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azures-bazar · 1 year

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Hey was just wondering if you could do an Arthur x reader and Arthur being in the saloon and his wife is also there and the guys he’s with are teasing him about how single he is and Arthur’s like bet I can get the girl to leave with me and there like there is no way in hell that woman would leave with you but she’s his wife and Arthur downs his drink and walks up to his wife like hello gorgeous, how would you like to ride home on a real cowboy I got a six pack of cold ones and my roomie is out all night so you can scream my name as loud as you need to sugar and they walk out together and everyone’s gobs smacked and the readers like will you just stop and tell people I’m your wife and Arthur’s like nah I love the surprise on there faces when the see a beautiful woman like you wants to date me plz

Lonesome Pretty Boy

Hello there anon, and thank you for this request ! I wrote this shot by night (again), please don’t mind my awful mistakes ! I loved the plot btw !

I hope you'll like it ! I kinda struggled with the teasing lol

Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader

Word count : 2.6k

Short summary : Sometimes, Arthur likes impressing folks around him, not usually being able to score with women. But tonight, this woman is you.

A/Note : set relationship - Arthur is married to Reader

Tags : chapter 2, Arthur being flirty af, Roger Clark’s intimate voice lines with horses inspiration, teasing, cute nicknames

Oh, finally ! Dutch had finally decided to give Arthur some sort of day off for him to relax ! Morgan did not get the chance to have a break for weeks, and Sean’s rescue party was just a very quick glimpse of what some rest and carelessness could feel like. Just a day off, away from the rest of the gang, away from chores, away from endless requests from Strauss or Grimshaw, from Swanson’s drunkenness, Uncle’s complaints about his lumbago… or Sean’s overall presence. Just one day off felt like an entire holiday for Arthur. You two headed to Smithfield’s saloon in Valentine, Arthur wanted to be with you, to enjoy his rare free time by your side. You had even chosen your best gown for this occasion !

You had been a member of the gang for a long while already. It felt like ages, especially since you could remember welcoming a teenage Mary-Beth and lend her your old clothes. Arthur’s relationship with had always been quite peculiar, to say the least. He had displayed evident signs of attraction since the very first day you stepped foot in camp, with Dutch firmly holding you by the shoulders. He had stumbled upon you as you were on your way to a prison, while a couple of "old rich degenerates", as he called them, were begging the sheriff to hang you. The cause of their complaints ? Ten dollars you had stolen from that old man’s pocket to buy yourself some food after not being able to eat anything but grass for days. Living in the streets was no easy thing, especially when you were a young woman at the mercy of these men surrounding you, whether they were good or bad.

Arthur had welcomed you wide-open arms, offering you one of his old mattresses and blankets for you not to be cold. He had willingly asked Dutch to watch over you and had spent a few weeks taking care of your wellbeing. He had watched you swallow Pearson’s stew in one go after starving for days, drink gallons of coffee, caress the new clothes Grimshaw had given you, enjoying its soft fabric after being mostly used to torn jeans and dirty shirts.

"It’s for me ?" you had asked

"Of course, dear." Grimshaw had chuckled. "We can get you more clothes if you like, I just need to tell Dutch."

"No, that's alright."

What made Arthur fall for you was most certainly the way you held yourself and your beautiful facial features he could not help but gaze at for endless minutes. He was not good at expressing his feelings, feeling awkward most of the time. But, after a few months, you felt like the two of you had known each other for years. A few kisses and many wild nights in bed after his very first move towards you, Arthur had proposed to you under a large oak tree… and you would have been a fool to say no to these beautiful puppy eyes and soft smile.

You had been married for months already, the gang was aware of it. People did not ask about what you were doing when Arthur’s tent flaps were closed, or why the two of you would not get straight back to camp after a successful robbery. You had been with Dutch during the Blackwater Ferry Heist and had nearly died while escaping the city, which led Arthur to become even more protective towards you, being awfully traumatised after watching you bleed from your numerous wounds. This was mostly why he wanted you to go to the saloon with him. He wanted to have you nearby, close enough for him to feel alright, to be sure you were safe.

"Take a seat, sweetheart." Arthur told you as you two walking into the saloon. "I’m gonna get us something to drink."

You sat at a nearby table while Arthur went to the counter to order some whiskey for the two of you, one shot for him, and a bottle to share with you. Three fellers were talking about women beside him, he found himself listening to their conversation. One of them was married and was proud enough to boast about it, while the other two kept lamenting on the overall absence of women in their lives. Indeed, after spotting Arthur so close to them, waiting alone at the counter for his whiskey, they quickly reacted.

"Hey you, pretty boy." one of them said

Arthur lifted his head up, glancing at these three men near him, frowning a little. He absolutely hated being called pretty boy, you were mostly the only person who could call him such… without him grumbling about it. Whenever you would mention his handsomeness, Arthur would quickly blush and attempt hiding his face by tilting his hat forward for you not to spot his reaction… and this was probably the most adorable thing he would do on a daily basis, along with smiling at you when you were getting dressed.

"Yeah, you, cowboy." that same man restarted. "No woman by your arm tonight ?"

"That ain't your business, partner." Arthur answered with a smirk

"Can’t be easy to be a lonesome pretty boy, ain’t it ?" the married man laughed. "With all these women around..."

"Them women are too great for a dusty cowboy." another one laughed. "You ain’t gonna get a nice catch tonight."

What this man told Arthur almost felt challenging, if not rather funny. He did not mind them telling him about all the dust covering him… it was somewhat true. Despite having washed himself earlier this evening, the ride to Valentine’s saloon did not help him staying clean, especially considering its muddy streets. Arthur approached these men while placing his hands on his gun belt. He was a few inches taller than them, but they did not mind.

"I’d get all ‘em women on a plate if I wanted." one of them smiled. "All of them."

"That’s why you still ain’t got a wife, Henry." the married man sighed

"Ain’t you a smart one, feller." Arthur sighed, patting so-called Henry’s shoulder. "Go get your chance with a prostitute, maybe you won’t finish your night alone."

