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fearlessreid · 8 months

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Bad Idea, right?

a/n: yeah yeah steve won the poll, enjoy.

pairing: steve harrington x reader

summary: you and king steve have been broken up for 6 months, will that distaste you feel for him manifest into sexual tension when you see him at a party?

warnings: SMUT 18+. swearing. unprotected sex (pls wrap it up, especially with your ex) piv sex

2K words (not proofread)

obv based off of olivia’s song

Six months ago I broke up with ‘king steve’, he would tell you that it's because there was a ‘lack of chemistry’ which we all know is a lie, the real reason is because all he could care about was partying and his stupid, stupid hair.

Im sitting at my vanity applying lip gloss, getting ready for another one of carol perkins end of year summer kickoff parties, it's honestly just an excuse for the jocks to hook up with the band geeks and then blame it on the alcohol.

“Okay so Tommy is going to be there, despite it being carols party and they broke up right after prom” my best friend, heather rants. I nod my head and continue applying my makeup. Heather continues “But Tommy told me to keep an eye out for him so I think he wants to hook up and- you are so not listening”

I sigh “I am, I just have bigger things to worry about” I say and heather scoffs “right because worrying about being at a party with steve harrington for the first time in months is so important” she sasses and I roll my eyes.

“Oh please like I could give a shit about king steve and his hair that would explode if I held a lighter to it”. Heather laughs “you totally give a shit,” “nope now hand me the hairspray”

At the party, I stand by a staircase, nursing a cup of jungle juice in my hand, watching across the room as Heather has her tongue down tommys throat.

A hand taps my shoulder and I look at the culprit. Peter Marco, the cute boy from my algebra class, once upon a time, long before Steve harrington, I had a crush on peter, that crush being fizzled out by the charm of king steve.

He smiles, his dimple showing “hey, haven't seen you in a hot second” he says and i smile back, “yeah, I took a break from the whole party thing”. For the next half an hour, I talked with Peter, he's cute and he's funny, he's the type of guy I should want.

Our peaceful conversations get interrupted by a boy yelling “king steve is in the building” and everyone starts chanting and cheering. I roll my eyes and walk into the kitchen, I did not need this.

I down at least 3 more cups of jungle juice, the sugar is rotting my teeth and the alcohol is going right into my bloodstream, it's only 10:00 pm and I am completely wasted.

I walk to go use the bathroom. My head is spinning. I bump into someone and the next thing I can comprehend is their drink now on my dress, my light pink dress. I look up and his eyes burn into mine, the man of the hour, Steven William Harrington.

“You absolute idiot look what you did” I yell. I pushed past him and ended up in the second floor bathroom. I locked the door and took a wet towel to try to scrub the drink out of my dress.

There's a knock at the door. “Occupied” I called out and took a seat on the toilet seat. “Open up” Steve calls from the other side of the door. I roll my eyes “go away” I yell and go back to scrubbing at my dress.

“I brought a tide stick, let me in” he says, an undertone of annoyance. I hesitantly open the door and let him in. He comes in and closes the door.

I sit back down on the toilet seat and he bends down on his knees and tries to take out the stain with the tide stick. It doesn't work and I sigh frustratedly. “I'll pay for dry cleaning, don't get your panties in a twist”

His comment makes me scoff “you see? Comments like those are why I dumped your ass”. “You're wasted” he says and i laugh “so what”, he sighs “so i'm taking you home, I haven't drank anything tonight”

I shake my head “i'm not going anywhere with you, plus im here with heather”. Now it's steves turn to laugh “heather left with tommy like 15 minutes ago, let me take you home, no funny business, i promise”

I get into his car and we drive in silence and we pass my street “steve that was my street “what the fuck”, he smiles and shakes his head “youre parents would kill you if you showed up this sloshed, and i meant what i said, no funny business”

My eyes burn into him “fine”

I walk into the Harrington home and the memories start flooding in, the good and the bad. Steve guides me to his room and lays me on the bed. “You'll take the bed, I'm staying in the guest room” and explains. “Stay” I basically beg

I make room for him on the bed and he lays next to me. He's taken off his shirt and changed into his pyjama pants and I steal one of his shirts to sleep in.

All I can notice is his pants low on his hips, his toned v line. my thighs press together. The rational part of my brain is trying to talk but all im hearing is ‘blah blah blah’

I can feel Steve's eyes on me,he's right next to me, I feel the heat of his body lingering on mine, the tension is unbearable.

“Fuck it” i mutter under my breath, i straddle steves hips and his eyes widen “what are you doin-” i cut him off by placing my lips on his, he tenses but melts into the kiss, his hands finding my waist.

The kiss heats up as I grind my hips into his. Steve pulls away and I whine. “You are drunk, we can't” he says and i shake my head “i sobered the minute i walked into this house” i say and peck his lips.

Steve contemplates and is at a mental war with himself. He mutters a “fuck it” and smashes his lips back into mine and my hips immediately find his again and he lets out a groan.

“This is such a bad idea” I mutter against his lips. He flips us so he's on top and pushes my shirt up and kisses down my chest and stomach until he reaches the waistband on my underwear. “Steve please we don't have time for that just put it in me” I beg, Steve nods and takes off his sleep plants to reveal his cock.

My mouth waters at the sight “fuck ive missed your cock so much”, steve smirks and takes off my underwear to reveal my glistening cunt. He groans at the sight and lines up his cock with my folds as he rubs the tip of his cock through them.

My back arches as I moan “please steve, no teasing”. He slides it slowly into me and we both moan at the feeling. He allows me to adjust until I give him the okay. He pumps slowly and I wrap my legs around his waist bringing him closer. It shouldn't feel this intimate, I can't hear my thoughts screaming. This is a bad idea.

His thrusts get sloppy. Signalling that he's close and he sneaks his hand down to my clit and starts rubbing at the nub.

Steve cums first, his hips stuttering and he breathes heavily as he cums, I finish seconds after him, my body tensing with pleasure.

As we both come down from our highs, my thoughts run wild, what the hell just happened.

Steve pulls out of me and watches his cum drip out of me. As the post orgasm haze dissipates my eyes widen “steve we forgot to use a condom”

He freezes and panic sets into his face “oh fuck”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x y/n fluff #steve harrington x y/n smut

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blossom-works · 9 months

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Opposites Attract

A/N: I have no knowledge about technology & engineering so don’t come at me internet...😐

Who would have thought that Ego Jinpachi’s cousin is the secret lover of the world’s best striker, Noel Noa? Certainly not Chris Prince. Or anyone in the Blue Lock as a matter of fact. And the cherry on top is that you, Noel’s fiancé and Ego’s cousin, are responsible for building this state-of-the-art facility. You are a tech geek and was able to geek out at the request of your cousin. Since Blue Lock began, you have been behind the scenes to make sure everything is running smoothly. No one but your cousin, Anri, and the money grubbing fucks of the JFU knew about you. Now, a large group of footballers know about you since someone decided to mess with your technology.

“Honestly! How did you manage to pull out multiple fuses! And how did you get into the control center?!”

Chris Prince scratches the back of his head in semi-shame. “I got curious and wanted to know what does what.”

“That doesn’t explain why you’re here!”

In frustration, you try to reconnect the different fuses to the appropriate ports, but it seems that when Chris pulled them out, he damaged the chords attached to them. How that is possible, you do not know. Your phone starts buzzing from the back pocket of your pants. Answering, you hear your cousin, Ego, on the other side. Demanding to know what you did wrong.

“I didn’t do anything, dipshit! - One of your genius masters decided it would be a good idea to pull out multiple fuses. - Chris Prince. - I don’t know how he managed to do that! - Well he isn’t that smart if he pulled them out because he was just curious. - The fuses he pulled out powered Blue Lock Man and other training material. - Yes, that means advanced training will be out of the question. - Maybe two days? Three max. - That’s your job to figure out! - Oh shut up and stop complaining, dumbass.” You hang up the call with a huff and gather the broken fuses to properly dispose of them. When you turn around, you are surprised and annoyed that the Englishman is still standing there.

“What are you still doing here?”

“Uhh...are you single?”

His question catches you off guard which makes you drop one of your poor babies. Dumbfounded, you ask the striker to clarify.

“Are you taken?”

Now, you are a bit more ticked off than you already were. You put the fuses to the side, and place your fists on your hips. “Let me get this straight, you come into my command center and play with creations because self-control is obviously nowhere in your vocabulary. All of which forces me to rearrange my already busy schedule, and you have the audacity to hit on me? Did I miss anything number two?”

Chris looks at you for a few seconds before he proudly responds “Nope!” with a flashy smile.

Exasperated, you point to the automatic door (which you will have to rethink). “I’m already engaged. Now get out.”

Instead of obeying like a good boy, Chris tries to use his charms on you.

“C’mon, I bet your fiancé isn’t that great. Compared to me at least.” He winks.

“I would have to say otherwise. Compared to you, he is great.” And before Prince can say anything else, you push him out the door and lock it before anyone else can bother you. Once in peace, you make a couple of calls to order more fuses and to hire a team to help you further develop Blue Lock’s technology. Engrossed in your work, you do not hear someone knocking on your door. It takes one loud knock to bring you back to reality. Jumping out of your chair you unlock the metal door.

“Ego m'a dit que l'entraînement ne serait pas possible dans les prochains jours.“ Noel asks. He has on his usual tracksuit and has a cup of freshly made coffee in his hand. Ego told me that training would not be possible in the next few days.

Since basically everyone got a translating earpiece, you chose to answer him in your native tongue. When the Neo-Egoist Phase began, you partnered with the Mikage Corporation to advance their earpiece. While the device cannot translate all languages, it can translate a good handful when preprogrammed. Though, you are not sold on the idea of talking to intergalactic beings.

“Basically. The world’s second best striker and the world’s first dumbass messed with my technology. All of which powered the Blue Lock Man and amongst other things. You guys can still train the o’fashion way and the kids can still workout, but advanced training is off the table.”

“I see. How long until the system is up and running?”

“Three days max.”

Noel nods and hands you the cup of hot caffeine. You take the Blue Lock mug and silently thank him. You take one sip and plant the mug on a surface away from the monitors. Like he expected it, Noel catches you when you quickly jump on top of him and nuzzle your nose against his cheek.

“But I missed you! I haven’t seen you since you first got to Blue Lock!” You complain like a child.

“You saw me this morning, and the mornings before.”

“So! We haven’t spent any time together though.” You move your face slightly away from Noel’s so he can see your puppy dog eyes and pout. The Frenchman sighs like he is tired of your antics, but you know better. If he was truly tired of your childishness, he would have put you down but Noel has yet to do that. Instead, Noel keeps his hands under your thighs to hold you up. A small sign of his that lets you know he misses you too. Childish antics and all.

“You can’t just leave your fiancé hanging around like this! Having me wait around to get some well-deserved attention is just cruel!”

Noel says nothing as you hop off him and drag him to sit in your chair so you can sit on his lap. Sticking to your silly behavior, you pepper Noel’s face with kisses like the lovesick woman you are. You take his face in your hands and plant a big kiss on his sightly chapped lips. Immediately the Frenchman reciprocates the kiss. Another way he silently admits that he misses you too. Happy that you are getting the attention you have been craving, you pull back a bit to see the thin strand of saliva break. Letting out happy squeals, you nuzzle your face against Noel’s while wiggling your body like an excited puppy. The striker lets you have your fill of him (not like that you rotten minds) before he goes back to the Germany part of the building.

Of course, he does not leave the control center without paying a kiss(es) fee. Noel leaves planning a new training schedule and you stay in your little nook happy as a schoolgirl who got the number of her longtime crush. Honestly, it never ceases to amaze you how a cyborg like Noel Noa lets you get away with acting like a child. Looks like being his significant other has its perks.

Three Days Later:

Clapping yours hands, you quadruple check your handy-work. (No) Thanks to Chris Prince, you had to install the fuses inside their own boxes so no one can take them out again. You also installed a lock to the control center. People can only enter when they have the passcode. Updates have also been installed into Blue Lock tech so the club masters can get more creative with training. Now all you have to do is make sure that each club is running smoothly with the new installments. One by one go through each building for thorough check-ups, and secretly cheering on the Blue Lockers. Since you saved the best for last, you skidded on your way to Germany’s Bastard Munchens.

But, all good things must come to an end.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Ms. Tech.”

“Dear god, what do you want Prince?”

“I want to know who your loser of a fiancé is.”

Feeling a little smug, you decide it is best to give the Englishman what he wants.

“If it’ll get you to leave me alone, then so be it. I’m on my way to meet him anyway.”

For some reason, pride makes Chris puff out his chest like Superman as he follows behind you. He is even walking like he is some sort of a hero. How amusing. With the tablet in your hands, you go through the new data it has been collecting. Since Ego is the man in charge here, you need to compile a report of the new tech you installed, and the cost. If it was still the first phase of Blue Lock, the amount of money used to create the program would be equivalent to how much debt the United States is (that is a bit exaggerated but you get the picture). Now that you guys have sponsors and BL TV, money is streaming in like cryptocurrency.

“Hey, isn’t this the way to-”

“Noel!”

Said man turns around only to be tackled by a woman half his size. Thank goodness for his physicality or else you both would have fallen onto the ground. Like you always do, you nuzzle the side of his face with your nose.

“What are you doing here? We’re in the middle of practice.”

“Oh, I came to check on how the new update is fairing. Just following routine to make sure things are going smoothly.” You say as you get off the man. The commotion gets the players’ attention. Too busy showing Noel what is on the tablet, you do not realize that Noel give his players a glare. Telling them to get back to training like their lives depend on it.

“Prince? What are you doing here?”

