#oh well i don’t judge you can take this however you wanna take it

[atr3ldes]

under our glorious black sun

[bloodykora]

I Meant It

I finally wrote an actual one shot for Buggy :)

Summary: You 'babysit' Buggy while he's only a head.

No use of y/n however reader is referred to gal and very feminine pet names (I normally write gender neutral but this was very self serving). I had to write this on my phone so if the format is different from my norm, that is why.

“I think his nose is cute.” A voice breaks out for the first time in the conversation, the other two slowly turning towards you in shock and judgement.

“I beg your pardon sweet thing?” Sanji is the first to break the moment of silence, you raise your shoulders at him. 

“I don’t know, he's like. Okay, you know those cats who have a limb missing and they go to scratch with that limb and everyone’s like ‘awww’. That’s kinda how I think I am with him right now, look at him. He’s just a head, a little kitty who can’t scratch behind his ear and needs some help.”

“You seem to forget about the village he destroyed, the one that offered us the rest of their food after we saved them because of what him and his crew did.”

“Zoro, you out of everyone has no right to judge considering you took that random dude’s brother’s head.” You stare at the Buggy in front of us with a cloth in his mouth, watching this whole conversation about him go down.

“I do not need to be around this.” Zoro states before leaving, huffing to himself right before he goes out of ear shot. 

“I never knew you out of everyone would be into the clown type but then again, all women are a mystery.” A laugh comes out and you shake your head at Sanji’s words before replying.

“I think I just like them to be outgoing.” You slowly and dramatically look Sanji up and down before connecting gazes with him. 

Before he has the chance to respond, a loud bang erupts from a part of the ship which catches both of your attention. Sanji sighs before looking at me.

“Things can never be calm around here can they?” A smile appears on your face as you nod.

“You go check that out, I think Zoro has had enough of me today, I’ll stay here with him.” You cock your head to the side, pointing at Buggy. Sanji nods and begins to walk away.

“Be safe sweets, holler if you need anything.” He looks back to say before continuing on. 

You look back at the clown, his eyes wide watching. Taking a few steps in his direction, nearing him before bending down to him.

“Don’t make me regret this.” You quietly say out before gently removing the gag in his mouth.

“Ahh toots, that feels so much better." He states while stretching his mouth and licking his lips.

“You have no idea how dry my mouth was getting, I was almost debating having a sip of sea water!” You roll my eyes before sitting beside the barrel he was on.

“I think that would not be beneficial cause then you’d have the opposite problem of having too much water.” You pause for a second before questioning. “Can you drown? I mean like now, as just a head? You have no lungs attached to you currently.”

“I’ve never tried, I would assume yes though.”

“Well, don’t do it then. I wouldn’t wanna have to be the one to save you, or maybe I’d send Sanji to do it for me.” 

“That blondie would let me die, I’d be a lot better, mentally and physically, if it was you.” He winks at you.

“Mmm, I think anyone of us would do it begrudgingly. For Nami.” He huffs beside you, it was a little funny as just a head. You could imagine his body’s chest moving along with it.

“What is with you and that cook anyway? It’s like you two wanna jump each other, I say just get a room and do it for the sake of me and the crew.” A snort comes out at his words.

“Buggy, I don’t think Sanji is actually attracted to me. Yes, he is good looking. However, he flirts with every woman he sees. In front of me too. Ya know, you two kinda remind me of each other in that regard.”

“Oh darling, I would treat you so much better than he ever could.” His words are filled with honey, sweet and dripping. You look at him, face in a ‘really?’ gaze.

“I don’t know, he is French. And you know there is a kiss named after them.” He scoffs at the retort.

“My head detaches, do I have to say more?” 

Your face drops in realization and your cheeks begin to heat up at his words.

“Slut.” The word flew out of your mouth before you could process it. He sits expressionless before breaking into laughter. Your hand raises to your forehead, half covering your face as you laugh. 

“I never admitted this but I think I like spending time with you more than Zoro.”

“I don’t know, it’s hard to compare his death threats to your sugary laugh.” He flirts again, 

You shake your head at his faux forwardness.

“If you do that again I’m going to flick your ear I swear to god.” He grins ear to ear like a cat luring in its prey, his face then slowly rests like he was actually thinking for once.

“Earlier, you called my nose cute.”

“Yes I did.”

“Did you actually mean it or were you poking fun like the others?” I glance at him, his tone serious and his eyes almost pleading.

“I meant it.” It’s silent, for the first time ever since you've met Buggy. It seems he takes a breath before speaking up.

"You know, you'd be a good second in command. I could pay you handsomely, far more than these schmucks are." 

"They aren't really paying me." His eyes bulge out a bit at the answer. 

"You won't realize it yet, considering how they have treated you however," You pause, choosing your words carefully. "They are the closest thing to family I have gotten in forever, meanwhile your crew feared you. That is all the swaying I need." 

"Its cause that Sanji is taller than me isn't it?" You scoff and crack up at his wit. Laughing to the point of your shoulders visibly shaking. 

"Oh yes, that is absolutely it." You respond teasing, laughter still in your voice. He shakes his head in disappointment. The pair of you continue to stare out as the sun goes down over the horizon, the warm orange creeping into an umber and then its usual royal blue. The stars peering down at the pair. 

"I think it might be time to head in." You say out loud, mostly to yourself while your hands rub over your arms to retain some heat. You could hear the buzzing begin of the mosquitos. 

"What doll, can't handle a little breeze?" You shake your head, you could begin to feel the tip of your fingers cool. 

"I've never been good with night time on the water." Buggy sighs beside me as I sit up.

"Let's head in then." He looks up at you, a small smile on his face. You pick him up, avoiding uncomfortable placement of your hands or a tight grip. His skin was warmer then expected, that was the stereotype though. The men being hot blood and bodied creatures.

"Where am I staying tonight? Barrel, in a window, random box?" 

"I think you're gonna stay with me." Buggy's eyebrows furrow in confusion. You begin to walk quickly to your small corner of the ship, descending down a small flight of stairs. The blue haired head clutched in your arms almost like the way you'd hold a newborn. 

The blue cot you were well acquainted with was already strung up, ready for you to rest in. You put Buggy up there in it before talking up to him. 

"I'm changing so don't try anything okay?" The jester was already too shocked and flustered to speak. Making a mental promise to himself not to break your trust. 

You take a bit of time before he sees your arms come over the side and lift yourself into the hammock. 

You settle yourself, pulling up the blanket that laid at the end over mostly you.

There's a few thuds down the stairs before Sanji appears before you both. 

"Ahh, just the gal I was looking for. How did babysitting go?" He asks, putting an arm over the side of the bed. Standing on a piece of board under you to boost himself up. 

"Still here cook boy." Buggy's voice bellows out, you smile at the cook while he gives you a confused glance. 

"I got worried that the mosquitos will affect his brain and stuff." You put on your best innocent smile and Sanji shakes his head. 

"You are the most mad pirate I think I've ever laid my eyes on." He gets a shrugged shoulders and rolled eyes back. 

"So, what was it that happened earlier?" You lean up to peer over the side at him. His face was always a comfort even when it felt the most safe. 

"Apparently Usopp knocked something over and then Luffy couldn't remember if it was Nami's or something else. You know him, if its not food related then he's not fully paying attention." You nod, agreeing with the blond. Sanji leans in close to you, looking over your shoulder at the head eavesdropping. 

"Are you going to be okay with him? Cause you know I can very much find a different spot for him." He says in a hushed tone to you, a small smile appears on your face. 

"I'll be okay Sanji, he's just a head. The most he could do is bite me and I think I'd wake up before he could cause real damage. However, if anything goes sour. You will be the first one I call to come help." You place your hand on his shoulder, rubbing it quickly before putting it back under the blanket. Sanji nods at you before he steps down. 

"Well sweet, you have a goodnight. Don't dream of me too much okay?" You wave to him and wish him a good night. 

"God he's annoying." Buggy says as you cuddle into your bed, eyes closed in a peaceful manner.

"Just look at it like this, you're in my bed. He's not." That shuts him up fast, you peek an eye open at him. He seems speechless and you let out a quiet giggle. 

"Please do tell me if you snore."

"I should be saying that to you, you can roll over or move. I'm just stuck here." 

You let out a mhmm, the luring sleepiness now very present in your body and brain. Buggy stares at you, blanket tucked up to your chin and face relaxed. 

He laid there and listened to you breathe for a bit. Making sure you were well into your slumber before muttering out. 

"Sleep well love."

[criceofpain]

drunk in love | park jongseong

featuring: enhypen's hyung line + sunoo

synopsis: you always thought those drinking game cards were bullshit, until your crush gets too drunk and his secret eventually gets to you.

pairing: jay x female reader

genre: smut, a tinge of fluff

word count: 2005

warnings: alcohol consumption, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), fingering, slight voyeurism at the end (?)

“Take a shot if…”

Sunghoon slowly pulls out the card from the stack with his fingers, painfully slow that it builds up a strange tension in the atmosphere. Jake has his hand out, getting ready to take a shot glass full of gin if ever the description in the card would fit him. Heeseung begins to create a drumroll sound with his hands on the floor, making Sunoo slightly jump in surprise beside him. Jay, meanwhile, gives Sunghoon an anticipating look as his hand instinctively squeezes your thigh.

Anyone from afar can tell that all of you were being edged.

All of you have had a couple of shots, Jake the most. The house is a mess and so are your spinning heads. Jay, being the little devil that he is, chose to play a drinking game despite all of you being already tipsy. Cards Against Humanity would’ve been better, you thought.

Sunghoon finally lifts up the card and proceeds to read it. “Take a shot if you want to get railed or rail someone…?”

“Oh, fuck it.”

“What the fuck?”

“What kind of a question is that?”

“Boo! Pick another one!”

A string of boos and profanities fill the whole living room as Sunghoon himself grumbles at the question. Seriously, the game creators could’ve done a little bit better. Sunoo was inexperienced and didn’t want any at this point in time, he just finished high school. Heeseung, Jake, and Sunghoon are too busy with university to even get a girlfriend.

However, silence fills the room as a loud exhale is heard from one person—Jay.

Right. He was the only person who didn’t have too much on his plate. He bottoms up the small shot painfully, making him grimace at the sting of the alcohol in his mouth. you all could tell that he had too much, judging by his unusual antics. Where did the prim and proper Park Jongseong go just now? Just earlier, he was talking about business and science with the boys, but now he’s laughing like a moron…

“Are you fuckers seriously lying to yourselves? Hah! I doubt you wouldn’t want a taste of a pretty cunt… don’t lie to me.”

… with his eyes directed to you.

What is he on about? You raise your brows, clearly confused about why he is staring devilishly at you. He just chuckles, finding your reaction cute. The rest of the squad stares as well, watching the buildup of sexual tension slowly unfold in front of them. Everybody knows how much you have been pining for Jay and him.

Little did the two of you know that the boys have slowly escaped in their respective rooms, leaving the space to only you and Jay who are still in a hot staring contest.

“Y/N,” he slurs, eyes not leaving yours. “You look particularly hot tonight.”

“Jongseong,” you reply, stroking strands of his hair back to the top of his head. “Is that a way for me to compliment you back?”

He snorts. “Definitely not. I don't force compliments out of people.”

You chuckle, leaning forward until your lips are dangerously close to his. His senses heighten as the alcohol kicks in; he can smell your perfume better now. He chuckles, too, and the mixed smell of alcohol and mint fills your nostrils. Fuck. you wouldn’t be able to keep your cool if he keeps this up.

“You were saying?” he whispers, looking lustfully at your lips.

“You wanna rail someone.” you reply as you feel his hand go up and down your arm. “Am I your only choice, then?”

“You are.”

Jay suddenly scoops you up by the ass, pulling you into his lap and making you squeal. He wonders if he could get more of those out of you, because that sound may or may not have caused his cock to slightly twitch.

“But I'm not bringing you to bed just because of that.” he continues, slowly bunching up your skirt around your hips. “Have I told you that you’ve been living rent-free in my mind lately?”

You squint, not knowing whether to believe what just came out of his mouth. He's drunk. There’s no way he would spew random shit on the get go, right? He senses this and buries his head in the crook of your neck, just where he can kiss and mark it up later on.

“Cat got your tongue, Y/N?” he teases, voice dropping a few tones as his hands travel up your waist. You tense up in his hold, and he smirks on your neck. “Your subconscious is telling me something.”

“And that is?” you respond despite knowing he was joking.

“She wants to get fucked so bad,” he gives your neck an experimental lick to which you gasp audibly to. “and it’s not because of the alcohol. It's because she’s been staring at me all night… isn’t it?”

“Jay.” you sigh as his hand travels upward to your inner thigh. “This is not how I wanted to confess to you, you know?”

“Mm-hmm, keep talking, little girl.” he mumbles, drawing little circles along your soft skin. It felt pillowy against his rough finger pads, which he loved so much.

“You're drunk.”

“What about it?”

“The guys have left us here… alone.”

“Isn't that supposed to be a good thing?” he tugs the crotch of your panties down and prods on your clit experimentally. You whimper softly.

Here you are, sitting on the lap of the Park Jongseong you have been crushing on for quite a while, with his fingers on your sex. He’s smirking to himself, thinking about how you’ve touched yourself to the mere thought of him. To say he hasn’t jerked himself off of the thought of you stripping for him would be a total lie. That would be unfair of him, wouldn’t it?

“Don't you get it, Park? I want to—ah!” you suddenly cry out as two of his fingers effortlessly slide in your pussy. They feel thick and boney inside of you and are already teasing you. God, how would you be able to take his cock if you’re already going haywire because of his fingers, then?

“You want to do what?”

“Confess to you in a more proper setting and situation?” you ask, sounding like a desperate whine as he starts pumping his fingers slowly into you. “Fuck, Jay, I wanted to dress up for that special day.”

“Isn't your fit appealing enough, sweetheart?” he coos, looking at you from head to toe. You wore your work skirt and a graphic tee that was big enough to be a dress. “I'd just rip off whatever expensive shit you want to buy. Would you want that?”

If it were you, I'd love that a lot. “No, Jay.” you shake your head, legs clenching around his arm as he continues to toy you with his fingers. He doesn’t forget to rub your clit, teasingly slow that makes you see stars.

“Spread your legs for me, please?” he nibbles on the lobe of your ear, and you oblige. “Good girl.”

He pulls his fingers out of you, and you whine at the loss of contact. He then lays you flat against the fur carpet and crawls on top of you, licking his fingers and tasting your wetness on his tongue. A part of you wanted him to just fuck you senseless, but the way he was undressing you with his eyes made you want to stare at him for longer until you were dripping wet again.

“What now?”

