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caelisblade · 10 months

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¡! attention | tartaglia

warnings: unprotected sex, established relationship, fem!bodied reader, oral (both), fingering (fem receiving), mentions of a ceiling mirror lol, very loving and whipped bf childe <3, overstimulation, very self indulgent, where is my gamer bf

word count: 2.3k

disclaimer: this is a repost from my old blog yaesnovels.

you didn’t want to disturb him.

it wasn’t like he would be mad or anything about you going in while he’s gaming and talking to him, in fact, he would be very excited to see you back from work, yet you knew that childe didn’t have time to play his games with his friends for a few days and you knew this was a break well-deserved, after working so much the past couple of days.

yet, you needed his attention so much in that moment. especially after seeing how tensed from everything he looked from losing multiple matches over and over. and he looked hot. and it didn’t help that the weather was extremely hot and childe had taken off his shirt, sitting there with only his shorts as you watched his lean and muscular body tense up once again while he talked to his friends.

his eyes widened at you suddenly crawling under the table and pulling down said shorts to press soft kisses on his cock’s tip. his body tensed up even more while you started to stroke his cock at the same time with your hand to get him harder.

“wha-”

“shh, don’t talk. just … continue playing”, you whispered as you looked up to him with a little grin on your lips before you took his tip into your mouth and heard him breath in sharply. it took him all sort of self-control not to moan out at you twirling your tongue around his tip and he looked down to see you smiling up to him.

childe let out a particularly loud groan when you started to take him a little deeper into your mouth. you had thought it would be good to surprise him as he was already stressed out and tense from work and losing the games. and just hearing those little grunts and groans made you clench your thighs together.

he couldn’t even focus on his game anymore. so, he just announced to his friends in the voice chat – in which he had previously muted himself in, because fuck, he wasn’t going to let them hear him get sucked off – that he would be going offline as ‘there was something else he needed to take care of’.

before you could even react, he was already pulling you up from your uncomfortable spot under the desk and was pressing his lips on yours. he was quick to have you sit on the desk while he was standing between your legs.

“god, what did i do to deserve you?”, he asked as he trailed his lips down your neck and you closed your eyes in bliss, shivers forming on your skin. a soft moan escaped your lips as he proceeded to pull on your shirt to suck on your one nipple while he was pinching the other one softly. getting impatient, he took it off to press light kisses all over your stomach. “so cute and adorable when you were trying to suck me off, darling. i love you.”

he finally pulled down your own shorts, leaving you all naked in front of him. he looked into your eyes which sent a shudder through your body, making him smile. after all this time you still shivered at the way he looked at you. his voice got so much deeper all of a sudden; “all you wanted was some attention, right? you could’ve just asked but decided to go such ways, my love. unnecessary waste of time. you know, i love to give you all the attention you want. all you need to do is to ask. it doesn’t matter if i’m gaming. just go ahead.”

“i just wanted to make you feel good”, you mumbled as a reply. your fingers were tangled up in his hair from the sweet kisses he had given you just now. “i know you’ve been stressed out lately and i didn’t want to disturb you from your gaming because you deserved this time with your friends more than anything.”

childe realized once again how much in love he was with you. you were so considerate and showed him how much you loved him every single day in every way possible.

he then finally put his thumb on your clit, slowly and softly massaging over the sensitive spot and making you breathe in sharply. childe was being extra slow and it felt like there was almost no pressure coming from his thumb that would make you lose your mind and have your eyes roll back like usually with him. “please”, you said with a soft voice.

he had this smug smirk on his lips that made you realize how he was going to tease you – probably to the point you’re on the verge of tears, maybe even actually crying before he finally makes you cum on only his fingers and maybe his mouth, too.

“sorry? i don’t think i got that. would you please repeat it, my love?”, he said while starting to rub your clit with a little more pressure, before he stopped to listen to your breaking voice beg for him.

“please, just …”, you didn’t know what you were asking for anymore; all you wanted was his attention on you and you got that now. “just please make me come. all i wanted was your attention and i know i should’ve just asked, but just didn’t want to disturb you.”

“i know, darling, i know. i’m just messing with you. i want to make you feel good, yeah? i was just kidding, darling, i just wanted to hear you beg for me”, he reassured you with a giggle before he proceeded with softly circling his thumb around your clit and multiple soft pecks on your lips. “do you want me to continue?” your quick nodding made him chuckle once again before he leaned in and softly kissed you on the lips once again, this time longer than the previous ones.

he loved doing that – giving you soft, little and playful kisses on the lips. they made you happy and your soft giggles warmed his heart. at times like this he felt extremely lucky to be yours and that you were his.

childe was extremely sweet during foreplay. well, most of the time. he would take his time pleasuring you with his tongue or fingers alone. at other times, however, he would be so impatient to finally take you, raw and with nothing holding him back. today was one of the days he felt even more … generous than usual with the foreplay.

he was quick to make you come on his fingers once; oh, those beautiful, long fingers that made you see stars so quickly. the way they reached deeper than yours could ever – you loved his hands and fingers quite a lot – more than you’d admit to him directly.

then he took his time with eating you out – he always talked about how much he loved it and the taste of you. childe was such a giving lover; you sometimes couldn’t handle it. he managed to make you cum just on his tongue so quickly, it took you a couple of moments to calm down again.

“ajax, please”, you were breathless as you tangled up your fingers in his hair to pull him up to look at him properly. his chin and lips were glistening with his spit and your cum; he quickly brushed it away with his thumb and licked the remaining cum away – and he once again had this smirk on his lips, knowing the effect on this tiny little action on you. your whole body was shaking from the aftermath of the two orgasms he managed to pull out of you back to back.

he was quick to take you down from his desk, have you lay down on your shared bed and climb on top of you. the deep, loving gaze made you feel the same butterflies you were feeling just moments ago once again. “i love you”, childe mumbled as he buried his face into your neck, placing soft kisses on the sensitive skin and making you whine.

“can you please just fuck me now? i have been waiting patiently, ajax. please.” you were on the verge of tears – just as he intended to – as you felt his tip on your sensitive clit with which he had been previously playing around with his thumb while he was eating you out.

“how can i say no to you?”, he replied before he aligned himself with your hole and slowly thrusted in. your eyes rolled back as the overstimulation kicked in and made you squirm around – to which he grabbed your legs and held them firmly. the grip was so tight that you were sure you would feel the pain of them tomorrow.

childe started off with a rather slow pace, not wanting to overwhelm you too much anymore after all the teasing and overstimulation he had already put your body through. however, you clenching around him so tightly made him forget about that and he was quick to fasten his pace. your moans grew louder and you were already so close once again.

his grunts were heavenly to listen to – you could swear you would be able to get off to them alone so easily. as you closed your eyes in bliss, he roughly grabbed your chin to make you look at him. “eyes open, darling. i need you to watch how i rearrange your fucking guts”, he grunted out. the sudden action made you once again roll your eyes back.

right, the mirror. he insisted on the mirror right over the bed as you moved in together because “it would make things interesting”. his words. you tried to focus on your reflection on top of you.

watching his rough thrusts you noticed how tense his entire body had become in focus of pleasuring you. however, that wasn’t the how things were supposed to be. you wanted to make him feel relaxed and destress. yet, you also knew being a giving lover, this was his way of relaxing – by seeing you lose your mind while he rearranges your guts.

all those thoughts disappeared when childe delivered a particularly hard thrust that made you moan out loudly and close your eyes for a moment, as you finally felt him come inside of you. he let out a deep groan that had you focus on his heavy breaths.

you watched his body relax over you as he continued with a couple more slower thrusts to ride out his orgasm and he proceeded with trying to get you to your release with his fingers rubbing over your clit. the way you finally clenched around him as you came made him groan out once again.

he doesn’t remember the last time he had come this hard. maybe it was the way you kept on insisting to get him to relax and tried to suck him off by surprise – which his ego just didn’t accept. he lived off your reactions to him giving you all the pleasure he possibly could. and today, those reactions were particularly turning him on.

once he pulled out, he watched his cum drip out of you on the sheets. oh, how much he loved to watch you be unable to take everything he has to give to you.

that alone made him want to go again, his cock once again hard against his belly. he was quick to pull you on top of him as he was sitting up against the headboard and you were sitting on his lap. “ride me. please”, he mumbled. “i know you’re sensitive and just want to sleep but–”

you interrupted his little “speech” by aligning your hole with his cock and pushing yourself down on him. he looked up into the mirror as you slowly started off to ride him and the look alone of your struggling to take him could’ve made him come again in less than a minute like a horny teenager. “oh, god, ajax”, you sighed at the way he felt inside of you, making you feel all those butterflies and shivers down your spine.

childe put his arms around your waist as you lost any remaining energy in your body and slumped down against his chest. “please, i … can’t”, your voice was so breathless and hoarse. “i just wanted you to feel good and wanted to help you destress but … too much.”

“come on, my love, you can do this one more time”, he started off to thrust up into your cunt and made you cry out loudly, this time with tears rolling down your cheeks and he felt them drop on his skin. he knew he was close and could tell the same about you by the way you started clenching around him so tightly, your body shuddering and shaking.

he let out the prettiest and whiniest moan when he finally came inside of you once again. childe didn’t remember the last time he was this sensitive but he liked the feeling. he slowly pulled out again, slowly rolling you around to have you lay on your back. “didn’t…”, you mumbled.

“i’m so proud of you, darling. don’t worry about anything, just let me clean you up and we’ll sleep, yeah?”, he said and you nodded with a smile on your lips. he quickly did what he promised and hugged you tight as he put the blanket over the both of you.

“i love you”, you said, almost asleep and made him smile brightly. oh, and how much he loved you, too.

#(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟtartaglia #genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin tartaglia #genshin childe #tartaglia smut #childe smut

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kawowoa · 4 months

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retwists with sukuna <3

synopsis : it’s been a few months since your last retwist, your boyfriend thinks it’s stupid for you to go out and get it done when he’s right there

character : sukuna

info : gn. black reader, sukuna swears but not that much, but he’s nice and very loving, minimal dialogue n weird pacing, not beta read or proofread

wc : 1k

a/n : first jjk fic!! bare with me pls i never had locs so if some parts are a little inaccurate lmk!

you stare at yourself in the mirror, twirling one of your locs between your fingers. it’s been a few months of constant oiling and moisturizing your hair with products your mother bought and shipped to your house under the guise that it’ll keep your hair healthy and long (and possibly grow longer!)

she wasn’t wrong—your hair grew a lot, so much that you can’t see your scalp anymore. you silently curse but bless your mother for her unnecessarily good products

“the hell are you doing?” you hear his voice say from your left. you let out a small huff, turning to face your boyfriend. sukuna looked at you with a small frown, his eyes squinting at you almost like he was silently judging you

“just looking at my hair, think i need to book an appointment for a retwist” you explain to him, turning back to the mirror. you brush your locs out of your face, pouting when they only bounce back over your eyes

sukuna let out a short laugh, now standing behind you. he dragged his hands up your forehead, using his hands as a makeshift headband, only to yank his hands back, causing your head to snap back

you let out a small yelp, whining about his unnecessary use of his strength. he was always so heavy handed, stemming from the hours he put into the gym. a grin tugged the corners of his lips, earning a frown from you

“you don’t need to waste your damn money like that. let me do it for you” sukuna murmured against your skin. he stared down at your face, watching how your eyebrows pinched together as you contemplated his request

there’s no way he, your boyfriend, the most impatient man you know wants to do your retwist. the same man that was grumbling and pouting because you took too long too long to come back with food. the same man that would complain when you took too long to get ready for bed

there’s just no way

“you sure?” he nodded. “positive?” he nodded again. “okay then” he grinned

“fuck this shit, you got too much damn hair”

you knew something like this would happen, barely ten minutes in and he’s already complaining

you were seated between sukuna’s legs on the floor, his heavy hands giving you whiplash as he moved your head every which way. sukuna grumbling in your ears as his eyes darted from the laptop screen playing a tutorial and back down to your hair

you couldn’t help but laugh at him. it reminded you of your mother, you could practically hear her voice through sukuna’s words, the same tone complaining about your thick hair

it warmed your heart, a dumb grin on your face that sukuna couldn’t see

“you wanted to help, don’t go complaining now” you teased, tilting your head back to look at him with a cheeky grin

he frowned, his eyes narrowing at you behind the thin red framed glasses. he pushed your head back down, grumbling about how you’re ‘so damn annoying’

he was lying, not really. but you didn’t care, you loved him anyway

the two of you fell into a comfortable silence except for the buzz of hearing the lady speaking into the mic, instructing each of sukuna’s movements

it was a constant pattern sukuna easily fell into: using the comb to make a part, smoothing it out with the gel then twisting the hair in the comb

palm rolling had to be the hardest part for him, you could tell with the way he would grunt and how the loc would slip from his fingers, messing up his rhythm

it was cute, everything about him was

—

a few hours pass, if you went to a shop—like you had planned to before sukuna came into the picture—they would’ve been done by now. not that you cared if it meant spending more time with your boyfriend

“almost done, jus’ got the top of your big head to do” sukuna said, you could hear the grin in his voice. maybe you should’ve went to the shop instead

“rude! my head isn’t big!” you shot back, eliciting a hearty laugh from him. it made you smile, almost making you forget how he basically insulted you

“mhm, whatever helps ya sleep at night” sukuna presses the tips of his fingers against your temple, tipping your head back to press a feather light kiss onto your forehead

it made you pout, in return you just get a snide smirk before he tipped your head back forward, making you stare at the wall

the cool metal of the comb slid through your new growth as sukuna formed your favored part. his hands moving your head front, back, side to side as he made sure everything was even

he didn’t want his partner leaving the house with a messed up part. he’d be damned if he knew he was the cause of it too

—

“im done, go look in the mirror” sukuna said after almost another twenty minutes of silence

your head felt heavy, all the small metal clips that kept your hair in place made themselves very apparent as they clinked against each other while you made your way back to the bathroom

you could hear sukuna snickering behind you as he followed you to the bathroom. ignoring him, your eyes fall onto your face in the mirror, analyzing your hair as your fingers brushed through your locs, being mindful of the clips

you let out a noise mixed with surprise and amusement. he was leaning against the doorframe once you faced him, his shoulders tensed up, you could tell he was interested in what you have to say

“it looks good! for your first time, you did it perfectly!” you praised him, a bright smile on your face

it affected him, enough for him to have a bashful look on his face. “i know, i know. now you don’t need those shitty stylist who want to scam you out of ya money”

“okay, now you’re being dramatic”

“i’m jus’ saying”

#★ ! fics #jjk #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #x black reader #sukuna x black reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu sukuna

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of-dragonss · 2 years

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a oneshot w sodo x fem!reader where the reader was injured and he becomes so protective and soft for the reader :))

i love this trope sm. also fun fact: i got hit in the face with the end of a mic stand in high school pretty hard my sophomore year on the day of the first show during practice bc the lead decided it’d be fun to twirl around with it while tech crew was putting up props. i was kneeling down and i got fucking ko’d and got a concussion 😎 that was my first ever nose bleed. fun times. so this is loosely based on that (dude who hit me apologized and was genuinely upset about it so it was all good.)

☽ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰ ༵ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰

— sodo/dewdrop ghoul x reader

summary: you get wacked in the face on accident and Dewdrop gets a little too overprotective

Bloody noses and gentle kisses

Being a stage technician for Ghost has a lot of perks in your opinion. You loved the time away from the Abbey. And you loved spending time with the ghouls. Mostly with your boyfriend of almost a year, Sodo.

The two of you have been going steady for a while now. Having known each other for almost three years. You two became fast friends when you joined the Abbey. 9 months ago he asked you on a date after two years of friendship and of course you said yes. It was obvious to everyone that the two of you had a thing for each other.

And now here you were, helping set up the stage for practice before tonight’s ritual. Copia had the Ghouls help as well to make things easier for stage techs. And you were grateful for their extra muscle. Things got put in place faster when Aether carried the heavier props and equipment.

You were taking a small three minute breather after running around making sure all the stage lighting was plugged in and functional. Sodo was sat down to the right of you, tuning his guitar. Enjoying the peaceful moment together next to each other before you went back to your duties.

You patted Sodos knee before moving to stand up again. But as you got into a kneeling position a hard object came in contact right smack in your face.

A yelp escaped you as your hands flew to cover your nose, eyes stinging with tears, already feeling how hot your face was from the impact of the hit. You closed your eyes shut as you doubled over in pain, feeling a warm liquid gush out of your nose and onto your hands that were still clasped over it.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” A clatter was heard as the person who accidentally hit you dropped the stand to rush over to check the damage they unintentionally caused. “I swear I didn’t see you! I’ll–.” The poor stage tech couldn’t finish their sentence as Sodo lunged at them, grabbing them by their shirt collar roughly.

“Sodo, let them go!” The sound of Aethers voice caught your attention. You opened your eyes to the sight in front of you. Sodos sharp teeth were bared and eyes full of anger. Rain also rushed over to help pry Sodo off the stage tech.

“It was an accident, Dew. Let them go.” Rain uttered, eyebrows furrowed as he pulled on Sodo’s right arm.

Cirrus and Sunshine rushed over to you, first aid kit in Sunshine’s hands as Cirrus gently removed your hands away from your face to help clean you up.

“It’s not broken but it’ll bruise.” Cirrus took the cloth from Sunshine’s hand and held it to your nose. “Keep this over your nose for a few minutes until the bleeding stops.” She instructed.

“How’s your head?” Sunshine piped up, head tilting to the side as she rubbed your back in a comforting gesture.

“I feel a headache coming.” You mumbled, voice nasally from the pressure you were putting on your nose.

You heard a thud where you knew the three ghouls and the tech stood. “Don’t go near them again.” Sodo spat, Aether and Rain leading him over to you as Cumulus appeared behind the three, eyes filled with confusion and worry,, going to check on the poor soul who was now on the ground rubbing his side where he was thrown on.

“Dewdrop.” You called out. “That was really unnecessary. They didn’t do it on purpose.” You scolded, the nasally sound of your voice failing to sound serious.

