# if it's not pale enough pls ignore!!

[kentopedia]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ LEAVING LIPSTICK STAINS ON LEVI

fem!reader, sfw, fluff, you leave lipstick all over levi before a mission and the scouts find out, just something super cutesy & short while i work on some longer pieces hehe, pls ignore errors lol, 1.3k words

“promise you’ll come back in one piece?” you say, smoothing the wrinkle between levi’s brow with a kiss. 

he glances up at you from under his lashes, crinkling his nose as a short, breathy laugh escapes him, one he tries to subdue. still, he can’t deny the happiness that slips onto his features, not when joy is so fleeting because of the life that the two of you live. 

cold hands run across your back, down to your hips as you straighten his collar, kissing his sharp cheekbones, the bridge of his nose. “i’ve made it this far, haven’t i?” levi mutters, squeezing your sides gently before shifting you off of his lap.

he lifts you, sets you on the edge of his desk, causing some of the papers that erwin had dropped off earlier to crinkle. a smile graces your lips as levi stands, stretching his limbs behind him, the chair pushing away from the desk with a creak.

“i’m going to be late because of you,” levi remarks, eyes narrowed playfully, but he gives you another kiss on the lips, lingering there like it’s painful to pull away.

“then stop kissing me.” your hands splay across his chest, but you don’t push him away, feeling his heart beat under his ribcage, the melody that you will always come back to. still, levi tugs your hips forward, slots in between your legs, and kisses you even deeper. “it’s time for you to go, captain levi.” 

a heavy sigh weighs against your mouth, his exhale warm as he pulls back. “sounds like you want me gone.” 

“of course i don’t.” your voice softens as you play with his fingers for a moment, before he's tugging them away gently, withdrawing from your figure. “i'm going to have to find someone else to sleep next to while you’re away."

normally, you would’ve been going with levi and the rest of the scouts, but an injury from your last mission prevented you from going on any more for a few weeks. 

levi snorts, putting on his jacket, fixing the leather straps across his chest. “is that all i’m good for? killing titans and keeping your bed warm?”

you make a face at him, then shrug, half-hearted as he stares back at you with amusement. then, you laugh, cheerful and free; you know levi will come back to you. he has no other choice. 

levi makes his way towards the door. 

“levi?” 

he turns, the lipstick stains still visible on his cheek, dark against his pale skin. for a moment, you wonder if you should tell him—if he’d be mad if you didn’t. 

but then you remember he’s going to meet with a squad of fifteen year olds that have all almost died alongside him. if they really have a problem with their captain being loved by you, then they don’t care about him as much as you thought. 

you smile and shake your head, voice holding just enough mischief for levi to notice. “just be safe. i love you.” 

he softens. there are times where levi is hesitant to say the words, still worried you will be taken from him. but this is not one of those times. not when you will be separated for days, his life once again in danger. “i love you too, sweetheart.”

within ten minutes, levi is down to the first floor, pushing into the room where the members of his squad are already waiting. 

he’s only a minute late, but he feels like they must have been waiting for hours, the way that they are all gawking at him with wide eyes, connie’s jaw faltering slightly. “everyone here?” levi asks, doing a quick scan of the room, counting heads like he’s their babysitter. 

no one says anything. eren’s eyes look like they might bulge out of his head, and jean covers his mouth, looking away as him and sasha let out a stifled giggle. 

levi’s mouth draws into an even thinner line. “what the hell are you snickering about?" he grumbles, looking at each of them individually, wondering who will be the first to confess. 

their eyes dart away dramatically, faces red. even eren, who is normally more obnoxious than the rest, seems to have run out of words to say. 

his eye twitches; levi wonders if connie’s head might burst, or if sasha’s laugh will rip out of her first. 

“well?” levi asks again, snapping, already tired of this mission. a hot cup of tea sounds nice, in bed next to you.

armin, as usual, is the one to speak up when no one else has anything intelligent to say. “well, sir,” the blonde says, gesturing towards his own face. “i think…”

levi touches his cheek, remembering all the places you’d kissed him earlier, wearing that pretty black dress and your dark lipstick. a sigh leaves him when he pulls his fingers away, the tips coming back, smeared with a deep red. 

he should've known.

“i see," levi says, staring for a moment, before meeting eren's eyes, his lips finally widening into a grin.

“ooooh," eren sings, his expression smug as mikasa elbows him, her own features pinched tight. "the captain’s in looooove."

levi knows they are expecting a reaction, a spectacle of the fact that he adores you. but he’s never kept it a secret, and he’s certainly not ashamed of all the things he feels for you. 

“and what if i am?” levi asks instead, pointedly staring eren down as the rest of the scouts watch the exchange. “honestly, i am surprised no one noticed sooner.”

eren’s jaw falters a bit; a small wave of silence falls over the scouts. you and levi don't make a point of hiding your relationship, but really, levi shouldn’t have been surprised that no one in his squad was observant enough to notice. 

or so he thought, anyway.

historia’s smaller, high-pitched voice breaks up the quiet, repeating your name back to him, as if affirmation that you’re the one he kisses goodnight. a silly question really, considering levi has never looked at anyone else with the same kind of tenderness. 

“it is her, isn’t it?” historia asks, smiling softly. “i only know because you’re always holding hands under the table when you think no one can see.”

levi raises his eyebrow. “clearly we were wrong about that.” though, of all the things to notice, he thought it’d be the way you kiss him after every mission, the way he’s harder on you than anyone else because he doesn’t want to lose you.

eren shrieks your name like he’s never heard it before, and levi is starting to wonder if the boy actually is an idiot. his old squad had known immediately; petra caught you sneaking up to levi’s quarters when you thought everyone else was asleep, kissing him on the cheek when you thought everyone's back was turned. 

it’s been a long time since then, he supposes. maybe the years have taught you subtlety. 

“how long have you been together?”

“does she actually like you?” 

“do you—” connie makes a lewd gesture with his fingers. “you know.” 

“connie!” jean shouts, whacking him on the back of the head. “what do you think! dumbass.” 

“hey!" connie says, rubbing his head. “geez. i just can’t picture it.” 

"i’d rather you didn’t." levi’s face turns sour, disturbed by a room full of teenagers discussing his private and romantic life. “bring it up again and i’ll leave you outside of the wall on the next mission.” he pauses, crosses his arms with an exasperated exhale. “and she likes me just fine. at least, she has for the past five years.” 

“five—” 

a new wave of questioning starts and levi pinches his temples, shakes his head, the red smear of lipstick still on his face.

levi almost wishes you could’ve been there to field the questions instead. you’ve always been better with the kids, connected with them a lot easier than levi had.

even if it was would’ve exposed his lovesick eyes, the tiny lift of the corner of his mouth when you were around.

he’s never been very good about hiding it anyway.

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[sleepymarimo]

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫.

summary: law might hate bread, might hate sweets, but if eating them is the only way to show you how much he cares, then so be it. pairing: law x fem!reader cw: none! fluff, awkward law. some descriptions of food and textures if you're sensitive to that! wc: ~3.5k (wow!!)

an: this is for my amazing friend @guilty-sugar ! i recall you saying that you were good at baking, but sad that law probably wouldn't eat any. so, we're gonna make him >:)

i have not posted in soooo long so pls forgive me 🥲 i hope you all enjoy law and making him suffer by eating bread!!

the air is getting warm again, he can feel it. it grows so stuffy that he shrugs off his top layer, leaving him in that buttoned shirt he couldn't stop wearing after the one time you told him it looked good.

his eyes scan the medical papers in front of him, but his mind is annoyingly slow today.

law does a grand job of pretending that he doesn't know your schedule, doesn't know the tell tale signs that point to only one conclusion. the air grows hotter, the crew buzzes with poorly repressed excitement and the sound of clinking metal bowls echoes throughout the entire submarine.

it's baking day.

he's been preparing for this. he's finally going to face his biggest enemy yet, a foe that seemed much more intimidating than any warlord or emperor of the sea.

today, granted the ocean didn't swallow him whole, law was going to try some of the baked goods that you were known for making, including the bread.

the thought alone makes his skin crawl, but it pales in comparison to how small he feels in your presence. it irritates him, especially since your intentions have been nothing short of well meaning.

that's what he thinks, anyway.

law runs his tattooed fingers through the black strands of his hair, deciding to forget about whatever paper he's reading about in a bid to feel a semblance of control. he's overthinking, looking too much into things.

do you really smile at him more than everyone else? do you ask about his coin collection because you actually care or are you being polite?

within the upper quadrants of the polar tang, he can just barely hear the others hound you with questions about what you'll be making. no matter what it was, it was sure to be gone in a snap.

a dull thump shakes the sub, but he doesn't think much of it.

bepo, he thinks, probably slipped trying to gather ingredients for you. his suspicion is confirmed when the laughs of penguin and shachi follow shortly after, but the sound doesn't begin to compare to the one that flows out of your lips.

he represses a groan, his way of ignoring how his heartbeat momentarily diverts from it's usual rhythm.

his knuckles grip the sides of his chair, using it as leverage to push himself into a standing position before grabbing his hat and making his way to the kitchen. the air is almost uncomfortably warm now, but he can't find it in himself to be upset with you.

the submarine had been navigating the undersea currents for a while now. a visit to the surface was just about due.

it's not like he planned it like that. no, of course not!

he didn't even think about how the crew would be eager to hop off the vessel, didn't think about how you'd stay behind to bake while he took on the task of keeping you company.

he steps into the kitchen with curiosity, though his expression gives nothing away. it's that same almost neutral face, his brows slightly furrowed and lips teetering on a frown.

bepo is sitting on the floor of the kitchen, the flour dusting his form barely noticeable against his plush white fur. the bear is half-apologetic and half-embarrassed, the former directed toward you while the latter stemmed from the laughter going his way.

"sorry." he grumbles again, thought it looks like you could care less. bepo seems to have enough of his crew mates, tackling the other two men and making sure to get them covered with flour.

their complaints mesh with your amused laughs, a soundtrack that the polar tang's captain knows well.

law is blind to the scene before him, everything becoming out of focus as he spots you mixing some ingredients into a bowl. you're laughing, nose crinkling and mouth stretching into a grin that almost makes his stoic expression crumble.

the corner of his lips waver, just a little bit, your joy infectious in a way that makes him believe it's an actual disease.

however, he has work to do and baked goods to stomach.

"and what are you all up to?" he asks, arms crossing as he forces his gaze away from you.

it's almost comical how the four of you straighten up, abandoning whatever you're doing to raise a hand to your foreheads in a mock solute. the "hello captain!" that echoes across the room is practically in perfect sync, or at least enough to make him shake his head.

he sighs, telling you guys to quit it. "that doesn't answer my question."

penguin brings a hand down on bepo's back, a cloud of flour puffing into the air as he does so. "sweets day, cap!"

you affirm penguin's statement, tilting your head with a smile as you give a rundown of what's on the menu for today. some cupcakes, a few cookies and a loaf of sourdough.

just the mention of the bread is enough to make him tense.

bepo laxly nods in agreement with you, his black nose twitching as he catches the scent of vanilla extract. his head is in the clouds, not so much on his captain, so he decides to join you at the counter to mix some ingredients together in a bowl.

at the doorway, law gives penguin and shachi a deadpan look.

shachi chimes in with a grin, nodding his head in your direction. his words are meant to be sly, directed toward the captain, but he's unable to hide his amusement. "sweets day with the sweetest member of the crew, don't you think cap-"

"shut up." law interjects, brows pinching together as he takes in the poorly concealed smugness written all over shachi's face. it's on penguin's too now, while bepo has long since abandoned the conversation to help you instead.

it's only because they've known law for so long that the duo know how much he likes you. no amount of scolding or scoffs can make them think otherwise.

the captain can tell by their smiles that they think they have the upper hand, but he ignores them. law speaks before they have a chance to open their mouths again.

"get the sub ready to surface." he orders, cocking his head in the direction of the control room. "we're stopping at the next island."

that seems to get their attention, their heads perking up at the thought of getting out of the cramped submarine. the duo give law their best salute, scrambling away to make preparations for the sub's surfacing.

law shakes his head and lets out a sigh, taking some strong steps toward you and bepo. your dynamic with the bear is one that melts his heart more than he'd ever admit. the way you can shift from witty and bright to determined and caring makes him want to explore every side of you.

he snaps out of his thoughts when you lightly reprimand bepo for stirring the batter too aggressively, a chuckle threatening to leave him.

an announcement is made throughout the sub to prepare the crew for what's to come.

reluctantly, law makes his leave. he'll have time, he'll have you, but he has to take a couple minutes to brace himself for what will happen once the rest of the crew leaves the submarine.

another half hour passes before the sub's hatch is opened.

the fresh air is much needed, the cool breeze like a balm that quells the unease in law's chest. a series of footsteps echo throughout the submarine as crew members make their way to the exit, smiles plastered on their faces.

this island seems lively, welcoming. the sun casts a bright glow over the town in the distance, a plethora of shops and eateries nestled side by side.

even though law is staying aboard, staying with you, there's a sense of proudness that rushes through him as he takes note of the relief plastered onto the faces of his crew. he doesn't let it show, but clearly their happiness affects him.

he lets them run loose, trusting them enough not to cause too much trouble.

his eyes do narrow at penguin and shachi though, the two men snickering a tad as they walk off with bepo in tow. it's like they see through his plot, his ulterior motive, and the captain gives them a look that serves as a warning.

as the blurb of orange jumpsuits fades out of view, law is left with the sound of crashing waves and a light breeze.

his grip tightens on kikoku's hilt, a gesture that he hopes makes what he's about to do a little more easy.

the scent of baked goods wafts out the door, overpowering the salty sea breeze without issue. he can hear you humming along to some random tune, talking to yourself as you navigate through the kitchen.

he follows the trail like a ship to a lighthouse, drawn in by the warmth and splash of color you add to his life.

upon walking into the kitchen, he takes note of how your back is turned to him. you're washing some dishes, the spoils of your work organized neatly on the counter. just the sight of all the sweets is enough to make his stomach ache, but he persists.

you call out to him first, catching him in those all too common moments when he gets lost in his head. "captain? i thought you were gonna head out with the others."

turning off the sink, you dry your hands off with a towel and focus your attention on him. he doesn't miss the slight tilting of your head, how your eyes glimmer with curiosity.

oh, he was horrible at this. no matter how many times he practiced the script in his head, you found a way to unintentionally mess with his psyche. maybe it was your hair, your eyes, everything.

"needed to finish some work here." he lies, so smooth with his words that you don't even think to question it.

with a nod, you give him that smile, the one that pops up in his head while he's reading and makes him lose focus. "if you finish up, maybe you can meet the others in town. or you can keep me company here."

he takes your words in with a hum of acknowledgement, watching you navigate through the kitchen with a natural ease. for a second, he allows the comfortable silence to stretch. he summons all of his courage, swallowing his pride and nodding toward the delicacies on the table.

"can i…" his jaw tenses, the temperature in the room feeling as though it's rising with every tick of the clock. he squeezes the hilt of his weapon more firmly, his throat feeling dry as he looks between your confused face and the frosted treats.

he gets it together, not asking, but declaring. "i want to try what you made."

your brows rise at his words. it's not like your captain to try your baked goods. you'd never taken offense to his reluctance, as you were well aware of his eating habits, but this is completely out of left field.

one could hear a pin drop, his request lingering in the air.

"you… want to try them?" you echo back, unable to hide your skepticism. your eyes browse the array of treats, including the loaf of bread that was still cooling on its rack. "are you sure? which one?"

law doesn't mean to sound so snappy with his response, but internally he's freaking out. your doubt, the subtle concern in your voice, makes him want to prove himself even more.

"i'm sure." he insists, taking some steps toward you until he's at your side. his eyes scan the table, each morsel seeming to laugh in the face of his uncertainty. "i want to try each one."

your eyes follow his, the table sporting a variety of treats ranging from cookies to cupcakes to the star of the show, your fresh sourdough bread. in your head you prepare for disaster, creating a scene that's as comical as it is mildly concerning.

"if you lost a bet to penguin and shachi…" you start, giving him an apologetic glance.

he's quick to cut your accusation short. there are no bets, no pressure from anyone but himself. "no."

when he looks back at you, expectantly, as if he doesn't know how to approach this hurdle, you grab a plate and start to load it up. there was no way you were going to give him a full serving of anything, so you chop off a piece of each dessert and make what you think is a perfect sampler.

he takes the plate from you with a degree of reluctance, but the brushing of your fingers against his acts as a reminder as to why he's doing this. words aren't his specialty. hell, it's hard for him to show how much he cares in general, but he can do this. for you.

his tattooed fingers pick up a piece of… something. it looks sweet, like something he'd hand off to bepo. those black brows of his furrow a tad, as if he's trying to break down the pastry to an atomic level.

taking note of how he seems to be losing himself in his own thoughts, you speak up with confidence and snatch the remaining portion for yourself. "it's just a chocolate chip cookie." you explain, taking a bite of it yourself to show him how it's done. "flour, sugar, eggs…"

"understood." law sighs, trying and failing to act even remotely excited about what was to come.

his teeth sink into the cookie, only a small quarter piece, and he has to keep from making too much of a reaction. from the chocolate clinging to his tongue to the sweetness practically making his gums ache, he finds each chew to be a struggle.

but when his eyes lift to meet yours, seeing the look of anticipation on your face, he finds that the cookie isn't so hard to swallow.

his tongue peeks out to catch any remaining crumbs, shuddering as the sugary sweet taste lingers in his mouth.

he takes a step toward you, a small one, nodding his head and hoping you can't see the hints of pink starting to form on his cheeks. "it's good." he states, even though from your angle it had looked like he was trying to swallow glass. "what's the next one?"

it seems like eons have passed, perhaps the longest ten minutes law has ever lived through.

he swears his stomach is starting to hurt from the amount of sugar settling in there, and the smile you give him, the appreciation you show, doesn't make it feel any better. your presence makes him more jittery than any dessert, that much was certain.

while you were hesitant at first, not wanting him to strain himself, you can't deny that your sweets-averse captain willingly trying your concoctions was flattering, meaningful.