His domineering tone makes you feel so little under him that you could only respond to him with a whine.

“I’ll take that as a yes."

The next few minutes are a bit hazy for both you and him as the gin starts to kick in. He messily captures your lips in a kiss, tongues clashing together in a fight no one would win. The sting of alcohol on his tongue heightens your senses, and the taste of strawberries on yours elicits a low grunt from him. He hooks your legs around his hips, rubbing his clothed cock against your clit before completely taking his bottoms off.

“You on the pill?”

You nod. That was all he needed to line himself up against your cunt and enter you slowly until he had filled you up to the hilt. You instinctively bite on his shoulder to suppress whatever noise was to come out of your mouth, taking note of the fact that you two weren’t alone in this house.

“Come on, princess.” he coaxes, taking your head in his hands as he rubs his nose against yours. “Are you still trying to stay silent when you’ve been whining on my fingers now? Does that make sense?”

“Fuck, Jongseong!” you gasp as you feel his balls slap against your ass cheeks while he catches you off-guard with slow, sharp thrusts. He knew how to kept you going. “You feel so fucking good…”

“I know, baby.” he whispers, feeling you clench involuntarily around his cock. Sober Jongseong would never assert something that easily. “I know how good it feels.”

He proceeds to kiss you fervently and mindlessly as his hands grope your ass from under. You desperately cling onto the fabric of his shirt for stability as he is going berserk above you. Eventually, you stop caring about how loud you were moaning and just let your long-time crush do the work for you. These were one of your fantasies waiting to be fulfilled, anyway.

Your vision blurs, your eyes roll to the back of your head as Jay picks up his pace and rams into you, letting the alcohol take over his body. His hand finds its way to your clothed breast, squeezing it against his fingers and feeling for your nipple under your shirt. He tugs onto it, your whines get louder and more wanton and it drives him closer to his high.

“Mmm, are you cumming, baby?”

“Yes, fuck… I'm so close… want you to cum in me.” you beg. Heck, even making out words was hard under his ministrations.

With loud grunts, he spurts out his seed inside you, triggering your own orgasm. An array of moans and grunts fill the living room as you ride out your high, and the mixed smell of perfume, sweat, and sex fill your noses. To your surprise, he passes out above you, completely sandwiching you between his weight and the floor.

“Let's do this again, Y/N, baby…” he mutters against your chest, words slurred and almost incomprehensible. “This is so much better than the formal confession shit you were planning.”

“Jay.” you roll your eyes, hand finding his hair and gently stroking it with your fingers. “I still want it—”

“Shh.” he throws a hand above your mouth, feeling like a slap on your face though it was unintentional. “You talk so much for a little girl.”

“I’m not little!”

“Don't lie, Y/N. I can pick you up on one arm… throw you around and…”

“And?” you raise your brows, anticipating his answer. “What's next, Park?”

“And I'll wrestle you and…”

And he’s suddenly snoring. You snort. He's right. maybe this can wait until the next morning…

… or until he’s fucking you again.

“Oh, fuck. Harder, Jay, please!” you scream against the mattress as Jay pistons into you from behind. It was either you staring at the mirror or him pinning you down and letting him take over.

“This is so much better without the alcohol, don’t you think?” he suggests, landing a harsh slap on your ass. “Answer me, babe.”

“Damn, right, it is.” you whine out. “Did you lock the door, by the way?”

He slows down and whips his head to the fully opened doorway. Sunghoon stands meters away from it.

“Get the fuck out!” Jay screams, covering your bodies with the blanket.

“Lock the door next time, you moron!” Sunghoon screams back, slamming the door shut.

Well, that was embarrassing.

a/n: this is one of my old fics (from heeyunkist) that i was luckily able to retrieve! this is for all my jay hoes and non-jay hoes alike who enjoy the concept of him drunk and hot af. also this is clearly not inspired by queen beyoncé’s song of the same title /j

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[save-the-villainous-cat]

Genderqueer or nonbinary villain? I know you write a lot gender neutral but specifically for the pride stuff perhabs?

“Woah—” was all the hero managed when they pulled off the villain’s mask. Woah.

One simple motion and yet, they weren’t prepared for this.

“I’m kinda big on the whole secret identity thing,” the villain said, and their voice was slightly singed. “If you don’t mind.”

“Oh, yeah…” The hero’s face lit up red and their brain was increasingly unable to form any kind of coherent thought. They’d never seen someone this…mesmerising. The villain looked absolutely gorgeous. If the hero had been an artist, they would’ve been scared of drawing the villain, scared of insulting the villain’s beauty with their own filthy art. “Ehm…uh…you don’t need that mask, y’know?”

Lazily, the villain raised an eyebrow, still a bit startled. It had been a tough fight that had ended in a team-up which had led to…well, the hero didn’t like the term time out but this was eventually exactly that. Patching each other up, checking on the remaining teammates, making new plans.

The hero wanted to check the villain for any head injuries, actually.

“I actually do. Like I said, secret identity and all…”

“Oh, yeah—” God, the hero was an idiot. You don’t need that mask. What a dumb pick up line. “What I meant is…I’d like to see more of that pretty face.”

They tried to smirk and be smooth but they failed miserably and sank into their own personal pond of embarrassment. Usually, it was the other way around. Usually, the hero was good at flirting.

But this time — the hero couldn’t even tell the villain’s gender — they were so distracted by their enemy that they were sure this was an evil scheme to stop them.

“You’re flirting with me,” the villain said slowly, as if it was a big secret.

“Whaaat?” The hero laughed awkwardly. “Nope. Why would I? We’re enemies—”

The villain stood up and observed the hero quietly, studying every inch of their body until they were satisfied. The villain was shorter than the hero (which was adorable) but they somehow managed to be more authoritative despite the two inches of difference.

“You might wanna check the wound.”

“Yup—” The hero let out a sigh, relieved and thankful that the conversation was changing. They walked around the villain and took a look at the back of their head. At first everything seemed fine: they were moving hair out of the way, actively trying to avoid looking at the villain’s sweaty neck and checking for injuries. However, there was blood. “Fuck, you got a little cut there…I’d prefer to treat this at the med bay.”

“Don’t bother, I can take care of it.” They played with the mask the hero had given back to them.

“No. You can’t treat a wound on the back of your head alone. You didn’t even know you were injured!” the hero said. They couldn’t let the villain go home like this. “I have to look at this.”

The villain looked at them for a long time, judging again.

“Not a trap?”

“Not a trap.”

“Not a date either?” The hero blushed yet again.

“…no”

“Good. Would’ve been a terrible place for a first date.” The villain leaned in. “You should ask me out for dinner after, though.”

[evansbby]

OMG JUST HAD A THOT IMAGINE boyfriends dad!ari (can u tell i’m obsessed with ari lol) has the day off work and is working out at home doing press ups and whatevs, you show up wanting to surprise ur bf (he’s an ass anyway we don’t care ab him x) but it’s just ari in the living room grunting and sweating, doing these push ups in just tiny shorts with those big thighs and hairy tiddies out🥵

he’s all like “sorry honey didn’t see you there” and ur just like drooling over him and he’s like “you wanna help me workout?” so you lay on his back whilst he does press ups all cute n domestic and then shit hITS THE FAN NEXT THING YOU KNOW HES RAILING YOU INTO THE CARPET😩

“oh baby you’re so tiny, who knew you’d be such a dirty slut for me. your pussy’s so tight, no one’s ever used you like this before huh?”

oh bestie you always send in the hottest thots!! boyfriend’s dad Ari makes me feral in ways you don’t even know!!! just imagine this hunky, dilfy daddy… so calm and collected… knowing he could seduce you so easily it’s almost laughable…

Warnings: daddy kink, dumbification, dubcon, age gap below the cut!!!

You can’t keep your eyes off the scene in front of you. Ari — your boyfriend’s dad — in the middle of his intense workout routine, shirtless and tanned skin glistening with sweat, his chest so hairy and virile — so unlike Ransom but not in a bad way.

“Oh, sorry honey, didn’t see you there.” The grunting suddenly stops as Ari gets up mid-push-up, running a hand through his long brown hair before making his way to you, “Ransom isn’t at home so what brings you here?”

Oh. You’d come to surprise Ransom — your boyfriend. He hadn’t told you he’d be out, however. But looking at his father right now, standing in front of you with his glorious and muscular body dripping with sweat, you can’t say you care too much.

Ari smirks, “Honey, are you staring at me? Be honest.”

You shake your head, suddenly shy, “N-No. sorry, Mr. Levinson. I was just leaving.”

“Aw, honey, don’t leave. Why don’t you help me with my workout? These push-ups are getting a bit too easy, you know?”

And that’s how you find yourself sitting cross-legged on your boyfriend’s father’s back while he does his push-ups, “And I want you to count each one for me, sweetheart. You think you can do that?”

“Y-Yes, Mr. Levinson.”

You count for him, the number going well into the double digits. And he’s so strong, so sturdy as you grip onto his firm shoulders, watching his sweat-covered muscles flex.

“This is barely a workout, honey. You’re so tiny and cute, I can barely feel you on me.” Ari suddenly flips over, causing you to topple onto his chest as he lies on the floor now with you on top of him.

You squeak softly, what is he doing? Isn’t this, like, super inappropriate??? “Uh, I should go, Mr. Levinson.”

“Call me daddy, baby.” He whispers softly, grabbing your wrists tightly and holding you against his chest, “And what’s the hurry, huh? Thought you wanted to help daddy with his workout?”

“Ransom won’t like this!” You cry, although your own body seems to like this very much, judging by how you’re pressing your thighs together.

“Ransom’s a child.” Ari growls, lips now nipping at your neck, one of his hands guiding yours down to the waistband of his shorts, “C’mon, honey. You said you’d help me out and you don’t wanna make your daddy sad, do you?”

He pushes your hand into his shorts and you gasp, but Ari is unperturbed, “Daddy will be so sad if you leave right now, honey. Because you know you’re my best girl. Always coming over when you know Ransom isn’t here, always staring at daddy and thinking I won’t notice. But I notice everything. I know Ransom doesn’t satisfy you. No, a little baby girl like you needs a proper daddy to take care of her.”

He’s rubbing your dainty hand over his dick now, and it feels so big and thick that you can hardly believe it. Oh, Ransom doesn’t compare to this at all!! You involuntarily let out a moan and Ari smirks.

“Just like that, baby. Jerking your daddy off so good, aren’t you? I know you’re a baby and you don’t know anything but that’s okay. Daddy’s gonna teach you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Nngh, yes! Yes, daddy, please teach me! ‘m a dumb baby an’ I don’t know anything!” You wail, finally giving in to how good it feels.

“That’s right, baby. Make your daddy proud, let me show you what it’s like to pleasure a real man. I know his dick isn’t as big as mine, not even close. And you’re my baby, you deserve the best, the biggest. I’m gonna treat you so good, baby. Daddy’s gonna treat you so good.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You chant, humping into his thigh as he continues to guide your hand on his dick.

“Cute little baby, look how enthusiastic you are. Gonna make your daddy cum so fast, aren’t you? Like a little natural. God, baby, next time we’re gonna do this in daddy’s bed, alright? Gonna make you my pretty little wife. And Ransom won’t mind you being his new mommy, because I’m never letting you go.”

SORRY BYE ✌🏼😳😳😳😳

[starrynightzie]

I mostly wanted this acc to be specifically for art, not rly for anything else but i need to get this off my chest. Obviously if you’ve been on twitter, you’ve probably seen a lot (and i mean a LOT) of hate towards gay ships/shippers recently, (first w togachako, then w stsg) i wanna address all the weird shit thats been happening w jjk dudebros lately. Idk what it is but they’re rly upsetti spaghetti abt even the mere thought of stsg being more than platonic besties, going so far as to shoot down any hint of them being romantically inclined in the slightest - so i thought that i’d take it upon myself to provide poof that stsg has queer, romantic subtext since ppl are being extremely obtuse abt them, all for the sake of protecting their friendship from us evil gays. (other shippers do this too but im mostly focusing on dudebros bc they’re the ones primarily acting like assholes to us for no reason, like yeah, sure, some stsgs are extremely cringey & weird but that can be said for ANY shipper in ANY fandom. When you’re in a fandom as big as this, of course there’s gonna be some bad eggs, it’s inevitable.

ok so. !!DISCLAIMER!! i do not speak japanese, so if i say something incorrect then please correct me. i’ve done enough research to be sure that what im saying is right, but im only human, and sometimes, i might be wrong. so, take what im abt to say with a grain of salt. (just in case).

first off, it should be stated that gege akutami, the creator himself, is an avid bl fan (and ik what ur thinking, ‘oh, that doesn’t mean anything! just bc u read bl, it doesn’t mean you’re likely to write gay relationships into ur own manga!’ which is true, gege HAS said that he doesn’t want to write romance in jjk. HOWEVER, as much as i love stsg & see them in a romantic light, i do definitely think that the reason why their relationship feels so ambiguous is bc gege intentionally made it that way. i think he made their relationship up to the individual’s interpretation. And for ppl who’re thinking ‘why would he do that?’ well, he doesn’t like writing romance, right? so this is the next best thing he could do. and also i have to point out (in case ppl get defensive), gege literally does not and will never care if ppl ship stsg or not, again, he’s a bl fan and if anything - all of the evidence that im going to talk abt proves that he most likely ships stsg himself, so… 🤷‍♂️

2. i’d like to talk about s2’s op & ed which are HEAVILY romantically coded. If you don’t know, the op was written to be from gojo’s pov & vice versa with geto for the ed, the op in particular is a very special case. The song is explicitly abt reminiscing the past , wishing gojo had noticed geto’s sorrow sooner and it also mentions a ‘silent love’. the word ‘love’ being used here is ‘koi’ which EXCLUSIVELY means romantic love… now, since this song was specifically written with gojos pov in mind, doesnt it seem kind of weird to have the word for ‘romantic love’ in there?? (koi can be referred to as ‘young love’ or having a ‘crush’ on someone…. hm… ThAts WeIrD.) instead of using ‘ai’??? which would make more sense if stsg were just besties bc ai is more general and can be used towards friends & family.

and then ofc there’s the whole theme of ‘blue spring’. director park (who directed s1 & jjk 0) has stated in an interview that geto was gojo’s last warm spring of youth. now if you dont know, spring of youth/blue spring means a time in a young person’s life where they have hope and happiness… in animanga, it often means falling in love too… so judging by this, it seems very likely that gojo perhaps developed feelings for geto during their teen years together. Director park has also mentioned in an interview that gojo & geto’s relationship goes beyond ‘friendship’ & being ‘familial’. 👀

3. another clear indicator of gojo being in love w geto is the whole ‘love is the most twisted curse of all’ spiel he said to yuta. ‘but he could mean platonic love!!’ idk, considering yuta had romantic feelings for rika and hes discussing them with gojo & gojo knows this, dont u think it’d be a bit weird for him to mention geto here too? if they were just best friends?? (that’s not even mentioning the fact that gojo & geto’s relationship is supposed to parallel yuta & rika’s in jjk 0…)

4. and then ofc we have gojo saying his last words to geto, which were censored. now, correct me if im wrong but the ONLY times ive ever seen inaudible dialogue being mouthed to another character is when its a love confession mostly seen in romance anime. and like, there’s also no need at all for gojo’s last words to be censored in the first place. (although, i do suspect that his last words may play a major role in the future when he faces kenjaku.) what solidifies it for me being a love confession is that, 1. geto blushed after gojo said whatever it is that he said to him, (only in the manga tho, idk why they didnt make him blush in the movie but its whatever.) and geto replies with, depending on the translation, ‘at least curse me a little at the very end’ or ‘you should at least curse me at the end’. which heavily implies that gojo said something extremely sweet & heartfelt to him as his final words. and if thats not enough to convince u that gojo’s last words were indeed a love confession.. gojo’s eng VA HIMSELF, said that his last words when translated into english means three words… im not saying that gojo’s last words were specifically ‘i love you’ or anything like that, but i am definitely sure that whatever he said was a love confession/something very romantic in nature. bc why else would gege choose to draw geto blushing?? that wouldnt make any sense.

gojo also killed geto on the 24th of december, which in japan, is the most romantic day of the year & couples in japan treat christmas eve as kinda like a separate valentines day. even in the jjk manga recently, gojo offered to fight on dec 24th & kenjaku mocks him by saying how romantic it is… even gege himself acknowledges how romantic christmas eve is in japan, this enforces the idea that gege must’ve chosen dec 24th for a reason, bc why else would he have picked an extremely romantic date as not only the day where he fights kenjaku who is inhabiting geto’s body, but also making it the day geto died?? yall have to remember that all of this has been planned out by gege, none of it is a coincidence… he didn’t just come up with all of this on the spot, he’s been planning this stuff & thinking about it for literal years.