"I bet you’ll do the same. Prostitutes are a better catch than a nice woman for a man like you."

Arthur’s eyes widened as he quickly glanced around, noticing you were still reading your book. He could remember Hosea offering it to you following Sean’s party, you could not take your eyes away from it. He laughed a little as these men started joking around, still not feeling comfortable about them teasing him. He looked at his whiskey-filled glass and sighed, turning his head back to those three men, ready to prove them wrong by getting a nice catch tonight.

"Well, ‘bet I can get that girl right here." Arthur said, pointing toward you

"That one ?" the married man asked, looking at you. "With the nice gown ?"

"No way." Henry laughed. "Look at her, she’s dressed so well ! She’s too good for you, you’re just a dusty cowboy."

"Let’s see that."

Arthur gulped down his whiskey in one go, carefully taking two glasses and another bottle to your table while smirking at the group of men nearby. It felt like a challenge, something fun to do. He could still hear them talk behind him, mostly excited and amazed by this sudden courage Arthur displayed. Had it been with another woman, Arthur would have remained alone all night long.

"Hello there gorgeous." he said in the most flirtatious way

"Arthur ?" you turned your head up as you noticed him leaning on one of the wooden columns near the table

"Would you like some whiskey ?"

"Sure."

Arthur did not dare sitting next to you, feeling that these three fellers laughing at the counter would spot his sham. One single mistake and this scam would be over. He handled you the glass, causing you to rise from your seat and stand beside him, gently placing your small book inside your leather satchel Pearson had crafted for you. Arthur kept smiling, tilting his hat a little as you blushed. He had never been this confident with you, despite the two of you were married for a while already !

"Ain’t you such a beauty, m’lady."

"Arthur, what’s going on ?"

"It’s a shame to see you alone tonight."

You raised your eyebrows, felling quite confused by his peculiar speech and overall attitude. You had known Arthur for a while to get to understand his psychology and flaws, noting his self-hate and disgust towards his appearance which was, for a vast majority of people, absolutely amazing. Everyone you met, aside from people who owed money to Strauss and who got beaten up by Arthur, for instance, genuinely thought he was a very handsome man, healthy and well-built, with a rather friendly face. Arthur never felt confident enough with anyone, and the night he had asked you out to propose to you almost felt like a miracle.

"Why are you acting like this ?" you asked. "Just… sit down, you’re making me nervous."

"Well, Miss, would you like a ride on a real cowboy ?" Arthur said, pouring some whiskey in your glass while looking straight into your eyes

"What ?"

"I've got a large box filled with cold beers at home, you know."

"Sorry ?"

Your eyes widened as you did not understand what was going on, and why Arthur was behaving the way he did. Riding on a cowboy ? What did he try to asl you ? You spent a few seconds trying to process the meaning of his sentence as Arthur bent over your shoulder and gently bit your earlobe, causing you to shiver. His breath so close to your skin made you feel great, but the way he just came to you like this was quite suspicious. Just like Jack behaving like an angel with Abigail in order to hide the truth after messing around, Arthur’s overall attitude at the moment made you feel like he was hiding something.

"Oh, and my housemate is out all night…" he whispered so intimately, causing you to smile a little, and leading men to suddenly stop talking

"Arthur." you chuckled. "What the hell is wrong with you ?"

"Don’t worry, you’ll be able to scream my name as loud as you need to, sugar."

You chuckled louder after taking a sip of your whiskey. Arthur had tried many nicknames with you, but both "sugar" and "gorgeous" were the ones he had never used. In fact, Arthur mostly called you sweetheart or dove, believing these sweet nicknames were suiting you enough for him to nearly forget your real name at some point.

"So, gonna let me take home home ?" Arthur smirked.

"We’ve only been here for a few minutes !"

"This ain’t a place for us… we better go."

"But…-"

"Let’s go, sugar."

You gasped as you barely had time to place your empty glass on the table while Arthur wrapped his arm around your shoulders, leading you out of the saloon while passing by the three men he had encountered that same night, looking at him with wide-open eyes. Their’s jaws dropped as they saw how beautiful you were, so gentle-looking under his large arm. Who would have thought you would be willing to go with him ? Common people did not know about the two of being actually married.

"And you said he’s just a dusty cowboy." one of them told Henry

"Damn it." the latter grumbled, swallowing his beer in one go

Arthur gently opened the saloon’s door to allow you to walk outside, you went downstairs, closer to his horse as you felt like you were about to get into an argument. This was his quiet evening, you knew Dutch would not allow him going out by night again, purposefully keeping him around on guard duty while you would be doing chores with the rest of the girls.

"What the hell was that ?" you grumbled, crossing your arms on your chest. "We barely had time to sit and enjoy our whiskey !"

"Sorry, err, ‘em men were teasin’, I told ‘em I was gonna get you."

"Gonna get me ? I’m your wife, damn it ! You already have me !"

You wanted to slap Arthur for his sudden lack of consideration towards your relationship but quickly avoided raising a hand towards his face by taking your book out and storing it in the horse’s satchel, not even bothering to look at Arthur. You hated when he was playing foolish games and your rather angry face led him to come closer to you, his hands behind his back.

"I’m sorry, darlin’." he sighed, genuinely sorry. "I… I just wanted ‘em fellers to see that even dusty cowboys can get women they want."

"You saw their reactions, right ? Tell them the truth."

"No, no. I ain’t gonna do that."

You turned back to look at Arthur who was smiling, despite begging you to forgive him for his foolish mistake of not telling these men the truth about himself right away. Arthur tilted his head a little, sending you one of his most pleading looks he usually gave you when he knew he had done something wrong.

"Will you just stop behaving like a kid ?" you snarled. "Now, you get back inside and tell them I’m your wife."

"Nah !" Arthur laughed. "I loved that surprise on ‘em faces when they saw that a beautiful woman like you is willin’ to go out with me."

"If you don’t tell them, I will."

"Don’t."

