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berrychiffy · 3 years

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Here’s the idea I had- (it’s was evening and everyone was dressed up in there costumes then (s/o and mondo) were just hanging out (I don’t have any more ideas-

Hi!! Ooh a Halloween fic! That’s a great idea! So sorry it took me a while to answer your ask, college has been a pain, haha! This sounds like a lot of fun! Also, guess you can consider this a very late Halloween fic lol! Again, so sorry for the huge delay! I hope you enjoy what I came up with!

Also, reader has no specific gender, so guys, gals, and non binary pals, y’all are welcome!

Under The Midnight Stars

This was probably the first time in years you’ve decided to do anything remotely fun for Halloween. Trick or treating certainly wasn’t an option at your age, and Halloween themed fairgrounds always terrified you. Heck, after you deemed yourself too old to go trick or treating at 15, your Halloween tradition was always to watch a few nostalgic Halloween movies. Nothing too scary, for you would probably lie awake in your bed for nights on end. Your parents suggested you go to your school’s Halloween dance, but parties CERTAINLY weren’t your thing. Especially any form of dance parties.

But… Mondo Owada, your boyfriend had asked you to go to the dance with him. And damn it, after he asked you so nicely, you just couldn’t say no!

So, a week before the dance, you and Mondo decided on going as pirates and had your fellow underclassman, Tsumugi Shirogane make your costumes, since buying them from a store would be way too expensive. The funny thing was… you were actually starting to get excited about the dance. Just you and your boyfriend’s eyes on each other’s as you would dance the night away… just thinking about it felt like a dream to you!

And on the day of, you were still excited! You got your costume on, did a few dramatic poses in the mirror, and even made a Halloween themed fruit salad to bring to the party, thanks to the amazing invention that are bat, pumpkin, and skull shaped cookie cutters.

Even once you met up with Mondo just outside the school, you were generally in a good mood. You and Mondo talked for a bit, ate some food, and did a few dances as time went by. This was probably the most fun that you’ve had in years…

That is, until more people started showing up. Students you’ve never talked to having full conversations with Mondo like they were lifelong pals, students in much more realistic, scary costumes, and mean students you avoided like the plague from your Reserve Course classes. The dance floor became more crowded with people who occasionally bumped into you without realizing here and there. Mondo was still talking to those two students you didn’t know. You wanted to get his attention so that you wouldn’t feel as awkward, but he looks like he’s having fun talking to those people. You didn’t want to be rude…

Okay… how about some punch? Yeah, that should calm you down, right? You nervously made your way across the sea of people in creepy costumes and over to the punch bowl at one of the buffet tables, trying your best not to bump into anyone. As you finally made it, you poured some punch into your festive Halloween cup and began making your way back to where Mondo was sitting. But… just as you were making your way back, not only did you bump into another person, but you accidentally spilled your punch on them.

To make matters worse, you bumped into none other than…

“Hey! Watch it, you little creep!”

Natsumi Kuzuryu.

Dressed up as a royal empress.

Oh shit…

“S-sorry! I was just—”

“Ugh! Look what you did to my dress! Don’t you realize how expensive this was?!”

“I-I didn’t mean to! I’m sure it’ll come off in the wash!”

“How would you like it if I spilled punch on you, huh?!”

“P-please don’t do that! I’m really so—”

Without warning, she took her glass of punch and splashed it all over your face. Some of it had gotten into your eyes, causing you to squeeze them shut and rub them furiously.

“Watch where you’re fucking going next time! Got it, dipshit?”

As you nodded your head and began to tear up, you heard your fellow upperclassman, Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu storming up to his sister and shouting at her. As they argued, you heard footsteps rapidly approaching you, and a pair of familiar hands gently placed over your cheeks.

“Ah shit. You okay babe? I’m sorry I didn’t see what was going on sooner. Want me to kick her ass for ya?”

“N-no… it’s fine… I just… need to get out of here!”

Before he could say anything, you ran out of the building and sprinted out into the cold. You weren’t sure how long you’ve been running, but you eventually stopped under a tree. God, you just needed to breathe. You knew coming to this party was a bad idea. You just knew it!

You just wanted to be alone. You just wanted to go home. You don’t want to be at this stupid party anymore—

“S’ it cool if I join ya?”

That voice… that voice so deep and gruff… yet so kind and gentle… you just couldn’t say no to it.

“Mhmm…”

Soon enough, you feel Mondo sit next to you and shift closer to you. You then felt a napkin gently press against your right cheek, wiping away the spilt punch that remained.

“Sorry, you just… got a little something there…”

“It’s fine…”

You were both quiet for a while, not really sure what to say as Mondo continued to wipe your face clean. Once he was done, he gently placed a hand over your cheek and looked as if he was checking for any missed spots.

“That better?”

“Mhmm…”

More awkward silence enfolds. You didn’t want to be this distant at the moment, but you were too embarrassed and stressed to say anything to him. He eventually broke the silence after letting out a calm sigh.

“Seriously, I can go kick Natsumi’s ass for ya if you want. I ain’t above hitting bitchy girls.”

“N-no! Please don’t do that. I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“I don’t give a fuck. She shouldn’t be treating you like dog shit!”

“L-look. I don’t want to think about Natsumi anymore. So… can we just… drop it, please?”

“…”

“Aight…”

You fell silent again before he put his arm around you and rubbed circles into your shoulder. This prompted you to be honest with how you were feeling to him.

“I’m sorry I ran off like that. I just… I don’t do very well at parties. They kinda… stress me out.”

“They do?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Well… why didn’t ya say so before?”

“You asked me. A-and I didn’t want to be rude, and I could tell you really wanted to go, so… I just said ‘yes.”

“…”

He moved his hand away from your shoulder and under his chin, almost as if he was thinking about something or processing the whole situation.

“Shit. I didn’t mean ta put pressure on you like that. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, no! It’s not your fault at all! I-it’s mine! I’m just super weird a-and I can’t socialize very well. B-but I still had fun trying on costumes together! And I had a little bit of fun tonight…”

“…”

“Until?”

“Um… until more people started coming. Th-that’s when I was kinda… panicking a little. I was gonna get myself some punch to calm down a bit… then I accidentally bumped into Natsumi and… well, you pretty much know what happened there…”

“…”

“I-I’m sorry. I know you really wanted to just dance and have fun, but I’m ruining your night. I’m really so—”

Before you could even finish your sentence, Mondo enveloped you in a tight hug, gently running his fingers through your hair.

“Don’t even say that. You ain’t ruining my night. If anything, it’s that Natsumi bitch who killed the mood.”

“But I kinda started it—”

“You didn’t start shit. It was an accident, and she took it way too far. It ain’t your fault she’s a bitch to everyone.”

“B-but—”

Mondo then pulled you closer and moved his hand from your hair to your back, rubbing circles into it in an attempt to soothe you.

“Listen, I’m here for you. Just know that, okay? When you’re feeling like shit, or if someone’s giving you a hard time, just let me know. I’ll be there. I’ll always be there. You got that?”

His words… his kind words… they always cheered you up, even when all you wanted to do was mope.

“Yeah. I got it.”

“Good.”

“…”

“Hey, Mondo?”

“Hm?”

You felt your joy begin to come back as a smile crept onto your face.

“Do you know how much I love you?”

“Haha! Come on, babe! Don’t get all sappy on me!”

“Just answer the question, ya dingus.”

“Fine, fine. A lot.”

“Wrong! I love you a lot MORE, dummy!”

“Oh really? Cuz last time I checked, I loved you a lot more!”

“Well, news flash! You checked wrong!”

“No I fuckin didn’t!”

“Yes you did!”

The two of you kept playfully debating over who loved the other more, which escalated into play fighting. Eventually, you both rolled down the hill as you continued to laugh together about how ungodly cheesy you both were. As you were now at the bottom of the hill, you gazed into each other’s eyes and smiled.

“I love you, Mondo.”

“Heh. Love ya too.”

And as you both leaned in closer, your lips gently pressed against each other in a passionate kiss. This resulted into a romantic little make out session outside of the school, in the grass, and under the midnight stars.

And at that moment, you realized you didn’t need the school’s big Halloween party, or the dance floor, or any of Natsumi’s bullshit.

All you needed was this moment.

This beautiful moment with the boy you loved the most.

This was the best Halloween you’ve ever had.

#danganronpa #x reader #mondo owada #natsumi kuzuryuu #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #boiledchildrenforever

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havethetimeofyourstyles · 4 years

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Hey, Stranger

alright guys, gals, and non binary pals! I present to you ‘Sex with a Stranger (but not really a stranger)’! so excited to be a part of @berrynarrybanana ‘sex bucket list fic challenge! theres a ton of talented ass writers participating in this, so be sure to check it out!

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A well deserved break was in your favor.

A long break that had to do with a lot of drinking and perhaps fucking, if you’re lucky enough tonight.

Work has been stressful lately. Being the CEO of an up and coming makeup brand has its perks. The new season called for a new line of makeup and the whole process would start again. The countless meetings with the design team, marketing team, and the factory; all while hoping everything runs smoothly.

It was the busiest season of the year trying to come up with new and better ideas for your brand, and hoping everyone likes it.

Needless to say, you needed a break. A well deserved break at that.

It’s been a while since you properly went out by yourself. You’re not even sure if you’ve ever been out by yourself, especially to a bar. It was a last minute decision that you told yourself that you were going to step out and have a drink after work, and it would’ve been too late to call anyone up considering it was 8 at night.

Work had been keeping you at the office later than usual, and you hated it. You were a firm believer of having downtime and taking care of your body and skin after work, but you get home so late that all you want to do is crash; not given enough time to relax.

But it was Friday night and you thought that a drink to celebrate the end of the working week was enough to go out.

You walked through the door of the bar, seeing that there were a good amount of people there, but it wasn’t too overcrowded. You took a seat at the counter, and the bartender had already seen you, making his way to you.

“Hi. Can I get a shot of tequila please?”

“Sure thing,” he replied and quickly took out a shot glass and reached for the tequila bottle that was at the top of the shelf, and poured it. “Want a lime? Or a chaser to go with that?” He asks as he sets the glass right in front of you.

“Nah, I’m good. Thank you.” Without a thought, you downed it, letting the burning liquid run down your throat. The bartender was still in front of you, an impressive look on his face. “Can I get another please?” He nods, and pours you another, which you gulp it quickly. He waits for you to ask for another, “I’m okay right now. I’ll call you if I want another, thanks,” he nods and serves his other customers.

You start eating the peanuts that were set right in front of you as you remembered that you didn’t have much to eat before; just a small salad with coffee for lunch. No wonder why you were so hungry, practically devouring the whole bowl of peanuts.

“Pretty impressive to down two shots in a row,” a man takes a seat right next to you. You couldn’t help but think how attractive he is. His hair was short and slightly curly at the top along. Overall, his face was just too pretty.

“Why, were you watching me?” You tease.

“How could I not when a pretty girl walks into a bar and orders two shots and downs them back to back?” He smirks and your face is hot. The two shots and very little food you’ve eaten had made your face fluster.

“Wow, that whole thing you said sounded like a song. Are you a musician?” He laughs, genuinely laughs. The whole head thrown back and his fist banging on the counter.

“Of some sorts. I’m Harry,” he takes his hand out to shake, and you take it.

“Nice to meet you, Harry.”

“And you are?”

“Whatever you want to call me tonight,” you smirk.

“Oh, so we’re playing like that, huh?” His brows raise and you nod, giving him a ‘mhm.’ “Well, if that’s the case, I reckon we’re gonna have a lot of fun tonight,” his eyes turn dark and you have no idea what you’re in for, but oh, you’re so ready for it.

“Tell me,” he starts and you raise your eyebrows, “tell me what you like being called.”

“Hmm. There’s a few that I can think of,” you think up, pretending to think.

“Yeah? Care to share?”

“I think I’ll save that for when it happens,” you tease.

“And when do you think it’ll happen?” He smirks.

The sexual tension between you two is insanely thick. With back and forth teasing and smirking, you two are building up the tension and connection, and there is absolutely no doubt that you have a connection with this stranger.

“I think it’ll happen a lot sooner than you think,” you give him a look as if you’re saying ‘how does that sound?’

“Do you mind if I touch you?” He suddenly asks.

“Quite the gentleman you are when you’re going to tear me up tonight,” you joke, but quite literally meaning it.

“Always a gentleman out of the bed, but don’t expect me to be nice to you in bed,” he tests.

“Oh, I don’t expect you to be. Want you to go for it. And by the way, yes you can touch me.”

Harry grabs your hand, caressing it. It had surprised you because you had expected him to go somewhere less innocent than holding hands. You feel the soft rubs of his thumb, gently rubbing over your skin, and the small touch of his sends electrical sparks throughout your body. You’ve never felt like this. The slightest touch of someone you don’t know and had just met had this effect on you, and it blew your mind.

“What are you trying to do, Harry?” You take a deep breath as he begins rubbing your leg. He starts off slow, starting at the knee, testing to see if it was okay, and when he looked up at you, he saw you nod and began circling his single finger across your thigh.

He made all sorts of patterns across your thigh, and you had wished that you were wearing a skirt or shorts just so you could feel it on your actual skin, but the thick barrier of denim was in the way.

Harry’s face was close to yours and you think he’s about to kiss you, but his face steers him next to your ear. You feel his run closer to your heated core, but not just there yet. He was running his finger in your inner thigh, making you squirm in your seat and hit breaths coming out of your mouth, hitting Harry’s ear.

“I’m trying to get you ready. Is that okay?” He finally answers your question, and you had totally forgotten that you had asked that due to the distraction of an insanely hot man teasing you to your death.

“Get me ready for what exactly?”

“I’m sure you know what.”

“Hmm, rather have you tell me,” you hear him take a breath in and out. What you don’t expect next was that his finger had made its way in between your thighs, pushing down on your clit. The feeling had totally shocked you, not expecting him to touch you in such an open and public place, but you honestly are far from caring.

“Wanna lick and eat your pussy when I take you back to my place. I want you to cum all over my mouth that your legs give out. Then I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’re sore. Gonna fuck you till you remember me for the next guy you wanna fuck because let’s face it, darling, all you’ll be thinking about is me. You’re gonna come back to my cock and begging me to fuck you over and over again,” he tells you sensually in your ear, all while pressing down on your clit and moving his thumb around. The friction between your thick jeans and his finger felt amazing, and it took so much in you to not buck your hips into his finger. “How does that sound?” He says, coming face to face with you.

The dominant side of him is showing heavily. But you were one to not put down a fight.

“That sounds great, in all honesty, and I would absolutely love that. But I’ll believe it when you show me. You could be all talk for all I know,” you’re practically challenging him to your death. You know this guy would fuck you good. Hell, the way he’s just talking to you is leaving you a stain on your panties from your arousal.

“You’re testing me, darling,” he shakes his head. “But if you really wanna know, how about I take you to my place right now and I’ll show you?” He stands from his stool.

You shrug your shoulders, “okay,” you stand as well, grabbing your purse. “But aren’t you gonna kiss me first?” Harry raises his eyebrows, shocked this woman is even asking that when he’s literally about to fuck her brains out. “What? All I’m thinking is that what if our first kiss is horrible when we get back to yours? So if the kiss is horrible then the sex will definitely be worse,” you know you’re on his last nerve, and you’re surprised he hasn’t moved on to the next girl to pull his moves on, but he seems to be enjoying the bantering.