5. and finally, probably the BIGGEST piece of evidence there is, geto & gojo’s character songs. gege chose romantic break up songs for BOTH of them.. like im sorry but if stsg were rly truly only best friends, he would not have chosen those songs for them, it just doesnt make any sense.

conclusion: obviously, this probably isn’t every subtextually romantic thing about stsg’s relationship but these are all the things that i’ve noticed. again, if you see their relationship as purely platonic then that’s fine but don’t be assholes to people for seeing romantic subtext that’s quite clearly there. if i have missed anything out then please let me know and i’ll edit them into the post.

[leefl00f]

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Okay this is my first time venting abt this, so please forgive me. If you don’t want to read this, that’s fine just continue scrolling.

Oh? Still here? Alright

Okay, I’m gonna be honest with all of you, the “PSA” thing that happened months ago is still on my mind and I’m tired of pretending that I’ve moved on with it, bc I haven’t.

Now I know you all are possibly wondering “Floof that was months ago, why are you still holding on?”

If someone were to accuse you of such disgusting acts that caused some people to block you would you be bitter abt it too? And the answer varies but for me yes!

I have dedicated this blog to be as SFW as possible and for someone to say such a thing without doing the proper investigation themselves is disgusting to me.

They made me afraid of talking to others on the inbox without using anon in fear of being judged

Bc of them, my reputation to some is ruined, people blocked me bc of my interests, bc of the things I like. Bc of who I am….

But noo! They decided to make a post abt it and “warn” the others abt me whereas they could’ve talked to me abt it and get actual clarification

Then again, they also could’ve read my blog’s description. But they didn’t do that did they?

“Some blog looks weird to me but I don’t wanna talk abt it directly to them to get accurate answers? Post how nasty they are! A blog doesn’t come to my standards? Post abt it!” /sarcasm

But ofc I’d be the villain of the story if I speak out abt it (heck even harassed too!) but screw it I am.

I hate it when some people do that, this is immature behavior. And coming from a minor? That’s saying smth.

And the fact they literally had the audacity, to excuse agere and not tickling. (No hate/offense to those that are in the agere community)

the creator of said post had said “oh I think it was for comfort I excuse that” …excuse me?

Like as if tickling can’t be a comfort too?? As if agere can’t be a k!nk to some as well???? (Math ain’t mathing)

However, this could’ve been a mistake on my end with the tagging and filtering (I didn’t really know how it really worked back then). And if it’s the case I apologize.

But I just want to let off some steam on this situation, however, please do not attack or confront this person that made this assumption on my blog to those that know. I…honestly want an apology, something that won’t come ever in my life, and I’ve made my piece with that part.

I honestly try to be as nice and optimistic as I can on this blog but I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t bottle up my emotions anymore abt this. Call me toxic, a grudge holder, but honestly this hurt me so much (emotionally to why and how could someone do this).

But there are people out there in the world that do this for kicks and giggles. And all I can do is try to move on, but there is one thing that I’m grateful that God gave me. Being the mature one.

[shield-agent78]

Educational Desire

Parring: Debbie (OC) x Steve Rogers, Debie x Bucky Barnes, Debie x Peter Parker

Rating: Explicit 

Word Count: 1520

Warnings: NSFW, professor/student relations, language, flirtation, alcohol use, light BDSM, foursomes, voyeurism, oral sex (female and male receiving), anal sex, fingering, vaginal sex

Summary: Debbie is a college professor working within the Avenger’s compound. Her classes are usually full of cadets needing to learn another language. However, when Peter, Steve and Bucky decide to take her class, their reasons are far from educational. Can Debbie let down her guard, allowing herself to find the man or men of her dreams? Will the guys make a play for their professor? 

Chapter 6 of 6

A/N: Special thanks to my wonderful beta readers and support system @sapientesgladio and @annaofthenorthernlights   All characters in this story are over 21.

Created For: @julybreakbingo / heavy breathing/grunting/groaning/grunting/gasping / foreplay @pparkerbingo/ kink discovery I5  @ultimatechrisbingo / that’s America's Ass  N4 @anyfandomgoesbingo / title of your sex tape B2

“Have you jerked off today? If not, I want to help you.” Debbie’s new self confidence is extremely sexy. Her words dripped like honey. Her eyes focused upon Steve as to challenge him to make his long anticipated move. 

Steve’s smirk tells Deb he finds it irresistible as hell. “No, baby girl, I haven’t. I rather cum in you.” His ocean blue eyes run over her body, sending delightful shivers down to her core. 

She takes a step closer to Steve, who is now standing in the middle of the kitchen with a teasing smirk. “You’re a sassy ass.” 

“That’s America’s ass, to you.”

“Um, do you realize that sounds like the title to your sex tape.. if you had one, of course.” 

“What makes you think I don’t, Doll?” Now it was her turn to blush. She felt the heat reach her cheeks, knowing Steve was getting to her. 

Buck leans his back on the bar, sipping his whisky. “You walked right into that one,” he jokes.

“Oh, who asked you anyway?” Deb mutters, trying to gain composure. 

Bucky places the tumbler onto the counter. He makes three large strides towards Deb. “You were the one who asked me to judge this little flirting match of yours.” He runs his hungry eyes over her body, his cock twitching in anticipation.  “Considering we all have put the moves on you, doll face, I don’t understand why we haven’t got a room and fucked it out yet.” 

“With lots of cums from me, baby,” adds Peter from his seat.

Buck re-approaches her again with his play, as his voice drops an octave as he asks, "Are you a morning person or a moaning person? Can we figure it out?" He thumbs Deb’s lower lip, making her blush while her goddess fans herself swooning. Bucky smirks at his success, backing up once more, leaning against the counter.  

The guys didn’t play fair. They had her turned on her body, wanting them to take her now. She gains her composure, clearing her throat nervously. “You just might find out, Sergeant Barnes.” Her voice slightly shakes with anticipation. Bucky gives her a wink, adjusting himself with his right hand to relieve the pressure of his growing erection. 

Peter bites his bottom lip while undressing Debbie with his eyes. "Are you my homework? Because I wanna slam you on a desk and do you twice because I put my name in the wrong place.” He knows with just one glance he has won her over. “Stupid geography test….”

Oh, God, what had she gotten herself into? Debbie thinks as her inner goddess applauses and pats Deb on the shoulder. Good girl, you got them to prove their points! Now, go get them!  “You guys are to the point.” 

“Nope, it’s amazing how long we can last,” Steve adds. Deb's mind echoes the previous question, she thought to herself.

Steve and Bucky exchange glances. Buck nods towards Peter. “I’m game. Pete, how about you?” 

“Anything Deb wants is perfect with me. Besides, a hottie in my bed is always well-treated.” His lust-filled eyes run over her body. Debbie backs up nervously while her inner goddess is giving a fist pump.

Steve salutes up to her, grabbing hold of her waistband, not letting her back away from him. His lips meld with hers and that’s all it takes for her to melt. Bucky and Pete senses it immediately, stripping quickly. She’s lost in his kiss as he backs her up to the small dinette table. He lifts her effortlessly upon the table and then pulls off her pants. 

 "I'm buying you skirts from now on," Bucky whispers into Debbie’s ear as his teeth nip at her neck. 

Peter hastily unbuttons her blouse and the intimate lacy articles underneath. They are discarded to the floor, allowing him to enjoy a beautiful view. His eagerness slowed as he cups her soft breasts, admiring them. “Fuck, your tits are beautiful, baby.” Debbie gasps as he latches his mouth on the right, giving it the love it deserves as his hand plays with her left nipple. 

Debbie’s fingers immediately go to Peter’s hair, tugging it gently, not wanting him to stop. As Peter moans during the act, the reverberations and sound causes the desire to pool in her lower abdomen.

Steve kneels before her. His naughty tongue circles her clit as two fingers dive into her divine wetness. “Fuck baby, all this for us?” Bucky palms his hard cock while his wet tongue dances with Debbie’s.

 She tilts her head backwards, a breathy “Ye-yes,” falling from her lips.

“Yes, what?” He demands. His thumb hovering over her sensitive nub, she could feel the heat from him but him not touching her clit caused her to whine.

“Y-es, Captain,”  she answers obediently.

“Good girl.”  Steve then rubs his thumb in circular motions on her clitoris. Giving the good girl what she deserves.

“Buck mmm — you need to feel how tight her pussy is.” 

“You want me to do that, baby girl?” Bucky husks against the shell of her ear, before nipping her lobe.

“Mm yes, Sergeant.” 

“Which hand?” 

“Left,” she stutters.

 “Looks like our girl has a metal arm kink.” He moves to kneel beside Steve, who has removed his fingers, while keeping his hot tongue teasing her roused pearl.  Cool metal fingers dive into her warm pussy, causing an excited shudder to radiate through her body. “You’re so wet, Draga.” Buck curls his long fingers, pumping them slowly at first, then faster.

Debbie moans loudly, giving Peter’s tongue the chance to slither in and kiss her deeply.The sensual sounds from her causes his arousal to harden. Eagerly, he swallows each of her moans while he grasps his cock. “Looks like we are finding more kinks,” he states after breaking the kiss.

The overstimulation from the men sends desire coursing through her veins as she comes undone under the special care of her lovers. Bucky maintains eye contact with her, removes his fingers and licks them. 

Peter picks Debbie up, carrying her into his bedroom as the others follow.  He lays her on the bed like an honored porn star as the three climb onto the mattress. Deb sits up, motioning to the men with a come hither finger, scooting back with a teasing smile. 

Peter grabs her ankle, pulling her gently toward the three as she giggles. “Baby, tell us what you want.” Her eyes darken with excitement. 

“I want you to fuck my mouth. Steve to fuck my pussy and Bucky to fuck my ass.” 

Steve’s eyes darken as he gets comfortable on the bed. He pats his lap pulling Debbie to straddle his waist. She runs her eyes over his girth's length. “All aboard, Sweetheart, it’s all yours.” She leans down to kiss him as her fair falls around his face like a veil. Her pussy welcoming his length as one would a long-lost friend. Steve places his hands upon her waist. 

Bucky grabs the lube from the nightstand, running a generous amount over his flesh, fingers pumping them into her ass. Deb whimpers as he replaces them with his cock.  Steve begins to thrust upward and Bucky inward. 

Peter moves close holding his weeping cock to her lips. Deb licks her lips and then takes him into her moist mouth. “Ohhh fuck,” he curses,as he grasps her hair and tugs it tightly.

Pornographic noises radiate through the small space. Steve helps her ride him with ease. Bucky thrusts into his lover, making sure they are both satisfied. Peter fucks her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. The way her body takes each man has them panting. Steve’s cock presses against her sweet spot while Deb bucks her hips backwards towards Bucky. Her body is close to unbridled passion. 

Steve fondles her breasts, moaning while Bucky reaches around to rub her clit. Peter places one hand on her neck, adding a small amount of pressure. One more thrust has her body quaking around her lovers. Steve and Bucky have filled her with their cum, nestled deep inside her.  The warm sensation causes Debbie to moan loudly around Peter's cock. He hits the back of her throat, his hot cum coating its prize. 

Debbie collapses, her body spent.   Steve cuddles her close to his chest as they come down from their highs. Fingertips run gently over her back. 

Bucky retrieves a wet cloth for each cleaning Debbie first. She hums gratefully, keeping her eyes closed as the moist fabric grazes her lady parts.  He lays down beside Steve resting a hand on Debbie’s ass. Peter lies on the opposite side of Steve beside Debbie, resting his arm around her waist. 

“Hi, princess—” Peter brushes her sweaty hair out of her face, kissing her gently on her lips. Steve plants a kiss upon her forehead, as well as Bucky.

“Mmm, hi,” she opens her eyes slightly, gazing upon Peter’s face. 

“Rest, we’ll be here when you wake up,” Peter reassures her. Deb smiles softly, her eyes fluttering close. It’s only moments before falling asleep in her lovers arms. 

