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libraryofgage · 6 months

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Good Vibrations Two

This AU got a lot more attention than I expected actually hfjdks I'm so glad everyone likes it!

Anyway, here's part two! We get some concert, some peeks at how Robin helps Steve navigate social situations, and a little Eddie having an itsy-bitsy crisis over Steve's fashion choices.

Have fun! And, as always, if you see any typos, no you didn't (especially for this one since I wrote most of it on my phone actually lmao)

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Steve stares at the shirts laid out on his bed, arms crossed over his chest. Choosing jeans had been easy, but choosing a shirt is giving him trouble. What do you wear to a metal show at the local dive bar for a small-town band in which the lead singer is a long-time and way-out-of-your-league crush that you've been holding a candle for since the first time you saw him laugh on top of a cafeteria table?

You definitely don't show up in a plain black shirt, that's for sure.

The lights in the hall outside Steve's room flicker, switching off and on three times. Steve just barely notices, which means he doesn't get his pants scared off when Robin appears in the doorway, grinning at him while pocketing the key to the front door he'd given her months ago into a messenger bag. "Hey, dingus," she says, striding into the room and flopping onto the bed.

Steve rolls his eyes, yanking the shirts out from under her and laying them once more over Robin's stomach and legs. "What shirt should I wear?" he asks.

It takes a few seconds for Steve to look from the shirts to Robin, and she patiently waits until he's staring at her to say, "Just pick one. Nobody's gonna care what you're wearing."

"I care," Steve says, frowning as he looks back at the shirts. For the aforementioned crush reason, Steve cares very much about the shirt he wears. "What says 'Hi, we've never talked before but your music is the only thing I can hear and I think your hair is in desperate need of quality shampoo and also I've been halfway in love with you since, like, sophomore year'?"

Robin considers the question for a long moment before picking up a red sweater. "This one says 'I'm horny'," she offers.

Steve blinks, staring at the sweater for a few beats before laughing. "But I'm not," he says.

Despite looking at Robin, she happens to angle her head toward the sweater, and her response is lost on Steve. He frowns, waits until her jaw has stopped moving, and says, "I didn't get that."

After Robin first learned about Steve's deafness, he'd been overly anxious about asking her to repeat things. Somehow, it was worse to constantly ask when the person knew he couldn't hear well, if at all. But Robin had never shown annoyance; she'd just adjust her posture, make sure Steve could see her lips, and repeat her words. She does all of this now, and Steve gets to read her joking response, "Yeah, but you will be."

And, yeah, she has him there. Steve huffs and collapses onto the bed beside her, sacrificing the shirts. "I'll need a jacket," he says, turning his head to look at Robin so he can read her response.

Instead of words, though, he sees her face light up, and she jumps off the bed. Steve sits up, watching as she digs in her messenger bag before pulling out a t-shirt. "Remember when I stayed over a few weeks ago? And you let me borrow a shirt? You should wear it!"

Thankfully, Robin waits until she's done talking to throw the shirt in Steve's face. Honestly, he only understood a few words ("remember," "borrow," and "wear") but he's gathered enough context clues to get the gist of things.

He spreads the shirt out, humming at the Iron Maiden design. It's not one he wears often; for the most part, it's a shirt he wears on lazy days at home because of how soft it is. But as he's studying the design, Steve is suddenly hit with a stroke of pure genius.

He quickly changes into the shirt and then grabs a varsity jacket (not his letterman, but one he'd seen at the mall and bought on a whim because it used a nice shade of yellow) off his desk, tugging it on over the shirt but leaving it unbuttoned. After a few more seconds of digging around, he finds sneakers under the bed and tugs them on.

"Okay," he says, turning so Robin can see the outfit from every angle. He comes to a stop when he's facing her once more, hands buried in his jacket pockets, and asks, "What do you think? How's it look?"

"I think you'll give Eddie a crisis," Robin replies, wrinkling her nose at the varsity jacket. "Not, like, a bad one. But he'll probably ask where you got the shirt from."

Steve grins, thinking that sounds about perfect, and turns to study himself in the mirror. It's a surprisingly solid blend of metal and jock, and it makes him feel oddly confident, the same way he felt the first time he did his hair just right and everyone complimented it.

"Perfect," he decides. "Let's go."

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The ride to the Hideout isn't exactly quiet, but it's not like Steve can talk and drive at the same time. So it's filled with music blasted as high as it can go on his car stereo, causing the whole vehicle to vibrate with each beat. When he finally turns the car off after parking, Robin grimaces as she rubs her ears.

She waits for Steve to be in front of her before saying, "We're putting the windows down next time."

"Oh. Sorry," Steve says, rubbing the back of his neck a little awkwardly as Robin dismissively waves off his apology.

"No, it's fine, I'm just saying. Now, let's get inside before they start."

With that, she loops her arm through Steve's and drags him into the Hideout. They're hit with a wave of cigarette smoke, spilled beer, and sweat as they walk through the door, the combined smells making Steve dizzy. He frowns, leaning closer to Robin as she squeezes his arm. He feels her thumb tap him twice, their code for asking if the other is okay.

"I'm fine," he mumbles, nodding to a table in the corner. "Let's go sit. I just need to get used to...everything."

The lights are weird, too. Despite the place being dim, the few lights that are on are flickering, and Steve is having trouble processing all the new information his (working) senses are taking in.

Thankfully, Robin pulls him over to the table he pointed to, a small circle near a stage of dubious sturdiness. It looks like it can barely hold the instruments, much less those plus the people who will play them. There's an amp on the side of the stage near the table, which means they'll have the perfect spot to feel the music's vibrations. Steve slides into one of the chairs there and closes his eyes, resting his arms on a table that is surprisingly not sticky.

He feels Robin move the other chair next to him, slide in, and start pulling things out of her bag. When Steve opens his eyes again, there's a notebook between them and a variety of pens in all different colors spread out across the open pages. Robin has already picked up a red pen and is writing with it as Steve chooses a purple one.

When Robin is done writing, she taps the page so Steve can read, "Want something to drink?"

"I'm not sure we can trust the glasses here," he writes back.

"The fact you're calling them "glasses" tells me everything. Just sit tight."

With that, Robin drops her pen, winks at Steve, and heads over to the bar where a woman is wiping the counter. Steve watches her for a few seconds before looking around at the other people in the place. Most of them are sitting in groups, talking amongst themselves. Most of them also have mustaches or beards, making it downright impossible for Steve to read their lips.

Instead, Steve just gets a dull kind of rush in his ears, an ever-present background noise he can't escape. Soon enough, maybe because he's thinking about it too much, a high-pitched ringing starts up in his right ear, growing and growing in pitch until it's all he can focus on. Steve grimaces and looks down at the notebook, trying to keep his shoulders relaxed so he doesn't look as tense as he feels. The ringing persists, and he rubs his ear like that's going to help.

His ear is still ringing, though it has started to diminish, when a water bottle is placed in front of him. Steve jerks, forcing himself to calm down as Robin slides into her seat again with a mug of beer that's more foam than anything else. "They're about to start," she says, waiting until Steve has nodded once to show understanding before taking a sip.

Steve looks up at the stage and wonders how he missed Eddie and his friends arriving. As his friends are setting up behind him, Eddie is resting one hand on the neck of his guitar and using the other to hold the mic close to his mouth. Steve can't read his lips, but Eddie's grin is a little contagious as he says something to a guy by the bar. The guy must say something back, because Eddie bursts out laughing, his head thrown back to show off a neck Steve wants to bite.

A tap on his arm brings his attention away, and he looks at the notebook to see Robin has scrawled out a transcript:

"Eddie: Thanks for coming out tonight, everyone

Guy: Fuck off, Munson

Eddie: Love you, too, Jeremy"

Steve snorts, looking up to see Robin's equally amused smile as she continues to write on another page. When he glances at the stage, Steve sees Eddie still talking into the mic, his eyes roaming over the audience until they reach Steve and Robin. Eddie seems to grip the mic tighter, and he holds Steve's eyes for a few seconds, giving just enough time for Steve to wave awkwardly before Eddie looks away. But his smile seems a little bigger than before, and Steve is happy to let himself think he caused it.

When he looks down again, Robin has finished writing, and she nudges the notebook closer to him. Eddie must talk fast, because her writing is almost indistinguishable from chicken scratch in dirt that a cat got dragged through. Thankfully, Steve is an expert at this point.

"Eddie: Anyway, you know the drill. We'll start with some Metallica, treat you to Iron Maiden, throw in a dash of Black Sabbath, and then grace you with a Corroded Coffin original. If you don't like it, not my problem."

Steve feels the beginning of the set as he finishes reading. He sits a little straighter, planting his feet firmly on the floor and placing his palms on the table with his fingers spread. Robin is still writing next to him, most likely transcribing the bits and pieces of conversation she can hear for Steve to read later and laugh at. She doesn't try to get his attention while she does, already knowing it won't be worth it after Steve has shifted into Music Mode.

In the same way that people can tell what song is playing based simply on the first note, Steve can sometimes tell based on the strength and length of the first vibration. In the same way people know the lyrics of songs after listening to them enough times, Steve knows the vibration patterns like the back of his hand. In the same way people who hear their favorite songs played live can tell when a note is wrong or a lyric is sung too fast, Steve can tell when the drummer or bassist makes tiny mistakes that wouldn't be caught otherwise.

And Steve loves it. He loves how his entire body thrums with each vibration that travels from the amp. He loves how he can close his eyes and picture a story based on the music, one that probably doesn't match the lyrics but tends to replace them in his heart. He loves that this is something he can still share with his friends, even if most of them don't realize how different his experience with music is.

So, for all the little bumps and dips that occur in the vibrations as Corroded Coffin plays, for all the tiny slips that certainly go unnoticed by anyone else, and for all the fact that Steve doesn't get to hear Eddie's voice, he can confidently say he loves the show. He's never heard the songs played like this before, and it helps diminish the gut-deep desperation for new music.

And then Corroded Coffin starts a new song. It's one Steve doesn't recognize, one with vibrations that are completely foreign to him, and he jerks his head up to watch Eddie play his guitar in an opening solo. It thrums across the floor, climbing up his legs and spreading in waves from his palms on the table. Steve feels goosebumps chase after it, a new wave washing over him when the guitar solo ends with a particularly strong vibration that's immediately followed by the drums and bass.

Eddie throws himself into the music, moving and twisting and strutting around the stage like he's playing to Madison Square Garden. Steve can't look away, the lyrics incomprehensible but replaced by the jerk of Eddie's hips and the tilt of his head and the little half-spin he does on his heel.

It ends too quickly with one final, reverberating strum that lingers in Steve's bones, burrowing into his marrows as Eddie pushes his hair back and grins into the mic. He says something breathlessly, his shoulders rising and falling rapidly as he tries to catch his breath, and Steve knows he's gone.

He's hopeless.

He's desperate.

He needs more Corroded Coffin, more Eddie, in whatever form he can get.

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For the first time, Corroded Coffin gets genuine applause after playing. Usually, the patrons of the Hideout will politely clap (if they even notice the set is over) for about two seconds. Tonight, however, Eddie and his friends are graced with excited clapping, a few shouts, and one very strong whistle from a small table to the left of the stage. And it spreads because even rough biker dudes can fall to peer pressure when it's that enthusiastic.

So, yeah, genuine applause all because of Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley who, Eddie thinks, is surprising company for the former King of Hawkins High. No matter how unexpected, he should still thank them and ask what they thought of the set now that it's over. He carefully sets his guitar on a stand and glances over his shoulder, catching Jeff's gaze and flashing a grin. "I'll be right back," he says before jumping off the stage and heading over to Steve and Robin's table.

As he gets closer, he notices the notebook and pens spread out, colorful writing filling the pages and Steve grinning with amusement as he reads it. Robin is watching him like she's waiting for him to understand an inside joke already so they can laugh about it together. If Eddie didn't already know Robin was like him (band camp, summer after his junior year, during an unfortunate game of Seven Minutes in Heaven where they awkwardly stood in a closet together before Robin commented on his black bandana), he'd wonder if something was going on between them.

"How'd you like the set?" Eddie asks when he reaches the table, suddenly nervous enough to tug on a lock of his hair and pull it in front of his mouth.

Robin looks up, but Steve doesn't. He's still reading the notebook, snorting at whatever is written there like he didn't hear Eddie. It's not until Robin elbows him that he raises his head, eyes widening when he sees Eddie. "Sorry, could you repeat that?" Steve asks, his gaze dropping to Eddie's mouth (Eddie definitely isn't imagining that) and faltering some.

"I asked if you liked the set," Eddie says, frowning slightly as Robin grabs a pen and scribbles something on the notebook. It's too small for him to read, but he doesn't miss how Steve glances down for less than a second before his eyes light up with realization.

"Oh!" he says, looking back at Eddie and flashing a charming grin. "It was great. You guys are so loud, and I've never f-uh, heard anything like your original song before."

Eddie catches the way Steve fumbles, faltering like he wanted to say one word but forced himself to say another. Something is tugging at the back of Eddie's mind, but he can't quite grab onto it just yet. For now, he leans forward, placing both hands on the table so he can be closer to Steve. "You listen to metal often, Harrington?" he asks.

Steve stares at his mouth for a few seconds before nodding, and Eddie feels the thrill of learning something completely unexpected. "I like Black Sabbath best, but Judas Priest and Guns N' Roses are close seconds," Steve says.

"Yeah?" Eddie asks, "What do you like most about it?" He wants to know. Does Steve Harrington (King Steve, Steve "The Hair" Harrington, Steve fucking Harrington) like metal for the same reasons he does? Does he like the stories and the passion and the heavy theatricality of it all?

Steve seems to hesitate, possibly thinking about how to answer, before finally saying, "I like how it's music I can feel. When I listen to metal, it digs into my bones. Other music doesn't."

Somehow, Eddie's grin gets impossibly wider, and his cheeks are hurting from the sheer force of it. He's about to say more when Robin glances at the clock and swears under her breath. "Shit, I promised Mom I'd be home ten minutes ago," she says, grabbing the pens and recklessly throwing them into her bag.

It's the movement that seems to catch Steve's attention, and he looks down at Robin's hands before looking up at the clock. "Oh, fuck, your curfew," he says, looking at Robin like she hadn't just said the same thing two seconds ago.

"Yeah, no shit, dingus," Robin says, pausing long enough to speak while looking straight at Steve before throwing the notebook into her bag, too. She jumps to her feet and hauls Steve out of the chair, making his varsity jacket fall open to reveal an Iron Maiden shirt.

And Eddie thinks his heart just about stops. He doesn't know why, but seeing Steve in a metal band shirt under an undeniably jock jacket makes him feel....something. This is, like, sacrilege, right? How dare Steve Harrington allow Metal and Jock to meet? Doesn't he know the two styles clash? Or, well, they're supposed to clash, but Steve somehow wears them well, and Eddie thinks he's upset and annoyed by the fact.

Before Eddie can analyze that feeling, Steve says, "Sorry to run, Eddie. You played really well. Let me know when the next show is."

There's a lot to unpack there, too. Steve Harrington wants to come to another Corroded Coffin gig. Steve Harrington is sorry he has to cut the conversation short. Steve Harrington thinks his band played really well. Before Eddie can say anything in response, Robin is dragging Steve away, throwing a goodbye over her shoulder.

Eddie doesn't want Steve to go without something, though, some kind of departing word, so he shouts, "See ya later, big boy!"

Steve doesn't look back, but Robin nearly trips over the doorway. She then pauses long enough to say something to Steve, watching with sheer delight as he splutters and glances at Eddie before dragging her through the door. Eddie couldn't stop the grin if he tried, and he didn't try.

Later, when Eddie is sprawled on the floor of his room, staring up at the ceiling and thinking about Steve's stupid combination of Metal and Jock, he'll be struck by a sudden, consuming thought. What if Steve was wearing just the Iron Maiden shirt? What if he wore just the jacket?