“So, I’m finally acknowledged by the great Noel Noa.” Chris sarcastically says. “If you must know, this little lady is taking me to meet her third-grade fiancé. But I guess she’s going to finish her work beforehand. Now hurry up so she can see how much better I am than whoever she’s engaged to.”

The albino raises a brow before uncharacteristically scoffing and goes back to ignoring the world’s second best striker.

“What? You know, you think you’re all high and mighty but you’re not.” The petty Prince states. He only aggravates himself further as he starts a one sided argument with Noel. Meanwhile, you busy yourself with examining how the players are using the new and updated tech.

“Excuse me, but who are you?”

“Ah, Yoichi Isagi. I’m just here to make sure that everything is running smoothly so I can give a report to Ego. Don’t worry, I won’t get in your team’s way.” Before you can explain more, you notice a small tweak in the Blue Lock Man which prompts you to halt practice. You got a few hisses and groans but ignored them all. Out of thin air, you take out a couple of screws, a small hard drive, and a screwdriver.

Taking a panel off the wall, you plug in the hard drive and start typing away on your tablet. One of the players tries to ask you what you are doing and how long you plan on being here, to which you just hold up a finger, telling the player to wait. A couple more clicks and you are happy with your work. Pulling the hard drive out and putting the panel back on the wall, you tell Bastard Munchen “Alrighty! There shouldn’t be anymore issues for you guys.”

“But...there wasn’t any problem to begin with...”

“Ah ah.” You wave your finger in a “no-no” motion. “It was only for a split second but the Blue Lock Man you were using had a glitch to it. It wasn’t noticeable to the untrained eyes, but since my more than qualified eyes caught it, I had to fix it right away. If I left the Blue Lock Man as he was, then future problems with it would arise. Prohibiting further training.”

Most of the team looks at you in awe at your explanation (mainly the Blue Lockers).

“Woah! Are you some tech guru?”

“Have you been working here this entire time?”

“How old are you?”

More and more questions are being bombarded towards you. Smiling at their curiosity, you answer some of their questions. You bow to them in a formal greeting.

“I’m an employee here at Blue Lock. I’ve been working here since the very beginning. In fact, I’m the person who created and designed this entire facility. From the infrastructure to the technology, that was all me.”

Like Gru’s minion, they all let out a “Woah”. You should have known that your introduction would only lead to more questions. Thankfully, Kaiser comes to your rescue. Albeit, rudely.

“Hurry up and get into formation. There’s no need for a maintenance worker to overstay their welcome. Now leave. You’re becoming a pest.”

A little ticked by the boy’s attitude, you put on a polite smile. “I thinks that’s best too. Afterall, the main actor needs to keep practicing or else he’ll always have to rely on his co-stars to make up for his shortcomings.” Your patronizing tone and pleasant smile pisses Kaiser off and before he can say anything more, you walk away, bumping the teen with your shoulder on “accident”. You spot your fiancé antagonizing the Frenchman with his dry humor.

“I’m done with my inspection!” You cry out as you jump on Noel’s back to perform your ritual of nuzzling. “I wish I could stay longer but Ego would have my head if I’m late with my report.”

“I thought you were on your way to see your fiancé. Wait a minute, did you just make up a lie cause you’re too shy to go on a date with me?” Chris asks while raising both his blonde brows.

Still on Noel, you blink confused for a quick second. “Oh, I wasn’t lying. If I’m being 100 percent honest, you’ve already met my fiancé but didn’t know it’s him. You still haven’t found out who he is even though I’ve made it clear about three times now. And this ring doesn’t lie.”

Three.

Two.

One.

Now that Prince has caught on to your behavior he blurts out incoherent sentences, pointing at you and Noel. Happy with how things are turning out, you get off Noel’s back and pull him down so you can kiss his cheek.

“I’ll see ya, cher!” and you are off to Ego’s cave of egoism. All the while leaving behind a stuttering Chris Prince, a shocked Bastard Munchen (who have been watching the whole thing play out), and an unbothered Noel Noa. Dear.

When you pop into Ego’s cave, you give him all of the data you have collected and what he and the masters should be looking out for.

“Alright. You can leave now.”

“Awe! Don’t be like that cuz! I did all this work and rearranged my schedule for the next two weeks. You should at least thank me.” You pout.

“You’re getting paid are you not?”

“But that’s not the same ~ C’mon! Give your little cousin a hug! You haven’t even congratulated me on my engagement to Noel!” You open your arms out and slowly get closer to Ego. You are determined to get your hug from him whether he likes it or not.

“Another step and I’ll fire you.” Ego warns. Seriously, how the fuck are you two related. He swears that you are adopted cause there is no way in hell.

“Oh, shut up and hug me you bastard!” And that is how you and Ego end up running around in the room like small children. An older brother who is trying to get away from his annoying and unwanted younger sister. A younger sister purposefully annoying her straightedged, older brother. A perfect duo if you say so. In the midst of your chase, one of you accidentally presses the button for the intercom that connects to the entire building, prompting everyone in it to listen to your pleas and Ego’s cursing.

“What the hell is going on here?”

“Ego and that chick are related!”

“Are they okay?”

Are some of the few questions the players have until they hear, “Aren’t you excited to have Noel as an in-law?”

Noel swears on his entire career that the whole building shakes when everyone yells, “What?!”

A/N: How’d ya like my Noel Noa story? I wrote for him cause there’s not a lot fanfiction of him. For my readers who have been patiently waiting for another Kylian Mbappe story, I haven’t forgotten about you! I can’t say when the update will be, but I hope it’ll be before September ends. I know it is a long wait but the story I’m working on is longer than I anticipated.

#noel noa #blue lock #x reader #fanfiction #noel noa x reader #bllk #blue lock x reader #been binging the manga recently #blue lock may be one of my favorites so far

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jokeroutsubs · 27 days

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[ENG translation] Joker Out end the tour with a gig at Padova Hall

A report from the Padova gig. Original article written by Marianna Grechi for Inside Music, published on 31.03.2024. English translation by IG valohwave, proofread by IG GBoleyn123.

Thursday, the 28th of March, marked the end of the tour of Joker Out, the Slovenian breakthrough rock band of the 2010s new wave that made itself known to the wider public with their participation at Eurovision 2023. They played a short set focusing on freshness and coolness, and where you could breathe a certain Erasmus-like atmosphere - for the nostalgic ones.

Fresh from the gig in Milano, whose venue was relocated at the last minute from Magazzini Generali to Circolo Magnolia, Joker Out closed their tour at Padova Hall with the same energy of five friends getting together on the weekend to jam in a garage. Sometimes the complicity among the members is so tangible, it seems they are unaware of having an audience.

Disclaimer: A full immersion Slovenian course might prove to be useless for following a Joker Out gig because the repertoire includes also Serbian songs like 'Demoni' and 'Ona' and some new hits like 'Bluza' and 'Šta bih ja'. So relax, jump, try to at least get the vowels right, and enjoy the concert of Bojan Cvjetićanin's band.

The evening is opened by Bigoyday, a brass band from the Plain of Brescia, that immediately gets the crowd going to the sound of wind instruments, and then, the party begins. A few minutes to get the stage ready and there they are: Bojan, Jan, Kris, Jure and Nace on stage in all their beauty.

Bojan with a glittery eyeshadow, Nace dressed as a "geek", a shirtless Jure, each of them has their own character and yet everything is so spontaneous. I get so lost in this marvel that I don't realise we are already halfway through 'Gola'. Around me something weird happens: everyone is singing, some with a thick Italian accent, others are clearly native speakers, and we're all here in Padova for Joker Out.

From the very beginning the gig feels like an international karaoke - just like during Erasmus! - and it literally becomes one when Bojan comes down from the stage to let the first rows sing verses from 'Umazane misli', each in their own language.

In a few minutes, they touch all our weak spots. We go wild for 'Katrina' and 'Plastika', but there's also Bojan's piano moment with 'Everybody's Waiting', dedicated to those suffering from anxiety and panic attacks. Within an hour, we reach the song that changed Joker Out's life, 'Carpe Diem', precisely the Slovenian version they brought to Eurovision 2023.

At the end, the boys hug each other, they bow. Not without a message of peace against all wars before they end with an acoustic and moving 'Novi val', sung with the choir that is the audience. Among lights and hugs the Erasmus experience is over, we've all got to go back home.

#joker out #bojan cvjetićanin #jan peteh #nace jordan #kris guštin #jure maček

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thewritingginger · 1 year

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Fluff Alphabet - Ken “Draken” Ryuguji

It’s been so long since I've posted oops

I’m actually trying to work on some hella old prompts I never got finished—thanks writing slump So I hope to get those done in the near future but idk 🤞🏻

So enjoy some Fluffy Draken for your Monday :3

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Letters: D,R,A,K,E,N Warnings: None, Fluff, Maybe cheesy

Enjoy ~

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Draken strikes me as a family man, maybe cuz he never had one in the traditional sense

I think he’d prefer at least 2 kids, 3 at most

He would want to make sure that his partner would never need for anything

He seems like the type of man that would refuse his partner paying for anything in his presence

He would be happy living in a house that is not too big and not too small, just right for the size of family you have/ want to build

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

I think this boy could be a bit romantic if giving the opportunity

The whole showing up to your work/school/home with your favorite flowers just cuz

Taking you on impromptu rides to the beach to watch the sunset or go out for a random date

Sometimes I think he may get a bit embarrassed but your reaction always makes it worth it

I picture Ken’s main love language as either Acts of Service or Gift Giving

So if you’re having any car/bike issues he’ll check it out w/o you even asking him to

You mention a cute jacket you’ve been thinking of getting he’ll probably show up one day with it

I pin him as a guy that likes routine but is good about sprinkling in spontaneity

A ctivities - what do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Likes to take his partner out for rides on his bike—especially for little spontaneous weekend/ overnight trips (that is if you are comfy on a motorcycle)

He really enjoys sharing his work and seems like the type to totally geek out about bikes and how things are fixed, run, etc

But tbh I think Ken would really be down for most things, he just wants to be with his babe and make them happy and if that means going to something like a knitting class then toss him a pair of knitting needles cuz he’ll be there

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Ken is a passionate kisser–even when just a peck

Your first kiss was sweet and melt-worthy after he dropped you off from taking you for a drive on his bike

Ken is a good kisser

I feel like he squeezes you close, especially for goodbye kisses

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

I think he tries to keep it pretty even, if not just let you steer the ship when y’all are just relaxing

He takes control when he feels the situation calls for it

But if y’all argue/bicker he tries to not come off too strong, even if he feels he’s right

Tries to make sure your peace is being said and checks in to make sure you’re happy

I’d say he’s more dominant overall tho

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

His nicknames for you

Babe

Sweetheart

Smols (even if you’re taller than him lol)

Your nicknames for him

Kenny

Sweety

Ponytail

Hope you enjoyed that

Feedback & Interaction is always appreciated!

💛 ~

~ Masterlist ~

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyorev #tokyorev headcanons #tokyo revengers draken #tokyorev draken #tokyorev ken ryuguji #ken ryuguji #ken ryuuguji headcanons #ken ryuguji x reader #draken headcanons #draken x reader #fluff #fluff alphabet #x reader #x gn reader

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boldlyvoid · 2 years

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The Freak, Geek and Miss Indiana

18+ Spencer Reid x Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: 3 unlikely friends choose to spend the rest of their life together

Warnings: polyamory, 3 ways, smut, oral sex (m+f), fingering (m+f), vaginal sex, anal sex, condoms, teasing, praise, sub-Spencer, dom-Eddie, multiple orgasms, mommy/daddy kink

Of all the weird friend groups in Hawkins, they were a trio beyond anyone's wildest dreams. Eddie the Freak Munson, Kid Genius Spencer Reid and Miss Indiana, Y/N Henderson, have been absolutely inseparable since kindergarten. Now, however, they lived a less than fabulous life together in the Forrest Hills Trailer Park.

Eddie still lived with his uncle, but he did spend a lot of time at Y/N and Spencer’s place, just two trailers down from Waynes. Like every day, Spencer comes home from work and showers the bad coffee and stale book smell off, Eddie rolls them all a joint and Y/N prepares their munchie meal. And like clockwork, they make their way back into the main bedroom to just veg out.

Y/N had her head in Spencer’s lap while he played with her hair, her legs resting over Eddie’s lap as he caressed her soft skin with his cold rings. It was so peaceful to just be there, at peace, high, and alone with her boys who she loved so much… her brown-eyed beauties with the softest hearts and the sweetest smiles. Both like big teddy bears, they would never hurt a soul… unless that soul fucked with their girl.

Being the only polyamorous couple in Hawkins was hard. It came with a lot of names directed at them, awful, horrible things, but they never let it go to heart, not when no one understood the love they had for each other.

Spence asks Eddie about his day, he rants about how boring it is still being in high school while his partners are off having jobs and being adults.

“Just because I work at the police station does not mean I’m an adult. I’m a glorified computer,” he complains.

Y/N sighs as she snuggles closer to Spencer’s belly, basking in the closeness but always wanting more, “either of you in the mood?”

They both laugh, turning to one another, “always,” they say at the same time. “How could I not get horny with you two always around?” Eddie teases.

Some people try and ask how it started, often guessing she started dating one of them and then the other joined… really, they’ve just always been this way. It was only natural for the 3 of them to spend their alone time experimenting over the years, falling in love was inevitable, they were 3 pieces of a whole heart that couldn’t bare being shattered any longer.

She sits up and straddles Spencer first, cupping his face with her hands as she looks at him carefully and then over to Eddie who was moving in closer too.

Kissing at the same time was always funny, their noses bumped in the middle, making them giggle and rest their foreheads together for a moment. It’s when she kisses Eddie that things start to heat up, Spencer’s hands travel under her skirt as his lips tour her jaw and neck. Eddie’s hands focus on both of them, one hand in Spencer’s hair at the nape of his neck and the other lightly around her throat. His rings are cold against her hot skin, Spencer’s breath under her ear is heavy, desperate even.

