#[but it still very much an open starter!!!]

[ineed-to-sleep]

I wanted to say, bc I saw someone mention Geralt as an example of a predetermined character in an rpg that works, that yeah, I fully agree it can work! But in Geralt's case, for example, he's a well established character who's fully written before you start the game. He has his own traits, his flaws and shortcomings, history, relationships, etc. He's just as well written as any other character in the story, and the only things you have power over are his choices and a bit of his fighting style(sometimes his hair as well), but everything is made to fit with who this character is as established before the game even starts. Think of the origin characters in Baldur's Gate 3, it's the same thing- they're not customizable, they're established before you even start, and the only control you have is over their journey. None of these are ever meant to be a blank slate, and they're written as such.

With this Phyre character it's like they're trying so so hard to tread the line between "this is a character that stands on their own" and "this is a blank slate you can fully customize". What you end up with is a very "meh" sort of character, who's not one or the other, without enough wiggle room to make your own story however you want and not enough to get attached to them as they are. We get attached to Geralt bc he's a fully written character in the game, you just control his actions. The problem with Phyre is that they're neither a fully written character nor fully yours to write.

#and like ok it's normal to have limitations #like for example dragon age has background limitations right #but things are still left open enough that you can easily make your own story with those limitations #a story which could be wildly different from another player who chose the same background #and that's the fun of it #but this isn't it #you can't even customize their appearence for starters #which is a big part of a character's writing. you can't write a black character for example if you're forced to play as a pale woman #how could you write a native american who maybe never cut their hair bc of their culture when you're forced to play as mr or mrs undercut #honestly I think either you commit to making them a blank slate and allow as much customization as possible #or you just write a predetermined character that's actually compelling #sleep.txt #vtmb2 #but anyway this is just my opinion rn with the current information #I could be wrong idk!! maybe they did it right. maybe when the game comes out it'll be so good I'll have to eat my words #but rn I'll be honest with u chief I'm not feeling very optimistic

[mothvalentino]

Val sighs, his breath a red waft as he sits smoking on top of his car. Whenever he feels particularly shitty, he likes to take his ride out for a drive all by himself, no chauffeur or arm candy needed.

After cruising aimlessly for a while, his route had led him to a hill towering above Pentagram City. It's the middle of the night, the lights of the skyline shining like a cluster of colorful stars. Valentino loses himself in the sight, melancholic music blasting from his car's stereo.

It still hurts. The ache so deep and vicious he quickly realized that no amount of alcohol, drugs, or sex would console him for long. With another defeated vocalization, Val lies down on his back, staring into space with his vision turned upside down much like his afterlife.

#ཐིཋྀ: ic #//still very much in his feelings about that whole thing #ཐིཋྀ: voxy #ཐིཋྀ: amorcito #tangledfate #electriccapitalist #ཐིཋྀ: open starter

[sysig]

Game time >:3c (Patreon)

#Doodles #The game concept I referenced a bit back! #Technically this would fall under #Dream log #In the dream it had a much cleaner aesthetic which is actually a bit ironic haha considering the POV had just made it on the spot #It should've looked much more like mine! I also made mine quite quickly to make sure it got out of my head and into physicality :) #They must've had quite the production team haha ♪ Crisp laminated cards and a 15-slot board! #Thinking about translating it to the real world I went for an L-shape so I wouldn't have to use too much paper #But it would probably be a fold-out map in three sections - I'm still into the idea of making it modular as well :) #Or at least able to change out different boards for different stories and plot beats! Mix things up! #Very much like Madlibs in that way #So far the playtesting has been minimal but if nothing nothing else it was fun to doodle up and consider the characters and locations ♪ #Starter pack! Comes with expansions with more characters and places! Hehe #I really enjoy drawing with decisive lines I just get nervous rather often ahh #But drawing like this is so fun! It's almost like drawing with ink :) No erasing! Careful and carefree! It's very fun #Especially when they turn out so cute <3 Like the Ghost or the Scientist haha ♪ I might've made the latter with smol in mind hehe #She did end up liking them :) #I also tried to keep most of them fairly gender neutral or at least open to interpretation since anyone could pick any card :) #Combining design elements like for the Medic of the mask-uline and feminine head covering hehe ♪ #I think the Ghost is still my favourite tho which is funny 'cause I initially only drew a sheet ghost #The skeleton inside makes them so much cuter! Haha #They're all cute though :D Love when that happens ♪ #I have a few more ideas - more for expansion packs later!