Sodo grabbed your upper arm and tugged you away from Cirrus and Sunshine who rolled their eyes at his actions, waving you goodbye as you disappeared back stage.

You blinked at Sodo who sat you on one of the crates that was now empty with equipment. “Are you sure you’re alright?” He asked gently wrapping his hands around your wrists where you still held the cloth to your nose.

“Not broken, I promise. But I feel a nasty headache coming.” You sighed, eyes downcast at the floor.

“Need to see if you have a concussion.” Sodo kissed your cheek, dropping his hands to your waist to bring you closer to him.

“I think the bleeding stopped.” You mumbled, removing the cloth from your nose. No more blood leaked from your nostrils. “That was my first ever nose bleed.” You giggled, looking at the cloth in your hands. “Satans ass, yeah my head hurts.”

“I’ll tell Copia I’m taking you back to the hotel.” Sodo sighed, gently resting his forehead against yours. “Do you need anything before we leave, love?” He questioned, kissing you on your cheek bones.

“Can we stay like this for a little? Until they call you back?” You asked quietly, closing your eyes.

“We can.” Sodo whispered, tugging you in closer to him, ignoring the blood that was now on his shirt.

“You have to apologize to them, you know.” You spoke, tapping his chest. “It was really an accident.”

Sodo groaned, burying his nose in your hair in a childish protest. “Fine. But if it happens again..” he trailed off.

“Dewdrop.” You warned, hitting him playfully.

“Empty threats. Promise.” He chuckled, pulling away slightly to kiss you on your lips properly. He managed to sneak in a lick at your upper lip as he pulled away.

“Dew! Ew! Gross, that blood came from my nose!” You pushed him away playfully, using a clean part of the cloth to clean the rest of the blood from your face.

“You taste so sweet though.” He teased, hands trailing down to your thighs.

“Ugh keep it in your pants today.” You groaned, but a smile pulled on your lips, unable to be mad at you boyfriend. He laughed, resting his forehead gently on yours once again, closing his eyes in content.

“Love you.”

“Love you too, doofus.” You giggled, cupping his face in your hands.

Being a stage technicians also had its cons. Sometimes accidents happen. And when they happen to you, Sodo is always there to make you feel better.

#sodo ghoul x reader #dewdrop ghoul x reader #dewdrop x reader #sodo x reader #nameless ghoul x reader #nameless ghouls x reader #the band ghost x reader #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #ghost x reader

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roronoaswifey · 1 year

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𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒.

summary. your feelings and thoughts are all over the place when your best friend suddenly reappears in your life after having disappeared months ago.

pairing. portgas d. ace x gn!reader

warnings/tags. angst, implied past sex, best friends to strangers to lovers, ace is kinda a slut but we been knew, reader is yet again jealous, reader has hair, kinda ooc ace

wc. 4.3k

kazu’s note. listened to best friend by the weeknd and his toxic ass had me thinking… half of these lyrics are from the song LMFAO

you hadn’t seen that freckled face in months.

his pearly whites, grinning boyishly, the oh so familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. he screamed trouble wherever he went. whether it was sending flames into pirates who asked for problems, whether it was a clumsy mistake in which ended in you sprawled beneath him, bulky arms trapping you, moans and cries slipping into the moonlit night.

“you…” you trailed off, mug filled with booze nearly slipping from your loosen grip.

no matter where he went, he radiated a charm so intoxicating, so daring. was it the confidence in his steps? was it the way he always held his chin up, pink lips stretching into that infamous smirk? whatever the reason was, he always managed to have you folding every single resolve you had built in the first place.

“missed me, best friend?”

you nearly scoffed at his audacity. that’s what it was. even if he was annoyingly attractive and had an intriguing personality, one thing the man had was the nerve.

“fuck off, ace,” saying his name felt almost taboo. you hadn’t— or tried not to— thought of him in nearly a year. he up and left you in the worst of situations, in your most vulnerable moment, ghosting you and every responsibility he left with you, choosing against holding himself accountable and fleeing.

“is that a way to greet a bestie you haven’t seen in so long?” the raven haired slipped into the seat next to yours, fingers tapping at the wooden counter, signalling the bartender to come over.

you rolled your eyes, not holding back on your scoff either, “and who’s fault is that, exactly?” you heard ace chuckle lowly, and you thanked whatever god that’d been looking over you, grateful you weren’t able to see the way the corner of his lips definitely curved into that smile.

“suppose it’s mine,” he shrugged, as if he wasn’t at fault, as if hadn’t smashed and dashed you about a year ago.

when the bartender made her way towards the both of you, you weren’t surprised to see the blush draping over her cheeks so desperately, her shaky fingers wiping a previously used mug with a cloth.

“w-what could i get you, sir?” she posed nervously, eyes having a hard time to keep up with ace’s flirtatious ones.

“surprise me, love.” you visibly stifled an unimpressed laugh, focusing on finishing your drink and ignoring ace’s eyes now on you.

he looked back at the young bartender, propping an elbow on the counter and leaning his cheek into his cupped palms, “make sure it’s as sweet as you are,”

“s-sure! give me a second,” she was now steaming in blush head to toe, clumsily placing the cleaned mug onto the counter and scurrying off to mix a drink to ace’s liking.

when the bartender left his field of vision, he barked a laugh, now shifting his body so he could focus his attention back onto you. with a raised eyebrow, he spoke, “what a sweet thing, am i right?”

“what would i know?” you grumbled moodily, annoyed at both him and yourself for falling into his obvious bait. “she barely got to say anything before you started speaking with your dick.”

“is that what i was doing?” ace urged, leaning forward and you got a good whiff of his familiar scent, cursing yourself for the way your heat began throbbing at unnecessary flashbacks.

“i mean i get you’ve always been slow, but don’t try to play stupid,” you snickered, wrist moving in circular motions as you twirled the remaining of drink in your cup.

“me? slow?” ace pulled back in faux offence, slapping his hand over his bare chest dramatically. “i’m offended you’d ever say such a thing! i am no where near stupid, that’s you projecting!”

“tone it down, pretty boy,” the casual nickname, that initially began as an insult, slipped past your tongue with ease. your own eyes widened in shock for a split second, and you were certain he’d caught on.

“pretty boy, hmm,” he now entirely shifted in his seat, full body facing you. he went back to leaning his cheek in his palm, a wolffish grin decorating his pink lips, “i missed that name.”

your heart sunk at the implication. how dare he say he missed that nickname as if it was your fault he wasn’t hearing it anymore? what was the matter with this incredibly sexy idiot?

“again, who’s fucking fault is that?” you now turned your body to face him, face contorted in pure annoyance. your brows creased in the centre of your forehead, nose scrunched and lips set in a frown.

“i did say mine, i believe,” he tapped his index finger on his chin, pretending to think things through.

“why’d you leave, ace?” you finally asked, the question weighing heavily on your mind for as long as you could remember.

why’d he leave? where had he gone to? why didn’t he ever try to keep in touch with you? was it something you did? did he pick up on the feelings you were catching? was that really what drove him to leave you?

“cutting straight to the point, i see,” he chuckled, though it wasn’t his regular, flirty ones. it felt almost regretful, almost sad, but you didn’t want to think too much on it.

“i’m sorry, did you expect causal small talk after having dipped out of fucking nowhere?” you countered, jerking back and eyebrow raised in an unimpressed manner.

“maybe,” he teased, and when your frown only deepened, he laughed apologetically, hands thrown up in surrender. “alright, alright, don’t kill me now,”

“hurry ace, or else i’m leaving in the next few seconds,” you glared coldly, hoping he caught onto the double-implication of your statement.

from the way he tensed in surprise momentarily, you knew he did. good.

he let out a defeated sigh, a short smile falling on his face, “yeah, i guess that’s fair. i mean, i only did it ‘cause—”

“your drink, sir!” the bartender spawned out of the blue, a more confident aura all over. she had a bright smile, despite the evidence of her nervousness tainted on her cheeks.

you didn’t hold back the roll of your eyes. it wasn’t that you had anything against the girl. you hadn’t even cared for her even when she gave you your drink a few minutes ago. but did she have to show up when you were finally ready to hear the reasoning behind ace’s disappearance?

“thank you, sweetheart. may i ask what did you concoct here?” ace asked, definitely stalling so he would either have more time to think an answer through or drive you to leave so he wouldn’t have to answer.

much to his dismay, you were determined to hear what he had to say.

“i probably shouldn’t say, it’s the bar’s secret recipe,” she fiddled with her thumbs shyly, her blue eyes everywhere but on ace. you hated how you knew just exactly how she felt, seeing as you were once in her shoes.

you kissed your teeth under your breath, your own eyes set on your drink.

“what a bummer,” ace feigned sadness, lips falling into a pout. he suddenly switched into a happy mood, the pout fading into a cocky smirk that had both you and the bartender definitely folding. “i do enjoy surprises though.”

the bartender’s lips parted slightly, eyes shimmering in awe, “i… i hope you enjoy it. it was my first time trying it out, s-so i’m not sure if it’ll amount to your expectations but—”

“nonsense. i’m sure it’ll blow me away,” and before she could retort, he brought the mug to his lips and took gracious gulps of the mixture.

while the bartender eyed expectantly, waiting for a reaction from the freckled male, you watched from your peripheral to see what his reaction would be.

not that you didn’t know already. you knew exactly what kind of guy ace was.

ace pulled the drink away, the liquid trickling past his mouth and down his chin as he brought his hand to swipe the drink away. his lips smacked for a while, marinating the taste with precision, before a grin appeared on his face.

you rolled your eyes at his hopelessness. you knew exactly what was coming.

“this surpassed any expectation i had!” he laughed, before taking more sips of his drink as if to prove his point. he probably missed the way heart eyes jumped out of the bartender’s face.

“i-i’m glad you enjoyed it! feel free to have some more!” she brought another mug before him, placing it too excitedly on the counter.

“i’m planning on it, love,” he winked, handing her his previous empty cup in favour for the newly filled one. you only caught a glance of it, but the drink seemed to be a light pink-brownish mixture, and you did wonder what exactly was in the drink.

“although,” he leaned forward, propping himself on his elbows, eyes watching her intensely, “i really would love to hear more about this recipe,”

“i could always let you know some other time, since i am on shift right now…” she trailed off, subconsciously leaning in as well, almost in a trance at ace’s hypnotic gaze.

“yeah? you’d do that for me?” he pressed on further, loving the way you tended in annoyance at his side. you knew he knew you were pissed, and that only enraged you further. why were you always falling into his cheap games?

your hand clenched unintentionally around your mug, but the bartender was too far deep in love to even notice.

“i would.. i really would..” the bartender let her lips part, mumbling as her eyes basically beaming in joy. ace hummed, letting his eyes fall from her lips back to her gaze, and you felt your heart sink to the deepest pit of your stomach.

was he really going to do this right in front of you?

“‘m sure you would,” ace indulged, waiting to see how long it’d take for you to crack. “you are a sweetheart, after all.”

“o-only for you…” was she even realizing how ridiculous she sounded, submitting to a man she hardly knew? how unprofessional was she, to be flirting with her customers on shift? why was this bothering you so fucking much?

“you’re too cute,” ace scrunched his nose, bringing a hand up to push a loose strand of pink hair past her face and behind her ear. “has anybody told you that?”

you could throw up. you’re almost certain he used that exact line on you when you both had met for the first time. says a lot about him, you supposed.

“you’re the first,” her eyes diverted back to the counter, blood rushing quick all over her skin, and you cringed at her humbleness.

“i mean,” ace’s eyes glanced so quickly at you that you thought you were imagining things until he spoke his next words, “i could be your first of many things—”

you slammed your drink on the counter. the bartender snapped out of her daze, and ace had finally sunk back into his seat, a proud smile on his face.

fishing in your pocket, you pulled out a twenty dollar bill before flicking it to your drink, “keep the fucking change,” before wasting no time to bolt past the exit. you didn’t care anymore to hear whatever the raven haired had to say, he clearly didn’t care for how you felt at all.

making your way outside the dark sky, you let out a deep sigh, shoulders sagging in defeat as you felt your blood boil in annoyance. how could he joke about something so sensitive like that? did he find a thrill in genuinely pissing you off? you had confided the last of your innocence to the man, and for him to sneak diss you like that in public made you feel foolish.

“the nerve of that fucking bastard,” you mumbled, kicking at a pebble on the floor.

you walked further down the shore of the sea, wanting to be away as possible from the loud and smelly bar. the fresh gust of wind of the sea brought you at peace, clearing your mind from its previous tense state.

so what if ace doesn’t care for you anymore? it’s not like you gave a fuck, even if you had been locked in your room for weeks, wondering what you’d done that drove him away. even if you had called his younger brother and asked if he heard any news of the boy, that doesn’t mean you cared. and it has much less to do with the fact you found yourself weeks later craving for a sense of intimacy in strangers you met in bars, fucking them to numb the pain of your best friend leaving you.

you didn’t fucking care.

“so you were jealous, after all.”

your left brow twitched in irritation. the last person you wanted to hear, the last person you wanted in your presence just had to come after you. what was his deal? you left him alone with that goddamn bartender so he could drag her to the nearest stall and fuck her as he pleased.

so why was he here?

“fuck off, ace,” you repeated your previous words but with much more malice. “just fucking leave me alone— that’s all your best at doing anyway.”

“y/n,” he said your name for the first time tonight, and you couldn’t help the way your head whipped back at him. the way your name rolled off his tongue so easily made you realize you missed him more than you’d like to admit.

shit.

“thought you were gonna give me a chance at explaining myself?” he dared to ask you, and for what felt like the nth time this night, you rolled your eyes at him.

“well that was before you decided to strip the bartender with your eyes,” you countered, your stomach churning with uneasinesses at the thought of it.

ace, however, shrugged helplessly, “it was just to rile you up. you know how much i love to piss you off,” and yes, you were painfully aware of the fact. it still didn’t change the fact you knew and still felt a twinge— more like twinges— of jealousy. you were an idiot, a jealous idiot.

“doesn’t change anything,” you turned back around, feeling yourself crumble at the soft gaze he gave you, like the manipulative bastard he was, because there was no other logical explanation for it.

“guess not.” he concluded, and a silence fell between you both. you slightly regretted having turned around since you now couldn’t read his expression or know how he was feeling. though, ace was always unreadable.

the stars that lit in the moonlight painfully reminded you of multiple nights you’d spent on the roof of a house, in the middle of a field or even a random ship on sea, and how you’d always been coddled in warm arms, chattering away about absolute nonsense, soft kisses shared that even led to mind-blowing sex.

how many other people had he shared the same experiences with? how many other people had he cuddled, sexed up and left just as hopeless as you were? did you really not matter to him at all?

“what we got, y/n, is secure,” ace spoke softly, and your arms found themselves crossed over your chest almost protectively. “there isn’t anything or anybody else that could ever amount to what you and me had.”

“so why’d you leave?” you whispered, hating the vulnerability laced in your tone. your arms clutched you further, “why leave if that was the case?“

“that’s just it, darling,” you heard him take a step closer and instinctively, you took one too. you wanted to keep a distance with the boy, fearing you’d do the impossible and beg him to stay.

he sighed at your actions, before continuing, “i didn’t want to be responsible for your heart, if we fell,” he bravely took another step and this time you stayed still. “things you wanted, i wasn’t looking for. i feared that if anything ever escalated, i’d get clumsy and tear your heart apart.”

you stiffened, eyes wide as you blankly stared the sea. so he did know of your feelings. he knew how you felt, and instead of turning you down gently, he decided to fucking run away? he wanted to handle it like a child instead of the adult he was?

“i loved you,” he confessed after a moment of silence. your heart sunk at the revelation. “i realized a few weeks into our relationship. but you were my best friend, and i foolishly thought we couldn’t get any closer than that.”

“so you ran off?!” you cut him off, turning around. you were fuming, how could he mess with your emotions like that? “you fuck me for months and the minute you sense a change you tuck your dick in your pants and fuck off to god knows where?”

“i thought we had arrangements,” ace tried to justify himself. when you scoffed, he sighed helplessly and ran his fingers through his hair, “when i realized you caught feelings too, i got scared, terrified even. i thought you weren’t like that, the type to fall for somebody like me.”

“but i did. and you stupidly decided to scurry off,” you repeated yourself, wanting your point to come across. you wanted him to realize how selfish he’d been, and how much pain he put you through. “had it ever even crossed your mind on how i would feel?”

“i never wanted to hurt you,” he whispered, stepping even closer. he was now right before you, and the way he towered over you was so comforting. “it was never my intention. i know i was being selfish, but the truth is that i feared what would happen if we had taken it further and you realized i wasn’t worth your time.”

“you can’t just go and decide things for me, ace!” you exclaimed in annoyance, and to further that annoyance, ace stayed quiet. “shit like that is up for me to decide— i would never do you dirty like that!”

“i knew that,” ace nodded, and you wanted to rip the hairs off your head. “but deep down, something was telling me the opposite. that you’d realize you had much better for you waiting past the grand line. and i didn’t want to put myself through that ache,”

“so you decided to put me through it instead.” you deadpanned, no ounce of remorse or guilt. ace bit his lip in shame, eyes momentarily diverting to the floor before he found your cold eyes again.

“i’m sorry. i’m not expecting you to forgive me, not in the slightest, but i do what you to know there wasn’t a day i wasn’t think of you, and how badly i wanted to apologize.”

“don’t give me that bullshit,” you snarled, and when you felt warm hands holding your shaky shoulders, you felt tears pooling in your eyes.

“it’s the truth,” he reassured you, thumb grazing your skin so delicately, that you bit your lip in attempt to hold back a sob. the gentle look he was giving you did nothing to help your shaken thoughts.

so, ace loved you back. was that in the past? had his feelings for you vanished? and he left you because he was scared you would realize you could do better than him. what a load of bullshit— who else knew you better inside and out than he did? who cared of his heritage, his bloodline, his reputation? he was simply ace in your eyes, not the infamous rookie fire fist ace, or portgas d. ace, son of former pirate king, gol d. roger.

just ace.

