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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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Can you do one we’re Lloyd is getting married to y/n but her ex crashes the venue?

hello, sorry this took so long! I hope you liked what I came up with.

prequel

summary - an unwanted ex crashes your wedding and exposes your kinky ways to your soon-to-be husband, do you think the wedding was called off?

warning - angst, fluff, talk of being fucked by something, sexual talk, gun talk, special guest.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

His eyes were so warm and intense on you that you were sure he could read all your thoughts, everything you felt about him, written in your pupils. Lloyd smiled, opening his mouth as he began his vows.

“I’m so happy I met you, Pumpkin. I remember when I first saw you. You were walking through a field of flowers, wearing a pretty white dress and a daisy in your hair. At that moment, I knew I had to get to know you, and I couldn’t let someone so beautiful slip through my fingers.” He smiles, eyes staring intensely into yours, which happened to be filled with happy tears. Lloyd clears his throat, making sure his voice doesn’t crack as he continues. “I want to cook you dinner, even though I can’t. I want to tuck you into bed and make sure you sleep okay every night, all the time. I want to play with your hair until you fall asleep. I want to cuddle you for hours or get lost travelling with you. I want to be at dinner with you, somewhere different and move my hand up your legs.” As he says this, Lloyd wiggles his brows. “I want to fuck you till you can’t move. I want to punish you just because I fucking can, and I promise, Pumpkin, that I will love you for eternity, and if I somehow upset you and break my vows, you can shoot me wherever you want.”

A soft smile appears on your face, but as you open your mouth, about to respond, you are interrupted by someone slowly clapping. You and Lloyd turn your head, and your eyes widen as your ex-boyfriend Ransom freaking Drysdale stands there.

Ransom grins, “I gotta say, those were some awesome fucking vows.” He strolls forward, winking as he takes a swig from the whiskey bottle in his hand. Your hand quickly reaches out to stop Lloyd from grabbing the gun in his waistband. “Aww, is the big guy getting mad? Scared she’s going to come running back to me? I mean, I wouldn’t blame her. All those nights together, mmm.” He exaggerates a moan, eyes rolling back as he tries to get under Lloyd’s skin.

“What do you want, Ransom?” You huff, arms folding in front of your chest as the happiness you were feeling slowly gets sucked out of you. “How the hell did you even know I was here?” The feeling of Lloyd’s arm wrapping around you spreads secureness throughout your body.

Ransom smiles, “Your little bridesmaid there, get her going enough, and she’ll happily spill your whereabouts.” His eyes stare you down, looking for a flare of jealousy to spark in your eyes, but all he’s met with is disgust. His eyes move over to the red-faced bridesmaid, giving her a smirk. “C’mon, why don’t you tell the bride all of the things you let me do to you that made you spill.”

“Ransom. That’s enough. What do you want?” The rage building inside of you was becoming too much. Your fingers twitch as you itch to reach behind and grab Lloyd’s gun. Not even his hold is comforting you, and that’s the scary part. You swear you can feel him press a soft kiss against your head, whispering sweet words, but you can’t be sure as redness tries to take over.

“Well, Kitten. I want you back.” He rolls his eyes, drinking from the bottle. A giant grin appears on his face when Lloyd grunts and his sharp blue eyes make their way over to Lloyd’s. “Hey, buddy! I got a question for ya!” Ransom strides closer, tapping Lloyd’s cheek as he speaks but huffs when his hand is swiped away. “Jeez, calm down.” Ransom pouts, not expecting you people to be so rude.

“Are you guys as kinky in bed as we once were?” The smirk on his face says it all, and your eyes widen knowing where he’s going with this. “You all wanna hear what I fucked her with?” He spins, speaking to everyone in the room. Some eyes and mouths were wide open, and some gasped. They’d probably gasp more if he said what he fucked you with. Ransom turns, staring you deep into your eyes. “Should I tell them, Kitten? You think he’d still want you after knowing how much of a whore you really are?”

You shake your head, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes as you think back to the night he was talking about. You and Lloyd aren’t vanilla at all but for him to hear this on your wedding day from your ex wasn’t something you wanted to happen. Ransom nods, taking your silence and turns to look Lloyd in the eyes with a dark smirk.

“You ever fuck her with a lollipop?” Lloyd’s brows shoot up, his head moving to look at you, wondering why he hasn’t even thought of that yet. “Ah! You haven’t?” Ransom chuckles, forcing his whiskey into a random person’s arms before he excitedly claps. “Fuck! I did that. I fucked her with a lollipop. She liked it, though. She liked it a lot!” His eyes never leave Lloyd’s as he says this. Ransom licks his lips as he thinks of how hot you looked, sprawled out, little whines escaping you as he thrusts the small lolly into your dripping hole.

Ransom looks at you, his eyes piercing through you. “I can’t stop thinking of you and that lollipop.” He groans, head thrown back as he continues. “Jesus, do you know how fucking sexy you looked, letting me fuck you with it. Remember when you had a taste?” Ransom licks his lips, raising a brow as your eyes dart down. “Of course you do, Kitten. You were begging for that taste, the best fucking taste out there. A bit of cherry mixed with you. Fuck! I’m getting so fucking hard thinking about it.” His hand reaches down and grabs his junk, “Why stay with a boring man like Lloyd Hansen when you can have me back, Kitten? Don’t you miss me?”

“No, Ransom. I don’t miss you, and there’s a reason I’m marrying Lloyd instead of you.” Your glare is set on the man. His brow raises as he waits for you to come up with an excuse. “No woman wants a man who has his eyes on every woman.”

Lloyd looks down at you. Leaning forward, he places a soft kiss against your head before turning and grabbing Ransom by his throat. The sound of choking can be heard as Lloyd walks Ransom out of the area and throws him to the side. He leans down. “You ever come near us again, and I’ll put a bullet in your head.” As he stands, he kicks Ransom in the side before walking back to where you stand, and Lloyd can see how worried you are that he wouldn’t come back.

“You ready to become Mrs Hansen, Pumpkin?” Lloyd smiles when a bright smile appears on your face. He walks over to you and brings you into his arms. “You’re lucky. I love you.” He warns. “Because I wouldn’t stand for it otherwise.”

You grin, resting your chin on his chest as you look up at him. “You’re lucky. I love you. Because you’re a total asshole, and there aren’t a lot of girls who’d put up with it.” Lloyd looks down at you, shocked, but it’s soon replaced with a loving smile.

The priest clears his voice. “After that… Lovely interruption. Would you two like to continue?” The two of you look at one another. Hands interlocked as you nod.

The wedding may not have been one of a fairytale, but Lloyd did get to test out that lollipop.

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cherry-pop-elf · 6 months

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Weasley Siblings Reacting To Your Muscle Spasms ♿️

William ‘Bill’

He can relate.

He has his own issue with them, from his attack by Greyback.

It’s more subtle, and tend to get triggered by stress, but he can be in your shoes.

They DO get worse when the full moon is closer/here. Since a curse breaker, he was able to prevent himself from being turned. But still has side effects.

He doesn’t get startled when you have a bad day, and they get triggered. Nor does it bother him when you both sleep together.

He’s someone who can get it, and often forgets you even have them. When he notices, it’s just another day. He GETS it, and you can have someone to confide in

Charlie

He has them. He has them BAD.

Given he works with dragon’s, and all the time, he has suffered some nerve damage. Amongst just a million other health issues.

He’s turned it into a straight up game on who twitches the most sometimes. Weasleys. You knew what you were signing up for

Since he has his owns, you have a taste of your own medicine of what it’s like to fall asleep with someone who has them.

He genuinely knows what it’s like, and it’s nice to be with someone who gets it. Doesn’t freak out every single time it happens. It’s healing. You two are buddies in this world of muscle tension

Percy

He’s…..anxious. To put it lightly. He’s always been a man that startles easy, which the twins took advantage of, so it’s a lot to get used to.

But, since his older siblings have similar issues, he isn’t going in blind either. He’s the type to be quick to try and learn whatever his partner enjoys/suffers with.

He does get very frustrated, at the start, such as when you have an incident when your knee bumped against the table while he was working. Spilling ink everywhere. He was about to yell, but he recalled a time when Charlie did the same thing. How guilty he felt, and self conscious he was. So, he forced himself to breath, and cleaned up

It’s stressful, but he’s wanting to learn and help any way he can. He finds something like that not a deal breaker. You can’t help it, and neither can his brothers

Sleeping with him is a struggle, and doesn’t happen for a while. Not until you are both deeper in the relationship

Over all, it’s a struggle. He’s an able bodied man dating a disabled partner. But, he grew up with siblings having those similar issues. So, in a morbid sense, seeing and feeling them reminds him of home

Fred

As stated, he has siblings who have similar issues. So he isn’t phased by it nearly. Not to mention he’s most certainly developed some of his own, with being a man that has tested so many wild things on himself for the sake of WWW. Also, ya know, Fireworksexual

He’s the type that teases and would often call you “Jitterbug” or stuff like that. If you weren’t into that, he would be quick to correct himself. Jokes are to make people laugh after all, and tease those that had it coming. You were born/in an incident. Never had it coming

Given his whole aesthetic being a man of chaos, he doesn’t get bothered by you having flare ups at all. Just another day. But he would be always concerned when you have a bad day. Seeing how intense they can get. Even secretly trying to invent something to help

Given how close him and George are, they would often sneak into bed with each other when having nightmares. So having someone who’s spacing in their sleep doesn’t bother him a lick. But he will have his worries

It’s just part of who you are. And it’s part of who he is. Just one of the flaws that make you so beautiful to him

George

Rather similar to Fred, to many degrees, but he is still an independent person. And is a bit more sensitive to it all

He worries about you a bit more, and can’t help but wonder if they ever hurt. Charlie and Bill say they don’t. Unless they hit something, but still. He’s gonna worry about you when he sees the flares

When he loses his ear, after the war, he developed his own spasms from the trauma it did to his muscles and blood vessels. So he has some, and jokes that you two are twinning now. He immediately cried after saying that

Whenever you have a bad flare up in your sleep, expect to have him hold you closer. Kissing your head, in the hopes it some how. It doesn’t work like that, but he’s a wizard. Maybe it does

He’s going to worry, a lot. But it’s all in good faith, and because he cares. He’s going to try and help somehow whenever he can. And you can’t stop him

Ron

Expect to hear good ole “Bloody Hell-“ Whenever you have a bad one. He gets startled easy, like Percy, but is more audible about it. Over the years he gets better, but expect a lot of it

Growing up with siblings have similar, he doesn’t really get bothered. Just startled. Especially since he hasn’t been around his siblings along growing up, due to the age gap.

He secretly has a talent of reading spasm writing though. Since Bill and Charlie write to the family often. And since it’s ink, you can’t really fix it. So you never have to feel self conscious about your flare ups when writing

He will get startled awake, now and again, when you start sharing a bed. But he refuses to ever tell you that. Knowing how brave you are to attempt it. It’s the least he can do to try and make it work in return

When more of his siblings develop spasm, he feels a weird relief. Like if he never dated you, he couldn’t help them like he could with you

It’s new, but he’s a Weasley. Chaos is in their DNA. It’s just something you can’t control, like he can’t control his nervous ticks. It takes a while to adjust, but that’s kinda basic human nature. To adjust to new things. And you are a new thing here wants to keep

Ginny

Given her Qudditch career and lifestyle, she gets muscle fatigue often. So she can relate to having twitches. Course, having them twenty four seven is a whole other ball game for her

Given her experience, she is happy to help massage your joints and muscles. Using every trick in the book to see if they can help you in any way at all

Given she’s the baby, she didn’t really grow up around her eldest brothers, so she isn’t quite used to the concept of another person having them. Even with her team mates, they are far more subtle and they don’t exactly spend twenty four seven together

She sleeps like a damn brick. So you never have to worry about waking her up. But expect her own leg kicks when it’s been a long day on the field

She’s going to care for you deeply, and use all her special tricks to help you. Even though it doesn’t really work like that, the mental health boost it gives you still does numbers. She is trying because she CAN and WANTS to, and that’s all that matters

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athenamikaelson · 1 year

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can i request a kol x reader one shot where the reader just moved to MF and is really shy and the MF gang are all shocked when they find out she likes/is dating kol🥰

Kol Mikaelson x Shy!Reader

Word Count- 1.2k

Warnings- Light Swearing

Request- can i request a kol x reader one shot where the reader just moved to MF and is really shy and the MF gang are all shocked when they find out she likes/is dating kol🥰

“So Y/N,” Caroline leans over to me a sneaky smirk on her face, “has there been anyone who’s caught your eye since you’ve arrived in town?” I can feel the warmth of a blush start to make its way onto my face. Elena and Bonnie stop their talking next to us and give me a questioning look.

“Ya Y/N, has there been anyone?” Bonnie asks with an encouraging smile on her face. I stare at all three of them and from their giggling I can tell the blush has turned my face beet red.

“You can tell us Y/N if you want, if not don’t worry about it.” Elena tells me, placing her hand on top of mine in a comforting way.

“Don’t judge me ok?” I ask them, which gets me multiple nods of heads and “Of course nots.”

I take a deep breath and close my eyes, “Kol Mikaelson.”

After a long moment of silence I open my eyes and see all three of them with a mix of confusion and fear etched into their faces. Embarrassment starts to flood my entire body as I watch them try to process what I’d said.

“Ok I know I’m not the ideal dream girl or anything and I know he is totally out of my league but-“ I start to ramble but Bonnie interrupts me.