[thorneprincess]

"Has any one of you woken up from a sleep so bad, it fueled you with every religious guilt known to man? While also somehow still keeping the lack of shits attitude towards the world?"

She might be in actual Agony™.

#open starter #help im on three hours of sleep and i feel like a catholic #but i still dont have as much shit as i usually do? #its a very weird combo

[deathsbecome]

OPEN STARTER / VERSE: YELLOW.JACKETS (POST CRASH) plot: your muse asked what was on her mind

"Khamar Daban," she says with little elaboration. Upon seeing the look on the other's face, she shrugged. "What? You asked." She shut her eyes, as if trying to reorganize her thoughts. "It's a mountain range. A few years back there were—" she cuts herself off, "Uh, I shouldn't get into it, actually. It'd be disrespectful, or something." More accurately, it would probably freak them out. Much in the same way she's been thinking about the incident because she's freaked out.

#i swear ill post opens for other verses. but She #listen idk if the incident in question is even something she'd realistically be able to know abt but. #i got thinking about her and like. how shes repressing all her emotions basically but. theres still these weird tells. #and her thinking about freaky wilderness incident is very much. Anxiety #im. guessing this would be. not long after the crash tho #open starter #not at home with the dead nor with the living (verse: yellowjackets)

[more-than-a-princess]

@arslivitia​ asked:  “say the word and i will crush his ribs.” [ from akira! just got back home from first day of work, so i apologize for not sending one in sooner, otl ;; ]

When He Was Wicked Sentence Starters - Accepting 1 or 2 more of these!

It was the sort of scene Sonia, in the moments she chose to fret about her friendships, her normal life in Japan, and how it would fit in with what she really was, had worried for most. The sort that kept her up at night when even a good horror movie couldn't lull her to sleep (much less a cozy drink). In the end, watching a serial killer slash away at their victims or an evil presence terrorize a family was far more appealing than watching both of her lives collide in front of her and her, unsure of how to proceed or react next.

Literally. Considering Akira had shown her his usual convenience store and the places where he trained in martial arts (but not where he socialized with his friends. Or friend, she should say: she'd never met Amanome but Akira gave few personal details about him and Sonia didn't feel it was wise to press him further), the area was still not the sort of place the Princess of Novoselic had any reason to be in. Full of organized and unorganized crime alike, it was a neighborhood of mostly lower middle class families and establishments, save for an affluent all-girls school in the area with questionable reviews. At least compared to Hope's Peak, which made every other school in the nation questionable.

To that end, it had been refused for her to walk alone: she'd agreed to allow him to retrieve her at the train station despite the reality of it: a car with black-tinted windows had dropped her off and waited a block and a half away, as inconspicuous as possible. It had been perfect: she simply would've arrived early (as Novoselic custom dictated) and he wouldn't have been any the wiser.

That is, until several hours into their outing, one of her plainclothes security (a demand made by her family once they'd learned the area of Tokyo their daughter was visiting regularly) made himself a little too obvious and stood a little too close to Sonia, eyeing Akira Kijima a little too closely behind his sunglasses. In a moment, her friend had taken down a professionally-trained bodyguard and now threatened to crush his ribcage beneath his foot.

"No! Absolutely not, Kijima-san!" Sonia cried. Truth be told, she didn't know quite how this would turn out. How he'd react, and perhaps even more crucially, how the bodyguard would act. Akira knew Sonia was rich, that was for certain: but she'd kept the rest of it, the important bit, hidden. For as long as she manage it. Clearly that was going to end today.

"You mustn't hurt Claude!" She replied, eyeing the dark-haired man beneath Akira's sneaker. With his sunglasses on and his dark hair, he could easily blend in with the rest of the crowd. However, the blue eyes beneath the lenses were enough to show that the day's security wasn't a 100% Japanese citizen: instead, he was half-Japanese, half-Novosonian, and had completed ten years in the military before Gabriel, the Royal Family's Head of Security, had dispatched him and half a dozen others to keep an eye on the Princess at official royal events (and, Sonia rather suspected, most other times as well, as discreetly as possible). "Please, let him up! He...he works for my family, you see. He is watching over me and doing his job, as acutely as possible."

