse or sexual coercion to force you into submission. He may also engage in gaslighting tactics to make you question your own sanity and beliefs, making you believe that you truly do want and need Kuai just as much as he needs you.

If you ever tried to break up with him or expressed any desire to leave him, \he may become enraged and lash out at you violently. He'll react negatively and not care what he does to you in that moment, as a way of trying to maintain control over you and prevent you from leaving him. His delusional mindset convinces him that he is justified in his actions because he is the only one who truly loves you and deserves to have you by his side. In his twisted logic, killing you would not be seen as a crime but rather a necessary act of self-defense to protect the sanctity of your relationship.

If someone tries to intervene and stop him from carrying out his plans, he'll see them as a threat that needs to be eliminated. He'll become increasingly desperate and unhinged, resorting to violent tactics in order to remove any obstacles standing in his way. He'll frame the interferer as a stalker or worse in order to discredit them and make it easier for him to get away with his actions.

If you agree to marry him, he sees it as the ultimate symbol of your commitment and devotion to each other. It is something that he has always dreamt of and longed for, and it would make him feel like he had finally won your heart and soul. However, this can also increase his level of possessiveness and obsession, making him even more determined to protect your union from any potential threats.

He sees having children with you as the ultimate expression of your love and devotion to each other. He may become extremely excited and eager to start a family, feeling like it solidifies your bond and makes your relationship even stronger. He may become extremely possessive over the pregnancy, refusing to let you do anything that may harm the baby. During the birth process, he becomes extremely overprotective and controlling, refusing to let any medical professionals interfere or influence the delivery in any way. He'll also become extremely possessive over the newborn child, seeing it as another extension of your love and loyalty towards him.

Fetish play – using specific materials like leather, latex, or silk to enhance the experience for him.

Voice kink/Dirty talk - coaxing, encouraging, and degrading you during sex is incredibly arousing for him. He loves calling you filthy, nasty, and vile things while pleasuring you, or telling you exactly how much he plans to take advantage of your body.

Cum Play - He also loves giving you a big ole' gooey load shot directly onto your stomach, chest, face, or wherever else he feels like it, leaving you covered in his seed.

Edging - He loves experimenting with different types of edging techniques, like teasing you with a vibrator or his fingers until you're practically begging for release, only to pull back at the last second and start the process all over again.

Spanking – there's just something so deliciously wrong to him that he wants without fear of causing any real harm. He loves the look of pure submission and desire that crosses his partner's face when he starts spanking, and the sound of skin smacking against his palm is like music to his ears.

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P-possessive Reiner smut for your consumption, kind patron? 🥺

Tw; domestic dubcon yandere smut // Yandere!Reiner x reader

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“Hey sweetheart. I missed you today.”

Reiner is a kind boyfriend when you two are out and about. Your home life is calm, too. It consists of him going to work and you staying at home. The life of a warrior isn’t easy, so your duty is to ensure he can keep a peaceful mind on his off time.

Although initially intimidated, by now, you’ve fallen into your tasks. You cook. You clean. You do his laundry, washing his blood-stained and ripped clothes so he doesn’t have to relive his battles. And he appreciates the work you do. He likes coming home to a kept house. On occasion, he even helps you with the chores — if he’s not too exhausted.

“Hey… lemme help with those.”

When you find yourself with little to do, you sit by the window with a book. As soon as you moved in, he bought you a whole shelf full of them. He likes it when you exercise your brain. Being cooped up all the time can’t be good for you. He wishes that he could let you out for a bit of fresh air — that he could trust you to be safe on your own. He can’t, though; not with the state of Marley. Your existence here is tranquil, especially when compared to the lives of others Eldians. He wants to keep you protected.

But that’s the downside of Reiner. He’s too goddamn possessive. You grew up in Marley all your life. You were good and keeping your head down and hovering beneath the radar. Since Reiner took you as his, you understand there are more challenges to your survival. There are people here who want to hurt your boyfriend and his colleagues; you’re positive they would harm you to get to him if they had to. You don’t think that doesn’t mean you should have to compromise your way of being.

“Please don’t be upset with me, baby. I’m doing this for you — for us. I couldn’t keep living if something happened to you.”

The hulking blonde does take you out of the house on occasion. It’s usually when you’ve cried and begged for long enough, or dropped the “u” word — unhappy. He gets frantic when he hears that. He knows you don’t have the capacity to leave; nonetheless, he doesn’t want you to feel forced to be with him, either. He wants your organic love, even though it was never natural to begin with. You two were newly acquainted when the government announced his request and had you move in.

When he brings you into the public sphere, people understandably stare. It’s not necessarily because they’re attracted to you; it could also be due to you being a novelty appearance. Unfortunately, he doesn’t see it like that. He inevitably sees it as others trying to steal what’s his.

“Keep close to me. Less stares that way. And don’t leave my arm. I don’t trust those fuckers by the store.”

Everyone is a threat to his happiness. He’s never at ease. He’s constantly on edge from having to defend you from opponents that don’t exist. You feel his fist tighten around your smaller hand when he stops to chat with a colleague and they gawk at you for a bit too long. Porco is a fine example of this. You suppose he only does it to get under Reiner’s skin, but he tends to make you uncomfortable with his prying eyes, too. The blonde actively tries to avoid the shorter male when he brings you around these days.

And no matter how many times you tell your possessive boyfriend that you’re not a trophy to be won, or goods to be accumulated, he reacts the same way.

“You know I don’t mean it like that, sweetheart. You’re just so fucking special to me.”

That’s why he fucks you so hard when you two get home, pent up and frustrated that people have the audacity to ogle his piece of heaven. He’s a soldier, for fuck’s safe; he puts his life on the line for these bastards, and they dare trace their hungry glares up and down your figure. He wants to teach them a thing or two, and he fucking hates it. He shouldn’t be so brazen with his protectiveness — you shouldn’t make him want to maim everyone who looks at you.

His teeth sink into your flesh, leaving marks on your neck, shoulders, and breasts. It doesn’t matter how light or dark your skin is, he finds a way to leave the deepest, darkest blemishes on your body. Subtle, perhaps; but not to those exploring what you have to offer. The next time he takes you out, he’ll make you wear outfits that show them off. With his arm around your waist, keeping you glued firmly to his side, there’s no room for ambiguity. You’re very much his, and that will never change.

“Want you forever honey… oh fuck… wanna stay inside you forever.”

You claw his back as he slides deeper into your hole. He doesn’t slow his pace. He doesn’t retreat to a shallower length. He continues to pound you until you’re begging him to have mercy. And he does; he does! It just takes him a moment to process what you said.

He doesn’t intend to harm you, he merely gets lost in his mind sometimes, when he’s super stressed. You understand, right? Of course you do. He kisses and licks on you until it makes sense, until you recognize that he loves you, until you know — without a shadow of a doubt — how much you mean to him. Even if you had concerns prior to him making you cum, you don’t after.