“No Y/N! It’s not that! You’re perfect, it’s just…” Bonnie looks over at Elena and Caroline who look like they’re trying to find their own words, “It’s Kol, he’s just so intense you know. You’re so sweet and kind and he’s so… not.” Bonnie says with an unnerved look.

“I know he can be a bit crude sometimes but he’s nice to me.” I say trying to defend the man I’d come to grow fond of in my short time of knowing him.

“Really?!” They all ask surprisingly.

“Ya I guess. I mean whenever we see each other he always goes out of his way to talk to me even though I can’t start a conversation for my life. And when I told him that people have told me that I come off as a freak because of how quiet I am, he told me that some people are too idiotic to see that the quietest people are always the ones with the most to say.” It was the first time in a long time that it felt as if someone had truly seen me and heard me.

Bonnie, Caroline, and Elena just stare at me for a moment before Caroline cracks a big smile and starts talking about how cute that is and how she’s so happy for me. When she’s done Bonnie gives me a comforting smile.

“I’m happy that someone makes you feel that way Y/N, I just want you to be careful and safe ok? Kol and his family can be unpredictable and we wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

“I know, and it’s just a little crush anyways, there’s no way Kol would really give me the time and day.” I give her a shrug of my shoulders.

“Kol Mikaelson would be lucky if you gave him the time of day Y/N.” Elena tells me.

“Thank you guys.”

—-

“Hello Quiet One.” I turn in my seat to see Damon Salvatore smirking at me. I just rolled my eyes and went back to watching Jeremy clean the bar after he asked to keep him company at The Grill. I can feel Damon move out the barstool next to me.

“So I heard from a Little Birdy that someone has a crush on the wild Mikaelson?” When he says this I whip my head to look at him and am faced with the vampire smirking at him.

“Who the hell told you that? I whisper-yell at him. Damon just stares at me for a moment before reaching over the bar and pouring himself a bourbon.

“Just a little birdy.” I let out a sigh and fought the urge to strangle him.

“I’m honestly hurt that I wasn’t the first to be told, My Little Quiet One. I thought we were besties.” Damon throws a hand over his heart in a mocking way.

“We're not besties.” I try to tell him which makes him shake his head.

“Yep, we are. You’re the only one I know that will keep my deep dark secrets and won't try to see the wrong in my ways.”

“It’s not my job to make you be a better person Damon.”

“Exactly! Try telling Elena that, or Stefan, or Ric. You and I work well together.” He pats me on my shoulder, I go to shrug his hand off when it’s ripped off by someone behind us.

“It doesn’t really look like she wants you touching her, mate. So keep your hands off.” I freeze as I recognize the British accent and who it belongs to.

Damon turns in his stool, “Agh, Kol. My least favorite Original. Y/N and I are the bestest of friends so you can back off.” He glares at him, which earns an even nastier glare from Kol. I stare at them for a moment before standing up, which gains Kol’s attention.

“I need some fresh air.” I say as I try to get away from Kol as quickly as possible.

I’m able to get one breath of fresh air before I hear the door next to me open and Kol walks out. He catches my eye and makes his way over to me, which makes me start walking in the opposite direction, until I feel a hand grab my upper arm.

“Where are you off to, Darling?” Kol’s voice comes from behind me. I try to take a deep breath and focus on my breathing so my heart rate isn’t as intense as it currently is.

“For a walk.” I turn to look at him to find him already staring down at me with a ghost of a smirk on his face. A face which happens to be a breath away from my own.

“Fantastic, then I walk with you.” I just freeze and look at him, I start to shake my head at him.

“Why would you want to do that?” I ask him. Kol stares at me for a moment with a confused look.

“Because I fancy you, Darling.” I feel my brain shut down as I just stare at Kol, he must find the look on my face entertaining because he lets out a huff of a laugh.

“Cat got your tongue, Darling?”

“Why?” I shake my head at him in confusion and denial.

“Why wouldn’t I? You surprised me.” His answer to my question only makes me more confused.

“How could I possibly surprise you?” Kol stares down at me and the smirk on his face slowly morphs into something softer as he looks at me.

“I’ll tell you over dinner tonight.” He says as he takes my hand and kisses it. He gives me one final look and starts to walk off, leaving me in shock.

“Wait, tonight!” I try to yell after him. He turns around and smiles at me.

“I’ll pick you up at 8, Darling.”

#author #athenamikaelson #kol mikaelson x reader #kol mikaelson imagine #kol mikaelson icons #the originals x reader #theoriginalsimagines #thecwshows #thevampirediaries #the vampire diaries #the originals #klaus x reader #damon salvatore #elena gilbert #bonnie bennett #caroline forbes

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cyberfreaky · 1 year

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dilf!jake knows you have a crush on him & likes to test you btw

you sat on an empty log by the evening bonfire with a plate of roasted fish. it was clear you weren't particularly hungry by the way you picked at the fish — you pushed the flesh of the animal around the plate and smushed it beneath your fingertips.

"this seat taken?" a familiar voice asked you from above.

a shy grin formed on your lips as you glanced up at jake, clearly exhausted after an intense day of training. you shook your head coyly. "no, please sit.”

despite your belief that your admiration for jake was a secret — he had already connected the dots. the way you clung to him barely days after meeting him made it vividly clear that you were completely smitten. jake had taken note of how flushed you’d become around him, sometimes stuttering over your words when he’d look deep into your bright eyes. this could have been brushed off as nerves if you didn’t giggle incessantly.

jake thought your crush on him was adorable. you were a ball of sunshine, the purest soul he had ever met. he admired you just as much — perhaps even more so. he’d always remember finding you alone on the shore, beading a variety of shells into a necklace as a welcoming gift for the new arrivals. the way you freaked out when you noticed jake watching you was an endearing memory engraved in his mind — the necklace had remained around his neck ever since the day.

"missed you, today." jake says with a warm smile, gazing into your bright eyes. "did 'ya miss me?"

there he goes — he knew what he was doing.

you pulled away from his stare and opted for the sandy shore beneath you. "a little bit."

jake placed two fingertips beneath your chin, gently lifting your head up to face him. "gotta stop being so shy, kid. can't hear you when you're looking at the ground."

you held his gaze for a brief moment, feeling a tingling warmth creeping up inside you. the bubbling excitement you were experiencing was soon replaced with a rush of anxiety — forcing you to push jake’s hand away and swivel your head around the surrounding area.

your father had caught you speaking with jake yesterday while you were meant to be fulfilling your daily duties. he was not fond of the sully family seeking uturu here to begin with — nor did he like the fact that jake was once apart of the sky people. that was a factor your father could not look past, he did not want his only daughter to be near the 'demon'. you were forbidden from making any form of contact with jake — but you had no intentions of abiding this rule.

"i'm scared my fathers watching us somewhere." you admitted, nervously playing with the shell beading on your sarong. "he forbid me from speaking to you yesterday."

“yeah?” jake’s dark brow raised, the urge to watch you crumble in fear entered his lewd head.

you nodded, oblivious to jake’s flirtatious tone. “he’d be more disappointed in me than anything.”

“m’sure everything’ll be okay.” jake consoled, cupping your bouncing knee with his large hand. his thumb pressed circles into your supple skin, your jittering limbs slowing down as you melted into jake’s touch. “just relax, nothing bad’s gonna happen, m’kay?”

the bustle of the clan eating their supper and speaking amongst themselves gave jake an idea. if he weren’t a better man, he would succumb to his sick desires and fuck you mercilessly right there with absolutely no care whatsoever for who watched. but instead, he decided on testing the waters, wanting to see how you’d react to his recklessness.

his hand trailed tediously up your leg, soon massaging the plushness of your thigh. his planned movements were able to waver your suspicion — the gentleness of jake’s fondling made you think he simply wanted to relax you.

jake had a smug look as his hand dipped further between your legs, causing your fluttering eyes to widen. “w..what’re you doing?” you questioned him, attempting to pretend you weren’t secretly enjoying the excitement.

“shh.” he hushed you. jake’s hand hid beneath your veiled sarong, the pad of his finger teasingly rubbing against the fabric of your swelling clit. your body jolted forward at the foreign sensation, a choked mewl escaping your throat.

jake’s eyes were fixated on the way your face screwed up in pleasure, burning a deep shade of magenta. you were so needy, so desperate for him. you glanced up at him with doe-eyed urgency, quietly pleading for him to touch you again. he couldn’t help but smirk, pulling his hand from your now dripping arousal. “not here, kid. too many people.”

he selfishly watched as your poor thighs clenched together, desperate for a slither of friction. “jake, please.” you babbled pathetically, your smaller hands hooked around his to press against your heat. you were careless with your actions, your mind disregarded the countless eyes and led with the lust that overcame you. “i need you.”

”soon, sweetheart.” jake cooed, running his thumb across the base of your lips. “need you to be patient for me, now.”

#jake sully #jake sully x reader #jake sully smut #dilf jake sully #jake sully x you #avatar #avatar smut #avatar way of water #kinda sorta rlly need him like now

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underratedmurder · 10 months

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Richie Jerimovich/Reader "I Would Like a Blanket Please" (Part 1/2)

Reader works at The Beef and is having some housing/financial troubles, Richie offers his apartment as a place to stay! <3

Stuff in this: Soft Richie, Reader is kind of awkward, Soooo many hands on shoulders, They are so sweet and tender with each other, They both know how much the other one is hurting, They are each others comfort person!!! They have some sexual tension, Carmy is totally onto them

Stuff that will be in part two (if you don't want spoilers then just skip past this): Chicken nuggets (hell yeah), Richie when he was in college <3, Reader sleeps on his sofa which is much nicer than his twin bed?, Sharing blankets, Intense cuddling, The softest kisses

I know its been more than a week since my last update I am sorry dear friends, but trust I will deliver !!! Second part should be up tomorrow night or Monday.

Please enjoy, and leave a comment or like if you want to see more/have any requests !

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You were sitting on the ground of the walk-in, fingers getting colder, digging into the sleeves of your thick knit sweater. The one Richie called you crazy for wearing in the kitchen, but also one of the last pieces of physical comfort you had left.

Life was… rough, and you were currently struggling to find housing. You just spent your last bit of money on last night's stay in a motel room downtown. You were hoping you could pull through and figure something out by the end of the day… but that time was now, and you had nothing.

You tried to collect your thoughts, breathing hard and freaking out a little bit. Your nerves were getting the better of you, and you had been nothing but filled with tension the whole day.

You breathed in and out, slowly letting your body relax, and your fingers loosen their grip. You looked at the ground intensely, almost studying it, to remind yourself where you were. And to remember that the world wasn’t actually ending, it was just your life! Just yours!

Don’t worry! At least the restaurant is okay!

Even that was an overstatement.

You felt yourself finally come back to the moment.

“Alright well just don’t put it on the stove again Fak! It’s not fuckin rocket science- Oh,” Richie's voice was booming even before he opened the door.

He had snapped you out of your tranquil state immediately, and you could already feel yourself tensing up again. Being around people and trying to act like everything was normal and okay all day was very hard. Especially around Rich. The guy you almost desperately wished to be close to.

The fear was pungent though, you didn’t want to be a burden on anyone, especially on him. You feared getting tangled up with him in any way would only make life more painfully complicated.

These thoughts and feelings did not cross your mind though when you were actually around him in the kitchen, and you got to talk to him and watch him ‘work’, as you fought back the carnal urge to violently makeout with him.

It was far too easy to be comfortable around him, it was only after your shift everyday that you reminded yourself you were not in the position for a relationship.

If he even liked you-

“Hey, uh, what are ya doin' on the floor?” you were back to reality again, and Richie was looking down at you, one arm on the door and the other at his side.

You looked up at him with the most honest and unintended look of pure dread on your face, eyes sad and fearful. His own expression dropped.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” he lowered his voice and knelt down to look you in the eyes, face to face.

You furrowed your brows and smiled in adoration. His words were somehow instantly comforting.

You shook your head, “It’s nothing. I’m just tired,”

He didn’t look convinced, instead he went to place a hand on your shoulder, his palm was warm in the chill.

“You sure you're ‘aright? You can tell me, ya know? Promise I won’t tell Mr. Crazy Chef,” he joked, referring to Carmy, and you let out a huff.

“Did you spill a giant jar of pickles or somethin?”

“Ha ha,” you said sarcastically, a half smile escaping your somber expression. Though, it didn’t last long.

Richie dropped to your level on the floor, sitting next to you.

You shook your head again, looking down.

“Its just been a long day,” you hesitated, but Richie just waited.

“Things have been… hard,” you let your words out with an exhale, your arms and legs becoming a bit less stiff.

“Home troubles?”

“Yeah,” you half whispered, fiddling with your fingers as that last bit of tension escaped you.

“Yeah… I get it,” he said with a sigh, and he let his head lean on the wall.

You sat there in silence for a second, the humming of the freezer accompanying your barely audible breaths.

“I take it you don’t wanna go back huh?” he asked you, turning his head to look at you.

You furrowed your brows and looked at him puzzled.

“Back home, I mean,” he clarified.

You put it together he assumed your home life wasn’t very good. Which technically it wasn’t, just not in the way he expected.

Obviously, you hadn’t alluded to anything else.

You nodded, barely mumbling another yeah, as to not embarrass yourself, though you could feel yourself getting there.

You leaned back against the metal shelf, tilting your head back and running your fingers by your scalp.

You half smiled at him, afraid to look into his eyes for too long or you might get lost in them.

