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hardboiledleggs · 1 year

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Tattoo Artist Eddie Munson Part 2

Part 1 Here!

I could kiss all of you consensually on the mouth, you were so nice about part 1 I cried several times. Here is the long awaited part 2, which I am considering turning into a full length fic on ao3 so if anyone wants to follow me there here it is! Sorry it is so short! This is mostly a stepping stone for my plan for part 3. As always, if anyone would like to be added to my permanent Steddie fic tag list or the tag list for this fic specifically, let me know below :)

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As a general rule, Steve considers himself a confident person. Unfortunately, there’s something about Eddie Munson that reduces him to a nervous, sweaty wreck with decidedly NOT perfect hair. Every time he pulls the now well-worn scrap of paper with Eddie’s number from his pocket, his heart rate jumps to an unhealthy level, and he stuffs it away. This has, of course, royally pissed off Robin Buckley.

“I mean, Jesus Christ, Steve. What is the point of getting a cute guy’s number if you aren’t even going to use it? I think I would have called him more than you have by now, and he doesn’t even have boobies!”

Steve crosses his arms and lets out a disgruntled huff. “Look, I told him some seriously personal stuff, okay? I doubt he even wants me to call him.”

Robin shoots him a deadly glare as she restocks the chocolate chunk ice cream, her stern look tempered slightly by her ridiculous sailor outfit. Scoops Ahoy is an okay place to work, all things considered, but Steve has considered reporting the ice cream shop to the Better Business Bureau for the uniforms alone.

“Why the hell would he give you his number, then? Please don’t be a dingus,” she snorts as she wipes an arm across her sweaty forehead.

“He probably felt bad for me, okay? Seriously. If I had told you that story, you wouldn’t be like ‘Wow, can’t wait to jump his bones!’ You’d think I was a pathetic dude with daddy issues,” Steve groans, flopping forward against the counter. His track record with guys had been, so far, awful. It was hard enough to be a bisexual man in the 80s, let alone in a small town in Indiana. One wrong move, the wrong word, and he could be arrested or worse. It didn’t give a guy a whole lot of confidence.

“For the record, I wouldn’t have wanted to jump your bones regardless, but whatever,” Robin says dryly. Her eyes are soft as she catches his arm. “Just don’t let yourself lose out on something nice ‘cause you’re scared, okay?”

Steve doesn’t look at her as he tugs out of her grip and starts organizing the spoons.

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Eddie Munson has always hated places like the Starcourt Mall. There are always way too many people, too much erroneous noise, and the workers start to follow you around the store if you start touching everything that looks like it might be soft. However, even he cannot deny the hypnotic pull of a brand-new Tower Records shop.

Weaving in between soccer moms and bubblegum-chewing teenage girls, he skids around a corner and gazes above the heads of the crowd, trying to spot the Tower Records logo amongst the perms. Nothing catches his eye except a blue and red neon sign flashing ‘Scoops Ahoy Ice Cream Parlor’ across the mall. Figuring there were worse places to take a break and get directions, Eddie shrugs and fights his way through the crowd and steps into the nautical ice cream parlor.

The man at the counter has his back to Eddie, but upon hearing Eddie’s boots squeak on the linoleum he turns and begins to recite sullenly, as if from a drilling manual; “Ahoy, are you ready to set off into an ocean of flavor with me as your capt-“

Steve snaps his mouth shut when he makes eye contact with Eddie. In comparison, Eddie’s mouth is gaping like a beached trout, and he doesn’t seem to have the capacity to shut it, because Steve, “tattoo boy who he had moaned and whined about to Argyle for literal hours” Steve, is standing right in front of him in tiny shorts and a sailor’s hat and is that lip gloss?

His face is on fire, smoke might be coming out of his ears, but he can’t bring himself to look away from the shorts. Apparently, the Scoops Ahoy motto was “Serve ice cream and invade Eddie Munson’s wet dreams for at least a month!” Eddie shifts his weight from foot to foot, his discomfort growing as the silence stretches longer. It had been days since they’d met, and Steve hadn’t called once. Wayne had gotten so sick of him asking if he had any messages that he’d threatened to tear the phone out of the wall.

“Well, hiya Stevie. How’d that ink turn out? Thought I might get to hear about it after you left, but I think my phone might be busted? That, or my uncle is lying to me about not getting any messages.” There. False bravado. The tried and true method of any queer man about to get rejected by an obscenely handsome ice cream salesman.

“I’m sorry,” Steve blurts. His hands twitch, as though he wanted to reach across the grimy counter but thought better of it at the last second. “I didn’t know how to call you and… so I didn’t.”

His face is ashen, full lips parted as he breathes. Eddie thinks he might never see a more beautiful thing in his life, but he takes a step back, a false grin stretching his lips into a practiced and careful expression.

“Hey, man, no big deal. I misread things. It happens! You were darling, and I am well-known for my sweet tooth.” He smiles a real smile this time and holds out his hand to shake. “No hard feelings as long as you can point me in the direction of the new record store?”

Steve stares at his ring-clad fingers for too long before he turns and starts to wrestle with the junky cash register on the counter. Something snaps as he yanks it open and fumbles for the receipt paper, tearing off a sheet and beginning to scribble furiously. Eddie is just thinking to himself that this guy must think he’s too stupid to remember one or two sentences of directions when the paper is shoved into his outstretched hand. Steve has scrawled his full name and number in thin, slanted handwriting.

A bubble of hope rises in Eddie’s chest as he stares at the piece of paper in his hand. This isn’t platonic with a capital P. Or at least if it is, the universe is mean and should reevaluate how it operates.

“This way you can call me, because I’m a total chickenshit and am definitely terrified of you,” Steve declares as he gnaws on his bottom lip. “Or if I fucked it up that’s whatever and I get it. The record store is like 15 stores down to the right.” He looks like a puppy someone had kicked and left out in the rain.

“When is your shift over? Or rather, when will you be home and sitting by the phone?” Eddie asks in a breathless rush.

Steve’s face brightens with a shy but triumphant smile. “I’m off at 7, home by 7:15!”

“7:30, loverboy. I need a ride.” The pane of frosted glass behind Steve slides open, revealing a pretty girl in a similar uniform to her coworker, although her outfit isn’t having quite the same effect on Eddie as Steve’s is. Grinning like a hyena, she pulls a whiteboard out from behind her and uncaps a marker, putting a single tally in a column labeled “You Rule” that has thus far remained empty. Steve tosses a waffle cone at her head, which she ducks, before sliding the panel shut once more.

“7:30 then. Got it. Expect my call, big boy,” Eddie bows theatrically. He steps backward, attempting a suave exit, and spins around before he can say anything else horrific and embarrassing like “Need a skipper for your next voyage?”

As he is hurrying out of the shop, he hears a crash and a shout of “Buckley, you are so dead!” Eddie grins and stares down at the phone number in his hand, trip to the record store completely forgotten. Steve Harrington had no idea what he was signing up for.

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tw1l1te · 2 months

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The Final Promise₊˚✩⊹

Chapter 8

Linked Universe x reader

Warnings: depression, angst, mentions of mental health, some fluff

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Sky tucks you in, placing another small cushion under your head to take a bit of pressure from your back, but it doesn’t relieve much pain.

“Need anything?” he asks, cradling your hands in his, so gently as if he was scared of hurting you more. You shake your head.

“Stay?” you ask.

He nods, a small smile on his face. He makes his way to the other side of the bed, slipping off his boots that he put on earlier. He wasn’t exactly dressed for the day when he experienced all of the commotion, so he was already in his sleeping tunic and pants.

Slipping under the covers, he faces you, examining your features for any possible open wounds or signs of discomfort.

“I can hear you panicking over me, Sky. I’m fine. Sore, but fine.” you say, glancing at him.

“Sorry.”

“You’re all good. Just don’t want you to be in even more stress, hell knows we don’t need more of it.”

You were both silent for a while. The only sounds being the occasional grunt from you or shuffling in the covers.

“What’s home like for you?” Sky asks.

Well that came out of the blue.

“What do you mean? Like in general or my life?”

He props himself up on his elbow, like Twilight did last night, but you shoo the the thought away quickly, not wanting to think about making out with your traveling partner.

“I guess more so your life. What’s it like, at least most recently?”

You think for a moment.