“you didn’t have to say it, but i knew you didn’t want to have sex as friends no more,” ace filled in the silence with more explanation, and you didn’t think you could stomach what else he had to say, “i could feel it in the way you’d look at me with so much love. i didn’t and still don’t think i’m worthy of holding all of it. so, in the only way i knew how, i left. i took every single feeling i had for you and ran away with them, hoping both you and i could move on,”

“i got sidetracked,” ace admitted, fingers now pushing away your hair from your shoulders behind your back, and the way your face shone from the moon’s reflection had his stomach tumbling with fondness. “the deal was initially to fool around, and the more we took it further, i focused less on our friendship and more on what could’ve been a potential relationship.”

your glistening eyes watched in anticipation, waiting for him to do anything. the way his fingertips left traces of warmth all over your skin, the way his dark eyes grazed all over your facial features, the soft smile he gave you— you wanted him to kiss you like he meant it.

“and i can’t believe how stupid i’d been. i talked things out with marco, and he made me realize i needed to come find you and settle this straight once and for all.”

settle this…? “ace, what are you implying?” you asked, hoping desperation didn’t leak through your voice. you were hoping he was implying just what you thought he was. you wanted nothing else other than him, and no amount of money or dates or dick could ever change that.

he flicked you a charming smile, “y/n, let’s try it again, but properly this time. can i be yours? if you’ll have me of course,” his left hand cupped your cheek, the pad of his thumb smoothening your soft skin.

your stomach tightened. your heart erupted in butterflies. you felt a shorten of breath, throat suddenly clogging and mouth dry. was this a joke? surely this couldn’t have been real. you’d been longing for him for so long, you were scared you were gonna wake up and realize ace was never yours in the first place.

but, at the feel of his calloused fingers caressing your cheek, brown eyes staring down at you deeply, the warmth of his body hitting you all at once with his unique scent, you knew this was far from a dream. it all felt too real.

and as ecstatic as you were, you were also an asshole. and so, for the fun of it, you brought your hand to the one resting on your face and when his face lit up you almost felt bad for what you were about to do, “i’ve already moved on, ace…”

his smile dropped, and you swear you heard his heart shatter. you held back a laugh, watching as his own eyes began to water, slowly retracting his hand from your cheek.

“ah, i see…” he trailed off awkwardly, and you wanted to stop but you needed to see how this would play out. “of course. it’s my fault anyway, so i get it.”

“yeah..” you trailed off yourself, out of words to fill in the silence. you watched as he gulped, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek out of reflex. he looked on the verge of tears and you really didn’t want to bring him that far but you wanted to push it just a little further, “i’m sorry ace, but i found somebody else.”

“o-oh,” he nodded, eyes boring to the rocky floor beneath you both. he bit his lip, eyebrows scrunching as he most likely held back his tears, “well, i wish the both of you the best—”

“oh my god ace, fuck i’m sorry, i’m joking!” you broke out of character, a laugh escaping you before you could help it. you revelled in the way he jolted in surprise, teary eyes widening and his lips parted in shock. he looked like a dumb puppy, and your chest only blossomed further with warmth.

“y/n, what the fuck?” he whined, pouting childishly as he softly shoved your shoulder. you doubled over, laughter consuming you as the taller boy continued to mumble about how he was ready to sob on the floor in seconds tops.

“i’m sorry but you deserved it,” you wiped a tear from your eye, giggling at the idea of him crying over your rejection.

“i guess… but still?!” he rolled his eyes sassily, hands resting on his hips. “i was about to fly out of here in tears, you fucking sadist!”

“my apologies, best friend,” you emphasized, leaning closer towards him, and when his arms snaked to your waist with practiced ease, you flung your arms over his neck, fingers fondling the nape of his hair.

“apology not accepted,” he complained, and you rolled your eyes playfully at his attitude. as if he had any right to deny an apology, you thought but decided to bite your tongue. “you’ll have to prove to me you’re actually sorry.”

“is there something i could do to earn your forgiveness?” you played into his game, subconsciously pushing forward, the familiarity of his eyes pulling you into a trance.

ace hummed in faux thought, his eyes flicking from your glossy lips back to your seductive gaze. his infamous smirk etched on his face, flashing his boyish grin, as his fingers massaged the flesh of your waist with delicacy.

“gimme a kiss and i’ll consider it.”

“you’ll consider it?” you giggled, and when ace sassily rolled his eyes, you nodded, pressing your chest onto his bare one. you felt the grip around your hips tighten, and you tilted your head to the side, your own lips parting.

you watched as he hypnotically leaned in, falling to your charms, and you mentally high fived yourself for being able to make the ace all dazed and blushy like a schoolgirl.

“consider it done, pretty boy.” you smiled prettily, and finally locked lips with the man your heart had yearned for months.

he’s such a slut ugh.

#roronoaswifey.exe #kazuha’s works 📂#portgas d. ace #fire fist ace #ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #one piece #x reader

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u and jude are bsfs and u have been since u were kids. And everyone is completely aware that he has a massive crush on you (his family and friends are always hinting at it and teasing you both but you both just laugh it off even tho deep down you know it’s true). So he’s always flirting with you and being all touchy with you and even tho you like him too u don’t want to commit to him if he’s not ready to express how he feels about you.

So imagine your families plan a holiday together and you’re trying to figure out which swimsuits and stuff to wear and u call ur girlfriends and they joke about and they’re like “ask jude to decide, maybe then he’ll confess how in love he is with you” and at first u laugh but then ur like hmm good idea. So u call him over and ur trying them all on in front of him and u can see he’s getting so turned on and at one point he pulls you in for a kiss and it starts getting heated and he tells you that he needs you and u stop him and ur like “i need you to need me as more than just a fling tho” and he realises how insecure u must feel and he’s like “i need you properly, in a committed way” and ur heart just flutters a little bc he reassured u completely

u know that he hasn’t got the best track record with girls and he’s ur best friend and he means so much to u that u don’t wna be just another notch on his belt, u want all or nothing with him. and his feelings are so obvious to u and everyone but he just hasn’t admitted them bc he can also see how hesitant u are abt him like when his flirting goes a bit too far you’ll sort of distance urself from him for a little while.

but ur inviting him around for ur little fashion show and he’s just laying on ur bed and at first his all relaxed and fine bc it’s nothing, he’s seen u in bikinis and ur underwear hundreds of time but with each swimsuit the material is getting smaller and smaller till he can practically see everything and he’s standing up to pace a little bc he’s going insane. and then u come out in this scrap of material that barely covers anything and his sanity is hanging on a thread. him just tipping his head back with a groan, hands rubbing down his face and he’s all “ur killing me here” and ur acting all innocent like “what’re u talking abt? do u like it or not?” doing a little twirl that was so unnecessary and he can see ur whole arse. and he’s stumbling all “do i like? are u- jesus christ woman” and suddenly he’s kissing u and it’s so soft but so passionate at the same time and ur literally dizzy from it when he pulls away. he’s all “u have no idea how badly i’ve wanted to do that” and he’s trying to kiss u again but ur shaking ur head all “i’m not doing this if ur just gna kiss me and leave and tomorrow act like nothing happened. i’m not doing that with u. i need u to need me properly, not as some stupid hook up” and he’s looking at u all confused bc how can u not know that he’s needed u properly for his whole life?? he’s just cupping ur face and planting a feather light kiss to ur lips all “i need u 100%. just u always and completely. ur not hook up material, not for me” and he’s kissing u again but then pulling back and adding “that means i need u as my girlfriend if that wasn’t clear”

#hey jude :)

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contains: unprotected sex, established relationship, fem!bodied reader, oral (both), fingering (fem receiving), mentions of a ceiling mirror lol, very loving and whipped bf childe <3, overstimulation, very self indulgent, where is my gamer bf ; repost from my old blog @/y0imyas

reblogs and feedback are very appreciated <3

you really didn’t want to disturb him.

it wasn’t like he would be mad or anything about you going in while he’s gaming and talking to him - in fact, he would be very excited to finally see you. yet you knew that childe didn’t have time to play his games with his friends for a few days now and you knew he deserved a break more than anything after working so much the past couple of days.

yet, you needed his attention so much in that moment. especially after seeing how pent-up from everything he looked from losing multiple matches over and over. and he looked hot. and it didn’t help that the weather was extremely hot and childe had taken off his shirt, sitting there with only his shorts as you watched his muscular body tense up once again while he talked to his friends.

his eyes widened at you suddenly crawling under the table and pulling down said shorts to press soft kisses on his tip. his body tensed up even more while you started to stroke his cock at the same time with your hand to get him harder.

“wha-”

“shh, don’t talk. just … continue playing”, you whispered as you looked up to him with a little smile on your lips before you took his tip into your mouth and heard him breath in sharply. it took him all sort of self-control not to moan out at you twirling your tongue around his tip and he looked down to see you smiling up to him.

he couldn’t even focus on his game anymore. so, he just announced to his friends in the voice chat – in which he had muted himself in, because fuck no, he wasn’t going to let them hear him get sucked off – that he would be going offline as ‘there was something else he needed to take care of’. before you could even react, he was already pulling you up from your uncomfortable spot under the desk and was pressing his lips on yours. he was quick to have you sit on the desk while he was standing between your legs.

“god, what did i do to deserve you?”, he asked as he trailed his lips down your neck and you closed your eyes in bliss. your lips formed a little ‘o’ as he proceeded to pull on your shirt to suck on your one nipple while he was pinching the other one roughly. getting impatient, he took it off to press light kisses all over your stomach. “so cute and adorable when you were trying to suck me off, darling.”

childe realized once again how much in love he was with you. you were so considerate and showed him how much you loved him every single day in every way possible.

“i know, darling, i know. i’m just messing with you after. i want to make you feel good, yeah? i was just kidding, darling, i just wanted to hear you beg for me”, he reassured you with a giggle before he proceeded with softly circling his thumb around your clit and multiple soft pecks on your lips. “do you want me to continue?” your quick nodding made him chuckle once again before he leaned in and softly kissed you on the lips once again, this time longer than the previous ones.

“can you please just … fuck me now? i have been waiting patiently, ajax. please.” you were on the verge of tears – just as he intended to – as you felt his tip on your sensitive clit with which he had been previously playing around with his thumb while he was eating you out.

childe started off with a rather slow pace, not wanting to overwhelm you too much anymore. however, you clenching around him so tightly made him forget about that and he was quick to fasten his pace. your moans grew louder and you were already so close once again.

he doesn’t remember the last time he had come this hard. maybe it was the way you kept on insisting to make him relax and tried to suck him off by surprise – which his ego just didn’t accept. he lived off your reactions to him giving you all the pleasure he possibly could. and today, those reactions were particularly turning him on.

once he pulled out, he watched his cum drip out of you on the sheets. oh, how much he loved to watch you be unable to take everything he has to give to you.

you interrupted his little “speech” by aligning your hole with his cock and pushing yourself down on him. he looked up into the mirror as you slowly started off to ride him and the look alone of your struggling to take him could’ve made him come again like a horny teenager. “oh, god, ajax”, you sighed at the way he felt inside of you, making you feel all those butterflies and shivers down your spine.

“come on, my love, you can do this one more time”, he started off to thrust up into your abused hole and made you cry out loudly, this time with tears rolling down your cheeks and he felt them drop on his skin. he knew he was close and could tell the same about you by the way you started clenching around him so tightly.

oh, he couldn’t have his pretty baby be this close and not come for him again. he placed a soft kiss on your clit and proceeded to finger you until he felt you come for the last time for the night, his fingers were coated in a mix of his cum and your slick. he softly tapped your lips with his fingertips and made you suck them clean. “i’m so proud of you, darling. don’t worry about anything, just let me clean you up and we’ll sleep, yeah?”, he said and you nodded with a smile on your lips. he quickly did what he promised and hugged you tight as he put the blanket over the both of you.

“i love you”, you said, almost asleep and made him smile brightly. oh, and how much he loved you, too.

#. flowers for : tartaglia !#genshin impact #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact smut #genshin impact tartaglia #genshin impact childe #tartaglia #childe #tartaglia smut #childe smut #tartaglia fanfiction #childe fanfiction #tartaglia x you #childe x you #tartaglia x reader #childe x reader

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taradactyls · 6 months

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You absolutely don’t have to do this, but I would love to know what the carriage ride was like on the way home after that dance <3

Oh I can write a little bit of fluff and pining!

Here's what happens after the dance scene in chapter sixteen...

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It was a struggle for Mr Darcy to bother with civilities to anyone else for the rest of the evening. He kept finding excuses to touch Elizabeth, attempting to recover that spark when their hands pressed together as they twirled on the dance floor. Elizabeth had begun to show her tiredness, yet when he leant in to whisper in her ear “Should I summon the carriage?” She protested that she could wait a little longer.

He attended to whatever conversation his wife engaged in, loathe to leave her side. Elizabeth had always stunned him with her ease in socialising. There was no awkwardness in her manner, or struggle to know what to say. Even the most tedious of topics and… boisterous… of people gave her joy in their ridiculousness. Normally, he would retreat from such conversations entirely, for his tolerance was not as high as hers. But tonight, Mr Darcy was held in place by Elizabeth’s arch smile and quick dart of her eyes towards him whenever she needed to share her amusement at the folly of others.

His wife laughed so freely, how had he once not done justice to her beauty? She was the most radiant woman he had ever met. He was transfixed by the curve of her neck, and the way she arched her brow as she whispered some witty thing to her sister which earnt a smile from Miss Bennet. Then she returned her gaze to him and took his arm. “My mother begins to again complain of Charlotte becoming mistress of Longbourn one day; which seems as good a sign as any we should retire for the night.”

Moving her hand to the crook of his arm and covering it with his own, he said “I should think that the first sign was your yawning. And the second your proclamation of tiredness.”

She laughed again. “You are right, of course,” she smiled. “But have we not enjoyed ourselves tonight, Mr Darcy?”

The gentleman had never enjoyed a dance more, and he could not stop himself returning Elizabeth’s smile. She was so full of happiness. How he loved her. How he wished she had married him for affection and not necessity.

They gave their leave and departed Lucas Lodge. Mr Darcy handed his wife up into the curricle before joining her and taking the reins and urging the horses forward.

“I think it is safe to say we cannot continue any lessons in carriage direction, tonight,” Elizabeth said, surveying the moonless sky. “The landscape is far too obscured by darkness for me to attempt it. I shall leave it to the expert among us.”

“The roads are good, so there is no need to fear danger. I shall keep the horses at a moderate pace. Regardless,” Mr Darcy said, glancing at her, “At present, even were the moon full, I should judge you too tired to function at the best of your abilities.”

“That is true,” Elizabeth said, punctuated by a yawn. “I may have overexerted myself – but did we not enjoy ourselves tonight, Mr Darcy?” Her gentle smile up at him made colour rise to his cheeks, but the night protected him from it being noticed.

“We did,” he whispered, thinking of how they had drawn together and spun apart during the dance.

It appeared she was doing the same. “I shall have to force you to the floor more often.” Before he could reply that force was unnecessary, Elizabeth laughed. “I think Sir William will support my endeavours, he seemed to enjoy it just as much” That gentleman had naturally felt the urge to compliment them, after the music ended, and Elizabeth now launched into an imitation of him. “Capital dancing!” She said in a deep voice which had Mr Darcy smiling. “Some of the finest dancing I have ever seen! By my reckoning it would not put even St James’s to shame.”

“The highest compliment Sir William knows to give,” Mr Darcy replied. Despite enjoying absolute privacy in the dark countryside, he still leant in close to whisper “Do you think he mentioned the Court often enough?”

Elizabeth laughed, turning to him fully, their faces very close. “Oh, not at all,” she said in a conspiratorial whisper. “Why, by only mentioning St James’s thrice we are in great danger of misunderstanding which place he speaks of!”

Her smile and sparkling eyes were ample reward for his boldness in drawing so close to her unnecessarily. She seemed in no hurry to distance herself, either. As another yawn overtook Elizabeth she dropped her head to Mr Darcy’s shoulder, content to rest it there.

He felt it could not be comfortable – with the bouncing of the carriage – but if Elizabeth was not complaining than he would not move. The overwhelming emotion in his breast declared that he would be happy to never move again, if that was what it took for her to remain there forever. His agitation was his alone; when he slowed the carriage before Netherfield Elizabeth did not stir, and he gently roused her into wakefulness.

She blinked at him, slightly frowning, and he waited until she gained her bearings before helping her from the carriage. Mr Darcy maintained hold of her hand, looping it through his arm as the ascended the steps of Netherfield. They spoke little before he bid her goodnight before her bedroom – which he had promised never to enter – and left her with the waiting maid.

It took Mr Darcy an uncharacteristically long time to fall asleep as his thoughts dwelt on Elizabeth’s allure and joy as they danced, and the pleasant weight of her head upon his shoulder. He missed the warmth of her resting against him.

#fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #archive of our own #jane austen #pride and prejudice #elizabeth bennet #fitzwilliam darcy #elizabeth x darcy #darcy x elizabeth #mr darcy #trying to tread water #fic:t3w

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whatsk-poppinhomies · 1 year

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"Watching you fall apart over me hurts." Pairing : Yang Jeongin x F!Reader TW : obsessive and dependent Jeongin ; mildly yandere behavior ; general angst warning ; plot twist at the end Word Count : 2.6k

Another tour, it was something that usually made Jeongin happy, he’d come over to your house and exclaim about how excited he was to see Stays again, but over time he began to lose that excitement, that joy that you were so used to seeing when it came to things like this. You hated to think that you were the reason for that lack of happiness, but you knew that you were, he had made it clear that you were the reason he didn’t want to go anymore.

Things had changed so drastically from when you had gotten together. He seemed more joyful then, more proud of his job, more enthusiastic, but the more serious things became between the two of you, the more he made it seem like his job was a hassle, like it was a burden, and you weren’t the only one that could see it either.

The members would call you from their hotel rooms when they were on tour, telling you about how he just sat in his room crying all night once the concerts ended, how he wouldn’t eat, how he could barely sleep when he was away with you. You loved Jeongin more than anything, but being with him wasn’t good for him, not right now.

