#ugh I miss them so much I can’t believe I haven’t thought about them in two weeks bc I was so busy trying to pass my classes

[cashweasel]

Besties rendezvous 🤍

[delugguk]

is this okay?

pair: jungkook x reader

rated: mature

word count: 1.7k

warnings: sexual content.

Part two.

autor’a note: helllooooooo I know it’s been a while and since I haven’t finished my many fics that I have (I know, k word me pls but don’t, actually skdj) this live (or more like the way he looks) made me go kinda feral for him so I had to do this !! this is compleeeetely unedited because I wrote it super fast and I’m just posting it as it is !! with nothing more to say, I miss and love every single one of you that keep coming back to my stories or just finding out about it, believe me when I say I appreciate every single one of you, even if you’re new!! you’re here for a reason 🫶🏼 thank you for liking my stuff and I’ll be more open to you guys later since I one to make a while make over on this account lmaO, anyways, enjoy and let’s get feral together while kook’s cook his album🤍🧚🏼✨

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you blame it on him.

he didn’t had to seat like that, stare at you like that and even bite his lower lips like that. it was something so subtle and you swore his eyes glistened so much, you could almost mistaken them for desire.

but what if..?

no.

you needed to control yourself. you promised you wouldn’t be jumping his bones the moment he called you to make him some company. you know you two are close friends.

but damn.

can’t deny the massive sexual attraction that’s so intense with only doing something so innocent as much as sinful like eye contact.

it’s crazy.

or at least that’s what you think.

jungkook can be complicated at times. but, fuck. you suddenly remember his fainted voice when talking to that girl. “sure, but can you handle me?”. you didn’t know what he or they were referring to, you were just trying to pass by in those big echoing college halls.

of course, you thought about— the worst.

he was fine as hell, okay? to say he isn’t fucking around just makes NO sense.

but the day you met him or—no. the day you two met at that reunion.. fuck. just thinking about it already makes your pussy pop. how embarrassing.

he looked so fine.. he teased you just right.. ugh! stupid hormones! why does it have to be so rich to have sex.. you wanted to fuck him here and there. a little dance could do so much..

“..y/n?”

suddenly you’re back to earth. (with a flaming pussy as we speak).

“yeah?” disconnected, you blink once again. jungkook just smirks.

“I told you, not to worry about it. just come seat,” he pats his side of the sofa, two times. “next to me.”

stupid beanie, stupid white shirt and stupid tattoos.

why does he has to look so cute and fine at the same time? not only that but the way he smelled? a fucking perfect man. who the hell smells that good? it isn’t even a strong essence but rather a soft/sexy one..

“no.” oh.. you can’t help yourself anymore. “I want to seat here.” you said as each of your legs takes place beside his waist.

yep, you boldly seated on top of him. just like that.

it’s not that you do this often but jungkook didn’t seemed to reject your body language as soon as he holded your hips with both of his hands. somehow delicate but oh, so decisively.

that caused a whole electricity run over your entire body to the point you almost felt goosebumps if it wasn’t that already.

just.. how much did you really wanted him? seemed out of limits..

both of your palms rest on his shoulders and there’s no words but an intense eye contact full of temptation, desire.. all of the words you can imagine referencing to the same feeling you both were having right now.

what’s stopping you two? why don’t you move? why doesn’t he move? those were your thoughts until-

“it’s dangerous.” he mutters. you’re just biting your lips.

gosh, you wanted him right here, right now.

“eung” you say, but it sounded a little too sexy(horny) for jungkook’s ears and damn, did he liked that.

“eung?” but as he mimics the way you sounded (just a little more dominant) was enough for you to start moving your hips to his already increasing bulge. mm. it felt good.

you grab his neck as you move very slowly but surely as he looks at you with those dark shiny eyes slightly pulling his face towards the area where your boobs could make contact with him.

he acts fast into giving light, delicate but needy kisses through your also white crop top. the one that can mark how hard your nipples are just right.

you moan a little, more like a very hot exhale that makes jungkook go crazy internally. the way for him to expresses is to squeeze the side of your hips, right enough for you to take your shirt off.

“no bra..” he smirks. “just how I like.”

“mhmm” you slightly moan once again to acknowledge his words.

his hands immediately take a ride feeling you up from your curves, belly, ribs and finally, your boobs. his hands feeling so warm, so right as soon as he touched you. feeling like it could burn, it felt divine. it was to the point where you weren’t the only one that’s breathing so heavy but him.

kissing your nipples felt like heaven, his lip piercing somehow sort of cold made magic so you couldn’t help but take his shirt off, beanie staying on. you wanted him like that.

“I want to kiss you so bad.” breathless, you said.

“do it.” bold enough, he responds. “fuck me if you want. I’ll let you do anything tonight.”

“fuck.” you whisper. “jungkook..” hips intensifying its deep roll, still slow.

“take off your shorts. want you naked for me.”

you wanted to scream. (in many different meanings to it).

he follows you when you obey him so well, but instead of him going naked, he leaves his boxers on.

but you don’t mind, as soon as you caress the imprint of his hard dick drawing on his black Calvin Klein’s boxers. jungkook man spreads giving you the fucking gaze, while patting his well formed thighs and you’re crazy wet at this point. — as soon as you reveal his dick making a pop towards his lower stomach, you could feel yourself almost salivating for him.. and it’s something you’ll normally will feel embarrassing of, but with the way your pussy was crying for him.. yeah, a girl had to do what it gotta do.

“didn’t know how badly you wanted me..” he exhales. “guess I wasn’t the only one, fuck. come here.

pulling you and opening your legs towards him revealed how sticky you were in front of his eyes that jungkook couldn’t help but pass his dick through your entrance without dipping in yet.

“fuck..” he moans. “is this what you wanted? mm. how long were you waiting for this?” giving a little slap with his dick to your pussy. “and why didn’t you tell me earlier?” with hooded eyes, already looking like a mess.

god, was he gone and he hasn’t entered you yet.

you were almost to the point of crying with him barely starting. that’s how horny the both of you were.

“been wanting you for a while..” you’re breathing to exhale. it feels so good. “wanting to feel you just like this..”

“..raw?”

“mh-yeah.. fuck.”

he just stares at your expression for a moment, eyes closed, lips being caught up by your teeth.. pussy sliding so easily around his already wet hard dick.. it seemed so sexy the way you were moving. he wanted to eat you out when looking at you, but his need to finally be inside you was stronger.

“so do I..” he deeply answers as soon as he’s making your hips swallow his entire dick.

“agh, fffuck. it’s more of what I imagined.” he speaks more to himself.

you, on the other hand, was trying no to cum right there. breathing long and slowly to calm your pussy and feelings because somehow.. your heart started to felt as if it wanted to jump out of your body and you swear you could hear jungkook’s heart trying to do the same too.

“move.” he says, giving some gentle, little pats to your ass.

“give me a second-“ and after five seconds, you breathe and start rolling your hips back and forth. all you could hear was your juices having fun.

but the moment you lean into him and hug him with your face into the side of his neck, is we’re things start to get fun and nasty when you actually start to bounce on him.

“fuck yes.” jungkook’s voice rasp into a very hot moan. “‘knew you were good.” he pauses. “fucking lucky I am.” after grabbing your ass and start manhandling you like his personal fuck toy.

“ah-“ a moan escaping your lips, you clench your teeth sucking air to it. “s-so g-good” and it’s just that you speak along marking the secuence of how he bounces you on him.

“mm I’m feeling you close, are you?”

“y-yeah”

—in a moment where you both got to cum, having jungkook fuck you still with his cum innit because he founded so sexy the way your pussy looked so swollen and messy (and how well you take him and squeezed him) having you cum once again, things weren’t so awkward afterwards. it all ended up rather having jungkook asking you things.

“I noticed you got more wet when I started to control your bounces..”

“I.. um, I like when someone sort of.. uses me like that like..” you lower your voice, “I’m all yours?”

jungkook smiles. “oh.. y/n you aren’t getting shy right now, aren’t you?”

“no!” you feel embarrassed.

“I think you are..” he teases.

“shut up.” you roll your eyes.

“don’t worry though. as I’ve said it before things.. turned out to be this way,” you both giggle. “don’t worry. and.. y/n?”

“eung?”

“believe me when I say that this isn’t going to be the last time of us doing this. I will always want this to happen again, and it will.” he pauses. “unless you don’t want me to.”

“okay.” it’s all you say but in reality you can’t explain to him how much do you agree with this because sure, if it was hard standing by his side without doing anything ever since that night or the day you met him.. with today’s events it’ll be even harder to not want to have a taste of him once again.

and again..

and again.

and that’s when it hits you. you never kissed him, he never kissed you and you’re completely screwed.

[halfmoondaze]

Jack request

Jack and reader get into a heated argument about something small. Jack can’t control his emotions which leads him to raise his voice and say things to reader and crosses the line with his hurtful words. He realizes how bad they were and quickly apologizes but reader kicks him out the house. He ends up at urban’s house upset and cries so much out of guilt. Days pass and he’s calling, texting reader in hopes to talk but she ignores him. He finally shows up at y/n house and tries to take accountability for what he said to reader.

Second Chances

Y/N and Jack had just gotten home and Y/N was usually quiet. 

“C’mon babe. I know something’s bothering you” Jack said as he entered the front door of their shared apartment.

“I said I’m fine” 

“You haven’t uttered a word since we left the restaurant” he said as he followed her behind.

“Jack just let it go” 

“No” he crossed him arms. 

“No?” 

“We’re going to talk about it, because if there’s something that bothered you, I need to know” 

“Fine. You wanna know what’s wrong? This, whatever we have going on is wrong” 

“You mean us?” he asked hurt. 

“Is there even an us? Because being your secret does not translate to a serious relationship” 

He sighed. “Babe you know it’s not that easy”

“Yeah but I don’t think it’s supposed to be this hard”. 

“I know baby” his voice softened as he wrapped his arms around her in a hug. “I just need more time” 

Y/N squirmed from his embrace and walked away. 

“Ugh! You always say that” Y/N stormed out of the living room into their shared bedroom. 

Jack followed behind. 

“Ok, what is it you want from me?” he said defensively. 

“Um I don’t know” she said sarcastically. “Maybe for you to claim me as your girlfriend instead of pretending you’re single to the rest of the world!” 

“And risk my career? Because that would make you happy, huh?” 

“What? No!”

“I can’t believe you’re even asking me this” 

“You know what?” he put his arms up dramatically. “I don’t need this. I can get any girl I want, so I don’t know why I settled for you!” 

“What?” she asked in a low voice taken back by his comment. 

His words cut deep. 

In that moment he realized what he had just said. 

“Y/N, I didn’t mean that” 

Y/N put her hands up. “I don’t wanna hear it, Jack. Just leave” 

“Y/N-”

“Now!” 

Feeling defeated, Jack took his things and left. 

Y/N couldn’t hold back her emotions and broke down crying as the sound of Jack’s footsteps faded.

After crying for what felt like an eternity, Y/N’s eyes were swollen and her body felt drained. With exhaustion settling in, she mustered the strength to drag herself to bed. 

She curled up in her side of the bed, her body shaking with sobs every now and then as she recalled their argument in her head. Eventually, her breathing slowed down and she succumbed to falling asleep. 

The next morning, Y/N woke up, to the other side of the bed empty. The only remain of Jack’s presence was in his scent that lingered in the sheets. 

To her relief, Urban had texted her last night. Jack had stayed the night at his place, indicating he was safe. 

The following days, Jack blew her phone nonstop with calls, voicemails, and messages; which went unanswered. 

Then one night, Jack who couldn’t bare the distance between them, decided to show up to her doorstep.

Y/N opened the door and was taken back by the sight in front of her. 

“Jack” 

“I know you hate my guts right now. Rightfully so. I shouldn’t have said those awful things. I didn’t mean that.  The moment those words left my mouth, I know I fucked up. There’s no one else I rather be with than with you. You didn’t deserve any of that. And even thought I failed to show you otherwise that night, I love you and I miss waking up next to you. I’m so sorry”

Her initial anger softened by Jack’s sincere words. 

“I appreciate your apology. But you really hurt me Jack” 

“I know” he paused. “And I hate myself for being the reason for your tears. You mean the world to me and if you give me another chance, I promise I would make sure you never feel that way again because of me” 

Y/N silently nods. 

“C’mere” she says. 

Jack wasted no time and embraced her while repeatedly kissing the top of her head. 

“I love you”

Y/N looked up at him and smiled. 

“I love you too” 

[eddiessluttywaist]

desiderium

an eddie munson series

AGELESS/BLANK/UNDER 18 BLOGS ARE NOT WELCOME TO INTERACT. PLEASE RESPECT MY RULES AND BOUNDARIES.

summary: eddie’s odd, forgotten childhood friend seeks him out when he needs her more than he realizes.

pairing: bsf!mechanic!bartender!eddie x eccentric!bsf!fem!reader

word count: 7,488 words

content/warnings: eventual smut so MDNI, fluff, swearing, blood (accidental cut), mentions of bullying, low self esteem, anxiety, mentions of embarrassment and shame, mentions of a history of bad relationships, smoking, car trouble (sorry if any of the car stuff isn’t accurate lmao). i think that’s it!

a/n: sorry for taking so long to update! i've been very busy. i hope you enjoy the new chapter! creds to whoever owns and posted those ^ photos! they’re not mine, i just made the collage!

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5

*

“You what?” The man on the other line cackled in Eddie’s ear. “Ro- Robin! No, you gotta come here! Eddie called some chick a ‘good girl’. He totally scared her off, it’s hilarious.”

“Thank you, Harrington, you’re really helping me in my time of need,” Eddie seethed as he laid in bed. He heard some shuffling and then a familiar feminine voice sounded from the telephone.

“‘Good girl’? What is she? A dog?”

Eddie ran his hands over his face, jostling his bangs away from his forehead before suddenly jerking them away in gestures they couldn’t even see as he let out a bitter laugh.

“Why did I even call you two? I’m regretting so many choices today.”

“So, she didn’t like it?” Steve asked as Robin complained about him crowding the phone.

“Go use the one in the living room— no— stop-”

“This is my room. You go use the living room phone.”

“Ugh, you’re breathing on me, dingus!”

Eddie rolled his eyes over the typical bickering, choosing to focus on the question that actually had to do with their conversation.

“Uh — well — she got all freaked out and everything was awkward. When she was leaving, I was going to open the door for her and she thought I was going to hug her— I-I, ugh, it was horrible. So uhh… yeah, I’d say no. She didn’t like it… at… all.”

“You have zero game, man,” Steve chided after a beat of silence that had forced Eddie to sit with his shame.

“And neither do you.” Robin argued, finally waving him out of his own room. “Don’t listen to him, Eddie, he’s an idiot.”

“Thanks, Robin…,” he muttered even if it didn’t make him feel much better.

“You’re an idiot too, just so we’re clear,” she added, and he nodded despite the fact that — once again — she couldn’t even see him. “I can’t believe you called her a good girl.”

“Okay, how many times are we going to repeat it before I blow my brains out?” Eddie deflated with a distressed laugh, clasping his hands together. He heard another line pick up.

“What’d I miss?”

“Eddie wants to die.”

“I do not blame you, man. You know it’s never too late to come here in Indianapolis. Maybe even change your identity,” Steve suggested as he leaned up against the wall by his other phone, which he had nestled between his ear and his shoulder just like Eddie did.

“Yeah, cause I could afford living in the city,” he snickered mostly to himself before sighing as he ran his hands over his face again.

“Who is she anyway?” Robin wondered.

“She’s his weird, secret friend he’s kept from us,” Steve replied in a mutter.

“No, I- she’s not a secret and she’s not weird,” Eddie huffs. “She’s just… she hasn’t been around in a while. She’s a friend from before I moved in with Wayne.”

“Oh… oh,” Robin’s interest piqued again. “So, she’s like… a best-best friend?”

“He totally wants to nail her,” Steve tacked on, and Eddie found himself groaning as he sunk further into his bed, wishing it would swallow him whole.

“I don’t wan — will you quit it? Yes, we were very close.”

“And she just happened to show up out of nowhere. I’m telling you, Ed, she wants you. You should go for it. You haven’t been laid since Chrissy…,” Steve muttered that last comment, and Robin squeezed her eyes shut as she facepalmed.

“Or she could just need a friend…?” Robin countered, her voice weakly lilting upwards as she corrected him. She just hoped the Chrissy comment wouldn’t be enough to make Eddie draw back into himself.

