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what he didn’t do

Preoutbreak! Joel Miller x Female Reader

summary: You’re very recently divorced, but that doesn’t stop a certain handsome, brown-eyed neighbor from taking you out on a date.

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. divorced reader, no massive age gap (no specific age is mentioned, but reader is in her early 30’s and Joel is 35) slow burn, 10 year crush kind of deal. reader talks about her past relationship. mentions of food and alcohol. soft, caring Joel. first date fluff.

word count: 5.1k

a/n: so um how are we all doing after today, we still alive out there? 👀 no one asked for this, this fic is purely self indulgent, my lonely single ass is convinced that pre out break Joel would be just the most amazing gentleman on a date, he would be so perfect and just take the best care of you and treat a girl right…so here is what i whipped up.

He’ll treat me right, put me first, be a man of his word

stay home ‘cause he wanted to

always fight for my love

hold on tight like it’s something that he can’t stand to lose

Joel wasn’t all too sure how it even happened.

Earlier that afternoon, he’d gone on over to your place to deliver a piece of mail that the postman had accidentally put in his mailbox instead of yours. While Joel was there, you’d kindly asked him if he could recommend a good plumber that you could call because you had a stubborn leak under the kitchen sink that you needed to get looked at sooner rather than later. Wanting to save you both the hassle and the expense of having to hire someone, Joel had told you to hang tight for a minute and rushed back over to his house, only to return with his yellow toolbox in hand so that he could fix it for you, which he’d done in fifteen minutes flat—and now, just a few hours later into the evening, he was getting himself ready to take you out to dinner.

And the real fucking kicker of it all was that he had been the one to ask you out, proposing the offer while his head had been buried in the cabinet underneath your leaking kitchen sink. At least that way, if you had rejected him, you wouldn’t have been able to see the look of complete and utter embarrassment on his face. But much to Joel’s surprise, not to mention, his relief, you’d eagerly accepted the invitation and even suggested tonight would be the perfect night if he didn’t have prior plans or commitments.

Hell, even if Joel did have prior plans or commitments, he would have canceled them for you without a single ounce of hesitation.

He’d discovered he would do just about anything for you.

Joel shrugged into the light tan, button up shirt that Sarah had helped him pick out earlier just before he’d jumped in the shower. At thirteen, she lived with her nose buried in fashion magazines lately and she didn’t trust him to successfully choose a proper outfit for the occasion on his own without guidance. It had been well over a few years since Joel had been on a date, as she had so kindly pointed out to him while she’d rummaged around through his mess of a closet. Although he insisted that it wasn’t a date, his teenager had scoffed and called him out on his bullshit. “Well, what else do you do you call it when two single adults go out to dinner together alone?” Sarah had challenged him as she held up a couple of different shirts up against his chest, searching for the perfect one. “Especially when one of those two adults has had the most obvious crush on the other one for what, like ten freaking years now?”

“It wasn’t that obvious,” he’d muttered to her in response. Peering at her curiously, he couldn’t help himself as he had asked her, “Was it?”

“Dad, your crush on her has been about as subtle as a brick to the face.” Letting out a huge laugh, Sarah had shoved the shirt she’d selected into his hands and tossed the losers right back into his closet. “Here, wear this one with those dark jeans, the bootcut ones. Don’t roll up the sleeves like you always do. And for the love of all that is holy, at least make an attempt to run a comb through that hair of yours,” she’d advised on her way out the door, leaving him to it.

Joel sighed and buttoned up the shirt, then tugged on his dark blue jeans and a pair of black leather boots—the only pair he owned that weren’t totally worn down to the soles. He finished getting dressed and proceeded to roll up the long sleeves of his shirt up to the middle of his forearms, tucking in the cuffs as neatly as he could. He could already hear his daughter scolding him over it, but screw it, Joel wanted to be comfortable, especially now that warmer weather had arrived in Austin.

After rubbing just the slightest hint of his favorite sandalwood cologne on his neck and on the insides of his wrists, Joel finally left his bedroom and made his way downstairs, trying his absolute hardest to pay no mind to the nerves that were threatening to creep up on him. He entered the living room where he found Tommy sitting on the couch with Sarah, a plastic blue bowl of popcorn nestled between the two of them. Sarah, who had been busy shuffling through a stack of movies in her lap, looked up when she heard him walk into the room and narrowed her green eyes at him. “Come on, man! What did I say earlier about the sleeves?”

“You told me not to roll ‘em up. But I chose not to listen to you,” Joel quipped, eliciting an annoyed sigh from her.

Tommy smirked at him. “So motherfucker, you finally did it, huh? You finally asked her out on a date.” His smirk widened. “Only had to wait, what, about ten fuckin’ years?”

Joel glared at his younger brother. “How did you even—?” He stopped abruptly and his dark brown eyes flickered over to Sarah, who shot him a guilty smile from where she sat. “Really? You just had to tell him?”

“Sorry,” she apologized, sheepishly. “It slipped.”

“Damn, big brother. Y’know, word on the street is that she just signed the divorce papers at the courthouse earlier this week,” Tommy remarked, taking a swig from his bottle of Lone Star as he leaned back into the couch. “You’ve got some real big fuckin’ balls to ask a freshly divorced woman out on a date that quick. I’ve gotta admit that I’m actually pretty fuckin’ impressed with you, Joel. Didn’t think you’d have it in you.”

“It ain’t a date,” Joel muttered out the lie, picking up his keys from the coffee table. “We’re just goin’ out to dinner is all.”

“That’s a date,” Tommy and Sarah stated together in unison.

Joel let out a heavy sigh, deciding that it was better for him to ignore their antics rather than to play into them. “You.” He pointed an index finger at Sarah. “Might not be school night, but I don’t want you stayin’ up too late. And you.” He turned his attention to Tommy. “I don’t want you havin’ any of your little female friends over while I’m out tonight, especially not while Sarah is home. That understood?”

“Yes dad,” both their voices chirped together once again.

Rolling his eyes, Joel bid them a quick goodnight and left the house, making his way across the lawn and over to your place. You lived in the smaller, single story yellow house right next door to his.

You’d moved in next to Joel and Tommy several years ago—Sarah had still been a toddler then and he had just started getting used to life as a single father. Joel would never forget the first time that he laid his eyes on you. He had been in his driveway, taking a look under the hood of his old truck, a hunk of garbage Ford Ranger from the nineties that he’d finally gotten rid of a couple years back and replaced with a Chevrolet Silverado instead; it hadn’t been much of an upgrade, but at least it didn’t break down on him as often. Joel had noticed a moving van in the driveway of the house next door, but he hadn’t given it a second thought. He had been so engrossed in what he’d been doing, but at some point, he looked up from the engine and turned his head at the precise moment that you happened to walk by with a cardboard box in your arms. You’d caught his gaze and offered him what had to be the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in his entire fucking life. Joel had just set his wrench down and was about to head over to offer you some help when a man emerged from the back of the moving van with another box. He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek as he led the way into the house.

Turns out, that man had been your husband.

To say Joel had been sorely disappointed by the fact that you were married had been an understatement to say the least.

It hadn’t taken all too long before Joel met his new neighbors, although he often saw more of you than he ever saw your husband—the man traveled across the country for business and he would be gone for several days, even several weeks at a time. You were a homemaker and to help make life a little less mundane, you’d started something of a daycare in your home, offering to help fellow neighbors who needed someone to watch their younger children during their nine to five work schedules.

When Joel found himself putting in a brutal number of hours in at his construction job, he had struggled to find someone who was willing to look after his then three year old for such extended periods of time. You’d happily volunteered to help him out and you would watch Sarah from sunrise to about sundown for him without a problem. When she started kindergarten two years later, you continued to help Joel out, going as far as taking her to school for him and then picking her up afterwards. You’d never had any children of your own, but you still had maternal instincts, and as Sarah grew up, whenever she would need a woman’s guidance, she would go straight to you without hesitation and you were always there for her no matter what, no questions asked.

Joel couldn’t have been more grateful for you.

He’d seen and spoken to you just about every day for the last decade—he’d even go as far as saying that the two of you were good friends, though since day one, he found himself longing for a hell of a lot more than just your friendship. Joel had thought he would have to shove his true feelings for you down for the rest of his natural born life, that is, until several months ago when he’d noticed the moving truck parked in your driveway one late afternoon as he and Sarah came home from one of her soccer games. Nearly in tears, Sarah had immediately hopped out of the pickup before Joel could even cut the engine and ran over, demanding to know why you hadn’t told her that you were moving—that’s when you fessed up and explained to her that you weren’t going anywhere, but your husband was.

Through whispers in the neighborhood, Joel discovered that you had filed for divorce and although no one knew the exact reason why, many suspected it had been your husband’s constant traveling for work that had done it. Denise, the nosy blonde woman who lived across the street from him swore up and down that he must have had some kind of adulterous affair behind your back—Joel simply told her she needed to lay off her dramatic daytime soap operas.

Regardless of the reason why, you were now officially single.

And Joel was taking you out to dinner.

Whether it was an actual date or not, that hadn’t exactly been established.

He made it up the front porch and inhaled a deep breath, exhaling it slowly through his nose before he knocked on your front door. When you opened it just a few seconds later, all of the wind had been knocked out of his lungs by an invisible force.

You wore a sky blue sundress with a sweet, white floral pattern printed all over it. Thin straps tied together at your shoulders and the hem of the skirt fell right to the middle of your thighs revealing a lot more of your silky smooth legs than he had ever seen before. You’d kept your makeup fairly light, and your hair fell loosely and naturally around your shoulders. Joel noticed you wearing a silver necklace, a butterfly pendant hanging from the chain. He recognized it, because he’d bought it for you, although it was Sarah who had gotten all the credit. She had given it to you as a gift for your birthday that passed by a few months ago.

“Hey!” You beamed at him. “You’re right on time.”

“Hey.” Joel swallowed dryly. “You look really beautiful.”

You smiled shyly. “Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself,” You returned the compliment, admiring the way the sleeves of his shirt hugged his biceps. “I have to hand it to you, you definitely clean up well, Joel.”

“Next time that you see Sarah, you’d best thank her. She deserves the credit,” he stated, eliciting a small laugh from you. “Are you all ready to go?”

You nodded, grabbing your purse and keys from the small glass table beside the door. You stepped out onto the porch, closing the door behind you; after making sure that you’d locked it properly, you followed Joel across your front lawn and over towards his driveway. He led you to the passenger’s side of his dark blue Silverado and opened the door for you, holding his hand out to help you climb up into the seat. The gesture prompted you to shoot him a strange look.

He frowned a little. “What’s the matter?”

“No, nothing,” You quickly assured him. You placed your hand in his larger one, the contact causing a jolt of electricity to shoot up the length of your spine.

Joel helped you up into the truck and closed the door before making his way around the front of the vehicle and climbing into the driver’s seat. He shoved the key into the ignition and the pickup roared to life. He watched as you put on your seatbelt and then reached out, giving it a tug to make sure you were buckled in well enough. “Just makin’ sure you’re safe is all,” he uttered softly as you tossed him another puzzled glance. He reached over his shoulder for his own seatbelt and buckled it in before finally pulling out of the driveway.

Out of his peripheral vision, Joel could see you wringing your hands together in your lap in something of an anxious manner—were you nervous?

In an effort to comfort you and ease the nerves, Joel reached out and turned up the volume of the radio. He normally kept it on his favorite country station and was just about to ask what station you preferred when you let out a tiny, excited gasp and turned to him, a radiant smile breaking out onto your face.

“Oh, I love this song!” You told him, bringing your hands together in an enthusiastic clap. You then started singing along to the familiar lyrics. “Heads Carolina, tails California, somewhere greener, somewhere warmer, up in the mountains, down by the ocean—”

Joel turned briefly, raising an eyebrow at you. “Nineties country fan, huh?”

“Duh,” You replied playfully. “Nineties were and will probably always be the golden age of country.”

He grinned, turning his attention back onto the road. “I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

Biting back another smile at his words, you turned to look out of the window, nodding your head and tapping your foot along to the beat of the song as you watched the streets of Austin pass by in a blur of lights and people.

