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silent-stories · 1 year

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Pairing: Eddie x F!Reader

Summary: Wayne didn't trust you, until one night.

Warnings: angst, fluff, nightmares

Wayne Munson just wanted to protect his boy. And that's why he was so reluctant towards you.

It wasn't that he didn't like you, it was that he didn't trust you: after all the years Eddie had spent almost alone in school, you came in the picture. You, saying you cared about him, saying you were interested in the music he listened to and the books he read, saying you loved him.

It all seemed too perfect and Wayne just knew there was something wrong.

Not because he was a bad person, Wayne absolutely wasn't, but because he was afraid you were playing with Eddie's feelings. He was afraid that one day you'd laugh in his face and tell him there was no way a girl like you could ever love someone like him. An outcast. A cult-leader. A freak.

The worst part was that Eddie, on the other hand, was really in love with you. He could see it by the way he talked about you when you weren't around, by his loving gaze when you visited him at the trailer, by the smile that appeared on his lips whenever he mentioned you in a conversation.

Wayne was afraid Eddie would suffer when you left him.

Because he knew you would. It was just a matter of time.

After what had happened in the upside down, after Eddie had almost died (because yes, he knew the whole truth even if he had a hard time believing it at first) he often woke up due to nightmares.

Often he heard the bed creak as if Eddie was tossing and turning in pain, sometimes he heard him talking but never understood what exactly he was saying. He was probably calling your name, the name of girl he was in love with, poor naive boy.

Once, he opened the door to his room slightly, slowly and asked if everything was all right, watching the figure curled up on the bed, his legs drawn up to his chest in a defensive position.

Even in the dark he could clearly see that Eddie was shaking.

It was pretty obvious that no, he wasn't all right. He was far from it.

Eddie told him to go away, that he was fine. Wayne pressed for a while but Eddie didn't seem to want to talk to him. Finally he closed the door and went back to his room, hoping that giving him the space he wanted would help.

He wasn't sure if it had really helped him when he started hearing muffled sobs coming from his room.

He really didn't know what to do. Eddie should have talked to someone about it, vented in some way but he didn't seem to want to do it with him.

He didn't seem to want to talk about it even with you, his "girlfriend". Wayne had expected this too: You wouldn't be there for his boy when he needed it.

After that night, Eddie had locked the door to his room, so even if Wayne wanted to go inside to check, he couldn't.

One night though, Wayne woke up to a noise coming from the room next to his, from Eddie's room.

He sighed running a hand over his face, tired, knowing he was going to have another sleepless night and that Eddie would too.

Thar time though, he heard the door to Eddie's bedroom open and the sound of bare feet making their way down the hallway where the phone was hanging on the wall.

What the hell was he doing?

Wayne got out of bed and headed for the door to his room but, when he was about to open it, he heard Eddie's voice on the other side of the door and stopped.

He knew eavesdropping was wrong, but that didn't stop him.

"Hey, sweetheart."

Wayne realized Eddie called you. At two in the morning.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." Eddie whispered, almost as that was all the voice he could get out at the moment.

"Yeah, don't worry. I just... I think I just wanted to hear your voice. I'm sorry, I'm sure I woke you up. Yeah, I told you I'm fine." Eddie muttered, if his words were to sound convincing, he was failing miserably.

He sounded like a kid scared by a thunderstorm, in moments like that Wayne wished Eddie's mom was still there with him, some things really would've been easier.

“No, that's stupid, I shouldn't even have called, you probably just want to sleep and not worry about my dumb problems. It's just…I'm tired, Y/N. I'm so tired and the nightmares won't stop and I… I don't know what to do. Every time, every night I'm there again and there are the bats and the lightning and- and It's hard to sleep without you. I'm scared Y/N. I'm scared they'll never stop, that I'll never be okay." Eddie sniffed.

Was he crying?

"But it's okay. I mean, yeah, I- don't worry and-" he probably stopped to hear what you were saying.

Were you telling him to go fuck himself for calling in the middle of the night? Were you trying to console him? Wayne couldn't know but either way, he didn't trust you. He had never done that.

"No. You don't have to. No, Y/N, no please, really, I-" Eddie stammered before silence fell on the other side of the door.

You hung up the phone. You hung up the phone on Eddie's face when he needed someone to listen to him and when he trusted you enough to call you and talk about how he was feeling.

Wayne knew it would end like this. You never loved Eddie like you said you did, you didn't even care about him or you wouldn't have hung up the phone. Maybe it was a joke all along, "make the freak your boyfriend, make him fall in love and trust you and then leave him when he needs it most and break his heart."

He knew how mean teenagers could be, they always managed to hit where it hurt the most. And, of course that's what you did with Eddie, you played with his heart that had already been broken too many times for someone so young.

He heard Eddie pacing nervously down the short hallway a couple of times, and just as Wayne was about to walk out of the room despite having no idea what to say, he heard the trailer door open and close.

Eddie went out. And Wayne wasn't going to let him spend the night in the cold or whatever that boy was up to.

The older Munson finally came out of his room and made his way to the door Eddie had disappeared through.

He opened it slightly and looked out, finding himself faced with the most unexpected scene he had imagined.

There you were, your car parked in front of the trailer, the door still open, and you were striding towards Eddie.

The sky was dark and moonless, only a few stars were visible, a nearby street lamp allowed the man to see what was happening.

Wayne leaned against the door frame, watching the scene a few feet away from him.

As soon as you reached Eddie you wrapped your arms around his neck and pushed him towards you, he immediately wrapped his arms around your body in a hug Wayne wondered if it could actually break any bones.

Eddie held on to you as if his life depended on it, squeezing the fabric of your shirt with his hands and closed his eyes, letting out a sigh of relief as he hugged you, as if having you there in that moment solved all his problems, as if Eddie was okay again just because of your presence.

"I'm here. It's okay, I got you." You said holding him, your voice soft and sincere.

That was the moment Wayne realized he was completely wrong about you, all along.

"You didn't have to come." Eddie whispered, not letting you go.

"But I wanted to." You responded by stepping away from him slightly, cupping his face with your hands and running your thumbs on his cheeks.

"I swear, you are something else." Eddie said with a slight smile. "Thank you for coming, really."

And Wayne, seeing you looking at Eddie as if he was the most precious thing in the world, wondered what had been on his mind every time he doubted your sincerity, every time he thought you didn't really care about Eddie.

You went there in the middle of the night because you knew he needed it, and he didn't even ask you. That was all it took to know that you were a good person. That you were there for his boy.

"I love you." He murmured before bringing his lips to yours in a light but affectionate kiss. Wayne had to look down, feeling he was slipping into a too intimate a moment.

"I love you too." You responded leaning your forehead against his. "And I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you, you know that."

"Do you- think you can stay the night? I understand if you can't- if you don't want to- I mean-"

"Eddie, I've come to stay. I wouldn't leave even if you begged me, right now." You reassured him.

He nodded, leaving a kiss on top of your head. "I love you so much."

You smiled grabbing his hand with yours, intertwining your fingers ready to reenter the trailer.

Your eyes met Wayne's still in the doorway.

Eddie's hand squeezed yours tighter as you reached for him.

"She's spending the night here whether you like it or not." Eddie announced to his uncle.

Wayne looked between you and Eddie, then back to you as you started to talk.

"I'm sorry I showed up here in the middle of the night but I can't leave now, I-"

"I'm sorry I didn't trust you." He finally admitted.

A surprised expression came onto your face.

"I was wrong about you, I was wrong from the start." He said leading you into the trailer.

Eddie smiled at his uncle's words.

"It's okay, I understand where all your resilience came from. Really, don't worry about it." You answered with conviction.

Wayne patted your shoulder. "You are a good kid, thank you for being here."

You smiled again. "You don't have to thank me. None of you have to."

Eddie put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him, up against his Metallica shirt he used to sleep in.

"We're going to sleep, uncle Wayne." Eddie said before heading to his room, dragging you with him.

You turned one last time to Wayne before disappearing behind Eddie's bedroom door. "Good night."

The man's gaze softened even more. "Goodnight kids."

Eddie was in good hands now, he always had been even when Wayne didn't know it.

You were always there, even when Wayne didn't know it. You were family.

Tags: @jacklesdeanvessel @morning-sky7

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biribaa · 6 months

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For the last tadc post were the reader who's abstracting in front of them can you do that with Jax, gangle, zobble, and Pomni please

Zooble, Pomni, Gangle and Jax x a reader who's abstracting in front of them

Technically a part two of these hcs.

TW/CW: spoiler and angst and blahbalhba

Zooble

Aw #$@!...

It's been months since Zooble has felt any serious feeling in this circus other than disinterest, boredom and stress, they can't even really describe any feeling that aren't one of these I just listed. Mainly now, at this very moment. Zooble stares at the mess that once was you, they didn't even notice their body froze.

And accepting that you suddenly just... gave up, is difficult. And, still, things are still the same, the same unnecessary adventures and stupid people that they have to deal with.

Don't get they wrong, they misses you. But they blindly can't get over you.

The day could be the same old thing, a silly adventure and Jax being an idiot, that suddenly Zooble will feel like something is clearly wrong(not that things already are), something is missing, they are missing something, did they forgot their foot? Maybe someone?

And when the reality hits they like a hard, cold, big rock, everything gets a thousand times worse. Zooble remembers the things you did for them, they for you. They never thought they would get into a cute romance, honestly...And here they are.

Certain thoughts itch in their head that maybe, just maybe, they were a bad partner. They know you're not stupid enough to be with someone you clearly don't like, but yet, Zooble can't help it.

Zobble never thought that they would want things to be only boring and annoying than this current situation.

Pomni

PAIN PAIN PAIN

Hell, reader, she is the newest character in the circus, she doesn't have an ounce of sanity to deal with something like this.

Everything inside Pomni seems to scream at her to do something but all she feels are her hands shaking like it's the European winter, her brain itching and the butterflies that were once in Pomni's stomach vomit and die.

She get's out all glitched out(and traumatized), but nothing will describe the agonizing silence after panicked screams and tears shed from the unsuccessful help.

For Pomni, Even though things are the same, everything sounds like the first time she came here again. Everything sounded like a headache, even though she can't get that stuff in the digital world.

Pomni didn't put you on a pedestal, she still has Ragatha as a friend. But, god, you were such a angel for her, someone she genuinely admired. And then, you simply disappeared like a dry leaf in the wind.

Of course Pomni blames herself for this, if only she could have been there for you before, helped you more, calmed you down more. Pomni's confidence only dropped after these events.

Ragatha is one of the only ones who really has open arms for Pomni to vent and have a shoulder to cry on. She's the second one she trusts most besides you. Oh, what am I talking about, she's now the only one Pomni really trusts now.

Gangle

Dont do this to my Gangle, reader... :(

Gangle can't use another comedy mask after what just happened to them and to you. Gangle can't just act like nothing happened to their lover. It was supposed to be you and them, forever, even in the worst places, why did this had to happen to you?!

This big episode- no, three seasons of depression didn't seriously bother the others, Jax was mildly irritated and Ragatha was worried, but it didn't hurt anyone other than Gangle themselves.

Rmember how sad Gangle is all the time? They are still sad but now multiplied by a hundred. Suddenly, everything, everyone, even themselves just felt useless, they can't even bring themselves to get up from the floor, It was as if the accumulation of sadness took physical form, and it was a giant gym weight of one hundred kilos.

Caine lied to Gangle once, saying that if If they participates in this adventure he could bring you back. The host's plan was to get Gangle back in the high spirits, but this only resulted in they becoming brutally competitive.

Everyone just sounds hard and boring, talk to others is hard, and get out of their bedroom sounds boring. Why leave?! They didn't woke up in your warm arms.

I wouldn't be impressed if Gangle suddenly had a tantrum, seeing the extent of their misery. Blaming everything and everyone for your disappearance, being the reason stupid or not.

They just miss you so much :(

Jax

Jax would never admit to being desperate, or even scared, when he saw you in that shape. Your mind shifts, and in a matter of seconds, you turn into a giant monstrosity he never thought you would become.

Process that you just... Poof, gone, was slow and silent for Jax. His pride couldn't process something that would leave him shaken.

The first few weeks Jax was just angry, angry and angry. He yells at Caine, Ragatha, Gangle, anyone who even slightly irritates Jax will end up getting into an argument with him. Just like I mentioned in the Zooble scenario, blindly, this just shows that Jax can't get over his loss.

The rabbit's frequent comedic sarcasm has now just turned into a sarcasm that he uses to aggressively retort against others. And the comments are few now.

Everything sounds so painfully boring without your stupid face and your dork personality, it itches his heart and stomach in ways it never did. He's just...stressed.

I believe that Jax is the character who heals the fastest from his loss among all other ones, at least a month and at most three or five. He just needs some consolations to get his ego back to its original size. Don't get him wrong, obviously he misses you.

#x reader #canon x reader #reader insert #tadc x reader #tadc gangle x reader #tadc jax x reader #tadc zooble x reader

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signedkoko · 5 months

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Hello! May I request a romantic scenario with Husk and a gn!reader? The reader is a worker at the hotel and does like Husk, but knows Angel feels the same, so they try to push their feelings aside because Angel is their friend. They confess their feelings for Husk in a letter, intending to keep it hidden, except they accidentally give him the letter instead of the envelope full of money that they owe him for the drinks.

Thank you for taking the time to read this and happy holidays! :)

Husk X Reader [Romantic]

In which you accidentally confess your feelings to your crush, Husk.

One of the ways you heard people could vent their feelings to others was by writing it all in a letter and giving it to them

In practice, one of the hardest parts about telling others your more personal thoughts was doing it face to face, so penning it down and slipping it under the door made that easier

You figured you could do something like that, except rather than hand it over, you'd keep it to yourself

So after confessing your deepest emotions about how you'd fallen for him, you signed the letter off to Husk and tucked it deep into your journal, where it'd likely never see the light of day

While keeping things so childish to yourself rather than confessing may seem silly, you knew it'd hurt your friend who had told you many times of their feelings for Husk

Angel Dust trusted you, and who were you to take someone he had finally come to love away from him?

Though, whenever Angel spoke to you about the future they imagined with Husk, you always found yourself silent, like your mood was suddenly crushed by stacks of lead

With another night wrapped up at the bar to celebrate some recent successes and milestones in the hotel, you'd forgotten to pay your tab and tucked into your room to rest

Not that it was uncommon, Husk knew where to find you if he needed it

Nevertheless, you knew your usual and kept note by placing what you usually owed into an envelope with his name on it, and slipped it into your bag without much thought

Later in the day, when you found yourself heading out the door for an appointment, you quickly swooped to the counter with the payment in mind

" So sorry about last night, I have everything I owe right in here somewhere- "

" Ah whatever, it's already been handled. On the house. "

Husk was shuffling a deck of cards in his hands as he spoke, seeming to avoid eye contact

Nevertheless, you insisted on paying him, and slammed the envelope you'd felt around for on the bar

" Oops! I accidentally left my dues on the bar! I gotta go! "

Rushing out the door, you never turned back despite his protests

It was only later, when you were finishing up at your appointment and picking up a quick refreshment to bring back that you pulled out your wallet, which had the very envelope you made this morning stuck between it

Oh no.

Hurriedly ploughing through your bag, you were terrified to see your journal was empty of any letter

Oh god, no.

The rush back to the hotel was like no other

When you finally shot the doors open, the bar was empty, nothing but a closed sign hanging from one of the bottle racks

Your next stop was Husk's room, which you took a moment to compose yourself before knocking

" There's no lock on the door. Just come in. "

Relaxing on the bed was no other than the winged demon, drinking from a bottle with his eyes closed

On the nightstand, your letter was wide open, pages sprawled on top of the envelope

" Husk? "

When he heard your voice, he shot straight up, wiping his mouth and hiding the bottle behind his wings

" Shit, hey. I didn't expect you to be here so soon. "

The silence was drawn out

" Listen, I really gotta give it to ya, your handwriting is really nice- "

" Just forget any of it okay? It's a stupid joke. "

" I don't think jokes have tear stains embedded in the paper. "

Begrudgingly, you shut the door behind you, exhaling a deep sigh with hands pushing into your forehead

" Oh calm down. Is the idea of datin' me really that bad? So what! We go on a few dates, I tell you I love you back, yada yada. "

He was extremely nonchalant about the topic as he continued on about your new relationship with him

" Wait. You…Want to date me? "

You pointed at yourself, to which he chuckled and rolled his eyes

" I dont give free drinks to people I don't like. "

Author's Note - This was kind of long I am so sorry I got too into it!! I may as well have written a oneshot but also I am lazy so here this is 🖤 Thank you for requesting!

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7ndipity · 5 months

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Their S/o Has Depression

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: How they would respond to their S/o having depression(or having had depression in the past)

Warnings: mentions of depressive episodes, not proofread

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anon who requested this! I’ve actually thought about writing something about this several times, as it’s something I’ve dealt with for many years, but wasn’t quite sure how to go about it.

Reminder to anyone who needs to hear it that you are loved, you will be okay eventually, but it’s okay to not be okay right now. If you need anyone to talk/vent to, I’m here for you💜

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Jin: He would probably be really quiet when you first tell him, just trying to understand and take everything in. Tries to pay closer attention to your moods, and handles you a little softer on the days when you need it. He does his absolute most to make you smile everyday, even if it’s just for a second. He knows it doesn’t make the darkness go away, but sometimes those little moments of light are enough to get you through.

Yoongi: He’s also had his share of struggles with this in the past, so I feel like he might have picked up on some cues, but waited for you to bring it up when you were ready. He tries to subtly look out for you without being overbearing, checking in throughout the day and helping out where he can. Understands that some days you just need to be quiet and ride out the storm, so he’ll just lay with you, keeping a hand out for you to grab if you need it.

Hobi: It would hurt his heart so much to know you’ve gone through/are going through that kind of pain, but he would be so grateful that you trusted him enough to share your struggles with him. If it’s ongoing, he would be super attentive to your moods, trying to help out and support you in little ways wherever he can, whether that’s doing the dishes, making sure you’re eating properly, or just showing you funny videos he found online to make you laugh.

Namjoon: He’s been rather open about his own struggles with depression, so I think he’d be very understanding and sympathetic when you tell him. Very proactive about talking through whatever it is you’re feeling, even if you think it’s stupid or unimportant. Tries to get you to go out or take walks with him on better days, just to make sure you get some fresh air and sunlight regularly, and help make sure you're looking after your physical health as well as your mental.

Jimin: It would break his heart to realize that you struggled/are struggling with this, but his sole focus would become how to help/comfort you. He’s really empathetic, so he would pick up on every little shift in your moods. He understands that sometimes you just need to be reminded that you’re not alone, so he’ll just wrap himself around you on days when you can’t do much, holding you together till you can put the pieces back yourself.

Taehyung: As sad as he is to find out about your struggles, I feel like he’s really good at normalizing things like this without being dismissive, checking in with a number system or smth so you don’t have to talk if you don’t wanna(10’s good, 1’s bad) Has a way of saying the most comforting things in the simplest way(like when he reminded that one fan that she was already a good daughter just by existing). Will lay in bed with you on low days, talking about whatever comes to mind just to help distract you.

Jungkook: As soon as you tell him, he goes into protector mode. He can struggle sometimes to find the right words, so he tends to express his care more through actions. If you can’t bring yourself to clean your apartment, he’ll do it for you(while commentating to you as if it’s a talk show). If you need to just sleep, he’ll curl up with you and keep you safe. The type you can call at 2am cause you don’t wanna be alone, and he’s got his shoes on and out the door before you’ve finished talking.

