#ed x reader

[megalony]

It’s not safe

This is my first Ed Warren imagine (The Conjuring) I love all the movies from this franchise and this character just seems to stick in my head atm. I hope you all like it, feedback would be amazing.

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Summary: Ed and (Y/n) go to investigate a seemingly haunted farmhouse but when (Y/n) ends up trapped, Ed needs to get to his wife before she drowns.

Enjoy.

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"Hun, you okay?" Ed whispered the words against the shell of (Y/n)'s ear before his arm softly curved around her waist, keeping her protectively tucked against his side as they walked into the house.

His dark chocolate brown eyes focused on his wife, searching for the little telltale signs he could always pick up on. Ed knew every little action, movement and word that showed if (Y/n) was comfortable or if there was something wrong and right now, it felt wrong.

It had been over two months since the couple had last come to help a family in need and from the desperation in the wife, they knew this wasn't going to be a hoax.

The house was a lovely painted white farm house with a lot of land, a lake and a big swell of privacy surrounding it. (Y/n) was drawn to the scene it created and the swell of joy it caused to bubble in her chest at the thought of living somewhere like this with Ed. A house out the way of everyone, somewhere with space to plant and grow and nurture and an old enticing house.

Stepping inside the house was a different matter entirely.

"It's not safe."

A small, tight-lipped smile pulled at (Y/n)'s lips but her words sent a shiver running down her husband's spine. If she said those words it meant that there was a malevolent presence in the house that she could either see or feel.

(Y/n) knew this was her calling, to help people and make them feel safe and secure and out of harms way, but it took a toll on her that Ed was becoming increasingly worried about. He knew how anxious his wife could get and he knew that despite her sixth-sense, (Y/n) was afraid.

An exorcism or a séance would frighten her, the unknowing, the things she saw, they left marks, shock effects and they increased her fear with each one they saw.

"Okay, stay by my side hun, you'll be fine."

She could feel his hand becoming firmer on her hip and his body pressing up against her back like a coat of armour surrounding her for protection. If she was beside Ed then she would be and feel safe, nothing would harm her if he was with her.

It was in Ed's nature to be protective and this line of work only amplified that feeling, but after their last exorcism he was reluctant to move even an inch away from his wife.

(Y/n) had been backed into a corner, her chanting, her Latin, her prayers had all done nothing to keep the spirit at bay. When Ed had found her she was curled up beside the door, hands covering her ears and her eyes tightly closed as she chanted a prayer through sobs.

He wasn't going to let that happen again.

"Rob, would you like to show us round, explain where things have happened?" Ed slowly rubbed his hand up and down (Y/n)'s waist, his steady breathing comforting her and pushing her to keep calm and steady too.

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A soft breath parted through (Y/n)'s lips an her body started to lose the tension it held when she felt two strong arms caging around her waist before Ed's chin was then perched on her shoulder. She could feel the way he had to stoop down to lean down to her since his height towered above her own but it only made her feel more protected.

When his lips pressed against her exposed neck (Y/n) couldn't help but smile at the butterflies that it caused to errupt throughout her system. Any touch from Ed could cause fireworks in (Y/n)'s system just like the first moment they met.

"How do you feel, hun?" Ed's voice was soft and quiet, the words muffled against (Y/n)'s neck causing vibrations to run through her muscles and up her jaw.

"I feel okay... the house feels alive, in the wrong sort of way though."

Part of Ed had wondered if he was going to be able to get (Y/n) up the stairs with the way she had clung to the bannister earlier and took very slow steps. The presence of whatever spirit or evil was in this house was harbouring the most up on the first floor.

Now that the sun was very slowly setting behind the fields, the house was starting to come alive. Fear manifested at night when people were scared and vulnerable and the evil seemed to know this no matter where they were.

But (Y/n) felt calmer with Ed by her side and with her in this room, she felt a lot more at ease than she did when they arrived this morning.

"I'll help Drew finish up setting the cameras and thermal imaging soon and then we're all set for tonight."

When all the cameras, imaging machines and wires were set up, everyone would settle to their rooms, the family would try and sleep and Ed, (Y/n) and Drew, plus the police officer would see what happened. They would listen to the audio set up in each room and watch the house come alive.

"I'll get a shower then I'll help... stay here, please?"

(Y/n)'s voice drowned off at the end but her eyes said everything that was going through her mind.

The tension in her body briefly came back until Ed slowly turned her around in his arms and pressed a gentle kiss to her temple.

"Sure, sweetheart. I'll wait in here for you." Ed didn't need to ask nor did he want to upset his wife by making her tell him what he could already see. She didn't want to be left upstairs alone, even with the family pottering about, it didn't feel safe. Especially with the family roaming around, anyone could wander in the bathroom and find her by mistake.

Leaning up on her toes, (Y/n) pressed a kiss to Ed's lips, her palms gently caressing his face with her fingertips brushing patterns against his skin before they reluctantly parted. She felt Ed's hand wander down to feel her bum before he moved to sit on the double bed pressed up against the wall.

The family had all decided to sleep downstairs in the living room together when the strange occurences started to happen. Ed and (Y/n) would be camping out in the kitchen with the equipment tonight but for now they could get changed or rest upstairs in this room which had an adjoining bathroom they could use to freshen up in.

His eyes watched (Y/n) slowly pad into the bathroom, leaving the door half open as they always did. (Y/n) wasn't a fan of locking bathroom or toilet doors, especially in a house that was full of the unknown like this. The couple had a routine of leaving the door halfway open whenever they were in the bathroom separately just to be and feel safe.

Ed started to rummage through one of the rucksacks on the bed to get out the tape recorder so he could go over the tape they had recorded earlier with the family. The thick brown leather headphones sat easily on his head and he crossed his legs beneath him, drifting off into his own little world.

The moment (Y/n) stepped into the small, enclosed shower separate from the bath, she could feel her muscles relaxing. The hot water sprayed down on her skin like it was trying to help, trying to massage the terror from her system. It was comforting from the bitter cold sweeping through the wind outside and the steam from the heat made her lungs feel clear and open.

A feeling of contentment passed through (Y/n) as she slowly began to sway, something Ed always noticed and smiled at whenever they shared a shower. He loved watching her suddenly lean her thighs to each side and moved like the slow ticking of a metronome to silent music only she could hear.

(Y/n) knew she couldn't live in the shower tonight, as much as it would feel easier for her and feel safe, she had to get washed and get ready.

Her eyes remained closed from the moment she stepped under the water and her fingers methodically stroked through her hair, brushing it back on her head.

The contentment swelling through her didn't last long and (Y/n) felt like crying when it disappeared. It was a feeling that she didn't get very often when she was alone, only Ed could make her feel that way.

Unsafe.

The feeling was back again but it came with such a sudden shock that (Y/n) wobbled and had to find her centre again. It was like darkness seeping into her chest and swelling until she was about to burst. If she wasn't under the water she could have started to sweat and her skin would begin to prickle.

As if coming out of a trance, (Y/n) slowly opened her eyes, she should get out now and get ready before the feeling got any worse. She was just getting nervous about tonight, that was all. She needed to get to work, focus on a task and work through the night to rid this feeling and help the family rid this evil from their home.

A frown etched onto her face though, when her eyes cast down and she realised what she hadn't noticed a moment ago. The water was pooling around her ankles.

The shower wasn't very large, it was six by six foot if that, in a small square shape since the bathroom wasn't very big and the shower was clearly a new adaptation. But the water shouldn't be clogging around her like this, the stream from the shower head wasn't so forceful that it would take this long to drain the water.

Kicking her foot out, (Y/n) tapped her toe around the plug to see if the drain was getting blocked, but it felt like there was something just under the drain rim. All she could see was blackness down the drain. She hadn't shed that much hair or been covered in dirt or grime to block the shower this quickly and suddenly.

A startled yet quiet squeak left her lips when her hand pulled at the tap but it didn't work. She pulled the tap forward, pushed it back again, tried to twist it each way but the water stayed the same, the tap could have done a summersault but the water continued to flow.

This wasn't a coincidence.

"Ed... Ed..." She'd just have to get out and water log the bathroom until Ed could find a way to stop the water.

Why wasn't the door opening?

No, no please!

There was a handle on the outside of the glass door to the shower but to get out from the inside it just needed to be nudged. It wasn't working. The glass wasn't budging anywhere, not even an inch, it was as if (Y/n) had been put inside a glass box to be viewed and someone had glued the sides up.

Her slippery palms bashed against the glass causing droplets to fly all around her and steam marks to heat up around her imprint but it did nothing.

"Ed! Ed I'm stuck! Oh, God get me out please." Tears started to fall against her already sodden cheeks and her fingers curled into fists that smashed against the door but it did nothing.

The water was starting to reach her knees and travel up to her thighs already, she was going to drown.

The evil in this house knew, it was feeding off of everyone's fears and it knew that drowning was the one thing (Y/n) couldn't get over. A childhood accident had scarred her for life and now her fears were being listened to and played upon like an evil trick. She couldn't die this way, she couldn't drown, submerged in hot water stinging at her eyes and flooding down her lungs when they were burned and starved of oxygen.

A scream left her lips that rattled through the house before she curled her arms to her chest and thrust her body into the side of the shower.

Ed felt like the bed had rattled beneath him when a distant but audible scream hit his ears through the thick headphones. He tore them from his head, flinging the wire out of his way so he could be on red alert. His ears strained to find out what was going on and where the noise was coming from before his name pounded through his ears. He knew that voice; that was his wife.

As if a rocket had been set off in his system, Ed bounded off the bed and scrambled for the bathroom but the door was abruptly shut in his face. He couldn't stop himself from colliding with the door when it locked itself and a string of pain bolted through his chest but it was overruled by rage.

Something in this house was trying to hurt his wife and it was stopping him from getting to her.

"(Y/n)! (Y/n) what's happening? Talk to me baby."

Ed rammed his fists against the door, elbowing the lock before he turned to the side and started jolting his frame into the wooden door that was proving hard to beat down.

"The door- the shower door it won't open! I'm gonna drown," A guttural sob followed (Y/n)'s hiccupped words before she let out a whining cry. "Ed please!" Her shrivelled up hands clamoured against the door but the water was getting higher by the second. The more she bashed her fists on the glass, the more the water sprayed around her.

When she tried to ram into the sides to break through, she didn't have any momentum because the water was surrounding her and taking away her force.

"I'm coming baby, I'll get you out I swear. Keep talking to me baby." He didn't quite know what he was going to be facing on the other side of the door but whatever it was couldn't be good. He didn't see how (Y/n) could drown in the shower but he also knew that this wasn't her panicking about her fear of water. Something was happening because of the malevolent presence in this house.

Ed took to kicking the door instead until it finally swung open and he flung himself inside, turning right to try and see the shower before his eyes widened out of their sockets.

Now he could see what she meant.

Ed ran over to the shower, his eyes full of horror and his heart full of anguish for his wife. The water was almost up to her neck which caused her to plant her hands on either side of the glass surrounding her and her toes weren't touching the floor anymore to try and keep her afloat and keep her breathing.

He curled his fist around the door handle and tried yanking on it but the door wouldn't budge. (Y/n)'s screams and cries of terror were cutting through Ed right to his heart.

His face was beet red from anger and exertion, the buttons on his shirt were starting to become undone and pop from how he was flexing and moving drastically and the sleeves were clinging to his biceps. His hair was ruffled around his face, clinging to his forehead with sweat.

"Ed..."

"I'm getting you out baby, just look at me." Ed's voice was full of panic as he pointed to his eyes, he needed her to focus on him while he slammed the heel of his boot into the door causing her to shudder with the vibrations.

He grabbed and threw anything he could find at the shower but when his movements slowed for a brief moment, (Y/n) saw something change in his eyes. They narrowed slightly, his pupils shrunk and his nose and lips curled in distaste.

What was he looking at?

It looked like there was a shadow behind (Y/n) in the soapy water but Ed couldn't get a proper look at it before (Y/n) gurgled and screamed. Something unholy grabbed her ankle and yanked so fast and hard that she went below the surface of the water.

Her nails scratched against the glass, her palms trying to glue to the sides to push herself up but she barely got any air before she started to kick and fling about. Something was trying to drown her.

Tears left her red, burning eyes and Ed's name along with many prayers left her lips that were dribbling bubbles and water.

Ed whipped the cross from around his neck and tangled it between his fingers, words of Latin spewing from his lips as he tried to recite the quotes he remembered for any emergency exorcism. With rabid eyes and harsh breaths, Ed continued to pray whilst he shimmied the toilet seat from side to side before he wrenched it free and turned towards the shower.

The silent but deadly look in his eyes caused (Y/n) to push towards the back of the relatively small shower, coiling her legs and arms to her chest just as the word 'banish' escaped Ed's lips.

His arms heaved the seat over his head but he didn't have to slam it into the glass before the shower suddenly turned off and the door swung wide open.

A cloud of grey hurdled into the air, swirling around their heads before it disappeared out of sight.

The seat dropped from Ed's hands, crashing to the floor behind him before his knees buckled and he went down from the tidal wave of water that consumed every inch of him. He held his breath in his burning, starving lungs but kept his arms held out until he felt (Y/n)'s weight pummel into him and they skidded on the floor towards the other side of the room near the bathtub.

A growl left Ed's lips when the back of his head collided with the wall and his shoulders hunched and hit the wall, stopping him from sliding anywhere else and making (Y/n) waver in his soaked arms.

(Y/n) couldn't breathe.

Her eyes remained closed, her lungs burned and her chest heaved as she tried to catch a single bit of oxygen whilst coughing and spluttering the water she had accidentally inhaled. The cold, crisp air started to prickle at her skin until it felt like it was seeping into her bones making her tremble.

Her head was laid heavy on Ed's shoulder and her body was curled up against him like a child wanting comfort and reassurance. (Y/n) didn't realise she was crying and hiccupping until she felt Ed's chest vibrating when he began to quietly hum.

"Shh, baby I'm here. You're safe, you're safe I promise you." Ed pressed his lips to the top of (Y/n)'s head, feeling the water soaking up into his shirt and making him feel like he was bound in tape.

(Y/n)'s fingers started to dig into Ed's arms but he didn't care, he simply tightened his hold around her. He needed to hold her to assure them both that she was okay and safe with him. He had gotten to her in time, he didn't let her drown. If he hadn't of heard her screams he might not be sat holding her right now.

"I'll never let anything hurt you again, hun."

(Y/n) was the one thing in Ed's life that he feared losing, he didn't care about his own life or safety but he would break his neck to keep her safe. She was his world, and she was back safe and sound in his arms.

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[myveryownfanfiction]

Rickmas day 22: lights and strings

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @cassieuncaged, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @deepperplexity

warnings: swearing

ed and I laid on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. He absentmindedly drew on my arm with his finger. My eyes scanned the strings of lights tacked into the ceiling.

“it’s missing something.” I murmured as Ed turned his head to look at me. “I don’t know what but it’s missing something.”

“A disco ball?” He deadpanned. I stifled a laugh and gently nudged him. “We can always ask nick.” I scrunched up my nose.

“I don’t want to bother him.” I said. “New case.” Ed looked at me surprised. “Yeah I know. We’ll hear with him in a few days I’m sure.”

“it’ll come to you.” Ed pressed a kiss to my temple. “This was a good idea.” He said after a few seconds. I nodded and smiled over at him.

“thanks.” I said. “I was hoping it would be.”

#alan rickman #alan rickman fanfic #alan rickman fanfiction #alan rickman imagine #alan rickman x reader #ed #ed fanfiction #ed fanfic #ed x reader #ed imagine #rickmas #rickmas2023

[pfpanimes]

⌕ fullmetal alchemist - ed elric.

like or reblog if you save/use.

