#[ wake up from snoring open dms ] | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 days

Text

Winter's King 8

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, cheating, violence, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You are a maid to the Duke of Debray, a lord of the Summer Kingdom. That is, until the king of Winter appears with his particular air of coldness. (Medieval AU)

Characters: Geralt of Rivia

Note: yo, work is driving me nuts.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Please do not just put ‘more’. I will block you.

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

Lady Jazlene, a queen by marriage, cries herself to sleep. You stay until she snores and snuff the candle as you leave her on her stomach atop the stuffed mattress. You emerge between the guards and wonder if they keep people out or keep her in.

They don’t react to you. No one really does. A shadow approaches. The thickset man grunts at you as the moonlight shines off his dark mail. Bryce waits patiently as you near him. He turns and walks beside you in silence.

Much of the camp is asleep. The only fires that remain are those of the soldiers on watch for marauders and bandits. Your soles kick loose pebbles and trample flattened grass further. You yawn as you reach the luggage carts and find the one you rode in. The grey horse is tie to the axle, dozing on its feet with puffing nostrils.

“The road will not get any less turbulent,” Bryce warns as he grabs his bedroll from across his mount’s rump. “You will need sleep, maid.”

“Thank you, sir,” you lift the canvas draped over the back of the wagon.

He grumbles and unfurls his roll across the dirt. You climb up and nestle down beneath the cover, pressed against a chest as you curl up. You hear the soldier lay down with a groan, “...too sweet...”

You close your eyes and rest your head on a bent arm. The darkness quickly swallows you up into slumber and the day fades into obscurity. You’re not conscious long enough to dread the one ahead.

As the sun rises, heat gathers in the cart. You wake in a damp sweat, nearly suffocating as you gulp up cool air. You slip down onto your feet and grab onto the cart to keep from stumbling. Bryce grunts as your soles crunch on the ground.

“Eh, where’re you off to?” He sneers.

You look down at him. His eyes are still closed as his grey steed sniffs at the dirt close to him.

“Sir, I... I haven’t... relieved myself since... erm, well...”

“Go on, but not too far,” he opens his eyes and sits up. “Holler if you meet trouble.”

The horse huffs into his steely hair and he pets its nose. He grabs onto its reins and hauls himself up. You quickly spin and flit away. You go off into the brush where its thick and squat down, your skirts gathered above your knees. You miss the springs behind the castle where you would bathe with the other maids, you could use a wash now.

You finish up and peer over the stretch of bodies, horses, and carts. You set off back toward the cart and as you come in sight of Bryce, he unties a dented kettle from his saddles. You feel much better without the pressure beneath your guts.

“I could fetch water,” you offer.

He looks over his shoulder. You think you surprised him.

“Quiet mouse,” he mutters and faces you, gripping the bent handle, “I can manage a potful of water.”

“Yes, sir, I only was being helpful.”

“You stay, take Daisy to find some fresh grass,” he points to the horse.

“Daisy?” You look at the beast, “is that her name?”

He shrugs and stalks off. You go to the reins and loose them. You glance around and lead her over to an unyellowed swath of grass. She dips her long neck and grazes, tearing the strands noisily as her teeth clack. You pet her ear as she comes rather close to the hem of your skirt.

Heavy steps tramp up behind you. You don’t bother looking as you assume it’s Bryce. Those who are stirring are barely able to lift themselves out of their rolls. The lazy rise of dawn does not inspire fastidiousness as the clouds haze amber and rose.

“Fine horse,” the king’s timbre rumbles over you.

You turn and bow your head, “your highness.”

He inhales through his nose before he speaks again, “are you a fast rider?”

“I’ve never... I don’t ride, your highness,” you reply, staring at his black mail, just at the center of his chest. “It isn’t my horse.”

“I know it, I thought perhaps...” he begins and shifts his weight in his boots, “you might’ve secreted away the mare. That you would be sick for your home.”

“Your highness? No, I wouldn’t--” You put your hand to your apron, “I am not a thief.”

He pauses and his thick fingers toy with his belt, fiddling with a leather purse, “that isn’t what I...” he blows out in exasperation, “I do not think you dishonest. In fact, you are the most honest creature I’ve met around here.”

You keep your eyes down, “I only mean to feed the horse.”

“Yes, I believe you,” he assures, his tone glum, “forgive my inference. Truly, it wasn’t intended as such.”

“I understand, your highness,” you say.

“It was a jape, a poor one, I suppose,” he hooks his thumb in his belt and turns to pace. “I wanted to thank you. I have yet to figure out how to handle Lady Jazlene but you keeping her company, I do appreciate it.” He stops and crosses his arms as he faces you again, “last night, what you heard and saw... we are strangers still, her and I.”

“I am a maid, your highness, I serve the lady and you now,” you reply, “that’s all I do.”

His arms bulge before he drops them, “yes, I suppose for you, the matters of nobility are dull.”

“It is not of my concern, your highness,” you say, “I am to see that all the wine and food and little things are taken care of.”

You peer up at the sky as the dimness slowly recedes. His figure looms below and he slowly treads closer. You squeeze the reins.

“You serve the queen, the king, and... a horse,” he reaches to touch its snout, dragging his knuckles along its grey fur. “Make certain we are fed and content.”

“Whatever is needed, your highness,” you answer and watch his hand stroke the horse.

“And what do you need?” He asks.

You quork your head and stick out your lip. It's an odd question. You have what you need. You have a place in the cart, you have some nuts left over from Bryce’s generosity, and you have some hours sleep behind you.

“Nothing, I think,” you say.

He scratches behind the horse’s ear, “and what do you want?”

You purse your lips. You think. Another strange inquiry. What should you want? That’s not something anyone ever worried for. You only troubled after what others wanted.

“I... I want to see the snow,” you say at last, “I think I dreamt of it but I can’t remember. I don’t really know what it would look like but I remember once Merinda spoke of it. She knew a stable hand who once lived in the north.”

He’s quiet. Your answer isn’t very interesting. To him, the snows must be so tedious. Nothing more than ordinary. He makes a clicking noise.

“I want to see the snow too,” he pulls his hand away from the horse and for a moment, he seems to reach for you, recoiling short of touching your grasp on the reins. He withdraws and presses his thumb to his teeth. He hums. “We have far to go before the snow...” he rasps, “should you require anything for the road ahead, you may ask.”

“That is kind, your highness, but I don’t expect I require much,” you assure, “thank you.”

“Mmm,” he drones as he faces the sunrise and sets his posture, “onward.”

He marches away as you stay and watch Daisy munch on the grass. You comb your fingers through her main, loosening the tangles. When another approaches, you glance over. Bryce tidies his own hair with his hands.

“Water is boiling, maid,” he declares, “I have some spare mint leaf for tea.”

“Yes, sir, thank you,” you smile down at Daisy and move out of reach of her teeth. “I will stay with the horse until she is done.”

“Hm, aye, I understand,” his forehead lines, “she is much more pleasant than I.”

He nods and turns back the way he came. You watch after him as he goes to sit before the hanging kettle, a low flame burning beneath it. He rolls his shoulders and hunches forward as he plants his elbows on his knees. These people of the Hinterlands are not so cold as they pretend.

⚔️

The long train continues through the lands. Some days slower than others. There are some where progress stops at midday in favour of passing through a village or approaching a nearby farm. The king departs from the larger party, riding with his soldiers to greet the commonfolk. Lady Jazlene refuses to accompany her husband in favour of her silk tent and wine.

The pauses in your trek makes you curious; you only ever heard of King Waleran showing his face to the citizens during the harvest festivals and self-aggrandizing ceremonies. You never saw the king yourself, only heard Lord Dustan and his wife resentfully complain of how the king never made the journey to Debray. Did he not recall that once a duchess was married to his great-uncle?

You spend the hours in Jazlene’s company. She wants her wine and mutton. You notice that her appetite for the former has grown since the first day’s travel. She even requested that some casks be sought during one of the king’s visits. He acted as if he did not hear her entreaty. Their few encounters since that first night have been terse and short, neither offering much more than a word or two.

The queen swirls her cup, watching the motion of the wine within. She giggles and puts it down, picking up the looking glass and admiring herself. She sits on a wooden stool, her skirts dusted with the dirt of the road. Despite the filth, she insists on sporting a new gown each day, no matter how extravagant.

“What a fool? To think he is wasting his time on commoners,” she trills, “you know, he should be here, worried about his wife and queen. Not married a week and all we’ve done is ride anon. I’ve had no wedding, no feast. How I am neglected for these dirty farmers.”

You say nothing. You’re not certain she recalls you’re there. She speaks to herself often as if her mother is there. A few times, she has even called for the duchess. Often when she’s nearly finished the bottle.

She pouts and sniffs. She drains the cup completely and puts it down heavily on the crate next to her. She grips the mirror with both hands and looks at her reflection. She contorts her face, sucking in her cheeks, pushing out her lips, turning her head this way and that.

“Aren’t I beautiful?” She nearly whispers. You don’t flinch. You stare at your hem. She sighs and stomps her foot, “I’m asking you!”

You peek up at her, surprised.

“Yes, your highness, you are very beautiful.”

She frowns, “you lie to me.”

“I wouldn’t lie, your highness.”

“Don’t argue with me,” she snarls and slams the mirror down, cracking the glass on the crate. She stands and blusters around, her skirts catching between her legs, “if I am beautiful, what makes me so, hm? Tell me!”

You stare at her. She is beautiful. You always thought so.

“Your hair, your curls, your highness, they are beautiful.”

She rolls her eyes, “just my hair?”

She wobbles slightly as she struts towards you.

“Your eyes. They are pretty too. And you have a nicely set nose. And your lips are finely curved, your highness,” you explain as she looms closer and closer.

“Hmph,” she stops, slouching drunkenly as she leans in to consider you, “of course you would say so. Look at you. So plain. An ugly handmaid.”

You stare back at her, a strike in your chest, then drop your gaze. It is the wine. She huffs, her alcohol-laden breath tinging your nose.

“The king,” she babbles as she turns on her heels, swaying dangerously, “we’ve only lain together our first night. It was... quick. He didn’t want me to sleep with him,” she raises a hand and flutters her fingers, “he shooed me away like some whore.” She spins and falls onto the stool, “if I am so beautiful, why does he not want me?”

You watch her. She isn’t looking for your answer. She’s talking to talk. Lady Rezlyn isn’t there so she has only herself and stagnant air trapped in the tent.

“It is my duty to have his babies. To give him heirs. I cannot do that if he will not touch me. But perhaps when are in one place, he might try again,” she smiles and lifts the broken mirror. She tilts it and lets her hand drift down to your bodice. She pushes her chest up, “when he lets me take this off, he will see. He will want me.”

She convinces herself as she preens at her reflection, “perhaps it won’t hurt.” She looks around and sees the bottle of wine. She grabs it by the neck. She grips it and wiggles it at you in the air. “He’s even thicker than this,” she puts the mirror down and balances the bottle on her palm as she circles her fingers around the bottom of the bottles neck, just before it rounds out, “and longer.”

You stare at the silk wall, mortified by her words. She giggles and the movement of her hand draws your eyes up. You watch from under your lashes as she brings her hands up and down the bottle neck.

“Mother says, just like this,” she pumps it, “that he should like it very much.” She stops and focuses on the bottle, “mmm, he is a man underneath it all.” She tosses the bottle away, “and I am a beautiful woman. He will want me.”

You lower your eyes again and twine your fingers together. You can’t help but feel bad for her. You only wish you had some words of wisdom or comfort to offer her. Or that she would hear them. You can’t help but touch the fading bruise along your stomach as you languish in the tepid silence. It’s better to let her forget you.