Eddie swallows around the sudden lump in his throat, his mouth going dry as he scrambles to his feet and gets ready to take a very, very cold shower.

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bedoballoons · 7 months

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Just a random request at a random time.

Sumeru boys with an S/o that carries a small purse or something like that, and when they say they need something like if it's joking or genuine s/o is ready to pull it out of her purse and give it to them. Like she's that one friend that will have almost everything in their bag, like they were prepared for this

I've always wondered how so many things could fit in one purse, this is a adorable idea!! Thank you for requesting it and I hope you enjoy!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃

{༻~The never ending purse~༺}

CW: Just some fluff! Fem reader!

(Includes: Tighnari, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Wanderer, and Cyno!)

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𑁍༄Tighnari:

Tighnari watched you dig into your purse, his ears twitching with amusement, "What are you doing hmm? I feel like it would be easier to just get a pair from-" You cut him off mid sentence, holding a miniature pair of scissors up in victory, "Why get another pair when we already have one? I told you I had some." You winked at him, leaving him speechless while you went to work on cutting his loose thread that currently had him attached to a door, within seconds he was no longer trapped and you stood by him proudly.

"...why do you have scissors in your purse?"

"Just in case, I mean why not?"

"...Fair point."

𑁍༄Alhaitham:

When Alhaitham causally mentioned that he wished he'd brought one of his books to enjoy while you waited for your food, he didn't think you'd actually reach into your little purse and pull one out, it was odd to carry a book in the first place and...when did you get one of his books? "Thank you, for the book.."

"Anytime, I always make sure to keep a copy of one of your books, in case you ever forget to bring one and get bored."

"You...do?"

"Mhm!"

"That's...very sweet of you. Thank you."

𑁍༄Kaveh:

Kaveh chuckled, watching you with adoring eyes as you somehow managed to procure a mini sketchbook, colored pencils and even a eraser, from your small bag. Everything he had wished he had a couple moments ago was now sitting in front of him, ready to be used for the inspiration he had found, all because of you. "You know, you're the true inspiration here. Thank you so much, I'll never doubt what you have in your bag ever again, it's magic as far as I'm concerned."

You chuckled with a light blush painting your cheeks, "If I'm you're inspiration, does that mean I get a whole building designed after me?"

"Actually that's not a terrible idea.."

𑁍༄Wanderer:

"What about a knife? Theres no way that bag of yours has a knife." You giggled at Wanderers persistence, he had really gotten so worked up about what you had in your bag and now he was asking for everything under the sun, which you somehow had tiny versions of....you even had a mini tool set in there, which included a pocket knife that you held up for him. "Care to try again?"

"What about another purse, inside of yours? Ha I bet you don't have that."

"Actually I do! I use it to hold bandages."

"What?!?"

𑁍༄Cyno:

"Cyno, you alright? You look a little down." You gently touched his arm, looking at his downcast frown, he had been fine just a few minutes ago... "Yes I'm alright, I've just somehow misplaced my tcg dice, meaning I'm unable to play the current round. You could even say they've dicecided I'm not allowed to play at all." You smiled happily at his joke and reached into your bag, after a moment of moving random other things out of the way, you finally found it! "Here you go Cyno! Tcg dice, just for you!"

"...how...you know what, I'm not going to question it. You're my saviour, thank you." He pulled you close and kissed your forehead, leaving you flustered as he ran up to enter the games.

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◥(•̀￦•́)◤☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 ☾𖤓~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

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appleblueberry-pie · 1 month

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Please 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 do a yandere miles morales scenario if reader runs away from him

Pain Isn't Strong Enough

A/n: I'll get as close as I possibly can to "running" away as I can. If nearly spinting almost counts, then absolutely.

Miles didn't know what went wrong. You two were fine with each other the entire time. You often came over to eat dinner. Paid attention to his jokes. You made jokes back. You seemed comfortable when you came over to his place, and vice-versa seemed comfortable when he pulled up at yours. You stole hoodies from him like he wished for you to do. You often texted and called, and everything. You two had great communication skills, the whole fucking nine. So why....? Why are you not...being you??

He knew something was up when you gave him weird strained smiles all throughout the school day. Only would greet back when you two ran into each other again during passing period, and never said anything past that, especially when you two had physics together. He spoke the whole time. You best understand that he definitely checked up on you. Multiple times.

"...baby, are you okay? You've been kind of....kind of quiet lately. Did you eat? How'd you sleep last night?" "I'm fine. Nothing's wrong. I'm good." You'd say, nodding at him. He'd stare at you for a few seconds. Waiting for your face to crack or anything. But nothing. So he let it go for now.

At the end of the day, he offered to walk you home. He asked every single time you two walked back to your place, and you always told him to stop asking since you both always would go, no matter what happened. "Lemme you home, ma." He mutters it softly like every other time. "No." Miles stopped in his tracks and snapped his head toward you. "No?" He nearly shouts it. The confusion he felt was embedded deep into his voice when he repeated that word. The fact that you felt, he assumed, uncomfortable enough to openly decline him walking you home just rubbed him the wrong way entirely.

But he didn't mean to respond so abruptly. He collected himself as soon as he said it to not alarm you. He gives you a concerned stare, making sure to watch your eyes. "You sure?" He steps closer to you, getting rid of the space that he felt like was separating the two of you. "Yeah. I just want to go home." You made up some phony excuse to get him off of your back, but of course, it didn't work. "Then let me take you." "I just said no. Is it wrong that I don't want you to come with me this time?" You slip on your wording, wanting it to sound nicer to not be suspicious. And it just left Miles with more questions.

The undertones on your phrasing made him frown. He stays silent and you regret opening your mouth for every second he doesn't respond. You avoid his gaze, staring down your designated block. "No. Go 'head. My mom prolly need help with the chores anyway. I'll see you later, Mi Corazon." He softly whispers the nickname to you, pecking your cheek. You cheese every time he does it. Giving that laugh he loves and saying that you love him back. Now, you don't even flinch, not meeting his gaze once. "Hm." And you walk off.

His initial thought was that you're cheating. But he would know. So, he lets his heart and bones ache for the rest of the day as he waits for you to talk to him. He lets his mom bother him about where her "step-daughter" is and tries to stay chill the entire time he does his homework. His mind was loud and quiet at the same time. He couldn't seem to focus on one thing at a time until he knew the two of you were good. But he didn't want to press you, he didn't want to stress you out. He wanted you to take your time in reaching out to him. So, he stays patient.

By 9 o'clock, he was done with all possible things he could've done to pass the time. Did the laundry, made dinner, cleaned his mom's car, spoke with a neighbor, he even fixed the fucked up cable wires that had been preventing everyone from watching TV this past week. And it was until then, that Miles finally gets a text message from you. He was practically staring at his phone as if he knew you would answer and immediately swiped it off of his desk to see what you finally said. But nothing in the world could've prepared him for what he saw on his screen and he felt his heart drop as he read the message.

Baby - [Are you the prowler?]

He was ready. He was ready for any response you could've given him. I need space, I'm sorry, how are you, what are you doing, can you come over, hey, i miss you, i love you, fuck you, don't talk to me ever again, lose my number. "Is he the prowler"?? Is that what he's seeing on his screen right now?? Miles firmly believes he's hallucinating that message you sent, but the other ones above it that he had read a million times over are still the same, so it has to be real. Miles thinks of all of the hiding places for his gear, his other computer, his hidden weapons, his other bunch of keys, the paperwork for the deals he made, fuck, he couldn't think of what you possibly could've found that made you draw that conclusion. He cursed aloud and watched his hands begin to shake.

It wasn't the end. You wouldn't end the relationship over something as small as this, right? I mean, he would never hurt you, he knew that you knew this. But on the inside, he knew that this was the end of something. And he didn't know if he wanted to know what. Another message came up. You knew he saw it.

Baby - [Answer me.]

Miles - [I'm coming over.]

Baby - [No, don't.]

He shoved his phone into his pocket and rushed to put on a jacket and some shoes. Sneaking out to the fire escape, he rushed down to the street to speed walk over to your place.

You were scared. You didn't want to admit it to yourself, but in the back of your mind, you knew the truth and just couldn't help but feel real fear in your heart. He really was the prowler. You saw everything. That hyper-realistic metal mask you found under his pillow, it couldn't be for just nothing. For fucks sake, it even had the same holographic colors and shape. You found the claws and couldn't bring yourself to see anymore than you already did. And what made it worse is that when you spent the night the same time that you found his gear, he snuck out of the bed....not returning until the early hours of the morning. It made you sick to your stomach.

He was supposed to just be your boyfriend. Not a killer and a fucking robber and whatever else he was. Secrets as big as these just made you question everything else about the relationship you two had. What if he also had bitches on the side? What if you weren't the only one? What if he was using you? Would he......would he kill you...? You were gonna vomit.

Your body felt numb as you put on his hoodie and a pair of shoes he had gifted you. Everything that reminded you of him, you couldn't get rid of. You love him too much. The more you try to shove him away, the more he surrounds your everyday life and mind. And now he was going to find you. You weren't ready to talk at all.

You turned off your location on your phone and left. Maybe you can stay at one of your girl's houses tonight. But she lives in the direction of Miles's place, and you'd probably run into him on the way there. Maybe your cousin that lives like 30 minutes away? It's dark and....the walk would be so fucking dangerous, but it's safer than literally talking with a killer who you slept in the same bed with who-knows-how-many times. What were you going to tell your mom? Your family? His family?? Did his family know? How can you break up with him without causing an uprise? It almost seemed impossible because everyone loved you two being together. And the ones that hated it wanted it more than the two of you did. Too many people had hope in your relationship, it was horrible. It shouldn't have come to this. Maybe you should've just minded your own business.

You round one, two corners. It's dead silent and there's no one on the streets, which somehow feels worse than actual people being there stalking the streets. You hate that you can hear your own heartbeat and breath. On your third corner, you crash into a chest and rough hands grab you before you can fall. "No! No, get off of me!" You thrash in his arms and he seems to almost yell in your face. "Y/n, can you calm down? What the hell is you screaming for??"

"You know why I'm screaming at you, nigga!" "No, I don't I actually don't. So instead of running from me, can you talk to me?" You huff and go silent, pulling yourself out of his grasp to try and breathe. Miles's face falls when he sees how stressed you look. Your veins almost seemed to pop out of your neck. Did you really not want him there? He didn't know what to do. "Please, cariño, I just want to understand..."

You didn't want to start the waterworks and looked up to keep tears from falling down your face. You struggle to croak out the words, gesturing to help yourself cope. "The stuff...t-the stuff under your pillows and bed." Miles looks off to the side. "What is that stuff you got, Miles?" Suddenly it was quiet again. He didn't want to tell you. You didn't want it to be true. Why wasn't he denying it? Why wasn't he hugging you and telling you it was all fake? A science class experiment? Something? Anything but this?? He looks back at you and gains the courage to step closer, bringing a hand up to wipe away your hot tears on your face, like he promised he'd always do for you. He shook his head. "I don't know what you're talking about, baby."

You just seemed to cry harder at his words and pulled his hand from your face. Your throat was beginning to close up, the truth showing in what wasn't said. "I hate when you lie to me. I know you know that I hate when you lie to me. Don't lie....don't lie.." Miles wanted you in his arms again, not far away, distancing the two of you in your mind like he knows you're doing. You're great at disappearing when feeling stressed, but to leave him alone? He doesn't think he can take that. He gave his heart to very few people in his life, and somehow it can never fix his problems. His mom's stressed, Aaron wants more from him, and his Dad.... You're the only one that's given him what he didn't know he needed. You're his salvation. And for you to slip out of his fingers is something he can't allow. His only option left is to tell the truth that he has been hiding for so long.

"I am." You sniffle and wipe your eyes. He can't seem to look at them, instead he stares at the necklace he gifted you when you first got together. Knowing that you kept it on was all he needed to keep speaking. "I am the Prowler."

Your face shifts from sadness into one of frustration as he explains. "I've been the Prowler for 2 years now. I go out almost every night. It helps my mama pay the bills, it keeps Brooklyn safe, and it keeps my close family safe as well. I don't do this for nothing." He whispers the words so quietly, as if he was whispering a taboo to you. Never slipped out of his lips before until this one moment with you. You turn your face the other direction. Miles watches you clench your jaw and rushes to take your hands into his, kissing them lightly.

"And I know that's a long time. And I know I was hiding it from you, baby. Pero tienes que confiar en mí. You're on my mind every single night when I'm out. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I couldn't come back to you one night because I wasn't careful. So I stay careful."(But you have to trust me)

Both of his knees hit the hard concrete as he stares up into your glossy eyes, not daring to look away. "You can do anything, anything to me. I don't care. You can beat me the fuck up, mami. But, por favor, no me dejes. I need you! I need you to live, baby. I can't be without you. I don't wanna see you walk away from me. Please." (Please, don't leave me)

Miles whispered the words only for you to hear. All you wanted was that apology and you wished to give in so bad. You wanted him to stay. Miles stood when you looked the other way to catch your eyes again. "Just let me walk you home, mi vida, and we can talk about this in the morning, okay? Or even tonight, if you want to. Just don't give up on me, not like this." Miles's heart was racing a mile a minute. He really didn't know if he could convince you in this moment. Your face seemed to be stone cold. But when he grabbed your hand, you seemed to tighten your fingers around his. His eyes told you what his mouth couldn't say. And by communicating through silence, you let him pull you in the direction of your home.(My dear)

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thewulf · 1 year

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Commander || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Request - Did you see that pose about swim call in the Navy? Could you do a Hangman x Reader drabble while theyre deployed or something like that? super fluffy! You're so good at fluffy hangman haha. thanks!

A/N: Love a good Hangman fluff. Hope you enjoy reading! :)

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Y/N

Word Count: 3,200+

“It’s too hot. I can’t take it anymore. How much longer do we have of this?” Jake whined leaning on the railing that overlooked the Arabian Sea.

You stopped with him shrugging off your button-up uniform from your shoulders leaving you just in your tank top, “You complain a lot Lieutenant Seresin. Only a few more days. Think you can make it?” Tying the top around your waist you leaned forward mimicking him. You weren’t really supposed to be doing that with your uniform, but you really couldn’t seem to care. He was right after all. It was blisteringly hot. July in the Middle East was no joke. You knew the worst that could happen was a slap on the wrist, a small reprimand if you were to get caught.

Jake rolled his eyes only subtly hiding the smile that was dancing on his lips. Even you had to acknowledge how damn good he looked as the setting sun framed his face for golden hour flawlessly, “Just because you’re a Commander now doesn’t mean you get to bully me Y/N.”

You shrugged, “Actually, I think it does Hangman. It’s exactly what a Commander gets to do. Command.” Giggling you turned your body to him. It was always so easy to be yourself around him. You had run ins with Jake all throughout your Naval carrier. First as students in Top Gun then on missions as coworkers. The two of you always seemingly dancing the line between friends and more than but both too afraid to take that step over.

He huffed knowing you quite literally had him there. He thought he had you somewhere else though, the air, “Now that you’re a big bad Commander you’ll never see the inside of the cockpit again.” It was the only thing he had. He knew you loved flying more than anything in the world. But you were born to lead. Having an uncanny ability to predict enemy strategies and to form defenses and offensive strategies was your strong suit. Not many had that gift. The killer instinct as Admiral Kazansky always told you.

“You know that’s not true Jake. Did we not just get back from flying with Captain Mitchell?” Raising your eyebrow, you waited for his retort. It took him a second too long to respond though. You knew you’d managed to get the upper hand, for this conversation at least.

“Need I remind you where your callsign came from, Salsa?” You had to admire his ability to steer the conversation in the direction he wanted. You’d even compliment it if it didn’t annoy you too much. But this was Hangman we were talking about.

You continued to stare at him eyebrows raised, “No, Jake, I don’t need you to remind me.”