“She knew you when you were kids. I’m sure you were just as weird as a little child Eddie, so I doubt she was all that fazed by you calling her uh… the thing you called her.”

“Maybe…,” Eddie muttered, picking at his nails and biting at them.

He was tired. That tea really did help, even if his exhaustion was put on hold by an absurd amount of embarrassment and anxiety. He could feel himself settling again, his eyelids getting heavier.

“I should go.”

Robin squeezed her eyes shut again and mentally chastised Steve for bringing up Chrissy so carelessly.

“Call us again. Okay, weirdo? To update us?” Robin urged, feeling a surge of protective instinct.

He was never around anymore, never called; and there was always this anxiety in the back of her mind that he wasn’t letting them know if things were getting too hard for him. Neither Steve nor she could figure out when they could check in on him because he never bothered to share his schedule with them. And when they did call it was incredibly rare for him to pick up. She couldn’t blame him for wanting to shut everyone out, but it only made her worry about what was going on with him.

“I don’t wanna bother you guys. I know you’re busy with city life,” Eddie teased with a playful theatricality to his tone, but his voice was soft with that creeping exhaustion.

“Nah, you know you can call whenever,” Steve replied, taking a break from his incessant joking to let some of his sincerity come through. “Plus, I gotta hear more about this secret girl.”

“Not a secret,” Eddie corrected, his eyes closing to soothe his urge to drift off, one brow raising lazily with his words.

“Just call, okay? Or we’ll keep bugging you until you update us,” Robin urged, a sing-song tone coming to her voice.

“Fine,” Eddie snickered, and this time he was actually able to get a goodbye in and sloppily slam his phone back down before knocking out.

There was only crackling now on the line between the two roommates.

“I worry about him,” Robin spoke up suddenly, just loud enough for Steve to catch her concerned voice.

“I know,” Steve sighed, placing the phone back onto the wall. “I do too.”

*

You had no intentions of ignoring Eddie after that night in his trailer, not explicitly anyways. You were still thinking about him constantly, but any pleasant thoughts were immediately invaded by embarrassment. It felt like you were experiencing it all over again and the accompanying swirl to your gut was overwhelming.

The reality of the next couple of Eddie-less days was that you were too engrossed in the aftereffects of that awkward exchange to reach out first, not to mention most of your attention going to your first job here in Hawkins. Despite your nerves, you did surprisingly well on Thursday and Friday night. Enough to get a small smile to bristle Ron’s bearded face and a mutter about maybe needing to get a new name tag ready. You were unbelievably cheery over the praise and acceptance, but you still had one more test to pass: weekend shifts. Those were their busiest, especially Saturday nights. If you make it from 4 o’clock to midnight with no major screw ups then you had the job. He promised.

So yes, you were actively avoiding being the first one to call, but to be fair you were also trying to attend to other aspects of your new life in Hawkins. Your focus was being diverted to getting this job, and spending time with Martha. You were distracted by moments of promising renewal in anticipation of the growing presence of Autumn — despite the crushing embarrassment of the other night.

That didn’t mean you weren’t thinking of him, though. If you weren’t shaking off the recent memory of Wednesday night, then you were indulging in the recent memory of Wednesday night. Him having you over; you making him tea; feeling close to him again as you exchanged stories — laughing together and smiling so hard the muscles in your cheeks hurt a little. The kind of pure smile you only got when you were with Eddie.

You thought about him as you styled your hair in a manner that helped to boost your confidence but wouldn’t get in your way during your shift. You couldn’t believe he had his own place, no matter how “shitty” he said it was. You couldn’t believe he was a tattooed mechanic and had hair. That was the real kicker for you. He didn’t have it shaved so close that he felt like a peach when you patted at the top of his head just to get on his nerves.

He had those long spirals that you wanted to reach across his small kitchen counter and swirl around your finger. Those curls inspired a habit of tilting his head to let his big brown eyes hide under his messy bangs; or sometimes he toyed with his curls to pull a chunk of it in front of his face. It was fascinating to see the way his features and behaviors have adapted to adulthood. Back home he was harassed daily for his “feminine” features, so the fluttery lashes and full lips were nothing new. But now he had grown into his generous mouth and his doe eyes, and so much of his youthful softness had made way for sharp definition — particularly in his jawline and cheekbones. He’s actually grown into the kind of person that intimidated you even if he was just Eddie. He made your palms sweat and had you thinking over every little thing you said. Y’know, things like Loo-ddie. You tried to reassure yourself that you only had nerves because you wanted to have him as a best friend again so badly, but some self-aware part of you knew the signs of an impending crush. Why couldn’t you have some self-control? Why did you have to gush over just about every man who showed you an ounce of kindness?

You wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but you even had brief heart eyes for Ron after seeing how sweet he was with Sandy. It made you yearn for what they had, and you recognized it was more about wanting such a wholesome relationship of your own than wanting someone twice your age, but you still felt ashamed about it. What’s wrong with you? You needed to let bosses stay bosses, and you needed to let best friends stay best friends. You needed Eddie to be a friend, you needed to keep those boundaries in place so you couldn’t ruin everything like always. He’s special, and you can’t just throw yourself at him and offer to give him whatever he wants just so you could feel like his everything — even if it’s only for a few minutes.

You glance at your hands now and fight the urge to chip away at your freshly painted nails to appease your low spirits. You sit with these thoughts for a moment, swallowing moisture back into your throat that felt too tight; then you forced yourself away from the cramped motel bathroom to finish getting ready for your shift. You couldn’t let yourself slip up and distract yourself with your own misery — it was Saturday, and this was your final step towards success. A measly success of a server job at a small-town bar, but you had to put a positive spin on it.

You couldn’t focus on self-loathing, and you couldn’t focus on Eddie.

*

“A new girl?” Eddie groaned as he rolled his sleeves up to the bends of his elbows. “The last time we had a new person I had to watch him every fucking second cause he had no clue what he was doing — shit, he even stole from you, didn’t he?”

“Yes,” Ron muttered bitterly, never happy about the reminder that someone had been sneaking cash out from under his nose. “She’s pretty good though. Real sweet and does her job.”

“I dunno… do we really need the help?”

“Kevin is back at school. We really need the help,” Ron chuckled, but felt a pang of sadness right to his chest knowing his youngest was back at college — or even in college in the first place — all the same. “Don’t be so sour. She’s a good kid.”

Eddie grumbled irritably but didn’t pester him any further. It was no use anyways. If Ron set his mind on something, then he wasn’t letting up. Sure, it made sense considering it’s his business, but he’s also stubborn as a bull and that quality had a history of surpassing logic sometimes.

About a quarter to four, Eddie was in the back when the bell rang.

“Well look at you, all nice and early again. You suckin’ up?” he heard Ron asking playfully, and Eddie rolled his eyes.

Great. A suck-up.

Just what he needed. Some goody two-shoes setting a new standard that he wouldn’t meet. He was lucky if he was on time in the first place with how much he slept in on the weekends, but Ron was always cutting him slack. Jus’ a small-town bar he’d say whenever Eddie scrambled into the building with an apology already slipping out at an incoherent pace.

He couldn’t hear the new girl’s reply, assuming it had been a nonverbal one rather than one so delicate and quiet that even Ron barely heard it before the novice made her way to the back.

“Hi, I don’t think we’ve worked together yet and I just… wanted… to… Loogie…?”

At the sound of your voice, Eddie was already turning around from where he was opening the recent delivery. His perception of the moment seemed to have been placed in slow motion and suddenly he was heating up with flashbacks of Wednesday night. Called her a good girl, no joke, called her a good girl his mind droned on repeat just to torture him.

“Wha — hey,” he laughed casually and thankfully avoided choking on his own spit. He swallowed thickly and his brow furrowed as his voice came out painfully hoarse. “You’re the new girl?”

“Guess so. If I do well tonight,” you murmured with a small smile, toying with your hands.

You had painted your fingernails a rich burgundy, and his eyes zeroed in on the small strokes of color before looking up at you again.

“I’m sure you’ll be okay, Ron seems really impressed with you…” Eddie offered with a light laugh after clearing his throat, suddenly feeling sheepish around you again.

“Don’t go tellin’ her that! I don’t want her thinking she doesn’t have to work hard tonight!” Ron shouted from the front, pulling a snicker out of you.

You swiftly place your purse on a hook before continuing the conversation. Even if it wasn’t the end of the world if Ron heard your conversation, you took a few steps closer to Eddie and lowered your voice a touch.

“So… did the tea help at all…?” you ask, risking a mention of Wednesday night. You lifted one sneakered foot up onto your toes and shifted nervously before settling it back down as you waited on his reply.

Eddie’s lips pushed out in thought as he brought his attention back to the delivery of nuts and pretzels (really, he was looking for an excuse to not have to look at you as he thought of that night).

“Oh, uh, yeah. Thanks — really helped,” he offered a partial smile as his eyes flitted over to you before turning down again just a fast.

You press your lips together in a weak smile of your own and nod but fall silent. Instead of giving into your urge to pick at your polish, you run the pads of your fingers over the smooth surface of your nails instead.

“‘m sorry for that hug,” you finally blurt out with an uneasy laugh. “I just- I really thought that was why you were reaching over, and I didn’t want to be rude so-”

Eddie’s eyes widened and finally removed himself from his suddenly oh-so-interesting task.

“No no no, you don’t have to apologize,” he promised as he stretched back to his full height. “I should’ve been offering anyw- ah, shit.”

Eddie hissed as he glanced down at his hand. While replying with a fervent need to reassure you, he had thoughtlessly grabbed at the wrong end of the box cutter and sliced the pad of his thumb.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” you rush over to him, instinctively cradling his hand with your own.

“Just a surface cut. Really.” Eddie chuckled. He really needed to go run it under cool water and bandage it, but he wasn’t ready to separate from you.

“What’s going on back there?” Ron questioned from the bar.

“Eddie cut his finger!” you replied as Eddie insisted “Nothing!” simultaneously.

Ron grumbled on his way to his back room that he had turned into a part kitchen, part break room, part delivery storage room. Surely there was some kind of code being broken there, but who cared? Clearly no one around Hawkins.

He eyed the way you two were situated but didn’t think much of it since you were probably just having a natural reaction to someone getting hurt.

“I swear…” he grumbled under his breath on his way over.

“You need to pay attention before you really hurt yourself one of these days,” Ron muttered, and grabbed Eddie’s wrist far harsher than when you reached out for him. “Aren’t you a mechanic? Don’t you know to watch where your hands are, kid?”

You cringed when he wiped at the spot with a rough napkin that sounded like it might as well have been sandpaper against the cut, then grunted.

“It’s fine. Just a bleeder,” he states with all the confidence of a certified physician and ruggedness of an old trucker before tugging up his jeans further into his partial beer gut and walking back out. “You know where the first aid kit is!”

“More than anyone,” Eddie added with a half grin to compliment his self-deprecation as he tilted his head, breathing out a soft laugh.

“Still accident prone, huh?” you ask with a slight scrunch to your nose and a lift to the corners of your lips, watching him head farther back in the multi-faceted room to the employee bathroom.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” He tilted back out of the room to offer you a cheeky grin, his hair jostling with the motion and then again when he flicked his head to get it out of his face.

“Oh, I dunno… Coulda learned your lesson after face planting into gravel,” you offer with an innocent tone, taking a moment to clock in before sauntering over.

“Well considering that happened several times, you should know better than to assume I’d ever learn,” he whispered playfully, grinning over at you.

“Guess so,” you snort, leaning into the doorframe.

“Had to rough this face up, y’know? Really dedicate myself to becoming a man,” Eddie used a deeper, rougher tone of voice and puffed his chest out as he held a paper towel to his thumb.

“It’s a shame it didn’t work,” you pouted before laughing at the hurt look he donned.

“You wound me, truly,” he moved his good hand to his chest.

“Not as often as you do, apparently,”

“Touché, touché,” he sighed, unclasping the first aid kit and flipping it open. “You’re still a lil shit, y’know that?”

“Can’t help it. Haven’t had anyone to banter with in years,” your head settled against the wood of the doorframe and his own tilted to the side as he regarded you. That smirk of his toyed on his lips as he considered your words.

He’s about to reply — surely with some cheeky remark about you needing him — but Ron was calling before he got the chance.

*

“Make sure you’re wearing gloves today,” Ron muttered to Eddie without lifting his attention from whatever he was writing down.

“You never wear gloves,” Eddie countered with a childish huff. “Only rich-ass bars in the city give a shit about that crap.”

“Yeah, well I ain’t a health hazard,” he snickered, finally raising his gaze to point his pencil at Eddie’s bandaged finger. “Gloves. Now.”

Eddie rolled his eyes but pulled gloves from the box under the countertop anyways. You’re on the other side of the bar, sitting on a stool and a smile pulling at your lips. Elbows on the countertop and chin balancing on your fists, you watch him intently with little giggles sneaking out.

“Don’t encourage him,” Ron pleads gruffly at the sound of you laughing over Eddie making a big show of pulling out the gloves and slipping them onto his hands.

Once he let each glove snap into place at his wrists, Eddie outstretched his arms and displayed his new accessory.

“Eh? Nice, right? Definitely won’t make everything I touch taste like latex,” Eddie nudged his boss who gave him a less than pleased look, but you were sure he was muffling his own amusement.

“Wanna learn how to bartend?” Ron asks you now. “I think there’ll be an opening soon.”

At that, Eddie leans back with a belly laugh, his dimples sinking into his cheeks.

*

You had unfortunately started your shift with the assumption that they had been messing with you when Ron and Sandy warned you about Saturday nights. When you arrived just before 4 o’clock there was nearly no one there besides the occasional regular; then twenty minutes past 5 o’clock came along and you were blasted back to Sunday mornings at the diner. The place was packed full of people all chummy with one another, which was charming until they were several drinks in and decided they knew you just as well.

Not all of them, but enough of them were flirting with you at every opportunity; and you were forced to use your customer service manners to deal with them. So many fake smiles were starting to make your cheeks ache.

Returning to the back with an empty tray, you rub at the muscles in one cheek with your free hand. You almost forgot how much service work meant forcing a pleasant attitude and dealing with aching feet. God, that was killing you more than anything. When you were leaving the motel, your trusty sneakers were like walking on clouds. Now, you were certain you had been stomping around on needles.

The music didn’t exactly help with your shift either while trying to hear requests and reply, especially since you weren’t one to use a loud tone. Ron insisted on live music whenever he could get it and you understood the appeal, but the band playing tonight apparently didn’t know how to have a respectable volume set for performing indoors.

You could handle it and you knew you’d form a routine with the locals that rushed in on the weekends and you’d learn how to cope with deafening musicians — you just needed to adjust to your new job.

What you couldn’t handle, as you were quickly learning, was seeing Eddie bartend. It was such a simple act, and yet it left you slack jawed while trying to stay focused on dishing out the drinks he prepared to the right people.

Something about the gloved hands and the rolled-up sleeves as he moved around the bar with such ease left you in the shadow of a crush looming overhead again. His chain bracelet and that familiar beaded bracelet were stacked on one wrist; he even had a few faded tattoos you caught glimpses of in the dim lighting. Not to mention the moving musculature in his strong forearms as he poured and served and wiped with a sort of sloppy expertise. You noticed there wasn’t a lot of mixing around here just like back home. Just a whole lot of small-town people looking for simple alcohol. The older ones seemed partial to a basic glass of whiskey or beer; and the younger ones all hopped up on the fact that they could finally drink legally were requesting shots.

Eddie had tied his hair back in a low bun with the occasional curl rebelling and framing his face that seemed to only be smiling or thinly veiling irritation whenever a mean drunk bitched about him not pouring enough. Either way it truly was something to behold.

As much as his looks should’ve been a passing thought, considering your place as an old friend, they insisted on lingering. You were still adjusting to knowing him this way and the odd disposition between knowing him like no one else and not knowing him at all continued to present a disorienting mix of feelings. The possibility of such complications never occurred to you when you became dead set on coming here, and you hated that you didn’t see it coming or brace yourself for it. Now you were stumbling through moving here for a childhood best friend and winding up finding a man in his place.

Then, of course, your thoughts circled back to your history with men. Don’t go there, don’t go there.