#fullmetal #fullmetal icons #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchimist brotherhood #ed icons #ed elric #ed elric icons #elric brothers #edward elric #ed x reader #ed x you #anime layouts #anime icons #manga icons #twitter layouts #manga layouts #animes layouts #anime packs #anime icon

[brwnicons]

Can you do a ofmd one? Also do you do platonic ones? If so can you do like a modern!reader that goes back in time and somehow appears on stede’s ship? Reader has a father/child relationship with Ed and Stede! If you don’t wanna you don’t have to! And please tag me !

☆ Platonic writing makes me so soft I love it <3 Hope you like it! ☆

Platonic Ed & Stede x Young!Modern!Reader

Tags: Gn!Reader, Fluff, Platonic relationship, Ed & Stede are together

TW: None that I can recall!

Please tell me if you find any mistake

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A cradling feeling startled you and as you opened your eyes you could feel something really odd about your surroundings. You could feel a tight rope attaching your body to a harsh surface by your abdomen, making it unable to move or run away. The hot sun hit your face with fierce and could only furrow your brows and squeez your eyes shut, softly whining little asks about where you were.

"Why, good morning, lad!", a blond man dressed in clothes proper from a British history book looked at you with a smile, "Welcome to The Revenge! I'm the Gentleman Pirate and you're now our dear prisoner. We all hope you enjoy your instance here."

And with the blink of an eye, you ended up became adopted by a couple of gay pirates that were curious about your manners and clothes. Phew, what a life, uh?

▪︎ At first it's difficult for you to adapt to the new era. Stede and Ed only notice that you act a bit odd around everyone but associate it with your lack of interaction with people or some kind of social anxiety.

But the truth is that you have to be careful if you don't want to end up mention something you shouldn't by accident (you once comment that you wished to have your camera with you when watching a sunset with Stede and you almost faint when they asked what you meant by it)

▪︎In the end, Stede gets used to your "unusual speech" and plays along, thinking that it might be because you're young. However, it's better to not try to explain him what poggers or lol means.

▪︎Ed, on the other hand, is entertained by hearing you speak and say your usual, weird expressions. He always breaks into laughter when you call someone a hippie or when you tell him something like "yasss queen slay!" when he shows the new outfit Stede chose for him.

▪︎Ed is highly probable to be calling anyone on the crew bestie. Izzy hates it with all of his soul.

▪︎Of course they spoil you rotten with snacks, clothes, jewelry... If you enjoy reading Stede buys you every book he finds. About books, one of Stede's favourite activities to do with you is to read together in his room, ocasionally commenting something from any book that has surprised either of you. You could be together, reading the same book or reading separately while deep in a comfortable silence. Either way, the love and warm comfort can be felt in the atmosphere.

▪︎Ed will teach you how fight! Though he never lets you try to fight against some real enemy since he is afraid you'll get hurt. However, you can try the art of fuckery with him and mess with your enemies!

▪︎Needless to say that the work of cleaning the deck has /casually/ never reached you

▪︎When you dock to some island or village, they love to wander with you, showing you everything around

▪︎You three end up at some food stand enjoying some cold drinks and a snack of your choice

▪︎About food. If you feel nostalgic because your favourite food hasn't been invented yet, you can try to describe it to your fathers captains and you can be sure they'll try as hard as they can to replicate it. Who knows, maybe you can teach them new recipes! [You'll know whose fault was when archeologists happen to find a hamburger and date it more than 100 years before it should]

- [This last Izzy blurb is free because I may be a person but, before, I'm an Izzy simp]

He doesn't accept your incorporation at first, thinking you are too young to be a pirate and that you would only be a burden. In fact, he is only worried about you. He thinks you're too young to enter the bloody world of piracy and violence.

However, it doesn't take much until you make your way into his heart and win his love. He is the one that insists on you learning swordfighting and how to defend yourself more or less. He may be grumpy, but he won't ever yell at you and he's always for you if you need someone to cry on and ask for advice.

If Ed and Stede even fight and you feel lost he's there to comfort you, assuring you he would speak to Ed about it [as much as he hates their relationship].

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[starry-eyesanddaydreams]

Having a go at @deepperplexity 's Rickmas prompts.

Prompt 6: Out Of Care

"The January Man" Ed x Reader (established relationship)

Tw; depression

Plot; It's Ed and Readers first Christmas together. Readers depression is starting to flare up and Ed tries to bring them some holiday cheer.

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November had been a busy month for both you and Ed. He'd been working on commission pieces a gallery wanted to display for sale on New Years, and your job was getting busier and more stressful as the holidays approached. It was December now. You were both still busy and the city around you was becoming more hectic than ever. Ed had still noticed the signs that your depression was starting to flare up again. Since you'd gotten together in February, he'd helped you through a few bouts since then, and between work and the cold, dark weather settling in, it was starting to creep up on you again. You came back from work on Friday, dumped your things in the corner of the bedroom, climbed into bed and stayed there. Ed had seen the tiredness in your eyes. He'd hoped that a good sleep might help, but by midday the next day you were still in bed. He knew you well by now, you needed something different, something joyful, something to pull you out of your mind and bring you back to yourself. As he thought of what he could do, he looked around the apartment you shared. It looked like it did every day. There were no Christmas decorations up anywhere. He knew you had a cardboard box of decorations in the back of the closet, you'd brough with you when you'd moved in. Ed hadn't really bothered with Christmas much. He'd been out on his own for some time now and with just him he hadn't spent much energy on the holiday. But he remembered a few months ago, how you'd told him with excitement bright in your eyes, about the things you loved about Christmas and how you were looking forward to spending your first Christmas together. Ideas now filling his mind, Ed headed out. He left some breakfast and a note on the bedside table for you, pressing a soft kiss against your temple as you slept. It was late afternoon, almost sunset when he got back. You'd woken up a few hours ago. After reading Ed's note that he'd gone out for a while, you'd pulled yourself up enough to drink some of the tea and juice he'd left and had a shower, flopping back into bed right after. You felt so worn out and hollow inside. You hated this feeling, being far too familiar with it. You heard the front door open and close and Ed moving around in the main room. You jumped when you heard something clatter to the ground and Ed cursing under his breath. Concerned, you climbed out of bed to see what happened. As you stood in the doorway of the living room, you saw it was an empty easel that had fallen. Ed was setting an armload of shopping bags down on the kitchen counter. One paper bag, you could see, was overflowing with green and red tinsel. Ed caught sight of you and smiled, “Hi Darling, how are you feeling?” You gave his question a noncommittal nod and headed towards him, “What’s all this?” You asked, as Ed gently pulled you into his arms and held you. “Well, I got some more decorations.” He explained, “To put up with the box you have. The more the better, right? And I got your favourite take-out for dinner and doughnuts and the ingredients for mulled wine. Oh, and I rented some Christmas movies. I thought we could have a movie night tonight and maybe tomorrow go get a tree and start decorating the apartment. Sound alright?” You nodded, burrowing your face against his chest as you felt tears well up in our eyes. No one had ever loved you as sweetly as Ed did. He did so many things out of care for you. Before you met, you’d always faced these slumps alone, now you had someone to catch you as you fell. You almost didn’t know what to do with such a strong feeling of love and being loved. So you just surrendered to it, cuddling into his chest and letting his warmth fill the emptiness you felt.

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AN; Hope whoever reads this enjoys it. :) Merry Christmas!!

#Rickmas 2023 #alan rickman fanfic #fanfic #christmas #The January Man #Ed the painter #Ed x Reader

[honeycombstrawberry]

my world seems to shine

pairing: ed teach x reader (gn pronouns) rating: teen word count: 2,434 one-sentence synopsis: you wake up in the middle of the night to find ed gone, and you're sure you know where he went, even if you're not totally sure what's bothering him. author’s note: i'm trying to write more reader fic!! i'm posting some drabbles on here but!! but i also got this request and had to write more for it!! i had to!! here's a little longer fic as a gift!!

>>> read on ao3!! <<<

At first, you’re not sure what’s woken you up.

It takes you a second to realize it’s because you’re alone. Usually, you share the single slung hammock-cot you’re currently nestled in with Ed, but he’s somehow managed to disentangle himself from you and wriggle free without you waking up. You must’ve been incredibly deeply asleep; you don’t know how you didn’t notice, unless he was extremely careful to the point of absurdity.

Knowing Ed, he probably was extremely careful to the point of absurdity. Most things he does are to the point of absurdity.

A glance around you at your other crewmates reveals that nobody else has woken up. If they have, they don’t show it; every pair of eyes is closed, every face turned away. You don’t see Ed amongst them, though you can see Izzy, at a distance, so— Wherever Ed is, he’s not with him.

Frowning, you make your gentle, as-quiet-as-possible way out of the bunk room. On a ship this large, you wish you’d all been given more space to sleep, but— That’s life. You and Ed have been mates for a couple of years, now; he has big plans, talk of taking his own ship and sailing off with you and Izzy and a few other crewmates in tow with him as the captain. He plans, all the time. You’ll believe it when you see it, even though you really, really want to see it.

The thing is— You and Ed—

You share a life, pretty much.

He trusts openly, and quickly; he loves immediately, and absolutely; he will do anything and everything for someone he considers a friend, even if they just met. It’s a strange offset to his chaotic violence, the sharp, prickling edge of him that sometimes flares up into rage, but he’s—

He’s mostly trusting, and soft, and strangely gentle, and just— far too nice for such an intense person. The duality of him, the loving sort of curse that surges through him, all of it is just— It has you loving him. And you—

You share your lives, and you share your time, and you share a hammock. You’re partners in pretty much everything, except you haven’t told him you love him, and he hasn’t told you he loves you. Of course, you love each other; of course, you tell each other that casually. But you’ve never said it with the weight of all it means behind your words; you’ve never kissed him; you’ve never held him and known, known, that he’s holding you back the same way.

You don’t know what’s holding you back. Maybe you’re afraid of hurting him; maybe you’re afraid of him hurting you. Maybe, actually, you’re a little afraid that this could actually work, and last, and you don’t know how to have such a good thing in a life like this and get to keep it.

The thought terrifies you, all the time. You don’t want to lose Ed; you don’t think you can. If he leaves, you can only hope against hope that he really will take you with him.

That terrifying thought, the one where Ed’s gone without you, is what pushes you to keep seeking him out now. You can’t find him below deck, but you didn’t really expect him to be there, anyway. He wanders off, from time to time, to think, or be alone, or just— be, sometimes.

Usually, there’s one main place he’ll go to do this.

You’re not surprised when you go up on deck and find Ed leaning over the railing, staring down into the impossibly dark expanse of the sea below, so deep and shadowed that he couldn’t even begin to see what’s inside, let alone the bottom of it. He’s still searching downwards like he can find something, though, eyes fixed resolutely downward.

One of your mates is still up at the helm; he’s ignoring you, pretending you’re not there. You wonder how long Ed’s been up here like this, but there’s only so much you can do, now. You’re here when you can be; you can’t turn back time.

Approaching slowly in your stocking feet, you barely make a sound. Ed doesn’t seem to realize you’re there until you’re just beside him.

Then, he jumps a bit, catching you in his peripheral vision. A hand clutched to his chest, he says, “Fuck, mate, what the f— I thought you were sleeping.”

“I was,” you say. You mimic his position, planting your forearms on the railing, overlapping each other, supporting your weight as you lean forward to look down into the water, seeing what he’s been looking at. “I thought you were, too.”

“Yeah, well.” You can feel Ed’s dark eyes on the side of your head, still. You turn to meet them, to be swallowed up in them, unable to turn away. He echoes, “I was.”

You offer him what you hope is a reassuring smile, small but solid. A smile of his own twitches beneath the dark beard he’s been growing in, twisting curls that are nearly long enough to brush his chest, now. It matches the dark sweep of his hair, the long tresses of black hair that he’s got gathered up into a sloppy twist at the back of his head, strands of twirling-ivy curls spilling out all over the place. He’s sea-air-rough and freckled with the sun and stronger than you’ve ever seen him.

The breath in your chest catches, lungs abruptly tight. You’ve always known he’s a fairly commanding leader, and a charismatic sort of attention-grabber; he’d make a good captain, tactical and clever and fun and assertive. Now, though— Now, you’re seeing how capable he really does look.

You’re both so much older than you were. You’re adults, people who can set off on your own, and, now, you really think you might even be capable of it. Especially if you’re together.

“Something eating you?” you ask.

He motions at the sea below. “Sharks and shit. All sorts of fucking nonsense.”

“Not literally,” you tell him, though you’re sure he knows that already. “What’s wrong, then? What is it, why aren’t you sleeping?”

He shrugs, one shoulder lifting as he turns back towards the sea again. In the moonlight, he shines. He practically glows, all of that bright full-moon light cast down over his darkness, highlighting his features in moonbeams and starshine and all sorts of incredible things, shadowing him in such dramatic angles that you can’t help the surge of want that courses through you.

You’re always easy with your touches, but this feels— different. This feels more direct, more intentional. This isn’t the two of you joking with each other, or fooling around, where you know this isn’t supposed to mean anything— the same way he’s fooled around with Jack, and Izzy, and and you’ve done the same, various crewmates just to help ease the loneliness.

Nobody eases it like Ed, though. That’s probably part of why you feel emboldened to reach out and touch him, to cup his face in your hand and turn him back towards you until your eyes meet again.

He looks— startled, when you first connect, eyebrows lifting a bit and eyes wider, surprised by your unexpected, firm touch.

“What’s actually bothering you?” you ask, voice slightly lower, as if you’re asking him to tell you a secret. In a way, you are; it’s hard for him to be truly honest, for him to inspect his emotions and convey them accurately and genuinely to you. It’s a struggle for the both of you, honestly; it means a lot that he’s at least trying, that you both are.

After a beat of hesitation, Ed tells you, “It’s stupid.”

“If it’s bothering you,” you tell him, “It’s not. Shit that bothers you festers if you keep it stuffed up inside. Eventually, your ass’ll cork, and you’ll fucking explode.”

He chokes on a laugh, turning into your hand. You don’t know if he means to do it, but he does, his lips gliding across the center of your palm, and your fingers curl up into him automatically, drawing him a bit closer.

His eyes shift up to yours once more, face tilting back again. When you meet, he says, “That’s bullshit,” and you grin.

“Not if you keep this up,” you inform him. “I mean it.” With your free hand, you mime a small explosion over your own chest, trapped between your two bodies. You didn’t realize how close you’d gotten to each other; you didn’t even notice yourself moving, honestly. “Just— Boom. Blood and guts everywhere.”

Ed laughs again, but it ends on a sigh. When your brow creases, a bit, your own amusement starting to slip away in the face of his obvious— agitation, you think you’d call it, he reaches up to catch your wrist in his hand.

His touch is impossibly gentle, when he guides you downwards, threads your fingers together. You’re not sure what he’s going to say, or what to expect. All you know is your heart is pounding up into the back of your throat, and your blood is racing like lightning, and your pulse thunders in your ears, and you’re not sure what’s happening, only that— that something is happening.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Ed confesses to you, his voice quiet. You asked for a secret, and he gives one; this vulnerable, honest confession obviously takes a lot out of him. After a beat, he continues, almost in a rush of words, “I want to leave, but I— I can’t until I figure some shit out. And I’m stuck on figuring the shit out. And it fucking— It sucks, man. I think I’m fucking it up.”

“Oh, hey,” you say, squeezing his hand. “You can’t fuck it up that bad, c’mon. What is it?”