She sighed deeply. In perhaps an overly dramatic fashion, she'd thrown herself between both men and placed her hands on Akira's chest, her attempt to gently restrain him, if not calm him down. Before she dealt with two very pressing problems: telling him what she really was and communicating home that her personal security was taken down by an eighteen-year-old high school student.

"He was following a bit too closely, but it's the only way I'd be allowed to visit your neighborhood, this area of the city," She explained, taking a half-step back once she was sure Akira didn't plan to murder Claude in an alley. "It's a security risk, for me and my family, if anything befalls me here. We're not...well. We're not exactly a normal family. We've got...quite a lot to live up to."

#more-than-a-princess answered #arslivitia #Non-Despair AU: Hope's Peak Academy verse #(When He Was Wicked sentence starters) #(No worries! Thank you for sending this in!) #(I almost had it be one of Sonia's pervy classmates BUT) #(That would likely require Akira visiting/attending Hope's Peak) #(Which I'm still very much open to if you want to go that route!) #(But for now: time to out Sonia's royal status)

[starsmuserainbow]

[[Starter for @inmiasma (Nezha - you know which one!)!]]

To be fair, this was absolutely unplanned. It was probably good that Starfire was in this - and in a civilian outfit too, she liked to put one of those on when going to the mall sometimes - and seemingly not recognized by the group of thugs either. Three of them, and it was one of them finally getting the bright idea to check the dressing cabins that had brought Starfire out of her cabin, straight to a gun aimed at her and telling her to go over there and lie on the ground with the other hostages.

It didn't seem like anyone was hurt so far, so that was good - but three people were a bit much to risk taking on immediately. She could knock one out, maybe launch herself at another, but keeping an eye on three of them at the same time? Very difficult with civilians around, not to mention that one could never be sure if they had normal weapons, or something worse. No, for now she decided to play along a little, maybe a chance would arise. Taking her place with the other hostages, she looked around them. "Do not fear! I will not allow any of you to be harmed!" Some exchanged whispers after her words, perhaps had recognized her - and Starfire then spotted one other hostage that didn't look all that frightened. On the contrary, it looked like he was keeping track of the criminals just like she did, and that together with the lack of fear she could see... she had to say something. Still quiet, of course, to not attract the attention of their captors, Starfire spoke again. "Are you planning to take action? That is most unwise, please do not continue such thoughts! I will solve the situation, you do not need to risk getting to harm."

#inmiasma #I'm pretty sure I was 'supposed' to write the starter already? if we still needed to plot out some things #or if you'd rather have something changed about this; lemme know #I was sitting there when I started writing and realized it wasn't as easy as I thought to throw star into the situation #like; I wanted her to come to the scene when the hostage-ing was already taking place #but then I realized she would be recognized from afar #and certainly no criminal would let a superhero join their hostage-situation #at least I very much doubt they would #and if I would start by having star idk rip an opening and go for the criminals right away #that wouldn't have felt right either #so her being shopping when it happened and her being in it from the beginning it became - I hope that works! #using the new post editor for my starter so we can use the new form of cutting posts; if you wanna!

[hargrxve]

He hates him. God, does he hate him. And yet he can’t stop making idle glances at Eddie Munson in the hall way. After their little ‘altercation’, he hasn’t been able to get him off of his mind, and quite frankly, it’s irritating. Then again, it doesn’t take much to irritate Billy, really.

#OPEN STARTER #this is referencing Haze’s Eddie specifically #because they kissed but Billy is still very much: I don’t like men #smh #boy ur lookin at him every chance you get now #in character. — 000. | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐓. #main verse. — 001. | 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐓.

[liminaltm-a]

❝  Fun  fact  !  Despite  popular  belief,  my  home  state  of  Washington  actually  has  the  most  reported  UFO  sightings  !    ❞

#( weather this factoid actually still holds true idk #but it's still a fun one i love very much #( file ) / * open starter . #( muse – the begonia ) / * in character .

[thursdaygrl]

currently not sure if i'm working tomorrow but i'm gonna go to bed just to be safe. other starters will come tomorrow!