"okay, last one." you clap your hands together, glancing at the last piece of food on his sampling plate. it's a small chunk, not even worthy of being served as an appetizer, but to law, it might as well have been a death sentence. "the sourdough bread."

hearing the word alone makes law's jaw clench, his eyes narrowing as if he had a personal vendetta against the bread. even when he's picking it up, he can't help but scrutinize it.

"yeah, last one." he echoes back, his eyes finding yours in a sort of stubborn inquiry for support.

understanding what he needs, as usual, you grab a piece of the bread for yourself and hold it up. the nod you give him, allowing him to dictate the pace, seems to give him the confidence he needs to conquer this molehill he's made a mountain of.

after a playful countdown from you, he chucks the bread into his mouth and forces his teeth to bite down on it.

the first taste of it almost has him freezing up, his chest rising and falling slowly in an attempt to not let his nose wrinkle. the texture of the bread is killing him, the roughness of it seeming to scrape against his tongue in a way he's not particularly fond of.

hearing you hum in content, clearly pleased with the taste of your own creation, is almost like a slap to his pride- in a good way. he chews a bit more, it's almost damn painful, but he does it.

finally, when the last few chunks of bread are swallowed, law feels like he can breathe a sigh of relief.

"well, that's everything, captain." you smile, taking the plate from him and lightly placing into the sink. you're aware that this wasn't exactly easy for him, yet you're happy that he tried them. "what do you think? good enough for the crew?"

the answer should be obvious, as your treats were usually devoured within only a couple days of being made. law was confident that you could place ice in a bowl and the crew would eat it up without question.

"it's… good. everything was good." he replies, eyes following your every move. his heart feels a little more heavy in his chest, the lump in his throat harder to swallow than the goods he'd just tried. "the crew is lucky to have you."

i'm lucky to have you.

he inwardly curses himself for being so inexperienced with these matters and he places his hat on a nearby counter so he could run a hand through his hair. law is so caught up with his own inner turmoil that he doesn't notice how you grow a little bashful, how the laugh you give is more nervous than playful.

"thanks, captain." comes your response, the sound of clinking drawers filling the air as you started to properly store some of the goods for later. "that's sweet of you to say."

he hums, his way of telling you that he hears you. at the moment, he doesn't quite trust himself with speaking, his brows furrowing ever so slightly.

there is a comfortable silence for a few minutes, but it's not entirely suffocating. it's comfortable, almost welcoming. there are few people law was content to simply exist with, and you were one of them.

his mouth opens, your head tilting toward him as he states the obvious. "i hate bread."

it seems like a no brainer, your arms crossing while you change your position to face him better. "yeah, i know. what about it?"

law looks at you like he was looking at the desserts earlier. intense, almost scrutinizing, as if he would rather peer into your brain instead of hold a conversation.

"i hate bread." he repeats, the tension in his frame melting away a tad. "but i like it more when it's yours."

you're not sure how to respond to his admission, your jaw tense in a bid to keep it from falling to the floor. your captain is red faced, trying oh so hard not to just blurt out what he's been thinking for the past few months. it would be easy to get it out with a scoff, acting like it's not a big deal, but he knows you deserve better.

"everything has been better since… since you joined." the confession is heavy, the implication clear. this was no simple talk between a captain and their crew member.

while his cheeks get hotter, his brows furrow, his gaze doesn't waver from yours. he's watching for every reaction, anything that he can pick up on to confirm or deny his hopes, hopes which he rarely grants himself to believe to be possible.

your smile is a balm, the relieved laugh you give making him release a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

"i can never tell what's going on in your head." your shoulders rise and fall with each chuckle, your chest buzzing at his words, at what can, will, come from this. "you didn't have to try all the food. especially the bread. you know that, right?"

his lips tug upward into a small smirk, his confidence growing upon seeing how you're reacting to him. it's enough to make him take a few steps forward until he's right before you.

"thought it would be a good way to show you that i mean what i'm saying." he answers, the taste and feel of the treats now long forgotten. "besides, i see how disappointed you get when i don't try them."

the way your eyes avert, the small tilt in your head, only highlights your guilt. "yeah, okay, maybe a little, but i wasn't gonna force you to eat bread. and all those sweets…"

"i'll have to get used to it." his shoulders shrug, his expression going back into that more nonchalant one that you're used to seeing on him.

the words have your brows furrowing in confusion. "what do you mean? are you going to start joining us for baking day?"

"no. i'm not eating bread ever again, so consider yourself lucky for being the only one to see it happen." he casually states, silently reveling in how you react, before he allows his smirk to grow a little more wide. "i just have a feeling that you're sweeter, and i'm not planning on giving you up any time soon."

#one piece x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #law fluff

[ddejavvu]

Imagine Spencer being so absolutely obsessed with you that when he tries to ask you on a date he says something like, "maybe i could eat you out -- take you to eat out -- out to eat. take. you. out to eat, i meant…

Pls write it

Morgan's spent twenty minutes hyping Spencer up, but the doctor knows it won't be enough. No amount of time is enough to prepare for the scariest thing he's ever done in his life. Standing against active shooters and being held captive seem to pale in comparison now, as he stands before you and your questioning eyes.

"What's up, Spencer?"

"I was wondering," He starts, and just like that the script he'd prepared with Morgan vanishes from his head. Technically, Morgan had denounced the script. It was a Spencer Effort, lines of dialogue he'd run through countless times while ignoring Morgan's protests to 'just feel it'. Now he's feeling nothing but panic, but he tries feeling something more.

"-if- if you wanted to maybe.. I could take- eat you out?"

He's felt it.

"-or- no!" He tries ignoring Morgan's snickers as he feels his cheeks blaze with embarrassment. His eyes squeeze shut as he grimaces, then he drops them to your mouth so that he doesn't have to look into your own gaze, "Not- not like, I meant... I could- we could go eat out. I could out- I could take- we could go to eat out. Like, I could take you to a- a diner? Or something? And we could eat. Out. I could take you out to eat. But if-"

"Spencer!" You rush the word out, and he watches the way your lips move around it.

He can't move, he can't speak, he can't offer you the apology you deserve, all he does is stand there frozen.

"I would... love to go get something to eat." You speak more eloquently than he did, but your voice is cautious, "And... we'll see about that other thing."

You leave him no time to respond, scurrying off to the bathroom to give yourself a once-over in the mirror. Spencer stands there dumbfounded, feet barely planted on the scratchy carpet of the precinct so that when Derek's hand claps him on the shoulder, he nearly topples.

"My man," Derek beams, amusement still dancing in his words, "Go eat her out, pretty boy."

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[taintedcigs]

GETAWAY CAR — rockstar!e.m. x f!reader

CHAPTER EIGHT: MADE YOUR MARK ON ME

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✦ summary: in which you and eddie try to navigate the aftermath of the kiss (wc: 5.8k+)

✦ warnings — angst, ANGST, FINALLY SOME DESERVED FLUFF n then angst oops, a little bit of argument but v tiny, uhmmm smut, p in v, unprotected sx (wrap it up irl), lots of praises, kinda rough. body worshipping? idk. eddie and p are an old married couple, drinking, smoking/weed, thats it i think.

✦ pairings — rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader, past billy hargrove x fem!reader

✦ authors note — @andvys my angel thank u for all ur love & help💗🙏🏻 not proof-read i tried but i cant do it. pls ignore all mistakes. i honestly have a love-hate relationship w this chapter BUT ENJOY!!. also like... ily all for all the love on the last chapter omg?

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Minutes.

But it felt like hours. 

And you didn’t want it to be over.

Judging by the hold he had on you, calloused hands grabbing onto your flesh like a man-starved, neither did he. 

This was all he ever wanted. Ever since the day you flagged him over when your car broke down. Even when you were a bitch to him. Even when you rolled your pretty eyes at him. Even when you left him. All he fucking wanted was you.  

Always just out of his grasp, close but never close enough. And this? This was a dream come true. Fucking explosions and butterflies in your stomach type of shit that Eddie always mocked, that you always mocked. 

That scar in his heart that scabbed at the mention of you. Healed. All gone. One kiss from you and it was all back to normal. 

“Eddie!” A booming yell echoed in everyone else’s ears but you.

“Jesus fucking Christ, I swear I’m gonna kill him, Eddie where the fuck are you?” 

Was that… Gareth? 

If Gareth fucking ruined this for him, he was going to hang him by his balls, up on the wall, make sure he could never fucking—

“Eddie!”

And you pulled away, first, Eddie was going to fucking kill him now. A vivid torture method flashed across his mind. Even the adorable flustered look on your face as you drew a breath wasn’t enough to calm him down. 

“I—I think your set is about to-”

“Fuck the set,” Eddie spat, his veins still pumping with the need for you. Brain hazy, he was  never going to get enough of you, was he? A hunger that was never going to be sated. 

The lingering gaze was interrupted by Gareth, scoffing while he dragged Eddie away, ignoring the threats and the cusses that left his lips, the same gentle ones that were just stuck on yours, the sweetest taste, from the filthiest mouth. 

You really needed to shut your goddamn brain up. But how could you? 

His body was turned toward you, shirt stretched out—you did have a tight hold on him. Pale lips now a bit shiny from your candy gloss, stretched into the widest grin, eyes glinting with something you’ve never seen in him before. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

But it was beautiful. He was pretty. Tempting. 

-

You could barely comprehend Eddie’s words when his gaze on you was that striking. “We’re Corroded Coffin, thank you and goodnight.” Slipped past your ears, you didn’t care, you needed him. 

What happens now?

Lingered in your mind, you wanted him to rush to you like you’re in a fucking rom-com, lock your lips in a dizzying kiss, again, you didn’t fucking care. You wanted more. You needed more. 

You could feel the eyes of everyone, including Steve’s impatient nail-biting, dying to know what the fuck happened between the two of you. Yet they didn’t dare to ask you until Jonathan and Nancy had left since the rehearsal dinner was tomorrow. And ever since they were gone, Robin and Steve had been teasing you nonstop, trying to make you crack.

Clearly, something had gone down, and the co-dependent idiots had to know. 

“He looks like he’s going to eat you.” Steve hummed, making you roll your eyes at him.

You were about to give him a smart-ass answer, but of course, he didn’t let you. “I bet if I laid one hand on you, he’d end up here in seconds.” Steve barked out a laugh, Robin joining him as you threw them a dead-set glare.

“It’s not like that—we haven’t—he won’t.” Your frustration was interrupted by a grinning Steve.

“Oh, yeah?” Steve teased, his hand quick to brush away the strand of hair away from your face, fingertips gently brushing against your cheeks, making heat flutter to your cheeks.

“Steve!” you protested, your gaze widening as you chided him, while Robin playfully counted down from ten by your other side.

Steve ignored your protests, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you into a side hug. You attempted to push him off with a scoff, but he was relentless. 

“Three… Two…” Robin's counting came to a halt, and your childish squabble with Steve ceased as a deep voice interrupted.

“Mind if I borrow her for a bit?” The metalhead’s gravelly voice cut through the air, his gaze shooting daggers at Steve, who only smirked, much to Eddie's obvious dismay.

“Eight seconds,” Steve murmured in your ear, you could almost feel his stupid smirk forming on your ear shell, prompting a huff from you.

“She’s all yours, man,” Steve chuckled, releasing his hold and retreating with Robin, leaving the two of you alone. Eddie scoffed at Steve's retreating figure before turning his attention to you. 

“What’s their damage?” His brows scrunched together as he watched Steve and Robin walk away, engrossed in their hushed gossip. 

“Do you have all day?” You asked with a roll of your eyes, earning a chuckle from him.

He liked this, he loved this, he missed this. Easy banter, shared laughter. 

“So… you goin’ home?” Eddie asked, nonchalant, like his heart wasn’t thumping in his chest each time you stole a glance at him.

You nodded, keeping it simple, almost avoiding his gaze. His exaggerated reaction, a spat-out “What?” made you giggle. A melody he could never have enough of.

“Well, the night’s almost over, so…”

“Come with me,” He muttered, amber gaze like silk as it connected with yours.

“Where?” 

“Mi casa es yours or whatever the saying goes.” He grinned.

With a huff, “Yeah, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you muttered.

“Why?”

“You know why.” You enunciated.

He raised a brow, “Enlighten me.”

“I—It’s late.”  

“So? That never stopped us before.” He shrugged, seemingly unfazed.

“Oh, c’mon Pinky,” he coaxed, “we never end nights this early, at least not until we’re a couple more joints in, smushed on the couch, putting on some old horror movie… I thought we were revisiting the past.” He hummed, puppy dog eyes staring at your soul. Shit. 

You shouldn’t. You fucking shouldn’t.

“Are you really gonna say no to gettin’ high with me, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart. Sweetheart. Sweetheart.

A nickname you had heard so many times before. Yet, it was different, the way it rolled off his lips making you almost jump in place.

“Okay,” you gulped, physically. Fuck.

He grinned, taking you by hand, fuck all, while you waved a shy goodbye to Robin and Steve, who watched it all with an all-knowing grin.

“Pay up,” Steve turned to Robin with his palm in front of her.

Robin snorted, “No fucking way.”

“Trust the process, Robin. Trust the fucking process.” Steve huffed, watching the two of you leave hand-in-hand.

-

As the two of you entered the familiar house, the sight of it brought enough memories that made you feel light-headed, a repository of memories flooded in your mind. 

“Is Wayne around?” you inquired, breaking the silence that clung to the space. Eddie, leading the way, answered nonchalantly, “Nah. At his girlfriend’s.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait what? Wayne has a girlfriend?” You exclaimed.

“Uh-huh, Hannah.” 

“Oh! That’s great!” 

“Yeah, he’s having sleepovers with her like a fucking teenager, I told him to ask her to move in, but he’s too chicken shit,” he scoffed. 

“Oh, come on.” You elbowed him playfully, “Be nice to him, he deserves this,” you said with a smile.

He nodded in agreement, “He does.” Then turned to you. “You want anything to drink?” You shook your head. 

You didn’t know why, and you didn’t know how, but a shyness appeared within you, propping up your elbows as you leaned against the kitchen counter, watching him intently. 

With a shrug, he opened the fridge, taking out a Schlitz, gaze on you dangerous when he popped it open with his teeth, barking a chuckle when you squirmed at the sudden, sharp sound. 

“Fidgety much?” He grinned, that damn dimple taking its place on the corner of his mouth, making all sorts of warmth flush to your cheeks, making you feel so timid under his gaze. 

You could sense the cockiness radiating off of him, it was addicting, and it was making you feel more and more shy under him. Because both of you knew why you were here, at two fucking A.M., dismissing everyone else, flirting and bickering all the way home. 

Yet, since you entered the familiar trailer, you had been silent. Because you knew, you fucking knew that kiss changed everything. But this would seal it. Another step forward. A territory the two of you had never crossed before. 

And your mind was not being kind to you, screaming at you to stop, to run, to not fucking do this, because you’d end up hurt, because someway somehow he’d end up hurting too, but Eddie wasn’t having any of it. 

Your silence made him cockier and cockier, drawing you in more and more. And if he kept it up, you knew even your idiotic abandonment issues wouldn’t be enough to stop you from jumping on him. 

You wanted this, all your mind could replay was his fingers on that damn guitar, the way his mouth popped open that damn can of beer, the way his stupid plushy lips curled into a smirk. Shaggy bangs fell onto his forehead when he leaned on the counter, arms flexing with it. 

Stop fucking thinking about it.

“You gonna answer me or what, sweetheart?”

“Huh?”

“Jesus, you okay?” He asked, concerned, cornering you in the kitchen with his soft hazel eyes. 

Fuck. 

“Mhmm,” you hummed.

“You don’t seem okay.”

“‘M f-fine!” You answered too quickly and meekly for that to be the truth. 

“Don’t tell me you’re still mad at me.”

Yes. No. Yes. No. I think I crave you more than I’m mad at you, but I can’t let you know that, your thoughts swirled. 

“I thought—”

You interrupted all quippily, “Thought what? That kissing me would suddenly undo everything?”

“No…” He sighed, “I thought I proved myself to you.”

“You did, but that doesn’t undo it.” 

“Well, I forgave you.”

You scoffed. “You know forgiving me doesn’t mean shit if you bring it up every time I tell you  you did something wrong, right?”

Crossing his arms against his chest, “Can you blame me?” He muttered, almost defeated. 