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1d1195 · 3 months

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Dolcezza VII

Read Dolcezza here.

Warnings: more angst, stalking stuff, some fluff. that's pretty much it.

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“Hi, Principessa,” he whispered.

“Hi Harry,” there was a breath of laughter in her voice, and it felt like winning the lottery. All his organs felt like they had their own heartbeats and they all simultaneously skipped one beat. God, she was so pretty.

Despite the mail she received—and despite seeing him in the same building—there was nothing to report for the rest of that week. She got her car back on Monday, there was no creepy presence around her, and it felt safe again. No one followed her to the gym, the grocery store, or even when she went into the office. But there was one little thing that indicated it was still, in fact, a problem for her. Subconsciously she knew it wasn’t just going away and as much as she pushed it away, it all but stared right back at her.

She didn’t tell Harry about the picture.

Every part of her wanted to tell him the moment she looked at it. She stuffed it back in the pile of her mail, left her to do list and nearly tripped as she sprinted back down the steps and hurrying out of the alleyway like there was someone there, lurking in the shadows. She burst into the kitchen looking a bit alarmed, but Harry was laughing at Niall. Didn’t even hear what it was that made the happiest sound she had ever heard come from his lips.

Telling him would ruin that happiness.

The middle of a shift didn’t seem like the right time to present the information. When they returned to Harry’s place, it seemed ridiculous to bring it up. Especially when his lips were right in front of her, and she was dying to kiss him like she needed it to continue breathing.

So over the next few days, she convinced herself it wasn’t that bad. Outwardly, she assured herself it wasn’t that bad. The guy never broke the distance rule outlined in the restraining order. It was scary yes, but then... a second week passed. Then a third. Before she knew it, she felt comfortable venturing out on her own during the day. It just seemed like an extra thing she needed to worry about which seemed so silly when he wasn’t there.

It was blindingly stupid on her part. The most annoying, nagging part of her brain reminded her that this was a serious, horrible thing and she should have told Harry about the picture immediately. Even telling him now nearly a month after the fact would be better than not telling him. Honestly, she should have told everyone under the sun. But it had been almost a month! He was gone, it seemed. If he wasn’t going to make a move now, after the picture, the note, coming into the restaurant for God’s sake... it wasn’t something she needed to worry about.

At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.

Besides. There were plenty of other things she could worry over.

The larger part of her brain—the part that told her this wasn’t a big deal, that it wasn’t that serious (perhaps it was the part of her brain that was trying to tirelessly keep her calm)—was constantly overshadowing the part that wanted her running to the police.

After the day she saw him, she didn’t think much of it. Almost like when Eleanor told Harry about it on one of her first visits home. It wasn’t a big deal. Really it wasn’t. He was creepy at worst but otherwise harmless.

But he had never sent a picture of her before.

No, it was fine. She had her family’s incessant messages to worry about. There was Emma’s school work to edit, her mom’s venting sessions, James’ financial difficulties, and her own daily life to tend to. There was simply too much on her plate to worry about someone who had proven to be harmless for almost two years. Eleanor wanted to know if she had time to read her article before she sent it to her editor. Harry was asking about dinner.

Her to do list seemed about ten miles long.

No, it wasn’t a big deal. Repeating it helped. She could feel the anxiety leaving her chest. A weight off her shoulders. It wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t a big deal.

It was not a big deal.

Harry was the best boyfriend.

He texted her every moment of the day they weren’t together. Well... most moments. It wasn’t to the point of excess. It had been so long since she felt that kind of excitement waiting for Harry’s name to show up on her screen. Even though she had been friends with him for nearly a year, it was so nice to feel butterflies in her stomach with each adorable message he wrote.

Can’t stop thinking about you, Principessa.

Making garlic bread for when you’re done working. (Garlic bread messages were one of her favorite ones to receive from him.)

I know there’s something wrong with me... but please come down as soon as you’re done. I’m missing you so much and I saw you only yesterday.

It was adorably sweet. She wished she wasn’t so busy with work that she could run downstairs and say hi to him more often. During a fifteen-minute break between meetings she ran down to get her mail so she could possibly run into him taking out the trash. It was beyond silly. She should have just asked him to come see her in the alleyway. Even if it was for a minute. But she was a little overwhelmed with how much she liked Harry, and it clouded her mind, making her overthink a little too much.

Fortunately, she had a plethora of people to distract her from making an idiot of herself in front of Harry. Her group chat with James and Emma alerted her during her lunch break, preventing her from running down to see Harry once more. Mom’s birthday? Emma wrote.

Don’t look at me. James responded immediately. She sighed, adding another item to her to do list.

Does anyone know if Dad got her anything?After two minutes of nothing back she sighed. Never mind. That was a dumb question.

She rubbed her forehead going to her notes for anything her mom had mentioned recently. After trying to come up with gift ideas for everyone under the sun for years and always stressing herself silly, she finally started keeping lists of anything someone mentioned something they liked or saw. The item immediately got added to the list and made her holidays and birthdays infinitely easier.

You’re the best, Sis. James sent a kissy face.

Can you read my scholarship application essay? Emma asked instead of thanking her. Small steps, she supposed. She added that to her to do list as well.

Eleanor’s face illuminated her screen as she finished responding to Emma with reassurance that she would read it by the end of the day. “Hey El, what’s up?”

“Just wondering why you hate me,” she sighed.

She rolled her eyes smiling at her dramatics. “Christ Eleanor, give her a break,” she heard Louis in the background of the call.

“Just... been really busy the past couple weeks,” she said. It was true. Between the chores, work, her car, the anxiety, and her newly found relationship, it was a lot. Add in the extras now, reading essays, birthday shopping, it was... overwhelming. As usual, she downplayed it to Eleanor and even Harry. Seeing Harry each day, while perfect and lovely, left little time for her to get what she needed done. But she knew he was really worried about her since she saw her stalker. She prioritized seeing Harry above almost all else. It wasn’t hard. Honestly, it was better than most of the tasks she needed to do, but it helped ease a little bit of the... guilt she felt about being happy not doing other things that needed to get done knowing that it eased Harry’s anxiety too.

Especially since he wasn’t aware of the picture.

“You don’t have time to call me in between dickings?” Eleanor asked seriously. She heard Louis snort. She was glad it was a phone call and not a videochat so Louis wouldn’t get to see her blushing madly at Eleanor's bluntness.

“I’m going to hang up, now...”

“Okay, okay, but seriously. I’ve missed you. What’s going on?”

So, they spent the remainder of her lunch break chatting and catching up.

Again, the anxiety, the overwhelming emotions... everything... she didn’t tell Eleanor about the most recent updates regarding the stalker. It seemed needless. Eleanor was a whole plane ride away. It wasn’t like she could come out and protect her. Plus, with him no longer hanging around, no pictures, no notes... it seemed stupid to even bring it up.

But the nagging part of her brain reminded her that it was on the tip of her tongue the entire time they chatted.

“I miss you,” she giggled at Eleanor’s impression of Louis complaining about her need to decorate their house like a Pinterest board. It was all good fun because she knew that Louis would let her do whatever she wanted if it made her happy. It was why she loved Louis as her best friend-in-law.

“I’m going to try to come for your Mum’s birthday,” Eleanor’s smile was evident in her voice, and it made her heart warm. She imagined their spa days in their dorm room. Eleanor always helped curl her hair and was extremely kind and considerate of her excessive helpfulness toward her family. As grateful as she was to be done with final exams, late night study sessions, and crummy dining hall food, she longed for the quietness, the simplicity of laying across Eleanor’s plastic mattress and telling her about the cute guy she saw in her lecture.

“Oh, El... That’s so nice,” she frowned feeling emotion bubbling in her chest. It was more than both her siblings were doing. But as excited as she was about seeing her best friend, the nagging part of her brain reminded her how she would need to get Eleanor at the airport. Of course, she wanted that. She wanted to see her best friend. But it was yet another thing she would need to do.

“I know I called you and now I’m rushing off, but I just wanted to triple check that everything was good since I hadn’t heard from you. I’m going to be late to a meeting, so I have to go. I love you, and I’ll see you soon! Send Harry and Niall my love.”

“Love you too,” she responded with a smile.

“Enjoy your dickings,” she called at the last second making her face flame even though she was alone.

Begrudgingly, she returned to her to do list. Almost instantly her head felt a little achy.

She was going to have to tell Harry she had to stay in tonight. There was simply too much to get done and not enough of her to go around. Tomorrow would be better... maybe. Honestly, she could stand two nights in (and a vacation—but that was minorly unrelated). But the idea of not seeing Harry made her feel miserable. She knew he would understand, but it felt terrible to think about telling him. In the month since she slept at his place for the first time, there were maybe two or three nights total they had spent apart. One of them was only because she got stuck at her parents’ place helping Emma with her choir concert practice late one evening.

But it was Wednesday.

There were a lot of things that had changed about her relationship with Harry, but she would be damned if she didn’t sit at that bar and eat eggplant with spaghetti and garlic bread while watching him work every Wednesday.

Harry lost track of time. It didn’t happen as much anymore because it felt like every minute spent without the precious woman who lived upstairs was an utter waste. One moment, as far as he knew, she was still working. It would be hours before he saw her. But in the next, he was nearly dropping the veggie broth from the freezer seeing her at the bar outside the kitchen window.

She looked beautiful. So beautiful, it was why he nearly dropped the broth. It was adorable. The way he made pots and pans clatter at the sight of her. It made her stomach flip that he had such a reaction to little ole her.

The sweet girl was finally all his, which seemed like magic in itself. This beautiful angel—that he had literally and figuratively fallen for almost a year ago—was all his. Every time he held her hand or slept beside her, it felt like he was in heaven. It almost felt like he didn’t deserve it sometimes because he had spent so long waiting. But he wouldn’t give up a second of that time. There was no pressure, it was meant to happen when it was supposed to happen. But he was utterly grateful the time was now and not a moment further in the future.

But of course, she smiled at him. He ached to kiss her lips and touch her skin. It was like some primal need. “Hi, Principessa,” he whispered.

“How was work?” He asked trying to quell the excitement that was shaking everything inside of him.

She nodded. “Good, busy. I was going to come down at lunch, but Eleanor called,” she explained. “Sorry,” she frowned as she added the apology to her little explanation.

He frowned too. Not because he was disappointed, but because she thought he was. “S’okay, kitten. M’glad you’re here now. Everything okay?”

She knew there was deeper meaning behind what he was asking. It was essentially a signal that he unknowingly decided on, so that she could answer in public, and Harry could ask without overwhelming her and more importantly, without being obvious. “I’m okay, Harry,” she smiled sweetly.

But Harry was getting used to every little twitch of her eyebrows, every minute pinch of her lips, or the tiny scrunch of her nose. As beautiful as she always looked Harry could see the exhaustion creasing the space between her eyebrows. Seeing it up close as he did now, he realized how many times he missed it while pining over her for the better part of a year. There was stress showing behind her kind smile. Every word she said sounded a little more strained. But as attuned to her as she was, he could sense the willingness she was forcing herself to push forward. Like if she ignored her feelings, they would go away.

“I can’t stay over though,” she pouted. He frowned this time because of actual disappointment. Still not disappointed in her, just the situation. Sleeping without her seemed criminal, now. He had spent almost thirty years of life without sleeping with her. But now it seemed wrong and awful to do anything but wake up to her soft hair tickling his nose and her warm body pressed up against him. It wouldn’t be ideal, but he would manage.

“Do y’need help?” He asked coming from the kitchen to lean in front of her against the bar. It was a bit chaotic back there. But Niall could hold it down for a minute while he chatted with her. He grabbed a glass of water while he stood before her.

Honestly, he knew better than to ask if she needed help, he should have just done something for her. Of course, she would brush him off. It was lucky her car had broken down that day. She had no choice but to take Harry up on his offer to drive her around. He was grateful to the car gods. Her car dying was the best thing that could have happened to their relationship.

“Just... you’re very distracting,” she admitted, her cheeks pinking under his gaze. He gave a half smirk.

“Oh?”

She nodded. “You know that...” she grumbled and looked away from him briefly before returning her gaze to him again. “I just...” she sighed. “I need to get a few things done without distraction,” she sucked her lip into her mouth. “Does that make you mad?” She wondered.

Oh fuck. She was going to break his heart. Or cause a heart attack. That was the sweetest thing she could have said. But it broke his faith in the people in her life to hear her ask her question so shyly. Like not hanging out with him would make him love her any less. “No, Principessa. Not even a little. You’re entitled t’ your own time. Course, I’ll miss you, kitten. But y’can have all the time y’want t’yourself.”

“Oh...I don’t want to be by myself. But I need to. If you’re around I’ll just want to kiss and snuggle and stuff,” she looked at the bar and tapped her fingers on the flat surface. Harry thought his heart might pop as he chuckled to himself.

“Hmm,” he hummed. That was definitely preferable. Hearing that she wanted to be around him but needed to get some stuff done. It was also undeniably the cutest thing he had ever heard—and he already thought she was the cutest. “I can live with that. Another day?” He suggested tilting her chin up so he could lock his eyes on hers.

It felt like he stole all her breath. Her vocal cords were surely possessed by Harry now. He was gazing at her like she was the most special thing in the world. Her lashes fluttered slightly trying to grip the last of her coherent thoughts. “Oh... oh, uh... tomorrow?” She asked.

He nodded with a smirk and kissed her swiftly, a brush of the lips so as not to distract her a moment longer. “I’d come by at two in the morning, kitten,” he promised. “Any time, y’ask. M’there,” he headed back for the kitchen leaving her a mess and heart fluttering.

Harry was doing his best to not freak out. It was easier to chant it to himself each time he saw the frown etched on her lips, or the crease between her eyebrows painting her features with frustration. It was a miracle she could continue standing and breathing at the same time. She did more in an hour of time than most people did in a week. It made his chest ache with worry over her. Nights were his favorite, especially when he had the day off (but still ended up cooking a delicious meal) so she didn’t have to cook. She spent his day off at his place, waking up and working at his dining room table after making Niall breakfast before he headed to Dolcezza. “Tesorino, Harry simply doesn’t deserve someone as sweet as you,” he sighed dramatically biting into whatever she made that morning (muffins, eggs, or pancakes).

Harry slept in only slightly on his days off. The moment she heard his bathroom door click she had tea and food laid out for him at the table beside her before he even realized what was happening. She was back at her laptop before he could say anything else. He kissed the top of her head leaving her to work and spread himself across the sofa and watched his shows. If he needed to run errands, he did, but it was hard to leave the house knowing she was there. Just a room away.

It was easy to fall into routine almost instantly. Other than their weekly routines, they went to visit her parents one other weekend aside from the first, but the visit was much shorter and much more relaxed. Harry was a crowd favorite. Emma was in love with him. She could see it in her younger sister’s eyes. But she couldn’t fully blame her. Her parents adored him—it was instant. That she knew well, too. James would have visited as well, but he got an internship at the local police station. It was a great opportunity for him to see more and more before he entered the career officially for himself. But Ethan was very grateful to not see the lovebirds which James was happy to tell him about every chance he got.

Harry liking her family was a dream come true.

Other pieces of their routine included Harry sleeping in her bed. It was also a dream come true. Harry thought it was the best because it smelled overwhelmingly like her. They mainly slept there the night before she had to drive herself to work so she had quick access to her car. She tried with all her might to leave silently, but Harry always managed to steal her kiss meant for the top of his head and snag her lips between his instead right before she departed. Harry had her apartment key now, not Antonio. As overwhelmed with how quickly things moved with Harry, it felt like magic. After pining for three quarters of the year for him, it seemed simple to integrate him so seamlessly into her life.

On Wednesday’s she still sat at the bar and watched him cook through the window. Patiently through most of the shift even though he told her countless times she could go upstairs. But she refused to leave. Leo sometimes kept her company, working hard on their coloring skills. One week she read a book with him doing her best to teach him sounds and symbols that he was starting to learn in preschool. It had Antonio falling for her kindness as much as Harry fell for it. “Are you the best big brother?” She asked Leo with a light giggle. Harry loved watching her with Leo. The five-year-old adored her nearly as much as the rest of them did.

Leo nodded proudly. “Mumma said I’m the best,” he told her. She smiled.

“I knew you would be,” she smiled and ruffled his hair gently. “Can’t wait to meet him.”

“Can he color with us?” Leo asked.

“Maybe in a few years, but I bet he could watch us,” she promised. Harry imagined her with the little one attached to her in a twist of fabric holding the baby around her torso. It did something to him that wasn’t normal, and he knew his face was heating up and it wasn’t from the water boiling in front of him.

“Tesorino, surely you want more than Harry,” Antonio rolled his eyes. The moment he realized that Harry had stolen her heart officially (courtesy of Niall shouting it the moment she arrived to the entire kitchen staff the day following their first kiss) he had not stopped antagonizing Harry. She simply laughed.

“I don’t think so,” she shook her head. “Not many people can handle my family.”

“Well, he works in an Italian restaurant; requires a special skillset,” Antonio affirmed.

“That’s true...” she giggled again continuing her coloring. “You may have inadvertently trained him for my family specifically.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “They weren’t that bad, Principessa.”

“I still think you could do better,” Antonio said knowingly. Harry thought his eyes might get stuck rolling once more at his boss’s words.

“I don’t think so,” she said so softly. Almost like she didn’t want Antonio to hear. Or cared if he heard. She knew he was joking. But Harry heard her quiet voice and he melted so thoroughly; he was lucky there wasn’t a puddle of himself on the floor for everyone to slip through if they exited the kitchen.

“Prin-pessa?” Leo asked.

“Yes, honey?” She turned her attention to him, looking at him as if he was the only one in the world. Harry knew that feeling well.

“Are you going to marry Harry?” He asked.

Her cheeks flamed and Antonio laughed so hard he could hardly catch his breath. Once Niall caught wind of it, he laughed just as hard and Harry smirked, looking at his boiling pasta. “Uh...” she cleared her throat wishing he would jump in to save her. “We’re just dating right now,” she explained as if a preschooler would understand what that meant.

“I love you, Leo,” Niall called from the window.

Her hair fell in front of her face to cover her expression and Harry shook his head at Niall. “Leave her alone,” he grumbled.

“I wanna marry you, Prin-pessa,” Leo said shyly, tucking his face into his neck a bit. Like it was difficult to say.

“Oh, I see,” Antonio was cackling. He nudged Harry with his elbow. “Tell Harry he has competition, Leo.”

“Oh goodness,” she whispered. “Leo, when you’re old enough, we can talk about getting married,” she pulled him off his seat and into her lap. She kissed the top of his head and nuzzled her face into the top of his head.

He frowned, making eye contact with Harry. He winked at him with a shake of his head and shy smile. The cute little bugger was going to give him a run for his money. “Like when I’m six?”

Harry could see the exhaustion setting in more so this week than the last month and half combined. Every time he thought she would have less to do by the end of the week, it seemed like fate wanted her busy as could be. Every time her phone rang, she added a new item to her to do list. Her mum’s birthday was just around the corner. Her apartment needed to be cleaned (Harry wasn’t sure dust existed up there, but he knew better than to interrupt one of her weekly cleaning fits). She would need to get Eleanor from the airport.

“Principessa,” he said softly as he watched her fold laundry and read Emma’s essay at the same time.

“Hmm?” She hummed her eyes trailing as she folded a T-shirt as if she worked in retail her whole life.