“Okay, that’s fair. Can I kiss you darling?” Harry asks just like the gentleman he is.

“Yes. Please kiss me,” you plead.

Harry wastes no time in connecting your lips together. Soft lips that mold together when they become one. The taste of alcohol on each other’s tongue can drive you both drunk; drunk in one another’s taste, lips, hold. You had wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he wraps his around your waist. The two of you both kiss each other in the middle of the bar, not giving a single fuck that people are still around and they can obviously see. You’re so caught up in him, he’s so caught up in you that neither of you don’t care to stop.

The only thing that does make you two stop was the drop of glass shattering, startling the both of you to pull away from one another. Some random guy had dropped his drink, making a complete mess on the ground, and all the attention was turned on him. Luckily, away from you and Harry.

“How was that?” He asks, in hopes that you would still let him take you home,

“It was good. Really good.” There was no point in playing with him if he’s actually good in bed. You knew that the first time he sat next to you. But god, that tongue is driving you crazy, and it’s sending so many thoughts of what else that tongue can do to your body.

“Then let’s save the rest for later, darling. Reckon we put on a show,” he chuckles, placing his hand on your lower back to guide you through the door. “Really not gonna tell me your name yet?”

“Hmm, nah. Maybe after you fuck me. I believe you’re already too attached,” you tease.

Harry laughs and shakes his head, and thinks this girl is gonna be the death of me.

The ride to his house was anything but awkward. Harry had called his driver, not wanting to risk driving even though he’s only had one drink, but really he just wanted to be close to you. You’ve never met someone who has their own personal driver, and it amazed you how much money this guy has. Not like you were interested in the money because frankly, you were only in it for the hot sex you’re about to have with, but damn! Hot stranger with hot sex and hot money? Why the fuck not.

As soon as the door shut and the car started moving, he grabbed your face and pressed his lips against yours. He told you that he was saving the kisses for later, but he couldn’t help it. Your lips were irresistible that he needed to feel it against his again, along with other places, but he’s only a handful of minutes away and then he’ll be graced with the beauty of her lips around his cock.

His aching and hard cock, to be exact.

Once the car comes to a stop, he thanks his driver and leads you out the car and to his front door. You stand behind him as he tries getting the right key into the slot, but he’s shaking and anxious because of his excitement.

You made the bold move to reach over and palm his bulge. Harry’s breath hitches in his throat as he continues fumbling with his keys. Your front is pressed to Harry’s back, squeezing him through his pants. You can tell he’s big and ready to be taken care of.

“Never gonna get in the house if you keep doing that,” he moans out, finally relieving some of the pressure that went straight to his cock.

“Sorry, couldn’t help but notice how hard you were when we were in the car, so I had to feel for myself,” you say against his back, kissing him through his shirt. He turns his head to the side, so you could hear what he’s about to say loud and clear.

“Keep it up or I’m fucking you against the door that you’ll be screaming my name so loud that you would wake up my neighbors.”

“You act like I’m opposed to that,” you giggle, but he takes your hands away from his dick, practically throwing it off.

He turns around slightly towards you, and his eyes darken, “be good.” You practically go silent after that as he turns back around.

He finally unlocks the door, pulling you instead to his house before smashing your lips against his. The quick movements had shocked you as you tried observing his wealthy home, but didn’t get a chance to due to his lips.

Heated kisses dominate your mouth as your back hits the closed door. His tongue repeatedly touches yours, making your knees weak, and if it wasn’t for Harry holding you so tight, you would have definitely fallen.

It was like you were finally waiting for this moment to come. The tension at the bar was so sharp that just upon meeting each other, there was a pool in your panties and a hard on in his pants.

And to which, the arousal you both had are both hot and ready to devour one another to pleasure.

“Can I touch you?” He one last time, knowing that this time you were turning in your full permission and submission. He already knew you were weak for him when you had said yes the first time, but again, he is a gentleman.

You nod and lift the hem of his shirt up a bit, raking your nails on his love handles as you earned a moan from his that directed to your mouth. Harry unbuttons your jeans and pulls down the zipper, not finding enough time to fully take your pants off before his hands are down your pants already. His fingers find your clit, rubbing it gently in slow circles and he feels your wetness lubricating his fingers.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he whispers out. You only nod, not wanting to speak but only wanting your lips to be occupied by him. His finger finally touching your raw and bare pussy sent shivers down your spine. You were waiting for it ever since he had gotten close to you.

He pulls his lips back from yours and starts kissing your neck as he undos the buttons of your shirt, and lifts it up and over your head, leaving you in just your bra and jeans. He trails down to your collarbones and works the latches of your bra, unhooking it to reveal your breasts.

“Your tits, holy shit,” he immediately takes on your nipples, sucking and biting it while grabbing the other and fondling it, and switches and does the same. Once he’s done, he kisses his way down to your stomach, pulling your jeans down fully along with your panties.

You had worn a red lace cheeky panty, feeling the most confident in sexy underwear. “Gonna have to see you in that another time, love,” the thought of him saying another time had made your heart drop. You couldn’t deny the connection between you two. Although not knowing him well enough emotionally, the physical connection was so strong.

“Fucking lick me already,” you pant out breathlessly, already feeling heated from his teasing kisses.

“Alright, alright,” you had expected him to lick you up already, but he still continues with kissing your skin and sometimes sucking on it, leaving a hickey. He kisses your pubic bone and thighs before hiking one leg up to rest on his shoulder, and starts licking a strike up your heated core.

Harry flicks his tongue on your clit many times before sucking on it as you're a moaning mess standing above him. You grab a fistful of his curls before slightly bucking your hips, grinding against his tongue. The sensation running through your body is powerful, and you're lucky your leg is on Harry’s shoulder or else you would have collapsed.

“Fuck, yessss,” you moan out as you continue grinding on his tongue. Harry stops you from moving by pulling back a little before inserting two fingers inside your pussy and continues flicking his tongue on your clit. His fingers curl up to meet the spongy spot inside of you, taking you to the brink of your orgasm. “Keep doing that,” he doesn’t stop fingering you and you continue with your motion from before, needing to feel pressure on your clit with his tongue.

“Taste so good, baby,” he says quickly before proceeding to lick and suck your clit.

“Mhm,” you whine out, “I’m gonna cum, baby,” you say as your hips buck.

“Cum on my face, please. Need it,” he urges out, continuing to curl his fingers into your pussy.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” you had felt like a water balloon inside you had exploded, feeling the overwhelming pleasure of your orgasm. Harry lets go of your leg that was resting on his shoulder and kisses your clit once more and the inside of your thighs, before kissing up to your lips. When you put your foot down on the ground, you were welcomed by a wet floor. You tried looking down at the mess you’ve made, but Harry’s lips caught yours, and you feel his wet chin that’s dripping your inside fluids off of his chin and down to your chest and the taste of your orgasm on his lips, making the scene so erotic and filthy.

“Be careful, you might slip. Let’s go to the bedroom, yeah? Maybe you can make a mess on my sheet like you did my floor. Didn’t know I got squirted in my hands,” he grabs the back of your thighs, hoisting you up and your legs go around his waist. You were about to kiss him, feeling lost without it, but he needed to watch his step as he turned out, not wanting to slip and hurt both of you.

He carries you to the bedroom as you kiss his face and his neck, and it takes so much in him not to just fuck you where he’s standing. Once he finally sees the bed, he makes sure he’s close enough before he practically throws you on it. A squealing yelp comes out of your mouth as you giggle slightly.

Harry was still fully clothed as you’re fully naked, but you wanted to change that as soon as possible. You motion him to come towards you with your finger, and he walks towards the edge of the bed, standing above you. You sit on your knees on the bed, and lift his shirt up halfway so he could take it off. And once he does, you admire his body. His beautiful body that you’ve been aching to see. The one that doesn’t compare to anyone else, and all you want to do is love on him and fuck him.

“Fuck, look at you,” you breathe out before you kiss his neck and trail down to his chest. His tattooed chest was something you wanted to look out forever. You wanted to kiss each and every single one of his inked designs, but you do that to what is right in front of you. You kiss the swallow tattoos, kissing down the middle and stopping at his pecs. You lick one of his nipples and do the same to the other, and Harry had not expected you to do that at all, but he isn’t complaining. You then trail down to the butterfly on his stomach, kissing it loads before going down to the ferns that lay at the bottom. His body is so sexy, so magnifying, and you wanted to engulf every single inch of him.

You managed to get his belt off, and start working on the button and his zipper, pulling it down just enough to see the entirety of his underwear. Harry quickly takes off his jeans and kicks them to the side as he stands in just his underwear. You continue kissing his stomach, deciding that you weren’t done leaving a trail of your lips all over his body so he wouldn’t forget about this night. You fondle him over his briefs, relieving some of the pressure that is his hard cock, and Harry moans.

A smile is present on your mouth, happy to hear his sensual moan. “So hard for me already,” you look up through your lashes.

“Been hard since the moment I laid my eyes on you,” he looks down at you, and you smile, blushing at his statement.

You finally release the restraint that is his underwear, and his dick springs up. You lick your lips hungrily, looking up at him. “You’re so fucking big, holy shit.”

“Stroking my ego, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, and stroking your cock,” you lick your hand and grab a hold of him, stroking your hand up and down, working him up. As your hand works against him, you suck the skin of his hip, leaving multiple hickeys on his skin.

You finally lick up his cock from base to tip, and take his tip inside your mouth, sucking lightly. You then take more of him, hollowing your cheeks.

“Yeah, baby. Do it like that,” Harry groans out. He pushes all of your hair to one side, so he could see your face. You were in an all fours position, and it was hurting your back and neck, but you didn’t care; only wanting Harry to feel the pleasure right now.

You start taking more of him, feeling the tip hit the back of your throat and your nose pressed up against his pubic bone. Harry moans get stuck in his throat and you release him.

“Like that? Like when you can feel the back of my throat? Like when you’re in my mouth? Huh…daddy?” The name had slipped and you didn’t expect it. But it had turned you on even more, and you were hoping it did the same to him.

And oh, it did.

His eyes turn dark as he looks down at you with his cock in your hand, pumping it. He smirks, grabbing a fistful of your hair, bringing you up to his lips. Your forehead is pressed against his and his lips graze yours, and you want to desperately kiss them. And you try to, but he tugs your hair back.

“You wanna call me daddy? Yeah? Be a good little girl and suck daddy’s cock, and let’s see if you have the honor of calling me that. Got it?” You nod, not trusting your voice and also surprised how fast his tone changed. He pushes your head back down to his cock and you take him back in your mouth. Your mouth works on him, having to move from side to side because of the position you're in, which causes your whole body to move as well.

From Harry's view, he’s got the view of your naked back and your ass. He lets one hand go from your hair and reaches forward to slap one cheek causing you to moan around him. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” he whispers out, feeling the vibrations from your moans straight to his dick.

The second time he said the pet name, it made you clench. It caused your thighs to slightly close and make you moan around his cock. And Harry notices and he thinks he hit the jackpot.

He pulls out of your mouth again and brings your face to his with both hands on the sides of your face.

“You like that, huh? Like being called a good girl? Didn’t wanna fucking tell me your name because you wanted me to call you good girl. Think you were being a good girl? I certainly don’t think so. Do you think so?” Your hair was a wild mess, mouth still wide open like his big cock had jammed it open. He slips his thumb in your mouth, “answer me.”

“No, don’t think I was.”

“Exactly, I didn’t think you were either. But since you wanna be called that so bad, prove to me that you are by sucking me good,” he lets go of you and you bend down to continue sucking him.

He starts bucking his hips, fucking your mouth, and hitting the back of your throat causing you to gag around him. It had felt amazing to him, having you gag around him, but decided to stop, not wanting to hurt you.

“Do it again? Want you to fuck my mouth,” you beg. He doesn’t hesitate to thrust into your mouth, starting off slowly though, not wanting to push you.

After a thrusting a few or more times, he starts holding your head when he reaches the back of your throat and your face is pushed up against his body. You tried your very best not to push away; opening your mouth wider than ever and relaxing your throat. Harry pulls you off of him and a string of saliva hangs from your lips to his tip.

“Fuck, you’re fucking mouth, baby,” he pulls your face up to meet his, giving you a heated kiss. “You may call me daddy. Your mouth is so filthy already. Sucking me so good. You definitely are a good girl.” He kisses your lips and moves down to your neck.

“Thank you, daddy.”

Now that foreplay is out of the way, he can’t wait to stuff himself inside of you. He had gone to get a condom, but you told him that you were clean and was on the pill, and said that he could go bare as long as he was clean. He immediately agreed and told you that he was clean and he just recently got tested, and if you wanted to see the result. You laughed, telling him no and that you trusted him.

You lay on your back against the pillows and he hovers over you, giving you a few kisses before he reaches between you and lined himself up with your pussy.

He finally pushes in and you both let out a moan in a sigh of relief. The feeling of the two of you connected, increased your arousal as Harry started thrusting in and out of you. Your hands were placed on his hips, pulling him close if possible; wanting him close as he pounds into you.

“Feels so good,” your head throws back onto the pillows. Harry grabs both of your arms from around his waist before lifting them up above your head, holding your wrists in one hand. The other hand places a hand on one of your breasts, squeezing it harshly.

“Yeah? Who feels good, baby?” He drives even deeper into you.

“You, daddy. You feel so good,” you practically scream out.

“God, baby girl, you feel amazing,” his head is thrown back in ecstasy, feeling you coat his cock with your arousal.

“Thank you, daddy,” you bite your lip and innocently look him in the eye, but you’re far from innocent,

“No, thank you. Just met and you’re already calling me daddy. Fuck, where have you been all my life?” He continued to thrust like there’s no tomorrow—harder, deeper, and all you could do is take it and moan.

“Been so…lost…without you. Harder, please.” You feel yourself start slipping. Your head begins to feel dizzy as he relentlessly attacks your pussy with his cock. The pain and pleasure had taken over your mind, swirling and jumbling your words and thoughts.

“My good baby girl wants it harder, huh?” You nod as you shut your eyes, feeling so much pleasure as Harry starts thrusting harder and faster, making a moaning mess out of you, his chest slightly sweaty from the movement and your back damped from the writhing above the sheet.

“You’re here now, aren’t you? You’re here and you’re mine. Right, baby? You’re mine now?” Harry’s dominant side is seeking through, needing the praise and the reassurance.

“Mhm…here and yours.”

“That’s right. Wanna be a good girl and ride my cock?” You nod and he pulls out of you, a whimper leaving your lips from the absence of him, and lays right next to you before pulling you on his body. You barely had any time to register what was happening, because it was all happening too fast for your liking, you found herself straddling him and he immediately lined himself up again, and pushed you down to sink onto him.

You slowly start grinding on him as you were still in her hazing state. Everything was so fuzzy, but you continued to bounce on him, wanting to make him happy.

“Good, baby girl. That’s so good,” he moans out, gripping your hips hard as he guides you up and down his cock. His hands trail up your stomach, stopping at your breasts to give them a harsh squeeze. He then reaches up to suck on them before covering them again with his hands. “Love your fucking tits.”

Your hands cover his big ones grabbing your tits, and it’s a sight for Harry. His baby girl was riding him, eyes closed, mouth open, him touching her tits, and her touching his hands touching her tits. He was practically in heaven.