You let out a small sigh and checked the clock. 11:11. So close. So, so close. Before you knew it, it would be time to leave. Glancing at your notepad, you go over what that guy in the sweat stained sports tee asked for his cheap nachos. Extra jalapeños. He insisted on extra jalapeños and went into way too much detail of how “he’d be paying for it in the morning, but they’re just so damn good.”

“Having fun?” Eddie asked after his plodding jog to the back.

“Oh, you bet. An absolute blast,” you laughed, pouring the molten cheese over the thin tortilla chips. “Whatcha doing here?”

“Break,” Eddie answered simply as he flopped down in a chair in the small corner of the space dedicated to the employees. “Ron and Sandy got the bar for now.”

“Ahh,” you hum, spooning the jalapeños on top of the mountain of ingredients.

“Y’know, you’re pretty good at the whole bartending thing. It’s actually kinda cool,” you admitted, glancing over your shoulder to smile over at him.

“I just pour alcohol for the local drunks, but thanks,” Eddie laughed diffidently over the compliment, sliding his metal lunch box closer to get to his baggie of pretzels.

“Is that your dinner?” You ask now, fighting to keep the conversation alive. You’d take talking about pretzels over a lull in conversation.

“Oh uh--” he glanced down at the bag. “I might make something when I get home if I have enough energy.”

“You better. Or I’ll be forced to come over again. Pretzels aren’t dinner.”

“Oh, I see,” Eddie grinned. “Then you can come over and I can make a fool of myself again.”

“It’s okay, I’ll do it too. It’ll balance everything out,” you offered, placing the hot plate on your tray.

“Oh, well there we go. Long as we’re both fools, then it should be okay,” he agreed with feigned seriousness to your proposal then let his smile curl up his lips again.

“Of course,” you matched his endearing expression. “We’re always fools.”

“Always fools…” he tested aloud while leaning back to teeter the metal foldout chair back and forth.

“I concur, Critter.”

*

“They’re awfully chummy, hm?” Sandy whispered to Ron as she watched you two interact while cleaning up for the night.

“Yeah. I hate it,” Ron grumbled out, scrubbing at a stain. “He better not scare her off. She’s a good waitress.”

“Don’t be like that,” Sandy sighed, nudging her hip into his. “I think it’s sweet. And he’s a good kid, I don’t see him hurting her — let alone enough to cost us an employee.”

“So, we’re definitely keeping her ‘round?”

“Yes, we settled on that this morning — would you quit avoiding the topic?” She urged and Ron groaned as he stretched his back.

“It’s alright, I guess. Jus’ don’t want any drama around here. Too old for it.”

*

“So, I didn’t scare you off?” Eddie asked as you cleaned off tables together.

“Scare me off?” you repeated, glancing over at him. “Why’d you say that?”

Eddie eyed you through his lashes then looked back down at the same spot he’s wiped down probably six times now.

“Well, you brought up coming over again,” he let out a soft chuckle. “So, I’m guessing I wasn’t that much of an idiot on Wednesday?”

“Oh psh — please,” you laughed it off, standing up straighter after swiping the rag over the tabletop one more time. “If anything, I was being stupid.”

“Oh, I wasn’t saying you weren’t being stupid,” Eddie joked with that obnoxiously gorgeous grin, finally separating from that same table he kept cleaning. He sauntered over to you, his amusement and proximity warming you as he looked down at you. “Just that I was also stupid.”

“I’d say you were especially stupid, but I was trying to be nice,” you shot back in a dulcet tone, grinning up at him.

“Be nice?” Eddie repeated with a huff of disbelief, grinning when that earned him a jab to his side. “Gone soft on me, Critter? Not the same girl that’ll throw a remote at my head?”

“I only did that if you were particularly annoying while I was trying to watch TV,” you laughed, nudging his chest to just barely make him stumble back. Not that it discouraged that man who only smiled brighter.

“Well then, I guess I have an excuse for being such an idiot all the time. You really knocked something loose all those times you hit me with that remote.”

“Sure, it was me that knocked something loose,” you teased in a giggle, making your way over to the last couple of tables. Your laughter only builds up at the face he gives you — both playfully hurt and encouraged to get you back.

Within seconds you noticed the way he started to twist up his rag, and you were squealing and rushing away from him. Eddie chased after you and whipped at you with the towel whenever he got the chance, occasionally jamming his hip into a table or a chair with a breathy “Oof.” Amongst your squeaks of empty fear, you were still cackling and tried to get him back with your own towel.

“Children!” Ron suddenly announced, and you two slowed down to a stop — still breathless and giggly. “I’m old and would like to go to sleep. Maybe finish cleaning before flirting?”

Sandy gave him a look that could kill for that, then followed Eddie’s example and whipped at his behind with a rag.

Both of your faces flushed at the accusation, but thankfully weren’t forced to sit with the embarrassment of being called out by Ron. Instead, all your attention went to cackling over Ron’s tired reaction to his wife snapping a towel at his ass.

He looked genuinely angry for a moment, and then he was clearing his throat and wiping the bar cleaner off his hands and twisting up his own towel.

“Nope — no — Ron,” Sandy started with a warning tone, but she was already laughing, slowly backing away.

“Gotta play fair,” Ron pointed out and whipped at her thigh. That was enough to send Sandy squealing and Ron chased after her to the back room while the two of you leaned into your laughter.

You’d do anything for a love like that.

*

“Still not a fan of pretzels for dinner?” Eddie chanced a glance over at you with a lazy, half grin as he toyed with his keys and walked you over to your car.

“Definitely not a fan of pretzels for dinner,” you answered, laughing under your breath and nudging his hip with your own.

“It’s a shame cause y’know,” Eddie yawned dramatically as he stretched out his arms and then flopped into the side of your car. “I’m real tired. If someone doesn’t follow through with their offer, that’s for sure all I’ll be having.”

You tilted your head, feeling that post-customer service ache to your cheeks as you fought the urge to smile at this absolute idiot leaning against your car. His elbow was propped up on the roof, his fist supporting his head and squishing his cheek.

“I don’t know if I have the energy to cook right now,” you sighed, doing your best to match his drama. “But you know what?”

“What, Critter?” He hummed, shoving himself away from the car to move a few stray hairs from your face and in that moment, you might as well have melted into the cracked and sun-bleached pavement. “I’m invested. Do go on.”

“I can buy us fast food,” you whispered to provide a surreptitious air to burgers and fries. Screw it. You’ve been good about eating real food. Maybe it was time to associate these meals with something positive for once. Whatever excused your addiction to excessive oil and salt.

“Ah, much better than pretzels,” he laughed, shoving one of his hands into his jacket pocket. “I’d be honored.”

“Just like old times,” him being closer to you to move some hair out of your face encouraged you to toy with one of the pins on his coat. A soft breeze swirled through the parking lot, and you were both reminded of how stuffy and smoke-filled work had been as you breathed the fresh air in. You caught the scent of a distant bonfire, but it was nothing like the cloud of tobacco back in The Hideout. The chill of the air combined with the musk of a faraway fire spoke of Fall, sweetening your already pleasant mood.

“Remember that time we got large pizzas for both of us on movie night?”

“Yeah,” Eddie let out a soft laugh. “You threw up on the carpet.”

“Yeah, and you got in trouble for using your dad’s credit card,” you add a small giggle of your own, just for your heart to sink at the shift in his expression. You shuffled in your spot.

“Sorry… I probably shouldn’t… I shouldn’t keep bringing him up,” you muttered, dropping your hand away from his W.A.S.P. pin.

“No — no, no it’s okay really,” Eddie was quick to reassure you, but your mood was still steadily spoiling and dragging the pit of your stomach down with it at even a glimpse of him being bothered by you. Upset, angry, annoyed, fed up — whatever it was. You were certainly paying the cost of your penchant for nostalgia, and even the aroma of an early October night couldn’t save you.

“I like talking about when we were kids,” he added in a hushed tone that eased your spiral a touch. You glanced up at him through your lashes. “Really. I do. Makes me feel… ah, I don’t know.”

He admitted that last comment with a huff. It was filtered through amusement over his inability to speak before he rolled his lower lip inward in thought. Both of his hands were shoved in his pockets now and he swayed in his spot while kicking a piece of gravel forward. He finally released his lower lip again which was left with a slight sheen to it now, and he settled on a shrug of defeat. He couldn’t think of what he wanted to say.

You stared at him, this impromptu moment of softness burning through you in a way you weren’t expecting. Just as he couldn’t understand exactly why he enjoyed discussing his childhood as long as it was with you — you couldn’t understand the sudden pang of nausea that came from hanging onto his words and just to drop down over a noncommittal shrug. Your anxiety barreled into you in a sudden flash, leaving you somewhere in between the pain and the comfort of clinging to the past with him.

“Makes me feel cared about, I guess. Especially since we haven’t been friends in a while,” he finally concluded. “You don’t have to remember any of that stuff, but you do… it’s nice.”

“We’re always friends,” you insisted with a small smile, doing your best to not let everything fall apart over that once brief change of expression especially since things were looking up again.

“Yeahhh, you’re alright…,” Eddie murmured. “I guess I’ll keep you.”

“Oh, how generous of you,” you snort, attempting to move him to the side so you can get to your car, just for him to reach out a hand to settle on your upper arm. He gently urged you to turn around as he pushed himself off your car again.

“C’mon, I’ll drive. I don’t trust that thing,” Eddie insisted as he kept a careful hold on your elbow while guiding you towards his van.

“What?” you question, looking back at your lonely car. “I’ve had her forever, she’s perfectly safe… I can’t just leave her here.”

“Your brake pads are shit.”

“What?” you ask again with a slight pout and furrowed brows.

“When you visited me the other day,” he started with a light laugh to buffer his confession. “Your car sounded like it was screaming when you were parking.”

You reached his van that had aged gracefully over the years with a mechanic at its beck and call. Eddie unlocked the passenger side door and held it open for you, but you couldn’t stop looking at your car.

“She’s just tired s’all,” you frown, feeling guilty over abandoning an inanimate object no matter how silly it felt.

“She’s just gonna kill you if you don’t replace your brake pads s’all,” Eddie leaned into you with his mocking whisper. Your sad glance up at him is enough to make his playful expression falter. His heavy and dramatic exhale already pulls a smile back onto your face, knowing he was caving in some way or another.

“I’ll bring ‘er to Thach’s and replace them for you,”

“Thank you, Loogie,” you swooned, and he rolled his eyes over your excessively cooing tone.

You were lucky to have favoritism on your side.

*

“Give it to me straight, doc. Will she make it?”

Eddie glanced over at you with a faux glare.

“How many times are you going to ask me that?”

“I dunno, how many times are you going to squint at me instead of answering?”

“You know I’m doing this for free right? After hours? After already working my second job all night?”

“Ooo, you sound like such an adult,” you squeeze your shoulders up to your ears with a grin, a brown bag stocked with artery-clogging goodness on your lap. He shook his head at you, looking away again to hide his poorly masked amusement. He could say all he wanted about doing this for free, but you could still give him a hard time. He was getting paid whether he wanted it or not. Even if he didn't accept it from you personally, you'd at least leave cash at the front desk and ask the nice receptionist to give it to him.

“Alright, c’mere,” he waved you over eventually. You perked up, moving out of the hard plastic chair in the garage where you left the fast food in your place. “And can you bring that display over? On the table?”

Nodding, you snatched it on your way over to Eddie and kneel beside him.

“Okay so,” he started off with a sigh. Not a great sign.

“Best case scenario, your brake pads look like this,” a greasy index finger points to one of the pads on display before moving to the one next to it. “This is how they’d look with a more moderate amount of wear to them – not great and you'll want to replace them, and then this is how they look when you need to get them replaced ASAP.”

“And this is your brain on drugs,” you chimed in with the theme, before shrinking under the look he gave you.

“Sorry,” you murmured, even though he broke and smiled over your bad joke.

You returned to observing the gradual decline in buffers on the display and shrug a bit.

“Okay, so what about Sherry?”

Eddie groaned as he leaned back to grab the discarded piece of metal and held it up to show you. It looked like a flat, grimy cracker in comparison to the examples on the display.

“They’re practically just the backing plates at this point, I don’t know how you’re not dead,” the piece clinked against the cement floor when he dropped it back down. “How long have they been squealing?”

Eddie’s brow furrowed and he became visibly pained by the way you had to think about it. It wasn’t coming from a patronizing, “how can you be so dumb” kind of place, but rather it stemmed from the anxiety of knowing you were driving around like this.

“I dunno… I noticed a while ago, so I just played my music louder,” you shrugged, and Eddie snorted amidst his distress. He sat up more to lean his back on Sherry. “But then I had to start stomping on the brakes way before I usually would to stop in time.”

“Yeah, that’s generally not a great sign,” he snickered as you started to.

“I’m so sorry, Sherry…” you frowned despite your previous giggling, raising a hand to caress one of her doors. Eddie lifted himself up off the ground with a grunt, heading over to a sink to wash his hands. You crane your neck to follow him, dropping your hand down from your car and start playing with the creeper, rolling it back and forth.

“So, she’ll get some new brake pads and she’ll be as good as new?”

“Well, I don’t want to just replace those, I’ll check out the whole braking system,” Eddie turned to face you completely, wiping the remaining water and suds off his hands. He grabbed the bag you left on the seat and made his way back to you.

“How’d you learn all this stuff?” you asked, thanking him as he handed you your burger before taking a monstrous bite out of his own.

“Uh, my uncle taught me,” he said around his food, sucking a bit of ketchup off the side of his thumb. You noticed the sad glance down to the floor, so you backed off. You didn’t need another moment like earlier when you brought up his dad again.

“I just can’t get over the fact that you’re a grown up…” you murmured to yourself, looking down at your meal. Eddie eyed you as he kept chomping away at his food. The horrid sound that you’ve always despised motivated you to look up at him again, and laughter bloomed from your chest at the sight of the mess around his mouth. His chewing slowed as he blinked his big eyes at you. Gulp.

“What? What’s so funny?”

“You still eat like an obnoxious kid,” you teased, kicking a foot out to nudge him and pull multiple napkins out of the bag for him.

He simply shrugged in response with a cheeky grin, accepting the napkins that he unceremoniously smeared over his lips.

“Hey, you’re the one who wanted to be here,” he raised his hands up in defense now, chuckling to himself.

“Yeah, I am…” you murmured, leaning your head back against Sherry as a fond smile formed on your lips while you watched him start to dig through the bag for any stray fries to add to his container. He shoved most of them right into his mouth before glancing at you again.

“What?”

“Nothing… just happy to have my best friend back,” you murmured, and he silently melted at the sincerity. God, did he feel lucky for once.

You take a beat before outstretching your arm to present him with your downturned hand with just your pinky out. Eddie recognized the old gesture and wiped his hand on his pants, despite the napkins at his disposal, before reaching his own hand out. Interlocking pinkies was of course typical of some childish pact which the two of you did plenty of times as kids, but sometimes you sought this out simply for a moment of comfort. It made you feel held and even as kids, Eddie had the emotional maturity to understand how lonely you felt because of your family. So, when you needed someone to hold your pinky, he was there. The only difference was now his pinky was closer to the width of your thumb and nearly swallowed your pinky whole when he wrapped it around yours. Just another adjustment to Eddie being an adult, which left an unlaughed snicker in your chest at the realization, but it comforted you all the same.

And this night in a dingy old garage after a long shift was easily the best night you’d had in years.

*

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Familiar

Ghostface (Billy Loomis) x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: You've been having a shameful relationship with a certain Woodsboro slasher. One night, during a particularly passionate encounter, you discover who it actually is you’ve been spending time with.

Warnings: Smut, you don’t know you’re fucking Billy so I guess elements of non-con

“Guys come on! So what if I’m a virgin, I mean it’s normal!” Randy sat on the concrete ledge, fighting for his life against the vultures that are Stu and Billy. They cackled and fist bumped, turning back towards Randy to listen to him dig himself deeper into the virginity hole.

You overheard this conversation as you walked towards the group, lunch tray in hand and backpack slung over one shoulder, making it ache. Stu and Tatum sat furthest to the right, as usual, on top of eachother, kissing and touching, Tatum sitting on his lap. Then Sydney to their left, then Billy beside her, chewing on some apple slices Syd had brought. Randy sat furthest to the right, a few feet away from Billy. You strode over, plopping down between Billy and Randy. “What’s everyone arguing about?” You asked with a smile, also silently questioning if your school chicken sandwich would give you salmonella.