“Could I pick Eleanor up from the airport?” He asked.

She turned from her laptop screen and dropped the folded T-shirt into the basket. “What?”

He smirked. “Your friend Eleanor? Y’remember her, yeah?”

She rolled her eyes. “You would...do that?” She asked.

“Course, kitten. I’d do anything for you,” he shrugged. “I’ll call her and handle it tomorrow?” He offered.

Her expression looked so relieved. A minor little thing that he didn’t know could create so much happiness. A simple little gesture, a tiny piece of help. It hardly made her to do list any shorter. But her thankfulness was so thick in the air, Harry nearly tasted it. It was no question Harry thought she was always beautiful, but right now, she was somehow more stunning.

She stopped folding laundry. It was the exact problem she told him about and he couldn’t help but smile anyway as she straddled his lap and melted into his embrace kissing him when he really knew she needed to get some things done on her to do list.

But there wasn’t a person, place, or thing on her to do list that could pull Harry away from her lips.

It was Wednesday yet again. “M’taking five t’call Eleanor,” he told Niall.

“What a good boyfriend you are,” Niall chuckled.

“Gotta beat out Leo, y’know?” he winked and headed to the alleyway to keep the noise of the kitchen and the roar of the main room from bothering Eleanor.

In true Eleanor fashion, she didn’t even answer with hello. “I hate when you call me, Harry. I always think it’s going to be something horrible.”

He chuckled. “S’nothing, serious,” he promised. The timing was just so she could tell her right when she came to say hi, in fact, he thought he saw her headlights illuminating the entry to the alley. It would be good news for her after a long day. She had to run to her Mum’s after work because Emma needed her help with about a thousand scholarship things. Taking an item officially off her to do list would be good. “We haven’t seen him since we made cupcakes for Emma,” he shrugged kicking at the rock on the ground absentmindedly.

There were moments in Harry’s life that he definitely knew he messed up. Cutting the hair off Gemma’s doll when he was five. Losing the money his mom gave him for books in college because of a poker bet. Or when he was so tired, he grabbed the hot baking sheet directly from the oven without a glove or rag and burned his hand so that he was out of commission and out of the kitchen for a week.

Telling Eleanor that they saw her stalker was immediately the top spot for one of the worst things he had ever done.

Eleanor inhaled sharply. “You...” her voice died, and the silence was so thick, so horrible, Harry could feel the mistake he made claw through every inch of his circulatory system begging for a way out of his body.

But it was too late. “Shit,” he whispered to himself.

“You...” she tried again. “You saw him?” she whispered as if she was trying to piece the idea together with the words. It didn’t make sense. That was wrong. Harry was playing a joke, surely. Right? Right? “HE SAW HER?”

“Oh... oh no,” Harry whispered. “She... she didn’t tell you.” It’s supposed to be a question, but it came out as a statement. Oh no. “Eleanor, I—” But it was too late, before Harry could utter another word, she was gone. How could she not tell her best friend? He never even told her he would pick her up from the airport. Calling her back brought him right to voicemail. He had no choice but to go back in.

The love of his life was already in the kitchen making her way to the door for him.

Harry saw her yell at Emma pretty badly that first day he met her family. But that was nothing in comparison to the furious look in her eye presently. He didn’t know she could look so mad. “You told on me?”

Harry felt tongue-tied stepping back into the alley. “I-I... I didn’t—Principessa, y’have t’know.... I thought you told Eleanor—”

She rubbed her temple with her fingertips holding the phone out half an arm length in the other hand. “Of course, I didn’t tell her,” her teeth were clenched tight as she said it. It was distracting to listen to just her while Eleanor was shrieking through the speaker.

“Kitten, respectfully, that doesn’t make any sense...she’s y’best friend.”

“Which is why I didn’t tell her!”

“M’really not following, my love. M’confused. I... I know I shouldn’t have told her, but... I really truly assumed—”

“I can’t do this right now,” she snapped and stormed for the entry way to her apartment. With the phone to her ear, she nearly had to shout to be heard over Eleanor. “I will call you in two minutes!” She shoved her phone in her pocket and rubbed her temples again.

Harry closed the door before she could hurry away. “Whoa, hey. Principessa—please stop. I don’t understand—”

“Of course, you don’t understand!” She shouted and put a hand on her forehead and avoided meeting his gaze.

“M’confused,” he repeated so softly, it was a whisper. Hardly to be heard over the crowd that was chattering down in front of the restaurant and almost spilling into the alleyway while waiting. With the warming spring weather on the way, more and more people were willing to wait outside. Even on a Wednesday night.

To be fair, she was more than overwhelmed. She was tired, busy, and overworked. Snapping at Harry wasn’t fair at all. She could rationalize that while she continued to feel angry at him. “I am really frustrated, and I need to go to bed,” she whispered. Tears filled her eyes, and she felt her phone continually vibrating in her pocket. She knew it was Eleanor, worried beyond belief. She groaned and pulled the phone and pressed the speaker button.

“El—”

“I know you hide this stuff from your family, but I thought I was the line,” she snapped immediately. She sounded angry. It was all Harry’s fault they were arguing. “I thought you would always tell me what you were feeling because you feel like you can’t tell anyone else. Have you ever thought that you only have yourself to depend on because you don’t let anyone else have the chance?”

Harry felt sick hearing her best friend say that out loud. “Fuck you, El,” she muttered with a shake of her head.

“Fuck me? Fuck you. What do you mean?! How could you not tell me!?”

“Eleanor,” she could hear Louis from the other end.

“I can’t do this right now.”

“Oh, you’re not getting rid of me. Call me every name in the book but your Taurus is showing full force right now,” she hissed.

The poor thing was just as angry as Eleanor. Her whole body was shaking with anger. All of her muscles felt tense. Like a dog sensing danger before anyone has time to figure out the problem. She hung up again and was immediately met with more phone calls.

“Kitten, I didn’t know she didn’t know...” Harry repeated. He looked apologetic. Remorseful even. Like he really didn’t know he was going to open a can of worms. She stared at her feet, her eyelashes glittering as tears clung to them. There were several silent moments, just listening to the sound of the crowd and the vibration coming from her pocket. “M’sorry, kitten... really... I guess... jus’ lemme walk you up,” he sighed, resigned that it wouldn’t be fixed before bed. Immediately, she went first, Harry following close behind. His phone vibrated. He ignored it. But after the first call ended, it vibrated again right as they reached the top of the stairs. “It’s Eleanor,” he murmured.

She sighed bitterly, grabbed his phone. “I’m saying good night to Harry. I’ll call you in fifteen seconds,” she hung up again. “Good night,” she muttered staring back at the floor.

“Principessa,” he felt so terrible and sad. “I’m so sorry,” he promised.

“I know, me too,” she looked teary and frustrated. She pecked his cheek and went inside without another word. But Harry felt like complete shit as he stood there. He heard the frantic sound of her voice from the other side of the door, and he didn’t want to do it, but he couldn’t leave without knowing. He closed his eyes and knocked. “Are you serious, Harry?” She hissed pressing the phone to her chest.

He sighed shoving his hands in his pockets. Biting the inside of his lip, he felt deflated and horrible. “Can y’lock your door, please, Principessa?” Harry swore her gaze softened ever so slightly. If he wasn’t so in love with her, and so attuned to those tiny eye twitches of her, he might have missed it.

“Jesus Christ,” she grumbled and slapped the door shut and snapped the lock in place. Sighing, he headed back for Dolcezza. At least she was safe.

Niall took one look at him as he returned to his kitchen post and whistled. “Oh, that’s not good,” he murmured. Harry ran his hand over his face and shook his head. “Must have been an exciting five minutes,” he raised his eyebrows waiting for Harry to elaborate.

“Forget it, let’s finish up,” he mumbled. “I want t’go home and go t’bed.”

It was like the universe was trying to tell her something. She just didn’t know what. The long afternoon/evening at her family’s, her argument with both Harry and Eleanor...she was exhausted.

So rather than deal with the issue at hand, she stared at the steering wheel like it was the sole reason for all the betrayal. “Why?” She asked simply and pulled up her app for the car service. Naturally, on a rainy day, they were overwhelmingly busy and wouldn’t be there for over two hours. Stupid hunk of metal.

Ubering seemed like a terrible idea and even though she was irritated with Harry, she didn’t want to upset him that much by doing something even stupider. The rain was pouring on her windshield in sheets. James texted as she looked at her weather app to see if it would let up anytime soon or if she was stuck walking in the rain. It was a safe bet that it would be the latter, of course.

Hi Sis...uh...I need groceries again. There was an embarrassed-emoji along with his message. Right now, she wanted to scream at everyone. It felt like agony trying to come up with a response in that moment, so she ignored him.

Naturally, another message came through. Good morning, Principessa. Hope you have a good day. She knew Harry was trying. But right then, she didn’t want to deal with that either.

Rubbing her temples, she grabbed the umbrella she kept in her car, zipped her bag up so no rain would get in, and locked the car once she stepped out. A walk in the rain, might honestly, be exactly what she needed.

However, she would never find out if the rain was going to cleanse her mind because she only got another two blocks before someone beeped at her. She jumped in alarm, the umbrella nearly taking off with the wind. “What are you doing?!” Harry called out the passenger window leaning toward her. His eyes were wide in surprise, worry painting his features, and his cheeks were red—like he had spent his drive over screaming in his car like she wished she could have. Maybe there was something to what Eleanor had said about her Taurus showing. She was still pretty mad at him and had a mind to just keep walking. Instead, she just stared at him, the rain pattering on her umbrella. “Principessa, get in the car.” She didn’t like the way he ordered her, stubborn on her part once more. For a moment longer, she just stood there, staring at him and his car. Part of her wanted to disappear out of thin air. Poof. “Kitten, please,” he begged gently. “M’not letting y’walk t’work in the rain. S’not happening.” It was awfully hard to be mad at him when he was unbelievably nice. She sighed heavily, yanked the door open and closed it once inside. The warm heater felt good in comparison to the chilly rain. They sat in silence while Harry pulled into a parking spot so he could turn around. It was still early enough the roads weren’t too busy and no one paid attention to his maneuver. “I’m sorry, Principessa,” he said again.

It felt illegal to be in the car with him without holding his hand, but she was cranky and upset. Maybe she should have just held his hand. Make up for the time being. But it felt like it was more than that.

“Why are you even here this early?” She asked.

“To apologize,” he sighed. “I didn’t sleep.”

She frowned, feeling guilty that he didn’t sleep. Her own sleep was a bit restless, so she knew how he felt. “I’m sorry,” she murmured staring out the window.

“M’not worried, ‘bout that, m’love,” he sighed rubbing a hand over his face. “I want us t’be okay.”

The fact he still saw an us was a good sign. “I’m still upset,” she admitted. He nodded and gripped the steering wheel tighter.

“I know,” he released another long breath and rubbed the back of his head. “I’m so sorry I upset you, sincerely,” he promised. “I hated not sleeping with you,” he glanced at her peripherally, minding the slick wet roads. He looked so sad. It was hard for her to stay grumpy. Sad Harry should have been as illegal as not holding hands with him.

Plus, she hated not sleeping with him too but telling him that would be admitting that she was wrong. At least a little. “I didn’t like it either,” she whispered.

“Thank God,” he sighed. She smirked despite herself and shook her head. “Can we talk tonight?” He asked.

She nodded. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you,” her voice was soft and creaky. Harry didn’t want her to cry before work. He frowned.

“We can talk ‘bout it tonight. I’ll pick y’up when you're done,” he promised.

“You don’t have to—”

“Principessa,” he shook his head. “Please.”

She bit the inside of her lip and nodded. “Okay, if you’re sure.”

“Very,” he promised. “M’gonna make it up t’you. Promise.”

“You better. Didn’t get garlic bread last night.”

He chuckled. “First on m’own to do list, kitten.”

Harry spent the day trying not to freak out while he cleaned her already spotless apartment. How do you know this place is dirty enough it needs to be cleaned? He texted her.

You do NOT have to clean

I know... I know, Principessa. But I want to. Really want to.

Thank you, Harry. Really.

So it felt a little better. Harry didn’t feel like he was going to throw up the way he did during his restless sleep.

Of course, my love.

Harry wanted to make her garlic bread and run her a bath. He thought she needed a back massage and a personal assistant, but he could only manage so much. So, he cleaned instead; going over surfaces that seemed so spotless, it was ridiculous to even clean them. But he knew it would make her happy.

But while cleaning off her little dining table he knocked over her mail pile. Frowning, he gathered the envelopes and coupons into a semi-organized pile to put back. But there was a picture peeking out of the pile. A glossy print.

All at once, he wanted to throw up again. His hands shook and he dug through the pile looking for more photos before he could stop himself. He sifted and came up short but found the note that went with it. All his cleaning was nearly for naught given he was about to throw up all over her floor. “No,” he whispered to himself.

Work was uneventful except she felt like she made ten thousand mistakes she would have to go over the next day. It might have been better had she stayed home. She almost left early just so she wouldn’t bother Harry in the middle of the dinner rush. As nice as it was to chat with Harry (sparingly), it felt like something was really wrong the whole day and caused more distraction that she didn’t need.

When Harry picked her up at five-thirty exactly, interrupting the early bouts of the dinner rush, she remarked on how bad she felt about bothering him. “I could have walked,” she mumbled.

He shook his head and winced at the thought. “I’d be heartbroken, Principessa.”

The ride back was tense and quiet. The progress made in the morning seemed to disappear the closer they got to Dolcezza. Harry parked outside the restaurant. The line was starting to build, and she just felt worse and worse about having him come get her. The messages from her siblings nagged on her brain too. Eleanor texted her a thousand questions.

And Harry spent the day cleaning her apartment.

It was all too much.

She was frustrated. Her embarrassment fed into how frustrated she was as well. Eleanor calling her out for exactly the reason she didn’t let other people help her, because she didn’t want to bother or burden others with her needs, made her extra self-conscious.

“I feel like you’re doing too much for me,” she whispered. “It’s not necessary.”

“Principessa,” he nearly scoffed. “That’s insane.”

“I’m not worth all the fuss, Harry,” she whispered quietly.

There was too much on her plate. She was running herself too thin and weary. Harry telling Eleanor about the reappearance of her stalker was just too much. People worrying about her made her feel self-conscious. No one was supposed to worry about her. She worried about others.

“Principessa,” he whispered just as softly, he reached for her, but she turned her face. Looked out the window.

“You told Eleanor. Behind my back.”

“Kitten, she loves you and—”

“I don’t want her worrying about me. What is she going to do a plane ride away? It’s not even worth it. Now she’s going to be stressed and—”

“Kitten, what’s wrong. You’re acting—”

“Acting what, Harry? Crazy? Of course, I am. I don’t like people worrying about me. There’s nothing to worry about. He obviously saw me holding hands with Niall or with you and he hasn’t been around—”

“Obviously s’not true if he took pictures of you. I understand that s’hard for you t’accept help. I really, truly—” At that point the air left her lungs and she turned back to him. Her eyes looked watery. It looked as if someone just told her some of the worst news in the world—as if she was diagnosed with a terminal illness. Harry didn’t understand the reaction. “What—”

“You went through my mail?”

Harry felt his body deflate. His jaw dropped ever so slightly. The silence in the car may as well have been filled with screams. Harry looked at his lap because he realized how bad it was. His heart hurt, instantly. It was beating too fast, and it hurt. Ached. Felt like his lungs had been squeezed shut. He knew he messed up. He knew.

“I didn’t go through it... the stack fell while I was cleaning... and I picked it up and... m’not apologizing, kitten,” a beat of silence ensued again. Harry felt betrayed as much as she did. Her answer scared him. “You knew? I thought y’jus’ hadn’t gone through y’mail again. Y’didn’t tell me?” Now it was her time to be silent. She looked back out the window and Harry could see the gentle shake of her shoulders. “Principessa,” he cooed. “S’terrifying and you’re brushing it off because y’don’t think you’re worth being cared for and you’re wrong. It’s so wrong and s’hurting me more than if you—”

Instead, she interrupted, her voice cracking while she tried not to cry, but nonetheless an angry biting tone. “Thank you, for the ride Harry. For making sure I’m okay. I’m good though. I don’t need your help. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” She got out of the car before Harry could stop her and slammed the door shut behind her.

Harry was speechless and hurt. Frozen with shock and sadness as he watched her retreating figure head up to her apartment. “Goddammit,” he hissed smacking the steering wheel.

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smooth-perceval · 7 months

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Angsty lando pleaseeeeee

This is my first rq omg, sorry it was rushed I have like 7 drafts and I’m trying to clear them out 🥲🫶🏼❤️

Surrender

Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader was only trying to console Lando, Lando throws a hissy fit- and some truths are spilled. The ‘argument’ being quickly extinguished.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, very annoyed reader+Lando, fluff ending

Key: Y/N (Your Name) Y/L/N (your last name)

Word count: 1,397

A/N: I cannot see Lando being mean- so it was kinda weird to write 😂 Sarcastic asf? Yes! Mean- it seems so odd but I hope I done okay ❤️

Wether Lando was annoyed or not- I shouldn’t have recieved the back end of it.

I only asked a simple “you okay?” And I got back. “Just leave me the fuck alone.” Before storming back over to the car hopping back in and out on track.

Debating wether to go back to the drivers room or stay - I finally decided that going back to the drivers room was my best option. I felt embarrassed- after 4 people asked me if I was okay, I felt to upset and awkward to be around them.

My face was Ferrari red- no joke, shuffling my way back to the drivers room, I sat in pure silence. Did I really say anything bad? Did I actually annoy him and it wasn’t the car? Questioning my intentions for the next 10 minutes or so is all I did. Before I came to the perfect idea and decided to just leave in general, go back to the hotel and dwell on it all there.

While I had the chance to run I did. Straight back to our hotel and straight into the shower, a day washed away once again. I made quick effort to change into a simple shorts pyjama set, lounging out on the small sofa they had in the room.

—

My phone re-woke me. Grabbing ahold and answering, only to realise who it was when the angry voice spoke down the line.

“Where the hell are you?!”

“Back at the hotel?”

“I’ve looked everywhere for you! Nobody knew! You didn’t tell me!!” Rubbing my eyes, a yawn escaping me. I tutted at him climbing off the sofa and into the bed.

“I fell asleep and forgot to message sorry-”

“I’m nearly at the hotel.” And with that he hung up, here I anxiously sat. I get the annoyance but he was the reason I left in the first place.

Sighing I mentally prepared myself for the lecture I was about to withstand. And truthfully I couldn’t be asked for it.

“Y/N.” The door unlocked and he barged in.

“Seriously- what the hell is going on with you? I needed you at the pits today.” Frowning he stormed off into the bathroom.

“Errr- No, you told me to ‘leave you the fuck alone’ so I did.” Leaning over the bed I put my phone on charge.

“Just cause I said it, didn’t mean I meant it.” Tutting I hear him switch on the shower waiting around for it to warm up, he walked back out facing me.

“Wether you meant it or not Lando. I didn’t deserve it.”

“Well who else am I supposed to let my anger out on.” Throwing his hands up in the air like it’s the most problematic thing in his life at the moment.

“You can vent to me any day- you know that. But I won’t take rudeness.”

“I wasn’t fucking rude!” Shaking his head laughing to himself he went back into the bathroom slamming the door.

“There you go again. Just because your cars shit! Don’t take it out on me.” Laying back on the bed with a groan I stared up at the ceiling.

What a dick.