“What would you do? If I up and left, would you just forgive me? Would you just trust me and act like it was all okay?” He tensed, words spilling out of his mouth like venom. 

And you narrowed your gaze, returning it back to him. “What would you do if I kissed Jason? I asked you that, yet you never answered. Would you still kiss me? Would you still write notes for me, knowing that Jason’s slimy lips were brushing—“

He was quick to wave his hands in front of your face, grimacing just at the thought. “Stop! Just fucking stop!”

“What, too much for you?” You spat.

“Of course, it’s too much for me! T—the thought of him, anyone, being with you… makes me sick to my stomach.”

“Good, then I think we’re even!” You suggested.

“Even?” He scoffed,  “Is that all you fuckin’ care about?” He retorted, making you huff, once again.

“God, no! I just—I just mean we both did fucked up shit and from this point on we either move on, or we never talk to each other again, which we can’t seem to do!” You snapped, that anger from before had disappeared though, the kiss had softened things. Softened you. 

“Okay, then let’s just move on!” He took a step toward you, getting close again. So fucking close. 

You took a step back, your back hitting the marble counter, yet you remained on your angry stance. “Fine by me!” You retorted, all hastily. 

“That’s fine by me too!” He agreed, towering over you, trying to one-up you. 

“Good!” And, of fucking course you returned the energy. Stubbornness is exactly what defined the two of you, babbling like a bunch of kids over nothing. 

Eddie didn’t hesitate to take another step toward you, this time, both his hands on the marble kitchen counter, fully cornering you, as he grinned. “Great!” 

And you were about to answer, about to one-up him, like he did with you… but then you looked at him, really looked at him.

Looked at how fucking close he was to you, and you shuddered a deep breath, getting caught up in your throat when it reminded you of the kiss.

And that’s when Eddie realized it. 

You weren’t really mad at him. 

At least not really, not since the kiss.

You were nervous… because he was standing this close to you. 

A piece of dangerous information for Eddie—someone who had been in love with you since you were teens, to acquire, because it’d turn him into an arrogant fuck in a matter of seconds—even more so than he ever was.

“Oh.” The realization hit him like a ton of bricks, he was grinning like a devil now. 

“What?” You furrowed your brows, trying to have that annoyed stance from before, but it wasn’t working. 

“Why are you looking at me like—”

He was quick to interrupt, face inches away from yours. “You’re not mad, at least not that much, you’re… nervous.” He grinned.

“N—nervous? Why would I be nervous?”

“Because of me.” That stupid smirk on his lips returned

“Don’t be ridiculous—”

“What happened to that Pinky who refused to talk to me today? Who told me we couldn’t do this? Did one kiss soften you up this much?” He quipped, making you scoff.

“You know what? You’re an asshole.” You sneered.

“There she is.”

“When did you become this cocky, Munson?” You narrowed your gaze.

“I was always an arrogant fuck, sweetheart. But I’d say the kiss helped, like a fuck ton, and you squirming now, too.” He shrugged, like what he just said was no big deal, like how close he was to you didn’t make you gulp nervously.

You almost gasped, offended, like it wasn’t the truth. “I’m not fucking squirming—”

“Look at you… shuddering a breath just because I’m this close to you.” He barked out a chuckle, gaze dangerous, dare you say… lustful.

“Fuck you,” You spat, feeling small under his bashful gaze, cheeks heating.

“Well, I’m trying sweetheart,” He was quick, you had to give him that, making heat grow everywhere in your body, but especially within your thighs now, fuck, he was smooth.

And you weren’t willing to put up a fight, or a front, you wanted—needed him. You couldn’t deny yourself him any longer, not even your commitment issues were enough to hold you off. 

“You’re s—such a little shit,” You stuttered, embarrassingly so. 

God, you wanted to wipe his smirk off by kissing him, you wanted to feel his honey-flavored lips on yours again, you wanted to feel his lips twitch against yours instead of the air.

And he was close again, all in your face, all you had to do was lean a little bit and his lips would be on yours.

“And you’re an absolute pain in my—” 

Fuck it. 

You fisted his stupid shirt, crashing your lips down to his, dizzying, just as magnetic as before, but needier. His lips still tasted the sweetest, yet mixed with the bitter taste of the beer on his tongue made you grow weak in the knees. 

You were about to open your mouth fully, to feel his greedy tongue on yours, but much to your surprise, Eddie pulled away, making you whine.

“Wait—” He faltered.

“What?”

“Do you want this?” He asked

“Yes!” Your voice raised an octave.

“Tell me you want this.” His gaze was serious.

“I do,” you breathed.

He scoffed. “No, I wanna hear you say it.”

“Eddie—” 

“I wanna hear you, or we can just pretend like none of it happened, I can forget the kiss we can just sit around here and—” 

I want to know if you’re in this as much as I am, is what he meant.

“Jesus you’re so fucking—” You scoffed, but he actually backed away, your eyes widening at him.

“W—wait!” You pleaded.

An awaiting grin sat on his lips and you rolled your eyes at him. 

“Of course I want this, Eddie. I’ve wanted you for five fucking years, I wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you—okay wait maybe that’s a lie because you really were annoying the first time we met but I wanted, no, I want you—”

His mouth crashed against yours, interrupting you in the best fucking way. His lips felt warm, hot almost. Skin burning everywhere where he touched you, leaving goosebumps in its wake. 

“So eager, princess, already begging for me, hmm?” He taunted, making you roll your eyes in an instant. 

“Just shut up you, asshole.” He grinned, mouth crashing down on yours once again. Much more gentle this time, but rough enough to have your chests pressed together. 

His lips only left yours to be reattached to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses from your chin to your cheekbone. “‘M sorry, sweetheart, I just can help myself you’re so—” He mumbled, voice muffled by your skin. 

He lifted you up, strong hands meeting behind your waist in one harsh move, making you yelp before you wrapped your legs around him, he kissed you like he never had before, all teeth, and no mercy, passionate yet still gentle in somefucking way. 

He pivoted while trying to get to his bedroom, making you chuckle into the kiss, pining you against the wall, and it was all so desperate and messy. And just so you. 

You wanted to discard your dress but he wanted to rip it off, wanted to grab onto your flesh, and feel you, completely. Drink you in. 

He stumbled inside his room, knocking over a few boxes, and sending them over to the other side of his room. Not that either of you cared enough to break the kiss, at least until Eddie plopped you down on the bed, a grin overtaking his lips at the sight of you. 

“You’re so pretty, so fucking beautiful and just—” He took a deep breath, words were failing him, his entire being captivated by you. 

His mind was spiraling, cheeks almost a salmon pink. Eddie had sex countless times before, but none of them meant anything. None of them left him this speechless, none of them made him nervous. It was like his first time, the way his breath got caught in his throat, cock stirring at how pretty you looked, stomach fluttering at how he was on top of you. 

“You have no idea how long I wanted to do this. How long I’ve wanted you… How perfect you really are.” He towered above you, and your breaths mingled, bodies tied, chests pressed against one another. 

You wanted to joke around and tease him like he did with you, but you couldn’t help the flutters in your stomach. All you cared about was whether he thought if all of that was. Did he really see you like that?

“You mean that?” You asked, almost shy, wanting to hide your face, but he just gave you a scoff, like it was the most unbelievable thing ever.

It was to him. 

“‘Course I do, Jesus, Pinky I basically worshipped—” He placed a soft kiss on your lips. “The ground you walked on.”

You drew in a breath, “I—I wanted you just as much.”

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned. 

“Don’t say things like that,” he warned, shaking his head. Did you not know the hold you had on him? Even still? He was wrapped around your finger, always has been. Always would be. 

“Don’t think I’ll be able to control myself.” 

“Then, don’t, please, Eddie, I want you, more than anything.” 

That was all he needed, low grunts escaped his lips. He attacked your lips hungrily, desperately, twirling his tongue with yours, needy and passionate. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cursed, hands meeting behind your back to unclasp your dress, and you helped him get rid of his clothes, your fingers fiddling as they struggled to take his shirt over his head. 

It was all messy, stupidly impatient, making both of you giggle while you struggled to get rid of the clothes that were keeping both of your bodies away from each other. 

“So impatient,” you mocked with a chuckle, enjoying the way his eyes boggled your body, it wasn’t disrespectful, you didn’t feel the intrusion as you did with every other fucking guy you’ve been with. Just pure appreciation and your stomach flipped with excitement. 

Fuck, what was he doing to you? 

He drew in a breath when your chest rose up and down, he felt like he was watching a ping-pong match, eyes darting over to every part of your body, he wanted to engrave it in his mind. Have you there forever. 

He could barely comprehend it, you, stark naked, on his bed. Telling him you wanted him, more than anything. And you looked perfect. Fucking perfect. More than he could ever imagine. All those years he spent thinking about you. 

The girls he fucked were always a spitting image of you. It wasn’t a fucking coincidence. He couldn’t get his mind off of you. You made him feel out of his head, and fucking finally, it was happening. 

Cold rings ghosted over your chest, making you gasp. “So—” His head dove into your breasts, latching his tongue on one nipple. “Fucking—” His hand dove down to your panties, discarding them without care before he ghosted over your slit, still waiting for some approval from you. “Perfect—” He hummed, against your nipples, making you mewl. 

“P—please, Eddie,” you muttered, pathetically. 

His eyes shot up at you, amber gaze dark, wanting, needing you to tell him exactly what you needed. “Need you to fuck me, please.”

“Baby,” he rasped, jaw almost hung open with how forward you were being. His cock was trapped in his boxers, needing room with the way words fell like silk from your lips. The nicknames were new, especially something like ‘baby’ but it felt so familiar, like the two of you had always been like this. Like the last five years didn’t exist.

This was all the confirmation he needed, his ringed finger met your entrance, and you whimpered at the slight sensation, your entire body burned with need at his one touch. 

His soft lips trailed down from your chest to your belly button, tongue leaving nice strokes on his way to your pussy, making you arch your back in desperation. 

“Need more, Eddie,” you whined, a pout apparent on your cheeks.

“That desperate, huh?” He grinned, pad of his thumb still toying with your clit, earning gasps out of you. “Haven’t even done much, yet you’re soakin’ my fingers, baby,” he added, that taunting tone making you roll your eyes.

“Arrogant fuck,” your voice came out as a squeak, making him let out a greedy chuckle. 

He inserted a finger inside of you, enjoying the gasps he earned. “You know, I always thought that attitude of yours needed a fix?” He hissed, ringed finger curling inside of you, making you squirm at the coldness as you bucked your hips for more. 

You didn’t know what took over you, or him. The dirty talk just rolled out of your lips like it was natural like the two of you had been together for the longest time. 

It was all the pining, anticipation, and the pent-up desire. And it was making both of you needier by the second. 

“Then do it, fuck it out of me.” A low groan echoed in the bedroom, followed by a string of curses, Eddie’s entire body shuddering with it. 

His fingers left your clit, hands working their way to slip out of his boxers, a rough expulsion of moan released from his lips when his cock plopped against his stomach, making your mouth water at the sight. 

Shit, fuck, shit. 

You gulped, jaw almost wide open, making him cockier if that was even possible. His hands jerked at his cock, collecting the bead of pre-cum collected at his hot tip. “Gonna give this to you, is that what you want, sweetheart?” He taunted.

With a nod, you licked your lips, making his cock twitch in his hands. “I’ll fuck the brat out of you, don’t worry, honey.” His hand was about to stroke his cock again, but you were quick to shake your head. 

“Let me help,” you hummed, your smile and attitude all disappearing, a glazed look washed over your features as your soft hands fisted his length. 

“You’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me,” he groaned roughly when your fingers stroked his rock-hard cock, until he couldn’t take it anymore and pushed you down on the bed and taking you by surprise before his lips re-attached to yours, hands slightly parted your thighs, teeth clashed together, and nibbling on each other's lips, before he finally, finally guided his cock against your entrance. 

Then, he stopped, making you furrow your brows when he reached for his bedside table, and you, unable to wait, were quick to stop him. “No!” His attention snapped back to you. 

“Please… I wanna feel you, ‘m on the pill,” you murmured, pupils blown wide, making Eddie curse once again before he blabbed, nervousness spilling out of him. 

“O—okay,” He hummed, turning to you with a nervous look, “and just so you know I haven’t had—” Shit, he was going to ruin this. 

“I was tested not too long ago and me and Chr—”

“If you finish that sentence I swear to god, I will leave, Munson,” you warned, gaze narrowed and jealousy bitter in your veins. 

He scoffed, “I was going to say we haven’t done a—anything, you lunatic,” he wanted to joke, but words rolled out of his lips like a quick ramble. He couldn’t fucking ruin this. But, he had to let you know. You had to know that they didn’t sleep together.

And much to his surprise, with a grin on your lips, “Oh? I don’t know if I can say the same with me and Jame—” your joke was quickly shut up by a dizzying kiss, and his groan turned into a growl, filled with jealousy, making you giggle into the kiss.

Both of you were idiots. Total fucking idiots. Insane. Crazy. But, fuck, did it feel right, like dominos falling into place, this is what it should’ve been. 

He dragged you more toward the edge of the bed with his rough hands, finally guiding his cock to your entrance, wiping off that grin from your face, hunger taking over fully. 

“You think you’re funny?” He spat, and you nodded all sassily, “Laugh it up, doll. But once I’m done with you, you won’t even remember the names of those other douchebags, I’ll fuckin’ make sure of it.” His arrogance was back, and that smirk played on his lips, shutting you up once again. 

He pushed into you without a warning, making you cry out while your eyes squeezed shut at how good he felt. Your pussy wrapped his cock nicely, so warm and tight that Eddie had no fucking idea how he didn’t cum right then and there on the spot, a low groan escaped his lips. 

He dropped his head to your shoulder, frantic breathing escaped through his nose as he tried to adjust to how tight you were. 

Jesus, fucking Christ. 

He had to hold himself off. 

Your hands clawed at his back, enjoying the stretch while Eddie pushed himself inside of you at a slow pace, reveling in the way you mewled for him. 

Eyes already squeezed shut, mouth slightly open, lashes fluttering the more he drove his cock into you. You looked so beautiful. Ethereal. 

He was struggling to comprehend if this was all real. This entire fucking night. From the fight to the kiss to now. 

It was always back and forth between the two of you, but more real than anything he ever had. 

Pinky. 

His Pinky. 

He loved you, so so much, that his heart was about to explode, his body felt hot from everywhere you were touching him. 

“God, you’re so fuckin’ tight, sweetheart,” he hissed, pace picking up once you finally accommodated his size, eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

“Feels s—so good, Eds,” you whimpered. He caught your chin in his hands, tilting your face toward him, making your fuzzy gaze focus on him. “I’ve wanted this for so long. You, wanted you for so long, shit, honey.” 

“Tell me…” He muttered, licking the trail to your boobs, sucking on it with a growl. “Tell me that this changes everything. Tell me that we’ll never go back, and I’ll fuck you like you deserve it.” 

“E—Eddie,” you stuttered, still struggling to comprehend it when his cock was hitting spots inside of you that you didn’t know existed. 

“I…” You sucked in a deep breath, mind feeling mushy before Eddie groaned, tucking his hips back, pulling out of your warm pussy as you gasped at the feeling, just as you were about to whine, beg, he rammed himself deep inside of you, again. A grin appeared on his lips when you cried out in pleasure. 

Yet, his movements halted, as if he was giving you a taste of what might happen, and you wanted to cuss him out, tell him to never fucking stop again, cry out, beg for him to continue. Your body felt woozy with how much you needed him to fuck you, how much you desperately needed to cum. 

“Everything!” You cried out frantically, “E—Eddie, fuck, I d—don’t ever wanna go back, please…”

That was all he needed to hear. And he simply couldn’t wait any longer, deprive his body of you any fucking longer. His movements picked up with a low grunt, fucking into you roughly and fast, all animalistic as he held onto your hips, leaving bruises all over while he worked on your neck, sucking, marking you. 

Pleasure bursted through your body as Eddie’s thick cock dragged along your walls. Both of your eyes locked, emotions gathering in them. Panting as your foreheads connected, thinking the same thing. 

Those three little words begged to roll out of both of your plushy lips, yet too scared to ever utter them. His lips crashed down on you again, this time, just so that those three words didn’t escape his mouth, kissing you with such passion that your head grew light. 

“Pretty girl,” he breathed into your neck, “my pretty girl,” he growled. His cock was driven by a primal need to make you his, every touch meant something, every time he thrust himself into you, it was deliberate, rough, but gentle in some fucking way. 

Shallow breaths escaped your mouths in puffs, as you watched him drive his cock all the way into you, and you tightened up almost immediately, your pussy pulsing around him.

He groaned at the sight of you, mouth hung open, tits bouncing up and down, mewls coming out for him. You looked fucking beautiful, babbling to him about how you were going to cum soon. 

He pressed his middle finger to your clit, drawing quick circles as you whined for him, he was fucking good, and you could feel your walls swelling as you yelled out his name. 

Your screams were muffled by Eddie’s lips as a wave of pleasure hit you like a ton of bricks and the second you came undone on his cock, he fucking lost it. His groans grew guttural as he spilled his load inside of you, falling on top of you with a contented sigh as he made sure every drop of him was stuffed into your walls. 