Stu laughed, tossing a chocolate in his mouth. “We just figured out that ol’ stunner Randy Meeks here is a virgin.” He threw a candy towards Randy, making him swat it away and flip Stu off. You were conflicted. You could take Randy’s side and say you were too, but that’d be a lie. If you said you weren’t a virgin, then everyone would ask who you’d slept with, because you told Syd and Tatum that you were a virgin. They’d know it happened recently, and you couldn’t exactly tell them you’d been meeting with a certain ghost-faced serial killer.

You shrugged. “Me too.” With a sneer, you peeled the bun back to reveal a questionably pink looking breaded piece of chicken. “You want this?” You held the burger out to Stu, who snatched it up and began to scarf it down like he hadn’t eaten in a month, which left you with a few bland, soggy french fries.

“A-HA!” Randy pointed an accusatory finger at Billy. “Told you! Totally normal to be a virgin. Just cause you're used to seeing movies where every single teenager is having sex doesn’t mean that-“

“It’s not the movies, Spielberg.” Billy interrupted. “Most of the people I know - in this school - aren’t virgins.”

You made eye contact with Billy, just now realizing that he was staring you down, deep brown eyes burning holes into yours. Trying to play off how nervous you were around him, you rolled your eyes. “What’s the big deal, Billy? Being a virgin isn’t embarrassing.”

Billy dropped the apple slice he was eating, leaning closer to you. Something in his eyes looked right through you. It looked like he knew all of your secrets, every little thing you’ve done in the dark. You tensed and backed up, biting half of your cardboard-like fry. “What?” You asked defensively, trying to get him to back off.

He didn’t say a word for a few seconds, staring at you with the same blank expression. “You’re really a virgin, huh?”

Did he know? How could he possibly know? Did EVERYONE know? You started to panic internally, but kept it cool on the outside. “Yes! I don’t know what the big deal is. Just because I haven’t found someone yet doesn’t mean I’m a loser or something.”

“Yeah right! You’re a total loser!” Stu yelled, finishing your sandwich. “I can’t believe a hottie like you is a virgin! Maybe you and Randy can fuck, get it over with.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you. You threw a fry at him, but it missed him, unlike Tatum’s slap on the chest, “Ugh, Stu don’t be gross.” She whined.

Randy’s face was bright red. You always thought he might have a little thing for you, but you’d pretty much had your eyes on Billy ever since high school started. You were glad to be his friend, but when he started dating one of your best friends, Syd, you couldn’t help but be consumed completely with jealousy. She knew you’d had a crush on him a little bit, and still dated him. You convinced her you were over it. Girl code, y’know?

“I’m not rushing to not be a virgin. I’m fine with it.” You said matter-of-factly and ate another fry. Billy scoffed, leaning back against his hands, which earned him a glare from both you and Sydney. You had no clue why he was being so rude about this, he couldn’t know. The bell rang out, signaling both the terrible start of your Algebra class and the blissful end of this conversation. “See you guys later.” You mumbled, taking your tray with you as you left.

The alarm clock beside you read 12:36 AM. You had been reading next to your lamp at your desk for a while, procrastinating your homework long enough to where it hopefully disappeared. With a yawn and an ache behind your eyes you decided it was bedtime. As you stood up to turn your lamp off, you jumped at the sound of your phone ringing. Your body had an immediate response, like Pavlov’s dogs. A phone call late at night usually meant a visit from your favorite ghost.

You picked up the line. “Hello?” You asked, a small smile tugging at your lips as you mindlessly chewed on your fingernail.

“Hi pretty girl…” his sultry voice had you hot in your cool bedroom, cheeks turning pink. “Your blinds are closed. I thought I told you to keep those open.”

“Sorry.” You said softly. “It was hot today…” you walked towards your curtains and moved them to the side, standing in the window.

A hearty chuckle sounded from over the line. “There she is…wearing my favorite shirt…good girl…”

You looked down at the tank top you had on, pink, simple, but low cut and revealing. Perfect for bed and, apparently, Ghostface. With it, you wore a pair of plain black lounge shorts that fit loose around your thighs.

“I’m in a hurry tonight, princess so get to it.” He said quickly, “Is the window unlocked like I told you?”

You nodded, big enough for him to see from his usual spot in the yard. You decided to listen to the man, getting to work. You set the phone down for just a second, quickly taking your shirt off. You had no bra, so he had a full unobstructed view of your tits he loved so much. You picked up the phone again and heard a small groan from him. “Attagirl…”

You shimmied your shorts off your legs, pleased that you had worn panties he liked, your girliest ones, purple with a little gemstone heart on the waistband.

“It’s almost like you knew I was coming, pretty girl.”

You bit your lip, leaning in closer to the window. “Come inside already…” You whispered needily, voice almost trembling from your desperation.

One minute your yard was empty, normal. The picture of suburban bliss. The next, it was overtaken by the shadow of a brutal, ruthless killer, threatening aura filling the whole yard. He should scare you, but your body had a visceral reaction to him. Face hot, skin tingling, panties wet. You wanted him every single night like you’d never wanted anything before, and seeing him was like lighting a fire in your chest. It was borderline humiliating how bad you needed him.

You slid the window open, screen discarded weeks ago, and you waited with vibrating skin. You watched his gloved hands grip the window sill, strong arms pulling him up into your childhood bedroom. Maybe that was part of the appeal. He was so forbidden, having a secret relationship in your home with a man like him was so hot to you.

There he stood in all his glory, black boots heavy on your white rug. He was on you in seconds, hands wandering, grabbing your tits hard with one, the other pushing your panties down. “So wet already.” He growled. His voice close-up was weird, but something you’d gotten used to. You knew he was using a voice changer, it crackled very once in a while and you could hear another voice in tandem with his deep, modulated one. His real voice. You couldn’t hear it well enough to know who it was, but you liked hearing it anyway.

You nodded, breathless, backing up to your bed while pulling him at the bicep with you. You laid back, and he slid your panties off the rest of the way, slipping them into his back pocket. That made your face flame red. The fact that he wanted to keep your wet panties was insane to you, made you feel hot, made you feel wanted. It made you feel like he needed you as bad as you needed him.

“Please…” you whined, pulling on his cloak as he stepped between your legs.

“Needy, huh? Such a pretty girl shouldn’t be acting like such a slut.” He snapped, but you could hear the smirk in his voice. His gloved hands trailed up the smooth skin of your inner thighs, stopping at the apex to admire the way you looked in the low warm light of your bedroom.

He slid his glove off, something he’s never done before. You looked down quickly at his hand, but a firm grip on your jaw slammed you back down to the bed. “No peeking, princess.”

You nodded, finally feeling his skin on yours. His touch felt so much better than the rough material of his gloves. Based on the glance you got, his hands were big, but smooth. Something you didn’t expect from him. You expected rough and dirty hands, not soft and manicured fingers.

All of your pensive thoughts were scrambled when you felt his finger push inside of you, quite easily with how wet you were at this point. He groaned at the feeling of your warm insides, eager to be inside you. A second finger slid in beside the first, curling upwards against the soft spot he knew got a reaction from you. You tensed, legs spreading further with a whine at his touch.

Warmth spread over your legs and belly, up to your chest and face. His fingers squelched as he fucked them into you, curled upwards at every right moment. Your bedsheets felt so soft against your hands as you gripped onto them, eyes closed and mouth open, wanton moans escaping you. While you weren’t focused, he slid a hand underneath his cloak, palming himself through his jeans.

He grumbled something softly, something you didn’t hear.

“Huh?” You asked, that small word the only thing you could muster between moans.

“Wanna taste you.” He said louder, grinding his hips into his hand. “You're gonna be a good girl and keep your eyes shut, okay?” He asked, but you felt a threatening undertone present in his words. You nodded quickly, but whined when his fingers left you. You felt yourself clench around nothing,feeling empty without him inside you.

You shut your eyes tightly, hearing him move to the window to shut the curtain. Your hands were clammy as they pressed over your eyes, you had to make sure you wouldn’t peek. You wanted to see what he looked like, but didn’t want to end up in the paper as the newest Ghostface victim.

For a minute, you waited, then suddenly, an eruption of pleasure as you felt his mouth on you, tongue running up your clit, hands pressing your thighs down against the bed. Without even thinking about it, your hands flew down to grip his hair. He didn’t seem to mind. You tried to gather what little information you could from the feeling. He felt sweaty, but his hair was soft, a little bit longer. But that’s all you could gather. You scrunched your face to emphasize the fact that your eyes were closed.

He sucked your clit into his mouth as two large fingers pushed inside of you. You let out a loud moan, mouth hanging open and back arching up off of the bed. “Holy shit…” you moaned, tightening your grip on his hair. He groaned, squeezing your thighs tight with his bare hands, to your delight, both gloves were off. He was becoming way more comfortable with you.

You felt yourself get close, you felt tingles on your thighs and up your waist, all the way up to your arms. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, you felt so good and you couldn’t think straight. At that moment, you wanted to see him. You needed to know who he was. Desperately, you wanted to kiss him.

“I’m…I…” you whined.

“You’re gonna cum?” He asked, voice breathy with small pants. You tensed up. His voice changer wasn’t on. He sounded so familiar but you couldn’t put your finger on it. It was bugging you, but you couldn’t focus on it too long as your orgasm overtook your body, gushing over his fingers and legs trembling as a damn near shriek left your mouth. You felt like you couldn’t see, your ears were ringing and you felt like you had just been beat up. You decided to look. You had to. His voice. You knew him.

You opened your eyes to see the man you’d been fucking the last few weeks. His lips and chin glistening with your cum, face flushed and soft pants escaping his plumped lips, hair sweaty and tousled from your pulling, falling in front of those gorgeous brown eyes.

You couldn’t believe it. You stared in shock. “….B-Billy?”

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Part three of Lilia having Crewel daughter as she learning about her face heritage

Liked he did try keeping her longer till one day she asked to be returned home so she can get ready for school, even to the point that her school Messenger bird that she bonded came with a letter of reminder of her to get ready for school coming soon

Bonus that Silver and Sebek over hear their conversation

Coming home | Yandere Crewel's Daughter Reader

By the terms of Lilia and Crewel’s previous wager

you remember home and begin packing to return when you find that the time hadn’t passed as slow as you thought

You don’t get an owl Harry Potter

But you do get a worried message from your fairy godmother who is having a hard time teleporting to you 

For some strange reason Lilia

Silver watches with an unreadable face as you rush across the room you were given

“Sevens! Sevens! I can’t believe I let it get this bad…I-i thought I had more time. Oooh! Whatever! When I get back I’ll have to apologize, then I have to plant the well, and–ugh! There’s so much I have to do!”

“...Do you have to leave?”

“Well yeah Silvy! My dad is probably sick with worry and both our schools will be starting again soon.”

He sulks begrudgingly helping you continue to pack

“I FOR ONE BELIEVE IT IS FOOLISH TO RETURN TO THAT MAN! WITHIN DAYS WE WILL BE CARRIED OFF TO OUR SCHOOLS AND I BELIEVE IT BE MOST BENEFICIAL TO STAY WITH US UNTIL THAT TIME COMES.”

Sebek gave his two cents standing in your door way

You roll your eyes as you explain the holes in that statement

Bringing up how you haven’t been getting service or receiving letters like you want to

He continues to whine? shout about how dumb he thinks it is that you want to leave

Malleus will hum as he realizes you don’t realize this is subsequently through Lilia’s doing

“She really is completely unaware…”

“As I told you she’d stay! But unfortunately I did bate Crewel about her coming back. It would be cruel to stop her now besides this will be far from the last time we do this. I will guarantee that”

“Hmmm.”

Malleus attempts to calm himself but the rumbling thunder says that was failing

And Silver who went to speak with his father has heard it all

When the time comes Silver volunteers to return you 

Sebek greatly implies he’d like to as well but since his prince isn’t going he cannot even if he really really wants to+ 

Malleus is too busy pouting ruminating about how to keep you with them longer

Lilia apologizes if you discover sending you back with a hug and gift of your own

“Here! It is a gift from your fae family so even as we grow apart in distance we are but a single call a way!”

“Awww thank you Lilia! I’m never taking it off.”

When you finally come out of the Draconia carriage 

You are glomped by your father who let’s his makeup run…only a little

You also hug him back as you missed him just as much

Pulling away he smiles at the sight of the pendant but that turns into disgust as he spots the green and magenta pendant that hangs on its chain

“Evening Professor, I’ve come to apologize on behalf of my master. For keeping your daughter for so long.”

“As you should! If we were in school I wouldn’t even accept any work for a penalty…but as long as my pup is safe thats all I can ask for.”

You smile as you watch two sides of your new family seem to get along

Giving you a ray of hope for the future 

Unbeknownst to you a storm was brewing and the fae behind it isn’t happy

[ncityprincess]

bold.

pairing: bad boy Johnny x rich girl y/n

he was a rugged skateboarder from the rough side of town. you were the goody two shoes heiress of your father's luxury hotel.

MDNI!!!!

“watching you do that is kinda hot, not gonna lie.” you were straddling johnny’s lap, sitting face to face with him on his bed as you watched him roll up the joint. he looked so beautiful while he was in deep concentration, making sure to pack the plant nicely for a good, even burn. his long, brown locks fell in front of his face as he focused on the task at hand.

johnny cracked a smile, “didn’t realize you had a thing for stoners. which by the way, i still can’t believe you’ve never smoked weed before, princess. you’d think being around all those preppy rich snobs you’d seen all kinds of drugs,” he teased.

you pushed his shoulder lightly, “hey! it’s not that i haven’t smoked before, i just…coughed a lot the first time i tried it and i was too scared to try it again. and for your information, not all rich people do drugs, at least, not ones you can get from a dispensary.”

you and johnny had been seeing each other for a few months now. it was an unlikely pairing—you being the daughter of a popular hotel chain owner, and him being a rugged skateboarder who despised authority.

you had met him at a party that your best friend practically dragged you to. "come on, y/n it'll be so much fun! besides, Yuta's got some hot ass friends. way better than the stuffy losers at our school."

"ugh fine, but if any of them spill their cheap beer on my new miu miu's I'm calling an uber. and I'm bringing my taser." you really didn't want to go to this party. it was like 45 minutes away, and it was in a rough part of the city.

your best friend Jennie squealed with excitement and hugged you. "YAY! you're the best!"

the uber dropped you two off at an apartment complex on the other side of the city. unlike your neighborhood, the block was dimly lit. passersby walking with hard scowls on their faces, matching the rough environment of the streets. you clutched onto your designer purse extra tight and linked arms with Jennie, allowing her to lead the way. a man with long back hair and lots of tattoos and piercings opened the lobby door to let the two of you in. Jennie ran into the man's arms and kissed him eagerly.

"hi baby! I missed you so much. Yuta this is my best friend y/n, y/n this my boyfriend Yuta." Yuta's hands slid down the curve of Jennie's lower back, landing on her ass. "nice to meet you y/n, Jennie never shuts up about you" Yuta said with a teasing smirk. "hey!" Jennie shrilled and slapped his chest playfully. you smiled softly and waved at Yuta shyly. he led the three of you into the elevator.

you made your way to the designated floor and you could hear the bass bumping from the hallway. Jennie grabbed your hand and squeezed it, quietly letting you know that she was right by your side. Yuta opened the door and you were immediately met with the stench of cheap beer. I knew it, you thought to yourself silently. boys were gathered around playing beer pong in the dining room, couples were making out like they were the only two people in the apartment, music was blaring in your ear. you weren't a stranger to house parties in the slightest, but you were surrounded by a bunch of people you didn't know, and it made you slightly uncomfortable. luckily, Jennie read your mind.

"baby, can you get y/n and I some drinks. no beer though, ew" Jennie asked Yuta sweetly. his hand lingered on her waist as he pulled away, "sure, be right back. make yourselves at home."

you turned to your best friend "I feel like I'm in the twilight zone." Jennie rolled her eyes "ugh, don't be such a drama queen. you just need to get some drinks in you, OMG you love this song, y/n let's dance!"

before you could protest Jennie grabbed your hands and started dancing with you. she was right, you just needed to relax and loosen up. you were already an outsider, you didn't want to come across as stuck up on top of that. you gave into Jennie's antics and started to sway your hips to the beat. you two were so caught up with dancing that you didn't notice Yuta return with another guy.