“My car is not shit-” glancing over at him now standing back outside the bathroom door, he looked so pissed off- but why is it okay for him to say stuff and not me.

“Did I touch a nerve?”

“What made you even bring that up? We wasn’t talking about that.”

“The whole reason for your sour mood is that car.”

“Can’t a guy just have a bad day.” Pulling his hoodie off throwing it on the floor.

“There’s a bad day and then a bad weekend. And you’ve been an asshole to me this whole weekend. If it’s not the car then what? Is it me?” Raising my eyebrows at him I sat on the edge of the bed.

“Your talking stupid again.” And once again he stormed into the bathroom, stripping down to his underwear.

“Then what is it?- I’m not a mind-reader Lando! I can’t help unless you tell me what’s pissed you off.”

“Your not listening! Nothing has pissed me off, fucking hell.” I could’ve got whiplash the amount of times he has stormed in and out that bathroom.

The hot and cold was pissing me off- and before I knew it, all the calmness washed away from me- and all the built up annoyance and anger reeled out.

“You are so frustrating- do you understand that.” Furrowing my brows I stood up, gesturing my hands in front of me.

“One minute it’s ‘can’t a guy have a bad day’ then it’s ‘I’m not pissed off’ or it’s ‘I needed you in the garage today’ but your not pissed off right? So why did you need me. Do you understand how fucking childish your being.” Chest rising and falling, we both stared at each other in silence.

“And while I’m getting everything off my chest for once- your car is shit! Man up and tell the team, don’t drive a shit car and then get annoyed at me for asking a simple question. I didn’t build the stupid car, I don’t drive it- I have no involvement!” Turning around grabbing a pillow off the bed I stomped towards the sofa. “Stupid fucking thing it is.” Mumbling to myself while shaking my head.

“Because I have human decency, I’ll sleep on the sofa. But don’t you dare speak to me unless your going to apologise for being a absolute prick.” Throwing the pillow down on the sofa, I went to the wardrobe pulling out the spare duvet, throwing that on the sofa also.

“What- why you sleeping on the sofa…”

“That doesn’t sound like an apology.” With a loud huff he disappeared once again.

When I turned around Lando had retreated back to the bathroom. It’s strange, lecturing someone tires you out, I flopped back onto the sofa, sighing to myself. Was I too harsh…? Yeah- maybe I should apologise…

Before I even thought about what to say I had dozed back off again, not even wanting to face Lando truthfully right now, I’ll only say more things I don’t mean.

—

“Baby…” rocking me gently, I was woken from my slumber. It was pitch black, I just about made out Lando’s face.

“You awake…?” Even though it was just us two, he still whispered. Humming in response, I rolled over facing the back of the sofa.

“I’m sorry…” pressing a delicate kiss to my shoulder, rubbing it gently, he then leant his head against my back. “I’m sorry for taking my anger out on you… your right about absolutely everything.” Followed by another soft kiss to my shoulder.

“Even about the car being shit??…” smiling to myself, I turned back over slowly, wrapping an arm around his neck, playing with the back of his hair.

“That’s the reason I’m so annoyed-” slowly he squeezed himself on the sofa, pulling me half on-top of him. “Your right- I should man up and tell them, not just keep allowing them to fuck up…” brushing my hand over his cheek, I laid my head on his shoulder listening to him vent.

“I just have had enough… I’ve had enough of feeling like a failure every race- because the cars so terrible…” sighing, he fiddled with my hand. “I love you- and that scares me…” smiling wide, I moved his head turning it towards me.

“You love me?”

“So fucking much.” Pulling him in slowly, I placed a gentle kiss to his lips. “Your not a failure, your absolutely wonderful…” a small smile crept on his face at my compliment.

“Your going to tell them what you really think about that car, your also going to give it your all the rest of this season, because you don’t give up.”

“Your also going to start understanding, I’m on your side always… no matter what, I’m battling from your corner. Because I love you, always have and always will.”

Smiling at me, he pulled me down slowly brushing his lips against mine, “does this mean I get some lovin’?” Laughing, I smacked his chest climbing over him standing up.

“You really are lucky I love you.”

“I know I bless myself everyday.” Standing up he placed his hands on my waist kissing me again.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

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ladyelissarose · 10 months

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‘Compromised’

Characters; Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley + Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish

Warnings; It’s mostly pretty funny and cheesy... buuuut a little suggestive in the end ;) if y’all want a more specified warnings it’s basically two large guys in an awkward position in a sticky situation, letting their intrusive thoughts get to them.

Summary; Who thought getting into a mess of a mission would bring out inner thoughts of 2 of the 141’s most toughest soldiers?

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“YOU’RE A COMPLETE IDIOT SOAP!”

“SAYS YE WHO IS A DAFT MINDED BASTARD!”

BANG BANG BANG!!!

Soap ran closely behind Ghost as he shot back at the incoming enemies, who had found their secret hiding spot after Soap let out a ‘louder than expected’ chuckle at a stupid dad-joke Ghost said. It wasn’t really funny anyways. It was a simple-

‘Why is dark spelled with ‘K’ and not a ‘C’? = because you can’t ‘C’ in the dark.’

That was literally it! But Soap was attention deprived and mentally exhausted, that the sudden boost of humor took him over and gave him the giggles. Now they were running for their lives as their position had been found and the Cartels were chasing their asses down. Ghost looked around for any place to hide in for now until Price brought backup, even if it was in a chemical closet or something similar enough. Soap grew a little worried as he could hear how close they were getting on their tails, he knew how outnumbered they were and unfortunately so it was partially his fault.

“Ghost they getting on us-“

“I know- HERE! Come!”

With a harsh jerk Ghost pulled him into a large back room and pointed at the ceiling with a gruff whisper,

“We need to get up there, climb on my shoulders!”

Without asking questions Soap read Ghost’s mind and immediately stepped onto his broad shoulders once he had crouched down enough. Ghost held onto Soap’s legs tightly and slowly lifted himself to a complete stand, ushering him with words to hurry up.

“Hurry Soap, we only have so long.”

“I know Lt. But this vent is all screwed up tight!”

Soap used his knife to unscrew it, sweat dripping down from his hair and covering his entire being from the stress and slight fear he was feeling. Ghost held on tightly and didn’t budge at all, his strength not faltering for now, he was breathing a little harder, but that was it. Near by they could hear loud slamming of doors being opened, meaning they were checking every room. Ghost bit onto his mask and whispered to Soap with concern in his tone,

“Johnny-“

“Got it!! Ok ok I’m pulling up!”

Soap was pretty tough himself and successfully he was able to climb in immediately, his hand now dropping to Ghost as he spoke confidently,

“C‘mon! I got ya mate- hurry!”

Ghost worried for a moment that Soap might not be able to pull him up, as he was much taller and buffier, but he’d have to trust him as he heard louder shouts.

“There’s 4 more rooms left! Check them out now!”

Eyes wide with desperation Soap choked,

“N-Now Ghost!”

With a deep grunt Ghost jumped and caught Soap’s hand, hearing him gasp at the weight he now held and tried to pull up. Maybe on any other day Soap might have had a little struggle, but the fear was so big, it gave enough adrenaline to pull him all the way up. Ghost was pretty surprised but grateful.

Soap dragged him inside and immediately put back the vent cover, making sure it was in perfect place before settling himself in. Only bad thing was, the place was a little compact for two big guys. Soap was left sitting under Ghost who was standing in a squatting position over him. Soap felt just fine but he snapped into Ghost’s reality when he heard him mumble,

“I’ve got to fuckin’-“

thonk!!!

“Shit!! Don’t move Simon!”

Of course air vents were made weak and super cheap to only sustain air, and not necessarily take two tower-built soldiers. With the little movement Ghost had attempted, the whole thing shook and threatened to bent under his foot. Silence filled the area as they awaited their biggest fear of going down and being caught.

“...”

BANG!!

Both men had their hearts beating wildly in their throats as they heard the Cartel under them, searching the entire area (well they thought they did;) Through the mask Ghost’s nervous expression couldn’t be read, but he knew he must’ve looked exactly like Soap who had his eyes blown wide and his face completely pale. It only took a few more minutes until they listened to great news,

“This room is clear! Two guards stay at this door. The rest go to the next then check the perimeter!!”

The sound of loud stomps of running men grew less and less until it couldn’t be heard, only sound remaining were the sighs the soldiers let out at being safe and unseen for now. Johnny shifted a bit and let out a breath of relief, as he looked up to Ghost and asked,

“Ye alright LT?”

Ghost’s eyes locked on his as he curtly replied,

“Yes Sergeant.”

Soap knew that voice, and tone. He thought that perhaps Ghost was still very upset at the whole situation, so he chose to apologize,

“M’sorry LT. ‘bout all this.. I’ll make it up to ya.”

Brown eyes met his blue ones as a low voice responded more calmly but with that same intensity in it,

“It’s not your fault Johnny, we both messed up.”

Soap let a brow perk up as he questioned,

“Are ye upset though?”

Through his eyes Soap could see that Ghost was uncomfortable or that something big was wrong, hence making him keep on asking. Ghost rolled his eyes and muttered,

“Why do you keep asking Soap-“

“I can see it in your eyes Simon, you keep squintin’ and shit, huffing loudly and all. Did ya get shot?”

Ghost muttered a simple ‘no’ and looked away from Soap, bitting his tongue at the stinging pain he felt in his thighs, squatting the entire time was beginning to take a toll on him and leave him burning. But he’d rather die than admit it, he was a tough guy. So slightly he tried to move a bit, but with the soreness and burn of it all he let out a deep groan and stopped moving.

“Agh.. fuckin hell-“

“What is it LT?”

Ghost tired to move his legs a bit but they burned so much like if someone was laying a steaming pan on his thighs. Soap looked up at him with his baby blues and asked again with concern,

“Lt? Ya good?”

Simon was dreading to confess the truth behind why he was groaning an shifting uncomfortably, but Johnny was genuinely being very nice, and would probably be understanding too. Concerning the fact that it was his fault they were there in the first place. Simon’s rolled his eyes and finally huffed out,

“My legs are burnin’ Johnny.. in this position. And I can’t sit cause there’s no room... might make a lot of noise too-“

Heat rose up to Simon’s cheeks as he was cut off of words, at the feeling of two hands press up against his bottom, and lift him up slightly. He couldn’t be oblivious or stupid and ask himself,

‘Who the heck has their hands on my ass?’

Because only he and ‘Johnny’ were in the damn air vent. But he nonetheless asked this, as he didn’t know what else to say at the unexpected act,

“Johnny.. what the fock-“

Johnny unapologetically gave a light squeeze as to emphasize what he was doing while responding defensively,

“Lt you said you wanted to sit but couldn’t.. now I’m helpin’ ya. See?”

Another light squeeze*

Breath hitching and sweating out nervousness, Simon could only sigh out,

“A’ight Johnny, just no squeezing.”

“Why?”

Wha- why? Johnny it’s my ass-“

“But I’m helping ya Lt-“

“And that’s it-“

“I get to do whatever I want with this ass as I’m holding it up on my own will Simon-“

“It’s still my ass and I said don’t-“

Squeeze*

“Soap. No.”

“But-“

“I get you’ve been eyeballin’ my arse sense the first day but c’mon.”

Johhny’s bit back a gasp,

“You knew!”

Huffing lightly Ghost stated,

“I’m quiet but not stupid Jonnny.”

A small embarrassed smile took place on Johnny at his words, adding with hesitation,

“oh... is it ok?”

“I’s more than fine Johnny, just not now-“

“But it’s the perfect time!”

“For whot exactly Sergeant?”

Simon knew exactly to the ‘T’ what Johnny was referring to, but he wanted him to say it. Johnny’s cheeks grew a little pink, and his eyes were sparkling like a puppy’s, ever so desperate but shy all at once to say his inner desires. Simon laughed internally at this Scot’s sudden shyness, as he was always so loud and out-spoken. Though he knew he wouldn’t mind a little fun, he couldn’t deny that the Scottish blue-eyed soldier was on his mind half- no more than all the time, Johnny practically lived in his head.

Ghost inched his hand towards Soap’s face and caressed it, feeling peace at his actions when Soap leaned into his touch.

“I know Johnny... but there’s other times for it- like safer.”

With a simple nod Soap agreed. But he couldn’t resist the feeling of Ghost’s ass in his hold, giving him the sudden urge of tease to bring his hands closer to the crotch, all while watching Ghost closely for his reaction- which came fast. And unexpectedly his quickest reflex was to grasp Soap’s Mohawk tightly, earning him a whimper.

‘Jesus Soap you’ll be the death of me.’

“J-Johnny! Please, I will grow hard-“

Smirking wickedly Soap teased,

“What if that’s what I want? Hm? Then I’ll have a reason to help you out...”

Being impressed wasn’t the word to describe how Ghost felt, more like flustered and very hot now.

“Smart bastard.”

“Only the best Lt-“

And with that he rubbed Ghost’s entire crotch area with his palm, receiving a jerk of Ghost’s hips and a low moan,

“Ahh Johnny.. slow down.”

“Yeahhh give me a minute. Let’s move a bit.”

Soap extended his knees towards Ghost and let them hold him up now, like a chair. Ghost sighed in relief at being seated now, and thought that was the end of it until he heard a zipper and hands on him.

ziiiip!

“Fuck Johnny!”

“Do you want me to stop?”

Knowing how desperate he was for release- more than anything Soap’s hands on him, he couldn’t say no.

“No.. go on!”

Face lighting up like Christmas Soap cheered to himself,

“Fuuuuck yeahhh-“

“GHOST! SOAP!! You boys alright!!”

Soap facepalmed and Ghost groaned upset as they recognized Price’s voice call out to them from under the vent. With a frown Soap zipped up Ghost’s pants as Ghost responded,

“Yeah, were good.. we’ll be coming down now.”

“Alright boys! Gaz will be here with a ladder... we already took out the guys and secured the leader... we can go now.”

Soap responded,

“Sounds good Captain, on our way.”

Slowly Ghost started to move, but Johnny pulled him back and whispered,

“We’ll continue right?”

A smile was known to be on Ghost’s face as his eyes crinkled. He lightly pinched Soap’s cheek and sassed,

“You said you’d make it up to me. I expect you do, in many ways.”

Soap groaned and smacked Ghost’s ass as he began to move off to get out,

“You bet I will Simon.”

Ghost looked back at him with sharp eyes, making Soap lift his hands in surrender.

“Easy Sergeant... easy...”

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aurora-starwars · 1 year

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hi! could i request neteyam x human fem! reader who's on her period? like how does he deal with it and her mood swings, cramps, etc. and does he kind of freak out like?? blood?? coming out for your part?! for the sake of this request lets say that the na'vi don't have periods(lucky them). thank you <3 fluff if you don't mind :)

Pain Is Inevitable, Suffering Is Optional

Pairing: Neteyam x reader

Summary: How Neteyam learned about periods and how he makes reader feel better during them

Word Count: 462

Warnings: periods, mention of blood, pure fluff <3333

A/n: idk if i like this, but I hope you do! And thank you so much for requesting!

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Periods were a foreign thing to the Na’vi. Not having them themselves made it hard to understand how bleeding for a week every month was natural.

Neteyam was no exception.

When he first heard about periods, it was from Norm of all people. It was no secret to the people of the lab that Neteyam was in love with [Name]. He often made it very obvious from the way he looks at [Name] like she is the only one that exists to the way he never seems to leave her side unless necessary. But because of all of this time Neteyam spends with [Name], he gets to see all sides of [Name]. Including the moments when the mood swings hit hard.

That was the first change that Neteyam noticed between her as a kid and in the recent years.

He didn’t notice it quite at first, hoping that [Name] was just having a bad day the times that she got snappy or would just cry over stupid things. But when she started crying over a flower having no leaves, despite that species having no natural leaves anyway, he finally wondered if something was wrong.

He then quickly took to observing [Name] as much as he could, more than he usually would if that were possible, and started to notice a pattern.

Every 28 eclipses or so, [Name] would start this cycle of apparent pain in her stomach, mood swings and increased sudden needs to use the washroom.

This really bugged Neteyam because he couldn’t understand why she was behaving like this. So he went to his father.

He father spoke quickly and casually, not fazed at all, telling him that it’s “that blood thing” and to go ask Norm.

Neteyam, in a state of panic over the word blood, rushes to Norm immediately.

Upon asking Norm, Neteyam finally learns about periods. And although it seems strange to him at first, he is determined to not let anything hurt his love.

The moment [Name] even mentions having cramps, Neteyam leaps into caring boyfriend mode.

Neteyam has a whole routine every time, and every time he is excited to help.

He starts with bringing [Name] back to the lab, he starts with cuddles as she waits out her cramps. Then he moves on to preparing her favourite foods and snacks so that she isn’t hungry. After that, Neteyam lets [Name] vent while she enjoys her food. Letting her express all of her emotions openly and comforting her where ever he can. And when [Name] gets tired, he makes sure that he stays holding her all night.

Neteyam always wants to make sure that [Name] feels the best, and although he doesn’t fully understand periods and he might never, he is always ready to help.

A/n: Sorry if it is short! I never know what to think about period fics! Anyway, thanks for reading! And I hoped you enjoyed! Also feel free to request! I love hearing them. Here is the request guidelines! <3333

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justfandomwritings · 2 years

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Fearless, Guiltless (Eddie Munson)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Harrington!Reader

Word Count: 8.1k

Warnings: 18+, Smut, p in v, oral, fingering

Summary: No one knew or saw what changed (Y/n) Harrington her freshmen year, but when she showed up to school with a leather jacket, an I-don't-give-a-fuck expression, and a take-no-prisoners attitude everyone was way too scared to question it. She was the Undisputed Queen of Hawkins High, and she ruled everyone with an iron fist... with one exception.

Author's Note: Reposted because I fucked up, totally my fault with the tags y'all my bad. There will be a part two to this, but you can treat this as a standalone if you like, or you can treat part two as a standalone. Or read together.

“Please (Y/n), we’ve asked everyone. Even Steve said no.”

“You do realize tonight is the championship, right? Why would I ditch?”

(Y/n) lounged back, her elbows propping her up on the bleacher behind her. Her eyes were a mixture of doubtful and exasperated. The two freshmen standing in front of her could not have looked more scared and desperate if they tried, which was saying something. She had literally faced down monsters from another dimension with these two nerds, and now they were standing in front of her, on the verge of panic, looking for someone to play a boardgame with them.

Mike seemed to stop and think for a second. He really didn’t have a good excuse. She was literally the last person he and Dustin had thought to ask, and for good reason.

“B-Because you owe me one for saving your life in Starcourt,” Dustin blurted out from behind Mike.

“Y-Yeah!” Mike pointed at his friend. “You owe Dustin.”

(Y/n) raised an eyebrow in what had to be the most condescending expression Mike or Dustin had ever been on the receiving end of. For a moment, they both considered cowering. She could be so much scarier than the Mindflayer when she wanted to be.

(Y/n) Harrington was the undisputed Queen of Hawkins High all four years of high school. She had the intimidating, awe-inspiring air of someone who was better than everyone else at everything all of the time, and she knew it too.

On the first day of high school, Mike and Dustin had seen her tell the meanest bullies in school to fuck off and that the two of them and Max were off limits. Crawling through air vents in Starcourt, Dustin watched her spit in the face of a Russian spy literally planning to torture her to death. The whole party had witnessed her one-handed pump a shotgun and point it into a hoard full of interdimensional demodogs. All without batting an eye.