“Student Aviator Lacking Situational Awareness.” He smirked remembering the time your Captain at Top Gun unfortunately giving you the nickname. Brilliant in the air and on the books didn’t mean you were so graceful when it came to common sense. All too often you’d ask the most basic questions after solving the most complex problems. Earning you the call sign Salsa. You didn’t hate it. But you didn’t really love it either.

You laughed it off, “And who’s the Commander now Jake?”

He bowed his head chuckling right along with you, “Fair. But even you have to admit… it’s hot as hell out here.” Jake tossed you a fake pout changing the conversation yet again in the span of a few moments. You’d roll with it. That’s what’s always worked.

“You’re telling me! I’m from Ohio! I’m used to ninety-degree summers with moderate humidity, not this shit. You’re from Texas, you should be used to it!” Leaning on the railing you embraced the wind blowing off the carrier. It was hot but at least it was moving, not stagnant like it was on land.

“I haven’t really lived there in years though sweetheart.” He defended himself throwing out that damn word that made you literally weak at the knees. He had to have known what he was doing to you.

You’d always found the man handsome as hell. But his personality put you off all too often. However, the more you got to know him the more you found out the personality was all just a front. He was actually a good guy with a kind heart who had been burned far too many times. Living the life as a nomad made it hard to settle and it was his defense mechanism. Was it tiring? Beyond. Was it working? Jake thought so.

“Fair.” You mimicked him again. It wasn’t your fault he’d chosen such words to send your brain into overdrive.

You smiled taking in his features. He was truly such a handsome guy that made you feel very strong feelings. You knew it was him. It was always him. It was always going to be him, and you were quite frankly tired of pretending it wasn’t.

“That all you got to say darling?” He tapped his fingertips on the railing as he waited your response.

“Jake.” You sighed not having a clue what to do or to say. It was like you were actually short circuiting. You’d love to take a next step with him, but you were horrified of the consequences. Were you even allowed?

You’d worked so fucking hard to get promoted as fast as you did. You’d proven to countless commanders, captains, and admirals your capabilities in strategy as often as you could. You’d made fast friends with Pete Mitchell as he was one of your instructors when you went through Top Gun all those years ago. Apparently, that was his first and only year of teaching. In turn, Admiral Kazansky had taken a quick liking to you as he held Pete in such high regard. One thing led to another, and you’d been promoted through the ranks much faster than anticipated. But you earned it. Always proving you were ready for the next step. Was it worth it to risk all that hard work?

“Yes?” He continued that damn Jake Seresin smirk that he wore so well.

“I was going to tell you top secret information about what may or may not be occurring at 0100 tomorrow.” You sighed removing your arms from the guard rail pretending you were walking away, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to freshen up.”

“Woah there, Y/N! You didn’t say anything about top secret information.” He grabbed your arm lightly as if to let you know he’d drop it the second you asked him to. Of course, you never would, you loved his touch.

“I don’t think I should tell you. You’re being awfully mean to your commander.” You frowned playfully loving the game you were always playing with him. Things were only serious if they needed to be. Things were fun most of the time. Making it so damn easy to be your full and complete self around the man. You’d developed such a deep crush that bordered on love for the blonde-haired pilot.

“What would please my commander then?” He winked taking a step closer to you. Closing off any distance you’d had between the two of you. So much for the heat?

You smiled a wicked one towards Jake, “Grovel for my forgiveness.”

He couldn’t contain his laughter. The way his face lit up as he laughed, the way his eyes crinkled and the way his lips drew in. You were sure you could watch this over and over again. He was so beautiful to you. You joined in on the laughter not being able to continue whatever charade the two of you had gotten into at that moment.

“You’re awfully pretty when you laugh like that.” Jake spoke up after the shared laughter between the two of you had died down a little.

Biting your cheek, you couldn’t stop the instant reddening of your cheeks. Jake was always good for that. Making you blush like mad but then doing absolutely nothing about it, “Are you flirting with me Jake?”

He nodded his head confidently, “Always am Y/N. Always will.” Shooting you another wink he squeezed your arm once more before dropping his hand from it.

Shaking your head, you decided to finally answer his question, “The top-secret information might be that we’re having a swim call tomorrow. As long as the weather holds up.”

Grinning ear to ear he grasped your shoulders, “You’re being serious?”

“As a heart attack.” You nodded your head. You knew why he was so excited. It wasn’t that often that these came around. You had to be lucky to be given a swim call. Some sailors were luckier than others getting to have a swim call on a few deployments. Some were unlucky as they never got one.

It just so happened that Admiral Simpson was feeling particularly kind that afternoon at the senior staff was meeting. Another captain offered it up as a reward and he’d agreed. He decided on tomorrow since there were no scheduled missions or training flights. What better way to relieve stress? He knew this deployment was longer and a little more brutal with the heat. He needed to make sure everybody was still levelheaded. What better way to reward the crew?

“Oh, hell yeah! The guys are going to be so happy.” His grin stretched even further if that was possible.

“You’re sworn to secrecy.” You shook your head, “The admiral would like surprise everyone tomorrow.”

His grin turned down into a devious smirk, “And you told me Y/N?” You were really feeling the heat now. Especially when he was looking at you like that.

“Don’t let it get to your big ass head Seresin.” You smiled right on back to him. Just one of the many things he adored about you. Your ability to throw it right back at him. You never backed down from the challenge. Even when you were backed into a corner you would continue to fight. Your tenacity was like nothing he’d ever seen before. Apparently, the Navy agreed as you soared up the rankings. Jake was sure you’d be a captain within a few years. Then an admiral not long after that. You just had it. Few did. You did.

“You’d never let it get too large.” He dropped his hands from your shoulders. You were about to protest but he did something he’d never done before. Something that caught you so off guard you weren’t sure if your heard had stopped or not for second. He wrapped you up in a hug. Gently he squeezed you into his chest taking a few deep breaths before he continued.

“You know how much I like you right?” Jake whispered so close to your ear you could feel his warm breath as it fell down your neck. God, why did he have to do this to you now? It was already hard to come up with words and now? Now it felt like an impossible task. He was pulling out all of the stops to send your brain into overdrive. You’d probably forget even your own name if he asked.

“Sure.” You hadn’t a clue what he meant. Like you as a friend? Like you more than a friend? You prayed for the latter but who knew? It could be the former.

As he chuckled you could feel the vibrations as they reverberated off his body onto yours. You could surely get used to hugs like this. Where you were completely wrapped up in his embrace. Where you felt so utterly protected, “I like you, Y/N. Like like you.” He nodded while grinning after seeing your utterly shocked face.

Yeah, your heart definitely stopped as you processed his words. It’s like he read your mind. Like he knew you were too much of a chicken shit to question his words. You could stand up to admiral and politely tell him to fuck off, but this felt more than daunting to you. This was your life, and you didn’t want to fuck it up with him. You’d had so many chances, what if’s, run ins with each other over the years. Was it happening this time? Were your craziest dreams actually becoming a reality?

“Wait really?” Was all you managed to spit out as your brain went through every emotion. Every scenario to this confession.

“Yes, really. Have for years darling.” He broke apart from the embrace observing you carefully, “I’m tired of waiting on a right time. There’s never going to be a right time. Especially when you’re you. Getting promoted every other year and shit.” He grinned pulling you right back into his chest.

“Not every other year.” You shook your head hiding it away in embarrassment.

He couldn’t really believe his own eyes. You so effortlessly standing in his embrace seemingly accepting his admission. He was tired of dancing the fine line. He was ready. So more than ready to take a leap with you. He was tired of being labeled the playboy, the flirt, the no-good boyfriend. He knew he could be great for someone. For you. It was time.

“So was do you say sweetheart?”

You pulled away from him this time giving him a soft smile, “About?”

“A date. A real date when we get off this boat in a few days. How does that sound?” He grabbed a hand stroking his thumb along your fingertips softly.

Nodding your head softly, “That sounds perfect Jake.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You squeezed his hand once more before beginning your exit, “Now go shower Lieutenant. No offense… but you smell.”

Shocked he strode forward towards you, “I smell? You’re getting it now. Time for a big hug.”

You giggled running from him, “Gotta catch me first!”

Shaking his head, he could only smile as you darted off towards your dorm. Oh, how he knew he’d fall in love with you quickly. He always knew he would once he let himself.

“Did you know about it Commander?” A woman you’d seen a few times around the carrier asked as you changed into your swimsuits.

“The swim call?” You played dumb. Of course, you knew what she was asking but it was much more fun to get hyped up about the whole thing over again. Morale was at a low point as the deployment neared its end. This was always the hardest time. When everybody just wanted to be home.

“Yeah.” She nodded while pulling a strap over her shoulder.

“Maybe a little. But Admiral Simpson just decided yesterday. Captain Flagstaff actually convinced him. It was a sight to see.” You smiled reminiscing on the friendly banter.

“It’s so cool that you’re a Commander and you’re like, our age.” Another girl spoke up from around the corner.

You smiled taking notice of her, “Right time, right place I suppose.”

“Bullshit.” The first girl laughed, “Your kind of a legend. What you and Mav pulled in Iran last year was insane!

You felt lucky to be alive. You probably shouldn’t be, but you never dwelled on it. You’d been given a chance and you ran with it. Ruthless and precise, never missing a beat. You were a commander after all, you had to prove your worth.

“Take calculated risks.” You offered up some advice for the young women who looked up to you. It was flattering albeit a little odd, “Now let’s go, we only get so much time in the water!” Grabbing a towel, you led the group out. You spotted Jake further off in the distance looking handsome as ever without a shirt on.

“Look at you.” You winked at him lowering your sunglasses. You’d always been overly flirty with the man but now? Now it meant something. Years of practice came in handy even as your nerves kicked it up a notch as his eyes traced your figure.

He shook his head, “You’re joking right? Look at you.” Throwing you a wink he desperately wanted to grab your hand, but he knew better. Not in front of all the Navy guys. It was probably already scandalous that the two of you were standing there alone.

“What? In this gorgeous Navy issued one piece?” You thought everybody looked fine in them. Not horrible not good. Just fine. But it definitely wasn’t flattering per say.

He shrugged, “You look good in everything sweetheart.” He whispered as a few people walked on by, “Always looking beautiful.”

“Hush, you’re making me blush.”

He laughed beginning to walk away, “That’s my job now darling. Now let’s go jump in the sea while we have the chance.”

“Lead the way.” You followed him towards the edge of the aircraft carrier. With a few railings removed you peered over the side letting people jump beside you. It was a long way down, but you’d done it before. Done it many times in training. Didn’t mean you necessarily enjoyed it though.

“Come on Y/L/N. Scared?” Jake threw you one last wink before jumping right off the side. He’d one upped you yet again. Dammit. You waited for the all clear before jumping right after him.

Resurfacing you quickly found the guy you were looking for smiling right at you only a little distance away. He certainly wasn’t being shy about it. The two of you had yet to really talk about what the other wanted but it felt right. It felt so right being around him. Like he was the other part of your magnet pulling you right into him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked once you reached him. Splashing him lightly. God the two of you were being so fucking obvious. But lucky for you nobody seemed to notice. Everybody too caught up in their own story, their own joy.

“I already told you. You’re so fucking pretty.”

“Don’t overdo it now Mr. Seresin.” You were smiling an unusual amount. You were usually so stoic and tight lipped. You weren’t doing your best hiding the new rush of emotions that were always sitting there waiting to burst right on open. Boy did they burst right on open the second Jake admitted that he actually liked you. You didn’t think you could hide the stupid little smile that didn’t want to drop.

“What? I can’t compliment my girl?” He gave you a devilish smile, knowing exactly what he was doing.

Your heart definitely skipped a beat in the water, “Is that what I am?” Raising an eyebrow your curiously looked at him as he pulled you in a little closer. You were sure it didn’t look good. Surely it looked suspicious.

“If that’s what you want to be. My girlfriend?”

You nodded, “I’d like that.” You whispered. God how you wanted to swim right over and kiss him. Why’d this have to happen in the middle of the swim call? Why not when you were on shore and could find a secluded spot away from the rest of the crew. There was one thing you were certain of. This’d be the most memorable swim call you’d ever have.

“Me too, sweetheart. Me too.” Giving your hand a squeeze, he made sure to keep an appropriate distance until you could get away on that date. It was hard but it was worth it. Anything was worth making you happy. Jake decided that then and there as he watched you smile swimming around in the sea.

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hey-august · 2 months

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I'm wrung and wringing out | (Buggy x Reader)

This is a request from @lostfirefly 🩷 A fic about how Buggy would cheer you up when you're feeling down. This is more sweet and intimate than spicy. I hope you like!

Word count: ~2.2k Warnings: NSFWish - no smut but mentions of nudity, MDNI, buggy x reader, established relationship, reader has breasts but no mention of genitals, no use of pronouns or y/n, 'babe' as term of endearment for reader, reader is not feeling quite right, just feeling down and in the dumps.

Title from "Delilah" by Florence + the Machine

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You wanted to do nothing. What does that even mean? Buggy tried to understand but he was failing and it was frustrating. When you said you weren’t feeling well, he brought you tea and medicine that you didn’t need. You weren’t sick, you just felt…off.

So the plans for rehearsals were pumped up and the captain brought you to watch. Acrobats soaring through the air, Richie leaping and roaring, fire eaters, death-defying stunts, however, the excitement of the circus wasn’t the cure. You watched, laughed, and applauded, but your mood dropped once the theatrics finished.

Flowers didn’t help. Donuts didn’t help. Stupid jokes didn’t help. Chocolate didn’t help. They all worked for a moment, but the effects of each miracle cure didn’t last.

Once the ranunculus bouquet was settled in a vase, your mood settled back down. As the sweetness from the glazed sugar dissolved in your mouth, so did your smile. Buggy’s jokes brought out huffs of amusement, but not the belly laughs he was used to. Chocolate was usually a guaranteed mood-booster, but not this time. The corners of your smile would slowly fall down as a weight returned to your chest. A weight that pushed you back into bed until you were burrowed in the green sheets, like a mound of dirt covered in moss. There you’d lay, existing and waiting out the moment.

“I don’t know…I don’t want to do anything. I just want to do this.” The explanation came from the depths of the earth.

Buggy flopped onto the bed, bouncing the lumps of blanket that you might be buried under. Those were the same words you said a few days ago when he first asked what’s wrong. What would help? What do you need? What can he do? You wanted to do nothing. But what should Buggy do? He tried to do nothing too. Then something. Anything that he thought would bring a smile to your face. And even though he succeeded in that, the smiles never stuck.

The pirate laid with you for a moment, wondering if it’s possible to do nothing together. Or is that considered something?

He shifted his position to find a more comfortable spot. Then he shifted back to hang his feet over the edge, remembering that boots don’t belong in bed. Even though they were too tight to kick off, Buggy still tried. He hooked the toe of one boot above the heel of the other and pushed. There was no give and when the hold slipped, his body thrashed with the unexpected movement. He tried again. After he floundered a second time, one of the blanket clumps curled up and pulled the woven cocoon tighter.

Sheepishly, Buggy chopped his ankles and feet into pieces that would slip from the confining shoes with ease. The heavy leather boots collided with the wood floor. The room was even quieter after the resonating thud, silently reprimanding the clown for his actions. Releasing the held breath burning in his lungs, Buggy swung his legs over the edge of the bed and sat up. He wasn’t able to do nothing so easily.

“Where you going?” asked a quiet voice.

“Gonna shower,” Buggy grunted as he started disrobing. Clothes were dropped on the floor with little clangs from buttons and buckles, and sighs of fabric relaxing. “I’ll be back soon, though.”

You listened to soft steps of bare feet against the wood floor before peeking out of the blanket bundle. The nude pirate was walking away from you, through streams of golden light and towards the bathroom.

“Me too?”

Buggy spun around to see you sitting up in bed, having emerged from the mass of green sheets. He nodded, slowly at first, then a little faster. “Yeah, if you want.” A tell-tale blush began making its way from his cheeks down to his chest before he turned back.