Ragged breaths filled the room as Eddie slumped next to you, and you stared at the walls, a smile curved on your lips when the drawings you gave him were still there.

“You still have that?” 

“Of course.” His fingertips traced a delicate path along the canvas of your skin, gentle, and warm, pulling away that strand of hair that was hiding your pretty features, a smile formed on his lips, his gaze on you so soft that you almost melted into him. “I told you… your art matters, it’s the very reason, I am where I am.” 

As his words hung in the air, you looked up at him, and he gazed down at you. In that shared gaze, both of you knew. No words were exchanged, yet the depth of your connection bridged any gap.

Three words. Eight letters. 

You should say it, you should tell him first. Let him know, that you love him, always have, always will. Your lips, poised in anticipation, hovered let him now, to utter those words.

But he interrupted, a subtle pull drawing you closer into the cocoon of his embrace. “W—We should go to sleep… hell of a day ahead of us.” He cleared his throat, fingertips weaved through the strands of your hair, caressing it.

A day ahead of us. Us. Us. Us.

It’s promising, so fucking promising. Peaceful. Everything you asked for. Yet, it scared you, because it was good. All of it was almost too good to be true. 

But you wanted to shut that part of your brain off. No, because you weren’t going to ruin this for yourself again, you weren’t. 

You hummed into his chest agreeingly, the vibrations resonating into his chest, his scent enveloped you, fully, completely. 

And each gentle stroke of his fingertips through your hair was like a lullaby, making you give yourself into the security of his presence. It only took a handful of caresses for you to give into the sweet desire of sleep, nestled against his warmth.

-

You woke up next to a void spot in the bed. The morning sun burst through the lazily taped windows of Eddie's room, forcing you to squint against its intrusive rays.

A languid groan escaped your lips as you reluctantly left the warmth of the bed, lazily throwing on one of Eddie’s shirts as it hung well over your knees, making your way to the kitchen as you called out for him.

Silence greeted you.

You checked the fridge, hoping for a note, a hastily scribbled message, anything that might explain why he was gone. 

But nothing. 

At this point, your mind hadn't erupted into full-blown panic; there was no reason for it, or let your intrusive thoughts kick in, no, they were wrong, they had to be wrong. 

There was no way he’d leave you, he wanted this himself. He invited you over. 

And the two of you were supposed to go to the rehearsal dinner early. To help Jonathan and Nancy out. There was no way he’d just leave you like this.

Right?

Or maybe he regretted all of it and left in a panic.

You kept telling yourself the same lie until seconds melted into minutes, and eventually into hours.

And then, it finally dawned on you. 

Eddie didn’t leave a note because he didn’t want to see you.

He regretted everything.

That's why he left you.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson series #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson angst #rockstar!eddie munson #rockstar!eddie x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #getaway car series

[sherwees]

i need more of manipulative yangyang, just gaslighting u and u falling for absolutely everything he does

I put it as first person at first bcs it helps me write better so if you see an I or my anywhere,pls ignore it.. and tell me.

THIS IS CONNECTED TO THIS

cw: manipulation, forced breeding, the smallest daddy kink (literally mentioned once), rough sex, yangyang has a breeding kink, dumbification, baby trapping, DEGRADATION, dubcon elements.

Your toothbrush laid discarded in the sink, veins sprawled and protruded through your hand gripped on the sink for dear life. Yangyang's thrusts were quick and relentless, chasing his own pleasure as his cock never left within 3 inches of your cervix. You were drooling and murmuring curses and pleas under your breath, going dumb to his advantage and liking; your finger tips turned pale as your mind melted away to pure bliss.

“yang–” you attempted to hiccup but his unyielding hand found your poor scalp. Your teeth clenched, an electric shock sprawled from your scalp to your neck, your walls clenched and unclenched around his rushed thrusts. The ridge of his tip kissed your cervix, pounding and abusing it. There was an illusioning (? forgot the word) popping sound of his length tearing through your narrow passage and the slick that provided the easy slide, caked around your two holes.

“yang– plea–” his thrusts halted. His cock stayed nudged deep inside of you, your hole tried to size up around his wide base. The humidity of the bathroom that clung to your skin was a big contrast to the wind from the opened window, showing a view of the bustling city of Taipei.

“I give you everything you want but you can't take a simple fuck? no wonder why he couldn't fucking deal with you.” his eyes, for the first time meet yours. His glare sent alarming butterflies to your stomach. “you don't fucking care about me, huh?” he pushed your dizzy head over the sink, birds and stars flew above and around it.

“s’ too early–” you slurred, the saliva bubbling up in your mouth once his hand yanks your hair even harder; spine strained as your head tried to meet wth his hand. His eyes widened, eyebrows furrowed in absolute rage; protruding a slight whimper from your lips at his newfound aura. “I spend thousands on you everyday and you treat me like this?!” the tip of your nose burned before unwanted tears brewed and fell into the sink, blending in with the running faucet water.

“you're so fucking annoying when you cry. well guess what, you can't get everything you want sometimes, pretty face.” his sharp canines glinted through the clean, white light of the bathroom, more butterflies started to bloom in the pits of your stomach.

You felt nauseous knowing that this was the words coming out of the mouth of the male that bought pendants and took you out shopping whenever he could, the same man that you were even willing enough to leave your friends and family for to a foreign country was just as willing to trap you.

You scrutinized the taunting jade gem ring on your finger, it looks dull. The said finger folds unconsciously; tucking the shame away but the slight burn of the intricate silver swirls and details of the ring only stung into your knuckle.

You'll never forget.

“'m sorry, you just caught me off guard and you scared me..” you mustered up a small mumble before he slammed his hand on the sink. You flinched away with a yelp; pushing his cock out of your leaking hole slightly with a clench.

“you're fucking overreacting again, stop that!” nodding your head mindlessly, but you won't even bother to look at the reflection. It'll just shove that guilt deeper down your throat, seething and burning. You sniffled, chest heaving painfully as tears fell relentlessly from your red, irritated waterline; if it wasn't disgusting enough, snot lined the top of your thick lip.

“fucking disgusting–” his hand pushed the back of your neck, maneuvering your head rather aggressively towards the sink; your shoulders at a strained angle. His hips met with your ass once more, your walls ached pleasurably once his tip knocked into your cervix and your nails scratched against the marble. The warmth of his cock now feeling more intruding than pleasing to a point but the line between the two was blurred and unknown.

Your hipbone became rashed and abused against the counters edge, mind starting to mush into nothing again. You found yourself muttering and blabbering all sorts of things, having no fucking idea what you were doing.

You were an incoherent mess, screaming, whimpering, moaning, thighs clenching and unclenching along with your plumate walls.

But in reality, the thought of children terrorized you. Being too young to even be a mother, barely even living your life to the fullest before you were trapped with him.

“m’ gonna cum inside ya, yeah? gonna be stuck with me forever..” he said, one of his vacant hands travels to the lone ring before sliding it off without you even knowing. “please.. I want it– I want it so bad~” yangyang snickered at the pleads, his hand travels to your neck; pushing your back flush against his clammy torso.

Your tits bounced with the rhythm of his thrusts, clit throbbing consistently; “mmf– fuck!” he grunted loudly, his balls slapping then slipping into your passage. You screeched at the tense feeling of being practically torn as you tried to accommodate to his harsh gyrations and the new incursion of the two flesh.

you could only emit a guttural cry, thrashing within his grip but his arms wrap around your mid waist, circuits of pain and nirvana ran through your body.

“you're gonna take it, sweetheart.. I know you could..”

He suddenly stuck his salty thumb past your lips, drool accumulated around your lips and at the back of your throat. “suck.” he demanded lowly, you obviously obliged; wrapping your lips around it.

“you're prettier when you obey..” he stuck the digit slightly further, causing your gag reflex to recoil and his cock to twitch, releasing bits of precum at your pure submission.

“daddy's gonna fill you so well, princess.. gonna be plump and m’ gonna walk around with you like a prize. everybody's gonna know what we've done, some will even look at you in disgust because you were willing to open your legs for me..” he whispered into your ear, breathless but managing to keep his eyes on your half lidded ones. Your gaze weary and unfocused, the usual whites of your eyes red from crying.

He grinned whilst sliding your hand to your navel, feeling his cockhead protruding under the digit's tip and you slightly winced at the feeling of his slimy canine brushing against the lobe of your ear. “don't you feel me baby?” his thumb finally leaves the back of your throat, brushing against the tonsil, causing your throat to recoil.

“can't wait to finally have control, baby. the first time didn't work, but it'll surely work this time..” he remarked, before he stilled and marked your walls with his warm seed. Inhaling and exhaling, exhausted; your own weight became your own enemy before you collapsed onto the counter but slid into the ground eventually. Your toes curled with discomfort as you shriveled against the corner, both of your releases leaked out of you.

Your mind was dazed, your body wasn't your own. You looked up at yangyang, vision blurry from the aroma of unconsciousness that'll soon sweep over you.

“yangyang– why'd you do that..?” was the last thing you said before everything went pitch black.

Yangyang was mesmerised in full awe at the scene, your pretty lashes wet with tears and his seed dripping out of you and your hole fluttering with every breath and heave.

Yangyang grabbed your waist, lifting&carrying your limp body bridal style before laying your battered body on the bed.

Your body was like a painting of the pretty night sky, the stars being the bruises,marks and scars from today and times before.

He believed you were beautiful like this and he'll keep you like this forever, his eyes stayed on your stomach and his neck crawled with warmth.

He giggled knowing that soon enough, you'll be truly his.. not kunhang's.. definitely.

You'll bare his kids and he'll make sure that you'll definitely forget about him.. even if it meant beating your memories out of you. he wanted the best for him you.

You wouldn't even mind to utter his name in this house.

He opens the drawer, finding that miniature velvet box, his thumb caresses it lightly before popping it open. He admires the ring before sighing with content triumph before pulling it out, the gem was a ruby. red, his favorite color.

This'll be the new beginning for you both.

You'll soon forget about him.

Especially with the new ring he finally slid on your finger.

#yangyang smut #nct smut #smut #kpop smut #nct imagines #wayv smut #nct scenarios #nct drabbles #nct angst #yangyang x reader #nct dream smut #wayv scenarios #wayv fanfic #wayv x reader #nct fanfic #nct hard hours #nct x reader #nct u smut #wayv #yangyang #nct

[williamswifey]

PLS A PART TWO TO THE BELLA YOU JUST POSTED. IT IS SO GORGEOUS. OH MY GOD

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 - 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐘

part one ; the exit

masterlist

pairing ; bella ramsey x fem!reader

summary ; your ex bella had texted you after months of no contact. you knew what you were getting yourself back into as soon as you replied.

content warnings ; slightly toxic dynamic, angst with a happy ending, bella is still sort of an asshole but working on it

a/n ; hi lovelies <3 im absolutely honored at how much love part one got, i knew i had to get a part 2 up asap 😩 i hope this ending is satisfactory !!

‘hey.’

your face paled as you read the text on your screen. was this some kind of joke? was your phone company fucking with you?

your heart rate soared as you looked at the words on the screen. should you respond? should you leave them waiting? you didn’t know how to react, and your palms were growing sweaty as you felt your chest tighten.

“what’s wrong?” heather’s voice rang out cautiously, “you’ve got this…look on your face.”

“bella just texted me.” you replied, voice void of emotion.

“oh, shit.” came her softened reply.

oh shit was right.

you spent the entire afternoon staring at the text. you were tempted to reply immediately, but you didn’t want to seem desperate.

you were barely able to get any work done, you were thankful that it had been a slow day with barely any customers. you didn’t have it in you too deal with anyone else today, as you stressed and stressed over the text message.

a part of you—the smarter part, knew the best idea would be to not reply at all. you didn’t like that idea very much.

you took a deep breath, and opening the text.

‘hi :)’ you typed out, before deleting. too flirty, not enough anger.

‘what the fuck do you want?’ you typed out seconds later, before deleting the text entirely. definitely don’t send that.

‘hey.’ you message parroted theirs, but you deleted it again. what if it was too boring and they didn’t reply?

‘who’s this?’ you wanted to send out of spite.

you weren’t above being petty, but that just felt plain mean.

a part of you wanted to call them, to hear their voice again. your missed the sound of their voice, even if you only heard it for a few seconds before your call disconnected.

that idea was the worst of all.

you sighed as you flopped against your sheets, a deep sigh rumbling out from your chest.

anxieties began to rush in your mind. what if bella texted the wrong person? what if they were drunk? what if it was a prank?

you stilled your shaking hands, sending a simply ‘hi.’ as you threw your phone across the room.

you didn’t expect your phone to buzz seconds later, the sound amplifying from the pile of clothes it had fallen into when you tossed it aside.

you walked over to your phone, unlocking it.

“it’s been a while. how are you?”

jesus. so it wasn’t the wrong person, nor was it a drunken text.

‘fine. u?’

you tried to keep your text brief, debating whether or not to continue the conversation. you knew that being in touch with bella again would only lead to more heartache, but you couldn’t ignore the thrill you felt in your stomach at the chime of their texts.

‘do u still live near our old apt?”

bella’s text made you furrow your eyebrows, as you quickly sent a reply. the term ‘our apartment’ made you feel sick to your stomach.

‘i live about two hours away. why?’

your heart raced as bella’s text bubbles appeared.

‘i’m in the area for a press conference. was wondering if you wanted to grab lunch.’

fuck.

your heart raced as you read the message over and over. what did they want? were they just looking for closure, or did they want you back?

for the next few hours, you struggled with your emotions. you couldn’t decide whether it was a good idea to meet them or to leave things as they were. in the end, bella was your weakness—they always had been.

‘sure. when?’

bella was quick with their response, even though you had left them on read for a solid three hours and forty-five minutes.

‘tomorrow afternoon. come to our spot, my treat.’

your heart raced. ‘our spot.’ you and bella had found a small italian restaurant a few years back, with food that was to die for. it wasn’t well known, and it was your secret.

‘okay.’

***

you had barely slept all night. you were awake just past 9am, you had a two hour drive to make to get to the restaurant.

you showered and changed, putting on a light floral dress, your hair natural and flowy. you would pretend you didn’t put extra time into your appearance, but you knew it was a lie.

when you approached the restaurant, your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest. you were a few minutes late—due to traffic, and while you should’ve felt apologetic, you felt bella deserved it for being an asshole.

you walked into the restaurant, fiddling with your necklace. bella spotted you immediately, flagging you down as they called your name.

“over here,” they called, as you nearly knocked yourself to the ground from how fast you spun around.

bella was sitting in a booth, smiling at you as they gestured for you to sit across from them.

bella looked…different. a little taller, much more confident. their style had changed, and you hated to admit how good they looked.

you wanted to run out of the restaurant, your intuition told you this was a bad idea. but the heart wants what it wants.

you sauntered over to them, plastering on a smile that you hoped didn’t look too painful as you slid into the booth across from bella.

“you look stunning as always,” bella commented, a small smile on their face.

you had to remember they were just being polite as you fought back the blush on your cheeks. you thanked them, drinking a large gulp of your water, feeling the cool liquid trickle down your throat.

it was soothing, and it took your mind off bella, who was staring thoughtfully at you from the other side of the booth.

neither of you wanted to start the conversation you knew had to take place, so instead, it was silent.

you noticed they tried not to be on their phone, eyes darting all around the restaurant. you wondered if nostalgia was hitting them the way it was hitting you.

you remembered going here with bella at least once a week when you were dating, making a night out of it. it was your favorite day of the week.

now, the restaurant seemed to have lost its magic. it didn’t feel like home, not like it used to. you wondered if it had been simply being with bella that made the place so magical all those months ago.

“so, how are you?” bella asked, picking at their nails.

“i’m okay,” you replied, voice a little breathy. your heart hadn’t stopped its somersaults in your chest since you arrived, “and yourself?”

bella began to update you on their life. it was painful, seeing how much they had accomplished without you. your heart ached at the twinkle in their eyes, the excitement in their tone. the way they made you feel hadn’t changed.

it was easy to talk to bella, you forgot how much they made you feel like you belonged. it was like old friends catching up, not missing a beat. it felt like nothing had changed…but deep down you knew that everything was different.

bella was like an addicting drug. so easy to go back to…so hard to let go of. you remembered why you put up with their bullshit for so long—because they were bella and you were you.

when the waiter came, bella listed off both of your orders without a second thought, like second nature.

perhaps they noticed you slight glare as the waiter walked away, causing them to speak up.

“oh, sorry,” they said, “is that not your order anymore?”

you sighed, shaking your head.

“it’s not that, bella,” you began. their brown eyes glanced your way, and you felt suffocated under their dreamy gaze.

“it’s just—what are we doing here? i mean, you’ve been doing your own thing and i’ve been doing mine. why all the sudden did you decide to reach out?”

bella was quiet for a moment, fiddling with their rings as they cleared their throat.

“i’m sorry,” they said, catching you off guard, “for what i did. i was a selfish asshole, and i know i hurt you.”

you wanted to say it was okay, but you’d be lying.

“thank you for the apology, i appreciate it,” you decided to reply instead.

you hated how it was between you two. it should’ve been easy—it was easy…when you two were pretending that nothing had changed. the two of you had always fit together, like two pieces of a puzzle.

now that you were tackling what had gone wrong, the atmosphere didn’t feel quite as comfortable.