“Gonna cum, daddy,” you whimper. You open your eyes and fall on his chest, all while still moving your hips. “Please, let me cum? Please, daddy?” You’re nose to nose with him, pleading to let you feel pleasure to the full extent.

“Hold it, baby. I’m nearly there,” he says, kissing your cheek. A pout formed on your lips and you whined a little, feeling like you’re going to explode anytime soon. But you wanted Harry to reach his high too, so you don’t say anything and you hold it.

“Fuck me then? Please, fuck me?”

“Hold on tight, okay?” Your arms wrap around his neck and your face is buried right next to his head. The gaps were closed between you two, and you’re so close to him that it was starting to get hot, but in the best way.

Harry wraps his arms around your torso, hugging you to him as he plants his feet onto the bed, and starting fucking up into you. His thrusting is fast and hard with skin slapping against each other and moans were only heard, and he’s there. He’s on the edge.

“Daddy…” you say softly in his ear, practically begging him to give you his permission. “Please.”

“Go ahead, baby. Cum for me, yeah?” And with that, you cum…hard. So does Harry; shooting his hot cum deep inside of you with a loud groan of relief escaping his lips. “God, yes.”

You softly grind down on him, riding your orgasm out until you feel a familiar squirting between your legs and on Harry's stomach.

“Mmm,” you whine out.

“Doing so well for me, baby girl. Cumming so hard for me, right?” You only nod, continuing to cry out.

He pushes you off of him and you whimper, feeling lost without his body pressed up against yours, even though he’s inside of you still. You’re sitting up, straddling him, and you start feeling pressure on your clit. Harry’s thumb presses against it and starts rubbing it fast.

“Ohh…” the feeling gets you to your next orgasm, grinding down on his cock as he rubs your clit.

“One more, yeah? Got one more in there for me?” He challenges.

“Mhm…for you, daddy.”

“That’s right. For daddy, yeah? Come one, baby. Squirt for me again.”

And you do, you squirt until your legs are shaking, and Harry’s body and sheet are covered in your juices. Your cries are loud, but it’s full of pleasure and the feeling of overwhelm. This just takes you more into a headspace, and with the shaking of your legs, it makes you even more dizzy.

You collapse on Harry’s chest, wrapping your arms around him, wanting to feel him close as possible. You bury your face in his neck, practically crying against his neck, and you feel his hands rub your back and his lips against your temple.

“Hey, hey. Why’re you crying?” He tries pulling your face out of his neck, but you whimper, not wanting to let go. “Come on, look at me, please?” His eyes had gone soft for the crying figure on top of him. He knew you were probably too overwhelmed and sensitive from all the pleasure, especially the full and hard orgasms.

After a few minutes, you pull your head out of his neck and he’s met with glossy eyes and damped cheeks. He kisses your lips quickly, before asking, “what’s wrong, baby?”

“Don’t wanna leave, daddy. You’re gonna kick me out now,” you sniffle.

“What? No, I’m not. Baby, you live here too. Not gonna kick you out,” Harry frowns.

“Yeah, you are because I’m supposed to be just a one night stand, and Daddy doesn’t do sleepovers and we just met.”

“Hey, I’m Harry, alright? Come back to me. It’s Harry. You know Harry, right?” You only nod your head. “Your brain is all fuzzy, thinking I’m just daddy and I’m supposed to kick you out. No, it’s not like that, okay? We were just playing, remember?” He scratches your head.

“Daddy’s not gonna leave or kick me out?” You look at him with your glossy eyes, begging him for you to stay.

“Daddy or Harry’s not gonna kick you out. Nor are they going to leave you. Ever.” He could feel you starting to relax on him, taking deep breaths rather than hearing your cries. “Come on, miss my girl. Want you back. It was nice ‘meeting’ you at the bar, but I miss you so much,” Harry says in soft and a hushed voice. He cradles her and hums, trying to get you to come back to the world.

After a few minutes, he’s sure that you’ve fallen asleep in his hold, but you lift your head up, and he smiles.

“Hey there, pretty lady.”

“Harry?”

“Welcome back, stranger,” he kisses her nose and you smile at his affection.

“I went under again, huh?” Your face looked so defeated, like you were embarrassed. Sometimes you hated being in subspace because you have no clue and no control of how you’re acting.

“Yeah, but it’s okay. You’re completely safe when you are and stop worrying too much. There’s nothing you could do or say that would make me leave you. Married you, so you’re stuck with me.” You nod, feeling slightly better. Harry was always so good with reassurance and aftercare when you’re in subspace or not. He’s also so caring and that’s one of the many reasons why you love him.

“Thank you,” you say softly in his neck.

“Of course. Always gonna take care of you,” he hugs you closer for a moment, relishing every moment he gets when you’re in his arms. “Now, let’s go take a bath? Let me wash you up before we sleep.”

“Mmm. Don’t wanna move,” you say as you get comfortable on his body. “Feel so empty without you.”

“Not going anywhere, love. You could cling onto me while I get the bath ready, how does that sound?” He moves your hair, so he could see your beautiful and tired face. You lift your head up to look at him.

“No, what I meant was: I’m empty without you in me,” Harry’s mouth opens as if the realization just hit him; a soft ‘oh’ comes out.

“Want me in you? Without the fucking, huh? Just wanna feel warm and nice?” He smiles, often loving when you go into subspace because a little cockwarming is in his favor.

“Mhm. Please? Just for a little bit then we could take a bath.”

“Okay, whatever you want. We could also do it in the bath too, but let’s stay here for a moment,” you nod in agreement.

He reaches between you, stroking his dick to get it a little hard before lining himself up once again. His hips bucked and you pushed your hips down on him, both moaning in the relief of feeling full again.

“Feel so good, even like this, baby,” you say against his skin.

“Yeah? Keeping me warm, huh?” You nod and he kisses your face. “We should do this more often.”

“I always keep your cock warm though,” Harry laughs at your vulgar language, but he’s not surprised.

“I know that, but I didn’t mean that. I meant we should plan some nights where we don’t know each other and we meet up at the same place. Remember we always did that when we were dating? Got some of the best surprises out of each other.”

“Yeah, I remember. Back when I was able to fit into my maid costume,” you sigh.“But sure. I really liked today. I was going for something else, but daddy just slipped out and I know how much you love being called that, so I just went with it,” you start scratching the back of his neck, and he feels like he could fall asleep anytime, but he’d rather stay up and talk to you.

“Don’t deny that you don’t like calling me daddy either,” he sarcastically scoffs.

“You’re right. I do,” you giggle, knowing that it’s your favorite thing to call him besides your innocent pet names for him. “I’m gonna surprise you for what kind of role playing we’re gonna do when we pretend not to know each other.” You kiss his chest and he hums. You both feel so relaxed that you feel Harry getting soft inside of you, but he still feels warm.

“Okay, sounds good to me. As long as it’s with you then I have no reason to complain.”

You smile at him, feeling so loved and grateful you’re married to him. As you two lay close to one another, chest to chest, and sexually and emotionally connected, you’re appreciative for the stranger that’s not really a stranger, holding you in his arms.

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dented-nado · 3 years

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Well since you specifically asked: Twiddler

“Yah I like Eddie but he’s straight // BAD LUCK, HUH?”

“No he’s not”

“NO IM NOT??”

Shenanigans

I’m dying right now, the ol’ Harv(ey) stubbornly thinks that Edward fucking Nygma is s t r a I g ht love it. Still one of my fave convos we’ve ever had.

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Eddie’s POV

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It had been about a year since he had joined the sort of halfway home that Bruce Wayne had opened up for Ex-Rogues. However Eddie was somewhat convinced the billionaire he now realized had been Batman the whole time (pfft, he totally could have figured that out… he just… hadn’t…) rather liked having he, Harley, and Harv(ey) as a sort of odd band of roommates. And well… a literal mansion wasn’t a bad place to stay in by any stretch of the imagination.

He certainly had expected (and been quietly and not so quietly jealous) that because Harv(ey) and Bruce had apparently been close as far back as when they were children, Wayne would certainly be ecstatic to have Two-Face hanging around. He still was a little bit taken a back that well… anyone would want him around.

But he really was trying to reform. Maybe part of it was because the routine had gotten boring and he’d started finding more quiet and less destructive games and puzzles more entertaining these days. Besides, he realized he could have more fun with such things when he wasn’t being hauled back to Arkham because he’d taken things a little too far so often.

That being said, he had a new focus, a new goal.

And that was the previously mentioned Harv(ey) Dent. The giant, the absolute unit that towered over him.

Two souls for the price of one. Harvey was quietly intelligent (though sometimes a little bit delightfully oblivious), kind, and soft. Then Harv, he was bold, had a wonderfully fun fashion sense, and had a gravelly voice that admittedly caused Eddie’s mind to pull a blank at times.

They were a man that could have half their face burned to a crisp with acid and still be the only man that had been in Arkham (in Edward’s opinion) that could really get it.

He still remembered the first time “two-face” had been escorted into Arkham, the sight of them had knocked the wind right out of him, completely stopped his plotting for his next attempt to outsmart Batman.

Sure, perhaps he had heard and sort of seen images of Harvey Dent, the famous distract attorney that had been nicknamed Gotham’s “white knight” on the tiny, crappy TV they were occasionally allowed to watch when they were let out of their cells. But that never did him justice.

Seeing him here? Up close?

What a man. A handsome man, carved by angels and blessed by the devil

Now if only he could get Harv(ey) Dent to notice him.

Since that day he’d tried time and time again under the hope that maybe just maybe… this giant of a man would consider a relationship of sorts.

He tried to impress them with his vast intellect, sitting close to him and going off about any fact or subject he happened to know. He then tried to drill Harvey about his knowledge as a lawyer (which he thought also might just be interesting to know). They were certainly a good listener… and Harvey warmed up to talking about legal jargon and the pains of law school with Eddie eventually.

He was able to talk to Harv about their mutual love of fun patterns and bright colors and agreed that anyone who dissed it just didn’t understand fashion. He also realized soon that Harv loved to talk when he was acknowledged, and Eddie was more than happy to encourage him to and lightly swoon at that voice.

However, they were still only on a ‘good pals’ basis.

Which maybe Eddie could have accepted, except he caught Harvey staring at him at times, smiling slightly whenever Eddie would talk about what interested him. And Harv, he had gotten Harv to laugh a few times.

There was something there, he knew it, but for some reason he couldn’t puzzle out, Dent wasn’t acting on it.

It continued to this day. Harley had suggested to Edward he simply outright tell Harv(ey) Dent he was interested in them. But that wasn’t fun or interesting, and certainly not as romantic as Eddie would like.

So, after years of frustration now, he decided he’d go to the one person who had known Harv(ey) Dent their whole life for advice.

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Bruce’s POV

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“So, that’s my dilemma.” Edward finished, pushing up his glasses in a very matter-of-fact way.

Bruce sighed. The only person who had ever rivaled his own stubbornness and… stupidity when it came to others having an romantic interest in them, was in fact Harv(ey) Dent. This would no doubt be difficult.

He wasn’t even sure how he managed to get into a relationship with Clark and Diana, so he wasn’t sure how much of a help he’d be trying to get Harv(ey) and Eddie to pair up.

“I’m decently sure he’s interested in you.” He replied.

“I’m quite sure too, however nothing I do seems to get them to do anything.” Eddie expressed, looking completely exasperated.

“hrrn....” Bruce grumbled thoughtfully. “What have you tried so far?”

“Well… I’ve given them gifts, flowers seemed like a sure-fire method- yet he seemed to somehow take them as a platonic gift.”

Bruce stared at Eddie for a long moment. “Who gives flowers platonically?”

Eddie shrugged.

Bruce sighed. “Dammit Harvey… Harv…” He mumbled under his breath. “I could try talking to them, get some better idea of what’s going on their head, could be Harvey and Harv keep arguing on how they want to respond.” He suggested.

Eddie nodded thoughtfully. “That may be the case, that is a possibility I had not considered… thank you for your assistance batma….. ah… Bruce…” He corrected with a slight grin.

Bruce half smiled back.

Batman was on the case.

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“So… Harv…. Harvey…” Bruce began wandering over to where they were sitting.

They were seemingly switching between drinking a hot coffee and a Frappuccino.

Harvey had complained more than once that because of their disagreements Harv ended up making them consume way too much sugar. Too much caffeine in this case it seemed.

Their eyes flicked over to him.

“Hi Bruce.”

“What’s up Pretty Boy?”

Bruce sat down across from them. “Eddie seems to be interested in you.”

Never hurt to be blunt with a lawyer.

Harvey snorted. “That’d be nice… he is really cute but…”

“I’m sure Eddie is straight, just our luck, right?”

Bruce had never been so shocked in all his life.

Straight?

Eddie…

Straight?! E d d I e.

Str a I ght, Edward Nygma E Nygam s t ra ight

The two concepts being put together caused a complete error in Bruce’s mind that was slowly beginning to fry.

Who could possibly conclude that Edward was s t r aight?

The riddler…. The riddler who for a while greeted Batman like he was lowkey interested in a literal love-hate relationship

Edward

Str a I ght.

“Are you… fucking kidding me?” Bruce ended up stammering before he even realized it. “He’s not… at all!”

Harvey blinked at him a few times in surprise.

“What do you mean?”

Bruce gaped at them. They couldn’t be serious.

“Harvey… I… Harv… he… he’s not exactly subtle about it. In fact he’s very open, very much out and proud, flaming even. I’m sure he’d agree.”

Harvey looked at Bruce through squinted eyes. “Are you sure Bruce?”

“Sure, maybe he’s a bit more flashy than your average guy, but that doesn’t mean gay.” Harv added with a shrug.

“He calls you handsome at least 3 times a day.” Bruce said still staring at Harv(ey) like they were absolutely insane.

“Lots of people do.”

“Have you ever seen him even flirt with any women??” Bruce asked in disbelief.

“No but… well there’s always been more men in Arkham, and when do you even have time for that?”

Bruce was somewhere in-between wanting to laugh at them and slap them.

“He’s given you flowers.”

“Pretty sure he’s just being friendly.”

“Friendly…” Bruce wheezed.

This conversation was taking years off his life at this point. He shook his head and texted Edward.

“Get in here (the living room downstairs) It’s important”

Edward slid in and sat peppily down on the couch with Bruce within a few minutes, causing Harv(ey) to look between Eddie and Bruce in confusion.

“You rang Mr. Wayne~?” Eddie asked with a cheeky grin as he leaned his head against his hand.

“You know what these men just said to me?” Bruce began folding his hands together.

“Bruce nooo…” Harvey pleaded.

“No no, I think he should know.” Bruce insisted.

Eddie raised his eyebrows comically high. “Well don’t keep me waiting, what’s the tea?”

Bruce cleared his throat. “They said… they’re sure you’re straight.”

Eddie stared at Bruce for a minute, eyes widening.

“Me?” He asked completely baffled.

Bruce nodded.

Eddie threw back his head and laughed until his face turned red and he had trouble breathing.

Harv(ey) looked on stiffly, feeling as if they had made a mistake somewhere as the dawning realization slapped them in the face.

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Harv(ey)’s POV

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It was bad enough they had put themselves in denial so far they had missed out starting something with the small bean-pole riddle-man much earlier…

But now because they had convinced themselves Eddie was straight and therefore could have no interest in them… Eddie and Bruce were refusing to let them live it down.