Joel had chosen to take you to Antonio’s, a locally owned Italian place that was somewhere between casual and upscale dining. “Wait,” he told you, noticing you reaching for the door handle as soon as he’d parked in front of the restaurant. He jumped out of the driver’s seat and walked around, opening the door for you. Just like when he’d helped you into the truck back at his house, he offered you a hand to help you out of it. He kept his dark brown eyes on your feet, making sure you that didn’t fall or lose one of the brown sandals you were wearing. “Careful.”

“Thank you,” You said kindly to him as he closed the door behind you. Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt him place his hand on the small of your back as he ushered you inside of the restaurant where a hostess led you to a small, round table out in the back patio. You thanked her and reached for your chair, but Joel instantly stopped you.

“Let me,” he insisted, pulling it out for you. He helped you into the chair and noticed you give him another strange look, similar to the ones you’d given him when he’d helped you into the truck and when he’d checked your seatbelt. “Why do you keep lookin’ at me like that? Do I have somethin’ on my face or what?” He asked jokingly as he took his seat across from you.

You hesitated, but then confessed, “I’ve never had someone pull my chair out for me. I’ve never had someone open the car door for me or make sure I’m wearing my seatbelt.” You offered him a small, sheepish smile. “You don’t know how nice that is, Joel.”

Joel stared at you in complete disbelief.

Before he could say anything, a younger waitress appeared at the table to take yours and his orders for beverages. “I’ll just have a cabernet, please,” You ordered, politely. Not wanting to be the asshole who ordered a beer at an Italian place, Joel asked her for a glass of red wine too. She returned moments later with the drinks and then offered to take your orders for food. Both you and Joel decided on a chicken penne pasta dish that looked absolutely delicious. As soon as the waitress took your menus and disappeared back inside, you looked up at Joel and noticed his eyes were fixed intently on you. You felt a slight heat flood your face. “What is it?”

“Nothin’,” he answered, shrugging his shoulders innocently. “You just look really beautiful, that’s all.”

“You said that already,” You reminded him, letting out a breathless little laugh.

“I know.” Joel picked up his glass of wine. He took a quick sip before adding, “But someone as pretty as you deserves to hear it over and over again.”

The night went by fast, much too fast.

One minute, you were both enjoying your dinner and digging into delicious pasta, and the next, the table had been cleared completely, and so had all the other tables surrounding you—you two were the very last patrons in the restaurant. You and Joel had been so lost in conversation that neither of you had realized it was almost eleven and the restaurant was about to close in five minutes.

“We’ve been sitting here talking for three hours,” You gasped lightly.

Joel chuckled. “Time flies when you’re in great company.”

You looked the bill on the table, which the waitress had dropped off over an hour ago, and reached for it, but Joel was quick to snatch it away from you.

You pinned him with a stern look. “Come on, Joel! You fixed my kitchen sink for free, paying for dinner is the least I could do—”

“A lady never pays on a date.”

Your lips parted slightly in pleasant surprise. “Oh. So this is a date?”

Joel laughed as dug his brown leather wallet out from the pocket of his jeans. “I mean, it doesn’t have to be a date if you don’t want it to be. But I still ain’t lettin’ you pay.”

“I do.” You told him softly after a minute. “I do want it to be a date,”

Joel’s eyes met yours across the table and he smiled, looking relieved. “Good. ‘Cause I would’ve been kinda crushed if you’d said otherwise.”

He dropped a couple of twenty dollar bills on the table and stood up. He noticed you about to do the same when he shot you a warning glare.

“Oh. Right.” You giggled and waited until he stood up and held his hand out to you, helping you out of your chair.

As the two made your way out of the restaurant and out to his truck, Joel didn’t let your hand go.

“Thank you again for inviting me out to dinner tonight,” You said sweetly as Joel walked you up the porch steps to your front door. You rummaged through your purse and pulled out your house keys, pausing for a brief moment as you peered shyly up at him through your eyelashes. “Would you like to come in for a drink?”

Joel’s heart skipped an anxious, but eager beat. “I think I’d really like that.”

You turned back to your door and your hand trembled slightly as you jammed the key into the keyhole to unlock it and judging by the way Joel let out a soft chuckle beside you, you were certain that he’d noticed it. You pushed the door open, closing it behind you once the two of you had slipped inside. Setting your purse and keys down, you gestured for him to follow you into your living room where you nodded for him to have a seat on the dark blue velvet couch before you walked towards the kitchen. “What’s your poison?” You called out to him over your shoulder as you began rummaging around in your cabinets for two glasses.

“I’m partial to scotch,” he called back. He then added, “If you’ve got it, of course”

“How do you take it?”

“Neat’s just fine.”

You giggled as you prepared a glass of scotch for him and a glass of red wine for yourself. “Oh you’re just so classy, aren’t you Miller?” Before anything, you did a quick mirror check in the stainless steel toaster on the kitchen counter, making sure that not a single hair was out of place. You then took a deep breath, picked up the glasses, and walked back out into the living room. Handing Joel his glass, you took a seat beside him on the couch; you sat close to him, so close that his arm was pressed against yours. Somehow that wasn’t even remotely close enough. You wanted to be closer and hoped he felt the same.

“By the way, thank you again for fixing the sink for me,” You told him after taking a sip of your wine. “You probably saved me a couple hundred bucks.”

“Oh, it’s nothin’ really,” Joel reassured you. He nudged your arm. “If you ever need me to take a look at anythin’ around the house, please don’t hesitate to call me. I don’t want you reachin’ out to plumblers and electricians, those crooks will see a sweet little lady like yourself and see nothin’ but fuckin’ dollar signs. I don’t want anyone takin’ advantage of you, so when you’ve got a problem, you call me first alright?”

You gazed down into the burgundy depths of your glass, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “I really appreciate that, Joel.” You brought yourself to look up at him, admitting, “Now that I’m living alone, it worries me. Having to take care of this house all by myself.”

Joel gripped his glass tightly, a hesitant expression on his face. “Can I ask you somethin’?”

“Of course.”

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. And if it offends you in any way, you’re more than welcome to just give me a good kick in the—”

“Joel!” You rolled your eyes, shaking your head at him. “Just ask me the damn question already.”

“What happened between you two?”

The smile on your face faded away, but you didn’t seem upset at him. “Well, what all have you heard?”

Taking a sip of his scotch, Joel shrugged. “Couple of rumors here and there, but I ain’t the type to believe in gossip. Would rather hear the truth from the source.”

“What did Mrs. Adler have to say about it?”

He snorted into his glass. “That you two probably could have saved your marriage had you just gone to church.”

You couldn’t help but laugh—Mrs. Adler was nice enough, but that woman could really be something else. She was always telling people they had to get right with Jesus.

“So?” Joel prompted you. “What did he do?”

You sighed and turned your body slightly, angling it towards his. “He did quite a bit. Put me through hell, to be honest with you. But you know, I’m not the type to air someone’s dirty laundry. So, I’m not going to tell you what he did.” You paused, your fingers lightly tapping the sides of your glass. “But I’ll tell you what he didn’t do.”

Joel nodded silently, but in understanding.

“He didn’t treat me right. He didn’t treat me the way I deserved. He never wanted to spend time with me. He never wanted to be home with me, which is all I ever wanted from him. He’d travel so much for work, and when he would finally come back after being away, I would be so excited to just be with him.” You scoffed bitterly at the thought of it. “The minute he landed, he would drop his luggage off and head straight to some bar with his buddies. All I’d want is for him to just stay in with me for a night, watch a movie with me, talk with me because I missed him so much while he was gone. But he never chose me. He would never put me first, no matter how many times I asked.” You shrugged and leaned over, setting your glass of wine down on the wooden coffee table before leaning back into the couch. “It probably sounds really stupid but—”

Joel placed a hand on your bare knee, causing your flesh to erupt in goosebumps. “It doesn’t sound stupid at all.”

Finding a bit of courage, you placed your hand on top of his and continued on, “He never made me feel like I was someone worth fighting for, you know? Like my love was something worth fighting for. He made me feel like nothing, Joel. It got to the point where sometimes I believed it—I felt like I was nothing.”

Joel gave your knee a gentle squeeze. “I sure as hell hope you don’t feel that way now,” he said, his lips tugging down into a frown. “Because you’re fuckin’ everythin’.”

Your eyes flickered up to meet his and you had to silently remind yourself to breathe.

Leaning over, Joel set his glass down on the coffee table right beside yours. He turned to you and lifted his hand, touching the side of your face, his thumb delicately sweeping over the silky skin of your cheek. “A woman like you deserves the world and nothin’ less. You know that, don’t you?”

“Joel?” You whispered out his name, your heart racing in your chest at a rate that you were certain had to be much too fast for the human body to withstand.

“Yeah?”

“Can you please kiss me?”

Joel’s hand cradled your face gingerly as he obliged, leaning in so his lips could meet yours in the kiss that he’s been aching to give you for the last yen years. He was gentle and he was sweet with it, but after a minute, he found himself lightly nipping at your bottom lip with his teeth, silently asking permission for more. He felt your lips part slightly against his and he eagerly deepened the embrace, his hand moving to the back of your head while his other found your bare knee again.

Another wave of courage washed over you and you placed your two hands on his chest, pushing him back against the soft, velvet fabric of your couch. You swung a leg over both of his and straddled his lap, your hands now clutching fistfuls of his shirt.

Joel’s own hands went to your hips and he groaned into your kiss.

You pulled away from him, the tip of your nose lightly touching his as the two of you struggled to catch a breath.

“Let me be the one to treat you the way you deserve,” he murmured after a minute, lifting one of his hands to brush your hair back behind your shoulder; his fingertips lightly brushed against the strap of your dress, and it took every ounce of strength he had in him not to pull it down your arm. “Just give me the chance and I’ll hang the moon for you, darlin’—hell, for you I’ll hang the entire fuckin’ galaxy.”

Your heart swelling at his words, you grinned just before pressing your mouth to his once again.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Joel chuckled with a smile against your lips.

You clung to him with fervor, kissing him with a passion that had the both of you seeing stars. Your hands were everywhere, touching, feeling anything part of him you could, eliciting another groan from him as you started grinding down into his lap. Your fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel more.

“Whoa, whoa.” Joel caught both your hands in his and let out a breathless laugh. “Hey. Slow down, sweetheart.”

You looked at him with wide eyes. “Oh I’m sorry, I-I thought you wanted—"

“Oh I do want it, trust me. Pretty sure you can feel how much I want it.” Joel chuckled again, knowing damn good and well that you could feel how hard he’d become for you as you sat in his lap. His hands toyed with the hem of your sundress. “Seein’ you in this dress all night, trust me I want nothin’ more than to have you right here, right now. But I like you way too fuckin’ much to risk messin’ this up by movin’ too fast.”

You pouted at him.

“Oh c’mon darlin’ put that lip away.” Joel lifted his hand, taking your chin between his thumb and index finger. “All I’m sayin’ is that we ain’t gotta rush this. Trust me, you’ve got me hooked already and I don’t plan on goin’ anywhere, alright?”

You almost groaned out in frustration.

He just had to be a fucking gentleman when it came to sex, too.

You sighed in defeat, resting your hands lightly on his chest. “Fine,” You relented with a tiny eye roll, causing him to grin in amusement. You playfully poked his sternum. “But if you don’t fuck me senseless by the third date, we’re going have a problem, Miller.”

Joel groaned, feeling himself grow even harder at the way such a filthy statement had come out of a woman with the face of an angel. “Keep talkin’ like that and you’re goin’ to make it impossible for me to wait that long.”

“Maybe that’s the goal,” You winked at him.

“Just stop talkin’ and c’mere.” He pulled you forward, fusing your mouth to his once again.

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The Orange Peel Theory

[the orange peel theory: the idea that someone cares enough about you to do even the most mundane tasks that you are completely capable of doing yourself - an act of service in the small things]

synopsis : megumi shows yuji that he'd peel an orange for him despite the rind getting stuck under his nails and the citrus smell sticking to his fingers.