Being badass, Dustin hypothesized to Mike one day after watching (Y/n) chill the entire basketball team with a single glare, must be a Harrington thing. She was fearless.

“I owe you?” She questioned.

The boys looked back and forth, nerves kicking in as they began to seriously doubt their answer.

“So let me get this straight,” She pushed herself to her feet, hands going straight to her hips. Mike and Dustin both took two steps back. “You want to cash in literally saving my life for me playing D&D with you tonight?” She waited expectantly for the answer and was met with a nod from both boys. “That seems like a fair trade to you?”

Before either of the two could answer the very obvious question that no, in fact, this was the dumbest thing they could cash in saving her life on and that they could easily get so much more for that, there was a long whistle.

Coach Sandhurst was calling the girls in for practice. “Fine,” (Y/n) turned around and started stuffing Steve’s jacket and her snacks back in her gym bag. “If your stupid game’s that important to you, I’ll be there, but get off the field. I have to get back to practice.”

(Y/n) grabbed her pompoms and shoved past the two boys.

Mike and Dustin didn’t immediately process what (Y/n) had just agreed to. They stood there for several seconds watching her back as she jogged off to join the rest of the squad on the practice field.

“Did she just… Did we just…” Dustin spluttered.

The Captain of the Cheer Squad, Undisputed Queen of Hawkins High, Hawkins Royal Legacy, (Y/n) Harrington was ditching the district championship basketball game to join their D&D campaign. This was, without a doubt, the coolest thing that could ever happen to them at this school. Only they couldn’t brag about it to anyone because no one would ever believe it.

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“You’re ditching the game to play Dungeons and Dragons with the Hellfire Club?” Chrissy repeated in a whisper under her breath, like it was a conspiracy.

“Yeah, yeah,” (Y/n) leaned over to check and make sure she couldn’t see any feet poking out under any of the stall doors. Assured they were alone, she locked the bathroom door. “Look, I owe that freshman, Dustin, a favor, and it’s a pretty big one. And he’s chosen to cash it in today.”

Chrissy hopped up on the sink counter, swinging her legs back and forth off the floor. “What kind of favor could you possibly owe him that would be big enough to miss the championship game?”

(Y/n) was almost tempted to tell her. Chrissy and (Y/n) were almost friends.

In truth, (Y/n) wasn’t really friends with anyone at Hawkins High. She used to be, back in freshmen year, but that was a long time ago. She still hung around the popular kids out of habit, and because none of them asked questions, but she wouldn’t call any of them friends. They put up with her because she was quite simply too popular and powerful not to be in good with. They would all call her their friend, but none of them were dumb enough to believe it.

Chrissy was the exception. She played the popular, pretentious, preppy cheerleader well, but underneath it all she was surprisingly caring. Almost caring enough that (Y/n) wanted to be her friend, almost caring enough that she wanted to be honest with her.

Almost.

“Some shit he did for my brother that I got roped into,” (Y/n) dismissed, “Look, will you cover for me?”

Chrissy smiled, “Of course, but Patrick won’t be happy.” Chrissy winked, “He was looking forward to seeing you on the sidelines.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, and Chrissy laughed. Patrick was a nice enough guy by basketball team standards, but really? She didn’t want anything to do with Hawkins High’s basketball team, or any of the guys at Hawkins High for that matter.

“Come on, you have to give someone a chance. You at least need to get laid.”

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“Steve, I wish you would keep your damn kids in line.” (Y/n) huffed as she jumped up on the counter of the video store.

She had walked straight to the store after school, huffing most of the way. A couple of the girls had offered her a ride there, but she refused claiming the air would help her feel better. Chrissy had helped her set up faking sick for the game that night. Chrissy vouched for her with the coach that her head was hurting again and that she looked like she was about to pass out, which wasn’t entirely untrue.

“What did the brats do now?” Steve asked without looking up as he continued opening returned VHS boxes to ensure their contents matched the covers.

(Y/n) laid herself back across the counter and closed her eyes with a huff. “They’re making me play D&D tonight.”

That made Steve pause. “Y-you’re playing… D&D?” He was fighting the urge to start laughing. (Y/n) didn’t need to open her eyes to know it. The amusement was oozing out of his voice.

“Don’t laugh at me. That twerp you adopted cashed in saving my life for his stupid game.”

Steve did stop laughing. Immediately.

Steve felt a lot of responsibility for what happened that night; (Y/n) knew it. She’d told him a thousand times, a thousand different ways, that there was nothing else he could’ve done differently. But it never seemed to ease his big brother instinct. He always felt like he was the one that owed Dustin not her, for doing what he couldn’t.

“Ok,” Steve slammed the top VHS box closed. “I’ll do it. Where is this game of theirs?”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes and sat up, “Don’t be ridiculous I already told them I would.”

“Yeah, but you are actually cheering in the game, and I owe them just as much as you for what happened. So,” he stubbornly crossed his arms, “Where are they playing?”

(Y/n)’s lip turned up in a slight smile, and she patted Steve on the arm. Always the big brother. “Thanks Steve, but it’s too late. I’ve already played hookie with Chrissy for the game. You can’t get out of your date.”

“Hey! I don’t need to get out of my date; she’s great. It’s gonna be…” He trailed off at the doubtful expression on his sister’s face. She was the reigning Queen of Hawkins High. The rumor mill for all of Hawkins ran straight through her ears. “What’s wrong with her?”

“Nothing, Nothing,” (Y/n) sat up and raised her hands with an innocent expression that didn’t match the wicked gleam in her eye. “Just a funny rumor I heard about her and an ex she wants to make jealous.”

Steve huffed and turned back around to start sorting tapes again.

If she thought Steve actually liked his date, (Y/n) would’ve broken the news more gently, but she knew he didn’t and watching her brother whine about a girl using him the same way he always used them was going to be deeply amusing, at least for the next hour before he got over it and moved onto the next beautiful woman that walked through the door.

“So,” Steve cleared his throat. “Do you need a ride then? You can’t carpool with the squad if they think you’re sick.”

“No, it’s ok. I’ll walk there. You have that date to worry about. Besides, I think they’re starting a bit before the game.”

“You can’t walk back. It’ll be way too late.” Steve dismissed.

“I’ll hitch a ride with someone. Don’t worry about it.”

“Do you even know anything about D&D?” Steve asked, turning back to her and crossing her arms. He looked as doubtful of her now as she had of him seconds ago talking about dates. “They play with Eddie the Freak; he’s pretty unforgiving from what Dustin says.”

Now that was a problem (Y/n) could not easily dismiss, and she really didn’t like the idea of losing.

(Y/n) huffed. “Not really, I’m probably gonna make a fool of myself, which is gonna suck. Those nerds will be…” (Y/n) was about to respond when a chime went off at the front of the store, and she turned. A chime that sounded a lot like salvation to her.

“Erica!” (Y/n) jumped off the counter. Erica Sinclair was walking into the video store with her mother in tow. “Hi Mrs. Sinclair,” (Y/n) beamed at the adult, “Do you mind if I talk to Erica for a moment?”

“Oh sure, sweetie, good to see you again, (Y/n),” Mrs. Sinclair smiled, “I’ll be over in the family section Erica.”

Erica waved goodbye to her mother with a smile and a perfectly innocent expression before she turned on (Y/n), “What do you want?”

“I need you to tell me everything you know about D&D, and I’ll get Steve to swap out whatever movie you pick for one of the new Rated R releases.”

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“You brought me… the Princess?”

(Y/n) crossed her arms over her chest. She felt like she was on trial here. Eddie Munson and his goonies were watching her with an almost predatory expression. They, the freaks and geeks of the school, were acting like she was the unworthy one in the room.

“This is a room for heroes and warriors not… girls playing dress up,” Eddie made a motion to the cheer outfit she was still wearing from practice earlier that day. His goonies laughed in agreement.

Heroes? Warriors? These guys thought they were the heroes. (Y/n) wanted to laugh. Her eyes caught Mike’s standing on her right, and he seemed to know exactly what she was thinking. His expression was clearly begging her not to say anything.

Eddie was fully squatting on his heels in the chair at the head of the table behind a screen Erica had told her marked him as the ‘Dungeon Master’ of the game. Erica told her this meant that Eddie controlled everything: the story, the world, the bad guys, the fights. For the most part, he decided what the players could and couldn’t do. He was basically God, and she was currently asking for permission to enter his kingdom.

Maybe this really was a worthy trade for saving her life.

“If you understand how to play then I’m sure it can’t be too complicated for me.” (Y/n) pursed her lips in a smile, squaring her shoulders up across from him.

Eddie raised an eyebrow and literally hopped off of his perch, swaggering over to stand an inch in front of her. His breath blew out across her face as he took up the challenge, “You think you, Hawkin’s prettiest little princess, can take on the Cult of Vecna?”

She may not really understand D&D, but this she understood. He was challenging her, trying to sniff her out for any signs of weakness. (Y/n) smirked. It had been a while since someone tried that. But she didn’t become Queen of Hawkins by riding Steve’s coattails. She became Queen of Hawkins by taking no shit, and never backing down.

(Y/n) dropped her arms and closed the last inch between herself and Eddie, going literally toe to toe, chest to chest, with the DM. Eddie didn’t seem to let it phase him any more than it phased her as her body pressed up against his, but there was a murmur from the other guys in the room; shocked that someone would challenge Eddie or intrigued by the current developments, she couldn’t tell. “I don’t think I can take it on; I know I can.” She made sure to breath the words out over his lips.

One of the goonies off to the side let out a quiet ‘oo’, that Eddie immediately shot him a glare over.

“And for the record,” Eddie’s eyes whipped back to her, as she touched a hand to his chest, “I’m not the Princess.” She gave him a hard shove, and Eddie stumbled back a step, catching himself on the edge of the game table. “I’m the fucking Queen.”

The other boys in the room didn’t hold back their sounds of surprise now. Behind her back, Dustin and Mike shared a look that said they knew they’d made the right call.

Eddie’s eyes trailed over her one last time. Pristine cheer uniform, expensive sneakers and a diamond bracelet, her brother’s old varsity jacket slung over her shoulder. She was a Harrington through and through. Everything she stood for was everything he hated.

And yet, for the first time, when Eddie looked at her, he didn’t see it. Maybe it was the fact that she was without her posse or her annoying older brother for once. Maybe it was that she had stepped up to his challenge without hesitation. Or maybe it was the fact that she was here at all, at Hellfire Club, that she had willingly stepped into his realm.

Something about (Y/n) Harrington just seemed different, better, more interesting, today than it had yesterday, and Eddie found himself seeing nothing more or less than the hottest girl in school confidently asking him if she could play D&D at his table.

Eddie pushed himself to his feet and smiled, “Well then, my Queen,” he gave a mocking bow, “let’s play.”

(Y/n) didn’t miss the little fire that seemed to light in his eyes.

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Everything she had with her she’d borrowed from Erica.

Steve had dropped her off at the Sinclair’s house when he got off work, and Erica had spent the better part of an hour helping her. The Rated R movie had sweetened the pot, but it was clear that Erica shared (Y/n)’s love of putting men in their place especially when it came to Lucas and his friends.

“When they ask, you’re going to be a bard,” Erica had shoved a character sheet in her hand the second she walked in the younger girl’s room.

“Okay, Am I supposed to know what that means?” (Y/n) asked, staring down at the piece of paper with a blank expression.

“It’s a kind of musician. Sit down. I’ll explain.” Erica climbed onto her bed and motioned for (Y/n) to do the same.

“First you need to know how to play. D&D has two main phases. Roleplaying and fighting.” Erica began a long, detailed explanation of the game. It was quite apparent in the first few minutes (Y/n) was there that Erica knew more about this than what she’d gleaned from her brother, like she always claimed. Erica liked D&D, played D&D.

Unfortunately, even with Erica’s help, fighting mechanics seemed to go straight over her head.

“Don’t worry. You won’t be doing as much fighting as a bard. You’ll mostly be backing up the party on whatever they need extra help with.” Erica explained when she saw (Y/n)’s confused expression as she got into different dice rolls. “Your play will be more roleplay based.”

“Okay,” (Y/n) hesitated for a second, “And how do I roleplay a bard?”

That brought a huge, shit-eating grin to Erica’s face that (Y/n) couldn’t decide if she found disconcerting or exciting. “How do you feel about flirting with a bunch of nerds till they’re eating out of the palm of your hand?”

Definitely exciting. (Y/n) grinned back. That she could do.

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“The rest of the party is unaware of where you’re being taken, and you can’t talk your way out of this one, I’m afraid,” Eddie remarked offhandedly as he moved pieces around on the board.

Eddie had led Mike, followed by (Y/n), right into a trap, an NPC guard the party had been trusting for weeks had betrayed them and was now carting them off to their certain death with the rest of the party none-the-wiser in a nearby tavern.

Eddie was clearly not pulling any punches. Erica had told her he probably wouldn’t, that he would probably be the type of DM who went balls to the walls to beat his players, that she would have to go all out to prove herself too.

(Y/n) raised her eyebrow, “Can’t I?” The boys’ eyes all flitted directly to her, Eddie’s head raising up from the board far more slowly. (Y/n) leaned her elbows on the table, resting her chin in her hands. “I proposition the guard.”

Eddie paused, contemplating the situation for a moment before he seemingly consents to see where this goes, “How?”

“Come on Eddie;” she batted her eyelashes, “surely, you’ve had a girl flirt with you before. You know how it works.” Jeff and Gareth snickered at her retort, but it did nothing to shake Eddie. He stared her down, unblinkingly, waiting to see what she would do.

Really, something about being behind that screen must’ve filled him with an unbridled sense of confidence. ‘God-complex’, (Y/n) could practically hear Erica whispering to her. (Y/n) would’ve thought it was kind of hot, if only it didn’t come from playing D&D.

(Y/n) quickly gave in to roleplaying this scenario out with Eddie, “I pull my legs through my chains so the chains are in front of me, and I unlace my corset and the top of my tunic. I make sure to make a raucous with the chains; lots of noise like something’s going horribly wrong back here.”

Eddie, again, ponders for a moment before acceding to this storyline. “The guard stops the cart and circles around to the doors to check on the noise.”

“I feign a heat stroke and lay down in the back of the cart, pulling my shirt open and fanning myself as much as I can with the chains on.” (Y/n) reaches forward and knocks her character piece over in the square designated for the cart so that it’s laying down. “And I say, ‘Please sir, some water, I think I’m in heat.’” (Y/n) mimes the fanning herself and pulls down on the collar of her cheerleading uniform, “‘I beg you.’”

The mechanics of the game were still far beyond her remit, but (Y/n) took to the roleplaying like a fish to water. She had spent her entire life living behind a mask of popularity and flirting with wholly uninteresting men just for brownie points. This was as easy as breathing.

Besides, flirting with Eddie in a game was at least a bit more interesting than flirting with the copy-and-paste guys on the basketball team. He was at least giving her a challenge, and he was certainly easy on the eyes.

“‘Please sir, I’ll do anything.’” Her voice got thick, sultry even, as she continued to beg the guard, beg Eddie, for assistance. She made pointed eye contact with Eddie as she exposed more of her chest beneath her uniform and pushed her hair back away from her neck feigning heat.

All of the boys’ eyes were darting back and forth between the DM and (Y/n). They were about an hour into this week’s session, and this was a new development indeed. They hadn’t expected this when they added a girl to the party.

None of them had ever flirted their way into or out of anything in D&D before. Sure, they’d talked their way out of things; they’d rolled plenty of persuasion checks. Sure, Eddie had presented them with hot girls they could take back to their bedchambers after a brawl and even the occasional fan of the adventuring party’s tales who was enraptured by them. But these were mostly things that made for amusing flavor text. They’d never actually flirted in game before. They were a group of awkward teenage boys, and even when Eddie proclaimed an NPC was a hot girl, it was still Eddie they would’ve had to flirt with and that just felt too odd to them.

Eddie’s head tilted down and he looked up at her through curtains of hair. “Roll persuasion,” Eddie watched her darkly, “with advantage.”

“Yes!” Mike fist pumped. “Way to go (Y/n)!”

(Y/n) dropped her hand from her chest, and her mouth slowly pulled back in a smile, still watching Eddie at the other end of the table.

Neither of them watched the dice as they left her hand, maintaining eye contact as they flew the length of the table. A cheer from the boys told them one of the numbers was high, and only that managed to break their stare down.

Sure, this was Eddie’s game, but she was going to win.

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The eruption of cheers outside wasn’t for the D&D game, but as she walked down the hall surrounded by Mike and Dustin and their friends gushing over how awesome she did for her first time playing, she couldn’t help feeling like it was.

“Do you need a ride, (Y/n)?” Mike asked, “Nancy is dropping Dustin off too since the game is over.”

The basketball game.

(Y/n)’s steps faltered for a second, and Mike and Dustin both paused and turned back to look at her. “Fuck, I can’t.” (Y/n) sighed and waved them on. “You guys go on. I ditched Chrissy and the squad; they can’t see that I wasn’t actually sick.”

“You sure?” Dustin asked, “Do you have a ride? Is Steve still here?”

“Yeah, course he is! I’m gonna head out the back and find him.” (Y/n) thumbed over her shoulder to the backdoors of the school. “No offense, but being seen…”

“We get it…” Dustin smiled and waved her off. “Thanks for coming, (Y/n); you were awesome.”

“Yeah! Thanks (Y/n)!” Mike shouted back.

(Y/n) waved and stuffed her hands in the pockets of her jacket. She stood there watching the boys exit out the front door for a second longer than was strictly necessary before turning back.

“Nerds,” she mumbled under her breath as she made her way through the hall to the back door.

“Yeah, they kinda are.”

(Y/n) didn’t jump, even though it surprised her. She whirled to face the voice, wrenching her hands out of their pockets and bracing her feet.

“Woah!” Eddie held up his hands with a laugh. “Just me. Don’t shoot.”

“Sorry,” (Y/n) relaxed. “Bit on edge I guess.”

Eddie snorted, “Who isn’t in this town?”

“True.”

“You, uh,” Eddie glanced towards the door, “heading back to the preps now? I’m assuming they won the game from all the screaming outside.”

(Y/n) shook her head, “Nah, just headed home.”

“Your, uh,” He kept darting back and forth between her and the door, “Your brother coming?”

(Y/n) shook her head, “He’s got a hot date, and I doubt he’s going straight home after the game, if you know what I mean?”

“Oh, need a ride?”

(Y/n) mulled it over. She’d been planning to walk; it would take about an hour but she could. Of course, if Steve’s date didn’t pan out, he would beat her home and be pissed she didn’t ask him for a ride. And she couldn’t ask anyone who went to the game because they were parked in the lot by the gym, and the squad would see her.

“I parked out by the baseball field,” Eddie rolled his eyes, “No one will see you getting in a car with the Freak.”

He hadn’t exactly hit the nail on the head about what was bothering her, but it didn’t hurt. “Sure, if you don’t mind.”

Eddie bowed theatrically and motioned for her to lead the way. “M’lady.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes and stuffed her hands back in her pockets, walking ahead of him down the hall.

Eddie jogged to catch up and fall in step beside her. “So how did Henderson talk you into this? I wouldn’t have bet on a Harrington gracing us with their presence, but if I had it would’ve been Steve.” His tone was surprisingly teasing, not mocking for once.

“Steve had a date, and I owed Henderson one.”

“For what?” Eddie asked.