Ed hesitates, another beat. Then, he says, “Nah, I shouldn’t— This is stupid, actually,” and shakes his head, and starts to turn away, separating your hands, and your heart leaps in fear, panic, agitation.

“No, wait,” you say quickly. He turns back, brow furrowed; you tighten your grip on his hand, unwilling to release him. “It’s not stupid, I already said that. Just tell me so I can help you fix it.”

“I can’t tell you,” he says.

“Why not?” you demand. “You tell me everything else. I can help.”

“You can’t,” he insists. “It’s not—”

“What, you can’t tell me?” you ask him. Your heart breaks, a little bit. “Is it— Is it about me? Do you want to leave me here?”

“Wh— No,” Ed hurries to assure you. “What the fu— No, not at all!” He runs his hand through his hair, displacing more of the loose strands, falling around his moon-shadowed face. “Fuck, I’m fucking this up so bad. Shit—”

“Fucking what up?” you ask, in the second before he surges down towards you, sealing you in a kiss.

For a second, you’re just— shocked. He meets you with bruising force, kisses into you with teeth, and then separates just as quickly, there and gone in a flash.

You blink upwards at him, startled. There’s a moment where it feels like you’re free-falling, like he’s somehow shoved you over the rail into the sea and you’ve catapulted beneath the waves to drown there. It’s like a dream, and you’re waiting to wake up, but you don’t. It’s real: the pressure of his kiss, and the remnants of his heat, and the blazing way he’s studying you now, barely a breath away, waiting for your response.

You manage to get your mouth open, and say, confused and shell-shocked and overjoyed, “Are you kidding me?”

“What?” he asks. “What d—”

“How could this be fucking up?” you ask him. You can’t stop smiling, taking his hands and drawing him in closer. He’s got a bewildered smile of his own, something puzzled but piecing together. “What, kissing me? That’s what you thought you’d fuck up?”

“I’m not—” Ed starts, then stops. “You know, man. I’m not, like— Good. I’m not a good guy. I do bad things, and shit. I don’t—”

“Hey, whoa, wait,” you tell him, reaching up to catch his face between your rough hands, forcing him to look at you, to meet your eyes. “Slow down. We do the same shit, Ed.”

“But—”

“But nothing,” you insist, unwilling to hear him slandering himself for no reason. “If you’re bad, I’m bad. And you’re not. You’re someone who knows what they want and does it. You’re a good leader, and a brave man, and I l—”

Your breath sticks in your throat, catching thick at the back of your tongue, your lungs impossibly tight. You know how important this is; you can feel the weight of your words, the intensity, the meaning. You’ve said, “I love you,” to him before, but you mean it this time in a way you never have, and that—

That makes it more important to say, the most important to say.

“I love you,” you confess to him, and he exhales all at once.

“You—” he starts, then stops. Leaning in, he asks, all eager terror, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m fucking sure,” you insist, surging into him for another kiss. Affection, and awe, and joy, and shock, and pure, sheer happiness surge through you, a feeling that means love and so much more.

Smiling into the kiss with you, separating again, Ed only draws far enough away for his lips to brush yours when he says, “F— I think I love you, too. Like— Really, really love you. Y’know what I mean?”

You nod jerkily, pushing up into him, giving him another quick kiss. Your insides are practically swelling with how much sheer emotion you’re feeling. It’s nearly too much, but you swallow it down, keep it inside, full to bursting. You can’t stop grinning, clutching him closer.

“You’re a good person, Ed,” you murmur against him. He takes your words into his mouth, brings them into himself. You’re hoping he can absorb them, that he can believe them. You place your hand over his pounding heart, smiling when you feel it rabbiting as fast as yours is, if not faster. “You’re really, really good. To me, you’re— You’re perfect.”

Ed captures your face between his rugged hands, drawing you in until your foreheads push together. Smiling, impossibly close, he says, “You are,” and surges into a kiss. The moon shines on you both, fills you both with that wonderfully brilliant starlight until you feel like it’s filling your mouths, your kiss, your hearts, yourselves.

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prompts used:

ofmd idea… ed and his partner have their first kiss ..?.?;!.!: his partner is just kind of in awe by him and keeps reminding him how good of a person he is under the moon… u don’t have to write it im just in love with Ed right now (anonymous)

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[quietplace26]

You know what? While I really do love Akito/KK being a couple, I wouldn't mind seeing a reader-insert or two involving my boys getting the love they so dearly deserved~ Even characters like Mari, Rinko, Erika, Ed, and Dale are welcome! I want them all to get more love~ \('v')/

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[strawberrybyers]

being a slut and mentally ill means i’d do really well as a patient in arkham asylum

#i’m shy so give me a week to get comfortable and it’s all hands on deck for me babe #i could be insane in peace 🥰 #i mean i also know arkham asylum is like not that great but in my head i’d thrive there #therapy sessions just me hooking up with jonathan crane #harley quinn being my wife #jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow x reader #harley quinn x reader #jerome valeska x reader #victor zsasz x reader #riddler x reader #ed nygma x reader #oswald cobblepot x reader #penguin x reader #joker x reader #poison ivy x reader #arkham asylum #gotham #dc comics #dc characters

[bruisedboys]

can I request the first time shy!reader spends the night at eddie’s? maybe she falls asleep during movie night and he just doesn’t have the heart to wake her up? lots of snuggles ensue?!

ohmygosh thank you so much for this adorable req I love u so much. hope this is what u wanted angel!

shy!fem!reader 1.3k words

Eddie comes back from the bathroom and into the living room, only to stop dead in the doorway.

You’ve fallen asleep. On his couch. Well, technically his and Wayne’s, but that doesn’t matter right now. What matters is that you’re fast asleep and you look so lovely and peaceful and Eddie actually had to grab the doorframe to stop himself from falling over.

To be trusted so much that you’ve allowed yourself to fall asleep at his place feels like a big step to Eddie. You’re a shy girl, always cautious, overly polite. Eddie remembers the first time you’d been over to his trailer, you were so quiet, so scared of doing or saying something wrong.

And now look at you.

Eddie feels like he’s been punched in the gut. He practically skips the rest of the way to the couch, desperate to be close to you again, a newfound fondness for you burning in his chest that can only be cured by sitting as close as humanly possible to you. He sits down in the space he’d left, his thigh pressed to yours. Your body has tipped away from him, your head resting on a stack of cushions balanced on the arm of the couch.

The credits of the movie you’d been watching with him play on, but Eddie’s too busy looking at you, drinking up every inch of you. Your face, squished into the cushion, the TV light painting you green and red and blue. Your t-shirt sleeve riding up your shoulder. Eddie imagines your skin is as warm and soft as it looks. He longs to touch you and has an excuse when the movie ends. He knows you’ll want to be woken up.

His hand finds your shoulder and his fingers slip beneath your sleeve.

“Y/N, sweetheart.” Eddie squeezes you gently, his thumb pressed to your shoulder. “Wake up.”

It doesn’t take much for you to wake. Soon you’re blinking awake slowly, tearing your tired eyes apart, and it’s maybe the cutest thing you’ve done ever. Eddie feels so much fondness for you it actually hurts.

“Hey,” he says gently. He shuffles closer so he can get his torso in front of yours, hoping to block the TV lights that he’ll know will be blinding for you. “Hey, baby. You fell asleep.”

You blink at him. “I did?” You ask, all raspy and sleepy.

Eddie chuckles and resists the urge to kiss you all over your cute face. “Yeah, you did. Was I boring you?”

Your expression goes from sleepy to mortified so quickly it’s alarming.

“No!” You say quickly, shaking your head. “No, I—“

Eddie’s laugh drowns out the rest of your words, and you stop fretting when you realise he’s teasing.

“I’m messing with you, sweet girl.” He slides his hand up to your collar and presses his thumb to the corner of your mouth. “You must’ve been tired, huh?”

A yawn takes over your features right on queue. Your eyes scrunch up and your mouth opens wide and Eddie can’t stop smiling. You’re so cute.

“Do you want me to take you home?” Eddie asks, his hand still pressed to your face. He’s secretly hoping you’ll say no. He’d like you to stay here forever, thank you very much. “Or … you could stay the night here? Only if you want, of course.”

You blink up at Eddie owlishly. He’s never asked you to stay the night. Never suggested it, because he’s afraid of scaring you off. He’s afraid now, waiting for your answer, that you’ll run away and never come back. But you smile. You smile, and his heart does a backflip.

“Um. Okay,” you say, quiet and unsure but that sweet smile stays put. “I think I’ll stay, if that’s okay with you.”

Eddie melts like a popsicle. He brings his other hand to your jaw and cups your pretty, sleepy face.

“Of course it’s okay, angel,” he says, soft and earnest all at once. His chest feels tight. “You can stay whenever you like, you know.”

Your smile grows. Eddie’s heart aches tenfold. “I know.”

Eddie nods. He’s feeling so much for you in this moment that it’s hard to do anything, let alone speak. Instead he pulls away from you, stands up and holds his hand out. You take it unabashedly.

“Come on then,” he says, finally finding his words as he pulls you up to stand. “I’ll find you some pyjamas, hm?”

Ten minutes later Eddie comes back from the shower and finds you in his bed, dressed in a pair of his red and black checkered pyjama pants and one of his shirts. Your eyes are half closed.

You look so lovely that Eddie feels, for the second time tonight, like he’s been punched in the stomach. His breath hitches and his heart goes haywire.

“Hi,” he says softly, dropping the towel he’d been scrubbing his hair with over the back of his desk chair. “You okay?”

You nod. “M’okay,” you mumble quietly. “Just tired.”

Eddie rounds his bed til he’s on the side you’re on, kneeling next to the bed so he can take your bicep in his hand, his palm kneading at the soft muscle. You look seconds away from falling asleep.

“Poor girl,” he murmurs, mostly to himself. Then, to you, “Do you want me to sleep on the couch? ‘Cos I will, if you’re not comfortable with us both sleeping in the bed.”

You wrench your eyes open and quit looking tired to instead look confused and mildly put out.

“What?” You ask, exhaustion tugging at your words and making them sluggish and slurred. “No, don’t sleep on the couch.”

Eddie grins like mad. He squeezes your bicep, his fingers pushing beneath your t-shirt sleeve. “You want me to sleep in the bed? With you?”

You shut you eyes again and nod into your pillow. Eddie can’t stop smiling.

“Okay, then.”

He gives your arm one last squeeze and then leaps up to switch the light off. The room gets swallowed by darkness. Eddie can just make out your figure where you’re lying in his bed, the bump of your hip, the curve of your legs.

He slides into bed next to you and it feels like it’s never felt before. Even though it’s his same, regular old bed that he sleeps in every night, nothing about this is regular. Nothing about this doesn’t make his heart race and his skin tingle and his stomach ache with fondness sweet as sugar.

He shuffles closer to you and his arm touches your arm.

“Are you okay?” He asks you. You’re awfully quiet. Well, quieter than usual. He knows it’s because you’re tired, and maybe because this whole thing is probably making you about as nervous as it’s making him, if not more.

You don’t answer but you do press your arm further into Eddie’s. He curls his pinky around yours in the dark.

“Are you nervous?” He whispers, staring at the dark roof, feeling quite a bit nervous himself.

He feels rather than hears you rolling over, and when he tears his eyes away from the roof to look at you, he sees you’ve rolled onto your side to look at him.

“A bit,” you whisper back. Your pinky hooks tighter around his.

“Me too,” Eddie admits. “I’ve never had a girl sleep over before.”

You make a sound that Eddie thinks is a tired, quiet laugh. He can hear your smile when you say, “Really?”

Eddie nods though you probably can’t see him. He slides closer and takes your hand, his fingers lacing through yours. You’re so close you could lay your head on his chest if you wanted. He hopes you will eventually.

“Yeah, really,” he says. He dips his head to kiss your forehead. “Get some sleep now, okay?”

You hum something incoherent. You’re asleep within the next minute, your head lolling onto Eddie’s shoulder within the next two.

Eddie lies awake for far longer, wondering how in the world he got this damn lucky.

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[alastorhazbin]

He's skinny . He's rich . And he's a bit of a bitch

#mortal kombat x reader #bi han x reader #bi han #sub zero #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #video games #ed boon

[lesservillain]

alpha!eddie munson x omega!reader

cw: omegaverse, soul bonding, scenting, knotting, unprotected piv, breeding, semi public sex, pregnancy

an: part of the school days universe.

Five days.

It’s only been five days since you started your newest substitute teaching job at Hawkins High School.

Well, scratch that. It’s only second period, so you can really only say it’s been four days, barely 9 am even, but it’s already been just as hellish as the rest of the week.

Monday started with you not being able to find a parking spot, having to park down the road and run into class. Turns out you were trying to park in student parking and weren’t aware of the back lot for the teachers to park in. 

Tuesday you dumped your coffee that you waited way too long in line for all over your notes from the teacher you were subbing for. Thankfully it was only the current week's curriculum and you were able to decipher the notes enough to get the gist of what you needed to be doing, but it was still a pain in the ass.

Wednesday your tire went flat on the way to work. Thankfully one of the other teachers, Mr.Harrington, just happened to be driving by and gave you a ride the rest of the way. You were able to call a tow truck to take your car to a nearby body shop that you walked to after work. You’re pretty sure the guy overcharged you for the tire but you were too exhausted to argue.

Thursday, oh Thursday, your students in your second period class decided that they weren’t going to take you seriously, making rude noises and disrupting class with unrelated questions, and randomly scenting just to get under your skin. This period was heavy with new alphas, and if you hadn’t been warned ahead of time, you could tell by the way they all behaved. The teacher you were subbing for was able to reign them all in somehow, but you were struggling with getting them to listen to anything you had to say.

So, naturally, this would be the class that would see your Friday turn into the worst day of the week so far. 

There was only 10 minutes left in the class. There had been some rowdiness, but not nearly as bad as the day before. You were so close to moving on to your easier classes of the day when a water pipe decided to burst directly above you, breaking the ceiling tile and completely drenching you in cold water. 

Everything was still for a single beat, until the silence was cut by the boisterous laughter of the 22 seniors who watched the incident happen in real time. After the initial shock, you yelled at them to be quiet, more stern than you’ve ever been in your life, and told them to read the chapter on their own while you called the office.

As you turned to go to your desk, you caught your reflection in the window and were instantly reminded that you were wearing a white shirt today, the deep magenta of your bra very visible now due to the state of your top. 

Embarrassment is one thing, but when you remember the morning you had, it just pisses you off more than anything. You had initially put on a blue top when you woke up this morning, but, on top of everything else you were dealing with this week, you were also having to take care of your fiance, Dave, during his rut as well, which was a job all on its own. 

He insisted that he wouldn’t be able to wait for you to get home with the pain he was in, so you let him get in a quickie while you were brushing your teeth. He also refused to wear a condom, telling you the pain would subside for longer if he could feel you. But, you weren’t falling for his tricks, and as soon as you felt his knot starting to swell you pulled away from him, ending up with his spend all over the back of your shirt.

Which led you to now, where you sit at your desk with your head down and your arms crossed over your chest trying to hold back tears as you wait for the maintenance guy to come look at the ceiling. You could hear the snickering and teasing whispers from your students but were too defeated to tell them to do their work. Only when you got a faint smell of cinnamon spice and warm smoke did you finally speak up.

“Whoever is scenting right now, knock it off before I write you up.”

Low murmuring and a voice quietly saying “it wasn’t me” to another student's accusation were the only response you received. But the smell only got stronger. 

Stronger to the point where you felt your body shiver for a moment. It made your body heat up in a way you haven’t felt in a while, your thighs rubbing together subtly under your desk. 