“I don’t have to go on this tour, I can just stay home with you. I don’t like leaving you behind… I don’t like falling asleep without you.” He said as he dropped down on the couch beside you, his arm immediately draping over your shoulder and pulling you closer against him. “They can just play a recording of my part, I don’t think anyone would notice that I wasn’t there. Not a lot of people stan me, so I’m sure it wouldn’t hurt the show at all if I just stayed here with you.”

You hated that he was practically putting himself down just to justify wanting to ditch the tour. You had never thought of him as the obsessive type, or the dependent type, but he was showing obvious signs of both and that worried you to no end. “What are you talking about, Innie? Everyone would notice you not being there. You’re just as important on that stage as everyone else.” He sighed dejectedly, a small pout forming on his lips as he stared ahead at the blank television screen. You knew that he wanted you to agree with him, that you wanted to just jump on board and tell him to stay home, but you knew that his job was important, and you had talked enough with the other guys to know that he wouldn’t get any better if he did stay with you.

Everyone was worried that he’ll just up and leave the group just to spend more time with you, and to be honest, you were worried about the same thing. The amount of times that you had to keep him from calling in sick just so he could stay in bed with you all day was more than you could count on two hands. “But I need you there…” He mumbled, grabbing your hand and twirling around the little promise ring that he had given you for your three year anniversary, the same year that he had asked you to move in with him, the same year that he had started to change, and he hasn’t been the same since. “I need you with me.”

“I’m always with you.” You said as sweetly as possible, grabbing his hand in yours and holding it tightly. “It doesn’t matter if I’m not physically there… I’m with you wherever you go, and when you come back home, I’ll be here waiting for you.” You were doing everything that you could to make him understand, to make him realize that what he was thinking of doing was unnecessary. You loved him, you absolutely adored everything about him, but you knew that if things didn’t get better, if he kept going on the way he was right now, there was only one thing that you could do to help him.

He huffed loudly, shaking his head as ran his free hand through his hair. “It’s not the same. You should have to wait for me to come home. I should be here with you always, you should be with me always.” He retorted, his head falling against the back of the couch as he stared up at the ceiling. “Why can’t you just come with me?”

You bit your lip, not wanting to say anything, but you both knew the reason why you couldn’t go with him. You had gone once with him and the guys on one of their world tours, and it had been just as hard then as it was now, if not even harder. He refused to leave the hotel room when he had to go to the venue, and if you did get the chance to go to the venue with him, he started crying when he had to leave you backstage to go on.

He was attached to you, and while most people would want a partner like him, it was almost suffocating, and it was so unhealthy, not only for him, but for you at this point too. Seeing him cry broke your heart, listening to him beg for the guys not to make him leave you was devastating. He had become so attached to you that you couldn’t even move an inch without him being right there beside you asking if you were going to leave him. There was only one thing that you could do, and you hated that it came down to this, but you had talked it through with the other guys, and they agreed that it would be best for the both of you.

“I have to leave him, don’t I?” The question was one that had been long coming, one that you had been asking yourself for over two years now, but one that you were so scared to actually ask that you had kept it to yourself. You wanted to find any excuse that you could for why he was the way he was, any reason you could to stay with him, any way that you could think of to try to fix him. He wasn’t fixable though, he was too far gone, and you weren’t even sure what had caused it.

Bangchan bit his bottom lip, nodding his head slowly, his eyes downcast. He, you, and everyone else in the room knew that this was what needed to be done, but no one actually wanted to know what Jeongin would be like after it was done. “He’s already talking about how to get out of the tour… Has he talked to you about it yet?” You nodded to him and he rolled his eyes, running his hands over his face. “Are you going to be okay though?”

It was a strange question to ask, and you hadn’t even begun to think about how you’d be if you actually had to go through with leaving him. Would you be okay? You weren’t sure. While you weren’t as bad off as Jeongin was, you had grown attached in some way to his presence, and while you knew you’d survive, it would be hard to go without him, to be without him. “I’ll be fine…” You lied, because right now, this conversation wasn’t about you, this was about Jeongin. “Will he be okay though?”

That was the biggest question of all, but one that didn’t really need an answer. Everyone in the room knew that he wouldn’t be okay, he wouldn’t be fine, he’d be devastated, angry, broken, and you’d have to live with that, knowing that it was your fault. It was a double edged sword honestly, no matter which way you looked at it, no matter which way you went about it, Jeongin wouldn’t be okay. If you stayed with him, he’d undoubtedly leave his job, leaving his entire career behind just to be with you. If you left him, he’d be just as bad off as he is when he has to go on tour without you. This was a losing game, there were no winners, there was no reward, there would only be pain no matter which move you made.

“I know you love him… And that’s why this needs to be done. You know that.” Bangchan said, reaching out to pat your knee just as Jeongin walked back into the room, his arms full of the items that Minho had sent him out for. All of you had to put on smiling faces for him, but only you were struggling to maintain that fake smile, because you knew that the smile that Jeongin mirrored back to you would soon be gone, and you’d be the cause of it.

“Innie!” You called from the bedroom, the closet door opened wide, revealing the suitcases that were pushed against the back wall, still completely empty. He came running in the room, his smile bright until he noticed what you were looking at, and then it fell, along with his eyes that wandered along the floor. “You leave for the tour tonight… You haven’t packed at all.” You had held out as long as you could, you had given him the benefit of the doubt, and he had proven to you that it was helpless, hopeless.

“I already told you I wasn’t going.” He stated factly, walking over to where you stood to close the closet door, but you placed your hand against it, holding it open as you looked up at him, tears stinging your eyes as you took him in, all of his features, the smile lines that were ingrained in the corners of his lips, the way his eyes sparkled in every single light. When you looked at him like this, you could only see the man that you had fallen in love with, a man that loved you back just as much, loved you so much in fact, that he was willing to lose everything for you. “Why are you crying, booboo? I’m not going… It’s alright, I’m staying here with you. It’s okay.”

Those words that were meant to be reassuring only made things worse, and you shook your head slowly, pulling out the bags and dragging them over to the bed. “Please, go on the tour, Innie… Please…” You whimpered, and it felt so strange, essentially begging him to leave you just so that the two of you could stay together. Of course, he didn’t understand, how could he, why would he understand when he was under the assumption that everything would be just fine as long as he was with you.

His arms wrapped around your waist as his chin settled in the dip between your shoulder and your neck, and you could feel his chest rising and falling against your back, you loved having him close to you, you didn’t want to give up that feeling. “Why? Why do you want me to go? You know I hate being away from you… Why would you want me to go through that?” He whined, his arms only tightening around you, already scared of having to let you go. He had no idea, none at all.

“Dammit, Jeongin…” You muttered, your hands slapping down against the mattress before your body whipped around to face him. “If you don’t go… I have to… Do you understand?” His eyes narrowed as his arms slipped from around your waist, his hands falling to his sides as he took a step back. “Watching you fall apart over me hurts, but I know that it’d hurt much worse if I never got to see you again at all… So please… If you love me… Go on the tour.”

You dropped down onto the edge of the mattress, your hands covering your face as you whimpered quietly into your palms. “Did the guys put you up to this?” He whispered, but the annoyance was evident in his tone as he scoffed loudly. “Is it such a bad thing for me to love you? Why would you make me… I… Are you saying I have to choose whether to go on tour and not see you or to lose you completely? What is this? That’s a stupid ultimatum!”

“Well that’s the only one you’ve got!” You snapped back at him, hating how he was being so dense about it. It should have been an easy decision to make. Go on tour and still get to come back home to the person that you love. It was the better choice clearly, yet he was making things so difficult, and for what? “I’m not just going to let you lose the career that you worked so hard for just for me… You’re being fucking stupid, Jeongin. I will always be here, but what you’re doing, I can’t just sit back and let you do that knowing that it’s my fault. So you either go on the damn tour, or I’m leaving you.” You took a deep breath, standing from the bed and looking between him and the suitcases. “So am I helping you pack your clothes, or am I packing my own? You need to choose.”

His back was turned to you, and you knew that he didn’t want you to see that he was crying right now, but you could hear his sniffling, you knew that he was getting worked up. Maybe you shouldn’t have given him a choice at all. “Why are you doing this to me?” He whimpered, his arms folded across his chest as his head shook. “Why is everyone making it seem like it’s such a bad thing for me to love you… Like I’m the bad guy for it? I’m not doing anything wrong.” He took in a shaky breath, and turned to face you. “Do you want to leave me…?”

“Fuck…” You huffed out the word as you grabbed his arms, pulling them from around himself and weaseling your way into them, your fingers gripping onto the fabric of the hoodie he was wearing when you hugged him. “I don’t want to leave you… That’s why I need you to go. I need you to get better… Because if you don’t… Then I have to leave you. I love you, Innie… Can you do this for me… For us?” You looked up at him, pleading to him with your eyes. “If you do this, we can be together forever, just like we both want… I won’t have to leave you…”

It was like you could see the gears turning in his mind, like he really had to think this over, but then he smiled, although it wasn’t your favorite Innie smile, it was a smile, and he kissed your forehead as he gave your hips a soft squeeze. “Help me pack my bags… I think I can do it… I can do it for you, for us…” He nodded his head, as if affirming his words to both you and himself. “Just call me every night… I’ll try my best to be okay without you… Just, promise you’ll be here when I get back, please? You don’t know how much I need you.”

But you did, you knew all too well how much he thought he needed you, how much he believed he needed you. What he didn’t know though was how much you needed him. Things weren’t supposed to go like this, there wasn’t supposed to be any choices for him to make. You were supposed to end it right then and there, to leave him without another look back and allow the guys to pick up the broken pieces that you left behind, but you couldn’t… You couldn’t do that to him, you couldn’t leave him. You loved him too much, and he loved you just as much. You were perfect for each other in some strange way, and you didn’t want to give that up, to give him up.

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oro-e-diamanti · 7 months

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CYOA - Part One

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Word count: 980

Warnings: none

A/N: Hope you enjoy the start of this! Get voting and decide how the story will continue!

“This is the worst fucking idea,” you mumble to yourself as your best friend drags you into the main arena, clutching your wrist in unparalleled excitement.

“I did not just hear you say that because this is, in fact, the best fucking idea in the world and when I tell you that you’ll share my opinion in about…” Bella trails off to check the clock on her phone. “... twenty minutes when they’re done playing their first song, I mean it.”

The world around you seems to explode with sound as you realise just how many people are gathered in this place. The arena is filled with excited chatter, some sort of playlist put up to provide somewhat unnecessary background music to get everyone even more hyped, and your head is spinning with the amount of awe-inspiring outfits around you.

Bella did her best to help you out, knowing fully way this isn’t exactly your scene and you barely even heard of the band you’re seeing, but you almost feel like an invisible wallflower next to the mass of short skirts and seethrough tops and harnesses adorning various body parts. Even if the dress and the fishnet tights and the bold lipstick are already a novelty to you.

“Yes! Barrier spot!” Bella chimes, once again pulling you with more strength than necessary.

“Barrier… on the sound desk?”

She holds back on rolling her eyes, just barely. “If you looked closely, you’d see that we’re not here to be excited about the sound desk but about the little stage behind it. We’re way too late to get anywhere towards the front in this crowd, but we’ll be first row for the acoustic set in the middle of the show.”

You nod along, only halfway following what she’s talking about but trusting her anyway. She’s been to a number of Måneskin concerts - and has told you the ins and outs in incredible detail, whether you asked for it or not - and you know she’ll make sure both of you will have a good time.

And you do.

You only recognise about three songs in the whole set, but you soon find it doesn’t matter in the slightest - in fact, a few minutes in you’re sure no one would even think of you as a complete newbie anymore. You dance, you shout along to lyrics you don’t know, you let Bella twirl you around during a slow song.

What at first looks like an annoying spot to stand turns out to be a blessing in disguise. While crew members keep politely asking to be let through as you’re right next to where the barrier opens toward the sound desk, it is also the very way that the singer and guitarist (“Damiano and Thomas!” Bella screams into your ear.) pass as they enter the little secondary stage for their acoustic set. And you’d be damned if you don’t see Damiano send you a wink as he passes you by. Your attempt to catch Thomas’ eye too - just as gorgeous as the singer, simply in a different way - goes undetected as his attention seems to be solely trained on his guitar.

And while you find that a bit of a shame, you can’t deny you enjoy watching him and Damiano up close, if just for those few songs. Maybe you wish you could have seen the other two (“Vic on bass! The one behind the drums is Ethan, it’s so annoying he’s so far back because he’s so fucking pretty!”) quite as intimately.

The evening goes over much too quickly. You don’t even have to admit it, liking it after all, the band, the crowd, the atmosphere, because Bella can see it all over your face.

“Told you!” she squeals. “Told you that you’d love it!”

You simply let her hug you, accepting her overwhelm of emotions, happy to share a moment that is so important to her, even if you’d never quite gotten into… fandom like that. She spins the both of you around a little, just enough for you to spot something on the floor, in front of the barrier, where people are moving away and making their way outside the arena. Bella barely notices you breaking the hug and walking around her to pick it up, already engrossed in her phone.

“Ooh! Brand new information!”

You don’t pay her much attention as you flip over the item in your hand, but she continues.

“According to, uh, my sources, there’s a good chance they might turn up at a certain club later. And with “them” I mean the band. Obviously. And with “a certain club” I mean the club we’re definitely going to be heading to asap. What do you say?”

It’s a pass. An AAA pass - access all areas. A female name on it, no photo. Someone seems to have lost it.

And now you’re in for a decision.

Option A: The pass really isn’t your problem. Someone’s lost it and someone will come find it again. You drop it on the floor and decide to go with Bella’s plan. You’ve had a good night so far, you might as well keep up the energy and go out, right?

Option B: Someone might get in trouble for loosing their pass and it kind of makes you feel bad to have it in your hands and not help out. No one at the sound desk reacts to your attempt to get their attention, so you decide to go up to the front of the room and wave down a security guard to hand it over. He has to take it, doesn’t he?

Option C: As soon as Bella sees the pass in your hand, you can see in her eyes that she wants you to do one thing and one thing only: Make the most of this unlikely opportunity and sneak backstage. What’s the worst that could happen?

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#maneskin fictino #maneskin imagine #maneskin x reader #maneskin x you #choose your own adventure #cyoa maneskin #cyoa update #writing #my writing

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y0imyas · 2 years

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[ tartaglia / childe ; attention ]

warnings: fembodied!reader / no pronouns used ; no protection mentioned ; short mention of sucking his dick lol, so oral [ both receiving ] ; fingering ; petnames ; very sweet and caring childe ; sort of gamer bf childe ; if i forgot anything, let me know ashghsfg

mdni !

my requests are open !!

wc: 2.3k

a/n: i haven’t written for the past 1 1/2 years, i feel so rusty at it ahghshg

you really didn’t want to disturb him.

it wasn’t like he would be mad or anything about you going in while he’s gaming and talking to him. however, you knew that childe didn’t have time to play his games with his friends for a few days and you knew he deserved a break more than anything after working so much the past couple of days.

yet, you needed his attention so much in that moment. especially after seeing how pent-up from everything he looked from losing multiple matches over and over. and he looked hot.

and it didn’t help that the weather was extremely hot and childe had taken off his shirt, sitting there with only his shorts as you watched his body tense up once again while he talked to his friends.

“wha-”

“i just wanted to make you feel good”, you mumbled as a reply. your fingers were tangled up in his hair as you were brushing them away from his forehead and from the sweet kisses he had given you just now. “i know you’ve been stressed out lately and i didn’t want to disturb you from your gaming because you deserved this time with your friends more than anything.”

childe realized once again how much in love he was with you. you were so considerate and showed him how much you loved him every single day in every way possible. and the fact that you put your own needs aside to have him spend time with his friends warmed his heart.

he then finally put his thumb on your clit, slowly and softly massaging over the sensitive spot and making you breathe in sharply. childe was being extra slow and there was almost no pressure coming from his thumb that would make you lose your mind and have your eyes roll back like usually with him. “please”, you said with a soft voice.

he had this smug smirk on his lips that made you realize how much he was going to tease you – probably to the point you’re on the verge of tears before he finally makes you cum on only his fingers and maybe his mouth, too.

“i know, darling, i know. i’m just messing with you. i just want to make you feel good, yeah? i was just kidding, darling, i just wanted to hear you beg for me”, he reassured you a couple of times with a giggle before he proceeded with softly circling his thumb around your clit and multiple soft pecks on your lips. “do you want me to continue?” your quick nodding made him chuckle once again before he leaned in and softly kissed you on the lips once again, this time longer than the previous ones.

he loved doing that – giving you soft, little and playful kisses on the lips. they made you happy and your soft giggles warmed his heart. at times like this he felt extremely lucky to be yours.

“ajax, please”, you were breathless as you tangled up your fingers in his hair to pull him up to look at him properly. his chin and lips were glistening with his spit and your slick; he quickly brushed it away with his thumb and licked the remaining cum away – and he once again had this smirk on his lips, knowing the effect on this tiny little action on you. your whole body was still shaking from the aftermath of the two orgasms he managed to pull out of you back to back.

“can you please just … fuck me now? i have been waiting patiently, ajax. please.” you were on the verge of tears as you felt his tip on your sensitive clit with which he had been previously playing around with his thumb while he was eating you out.

“how can i say no to that?”, he replied before he aligned himself with your hole and slowly thrusted in. your eyes rolled back as the overstimulation kicked in and made you squirm around – to which he grabbed your legs and held them firmly. the grip was so tight that you were sure there was going to be light bruises tomorrow.

right, the mirror. he insisted on the mirror right over the bed on the ceiling as you moved in together because “it would make things interesting”. his words. you tried to focus on your reflection on top of you.

once he pulled out, he watched his cum drip out of you on the sheets. oh, how much he loved to watch you be unable to take everything he has to give to you.

you interrupted his little “speech” by aligning your hole with his cock and pushing yourself down on him. he looked up into the mirror as you slowly started off to ride him and the look alone of your struggling to take him could’ve made him come again like a horny teenager. “oh, god, ajax”, you sighed at the way he felt inside of you, making you feel all those butterflies and shivers down your spine.