“You know you can stay with me if you want?”

“What?” you blurted.

“If yur really not feelin like… goin back tonight, you can crash at mine. I got plenty o’ room,”

“Are you serious?”

“Course I am, I’m not an asshole,”

“Well…” you grinned and looked at him cheekily.

“Shush, I aint no fuckin asshole aright? I can be nice,” he expressed with his hands, signature of a pointed Richie opinion.

“Yeah like now?” you joked, your arms hooked around your knees as you leaned forward again.

“You don’t have to come over if you don't wanna-”

“I do,”

Richie stopped and looked at you, surprised and… relieved by your answer?

“I do, want to,”

He opened his mouth to say something, but the longer he looked at you it seemed he couldn’t come up with anything. He smiled a little bit instead, a pleasant sight. His cheeks just a bit pink.

“Well, then we better get goin’, it’s ‘bouta be closing and I don’t recommend staying overtime,”

He popped up from the floor, lending his hand for you to grab and propel you up.

“I already work overtime, Richie,” you reminded him as he brought you to your feet.

“Right uh, I really should get Carm to pay you more for that,”

“You should,” you said, nodding a bit and just barely smiling, it seemed to be something neither of you could stop doing.

“Consider it out of my paycheck. A little catch up in your check for this week. I’ll get Carm to fix it tomorrow, promise,”

You nodded, then looked down, grateful but also a bit guilty. Anything out of Richie's pocket could basically be considered right out of the restaurant. Richie seemed to catch your worried look.

“You ‘aright?” he let a hand rest on your shoulder, leaning over to get a look at you.

You nodded, sheepishly, but Richie just held onto your other shoulder.

“You sure?” you made eye contact, and willed yourself to reassure him.

“Yeah,” you nodded, and he let go.

“Kay, let’s get outta here,” he sighed, opening the door to the giant fridge.

“I promise you won’t regret this. I've got a nice 50 inch flatscreen, the most shining bathroom you’ve ever seen, and a pretty damn good bed,” He said, his eyes bright still but his face smug, until he caught your expression and dropped his own.

“That’s not what I uh…,”

“What’s goin on here cuz?” Carmy rounded the corner,

“Nothin, we’re just headin out,”

“We?” He looked at Richie, incredulous.

“Y/n was uh-”

“I’m staying at Richie's tonight. Just a temporary thing, my parents are having some friends and relatives over right now and I’m not really into opening the can o’ worms that is my life and career at the family function,” you chuckled nervously. You thought of the lie quicker than you were proud of, but knew it might resonate with Carm.

“Yeah no, that's… fine. Yeah, I uh, I understand,” he paused, ”I get it,”

He looked you both up and down, and it was only then that you noticed you were standing so close together your arms were touching. In the time the conversation started, neither of you made an effort to move away from the other.

His brows raised, “Have fun you two,” he smirked and turned to leave.

“Very funny, Carm. Fuck you too!” Richie called after him,

“Hope your playdate goes well!” he called back, just barely audible.

“What a dick,” Richie mumbled.

Remove the word ‘play’ from that sentence and the prospect of your staying over completely changed. Though you wondered, if the word 'play' really insinuated anything else, if not… other activities that could happen at a potential hangout. Was the word ‘play’ in ‘playdate’ in the context of two adults being around one another really any more appropriate than just simply saying date?

“Don’t listen to him,” Richie assured you, blue eyes wide and totally in your face.

You snapped out of zoning out, eyes flitting from the spot on Richie's neck where they rested.

“Sure,” you said half mindlessly, nodding your head and scrunching your nose.

“We are just two coworkers, who are going to one person's apartment, where we will do regular coworker things,” Richie stressed, as you two made your way to the back door, expressing it all with his hands and arms.

“Mhm mhm,” you nodded your head again, walking quickly, but not forgetting to swipe your bag of stuff from off the floor by the lockers.

“Like… sleeping,” he exclaimed a little too loudly, and you both paused in the doorway as soon as he said it.

“That keeps coming out wrong, doesn’t it?” he looked down, and then up at you, smiling a little bit.

He needed to stop doing that, it was starting to become addicting to watch.

“Yeah, it does,” you said with a sympathetic look of worry and also amusement.

“Yeah,” he flattened his mouth, his hands landing on his hips.

“I think maybe you should just stop talking about it for a bit,” you suggested.

“Yeah you're right, you're right. It’s a little weird huh?” he looked side to side, then down at the ground again, scratching his neck.

“I mean, not weird. Just a little, odd,”

“Just a little?” he looked up, smile growing on his face and cheeks still very pink.

“Just a little!” you chimed, and it looked like his eyes were smiling before his lips could.

“Yeah… good on ya babe. I should keep my mouth shut more often”

“Maybe not, completely shut?”

“Ah,”

“But just… mostly, shut,” you let your mouth curl into a smile.

“Right. Like a ventriloquist,” he offered, smiling back, a bit bashful.

“Yes, like a ventriloquist. Exactly,” you grinned and rubbed the space between your brows, he laughed a little.

You laughed as well, just barely, air escaping your nose and mouth. You exhaled, and let your smile fade with his. You both paused, eyes meeting in the comforting silence. Richie's mouth parted, before he clicked his tongue.

“My uh, my car is just at the end of the lot,” he grinned,

“Right yes, lets go to that,”

“As you wish,” he swayed his hand out in front of him.

You simply smiled, and walked past him down the step to outside. He stopped before he could even walk forward.

“Wait, hold up. I gotta get my jacket… I’ll be right back,”

“Yeah, sure,”

He turned towards the lockers but promptly turned right back around.

“Do you need anything? You got all your stuff?”

“Yep! It’s just my bag,”

“Okay, alright, cool,”

He disappeared down the hall, and you turned to face the cold, all too familiar with the chill on your skin. You watched your breath in the air, as you exhaled, trying to slow the rising tempo of your heart. You hoped Richie's place was warm. You hoped he was warm.

“Alright!” you jumped a bit, but met him with kind eyes.

“Let's get this show on the road,”

#richie jerimovich #the bear #ebon moss bachrach #richie jerimovich x reader #the bear fanfiction #The Bear fandom please accept me

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jiselleeeeeeeeeee · 2 years

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VIP (Luca Kaneshiro)

Author's notes: why am I writing this? Because i need a sugar daddy ✨ will try to finish up reqs!

Character: Luca Kaneshiro

Warnings: just a lil NSFW at the back, but nothing intense. STILL, MINORS DNI!

Tags: Luca kaneshiro w/ fem reader

Life can get pretty boring working in a bar, I mean sure many times filthy rich people visit, but to you, they are nothing more than dirty, disrespectful freaks.

Today was different, though. You were told to serve a guest in the VIP room.

“It's not one of those old, wasted man, right? Please tell me it isn't.” You are so done with your job. “You're so wrong bestie, I caught a glimpse, he's really hot. Also, change into something cuter, he's a VIP ya know” Your co-worker gave you a wink and urged you to hurry.

You changed into a cute, one piece black dress. “Good enough” You mentally prepared yourself for the worst and knocked on the door. you were shocked to see two tall bodyguards standing on each side of the door. “Uhhh, I'm here to serve, I got the order.” You presented the tray, and they finally allowed you to enter.

You looked up and made direct eye contact with the man sitting right in the middle of the sofa and holy- you co-worker ain't lying at all. Those purple hues, those tattoos, and oh my that chest of his. Perhaps you were too focused on his body that you didn't even realise that he was staring at you the whole time. “Ya done staring sweetheart?” He let out a soft laugh, you were SO embarrassed.

“I- I uhhh...here's your order sir!” you placed the tray on the table and wanted to run off immediately. However, you felt a strong force that pulled you right onto his lap. “Leaving already? After staring at me for such a long time?” He wrapped his arms around your waist. “I'm Luca, by the way”

“Ah...Luca, right? You see, I need to get back to work, i-if you need anything, just ask for y/n, yeah?” You tried to wiggle your way out. “y/n? Such a cute name for such a pretty girl.” Luca tightened his arms around you. “Also, quit this job, I can offer you so much more sweetheart~” He took out his wallet and took out a card, not just any card, a black card. “Eh? Luca I'm not sure if...” You definitely found him attractive and all, but a black card? Surely you had to do something for him, right? “Well sweetheart? How's the offer?” He admired you from head to toe. “But Luca...I can't accept this unless I do something for you too.” I started running your fingers through his hair, you couldn't resist, he was just too attractive.

“Well, just attend events with me, I'll bring you on dates as well. And if everything goes well, we could...start being more intimate. Hm?” He rested his head on your chest, starting to feel comfortable with your constant running fingers on his scalp. “Hmm, I like the sound of that...wait, Luca? You...” you felt something growing bigger against your lower body. “Hmm? Oh...” Luca finally realised why you started blushing furiously. “Y/n~, just stay like that, I like it” His large hands roaming down to your ass, fumbling it slowly. And that's how you ended up on his lap, and him being soft and comfortable, cuddling you closer to him. Of course once in a while you like to tease him by grinding against him, earning a soft moan from him.

Ever since you quitted your job, you friends have been questioning you about how you're still able to afford going shopping and going home with bags of branded items, eating at the finest restaurants and even getting your nails done every week. Well, you decided to answer their questions by posting photos that you took with Luca, he did propose this idea after all. I mean, you were winning in life, Luca's good looking and successful, and not to mention how well he treats you. What's there not to love~

#nijisanji en #luxiem #luca kaneshiro #luxiem x reader #luxiem x you #luxiem fluff #luxiem smut #luca kaneshiro x reader #luca kaneshiro x you

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storiesbyrhi · 2 years

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Vintage Reeboks - Chapter 7: A Hellfire Homecoming

Eddie Munson x Reader More Eddie fics here

6594 word count

Warnings: Grief; mentions of parental abuse; very mild smut; drug use

Synopsis: The gate at the bottom of Lover’s Lake was meant to spit the quartet out in the Upside Down. Steve, Nancy, and Robin were meant to be there. He wasn’t meant to be alone. But when Eddie comes to on the shoreline, you’re there. It’s not the Upside Down. It’s not Lover’s Lake. It’s not 1986.

Previous Chapters: 1 - Lover’s Lake; 2 – Hey, Siri; 3 - World Wide Web; 4 - Cemetery Drive; 5 - Red Bull; 6 - Operation '86

Chapter Synopsis: All good things must come to an end.

Author's Note: A thankyou to @brighteyedbushybrowed for letting me steal her ‘Eddie plays The Sims’ idea. There’s a long End Note, but it’s the final chapter, so I’ve gotta say my goodbyes. Alright… Here. We. Go. Here we fucking go.

“I’m no hero,” Eddie had said. “I’m more of a liability than anything else. I can’t go back.”

It hurt you. It felt like being gut punched. But there was nothing you could say. A minute ago, he was laughing, chasing you across the pool house until he had you pinned, ticked and kissed. Then, he was all wet eyes and a bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

“I don’t wanna make this about me,” you whispered, reaching out and folding a loose piece of hair behind his ear. If you couldn’t reason him into a better mood, you could love him into one. “But I’m kinda stoked to keep you for a little while longer.”

Eddie was a proud man, but fuck – all it took was a pretty girl flirting just a tiny bit and he was a goner. He smiled widely and mustered the energy to pounce on you again, sandwiching you between him and the bed.

You let him settle between your legs, which you wrapped around his waist. As his weight came to rest on his elbows, either side of you, he tangled his fingers in your hair.

“Why?” he asked, the word revealing vulnerability.

Holding back the urge to tease him for wanting glycerin sweet praise, you told him the truth. “This… this thing keeps happening with you. Things that never felt right before do now. It’s just, I don’t know, easy? It’s easy being around you. Which is weird, right? We’re from literally different worlds but-”

You paused to look up at him and almost choked on his expression. He was so intense. So full of emotion and history and brutally magic energy.

“But?” he prompted.

“But it feels like I’ve always known you. Or should have known you. Like… We fit together? And, and, even this. Telling you this. I’d never say shit like this out loud to someone. It’s so fucking cheesy. Dumb. And terrifying.” You sighed; you were all in now and there was no going back. “I can hold your hand and walk with your arm around me and pee without freaking out that you can hear me and I don’t worry about what I look like in the morning or if I smell good or how long my leg hair is and it’s just… I didn’t know. I didn’t know it could be like this.”

Luckily for Eddie, he was a fast talker himself. It meant he could understand the words as they spilled from your mouth so quickly you wondered if the syllables were tripping over each other. When he was sure you weren’t going to say anything else, signified by you looking at him with desperate expectation on your face, he leaned down and gently kissed the tip of your nose.

Eddie pressed his forehead to yours, nodding a little. He needed a second to gather himself and to push back the tears that were on the cusp of forming. With his jaw clenched tightly shut, he closed his eyes.

Your palms were pressed flat against his chest, but as you waited for him to react, you balled his shirt up in your hands.

“I… I’ve always had a pretty open mind, ya know? But there’s shit I’ve believed my whole life. Would have taken to the grave as, uh, I don’t know, gospel. Like how bullshit it is when people say everything happens for a reason,” he said.

Eddie opened his eyes to find yours closed. He kissed your cheek, the other, then rested his chin on your shoulder. He was still on top of you, still pinning you down with an arm on either side. Your legs had gone limp, falling from his waist to rest around him.