“i don’t want things to be like this anymore. i miss you.” bella said.

six months ago, it was everything you wanted to hear. but now, the words that rolled off their tongue settled bitterly in your stomach.

“did you think all you had to do was say you’re sorry and i’d come running back?” you spat, “plus, don’t you have a girlfriend?” you asked.

bella looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. they opened your mouth to reply, then shut it again after a few seconds out of pure confusion.

“no?”

bella looked at you as they tilted your head. what about everything you saw?

“you don’t?” you asked in confusion.

“last i checked, i’ve been single single we broke up,” bella now seemed just as confused.

“but, your instagram and the news headlines—”

“you’ve been stalking my instagram?” bella asked, a slight teasing tone in their voice as your face went red.

“i—” you tried to defend yourself, but the words died in your throat.

“i’m just messing with you,” bella said, the atmosphere balancing on the line of tense and airy, “if you’re talking about amara…she’s just a co-star. news and headlines just like to gossip.”

“oh.” you felt stupid for bringing it up. you hated how bella could manipulate your emotions so easily, for better or for worse.

they knew it too, it’s not like they were that stupid.

you felt bella’s hand brush against yours, bringing your attention back to them.

“i’ve had a lot of time to think. no one compares to you.” bella spoke, and you didn’t know how to react.

you wanted to slap them, kiss them, scream at them, and cry, all at the same time.

“you put me through hell, you know?” you said sadly, fiddling with your necklace yet again, “i was there for you. before your career took off, when you needed a shoulder to cry on.“

“i’ve beat myself up everyday for what i did. there’s no excuse. i was new to all the fame—all the interviews. i wanted to leave my old life behind—so that’s exactly what i did. i was shitty. i owe an apology for everyone i’ve wronged, but especially you.”

bella looked down guiltily.

“i can’t take back what i did,” they said slowly, “but i’d like to try.”

you licked your lips, noticing the sincerity in their voice.

their eyes were doe-eyed, lips puffy from biting down on them.

you knew you should walk away, prevent the inevitable hurt you’d go through again when bella got bored. but for now, you picked your poison. you’d take the happiness for now, a fair exchange for the pain you’d feel later.

you tried to shush the voice of insecurity in the back of your mind. for now, bella was yours, and you were theirs. they looked at you the same way they did when you first started dating, all giddy and love struck.

you laced your hands with bella’s, a smile growing on your face.

“yeah,” you agreed, as bella shifted in their seat hopefully.

“i’d like that.”

#bella ramsey x reader #bella ramsey blurb #bella ramsey imagine #bella ramsey fluff #bella ramsey x y/n #bella ramsey drabble #bella ramsey #bella ramsey angst #bella ramsey x you #bella ramsey imagines #bella ramsey fic #bella ramsey x fem!reader #ellie williams x reader

[horanghater]

hi bambi this is zeta <3

is it okay to write smth about wonwoo taking care of his gf bcs their holiday plans were thrown out of the window due to her catching a cold? just overall fluff and comfort :((

okay that's all bye ilysm💖

▸ Pairing: Wonwoo x F!reader

▸ Rating / Genre / AU: 13+ / fluff / established relationship

If you are a minor AND/OR if your account has no age in the bio, you will be blocked upon interacting (liking/reblogging) with this post.

▸ Warnings: none

▸ Word Count: 605

▸ A/N: Zeta darling I'm SO sorry I couldn't get this done before the end of the year. You were sick and then so was I 😭 Just pretend this was published like 2 weeks ago pls. @shuadotcom - beta for life, etc etc ♥️

Wonwoo stops in your bedroom doorway, bowl in hand, to survey you. Or rather, to survey the lump in the center of the bed that’s covered by your duvet. “Sweetheart, lunch.” He sighs when the only response is the quiet noise of the television. “Come on, you have to eat something.”

Something between a muffled groan and growl fills the room and then the lump moves. The top of your head slowly peeks out from under the duvet and rests on the pillow at the top of the bed. Wonwoo smiles to himself as he watches your exposed eyebrows furrow before you drag the fabric back up to envelop yourself once more. 

You hear Wonwoo sigh, then the gentle clink of earthenware being set on your nightstand before long fingers reach into your comforter and peel it back to reveal your face. Your hair is disheveled and you’re a bit pale, but the pout that’s settled onto your features as you return his bemused stare makes his heart flip.

“Wonwoo,” you finally rasp after being exposed, “I’m dying.”

He sits gingerly on the bed next to you, planting a kiss on your forehead before replying. “You’re not dying, sweetheart. But you will if you don’t eat.”

The press of his warm lips on your forehead is soothing, but does little to assuage your disappointment about all the plans you’ve had to cancel this week. “What’s the point in eating if I can’t have the seasonal stuff I’ve been waiting all year for?” 

“What do you mean? Chicken noodle soup is seasonal.” 

“Is not,” you whine, ignoring the way he smirks down at you playfully. A little teasing and faux ignorance have always been his way of making you giggle even when you don’t want to. And now you actually do want to, but the pang of missed opportunity is still at the forefront of your mind. “We were supposed to go look at Christmas lights and go caroling and ice skating and make gingerbread houses and just… There’s so much stuff I wanted to do, but I’m stuck here.”

Wonwoo pushes his glasses up his nose and sniffles, hurt. “‘Stuck’? You hate being with me that much?”

You sigh, sitting up to look at him better. Behind the warmth in his eyes is a hint of worry. Even though you know Wonwoo’s joking, you feel a pang of guilt for making him concerned in the first place. Suddenly not-seasonal soup is more appealing. “You know that’s not it, babe. There’s just…so much that we’re missing, you know? There’s so much that I wanted to do.”

Wonwoo doesn’t miss the way you tilt your head toward the nightstand, attempting to take more whiffs of the lunch he’s prepared for you through your stuffy nose. He moves to fluff the pillows behind your back before taking the spoon in his hand to feed you. Raised eyebrows above his lenses is all it takes for your weak glower to transform into an open, waiting mouth. Even on your worst days, he’s always there to comfort you. When you accept a few spoonfuls, Wonwoo is satisfied enough to answer. “We can do plenty of stuff here, you know. Movies, hot chocolate…some more soup, maybe.”

“That’s nice in theory, but you’ll get sick too.”

“Well–” he says thoughtfully, stirring your lunch again before taking some for himself, “– now it’s guaranteed. We can be sick together. So, how about that movie date?”

For the first time in days, your smile reaches your eyes as you return the warmth that Wonwoo continues to show you again and again. “It’s a date, then.”

#svthub #kvanity #wonwoo fluff #svt fluff #seventeen fluff #wonwoo fanfic #svt fanfic #seventeen fanfic #bambi.reqs #jeonwonhi

[forever-rogue]

Okok I know Steven needs sleep but waking him up at 3 am just to ask of he still likes you even though they're married sweet boy would literally stare for s few seconds straight to process the question 😂

"Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up." with Steven pretty pls

AN | Please I love this idea so much 🥰 Enjoy!

Pairing | Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 1.2k

Masterlist | Main, Moon Knight

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

You huffed lightly as you rolled onto your back to stare at the ceiling. The pale moonlight coming through the sheer curtains was just enough to cast shadows of the tree branches on the ceiling. You knew it was nothing, but you still didn’t like them either. You rolled onto your other side and found that Steven had his back to you. Of course he would manage to be able to sleep after the marathon of scary movies you’d had that evening. 

“Unfair,” you sighed quietly as you gave up and slipped out of the bed to trek to the kitchen. If you were going to have to be awake, you might as well get a snack in the meantime. 

Once you were in the kitchen, you rummaged through the cabinet to find the cookies that were stashed away for times such as these. After not finding them for several minutes, you came to the conclusion that someone must have gotten to them before you did. You loved him, you really did, but you also really had wanted those cookies. 

“Steven Grant,” you groaned before closing the cabinet and moving onto the fridge. There wasn't much of interest in there either - you really needed to go and get some groceries - until you spotted that piece of cake in the back. It would have to do for now. 

You grabbed the plate out and set it at the kitchen table before grabbing a fork and plopping down in the chair. You were glad you'd turned on all the lights in the kitchen and hallway; it was the only thing that was keeping you from completely losing it. Each little creak and groan coming from outside and inside the apartment caused you to remain on edge. Realistically you knew that nothing was going to happen, but in the middle of the night your tired mind wasn't fully logical.

You finished the slice of cake quickly before washing it all down with a swig of whatever latest fake milk Steven had managed to find that was in the fridge. You paused to use the bathroom before making your way back to the bedroom. Steven was still in the exact same position as when you had left; lucky him. 

You crawled back under the covers on your side of the bed and bundled yourself up in the soft blankets. After a bit of tossing and turning, you couldn't take it anymore and reached for Steven, attempting to wrap an arm around him and pull him closer to your body. Even in his sleep, he attempted to pull out of your grasp.

"Steven," you pouted, ready to cry even though you knew he was asleep and couldn't help it. It was silly to let such a thing upset you, but you were already in an emotional state. What part of your cycle were you in? Maybe that was why you were feeling even more emotional than normal, "I need you."

He didn’t respond to your soft little request, either because he was still deep asleep, or very good at ignoring you and feigning sleep. But you knew he would never do a thing such as ignore you. You picked his side a little, jabbing your finger into the soft flesh on his hip, “Steven. Steven.”

“‘m sleepin’,” he grumbled as he burrowed further into his pillow. The logical part of your brain knew you should just leave him alone and try and get some sleep on your own, but you weren’t feeling particularly logical. And you really want to be wrapped up in his arms if you were being completely honest.

“Steven,” this time your hand was on his shoulders and you resorted to shaking him, “please, wake up, I need you.”

“Hmm?” he finally rolled onto his back, his eyes opening slightly as he blinked away the sleepy bleariness, “what’s wrong, darling?”

“Well, two things,” you sighed as you sat up and looked at him with wide eyes. He yawned and you instantly felt bad about waking him up, but at this point, it was already done, “first of all, I’m scared. We shouldn’t have watched all those scary movies right before bed. I can’t sleep and I swear I’ve never heard this many creaks and cracks before.”

“It’s alright,” he whispered as he put his hand on your face, his thumb gently brushing over your cheek, “they were just movies, that’s all. Nothing can hurt you, besides I’m right here.”

“I know that,” you pouted, “but as we are well aware, monsters and scary things that most people don’t think are real happen to be very real…and scary”

“Let me rephrase,” he couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, “nothing’s going to happen to you. Fake movies and you’ve got me here to protect you.”

“Fine,” it was a huff of defeat when you realized he was right. You were being overdramatic, but he didn’t have to point it out.

“What was the second thing?” your face flushed with warmth as you realized just how silly this was all going to sound. 

“Do you still love me?” you asked softly, burying your face in your hands as he laughed. And it wasn’t just some soft little shy laugh, but a deep one that caused him to sit up, “don’t laugh, Steven!”

“Please tell me this is not why you woke me up at three am,” he asked as you sighed lightly, shrugging your shoulders. He gently put his hands on your hips as he motioned for you to sit in his lap, “sweetheart…”

“Well no,” you offered him a tentative little smile, “but you wouldn’t let me hold you or cuddle and I was scared!”

“I was sleeping!”

“Well…normally you’d still hold me but you wouldn’t tonight,” this felt even more ridiculous as you said it out loud, “I just…I love you.”

“I love you too, very very much,” his hands found your face as he leaned in and kissed you gently. You could practically melt into his touch, finally calming down, “and in case you’ve forgotten, we happen to be married.”

You took his hand in yours, letting the cool metal of his wedding band click against yours. He brought your hand to his lips as he pressed a kiss to your knuckles, “there’s plenty of unhappy and out of love married people.”

“And we don’t happen to be those people, love.”

“I…you’re right,” you agreed with a small little sigh, “I’m sorry for waking you up. And being…like this. I guess I just really freaked myself out.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” he promised, “now we just know that we won’t have any more scary movie marathons right before bed…and that I still love you even if my sleeping body doesn’t hold you. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and held him tightly, “thank you, my love. You always know just what to do.”

“What can I say?” he teased as he nudged his nose against yours, letting his lips lingers just shy of yours, “I’m pretty fantastic.”

“And a dork,” you giggled, “that happens to be my favorite human being in the entire world.”

“Well, that settles that,” he grinned, “we’re on the same page. But for now…let’s get back to bed. It is…three in the morning after all. Do you think you’ll be able to sleep?”

“Will you hold me?”

“Of course.”

“Then yes,” you promised, “let’s get some sleep and then tomorrow I’ll make it up to you.”

“What…just how are you planning on making this up to me?” he raised an eyebrow as you offered him a saccharine little smile.

“Oh, I’ll find a way,” you whispered, “trust me. I love you, my sweet Steven-with-v Grant.”

“I love you more.”

#steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #steven grant x fem!reader #oscar isaac #oscar isaac x you #oscar isaac x reader #moon knight #marc spector

[duskandcobalt]

spa day 🧖🏾🌸

wrote this fluffy little one-shot on a whim in an hour last night for @azrielappreciationweek Day 4: Domestic Life

Summary: Elain discovers the secret behind Azriel's perfect skin

1k words, pure fluff, PG-13 at most lol

#azrielappreciationweek2023 (if it isn't day 4 yet, pls ignore me... timezones are hard)

Elain smirks as she enters the townhouse, quietly following the sound of Azriel’s beautiful voice to the kitchen. She leans against the doorway, setting her market basket down by her feet as she watches him with crossed arms and an ever growing smile. 

His back is to her and he’s singing a song she had taught him a week ago. It was an old hymn that her father had sung to her and her sisters when they were children. She had noticed him humming it quietly to himself over the past few days but this was the first time she’d heard him singing it so clearly. 

If she wasn’t so distracted by the sight of him, she might’ve cried at how lovely he sounded singing something that meant so much to her.

To her delight, Azriel was completely bare other than a white towel slung low on his hips. He was fresh out of the bath. His dark hair was damp and a few rogue water droplets still clung to his wings and his skin, glistening whenever they caught the late morning sun. 

Elain couldn’t help but bite down on her lip as she watched the way those sparkling drops traveled slowly down his back, meandering around his shifting muscles before disappearing beneath his towel. 

“For Cauldron’s sake, Elain!” Azriel startles when he turns to find her silently staring at him from the entrance to the kitchen. Hiis shadows swarm him only to disappear seconds later as soon as they realise that the perceived threat was just Elain. “Those stealth lessons are working a little too well.” 

“Maybe you’re just a bad spy.” Elain drags her eyes from the well defined V shaped muscles that are barely hidden by his towel up to his eyes only to see that his face is covered in a thick, pale yellow paste. “What’s on your face?” 

It’s clear that he’d forgotten he had anything on his face based on the way he freezes and the way his chest and shoulders flush a deep pink.

“I didn’t expect you back until later.” He raises an arm to scratch at the back of his neck, a telltale sign that he’s embarrassed. 

Elain crosses the room until she’s directly in front of him. She cranes her neck upwards, peering at him as she sniffs lightly. 

“Is that honey?” She breathes in again. “And… yogurt?” 

“And turmeric.” He admits sheepishly, nodding. “A decade or two ago, I was visiting Day Court and a lady there taught me how to make these masks using things you can buy at most markets.”

Elain couldn’t help the scowl that formed on her lips at the mention of a lady from Day Court. She knew that Azriel had a number of lovers before her but it didn’t mean she appreciated the reminder. 

“It wasn’t like that, my love.” Azriel grins, tapping her nose with his index finger. “She worked in the baths at Helion’s home.”

“Not helping.” Elain rolls her eyes.

She’d heard all kinds of stories of the things that occurred when Helion was involved. She’d certainly noticed the way the High Lord of Day eyed Azriel, and even recently her, whenever they found themselves in the same place. 

“It was completely innocent, I promise.” Azriel’s large hands land on her waist, lifting her onto the counter and settling himself between her knees. “It’s become something of a special interest of mine. There’s all sorts of combinations. I find it relaxing.”

“No wonder you’re so pretty.” Elain finally cracks a smile and ignores the way her heart beats a little bit faster given the proximity of his naked, wet chest.  “Can I try?” 

“Sure.” Azriel nods, his eyes lighting up. “I’ve got some left over.” He turns to grab a small bowl with the yellow paste along with a small, clean towel that he dampens before returning to her. 

His fingers move to the laces on the front of her dress, loosening them enough to allow him to push the sleeves of her gown off her shoulders until she can slip her arms out. “Just so we don’t get anything on it.” 

“Of course.” Elain swallows under the heat of his gaze, clutching the loose fabric to her chest to keep it from falling down any further.

Azriel picks up the damp towel and carefully drags it over her face, gently removing any lingering traces of pollution from her morning in town. Once he’s done cleansing her face, he picks up the bowl, dips two fingers into the paste, and then sets to work - methodically applying the mixture to her skin. 

He starts on her cheeks, moving down to her chin and then up to her forehead, carefully avoiding getting anything in her hair as he explains the benefits of this specific blend of ingredients. Elain shivers at the coolness against her flushed skin as Azriel continues spreading the mask around in an even layer with well practiced hands, finishing with a light swipe over the bridge of her nose. “All done.”

“How do I look?” She bats her eyelashes at him.