“Well, I go to school, college as they call it. I live in an apartment with my roommate with a dog and a cat, god knows how they even stand each other. I work at a bakery when I’m not in school, which is ran by my aunt. She’s kind of the only family I have, other than my pets, I guess.”

You smile before continuing, “Its nice back home, I miss it. Despite my past… i’m doing pretty ok right now. I hope to introduce you guys to my life someday, if its possible.”

Sky smiles at that, “That’d be nice. I’d love to meet your aunt, she sounds kind.”

Another beat of silence.

“What about your parents?”

Sky notices your wince at the question, “Sorr-”

“It’s fine. They’re not around anymore. Weren’t the best towards me. That’s all.” you mumble, wanting to change the subject.

He nods, but something is off about his demeanor. He seems… upset.

“Sky, hey, they’re not around anymore, they haven’t been since I was 15. It’s long in the past.”

He grasps your hands tighter, “But the fact that they treated you terribly, regardless of how long ago, is still horrible. You… didn’t deserve that. I wish I knew, so I could-”

“There’s literally no way you could’ve known, you could only barely hear me when I only played the game, much less hear me outside of it. Stop blaming yourself Sky, you carry so many burdens with you that shouldn’t be there in the first place.” your voice stern, but not because you were upset with him.

“It’s hard not to. I mean, I caused the curse to begin in the first place, consequently placing the burden on everyone else. In a way, it… is my fault.”

“You were young, Sky. You didn’t know, or ask for it. You can blame yourself as much as you want, but I saw what happened, and it wasn’t your fault.”

You both stayed silent for a while, processing.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me for telling the truth, Link.”

When evening rolls around the others wonder where Sky is, prompting a few of the members to come upstairs, anticipating the worst.

They find you asleep on Sky’s chest, hands grasping each other.

“Ok, what animal do you think you’d be? I’d be a big ass shark!” Wind exclaims.

“Language.” Wind just rolls his eyes.

“I think I’d be a fox: sly and cunning.” Wars states.

“More like flirty and you hiss.” Twilight mumbles, earning a choked giggle from you.

“Says you! You’d probably be a mountain goat!” he exclaims, hand on his chest dramatically.

“You’re actually not far off, an Ordonian goat.” he says, smiling.

“Oh, shut up, cowboy.”

“Hmmm… I think I’d be a swallow or maybe a sparrow.” Sky mumbles, deep in thought.

“Suits you, birdbrain.” Legend says, sarcasm lacing his tone, Sky just shoots him a bored stare.

You roll your eyes, turning to Time, “How ‘bout you, Old man? Any ideas?”

He sighs, “Maybe a wolf, protective of family and travel in packs. Loyal and cautious.”

You raise your eyebrow at him, turning to Twilight with a smile. He shrugs back at you.

What a coincidence.

You turn to Legend with a teasing smile, “You’re definitely a rabbit. All bark, no bite.”

Legend guffaws at you, “H-How did you- why I’m offended Y/n! Really supportive of you, Mouse.”

You just laugh loudly, but it quickly follows with a sharp pain from your back, causing you to hiss with pain. The group around you gets silent, anticipating.

“Ah, ouch! Fucking ow- guys I’m fine, just laughed a bit too hard. Anyways, Wild? How about you?” you ask.

His expression still worried, he hesitates before answering “I-uh, I don’t really know. Never really thought about it.”

Hyrule pipes up, “I don’t know about you guys, but I feel like I’d be a goat. Not Ordonian, maybe more like the ones we saw in Hateno Village.”

Hums of agreement go around the group.

“Personally, I’m with Sky on the Sparrow. Probably because I’m part Minish.” Four says, crossing his arms while leaning back. He looks at you, “And, Y/n? What about you?”

All eyes were on you, anticipating your answer.

Just as you were about to answer, Legend beats you to it “Easy, a mouse. Ain’t that right, Mousey?”

You squeak in surprise, face bright red.

Legend just hums in satisfaction, leaning against the wall, “Told you, a squeaker.”

You just look at him, eyes wide. He just gazes at you, eyeing you like a predator.

The silence was unbearable. If you weren’t covered in wounds and bruises, you would’ve sprinted out of the room. The awkwardness tension was suffocating.

“Are you guys done drooling?” Four asked.

The next minute all you can hear was yells directed at Four and Wind dying of laughter on the floor.

The next couple days were agonizingly slow. All you did was lay in bed, change your bandages, or talk to the group and occasionally Malon. You felt so guilty for everything that had transpired the past few days for her, apologizing profusely every moment you were with her. She didn’t want to hear any of it.

By the end of the fourth day, you were finally able to stand up and walk downstairs, granted you were leaning on Wars the entire way down, almost falling face first halfway down.

“Look! Mouse is up!” Wind exclaimed, running to you and hugging your unoccupied arm to not put pressure onto your back.

“Seems like I have a new nickname, huh?” you chuckled, ruffling his sandy hair.

“How are you faring, Y/n?” Time asked, arms propped on the dining table. He looked tired.

You gave him a small smile, “Better, still really sore, but couldn’t be in that bed any longer, my ass was deflating.”

Legend coughs, “Can’t be flatter than Cap’s.” earning him a smack on the head from Sky.

You rolled your eyes for the millionth time, “Anyways… How has everyone been lately? I know things have been pretty shaken up around here the past few days.”

“Before ya go on apologizin’ and all, don’t. We don’t know who did that to you or if not someone, what did that to you.” Twilight said, voice stern.

You nodded, accepting his statement.

“But besides that, we’ve been alright. Mostly doin’ work around the ranch for Malon. She’s out in Castle Town right now.”

Time stands up from the chair, looking at you “Which is why now is a good time to talk about our next steps.”

Everyone sits down around the table, Wars helping you sit down without hitting your back in the process.

“We’ve been here for a little under a week and so far there’s been no news or updates on either the Shadow’s army or Y/n’s passageway home. Although the serenity for once is nice, it feels too serene. Too ideal. I want to say something is going on behind the scenes, but I don’t have any proof to show for that.”

Wars nods along before joining in, “I too have felt that way. It’s unlike for the Shadow to leave us like this for almost a week. It feels too convenient for us, especially since Y/n’s incident. Do you think he hurt Y/n to distract us?”

Time thought for a moment, eyes focused on the vase on the table.

“No. No, I don’t think it was to distract us, or not in the way you’re thinking. From what I’ve noticed from our battles with him, he needs to regenerate health over time to get back to his full potential again. He isn’t invincible, but he seems like it when we encounter him because he’s had time to heal.”

Legend sits up.

“So why don’t we ever track him down whenever he’s healing and finish him off? We could’ve been done with this bullshit so much sooner!!”

Four shoots him a look, Legend just quietly seethes in his chair.

“Pardon my language, but it’s practically impossible to track that fucker down. From what we’ve seen with the portals, he disappears through them, and we don’t have a way of summoning portals or knowing when or where they went.”

You nod along, things were starting to click together.

“All I’m gonna say is that the Shadow is definitely not who I encountered in my vision, dream, or whatever the fuck it was. I thought that’s who it was, but…. It’s very unlikely that it’s him.”

Time looks around the group, “Right, well, there’s not much we can do right now. My guess is that a portal may show up somewhere around here in the next few days to a week, so we should always be ready to leave. You never know when it’ll open back up, even in the middle of the night.”

You groan, “Why do I have a feeling that’s what’s gonna happen.”

You look at Twilight, “Twi if we have to leave at two in the morning, you’re carrying me.”

He raises an amused eyebrow at you, “Is tha’ right? You the boss all of a sudden?”

You smirk. “I’m the only woman in the group, so yeah. Plus… you wouldn’t wanna upset me during shark week, would ya?”

Twilight’s smile dropped, ears flushed. Everyone just stares at you, wide-eyed.

Wind high-fives you. You had them wrapped right around your finger.

The chain and you were currently sitting on the couch and floor, just talking and laughing over jokes while Wild and Sky cooked in the kitchen. You sat in the corner of the couch, a pillow propped up behind your back and a blanket wrapped around your form. You were half listening to the boys’ conversation when the topic of birthdays came up.

“When’s your birthday, Y/n?” You snap back into the conversation.