And Bruce seemed to have gotten literally everyone in on the joke. Anyone Bruce hadn’t told between his partners and his massive family, Eddie had told.

Harley had begun kissing Ivy in front of them while they both traded off saying “no homo tho” between kisses until Harv(ey) groaned and left the room in a huff, leaving them both laughing maniacally.

Eddie had begun dramatically entering a room with a flourish announcing “Ladies and Gentlemen, Guys, Gals, and Non-binary pals, the straightest man alive has arrived, you may all start the party.”

Even when they first slept together, Edward had started quietly laughing and mumbling about “how straight, and very much not gay at all this occurrence was.”

Bruce hadn’t been able to look at them in weeks without breaking out into a full on belly laugh at his expense, mumbling something along the lines of “The Riddler, st r a I ght, good lord...”

On one hand they were happy Bruce was laughing more but god dammit…

They felt a bit dumb about it to say the least.

“How did we ever think Eddie was straight?” Harvey thought to himself.

“I don’t fucking know. I really… really… don’t.”

Well… maybe giving everyone a little levity while still being able to date a cute red-head that seemed to know the strangest facts about almost everything that they could enjoy listening to him babble about for hours happily…. Was all worth it. Even if they were embarrassed by their comically stupid brand of denile.

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redpandaramblings · 4 years

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Save the Last Dance for Me Tamaki x GN Reader

One day. One day I’ll post to the right blog the first time.

Hellloooo My guys, gals, and non-binary pals! Remember that short list of upcoming fics I gave you? Yeah... Forget all that and have a Tamaki drabble. Bless. I am still working on my longer content, just needing a pallet cleansing drabble and Engelbert Humperdinck of all people invaded my brain.

Content Warnings- Not much this time around. Mild jealously. Fluff. Dancing. Somewhat outgoing reader.

Tamaki stood in a shadowed corner, the silk cowl of his formal outfit covering his face. He nursed his drink and shuffled from foot to foot as he counted down the minutes. The hero gala he was attending wasn’t how he’d prefer to spend the evening. However, Suneater was a top ten hero. As such, there was no way his absence wouldn’t be glaringly obvious. So here he was, suffering through the crowd, the press, the small talk, and the offers to dance. It was hell.

Well… Some of it was hell. His friends helped save him from awkward conversations. The food was pretty good. And then… there were the views. Amajiki’s gaze drifted toward the dance floor. You were glowing. You always did at these kinds of events. If given the chance, you’d spend the entire evening on the dance floor, laughing, twirling, and waltzing the hours away. The drape of your outfit allowed just enough swish to enhance your every move. Yes, as much as Tamaki hated these big formal events, he’d go to a thousand more to continue to see you this happy. You absolutely sparkled as you made your way across the floor with one partner after another.

Amajiki could never begrudge you finding other dance partners. Just the idea of spending the entire night having his moves scrutinised by everyone in attendance made his stomach roil with nausea and anxiety. It was much more enjoyable to watch how you changed depending on who you danced with. Iida had asked you to dance early in the evening. He had led you around the room not ungracefully, but rather with a starting sort of efficiency. Kaminari meanwhile had been jazzy and goofy. The two of you had laughed and grooved around the floor in a way that shouldn’t have worked with the music, yet did. Midnight had taken you to the floor and accompanied you in a sizzling tango that felt almost indecent to watch, yet demanded everyone’s attention. Izuku, Mina, Yaoyorozu, Taishiro. Everyone who had any desire to dance each got at least one chance to partner with you, and Tamaki didn’t mind at all. Except…

Sometimes. Sometimes hands would travel just too far down your back to be just friendly. And sometimes they’d lean in and whisper in your ear. And if those whispers made you throw your head back and laugh while smiling that one smile you get, like you were doing right now… Tamaki’s grip tightened on the glass he was holding. You were dancing with Mirio now. Of course you were. His friend was strong, handsome, talented, and looked unfortunately good with an arm wrapped around your waist. You looked greattogether. Moving together smoothly, showing off that you’d clearly been dancing with each other for years. Tamaki hates the way it makes his guts twist in knots. He doesn’t like to think of himself as a jealous person. Especially not jealous of Mirio.

Amajiki was broken out of his thoughts by the song ending. Mirio twirled you away and bowed to you with a cheeky grin. You bowed in return, giving him a smirk of your own. Straightening, you both glanced around the room until you spotted a certain anxious brooding hero. Linking arms, you sashayed his way.

“Hey, Suneater!” Mirio greeted cheerily. “You doing okay, bud? Know this isn’t really your thing.”

Tamaki shuffled from foot to foot, only briefly glancing up to meet their eyes. “I’m surviving.”

Mirio laughed, patting the other man’s upper arm. “I understand. Glad you made it this far. However, I think it’s high time I return something to you.” And with a soft smile, the blond herded you closer to his raven haired friend.

You grinned as you wrapped your arms around Tamaki, giving him a quick peck on the lips. “Hi handsome. You sure you’re doing okay? This is a lot later than you usually make it.”

Tamaki blushed, setting his glass down before wrapping his own arms tightly around him. “I’m okay, Bunny. I knew you were having fun, and didn’t want to ruin your evening.”

“Making sure you’re comfortable would never ruin my evening, love.” You teasingly tug his cowl further down to half cover his eyes.

Tamaki hums noncommittally and adjusts his hold until he can bury his nose in your hair and breathe in the calming scent that was all you. “I know. But I want to spoil you.”

You nuzzled his neck humming softly. In the background you could hear the band telling everyone this is the last number in their set. You were surprised to feel Tamaki pull away from you. He captured your hands in his larger ones and started tugging you back toward the dance floor. You raised your eyebrows at him, but followed easily. He awkwardly placed a hand at your waist as the music rose soft and slow. You smiled encouragingly as you placed your hand on his shoulder. “This is new.” You teased gently as you both began to sway.

“I just… I…” He bit his lip, chewing it as he got his thoughts in order. “I love watching you. I love when you have fun. I don’t mind when you flirt and have a good time with it. But…” He looked up at you shyly from beneath his cowl. “I… I want all your last dances to be with me.”

“Oh Sweetheart…” You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his pink, bitten lips. “I promise you everyone knows exactly who’s taking me home tonight.”

Amajiki blushed bright red, but still gave a hesitant smirk. “Yeah?”

You rolled your eyes and gave his chest a light slap. “I don’t think anyone’s surprised that I’m planning on going home with my very talented handsome husband, who I love very much.”

Tamaki’s smile grew wider as he pressed his forehead against yours. “Say it again?”

“Dork.” You wrapped both your arms around his neck, both of you still swaying even after the music ended. “I love you, hubby. Can’t wait to go home with you.”

“Love you too, bunny. So much.”

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wrenhyperfixates · 4 years

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Of All the Places

Chapter 4

Pairing: Loki x reader Series Summary: Washing up in a small town in Oklahoma was definitely not part of Loki’s plan when he came to conquer Midgard. There is one good thing about it, though: No one recognizes him as the one who just wreaked havoc in New York. So, Loki plans to recover from the battle and move on with his life. The only problem? He’s not sure he can leave you. Chapter Summary: Loki continues to struggle with his emotions as he tries to figure out his bond with you. On top of all that stress, he finally learns what the rest of the world is hearing about New York. Chapter Warnings: long, angsty, and fluffy A/N: Woohoo! Fourth chapter is here! Totaling almost 5,000 words, the longest thing I have written to date. Any comments, questions, or predictions? I’d love to hear them and chat with you! Well, guys, gals, and non-binary pals, hope you enjoy :) Updates every Friday.

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Loki hadn’t slept well in days. Between nightmares and dreams of you, his mind was a constant hub of activity. He didn’t need as much sleep as you mortals did, but after the whole ordeal with Thanos, the lack of rest was taking a toll on him. You were the first to notice, and started hovering even more than normal, something Loki was reluctant to admit he liked. In his final days on Asgard, he’d made himself a complete loner, going so far as to isolate himself from Frigga. It was nice to have some companionship again. That was as far as Loki ever let his mind wander, though, cutting himself off before he could deeper analyze the constant pull he felt toward you. Certainly there wasn’t even anything else to analyze anyway, he convinced himself. You were, after all, only human.

Before he could get lost in thought again, Loki refocused on Matt’s caramel blonde hair as he chased him between the barn and the house. The boy’s light curls were the only thing he’d inherited from his father and looked almost exactly like Ana otherwise. It made Loki wonder how he never guessed he was adopted, seeing as he looked nothing like either of his parents. This fresh air was really starting to get to him, he decided, because he was continuously going down these deep contemplative paths in his mind. It was a constant loop of his feelings for you, his true heritage, and how he was taking advantage of your family. Then again, it may have been the traumatic, near-death experiences and hours of torture that was doing this to him. That was the one thing he always liked to forget about.

“Tag, you’re it!” Loki cheered as he tapped Matt.

The challenge in this game, for Loki at least, was not to overtake Matt’s strides too quickly. It was the perfect balance of fake chasing and finding just the right moment to execute the tagging. Still, he was having almost as much fun as the child was.

“Now you’re it!” Matt declared a few minutes later when Loki let the boy catch up to him.

If there was anything to admire about the kid, it was his tireless energy. Loki was glad to have found someone to keep pace with him as far as that went. His mind, too, was kept plenty stimulated by late-night talks with you. Ever since you’d showed him the creek a few days ago, you seemed to talk into the wee hours of the morning. He’d never noticed before just how deep and intelligent mortals could be. It was quite the accomplishment that you were changing so many of his opinions in such a short time. Then he realized he was thinking of you yet again and cut off the train of thought before it could persist.

“Loki. Matt,” Ana called, waving at them from the front porch.

After scooping the boy up in his arms, Loki jogged over to where she was standing. Matt was happily transferred to his mother’s arms as he was carried into the kitchen for snack time. The God of Mischief looked out over your land, trying to give in to the feeling of contentment he was so close to achieving. If only he didn’t constantly have that voice in his head telling him he was a monster, he didn’t belong here. Maybe then he could be happy. A part of him wished he’d lost his memory for real.

“Oh, there you are,” you said, walking out of the house. “I’m heading into town if you want to come with me and see if anything jogs your memory.”

“Yes. I would like that very much.”

As the two of you made your way to the car, you repeatedly tossed and caught your keys in a nervous pattern. Loki held the door open for you as you got in and quickly hurried around to the other side. He stared at a weird strap by his seat as he sat down. You saw his look of befuddlement and couldn’t help but let out a little laugh.

“Do you not remember how to use a seatbelt?” you asked kindly as he nodded his head yes. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you came from an alien planet.”

Then you reached across his seat to buckle him in. Unfortunately, it was a bit farther than you realized, and you fell into Loki, hand splayed on his chest, his hands immediately reaching out to steady you. For a minute, the only sound in the vehicle was your pounding hearts. You cleared your throat in embarrassment as you finished your task. The air between you held a distinct awkwardness, and Loki realized that this was the first time you’d been truly alone since the creek. It sent a thrill down his spine, even as he tried to ignore his racing thoughts. Determined to look anywhere but in your direction, his eyes landed on Mama, scowling in the window. She’d made it clear that she wasn’t keen on him spending so much time with you and Matt. If he was any smarter, any braver, he would listen to her and just leave already.

“So,” you began, clearing your throat again and driving off, “how are you feeling today?”

“I am quite well, thank you. I do believe I am fully healed.”

“Promise to still take it easy, ok?”

“Alright.”

You lapsed into silence as you cruised along the road. Loki stared out the window, hoping to find some clarity in the scenery streaking by. You were a mortal, he should not have felt any sort of attachment to you. Then again, he hadn’t spent time with one since the Middle Ages. It had all been so dreadfully dull back then, but things had changed. You and your family were so exuberant, so captivating. But he was a god, and he should not concern himself with that. In fact, he should be on his way of this planet, which was maybe not so miserable, after all.

Before long, you reached town and pulled into a small parking lot of a building with a sign that said “24 Hour Convenience Store” and had many light-up neon signs, declaring they were open. You got out and Loki followed suit.

“Anything look familiar yet?” you asked. “I know you don’t live here, but maybe you passed through.”

Lying was his specialty, and it’s what he should have done now. He could hear himself in his head, his silver tongue weaving a tale about how things were coming back to him. Then he could pretend to contact someone and create an illusion, so you believed he had a happy reunion with his family. It would be prefect; he would leave and you wouldn’t worry about him. He truly wanted to believe it would perfect, anyway, but it wasn’t. Not if he never saw you again. There must be something special about you, he decided, and the Tesseract brought him here so he could figure it out. That was it. That had to be it.

“I am afraid not,” he replied. “Perhaps I came from the other way.”

“Yeah, maybe. Don’t worry, we’ll figure this out,” you comforted him with a hug, mistaking the reason for his sadness.

His body went stiff in your embrace. He hadn’t been hugged in centuries. Granted, that was in part his fault because he was afraid receiving hugs from his mother would hurt his carefully crafted image. Now here you were, holding his body against your warm frame. Once his mind cleared a bit, he awkwardly hugged you, too, and gave your back a few uncertain pats. He should not have been encouraging this behavior, but he was. Maybe if he caused some mischief he’d feel more like his old self. Or maybe he didn’t want to be that person anymore. It was all too much. He was exhausted by the incessant back and forth of his thoughts. He untangled himself from you and gestured to the store.

“After you,” he said.

You pushed open the glass doors and were greeted by the cashier as you walked in. Loki followed you to the back where the refrigerator section was, and he chivalrously held the milk that you’d come to pick up. You also grabbed some coffee grounds and then proceeded to checkout. After setting down the items on the counter, Loki turned over a chocolate bar in his hands, feeling like a child as you took it out of his hands and put it down with the other items. You grabbed a few other bars too, flashing a smile at Loki and keeping up a conversation with the clerk all the while.

“And who’s your new friend?” the cashier, whose name tag said Mr. Berkeley, asked you.

“This is Loki. He’s staying with me until... Well for a while,” you finished, not sure how much Loki felt comfortable revealing.

“Where’re you from, sonny?”

“Unfortunately, I cannot remember. It seems I had some kind of horrid accident,” Loki explained before you could fret anymore. He was very tired of being called son by people when he was a thousand years their senior, though. “I was very lucky to have found my way onto their farm.”

“Well, that’s quite a story. You should talk to the newspaper, get the word out.”

You shot an “I told you so” look at Loki to which he responded with one that said, “We’ll talk about this later.” Before either of you could say anything, though, the news came on the TV which Loki hadn’t realized was on.

“Do you have cable back?” you inquired as Loki began to panic. “It’s still out on the farm.”

“Nah. I got a satellite on the roof. Just got it set up again this morning.

You nodded along as the anchors began the next story. “New York is still reeling from damage, but the group of superheroes, going by the name of the Avengers, is leading clean-up efforts. The perpetrator has still not been caught-”

Loki discreetly turned the TV off with his powers before you could hear any more. He’d have to make sure the satellite took significant damage before leaving.

“Dang it. I just fixed that damned thing,” the cashier said.

“What was that all about?” you asked, completely bewildered by the sudden influx of information. “What happened in New York?”

“I guess you missed it in the paper last week,” Mr. Berkeley explained. “Some crazy group of aliens attacked, led by some power hungry god. Supposedly it was Thor’s brother, but they haven’t disclosed that information yet. Reckon they want to wait until he’s caught, avoid a panic.”