#also that starter call is very much still open #she speaks.

[mythvoiced]

OPEN STARTER | Gāo Chén

"It's either 'where are your parents' or 'get a job', ah... Life's tough around these parts... which one are you?"

#;open starter #the misfortune bringer;chén #the misfortune bringer;chen #i forgot if i wrote their tag with or without tone-- #the misfortune bringer;open #AND HERE IS a-jiàn's counterpart c*nt chén themselves #they bring BAD luck entirely depending on what they perceive to be bad luck #which is why they're often goofily saying shit like 'damn wouldn't it be bad if-' and then hiding behind their fan #BECAUSE YES!! you are CORRECT!!! they're your fan holder fave in every respectable xianxia #they're also over a thousand years old ofc they and zhìjiàn died directly involved with each other it's a whole thing #there's lore behind it and everything but what you must know is that #chén does love to dress like they stepped out of a xianxia and they were Rich and Spoiled and Gorgeous #and have somehow decided to still act like it #pretty privilege all around but also very sheltered #also ofc they/them as you may have noticed YOU KNOW THEY?? they could be your nasty bestie yknow #beautiful arm-candy with too much to say and none of it is nice~ #;queue #just checked their google doc where's the mandarin characters DID?? I NOT ADD THEM HEY NOW-- #woh was fun btw i came for the 'i don't want to watch th* unt*med i read it' and stayed for 'he'S A WHORE-'

[bcneheaded]

💬🥀 — There's screaming... just around the corner there, just beyond this alleyway. Somewhere near the location of Artemis' shop, but far enough away to make the lesser demonic and shadow entities feel a little too brave, perhaps. To make the scouting goons of the demon's rival, a vampire lord, feel a little too at ease.

" 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎. " Comes a hoarse whisper; voice low as though murmuring a secret. A strangled whimper, and then something wet spattering to the ground. Whatever it was wasn't human, at least. But did that truly make the pain inflicted any better?

Rounding the corner, one would see the suited demon standing within the empty, narrow street, holding aloft an inky black imp-like demon in his gloved hand... Black tendrils wrapped around the smaller entity's throat, face, and arms... squeezing. slowly burning it with infernally heated tar. He was torturing it. playing with his food, so to speak. "𝙸 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑." Artemis' voice rings out in a hushed tone, words still level but scathing; biting; sharp within the undertones. He hated this creature. Hated it's kind. Hated his kind... hated them... 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌. There's a squelching noise-- black tendrils of tar wringing the creature hard enough squeeze out a strained gargle of pain-- and then there sound of something pouring to the ground. A heavy thump moments later.... and a sigh. Yellow pin-pricks of light stare in disgust at the crushed form of the demon at his feet, it's fetid blood trickling down the pavement-- threatening to soil the elder demon's pristine wingtip shoes.

And then he turns his sharp gaze slowly to meet that of the onlooker, seemingly hiding by the wall in the shadows. He says nothing, for now. He simply stares.

#( open starter ) #( ft. the keeper ) #horror tw #idk just in case ?? that ^^^^ is my catchall btw nodnodnod #i dont!! ever talk enough about his violent and cold tendencies gjfdjgjd #which is fair because I love talking about his positive traits despite his being a demon/twisted essence of what he Was #he kills demons and shadow entities and wraiths and stuff like that all of the time tbh with no remorse nor regard for their existence #he sees them as lesser. Which they are... but still jhfdyghfd #when it comes to them hes very callous and downright cruel and literally like steps on them like bugs tbh #just !! gestures vaguely! #artemis Not being nice and pleasant nodnod #that death stare @ whoever or whatever is watching on is jfjsjhdjs batman voice '' U WANT WHAT HE'S HAVING'' justice for gotham video #vibe yk yk HYGHUJGKFDD #also..... this is very much happening in the abandoned part of that city he lives in or like if in another verse. wherever he has set up #his shop or whatever !! definitely not anywhere near the masses of Living

[ssahotchnerr]

no but imagine pre-relationship aaron with fem!reader who can fall asleep anywhere & in the most uncomfortable positions known to mankind 💀 aaron is both terrified and amazed bcs how do you keep doing that 😧 but then every time he sees you like that he slowly & carefully arranges you in a more comfortable position 🥹🫶🏻 & the team gives him shit for it 💀