[showtoonzfan]

Accidentally deleted an ask regarding the scene with Blitz coming onto Stolas in “The Circus”, since I wasn’t finished typing and I accidentally posted it. Ugh, I apologize to that person, Tumblr needs to stop deleting the ask ALTOGETHER if you delete a post with an ask in it. Anyway, they made a good point with how uncomfortable it was and how Viv wants to portray Stolitz as hot and quirky, meanwhile Val and Angel are 100% bad. That I agree with, it’s very hypocritical of Viv to take certain themes like sexual assault seriously in HH, only to downplay it completely different in HB. Since the ask got deleted, I’ll just say my thoughts here on the Stolas and Blitz scene. So….at first yes, I was one of those people who went “Stolas is clearly drunk and not in his right mind”- when this scene came on, however I will admit that I now don’t necessarily think it’s 100% safe to say that Stolas was drunk. Sure, we see him gargle down a strong alcoholic drink, but between the time stamp there and the time he took Blitz into his room, I don’t think that’s enough time for the alcohol to fully kick in. I think it’s same to say that he was drunk either midway his and Blitz’s fuck session, or afterwards. However, wether drunk or not, Blitz was clearly in the wrong for that scene, he clearly wanted to take advantage of the situation he was in, and lured Stolas in to get to his book. It obviously wasn’t a smart decision since Stolas WOULD be drunk soon and already had strong alcohol in his system, so it only made the scene more ewey.

However, a problem I personally had with this scene altogether is that even though Blitz is the one who came onto Stolas, I still found it so weird that Stolas started the conversation with “You came here to ravish me didn’t you?” Not just that, but the fan servicey lovey dovey sparkles when he first saw Blitz.

It just never made any sense to me, because when did these feelings kick off for Stolas? When did he find a sexual attraction to Blitz? Where did these feelings even STEM from? These two (at the time) have not seen in eachother in 25 years, the last time being when they were CHILDREN. Then….Stolas reunites with him, and all of a sudden is just….completely in love and lustful towards Blitz. You may go “Oh well Stolas was clearly blushing around Blitz when he met him as a child so that’s probably where the feelings came from”- but not only does that not make any sense since Stolas never SAW Blitz after that or even made the effort to contact him if he really had a strong feeling, but I don’t even SEE Stolas’s blushy scenes as him being in love. One…he’s a small child, it felt more like puppy love, and two, he clearly expresses later in the episode how happy he was that Blitz was his first friend, so that’s how I see it, he was just happy to have a friend, NOT in love. The only reason he was blushing was for fan service honestly, regardless if it made sense or not. Moving that aside, Stolas states later that he was only “teasing” about the ravishing part, but honestly…..who JOKES about that?? Who reunites with a friend they used to know years ago, and just randomly is all like “Lol, wanna fuck? Jk I’m just kidding!”. I’m nitpicking and y’all can disagree with me, but that’s personally how I feel. Then Stolas goes from that to someone who doesn’t want it, when he was acting all nervous when Blitz came onto him, and that ALSO makes no sense to me, especially when you take into consideration that Viv is clearly trying to show that Stolas feels something for Blitz, judging by the pink outline and harp music when they meet in the screenshot above. So does he love him, or does he not Viv? It also doesn’t help that the scene overall is all over the place, just like HezuNeutral had said in her critique video, the dialogue flips back and fourth, with Stolas saying he has a good memory, only for him to reveal that he doesn’t remember Blitz’s name, only to THEN show that he remembers Blitz’s name having an “O” at the end. Like…if you’re tying to show us that they barley know one another or aren’t connected anymore, why have Stolas flirt? Why have the romantic music?

But yeah, the worst of all of this is the near sex scene, where Blitz bites Stolas and that…all of a sudden attracts some strong sexual feelings, because again, where did this come from? But most importantly, Stolas admitting that he’s happy, getting off to the fact that they used to be friends, so he’s giddy someone wants him this way. Blitz then feels bad, and screws him out of pity, and the writers want us to see that Blitz is clearly taking advantage of STOLAS and his feelings. And…he is but…dear god it was such a horrible writing choice. The writers clearly did this so they can alter Stolas and Blitz’s relationship, where instead of Stolas being the one in power who wanted someone to fulfill his fantasies due to his failing unsatisfactory marriage, he’s now this “HELPLESS Uwu sad bean who fell in love with Blitz but baddy Blitz never LOVED HIM AND MADE HIM THINK HE DID!”>>😫😭

And it’s all a load of bullshit, trying to make BLITZ be the one in the wrong when Stolas was the one who constantly treated him like a sex slave in the first place, and yes I get that Blitz is also a bad person who’s using Stolas as well, but for the writers to portray Blitz as the one who broke Stolas’s poor uwu heart and instead paint HIM as the victim, pisses me off. The writers cannot call Stolas out PROPERLY for the love of all things holy, and I hate how they’ll continue to excuse his actions and suck him off, portraying him as a helpless lonely bean even though in truth he’s just a selfish horny pervert who can’t take a hint that someone doesn’t like him. Everyone keeps pulling the “He doesn’t know how to love” card, so if he truly doesn’t, would you mind calling him out on that? Because just because someone doesn’t know how love works, that doesn’t excuse anything, or the way they treat someone. It’s also funny how the writers insist that Stolas gained these romantic feelings for Blitz first, when in actuality when never SEE any of that. Again, when did the feelings kick off? Off fucking screen?? I can’t with this show’s horrible storytelling, this ship just keeps going further down the drain as every episode passes and nothing the writers can say or even show me can convince me that these two should be together, wether they paint it in a completely different light or not. “The Circus” definitely retconned the ship, and “Seeing Stars” just….erased everything I guess, though I bet Viv will go back to her forced emotional more serious scenes in the next episode. Fact is, I’m just done with this ship lol, it’s toxic, it has no buildup, it’s gross, and it’s horribly written. The fans can call me homophobic and throw a baby fit on twitter for all I care, the writing for this show is ass.

[schrijverr]

I Found Myself a Cheerleader 16

Chapter 16 out of 28

Bumped to the lowest step on the social ladder after his fight with Billy, Steve gets roped in with the cheer team. What starts as a favor to help them out when one member breaks her leg in turn for protection from the brunt of the bullying, sets the universe on a different path.

In this chapter, Chrissy finally reaches out again, telling those who know about what truly happens in Hawkins that something else is afoot. At the same time, the death of a star basketball player rocks the town and forces Eddie and Steve to face each other again for the first time since their fight.

On AO3.

Ships: steddie & buckingham

Warnings: death mention, general season 4 shenanigans

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Chapter 16: The Boathouse

Lucas had been amazing at his game and Steve genuinely thinks that spring break might be a fresh start for all of them.

He and Robin clock to work that morning, still giggling about Tammy Thompson of all people that had shown up last night. Still as muppety as ever. Steve can’t bring himself to feel bad about how he ignored his date to joke with Robin, especially because Chrissy caught their eye while they were doing it and gave a real smile for the first time in weeks.

They’re stocking shelves when the door rings and Chrissy is there. Actually there. Seeking them out. Them!

Both of them freeze for a moment, before Steve breaks out in a smile of relief and goes to hug her, as he exclaims: “Chris! Oh my god, how are you?”

Chrissy is quiet for a second, then Steve feels how she starts to tremble in his arms. The relief at her appearance making place for worry as he holds her close and makes panicked eyes at Robin, who returns them twofold. He starts to whisper placating comments, leading Chrissy to the counter as he lets out silent tears.

Steve gets her up on the counter, signaling Robin to go sit next to her. She gives him big eyes in return and he glares at her to go. No time to panic about having a crush on the girl you’re comforting, because Chrissy is still crying.

Fortunately, Robin goes, awkwardly wrapping an arm around Chrissy as she says: “It’s okay, we’re here. I don’t know how comforting that is, we’re both idiots, but, I mean, it is something. Because we lo- care for you, you know. And we want you to not be crying. Not that you should stop. Well, you should, because I want you to not be sad, but crying is good sometimes too. Like, healthily expressing emotions is good and I- I am going to shut up now.”

As she always does when Robin rambles, Chrissy giggles. Though right now it sounds more like a wet chuckle. She wipes her eyes and softly says: “I’m sorry about that.”

“No need to apologize,” Steve tells her. “Wanna talk about it?”

“It’s just-” Chrissy takes a breath and makes a helpless gesture as she figures out what she wants to say, before asking: “Do you ever feel like you’re losing your mind?”

“Uhm,” both Steve and Robin look at each other. Their eyes reflect Russian bunkers, a monster made of flesh, Dustin singing over the radio and crashing a car together on purpose.

“Just on a daily basis,” Robin offers. “I mean, I am friends with King Steve and Cheer Queen Chrissy Cunningham. I play trumpet. That should be illegal.”

That makes Chrissy laugh again, this time less wetly. “I feel like you know me better than just cheer queen,” she says, turning a little more serious as she goes on. “What should be illegal is how I ignored you two. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sure you had your reasons,” Robin immediately offers, obviously wanting to make Chrissy feel good about herself again.

Steve, however, isn’t wearing rose tinted glasses and can say: “Yeah. I’m sure you did. You can tell us, you know, if anything we did upset you. We won’t judge.”

“Oh, no, it’s not you guys, not at all,” Chrissy quickly says, her arms waving about, much to the relief of both Steve and Robin. Steve had been pretty sure it wasn’t them, but days of Robin’s worrying might have put him on edge a little.

“Then what happened?” Steve asks.

“Anything we can do?” Robin adds.

Chrissy looks between them as she bites her lip, obviously deciding whether or not to tell them what’s been going on. Without meaning to Steve holds his breath, letting out a relieved sigh when Chrissy says: “Okay, yeah, uhm, alright. Just- Just promise you won’t think I’m crazy.”

“We won’t,” Robin promises. “Seriously. Never. You have to get like really out there to get us to not believe you.”

“Yeah, exactly,” Steve agrees, before Robin can say too much about things they are not allowed to talk about, because the government will quite literally come for them. God, he loves Robin but her lack of filter around people she likes is bad for his health.

“Okay,” Chrissy nods again after studying both of them for a moment, believing their promises to be true, thank fuck. “Okay, yeah, so I- I, uhm, have been seeing things. Like, I’ll be a school and hear my mom or I’ll hear a clock. It’s just really weird and I’m- I’m so scared.”

Robin pulls her closer in a comforting manner, looking at Steve to find words, because she might make it worse with her medical rambles. However, something is bugging Steve and he only frowns and asks: “Your mom?”

“Yeah,” Chrissy says. “I was at school in the bathroom and suddenly it went all grayish and it was like she was banging on the door, yelling at me about,” her voice gets smaller, “you know, food stuff. But she sounded all wrong. It was-” she looks unsure, then finishes “It felt like I was in another dimension.”

The world freezes alongside the blood in Steve’s veins.

There are a million things he wants to say, a thousand questions he wants to ask, a hundred denials playing on his lips. But none of them come out as he stands there, glued to the ground.

Robin sends him a look. He has told her about the Upside Down, but she has never experienced it beyond the Mind Flayer. She hasn’t seen a monster crawl out of the walls, lights flickering around her, she hasn’t been attacked by demodogs on a bus, accepting that they day might be her last and she hasn’t felt the cloying air of the tunnels.

She just doesn’t know the full extend that statement has. What it might mean. How the fear has gripped at Steve’s heart at those words. So it is quiet, the words hanging into the air.

Chrissy shifts under Steve’s stare as behind him the TV plays, though he isn’t hearing it past the rushing in his ear. It is clear she wants to say something – Robin too, but she has enough sense that she can’t in front of Chrissy – however, before she can the bell of the door rings again.

All of them snap their eyes towards it. Unable to glare at whoever broke this important and pivotal moment, all of them feeling like they’ve been caught.

In the threshold are Dustin and Max. And with everything, it is a relief to see the two, even if they look out of breath and add to the foreboding sense of dread that has taken a hold of Steve.

Max’s eyes glance up at the TV and Steve follows, now registering what the news anchor has been saying. A murder has been committed. Someone died last night. Then he registers the trailer on the screen is Eddie’s and he feels sick. What is happening? What has brought Dustin and Max here to Family Video today?

“How many phones do you have?” Dustin asks, sounding like he had done in ‘84 outside the Wheeler house.

“Two. Why?” Steve answers.

“Technically three, if you count Keith’s,” Robin adds, more with the program and he is so grateful to her right now.

Dustin and Max share a look, before agreeing that three works. Then they invade the counter and take over the computer without explaining, ruining all the work he and Robin have done today and making Chrissy close off again.

“What are you doing?” Steve demands. He has to get his racing thoughts in order and figure out what is going on. Right now. He wants answers.

“Setting up a base of operations here,” Dustin answers, giving him exactly zero information.

“Base of operations?” Steve questions, not liking how it sounds. Also not liking how Dustin starts typing on the computer while ignoring Steve. This is so not happening right now. He tries to get him to stop. “Get off.”

“I need it,” Dustin counters, glaring at Steve.

“For what?” Steve exclaims, getting exasperated with how Dustin isn’t explaining anything. He has just heard Chrissy say different dimensions, someone died at Eddie’s trailer and Dustin and Max are here with the looks of people who know something is wrong and Steve needs answers. Right. Now.

“Eddie’s friends’ phone numbers,” Dustin explains, though it isn’t really an explanation and Steve is getting fed up with these non-answers.

Robin luckily catches onto it and continues the interrogation before Steve can explode. “Calling Eddie’s friends is an emergency?”

“Correct!” Dustin says.

“Please just explain yourselves,” Robin yells, the volume stopping Dustin’s typing and making both him and Max turn to look at where she’s still sitting on the counter next to Chrissy.

“The person that died is Patrick, I saw him enter the trailer with Eddie last night when I fed the neighbor’s dog some scraps,” Max tells them. “We want to find Eddie before the cops do. No, we need to find him.”

Next to her Dustin nods vigorously, but Steve is send reeling again. The police thinks Eddie has killed someone. Killed Patrick. Holy shit that’s Lucas’ friend Patrick. Was Lucas there? Is he okay? Fuck, did Eddie do it? No, right? He won’t. Eddie wouldn’t hurt a fly. Too nice. Always too nice to everyone.

His silence, however, is interpreted way differently by Dustin, who has never known that Steve ever knew Eddie, beyond their fake rivalry that turned real. He says: “You think Eddie’s guilty, don’t you?”

“Whoa, whoa,” Steve says, but before he can say more, Dustin demands: “Max, tell them what you saw.”

Max glares at him, then looks at Steve like she is bringing terrible news as she admits: “A little after they went inside, the lights flickered. We have shitty electricity, I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but it was about the time of the murder.”

“Fuck,” Steve breathes. Pieces float in his mind in a way that will click together if he has the peace to think clearly for a moment.

“What’s happening?” Chrissy asks, sounding scared. She isn’t used to the insanity of the party, not to mention the Upside Down.

Steve would love to comfort her right now, but he isn’t in the mindset to do so and Robin is right there anyway, so he just says: “Chrissy, I need you to repeat what you told me and Rob. About what you felt in that bathroom.”

Chrissy looks at him like he’s insane and he probably does look a little out of his mind, but Robin has his back, encouraging Chrissy and telling her it’s okay.

Dustin and Max both frown as they study Chrissy curiously, who flushes in embarrassment, before saying: “It felt like I was in a different dimension.”