“Oh my god. That’s terrible! Gosh, you miss one paper,” you laughed, trying to keep the mood light.

A dark cloud passed over Loki’s features, even as Mr. Berkeley laughed along. Despite those SHIELD agents covering this up, word had still gotten out in some capacity. He had to be careful, or else he was going to get caught, and then you’d be in danger. He cursed under his breath. Your safety should be the last thing he was worrying about, and yet it was the first thought to come into his mind. A little kindness thrown his way should not make him into the mess he was. Of course, there were so many other things to like about you, too, and he kept finding more. He didn’t want to, he didn’t want any of this, but the Norns were punishing him for something. What would have happened, he wondered, if he’d listened to Thor and just held on that fateful day? If he hadn’t let go of the staff and fallen to what should have been his ultimate demise?

“Sonny, are you alright?” Mr. Berkeley asked as you laid a hand on his arm.

“Fine, but I think we should be going. I’ll meet you outside.”

He jerked away from your touch before you could do anything else and stalked outside. At least the satellite was hanging half off the roof with a huge dent in its side. He opened his door and got into the car as you unlocked it and raced over to him.

“Loki! Loki!” you called as you hurried over. “What was that? Are you ok?”

“Nothing! Nothing at all. Can’t you see I’m fine?” he snapped, struggling with the seatbelt. “I’m fine,” he whispered again.

“Hey, look at me,” you soothed, filled with compassion and placing a hand on his cheek. “Whatever it is, just let me know. I’m here for you. Talk to me.”

Loki’s eyes fluttered shut as he enjoyed the warmth from your palm. He let go of the seatbelt and took a few deep breaths, just like his mother had taught him. A part of him wanted to hang onto this anger, knowing that it might finally drive him to leave. He knew from experience, though, that acting in moments of blind rage would never lead to anything good.

“Is it New York? Did you remember something?” you gasped. “You had felt it was important in some way.”

“Perhaps,” he said after one last steadying breath. “It may have triggered something. But really, I am just a little tired. Maybe I am not as healed as I thought.”

He turned his head away and rested it against the window as your hand dejectedly fell into your lap. It’s not that he wanted to pull away, but he knew it’s what was safest for you.

“Ok then. We’ll go home.”

Loki whispered his thanks and succeeded in buckling up. He closed his eyes as the car started and a wave of emotions crashed over him. When you said home, he immediately pictured the farm. He knew he shouldn’t, but he did.

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Loki holed himself up in his room for the rest of the day, working through the new information he’d learned. He pretended to be asleep when Ana came to bring him some dinner. Notably, you had not been the one taking care of him, and he cursed himself for pushing you away. He didn’t even bother trying to convince himself it was for the best; he knew it wasn’t. After so many years on his own, he finally had a friend, and he drove you away. Why he expected anything less from himself, he didn’t know.

At some point, he fell into a restless sleep. The food from last night was still on the bedside table, but it was now joined with the Snickers bar you’d bought for him yesterday. Someone had also come and tucked him in. Maybe he hadn’t lost his friend, after all. He opened the chocolate and took a bite, delighting in the sweet and nutty flavor. He polished it off, then waved a hand over the rest of the food, causing it to disappear. He wasn’t much in the mood for eating it, but didn’t want you to worry. He nearly ran into John as he walked into the hallway with the empty tray.

“There you are!” John exclaimed. “We were getting worried. Do you need the doctor?”

“No, I am quite alright, thank you. I think I just needed some good sleep,” Loki lied.

“Only if you’re sure. Take it easy today, though, ok?”

“That’s an order,” you said, appearing behind your brother-in-law and taking the tray from Loki. “Are you hungry? You missed breakfast, but I can heat up some leftovers from you.”

“I am fine,” Loki began, but noticed you frown. “Though, I suppose I could do with a small breakfast.”

“Great!” you said a little too brightly. “I’ll meet you down there.”

“Loki, can I talk to you for a minute?” John asked, pulling him aside. “What exactly happened yesterday? We heard about New York, but it seemed like there was something else bothering them.”

Loki felt a pang in his chest at the man’s words. As if the news weren’t upsetting enough, he’d been rude to you. He could only imagine how you would feel if you knew he was the one who had caused the mayhem. He wanted to pin the blame on someone else, but the blood was on his hands and he knew he had to take some responsibility. Doing that would help him change, which he recognized was absolutely necessary after all that had happened.

“I fear I may have upset them,” Loki started, shedding his old ways by telling the truth. “I was not feeling quite right, and I turned them away. Now they clearly blame themself for it. I deeply regret it, but I am not sure there is anything I can do.”

“Just talk to them. Apologize.”

Loki did his best not to look shocked, but the last time he said sorry was when his parents caught him playing tricks on Thor, and even then it was done begrudgingly. He wasn’t even sure he could make it sound sincere.

“Listen, I’ve got an idea,” John said. “We’re heading to the city today if you want to tag along. They’re off to get some gifts for Ana while I’ve got a few potential distributors to meet with. I’m sure they would be thrilled to have your company. Unless you’re not feeling well, of course.”

“No, I’m feeling fine. That is a great idea. You have my thanks, John.”

“No problem. Now, you’d better head down for breakfast before we both get in trouble,” he laughed.

With a final nod of gratitude, Loki took off down the stairs. His light footsteps went undetected as he neared the table, once again giving him the opportunity to eavesdrop on Mama’s suspicions.

“I know something else must’ve happened yesterday. You weren’t upset over nothing.”

“It’s just the New York thing,” you replied. “I’m fine. Really.”

“You tell me what that boy did right now or so help me I’ll kick him out of this house myself!”

“Mama! He didn’t do anything wrong. I get that what happened with James hurts, believe me I do, but you can’t let it run your life. You have to be able to trust others, to trust me,” you pleaded.

“How dare you drag your brother into this,” Mama shot back, her voice cracking. “How ’bout you trust my gut when it tells me that boy is trouble. I swear-”

She was cut off by Loki doubling back and thudding down the stairs, making his presence known. He’d heard more than enough of that conversation and wouldn’t allow you to feel any more hurt than you already were.

“Good morning,” he coldly said to Mama as he walked in, nostrils flaring slightly before he regained some composure. “I am not interrupting anything, am I.”

“Only our entire lives. Why don’t you go to the police, huh? And what about the missing person ad? Why haven’t we gotten that out yet? I don’t know what game your playing, but when I figure it out, believe me you’ll be sorry.”

“Fine! You want to know what I am doing here? I do not know. I have no idea why I ended up here or why I have stayed as long as I have. So when you ‘figure it out,’ by all means, please let me know.”

“Fine!” Mama shouted as she stormed off.

Loki was comforted by the fact that in his little outburst, he hadn’t technically told any lies to you. Half-truths? Most certainly, but no outright lies. Now that he was left alone with you, though, he felt embarrassed he lost his temper. He cleared his throat before speaking.

“I am sorry,” he said, not looking at you.

“Loki, you don’t have to say sorry for defending yourself. I understand.”

“That’s not what I’m apologizing for,” he confessed, now looking into your eyes. “Yesterday I was not feeling quite right, but I should not have snapped at you nor pushed you away like that. For that, you have my sincerest apologies.

“It’s really ok, it happens to everyone. I just care that you’re feeling alright.”

You stayed where you were standing, still hesitant to move toward Loki out of fear of being rejected again. So, it fell upon Loki to close the distance between you. He took your hand in his and placed a kiss to your knuckles as a light blush coated his cheeks.

“Thank you, darling. I assure you, I am feeling more than alright now.”

Whatever was about to happen between you next was cut off by the beeping of the microwave. You finished putting together his breakfast before sitting with him at the island. Though your relationship had been repaired, the conversation was still a bit choppy and awkward as you found your footing in the friendship again. John walked in just as you were cleaning up, whistling a happy tune.

“Ready to go whenever you guys are,” he said as he leaned against the doorframe.

“You’re coming?” you asked Loki, feeling worried for his health. “Are you sure you’re up for that? I can even stay behind with you if u want.”

“Please, do not change your plans on my account. I am in a great condition to go.”

You still seemed reluctant, but agreed he could come as long as he let you know the second he started feeling unwell. He conceded, and you went to fetch your jacket with the promise you’d be back in a minute. John gave Loki a thumbs up, to which he replied with a very self-assured smile, bolstered with confidence by your latest exchange.

A few minutes later you were all piling into the car, with Loki insisting you took the passenger seat and that he’d ride in the back. He was very pleased to get the seatbelt buckled on the first try, and the two of you shared a laugh at the little inside joke. His cheeks burned slightly, remembering how you’d fallen against him. Over the next few hours, you passed time by talking, laughing, and singing along to the radio. Just as you were entering the city, a troubling thought occurred to Loki; the people here had heard the news. Even if it hadn’t been officially announced that he was responsible for New York, those rumors about him had to have included a description. Sudden inspiration struck as John parked the car.

“You don’t happen to have a hair tie in here, do you?” he inquired.

“Yeah,” you replied, reaching into the glove compartment. “Ana keeps some in here for emergencies.”

Loki thanked you as you passed it to him and quickly put his hair up in a low bun. When he turned his attention back to you, you were staring at him, and he gave you a charming, lopsided grin that had you ducking your head in embarrassment.

“Ok,” John said with a clap of his hands once you were all on the sidewalk. “We’ll meet here in, say, about 5 hours.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you agreed, before waving goodbye.

Now it was just you and Loki again as you took off towards some stores to look at some baby gifts for Ana. It would still be half a year before the baby arrived, but you were always indecisive when it came to purchasing gifts. On the way, Loki ducked into a small shop and bought a pair of sunglasses, furthering his disguise. Between that, the new clothes, and the different hairstyle, he felt pretty confident in his ability to blend in.

After two-and-a-half hours of shopping, you’d found a bunch of things to maybe get, but hadn’t decided on anything. You would go back and look some more, but you were bone tired after all the walking around. The fact that you were so exhausted made you concerned for Loki’s condition, too, not entirely trusting that he would tell you if he was feeling ill, despite his promise to.

“How are you holding up?” you cautiously asked, afraid of a repeat of yesterday if you pushed too hard.

“I am doing quite well. You, however, seem to need to stop for a spell. Come, let us rest for a minute.”

He led you over to the food court of the mall you were at and pulled out a chair for you to sit in. He glanced around at the options and, though there was nothing there that appealed to him, there was certainly something that you liked. Besides, he didn’t need to eat, but your frail mortal body would need some sustenance sooner rather than later.

“Can I get something for you to eat?” he offered.

“How about we go see a movie instead?” you proposed, eyeing up the nearby theater.

“Only if you eat something.”

“Wow. Look at how the tables have turned,” you laughed. “Fine, but you have to also.”

After a minute’s debate, you and Loki agreed on a comedy starring your favorite actor. It wouldn’t have been Loki’d first pick, but after all the stress and angst of the last 24 hours, he figured he could use a laugh. You also convinced him to try some popcorn and Pepsi. He wasn’t much a fan of the soda, but the snack was tasty enough. Though, you did end up stealing half of his after finishing your own, which was fine with him. The best part of the whole experience, though, was getting to hear your laugh over and over again. Loki thought it might be the most beautiful sound he ever heard. Well, perhaps the best part was actually when your arms brushed each other as you both went to put them on the armrest at the same time. Loki filed away all these little mental notes to dwell on at a later date. Or, if he were lucky enough to rein in his hurricane of thoughts, never again.

“Well, that killed a lot of time,” you said after the movie ended and you were stretching out, aching from having sat for so long. “We’ve still got some left though. What do you want to do?”

“I believe there was a library over by where we parked. Let us go there,” he said, quickly thinking up a plan.

By the time you walked over, there was only about twenty minutes left for him to complete what he needed to do. He hurried over to where the computers were, and though he wasn’t particularly adept with modern Midgardian technology, the directions taped to the wall were clear enough that he was able to look up a book. He sent you off to get it, claiming that the title had just popped into his head and that he was certain he used to love it, and that he wanted to check on the status of a few others. You obliged, hoping that seeing the book would bring back some more of his supposedly lost memories.

Once you were gone Loki quickly searched for information on what he learned was being referred to as the Battle of New York. Thankfully, there was as little information about him circulating as Mr. Berkeley had said. Mostly, it was just speculation and stories from people claiming they’d been there. A great number of posts and photos had been deleted, too, and Loki assumed that they were ones with more valid claims and information. Knowing how SHIELD is, Loki was sure it was all removed almost immediately, so he felt relatively safe but decided he couldn’t be too careful.

“I found it!” you said, setting the book down as Loki closed out the tab he was on.

“Wonderful! Thank you,” he replied, flipping through it. “Most unfortunately, the other books were checked out.”

You leaned over shoulder to look at the book in his hands. “That’s too bad. What about this one, though? Triggering any memories?”

“Well, I think I enjoyed reading. Other than that, I am afraid not.”

“That’s ok. We’ll keep trying.”

Your hand slowly drifted over to rest on his, and he gave you a brilliant smile. It made him wish he’d found a friend in the universe far sooner than he had. Then maybe he wouldn’t have ended up in the hands of Thanos, committing atrocities against his family and strangers alike. Then again, if none of that happened, he never would have met you. He was torn over which he preferred.

“There you guys are,” John said, walking up to where you were. “Ready to head back whenever you are.”

After putting the book back on the shelf, you were ready to leave. Loki hung back with John as you exited.

“Your plan has worked miracles, my good man. You have my sincerest gratitude,” he said.

“No problem, dude,” John said, patting Loki on the back. “Glad to bring a happy couple back together again.”

Loki’s steps faltered. Between his companion’s smirk and teasing tone, Loki knew it was meant as a joke. Mainly, anyway. John really was very off the mark, though. He and you were merely friends, nothing more. And surely that was just barely so, seeing as you were a human. There was no way you meant anything else to Loki. Right?

It wasn’t until you were back on the road, and Loki couldn’t stop looking at the back of your head, that he even began to realize just how much trouble he was in.

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i can feel my heartbeat || f. andersen/j. campbell

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Author’s Note: Hi, guys, gals, and non-binary pals! I’m back with another fic! This one is a little different than what I usually post but I’m not new to writing fics like this either. I actually started off my writing journey in the hockey fandom by writing player/player fics in February 2020. And 15 months later, I’m writing both player/player and imagines. Hope you guys are okay with this because I had a lot of fun writing it. GIF credit to dilfjohntavares!!

Warnings: I don’t think there’s anything. Let me know if you disagree though. I’ll gladly add a warning for anything anyone feels needs one.

Word Count: 1.9k+

Title: Heartbeat by Chris Young

Additional: If you found this by Googling yourself, are in this yourself, or know someone in this, please click back. No harm was meant in the creation of this fic. It’s fictional and was inspired by some pictures of Freddie and Jack after Game 2 win against Montreal. Hope you guys enjoy this! (Bamse means “teddy bear.”)

Freddie's hair was all over the place on his head. Strands of hair hung down his forehead and kept getting in his eyes to the point where he had to keep brushing them aside so that he could focus fully on the task at hand. He knew he should probably go and grab a bobby pin or a hair clip from the bathroom drawer but he was so focused on trying to perfect the bread dough he was making that he didn’t want to step away for even one nanosecond.