(this isn't about oranges- it's actually about dumplings, but you get it....)

word count : 835

"Alright, let's get this going. Nobara really takes advantage when I offer to cook for her parties," Yuji craned his neck from side to side, rolling up his sleeves before stepping in front of the sink. "I mean, come on–" he started, meticulously scrubbing his hands with a heavy sigh as he thought about the tedious prep work he'd have to do to make his famous dumplings.

"The thinly sliced carrots piss you off," Megumi interjected with a small smile on his face, "That reminds me, I have a surprise for you," Megumi quirked his brow towards the refrigerator. "It's not much, I'd probably burn the whole house down if i tried to actually help you with the cooking, but–”

Yuji padded over to the fridge wondering if Megumi just decided to buy premade dumplings to avoid the hassle.

His back creaked as he bent down to come face to face with the lower half of the appliance, mild anticipation sparking with the creaking hinges of the door. A breath caught in his chest, his heart coming to a complete stop. He felt silly with the way he audibly gulped and tears brimmed in his eyes.

It had been a mindless rant. Nothing serious. The two of them laid in bed the previous night, Yuji scoffing at his phone as he saw Nobara’s texts asking if he could bring his homemade dumplings.

"The prep work is so time consuming, I'll have to try and come home early tomorrow," he’d sighed. "The recipe is a blessing and a curse,” he groaned as he buried his face into Megumi’s chest. “I like my dumplings as much as the next person, but everything has to be so finely chopped and it takes so long," Yuji continued.

Before him, now, were containers full of prepped vegetables. Shredded carrots, minced ginger, stringy green onions.

"You did this?" Yuji's voice was small, a hairline away from cracking as he turned to Megumi with his arms full of containers. All labeled and packed to preserve freshness. Scallions floating in water and leafy greens topped with a paper towel to keep them from wilting. Fushiguro knew next to nothing about cooking, let alone prep before Yuji came into his life. The sentiment that he went out of his way to do this all so perfectly had Yuji’s heart swelling in his chest.

"I mean, yeah, you hate doing the prep," Megumi shrugged, gesturing to the veggies, his fingers wrapped in bandages that had tigers and bunnies printed on them, cutesy ones Yuji always had in his pocket in case he came across a child that slipped and scraped their skin. “I know you're always standing for so long and it hurts your knees.”

"You don't know how to cook," Yuji whispered, dumbfounded, earning a snicker from his boyfriend.

"Chopping is different from cooking. Like I said, I probably would've burned down our apartment if I tried to help you cook." He huffed a stronger snort, the corners of his lips tugged into a wide grin.

“It takes you forever to chop anything. How long were you standing here? It was your day off,” his lips wobbled trying so hard not to let his tears slide down his cheeks. He sucked in a hiccup as he thought about how his boyfriend stood in the kitchen for most of the day, wincing every time he nicked his fingers, shifting his weight between his feet as the time weighed heavily on his shoulders.

Megumi stepped towards Yuji, wiping the stubborn tears from his boyfriend's lash line. "It's not a big deal, you don't have to cry." He cooed softly, pulling Yuji in close.

"You saved me a lot of time," Yuji rasped, hands clinging to the pockets of Megumi's sweats.

"I know," Megumi chuckled fondly, planting a soft kiss high on Yuji's cheek.

"And you hurt yourself," he acknowledged, taking Megumi’s hands in his, holding them to his chest.

"It's not too bad. I'll get better. Won't cut myself too much next time," his boyfriend assured, bringing in a fresh sting of tears to the skin around Yuji’s eyes at the implication that he would be more than willing to prep vegetables for him again. Yuji had always done things himself. He never imagined anyone doing such small gestures, tiny things you'd never think of doing for another person. He was perfectly capable of doing it himself, everything Megumi knew about cooking came from him. There was no doubt in mind that his boyfriend knew that these were things he could do– easily– but he did them anyway because he knew how much Yuji hated doing it. It started out as a small rant, nothing had to come from it, but Megumi took it to heart, taking time out of his day to think of ways to give Yuji an easier time.

"And I love you," Yuji rasped with closed lids as he nuzzled his face into the crook of Megumi’s neck.

"I love you too."

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By Any Other Name

Book: Bloodbound

Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed x MC (Lucy West)

Rating: Teen

Word count: 876

Summary: Do Kamilah and Carmilla have anything in common besides some consonants and vowels?

A/N: For @vampirkit. Happy Valentine's Day! I've loved your Lucy since I stumbled upon your post introducing her, so I was thrilled to see I was your secret admirer. I hope you like this little story starring Lucy and Kamilah.

(Please let me know if your sense of humor isn't as unhinged as mine, and I'll write you something sane instead 🤭)

@choicesficwriterscreations @choicesfebruary2024 (Eros) @choicesfandomappreciation @choicespride (prompt: wine)

By Any Other Name

Lucy’s wine glass rests forgotten on the coffee table. It’s an excellent vintage, one that Kamilah saved for a special occasion and has just uncorked for Lucy's birthday. But as it turns out, a wine older than the United States of America isn’t the biggest surprise of the evening. Granted, Lucy is used to being stunned speechless by Kamilah’s stories, but this one might take the birthday cake.

“You were the inspiration for Carmilla.”

“Yes.”

“Carmilla by Sheridan Le Fanu.”

“Mhmm.”

“Carmilla published in the 1870s.”

“Lucy. If you have a point, make it.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just… how did this happen? And why am I only hearing about it now?”

Kamilah sighs and takes a sip from her own glass, her eyes closing in pleasure for a moment. “One of the best wines I’ve had in decades. What were you saying?”

Good lord. Sometimes being with a woman who’s two thousand years old can be exasperating. Lucy may be 150 herself, but she has a healthy (human still, she admits) dose of impatience. Kamilah? Kamilah doesn’t know the meaning of the word.

“How did you end up inspiring Carmilla? I thought she was based on Elizabeth Báthory!”

“You would,” Kamilah says dryly. “History doesn’t often care about the truth.”

Lucy tilts Kamilah’s chin up with one finger. “I’m going to need the story, babe. The whole story.”

Kamilah rolls her eyes, but her lips twitch. She will never admit it, but they both know full well how much she loves it when Lucy calls her babe.

“I briefly traveled to Ireland in 1870. Gaius knew a man who knew a man who…”

“Knew a man?”

She gives Lucy a flat stare. “Are you telling the story, or am I?”

“Sorry. Continue.”

“Who knew a mortal fascinated by our kind.”

“Sheridan Le Fanu.”

“Yes. See, he was attacked by a vampire when he was a very young man...”

“So he was afraid of us?”

“Oh, no. The reckless fool accosted the poor woman with so many questions that she decided it wasn’t worth the hassle.”

“Is that a note of admiration I detect?”

“Absolutely not. I admire no mortal.”

Lucy is too eager to hear the rest of the story to argue. “Okay, okay, the story?”

Kamilah sighs, long-suffering, but she proceeds. “Sheridan invited me to stay at his home. Every evening before I left the house, we drank whiskey and he threw every question under the sun at me.”

Lucy can’t help it. She snickers. “Under the sun?”

“Quiet.” Undisturbed, Kamilah presses on. “He severely tried my patience, but he was still my host. I answered some of them.”

“Only some?”

“I had intercepted a letter meant for the editor of The Dark Blue. I knew he was planning to write about it, and I didn’t want every reader of that nonsensical serial to know every little detail about our kind.” She rolls her eyes again. “I shouldn’t have bothered. He still got it all wrong. No matter how many times I told him that vampires can’t shapeshift, he made Carmilla transform into a cat-like creature.”

“I wondered about that! I mean, a black cat? It seems a little on the nose.”

“Precisely.” Kamilah sips her wine, then shrugs. “At least he didn’t turn us into bats. He left that particular brand of nonsense to Stoker.”

“Okay, but why do you think you were the inspiration for Carmilla herself? She doesn’t look like you.”

“She wouldn’t. I’m not Vlad; Sheridan knew better than to immortalize me too clearly. I would’ve killed him, host or not.” She pinches the bridge of her nose. “I didn’t read the story until I returned to America. The similarities were too obvious to ignore, so I wrote him a letter demanding an explanation.”

“What did he say?”

“He denied that Carmilla was based on me.”

“But you didn’t believe him?”

“If he wanted to be so discreet, he shouldn’t have given her a name so like mine.”

“It does seem an awfully big coincidence if fictional Carmilla has no relation to real life Kamilah,” Lucy admits. “But look on the bright side! Thanks to him, countless young women have dreamed about you.”

Kamilah gives her a haughtily amused look. “Lucy, I don’t need his help to make women dream about me.” She trails a finger down Lucy’s cheek, all the way to her collarbone. “Do I?”

She swallows. Hard. “Can’t argue with that.”

“That aside, he nonetheless made me out to be some sort of… of… corrupter.” Obviously incensed, she pushes her hair back. “I've never in my life seduced anyone who didn’t want to be seduced.”

“Still,” Lucy says, as casually as possible. “I wouldn’t mind being corrupted by you.”

Kamilah smiles, cupping Lucy’s cheek tenderly. “My love, at this point, I’m not sure who’d be corrupting whom.”

She pushes Kamilah back and straddles her. The older vampire only lifts an elegant brow. “I believe you’ve made my point for me.”

Lucy grins, her lips hovering over Kamilah’s. “Oh babe, I’m about to do a lot more for you.”

She kisses her jaw, then her neck, before she moves lower. Kamilah may have all the cool stories, she decides, but Lucy has her own ways of making her speechless.

#kamilah x mc #kamilah x oc #kamilah sayeed #lucy west #bloodbound #ChoicesSecretAdmirer2024

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astraule · 9 months

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•It’s Cold•

Pairing: Alice x Reader

TW: Light cursing

Y/N: Werewolf reader with they/them pronouns

Word Count: 2147 words

Summary: As you're sitting outside the Cullen entrance waiting to take Bella home after Jake asked you for a favor Alice keeps you company. What'll happen when you start feeling something for one of your biggest enemies?

*For this story vampire's powers can be used on werewolves. Twilight is a weird universe, the Cullen's powers don't seem to work on werewolves but Jane's do? To save us the hassle let's just say they all work*

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Alice POV:

(Graduation party at the Cullen's mansion)

Honestly everything was going amazing. People were having fun, they were dancing, Bella hadn't made a single remark about how much she disliked parties. Well... that's what I thought until I smelled that disgusting musk as I walked down the stair. I knew the werewolves had made their appearance and I knew Bella had invited them but I didn't know they would actually go through with this. A very short time after I could tell the werewolves were here, I had that vision.

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Y/N POV:

"You invited me, remember?" I overheard Jake mention towards Bella. I really had no idea what I was doing tagging along with my brothers stupid antics, but some of us had to make sure he wouldn't burn the Cullen house down because of Bella and break the treaty between vampires and werewolves.

"Was my right hook too subtle for you? That was me uninviting you." the girl with brown hair mentioned to my hardheaded brother. I must admit this girl was weird but as soon as she said that I couldn't help but chuckle a bit, which earned a curse towards me from Jake as he thought it.

"Look Bella I'm sorry, about you know.. the kiss and your hand. I'd blame it on the whole inner animal thing, but it was really just... me, being an ass. I'm really sorry." Jake managed to say as a shitty apology for the possible trauma he put this girl through and I made sure he knew how bad this apology was through my thoughts, which caused Embry and Quil to chuckle next to me.

Jake brushed my stupid comment off and pulled out something out of his pocket to show Bella before saying "I brought you something, a graduation present." He gave her the bracelet with the werewolf pendant and I knew it was my turn to talk.

"I made it myself" I mentioned as I peered over Jake's shoulder to look at Bella. I'm pretty sure that was the first time I had seen her actually smile given the amount of times we've seen each other, maybe twice or three times. It was my first time home in a while after traveling.

"Wow... you made this? It's really pretty, thanks." She mentioned as Jake helped her put the bracelet on. That's when she noticed the short haired vampire girl at the end of the stairs looking puzzled, that's when we noticed her too. It was like as she had seen a ghost.

