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Secret admirer part 5!!

This one really got away from me, but I hope you like it! Also, I lied, there will be one last part :) I had planned on this being a 5+1, so I’m glad it worked out to be that way!

Now Eddie is just waiting to see what Steve tries next. Just sitting back and reveling in the fact that King Steve “The Hair” Harrington, first of his name, mom of six or seven gremlins at a time, wants town Freak Eddie “The Banished” Munson.. and apparently has for a while too.

Life goes on like normal, but now every time Eddie sees Steve after finding out he was his secret admirer, he can’t help but smile a bit bigger.

He also confronts Robin, “You knew didn’t you?”

“Knew what?”

“Don’t play that shit with me; you knew it was Steve.”

“Oh. Yeah. Of course I did.”

“You told me to unpack tapes on purpose so I’d see his handwriting and figure it out.” It was a statement, not a question.

“I also wanted the tapes unpacked. Duh.”

“Ugh you’re the worst. I can’t believe I’m chauffeuring you to Casa de Harrington, of my own volition, on MY precious Thursday off.”

Robin rolls her eyes “You aren’t complaining about chauffeuring Max.”

“Well yeah, cause it isn’t out of my way to get her.” Eddie gestures toward Max and that gets her attention.

She takes her headphones off her head. “What are you guys arguing about?” She asks irritated, “And what’s it got to do with me?”

“Nothing Max, I’m just giving Eddie a hard time about his big sappy crush.”

“Oh, you mean the one he has on Steve?”

Robin and Eddie both freeze.

“Wh—Who said it was Steve.” Eddie asks, voice flat.

“No one had to say anything; there is a reason why we call you both mom and dad. You aren’t subtle about it. DAD.” Max snarks back at him.

‘We. She said ‘We’. As in The Party has been calling me that.’ Eddie thinks. So that wasn’t just Steve trying to make him feel better that day on the phone.. They actually see him as a dad. ‘Well maybe; maybe it was just as a counter to Steve’s ‘Mom’. Why would they even see you as a role model?’

Fuck! He needs to stop his spiraling now. Otherwise he’s going to get in a mood and Steve will notice, and somehow think it was his fault and worry about him, and then no one will be having fun anymore an_ ‘What the fuck dude, you literally just told yourself to STOP. SPIRALING. and now you are doing exactly that.’

“Well then who am I??” Robin asks, putting on a fake offended tone to break the leftover tension.

“Hmmmm…” Max pushes her new glasses back up her nose “You’re like a kooky Uncle.”

“Uncle??” Robin actually sounds offended this time. “No, actually, that makes sense.”

Eddie chuckled at the acceptance of her new role, the storm that was whirling around in his head starting to dull. “Now was this a party decision, or is that just you, Mayfield?”

“Just me for now. I will make sure to plant the idea in Dustin’s head when we get there and I’m sure he’ll call a Meeting with the Council of Doofuses to get it in writing.” And with that, the headphones were back on.

Eddie and Robin share a look, and before much longer they are pulling into Steve’s driveway.

“God, I don’t think I will ever get over how dumb this house actually looks.” Eddie looked over at Robin curiously as she continued to berate Steve’s house while collecting her things, “It looks like whoever built it back in the 70s or some shit had no taste, even by that decade’s standards.”

“Buckley. You’re telling me that this whole time I’ve known you, we could’ve been making fun of these Loch Nora snobs’ houses.. together? I don’t think I will ever forgive you for this discretion.”

This earns Eddie another eye roll from Robin (and a muttered “You and your goddamn dramatics..”) as they both get out of the cab. Max is long gone, Steve’s front door standing open in her wake.

“So how did your sleepover go with Vickie anyway? You didn’t say anything about it..?” Eddie asks as he grabs his bag from the back.

“It was literally just a sleepover.. I thought the vibes were there but she wanted to talk about her jerk ex-boyfriend and about boys I like. By the way, I have an embarrassing crush on you, don’t tell anyone.”

Eddie laughed so loud, Steve’s neighbors must’ve heard him (no matter how far away the next house may be). “Damn, I’m sorry Buckley. I’m sure that Eddie guy will return your affections eventually.” Eddie joked, patting Robin of the shoulder as they stepped through Steve’s front door.

There were bags all over the entryway, and from the screams filtering down the hall from the sliding glass door, all the kids were outside and in the pool already.

Eddie kicked the door closed behind him and Steve peeked his head around the corner from the kitchen at the sound.

“Oh hey guys, just put your stuff wherever, everyone else is outside, and I’m getting the burgers ready to put on the grill. Robin, will you show Eddie where he can change?”

Eddie looked over when Steve said his name, pulling his attention back from looking at the boring interior of Steve’s house. Had he never been here before? No, not even at one of the old King Steve’s parties..

“How’s he never been over before? That’s so weird.” Robin said as she walked down the hall, waving at Eddie to follow.

“Buckley, get out of my head. I thought you were only supposed to have that weird mind-reading thing going on with Stevie.” Eddie chided her as he followed her to a small bathroom off the laundry room.

“You’re just jealous you can’t read his mind; maybe then you both would’ve gotten your heads out your asses sooner.”

Eddie rolled his eyes and closed the door on her smirking face. Setting his pack down on the small sink counter, he started to change.

“Fuck, I don’t want to do this.” Eddie whispered to himself. He wasn’t exactly a shy person normally, but that’s what all his layers are for.. a pool party automatically called for only about two thin layers, max. And now he had the added concern about his new (admittedly metal) scars that have only just healed all the way. Scars that not only stretched the length of his sides, but those damn bats had gotten to his face and literally took his whole left nipple off. Again, metal, but also gave Eddie about 10 or 11 times more insecure feelings that he hadn’t yet learned to cover completely under his perfectly crafted bravado.

Leaving his briefs on under his trunks, and pulling his faded Metallica shirt back on over the bumpy red scars, he packed his other layers into his bag for later and headed back out to the kitchen.

He nearly crashed into Steve as he was coming out of the laundry room and Steve was passing by with a plate piled high with patties in one hand, a six pack in the other, and bag of buns hanging out of his mouth.

“Oh shoot-- Hey, you need some help?” Eddie automatically reached for the bag of buns so Steve could answer.

“Robin already went outside to claim a chair, can you take this too?” Steve handed Eddie the six pack.

“No problem, Stevie.” Eddie smiled at him and started out the door in front of Steve.

“Thanks Eds.” *SMACK*

Silence.

“Oh. My. God. Eddie, I am so so sorry, it was just a reflex I swear! Even ask Lucas, it’s a sports thing, I didn’t mean anything by it..” Steve sounded completely stressed.

Eddie took a moment longer to process the fact that Steve Harrington just smacked his ass (reflex or not), before turning back to him halfway. Looking over at Steve, Eddie’s heart clenched to see him looking absolutely mortified.

“No worries big boy, I just didn’t realize that was on the table.” Eddie said, giving him a wink, then hurrying out of the house. He had to get out of there before he did something really embarrassing like dropping everything and jumping Steve’s bones at noon on a Thursday while there was a whole hoard of children nearby.

He stepped outside to various greetings of “Hey Eddie!” the most enthusiastic of which was Dustin, who had leapt from the pool to give a still dry Eddie a completely soaking wet hug around his middle.

“Hey Dusty-buns how ar--HOLY FUCK YOU’RE COLD! gET OFF ME!”

Dustin laughed at Eddie’s misery before jumping back into the pool (almost on top of Mike, who kicked away at the last second).

“Let me help with that, sweetheart.” Eddie heard Steve’s voice in his ear as he came up from behind him to grab the bag and six-pack from him and placing them on the table next to the grill with his burgers and the added plate of toppings he must’ve grabbed.

Sweetheart?? That was new...and most certainly did NOT make Eddie want to melt into a puddle, thank you very much.

Eddie knew he now looked completely sunburnt, despite just stepping outside a whole 30 seconds ago.

‘Ok, that’s how you want to play it, Harrington? First an ass smack, and now this??’ Eddie thought to himself. Time to crank up the flirting.

Eddie turned heel and marched back inside and directly to the freezer. He knew he had to have some in here somewhere, they are one of Dustin’s favorites.

‘Perfect.’ Eddie thought as he grabbed a cherry flavored popsicle, unwrapping it, and stepping back outside, grabbing a bottle of sunscreen as he went.

“Hey Stevie, can you help me out with this before your hands get all nasty?”

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“Yeah sure Eddie, what do you ne__” Steve turned around from starting the grill to face Eddie at his question. ‘Fucking hell, Munson.’

Eddie was staring at him with those damn doe eyes, holding out the bottle of sunscreen in one hand, and had a cherry-red popsicle held in the other. His already red lips wrapped around the end. ‘When’d he get that??’

Steve cleared his throat and took the bottle from him “Yeah of course, turn around.”

Eddie flashed that megawatt grin at him “Thanks sweetheart.” Steve felt his cheeks turning pink at that.

Eddie turned to face away from Steve, the hand that previously held the bottle coming up between his shoulder blades to pull his shirt over his head.

Steve noticed that Eddie didn’t pull the shirt all the way off his arms, just pulled it up and over his head so his head and back were free. A pang shot through his stomach at that ‘Of course he’s going to be self-conscious about his scars, fuck why did you think a pool party was a good idea?? Okay focus, just make sure to say something to him later on about them_oh fucking HELL’

Steve’s his train of thought imploded when Eddie decided to glance over his shoulder at Steve as he pulled his hair over the other with his free hand.

“This is going to be cold, sorry Eds.” How he had kept his voice sounding completely normal was a mystery to Steve, but now he had to focus on the fact that he’d be rubbing his hands all over Eddie.

He started at the small of Eddie’s back. Pushing the heels of his palms outward from Eddie’s spine where his fingers could come to a rest (however briefly) on either side of the older man’s waist and giving a slight squeeze.

Eddie’s breath hitched and Steve saw the blush bloom under the skin at the back of his neck. Deciding to ignore that (for now) Steve said “I told you it was going to be cold.”

“Shut up, Steve, it still caught me off guard.”

Steve chuckled and continued rubbing the lotion in, making sure to do a good job at covering every inch. Not just because he was loving being able to freely touch Eddie like this, but legitimately because he didn’t want Eddie to burn to a crisp.

He got up to Eddie’s shoulders and found some of his hair had slipped from the rest. Using a single finger, Steve brushed the stray lock from where it started behind Eddie’s ear, down across his neck and over the other shoulder. Eddie visibly shuddered and Steve smiled, “Sorry, your hair was in the way. We need to get you a hair tie.”

Finished with his back, Steve tapped Eddie on the shoulder, “OK you’re all good back here, do you want me to get your front too or have you got it covered?” giving the full King Steve smirk as Eddie turned back to face him causing him to blush more.

“I_I’ve got it.” Eddie stuttered, taking back the bottle.

How Steve managed to wrench his gaze from Eddie’s popsicle-red pout, he had no clue. “You might want to get your face done sooner than later, you’re already turning red.” Steve winked at a spluttering Eddie before turning back to the grill.

Eddie started grumbling behind him and Steve heard the rustle of fabric, assuming Eddie had fully removed his shirt now.

Glancing over his shoulder, Steve could see that Eddie was turned to face away from everyone else as he applied the sunscreen.

That pang went through Steve again, this time closer to his heart. He turned to Eddie again and came to his side so he could speak to him quietly “Hey, I know you probably don’t want everyone to see, but just know that no one here will give you shit for any of them. Or if they do, they’ll have to deal with me.”

Eddie had froze when Steve came up to him, but then tuned his face to look at him properly.

That same damn pang shot directly through Steve’s heart this time at Eddie’s big, lovely, eyes shining with unshed tears.

“Put your shirt back on if you need to, but if you want to leave it off, make sure to put extra lotion on the scars themselves..I made sure I did on the parts I could reach from your back.”

Eddie looked even more like he was going to cry now, but smiled gratefully at Steve and nodded. Steve smiled at him softy and went back to the grill to actually get food started for everyone.

And if he did notice that Eddie went back to his own sunchair, sans shirt, no he didn’t.

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Eddie had just barely sat down when Robin leaned over to him from her chair next to him “What in the actual hell was all that?”

“No idea what you’re talking about Robs.” Eddie said nonchalantly, laying back all the way in his chair.

“Uncle Robin, will you help me re-do my braids?” Max yelled from the other side of the pool before Robin could grill him any further.

‘Thank you Max’ Eddie thought. And just like Max had said he would, Dustin’s head whipped around to look at Robin who was already making room in front of her for Max to sit while she braided.

Eddie watched as Dustin scrambled out of the pool and up to Steve “Steve, do you have a pad of paper and a pen or something?”

“Wh_what? Uh, yeah there should be one in the kitchen. The third drawer down from the phone? Wait! Dry off a bit otherwise you’ll slip on the tile.”

Dustin rolled his eyes and mumbled a “Yes, mom.” under his breath as he walked over to the pile of towels. He grabbed one off the top, barely dusted himself off with it, and dropped it on the concrete before hurrying into the house, still soaking wet.

Eddie heard a small ‘Oh shit’ from Dustin that he could only assume meant he had slipped a bit on the tile like Steve said he would.

Dustin came back out in no time at all and called the rest of the goblins over to a small patio table on the other side of the pool. As soon as Max’s braids were done, she too went to the table, sidling up between Lucas and Eleven.

Dustin’s hand looked a blur as he would scribble something down to one thing someone said, then crossing other things out to a differnt comment. Eddie chuckled at the sight and leaned back again, closing his eyes.

After a bit, Steve walked over from the grill and sat at the end of Eddie’s chair, scooting his legs out of the way with his ass and grabbing a beer from the nearby cooler.

“You need more room for that thing, Harrington?” Eddie snarked, poking Steve’s hip with his foot before closing his eyes to the sun again.

“You need a new popsicle?” Steve flicked the end of the popsicle stick that was still hanging out of Eddie’s mouth.

“You just liked seeing me with something in my mouth.”

There was a pause, and Eddie felt the chair shift as Steve stood back up. He opened his eyes slightly when he felt the shade of Steve leaning over him. Steve’s face was right next to his, his mouth close to Eddie’s ear “And what if I did?”

‘Jesus H. Christ’ was Eddie’s only thought as he watched Steve(’s ass) walk back over to the grill.

Eddie had a bit of time to calm down after that when Steve yelled for everyone to come grab food, deciding to steer clear while the gremlins descended upon the feast and watch Steve ‘Mom’ over them all. “Grab napkins, Lucas”. “Mike put at least some lettuce on those, you need veggies too!”, “Dustin, cool it with the ketchup.”

That’s it. That was the last straw. Eddie’s in love.

‘Fucking hell.’ Eddie shot up from where he was laying and sat at the end of the chair instead. ‘Fucking hell..’ Eddie stood up and started pacing.

Every thought he’d ever had about Steve Harrington whipped through his mind like a hurricane. Every time he thought Steve was cute back in high school, the one (1) time he saw Steve in his Scoops Ahoy outfit before he vowed to never return to Starcourt, every time he was confused at seeing King Steve being the one there to pick up the Hellfire kids after their sessions, Steve’s reaction to being manhandled into the wall of Reefer Rick’s boathouse, his willingness to follow the kids there in the first place to come help Eddie of all people, insisting on being the one to dive into Lover’s Lake so the others didn’t have to (him stripping off his sweater when he did and tossing it to Eddie when Nancy was right there ogling him too), the sight of him sweaty, dirty and bleeding in the upside-down that Eddie just needed to get covered up before he’d lose his mind (again), then realizing his mistake too late when he now had to look at Steve in his battle vest, swearing he was catching Steve looking at his lips in the same hellscape, Steve carrying him out of there when they were successful but hadn’t all went too well for Eddie, Steve being there in the hospital when he woke up spouting off to Robin about ‘If Steve were gay, do you think he’d fuck me?’ (’...Eddie, I’m Bisexual.’ ‘Oh sweet! I can only write with my right hand..’), and then, fuck, now knowing that Steve was the one leaving him these sappy notes just because he thought Eddie looked hot in the School play? Being a mom to all these kids that didn’t get time to be kids until now?

Eddie was gone. And probably had been for a while.

By the time he came down from his spiral, he was halfway though a burger that somehow materialized in his hand.

“The fuck?” Eddie looked to Robin, Nancy, and Steve.