“come on, my love, you can do this, just one more time”, he started off to thrust up into your abused hole and made you cry out loudly. he knew he was close and could tell the same about you by the way you started clenching around him so tightly.

he let out the prettiest moan when he finally came inside of you once again. childe didn’t remember the last time he was this sensitive but he liked the feeling. he slowly pulled out again, slowly rolling you around to have you lay on your back. “didn’t…”, you mumbled.

oh, he couldn’t have his pretty baby be this close and not come for him again now, could he? he placed a soft kiss on your clit and proceeded to finger you until he felt you come for the last time for the night, his fingers were coated in a mix of his cum and your slick. he softly tapped your lips with his fingertips and made you suck them clean.

“i’m so proud of you, darling. don’t worry about anything, just let me clean you up and we’ll sleep, yeah?”, he said and you nodded with a smile on your lips, totally gone from all the pleasure he just made you feel. he quickly did what he promised and hugged you tight as he put the blanket over the both of you.

“i love you”, you said, almost asleep and made him smile brightly. oh, and how much he loved you, too.

#genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin impact tartaglia #genshin impact childe #tartaglia smut #childe smut #❀ childe posts

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the1975attheirverybest · 8 months

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To/for all fanfic readers and writers, with lots of love ❤️:

Hey friends 💗 so, as many of you already know, a lot of fans (many of them fanfic writers) have been leaving tumblr lately and our community has been affected by a lot of negativity and stress for the compounding effects of multiple reasons. Though this is by no means the ONLY reason, fanfic writers have recently dealt with a lot of undue hate, unnecessary drama, and not enough appreciation.

Writers don’t only write for validation. HOWEVER, the experience and practice of writing comes with a lot of feelings of inadequacy and imposter syndrome. Moreover, writing is primarily a mode of connection. Al of art is. People who write, paint, make music, build stuff…we all do so as ways to express ourselves and connect with others. And getting to share what you write at the end of the writing process adds a layer of meaning to what you do that wouldn’t otherwise exist if you just saved it in a little folder somewhere on your device. So, when writers feel more stress and drama than appreciation, support, or any sign that the connection they reached out for has been made, it naturally makes us question what we do.

It pains me (and I know so may of my mutuals share this sentiment) to see so many talented and beautiful souls leave the fandom space because the culture of community and support that used to be here is no longer inclusive of everyone. It seems, these days, every time I log on, I’m seeing more and more mutuals saying that they’re going to leave, take a long break, or stop posting. I don’t know about you all, but I know I speak both, as a reader, and a writer, when I say that other people leaving is not good for them, for me, or for anyone who loves this fandom and this community.

What can we do about this?

Writers:

Hello my babies ❤️ I love you all. I see you all.

PLEASE OH PLEASE KEEP WRITING.

You’re doing amazing. You are the glue that holds this community together. You make art. Inspire conversations. Stir other people’s imaginations.

Art produces art. I started posting on here because I read the writing of other talented people on here that MADE ME want to start doing it.

Whether you write little blurbs, take request, writer multi-chapter, long, thousand + word fics, or just concepts; whether you write smut, fluff, angst….whatever it is that you do, you are valid. Important. Needed. Necessary.

When the inevitable “hiatus” occurs or even in between shows….who do you think this fandom depends on for keeping the energy alive? Writers.

Writing can be a lonely and self-loathing experience. We need each other. Reach out to other writers. Lift them up. Support them.

Share your work with one another. Discuss. Fangirl. Celebrate yourselves and each other. No, no, no ,no!! I heard that. I heard that sneaky voice in the back of your head telling you that you don’t have the right to call yourself a writer or to celebrate cuz you’re not even that good. FUCK THAT SHIT. YES YOU DO. YES YOU ARE.

Readers

Y’all are so so so special. ❤️ yes we write to entertain ourselves. Yes we do it cuz it’s fun. But when I tell you that there is no greater joy to me than reading y’all’s thoughts in the tags when you reblog, or seeing your comments or asks….literally means more to me than anything.

Do NOT let anyone make you feel bad or guilty about enjoying fanfiction.

If you like a fic, engage with it. Like, comment, reblog, reach out to the writer and let them know that you liked it.

Bonus points if you let them know WHAT you liked about it. I promise you, you’ll have that talented and slutty and sweet mf kicking screaming twirling their hair and smiling for the rest of the day if you tell them you enjoyed what they wrote.

You are never bothering us. We never get tired of your kindness. It’s never repetitive. It’s never meaningless. Any time that you say something, your comment will pop into our head when we next question whether or keep going or not.

Sooooo….what do we do about this?

I encourage you, whether you’re a new writer or a writer with a platform, please don’t stop because some childish killjoys with inferiority complexes wanna take your shine away. Post your work. Enjoy the unique pleasures of making art outside of the structures of capitalist consumption. Nobody is paying you for this. Nobody is estimating the value of your worth and trying to market your labor. Do you know how rare that is???

Writers support writers. Lift each other up. Share each others work. Give each other feedback. Remind each other of each others talent when you see someone starting to doubt themselves or haters getting under their skin.

Readers: like, COMMENT, FUCKIN REBLOG. it takes an extra second. It’s worth more than you know. Do it. It’s the least you can do for someone who has poured their heart and soul into something and delivered it to you on a silver platter.

Writers, readers, shitposters, fans a like: look out for one another. Take care of each other. Have each others backs. If you see a hateful comment, if you see someone trying to gate-keep, shame, or alienate anyone for any reason, CALL. THEM. OUT. Actions have consequences. If you’re so cowardly as to take yiu hate from one platform to another, you don’t have the write to make people feel like shit and ruin their hobby without consequences. You’ll be called on to answer for your bullshit.

There is no hierarchy within the fandom. You don’t get to tell someone how matty will feel about them as a fan and you don’t get to judge the way that someone participates in this fandom.

This month, a lot of your favorite authors will be posting October/ fall/ Halloween themed fics because of this. I think it’s the perfect time to revisit the way that we do reader and writer appreciation around here. I encourage you all to engage with fanfiction more personally and help make this fandom safe for everyone.

#matty healy fanfic #the 1975 fanfic #Ross McDonald fanfic #george daniel fanfiction

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call-me-maggie13 · 11 months

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Neither could tell you what they were arguing about. The disagreement has long since grown and morphed and mutated into something much larger than it should’ve been. It ends with screaming and slamming doors, shatters the top of the snowglobe they’ve been living in. There’s glitter and water and an idilic scene ground beneath the bottom of their shoes.

"I hate you! I wish you never moved in!" Shannon throws Beatrice’s stuffed monkey out of her room, it thumps against the wall next to Beatrice’s door. Beatrice squeezes her eyes closed but she doesn’t flinch. Beatrice isn’t allowed to flinch. Shannon groans one final time before slamming her door in Beatrice’s face.

Beatrice waits. Takes small, slow breaths and waits for Shannon to come back. For Martha or Rich to race up the stairs and take her away. She’s a terrible housemate. She takes up too much space. She knows to be invisible, to erase herself from everything until there’s no evidence of her existence.

At least, she used to.

No one comes to get her. Martha doesn’t come up the stairs to punish her. Richard doesn’t find her and make her pack a bag. Shannon doesn’t open her door.

So Beatrice does the only thing she knows how to. She returns to the room she’s been staying in and she packs the few items she has, gathers Hoho from the floor and hides. She crawls to the back corner of her closet and she waits for them to tell her it’s time to leave.

She doesn’t cry. Beatrice doesn’t cry. Excess emotion is prohibited. It’s foolish and unnecessary and it accomplishes nothing.

So she presses her eyes into her knees and she doesn’t cry. She sinks into the depths of the deep dark around her, lets it slip into her mouth and nose and pour down her throat until it consumes her. Until there is no Beatrice, there is only darkness.

Beatrice doesn’t cry. Beatrice might cry a little.

"Bea?" Shannon already knows where to find her. She’s learned the smaller and darker a space is, the safer Beatrice feels in it. Still, she barely opens the closet door but a sliver, peeking through the crack to find Beatrice curled around herself shaking. "I’m coming in."

She shoves the shoes out of her way and closes the door behind her, cradles the back of Beatrice’s neck after she pulls her into her chest.

"I’ve never had a sister before, I’m sorry I’m not very good at it." Beatrice doesn’t move, lets Shannon’s words rumble in her chest and burn a hole through her heart. Sister. "I can do better. I will do better. I’m sorry."

Beatrice doesn’t respond, she lets Shannon hold her in silence. Let’s the words twist and spin about in her head, rattling like a soda can in a vending machine.

Sister. Sister. Sister.

The word repeats like a broken record, like the instrumental CD in the Walkman she’d gotten for her sixth birthday. The woodwinds forever building to a climax they never reach, clarinets dancing and flutes twirling and saxophones whirling over an aching bass line that falls and crumble and dissolve into a cacophony beneath them.

It takes a moment for her to recognize Shannon’s voice again, soft and light and mellifluous in her ear. A song, a simple melody, that settles the maelstrom in Beatrice’s head.

"They didn't have you where I come from,

Never knew the best was yet to come…"

Shannon drops her cheek against the top of her head, arm strong and unmoving around her waist, fingers steady on the base of her skull. Her voice is envelopes her like Shannon’s hoodie Beatrice steals every other week to sleep in, soft and warm and safe all about her.

"How long do you wanna be loved?

Is forever enough, is forever enough?"

Shannon smells like turpentine and paint and lemongrass, like early morning hot chocolate and midnight stargazing and late afternoon cookies. She smells like home, Beatrice realizes.

Beatrice has never had a home before.

She finds she quite likes it.

Even after Shannon has told her she wishes they didn’t meet, after she’d thrown Beatrice’s only stuffed animal, after they’d fought and yelled and made each other cry. Especially after all of that.

Because Shannon came back. Shannon’s saying she didn’t mean it. Shannon’s singing her a song about loving her forever.

Shannon called her sister.

Beatrice doesn’t know what it means to be a sister, doesn’t know if she’s doing it right, but she’ll try her best. She’ll be the best sister Shannon could ever have.

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bozzowl · 3 months

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Scarab x Reader where Scarab is trying to impress them by doing increasingly dramatic things, and accidently makes himself turn into those tiny versions of himself. YN relieved he's okay but he's embarrassed but ends with them giving a deserved smooch heheh

Nyehehe

Scarab x Reader here ya go!

It was a normal day at the cosmic office, you were filing some paperwork when Scarab approached you. He clears his throat, "YN, I have something for you" He hands over a bouquet of roses. They are the most beautiful, sweet smelling roses you have ever seen. You take them into your hands, a warm blush spreads across your cheeks and you admire them. You look at him in surprise, "...for me?". He look at you as if smiling through his mask, " of course, who else would these be for?". You couldn't believe it at first, you had always liked him but never expected someone like him to return the feelings. You notice a tag on the bouquet, there was a phone number with the words "call me" written beside it. Before you could say anything else, Scarab winks at you before checking his crystal, " duty calls" and then he left. That's how it all started.

Over time he started doing more elaborate activities in attempts to impress you. You would think he would be all poems and roses? no, you get that and SO much more! From Shakespearian poems describing how you set his soul on fire in the best of ways to fighting eldritch horrors in your name. It was unnecessary, even though it worked on you. He wanted you to know how much he loved you, he wanted everyone to know he would do ANYTHING to keep you safe.

He would even try to teach you how to use a sword to keep you safe. training you, dueling with you, all while gently guiding you by hand to help correct your posture. Though, it was also an excuse to be close to you and to feel the touch of your skin as he did so. Any excuse to be close to you. Any excuse to hear the way you breathe after a good training session.

He tries to dance with you, to twirl you by the hand. He loves it when you smile. The way you laugh as he dips you during the dance. From waltzing to a spicy tango. Every touch of your hand would be described in various poems, from soft as dandelion fluff to sending waves of excitement through his body.

One day he got a carried away, so determined to woo the one he already had. Fighting an ancient eldritch beast known as The Star Eater, the beast was too powerful and easily knocked scarab down like a sack of crabs. You have tried before to tell him that it is not necessary, but he insists for he wants to be your knight in shinning armor. He tried to get back up for another attack, to keep fighting. But no, the Star Eater gave him a whomping smack with his tail so hard Scarab separated into a set of twelve little scarabs. Star Eater left to consume another star as you ran towards the little scarabs. They looked so defeated, so disappointed and embarrassed.

You felt bad for him, you knew he was only doing this for you even though he did not had to. You pick up one of the scarabs, then sat down as they surround you. They snuzzle up to your sides, nuzzling their little heads against your shirt. You know he would reform, but you also knew it was time you told him this. You look the little scarab in the eyes, "you don't have to try so hard because you like someone. I love you, and you will always be enough for me". With that, you could have sworn a tear fell from his eye. Scarab reforms, with the little scarab in your hands becoming his head. He looks you in the eyes lovingly, " and you are everything I need". You pull him into a well-deserved kiss. Your lips pressed against his as he pulled you closer. Tilting his head as he deepens the kiss, he felt complete.

I hope you like it :)

#bugdaddy #fiona and cake #fanfics #villains with nice thighs #adventure time #adventure time art #scarab x reader #scarab the god auditor #scarab fionna and cake #the scarab

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whoahoney · 2 years

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glassy eyes, hazy afternoons pt. 4

Eddie Munson x anxious!stoner!Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Summary: Reader and Eddie navigate the complexities of interacting with a new crush at school

Content Warnings: 18+, fem!reader, adult content/language, suggestive remarks, recreational/medicinal drug use, smoking and driving (DON’T DO THAT), pining, fluff, angst, mentions of trauma, descriptions of anxiety, intrusive thoughts

A/N: This took too long for me to put together but now I know exactly where to go from here! I hope you guys love Eddie with a shy stoner reader bc it’s my favorite 🫠🤍

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Y/n felt ready to face the day Monday morning, practically beaming after the realization set in that she would get to see her friend, Eddie.

Eddie wasn’t a regular friend, she’s finding. She spent the previous night staring at the ceiling and contemplating how or if she should approach him at school.

‘Should I go tell him good morning before class? Is that too eager?’

‘What if I walk up to him and he pretends to not know me?

No, he wouldn’t do that, he’s too sweet.’

‘I mean, we trauma dumped on each other but what if he’s embarrassed?

‘Maybe I should wait for him to approach me? What if he never says anything? He did say he’d see me on Monday…’

Y/n combatted the negative thoughts whirling around her head the best she could, trying to stay logical in order to keep from getting worked up.

On her walk to school she debated on lighting a joint to take the edge off of the sour stomach ache brewing, but didn’t want to chance showing up to school and drawing more attention to herself with the smell.

Besides, she preferred to smell good especially for Eddie.

As soon as she crossed the threshold of first period, Y/n’s eyes locked with Chrissy’s and the next realization hit that she never called her friend like she promised.

Y/n scrambled to her seat, Chrissy crossed her arms and raised a knowing brow, just to make the shy girl sweat a little, “You’ve got some explaining to do, Missy!“

“I’m so sorry, Chrissy, I ended up having a pretty crazy weekend and it slipped my mind!“

Y/n’s shoulders relaxed at the sound of Chrissy’s carefree laughter. “Well maybe I’ll forgive you if your story’s good enough, tell me everything!” Chrissy propped her arms up on the small stack of books in front of her, leaning closer and resting her chin on her hand.

“So I ended up getting super stoned with Eddie after school on Friday, and I ended up going home and passing out after,”

“Wait, you and Eddie, like, hung out after you made the deal?” She whispered suggestively.

Y/n cheeks warmed up as she fumbled for the right answer. “I mean, yeah—we smoked and talked about music and stuff, you know, typical friendly topics and activities!”

Chrissy rolled her eyes and poorly suppressed a smirk as she waited for Y/n to continue. “Then my brother surprised us by coming home from college for the weekend, then he talked me into going out and we met Robin Buckley, from band? She’s really fun! ” Y/n nodded for emphasis, Chrissy mirroring her thoughtfully, trying to place the name to the face.

“And her friend Steve was so nice, he and my brother.. were fast friends!” Y/n scolded herself for including unnecessary information. Chrissy didn’t catch Y/n’s buffer and lit up at the mention of her old classmate. “Steve Harrington? I love him! He’s such a sweetie and threw the best parties.” She urged.

“They invited us to the Hideout to listen to some bands play, right? Well you’ll never guess who we saw play.” Y/n’s eyes and demeanor brightened as the story started to shift back to Eddie.

Chrissy’s eyes narrowed as she twirled the end of her blonde ponytail in thought. “I have no idea, was it someone famous?” She cocked her head in confusion.

Y/n shook her head with a smile before whispering, “Eddie! His band—“

“Corroded Coffin, holy shit! I completely forgot about them! They’ve been playing since middle school!” Chrissy whispered in excitement.

“Yes! They were really good, too! And then Eddie came over and we all hung out for a while,”

“Y/n! Thats so a date!”

“It wasn’t a date—“

“Bullshit, Y/n,” Chrissy sat up with a knowing gleam in her eye. “Did you hang out alone?” She crossed her arms against her chest again, silently challenging Y/n.

“Well, not at first, but then he asked if he could drive me home, so we—“

“He asked if he could drive you home??” She whispered urgently, an expert gossiper, the ultimate girls’ girl.

“…yes.”

“Then what happened??”

“Well, then we went to the park.” Y/n uttered, her will to share information seizing up. Chrissy’s face scrunched in non-judgmental bewilderment.

“The park?” She scratched behind her ear in thought. “The park.” Y/n confirmed. “Is there a reason you went to the park, or..?” Chrissy asked, still not understanding.

“No, we just ended up there, and then we played on the swings for a while,”

“Did he swing with you?” She asked incredulously.

“Yeah, then he jumped out of the swing and nearly scared me to death, I thought he was gonna break something! And then we went to my house—“

“—You guys hung out at your house at night??” Chrissy couldn’t help but interrupt again, she lived for stories like these, and this was much more interesting than the other encounters her friends droned on about at lunch. This was the good stuff—the romantic spontaneity and pining that existed in only movies, not the stale and repetitive plans everyone chases after and brags about on Monday.