The shower turned on and so did your body’s need for cleanliness, which was rapidly overriding the desire to do nothing. Days hard at work doing less than the bare minimum left you feeling grimey. The sound of falling water changed as Buggy got into the shower and that was the last thing you needed to be convinced. You clambered out of bed, drawn to the liquid like a lost soul in the desert who finally found an oasis. Clothes were shed along the journey until you reached the destination cloaked only in goosebumps.

The air in the bathroom was heavy and earthy, full of the scent of ginger from the wash Buggy used. You peeked into the shower, second guessing your decision to join him. The hesitation was put to rest by the clean faced clown who was rinsing his long hair. Rivulets of water cascading down his body were colored by the strands of chromatic hair they followed. His eyes were closed and he looked so peaceful.

The atmosphere was inviting and welcoming, so you stepped into his space. Buggy cracked an eye open at the sound of a wet footstep. After swiping the excess water from the top of his head, the pirate ushered you under the water and sidestepped until he stood on the other side of the shower. You shivered as the warm water coated your bare skin and carried away superficial grit and grime.

Turning slowly under the showerhead, you stated a simple observation. “It feels good.”

Facing the falling water, you tilted your head upwards and let the liquid run its course down your body. Little splashes created a mist that dampened your face, slaking the thirst in your skin. Hands glided on your shoulders, sliding on the layer of soap they carried. You could feel the callouses from a life of piracy on Buggy’s palms as he lathered your.

Buggy pulled you back from the water just enough for the water to avoid washing away all the suds he was building up. A few errant streams carried bubbles down a featherlight trail that tickled down the back of your thighs. Offsetting the airy feel of the suds was the firm touch of Buggy’s hands. Fingertips followed your curves and muscles, easing away dirt and stress.

Once your back was covered in ginger-scented foam, he pulled you against his body. Despite the layer of soap and water, you two stuck together, held by affection. Buggy pressed a kiss against your neck as his hands moved to the front of your body to continue their work. His hold was slick against your breasts. Your nipples perked up under the rough yet soft touch.

“Buggy, I just wanna shower. I don’t wanna do anything,” you mumbled while wiggling under the attention. Your body slipped against his, but not out of his embrace.

“I know, babe,” he responded, oblivious that you would interpret his touch as anything other than wordless adoration. “You don’t have to do anything.” He spoke with lips still pressed against your neck.

Your body was tended to with diligence and devotion. You did nothing and Buggy did everything. He eased you from position to pose, moving with such intention that it felt like a dance. He brought your arm up before his touch was dragged back down as he directed the water and soap to your side and hips. His hand moved with grace along your chest and up your neck, mimicking a familiar hold. Sensual intensity was replaced with stronger intimacy. As the shower water flowed down, so did the hold.

With the top part of your body thoroughly finished, Buggy turned you to face away from the water. He lowered himself down, his hands moving along your left leg, until he took a knee before you. Pressure on your calf nudged you to put your foot on his raised knee. Before returning to his cleansing duty, the pirate pressed his cheek against your knee and tilted his face in to kiss your thigh. The water splashing down your body coated his lips.

A light spray coated Buggy’s face so that when he looked up at you, his long lashes were decorated with minute beads of water. A waterfall roared in your body, surging with feelings of being seen and understood. You wiped away heavy droplets threatening to run down his forehead, pushed back a few strands of hair that had crept forwards, and blew him a kiss. The affection was returned with yet another kiss pressed against the soft skin of your inner leg, then replaced with the love and lather carried in his worshiping hands.

The shower felt like an eternity and you weren’t sure where you ended and Buggy began. You had lost your sense of self and you welcomed it. It felt like you were one with nothing. You gave your companion a hazy, dopey grin as he left the shower first. In the solitude, you relived the touches through the water that washed away the remaining suds. It didn’t take long for the remaining heated water in the reservoir to run low and the dropping temperature was your sign to leave the wet world behind.

You dried off with the towel set out and returned to the bedroom. Buggy was nowhere to be seen, but the bed was made with fresh gray sheets and a pile of clothes sat on the corner of your side. You were surprised to see that Buggy knew which drawer you kept your pajamas in until you pulled out the clothing. He put out one of his shirts and a pair of his underwear. Before you could get your own clothes, the door swung open and Buggy flew in with his hands full.

“I set out some clothes for you and I got us snacks and wine,” he said, nodding towards the bed and balancing a plate of something you couldn’t see in one hand, and clutching a wine bottle and two glasses in his other.

“These are your clothes,” you pointed out.

“Yeah…you don’t want ‘em? I thought you’d like to wear them,” he said hesitantly. Heat overtook him with embarrassment and melted your heart.

“No, wait, I do want to!” you cried, scrambling to pull on the clothes as quickly as possible.

The underwear was barely pulled up when you got stuck tugging down the shirt. With one arm successfully tucked into an arm hole and the other arm stuck through the neck hole, you struggled in the self-created labyrinth. A rogue hand grabbed the neck of the shirt and pulled it away so you could realign yourself.

Once you were wrapped in the pirate's clothes and had regained sight, you saw Buggy’s set up. He sat in the middle of the bed, with a plate of dried meat, peanuts, and apple slices. A glass of white wine waited on each bedside table.

“Can you braid my hair for me?” Buggy asked in a practiced voice while avoiding your gaze. It wasn’t a request he didn’t like, but one that he was shy to ask for. He had never asked this question outright before, preferring to make it sound like your idea by saying you could play with his hair if you wanted.

Afraid he would change his mind, you nodded and quickly climbed into bed behind him. You got comfortable and hooked your feet under his knees, pulling his legs apart slightly. Shifting into the dip in the bed, his hips between your legs, as though this is how you belong together. Once in place, you finger combed his still-damp hair and began sectioning it. Meanwhile, a hand floated over with a bit of apple for you to eat.

The rest of the evening passed like this. Taking full advantage of Buggy’s begrudging request, you plaited his long blue hair more than once before deciding on a style that was both flattering and comfortable. After finishing his hair, you tugged each lobe to make the braid fluffy.

Throughout the haircare session, you were fed bits of food. Wine was offered once, but not again after you nearly drowned trying to keep up with the tilt of the glass. And maintaining the soundtrack was Buggy, who rambled and gossiped about whatever fell from his head into his mouth.

You began feeling drowsy while Buggy chittered about the new baby circus animals, so you flopped forwards to continue listening. His monologue continued as the performer reset the scene by clearing the bed and moving you both into place under the sheets. The last thing you remembered was the feeling of an arm wrapped around your waist and pulling you close.

The next morning took its time to arrive. It moseyed in, easing deeper into the day before you noticed its arrival. The sunshine wasn’t what woke you up, though. It was Buggy’s snoring.

Still wrapped around your body, his face was pressed against the back of your head and the strangled sleep sounds were released next to your ear. While the noise was loud and grating, you found it comforting. For the first time in a few days, you felt ready for the new day. You felt refreshed and eager to do something with your favorite pirate clown.

You must have fallen back asleep, since Buggy was the next person to lay awake in the bed. You had rolled around in his hold and were facing him. And stuck on your sleepy face was a smile that wouldn’t fade.

#buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x you #x reader #buggy op #opla buggy #one piece buggy #buggy the clown

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mysticmellowlove · 3 months

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“Sometimes things got busy though, so you'd send your devoted husband on a little trip.”

I bet you have a bunch of fics already but this made me think of that previous fic too where reader wanted to go on a personal trip alone so now I’m wondering… how does he react on being sent for a business trip? I mean we have established that he wants to help the planet and humanity as well but does he still get fussy about having to leave us for a few days to a week? Does he get cranky?

warnings; phone sex, sub male, dom reader, gn reader,

He is placated by one thing and one thing only. Phone sex. So long as he has reception he's fine, he knows you wouldn't dare miss his calls! Sure he's a little huffy but he would also do anything to further your career, which also benefits him as well so why wouldn't he?

He wants your happiness and he knows you are a busy person. If it took some of the burden off your shoulders he would go anywhere. He mostly finds himself in big cities talking with hard to reach CEOs. It's really tiring work when all he wants to do is be by your side.

That's why he loves the after hours! It's not the same as being next to you but hearing your voice over the phone is the next best thing. Chat with him about your day, run over some stats with him and joke around but what he's really waiting for is when you call him in the late hours. He's basically always ready to accept anything you give him, his shirt and pants stripped as he prefers to sleep in his boxers anyway.

When he sees your name pop up on his screen (if he hasn't named you something sickly sweet) he basically feels the heat pool in his stomach. Lead him into it gently, he might cum too soon if you don't. He's so sensitive after all, if you wanted to you could make him cum in seconds. Just give him the command, he's so acclimated to listening to whatever you say anyway!

Tease him first, tell him to run his fingers all over his body, tell him to imagine you're before him. He has some of your perfume kept in a small travel bottle if he ever gets homesick on longer deployments. Tell him to spray it so he can get lost in your scent.

He'll want to play with his cock of course, since you're so far away he wants to feel something. He wants that rush of dominance you have over him. Slowly he'll play with his balls before he gingerly moves to the base of his cock. Tell him how to do it, he's so overwhelmed with the feeling of pleasure that he's forgotten how to make himself feel good properly.

Long jerks, languidly letting his fingers drift over his sensitive skin.

Short jerks, making his heart race as he tugs almost violently at his cock.

Tell him to avoid his head, the most sensitive part. Challenge him to cum without touching his dick at all. He'd do anything so long as you let him find release at the end of the call.

Listen as he screams your name, over and over like a mantra as he cums. Let him describe how he wished it was inside you, tell him to lick it clean off his fingers.

Then baby him, tell him how good he is for doing this. Tell him how much you love him and appreciate him.

How thoroughly you're going to wreck him when he gets back home.

#love for anon #sub male #ask #dom reader #drabble #gn reader

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mayfieldss · 10 months

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Hi, if you are taking requests I would like a oneshot where the reader is the berzatto's younger sister and every time you were scared or your mother was too much she would go to Carmy's room to lie down with him and even now after adults that hasn't changed. He and Natalie are very protective of you and Richie's jokes

Hi sorry I didn't get back to you on this sooner, but I hadn't seen the bear season two at the time you sent this in! But now I have, so I hope you enjoy what I came up with.

Never felt so close to you

Pairings; Carmen Berzatto x sibling!reader, Berzatto family x sibling!reader

Warnings; family fights, mentions of substance abuse, language, mentions of childhood trauma.

"When d'you think it'll stop?" Your voice is a mere mumble, small hands coming to rest atop your chest as your stare at the ceiling, the faint noise of shouts from downstairs pulling your childish thoughts back to your mothers' anger.

Carmy lays beside you on his bed, eyes boring into the peeling paint of his bedroom just like yours as he shakes his head. "It never really stops, does it?" You hate that he's right, and even at the age of thirteen this much was clear. It shouldn't have been that way, but it was.

"I'm hungry." your gaze shifts to him, your cheek now pressed to the pillows your head rests upon, and you see Carmy smile for no more than a second, his younger sister capable of bringing such a thing to his face.

"Yeah," He's yet to grow into his features and the goofy-looking teenage Berzatto still has a lot to learn, but he nods as best he can whilst lying down. "Me too."

That was so long ago now that one might have forgotten it, but not you, and certainly not Carmy. It happened far too many times to count during your childhood time in that family house, and right now, back in the place with those memories seems like a lot to handle. And it is.

"Hey, can you help me with this?" You pass over a can of pickles to Carmy who is trying to avoid the chaos of the family dinner as much as he can. It's a tough thing to do, all things considered, especially when he's had as much success as is possible.

Carmy nods, popping the lid off with ease, and the smile he gives you is one of familial reassurance, something you need more than anything right now as you head back to the kitchen, faced with your mother and Natalie.

"You got it open?" Natalie's voice is gentle as she takes the thing from your hands, placing it on the counter as she sends a warning look between you and your mother whilst her back is turned. Things are not going well, not that they ever do.

You exhale a loud breath as your mother turns, and for some reason, offence has been taken. She's been drinking, the proof hiding within her breath and the way she sways. "Something wrong?" her words comes harsh, personality shifting within a single second. You shake your head no, though it means very little.

"You're acting like something's wrong." Your mom continues, "D'you think there's something wrong with me?" Her voice gets louder with every syllable, Natalie stepping in front of you before you can try to answer.

"She didn't do anything Mom, no one thinks there is anything wrong with you."

To that you nod frantically, sending your mother a smile that, while forced, is an attempt to make peace. "No one thinks there's anything wrong." You repeat like a bird, waiting for praise.

Your mother still doesn't seem pleased, though it's rare she ever is on days like this, large gatherings bringing out the worst in the family. But she lets it slide, extending a hand. "Where are the pickles?"

Natalie moves fast, handing them over as though they're a bomb about to go off, and suddenly all is well again, the calm restored though you are still in wait for the storm.

You move away because it's all you can think of to do, and though you feel bad for abandoning Natalie in the line of fire, the way your heart beats from the stress of it all is something you have to put first. It's like a pattern, the steps you take to Carmy's old room, now renovated but with reminders of the past. There's no bed there anymore, and honestly, it's not a bedroom at all, but you still find comfort in the place. The creak of the door as you push it open, and the feel of the carpet on your fingertips as you sit down upon it, lying back to stare at that same old ceiling.

The instant you do it you find some sort of peace within yourself, though your heart still races.

"Jeez, this is a fucking trip." Carmy's voice comes from the doorway, and you turn your head to find him there, your older brother, your other half.

"Yeah," the word is quiet as you shift your gaze back to the peeling paint of the ceiling, but you can still sense Carmy, and see him approach in your peripheral. He sits down on the floor slow and steady, before lying at your side, mimicking your position.

"She's a lot." you know he's referring to your mother, and you hum in agreement at the thought of her. You can hear her shouting again, though to who you have no idea.

"Your hair, it's longer." his voice is soft and it's clear he's wanted to bring this up for a while. You hardly ever see him, and you have to talk about something to block out the sound of your mothers’ shouts.

"Yeah, it is." there's a small chuckle in your words, a breathy one that comes when you exhale. "You've grown yours out a little too."

Carmy closes his eyes as he smiles, the memories of you and him together in the past coming back like a flood. It's still the same between you even after all this time. Even with the maturity of adulthood, you can still find it in yourselves to do this. Gravitating toward each other just the same as when you were young.

"When d'you think it'll stop?" you turn to him with a weak frown, Deja vu riding the waves of your blood when you speak.

Carmy's eyes bore into the peeling paint of his old bedroom just like they did so many years ago. "It never really stops, does it?"

This time you laugh, and it feels so comfortable with him. You'll go back to hell when you leave the room, descending the stairs into chaos, but for now, things are okay. Carmy's hand falls to his side, reaching for yours and you let him take it, squeezing gently.

"Love you, Bear." You mumble, taking a breath as the shouts below you increase in volume.

You can hear the smile in Carmy's voice when he responds, the ceiling above remembering times like this just as much as the both of you. "Love you, Bear."