You really wanted to walk back inside the saloon to explain these three men that Arthur had lured them into a very believable lie, pretending that you were just a random stranger while being is actual wife. His blooming smile made you forget about your desire to get inside and break down his lie, his pleading look did not help one bit either !

"Please, Y/N ?" Arthur asked

"Fine." you groaned. "Now that we’re out of the saloon, what do we do ?"

"Well…"

Arthur moved slightly closer, gently placing his large hands on your corseted waist, causing you to blush unexpectedly. You were still somewhat mad at him for lying the way he did, but did not care much anymore. Whenever your eyes would meet his, you would be quick to forget about his flaws and crimes, mostly focusing on the positive aspects of your relationship.

"I can still get a large box of cold beers." Arthur smiled, giving you his eternal puppy glance. "And… since I don’t have any housemate, I believe a night at the hotel would be a great deal before comin’ back to camp tomorrow morning. Don’t you think ?"

"You’re hopeless, really." you sighed, unable to say no

"Ain’t that why you love me ?"

"Yeah…"

You loved him for who he was, but his childish side would always make you chuckle. In fact, you could not resist him at all, no matter what he was doing or how he was doing it. Arthur was everything to you and you knew that, despite this nice moment at the saloon being cut short by his rather boyish behaviour, you were going to spend a wonderful and probably sleepless night with him, going wild in one of the hotel’s bedrooms. Neither you nor him would look fresh tomorrow on guard duty, but did this matter ? You were about to spend a wonderful night without feeling the need to worry about the gang. The rest of the world did no longer matter as long as you would be with Arthur, husband or not. This night was going to be great, and you would probably laugh about it someday.

"Let’s go, Mrs. Morgan." Arthur smiled as you headed to the hotel

"I can still scream your name as loud as I need ?"

"You sure can. I even hope you will."

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan fanfiction #chapter 2 #red dead redemption fanfiction #rdr2 fanfic #azurestales #cute nicknames #you're a beautiful lady with a lonesome pretty boah #mrs morgan #my gifs

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minrubyi · 1 year

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Ꮺ 𝗥𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗸𝘀 Ꮺ

る! 🌷 . 𝗡𝐚𝐦є 𓏲 𖧶 𓈒 .

𝄒 𖥻 ִ ۫ 𖣯 ࣪ ٬٬ . ⩇⩇

ᨦ𓏲 ، ݃♟❜ ℕ𝗮m̶є ᘏ ࣪ ٬٬ . ݁ ۰ ࣪

ִֶָ ⩇⩇ ꜥ 💭 ◖ 𝗻𝗮𝐦e̶ 𖥔 ࣪˖ 💒 ᐢ..ᐢ

ִֶָ ャ ›🐭 𓊔 𝐍𝐚𝗺e ★̲ 🧠 ꐑꐑ

ִֶָ ،،̲ 🍏✶ ᨨ 𓏔 n𝐚m𝗲ֹ❕◗ ˊᯅˋ

𓂄 ׅ ‹𝟹 🧠 ▨ 𝗡𝐚mǝ 𝘁࡛𝗶ny ᨑ︕

★̸̲ 🎀 𖥔࣪ ˖⨳ ¡ nick 𔘓's ult ! ᨏ 🥛 𓂅̸

ᯤ̸ 🐇 ᨎ ¡ nick ! ✫ 🧠 🜸

𔘓̸ִׂ 🐄១ 𓄲 ¡ nick ! 𖧧🥛☆᤻᤻

𐚁𓎖🧂 〆̣ nick 𔘓's ult 𖥻‎̸ ⚡︎ 🍽 🜸

⚠︎̶ ៹࣪🐇 𒄬 ¡ nick ! ᨎ 🌷ꞌꞋ 𐌎

𖨂 🎀ꞌꞋ ࣪˖ ⌕ ¡ nick ! ⬕̸ִ ៹࣪💭 Ꮺ

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#soft nicks #random nicks #cute nicknames #my asks #cute nickname asks #nicks soft #nicks kpop #kpop soft moodboard #soft #cute bios #kpop moodboard #ෆ minrubyi #carrd users #kpop users #users soft #users aesthetic

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loveeryeon · 9 months

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𑄽୧ ׅ !! ᥒіᥴkᥒᥲmᥱs !! :3

꒰ㅤㅤᨦïᨩㅤׅ ㅤ nameㅤֺ ʚɞ ㅤ ੭ ㅤ゜￮ ੭ 𓈒 ׄ name ꒱ ۟ ᜊ〞 ㅤ ꒰੭ㅤ 𓂂ㅤֺㅤ꒰ㅤnameㅤ꒱ㅤㅤׅ୨୧ㅤㅤᨦ ㅤ ᨦïᨩ ㅤ୨ㅤֺㅤׅㅤ𝗍ׄѡɩׁ𝗇𝗄ᥣɥㅤᨳ᭬ nameㅤֺ ୧ ꣑୧ㅤ𝆹 ㅤ f⍺۪ncׂɥ nameㅤ ׄ ୨ּ୧ ੨ ﾟ

#coquette bios #instagram bios #short bios #twitter bios #simbolos aesthetic #simbolos #bios #cute nicknames #coquette #kpop bios

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promptplanetblr · 2 years

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Please mention some sweet nicknames!!!

Nicknames

Type: list

Genre: fluff, could be romantic or platonic!

I love nicknames! I hope you enjoy these (:

- mod ❥bun

Feminine Nicknames

Princess

Darling

Pretty

Beautiful

Gorgeous

Dove

Dollface

Masculine Nicknames

Handsome

Lover Boy

Beau

Stud

Gender Neutral Nicknames

Honey

Sweetheart

Babe

Love of my life

Baby

Pumpkin

Sweetie

Dearest

Beloved

Love

Sugar

Cutie

written by mod ❥bun

#mod ❥bun #promptplanet #writing prompts #writing prompt #prompt list #otp prompt #fluff prompts #nicknames #romantic prompt #romantic prompts #platonic prompts #prompts #cute nicknames

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icespur · 6 months

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Akiren calling Akechi cute embarrassing pet names

1/3 edit: Uncensored

Two scenarios:

Platonic Rivals. So Akiren would be calling Akechi cute nicknames just to be a little shit.