Y/n felt the warmth of her nervous flush ascend her neck, a tight smile adorning her face and managed a nod. “And what did you do there?”

“We just smoked and listened to music…” Y/n whispered slowly to avoid chastisement from the teacher beginning the morning announcements.

“Still cute, I don’t see how you aren’t seeing everything I am! How late did he stay?” She asked passively as she copied the beginning of the hour vocabulary words from the board.

Y/n’s head was once again emptied of thoughts or ways to explain their unprompted sleepover without making it sound so much more than it felt like. “Well, that’s the thing…we kinda fell asleep.”

Chrissy’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head at the revelation, her mouth opening and closing like an alarmed goldfish. Before Chrissy could give her two cents, Y/n continued, “But that doesn't mean it was a date or romantic or that we did anything! Cause we didn’t.” The last part came out sounding more disappointed than she’d meant, the sadness pricked at Chrissy’s ears.

“He didn’t make a move?” Chrissy whispered in disbelief. Y/n shrugged her shoulder and turned back to her notebook as her eyebrows furrowed.

“I mean, I can’t be sure. There were moments I thought he was getting closer but I—“

“Closer how?!” Chrissy whispered louder than intended, which caught the teachers attention, “Ladies! I trust your conversation is stimulating, however, unless it revolves around the current vocabulary, I don’t want to hear about it.”

Chrissy and Y/n flushed and muttered soft ‘sorry’s, tabling the topic for later.

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“Don’t think we’re done talking about this, you owe me a phone call.” Chrissy muttered to Y/n on their way into the hall. “I’ll call you after dinner, if that’s cool?” Y/n asked as Chrissy eased in the direction of her next class, throwing up an eager thumbs up in response before disappearing amongst the swarm.

On her journey to the other side of the school, she passed the familiar faces she saw every day, most looking through her or not even at her. But she found more friendly faces today, the ones belonging to the friends she’d made Friday.

Y/n never thought of herself as someone that got excited when someone waved at her in the hall; an act so simple she’d never paid attention to it, but when Dustin and Mike passed her in the hall and sent her genuine smiles and friendly greetings, she sent a beaming smile back at them, her cheeks heating up at the flattery.

Then the same feeling happened again when Robin eagerly saved her a seat in art, her heart could’ve leapt straight out of her chest.

‘They like me! Holy shit, they really like me!’ She celebrated. ‘Maybe I am more than bearable.’

“Animals, all of them! Two people tried to take your chair even though I said it was taken, can you believe that? The audacity of humans never ceases to amaze me. Anyway, how was the rest of your weekend?” Robin asked eagerly.

“Not a lot happened after Saturday,” Y/n sighed as she dug through her bag for her sketchbook to work on the ‘Still-life of the Day’

“Sam and I watched those movies! We really liked them.” Y/n nudged Robin’s elbow with her own as Robin's face lit up at the compliment. “Ahh! That’s exactly why I do what I do.” She nodded thoughtfully.

Y/n giggled and continued, “Sam went back to college, but he’s coming back in two weeks! We should hang out again.” Robin nodded vigorously in agreement. “That’d be awesome! Steve can’t stop talking about him, he called me yesterday and couldn’t stop bringing him up! If I didn’t know any better I’d say he’s got a crush—“

“Ahahahaha!” Y/n’s nervous and forced laughter fell from her unexpectedly. Robin quirked a curious eyebrow at her. “I mean, was I picking up the wrong vibe? Or was something like…happening between them?” Robin’s eyes widened with intrigue, her voice lowering in seriousness. Y/n’s vocal chords seemed to seize at the question, only a long, soft squeak emanated from her as she shook her head with eyes wide as saucers.

Robin's eyes narrowed in brief suspicion before shaking whatever thoughts she had from her head, “I could be wrong! But hey, Sam would be a lovely change from the Heidis, Heathers, and Michelles he keeps going through. I keep telling him there’s no shame in exploring! And I know Steve, he may not know it, but he was flirting, like hard core flirting, and not just flirting, but melting! Anything Sam said Steve reacted as if it was the most profound thing, and I mean Sam is funny, funny as hell! But not nearly as funny as Steve thinks he is. Do you know what I mean?”

Y/n’s chest lightened at the manner in which Robin spoke on the topic, but it wasn’t Y/n’s secret to tell, and she wouldn’t ever betray her brother no matter how trustworthy the person could be. She only nodded in response, which was enough of an answer for Robin to know her theory wasn’t so far out of left field as she initially thought.

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The rest of the hour consisted of Robin talking and Y/n drawing and listening, something she was good at. Y/n wasn’t great at conversation, unless aided by Mary Jane, of course, but something the adults in her life prided her on was her ability to be a good listener. It was something she learned to enjoy depending on who she was listening to, and Robin was very fun to listen to.

“No, no, no, I’m telling you it was AWFUL, I mean, the mac and cheese was baked like a lasagna but hard as cement. I can’t not burn anything! And don’t get me started on my mother, ‘Robin Christine Buckley, do you not know how to set a timer?’ ‘Robin Christine, get your head out of the clouds!’ I mean, c’mon, woman, you’ve known me long enough to know I’m pretty incapable of keeping my feet on the ground!” Robin huffed exasperatedly as she scribbled in the messy shading of the fruit bowl she chose to replicate.

“Is your mom like that? Constantly on your ass, I mean.” Robin shrugged before glancing down at Y/n’s own work. “Holy shit! That’s so good! How did I not know you were so good at this?” Robin exclaimed, moving swiftly to peer over her shoulder at the sketch of the hanging plant that hung in the corner they faced.

“Oh, uh, thank you! I—I just trace the object with my eyes and my hand follows it on the paper, it isn’t a huge deal, I’ve had a lot of free time to try, too. It’s hard to slow down at first but something just clicked. I’m sure it’ll get easier the more you figure out how it works for you.” Y/n stumbled out, fleeing the praise with urgency. The feeling felt foreign and a little icky.

“Dude, don’t even downplay it, I love this. If you don’t think it’s good art, when Ms.Jacobs grades it, let me have it! I’ll put it up in my room so you don’t have to look at such mediocrity.” Robin said expectantly and tapped the page with her middle and index fingers.

Robin glanced up through the glass of the classroom door to see a dreamy eyed boy staring at the side of Y/n’s head with an adoring smile tugging at his lips. “Uh, I think that’s for you.” Robin nudged Y/n’s knee with her own to get her attention and then nodded softly at the door beside her.

Y/n slowly peeked through her peripheral vision to get a look at the boy that haunted her every thought since she met him. She locked eyes with him as she turned, a smile playing at her lips, though she forced it down to avoid looking eager.

Eddie was now aware he was caught, though he really didn’t care to hide his adoration. He was simply strolling the hallway the long way around to the bathroom during a particularly boring math lecture, when he caught a glimpse of his dream girl in the art room window. He couldn’t catch a view of her drawing but even if he could he probably wouldn’t have noticed it anyway, her heavenly profile capturing his attention.

His eyes traced down her forehead and along the slope of her nose, down the curves of her lips and the round of her delicate chin. The bank of windows on the other side of the room flooded the midday light onto her, placing her golden halo back around her and made the colors of her hair dance when she’d move.

Eddie held up a hand and lightly saluted with his index finger, his smile growing the longer he got to look at her. Y/n waved shyly, biting back her own smile, which Eddie noticed immediately.

‘She’s happy to see me.’

“You totally have to tell me what happened on Saturday after you guys left.” Robin mumbled with wide eyes darting back to the door every once in a while, though Eddie either didn’t notice or didn’t care. Y/n only nodded, her eyes unmoving from Eddie. He motioned for her to ‘come outside’, and before she knew it she was out of her seat asking for a hall pass.

Her heart hammered familiarly in her throat, sweat prickled at her hairline while she geared up to talk to him, even if it was only for five minutes.

She rounded the corner to meet him by the window he spotted her though, and was met with a face full of the scent she was becoming acquainted with as she slammed into his chest. Giggles poured from them both as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and rested his chin on her head.

They breathed each other in, whispering quiet hellos in the stillness of the deserted hallway. They swayed slightly as she brought her arms tighter around his waist, goosebumps swarming her arms at the gentle strokes on her back. The embrace was over all too soon, Y/n stepping back to lean against the lockers to look at him properly. He rested his shoulder against the lockers lazily, his arms crossed in front of his chest, accentuating his biceps.

“How was your Sunday, sweetheart?” His words met her ears feeling like velvet. “I-It was nice! Slow.” She shrugged, “What about you?” She asked as she struggled to maintain eye contact. She was nervous but she also couldn’t decide where to look because there was so much about him she wanted to look at; the curl pattern of his hair, the shape and straightness of his teeth, the curve of his cheek when the corner of his smile dug into it.

‘He’s so so pretty.’

“Oh, you know, just one of the few times I was ready for the weekend to be over.” He spoke with nonchalance to mask his quiet nervousness, his eyes darting all across her face with intrigue.

Y/n quietly giggled as her face heated up. “I just, uh, wanted to tell you good morning,” He scratched the nape of his neck, the anxiety starting to creep up on him. She smiled and directed her attention to the floor as her throat went prickly. “Good morning, Eddie.” She managed in a whisper.

He’s not the kind of guy to go out of his way to make a girl he has a crush on feel special, not anymore at least; he’s had his hopes stepped on too many times by the girls of Hawkins over the years.

But Y/n somehow accessed this buried part of himself. Eddie dusted off his romantic charm with hesitance and then determination, setting a goal to be whatever Y/n needed him as, and to make a damn good job of it. No matter what, he was going to show her he cared.

He could feel his heart beat in his chest and worried it was visible through his Black Sabbath shirt. “Good morning…” he trailed off, noticing as she fiddled with her necklace and hid her smile behind her hand. “I was, um, also wondering if you’d wanna come sit at my table during lunch, with Hellfire? Bring Robin!” He bit back a smile as he awaited her response, as if she even needed to think about it. The only problem for Y/n was making words come out of her mouth.

‘Spit it out!’

When Eddie’s hopeful demeanor began to falter, Y/n’s words leapt from her throat to make it all better again. “Yes! Absolutely. I’ll, um, ask Robin if she wants to join, but I’ll be there. For sure.” Y/n’s throat tightened up at the thought of the verbal overkill.

‘He gets it, you’re going to sit with him. Any more of that and he’ll think you’re desperate.’

A pang of embarrassment hit her in the chest, her face threatening to screw up in discomfort, though she fought it for Eddie’s sake. “Great! Great, I’ll make sure to save you a couple seats next to me, yeah?” Eddie confirmed as he began retreating down the hall to the bathroom.

Y/n could only smile and nod, the swarm that invaded her stomach now all aflutter. He nodded back to her before tripping over his Reeboks as he tried to turn the corner backwards, not ready to tear his gaze away. His face flushed with heat as her hand flew up to her mouth while he steadied himself and shot her a thumbs up, ‘Like an idiot!’ He scolded himself as he ducked into the bathroom.

Y/n shuffled back to the art room door, not sure if she needed to squeal out of excitement or throw up from embarrassment. She decided on three deep breaths before going back in.

Robin's eyes immediately met Y/n’s as she approached the table, her quivering breath easing as she sat down and let out a quiet and long exhale. “Well? What was that about??” Robin urged quietly. “He asked us to sit with Hellfire at lunch!” Y/n responded almost immediately, Robins face jolted back with shock. “Us? He asked us?”

Y/n nodded. “What were his exact words, though?” Robin scratched her scalp with a pencil in thought, the math not adding up to her. Eddie and her were friends for a while now, but he’d never actually invited her to sit with the Hellfire club at school—not that she minded, she liked to stay clear of the cafeteria if she could.

“He said he wanted to know if I wanted to sit with him at lunch and that I should bring you too.” Y/n shrugged, a content smile resting on her face. “Aha! He didn’t ask us! He asked you!” Robin smiled in victory. Y/n blushed and rolled her eyes, a dismissive shake of her head silencing the rest of Robins teasing she had cooked up. Instead, they settled back into a comfortable silence, the scratching of graphite against copy paper the only noise between them until Robin nudged Y/n’s elbow yet again and the girl stopped focusing on the hanging Ivy to look at her.

“I’ll come if you want me to, you know.” She uttered to her quiet friend. Y/n’s brows raised as if to say ‘Really? You would?’

Robin nodded, catching Y/n’s thought without missing a beat. “I’ll be there.”

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Y/n clutched her tray of extra crispy chicken nuggets and soggy greens to keep herself from combusting out of nervousness. Her eyes scanned the room for any sign of Robin, hoping to walk over together. Her eyes landed on the Hellfire table, which Robin already occupied a seat at.

She was listening intently to a story Eddie’s friend Gareth was telling, fiddling with her milk carton absentmindedly. Y/n then noticed the empty seat between Robin and Eddie, whose eyes searched the room much like Y/n had been previously. He anxiously nibbled on his cashews, ready to see her again even though it had only been an hour since their hallway rendezvous.

“What’s his deal?” Mike asked Dustin regarding Eddie. Dustin shrugged his shoulders and gave a simple answer about ‘Eddie being Eddie’. Robin spotted Y/n before Eddie was able to and stood to eagerly wave her over. “Y/n/n! Over here!” Her thousand watt smile beamed at her from across the room, her volume catching a few looks from surrounding tables, though Robin didn’t notice.

Y/n felt a tense but genuine smile take over and let out a big exhale on her way over at a determined pace. She kept her eyes on the floor in front of her, terrified at the idea of tripping for all to see. Eddie's shoulders relaxed at the sight of her quiet beauty rushing over to the table, hair whipping so delicately around her he wanted to reach out and run his fingers through it. Her glittering eyes flickered up from the floor to him, her heart delighted in the grin he wore for her.

Eddie pulled out her chair, his eyes never leaving her now that he had her in his vicinity. “Hey, guys.” She sighed contently as she plopped down in her seat. Robin scooted closer to Y/n, as did Eddie, which the Hellfire club took note of.

“Hi,” Eddie said softly, internally willing her eyes to move to his so he could indulge in the crystalline colors of her irises. She obliged him by turning, a matching smile rising at the sight of his own. “Hi.” She echoed just as softly.

‘Yeah, you said that.’

Y/n shook the thought from her head, breaking the spell they both briefly fell under. Eddie cleared his throat and stood behind his chair to introduce the members of the club Y/n didn’t know yet. “These guys also happen to be the rest of Corroded Coffin.” Eddie nodded proudly as the three boys greeted Y/n.

“We’d love to have you ladies sit in on a campaign sometime— if that’s something you’re interested in! You totally don’t have to, if that isn’t your kind of thing, I didn’t even ask if you knew anything about—“

“DnD, right?” Y/n interrupted, Eddie’s eyes widening with pleasant surprise as he took his seat again, taking the opportunity to scoot closer to her without drawing much attention. “You ever play before?” He asked with intrigue.

Y/n shook her head, “I’ve only read about it, not like propaganda or anything, but I did get my hands on a manual one time and read through a few campaigns. It’s been a while though.” She shrugged and pushed her mushy green beans around her plate with her plastic fork.

Eddie was beaming, he could work with that. “Does that mean you’d wanna check out a session? Or am I completely misreading this?” He asked. Y/n softly giggled and nodded, “When and where, Munson.” She shrugged again.

‘That was good, but stop moving your shoulders, you look like an idiot.’

‘Shut up.’

“Thursday after school in the drama room, ‘til about nine-ish.” He replied almost instantly, knocking his knuckles on the table nervously. Y/n and Robin exchanged wide eyed glances before the latter nodded. “We’ll be there.” Y/n nodded in confirmation.

Eddie's heart all but leapt out of his chest, “Do we bring snacks?” Y/n asked, wondering if this is an opportunity to bake something sweet. Before Eddie could respond, the table erupted with agreement and eager nods:

“Newbies actually bring snacks for the session, it’s tradition, really—“

“Uh, yeah! Of course they’re supposed to bring snacks!”

“Totally—by the way I’m allergic to nuts.”

Eddie shook his head incredulously and went to stop the boys from messing with her any further until he spotted her laughing and rolling her eyes playfully, “I definitely don’t believe you guys, but I’ll bring something anyway, I don’t mind.” She shrugged again, his eyes moving to the way it shifted her light jacket that lazily hung off her shoulder, her hair a mesh over the silver glint of the chain she wore around her neck.

How jealous he was of that chain.

His eyes scanned the skin of her exposed shoulder, so soft and so touchable…

“I dunno, what do you think, Ed?” Y/n asked Eddie for his opinion between brownies and cookies, or even some sort of crumble cake, but Eddie had no idea where the conversation arrived since he fell under her spell again.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” He asked quietly, biting his lip. “Desserts! What do you think; cookies, brownies, or a cake for Thursday?”

Something about the question lit Eddie’s heart on fire; maybe it was the fact she wanted to bake for him, or maybe it was hearing her talk about future plans like they’d hung out millions of times before. Whatever it was, Eddie knew he couldn’t wait to try anything she brought. “I’m a cookie guy, myself, but I have a serious sweet tooth. I’ll devour anything you put in front of me.” He said lowly, not meaning for the double entendre to slip, though it was definitely caught by Y/n, whose breath hitched at the phrasing.

“I just might have to bring some options, huh?” She said after a shallow breath. Eddie loved the familiar shyness taking over her that he’s missed since Saturday night. Her cheeks flushed pink at his chuckle. “Here, you don’t need to eat this garbage, you like cashews?” He asked quietly, dragging her tray away and sliding his bag of cashews over.

She happily accepted a couple from the bag, leaning her back against the seat and bringing her leg up to her chest, finally relaxed. His heart swelled at the thought of her being comfortable here with him.

Eddie spent the rest of lunch with his hand propping up his chin and the hand closest to Y/n was left on his knee that was so close to touching hers she thought she might die. He listened to her converse with Robin, making minimum interruptions in order to drink up anything the girl gave out. She mirrored him, having her hand closest to him on her knee, the proximity of their fingers already enough to feel the magnetic pull towards one another.