CARMEN BERZATTO TAGLIST: @thrutheburnout @diorrfairy

GENERAL TAGLIST: @candywh0r3 @caplanreadss @s00buwu @hiya-itsamber

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the-roo-too · 9 months

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Hello :) sorry if you have a lot of requests, but I was wondering if you could do the candy(fluff alphabet) for le sserafim? or just any member :)) love your work <3

candy -> kim chaewon ver

aka the fluff alphabet

admiration (what does she absolutely adore about you)- angry pupu appreciates you tolerating her antics 😭(💀) no but she really loves the fact that you just kinda accept whatever mood she’s in and go with the flow instead of trying to forcefully tone her down

body (what’s her favourite body part of yours)- cheeks 👹 people say her cheeks are soft and all that, chaewon needs to squeeze someone’s cheeks back!

cuddling (how she likes to cuddle)- on a couch while watching a movie, cuddling after a tiring practice, chaewon loves it all! it’s not really about how or when, what matters is that you're the one cuddling her

dates (what’s her ideal date)- something that gets her adrenaline buzzing. once in a while, chaewon needs to feel more free, and there’s nothing that would make her happier than enjoying her freedom with you

emotions (how does she express her emotions around you)- hear me out, chaewon doesn’t shy away from her feelings but sometimes everything just gets so overwhelming… she gives you a pleasing look, you know? that’s all it takes for you to hug her gently and coax out whatever’s on her mind, helping her name what she’s feeling

family (does she want one)- yet another mini-me enjoyer. although chaewon doesn’t talk about it most of the time. only sometimes at night, when she’s cuddling you, preferably you’re in her arms, she caresses your tummy softly and leans to whisper in your ear ’i can’t wait to have kids with you…’

gifts (what about gift giving)- she prefers giving to receiving. chaewon would actually beat you up if you bought her something too expensive oop 💀 she says she can get herself things for lots of money, she’d prefer to get cuddles or nice meals from you

holding hands (does she like to hold hands)- yess! not in ze dorm tho. the members (a certain american) would never let her live it down

injuries (what would she do if you got hurt)- chaewon is the leader for a reason, she can keep calm and do things kinda on a autopilot when needed. it doesn’t mean that she doesn’t care, it’s kinda easier for her to turn off her thinking, otherwise chaewon could actually panic

jokes (does she like to joke around)- yes but not often. chaewon says that a little smile is healthy for you, but not ever her words should bring you as much joy as her mere presence

kisses (how does she like to kiss you)- chaewon actually thinks non romantic (fast, rushed) kisses are for stupid people (💀), she needs to make em all romantic ☝️

love (what’s her love language)- taking care of you!! chaewon is the leader duh, helping her members and babying them kinda comes with the job

memory (what’s her favourite memory together)- when you came to their debut showcase! at first you said you couldn’t come because of work (which made her really angry, and then really sad), but after taking a couple sick days, you surprised her on the performance hehe

nighttime (how does sleeping with her look like)- cuddling the whole night ☝️🫡 bonus points if you have a cd player in your room so you can listen to some music while falling asleep! not le sserafim’s tho, she’s kinda embarrassed 😭

oddity (what’s one quirky thing about her)- she refuses to fall asleep if you don’t give her a ‘proper’ kiss (which appears to be a problem when she’s away on tour)

pet names (what does she like to call you)- chaewon doesn’t have much unusual nicknames, although i mentioned earlier she loves your cheeks- on special occasions, she calls you cheeky girl! ehe

quality time (how does she like to spend time with you)- chaewon deffo loves you reading to her! especially books she knows, but in your mother language (unless it’s korean lmao)

rush (does she rush into things)- kinda, yeah, yes. she introduced you to her members on the second date 💀 probably brought her manager on the third one and said ‘there’s a high chance i’ll marry her so it’s good you know her, unnie’

secrets (how open is she with you)- open like ghostie’s arms when i wanna grieve, no i’m joking. but chaewon strikes me as a oversharer 💀

time (how long did it take her to confess)- rush into things, remember? chaewon probably slipped the first time she saw you like 😭 saw you standing and went ‘omgomgomfg pls go on a date with me’

upset (what’s her reaction when you’re upset)- it depends if you’re upset because of something or because of her 💔 because if it’s her, she’s gonna be like a lost puppy, all whiney and pouty and will be hesitant to talk to you. if someone made you sad, ze cheetah will attack

visibility (is she afraid of the public opinion)- oh she’s terrified alright. after the garam thing when she saw how quick the public was to jump to conclusions, chaewon won’t let you two come out for a long long time

warrior (how often do you fight)- chaewon has something like angry episodes sometimes. you know how little kids get annoyed for no reason when they’re like 5? she does that- main reason of your little banters

x-ray (is she able to read you)- yesh, she can read you like a book, though chaewon isn’t always 100% sure how to react, yk?

yes (how would she propose to you)- on the spot decision tbh, chaewon saw a pretty ring while passing by a jewellery shop with you, ran inside to buy it and proposed then and there 💀

zen (what makes her feel calm)- chaewon loves lazy mornings, where you two cuddle and just enjoy each other. soft moments together 🤭

part of [the fluff series]

#chaewon x reader #kim chaewon #kim chaewon x reader #chaewon #le sserafim #lesserafim x reader #lesserafim #le sserafim x reader #yunjin #kazuha #sakura #eunchae

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kalims · 1 year

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Fairytale anon part 3 haha

Don’t worry about it <3 it’s completely fine , it’s understandable and all on why you wouldn’t be able to do it, but I really appreciate your patience

I’d like to request dorm leaders again, with a trope like “falls first, falls harder”. I just think it would be cute too read,

ofc if you can’t do my request at all it’s all good!

also thank you for giving me a second time to request. It’s really appreciated so much since I love your writing and your literally so kind,😭💞 sorry for putting you through so much trouble

‎˃ ᵕ ˂ . . "let's play a game. say, if we fell in love who do you think would fall first or harder? ha! it's definitely you."

falling first, and falling harder,

today, we are unaware. tonight, you've realized. tomorrow, we're already smitten.

characters. dorm leaders.

includes. gn!reader.

wc. 5.1k for some reason.

cw. crack, actually mc on crack too, fire accidents, angst to comfort (giving), death (not major)

note. ong hi fairytale anon! honestly you're the patient one here t-t so thank you!! <3 I admit this is one of the favorite mc's I've written haha... why the heck is this so long

—ㅤriddle rosehearts ・falls first

"two plus two is equals to six because there is an additional two." you state without any ounce of doubt at all, blankly—yet so confidently.

riddle is stupefied at the relevation that he knows such a stupid person. so he recoils with a weird look on his face. "that's not how it works. there is no deeper meaning." he sighs.

if he had a penny for everytime you'd made his head hurt riddle would be rich.

he hates your sass.

"but what if it does though."

"(name)."

contrary to belief riddle is a pretty perfect guy but among the category of boyfriend material he's in the middle. like, hardstuck. if it was a competition his mother would be rolling in her bed because he won't stand a chance to win.

it's not because of his face or anything. in fact, he's gorgeous. it's about the sensitive attitude he has. seemingly blunt, harsh, and direct words but you know riddle best besides from his friends.

so it's only natural his real self would be slipping off, with you he has the chance to enjoy his life as a normal school boy. without the clutches of his mother who's fully intent on carving his path herself.

his mother would probably drag him by the ear if she hears that he's falling for one of the most stupid people she'd ever meet instead of one of the 'candidates' she reccomends.

it was during a messy time, when he realized.

messes were something riddle didn't exactly like.

and there's a whole lot right in the kitchen of his dorm.

the silence is prominent when he gets hit by a patch of dough that was probably still in the process of getting kneaded and he's sure whoever made the mess was sweating in their boots when he exhaled shortly.

"I have such good aim." you compliment yourself, laughing quietly and the traces of dough in your hands is full evidence that you are the culprit.

for some reason riddle can't bring himself to be angry by your smile.

he puts a palm over his head. "you. (name) it's five in the morning." without much regard to his words you shrug and casually pick up a new set of flour. "so?"

"so? why are you.." he eyes the items on the counter top. "..baking at five am? it's five am."

"who doesn't? hey don't you not know how to bake? I'll finally beat you in something." you joke.

for once riddle is forcefully dragging himself in the middle of something he hates.

he huffs. flicking his hand so that there's an apron magically on his waist. you make an amazed sound at your own apron tying itself around you.

"don't you know one of the basics for safety is an apron? just you wait, I'll be one of the best at this soon enough." riddle huffs. sure there's a routine he strictly follows everyday but it's a rest day, why not spend it timely? with someone he likes.

you're one mess be wouldn't mind getting caught in.

and you, this time you're the one that would fall harder.

you admit it's hard to like riddle first so early with his old, snappy self but given how much he's improved its starting to feel like you're some quarreling married couple at times.

so it just hits you hard.

I'm in love with him.

ㅤ

—ㅤleona kingscholar ・falls harder

(@ravynous girl, ravy... this for you 🥰)

"leona your little snookie pookie is too broke and is need for some madol to buy food for their pet cat." at some point grim admitted he didn't like to get referred as a cat so you just started doing it just to annoy him.

well he was built like a cat, save for the fact that he can stand on two feet. the rest of the people who were used to the norm of twisted wonderland did think otherwise.

their normal was a monster.

besides the concerning nickname you came up for yourself leona peeks an eye open from his sleep and stares at you blankly. "you don't have a cat."

you grin at him. "you wanna be my kitty then?"

"call me that again and I'll make sure you won't step a foot inside of savanaclaw ever again."

"oh! the horror!" for extra drama points you fall down and clutch your chest, rook would be so proud. "wherever will my grim poop in if not the haven of savanaclaw."

leona makes a disturbed look.

from the start before all the 'disgusting' love started it was friendship and leona can fully vouch the fact that the friendship was not consentual on his end.

you were like a stupid little roach on his fur, unable to shake you off since you're so intent on sticking up to him. and at some point leona didn't even bother to shoo you away when you totally not forcefully forced yourself into his schedule.

his schedule in question is just naps and you actually questioned it.

even ruggie is suprised he hasn't thrown you out of savanaclaw yet when leona has fully the power to do so without being questioned at all so how the hell were you still unscathed after practically insulting leona's whole existence? (which is honestly just being.. honest)

the answer to that is because he's secretly enjoying your presence that's what!

"do you not tend your hair? it looks like an overgrown bush that rolls around in deserts." you squint and poke the mess of strings that leona calls hair.

the man in question pretends not to feel your poke and merely grunts. "quit it. I'm trying to sleep here." he buries his face into the pillow deeper.

"when are you not?" you turn to face the ceiling. not pondering much of the fact that leona let you lay on his bed, with him. despite knowing full well you're probably just gonna disturb his sleep.

there's no answer.

you turn your head, only being able to see the back of leona's head. and the occasional movement alongside his breathing, it convinced you that he was sleeping soundly.

leave it to leona to sleep under five seconds..

"I'm really glad you're with me."

perhaps too drunk in your drowsiness to care about the words you're spouting there isn't much regard you put into thought when your mouth ran off.

and for once leona has never lost the will to sleep so fast.

or perhaps he's actually just distracted by the second flip his heart did.

what a pain. he turns over. hopefully you're true to your words, if you really are then he'd wake up beside you.

unlike riddle you're probably gonna be the one to fall first.

most people would think that leona's whole personality is a blank, boring canvas. just one color but it just seemed so interesting to you that you couldn't help but reach out.

maybe he'd never glance at you, or maybe he wouldn't even care but he's here, like straight out of your dreams you don't know since when you started catching the disease (feels) but imagine your suprise when you wake up and he's practically using you as a humanoid pillow.

oh. you should tease him about this once you wake up again because the sleep is really tempting you from how comfortable you are.

ㅤ

—ㅤazul ashengrotto ・falls first

if current azul told his past self 'you're gonna be in love' he probably would've started laughing quietly because the idea just seems impossible for him.

but he thinks it's you. "I don't think this looks good." azul sighs for the nth' time, clumsily pulling off the tie and coat you had dragged him to try.

you pout. "why not?" a little iffed by the fact that he doesn't like it or that you pretty much spent your whole allowance. azul however, remains blissfully ignorant.

he squints at you. "it's supposed to be a formal event. my clients would not take me seriously in such—" azul grimaced as he gestures at his reflection in the mirror. "—colorful, and clearly unprofessional attire."

you make a sad face.

"you just have no taste. and I want my thousand madol back."

by the look on his face it's a mixture of horrified and feeling bad. "it's not that I don't like it.."

"whatever. stay in your boring old tie, boomer. might as well do a cosplay of a mafia lord."

"what—"

in the spectrum of 'I hate you' but 'you're dear to me' azul would be on the verge of falling off in the middle. given how many situations he's lost plenty of braincells because of your shenanigans he isn't enjoying the tweels clear amusement of this.

but.

you're one of the people azul keeps very close in his inner circle. as much as he despises the twins antics he can admit he'll do the same for them as they did for him in his... overblot moment.

and as for you, he'll do it a thousand times.

between practically losing his mind when he'd get distracted during work because his brain just wants to make him suffer by thinking of you and all his decisions including your personal gain... azul can tell he's pretty fucked.

in the end azul didn't have the heart to not wear your gift.

"you look breathtaking." azul flushes. I picked the right color (aka his favorite). he thinks to himself. secretly glad that you decided to agree to his proposition.

you beam. "why thank you handsome man. it's only natural I wear the clothing you picked out for me graciously."

there's not a lot of times where azul has felt beautiful. in fact, he could count the times he did with one hand. but this time, it feels wholly different.

he feels pretty when you smile at him.

your eyes flicker to his collarbone area, glinting pleasantly at your own very pick sitting atop it. "I see you've chosen to listen to my good advice after all."

it is kind of embarrassing since he's standing out of a crowd with such a bright tie but if azul does say so himself, it's worth it if it meant seeing you look so proud.

azul covers a cough behind his hand. "it would be rude to leave it unworn."

maybe it would be strange but I find it fitting if the two of you fell at just the same time, just as hard cause who wouldn't? the scene itself is straight out of a dream.

and, it's hard to not notice azul's stare when you awkwardly realize that the other is wearing the gift both had given. a better word for it could be enchanted.

after you wouldn't know but just maybe, azul will keep the tie you'd given him tucked in the corner of his safe. away from the eyes of the twins who are probably dying to tease him about it.

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—ㅤkalim al asim ・falls harder

"how in the hell do you set water on fire?!" you scream. frantically patting away the portion of your shirt that had literally got burnt off by the fire, before. you'd hyped yourself up to react well in a situation like this but it's like you're completely stupid now.

perhaps you should've declined when kalim invited you to make curry for jamil.

but he was so cute I couldn't deny. you think in regret.

one thing led to another and you underestimated how horrible kalim was at cooking, you just left to collect a few ingredients you forgot and somehow the boy in question was just in the process of setting his whole dorm on fire.

kalim; since he was the one who had set the fire aflame from the first place, is much in a worse state than you. "ah! my butt is on fire again!"

oh he was panicking like you.

"quick! stop, drop, and roll!"

kalim freezes, drops to the ground but rolls the wrong way.

"THATS THE WRONG WAY—DONT ROLL TO THE CURTAIN ITS GONNA CATCH ON—"

"fire?"

simultaneously,, both you and kalim freeze at an eerily calm voice.

jamil crosses his arms. "what are you doing? and what is going on here?" he sighs, massaging his temple like it's gonna lessen the two headaches he just got.

you answer blankly. "fire."

like a mother duckling scolding their two babies crossing the road without permission jamil ate you both out, listing possibilities that made the situation far more dangerous than it was (which is actually true). the whole time, kalim has this embarrassed, ashamed look on his face as he looks down.

surprisingly enough you had liked kalim immediately after your first meeting, whether it's platonic at first or romantic is entirely up to you. who could you even blame? his demeanor is like a sweet escape from all the evil-ness.

it's like.. being with kalim gives you a chance to feel human again because out of all the problems you've dealt with it's refreshing to have someone genuinely care and give for you when everyone's been taking it all from you.

for kalim, it's just natural for him to take care of everyone he knows. but somehow, he doesn't know why it's different this time. like he'd pick out a diamond out of a deep cave instead to go out his way for you to see how special it is.. (bad comparison?)

you mentally pray for kalim's cooking to succeed.

since mid terms were coming up, you were behind quite a few lessons since you were being taught.. elemental level knowledge, as embarrassing as it is.. well... everyone started there, (or so you try and convince yourself)

you weren't able to help kalim out with his ongoing attempt at making a curry.

so you're confused,,, he isn't carrying a curry right now and he's handing it to the wrong person.

"do you wanna try?"