Eddie continued, “But this has fucked with that. I know what you mean when you… when you say all of that. I get it. I feel it. And it’s… It’s just too big of a coincidence. You in Lover’s Lake at just the right time? And you being Gareth’s family? What the fuck, man. It’s… It’s something. Has to be,”

“I don’t know why I moved here with Mum; I could have stayed in Philly. Maybe…”

“Not maybe,” Eddie corrected. You opened your eyes and looked at him. He was sure now. He was on a roll. “Definitely. And bringing me home with you. Which was fucking dumb, babe. What were you thinking? You’re so much smarter than that. But you did it,”

“I don’t… I don’t know why. I just… believed you?”

Eddie nodded then grinned. “So maybe I was meant to be here.”

He thought of Wayne and felt a lightning bolt of guilt strike through him. Eddie let himself feel it, the betrayal moving through his body and finding home somewhere in his mind. It was okay, he thought. If he were back in 1986, Eddie would have tried to graduate. Tried to turn his life into something. But there was no guarantee he would have done better by Wayne anyway. And if he was thinking in maybes and possibilities, Wayne could have still died within a few short years. Eddie could live with the guilt and grief; he would use it as a reminder of how much he loved Wayne.

“I don’t mind when you touch my tummy,” you said, your voice small but poised.

“Huh?”

“I’m not self-conscious about it.”

You looked at Eddie and he looked at you. When he grinned widely, his canine teeth pointed like little vampire fangs, you realised you’d made a mistake. He was ducking down before you could stop him, wrapping his arms around your body and pushing his head under your t-shirt. His lips were on your warm skin, switching between blowing raspberries like you were a baby, and kissing and nipping.

“Why would you be self-conscious about this soft, beautiful belly?” he mumbled into your skin, making you squirm.

Eddie’s hair tickled and you were on fire with delight. “Okay! Okay, I get it. Stop!” you squealed, subsequently disappointed when Eddie froze immediately.

“Stop as in ‘stop’ or stop as in ‘I want to pretend I’m not into it but I am’,” Eddie asked, still under your t-shirt, his breath against your body. You hummed, amused he could see right through you. He lifted his head out and looked at you, raising an eyebrow.

When you shrugged non-committedly, he grinned. “Stop doesn’t mean stop. Red means stops. Green means go,” he told you.

“Had that prepared?”

“You don’t know the traffic light system? Maybe it’s not a thing anymore,” Eddie wondered. “It works,”

“What about orange?” you asked.

“I don’t know. What do you want it to mean?”

Thinking for a second, you replied, “Good, but slow down. Or, change… a bit.” It was a vague answer that definitely relied on the context of the images in your mind, but you knew Eddie would get it. He did. Of course, he beamed with the knowledge you were thinking of him and sex... again.

“Sounds good to me,” he said. “Now if you don’t mind, I’ve actually got a hot date with this belly. You might know her. She’s real fucking cute.” And he was back under your shirt, his hands wandering off to find other places across your body to explore.

That is how you spent the fifth night of Eddie being in 2022, lost in your bubble for two, switching between cuddling and smoking, sex and The Sims. You were directed by traffic light colours and a mutual understanding that maybe, probably, surely you belonged together.

…

“Munson… Yeah, I’ll hold…”

Eddie paced the entire length of the pool house while you sat on the edge of the bed, phone to ear.

“Yep… Oh… Do you know which one? … State. Okay… No, that’s okay. Thanks for trying… Yep. Thanks. You too.”

The moment you hung up Eddie stopped and looked over, asking, “He’s still in State?”

“Uh, no. He died there, a while ago,” you said, heavy with the knowledge you were delivering more bad news. “They didn’t know anything about your mum.”

The morning had been spent firstly, trying to track Wayne’s movements from Hawkins to Lindon, coming through with a good result.

He worked at a plant out there, like he had in Hawkins. The manager was young, wouldn’t have known him, but had read the hardcopy file to Eddie over the phone once he’d found it in the office archives. The manager had done Eddie a huge kindness, and told him that Wayne seemed like a good man, winning employee of the month and earning a promotion.

The person that owned the apartment building Wayne moved to, inheriting it from her parents, remembered him. “Yeah, I think I know who you’re talking about… I was just a kid though. Reckon he moved over from Hawkins. Helped my dad with a couple of our trucks. Don’t think I can be much help though?”

She told you that when residents passed away with no family to claim ownership of their belongings, they were sold off or donated.

“Do you know how he died?” you asked her.

“Ah, shit, let me think… Munson. Munson… Must have been a heart attack or something. Happened here. We had to tell people whenever we rented out that apartment.”

There it was. Eddie knew where Wayne had gone, that he had work friends, stayed kind despite his loss, and had passed away in the comfort of his own home. It wasn’t the life he would have wanted for his uncle, but knowing what happened was the first step to accepting it. The first step in accepting he wasn’t going to see him ever again.

The second task of the morning was tracking down Eddie’s parents. In 1986 his father was in Indiana State Prison, and as you had just discovered, had “…died there, a while ago. They didn’t know anything about your mum.”

“That makes two of us,” Eddie replied, his mind thrown back to being a child, the almost entirely faded memories of his mother. “Guess that’s it,” he added, sighing and sitting next to you.

You were a second away from suggesting that Dustin could probably find out more information or he could ask Suzie to do some lowkey hacking, something she only got better at with age when there was a small knock on the door.

“Come in,” you called, looking up to see your uncle come through the door. His hands were in his pockets and he looked nervous. Eddie stood immediately.

“Hey, man,” Eddie said gently, stepping closer.

Gareth lifted his head by the tiniest amount, but it was enough to indicate a green light. Eddie embraced his friend, holding on tight.

“I’m sorry,” Gareth squeaked. “We looked for you. We went every weekend with Wayne. We-”

“S’okay. It’s okay, man. You weren’t gonna find me. It’s alright.”

It hadn’t really hit you until that point, that Eddie had really truly time traveled. You knew, yeah. You were trying to solve it, yeah. But it wasn’t until you saw your uncle speak of a bygone era simultaneous to Eddie speaking of now that it really hit you.

You sat quietly on the bed while they hugged it out. When they finally did let each other go, Eddie took Gareth’s head in his hands.

“Dude… You got old,” he said, making Gareth laugh in a way you had never heard.

“Fuck… This is… pretty metal of you?” Gareth replied, grinning.

“If everyone’s okay, I have so many questions,” you chimed in, standing and taking stock of one of the weirdest moments of your life.

Gareth sat on the sofa next to Eddie, absolutely beaming. The conversation was rich with history, with both Eddie and Gareth willing to tell you any story you asked for. Eventually, though, the mood grew heavier and Gareth started to pick at his fingernails.

“See you never kicked the habit,” Eddie commented on it.

“Guess not…” he replied. Gareth hesitated then, and you watched your uncle stand. “I, ah… If you’re staying, I have some stuff you might want. Surprised you haven’t found it by now, actually,” he said pointing at you.

As he went to the storage space, pushing past the box marked ‘winter,’ you made a face at Eddie.

“I’d never go through your stuff,” you told your uncle.

“That why the D20 is on your shelf?” he quipped.

“Thought it looked familiar,” Eddie mused as he went to pick it up.

Gareth moved a box out into the pool house, one without a label. He started to unpack it as he spoke. “Before Wayne moved, said we could come and take anything from your room. To remind us of you, you know? Think Dustin got there before we did. And I know Wayne took your acoustic guitar. But, ah, Jeff took… What did you call the Warlock?”

“Sweetheart?!” Eddie said.

You raised an eyebrow. Eddie had given you the same pet name as his guitar? That tracked.

Gareth snorted. “Yeah. He’s still got it. Probably could get it back.” He paused, looked up at Eddie and narrowed his eyes. “You’d have to tell him you’re… here…”

“Might be a problem,” Eddie said.

“Might be. Might not,” Gareth replied with a shrug. You had just never seen your uncle so… at ease. He kept smiling, talking, unpacking. “You should see what Dustin still has. He looked for all your DM stuff-”

“DM?” you asked.

“Dungeon Master,” Eddie and Gareth said at the same time.

“Right,”

“So, yeah… This is what… what I took.”

Eddie looked at the collection of items Gareth had laid out on your bed.

A journal filled with lyrics and music for Corroded Coffin. Eddie picked it up, fascinated at how aged it was compared to when he last had touched it. He opened it at the middle, buried his face in it, and smelt the pages.

An Anthrax band shirt that Eddie would lend to Gareth sometimes, just because he knew Gareth loved them and his parents, your grandparents, would hardly let him buy clothes he actually liked.

“I’m glad you got this,” Eddie said, looking over at Gareth. Although Gareth had taken it, he had never worn it again. Mostly, he just held it close to him and sobbed, grieving his best friend.

Lastly, there was an ugly metal lunchbox that made you pull a face. “What is that?”

Eddie grinned. “You know how I run a business?”

“You sold bad weed to high schoolers. And you’d give anyone that was nice to you a discount,” Gareth said before you had a chance to answer. You laughed.

Eddie playfully pushed at Gareth, which was a weird thing to watch.

“This was my, ah… briefcase,” Eddie told you as he opened up and inspected the contents. They’d been left as they were in 1986.

“Wait. You’d just carry a lunchbox full of drugs around school? Jesus. Times have changed,”

“You have no idea,” Gareth agreed nodding at you.

“Who took my vinyl?” Eddie asked then.

“Wayne. I think…” Gareth hesitated, thinking about if what he was going to say was necessary or if it would just cause his friend more pain. “I think he took anything that would help him feel like you were still around. The music helped. He always had them playing when we went over,”

“You went over a lot?”

“Yeah. We’d meet him there before we went searching. We’d take it in turns to just go see him. Jeff’s mum cooked meals for us to take to him. We tried to look after him.”

You stayed quiet, watched Eddie for a reaction. He put the lunchbox down with the other relics of a life that seemed so far away. He looked at his friend. “Fuck. Maybe I should try to go back?”

Gareth had his arms crossed over his front and he looked from Eddie to you, to the ground. He shrugged and shook his head.

“I didn’t mean to fuck you up,” Eddie told him then. “Everything has happened so fuckin’ fast, man. It was literally just last week we were rolling for initiative. Dreaming of the Garden. And now… Now you’re all fucking adults… But, you gotta believe me, Gee. I didn’t mean to fuck you up,”

“I know. It’s not your fault,” Gareth said, patting Eddie on the back with some weird uncle energy before taking a seat on the sofa again.

That was the moment. That was the moment Gareth knew if he was ever gonna tell Eddie the truth, it had to be then. You knew what he was thinking. The way your uncle’s knee started to bounce and his eyes flicked to you, a sadness in his expression. You nodded once.

“There’s something else I gotta tell you. About ’86,” he started.

Eddie chuckled. “You’re not gonna tell me you were in love with me too?”

Gareth’s eyes went wide and he was stunned into silence.

“What?” you asked Eddie. “Who else was in love with you?”

“To be fair to Harrington,” Eddie began, reveling in the memory of Steve admitting to it. “He wasn’t in love with me. He, you know, cited me as his ‘bisexual awakening’ or something.” Eddie used air quotes, not entirely sure what a bisexual awakening was but was smart enough to figure it out.

“No way,” you said with a grin. “I thought he was like, super popular ladies’ man then?”

“Oh, he was,” Eddie confirmed. “Only took him a couple hours with me to see a whole new world though.” Eddie was very, very proud of himself. “Wait.” And there was the realisation. “Oh.” He looked back to Gareth.

“Yeah. Look, don’t let it go to your head. You were just the first person that was nice to me, you know?”

“Sure, sure. I get it. ’86 and I was starving for some love. Just took time travel to have everyone tell me how incredibly good looking and funny I am,”

“Absolutely nobody said that,” you told him. Gareth laughed.

“It’s the subtext,” Eddie replied. He smiled gently at Gareth. “Seriously though, man. I’m sorry… for it all. Your parents and Hawkins and… it all.”

Gareth just shook his head and stood, making that very specific noise adults do whenever they sit down or stand up. They hugged it out again.

“Well… better leave you… kids to it,” he said.

“Wow,” Eddie whispered under his breath; all his friends were old now.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.” And with that, Gareth left the pool house and went back inside. He got a beer from the fridge, sat down in front of the television, and put Tenacious D and the Pick of Destiny on. He looked at his phone sitting on the coffee table, considered it, then made a decision.

…

“I don’t know what it means, but those don’t feel like mine,” Eddie confessed.

You’d been reading the journal while he cooked toast for breakfast. When he brought over yours, you smiled up at him, but the smile he gave you back wasn’t quite right.

“I’ve been thinking about what I said last night,” you remarked, trying to sound casual. “About not being a hero,”

“Yeah?”

Eddie came and sat next to you on the bed, side by side with backs to the headboard and legs stretched out in front of you.

“And what Uncle G said, about possibly fucking it all up. What if this is the heroic thing to do? Staying here, I mean. You’re giving up… everything,” you propose, motioning to the journal, shirt, and lunchbox.

“Doesn’t feel heroic to leave Wayne like that,” Eddie mumbled around his mouthful of toast. “Doesn’t matter how we frame it… Don’t think I have much of a choice, but even if somehow one of the fuckin’ Hawkins Sherlocks figures it out, I can’t do it.”

Eddie stared off into the distance with such intensity that he suddenly seemed much older than he was. You watched his stillness, wondered what was happening in his head.

The night before, when you realised Eddie was giving up on a 1986 homecoming, you had naively tried to encourage him, not to push him in either direction necessarily, but to make sure he wasn’t cutting off options before he needed to. You’d said he could go back, be a hero. You realised though, in the illuminating morning light, that it was a cruel thing to put into his head. Desperately, you wanted to unsay it.