Or Akeshu/ShuAke version. They are official boyfriends and they both have different views on public affection. Akechi would rather keep their relationship a secret, so no public affection (which is not unlike actual Japanese citizens).

Then you have Akiren,--- THIS TALL POLITE, SECRETLY UNHINGED HUNK OF A DETECTIVE IS MY LOVER. WE BECAME A COUPLE ON (Insert exact month, day, and time here), HE HAS BEEN MINE EVER SINCE. I AM AWARE HE'S A CELEBRITY AND YOU FANS CAN GUSH OVER HIM ALL YOU WANT BUT KNOW THAT HE IS TAKEN AND I TAKE GREAT PRIDE IN KNOWING I HAVE SEEN AND PASSIONATELY TOUCHED PARTS OF THIS MAN YOU CAN ONLY DREAM OF.

Akechi: (covering his beet red flustered face with his hands) “If we weren't currently an item and I didn't love you I would choke the life out of you right now.”

Couple Akeshu/ShuAke during a Palace or Mementos Shadow fight. Joker passes the baton to Crow. Crow gets in battle stance ready to tear the enemy to pieces when—-

Faintly in the background Joker enthusiastically cheers “FUCK ‘EM UP, BABE!”

This causes the mood to completely change. Crow’s manic expression drops instantly, replaced with blush.

The other Thieves are in the background, Ryuji the most confused “What did he just call him, what just happened???....”

Pet names abbreviated from name:

Akechi = Aki or Chi/Chi-Chi (What makes the “Chi-Chi” nickname even more hilarious is that's a babyish alternative word Japanese kids use to refer to their fathers. So it's a babyish version of “Papa”. Take Anya from Spy X Family English Sub for example)

Goro = Go-Go and Go-Chan

When in Metaverse Attire:

Goes for both Robin Hood & Loki/Black Mask form = Birdie

Specifically Loki/Black Mask Form =

Loki = Lulu, Lou, Kiki,

First time Akechi heard the above nicknames while in Black Mask form, he immediately locks eyes with Akiren and stares at him for a couple seconds, internally trying to talk himself out of sending the leader of the Phantom Thieves on an express trip to Velvet Room Purgatory. Ultimately fails and Kasumi and the rest of the Thieves have to physically restrain Akechi from murdering their leader.

In future instances, Akechi just responds by either tuning Joker out or “”CaLmLy”” correcting Joker that it's “Loki”. If Joker refuses to behave and continues, gentle route goes out the window and Akechi goes straight for the throat.

So basically referring to Black Mask Akechi by cute abbreviated nicknames is a speed run of “How fast can I get Akechi to lose his cool and try to kill me?”

The Thieves don't understand why Joker willingly puts himself in those deadly situations but Joker just weakly laughs, on the floor with probably a few fractured and broken bones. He just raises his arm up and forms a thumbs up, managing to wheeze out a “Worth It..”

(Abbreviated pet names in Romance scenario, Akechi wouldn't react by attempted murder, obviously. But just be incredibly flustered and embarrassed. The game for AkiRen in this case would be “How fast can I make my boyfriend a blushing mess?”. Especially since he seems to pull out the pet names at intentionally the worst times, when in public or mid-Metaverse battle)

#persona 5 royal #persona 5 #akiren #ren amamiya #akira kurusu #persona 5 joker #goro akechi #persona 5 crow #cute nicknames #pet names #akeshu #shuake #akeshu hc #funny

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going-to-superhell · 1 year

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Gender neutral romantic nicknames for bae:

Love

Gum Drop

Sentient Gummy Bear

Felis Catus

Staples

Office supplies

Homedepo

Fucking tree

Green Eggs and Ham

Unfathomable Horror

#cute nicknames #bae #relationships #romance #unintelligible gremlin noises #my posts #nonbinary #gender neutral

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cocrante · 1 year

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I was thinking about when I asked my friend how to pronounce al-Haitham and if there was a nicer way to say it, and they replied that you could eventually pronounce it as Huithim.

So now I'm imagining Kaveh calling him Huithim at home or when he needs something, and Haitham knows that when he hears that name trouble is brewing, but he still goes along with it anyway.

#📌 : headcanon #huithim #kavetham #haikaveh #alhaitham #kaveh #genshin alhaitham #genshin kaveh #cute nicknames #genshin impact

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mikalisi · 2 years

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Okay listen.. just listen!

Alador asks Luz some stuff in spanish and one of them is what butterfly means in spanish that’s mariposa (ofc when he has a better relationship with his daughter and gets to know Luz better)

Anyways, my point is! He would call Darius that sometimes and Darius gets a bit flustered by that even if he doesn’t know what that means, but knowing it’s like a cute name for him like Luz and Amity calling each other Batata.

Thank you for listening :3

#aladarius #dalador #nicknames #alador blight #darius deamonne #luz noceda #owl house #the owl house #cute nicknames

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rk-tmblr · 11 months

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Hikoboshi -Oikawa Tooru [Haikyuu!!]

[Note: When you're late early for Tanabata...] ⭐︎...⭐︎

"What are you doing up here?"

Oikawa jolted a little surprised, but managed to conceal it as the cold night breeze run through inside his sweater. Having recognized his voice (that same voice that seemed to pester his mind way too much for his own liking), he didn't turn his way to look at him.

"I can ask you the same question," he huffed when out of the corner of his eye saw him taking a sit besides him.

"But I asked first."

Annoyed, Oikawa turned to glare at him with a bitter remark ready to spit on his tongue but he ended up chocking on it: he was sitting with his arms around his legs, making himself so little despite his long limbs, and he had a cheek against a knee to look up at him so intently. There was the shadow of a gentle smile on his thin lips.

"Altair should be visible tonight," the setter could have managed a lie (anything) but he felt stripped bare by that reverent look and honesty spilled unintentionally from his heart, "But it's quite cloudy..."

"Mmm, it's the light pollution," he finally moved his gaze to the sky and Oikawa obliged himself of doing the same, "Where should it be?" he asked as if he was genuinely interested.