“God, I haven't thought about my birthday in ages! I have probably missed one since being here. My birthday is in the late winter, though our idea of seasons and months are different from Hyrule's, so I can’t pinpoint the day,” you smile sadly.

“So you’re… 19? 20?” Hyrule asks, counting in his head.

“I think I’m 19 right now, but I’ll be 20 soon.”

Wind jumps up, “We’ve gotta celebrate! Birthdays are like the best time of year! Other than the Winter and Summer festivals.”

You look at Time, “Yeah, maybe when things settle down a bit. To be honest I don’t even know what to do or how to celebrate my birthday here.”

“We could always celebrate it during one of the upcoming festivals. It'll be easier to plan and there’s plenty to do.” Time offers, looking around for responses. Everyone agrees, already discussing what they think would be fun for you.

“Dinner’s ready!” Wild shouts out, ending the conversation and starting a new one. Twilight holds your arm to walk you to the table, your legs still shaky from the lack of physical activity the past few days. He sits you first, then slides into the chair to the right of you. You feel his hand slide into yours, giving it a small squeeze.

Legend follows you up, arm under your armpit in case you lose your balance. It was his turn for watch over you, the routine being almost natural at this point.

“Easy, Mouse. We don’t want you opening up those wounds again.” he mumbles, checking over your back. Satisfied with the lack of blood, you both continue back to your room, him shutting the door behind him. It must have been past midnight, as you could feel your tiredness approaching you.

You climb into bed, too lazy to change into comfier clothes, as that could risk reopening the stitches again. Wincing, it takes you a few minutes to find a painless position, as you can’t fully lay on your back.

Once you’ve settled, you notice Legend is still standing by the door, watching you.

“You… do know you can sleep with me right? You don’t have to stand there watching me.”

He seems to snap out of it, shaking his head slightly.

“Right, uh, sure. Need anything before I turn the lights out?”

You shake your head, patting the empty space beside you.

He sits on top of the covers, fully clad in his tunic and robes, even in his pegasus boots. He was staring at the wall across from you both, seemingly deep in thought.

“Rupee for your thoughts?” you ask, it has taken you a while to switch up the terminology from “penny” to “Rupee”. The first time you said the phrase, it took a lot of explaining on your part.

Legend seems to take a breath to speak, but instead stays quiet. Almost as if someone told him to not talk.

You inch toward his hand with yours, lightly holding it. It was ice cold.

“You do know I’m here for you, right? Whatever it is, I’m here for you Leg.” you murmur, not wanting to trigger anything for him.

“Forget it, I’m fine. Just rest, Y/n.” he rasps, eyes still not meeting yours. This was unlike him. You’d like to think you’ve both grown to trust each other over the past year or so, so you weren’t sure as to why he’s being close off and snarky about it.

“Leg, are you sure-” “Leave it, Y/n.” he grunts, his entire body goes tense, you pulling your hand back towards yourself. You could feel your eyes burn, so you lay down and lie on your side, facing away from him. Your tears silently spilled from your waterline until you fell asleep.

The next time you were woken up, Wild was shaking you by your arm, “Y/n wake up. Portal at the edge of the farm. Start getting ready and someone will be up in a few to help you pack up.”

He quickly jogged out, leaving the door open. You could hear Malon talking to someone. When’d she get back?

Eyes bleary, you noticed that the spot where Legend was sitting was empty, covers not even pulled down. Seems like he left the first chance he’d gotten.

Wincing a bit, you hobble out of bed, heading over to where your pack lay on the dresser. You managed to pull on your tunic over your long sleeve shirt. Your pants were on just as Wars came into the room, looking disheveled for the first time in your time with them.

“Make sure you put your harness on, we might be dropped into battle.” he rambles, eyes flicking over the room, making sure you didn’t leave anything.

You were too tired to talk, silently tying your pack up and slinging it over your shoulder. Wars helped you adjust the chest harness, being careful to not squeeze your back too much.

“Ready?” you nod, “Alright, let's start heading out, it’s almost dawn.”

“Wars? Are you ok?” he seemed off, he was always composed, strictly business you once joked. But now was no laughing matter. You were worried for him. All of them.

He just smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Just tired, Y/n.”

He rarely used your name except if he was being serious or if he was worried.

Before you could keep pestering him, he pulled you along the hallway and down the stairs, helping you down the stairs like he usually did. Everyone was already awake, packing last minute and putting on clothes and armor.

Twilight looks up from his boots, fastening the buckles around the calf.

“There ya are, was worried ya were still asleep. All ready?” he walks up to you, placing his hands on your shoulders. You nod, yawning. He chuckled, giving you a small kiss on the crown of your forehead, “Don’t worry, pumpkin, we’ll make up for yer lost sleeping hours as soon as we can, ok?” You were too tired to react to the physical affection, just nodding into his chest.

You could feel Legend’s eyes on you, but you couldn’t deal with him right now. Avoidance was definitely not the best thing to do right now, but everyone was on a time limit to get to that portal.

Malon walks up to you, “Before you say anythin’, I’m gonna miss you too and stop apologizin’.” You chuckle, “You know me too well, Mal. I’m sorry we have to go so soon. I’ll miss you.” She smiles sadly. She brings you into a warm hug, mumbling into your ear “Just be safe, Y/n. I know how dangerous it is travelin’ with ‘em. I fully trust Link, I just don’t want you to be reckless and get hurt. Look after him for me?” she asks, voice slightly cracking.

“Of course Mal. Anything for you.”

“You’re too kind for this cruel world Y/n. I hope you come back soon, under better circumstances perhaps.”

“I’ll be back before you know it. Ok?”

She lets you go, talking to Time about being careful and giving him the whole talk on “don’t be too hard on them, be careful”, the usual. Once that was done, Malon waves you all off, you walking through the field towards the portal. It was dark and imposing, standing amongst the fauna and flora of Lon Lon Ranch. You walked with Twilight, firmly grasping his arm.

You both walk in, hand in hand, the others following behind you through the murky purple abyss.

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ohnococo · 4 months

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Gratitude | Chapter 3 | Kiyotaka Ijichi x F!Reader

Ijichi puts on a little show for you after admitting he's especially sensitive in some areas.

Warnings: Light dom/sub dynamics, nipple stimulation, cumming untouched, mutual masturbation, fingering, cunnilingus, cumshot, cum licking, praise kink

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

You always make sure to give Ijichi your undivided attention when he speaks: your eyes on his, nodding along, asking questions or giving feedback. When you’d started working with him the very first thing you’d noticed was how he came out of his shell when you were so focused on his words. It had surprised you at first, with his timid nature and tendency to let his nerves get to him you’d expected him to stammer his way through any conversations with you. You’d found that, barring instances where you were actively scrambling his brain with praise, he did generally seem at ease under your attentive gaze. It was nice to see, especially when he was talking about things he was passionate about.

Despite your efforts to let him know that he was always worth listening to, giving him your full attention had been exceedingly difficult ever since that night. Even now as you sat together after a meal he had so sweetly cooked for you, chatting away about a hike he was planning for once the snow cleared, you were struggling. You just couldn’t watch his lips move without thinking of him in the shower, whining and panting. You couldn’t watch his brows raise as he details the new boots he planned to treat himself to with this year’s annual bonus without thinking of how they knit together when he was so, so close. You certainly couldn’t take in that you were agreeing to go with him despite having no clue if you would even get a break from Yaga after the new year. Not when you kept looking at Ijichi and replaying the memory of him cumming without even the slightest touch to his cock.

It was incredibly hot, and it had ruled your thoughts almost every waking moment since then. His cum coating your leg, those desperate whiny breaths like his body was completely out of his control, the look on his face as his eyes rolled back and his cock pushed out spurt after spurt of cum, throbbing as it did.

“Ijichi, have you ever cum without touching your cock like that before?” You aren’t even sure the conversation had lulled enough for you to switch directions like this, but you supposed there was no real appropriate segue into it.

“Oh God…” You notice the slight tremble in his hands immediately. He definitely didn’t want you to bring it up, in fact he wanted you to forget about it entirely, but you simply can’t let him go on thinking it was anything other than the hottest thing you’d seen him do yet.

“No no,” you’d told him how much you liked it afterwards, but you were going to reiterate it again and again until he understood just how crazy it made you, “I loved it, Ijichi, I really did. It was so sexy.”