“Holy shit,” Dustin repeats, urgency creeping back in his voice: “We need to find Eddie, right now.”

“I know,” Steve says, pushing Dustin back to the computer and saying: “Type and think. Did Eddie ever mention a hiding place?”

Immediately Dustin goes back to typing, Max already picking up the phone to call whatever number Dustin will rattle off as Steve wracks his brain, thinking off all those late nights they shared. If Eddie ever mentioned a safe place. A hiding place.

He can feel Robin’s eyes tracking him, Chrissy’s too. They know how he is still a bit of a mess over Eddie and now he is in trouble. Though Robin is the one that understands, Chrissy still looks a bit overwhelmed and unsure about what the hell is going on.

She has already been forgotten about by Max and Dustin, but Steve hears her ask: “What the hell is going on? Are we really going to look for him? He might be a killer.”

“If we’re right about what’s going on, he isn’t,” Steve tells her. “But I can’t tell you more until we’re sure, because it could be dangerous.”

“What?” Chrissy swallows, sounding scared and like she thinks they’re all insane.

“Don’t worry about it,” Robin assures her. “Trust me. It sounds crazy, but we’ve done something like this before. Well, not this, of course, we don’t even know what this is, but it’s going to be just fine, promise.”

Chrissy looks skeptic at Robin’s words, but decides to keep to the background, watching them all with cautious eyes. Steve feels bad about keeping her out of the loop, while also dragging her along with them, but if she has seen something already, she’s in danger and safer with them.

A few customers come in, giving the hubbub at the register a weird look. Robin is still stuck next to Chrissy, so Steve tries to distract them, so they won’t hear what they’re doing. Who they are looking for.

When a girl comes in and starts flirting with him, he reaches his limit. He is worried about Chrissy, he is worried about Eddie, he is scared out of his mind about the Upside Down being back and he is terrified to all hell. He doesn’t want to pretend to be into this girl right now. He can’t.

So, he snaps: “I don’t know what kind of movie you wanna watch. We organize them by genre, I’m sure you’re capable of picking on your own.”

The girl looks shocked and a little offended, before stomping away as Steve deflates slightly. He didn’t mean to make her upset, he just needs some room to think. To breathe.

Robin appears next to him, Chrissy clinging onto her, having apparently decided Robin is her anchor in all this. Robin takes his hand and softly asks: “Are you okay?”

“Not really,” Steve admits, taking a deep breath. “I’m- I- I can’t think right now.”

“Hey, Eddie is going to be fine,” Robin says and while Steve knows he’s worried about Eddie, it’s not until she says that that it hits him.

Eddie is in trouble.

Big trouble. Upside Down trouble. He could be in danger, he could be taken by whatever had hurt Patrick, he could be dead. This isn’t jocks coming after him for being a freak or getting busted with his drugs.

“Fuck, I wish I could still get high and forget all this shit,” he groans, hating how the thought of being high makes him nervous ever since Starcourt.

He remembers Eddie offering him a joint a few times, Steve always rejected with a smile, hoping Eddie won’t take offense. After a few times, Eddie had asked if he doesn’t smoke and Steve had been nervous to say no, wanting to be cool, but unable to lie to Eddie when he seemed so sincere about it. So he told Eddie he didn’t really want to no and Eddie had smiled and said that it was all okay, joking: “Rick won’t mind if I sell instead of share my stash, sweetheart.”

“Rick, Reefer Rick,” he says, not having heard if Robin or Chrissy replied to his comment, having been lost in thought.

“Who’s that?” Robin frowns.

“It’s the guy Eddie gets his drugs from,” Steve explains, as he rushes to the register, pushing Dustin aside, who squawks. “He might have an account here.”

“Who?” Dustin asks, both him and Robin leaning over Steve’s shoulder to look along.

“Reefer Rick, Eddie’s drug guy,” Steve says.

“Of course you know the drug guy,” Dustin rolls his eyes, which Steve ignores. He doesn’t blame Dustin for being on edge, so is he and it’s not like Dustin has a reason to think Steve would know that because of any other reason.

So, he just ignores it as they go through the list to find the Rick that is like Reefer Rick. Steve feels relief when they find the guy. Eddie is not out in the wind anymore.

Even though both he and Robin need this job, neither of them think twice about closing up the store and getting into Steve’s car. He doesn’t know if Eddie will be happy to see them, if he is in a dangerous mindset, if he will be mad or scared. It makes him anxious, but he is also anxious to see Eddie, to make sure no monster has crawled out of he wall and gotten to him.

The house is old and creaky and no matter how much Dustin bangs on the door, no one opens. Steve also wants Eddie to open the door, but knows better than that, so he just peers in and hopes he’ll see signs of life, but it is dead inside. Empty.

Fuck, what if Eddie isn’t in here? What if he is dead, something Steve has realized could be, but hasn’t fully entertained as an actual possibility. But the news hadn’t said a name. It could be Eddie’s body that they found.

God, he might be spiraling now. His breath isn’t fully happening correctly and he feels like he can jump out of his skin.

Before his breakdown can take an embarrassing turn, Robin points out the shack that is off to the side and the little bit of hope is enough to get Steve’s feet moving again.

The shack is easily broken into, but looks abandoned at first glance. An uneasy feeling hanging in the air. Steve regrets not going to pick up his nail bat, they don’t know what Eddie might be hiding from. Needing to have some sort of weapon, he picks up an oar and starts poking with it. From his fights with Billy, he remembers how crucial it is to have his hands free when attacked.

“What are you doing?” Dustin asks as Steve pokes the tarp. He pokes it again and Dustin repeats: “What are you doing?”

“He might be in here,” Steve counters, not thinking that Eddie killed anyone, but certain that he is on edge, dangerous. Not alone, perhaps.

“So take the tarp off,” Dustin tells him.

Steve doesn’t have the energy to explain why that would be a bad idea, so he just scowls: “If you’re so brave, you take the tarp off,” to put the twerp in his place.

“Hey, look over here,” Max suddenly speaks up and Steve turns as Robin and Chrissy follow Max to look at her findings. “Someone was here.”

“Maybe he heard us. Got spooked and ran,” Robin suggests, as Chrissy huddles closer to her while glancing around with scared eyes.

“Don’t worry. Steve will get him with his oar,” Dustin snipes.

“I know you think you’re being funny,” Steve replies, not one to be insulted by a kid, whom he knows has no sense of self preservation, “but considering almost everyone in this room has nearly died a hundred times, personally, I don't find it funny in the slight-”

Without warning Steve gets cut off, a cacophony of sound all around him as he is put off balance and marched backwards.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,” Steve yells, scrambling against the hands holding him, recognizing Eddie and hoping he’ll realize it’s Steve and stop his attack. However, he doesn’t get his hopes up after their last conversation.

Eddie pins him to the wall, broken bottle under his chin as he threatens him. Steve now remembers how Eddie stood up to Billy, the strength hidden under that leather jacket. So, Steve is literally trapped and at his mercy.

The look in Eddie’s eyes is a little wild, looking like a cornered animal, scared and ready to fight to get away from it all.

Steve is quite terrified, but he can admit that the display of strength is hot and even in this disheveled state, Eddie looks beautiful. God, Steve has missed those brown eyes close to his, missed Eddie’s warmth, missed Eddie.

However, he is still aware of the danger of the situation and after the disorientating charge, sound is slowly filtering in again. He hears Dustin’s frantic voice plead: “Eddie! Stop! Eddie. Eddie. It's me, it’s Dustin. This is Steve. He’s not going to hurt you, right, Steve?”

“Right, yeah,” Steve agrees, realizing that he is likely the most dangerous in Eddie’s eyes and he hates how that is what he did to Eddie. That he made him scared of Steve.

“Steve, why don’t you drop the oar,” Dustin suggest in a way that is more a demand.

Slowly Steve moves to drop the oar, well aware that a wrong move could end up with his throat sliced open. However, it’s not slow enough. Eddie pushes against him again and a small, horny part of Steve has to work to not make a more embarrassing noise than a groan.

“He’s cool, he’s cool,” Dustin assures Eddie when he presses against Steve and it’s so like him to still have Steve’s back, despite all his digs and ribbing. You die, I die.

“I’m cool, Eds, I’m cool,” Steve assures Eddie, looking into his eyes intently. “I promise. I’m here to help. I’m so sorry.”

There is something in Eddie’s eyes as he hears Steve’s voice. Steve can feel Eddie’s hands trembling where he is pinning Steve to the wall. No dimples in sight and frown lines that are usually not there, break Steve’s heart. Those beautiful eyes look too haunted for this kind soul.

“What are you doing here?” Eddie asks, it sounds like it was meant to be a demand, but his voice is too fucked up for it to come across like that.

“We’re looking for you,” Dustin jumps in, trying to calm the situation. Out of everyone here, he is the closest to Eddie and Eddie is most likely to listen to him.

“We’re here to help,” Robin adds, sounding like she’s terrified for Steve, a sentiment he appreciates, especially when he hears Chrissy soft squeak.

“Eddie, these are my friends,” Dustin goes on. “You know Robin. From band.”

And Steve hears Robin do her stupid trumpet impression that still isn’t funny, but right now he just loves her for it.

“This is my friend, Max,” Dustin moves on and Steve can’t hear her, but she must do something. “The one who never wants to play DnD. And that’s Chrissy. From cheer. You know Chrissy right, Eddie?”

Eddie nods, it’s small, but it’s there and Steve’s heartbeat slows down. Whatever is happening right now, Eddie at least isn’t going to murder Steve because he’s scared and Steve has been an asshole to him.

Dustin is desperate as he says: “Eddie. We’re on your side. I swear on my mother.”

Steve hears the other’s echo it and he catches Eddie’s gaze and gives a soft smile: “Yeah, on Dustin’s mother.”

That gets a small snort out of Eddie – it’s not the deep, rumbling laugh that Steve adores, but it is a something, a bit that fills up a crack – as Eddie lets him go.

Without Eddie holding him up, Steve collapses. His legs are jelly and his heart rate is still a bit too high to be comfortable. Chrissy and Robin are by his side immediately, checking him over and making sure he is okay.

A little bit away, Eddie is curled into himself on the ground and Steve wants to go over to comfort him, but he’s not sure if it will be welcome. So, he keeps to the back as Dustin says: “We just want to talk.” He reaches for the bottle, retreating when Eddie is unwilling to let go. “Okay.”

“We want to know what happened,” Robin says and Steve glad she is asking questions, because he is desperate to know and unsure where he stands.

“You won’t believe me,” Eddie says and Steve knows the feeling. Remembering coming back to school after the Byers house and someone in the basketball team asking if he was okay. How he didn’t have the words. He still doesn’t know what to say.

“Try us,” Max says and Steve is glad she knows what to say, that she can make Eddie look up a bit of hope among the fear on his face.

Eddie looks around at that, eyes landing on Steve, who gives him an encouraging look. He wishes he could reach out and touch, but Eddie quickly snaps his eyes away and hunches in on himself as he takes a deep breath.

“Patrick, he-” Eddie starts, swallowing. “He wanted to buy drugs. Said he wanted to forget about life for a bit and hey, that’s my whole business. I thought it was just weed, but he wanted something stronger, so he came by my trailer.”

As he remembers what happened, he looks visibly shaken. Small and scared. It looks wrong on Eddie, who has always been so confident and bigger than life. Without thinking about it, Steve scoots a little closer to offer come comfort.

Eddie glances at him and Steve holds his breath, then he leans in a bit, before going on: “I went to grab shit, he was unresponsive. Like he couldn’t hear me. Then his body just like lifted up into air and, uh… And he just like hung there.” He swallows again. “And his bones- he-” Eddie whimpers, a quiet broken sound. “His bones started to snap. His eyes, man. It- it was like there was something like inside his head. Pulling.”

“I- I didn’t know what to do,” Eddie stammers, looking guilty at the confession. “So, I- I ran away. I left him there.” He looks around. “You all think I’m crazy, right?”

Chrissy looks like she’s about to say yes, so Steve gets ahead of her and says: “No, we don’t think you’re crazy.”

“Don’t bullshit me, man. I know how this sounds,” Eddie yells, standing up at if he needs to move to deal with it all. He has always been fidgety.

“We’re not bullshitting you,” Max says.

“We believe you,” Robin adds.

“Why do we do that?” Chrissy asks in a quiet voice and Eddie gestures to her as if to say ‘see, she’s at least sane here.’

“Look,” Dustin starts, “what I'm about to tell you might be a little difficult to take. You know how people say Hawkins is cursed?” Eddie nods as Dustin explains. “They’re not way off. There’s another world. A world hidden beneath Hawkins. Sometimes it bleeds into ours.”

“Like ghosts and shit?” Eddie asks, looking skeptical.

“There are some things worst than ghosts,” Max says and Steve knows what she is thinking off, putting a hand on her shoulder to comfort her.

“It’s been a fucked up few years,” Steve says, hoping to loosen a bit of tension with the wording, though not changing the subject.

“Wait, you’ve seen something like what Eddie said before?” Chrissy asks, sounding horrified.

“Yeah,” Robin says. “We’ve seen something like this before. Lot more than just seeing, if I’m honest. Not exactly like this of course, but similar, right guys? Sorry, I haven’t been part of the club for long.”

“Yeah, we have,” Dustin nods. “I had a lizard that was actually a demodog, this creature from another dimension that nearly killed Steve in the junkyard.”

“Nearly killed me and Lucas too,” Max scowls.

“It was friendly,” Dustin protests.

Steve can see both Chrissy and Eddie look a bit terrified and confused, so he cuts both of them off with a: “Okay, no more talking from you two. That shit still haunts my nightmares.”

He turns back to Eddie, a flash of understanding crossing over the other’s eyes as both of them remember that night when Eddie drove Steve to Robin. Eddie cocks his head as if to ask was that that? And Steve gives a crooked smile that says ‘sadly, yes.’

“Don’t tell me to shut up,” Dustin scowls. “Besides, it was totally badass too.”

“Just explain the Upside Down a bit for Chris and Eds,” Steve sighs.

“Eds,” Dustin repeats with an odd look, which both Eddie and Steve ignore, until Dustin moves on to explain the basics. It’s not a good explanation, since none of them really know what’s happening now and Dustin wasn’t there for the Byers house, the attack on the lab or all that happened outside the bunker for the summer.

So, when he is done Eddie and Chrissy look confused, but that is better than being scared. Though Eddie still looks a bit green around the gills.

“I don’t know, man,” he says. “That doesn’t sound like it can really happen.”

“Then what happened with Patrick?” Robin counters and Eddie winces at the name, which makes Steve feel bad, though he knows they need Eddie to believe and trust them right now. “That night, did you see anything?