"...what?"

it's probably idiotic of you to freeze up and stare but midst your confusion it was the only natural response. from what you remember, the food he made was supposed to be for jamil.

not you..

kalim tilts his head. as if asking you why you're so lost. "you don't like it? I thought it was your favorite."

yes.. right, that is your favorite. kalim is holding your favorite dish.

you sweat nervously and ask yourself if he's mistaken something, actually. you do. "no... it is but... I thought you were making curry for jamil?" the inner glutton of you grabs at you childishly. but for your sake, you shove it in a closet or something.

the troubled look on his face clears up. "oh! well.." kalim scratches his head with a nervous laugh, all looking lighthearted. "jamil didn't eat it cause he said it was ominous and somehow bubbling... so I asked him to help make your favorite dish instead."

you bite your lip to keep in the shit eating grin threatening to embarass your whole existence.

you had never felt the urge to bang your head into a wall, crawl into it, close the whole and start squealing on the other side (oddly descriptive) because what the actual hell? that was adorable!!

honestly after all that you can't blame yourself for falling first.

and maybe you'd notice that instead of expensive gifts you just started receiving priceless ones, memories, acts of service. love. who wouldn't love a guy who can buy a whole division but go out his way to learn cooking for you? (technically jamil made your favorite dish but eh... he's learning)

and who wouldn't love, you? nearly everyone in nrc disliked his sunny demeanor cause.. school of villians, pushed him away because of it and you, welcomed it. this time, he won't take something for granted.

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—ㅤvil schoenheit ・falls harder but knew you fell first.

"that—" you screech shrilly, feeling even more pain at the watery prick at your eyes. "—HURTS."

vil sighs but narrows his eyes to focus on your eyebrows which he said to be 'uneven', going as far as fixing it himself. or so he says, 'he's doing you a favor' which he technically is but you had no idea it was this painful!

every strand that was getting picked away felt like a decrease of ten years to your lifespan.

unconsciously and certainly without your consent. your fingers grasp at vil's wrist and he lets you, only actually blinking at the warmth enveloping it but doing nothing else.

he shrugs away the warmth in his chest too.

"the beauty isn't worth the pain." you cry comically, gritting your teeth because.. people do this willingly? actually. does this mean vil does this on a daily basis? does he have high pain tolerance or something?

at your words vil smiles faintly, eyes flashing in nostalgia. "I thought of that before as well, you'll get used to it." he says lightly. pulling away and brushing a thumb over your eyebrow.

there's more?! "no way I'm gonna do this again.."

"beauty doesn't come without a price."

"good thing I'm broke."

vil despises your casual neglect to your appearance. if he isn't around, it's rook that got told to watch over you. in a way you're like a second epel but on a more intense degree since epel already knows how to take care of himself. this time, vil is taking care of you.

which he doesn't know why he's even doing in the first place. he guesses he wants everyone to see their best in themselves, or he's just making excuses to touch or; 'inspect' your face. but he isn't stupid. your crush on him was apparent, the wobbly smile when he gets too close is something he sees a lot.

you never acted on your feelings. stuck around, but never too much. did your constant presence direct such a huge influence in his life that he's starting to notice how he forgets he's not talking to anyone when he reminds you the air about hygiene importance.

vil is beauty.

in terms of words to describe him it's out of this world.

to see him without the usual front he bores; bare, naked. the persona he was afraid everyone would hate is all but standing in front of you. vulnerable, sensitive and lost. much unlike his confident self.

he knows.

the villian of the story will never lose and in the eyes of the world neige is the hero.

vil stills at the creak of his door, ultimately unable to move or wipe away the frustration down his cheeks. as far as he knew, no one dared to enter his room without his consent other than—

"vil?" you call out in a sing-song voice, he always scolded you to not do so lest you reveal much in public. fearing for your safety in denial. you pause at his obviously sad face, and sag your shoulders.

the joking in your face disappears immediately. "you okay?" you thin your lips and hesitantly step forwards until you silently urge vil to move to the side then sit next to him when he does.

you nudge his shoulder then dry his cheeks. later you’ll help him with his routine, you glance at the table. it seems like he was too disheartened to start, for now you'll comfort him.

maybe that's what vil likes about you.

you don’t give him pity, you're still yourself in situations like this.

and, you don't offer any words. knowing full well the most he needs is just your presence beside you.

truth to be told someone as ordinary as you could never afford to get the greatest beauty.

you didn't look at him like a doll in display, nothing greater than genuine appreciation for his beauty.

perhaps what vil needs is to get a taste of sought for someone instead of being sought for.

being appreciative is something vil rarely stumbles upon but there is a slight change to his attitude after the night. he was always the one helping everyone else with the routines and stuff so he stayed silent the whole time you did the routine for him instead.

like a child cluelessly receiving affection for the first time.

that was the first time he ever let someone other than a makeup artist touch his face, and the first time he dreamt of a happy ending.

ㅤ

—ㅤidia shroud ・falls first

idia hates co-op mode.

this applies to every game that has multi-player mode. most say it makes everything more easier but to him it's just,,, annoying.

this game in particular features direct join and people would start joining his world and taking rewards without permission at all. and he hates thieves! idia wishes that PVP was an option because no one could ever win against him.

the familiar ping of another player joining his realm makes him groan from behind the screen. whoever that was, their character loaded after a long time and when they started moving its like they were on mcdonalds wifi.

idia snickers. L bozo. maybe it was wrong for him to start slandering someone he never met but eh...

he expects an immediate exploration without his permission but the person very, very slowly makes their way towards him. freezing in the air midst their jumping around because of their wifi occasionally till they stop to his face and start jumping crazily.

the secret language... a jump means happiness and you need to jump back.

what is the intentions of this normie.. idia narrows his eyes.

yuurname: hi! can I take something?

no. idia thinks blankly but then again it's rare to have someone come in and ask.

hercules666: k. what do u need?? don't take the mushrooms.

yuurname: I was gonna get the mushrooms but I dont wanna leave empty handed so can I have u instead

the team has been changed.

idia doesn't know whether to combust or cringe.

through online, technically that is where idia first met you. that was wayyy before the two of you found out that you were attending the same school and you were literally online friends (self-proclaimed or whatever idia said) with the shut in dorm leader of ignihyde. joking around and throwing around playful flirting!

idia never intended to friend you in the first place. in fact, he rejected the first friend request then the next ones. your record was sending him about ten requests one day but the daily average was only once a day. other than ortho, idia doesn't have another friend since his old friend pranked him all the time and couldn't even get the ingredients right... in. a. game.

(guess who haha)

since then you always joined him whenever you're on. neglecting your tasks to help him decorate his house, and somehow adding your own touch to some corners of the place. idia doesn't know why he gave you owner permissions to edit his house but he tries to deny that he doesn't like the cute silly little things.

plus you actually have a pet cat like him in the game!

hercules666: how come u started friending a random (idia) obsessively?? yandere behavior tbh

it was true. it was really random of you to start being intent on being his friend after like what? three minutes of being in his realm?

yuurname: Lol I thought ur realm was rlly pretty and u looked rich

you just downright admitted that you were out for his cash but idia can't bring himself to be angry. he fights away the growing flush on his face, no one had ever complimented his builds before!

there's a giddy feeling in idia's chest.

your character teleports to idia's house, and the man in question actually added a bed next to him after you totally did not blackmail him. trudging past your lovely cat, and idia's cat who somehow kept following the other.

despite standing still he can still see you run to him jumping until your avatar is standing in front of him.

you jump frantically in excitement, joy.

cute. idia thinks.

what? he slaps himself and wills his hair to stay blue.

this time he responds with a jump back. unlike the first time you met.

yuurname: also ur avatar looked like sum1 I thought looked cool irl

you may not know hercules666 is idia shroud but he knows you are... you. so hearing that,,, no matter how many times he tries to convince himself that many people have blue hair he can't deny the resemblance to his avatar and himself.

it's him. you think he's cool.

idia excuses himself to scream in his pillow.

idia, is too anxious to even think of meeting up with you in real life. (plus.. he just developed massive feelings overnight and he'll start malfunctioning if he's a radius within you) but what he does like is looking through the school camera during your classes to see your various moods, from anger, annoyance and sadness.

when it's sadness he wants to comfort you but doesn't exactly know how.

during the time he grew balls to tell you through in game chat. you replied casually; yuurname: oh ik that haha I knew u the whole time it was obvious lolol that's why I stayed :)

did you just tell him that idia is cool knowing full well he's idia?!

ㅤ

—ㅤmalleus draconia ・falls first but just as hard

love is like a fleeting feeling.

people come and go. malleus knows this fact very well, it's only both a curse and blessing that he's exempted from this. no matter how much he wishes, malleus can only witness the ups and downs of his life.

sure. human lives are fleeting but his love will always stay eternal. in a way throughout the years he's learned to let go of lives that are bound to go sooner of later. lilia had taught him it was better to be prepared anyways.

malleus never questioned how many loses it took for lilia to get used to it.

for some reason it's like he forgot how to let go this moment. like his child-like self just came back to cling on a life he can't steer away from death.

"tsunotaro what is your home like?" malleus knows that you're far from home, maybe you just want to reminisce about your loss. but he masks the concern on his face with ease.

malleus smiles in nostalgia. when was he last asked such a question? no person was ever too brave to strike a conversation. "it's beautiful. there is quite a variety of fae. perhaps you'd like to meet them one day?"

you look excited. "wow. very descriptive." you joke. clearly teasing him about the one word he described his home. though malleus doesn't look particularly bothered, instead. he smiles even more.

"why thank you. you always flatter me, child of man."

you deadpan. "totally."

technically in the canon game it's very clear malleus has taken a liking to mc and aside from malleus being blissfully ignorant towards jokes, he's quite lovable. you don't know how everyone else managed the heart to practically ignore his existence but.. he is quite scary so you don't partially blame them. (well this is a school for villians so)

what malleus likes about you is, well. of course the fact that you aren't scared of him. you're quite fascinating to him given how far he's managed to stick to you multiple times and there's no doubt he'll come swooping in to save you from wherever and be the one to care for you when no one bothers to.

to everyone it's like you're already clearly in love with each other because let's face it. who the hell wouldn't if they saw how you're both acting like a literal couple? malleus scares away someone when he's jealous but somehow you thought it was just dragon nature. (which it actually is but come on! he looks like he's willing to lock you up in a tower..)

crowley had granted you permission to leave on a special occasion for some reason.

so of course it came as a suprise. since... it's crowley.

to this day you wonder what the hell possessed him but eh... a break is a break and you're certainly not missing this chance. still, it's curious on why he even gave you one in the first place.. you were certain crowley was gonna work you to the bone.

though you're a little nervous when you took up malleus' offer to travel to briar valley, his home. full of fae who's ancestors probably died because of a human.

yes this is perfectly fine.

other than the wary glances. malleus and the rest of diasomnia that came were very kind to you, patient in explaining their culture (except for sebek but you deemed his derogatory speaking his love languange).

it was very fun. from meeting the little fairies, traversing through various shops, resting at the natural scenery. it was a really nice new experience for you. the food sure was a little strange but it tasted all the way better.

time passed by so fast when you were enjoying yourself and apparently malleus wanted you to meet someone.

but he should've told you that you were gonna meet the queen! if you knew you would've made the effort to look more organized!

"um.. hi."

so you feel kind of shy in front of such a prominent figure. you wave quietly at the beautiful lady who still maintains a certain grace at her golden age. she smiles lightly at your behavior, seemingly amused.

wait aren't you supposed to bow? you think awkwardly, bending forward to showcase your respect.

malleus is beside you, staying silent but quite happy at your interaction with his grandmother.

her voice sends shivers down your spine. it's quiet, yet so booming. she couldn't probably silence a whole room with a single word. "hello, it's not a common sight to see my grandson bringing someone in." she looks happy, bringing her eyes to malleus then to you again.

her eyes crinkle. "more or so a human.. how interesting hehe.." you sweatdrop. were all fae so..? mischievous. she seems not that alike with malleus save for their matching green, emerald eyes.

"what's your name. child of man?"

is this where he got it from?

"(name) your highness."

she looks pleasantly suprised. "oh. I knew you were the one my grandson always talked about.. you should see the letters he's written about you." what. you can't hide the awkward laugh you emit. then realizing you're in the presence of royalty and probably shouldn't be laughing.

you shut up a second later.

malleus doesn't look fazed at all. has he never experienced having his grandparents revealing embarrassing secrets because if you were him you'd crawl into a hole immediately.

calmly, she says; "you must really be dear to him."

"they are."

malleus doesn't even hesitate.

this time. he feels like clinging onto a life again, he'll be with you for as long as he can.

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Can you do sub Eddie smut where he’s feeling insecure so you take care of him and praise him until he feels better

this is so cute behsjbfsff but i'm not good with writing a lot of fluff weaved into long smut , so i'll do this short little smut fic instead so i can fit some wholesome parts into it.

Cw: sub eddie <3 , handjob, mention of orgasm denial, neck kisses/hickeys, praise kink, soft dom reader, tiny angst b/c sad eddie

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"Eddie, there's definitely something up with you."

Eddie has been laying on your chest silently for the past 30-ish long minutes on his couch. He's never been this close to your chest and stayed silent about it. This means no typical tit jokes, requests to grope or suck, or even a random bite to them.

You could have sworn he was alseep if it weren't for your quick glances at his face, but since he's laying on you, only his eyelashes are noticeable. You look closely to see if his eyelashes flutter as he opens and closes them every few minutes, and they do, giving away the fact that he is definitely awake.

"I dunno, I jus'.... feel like shit." His voice is completely flat, a void of energy and his usual pep.

You move a hand from off his back to brush over his head of hair, as if you're petting him. You feel his chest take a deep breath after you stroke his head a little bit, signifying that he is attempting to relax.

"Are you sick?" You ask.

"Nah." his voice is still void.

"Well- so what's wrong, pretty boy?"

Pretty. Any other time, this would make his heart flutter, but right now, it makes him mentally wince. Pretty? If he's actually pretty, why does he feel far from it?

He feels... wasted away. Like he's not good enough as a musician, a boyfriend, a nephew, or even just a person. He doesn't answer your question right away, instead he takes a deep breath. He mentally prepares himself to be vulnerable to you and talk about how he feels.

"Don't feel pretty, I guess." He speaks so quietly. His arms squeeze around you, like a kid with their favorite stuffed animal, just not wanting to let go. His eyes squeeze shut as his head turns further into your breast.

"What?" you swear you've never said 'what' like that in your entire life. That was the fastest, most concerned, and most confused 'what' that has ever come out of your mouth.

"Eddie, what do you mean?" your voice is concerned.

"ugghhh," He groans into your chest. "never mind."

"No, no, wait- please just talk to me. Thats all. I wont interrupt." your hands are now on his neck and exposed cheek of his face. Your thumb caresses his warm skin as if to coax him into letting out how he feels. "Take your time, Eds."

A few quiet seconds pass. He sighs before finally speaking.

"I just don't feel, I dunno... like, myself I guess?"

You nod your head in an understanding manner, even though he cant see you.

"I don't feel good enough. Jus' don't feel 'pretty' "

Your eyes droop downward at his confession, a small frown on your face.

"Oh Ed, c'mere baby," your body begins to move to sit up, "sit up honey."

You both rise up together to sit straight on his couch. You place a hand on the opposite side of his face to turn it towards you.

"Eddie, I love you a lot. I'm so sorry that you're having a shit day-"

"Don't be sor-"

"ah! Don't interrupt Ed, not done yet."

He exhales and nods silently at you. His lips are pressed into a flat line.

"I think the best thing I can tell you right now is that emotions aren't... permanent? If that makes sense? You're gonna feel this way today, but not everyday. Do you get that?"

He nods. You place both hands on either side of his face. You let your thumbs caress his cheeks.

"Are you sure? Sorry if its shit advice, but I do love you a lot. You're gonna figure it out, and I'm here for you. All versions of you, sad or happy."

He slowly smiles at that last part. It gives him a reassured feeling to know that you'll love him, even when he's not confident. His eyes close slowly before they open up again to meet your own, showing that he's finally relaxed a bit.