“Thank you, but…” you could tell at the time he didn’t fully believe you, but the post orgasm haze had obviously taken precedence in his mind enough to keep his body from closing in on itself like it was at this moment as you brought it back to his attention, “I know it’s silly.”

“Silly? You came just from touching me. All for me. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

He thinks on your words, turning them over in his mind, unsure of how you could feel that way about something that had made him feel so embarrassed. “Really? You mean that?”

You take his hands in yours, “Yes, it was incredible.” His shy little smile lets you know that he might be starting to believe you, so you ask your previous question again.

“Have you cum untouched like that before?” That apprehension returns, so you give him a small taste of the stern tone you were learning was so effective with him. “Be honest.”

“Well, actually, I…” He looks down, then to the side, then basically everywhere in the room but at you before continuing, “I have very sensitive nipples, so… I can cum from just touching them. Sometimes.”

And here he was, blowing your mind all over again, and doing it so casually as if he weren’t giving you information that had your panties absolutely soaked.

“Can I watch?”

His eyes look back to yours, wide with shock, “You want to see me do that?”

“There’s nothing I’d want more, Kiyotaka.”

Ijichi is so enamoured with the sight of you lying back comfortably on your pile of pillows, naked atop your bed, that he seems to completely forget the task at hand. It isn’t inherently uncomfortable, the way he was equally undressed, kneeling on the bed in front of you, but he was going to put on a show for you, so to speak, once he manages to finish staring at your body dreamily. You’re ready to begin though, so you start first to show him just how much even the thought of what he was about to do got you excited. You spread your legs, resting them on either side of him. You part your lips and slide a finger through your folds, gathering enough wetness to show him how you were glistening all for him in the dim lighting of your room. His cock jumps with interest as he swallows hard at the way you present yourself to him.

“Look how wet I am already, you’ve been driving me crazy for days.”

“I have?”

“Yes, you’re so cute, I can’t stop touching myself whenever I think about it…” you drive the point home, sliding your fingers through your wetness, teasing yourself until Ijichi found the courage to show you what he could do.

“And when your cock throbbed like that while you came?” You finally brush past your clit, hissing out a long sigh at finally giving some attention to the swollen bud after he’d been on your mind all day. “I could see it much better without my hand in the way. Will you show me again? Please?”

“If it makes you happy, of course.” He looks so earnest saying it that it has your pussy clenching, so you slide a finger in and watch his cock throb as he watches you slowly finger fuck yourself.

He takes it slow, and you’re happy to see how lovingly Ijichi touches himself as he runs his hands over his abdomen and hips, sliding them around but not too near his cock. He settles one hand on his stomach as the other moves up and across his chest, and when he moves nearer to his nipples the bead of precum forming at his tip threatens to spill. He circles his hand closer and closer to his nipples, giving equal attention to each pec, letting out little gasps and hums as he does.

By the time he’s nearly finally touching his nipples he’s red from the chest up, the new hue somehow making the beauty marks across his shoulders more pronounced, and you pull your fingers out of yourself, spreading your pussy wide so he can watch your hole clench in anticipation. It has him letting out a soft whine, punctuated by a much much louder one when his fingers finally brush past his nipple. His hips buck and his patience is spent as he brings his other hand up to attend to the other nipple as well.

You’re fast on your clit, desperately trying to catch up with him as he goes from nothing to everything all at once. He flicks his fingers over his nipples, moaning, whining, thrusting up and into nothing as he twitches and pants harder and harder with each passing second. Taking his appearance in, you’re right there along with him, he’s just too perfectly pathetic for you not to be with his mouth hanging open, drool trickling down his chin, glassy eyes focused on your pussy, and hips moving of their own accord with absolutely no discernible rhythm.

“You’re gorgeous, Kiyotaka,” he moans in response to your words and his cock throbs so hard it bounces, “you’re perfect.”

He’s trying to say your name, trying to thank you, trying to ask for more praise, but is completely unable to do anything but whine and swipe furiously against his aching nipples, chasing a high that threatens to undo him at any moment.

“My perfect sweet boy with your pretty moans and even prettier cock.”

His eyes roll back and he tries his hardest to snap out of it to stay focused on the sight of you sprawled out and working your pussy over to the sight of him, and to more importantly stay focused on your every word. You see him struggling, you’ve been able to see how he’s been struggling from soon after his hands were on his chest, but he’s trying his hardest to be good for you. To wait for your word since he hadn't that night before. You want to reward him for even taking the initiative to wait for your permission, but you’re not quite there yet and need him to wait just that little bit longer.

You can see his thighs and stomach flexing, followed by his panicked groans as it takes everything in him to hold out from the blinding feel of his sensitive nipples being abused just for you, and it’s that desperate frustrated incoherent whimper that finally sends you over the edge and allows you to pull him along with you.

“Cum with me-” The words are barely out before he’s whining and spilling, and as the pressure releases within you you try to keep your eyes on his throbbing cock, even as it shoots rope after rope of thick cum down and onto your stomach and pussy, even as your tight circles on your clit rub it right in while you cum at the sight of him.

He collapses forward, just catching himself as he throws his arms out on either side of you, on all fours as he trembles and pants through the last of his cum spurting lazily out. His head dips low as he catches his breath, the ends of his hair tickling at your chest, and you run your fingers through his hair.

“That was amazing. You did so, so good.”

He lifts his head and looks as though he could cry, and you pull him in for a kiss.

“Thank you.”

“I didn’t even do anything, that was all you, Kiyotaka.”

He takes your hand, kissing at your knuckles, before pulling back and licking his lips as he recognizes the saltiness upon them. He sits up, looking down at you and taking in the results of what he’d done. “I just keep making a mess, don’t I?”

“I love it.”

He smiles warmly, “Well, now I just have to clean you up again.” He brings your fingers to his mouth, averting his gaze as he slides his tongue over them. When he sucks two fingers in deep, cleaning himself off of you, you have to praise his initiative.

“Good boy.”

He moans around your fingers and you push them further into his mouth, smiling as he takes them happily even as you wiggle your fingertips at the back of his tongue til he’s threatening to gag.

You don’t let it get that far though, pulling your hand away and he whimpers as you interrupt his self-imposed task. Instead you run your hand over your pussy, calling his attention to the cum glistening along it, nearly indiscernible from your own mess now. “Go on, clean me up.”

Within a second, he’s in position on his stomach, propped up on his elbows and dipping his face between your thighs. He seems so confident, desperate even, and it makes your heart swell as he laps at your stomach, then your thighs, before finally turning his attention to your pussy. He’s moaning all the while, licking and sucking his cum off of you and when he takes his thumbs and gingerly spreads you he can’t stop himself from humping the bed beneath him as he finally tastes you properly. He licks fat stripes from your entrance and all the way up, smacking his lips and savouring you for just a moment before diving back in. With the attention coming so soon after your orgasm, you twitch lightly each time, but are sure to pet his hair gingerly and let out sated little coos and sighs until you push past the intensity of his work and right back into pleasure.

Once the heat begins to build in your stomach you praise him properly, moaning and giving him a single request. “Make me cum, okay? I know you can.”

Uncertainty had flashed through his eyes for just a moment, but once you said those four words, ’I know you can,’ his resolve is strengthened. He buries his face between your legs, knocking his glasses into your mound, and quickly pulls them off, tossing them haphazardly aside on your bed before he’s back to work. He’s sucking, licking, kissing your pussy and it’s all so desperate and sloppy as his drooling mouth really only makes you much messier than you’d started out, but his enthusiasm alone has you arching into him. When he sucks your clit between his puckered lips, lapping at it as he does, it hurls you close to the edge in an instant.

“Yes, so good…”

He repeats the action with a steady pace, and when he brings two fingers up to press inside of you the moan he lets out at feeling your silky warmth sends vibrations through your swollen clit. Each time you sigh and groan and clench he moans again and only gets more frenzied with his movements, desperate to make you cum just as you’d requested. He’s mapped out what you want from his fingers perfectly, studious as he is, and with the addition of his tongue you’re ready to cum in no time. You let him know you’re close, running your fingers through his hair and rocking your hips into the movements of his fingers. The last straw is the vibrations from his long whine, and as you’re cumming you know he is as well, just from the feel of your sheets and the taste of your creaming pussy as you clench around his fingers through your orgasm.