“Dark particles maybe?” Max asks and Eddie shakes his head.

“It would almost look like dust, swirling dust,” Dustin says, hoping it would trigger a reaction, a memory.

“No, man, there was nothing you could see, or- or touch,” Eddie says with a shake of his head. He looks off for a few seconds then adds in a haunted voice: “You know, I- I tried to wake him up, man. He couldn’t move. It was like he- he was in a trance or something.”

“Or under a spell,” Dustin offers.

“A curse,” Eddie says, looking scared.

“Vecna’s curse,” Dustin says, eyes wide.

“Who’s Vecna?” Chrissy asks, sounding scared.

“An undead creature of great power,” Dustin answer. “A spell caster. A dark wizard.”

“It’s from their DnD campaign,” Steve tells her. “They always give these things names from their game to make it easier to talk about. We’ve had a demogorgon, demodog and the Mind Flayer. Now it’s Vecna.”

“And his spells cause particles?” Chrissy asks, sounding unsure at the words.

Robin looks back to her and Steve can see in how she holds herself. She says: “I mean, not directly, but the particle are part of the Upside Down, right?”

“Yeah, we saw them in the tunnels,” Dustin answers.

“I- I, uhm, saw those particles in the bathroom,” Chrissy admits.

“Holy shit, Chris,” Steve breathes. He doesn’t know exactly what’s happening, but it’s fucked up and Eddie is wanted for murder and Chrissy is cursed or something and Steve can’t think of anything to fix this.

“Am I- Am I in danger?” Chrissy asks, voice small.

“No, of course not,” Robin assures her, looking at Steve with pleading eyes to say something, to back her up, but he’s lost for words.

Surprising him is Eddie, who puts a hand on his shoulder and gets him to look at Eddie. Steve wants to break down, cry a little, burying himself in Eddie’s arms and forget all this is happening. He wants to hide in Robin’s bed and wait until it’s all over, but he can’t.

Chrissy is scared, Dustin and Max too, though they hide it well, Eddie is a target and Robin is freaking out. Steve can’t hide away. He needs to be strong and exude confidence and keep everyone upright, keep it all moving. Needs to protect them. Like Hopper would.

“You’re gonna be fine, Chris,” he tells her, maybe a beat too late to be fully believable. “We’re all going to be fine.”

“Yeah, we’re always fine, don’t worry,” Dustin agrees and he does have the confidence about this that is believable.

He hasn’t been face to face with a demogorgon with only a bat, hasn’t been the target of a horde of demodogs while responsible for three other people, he has never been tortured by Russians or chased by the Mind Flayer. He hasn’t held El and Joyce at Hopper’s funeral. He hasn’t held Max at Billy’s.

Steve doesn’t begrudge Dustin in his naivety. He is glad that Dustin still has that confidence, that he hasn’t had to go through all of that, but he is scared that it will come crashing down at some point and Dustin will be in the middle of it.

However, for now, they can all use his confidence and unwavering belief that it will all turn out okay.

“We need a game plan right now,” Steve says, taking control, because that is what Hopper would have done and this is exactly the situation where Hopper would have stepped in.

“I can use my Cerebro to know what the police are saying. If we know what they know, then we can figure out if they even suspect Eddie,” Dustin says.

“Okay, then we’ll drive there,” Steve says. He isn’t the big plans guy, but he is practical. “Eddie, you need to hide. We’ll come by tomorrow with food, okay?”

He would offer Eddie a place, but he doesn’t want to spring that on him. There will be questions from Dustin if he does and the last thing he wants is to rehash their fight with an audience. Sure, he has told Chrissy and Robin, but he doesn’t want it all thrown in their face with them there. So, he just makes sure that Eddie knows he cares, that he can do something to take care of him.

“Yeah, sure, alright, man,” Eddie nods, taking a deep breath.

“It’s going to be fine, dude,” Dustin grins at him, clapping him on the back. It’s so out of line with the severity that it gets a smile out of Eddie as he hugs Dustin to his side with a fond smile.

“Course, Henderson,” Eddie says. “I got a bard at my back,” which makes Dustin grin again, before he is bouncing out the door, anxious to get started on clearing Eddie’s name.

Max follows after him with a goodbye and Chrissy also goes to follow, but her and Robin look back at Steve and Eddie.

Steve knows that they will give him a second to talk, distract the two kids, so he can talk with Eddie about where they stand. Because they haven’t made up. They haven’t talked. There was a camaraderie again, but Eddie is also dependent on Steve believing he’s innocent.

And Steve is still too scared that Eddie will throw it all in his face again, get mad. He can’t handle that on top of all the stress about other things. So, he just gives Eddie a soft smile and says: “Look out, okay? See you tomorrow, yeah.”

“Yeah, till tomorrow,” Eddie replies, awkwardly. Steve walks away with an uncomfortable nod and is almost at the door, before Eddie calls out: “Stevie?”

The nickname makes Steve’s heart twist and he turns back with a: “Yes?”

“Thank you for not thinking I’m guilty,” Eddie softly says, looking a little bashful at the confession.

“Of course,” Steve smiles, hoping Eddie will understand. “Sorry that I made you feel like I wouldn’t. It’s really good to see you again. I’m so sorry about what I said back in December. I- I wasn’t in a good space. I didn’t mean it.”

Eddie looks shocked at the confession and Steve wants to hear what he has to say, but at that point Dustin screeches: “We don’t have all day, Steve!”

“Coming,” he calls back, tearing himself away from Eddie without getting a response. Leaving him to wonder if this will be a turning point for them again, if he can make it right or if Eddie will leave him behind when they’ve gotten past all this.

He sees Robin talk to Chrissy, small frown on her face as Chrissy hunches into herself. Mentally he amends, if they get past this.

~~

A/N:

Season 4! We’re here, baby. The girls are talking again <3

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My Hobbies - Sleeping is great because I don’t have to talk to anyone while unconscious, mhm~

My Troubles - Ah, I’m sorry, but I can’t hang out today. I already visited another friend last week and I’m still burnt out.. We’ll see how I’m feeling in the next week or two, yeah?

Favorite Food - Rice due to its unmatched versatility. It can be enjoyed as a side dish, a main dish, a dessert, even a beverage, and can be presented in many flavors. Tofu, likewise, is of similar caliber.

Least Favorite Food - I’m not a picky person and enjoy most foods. However, my intolerance to lactose does create some…. potential problems when consuming dairy products. This does not stop me from enjoying them, though, as these issues are for future me to address.

About @fuwahua - Not only is she a fellow ChiLi enthusiast, but a fantastic writer as well! I was so happy when she agreed to doing a collab with me and I can only hope we find another chance in the future~

About @otomiyaa - I still remember reading her fics all the way back in 2016 and, despite not being familiar with most of the fandoms, I still enjoyed them all the same. Oh, and we can’t forget to thank her for all fun games she’s created, including this one!

Birthday - Happy birthday! Your present this year is a shopping trip on my dime~ I know, I know, so generous! … Wait, what do you mean “no thank you”? Ugh, accepting the offer won’t make you greedy or selfish, if that’s what you’re afraid of. Likewise, turning it down doesn’t make you any more humble and if anything, I personally think it’s quite foolish. Now, come on and get dressed; a long day of food and gifts await you!

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thanks for reading lol that was fun~ most of my mutuals have already been tagged or did the game so my victim list will be @fuwahua @ppystkposts @skayleay but feel free to say i tagged you if you feel like playing!

[stopiteatpopcorn]

Hi bestie! Can you write team geo fics (lee itto, with lers zhongli albedo gorou)? I'll mean a lot to me (because this is my dream team)! P.S. but please no foot tickling bcs i'm kinda uncomfortable with that, anyway have a nice day!

MISTER “TOUGH” GUY

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Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Itto, Zhongli, Albedo, Gorou

⚠️THIS IS A TICKLE FIC SO IF YOU DON’T WANNA SEE THAT, YOU HAVE BEEN RANDO WARNED⚠️

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Zhongli had decided that the geo vision holders should all meet up to get to know each other, especially since Inazuma had recently reopened to the public, making this possible. He set out to the two other nations to find and inform the other geo users of this meet up, asking them to sign a contract of agreement that they would all be present at this event. Of course, they all agreed and the time and place had been set, midday in a field full of flowers in Liyue, as it was between both other nations. He waited patiently and one by one they all arrived. Ningguang and Yun Jin arrived first, already being Liyue residents, followed by Albedo and Noelle. The girls had decided to go off and do their own thing, Yun Jin promising a special performance for them all, while Albedo stayed with Zhongli to wait for others. Soon a particular crimson Oni came running towards them, grinning and waving at them. They both shared small smiles before clearing some space in between themselves for him to sit down.

“Well, I’m glad you’ve finally arrived….Arataki Itto, correct?” Asked the former geo archon.

“Yep you got that right! And you guys are Zhongli and Albedo right?” They both nodded, “Okay great, cool! Also my buddy Gorou is on his way so he should be coming along soon!”

“So that should be everyone when he gets here then. Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Itto, Zhongli and I were just speaking on our elemental abilities. They’re quite fascinating don’t you think?”

“Oh yeah they’re definitely awesome! But my vision doesn’t really do much for me - I mean it lets people know how strong I am and gets me at least a little respect- but I’m still as strong and tough as a rock without thehEhem- Hey!” Itto cut himself off with a loud squeal, quickly snapping his head to the right. He was met with a small smirk from Albedo, so naturally, he glared daggers right back at him.

“What? Did I do something? Judging by the look on your face I’d say it’s quite serious.” Said the Alchemist. He knew exactly what he was doing, and the oni would have called him out, but his pride got the best of him and he decided against it. It would be embarrassing to admit that he, the great crimson Oni, Arataki itto, was ticklish.

“Nonono don’t worry! I just uh….Saw a Fatui agent behind you! But thanks to me and my awesome stare, he got scared and ran away, so it’s all good!” He held his breathe hoping this would shake off the interest of the blonde.

“Oh I see. Well then I’m glad everything is okay, We’ll be sure to stay on alert right zhongli?”

“Of course. We wouldn’t want an enemy ruining our meeting-” The Inazuman interrupted him with a sigh, thankful that he seemed to get away with this little lie. But he didn’t see the shared look the other two gave each other. 

“However I’d say you seem a bit tense…Maybe you should relax yourself.” He finished his sentence, before giving another small poke to the mans other side. Itto jolted and became weary of his predicament, while a small pit of excitement and nervousness formed in his stomach. Not sure weather he wanted to run or try to stay still and take it, he opted to trying to get Zhongli back, poking his side in retaliation. He was shocked to see that he barely reacted and suddenly the idea of revenge was thrown out the window. The oni prepared to get away but had already made the fatal mistake of turning his back to the curious mondstater who latched onto his sides again, poking up and down his sides. He twisted and turned, a small smile beginning to form while trying to desperately keep his squeaky giggles in. 

“Nope you aren’t going anywhere yet, I’d like to test if oni’s have the same sensitivity levels as humans-”

“Wehell tehest it on sohomeone else!”

“But you’re the only Oni I’ve ever met, wouldn’t you wanna help? Of course if you really don’t want this you say the word and I’ll let go!” He stopped his fingers for a moment, not wanting to push the boundaries of his new friend. However he seemed to be quietly thinking, before shyly looking away. 

“Okay….You can test this if you want- But don’t go thinking I’m weak or anything!” Albedo smiled at these words, bringing his fingers back to his friends sides, this time scribbling around to get a better reaction. This seemed to work as Itto suddenly burst into a giggle fit.

“Ehehehehaha!” He let himself relax into the sensations, trying to keep still so he wouldn’t accidentally hurt the smaller man beside him or keep him from his research. In all actuality he didn’t hate this. Zhongli took notice of this, deciding he would also help his friends with said “research”. He began to poke the mans tummy, smiling when he instinctively curled up. 

“NoHOhoho nahat thehehere!”

“Oh? Is this a bad spot?”

“Mahahaybe-”

“Maybe? Well then we might as well test that too if you aren’t sure, but it seems like this is going to get a wild reaction.” He smirked and switched to scribbling in the same area, getting loud laughter in return.

“AHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHA ZHOHONGLIHIHI!” 

“Looks like you were right about that one!” Albedo stated. The archon nodded in agreement, continuing the scribbles. The alchemist hiked his fingers up to Ittos ribs and underarms, getting even louder laughter than before. Soon they heard another voice from behind, turning to be face to face with the final geo user, Gorou. 

“Hey, what are you doing to that oni?!” He had overheard the commotion while on his way to the meeting, and thought something had happened. He was at ease once Zhongli and Albedo introduced themselves and explained what was really going on though, much to Ittos embarrassment.

“To get introductions out of the way, I’m General Gorou and I apologize for the misunderstanding earlier, but that means you must be the other Geo users right? Although I thought there would be more of us...” He was a little disappointed, but Zhongli reassured him,

“Don’t worry there are, the ladies have just decided to go off and do something else together.” He gave a soft smile before moving to let the general sit beside the three of them.

“Oh I see…Well in that case since you’re occupied with testing on my friend here, maybe I can be of help! I mean- I’d say I know him pretty well” He smirked at the gang leader. Now, Gorou normally wouldn’t take part in things like this, but how could he pass up on the opportunity? I mean it isn’t every day that he gets the chance to relax, as well as give Itto a bit of payback for the amount of times he’s been attacked with tickles. He claims to be ‘Arataki the tickle monster Itto’ so it would be nice to knock him down a few pegs, even if he gets him back later.

“Wohoah woah woah- Come on gorou- Buddy- you don’t have to do that! I’m pretty sure they’re done now! Right? Right guys?” The alarms were going off in his head, Gorou knew fully well where his worst spot was and if he broke the news he was doomed. Albedo paused before making his final decision, deciding to humor the general and let him have a go.

“Well….I don’t think we’re entirely done yet. So far we’ve tried his stomach, sides, pretty much his whole upper body. Is there something we’ve missed?” 

“Well there is one place that gets him pretty bad, he just turns into a puddle of laughter when you get him right…”

“Gorou- No-Dohon’t you dahahaHA-EEP-” 

“...Here! Hmm looks like it’s still true.” Itto tried to protest but once again interrupted himself with a squeal when Gorou lightly dragged a finger down one of his horns. The other two men smiled, Albedo being absolutely fascinated. He was intrigued to learn more and Zhongli seemed to speak exactly what the blonde thought.

“So, his horns can also be sensitive to touch and he can feel it all? That’s truly something, I’m sure this is important information for you, if I’m not mistaken Albedo?”

“You took the words right out of my mouth, that really is amazing! So if I do this, can you feel it too?” He raked his nails down the other horn, and was happy to receive the same reaction. 