“Beautiful as ever.” Azriel leans in to press his lips to hers, mindfully avoiding smudging either of their masks. 

A tingle runs up Elain’s spine and she reaches her arms up, wrapping them around his broad shoulders to keep him with her. The top of her dress falls to her waist without her hands there to hold it in place and her nipples peak with the exposure to the cool air of the kitchen. 

She kisses him again, just quick pert pecks of her lips to his, even though she wants more. One of her hands mindlessly journeys down his chest to his towel, her fingertips dipping under the fluffy fabric. 

“El.” Azriel growls, wrapping a hand around her wrist to stop her from going any further. “Don’t start something we can’t properly finish.” 

Elain begrudgingly pulls back, smirking at the tortured look on Azriel’s face as he takes in the sight of her bare breasts. She tugs her dress back up, threading her arms through the sleeves. “How long until we wash this off?” 

“Just ten minutes. Go on up. I’ll put the groceries away and then come meet you in the bathing chamber to rinse this off.” Azriel helps her off the counter, lightly grabbing her backside once her feet are on the floor. He lowers his lips to her ear. “Then, maybe we can play.”

#azrielappreciationweek2023 #elriel fluff #elriel fic #azriel #elain archeron #azriel x elain #elain x azriel #acotar fanfiction #elriel fanfiction #elriel fanfic #my writing #pro elriel #elriel

[vivwritesfics]

Eddie Munson is a Really Overprotective Brother

Steve Harrington has a date with Y/N, the sister of Eddie 'the freak' Munson. Eddie 'the freak' Munson will do anything to protect his sister. In this one he follows her on her third date with Steve, how fun.

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Fluff warning

STEVE HARRINGTON X FEM!READER

Hey, I'd love some mutuals! Pls send me a message for a moot!

"Do you know Eddie Munson?" 

At those words, Dustin's face paled. He had no doubt that Eddie and Steve had crossed paths at some point; they probably shared a few classes once upon a time. But Steve was an asshole back then. He either ignored Eddie or made fun of him for being a freak. 

They were sat in Steve’s car together, driving to Mike's house. When it came to Eddie's campaigns the boys liked to be prepared for whatever he threw at them. 

“I-yeah, why?” Was all Dustin could say to answer. This couldn’t be something good, he’d decided, just from the way Steve had said his name. 

Steve’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. “It’s just that I got a date with his sister. I need to know if I’ve got anything to worry about or not,” he said casually, but his hands were white, paler than usual. 

Y/N Munson was Eddie’s little sister, although they were now in the same grade in school. She was the complete opposite of him; cute skirts, nice blouse. She wasn’t a freak like her brother, just a freak by association. Made to sit in on the DnD campaigns, reading quietly in the corner. Eddie would protect her with everything he had. 

“How did you score a date with Y/N?” Asked Dustin, his eyebrows raised. 

Steve shrugged. “She knows Robin. Anyway, should I be worried about her brother or not?”

Yeah, Steve should have been worried. Eddie was fiercely protective over her; he’d scared away several guys who had tried to ask her out. Rumor had it that Eddie had a list of approved men for her and it was blank. If he caught wind of her date with Steve, he’d hunt him down. 

Dustin nodded. “You sure you want to go on a date with Y/N?”

“Yes Dustin,” Steve groaned. “Now, is Eddie gonna kill me or not?”

“Yeah, he’s gonna kill you.”

***

Y/N loved her brother. She and Eddie never fought, no matter how different they were. He had been protecting her since they were kids. Someone pushed her on the playground and little Eddie would come running over to push them twice as hard. She grew up protected because of him. 

“Getting ready for something?” Asked Eddie, leaning against the frame of her bedroom door. Their rooms were just across from each other in the trailer. He looked at Y/N sitting at her vanity, applying a light layer of eyeshadow. 

Y/N looked at her brother and smiled. “Going to see Robin,” she answered. As much as she hated lying to her brother, it was sometimes necessary. She looked away from him as she told her lie, but Eddie clearly didn’t believe her. He looked at her for a full minute and turned away.

Eddie was a scary guy, Y/N knew that. She also knew that guys tended to avoid her because of him and his protective ways. But all he said was, “stay safe, okay?” And left her room. No grilling, no interrogations to try and see who it was. 

As strange as it was, Y/N let it go. It was a relief, not to be stuck under eddies spotlight as he asked question after question about who she was really meeting and where they were going. 

Of course, Y/N didn’t tell Steve to pick her up from the trailer park. She told him to park a little way down the road and marched her way down there, turning back every two seconds to make sure Eddie wasn’t following.

Her hopes was that he trusted her, but Y/N knew that wasn’t the case. Was her brother psycho enough to follow her on her date? She didn’t know.

The sight of Steve’s car brought a smile to her face. She almost started jogging, but kept a composure, a bounce in her step as she walked towards the car. “Hey,” she said through a grin as he pushed open the door for her. 

Nobody knew but this was their third date. Both Y/N and Steve knew that, should this date go well, it would be the one that sealed the deal. Not sex, mind you (Y/N knew she wouldn’t be able to contain her smile and Eddie would know something was up immediately), but Steve would ask her to officially be his. 

As she climbed into the car Steve leaned over and kissed her cheek. “What’ve you got planned for us tonight, Stevie,” she whispered, smoothing out her skirt.

Steve was nervous for this one. He hadn’t gotten to the third date since Nancy, too busy looking after the kids, or easily finding something that would put him off by the end of the first date. But not with Y/N. In Steve's eyes already, she was perfect. 

He swallowed the lump in his throat and started the ignition. “I was thinking we could catch a movie and then head to a diner or something.” Actually Steve had spent his week trying to think of which restaurant to take her to. He’d asked Robin for her opinion time after time, but he couldn’t find anything. So a movie and the diner it was. 

Y/N hummed along to the radio, looking at the streetlights as they went past. She looked in the wing mirror, at the van driving behind them. Weird, that looked just like Eddie’s van.

Sitting up straight Y/N looked over at Steve with wide eyes. He spared her a glance, eyes quickly returning to the road. “What’s up?” 

“Nothing! Nothing,” she said quickly and looked back in the mirror. Oh yeah, that was her brother alright. She didn’t know if he could see her, but she ducked down in her seat anyway.

The movie was nice, that was all Y/N knew by the end of it. She didn’t know anything about the plot or the characters, or even the title of the movie. She spent the entire thing looking at every seat, watching out for those long dark curls she knew so well. Thank God she and Steve were sitting at the back. The seatrest was up and she was cuddled into his side, eating the popcorn sitting in his lap.

She may have been clueless when it came to the movie, but being around Steve was enough. “I’m having a really nice time,” she said, her lips against his cheek. Steve's arm was around her, fingers dancing up and down her side. He looked down at her, eyes crinkling as he smiled. 

A second later they were kissing, his tongue in her mouth. Steve was two seconds away from pulling her into his lap when Y/N pulled away. She settled back against him, her attention returning to the movie. But it didn’t return to the movie; spent the entire thing looking around for her brother. 

After the movie Steve took her to the diner. It was just a short drive from the movie theatre, where Y/N tried to discuss with him the parts of the movie she had caught. 

In no time at all they were in a booth in the diner, a plate of fries between them. They’d been talking and laughing, Dustin the current topic of conversation. “Actually,” Steve started and put down the glass of coke in his hands. “I, uh, these dates with you have been great,” he said. “And I wanna take things to the next level.”

Y/N’s breath hitched. “What’re you–”

“Well, well, well.” A figure suddenly loomed over  him. “What do we have here?”

Y/N’s head fell into her hands.

“Good to see you again, Robin. Oh wait.”

Eddie stood over them, grinning. “Move over, big boy,” he said and sat beside Steve in the booth. “Having a fun night?” He asked, looking over at his sister with his brows up. “Wanna tell me who this guy is, while you’re at it?”

“You followed me on my date?!” 

“That’s what happens when you lie to me,” Eddie said and ate a fry. 

Y/N leaned back in her chair and folded her arms over her chest. “What the hell, Eddie! What is wrong with you?!”

Scowling, Eddie leaned forward, clasping his hands together. "I'm just looking out for you," he said, his voice low. "Now, who is he?"

Steve held out his hand. "Steve Harrington," he said, trying to ease the tension that had built up between the three of them. 

Eddie's eyes went wide. "Steve Harrington as in Hendersons friend?" He asked and Steve nodded. "That kid idolises you," he said and turned to his sister. "Why didn't you tell me it was Hendersons Steve?"

"Would that have mattered?"

"It does now?"

Y/N and Steve both raised their eyebrows at him. "Look, there are a lot worse guys she could go out with. You know how Henderson talks about him."

"So, you're fine with this?" She tried slowly. 

"Not completely, but I'll let it slide."

Steve cleared his throat. "Do I have your blessing to ask your sister to be mine?"

"That you do, Harrington." Eddie patted his shoulder and stood up. "Have her home by nine thirty!" He called over his shoulder and walked out of the diner. 

Y/N let out a breath. "I'm so sorry," she muttered and pushed the fries away from her. 

Grabbing her hand Steve ran his thumb over her knuckles. "Hey, it's okay. He's just looking out for you. I'd be the same if I had a sister," he said and kissed the back of her hand. "But, what I was trying to say before your brother showed up is I've had such a nice time on our dates and I wanted to ask you to be mine."

She looked up at him with wide eyes. "Yes, Steve!" She cried. "Yeah, I wanna be your girlfriend."

#Steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x you #joe keery #joe keery imagine #joe keery x reader #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader

[tojivu]

PLEASE CALL ME [01]

a/n part 1 out of idk.. anyways this was so heavily inspired by phoebe bridger’s songs.. i’m so obsessed with her (=´∀｀) oh and also by a book i finished a long time ago but haven’t gotten over lol. i tried writing this in 3rd person pov but tbh it’s hard for me to display emotion in my writing if it’s 3rd person cus it’s like giving u instructions on how to feel 😭. I KNOW ITS 2023 OKAY I KNOW WE DONT LIKE 1ST PERSON ANYMORE BUT PLS LET ME HAVE MY MOMENT

warnings/tags barely proofread (i tried), if yall don’t like tis i’ll probably discontinue it LOL, childe x implied f!reader, sfw.

listen to chinese satellite by phoebe bridgers.

“Good morning.” Ajax is speaking to you, voice low. “It's a hot day.”

You were shivering, actually. Mornings were always cold no matter what the temperature was. Nevertheless, you nod and agree with him anyway. “Yup, isn’t it?”

You two were standing outside your house, waiting for the other to initiate the walking, to which you end up doing it. He follows behind, the path too narrow to fit the two of you—this was a familiar sound. Heavy footsteps you could only recognise to be Ajax’s only two metres behind you. You don’t need to turn around to know he’s staring at the back of your head.

Such a nostalgic feeling, you think. You and him have been passing by the same trees and the same brown-cream coloured houses for 5 years now.

“Can you believe that we’re graduating in two months?”

He doesn’t answer.

You repeat the question again and he finally responds. You turn around, curious as to what had gotten him so distracted; his phone is in his hand, he’s looking into it and it’s pointing at you—his bright yellow phone case pales in comparison to the smile he has on his face.

“Not even going to let me pose?”

“You don’t need to do that. Your morning face is enough.”

“What does that even mean?”

“You’re pretty when you wake up.”

It’s 6 in the morning. Ajax was never one to think before he speaks, especially when the sun had just risen 5 minutes prior. You ignore what he says, assuming he just couldn’t tell that isn’t something you say to friends.

“Sure.”

—

It’s 8:27 am. You’ve been sitting through an hour of English, and you swear you thought the subject couldn’t get any more boring than when it was in middle school. You’re spinning your blue MUJI 0.5 tip pen between your middle and index finger, ultimately failing after 5 seconds and letting it drop to the floor. It rolls away, farther than you could bend and reach for—a soft metal clinking sound is heard when you realise it’s hit someone’s chair.

The red and black coloured backpack on the floor next to the chair made it obvious where your pen had gone and who’s chair it hit.

You whisper-yell, “Hey, can you pick that up?”

Ajax turns around and looks at you and then the floor. You’re thankful as he picks up the pen, but then quickly confused as to why he just turns forward again—keeping your pen at his desk.

—

YOU: It feels as though the evening has been stretched, like time is in slow motion and not in a good way; because I’m looking at Ajax sitting across from me and we have not spoken. I have a cup of coffee in my right hand, much too sweet for my own taste; a cat drawn from the latte art I don’t remember requesting. I’m very sure I asked for a bunny. I’m very sure. I think I left my Math textbook in class. The trees look really lively or something like that, I don’t really know, I am making sure to look away from Ajax because I know he’s staring.

“What?”

“What what?” He acts like he wasn’t just staring at me for the past 5 minutes. “Is there a problem?”

“My problem is that you’re being weird today.”

His mouth is agape, too dramatic to be genuine. “That’s rude.”

I don’t know what to reply to him now, knowing that he’ll just continue acting stupid. My shoes squeak against the wooden flooring as I lean back in my chair, it’s evening now and I’m so exhausted. People from the high school three streets away from ours are filling the tiny place up, passing by our table and some stare at Ajax as they do. The oak tables that were empty just a half hour ago are now full of teenagers, this whole place is infested with us; behind, left and right.

It’s not weird for people to stare at Ajax when we’re out together. It’s not like he’s a celebrity or anything, but somehow every girl I know has heard of him or has heard of him from someone who has heard of him. It’s a big chain of people I find impossible to keep track of. If you mentioned his name anywhere, someone would definitely go “you know him too?”.

I’m drinking my tea slowly and quietly. A group of girls are laughing so loud my eardrums could burst. Another group of girls walk in and the familiar bell sound of the café entrance rings, and it’s no surprise they know Ajax too; he smiles at them, I can’t tell if out of politeness, when they walk by. They’re giggling to themselves and I can’t help but feel a bit lost.

“What’s wrong with you today?” He’s asking me as if multiple things aren’t wrong with him. Suddenly, I’m the one with the problems.

I don’t bother anymore, I think about that moment minutes ago over and over again and I have no idea what to make of it. That giggle wasn’t a “what a coincidence” giggle, more like a teasing sort, the kind your friends do when your crush talks to you.

“Nothing is wrong with me.” I’m lying. “I’m gonna go home.”

He is so clueless, so oblivious to everything it is paining me. Oblivious to the amount of girls that are looking his way in this very establishment, at this very moment in time. It makes me almost angry, somewhat, that he doesn’t know.

—

AJAX: It is 7 P.M. and dark out. I think she’s angry but she’s just slouching over, but I get some sort of sensing that she will explode if I try to talk to her.

“Helllooo.” I’m next to her now, and she doesn’t want to reply to me; her eyes are on mine, eyebrows furrowed and clearly sending a message: Don’t even say anything.

I feel myself smiling because she looks very adorable. She is much shorter than I am. When she’s angry, I’m never able to take her seriously. I don’t think I ever have. Oftentimes in her fits of anger I am caught admiring her, smiling because I think she is so dramatic. When we were 15 she once yelled at me for using her charger, and apparently ‘making her phone charge slower’. She is one of the angriest and most short tempered people I know, yet I think she pulls off the frustrated pout and narrowed eyes very well. It doesn’t matter much to me.

“I’m not gonna ask what’s up with you because you got mad when I did.”

She looks forward again and we are still walking. Her house is still a few blocks down. I think she’s getting tired, too. I shouldn’t have dragged her to get milk tea with me. This path is too narrow to fit the two of us.

I walk in front of her and I can hear her tongue clicking out of annoyance. I bend down and stretch my arms, “Get on my back”.

I feel weight shifting onto my upper back, her long hair is tickling my neck but I don’t mind. Her arms are tired, slow in their movements as they wrap around me too, her head on my right shoulder and she does not say a word in all of it.

“Thank you.” she is whispering to me a few minutes later, and I think I am getting tired too. My legs want to give out. They don’t because I don’t let them.

It’s another 10 minutes and I’m at her front door, unlocking it using the key in her wallet; her parents are on the couch and watching TV and I start to wonder what this would look like to them.

“Ajax?” Her mother turns her head around and is surprised to see me, considering I wasn’t calling to say I was coming over. I haven’t done that in months.

“Is she okay?”

“She’s just tired, that’s all.” I tell her and I try my best not to speak too loud in case the girl on my back wakes up. I can feel her breaths on my back, slow and controlled. I bring her upstairs to her room and I lay her on her bed. Her room has changed quite a bit since I had last been in it, her desk is much more organised than it was a few months ago.

I found myself rejecting her invitations to hang out in her room over the summer break.

I think if I were to be alone in a room with her for too long I would end up blurting it out. I would tell her I’ve loved her since we started being friends, and she’d kick me out of her house and never talk to me again. But now she’s sleeping and I think I’m okay, so I pull her blankets over her and whisper; “Goodnight, I love you”.

—

YOU: I have no idea what day it is. I feel sticky. I look around and after a few seconds I sigh out of relief, realising this is my house, and these are my bedsheets. I don’t remember how I got here, though, my uniform is still on and the last thing I can recall is me on Ajax’s back.

I reach for my phone but realise it’s dead. A post-it note is next to my nightstand, ‘You’re welcome for the ride back. Call me when you wake up You owe me’, and on the bottom right corner there is an ugly and disproportionate cat drawn.