Your comedown is assisted by his slow, soft licks, first to your pussy, then your thighs when you twitch in sensitive discomfort. He tastes every bit of you he can while the opportunity is there until he’s satisfied with knowing he’d done his job. Sighing happily, he rests his head against your thigh, and the way he looks up at you is just a pure love drunk haze.

It leaves you even more breathless than your orgasm, but you find the words he’s earned. “Good boy…”

His blush can’t get any deeper, but he presses his warm face to your thigh and sighs happily again. He’s just too cute, and you have to kiss him so you open your arms, gesturing for him to come up to you. He does and you press a kiss to his forehead.

“Good boy.”

Then a kiss to both cheeks.

“Good boy.”

Then a kiss, tenderly, to his still smiling lips.

“Good boy.”

He can only drink in all of your loving praise.

CHAPTER 4

#my writing #jjk fanfic #jjk smut #ijichi #ijichi kiyotaka #kiyotaka ijichi #ijichi x reader #kiyotaka ijichi x reader #minors blocked on sight

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vodika-vibes · 4 months

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A Little Miracle

Summary: After the Republic is reformed into an Empire, you are stuck working with the same men, under the same Commander, you worked for while in the GAR. Unfortunately, Bacara doesn't seem to remember that he loves you. And it's becoming too hard to handle.

Pairing: Commander Bacara x F!Reader

Word Count: 2079

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So I was looking at all of my requests, and just, none of the characters I had requests for were speaking to me, and smut just wasn't coming out of my brain today for some reason. So have this instead, a project I've been working on for over a week!

“Commander,” You try not to quail under the stern gaze of the man standing in front of you, “I respectfully disagree. This is a horrible idea, actually.”

The former member of the GAR, and currently Commander of the Imperial Army, pins you with a glare that would have made a lesser person run away screaming. And honestly, the only reason you aren’t running is because you’re right and you know it.

“You have a better idea, Corporal?” Commander Bacara asks, his voice low and gravely, and you can’t help but wonder when the last time he spoke was.

“I do, sir.” You say, “Sir, it’s Life Day.”

His gaze is cold, “And why should I care about a natborn holiday?”

“Because, sir, it means that no one will pay attention to a small group of people sneaking onto the planet.” You say, “And…and, sir, it’s everyone’s holiday, not just a natborn one.”

Some of the ice thaws from Bacara’s gaze, though it quickly returns, “And what’s your suggestion?”

“Send me and one other person.” You say quickly, “We get in, meet the contact, and get out without starting an incident.”

He pins you in place with a severe look, “I suppose that might be a good idea,” He says grudgingly, “Do you have a suggestion as to which of my brothers you go with?” There’s something acidic in Bacara’s voice, and you flounder slightly, because you’re not sure what you did to earn his ire this time.

“I…my understanding is that you would choose the best man for the job.” You offer, hesitantly.

His scowl deepens, “I assume that you’re not going to go wearing armor?”

“No, of course not, sir! I’ll be wearing regular clothes.”

Bacara stares at you, hard, for a moment. And then he nods, “Wait in the hanger, I’ll have someone meet you.”

“Yes sir.” You salute and then turn and hurry out of the room. Hopefully it’ll be someone you can actually work with.

Once upon you were a soldier in the GAR. Once upon a time you were tasked with protecting the Republic.

That felt like almost a lifetime ago.

And while you’re not happy with the Empire, you didn’t sign up for this, you’re stuck. You can no more leave the Imperial Army than you can keep the sun from rising.

At least you still work with Bacara. Well. Under Bacara.

But he’s not the same man he was before the Empire took over. He’s colder, and he looks at you like he doesn’t recognize you.

You miss the man he used to be. The man who would tug you into his quarters and steal your breath with deep kisses. The man who would murmur jokes in your ear when no one is paying attention.

The man who would hum your favorite song to settle you when things were too much to handle.

You missed the man you fell in love with.

And you’re beginning to fear that you’re never going to see him again.

You slip into your quarters, somehow you don’t have to share with anyone, and you pull the pretty dress your mother sent you out of the closet. It looks out of place, mixed with the stark white of your military uniform, but you’re glad you have it.

You hurriedly pull the dress on, as well as some tights and your heels, and you pull your hair out of your regulation bun, allowing your hair to tumble around your shoulders, and then you hurry to the hanger.

The halls are empty…as is the hanger.

It’s nice, if not a little eerie.

If you close your eyes you can almost hear General Mundi walking over to you to discuss a novel that he read recently, or you can hear the shinies joking about which one of them was going to be the first one to get your number.

You release a shaky breath, ignoring the ache in your chest with the ease of long practice when you hear footsteps behind you.

And you start in surprise when you see Bacara standing there in civilian clothes. He pauses when he sees you, and you mentally prepare yourself for the insult that is inevitably coming your way.

But instead he winces and touches the side of his head, “You look…nice.”

You blink at him, “Thank you, Commander. So do you.” He looks more like Bacara than he has since Master Mundi’s death. “Um…are you ready to go?”

“You can’t call me Commander if we’re going undercover.” He says flatly.

You wince, “Yes. I know.” Except the last time you called him by his name, he verbally tore you a new one, and you’re still reeling from the hurt of that. “Bacara, then.”

He nods once, slowly, and motions for you to take the lead. Which you do, without much of a second though.

True to your predictions, there are a lot of people out and about. But no one is giving either of you a second look.

Bacara’s hand is warm on the small of your back, the heat sending jolts of electricity up your spine. It’s been ages since you’ve been this close to him. But it became necessary after a group of tourists pushed themselves between you and Bacara.

“There are more people than I would like,” Bacara grumbles in your ear.

“Relax,” You reply, “They’re just existing, no one is even giving us a second look.”

His hand slides to your hip when another group of tourists threatens to push between you, and it sits there comfortably, as though that’s where it belongs. “I know. The contact is at this party, right?”

“That’s what the intel says.” You agree.

“Great. Come on, the party is this way.” Bacara guides you through the crowded street, until you reach the open air party that this planet is known for. It’s loud and thrumming with an excited energy that you don’t think you can match…not this year at least.

Once upon a time you would have loved being here with Bacara. You would have tugged him onto the dance floor and spun around with him until he was flashing that secretive little smile at you, and you were giggling and breathless-

But that Bacara doesn’t exist anymore.

You tear your gaze off of a young woman and her beau, feeling your heart break as you watch them spin around on the dance floor, lost in each other. You swallow the bitterness and the tears, and you cast your gaze up to the taller man standing at your shoulder, “Do you see our contact?”

Bacara slowly tears his gaze away from the dance floor as well, and he looks down at you, “No. Not yet. We might be early.”

“Ah, well…it looks like there’s a snack bar. Would you like something to drink?” You ask, “Or eat?”

“Something to eat would be nice.” He says after a moment, “I’m going to go over by the side entrance. You can find me there.”

“Right. I won’t be long.” You smile at him weakly, before you turn and head towards the table. You’re able to feel his gaze on you, and when you turn to look back at him, to see why he’s staring at you, you see that he’s rubbing his temple again.

You bite your lower lip, concerned, but turn back to the table. Luckily, no one seems too keen to bother you as you grab two wine glasses and some sandwiches.

And then you walk around the outside of the party to get back to Bacara, who is still rubbing his head. “Com-um…Bacara,” You say slowly, setting the drinks and food on a nearby table, “Are you alright?”

He glances at you, “Just a headache. I’m fine.” He grabs a glass and takes a sip, “Have you seen our contact?”

You watch him for a moment, “No. No, I haven’t. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. Just keep your eyes open.”

You settle on the stool at the table, absently shredding your sandwich as you keep your eyes on the dancefloor. The longer you watch the couples dance, the worse you feel, until you can feel the tear pricking at the corner of your eyes.

“If you want to go dance, I’m not going to stop you.” Bacara’s voice is flat.

“I’m fine.”

“You look like you’re about to cry.”

You press your lips into a thin line, “This just…isn’t how I foresaw my life going.”

“We’re lucky to have the positions we have,” Bacara’s voice is low and chiding.

You lift your chin, “Yes sir.” And then you hesitate and you turn to look at him, “You don’t…you don’t remember me at all, do you?”

Bacara stares at you silently for a moment, “Is there something to remember, corporal?”