“YEAHAHA I CAHAN FEHEHELL IHIHIT!” 

“Amazing…Absolutely amazing! I always wondered if a humanoid creatures horns connected to the nerve system, so I guess that helps my theory!” He continued the light scritches, while Gorou traced shapes on the horn still in his hands. Itto wanted to shake them off so bad, but he didn’t wanna accidentally poke an eye out or hurt em by being to rough, so he just sat still again, occasionally flinching on accident though. 

“EHEHEEP-NAHAHA-IHIT TIHIHICKLES-” 

“Well this is what the tests are for so that’s the aim.” Zhongli let out a small laugh at the reactions, watching as to make sure the others don’t go too far. He figured he’d help them a bit though and scribbled at his tummy again. This drove Itto up a wall as his laughter somehow got louder.

“AHAHAHEHEHE NAHAHAT YOU TOHOHOHOO- EEHEHEHEH!” He screamed with laughter as the others continued their attacks for a bit more. Eventually though, it was getting harder for him to form coherent words and soon his laughter turned wheezy and quiet. Zhongli took notice and immediately slowed his fingers, before motioning to Gorou and Albedo that it was time to let up. They both let go of the Onis horns and let him slump to the grass beneath them.

“You alright there Itto? I apologize if went too far and overstepped-” Albedo apologized but thankfully he was completely fine.

“Nahh I’m a-okay, hanks for your concern though bro! Besides I’ll be energized and up again in no time- plus- I still have a bit of payback to hand out!” The relief was short lived, as itto cracked his knuckles and smirked, a playful glint in his eyes. “You all have about a minute, while I gain back my energy. You better be prepared for my vengeance, especially you, mister ‘Doggy general’.’’ 

“Would this be a good time to run?” Asked the Mondstater.

“Yeah uh- EVERY MAN FOR THEMSELVES!” Gorou yelled, before running away, followed quickly by Albedo and the surprisingly calm Zhongli. There was a lot of laughter from the fields that day as the playful Oni retaliated. 

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A/N: OK THIS SHOULD NOT HAVE TAKEN THIS LONG BUT THIS WAS A CHALLENGE AND WAS ALSO A LONG FIC IN ITSELF- I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANON, AND ITTO HAS MY WHOLE HEART!!

[thedeathlysallows]

memento mori

Chapter 1: Poison Ivy

Months Earlier

           “We’re sending you to Washington state. We’ve had reports of a newborn army in Seattle and the Volturi have done nothing but twiddle their thumbs. Find newborns. Eliminate the source. Report back immediately. Questions?”

           “No.”

           “Good. Oh, and Agent? Whatever you find, don’t let personal feelings get in the way of finishing the job.”

           Titania had said it with a knowing look in her eye that I couldn’t quite place during the debriefing, but as I get closer and closer to Forks there’s the dawning of realization. There are vampires here. I can feel them. The air is thick with their presence.

           My father’s house reeks of them.

           “I really wish you were staying with us, kiddo.” Dad hugs me tight after I walk through the front door and ushers me to the living room. I look him over for any subtle differences, but find none. He’s the same. Untouched by whatever darkness is lurking around.

           Good.

           At least Charlie Swan is safe.

           However, that leaves the question: why does this house smell like vampires have been living here for years?

           “Yeah, well, you know how it is. I like having my own space.” I make my tone apologetic, but in reality I’m relieved I won’t be staying with my dad. Technically, I shouldn’t even be in Forks. My mission is in Seattle. Titania will look the other way, though. She always does as long as I get the job done.

           I don’t love the idea of a double life and I especially hate that I have so many secrets from my dad. He was always my rock. My safe place. Mom was never stable enough to take care of me, and I really have no clue how the court gave her full custody of Bella aside from complete bias. I was old enough to make my own choices, and I chose dad.

           He looks at me with a fondness in his eyes that makes my heart ache.

           “I really wish I could stay, Dad, but I just…”

           He puts a hand up and shrugs. “I get it. Don’t want your old man cramping your style. I was young once. I was hip.”

           I laugh and walk to the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge. Dad eyes me with a frown. “What? I’m twenty three. You wanna check my ID officer?”

           “Nah… maybe… did you ever use a fake?”

           “No,” I lie. Another truth I can never tell. It was far more than just fake IDs and underage drinking, but I’ll die before I tell my dad. “So… Bella? How’s that going?”

           He told me a while back about my younger sister’s odd, troublemaker boyfriend, but I always felt he was holding something back. I often left those conversations with something tickling at the back of my mind; however, I never pursued it. Now, I regret it. Hopefully there’s time to make up for it.

           Dad grumbles, expression growing stormy. “Had to let him back in the house.”

           Judging from my intuition and the smell in the air, he never left in the first place. Out loud I say, “ouch, old man. You let your teenage daughter strong arm you like that?”

           “She threatened to go back to Renee if I didn’t.”

           “Oh.”

           I shouldn’t be surprised by that at all. Bella’s notorious for using the mom threat, after all. She’s done it since we were kids. Part of me always wished she would grow out of it, though. Clearly that will never happen. It’s sad. Our dad doesn’t deserve that. All he’s ever wanted from either of us is the tiniest bit of love.

           Hence why hiding everything from him hurts so much.

           Being self-aware really sucks sometimes.

           “Do you think you could talk to her,” Dad asks after the silence stretches on for too long and I’m picking at the PBR label to stop from picking at my nails from nerves.

           “Mmm, Dad, I don’t know if that’s a good idea. You know Bells and I have always fought like cats and dogs.”

           “Right. I was just hoping I guess.” He visibly deflates.

           Fuck.

           “Okay, I’ll try. Just don’t do,” I gesture to his current posture that’s reminiscent of a kicked dog, “that. Where is she any-”

           Before I even finish my question, the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and the air shifts dangerously. My eyes dart to the doorway of the kitchen where Bella stands with one of them. He’s one of the golden eyes, weakened by consuming animal blood, but dangerous all the same. And my sister is holding his hand like it’s the most casual thing in the world.

           I didn’t hear the two of them come in. I didn’t sense him in time. This is why I can’t stay in Forks with Charlie. I’m weak around them. My love for them makes me weak. I can’t afford to be weak.

           “Hi,” I finally say after I calm the pounding in my ears and tame the instinct to attack, kill.

           Bella looks visibly flustered, like my sudden appearance is too much for her. Maybe it is. I mean, last time we talked I was lecturing her about being an irresponsible idiot. She has every right to still be annoyed by that I guess.

           Dad is the one to break the ice. “Rosie, meet Edward Cullen. Bella’s boyfriend.”

           Fuck.

           My mind races. Does he have a connection to what’s happening in Seattle? How often is he over here? How often is he alone with Bella? Does Bella know? Are there more? Oh, God, are there more? How many more? Where do they live? Are they all golden eyes like him?

           Edward nods his head almost imperceptibly, his eyes locked onto mine.

           A mind reader then. That’s fine. Nothing special. I’ve handled his kind before.

           “You’re back home?” Bella breaks my staring contest with her boyfriend. She’s not happy and it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. Her tone is sharp and her body language is tense.

           “Oh, relax,” I tell her. There’s a bite to my words as well. “I’ve got work in Seattle so I’m here visiting. I’ll be hanging out more often, though.”

           If Edward has two brain cells to rub together he can tell what I am. If Edward is smart he can hear the threat in my words.

           “Seattle? You aren’t staying there are you?” There’s a new emotion in Bella’s voice. Panic.

           I nod. “I am, but don’t worry. I’ll stay away from the serial killer.”

           “We don’t know it’s a serial killer yet,” Charlie adds in.

           “Right, but that’s what I’m here to figure out.” I take a sip of my beer. “The organization I work for heard about all the murders and they sent me to investigate. I’m hoping I can get to the bottom of it quickly and head back to Charleston before the month is up.”

           Edward quirks an eyebrow, an amused expression on his face. “That quickly?”

           I hate his voice instantly. It’s the same lilting, musical cadence all the bloodsuckers have.

           “Mhmm. I’m very good at my job,” I assure him.

           “Well in that case you have my thanks for keeping all of us safe.”

           I narrow my eyes at him. What a smug little bastard. I don’t like him. In fact, I think I would hate him even if he was just some human boy. Speaking of…

           “How’s Jacob?” I ask Charlie the question, but Edward is the one who answers.

           “Bella doesn’t see him much anymore.”

           Smug and controlling, then.

           Good job picking one of the worst, little sis.

           I’m suddenly desperate and itching to start my investigation, so I check my watch and sigh dramatically. “Wow, look at the time! I should get going so I can check into my hotel on time. Gotta start work bright and early tomorrow. I’ll be back though.”

           “Any leads,” Edward asks.

           “Yeah. I think so. See you tomorrow.”

           I give Charlie a kiss on the cheek and Bella a wave. I can feel Edward’s eyes on me all the way to the front door. It won’t be hard to find out where he lives, and if he has any sense at all, he’ll warn the others that death is coming.

           My drive to Seattle is far less eventful than my visit back home. The three hour trip gives me time to ponder and stew over Bella’s involvement with vampires. She’s not a stupid girl, I finally decide after a while. She just thinks she knows better than everyone else and will overlook danger like it’s nothing.

           Suddenly, this job feels a lot more daunting.

           The Society set me up at the Four Seasons Hotel right in downtown Seattle. It’s a corner suite with a view of the bay that makes my heart squeeze tightly in my chest. I miss Charleston already. Sure, I didn’t grow up in the coastal southern town, but it’s where The Society conducts most of their business. Their seat of power, if you will. It’s also where I did my first year of college. The parties were always ridiculously fun.

           I toss my bag on the bed and plop down on the couch by the window. It gives me a perfect view of the warehouse the Agent before me tracked the newborns to. He’s been MIA for a week now, and at this point it’s safe to assume the worst has happened. As I stare out the window I feel a strange flutter in my chest. There’s something staring back.

[asexual-spongebob]

The Waves That Lap The Shore - Chapter 28 - The Locket

Notes:

WHOOO HI MATEYS!!! Sorry i didn’t update for like a week or almost two lol, just wanted to give myself a break. Also sorry abt how short this one is lol. Only 12 chapters left of this fic! (that makes me kinda sad to be honest…)but I’ve got some other stuff planned :) hell, even after this fic is finished I might still write the occasional TWTLTS related one shot.   I also have an au called “Invader Kwazii” which is a Octonauts x Invader Zim AU because those are my current fixations atm.   Once this fic is finished (or maybe even sometime soon) I might make one shots for my “Shellinoir” au. (Which is a AU I based off the SpongeBob episode “Squid Noir”) . I’ve got some in mind

Chapter Text

Peso sleepily opened his eyes, rubbing the sleep from them. Shellington was already awake, “Good mornin’ Peso” he smiled “Good morning, Shellington!” Peso smiled back. 

“Wanna go get some coffee?” Shellington asked, Peso nodded in agreement. 

The two went downstairs, only to see Kwazii and Paani kissing against the refrigerator.

The two pulled away from each other.

“I love you so much, me stupid pancake” Kwazii purred “I love you too, stinky.” Paani said affectionately, Kwazii pretended to be offended. The two then noticed Shellington and Peso standing there.

“Oh uh- hi mateys.” Kwazii said awkwardly Paani looked away from Kwazii and glanced at Peso and Shellington. “Anyway. I gotta go. Me and Selva have to do some important stuff at the beach today. See ya bitches!!!” Paani said, then turning to Kwazii and saying goodbye to him. 

“I LOVE YOU BITCH!!!” Paani shouted as he walked out of the kitchen “I LOVE YOU TOO BITCH!!!” Kwazii shouted back.

 Paani went downstairs to the Launch Bay.

“Kwazii! Paani! There’s a child here!” Shellington scolded, pointing to Sharchini “why does Kwazii always cuss around the Vegimals” Peso frowned “Im sorry… I’ll try not to…” Kwazii apologized with a frown. 

Downstairs, Paani witnessed Dashi and Tweak  playing video games (Dashi was failing horribly.) and the Vegimals playing Judge Judy (or in this case, Judge Tunip.) 

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At the beach 

It was a hot, blazing day at the beach. 

Paani was sweating in the sweltering heat. It was only 89 degrees outside but it felt like 100. 

He and Selva were doing some stuff there, Selva was planting some sea grass while Paani was going to get some water samples (and try his best to well… not turn into a merperson while he was at it.) 

Paani watched Selva dig through the sand.

How is she not sweating her ass off? Paani questioned to himself.

Paani ripped off their  jacket and through it on the sand “Hey. Selv. I’m gonna go change.” He said, Selva just nodded and Paani went to beach’s restrooms.

Thank goodness I wore extra deodorant today. 

Selva thought as she was digging through the sand, planting sea grass.

However she stopped. Something saw something had caught her eye. 

Half a locket buried in the sand!

It looked old. It was golden and tarnished. 

“Hey Paani, look what I found!” Selva said, holding the locket in her hand. Paani let out a gasp, they then stumbled towards her. “I’ll be my own uncle! It looks just like the other half we have!” Paani replied.

“Do you mind if I take it with me?” Paani asked “Yeah sure you can!” Selva replied, handing Paani the old, sandy locket.

“Thanks Selva!!” Paani said. 

•••

Paani walked into Shellington’s lab wearing a vintage suit. 

“Hey bitches!!! Selva found the other half of the locket in the Amazon!” Paani boasted, placing the locket on the table.

“It’s the other half!” Shellington beamed, then placing the locket half’s together. 

“Don’t you think we should clean it? It’s a wee bit sandy.” Shellington remarked “Yeah, true.” Paani replied “how do we clean it properly though?” Paani questioned “there’s probably some restoration videos on YouTube. And Dashi knows a thing or two about jewelry. Maybe she can help us out?” Shellington suggested, the others nodded in agreement.

The four walked down the hall to Dashi’s room. “Hey Dashi, how do you wash jewelry?” Shellington asked “You get a small bowl and add some warm water and Dawn Dish soap and leave it soak for a few minutes, then you dry it with a microfiber cloth.” Dashi educated.

“Thanks Dashi!” Shellington smiled, then sprinting to the kitchen, the others following him. 

The Vegimals weren’t in the kitchen, they were sleeping upstairs, getting some well deserved rest.

“Hey, Kwaz. Pass me the dish soap” Shellington said “Here ya go matey!” Kwazii meowed, throwing the dish soap at Shellington.

“Hey! ¡¿Qué coño Kwazii?! You could’ve hurt him!” Peso scolded “Sorry…” Kwazii frowned Shellington then went to the sink and put some warm water and dish soap into the bowl, then placing the locket in the mixture.