That being said, the bread dough seemed to be coming along relatively well. Because he had never attempted to make bread before and he didn't believe himself to be the best at cooking or baking, to begin with, he was beyond proud of himself. He was kneading the dough in the bowl, trying to work out any air bubbles and mix the ingredients as best he could before he had to stick it in the fridge to rise.

He worked it over for a couple more minutes before he was satisfied that it was all kneaded out. As he lifted his hands out of the bowl, Freddie did his best to slide the excess dough from his fingers and put it on top of the dough ball he had created. When he was satisfied that his fingers were as clean as they were going to get, he walked across the kitchen to the pantry to grab the cellophane wrap to cover the bowl.

Right as Freddie opened the pantry, he heard something metallic clatter against the kitchen floor tiles. Whipping around, he saw Keola standing on the counter where the bowl of dough had been and the bowl of dough on the floor. The ball of dough that had been in the bowl had landed on the tiles and splattered a little. Freddie refrained from slamming the pantry door, though he did close it a little more aggressively than was strictly necessary. Cursing under his breath in Danish, Freddie walked back across the kitchen and scooped the dough in the bowl before he placed the bowl onto the counter with a heavy thud.

Keola tilted her head and skimmed her tail along the top of the counter, meowing a couple of times at Freddie. He rolled his eyes as he walked over to the sink and opened the cabinet underneath it.

“You would meow at me,” he grumbled, reaching for the Lysol and a dishtowel. “Wouldn’t you, you little hell-raiser?” Freddie closed the cabinet and walked back across the kitchen, getting on his hands and knees on the floor next to the remnants of the dough. "Wait until your other father hears about this." Freddie shot Keola a stern look as he sprayed the remaining dough with the Lysol. All Keola did was meow before shaking her head, jumping off the counter and walking away in the direction of her cat condo. Freddie scoffed as he took the dishtowel and began scrubbing the dough on the floor in an attempt to clean it up.

"Wait until I find out what?"

At the sound of Jack's voice, Freddie looked over in the direction of the kitchen's archway. Freddie looked back to what he had been doing, motioning up to the bowl on the counter with one hand while he continued to hold the dishtowel and scrub the floor with the other.

"That bowl up there," he said, pausing to spray some more Lysol on the floor. When he placed the spray bottle back beside him, Freddie spoke again. "Ended up on the floor because our hell raiser of a cat knocked it off the counter."

"Keola would never!" Jack chuckled. Freddie heard footsteps on the tile and then felt Jack's presence beside him a moment later. "Dough? Were you making pie?"

Freddie grabbed the counter and pulled himself up, having finished scrubbing the floor. Jack took the dishtowel from his boyfriend and tossed it in the sink. Smiling, Freddie leaned down and pressed a kiss to his boyfriend's forehead, ruffling Jack’s hair in the process. Jack hummed before he leaned up and pressed a kiss to Freddie's cheek., smoothing a thumb along Freddie’s jawline momentarily. Freddie smiled softly when Jack pulled away, grabbing his hand and running his thumb across Jack’s knuckles. Jack smiled earnestly.

"Thanks, bamse," Freddie said, dropping Jack’s hand and leaning into his boyfriend’s side. Jack took his arm and wrapped it around Freddie, pulling him in closer. "And no. Not pie. It was going to be homemade garlic bread to go with some Italian soup recipe Ilya found and said was, and I quote, 'better than mom's borscht.'"

Jack chuckled, rubbing Freddie’s upper arm and dropping his head against his boyfriend’s shoulder. “Must be damn good soup for Ilya to say that.”

“I’m more of a hamburger guy.” Freddie pressed a kiss to the top of Jack’s head, taking his hand and tucking some hair behind his boyfriend’s ear. “But Ilya was adamant that I tried it. So, I was going to make it and surprise you for our anniversary tonight.”

Jack looked up at Freddie, a soft smile on his face. “Can I give you a surprise? Since dinner is ruined?”

“Of course, bamse. I’ll cook tomorrow instead because the sentiment is the same, no matter the day.”

Jack nodded briefly before he pressed a kiss to Freddie’s cheek. Freddie pressed a kiss to Jack’s forehead before Jack stepped back and walked across the kitchen to the freezer. He watched his boyfriend open the freezer and pull out a box about the size of a skate box. Freddie blinked in surprise because he hadn’t even been aware that it had been in there. A moment later, Jack was closing the freezer and walking back across the kitchen to be beside his boyfriend again.

He held out the box for Freddie. Without a second thought, Freddie took it, moving the bowl of dough aside so he could place the box on the counter. He flipped the lid open and noticed that there was a cake inside the box. His best guess would be that it was an ice cream cake, seeing as it had been in the freezer. When Freddie focused on the cake, he nearly slammed the box lid closed and willed the ground to open a wormhole that would teleport him back to Herning.

On top of the cake was a little message written in Danish.

Vil du gifte dig med mig?

And a little baggie with a ring inside of it. When Freddie looked over at Jack, Jack was, predictably, on one knee. He was looking up at Freddie nervously, his hands on his knee and his eyes looking like they were ready to burst into tears at any moment.

“So…” Jack said, trailing off. Freddie could hear the hopefulness in his boyfriend’s voice. “What do you say, bud? Wanna make it official and become Frederik Campbell?”

Freddie reached inside the box and grabbed the baggie with the ring in it. He handed it to Jack; Jack looked a little confused until Freddie held his hand toward Jack.

“Well? You going to put it on me or not, bamse?” Freddie chuckled, kicking at Jack’s shin playfully. Jack knelt there, a dumbfounded look of confusion still on his face. He made no move to open the bag or to grab the ring and place it on Freddie’s finger. Freddie rolled his eyes, kicking at Jack’s shin again. “That means yes, Jack. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Jack snapped out of whatever daze he was in and quickly opened the bag, nearly dropping it in his haste. Freddie chuckled as Jack grabbed the ring, fumbling it a few times as he slid it onto his fiance’s finger. Freddie leaned down, grabbed Jack by the shirt collars, and dragged him to his feet. Jack looked confused again but shifted to a look of understanding when Freddie grabbed his cheeks. Freddie stood idle for a moment to see what Jack wanted; Jack’s response was to feverishly nod his head and connect their lips, kissing his newly minted fiance as if his life depended on it.

Freddie smiled into the kiss, smoothing his thumbs across Jack’s cheeks. Jack hummed softly, opening his mouth a little. Freddie took that as his cue to slip his tongue into the equation. Jack groaned, though he stepped back and ran a hand through his hair. Freddie smirked when he noticed how dishevelled Jack looked. It was nice to see that he could still make Jack this flustered from a simple make-out session this far into their relationship.

Jack walked across the kitchen and opened the cutlery drawer, pulling out a knife and a couple of forks. Freddie opened the cabinet above him, pulling out a couple of plates. Jack returned and cut a couple of pieces of the cake, dropping a piece onto each of the plates. Before either could dig into the cake, Jack quickly put the cake back into the freezer, confirming Freddie’s theory that it was an ice cream cake.

When Jack returned, Freddie looked at him with a small smirk. “I want to make one thing clear, though.”

Jack put a piece of cake in his mouth, chewed and swallowed before looking over at Freddie. “What’s that, bud?”

“It’s you that’s changing your name to Jack Andersen.”

Jack took a piece of his cake and smeared it into Freddie's nose. Freddie chuckled, taking a piece of his cake and smearing it across Jack’s forehead. Jack chuckled, taking more of his cake and smearing it across Freddie’s lips. Freddie took it one step further and smashed the rest of his piece directly into Jack’s face. Jack didn’t seem to mind because he was laughing like an idiot the entire time. He took his finger, swiping it through the cake on his face. He stuck it in his mouth, humming as he licked it off. Freddie ruffled his fiance’s hair, kissing his forehead. Freddie smiled because the cake still tasted delicious, even though it was splattered across Jack’s face.

“Okay, okay,” Jack said, half-breathless from how hard he had been laughing. “Since you won the food fight, I’ll change my last name.”

Freddie snorted, pushing Jack’s head backwards with his hand. He licked the cake off of it before speaking. “I was just kidding, bamse. I just wanted to see how you’d react.” Jack leaned up and pressed a kiss to Freddie’s cheek. Freddie wiped away the cake that was left behind by his fiance’s lips and licked it off of his finger. “I’ll happily change my name to Frederik Campbell.”

“Yeah, bud?” Jack had a hopeful smile on his face and his eyes, once again, looked like they were about to cry at any moment.

“Yeah.”

Freddie held his left hand over Jack’s heart. Jack looked down briefly before looking up into Freddie’s eyes. They shared a long, meaningful look shrouded in comfortable silence. Freddie was eventually the one to break it. He took his other hand and brushed a stray piece of hair behind Jack’s ear before leaning down and pressing a kiss to his fiance’s forehead. When he pulled back, he looked at Jack and smiled fondly, patting Jack over the heart before bringing his hand over and patting himself over the heart.

“Anything for the man that not only earned my goal crease but also my heart.”

#frederik andersen #jack campbell #frederik andersen x jack campbell #frederik andersen/jack campbell #toronto maple leafs #toronto maple leafs fic #toronto maple leafs slash fic #player x player fic #hockey fic #nhl fic #nhl slash fic #hockey slash fic #hockey #hockey fanfiction #hockey fanfic #nhl fanfiction #nhl fanfic #toronto maple leafs fanfiction #hockey rpf

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entity9silvergen · 3 years

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So I started T today...

Thought I’d make a post about my hrt journey. Gotta say it’s very exciting, would recommend. Stabbing myself is not fun but it’s not horrible. Hurts more than getting a flu shot but hurts less than getting blood drawn (which you need to do to figure out your dosage).

The doctor who walked me through it was very kind, patient, and is trans herself so she was excited to be able to be part of this big step in my life. She helped someone else before me and they left their prescription in their car overnight and it got damaged. Please do not leave your testosterone in your car overnight.

Area around where the needle went in hurt for a bit but it went away. No changes yet but I think the rumors I’ve heard about bottom growth happening early. Not getting into detail but shit feels weird. No pain yet though, thankfully.

I’ve been making reference videos for voice/ changes since I realized I’m trans. Today I started the ones for voice on testosterone. I am doing the traditional “Hi, my name is [name] and this is my voice [number] [unit of time] on t” but I am also doing “I’ll Make A Man Out Of You,” “This Is Home,” and “Gender Binary (Fuck You)” despite not being a singer. We’ll see how it goes.

Still feels a bit surreal. I had the same feeling after I came out. I was incredibly happy when my prescription came in the mail and I was very excited leading up to today but it didn’t really hit until I was driving home.

You spend so long waiting to do things like come out, get a gender therapist, or start hrt. They seem so big and daunting but when it happens, it seems so simple. Still exciting but every time I think “Did this really just happen?” and it takes awhile to realize “Oh yeah, this is happening.” Transitioning is lots of little steps and those steps seem so big until you take them.

Anyway, I’m very excited to see the changes in the coming months and I wish the best to anyone starting hrt themselves, in the closet but hoping to start one day, and all of you valid guys, gals, and non-binary pals!

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vitaeplaysgw2 · 4 years

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TYRIA PRIDE 2020 EU & NA

I’ve been super lucky and I’ve been able to attend both days on both NA and EU and I didn’t had so much fun in a long long time!

EU DAY 1 AND 2 (as Joko the Inevitable)

I never thought I could had so much fun with a fake Joko character on a secondary account, but after years I truly felt welcomed by the EU community.

This is where and when Palawa Joko’s Drag Race has become a thing and “Shirtless Joko” a legend.

Big thanks to Vurdulahk who isn’t on tumblr sadly but also to [NPC] Tales Of Thedas and [HUNT] who kinda adopted me and made me laugh a whole lot! Thank you guys, you’ve been awesome and made this experience so good!

I got to meet @pyreo too and her incredible Joko but sadly I have no picts :(( It was nice to meet you anyway <3

Sadly I had to go away earlier on both days because dinner was calling *sniff*

NA DAY 1 AND 2 (as The Will of Jormag mainly and Archon Saga)

NA is my home and so I’ve got most of the experiences and screenshots here!

Above anything else I wanna thank @mistbeing / @phantasmalduelist, their friend Ring and @mindlessabnormity for keeping me company during both the days! I had so much fun and without you by my side this pride wouldn’t had been the same nor so good.

I’ve been able to talk or see a lot of old and new friends during the parade, please don’t make me tag all of you, just know I cherished every single moment spent with you all <3

Roaming around as Jormag has been incredible and finding so many other fans/icebroods around filled me with joy (and maybe the idea to organize a little event for all the icebrood family, to get a couple of photo sets!)

A big thank you for all those who whispered to me to say hello or to complimenting my artworks, your love has been felt and very much appreciated <3 Love you!!!

Some thanks are due to both ArenaNet for making this incredible game and giving us this chance to cherish the pride together (there were so many devs with us!!!) and to the organizers of the whole event.

See you next year, love you all <3 <3 <3

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#tyria pride 2020 #tyria pride #guild wars 2 #gw2 #tyriapride2020 #gw2 screenshots #my screenshots #the will of jormag #will of jormag #herald of jormag #joko the inevitable #palawa joko's drag race #diesvitae #long post

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kirishimas-manly-eyeliner · 3 years

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Okay feel free to ignore this if you want it’s kinda just a huge rant thing about me thinking that my brothers might be racist so uh yeah, debated on being on anon for thsi or not for like ten minutes cause there some real personal stuff here. Kinda been bottling this up for a while and for some reason you seem like a good person to tell it to.

Tw cursing btw

So I’m white, might be a little sprinkle of Cuban but honestly have no idea besides that I’m white as hecc. I have four brothers, I’m also adopted, but because when I was adopted my biological brother wasn’t adopted too because he was already a adult. But my biological brother (just gonna call him bb if I refer to him again) is not white, we have different dads. I’m very much white and he’s black? I don’t really know, never asked and didn’t really see it as something important. I love him for him, his skin color never mattered in that. But if I had to describe it he’s a lighter black, maybe Arabic or Cuban? And most of my friends throughout my whole time living where I do, most of my friends are black, or Hispanic. So, as you can assume, I have lots of sympathy for POC. I have no idea what it’s like and try to support my friend any time they are put down for their skin color. (I may or may not have punch a kid once cause he said a friend of mine was disgusting and should “go back to her sick country” cause she’s a Muslim, apparently the kids grandpa died in 9/11 so liek I guess I can see where it’s from but like, dude……)

So I have three other brother, live with two of them cause the other moved out for college. So, now to the two brother might be racist part. Prepare to be pissed off 👍 /hj . So, when all the protests started at the begging of quarantine, my family talked a bit about it cause we had nothing else to do.

and these two straight, cis, white teens had the damn arrogance to BOTH say that they were “bullied for being white” and yeah, one of them was bullied very bad as a kid, but like??????? No?????? Just, no????? You are a cisgender white straight man????????? Who is considered attractive by most of your peers?????? YOU ARE NOT BULLIED, THERE MIGHT HAVE BEEN TIME WHERE SOMEONE TRIED TO SHAKE SOME SENSE INTO YOUR ASS THAT YOU LITERALLY ARE THE MOST PRIVILEGED PEOPLE IN AMERICA SINCE THE FUCKING BEGINNING AND YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO SAY THAT YOUR MADE FUN IF FOR IT??????? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?????