You flinch as if he had just struck you…and honestly, his punching you likely would have hurt less, and you quickly look away, “No. I guess not.” You slide to your feet, “Excuse me.” You slip away before he can say anything. You don’t want to hear anything that he has to say.

You wander around the party, taking in the decorations and the ice sculptures, and, before you realize it, you’re standing outside the party, looking out at the crowds of people.

It would be easy, you realize suddenly. You’re dressed just like most of the other women out there. No uniform. Nothing marking you as a soldier at all.

It would be easy for you to vanish into the crowd.

You take a step towards the crowd, when a strong hand wraps around your wrist. You whip around to look up at Bacara. He looks…conflicted. And slowly, very slowly, he releases your wrist, and it falls to your side.

“I won’t stop you, if you want to leave.” He says, “You’re not made for military life-”

“...right.” You whisper. “You could come with me.” You offer.

“I am a good soldier-”

You squeeze your eyes shut, and then you spin on your heel so you’re facing him, and you reach up to press your hands against his cheeks, “You don’t remember me, Bacara!”

“I don’t-”

“You once promised to take me dancing,” You say, and this time you don’t stop the tears from falling, “Properly dancing, you said, not the secret dancing in your quarters late at night, after General Mundi went to sleep and we’re both two sheets passed tired, but we’re together so we dance.”

His hand comes up to brush a tear off your cheek, and it only makes you cry harder.

“You used to love me, Bacara, and I don’t know what the Empire did to you to make you forget, but I can’t do it anymore.”

Bacara’s other hand comes up to cradle your cheek, and slowly his forehead lowers to bump against yours, “...Corporal-”

“You used to call me cyare,” You whisper, “You used to tug me into empty rooms just to steal kisses and would whisper jokes in my ear to make me laugh after hard missions and would hum my favorite song when you thought I needed a pick-me-up…”

His grip tightens slightly, and for a moment his face twists in pain.

“If you can’t give me that again, if you can’t be that man anymore, then please, let me go.” You beg, “I deserve more than this.”

Bacara says nothing for a moment, his eyes squeezed shut and his face twisted in pain, and then, after a whole minute, his eyes open.

His grip softens, and Bacara slowly strokes your cheek, “My cyare,” He whispers, pain and guilt and horror in his voice, “My beautiful, perfect cyare.”

You look up at him, and there’s recognition in his eyes. Recognition and more than a little guilt.

“Cara?” You whisper.

He smiles at you, and wipes a tear from your cheek with his thumb before he leans in and presses the sweetest kiss against your lips, “I did something awful, cyare.” Bacara whispers.

“We can run. No one will ever make you do something against your will like that again. I promise.” You say.

Bacara stares at you, and slowly he nods. Quickly he shoves his comm, and yours, into a dumpster, and then he leads you into the Life Day crowds.

Within days, both of your faces are going to be plastered from one side of the Empire to the other, listed as deserters, but at least you’ll be together if nothing else.

#star wars #tcw #commander bacara x reader #bacara x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction

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stampvamp · 1 year

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Climber as your Bf HC’s!! + Scenarios

summary: climber crush/dating hcs confession included <3 Reader is gender neutral (please notify me if any gender identifying nouns are used)

so I wanted to make climber x reader first but Karl wonnn. If anybody is interested in a climber x reader I’ll write it. Also it may take a bit longer to upload the Karl x reader since I’m a bit busy,, not proofread

- First of all, his crush on you is immense and he doesn’t know how to tell you.

- His pale face gets hot whenever your around

- His stomach churns whenever he sees you. In a good way though

- he compliments you often

- He holds your hand when Karl is around because he described him as unpredictable and dangerous

- Asking Karl for advice was the worse thing he could’ve done in the situation, Karl seems knowledgeable about flirting…Right?

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The breeze of the town was relaxing, for the two the just fought at least. Karl had won this time, though it was a embarrassing defeat; Climber had knowledge to beat him subsequently. He didn’t even feel like he had done his best. His moves were sloppy, and the swings of pickaxe were drawn and incalculable. He had fallen victim to his own thought.

“I noticed you were quite thinker- but I never knew you were the one to think so extensively-“

He didn’t realize that Karl was behind him, a small groan left his mouth as he turned to him.

“Yeah..I was just thinking of something..no- someone..”

He scoffed, his cotton white cheeks brightening at the confession. Karl’s amusement didn’t help this as a smug look painted across his gangling form.

“Oh my..and the plot thickens..so.. who’s the lucky person?”

His voice almost came out in a purr, stepping closer to Climber.

“Well, it’s my friend- Y/N..are knowledgeable of them?”

He rubbed his chin slightly, thinking of your general appearance before everything had an eventual click. Climber had knew that this was a fatal mistake. Karl definitely be the type of person to tell you immediately. To hold this as blackmail over his head. How could he so ignorant and intolerant.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got some tricks in my sleeve to make they fall head over heels for you-“

Climber retracted from Karl, his gut feeling uneasy from the sudden comment.

“Well, I think I can do it just fine.. I mean, we’re just friends- I don’t think they would ever really-“

Despite Climber’s refusal, Karl had “trained” him to confess. Although a flustered mess, he had everything to.

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The morning was cold, the two sticks rubbing together in order to create a fire. You sternly held the two sturdy wooden pieces, groaning as every attempt you made had a spark but never a flame.

“Do you need help..?”

He squatted infront of you, taking the sticks and effortlessly starting the flame. The Illumination of the fire showed Climber, a small pleasant smile across his cheeks. Pleasant. Yeah, that would be a good way to describe your friend Climber. You waved your hand to greet him, giggling at your friendly gesture.

“I- uh.. I wanted to confront you about something..I’It’s nothing bad! Don’t panic but..it’s just..it’s important..”

Your heart sank at his words, the possibilities and the thoughts of what he was going to say next. You swallowed thick, trying to piece together what his subsequent remark.

“I’m listening..”

Your voice was wobbly, trying to be stern and clear. Climber’s kind eyes looked into yours sensing the distress from you. His hand reached to your tense shoulder, a small sense of comfort. Karl had communicated about how comfort was important.

“Well..I think you’re a good person, a great person in fact- I’ve realized over the course of the- Uhm..friendship that I would like to have a bond with you..”

The air was luxuriant, the panic from Climber could be detected from a mile away.

“Well we already have a bond- but like-! You’re super like..appealing to look at! Uhm.. your also really nice and really kind and- I like really nice and really kind..people..”

You chuckled upon Climber’s compliments, you had loved Climber for a time. The weight against your shoulders lifting as each word he said made you fall deeper in love with him. Your fingers wrapped against his perturbation swarming him. He followed his next words with an exhale. In defeat, he slumped his shoulders and began to hold eye contact.

“I really love you Y/N”

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- During the first week, Climber would do anything for you

- If you claimed that you were hungry, Climber would run against bounds to get you the stuff you need

- One time you caught him watching you sleep as he turned around quickly enough to hopefully make you believe he wasn’t staring

- He holds you tight, sometimes tighter than he needs to

- He pulls you away from Karl when he deems necessary.

- Karl likes to flirt with you to get him going, but just not enough to make you both uncomfortable

- On your first kiss, Climber head butted you and apologized profusely for it

- He defends you with his life

- He really does love you

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FIRST CLIMBER FIC IN 2023 I FEEL ACCOMPLISHED,,, please tell me if you guys want more climber content and I’ll be working on some of my current drafts and my new Karl fic. If you wanna see that it’s my second post on my blog. I’ll be posting more LOT/castleofnations stuff.