Steve sat up from where he was laying, already back in his own chair, empty plate sat on his leg, “Oh, uhm, you seemed to be out of it when I told you to come grab food so I tried handing you something so I’d know you’d eat. You took it and started eating so I figured you were OK.”

Eddie looked from Steve disbelievingly, to Robin disbelievingly. Then back to Steve. “Th_thanks Steve.”

“No worries, Eds.”

Eddie sat back down on the end of his chair and finished his burger, his mind adding this to his list of reasons to love Steve Harrington.

Dustin had stopped scribbling furiously on the lended pad of paper by now, and Eddie called out to him to get him to share, hoping to get his mood back on track.

“Dustybuns, what have you all been doing over there this whole time??” Dustin looks at Eddie, then back at the rest of the Council of Doofuses, then back to Eddie before they all approach the older teens laying out on Steve’s patio furniture.

Max and El came over with them too (even Erica), from where they had assuredly been watching the chaos unfold from their own sunchair. The boys were now almost bone dry. That’s how long they’d been going at this.

“We’ve had to add in a couple people to The Party Family Tree.”

“Oh yeah? Whatcha got?” Eddie says at the same time Steve says “Oh god, here we go..”

Dustin clears his throat, “OK so we start with Steve as the Mom. Obviously.”

Steve’s sat up on his lounger now, and hangs his head into his hands at that.

“Sure.” Robin affirms for the rest of them, encouraging Dustin to continue and ignoring the miserable noise Steve makes.

“Eddie is the dad.”

“Awe, Stevie!” Eddie places his hand over his heart, “Wait, when’s our anniversary?”

"You haven’t proposed yet.” Steve says into his hands.

“ANYWAY.” Dustin sounds loudly “So Steve and Eddie are the mom and dad. Robin is our Uncle on Steve’s side, Nancy is our Aunt on Eddie’s side.”

“Wait, what? Eddie laughs and looks over at Nancy who is trying to hold back her laughter behind her hand.”

“Yeah, and Hopper is Steve’s dad so I guess he’s our Grandpa.” Steve’s head snaps up at that.

“He’s old and crotchety enough.” Mike chimes in, shrugging.

“I am Jane Hopper so I am Steve’s sister now.” El says carefully, like she is remembering exactly how families work exactly.

Steve looks like he’s trying not to cry, looking at El with a small smile.

“What about Jonathan?” Robin asks, getting into it fully at this point.

Eddie could almost feel the weirdness hit Steve and Nancy at that, like a foot of snow falling all at once.

“He’s Steve’s oldest.” Dustin states matter-of-factly.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Yeah. He’s your oldest son; you had him way too young and he has already moved out.”

“He’s a little distant, but you know he’s happy out in Cali with his boyfriend and you see him on the holidays.” Will tells Steve, smiling brightly as the other kids laugh.

Steve, Eddie, and Nancy are honestly dumbfounded at the web they’ve woven around Mama Steve; Robin is absolutely delighted to find out about Steve’s firstborn. (”Who’s the baby daddy?” she asks him, getting a loud smack on her arm for it.)

Everyone’s waiting for Steve to say something.

He stands up, turns to face his brood, and opens his arms wide in invitation. They all crowd in around him and the mask drops off his face as he finally lets the tears start flowing.

Robin and Eddie glance at each other before throwing themselves around their hoard, Nancy coming up to Robin’s side.

“I love you guys.” Steve says, his voice thick.

After a good long moment, Mike pipes up from somewhere toward the middle of the pack “Okay this is great but it’s still a million degrees outside and somehow I ended up in the middle of this furnace.”

They all chuckle and separate from each other, some wiping tears away with their hands and others (Mike, Max, Erica) jumping back into the pool to disguise how wet their face may or may not have gotten.

Still wiping his tears away, Steve yells at them to “Dammit get back out so you can put more sunscreen on!” to choruses of “Yes, mom.” and more laughing.

“...So if Stevie and I get divorced, who gets which kids?” Eddie asks, and immediately has to start dodging Steve’s attempts to tackle him into the pool.

Dustin picks up the pad of paper and flips to a new page as the rest of them start yelling at him who they’d want to “stay” with.

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A few hours later it’s getting cooler, a sign of the fall to come. Steve manages to coax everyone back inside with the promise of pizza and movies.

Eddie and Robin had gone in before the rest of the kids to get changed and start piling pillows, blankets, and even a couple mattresses onto the floor of the living room. Pulling everything out before the rest came in and started getting changed. Eddie is the first to plop down on the massive floor bed, right in the middle.

Robin fell back onto the couch that was now an acting headboard, “So, any more news on the secret admirer front?” she asks, nudging him with her foot.

“Boy do I have a story for you, Robs.” Eddie grinned.

“You mean about your latest rose?” Max came into the room with El, piling themselves on Steve’s armchair with the fluffiest blanket in the pile.

“The one exactly, Red.”

“Ok good, then I can Ignore you for the next two hours.”

Eddie threw a pillow at her head at that.

“Max was there when you found it?” This time it was Will and Mike coming in with their bags of snacks and finding a spot to lay out.

“Actually, she was there when the guy left the rose.” Max said from the chair.

There was a clatter from the kitchen, then Dustin came barreling in from where he was helping Steve with dishes. “So you know who it is??” he asked Max

“No doofus, Eddie was with me when the guy left the rose at Eddie’s trailer.”

Another clatter from the kitchen.

“You OK Steve?” Robin asked.

“Peachy.” he called back.

“Wait, so you guys saw him leave it? So you know who it is??” Dustin continued.

Lucas came down the steps then, Max’s walkman in his hand. He handed it to her before getting comfy in front of the girls’ chair. Erica following and squishing herself into the corner of the loveseat.

“We saw him, but couldn’t tell who it was.”

“So here’s the thing,” Eddie starts “I was with Max that night while her mom was at work, my uncle was at his shift, AND my van was in the shop. My trailer was dark and both cars were gone. Of course he’d think it was safe to be a bit bolder and leave this one right at my doorstep.”

Being met with ‘Ahs’ of understanding, Eddie continued: “But what he must not know is that trailer walls are thin, and I know what the gravel outside my place, and that second squeaky step on the porch sound like when someone walks on 'em. So when we heard it from Max’s living room, we looked out to make sure it wasn’t some person trying to vandalize my shit again.”

Steve had come into the room and leaned against the doorframe a bit earlier, dishtowel thrown over his shoulder, and now looked like a deer caught in the headlights. ‘Gotcha.’ Eddie thought.

"But alas, the night was dark, and we could barely make out a figure before whoever it was ran off into the night.” Eddie waggled his fingers like he was telling a scary story

“They walked to your house??” Dustin asked

“No dipshit, they probably didn’t want to be recognized by their car” Mike shot back.

“Who has that recognizable of a car?” came Will’s small voice

“Besides Steve? I don’t know.” Erica chimes in

“Me??” Steve asked, actually confused

“Yeah Steve, everyone knows your beemer.” Dustin said, rolling his eyes.

“So when I went back home, the rose was there.” Eddie pulled it out of his inner jacket pocket. “This one says “Think of all the things We've shared and seen, Don't think about the way things might have been” Eddie sings the line.

“Wow, your voice is really pretty Eddie.” Eleven says, breaking the silence that followed.

“Thanks, supergirl.”

“Eddie those lyrics have to be a clue” Dustin says, always the analyzer

Eddie makes eye contact with Steve from across the room and smiles fondly.

“I know.”

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Pt. 6 will be here!

Now on AO3! Several Notes of the Most Amiable Nature

Thank you to @lunaraindrop and @starkdusk for being the first ones to encourage my ‘Steve is a jock and would smack Eddie’s ass accidentally’ brainrot 🥰

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Warning: A little spicy up ahead. You were warned

How Touchy Can They Be In Public With Slightly Large Chested S/o! (Pt 2 with different characters✨)

Dream:

* He’s an adorable bean. Look at this boy. Would you really think he’s thinking lewd things?! ……lol well technically yes at least not at first. He just finds you beautiful in general and will be sure to compliment you! But he is an adult and not blind about his own curiosity…..

* You and him were just shopping together and you wanted to try some bras on. He didn’t mind tagging along but was a golden mess seeing all those bras. And when you asked him to help you take off a bra, his hands lingered on your chest before he pulls away suddenly, apologizing profusely for touching you in public-

* In private he is surprisingly teasing! Nothing too crazy because he doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable and doesn’t want to go too far without your permission! It would be rude after all! When he knows it’s ok, this guy will have the most delicate touch, making your heart flutter and mind fuzzy whether he’s just being romantic and appreciating your beauty or having you in the sheets~ definitely both sometimes~

* Don’t be fooled by that innocent look- you really think he won’t give you teases in public? Lol you’ve only fallen into a trap✨ “Wow that shirt looks stunning! I bet it would look even better on you starlight! …..especially when I take it off~” (lil shit says that last part very quietly-)

* You are just too adorable sometimes~✨

Blue:

* Ah yes. Baby Blue✨. He’s a big sweetheart and loves to be with you. He always knows what to say and makes you giggle. Now him being lewd? Could he truly be?! Yes. Yes absolutely-

* He’s a big hugger and you know this. It’s adorable and you can’t find any reason to complain. Look at him! 🥹 But he’s also DEFINITELY taking advantage of it by giving you a mischievous look while nuzzling in your chest. And he wouldn’t mind taking you to somewhere private (maybe a closet or someplace that keeps you two hidden from view~) to tease you and fully enjoy your glorious chest~ (only if you’re comfortable though!)

* In private he’s pretty adorable, laying his head in your chest, arms wrapped around your waist. It’s cute when he jiggles your chest only to giggle and apologize for being silly. Oh. Oh but you can drive this man crazy if you spoil him with booba. Booba in face, pressed on his body, oh man and a titjob?! He’ll be a hot mess✨

* He usually does sweet or romantic (though very cheesy) pick up lines. But oh he can say a few dirty lines that could catch you off guard- especially that one time you wore a shirt with extra cleavage- “Those seem like very expensive clothes, too bad I’ll be ripping through them tonight~” Shit was so out of the blue (Heh pun). Don’t be surprised if that line ends up becoming a promise for later~

* He just loves you and you just drive him nuts~

Ink:

* Honestly just look at him. This Smol Gremlin. With a big chested S/o. You best believe his true inner gremlin is gonna shine- your chest is now his fun bags-

* Now there are many things he could do in public. Drop pencils in your cleavage as an excuse to dig in and have a feel. Squirt gun to make your shirt cling onto your body (he did it ONCE for a joke and once he discovered this, he just carries around a squirt gun for this purpose-), or straight up take advantage of his shortness to stand right under your chest. Ah yes. Booba hat✨

* In private he’s always in your cleavage or under your booba. He can’t help it! It’s so soft🥹. If he wasn’t so busy, he’d be laying around all day with his skull nuzzled in your chest! And ah he loves to draw you in different outfits…..especially with lingerie~ and man he loves to paint on your chest during intimate moments. You just look so damn good….things get pretty messy after that~😏

* And oh he is such a fucking tease. Whether it’s from lil sneaky caresses and straight up poking your chest with a cheeky little smile. Or whispering romantic or sexy nothings into your ear~ then he’d just act like his goofy ol self like he didn’t say the most inappropriate thing- “C’mon! Stop getting your head in the clouds~!” Lil shit-

* He makes you wanna body slam him but you both know you still love him anyway✨

Killer:

* Ohohohohoho this is quite literally the MOST notorious guy in this category. He’s flirty, bold, and will say the most outrageous things. He will not hesitate to say “nice tits” in front of his group-

* A damn menace who will leave you all excited in the worst times. You two would try to meet up somewhere and he sneaks up behind you to grab your chest- you’d want to go somewhere and you end up making out in an alleyway, leaving with a LOT of hickies around your neck and chest. And he gives no damns. He would straight up poke your chest. Not like with Ink (who usually pokes the side or the top) he pokes RIGHT where the nipple is while looking you straight in the eyes- bastard-

* In private he is WORST. You have no one protecting you from his onslaught now~ He will be taking your bras so you walk around the house with no bra. No bra = less restrictions~ he absolutely loves to play with your nipples whether it’s with his hands or mouth. And nothing gets him more excited than covering your tits with his special sauce~ but at least he’s rather adorable when cuddling. Like a little kitten❤️

* Oh lord his teasing is just as bad. He would whisper downright the most LEWDEST and DIRTIEST flirts right in your ear, making you all hot and bothered only to give you the smuggest smirk cause he KNOWS it’s getting to you. “I wish you could just sit here on my lap and shove those tits in my face….but we both know we can’t do it with all these people here. Unless you’re into that~” Evil-

* He’s a lil shit but your lil shit. Be sure to tease back-

#my writing #undertale au #fluff #spicy headcanons #killer sans #undertale au x reader #undertale au headcanons #star sanses #dream sans #underswap sans #ink sans #swap sans #writers on tumblr #writing trade #reader is gender neutral

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talesfromawannabejournalist · 2 months

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Adam apple high school AU PT 3

(this is a pretty long one so bear with me)

. On the very first day at his new school, Lucifer had felt as though his soul had been stripped away from his body, the reason being...Adam Mann

. You see everything was going fine he was given a schedule of his classic, and a basic tour of where his classes were, and everything seemed to go well during his introduction as the new student during first period

. sure, when he said his name, he got a weird look from this one girl in the middle row, but he just ignored it

. it wasn't until after class when he was waking to his next class, and he accidentally bumped into the one person he never thought he would see again that it's kind of all went to Hell

Lucifer: I'm so sorry! I didn't see where I was going, are you alright?

Adam: yeah, I'm fine no skin off...YOU!

Lucifer: A, Adam!?

. Lucifer would hardly believe it, the most beautiful person that he had ever known was right before his eyes, and as it couldn't be even more possible was even more beautiful than ever

. His face was more defined as he had a small stubble on his chin, he had gotten taller too, his soft brown eyes had a sort of golden shine to them, and his scent was even stronger than ever before his scent was of freshly peeled oranges with a hint of soft soil

. but the most prominent feature about him would be his body and his body, oh holy mercy it had curves not the normal amount of curves the usual omega had he had curves for days, right from the top of his perky chest to his soft tummy, all the way down to his big thighs, then to end it was his big juicy booty, though (of course, he didn't see it till after Adam left, but he was only looking respectfully he swears!)

. But before he could fully admire the angel before him he was suddenly pressed up against the lockers with the once lovely scent turned sour as Adam glared down at the person who was responsible for ruining his life back in middle school

. Lucifer gulped, both in horniness and fear(but mostly for being a horny little gremlin)

Lucifer: listen, I know we didn't leave on good terms, but

Adam: But nothing! you stay out of my way here and I'll stay out of your way, got that pipsqueak!?

Lucifer: Pipsqueak?! (before he could say anything else Adam turned around, skirt swishing as he did so, and stomped off. And all Lucifer could process were these cold facts, the one who got away is here, he’s even more hot than ever, and he hates his guts

. this was going to be the longest semester of his fucking life

. a month and a half had passed since the incident, and neither Lucifer nor Adam could barely even tolerate being in the same room together let alone speak to one another

. Lucifer has tried to talk to Adam during this time when he sees him outside of class or when they do have class together tries to sit next to or at least near him

. however it keeps failing for him because A. Adam doesn’t want anything to do with him, and B. His guard dog Lute won’t even let him look at Adam’s general direction let alone try and go near him

. it all comes to a head one day when out in the school football field sitting on the bleachers, waiting for Adam to finish lacrosse team practice, once he saw he was done he waved and called out to him to get his attention

. luckily Adam did acknowledge him with an eye roll and walked over to him

. Lucifer gave himself a mental fist bump as they finally were going to clear the table and maybe Lucifer would finally be able to tell Adam how he felt

. which is why it made so much sense that the plan went to shit

. see while rushing down the bleacher steps he slipped on the last few steps causing him to trip and fall of landing on top of Adam

. at first Lucifer thinks he must have landed right on his stomach because the body part he lands on is soft and squishy…with a space in between

. he slowly lifts himself away to see that he had landed right on Adam’s breasts, a fiery blush spreads all across his upper body as his eyes look into Adam’s shocked/disgusted filled ones

Lucifer: I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry it was a complete accident, I swear!