"Thanks sweetheart." His voice has a hint of warmth in it.

You lean forward to him while pulling his face to meet you halfway, giving him a long peck on his lips. He smiles into the kiss, and when you pull back, his head is still in the same spot you pulled it to. His face has a sweet grin on it as he still leaned forward to you.

He looks a little goofy, but incredibly cute at the same time. You're just happy he's looking more alive now.

You mumble as you move forward again to peck his lips. "You're so pretty..."

Your head stays close to his own as you tilt it to the side to go to his neck. You push his long brown curls back.

You move forwards with intentions to place a kiss on his pulsing skin.

"you're precious." kiss

“my sweet boy.” kiss

You return back to your original position, looking him in his big brown eyes sweetly. You tuck his hair behind his ear.

All the sweet things you’ve been flattering him with makes his ears heat up. All he can focus on now is how good your lips felt on his skin. He tries to snap out of it-

He doesn’t. He can’t.

Your lips are so distracting. He mentally curses because he thinks he’s about to ruin the moment, but he really needs you. He gulps.

“Can you kiss me again?”

You blink at him. Your thighs twitch at his question, completely caught off guard, but slightly turned on by his plead.

“Oh,” you half smile, taken aback by his request. “uh ye-sure.. where?”

He shakes his head side to side and responds with almost a whisper. “Anywhere.”

His hand is now the one to pull your face in. The kiss is rushed, passionate, and you’re now fully aware of what he wants. Your movements are so sloppy and messy, you cant keep up with his fervor. You can feel your teeth clink together for a short second before you finally catch up with the kiss.

You move closer and swing a leg over his hip to straddle him. His wide hands come up to the back of your neck attempting to pull you even closer to his firm, warm, body. Your tongues join together, rolling over each other, causing you both to make a sinful noise into each others mouth.

Your hips sit just above his semi erection, which only causes him to get insanely more needy. Without breaking the kiss, his hands slide down your shoulders, spine, and lower back to grip your hips. He slides them forward over his semi, and rolls them back off.

He literally sighs against your mouth, like he’s been waiting so long for this. You smile on his lips and roll your hips again without his guidance.

And again.

Until finally, you separate your lips from his to move them to his neck. His heart is beating out of his chest at this point. His face is hot and his now fully hard dick is tightly quivering in his jeans and underwear. Your wet lips kiss his neck gently. His head falls to the side in bliss, allowing you to nip at more skin.

“You’re so pretty, Eddie.” you say into his flesh, punctuating with an open mouth kiss.

“My beautiful boy.” this time, punctuating with a small bite.

The wet sounds of your mouth paired with your compliments sends blood pumping all throughout his body, driving him crazy. He needs you to touch him more, somewhere else.

“Sweetheart,” he begs as he pulls one of your hands off of him, “touch me...” he places your palm over his bulge. Your head pulls back off his neck to meet his face with your eyes. You see how his dark ones are genuine, and so incredibly desperate for you, it’s almost concerning.

You smile at him. “Take it out.”

He’s immediately moving after the words leave your mouth. He undoes his pants and slides both his underwear and jeans down to the middle of his thighs, allowing his fully hardened erection to bounce up to his stomach.

Your finger comes down to trace the veins up and down his shaft, just wanting to admire him for a bit. And maybe be a tease.

“Thats not what I meant, babe.” he chuckles.

“Oh yeah?” You joke back and look up at him. You bring your palm up below his chin. “Spit.”

He looks down at your palm and lets saliva fall from his pursed lips, dropping onto your hand. You bring it down to his shaft and pump slowly, only once. You listen for his reaction, hearing him gently exhale a short breath through his nose. You pump once more, squeezing tighter so he feels more pressure when your fist lifts to his sensitive tip.

“Oh shit, do that again.” he’s pleads for you to tightly squeeze his shaft again.

You continue to stroke him at your steady pace, squeezing tight at his tip, only hearing the wet sounds of his spit in your palm, and pre cum from his tip as you rub him. His head falls back and you immediately move your mouth to his neck to suck hickeys. Once your teeth make an appearance on his neck, his hips buck up into your fist.

He groans at your rough mouth and delicate strokes. He continues to attempt to fuck himself into your hand, but since you’re straddling his thighs, its a little hard for him.

“Aw, you need me to go faster baby?” you say directly into his ear, making them flush red. “Needy. Use your words..” you whisper those last words lowly as your warm mouth latches onto his ear, making him gasp.

“Faster... please... go faster.” He groans. You pump him faster.

“That’s a good boy.” and shit, his dick actually twitches in your hand at your praise. He’s a sucker for those words. You suck a few more hickeys onto his neck, hearing only the wet squelching sounds of your fist around his dick, and his moans of pleasure.

“Make more noises for me, sweet boy.” you say against his neck as your head falls to his shoulder, allowing your eyes a perfect view of his dick. He curses, a hand rushing to the back of your head, the other gripping your arm that’s pumping him.

He lets out swears and whimpers your name over and over.

“oh god... yeah- fuck- just like that.” He can’t stop rambling. “Please don’t stop..!” he slurs.

You move your face up to kiss him, swallowing his noises, but his chest vibrates and shakes with trapped groans. His hips buck involuntarily. You’re so turned on by the whole thing.

Your head eventually pulls back to align with his face. Your forehead rests on his own, but he’s having a hard time keeping his eyes open. His jaw is slack, leaving his mouth open as he pants. He tries to tuck his plush lip behind his upper teeth, but fails.

He looks completely erotic.

“Gonna cum?” you question him.

He nods, eyes still shut, barely able to form words.

“Too bad,” you smile. “won’t let you do that.” he pulls his head back, away from yours, and looks up at you with large saddened eyes, about to move his mouth and cry for you until you interrupt his thoughts. “Unless you say you’re a good boy, and then wait for my permission.” His eyes widen at your conditions. His face flushes in slight embarrassment at the idea, even though he’s still very much turned on.

You smile at his bashfullness. “Go on, lover boy.” you peck his pretty pink lips. “unless you want me to stop and leave you to finish your own self off...”

He visibly panics at the image of you leaving.

“fuck, ok ok, I’m...” his head falls back onto the cushions of the couch, eyes squinting shut before opening, looking at the trailer celling, then closing again. You move your face back to his neck to pepper even more kisses, since you know they drive him that crazy.

“...shit- ‘m a good boy.” he practically whines at his embarrassment, but your dominance turns him on so much. Plus, your fist is rubbing him off so perfectly.

“That’s right.” you smile on his neck and lick a long stripe up to his sweet spot under his jaw. He stays still, letting you do whatever to his hickey covered flesh.

His hands shake as they come up to grip your shirt. His head turns so his mouth is close to your ear, letting you hear every gasp, exhale, and plea. His breath speeds up and his mouth cant stay shut.

“nnngh, please please-!”

“Aw. Please what, hun?”

“ah- you gotta let me cum now..” he whimpers through his teeth.

“Depends... are you my good boy, Eddie?” Your fist now comes up to only jerk off his tip, stimulating the most sensitive part of him over and over.

“yes, yes a good boy- ‘m a good boy.” his words slur, he’s so drunk off of just your hand. The words fall from his mouth so naturally, he’s no longer embarrassed about it.

“My pretty boy?”

“fucking christ, yes, ‘m your pretty boy, all yours, ah! fuck!”

And just like that, you felt wet and warm stickiness trickle down your fist. He came without your permission. A part of you was a little upset, but since he’s been having a hard time, you let it slide.

Eddie on the other hand, was too far gone in his post orgasm euphoria, paired with the after effects of your praise and the sinful actions of your hands with your sweet words and kisses. His chest rose and fell rapidly, ringed hands and firm thighs twitching on you. You notice his adams apple bob as he swallows, trying to calm his breathing, then he finally comes back down to earth.

“oh shit.” he says, completely out of breath. He looks down at your cum covered hands on his dick, “sorry, didn’t mean to do that... it just felt so good.”

You kiss his bang covered forehead, letting him know it’s ok.

“Just glad you’re feeling better now, Ed.”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.●∘◦❀◦∘●.* :☆ﾟ. ───

writing wholesome fluffy smut is not my expertise 🧍🏾‍♀️i’m a mean dom, not a soft dom so i hope it wasn’t bad

Tag list : @cringerat @cyberfaii @dickfacemcshitboner @cringerat @eddiemvnsongf @julietsecretdiary @iveseenstrangerthings50 @sansthelonelypunster @leslieelainetrask @rafecameronswhore @foggyloverpeanuthairdo-blog @justadeanandeddieslut @wojciechovsk @blossoming-cee @marlrocks @eddiescorrodedcoffin86

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson imagine #sub eddie munson #sub!eddie munson

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noroi1000 · 10 months

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Wall

Enemies to lovers with Gojo The previous one had a bug. I couldn't edit one part. Sorry. I'm sharing a second time.

"Don't you think you shouldn't be standing against the wall next to his office? You should come in here right now." White Hair said as he walked out of the door next to which you were standing.

"This wall does not belong to you. And I called to wait for you to open the door for me." You muttered with your hands in your pockets.

You couldn't give him the satisfaction that you needed something from him.

When he opens the door for you and invites you in, it means he wants something from you.

"So I couldn't go out at all. But feeling your energy behind the wall is a bit distracting," he said as he leaned against the doorframe. "It felt like you were stalking me."

"You're the one who stares at me every time I pass by or see me!" You groaned as you saw the smug smirk on his face.

"I can not look? That's what I have eyes for." He chuckled.

He really has no respect for anyone! Neither to the older nor to the younger!

Even to those of the same age as him!

"Soon your eyes will be smudged on this wall!"

"Scary, scary~." he hummed, not taking in what you were saying.

"Utahime was always right about you!"

"Then why do you keep coming to me and never refuse to work with me?"

"You've never done that either!"

"Do I see that (y/n)-chan is attached to me? Do you like me as a companion that much? Do you like enemies to lovers? If so, why don't you try to do something I like?"

"Enemies to lovers?! You're fucking crazy!"

"And you like crazy men like that, don't you?"

He was so annoying! Even though neither you nor he showed that you liked each other, he didn't act like he hated you!

He was joking! He did everything to piss you off! You already know how Utahime feels when he says that!

Ever since you remember him, he's been like this!

If you could, you would kill him!

However, at the same time when he's gone, you feel that it's not the same day...

Maybe you are now denying your hate feelings, however there is something about you that says you don't hate Gojo Satoru at all...

Or is it true?

Maybe you don't hate him?

It's hard to think about it and admit it...

But Gojo Satoru has been in your life forever and you've started getting used to him.

Even though you've been acting like enemies for years, you can't stop thinking about this clown...

When you see him, you think to look at him to know if it's him or someone else. Even though no one but him has white hair and a black blindfold all the time...

When you see him, you calm down strangely, and then you know you're home...

It wouldn't be the same without him...

Even though you've been like enemies for years, what you've been through together confuses you and your feelings...

Without Gojo Satoru, there simply wouldn't be such a life for you... It would be completely different from what it is...

Or are you really enemies to lovers?

NO! This can not be! You don't love him! He can only be a workmate! a collaborator!

There is nothing else between you!

And you are absolutely sure of it!

"How long will you stay like this? You know... My door is open..." he said sighing.

You looked at him and at his hand holding the door open.

You took a few steps towards him.

"I do not bite. When you enter this room, I won't kill you or anything. Therefore, go boldly. Besides, you love it when I annoy you."

"And you'll love it when I stick my fingers in your eye..."

"You don't have eyes like mine and you envy me... Poor (y/n)-chan..."

"Don't talk to me like that!" you screamed as he closed the door behind you.

Gojo Satoru has always been your enemy... Him and his damn jokes... He does everything to piss you off and embarrass you. You've been competing since high school...

And now it's so easy for you to believe that you were never enemies?

Haha... Free jokes...

The impossible remains impossible and cannot be changed.

Sometimes you come to him for no reason, pretending it's something important.

But it's just your body that leads you there, to him.

Even though you clearly want to show that you hate him... You can't resist the fact that you're drawn to him...

It's so unfair to your pride...

But your eyes wander as you pass each other.

You just can't live without each other... I guess that's an easy explanation.

Even though you've always been enemies, something blossomed between you because of your arguments.

"Same wall again, (y/n)-chan..." he muttered with his irritating grin as his forearm was placed next to your head on the wall.

"Don't talk to me like that..."

"Do you need to discuss an important matter again? Or do you want to have lunch with me again? As recently. You didn't share your food with me... But you still miss having me around, don't you?" He chuckled softly.

"I can't stand next to the wall at school anymore?" you asked with a winning smile.

He likes to annoy you so much... The way this man loves to get on your nerves is huge...

And you let him. And you will continue to let him.

Because you love that this man is so annoying and is next to you.

It started with you being enemies. And now it's your love/hate.

Even though you love to hate each other. And it perfectly shows how strong your bond is.

You love that Gojo Satoru is with you.

That's why you let him hold you on the corridor. Your back on wall, while he's kissing your lips.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x you #gojo satoru #gojo x y/n #jjk #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo

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yeonnies · 1 year

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choi beomgyu - wishlist

synopsis. it's beomgyu's, your best friend since you were in diapers, birthday!

pairing. idol!beomgyu x nonidol!fem!reader

genre. romance-ish, fluff! loosely based off of wishlist LMFAOOO you and beomgyu are kind of more than friends but not quite lovers el o el

warnings. kind of rushed bc i wrote this while having a killer headache 😈, beomgyu cries

not proofread!

a/n. hAPPY BDAY TO BEOMGYU 😭🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

there is definitely something wrong with the guys. first, soobin has been so dodgy. second, yeonjun has kept giving him an ominous smile of sorts. third, taehyun... actually, taehyun has been pretty normal. but kai? gosh, kai keeps making jokes about something happening today that it makes beomgyu feel kind of nervous.

are they planning a surprise? if so, why? or are they just going to prank him when they get home? beomgyu is so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't realize that the lights of the apartment still aren't on. he turns around, eyebrow raised in confusion only for him to end up blinking when huening kai shuts the door.

"aren't you going to... turn on the lights?" he asks.

kai furrows his eyebrows. "why don't you do it? wait! before you do, look over there!"

beomgyu purses his lips. kai is being so weird... nonetheless, he swivels around only to be met with yeonjun clamping his hands over his eyes. "hey!" he yelps, smacking the hands over his eyes. "what are you doing?"

yeonjun clicks his tongue in annoyance. "stop moving, beomgyu! you're ruining everything!"

"what the—? what is that supposed to mean?"

taehyun sighs. "soobin hyung, can you hurry? they look like they're going to fight it out soon..."

"sorry sorry!" soobin says, somewhere from the living room, assumes beomgyu. "the lighter isn't... working...!"

beomgyu's about to duck down and make a run for it when he hears someone laugh softly. he grows still, heart beating quickly in his chest.

"okay! i'm done! bring him over here!"

yeonjun carefully guides beomgyu over to the living room, letting his hands fall back to his side as he steps away. beomgyu stares at you, dark eyes wide.

"happy birthday, beoms," you say, grinning at him as you hold a cake, the orange glow of the candle illuminating your face as well as the others as they stand with you.

someone counts down to one, he's not sure who did, but you all start singing happy birthday to him. he thinks your smile got a lot brighter when you're all done singing.

"make a wish!" you say, slightly jutting the cake outward. with the lack of response, your eyes scan over his face, and you carefully hand over the cake to soobin, who leads the boys into the kitchen.

you don't even have the chance to open your arms when beomgyu flings himself on you, engulfing you in a hug as his tears hit your shoulder. "how are you even here?" he mumbles.

"well," you start, patting his back. "someone wouldn't tell me what they wanted for their birthday, so i had to think long and hard about what to get them... i know you missed home, so i thought i'd bring home to you! i cleared up my schedule so that i could come for a couple days before going back."

he pulls away, gasping. you scrunch your nose at him and wipe away at the tears threatening to spill from his glossy eyes. "you'll be here for a couple days?"