(luvie can I be 🪷 anon 🥹🫶🏻)

makeshift

omg stop i love that cw; fem!reader, bau family banter, pining aaron <333

falling asleep in a federal prison, may seem like a hard thing to do. surrounded by the worst of the worst, distant yells from the inmates floating down the hall, the mere location itself. but apparently, not for you.

the facility was currently on lockdown, meaning no one was going in or out, and therefore you were stuck overnight. as a result, the warden offered one of the locker rooms to be strictly the bau's 'break room', so to speak.

after his last, rather unpleasant interview of the evening, aaron was hellbent on a fresh, but not very good, cup of coffee. as he pushed the door open and entered, his focus diverted straight to you.

you were laid across a steel bench - eyes closed, hands clasped over your stomach, absolutely gone to the world. however, if you moved an inch - or probably less - would you completely topple onto the hard floor.

"you're kidding." aaron deadpanned as he looked at you in pure astonishment, coffee long forgotten.

"she's been like that for thirty minutes now." jj commented from where she was leant against one of the sets of lockers, head bent down as she scrolled through her phone. "but are we surprised?"

"nah," derek snorted lightly. "but hey, better than the floor."

"tell me about it." a low grumble came from reid, somewhere.

aaron's face pulled into one of discomfort, his brows drawing into a line above his eyes. the surface you were asleep on, had to be cold, for starters, by nature of the material and the a/c was still kicking in high gear despite the cooler temperature outside. the flat metal had to be highly uncomfortable, no cushion underneath you at all, most likely digging into your shoulder blades. you'd inevitably be waking up to an angry back, which aaron knew from experience - from past events where you miraculously drifted off in questionable positions.

eager to lessen the outcome, aaron shrugged his suit jacket off his shoulders. he balled it up, situating it snug under his arm.

next, he crouched beside you, cradling your head in his hand as he lifted it gently. at the movement, you stirred, a small noise escaping you and aaron froze, waiting for you to settle back down before resuming his actions. part of him feared his current, drumming heart would somehow rouse you more.

but once you had, he slid his jacket underneath your head - a makeshift pillow. it wasn't much, but it would at least alleviate some of the pressure collecting in your neck, and you wouldn't be as sore when you awoke. the next thing he had to figure out, something to lay on the ground, on either side of you, to soften the fall in case you were to-

"that's real cute hotch." derek grinned, grabbing aaron from his thoughts. "when you make up my bed next, can you add one of those pillow chocolates? thanks."

"funny."

aaron stole a glance at you, a calmness brushing over him and the ends of his lips daring to tug upwards into a smile. he couldn't help himself - sure, he wished you weren't fast asleep on a bench that could cause potential harm if you budged, but it didn't hide the fact that you were, well, you.

his hopeful, hidden attempt didn't go unnoticed by one person though, who naturally had to open their big mouth.

"that's nothing compared to that case in montana," aaron shot dave a pointed look to quit it, but only got a wink in return. "hotch practically carried-"

"dave."

"aaron." dave quipped back, an eyebrow quirked high in amusement, but fell silent. although, his witty expression didn't falter, as if he were noting to aaron that it wouldn't be difficult at all to be persuaded to continue.

"whoa whoa there, rossi," morgan straightened his posture, a hand out. "go on."

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x fem!reader #criminal minds drabble #aaron hotchner drabble #criminal minds fanfiction #hotch imagine #criminal minds x you #🪷anon

[tequilamoonrock]

plotting call ... ♡ this post for me to message you about plotting ! tumblr dms or discord is fine !

#〔 OPEN 〕 PRE-DRINKS #this is kind of a partner to the earlier starter call #that one is very much still open!! this is if someone wants to plot before we start writing :) #do not be shy i love interactions and also i'm also shy

[angelltheninth]

Hello I have a desperate need to drop this somewhere after doing the second Fontaine quest, so I really hope it's okay that I do, but like; Virgin nuevillette. Finally having someone to be spicy with and he's just a mess and so damn cute because he wants soooo badly but he doesn't know what exactly. Something about having to guide such a big guy because he's too whiny and excited to focus right just makes me giggle

This makes so much sense my fingers just flew across the keyboard.