"woah, who's that?" Johnny leaned down to ask his friend. "oh her? that's y/n, Jennie's friend. they go to Astor University" Yuta filled Johnny in. Johnny watched you in awe as you danced. you stood out like a sore thumb in the crowd, wearing the fanciest clothes he'd ever seen. even though your outfit most likely cost more than his rent, seeing you be so carefree in an unfamiliar environment intrigued him.

he wanted to know more about you.

"here babe, vodka cranberry good for the two of you?" Yuta said as he handed Jennie the red solo cup and passed the other to you. "yeah it's perfect, thanks!" jennie thanked Yuta and took a sip of the mixed drink. you also thanked him with a kind smile, feeling more relaxed after dancing. you sipped your drink and noticed a tall, muscular man standing in front of you.

"nice moves, y/n. I'm Johnny, Yuta tells me you came all the way here with jennie? must've been a long ass ride." holy shit, jennie was right, Yuta's friends were hot. you instantly were attracted to the large, handsome man in front of you. he had a killer smile, wore a fitted beanie over his long locks, and sported several tattoos, just like Yuta.

you tucked a piece of stray hair behind your ear, feeling slightly shy again. "oh, it wasn't that bad. and my moves? give me a few more of these and I'll be on the table" you teased. Johnny smiled at you, his honey colored eyes looking so kind and inviting. it was a huge contrast from his tough looking demeanor. you loved it.

as the night went on, jennie and Yuta snuck off, most likely to go hook up. it didn't bother you though, because Johnny was keeping you great company. as the drinks kept pouring and the conversation kept flowing, Johnny leaned down to your ear so that you could hear him over the rowdy party goers and the blaring music. "wanna talk on the balcony? it's kinda loud in here." you smiled up at him, your drunken haze making him look extra gorgeous. "yeah, I could use some fresh air."

one thing led to another and you two ended up in a heated make out session. he had you pressed against the brick wall, his hands gripping your hips possessively. you reached up and pulled his beanie off, tossing it to the floor and ran your hands through his soft locks. Johnny pulled away from your lips, looking down at you like you were his prey. his sharp gaze gave you butterflies, and not just in your stomach. "you're bold, princess. I like that." you bit your lip and smirked, "yeah well, I'm used to getting what I want," you shot back at him. "I bet you are," Johnny said before leaning back down to kiss you again.

you moaned softly against his lips, rutting your hips against the thigh that was in between your legs. soon after, you heard the sliding balcony door open. "hey girl, you ready to go...OOP–" jennie stopped in her tracks upon seeing you and Johnny practically dry humping each other. "I'll just...wait for you in the living room" jennie said with a giggle, sliding the door shut. you laughed shyly at the ridiculousness of the situation. here you were, barely wanting to come to this party in the first place. and now you had your tongue down some stranger's throat. a very hot stranger, to be exact.

"I guess you should start heading back, it's getting kinda late." you looked down at your phone, you had no idea it was 2:00 am! you were having such an amazing time with Johnny. you smoothed your outfit down, trying to get rid of the evidence that you were fixing to ride this man's thigh had jennie not interrupted. "yeah, you're right. thanks for keeping me company tonight, Johnny. I was kind of worried I was going to be jennie and Yuta's third wheel all night," you joked. you were about to head back inside, but Johnny grabbed your hand. "when can I see you again, princess?"

before you left the apartment, you had given Johnny your number. he gave you one last goodnight kiss, and led you back inside to meet up with jennie. you and jennie had gossiped about the evening's events on the uber journey home. when you finished your night time routine and crawled into bed, you looked down at your phone.

new message: I had a great time tonight, princess. can I take you to dinner tomorrow night?

you smiled at the message, kicking your feet under your covers. you admired how straightforward and honest he was. he wasted no time in letting you know he wanted to see you again. and that's exactly how the next few months played out.

you: I'd like that a lot, Johnny💋

Johnny finished up with the joint, and ran his free hand up your thigh, toying with the hem of your bunched up mini skirt. "you always wear such sexy shit when you come over, princess." you rolled your eyes, "this sexy shit is a Vivienne Westwood limited edition." Johnny didn't miss a beat, "yeah, it'll be pretty limited when I take it off of you later" you gasped, "Johnny! less talking, more smoking. come on!" "patience, young grasshopper," Johnny teased before reaching over to grab his phone from the nightstand. he pulled up his music library and put on a chill playlist as background music.

"now, the trick is that you don't have to inhale it as deep as you think. take a small pull and just hold the smoke in for a few seconds, then you can exhale. see, watch." you watched closely as he sparked up the lighter and held the flame to the end of the joint. he inhaled the smoke and a few seconds later, he turned his head to the side and blew out the smoke. the distinct smell of marijuana instantly filled his small bedroom. "see, now you try," Johnny said as he handed you the joint.

you took it from his hand hesitantly and took a deep breath before putting the joint to your lips. you took a small pull like Johnny said, and you felt the harsh smoke hit the back of your throat. you quickly blew the smoke out, inadvertently blowing it in johnny's face and you began to cough frantically. Johnny chuckled lightly and handed you a bottle of water. "here, not bad honestly! everyone coughs when they smoke, even us potheads. nothing to worry about." he took the joint from you and rubbed your back soothingly.

after you recovered from the hit, Johnny softly asked you to open your mouth. you did as he said, and watched as he took a deep pull from the joint. he leaned his lips against yours, blowing the smoke into your mouth. you instinctively inhaled the smoke into your lungs, and it was much smoother this time. he smiled at you with a proud look on his face. "atta girl, see, you're already getting the hang of it." the two of you spent the next 20 minutes or so passing around the joint. it only took you a few pulls to start feeling the effects of the marijuana.

a few moments later, you started giggling at nothing in particular. Johnny smiled at you, "I see someone's starting to feel it." "hehehehe, everything feels so much lighter and cooler. I can see why people become stoners hehehehe, it feels like I'm floating on a cloud–NO! a marshmallow. a giant marshmallow." you couldn't stop laughing. everything felt like it was moving in slow motion. you could barely hear the songs that were playing on johnny's phone. your brain was moving a million miles a minute, but it also felt like it was delayed at the same time.

"it's great, isn't it? it helps me stay sane I swear." Johnny took one last pull before he outed the empty joint on the ashtray. he laid down on his back, bringing you down with him, making you let out a squeak. "you're so fucking cute, you know that, y/n? even stoned out of your mind you're still so cute," Johnny confessed. he was definitely feeling the effects of the marijuana, this feeling was nowhere near foreign to him.

you placed a single kiss on his forehead, "you make me feel like a princess, Johnny. these past few months have been so much fun." Johnny ran his hand up and down your back, "this is long overdue but, y/n, will you be my girlfriend?" you looked into his low, red eyes, feeling overcome with joy. "Johnny!! oh my god of course I'll be your girlfriend. oh my god wait till I tell jennie, she's gonna flip! oh my gosh and then we can go on double dates with Yuta, and–Johnny cut off your excited rant with a deep kiss. his tongue made its way into your mouth, making a certain part of your body tingle.

"um, Johnny?" you asked in a small voice against his lips. "yes princess?" he answered, moving his lips against your neck now, pressing open mouthed kisses against it. "does weed...does weed ever make you....?" "horny? absolutely, it's one of the biggest side affects, besides the munchies. why? does my princess need something from me?"

his princess. if you were horny before, you definitely had to be in heat now. "fuck" you whispered out. Johnny quickly flipped the two of you over. you barely registered the change in position before Johnny goaded you. "come on, where's my bold girl? tell me what you want and I'll give it to you."

"i...I want you to fuck me Johnny. I need you so bad."

"there she is," Johnny smirked. he wasted no time pulling your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra. he stared down at your large breasts. he couldn't believe you were all his now.

and boy did he plan on proving it to you.

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[avatarmerida]

Short little late night huntlow drabble about two losers who are also nerds

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“The briefing shouldn’t take too long. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Hunter assured, giving Willow one final hug before following Gus and heading to the airship. He blamed his late departure on him “forgetting” supplies, but his empty hands easily proved he wanted to fill them with nothing else but her.

“I know you will.” said Willow,her arms anchored tightly around his neck. She knew everyone was staring, she didn’t care. She had been through too much to risk another incomplete goodbye. She slowly released her hold on him to see him better and she knew he shared her sentiment, but as much as they wanted to there was little else they could do to prolong their farewell .”Take your time.” She said quietly as she stepped back so he could get going. He nodded and turned to leave for real this time. 

As she watched him walk away, Willow’s heart felt as though it was overfilling. She took a deep breath as she let the contents pour out, summoning a bold voice for them to travel on before he got too far away. “‘Take the stars if you need to, I won’t want to see them anyway if I have to see them alone.’”

Hunter stopped in his tracks. With a look of disbelief he slowly turned back around to Willow, who offered him a shy smile.

“W-what did you say?”

“‘Even if you don’t take them, I won’t know the difference.’” She continued. “‘The brightest thing in my world will be missing so the sky would be dark regardless.”

Hunter hasped. “Are you quoting-?”

“Book 3, chapter 15.” Willow eagerly replied before he could finish the question.

“B-but how? I thought-.”

“I uh, read ahead so when you finished the series I could surprise you and we could talk about it right away.” she replied, tucking her hair behind her ear, slightly nervous for some reason. 

“And you memorized Ivy’s goodbye to O’Bailey?” Hunter asked with a gulp, his voice light and shaky as he took a step closer to her. He looked at her with utter astonishment. 

She nodded. “It was one of my favorite parts.” She said sweetly, taking a step to him. “Especially the next part.”

“Right,” Hunter whispered, his eyes locked on the wonderful plant witch, always full of wonderful surprises. It took a moment before he caught on, seeing her prompting him. he words came naturally to him for numerous reasons, helping him say what he could not compose himself as he brought forth a bold voice of his own as he walked closer to her. “Oh! Oh, yeah uh…’You would entrust me with the stars?’”

“‘I would entrust with my very heart, Chief O’Bailey,’” Willow responded with the next line.

“‘Oh, but you’ll need it, won’t you?’” Hunter went on in character. “‘Perhaps you can use mine since I’ll be leaving it here, as it belongs with you beneath the stars.”

“‘Knowing you are among them will be enough for me to keep them in my sights,” said Willow, taking another step so he was close enough to touch again. “‘The stars cover a wide range, they can keep our hearts connected,’”.

Hunter sighed and they reached the end of the chapter’s dialogue. “I can’t believe he just leaves after that though,” he said, almost upset. “Like… that was totally a confession, right? And he doesn’t realize it? I know I should go now but I always get mad at that part because clearly Ivy was waiting for him to-.”

“Oh she was, she definitely was.” Willow replied with utter confidence. “But I think he was just overwhelmed by everything and he didn’t realize it.”

“Yeah, maybe.” Said Hunter, who wanted nothing more than to talk about Cosmic Frontier with his favorite person and could not bring himself to leave. “But I can’t help but feel like he missed his chance. I only have one chapter left and they haven’t reunited yet and I really need to know if they-.”

“Well, I can tell you.” Willow offered with a twinkle in her eye. “If you want.”

“You know how I feel about spoilers,” Hunter said with a lopsided smile. “Ugh, I can’t wait to talk about this with you! I can’t believe I had no idea you were reading ahead this whole time!”

“Yeah, I uh stole the books while you were asleep,” Willow admitted, twirling her braid. “I knew they were important to you and you’re important to me, so…”

“What was your favorite part?” Hunter asked excitedly, taking her hands in his as he suppressed the desire to jump up and down with joy.

“Oh, uh, I don’t think you’ve gotten that far yet,” Willow smiled, her favorite part being right at the end, when they were reunited. “And I know how you feel about spoilers.”

“Fair enough.” Hunter said with a fond sigh. “When things calm down, I wanna hear all your theories! What do you think about Ivy and O’Bailey? Did you like the ending? Wait wait, don’t tell me! I don’t wanna know what happens!”

Willow giggled. “Fine I won’t tell you what happens,” she said as she leaned forward and rose to her tiptoes, placing one hand on Hunter’s shoulder for balance as she gently placed her lips the one the side of his face right by the corner of his mouth. She lingered there a moment, and heard him sharply inhale to hold his breath. She smiled as she hovered by his ear to whisper. “But I did really like the ending.”

He squeaked as she returned to her place in front of him and gave him her signature wink which sent a chill up his spine. “Was that-? Does that mean-? A-are you-?” Hunter wasn’t sure what question to ask, his face a mixture of stun and delight. It was a farewell Willow was satisfied with, knowing he had extra determination to return safely. He needed to find out exactly how much she was quoting. 

“We can talk about your theories when you get back.” 

[yandere-dandelion]

Can you do yandere izuku kiddnapping bully reader want , please ?

This one took a little longer than the others, sorry about that! I hope you enjoy!

Gender neutral reader, no smut

It figures fucking Deku would be the number one hero while you’re stuck as some two-bit villain.

Maybe it was karma, that Deku got to beat you up now instead of the other way around.

“The best way to get revenge against bullies is to let go of your anger and forgive them,” he had said in a famous interview. Oh, the irony.

The whole situation was absurd. It was like you two were still kids tussling on the playground after school. The most ridiculous aspect was that Deku didn’t know who he was fighting.

The two of you had been rivals for years, and he still had yet to unmask you. He had no idea you were his childhood bully!

Until now, that is.

He’d finally managed to wrestle the helm off your face, and now he was staring down at you in shock. “Y/N?”

Well, you’re fucked.

You didn’t expect for Izuku to laugh. “After all that time I spent looking for you… I can’t believe you were right in front of me all this time! I—“

Lacking patience, you interrupt him. “Ugh, you never could shut up, Deku. Just put me in jail and be done with it.”

“You’re not going to jail, silly!”

That catches your attention. “Wait, what?”

“You heard me. You’re not going to prison. I have something else in mind for you.”

Your heart skips a beat. Oh god, is he going to kill you?

Seeing the shift in your expression, Izuku backtracks. “Wait, no, that’s not what I meant! I’m not going to kill you! I did NOT mean for that to sound so ominous!”

At that, you relax— but only slightly. From the looks of it, he’s not going to let you go, either. What the hell is he planning?

“Aw, your confused expression is so cute! Let me explain.” His expression sobers and he takes a deep breath. For once, you shut your mouth and listen.

“When you disappeared, it was like you had taken a piece of my heart with you. I missed you so much! I spent so long searching and searching for you after you disappeared, but I couldn’t find a trace of you! I thought a villain had stolen you away from me. I guess I was right, in a way.

“You motivated me to become a hero, so I could save you! Or at least find your body.” The last part was murmured, but you caught it. “I didn’t think you ran off to become a villain.”

Seeing your flabbergasted expression, Izuku frowns. “Y/n, did you think no one looked for you after you left?”

“What? No, that’s not what I—“

“I am so, so sorry you felt that way. People were looking for you, though! Everyone missed you, hell, people still miss you! I still miss you!”

“Midoriya—“

“Izuku. Call me Izuku.”

“No, Midori—“ Izuku’s expression darkens, green lightning dancing across his skin, and you quickly backtrack. “Okay, fine. Izuku. I was a fucking asshole. I still am. Hell, I’ve killed, like, 69 people now! Why the fuck would you miss me? You should hate me. And you still haven’t explained what you plan to do with me!”

At that, Izuku looks heartbroken. “Oh, puppy… you have no idea how incredible you are.”

What the fuck?

The tight restraints turn into a warm hug. Izuku inhales deeply— did he just sniff you?— and when he exhales, his breath is shaky. “You smell just as sweet as I remember. But you’re so much thinner now… poor puppy. It must’ve been hard, living in hiding, huh? But it’s okay, now that I’m here. I’m gonna take good care of you. I’m gonna take you home.”

[rulanarinrush]

Xanruko week day 1. prompt: despair. While I've sworn off putting my writing up on tumbIr due to its Al policy, I want to help support xanruko week, so I'll post days 1 and 3 here. The rest will be on my ao3, as some will contain content with mature topics.

fic below the cut. If you want to support me, here is the ao3 link where you can kudo and leave a comment. I'm much more active there so if you need to say something I'm more likely to see it.

here is the link to the xanruko week prompts. thank you to riza for hosting this event!

When she opens her eyes again, she knows what to do. The survival knife in the drawer, check. Composure? Check. Emotions?

Check. She’s seen them all dead before. It’s like he said— she’ll get used to it, eventually.

She has to.

She turns the corner in one swift movement, and–

“Augh!”

Déjà vu. There was something she forgot.