"Right there," he pointed behind a big fluffy gray cloud, "So? What are you doing here?"

"Couldn't sleep," he simply shrugged.

No way in hell that Oikawa would accept that kind of answer.

"Be honest," he demanded.

He side-glanced him and a light of guilt shone inside those dark eyes before an "I'm being honest," was murmured.

"Spit it out," he insisted and crossed his arms waiting (not so patiently) for a real answer.

"Fine, fine!" he gave up showing his palms and then putting them beside him to stir his legs, "I'm gonna confess it to you, but you have to promise you won't tell anyone..." he made him swear.

"Yeah whatever, now what is it?"

"Nosy," he humored and before Oikawa could snap a remark, he took something from his hoodie pocket and put it between the two of them.

"What is-" he scrunched his little nose while reaching it with his fingers and then he realized "Oh my g-"

"You promised you won't say a thing!" he stopped him right there with a pointed finger.

"It was just a reaction!" the setter protested swatting his hand away and picking up the little packet, "You smoke!?"

"As I said I couldn't sleep and I didn't want to disturb the others so I just-"

"Came here on the rooftop to smoke!" Oikawa finished his sentence.

He laughed a little for his surprise, looking at those big shining eyes under the raised eyebrows and that lips curled in to a little "o". "Is it really that shocking?"

"It's shocking you still manage to do your run exercise after these!" he exclaimed "You're an athlete, you can't use this kind of habit!" he scolded him and made him shrug.

"It's nothing serious, once in a blue moon-" he curled up again.

"It's already empty!" the setter stated peeking inside and counting just three cigarettes left.

"I have them counted: one for each day, but I didn't smoke everyday!" he justified himself.

Oikawa shook his head disappointedly, "I can't believe you smoked all this week behind our backs!"

"Did you like me to share...?"

"NO!"

He let him calm himself by keeping it quiet for a while, meanwhile he was trying to figure out what to say to break that tension but...

Unexpectedly Oikawa did it first.

"Do you really need these?" he asked softly, less angry, "...to rest, I mean."

"Not really," he confessed honestly, "They help me stray away when my mind gets too clouded..."

He just nodded and stared at the packet, the three handmade cigarettes inside it.

"It's nicotine, right?"

"Yep, I made them before coming here because I can totally control myself," he bragged humorously, "Just one puff?" he asked innocently.

"No."

"Aw, c'mon!"

"Each puff is a breath close to death," the setter reprimanded him.

"Each breath is one close to death," he replied smirking a little.

"It's different..."

"Not really, but I wouldn't mind either way," he shrugged and that caught all of his attention.

Oikawa stared at him for so long as if he was scared he could really dissipate in that exact moment, in just an eye-blink. It was rough -he got to know- life was harsh with him but... did he really-

"Are you telling me that you would accept it if it was now?"

He sat up straight and picking his ankles with his hands, shuffling on the spot to make both of them stand perfectly in front of each other.

"If this was my last minute, I would lovely smoke my last breathes and ask you just one thing: for you to smoke the last puff, and only then I could die happily," he smiled and Oikawa shivered realizing how much he meant it.

He didn't say anything,

"What are you doing?"

just picked one of those cigarettes and giving it to him.

"Did I manage to persuade you?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Wouldn't be cruel to deny a man's last wish?" he said making him laugh.

"Such a benevolent prince!"

"Shut up," he hissed feeling his ears burn at the silly nickname.

"Make me," he challenged him and Oikawa just presented him the little dose of nicotine.

But he didn't like that lack of reaction.

Daring, he picked it directly with his own lips from his fingertips. He smiled slyly, looking up at him and nodded when he commanded "Just one puff, that's it!" and put a hand on his heart to swear it.

He waited for him to click on the lighter: the setter's face all crunched up in a concentrated pout, while his thumb slipped uselessly on the spark wheel one two three times...

"Try like this, so you don't risk to hurt yourself," he ended up mimic how to switch the lighter on correctly.

"I know how to do it," he puffed his cheeks but listened to his advice, "It's not like I've never been at parties... but did you?" he just tricked him to burn the tip, opting for a banter first.

"Not really a fan of them," he shook his head, "Also I never smoke or drink things people bring at those parties, for both precaution and mistrust," he explained keeping the cigarette in his place between his teeth.

Oikawa finally leaned the little flame and burnt the tip off it. He couldn't tear his gaze away from the butterfly shake of his eyelashes as he inhaled so deeply, the pretty light warming up the apple of his cheeks and the relaxed release of his shoulders when the breeze run through his hair.

"Oh my god, please! I know I said just one puff, but breathe!" he said noticing how long he was trying to keep that drag, (not at all because he wanted to tear himself away from that scene).

He snorted, a big open smile shining through the gray of the smoke, a deep but clear ringing of voice echoing through the night. "Sorry sorry," he giggled and Oikawa took advantage of his distraction to steal the cigarette away from his fingers.

"They used to lit it for me, not the other way around," he mumbled thinking about that time Hanamaki and Matsuwaka wanted them all to try a joint at some party.

"As they should," he agreed pointing his elbows on his knees.

He made his last wish come true by taking a little drag, "Why is it so bitter?" the setter stuck his tongue out disgusted but tried again to take a normal puff, "Disgusting," he commented at the end and giving him the cigarette to put out.

But he didn't.

Keeping the eye contact through heavy lids, he stole another drag putting his lips there where were his the right second before. "But it's so sweet to me," he whispered and smirked a little at Oikawa's blushing face of realization.

"That's it, put it out!" he reminded him and obediently he obliged, carefully letting the flame die without crashing the whole thing on the butt, "Wha- why are you giving it to me? Throw it away!"

"Am not a madman: I can still smoke this one, just put it back with the others," he replied.

"As if I'd let you," he did as he said, but didn't return the packet, "You won't smoke anymore."

"Have you ever hide a packet of smoke?" he asked cynical, "Gimme and you won't have any trouble, I can promise you not to," he tried to reach for it but failed.