Pairing: Neuvillette x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, being flustered, double cock, loss of virginity, coming quickly, blowjob, eagerness, clit stimulation, blushing, kissing, creampie, biting, mating press, size kink

A/N: The double cock action seems like a neat idea, I hope the fandom accepts it as truth. It's my contribution.

Virgin!Neuvillette is simultaneously eager to please you and very flustered at the same time. For starters you're a human, he could hurt you if he gets carried away. It hasn't happened in your make out sessions but this time it won't just be that, he'll be inside of you, one with you. Whatever he can do to make this good for you he promises that he will.

Virgin!Neuvillette has two cocks, more for you to please that way but the second one only appears when he's really horny. Getting a blowjob from you will do it. He is in awe at how you're handling him, never leaving either cock alone, hand moving up and down one of them while you suck and kiss the other at the tip. Because he is getting stimulated even when you go still when you bend down to take his cock in your mouth his other cock shoots cum all over your face. He goes only a little bit soft but there's still the other hard cock in your mouth for you to play with until the other gets hard again.

Virgin!Neuvillette gets a little embarrassed that he couldn't last long with you. He heard that this can happen but he really thought he would do better. Then again he was never one to masturbate much so it's not that surprising. But still, one of his cocks is always hard, he's got the stamina now he only needs to work on his endurance. And you will gladly assist him. He doesn't care if your face is covered in his cum, he still kisses you, commenting on the interesting salty taste of himself. Do you like it? His taste that is. You do, so much that you lick the cum off your lips and his.

Virgin!Neuvillette lets his playful side out when you pull him on top of you. He starts biting and kissing your neck, a deep and primal need to mark you boiling to the surface. Not yet, but if your relationship lasts he wants to give you a real mating mark. For now he will be happy with seeing these temporary ones all over your body.

Virgin!Neuvillette has a hidden size kink. His cocks are pretty girthy and long so he asks you which size is better at first. It doesn't matter to you because you'll have both inside of you at some point, maybe even both at once. The zips leak with cum at the idea but he decides to put the larger one in first, moaning and whimpering loudly as you take him inside of your pussy walls. That way his other cock can slide over your clit giving you double stimulation as he moves. His thrusts are sloppy, unsure, but each one is deep, it's like he can't... he doesn't want his cock to be out in the open, it has to be inside you. Is this what they call being pussydrunk?

Virgin!Neuvillette loses himself in the feeling of you coming undone under him. It's not enough, he needs more, he wants to go in deeper, deeper until his cock is kissing the entrance to your womb. He needs to feel it, now. Lucky for him, you're so easy to move around, easy for him to push your legs up on his shoulders, to your chest and kiss you while he gets what he wants, his pulsing, hot cock with nowhere to else to go.

Virgin!Neuvillette can't stop his pleasurable cries as he fills you up with warm seed. His other cock jumps, twitches against your clit, shooting thick, white ropes all over your body. Outside, inside, you're now marked as his with his cum. He never knew one could feel such pleasure but now that he's experienced it he doesn't want to go a single day without it.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #neuvillette x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #neuvillette imagines #neuvillette headcanons #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #neuvillette smut #genshin impact x female reader #genshin x female reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #genshin impact #neuvillette

[bookshelf-dust]

baby love, my baby love

gif by @corrodedcherry

eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 1,880

warnings: swearing, reader had a not so good day, some hair washing, reader is nude in a non-sexual way, casual intimacy, lots of lovey-dovey things

a/n: hello! i am still very tentatively getting back into writing, but i wanted to write something sweet and comforting and soft and all those things. and eddie is the best provider of all that. this is so cute i almost made myself nauseous. lemme know what you think!! happy reading!!! <333 lots of love

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“Where’s my girl at?”

Eddie’s voice rings throughout your small apartment, echoing slightly due to it not being fully furnished. His tone is almost giddy, words taking on a little twang after having spent the day working with Wayne. 

You bury your face deeper into your pillow, fighting a smile at the way he speaks to you. From your place on the bed, you hear his keys smack the wall as he hangs them up, hear his boots thudding across the kitchen tiles as he makes his way to you. 