He didn’t even have the courtesy to remove my socks for me, but I guess that’s fair because I don’t think I’d go anywhere near his feet either.

I plug my phone into my charger and wait. I don’t know if he wants me to call him, but I think I should, I want to.

28 days later and i’m back with this shitty fic — 130423

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #childe fluff #childe x reader #childe angst #childe x reader fluff #childe x reader angst #genshin angst #genshin fluff #genshin x reader fluff #genshin x reader angst #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia fluff #tartaglia angst

[moon-sang]

ᗷᖇEᗩKIᑎG ᑭOIᑎT ~ ᴅɪɴ ᴅᴊᴀʀɪɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

REQUEST: I would like where din and reader get into a heated argument about something (possibly almost losing grogu /not being careful enough or anything better you could come up with). din gets physical + hits reader then fluff at the end

I hope you like this anon. :)

SUMMARY: After half a week of seeing you not sleep at night, and you not telling him why, Din finally looses it. 

Happy ending. 

WARNINGS: Sleep deprivation, hallucinations, reader get’s hit, mature language, angst, fluff, gender-neutral reader, force-sensitive reader, Din is described as broader and taller than reader, angry!Din, pls tell me if i miss anything!

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You were tired. 

Kriff, you were so tired you felt like you could fall onto the floor, and still sleep. 

But that wasn’t an option. 

.....not after the last time you slept. 

You didn’t exactly have a plan of action... it wasn’t like you could never sleep again...  You were just... prolonging it. 

The nightmare still rung clearly in your head. Din’s limp body as he laid on top of Grogu, most likely shielding him from whatever killed them. Despite the fact it was a nightmare you could still feel the hot tears as they marked your skin. You sniffle at the mere thought of the nightmare... you’re not going through that again. And you certainly weren’t going to tell Din. You couldn’t. If you couldn’t save him in your dreams... then how were you going to save him in your reality? 

Din was definitely aware that you weren’t sleeping. Kriff he knew everything, had a sharp eye. When he had brought it up you made up the excuse that you  would “Stay up in bed in your own world for a few minutes before you nod off.” You didn’t expect the bounty hunter to believe it... but you at least hoped he would take the hint that you didn’t want to talk about it.  Of course he didn’t. So he asked again. “Why aren’t you sleeping?” 

“Just a little restless” You’d lie again. He never pushed past that point, he’d keep bringing it up, obviously concerned, but he never said anything more, not wanting to push boundaries. That was until you started hallucinating. 

It happened after a rather difficult bounty. Din was visibly agitated, hands gripping the controls of the Crest a little tighter than usual. The bounty put up a little more of a fight than he had expected, stabbing him in the shoulder. 

Purple bags loomed under your eyes, and your skin was more pale than usual, of course you covered it up best you could with makeup. It had been 5 days since you last slept. Your heavy eyes begged for a goodnight’s sleep, but as you had for the past few days, you ignored it. 

Grogu was sitting next to you, cozily sleeping, nuzzled in your left arm. “He’s so cute when he sleeps.” you whispered to Din, brushing your fingers through Grogu’s silk-like hair. Under the helmet Din raised a brow. Who? “Who’s so cute when they sleep?” Din almost cautiously asked. “Grogu, duh.” You chuckle, still stroking your hand through his grey hairs. Din spun around on his seat. “Y/n?.... Tell me... where is Grogu.. now?” he questions. You raise a brow at Din, baffled. “He’s right here... can’t you see him, he’s sitting next to me, asleep. Din felt as his gloved fingers clenched together then unclenched. He was sure you could see the steam coming out of his helmet. You cock your head at him. “Din... are you ok? If you want I can pilot the Crest, whilst you go for a nap.” You offered. Din stands up, and approaches you, menacingly. Once his arms length from you he stares at you. “I’m not the one who needs a nap.” He growled. “What?” You ask, features laced in confusion. “We left the kid with Peli two days ago, so we could get the bounty. We’re going to pick him up now, he’s not on the Crest.” He seethed. You felt your chest stiffen. Were you hallucinating? No, you could still see him... this was a joke, he was right next to you, you could feel his small breath on your arm. “is this some sort of joke?!” you whisper-yell. Din grits his teeth, shaking his head, trying to keep his cool. “You’re going to bed, and i’m not going to leave until I am sure you are sleeping.” He practically yells. Without a moment to process what he was saying Din yanks you up off the co-pilot’s seat. “Wha- hey! No!” You yell as he practically dragged you down into the hull. You try pulling away from him but his hold was not letting loose. Kriff you forgot how strong he was. You weren’t going to sleep... that nightmare made you suffer, and so did the one before that, and so on. So you did the next thing that came to mind. Knowing it wouldn’t hurt him, due to his armour, you lift a crate in the Crest up with the force. It hovered in the air, and then smacked into the side of Din’s helmet. Din stumbles, and the minute of shock gave you the advantage to twist out of his grip. 

You took two large steps away from him. “Why won’t you just sleep?! It’s not like i’m asking you to kill someone!” he yells. Tears blurred your vision. You found yourself hiccuping every few breaths. You can’t tell him why... just need to tell him more excuses, he’ll stop worrying then. “I’m restless! I told you that! Plus, I want to check on the kid before I sleep and --” Din cuts you off. “Stop making up excuses and just tell me why you won’t sleep!” Din again yells. “You can’t force me to tell you something I don’t want to tell you Din, fuck off, just drop it!” You scream voice turning hoarse. Din walks over to you, you find yourself taking a few steps back, until your back hits the cold wall of the Crest. Din hovered over you. Fuck he was tall. Your breathing picked up, but you weren’t going to give in, he could just learn to drop some things. “Go to sleep.. now” It wasn’t an order it was a command, one not to be questioned. But of course you pushed. “No! You wouldn’t sleep either if you knew what was going on!” You yell, tears now spilling over and streaking your face. “Then tell me what’s going o-” You cut him off, already knowing what he was going to ask of you. ”No!” you shout straight to his visor. Then there was a harsh pain. It blossomed in your cheek and shot up to your head instantly. You found your body hitting the crest floor from the impact. Your hand cradled your now tender cheek in your palm. You look up at Din, who still stood above you, chest heaving. Your glossy eyes were reflected back at you through his visor. Your mouth was agape, any anger evaporated and turned into pure shock. Your whole body was tense, and you were sure Din’s was too. 

What the kriff just happened? Din internally screams at himself. Did he... Did he just... h-hit you? He couldn’t talk, couldn’t breathe for that matter. He had never been that angry around you... he wished he could undo the action. The fear in your eyes felt like a dagger being plunged deeply into his heart. What had he done. Your cheek was red... kriff did he even hold back a little? He forgot how much bigger he was compared to you.. he could have really hurt you. “Mesh’la... I-... I’m sorry!” He instantly whispers, dropping down to where you layed still in utter shock. Your breath’s were shaky and your whole body trembled when he pulled your hand away from your cheek. What made him think he could do that?! His hand gently ran over your cheek and you winced in pain. “I’m... cyare.. I-” You yet again cut him off. “Nightmares.” you breathe out, sniffling shortly after. “W-...what?” Din gasps, surprised you’re even talking to him. “I’m not..” You sniffle, taking in a shaky breath. “I keep having nightmares... every night.” You sob. “I can’t deal with them anymore, I-I didn’t want to tell you be-because I was too embarrassed.” you cry, heavy sobs wracking your body. Din felt guilty now. If he had known you were in pain he would have approached you more gently, he just thought you were trying to get a reaction out of him. “I.. I’m sorry, I didn’t.... know.” .... he doesn’t  give you a chance to reply when he speaks again. “You shouldn’t be embarrassed to tell me about a nightmare, everybody has them.” he whispers, tucking a loose strand of your h/c hair behind your ear. You nod. “But you need to sleep cyar’ika.” he huffs out. Frantically you shake your head. Din sighs. “I’m going to stay with you ok... and if I think you’re having a nightmare I’ll wake you up.” Din offers. You shake your head slowly. Instead of getting angry this time, Din offers more. “Would you like me to do something else then, that will help you sleep?” He gently whispers, voice like honey, despite the modulator. He really just wanted to help you... maybe you should meet him in the middle, no matter if it was a little scary to sleep. “C-Could you .....hold me... until I fall asleep?” You practically whisper. Din doesn’t even reply when he picks you up, bridal style and walks you over to his cot. After you climb in he lays next to you, pulling you into the comfort of his bare arms. He must have taken the beskar off when you were climbing in. Immediately your tired eyes fall shut... and instead of forcing them back open like you had so many other times, you let them have some rest. 

The last thing you felt was the rim of Din’s thumb rubbing soothing circles on your skin, and a small kiss on your head, before you fell straight asleep. 

And this time you had dreams. 

I’m sorry I feel like I didn’t incorporate as much fluff as I wanted to, I know you said you wanted a fluffy ending, but I couldn’t think of what to add! Anyway I hope you still like it and if you want anything changed just msg me <3

#Angst #Din Djarin x reader #Mando x reader #Din x reader #Mandalorian x reader #Mando x you #Din Djarin x you #Din x you #Mandalorian x you #Fluffy #So much angst #Mando x y/n #The Mandalorian #Nightmares

[bubupop]

They dream YOU cheated on them

I thought it was funny idk im just a silly little girl writing my silly little fantasies from my silly little mind (if i don’t they haunt me) using this silly little characters. TW it may be considered hurt to comfort kinda stuff idk how to genre this pls help ---------

Mammon is startled awake. A painful throbbing in his chest, ragged breathing and pale faced. In short, he’s a mess. If you were awake you would be extremely concerned for his well-being, but you aren’t. You’re peacefully asleep, curled next to him, hands still laced together as you try to steal all the warmth in his back, glued like a cat. He’s still wide-eyed and the image from his nightmare keeps appearing over and over, tormenting him. If he weren’t already living in literal hell he would’ve thought he fell somehow deeper and his soul was being tortured. It hurt, it hurt and it didn’t even happen and he couldn't help the way his eyes got wet because he didn’t even notice he was crying. He actually had to separate himself from you and as you notice his body missing from your arms, you jolt awake. You just heard a sob, didn’t you? As you rush to hold his face and asking what’s wrong over and over he can’t even bring himself to tell you, it’s stupid and dumb but it hurt him so, so much, MC. Hold him tightly, don’t let go as you rub circles into his skin and tell him over and over how much you love him, you adore him and he is your one and only, the most perfect first-man and the demon you want to spend all eternity with. Keep whispering sweet nothings until he falls back asleep in your arms.

Feeling cold was highly unusual for you, especially since Belphegor was a rather warm demon. Besides being cold, waking not being in a mess of limbs was even weirder. Never spoken, it was a silent agreement that your dear demon was rather clingy. Clinginess disguised as trying to use you as a pillow, of course. Thing is, at this point in your relationship, separating Belphie from your body was easier said than done, the brothers risked tearing you apart before detaching him from you. So, you already feel a weird vibe when the first thing you see as you open your eyes is his back. Weird. Weird. Weird. Maybe he’s playing hard to get? As you try to snake your hands around his waist he actually lightly smacks you and pulls away. Huh? How dare he get you so used to his body and now depriving you from it! As you raise and let yourself on top of him you ignore his hissing and whatever, he won’t do anything to you. He would never, ever again. Noticing you won’t move he stops fighting it but still won’t move, and now you’re uncomfortable in an awkward position, you didn’t think this through, as always. You move to stare him right in the eyes and ask what’s wrong. You have to pry multiple times until he finally murmurs his newest nightmare, you almost want to laugh until you notice how serious your baby is. He mumbles about how it makes sense, he’s hurt you before and therefore could never trust him completely, he understands that and yet… And you shut him up with a tender kiss right in his cheek. Silly, silly boy. Rubbing your noses together you chuckled as his arms pressed you tight against his chest while he sobbed. Needless to say both of your eyes were puffy and Asmo was horrified, but you were happy.

Satan is pissed. But he doesn’t even know why. All he knows is from the moment he opened his eyes he was ready to punch the throat of whoever came into sight. None of his brothers dared approach him as his threatening aura was more than enough to keep even the measly entities roaming the Devildom away. The only one who had the audacity to approach such fearsome devil was you, as usual. This time, however, something weird happened. He tends to feel better, warmer and happier when you’re by his side and while he felt better than he did minutes ago he still somehow feels angry, a kind of rage boiling in the pit of his stomach was brewing and he wasn’t sure why, and that was enraging him more. Why couldn’t he be more than his sin?! He thought he was getting better but all he feels now is anger and he thought he had already gotten over that phase with your help and… and… And now he’s a little numb. It wasn’t until Solomon offered to hypnotize him, to find the root of the problem as he was too exasperated being angry at the air, that he found out what was wrong. It was a motherfucking dream he did not even remember at this point, boy did he want to punch the air again. But he didn’t, he talked to you about the dream and after soft caresses and petting a bunch of stray kittens he actually felt lighter than ever. His mood had changed so drastically some students thought an apocalypse was coming and a mess almost happened in the Devildom, but hey, your man is in a tender mood feeling reassured and cared for.

You were a pigeon in your dreams, flying happily around the air minding your bird business when you hit a window. But that window felt too feathery-like, and the falling felt all too real. It made sense when you woke up, abruptly, on the floor with a feather in your mouth. Huh. Lucifer was wide eyed, completely startled, staring at you from the higher ground (aka the bed) in his demon form. You can’t even be mad, you don’t even know what to feel. What kind of weird room-com movie was this scene from? Feels like a low budget experimental one. It takes Lucifer a minute to compose himself and get out of bed to aid you. His hands feel strangely tense when helping you up and he’s trying not to look at you. Lu–, MC you have to take the feather out of your mouth, Lucifer what the fuck was that. When he claims it was nothing you don’t believe him but also don’t feel like scrutinizing. And you didn’t, until his body became stiff when you tried to cuddle him. Now, mister man, what’s wrong? Like the stubborn prideful buffoon he is, you have to blackmail the answer out of his lips, and he admits, rather shamefully, that it was a dream that caused all that. You stare at him, and he stares at you, and you stare at each other. Yes, a buffoon indeed. Smacking his chest lightly as you roll over and go back to sleep you roll your eyes, you’ll make fun of him in the morning.

#obey me headcanons #obey me brothers #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me mamon #obey me belphegor #obey me brothers x mc #obey me mc #they're idiots #hurt to comfort i think idk

[thehollowwriter]

Summary: A Mallejade fic in which overblot Malleus looms in his little fortress of blot and thorns, drowning in thoughts past, present and future

(Pls reblog and leave a comment ❤)

Somnus

"Jade?"

"Yes, Malleus?"

"You won't leave me, right?"

Gold and olive shifted to meet emerald green.

"Of course not."

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The silence was defeaning.

Malleus dared not breathe, ink clouding his vision and thorns curling into every nook and cranny.

They could not leave. They could not leave him and he could not be alone.

 They would not leave him now.

"They are all at peace"

Malleus' thoughts were rampant and sluggish, swallowed by blot. Basic words and concepts flowed loosely, stumbling around as his mind tried to remain clear despite the thick black fog settling over it.

Peace. They were at peace. His family were safe and they would not leave him.

Family? What family? ...Ah. 

Dull green eyes shifted to Lilia, Sebek and Silver.

They were placed next to each other inside the nest carefully crafted from thorns and shredded furniture, close to Malleus because they were his and he will not let them slip from his grasp.

The prefect had been placed there too, curled on their side with Grim in their arms.

His first friend. His favourite human. Safe and sound with him.

A soft groan broke the silence.

Malleus looked down, ready to tear apart whoever disturbed his family's well earned peace, eyebrows lifting in surprise to find someone curled in his arms.

Teal hair and thick black stripe framed a delicate, sleeping face and sharp pointed teeth just barely poked through pale plump lips.

His mind attempted to swim through the fog to find the name. F... No... J... Jade.

Yes. Yes, Jade. His beloved. His mate.

The Octavinelle vice did nothing but turn slightly, his grip on Malleus' arms tightening just a little.

He was fine.

To Malleus' right lay Azul and Floyd. They were not of any particular interest to him, but they were Jade's family, therefore they were his family too.

He had made sure his family- or hoard, if you will- was comfortable enough, but only Jade had a place in his arms. His beautiful, precious Jade.

Malleus shifted so be could cradle the back of Jade's head with his hand. He stroked Jade's cheek with his free hand  staining the pale skin with ink.

A memory forced itself through the dreadful fog.

Jade had been concerned for him before all of... this happened. Before Malleus had granted every single student here eternal peace and happiness.

Malleus could remember, through a curtain of haze, Jade asking him if he was alright during the party. Those beautiful heterochromatic eyes gleaming with concern. Concern for him.

When Malleus began to cast his unique magic, Jade turned uncharacteristically frantic, tugging at his arm and asking- no, begging- him to stop what he was doing.

It hurt Malleus to ignore his beloved, especially in such a state of alarm, but he had done what he had to do. It was better this way. Better for Jade and himself.

Malleus pressed Jade to his chest and wrapped his arms around him. Lilia, Sebek and Silver were important to him, yes, but Jade was his partner. His everything.

Jade had been his second friend, after the prefect, and the first person to show a genuine interest in what he had to say about gargoyles. Their conversation at that wonderful hotel carried into the night, Jade happy to listen to him talk about them while telling him all about mushrooms afterwards.