"Stop it," he batted away his long hands, "I won't give it back, forget it!"

"Alright," he surrendered and turn to look up to the sky, "Y'know it's really sad that Altair can't be seen at all," he whispered after a while, turning back at the start of their conversation, "But I think it's kinda glad there's still someone who try to look out after it no matter."

That was a weird way to put it, but Oikawa couldn't deny the earnest and happy feeling in his guts at the proof that he didn't dare to belittle him at all, that he really cared about (him) it... and he snickered at the not so subtle way of meaning something else instead.

"It's glad...?" he repeated humoring the star's personification that he just made.

"I read books, don't act surprise if I wax poetry!" he replied and made him laugh and he was really going to follow his lead when he saw him shiver again, "Better get inside, it's getting quite chilling, mh?" he stood up and as the knight in shining armor as himself proposed to be, offered Oikawa a hand to do the same.

They silently walked back inside and then down the halls to get to their rooms, but they didn't decided when they were supposed to separate and so the setter turned to him. Dammit, he was way too close to his face like that!

"What?" Oikawa shouted quietly to brush his own embarrassment off.

"Last change to get rid of the packet," he answered.

"Forget those disgusting things! Go to rest, tomorrow morning I'll give you hell!" he slapped him on his chest to get him going.

"Was worth a shot anyway..." he sighed with a small smile, "Okay then, goodnight little prince," he bowed his head a little and then he disappeared into the dark leaving a fluttered Oikawa behind.

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nessarolla-in-constant-flux · 8 months

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🤡My OPLA headcanon for Buggy is that he calls his lover Sea Glass or Little Sea Glass.

Idk I like it.

#one piece #live action one piece #buggy the clown #buggy #captain buggy #one sad clown #shanks #cute nicknames #headcanon

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frankensteinboobies · 2 years

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Me trying to figure out if I want Steve to call me his ‘lil nugget.’

Or if I want to make some ‘lil nuggets’ with Steve.

#stranger things volume 2 #steve harrington #stranger things steve #stranger things #st netflix #cute nicknames #daddy steve #let’s make a baby #let’s just make 6 babies #I don’t even like kids #best baby sitter ever #stranger things meme #the duffer brothers #send help #how dare they #stranger things season 4 #I’m not even going to mention Eddie #I cant rn #confusion

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lordofthenerds97 · 2 years

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Wasting Away: Chapter 3

Rating: M for eventual chapters, mild cursing, and nonexplicit sexual content Pairing: Eddie x Reader, Past Billy x Reader, and onesided Steve x Reader if you squint Summary: You were broken. Falling apart. Trying to put yourself back together. Whatever the hell they wanted to call it. All you knew was you were hurting. The Upside Down had been the bane of your existence for a long time. But now you had a reason to hate it. Will your hatred be enough to help take down the latest in a long line of monsters? TW FOR THIS CHAPTER: •Brief flashback(s) •Talk of Survivor's Guilt •Talk of 80's mental health "fixes" and views •Mentions of domestic abuse •Brief talk of fatal car accident, not graphic •Mentions of drug use •Emotional overload Masterlist

Sleep my friend, and you will see

The dream is my reality

They keep me locked up in this cage

Can’t they see it’s why my brain says rage?

Metallica blasted through the headphones on your Walkman as you headed into the hell hole known as Hawkins High. You gripped the strap of your bag until your knuckles turned white.

Build my fear of what’s out there

Cannot breathe the open air

Whisper things into my brain

Assuring me that I’m insane

You closed your eyes as the lyrics hit your ears. It was one of Billy’s favorite albums. Listening to it without him seemed like a sin…

They think our heads are in their hands

But violent use brings violent plans

Keep him tied, it makes him well

He’s getting better, can’t you tell?

A pang stabbed through you as James’ voice thundered in the headphones. The more you listened to the song, the more you realized how much you related to the lyrics.

You felt like a headcase ever since you started seeing Allie. Very few people, aside from your parents, knew that you were trying to get help dealing with your problems. If anyone did, they’d probably try to get you committed.

“Cheer up, trouble. They’ll have to get through me if they want to take you to a Sanitarium.”

You snorted. “You’re just looking for an excuse to take your shirt off and get in a fight.”

When you opened your eyes again, you were face to face with Eddie. “Billy-“ you gasped, stumbling backwards. His eyes held the same mischief, his quirked up smile promising the same threat of an adventure.

“Woah, woah, easy there chica.” His hands shot out and grabbed your arms.

Your eyes went wide as he touched you. “Eddie-“

“That’s me. The one and only.” he said gently, examining you closely.

You allowed him to steady you before you took a shuddering deep breath and pulled the headphones off. He raised an eyebrow as he recognized the sound of the guitar blasting from the headset.

“Didn’t take you for a Metallica fan, sweetheart.”

“It was Billy’s favorite…” you said quietly. Your hands shook as you once again grabbed the strap of your bag, using it as an anchor.

He could tell by the look on your face that you were treading on rocky ground. “Shit. I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

You shook your head. “It’s fine-“

He gave you a pointed look. “Deep breath for me, princess. Cant start the day like this, can we?”

You followed his request, allowing your lungs to fill with air before slowly exhaling and trying to calm yourself down. “Thanks. I’m sorry I called you Billy…you remind me a lot of him.”

Eddie shoved his hands into his pockets. “I’ll take the compliment.” he said with a grin. “I take it the two of you were close?”

You nodded with a quiet sigh. “He was…well, my everything, to be honest.” You hadn’t openly talked about Billy in a long time. You felt your throat close up slightly at the thought. But honestly, it felt good. “He promised me after I graduated that we would move to California.” A soft smile spread across your face as you remembered that conversation. “And that he’d teach me how to surf.”

Eddie smiled. “He sounds like a cool dude.”

“Did you know him?”

He shrugged. “In passing, more than anything. He hit me up once or twice.”

That didn’t surprise you. Before the two of you had gotten together, Billy was a wreck. He was willing to do almost anything to numb the pain he felt.