When Eddie appears in the doorway to your shared bedroom, his arms are raised, fingers working to quickly tie his hair up in a knot. His biceps flex with the movement, drawing your eye to his pale skin. A brilliant smile spreads across his face upon seeing you. 

“Hey, bug,” he says.

You flush. You never thought you’d allow someone to call you love bug, let alone any variation of it. You certainly didn’t think you’d like it. It’s who’s saying it that’s converted you.

You’re laying on your stomach, hands crushed under your cheek. You try to smile back at him, but it comes out much less enthusiastic than normal. It’s a very tired gesture. 

Eddie notices, kicking off his shoes and crouching before you. “What’s the matter sweet girl? You’re wearing your outside clothes still, and you look pretty pitiful.”

At least he’s honest.

You blink and let your eyes flutter shut. “Long day. Headache. Upset.”

He brings his hand to your face, brushing his fingers over your temples. “Oh, I’m sorry, bug. I know you just wanna feel all better. Is that it?”

You nod, eyes still closed. He starts to laugh playfully just because of how pitiful you really do look, at how small and scrunched up you’ve made yourself. When he kisses your cheek, you feel his smile against your skin. It makes you beam, despite how you feel. The tingle Eddie’s lips leave behind makes it seem like the first time no matter how long it's been. You’re all soft for him, and there’s no denying it. But hell, he’s the same way. 

“How about…” he trails off, rubbing the tips of his fingers up and down your spine, tickling your lower back where your sweater has ridden up. “How about I take care of you? Run you a bath, for starters? I know you like that.”

Your eyes open, happy to think about how nice it would feel to sink your tired body into a hot basin full of bubbles. “Okay, Teddy.”

“Yeah? C’mere then,” Eddie says gently, holding his hands out to encourage you to sit up. You slowly push yourself away from the mattress, and he easily pulls you to stand. “I’ll get the water warmed up for you.” 

You give him a poor little salute, making him laugh, and then stick your fingers through his belt loop so you don’t have to do as much on the short walk to the bathroom. When you get there, Eddie bends to cut the water on and push the drain plug down. You wrap your arms around his waist and fold yourself against his warm back. You close your eyes once again, hearing him squirt a hefty amount of bubble bath into the tub. You’ll be lucky if he doesn’t flood the bathroom.

The plastic top clicks shut and Eddie rises, grabbing hold of your hands and spinning around in your grip. 

“Don’t like seein’ you all drained, baby,” he says. Eddie’s hands cradle your face, long and pale fingers beginning to rub at your temples. It feels so nice to have that pressure be pushed away, to feel his body so close to yours. At this rate, you’ll forget you even had a headache. 

“Wanna tell me about it?” Eddie asks. “Or do you just want to have a chill night?”

You open your eyes and push up on your toes to kiss his nose. “The latter,” you say. 

He chuckles, knowing you never used that term until you started reading Jane Austen. 

“M’kay, bug. That works for me.” His eyes twinkle mischievously. “You want a kiss? I think you deserve a good one.”

That gets you to practically melt. I fucking love this woman, Eddie thinks. He feels breathless each time you look at him that way. You look at him like he hung the stars, like he is your knight in shining armor. He kisses you in that way that thanks you for making him feel so loved. So cherished.

You thread your hands in Eddie’s hair, fingers pulling at the chunk at the nape of his neck where it’s most sensitive. His mouth is warm against yours. He smiles at your playfulness, breaking away to kiss both cheeks. 

He bends and drags a finger through the water. “It’ll be plenty warm enough in a second, bug.”

You give him a tired thank you squeeze as he presses a kiss to your jaw. 

“Need help undressing?” he inquires, a wolfish grin spreading across his face. 

You gently backhand his stomach, watching as he feigns severe injury. “Perv,” you joke. 

Eddie sits down on the toilet seat lid so that he can be prepared to turn the water off when he deems the tub full enough for you. Really he’d just like to see you surrounded by a huge pile of bubbles for his own amusement, but also because he knows it’ll be the thing to coax that pure, joyous laugh out of you. The sound he’d bottle and keep on his nightstand if he could.

You remove the little bit of makeup you’d been wearing with a cotton pad, sighing in relief to have it all off. You take out your earrings and slip off your rings, setting them in an ashtray on the counter you’ve been repurposing ever since Eddie decided to cut back on his smoking.