"mhm," you hum. "i brought back a lot of your mom's food, by the way. we should hurry before the boys eat it all up." you grab his hand, swinging it. with a smile, you lean up and press your lips to his cheek. "happy birthday, beoms. i hope you make even more happy memories this year."

"ew! hurry and come eat, love birds!" kai sticks his tongue out at both you, disappearing back into the kitchen.

you laugh, pulling a dazed beomgyu into the kitchen where all he does is smile so much that his cheeks feel sore afterwards. he looks at everyone, looks at how taehyun cuts the cake while yeonjun keeps his eyes on the knife, saying that he'll protect it from getting everyone's germs over it. he watches soobin laugh out loud at his antics, kai fueling his laughter even more when he threatens to hide all the utensils from yeonjun and proceed to lick the knife just to get a kick out of him. he watches you laugh alongside soobin, eyes flickering every so often towards him just for you scrunch your nose at him in a playful manner before going back to talking with everyone else.

"so," says yeonjun, chewing on his food behind his hand. "what did you wish for?"

beomgyu blinks in surprise. "huh?"

yeonjun snorts. "stop staring at yn like a creeper, and tell me what you wished!"

"yeah!" says kai. "what did you wish for?"

"bet he wished that he could kiss a certain someone," taehyun says, wiggling his eyebrows at him.

beomgyu scoffs, playfully shoving taehyun away. "none of your business," he says, huffing. he peeks at everyone, grinning.

he won't say it out loud, but he wished that his birthdays are something like this if he can't manage to spend it back home.

#—✉️ drea's drabbles!#choi beomgyu #beomgyu #txt beomgyu #txt scenarios #txt imagines #beomgyu x you #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu x y/n #beomgyu scenarios #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu fanfic #txt fanfic #txt fanfics

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radiant-reid · 1 year

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Hey bestie! Uh I’ve been having a hard time and some of the sadness I have is from the possibility of being infertile so can I request a brother! Hotch and Boyfriend Spencer comforting reader? I am typing this while crying lol if you can’t that’s completely fine🤍

aw bby 🤍🤍 love you. i hope everything works out

"Reid." Aaron snaps from the landing to the agent's desk.

Not only does it get Spencer's attention, but it also gets everyone else's as well. "Yeah, Hotch?" Spencer asks, frowning slightly.

"Get your stuff." Aaron unhelpfully answers, already walking to the elevator.

Spencer's immediate worry is you. To see his unit chief, your brother, so upset, it's got to be you. He hurriedly packs up before sprinting out the glass doors.

"Why would you let her go alone?" Aaron asks as soon as they step inside, barely able to manage professionalism around other colleagues.

"Y/n?" Spencer asks puzzled. All he knows is that your brother is furious. "Where did she go?"

Aaron sighs deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. "She seriously didn't say anything?" He waits for an answer before prompting further. "About the fertility doctor?"

The color drains from Spencer's face as he understands what Aaron's saying. "No, I would never have let her go alone." He assures him. "Is she okay?"

"She called me crying, barely audible." Aaron breaks Spencer's heart with each word. He tried to comfort you on the phone, but he realized you need to see Spencer in person.

"Why wouldn't she tell me?" He asks, more to himself because he knows the answer, that you would have been trying to be strong and do it yourself.

They get in the car, and Aaron breaks every speed limit to get to your apartment. Spencer doesn't even have room in his brain to worry about a car crash.

Spencer unlocks the apartment, not bothering with doing the courteous thing and letting Hotch go in first. He finds you on the couch, the back of your hand over your mouth. In all the time he'd known you, he didn't think he'd ever seen you so sad.

He sits on the ottoman in front of you. "Sweetheart." He coos, taking your hand.

You glare up at Aaron. "Why'd you tell him?" You whine at your brother.

"Y/n, he needs to know." He tells you.

"Give me a minute?" You ask him, although he was the one that you called.

Aaron leans down to kiss your forehead affectionately. "I'll make you a grilled cheese."

"The crusts-"

"Don't burn them, I know." He cuts you off before mumbling something about how you and Jack are so similar.

Spencer's still holding your hand when you turn to look at him. "Why don't you want me to know?" He asks you.

"Because something in me is broken, so I'm never going to be able to give you kids." You tell him bluntly. You adore Spencer more than anything, but you're scared he's going to leave you.

"No, no, no." He says, shaking his head. "That does not matter to me, Y/n. It's not even a close comparison between getting to be with you or having biological kids."

You're almost crying listening to him. "But you would be such an amazing dad."

"I don't have to be, though." He assures you. "I just want to be with you, no matter what that means."

"Are you sure?" You ask, frowning at him.

Spencer nods. "Absolutely." He answers, holding your cheeks so he can wipe up your tears before he kisses you softly.

Aaron clears his throat, and it makes you pull back. "Grilled cheese." He announces, handing the plate over. "Anything else I can do for you?"

"Yeah." You say, smiling at Spencer for a second before looking at your brother. "Can you give my favorite employee of yours the rest of the day off?"

Aaron chuckles. "Sure. I'll tell Morgan to come over." He jokes, squeezing your shoulder before leaving you and Spencer to your grilled cheese.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fandom #spencer reid blurb #criminal minds

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bonny-kookoo · 11 months

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Jimin

𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 [Intro]

In which temptation isn't all that tempting any longer when you give into it every time, and forevers aren't really forever at all.

Main Tags/Warnings: Vampire!Jimin x Reader, Enemies to lovers, mentions of 'being high' (drug usage in a way), mentions of one night stand

Length: 1.1k words

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A/N: hello hi its been a while since I've written Jimin content

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If Jimin was to be described as a sin, he'd be gluttony for sure.

He doesn't deny himself anything, is known to be one to go to if you just want to indulge in nothing but mindless pleasure. He still goes to bloodbanks just to the government doesn't get any whiff of what he's doing behind closed door- but he technically doesn't have to. He gets all the blood he could ever want whenever he wants- more than enough.

A knock is heard on his front door. He gets up slowly, still drowsy from both sleep and his most recent blood high.

His highs, these days, are all disappointing however. Be it his blood high or any kind of orgasm he experiences- it's all just empty. It sours his mood greatly, makes him easily irritated- but it might also be just a sideffect from overconsumption. So when he opens the door he's ready to complain- but he sees no one?

Oh. You're short.

"I- uh-" You stammer, gaze locked onto his naked upper body for a second, before you seem to catch yourself again. "My- my friend stayed over at.. your place and.." You mumble, growing especially uneasy it seems once Jimin leans against the side of his door, mood having switched entirely as he watches you squirm around in front of him. He's always had a thing for shy girls- they always turn out to be the most adventurous later on. "..we have a presentation in like.. an hour and she- didn't text me back so?" You worry, and he chuckles.

"Come in." He simply nods inside, pushing himself off the side of his door. "I'll go wake her up. You can wait here." He tells you, pointing towards a very luxurious looking sofa. You sit down quietly, on the very edge of it- definitely on edge because you're going to be late, and you hate being late. You can hear someone get up and into the shower, before Jimin returns to the living room, laughing at the way you sit, finally at least somewhat covered by a dark red morning robe of some sorts.

Though it's pretty useless, considering he barely tied it shut at all.

"Don't be so tense, darling." He teases, walking towards his kitchenette to grab some water from his fridge. "So, what's that presentation about?" He asks, and you look at your hands rather than him as you think about it. Only now does he notice you've actually taken off your shoes at the front door.

So polite, he thinks to himself. Adorable.

"I uh.. it's, kind of, confidential.." You say, and he walks closer to you, boldly sitting down next to you on his sofa, a lot more relaxed than you are. It makes sense- after all, this is his home, his place, you're simply a guest right now.

"Aw, you can tell me!" He jokes, taking a sip of his water. "I promise I won't tell." He hums charmimgly, watching you with interest.

"No." You deny however, and he feels something bubble up inside him. It's excitement. It's something new.

You're something new.

"Hm, alright then." He shrugs, still looking at you. "Say, have you ever been bitten before?" He asks, and your eyes widen, before you shake your head. "Cute. You look like it, too." He comments.

"What's.. that supposed to mean." You complain, and he chuckles.

"Nothing bad." He promises. "Maybe if I ask nicely, you'll let me have a taste?" He wonders, but much to his surprise, you don't seem at all convinced.

"I'd rather not." You say, looking over at the bedroom where the connected bathroom has opened again. "I'm not interested in these things." You say, and he nods.

"No shame in being traditional I guess." He shrugs. "A bit boring for my taste, but no judgement on my side." He lifts his hands almost in defeat, and you just stay silent.

It's not like you're boring or anything. You just don't want to be used like that anymore.

"Though there's more to it, hm?" Jimin seems to smell your inner turmoil, making you fidget a bit on your spot, fingers playing with the hem of your skirt. He's about to say something when your friend suddenly emerges from the bedroom, making you get up immediately- something that frustrates him yet again. It's not like he had a bad time with your friend- not at all, but she's been nothing but the same as he always gets.

You on the other hand, look like you might be something new.

Something exciting.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry-" You friend whines, searching for her jacket. "-I completely forgot, holy shit, fuck!" She curses, making you giggle a bit to yourself- a sound Jimin instantly picks up on.

"It's fine, don't rush." You comfort her, walking closer to her as if to escape from the vampire in the house. "I have some clothes in my car you can change into at work." You tell her, and she turns towards you to hug you tightly, playfully kissing the side of your cheek. Jimin wonders if you like tender gestures like these.

You'd probably enjoy it slow and sensual, romantic even. Not something he usually goes for- but he could make an exception for you, if you'd let him.

"You're an angel, you know that?" She says, picking up her shoes to slip them back on. "Oh, Jimin- uh" She starts, but he waves her off.

"No worries." He tells her, aware that situations like these tend to be awkward for anyone. "Good luck on your super secret presentation." The vampire teases, and your friend giggles.

"Oh it's about-" She starts, but you hold your hand over her mouth, which looks hilarious considering your friend's height.

Jimin laughs. You're cute. You probably taste sugary sweet, he thinks.

"Say, I know you're not like that." He quotes you, walking closer. "But-"

"No." You tell him yet again, smile gone from your face, before you open the door. "Goodbye. Thank you for taking care of her." You bow politely, before you leave his home, and him behind.

Jimin always gets what he wants.

He's a master manipulator, after all, well skilled in the arts of persuasion. He always gets what he wants and whoever he wants. He doesn't run after anyone. He doesn't have to chase shit if he doesn't want to.

But this time, it seems like the hunt is on.

And his prey is you.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #park jimin imagine #jimin imagine #jimin x reader #park jimin x reader

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otakusheep15 · 1 month

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Hey, can you do a scenario where MC rejects the brothers because they saw them as a very good friend and was just really nice?

First request after my hiatus! So sorry for how long it took me!

MC Rejects the Brothers

Lucifer

Outwardly, he takes it the best. Sure, he went into his confession expecting you to say yes, but when you reject him, he seems fine. He gives you a polite nod and apologizes if he made you uncomfortable, then walks away to give you some space. However, the second he is alone, he breaks down. He's not even trying to maintain his composure. His pride is damaged and he doesn't know what to do. His demon form pops out, and it takes everything in him to not start plucking at his feathers. He's not mad at you; he could never be mad at you. He's mad at himself for believing he had a chance with you. He's mad he let his guard down and allowed himself to fall for you. Slowly, he begins avoiding you. All of his walls go back up as if they were never down. He's civil and never mistreats you, but it's not the same. He can't allow himself to be vulnerable around you again.

Mammon

At first, he assumes you're joking. He tries playing it off, as if waiting for the punchline. When there isn't one, he deflates. He becomes visibly upset and storms off, muttering about how you don't deserve him anyway. He doesn't mean any of it, he's just upset. Clearly you didn't feel the same way he did, and he's not sure how to feel about it. He's so used to everyone adoring him, so it kind of confused him. He never wanted one of his fans; he wanted you. And, of course, you're the one person who doesn't want him. After sulking in his room for a day, he springs back, pretending like nothing happened. He continues being his normal, goofy self, but he's still hurting on the inside. You can tell that something's off with him, but neither of you bring it up. Maybe it's better this way.

Leviathan

He is simultaneously the most understanding and the most visibly upset out of anyone. Unlike everyone else, he went into his confession knowing you'd reject him. Still, he had some hope that you'd somehow say yes, like in one of his romance anime. When you didn't, he was upset. He called himself lousy, asking why he ever thought you'd say yes to someone like him. If you try to comfort him, he rejects it, saying he needs to be alone. He goes back to his bedroom and acts like he did when y'all first met. He completely ignores you, acting as if you never existed. he completely shuts down, and not even his brothers cannot get through to him. He fully absorbs himself into his games and anime, but nothing works to distract him. His thoughts keep wandering back to you, and how he let himself be vulnerable for the first time ever. He still loves you, deep down, but he pretends like he doesn't. The real world hurt him, but his games won't. Maybe one day he'll emerge and talk to you again, but that won't be anytime soon.

Satan

He's civil about it. He accepts your rejection with grace, and he makes an offer to just continue on as friends like normal. However, his room does not get the same treatment. Books are being thrown around the room and he's close to ripping the walls apart. He's lucky his room was soundproofed, or else someone might come and stop him. He'll regret this later, and he knows it. Still, he can't seem to stop himself. Eventually, he calms down, and he can finally think. he's still angry, but he knows he'll get over it. At the end of the day, he still loves you, and he'd rather have you as a friend than not have you at all. When he sees you next, he's completely normal. It still stings a bit, and if you look closely, you can see his mask falter once or twice, but he's always been good at keeping his emotions in check.

Asmodeus

Devastated. Absolutely devastated. he's not used to people saying no to him, especially in these types of situations. It's rare for him to feel genuine attraction like this, so when you reject him, it cuts deep. All his life, people only saw him as a sex object. No one wanted to be with him romantically, nor did he want anyone romantically. But you- you were different; you were special. He loved you so much, and he still does. Even when you reject him, he can't help but love you. Deep down, he's actually grateful, in a weird way. Your rejection shows him that you value him for more than his body. You still want to be his friend, and he's so thankful for that. It takes him a while to fully get over the rejection, but never once does he even think about avoiding you. he does back off on the physical affection and compliments, but he still sticks by you whenever you allow him to. Honestly, y'all's relationship becomes the healthiest after your rejection. He becomes such a good friend, and he's such a good hypeman for you.

Beelzebub

The calmest by far. You reject him, he respects that, and y'all quickly move on. Is he heartbroken? Yes, absolutely he is. Will he let that get in the way of y'all's friendship? No, absolutely not. He loves you, and he wants to continue being around you, whether that be in a romantic sense or a platonic sense. He gets over it the quickest, and your relationship doesn't change much. He still hangs out with you (if you want him too ofc!) and he doesn't act much different. His feelings have always been a little muted compared to his brothers, but you can still tell that there's no hard feelings there. His romantic feelings towards you do take some time to go away, but he never once makes that your problem. Overall the sweetest of the bunch, and the least reactive.

Belphegor

He understands. He's upset, but he understands. He hasn't exactly been the kindest to you in the past, and he's still not the kindest to you now. He has a tendency to be sarcastic and annoying, but he does care about you deep down. He loves you, and he's so upset you rejected him, but he understands. He was hoping you'd say yes, but he knew deep down you wouldn't. He accepts it without much complaint, but he does back off heavily afterwards. You'll see him around occasionally, but it's not the same. He's quieter, and you catch him sleeping more. He doesn't follow behind you like he used to, nor does he make any of his usual sarcastic comments. He might take a nap in your general vicinity every now and again, but that's about it. It's not that he's mad at you; he's just giving you the space he thinks you want. Maybe he'll try hanging around you more in the future, but you'll have to come to him first.

#obey me #shall we date obey me #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #angst #obey me angst #angst headcanons #headcanons #scenarios #imagines

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