She breaks away from the kiss enough to push Eddie’s face towards Spencer’s, watching them make out made her heartbeat travel south, her clit was basically thumping along to the rhythm that her hips started to follow. Grinding against Spencer’s bulge, he moans into Eddie’s mouth and Eddie’s grip gets tighter on Y/N's throat by proxy.

“Who wants what?” Eddie mumbles against Spencer’s mouth.

“Hmm?” Spencer’s barely listening, too wrapped up in his lovers.

Y/N looks at Spencer and then at Eddie, unable to pick who she wants more, “you guys can decide today.”

“I wanna bottom,” Spencer admits abruptly, trying to steal more kisses from Eddie while he smiles, getting nothing but teeth.

Eddie nips at Spencer’s bottom lip just as he tugs on his hair and prompts a beautiful moan from him. “Think you can still fuck the lady while I’m fucking you?”

He nods, “I’ll be extra good for you this time, I promise,” Spencer all but cries. “Please?”

“What d’ya say, princess?” Eddie looks to you for approval. “You wanna ruin him together?”

“Absolutely,” she immediately starts unbuttoning Spencer’s shirt as Eddie hops off their big bed to close the blinds and get everything they need for an afternoon of lovemaking.

He pulls her in for another kiss while she pushes the shirt off his shoulders and feels him up. He’s so warm and soft and sweet. His stubble is prickly as she moves her kisses south, going down his neck with open-mouthed kisses headed straight for his sensitive nipples. She brushes her teeth against the sensitive bud, making Spencer moan so beautifully.

A couple of condoms and a bottle of lube are tossed onto the bed just as Y/N slips down Spencer and off the bed, resting her knees on the carpeted floor, she unbuckles his belt and starts pulling his pants off. She takes a second to take her own shirt off, flinging it behind herself and crawling back into his lap.

With one less layer, Spencer’s hard cock is much more prominent when she grinds down on him, making him whimper. He digs his fingers into her hips, pulling her skirt up to her waist to he can watch her covered pussy move over his bulge.

When Eddie’s kneeling back on the bed, he’s in just his blue checkered boxers. Cock hard, he palms himself through the fabric. “Having fun, pretty boy?”

“Yes, daddy,” he turns to Eddie and reaches for him with grabby hands, beckoning him closer. Eddie places his hand on Spencer’s cheek, caressing his bottom lip with his thumb before guiding it into his mouth.

His perfectly talented mouth…

Y/N brushes Spencer’s hair out of his face while he sucks on Eddie's thumb, getting a better look at him as he slips fully into subspace. His eyes closed, eyes rolling back into his head as he rested against the wall.

With her other hand, she reaches into Eddie’s boxers and pulls him out, she spits into her hand and wraps it around his cock. Pumping him a few times, “how’s it feel?”

“Fantastic, princess,” he bites his lip, looking at hers before diving in for them.

When Eddie takes his thumb out of Spencer’s mouth, he’s a babbling mess, “wan it, please?” He opens his mouth and leans forward, ever the cockslut.

Y/N gets off his lap, the positions change so many times when they all had sex together, it was like a really rewarding game of musical chairs.

Eddie sits on the bed, head resting on a pillow as Spencer gets between his legs on all 4s, wasting no time before engulfing eddies cock in his mouth. “Not too good, baby,” Eddie runs his fingers through Spencer’s hair, “still want me to be able to fuck you after this, right?”

He pulls off his cock just to nod, teasing his length with his tongue and fondling his balls at the same time. He could spend the whole night between his legs if he was allowed.

It’s so hot being able to just watch. Y/N wiggles her way out of her skirt and searches the bed for the lube. Once she finds it, she runs her fingernails gently down Spencer's spine to let him know where she was going… right between his cheeks. Working him open for Eddie was her favourite part. She knew how big he was, she knew how good the stretch felt so preparing Spencer to take it, guiding him down on eddies cock, whispering in his ear that he’s such a good boy for mommy… she could cum just thinking about it.

His back arches, his legs spread, and he’s overly ready to have his lights fucked out. She gets on the bed behind him, settling down between his legs, she runs her hand over his bare ass soothingly and then replaces it with a gentle slap.

He moans around Eddie’s cock, “fuck,” Eddie's eyes flicker, “do that again, baby.”

She slaps the exact same spot on Spencer's ass, watching her red hand print come to life on his lily white cheek. He moans again, taking Eddie even deeper this time. Eddie rests his head against the pillow, jaw slack, blissed out. And then Spencer moans again when he hears her pop the cap on the lube.

She coats her 3 fingers in lube and moves in closer, spreading his cheeks slightly before she runs her finger gently over the hole. He shutters, it's just a little bit too cold but that won’t last for long. She gently starts with her index finger, pushing through the tight layer of muscle like all those times before.

“Still so fucking tight,” she praises him, knuckle deep now. She starts to pump in and out a few times, finding he's ready enough for a second finger and slowly starting the stretching over again with them both. Past the first knuckle, then the second until she can’t go in anymore, she lets him adjust and then she starts to pick up speed.

Curling her fingers, she finds his prostate from the inside, and with her other hand, she places a few fingers on his perineum to massage it from the outside too. It always made him whine, slipping off eddies cock to beg for more, Eddie simply runs his fingers through Spencer's hair and directs him back onto his cock.

“Patients, baby, you’re not ready yet,” Eddie adds his soothing words, “your moth feels sooo good, I’m not ready to give it up just yet, pretty boy. You think you can be good while mommy stretches you open for me?”

He whines again and taps eddies thigh just the once, a silent yes that was understood between them all. He’s so needy it’s adorable, and as much as she wants to drag it out and make him earn it, she also can’t wait till it’s her turn to get fucked.

She adds the third finger, pumping in and out of him with vigour and basking in the sweet sounds he made as a result.

Eddie pulls him off by his hair and grips his cock at the base so he won’t cum too soon, “careful, baby.”

“Sorry,” he pants, lips swollen, eyes blown out with lust, he was the most fuckable creature on earth.

“Don’t be, beautiful,” Eddie sits up, causing Y/N to pull out of Spencer and get off the bed too. “You ready for some more?”

He nods, “can I eat mommy’s pussy first?”

“Absolutely,” she reaches for the boxers she took off Spencer to clean her fingers off and then she throws them back to the floor. “How are we doing this?”

“Lay down, Miss Indiana,” Eddie instructs, it had been years since she won that stupid contest and yet Eddie still reminded her with pride.

Positioning Spencer in the middle of them both, still, on his hands and knees, only his partners had changed spots. Eddie rolls a condom onto Spencer first, knowing he won’t want to stop when he’s eventually ready to fuck her, and then he wraps his own cock and coats it in a generous amount of lube.

Spencer’s between her legs, eating her out before she’s even fully situated on the bed. He wraps his arms around her legs and pulls her cunt right to his face, nose deep, he favours every moment of it.

Y/N arches her back, gripping the sheets with a moan, “oh, fuck, right there, sweet boy… fuck, I was so jealous watching you suck daddy's cock like that, your mouth is so fucking good, baby.”

“Isn’t it sinful?” Eddie smirks as he lines up with Spencer's hole. He pushes in slowly and groans, “fuck, baby…”

“Tight, right?” She teases, running her fingers through Spencer's curls with a content sigh,

Eddie raises a hand and smacks Spencer's ass before really fucking him, “we really do have the best boy in Hawkins, babe.”

With every thrust, Spencer's nose bumped against her clit as he tongue fucked her. The force of the bed moving made her tits jiggle, which Eddie loved to watch from his spot behind Spencer.

“Mm,” Y/N starts to feel her orgasm bubble, knowing if she cums now she be able to cum again by the time the boys are done. Her turnaround wasn’t fast enough to accomplish that. “Fuck me, please baby, I need you deeper?”

Eddie pulls out then too, “you heard her come on.” He instructs Spencer forward more, spreading her legs and settling his cock right where his tongue used to be. “You first,” Eddie insists, watching Spencer slip inside of her as her eyes roll back in her head.

While Eddie was thick and delicious, filling her up perfectly whenever he did so, Spencer was long… huge even. With every thrust the tip of his cock kissed her cervix, deeper than she ever thought possible, she wraps her arms around him and holds him close to her body, allowing him to arch his back and let Eddie back in.

Sandwiched between them, Spencer’s in heaven. Y/N wraps her legs around them, ankles resting on the back of eddies thighs as he stays still, letting Spencers thrusts in and out of her and also control how fast he got fucked. It was always too much for him, so much sensation that Spencer just teetered back and forth until Eddie gripped his hips and used him like a toy.

The faster Eddie fucked Spencer, the more Y/N felt every time Spencer slammed back into her. She couldn’t stay quiet, releasing a slew of moans and gasps and curse words, meanwhile, Spencer just whined as he took it.

“Like that? Huh?” Eddie growled in his ear, “getting even tighter now, you close pretty boy? Is it too much being in that sweet pussy while I fuck you?”

“Y-yeah,” he mumbles.

“Sorry, what was that?” Eddie slows down, teasing them both when he really just means to torment Spencer by making him last longer.

“Yes, sir,” he says a bit louder. “Mmm dunno how much longer, sir, feels so good.”

“Thats what I like to hear,” he fucks back into him with vigour, “but you can’t cum until mommy does, you hear me?”

“Yes sir,” he reaches for a pillow and shoves it under Y/N’s hips, lifting her up enough so that he can rub her clit as Eddie trades his body between them. It’s all too much for Spencer but he tries his hardest to stay there. “Cum for me, mommy, please?” He begs while rubbing her clit in quick little circles with one hand, and he braces himself with the other.

She's trying to hold back, wanting to make him beg harder but it feels too good, the scene unfolding in front of her is too sexy… her back arches as her orgasm hits, and she grips the sheets when she really wants to run her nails down Spencers back.

Eddie knows that, so he pushes Spencer down on top of her, still inside of her, so she can wrap her arms around him and hold him close for his own orgasm. Eddie changes his angle and fucks into Spencer harder, his pubic bone still rubbing against Y/N’s clit and sending shockwaves through her whole body.

Her hands roam Spencer's back, he attacks the right side of her neck with kisses and love bites, moaning against her skin while he got fucks into oblivion. “Please, please, please?” He starts to beg, quivering against her as his knees give out.

“Let go, baby,” Eddie gives him permission.

“Cum for me,” she whispers in his ear, earning the sweetest whine from him.

Spencer's hips start to sputter and nonsense leaves his drooling mouth as he cums, cock throwing deep inside of her as he fills the condom. Eddie isn’t too far behind him either, Spencer got so fucking tight when he came that Eddie just needed a few more pumps until he was cumming too.

Roughly fucking Spencer still as he rides out his orgasm, “fuck,” he slams into him once last time and then drops onto the both of them.

“Are you trying to kill me?” Y/N whispers, squished under her boyfriend without much oxygen left… it was one hell of a way to die.

Eddie pulls out and rolls off, “sorry,” he mumbles as he takes the spot beside her and cuddles into her shoulder. Spencer’s still on top of her, cuddled into the other side, “you did so good, baby.”

“Mm, thanks,” Spencer smiles, eyes closed, he could fall asleep like this.

Y/N kept running her fingers up and down his back gently, doing what Spencer called tickling him. It was gentle, calm, sweet. The complete opposite of what just occurred.

“I love you guys,” Eddie whispers, pressing a kiss to her shoulder and then over to Spencer’s. “So, so much.”

“Love you,” Y/N whispers, she struggles to get her arm out from under Eddie, wrapping it around him and holding him closer. His face was right on her boob, his personal favourite place to be.

“Mhm,” Spencer hums, already mostly asleep, cute as ever.

“Let's give him a few minutes before we get cleaned up,” Y/N whispers to Eddie, “he’s just too sweet like this.”

“Kay,” he agrees, closing his eyes too and joining Spencer in his nap.

With both her boys snuggled up and content, close to her heart and safe in her arms, she couldn’t be any happier. This was her whole world just in one little bed, the way it was supposed to be for the rest of her life.

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changingplumbob · 2 months

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hey, 4-6, 28, 43, 44 questions for Reece 👀

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*does warm up arm stretches*

My boy Reece!

What is your sim’s ethnicity?

Reece is your basic average white person with no culture (I feel like I can say this as I'm also a basic average white person with no culture [also being white is not a culture and if someone says that they're probably a racist to some degree]). In my lore his family is from France way back when (obviously anyone who has strong ties to a European country is not a basic white person) but I haven't had much chance to do much with this fact. It'll probably come into play more when he and his siblings get around to having kids (because let's sing ALL the french nursery rhymes)

Does your sim have any nicknames?

Yes but also no. Samir has called him Blondie since way back when they first met (yes Samir likes blondes). Now he's a YA Samir has also started to call him Gorgeous, this is a good pg choice if they are around others. When they're alone and Samir is feeling romantic he calls Reece a good boy. When they woohoo he also calls him REDACTED and REDACTED because Reece does enjoy his kinks.

Outside of his relationship though he does not have any nicknames. His family have never shortened his name when talking to him, and all his friends call him Reece. Some people's names don't get the nickname treatment, like Devin or Adam.

Do they have a job? If so what is it?

He is applying for University at the moment. He may be a happy forest hippie but he is a genius. He will be doing a biology degree (just like his older sisters Charlie and Keira) and it looks like he'll be able to get into the distinguished degree.

I think his ideal job would be a forest ranger. Using his smarts to make sure the local flora and fauna is maintained you know. But this is not an option in game... If you know of a mod that adds this career though let me know! His second choice is to be a doctor (yeah he's so stupidly brainy the medical field is his second choice)

Does your sim like books? If so what’s their favourite one?