You lifted your head to yell at your students again, but was interrupted by a knock on the classroom door before you could speak. The scent was so strong now that there was no way it was from an immature alpha. that you felt dizzy when you turned your head to see who was entering your classroom.

As your vision settled on the figure before you, you felt like your breath had been knocked out of you. A tall man with beautiful curly brown hair and big, brown eyes took a few steps into the classroom. He was silent, gawking at you in the same way you must be looking at him. 

“H-hi, I’m Eddie,” he stuttered, being the first to speak once the giggling from the students brought him back to reality. When you hear his name for the first time, you swear you can hear bells ringing in the distance.

 “I’m here to check your pipes.” Another round of laughter fills the room, causing you to run your hands over your face and down to the back of your neck. 

“Guys, please—”

“That’s enough.”

The scent surrounding you peaks as a weight falls over the room. The students fall silent, but your head reels as you feel your body heat up. It felt like the beginning of your heat, but it was nowhere close to being due thanks to your suppressants. 

After a beat, the tension was interrupted by the sound of the bell. And just as quickly as it came, the thick hold on the room was gone. Your students quickly grabbed their things and exited the room without a word.

You fan yourself as you feel the fever begin to dissipate. Eddie walks over to your side, concern sewed into his features as his eyes searched your face.

“Are you okay? I didn’t think I had scented so strongly…”

“Gosh, yes, I’m sorry,” you say, shaking your head to get back into your professional mindset. “I’m fine, just a little stressed.” You introduce yourself to him, extending a hand to him out of habit. You see his eyes go wide before darting to the side, his cheeks tinted pink.

You suddenly remember the state of your attire and quickly curl into yourself again, spewing apologies in an attempt to save any respect that he may have for you.

“Hey, it’s cool,” he laughs your embarrassment off, eyes still on anything other than you. “Do you, uh, want something to wear over that?” He’s pointing over his shoulder, taking a few steps back towards the door. Before you can really respond, he’s gone, almost running into a group of students as they begin to fill your class for the next period. 

As your third period class enters, you tell the students to take their seats until you can figure out how class is going to go. A few minutes later, Eddie returns with his hands full and pushes a mop bucket into the room. He places a wet floor sign in the middle of the room to free his hands before he’s handing you a black sweater. You thank him quietly when you take it, vision drawn to the chunky silver rings on his…really thick fingers.

You pull the sweater over your head and are immediately dizzy with the strong smell from before, mixed with a faint smell of cigarettes and sweat in the collar. The well worn sweater with frayed cuffs was soft and warm, the Metallica logo in dark gray letters displayed across the front covers your shame, allowing you to finally leave your desk.

As you rise to your feet, you catch the way Eddie is staring at you out of the corner of your eye. Was he thinking about your wet shirt under his sweater? Why do you hope that he is?

“Thank you,” you say, subconsciously pulling the fabric to your nose for a moment. Eddie stares at you for a moment, sucking in a deep breath of air before nodding wordlessly.

“Yeah, no, uh, no problem,” he murmurs, breathing out with a huff, a small smile tugging on his lips. The second bell rings to signal the start of the next period, making Eddie jump and look around. “Oh, yeah, um, when is your free period?”

“Not until fifth period.”

“Okay,” he says, bouncing his head as he looks at the water still puddled on the floor. “Do you want me to mop this up now, or do it when I come back? I don’t want to interrupt your class.”

“That’s okay,” you say with a wave of the hand, “My next two classes are taking a test today. So as long as you’re not giving them any answers, you won’t be a problem.”

Eddie nods and gets to work, doing his best to stay out of your way while you get through your two classes. You do your best not to let yourself be distracted by him, keeping busy with grading papers and prepping your chalkboard for your last classes of the day. You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t take little glances at him as he worked. Maybe you noticed the way the sleeves of his shirt hugged his biceps when he carried his ladder in between classes. Maybe you let yourself indulge in the flash of his toned stomach when he lifted his shirt briefly to wipe his brow. Maybe you stared at his ass while he picked up the broken ceiling tile pieces off the floor. 

In the back of your mind you knew you shouldn’t be looking, especially when you have a fiance waiting for you back home. You’re not even the type of person to ogle someone the way you are right now. 

But something about Eddie’s presence was making you feel…different. Domestic. Like there was a misplaced pride in his ability to do his own job. You wanted to praise him for being a big strong alpha—your big strong alpha.

One of your students hesitates at your desk as she drops off her test, pulling you out of your fantasy. She’s one of the more quiet students, so you ask her if she needs anything as she continues to hover next to you. 

“Um,” she pauses for a moment, looking over at Eddie just as he walks out of the room. She says your name quietly, leaning in a bit to whisper, “Are you and Mr.Eddie dating?”

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth to suppress the laugh that naturally pulled from your chest at the question. 

“No, we are not,” you answer. You tilt your head inquisitively, “Why do you ask?”

“Because you’re wearing his sweater. Usually people wear their boyfriends sweaters when they’re dating…”she comments as she points at the offending garment.

You smile at her, “I’m just borrowing it. I’ll be giving it back at the end of the day.”

She’s quiet for a moment, and you think that maybe the answer was enough for her. But she leans in to whisper again, “But why has he been staring at you all of class?”

A warm feeling washes over your chest at her words. Has he been keeping an eye on you? How did you not notice? Was he just keeping an eye on you or was he checking you out?

Before you could answer her, Eddie walks back into the room and your student hurriedly made her way back to her desk. You can’t help but watch him as he adjusts the tool belt that sets on his hips, a screwdriver being held between his lips as he does. As he grabs it from his mouth, you catch him looking at you for the first time. You wait for him to shy away like he did before, but instead he winks at you—fucking winks at you, before making his way back up the ladder.

The butterflies you felt in your tummy make you feel like a teen again. You don’t even know who you are right now. Have you just been so miserable in your current relationship for so long that you’re just happy to have another alpha’s attention? That can’t be, because you hate the attention that other alphas give you when you’re out on your own.

You’re not sure what it is, but as your classes end and your free period rolls in, you ask him if he wants to eat his lunch with you, giddy when he agrees.

“Is that seriously all you’re eating?”

Eddie pulled his ladder up to your desk and sat on one of the steps with a single large can of snack pretzels in one hand and a can of off brand cola in the other. He looks at you like a deer caught in the headlights as you scold him for not bringing more to eat.

“Here,” you hand him a container of some leftover mac and cheese you made from the night before, “eat this please. I think I have a granola bar in my bag, too.”

“Woah, there, sweetheart,” he laughs as you start rifling through your bag. “I don’t need you to feed me. This has been my lunch since I was in middle school, so I’m set.”

You frown at him, not satisfied with the lackluster lunch he wanted to partake in. “What if I made you a lunch? Would you eat it?”

The rosy tint dusts his cheeks once again. A toothy grin spreads across his face as he gives you a shy side eye.

“I mean, I wouldn’t want your food to go to waste, but you really don’t have to worry about me.”

Wrong. The more you’re around him, the more you feel like you need to dote on him. You want to touch him, put your head on his shoulder, hold his hand. You want to go home with him and cook him dinner and wash his hair and have him hold you while the two of you sleep side by side in your shared bed. Every sweet word he says to you pulls you in like a fly to honey.

And when your hand accidentally brushes his, you both take in a deep breath at the same time, and you know he felt the same surge through his body as you. His gaze meets yours, chests raising and falling in anticipation as the two of you wait for the other to say something—do something.

But something doesn’t come, because the bell ringing once again makes the both of you jump, not realizing how close the two of you had gotten. Eddie jumps up from his seat on the ladder, grabbing his pitiful lunch and booking it out the door.

His sudden absence makes you sad, missing him more than you reasonably should. And as you sit alone, with the shuffling of feet outside your classroom creating a white noise that lets you slip into your mind, you can’t help but think about your life with David. 

He’s supposed to be your alpha. The one you’ve been with since high school since you both presented around the same time. He’s the only person you’ve ever been with, never really desiring anyone else but him before. He works a good job, bought a house for the both of you, and wants to have a family with you, the latter being the only thing the two of you never agreed on, not wanting kids despite the natural instincts of your second gender.

But, as you think about the man you laid eyes on this morning, who has made you feel more in the 4 total hours that you’ve known him than you’ve felt in the last decade with David, you think you’d give everything you have up to be with him. It scares the shit out of you to feel that way. It’s as if something has taken over your brain and completely rewired it to be all about Eddie. 

Maybe the afternoon away from him would give you time to clear your head. Putting all your mental effort into your remaining senior classes, you manage to keep your mind occupied for the most part. You swear that you can smell his scent every once in a while, but convince yourself that you’re just imagining it. 

As the final bell rings for the day, you plop down in your chair and just let yourself decompress. You begin to think maybe this job was something that was more than you’d be able to handle, that you’d bitten off more than you could chew. You’d been subbing for a year now, but this was the first time you’d ever been this overwhelmed after just a week. You could always go and talk to the principal now and let them know you wouldn’t be back on Monday. Someone else could deal with—

Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. You roll your head to the side to find Eddie in your classroom's doorway once again. 

“Come to finish the job?” You ask tiredly.

“That’s one of the things I’m here for,” Eddie says with a nervous chuckle.

He takes long strides to your side, his hands in his pockets as his feet shuffle beneath him. 

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I just…I just wanted to know if, maybe, you’d like to go out with me sometime?”

 You’re completely caught off guard by his request. A warmth blooms in your chest before promptly sinking into your stomach, forming into a solid rock of guilt and confusion. 

“I…I’m sorry Eddie, I can’t.” You should probably put more effort into sounding sincere rather than disappointed. But your heart was truly distraught at having to turn him down. 

“Oh, yeah, no, it’s cool,” he stutters, trying to play it cool as he takes in your rejection. “I didn’t mean to—I mean, I just, um, I just thought we had some chemistry or something…”

“Well, you wouldn’t be the only one who thought that. But, I have a boyfriend— a fiance, rather, and I—”

“Hey, it’s cool, I understand,” he waves you off as he takes hurried steps backwards towards the door. “Just forget I asked. Um, I’ll see you around I guess.” He gives you a weak smile before backing out of the classroom and into the hall again. 

“Yeah, see you around,” you mutter to yourself. 

Before you could even fully turn the lock on your front door it was being yanked open, David standing on the other side of the door panting like he had just run a marathon. Without warning, he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you inside of your shared home and something immediately feels off. 

The first thing you notice as you cross the threshold is that you can’t smell anything. The house has smelled like nothing but David’s musk since his rut started on Sunday, but now it just smells like your normal house. It doesn’t make sense, because he’s clearly going through it just as he was this morning. 

David’s nose scrunches when he finally gets close to you, almost immediately stumbling back against the wall to get as far away from you as possible. 

“What the fuck?” He scowls, looking you up and down with wild eyes. “What the hell are you wearing?”

Oh fuck. 

You were still wearing Eddie’s sweater. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” you say as you scramble to pull the sweater off, sneaking one last inhale as it lifts over your head. “I had an incident at school and one of my coworkers let me borrow his sweater.”

“You took clothes from another alpha?” David’s voice was uncharacteristically stern, likely from the adrenaline of his rut. He’d never been an angry man, even with his natural alpha tendencies, but the way he was looking at you right now made you feel real fear. 

“I needed something to cover myself—“

“You fucking reek,” he says hand flying over his nose to shield himself from the lingering smell of Eddie. 

The fear quickly turns into annoyance at his insult. You weren’t about to deal with this attitude he was giving you, so you rolled your eyes and pushed past him, making your way straight to the bathroom to get cleaned up. 

After taking your sweet time to wash away the stress of the day, you emerge from the bathroom feeling refreshed. You’re surprised to see David sitting on the edge of the bed, face buried in his hands only to run them through his hair as you enter the bedroom. 

“I’m sorry,” is the first thing he blurts out, “I shouldn’t have acted like that.” You can tell he’s being genuine, and you can’t help but feel bad yourself. “I just, with the rut and everything, it makes me feel like the hulk when any little thing sets me off. And I’ve been feeling like shit all day while you were gone, so when you came home smelling like another alpha…”

“Shhh, it’s okay,” you coo as you take his face in your hands, the warmth of his fever hot against your palms. “I didn’t think about how it would have bothered you. I was going to give him the sweater back at the end of the day but—“ 

Thoughts of your day spent with Eddie floods back into your mind. The way that his presence made you feel whole, like a part of you that was missing all these years had appeared right in front of you and changed how you think about everything. It makes you realize that the sympathy you’re having for your fiance right now isn’t out of love, or guilt that you may have betrayed him. 

Rather, you feel as if you’re tending to a child that’s fallen on the playground. It’s nothing more than your natural instinct to nurture, to protect. Even more so, you realize it’s not love. 

“But…something came up and he left before I could give it back.”

He nods his head in your hands, letting out a small okay. You feel him pull at your hips, bringing you closer for him to rest his head on your stomach. You run your nails over his scalp, and he lets out little muffled moans against your towel in response. 

When he looks up at you, his pupils fully dilated and filled with hunger, you let him pull your towel from your body to gather around your feet on the floor. 

Your back hits the mattress and David is on you moments later. His kisses are soft, his gentle hands touching over all the right places that he’s grown to learn over the years of your relationship. 

He’s doing everything right, and yet you can’t help the nauseating feeling that curdles in your stomach with each passing second. Everything feels wrong. His touch is like poison, and your body is screaming at you to get as far away from him as possible. But you fight it down in hopes that this feeling will go away. 

It’s only when he aligns himself with your entrance that the feeling becomes too much. You pull away from him as quickly as you can and book it straight to the bathroom to empty your stomach contents into the toilet.

The bell rings out just as you finish up with your fourth period class.

“Don’t forget your first drafts are due at the beginning of class tomorrow!” You call out as the students collect their things and make their way to the halls. 

The loud rumbling in your stomach has you quickly taking your seat at your desk, opening the bottom drawer to pull out your lunch. Over the last month you’d come to understand that eating in your classroom was the best option for your sanity, because if any time you left the safety of your room, you were immediately overwhelmed by the scent of Eddie. 

The two of you had barely talked since you turned him down. You kept trying to return his sweater to him, but it seemed like he was actively avoiding you, even if his scent lingered on everything he touched in the whole school. 

You felt bad that things had become awkward between the two of you. There was nothing you wanted more than to talk to him. You missed him in a way that you still don’t understand. 

“Hey, there’s cupcakes in the break room if you want one.” Steve’s voice pulls you from your sulking. The mention of sweets has your ears perked. 

“Oooooooh, really? What’s the occasion?” You ask as you rise from your seat, excitedly meeting him at the door to walk with him. 

“Teacher appreciation week,” he says with air quotes. You both roll your eyes, just thankful to be getting something. 

As you make your way to the break room, the two of you talk about your classes and what your plans are for spring break next week.

“We’re finishing up the baby’s room,” he says with glee when you ask. “We picked a really nice green color the other day when we were out. Did I even tell you about that whole ordeal? How we ran into her ex at the department store?”

“What? No! What happened?”

You welcomed the distraction of Steve’s story as it helped keep your mind off of Eddie. After a month you’d thought that it wouldn’t be so strong, or that maybe you’d get used to it. But every passing day it seems like it gets worse.

Before you could follow Steve passed the threshold of the teachers lounge, Eddie’s scent becomes amplified to the point it stops you in your tracks. 

“Woah, are you okay?” He asks, taking a step towards you. You hadn’t even realized that you’d stopped moving, your arm outstretched against the wall to steady yourself.

“Y—yeah I…” You feel yourself sway, a sweat breaking out as your body temperature begins to creep higher. “It’s probably just a hot flash or something,” you say as you fan yourself with your hand, “Had to switch my suppressants recently and they said that feeling hot could be a side effect.”