#geralt of rivia #dark geralt #dark!geralt #geralt of rivia x reader #fic #series #au #medieval au #the witcher #winter's king #dark fic #dark!fic

184 notes · View notes

mariacrow · 9 months

Note

hello my fellow ratchet apologist!! love your works! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

do you think you could write some sweet and cute sleeping hcs with Ratchet? I just wanna lay on him or him lay on me <3

(ps. this is ur opportunity to write those snoring hcs too 🤭)

thank you for your love on my works too! have a great day/night <3

ROOOOSE I was bouncing off DA WALLS when I saw ur request (it’s not like I immediately started bombing you with love in ur dms nope not at all- me? Naaah never)

THANK U SO MUCH AGAIN AGH!!! 🧡 One grumpy doc hc coming up fresh out da oven! 🚑 hope u like it, love ya 🧡

GRUMPY DOC LOVERS UNITE! 🚑🧡

ʚ Ratchet x reader ɞ

ﾟ｡ ⋆ ☁︎｡ ☽ sleeping headcanons ☾ ﾟ｡ ⋆ ☁︎｡

2nd person

female reader

WARNING: SNORING GRUMPY DOC!

Does he look like he needs sleep?? HE NEEDS ANSWERS!!!

Kidding. He definitely needs stasis. ASAP.

It would be hard to drag him away from work, you'd have to be stubborn to the point you annoy his way to bed

Later you'd realize puppy eyes and a pretty please also works on him which would make his cheek plates go slightly blue

He loves to have you next to him or on top of him, either way nicely tucked in, wrapped in a little blanket burrito because he can't risk you getting cold

His servos... oh his beautiful gentle servos... He'd play with your hair or rub your back to soothe you. He wouldn't speak much but here and there you might hear his handsome voice through a romantic whisper saying:

Ratchet: are you comfortable enough?

Ratchet: my sleeping beauty...

Did he do research on Disney princesses to find a proper nickname for you because you're his princess? Perhaps.

He would always watch over you before you fall asleep. Even when you do, he'd stay up a bit longer, listen to your peaceful breathing and focus on your calm heartbeat while dozens of thoughts would be running through his mind, keeping a tiny smile on his face

He always keeps one of his servos around you no matter what

He's a light sleeper so he'd hear every little shuffle you make and slightly open his optic to check on you. If your blanket has slid off of you, he'd gently tuck you back in every time and plant a soft kiss on your temple

If he really overworks himself (and I'm talking 3 days without stasis) a bomb could barely wake him up. If he ends up on his back, he snores, like, real loud. It would definitely wake you up and you'd be greeted by a funny sight of your old grumpy doc with an open mouth, shaking the whole base with his snoring

Considering you wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, you'd have to give him a little nudge or gently caress his face plate to which he'd mumble something in his sleep while getting comfortable on his side as he'd stop snoring

He always wakes up before you, no exceptions. He needs to wake up early and go back to work

He always gives you a kiss on the cheek or forehead before leaving. If you'd tug at his servo and tell him to stay a little longer, he'd refuse of course

But your sleepy little begging would drag him back to bed nevertheless. He'd stay for about 30 minutes longer, listen to your cute sleepy voice and yawning, smiling while having a little morning chit chat with you

He loves your messy morning hair, it's so adorable to him

If you have longer hair and prefer tying it while sleeping, in the morning he'd help you fix your ponytail/braid(s) (whatever you prefer). Same goes if you wear a bonnet, he'd make sure it doesn't fall off throughout the night as well

If you brush your hair, he'd love brushing it for you or make your braid(s) e.g., whatever you ask him to do. He isn't afraid of the size difference, he's confident and very gentle, he learned his way with you

If you oversleep often, he'd scold you the moment you show up, telling you how it's unhealthy and blahblah

If your sleeping schedule is not sleeping at all, ironically enough, he'd tell you not be like him and how sleep is necessary for your species, how stasis works differently, how you should blahblahblah he can be such a parent but he does that because he cares for you

If you're a morning person and go to bed on time, he'd praise you for that

He'd make sure you have breakfast every morning even if it means feeding you because breakfast is the most important meal of the day!!!

youtube

What I was listening to while writing this 🧡

Dividers belong to @dvluc , @firefly-graphics , @animatedglittergraphics-n-more 🧡

#transformers #transformers headcanons #transformers x reader #transformers prime #tfp #ratchet #tfp ratchet #ratchet x reader #tfp ratchet x reader #transformers ratchet #transformers fanfiction #autobots #tfp autobots

533 notes · View notes

steddio · 1 year

Note

Eddie finding Steve asleep sitting in the kitchen, waiting for the popcorn in the microwave, while the party are playing D&D. Eddie gently waking him up, accidentally letting some of his endearment show when he calls him angel and tells him to go get some sleep, that Eddie got it from here.

(I wrote a short little ficlet for this, I hope that's ok!)

“Alright! Enough!” Eddie tries and fails to be heard over the ruckus of seven teenagers each trying to get out of doing a task.

“Shut up!!!” he finally gets out at a register that demands attention. He is the DM after all, and a part of him preens at the way their startled, open-mouthed faces all turn toward him expectantly.

“I, your benevolent leader, will go refill the snacks,” he offers magnanimously. “While you all,” and this he punctuates with a sweeping gesture, “figure out how you’re going to get out of this dungeon without attracting the attention of Ezrog the Goblin King.”

There’s a new round of squabbling at that, Mike and Dustin convinced that they should take the west stairwell (a trap) while Gareth and Lucas arguing that they should swim out through the underground river (a good idea, Eddie begrudgingly admits).

He grabs the candy wrappers and empty soda cans within his reach and ascends the stairs from the Wheelers’ basement. He follows the scent of popcorn and a profoundly irritating beeping noise to the kitchen where he finds Steve perched on a barstool, slumped over the kitchen counter, fast asleep.

Eddie suddenly feels breathless. He’s never seen Steve so peaceful, so vulnerable. His hair is sticking up at all angles, he’s snoring slightly, and is that— it certainly is, there’s a bit of drool in the corner of his mouth. The permanent furrow between his brows is relaxed in sleep, although the dark circles under his eyes are still noticeable. Eddie knows Steve hasn’t been sleeping well. None of them have, still unable to feel truly safe.

Eddie tiptoes around Steve, careful not to wake him, and finds a cooling bag of popcorn in the microwave. Something clenches in Eddie’s chest. He hadn’t even heard Steve arrive, but here he is preparing snacks, taking care of them like always.

As quietly as possible, he takes the popcorn out of the microwave to stop that infernal beeping (how Steve is able to sleep through it is beyond him) and pours the popcorn into a bowl, grabs a few other things from the cabinet, and organizes them on the counter. He leans over toward Steve, as close as he dares, fingers ghosting over Steve’s hair, his cheek, admiring his long lashes and the freckles that dust his skin. He settles for gently grasping Steve’s shoulder.

“Steve, wake up,” he whispers. Steve mumbles something and then buries his face in the crook of his arm. Eddie can’t stop himself from reaching out and touching Steve’s hair, his heart bursting with fondness.

“Angel, you can’t sleep here, you’ll hurt your back,” he whispers slightly louder. Immediately he realizes what he let slip and waits, frozen, for Steve’s reaction. But Steve just grunts, and doesn’t move.

“Steve, man, c’mon,” Eddie tries again, and this time Steve lifts his head and looks at Eddie blearily.

“Wha-“ he gets out, looking adorably confused.

“You fell asleep in the kitchen,” Eddie can’t help but smile. “Come on, let’s get you over to the couch. You can nap there. The heathens and I still have quite a bit longer in the campaign, plenty of time for you to get some rest.”

Eddie helps (well, more like manhandles) Steve over to the living room couch, thrilling at the way Steve’s body is pressed to his side, loose-limbed and uncareful. Steve drops to the couch and is immediately asleep again, sprawled on his back, looking every bit the teenager he is. Eddie forgets that Steve is only 19, with how much he’s seen and done. But here, at rest, he is young, pure, holy. Eddie’s savior in more ways than one. He grabs a blanket off the armchair and spreads it over Steve, tucking it in on the sides. Stoops down in a semblance of a forehead kiss, just breathing in the scent of Steve’s hair, relishing a stolen moment of closeness.

“Sleep tight, angel.”

Three days later, Eddie finds himself in the passenger seat of Steve’s BMW, bickering, as usual, about music. He finds a sick sense of joy in being able to go toe-to-toe against Steve Harrington, King of Hawkins High, even if it’s about something innocuous, like the merits (or complete lack thereof) of Steve’s favorite band.

“Listen, Harrington, listen!” Eddie is getting into it now, feeling himself metaphorically jumping on top of his cafeteria table pedestal. “Wham! is the devil’s music! It’s demonic, only hellspawn can listen to that shit without their ears bleeding.”

Steve glares at him for a brief moment, before his expression fades into a cocky smirk. “Hellspawn?” He meets Eddie’s eyes. “I thought I was an angel.”

#thank you this was so fun to write!#I hope I did your (excellent) idea justice #steddie #stranger things #steddie ficlet #A answers #A writes #I procrastinated on my dissertation to write this and it was so worth it #angel is my favorite pet name for steve #also any excuse to mention that steve listens to wham and i will take it

954 notes · View notes

mypimpademia · 9 months

Text

— [2:20 AM]

Bakugo x Black! Reader

TW: None

KATSUKI IS A BIT OF AN INSOMNIAC. It happened overtime, and he misses going to bed at 10 PM and sleeping like a log till 5 AM. Now, he pushed his bedtime back to the old man hour of 9 PM, just to give himself an extra 30 minutes to toss and turn before falling asleep. And another 30 minutes to compensate for the nightmares and subconsciously relived trauma that had him waking up breathless and sweaty.

On worse nights, he’d shoot up into an upright position, gasping for air as you frantically tried to calm him down while fighting off sleep.

“Kat, Katsuki,” you’d groan, putting a hand on his bare chest to ground him. “It’s okay, it was just a dream, you’re okay.”

Katsuki would lace his sweaty fingers through yours, both of you feeling out the rhythm of his heart while you guided him through deep breathing. Once he stopped shaking and was breathing properly, you’d pepper kisses on the sharp line of his jaw, and gently lay him back against the mattress.

On better nights, he’d catch himself before he disturbed your sleep. Inhaling sharply, eyes snapping open, and body tensing as he came to.

He always makes sure that you never wake up when he does, staying still for a minute or two, listening to your soft snores. Then, he untangles your limbs as carefully as he can, slipping out of bed and tucking you back in.

With nothing better to do after pacing your quiet, moonlit house for a few minutes, Katsuki decides he’s hungry. It’s not uncommon for him to make late night snacks, or meals rather, especially after abruptly waking up from his sleep for the nth time that week.

But tonight, he was far too tired to be making a Michelin-star-esque meal in the middle of the night. So, he settled on a bowl of cereal.

Katsuki tried not to take long on his nightly departures from the bed, but your sense of time gets altered when you’re wandering around like a zombie. And just as he was pouring his Honey Nut Cheerios, he heard you slowly walking into the kitchen.

“Everything okay, Suki?” You grumbled, wrapping your arms around his torso from behind, your head resting on his shoulder.

By the sound of your voice, you were basically still asleep. The cool silk of your bonnet sent a chill down Katsuki’s spine, he felt guilty knowing that he was the reason you were up a stumbling around the house at this hour.

“Yeah, go back to bed, baby,” he told you, pouring milk into his cereal while mixing it around with his spoon.

You kissed your teeth in protest. You weren’t going back without him, and he knew that.