(Y/n) stayed silent for a moment. There was a story in place here, for this exact moment. Organized by the former directors of Hawkins Lab. But it was a little too close to the truth. Saying it felt like confiding in someone, in Eddie Munson of all people.

“Come on,” Eddie snorted, “It’s Henderson. It’s not like he helped you bury a body.”

(Y/n) sighed. “He was with me and Steve when the fire started at Starcourt.”

“Yeah, I saw the news the next day.” Eddie cut in, “That picture of Steve carrying you out of the mall was everywhere.”

The words on the police report fell out of her mouth in a well-rehearsed fashion. “Yeah, well, what you didn’t see was us getting separated in the chaos inside. I got trapped. Henderson’s the one who found me. He dragged me out of the wreckage. Steve only carried me to a medic.”

Eddie whistled, low and long. “So Henderson saved your life, so now you play D&D,” he gestured vaguely back down the hall in the direction the other players had gone.

The pair took a right, headed towards the back entrance near the fields.

Eddie didn’t immediately respond, and the silence felt rather deafening. She could practically feel him judging her. (Y/n) kicked her feet out a bit, scuffing at the linoleum floor. “Believe me I also know it’s not a fair trade. But D&D means a lot to him; he asked for my help. I delivered. That’s that.”

“You certainly did deliver.” Eddie chuckled, seemingly trying to lighten the mood, “Can’t say I’ve ever had a player pull their top down during a game, but I’m certainly not complaining that you’re the first.”

“You’re exaggerating,” (Y/n) quipped back with a smirk, “but next time I’ll be sure to tell Gareth to wear something with buttons. We’ll see who can do the better job seducing the DM with a strip tease.”

Eddie barked out a laugh. The back door was a few feet in front of them, and Eddie jogged ahead to grab it for her. Standing in the narrow doorway holding it open as (Y/n) turned sideways to pass through, Eddie leaned down, smirking again, and said, “You don’t need the game as an excuse to seduce me.”

(Y/n) paused in the doorway, looking up at Eddie. That cocky attitude again; it wasn’t just ruling the roost around his friends. “UGH,” it was getting to her.

“What?” Eddie’s brow furrowed at the sound, “I was just- ”

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(Y/n) grabbed a fist full of Eddie’s shirt and dragged him after her through the doorway, shoving him up against the brick wall outside the school.

“What are you…” Eddie’s question died in the air as (Y/n) smashed her lips into his.

This was, without a doubt, one of the dumbest decisions she’d ever made, but it had been so long, too long. And really, he didn’t seem like a freak, not that she would’ve mind a freak for her particular purposes.

Eddie seemed stunned for a moment, but the second his mind caught up, his hands went around her waist and dragged her against his chest. Flipping them around, he pinned her to the wall and returned her kiss.

There was nothing gentle or caring about the kiss. It was a kiss of pure, unadulterated desperation on both sides. (Y/n) wasn’t sure where his tongue ended and hers began. It was sloppy, messy, the kind of kiss you’d expect from two desperately horny high schoolers who had spent the entire night eyeballing each other across a six-foot-long table.

One of her hands stayed fisted in Eddie’s shirt, and (Y/n) ran the other hand up his chest and knotted it into his hair, tugging at the roots.

Eddie groaned as she pulled his hair, and he let her fingers pull his mouth from hers. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Eddie stared down at her with open, honest eyes, ready to stop the moment she gave the word.

“I’m the one that dragged you out here. Are you?” (Y/n) retorted hotly.

Eddie’s lips pulled back in a grin, “Fuck yes.” He dove back in, attacking her mouth with renewed fervor. Their tongues lashed at each other, a battle for dominance that (Y/n) was bound to lose at this angle. She felt like he was trying to devour her.

A knee pushed itself between her own, and she spread her legs to make room for Eddie’s thigh pressing up against her. One of Eddie’s hands left her waist, trailing slowly over her ass and down her thigh before hitching it up against his hip.

(Y/n) groaned into the kiss, and Eddie sunk his teeth into her lip in response, tugging at it playfully.

“Eddie, if I wanted to play games, I would’ve stayed in the D&D room.” (Y/n) ground herself down against the thigh between her legs.

Eddie chuckled and nuzzled his nose into her cheek, pressing his knee higher up to meet the movement of her hips. “Well, if I was going to fuck you against a wall I would’ve done it already.”

“Then where…”

“My van, now.” Eddie smacked her ass and pulled sharply away from her. Stuffing his hands in his pockets and meandering a couple steps back from the girl he’d left hot and bothered against the brick wall. “Can’t risk one of those pretty boy basketball players seeing you out here with me, now can we?”

(Y/n) wanted to growl, or maybe pounce on him; she wasn’t sure. But she collected herself as best she could and stood tall, marching past him towards his van at the back of the lot. “Why not? Maybe we could teach ‘em a thing or two.” (Y/n) snipped as she passed him.

Looping a finger in the chain attached to his belt, (Y/n) tugged Eddie along behind her.

There wasn’t enough force behind it to make him go, but Eddie chuckled and followed the pull at his waist until they reached his van.

Waiting expectantly at the back door for Eddie to open it, (Y/n) felt two arms over her shoulders, caging her in against the van as Eddie pressed his whole body against her from behind, “Maybe next time gorgeous,” he leaned in, whispering against her ear, “but for now you’re all mine.”

The van door on her right swung open and Eddie gave her another smack on the ass to climb up in, which she obediently followed.

(Y/n) was hit immediately with the thick stench of weed, but before she had time to process anything else, she was being pinned down on a pile of blankets in the back.

Eddie crawled up the floor of the van, pinning her down by straddling her hips. “The Queen and The Freak,” Eddie lazily trailed his fingers along the hem of her cheerleading top, toying with flicking it to reveal an inch of skin and then back down to cover her again. “Who would’ve thought?”

Before she could respond, Eddie chuckled to himself and leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. Eddie’s kiss was slower, far less urgent than hers had been against the school wall. It was still biting, still a battle of wills, fueled by their mutual lust and frustration, but the edge had been taken out of the whole situation. There was no question of where this was going, no point to get across, no doubts. They both wanted this.

God did she want this.

(Y/n) turned her head, craning her neck away from Eddie’s greedy lips to catch a breath of air. He traveled down to her neck, sucking and nipping as he went.

“Not much of a queen if you’re going to leave me hanging so long.”

Eddie bit particularly harshly at a spot where her throat met her collar bone, and (Y/n) fought to hold in a moan. “Oh don’t worry,” Eddie sat up and pushed himself down her legs. Flipping up the front of her cheer skirt, he slipped a finger under the band of her underwear, tugging them off her as he went, “I’ll treat you like a queen.”

Hooking his arms under her thighs, he draped her legs over his shoulder as he laid down between them.

The back of the van was pitch black, and even when she looked down, (Y/n) could only just make out the mane of long bushy hair. The van was off, and none of the lights by the basketball gym could reach the back corner lot where Eddie parked. In a way she knew what was coming, but she couldn’t see to know when or how.

Tilting her head back, (Y/n) closed her eyes and just felt. Eddie’s fingers brushed up the sides of her thighs, stroking back and forth over the soft skin slowly as he blew out a breath over her folds.

“Eddie,” (Y/n) was about to complain again, but his tongue cut her off, flattening and licking the length of her folds.

After so long, it felt so good to have someone taking care of her like this, to have Eddie licking her, touching her where she needed him most. She didn’t know him, never had a crush on him, hadn’t even really noticed him before that night, but goddamn she would’ve begged for his tongue to be on her if he’d wanted. She was absolutely desperate for him, not even in the fun teasing way, but in the manic unenjoyable way where she just needed someone absolutely immediately.

Eddie did not disappoint. His tongue stopped at the top of her folds and slowly circled her clit, sending her hips jolting up towards his mouth. One of Eddie’s hands stretched across her hips, holding them down against the floor of the van as he lapped rhythmically at her clit.

(Y/n) moaned loudly into the air and threw one arm over her face. The other hand went straight into Eddie’s hair, trying and failing to tug his mouth closer. He was touching her, touching her exactly where she wanted to be touched and it still wasn’t enough.

“Please Eddie, don’t tease me.”

“Hmmm,” Eddie hummed, continuing stroking her clit with his tongue in the process.

“Eddie, please,” she begged.

Eddie pulled his mouth off of her, which made her whine in protest. She wanted more, but that didn’t mean she wanted him to stop. “The queen, begging me, what have I done to deserve such a show of favor.” He was taunting her now. The fingers on his free hand were fluttering up the inside of her thigh, getting dangerously close to the place his mouth had just abandoned but not actually taking its place.

“Eddie,” she bucked her hips, but his arm held her back, “you can tease me next time. Please, just make me cum.”

“Next time?” She couldn’t see his face, but she could hear it in his voice, surprise.

“Next time,” She repeated.

She wasn’t sure if there would be a next time, but if he was as good as he seemed to be so far she certainly wouldn’t mind. The promise seemed to change something in his demeaner.

One of Eddie’s fingers brushed lightly over her clit making her jolt, but it kept moving down to her hole. She was wet, very wet, a mixture of Eddie’s mouth and her own arousal, and just thinking about how wet she was made her moan thinking about how it must be all over Eddie’s chin if only it wasn’t too damn dark in this van to see.

His finger probed at her entrance, slicking itself in her arousal and circling a few times before it slid in.

Even for only having one finger in, she was tight. It had been so long since she’d gotten laid, and she clenched around Eddie like vice. He left the first finger there as a second probed and then slowly joined the first.

Even before they began to move, she couldn’t help but moan quietly. “You really are desperate for me, my queen.” He whispered between her moans. “Don’t worry; I promised I’d take care of you.”

He started off slowly, dragging his fingers out and pushing them back in at an agonizing pace, but as (Y/n) began to whimper and squirm he picked up the pace.

She couldn’t form words for how good it felt, for how relieved she felt. Eddie’s fingers curled inside her, and she tugged hard on his hair as she let out another moan. Eddie was trying, trying very hard, to make her come undone.

His arm, holding her down, disappeared from across her hips, and Eddie wet his free fingers in the juice flowing out of her, dragging them up to circle her clit.

“Fuck,” (Y/n)’s hips bucked freely up into Eddie’s hand and his fingers slowed to a stop. He kept stroking her clit, but his other hand stayed firmly in place, angled into her, as he let her fuck herself on his fingers.

“Gorgeous,” He murmured, pressing a kiss into her thigh as she used him to pleasure herself, “Cum for me, my queen; I want to taste you.”

(Y/n) rolled her hips up with a loud moan, her rhythm stuttering as she felt the first wave crash over her.

Eddie picked up the slack, his fingers resuming their unforgiving pace fucking into her and his other thumb rapidly flicking her clit to extend the high. She was gushing out over his fingers, her entrance clenching and unclenching around his fingers without control.

She couldn’t describe the feeling. Like cold rain on a hot afternoon maybe, or a hot shower on a cold night. She wasn’t sure which. She had the sensation of momentary, utter ecstasy running down her body followed by a joyful peace.

Eddie’s fingers slowed as she came down, and he pulled them out of her with a wet noise. “Good work, gorgeous,” the hand that had been on her clit stroked her thighs as they trembled slightly from the aftershock of her first orgasm in a long time. His other hand, covered in her slick, went to his mouth, and he sucked at the fingers that had been inside her. “Mmm,” he groaned.

His hands went to either side of her as he lowered himself over her, “You taste amazing gorgeous. Next time we’ll draw this out a little longer, and I’ll get it from the source.”

Her hand was still in his hair as he’d moved above her, and she used it to drag him down into a kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, but she could taste herself even more on his tongue as it slipped into her mouth. She let him win this one. She was still coming down from the high, and she didn’t have the energy to fight him through this kiss. But she also felt like he’d earned it.

His tongue languidly stroked hers, and she felt, for a moment, like he was being almost caring. He was gentler, softer, and not just because he didn’t have to fight her. The teasing nips and bites were gone. He seemed to just enjoy the feeling of kissing her.

The thought occurred to her that she should return the favor.

(Y/n) reached down, fumbling at his belt and flinging it towards the back of the van when it finally came off. Her thumbs fumbled over the button at the top of his jeans a couple times before it came undone and she could finally yank his zipper down.

Her hand quickly dipped below waistband, reaching to take him in her hand, but Eddie caught her wrist before she could. “Next time, gorgeous,” he whispered against her lips, “Next time, when we can actually make it to a bed, I’ll show you how good my mouth can be when you aren’t so impatient, and you’ll show me what it feels like to have those pretty lips around my cock. But right now I want you as much as you wanted me.”

Eddie pulled away from her long enough to shove his jeans and his boxers down around his knees. His lips were back on hers as quickly as they’d left, and he kissed her while guiding his cock to her entrance.

Her thighs, a bit weak from her previous orgasm, clumsily wrapped themselves around his waist, angling herself up towards the head of his cock that was bumping against her folds, and with a single, strong stroke of his hips he plunged into her.

He was so much bigger than she’d imagined he’d be, and she felt like she was being filled with, consumed by Eddie. Her eyes took on a far away look as her head lulled back in the pleasure of finally getting exactly what she needed.

“Stick with me there, gorgeous,” Eddie whispered as he pulled out and made his first thrust into her.

Her eyes focused in on his, piercing into hers with such intensity, such want and need. She couldn’t keep staring at them. This was already going to be over far too soon, and it would only be so much faster if he kept looking at her like that. Eddie set a strong, steady rhythm of his hips into hers, and (Y/n) buried her face in his neck behind his hair, kissing at his skin in between her moans.

His cock filled her to the brim, but she was so wet from her first orgasm that it was sliding in and out of her with ease. The sounds their bodies made as he slammed into her were sinful. His grunts, her moans, the smack of skin on skin as his cock bottomed out inside of her. She wanted to record it for posterity, for her own pleasure later when she was alone in her room without Eddie there to make her feel this way again.

She was sure she would imagine this feeling, his cock pounding into her, filling her, the groan of satisfaction that slipped out of him every time her walls clenched around him.

Their clothes were mostly still on, and (Y/n) could feel the denim of Eddie’s vest rubbing at the inside of her thighs wrapped around him. There would be patches of raw skin there tomorrow. Redness and chafing that her uniform wouldn’t cover up, hickeys on her neck and chest from his bites that would tell everyone exactly how ‘sick’ she had been tonight. Thinking about it, about everyone know how good Eddie fucked her, made it hotter.

“Harder, Eddie,” (Y/n) whimpered, using her back to leverage her hips up to meet his.

Eddie grunted in response and let himself press more of his weight into her, freeing up his legs to power his hips faster. He was pounding into her now, chasing the relief they both desperately sought in each other.

There would be a next time. Next time, she’d have him in her bed, naked under her as she bent him to her will, but this was exactly what she needed right now. Reckless, mindless, spontaneous, unrestrained. He could’ve fucked her against the wall of the school where anyone could’ve stumbled upon them, and she still would’ve felt exactly like this, like she was chasing her high and he was the only one who could deliver it.

The van was filled with hot, humid air from their breathy moans and the heat of their bodies moving against each other; it felt like a sauna. The frame had begun to shake around them with Eddie’s more forceful thrusts. Anyone outside would know exactly what was going on in there.

They would know exactly who was doing it to, as Eddie hit a particularly sensitive angle, and (Y/n) threw her head back and moaned his name at the top of her lungs.

“That’s it, gorgeous,” Eddie grunted, snapping his hips into her, “Are you gonna cum with me?”

She was so close, “Yes, Eddie, God, right there.”

Eddie listened to her, readjusting his knees further under her to keep hitting the same angle that left her absolutely panting, whimpering, chasing her high.

“Cum for me. Cum for me,” He pulled his head back from her and stared down at her, greedy to watch as she fell apart. (Y/n) made eye contact with him, and the intense look in his eye that had scared her gaze away before, the wanton, lust ravaged look that spoke to just how close he was to finishing, powered her forward. It was almost too much; she tried to turn her head to the side, but one of Eddie’s hands grabbed her chin and kept her eyes on his as she fell apart around him.

The muscles in her thighs began to quake, and her legs fell from where they had been wrapped around him; her hand in his hair mindlessly jerked at his curls as she cried out. Her walls latched onto his cock like a lifeline, and her release gushed forth uncontrollably around him.

He followed seconds behind, his hips stuttering their blistering pace before completely faltering as he shot his full load into her with a groan of relief. His arm, holding him up beside her head, gave out, and Eddie laid his entire weight on top of her.

(Y/n) was gasping for breath. Her whole body seemed to be quaking from the aftershock, and she realized just how hot and sweaty she felt under her clothes.

Eddie wasn’t much better. Instinctively, her hand in his hair began stroking through it, calming him down from his high, “Not bad, Eddie,” she teased breathlessly.

Eddie grumbled, and in response his hips jerked up into hers, cock still nested inside her. She couldn’t help the whimper as the friction made her quiver from how oversensitive she was.

“I’ll be good in a minute,” Eddie chuckled blissfully, “Then I’ll take you home… We can figure out when next time will be on the way.”