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(Cullen mansion's balcony)

"They'll be here in four days." The short black haired vampire by the name of Alice mentioned as Carlisle managed to say "this could turn into a blood bath."

Edward, the red haired vampire fighting with my brother for Bella's love and adoration, added "who's behind it?" And Alice soon after that affirmed that she hadn't seen anyone she recognized except for local missing person, Riley Biers. The Cullen vampires started theorizing about who it could possibly be, until the tall long blond haired vampire with the name of Jasper mentioned an army would be coming and there wasn't enough of them to protect the town.

"Hold up, what damn army?" Jake asked puzzled enough to even be talking even if he had anger unresolved with the Cullens.

"Newborns, our kind." Carlisle finally let us know. New vampires made to destroy or so I thought.

"What are they after?" Embry beat me saving me from the embarrassment of asking myself. I didn't hate the vampires I just didn't know them enough myself to be speaking freely. “They're after Bella? What does this mean?” I thought. “What could they possibly want with a human girl?”

"They're after Bella? What the hell does this mean?" Jake commented. I was so grateful I had my brother and friends to ask these important questions for me. Carlisle finally let us know that this would be an ugly fight with lives lost. Jake, Embry, Quil, and I all looked at each other.

“What do you guys think?” Jake questioned in his head. I was sure he wanted to protect the girl he loved but I wasn't sure this girl loved him back. Although... Bella's life wasn't the only human life at risk here. “Our duty is to protect human lives from any vampire, I'm in if you guys agree on it.” Quil mentioned as he thought. “I wont deny to it but we also can't get too carried away and lose a werewolf life for Bella.” Embry thought. “Bella's life isn't the only one at risk here, what's preventing these newborn vampires from attacking any of the Forks citizens when they feel like it? We have to get rid of every last one of them.” I mentioned in my mind.

"All right, we're in" Jake insisted as he turned his head to look at Carlisle. I guess this caused Bella to panic a bit because she started refusing to let us fight in this newborn war. Which my brother quickly shut her down by mentioning he wasn't asking from permission. This caused Bella to look at Edward, waiting for him to say something.

That's when Edward said "it means more protection for you." Carlisle quickly followed this with a "Jacob, do you think Sam would agree to an understanding?"

“We get to kill some vampires, I'm sure he'll understand.” Embry thought. Quil then added in his head “as long as all of us werewolves come out intact.” Then I finished the last thought with “some blood will be spilt and it sure as hell wont be ours.” For the first time ever the Cullen vampires and us, werewolves, were getting along. Let's see how long this'll last.

"As long as we get to kill some vampires." Jacob mentioned in response to Carlisle's question. This is when Jasper mentioned that with us helping they'd have more numbers and the newborn vampires wont even know we exist.

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(Cullen’s front door steps)

Sometime later after my brother and friends left, I stayed behind to make sure Bella returned home safe. I was sitting on the stairs outside the Cullen home when Alice came out to check up on me I suppose. It wasn't like I didn't notice how uncomfortable I made her or how whenever she came close she seemed to cover her nose with her hand.

"Are you sure you want to stay out here, Bella's telling me how cold it is, don't you want to come inside and-" before Alice could finish her sentence I interrupted her and said as I made eye contact with her "I'm not human, I run hot, I don't get cold. Why do you think my brother and friends run around shirtless all the damn time?" I'll agree I was being a bit rude not letting her finish her sentence, but I was on the edge. As much as I had liked to mention how I didn't have any problems with the Cullens something in us werewolves made us skittish at any close contact with vampires.

"Well... if you don't mind I can sit here with you, keeping you company, until Bella's ready to leave that is and if you'd have me" Alice mentioned, dragging me out of my deep thinking. What was wrong with this girl? She seemed to have no second thinking. I had heard about her amazing powers at being able to see the future but was she just so certain of everything that she'd come close to one of her biggest predators? All I could do was nod and look away as she took a seat next to me.

"I might not be a mind reader like Edward but I do know what you're thinking, I can see the future after all... okay that came out creepier than expected" she chuckled as she made lines on the dirt with her index finger. Now that I thought about it... her hands were beautiful, they were slender and pale, how cold could they really be? If she had me holding her hand I'd make sure she was warm all the time, oh god what was I thinking? There's no way I could ever imagine myself with a vampire. As I heard my brother and friends complaints in my head I knew they were against the idea.

"You don't have to listen to your family, I mean it should be up to you whether you'd like to date whoever you'd like" Alice snapped me out of my thoughts one more. Dammit I forgot she knew everything I was thinking before I thought it. If I was annoyed at my family doing that I could just shield my thoughts away from them but Alice could just listen into whatever she wanted.

Alice chuckled before saying "you know I know what you're thinking and everything but it's so much better when I can have an actual conversation with someone." That's when she looked my way and showed me her beautiful smile, then and there I knew I had fallen under the vampire control. The books said it, humans who saw them said it, even my family's stories mentioned how beautiful they were and here I was charmed by one.

"Oh yes! Sorry about that it's just... I got caught in my thinking and well you were answering me back" I chuckled "I guess I felt like you were a part of the werewolves since we all just kind of talk inside our heads to each other."

That's when I head the door open behind us, as I looked behind me I could see Bella peeking her head out and I could hear Edward telling her to be safe and to be careful around me. I didn't have problems with Edward, I understood all he wanted to do was protect Bella. Plus I thought this fight between him and Jake was stupid anyway.

"Am I interrupting something?" Bella mentioned as she looked between me and Alice who seemed to be sitting a little too close to each other.

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3rd POV:

"Nope, I was just keeping Y/N here some company while you made up your mind to leave." Alice smiled and got up as she patted away the dirt from her clothing. Alice seemed to be a girl of high class, the kind of girl who stressed over having the latest bag or piece of clothing. She didn't give off the brat vibe, she just seemed like she put a lot of effort into herself. Yet... here she was sitting on the dirty ground with Y/N just because they didn't want to be inside. They could've at least given her their sweater to sit on or something.

Y/N looked at Bella and said to her "are you ready? We don't have to leave if you aren't ready." Everyone noticed how Bella and Edward seemed attached at the hip, never own without the other, one always trailing behind.

"Oh don't worry about that I've had my fun, plus I think it's cruel leaving you waiting more. I know how faithful you guys are to each other and if Jake asks a favor you'd do it. The same goes for the other werewolves."

"Well... if there's nothing more to do then let's get going, I have a date with my comfy bed." Y/N mentioned as they stretched but Alice caught their attention before they could leave.

"Hey Y/N! Before you leave here..." she handed them a small paper with her phone number on it.

"We should hang out soon... somewhere where it's not so full of dirt" she chuckled. Y/N nodded before they left with Bella. They knew the dirt had bothered Alice. She gave them her number... and all they did was nod and walk away!

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I hope you guys enjoyed that, I'm not a pro at writing fan fiction and even though I've mastered English as a language I still have some trouble as it is not my mother tongue. If you guys would like to see more of this please let me know or let me know who you'd like me to write for.

#twilight #alice cullen #twilight alice #edward cullen #jasper hale #alice cullen x reader #jacob black #embry call #quil ateara #carlisle cullen #x reader #y/n #x y/n

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papastarion · 7 months

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Papastarion Headcanons Pt. 4

“Roman Empire,” this, “Roman Empire,” that. A man’s obsession with the fall of Rome is a half-forgotten hobby compared to the amount of time I spend thinking about this man and his children.

•I think, given that magistrate is a hereditary title, he probably had some vague inclination that at some point he’d have to have a child or two to keep the title going. But then Cazador happened. And then he was turned. And then there were no thoughts or feelings on the issue for 200 years, not that the thoughts before were ever very deep, or the feelings very strong one way or the other. But once it’s happening, and it’s a tangible reality, he’s head over heels about being a father.

•Per lore, which I take or leave as I please, Mephistopheles tieflings are known for their minds. So, I like to think out of the brood, it’s Mina who takes the magistrate mantle. I can see Astarion getting involved in politics behind the scenes over the years, but her ticket in is definitely through her grandfather, since he still holds his seat publicly and isn’t, you know, believed to be dead. But Astarion teaches her everything he knows.

•He’s the kind of parent to talk to newborns like they’re adults. He’ll carry out entire conversations with his and Thea’s four month old son like he’s talking to Karlach or Gale or Lae’zel. “All I’m saying is that Lady Jannath should know better by now.” *Incoherent babbling.* “Exactly! I’m so glad you understand.”

•A personal favorite headcanon of mine is that Astarion can play the violin and piano and that rhythm and music make sense in that way, but he can’t dance to save his life. But swaying to some music and dancing are two different calibers, you see. He loves when the kids want to dance. He’ll let them stand on his feet and he’ll do simple steps. It doesn’t matter if they’re at home or some big gala either his parents or Thea or an old friend needed his attendance at. He’s a father of few rules, but one of his long-standing ones is that they each save a dance for him at every party.

•He can’t say no if a stray is brought into the house. The usual offender is Apolinary (who grows into a fine ranger, to no one’s surprise), and if is isn’t Apolinary, it’s Eldritch. Astarion always swears the next one will be the last. (It never is, though most get moved to more permanent homes down the road.)

•Always has candy on his person. Thea has a sweet tooth and every single one of their children seems to have inherited it. He learns to save himself and the kids (and his wife) the hassle and always has some sort of sweet hidden away in his pockets.

•Birthdays are a big deal. Each one of them. And they’re family affairs. The old gang all comes as is possible, and they’re just as much involved in the festivities. But Astarion is the designated party planner.

•Would never put the kids down if he didn’t have to. He’s terrible at sharing unless it’s Thea he’s up against. Other than that, that his baby and he’s very much not going to share. Showing them off? Absolutely. Please, bask in the most perfect combination of genetics possible, but you will look, not touch, because he’s clearly not held them long enough. Clearly. 😂

•He’s always curious about what they’ll look like before they’re born. He’s always so intrigued by whether they’ll have his hair or Thea’s single little freckle by their eye, or if they’ll get his (original) eye color.

•One of his favorite little things is that Nero (their firstborn) has lopsided ears. Their kids are the products of an elf and a half-elf, and Nero’s left ear happens to be shorter like a half-elf’s, while his right one is notably longer. Astarion tugs on his left ear as a sign of endearment, to remind Nero that he’s loved how he is.

•As mentioned in a previous edition, Astarion is the bedtime story master. Almost all of those stories are about the heroics of their mother. From gnolls, to rival necromancers (“none of whom had half the skill of your mother, by the way”), to defying gods like their grandfather, Bhaal himself. Thea’s quick to inform their children that he’s quite the hero himself, too. (“I suppose I did become one, didn’t I? Though your mother gives me too much credit. She and our friends dragged me towards heroism kicking and screaming in much the same way we have to drag you lot to the bath after a day of gardening with Jaheira’s lot.” “That may be so, but only one of us has slain a vampire lord by their own hand.” “Ah, true enough. I still couldn’t have done it without you showing me I could, though.” *Queue the kids all ewwing and gagging at their parents being gross and mushy again.)

•One of my absolute favorites (that I really need to write a drabble for, tbh) is that while Thea’s pregnant with Nero, they head back to her home in Neverwinter to deal with a legal feud involving her family (not Bhaal, it’s kind of complicated), and Astarion has a full Peeta Mellark moment during an ensuing dinner/gala (Except there actually is a baby here.) Thea always finds him attractive, but he was extra attractive for that one.