. he didn’t get a chance to say anything else as he was picked up by the scruff, thrown off of Adam, and was proceeded beaten by Lute

. Adam was in a daze for a minute as he tried to understand what the actual Hell happened

. his attention was then focused on the fight between Lucifer and Lute fighting on the ground

. that was really bad for two reasons, they were still on school grounds and if the coach came back those two would be on grounds for expulsion while he was more worried about Lute getting into trouble, he couldn't help but feel a ping of worry in his chest for Lucifer, damn omega instinct, reason number two was that two alphas fighting especially over an omega can more often than not turn bloody

. So, scrambling to his feet, he made his way over to the small crowd where the girls from the team were watching the fight, some even egging it on

. He pushed his way through them and saw Lucifer had Lute pinned under him with his fist raised up ready to strike her

. Adam ran towards them and tried to pull Lucifer off when he suddenly felt a hand hit right in the eye, he falls backwards and clutches his eye while whimpering in pain

. both alphas stop immediately and turn their attention to the omega in distress

. Lucifer gets off the female alpha and rushes towards Adam, while Lute stays frozen in place not believing that she hit Adam, on accident of course she didn't expect he'd be on the crossfire she just wanted to get Lucifer off

Lucifer: Holy shit, are you okay!? here let me take a look

. at first, Adam tried to just leave but Lucifer kept him still while giving a pleading look he sighed and allowed the alpha to look him over Adam's eye appeared to be swollen and starting to throb

Adam: is it bad?

Lucifer: It's not so bad that you'd need an eye patch just need to get something cold on it, come on let's get you home

. Despite his own injuries he helps Adam up and starts to lead him away as the crowd slowly starts to dissipate now that the fight was over

Lute: WAIT ADAM I'M SO SORRY IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!

. Adam turns his head slightly and says in a frustrated tone

Adam: Not now Lute, just, not now, I'll text you later ok?

. Lute doesn't say anything as she watches from the ground in complete shock as Adam allows himself to be taken away by that little demon

---

. after carefully maneuvering around the school so no one would see them in their current predicament they made it over to the student parking lot where a small white car resided

. Lucifer unlocked it with a push of his key's button, went to the passenger side to open the door for Adam, and went to his side to start the car, before turning to Adam

Lucifer: do you mind giving me your address?

Adam: No, please don't it's my aunt's day off and she'll freak the fuck out if she sees this.

. he says while referring to his damaged eye

Lucifer: ok I get it, um well, if your comfortable with it, are you okay with coming back to my house? I can get you the right medical aid you need

. Adam doesn't say anything as he silently nods

. The drive there is silent and tense as Adam's attention is solely focused on what is happening out the window, while Lucifer keeps checking on him every so often

. They soon made it to a high-class condo complex, they park in front of one and Lucifer quickly opens his door to open Adam's and helps him out

. They head inside and Lucifer calls out to Uriel, he breathes a sigh of relief when he gets no response

Lucifer: Ok were good, let me take you to the kitchen

. There he gets Adam a bag full of ice and he gently places it on his eye, wincing from the slight flinch from the cold

Lucifer: you need anything else? are you hungry or thirsty?

Adam: all I need now is how to tell my Aunt on how I got this, though shouldn't you be more concerned with your own injuries?

Lucifer: I think the worst I got was a bump on the head, I'm ok

. It was true that while he had some bruises he was mostly a-ok

Lucifer: but if you really need an excuse for her, just say you accidentally ran into a door while rushing to class

. suddenly Adam's phone starts to buzz he picks it up and sighs seeing the caller's ID

Adam: speak of the devil (answers it) hey Aunt Sera, no I uh stopped at Mcdonald's for an after practice snack with a friend, yeah I know they cause people to get fat but guess what that sentiment can't really be applied to me when I'm already fat, no that's not sarcasm that is stating facts, uh huh, yeah, yeah I'll be home soon ok, I don't know an hour soon ok? See you then, yeah love you too

. he ends the call and looks at Lucifer

Adam: ok, situation averted, for now at least, so

Lucifer: So?

Adam: (sighs and looks straight into Lucifer's eyes) you have exactly thirty minutes and explain why the Hell you've been trying to follow me around and won't just leave me alone? I mean if you're trying to apologize over what happened in Eden you're doing a pretty shitty job at it

Lucifer: I, I'm sorry but while I did want to talk to you about the whole Eden situation, I don't see why I have to apologize for anything

Adam: um ok how about you stealing my girlfriend then making me feel like complete shit by constantly following me around and trying to shove your tongue down her throat, oh! and let's not forget the rumors that destroyed my reputation, because I know you and Lilith were the ones that start them!

Lucifer: first of all, YOU broke up with Lilith first I think that made it perfectly ok for me to "Steal your girlfriend" second I didn't start those rumors I swear I didn't Lilith must've said something to her friends and those friends said something to their friends and it probably spiraled out of control from there, thirdly Lilith was the one to drag me to those places I swear it was a giant coincidence

Adam: Broke up with her, what the Hell are you talking about I didn't break up with her she broke up with me by being a slut!

Lucifer: what about Eve then?! the girl you left Lilith for!

Adam: You mean Eve my cousin?

Lucifer: what?

Adam: Eve is my cousin, and she was a new student there and I was just helping her settle in!

Lucifer: I, I, you're not lying to me, are you?

Adam: What the actual fuck would I earn by lying to you?! No, I'm not lying she was the one who fucking cheated on me why don't you get that?!

. Lucifer took a shaky breath and turned away eyes going wide in realization

Lucifer: she lied; she's been playing me this whole time

Adam: YES! finally you see the truth, she was a lying cheating alpha whore who only cared about her own wants and needs

Lucifer: A, Adam I, I am so, so fucking sorry I swear I didn't know I just I swear if I knew the truth I wouldn't have done that...if it makes you feel any better, she wasn't the best girlfriend to me either

Adam: Makes me feel a little better

Lucifer: I don't know how I'm going to make it up to you, actually I have an idea

Adam: what is it?

Lucifer: this Friday I don't know if your aware but there's a festival happening at school and if you're ok with it, why don't you let me take you? we could have fun and get to know each other better, get to know the real us, not the version's Lilith's lies had created; so what do you say wanna do it?

Adam: Uh I

. Adam didn't know what to say to an offer like that, he literally just spilled his guts to someone who he held onto a great amount of resent towards, or he at least he did once the realization that Lucifer was used just like he was, he supposed that maybe he could give him a second chance

Adam: sure, what's the harm

---

. Later when Lucifer drops Adam off in front of his house, he walks him to his door when Adam turns to address him

Adam: Well, I'll see you later, I I'm glad we had this chance to finally clear the air

Lucifer: me too

. Lucifer gives him a soft smile which caused Adam to blush then in a last-minute decision Adam places a soft kiss on his cheek, Lucifer's face turns to a deep Scarlett and before he had a chance to react Adam went inside closing the door

. Lucifer's lips split open into a goofy grin as he sways his way back to the car in a lovesick manner

. Inside Adam reels from realization from what he just did when he suddenly hears his aunt

Sera: Oh good your back hopefully you didn't ruin your appetite because dinner is, IS THAT A BLACK EYE?!

. Oh shit he forgot about that

(sorry it’s late, hope you liked it)

#hazbin hotel #adamsapple #high school au #omegaverse #Omega Adam #Alpha Lucifer #Lute

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dragonpastels · 4 months

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Master post time!

since I seem to have lost all control, I thought I'd put together this post to organize everything for you peeps!

Cracked Conscience

Just some normal turtle lives for our normal turtle boys. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

Main Comic

Chapter 1. Drama and Dragons

Chapter 2. A Different Shade of Purple

CC Ref Sheets

Evil Donnie Linework + Battle Shell

Q&A With the Hidden City's Most Wanted!

Do you have a burning question to ask our wonderful host? Like their favorite color? What did they do today? Or deep philosophical questions? Or do you just want to give them unwarranted gifts? Well, here is your chance to ask until the feed drops!

⚠️Warning by submitting a question you accept the risk of the following: kidnapping, experimentation, dismemberment, collection, emotional damage, death. Any or all of these may occur per the host's discretion. This contract is legally binding and cannot be broken or altered.⚠️

4th wall breaks (Jack Horner Animatic Related) You're all on my list You Heathen Brother Opinions

Shiny Rock Bribe

Can I Pet him? (Bad Ending)

The Poke/Jupiter Jim Marathon Time!

Snack time with Insults for dessert!

What if I got in a Sparring Match?

Does he like plushies?

How many times have you set a building on fire?

A gift of flowers

WHY ARE YOU GrAY???

GMF: Genetically Modified Furbies

How much sleep have you gotten? (why are you gray pt. 2)

IT'S 15 Rip Bozo (why are you gray pt. 3)

has he always looked this way?

the universe decides

Jack Horner Animatic (where it all started)

although the animatic is mostly non-canon to the comic there could still potentially be spoilers, so if you'd like to avoid any and all, avoid the animatic for now.

animatic

How to Train Your Turtle

You like How to Train Your Dragon and Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles? Well, you're in luck! Because these boys are now dragons and poor April is stuck with them after crashing on their island.

Chapter 1. Stranded

Ask Shenanigans

Dragon Logs

Dragon Shenanigans

Pre-Besties April/Donnie dynamic

Mikey the cuddle gremlin

A shiny rock for Donnie, tasty book snack

#masterpost #ccau #cracked conscience au #crackedconscience #how to train your turtle #httyt #rottmnt au #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt

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thiccpersonality · 4 months

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Damian (Gremlin) Wayne...and his even more gremlin-esque family pt. 3

After twenty long minutes of fighting Richard, Jason and Tim have finally managed to take their seats (at Bruce's insistence). Richard and Jason glare at Tim harshly for managing to get the right side chair next to Bruce, the younger boy smiling victoriously and scooting his chair closer to the confused man.

Bruce: "What is going on with you boys?"

Tim gives a mean glare to Damian right quick before blinking innocently up at the older man: "Nothing suspicious...just the regular amount of fighting and attempted bloodshed is all."

Bruce hums slowly and squints suspiciously at Tim's overly bright smile but softens at the boy scooting his plate closer to him and eating happily. Well, he can't argue much if Tim is willingly eating on time.

Damian violently shoves a piece of his salmon in his mouth at how close Drake is getting to his father, his eyes narrowing at the devious smile the other gives him at Bruce patting his hand gently. At Bruce's gentle show of affection for another that is not biologically related to him causes Damian to tighten his grip on his fork, his left hand reaching out to tug Bruce's hand away from Tim and bring it to his stomach, sighing contentedly at the warmth in the palm resting on his belly.

Before Bruce can ask Damian why he did that, said boy looks up at Bruce curiously: "I heard from Pennyworth that you were planning for my academic endeavors-"

Jason stabs at his fish violently while side eyeing Damian: "Schooling, it's called schooling. Is it so fucking hard for you to speak like a normal child?"

Damian turns up his nose while his left eye twitches at being interrupted: "Listen, Todd. Just because I don't talk like an uneducated, unloved and brainless street urchin such as yourself. Don't be jealous."

Bruce gasps quietly at Damian's language-sometimes he forgets how violent his baby son could be-and softly squeezes at Damian's stomach in warning: "Damian Wayne, we don't speak to family that way, especially when it's not true or needed. And Jason, try being a little kinder and gentler with Damian...I don't care that he was trained under the best assassins, he's still just a baby."

Damian frowns and feels irritation rise at his father implying that he needs to be coddled, his said feelings quickly washing away at a large hand carding through his hair and Bruce kissing the top of his head gently.

Green eyes filled with malice towards Jason look up innocently at Bruce, Damian smiling and snuggling back into Bruce as the man continues to dote on him: "I guess I am a baby. YOUR baby. BIOLOGICAL. BLOOD son." Bruce sighs and just pats his youngest on the head, not noticing (or choosing to not pay attention to) his three eldest children in varying degrees and expressions of anger.

Jason locks his eyes onto Damian's and aggressively bites at the salmon, to which Damian just turns his nose up at the pitiable display. Green eyes turn to Tim next, eyebrow raising as the second youngest blankly stares at Damian while mouthing "don't fall to sleep", a weak attempt at frightening him if you ask Damian. And lastly is Richard who is holding that friendly smile on his face while eyeing Damian like a hawk, the man's smile growing when Damian finally looks at him.

It's at a phone ringing that Damian breaks eye contact with the eldest, lips turning into a frown at Bruce sighing and lifting him up, only to place him in his seat and telling everyone he'll be right back.

Well, as soon as Bruce leaves the chaos erupts. Damian turns his head back to face the rest of his new family, only to be greeted with Tim's face in his own.

Tim: "So first you pop up here unexpectedly like a pimple and now you want to hog Bruce to yourself? You are sitting in his seat...I don't think I've ever even sat in his seat."

Damian's smirk is haughty while responding: "Listen Drake, if your ass were to touch this seat, I would have to burn it to spare my father from the disease you surely must be carrying."

Jason and his constant willingness to tease Tim whenever he gets the chance just snorts: "Whaddya mean? Timbo here IS the whole disease short stuff."

Damian growls and throws his fork at Jason, the utensil landing above the teen's shoulder: "Don't ever call me by that name again! While we can agree that Tim is a disease I do not appreciate your ridiculous nicknames for people."

Richard finally interrupts with a sigh: "Everyone calm down. We don't want to ruin Bruce's night too much, if we are going to war about this, why not be civilized and play it cool so we don't alert or distress B?"

Jason flicks a piece of his salmon at the older: "Do I really have to be the one that has to tell you all the reasons playing civilized is stupid, Dickhead? One: it's a war, you know the thing that is filled with bloodshed and violence? And two: I am NOT playing nice with Timmy Neutron and the Oompa Loompa over there, I'd rather kill myself."

Tim crosses his arms and blows a piece of hair out from his face: "Then just get on with it already then. The sooner you kill yourself the less competition there is-"

Damian nods in agreement and gives a mean look to Jason: "Plus, I don't think anyone would care about your second death this time around."

Alfred sighs loudly and slams his palms against the table: "That is quite enough! If you boys are so convinced on having your little battle right now, then fine, but do not degrade each other with your traumas. That is a horribly low blow."

The four boys look at Alfred apologetically and quietly apologize, watching as the man stands and takes his plate to the kitchen.

It's as soon as the second real adult leaves the room that the boys glare at each other and start tossing their remaining food at one another. Spouting threats and curses while planning on how to one-up the other to gain more of Bruce's attention.

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serxinns · 5 months

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Yandere Mha x Scarlet witch Reader Part 2

Shout out to @lady-ashfade she helped me on the mount lady part (cause I didn't know her well)

Part 1

Part 3

Part 4

Hawks(Platonic)

I wanted to make a pt 2 cause why tf not and because I got more confident of doing the others hope ya like it!