“Shit, let me get you some water or something—”

“Move.”

Before you can process what’s happening, you feel your body being lifted off your feet. When you look up to see who has swept you off your feet, you’re both surprised and relieved to be matching the gaze of two beautiful brown eyes, pupils blown out and almost swallowing their irises whole. You wrap your arms around Eddie’s neck instinctively, burying your face in his neck to inhale his scent. He shutters against you as you exhale into him.

You’re so overcome by his scent that you didn’t notice he had taken off with you until he’s shifting you in his grasp, holding you with one hand as he fumbles with his keys until he’s kicking open the door to…a closet?

He locks the door behind him and plops you down in a chair that sits in front of what you presume to be his desk. All around you are shelves of cleaning supplies, tools, and other random supplies that you’d not be surprised to be in possession of a custodian. On the wall behind the desk are a few band posters and a cork board littered with post it notes and work safety sheets.

“I can’t do this anymore.” 

Eddie’s frustrated statement grabs your attention as he stands in front of you, leaning back on the desk with a hand running through his hair. 

“Are you, like, punishing me for asking you out? Were you so repulsed by me asking you that you’re punishing me by driving me insane?”

It takes a moment for your brain to properly dissect what he’s asking you, the statement so bewildering to you that you honestly think he’s joking at first. But the hurt look on his face has you shifting forward in your seat, practically on the edge as you look up at him. 

“Eddie, no,” you plead with him, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I wasn’t offended at all…I don’t understand how I’m punishing you either.”

He scoffs, rolling his eyes before meeting yours, “You’re joking. You’re telling me you haven’t been scenting around the school to get me worked up? I swear I can still smell you in my clothes when I leave at the end of the day. I figured that since you and Steve have gotten all buddy-buddy that you knew he was mark bonded and wouldn’t be able to smell you, so you’d just been freely scenting to fuck with me for the last month.”

“What? If anyone has been free scenting it’s you! I try not to leave my classroom if I don’t have to because I can smell you everywhere. Every day I have to book it straight to my desk because it’s so strong it makes me dizzy!”

The two of you are quiet for a moment, both huffing after yelling at one another, you still feeling like you’re in a haze in such close proximity to him now. He curses under his breath as he stands, pacing back and forth in front of you as he thinks.

“You’re making me nervous,” you state as you watch him move in front of you.

He stalls, turning his whole body towards you but keeping his eyes down. 

“I don’t understand,” he grits out, “I’m definitely not scenting, and you said you’re also not scenting, but I swear you’re the only thing that has any sort of effect on me anymore. The smell of my coffee in the morning isn’t as strong, the smell of the oil leaking from my van didn’t bother me when I fixed it. Hell, I cleaned up puke the other week and your scent made it easier to keep my own lunch down.”

“It’s the same for me…” He looks up at you. “All the smells, I’m going through the same thing…But something else has changed for me, too.” You think back over the events of the last month, “I don’t know why, but ever since that day…I can’t get you off of my mind. These little fantasies run through my head with everything I do. Like when I go to the store, I think about what foods you might like, or when I clean around the house I think about you coming home and telling me that I did a good job. Little things like that, that I never really even thought about with my ex. At least, not in the same way I think about you.”

“Ex?”

The tone of his voice has goosebumps running down your arms and legs. The room begins to feel heavy, similar to how it felt that day when he took control over the classroom. It felt like the air was being sucked out of your lungs and replaced with him. And every stride he took towards you felt like a bag of sand dropping on your back until you were struggling to look up at him as he moved in front of you, crouching down to eye level.

“What happened, sweetheart?” His voice is smooth like honey, pulling you in with his sweetness in a way that made you feel vulnerable. You couldn’t lie to him. Not Eddie.

“I couldn’t…he made me sick,” you start, “Every time we tried to…”

“Tried to what? Use your words.” The mix of his scent and the way he was talking to you was making the heat in your body travel straight to your core. 

“Anytime we tried to have sex, I would get sick. Even if I wanted to—”

“Did you really want to, though?” His head tilts to the side as he questions you, “Or were you just trying and failing to get me out of your head?”

Your body sways, his words have you feeling dizzy because he’s right. All of a sudden your clothes felt too tight, and the room was too hot, and you just wanted those big, strong arms back on your body. 

“Answer me.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, whenever I was with my ex, I wished it was you. But—but, not enough to make me sick. I don’t know why, it’s like my body was rejecting him.”

It’s silent besides your heavy breathing for a moment. Eddie stands once more, towering over you as he places his palm gently on your cheek. You instantly lean into his touch, humming in satisfaction as his leaves gentle caresses on your skin.

“I’m, uh, having the opposite problem,” he says with a hint of embarrassment. “I feel like I can’t…satisfy myself, but I’m constantly worked up whenever I think about you. Fucking my fist multiple times a day wishing it was your pussy instead.”

His thumb glides across your cheek, landing on your bottom lip and pulling it down before letting it snap back into place. Your lips part slightly in response, an open invitation for his thumb to push its way in, which he gladly accepts. He pushes it as far in as it can go, watching as you hollow your cheeks and suck on the digit before he pulls it out with a pop. 

“F-f-f-f-fuuuck,” he breathes out through gritted teeth. He grips your cheeks, not too rough, but enough to make your lips pout as he tilts your head back to look up at him.

Eddie searches your face for any signs of discomfort, but is only met with the half lidded, fucked out look your giving him through your lashes, brain completely empty as you wait for him make his next move.

Fireworks erupt under your skin as his chapped lips crash into yours with enough force to push you back in your chair. Every cheesy rom-com that you’ve ever watched finally made sense as you felt the electricity light strike in your abdomen and back through every vein in your body. This was what you’d been waiting for in every other kiss that you’ve experienced in your life. 

And, all at once, the sparks peak, before surging straight between your legs, a wave of slick gushing from you and soaking the seat below. 

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie breathes, looking at your lap with a pained expression. Meanwhile, your eyes are locked on the ever growing bulge in his work pants, drool pooling in your mouth as his blue jeans strain from the size of him. 

He lunges towards you, mouth agape to meet with yours before the sound of the bell stops either of you in your tracks. You hear a crack next to your head that makes you jump. When you look you see that Eddie has cracked the wood of the chair with his bare hands, muscles and veins popping from the strain. 

“Eddie—“

“Don’t go,” he begs, his voice low and gravely, “I can’t let you go again. I need you.”

He sounds so pathetic. All the still working parts of your brain start to go hazy at his groveling. He needs you. And you need him. 

The shrill sound of the phone ringing on his desk pulls Eddie away from you with a huff. His eyes don't leave you as he picks up the receiver, growling “what” to whoever was on the other line. 

As he listens, though, Eddie’s brows lift in surprise, followed by a Cheshire grin. “Consider us even then,” he says into the phone before he slams it back down. 

“W-who was that?”

He lets out a chuckle. He sauntered over to you with a dark look in his eyes, leaning in until he’s barely an inch from your face. 

“That was our good friend, Steve. He said he let the principal know you had to go home sick and got someone to cover your classes.”

Your breath hitched. Your mind was a whirl of everything Eddie you had almost forgotten that you still had classes to teach. You try to take a mental note to thank Steve later, hoping it doesn’t get lost in your mind.

“If that’s what you want, anyway. Could always go back to class—”

You surge forward, lips meeting his in a fevered kiss. “No, no,” you murmur against his lips, fingers tangling in his curls, “want you, Eddie. Don’t make me go back.”

What you don’t expect is to feel his hands grip you under the fat of your ass and lift you up from the chair. He turns the both of you around, using one hand to knock the things off of his desk before placing you on top of it with a squeak from you on impact, all the while his lips glued to yours. 

His hands make quick work with the buttons on your blouse and he moves down your neck, leaving kisses and little bruises across your skin. 

You feel him slotting between your legs, your pencil skirt riding up so his hard length could press against your clothed pussy. The denim of his jeans turn dark as slick continues to soak through your panties, your hips bucking against him as the familiar ache of your heat senses what you need only a few pieces of fabric away. 

As soon as Eddie opens your blouse, he’s ripping the cups of your bra with a force that causes your whole body to move, making your tit bounce in recoil.

“Of course they’d be perfect,” he groans, pulling back, completely enamored at the sight of you before him. His big hands grab and kneads at the flesh, taking your nipples between his fingers and rolling them. Your back arches as the sensation, and the drag of your sensitive clit against the denim only makes you moan louder.

Eddie pushes himself into you more, reveling in the feeling of you grinding against him and soaking his leg. He takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks, letting his tongue swirl around it. 

It’s all too much, your head spinning as everything seems amplified under his touch. Your hands scramble to grab the hem of his shirt, pulling the black polo and flimsily attempt to pull it off of him. You feel him grin against the skin of your breast before pulling off with a pop. 

“Impatient, aren’t we?” Eddie asks as he pulls the shirt over his head, as if he isn’t using every ounce of self control to keep him from completely devouring you. He wants to sink his teeth into you and never let go, but he can’t scare you off, not when he’s finally got you exactly how he wants you. 

Your mouth drops as his body is revealed to you. His slim, but built frame littered with tattoos you would never know he had unless you were to get him like this. Your eyes trail down his chest, his abdomen, all the way down to where his happy trail leads beneath his jeans. The urge to run your fingers through it takes over, your pointer and middle finger dragging from his belly button until they catch on his belt buckle, his stomach flexing under your touch. 

You grab at his belt, pulling him towards you until you can get a good enough grip to undo it, pulling down his pants until they drop to the floor with a thud. The boxers that remain sport a very large tent in them, and you swear you can see him twitching under your gaze.

His head falls back as your hand gently glides over him, rubbing the fabric into his leaky tip more, expanding the wet patch that was already forming there. Eddie watches you bring your fingers to your mouth to taste the sticky mess that you collected, your body going boneless when it hits your tongue. It’s like nothing that’s ever graced your taste buds before, making your eyes roll back in your head as your body craves for more. 

Watching the way you react to him is Eddie’s final straw. His vision tunnels, completely focused on you as the primal part of his brain takes control. Suddenly, he’s pushing you back down into the desk, manhandling you as he tears through your pantyhose, ripping your panties in half until your bare pussy is on display for him. 

Ducking down without warning, he spreads your legs apart and runs his thick, long tongue through your sopping folds. He inhales your scent, the bulb of his nose bumping into your clit in a way that sends zings of pleasure throughout your body. The tip of his tongue pushes its way into your hole, the thick muscle reaching as far as it can to lap up your sweet nectar from the source. Your hands fly to the top of his head, gripping tightly in an attempt to anchor yourself to this plane of existence while your orgasm rips through you. His name falls from your lips over and over as your vision goes white, blinding you with pleasure.

When you come back to your body you feel his hot breath fanning across your cheek, wet lips pressing into the side of your neck as he whispers sweet words into your ear.

“There she is,” he says once your eyes flutter open, “That feel good, pretty girl?” 

You nod your head dumbly, making him chuckle. 

“Can I make you feel like that again? Wanna make you feel so good on my cock, sweetheart. Don’t think I can hold back anymore.”

You feel the way he’s rubbing his tip through your folds, hand gripping at the base with all the self restraint in the world. The precum leaking from his tip mixing with your own slick creating a sticky mess between your lips. 

“Pleasepleaseplease,” you beg, canting your hips to match his movements, gasping when his head catches on your entrance.

That’s all Eddie needs to hear. Lining up with your entrance, he pushes his way into you. The stretch is like nothing you’ve ever experienced. David was an alpha, so naturally he was big, but this? You could feel every ridge and vein of Eddie’s cock as he buried himself deeper inside you. The way his tip pressed against your cervix sent a fresh wave of arousal through you and all over Eddie’s desk.

There was barely time to adjust before Eddie was pistoning in and out of you. His hands white knuckle the skirt still sitting at your waist, using it as leverage to keep you in place while he fucks into your tight cunt. Your hands scramble to find something to hold on to, ultimately settling on Eddie’s forearms as your whole body shakes with each thrust. 

“Ohhhh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” you moan in tandem with every movement. Your brain gone, completely replaced with Eddie and never wanting this to end. 

“Fuck, Eddie, please.”

“What is it, baby girl? What does my girl need?” 

Hearing his voice, the way he calls you his girl lights a fire in your belly. You’d take anything he would give you right now. Anything he wants from you, you’d give him. 

“Want yo-o-o-o-ou,” you pant, “Oh, fuck! Want you so bad!”

“I’m right here, sweetheart.”

Eddie leans down, his lips pressing into yours tenderly. You wrap your arms around his neck, pinning him to you until he gets the hint, letting his body weight press into you until you’re chest to chest. His tempo slows down to a sensual drag in and out. One hand grabs at your leg, bending it forward to open you up for him more. He feels impossibly deep inside of you as his head bullies that spot deep inside you.

“Is this what you needed, princess? Just needed me to get closer to you?” His face is pressed into your cheek, eyes threatening to close as he feels his resolve lessening with each passing moment that he’s inside you. But he needs you to come undone on his cock one more time before he can let go.

“Yes, thank you, thank you, Eddie, mmmmm,” the words fall from your mouth with no thought, your only focus on the pleasure that’s building up inside you. Your walls clenching around Eddie’s cock like a vice as you get closer and closer to the edge. 

But, in tandem with your imminent orgasm, the dull ache inside you grows as well, blooming with a need that’s almost painful to bear. 

“Eddie.”

The breathy, desperate tone in your voice has Eddie pulling back just enough to look at you. A picture of almost pure lust, say for the concerning pinch in your brows. 

“I know, you’re so close, baby. Can feel you gripping me so tight,” he coos down at you. But you shake your head, trying your best to meet his eyes as you try to speak, willing him to just know what you want.

“Want it. Want it. Want it,” is all you can muster out.

“What do you want, baby girl?”

“Knot. Knot, please.”

Eddie’s movements still immediately, making you whine. He straightens up completely, looking down at you darkly, his frizzy curls a wild halo around his head as it blocks the light above. 

He takes a deep breath in, nostrils flaring on the exhale, “You know what’ll happen if I do that, right? I’m not on anything that would stop—”

“Yes!” You cry, too frustrated and needy for him to move again that you begin moving on your own, fucking yourself on his cock. “Eddie, I want it so bad! Please, wanna be your girl. Want everyone to know I’m your girl.”

Before you can react, Eddie is grabbing you and flipping you over on his desk, almost knocking his computer down in the process. Only a moment later do you feel him pushing back into you with one quick thrust. His hand wraps around the back of your throat, not tight, but enough to keep you pinned down for him as he fucks you. There’s no purpose to his thrusts other than to chase his own high, but the brutal fuck and anticipation of whats to come is enough to finally push you past that breaking point. 

The sound of your slick hitting the floor beneath you and the impossible grip your cunt has on his cock has Eddie following not far behind you. Just as you feel his hips falter, you feel a pressure building inside you, pushing at your walls until they’ve reached their limit. It’s painful, until it’s not. Quickly turning into an overwhelming pleasure, you feel yourself cumming again in quick succession as you feel the hot ropes of Eddie’s spend hit your cervix, filling you with an endless stream and then some. 

The pressure of Eddie’s body folding limply on top of you feels amazing, the skin to skin soothing you as your still hazy mind craves him. You feel his lips on your shoulder, trailing kisses across your back until he reaches the center, just below the base of your neck. You fully expected him to continue on, simply loving on your body as you wait for him to fully finish.

What you weren’t expecting was for his teeth to sink into the skin of your scent gland. The feeling of his teeth on you is startling, and for a moment you think about your high school health class, where your teacher told you that when you bond with an alpha it would feel like the chemistry of your brain would change. There would be an instant shift that would change everything and, and…you feel nothing.