A chuckle vibrated through his chest and back, and he gently guided you towards the couch, where you sat curled up against his side wrapped in a blanket while he ate, a comfortable silence between you.

You were fighting back sleep, nodding off against his shoulder, eyes barely open. Katsuki was no better, nearly falling asleep into his bowl of cereal before forcing himself into consciousness.

“Gimmie some,” you croaked, silently opening your mouth, awaiting a spoonful of sugary cereal and cold milk.

Katsuki fed you carefully, making sure not to drip anywhere, and wiping away the bit that dribbled from the corner of your lip.

You laid your head back against his shoulder, settling deeper into the couch and sighing. He kissed the top of your head, and smushed his cheek against you.

“You just kiss me with milk breath?” You grunted.

“I just fed you and I can’t even get a kiss?” Katsuki chuckled.

“Not with no milk breath, you can’t.” You retorted.

“I love you too.”

—

Taglist: @megurulvr @miirene @planetlunaa @romiantic @szaplsdropthealbum @dreampurpledreams @goldenglow149 @gender-queery @roaringlion @cosmiles @tatiquichi @kxtsxkii @lillizxzz @starsoir

Send in an ask or DM me to be added to all taglists, or fill out my form to be added to select ones.

—

Thank you for reading, comments and reblogs are appreciated! Follow for more!

397 notes · View notes

medic-simp · 3 months

Text

Just Go To Sleep - Third Night

Rating: Gen || Chapter Word Count: 962Chapter Content Warnings: one-sided pillow fight, silco snoring, silco being a bitch, slow burn

Masterlist || Previous || Next || AO3 Work Link

Taglist: @averagecrastinator, @ilikemymendarkandfictional, @deny-the-issue, @popoisatan DM me to be added to the taglist! <3

Summary:

Hard times fall upon you and your apartment is unlivable. You have no one to ask for help other than your boss, Silco. Luckily, he's got some space for you.

If it was a different situation, one might think to themselves, I could get used to this. Warm fluffy bed, three nights in a row? Sounds fucking amazing! You’ve never seen such hospital behavior from Silco, especially after you’ve woken up atop him, kneed him in the balls, and had to borrow his clothes. However, as you kick him for the millionth time, you would likely rather poison the man than put up with him and his infernal snoring any longer.

He stirs now at your most recent jab, starting groggily.

“What…?”

Silco shifts a hand through his bed-ridden hair, not doing much to calm the rogue strands sticking up and out from his head as he sits up. The baggy maroon t-shirt he wears is clinging to his chest with its loose material, too big for him and giving only a hint at what the lithe frame underneath may look like. It’s a sleep shirt that has been worn through many a restless night. It looks older than you.

“What did you kick me for?” The squinty glare he gives you is far from intimidating as he continues to wake up a little more, but you can certainly tell how annoyed he is. Normally, you would care, your life would be on the line putting him in a mood this sour. But he certainly deserves it.

“Because you won’t stop fucking snoring!” you hiss, leaning forward from your propped up position to give your wrists a break. Silco cuts a glare that screams, that's crazy, and suddenly, you’re tempted to grab your pillow and hit him.

“I don’t snore,” he scoffs, flopping back into the sheets and moving further away from you. You’ve just decided that previous temptation might not have been such a bad thing.

Without second thought your hands shoot behind you, take your pillow in hand, and obliterate Silco’s head with a single blow. The harsh whoomf! echoes in the quiet of the room, ringing dully with the air settling around you, and you swear you can hear the gears churning in Silco’s brain as he tries to fully process the fact that you just hit him with a pillow.

He sits up once again, not looking at you but off into the distance. The breath he takes before he actually speaks to you is one that sends anxiety surging through your bones. For all you know you’re about to get murdered by this man–but his mouth quickly closes again in a slight reconsideration of his thoughts.

“You’re having trouble in your apartment,” he starts and you cannot help the irritated roll of your eyes. You are so very unwilling to hear a lecture from him at, oh, let’s say, one o’clock in the morning.

“You cannot sleep anywhere, and of course you talk to me about it.” Silco’s volume hovers just under normal speaking levels, a low, tired roll of thunder that resonates much more gravely and indignant than usual. He sounds confused, an emotion it never occurred to you that Silco could express, him being so knowledgeable all the time.

“You refuse the offer of my office couch.”

“Because I couldn’t sleep on that brick if my life depended–!”

“You refuse the offer of my office couch.” At your interruption, Silco’s voice raises noticeably above normal speaking volume, not quite loud enough to be disruptive, but certainly enough to make you stop talking.

“And when I open up my personal space to share with you, something I have never been fond of doing with anyone–less, my damn employees–and I lend you my bloody clothes, you assault me with my own bedware in my own bed!”

Not another second passes before you give up and throw the covers off yourself, marching towards the door in your tank top and shorts.

“Where are your other pillows?”

Silco is up in half a second, rubbing his temples in agitated circles.

“You will not touch another pillow,” he hisses, “bloody weapons in your hands.”

You scoff, “I’m not going to hit you again,” but Silco does not relent.

“How am I supposed to trust you after you’ve just hit me? I should throw you back out into the office for all of thi-”

“Just give me two fucking minutes!”

Silco is stunned–you are stunned–but he acquiesces.

“They’re in that closet. Three or four more.”

He holds out a finger towards a set of paneled doors. His cheeks are red hot with anger, that fiery red eye almost searing a hole into you, but he doesn’t say another word.

Soon, you’re hauling all of the pillows you can find to Silco’s bed and pile them up on the pillow he already had, building a hefty lump that he just glares at in befuddlement. He doesn’t ask you what it’s for, but the crease in his brow is enough for you to explain.

“If you sit up while sleeping you’ll stop snoring.”

Silco is deadpan, “I’m not sleeping on that.”

“Yeah? Well I’m not sleeping period while you snore like a fucking ogre.”

Silco sneers, “Neither of us will sleep if you’re slinging pillows like a bloody troll.”

Holy shit. He just said that.

You’re speechless. No matter how badly you want to respond to Silco, to throw shit back at his face, to call him names and all other matters of foul derogatives, you’re at a loss for words. Instead, you simply climb into bed and roll away from him, hoping Silco catches the stubborn silence you’re making a point with.

Silco scoffs, and doesn’t say a word more. Soon, the light is turned out and Silco is in bed too.

As the room settles into a peaceful quiet, you can’t help but notice that Silco doesn’t toss away the pillows.

#silco #arcane #arcane silco #silco arcane #silco x reader #silco x you #slow burn #just go to sleep #JGTS #lilith writes #medic-simp #mdni

64 notes · View notes

ilikehaikyuu1 · 7 months

Text

MW2 Characters headcannons!

Hello! I love all MW2 characters so why not do headcannons? Most of these are inspired by ones I've seen on Tumblr or TikTok!

<3𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚<3

<3 You know this man SNORES

< 3 His beard has its own self-care routine like he takes better care of it than most things.

<3 He LOVES to be pampered after a mission and loves a nice shoulder rub with a fire going with a cigar and some bourbon.

<3 Lowkey feels like he would be really good at pool or any drinking game from when he was younger.

<3 Considers 141 to be family to him often uses the quote "Family doesn't have to stop at relatives."

<3 LOVES sleeping in with his partner, especially after a tough mission and just needs the love of his life and his comfy bed. (This man is absolutely a cuddle bug I DON'T MAKE THE RULES)

<3𝓖𝓪𝔃<3

<3 This man is every girl's DREAM (especially mine) He is such a gentleman opening doors for you, getting flowers, and paying for everything.

<3 Horror movie FAN. Loves a good horror movie/sex combo.

<3 Type of man to tease you but MELT when you do it back.

<3 Probably has a collection of weird things from when he was younger.

<3 loves listening to 50's songs with you in the early morning slowly swaying.

<3 Loves gossiping with you over anything.

<3 Every Friday night he goes drinking with 141 it's just tradition.

<3𝕊𝕠𝕒𝕡<3

<3 Just like Gaz this man is a GENTLEMAN.

<3 Type of drunk person to yell the most offensive shit.

<3 Can't smoke to save his life he'd lose a lung.

<3 Constantly cracking jokes and picks up lines.

<3 Speaking of pick-up lines THIS MAN says the most wild ass pick-up lines just to make you smile.

<3 Hm and Gaz are inseparable as if they were twins.

<3𝓐𝓵𝓮𝓳𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓸<3

<3 This man's love language is Physical Touch and LOVES being able to touch you. (Take that how you will.)

<3 Wakes up early even when exhausted to make you breakfast in bed.

<3 Type of man to make you bubble baths after sex.

<3 Him and Rudy are best friends which means they share. (ALSO take that information as you will.)

<3 Secretly listens to Doja Cat.

<3 Often gets insecure about his forehead.

<3Ｒｕｄｙ<3

<3 Sweetest partner ever but sucks at flirting.

<3 Loves baked goods and loves them even more if you bake them together.

<3 Love dancing to Spanish songs with you.

<3 Service dom honestly.

<3 Loves a good ol' beer.

<3 Every time he goes out he ALWAYS gets you something your closet is filed with stuff he gets. (And fridge)

<3𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜<3

<3 SAVE A HORSE RIDE A COWBOYYY

<3 LIVES ON A FARM.

<3 Can be possessive and gets jealous easily (You're just that beautiful/handsome.)

<3 Loves to go horseback riding with you.

<3 Shares you with the Shadows

<3 Is a SUGAR DADDY loves spoiling you but expects payment back.

<3𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊<3

<3 This woman is POSSESSIVE

<3 Hides you from others only a few people know about you, especially your relationship.

<3 Secretly has a sweet side with you.

<3 Has a collection of valuable beanie babies.

<3 Can drink ANYONE under the table.

<3 Feeds stray cats

<3Ghð§†<3

<3 Strong but silent type

<3 Has a difficult time opening up but when he does shut up and LISTEN.

<3 Isn't used to physical touch but once he does he can't stop touching you

<3 Always asking for consent "Can I touch you luv?" "Does it feel good when I do this?"

<3 Loves a good story and tea time.

<3 Loves close and slow sex. (I wouldn't say he really likes rough sex but there are a few kinks here and there.)

This is the end! Thank you reading if you want me to do anymore or anyone please dm!

#john soap mactavish #price mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #i love gaz #i love ghost #i love old men #alejandro vargas #rudy parra #valeria mw2 #modern warfare 2 #phillip graves #headcanon

35 notes · View notes

harringtonisms · 2 years

Text

it always leads to you

pairing: teacher!steve harrington / rockstar!eddie munson summary: Eddie is a rockstar who left the town that has hated him for a music career. Steve is a teacher who couldn't bare to leave the only home he knows. Eddie's in Hawkins for a few days and he thinks about the road not taken. warnings: it's kinda angsty, at least that's what im going for word count: 1,081 taglist: @shesapeachsconebob a/n: surprise!! did this instead of my study guide for geography <3 i also dont have a proper taglist, shine is the only person on it so far 😭 i didn't wanna tag all the people on the plu taglist because it's for those specifics fics but 🧍🏽‍♀️ if you want to be added to my general taglist just send an ask or a dm :) fic based on this post!

Read it on AO3

Eddie hated coming back to Hawkins, but he loved waking up next to Steve. He loved the way Steve felt against him, pressed up against Eddie’s side like their bodies were specifically designed to fit together. He loved his parted lips and soft snores. He loved his fluffy hair and the way it tickled his chin. Eddie was sure he could waste hours staring at Steve, mentally mapping every freckle, every hair, and every curve of his face into his memory.