•Hawks is more of a fun big brother and always hides Yandere's tendencies from you he doesn't let himself go too far or let you suspect his actions and would quickly reassure you

•he nicknames you scar for short for scarlet which

•Hawks is like a protective big brother he would secretly watch out for you at any time he can get and whenever he's out of petrol or is required to do missions he leaves a feather on ur clothes or in ur bagpsck so u won't notice

•Hawks is obsessive and protective at the same time he loves every single thing about you he loves to spoil you at any time he can get and when he does he always gifted you his merch heck one time he gifted you his own hoodie with his signature on it saying "Love you little gremlin 😘"

•Hawks loves his fans but he's not hesitate to call them out to protect you if his fangirls try to harm you or harass you. One time he saw one of his fangirls push you out of the way and say rude remarks while trying to reach him that made Hawks pissed as hell and the next day the fans were all arrested cause of some rumors he made up

•whenever you tried of your classmates and teachers gushing all over you fighting to get your attention hawks would always swoop down and grab you after school away from ur classmates and teachers while they all glared and cussed him out and takes you to a secret place nobody knows (it can be an arcade, a garden your choice!) and the both of you would have fun until he had to take you back

• The UA teachers hate him and he loves to teach him with it by hugging you kissing you on the forehead and swinging you around in his arm with a sly smirk on his face

Nezu (Platonic)

•Nezu Knew you were special even before when he saw how you beat those robots with ease and now you'll use ur powers to make them explode ur fighting techniques were very creative yet very reckless cause it did caused u to get hurt he got so worried

•Nezu is the type of principal who would call you in the middle of the class for an important meeting when it's just wanting to have a tea and chat

•Nezu is like a fun uncle he's less strict than the UA if you ever get detention or in trouble and have to go to the principal he'll try to comfort you and let you know that ur not in the wrong even if you are at times

He'll let you know that he'll always be there

•Nezu would do a background check on you to make sure you weren't hiding anything

(sorry idk nezu much)

All Might (Platonic)

•All might is a very worried grandpa whenever he sees you hurt he would immediately go to the nurses office and brings you our favorite snacks 1st he has to see izulu hurt now you!? Give this grandpa a break 😭

•All might would be so worried about you fighting or training so he'd ask Aizawa to lighten up the training for u or maybe he trains with you (Which it works kinda )

•whenever you're in the middle of class he would always barge in his big form just to see your cute shocked face

•Hes very clingy so clingy that mic and All might would have a war about it to see how much they know about you

•All Might and Midnight would team up with the rest of the teachers and adults so they can both spend time with you and share you

•All might LOVES to out little cards with praises with his merch on it (he does it to Midoirya too) saying "Good luck superstar!" or "Keep trying" you might seemed annoyed but deep inside it kinda cheered you up a bit

•He would try and secretly set you up with Midoriya like giving him advice about love and giving him the stuff to gift to you he would even be the third wheel to see if your hang-out was going ok

Fatgum (platonic)

•Fatgum LOVES to get you big bear hugs like ALOT of them whenever he sees you he runs up to you and hugs and spin around you

•Fatgum Loves to take you to uncle and niece's fun times he would take you to the carnival if it's around or those summer festivals but when it's not he takes to his and your fav restaurants

•This Dude is protective ASF whenever Fatgum can't be there with you he makes Kirkshima and Tamaki (Yes he's a Yandere too) to watch out for you just in case and promise to protect you

•Fatgum will also help Kirishima to get with you he loves seeing his intern student happy so he teaches Kiri about love and how things are "manly" he also teaches him how to be sneaky and not get caught with his yandere tendencies he teaches tamaki as well and wishes them good luck

•If anyone messes with you this dude will turn from a happy little goofy uncle to a serious threat he will suffocate that person until they turn purple and prob beat them up a bit and after that's done he, Kiri and tamaki would go comfort you

Mount Lady (Platonic)

•Mount lady LOVES to dress you up in the prettiest outfits and make sure you are comfortable with the outfits she chooses she also makes sure u choose as well and when u come out she will praise you like ur a famous fashion star on the runway

•She notices how class 1a and the teachers would always bother you and baby you and get mad (cause she wanna baby you too) so she would take you away with her giant size and walk away she loves seeing you in her big form you're so tiny and adorable!

•Mount lady would convince you to try to play and tease with your classmates you hesitated at 1st but you thought of how overbearing they are and now how clingy and overprotective they are so you agreed

•Mount Lady would teach you how to flirt, Tease and play with your classmate's hearts she would even give u fashion advice

•Mount Lady would go from a sweet gentle mother to a scary Feral mama bear if anyone touches you she wants to be the only one to touch, hug, and cuddle you

•Shes always despise the UA teachers trying to steal you away from her your her cub! And what kind of mama bear would she be if she let those lowlives mess with HER child?

•Mount Lady and Midnight are deadly enemies she hated hates Midnight would always cuddle you and call you Moonbean every time Midnight would get so close she suddenly appeared between the two of you and tried to distract you by getting you excited for ice cream and making you buy it while she has a little talk with midnight she also dislikes mic as well

"Go on little cub go get us ice cream while I deal with this pest~"

Next thing you know they're fighting while you excitedly wait for your favorite ice cream flavor

Should I add Yandere's big 3 if so should they be romantic or platonic?

#Yandere Ua #yandere bnha #bnha fluff #tw obsessive behavior #tw stalking #tw yandere #yandere Ua Teachers #scarlet witch #marvel

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writingjourney · 1 year

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ziplocked love pt. 3 | dew x fem!reader

summary: you visit dew on tour and finally get to do all the things you've been so desperately missing.

content: ~8.5k words (I'm sorry, it developed a life of its own), this is a mix of light-hearted/silly and some slightly more emotional conversations, lots of smut and fluff (18+ only) (some praise, slight blood kink, rough sex, biting, p in v, dew being more subby at some point), banter, mentions of reader dealing with some anxiety, Aether being a cutie yet again

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Read on Ao3

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On top of the world, or in the depths of despair.

Goethe was right – there is but a gossamer thread between the greatest happiness and the greatest pain for the one who loves.

Today you’re not shifting between extremes, but you’re both at the same time. The worst and best mood fighting for dominance. The worst because you missed the ritual you were supposed to attend because your flight got delayed. The best because in a few minutes you get to see Dew. The worst because you’re worried about how your visit will go. The best because no matter how it goes, you get to see Dew.

The venue is a labyrinth but unlike Theseus you’re not looking for the minotaur who would probably be easy to spot but your long lost boyfriend… who is most likely hidden in some sort of dressing room. Ten minutes ago you got dropped off by your taxi, someone let you in backstage after seeing your visitor’s pass, took your luggage to take it to the busses, and then just left, too busy with packing up.

And so now you’re not only late, but stranded.

You’re pretty sure you’ve passed those bathroom signs before. Twice. Just like in the abbey when you first got there, your sense of orientation is not adapting fast enough to the new, confusing surroundings. You follow a random green arrow to a white-walled hallway you’re pretty certain you haven’t seen so far, even though they all look the same. After a few steps, you vaguely make out muffled voices…

The first one you spot is Aether.

He’s already changed, carrying a small bag and eating a banana, still in human glamour. When he sees you, he drops the bag and swallows the rest of the fruit in one go, practically sprinting into you. It’s not a real bodycheck but the impact makes you stumble nonetheless. And yet Aether’s arms grip you so impossibly tight that you don’t need to worry about falling. He lifts you up and spins you around, so many times you feel dizzy when he sets you back down.

“Ew, you still smell like that little gremlin,” he mumbles into your hair, squeezing you once more. “Disgusting.”

You think it’s mean he can still smell him on you when you’ve lost his scent for over a week now. Nevertheless it makes you chuckle. “I missed you, too, Aether.”

“Hey, I did really miss you,” he says. “But I know someone who missed you so bad he was staring at his phone all day, screen time up by two-hundred percent at least. Someone who got so grumpy when we teased him about you that he almost bit Swiss’s head off and I mean that in a literal sense. He fucking hissed at him, we had to tie him up.”

You laugh, you can’t help it. It’s then that you hear a door open, rapid footsteps that you’d recognise anywhere. Aether steps aside just in time before Dew slams into you. He practically jumps on you, making you both stumble backwards. In the narrow hallway he manages to steady you against a wall, catching the impact with his side. Both arms tightly slung around his shoulders, you take in his scent, the feeling of his slender body wrapped around yours.

“I heard you and I felt you…” He lets out a growl. “Fuck, I can’t believe you’re here. Oh, fuck fuck fuck.”

You whimper, tears already pricking your eyes. He feels so good, so warm even in his human glamour. His hair tickles your nose and that feeling alone is enough to fully make you cry.

This is where you’re supposed to be.

For the first time in over a month you feel like you’re finally home.

You sob against him and he squeezes you even tighter, one hand wandering into your hair while the other one presses against the small of your back.

“Fuck, baby, don’t cry please.” When he breaks away to look at your face you can see that his eyes are glassy as well. Then he smiles brightly. “Hey, look, it’s my pretty girl.”

You let out a sound somewhere between a sob and a chuckle. Dew cradles your face, wiping the tears away. Then he rests his forehead against yours.

“I missed you so much,” you blubber out.

“I missed you too,” he says. “But damn you smell like Aether. I can’t believe he beat me to it.”

You smile. “Funny, he said the same thing about you.”

“Did he?”

“Mhm, said I still smell like you.”

“She did, it was awful,” Aether says somewhere behind you. “By the way that was very cute to watch. I sent the video to the group chat.”

Dew ignores him, buries his face in your neck and takes a long, drawn-out sniff, nose tickling your sensitive skin until you have to giggle. “Hmmm yea a little, but you smell even more like yourself which is far better. And I’m sure I’m getting Aether off of you in no time.”

“How’re you gonna do that?”

He leans in. “Oh, I have some ideas.”

“Ehhhh, get a room, please,” Aether interrupts. “Since you want privacy so much these days I won’t ask if I can join.”

Dew flips him off but pulls you into his dressing room anyway, practically slamming the door shut. You have no time to look around. He immediately pushes you up against the wall, kissing you so hard you think he’s trying to swallow you. His mouth is insistent, his tongue only waiting for your first moan so it can taste you almost violently. Your lips are going to be bruised later, but you don’t care, you try your best to kiss him back just as hard.

He breaks away only when you’re both short of suffocating, your chest burning from lack of oxygen. Dew swallows all of it, like a blaze eating itself through all the fuel it can find.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” he says between deep breaths. “Oh fuck.”

Your reply is a meek whimper. It’s like your brain has lost any control over your body.

“I want you so much I’m losing my mind.” He groans and you see his glamour slip as he loses control. “I can’t hold it in. I’m going mad.”

You pull him closer, driven by the same desperation. “Kiss me again. Don’t fucking stop.”

He wastes not a second before devouring you again, pinning you to the wall with the little weight he has but with surprising strength nonetheless. You burn up from his sudden heat spreading out to you and it feels like you’re burning with him. His knee is pushing between your legs and you settle onto it, relishing in the friction it provides.

Dew pulls your hips towards his, your back arching into him until there is not a millimetre of space left between you. With his tongue in your mouth, his thigh digging into your core and his heat basically boiling you alive you start to feel faint.

It’s too much all at once, so much pleasure and desire but so much worry and pent up anxiety, and you feel tears in your eyes again, a sniffle leaving you after a barely concealed attempt not to cry. You turn your face away to gasp for air, effectively causing him to stop dead in his tracks.

“Fuck, baby, did I hurt you?”

You snivel. “No, no.”

He sets you down, one hand carefully cradling your cheek to turn your face back to him. “More good tears?”

Nodding, you press yourself to his chest for a hug. “Sorry.”

His arms are ready for you, holding you, one hand stroking your hair in soothing circles. And maybe the break is necessary to help your lungs recover, to ease the anxiety. Dew is still hot but he’s cooling down with every second, making it easier to breathe.

“You know you can tell me,” he finally says. “We’ve been here before, on the phone, and I didn’t like it.”

“It’s just… I missed you so much,” you admit. “I’m so relieved.”

He smiles. “Me too, baby. I missed you so fucking much.”

You can’t help the Really? that spills out.

Dew immediately frowns. “What? Do you doubt that?”

Staring at his chest to avoid his gaze you shrug. “No… but I feel so pathetic because you did so much better than me. I’m such a mess without you.”

He lets you go, frowning, tilting your chin up. “You think I didn’t miss you?”

“No, I know you did, just…” You shrug, averting your gaze again to play with his shirt instead. “I mean I know you missed my body a whole lot and I know you missed the rest of me, but… I wouldn’t expect you to struggle as much. Maybe I am fragile after all.”

Dew looks offended. “Babe, no, that’s not true. I know I can come off… like… like touching you is all I think about. Aether made me do this stupid quiz and said my love language is physical touch. So it’s just how I best know to express my love for you, okay?”

You stare at him, the unexpected admission circling in your mind. “O-okay.”

“Of course I missed all of you.” He shakes his head, pulling you close again. “Silly little minx.”

You bury into him, trying to get as close as you can. He’s so incredibly warm, so comforting, his frame perfect for your shape. You fit right in, like you never left.

“Let’s go, huh? Cuddle on the bus until we’re alone?” he eventually asks. “I’ll even let you be the little spoon.”

“Can’t let you go,” you mumble against his neck. “‘m sorry. I feel really clingy right now.”

“That’s fine, I love it when you are.” He pulls you even tighter. “For all I care you don’t have to let go of me for the next five days. Or… forever, really.”

You smile against his neck. “But you’ll be on stage Sunday.”

“I’ll just carry you around like a baby monkey all day,” he says. “You’ll have to live with watching me pee though.”

“’s fine, I can ho…”

“No, you won’t hold it,” he interrupts.

“Boring.”

“Who’s boring? Dew?” Swiss’s head is peeking into the room. When he sees you’re decent, he comes inside. “I thought I’d find you fucking on the floor or something.”

“What, like we’re some kind of animals?” Dew asks in mock offence.

“Uhm, do I have to remind you of that time whe–“

“No!” you interrupt. “No, you were right to be cautious, Swiss.”

“Oh, I wasn’t trying to be cautious, I was going to ask to join in.”

“In your dreams,” Dew says, clinging to you even tighter.

Swiss scoffs. “I know you’re a selfish ass now but I thought it was worth a try. Anyway, actually I’m here to tell you we’re heading off. Better get ready or we’re leaving you behind.”

“You wouldn’t leave my girlfriend,” Dew says confidently.

“No, I’m talking specifically about you. I can take care of her, I’m sure Aether would help me.”

“Mind your fucking business, Swiss, or I swear to Satan–“

You shut him up by pulling him closer, hand pressed to his chest. “We’re ready to go, Swiss, thanks.”

Swiss gives you a saccharine smile and when he notices Dew’s narrowed eyes he blows him a kiss, then ducks out of the room just in time to avoid his wrath in the form of a flying guitar pick.

“Don’t be so mean to him.” You press a kiss to his cheek, nuzzling his skin.

“He’s the most dangerous of them all,” Dew just says. “Sexy bastard.”

“You don’t think I’d do anything with him without your consent?”

“No, no, I don’t.” He runs a hand over his face. “Sorry, I’m worked up. Fuck. This is so intense.”

You feel bad for ruining your passionate moment and leaving him all high and dry. In truth you couldn’t have fucked in here anyway, at least not if you wanted more than a stupid quickie for your reunion.

Dew sees it in your expression. “Don’t you dare apologise.”

You keep your mouth shut and he scowls in warning, so you swallow the words on your tongue. His arms wrap around you for one more hug, nose nuzzling your neck, and you can feel he’s still not fully recovered.

“I’ll make it up to you,” you whisper. “Promise.”

“You have nothing to make up for, silly,” he says, kissing your nose. “Come on, gotta pack the rest of my things and then we’ve got all night.”

You help him gather his belongings, motivated by that promise, and five minutes later he grabs your hand and pulls you towards the bus. Everyone else is already waiting inside, so upon entering you’re pulled into a plethora of hugs, so so many wet kisses pressed to your face.

“So good to see you,” Cirrus says, hugging you closest of them all.

The ghoulettes adopted you very early on in the relationship with Dew, just like Aether who immediately pulls you to his side, not planning to let go of you anytime soon with his heavy arm draped around your shoulders.

“So, how’s everything at home?” he asks.

“Oh, it’s–“

“Come on, you can pester my girlfriend tomorrow, gimme some time with her,” Dew complains, big pouty scowl on his face and arms crossed in front of him.

“She’s our girlfriend, too!” Aether complains.

“Absolutely,” Cirrus agrees. “We haven’t seen her in over a month either! Stop being obsessed.”

You grin, all the love making you dizzy.

“Ah, i miei figli, we are all happy that she is here, but he is right,” Papa says. “Give them some time, eh?”

You break free from Aether’s strong grasp, following Dew to the back of the bus where the bunk beds are. He throws his mask somewhere, then pulls you into his booth and closes the curtain. Before you even manage to get comfortable in the tiny space, you’re wrapped up tightly in his arms.

“You’re mine,” he mumbles. “Mine, mine, mine.”

You smile against his neck. “I am.”

His knee pushes between your legs and you wrap one of them around him, getting impossibly close. You missed being cuddled up to your own personal furnace, his comfortable warmth immediately easing your anxiety from earlier. When you slide one of your hands under his shirt, feeling his hot skin on your fingertips, you let out a content sigh. Meanwhile Dew starts stroking your back, breathing a similar sigh into your hair.

“I love you so much,” he says. “You have no fucking idea.”

“I love you, too.”

He hums but the sound turns into a low purr, pressing gentle kisses to your temple, your forehead, your cheeks. Before long he’s kissing your mouth and then the kisses stop being gentle altogether. He’s half on top of you, his mouth pushing yours open, sharp teeth nibbling at whatever he can reach – your tongue, your bottom lip, your jaw. When he bites your lip once more, harder this time, you taste blood. You moan into his mouth, moan again when he involuntarily bucks his hips, his hard cock pressing against your centre.

“I want you so much,” he says, breaking away to bury his face in your neck instead. “Fuck, it’s torture. I’m so turned on right now, I feel like I’m on fire.”