He wasn't always a fan of books, he's been an outdoor lover since childhood, but now that he's a geek he does like to read a bit. For non fiction he'd go with a book talking about plants. Fiction... he is a fan of werewolf romance novels. I do not read them so I can't tell you his favourite but it'll be whatever one has the most steamy parts.

Bonus: There is a 100% chance that Samir will lightly restrain Reece and read him the steamy bits with sporadic kisses until Reece is begging for woohoo. Maybe I should make this a scene in their next chapter? I don't know how the screenshots would go but it would be fun!

What is a wish your sim has?

General gameplay would have me believe he wants a kid. Plot wise he wishes that they can figure out what happened to Samir's parents so that Samir can heal (as much as you can heal with your parents having being butchered). He has already achieved the Inner Peace lifetime aspiration and is working on the Zen Guru one.

What is a flaw your sim has?

He gossips all the time, probably about things he shouldn't (but he's not telling anyone Samir is a werewolf unless Samir says it's okay). He is indecisive, he often thinks of many choices and options but will be slow to take action. This is where Samir's tendency to be rash can balance out their efforts.

That was fun, I love you really Reece!

#dag dag or tag tag #ramble ramble ramble #I do love my sims

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purplekissinger · 1 year

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You’re the entire circus

(guys english is not my native language, so this might look weird and im very sorry for any mistakes that ive made and the style in general. tw: it seems a bit a yandere)

Bunny Corcoran being sliiiiiiightly obsessed with you wold look like:

OH BOI that escalated quickly.

He noticed you first and took action immediately.

Let's be honest, Marion was not the brightest, although their relationship was kinda wholesome (up to a certain point). However, I think that, aside from the mother figure thing, Bunny is also desperately looking for a way to join that subculture that the rest of the club fits in so naturally. He kinda uses you as a key to this world; Imagine you two are in the library, you patiently explain something to him and oddly enough he listens carefully (whoever witnesses this is left in a slight shock).

Hungry for your praise. This vicious circle goes on and on, he plays on pity with endless whining, you give up and say something comforting or affectionate, he swallows it greedily and asks for more, more, more. (Please validate him).

Steals your stuff constantly and it's a PROBLEM. Say goodbye to a bunch of your hair ties, lipstick tubes and earrings. You'd be willing to swear someone looked in the underwear drawer too.

Remember the period when the greek geeks were secretly watching Bunny, and he was not so secretly following them? Yes. He's too bulky and awkward to be an invisible stalker like Richard, but that doesn't stop him. His rabbit ears are always somewhere nearby.

If Bunny thinks that someone is pestering his baby, then he is right there, already wedged into the conversation, voice raised fists throwing. Actually, that's the reason why you don't get to talk to the guys on campus at all, because he always reads the situation as threatening. By the level of jealousy, perhaps, he can be compared with Henry, and that level is very high.

Being rather conservative person, he will most likely try to get you into a relationship as soon as possible. If he succeeds, he will become a little tamer (but also bolder at the same time). If his hand is not on your shoulder, then it is on your waist. Instantly starts going around calling you “Mrs. Corcoran” and introduces you to his insufferable family.

Oh so you decided to reject him? Well, it's time to find out just how annoying he can be (spoiler there’s no limit). Whatever unstable peace you had is over, he just can’t leave you alone. If for some reason you’re not in the greek class, Bunny skips his lectures shamelessly to follow you and give you another headache.

Tl dr Bunny is not that dangerous, but you have no personal space now. His stubbornness and energy are incomparable.

‘So it really seemed like a good idea to you?’ you ask coldly. ‘Steal someone else's breakfast and eat it in front of everyone? You thought I didn't recognize the box?’

At first Bunny pretends to not understand, and does not even stop chewing on a pancake generously covered with maple syrup. He looks at you thoughtfully (brows furrowed, Latin textbook is pressed to your chest like a shield), then lowers his gaze and suddenly smiles charmingly.

‘Ah, so it's yours. I should have guessed. You're from Montreal, you probably don't eat anything there without a couple of buckets of this slurry. Well, there's one more left, care to join me?’

He's lying. Not only he did know that it was your breakfast, he's been deliberately choosing your box for several weeks (he obviously takes some strange pleasure in thinking that you cooked this food with your own hands). You could have easily exposed his shenanigans, if there was even a shred of hope that this circus would stop.

‘Go to hell’, you wave your hand wearily and sit beside him. ‘Bunny, if you're starving, just say so. We’ll start a charity fund. I think it should be enough for you at least for a couple of months’.

He snorts, wiping the crumbs on his sleeve, and deftly puts his hand on the back of the bench behind you. That's it, you're now sitting like a cute couple, only a cocktail with two straws is missing. You pick up a a fork absentmindedly, then take a small bite. Perhaps the syrup was indeed superfluous.

‘How is your Latin? The last translation was a tricky one’, he asked casually, and if you didn’t know him so well you might have thought that he had actually done it.

You wrinkled your nose as you opened your textbook to a bookmarked page, and Bunny reached for it eagerly. Immediately, you lightly slapped him on the palm of his hand: ‘Hey, wash your hands first. The last one you say?’

‘Actually’, he coughed shyly, ‘the third one would also be nice to check’.

You open the first exercise without asking any more questions. You want to get mad at Bunny, and he obviously tries his best to help you with this, but in vain: he’s just too sweet in his spontaneity. Di immortales, if only he wasn't so annoying! Last week you caught him waist-deep in your locker, and five minutes later you forgave him from the bottom of your heart.

Luckily for him, that night Bunny was too busy breaking into your room while being drunk and then had a long argument with your roommate Anika, and then fell asleep peacefully in the hallway.

He never knew what fatum had not befallen him.

#tsh #the secret history #bunny corcoran #headcanon #the secret history x reader #bunny corcoran x reader #yandere behavior #am i sorry or am i excited #donna tartt #dark acamedia

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deanmonlover · 1 year

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Of Flashbacks and Firsts

to explain the background of this fic, it's starting from the present day and jumping back to when they first met when he was pre michael leading up to post michael. also disclaimer, this is my first fic in a really long time so go easy on me please 😭 I think this might become a series, I know it's not perfect but I just wanted to contribute to the corey fic thirstfest currently taking place lmao let me know if you enjoyed this and I will definitely make more of it!

You looked up at the ticking clock on the wall, a steady reminder that you still had an hour left of your shift before you finally were able to clock out and go home to watch that horrible horror movie marathon that you and your boyfriend, Corey had planned earlier on that week. You had finally convinced him to put in all the cheesy classic movies not that it took so much convincing on your part, he always looked forward to spending time with you no matter what you both were watching or doing. The both of you could be watching paint dry and he'd be the happiest man on the planet. The two of you were inseparable since the day you had met him becoming the calm to his storm that he so very much needed everyday. You were the constant he needed in his life, the moon to his stars as cheesy as it was it was the truth. Corey couldn't imagine a world without you, you were his and his only. You only thought the same of him, nothing could ever change that. And yes he may have been acting a little differently ever since the events on the night of the halloween party but after everything that had happened it was more than understandable. He had seen a lot more than you had that night in more ways than one.

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The way you both had first met, it was odd thinking back to it. The Corey Cunnigham had stopped in to buy a drink from the very store you still worked at — it was a chocolate milk to be exact. He was almost like a cryptid, rarely out but when he was everyone stopped and watched him with judgement in their unforgiving eyes. Ruthless remarks were said behind his back and some even to his face. All you could do was smile empethcially at him and shoot daggers at the ones in the store who had something to say.

After you had checked him out, one thing led to another and before you knew it a loud commotion could be heard from outside after he had walked out. "C'mon dude just buy us some. We won't tell, we promise. Be a cool psycho babysitter and get us some beer." One of the teenagers smirked stepping forward to corner Corey, daring him to do something about it.

You had had enough of the people in this town and just wanted some peace and quiet for the boy. Why couldn't they just leave him alone? These thoughts plagued your mind and never left it. Who knew threatening some spoiled ass teenagers lives would be on your to-do list that day. Not you of course but they weren't going to get by with harassing the curly haired boy with the puppy dog eyes who literally had done nothing but come to get a drink.

"Listen up, you guys better buy something or get the hell outta here."

But of course not before one of them had shoved Corey to the ground catching him off guard, the bottle breaking with a loud shatter slicing his hand on the broken bottle of milk he had just bought. You had patched him up to the best of your abilities with bandages inside, not caring who saw you.

"Why help me? I mean they're not going to stop harrasing you now that you've helped me." Corey protested, holding out his rather large calloused palm that rested in your own as you continued to patch him up, making sure to be as gentle as you could wrapping the bandage around the open gash that made you inwardly cringe.

"Mmm, because I don't think someone like you deserves to be pushed around. You haven't done anything to them and besides they're just band geeks on steroids anyways. Not like they can chase me down with their clarinets and beat me up." A soft laugh escaped your lips as you finished up your handiwork before giving his upper arm a gentle squeeze.

Corey's face flushed instantly beneath his rimmed glasses at the feeling of your hand resting on him. He hadn't ever been this close to a girl well...ever. Everyone was terrified of him, "the psycho babysitter" as he was dubbed. But not you for some odd reason. You felt like you could understand him a whole other level just by gazing into those big brown eyes. They held so much within them, so many unsaid things that a book could be written about what they had seen.

"You uh–you know who I am already, don't you." He said matter of factly, peering up at you from the corner of his eye. Your heart sunk a little hearing the way he said it. Yes, you did indeed know who he was and what happened that fateful night. However, unlike the other people in Haddonfield you didn't blame him for the accident because it was just that — an accident. It wasn't as if he had done it on purpose, the boy sitting here in front of you couldn't hurt a fly much less a kid.

Giving him a small nod, you give his upper arm a squeeze. "I do know who you are or at least I know your name. What I don't know is how one girl might go about getting to know a certain chocolate milk addict." A surprised look crossed his face as he slowly looked up at you, a small shy grin accompanying it.

"O-Oh you mean me?" In his mind there was no way you wanted to get to know him better. No one even so much as wanted to be seen within five feet of him but yet here you were sitting practically on his lap wanting to know everything about him. He really felt like he could pass out at this point but he mustered up the ability to pull out his phone out of his jacket pocket, handing it over to you for you to put in your number.

"There now you can call me whenever you need rescuing." You teased lightly, unable to stop smiling at him. That dorky side grin pulling at the corners of his mouth as he tucked his phone back away in his pocket. The pull between you both was something that was unexplainable, a fire that had been ignited and couldn't be put out had begun to develop between you both and there was no stopping it once it was started.

#corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham

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one-strugling-bean · 2 years

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Random Thoughts on HTTYD RoB S1 (Ep14-20)

Ep14- Just made a headcanon: Bucket and that buddy of his that's always with him whose name I've forgotten are a couple

Whispering Deaths look so so different, and they're Boulder class?

"-he can't fly, remember?" "Aaaand, who's fault is that?" I hate myself for laughing at this, but yeah it happened - it's one heck of a low blow tho, bad Snotlout

Is the Whispering Death an ex of Toothless? No? Sorry, I'll stop

It saddens me how little character the twins have in this show..

"M- Ma- Maybe because he can't stand the pressure of everybody always expecting him to have the answers!!!" That is so freaking valid, he's right!! Everyone always relies on him to know everything about dragons - wasn't Hiccup supposed to be the specialist? Ask him

Nice to see the two nerds on their early days of "geeking out"

Snotlout considers Hiccup is arch-nemesis?? What da heck, child, what has your dad been telling you? Or what have you been telling yourself

Ep15- Meatlug and Fishlegs are probably the best functioning duo after Hiccup and Toothless

While I'm glad to see the twins saying more than a couple words this episode, it makes me sad they're treating Barf&Belch so bad... They're such a good dragon

We're finally meeting Dagur!! Yayyy, I've been waiting for him

Also, Snotlout admires Dagur? And Dagur is a bully, huh

Did Dagur have a braid in RttE? I'm almost sure he didn't

Barf&Belch are so freaking cute, really, they are

Gobber is the only one saving this peace treaty thing

Two heads, one for each chief - that actually would make sense :|

Snotlout is such a freaking nuisance, my god why do they all put up with him

He keeps on being an asshole, but the sheer extra-ness of his pose on the rock doesn't let me be too mad at him

Glad to see the twins worried about Barf&Belch but wish they had done it sooner..

Ep16- Cousins episode??? Yaaaaaaas please

Hiccup's little satisfied smile when Snotlout flew away was everything

Hookfang!!! Baby is gone, nouuuu

Also, Snotlout's voice cracking when he called out "Hooky? Fangster?" my heart broke

Snotlout is being difficult on purpose and I salute Hiccup for not having hit him yet

I swear, every single episode focusing on the cousins has at least one moment of emotional turmoil between the two

And during Snotlout's bohoo speech, I'm almost 100% sure that if Hiccup hadn't stopped him after Snotlout mentioned his pegleg, Snotlout would continue on, and reveal those are all things Spitelout now mentions to Snotlout, like "Ya see, Hiccup, Stoick's boy, defeated the Red Death! He even lost a leg - what prouder scar on a Viking than a missing limb! - meanwhile you just trail after him, can't even control your own dragon!!" or something like that, like what he does in "Not Lout"

Try to convince me I'm wrong, I dare you

Toothless and Snotlout having a bonding moment defeating enemies together is not something I thought I'd ever see, but I happily welcome it

Also, Snotlout being competent, yes, me like

"Look, Snotlout, I'm-" "Hungry, right?" "...heh, heh.. Yeah, exactly." "Me too." This little exchange was everything, what the heck, why have I never heard of this episode before??