“I almost did too…” you admitted sheepishly, looking at the ground.

“Whaaaa?” he asked, his eyes going wide.

You looked up at him, afraid you’d offended him. But you could tell by the look on his face that he was teasing you. So, you managed a smile. “Yeah. You were a lot scarier then.”

He scoffed, crossing his arms. “Says the badass.”

You rolled your eyes. “Claims the dealer.”

Eddie laughed at that. “Fair point, sweetheart.” Then his eyebrows furrowed. “You don’t strike me as the type to go that hard.”

You gave him a halfhearted shrug. “I’ve been through a lot.”

He frowned at you. “You don’t seem like the kind of person to let that shit bother you.”

“I was with him when he died.” you blurted out.

Eddie’s eyes went wide and you couldn’t stop the words from coming.

“There…there was so much blood. He tried to buy us time to get out. Everyone was everywhere and I couldn’t find him. When I finally did…that bastard!” Suddenly your eyes were filled with angry tears, and you slammed the side of your fist into your locker, making Eddie flinch slightly. Thankfully, not many other students were around to see the outburst, but the ones that were gave you a strange look and a wide berth. “He left me! That goddamn son of a bitch left me!”

At this point, you were almost sobbing. Eddie reached for you and pulled you towards his chest, wrapping his arms around you.

Without even thinking, you dropped your bag and fell into him. Sobs escaped you as you clung to him.

You didn’t know what it was, but something about Eddie made you feel…safe. He was easy to talk to. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d willingly opened up to someone aside from Owens. Even Allie had to pry things out of you. But if you were being honest with yourself…it felt good to finally let go of some of the things you were thinking. Even if you hurled them at a complete stranger. Maybe, just maybe, that’s what you needed.

“Sshh, it’s alright sweetheart.”

He let you cry against him. The last thing you wanted was to start your morning with another breakdown. Maybe you really did need to spend some time in a psych ward…at least then you wouldn’t be embarrassing yourself all the time.

“I’m sorry you had to deal with all of that.”

You sniffled, pulling away from his embrace to look up at him. There was nothing but sympathy and concern in his face, which surprised you. There was no judgement, no disgust. “I’m sorry…” you muttered, looking back at the ground. “I promise this isn’t really how I like to get to know someone.” You tried to joke and managed to make yourself smile.

Eddie laughed. “Trust me, sweetheart. You’re doing better than most. Half the population won’t even get near me.”

You used the sleeve that was wrapped around your wrist to dab at your eyes and face, trying to rid yourself of the irritating tears.

“Tell you what, sweetheart. You look like you could use an ice cream.”

Your brows furrowed. “At 7:45 in the morning?”

“Uhhhhhhh, yeah!” he said with a no-shit-sherlock face. “There’s never a bad time for ice cream.”

His expression made you smile again.

“So let’s ditch this place and go do something to raise those spirits and bring that smile back.”

*~*~*~*

Eddie was something else.

That’s really the only way you could describe him.

And when you told him he wasn’t anything like you were expecting, that was the truth. He always put on this bad boy persona (much like Billy, so one would think you could see through the act by now), tried to be an ass, and made it a point to appear ✨scary✨. Thinking about it now, as you sat on top of a picnic table sipping on a chocolate shake, you scolded yourself for not making friends with him sooner. You were pretty sure Billy would have really liked him.

In a lot of ways, he reminded you of Billy. He loved music, he smoked too much, and he had a kind heart. Just watching him try different things to cheer you up was entertaining. Even Dustin couldn’t make you smile as much as Eddie was. You’d laughed with him more than you had in a long time. He was a complete stranger that had showed you kindness and wanted to help you. And you were still surprised at the fact that someone outside your small group of friends seemed to actually care about you.

“So what do you say, sweetheart?”

“Hm?” you responded, absentmindedly slurping on the sugary shake.

His shoulders slumped. “Have you not been listening?”

Your cheeks burned red immediately. You had a bad habit of zoning off when people were talking. It wasn’t that you meant to, it was just something that sort of happened.

“I’m sorry,” you said sheepishly.

“Oh!” Eddie suddenly clutched at his chest, falling backwards and onto the bench behind him. For a moment, panic gripped your heart. You set the shake to the side and made a move to get up and go to him before his voice brought you back to reality when you were on your feet. “You wound me, sweetheart.”

You glared at him for a moment before it relaxed into a smile. “Don’t do that!” you scolded. You meant it to be teasing, but your tone was sharper than you intended.

His smile faded slightly. “Did that trigger you?”

You thought for a moment. “Sort of…” You trailed off as your heart suddenly sped up tenfold as adrenaline flooded your body.

The mouth that had originally attacked Billy had pulled back, almost as if it were watching as the rest of its companions did the worst of the work. And when Billy was on his knees, it slammed forward and buried itself in his chest.

You recoiled, flinching back. Eddie was immediately on his feet, hands out and ready to steady you.

You reached out, latching onto him. “Sorry,” you gasped, closing your eyes. “Flashbacks come at random times.”

He hummed. “No apologizing, sweetheart. It’s not your fault.”

He was quiet, letting you take your time in processing what your mind was replaying, unbidden. You tried to force the memory away, shutting it behind a door and shoving it closed. He guided you back to the bench, gently pushing your shoulders to signal you to sit.

“I’m okay,” you said slowly, taking a deep breath.

He grinned at you. “Look at that! You stopped the panic, sweetheart.”

“Sometimes I can. Sometimes it’s just so overwhelming that everything just…explodes.” you explained.

He nodded. “My younger sister had panic attacks. Docs couldn’t tell mom what was wrong.”

You looked at him with curiosity. “You have a sister?”

“Had, actually. She died in a car accident.” he said.

You immediately tried to backpedal. “I’m sorry, I didn’t-“

“Sweetheart, stop apologizing. If I didn’t want to talk about her, I wouldn’t have brought her up.” he said, giving you a look. “Besides, you’re too much of a badass to apologize to anyone.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes. The tension you were feeling suddenly eased as Eddie sat down on the bench beside you. He reached behind you, grabbing your forgotten shake and handing it to you. You accepted, nodding your thanks.