Well, not nothing. Being wrapped up in Eddie feels like being wrapped up in a blanket by a fire on a cold winter night, like warm water on sore muscles after a long day. It feels like the pieces of the puzzle have all fallen into place. It’s not big or loud, rather, it feels like home. He feels like home. 

“Are you okay?” Eddie’s voice comes out muffled against your skin, his lips still pressed against your neck before he starts to rub his face over the gland. 

“Mhmm,” you purr, moving your hand to lace over his on the desk, the cool metal of his rings a stark contrast to your hot skin. “M’back’s a little sore, though,” you say as you can feel your body starting to ache from the position you’re in. 

Eddie pushes off of you quickly, almost pulling you with him as his shaky legs threaten to fold from how quickly he moved.

You push off of his desk like a cat stretching after a nap, shivers running down your spine as the shift presses Eddie’s still hard cock further inside you.

“Does it hurt?”

You look over your shoulder to see Eddie mesmerized on the way his knot has you over stuffed, feeling the resistance when your bodies tug apart. 

The wide eyed look on his face lights the flame in your belly again. Eyes still on him, you start to rock back and forth slowly on him. You’re barely moving with your limited range, but the way he sucks in his breath at the feeling only fans the flames in you more. 

“It doesn’t hurt,” you say in a sultry voice, catching his attention now. “Have you never knotted anyone before, Eddie?”

Brown curls bounce as he shakes his head. He swallows thickly, “N-no, I haven’t.” 

You moan out at his confession, clenching down on him. And he whimpers, eyes clenched shut as you continue to gently rock against him.

“H-have you ever been knotted before?”  He’s panting now. Standing completely still as he watches you fuck yourself on his cock. 

You lean against the desk in front of you, the edge hitting your clit just right as you start to grind against it. “Only once,” you say between huffs, feeling yourself getting closer to the edge again. “It didn’t feel this good, though, fuck.”

“Oh, god—“ Eddie’s hands grip at your hips to still your movements, and you can feel a fresh wave of his cum spilling into your already stuffed cunt. The pressure pushes you over the edge with him, a silent scream on your lips as your body shakes in his grip. 

He’s panting like he ran a marathon with a bruising grip still on your hips. It takes a moment for him to catch his breath, but when he does, he’s wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him. 

You yelp as he sits back in the chair and situates you in his lap. You’re able to turn your body on his knot, curling into him so your face is buried in his neck, breathing him in. Calloused fingers run up and down your thigh soothingly, leaving tingles in their wake. 

“Eddie?” You’re the first to break the silence. His head shifts your way, but his eyes are still trained on where his fingers dance on your skin. 

“Hmm?”

“When you bit me, did you feel…anything?”

The corners of his lips curl into a smile, like you had just told him a joke or something. 

“Nah,” he said with a chuckle. You almost felt as if he was making fun of you, your bottom lip jutting out in a pout. 

“Oh, what’s this face for, hmm?” He grabs your face and pretends to bite at it, making you laugh as you turn away from him. 

“Stoooop,” you whine, but your cheeks start to ache with how hard you’re smiling. “Are you making fun of me?”

“What? Why would I make fun of you?”

“Because I was being serious when I asked you about the bite! They always told us that it’s this huge deal to bond with someone so I thought it was going to be like New Year's Day in my mind or something!”

“Are you saying I didn’t totally blow your mind just now—OW!” 

You bite Eddie's shoulder playfully, giggling and kicking as he tries to get his revenge by tickling your side.

“Okay! Okay! You totally blew my mind! I give!”

“That’s what I thought,” he says as he lands a quick peck to your lips, making you feel giddy at the contact. “But I promise I’m not laughing at you. I’m just…” 

He looks down for a moment before meeting your gaze again with a look a lot less playful than just a moment ago. 

“Okay, I’m going to need you to hear me out on this, alright?” 

You nod, giving him your undivided attention as he speaks.

“So, like, I don’t know if you would even remember, but that day when we met, when I first saw you I heard these, like, bells ringing in my ears. And not like when your ears ring after listening to loud music, but, like, little chimes or something. At the time I didn’t think anything about it, but when I talked to Steve and my friend Nancy about it later, they told me that they heard the same thing when they had marked their partners.”

Your eyes go wide, heart fluttering in your chest.

Because you remember hearing bells so clearly when you saw him, too.

But how could that be?

“I know,” he says, reading the disbelief on your face, “It didn’t make sense to me either. So, Nancy, she’s really smart by the way, you’ll love her. She went and found some older books on, like, alpha and omega couples that talked about this thing called soul bonding? It’s supposed to happen when two people that are meant to be together like, imprint on each other and basically they can’t be with anyone else—” 

Oh.

Oh.

His voice trails off, coming to the same realization as you. 

“Do you think—”

“Yes,” you respond without a second thought. “It makes so much sense. The smells, everything with David, why I can’t stop thinking about you—Fuck, I’ve only been able to get myself off if I’m wearing your sweater!”

Eddie twitches inside you again, his face a bright red at your admission.

“You’ve been wearing my sweater?” He teases with a raised brow. You nod, not seeing any point in lying about it now.

“I like to sleep in it,” you say as you snuggle into him more, “It feels like I’m sleeping with your arms around me.”

“Mmmm, I think I could do you one better. How ‘bout I let you experience that first hand?”

“You don’t think this is too soon, do you?

Eddie places a box labeled “work clothes” on top of his nightstand, reaching a hand out for you to hand him another hanger from the pile on top of his bed—now both of your bed, as he continues to hang your clothes for you.

“Sweetheart,” he sing-songs to you, “how is this going to be any different than the last two months?”

Since your first encounter in his office at work, the two of you have been attached at the hip ever since. You’d spent almost every night at his trailer, only staying at your parents house once to watch their dog while they went out of town for the weekend. 

The chemistry between you and Eddie felt unreal at times, like you were going to wake up from a dream and he would be gone. Outside of his work clothes, some may say he looked a little intimidating, but he was the biggest sweetheart you’ve ever met. And when you got to meet his uncle, Wayne, a few weeks ago, you could tell where he got his chivalry from.

“I know, it’s just all so new for me,” you sigh, falling back onto the bed with a huff.

“It’s new for me, too, but in a good way.” You could hear his smile even with his back turned to you. “Besides, this place could use a little feminine touch.” 

He turns to face you, taking one big step to bump his legs into yours.

“No kidding, it looked like a college dorm in here,” you say with an eye roll, thinking about the mismatched furniture and band posters he had taped to the wall.

“Well, this college dorm is about to graduate, move on to bigger and better things in life.”

“Like being baby proofed?”

Eddie hums, lowering himself down onto his knees in front of you. You prop yourself up, shifting your legs apart so he can settle himself between them, arms wrapping around your middle as his head rests on your tummy. 

“I’m glad Wayne talked me into getting a two bedroom when I was looking around. I thought all I’d ever need was enough for me, but I guess the universe works in mysterious ways,” he says the last part with exaggerated mysticism, and you tug at his hair playfully at his unseriousness. 

“Mmm, baby do that again.”

“Oh, my god, whatever.” You roll your eyes, thinking he’s being playful, but the bedroom eyes and parted lips say otherwise. 

And soon after his hips are rolling into yours. Sweaty bodies intertwined as he splits you open, your heightened senses from the pregnancy hormones making it so easy for Eddie to keep you cumming for him. 

“Come on baby, you got one more for me?”

“Can feel you squeezin’ me.”

“That’s my good girl.”

And you cum again and again and again, losing track as Eddie’s thumb works on your clit in sync with his thrusts. 

He wishes he could do this forever. Watching you fall apart on his cock has to be the greatest thing he’s ever witnessed. His eyes land on your non-existent bump, imagining how big it's going to look in just a few months with his baby inside you.

“Can’t wait til you get all big, sweetheart. Gonna show you off everywhere we go,” he picks up speed, his rhythm starting to falter, “Want everyone to know you’re mine, always. Gotta keep you like this. Keep you pregnant so no one— oooooooh fuck! So no one takes you from me.”

“All yours, Eddie,” you babble out, completely brainless, “Love you. Only you.”

“Haaaahh, shit,” his head rolls back, and you can feel him cumming deep inside you. His hips slow down to a stop before he’s pulling out and landing on his back next to you.

You’re immediately cuddling up next to him, your head raising up and down against his chest. His arm curls around you, pulling you into him more so he can kiss the top of your head.

“I love you, too, by the way.”

You snap your head to look at him. “What?”

“You said “love you,” and I’m saying I love you too.”

“I did?”

“Did you not mean it?’

He looks down at you expectantly, waiting for your answer. But you don’t really have to think too hard to come up with the answer.

“Yeah, I love you.”

thank you for reading.

#eddie munson #alpha!eddie munson #eddie munson fan fic #janitor!eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #alpha!eddie munson x omega!reader #janitor!eddie munson x teacher!reader #eddie munson omegaverse #omegaverse fic #eds

[khanna420]

Ed Sheeran x Reader special FF

FLUFF 🐻

• shit plot

• stuttering

• very romantic /srs /ok maybe not

• ed is in lov e with the shap of u baby person

gender-neutral reader, srs, i need physiological help, i finally figured out how fonts work

Sand Dream About a Sand Story ×

You were walking on a sunny day at the beach. Until SUDDENLY, you see a guy's body buried in the sand, only his head showing. As you look at him closer and longer.. You realize that his face is a true work of God!

Your face becomes red as he notice you staring at him. You couldn't take it anymore so you finally balled up, and greeted him in an awkward way.

"Do I know you?" he said.

"I-I.."

Your thoughts are full of words that fully describe him, you can't help but come up with more words as you stare at him continuously, after hearing his soothing voice. Not knowing what to do or say, you bluntly said your thoughts out loud.

"Hello? Are you still there..?"

"Uhm. I'm very sorry! But I couldn't stop looking at your elegant, gorgeous, glamorous, beautiful, fascinating, and desirable face!!"

Your words flustered him a lot, now he's the one stucked up for words.

"T-..thanks. I really appreciate that but uhm.. isn't this very awkward?"

A sudden thought then hit you. His voice really sounds familiar. Now that you think of it, his face, his voice.. and especially his silky ginger hair. They all are very similar to the music artist, Ed!

"Right! Uhm, may I get your name?"

"..."

There, an awkward pause came. Of course he'd want to keep his identity private out on public, but seems like he caught himself off guard, talking to a stranger and even engaging a small talk with them.

"Uh- I'm sorry I have to go."

The guy, or Ed tried to walk out casually but then he remembers that his body is still completely buried in the sand. You tried to stop yourself from laughing, but your facial expressions couldn't be helped as you let out a cute little "pfft".

He blushes, from embarrassment and from seeing you hold your laugh.

"What a cute face. I am really enjoying this moment of ours.. Oh and, your name is?" He said, with a straight face, and with a serious tone. Almost as if you're getting proposed at.

"R-really? Cute huh.. That, coming from someone who has an angelic face??! Why do I feel like I just earned an idol's respect..t-that doesn't even connect to what's happening right now!!" You said, in your thoughts.

...

You then wake up, feeling your heartbeat beating so fast like you were just getting chased by some creature. You felt so terrified and concerned. Concerned of your brain because it has gotten to the point where you started dreaming about artists with a rom-plot and it suprisingly has context.

how Ed looks like with his body buried in the sand

#Spotify #ed sheeran #ed x reader #hor knee #cute innocent fanfic #beach day #very smexy #srs tho #gender neutral fanfic #shape of you #why am i even posting this #fluff #short story #ur mom gae

[myveryownfanfiction]

Rickmas day 19: hope

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @deepperplexity, @cassieuncaged, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

Warnings: swearing

I leaned my head against Ed’s shoulder as we sat watching the movie he had picked. Nick had long ago headed off to bed, leaving the two of us with the decision of going back to our freezing apartment or spending the night here.

“I don’t want to sit in the cold again.” Ed whispered. His eyes hadn’t left the screen and I nodded against him. “I’m sorry I can’t provide for you the way that I should.”

“Nonsense.” I whispered. “You provide plenty. It’s the fact that we need money. That’s was we should be sorry for. Needing.” Ed shifted under me.

“maybe if I wasn’t a painter…” he trailed off.

“Shut up.” I cut in. “You love painting and I knew when I got into this with you that you weren’t going to make much off your paintings. It’s not anyone’s fault that I’m out of work right now.” Ed pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“I say in the new year we find something that can help us make money.” Ed said. “Not buckets and buckets but enough to keep the heat on and have food in the cabinets.” I nodded in agreement.

“it’s something to hope for.” I murmured. Ed nodded in agreement before we turned back to the movie.

#ed #ed fanfic #ed fanfiction #ed imagine #ed x reader #alan rickman #alan rickman fanfic #alan rickman fanfiction #alan rickman x reader #alan rickman imagine #rickmas #rickmas2023

[d0wnb4df0rf1cm3n]

don't give up on me.

Regulus Black x F!Reader

Summary: You're sick. Regulus knows that. But how can he convince you that you're worth saving?

Word Count: 6.5K

Warnings: IN DEPTH DISCUSSIONS OF EDS, WEIGHT LOSS, THROWING UP, FAINTING, HOSPITAL WING VISITS, ANY AND ALL ED-RELATED WARNINGS

AN: If this kind of content is triggering for you, PLEASE KEEP SCROLLING!!! nothing is more important to me than y'all keeping yourselves healthy - both mentally and physically! If this shit helps you then, here ya go :) (P.S. the summary is really bad sorry!!)

You ran back to the dorms, promising Pandora that you'd be back before breakfast. Lie.

Every day was pretty much the same: you weighed yourself on the muggle scale that you'd snuck into your bags behind your dad's back, and then based on that number, you'd eat. Or you wouldn't. It was easy to miss mealtimes - you'd make the excuse of needing to finish some homework or having forgotten something in the dorms. If you went to the hall during mealtimes, you'd put a little food on your plate and push it around to make it seem like you'd eaten loads when you hadn't touched anything at all.

If the number on the scale weren't acceptable to some extreme standard you'd set yourself to, then you'd spiral - only small amounts of food, you'd go on a run before dinner (strategically showing up late enough that there wouldn't be much left), calling yourself the worst names in the mirror.

It was a routine that you hated - you wanted to kick it, but you couldn't. It was a safety net. You needed control, and this was the only way to have it. It was your drug and you were dependent on it.

It had started as a need to look better, more like your sister. She was taller, skinnier, better at everything she did. You wanted that. So you started skipping meals, spending more time doing workouts - you'd bought one of those muggle aerobics DVDs, and you'd follow it almost every day. You lost a few kilograms in the first few weeks of summer, and the pride of achieving your goal outweighed the hunger pains and headaches. Your weight became an obsession to you and you weighed yourself after every meal and in the morning and night, and your diet to become healthier quickly became a desire to be smaller.

It didn't help that you remained invisible to everyone except your few Hogwarts friends. They owled you frequently, begging you to come up to London so you could spend time together, but you lived too far away for that to be possible. Your dad was busy all the time - it wasn't easy for him after the divorce - and your sister was busy with all her friends. They didn't like you very much, finding you odd as you went to school so far away. They left you alone for the most part - you only saw them when your sister agreed to drive you somewhere.

Not eating became natural after a while: the hunger pains stopped being painful, the headaches disappeared, and the desire to eat had all but disappeared. No one really noticed - you were pretty good at hiding your tricks - but your quickly shrinking body was noticeable. Your dad brought it up once, worried about how your clothes looked so big on your body: he offered to drive you to the doctors, wondering if being a wizard meant that you were more prone to getting sick. You shook your head, telling him that you were fine, but you made a mental reminder to buy much baggier clothes to hide the weight loss.