You can’t help but giggle. “I know. You’re practically cooking me right now.”

He kisses your neck, lips lingering just below your ear. “And how’s that feel?”

It’s hard to ignore the tingles, the throbbing between your legs. “It’s toasty. I think I’ll be medium rare in a second.”

His teeth dig into your skin then, barely avoiding to break it. “You know that’s how I like my flesh.”

“Thought you always went raw?”

He chuckles, pulling you even closer. “Fuck, I missed you so much, baby.”

“I missed you, too.”

“If we’re not there in the next ten minutes I’m fucking you here and they’re going to have to live with it. They can’t blame me, they know it’s dangerous to make me wait for what I want.”

“If we fuck in here they can drive us to the hospital instead because you’d probably snap me in half. This space is far too small.”

“Hey, I can be careful and gentle!”

You hide a smirk. “No, I don’t think you could be right now.”

He sighs in defeat, pressing his face back to your neck. “I hate that you’re right.”

You stay like that, stroking his soft hair, both of you whimpering and groaning whenever you rub against each other. It’s like a miracle when the bus finally comes to a stop. You somehow stumble outside after squeezing past everyone else, random ghoul body parts pressing into you. The others loudly complain but quickly shut up when Dew gives them death stare after death stare. Swiss gives you an “I’m gonna knock on your door later” but Dew is so fast, you don’t have to worry about any bloody consequences.

“I already banished Aether to Rain’s room,” he explains, not bothering to go any slower even as you reach the hotel lobby and he has to focus on his human glamour again. “They always make me share these days because they know I’m not bringing anyone back.”

“And Aether?”

“He just loves to be roommates. But he can be Rain’s roommate for a few nights.”

You get into an elevator and he doesn’t waste a second before he kisses you, his mask bumping against your forehead. The ride is far too short anyway and a bing, followed by the doors sliding open, rips you out of the kiss. Dew is still impatient, practically fuming, so you’re dragged to the right room, watch him struggle with the keycard, mumbling a string of curses before he finally gets it open. He immediately throws the mask away again, his human glamour fading in an instant.

You’re on him before he can even react, pressing yourself against him as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. Dew immediately kisses you, hands digging into your ass so hard that you can feel his claws even through the fabric of your pants. He is frantic and bites your already broken lip more than once, moaning at the metallic taste of your blood. It makes you kiss him even harder.

You start fumbling with his jeans, but as you finally open the button he pushes your hands away, doing much faster work at getting them down. So impatient. He’s not even wearing briefs and for a second that surprises you so much you let out a moan when your hand connects with his bare erection.

“Thought they’d only be in the way,” Dew just says, pulling his shirt over his head.

You want to take him in, this body that you missed so much, but he’s already kissing you again, obscuring your view. It’s your turn to undress then but as you try to open your pants, he again pushes your hands away to do it much faster himself. You’re naked in practically thirty seconds.

“You’re so impatient,” you mumble. “Am I too slow for you?”

“Yes.”

You scoff, raking your hand through his hair when he starts kissing your neck. He nibbles on your skin, then gives a harsh bite. A sudden wave of lust makes your pussy throb.

“I waited long enough, ceremonials can fuck off. I just want to be inside of you and fuck you senseless.”

He’s not exaggerating. Two seconds later he’s too impatient to keep messing with your neck and pushes you onto the clean white hotel bed. You bounce, watching in awe as he crawls over you like a wild animal hunting down his prey. Yet again your struck by his preternatural beauty, the edges of his face framed by his silky hair, the white horns, flawless grey skin.

“You’re so pretty,” you say, reaching out to cradle his cheek.

Dew smirks, eyes glinting as he leans into your touch. “So are you, baby. The prettiest.”

The tender moment is gone as fast as it came. He leans down to kiss you again, tongue pushing into your mouth without any warning. He’s forceful, impatient, all passion and violent lust. Teeth dig into your lips, hands grope you painfully hard, his tail twists around your leg in a vice grip. You haven’t seen this animalistic side on him in a while and it reminds you of the early days of your relationship. He’s always passionate, always feral, even when he’s occasionally more submissive, but the rougher the sex the longer you need to recover. So he’s been trying to tame it.

There is nothing tame about him now.

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted you as much as I do right now.” He exhales sharply, nose nuzzling your neck before his eyes meet yours again. “Fuck, I feel like I’m in heat. I can’t… please, tell me this is okay. Let me be rough with you.”

“Be as rough as you want. Please, I need you so much.”

He growls and you can see how any rational thought leaves him, his pupils blown wide with unbridled lust. He bends down and you think he’s about to go for your neck again, but he stops right by your ear instead, taking a heavy breath.

“What’s the safe word, baby?” he asks, nibbling on your earlobe. “Tell me.”

“Dew–”

“I know, but we need to be safe.”

“Red velvet.”

“Good girl.” He kisses your pulse, sucks just the tiniest bit. “Now you have to do exactly what I tell you. I’m gonna wreck you, baby, and you’ll take it like a good girl without complaints, yeah?”

“I will. Promise.”

“Good. Hands and knees, right now.”

He smacks your ass and you scramble to turn around, so fast you bump against him as you do so. Dew, ever helpful, pulls your hips up as soon as you manage. You can feel his erection against your ass when he leans into you, hot and already leaking. His sharp nails trail over your back, gripping your hips tightly. But he doesn’t go all in yet. Instead you can feel his mouth on your lower back. He bites gently while his hands kneed the flesh on your hips. You automatically sigh at his touch. Now that you have it again, you cannot imagine how you managed to go without it for so long. It’s pure bliss, the single best thing in the world, to be so close to him.

His mouth wanders down to your butt, nibbling at the soft skin there and trailing kisses all over. Suddenly, he bites you forcefully, a sharp pain spreading out in you as his fangs sink in. You yelp in surprise, a sound that turns into a moan when he licks the tender skin afterwards. Every touch sends sparks to your core and your walls clench around nothing.

“Hm, almost forgot how much you like this,” he mumbles, moving a few centimetres before he bites you again, soothing the spot with his lips this time. “I’m sorry I’m so impatient, baby.”

“’s okay, me too.”

“I’m just gonna fuck you now,” he says and you know he’s promising to be loving later, when this is out of the way. You have four whole days ahead of you for all kinds of love-making. Now all you want is to be released from this torture, to finally have him inside of you.

And there is no resistance when he slowly starts pushing in. “Fuck, you’re so wet, babe.”

“Mhm, more.”

“Wanna take it all at once, huh? My pretty baby, so hungry for my cock.” He rams into you, one hard thrust, bottoming out immediately. “Fucking have it.”

You cry out but there is only a dull pain when he hits your cervix, nothing else. The sensation quickly turns into pleasure when he starts moving, one slow thrust, testing the waters. His patience is still gone, though. As soon as he sees you’re okay he just hammers into you, roughly pulling your hips into his. You lose balance, falling face-down onto the mattress. Your hands reach out, uselessly grabbing the sheets for support. The change of angle makes you see stars. Suddenly he’s hitting you right every single time, so hard you’re a moaning, mewling mess within seconds. He gives your butt another smack, pain woven into pleasure, and you clench around him.

“Hmmm, fuck… Dew…” you whine. “Fuck, I’m gonna…”

„No no no no,“ he interrupts. „Don’t you dare come yet. Don’t you fucking dare.“

You whimper, unable to form any words of protest, and he pulls out just before you can stumble over the edge.

„‘m sorry…“ He inhales sharply, grabs your hips to flip you around. „Fuck, I need to see your face when you come. I didn’t think you’d be so fast.“

With that he pushes back in, same rough pace as before. This time, the angle isn’t as good but you’re not complaining because now you get to see him, too. And it is a sight, his lean body, muscles tense and moving, his chiseled features contorted in pleasure, forked tongue poking out in concentration. He leans down, pressing a sloppy kiss to your bruised lips. His hand finds your neck, just holding, not pressing in, a sharp nail scraping against your chin. You moan at the sensation, reaching out to grab his hair, pull the slightest bit.

“Hm, you like that, huh? You like being my little toy?”

You nod, drunk on lust, unable to think properly.

“Words,” he says. “F-fucking say it.”

“I love it,” you say. “So much.”

“I know you do, you’d… you’d let me do whatever the fuck I want.” He starts moving even harder, thrusting so deep you start seeing stars. “You take it so well, baby, so fucking well. I want to hear you fucking screaming for me.”

You’re getting very close again, his rhythm almost violent, right at the precipice between agony and lust. You can already feel yourself leaning over the edge, the first tremors of pleasure in your limbs, but then…

There is a suspicious creaking sound and you think the bed just sank by a few centimetres. Dew falters for a moment but you grab his chin and force him to look at you.

„Don’t you fucking stop,“ you say breathlessly. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

You know he loves it when you’re commanding, so that’s all he needs to go on. He’s hammering into you until you’re finally falling, screaming his name as your walls convulse around him. It’s strangled, high-pitched, and you wrap your legs around his hips to keep from kicking out. His tail wraps around one of your thighs, almost pinching off the blood flow as he continues to thrust, the bed giving more painful moans. They barely register as you plummet into overstimulated whimpers, your whole body shaking.

When Dew comes it’s with a strangled moan, your name following soon after in a breathless whisper. He’s still propped up on one elbow but you can feel his body pressing you down. It’s an odd angle, something’s definitely not quite right.

“Fuck,” Dew says, still breathing hard.

“Mhm.”

He slowly rolls off of you, then moves to stand. „Uhm…“

„I think you broke it…“ you say, struggling to regain your composure as you sit up and take in the massive dent right in the middle of the bed.

„I broke it?“ he asks.

„You were the one pounding.“

„Your ass is right where the dent is, seems suspicious to me.“

You sigh, not sure if you should laugh or cry. When you try to get up the bed gives another tortured wail. Dew helps you stand and the sight is not any better from up there. What’s even worse than the dent is the wet stain right in the middle of it. You’re still dripping, but at least onto your thighs now.

„So, what do we do?“ you ask, fishing for some tissues to wipe yourself clean.

„Wait, let me get you a proper cloth.“

Before he can do that though there is a commotion right in front of the door to your hotel room. You recognise the voices of a bunch of ghouls and ghoulettes, talking all over each other so you can’t make out any words.

„Did someone die?“ Swiss finally asks loud and clear.

„No!“ Dew yells. „All good! Leave us the fuck alone!“

„Open the door?“

„Fuck no!“

The door opens away.

„Aether still had a card… OH!“

You cover your body with the sheets and go digging for some clothes.

„Don’t get dressed on my account,“ Swiss says with a smirk.

You think Dew is going to kill him right in this instance. But you’re in no mind to prevent that from happening. Instead you decide the bathroom is the safest option, so you go change in there, leaving the other ghouls to mediate.

In your hurry you only grab your panties and the shirt you wore for your flight. Your luggage is still in the bus, so you don’t have a choice. It has to be enough, you can shower and change again later when you get your clothes. You have no idea when Dew gets dressed but once you come back out he’s wearing boxers and a Metallica shirt, looking unharmed. It’s pretty obvious what you have just been up to, his hair is sticking up at odd angles and his cheeks are flushed. You can’t tell if it’s anger or the last remnants of lust.

Swiss, Aether, Rain, Cirrus and Cumulus are all standing in the middle of the room, their voices blending together into a cacophony of teasing, rage and laughter. Dew has his arms crossed, pouting, visibly struggling not to murder anyone.

You’re pretty sure you’re beet red by now.

„What’s going on here, eh?“

You freeze when you recognise Papa’s voice. He’s dressed in a red track suit and looks infinitely tired when he enters your room, probably woken up by the endless arguing of the ghouls.

„They broke the bed,“ Aether says before any of you can find a different excuse.

„They–“ Papa sighs. „Why am I not surprised?“

„We uh… need to go to reception to ask for a different room,“ Dew says. „Or… you.“

Papa’s eyes widen. „Me? I should go?“

„Well, you’re the authority figure here.“ Aether says.

„What do I tell them?“ he asks, fidgeting uncomfortably.

„I’m pretty sure they will know exactly why it’s broken,“ Swiss says, then loses his shit yet again, wheezing with laughter.

The other ghouls join in and you crawl into Dew’s arms, hiding your crimson face in the crook of his neck. This day seems to be truly cursed.

✦✧✦

Turns out being cursed is not all that bad.

Twenty minutes later, you and Dew get a cute new room, the last vacant one they have – the honeymoon suit. Because the hotel staff can’t see the ghouls in their earthly forms and the risk is too high, Papa is walking you. You got your suitcase in the meantime, the wheels soundless on the thick carpet as you trail after him. Face still flushed, you feel awful that he has to do this for you, especially after a ritual when he’s so exhausted.

„Alright, more careful now, huh? Be happy you only broke the bed and not your amore.“

He looks at Dew as he says this and your cheeks get even hotter. Dew only smirks and with a defeated sigh, papa retreats, closing the door on the way out. You hear him mutter something in Italian but when you look around the room, you stop caring.

It’s so beautiful.

The bed is heart-shaped, so much bigger than the other one, and the whole room is a soft shade of pink. Walls, carpet, furniture. All of it.

“That’s a lot of pink.”

“Whatever,” you say, jumping onto the bed. “It’s so nice!”

“Oh, hey, careful! Not that your cute ass breaks another bed.”

Your nostrils are tickled by the smell of roses, but there are non in the room. You find two chocolates on the pillows and hold one out for him. Dew smiles at your antics but joins you on the bed nevertheless, bringing his mouth to your hand and taking the treat right from your fingers. His hand closes around yours and he licks the molten chocolate off your skin.

“Dew…”

He starts sucking. Hard. “What? Just enjoying my treat.”

You can’t help but moan, especially when he looks up, your eyes locking. His tongue languidly swirls around your digits and he moans, a sound that immediately gets you wet. He’s so insatiable, the embers never fully cooling down, one spark enough to light a whole fire within seconds.

“Baby…” You reach out, pushing a strand of his hair behind his ears. “You look so hot right now, with my fingers in your mouth.”

Dew moans again, louder, practically vibrating. Slowly, he crawls up to you without breaking eye contact and lays half on top of you. He’s already getting hard again and even though you still feel tender, you could…

Your eyes drift past him and catch a glimpse of the open bathroom. You jump, effectively pushing Dew off of you. “Hey!” he complains. “What the–”

„Dew, we have a bathtub!” You shake his shoulder in excitement. “A bathtub! You have to take a bath with me!“

„So we can break that thing next?“

„No, I mean an innocent bath. Washing, you know. Getting clean. Relaxing“

„Sounds boring. We were about to do something way better.“

You pout. „We don’t have a bathtub at home. The other room didn’t have one. We only have it for one night. And it looks like it makes bubbles!“

He takes in your face, the big eyes, the pout. His lip twitches. “Fine.”

Fifteen minutes later the tub is full, lavender scent from a diffuser and fog clouding the bathroom. Dew is the first one inside the tub, despite his complaints, and plays around with the bubble settings. You’re fixing your hair up, trying to avoid getting it wet.

“Come on,” Dew whines. “I want you with me. It was your idea.”

“Please stop complaining. You’re going to feel so relaxed after this.”

When you walk over, you can feel his eyes on your naked body, taking you in, and the confidence boost is instant. You slowly dip your toes into the water but flinch back before your foot fully covered.

„What?“ Dew asks.

Your toes immediately turn bright red, throbbing in pain. „That’s too hot.“

„It’s not, just get in.“

„No.“

„Baby, it’s only as hot as it came out of the faucet. I didn’t make it any hotter.“

„It hurts. Gonna burn my pussy and you can’t want that.“

Dew rolls his eyes but you can tell he’s mostly amused. He moves his arms in the water for a bit, probably absorbing some of its heat.

„Okay, should be better now.“ He reaches out and takes your hand, slowly guiding you back over. „Come to me, baby.“

You slowly step inside the tub, water still wonderfully hot but not scorching. Your muscles, tense your travels and the bed-breaking, finally relax. Dew pulls your back to his chest and you lean against him, his body just as hot as the water. You can already feel a thin layer of sweat forming on your forehead. But compared to all the cold and lonely nights you spent at the abbey, all the times you’ve been longing for his heat, this is exactly what you need tonight. Once you’re settled, Dew presses one of the buttons and you feel the gentlest bubbles caressing your skin.

You turn sideways slightly so you can kiss his neck, somewhere close to his windpipe. You feel him swallow. “It’s so nice, Dew. Don’t you think?”