Hiccup's little laugh was so soft, so precious, my god I love these two

This has been my fave episode so far, it was really sweet

Ep17- Snotlout and Hookfang in: sharing is caring💖 (about the salmon)

Of course everyone joined the party

"Hey, look!" "I can't see anything through the tears!" Tuff still has some of his good lines

Hiccup's mom?? We're mentioning Valka here? Wow, thought that was a taboo topic, like the Night Furies

I mean, not Valka, I don't think she existed until HTTYD2, but still, just Hiccup's mom is already a lot

Fishlegs is the only teen with common sense in this group

Ruff joining Astrid on hitting Tuff made me snort

"Put yourself in his shoes-" "Shoe." I shouldn't have laughed but that was just funny

"What if it were your mother?"....."I hate you." 2nd time I hear Snotlout delivering such a deadpan I hate you, and it's still funny (1st time was right in the beggining of rtte, btw)

The Smoke Breaths are kinda cute, ngl

"I knew he hated me!" Nah, Hookfang is just as emotionally constipated as you are, but he likes you a lot

Ya know, in retrospective, Snotlout and the twins were in the right abandoning Johann

She made him a dragon toy?? Is this foreshadowing that Hiccup's mom liked dragons??

Ep18- Fishlegs missing training not necessarily because he's afraid of Snotlout, but because he genuinely doesn't like violence nor Snotlout - flex

He's singing to Meatlug, again, my lord, these two are so sweet

But Fishlegs is a bit codependent, is no one gonna talk about that?

He's selling the fucking eggs......... Snotlout, why

Also, he bought a kid. And he's mentioned owning people before. What the fuck is up with Snotlout and human trafficking, seriously. I'm just wondering what this reflects on Spitelout... What has he been teaching his son??

Is this the episode? Is Fishlegs finally gonna punch Snotlout's face in the face?? Please???

Wow. He didn't even hit him. He didn't have to. Fishlegs is not afraid of Snotlout, not really. He just doesn't like him, nor violence, so he let's Snotlout do his pathetic little number, not really caring about it, because it's really not important to him. He's proud of himself, of his knowledge and intelligence and he's unafraid to show his sensitivity or be kind. Because he's confident and unafraid of being himself, despite what his bullies may say. Fishlegs is so freaking strong and I'm not talking about physical strength here (tho he is that too)

Fishlegs has a level of self-love and loyalty to himself that I can only dream of having

He's just.. so awesome

You know, normally, this type of episode would play out with the character that found the egg getting way over their head with the power that came with it, and abusing it in the worst ways possible, only realising the harm they've done right before its too late and fixing everything on the last minute, with the help of the people he hurt before, during their megalomaniac craze. That's exactly what I was expecting out of this episode.

But then, Fishlegs made the right decision right from the start, putting the egg back in its place, throwing my plot guess out the window. His kindness and sensitivity threw me in a loop, and my love for his character has just renewed here

And geez, he still felt responsible for the mess Snotlout caused!! And he even saved the day!! My boy Fishlegs is just amazing

I'm repeating myself aren't I?

Ep19 - Oh, we're allowed to talk about Night Furies after all? Something tells me we'll get nowhere with this, but sure

"Uh, dad, Gobber, other scary-looking vikings, I'd just like to say, in my own defense, that I cannot control Snotlout or the twins 24 hours a day!" pfff, poor Hiccup

An island of Night Furies...? That was Mildew, wasn't it?

"You're giving me, the twins?!" the sheer betrayal Snorlout had oozing from that sentence

To be fair, the twins did zero

The Changewing actually cozied up to Snotlout, aww

Astrid is too competent for this village, in this essay I will-

The island was a scheme, who woulda thought?? - ^ -

Mildew absolutely sucks and he's a disgusting human being and that's all I'm gonna comment on it

Ep20- Hiccup kidnapping no. 36

Also, Hiccup being a sassy little shit to his enemies part 124

Mildew is gonna betray Hiccup isn't he..?

Toothless doesn't even hurt his guards! He just strolls past them like a boss, casually slapping them with their tail as he goes - the sassyness is not just a Hiccup thing

Okay, maybe Mildew won't betray Hiccup, but I still don't like him!

"Weird" ....... "Getting weirder~!" Tuff's reactions are perfectly appropriate, and exactly like mine

Ahhhhh, of course it was just a trap!! Seriously, fuck that man

Cute ending tho, the rider's part

Alright, 1st season of RoB is done! Wohooo

I have some thoughts, like surprise that Dagur isn't the main villain yet, and a little disappointment that the riders aren't as entertaining as in RttE

But still, the show is fun and I still love this crew of idiots - happy to see what will come next

Bring it on Mildew!! >:pppp

(Have a diva! Snolout from ep15 for happy travels)

Byebyeee ^^

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Strange Love Chapter Eleven

AN: Two chapters in one week? WHO IS SHE? She's highly motivated :D So i created a D&D character for this chapter and her name is pronounced like Agnes and Anita blended. Her tribe is the same tribe that Galadriel of LotR belongs to cause I'm a nerd. This chapter was so much fun to write because I love playing Dungeons and Dragons and getting to basically DM a chapter of my own was super thrilling and super stressful. I apologize in advance if it's bad or not well done but I hope you all like it. This chapter is dedicated to @mvnsoneddie86 for asking so kindly to see a D&D chapter so I hope I delivered. Please let me know if you like the series and if you'd like to be added to (or removed from) the taglist ;)

Your DND Cheat Sheet:

*DM stands for Dungeon Master

*Initiative basically means the order of who fights in what order and when it's on your character sheet, it gives you an advantage to add to your roll.

Word Count: 5443

October 20, 1985

It was a perfect autumn day : rainy enough that it created a perfect background noise, cool enough you needed a few extra layers. Classes were easy and lazy since it felt like everyone was falling into their seasonal slump, especially with the away football game being postponed due to inclimate weather. You, however, were on cloud nine while eating your lunch at your usual table but this time you were by yourself since Ali and Robin were working on their debate notes over women’s rights in the workplace. You were reading a Jackie Collins novel while listening to Prince’s Purple Rain album, minding your own business when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to the direction of the source and saw two welcome faces: Mike Wheeler and Dustin Henderson in a pair of matching Hellfire Club shirts. Dustin lived a few houses down from you ever since you moved to Hawkins so you would babysit the boys often over the years and had helped them with missions that may or may not have involved interdimensional monsters so needless to say, you would do anything for the little shits. Judging by the looks on their faces, they needed something. You paused Prince and removed your headphones.

“Hi boys, how are things?” you ask.

“Things are great,” Mike said quickly.

“Mike, stop lying. Shit’s horrible Y/N; we need your help. Lucas can’t come to Hellfire tonight because of some family obligation thing so we’re totally screwed and we’ve been asking everyone–”

“Not everyone Dustin,” Mike interrupted.

“Yeah we have! The geeks, the jocks, the drama kids, the band nerds, hell you even asked Nancy,” Dustin nearly yelled.

“Dustin, volume!” you say loudly in your Mom voice. He ducked his head at the sound of your tone.

“Sorry, it’s just we’re desperate and you played with us a few summers ago so I thought maybe you could help us out this once,” Dustin said. You pondered their ask heavily. You had played a couple of campaigns with them when Mike and Will would DM and you did pretty well. The kids would be more than happy to explain anything you didn’t understand and would be your biggest cheerleader when you did well with your rolling. But the thing is Eddie. You hadn’t told him you played yet and were keeping it closer to the chest for some reason but what better opportunity?

“Alright I’ll do it but I’ll have to run home to find my character sheets first thing after school,” you warn, “You also cannot tell Eddie that it’s me.”

“Yes! Agneta of Lothlorien is back!” Mike yelled.

“Thank God! You’re really saving our asses from getting chewed out by Eddie again,” Dustin said.

“Anytime boys. Just tell him you guys have the substitute handled and leave it at that. Now can I return to my lunch since I won’t get a real break today?” you ask sweetly.

“Yeah of course. See you later this afternoon Y/N!” Dustin yelled as they walked away triumphantly to the Hellfire table across the cafeteria. You returned your headphones over your head and pressed play on the cassette player, enjoying the rest of your pizza in peace. The bell rang once you got to the beginning of Darling Nikki so you paused it again, gathered your stuff and headed to your locker. You got to your locker and spun in your combination, a note immediately falling out of it when you opened it. You looked around to find the culprit but were unsuccessful so you opened it.

Wanna ditch 6th period and get stoned? Meet me in the woods after ^Eddie^

You laughed at his little demon drawing and made a change of plans as you grabbed your camera and put away all your books. You closed your locker and went to fifth period with your mind going all around Eddie. When the bell rang to release you to sixth period, you made a beeline to get out of there. You were giddy and excited to see your best friend/crush for the first time that day. You made a quick stop at your locker to grab your Walkman and put away your bag before closing it and making your way towards the football field, Darling Nikki playing through the headphones. The rain had stopped but the skies were still perfectly dreary. It took the entire song to get to your secret spot: an abandoned picnic bench in the middle of the woods behind Hawkins High. You got closer and could tell Eddie was there already by the smell of the burning marijuana coming from the area you were walking towards. You laughed to yourself at the thought of him sitting there getting impatient waiting on you. You caught sight of Eddie dancing around the bench with the joint in his mouth and he looked so hot in his Hellfire shirt like a leader of his pack, maybe a Danny Zuko in another universe or time period. You made your way to the opening and a twig snap alerted Eddie to your arrival. He looked up surprised but his body language softened at the sight of you.

“Hey Y/N. How was class?” Eddie asked as you walked up and put your camera and Walkman on the table of the bench.

“Class was alright. I was able to cruise through thanks to the weather so thankfully it’s been an easy day. How’s your day going?” you ask.

“It’s going alright. I decided to skip shop class earlier to work on the campaign a little more,” Eddie admitted.

“Oh yeah it’s Hellfire Night. So what’s on the agenda for tonight?” you ask innocently.

“The boys are gonna be fighting a pack of kobolds tonight if they can pull through with this goddamn substitute,” Eddie said frustratedly as he took another hit off his joint. It took everything in you not to laugh or blurt something out about tonight.

“”Oh, have some faith in them; they always pull through,” you offer.

“You’re probably right. I just hate playing a player short,” Eddie admitted as he passed you the joint.

“Would it help if I promised that things will work out in the end?” you ask as you take a hit off the joint.

“A little yeah because I know you won’t lie to me,” Eddie said.

“That’s absolutely right,” you say as you exhale your hit and take another before passing it.

“So they’re currently at this village called Makbar and they have to find a pack of kobolds who moved into a local cave and need to be evacuated,” Eddie explained as he took a hit.

“So they need to fight the pack in order to move on to the next quest,” you state, following what he’s saying.

“Exactly.” he says. Easy Peasy, you thought to yourself.

“Sounds fun. Maybe I’ll guest someday once I learn more about it,” you say.

“You can ask me anything and I’ll help you out along the way. There are no stupid questions in this game,” he says as he passes you the joint.

“I’ll keep that in mind. So your job is just to keep game play going on and play for the bad guys?” you ask as you hit the joint.

“Yeah pretty much. This one time, I wrote a plotline that was more complex than I originally intended and I ended up having to play out 3 bad guys and like a few dozen goons on top of wrangling the group. It was hectic and exhausting.” Eddie said with a laugh. You were hung on every word he said and the more he talked about his hobby, the more mesmerized you were by the boy.

“So what are your plans for tonight since I know tonight is your self care night or whatever,” Eddie said as he watched you inhale.

“Probably just do my nails and hang out with Norm. Maybe I’ll finish the book I was reading at lunch,: you say thoughtfully.

“Sounds like a very You night. Could I stop by after Hellfire to smoke you up?” Eddie asks.

“Sure I’d love that Eddie,” you say as you finish the joint.

“I’ll be there by around 9:30.” Eddie said.

“So what time does Hellfire Club usually start? I never see you immediately after O’Donnell’s on Fridays so is it like immediately after school or do you just go set up first?” you ask curiously.

“We usually start around 3:30 or 4,” Eddie says “I usually take awhile to set up so it depends on the day.”

You smile at him. “So are you feeling better about tonight?” you ask.

“A little, yeah thank you. It felt like I was being anxious about nothing and when I get anxious, I get a little fidgety and angry,” he states.

“And that’s okay. Everyone’s response to stress is always different. Mine is to shut down and hide so I can cry and disassociate,” you say as he laughs.

“Thanks for the warning,” he says.

“You’re welcome. Alright Eddie, if I’m gonna be ditching class, I think I’m gonna beat the traffic and head home. I gotta run Norm and I was gonna try to clean the house for when Mom gets home,” you say as you get up and walk over to him.

“Okay Y/N sounds like a plan. I’ll be over after D&D,” he says, offering his open arms for a hug which you gladly accept. You wrap your arms around his back and he immediately pulls you as close as possible. You take a deep breath, relaxing in the embrace. He always feels so safe.

“Tonight is gonna be okay, Eds. Don’t stress yourself out over it. It’ll all work out,” you say as you pull away enough to look in his eyes.

“You’re sure?” Eddie asks, his eyes revealing a small amount of anxiety.

“Positive. Pinky promise?” you say offering your ringed left pinky as he takes it in his right pinky.

“Alright now get outta here. Norm is waiting on you,” Eddie said, letting go of you. You smiled at him and let go of him to go grab your camera.

“Hey do The Thing!” you say as you hold your camera up to take his photo. He flicks his tongue out of his mouth and makes Devil’s horn with his hands. You snap the photo with a wide smile and lower the camera, getting your Walkman ready.

“I’lll see you tonight Y/N” Eddie yelled before you put on your headphones, the sounds of When Doves Cry starting as you walked away.