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thequietkid-moonie · 1 year

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Not sure if you remember that scene one in RoR/SnV where The Serpent was harassing Eve by grabbing onto her and not letting her go because he wanted her all to himself? Could you write something about how Buddha, Hades, Thor would react if they knew of that same situation happening to reader? Hopefully it’s too confusing for you 😅😅

S/O got harrased by the serpent

[ SCENARIO ] [ Buddha, Hades, Thor ]

[ Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Records of Ragnarok ]

My dear I love your idea, I love Adam and the whole thing about Eve's trial, the scene is just magnificent ✨✨ and, also, im always up to beat an idiot's ass

I was thinking on it and I realice that this is an actual harrasment and that could be a traumatic experience so this is more serious than expected

Buddha

As much as Buddha loves just being with you and cuddle you he knows that you need time to yourself (as well as he does) so he is completely willing to let you be by yourself when you need it

It probably happens one of those ocations where you were alone when the serpent approached to you with a not so innocent intent, trying to immediatly restrain you but you manage to get away from him and run away

Although if he did find you when the serpent were harrasing you he will imediatly call him out, first just threating him to leave you alone and it would depend on the next move of the serpent if he attack him or not

However Buddha will be really mad for the whole situation, and even when his blood is boiling he tries to remind calm and focus only on you right now. His first course of action is to make you feel safe, even if the serpent doesn't manage to do something serious is still a traumatic experience so he, first of all, is making sure you realice that you are with him and that you are safe now

He want to know exactly what happened but will take things slowly, not wanting to make you relive that experience, as well he is just focusing in your comfort, asking you if is alright for him to touch you before doing it, even if he just want to hold your hand, and every touch is the most gently and sweetly

Also, if you tell him that you managed to defend yourself from him, either just enough to get away or to fully beat him he is truly proud of you and he won't hesitant on telling you so

Is for sure that he will go and give a lesson to the serpent but he isn't going to even think on leaving your side before making sure you will be fine if he leave you for a moment, it doesn't matter if it takes you a long time or just a little while to feel comfortable again

Buddha think in just scare the hell of him, threatening to kill him but that will vary according to how much it affected you (specially if you prefer for him to not use violence), however if the bastard dare to try to turn around things against you and try to blame you Buddha will react immediatly and kill him

After this Buddha will be hesitant to let you alone, for yours and his sake, as well he will feel kinda guilt about the whole thing (specially if it affected you a lot), and he prefers to don't talk about it again just because he doesn't want to bring you bad memories, but if you want to talk about it or it helps you doing it he has not problem with hearing you vent

Hades

Hades is really caring and he loves being by your side, whenever you go out if he has the opportunity and you let him he will love to go with you but if you want to go alone or he is busy he has no problem with you going alone (although he always recommend for you take a guard with you)

This would happen one of those moments where you went out alone, the serpent tanking advantage of it or even knocking out whoever where with you. It could be that either you manage to get away from him or someone else helped you, but still the serpent try to sneak away because he isn't that stupid to stay there waiting for Hades to appear

It also could be that he find you while the serpent were attacking you and in that case he inmediatly react, harshly separating the two of you two and putting you behind him while angrily threating the serpent, demanding an explanation

Doesn't matter how it happen the moment the news of you being harrased reach him he is immediatly furious, he drops everything he is doing and just runs to your side (in case you weren't the one telling him), he doesn't want to force you to talk about it but he needs to know so with the most sweet and gentle voice he ask you what happened, if you let him he will like to hold you close but if you prefer to not be touched he is totally fine with it

Hades holds all the patience in the world for you so you can use all the time you need to recover, but he want for you to keep going and don't get caught in the bad memories, he will bring you everything you ask for your comfort as well as pass all the time you need by your side, nothing will make him happier to help you feel safe and comfortable again

Just as much as he is focused in your comfort he is focused on making the serpent pay for what he had done, so he waste no time and ask the guards to bring the bastard to him imediatly (he would go to search him himself but he doesn't want to leave you alone), and even when he is furious he try to be fair and don't let himself get carry for the anger, although he is on the edge so it just take him trying to blame you or even you getting scare for his presence and Hades will let get out his anger on him

After everything is solved Hades stay really caring and gentle with you, he doesn't want to rush you so he will be pretty protective until he knows you are better (and not just masking or trying to ignore what happened), also he offered an apology for what happened, he knows he wasn't the one who attacked you but he can't help but feel guilty for not protecting you

Thor

Being in a relationship with you vanish Thor's apathy and boredom, but that is just one of all the reasons he has of why he loves spending time with you, so even when he doesn't say much or even if is just being physicaly close he loves spending time with you, although he totally respect that you want to have time alone and others times he just get too busy so you two will have to separate

It has to be in one of those moments where you were alone when the serpent taked the opportunity to attack you, trying to be quickly or even trying to take you somewhere else, it could be that you manage to run away or that someone else helped you, but in that moment the serpent will just snuck knowing what fate awaits for him if he doesn't run away

Although if Thor manage to get in time and see the serpent harrasing you he is furious and react immediatly, it would be almost a miracle that he doesn't hurt you when he separate him from you, with one of his hands he holds the serpent almost crushing him (as if his gaze wasn't enough to almost kill him) while with the other he is pushing you behind him

His reaction is still pretty bad when he gets the news of what happened to you, he is furious at the bastard and imediatly gets going to searching him, he will make him pay just for even just think on touching you, it doesn't matter if this doesn't affected you much because this is something unpardonable

The only thing that can stop him right now is you, asking him to please just stay by your side, if that is what you wish he then he will stay, but just until you are more calm or even fall sleep because then he will get back on track of searching that stupid serpent, he will hunt him if he has to (although he doesn't want to waste much time because he doesn't want to leave you alone) and the chances of him getting alive from it are minimum

After taking care of the problem Thor will completely focus on you, he isn't good with words so once he return the first thing he does is hold you close to him, gently hide you from the rest of the world, and he will stay like that for a while because he can't help but blame himself for it (specially if you still seem scare)

From that day it would take a long time for Thor to feel comfortable again with leaving your side, he want to stay by your side all the time, or at least keep you in his range of vision and he becomes pretty protective and wary of whoever gets near you. He just want for you to feel safe and comfortable again, he doesn't want for you to fear of being attacked again

However, even when his reaction afterwards is pretty bad it would vary depending on how much it affected you, like if you still seem really scare he won't leave your side at any moment, but if you seem to be handling it well he will be more calm about it and wont take him long to let you be alone again

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softxsuki · 5 months

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Urgent request! Before I start I just want to say that if you are overwhelmed with asks or are uncomfortable with this request please feel free to ignore it. Anyway, can I request baji, and mitsuya with a very sunshine/ happy go lucky gf who’s always smiling but one day they see her self harm scars (that she’s never said anything about)? I’ve always been the therapist friend and the one to help people when no one else would, but no one ever helped me.

I always wear long sleeves cause mine go all up my arm and I hate them. I’ve been clean for a few years now but I never wear short sleeves due to people making uncomfortable comments and just out right being rude to me for having them. I’ve had family members yell at me for hurting myself/ having scars, never really asking if I’m ok. I just want to comforted by my favorite boys and actually be able to vent to someone without being judged and not have to keep up being happy all of the time.

Side note: keep up the great work, I’ve read through your stuff and it has really brought me comfort :’) also take as much time as you need, i don’t want to rush you

Baji and Mitsuya (Separate) Comforting Sunshine S/O After Seeing Her Scars

mentions of self-harm and scars, please don't read if those things will be harmful to you, rather than comforting pls

Pairings: Baji x Fem!Reader, Mitsuya x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of scars, alluding to self-harm

Genre: Comfort

Word Count: 520

Post-Type: Headcanons

Summary: In which you're usually happy-go-lucky so they're shocked when your sleeve raises and they see scars there

[A/N: Hey hun <3 thank you so much for being so sweet and patient, I really appreciate it! I was more than happy to write this for you. I just hope this is able to bring you some comfort! Thank you always for the support <3]

Baji:

Baji is shocked, he’s used to seeing your strong side, the side of you that’s always put together and happy

You always had a smile on your face and never failed to spread that sunshine to the people around you as well, including himself–it’s one of the reasons why he fell for you so quickly

So when he sees those scars for the first time and you let him in on what you’ve been feeling behind your smile, he becomes very protective over you

Not only did he think he needed to protect you from others, but now also from yourself

Of course, this man was always protective of you, but even more so when he sees your scars

He feels bad for the times he ranted to you when you were probably going through your own struggles and he didn’t even realize it

Awkwardly says that he’s there for you if you want to talk about anything (he’s bad with feelings, but at least he’s trying)

Give him some time to loosen up and get used to all this

Yes, he’s very awkward at first and kinda doesn’t know how to go about acting now, but give him some guidance and he’ll figure it out

He loves you and just wants you to be okay, so expect a very clingy Baji for the next few weeks until you open up more to him and show your true feelings in front of him instead of hiding them behind a smile like you always did

Mitsuya:

Mitsuya is also shocked at the sight of your scars, but he’d never let that shock appear on his face

He has always been your biggest support system, so he’s definitely going to be even more now than ever

Presses kisses to your scars, no matter how old or fresh they are, with the utmost of care, showing you how much he loves you and how these scars change nothing between you

Goes out of his way to design you shirts with long sleeves or jackets when the weather gets colder that he knows you’ll love, if you decide to continue to cover the scars

But makes sure you know that there’s nothing to hide, he accepts all of you, even your arms with scars, and nobody would be stupid enough to comment about them with him around

To him, those scars are proof of your strength, you got through some of the hardest moments of your life and you’re still around pushing through it all, he admires that so much, but he’d never let you go through those battles alone anymore to the point where cutting felt like your only route to relief

Mitusya makes extra time for you in his day, checking in on you and spending time with you to make sure you’re doing okay

Encourages you to speak your true feelings with him, there’s absolutely no judgment with him at all; you don’t need to plaster a fake smile on your face to please him

He wants to face your problems with you and help you overcome them together

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Posted: 12/11/2023

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yanderes-galore · 8 months

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If it's okay could I request Transformers prime Knockout with a human part 2 if not just a oneshot then :)

I'll see what I can do to add to this! Sorry if this continuation was bad, I wasn't sure what else to add :(

Midnight Drive Part 1 Found Here

Midnight Drive Part 2

Yandere! TFP! Knock Out with Human! Darling Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Tracker, Stalking, Kidnapping, Degrading behavior, Manipulation, Forced relationship, Implied invasive touching, Implied delusional yandere, Cybertronian/Human pairing.

Knock Out had been practicing on working with humans before he took you in. They're such small trackers and it took time to find a tracker small enough to fit under your skin. It felt very similar to microchipping you.

Under your skin now lays a mechanical component holding information, with a quick scan it shows you're his and where you are.

It took a significant amount of time to successfully finish the procedure. On a small table you lay unconscious, blissfully unaware of what he has done. It felt nice to finally have you in his grasp.

Knock Out internally praises himself for what he's done. He'd managed to take you onto The Nemesis with minimal questioning and successfully marked you as his. Now he can't ever lose you as long as you have a tracker.

Such a device you won't be able to remove on your own anyways.

While you sleep peacefully Knock Out takes his time noting your anatomy. His claws lightly graze your skin and he takes note of your limbs. If he is going to properly take care of you he needs to know everything about you, right?

Knock Out pauses when he sees you move. You murmur in your sleep before slowly waking up. Knock Out watches carefully, optics carefully observing you.

His original intentions were to bring you back to your human home... but you've pulled at his spark....

"Wake up, human..." Knock Out encourages. "Your procedure was a success, even on such a small fleshy body."

You shakily try to sit up and stare at Knock Out with tired yet scared eyes. You shuffle against the table but realize it's too high to get down. Knock Out laughs at this, a teasing grin on his face.

"Aw, look at you! You can't move around here without my help, can you?"

"You're... the car that's been following me-"

Knock Out frowns for a moment before answering.

"I'm not just some car, I think I'm better than that! You did get one thing right... I WAS following you. You caught my interest since that race between us. You're quite skilled!"

"I don't even know what you want from me... where did you even take me!?" You shakily ask, looking around at the amount of purple walls.

"To my lab. I had to make sure I made my mark on you. After all, humans tend to be seen as pets by Decepticons...." Knock Out vents in what appears to be his form of a sigh. "You're so much more than just a pet to me though, dear. My fellow Decepticons just wouldn't understand."

"What did you do!?"

"Always with the questions, huh?" Knock Out clicks, leaning on the table to look at you. "I put a tracker on you. It tell me exactly where you are. That way I'm never going to lose you if you decide to pull something stupid and run."

You're shocked at the blunt tone he uses with you. You then see Knock Out laugh at your expression before lightly tapping your stomach with a metal claw.

"But you'd never do that, right? You're so much smarter than that as my human."

"Why'd you pick me?"

"Partially by chance. However, who really knows why?" Knock Out hums, you could tell by his tone he's messing with you in a playful manner. He also seems to be warning you to play along. You begin to fear what he may be warning you about.

"Do I get to go home?"

"Maybe." Knock Out answers, appearing to not like the idea all that much. "I'd prefer it if I could keep you here more than anything."

Your heart sinks to your stomach when Knock Out picks you up to hold you. Despite being one of the smaller Decepticons he still holds you high off the ground. Fearing he'll drop you, you situate yourself in the palm of his hand/servo.

"I know enough about your organic species to take care of you. You'll be fed and cared for. I feel most of your time will be here... yet you'll see Earth again."

"Really?" You ask, your eyes sparkling in hope.

"We'll drive together, that's the one interest we share isn't it?"

You feel uneasy at what he's implying and look away. Yes, you used to love driving at night. Yet you don't like the idea of being locked in a sentient alien robot for very little fresh air.

It just sounds like a moving prison.

"... what do I even call you?"

"Knock Out."

"Okay, Knock Out... that doesn't seem like a very good idea to me-"

"Really? I thought you wanted to see your home again. You could always just stay here and I'll be the one who goes." Knock Out's expression is cocky as he sees the fear on your face.

"W-Wait, no-!" You cry out, only after realizing Knock Out is training you like a pet. You go silent at the realization before biting your tongue and continuing. "I'll drive with you if it means I can look away from these purple walls...."

"Excellent! I knew you'd come around. We may have only met recently but I did enjoy our drives together." Knock Out praises holding you close while he exits his lab. You quickly feel sick to your stomach at the idea of him following you for all that time.

"Where are we going?" You ask, observing the walls of what appears to be a ship.

"Isn't it obvious?" Knock Out look down at you, softly stroking your head.

"I want to take another midnight drive with my special human."

It's then as he walks through The Nemesis you realize you may never see your old life again. Even if you ran, he'd find you. He'd probably even kill any who try to take you.

With reality sinking in, you curl up into a ball and try to dry your approaching tears.

Knock Out offers you minimal comfort.

#yandere transformers #yandere transformers prime #yandere knock out #yandere knockout #yandere tfp knock out #yandere tfp knockout

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alloftheimaginesblog · 10 months

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a little bit lost without you {e.m}

plot: you see eddie for the first time after your break up.

character: eddie munson x plus size reader

part of my eddie munson ‘pretty eyes’ series

Of course you knew the day would come where you'd run into Eddie and you'd have to speak to him again and honestly, you were a little surprise that it hadn't already happened yet. In the months since your break-up you'd practiced over and over speeches that you'd say to him, vent out every last frustration so that you could move on with your life but when you did eventually run into him... all of that went out the window and all you could do was stand and gape at him like a fish out of water.

He looked the same with the same curled hair, the same big brown eyes, the same rings on his fingers, the same denim vest with the same patches sewn onto it... Still had your pink hair tie on his wrist, even after all this time.

"Hey, pretty eyes," he said after a few moments of pregnant pause.

Shit.

Maybe you weren't as over him as you thought you were. You'd convinced yourself you were over him but now seeing him in front of you... your heart ached. It was him calling you 'pretty eyes'. You missed that nickname, it was the sweetest nickname anyone had ever given you.

"Hey, Eds..." You said, voice a little hoarse.

You hadn't really expected to run into him in the mall, Eddie had always spoken about his hatred of the mall for all the stupid teenagers who would hang around here but maybe you didn't know him that well anymore.

You shifted uncomfortably. You didn't really know what to say. All that time you'd spent rehearsing your speech and you could remember none of it, "Uh, how are-"

"How's thing-"

"Sorry." The two of you both said at the same time after speaking over the other.

Eddie rubbed his neck as he gave a small chuckle, "How's things?"

Do you want the truth? Do you want to hear how awful I've felt without you? Do you want to know about all the sleepless nights, the crying, the regret? Do you really want to know?

"Yeah, I've been alright," you said, overly happy as you plastered a grin on your face, "What about you?" Eddie's smile faltered upon hearing how good you've been doing. He didn't know whether you were telling him the truth or not but he took what you were saying for face value.

He shrugged, "Yeah, yeah... not bad." It was a bit ass lie. Eddie had spent his months wallowing. He had fucked your relationship and he hated himself for it. It had ended because he was in a rut, refusing help and refusing to help himself. You had tried to help but he pushed you away and you gave him an ultimatum, be better or be single. Eddie hated himself for making the wrong choice, "You look great. I mean you always do but... yeah." You looked down at your outfit, jeans and a jumper nothing that great but Eddie had always loved the way you looked. He had always loved your body, despite its size, despite its curves, despite the fat rolls and stretch marks. Eddie was one of the reasons you had grown to love yourself; you saw how much he loved you and you started doing the same. He always treated you with such love and care, never making you feel ugly or unwanted... He was good.

It was like you were watching yourself from above, an our of body experience, is that what they call it? You heard yourself saying, "Well, it was nice seeing you." Saw yourself giving Eddie one last pathetic smile before starting to walk away. Why were you just leaving? There were so many things you wanted to say, so many things you needed to say.

Eddie wasn't letting you go so easily though.

"I got a job!" He called, a little louder than necessary as a few people turned to look at him to see who was shouting about a job.

You stopped.

"Eddie, you can't keep living like this! You need to get out, do more than just sit and get high! You need to get a job, make your own money, save up for a place of your own!"

"I'm fine the way I am, thanks though."

That was one of the fights that ended your relationship. He refused to help himself, refused to get a job and fund his habits... You had supported him through money you'd gotten from your own job and you couldn't do it anymore. You just couldn't.

You stayed frozen, facing the other way, so Eddie continued talking, "That's why I'm here, you know I hate the mall. It's in the music shop, the one beside The Gap... It's a couple of days after school and the weekends. I've been using the money to help my Uncle, started saving up and even bought myself a proper bed frame like you suggested... I've been trying." It was true. He had been trying, he'd actively been trying to better himself.

For a week after the break up, he had been expecting you to come back. He had convinced himself that it was all just a stupid fight and you didn't mean what you said, that your ultimatum was just you being dramatic... Until he woke up one day and realised you really weren't planning on coming back. He replayed that fight over and over in his head, regretting every response and scoff that he did. Your requests weren't so stupid as he thought. He looked around his room at the mess he'd let himself get into; no money, no job, no friends, no girlfriend. That's when he decided to change.

You turned to him, face softened but eyes sad, "I'm happy for you, Eds," you said quietly, "it'll be good for you."

"It is," he nodded. He could sense that you were pulling away again so he took a breath, "I'm not doing good at all actually, (y/n). I'm having a hard time-"

"Eddie..."

"I'm lost without you. I'm trying to be better, I've been trying so hard I promise. I-I fucked up, (y/n) and..." He took a deep breath and exhaled, letting his shoulders sag, "I miss you."

Your heart panged. You closed your eyes for a few seconds, remembering the good times. For most of your relationship, things were great. He could always make you laugh, made you feel so loved. He was the one that protected you from Carver and his cronies after they mocked you for your weight. Eddie loved all of you, curves and fat rolls and all. He always made you feel equal, never less than.

"I... I don't know what to say, Eds," you whispered, eyes flooding with tears, "I've been trying to move on, move past you and this- you... it's confusing."

Eddie nodded, wringing his hands together before stuffing them in his pockets, "Can I take you for lunch?" He asked, "My treat."

You pursed your lips, debating it over in your head, "Is that a good idea?" You asked, "I mean... I dunno. I don't know." Your head was reeling with the thoughts and worries you had.

He stepped a little closer, not too close but just a little closer, "Hey, it's okay," he gave you a small smile, "we don't have to. I just... I miss you and I thought it might be nice but it's okay. Seeing you, knowing that you're doing okay-"

"I'm not okay though." You hadn't meant to spill the beans but everything was overwhelming and he'd been so honest and you just snapped, "I've not been okay at all." Eddie really fought hard to not smile at that but you corners of his mouth did tilt upwards, "Okay..." you exhaled, "let's go for lunch."

He grinned, "Wanna go to your favourite?"

You nodded, "Yeah, that sounds good."

He gestured towards the south entrance and told you his van was parked out there, he'd drive and the two of you walked towards the exit. Your hands fidgeted with your sleeves and if you were being honest you might as well tell him, "I'm a little bit lost without you too, Eds."

Maybe there was hope after all.

#pretty eyes #pretty eyes series #plus size reader #plus size series #reader insert #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson #imagine #one shot #os #prompt #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things one shot #eddie fic #fanfic

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bigdealsgoddog · 1 year

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Lookism characters walking in on your ‘personal self care’

Cw: smut, use of toys, teasing, degradation, ‘caught in the act’

Jake kim(Kim Gimyung)

This teasing lil shit. He had just come home from a long day with big deal and all he wanted was to cuddle up with you on the couch with either a really really bad horror movie or some comedy sketch

That is until he heard your voice moaning his name come from your shared bedroom. He’d have the biggest grin on his face as he walks to your room and quietly opens the door so he can cross his arms and lean against the doorway

God does it take all of his will and patience to not move from that spot as he watched you arching your back while you continued to repeat his name

He had to hold in a chuckle when you finally did notice him, scrambling to pull the covers over you with your face bright red

“Ah-ja-JAKE?!” Cue crashing fumbling sounds as Jake chuckles and slowly walks over to you “I heard you calling my name. So here I am sweetheart”

He got on the bed, grabbing onto the blanket as you tried to retreat, slowly sinking under the blanket “c’mon, you don’t wanna do that on your own right? You were calling my name all cute, I just wanted to help. But I can’t help you if you don’t ask me” He teased, tugging the blanket down a little but keeping you mostly covered

‘Please….’ Your shy mumbling as you looked away, completely embarrassed “what was that? I can’t hear you, you have to be louder” your bright red face just spurred him on, making him smirk at you

“Please make me feel good Jake” you looked up at him as he grinned, swiftly pulling off the blanket that covered you and quickly going to your neck

Samuel seo(Seo Seongun)

Samuel was having a really long day at work, he was stressed out, sore and just really wanted to sip some whiskey on the couch with you wrapped around his arm listening to him vent about his day.