There’s a sort of bitter irony to this. Of course she forgot. After everything, five murder cases, twenty-three days, of course she just… forgot this. She jerks back, not from the collision, but from how overwhelming it is to feel him again. Skin on skin, bloodless, solid. No blade between them, his warmth and scent all too familiar.

Instinctively, she wants to hold him– and her heart rampages at the thought. She should smack him. Shake him down good. He betrayed her; he’s the start and end of her.

Happiness is, like all things with her, fleeting.

He’s wobbling on his feet. Oh right, he’s going to faint now, isn’t that how this goes?

Maybe if she could forgive Xander for making her care, she would apologize. But he is nothing if not utterly brilliant, and she is the fool that falls for it every time.

As Teruko loves to feel nothing at all, this transgression is unforgivable.

So as to not be cruel, she does not bother to ask about his wellbeing– she knows the answer. His first meeting with her will always start with pain and end in death. But no matter how hard she tries to act, unlike Xander and David, Teruko is not a good actor. The star of the show, but no one can really hate those that die after falling into her orbit.

She does not allow him to fall down this time. As he tips backwards, she reaches out to him— something she has always, always wanted to do.

**

Xander doesn’t let her linger on his unconscious face too long. His eye color switches from dusk to dawn, and it really is like a light turning on, except Xander always seems to have a bright facade to show her.

Out of all the actors in this show, Xander was the best one. Or maybe her rosy view was distorted by the optimism he instilled in her, the way he made her feel wanted. Like he knew all her secrets and she knew nothing at all.

“Um,” he mumbles. “Hello, Miss…”

Oh. She’s been staring.

Before her are two options. There’s the easy one and the hard one. If Teruko were a better person— if she were like a person at all, really, and not the concept of death and impermanence itself, she might have had it in her to try— because really, she’s not afraid to admit this now:

Teruko Tawaki really, really loved Xander Matthews.

And this is the lie: she is fine with him betraying her, because she knows she’ll survive in the end.

So she picks the only road she’s ever chosen— the same one. “Oh, sorry. I’ve been staring, haven’t I? It’s nice to meet you. Sorry for bumping into you earlier. My name is…”

**

Teruko Tawaki has always been the pessimist to his optimist, but she has to wonder: was it that he was always plotting to kill her? The note was the trigger, yes, handwriting that only he could have known, given that it had no effect on her or Min, but even so, nothing in his demeanor changed from the first night to the second.

It couldn’t be. That’s what she foolishly wants to believe, watching Xander introduce himself to his thorny classmates. She watches the flash of emotions, the real feelings, waits for those signs of trickery.

She wants to believe she’s doing the right thing.

She can’t.

“Ugh,” he grumbles, cheeks dusted peach pink. “They’re all so rude! What did we do to give them such a bad first impression?”

You’re kind. That’s it. You have a good soul and they want to step on it and crush it under their sin-stained heels.

But not before you crush me first.

“I don’t know,” Teruko lies. “But don’t worry. We should try to give them a chance, right?”

He smiles in return, grinning like the bright sun, and Teruko thinks of a glinting knife’s edge.

**

She doesn’t want to indulge. She doesn’t want to feel the pain of loss. Better to have never experienced than to have lost.

But she knows that is a road lost to her. He ruined her, and she, in turn, will ruin everyone and everything. And so when the scales must be tipped, and Teruko finally has a choice, she wants to be happy rather than be brave.

Because this is the truth: no matter how much good you try to fill in the world, her existence is that of evil. If evil is everything that goes against the happiness of others, if evil is everything that strips away the autonomy of others, then Teruko is evil itself. So if Xander wants to fill this world with good, his decision to try to kill her was natural— but he is a servant of platitudes, and she is the devil itself, so whether they like it or not, his defeat is inevitable. He never had a choice to begin with.

This may seem strange. In every story, “good” is destined to defeat “evil”, and Teruko has no objections to this. Maybe she should be mad; twenty years of long struggle rendered a waste, efforts mercilessly destroyed by the hero.

But love is oh so effective. God is dead and all the devil has left of her is her lookalike servant. In the short period of time she had with him, she let him in, and left clearly understanding: she was not meant for love. The effort was pointless to begin with. She is glad for it.

The rest of the killing game taught her this: it is ineffective to try not to feel. Feelings are inevitable. Care is inevitable. Every tragedy must repeat itself.

So as she watches him laugh and make jokes with the others, that wide grin, the happiness in his eye, all she can do is match his smile like a coward.

**

Teruko isn’t supposed to be this cruel. She’s supposed to at least attempt to save him. But as he pulls her into the infirmary, Teruko doesn’t want that. All she wants is to enjoy the little time he has left.

Once Eden leaves, she knows what’s coming. No matter how much she wishes for it, Teruko cannot stop time. But she can allow herself to feel. This is the one good thing Xander gave her.

He flushes when Teruko runs her fingers over his hand. “Miss Teruko?”

“You know we’re alone, right?” Then she looks him in the eye— he flinches. She doesn’t feel good about it. Teruko keeps this truth about him close, like the pain he gave her. “Why don’t you just whisper it to me now, while we’re alone?”

His throat bobs. She wants to kiss that unblemished skin. Teruko is glad and disheartened and oh so giddy for this moment. She is no closer to getting the truth she seeks, but she knows now, with absolute certainty— as it will ruin her to kill him, it would have completely destroyed him if he killed her. Maybe that’s why he foolishly walked towards death. The moment he struck her, he died.

“Sorry, Miss Teruko,” Xander tries foolishly. “I… want some time to think the plan over.”

He doesn’t try to weasel out of her grasp though. Teruko doesn’t let go. Xander lost some color when she challenged his intentions earlier, but he still looks happy to be with her. This could almost be romantic. “Miss Teruko, your hand…”

“You’re so impatient, Xander. What if I have something to say?”

He stumbles over his words like a schoolboy with a crush. “Is it… is it necessary to hold my hand while doing this?”

“Do you want me to let go?”

Xander’s face goes sanguine. “I… I had no idea you were such a tease, Miss Teruko!”

“Who says I’m joking?”

He squeaks as she brings her face closer to his. Xander is dizzyingly close, smelling faintly of the scent of soap and gunpowder. Care and violence. “You seem to get hurt a lot, Xander. This is the second time we’ve met in the infirmary. Take care of yourself, okay?”

However much this hurts him, it hurts Teruko more. Vulnerability has never come easy to Teruko. And she holds on, holds on to that flash of sorrow in his eye, that regret, and that flustered love.

She doesn’t even tell him the important thing: you are my friend. No matter what happens, that won’t change.

**

Time passes all too quickly. This is it. All good things must come and go, and this time, this is the path Teruko has chosen.

This is what despair is. Terror is realizing that you have made a mistake. Horror is realizing that you cannot undo that mistake.

Despair is choosing not to even attempt to find a way out of that mistake. Give in and love that outcome.

“Hey… Xander?”

“Yes, Miss Teruko?”

She swallows. There are a million things she could say.

I’msorryIloveyouForgivemeForgivemeIwishthingscouldbedifferentIwishIcouldhavesavedyouGoodnight,Xander.

So instead the genuinely happy girl says, “I’m glad I met you. Even if you don’t feel the same— even if you were only kind to me as a way to get me to let my guard down— I don’t regret it at all.”

Teruko doesn’t let herself observe his reaction, turning her back as his eye starts to widen with shock. The monitors are pitch black, comforting shades of darkness. This time, she’ll keep her back turned. Remember that golden happiness reflected in his eye. It’s okay, even if it isn’t. His feelings are real, and so are hers. She can trust that, if nothing else in the universe.

“So.” Teruko tries to put on a brave face, even if he won’t see it. Her stomach throbs. “What sort of plan did you have?”

link once again if you liked it

[nightglider124]

Titans: Season 4 - Ep7 & Ep8 - Thoughts

Okay, now that I have watched the episodes multiple times (actually just the good bits tehe), I have overall thoughts and I thought I would share them!

I’m gonna try and focus on the stuff non dickkory related buuut if you catch me slipping, soz. I have always been very vocal about my priorities in this show and they are in the main three.

Episode 7: Caul’s Folly

The bit at the beginning where they like said bye to Jinx, I found kinda sweet. I still feel like she is going to pop up again. I don’t feel like she is proper dead... Maybe I am wrong but I haven’t seen anything to say the actress wasn’t returning for part 2 or anything. I would personally prefer if they kept her dead moreso cos I don’t feel she has any more of a part to play in the rest of it but yeah. At first, I didn’t think they were even gonna mention her and then Rachel did and I was like lmao okay cool. Glad that was cleared up. XD

Honestly, they’ve done such a good job of getting the vibe of bonkers cult for the Church of Blood like it’s so full of whackos but it all feels so believable tbh. I like Sebastian; he’s an interesting character and villain. I’ve always liked the Brother Blood storyline in all media forms through the years and this is no different.

I AM MISSING GAR TERRIBLY ALREADY. I proper felt his absence and I HATED IT. Like I get it, we’re gonna be getting a whole ep for my boy but like I miss his cute little face. Gar woulda been a mood if he was in the town with them. GOD. I can’t wait to see him again soon.

Conner... my guy. I fucking hate you this season. I get the Lex thing and what they’re going for and Joshua Orpin does phenomonelly as he makes it believable but FUCK ME. I am tired of his superieor bullshit XD. Like when he started blaming Dick for the plan going south, I was like are you for real and then Dick being like well fuckface we had a good plan but it went to shit cos of your dumb ass. I was like FUCK YEAH, TELL HIM DICK! I need Conner to not be a douche for much longer cos it’s grating af.

In addition to that, it was cool to see Mercy again. I was surprised since I don’t think anything had mentioned her making an appearance. Still hate her character but it was a cool little moment.

MY GOD. The whole interaction with Roberta was my absolute favourite. When she like inhaled Kory, I was cracking up and I peeped Dick’s smiling eyes ever so slightly when she did it. Hilarious. I loved it and I loved Roberta. 

I really REALLY love the clothing department for all the outfits but... my baby girl. Every outfit was a slay. OH! AND THE FUCKING JACKET!! IT SAYS WE <3 GAR AND OBVS THATS A NUDGE TO THE ICONIC SHIRT?? I really adored that little easter egg to the comics. Muchos appreciated.

I LOVE TIM AND BERNARD. They’re little idiots trying to figure shit out and I’m a sap for it tbh. AND GUUURL, they gots their own motel scene. I was like Yaaas TIM, go get your boo. I really like their relationship tbf. I was smiling through like all their scenes, especially at the motel.

Dick getting the shit kicked out of him in the police station made me physically wince; the fight-acting was amazeballs but ugh my boy, I was like bro, you’re getting fucked up. I get he obviously does not have the Nightwing suit with him but dang man, you got knocked about like a ragdoll.

I like the pace in this first episode; it brought me straight back into the flow and action of the season rather than acting as filler bs, at least I felt. 

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Episode 8: Dick & Carol & Ted & Kory

This episode killed me dead because of the dickkory; I just wanna get that out straight away cos... my god. It was glorious. These thoughts will be including DK cos how can I not; half the episode was them.

That frickin bedroom scene... them freaking and then Kory being like did we sleep together? And Dick is like NO. No? It was so funny; I was cackling. The comedic and the seriousness and the romance as well... it all worked surprisingly very well? Like it felt in the middle of chaos but it works?? I loved this episode more than maybe any other episode in the show. 

THE WEDDING RINGSSS. I just wanna say, they got changed. They didn’t need to keep them on. Maybe yes because they’re keeping up the appearances but PLS they both looked real comfy with wedding rings js. Some of the shots also really felt like they were intentionally showing them off. Maybe I was imagining it but some of the shots felt very pointed. Loved it.

Their outfits. THE OUTFITS. Barbieland could never. I just... they were so opposite to Dick and Kory but they looked so fucking cute. I wanted to die. It was the best thing ever. 

OH! THE MUSIC IN BOTH EPISODES FUCKING SLAPPED. The town knows how to do a playlist, ite? I was vibing for a lot of the time to the point I had to rewind bits cos I wasn’t paying attention. 

The scene with Sebastian cutting Rachel had me raging. Like, bitch lemme cut you and see what you think. Step away from my GURL. 

The scene where Dick has bought the recorders... I found Kory hilarious with her ‘Peak daddy bullshit’ line but aw, omg I felt bad for Dick like his poor face he was like, I’m just trying to save us :( It’s rare Kory proper loses her shit with him so I was like oh, this is not nice. I got her but also like he trying. 

Inhale... guys... them recording their memories... Kory’s had me sad. Anna’s voice was so sad like it was great. 

In addition to that... my poor heart when Dick came downstairs and Kory had turned into Carol like full pelt... I was like noooo. His face is like no.... no no no. Brenton does Dick’s facial expression just so damn well. 

POOR CAROL!KORY. She was so fragile all like oh im sorry, did I do something wrong. And, I really love how Dick went from yelling at her cos boy is frightened and frustrated but then softens and is like no, it’s not your fault, its mine. And yes, I adored the hand holding and promising not to leave her, even if it was her Carol self. But, I agree with others on that; Dick’s face was sad cos he knows its not Kory doing it.

KORY HEARING WHAT DICK SAID ON THE TAPE AHHHHHHHH. Im so mad tho. Like he loved her since season 1 what the actual fuck man. Which, actually makes sense why he backed off in s2 and s3 cos like Kory was the one who put it out there about them figuring themselves out before they attempted anything romantic so maybe Dick took that as she wasn’t into it as well as like the not going to San Fran with them? Which makes me sadder. Like giving her space and time but really being like i luv you Kory. UGH. IM SICK.

The radio room was grim; Dick just walking around in these blood pipes like its nothing like even Rachel was like gross dude. Dick just walks out after like nah its fine; I’m covered in some randos blood but its all good.

TEHE the last bit where Kory says about it not being the painful memories. He 10000% now knows she listened to his tape and knows he loves her. Like pls.

Ugh Conner... what are you doing and why do I feel like you’re gonna fuck shit up again, ya little douche. He best not cause any harm to the other Titans with his stupid ass antics. I swear to Jesus. 

That’s all of my long winded thoughts for both episodes! Can’t wait for next weeks and we get to see baby Gaaar!!

[zwy01]

Alois doodles yeee!!!!!

Doodles of my noblesse oc Alois Elenor from my Millennium AU! He’s the son and first child of Ludis and Rozaria in my au. He’s the main focus of these doodles hehe. Meanwhile his crush Luzia Tradio, daughter and first child of Kei and Claudia, also gets featured here. Alois’ younger sister Susanna Mergas also makes a brief appearance. They’re a funny bunch.

For context, Alois likes Lucy. Lucy likes Alois back but she’s is total denial of her own feelings. They met in a very unconventional way, when Alois caught a very disheveled Lucy stealing rare plants from his territory. Of course she can’t be busted now so she doesn’t say it’s to fuel her secret evil research project. She just says she likes eating them (total lie) and Alois thinks she’s a lil strange but lets her go. He even offers to send her some plants regularly so she’s doesn’t have to come pluck them herself (lol) and things can’t get any better for Lucy. She doesn’t have to be sneaking around anymore AND someone from the inside willingly sending her stuff. Niiice. So she agrees and tells him they’ll meet again soon to discuss this. Alois being the big dumb nice guy trusts people too much actually believes that she likes eating magical plants so he asks for a taste too. Lucy is then forced to make something. To her surprise Alois loved it, and they start hanging out more. Alois then falls for Lucy when he realizes how smart and passionate she is. Lucy’s secret project is still her priority so at this point Alois is just a minor inconvenience and she will curse him and turn him into stone if he somehow discovers her secret project. But for now… his company isn’t bad. He talks a LOT around Lucy, when he’s usually very shy and almost never talks. Blablabla. Boy just feels so comfortable around his crush. Lucy knows he likes her and is using that for now, since this guy supplies her with the materials she needs (he doesn’t know what he got himself into lol) Meanwhile Lucy thinks he talks too much but hey… his company isn’t that bad. She never even thought about making him vomit maggots, when other people who stick to her like this annoy her so much. But he doesn’t. His company is actually quite nice. And when he isn’t here… she actually misses him. Wait. Miss him??? The great and powerful Lucy misses him??? She must be mistaken; she’s just tired from work. Unknown to her she has genuinely fallen for him too though she insists she’s still just using him, that’s all. Ugh. Way to go, queen, let’s see if you can still convince yourself that that’s what it is. She will be the first one to kick someone’s ass if they mess with him. That’s right, because she needs him for her project, nothing more… ahem. She can’t be attached to him. Oh no.