“Sooner than you think,” you muttered to yourself as you continued down the path towards the exit. You get out of the forest and immediately start towards your car at a quick pace. You had a lot to do in a short amount of time. It took mere minutes to get to the library entrance where you parked at and unlocked your car, getting in. You take off your headphones and pause the album. You start the car and are flooded with the sounds of a-Ha’s Take on Me. You smiled and reversed out of the parking spot and took off towards home. As you drove, you drummed along to the song having absolutely no worries.

“Take on meeeee, take meeeee onnnn. I’lllll beeee gooonee in a day or twooooooo” you sang as you made it towards your house. You were a little nervous to play again after so long but you were more focused on the look on Eddie’s face when he sees you’re the sub. Would he be mad? Would he play it cool? Would he be happy? Would he be excited? Your mind raced with possible scenarios as you finished the drive home. Once there, you parked and sprinted to the door, unlocking it. The happy boy Norm was excited to see you as he raced up the stairs with you, hopping on your bed.

“Sorry boy, no walk today. I’ve gotta do stuff,” you say as you go to the bookshelf, looking for your purple folder. You grab it and double check the contents, satisfied to have your character sheets in it. You put it on the desk and change into a pair of acid wash jeans with rips in the knees, a Van Halen shirt and your favorite Vans. You grab a hair tie, your folder and a pencil before heading back down the stairs. You double check Norm’s food, which is still half full, so you decide to leave it and replenish it when you get home. You go to the door and grab your keys again, leaving as quickly as you arrived.

When you arrived back at the school, everyone was leaving or already gone so you parked in your usual library spot and shut off the car. It was still a gloomy day outside so you guessed that everyone was heading out to whatever party was tonight. You got out of your car and saw Mike and Dustin waiting out front for you. You smiled at them as you walked up.

“Hey guys. Are you ready for this?” you ask.

“Hell yeah! Thanks for doing this Y/N. You’re really saving us from Eddie’s wrath,” Dustin says.

“Oh it can’t be that bad Dustybuns.” you say.

“No he’s right Eddie would have been pissed at us if you hadn't said yes,” Mike agreed.

“Well it’s not like I was doing anything tonight so I’m more than happy to help. Shall we?” you ask as they nod and lead the way towards the drama storage room. You were still nervous but it was more of an anxious nervous. When you walked down the hall, you had a sudden wave of confident wash over you and you started to strut a bit. Why were you scared about your best friend finding out something about you? If anything, it would make you closer. You could hear Eddie laughing with some of the group already. You opened the doors for them to go first.

“Wheeler! Henderson! I see you’re brave enough to show your faces. You better have delivered on a sub,” Eddie said in a dramatized deep voice.

“Oh we have a sub alright,” Dustin said as you walked in behind them. The doors closed behind you as the group looked at you, shocked.

“Guys this is our old friend–”

“Y/N!” The guys said in unison at the same time.

“Hey guys. Nice to see you all again,” you say with a smile.

“This is the sub?” Eddie said, still shocked to see you.

“Yep. She played a few campaigns with us over the years. We vouch for her.” Mike said. You smiled at the boys as it warmed your heart to hear them fighting for you. You look from them to Eddie and he looked so different from the Eddie you had seen mere hours ago. This Eddie was looking at you like you were another person. The look he was giving you was a mix of arousal, impression and contemplation. Being under his gaze causes you to bite your lip.

“So what’s your class traitor? Level one human with a bard background?” Eddie joked as his friend laughed, appeasing their Dungeon Master.

“Actually, Edward, my name is Agneta of Lothlorien. I’m a level 15 Half-Elf Cleric. I’m a healer but don’t you dare underestimate me again or I’ll fuck you up with my poisoned daggers,” you say in a stern voice causing them to stop laughing and look at you in shock as Eddie left his throne and walked towards you. You stayed in your spot, holding your ground as he got to you with a sexy smirk.

“So is that why you were so interested in the campaign earlier,” Eddie whispered, just loud enough for you two to hear.

“No, Eddie. I care about you and your interests, you ass. Plus maybe I wanted to see one of your cute little campaigns Eds,” you say with a wink and a bite of your lip. You could see Eddie’s demeanor change: he’s challenged and he’s turned out, quite the deadly combination for a Dungeon Master. He offers his hand with that same damn smirk.

“Welcome to Hellfire Club” he said with a wicked smile and you took his hand, shaking it before dropping it and going to the empty seat between Mike and Dustin. Eddie took his seat in his throne and got right into it. He summed up the adventure the boys had last time and you had met them in a tavern, offering them services to help the town of Makbar. They accept your help and you six head into a forest where all of a sudden, the pack of kobolds spots you closing in on their cave.

“So we have to kill them in order to complete our quest” Dustin says to you while Gareth is taking his turn.

“Sounds good. Any idea of a plan?” you ask

“Not a single clue,” Dustin says.

“ROLL INITIATIVE!” Eddie yelled as you all groaned in unison, some swearing as they grab their D20s and roll.

“14” Gareth says.

“19” Grant said.

“12” Jeff seid.

“16” Mike sighed.

“11” Dustin yelled “Son of a bitch”

“8” you say with a laugh. Of course THIS is where the dice would betray me, you think to yourself.

“That’s good though because we can all fight then on your turn, give us all the heals,” Mike said to you as Eddie rolled for the monsters. You took a look at Eddie and enjoyed seeing him focused on one of his favorite things. He almost had a dark glow to him.

“Alright, Grant you first. What are you gonna do?” Eddie asks.

“I’m gonna use my 30ft of movement and run as fast as I can towards the kobolds with my sword drawn,” Grant says. By the time it was your turn, everyone had taken 10 of Armor damage and a few extra hits.

“So Agneta, it’s your turn. What would you like to do m’lady?” Eddie asked, relaxing in his throne as he watched you go through your spells.

“I’m gonna cast Heal at level four and give everyone some energy” you say.

“You’re not gonna attack?” Eddie asks.

“Oh I can Dungeon Master? I thought it was one thing per action,” you say.

“I’ll let you get a swing in,” Eddie offered.

“Alright, how close is the nearest one to me?” You ask, standing as you analyze the board.

“Bout 25 feet,” Eddie says.

“I’ll loose 3 arrows at it,” you say as you start to roll out your attacks “That’s a Nat 20, a–”

“Don’t forget your modifier!” Dustin whispered.

“That’s a 22, an 18 and an 8” you say confidently.

“The 22 and the 18 hit so roll your damage.” Eddie says, writing down numbers behind his screen.

“That’ll be 10 damage” you say.

“Nicely done Agneta!” Dustin says.

The game went on like this for hours, you healing them as the battle wore on and getting a few hits in. It got down to the last kobold and you had taken out one of its wings thanks to a well shot arrow so it couldn’t fly away. Everyone was getting their hits in and you were doing your best to heal.

“Y/N take a Wisdom saving throw” Eddie says.

“Why?” you ask confused.

“Because the monster's attention turned towards you,” you roll an 18 and add your wisdom modifier.

“21,” you announce.

“You’re safe for now. But what are you gonna do since it is your turn?” Eddie asks.

“I’m gonna run a blade through the fucker’s head,” you say as they all cackle; Eddie’s more sadistic. You roll the dice and watch as it rolls across the board, gaining momentum. You all watch as it finally lands, a 20 facing up.

“CRIT HIT!” you yell.

“Holy shit she did it!” Gareth yelled.

“We did it!” Mike yelled, hugging Dustin.

“QUIET! M’lady how would you like to kill it?” Eddie asks as the cheering ends and all eyes are on you.

“If I may, I’d like to borrow Gareth the Great’s longsword and kill it that way?” you ask, looking between Eddie and Gareth.

“Oh go for it,” Gareth said.

“Alright so Agneta of Lothlorien walks up to Gareth the Great, grabbing his offered longsword and runs up to the remaining creature , like a Valkyrie leaping into battle with a mighty roar, she drives the sword into the kobolds head, this clearing out the cave to completion. Because of your party’s bravery, she offers you solace for the night at the King’s Castle for he will have a mission for you on the next session,” Eddie concludes with a clap as everyone congratulates each other and chats excitedly.

“Thanks Y/N! You were really awesome tonight!” Mike said as he patted your shoulder, too cool to hug you in front of his new older friends.

“You’re welcome. I honestly forgot how fun it was so thanks for asking me. Do either of you need a ride home since I’m feeling generous?” you ask as you pack up your papers.

“Only if we get those diner fries we used to get when you’d babysit,” Dustin counters.

“Okay fine. I could go for some fries after a long night’s battle,” you say as they cheer.

“Hey Y/N. Come here for a second?” Eddie asks as his friends clear out.

“Go ahead and start the car. Just start it; I swear to God if you so much as move it an inch, I’m borrowing Gareth’s sword and slaying you next,” you threaten as you give Dustin the keys and they nod, running out of the room quickly.

“You did great tonight Y/N. I had no idea you played,” Eddie said as you walked towards him.

“It was only a few campaigns but I guess I did play enough to get to level 15 so…” you say with a laugh.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Eddie asked.

“I wanted to surprise you and I was gonna tell you eventually but then the boys asked me at lunch to sub and I knew if they didn’t get one, you’d be stuck one man down so I offered my services. Besides, it was the best Friday night I’ve had in a while,” you say.

“Yeah? Are you thinking about joining my club?” Eddie asked excitedly.

“Only if you make me one of those cool Hellfire shirts,” you counter.

“Deal. Now get out of here; you’ve got children waiting for you.” Eddie says

“No, let me help you clean up as a thank you for letting me play tonight,” you say as you start to put the miniatures in a box.

“Five minutes then you gotta take the kids home,” Eddie says sternly. You nod in agreement as you work in a comfortable conversation, gushing about the campaign.

“For the record, I wasn’t going easy on you. I treat all players the same,” Eddie says.

“Thank you Eddie, I really do appreciate that,” you say genuinely.

“Here, this is good enough for a clean up job. Let’s get out of here,” Eddie said, grabbing his DM stuff and putting it in a black backpack with one strap broken.

“If you say so. Are you still coming over after I drop the kids off?” you ask.

“Of course,” Eddie said as he picked up his backpack.

“Give me like 30 minutes to get home since I promised them food and Mike lives further from me than Dustin does.” you note.

“Alright Princess, sounds good: Eddie says before laughing.

“What’s so funny?” you ask

“My princess slayed a dragon tonight. You see the irony right?” Eddie asked as you walked down the halls and you couldn’t fight the smile on your face when he said My Princess. Like you were his for a moment. You wanted to live in that moment forever.

“Hmm…I guess I did, didn't I? You say coyly as you walk outside. You didn’t see any cars out there except your car and Eddie’s van a ways away. But you could hear the boys jamming out in your car to Starship and you laughed.

“They’re good kids,” Eddie says watching them jam out in your car as you got closer.

“Yeah they really are,” you say, “They’re little shits but they try to do the right things and that’s what really matters.”

“That checks out,” Eddie says as you get to the tail end of your car.

“So I'll see you soon. Please drive safely.” Eddie says as he grabs your hand.

“Always especially with Wheeler’s back seat driving,” you say, squeezing his hand.

“I’ll be at your house as soon as I run this stuff to my trailer,” Eddie says as he hugs you goodbye. It felt just like it did earlier that day and you welcomed the sensation again. You hugged for a bit before pulling away and going to the car door, opening it and receiving wolf whistles in exchange from the children.

“Shut it!” you yell in the car as you wave bye to Eddie, who laughed and returned your wave as he headed to his van. You closed the door and looked over, seeing the boys already staring at you.

“What?” you ask.

“What’s up with you and Eddie?” Mike asks, looking at you weird.

“What do you mean? We’re–”

“Nope. Don’t say friends because I’ve seen Eddie with friends and that’s not it,” Dustin says.

“He’s my best friend guys. So what if we hug and hold hands? He helped me through a really rough patch this month and he wanted to hang out tonight anyways,” you say.

“How often do you hang out?” Dustin asks.

“Like every other day when he’s not at Hellfire or Corroded Coffin practice.” you say.

“Face it Y/N: he’s into you,” Mike said from the back seat as you reversed and pulled forward, starting towards the Daylight Diner.

“He’s not,” you say.

“Do you not like him cause it’s obvious you do. He’s over every other day by the way,” Dustin announces to Mike in the back. You look over at him sternly. “I have eyes Y/N and I know what his van looks like. Guys don’t just spend all their time with a girl unless they are into them,” Dustin says.

“Then what do I do, oh wise ones?” you sass as the song changes to one you don’t know.

“Ask him out. Tell him how you feel,” Dustin says.

“Anything so we all don’t have to suffer through whatever is going on here,,” Mike said.

“Okay do we not remember how you ditched everyone for El last summer or–” you say as Dustin laughs loudly.

“BUSTED!” He says.

“That’s–”

“Different? No it’s not. It took you two years to admit you liked her so you don’t get to talk anymore bud,” you say with a laugh. You put in your tape to kill the awkward silence, the sound of the Ramones filling the car. You sang along to Blitzkrieg Bop with the boys and it changed to a more poppy punk song.

“Hey little girl I wanna be your boyfriend, sweet little girl I wanna be your boyfriend. Do you love me babe? What do you say? Do you love me babe? What can I say?” you sang as you pulled up to the diner. You parked and all got out. You opened the diner door for them and headed straight for the diner.

“Hi sweeties. What can I get for you?” the waitress asked.

“Can I get 4 orders of fries and 3 cokes?” you say, fishing out some money and handing it to her. “No change, the rest is yours.”

“Thank you honey. I should have that in a few minutes,” the waitress said as she walked away.

“So what do we do if we find out Eddie does like you?” Dustin asks.

“Then you keep it to yourself. We’re big kids who can figure it out on our own.” you say,

“Yeah that’s not gonna happen,” Mike said.

“Which part?” you ask.

“The ‘You’ll Figure it out on your own’ part. You saw what happened with Steve and Ali” Mike said.