And then Steve would wake up, and Eddie would get to look into his favorite pair of eyes and catalog their specific shade of brown in his mind as his favorite color. He’d kiss him, morning breath and all, and Steve would smile at him. A shy, private smile only he was allowed to see. It’s in those quiet moments in the morning, when the rest of the world doesn’t exist and it’s just them and the sheets they’re tangled in, that Eddie thinks he could stay in Hawkins forever.

Who cares what everyone else in this shitty town thinks when Steve Harrington looks at him like that?

It’s when they get up and move to the bathroom and run through their morning routines, integrating the other seamlessly. Passing the toothpaste and pointing to where “You missed a spot” like it was commonplace. Minty kisses against fogged mirrors and soft I love you’s whispered into his shoulder blades. It’s then that Eddie wonders why he continues to wake up alone in New York when he could have endless mornings like this in Hawkins.

It’s the warm coffee being placed in his hands the second he makes it into the kitchen. The Lord of the Rings books taking up space on the bookshelf and the vinyls of metal music Eddie knows Steve only plays when he’s here. It’s the way Steve knows him. His mind, his body, his greatest dreams and deepest fears. The way Steve knows what to say when Eddie gets in his own head and how to bring him back from the edge. How to take him right to the edge and make him beg for release. There’s no one in this world who could know Eddie like Steve does. A connection that strong can only be built when you went through what they went through. When you go to hell and back, and go through hell and back. Steve found the limit of how much Eddie could care for someone, and challenged it, opening his heart to love someone with an intensity that was only rivaled by how much Steve loved Eddie. His heart lived in Hawkins, but his mind kept him in New York.

Leaving Steve was never easy. Each time he walks away from Steve’s cozy house on the corner and into his penthouse on the top floor, he questions if it’s even worth it. What if he never left back then? Ideally, the whispers and the stares would’ve died down eventually. He’d take over the auto repair shop once it was time and Steve could still be a teacher. They’d get to wake up to each other and fall asleep next to each other. The mail would have his name on it and maybe he’d even be friends with the neighbors. The kids would visit them in their house, and maybe they’d adopt one or two of their own if they ever could. They wouldn’t just get Thanksgivings and Christmases, and random weeks throughout the year. They’d get date nights on Fridays, and grocery shopping on Mondays, and fights on Wednesdays.

He wanted all that with Steve. He wanted to stay so badly. After what they’d been through when they were teenagers, he thinks he deserves a life of domesticity and bliss with the absolute, and incomparable love of his life. Within Steve’s four walls, he’s convinced he belongs back in Hawkins.

Then he leaves Steve’s house and is thrown death glares and insults from people who weren’t even alive in 1986. He has to repeat the year to himself to remain grounded. Reciting that Vecna is dead and the upside down is forever sealed when he walks downtown, still terrified the town will split into four again. Seeing cheerleaders leave school and being forced to confront the fact that he couldn’t save Chrissy, even if there was nothing he could’ve done. Passing the trailer park he almost died in and feeling the bites of the demobats again. He loves Steve and he loves Wayne, but he couldn’t stay. Steve knows that. He knows what being in Hawkins does to Eddie, so he never asks him to.

Eddie can’t stay, and Steve won’t leave. Robin is here and he’s seen her almost everyday since they met. He wouldn’t trade being able to see Robin whenever for scheduled visits three times a year. He nearly died with her. Living near her and living life with her was essential. Will, Mike, and Lucas may have left but they still come home, and Dustin, Max, and El are still here. Sure, they are fully grown adults who don’t need Steve to take care of them, but he’ll never stop worrying about them. He has his student’s at the school he used to attend and the various shops he worked at with his best friend. The pool Barb died in and the basketball court where he first realized he was bisexual. There’s the forest where Dustin became like a little brother to him and there's the boathouse where he met Eddie. This town made Steve who he is, all the good, the bad, and the ugly. He couldn’t leave and Eddie knows that. So Eddie never asks him to.

They sit across from each other and play house. Pretending Eddie won’t be boarding a flight in a few days. Like Steve isn’t fighting every urge to tell Eddie that he’ll give up everything in Hawkins for a life in New York. Like Eddie can watch another tear fall from Steve’s eyes without apologizing for trying to leave him again and promising he’ll stay. They pretend this is their actual life. Coffee stained kisses and promising Steve he’ll still be here when he gets home from work. Eddie wonders, If he could go back and do it all again, would he have still boarded that train and left all those years ago? Or would he have chosen the path that led him back here, to his hometown? To Steve.

#steddie fic #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things #i never drop fics without teasing it but....#there's a first time for everything #hope you enjoy <33333 #stranger things fic #eddie x steve #eddie munson x steve harrington #steddie stranger things #st #ducky writes

69 notes · View notes

dracoslittlepet · 2 years

Text

• A Fool For You •

🐍DRACO MALFOY X READER ONESHOT🐍

It's the weekend, and you and Draco are spending the morning in bed together, as per usual. Mornings with him have always been nothing short of wonderful, so why should today be any different? But what happens when Draco accidentally lets slip those three little words after you confess your feelings for him...?

• fluff; slight angst; slight language

☆Taglist: @raindancer2004 @wallwriterstuff @alecvolturiswifeforever @like-rain-or-confetti @nixwolfe @dr4cosimp @dracoslittlesunflower @draconisxcaput @dracoslilangel @dracomalfoysslave @bellatrixscurls

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ah, Saturday. A rather fine day, in your opinion. It meant no classes, no worrying about upcoming exams, nothing of the sort. No, instead it meant spending the morning lying right here, in the warm embrace of none other than Draco Malfoy, himself. A yawn slips past your lips as you lie there in Draco's bed, your eyes slowly struggling to adjust to the bright sunlight filtering in through the waters of the Black Lake outside the window.

Soft, barely audible snores sound from your right, and with a tiny smile, you sneak a glance over your shoulder at the source of the noise. Draco is still asleep, his perfect rosebud lips parted slightly and one of his arms lazily draped over your waist. As you lie there watching him, one corner of his mouth twitches in his sleep a little, and Draco mumbles something unintelligible.

Trying your hardest not to laugh, you slowly roll over in bed to face the blonde boy, being careful not to wake him. Not many people knew that Draco sometimes talked in his sleep, save for you and Pansy. You knew if word ever got out, nobody would let Draco live it down. With another smile, you lean forward to kiss the tip of Draco's nose.

The blonde boy grumbles something in his sleep, before those pretty ocean eyes slowly open, a lazy sort of smile forming on the boy's lips. "Morning, darling..." he murmurs, his voice still a bit low and raspy from sleep. You grin at him, reaching up with one hand to brush a stray bit of hair away from his face. "Morning, Dray..." you whisper back.

Draco's smile gets bigger when he hears the familiar nickname, and he leans forward to kiss you softly on the mouth. "Don't know why you insist on calling me that, angel..." he says, though the smile is still very much present on his face. You shrug, a faint blush coloring your cheeks.

"Because I think you're adorable, and so you deserve an adorable nickname." you answer. Draco gives you a look of mock-disgust, one corner of his mouth lifting in a slight sneer, before he laughs. "Darling, I'm not adorable. Now you, on the other hand..." he says, trailing off as he pulls you closer to him. Leaning forward, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, kissing the spot there.

"Yr to dm ct..." he says, but the words come out muffled and barely intelligible. "What was that?" you ask, laughing. Draco lifts his head to look you in the eyes, a smirk on his face. "I said, you're too damn cute." he repeats. You blush again, lifting your hands to cover your face, but Draco is quicker. He grabs ahold of your hands, moving them out of the way and interlocking his fingers with yours.

"No, don't you dare hide from me. I want to see that pretty face of yours, angel." he says, his smirk growing wider. As you lie there in bed staring into those ocean eyes, Draco suddenly winks at you, causing a laugh to slip from between your lips. His smirk is replaced by a gentle smile, as he holds your hands, his thumbs brushing over the tops of yours. "I like hearing that sound..." he murmurs.

"What sound?" you breathe, as you lie there. Draco's eyes close for a fraction of a second, before they reopen, and his smile turns a tad rueful. "Your laugh. It's a shame I don't get to hear it more often." he answers. You don't even have to ask, in order to know what he's referring to.

The past few months of your sixth year together at Hogwarts has seen the two of you spending less and less time with one another. After so many weeks of you asking about it, Draco had finally caved one day and told you the why of it all, but it didn't make it sting any less. He was only following orders to be able to keep himself and his family safe. If that wasn't honorable, what was...?

With a sigh, you pull one of your hands from his, reaching over to trace along his Dark Mark, your fingertips brushing over the black lines inked into his skin. "Isn't it amazing? How something so pretty can bring so much pain?" you whisper. Draco doesn't say anything for a moment, and when you glance up at him, he's watching you closely.

He swallows hard, before leaning down and kissing you on the forehead. "Angel, you don't have to worry about any of it. I'll never let anything happen to you, not as long as I'm still here." he murmurs. Your heart aches a little in your chest, as you stare into those mercurial eyes of his. "You promise?" you whisper. Draco nods, giving your hands a gentle squeeze. "I swear it..." he whispers.

With that, he lets go of your hands to pull you up on top of him, so you're lying with your head on his chest, and his arms wrapped around you. Every beat of his heart beneath you is a constant reminder of why you're here, of why for the time being, everything would perhaps be alright.

Because each one of those singular beats belonged to the one person who's kept you grounded for the past three years, who's kept you going, kept you focused... Who's kept the smile on your face even when it was in danger of falling. Swallowing hard, you let your eyes fall closed, breathing in Draco's familiar, comforting scent as you lie there.

The two of you didn't often get to spend your mornings together like this, but on those rare occasions when you did... Oh, it was always wonderful. He was wonderful... But it's not like you could ever tell him that... Could you? The two of you had been best friends since third year, ever since that first moment when you had been one of the few girls to actually call Draco out on his arrogant bullshit... And oh, how he had loved it.

He hadn't been able to stay away from you after that, always following after you like a lost puppy, always finding new ways to both annoy and charm you, with that terribly endearing, lazy little smirk of his. And then fourth year had come around, and he had asked you to the Yule Ball, nearly stumbling over his words in his haste to get them out...

And then had arrived fifth year, when the Ministry had decided to interfere at Hogwarts, and nobody was allowed to have any free will, it had seemed. But Draco had still come through for you regardless of the fact, always finding new ways to sneak you into a secluded hallway or two, for one of his rare, comforting hugs... And those endearing little forehead kisses he liked to give you...

And finally, your sixth year together had arrived... And you had found yourself growing ever so much closer to the blonde boy, your heart worn very much on your sleeve for him. Draco Malfoy, the boy with the ocean eyes and quick temper, the boy who kept his friends close and his emotions hidden... And oh, how you loved him. You loved him terribly, whole-heartedly, endlessly.

But there was no way you could tell him that. It would ruin everything between the two of you, your friendship would become strained, you two wouldn't be as close anymore. "What are we thinking so hard about, angel?" Draco's voice brings you back to the present, startling you a little. Without meaning to, you blurt out the first thing on your mind, the words coming out a bit rushed and running over one another. "IthinkImightbeinlovewithyou!"

Draco's arms tense around you, and an almost uncomfortable sort of silence settles over the room. And then Draco slowly pulls himself into a sitting position, leaning back against the headboard of his bed, with you still in his arms. You can't bear to lift your head to look him in the eyes, can't bear to see the expression of disbelief that possibly rests on his face right now.

"Y/N." he says, your name hanging there in the silence between the two of you. You don't answer him, instead keeping your head down, trying hard to calm the frantic beating of your heart. "Y/N." he says again, his voice a little firmer this time. "Darling, look at me." he continues, reaching down with one hand to place a finger beneath your chin, lifting your head up. You don't dare to meet his gaze, you just can't...