I haven’t decided whether to make one of them confess to the other in the “main” millennium au storyline yet but they’ll definitely get together happily and eagerly if it happens. In what-if snippets they do end up together tho, lol

Onto the doodles!

1. Alois headshot paintinggg my handsome boi. Usually you almost never get to see his eye(s) since he hates eye contact and hides them but when you do you’ll find that they are sharp and full of determination. He’s probably judging someone right now.

2. Alois daydreaming about his crush Luzia aka Lucy. To others she may seem grumpy and scary but to him she’s not like that at all. She’s actually smart, focused, and adorable. He thinks her frowns are the cutest. Ahhh big boi’s in love. He thinks of her everyday. If he doesn’t respond when his sister violently pokes him in the shoulders and face, he’s too focused on dreaming about Lucy.

3. Alois saying hi to Lucy. He doesn’t even know he sounds like he’s flirting. He genuinely thinks he’s just saying the truth. Because she is. Hey, no one else says that to Lucy everyday! Lucy is super flustered. She’s actually really, really happy. Usually she’s the one cursing others with spells but now she’s the one under a spell. His spell. Ugh, what has Alois done to her. Ahhhhh. Also he never shows his eyes to anyone except his family but he’s always looking directly at Lucy when he’s with her. Aww, thats so flattering. Lucy is even happier.

4. Lucy going to sleep cuz that damned Alois has been on her mind all day. Can’t even get him off her mind for a second. Maybe sleeping will help her get distracted a bit. Uh oh turns out she’s still dreaming about him. For clarification none of what she is dreaming of has happened in reality…. but she wants it tho she doesn’t admit it. She never will. Ahhh her sweet Al. Al. Al. Al!!!

5. Uh oh, back to reality. Lucy is super embarrassed and even she can’t believe what she just dreamed of. Time to scream. Mommy Claudia is worried, and wonders why her daughter is so…. tensed up. Lucy insists its nothing lol

6. Lucy can’t face Al for the day so she ignores his greetings and he gets sad. Susa catches up on something… hold up. Oh. Ohhhhhh. Time for popcorn? Her brother’s love life is streaming right now!

7. Al wants to be picked up. Lucy obliges. Ofc this doesn’t happen yet but when it does Al is gonna making nonstop eeping noises. Ohhhh, she’s soo cool….*heavy breathing* meanwhile Lucy is thinking about dropping him flat on his ass, if he drools on her. Nah you like him too much to do that. Cmon stop playing cool lol.

[androidcharles]

Deafeating the Androids (Act 2) Chapter 2

Two people suddenly go missing and that causes a bit of concern for the Toppats and Triple Threat. Especailly since Beatrice still hasn't said a word about Project SAI's newest location

TW for some torture.

It was a week later when things were finally set into motion once again.

Charles rose up from his slumber, feeling the static on the edge of his vision as he stretched before tossing his legs over the bed, going over his usual morning routine before heading into the kitchen to notice that Henry and Ellie weren’t in the kitchen. He glanced at the clock and saw the time was nine AM. Even this was early by his standards.

So what was going on?

He headed to Henry’s bedroom and noticed that he wasn’t even in bed (even Henry had a bad habit of sleeping in) and Ellie wasn’t present either (she was the only morning person among them).

Finally he headed into the office and saw Henry and Ellie with nervous looks on their faces, sitting at the table as they glanced up to see Charles.

“You’re awake,” Ellie said.

“Yeah, if you guys needed me to wake up, you could blown up my notifications in the chat room. I’m pretty sure that would have keyed me in that something was wrong, you know. What is wrong, anyway?” Charles asked. Ellie let out a small sigh as she tapped her fingers on the table as Henry looked down with a bit of guilt. There was a bit of silence before Ellie looked up at him.

“Dave has gone missing.”

Charles felt a cold chill go down his artificial spine as he sat down at the table with them. It was only yesterday that he had spoken to Dave at band practice, telling him he would see him tomorrow if he wanted to hang out. His smile was so cheerful, so happy…

What the heck happened between then and now to cause something like this to happen?

“I can’t believe it… I saw him yesterday, he was-”

“I know Charles, it’s OK,” Ellie said, “I know how much this hurts… but we can’t sit here and panic. We’re gonna head to his apartment and see if we can find any clues that might key in where he’s gone.”

Charles nodded his head slowly as Henry stood up, patting his shoulder in reassurance. Just as they were about to head off, Beatrice opened her eyes, sitting up from her position on the couch.

“Ms. Ellie, can I borrow your hairbrush again? Ugh, my hair is so messy… it’s gonna take forever for it to look nice and neat again,” Beatrice said, running her hands through her messy hair. She looked up to see the three of them hovering over her as her eyes widened.

“Did… did something happen?”

“One of our friends has disappeared,” Ellie said, “Can we trust you to look after the place while we do this?”

“Or are we gonna find you looking through our possessions again?” Charles said, narrowing his eyes.

“You should be lucky I haven’t killed you guys yet! You guys have a lot of knives…” Beatrice said.

WHATEVER. WE’LL BE BACK IN ABOUT AN HOUR. JUST TRY NOT TO BURN THE PLACE DOWN WHILE WE’RE GONE PLEASE, Henry said as he walked out the door.

As soon as the three of them were gone, Beatrice let out a small huff as she glanced to the side.

“It’s super tempting, I’ll tell you that,” Beatrice muttered.

After a few minutes of travel, the three of them were in front of Dave’s apartment as Ellie picked the lock while Henry and Charles stood guard. Eventually she got the door open as they entered his small apartment.

“Dave’s apartment is pretty small, so try to search every room thoroughly,” Ellie said, “Charles you search the bedroom. Henry, you search the bathroom. I’ll check in here.” The three of them got to work as Charles entered the bedroom, already seeing that the window had been forced open and his bedroom was a huge mess. He scanned the area and saw the foot imprints on the window sill along with the blanket hanging halfway out the window. He wondered if the neighbors even knew that he had been kidnapped.

Or if they cared. He gritted his teeth at that thought as he began to search for more clues. He glanced around for more clues as he heard Ellie talking to Henry in the other room. He exited the room to see Henry and Ellie talking to each other about what was going on.

“Maybe we should ask the neighbors…” Ellie said, “But I don’t think we can do that without sounding suspicious.” Henry nodded his head as he gazed at Charles and motioned for him to head back in the living area.

“I can’t believe Dave lives in a place like this. Henry, we might have to consider having him move. Maybe we can convince him to join our PI business?” Ellie asked.

“Maybe…” Henry said softly.

“It wasn’t the Toppats who kidnapped him. Again. It was something else, but I can’t tell what. But he was taken while he was asleep, that’s for sure,” Charles said.

“I hate to see what would happen once Amelia finds out what happened,” Ellie said softly, “Let me take a look in there and see what’s up.” Ellie entered the bedroom as Charles sat on Dave’s worn couch, looking a bit forlorn.

WE’LL FIND HIM, DON’T WORRY, Henry signed at him, trying to look reassuring as Charles let out a small sigh.

“I know, I know, it’s just… I just can’t imagine how scared he is right now,” Charles said, “He’s already been through so much hell. Why does the universe feel the need to crap on him like this?”

“Hey, guys! I might have found a lead!” Ellie shouted from his bedroom. Henry and Charles stood at the doorway as Ellie pulled up a business card and handed it to Charles. He felt static at the edges of his vision as he saw the Project SAI logo on the back. There was no address (of course) but maybe finding out where this business card was printed would be a good start.

- - - - -

The three of them had spent a majority of the day going to every print shop in the entirety of Stickburg and making as many phone calls as possible to try to find any information about where the business card was printed. But to no avail, there wasn’t any luck.

Charles hung up as aggressively as possible on yet another tired employee as he let out a small growl, staring at the wall in anger as Beatrice cowered in fear.

“Bea, if you want to talk, now’s a good time,” Ellie said as she hung up herself.

“I’m not saying anything. Seriously!” Beatrice said, “I don’t know why they kidnapped your friend though. I don’t understand it myself. We’ve been kidnapping children of course, but never adults. I don’t understand what’s going on…”

WELL, IF YOU WANT US TO FIGURE IT OUT, YOU SHOULD AT LEAST SAY SOMETHING, Henry said, AT THIS POINT, YOU MIGHT NOT HAVE A CHOICE. THEY’RE DOING SOMETHING THAT YOU DON’T EVEN UNDERSTAND YOURSELF. ARE YOU SURE YOU WANNA KEEP HIDING THIS INFORMATION FROM US?

Beatrice slumped in her seat a bit more, as if trying to disappear, despite that not being able to happen. After all, she wasn’t even capable of doing that at the moment as the three of them stared her down.

“I… I don’t… the scientists probably aren’t even worried about me anyway. I don’t want to say anything because… BECAUSE I HATE PROJECT SAI AS MUCH AS YOU GUYS!” Beatrice shouted. The three of the exchanged glances as Beatrice sighed.

“They make us do menial tasks and they don’t even thank us,” Beatrice said, “I often had to work without limits and when I was practically running on nothing. I would often go to bed having to run my antivirus because they would keep us up for so long. Why do you think I’ve been so reluctant on telling you guys about all this? I don’t want to go back. Especially if you guys are unsuccessful…”

“Bea…” Ellie said softly, walking over to her to rub her back, “You’re telling me that if you don’t tell us the location of these people that we won’t be able to fight them?”

“They’re androids! And the scientists-”

“Are just weak losers we can give wedgies to. We’ve already handled Theodore before and we have an android on our side as well. We can’t exactly say we’ll be prepared, but if these people are treating you like this… we want to help,” Ellie said.

“I didn’t know that they were treating you like that. How about we just arrest the scientists!? The androids don’t need to be destroyed… do they?” Charles asked.

“No, they shouldn’t be. We’ll fight tooth and nail if it means you get to live the life that you want to live,” Ellie said, “And I mean it!”

“You… you really mean it? I can have an ordinary life?” Beatrice asked.

“Mhm! Once we make the arrests, maybe the generals will let you have some freedom. Maybe even grant you a pardon so you can start working with them. Like Charles did!” Ellie said, “Just don’t talk to Amelia.”

“Amelia… she’s the other android, isn’t she? She seems so happy, despite being part of a criminal group,” Beatrice said.

WELL ALL OF THEM REALLY LOVE HER AND SUPPORT HER, Henry said, SO SHE’S HAPPY BECAUSE SHE’S SURROUNDED BY PEOPLE WHO CARE ABOUT HER AND LOVE HER.

Beatrice glanced down at the ground, feeling a wave of disbelief wash over her before she looked up at them.

“Do you guys… care about me?” Beatrice said. The three of them exchanged glances once again, as if they were unsure of what to say.

“I care about you,” Charles said, “I was only hard on you these past few weeks because… I wanted to make sure you didn’t try anything. But I still care about you. And knowing about all this… it must really hurt, huh?”

“I care about you too,” Ellie said, “I don’t think that androids should be treated like this. Especially considering where you guys came from.”

I CARE ABOUT AS YOU WELL. I MEAN YOU’RE A LITTLE ROUGH AROUND THE EDGES BUT IN ALL HONESTY… YOU’RE KINDA LIKE A LITTLE SISTER YOU KNOW, Henry said, smiling thoughtfully at her. Static filled the edges of her vision as she stood up.

“I’m sorry, I have to… go into the living room now,” Beatrice said softly. She headed into the living room as she sat on the couch, contemplating what to do now. These people were being way too nice to her. They cared about her? Why? What benefit would it gain them? Obviously they had nothing to gain from telling her that she was valued.

That she was worth saving. She clenched her fists as she grabbed the TV remote and turned on the TV. At least this would distract her… hopefully.

- - - - -

Amelia sat on her bed, trying to understand why Dave wasn’t answering her messages. She never really messaged him unless she really felt like it. But it bothered her that she had already sent a couple of messages and he still hadn’t answered.

His “I’m busy” message had popped up a bit too much for her liking as she pursed her lips, laying back down on her bed trying to not let it get to her before she heard a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” Amelia asked. The door opened and a Toppat grunt opened the door, smiling at her gently.

“You dad… er the chief wants to speak to you,” he said. Amelia thought that was strange, because if her dad wanted her, he would have messaged her right? She just shrugged as she headed towards the elevator and headed to her dad’s office.

As soon as she entered, both her fathers were sitting near the desk, looks of concern on their face as Amelia closed the door behind her.

“Amelia, this concerns you now more then ever. I was about to schedule another monthly check-up with Dr. V when I was directed to her voice mail. I was a little skeptical, but I left a message letting her know I’d call her back, figuring she was probably busy. I called her a few hours later and it still went to her voice mail. I know how busy she gets, but I would have figured she would have at least called back. So I had a couple of Toppat scouts go to her location and find out what was going on, maybe make an appointment personally, but they ended up finding the office completely empty,” Reginald explained.

“Well… except for this,” the Right Hand Man said, showing her a business card. She looked at it and felt a cold chill down her artificial spine as she saw the Project SAI logo.

“I don’t understand what they want with her… nor do I know their motivations. But something is very wrong and we have to find out where they took her…” Reginald said, “I think you need to contact the Triple Threat and let them know about this dire situation.”

Amelia felt static forming at the edges of her vision. Dave hasn’t been answering her messages, but there couldn’t be a connection, could there?

“I’ll… I’ll talk to Charles about all this,” Amelia said.

“It’s at times like this I’m glad that you managed to befriend him. It’s been awfully helpful,” Reginald said.

“Are you actually starting to care about them?” the Right Hand Man asked as Amelia left the room in a hurry.

“You know, it’s funny. It’s almost as if it’s hard wired in me to be worried about Henry and his ragtag group of friends. Even if they aren’t on our side…” Reginald said. The Right Hand Man looked at Reginald thoughtfully before chuckling.

“Funny… I thought I was the only one who felt that way…” Right said softly.

Meanwhile, Amelia had rushed towards the elevator and hopped on as she headed to her room once again before slamming the door behind her, contacting Charles as fast as possible.

GlitterToppatGirl: Hey, Charles did you know that Dr. V is missing?

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Wait Dr. V is missing too?

GlitterToppatGirl: Wait, Dr. V isn’t the only one who’s missing?

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Yeah, Dave has gone missing too.

Amelia felt even more static filling her vision as she tried to process what Charles had just said. Dave was gone too? What was going on?

GlitterToppatGirl: We have to find him!

xXBold_Action_ManXx: We don’t know where Project SAI is though… I don’t understand why these guys have ordered the androids to kidnap Dave or Dr. V. Bea hasn’t been very cooperative either.

GlitterToppatGirl: Than you’re just gonna have to force the answer out of her! Being nice isn’t going to work anymore.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: If we try to force the answer out of her, we’d just be isolating her. Especially after everything she told us.

GlitterToppatGirl: What do you mean?

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Apparently the scientists in Project SAI have been… mistreating her and the other androids a bit. I don’t think she wants to go back as a result of that. She has this utmost belief that we can’t handle it.

GlitterToppatGirl: You guys have been through hell and back together and she believes you can’t handle Project SAI?

xXBold_Action_ManXx: I don’t know. Henry wants to give her some space for the time being. Maybe he can convince her to give the location away after she has some time to think.

GlitterToppatGirl: Whatever you say. You’d better be right… or I’m gonna follow one of those Project SAI androids and find him myself. Even if it kills me…

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Please don’t put yourself in danger.

GlitterToppatGirl: For his sake, I would.

Amelia sighed as she placed her head into her pillow, feeling like screaming at the moment. Charles, of course, was being as calm as usual, which really grated at her nerves, but she trusted him, so she wasn’t about to make a big deal if Charles wasn’t.

Still, she was worried deeply as she gripped the pillow tightly, feeling a wave of hurt and hatred washing over her. She would just have to wait for Charles to do a bit of investigating.

Meanwhile, back at the apartment, Charles was now a bit more worried as he relayed the news to Ellie and Henry, who had ordered him to stay behind while they investigated, in case he can get any information out of Beatrice.

Beatrice was currently watching a cartoon, obviously trying to keep her mind off of things as Charles sat down at his usual spot in front of the coffee table and watched with her.

“You want me to tell you where Site B is do you?” Beatrice said softly. Charles glanced at her briefly before turning his attention back to the TV.