‘Just one touch, a light graze…’

‘No, weirdo, that’s too much.’ His brain berated him, not knowing Y/n was burdened with the same thoughts circulating her head.

‘I could just reach over and lock pinkies with him, friends who touch do that, right?’

‘Who even says we’re friends that touch?’

‘You slept in the same bed with him, interlocking pinkies is okay!’

She reminded herself. Before she could make her move, the bell sent a grating trill through the room, collective groans sounded throughout the space as the lovebirds jolted away from one another at the alarm.

“Ah, shit, I gotta run, I can’t be late to O’Donnell’s again!” Robin cried as she picked up her bag and raced out of the cafeteria. Eddie chuckled, knowing the feeling all too well.

Gareth, Jeff, and Grant quickly cleared their trays, leaving the two almost completely alone, a few stragglers loitered about. “What do you have next?” Eddie asked as he picked up their bags, slinging his over his shoulder and holding hers by the top down by his side, then reached over for his lunchbox.

“Thanks,” Y/n said reaching for her bag as Eddie simultaneously moved away, their game of chase in the park invading her mind immediately, the butterflies starting their slow eruption. “Eddie, I can carry my bag, you’re gonna make us late!” She giggled lightly, moving for the bag again, only to be met with a clumsy spin move to the door closest to their table. “Sorry, can’t hear you, I’m busy walking to history with both of my backpacks.” He called over his shoulder at the dumbstruck girl sporting an incredulous smile on her lips.

Y/n jogged to catch up to him in the hallway. “You have Ms. Lyon this period?” She asked, sneakily grabbing for the bag straps, but failing to detach it from his grip.

“In fact, I do. You probably haven’t seen me there before because I sneak in the back when I’m late, which is often. Other times I just skip all together because lately I’ve been using my lunch break to hotbox the van, you know? But then I don’t wanna show up smelling like skunk cause then what? The cops show up and drag me outta here with a laundry list of reasons,” he chuckled darkly, “Yeah, I’ll take a tardy or an absence over jail time.” He scoffed quietly, his confidence wavering.

‘Way to make yourself sound like a loser, you dumb fuck.’ His brain echoed.

“No, no, I get it! This morning I really wanted to smoke a jay on the walk over but I didn’t want to smell because—“ she stopped herself when she figured out she wasn’t headed in the same direction he was. “Because… then I’d smell like shit all day and I can’t be that kid.” She joked and tried to ignore the pounding in her chest.

Eddie let out a hearty laugh, “Well, if it makes you feel better you’ve never smelled like weed, and I know for a fact you hotboxed your brother’s bronco before the Hideout. I can smell that shit from, like, a mile away, you know, I’m a hound for the ganja. But, uh, yeah, you never smell like a stoner.” He shook his head at himself as they arrived at the classroom right as the tardy bell rang, taking the last two seats in the back of the room side by side, the bank of windows in the room shining on her like they did in art, and he had the best seat to watch.

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Eddie debated the rest of the day on whether or not he should ask Y/n to hang out after school. He craved that alone time they had on Saturday under the stars, or the time they shared in the woods when they met.

But he couldn’t bring himself to a solid decision by the time the final bell rang. He sprung out of his seat and walked to her locker, determined to at least tell her bye. Dustin tried to flag him down on his way past, though Eddie didn’t spare the boy a glance, only a wave over the shoulder and offering a “Can’t talk right now, bud, I’ll catch you later!”

Eddie sped around the corner and weaved through the bodies of his slow moving peers with urgency. He spotted her as soon as he arrived at her hallway, admiring her in her natural state. She exchanged books in her locker, grabbing her worn novel from English and sticking it in her bag, along with her flat and stiff sketchbook, which was a deep orange that made his heart tingle.

Y/n closed her door and spotted Eddie as she turned. Her resting bitch face lit up like a birthday cake with sixteen candles on top at the sight of him making his way to her.

‘Did he come find me or was he just passing through?’

‘Maybe it's a coincidence.’

“Fancy meeting you here.” He said with charm, you wouldn’t think he was internally cringing at himself, but he was.

‘Yeah, no shit, you go to the same school and you literally sought her out, freak.’

“Very fancy, indeed.” She leant against her locker, an attempt at nonchalance. “What are you up to after school?” She asked, ready to hear him talk about anything.

“Oh, just, a little band practice for a few hours at Gareth’s,” Eddie glanced around at the emptying hallway, hoping he wasn’t being a bother or keeping her from anything. “What about you? What do you got going on?”

“At some point I gotta go grocery shopping with my dad, but then after that I’m probably just gonna sit in my room and rot for a bit til the moon comes out.” Her eyes twinkled at the mention of the moon and bit her lip tenderly, remembering the way Eddie looked on the roof under the light of the moon.

Saturday seemed like ages ago, their time in Y/n’s special place felt as if the world was free of other people and it was all left for the two of them. They both ached for time like that again.

“Sounds like a pretty solid plan. I might have to have a look at the moon, myself, tonight.” He said, shoving his hands in his pockets and easing towards the exit nearest to the parking lot. Y/n walked with him, her chest warming at the sentiment.

“Is that so? Do you look at the moon often?” She quipped, asking out of both genuine curiosity and for the sake of banter. “Only here recently.” He smiled, leaning his full weight against the door to open it for her, causing the door to swing open abruptly and slam against the pale brick harder than necessary, though it didn’t faze Eddie, who seemed to have chaos follow wherever he went.

If he was the chaos, Y/n didn’t know, nor did she care. If he was chaos then she was absolutely, a thousand percent into chaos.

She giggled as he strode up to her and snatched her bag from her shoulder, yet again. “Eddie! Why? What are you doing??” She couldn’t help but laugh as he jogged to his van ahead in the mostly clear parking lot. “Gotta get you in my van somehow!” He slowed his strides to a walk and turned around to hold up her bag with an ornery smile fixed on his face, his tongue running over his teeth in anticipation.

“Is this the part where I just say ‘screw the bag’ and run? ‘Cause I’m seeing some red flags here.” She laughed as she came closer to the door he leaned against. “And yet here you are.” He joked, though the timber of his voice was more prominent in his delivery, sending a shiver down the back of Y/n’s neck.

She let out a nervous huff as she smiled down at the ground, pushing a loose piece of gravel around with her shoe. “Here I am.” He smiled as he caught the pink flushing her face.

He opened the driver’s side door and tossed the bags in, leaning over farther to set his lunchbox on top. “Care for a ride home?” Eddie gestured to the open door behind him, inviting her to climb in. Y/n’s face lit up at the offer and nodded eagerly, “That would be really nice, thank you.” She said softly and approached the open door. Eddie held his hand out to help her step in and she accepted it immediately.

The magnetic pull between them was present, inviting the butterflies that had been stewing all day to surge down through their veins and rush to each other despite the barrier of skin separating them from reuniting. Eddie squeezed her hand softly, sending an extra jolt of affection to her heart. As she settled into the passenger seat, her fingers slipped from his, the electricity disconnecting at the loss of touch.

Eddie loved seeing her in his van next to him, and he hoped someday soon he’d be able to reach over and hold her hand the whole ride home— or even in her hair, or cradling her cheek, resting on her shoulder, maybe stroking the nape of her pretty little neck.

The butterflies that previously tingled in his hands quickly shot down south, the sensation reminding Eddie to take some deep breaths and center himself before he had an embarrassing situation on his hands.

Y/n pulled her bag from the floor between them and dug around for her empty cassette case that held a shorter spliff—half tobacco and half herb. She touched the end to the tip of her nose and breathed in the earthy scent. “Care to spark up with me? I don’t have any gas money to offer.” She shrugged.

Eddie swung his door shut and turned to see his angel in his preferred state: one leg folded up against her chest, her basic jacket hanging off one shoulder, her hair careless and free around her, and a toke ready to be taken between her fingers. He felt like she was a gift, though he knew explicitly she didn’t belong to him.

“I’d love nothing more, princess.”

‘That damn nickname again.’ Y/n almost keeled over. No one had ever made her feel like a princess before. Important, yes; her father and brother always made her feel important, but never special like Eddie did.

Y/n suppressed a giggle, already feeling unbearably corny as it is. If her brother could see her today, she wouldn’t be able to live it down.

‘But then again, I could also never let him live Steve down, the giggly fuck.’

Before she could let the inexplicable laughter slip, she stuck the spliff in her mouth and dug around for her still missing orange lighter. The engine purred as Eddie started the ignition, the girl patting herself down repeatedly then searching the pockets of her bag again. “Still can’t find it, huh?” Eddie said with a tsk, reaching into his jacket pocket and retrieving the zippo that’s come to her rescue a few times before.

Eddie could see the flame reflected in her corneas as he flicked it to life, the depth of her irises even more prominent now. Her eyes crinkled at the sides when her mouth formed a small smile around the rolled paper between her lips. She leaned forward to inhale the flame into the toke, his focus unmoving from her mouth.

‘Okay, see, this is exactly what we’re not supposed to be doing!’

Eddie reminded himself, quickly snapping the top closed. The space filled with two generous clouds before she handed it over to Eddie, who plucked it expertly from her grasp and stuck it in his mouth as he shifted gears and pulled out of the parking lot with a lurch.

Y/n loved the way he looked with a smoke hanging out of his mouth while his hands were busy. Eddie blew the smoke out from the corner of his mouth and made a prompt move to crank the window down a little.

“You wanna pick something to listen to?” He asked as he turned to join the flow of traffic. Eddie then handed the joint back over for her to stick in her mouth as she dug around in the glovebox, carding through the newly familiar cases and titles. She secretly hoped she’d come across another unlikely album of his.

Which is kind of what happened.

She took two heavy pulls from the spliff, leaving the rest for Eddie. She filled her lungs ‘til they burned and then exhaled as the dizzying buzz washed over her head. That’s when she saw her girl Joan Jett at the back of the glove box.

“Eddie, my boy, you never cease to surprise me!” She said amusedly, his face flushing at the return of her ease in conversation. He loved it when she let go. He was so wrapped up at the sound of her calling him ‘her boy’, he didn’t even know what she was talking about, so he offered a quiet “Yeah,” and half a shrug, his attention trained on the road ahead.

“Joan Jett? I love her. She’s everything I wish I could be.” She said easily as she ejected his Black Sabbath cassette and started her pick. I Hate Myself for Loving You started, the familiar drum beat leading the intro making her immediately bob her head in time. Before Eddie could ask what she meant, she launched into rockstar mode, using the cassette case as her microphone and imitating Joan.

Eddie found it hard to focus on the last couple of turns to her neighborhood, completely entranced by how free she seemed at this moment.

“Midnight, gettin’ uptight, where are you,” She sang into her make-do mic with wide eyes and her hair shaking around her, Eddie thanked the powers that be that he was pulling into the spot by the curb he occupied the last time he was here, now able to throw it in park and face her while he smoked the rest of the spliff. His eyes turned hungry on her again while watching her perform for him.

Y/n noticed her fathers car wasn’t in the driveway from his day shift today. His schedule had been hectic since he’d been taking any extra shifts they allowed him to, sometimes working the day, others the night, which is why most of the time he took Friday afternoon, evening, and night to catch up on sleep.

But today's Monday, so he should be coming home from work in about a half hour, which elated Y/n that she’d have this time to spend with Eddie to herself.

Her eyes went back to Eddie, who watched her intently. She cranked up the volume and her energy, his smile broadening at her antics. “Hey, Jack, it’s a fact they’re talkin’ in town, I turn my back and now you’re messing around, I’m not gettin’ jealous, don’t like looking like a clown!”

Eddie couldn’t help but join her for the chorus, which made her scream in amusement and excitement. “I think of you every night and day, you took my heart and you took my pride away…”

“I hate myself for loving you! Can’t break free from the things that you do! I wanna walk but I run back to you, that’s why I hate myself for loving you!” They sang to one another, feeling closer to Saturday than they did earlier at school.

Eddie shook his head and took the last drag of the spliff roach before smothering it in the ashtray under the radio. He pulled out his carton of Marlboros, offering one out to her. She happily took it from him as he brought out the zippo again, lighting it for her like the gentleman he was.

“So, like, does your guys’ dad know you smoke?” He asked as she breathed life into the stick. Before responding she tilted her head back and forth in thought, shrugging her shoulders as she exhaled,

“That’s a great question, actually. I honestly can’t tell. We haven’t had an official conversation about it all, which I don’t see coming, ever. But the old man smokes cigarettes, so this is pretty easy to get away with,” she took another drag to collect her thoughts, Eddie flicked his ashes out the window and turned the music down slightly.

“The weed though, I’m not sure if I just do a good enough job hiding it or if he doesn’t notice. Cause I know there’s been many a time we’ve shown up at home smelling like we’ve been ambushed by a gang of skunks. But he always knew where we were going and what was happening at these parties, like, he was the only parent that knew where his kids were. I go back and forth between him not minding and him being disappointed, you know? It isn’t like he hasn’t touched the stuff. But I’m sure it’d scare him ‘cause of my mom.” She stopped and took two deep draws to silence the intrusive thoughts invading her mind after bringing up her mother.

‘Way to ruin it, dumbass. It’s not time for you to talk about your mommy-issues.’ Y/n scrunched her brows at the thought and turned to look out the window. The only sounds filling the space between the two were the muffled engine and the quiet sounds of Joan fading with the end of the song.

A silence took over; Y/n busy berating herself as Eddie searched for the right words to connect with her. Right when Y/n was about to abandon ship and tell Eddie she’d see him tomorrow, he spoke up. “I get that,” he said as she clutched the door handle. Her eyes met his, that earnest gleam evident in his stare.

“That’s exactly how it is for me and Wayne. He didn’t know about the cigarettes for a long time, but by the time he figured it out I was pretty well grown and had my own pocket money to buy them, so he just kinda let it go. But, uh, when he found out about the weed and my… business endeavors… he was pretty worked up.” He nodded, a severe grimace falling over his features.

“What happened?” Y/n asked.

“Word spreads, you know? But, uh, he went to pack some lunch for me—something he hadn’t done in a long time because I told him he didn’t need to anymore, and he found everything.” Eddie ran his hands over his face as he relived the memory.

“He was more scared than anything, I think. Scared that I was going down the same road as my parents. He was like ‘Is this really the way you want your life to go, Tim?’ and that just…killed me.” Eddie shook his head at himself.

Y/n didn’t know who Tim was, but she could only assume it was Eddie’s father. “What was in there? Was it just weed?” She asked. Eddie didn’t look at her and could only shake his head no with tense disappointment in himself.

“Wayne’s my dad’s older brother, they were thick as thieves growing up… until the war then Wayne had to go be a badass in the jungle for a couple years. And I think that really fucked with my dad. That’s when he started dabbling with pot and psychedelics, met my mom, and then finally they decided it was time to take the next step in their relationship and try some crazy addictive shit together… aaand you know the rest of the story.” He waved off the rest of the story dismissively, trying to put up a nonchalant front for armor.

They shared more silence, this one much more comfortable for Y/n; Eddie, not so much. “What did you have? At the time, I mean.” She asked softly, silently wondering how far his adventures with drugs have taken him.

Eddie took a nervous peek at her. “You asking if I sell crack, sweetheart?” A mischievous smile hiding at the corners of his lips. Y/n rolled her eyes and couldn’t help but laugh. As if on cue, her fathers station wagon pulled into the driveway.

“There’s the old man, now.” She said quietly, tapping her finger on the window where her fathers head popped up out of the car. Johnny wore a curious expression on his face in regard to the van on the other side of the yard, but quickly dropped it and headed inside, shuffling his feet tiredly.

“Huh, you’re right, Sam looks just like him.” Eddie nodded, recalling how she described her dad from before. “But I definitely see how you belong to him, too.” He smiled genuinely and met her eye, successfully pulling a smile from her in return.

Y/n pulled her lip between her teeth, never hearing anyone compare her to her father even if it was a remark as simple as that. “Why you always gotta do that, huh?” She laughed as she swung the door open and hopped down to retrieve her bag from the floorboard. “Do what?” He asked incredulously, placing a hand against his chest in faux offense.

Y/n rolled her eyes again, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’ll see you later, Eddie. Thanks for the ride, my feet really appreciate it.” She joked as she threw her cigarette butt on the ground and squashed it with her red converse. “Y’know, the trailer park’s right over there?” He asked suddenly before she shut the door, her head cocking in confusion.

“Where I live, it isn’t far, like, at all,” Y/n nodded though had no idea where he was trying to go with this, “W-What I’m trying to get at is, I cou—I could give you a ride, to or from! Or both, both makes more sense, obviously, but… ball’s in your court.” He cringed at the basketball reference and his fumbling. He could pass it off on being blazed, right?

Y/n’s smile stretched back across her face and she laughed adorably at his fluster. “I’d really love that, Eddie.” She fidgeted with the straps on her bag and looked back at the ground briefly to stop herself from smiling like a maniac, but she couldn’t help it. The boy did things to her.

“Great! Awesome. It also gives me an excuse to get to school on time, so…my first two teachers will thank you.” He relaxed at her smile, wishing their time together wasn’t coming to an end.

“Does, uh, 7:30 work for you?” She asked, peeking up from her hands to see a blanched Eddie sitting before her, “Th-That’s what time you go to school? Shit, yeah! That works for me.” He nodded in surprise, he’s gonna have to get some batteries for his alarm clock if he’s gonna get up at 7:15 from now on.

“We can leave later! I’m used to walking so it won’t take long for us to get there anyway, really.”

“Nah, no, no, no, the lady says 7:30, 7:30 it will be.” He held up his hands in finality. Y/n pressed her lips into a playfully annoyed line and shook her head at him once more. “You are…”

“A freak?” He asked with a wrinkled nose and teasing tone. Y/n rolled her eyes and scoffed at his self deprecation. “Bye, Eddie.” She said softly before shutting the door firmly and turning around, taking extra care to pay attention to her footing to avoid tripping in front of him.