“I’m sorry, Eddie.”

When he didn’t move, didn’t reply, you thought maybe he hadn’t heard you. It took a few beats, but he looked over at you. A took a deep breath in, out, and looked down at his toast.

“It’s not all bad,” he mused. “More food options. Then there’s… you-”

“Me?” you whispered after a fake gasp.

“Big fan. Huge,”

“Well, apparently liking you is literally in my blood, so, you know, the feeling is mutual.”

Eddie smiled. “Didn’t have The Sims in ’86 either,” he added, and like he had reminded himself of it, he put his toast on the bedside table and picked up your laptop off the ground. He resumed the game he’d begun the night before, quickly so lost in his new world that you figured it was a good time to do the things you’d been putting off.

Laundry. The small but growing stack of dishes. And an important phone call to your boss. You wouldn’t be making it into work… like, ever again.

Eddie was as good of a sign as any that life was short and fleeting and full of horror and wonder and maybe you shouldn’t spend yours working a job you hated. Come to think of it, Eddie was a giant fucking green flag that change could be good and right and needed. Big change.

…

Eddie was behind the wheel, a fake driver’s license in his pocket under the name Edward Wells.

“What, didn’t want me to be part of the family?” Eddie had joked to Dustin, who had easily created an entirely new identity for Eddie.

“We’re trying to give you a low profile. Hendersons are not low profile. Besides, Wells! Get it? Because… H. G… Wells…”

“Yeah, I get it, man.”

That was two weeks prior. Since then, you’d packed up your pool house life into only a few boxes. The main house had taken longer, but not by much. Gareth wanted to leave a lot behind, pushing box after box into one of the empty rooms, a sign on the door reading ‘donate.’

The moving truck was loaded and left, followed by your mum and uncle. They would be making a detour back to Pennsylvania before starting their cross-country journey.

You wandered back through the house for the last time, finding Eddie standing outside the pool house, looking up at the sky. “Ready?” you asked him.

He opened his arms and pulled you into a tight hug as soon as you were close enough for him to get his hands on. “I don’t ever want to come back here,” he said. You nodded. “Seriously.” When you just nodded again, he said your name.

“I get it. We won’t. There’s nothing here for any of us,” you assured him.

You locked all the doors and left the keys in the mailbox for the estate agent. After rock-paper-scissors to decide on the driver, you took shotgun and connected your phone’s Bluetooth. Soon, Hawkins became a small town in your rearview mirror and Indiana became a state you’d never venture back to.

By midday, you’d made it to Chicago, a city Eddie said he’d always loved. There was time for lunch and a quick stop in at Bucket O’ Blood before setting off again. The sun was setting as Eddie drove, one hand on the wheel, the other reached over to sit on your thigh.

“It will be dark by the time we get to Minneapolis,” he said, glancing at the clock on the car dashboard. “You should check the map again. Make sure you know where we’re going,”

“Google Maps,” you replied, shaking your phone at him.

Eddie was adapting fast to 2022 technology, but things would still slip through. He imagined flipping through pages of maps, the interior light of his van doing little for the readability of them. He remembered driving around until he found a pay phone, calling with a ‘gimme those directions again?’

“Right, yeah. Hey, when do I get one of those?”

“Dustin says when we get there, he’ll set it all up for us,” you told him.

“Wifi,” Eddie mused, excited at joining the world of online gaming.

Minneapolis came into view around 8:30 pm, leaving time for a faster dinner and cheap hotel check-in. You were both tired from the day of loading the moving truck and driving. There was enough energy to shower, call your mum, and steal some lazy kisses.

Sleep came easy to both you and Eddie; no Ambien required.

The next day was long and quiet. Setting off early, the sun only beating you to wakefulness by half an hour, you took turns driving for twelve or so hours. The breaks were short and fast, and the conversations came in waves.

It was easy to sit beside Eddie, listening to music, watching out the window at the changing landscapes. Through Minnesota, North Dakota, and halfway through Montana, it was peaceful. Another dinner of fast food and another night of scratchy hotel sheets.

“You know, this is giving me a lot of fuel for my-” and Eddie held his hands up and waved them through the air, “Rockstar tours America daydreams.”

He was standing on the bed in only his underwear as you came out from the bathroom. You looked up at him. “Is that what you’re doing… on the bed?” you asked, trying to hide how charming you thought it was.

“Gotta use the imagination until I can get a real guitar again,” he explained, dropping to the mattress on his knees, playing air guitar with sounds and all.

“Billings, Montana. Corroded Coffin headliner gig. And I get front row seats?”

“I mean… You could probably get a backstage pass with that outfit,” Eddie replied, his smirk a dead giveaway of what he was thinking.

You looked down at the plush white hotel towel wrapped around your body. “Really?” you whispered in a tone that Eddie immediately clocked as mischievous. Playful. Responsive. Hot. “Like, access all areas? ‘Cause that would be ah-may-zing. They’re like, my favourite band, you know?”

Eddie moved off the bed and came to stand in front of you. He easily fell into one of his preferred stances, his arms outstretched and resting on your shoulders.

“If you’re real good, I could introduce you to their lead guitarists,” he whispered, to which you did your best little fake gasp. He grinned. “Yeah, and you know what, sweetheart, you’re just his type.”

It started as a joke, but Eddie was too into it for you to let it slide. You fluttered your lashes and played groupie and fed his ego like nothing had before.

The next morning, starting on the road again as the sun rose, you regretted not getting a little more sleep, but Eddie was Mister Fucking Sunshine. A man restored.

Beyond Montana, straight through the north of Idaho, and across Washington’s state lines, it was another too-long day of driving. You played the most chill music you thought Eddie would accept, and tried to not nap while he drove because you knew he’d keep himself awake for you.

It was close to 11:00 pm when you hauled yourselves up the flight of stairs to your new place, nestled in the suburbs of Seattle. It was entirely empty, cold, and quiet. You unpacked all remaining road trip snacks as Eddie blew up the air mattress under your direction. Trail mix, a couple of bananas, and cans of room temperature Coke later, you were spooned together, passing out without even an uttered goodnight.

…

“Are they going to stay living together?” Dustin asked as he looked for the box in the shed out the back of his house, his sixteen-year-old son, Will, helping but still throwing confused and suspicious looks over at you and Eddie.

Will was used to his parents being weird… vague… mysterious. He was used to the ‘it’s for your own good’ talk. Still, there was something especially weird slash vague slash mysterious about the new friends of his dad.

“For now, yeah. They co-signed a lease. It’s just a bit south of Seattle,” you answered. “Mum probably needs more time, after Dad, you know? But I think I saw Uncle G get a Tinder notification the other day so honestly, I don’t know,”

“Good for him. And, ah, I never got to say it, but I’m sorry about your dad. I didn’t know him, but I remember when your mum left Hawkins. Gareth said he was a good guy, so…” Dustin was a bit awkward with his condolences, but you appreciated it nonetheless.

“He was. Thanks,”

“And your place? Closer to the city, right?”

“Yeah,” Eddie replied when you looked to him to answer. “Tiny apartment above a Chinese place.”

The online ad hadn’t specified that part, but when you and Eddie got there and it smelt like honey and sesame oil, you had both thought it was perfect.

It had taken a couple of weeks to furnish, finding cheap secondhand stuff online and visiting Ikea twice. Overall, Eddie hated Ikea but was amused at the tiny little houses built within. In lieu of new, Eddie found things behind warehouses and on the side of roads. You didn’t know exactly how he did it but figured the universe owed him a little good luck.

“So, when’s the party then?” Will asked, venturing into the conversation for the first time.

“Party?”

“You guys are going to have a housewarming, right?” Dustin clarified for his son.

“Dude, it’s a tiny apartment. Paper thin walls. We don’t wanna get kicked out in our first month of being here,” Eddie told him, shaking his head.

“You used to be fun, man,” Dustin replied. “Here it is! Good thing Gareth said anything. I really had forgotten about it,”

“Should I take offense to that?” Eddie teased.

Dustin huffed a little and looked over at his son. “I’ve actually had a bit going on, for your information.”

As Gareth had thought, Dustin had indeed kept Eddie’s D&D journals and books. He had all Eddie’s dice and figurines, and some of the magazines and novels that influenced Hellfire campaigns.

Eddie took back ownership of it, like he had Gareth’s mementos. Regardless of how he felt about them then, maybe he’d reconnect to it all at some point. At the very least, it made Eddie feel like he really existed; he had history and didn’t drop into 2022 a blank slate.

You and Eddie stayed for dinner, met Suzie and the kids; Will was the eldest and the youngest had just turned eleven. Their house was huge and full of noise, animals, and computers.

When you had decided to propose a change to your family, to ask Eddie to stay with you, start something, Seattle seemed the obvious choice. Dustin lived in the suburbs of the seaport city, as did Lucas, a little further out. It had been a coincidence the two of them had ended up so close, but you were beginning to believe less in coincidences and more in fate.

On the drive back to your apartment, Eddie was quiet in the passenger seat.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

He chuckled a little. “This is… insane. All of this.”

You thought on it, although you didn’t need time to agree. Only a few months prior, you were coasting through life, disengaged and bored to the point it was becoming dangerously pathological. You were swimming in lakes in the middle of the night and smoking alone in your bed. And then, Eddie.

Time travel and monsters and heroes and kids growing up far too quickly. But, still, Eddie.

“I love you,” you told him. It was the only thing that came close to summarising everything you thought and felt.

The car rolled to a stop sign. Eddie looked at you.

“You know, I had a whole plan for this moment. The first ‘I love yous.’ You’re stealing my thunder, babe,” he said with his trademark grin.

“Oh, sorry. I’ll take it back. My feelings about you are mild at best,”

“I know you’re joking but somehow that still hurt to hear,” he whispered. A car pulled up behind you and their horn tore your gaze away from Eddie and back to the road. “For the record, I love you too,”

“Can you still do your plan? Whatever it was. Please?”

“Maybe. If you’re good,” he told you.

Always. You’d always be good to him, for him, whatever, as long as it was him.

…

Eddie looked at the table, adjusting things yet again. From the kitchen, you watched him fuss over details you didn’t understand. He was nervous. Arguably, the most nervous you’d ever seen him, and given the situations you’d been with him in, that meant a lot.

You said nothing, though, letting him go through whatever creative process was happening. If he was actually on the verge of an anxiety attack, you’d step in. That’s not what it was; he just wanted everything to be perfect.

After the snacks were prepared, the Knight in Shining Armour playlist was on, and incense was burning, you got changed into an outfit you knew would distract Eddie as soon as you walked into the room.

When he saw you, he narrowed his eyes. “You’re wearing that on purpose,” he rightfully accused.

“As opposed to accidentally wearing it?” you replied, claiming innocence.

He left his table set up to cross the room, slipping his arms around you and putting his head on top of yours.

“You good?” you asked.

He hummed a sound of affirmation before moving to look at you. He took your face in his hands and kissed you gently. “I love you,” he said. He had said it a hundred times before but each time, you still felt that same sense of awe and comfort that someone like him could love someone like you.

“I love you too. Even if I keep tripping over all your lapping stuff,” you replied with a smile.

“LARP! Not lap. You say it wrong on purpose, don’t you?!”

You absolutely loved Eddie’s geeky outraged voice; it was high-pitched and whiney and a little self-righteous.

“Jeez, Eddie. Wearing a dress on purpose. Lapping on purpose. Soon you’ll tell me I’m saying Dragons and Dungeons wrong on purpose!” He dropped his hands from your face and his expression went blank. You snorted and left him to be supremely annoyed and in love. “Seriously though, I did almost stack it. Can you ask Dustin to keep your stuff with his? He has a whole house!”

Half an hour later, it was time. Eddie kept checking his watch and glancing nervously at the door. You’d convinced him to share a joint out on the fire escape, but there were some emotions that couldn’t be dampened by Seattle grass.

The first person to arrive was Dustin, unsurprisingly. He’d brought a tray of cookies his kids made - “They’re meant to look like swords,” - and Will, who was still suspicious of you and Eddie but didn’t want to miss out on this.

Erica was next, offering wine and respite from the LARPing conversation. Then, Robin and Steve. They had flown in from San Fran, checking into an Airbnb and ready to spend some time with their friends that didn’t involve trying to save the world. Lucas brought the same wine as Erica, and they fought over who stole whose idea. Max couldn’t make it but promised to visit with Nancy for Bumbershoot. Last to arrive was Gareth, who proudly introduced his new boyfriend, Sam, to everyone.

When everyone was seated at the table, which was technically multiple square card tables pushed together in your small apartment, Eddie stood, clearing his throat.

“Uh… Fuck…” He was tearing up before he even started. “Thanks. For coming. And, for… everything. This is weird… But I’m glad I’m here and I’m glad you’re all here. I love you guys... Oh, and to the fresh meat…” With the glass in his hand, he toasted to Will, Sam, Steve, Robin, then you, offering you a bonus wink. “Welcome to Hellfire.”

A campaign began, wine and beer and Dr Pepper were drunk, and snacks and ordered pizza were eaten. You danced with Robin and looked at pictures of Steve’s kids from their most recent Pride festival. Eddie grilled Sam, making sure he was good enough for his best friend, and then gave Will his own mini D&D lesson, like he hadn’t been raised by Dustin Henderson. You made plans with Erica to go homewares shopping and watched as Eddie, Dustin, and Lucas argued about things that happened thirty-six years ago.