"Hey. Angel, look at me. Please." Draco whispers. Slowly, you meet his gaze, noting the very subtle way his eyes have darkened to an almost stormy grey color. "Dray, I..." you can't even finish the sentence, the words dying out in your throat. Oh, what if he doesn't want to speak to you again after this? What if you really have ruined everything? But to your surprise, Draco simply nods.

"I know." he says. He knows...? He-?? What?? Your eyes widen, and Draco nods again. "I know, my darling. I have for a while now, actually. Ever since fourth year." he admits. A tiny, rueful smile makes its way onto his face, as he stares down at you. "But why it took you this long to say anything...?" he continues in a soft murmur. You swallow hard, shaking your head at him.

"I... I couldn't. I c-couldn't tell you. It would've ruined everything for us." you whisper. Draco raises one perfect, dark brow at you, his smile growing a little bigger. "Oh, darling. I promise you, it wouldn't have ruined anything between us. Sure, we've been friends for a very long while, but did you honestly never consider that I might have wanted more? That I might have loved you, that I still love you-" Draco's words suddenly cut off halfway through.

His eyes widen, as he stares down at you, and it's like you can actually see those walls of his going back up, as he realizes what he's just said. With a trembling breath, you look him in the eyes. "Y-you... You love... Me?" you ask slowly. A moment of silence passes, before Draco finally nods.

"Always have. Always, darling, ever since the moment you stood up to me in third year. And every moment after..." he confesses. "To be completely honest, I think that was actually the moment that I knew I wanted you, that I would always want you. I don't think anyone else would have mattered to me after that day. Y/N, I was a complete fool for you back then. I suppose I still am..." he continues.

This is a lot for you to process. Draco Malfoy, the boy who was popular for all the wrong reasons, the boy you've called your closest friend since third year, has just confessed that he feels the same way about you that you've always felt about him. He... He knew all along. And you could've told him sooner...

Tears well up in your eyes as you lift your gaze to meet his, and Draco's eyes widen. "Oh, darling, no. No tears..." he breathes, reaching down with one hand to brush them away with his thumb. "What's the matter, pretty baby, why are we crying?" he adds in a whisper, his brows furrowing in concern. You sniffle softly, before shrugging.

"I just... I just feel like such an idiot. Because I could have told you all of this ages ago, and we would've been alright. But I never knew that, and now I feel like an idiot, and-" you're cut off by Draco's quiet laughter. "Y/N. You're not an idiot. Although if you were, you'd still be my idiot. But regardless, you didn't know. I suppose it's partly my fault for never telling you in the first place..." he says.

With a gentle smile, he leans forward to kiss you softly on the mouth. "We're both just a couple of fools in love, aren't we, Y/N?" he murmurs. You nod, lying your head down against his chest once more, those familiar comforting beats reassuring you that everything is still as it was before, that everything is still alright. Draco wraps his arm around you again, his fingertips tracing light patterns along your back.

"I can't believe I never knew..." you mumble. Draco's laugh is a soft rumble in his chest, as he pats you lightly on the back. "Well, rest assured, my darling. Now you finally know." he answers. You can hear the smile in his voice, without having to see it on his face. It's the kind of smile that he's always reserved only for you, and you, alone.

As the two of you lie there in bed, the door to Draco's bedroom suddenly flies open, nearly slamming against the wall. Pansy stands there in the doorway, a huge grin on her pretty face. "You two are still in bed?? Honestly, you're both so lazy. Come down with us, you're going to miss breakfast!" she says breathlessly, her brown eyes bright as she stares at the two of you.

Draco scoffs, waving her off with one hand. "Oh, please! Breakfast doesn't start for another hour. Give us that long, Parkinson. Besides, I want to spend some more time with my girlfriend." he tells her. Her eyes widen, as she looks back and forth between you and Draco. "So you guys are dating now?? When-" she starts, but Draco cuts her off with an exasperated sigh. "Out, Parkinson!" he says.

The Slytherin girl sticks her tongue out at him, before leaving the room, pulling the door shut behind her. As soon as she's gone, a smile breaks out onto your face. "Girlfriend, huh?" you ask, teasing him a little. Draco shrugs, kissing the top of your head. "What can I say? I'm a fool for you, angel." he murmurs. A laugh rises up from your throat, as you lie there in Draco's arms. "Well, at least you're my fool..." you say, unable to keep from grinning.

"Damn straight." you could swear you hear the boy mutter, before a comfortable silence settles over the room. As you lie there in his arms, in his bed, you're reminded of why Saturdays were always your favorite. Instead of worrying about trivial matters, you got to spend the morning being held by your most favorite person on the face of the earth. That in itself was a rather fine way to start the day. After all, there was nowhere else you'd rather be...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: Not me getting all sappy in here with you guys. 😏 I figured we could use some of that good fluffy Draco content. I hope you guys enjoyed this one. Thanksss, my lovelies. 💚🐍

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

#draco malfoy x reader oneshot #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy oneshot #draco malfoy #draco #fluff #oneshot #a fool for you #i feel like this might have been my fluffiest piece as of yet #i mean... just how gentle and sweet Draco is with reader #like PLEASE i want him to be real so so very bad

213 notes · View notes

deadhumourist · 2 years

Text

Mistletoe and Beskar - Part 4

Pairing: Modern!Din Djarin X F!Reader. Mechanic AU

Rating: Teen (but Mature for the series)

Warnings: Blank slate reader / no physical description, mentions of food, descriptions of male body.

A/N: This is a completely self-indulgent chapter that celebrates my unhealthy love for Din's broadness :D Thank you to @just-here-for-the-moment for some key fixes and great advice. Also a special shoutout to @nothoughtsjustmeds for falling into my DMs with inspo, which was so lovely <3 <3

Summary: This is another short chapter, but deals with the morning after the Christmas ball. She wakes up in an interesting place, and Din is acting stranger than usual. What's going on?

Words: 2100+

Author Masterlist | Read the rest of the series here | Previous part | Taglist

--------------

You woke up slowly the next morning, letting consciousness flow back into you and wake up your limbs one by one. Nearby, the soft sound of breathing washed over you like a warm current, noticeable only because you had lived alone for so long and were unused to waking up with someone. Gradually you became aware of something firm and smooth under your cheek.

You were barely awake but your sense of touch and smell seemed to reach out for this new sensory information, to store it away for later inspection. It noted the smoothness, the minute movement of corded muscle underneath velvet skin. The skin-scent, masculine and comforting and so distinct; breathing it in until it filled your lungs with him. The warmth that you could lose yourself in, and the evidence that you in fact, had, during the night. You had promptly rolled into Din's arms after falling asleep, snoring obnoxiously loud.

You stole a few moments more where it was just you and your thoughts about the Mandalorian, before you cracked an eye open and pretended to wake up for the first time.

Hooded, brown eyes looked down at you, a soft smile curling appealingly on his sleep-plush lips. Soft curls stuck up unevenly and begged for a hand to softly caress them back in line.

"Morning" he whispered groggily, closing his eyes again.

How long had he been watching you?

"Mmhmm" you managed to croak out, eyeing him from your spot on his arm. A ghost sensation of his lips on yours disappeared as soon as it came and the thought was jarring enough to make you shift back onto the cool cotton of the pillow.

You studied his face, eyes gliding over the relaxed lines on his face. He looked so much less intimidating when he was languishing in that space between sleep and wakefulness. The relaxed brows, the soft, slightly chapped lips that hinted at a smile but didn’t quite get there.

His pulse jumped every time you happily bounded over to the car, knowing it had nothing to do with him and everything with your genuine interest in the car and your craft. He secretly delighted in the annoyed way you would argue…no….correct him about some of the repairs needed on the Crest. Confidently and matter-of-factly you once told him to shove off if he didn’t agree with your assessment. He relented. He knew it wouldn’t be the last time.

Din’s eyes were closed, his broad, bare chest rising and falling rhythmically. Beneath the surface his mind was parsing out the moments the two of you shared before this one.

He always felt a small surge of excitement when the tyres of the Crest rolled to a stop inside the workshop. After the first few times, he couldn’t help his eyes shifting about the place looking for your familiar form. Over time he had come to recognise your posture, your poses, even some of your clothing.

You swung your legs off the bed and padded to the bathroom barefoot, stealing one last look at him before closing the bathroom door. Glancing in the mirror revealed a face that sported an unattractive sleep crease from where your face had been squished into Din. Wetting a washcloth with warm water, you held the compress to your face to soften it. You wondered if getting close to this man would always leave a mark on you somehow. It took a few more minutes and another refresh of the washcloth before the mark was almost completely gone.

Leaving the bathroom, you saw Din was awake now, regarding you quietly where he had propped himself up with some pillows. The large continental pillows formed a plush backrest that framed his strong shoulders and torso perfectly. His curls were tellingly neater than when you had left him.

You sat down at the foot of the bed, mind screaming for a neutral conversation topic that didn’t include “so I kissed you last night and then slept in your arms, how about that?”

He dominated the large space even when he was stretched out on his back. A sturdy male form wrapped in expensive, snow-white linen, his eyes following you appreciatively as you padded back into the room.

He was surrounded by luxury and largesse and he opted to watch you instead.

Voice still rough from sleep, you decided on “Can I make you some coffee?”

Din smiled, his dimples from the previous night reappearing, like you had said something very funny.

“You don’t need to do that. We’ll go down for breakfast shortly.”

The smile was meant to hide his heart clenching almost painfully. It was such a small, simple gesture, and you couldn’t possibly understand how or why it affected him.

He was so used to people taking from him. Sometimes people wanted something from him; his name and influence meant that very few doors were closed to him or those he helped. Other times taking took the form of taking responsibility or work away from him. Serving him in a way befitting someone he never felt he was. He rarely experienced someone offering something simple and personal. Of no real value, but offered in kindness that didn’t ask for something back.

—---

An hour later you were sheepishly standing in the entrance to the spacious, airy dining hall. Now you thought you understood why he had found your offer so amusing. The large space was decked out with the most varied breakfast spread you’d ever seen. Chefs behind elegant stations were serving everything from freshly baked pastries to every imaginable hot breakfast item like bacon, eggs and hashbrowns and more exotic breakfast offerings like smoked salmon and oysters. Din’s hand skimmed over your shoulder blade, gently guiding you inside the room.

Greef, who seemed to have a talent for appearing out of nowhere, raised a coffee cup to you both as he greeted you.

“Did you sleep well? If you’re feeling a bit groggy, this Ethiopian blend was roasted about an hour ago, do try it.”

Din nodded.

“Yeah thanks, the room is comfortable, slept well.”

Greef’s eyes crinkled mischievously.

“And you, my dear? I hope this brute wasn’t keeping you awake. Mando has quite the reputation.”

You were puzzled, what on earth did that mean?

“What, like he’s a world class snorer? He farts like a racehorse in his sleep?”

Greef’s shoulders shook as he laughed. The sound boomed around the space and drew attention from a few diners. He clapped Din on the shoulder conspiratorially, shoving the imposing man forward by a few inches.

“This one’s a keeper my friend. She has no tiresome airs or graces like the others.”

You looked at Din questioningly but received no reply or recognition.

Greef continued. "I do hope you're both joining us on the slopes today? Some fresh air will clear out all the cobwebs from the city and get those muscles warmed up."

He seemed to subtly drop the host persona for a moment, without losing his smile. The mask slipped slightly to reveal something altogether more personal.

"I'm disappointed you didn't take your companion for a dance last night, Mando. Treasure the company you keep."