“Okay that’s true but how would I go about doing that? Girls don’t ask out guys.” you say.

“Write him a letter telling him how you feel.” Dustin recommends. You look at him for a moment before the waitress returns with your food. You grabbed it and got up.

“I’ll figure it out guys I promise. Now let’s get you home so I can finally relax.” you say.

“And see Eddieeeeee,” the boys tease as they run to try and get shotgun.

By the time you got home, Eddie hadn’t arrived yet so you changed into a pair of pajama pants and put your hair up out of your face. Soon enough, you heard a van pull up outside playing loud rock music, signaling Eddie’s arrival. You had left the door unlocked so moments later, you heard it open and close, Norm barking once or twice in excitement.

“Hey buddy. Where’s your mama?” Eddie asked as he pet the dog.

“I’m upstairs, come on up.” you yell from your room opening the window to help air out the room from the incense and the smoking you were about to do. You heard Eddie bounding up the stairs.

“Hey you! Get the kids home safe?” he asked as he entered the room, sitting on the bed.

“Yep. We stopped at the diner so one of those fries is yours actually,” you offer as you light the candles.

“I will inhale those after I roll these joints,” Eddie says as he grabs the book from your nightstand and his black lunch pail.

“So what’s the plan for Halloween next week?” you ask as you walk over to the bed.

“I was gonna stop by the parties and try to make a little extra cash then see what you were doing.”” Eddie says, grabbing his weed and papers.

“I was gonna dress up and maybe see what Ali and Robin were gonna do. Probably best if I avoid parties for now.” you admit.

“A wise decision. Wanna have a movie night?” Eddie offers.

“Only if we get to watch Rocky Horror Picture Show. I’ll let you rent whatever bullshit horror movie you want but you’re watching it with me,” you say.

“Okay deal.” Eddie says as he’s rolling the first joint. You wait for him to finish both joints as he hands you one of them and puts the other one in his mouth. You offer him a lighter after lighting yours, inhaling a decent sized hit. He lights his and inhales, holding it for a moment as you both exhale.

“What are you gonna dress up as?” Eddie asks.

“I’m gonna be Columbia from Rocky Horror. The redhead in the shorts from the movie.” you say with a smile. “What are you gonna be?”

“It’s a surprise, '' Eddie said with a wicked smile.

“Okay I won’t ask any more questions,” you laugh.

“Good because I won’t answer them,” Eddie said, taking a hit.

“Did you hear about Metallica coming to Indianapolis in January,” you ask excitedly.

“What? NO! Are you trying to go?” Eddie asked excitedly.

“Oh absolutely. I’ve already started to save for a pair of tickets for us,” you say.

“I can pay my way Y/N. Don’t worry about me,” he says, patting your thigh but leaving his hand there.

“Okay well we better buy them before Thanksgiving,” you note as you take a hit.

“We will don’t worry!” Eddie says. You enjoy the moment of silence while you two smoke your joints just relishing in each other’s company. It was one of the rare relaxing moments in both of your lives and you both looked forward to it. You finished your joints and put them in the ashtray by your bed.

“I should get outta here. I gotta be up early so I can cook Wayne breakfast tomorrow morning since he’s been working a lot lately,” Eddie said, getting up off the bed.

“Let me walk you out so I can lock the front door behind you,” you said, getting up as well, “That’s really sweet that you’re cooking for your uncle. I should probably do the same thing tomorrow since he’s coming over tomorrow.”

“Yeah? What are you guys getting up to tomorrow?” Eddie asks as he walks down the stairs.

“College applications. He’s coming over to help my mom and I weigh options.” you say.

“You sound thrilled,” Eddie says sarcastically.

“Don’t I?” you say equally as sarcastic as you open the door.

“See you on Monday then?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah I’ll see you on Monday Eddie,” you say, hugging him.

“Sleep tight princess,” he says in your ear before pulling away with a smile and closing the door. You lock the door and go back upstairs to lay down, the events of the day running through your head as you fall asleep.

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Post-Election Funnybook Roundup: Who Killed Cock(y) Robin? I Killed Cock(y) Robin.

by Glen Weldon - November 5, 2008

Now that the last balloons have dropped, we as a nation can take comfort in the knowledge that, one again, millions of us exercised our right to vote and so set in motion the peaceful transfer of power that is the hallmark of this, our American democracy.

And let me note one other thing: That this latest round of quadrennial participation in the Grand Experiment resulted in not even a single masked, pixie-booted young crimefighter getting beaten to a bloody pulp with a crowbar.

And then blown up.

By an evil clown.

Just moments after he'd been reunited with his long-lost mother.

All worth noting, because that's pretty much exactly what happened the first time I ever voted, just over 20 years ago. My vote -- and those of my like-minded fellows -- killed Robin, the Boy Wonder.

And we'd do it again.

After the jump: The day a surprisingly tiny number of geeks (and a 900 number) accomplished what even Gotham's greatest villains never dared to dream.

Granted, it was a telephone vote. And to clarify, we didn't off the original Robin, aka Dick Grayson -- the laughing, punning, "Holy-Priceless-Collection-of-Etruscan-Snoods-Batman!" Boy Wonder.

No, this was his replacement, Jason Todd. (The original Robin had flown the nest years prior, adopting the hero codename Nightwing.)

And in our defense, Jason was kind of a punk. Cocky, insolent, hot-headed, impulsive, resentful.

So when DC Comics gave us the chance to off the li'l jerk, we leapt at it.

The time: September 1988. The issue: Batman 427, in which young Jason Todd travels to Ethiopia (never mind) and finds his mother, an aid worker. Jason reveals his identity to Mom, whereupon she turns him over to the Joker, who, as it happens, is hanging around Addis Abbaba in khaki shorts and a pith helmet. (Seriously: never mind).

Turns out the Joker's in cahoots with mom, who's embezzling medical supplies (NEVER MIND!). The Joker beats young Jason with a crowbar -- off-panel, sorta -- and blows up a warehouse, with Jason and Mom still inside.

End of issue; to be continued.

And that's when we saw the announcement: "Robin will die because the Joker wants revenge. But you can prevent it with a telephone call."

Editors had prepared two different versions of the next issue, Batman 428. In one, Robin survived the blast. In the other, not so much.

For a 36 hour period -- from 9:00 am on September 15, 1988 to 8:00 pm on Sept. 16,1988, in point of fact -- fans could call to register their vote, at the low low price of 50 cents per call.

I was one such fan. One out of a number that still strikes me as bafflingly small -- just over 10,000 votes in all.

Note: Among comics readers, avowing that you participated in the Jason Todd Death Vote is akin to being of a certain age and swearing you were at Woodstock. Nevertheless, I do so hereby avow. I'm prepared to swear to it on a stack of 'Mazing Mans.

The verdict:

Jason lives! -- 5,271 votes.

Jason Todd becomes Jason, Tod -- 5,343 votes. Abyssinia, Boy Blunder.

Yep, it was 72 freakin' votes that did Robin 2.0 in.

And so it was that in Batman 428, the Darknight Detective found Jason Todd's lifeless form (the presence of a body being universal comic book shorthand for Not Only Merely Dead, But Really Most Sincerely Dead.)

The book, and the Batman, soldiered on. In the next issue, the Joker became ... Iran's ambassador to the UN.

No kidding. Took to wearing a gutrah and everything and LOOK, I'M REALLY SERIOUS ABOUT THE WHOLE 'NEVER MIND' THING.

Batman eventually found yet another Robin -- the much cooler, much less make-ya-wanna-throttle-him Tim Drake. (Recently, Bruce Wayne actually adopted Tim Drake -- none of that "youthful ward" jazz anymore.)

And Jason Todd, in a bold and refreshing break from longstanding comic book tradition, managed to actually stay dead for almost two decades straight.

Then, um, he got better.

Never. Mind.

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immaculate misconception

Prequel and sequel to lethal blow

Shout out to @marvel-and-dc-geek !!! Thank you for letting me mention your oc and giving me feedback <3

“The Human is the most insane species.”

—Hubert Reeves.

Long ago, when Kojiro Sasaki was still a young boy with the conviction to learn, his steps guided him to a forest, where he observed animals.

That night, Kojiro had been caught in the pouring rain. Surrounded by darkness and the howling wind, the boy had stumbled upon a temple, where he took refuge.

Seeing the darkness, the cold and the apparent relentless rain, his mind had drifted to despair and, by the time he managed to light a campfire, rain had stopped and the cold night had wrapped its arms around him. But his fear, desperation and pain remained.

Only when the fire revealed his surroundings, Kojiro had been able to appreciate the shrine and the sculpture of the goddess in the middle, the offerings by her feet aroused his curiosity, distracting his troubled mind from his pain.

Taking a step forward, Kojiro leans forward, squinting at the words written beside the sculpture, announcing her.

“Goddess of wisdom and knowledge?”

Slowly looking up, Kojiro's eyes light up once he can see the sculpture's face: her gentle eyes seem to fixate on him, dedicating a loving look.

The sudden urge to kneel embraces him and, following after his need, Kojiro kneels before the sculpture, setting his open palms against his lap, back straight and eyes facing her.

“Hey, miss.” a nervous laugh leaves him, and Kojiro stops upon the feeling of warmth around him, shielding him from the cold night. “I… would like you to guide me through this journey. I don't want you to give me all that strength and power, I… I want to endure the journey. Please, make me a wise man.”

Though he receives silence as an answer, the sudden peace that washes over him makes him know he had been heard: and, leaning forward until his forehead touches the sculpture's feet, Kojiro Sasaki promises; “As a thank you, I will make sure to seek your shrines and temples and pray. Everywhere I go, I will seek your home. But please, lead my path.”

And so, everytime he found himself at new places he'd make sure to seek the goddess's shrines and temples and spend time over, talking to her, sharpening his sword, training; he'd stay the night over and when he could get his hands on books about her, Kojio would take the time to read and study them —finding out who was her husband had certainly made him look up at the sculpture with an arched eyebrow, but he never questioned her: if anything, from what he knew about them both, it sounded like a complicated relationship.

Unbeknownst to him, the goddess had observed him. She had led and cleared up his way. She had calmed him when his sore muscles hurt and corrupted his spirit. She had been observing and guiding him closely all his life. She had never attempted to reply but rather enjoyed his presence. His death, although it saddened her, was just meant to happen: it meant the epitome of his journey, which would continue later on.

Kojiro Sasaki is a wise man. He had been granted with that gift as a boy and now, having achieving the greatest of abilities, he could clearly discern his opponents' next movements just by observing the way they walked, breathed, blinked and—

Right. This was the husband of the goddess he had worshiped his whole life. How could it be? He didn't know, and certainly, he wouldn't ask.

But a god was still a god.

Hearing her name fall from his lips and resound through the whole arena made his grip on both swords lessen —and then, Kojiro knew no more of his existence.

Poseidon was awake, alive and perfectly healed if it wasn't for the pain shooting through his arm, that had been regenerated.

He had been awake for some time now: first, waking up and taking on his surroundings, examining his body and finding his injuries almost gone. And then, thinking and meditating about the most recent events, where multiple sensations and feelings crashed down upon him.

…There were few times Poseidon felt this way.

His eyes roam through the room and though he's aware of the sleeping goddess beside the bed he's sitting in, her tear stained cheeks have caused a certain pain on his chest to such a point he's decided not to look at her.

The door creaks open slowly and his brother comes in, closing it behind him. His eyes, he notes, hold that calmness he carries within himself.

Hades' eyes fall on Helena. Then on him. And, through the smallest of gestures, Poseidon realizes his brother has something to say; like he has read his mind.

“You know, brother, she hasn't left your side.”

There it is. Pursing his lips, Poseidon ponders his reply for a second, letting his lips part and pronounce sternly: “Why are you defending her?”

Hades frowns, full on expressive now. Coming closer, he takes a chair from the side, setting it right beside him so they can talk and look each other in the eye.

Taking a seat and crossing one leg over the other, Hades takes his sweet time adopting a comfortable and elegant posture and, by the time he's ready, Poseidon has already leaned back against the pillows behind his back.

“What do you mean?”

Poseidon quiets down, taking the initiative to look back at her hunched figure over his legs, dark circles under her eyes, tear stained cheeks, swollen lips like she's been biting on them, hair out of place. And he knows he can trust his older brother, he's the one he looks up to; but he's not sure.

Hades, seeming to sense his doubt, leans over to take a look at the goddess. His eyes, too, roam through her features and the evident tiredness shown through her face. Looking back at his younger brother, he states: “Compassion. You don't like seeing her like this.”

Poseidon frowns —a look full of disbelief and, before he has the chance to say something, Hades speaks up.

“If using her name to win against that human, and seeing her sacrifice in this instance still arouses your disdain, then I'm sure, brother, that you might be blind.”

Leaning back, Hades pays no attention to his brother's disgruntled look as he carries on, “How can you be married and still doubt her if you were just lamenting her pain?"

By now, Poseidon's frown has deepened, eyes flaring a violent blue and lips tightly pressed, he barely contains his rage in his whisper. “She guided that human through his path.”

Hades leans back, humming. Trying to find sense to Poseidon's reasoning. After a quiet moment, realization washes over him, reflected on his features and, with a nod, he mumbles. “Kojiro Sasaki, her devoted believer.”

Poseidon looks on, focusing on the paintings in the walls in an attempt to calm down: that human's name fell from her lips multiple times in the past, talking about his achievements. And he had listened. Now, it was the same human he had fought against and the responsible of his state.

But Hades speaks up. “So. You think your wife just tried to use a human against you, as if, in a conspiracy?” it's not a question, more like an hypothesis, “—Poseidon, please.”