“Now we just have to put it the microwave for a few minutes, right?” Kwazii said jokingly “No Kwazii.” Shellington replied with a giggle. 

Paani pulled out his guitar and started playing the jeopardy theme as they waited.

After a few minutes, the locket was clean.

Shellington wiped it off with a microfiber cloth like Dashi had said. 

“Now what do we do?” Shellington questioned, turning to the others. 

“Hm… maybe we should put it with the other stuff?” Kwazii suggested “Yeah that sounds good.” Shellington replied.

Shellington walked back to his lab, he placed the locket in on a table where all of the Edda related stuff was.

“Wow. We sure have discovered a lot.” Peso remarked, Shellington nodded in response.

Peso and Shellington continued to have a conversation. Paani wasn’t paying attention. The only thing that had her attention was the calendar.

Ah shit! Tomorrow’s Valentines Day!

[siineko]

Side OC - Mika

Just a trial run with a new side OC I made on a whim, Mika! Note: Mika is nonbinary and uses They/She pronouns. Mika mainly works at a.....club.. that offers fairly lewd services. idk what their world wants to call it specifically, but I’ll workshop it perhaps.

NOTE: This story is very NSFW, and contains multiple instances of borderline s//exual content. (Of course emeto as well, but with a slight moment of implied scat-but only implied, as I refuse to actually show any of that off- doesn’t do it for me, but its story relevant) Note 2- IMPORTANT: Also like every character in this story is like,, midway through figuring out their relationships with gender/sexuality, so if any mention of that contemplation/sliight dysphoria (About one sentence of Mika being slightly uncomfortable w/ their breasts), then this perhaps isn’t the story for you 

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For this particular story, Mika tries their best to work their shift, when she begins to feel very unwell, though they deny it for as long as they can, seeing as they certainly need the money.

Pictures will be posted to my Google Drive again, seeing as some of their club activities are openly included in the pictures, and I doubt Tumblr would let that slide. (They could, but I won’t risk it again after the whole “marked as sensitive” ordeal)   Picture Link: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1sfwlD7XZFXb8DV24Rac6m3uQDpzc717s?usp=sharing

Anyway! Here we go-

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For Mika, the plan was to go to work as normal. They’d serve some food occasionally, chat to guests, and sometimes tend to guests in a different way, if that’s what the dear guest desired. They’d of course have their limits on what she’d do, but overall, many things weren’t a problem. Man? Woman? Neither? Mika didn’t particularly care (as long as the guest was attractive, anyway).

However, tonight was different. They felt a bit off. They were tired, and their stomach felt heavy and bloated.  “Hmm, not necessarily a problem”, she thought “some customers like someone with a little more weight to them”.

They continued their job, and all was mostly well, until their stomach began to feel upset, and would occasionally gurgle ominously.

They powered on, however- They really needed the money, and they sure as hell weren’t gonna let a stomachache send them home, after all.

 They decided to distract herself with a client-  A young person seemed interesting, and kinda cute, in a shy way. They were average height, had blue hair, and was wearing a short skirt.

“Hey, gorgeous, wanna have a bit of fun?” they flirted as they approached the individual. They jumped in surprise “O-oh hello! I- ummm, maybe? th-this is my first time, and I ummmm I don’t know what to do...” Mika smiled “Oh? First time, huh? Don’t worry- We take good care of all of our customers here”!  She then proceeded to explain about the club’s services, as the guest blushed more and more. “And, oh I forgot to ask- If you feel comfortable telling me, may I know your name and what pronouns you’d prefer?” Their eyes widened in shock, were they not expecting to be asked?  M-My name is Sai and I.... I ummm..” they faltered cautiously before continuing “I’d like if you used... used ummm... She! She and uh, they- both are fine” she fidgeted nervously as she spoke, seemingly judging Mika’s response, if they were to take a guess.

“Well, Sai- you are certainly stunning young lady,” Sai lit up at the mention, “Oh, you can call me Mika, and I prefer they and she as well!” Mika stepped closer to Sai, and crossed their arms under their chest to make it stand out more. They didn’t always like their breasts, and occasionally wore a binder outside of work, but they served their purpose here, and hiding them with this uniform wasn’t really an option. “Now, to get down to business- Would you like me to... tend to you?” 

Sai blushed and nodded timidly “I- I’d like that, if you’d be ok with it... I-I’ll pay what I need to”

 With that matter settled, Mika went to work. They placed one hand around her waist, and gently placed another on her breast-  causing Sai to gasp and blush in surprise.  They continued by lifting her skirt, and began to stroke her thigh, while staring at her to judge her reaction.  Sai continued to blush furiously, and tilted her hips towards them, giving them the go ahead to go a little further.

They slipped their upper hand into Sai’s shirt, and rubbed at her chest, while her lower hand continued past her thigh, and towards her crotch, where a bulge began to show through her underwear.

Mika chuckled, and rubbed at it the best she could, causing Sai to moan in pleasure.

Mika continued to tease and pleasure Sai for a while, before Sai had enough for the moment, and cut it off, which Mika understood.

Mika finished up dealing with their end of that, and felt their stomach gurgle again. They had honestly almost forgotten about her stomach, and figured that since they already had a break, they would go sit down in the back for a bit.

They found a nice spot, and sat down, leaning back so that their stomach could have room to settle. They were really bloated now, and they were beginning to feel a bit queasy. Perhaps their activity with Sai just jostled them a little too hard, and they hoped that sitting here, and rubbing their upset stomach would help- and burped a few times in an attempt to relieve the pressure, if only a little.

It wasn’t working, and the feeling was getting worse. They felt like they were going to shit themselves, or hurl, and they weren’t sure which, so they moved to the bathroom just in case, while occasional burps made them move their hand to her mouth, as she was constantly afraid that the next one wouldn’t be air.

They reached the stall, and positioned herself, while clutching her stomach in pain- before proceeding to absolutely shit her brains out. The pain didn’t go away, however, and a wave of sudden nausea made her loose their balance, and they caught themselves on the floor, before burping up a small string of vomit, which tasted heavily of the alcohol that they had consumed while entertaining guests (not enough for intoxication, mind you- just enough for the guests to feel like Mika was included in the fun, and not just watching them drink).

“Ouuugh- *hurp* not like this- I can’t be sick now, I...I have to get back to work...” Mika protested their predicament, and clasped their hand firmly over her mouth, stifling back a multitude of gags, and swallowing down any of their stomach contents that dared to try rebelling.

After composing themselves to the point where she didn’t think they were going to puke, they cleaned themselves up and went back out to work- as their break was definitely ending by this point.

This brought her to their next customer, a feminine individual wearing... a very revealing outfit. They had long brown hair, short shorts, and... and a top that was so short that it looked in danger of revealing their breasts if it was even bumped too hard. However, they looked surprisingly timid, especially for how they dressed. Maybe they were still getting used to dressing like that? Mika could understand if that was the case, as they took a bit to get used to their own outfit for work.

Mika knew they had to be professional, and not get attached, but even their appearance was beginning to turn them on a little.

“Good evening, beautiful- Are you here for pleasure tonight?” Mika asked, trying their best to be as charming as possible. It was already their job, but they really wanted the opportunity to play with those- *ahem* They were getting ahead of themselves.

“Ah- Y-yes, I am.. I’m here for p-pleasure.” They blushed, and seemed shy, but determined. Mika was thoroughly aroused. If they were being perfectly honest, they quite liked when timid bottoms asked for it from them. 

They asked their usual questions- If this was their first time, name and pronouns, etc.

“My name is.. Sena. I prefer they and she, and umm.. this may be my first time here but, umm..” Sena blushed “...I don’t mind how you start... I wanna be touched...”

Mika thought this was a dream come true- Same pronoun choice? Unexperienced? A bottom who desperately wants their touch?  If it weren’t for the fact that they still felt hot, sweaty, and queasy, this would be the perfect night. But- they REFUSED to let their stomach ruin this for them, and focused at what was at hand.

After some flirting, Mika couldn’t take the slow pace anymore- They began to fondle Sena’s (quite large and attractive) breasts, and slipped their other hand between their thighs and to their crotch.

Sena blushed and moaned “Please... more... I beg you...”

Mika felt themselves going crazy from arousal, and leaned in closer. They lifted Sena’s shirt just a little and continued to fondle their breast, as they leaned in to lick Sena’s now exposed, and quite hard, nipple.

Sena moaned again and leaned forward a little, which only pressed those gorgeous breasts closer. Mika took note, and went back and forth between licking and sucking at their nipple.

They slipped their other hand deeper into Sena’s crotch, and could now feel that they were getting wet- And honestly, if Mika was being honest, they were starting to get wet themselves. 

Unlike Sai, who had her fun after a bit of groping, Sena begged for more “P-please! Harder! I- I think I HNNG--” they cut off as they moaned and climaxed from Mika’s touch.

With this bit of work finished, they both caught their breath while talking, and to Mika’s surprise, Sena offered their number. Normally they would be more apprehensive, especially with a client, but whether it was due to their genuine attraction to them, or what may be the beginnings of a fever clouding their judgement, they accepted, and gave their own in return, and Sena left on their way after a little while, leaving Mika alone, resting on the couch that she and Sena had been using.

Now without the distraction of work, Mika could clearly feel her bloated stomach pressing firmly against their skirt, and another gurgle rippled through it. They lifted a hand to it, trying again to rub away their discomfort, but they were really feeling sick now.

It was fine for a little while, but they had really overexerted herself while tending to Sena, and now they sat there, leaned back on this couch, while the room felt hotter than ever.

They burped a few times to relieve the pressure, but not only did it not work, but each burp felt wetter, until the last one ended in a gag. “Oh gods.. I feel.. I think I’m gonna be sick!” They pulled themselves off the couch, desperate to make it back to the bathroom, and their stomach contents swirled with their movement.

A wave of nausea overtook her, and she clutched her stomach as well as her mouth as it filled with thick saliva. “Ughh my stomach... so nauseous... gotta get to a toilet... gonna puke...” They thought one last time before heaving sharply, with such force that it caused them to double over and use their hand to brace themselves, leaving their mouth uncovered.

Without warning, they suddenly couldn’t hold it anymore, and multiple thick waves of sick poured from their mouth, and splattered onto the floor, barely giving them a moment to even breathe.

With a moment in-between, they could spare a glance around them, and    saw as the remaining people were now staring. 

“Nonononooo not *urp* not here... Not with people watching... gotta get out... so hot... bathroom... I’m gonna-” 

She wanted to move, but she was getting dizzy, making their stomach swirl more than before, and she braced their hands on their legs, afraid that they’d fall over if this continued- as vomit shot up their mouth, into their cheeks, and unable to gather the strength to fight back, puked up a few more waves of watery vomit.

Once the waves of vomit stopped for the time being, she stumbled back and collapsed into the couch, and lacked the strength to walk to the bathroom. They were unbearably hot, dizzy, their stomach churned, and the nausea didn’t seem to go away.

Perhaps they had caught something, and to make things worse, their gut gurgled wetly, and they needed the bathroom again... This was still going to be a long night...

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Note about characters: - Mika (AFAB) is nonbinary, uses They/She, and though this job wasn’t their first choice, circumstances were what they were- They aren’t fond of their work outfit, and aren’t always comfortable with how “On Display” their breasts are in it, but they deal with it for work, and wears a binder while in their personal clothing - Saihe “Sai” (AMAB), goes by She/They, and is still trying to figure out her relationship with gender, as she only realized she was a girl recently, and is trying things out - Sena (AFAB) is Nonbinary, uses They/She, and is experimenting with their sexual/gender identity as well as trying to see if they are actually ok with having boobs or not, though they often bind

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sunrises & liquor (m) | myg

intro: the wedding

pairing: min yoongi x reader

series: sunrises & liquor

rating: m; cursing, alcohol consumption, future smut

genre: bar workers au, barman yoongi au, (kinda) forbidden relationship, future angst, future smut, fluff

summary: after a failed academic pursuit and a few meaningless and disappointing relationships, you decided to go back to what you never thought you would: the bar industry. There you find a family, friends, heartache, misunderstandings and one particular barman who just won’t get out of your head.

word count: 500

a/n: i recommend reading the previous chapters to understand but you can read as a stand alone still! this is just a little teaser for next week’s update “the wedding”, enjoy<3

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“Taehyung, no, absolutely not.”

You stare in horror at the dress your best friend is holding. It’s a satin mid-length dress with puffy shoulder sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. And it’s pink: bright, neon pink.

The man has the audacity to pout. “Ah but you would look amazing.” He shoots you his best puppy eyes look.

Normally you wouldn’t be able to resist. Not today, no way in hell. “I would also look like Bubblegum Princess.” You impassively reply.

Jimin laughs thunderously. “You really would.” He searches through another rack of clothes before pulling a maroon pantsuit. “This, however. People wouldn’t be able to take their eyes off of you.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you. “And by people I mean a certain blond someone.”

Taehyung claps excitedly while you gape like a fish out of water. “What do you mean? I-“ You splutter.

Jimin groans exasperatedly. “Oh come on, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed. The man is whipped meringue.”

“Whipped meringue, Min Yoongi edition,” Taehyung chants.

Your pulse spikes before you can even comprehend the implications of his words.

“I-..” Words just don't seem to be something you can do right at this moment. Which seems absolutely hilarious judging by the way Taehyung and Jimin snicker, bumping fists obnoxiously.

You shake your head and decide to change the subject, lest you end up embarrassing yourself. “You’re one to talk, fawning over Hobi like he personally hung the sun in the sky.”

You smirk at the way his cheeks flush a bright crimson color. “ Hoseok, is the sun.” He mumbles.

Fair enough you think, you can’t really argue with that.

Taehyung’s sporting a very smug expression and you can’t help but try to wipe it off his ridiculously handsome face. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you thriving off of all the attention Seokjin gives you.”

But it doesn’t work, his smug smirk only grows wider. “He’s so dreamy isn’t he? I just wanna smooch his gorgeous lips and..”

You cut him off. “Please, please, no more.”

You resume your shopping, looking for the perfect dress for the wedding: something not too flashy but still pretty.

You would very well be lying to yourself if you didn’t admit that you do want Min Yoongi’s attention to be on you as soon as you walk in the room. You know it’s not even remotely ok but you can’t control the way you feel. So you settle for suffering silently each time you breathe the same air as him. And there’s no way you would ever admit it out loud.

You don’t consider yourself to be very prideful but there’s still a limit to what you can admit.

You stop browsing when your eyes lay on a gorgeous soft blue mid length satin dress.

“This is the one,” You bring the dress up so your friends can see it.

“This is definitely the one,” Jimin says, smiling from ear to ear.

“Go get him, tiger,” Taehyung chirps.

If only you could.

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