Something unspoken passed between the two men. Din's eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, a warning laying low in his dark eyes. The moment passed as quickly as it came, a split-second rift in the smooth flow of the day. Greef nodded to you both before busying himself with more guests, his voice back to its recognisable genial tone.

Din bristled. Greef had been his friend for a long time but tested the boundaries of Din's patience often, and persistently. After Kraelia's scene last night he had to be a lot more careful about what you learned about him and how. He wasn't proud of the things he had done as a younger man. That man now felt like a distant memory. A memory that Greef was scratching at and needed to leave alone.

Din ushered you to a space in the corner, where you had a view of the icy landscape. The snow had let up during the night and the bright sunshine illuminated the world so it looked like a photo out of a book. Melting snow caught sunlight and twinkled like fairy lights over the landscape, a thick white layer blanketing the swells beneath.

A brave bird twittered in a nearby tree, its song cascading against the resort’s walls and calling back to itself.

You fidgeted with the silverware, looking around. This was nicer than you’ve ever experienced before, breakfast was usually cereal or yoghurt or a quick cup of coffee while you were getting dressed, and that’s only if you ever skipped the luxury of spending a few more minutes in bed.

Hot breakfast was just never a priority and people here were enjoying it like it was the most normal, expected thing in the world. A waitress waltzed up and asked in a sing-song customer service voice “Some coffee for the couple?”

Smoothly Din nodded and the hot brew splashed into two cups, one after the other. Your nerves dissipated slightly at the familiar smell reaching you - it was an exquisite blend and you reached out to bring it to your lips.

As you took a sip, you let your eyes wander the dining room. You didn’t see Kraelia anywhere, and thanked whatever deity was listening for small mercies.

Din awkwardly stood around until he turned to you, seemingly nervous.

After a hearty breakfast, you both returned to the room which had been reset and tidied by housekeeping.

Seeing the made-up bed in the room shot up a strange melancholy that your time together had been erased and reset, whited out and neatly folded into a smooth canvas with no memory.

“If you don’t want to ski, we can stay here.”

“You’re joking right? I’ve never been skiing, I’d love to try. I might fall down a lot but I’ll be fine.” You smiled benignly at him. It was sweet that he was offering an out, but you were going to enjoy everything about this weekend. Wear many outfits like a paper doll before it’s folded up and put back into the dark drawer. Twirl in a ball gown, eat breakfast in your best sweater, be a fancy AF skiing lady of leisure….

Oh.

“Uhm…I don’t have a ski suit.”

Din revealed one of his rare smiles again and silently moved to the opposite cupboard to yours, opening it up.

When he turned around, he was holding a suit that was definitely too small to fit him.

“I had to guess the size. I hope you like it.” The words were curt but the intention made them feather soft, floating down to your ears and making tears sting your eyes.

This unexpected kindness and personal nature of the gesture caught you off-guard. He would have bought this before you got here, before the kiss, before anything.

You swallowed hard, willing the lump in your throat to go down. Without making eye contact, you took the hanger from him, nodding your assent. Once the bathroom door closed, you brought the back of your hand up to press at your eyes, the corners of your mouth pulling down almost painfully in a soundless sob. You slumped against the door, eyes squeezed shut to stop the tears.

It was just an outfit but it was also an invitation.

To be part of this world that you never had access to. In your hand you were holding a pure frivolity; an outfit that you would only ever wear once, from a man you didn't know, for an activity you've never done before.

The absurdity of the situation would have made you laugh if it didn't make your heart ache with how casually Din had pulled you into his world. He could ask, demand or buy his way into whatever he wanted and part of you was amazed at that, but the other part kicked against it violently. Must be nice, you thought bitterly.

Your straight-backed pride from the first night, when you felt confident and beautiful in your only formal dress was melting away like droplets of snow in the overwhelming face of the evidence that you were out of place.

So out of place.

You thought about how silly you must look to him. A humble mechanic trying her best and coming up short against the luxury he was so used to.

You took a deep breath and slowly breathed out again, the air shuddering out of you like your lungs wanted to hold onto it just a moment longer.

Carefully placing the suit over the claw-footed bathtub's edge, you started undressing. A few minutes later, feeling a bit ridiculous, you stood in front of Din, whose eyes had lit up at how well the suit fit you.

Despite the look on his face, he didn't say anything, and just nodded in his curt manner.

You nervously slapped your thighs with both hands.

"Right, better get going then."

------------

Reblogs and comments are appreciated, and let me know if you would like to be tagged for the series <3

#din djarin x female reader #din djarin x f!reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian fic #the mandalorian #pedro pascal fics #pedro pascal character fic #pedro pascal fanfiction

67 notes · View notes

eepygeneral · 9 months

Text

"Navigating a relationship with a partner who suffers from post traumatic stress disorder."

gn!reader, cw ptsd, night terrors

A/N: I've been thinking about how most hsr men are military, or in an equally violent field, and how the reader might accidentally trigger their fight/flight/freeze response. This started out as hc for multiple characters but then... this got away from me? So now I'm probably going to do separate drabbles per character. 🥲

(please dm/ask if you need me to tag!)

Dan Heng ->

It's not the first time you two have shared a bed, but of all the ways he's woken you up -- tossing in his sleep was your least favorite. He was having a nightmare again, and sometimes it'd only be a moment before he was blissfully quiet, his soft snoring a sign that you can go back to sleep. But tonight, he's thrashing and gripping at the sheets, tail smacking none too gently against your legs. You sit up, flip on the lamp, and try to wake him from his night terror before he hurt himself. It takes you a couple tries before he finally jerks awake, practically throwing himself over the edge of the bed like he's been burned. His eyes are wild and unfocused as he scrambles away from you.

You don't like how that makes you feel, that your partner is terrified of you, but you know he's not in the right state of mind. It's not you who he's afraid of.

"Hey! Hey, it's okay. It's just me--"

"Who--"

"You're on the express."

He gulps down air before taking stock of his surroundings. He repeats your statement like a question, and then his eyes refocus and he looks at you before reality visibly clicks.

"I'm on the express..." a hand rests over his face, reaching up to grip at his hair, "Right."

You know from experience coddling him does you no good, so you simply reaffirm his surroundings. You tell him what day it is and what time it is, aware that sometimes the lines tend to blur when he dreams of his past and wakes up confused. He nods, needing the reassurance.

Eventually you coax him back into bed and he rests his head in the crook of your neck, your scent a tether that keeps him grounded to the present. Even as you card your fingers through his hair he doesn't fall asleep for a while, simply running his hands up and down your arms by way of apology. It soothes him too.

He hated that you had to see him in such a state, but you guys have had that talk by now. You're with him because you love him and you'll try your best. You're not perfect and don't know what he needs each and every time. But as you've clumsily learned what works best he gradually opened up. He stopped running to another cab whenever these episodes happen, because he knew you weren't going to grab him in a well- meaning attempt to calm him down with his fight or flight instincts still pumping. You always waited patiently for him to come back to bed, and if he wanted to be held or to hold you then you'd always let him initiate that contact.

He loved that you gave him the space he needed and the freedom to choose his next course of action. Because sometimes he needed to walk around and pace to calm down. Sometimes he just never came back to bed because pouring over the archives was a much more grounding activity than laying with you. He loves you, and you're secure in that knowledge. So while you miss having him next to you it's nothing you can't handle. If he was feeling anxious or guilty the following day he never said anything. But by the way he would stand behind you, hold your sleeve, and burrow his head into the crook of your neck you knew he was silently thanking you.

You smile and say nothing, choosing simply to lean into him.

#honkai star rail #dan heng #hi I'm 🍄 anon #iykyk #I've had a brain worm for a week now and finally made an alt to do drabbles #cw ptsd #cw night terrors

7 notes · View notes

khaleesitargaryenvoice · 2 years

Text

Beyond Their Broken Shadow Chapter 2: Eddie Munson X Fem! Reader

TW: sexual harassment, eventual smut, sexual assault, mentions of death, mentions of self harm, drug use, underage drinking, bullying. Smoking. *Let me know if I missed anything.*

Master List

The drive home is silent. Dustin started falling asleep in the passenger seat. I glance over at him a few times, smiling as I watch him nod off slowly. The silence allows my mind to wander. Recalling the days events, recalling old memories and feelings. I sigh at the swirling thoughts. My mind drifts to Eddie. He’s intimidating, but such a teddy bear. My heart races, my panties throughly soaked. I think of his stare, his big doe brown eyes. He’s so expressive. His mouth is plump and constantly moving in some way or another. Dustin said he’s very theatrical. I can tell, even in the brief conversations we’ve had. A nerdy, metal head. How ironic. How perfect for me. I smile wider thinking of tomorrow. Tomorrow. Dustin’s snore reminds me that I have to somehow leave without him realizing where I’m going. I rather keep this movie night secret. I don’t want him thinking it’s something, if it’s not. I rather not crush his possible dream of Eddie and I together, or ruin his friendship with his DM. I direct every brain cell away from dirty thoughts of Eddie and towards how to get out of the house without Dustin getting nosy about where I’m going.

We pull into the driveway. The house completely dark, minus the porch light. I poke the curly head boy next to me.

“Dusty, wake up. We’re home.”

He grumbles, not wanting to move. I get out and head onto his side, helping him into the house and up the stairs to his bed. I take his shoes off. His snores lulling me into a sleepy state. I throw a blanket over him. He curls himself tighter, snuggling the soft fabric. I shake my head, turning out the lamp and shutting his door. I saunter to my room slowly. A yawn escapes my lips as I strip off my dress and under shirt, leaving me only in the dampened panties. I fall onto the mattress, not caring to change. I curl up into my own blanket, allowing sleep to consume me.

The alarm is a rude awakening. 6:30 a.m.. I stretch my half naked body along the bed, popping every vertebrae as I do. A yawn escapes my chapped lips. My hair is tangled in several knots, looking messy and fucked out. I pull my body from the warmth and comfort of bed and stumble to the cold bathroom attached to my room. The heat of the shower begins to swirl around, waking me up slowly. The steam fogs the mirror so I don’t have to look at the horror of my morning face. I am thankful for that. I crawl into the shower, allowing the water to drip down my curves and untangle my hair. My mind begins to wake up as I lather my body quickly. I need to find a way to ditch Dustin. Maybe Eddie has an idea. Eddie, it’s too early to have lewd thoughts. I groan, recalling his fingers. The way the curled around his chain and guitar pick. My ring finger brushing past my clit. Two other fingers already curling towards my entrance. I mean…what’s the harm right? I allow the digits to slide up and down my sopping cunt. They enter me slow. Hushed moans escape my lips. The running water diluting my pleasurable tones. I grasp my breast with my free hand. My fingers twirling the nipple heavily, matching the pace of my finger on my clit. I huff, groan, moan. My eyes half lid, picturing Eddie’s hands instead. Picturing his beautiful eyes staring at me. His tongue slithering out, licking my chest and neck slowly. His plump lips leaving open mouth kisses all over my body. I pump harder, rub my clit at an inhuman speed. I arch my back, nearly slipping in the shower, as I cum on my fingers. My hand looks so glossy against the water. I take a few moments to come down from my high. I wash the cum off my body. Regaining my breathe and stepping out of the shower, feeling more awaken than when I stepped in.

A pair of black lace panties hides beneath my mini jean skirt, and a matching bra cups my breasts beneath a black Queen band crop top, and a dark washed jean jacket. Simple, but still cute. And sexy if things go somewhere tonight. A blush rises to my face at the thought. I fix my make-up. Trying to look as natural as possible, while also trying not to look like I’m part of the living dead. It also helps to hide the constant blush I have. My hair, no longer tangled, now sits in a high pony once again. I stare back at my reflection, pleased with how I look. I slip on my black kitten heels and make my way downstairs.