#he’s the daddliest of dads I will not be stopped from spreading this agenda #Astarion #Thea #Durge #Papastarion

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plainemmanem · 2 years

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okay so my best friend came to spend easter with my family last year after i had moved away and my mom did an easter egg hunt for us (mind u we were literally 19) and it just makes me think that like . ur mom would make steve feel included in holidays like easter egg hunting or pumpkin carving or like presents under the tree with his name on it and just cute like little kid stuff that he never got to do ://///////////

YEAH:’) ITS WHAT HE DESERVES

after a few miserable holidays at steve’s house, you guys have kind of got it down to a science. you’ll visit his family a few days BEFORE the actual holiday, and then you’ll spend the actual celebration with your family. and you guys do this for everything: thanksgiving, easter, new years, everything.

so when it’s halloween time, your mom will get an extra pumpkin for steve, and he’s always so surprised she remembered to get one for him. and since he’s never really done it before, your mom has to help him and he’s trying so hard and listening to all her instructions. she’s like “right, right, that’s good, oh, oh, but just remember steven that when you’re cutting the whole at the top, you wanna cut it, at an angle, like this see?” and she takes the knife from him and shows him and he’s watching like “😦oh yep, yep! see i never would’ve thought of that. so it doesn’t fall to the bottom, that’s smart wow!” and he looks so young and happy and it makes your heart ache that he gets to finally appease his inner child

and on christmas he gets an honorary family christmas sweater and he’s on the christmas cards that your mom sends out to everyone and he’s included in the family gift exchange. and your dad gets him for secret santa and he gets steve a model car figurine that he mentioned to him a long time ago when they were discussing cars and things and when he opens it steve can’t believe, he can’t believe your dad would remember him offhandedly saying that so long ago. and he gives him a firm handshake and a “thank you sir, it’s really. it’s really too much.” and you’re dad’s like “of course i got it for you, son, you’d mentioned you were looking to buy it yourself. thought i’d save you the hassle” and they’re both trying so hard to not be emotional and it’s so precious. and your mum puts gifts under the tree specifically for him, and they have little stickers with his name on it and your whole family watches as he opens them and he feels so loved in that moment, more than he ever had in his own home.

and when it’s his birthday, your family insists on throwing him a little party, just the family. and they all get him small little gifts and make him wear the ridiculous little “birthday boy” hat and your mom is taking SO MANY pictures as he’s blowing out the candles and she lets him cut the cake. and there no talk about “when are you gonna get a real job?” or “steven when are you going back to school?” like his parents would say, it’s just. nice. your dad asks if he has any birthday plans and tells him you two should take some sort of big road trip the next time you have time off. and your mom is telling him about what her 20’s were like, and how he has to enjoy his youth while he’s still young! and he’s just so incredibly happy to be thought of at all, but it makes your heart so full to see him happy and to see how right it feels to have him in your life

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you

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shubaka · 1 year

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Trope wombo combo! Neighbours/accidental texting! 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

OOOOHMYGOD. Anyway, because I like to torture myself, I went ahead with challenge mode.

Uhhh, I actually could have gone on longer based on my initial plans with this but you know what? I think 1300 is a good place to stop alskdfjawkejalkw

Anyway, here's hoping this isn't complete and utter garbage (sorry, i'm tired and i haven't gone through to edit this lmao)

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Gun is waiting in a poor excuse of a safe house, stretched out casually on the nicest chair in the room.

It had been a hassle tracking down Lee and even more cumbersome getting here without alerting any of Korn’s men. He would have normally sent Vegas in his place, but this was personal, and he wanted to see the life drain out of the rat’s eyes for himself.

Fifteen minutes and two cigarettes later, Gun slips out of the building with a curse. Lee must have gotten wind that this location was compromised.

Gun is tired of these games, but he can’t afford to slip up, not with his brother breathing down his neck. It has been a while since he’s had to do this much leg work, but needs must when the devil drives.

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When Yok receives the first text, she leaves it on read.

It’s from a number she doesn’t recognize, and it simply states, “I know it was you.”

A bit weird for spam texts, but whatever. She has places to be and a bar to run.

It hasn’t been the same without Porsche around, and her newest bartender needs a little more hand holding, but she believes he’ll catch on after a few more shifts. She can’t wait to let down her hair after she’s done her final check in at the bar tonight. She hasn’t been able to let loose since the last time Porsche brought his work friends to Hum Bar for a night of revelry.

She deserves her own night of revelry with her friends.

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It’s 7 a.m. when Yok finally comes home after a late night of drinking and dancing. As she climbs out of her taxi, she sees her neighbour step out and lean against his gate.

They have seen each other a few times and have only nodded to each other in passing. They have never had an actual conversation before – something that she is going to have to change now that she has seen his ascot.

“Excuse me, sir.” Yok struts up to him and tuts, “I’m sorry, but I can’t in good conscience let you go out in public in that.”

Her neighbour’s gaze follows her index finger to his neckline.

“What?” He raises an eyebrow at her. His confidence is entirely too self-assured for Yok’s liking, considering he thought it would be a good idea to pair that particular salmon pink ascot with a russet brown suit.

“I’m saving your life,” she says, and unties his ascot. She can feel the amusement rolling off of him in waves as she rifles through her purse. “I appreciate your willingness to wear pink, but this teal scarf will look a lot better with your suit.”

When he makes no move to take the proffered scarf, she takes it upon herself to loop it around his neck, tie it, and tuck the ends into his vest.

Then with an approving nod, she turns around and walks up to her house.

She’s exhausted and quite possibly still a little tipsy, but it’s nothing a few hours of sleep won’t fix.

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Yok wakes up in the middle of the afternoon to several more texts from the mysterious number.

I didn’t see you at your usual haunt last night.

Don’t think you can hide from me.

Your time is up.

Yok is now feeling a little concerned. She tries to recall if anything particularly strange has happened in the last few weeks, but her mind draws a blank.

Other than the new hire to replace Porsche, nothing has really changed.

She hasn’t met anyone new. Sure, there are new people coming to Hum Bar all the time, but she usually doesn’t interact with them unless they are regulars or there’s a good reason to.

Could it be a stalker?

How did they even get her number?

Yok wishes Porsche was easier to get in touch with. He was always good in a fight.

But Yok is resourceful and she can take care of herself. She’ll just have to be extra careful over the next few days.

–

The next time she sees her neighbour, he’s returning home while she’s on her way out to the bar.

As soon as they make eye contact, he strolls up to her and pulls out her scarf. It’s been three days since they last met.

Has he been carrying it around this entire time on the off chance they’d meet?

“Thank you for lending me your scarf, Miss…?”

He’s attractive, and she’s only ever seen him around other men – so there’s a chance he might only be interested in other men – but it’s worth a shot, so she gives him one of her more coy smiles. “You can call me Yok.”

“And you can call me Gun,” His hands linger on hers for a moment as he places the scarf into her hand.

A shout of “Khun Gun!” interrupts their moment, and a rough looking fellow runs up to them and bows slightly in apology. “I am sorry to interrupt, but Khun Korn has requested to see you as soon as possible.”

Gun huffs and tries to hide his scowl behind a smile. “If you’ll excuse me.”

That is certainly an interesting dynamic. Yok thinks of Tankhun and his friends who are clearly bodyguards stuffed into casual wear and wonders.

–

It’s busier than usual tonight, so Yok finds herself at Hum Bar doing the rounds, making sure everyone looks well taken care of, and making herself available to jump in to help if needed.

At half past eleven she is surprised to see Gun enter with a small group of men. Among them is a younger well-dressed man she’s seen skulking around a few times, waiting to talk to Porsche on the few occasions he’s visited.

She overhears him call Gun dad.

Well, shit. But she doesn’t recall seeing a wedding ring when he returned her scarf.

Her phone buzzes.

She pulls it out and turns pale.

She had blocked the previous number, but there’s another text from another number.

I told you, you can’t hide.

Her phone indicates that the other person is still typing, but she blocks them and collapses onto a bar stool.

Gun seems to have finally noticed her, and he’s at her side in seemingly no time at all.

“What happened? Are you unwell?” He places an arm on her shoulder and waves at someone behind him. A glass of water is placed on the bar counter next to her, and she’s given an encouraging nod to speak.

Yok hesitates for a moment before saying, “I’ve been receiving threatening messages. I don’t know who it is.” Her hands tighten around her phone. “Even if I block them, they just use another number. I don��t know why this is happening.”

She can see Gun’s jaw clench as his eyebrows furrow. “I can take care of it,” he says slowly, “if you give me your phone.”

She lifts her phone up between them and unlocks it.

If she was looking at her phone, she would have missed it. In the few seconds it takes Gun to read the messages she sees flashes of recognition, confusion, and anger swirling in his eyes before they turn calculating.

“Don’t worry, Ms. Yok, they won’t be bothering you anymore. If you’ll excuse me, I have some business to attend to.”

Yok watches as Gun walks back to his group and leans in to whisper something into one of the men’s ears. There is a menacing gait to Gun’s walk as he exits the bar, and the rest of the men trail after him. At the end of the line, Gun’s son slings an arm around the shoulders of the man Gun had whispered to, and drags him outside on shaky legs.

#it starts in gun's pov but the rest is actually just yok's haha #i have never written gun or yok before i'm sorry i'm sorry i don't know what i'm doing #fanfic trope combo prompts #my fic #kinnporsche the series

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Yandere! Polakov x Reader

tw: implied starvation, implied dehydration, death

I don't think Polakov would be the one to initiate the obsession here. I think you'd have to do some legwork to make him endeared to you.

So you buy him from an antique store.

A nice brunette who looks fresh out of college gave you a confused look when you put the little clown doll on the counter.

She turned him around in her hands, "They doesn't have a pricetag." She looks up, "If you want the doll, you can have it. Someone must have left it on the shelves."

You shrugged and gave her 20 bucks anyway. The doll was in her store afterall.

When you got home, you put them on your couch and worked to clean them up as best you could.

Over the next week, you brought them to bed every night, you conversed with them when you sat down to indulge in your hobbies, and you made the clown doll accessories.

It was the week after you got the doll that things started happening around the house. Whenever you set put a cup of water on your bedside, it would get moved. Whenever you set the doll down on your dresser, it would make its way onto the bed somehow.

One time, your table was in front of your refrigerator! That one was a hassle.

And then it happened.

The night was dark, but you were alright with that. You had your clown doll after all. Just as you were about to drift off, the doll started to move. When you shifted, it stopped moving, so you didn't think anything of it.

And then you fell asleep. Polakov was glad that you were such a heavy sleeper. Once he wiggled out from under you, he transformed, getting bigger and bigger, until he almost hit his head on one of your shelves.

You were so small. And taking such terrible care of yourself. He had to do something about it. He was sure you wouldn't mind, afterall you loved and cared for him.

Polakov bent down to gently pick you up, cradling you like a babydoll. And then, after opening a window, the both of you disappeared into the darkness.

And you were alright. Because Polakov had you. And he'd never let you go and ruin yourself again.

That's the tragic part. Polakov isn't familiar with how humans need to eat and drink. He's familiar with how detrimental food and liquid are to toys like him. And he loves you, and cares for you, and he doesn't want you to rot! And he knows best, yes he does, because he's perfect. Because he was made to be perfect.

It's a slow death. He didn't notice how your energy quickly faded, or how you stopped talking because of how painful it became. He only noticed when he couldn't wake you up.

But that was alright. He'd wait for you. His siblings could hibernate, so why couldn't you?

There is a timeline where Yumi has a premonition.

Where Paris comes to save you.

But this one isn't it.

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Thanks for reading!

I might make a second fic that follows Polakov's pov, but I'm not sure about it yet.

#the dummy's dummy #fanfiction

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Asalam alaikum sister, I am a woman (28 years old) and I got married 8 months ago I did my engineering and was working before marriage but now my husband says to leave my job (alhamdulillah he earns more than enough) but I don't want to stop working I have a maid too she does all house tasks, how do I convince my husband or should I listen to him? (This will be very hard for me to sit at home useless 😢 I feel it is very dominating for man to order his wife like this)

Walaikum assalam wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu.

Okay, what I'm gonna say might not exactly please you. But, I'll try being as real with it as possible. In Sha Allah.