(posted Friday 3rd, February 2023)

#climber #castles of nations #law of talos karl #law of talos #climberLOT #ClimberCastleofNations #x reader #fanficfion #lovausel #unknown person

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stoned-eren · 1 year

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stoner!eren fluff alphabet

a/n: pure fluff. <3 this was supposed to be stoner!eren but it's only mentioned a few times. ( *^_^*) either way, happy 4/20!!! hope you enjoy content: drug mentions, g/n reader

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A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

obviously, one of his favorite ways to spend time with you is to smoke. he loves the way you look when you're puffing on a joint. he thinks it's so cute the way your eyes get red and lidded, and you're laughing at everything and anything.

he's not one to really leave his house all that much. expect most activities to be done at his house. but, if you're not at his house, he likes to spend his time outdoors. going on hikes, to the park, anywhere where he can be in nature is ideal to him.

when you do spend time together, eren can be clingy. he'll be cuddling you like his life depends on it while you read a book or watch tv. he always has a hand snaked around your thigh or his arm around your shoulders.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

absolutely everything!!! you're perfect to eren!

he really admires your personality. you're like his other half. there's so much about your charm and charisma that he's drawn to

your smile melts his heart every time. he loves seeing you happy and enjoying yourself!

your eyes are also his weakness. if you stare at him for too long he feels himself getting all shy and flustered. he's still not used to how beautiful you are.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

he would do anything in his power to make you feel better. even if it means running to the store at 3am with slippers and pjs on, he'll do it.

expect him to be a little oblivious on how to make you feel better though.

since he isn't always too sure how to make you feel better, he assumes that smoking will help. the second you tell him you're having a bad day he'd start rolling a joint for the both of you to share.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

eren is the dedicated type. if he is in a relationship, he takes it very seriously. he probably decided that he wanted to marry you before you two even started dating.

he wants a nice, cozy house for the both of you. he would prefer you not to work, simply because he wants to provide for you.

and what about kids? well, that would be up to you, and what you prefer. he wouldn't mind having kids or not having kids. as long as you're with him he's happy.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

dominant. he likes to take charge with anything and everything. date night? he wants to choose the place and what you're doing there. night in at home? he wants to choose the movie to put on. expect eren to be dominant, regardless of the situation.

of course, he gives you the freedom to choose if that's what you want, but prepare for him to make a lot of... suggestions. suggestions that he really wants you to follow.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

eren is the type to hold a grudge. however, when he sees you looking at him- begging, pleading with him, he has a hard time being angry. he forgives you easily (a little too easily) but is more stern with others.

he seems like the type to let him emotions out like a flood. it doesn't take that much to set eren off, so he ends up telling you how he feels very often, whether it be good or bad.

when there's a bad fight, he needs some time away to smoke and think. he'll never let you leave upset, but there are times where he needs a moment to decompress and calm down, so he doesn't say or do anything he regrets.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

eren is extremely grateful. he makes a silent note of every amount of affection that you show him, every laugh you grace him with. everything and anything you do makes him feel thankful you're there.

he's aware of what you do for him, and will tell you he loves you and appreciates you at random times during the day. he'll give you gifts out of the blue, just because he thinks you'd like it or it reminded him of you. he writes letters for you and draws funny pictures for you. he wants you to know he doesn't take you for granted.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

eren talks a LOT so even if he did try to keep a secret from you it would eventually come out. he is as open and honest as he can be, and expects the same from you. he believes that open communication is the only way to work together.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

most likely both you and eren changed each other for the better. eren's tenacity and grit helped you gain more confidence. your love helped eren have a soft heart. he learned to not take things as seriously with you and to enjoy and appreciate what's around him.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

absolutely the jealous type. gets very jealous very easily as well

you're talking to a guy for too long? he's jealous. someone is flirting with you? he's extremely jealous, borderline furious at the person trying to flirt with you.

the best way to help eren is to give him lots of cuddles and kisses. he just needs the reminder that you're his and you aren't going to leave him.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

lazy sloppy kisser. his kisses are heavy and passionate, full of love. his lips are super warm too.

your first kiss with eren was probably very casual. you were smoking with eren in his car, when the subject of romance came up. you mentioned that your kissing could use some work, when he simply said, "wanna practice with me?"

has sloppy make out sessions while you two hotbox in his car. he'll be gently biting your lip, climbing on top of you while he runs his hands all along your body, feeling every inch of your skin. he gets very affectionate when he gets high.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

would probably confess his love the second you two do anything remotely romantic together. you place your head on his shoulder? he's thinking about confessing.

he would just wing his confession. he wouldn't have a script planned or "ideas" on what he could say. he simply lets his feelings out the best way he can.

he fears rejection so there's a good chance he may be a little distant once he confesses, even if you reciprocate his feelings. it's nothing to take personally, he's just so caught up in the idea of losing you it makes him shut down.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

eren 1000000% wants to get married. he wants to take it slow, however, and ease into marriage.

wants all his friends and family to be at your guys' wedding. he thinks marriage is something worth celebrating, especially with everyone important in his life

probably will end up crying at the wedding too but that's ok <3 he just loves you so much

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

darling, baby, angel. anything endearing and romantic, eren will probably call you it at some point. he loves nicknames. but darling, baby, and angel are the main nicknames he has for you.

always wants you to call him by a nickname. his favorite nickname for him is 'ren. his heart melts every time you call him that.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

when eren was crushing on you, it was painfully obvious. he tried his best to hide it but his feelings are so strong, it's hard to contain himself.

eren expresses himself very vocally, but, before you started dating, he was rather shy. he was hesitant to talk about certain subjects, especially if they involved romance of any sort. you would notice that he would clam up if you started talking about dating, or asked him if he was interested in anybody.

before you two started dating, eren's feelings would come out in bursts, since he had a hard time containing it. he would surprise you with gifts or compliment you on your outfit, making it painfully obvious that he fancied you.

you figured it out pretty early on, but decided to keep it to yourself just in case you were wrong. you were happily surprised when he finally confessed his love to you, since you assumed he would never actually confess.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

eren is upfront about your relationship, but he isn't one for alot of PDA. he might give you a kiss or two, but he's rather withdrawn when it comes to being affectionate around others.

he won't hesistate to make it known that you're in a relationship, however. if he notices that someone has been eyeing you, then he doesn't care about being grabby. he'll put his head on your shoulder or give your thighs a quick squeeze if it means that someone will stop giving you unwanted attention.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

eren has an undying determination which can be helpful in achieving your goals. expect eren to try and try and try again to make you happy, he won't ever give up if it means you're content.

he also has the ability to push you to do things you never thought you'd be able to do. he never forces you to do anything, just reminds you that you're a lot more capable than you think you are.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

eren is very romantic. for him, showing physical affection is the best way to express his love. he always wants to be holding you or giving you small kisses. eren just wants you to know that he loves you, the best way he can.

eren seems like the type to be romantic in very cliché ways. he'll put on a romantic movie or write you a gushy letter if he's feeling sappy.

one of the more romantic things he does is have "smoke sessions" with you. you two will cuddle in his car for hours, blowing smoke into each others mouths while you kiss.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

eren is super supportive. expect him to go out of his way to help you achieve your goals. that's just how he is. he will do anything in his power to see you thrive.

eren believes in you and your capabilities, that's why he's with you in the first place. he trusts you to do what's best for yourself.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

eren prefers to be very spontaneous. he usually does things based on how he feels about them. if he's bored, or high, he wants to explore everything around him. he might randomly wander off while you two are walking if something catches his interest.

eren will go out with you at unpredictable times. you might go on a date at 6 am or 10 pm, depending on how he's feeling at the time.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

eren knows you very well. he can read you, knowing when you're upset or delighted based off your body language alone. he also knows what does and doesn't set you off, and is always mindful of not pushing your buttons.

he makes sure that he has your favorites written down somewhere so that he can always refer back to it. he doesn't really need the list (he's pretty much memorized everything that you like and dislike) but he has it just in case there's something new he needs to add.

eren can get caught up in his own emotions, to the point where he doesn't realize your emotions might differ from his. he has to remind himself to be more empathetic, but he still shows empathy.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

eren values your relationship with him more than anything else. there's nothing more that he wants than to have you with him, loving and experiencing life with him.

even in your worst fights, eren won't let you leave angry. he always tries to resolve it with you as soon as possible, he hates fighting with you. he just wants you by his side all the time, through thick and thin.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

eren's hair is everything. he wants you to play with his hair while you two cuddle, pouting until you run your hands through his hair.

his hair also tells alot about how he's feeling. when he's more serious and intimate, he tends to tie his hair up. when he's laid back and casual, he has it down. either way he has his hair, he looks absolutely adorable and always wants his hair played with.

gets super affectionate when he's high. in a daze, he wraps his arms around you and holds you for what seems like hours, simply wanting the moment between you two to last forever.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

in private, eren loves to show you just how much you mean to him. he's kissing you while walking by, asking you to come cuddle with him, or playfully grabs your hips to pull you closer to him. the best way he can show his affection is through physical contact, so expect his hands to be all over you constantly.