But no, the moment he came home-your presence greeting him at the door noteably missing- he heard your sweet voice calling out to him. He’d raise an eyebrow as he walked to your shared bedroom as he shrugged off his work coat

“(Y/n) you-“ he stopped in his tracks when he got to the door, realizing you didn’t hear him over all of your own little noises

He quietly pushed the door open, watching as you lifted and sunk yourself on your toy as you let out moans and calls for Samuel.

You didn’t notice him until he cleared his throat, your head whipping around to see him arms crossed leaning on the doorway, staring at you like a piece of meat

“Look what we have here. You know I had a very long day at work today and I get to come home to see someone other than me touching what’s mine?” He pushed himself off as he slowly stepped over to you

“Samuel!-you’re home earlier than I thought-you-“ you tried scrambling to cover yourself or even pull off the toy but Samuel stopped you with a firm grip on your waist “I’m home the same time I always am-you wanted to do this on purpose didn’t you you little slut?”

He slowly made you roll your hips on the toy, making you gasp “I’m going to make sure that toy is thoroughly put to use. Then, I’ll show you exactly why you don’t need a stupid toy like this.”

Zack lee(Lee Jinsung)

Zack knows you two haven’t gotten a lot of time alone with each other recently, he decided he wasn’t gonna stop a few places before he went home. Grabbing some snacks, soda and even grabbing some alcohol so you two could finally wind down

You’ve both been through it lately, you both deserve to treat yourselves! And maybe you two could have a little extra fun after-

Zack was whistling as he came inside, setting the bags down on the kitchen counter until he heard your voice calling out to him

He smiled to himself as he grabbed one of the snacks and your favorite drinking before happily walking over to your room “oh (y/n) I’ve got something spe-“ he stopped, nearly dropping the items as your moan was cut off by a gasp and you scrambled to hide yourself and your vibrator.

Your face was bright red in embarrassment as he just stared back surprised. A grin slowly formed on his face as he set the treats down, walking over to you. “I was planning on such a nice night with you with snacks and entertainment-but it looks like you started without me”

He got on the bed and climbed ontop of you as you tried stuttering out a response, both of his hands were on either side of you before one moved to squeeze and gently rub your thigh “you don’t mind if I dig into my snack then do you? I gotta catch up”

#lookism smut #smut hcs #Jake kim smut #Samuel seo smut #Zack lee smut

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tinybirbwrites · 1 year

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Guilty Pleasure (Dick Grayson/Reader)

Hello, hi. This started as a vent fic, then it became super silly and fun and longer than expected. No warnings except for some swearing, just silly fluff and crack. Reader is gender-neutral. Also I had Gotham Knights Dick in mind while writing, the game really grew on me lmao.

You often wondered whether Dick had a sixth sense for your mood. Each time you were upset about something, he would either somehow end up finding out about it, or unknowingly comfort you in some way.

Watched a sad movie while Dick was away? Look at your phone; Dick either just sent you a meme, pun, or a sweet little message to brighten your day. Unhappy about what you saw in the mirror? Just you wait; Dick always seemed to have a heartfelt compliment ready for you. Lonely? Worry not; Dick already made plans to come over and glue himself to you for several hours.

This time was no different. Just twenty minutes after you saw something hurtful on social media, Dick plopped down next to you on the couch and wrapped a casual arm around your shoulders.

“Hey, wanna watch a dumb movie together and cuddle?”

Hell yeah.

The movie did turn out to be super dumb—a crazy woman summoning the spirit of her dead killer husband into a fake christmas tree, who then goes on a murderous rampage as a christmas tree? Really? But it was exactly what you needed at that moment.

You were crying and laughing through the stupidity of it all, switching between actually paying attention because of what was happening or because Dick was actively commenting on it, and thinking back to the post you saw that upset you in the first place. Dick didn’t ask, but he kept giving you comforting squeezes and rubbed slow circles over your back the whole time.

As the credits started rolling and you finally got over how weird the movie was, Dick stroked a careful thumb over the tear-trails on your cheek. “Alright, well, now that we’ve gone through all five stages of grief together… You wanna tell me about it?”

You leaned back with a shaky exhale. “Well, you know how I like to read and write fanfiction?” At his nod, you continued, “Well, there’s a subgenre called ‘reader inserts.’ They’re… basically exactly what the title implies. They’re written with you as the main character, and most of the time it’s with a romantic plot point at the focus. It’s something I like to consume for comfort, because it feels nice to read about yourself meeting your favorite characters and interacting with them, doing things together that you’ll never be able to in real life, right? And there’s a lot of well written fics out there that I enjoy a lot, but of course, as with everything, there’s also not so good ones. And the tragic part is, the not so good ones are the only thing that other people who aren’t interested in this subgenre see and know about, so reader inserts get a pretty bad rep. And I get it, I’ve also seen the bad ones, and there’s… a lot of porn, too. I understand it can be frustrating to see when you really don’t want to, but shaming people for writing and reading it just… hurts, you know? It really hurts.”

Dick was silent for a while, frowning. “Sadly, there’ll always be people who get upset about things they don’t like or don’t understand. Some are mature about it, and some aren’t. I’m guessing you saw someone complaining?”

You sighed and nodded, tiredly rubbing a hand over your forehead. “Yeah.” You didn’t feel like elaborating on what the person said specifically, it would only upset you more. Maybe you’d sent a screenshot to Dick later, but right now you just wanted to forget about it.

Dick hummed. “I’m sorry you had to see that. It really sucks when you’ve gotta deal with people hating something you love and care about. And I know it’s easier said than done, but… don’t focus on that negativity. Focus on the good stuff. You’ve talked about getting a lot of positive feedback on your own writing before, yeah? Focus on that. People love what you write, and you love other people’s writing, that means there’s a community where you can all share what you love with each other, and that’s a beautiful thing. Some people just aren’t into the same stuff, they don’t get it, so sometimes they’ll complain about it to feel better. It’s hurtful, yeah, but remember that they’re not targeting you specifically. It’s their problem, the issues often lie within themselves. From what you said, it sounds like they’re just shitting on something they don’t wanna see because they don’t like or care about it. They’re not offering constructive criticism, so really, you don’t have to concern yourself with them. Try to distance yourself from their words, be proud of what you do and who you are. Okay?”

You mulled over his words for a moment, digesting them bit by bit, and eventually, you managed a smile. “Yeah, okay.” You turned your head and leaned closer to him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “Thanks.”

When you looked at him, the expression on his face was almost shy. “You’re always welcome. I’m just glad I could help somehow.”

Days later, Dick came to you with an excited smile on his face, and you watched as he sat down and pulled out his phone. “So, since you told me about reader inserts, I’ve done some research to better understand what you meant. I wanted to know more about what you enjoy.”

Oh no. “Oh. Really?” you said, a lot calmer than you actually felt.

He grinned, unaware of your growing horror. “Yep! So, I wasn’t sure what to look for at first, but eventually I searched for reader inserts that included some of the media I personally enjoy. I found a few I actually liked a lot! But, uh, I get what you meant with there being a lot of porn.”

You hid your face in your hands with a chortle, feeling heat quickly traveling to your cheeks at the mental image of Dick reading smut fics out of pure curiosity to learn more about what you were passionate about. “Yeah…”

Suddenly, Dick brightened. “Also! You won’t believe it, but I found a lot of Nightwing reader inserts! Some got recommended to me because of my search history, and I got really curious, so—”

OH NO.

“I was so amazed at how many there are! Ah, of course, lots of porn too. Can’t really fault anyone for that, I mean, I know people love my butt, so it only makes sense. Still, feels kinda weird. I started reading a few because I just couldn’t help it, and isn’t it kind of funny? It’s like a story about me making out with myself! Anyway, I found a few really good ones, a lot of them were from the same author—”

Oh God, please, anything but this—

Dick scrolled through his phone for a moment, then turned it around to show you what he found. You felt your soul leave your body.

It was your very own profile picture that stared back at you.

It was your blog.

It was your writing.

Your Nightwing fanfics.

He went on, completely undeterred by your stunned silence. “I know it sounds kind of narcissistic of me to say, but you should totally give this person’s stuff a read! They’re really good! I felt weirdly immersed, reading about being in love with, well, myself. Pining after… myself. Never thought I’d feel so strongly about that, but here I am. There’s one story that I’m hoping will get a second part some day, actually. I’m thinking I should maybe leave a comment. You think it’d be too much to do that with my Nightwing account?”

Oh. Oh, thank God. Dick didn’t know it was you.

You subtly cleared your throat. “Uhm. Yeah, I think commenting as Nightwing would be a bit much.”

It was an older account—you actually hadn’t uploaded anything for a while now, but most of them were about Nightwing.

It had started off with the usual go-to scenarios of Nightwing saving reader while on patrol, something he’d actually done for you a few times now, which was what inspired you to scroll through the Nightwing x Reader tag in the first place. Then you decided you would give in and post some of your own for the public to see as well. Anonymously, of course. You’d never pin your actual name to that particular guilty pleasure of yours.

The more you wrote, the more you started to wonder about what if scenarios.

What if Dick Grayson was Nightwing? You’d noticed that they shared a lot of similarities; a love for puns, a charming smile, a kind heart, perfect hair, and, uhm… A nice body, too. You’d never written out this theory for the public eye, but in your head, you’d started imagining Dick being the one behind the mask, which fuelled your writing even more as you poured your feelings into them.

You knew it was kind of a No-No to write about actual, existing people. It wasn’t something you usually did, either, nor were you very proud of it. But you just couldn’t help it—you’d been pining after Dick and Nightwing separately for years now, venting about it in the form of self-indulgent writing, until you eventually figured out they were both one and the same person.

Of course you’d fallen head over heels in love with Dick, it was practically impossible not to; He had a stupidly big heart and a stupidly big butt. Finding out these two ridiculously attractive and caring people were actually one guy? That only served to intensify your feelings by, like, a hundred.

You hadn’t mentioned this realization to Dick, but it got more and more difficult not to as time went on. Until finally, one day, Dick confessed his vigilante identity to you, stating he trusted you and felt it was only fair if you knew. He felt bad about having to lie to you and keep making up excuses about his bruises and why he had to cancel plans every time something big happened that Nightwing had to take care of.

You were too scared to tell him about your feelings, especially after realizing you’d been writing reader insert fanfics about him all this time. It was one thing to just imagine Dick being Nightwing, but it was another to actually know it was him. You were lucky and very happy to even be friends with this amazing guy, and you weren’t about to ruin that by confessing your shameful sins to him.

You knew it was extra weird to write not only about an actual person, but about your friend. You’d never written any smut—that was something you just couldn’t let yourself do, it felt too wrong, even before you found out about Dick’s secret.

You knew he took all the sexually charged comments on his Nightwing persona in good stride. He actually seemed to glow from all the praise, even feeding into it by laying on the charm extra thick sometimes when on patrol, always insisting Nightwing should never wear a cape so his precious butt wouldn’t be covered up. You also knew that he himself as Richard Grayson was a very popular guy, handsome and charming, a “well dressed golden retriever,” as some people liked to describe him.

But you also knew that there was a line, and you felt like you were definitely crossing it by writing reader inserts about your best friend and crush. Though you did stop writing them after finding out about who Nightwing really was—it just felt too weird to keep posting more at that point.

Argh, who were you kidding? Either way, it was definitely still weird that you hadn’t immediately deleted your whole blog afterwards. It didn’t matter that Dick was currently unknowingly blowing up your phone with excited comments and likes on several of your Nightwing x Reader fics. You pulled it out and glanced at your screen as it lit up. Ah, he was also sending you all the links so you could read them for yourself.

Is this how Dick felt when people talked about Nightwing in front of him, not knowing it was him they were talking about? You certainly felt like you had a top secret persona now.

Despite your conflicted feelings on the matter and the rising shame in your chest, you couldn’t help but smile at Dick’s genuine enthusiasm. And his comments were all very nice, too.

Maybe… Maybe he would be okay with it, knowing it was you. Maybe he’d laugh about it. Maybe he’d even be flattered. You knew it would be impossible to keep this to yourself forever, especially since Dick was so easy to open up to. But not now. Definitely not now.

A few months later, Tim mentioned your username during a group conversation. In his defense, he probably thought it was common knowledge—you knew he wouldn’t reveal something as big as this on purpose if he thought it wasn’t a big deal. You were using the same username for several other accounts on other websites as well, all connected to your second email address, the one you hadn’t shared with Dick or the others, so you hadn’t actually expected them to ever look into it and find out.

How very foolish of you. You just hoped Tim hadn’t read any of your fanfics as well.

While you’d tried to appear calm and unaffected on the outside, you could feel yourself slowly dying on the inside, melting from the sheer amount of mortification you were experiencing.

You couldn’t look Dick in the eyes ever since.

While he hadn’t mentioned anything directly, you could tell the clogs inside his head had already turned enough for him to connect the dots. He knew. Fucking shit, he knew.

Several days went by. You kept casually sending messages to him, sharing memes and other every-day things like always, and he did the same. But you could tell he knew and wanted to say something, but didn’t because he could tell you were highly uncomfortable with him knowing.

He was nice like that. Goddammit.

And then, one evening, as you contemplated finally deleting your whole account and sending an official apology to Dick (you would definitely have to do that, you just didn’t know what to say and where to start), your phone lit up with a new message.

From Dick.

You stared at the notification for a long moment, dreading what you’d find once you opened it, until your eyes started to burn and you had to force yourself to take a few deep breaths and calm down.

Don’t jump to any conclusions now, you told yourself. Just open the damn message and see for yourself.

You procrastinated by going to the bathroom first. Then walked around the kitchen in search of something to eat, only to realize you were too anxious to actually eat anything.

So you took your damn phone and clicked on the damn notification, holding your damn breath as you read Dick’s messages.

(Dick) 21:32 : Hey, so, I had some ideas for a sequel regarding your last Nightwing story

(Dick) 21:33 : Hear me out

(Dick) 21:35 : What if Nightwing went over to reader’s place

(Dick) 21:35 : and then…

You waited for him to elaborate, maybe send a GIF or something else, but he wasn’t even online anymore. You frowned and started to type a hesitant, confused response, when there was a sudden knock on your living room window, making you flinch and shriek, almost dropping your phone in the process.

Looking up, you saw Dick in his Nightwing suit outside your window, grinning and waving at you.

You blinked at him for a moment, then quickly walked over to open the window. “Wha—”

“You haven’t posted in a long time,” Dick interrupted you with a smile. “I thought maybe I could help inspire you.”

“Ins— Inspire?” you repeated, stunned.

You stepped back a little when he started climbing through the window, taking in his appearance with a sense of awe. You’d seen him as Nightwing a few times now, but you never quite got used to it. He was a sight to behold—he always was, whether he was wearing the suit or just his regular clothes, but having Nightwing standing in front of you in your own home always felt a little unreal. It was so form fitting, showing off his muscles and curves, and the mask hiding parts of his face had its very own appeal that you could hardly put into words.

“I noticed a theme while going through your stories.” Dick’s voice pulled you out of your stupor, and you quickly shut your mouth, only now realizing you’d been gaping at him the whole time.

You cleared your throat. “A theme?”

“Yeah.” He stepped closer to you, slowly, as if he wanted to check whether you would move away or not. “Nightwing and reader never actually kiss in any of them.”

You thought your heart was going to burst out of your chest. Then you realized he was waiting for you to say something.

“Oh, uhm. Yeah. I, uh. I just felt kind of weird about that. At first I was just scared you’d maybe find out about my stories some day and be weirded out by them, but later on after you told me about being Nightwing, I also just— It felt wrong to write about kissing you because it felt… too personal? And then I just kinda stopped writing them entirely.”

“Mh-hmm,” he hummed understandingly, stepping even closer, close enough for you to smell his cologne and minty breath. “Not to force my own interpretations onto your writing or anything, but I think Nightwing would definitely be very much into kissing the reader. And seeing how strongly the reader feels about him, I’m guessing it’s something they would want, too?”

You gulped, then managed to croak out a weak, “Yeah.”

He smiled and leaned closer until the tip of his nose shortly brushed yours, pausing for a moment to give you the chance to pull away, then gently pressed his lips to yours. Your breathing hitched, an electrifying sensation running through your whole body, starting from the points where he was touching you. His hands were on your arms, slowly rubbing up and down while he moved his lips against yours just as slowly. Your muscles couldn’t decide whether to stay tense or relax and melt against him, so you did a weird combination of both.

Unsurprisingly, Dick was a very good kisser.

After a long moment, he eventually parted from you, leaning back a little to take in your reaction. You couldn’t help but let out a breathless little laugh, stunned by what just happened, and so very fucking happy.

Dick chuckled too, hands gently squeezing your upper arms as if he wanted to hug you. “Was that okay?”

“Absolutely,” you said, without hesitation. “I’m sure all the fics probably gave it away, but I have feelings for you. Strong ones.”

“Well, I didn’t want to make assumptions based on fiction alone,” Dick smiled. “But I’m glad, because I feel the same way. About you, I mean.”

Your chest warmed at that. Then you chuckled, an idea hitting you. “What, you don’t want me to write Dick Grayson x Nightwing fanfics next?”

He opened his mouth to retort with something sarcastic, but then his eyes widened. “Oh my God, that’s actually a really genius idea—”

You chortled and knocked your hand against his strong chest. “No, it really wouldn’t be. What if people connected the dots and found out because of it?”

He pouted. “Alright, fair point. But maybe you could write them just for me?” Aaand he was using his puppy eyes on you. Go figure.

“I’ll think about it,” you gave in. Only a few people were strong enough to withstand Dick Grayson’s charm, and you certainly weren’t one of them. “But, I gotta ask… Weren’t you super weirded out when you found out that I wrote all these stories? Didn’t it make you uncomfortable?”

If you ever found out that a friend of yours was writing romantic reader insert fanfics about you and publishing them… Well, you didn’t know what it would feel like, but it was definitely weird.

Dick chuckled and shook his head. “If it were someone else I knew, then maybe. But I know you—you’re one of my best friends. Knowing you wrote them, it just… doesn’t bother me at all, no. I understand why you wrote them, I understand why you published them, too. And why you stopped.” He shrugged. You felt a weight fall from your shoulders at his words, finally feeling yourself relax against him. “Anyway, did I manage to inspire you? You gonna write a kiss for part two?”

You snorted, then hummed, pretending to think for a moment. “I don’t know, I think I’ll need a bit more to really get the creativity flowing.”

Dick’s smile turned knowing. “I’d be more than happy to help.” And then he kissed you again, and it was even better than the first time.

#dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #reader insert #x reader #genderneutral reader

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