Their unlikely friendship grew into... something else after some time. Six months ago, Malleus poured his heart out to Jade, confessing and kissing him under the moonlit sky in Diasomnia.

Since the very second Jade kissed back, Malleus had been thinking about their future.

He would introduce Jade to his grandmother and later the entirety of the Valley of Thorns. Jade would be heralded as a prince. Future king at Malleus' side.

They two of them would be married one day and the celebration would be so grand it put every single one of Kalim's feasts to utter shame. Just the thought of it, imagining Jade dressed in the Valley of Thorns' black and gold wedding regalia, made Malleus shiver with delight.

They would make love, eventually. It was a boundary Jade was wary to cross, but that didn't matter. He would come around in time. 

Nights of endless pleasure, everything in the cruel world outside fading away until it was just the two of them and a bed covered in rose petals. It would be soft, loving and gentle. Slow and deliberate.

They would most certainly have children. Oh yes, that was a prospect that kept Malleus up at night. More than one, so they would not be alone, and they would have both parents to pour love into them until they hatched.

Time would fly by, their children would grow up. Malleus would age slowly. Jade would... not.

Malleus glanced down at Jade and tightened his grip. He ran his pitch black fingers through Jade's hair, matting it with globs of blot.

Malleus did not like thinking about their future for too long.

Mers had a longer life span than humans, but only for a little bit. Fae outclassed all known dominant species by a landslide, their lifespans extending well into the hundreds and sometimes even the thousands.

Malleus would stay young and strong while Jade aged rapidly. His life would be snuffed out in the blink of an eye. If their children took after him too much, then they would follow soon after.

Malleus would be alone once more.

That is why he had to do this. Jade can't leave him if he's like this. 

A low growl made Malleus turn his head to look behind him.

His blot beast made a low rumbling sound, claws digging into the ground and tail swishing from side to side.

Malleus moved and turned Jade around so the beast could leer at the eel,  making a soft noise of curiosity.

Malleus said nothing as the inkwell gently bumped against Jade's head, simply watching it all play out. It pulled away, letting a sound that could almost be described as a purr.

"MiNe."

It's voice was garbled. Wet. Layered and echoey. 

Malleus nodded in approval. "Yes." He said softly. "Mine."

He smiled down at Jade, who shifted again, and crooned. "You will awaken one day, my love." He whispered.

He kissed Jade gently, painting his lips black.

"And when that day comes you will become my prince. And what a beautiful prince you will make."

-End

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A/N: I really hope you all enjoyed! Om quite proud of this fic since I never write Malleus. I think I wrote him pretty well.

Tagging: @krenenbaker @azulashengrottospiano @jaylleoo14 @the-banana-0verlord @honey-milk-depresso @minteasketches @officialdaydreamer00 @whspermy-name @spud-soup I'm spreading my MalleJade agenda

#mallejade #malleus draconia x jade leech #malleus draconia #jade leech #diasomnia #octavinelle #twisted wonderland #one shot #overblot #writing #twst chapter 7 spoilers #chapter seven spoilers

[houndslayr]

Albedo x Dragon M!Reader Pt.2

Request rules

[Pt.1]

Gender: M! Reader

Pairing(s): Albedo x Dragon hybrid reader & PLATONIC Klee

Warning: Blood, Violence, Death, Stabbing, Mentions of marking, you almost dying, slight yandere Albedo, Fluff at the end, etc.

Summary: Albedo has to leave to go to a meeting in Monstadt, leaving you alone, or at least that's what he thought.

A/n: I rewrote this in an hour while high cause I didn't like my first idea for pt.2 so it might be a little janky. Anywho I kinda changed what the reader looked like, he still looks like storm terror but if toothless and storm terror had a baby. Also someone pls send a Diluc request, I wanna write for him but I have no idea for a plot

Words: 2.5k

Fem aligned dni

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His pale hands delicately rest again on the sheer cold metal bars of your cage, a small smile tugs at his thin lips watching you groom your wings ignoring him. You were huddled up on the other side of the cage wrapped in a nest of blankets he had provided when he noticed you shivering on the floor. It had been a few weeks since he had taken you, the wound on your leg had mostly healed enough for you to walk around on it for a short period of time. Albedo has to embark to Monstadt for a meeting with the other knights for a few days which means he will have to leave you alone for a few days. He had just put enough food and water to last you till he gets back, he had been promising you that he would be back as fast as he can, not that you were listening to whatever he was saying.

You weren't as scared of the alchemist anymore, now you were mostly just annoyed by his presence and acts. You knew he was leaving for a bit which gave you more time to think of ways to escape, once you got out you were leaving Dragonspine for good and moving somewhere far. You glance up at him as he takes one final glimpse at your human form murmuring a bye then turns to start his descent down the mountain to the city.

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Your ears twitch hearing the crunching of snow, you immediately get on guard of course it could be an animal but Albedo has only been gone for 2 days which was not enough for him to make it to the city and back. Your (e/c) eyes stared at the path leading up to the camp waiting for whatever was out there to show itself, but when Albedo steps out you stare in utter confusion. The man looked like Albedo but there were a few different characteristics like his smell it didn't smell like his captor usually did, he used a different posture, but most of all the golden star-shaped marking on his neck was missing.

He doesn't seem to notice you at first, the Albedo in front of you seemed lost in thought like his mind wasn't with him. He investigates the camp for an instant, only noticing that he wasn't alone when he hears a low baritone growling coming from his right. Spinning around he is met with an alluring sight of a large dragon, it's feather-like scales puffed up on edge, razor-sharp teeth on display. He lets out a gasp shuffling closer to you, his gloved hands gripping onto the cage bars as his eyes seem to sparkle. "Wow, I know he was hiding something but... this is huge" Your keen eyes narrow at him, if you didn't trust the regular Albedo then you sure as shit weren't going to trust this copy of him. "You're absolutely stunning, I couldn't imagine why he would want to hide you away from everyone... well, he was always a greedy man." He was fine until he did something stupid that he would come to regret, it was only when he reached his hand to try to pet you. Within seconds his arm was pinned to the bottom of the cage, your huge claws ripping into his skin tearing it. The man screams out in pain as blood-like liquid pools out from the fresh wounds, he tries to yank his arm from your grasp which only makes the lesion worse.

After a few minutes of struggling you finally let up and he quickly steals his arm back, clutching it to his chest. "You're going to regret that, I'll fucking make sure of it." Fake Albedo curses you out as he stumbles over into the camp to grab some medical supplies Albedo keeps around. You huff at him as you lick off the blood on your claws, if anything he should be glad you didn't take the whole arm from his shoulder.

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During the whole meeting with the knights, Albedo was restless his leg bouncing up and down, a look of disinterest displayed across his face. He was scared something could happen to you, someone might find you, or you might even escape and run away. Once the meeting was over he quickly grabs all of his stuff, almost sprinting out of the building. He briskly made his way to the gates and started on his hike to the mountains, if he hurried he could make it by nightfall.

Although I guess luck wasn't on his side as a pair of ruby red eyes follow him, a smile on her face as she sees him. She jogs up to him asking if she could come up with him and stay with him ask Kaeya and Jean are "too busy!" He shakes his head, with a small sorry. "Not right now... maybe later." She pouts and tries to get him to reconsider but he stands firm in saying no. Klee eventually leaves him alone to make the ascend up the mountain, little does he know that she was gonna follow him up the day later after going back and asking Jean.

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The clone had bandaged up his arm, now he ambles over towards you, a crazed look in his eye, and a smirk graces his lips. He wields what you could presume is a fairly large dagger, twirling it around in his hand before pointing it at you. "What is it that they say? An eye for an eye?" He jeered at you with a slight sneer at the end, the twin promptly grabs a hold of your horn dragging your head closer to him.

Sheer pain courses through you as the dagger plunges inside your left wing, a howl of pain escapes you as you start to thrash around eyes blown wide but the fake Albedo doesn't cease his grip on you in fact he tightens his grip all the white digging the dagger in deeper. Your large body slams against the cage making it dent out a little. At your pain, the other man lets out a sadistic laugh, now you wished you would have taken his whole arm. The blood that was gushing out was tremendous, if the blood that came out of his arm was big then this was enormous.

A strike from your tail makes him finally let go of the blade and your horn, the panic was now mixing with anger as you see red. A loud snarling sound emits from your throat as you lunge at him, the bars finally snapping from all the burden on them from the past weeks. His laughing falters as a look of dread creeps upon his face, and his sword quickly materialized in his non-damaged hand. A thundering roar left you surged forward knocking him back into one of Albedo's workspaces, letters and paintings were now scattered all across the snow-topped ground. He cursed as he wiped a bit of blood from his split lip, fake Albedo readied his sword with a challenging look in his eyes. "Alright, time to get serious" He taunted with a huff, that crazed look never leaving his aqua eyes.

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You both were weak, now huffing for any air that could grace your lungs. Everything you did to him was in vain, if you ripped an arm clean off he would just grow most of it back, of course, you could see that it weakened him each time but he still hurt you more than you could hurt him. You had broad gashes all over your body, with each step or dodge you made they seem to rip more, the camp was now caked in bloodshed, whether it was his or yours is a mystery.

A shout makes both of your heads snap towards the source, it was Albedo. The real Albedo, his sword was already drawn as a look of indignation is laid out across his face. You take this moment as the other Albedo is still in shock to knock him down a peg, you push him down on the red ground claws digging into his chest. What you didn't foresee was the sword stabbed into you, a sound of horror escapes you as he takes his chance to push you off and roll out from under you.

You collapse to the ground as exhaustion takes you, your ears ring as your heart starts to slow. Blood oozing from your wounds seems to never slow, you watch above you as the two Albedos fight. You can somewhat hear them shouting at each other, you can presume they are insulting each other but the ringing is getting louder. Before you close your eyes the real Albedo stabs into the fake, thick oozing "blood" gushes out of the newly made wound. Fake Albedo lets out a screech, dropping his sword and grabbing the one that is sliced through him.

Your vision starts to get blurry before it gives out to the darkness completely, the buzzing that was around you seems to silence as you accept the cold embrace of whatever darkness holds you.

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The sound of someone laughing with another, one voice was monotoned and the other was a high-pitched kid's voice. It takes a few tries but eventually your eyes open, a huff of surprise leaves your throat as you stare eye to eye with huge fire-red eyes and a large toothy smile. Your head jerks back as you look from the little human elf thing to the alchemist that was writing something in his notebook or maybe he was sketching you didn't really know and didn't care enough.

You could tell you were still in your dragon form, thinking that makes your eyes snap to your body to look at the injuries. Bandages were all over your body, they were all coated read beneath them. But one thing that drew your notice was your wings, they were clipped to prevent you from flying away, Albedo must've done that while you were out. That high-pitched voice chirps out happily that you were awake, which makes Albedo look over at you with a soft smile. Your brain was running at a million miles right now, all you could think about is what the fuck was happening. Who is this child, where is fake albedo, and how are you alive? The blood on the ground was gone now, not even a drop was in site, the only thing that pointed to a battle here was you.

The elf child kept babbling on about herself, her "brother" or Albedo, whoever this kaeya was, and everything else to you. You try to move your body but even a little shift made a shock of pain course through you. "I wouldn't advise from moving" Albedo drawled out, his eyes not leaving whatever he was doing in that leather notebook. You skewed your head towards the little girl in red as she rest her tiny hands against your snout, not even the slightest bit afraid of you.

With a huge grin, she gazes at you, oh how it made your heart ache to be young again where you never saw the horrors of the world. "I'm Klee! You should already know my brother Albedo!" She laughed, her arms moving around your neck to hug you. "You're so soft and fluffy!" Klee's hands run through your feathers before catching you by surprise again as she stuffs her full face into you giggling. You were always so careful and gentle with children, you could never bring yourself to hurt them in any way.

"Klee maybe you should get some sleep, it's getting quite late I already have your bed ready." Albedo says with a smile towards her, as she pulls back frowning complaining that you were comfier than the makeshift bed but he eventually got her off you and into bed by the warm fire. Only once he said it did you notice it was nearing night, dusk quickly approaching.

You took this time of him tucking her in and reading her a story to examine the rearranged campsite, some paintings, and drawings of you were hung up on the walls surrounding the camp. Your ear twitches as you hear Albedo shuffling to get up, setting the book of fairytales on the nearest desk. His ocean eyes snap over to you, he still holds that nice smile there was no malicious intent behind it you could detect. "Now that she is asleep, you must have so many questions, hm?" He quips, his eyebrow raised with a playful smile tugging at those pale thin lips. You nod as he chuckles and moseys over towards you, sitting down against you as he recalls everything that happened.

Finally, he lets out a yawn as he closes his eyes and starts to drift, it bewildered you that he was so calm that you were out and could run. Well, could try to run with your injuries. Shaking your head, you rest it against the ground staring at the flames flickering against the cold air getting lost in the sea of your thoughts. The thing that rips you out of that sea was the fact another body curls up to Albedo and you, your (e/c) eyes shift over to see Klee and Albedo using you as a bed. This pulled your heartstrings, of course as soon as you were better you would get the hell out of there but something made you long for this. A family. One that you didn't have since humans were greedy creatures, they take and take never giving back till nothing stands. You were the last of your kind, your species of dragons now thought to be extinct for decades.

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You awoke to the smell of eggs and meat cooking, sniffing the air your mouth watering, and the smell made your belly grumble. You open your (e/c) eyes, glancing down at yourself and realizing you are in your human form. One of Albedo's coats was wrapped around your body, not that you needed it but the coat was soft and comfy so who were you to complain? Looking back up you see Albedo and Klee laughing about something before Albedo glances at you with the biggest smile you have seen from him. "Look like someone is having a bad hair day." He chuckles out, you only responding with a small growl still too tired to say anything. "Hungry?"

Albedo goes back to working on things at his workspace as Klee now bothers you, asking you a million questions a second before she gasps quickly pushing your head to the side lightly. "LOOK! You have the same marking as Albedo on the side of your neck!" She shouts excitedly in your ear which makes you flinch a little, you move your fingers over the area in question and she was right. You could feel the mark on the side of your neck, it felt like a birthmark or a mole. You were stunned that was never there, and you knew that.

You look at Albedo but he just has a sly smirk on his face, as he shrugs. "I have to mark what's mine, right?" He says smugly to you, Klee not hearing it as she blathers on about how cool it was that you and Albedo are connected. Oh, how he was gonna be the death of you.

Also, you guys won't believe it but I have ANOTHER Albedo x M! reader in my drafts. He's not even my favorite character but he's so fun to write. (Also got a childe fic too but idk if I will finish it.) Someone pls send in a Diluc request cause I wanna write for him but I got no clue for a plot

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The idea for this fic randomly came to me at midnight (about an hour ago) so naturally, I wrote it now instead of waiting.

I've watched The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974) a few times in the past weeks and I realised the incredibly odd relationship between Franklin and Nubbins (the hitchhiker) and I just had to write something.

Warning: mentions of blood and injury (also pls ignore any grammatical/spelling mistakes I'm tired af)

Blood runs thicker than water

"Blood runs thicker than water"

Or at least that's what Franklin always heard as a kid. The saying never really occurred to him as something important when he was younger. Now, in his twenties, it made more sense. Family was important, after all.

Blood was thicker than water.

Sometimes he'd think on the way he was treated as a child. He was frequently teased at school, pushed around and called names that he would never have the fortune of forgetting. This led to him rarely attending school, though it wasn't like home was much better. At home he was constantly babied and treated as fragile, or entirely ignored as if he were not there. As much as he hated thinking of it, even his dear sister Sally was guilty of this at times.

It had happened again just earlier, Sally walking off with the others and simply leaving Franklin with the promise that they would "be back soon". Franklin sunk back into his wheelchair.

Blood was running thinner.

That day, he spent a lot of time isolated with his thoughts. The others had left again, to explore the old Hardesty house. Franklin was a Hardesty, yet they'd still abandoned him. He was foolish enough to believe Sally would maybe take him with them, but she didn't even stop to say goodbye to him before they left.

Water may have well been thicker than blood.

He fiddled with the bandage on his arm, picking at the threads. They'd picked up a hitchhiker earlier. A lanky figure with black hair and a red mark streaked across his face, contrasting his pale skin. Franklin had thought about him a lot in the past hour or so, more than he'd like to admit. The man was intriguing as far as Franklin was concerned. Franklin was the only one who had properly spoken to him, he understood how it was to be ignored. He found the way the dark haired man spoke too fast and stumbled over his words, to be interesting, despite the man not making much sense when he spoke.

Franklin recalled how the man had stolen his pocket knife and sliced his own hand open. Franklin still wondered how somebody could do that to themselves. The hitchhiker wasn't in the van much longer after that. Before he was kicked out, he had run his own blade deep across Franklin's arm, the razor rusty. Sally cleaned him up.

Water was thicker than infected blood.

Thinking about this, Franklin realized that the cuts meant something more. The hitchhiker had stolen his knife to slash his own hand. The mans blood was on Franklin's knife. The hitchhiker then sliced Franklin with his razor. Franklin's blood was on the man's razor. He had connected the two. He had bonded them through blood. Franklin remembered the old saying.

"Blood runs thicker than water"

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