After that, you quickly went from loving your new body to despising it. You hid every inch of your skin even in the height of summer - hiding under baggy clothes, blankets, and behind pillows. You shoved your mirror to the back of your wardrobe.

By the time you went back to Hogwarts in September, your robes were far too big for you. You'd altered them sneakily: you kept the robes you had but they rested on your body better.

You'd avoided hugs from your friends, lying about an injured arm, but you'd happily reunited with them on the Hogwarts express. They all commented on how they were loving your new look - you smiled sadly at the reason. You remember getting off the train onto the platform - Regulus had helped you down from the train, gripping your hand tightly as you stepped off. As your friends dragged you away, you'd looked back at him. He'd looked almost concerned.

You came back to the Great Hall halfway through breakfast. You sat down with your friend, adjusting your collar where it was rubbing against your neck. You felt uncomfortable, almost like there was an emptiness in the back of your mind.

Pandora caught your eyes mouthing, are you ok? You nodded in response. You grabbed a glass of water and some fruit. Your throat was so dry and every single movement made you nauseous. It's fine, you told yourself, you can run it off before Charms. You're fine.

You were lying to yourself. You weren't okay, you had a problem and you knew it. But you couldn't pluck up the courage to go to Madam Pomfrey and get help. This was comfortable. You never wanted to go back to the way it was before - constantly hating your body for the way it looked in clothing, jealous of what others looked like. You'd take a few bad days like this over that.

You yawned. You were exhausted but your sleep wasn't restful or comfortable. Some parts of your body would always be sore when you woke up.

You felt someone move to sit next to you, and before you could turn to see who it was, they grabbed the apple out of your hand. You turned to protest, before seeing Regulus' pointed look and the knife in his hand. He began to cut up small slices and feed them to you, not giving you time to protest until the apple was finished and entirely consumed.

"Get a room lovebirds, someone from down the table called, but Regulus was quick to shoot them the finger. You smiled at that and Regulus let out a breath at the sight of it.

"It's nice to see you smile, canari. You don't seem to do it as much anymore," He said lowly, making sure his voice was only for you.

You pat his shoulder to reassure him, trying to hide your panicked mind behind gentle touches. He smiled at you before standing up to leave. He offered you a hand, which you gratefully took, and you both headed towards Defense Against the Dark Arts - your first lesson of the day.

That night, you had been planning on skipping dinner. You had convinced Pandora and Barty that you had an essay for Professor McGonagall that you hadn't even started, and they had believed you. They left you in the common room, promising to bring back one of your favourites - a Pumpkin Pasty. All was well.

You slipped out of your dorm room and down the stairs to the front door, heading out for a quick run.

"Where do you think you're going?" A voice cut through the cool air. You shut your eyes. Busted.

Regulus walked up to you, raising his eyebrows and waiting for an answer. "Tell me, Reggie, does growing up rich make you so entitled or are you just naturally a pompous ass?"

He laughed, throwing his head back, and grabbing your hand, "I'm going to let it go because you haven't eaten anything and you're probably hangry." He dragged you down to the Great Hall, even as you dragged your feet.

He pulled you in and sat you down by his side, piling your plate high with all the foods he knew were your favourite. If your anxiety wasn't spiraling, you would be touched that Regulus knew exactly what you liked and what you didn't.

People were sat all around the table, making small talk and eating. You took deep breaths as nonchalantly as you could, cutting up the food Regulus had piled on your plate. You didn’t want to draw any attention to yourself. Normally it wouldn’t be a problem - you’d have a few days of no one noticing you skipping meals, then you could comfortably eat dinner with no worries. You could prepare for that. But, after breakfast this morning was sprung on you, you didn’t think you should be eating this soon. I mean you had only just run off the apple you had for breakfast. How were you going to keep your weight down if you were gorging yourself on the most unhealthy food every minute of every day.

You tried to join in with the conversation every so often, pushing things around on your plate as you did so. You thought you were hiding it well, but you caught Regulus glancing at you in concern, every time you finished speaking.

Catching onto this habit, you worriedly stood up, grabbing your things and getting ready to go.

“Leaving again so early?” Barty asked, grabbing your wrist. He looked at the wrist almost concerned but you tugged your hand away. You looked around the table before your eyes landed on Regulus, concern filling his face.

You swallowed nervously, “Yeah, I'm going to head up to bed. Goodnight,” You stepped over the bench and left through one of the back doors. Regulus watched you leave. Something didn’t sit right with him.

As soon as you rounded the corner, you picked up the pace almost breaking into a jog. You made it down the stairs to the Slytherin common room, heart pounding in your chest and nearly threw yourself up the stairs to your dorm. You closed the door and locked yourself in the bathroom. You were usually methodical about this process, you had a system. But you were desperate at this point. You tied your hair up messily and filled up a hidden water bottle at the sink before chugging it and turning to the toilet. 

Back in the Great Hall, Regulus decided that he was going to go check on you. He excused himself and bid everyone a good night - just like you had - before heading in the direction of the Slytherin dorm. 

You were bent over the toilet, retching. You hated this so much. It didn’t feel good - it almost hurt - but you felt so relieved doing it. You couldn’t explain it. It was somehow the one thing that helped you feel better.

Regulus quickly made his way up the stairs to face your dorm. The stairs were enchanted to stop the boys from climbing up them, but Regulus was able to jump and skip a few steps to make it to the top. Nothing was going to stop him from getting to you. Not now.

Regulus knocked on your dorm door, to which he was met with silence. You couldn’t hear him. Not liking the feeling in his gut, he slowly pushed the door open. To his surprise, you weren’t there.

From the bathroom, he heard the faint sound of someone retching. Regulus furrowed his brows. You hadn't seemed sick this morning. Why didn’t you say something? You were going to go on a walk, for Merlin's sake! Closing the door behind him, he walked over to the bathroom door, pressing his ear to the door. That was definitely you retching. He knocked. You froze.

“Canari? Are you okay in there?” He asked, leaning against the door.

Shit. 

You scrambled to get up, quickly flushing the toilet and washing your hands.

"Canari?"

You splashed your face with water before replying, “I’m fine, Reg.” You cursed yourself for the wavering in your voice.

You turned to the mirror - you were a mess, your tear-streaked face red and splotchy. You washed your face, trying to get rid of as much inflammation as you could. 

You took a deep breath and leaned against the sink. How could you have been so stupid? How were you going to talk yourself out of this?

“Can you open the door, please?” Regulus said. He was half intending to break the door down, but he wouldn't violate you like that.

You sighed and opened the door with your head down. You tried to walk past Regulus, but he gently pulled you towards him, your head resting just over his heart. His finger tilted your face upwards, his eyes widening at your red eyes and face. 

“Why didn’t you tell anyone you were sick?” he asked.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” You tried to pry yourself away from him, but he wasn't letting you go so easily.

“You’re not fine if you’re throwing up. What's really going on?”

“It’s nothing. I had a stomach bug over the summer. Sometimes it acts up a little. It's fine. I'm fine.” you affirmed. Your solidness was almost more to convince yourself than him.

One look at Regulus told you he was not convinced. He pulled you back into his chest. "You sure that's all it is? You'll tell me if it gets worse?"

"Yeah, Reg, I'll tell you if it gets worse. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before."

"It's okay, Canari. As long as you are okay, it's okay."

You managed to avoid any more confrontations until Christmas. You decided to stay at school over the Christmas holidays, like you usually did, which meant no friends to worry about your ever-growing problem.

You woke up to a dry throat and a pounding headache. The usual. You coaxed your body into slumping out of bed and you brushed your teeth. God, you looked a mess. The dark circles under your eyes were prominent and your face was pale and gaunt. You almost looked like a skeleton.

The sun was pretty high in the sky - it was probably almost afternoon. Shit. How could you have slept half the day away? It's fine you'll just have to stay up later tonight to finish all your essays. You walked out into the dorm to be greeted with 4 other empty beds - everyone else had gone home for the holidays. You figured it was probably safer to stay at school than to go home looking so terrible.

Begrudgingly, you pulled on a pair of jeans and a Slytherin sweater you were almost sure wasn't yours, and slipped down to the common room. You'd left an essay for Professor Binns in front of the fireplace - you had rushed to the bathroom after Barty had practically force-fed you a few. You'd blamed it on the fact you got a dog food-flavoured one (you didn't - it was chocolate brownie, which was almost worse), but the side-long glance Regulus had given you made you retreat into your dorm room for the rest of the night.

Still, you needed to finish that essay and you headed down the steps, pausing halfway down to calm your racing heart. The common room was cold and empty - it usually was in the winter, given that most Slytherin students went home for the break. You shivered violently - the cold that nestled into your bones in early October had refused to leave. Now, without at least a jumper or two under your robes, you were constantly shivering.

You glanced at all the tables - there was no parchment or quills. There was no one still here that would want to steal your essay or your quills, so you were surprised to see all your stuff gone and the common room completely clean. You searched everywhere in case the house elves had moved it while cleaning, but you couldn't find it anywhere.

Tears started brimming in your eyes knowing that those were the only quills you had and there wasn't much chance that you could afford to buy a whole set of new ones and finish your essay before Christmas day.

"Good morning, Canari." You whirled around to see Regulus standing behind you, his obsidian-black suit perfectly ironed and immaculately clean. His hair was perfectly coiffed - as it usually was - and his face clean of the stubble you knew that he was able to grow. Not a hair out of place. Never a hair out of place. Why couldn't you be more like Regulus - perfect without trying. Skinny and pretty and fun to be around. Not always worrying about if you were trying too hard.

A lone tear slipped out of your eye and down your face. Regulus was there in an instant, his hands grasping your face, thumbs wiping away any tears.

"What's wrong, Canari? Why are you crying?" Regulus said, pulling you into his chest. You felt him stiffen against you, his fingers running over your protruding spine. But you nestled into his warmth, the chill in your bones just barely sated by his heat.

You looked up into his eyes, sniffling, "Someone took all my stuff."

"What?"

"I forgot my stuff down here last night - my essay for Binns and all my quills were on the table, but now they're gone," your breathing picked up as you began to panic, "And I can't afford to buy a whole new pack of quills, which means that I won't be able to finish any of my other essays and Professor McGona-"

"Canari. I have your stuff." Regulus interrupted, his arms running up and down your back, "It's okay. I took it to my dorm before I went to bed. Here." Regulus led you to the staircase leading up to his dorm and made you wait as he dashed upstairs and got your things. He handed them to you in a neat pile before leading you back to your dorm with his hand on your lower back. "Put your stuff away and then come down with me. Let's eat breakfast together."

Alarm bells started ringing in your head. Eat? Now? With so much to do? How could you waste your time? But you couldn't make Regulus more suspicious of your behaviour.

You head down to the Great Hall with him, pulling at your sleeves as he placed all manner of pies and treats on your plate. You felt nauseated by the smell alone.

It didn't skip your notice how Regulus looked at you as if you were going to break at any second. Hell, he probably thought you already had.

You turned the corner off the path to head into the Forbidden Forest. If any of the Professors found you out here they'd give you a detention. That coincidentally would mean that you missed dinner. Two birds, one stone.

You set off on your run, keeping to the border of the forbidden forest, but deep enough in that no one would be able to see you without looking. You kept a steady pace - you were used to this routine. If you overate, you'd run until you felt exhausted and then you'd slip back into the dorm and skip dinner.

Except the snow was never normally this heavy and with every breath you exhaled a puff of smoke left your lungs. The inhales were almost painful, the cold air rough on your fragile lungs. You could hear your heart pounding in your head and your ears were starting to ring but you ploughed on.

What a mistake that was. You feel your foot slipping before you can even grab onto something. The next thing you know everything was black.

Regulus was worried. He'd paid close attention to your ever-deteriorating health, and he was worried, to say the least. After you'd run from lunch with him and Barty, he'd followed you back to the dorm. You hadn't even noticed him trailing you as you almost ran back to the common room. You'd slammed your dorm door shut and hadn't left for hours. You'd finally left when you thought no one was in the common room, dressed in some sweatpants and a jumper that was far too thin for this ghastly weather. He'd grabbed his own coat and a spare jacket for you, before following you through the hallways. He'd contemplated calling your name once, but clearly, there was something going on. And Regulus wanted to know what.

You'd slipped out of one of the doors to the courtyard and set off on a light jog down toward Hagrid's hut. That's odd, Regulus thought, you didn't have detention. Of course, it didn't pass his mind that you may just be running. After all, who would willingly go on a run in the middle of December in Scotland. Still, he watched as you ran down the steps that led to the now frost-covered pumpkin patches. Maybe you needed to collect something from him, he thought. Yes, that's probably it. Far more likely than Miss 'golden-girl' having a detention. Professor Kettleburn probably needed something and sent you to go get it.

His confusion only multiplied when you bypassed Hagrid's hut and disappeared into the thicket of the Forbidden Forest. Regulus picked up his pace, making sure that he wasn't caught as he followed your footsteps. He tried to keep up but you were always a faster runner than him, always making it to class on time even if you were both running late. He quickly lost you, having to resort to tracking your footsteps through the deep snow. He was ever more confused as to why you were out here - if anyone caught you here, you'd have a month's worth of evening detentions. Not the best way to start the year.

When he finally caught up to you, his heart dropped to his feet. You were lying face down in the snow, clothing soaked through. He knelt beside you, his hands running over your face as he softly called your name. Your skin was cold to the touch, causing Regulus to panic. He quickly bundled you up in the spare coat he brought with him. He removed the scarf from around his neck and wrapped it around yours, before tucking your hands into the pocket of the jacket.

He hoisted you up in his arms, wrapping his arms securely under your body. He slowly started walking back to the castle, being careful to avoid anyone seeing him leave the Forbidden Forest - the last thing he needed was the both of you getting in more trouble. He carried you through the hallways to the hospital wing, rapping his knuckles sharply against the window while you remained unconscious in his arms.

Madam Pomfrey was quick to open the door and, at the sight of your unconscious body, ushered you both inside, helping Regulus to lay you on one of the free beds. She laid a thick blanket over you and dug out a heating potion to dispel the chill from your bones. Regulus just sat by your side and held your hand. It was ice-cold as usual, but somehow Regulus never wanted to let go.

"...Mr. Black?" Madam Pomfrey asked, but Regulus had missed the question while he was staring at you. He looked up at her questioningly, silently asking her to repeat the question, "I said, will you get some dry clothes for her? I trust that you have something you can give her."

Regulus nodded dumbly, leaving the hospital wing before breaking into a run. He ran upstairs and pulled a sweater and some sweatpants for you. They would be big on you but hopefully, they would keep you from getting too cold. His heart was pounding as he returned to the hospital wing.

He diligently gave the jumper and sweatpants to Madam Pomfrey, before turning around so she could change your clothes modestly. It was nothing he hadn't seen before, he wanted to tell Madam Pomfrey, but somehow he was sure that she wouldn't appreciate that sentiment.

Once she was done and you were nestled under two layers of blankets and in clean clothes, Madam Pomfrey turned back to Regulus.

"Mr. Black, I'm going to have to collect a report from this accident from you, if you would so oblige."

"Uhh, of course, yeah. Um, well," Regulus prided himself on being a good liar, but under so much pressure, not so much. "We found a - uh - salamander on the fifth floor by the library when we were studying there earlier. She said she'd go tell Hagrid so she headed down to his hut. I wanted to find her to finish my essay before dinner so I headed down to see Hagrid, but then I found her lying in the snow."

Madam Pomfrey nodded, "Did Hagrid find out about the Salamander?"