“Mhm.”

His hands find your stomach, squishing slightly, before he fully wraps his arms around you.

Then he stops moving.

What you don’t know is that Dew is thinking about your earlier conversation. He knows that humans greatly value declarations of love. He’s still unfamiliar with the feeling. He knows lust, desire, greed – and he’s very good at showing those.

Love, however?

That’s new. A good kind of new, but still hard to understand. At least the kind of love that he shares with you. Of course he loves his fellow ghouls. And he loves performing, he loves playing the guitar. But loving you feels different, much more profound, almost daunting, which makes expressing it so fucking hard.

You’re really good at showing him, however, with all your gentle touches, softly whispered words, all the small things you do for him throughout the day like making sure his shirts are clean or bringing him snacks during practice. He knows you love the physical demonstrations of his affection, but he also knows making you come five times a night is not enough. While he got the „I love you“s down by now, the gentle touches too, there are still some things he doesn’t understand. Human things. Like… buying flowers, long speeches about his feelings or going to fancy restaurants for dinner on your anniversary. Or… taking baths together.

But at the same time you’ve never expressed wishes for any of those things. Well, except the last.

„I’ve never seen you so contemplative,“ you whisper as to avoid startling him. He’s been staring at the ceiling for a few minutes now.

Dew sighs. „Sorry, kinda stuck in my head. I thought you were napping against me.“

You run your hand through the water, spreading your fingers out as you do. „What are you thinking about?“

„You.“

„Me?“

„Yeah, I… what you said. That you thought I didn’t miss you.“

„I never said it like that,“ you argue, sitting up. „Don’t worry about it, I know I misjudged. I was just anxious, you know I get like that sometimes when I’m stuck in my head.“

He lets out another thought-heavy breath. „You feel loved by me, right?“

„Yeah, of course I do.“ You furrow your brow. „Dew, I never meant to give you the feeling that you’re doing anything wrong. Because you’re not.“

His expression is unreadable. „But is it enough?“

Never in your life would you have thought Dew would be one to doubt himself. His confidence, the sass, the brazenness… it makes you forget that this is all new for him, being in a committed relationship. Having a human mate, no less.

„It’s absolutely enough.“ You turn around, moving to straddle him, supported by your hands on his warm chest. „You give me so much that I never knew I needed, Dew.“

„Like what?“

„Like… unconditional love, the type of intense, all-consuming love that makes every previous experience seem like a waste of time. And you accept me so fully, you make me laugh, you reassure me all the time even when my doubts don’t make sense. Hell, you show me how easy loving can be, that it doesn’t have to be painful.“

„But you were crying. Actually you cried twice because of me now.“

„Dew, sweetheart, I cried way more often because of you. Only you didn’t see it.“

His eyes widen. „What?“

„Well, not because of you. Or at least not because you hurt me. But because being without you sucks, because I can’t always switch off my overthinking. It doesn’t matter, though, because I would choose you over and over again even if I could only see you one day a year.“

„Sure?“

„Yes, absolutely.“

„You would be so unhappy,“ he says. „I couldn’t do that to you.“

„Well, we’re lucky it’s not like that.“

His hands find your hips, running up your sides. „But you were unhappy this past month?“

You lean down to rest your face against his neck and he embraces you, wet fingertips dancing over your back. „No. I was just missing you. But you can only miss what you truly love and to experience that is a blessing in and of itself.“

He hums and presses a soft kiss to your hair. „It’s just… I missed you so much, I want you to know that.“

You lift your head back up to look at him. „I do know that.“

„There were days I didn’t feel like going out with the others at all, doing all these cool things, because I wanted to experience them with you. Or they complained about me being on the phone all the time but really all I wanted was to text you instead of talking to them. When they teased me about it I wanted to rip their heads off because they just wouldn’t understand how awful it felt. How much it hurt to think of you being so far away.“

You lean down to kiss him. „It’s okay, baby, you don’t have to prove to me that you missed me.“

He sighs, a long drawn-out sound, like he’s still not satisfied. „Maybe I’m bad at showing things like that.“

You shake your head. “No, you–“

“Stop trying to make excuses for me. You need to tell me when I do something wrong.”

“Dew.”

“What?”

“Nothing you do is wrong.” You grab his head, thumbs pressing into his cheeks. “You’re looking for an unnecessary fight.”

“Am I?”

“Yea. Because you want to be mean to yourself. I won’t let you.”

His eyes narrow, but you just smile and squish his face until he pouts.

“I’m Dew and I can’t accept that someone truly loves me,” you say, imitating his voice and pushing your thumbs together to get his lips to move. “So I find reasons why the person should hate me instead.”

He scowls at you, then suddenly turns his head to snap at your thumb. You yelp in surprise, then you have to giggle.

“I don’t sound like that,” he says, letting go of your finger. “And I can accept it.”

You run your finger over his bottom lip, then lean in for a gentle kiss. He returns it, softly moving his mouth against yours. Tangling your fingers in his hair, you deepen the kiss, taste him. He sighs into it, hands moving down to your waist again.

“I love you,” you mumble against his lips.

“I love you, too,” he says. “‘m so happy you’re here.”

“Me too.”

You rest your face back against his neck, hugging his body close to yours while the bubbles surround you, a soothing white noise. It’s relaxing, the lavender scent, the moving water, Dew’s warm skin against yours.

“I wish we had a bathtub at home,” you mumble.

„We can just stay in here forever, I can keep the water warm.”

“I’ll turn into a fish if we do that.” You sigh, thinking, kissing his neck one more time. “Dew, my baby, my sweet little menace, would you still lo–“

“Yes, don’t even finish that question. I’d love you in any shape, silly.”

You lift your head up, squinting at him. “What’s that tone?”

His eyes widen. “What?”

“That tone.” You fully sit up, moving your hips forward. His cock is right at you centre now and you rock your hips for good measure. “Sounds… bratty.”

“Ohhh… ugh. No?”

“I know you think you’ve got me wrapped around your little finger. But you’re just as tightly wrapped around mine.”

You can tell he’s excited, eyes so laser-focused on yours, mouth slightly parted. “What if I am? What would you do?”

“I would make sure you know that this goes both ways,” you say. “That I can turn you into a puddle just as well as you can do with me.”

Dew’s hands wander over your back, his sharp claws leaving burning trails on your skin all while a smirk is forming on his face. “Sure you can?”

“I know it, yea.” You grind your hips again, his erection rubbing between your thighs. “You doubt me? Because I think your dick doesn’t.”

Dew groans, hands shooting to your hips to keep you still. “Hm, you little minx.”

“Repeat that and I won’t let you come.”

His mouth opens. Then closes again. He’s contemplating whether you’d really do that.

You decide to stop teasing and just show him how much you mean it as plainly as possible. So you lean down and kiss him, roughly this time, pushing his lips open to taste him. His tongue meets yours but it’s gentle; he plays your game, lets you explore his mouth with nothing but a purring moan. He’s still vaguely tasting of chocolate.

“You like that?” you whisper against his lips.

“Hmmm.”

One of your hands slowly moves over his chest, trailing his collarbones, from left to right and back, until you let it dance further up to his neck. You don’t dare to squeeze, you’re not as confident and practiced as he is, but you keep your hand there to feel him swallow. The next kiss is more heated. He tries to take control but you use your other hand to grab his hair and pull him back just slightly. Dew freezes.

“No shenanigans,” you warn, taking over, kissing down his cheek, then his jaw, nibbling at his skin as you go.

“Gotta bite harder if you want to achieve your goal,” he teases.

You stop, go back to his mouth and catch his bottom lip between your teeth, pulling. He yelps, moans when you bite harder. Despite being in the water you can feel yourself getting wetter from that sound alone. When you’re satisfied, you lick over his lip, then give him a soft kiss because you just can’t leave it at that.

“That’s what you do to me all the time,” you say. “Feels good, right?”

He hums and you kiss down his neck again, sucking bruises into his ghoul skin that sadly won’t linger. It doesn’t matter, you do it anyway, and when you reach his pulse, just below his ear, you bite him again. He swallows any sounds, but Dew’s hips buck, giving him away.

You smirk. “Ah. Look at you.”

“Babe…” he whines.

“What? Now you’re done being a bitch?”

“Fuck this. Fuck me, right now. I waited a whole damn month.”

“Sorry, not taking orders from a brat.”

Shifting your hips again, you rub your pussy over his cock, repeating the movement a few times until he’s whimpering, hands running up and down your body. When you place him at your entrance, his lips part but he doesn’t say it, only growls.

“Pretty noises,” you say. “Do I get some more?”

“Fuck, babe.”

“You want it? Gotta beg.”

He tries thrusting up and into you, but you’re prepared, shifting to the side. You press him down with all your weight, hands on his flat, tense stomach, until you’re barely touching him anywhere else anymore.

“Please,” he finally whispers.

“What was that? I don’t hear shit.”

“Please, fuck me. I need you. I missed you so much.” He growls, hips jerkin in the water. “I can’t wait. Please. Stop starving me.”

You sink down on him and he groans so loudly that it echoes in the tiled room, hands squeezing your hips, gripping you like a lifeline. For a long moment, you just stay like this, taking in the mess of sensations. It feels amazing, the water only adding to the intensity.

“Thought this was an innocent bath?” he says between deep breaths.

“Shut up.”

“What?”

“Shut up’n let me do my thing.”

His pupils widen, hips jerking the tiniest bit. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

“I know, stop babbling.”

He bites down his smirk, swallows hard. “Sorry.”

You give him a warning scowl and start moving slowly, using his shoulders as leverage. You’re scared of the water spilling over, so you keep the movements deliberate, a slow, steady rhythm. Dew tilts his head back, but keeps his eyes on your body. One hand moves up to cup one of your breasts and he squeezes. You can’t help but arch your back, forgetting that you’re supposed to be in control for a second.

“You look so pretty like this,” he says. “Bouncing on my cock with all the bubbles around you.”

You snap back. “Shut up, I swear. This is my moment.”

“It is,” he whispers. “You’re so hot.”

It’s just impossible to get him to keep his mouth shut, so you decide to stop and just revel in his compliments. You’re actually impressed by how patient he now suddenly is, because he doesn’t try to get you to move faster and he also doesn’t start moving himself.

“You’re being so good now,” you say, leaning down for a kiss. “You really want to come, huh? No edging tonight?”

“Hm, no time for that.”

“What? You busy tonight?”

He fights a smirk, but you and your already protesting bones silently agree. With the slow build-up, you’re already impatient yourself, so you rock your hips a little harder, water splashing against the rim of the tub.

“Hmm, you’re killing me,” Dew mumbles, voice strained. “I’m s-so close. ‘s too slow.”

“Oh, you wanna come?”

“Hmmm.”

“What?”

“Babe…”

“Can’t hear you.”

You stop moving and his eyes widen, hips bucking. “Please. Please let me come.”

The smirk on your face is too strong to hide and you move again, go a little harder until you feel your own orgasm approaching. Dew groans, nails digging into the flesh of your hips and then he lets out a low sob, hips stuttering into yours as you feel him release right into you. The sounds he makes push you over the edge as well, legs trembling and walls clenching around him. He whimpers in overstimulation and you feel your eyes tearing up as well.

“Fuck,” he says.

“Hm.”

“Baby…”

You look at him, his big, beautiful eyes so filled with emotions. “Yes?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“I won’t let you go again. I don’t care.”

You sigh, hands moving to his neck. “Don’t think about it now.”

He shakes his head and pulls you close, some more water spilling over the edge of the tub. But you don’t care. You just want to hold him. And so you do, slowly coming down from your high. Your body is protesting wildly, tired and tender and overstimulated, but the water helps.

Dew hugs you almost painfully tight and by now you feel ridiculous for even thinking he struggled less than you. When you look up at him he’s still somewhere else, lost in thought. You decide that this is a conversation for later and snuggle back into him. You don’t care if your skin gets wrinkly, if you turn into a fish, all you want is to stay like this forever.

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Half an hour later you’re ready for bed, all snuggled up in the soft sheets and pillows of the honeymoon suite. Dew is true to his promise and lets you be the little spoon, strong arms wrapped around your midriff as his nose tickles your neck. You’re bone-tired and yet you try to stay awake for a little longer, just to feel his breath against your neck, to stroke the back of his hand with yours and thank Satan that you finally get to be with him again.

You think Dew is already asleep, but then he starts kissing your shoulder, sighing contently. The peace doesn’t last long, though. You should have known it.

There is a loud knock right before you feel like falling asleep.

”What–“

“Please?” Aether asks, voice muffled by the door. “Rain won’t cuddle.”

You smile to yourself and watch as Dew gets up to open for him.

✦ ✧ ✦

I feel so weird about this chapter, I think I'm kinda burnt-out from writing smut, so I am deeply sorry if this doesn't hit the right spots. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and thanks so much if you read all of this ♡

Special thanks to my Sodo anon who had the idea with the breaking bed, this goes out to you :)

Part 4

#sodo x reader #sodo x fem!reader #dewdrop x reader #dewdrop x fem!reader #nameless ghoul fanfiction #sodo fanfiction #dewdrop fanfiction #sodo smut #dewdrop smut #ghost fanfiction #sodo x you #dewdrop x you #multichapter fic

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sandeoki · 1 year

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His to protect pt. 2

summary: Y/N a hero, loved and respected by all. Seonghwa a villain, feared and frowned upon by all. both have been enemies ever since they can remember but what happens if Y/N appears at Seonghwa's doorstep at the middle of the night, all bloody and bruised?

t.w: swearing, mentions of death, violence, slight yandere vibes, rude!hwa, sassy!hwa, mention of blood etc.

< pt. 3 >

she was tired, her lungs were on fire and her feet were numb. her pace was getting slower and the people following her were getting faster. they were catching up. she couldn't run anymore.

she wanted to give up, to stop, take a breath and to rest. but she doubted the people following her would allow her to take a 'time out' and alas, she was right.

just as her pace slowed due to exhaustion, a large hand roughly pulled her shoulder, making her face a man clad in a black coat and pants. he looked like an agent straight out of a science fiction novel.

Y/n didnt have much time to judge his appearence before she was harshly pushed again. her back hit the stone wall and she realized just how doomed she was.

she was trapped between the stone wall and the man who looked as if he was about to kill her. she had nowhere to hide, nowhere to run off to. she had no escape.

tears starting rolling down her cheeks as she saw the man take a knife out of his pocket. just as she went to shout, her mouth were covered by the man's dirty hand. it made her shudder with fear and disgust.

all she could do was watch in fear as he bought the knife down to kill her, waiting for the pain to come. just as the knife was about to rip her apart, a bright light filled her vision.

she felt a striking pain fill her head as she sat up with a gasp. she looked around the unfamiliar surrounding. she was in a room, but it wasnt hers.

the room was well decorated and organized. the walls were a mixture of shades of beige, cream and white while the floor was carpeted. it certainly looked like it belonged to some kind of royalty.

she was laying on a king sized bed in the middle of the room, all tucked up and warm. she was still in her dirty and bloody hero costume but her wounds had been bandaged.

she tried to get up but failed, it was as if her legs had forgotten how to work. after a few minutes which seemed like an eternity to her, she managed to stand. just to stumble over thin air. right as she was about to break her nose, a gentle hand caught her.

"i thought you were better than this, you gremlin. falling over nothing? really? tch, shouldn't have underestimated your clumsiness" a voice all to familiar to her teased.

she pulled herself out of the the arms of her captor or well savior and straightened up. "why am i here?"

Seonghwa couldn't help but roll his eyes. "i dont know, you tell me? what the hell were you doing at my front door at 3 in the morning, looking as if you just escaped death?"

Y/n stiffened, she couldnt tell him how she ended up like this. she knew he could find many ways to use that information against her. telling him would be a dumb move.

"what's it to you?" she grumbled out with her jaw clenched and anger visible on her face. "stop right there princess, if it hadn't been me, you would have been dead by now. dont you dare get smart with me. you know i dont like brats, little hero"

"as if i care about your liking. why am i here? why am i still alive? aren't we like, i dont know, enemies? shouldn't you have like, you know, killed me..?"

"calm down tiger, we may be enemies but i'm not a monster. i would never try to harm you when i know you cant fight back. now if you are done with your interrogation, i have some questions for you too. and you know how much i hate dishonesty, so you better answer them properly."

the 'otherwise' was left unsaid but y/n got the hint. all she could do was nod her head like an obedient child. "are your wounds still hurting?"

her head snapped up, she was expecting him to ask something like 'why she was being chased' or 'what information was she hiding'. this was a shock to her.