Look sis, your husband has whole right of *allowing* you to work outside your home or not. Allah has made him a Qawwam over you and trust me with it, but men DO know how the outside world works especially in Co- environments (free mixings). It might sound patriarchal to you when I say this, but let him lead the way. If he provides for you Allahumma Baarik which you said is more than enough, there's absolutely no need of you to tire yourself up especially when he doesn't want you to. He has the right to it. And yes, it might seem dominating, but maybe have an open conversation with him why he is saying no, if the reasons seem logical to you...then listen to him. I'd say why you should,

1. A woman's safe place is her home, and you wouldn't be idle sitting at home, you can nurture your home with your hands n skills. Your education can help you lead a thriving family In Sha Allah. Education never goes in vain. There are plenty of women I've seen n heard from who would give a tooth n bone to have what you have rn. Because you too might know how hectic it is to work outside your home especially if you're a practicing muslimah. Your househelp cannot take care of your home like you can do. The more you'll invest in your family/home/religious education of your future kids, the more you'll feel at peace because it is in our fitrah. A wholesome nurturing habit. I too worked for three years, but trust me, working from home seems so much comforting. It'll save you a lot of hassle. If there's an option or an opportunity where you can work from home, do so. I'd encourage you for it. But for now, focus on your family. This will go for long run.

2. The urge to be independent, and do it all at once will eventually exhaust you. If motherhood comes to you, In Sha Allah...you, yourself will think all the time about your kids back home.

3. As a woman, yes, do have househelp, but invest yourself too. When we go according to our innate nature, life's much more content n fulfilling.

I hope it clears your confusion. May Allah ease your affairs. Aameen.

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Better Than Boarding School

Chapter 5

Series Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Harrington Reader

Series Summary: When a particularly destructive year of partying leaves your parents threatening to ship you off to a fancy boarding school your Aunt and Uncle save the day by offering to take you in and let you spend your final year of high school at Hawkins High with your cousin Steve. Much to the poor boys dismay you immediately gravitate towards Eddie Munson and his band of misfits. What could possibly go wrong!

A/N:

CW: Mostly fluff, Jason trying to be intimidating, suggestive conversation

Series Status: In Progress

Word Count: 2.3k

You sigh heavily, a couple tears escaping as you blink and scatter against the cool porcelain. Steve gently grabs your shoulder, pulling you into a comforting hug and letting you cry out the last of your frustration before shaking your shoulders like a rag doll a couple times, pulling a laugh out at last.

Your experience with makeup easily covers up the evidence of your encounter with Jason, you hesitate, wondering if you should just wear it proudly and tell anyone who asks what a woman-beating asshole he is but you also really didn’t want the hassle. What's the likelihood of anyone actually believing your word over the golden boy of Hawkins High, not sure even Steve's stellar reputation would be enough to top that plus you doubt Alex would be all too eager to come to your defense. Hurt mixes with guilt in your stomach, maybe you had led him on? Maybe you’d been too nice? You should have asked before making assumptions, maybe this wouldn’t have happened. You stand clutching the sink, gritting your teeth as tears burn at the edges of your vision, your thoughts beginning to spiral.

Steve stops outside the door, crossing his arms as he leans against the frame regarding you sadly.

“You don’t have anything to feel guilty for you know” He says gently, reading your mind in a way he’s always been able to when you were fighting with yourself. “Alex shouldn’t have forced that on you regardless of how he might have thought you felt, it wasn’t cool.”

“Alright, alright” You giggle pushing him away, playfully socking him in the arm “Thanks man”

“You know I’ve always got your back” He grins, ruffling your hair before heading down the stairs.

Feeling some degree of your confidence return, you opt for an outfit you know you rock and steel yourself for whatever the day will bring, meeting Steve in the car and cranking the music as you drive, your off key singing pulls a smirk out of his grimace and you manage to get him to sing along to the chorus of “We’re not gonna take it”. Hopping out of the car almost before Steve puts it in park earning you a frantic scolding from the driver's seat. Robin bounces up to you, throwing her arms around your shoulders with a tight hug before Nancy pops up over her shoulder to inspect your expert coverup. You fill the girls in on the previous day's development, laughing at their hesitant congratulations as they look to Steve as who just shrugs in dramatic defeat.

"He took my advice, so I guess he’s not a complete idiot" he sighs with a shrug before slapping a hand dramatically over his eyes "and you didn't have to walk in on them the other day" Nancy and Robin both look horrified at the implication until he continues, peeking through his fingers cheekily "just sitting there GIGGLING and HOLDING HANDS! Disgusting"

The group bursts into laughter as you sock Steve in the arm affectionately.

"We are perfectly adorable thank you very much"

"You’re lucky I shooed him out before my parents got home. Ten more minutes of those heart eyes and devil music and THEY would have been the ones to ship you off to that dreaded boarding school.”

“Fiiiine I'll keep the “devil music” out of the house but I make no such promises about the heart eyes”

Steve shakes his head and splits off from the girls to make his way to his locker only to be intercepted by a surprisingly bashful looking Eddie, eyes darting around as his hand grips the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Hey man, uh I wanted to say thank you. You’re not as bad as I thought you were and I really appreciate you helping me out… especially with my uh, reputation” he begins, Steve puts his hands up, about to protest but Eddie stops him “Look, I want to do this right, I’m not messing around. I’m going to take her on an actual date. Dinner, flowers, the whole nine yards. She’s amazing and deserves everything-” He stops, blinking a couple times before slapping his hands to his face “Shit, sorry I don’t know why I’m explaining myself to you like you’re her dad or something”

“Believe me. My opinion's worth more” Steve chuckles, patting the flustered kid on the shoulder and continuing on toward his class, calling over his shoulder as he goes “She likes the same type of music as you and if you buy her roses she will kick your ass”

Eddie stares after him blankly, letting the information set before jumping and running to class as the bell rings above him.

He sneaks into class just as the teacher is turned away, freezing as he notices you dozing quietly with your head propped in one hand on the desk in front of his. He looks over to your old desk where the girl that used to sit in front of him now sits snapping her gum and pointedly ignoring him, a brilliant grin pulling across his cheeks.

“Lost your way to your seat Mr Munson?” The teacher's voice startles him back into motion, his name teasing your eyes open with a warm smile. Ignoring the snickers he scurries to his desk, leaning forward as you lean back in your seat with an exaggerated stretch, long hair falling across his notebooks.

“This new seating arrangement could prove harmful to my already shaky concentration. '' He whispers, twirling a strand of your hair with his fingers, his breath brushing your ear and sending a shiver up your spine.

“Can’t have that can we. Maybe we should find some time to study together outside of school to make up for it” You whisper in a suggestive tone hearing his breathing stutter and his fingers freeze.

You chuckle and turn your attention back to the teacher for a short time before a folded piece of paper flips over your shoulder onto your desk. You turn slightly with a questioning look but Eddie avoids your eyes, letting out a small whistle as he stares exaggeratedly up at the ceiling, you giggle and unfold the note.

Date #1 - Friday after school?

Y or Y?

You hastily circle both Y’s and toss the paper back over your shoulder, hearing him pump his fist with a quiet yes!

As the bell sounds you shoot a small wave to Eddie before running off to your next class, eagerly holding up the note you had managed to swipe back from him to your friends as you all sit down. The girls squealed, obviously over their prejudiced feelings about the boy in question in favor of girly excitement over you having a date. Steve just rolls his eyes trying to look disgusted but being unable to fully conceal the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“But if it’s right after school you won’t have time to get ready or anything, where could he be taking you?” Nancy questions, suspicion edging her tone slightly.

“I don’t know and I don’t care. I’ll have a great time wherever as long as he’s there” You sing in a sickly sweet tone, the group gagging amidst laughter. The teacher shushes you all as class begins and you turn your focus to the board, desperately trying to absorb anything through the cloud your head is permanently stuck in.

Steve has to physically grab you by your jacket collar to keep you from bolting as soon as the bell signals lunch, whacking you on the head with a rolled up paper like an out of control puppy.

“I don’t care how excited you are to see your boyfriend. You are escorting us at least as far as the cafeteria doors like a good friend” He throws an arm around your neck in a headlock as you squirm, Robin nods, looping her arm around yours and making escape impossible.

“He’s not my boyfriend yet” You huff haughtily “He owes me an apology date, a first date and THEN I just might accept the offer of a romantic partnership.”

“I’ll let you go if you don’t ever call it that again” Steve wrinkles his nose at you, squeezing you in the loose chokehold.

“Would you prefer Intimate companionship?” You grin as Steve glowers down at you with disgust

“Ooh how about amourous comrades” Robin giggles

“Lovers?” Nancy offers at Steve's other side, his face turning several shades of red until he finally throws his arms up in utter horror and defeat.

“Fine you win!” He groans, rubbing his temples, possibly in actual pain as you scurry off, waving at the other girls who you leave in a fit of giggles.

With expert precision you slip through the crowded cafeteria, careful to avoid the jocks table and take your seat at the end of the table, seeing only Dustin and Mike staring back at you from down the bench.

“Did you and Eddie have a fight?” Mike asks bluntly as you pull out your lunch, Dustin elbows him hard making the dark haired boy yelp.

“What he means-” Dustin tries to mediate as you frown, faking an angry and offended expression before cutting him off with a laugh.

You’re about to respond when you feel a chin drop heavily on the top of your head, a pair of leather clad arms snaking around your shoulders.

“Yes we did but we kissed and made up, like adults.” The metal head grins with a lecherous wink down at the younger boys from his perch as they make dramatically-disgusted faces up at him.

You catch Steve’s eye a couple tables down, mouthing the word LOVER, and wiggling your eyebrows suggestively as he fake-vomits and turns back to the rest of the table who are no doubt mocking him mercilessly.

“Pair of freaks” The ever-grating voice of Jason breaks through the cloud of hearts surrounding the two of you and you roll your eyes. You feel Eddie flinch and begin to pull away from you. Not in the mood for a testosterone fueled fist fight today you spin in your seat, grabbing the collar of Eddie's Jacket and pushing him gently to his seat, using the momentum to pull yourself to stand between the two, glaring up at Jason.

"Problem Golden Boy?" You smile in a sickeningly sweet tone

"Just glad to see the trash taking itself out" he sneers with a pretentious smirk, the purple bruise colouring his chin bringing a devilish smile to your face.

“And here I thought you just wanted to congratulate the happy couple” You roll your eyes.

“If that’s what you want to call yourselves. Not Sure how it works in your big city schools but here you don’t get to play every guy you get your hands on just cause you’re a little cute” He spits, leaning down uncomfortably close. You can feel Eddie bristle under the hand still holding his shoulder but you don’t flinch away, instead leaning forward to meet Jason’s stance, noses nearly brushing; the scent of his probably obnoxiously overpriced aftershave making your stomach turn.

"Now, Jason, darling." You roll the word condescending off your tongue, dripping dislike as you drop your voice threateningly low. “I really couldn’t give a rats ass what the rest of the school thinks. But you? You’re going to forget that I exist" you run your tongue across your thumb, holding his gaze "or I’m going to go wash my face and everyone's going to find out just how cute I really am under all this makeup.” with a wicked grin you swipe your thumb across your cheek, the concealer it takes with it revealing a dark, angry bruise. “Pretty sure woman-beater still trumps floozy any day”

“No one would believe you” He scoffs, puffing up his chest but you can see the fear flash in his eyes as they dart quickly to make sure no one was close enough to make out your words.

“You really want to take that bet? Go ahead, I'm not the one with anything to lose and I’m mighty confident in my abilities to turn at least a couple of your boys over to the dark side. They were all witnesses to your little outburst this weekend.”

With a wink you swipe the makeup off your thumb, leaving a streak across the green fabric of his Letterman. A blush explodes below his eyes and he recoils from your touch, sputtering and cursing.

"Whatever bitch." He spits, whirling around and stalking back to the table of jocks as you flip him off with a final scowl. You spin back around and sit triumphantly in your seat, ignoring the sea of eyes staring at you, some in shock, some in awe, most in full confusion.

The Hellfire table had filled with the rest of its occupants while your back had been turned though they seemed to have caught the gist of the interaction enough to have been rendered speechless, even Eddie takes a minute to find his tongue before slipping a hand up to the back of your neck with a smirk and pulling your ear to his lips.

"Turns out me and Carver may have something in common after all" he whispers, his hot breath tickling your ear as his lips brush it gently "we both found that to be a huge turn on"

Your eyes skate over to where Jason sits hunched over uncomfortably, shuffling in his seat and snapping at the other boys, with a giggle you bring your gaze back to Eddie's dark eyes, seeing desire swimming in the ebony pits, pupils wide and hungry.