Regulus nodded, "Yeah, one of the third years told him. I heard them talking about it while I was looking for her." It wasn't a total lie. Two third years had found a Salamander by the fifth-floor boys' toilets. They'd told Hagrid, and Regulus had overheard them talking about it.

Madam Pomfrey nodded, sealing away the report and filing it away. Regulus stood up to go back to the common room when Madam Pomfrey stopped him.

"She's incredibly thin, Mr. Black. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?" Regulus shook his head, "It's worrying how underweight she is. You haven't noticed anything? Anything out of the ordinary?"

Regulus shook his head again before turning around to leave the hospital wing. He knew something was wrong. He just didn't know what.

When you opened your eyes, the first thing you could feel was heat. You were warm. After months of being on the edge of freezing all the time, it was nice.

The second thing you noticed was the smell of cologne. A familiar cologne. Regulus' cologne. It was an expensive one - the Black family was rich and they weren't scared to show it off.

You opened your eyes slowly, grateful for the darkness. You looked towards the window to see that it was nighttime. You furrowed your brow in confusion. You could have sworn that it was just past lunch. You pushed yourself up further only to realise that you were in the hospital wing.

Before you could push yourself up even further, a voice interrupted you, "And just where do you think you're going, young lady?" Madam Pomfrey walked up to you with a glass of pumpkin juice in hand and two tablets. "You're dehydrated. And possibly have a concussion. You should be glad Mr. Black found you when he did."

Regulus found me? How the hell did he know where I was?

You took the pills from her hand and swallowed them down quickly. You savoured the taste of the Pumpkin Juice - it had been so long since you'd had the calorie-filled drink.

You turned to the door just in time to see Regulus walk in. It was as if he had exhaled for the first time seeing you awake. His shoulders dropped, his chest relaxed and all the tension in his face melted away.

He sat by your side gently, letting you finish the juice. Madam Pomfrey spoke up again, "Now, young lady, do you want to explain that nasty little fainting spell?" She said, her eyebrows raised as she scrutinised you.

"Uhh, well - I was - uh - walking down to Hagrid's hut, and - uh - my ears started ringing, and I think I fell." You said, your voice hoarse from disuse.

"And it has nothing to do with the fact that you are underweight?" Madam Pomfrey pressed.

"I've just been nauseous the last few days." You lied quickly, slightly recoiling under her heavy words, "I think it's stress but it might be a bug. I remember Pandora complaining about her stomach the night before she went home."

Madam Pomfrey seemed convinced. Regulus less so. As soon as Madam Pomfrey left, he turned to you.

"You lied." You shifted nervously under his intense gaze.

"I didn't. I have been nauseous all week."

"If you were nauseous, why were you on a run?"

"I thought the fresh air might help."

"Fresh air in the Forbidden Forest? Bullshit." Your heart dropped. He'd followed you there.

"Why did you follow me?"

"Why were you there alone? If I hadn't followed you and you'd fainted, you would have been dead by the time anyone found you."

"Oh, so I guess that means I should thank you now, should I? Oh, thank His Lordship, Mr. Black for saving my life, even thOUGH NO ONE ASKED HIM TOO!" You exclaimed, seething. You threw his hands off you and tried to push him away but he refused to budge.

"Stop being difficult," Regulus said, pulling the blankets back over your frail body.

"OH I'M BEING DIFF-"

"JUST TELL ME THE TRUTH!" He interrupted, his blue eyes blazing with fury. You could just about pick out the lingering concern that was embedded in his gaze. You saw red.

"GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! LEAVE ME ALONE!" You pushed Regulus away with every ounce of strength in your body. He fell off the chair, crashing to the ground in an undignified heap.

You watched, in horror at what you'd done, as he walked over to the door. He cast you a longing glance as he left, almost as if he was begging you, pleading you to let him in, to not shut him out. To let him help you.

You sighed. You weren't sure if you could be helped.

On Christmas Eve, Madam Pomfrey let you go back to your own bed, with the promise that you'd visit her every day so she could check up on you. Regulus hadn't visited since you told him to leave, and a small part of you was glad that he hadn't. The rest of you had missed him dearly.

You felt him walk up to you as you lounged on one of the sofas in front of the fire.

"Room for one more?" He asked hesitantly, standing in front of you. You shuffled to the edge of the sofa to give him room to sit down.

"So how are you?" He said, hands toying with his wand as he tried to avoid staring at you.

"We don't have to do this, Reg. Can we just let it go?" You sighed, hoping that you didn't have to get into this conversation right now.

"Yes, we do. Tell me, Canari, are you feeling better?"

"I'm fine, Reg." You both sat in awkward silence, not exactly knowing how to approach this conversation. "I'm gonna - uh - go. Now. Uh - bye."

You stood up, trying to escape into your dorm room, but Regulus beat you to it - blocking you with his body. It wasn't fair that he was almost a whole head taller than you.

"No, what's going on? Are you sick?" Regulus insisted, hands coming up to brush your arms. You shuddered at the gentle touch, but he still didn't pull away.

“Reg-”

“Canari.” he insisted. "Don't lie to me."

You took a deep breath. "I'm sick," you whispered quietly, but loud enough for Regulus to hear it.

He shifted on his feet, “What do you mean?”

You looked at him, noting the tears building up on his lash line. Regulus never cried. More than once, Barty had joked that the 'snowman didn't have a heart'. You shook your head, "It won’t make sense."

"Then help me understand."

You took a few breaths, trying to get your thoughts in order. Regulus led you back to the couch, his large warm hands covering your cold frail ones. You tried to get your thoughts in order, tried to figure out where to start. Well, it's probably best to start at the beginning. “I don’t know what happened. I was just supposed to lose a little weight. I started eating less, doing some muggle workouts. And it worked. But now - now, now I just can't stop." you finished.

Regulus' face contorted to one of concern. You avoided his gaze, your eyes filled with tears at finally revealing your secret. Regulus pulled you into his lap, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you into his chest. You nestled into them, your head of his heart as sobs started to wrack your body. Regulus held you tightly, whispering that it would be okay. He breathed deeply and steadily, hoping you would fall into rhythm with him. 

Eventually, your heaving breaths slowed, and you began to calm down. After a few moments of silence, Bucky asked “How long has this been going on?”

"Since the summer break. But I think the problem's been going on a lot longer than that." You whispered into his chest, defeated.

Regulus took a deep breath, his mind relaying all the suspicious behaviour he'd picked up on over the past term. "Why didn’t you say anything?"

You shrugged weakly, "It wasn’t your problem."

You jostled in his lap as he turned you to face him. "Canari. Your problems are my problems. How many times do I have to tell you that I'm here? Because I want to be here. For you. I want to help, Canari. Please." You avoided his gaze because you knew what you'd find. Genuine concern. Something you weren't sure if you deserved. "You always help me or anyone else whenever we need it. Remember when Pandora had those nightmares for months and every night you'd hold her hand until she fell asleep? Or when Barty told us that he was afraid of the dark so you gave him an enchanted tea candle that would never go out? Hmm? If we were going through this, wouldn’t you want to help us?"

"Of course, I would," you said firmly, tears building up in your eyes again. You rubbed the way with the corner of your sleeve, but Regulus caught your hand.

"So why can’t you let me help you the same way?" he asked, his eyes shining with sincerity.

You shook your head lightly, "It’s not that simple, Reg."

"Why?"

"Because.”

"Because what?"

"It's just not the same," you said a little louder, pushing yourself off his lap. You had to put a distance between him and yourself, or you knew that you would break. You turned around heading in any direction that was not here, not in front of the only man capable of reducing you to tears.

"I don't get it. What’s the difference between me and you? Why can’t you-"

“Because I don’t HATE you!” you exclaimed, turning around to face him again. The pain in your eyes was evident as you tried to shrink further into yourself. Regulus was up in an instant, cradling your head in his hands as if you were a porcelain doll. You took a shuddering breath, "It’s not the same thing because I don’t hate you. I want to help you all, because you are good people, and I like you."

Tears streamed down your face as the confession spilled from your lips. You told him about everything, the loneliness, the self-loathing, the punishments, everything. Regulus stood there as you sobbed in his arms and confessed to him, taking every beating and tucking it away in the corner of his frozen heart that was reserved for you.

When you had finally settled, Regulus looked at you sadly. His gaze was heavy as if he was trying to see if there were any other secrets you were hiding. "Is that really how you feel about yourself?" he asked, saddened even more when you began nodding. "What did you do that was so wrong?"

You didn’t know. The loneliness that had plagued your childhood had melted into the insecurity that you didn't belong anywhere, and you never would. So slowly, you accepted that you never would. Your voice was weak when you spoke up again, "I'm sick, Reg. I know that. But I don't think this kind of sick can be healed by one of Madam Pomfrey's potions. People catch colds or break bones - those can be fixed. And once it's fixed, it won’t bother them again. But this," you gestured your body repeatedly, "this I don’t know if I fix. I don’t know how, I don’t know where to start. It’s me against me. It's a losing game. I’m not the kind of sick that gets better, Reg," you shrugged slightly and shook your head.

Regulus wrapped his arms around you tighter, "There's always a cure."

"Not for me."

"No. You're not giving up. YOU CAN'T FUCKING GIVE UP WHEN YOU HAVEN'T EVEN TRIED TO GET BETTER!" Regulus wasn't one to lose composure ever. In fact, Regulus wasn't one to show much emotion at all, but here he was, crying and yelling over you. Trying to convince you to get better. He tucked his chest into you, whispering, "Please. Please, you can't- you can't leave me here. Not alone, please, Canari."

You rested your face on his head, your cheek pressed against his beautiful curly hair. You stayed like that, you pulled into his lap, his head cocooned into your chest, your head laying on the top of his head. Both of you expended every last tear in your body before he spoke up again.

“Can I try to help?"

"Hmm?"

"I mean you want to get better? Right?" Regulus removed himself from your chest and looked into your eyes. His hands traveled to rest on your face. You nodded. "You can always talk to me about anything," You avoided his gaze, "you know that right?"

At the uncertain look on your face, Regulus stiffened. You quickly spoke up, "It’s not that I don’t trust you. I do, but-" You paused thinking how best to word this.

"Yes?"

"It’s just that I don’t want to disappoint you," you said, your voice trailing off as you spoke. "I don’t want to fuck up and end up hurting you because I couldn’t be better. I don’t want you to worry every bloody day. You don't deserve that." you took a deep breath and looked away again. "I don’t want you to leave because I couldn’t be strong for you."

"Is that really what you think I would do?" Regulus asked, his tone growing angrier. You cowered under his anger, and Regulus noticed. He tried to level his breathing as he continued, "I would never be disappointed with you, because you're trying your best. You said it: you're sick. And sometimes it takes time to heal. And you're healing for you, so that you can have a happy life. A long life." He paused, considering whether to add this next part, "No matter whether that life has me in it."

You leaned into him again, his arms wrapping you into a tight hug. Your life would always have Regulus in it, no matter how long, short, sick, or healthy it would end up being. Regulus made you promise to go back to Madam Pomfrey in the morning to tell her the whole truth.

"Promise you will be there the whole time?" you asked softly, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, and exhaustion washed over you.

His arms tightened around you, "I promise. As long as you promise not to give up. Even when it gets hard."

You smiled your first proper smile in what felt like an age.

"I promise."

fin.

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[brwnicons]

Hello! I was wondering if you’d be willing to keep this anonymous…could I request a Blackbeard x Male or Masculine presenting reader who is like some super feared pirate that worked with Ed for years before branching off by himself for a bit? Maybe he runs into Ed and is super flirty and sweet to everyone despite his reputation? Ed just wants to be held by reader and is like “uh yeah he’s a close friend” and Stede is like “are you dumb? Ur clearly gay for that man”. Idk LMAO I’m just starved for OFMD x reader content.

Ed x Stede x Male!Reader

☆ Hope you like it! First time writing for the gays ☆

-> Summary: You are an old friend of Edward and come back to the crew after some years. Ed and Stede realize they have fallen in love with you so, two gay messes.

-> Tags: Male Reader, Headcanons, Fluff, SFW. Izzy likes reader too [platonically]

-> Warnings: This work is intended for male/male presenting readers. Don't tag this as yaoi or fetishize mlm relationships.

Please tell me if you find any mistake

Stede and Ed had been together for a long time now, and they surely made the perfect couple. They had heard everything about their respective lifes, ans that included you in Ed's apportation.

Stede had been told by both Ed and Izzy (mostly Izzy) that you were a fierce pirate, the fiercest he had met in fact, and that it was no clever choice to mess with you. Rumours (Izzy again) said that you had the strenght of an entire army and your eyes were said to reflect hell itself.

But, when Stede and his crew met you, their expectations were quickly throwed off as they met the most charming and kind pirate they have ever met. You joked with the crew and kindly greeted Stede the first time before shouting "Ed!" and hugging him tightly. You even gave Olivia a few pats and complimented her feathers! The whole crew was delighted with your presence.

▪︎Ed is very happy to see you again! He missed you and your work together as a team. He missed the good old days were you would terrorize the rival ships together, the good old days where you would drink whole bottles of rum along by the deck or when you would hug and sleep together on cold nights.

Yep, a completly platonic friendship. Absolutely...

▪︎Ed couldn't be happier to introduce you to Stede. At first he is very tense around you due to your reputation but as soon as he sees that you're inoffensive, he chills a bit.

▪︎Stede admires you and wants to learn about everything you did and do as a pirate! Don't forget any detail, he'll watch you closely just like an excited kid, with those brown eyes shining brightly all through.

▪︎He also melts when he sees how close you and Ed are and how cute Ed looks when he's with you. He laughs wholeheartly, he smiles sweetly and his eyes light up when you're joking. It's very different from his relationship with Jack and he can see why.

▪︎But Stede doesn't feel jealous and loves having you around! The way you cheer up the crew, your funny anecdotes and stories that manage to make smile Izzy himself and your kind eyes whenever you listen to him talk... He is so dreamy about you lately that even Ed has to pinch his arm from time to time to bring him back to reality.

▪︎The funny part here is how both of them are developing feeling towards you and, somehow, they can only notice it in the other, not themselves.

▪︎So, eventually, when Ed starts talking about you dreamily, Stede confronts him.

"My God, Ed. It's obvious that you love that man, get over it!"

"What ya' mean it's obvious I love him? It's ya' the one who is all head over heels with him since he came!"

▪︎Their both realization faces were such a masterpiece as two little "Oh..." left their mouths

▪︎Now with a little hop let's head straight to the relationship part

▪︎Ed is completely amazed by for fighting abilities. The way your face and behavior changes drastically as soon as you are face to face to your enemies... Enough to make his mouth drool. On the other hand, Stede has his heart beating loudly the moment he sees his two soulmates doing and absolute, bloody mess when you're doing a raid.

▪︎And don't let me get started when you get all flirty around them. Ed's knees turning jelly when you throw him compliments with zero shame or push behind his ear a loose hair strand, and a dark red blush creeping around Stede's face the moment you praise his clothes or behavior.

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[mochinomnoms]

i randomly saw that when looking through tumblr and thought it would be funny if one of the tweels saw that randomly when looking online. Like, why do the humans want to know about how they fuck so bad? Could have just asked.

They offer to demonstrate for you, since you're so curious~ Never mind that it's a bunch of scientists who are interested and not you. It's only fair, after all they have some knowledge about the human body, enough to get them by for school. But they're more interested in learning about the…intimate and carnal aspects of the human body, and if we're just learning about breeding, well maybe the two of you can learn the differences via a live demonstration 😊. A mutually beneficial experience, don't you think? Just relax~ and think of it as a hands-on sex ed class!

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