“I mean, I can’t exactly force the information out of you. But considering the circumstances, there’s only one thing I can say for certain. That you have to consider what’s happening and know that two innocent people… well I’m not sure how innocent Dr. V is, have been kidnapped wrongfully. I don’t know what kind of moral compass you have, but even you have to admit that’s not a good thing…” Charles said.

“I-” Beatrice wanted to say something, but wasn’t sure what to really say. She sighed as she stared off into the distance.

“If I take you… tomorrow… will you promise that we’ll be allowed to live our lives?” Beatrice asked. Charles looked up and gasped as he glanced at her again.

“Of course. I’m gonna do everything in my power to keep you guys safe, no matter what,” Charles said, “I don’t want you guys to be turned into scrap because of some backwards ideals. You guys are much more then just machines. Even if I can’t remember you…”

Beatrice started to shake as she shifted her position onto the ground before pulling Charles into a hug.

“It’s gonna be alright. And don’t worry, we’ll get out of this no problem, alright?” Charles reassured her.

- - - - -

Dave woke up with a start, trying to figure out where he was as he glanced around the room.

Oh no…

Another cell.

He banged against the door, whimpering as he tried to push the door open.

“I wouldn’t bother if I were you.” He jumped at the new voice as he looked around.

“Who?”

“Dr. Vinschpinsilstien. Most people call me Dr. V. Something that… I didn’t really agree on,” she said.

“Where are we?”

“I don’t know,” Dr. Vinschpinsilstien said, “All I know is that I woke up here with this brace on my neck.”

Neck brace? Dave reached up and felt the metal collar around his neck, shaking a bit.

“What’s going on?” Dave asked.

“You humans should consider yourselves lucky. You’ll probably be our most important asset going forward into our new goal.” Dave looked through the small window to see a two figures in front of the cells.

“Theodore?!” Dave said, “I thought you were dead!”

“Why does everyone keep saying that…” Theodore muttered as Daxton shook his head.

“You left him to die, of course. That’s why we revitalized him,” Daxton said, “And now he’s going to help us with Project SAI’s newest plan: eradicating all humans.”

“Wait, what?” Dave said.

“And give us one good reason why we should help you with THAAATAAAAAHAT!!!” Dr. Vinschpinsilstien suddenly shrunk down as the collar started to shock her.

“That is why. Because if you don’t cooperate with us, there’s nothing stopping us from frying you to death. Now we have a long list of things we need you to do and Theodore will be happy to walk you through them. Now if you’ll excuse me.” Daxton turned away and walked off, leaving Theodore with the remote.

He stared, almost blankly at it before he opened the cell, beckoning Dave to come out.

“CJ and Adam are about to head out to find Charles and Amelia. And once they do, you need to do exactly what it says on this piece of paper,” Theodore said.

“What, reprogram them? Like hell I’m gonna do that! I’m sick of being a wimp little weakling and I’m not gonna let you get away with THIIISISSSISISIS!” Dave fell to the floor as he shook, feeling the shock traveling through his spine.

“You have no choice Mr. Panpa. If you want any hope of surviving this situation, I highly suggest following orders. Or else,” Theodore said, “D… Dr. Vinschpinsilstien…”

“What?” Dr. Vinschpinsilstien said, not an ounce of remorse in how terse she sounded.

“I have my own special notes for you as well. Read them carefully,” Theodore said, handing over a sheet of paper to her. She snarled as she unfolded the piece of paper, reading it carefully. Dave started blankly at his own paper and sighed, feeling a bit of hopelessness as he began to read the paper himself.

Suddenly his eyes widened as he read through the paper word for word before staring at Dr. Vinschpinsilstien. She returned the stare, a wave of disbelief in the air.

[kmi85]

Season 3  should have been at least 15-20 episodes. It was too rushed - Spoilers

Ugh... mixed feelings about the season... Loved it, sort of.

Ana must be protected at all costs. She is just the best at being a hot mess. Jealous and territorial Ana is my fave. We all know her feelings for Mariana have been very strong since season 2 (season 1 somewhat, but Jealous and TerritorialAna emerged in season 2) and finally this season she gets to realize just why she feels the way she does. Oh, the best.

BUT...They crammed too much in into 10 measly episodes. There was so much going on it feel disconnected and disjointed.

We missed out on Mariana’s feelings completely. She was hot and cold all of the season, and by the end, I can’t truly trust her feelings for Ana. We know she pined confusedly after Ana in the season 2, and then the male love interest was brought in.

By the end of Season 2, with that bloody kiss, I was so sure Mariana had gone “Ferran who?” because it was a fucking amazing kiss. But then, nobody talks about it. And then they don’t talk about the night they spend together. I had thought this season would have been Mariana freaking out because her feelings came back with a vengeance and she would be conflicted over her feelings for Ferran as well.

The issue with this show, I’ve found, is that you don’t know exactly how much time has passed, and so it seems (and I believe that’s how it is) that everyone falls in love in one day, and wants to move in together the next, and then the next day they fall out and fall in love with somebody else. So that’s why I can’t trust Mariana’s feelings for Ana if she was so readily willing to stay with Ferran and then move in with him despite the fact that they truly haven’t been together for that long.

We barely got any Ana/Mariana screen time. 

There’s so much they needed to talk about, and things they could have talked about like Ana’s hippie dad which I’m sure Mariana would have loved and teased her relentlessly about it.

Ferran got too much screen time for it to go nowhere really.

Marian was... too dismissive of Ana’s feelings overall, even pre-confession. They had promised no more lies and yet she puts everything in jeopardy to be with Ferran.

I am fine with all other stories going on because there was a lot going on for everyone BUT they should have had a longer season if they wanted to explore all of that. Which would have given us precious Ana/Mariana time and the both of them freaking out over their very not-fake feelings.

I don’t know if they thought giving us a pining Mariana in Season 2, would be enough for the Season 3 finale after giving us a pining Ana for all of the season, and they saw no need to show us Mariana’s whole journey with facing Ana’s feelings for her and her own feelings. The end just felt incredibly rushed.

Also, the season leaves me with so very few scenarios for any fanfiction. Honestly, at this point if I were to write something, I would dismiss most of the season because it was very disjointed.

Also, how awesome is Ceci with her Mom?

[word-wytch]

*Stalky fanperson word vomit incoming - you have been warned*

Firstly, I wanna say that I never, ever want to have to wait that long for an update every again. However, I also wanna say that this chapter was so freaking perfect that I’m really glad we had to! 😄 (I actually even managed to make it worse for myself by holding off reading it until I was certain I could give every one of the 18k words the time and attention it deserved, and I’m really glad I did - it’s utterly glorious!! 🥹) Congratulations on your summer-long work coming to an outstanding conclusion 👏👏👏

I wanted to do that thing that people do where they share their favourite sections, but I’m not even kidding when I say that if I did that I’d literally be copy and pasting the entire thing. Every. single. paragraph is literal poetry, art and/or a story in and of itself. You are a linguistic maestro, and I now have a new life goal of producing even just one line that comes even close to painting a picture like yours do (that’s the stalkery bit - I’m aware that this probably sounds a bit creepy 😬😬😆)

Also: me, before reading: OMGthey’regoingtokissOMGthey’regoingtokissOMGthey’regoingtokiss 🥹😃🥹😃🥹😃

Me, after reading: Ican’tbelievetheykissedIcan’tbelievetheykissedIcan’tbelievetheykissed 😱😱😱🤯🤯🤯

I still can’t quite believe they actually kissed, even though we all knew it was gonna happen. I thought maybe at some point one of them (r, most likely) would pull back and it would end as a heavy, emotionally loaded cuddle, or some touching, but damn, they actually crossed that line!!! I can’t wait to see how this affects things in the outside world from now on.

And the longing... The yearning... Ugh, it’s all so perfect! I don’t usually warm to these parts of a story, and even though they’re often necessary and essential I just want it to be over, but with these two? I’m a total convert.

I’m also seriously wondering how many other people have noticed or suspected what’s going on. We haven’t seen them from anyone else’s perspective yet, and by the reaction of the band, and those bits with Bill, I’m now concerned that they haven’t actually been as subtle as they/we think they have been, and it’s all gonna hit the fan realllllll sooooon…

(Plus, is Bill gonna be a problem? I said: is Bill gonna be a problem ? *raises one eyebrow and drops a closed fist into an open palm*)

I LOVE the being good/bad for each other internal battles that they’ve both got going on, it’s exquisite and so beautifully balanced, and adds a really special layer to both characters as well as the overall story.

Oh, and the song choices?!?! Puh-leeeeeze, SO PERFECT!!! 🥹🥹🥹🤩🤩🤩🥵🥵🥵 And Eddie on stage, singing, without his guitar?? I’ve never seen that done before, and it was exquisite!! 🙏🔥🙏🔥🙏🔥

IDK if you do a tag list, but if you do I’d love to be on it (and for anything else Eddie you write 😄). My brain is vibrating with both anticipation for the next part, and anxiety at the even slight suggestion that I might miss something 😵‍💫

Finally, I VISCERALLY AND BODILY **NEED** EDDIE’S TEETH ON MY NECK RIGHT TF NOW, so thank you for that… 🫠🫠🫠

‘K I think I’m done, thanks, bye 😆

Holy shit thank you SO much 🥹🥹🥹

It’s heartwarming to see my hard work so appreciated. I feel like “linguistic maestro” might be one of the highest compliments I’ve received so far. I’m incredibly flattered.

Our forbidden lovebirds have a lot of internal and external conflict weighing against them, and I am excited to explore this new phase of their relationship next chapter. As you can sense from the very last scene, they are on different pages when it comes to their attitudes about it. One has a whole lot more to lose than the other, and a whole lot more baggage when it comes to trust and relationships.

Part of what makes this so thrilling imo IS how dangerous it is. You bring up a good point with his friends and outside witnesses like Bill. You’ll certainly be getting hints of how they interpreted that night and what they think about the two of them in general as the story progresses.

I admittedly need to spend some time sitting down with my outline, as I am discovering that I might want to spend just a liiiitle more time (like one more chapter) exploring this limbo phase than originally planned. It’s so juicy being here, finally. The next phase will be even juicier ;)

I had closed my taglist for some time but I recently decided to open it back up and will add you. Thank you, again, so very much. 💕

[just-a-fae-love-spell]

I saw Heaven in your Eyes

Chapter 2

It’s been almost a year since I joined the spider-verse. That’s what I’ve been calling it since because whatever it was that Miguel called it, was a mouthful. I adjusted pretty quickly and even made some friends: Peter B. Parker and his adorable daughter Mayday and a girl named Cymbeline Mars. I met both of them while we were paired on a mission together. Cymbeline and I got exceptionally close. Hell I think I would consider her my best friend, after Marisol of course. It’s funny, everyone here is super sweet and funny…then there’s Miguel O’Hara. I don’t know what it is about him, but he has a stick up his ass. You hardly ever see him around, and if you do he’s in the cafeteria getting an empanada. Other than that, he’s holed up in his office being all dark, brooding and mysterious. But that’s what made him hot to me, oddly enough. God, I went out on a mission with him  and a few others, and seeing him in action made me want him even more. Often, I find myself wondering what it would be like to be in a relationship with him, usually followed by sexual fantasies of him. “She’s daydreaming again isn’t she?” I heard Cymbeline say and I’m back to reality, sitting with her in the cafeteria. I shake my head, as if it would remove the sinful thoughts I just had of Miguel, “What, shut up.”  Cymbaline laughs, “Thinkin of Mi-”

“Shhh” I cut her off, “No one needs to know that.” A few weeks ago I made the fatal mistake of making an inside thought, an outside one. “Honestly, I don’t know what you see in him. You know next to nothing about him.” Cymbaline said, resting her chin on her hand. “ So what? It’s not like I wanna marry him.” I respond defensively, “Right sorry sorry I forgot you were little miss ‘I don’t want to date him, I just wanna fuck him” I roll my eyes.“So? Is it a crime to find someone attractive?” I gasped dramatically, “Have we adopted the Jedi code of  no intense emotions?” Cymbaline smacks my arm playfully, “Ugh I can’t with you and your nerdy references.” We both laugh and catch each other up on what we’ve done the past few days. “Alright girly, I gotta go. Duty calls.” She says before she goes through a portal to wherever she was needed.  A figure suddenly catches my eye. I can’t believe it…Miguel is out of his office. My eyes follow his every move and I could’ve sworn we made eye contact at some point. Then he’s gone, he’s never out of his office for very long. I thought about what Cymbeline said, about just wanting to fuck him. I chuckle to myself, “Oh, girly if only you know what I was really thinking.”

Miguel’s Pov

I made my way back into my office. For some reason, ever since I recruited Arabella, she’s been plaguing my mind. Those damn blue eyes when she looks up at me, her infectious smile. The way the fiery ends of her black curls would cascade down her back. I don’t see her much, but those few times I do, it's hard for my eyes not to wander with the way her suit hugs her curves. She evokes a feeling that I haven’t felt…since the incident. “MIGUEL!” I shake my head. “Yes Lyla, what is it?” She motions over to my watch. Not surprisingly, it’s beeping. Lately there have been more and more anomalies ever since the mess with Kingpin’s collider. Usually I’m not one to be on the scene, but ever since then, I’ve been having to. “Alright,” I sigh heavily, “Get Peter B and Arabella.”

Seeing Arabella walk in holding Mayday, reminded me of Gabriella. I felt the sad smile creep on my face and quickly wiped it away. “There’s an anomaly on earth-5986. Both of you are coming with me.” I said kind of coldly. Peter chuckled nervously, “Yeah Miguel, there’s one small little problem. I promised Mary-Jane that I wouldn’t take Mayday out on missions with me.” Peter said, wincing at the last part. “I could watch Mayday for you,” Arabella quipped and looked at me, “If that’s okay with you Miguel?” I caught her gaze, I sighed frustratedly. “Fine, you can stay behind, Peter you’re coming with me.” I look over at Arabella cooing at Mayday, and a strange warm feeling washes over me.  

Arabella’s pov

“You hear that Mayday? You get to hang out with Titi Arabella.” I cooed. May giggles and it just melts my heart. Peter hands me his baby bag before placing a kiss on her head and she waves with her little hand. “I’ll be in my dimension when you get back,” I told Peter before he left through the portal.

I emerge through my portal into my living room with May on my hip. I go into my room to change out of my suit and into something more comfortable and place May on my bed before doing so. It had been a while since I had some time for myself and I wanted to go out but realizing I had May with me made things a little complicated. I didn’t have a stroller so I’d have to carry her everywhere…that was out of the question. I’ll just take her to the park nearby. I picked her up from where she was sitting on my bed and spun her around, “You wanna go to the park my little losca?” she babbles, “I’ll take that as a yes then.”

We head downstairs and I turn into the bodega just to get a couple of snacks for the park. “Hey, there she is!” I smile at the bodega owner, “Hey Rafael.” May babbles at him, “I didn’t know you had a kid!” He said, utterly baffled. “Oh, she’s not my kid. I’m just babysitting for my friend. So Raf, meet Mayday.” I chuckled out, “Mayday? That’s an odd name for a kid don’t you think?” I laugh, “Her name’s May, Mayday is just a nickname.”

“Oh, okay.” I went around and grabbed the snacks and paid. It was nice playing with May at the park.. Honestly, with the way she was behaving, made me want to have kids of my own. I let my thoughts wander a little bit…to Miguel. I know Cymbeline was making fun of me for just wanting to have sex with him, but if I’m being honest, I really do want to be in a relationship with him.

Third person pov

Peter and Miguel walk into Arabella’s living room through the portal and find her and Mayday cuddled up asleep on the couch. “Awww just look at how adorable they look sleeping so peacefully.” Peter said sweetly. Miguel rolls his eyes, “Tch whatever just grab your little shit so we can leave,” He said, irritated. In reality, Miguel enjoyed the sight before him, and hated himself for it. Ever since the incident, he never allowed himself to be blinded by the possibility of something that could never happen. For being Spiderman was a sacrifice, allowing himself to blindly fall in love could potentially put the fate of the multiverse at risk. Peter left through the portal first, Miguel paused and looked behind him. Seeing Arabella sleeping peacefully, made him long for something more. A small part of him screamed, to get closer to her. To get to know her. Much like the other times, he repressed those feelings, and left it to be dealt with another time. That small piece of him wondered, could he be happy one day as Spiderman? Peter B was able to, so why couldn’t he?