"I'm just man enough to admit it" the low growl of his voice sends a shiver through your body, pooling dangerously hot between your legs. You shift in your seat, the movement not escaping Eddie’s hungry gaze and he licks his lips, swallowing heavily.

“So you are dating now?” You feel the table's eyes lock onto you as Mike asks around half the sandwich he’d shoved in his mouth, the rest of the boys waiting expectantly. You both tear your gaze away from each other, Eddie's head rolling in an exasperated motion; his grin cracking to speak just as you cut him off. “Not quite yet” You wink, giving Eddie's knee a squeeze under the table “But we do have a date planned.”

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#eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x harrington!reader #eddie stranger things #eddie x you

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tembusushowflat · 10 months

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I needed somewhere to scream. Somewhere people in my life can't find it. So I am here. Maybe no one will see this, maybe someone will. Doesn't matter either way.

A random inexplicable sense of dread brought me to tears for no reason. This happens often. I don't know why. I didn't do anything today to trigger it, it just happened. A queasiness, a desire to throw up, an increased heart rate. Out of nowhere. Again, inexplicable.

It kept gnawing at me all day, I kept trying to ignore it. It tore me down in the shower. So here I am.

I have no one else to talk to. I'm not sure if those I would tentatively call friends are friends or people that let me talk at them because they pity me. They've stopped responding a long time ago. I don't know if they even read it. I'm not sure if I ever had real friends. I think they were all annoyed with me and thought I was weird.

I followed them around like a mindless drone because I have hardly any will of my own. If I have no one to blindly follow, I end up in a corner by my lonesome. I am utterly neutral either way. I think. I don't know.

My thoughts are disorganised, excuse me. Things are very unstructured and meaningless. I go on tangents with no end goal.

I think I've always been like this. Nothing was ever done about it. I always had no "real" friends. I was always weird. I was always directionlessness. I always cried too easily.

I think my mum used to yell at me for it. Now I'm somehow simultaneously overly emotional for no reason and emotionally stunted. I don't cry when I should, and cry really, really hard when I shouldn't.

I can never pinpoint why. The moment it's over, I'm wondering what feeling sad even feels like. Right now I'm struggling to grasp what I was feeling in the shower. What do emotions feel like? How is that a question I can ask if I'm an overly emotional person?

I hate calling myself out not because I'm a narcissist but because I hate feeling like I'm grasping for attention. I'm a selfish two faced lying snake. I'm a lazy piece of shit with no purpose and no passion and no drive. My existence is nothing but a waste of resources. The world would be utterly unchanged if I vanished.

Shut the fuck up about self deprecation. These are facts. I hate bringing these up and being told to stop being hard on myself. I stopped bringing it up at all because it went nowhere. I hate being told I matter, because I hate being lied to to my face. And don't worry, I know that's hypocritical for a liar. I make no sense. I don't know what I'm looking for. I never have.

Since my childhood went to shit I've had a constant mantra in my head telling me to shut the fuck up. Shut up, stuff is bad as is, don't make it fucking worse you selfish fucking asshole. My parent attempted suicide, I'm not important right now. Shut the fuck up. Stop talking. Stop having issues, just blend in and be average, for fucks sake. Stop fucking crying for no reason.

Before her attempt she would privately confide in me her suicidal thoughts when I was 10. So I knew my so-called problems were trivial. I've known for most of my life. How could I dare to feel not good when I live in the same house as someone that is literally suicidal? I'm not suicidal. So I don't deserve to speak. So I tell myself to shut up.

I did fine, for a while. Acted normal in school around all the yelling and almost-violence at home. She's more important than me. My brother and his behavioural issues are a massive expensive hassle, so he is also more important than me. So don't take away attention, you fuck.

I think I'm fucking crumbling now. I'm almost 20 years old and I don't know how to be a person. I cried on the second day of uni because the teacher brought me out of class and confronted my directionlessness. I looked bored, like I didn't want to be there, and. Maybe he was right. He told me to quit while ahead and save my money. But I had nothing else. I was clinging to this. It was the only direction I could feasibly go in. So I stayed.

And it's about to end, and I have no fucking clue what comes next. I am still passionless. I am still without a "dream". I still get infuriated instead of inspired when preached to about peoples' determination to reach their dreams, because what the fuck happened to me for me to have never felt that in my entire life? "Everyone has goals and dreams", really? Then why don't I? Did I miss the memo? Was I made wrong?

Of course that's not the case. Plenty of people never had a "goal" or whatever. I just fucking despise how prevalent of an idea it is that everyone has this majestic life goal to work towards. I am envious and spiteful. I have no desire but to have desire in the first place.

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jordan42leach · 2 years

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twistedmusings · 3 years

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Wake Up From Your Dream

A/N: I don't even know what I can SAY to this one except...I think I was so angry at not writing that I wrote smut outta SPITE? Can I be so angry with myself that I write Malleus smut to just get something out there? I guess I can. Anyways this ask certainly let my imagination fly q wq

Warnings: Non-con making its way into dub-con, manipulation, impregnating sex and Malleus realizing that family is really important.

You needed to find your way back to Night Raven College.

It has been so long since you’ve been back there, laughing and walking around as if there was no trouble in the world. Nevermind that you weren’t anywhere close to home and nevermind that your family was seeking you out.

As long as there was a possibility of you finding your way home, you had pretended that everything was going to be alright.

You were still a stranger to this world, you had no ties to this world and there would be no reason for you to stay once Crowley found your way back home. It was wonderful making friends with such a variety of people and watching them all grow in their own way. The way you knew you would grow from this experience as well.

Watching Ace and Deuce really come into themselves and their Unique Magic, watching the dorm leaders step into their positions of power and truly start to make a name for themselves that would help them out in their own version of the ‘real’ world. Riddle had gotten a wonderful position befitting of his family name, Leona was actually graduating, Azul was said to open a Monstro Lounge in the Coral Sea while Kalim had started investing time in his father’s trade without having Jamil help him. Even Idia was starting to take strides in his own field!

And you were proudest of Malleus. One simple conversation outside of Ramshackle had turned into a friendship you thought you would never forget. It was so wonderful to see him interact more with students, shyly following after you as you pushed him to talk more to others despite his position. That was what college was for, right? To experience new things and find your future--

You just didn’t think that Malleus would take it that far.

Was it because he was spoiled? No, even though he was born in a monarchy he still did his best to remain kind to others, especially his subjects. You were sure he was going to make a kind king in the future, even if you never got to see with your own two eyes.

You pull the hood over your head as you enter a bath house, the fae receiving you with a curious look and a smile as you hand her 2000 madols.

“Will you be booking a room tonight as well?”

“Just a simple shower and bath, that is all.”

If you were to make a guess, you were in the borders of the Valley of Thorns, a more rural area compared to the now rather modernized capital. You had stolen enough money to get you by for a few trips and you knew that places like these were the best at getting you directions. It had been a bit of a grueling trip, testing your knowledge of the fae language as well as avoiding questions about who you were and why you so desperately needed to make your way back to such a prestigious college. In a sense, you kept it minimal.

You needed to get back home.

“It’s fine. You’re fine. It’s fine. You’re fine.”

The mantra you kept repeating to yourself was whispered under your breath as you removed your articles of clothing slowly, still looking around to see if anybody had followed you in. But this is what was raising all of the hairs on your body, wasn’t it? This constant vigilance that didn’t let you sleep at night. You needed to relax, no one else would come this far.

You feel the fatigue melt as several days of walking are washed right off your body, a smile slowly creeping up on your face as you wash the dirt and oil from your hair.

It would be fine.

You would make it to Night Raven College and sneak into the Hall of Mirrors before wishing yourself back home. Crowley had said that they had pinned down the world you lived in and only after you make your wish would the connection be broken. This most likely meant that the connection was still intact since you didn’t even get a chance to to look at the mirror before you were whisked away.

Everything was going to work itself out, that’s the most you could promise yourself.

The bath is heavenly, the temperate water cooling you down from the hot shower as you look around.

There were no other patrons.

“Good.”

You lean back and press your head against a soft pillow of towels, enjoying the silence as you feel your worries soften while thinking back to what you would do when you were back home. It had been so long since you’ve seen some of your friends, your family was probably worried sick and you still had your own plans you wanted to get through.

If you had time, you could maybe drop by to see how your first year friends were doing?

Or were they in their third year now?

Wouldn’t that be a sight to see?

Your eyes close as you let yourself relax entirely, almost succumbing to sleep.

Only for a hand to grab your throat, the other covering your eyes as you hear a familiar chuckle that tenses your body up and breaks your heart.

“I am afraid we will have to postpone this shower.”

Tears well up in the corner of your eyes as you hear the sound of footsteps into the area, most likely the royal guard.

“Lilia--”

“You’d do well to stay put lest they chase after you.”

The hands covering your eyes pull back as you see a teasing smile looking down pitifully at your fresh set of tears.

“It has taken far too long to find you, Your Majesty.”

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“HUMAN!”

“[Y/N]-san!”

Lilia smiles as he leads you by the hand, the royal guard following close behind as Sebek and Silver join him.

“He might have already woken up, Father.”

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? DO YOU KNOW WHAT MY YOUNG MASTER HAS GONE THROUGH?”

“Sebek.” Lilia looks at his charge, “Quiet. Malleus might still be sleeping.”

Silver takes one peek at you, trying to meet your gaze but pulling away when he sees that the veil Lilia had put on you is blocking anybody’s stares from seeing your face. In fact, the second in command had put you in one of the traditional outfits for fae royalty, complete with a light veil that flowed down from the silver circlet placed on your head.

“Excellent.”

Lilia turns his attention to you and laughs.

“He has been absolutely miserable since you left. It was quite a surprise to all of us when you managed to leave the palace walls. None of us thought that you had really done it, especially him, and it really was a hassle to search the palace up and down to see just where our little human had run off to.”

His voice drops to a whisper as he brings your hand up to his lips.

“I’ll make sure to punish you for that later.”

The older fae leads you along as you finally reach your destination, smiling as he knocks on large wooden doors while pushing you slightly to stand in front of everybody.

An answer he was going to get by the end of the night.

“Malleus.”

No answer. He tests the doors and nods when he sees they are unlocked, opening them as he leads you to step inside so that you both could see the figure drenched in moonlight, looking out the window as if awaiting for an answer.

Lilia waits for his other charge to say anything but shrugs as he looks at you with a smile and a bow.

“We are glad to have you back, Your Majesty.”

The door closes with a loud click as you turn your eyes to look up at the imposing figure, your nails digging into your fingertips enough to draw blood as you try to hold back from screaming and shouting at him to stop acting like such a child. Yet you do not wish to anger him, at least to save yourself from any sort of harsher punishment.

So instead you make your way over to the bed--

Only for the fae to turn around, grab your wrist and slam your back into the rough stone wall. Bright green eyes glare down at you as you wince in pain, still looking away from him but letting out a yelp when Malleus’s fingers grab your chin and force you to look at him in the eye.

“Why did you run?”

He really had no idea, did he?

“Because I don’t belong here--”

Malleus tightens his hold on your wrist.

“We’ve discussed this before, child of man, you belong here just like anybody else, you are my Queen--”

“Malleus wake UP!”

You push against his hold but the fae’s hold gets tighter, most likely leaving a mark. But that wouldn’t deter you, not anymore, you were going to tell him.

“I’m not from this world! Coming to Twisted Wonderland was just an accident! A stupid, stupid accident that no one bothered to fix! And just when we were close to making it right you---you--!”

Shit, you’re crying again.

“I have people waiting for me. Just like you had a family waiting for you. I came to the Valley of Thorns thinking that I was supporting you during your coronation but you just--made a decision entirely by yourself and announced me as yours! Why did you lie to me? To them?!”

Malleus’s hold softens as you finally let your tears flow freely, wishing to wipe them away only due to how weak they were making you look.

“...did you not say you loved me?”