"uhh no...?"

"are you telling me or asking me?"

"why does it matter anyways?" she snapped. it was after she saw his glare that she realized how big of a hole she had dug for herself.

"lister here and listen well, you puny hero. if you think you can run that cute little mouth of yours around me, then think again. if i want to know how you are feeling, you will tell me how you are feeling, understood?"

all she could do was nod as tears filled her eyes. the same hand which had stopped her fall now came to rest under her chin as he sighed.

"shush now, i didnt mean to be so harsh, calm down little dove. save those preety tears for some other occasion, hmm? clean up while i make some soup for you, why dont you? and after you are done, you are going to tell me who did this to you so that i can track that bastard down and crush his neck myself."

#ateez #ateez x reader #che.rry ateez #hero x villain #hero! reader #villain! seonghwa #ateez imagines #yandere! seonghwa #ateez yandere #ateez fic

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elliot-jpg · 8 months

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Random nameless ghoul headcanons because I say so pt.1

Sodo: So starting with our little fire gremlin, I don't see Sodo hating/being afraid of water, but instead finds it soothing. He does however have some problems with fire, but not necessarily a phobia. Sodo occasionally gets anxious and used to go to Aether for comfort, but now that Aether isn't there they have weekly calls :) When the ghouls are just chilling on an off day or after a long ritual, Sodo will let the others play with his hair. He made the unfortunate discovery that if he doesn't have his shirt on and isn't paying attention, someone aka Swiss can and will pull his nipple rings. Swiss: While on the topic of the Swiss army ghoul, he takes really good care of his mustache. Has an entire night routine that he does religiously. While most of the time he's calmer than he is on stage, Swiss does claw at furniture alot. Is the embodiment of a cat, will knead at someone/something to convey his feelings. Once he actually tried to climb Mountain in one of his "feral fluctuations". The claw marks on his helmet are from one of his first feral moments after being summoned, poor Rain almost had a heart attack when he walked in the kitchen for a midnight snack only to see Swiss curled in the corner making growling noises. Rain: Rain really enjoys swimming with Sodo and loves going to the pond in the garden behind the ministry. He can be seen often chatting with Mountain in the garden. Likes to make watercolor paintings with Aurora, he used to do it with Sunshine. Loves Copia's fupa. Mountain: This tall bean is a coffeeholic and you can't convince me otherwise. Totally has a matching out fit with Sodo that says, "Mount and dew me" (inspired by @autumnblooms cause I can't unsee it!) Ha a section of the garden just for picnics and unwinding after rituals. Goes on hikes on his free time and makes sketches of the animals and interesting plants and fungi he finds. Surprisingly loves horror movies, has movie nights with the others. Had these green and gold braces for his first few years out of the pit. Phantom: Our new baby is still getting used to everything and goes to Cirrus and Cumulus for comfort cuddles (he gets cub privileges and gets spoiled. So does Aurora.) Has a hoodie he basically lives in when not at a ritual. Holds his tail in his mouth like a snow leopard when he's having before ritual nerves. ~Extra~ Aether: Cuddled with Sodo whenever he could. Had a sort of a daddy-daughter thing with Sunshine like how Sodo did. Collected little trinkets like a crow, if he saw something shiny it was his now. Exchanged earrings with Cumulus for sometime and still has one of her pairs. Era 3 : Zephyr, along with the other older era ghouls, still hang around the ministry. Was one sassy motherfucker. Had this addiction to sugar and always had a lollipop on him at least. Him, Ifrit, and Mist once caught Omega and Terzo cuddling on the common rooms couch. Pebble got to meet Mountain not long after era 4 came, they talk when they see each other in the ministry. Mist got spoiled by the others since they were the first ghoulette, often got mistaken for a ghoul tho.

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wwindblumee · 1 year

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more! hcs!! i'm in the mood to write shhhh

what to expect when dating, more like living with, venti (pt. 2). reader's gender isn't specified.

he bottled all the colors of the seelie. no questions asked, you guys have all of them. the mysterious seelie? those, too. pink, green, yellow, purple, red, blue, light blue, and sea green, you have them all.

since he can't keep a cat as a pet he will probably keep a few birds and maybe a dog or two! (if you're not allergic ofc)

just gonna emphasize this,,,, if you're taller and or larger than him he will steal all of your clothes. offer to buy him new ones that are your size but they're newer? he won't accept. it has to be yours - meaning you probably can't find clothes for yourself because he keeps stealing them all. what can he say? he absolutely adores you.

brags to the other archons about how attractive he finds you <3

sneaky little gremlin finds his way into the wine fridge (that you've probably tried everything to lock at this point) all the time

makes a nest out of your hair when he's in his little wind sprite form!!

sleeps in your pocket

portable boyfriend all pros no cons except if you get caught w him in your hair lmao /hj SKMNBGH

puts bows in your hair ^^

fashion tips if we're talking about a modern relationship!!

sad? no sad! kisses the pain away <3

hugs galore if you're crying!!

will prepare your favorite food the next day!! just leave this one to cuddle :3

modern relationship? texts like crazy and gives you the strangest, cringiest pet names on text n call--

#venti x reader #venti fluff #genshin fluff #venti genshin #genshin impact #venti x reader fluff #venti headcanons #; kuni ~ ooc.

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mc-was-here · 7 months

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The fall is here! So here’s some HCs of different characters doing some of their favorite activities during autumn!

Pt. 1

To set the scene, this is during the time they’d visit you off and on in the human realm! 🫶

Asmo is for sure a pumpkin spice obsessed gremlin. He’ll have scented candles, skincare, oils… heck, he’ll for sure like the cakes and pastries too!

Ever since he was introduced to it by you, it became a tradition. Driving everyone in house of lamentation mad with the amount of pumpkin spice scented candles there are around each room.

The brothers still blame you for that, whoopsie! <3 (They aren’t mad at you though!)

Satan enjoys going for a walk by the parks to see the red, orange and yellowy colored leaves. More so, bring his books and sit by a bench to read in peace.

He loves the cool crisp air, the sun isn’t overwhelmingly warm, and there’s a beautiful scenery to look at whenever he needs to rest his eyes every now and then.

Bonus, he invites you to walk with him, and you exchange conversations on the books you’re reading and can snuggle up in the bench while you’re at it. :)

Belphie would probably raid your home (/lh).

He’d just plop on the bed or couch and open a window to look at the scenery outside, where there’s trees and leaves falling by so he can chill and vibe while looking outside until he falls asleep.

Please give him cuddles and bring him some spiced hot chocolate, he’ll love you forever. <3

More characters coming soon! (At least when getting more ideas…)

#obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me x gn!reader #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me shall we date

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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 1 year

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i'm outta my head over you Pt. 7

prologue (Pt. 1) | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6 | AO3 | playlist

this is the last chap of my steddie week fic!! i have a little blurb i may do for tomorrow's open ended prompt, but for now, here's the last @steddie-week prompt: misunderstandings

Robin stops him as they’re herding the gremlins into their respective vehicles. You’d think that after nearly five hours of spending the four barely adults’ money would be enough time at the arcade. But no. They’re all fighting them on leaving. As if they all won’t be asleep by the time they get home.

“Once you get it done, you may want to get up early.”

“Uh..what?”

“Steve always goes for a run at like ass o’clock in the morning.” she’s speaking low and fast to try and not draw attention to them, but their normal level of volume with one another is normally 100 times louder than this, so she’s really doing the exact opposite. “If you get up early enough, you can leave it for him while he’s gone.”

“Okayokay, I got it! Now stop making this weird.”

She looks around to find Steve already staring at the two of them questioningly.

“Oh shit… OKAY, YEAH, GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR DATE EDDIE.” she practically yells.

“What the hell, Robin? I don’t have a date!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure it’ll be great!” she’s walking away already, shrugging like even she doesn’t know why the fuck she said that. “Call me when you’re home!”

Eddie smacks his palm against his forehead and turns to his van, not even daring to look at Steve again.

He finally does dare once he’s in his van and has started moving, giving Steve a ‘nothing wrong or weird here’ wave as he pulls away.

The expression on Steve’s face is indiscernible. Somewhere stuck between totally blank, and the most devastated look he’s ever seen.

Damnit, Robin.

He only ended up with Max in his van on the way back, so when they get back, he helps her inside, and resigns himself to staying up all night to finish the tape.

He pulls in next to Wayne’s truck at the same time his uncle is coming out the front door, a dufflebag in hand.

“You off to work early old man?” and he asks as he gets out of his van, it’s only about 9 PM now and his uncle doesn’t usually go in until near midnight.

“Yep, gettin’ some dinner with the fellas before we head in. Gotta leave shift early to go visit yer aunt.”

Ah. “That time of year is it?”

“Yep, I’ll see ya tomorrow evenin’, son. Don’t be getting into any trouble, y’hear?”

Eddie just shrugs. “You know me.”

“That’s exactly my point.” Wayne says with a crinkly smirk.

He gives his uncle a short hug, and Wayne kisses the top of his head with another ‘be safe’.

Then, because he’s agonizing about it, Eddie spends the next couple hours cleaning the trailer instead of picking the last two songs that will go on his side (listening to said tape while he does).

He’s still got some ideas from before, but only a couple good ones..and not all of them will fit in the time he’s estimated is left on the B side.

It isn’t until he gets to Be My Baby on his second listen through that he knows which one he’s going to add next.

After he’s got that one figured out and recorded, there definitely isn’t enough room left for the rest of the picks, so he adds the one he thinks says the most about how he feels about Steve, the one that says everything he needs to say.

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“Robin did say ‘ass o’clock’,” Eddie says to himself, glancing at the clock in his dashboard.

5:13. Yeah, that sounds right.

Eddie lets out a huge cracking yawn. Okay, he’s definitely gonna crash once he gets back to the trailer. He was so wired after finally finishing the tape, he couldn’t sleep even though he wanted to.

He makes it to Steve's street and parks up the road a bit (not wanting the rattle of his van to alert Steve to his presence if he hadn’t left yet), and walks the last leg. The tape in his pocket feels like it weighs a million pounds.

When he finally rounds the bushes at the front edge of Steve’s yard, Eddie feels every cell in his body seize up at once.

Nancy’s car is in the driveway.

What the–

Suddenly, the front door opens. He dives back behind the bushes, peeking through the leaves. You know, like a sane person?

Why the fuck is Nancy leaving Steve's house so early

Why is Steve only wearing those tiny fuckin’ shorts?

Oh no..

Oh shit.

There’s only one fucking reason

This is all wrong! Nancy knows he has feelings for Steve, was that not what that was at the arcade?

She’s with Robin, she didn’t refute it.

Oh fuck, he’s gonna have to tell Robin.

Eddie debates making himself known, let himself barrel over whatever awkwardness may arise, but he’s still got his heart in his pocket, addressed to Steve.. What’s he supposed to do with that then?

“Oh hey Steve, didn’t see you there! Just came by to drop off your very personal property that your best friend stole for me to defile! Nancy? Oh hey, you’re here! What’s up with tha–”

He’s startled out of his thoughts when the door of Nancy's station wagon shuts, the engine turning over.

She pulls out, thankfully heading away from where he’s hidden.

Eddie watches until she’s out of sight, then jumps again when he hears Steve’s front door close.

Steve does a few hops in place from foot to foot on his front stoop (still shirtless), and starts off on his run the same way Nancy had gone. Had he been able to see shirtless, sweaty Steve whenever he wanted?? He just goes for runs like this every day? Why had no one told him??

‘Oh fuckin’ hell, shut up, shutup!!’ He yells at himself.

Now what?

Eddie sits in the grass in Steve Harrington’s front yard and stares at the back of his mailbox.

Does he still leave the tape? Of course he should, it is Steve’s tape afterall.

But what about the songs? Steve’s not gonna want his bullshit now…

He could go back to his van and re-write the note then come back and leave it. No, he wouldn’t have time now, Steve’s athletic, yeah, but Eddie’s been frozen in his front yard for a while now. He’d be back soon.

Fuck it.

He’ll drop the tape on the front step, go back home and pack up his shit. Yeah. Good a time as any to get the fuck outta here.

Confessing your feelings to one of your closest friends who very obviously just got back together with his ex not even ten hours after you’d seen him and were very obviously flirting with each other?

Yeah. Not ideal.

Does he have the funds to get the fuck outta here? No. But he’s got enough for gas and he’s got a van. He’ll just load his mattress into the back and be gone before the rest of the town fully wakes up.

Good plan, Eddie’s brain. Thank you, rest of Eddie.

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Steve slows to a jog once he can see his house, cooling down from his run on the last little bit of his road, and stopping in his driveway to do some stretches back to the door.

He’s sinking down into his last lunge when he sees the little square of…something…sitting on the front step.

“The hell?”

He stoops down and picks it up, turns it over. There’s a piece of lined paper rubber banded around it.

Peeling off the band, Steve steps inside and unfolds the letter, leaning back on the now closed front door to read

“...oh no…” Steve looks down at the case in his hand. Now he sees why the rubberband was necessary, there’s another folded wad of papers shoved into the cassette’s case, now popped open without the band holding it together.

His heart, previously calmed down from his run, now beat wildly in his chest as he unfurls the short stack of paper.

He reads the first line, ‘8. I Was Made For Lovin’ You...’

“Holy shit.”

Steve books it up the stairs, he’s gotta get showered, he’s gotta get changed, he’s got one more song to add to the tape.

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Eddie’s just finished packing up his clothes when his alarm clock radio goes off, the 7am alarm still set for when he has to get up for school.

“...still don’t believe it, he was just leaving OH there must be some misunderstanding! There must be some kind of mistake…” blasts through the tinny speakers.

Nopenopenope, not dealing with that right now.

He slaps the clock around until it finally shuts off its maniacal teasing, and goes back to packing (and blinking away some wayward tears).

He’s just dropped the second bag of clothes and his sweetheart in her case by the front door and is contemplating if his mattress would actually fit in the back of his van, when there’s a knock on the door.

Eddie’s gut freezes mid-flip.

Oh no. Please n–

“Eddie, are you there? It’s Steve. Can I come in?”

‘Don’t move. Don’t make a single sound. Maybe he’ll think you’re not home and just leave.’

“C’mon man, I know you’re in there. You’re van’s out here.”

“Shit.”

Eddie trudges his way to the front door and opens it.

Even with floppy, just-washed, hair and an inside-out polo, Steve’s still the most beautiful person in existence.

“What do you want, Steve?” Wow. Even he’s surprised at how morose he sounds.

“I uh, I got your tape..my tape? I got your note. I added one more song and I thought, maybe, I could–” Steve looks down. “Are you..” his voice pitches high so he clears it. “Are you going somewhere?”

“Mhm.” Eddie can’t look him in the eye. He stares at the porch.

“Where are you–”

“Just going, ‘kay Steve? No need to worry about me being around anymore.” Eddie practically spits, still not looking up at his friend.

“Eddie, what are you–” he cuts himself off, his voice going soft. “Did you not mean what you said?”

That makes Eddie look up at him. Steve’s gaze is now cast downwards, staring blankly at Eddie’s packed bags.

“...I meant every word. Every song, Steve. But that doesn’t matter now, does it?” he’s truly mad now, who does he think he is, trying to act all glum like he wasn’t the one betraying his best friend.

“B-betraying my best–Eddie, what the hell are you talking about?”

Damn! He said that out loud.

“Just go away, Steve. I won’t tell Robin, but you definitely should.” Eddie moves to close the front door and turns back towards his room. He doesn’t hear it close, but he hears the creak of the floor when Steve follows him in.

Of. Course.

“Tell Robin what, Eddie? I already told her how I felt about you, that’s why she stole you the tape in the first plac–”

“Not that! You–” Eddie clenches his fists at his sides and spins back to face Steve. “That you hooked up with her girlfriend last night.” Steve’s face pales and Eddie continues on. “Yeah. I came by to drop off your tape; Robin thought I could leave it there when you left for your run. But lo and behold, what do I see when I come by? Nancy Wheeler’s car in your driveway at ass o’clock in the morning.

“Now, I may be a third time senior, but even I know what the fuck that means. Especially when, not long after I’ve gotten there, the Lady Wheeler herself waltzes out the door with Tiny Shorts McGee following her like a lost puppy.” he gestures at Steve, who’s still frozen in place by the door.