Dustin and his mom are waiting at the table.

“Good morning, dear.” Aunt Claudia chirps. She looks exhausted from the nightshift, but is probably waiting until we are off at school to head to bed.

“Good morning.” I smile back, joining them at the table. I pour myself a glass of juice and munch on some toast that one of them has made, most likely Claudia.

“How was your first day of school?” She raises a brow, taking another sip of her glass.

“Great!” Dustin says, devouring his cereal.

“It was fine.” I shrug my shoulders. It’s not completely a lie.

“You adjusting okay?” She places a hand on my arm, rubbing it softly. Her tone filled with concern.

I offer a small grin, “Yes, it’s seamless.” I want to reassure her. I want her to not worry about me.

She grins back, “Good. I’m leaving at 7 again tonight. I’m gonna try and be up in time to make dinner, but…” I interrupt her. I decide it’s better to be honest about my whereabouts than sneak off.

“I actually won’t be here. I’m hanging out with a friend after school, if that’s okay.” I bite my lip, anxiety pumping through me. Her eyes widen in surprise. “I promise I won’t be out late.” I ensure her. “We’re just gonna watch a few movies, probably eat something.”

“Oh my God, do you have a date?” Dustin asks, acting a little grossed out.

I roll my eyes, huffing. “It’s not a date.”

“That’s fine, Y/N. Just be home by midnight please. Dustin you gonna be okay alone?” Claudia agrees to my plans. Her features softening, looking happier than she has this past year.

“Whoa, why does she get to stay out until midnight and I always have to be home by 9?” Dustin protests, ignoring his mom’s question.

“Because I’m an adult.” I argue, getting up from the table, placing my bag on my back.

“No, you aren’t even 18 yet!” He continues, as he follows me.

“I will be in a few weeks!” I sing, cocking my head.

“You kids have fun today!” Claudia calls to us as we head towards the door. She laughs lightly to herself at our argument.

“Bye mom!”

“Bye Aunt Claudia!” We holler back, continuing our spat the entire way to school.

“Look all I’m saying is, it’s not fair!” Dustin whines.

“Life isn’t fair dude.” I laugh.

In the back of my mind a subtle depression kicks in. It really isn’t. I am the poster child for life not being fair. I sigh, slamming my door shut as we head towards the school. Mike and Lucas are waiting by the bike racks for Dustin.

“I’ll drop you off at home after school still okay?” I tussle his hair, wave to his friends and head inside.

I reach my locker, finding Robin standing by it again.

“Are you guarding my locker now?” I tease her.

She gives an awkward smile, “yes, and I charge by the minute. So that’ll be…” she glances at her watch, “25 bucks.”

I open my locker, turning my head slightly towards her. “How long have you been waiting here?” I raise a brow, curious now.

“Five minutes.” She shrugs her shoulders. The words slurring slightly.

“Five dollars a minute? What economy do you think we live in?” I bat my eyes, returning my focus to my locker.

“Hey, I have needs to meet too.” She laughs, enjoying our negotiation.

“You have a job don’t you? Or did you and Steve get fired?” I pull the English text book out, placing it firmly in my hands and shut the locker door.

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I’m working until 10 tonight.” She groans, throwing her head against the lockers next to mine. “You should stop by, I know Steve would be happy to see you.” She teases.

I roll my eyes, dismissing her taunt. “Very tempting, but I’m afraid I have plans already.” I walk backwards towards my class.

She follows me, scoffing at my excuse. “Sitting in your room, reading and eating Jiff’s from the jar is not considered plans.” She argues.

I turn around, facing forward. My face turned up towards her with a faux hurt expression. “Rude Robin, just rude. And actually…” I hold my breathe for a moment. “I am going out with a…friend.” I pause, my voice raising on the word friend, unsure if that’s what I should be calling a guy I only just met.

She stops dead in her tracks. I walk ahead, only pausing when she doesn’t resume her movements. I slowly walk back towards her, placing a hand on her arm.

“You ok…ah!”she pushes me into the nearest bathroom.

“Tell me everything!” She screams, as I stumble towards one of the stall doors.

I catch myself, adjusting my skirt. “What?”

“Who are you going out with? What are you doing? When did you all meet? I need details!” Robin interrogates.

I place my arms on her shoulders. They are so tense. I relax her. “Calm down, it’s just a…a guy…it’s not a date. I mean, well—maybe it is. But he didn’t make it sound like a date. I guess he asked because I fixed up his car. Maybe, but I just…” I’m rambling. I feel my cheeks heating up. My hands moving from her shoulders to fiddle with my the bits of hair hanging around my face. My palms are sweaty. Her smile widens, eyes sparkling waiting for a name, for more. “It’s not a date!” I laugh, forcing her to burst as well.

“What’s his name?!” She demands, gripping my shoulders now.

I gulp. Unsure if I want to share this information with her. I peer around the bathroom. It’s bright blue and completely empty, as far as I can tell. I twist my fingers in front of me. My gaze now finding the floor interesting.

“I don’t even know if you would call him a friend. I mean I only met him yesterday and…”

“Y/N!” Robin pouts, “His name?” She is begging.

I take a deep breathe, glancing up at her. Her eyes wider than ever. Her teeth, I swear, are about to bite her lower lip off. I take one last look around the room.

“Eddie Munson…” his name catches in my throat and coming off as a soft moan almost.

Her hand finds her mouth. “Wait…like…really?” Her face is contorting into several emotions. Confusion and happiness are the main ones I notice. Now it’s my turn to beg.

“Please, please, please do not say anything! He asked me after dinner last night and…”

“Wait you two had dinner together already?” She questions, mouth still agape.

“Well yeah. Dustin was hungry. We went to a diner. He paid because I bought him new tires, because those basketball brats slashed his. And I cleaned the windshield because they wrote that awful name on it. And…”

“You bought him tires?” Her brow quirks up, voice straining.

The realization of how all this sounds makes me seem desperate for his attention and also like a major dork. I cover my mouth mortified.

“Oh God, I’m actually insane.” I murmur, sliding down the stall behind me.

“You have to be to go out with Eddie.” She joins me.

I shoot her an annoyed glare. She awkwardly smiles. We sit in silence for a moment. My heart racing. Is this a good idea? Or is he doing this just to be nice to the new girl. No that doesn’t seem right. Ugh, my brain swirls with doubting thoughts. Robin rubs my arm.

“So what are you guys doing tonight?” She smiles softly.

“A movie at his place.” I whisper.

“That sounds like fun.” She widens her grin. “Look,” she stands up, throwing her hand down, offering it to me. I take it. “I think it’s a good idea. Even if it’s just as friends. Eddie is…different…” I cock a brow at her. “But,” she continues quickly, “he’s a good guy. I see how he is with the freshmen. I’m sure he’ll be a gentleman on your not date, date.” She beams reassuringly. I can’t help but laugh at her attempt.

“Thanks Robin.” I smile shyly. “He is sweet. I guess I’m just nervous. I’ve never…well…dated or been around a guy by myself.” I shuffle my feet against the tile. She lifts my chin.

“As someone who hangs out with one all the time,” she’s referring to Steve. “You’ll be fine. Just be you. He’ll love that.” She winks.

I push her off laughing at her once again. She joins in this time. The bell rings, forcing us to end this fun little gossip session. I walk out with her,

“I want details, missy! Don’t leave anything out!” She demands, yelling down the hall as we part ways.

I wave her off, rolling my eyes at her need for a play by play. I turn back around, bumping into a warm wall. The smell of nicotine, weed and woodsy cologne fill my nostrils. It’s a comforting smell. My eyes fall on his Metallic shirt first. I scan up to his strong jawline and find his big brown eyes looking down at me. I was right, he does tower over me. I swallow thickly, giggling.

“I’m sorry. Hi, Eddie.” My voice sugar coats the apology and his name.

He gives a wide grin. “No worries, Princess.” Even after learning my name, he’s still using those nicknames that make my panties want to drop.

“We still good for tonight?” He asks, biting his lip and fiddling with his rings.

His hands are so distracting. Callous covered and decked out in so many rings. His fingers look so flexible. They would be able to make me cum faster than my own. I shiver, recalling my morning rush.

“Y/N?” He coos.

“Yeah,” my voice sounds dazed. I return my eyes to his. His brow cocked waiting for a response. “I’m sorry. Yes we are. Can’t wait.” I exclaim. “I just have to drop Dustin off. What time did you want me over?” I ask, I mirror his look, biting my own lip.

“How does six work? My uncle should be gone by then.”

“Six is perfect.” I shift my eyes down to my feet. “Um, do you wanna have me guess where you live or…” I ask as awkwardly as possible.

“Oh right. I live at the trailer park,” he says embarrassingly. “You’ll see my van. It’s hard to miss with those new tires.” He mocks.

I swat his chest. He feigns injury.

“Want me to bring anything?” I ask.

“Just your beautiful self.” He winks.

The final bell rings. He ushers me towards Mrs. O’Donnell’s door. He follows me in, taking the seat behind me.

“I didn’t realize you were in this class.” I whisper to him, as the classroom settles.

“Well you did have your back to me.” He says. “But,” his eyes scan my body, licking his lips lightly. I feel heat rushing down to my core. “I’m not complaining.” He winks.

I bite my inner cheek, trying not to squeal. Mrs. O’Donnell begins. I turn back around, crossing my legs to find some relief from the rising heat between my legs.

The morning drags on incredibly slow. I feel antsy in every class. My focus is not on the lessons, but on Eddie and our movie date. Movie hang out. I’m still not sure. One thing I know for sure. I am avoiding the cafeteria. Even though Jason and his cronies are leaving me alone, I rather not deal with any of that today, especially today. I decide to skip lunch. I walk out into the courtyard where I threw up yesterday. I grab the book from my bag. I lay out on the grass, trying to not expose myself too much. But also not caring because no one really comes out here during this time. Everyone’s too busy eating or chatting with their friends. I use my bag to prop up my head. My knees bent enough to not fully expose my ass, but you can definitely see a peak of the black lacy lingerie I’m wearing. The cool August breeze blows gently against my body, creating goosebumps along my skin, but the blazing sun heats me back up quickly enough. A perfect August day. A rarity in Indiana. My mind melts into the story in front of me. I allow myself to be fully immersed into Middle Earth. Allowing Frodo and Sam to take me along on their epic quest.

The cafeteria roars to life, as students indulge in lunch. Each table housing a different group. The jocks, the nerds, the band geeks and the Hellfire club—just to name a few. Eddie sits at the head of his table, reading some stupid magazine. He’s not really reading the articles, he’s thinking of Y/N. She is gorgeous. Her eyes are so big and beautiful. Her lips curl into the most beautiful smile. And her laugh—oh God, he could put it on loop and listen to it for an eternity. She isn’t just beautiful though, oh no. She’s smart and funny. A freak just like him. He shakes his head. She hates the word freak. It makes her squirm, which he loves to see. Eddie’s mind drifts to other ways to make her squirm like that. Heat rises to his cheeks, creating a subtle blush on his face.

“So you gonna have Y/N drop you off after school at my place?” Mike breaks Eddie’s lewd thoughts.

“No.” Dustin huffs. “I’ll ride my bike over.” He sounds bitter.

“You okay?” Lucas questions.

“Yeah… No. She’s going on some date tonight. And she gets to stay out later than I do.” His words are annoyingly bitter. “And she keeps arguing that it’s because she’s an adult.” He rolls his eyes.

“She is a senior.” Mike chimes in.