As the night came to a close, people began to make their way out, still hugging Eddie like he was going to disappear on them again, and hugging you like you’d done something bigger than take home a broken bird. As each person left, Eddie proudly handed them the party favours you’d spent a fair chunk of money on getting made. Everyone, especially Will and even Steve, was thrilled to receive their own Hellfire Club t-shirt that matched the iconic one Eddie still wore.

Dustin was the last to leave, and as he walked back to his car, his eldest son turned to him and asked, “Did he… time travel here?”

Once the apartment was empty again, just you and Eddie left, you looked around at the mess. Eddie was doing the same. When you made eye contact you both spoke simultaneously. “Tomorrow?”

Within ten minutes, you were under the covers of your bed, wrapped up in each other. You’d changed the playlist to Songs I Need Eddie 2 Love. I Will Follow You into the Dark sounded out as you settled in.

The room was dark, with heavy curtains blocking out both noise and light. As you listened to Eddie’s breathing even out the closer he got to sleep, you felt the question pop into your head like it did every night. Usually, you’d ignore it, push it away and casually gaslight yourself into thinking you were being 'crazy.' But, wasn’t it the start of your new life.

Hadn’t you traveled across the country in search of friends and family and home? Hadn’t you saved a boy from drowning and fallen in love? Hadn’t you put your faith into something close to fate?

“Eddie… If… If tomorrow Dustin said he figured it out. And you could go back and it wouldn’t fuck things up. Another timeline, or whatever… Would-”

“Not without you.” His answer came immediately and with a definitiveness that sounded like ‘I love you.'

“I’d go with you,” you told him.

“And I’d stay with you.”

No matter the place, no matter the time, you and Eddie were meant to be together. Never mind that Eddie was born in 1965 and you were a girl of the twenty-first century. Together, you were bigger than that. You were beyond science and the supernatural. You were kismet, timeless, and every-fucking-lasting.

End Note: 1) The first ‘I love you’ can be whatever you want it to be. I was going to write a big romantic scene but I realised their love is not like that. It was immediate and fated, yeah, but it’s in the everyday. It’s in the shared blankets and paprika and cinnamon and softness. I’ve got my own little headcanon about Eddie’s plans, but I wanted to leave it open for you to imagine your own version too.

2) There are some other details I purposefully left out. Like… For the characters with kids, how many do they have? When did they have them? If Dustin’s oldest is sixteen, he was 35 when he and Suzie had the first kid; why did they wait? Did the others wait, or are their kids older? What was it like for Robin and Steve when they first moved out to San Fran together? Does Robin have a wife? (Yes.) What does Max do that sends her traveling so much? And the others – what are their jobs? What kind of 2022 job would Eddie get in Seattle? I have my own answers, but I want you to have yours too.

3) Well. That’s all, friends. It’s the longest fic I have written and I’m pretty proud. It’s not perfect, but it’s mostly cohesive and it unfolded as I planned. To everyone who left kudos/like and who bookmarked/subscribed/joined the taglist – thank you. To the people who left comments, especially those super long ones, you’re amazing and I love you. And if you reblogged the fic or sent it to a friend, you’re the MVPs here. Thank you for reading my little daydream-turned-story and for interacting with my writing. Please, continue to support your content creators.

4) Find me on AO3 here and Instagram here (where I’m curating an Eddie zine that’s gonna be raaaddd).

All my lalalove, Rhi.

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corporatefrog · 1 year

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╭₊˚ ๑︰Caught Red Handed๑ ꒱

✧.* featuring: yn's new vigilante hobby being discovered by her roomamtes, Tweek and Craig ✧.* tags: college au, comedy, established relationship (tweek x craig) ✧.* Characters: tweek tweek, craig tucker

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Darkness blanketed the street. Streetlamps cut through the thick black with knives of yellow light, carving out oases of gold in the stretches of nothingness. These oases stood as protection against the monsters which lurked in the shadows between. But the nothingness is where I thrived.

I sprinted down the street, curving my body around the light to remain concealed in shadow. Glancing down at my watch, I cursed at the time. 1:39. I had planned to return home by midnight but two Raisins girls were being harassed on their way home by a pushy customer. I’d stepped in and escorted them home which would’ve been the normal night routine. However, they lived on the other side of town and traversing South Park was a lot more difficult when you only walked the alleys and dark corners.

Not that I regretted helping those girls. I started doing vigilante work because someone needed to stand up for the people of South Park. After Mysterion disappeared a few weeks ago, that role stood to be filled.

I hadn’t told anyone about this nighttime hobby, not wanting to hear the typical excuses of people being worried I’d hurt myself or how dangerous South Park can be. Of course I knew how dangerous it was! That’s why I’d started patrolling the streets each night and making sure the consistent trouble makers knew this wasn’t their playground anymore.

Upon reaching my house, I slipped the spare key from under the doormat and quietly pushed my way inside. The house mirrored the darkness of the outdoors. Faint streetlight poured through the windows, illuminating the beginning of the staircase and the small table sat beside it but not much more.

Pictures on the small table were barely visible in the low light. Images of me sitting with my roommates in the empty living room with half eaten pizza on the ground as we celebrated moving in together and my two roommates on various dates covered the table. Our own personal alter to each other and the time we’ve spent together.

The house was dead silent save for the sound of me closing the door. The benefit of coming back so late did mean that my roommates were usually asleep. Letting out a sigh of relief, I began to make my way towards the stairs.

Home safe. Time to relax. I thought, imagining the comfort of my bed with a smile.

My dreams were cut off as a light turned on in the living room. I spun towards the source, fists automatically coming up to defend against the unknown attacker. However, no attack came. I lowered my fists to see my two roommates staring at me from across the room. In an armchair sat Tweek, hands gripping his knees with such an intensity that his knuckles turned white. His face was set in a serious expression which threw me off much more than a frown coming from the perpetual pessimist.

Behind the chair stood Craig, the one person who I really didn’t want to find out about my new hobby. Sure, Tweek would freak out and assume I’d be crushed by a falling piano whenever I left the house but that was just Tweek being himself. He was prone to think the worst. Craig, on the other hand, looked at you with such an intense judgment that you felt your guts twisting into knots just waiting for him to voice whatever criticism was cooking in his brain.

“Where were you.” Craig said, not moving from his position behind the chair.

“I- uh…” I pursed my lips, searching my brain for the best excuse to explain why I was home so late while wearing an elaborate costume, “I was at Stans playing DnD. Tonight was dress like your character night, which is why I, ya know…” I gestured to my outfit, not trusting my words to pull me out of this very incriminating hole.

Craig bit back instantly, “Stan doesn’t have DnD nights on Thursdays. He plays Katan on Thursdays with Kyle and Tolkien every week.”

Fuck.

“I knew it! You’re trying to be Mysterion!” Tweek shouted, pointing a finger towards me, “I knew you were running around acting like some superhero when we’ve told you how dangerous it is! You literally watched Mysterion get wacked through the air by Slenderman and you’re STILL doing this?!” He began to ramble, hands threading through his hair and tugging at the strands with each exclamation, “You don’t even know how bad it gets around here! There is shit out there you haven’t even seen! Do you even know what BearPigMan- PigBearMan- AH I CAN’T EVEN REMEMBER HOW TERRIBLE IT IS-”

“NUH UH!” I shouted back, balling my hands into fists at my side, “I know exactly what ManBearPig is, Tweek! Stan told me all about it!”

“Stan literally doesn’t know ANYTHING! He’s the reason most of the shit in this town happens!” Tweek’s legs began to jolt with his works, small twitches turning into full body movements as he grew more worked up, “Because then you’re caught up in all the stupid things he does with Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman and whenever you’re around Cartman bad things ALWAYS follow. Do you know what he did to Butters when they were 10-”

Craig placed a hand on his shoulder, cutting off the rant, “I’ve got this, Tweek.”

I braced myself for his glare but Craig’s gaze still knocked me back, his entire being radiating disappointment. It felt like I’d just been caught sneaking back from a party by my parents, a feeling I never thought I’d relive as an adult living with two other adults who were the same age as me.

“I don’t even have to tell you how stupid this all is.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest. I rolled my eyes, mirroring the crossed arms with my own. If he wants to play, I’ll play. I’m not planning to give up my vigilantism anytime soon and he’s going to learn that the hard way.

“Okay, but have you considered that you’re not the boss of me?” I asked, tone daring Craig to step fully into the disappointed dad role he was teetering on the edge of.

“Bro, you’re fucking 20 years old and you just said ‘You’re not the boss of me’.” Craig leveled his gaze, apparently not amused by my nonchalance about the situation.

“Yeah, well…” I searched my mind for a comeback. I’ve always been terrible at snapping back at Craig’s remarks. His blank face and monotone voice threw me off everytime we argued.

I ran through my options in my head. I could stay and talk things through with my roommates, trying to make them understand that I’m an adult too and not the figurative child of their relationship. Granted, calling them my parents everytime we go to a party probably doesn’t help that image.

It was one time and it was a joke.

It was MULTIPLE times and I bought them starbucks the next day with “Dad #1” and “Dad #2” written on the cups.

Okay but they’re my emotional support couple. They remind me love is real.

That’s true. I kind of dug this hole for myself.

Deciding on option 2, I turned away from my roommates and began to stomp my way up the stairs instead of playing into their trap of a conversation.

“YOU CAN’T JUST IGNORE US!” Tweek shouted from the living room.

“WATCH ME!” I shouted back, running into my bedroom and slamming the door behind me. Leaning my back against the door, I let out a sigh. My alarm clock lit up the dark room with red leds reading 2:20 am. Exhaustion overweighed the urge to open the door and face Craig’s disappointment or Tweek’s worry.

Slumping my way through the room, I fell onto my bed and curled up in the first blanket I could grab. I’ll just have to deal with it tomorrow after we’ve all gotten some rest.

Breakfast was going to be awkward.

#tweek and craig disappointed parents core #yn would defintiely just be the third wheel to them all the time #south park #south park x reader #corporatefrog #tweek #craig tucker #creek

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midnightmoonytales · 1 year

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hello!! i hope you’re doing well ☺️ i was wondering if i could request a fic with xavier where the reader is pyrokinetic and maybe the reader accidentally hurts him and freaks and avoids him because they’re scared it’ll happen again. maybe they’re together or not and it leads to a confession? anyway thank you if you get it it, if not don’t worry ❤️

SPARK XAVIOR. T.

First, I want to say thank you, darling, for the request and I hope you're doing spectacular. When it came in, it brought me so much joy! Also- ya girlie here is a Pyromaniac faemself, so this really touches my soul. I hope you enjoy!

Genre: angst to fluff

Warnings: burn to someone else, insecurity, fire. Mentions of smoking, hateful parents.

Y/C/N/N : Your childhood nickname

Ft: Enid Sinclair, Wednesday Addams, Ajax Petropolis

WC: 3k words

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Compared to your peers, you were considered a late bloomer. Your parents started taking you to multiple doctors ranging from other everyday power specialists to hypnotherapists. None seemed to work though. Some even said they never believed you were going to ever obtain your powers. Devastated, your family was in an uproar. How could their precious be so disgustingly normal?

It was until you were ten that your powers started showing. In the most inconvenient place of all, third-period math class. It was quite unfortunate the way everything turned out. You were waiting for your classmate to pass you the spreadsheet that was handed out by your teacher. When you notice your hands growing hot, tingly hot. Thinking nothing of it, you grabbed the form that was being handed to you. When suddenly, the paper was set aflame. Shocked, both you and your classmate backed away from the now burning paper. Panic had set through the classroom when your teacher came and stomped the fire out. Only ashes of burnt paper remain. To say your life at that school went south…well…it would be an understatement. Teachers and parents were complaining that you were a danger to those around you. You were labeled the freak/monster of the school after that. It didn’t take long for the administration to expel you after that.

Your parents were beyond thrilled to learn that your powers were showing, but were quickly disgruntled when they learned you had no control over it. With now being expelled, there was only one school your parents believed you would fit in. Nevermore Academy. At first, it took you a while to adjust to everything. The people you believed in as your friends, turned on you. Were considered a monster, a freak. Gaining the powers you once desired now feels like a burden. Principal Weems had put you into your own dorm for the time being. She even gave you a pair of fire-resistant gloves so you partake in school activities without setting something on fire. Your emotions played a key part in the intensity of your powers. New furniture being moved into your room and the old ones that were charred from your last breakdown, moved out.

You spent months alone until you met Enid Sinclair. A walking bubble of sunshine. At first, you believed that there was nothing you could bond over. Until she opened up about how she was unable to “wolf out.” She was one of two people who were able to get you out of your fiery breakdown. The other one is, Xavier Thorpe. You both met in Botany class, he was doodling away in his sketchbook when he caught you staring. Turning away as soon as you realized he caught you staring. Paying attention back to Ms. Thornhill when a small baby snake slithered onto your side of the desk. Smiling slightly, you lifted it onto your glove-covered hand. Soon after, it turned back to dust.

You continued to take notes when a small piece of paper was placed on to your notebook. Reading, “the name Xavier, what's yours?” Placing the note flat onto your notebook you began to respond. Ever since Thornhill's botany class, it was normal to see Enid, Xavier, you, and his best friend Ajax sitting in the Quad. You were all always seen together before Xavier and Bianca got together. It soon became you and Enid with the occasional Ajax. Bianca not really having a liking for you or your friend group. But, don’t get it twisted, Xavier still always made time for you all. The occasional shed hangout/study sessions where hardly any work would be done, instead the room would be filled with laughter. Or the bi-weekly smoke session that would happen in Ajax's room. Typically it just consisted of you, Xavier, and Ajax as Enid wasn’t the one to participate in that type of stuff. They made Nevermore a little more sufferable.