And MY shy ass didn’t say a damn thing because “it’s not my place to talk, I’m white as heck and have never been made fun of for being white”

And also, “racism it’s the even a big thing anymore”??????? PISSES ME OFF WHEN EVER I THINK OF IT TO NO END

Like, first of all, IF THERE ARE PROTESTS AND PEOPLE ARE BEING KILLED FOR BEING BLACK THEN I THINK RACISM IS STILL A THING !!!!!

Second, YOU ARE A MAN, A CISGENDER MAN!!!! BOTH OF YOU!!!!! MEANWHILE AT THE TIME I WAS STILL CLOSETED SO YOUR SAYING THIS SHIT IN FRONT OF YOUR “SISTER” WHO HAS SAID THAT “SHE” WAS PUT DOWN A NUMBER OF TIMES FOR BEING BIOGRAPHICALLY FEMALE BY BOYS WHO THREW ROCKS AT GIRLS IN FIRST GRADE????? WHO LITERALLY HAS A SCAR FROM A SHARP ROCK THAT WAS THROWN AT MY BACK BY SOME KID IN FIRST GRADE???????

THIRD, YOU ARE CIS GENDER!!!! Hey hey hey, buddy, imagine not being able to go outside without worrying that you’ll get killed while walking to the dollar tree because you drew a non-binary flag on your arm the other day and couldn’t rub it off!!!!! How great does that sound :D /s

Fourth, you are STRAIGHT!!!!!!! BEING THE GAY ONE IN THE FAMILY IS KINDA HARD! And then how much it hurt seeing them make jokes about slapping each other’s asses, and making fun of a kid cause he sounded gay (who literally became homophobic because of it, as a kid he was supportive of it, but now is sorta homophobic because he’s straight and has been made fun of for people thinking he’s gay), TOOK THE “pedophiles are being added to LGBT” FUCKING SERIOUSLY

LIKE, I WASN’T OUT AT THE TIME AND THEY STOPPED MAKING JOKES LIKE THAT AFTER I TOLD THEM, BUT THEY ARE SO HORRIBLE SOMETIMES I SWEAR!!!! I AHVE NO IDEA HOW YHEY GREW TO BE LIEK THIS BECAUSE MY MOM ALWAYS TELLS THEM TO FUCKING STOP BECAUSE ITS OFFENSIVE AND RUDE, AND MY DAD SHOWS THAT HE DOENST LIEK IT EITHER

so that’s my Ted talk, moral of the story, if your a straight white cisgender man stop complaining about it.

tw: racism, homophobia, transphobia

THAT SH!T PISSES ME OFF WTF

(DISCLAIMER: okay y’all, to be clear: i’m in no way bashing anyone who’s straight or cisgender. this is talking about the topic in general and how people have negative influences on others, but it’s not directly related to them being white, straight, and cis-- it’s about the way that they’re handling it and how immature those people are. please don’t be offended if you fit into any of those categories.)

okok, thanks for letting me know all of this info boo! just wanted to let you know that you’re one heck of an amazing person and i think you’re so so strong for still being here. so pls oml, GIVE YOURSELF A PAT ON THE BACK BECAUSE YOU DESERVE IT! and hey, despite all you’ve been through, i can’t stress HOW thankful i am that you haven’t let it get to you. you’re not a cold-hearted and rude person and that just fills me with so much love for you because that’s just such a beautiful thing.

BUT NOW.

THE BROTHERS.

BAE I AM SO SORRY.

now now i’m supposed to be loving and kind to everyone, but this- i- i don’t know how to sugarcoat this.

they are white.

they are cisgender.

and they are men, straight men, at that.

AND THEY HAVE THE AUDACITY TO SAY THAT THEY’VE BEEN BULLIED FOR BEING WHITE??

I JUST BLACKED OUT FOR A SECOND THERE

LISTEN, I KNOW THERE’S BEEN A LOT OF DISCRIMINATION LATELY. THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A VERY SWEET, KIND, AMAZING WHITE GUY GAL OR NONBINARY PAL SAYING THAT THEY GOT BULLIED IN GENERAL? THAT’S OKAY, COMPLETELY OKAY.

BUT IF THEY HAVE ALREADY CROSSED THE LINE MULTIPLE TIMES AND THEN CHOSE TO THINK ABOUT THEMSELVES FOR “being white??” like honey come again, what did they say?? like did someone go to you and say, “yooooo guys, i’m white!” and use their fingers to make their eyes bigger? and yet it’s okay when you, you stupid cis white straight man make your eyes smaller and say “ch*ng ch*ng” and sing it to a bunch of asian kids?? is that what it is to you?

CHERRY I AM SO SORRY WTF THAT MUST BE TERRIBLE

and then.

i am trying so very hard not to scream rn because i can FEEL your pain through this ask.

and tHEN THEY SAY “racism isn’t a big thing anymore.”

...i’m sorry, did i hear you correctly?

racism isn’t a big thing anymore?

RACISM ISN’T A BIG THING ANYMORE???

RIGHT, RIGHT, HOW ABOUT YOU TELL THAT TO THE MILLIONS OF PEOPLE WHO FOUGHT FOR BLM AND ASIAN LIVES AS THEY SCREAMED FOR JUSTICE?? HOW ABOUT YOU TELL THAT TO THE PEOPLE WHO’VE BEEN MURDERED JUST FOR BEING IN THEIR OWN SKIN?? HOW ABOUT YOU TELL THAT TO THE PEOPLE WHO’VE LOST FAMILY AND FRIENDS BECAUSE THEY WERE JUST BEING HUMAN.

AND THEN THEY DON’T RESPECT YOUR PRONOUNS??

i’m literally about to cry right now, that’s so messed up

AND I AM SO SORRY ON BEHALF OF WHAT YOU’RE GOING THROUGH, THIS MUST BE SO ROUGH RIGHT NOW AND I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TERRIBLE THIS MUST BE FOR WHAT YOU’RE GOING THROUGH.

BUT YOU

ARE

STRONG

AMAZING

OVERLORD

AND I AM VERY VERY PROUD OF YOU

FOR FIGHTING AND CONTINUING TO BE KIND TO OTHERS

ILY VERY MUCH AND I THINK YOU’RE A NEAT PERSON, REMEMBER THAT YOU ARE VALID. YOU ARE SO VALID. ILY.

#ellie rants #kme: kirishima-my-beloved

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Alright, so I actually did this last night while I was waiting for the melatonin to kick in, and I couldn’t post it because Tumblr decided that I can only post once a month on the mobile browser, so it’s honestly really late. Anyway, spoilers for My True Identity! | Sanders Sides, which is also linked because! Snazzy.

**Reminder!!** These are just my opinions and feelings, and aren’t factual at all! There are also instances of tone indicators in different spots as well, as those are something I use frequently in notes and pm’s. I also tried to keep cussing down to an absolute minimum, but in cases where I felt it was better to not change it, the words will be censored. THis is also a direct copy n paste, all i did was censor things a bit better.

-holy SH*T stuffed animals!! yes!!

-"SNOOZE!" ndhfhfjfhdhdhdh moooooood

-oh that intro title was snazzy!!

-jdjdjdj ok i was not expecting immediate noise, i shall note that next video

-jdjdjdj same man, same. sometimes you can't help but over share

-i KNEW there was theater!! yes!!

-"do i really know myself as well as i should? " uhhh, technically the self is a projection and a social construct but does anyone really? (/hj)

-got distracted because dream lover started to play from my playlist so i was kinda vibing for a bit before i continued lmao

-"hello there class!" djfhdhjf l o g a n!!! yes!! class time!! we gonna learn some mf stuffs about ourselves today!!

-in all seriousness, learning is fun unless it's about me lmaoo, I'm the only topic i hate, as much as i talk about it

-"this is my intellectual side! every fact that I've ever learned."

"believe it or not i was quite the nerd in school! "

"I'm pretty sure that's a surprise to no one" lmfaoooOOO sjjdjdjd?? that's legit hella funny ngl?? reads like the last two brain cells but one is v drunk

-djddjdj the sass. why is. roman sassy.

-also fanciful?? wow that's a word!! i like that word, imma steal it /hj

-"what's going on kiddos?" JFJFJFJRJR KIDDOS. I LOVE THAT WORD SM. Y'ALL DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE THAT WORD

-"I also represent your unabashed love of dad jokes." ??? me??? mood???

-ok ngl that kinda self aware joke??? yes. yes. y e s.

-thomas points out that most people know him from vine! this is correct he made AWESOME vines don't @ me please

-jdjdjf r o m a n. just called thomas o u t

-yes i am still aware this is all one person shhhh lemme sort the stuff n do the things n make them just slightly separate from each other

-thomas is really good with his characters and my knowledge that it's all him will not stop my awe of how well the characterization is because the instant you see each side? you can immediately tell they are carried differently than the others. that is HARD and i will appreciate that

-hfjdje WAIT THEY EACH HAVE A DIFFERENT DIALECT. THAT'S SO????? RHRHHRNRNR THAT'S HEL L A

-"Wouldn't want to be our own villain, would we?" uh, you're not supposed to do that? /j

-jdjdjdjdjd ideal. i would also like that in a person. except less cartoons n more whatever obscure video i find. did you know that an ultra shortcut works by hitting all the correct key check points in the right order, but without doing it as intended? Apparently the boundaries can overlap and the game thinks you progressed correctly! i think the coconut mall ultra shortcut is the coolest and i wish we knew more about it. this has been mini info dump with james, thank you for tuning in

-patton: asks a deep question that takes a lot of self knowledge to answer

also patton: hey, we have the same glasses!!

-why is that me at 3am

-jfjfjfjfjfjfjjf?? he mentioned we may have harder questions about ourselves like our gender or sexuality?? i funkimg STAN sm

-"where do babies come from?"

"you're a father"

"well, i know it has something to do with storks"

-GOSH i love patton!! he is my official favorite now, i don't take criticism at all on this topic

-"Am i right tony?"

"not my name"

"then what is it?" jdjfjfjdjr me after i come out as trans n ppl don't know my name

- a a a smol hamster, a tiny ladsy

-"youtubes" djdjdn sometimes i say that, huh

-DHJFJFJR GUYS GALS AND NON BINARY PALS DJFJFJFJRJRIIEIEISISJDHD!!!

-the end card with patton??? a mood. a M O O D

(written: December 1, 2020, 23:49)

#sanders sides #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #ts spoilers #spoilers #efgesfhsd i still don't know how to tag these!#do i add anything about this being a review?#are there any more tags for spoilers??#I have no clue! I just pray that ppl scroll by if they see that I add that it has spoilers in several spots #anyway gonna watch episode two now #and maybe three #and four

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the-scooby-gang · 4 years

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Scoob! movie: The Brazillian Dubbing, the tribute to the original voices and the care.

By Brazillian Scooby fan, Gih Catherine (that’s me!)

This is a long one folks, so buckle up!!!

When the Scoob! movie was announced, the Brazillian fans had a pretty simple image on their head: Mckeidy Lisita as Shaggy, Reginaldo Primo as Scooby, Peterson Adriano as Fred, Fernanda Banonne as Velma and Flavia Saddy as Daphne.

As it has been since the original voices --- Luis Manuel (Fred), Juraciara Diacovo (Daphane), Nair Amorin (Velma), Mario Monjardim (Shaggy) and Orlando Drummond (Scooby) --- retired in 2013 (except Luis Manuel, he retaired from Fred in 1998)

(Fun fact: If you search Orlando Drummond you will find these two awesome facts ---> He is 100 years old and he is in the Guinness Book for dubbing Scooby-Doo for 35 years! A Legend)

But them came the announcement that there were going to be changes to the voices for the movie (and the movie only) as a form of tribute to the original voice actors.

Fernanda and Flavia remain with Velma and Daphne --- They were chosen by the OG voice actresses when they retired after all.

Fred is going to be voiced by Felipe Drummond and Young Fred is going to be voiced by his yourger brother Eduardo Drummond (Both are Orlando’s greatsons. The greatsons of the Scooby Voice are now voicing Fred. A subtle homage to Frank Welker double dubbing duty, Fred and Scooby )

But what about Shaggy and Scooby? No one was sure whet they were plannig for the boy and his dog. Who could possibly be choosen for the roles?

But what happened was a wonderfull surprise.

They called Mario Monjardim and Orlando Drummond with the following request: For the first theater release of an animated Scooby Movie, they had free hand to choose who was going to dub their characters!!

Drummond choose Guilerme Briggs, who is know to be one of the few capable to flawlessly replicate Drummond’s Scooby voice and one that WANTED to voice Scooby for a long time!

He is also the voice of my entire childhood anyway. He can add Scooby to his repertoire. As a treat.

From Briggs Twitter: “We will imitate the voices of our masters in their characters, under the direction of Flávia Fontenelle. With that, we will fulfill an old personal wish of Drummond and Monja, who wanted me and Fernando to replace them as Scooby-Doo and Shaggy when they retired "

But for real, even Reginaldo Primo -- the current Scooby voice -- was also responsible for the choosing of Briggs for the theatrical release.

Quote againg from Briggs Twitter: “I also leave here all my affection, respect and admiration for my colleague and friend, voice actor Reginaldo Primo, the current voice of Scooby-Doo in the animations, who was one of the responsibles for this dream to have been realized"

Can you imagine wanting to voice a character for so long, just for the current voice actor to go to you and go “My friend, you wanted to voice this dog for nearly 10 years now. Drummond gave his blessing, lets do this!”

Look at Briggs (50) and Drummond (100). This is the smile of a man realizing a dream.

And Shaggy?

Mario Monjardim choose Fernando Mendonça.

Fernando Mendonça had already previously worked with Monjardim because he, hold your socks now, ALREADY WORKED AS SHAGGY!!

Thats right! To be precise, Fernando Mendonça is Shaggy’s singing voice!

Mckeidy Lisita (current Shaggy) was also helping Mendonça with the role. He, Mendonça and Monjardim apparently would have entire conversations as Shaggy so Mendonça could perfect the linguistic mannerisms that Monjardim established for BR Shaggy in 1969!

Briggs (50), Monjardim (85) and Mendonça (30) on the studio.

The power of love and care, My guys, gals and non-binary pals!

This post served two purposes:

1) Brazillian Scooby history and the care and love we have over here with Scooby-Doo

2) A contrast to whatever the hell happened in the American dub.

This was my long convoluted -- and i hope educational -- way of me saying that if there were footage of Matthew Lillard and Will Forte screaming themselves hoarse in a car in the studio parking lot, Grey DeLisle giving Amanda Seyfried some tips, Mindy Cohn and Gina Rodrigues having a chat Or you know, informing them that they would not be voicing the movie, because from what i saw, no one aperantly bothered to say anything to them things would have been waaay different.

i cant say if Zack and Frank didn’t have chats, maybe yes maybe no, but you get my point.

This was brought to you by The-Scooby-Gang. Thank you for staying for my TED Talk

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dlwritings · 5 years

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Inexplicably in Love | Steve Harrington

masterlist found here

pairing - Steve Harrington x plus-size!reader word count - 3,318 warnings - insecure reader is insecure A/N - takes place in between seasons 2 and 3 - idk I’m crying but it’s whatever

This one’s for the anon who requested it and for all my plus size gals who don’t look like Ashley Graham. (No shade to Ashley. She rocks. I just don’t always feel like she represents my kind of plus size.) Some of us don’t have sexy curves. Some of us are just mushy. But you know what? We’re cute! And someday we’re going to have non-fictional Steve Harringtons who love us and our beautiful squishy bodies. And someday we’re going to love our own squishy bodies without the validation from someone else. I already love ya’ll. Also to my squishy guys and non-binary pals! I see you. You’re all gorgeous, and I love you too.

summary - You’re having an off day riddled with insecurities about yourself. Lucky for you, Steve is the sweetest boyfriend on the planet and knows just what to say and do to make you feel a little bit better.