Poseidon's eyes react to the movement, focusing on the sleeping goddess as she stirs, opening her eyes slowly. Under the attentive gaze of both Hades and Poseidon, she slowly wakes up, whining once her back starts to protest in exertion after being put in the same uncomfortable position for so long.

Slowly straightening her position, and ever the gentleman he is, Hades sets a hand on her shoulder, giving a calm smile her way once she looks up. Setting a pillow against the back of her chair, he speaks up. “Hey, lean back.”

“Thank you.” Doing as she was told, Helena hums as her back makes contact with the soft cushion. Then, her eyes open and she looks back at Poseidon, finding his eyes already on her.

“Sei? When did you wake up?”

The tyrant of the seas doesn't reply. Instead, he stares at her. Cold.

With a sigh, Hades leaves quietly.

Frowning, she reaches forward, touching his hand and gasping when he pulls it back, away from her grasp.

Poseidon's voice cuts through the silence like a dagger: his words filled with rage and offense. “Are you satisfied?”

She leans back, adopting a confused look, but not willing to let him treat her the way he treats others. “What are you talking about?”

His name rolls off his tongue with disdain, full of a nauseating pair of words. “Kojiro Sasaki.”

Eyebrows arched up, Helena bites back. “Oh, so you remember his name.”

Poseidon's reply comes fast, like a typhoon. “How could I forget, if you just used that low scum against me.”

Silence. Her features twist in confusion. He remains calm, deep into that dangerous wrath.

With the next combat announced and Heimdall's voice reaching there through an echo, Helena rose to her feet, smothering the wrinkles in her white dress under Poseidon's sight.

“Kojiro Sasaki was a human I took under my care, yes. But that doesn't mean I used him to try and hurt you. It wasn't me who sent him. And you decided to go there on your own.” dropping her hands at each side of her, her nails sink into her palms until her skin opens and blood drips into the floor. “In fact, he's dead and you're alive: your arm is back. This is all about your ego.”

Tilting his chin up, Poseidon still challenges her to keep talking, feeling his own wrath ascending.

“You know? These combats have something special; duality. Kojiro represents personal growth, and you?” She turns around, opening the door and, setting a foot out, she turns to look her husband in the eye; not an ounce of fear as she finishes with: “You are the embodiment of arrogance.”

She leaves, then. The door closes and Poseidon's left looking at it, glaring, even.

Valhalla's garden is probably the only quiet place. There stands a goddess, overlooking the flowers: hands intertwined behind her back through stiff shoulders.

The god stops by the entrance, watching over her for a second just so she can feel ready for his approach. And, as he senses she might be ready, he announces his presence:

“Helena, may I talk to you?”

She hums, and he realizes the way her voice has taken after a slight deeper sound when her hum comes through a strained throat.

Nodding to himself, Hades walks up until he's standing by her side. Taking a quick look aside, he takes note of her bloodshot eyes and the fresh tear stains running down her cheeks.

Sighing, he looks for something on his pants, retrieving a handkerchief that he offers through a whisper, “I apologize for his reaction. He… Has certain ideals.”

Sobbing, her hand reaches out, taking the handkerchief through trembling fingers; and even in her state, she still replies, “I never meant to hurt him.” using the soft fabric to wipe her tears through small touches around her face, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm down.

“I know,” he says, nodding. “And I apologize.”

She chuckles, “You shouldn't be the one apologizing.”

“I know,” he says once again, “But still. He's put you through enough already.”

This time, she quotes him. “I know. But I love him.”

Hades sighs. Breathing in, he focuses on humming a certain tune. From his peripheral vision, he gets to see her eyes light up, like the tune soothes her aching heart. Yes —after all, she was the one who gave humans the will and ability to pursue the knowledge behind music and arts: this meant he could help her out.

Soothe her pain, at least: even if he was a god who caused pain and suffering constantly and not the best choice to bring calm upon others, this goddess was someone he considered close. She could be his sister-in-law, yes, but she was a goddess equal to him in his eyes: benevolent with a strong, indomitable character.

Finishing his humming, he looks back at her. “Take a break. You need it.” looking on, his eyes find solace in the sunflowers in the distance. “Poseidon will realize his mistake. Sooner or later.”

“You think so?” The hopeful tone she uses breaks his heart a little —why was his brother like this? Couldn't he see past his own views?

“Yes. My brother… He's immature but not blind. He will realize and learn.”

Silence settles in and Hades doesn't fail to notice her contemplative mood: her eyes roaming through the garden and the way her fingers trace over the details engraved on his handkerchief.

With a nod, Helena turns to the door —and looking back at Hades, she gestures forward. “The next combat will start soon, shall we go?”

Hades shakes his head, giving her a small, genuine smile. “Sorry, Lena. I still have to see Zeus.”

She nods, returning the smile with a knowing look. “I understand. See you later, Hades.”

Watching her as she leaves, Hades keeps his hands behind his back, offering one last smile when she takes a look back. And, as soon as she disappears, the king of the underworld makes his way back to his brother's room, more than willing to give him a piece of his mind.

Taking Poseidon's seat at the god's VIP room, Helena quietly crosses a leg over the other, keeping her hands atop her lap.

A voice then cuts through the silence. “Hey! Is your hubby okay?”

Frowning, her eyes drift towards the source of the voice: there, Loki grins from his seat, malicious. “Big boy took a huge hit, didn't he?”

With the rest of the god's attention on them, Helena hums to herself, looking back at the arena still summoned in darkness. A smile curls her lips up momentarily before a completely neutral expression takes over her features, where she replies. “How's Alva doing, Odin?”

Odin, the one-eyed All-Father throws a glance at Loki from his peripheral vision, grunting something. Whatever he may have grunted out makes the god sink in his seat, receiving a laugh from the closest god, Shiva.

Shiva, through gritted teeth and a forced smirk looks back at the arena, where Heimdall stands under a ray of light. “Careful there, she bites back.”

Huffing, Loki looks down just in time for Henidall to start introducing the next fighters. Right, he thinks, this is Poseidon's wife, after all. Of course she has to bite back, how else can she stand up to her husband's bratty attitude if not talking back?

“The city standing before you is nineteenth century London!”

The fourth round started four minutes ago and yet, Poseidon's still sitting there, listening to his brother talk his ears off even after they've moved to the god's sitting room, where the fight can be seen through a large screen.

“Are you listening, Poseidon?” Hades stops, frowning once he notes his wandering eyes.

And still, the god of seas nods, looking back at his older brother. “I am.”

There were two persons capable of gaining his full attention and respect: his wife and his older brother.

There was no doubt he looked up to Hades: to him, he was a perfect god. If anything, his vision of gods had been constructed around him.

And then there was his wife, someone he was not fond of at the start, back when both were still young. But she had always been the type to talk back whenever hurtful comments left his mouth. She had been able to talk back and make it out alive.

Poseidon would never admit it out loud, but he liked that about her: a little bit of a challenge wouldn't hurt anyone. The fact she huffed and replied to whatever he said amused him positively —it was probably that the thing that made him look at her in the first place; and finding out who this bratty goddess was indeed made him arch an eyebrow and ask his brother just why she was there.

He was fond of those moments when both would sit and discuss whatever topics came up given that this allowed him to lay back and listen to her ramble: it was that light behind her eyes and the way her hands tended to move around alongside her words the thing that made his eyes soften. Her intelligence pleased him.

Hades' voice cuts through his train of thought right when he leans back, propping his chin into his palm and his elbow rests into the armrest of the couch.

“You need to stop this. Your arrogance almost cost you your life. Don't you know your wife was in tears the whole time you were unconscious? She never left your side and yet the first thing you do after waking up is straight out insult her.” the king of the underworld leans back against his chair with a thud and a frustrated sigh, “Guiding humans is her duty. She's the goddess of wisdom and knowledge —what were you expecting? Of course she will listen to those who ask for her favor.” Hades looks aside, reminiscing. “And she will punish those who use her gifts for the wrong.”

Humans were vengeful, resentful, ignorant, egotistical, malicious, ambitious, hopeless, unfair… And still, each time one of them humbly asked for her help she'd attend to their call and gift them with whatever she decided was needed. And so, in the same way she attended to their desperate calls, if they ever decided to use her gifts for the wrong purposes, she'd cast punishment upon them.

Poseidon remembered that occasion perfectly. Shortly after getting married, he was sitting in her library, a book nestled on his lap, face leaning into his hand and eyes dancing across the words displayed in the paper before she stormed in. Her wrath, although rare and dangerous, made him look up in curiosity and perhaps worry.

“Is something wrong?” he had asked, receiving a hum from her and a snarl of, “I can't believe it. Just gave her a bit of help and now this,” finished with a loud thud as she dropped a book into the table —a book about curses, a gift from someone close— flipping the pages furiously, mumbling to herself.

He had watched then, completely intrigued until she looked up, meeting his eyes in a strange haze of anger. “Remind me to not reply directly to them. Again. Don't let me talk to them unless we really need to.”

That moment still aroused his curiosity: she was still adamant about it, and though he knew what had been the reason behind her discontent, he still knew not to talk about it unless he wished to see her rage.

After that moment of silence. Hades looks back, calmer now: even his voice has toned down. “Brother, I am asking you to learn something from this.”

Poseidon finally replies, his eyes boring into Hades' and the sheer force behind his question has him sealing his lips. “You think I don't know that already, brother?”

Eyes the size of dinner plates, Hades stares into his eyes for a second until a smile curls his lips up. With a hum, the king of the underworld stands up. “Is that so? Then, should I call for her?”

Standing up after him, Poseidon turns to the door, ignoring the match still being displayed on the screen before them. “No need.”

As his brother leaves, Hades huffs, sitting down and leaning back. His mind then drifts to the past —just how was it possible for them to be together? Although they were the same age, he still couldn't comprehend how they got along. She was not the type to ignore things upon hearing something she didn't like and he was too self-absorbed to even care about the effect his words could have.

If anything, he always thought they'd start a war or at least a conflict. After the gigantomachy they had visited him asking for his presence in their wedding and he, taken aback, had almost choked on his red wine. Still, Hades knew they could work together: they had been doing it for a while now.

The seas were mysterious, but maybe two certain deities knew just what awaited there. Wisdom could be heard through the waves —and maybe that was on them, too.

The halls are empty, a proof of everyone's presence by the arena, watching the match: however, the god there is not interested.

Poseidon is not so self-absorbed, at least not to fail at realizing a few things. He knows just how arrogant he can be if he so desires: and he didn't see the problem with that. He's perfect in his way —just like a god should be. Whatever had happened back then had already passed, and the more he remembered about that combat, the more he could understand her reasons.

Not to mention the terror behind her eyes when Kojiro Sasaki cut off his arm.

His ears perked up upon the sound of heels around the corner —he had expected anyone but not his wife to round the corner and look straight into his eyes: and he certainly did not expect her to look forward like he wasn't there.

But he did not back down. The closer he got to her he could tell she knew this, and was trying to think of a way out. For a second, and just as she walked past him, Poseidon gave her that single, small moment of relief before turning around and blocking her way with his arm beside her head.

Turning around to face him, Helena frowns and sidesteps, mumbling “Not now, Poseidon,” —just for him to use his other arm, completely blocking her way.

With both his arms blocking her way out and his body leaning on hers to keep her from moving, Poseidon looks down at her, taking in the way she tries not to look at him, how small she is compared to him… In his eyes she's perfect.

Dropping a hand from the wall, that same hand reaches forward slowly until she stops avoiding his touch and he gets to cup her face. His touch is gentle and this is not something unfamiliar to her; unfamiliar is the way his eyes show the tiniest bit of sadness, perhaps regret. And when his lips part and he speaks up she freezes, looking up at him with big eyes.

“My actions have brought pain upon you, am I right, my love?”

Slowly, her arms reach up until her trembling hands find his waist and her arms circle him. With her head against his chest now she nods, mumbling out: “I thought you were gonna leave me.”

“Foolish.” He replies, arms circling her shoulders.

Stealing a glance at their surroundings, she moves out of his grasp, taking his wrist and pulling him forward.

He gives in, following her up to the closest door: a sitting room. It's empty and dark, but the second they step in the lights flicker on.

And right as he closes the door behind him she drops his wrist, turns around and looks up right past his eyes and soul, bloodshot eyes and voice about to break, desperation and fear finally leaving her through words:

“Damn it, Poseidon —he could have killed you! Cut off your arms and then, just, slice you in pieces! Why can't you understand—”

“Then,” Poseidon cuts her off, stern. Voice neutral but hiding his intentions. “Teach me.”

Teach me how to not let it happen again.

Helena chuckles and the tears slide down her cheeks, a knowing look taking over: hope and understanding. Even her tears stop and her eyes light up; “I will. And Sei?”

His eyebrow arches —and he's tempted to ask 'oh, so I am Sei again?' but ignores the impulse, giving her a moment to collect her thoughts.

“I hope you know guiding him was just part of my duty. This… Was a coincidence.”

He hums, letting the topic aside but not ignored or dismissed —instead of a verbal reply, his thumb rubs at her shoulder, right above where her dress starts: his palm slowly rests completely there, guiding her forward to the nearest couch.

Only when she's sitting beside him Poseidon looks back at her, answering. “You don't owe me explanations. It's your duty. If anything, that only proves your abilities.” and next, his lips curl up into a lovely smile: “—Couldn't expect anything else from you, goddess of wisdom and knowledge.”

Her lips curl up, imitating his gesture: leaning into him, her open palm rests above his waist, where she rubs circles.

Silence takes over then, like that moment of calm after a storm. Where both sit in silence, taking in each other's presence.

Looking back from her position, Helena grins: and Poseidon's eyebrow quirks up.

“He gave you a haircut.”

Her laughter fills his ears, makes a certain warmth spread through his chest until he can't help it but stare.

#poseilena #shuumatsu no valkyrie #snv poseidon #self ship

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