“I did! I did but--Malleus after what you did I can’t--”

He lets go of your wrist only to cup your face as he leans down to press his lips on your cheek, his tongue licking up the warm tears as you grab hold of his wrists to try and push him away.

“Do you miss your family?”

You nod as he moves to kiss the corner of your eyes.

“More than anything…”

The dragon fae hums, letting his lips stay where they were a few seconds longer before chuckling as he pulls you close.

“I see--I really have been cruel to you, haven’t I?”

Your heart nearly leaps out of your throat at his words, hands clutching at his robes as you quickly nod. Maybe this was it, maybe it had taken you breaking down to let him see reason?

Please. Please!

“...A family.”

Malleus’s words are like dripped honey as a thought formed in his head, the thought taking shape and form as his hands clutched you tighter.

“Then we’ll just need to make a family of our own…”

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Hands clutch at his sheets as Malleus takes in the shape under him.

How beautiful could you be? How complex? To him it was as if not a day had passed since you first met. What had been mere curiosity had delved into deep affection and blossomed into a love that Malleus would only read about in fairytales. The sort of books that led him to believe in soulmates, in happily ever after’s and the possibility of spending the rest of your life with the one you loved.

And yes, you weren’t a fae, but the power of his magic was grand enough to keep you tied to him for the rest of eternity.

His lips can’t help but seek out yours as he thinks about how he is the one who will decide when you die.

This love hadn’t started out like this. What he felt for you had been a bit more relaxed, a lot softer and dreamier. You had confessed to him after his Overblot incident and he had gladly accepted your feelings. He was still keen on finding you a way home and promised himself to not let any moment be wasted in thinking how you soon would be far away from him.

Every day was spent happily with you, the rest of the school year flying by as you both enjoyed the time you still had together.

But Malleus was still a dragon at heart, a fae that yearned and longed to take and take.

So when thoughts about you leaving started to make their way to the forefront of his mind, not even your constant love and affection could keep him from his instincts.

You would leave him to go back to your world. Go back to the normal and the familiar. As you walked your path, you would eventually find someone that enchanted you the way he had, all ending with you walking down a beautiful aisle to your now beloved.

A person that wasn’t...him.

As the days of his third year started to run to a close, his hold on you had become a lot tighter, his kisses a lot more possessive and in the end he had invited you to watch his coronation as he entered his fourth and final year.

With his announcement of making you his Queen.

“Malleus! Please I can’t--I’m not ready--!”

He let Lilia make up some story about you not returning to Night Raven, fooling Crowley into believing that you had found your future in the Valley of Thorns with him. The announcement of you taking up the role of Queen had been surprising but Malleus had woven the story in such a way that there had been talks of having it printed for others to read.

It was a wonderful ending to your love story, you ending up in his arms. But something was missing…

Malleus was glad that you had given him the answer.

Both of your knees were on either side of his waist, your hands clutching at whatever they could as his cock buried itself deep into your cunt. The veil was long forgotten as his robes and your own are thrown carelessly around the room while you wail and scream at being broken into by such a thick length. The small sight of blood on his cock made Malleus smile as he pushed in further, the tightness that was pushing him back slowly opening up for him as he watched you do your best to fit him inside.

It would be fine, you would be fine.

With a growl he finally bottoms out, two hands holding your hips and forcing you down to take all of him as the tip of his cock pressed right under your womb--

He shivers as you tighten up again, leaning down to lick up the trail of tears on your cheek before eating up your tiny whimpers with a hungry kiss.

“Here...right here is where our family will start.”

A large hand takes yours as Malleus puts it right over the small bulge on your stomach, your eyes growing wide as you realize just how deep inside he is. He kisses you again, not daring to break away as he lets a trail of saliva dangle from his lips to yours, the clear liquid disappearing into your mouth as your body relaxed and your eyes grew hazy.

“Do you love me, child of man?”

It was a simple question, but your brain seemed muddled from his kiss. Dragons tended to excrete a certain liquid as they got ready to mate, the experience painful even within his own species but being eased with the help of saliva, sweat or cum.

And with the way he was pressed against you, his sweat matted on your skin as he let more of his spit drip down his tongue and onto yours...surely the answer would come the more you two worked to start your family.

Malleus hardly gave you any time to recover as he started to move, his eyes entranced with the way he disappeared into you with each thrust. Your mind was still muddled but your body was already eagerly accepting him, your legs wrapping around him slowly before locking him in place as he repeated the question.

“Do you love me, child of man?”

You open your mouth but the only word that comes out is a plea for him to go faster.

Which Malleus gladly listens to.

It didn’t take long for him to start pounding into you at a brutal pace, every thrust having the tip of his cock slamming against your womb as your toes curled from the pleasure of taking him so deep. His cock disappeared inside your tiny cunt, shaft now coated not just with blood but with your arousal as well. The bed creaked in protest while the sounds of the bed frame hitting the wall helped him keep time, Malleus leaning back down to kiss you again as your lips this time part eagerly and sucked on his tongue while your hands clutched his shoulders and horns.

Cries turned into happy moans, your sad and abandoned look now one of pure ecstasy as your pussy flutters and tightens around him, pushing him to go harder and harder so he could---!

“[Y/N]--!”

Your legs close tighter around him as you bury your face on the crook of his neck, your orgasm being ripped from you unexpectedly as Malleus halted his movements with a stiff body. He drops his head on your shoulder as your legs keep him in place.

“Malleus...ah--!”

He groans as he paints the inside of your walls white, the warmth of his cum filling your womb to the point that what you hadn’t taken merely dripped out onto the now stained sheets. Malleus lifts his head to look down at you, smiling as he sees your eyes staring up at him eagerly despite how much you had protested before.

“A family…”

You smile as Malleus nods, your hands going all the way to your stomach as you feel the warmth start to twist your brain even more.

“A family with you…how wonderful…”

Arms wrap around him as Malleus kisses a trail from your shoulder to your lips. He just needed to ask you one last time.

“Do you love me, child of man?”

With a hum, your answer is whispered into his ear as Malleus closes his eyes as he realizes that this is where his happily ever after would finally start.

“I love you Malleus, more than anything else.”

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #twst mc #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst smut #twst imagines #fem reader #twst x reader #adult section #requests #//and to those who have been sending me nice messages #//thank you q wq

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lila-skies · 3 years

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rainfall.

pairings: mitsuya takashi x fem reader

prompt: mitsuya when he found out what happened to draken.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: hurt/comfort, mentions of death, contains manga spoilers so if you haven’t read the latest chapter yet, and you don’t want to be spoiled, i suggest you scroll. this was supposed to be for draken but i couldn’t do it ksdjhfjdga i’m still in denial but anyways. not proofread as usual.

you have never liked the rain. the feeling of wearing heavy clothes when you get soaked is irksome, it's sticky and kind of unsettling. due to a traffic jam, travelling is such a hassle, plus the road is more prone to accidents. that’s why you tend to stay at home whenever it rains.

when draken fought for his life a few years ago, it was raining. after that incident, you started to hate the rain more and even went as far as associating it with unfortunate events. you always think that once the rain falls, bad luck will follow.

and you couldn't have been more right. all this time, you were right to despise it, to consider it as a bad omen. just like a few years back, death once again knocked on draken’s door. only this time, draken opened the door. they say, people who are about to die usually hallucinate, seeing their loved ones who went ahead first. ever since emma passed away, it was a known fact that draken never stopped longing for her. he promised, as toman’s former vice-leader that he would save mikey from the darkness. maybe, you suppose, that all it took was seeing emma again for draken to embrace his demise and raise the white flag.

it's pouring hard, and if this is just like any other nights, you wouldn't have gone out of your house; but you don’t care, even if you are already drenched as you continue to sprint under the rain without an umbrella. you couldn't care about the uncomfortable feeling it gives you, not when the first person you thought of when the bitter news reached you was mitsuya.

"mitsuya! mitsuya!" you shout before he could even hop on his bike.

"what are you doing here? it's raining," he meets you halfway, removing his jacket to put it over your head.

“i’m going with you. let’s go together.”

mitsuya’s head hangs low, refusing to look at you, but whether he does or not, you already know what kind of expression will greet you. small droplets fall down his face and as much as you want to believe that they only come from the rain, you also know that they are not.

unable to help yourself, your right hand cradles his cheek, and mitsuya leans into your touch. the pained look painted across his face twists your insides, and your heart feels like it’s being simultaneously pricked by numerous needles. the rain has given you another reason to hate it. you don’t like seeing him like this, so hurt and shaken up.

without a word, mitsuya crashes his body against yours for a hug, and he sobs —similar to a child whose favorite toy was taken away from them. mitsuya weeps, lets out guttural screams, catches his breath and then the process repeats. you could only look up at the gloomy sky, allowing the rain to wash away your own tears as you run your hand over his back, and you whisper words you know that are probably useless. at least right now.

“draken... why? why did he have to die? he was a person with a good heart. why? why...” you hear mitsuya say weakly, barely audible.

“i know. i know.”

on your way to mitsuya, you also asked yourself why did it have to be draken? he was a kind person who had the heart to care for people. he did nothing but to commit himself to mikey and toman; and you are certain that even during his last breath, he was thinking about mikey. maybe what your mother said was true, that the heaven takes the good ones first, as though they are the most beautiful flowers that people pick first in a garden, and draken is exactly that.

it's still quite unfair, you think, that you have to lose draken this early, too.

"have i done anything wrong?" mitsuya's voice cracks, but he proceeds to talk. "baji, draken... i don’t have any idea where mikey is now, kazutora is in jail. why am i losing them?”

“no. no, you haven’t, mitsuya,” you shut your eyes, composing yourself before you speak again. “you haven’t lose everyone. pah’s still here. hakkai and peh, too. you still have a lot.”

saying that might have no use, but it was your last resort. toman was important to mitsuya which is not a surprise, given that he was also one of the people who led it. he treated them as friends, however, the founding members were more than that, and they are slipping through his fingers one by one.

"me. i'm still here, mitsuya."

your words bring him comfort, yet at the same time, underneath that comfort lies fear. mitsuya brings you impossibly closer to him, clinging onto you like tomorrow won’t arrive. it’s scary to imagine that one day the world might decide to play another cruel game by also taking you away from him.

if there’s one person who looks up to draken the most, it’s no doubt that it’s mitsuya. he was, after all, the one who helped mitsuya during that one eventful night when he ran away from home. it was draken who made mitsuya appreciate what he has, regardless if they are little things or not.

"i wouldn't have realized that what i have is what other people wish for if i hadn't met draken that night."

"and you know, draken used to tell me that he was really glad that he was of great help to you."

“i owe draken a lot,” he mutters. “i wanted to repay him, to always help him whenever he needs a hand. i haven’t done that much for him yet...”

you stayed like that under the rain for a few more minutes, mitsuya seeking refuge in your arms like how a child would to his mother; and you freely let him cry and scream as loud as he needed to. at one point, his knees gave up on him, you fell on the ground together, but you didn’t bother and let him grieve the loss of an important friend.

it’s not everyday that mitsuya exposes his vulnerable side like this, so you gave him the leisure to lean on somebody else instead of being leaned on, to be the one who’s at the lowest instead of being the one who pulls people back up. you made it known to mitsuya that even he, a person who gets depended on most of the time, could do the same thing to others, too.

“let’s go to the hospital now, mitsuya,” you tell him, breaking away from the hug first. “give me your keys.”

“but i can drive.”

“i know you can,” you get his bike keys from his pocket yourself. “but there’s no way i’m letting you drive in this state.”

the whole drive to the hospital was silent, only the sound of the engine and the pattering of the rain could be heard — which made the quiet whisper of mitsuya saying ‘thank you’ and ‘please don’t leave me, too’ so coherent.

(at the hospital, you held mitsuya. during the funeral, you stayed beside him. when he took over draken’s duty of visiting kazutora once in a while, you were there. and even when he tried to search for mikey in draken’s stead, you never left his side.

all throughout those times, you were there to hold him.

and if there’s one thing mitsuya realized, it’s that if the dreaded day comes that he loses you as well, he wouldn’t know what to do.)

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