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Shooting up, pillow in hand, the sound of loud pounding on your door woke you up. Enid's cheery voice came from the other side. Groaning, you shoved your pillow on top of your head, hoping the pillows would be enough to block her out. The rambunctious pounding finally came to an end, allowing you to shut your eyes for a few more minutes. Well, more like two minutes before your covers were ripped straight off of your body. The chilly air cooling you off causing you to jerk up out of bed. Falling face to face with Enid proud smile. Her raven-haired girlfriend standing there next to her, broken bobby pin in hand. “I’m going to personally drag both of you through the gates of hell,” you said, annoyed that you were woken up. Looking over at the clock showing that it was a quarter till 11.

“Sounds exhilarating,” Wednesday said, earning a pillow thrown at her face. Leaving to go sit on the charred bed that was in the corner of your room. You meant to dispose of it after your last breakdown but completely forgot. Too mentally drained to want to do anything afterward. Rubbing your hands across your face, letting the warmth of your palms warm you up. Not that it mattered much, you were like a walking furnace.

“Visitation starts in less than twenty minutes,” Enid started, grabbing items off your floor and placing them into your hamper in the bathroom. Annoyed grunts admitted from you and Wednesday. Glancing at your calendar, you completely forgot about visitation, and for a good reason. Your parents weren’t the nicest, shit they were barely tolerable. Today was the one day of the year you dreaded more than outreach day... “And as your best friend, I know you well enough to know that you need to be awake at least 15 minutes prior to your parent's arrival.” She said as she rummaged through your closet for your uniform.

If you asked Wednesday, maybe you could form an agreement to take each other out. Then neither of you would have to deal with your parents. But then again, you can’t leave Enid to her mother's invasive questions by herself. Cursing under your breath, you excused yourself to the restroom once Enid had found your clothes. You could just sense that today was going to be an outright disaster. But there was no escaping from your parents, they were going to be here all weekend. Trying to take as long as you could, but there was only so much time you could stare at yourself in the mirror before you had to face the inevitable. Grabbing your gloves as you made your way out of the bathroom, securely tightening them.

As you made your way to the quad, you met Ajax and Xavier in the hallway not far from your room. Probably having the same idea as Enid and Wednesday. You and Enid greeted the two boys as Wednesday just gave them a nod and continued walking. As you continued you felt Xavier's hand on the back of your vest, pulling you back towards him. “Are you ready?” he mumered, looking down at you as your face turned stone cold. Reaching his arm around your shoulder, rubbing your arm ever so slightly. He knew you hated this dreadful day, even more than he did.

“I think I would rather face the monster that lurking in those woods, than deal with my parents.” You said, leaning into his touch. Ever since Bianca and him broke up, you both became more touchy towards one another. Just like you were before they had gotten together. More times than not you found yourself waking up with your head on Xavier's lap when you all were having your smoke sessions. As you five entered the Quad, all simultaneously groaned as you searched for your respective families. Xavier left a slight squeeze on your arm before taking off with Ajax to sit with his family. “Well, see you two on the other side.” You mumbled, before heading off to see your parents.

You had only been with your family for about ten minutes before an argument broke out. “How disgraceful, when your sister gained her powers she was able to tame it fairly quickly…seems not to be the case now is it?” your mother said snarkily, her manicured nails digging into your palms as she examined your hands. Scoffing, you pulled your arms from her grasp, rubbing the marks from where her nails were. Your father and mother both made it known how disappointed they were in you, any moment they could.

“If they aren’t teaching you how to control your powers, what on earth are they possibly teaching you,” your father argued, raising his voice, bringing those who were sitting near to start staring. His tall, lean, structure towered over you as his full attention was on you instead of the food he was previously eating.

“Your father is correct, you should be in control by now.” Her hands sitting on your shoulder. The weight of her words seeping into your head, you couldn’t help it. It's not like you didn’t train vicariously every week with principal Weems, to control your powers. “If it is not the school holding you back Y/c/n/n, then it must be your own doing.” Your mother said, arm reaching down to yank the gloves out of your hands. “I’ll be taking these.”

“Please don’t do this, I need those,” You pleaded. You could feel your hands start to heat up, becoming sweaty. Those gloves helped you from hurting others when your emotions got the best of you. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see your friends Enid, Xavier, and Ajax standing up from their seats slowly, observing your conversation from afar. Realizing just how much attention was on your family at the moment caused your body to grow even hotter. The restricting feeling of your clothes only causing you to grow even more uncomfortable.

“No, you don’t understand.” Your father spoke, taking your gloves from your mother's hands. “We’ve been too lenient with you.” At that moment the air felt like it was ripped out of your lungs as your father set your gloves aflame turning into nothing but ashes floating through the air. His fire was stronger than yours, that was a given. His father put him through extensive training in order to get it to a temperature that was considered nearly impossible to reach.

Before you knew it, your friends were gathering around you. Ajax and Xavier pushed your parents away as Enid stood in front of you, trying to bring your attention back to her. But all you could see was your parent's sinister smirks plastered on their face. So you ran, as fast as you could away from the prying eyes and sinister smiles. Catching the attention of Xavier, he made a dash for you. Leaving Enid to fetch principal Weems as Ajax stood with your parents. Your name leaves his mouth multiple times as he tries to reach you.

“Y/n!” Xavier yelled one last time, hoping that you would stop. You slowly came to a stop, not turning to face him. Trying your best to conceal your sniffles and tears. The world hasn’t ended, but with everything that just occurred, it sure felt like it. “Hey, hey it’s okay, I’m right here with you,” Lightly put his hand on your shoulder to turn you around. He could feel you burning up through your clothes. “Focus on me,” But it was too late, your emotions were out of control. You were getting ready to run again, he could tell. He grabbed your wrist with his hand, quickly removing it with a little yelp.

Turning around you realized that your hands and wrist were admitted in small blue flames. You started to reach out for him, but pulled away quickly, not wanting to risk hurting him again. Panic soared through your body, you never meant to hurt him. Without a second thought, you rushed down the dum-light hall, as fast as you could into your dorm room.

Leaning against your door, you stared down at your hands in horror. You hurt not only your crush but also your best friend. What did I do? This is all my fault, I’m a monster, a freak. The voices of those who shamed you in the past flood your brain. “T...They were right, I'm a monster,” You muttered, tears flowing down your face as you slid down your door. Scorch marks are left on the door due to the temperature of your body.

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You haven't come out of your room much since that day. Xavier would knock three times a day, only to receive no reply. Sometimes he would sit there hoping you would come out and take the food he had gotten you from the cafeteria.

Today was the last day of visitation, you had officially been away in your room for 48 hours at this point. A loud knock awoke you from your sleep, looking at your phone to see it was 10:48am. Parents were due to leave at 11am. Groaning, you made your way out of bed, opening the door for your horrid parents. “You really should smile more dear, it is unladylike not to.” Your mother blabbed, at this point, you toned her out. Her nagging voice leaves you with a headache every time you hear it. You watched as her eyes scanned your room. Distaste grew upon her face, but for once in a blue moon, she stayed silent.

“You should learn to speak nice things or nothing at all,” You snapped back, reminding yourself there were only twelve minutes until they had to leave. You were glad your siblings stayed behind this visitation day, otherwise, the whole school might have gone aflame not just your door.

“Don’t you start with me girl,” your mother's finger waved around your face, trying to be threatening. Looking at her finger and back up at her, your face showing the, “are you done?” No movement happened for a few minutes until your phone alarm went off. You smiled at her, grabbed your phone, and slammed your finger on the STOP button. In less than ten minutes you were going to be rid of one of the two dead weights off your shoulder.

“Well it’s a real shame, it’s time to go.” You said, stalking towards the door and swinging it open. Only to realize the tall boy with his arm raised into a fist, looking like he was getting ready to knock. Looking at him, you walked out of your room past him, your parents following close behind.

As you and your parents reached their ride, not much was spoken. “Well…” was all your mother said before she entered the car. Not once stopping to say goodbye or that she loves..just well. Your father stayed behind for a few more moments, looking like he had something to say. Instead, he patted your shoulder and joined your mother in the car. You didn’t stay once the car door closed, set on finding your friends and seeing how their visitation went. You did hear some talk of Wednesday and her mother solving their “criminal” father's case.

You were about ten feet away from your friends when Xavier stepped in front of you. Trying to move around him, he wouldn’t get out of the way. Huffing, “Xavier, please,” but all he did was shake his head no. As you continued to try and move past him, his hands grabbed your shoulder so you couldn’t move away. “I don’t want to hurt you again.”

“No, can we please just talk? You’ve been ignoring me for the past 48 hours and I think I’m probably losing my mind.” He rambled, taking his hands off you and messing with whatever was in his pocket. Nodding your head, he escorted you to a quieter area where no one could peep. “Now, before you start, let me speak please.” Taking your silence as an answer, he started, “ I know you didn’t mean to hurt me, I’m not mad at you. I shouldn’t have grabbed you so suddenly knowing that you were in distress,” Bringing his hands out of his pockets holding a poorly wrapped brown package. “It’s not much, but I tried my best to find these.”

Opening the package, a new pair of shiny, black, fire-resistant gloves. Green edges that remind you of Xavier's eyes outlined the gloves. “But…I burned you, Xavier…I burned you and you got me a gift.” You muttered, eyes glossy as your thumb rubbed the leathery fabric.

“Hey, it was barely a smudge,” He said, showing you both of his hands. No burn marks showing anywhere. A heavyweight felt like it was being lifted off your chest, thrilled that he wasn’t seriously injured by your flames. “I promised you I was going to be by your side, a little fire isn’t going to scare me off,” He said smiling, pulling you into his arms.

“It’s dangerous to hold me this close Xavy,” You protested, “trying to release yourself from his grasp. The keyword was trying as he held you closer with every push.

“Well, my little firecracker, I love you way too much to let you go again.” Hope filled his eyes as he peered down at you. Your cheeks felt hot as you heard his confession, not a fiery burn everything down, but a warm fuzzy warmth that only reached your ears. You were afraid that the accident would cause him to never want to be near you again.

Nuzzling your face into his shoulder, a mumbled, “I love you too,” left your lips. There was no explosion or temperature increase. Just a guy and girl madly in love with each other. In their little happy world.

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This was only supposed to be around 600 words, and here we are over 3,000 more later. I got work here early tomorrow, but I wanted to get this fic done so I could work on the next request for you all. Thank you everyone for the amazing submissions, I adore yall. Signing off and heading the fuck to sleep.

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sunny6677 · 2 years

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There's four of us!

A RED GUY X MALE! READER

Chapter 2: Jobs PART 2

TW: None, I believe.

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Red looked to a speaker on the wall, and took it, putting it close to mouth so they could hear loud and clear. "Um.. sorry to interrupt, guys.. have any of you s-- seen a strange, uhh.. box person?" He asked through the speaker.

"Box?" Said one of the employees, pointing to a green bag with a white plus symbol on it. "No, no, he's more of a business bag.. just a brown bag." Replied Red to the gesture the employee had made.

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They only stared back intensely. Yellow then took the speaker and said; "He eats breakfast! He's one of those ones with one of himself!"

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"Oh-- uh-- also, I think the phones ringing.." Said Red after a long minute of silence.

"Um.. maybe I should try, hold on.." Y/N fumbled with the speaker that was formerly in Yellows hands, and placed it up to to his mouth. "He-- he was singing, he went into that closet right over there a minute ago.."

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"You need to be more aggressive, Y/N! I say, letting them walk all over you is not going to do the trick!" Said Duck suddenly, grabbing the speaker away from him. "Hu-- Huh? But they didn't even say anything--"

Loudly, Ducks voice blared from the speakers; "Attention, freaks! It's me! We're supposed to be starting our new job any moment! How do we get out of here or away from you immediately?!"

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They went back to work.

"How strange, they're pretending they don't respect me!" Scoffed Duck, rolling his eyes at their mocking behavior. "And the phones still ringing, guys, isnt..." Red began to walk towards the door containing the phone ringing.

"Isn't anyone gonna get that?" He asked, the workers only dismissively glanced at him while still doing their work. "Um.. I can answer it for you if you want." Softly offered Y/N, walking up to him.

"Huh? Oh, no, no need.. I'll get it." Replied Red.

"Oh.. well-- I can still go with you if you want." Y/N offered once more, averting his eyes.

"Um.. sure, I guess you can."

"Good!.."

Y/N followed Red into the office where the phone was ringing, but stopped upon hearing Ducks voice say something behind him as Red entered into the office.

"I say, that Y/N fellow always just let's people walk all over him! He's really got to stand up for himself sometime!"

"Um.. yeah. He sure does." Replied Yellow, seemingly not knowing what to say to that.

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Y/N closed the door.

Red picked up the phone and spoke into it softly, "Um.. hello.. your through to.. Petersons and Sons and Bits and Friends.. huh." He read carefully off the wall as Y/N stood stiffly next to the chair behind the desk that was inside the office.

Y/N didn't bother to pay attention to what Red had to say to the person on the phone, only staying alone in his thoughts that had manifested upon hearing what Duck had said. He didn't let people walk all over him, he wasn't weak like Duck thought of him as. So why did Duck treat him like that?