“So yeah, you can just burn those notes for all I care, I don’t even know why I still left it. Whatever. I’m leaving today anyway so you don’t need to worry about me pining hopelessly after you, ‘kay?”

Eddie’s chest is heaving, his eyes are burning with unshed tears, and Steve…starts laughing.

“I fuckin’ knew it!” There are tears spilling freely out of his eyes now. “You’re really good y’know, had everyone fooled. Even me! King Steve is alive and well, everyone!” Eddie spreads his hands wide and yells to no one.” I can’t believe you got me to fall for your good guy schtick. Get the fuck outta my house, Harrington.” Eddie points to the door, stalking forward.

“Eddie! Eddie, wait, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have laughed.” Steve puts his hands out and Eddie stops, crossing his arms and glaring. “Eddie, please, Nancy was only dropping something off for me.”

“Yeah righ–”

“She was! She came by that early because she’s driving to an interview this morning at a paper in Indy. She knew I’d be up for my run anyway, so she stopped to give me the revisions she made to my–you know what, hold on. I’m calling Robin.”

“Steve, I told you to get the fuck out of my house, not go further into it.”

Steve ignores him and goes to the phone, giving Eddie as wide of a berth as he can while he passes. He picks it up and dials.

“I’m not fucking kidding, Harrington, get the fuck out of here–” Eddie’s anger is multiplied tenfold when Steve holds out a finger to shush him.

“Hi Mr. Buckley, this is Steve. I’m sorry to call so early, but can I please speak to Robin? There was a last minute change to our schedule…thank you.’

Eddie watches Steve’s face morph from his customer service expression, to an admittedly frightening pissed off smile when Robin apparently gets on the line.

“Hey Robin! I found my Eddie tape! It’s the funniest thing, I came back from my run and it was sitting on my doorstep.”

Eddie can hear the muffled sound of Robin’s voice coming through the earpiece.

“I know, isn’t that crazy?” Damn, Steve’s passive aggressive voice is…something else. “He must’ve dropped it off while I was gone..why wouldn’t he give it to me in person?”

Steve waves at Eddie to come closer, and when he stubbornly doesn’t, Steve rolls his eyes and comes to him, stretching the cord across the kitchen as he does.

“Hmmm...maybe.. Or maybe something scared him off?” He takes in an over-dramatic sarcastic gasp. “Or maybe, my best friend and soulmate who stole the tape for him, told him to come by at the exact worst time! When she knew a certain ex of mine and current girlfriend of hers was stopping by before leaving to Indy and it scared him off!”

Steve tilts the handset out from his ear so Eddie can hear..there’s complete silence on the other end.

“That would suck, don't you think? Seeing your crush’s ex leaving their house early in the morning when you’re coming over to confess to them?” He continues.

“Oh. My. God. Steve!! I am so so sorry I–”

“Don’t apologize to me, apologize to Eddie.”

Steve grabs up Eddie’s hand and wraps it around the handset, forcing him to take it, then stomps off into the living room.

Eddie puts the phone to his ear and walks back to the receiver, Robin rambling in his ear the whole way.

“--ddie, I’m so so sorry! I totally forgot Nancy was dropping off Steve’s paper this morning before she went to her interview! Please please don’t be mad at me, actually, scratch that. Be super mad at me, but definitely not at Steve, okay? I should have remembered, I should have told you, I should hav–”

It’s effective, he feels the anger draining out of him. “Robin, Robin! It’s okay, you’re okay.” Eddie glances over at Steve, who’s pacing up and down the short length of the trailer’s living room. “But now I have a very pissed off Harrington in my house right now…you got any survival tips for me?” he mumbles lowly.

“...Oh! I know, just go over there and kiss hi–her–stupid!” Eddie snorts through his nose, her parents must still be nearby.

“Got it, I’ll try that. Thanks Birdie…for everything.”

She sighs in relief. “You’re welcome, Doofus.”

Eddie slowly hangs up the phone, and turns to where Steve is. Now stationary, he’s got one hand on his hip, and the other is rifling through his hair nervously.

‘Yep. Buckley’s right.’

Eddie takes a deep breath and crosses to Steve in three short strides, grabs his face in both his hands, and kisses him deeply.

Steve responds immediately; he wraps one arm around Eddie’s waist, his large palm centered squarely on his lower back, and one around his arm, lacing his fingers into Eddie’s curls and cupping the back of his head.

Steve pulls their bodies flush and cants his hips into Eddie’s, tugs a breathy moan from Eddie’s throat when the hand in his curls tightens.

Eddie’s nose is pressed uncomfortably into the space between Steve’s nose and cheekbone with how close they’ve smushed themselves together, but Eddie can’t find it in himself to care.

He’s kissing Steve Harrington.

There’s a strong thigh slotted between his, and Steve Harrington is kissing him back.

Eddie moves one hand down to clutch at Steve’s shirt, and pushes the other back, grabbing onto those short hairs on the back of Steve’s neck.

They finally come up for air after one too many teeth clashes, their foreheads coming together.

“Hi.” they breathe out at the same time, chuckling at the absurdity of it all.

“We’re kinda idiots, huh?” Steve says, looking cross-eyed between Eddie’s eyes. The hazel of his eyes sparkling with the movement.

Eddie chuckles. “Dingus and Doofus, remember?” he points to each of them in turn, only lifting his pointer finger out of the grip on Steve’s shirt to do so.

“Can I play you the last song now?”

and then they low dance in eddie's living room

Yay!! that's it, thanks for following along with this one!!! here's the last tags :o) @hellomynameismoo, @messrs-weasley, @manda-panda-monium

Here's some notes since it's the last part:

this is the most I’ve ever written in such a short time, I literally wrote each of these chapters the day before their day to be posted….most of it while at work lmao

Steve used a Sony C60 tape. i.e. there’s 60-ish minutes of space on it. before At Last, the songs on the tape totaled 55 min 55 seconds, a perfect amount left for Etta James (ending up at 58 min 54 seconds in total according to my spoofy playlist).

I know that the Eddie half of songs weren’t really…’Eddie music’, but in my head, Eddie likes music for being music. All music is good (like he said to Max in part 5). Plus, he wanted to put songs on the tape that he knew Steve would like/want to listen to.

steve asked nancy to make revisions on his nursing school application essay (he found he quite liked the process of taking care of eddie and wants to go to school for it!)

anyone else just recently realize that Take Me Home Tonight had an allusion to Be My Baby?? anyway, love that, wanted to make that a thing here :o)

and lastly, a couple of little things i LOVED about this fic that i didn’t see anyone else / only a couple people point out:

Steve singing the rubber duckie song to Eddie in part 5

Eddie literally giving Gareth the shirt off his back in part 2 when Tommy threw his pop on him (in my head, this is the same red buffalo check flannel that Gareth ends up cutting the sleeves off of and wears in S4).

that's all!! thanks for reading, friends :o)

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #st #st fic #steddie week #steddie week 2023 #steve harrington x eddie munson #mixtape #songfic #(kinda)#robin buckley #nancy wheeler #wayne munson #the party #stranger things #idiots in love #noelle writes

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Colors and Promises

warnings/notes: reader is preggers, ya'lls aren’t married cuz he’s literally a criminal, yandere Dabi if u squint, SOFT DABI SOFT DABI WOOWOO, soft angst like very soft, fluff, soft kisses, slow dancing(its canon, he dances), man produces steam(literally. read and you'll know what i mean ;3), ya'll have a complicated relationship but its still cute tho, soulmate au if u squint, spoilers on his real name and hints at things about him/his past, Romantic Beach Meetup™️ and its lofi, you eventually spill the beanz finkin bout breaking up w him cuz bb(s) 🥺 growing a family is hardcoded into his DNA so don't worry much--

TWO THIS TIMEE yis same song, separate artists! Tokoyami, our sweetbeak, and Overhaul(big spoilers? ig) our beloved mad surgeon gremlin next!

~Masterlist~

heart beats fast~

You’re perched on the cement seawall, not another soul in sight, staring off into the horizon, phone in hand. Yours and his song plays on repeat in your earbuds, because you’ve finally made up your mind. See, the man you love is a wanted criminal. You’ve been with him for years, starting off as friends with benefits because you braved flirting with him. True to the song, the moment you laid your eyes on him, you knew right then and there…you’d found a place for your heart. You were afraid to fall deeper, but how could you not? Behind the stoic, crude, enigmatic man was a boy who wanted to love and be loved. And once he let you in, through all your efforts, he proved to be abrasive, yes; but he was honest and loyal to a fault.

Children were never spoken about. From what he’s confided in you about his past, you had a gut-sinking feeling that he never wanted any. Busy with his activities, the two of you would tryst every few weeks to a few months at most. He was never gone from your side longer than three months.

It was two months ago you’d found out you were pregnant.

Your phone buzzes with a message from an unknown number as tears fall.

i’m close.

You scrub away those tears, recognizing his brief style.

i love you.

A small smile finds its way on your face, only for a short moment. In all honesty, you loved him, too. You’ve agonized over this since you found out, and came to the painful decision of breaking up with him the next time you and him meet.

You massage your baby bump-it was just beginning to show. One bud is plucked from your ear, and you jolt, your hand fleeing from your stomach. “Keep tellin’ ya, don’t use both of ‘em.” you hear a familiar voice chide. He’s finally here, you think, still not quite ready for, well…any of what’s going to happen.

You stare ahead at a particularly interesting point off in the distance as he plops down by your side while you bundle up your baggy jacket to hide them from him. The sun was already well below the horizon.

“I’m not always here to protect you, dove.” he says, the nickname falling from his lips affectionately. In the corner of your eye, you see him raise the earbud to rest it against his ear. You can hear his soft exhale, and practically feel his smile.

“Our song.” he says, after several moments of silence that felt like an eternity to you. “What’s the occasion?” he asks, craning his head to look at you with a lopsided smile. This smile drops when he sees you’ve been crying. “You were crying.” he states, matter of factly, gears chugging in his head. It’s not long before the smile is back, larger than before. “Awe, did you miss me?” he teases, and you roll your eyes. You then hastily gather your earbuds and phone, sliding off the seawall with practiced grace, skipping off a few steps before turning around and sticking your tongue out at him.

“Of course I missed you, doooofus.” you tease back. “But that’s not the reason why. Come find out?” you beckon him, and this time it’s his turn to roll his eyes. “I’ll give you a head start, mouse.” he growls playfully. You squeak and dash off in excitement as he begins counting.

You would enjoy what little time left you had, you decided, your heart thudding against your ribcage in a bittersweet melody, laughter escaping you. You make record-breaking speed, but it isn’t long before you can hear his boots in the sand right behind you. You pick up your pace a little, squealing out towards the ocean, laughter still bubbling from you. No matter how hard you try, you just can’t beat Touya in a race for anything.

He had his eyes on the prize-you-and he’d be damned if he didn’t get it. “Gotcha, mouse.” you hear him grunt right behind you, and not a moment later, you find yourself in his grasp. “Touya!” you shriek playfully as he lifts you and swings you around with jolly snickers. The momentum is enough to send your phone out of your pocket and onto the sand, your earbuds dislodging from the socket.

‘Heart beats fast Colors and promises How to be brave? How can I love, when I’m afraid to fall?’

He sets you down on your feet, the both of you looking at your phone. Somewhere along, the song switched from the lo-fi cover you’d liked so much to the original song on repeat.

‘But watching you stand alone? All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow’

You turn around to face him, his turquoise hues looking down into yours. “Our song.” you say, and he smiles. “Our song.” he repeats after you. ‘One step closer,’ you hum along, the acoustics dancing in the salty breeze. The two of you gradually move into a slow sway, letting the music play. It isn’t long before he pipes up.

“You know what, fuck it. I suck at singing but who cares?” he says, and you huff out a laugh as he gives his best attempt at the second verse as it plays, completely and comically tone-deaf.

‘Time stands still Beauty in all she is I will be brave I will not let anything take away What's standing in front of me Every breath Every hour has come to this’

You don’t care to stifle your giggles much, because he loved seeing you laugh-even at his own expense. The corners of his eyes crinkle warmly, and he ‘tries’ even louder. “Oh, stop!” you laugh, half-heartedly smacking his chest. Your laughter is short lived, however, as he leans down to capture your lips.

One step closer.

You wrap your arms around his torso, relishing in his warmth. The kiss breaks as the two of you sway, lost in each other’s embrace. You bury your face in his duster, wishing this moment would last longer, terrified of having to choose, despite already having made up your mind, because you were convinced he didn't want to be a father.

Only the two of you on the beach, beneath the moon, slow-dancing, kissed by the salty air of the sea, foamy waters lazily lapping at the sands; a picture-perfect moment in the lives of a struggling couple. What made you make this decision in the first place was because you didn’t want to nail him down, when he could be out there, being him.

Free.

The song reaches its crescendo, and you tuck away all those fantasies of having a dysfunctional, yes-but happy nonetheless family-one by painstaking one.

One step closer.

Those words you prepared yourself to say…they die before they get the chance to form. And just like this, repeatedly, until the song ends, you try to actually say them.

“Touya…?” you say, your voice incredibly small. He hums in reply. No beating around the bush, you tell yourself. You sniff, peering up at him. He stares back at you, quizzically. “Dove?” he calls when you don’t speak. You smile.

It’s going to be okay.

“I found out…” you trail off, then sigh. “A couple of months ago.” you say, opting to stare at his shirt when he raises a brow. You briefly clench your jaw before spitting it out. “I’m pregnant.”

“I thought you should know…well, since…finding out much later would be fucked up, ya’know?” your voice wavers, tears beginning to gather at your eyes.

"I decided to keep it." the words tumble out of your mouth quickly, your resolve shattering as those tears begin to fall. "If you don't want to be there, I understand, you don't have--to-" your voice shrinks back as he grabs your chin and forces you to look up at him.

You blink away the blurriness caused by them…to see his widened turquoise hues brighter than ever. His throat bobs, an indistinct sound escaping him, steam emerging from his broken skin, in between the staples.

This phenomenon happened when he was flustered; something only you could do to him. However, when it takes a blackish hue, that was a warning sign.

"Touya!" you gasp, reaching up to grab his face, afraid the man you loved would spontaneously combust, but he stops you in your tracks.

"You're pregnant?" he repeats this; over and over, stupified. You gulp, nodding once. "Yes. I am, and I--" "You want to keep it?" he interrupts, drowning out your soft tone.

You hesitate for a moment.

Not because you weren't sure if you really wanted to keep it...but because you were afraid. Afraid he wouldn't want it. Afraid you'd have to let him go. Afraid the life growing inside you would nail him down, somehow. Afraid he would feel caged in.

You gasp softly, your voice failing you. All you can do is nod, crocodile tears streaming from your eyes.

"Mine?" you hear the disbelief in his voice, blackish smoke erupting from his throat, followed by a harsh cough as you nod again, surely; "Damnit, dove."

He exhales the smoke, pointedly staring at the ocean behind you. "That's not smart." he tells you. You knew it wasn't, but you didn't give a damn. He huffs, and you try to pull away, but he's quick to encase you with his arms. Your heart beats a mile a minute as he speaks.

"I don't think I can be a good dad." he admits, and you want to rebuff him, but you manage to keep it down. "I'm a wanted man, dove." he says. You know.

"I'm a criminal. I can't provide like a normal man." he continues, and you clench your teeth. "I can't be there all the time." he says, his words sprouting hope inside you.

You knew he couldn't be there. And that was okay.

But...your worries were still there.

You open your mouth, weakly pushing him away. "But I'll be damned if if you try to run, dove." his words shut you up. "It won't be pretty." he growls, his voicebox singed by his quirk. "S'don't to that t'me, okay?" his soft plea comes out hoarsely, his voice slowly giving out for the nth time, but you knew he'd get it back, like all the other times. You lift a hand, gingerly stroking his marred cheek, staples searing hot to the touch, but you didn't care. "Stay where I know you are, dove."

He leans into your touch, and you give him a kiss.

"I promise." you tell him. You and him, and the life inside you, would figure things out. You sigh softly-happily.

Your wish of a happy, dysfunctional family just might come true.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #bnha #dabi x reader #todoroki touya x reader #touya todoroki x reader #inspo'd by song fic #TWO songs this time #well one song #two artists so yeah #Spotify

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