“Yeah, but she’s 17 still. Technically, not an adult.” Dustin argues.

Eddie’s eyes widen behind the magazine. Jailbait. Illegal in the state of Indiana. Legality has never stopped Eddie before, but Y/N is special. He didn’t want to give her a reputation that she didn’t deserve. Maybe this isn’t a good idea? Eddie’s heart breaks a little at that thought. He really likes Y/N. His eyes search the cafeteria for her. She’s nowhere to be seen. As discreetly as he can, Eddie leaves the table for a ‘smoke break.’

The Hellfire leader walks to his usual spot in hopes of finding her there again. Sure enough, lying in the grass is his princess. She looks so peaceful. Her hair trickles down her backpack and into the grass. Eddie see’s her knees slightly raised. Dropping his gaze he notices a bit of black lace peaking out. The curve of her ass, just barely showing under the short skirt. His heart stops, breath hitches. What he wouldn’t give to climb between her delicious thighs and devour what’s hiding beneath that mini skirt and lace. Eddie shakes his nerves. He grows bold, and steps forward. He places a cigarette between his teeth. His eyes watching her subtle breathing. Her chest rising and falling so delicately. If he had a camera he would take a photo of the beautiful display. Eddie reaches her feet. They are now toe to toe. He taps her heel lightly, getting her attention.

A light tapping pulls me from the fantasy world and back into reality. I pull the book away from my face. I gaze up to see a smirking Eddie. His cigarette hanging lazily from his beautiful lips. He puffs a smoke cloud into the air. This is a reality I don’t mind returning to.

“You found my hide away.” My heel lifts, tapping at his shin.

He chuckles at my movement. He crouches down, taking hold of my heel. His hand falls at my ankle. His fingers splay, climbing my leg so slowly, so gently. It sends a shiver down my spine. Eddie’s hands are rough, but his touch causes my panties to soak. Fuck. His calloused finger tips grasp my knee. He sits on the grass, allowing my leg to fall along his lap. I make a bold move. I place my other leg on his lap, crossing my ankles together. I swear I hear him groan as he releases another puff of smoke.

“Decided to run away to Middle Earth instead of the cafeteria.” His voice is so smooth it causes another wave of heat to rush down my body. He is going to ruin every pair of panties I own.

I hum, nodding. We sit for a moment. The gentle breeze is our only company. The smell of his smoke fills my lungs.

“Could I…” I hesitate, breaking the silence.

He glances down at me. I point to his cigarette. Without another word he hands me the butt. I take it, examine it. Smoke trails off the singed end. I place the butt delicately between my lips. I inhale deeply, allowing the nicotine to fill my lungs. The exhale is soft. The puff of smoke blowing away in the breeze. I hand it back to him. Our finger tips lightly touching. It feels like sparks. I notice my lip stick stain on the butt. I glance at him through hooded eyes. His jaw is slack again. Mouth agape, shocked—maybe? I sit up, curling my back slightly to support my upper body weight.

“Thank you.” I coo softly.

He is speechless, for once. From what Dustin has said, this boy has a comeback for everything. Always has the last word. Not today. I giggle at his dumbfound expression. He dawns a silly smile, that curls on his lips as he takes the butt to his lips. He inhales deeply. Breaking his silent streak on the release.

“So, Dustin seems upset about our little date tonight.” The word date pops so strongly. It almost sounds sarcastic.

“Well,” I bite my lip. I watch his fingers trickle up and down my leg, never going past my knee. It feels like spiders spinning webs along my shins. “I think he’s more upset that I’m allowed to stay out later.” I giggle. “But Dustin is pretty protective.” I smile to the ground.

Dustin is like the little brother I never had. We have always been more like siblings than cousins. I’ve spent a lot of time with them, especially these past four years. The first day that I moved in with them, it was memorial weekend. I was sitting up in my room, holding my pillow tightly to my chest. Dustin knocked lightly on my door.

“Hey,” he whispered.

“Hey Dusty.” I smile softly, ushering him to sit next to me on the empty mattress.

I hadn’t unpacked or fixed up the bed yet. I wasn’t ready to make this place my home. I wasn’t ready to unpack the memories.

“I promise I’m gonna make sure you are okay here. I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.” He insisted.

We hugged. I don’t know what prompted him to say it, but I’m glad he did. He may be a little shit sometimes, but I love him. And I’m happy he has my back.

Eddie’s silk voice breaks my memory.

“Well he is right. You’re technically not an adult yet.” He gives a knowing grin. This is that little shit part coming out. The part I want to beat to a pulp. “17 huh?” He releases one last puff of smoke before discarding the butt into the grass.

I look at him. His brows raised, waiting for an explanation.

“Well, yeah. I turn 18 in October.” I bite my lip. I notice worry behind his eyes. “Eddie,” I breathe, hating myself for what’s about to spill from my lips. “If it makes you uncomfortable… I know you’re older, like 20 right? I don’t want to get you in trouble.” My hands fiddle together.

My gaze drops to his hand on my leg again. He halts his movements. I hear him swallow hard.

“I don’t care. I just don’t want people to talk about you. I…” I interrupt him, lifting my eyes back to his.

“They already are, Eddie.” I frown.

“They’re calling you a bad ass for what you did to Jason.” He cheers, giving a goofy grin. “I don’t need them saying you’re a freak like me.” His eyes look away.

I reach for his face. My fingers gently falling around his smooth chin. I pull it back towards me. I blink at him for a moment.

“You know how much I hate that word.” I bite my lip.

My body moves closer to his. My hand on his chin drops to his chest. My legs fully drape over his. My ass nearly in his lap. Our faces draw closer. I feel his hot breath along my neck. He looks down at me. His hooded gaze softens. His hand resumes rubbing my leg, this time above the knee. His fingers dance closer to the hem of my skirt. Heat continues to pool. It will surly drip down my legs, coating his fingers in my slick before this conversation is through.

“Do you still want me to come over?” I ask blankly. My eyes finding his.

He bites his lip, “yeah. I really do.” He admits through a hitched breath. “But…” His free hand throws some of his beautiful curls over his face. Hiding his eyes from me.

He’s still concerned. I find it sweet. I decide to crack the protective wall I built up last year. Allowing someone to catch a small glimpse of what’s behind it.

“Eddie,” I squirm lightly, brushing my bare legs against his thighs. A small groan escapes his lips. I blush at the noise. Another rush of wet heat fills my lace panties. I swallow away the dirty thoughts. “Before I came to Hawkins, I lived in a tiny little town. Like really tiny. Only 200 people lived there, tiny.” I stress how small this town is, because Hawkins is also pretty small. I take a deep breath, continuing. “I use to be a wall flower. No one knew my name, no one bothered me. I would walk the halls like a ghost.” I lick my lips. His eyes intense, hanging onto every word. “But…things change. Life happens.” I exhale, shying away for a moment. “It happened over night. I went from being invisible, to being the most talked about person—and not just in school.” I bite my lip. My chest tightens. My breath catches. It forces my next words to sound hushed. “I…I wish I could go back, to being a nobody. I tried, a few times. I wanted to be a ghost again.” My eyes fall on my wrist. My sleeve covering my skin. I return my eyes to him. He didn’t notice the way my eyes fell…good. “When that plan failed, I moved here.” I whisper. “I thought I could start over, but…” I swallow hard, biting my inner cheek—hard. “A fucking jock had to make sure everyone knew who I was. Make a scene.” I feel tears welling up in my eyes. I don’t allow them to fall. I breathe them back in. Fighting the need to break down for the umpteenth time. I give a quick smile. His intense doe eyes look…hurt. Sad for me. Unnecessary. “My point is,” I begin, sniffling a little. Still fighting the tears. “I am use to the whispers. I’ve learned to ignore them.” I blink away one tear, it falls down my cheek. He wipes it away. I laugh lightly, “As my daddy use to say, ‘let them spend their lives talking, wasting their breath on whatever bullshit they decide to gossip about that day. You just spend your time doing whatever makes you happy.’” I give the best impression of my father’s thick southern accent. He laughs at it, I do too. I lift my fingers from his chest to his curls dangling from his shoulders. Pulling on the ends lightly, earning a small moan from his lips. “And do you know what would make me happy, Eddie?” I whisper, my lips brushing against his.

“What’s that princess?” He breathes against my lips.

“Watching horny teenagers get butchered by a mad-man with a chainsaw.” I laugh, placing my head on his shoulder.

His face leans into my hair. I feel his lips lightly pressing my temple.

“I’ll just run home and get my chainsaw then.” He teases. I swat his chest lightly laughing at his twisted joke.

I peer up at him. His eyes casting down at me. My lips pout, but a smile breaks through. I bite my tongue, sniffling another laugh. It’s hard to even pretend to be annoyed with Eddie.

“Only if you let me use the chainsaw on Jason.” I request.

“I’ll let you have the first swing, but I want my turn with him too.” He laughs, pulling me closer—if that’s even possible.

We stay like that. His arms wrapped around my waist tightly. My arms snaked around his neck. I’m practically sitting on his lap at this point. Our eyes intently staring at one another’s. I bounce his luscious curls between my fingers. His hair is soft and smells like green apples, and weed. I can feel his body heating up, hear his heart beating a little faster. Or maybe it’s my own. Our faces are mere inches apart. His breath smells of nicotine and mint. It fans my face softly. My eyes flutter from his eyes to his lips. He leans a little closer. His eyes hooded. I follow his lead. The sound of Mike, Dustin and Lucas breaks us apart so fast, I feel like I got whiplash.

“Hey!” Dustin calls, noticing us in the grass.

I wave over. My face feeling hot. I look over at Eddie his face looks hotter. His hair sticks to his face from the amount of sweat he’s dispensed.

“Whatcha doing?” He asks. I know that look it’s his, there’s something going on and I’m gonna find out, look.

I click my heels together three times, praying it will teleport me anywhere but here, just like in the Wizard of Oz. But my shoes are not ruby red, so I guess it won’t work. I bite my lip, gathering the book in my hand.

“Just reading.” I raise the book up. Displaying the cover of his favorite novel.

“Smoke break.” Eddie announces, placing another cigarette between his lips, trying to light it quickly. His palms are so sweaty though, he’s having trouble lighting it.

The three boys look at each other, then back to us. They nod, accepting our answers.

“I’ll see you after school Y/N. Later, Eddie.” Dustin hesitantly says. His head turns back a few times before disappearing into the science building with his friends.

I release a breath I didn’t realize I was hold.

“Fuck.” I exhale.

“I mean, buy me dinner first and maybe we can.” Eddie teases, wiggling his brow.

My mouth hangs open, going dry. I lick my lips, trying to regain the lost moisture.

“In your dreams Munson.” I hit his shoulder. I stand up, smoothing my skirt and place my book tight against my chest.

“See, I’ve only known you for two days and you are already inside my head.” He taunts. His tongue lulls against his lower lip, licking it lightly. I laugh at him, beginning to walk towards the main building. He grabs my hand, pulling me back. Our fingers lace together. I glance at the connection. My eyes trailing up to meet his. His blush deepens to a darker red. “For what it’s worth, I like knowing your name. Y/N.” My heart swells. His words are so soft, so timid, so honest.

“Me too.” I bite my lip. “I’ll see you at six?” My brow lifts, hoping he’ll say yes.

“I’ll have the chainsaw ready, as long as you provide some horny teenagers.” He jests with a wink.

Our hands release slowly. I giggle, “I might be able to bring one by.” I shoot him a wink of my own. “Later, Eddie.” I turn leaving the man flabbergasted and stiff as a board.

#eddie #eddie munson #eddiesmut #Smut #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #romance #fem reader

29 notes · View notes