You take off each of your socks, one hand gripping the countertop for balance. As you slip your belt off, Eddie finishes preparing your bath and turns to face you. He holds his arms out, ready to collect your dirty clothes and accessories so that he can put them in their rightful places. 

He takes your belt from you only to be cheeky, snapping the thick leather as loud as he can manage. He makes himself laugh. 

You turn to the side when you unbutton your jeans, flushing and shy at his attention even after all this time. Even knowing how beautiful he finds your body. How much he loves how soft you are. After all, your body allows you to live. It allows you to spend time with him, and that is all he’ll ever ask for. It doesn’t matter to him what state your body is in because it is yours. And you are his. 

Eddie smiles watching you shimmy out of your snug jeans. You hand him your pants and t-shirt, now only in your bra and underwear. You don’t give yourself the time to be self-conscious, longing for the hot bath water. You turn and quickly unclasp your bra. Eddie playfully flicks your bum. It always deserves appreciation in his eyes. 

When you hand him the last of your items, he presses the sweetest kiss to your tummy, thumbs rubbing at the indentations left on your chest from your bras underwire, as if he can make them go away just by sheer will. 

“I love you, bug,” Eddie says, looking up at you with those watery doe eyes. His kisses your stomach again.

“I love you same, Teddy. Now let me take my bath. It’s rather chilly in this house, don’t you think? I refuse to freeze.”

Eddie laughs to himself as he walks off, taking your clothes to the hamper and storing your bra and belt elsewhere. He never could’ve imagined a world where preparing a bath for his partner would make him as happy as it does. 

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Eddie is kneeling on the bathroom floor. Your back is pressed against the side of the tub, and he’s washing your hair. Well, really he’s already given it the scrub and cleanse that it needed, now he’s just trying to make weird shapes out of it. 

After you’d sat in the warm water until your toes pruned without actually bathing, he jokingly offered to do your hair while you washed your body. 

You hadn’t even thought about it. You were enjoying the way the bubbles came up to your chin, the way you were completely encapsulated in the safety of them. The way Eddie sat there on the rug, telling you about his day. About the different things he’d fixed on which cars—nothing you understood in any fashion, but something you always wanted to hear about.

“You could make good money doing this, you know. You’re very talented,” you quip, scrubbing your calf with a washcloth. 

Eddie snorts, kissing your wet shoulder blade. “What? Give head massages?”

You ring out your rag, having completed your washing ritual and made sure everything got the attention it deserves. 

“Mhm. That felt so good.” 

You pull the drain plug up, letting the water out. Eddie stands and acts as though his back is going to give out on him. You quickly turn the shower on, just so you can make sure you got all the conditioner out of your hair and feel completely clean. Eddie has never done this rinsing routine after a bath, but loves to see you do your little happy dance when you’re all clean and wrapped up in a towel.

He holds out a hand as you step over the rim of the tub, bowing for added effect. “How was your bath, m’lady?”

You lead the way out of the bathroom, on a search for pajamas. “I’d say it was the best bath I’ve ever had the pleasure of taking, good sir.”

You hug your fuzzy towel to your chest, pushing up on your tiptoes to kiss Eddie’s full lips. He blushes at the eye contact you’re giving him. He knows how it makes you nervous, but getting to have all of your attention like that makes him tingly.

“Thank you for helping me, Teddy.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” 

You turn to the side, gripping a round, wooden handle and pulling open your top dresser drawer. Eddie kisses your cheek. Sometimes you think Eddie’s kisses are lifesaving. They’ve surely contributed to your stability. They’re healing. And so is the way he cares for the people he loves. The way he so effortlessly does things just because he only wants to see you happy.

Eddie ends up picking out your pajamas while you pick out his. You’re in your own bottoms, but one of his Iron Maiden t-shirts. You told him you should match, so he pointed you in the direction of another, and you made sure to choose pants for him that had red in them, just like yours. 

Before you can sit down on your shared bed, Eddie takes your hand and leans down to whisper in your ear. His chin brushes your jaw, lips parting in a bright grin before the words ever leave his mouth. 

“Now, what do you think about going to get milkshakes?”

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