Eddie watched her walk all the way to her house until she disappeared onto the front porch. He sighed, letting out a prolonged and aggravated grumble and pressing his forehead to the top of the steering wheel.

How can a girl make him so comfortable and nervous and excited and tense all at the same time???

Y/n shared the same thoughts as she closed the door behind her, leaning back onto the pane of glass with a long exhale.

‘That was so great and so stupid, what the fuck.’ She tilted her head back with a thud and a grimace, the embarrassment physically painful.

‘He obviously wants to see you again or he wouldn’t have offered the ride.’

‘He could’ve just offered because he’s nice, not because he wanted to.’ She sighed, her bully hitting her where it hurts.

‘You aren’t anything special, you know.’ Her voice echoed.

Before she could spiral too far, her dad rounded the corner to view his quietly distressed daughter. “You okay, kiddo? Your head hurt or something?” He asked as he slowly approached and set a hand on top of her head tenderly.

Y/n opened her eyes and shook her head assuringly, “No, no, I’m good. Just taking a minute in the quiet, you know?” Her heart’s pace picked up at the thought of the rather loud aroma wafting off her clothes.

Johnny removed the hand from her head and unhooked the keys from their place by the door with the mail and his grocery list written in his small print. He picked up his wire rimmed glasses that were identical to Sam and Y/n’s own— which Y/n refused to wear because of the comments she used to receive in middle school.

‘Sure, when they wear them they look ‘scholarly’ but when I wear them I look like a dweeb.’ She’d thought all those years.

“Who gave you the ride?” Her dad asked as he slipped the eyeglasses onto his face, “Just a friend from school, one from the group Sam and I hung out with Saturday night.” She explained while they walked outside and locked the front door.

“Oh, that Steve fella?” He asked over his shoulder before opening his door to the car. Y/n stifled a laugh, “Uh, no, uh, Steve’s not in high school, he graduated last year— like Sam.” She recovered.

She flipped down into the plush seat of the wagon, her father buckling up and starting the engine. He dialed the radio knob to his personal favorite station that played mostly jam bands like the Grateful Dead.

The prolonged guitar solo of Althea drifted through the speakers quietly at first and then louder as Johnny adjusted the volume. Though Johnny was a quiet guy, he preferred his music loud, much like his daughter.

“Was this friend…friendly?” He asked, eyeing her without suspicion, a hidden curiosity unfolding across his features. Y/n felt the familiar heat creep up her cheeks and avoided eye contact. “Wh-What do you even mean, ‘friendly’?” She dodged.

Johnny rolled his eyes and shifted the car into reverse. “You know, friendlier than the average run of the mill friend? Not be confused with a best friend?” He asked without looking at her this time, hoping she wouldn’t need too much prying to share her thoughts.

Y/n suppressed a smile and looked out the window and gave a shrug. “He’s a good friend. A nice friend… I might join a club at school with him and a few others, by the way.”

Johnny raised an eyebrow and quickly looked over to search her face. He wanted her to talk about the boy on her own terms, even if it made him a little nervous. “A club? Wow… I knew you had it in you, kiddo. What kind of a club?”

Y/n exhaled in relief that he wasn’t going to press her, she leaned back and turned to look at him as he turned back onto the road her and Eddie had just traveled down not long before. “Y-you ever heard of the game dungeons and dragons?”

Johnny smirked, recalling the days of the 70s in the short time he had between his adolescence and fatherhood, some of his friends’ younger siblings had started playing the game, which they all got picked on relentlessly for being geeky. He only nodded his head in response.

“They have a club at school that plays every week, and my friend Robin and I got invited to sit in on a session and see what we think. So I'll be home late on Thursday, if that’s alright with you.”

Johnny purses his lips to give the impression he had to think about it pretty hard, “Depends…” he shrugged, his sarcasm not registering with his daughter just yet. “Oh, uh, on what?” She was taken aback by his hesitance, accustomed to his approval.

“Nothin’, just… is your good, nice friend gonna bring you home?” He looked over at her trying his best to maintain a straight face. Y/n’s flush returned to her face full force this time as she rolled her eyes and hid behind her hands, dramatically throwing her head back against the seat and letting an irritated groan loose. “Oh my god.” She shook her head and let her fingers slide down the front of her face, pulling the skin under her eyes and cheeks with it.

Johnny let out a quiet laugh, his eyes shining and wrinkling at the sides in the way both of his children did. “Just want you to get home safe is all, you want me to pick you up? Come inside and introduce myself?” He asked, his poker face beginning to falter at his daughter’s undoing.

“No no no! That’s fine, Eddie told me he’s gonna pick me up for school tomorrow so I’m sure a ride back from Hellfire wouldn’t be a big deal either.” She ran a nervous hand through her hair, scratching at the roots.

“Oh, so the good, nice friend is called Eddie, huh? And Hellfire? What a name. Sounds like fun, really. I’m, uh, glad you’re getting involved again, Y/n/n. I was worried the move would be too much, you know? But I’m really proud of you.” He nodded at the road. Johnny wasn’t the best with feelings or talks about them, he hadn’t any idea about the few encounters Y/n had with guys from her old town, so her being around a new male friend that made her obviously nervous was new territory for him.

He didn’t want her to feel underprepared, but had faith she would come to him if she needed anything no matter how big or small. Johnny just wished he could express it. Y/n smiled at her lap, the simple words from her father meaning the world. “Thanks, pop.”

Johnny smiled and reached over to pat her shoulder. They arrived at the Big Buy, Y/n following her father and suddenly feeling much smaller than she was by trailing after him like a duckling.

“So, you slay any dragons in this game?”

“Dad, it’s literally called Dungeons and Dragons, what do you think?”

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Senate Party - Echo Ending

Warnings: Reader gets hit on by a rich asshole. Said asshole tries to insult Echo. You’re not having it.

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You reached out for the dress you’d gravitated to most. Compared to the others it may have seemed a bit plain, but you just loved the color and the feel of the fabric.

After putting it on you began to notice some of the more subtle embellishments and beautiful craftsmanship. The neckline that you liked so much was all you thought it would be. You twirled a bit, watching as the flowing fabric twirled just above the ground. You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face.

This one felt right to you. You could move freely, and yet you still felt beautiful.

With a jolt you realized that the dress was the same color Echo had chosen to embellish his outfit. You found yourself thinking of him more and more lately. You tried to shake any further thoughts from your head.

With a calming breath and one last look in the mirror, you opened the door.

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Echo enjoyed seeing you try on dresses. His crush on you was something he’d come to accept, though he knew it was unlikely you would return his affection. Just seeing you smile, just being around you made him happy.

But, Maker, did you look beautiful in these dresses, though you hadn’t seemed to find one you liked yet.

When the door opened he looked on curiously, interested in what your next pick would be, but he was pretty sure his brain stopped working when he saw you.

This dress was definitely his favorite. He thought you looked beautiful before but this dress seemed to let that beauty shine in every way. It accented your figure without any unnecessary frills or shine and the color really brought out your eyes. As you moved it flowed elegantly. You looked almost angelic; more graceful than any jedi.

The smile on your face was the crowning jewel of the whole thing. He felt that same pressure in his chest he always got when you were near him.

“So? What do you think?” You asked, holding out your arms a bit. Wrecker nudged him and fortunately that was just the push Echo needed to bring his mind back on track.

“It really looks great.” Echo said, “You look happy.”

Your smile widened and the pressure in his chest grew.

“Thanks, Echo.” You said, “I really think this is one will be perfect.”

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Echo walked next to Crosshair through the busy streets of the market. They’d both gone to pick up everyone’s outfits after the suits had been altered. He was excited to see you in your dress again.

“You really are so obvious.” Crosshair said. Echo shot him a look.

“What do you mean by that?”

“You’ve been carrying that dress like it was a priceless antique.” He said, “Don’t think I didn’t notice how you jumped at the chance to carry y/n’s outfit when we divided everything up.”

“She just…seemed really excited about it.” Echo said defensively, pushing on through the crowd.

“Yeah, sure.” He could practically see Crosshair smirk behind him.

They arrived back at the Marauder and placed everyone’s outfits out, laying the garment bags in the main living quarters.

“Thanks for picking these up.” You smiled, appearing from the back in your casual clothes. They’d all be traveling over to a hotel to change later, but you’d mentioned that you didn’t want to leave your armor at the hotel. Everyone agreed that it may be best to do the same.

You had a towel in your hand and wet hair. Echo recalled you mentioning that you preferred to use the shower aboard the ship to save time later.

“Uh, y-yeah. No problem.”

Crosshair let out an amused breath nearby, but Echo tried to ignore him.

“Are you excited?” He asked.

“I guess so.” You said, taking a seat and toweling off your hair, “It’s been a nice change of pace, if anything.”

“I know what you mean.” He sighed. You sat in comfortable silence for a moment until Hunter came in. He saw the pile of formalwear.

“Ah, good, you got everything.” Hunter took the seat next to Crosshair. “We do need to figure out who’s going with who since we’ll be arriving at different times.”

“I think Echo and y/n should pair up.” Crosshair drawled. Echo glared at him but the sniper just stared back with a satisfied look on his face.

“That works for me.” You smiled, “What about you, Echo?”

“Hm? Oh yeah I don’t mind.”

“You two do have matching outfits.” Hunter noted, “If you arrive together, you should probably stay together for the entire thing. You’ll look like a couple.”

Echo looked at both his brothers in disbelief. They’d planned this somehow and he didn’t know if he should be grateful or furious. Given their self satisfied expressions and how you seemed to freeze at the suggestion he was leaning toward the latter.

“That’s not a bad idea.” You said finally, “I’d be more comfortable with another person.”

“Me too.” Echo agreed. He really didn’t want to be alone at the party, though he’d expected to be paired up with one of his brothers.

“It’ll be fun.” You smiled, standing up and grabbing the dresses from the table. Maybe you weren’t upset at the idea. You certainly seemed a bit happier than you did earlier.

With a polite nod you took the dresses back to the bunks to hang them up.

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“You planned that, didn’t you?” Echo hissed at Crosshair. The sniper smiled at him.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

They were waiting for you and Omega in the hotel lobby and Echo had to admit, they all looked pretty good. Echo took a moment to adjust his sleeves. They’d had to tailor the one on his scomp link arm, but it fit quite well. He’d chosen to go with a more subtle outfit than most of his brothers, liking how only his lapels and cufflinks were colorful. And he may have chosen that color after you mentioned how much you liked it on him when he was wearing his civilian clothes a few missions back.

“Oh come on.” Echo said, “You accuse me of being ‘so obvious’ and then just so happen to suggest y/n and I get paired up for this mission. You even convinced Hunter to get in on it. Ugh, he said we’d ‘look like a couple’ and she just froze.”

“Actually,” Hunter said, “Y/n asked me if you two could pair up tonight. She was a bit nervous about the whole thing.”

Echo didn’t know how to respond. You’d asked to spend the night with him? Did you freeze up because Hunter gave away your plan, or because he implied you’d look like a couple when you’d just wanted to go as friends? Were you nervous about the gala or about him getting the wrong idea? What idea even was the wrong idea?

Fortunately, Omega ran up just then, interrupting both the conversation and Echo’s thoughts. You’d picked out some accessories for her that complemented her blue outfit well.

Echo looked up. He wasn’t entirely sure if he could short circuit, but if he could now would be the time.

You were stunning. Every feature of the dress he noticed yesterday hit him again all at once. It complemented your figure wonderfully, and the flowing fabric ran just above the floor. As your missions normally involved heavy armor and helmets, he didn’t normally see you in makeup. Tonight, however, you’d apparently made an exception. You’d styled your hair aswell and as you came closer he noticed the jewelry you’d picked out adorning your neck and arms.

Maker, were you beautiful. The gleam in your eyes as you smiled at them was worth more than everything else combined. He could tell that you felt beautiful, too.

Just like in the shop, Wrecker nudged him a bit to snap him out of his gawking. Echo blinked a few times, recentering himself.

“You all look so good!” You said, “Sorry it took us a bit longer.”

“Not a problem.” Tech said, “We are still on schedule.”

“Oh good.”

You sighed and looked at Echo with a small smile. He returned with a small smile of his own, hoping you didn’t notice the blush on his cheeks.

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About an hour later you two were handing your invites to a reception droid. It beeped approvingly and you were let in. You took yet another deep breath, glad to have been paired up with Echo for the night, but now more concerned with what to do next. When you asked Hunter to pair you up, you hadn’t really planned further ahead.

The hall was absolutely huge. You and Echo couldn’t help but stare. There was a sea of people mingling before you, some enjoying food while others danced. Many of them were simply making polite conversation with other party guests.

You might as well make your move.

“Echo.” You said, looking around at some of the couples, “Would you mind if I held onto your arm?”

He raised an eyebrow at you.

“You…want to?” He asked.

“I mean…” You said, trying to hold on to the nerve you’d just found, “Hunter did mention that we’d look like a couple, so maybe we should play it up?”

That explanation was apparently good enough because he extended his elbow a bit to let you loop your arm through his. You felt him stiffen for a moment but he relaxed quickly.

“Well now we just keep our eyes and ears open.” You said, spotting Tech in the corner. He seemed to see you, too, because he smiled seeing you and Echo arm in arm.

“I guess.” He said, “Were should we head?”

You looked around, and saw a group of people mingling under the main stairs. There was some artwork displayed there. Maybe a good place to overhear some conversation or find your target.

“Let’s head that way.” You suggested, nodding towards the art exhibit.

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That fluttering feeling was weighing on Echo with full force. You were so close to him, gently holding onto his arm in such a sweet way.

But his thoughts were interrupted by a rather tall man who’d begun following them as they entered the art exhibit.

“We’re being followed.” He noted to you as you both stoped in front of a piece.

“Yeah.” You said, “I don’t recognize him. Is he with the target?”

“Not sure.” Echo shrugged, “I can comm in and-”

“Hello there.”

You both looked over to find the man in question standing beside you both. He was tall, and dressed in a white suit jacket. His hair was slicked back. Echo noticed the gold adorning almost every part of his body.

“Hello.” You offered politely, “Wonderful party.”

“Better now that I’ve met you.” He smiled. Echo narrowed his eyes.

“Ah, and you are?” You asked, clearly a bit uncomfortable.

The man blinked for a moment, as if surprised that you didn’t automatically recognize him, but soon fell back into his original demeanor.

“Riccam Vandron.” He smiled, “Charmed.”

Echo noticed you stiffen next to him. The Vandron name was familiar to him, they had a lot of money and status to throw around. If Tech had been there he’d know their entire family business for sure.

“Nice to meet you.” You said, doing well to hide your apparent discomfort, “I’m Lynbra and this is-”

“Oh, honey you don’t have to hold on to that thing.” He said, cutting you off before you could assign Echo a fake name as well, “I’d be more than happy to take you home tonight.”

“Thing?” You asked. “Did you really just call my boyfriend a thing?”

Boyfriend?

“Please, I’ve seen plenty of fine women whose parents make them take a servant to these things. You’re beautiful. You can obviously do better. Like I said, I’d be more than happy to keep you company.” He tried to come closer but you held up a hand. His look of surprise quickly turned into a scowl.

“Let me get a few things clear for you.” You pushed him back a bit, “Firstly, this man is the most kind, compassionate, skilled person I’ve ever had the privilege of meeting and handsome to boot. I couldn’t ‘do better’ if I had access to every person in the entire galaxy.”

Echo probably should have stepped in, not for your sake but the man’s. He knew better than anyone just how dangerous you could be. But your words, so sweet but full of conviction, were just enough to throw him off balance for a moment.

“Secondly,” you said, pointing a finger at him, “I wouldn’t go home with you if you were the last person in the entire galaxy. Vandron or not.”

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You stared back into the Vandron’s red face with unimpressed rage. He started to come towards you again. You didn’t regret your words but you did regret potentially blowing your cover if this thing escalated further. He wasn’t an important Vandron, if he even was one at all, but that wasn’t a risk you wanted to take.

“What did you just say to me you little-”

Suddenly an arm cut in front of you, Echo was glaring at him just as harshly as you.

“She said no, pal.” Echo said sternly. You hadn’t seen him this truly angry in a long while, but you could hear it in his voice. “You really gonna start a scene here over this?”

The guy looked around, apparently noticing that this gallery was pretty well guarded and decided to drop it, walking away slowly and trying to glare daggers at both of you.

You watched him go, then sighed.

“Sorry about that.” You said, “I should have thought of the mission.”

“I understand.” Echo nodded offering you his arm again so you two could continue walking, though you had no destination.

“I’m glad you stepped in.”

“Well, not that you couldn’t have handled it, but what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?”

You stopped in your tracks, feeling the heat on your face as you recalled exactly what you’d said. Echo chuckled a bit.

“I…didn’t even notice.” You said, putting your free hand over your face, “The words just sort of came out of me.”

He took some time before replying and you braced yourself for potential rejection.

“Y/n,” He said your name thoughtfully, carefully, “I’ve had feelings for you for quite some time. You’re so funny and intelligent. You always know what to say or do to help out. I just couldn’t believe that you’d ever feel the same as I did. Hunter mentioned earlier that you’d wanted to pair off with me tonight and I…started to think that maybe you had feelings for me too?”

You looked at him, searching his face. He looked at you, obviously also a bit worried. You smiled.

“Echo, everything I said back there is true. I think you’re wonderful and…I want to be with you.”

He smiled at that. You’d both arrived in a more secluded area of the gala. Without as many people it felt…intimate.

Echo put his hand on your cheek and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“After this is over,” He said, “We’ll have to go on a proper date, not a mission.”

“Agreed.”

“I’ve found the target.” Hunter’s voice in both your ears cut into the moment.

“Do you need backup?” You asked.

“No, Wrecker and I are following.” He replied, “We’ll let you know if things escalate.”

The comm went silent again and you both smiled a bit. He grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together.

“Or…we have some time now.” He said. You chuckled a bit and kissed his cheek. The blush on his face was too cute.

You squeezed his hand and smiled, “Might as well enjoy it.”

#echo x reader #fluff #the bad batch

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