“When we were kids, my dad was a douchebag. Abusive, ‘n shit. My mom took us and left. I think they got divorced, which is how I ended up with my Uncle after they died.”

Sadness flared in you, your heart beginning to ache.

“Her name was Casey. When mom took us, Casey was ten and I was twelve. After getting away from our dad, Casey started really understanding what happened…and it screwed with her head. Started having panic attacks a year later. I was the only one that could calm her down, actually. Our mom tried her best, but she was trying to support two kids by herself. That meant working. A lot.”

You listened quietly, not interrupting as Eddie told you about his past.

“Anyways, when she was thirteen, she and mom were headed into town. Casey had a mean set of pipes on her.” He laughed, shaking his head. “She’d have made a great singer in Coffin. Well, she had a recital that night. They were headed to the school for their last rehearsal before it started. I was with Johnny, my best friend, and was supposed to meet them there before the recital. A trucker fell asleep at the wheel…crossed the road and hit them head on.”

“Eddie…”

“The paramedics said they were killed on impact. So at least they didn’t suffer. The next morning, my uncle showed up at Johnny’s house and told me I was gonna live with him. Moved to Hawkins a week later.”

He had leaned back against the table, a lost look in his eyes. Not knowing what else to do, you set a hand on his arm. He looked up at you at the touch, smiling.

“I’m-“

“I swear to god sweetheart, if you tell me you’re sorry-“

You cut him off with a laugh. “Honestly, Eddie. What else am I supposed to say?”

He shrugged. “It was a long time ago.”

“Doesn’t mean you can’t still hurt.”

He tilted his head, giving you a thoughtful look. “I guess you’re right. I kind of buried it…never really thought about it much.”

You sighed. “That would be nice.”

“What do you mean?”

You sighed and finished off the last of your shake. “I think about it every day. I see it in my nightmares every night. The last memory of him I have…he told me he was sorry as he died. That was the last thing he said.” You shook your head, banishing the images once again. “I don’t want to think about it all the time.”

Eddie nodded, knocking his shoulder into yours. “I was like that for a while. Couldn’t stop thinking I should have been in the car with them. That maybe if I was, things would be different, ya know?”

“Allie calls it survivor’s guilt.”

“Makes sense.” he said after a moment. “You see a shrink, huh?”

You shrugged. “She’s…different. If I told any other doctor what I was feeling, they’d have me committed. Allie tries to help. She’s good at it, sometimes.”

He chuckled. “Only sometimes?”

You managed a smile. “I don’t always understand what she’s trying to tell me or how a treatment is supposed to work. But at least she hasn’t tried to fry my brain with electricity yet.”

Eddie frowned. “Wait, they actually do that? I thought that was only in horror movies.”

You laughed. “Sadly, yeah. They try to rewire your brain or some shit like that.”

“I’m so glad I don’t have a shrink.” He looked back at you, a frown taking over. “You know, this whole outing was supposed to cheer you up, not turn into a downerfest.”

“Actually, Eddie…”

“Yeah?”

You sighed and turned to face him, tucking one leg up under the other. “This is the most…real…I’ve been with anyone in a really long time. And I’ve enjoyed it. I don’t remember the last time I felt this much like myself.”

He smiled. “I’m glad you feel better.”

You grinned. “Thank you for this.”

“Anytime, sweetheart.”

You leaned against the table top, resting your fist against the side of your head. “Dustin would lose his shit if he saw me having an actual social interaction.”

Eddie laughed. “That kid is something else. Really smart.”

“Oh, definitely. I’m not supposed to have favorites cause I love them all…but Dusty is my favorite.” you said with a grin.

“How’d you end up with those kids, anyway?”

“Oh god, is that a story.”

He shrugged. “We got all day, sweetheart.”

You chuckled, smiling at the memories you had with the Party. “I used to babysit Will when he was younger. Mike was the one that got into DnD first out of the kids, which I was already a huge fan of. We all bonded over the game, I guess. Max…she’s Billy’s step sister. Or, was I guess…she and I hit it off right away.” You laughed as the memory struck you. “Billy was not happy she was hanging out with me when we first met.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Oh, he was pissed! I saw her with the party and wanted to introduce myself. He was supposed to drive her home and because she and I were talking, she was late getting to the parking lot.”

“Where the hell have you been?!”

“Billy, I-“

“I told you to be here as soon as school got out!”

“She was with me, dickhead.” you spat out, glaring daggers at the blonde. “Pick on someone your own size.”

Max looked up at you in shock, her eyes wide and mouth slightly open.

“Wanna run that by me again, princess?”

“I said, pick on someone your own size.”

“What, meaning you?”

“Oh, definitely not. Wouldn’t want to ruin your reputation?”

“How so?”

“By beating your ass into next week.”

You shook your head, laughing. “The first time we met, he was in a pissy mood. Didn’t help that my smartass mouth was running itself off.”

Eddie snorted. “That’ll get you into trouble.”

“It did. That’s why he always called me trouble.”

The two of you lapsed into a comfortable silence, neither seeing the need to fill it with any more conversation. What you said was true; you felt more like yourself than you had in a really long time. You weren’t sure if it was his easy going personality or the fact that he seemed to like you the way you were. You knew Dustin trusted him, which gave you some sense of the kind of person he was. Being yourself and talking about whatever came to mind felt so freeing. The fact he didn’t judge you was a huge help, especially since you now knew some of his background.

His fingers tapped absentmindedly on the table, and your eyes were drawn to the multiple rings that adorned his fingers. You followed the line of his arm up to where you could see the blank ink of a tattoo.

“Master of Puppets?”

“Hm?” He turned to you, his expression neutral as he say your eyes fixed on the tattoo.

“Metallica. Your tattoo?”

“Oh, yeah.” he said. “I’m surprised you knew that.”

You snorted and rolled your eyes. “Billy was the metalhead, but I know good music when I hear it.”

Eddie grinned. “Badass, 2. Shy girl, 0.”

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