After a few minutes, Red put down the phone and said; "Alright, Y/N-- let's go."

"Oh, um, right.." Softly replied Y/N, being immediately pulled out of his thoughts. It was only when he took one step when a sudden female voice with a Scottish accent spoke from below.

"Wow! Nice work! Your a real go-getter, arent ya?" The Printer was speaking, which was not really strange considering what it was like around this world, but was still a bit freaky nonetheless. Y/N caught himself flinching back in fear, a little startled.

Red took a step in front of him and got in front of him, knowing full well how he felt about random talking objects randomly appearing. "Am-- am I? I don't really think I am, most people say i--" "Well I think you are! And you've got such a beautiful telephone voice if I may say so myself!"

"Oh.. thanks, thats very kind."

"Thank YOU! Why don't you sit down and--"

A pair of hands randomly pulled Red into the chair, Red appeared very uncomfortable with the position he was now in. Y/N slightly flinched, now a little afraid for Red.

"--make yourself comfortable?"

"Oop! I got a fax coming in for you!" As she(the printer) said that, she grunted as it came out of her and made noise. The fax in question read; "Hello, you're doing well. I like you."

Y/N swallowed his spit and felt a chill run up his spine.

"Oh, that's nice.. who's this from?" Asked Red.

"Me~" The Printer answered.

With the combination of Reds very clearly uncomfortable demeanor and aura, and Y/Ns fearful face, he(Y/N) couldn't help but shake the feeling that he was going to regret ever coming here with his friends.

And as much times as he tried to deny it inside his mind, he couldn't help but feel as if it were true.

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365: May 1-2

Malik collided with someone in the hall so hard if they weren't six inches shorter than him he would have fallen over. Instead the boy not looking where he was going fell onto his ass. "Watch where you're fucking goi- oh, Kadar," Malik looked down at his little brother sprawled on the floor all heat seeping out of his voice in an instant.

"Little kids aren't allowed in this part of the fortress," Malik's friend Jummal said. Malik rolled his eyes. That wasn't true but Jummal was fucking annoying.

Kadar grunted as he picked himself and dusted off his down gray tunic. "I'm fine," he chirped, voice still high.

"What are you doing here?" Malik asked, just barely refraining from folding his arms. "You shouldn't be down here." The lower dungeons weren't forbidden or anything but it really wasn't a place for a thirteen year old. Malik was down here with Jummal for some more... intense training for the older boys. Stuff to toughen your stomach. At least they'd run into him, literally, near the stairs.

"I know. But I wanted to show you something," and Malik nearly popped a blood vessel when his brother started trying to take off his pants.

"NOPE," and he grabbed his brother by the scruff of his neck and dragged him out of the dungeon. Jammal laughed after him. "Shut up Jummal," Malik snapped over his shoulder.

"It's not anything weird," Kadar complained.

"Yeah okay ya freaks," Jummal called.

Malik still had a knife on him and at the top of stairs he grabbed one and threw it down towards Jummal who even laughing dodged out of the way. "My mark just came in. It's not weird," Kadar stuck his tongue out at Jummal.

"Keep walking," Malik growled and shoved Kadar away from the dungeon.

"See you at dinner, Mal," Jummal called after him, still snickering.

"Can you not embarrass me in front of my friends for five fucking seconds?" Malik asked Kadar sharply once they were around the corner. Malik loved his little brother but he was so annoying sometimes and there was nothing like having a little brother doing something embarrassing in front of your friends to make you lose all credibility you had.

"Sorry," Kadar said sheepishly looking up at Malik under his lashes with his big blue puppy dog eyes.

Malik sighed and rolled his eyes. But Allah he was such a sucker and couldn't stay mad at him forever. "Okay, lets see it," he said knowing this would get Kadar to not bother him about it again.

Kadar perked up and thankfully didn't take his pants off completely just enough to pull down the side to show his pale thigh. "See, see," he said excitedly. Soul marks came in when people hit puberty and their bodies started to change. They were often cryptic imagery that depicted one's soul mate. Kadar's was as vague and cryptic as any Malik had seen being black and sort of generically pretty wild flowers with a piece of intricate basket weaving flowing through it. If and when he found his match the mark would burst into color but for now it was all black and gray tones. "I woke up and there it was. I'm a man now," he said.

Malik scoffed. "I'd say you're not," he said.

"I am so," Kadar pulled his pants back up properly.

"Once your voice doesn't sound like this," Malik pitched his voice way up, higher than Kadar's childish voice, it cracked a little, "then maybe." Kadar laughed at Malik's imitation. "You got a long way to go," he dropped down to his normal pitch and ruffled his brother's hair. "Don't be in such a rush."

Kadar pouted at him. "I guess. You ever going to show me yours?" he asked.

"Nah, it's stupid," Malik said and started propelling Kadar towards the dining hall for dinner. Malik didn't like showing his. It was big though, took up his entire left flank. Sometimes when he got especially sweaty you could see the dark mark through his shirt.

"Aww, don't say that. I bet it's really pretty and that's why you don't like it," Kadar teased him, sticking his tongue out at him. "My brother's got tulips all over him doesn't he."

Malik rolled his eyes at Kadar practically dancing around in front of him. "As if," he said. But there were some tulips. Red like fresh blood.

"Then it's absolutely some cute little animals," Kadar snickered. "Like a bunny or little fawns," Kadar continued as they entered the dining hall. "Or a sweet little kitten-

"Yeah yeah shut up," Malik shoved him down onto the bench at the table. Kadar giggled.

"So what's the damage?" Jummal asked across from Malik.

"Wildflowers and baskets. He's going to find a nice boring girl-

"Hey! She won't be boring. She's going to be so cool and interesting. Just you wait," Kadar insisted. Then he scowled at Jummal. "What's yours anyway?"

"Some bread," Jummal only smiled when he talked about it and he did now. "I love bread."

"I swear your soul mate is just going to be the next loaf for dinner," Malik groused, making Jummal laugh.

Kadar turned to his other side, "What about you?" he asked a boy between his and Malik's age. Malik was helping himself to dinner, using a fresh pita to shovel meat and pilaf into his mouth.

"It's a dove," he said, also beaming. Kadar asked a few of the others at the table while Malik ate. The kid barely even noticed dinner or that Malik was putting food on his plate.

"What are you guys talking about?" and Malik only looked when Altair came and sat on his other side, their thighs briefly brushing together as he took a seat on the bench.

Malik swallowed hard to say, "Kadar's soul mark came in."

"Ah," and that was all Altair said, reaching across the table for things to stuff into an opened pita to make a kebab: lamb, vegetables and a bright red oil sauce Malik knew was hot enough to burn his mouth.

"What about you, Altair?" Kadar asked.

"Hmm?" Altair had already forgotten (or more like didn't care) what Kadar had been talking about.

"What's your mark?"

"A princess stabbing a dragon in the mouth," Altair said.

"Bullshit," Jummal rolled his eyes. "You told me last year it was a pigeon."

"He did? He told me it was a bunch of saffron flowers." Malik kept his eyes down at his food while several of their friends all said what Altair had told them what his mark was and they were all contradictory.

"So what is it?" Kadar asked once they'd settled down. Altair had his mouth full of kebab and just shrugged. "No fair," Kadar complained.

"Not for you, kid," was all Altair said.

"Lame," Kadar insisted.

"Yeah sure. Now eat your dinner or your balls are never going to drop and you'll be a scrawny shit forever," Malik said and everyone around him laughed to Kadar's squawk of outrage.

Malik looked himself in the mirror and brought the knife up to his face. He always pulled a face while shaving and tonight was no different. The shiny copper mirror was smooth enough to not completely distort his face. Only years of training stopped him from jumping when a pair of hands slid against his naked sides and around his chest. "Want some help?" Altair asked, voice soft, near his ear.

"It's just a touch up, I'm fine," Malik said but had taken Altair up on the offer before when he'd let it get a bit longer. He didn't really trust anyone else but Altair with a knife that close to his throat.

"Mmm," was all Altair said and his thumb gently stroked one of the red tulips that were part of Malik's mark.

"Almost believed the princess and dragon one at dinner," Malik said as he scraped the knife against his jaw.

Altair made a noise of amusement against his naked shoulder. "It's a good one. Some people even believe it," Altair said. Malik's skin twitched as Altair traced the insane depiction of Baʿal Šāmīn on his flank. Malik knew every line and curve of his mark and he knew Altair did too. Malik had read just about half the fortress' library looking for reference for what the fuck had appeared on his body years ago. Baʿal Šāmīn was an old god, maybe some bedouins still worshiped him?, and his domain was the sky. He was wrapped in white linens and armor seated on the ground with a sword across his lap and holding out a hand. His sword had the pommel of an eagle's head, his armor styled from normal overlapping mail almost to that of feathers, white, tawny, and a dull gray red. Red tulips rained down from his outstretched left hand like pouring blood. When he'd first seen Baʿal Šāmīn he'd been a stranger but since it'd come into color it wore Altair's face. As a young teen he'd been beyond confused by this man on his flank. But he'd gotten over it. Because it was such a wild mark and also in color he didn't show it to people. He'd been so mad when it'd first come into color too.

"Next time you should say it's just a river of blood," Malik said with a grin and Altair snorted into his shoulder. He paused to see if Altair would jostle him.

"That's just as believable," Altair said still lightly running his fingers over Baʿal Šāmīn and his red tulips. "Should Kadar be as worried as you were?"

"No unlike me Kadar's sane and clearly likes women," Malik said as he finished his touch up. He was trying to grow out the beard a bit but it just seemed a fool's errand. At least he could grow facial hair. Half of the boys in their training year were still peach faced babies; Altair being one of them.

"Ah. Too bad for him," Altair shrugged and the hair on the back of Malik's neck stood on end when Altair nuzzled him there.

Malik took a damp cloth and wiped the soap residue off his cheeks and neck. "Okay. I'm done. I can see you're being needy."

"Me? No. Never," Altair said with a voice that anyone else would clock as resentment but Malik heard as sarcasm.

Malik put the mirror back into his bag of shaving gear and cleaned the knife, stowing that away as well. Then Malik lightly pushed Altair's hands off him so he could moved around. Altair was his shadow as he went and sat on his bed, grabbing his shirt he's thrown there to pull on. "Hey now," Malik said when Altair grabbed his hands before he could put it on his shirt.

"You look better like this," Altair said and sat across his lap.

"Don't flatter me," Malik said.

"That's basically my job. So I will," Altair's mouth curled into a smirk. "Not like you're going to have a wife for that," and he pushed Malik down onto the bed, still holding his wrists.

"Gross," Malik said and that made him smile while Altair chuckled. Altair leaned down and kissed him and that was nice. It'd been a not so great day conditioning not to throw up around gore and death down in the dungeons but kissing his soul mate made it better.

Malik yanked one of his hands free to undo the belt around Altair's waist. Altair helped him pull the shirt out of his pants, his breath hot against Malik's face, and Malik put his hand up Altair's shirt. He didn't have to see Altair's mark to know exactly where it was and what it looked like. It was simply a sword that ran all the way down his chest, the point ending just above his groin, the hand guard fanning out under his chest and a intricate pommel in the shape of an eagle's head. It looked just like the sword Baʿal Šāmīn held in his own hand on Malik's flank. Altair never wore low collared shirts but if he did you could see the handle of the sword sticking out of his sternum, nesting against his collar bone.

Malik drew his hand up the length of Altair's mark and the other boy groaned softly against Malik's mouth when Malik fit his hand around Altair's neck like he was grasping the hilt of the sword. Far more gently than he ever would normally. His hand lingered there while his kissed Altair's warm mouth before sliding off his neck and back down his chest. Altair's breath was ragged by the time he pulled his hand out of his shirt, barely still kissing him.

"You're such a freak, Altair," Malik teased him.

"Shut the fuck up," Altair gasped and Malik snickered. "You're the one who literally has my face on your mark." That made Malik laugh louder. Yeah. That was true. It was pretty fucking weird.

"Yeah because that does nothing for your ego at all," Malik smirked.

"Better than you getting off to the fact that your last name is literally on my entire chest, freak," he said it right back and stuck out his tongue briefly.

"Keep it up and it'll be the only part of me on your chest tonight," and Altair shoved his hand over Malik's mouth, absolutely red faced. Malik just grinned against his palm. Sucker. He wasn't oblivious to the fact that Altair was hard as a fucking rock sitting on him after putting his hand around his neck.

"You are such a shit," Altair hissed, face still burning. Malik thought it was cute how flustered he got. Malik said something against his palm but it came out as just noise. "Sorry what was that?" Altair asked, not moving his hand. Malik said it again. "Sorry I can't hear you when your mouth is full." Malik just rolled his eyes.

Altair removed his hand a moment later. "I said 'yeah but you love that I'm a shit'," Malik said smugly.

It didn't linger long at the soft look Altair gave him. "Yeah. I guess so," he said quietly and leaned down, kissing Malik again, this time far more gently and it gave Malik goosebumps. "I do love you," Altair said as a secret against his lips. Like every time Altair said it a thrill went down Malik's spine. It was pretty exciting after all, finding your soul mate so young; even if you were both shitty teenagers. And sometimes Malik just wanted to kill him but just because it was meant to be didn't mean you didn't still have to try for it and Altair could be so fucking annoying. Their marks had almost broken after they'd become colored, both pissed off at who'd colored their marks.

But that was years ago. They'd figured it out. They'd figured... this out. And Malik wouldn't want it any other way really.

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