It was Friday night, and you had plans with your boyfriend, Steve.

Boyfriend. Even after almost seven months, the word still felt weird coming out of your mouth attached to Steve Harrington’s name.

Steve had been working at Scoops Ahoy for about a month, and he wasn’t crazy about it. He felt indifferent about his only coworker, Robin, and some of the customers who came in on the daily drove him up the wall (*cough cough* Erica *cough cough*). The one plus side was that every other Friday, he got to close, and on those Fridays, there was usually a new shipment of ice cream. So on Thursday, he would make sure you were mentally prepared to come to the back entrance of the parlor the next night when the rest of the mall was closed so you could try the new flavors together. It had happened only three times so far that summer, but it was easily Steve’s favorite part of the job.

And usually, you were excited for it too. You and Steve would try all the flavors and usually make out in the back until your butt got sore from sitting on the counter. And then you’d go make out in his car until your curfew. It was a fun routine.

It was just that, today, you weren’t feeling so hot. No, you weren’t sick, and you didn’t have a headache or anything. You were just having one of those days. One of those days where every outfit you put on was wrong, and your tummy looked too pudgy from every angle, no matter how hard you tried to hold it in. You spent the entire day in bed, only getting up to shower in the morning, grateful you didn’t have a job you needed to go to. Your parents were at work all day, and your mom only came in your room when she got home to say hi and ask if you had eaten dinner already. You lied and said you had.

On these days, when your insecurities ate away at you, you needed to lay in bed and sulk. It was like purging for you. You just had to get rid of all the bad feelings so you could feel refreshed and put on your happy face again.

The truth was, you were never confident or outgoing or extroverted or popular. You honestly had no idea why Steve was attracted to you in the first place. You looked nothing like any girls he had been with in the past. And you weren’t really friends in high school. He wasn’t mean to you or anything. You actually sat by each other in most of the classes that you had together and often got in trouble for whispering, passing notes, or snickering during a lecture. Still, that didn’t mean you were friends. At least not in your mind.

You were Dustin’s neighbor and would sometimes get roped into babysitting him. This happened the day he trapped “Dart” in his cellar, and it changed your relationship with Steve. And, you supposed, with everyone else involved. Just, obviously, not in the same way.

From that night on, you and Steve were inseparable. It didn’t take long for the two of you to become official. And you were happy. Genuinely, really happy. You just still didn’t get it. And it wasn’t easy to be in a relationship you didn’t understand. You were constantly questioning it. Always wondering if Steve had some twisted ulterior motive. And you could never go out with him in public without noticing all the people staring. You knew what they were wondering. It was what you were so often wondering.

What is he doing with her?

Today, you had to shake all those thoughts away and go be with Steve. It was 9:30, and he was expecting you around 10:00, so you dragged yourself out of bed and put on some clean clothes. (You has been wearing your pajamas all day, putting on a clean pair after you showered.) Your parents liked Steve, but you knew they wouldn’t be too thrilled if they knew you were leaving the house late at night to meet up with him. So, like usual, you opened your window and climbed out, glad that your room was on the first floor as your feet touched the grass. Your parents slept like a rock and turned in already at 9:00, so you started your car without fear of waking them up and made your way to Starcourt.

You tried giving yourself a pep talk throughout the whole drive. Today was just like any other day. You didn’t look any different than you did yesterday, and you felt fine yesterday. This was fine. Your jeans buttoned up, and your t-shirt fit over your stomach. What more could you ask for?

A tummy that wasn’t so round. Boobs that didn’t seem too small because your weight rested in your stomach. An ass that wasn’t flat above your thick thighs. You knew curvy girls could be beautiful too, but you weren’t like those curvy girls. You didn’t have a round ass and big boobs. You were just meh. Just kind of there.

You pulled into the mall’s parking lot feeling no better about yourself than you had when you left your house. You pulled down your car visor and opened the mirror, practicing your bright smile for Steve. You added some lipstick for good measure. If you could flash your pearly whites behind some killer red lips, Steve would be clueless to how sad you actually were. You loved Steve, but he could be so oblivious sometimes.

Steve was waiting for you outside the usual back door with his silly sailor costume on, sans the hat as usual. He greeted you with a kiss on the cheek and let you inside the mall. “We got three new flavors,” he said as you made your way through the back hallways. “Strawberry cheesecake, caramel chocolate chip cookie dough, and brownie fudge swirl.”

“Sounds good,” you said. “Did you try any yet?”

“What? No!” Steve laughed. “I waited for you. It’s tradition.”

“It’s also tradition for you to steal a scoop and pretend like I don’t notice,” you teased. Steve shrugged but didn’t attempt to fight the smile on his face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweets,” he said. “I would never set sail on my ocean of flavor without you.”

When the two of you got into the kitchen, you jumped up on the counter next to the freezer. Steve smiled and walked over to you, passing the freezer and focusing only on you. “What’s on your mind, sailor?” you teased, putting your arms over his shoulders so you could twist your fingers in the curls at the nape of his neck. Steve didn’t usually let people touch his hair, but he had a soft spot for you, so he let you do it.

And who was he kidding? He was like a puppy. He absolutely adored it.

“You look gorgeous tonight,” he said, putting his hands on your waist.

“Steve,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “I look gross. I’ve been in bed all day.”

“You have?” he said, sounding genuinely confused. And that was fair. You didn’t usually spend an entire day in bed. Usually you sat outside on your front porch with a book or went out to the store just to get out of the house. “Are you feeling okay?”

“‘M fine,” you said, moving your hands from Steve’s hair. You needed a subject change. “Alright, let’s try this ice cream!”

Steve obliged, grabbing his ice cream scoop and then reaching into a cabinet for some plastic spoons and paper cups. You were grateful he didn’t seem to notice your odd behavior.

But he did. Steve wasn’t as clueless as people thought, especially not when it came to you. He could tell something was wrong, and he had a hunch he knew what it was. When you were wearing your bright red lipstick (the one you only kept in your car), 99 out of 100 times, you were having one of your off days. Steve thought you were beautiful, but he knew you didn’t think the same. Some days it was easy to convince you to see your beauty. Other days it was harder.

Steve opened the freezer and dished out two scoops of each flavor into three bowls with one flavor in each bowl. He handed you a spoon and kept one for himself. “First up,” he said dramatically, “strawberry cheesecake.” You both took a spoonful, clinked your spoons together to cheers, and took your first bites of ice cream.

The routine continued for all three flavors until you decided on a favorite: the caramel chocolate chip cookie dough. You were both all smiles as you continued to eat your ice cream, sometimes feeding each other spoonfuls because you were just that adorable.

Steve started to throw everything away and clean up the rest of the back room, and you stared at your feet. “Hey Steve?” you said, looking up at him.

“Yeah?” he said, flashing you a sweet smile.

“Is there anything you don’t like about yourself?” you asked. “Like, about how you look.” Steve let out a low whistle and leaned his back against the table across from you.

“That’s a loaded question,” he said. “Why do you ask?” You just shrugged and stared down at your lap. “Well, I mean, of course I do.”

“You do?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Everyone does,” he said.

“But, like what?” you said in genuine disbelief. “You’re-” You cut yourself off and motioned to him. Steve laughed and ran his hand through his hair.

“Sometimes I don’t think I’m muscular enough,” he said. “I’m kinda scrawny. And I can’t grow facial hair very well. And I have a square head.”

“A square head?” you repeated, unable to hold back your giggle. “What are you talking about? You don’t have a square head.”

“Yes I do,” he said. He turned his head to different angles, trying to prove the fact to you. You just rolled your eyes and put your hands behind you, leaning back on your arms.

“You’re ridiculous,” you said.

“Why’re we even talking about this?” he asked, stepping closer to you. He opened your legs so he could stand between them.

“I don’t like my tummy,” you said. It was matter-of-fact. There was no reason to skirt around the edge with Steve. “It’s too pudgy. And my boobs and my ass suck because my weight just carries weird. I’m like-” You thought. “I’m like the Michelin Man. The Michelin Woman.”

Steve scoffed, “Who’s ridiculous now?”

“I’m not being ridiculous!” you said. “You know it’s true. Everyone knows it’s true. I’m a walking, talking marshmallow. You should just paint me white and make me sell tires.”

“Stop,” Steve said, furrowing his eyebrows. He put his hands on your waist, and you visibly cringed. You knew he was feeling your squishy sides. “(Y/N),” he said, putting his fingers under your chin and making you look up at him. You had been worrying your teeth into your lower lip to stop it from quivering. “You’re so beautiful,” he said. His voice was soft, but firm. “I love your body. Every part of it.”

“You don’t have to say that just because I’m whining,” you said, wiping a stray tear that had fallen down your cheek. “I didn’t mean to invite you to my pity party.”

“I’m not just saying that,” he said. “I could spend hours just holding you and touching you and kissing you.” You blushed and looked away from him again. He made you look at him. “I’m serious, (Y/N). I never get sick of your body.”

“You haven’t even seen all of my body,” you muttered. “I’m sure you’d find parts you didn’t like.”

“Have I ever given you the impression that I wouldn’t like what I saw?” he asked.

“You don’t know what I look like under all of this,” you said, motioning to your clothes. You had this aching feeling of shame in you, and nothing you were saying was making it go away.

“Jesus, I wish we weren’t having this conversation in Scoops fucking Ahoy,” Steve said, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “I know that when I take off your clothes, there won’t be a supermodel underneath, but that’s not the point. 90 pounds, 100, 200, I don’t care. I love you because I think you’re beautiful, inside and out. And when I see you naked for the first time, it’s not going to change my mind.”

There were two things to note from Steve’s short speech.

The first was that he spoke in phrases of certainty. When I take your clothes off. When I see you naked. Not if. When. He wanted to, but more than that, he planned to.

The second was that he said I love you.

In seven months of dating, neither of you had ever uttered those words. Steve had a sketchy past with love, so he no longer tossed the word around lightly. You had never been in love before, and the idea of it scared you.

Yet there you both were: a sailor boy and his shy sweetheart. Inexplicably in love.

You hadn’t realized you were crying until you felt a tear slide down your nose. You wiped it away and sniffed. “You love me?” you said. Steve smiled and wiped some more tears from your cheeks.

“So much,” he said.

You didn’t ask him why, and you didn’t ask him if he was sure. That’s what people would expect you to do. Insecure girl needs proof that someone loves her. That was one stereotype you wouldn’t fulfill. Instead, you laced your fingers in his hair again and whispered, “Say it again.” Steve was happy to oblige.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” he said, “I love you.” You let out something that sounded just as much like a laugh as it did a sob and kissed your boyfriend. He smiled and kissed you back, welcoming your body into his open arms.

“I love you too,” you muttered, pulling away only slightly and only for a millisecond. “In case that wasn’t clear.”

“Mm, good to know,” Steve joked. “And I just want you to know-” He pulled back a bit and pressed his forehead against yours. “-if we weren’t in this god forsaken ice cream parlor, I would be stripping you of every piece of your clothing so I could properly worship every-” He stopped and kissed down your jaw. “-part-” His lips settled at your neck, sucking at a spot that made you grab a fistful or his hair. “-of your-” He bit softly on the spot, certainly leaving a mark you’d have trouble covering in the morning. “-body.”

“We-” You breathed in sharply as Steve kissed the base of your throat and to the other side of your neck. “We don’t really have to be in this god forsaken parlor anymore though, do we?” Steve grinned against your skin and shook his head no.

“Hmm,” he hummed, nipping at the new spot he made. “I guess we don't.”

You and Steve each got in your respective cars and drove to Steve’s house. His parents, as usual, weren’t home, so the two of you headed up to his bedroom, unafraid of getting caught. Your lips were pressed to each other’s as you fumbled to Steve’s room, bumping into walls as you turned corners. When you got into his room, you both made your way over to the bed.

You wanted to say you were excited and eager, but mostly you were nervous and hesitant. Maybe you weren’t ready for this. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Steve, and it wasn’t that you didn’t love Steve. It wasn’t even your insecurities eating at you again. It was just … you weren’t sure. You just didn’t feel ready.

Still, you owed it to Steve, you knew. For the past seven months, you had been holding out on him for various reasons and now, you invited yourself over to his house and wanted to bail on the intimate activity Steve was expecting? That wasn’t fair. You could make yourself ready.

You truly underestimated how good Steve was at reading you. Your kisses slowed, and the hand that was inching its way under your shirt stopped its movements. Steve pulled back and looked at you, an understanding smile on his face. “You’re not ready,” he said, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. He was almost completely hovering over you, literally about to take off his clothes, and you weren’t ready? What the hell was wrong with you?

“No, I am,” you said, trying to get yourself to believe it too. “I am.”

“Hey,” Steve said, lifting his hand to stroke your cheek. “I’m not going anywhere.” You covered your face with your hands in shame.

“I feel like I lead you on,” you whined. “All that stuff you said at Scoops, and-”

“Everything I said at Scoops will still be true tomorrow,” he said, pulling your hands away from your face, “and the next day, and next week, and next month. No matter how long it takes you, I’ll always mean what I said. I didn’t just say it to get in your pants tonight.” You couldn’t help but giggle, and Steve laid beside you, pulling you close to his chest.

“Why are you the nicest person in Hawkins?” you whispered, tracing the patterns of his Scoops uniform.

“Just in Hawkins?” he teased back. “Not the world? Not even Indiana?” You rolled your eyes with a smile and wrapped your arm around his waist. “Still, I feel like I shouldn’t be praised this much just for being a decent guy.”

“You’d be surprised how rare decent guys are,” you said back. Steve chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Wanna spend the night?” he asked. “I-” He stopped to clear his throat and scratch the back of his neck. “I bought you some pajamas. They’re in one of my drawers.” You looked up at him.

“You did?” you asked. You couldn’t fit into Steve’s clothes, so whenever you spent the night there, you had to bring your own pajamas along with your change of clothes for the next day. Steve nodded and stood up from the bed, still rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly -a tick he had when he was nervous. He opened his top dresser drawer and pulled out a jersey style nightgown -much like the one you usually brought to his house- and a pair of short black shorts. He handed them to you with an almost embarrassed look in his eyes.

“I hope that’s not weird,” he said. “I guess I, I just figured it’d be easier in case, you know, in case something like this ever happened where you didn’t plan on staying, but you did, and then-” Steve had been so busy rambling that he hadn’t even realized you stood up from the bed and walked over to him. You startled him by placing a kiss to his lips. He relaxed instantly and kissed you back, resting his hands on the small of your back.

“I love you,” you whispered when you pulled away. Steve smiled and brushed his nose against yours.

“I love you too.”

In a relationship, you didn’t need someone to tell you you weren’t fat, because you were, and that was okay. What you needed was someone who took your needs into consideration and made you feel safe, comfortable, and loved, no matter your own insecurities. There was no one who could do that for you quite like Steve Harrington.

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