Y earning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

eren needs to be around you in some sort of way. if he's not with you physically, there's lots of texting. he has a hard time being without you, so to distract himself, he texts you. he might just send you a random picture or an invitation to play 8ball, but just knowing you're spending your time with him is all that matters to him.

also, he will randomly facetime you if he gets bored/misses you. sometimes it's just a call that lasts a few minutes, him ranting about some asshole in line at the store, or him just wanting to hear your voice. other times, calls will last hours, the two of you peacefully doing your own thing while occasionally having a conversation.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

eren would literally burn the world to see you smile. he'll go to great lengths just to see you happy. there's nothing that will stop eren from ensuring your happiness. he knows that you can't be happy all the time, but ultimately, there's nothing more that eren wants than to see your smile.

would literally fight anyone to make you happy. you tell him constantly that he doesn't need to fight anyone - him getting arrested wouldn't make you happy. but every time there's someone being a jerk to you, he'll turn to you and ask "babe, you need me to fight him for you?" to which you have to politely decline.

#woo boy this was a long one #this took me a while to write so sorry if its all over the place #aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #eren #eren jeager #eren yeager #eren jager #eren x reader #eren x you #eren x y/n #eren x reader fluff #fluff #.txt #writing.exe

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deathbxnny · 1 year

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☆《The hidden Gem.(Yanqing x Edel Raid!Reader)》☆

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A/N: So, this is brought to you by the Yanqing Anon! They wanted a nice one-shot inspired by this post, so here it is! A special thanks to the great Anon in question!<33

Summary: You've been in a relationship with Yanqing for a while now, yet never mentioned yourself being of the Edel Raid race. One day, however, this unexpectedly changes, as you were forced to reveal yourself in order to protect your lover.

Content: mentions of injury and battle, angst, fluff, established relationship

Reader has she/her pronouns!

((Not fully proofread!))

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You felt worry and fear strike your heart, once you heard the news of a very bad Mara-struck attack somewhere on the ship. You weren't afraid of the enemies themselves necessarily, but rather for your boyfriend, who was most likely sent out to deal with them too.

And whilst you knew, that he could handle himself just fine, you still had this odd feeling, that something had gone wrong. That something happened to him.

You pushed your way through the thick crowd of guards and workers, your eyes squinting to see where your general Jing Yuan was. The panic was clear in everyone's faces, as they tried getting everything under control. And admidst the chaos, stood the ever so calm general you and Yanqing called your master and caretaker. You moved faster towards the man now, his name leaving your lips in slight panic.

He looked up from where he was standing, his eyes narrowing in confusion, when you finally reached him panting. "(Y/N)? What are you doing here? You should be in a safe zone right now." The man said sternly, obviously not amused by your appearance here. And you didn't necessarily blame him either, considering that you were no warrior here, despite the abilities you were hiding.

You didn't mean to keep them a secret either, as you did trust Jing Yuan and Yanqing with your life... yet your past experiences made you hide them away from everyone. The last thing you wanted was for someone to use you and see you only as a tool, a weapon.

"I know, I'm sorry Master Jing Yuan. But I'm worried about Yanqing. Something happened to him, I know it did." You said loudly over the buzzing of the chaotic crowd. Yet he still didn't seem convinced. "Have some trust in his abilities. You know what he's capable of." "I'm not underestimating him, I'd never dare it. But I still would like to know where he is at the moment." You pleaded, as you chased after the man, who now began heading for his office. You stumbled to catch up to him, until your hand grabbed onto his sleeve. "(Y/N), I won't repeat myself. It's too dangerous for you out here." The man said, giving you a stern, yet soft gaze.

He understood how much you loved and cared for Yanqing, but he knew the young boy wouldn't be happy seeing you out here either. Before you could retaliate however, a guard suddenly came up to you both, bleeding and panting.

"General Jing Yuan! I come from the North, our forces have been completely destroyed by powerful enemies. We beg for back up. Lieutenant Yanqing has been heavily injured as well..." The man trailed off, as he collapsed, a couple healers quickly coming in to help the guard.

Your body moved faster than your mind did, as you turned to run in the direction the guard came from. But an arm on your shoulder stopped you in your tracks roughly. "(Y/N)-!" Jing Yuan could barely get your name out, before you just spun out of his hold and continued sprinting out of the building.

You knew you'd get in trouble for that later on, but you had worse things to worry about. And that was getting to you boyfriend, before it was too late.

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You panted, as you ran through the endless paths and roads, up and down stairs, over bridges. You had to find him, you just had to. From some injured guards on your way there, you were able to roughly pin point Yanqing's location. The more it took you to get to him, the more dread began filling you.

But then you finally saw him. He was laying on the ground against a container, his hand gripping his side painfully, as he bled. He was panting heavily, his eyes closed to stabilise his breathing, when he opened them weakly at your warm hands pressing down on his wound as well.

"(Y/N)... you shouldn't... be here. Get away, before they... come back." He coughed, blood falling from his lips, as his other hand weakly fell on yours. You frowned and shook your head, tears brimming in your eyes at the horrible state he was in. You've never seen him like this before and you never wanted to either.

"No, I can't leave you here. I've come here to save you." "You can't, you... don't know how to fight." He simply said, his hand tightening around yours with a stern look in his lidded eyes. He was fighting so hard to stay awake for you, but it was obvious that he was losing way too much. You thought for a moment about what to do next, when you heard the sound of enemies approaching you.

It had to be done. There was no other choice.

"You're right... I can't fight. But you can... do you trust me Yanqing?" "With my life." As the words weakly left his lips, a bright flash went off, surrounding and engulfing you both in warm light. He closed his eyes in surprise, before realising that he was rushing with power and strength once more.

When he opened his eyes again, he noticed that you were gone and that he was holding onto a long, beautiful sword. "(Y/N)...?" "Be careful. They're coming. You'll get your answers later." Your voice softly said in his mind, which made him act quickly and trust your words.

He felt powerful and strong, as he wielded the weapon with ease, striking down enemy after enemy with unbelievable ease. He was always a very skilled and strong warrior, but this was on another level. He was confused on what was going on, his mind trying to piece all of this together, until he concluded that the weapon somehow was you. He didn't know how you did it, but he definitely wanted to find out.

By the time he destroyed all the enemies, Jing Yuan and his backup finally showed up. Yanqing didn't feel fatigued or weak at all anymore, as he just stood there lightly panting. "Yanqing! Where is (Y/N)?-" He once more could barely get your name out, when you transformed right back to normal. Yanqing blinked in surprise, as the blade morphed back into your form.

You stumbled for a moment, not being used to turning anymore, before quickly hiding yourself a little behind Yanqing from the angry, yet baffled look on the generals face. The older man quickly waved the guards off to help the injured and civilians who still might be left, before approaching you two with a small frown.

"Care to explain what is going on here?" The general asked sternly, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked down at you. Yanqing stood infront you protectively with worry, though he was also very curious about what just happened earlier. You hesitated for a moment, before finally speaking up.

"I... belong to a rare race called the "Edel Raid". We are able to turn into weapons and merge with humans we call "Pledgers". I'm sorry for keeping this from you. I didn't want to, but I was scared and worried..." You trailed off quietly, as Yanqing turned to you with a furrow in his brows. His hands reached for your shoulders, obvious confusion radiating off of him. "Why? Do you not trust us?"

"No, no, that's not it! I do trust you! It's just that... our kind is usually treated as nothing more than tools for battle... and our humanity gets disregarded." You said and watched as a flicker of anger ran through Yanqing's eyes, his hand wrapping around you to pull you into his strong embrace. "I see... don't worry. I won't let anyone hurt you. The general won't let anything happen either!" Yanqing said, as the older man hummed and nodded in agreement.

Once you calmed down, you three began walking back to the safe zone, your hand tightly holding onto Yanqing's. "You spoke of merging with humans earlier... is that what you did with Yanqing?" Jing Yuan enquired curiously, making you look up at him and nod. "Yeah, that's exactly what I did. We can only react with one human at a time, so Yanqing is the only one who can wield me now." You hummed, as the boy gave you a warm smile of pride.

He felt honoured, that you chose him of all people to react with. He silently swore, that he'd train much harder from now on so that he can control and wield you even better. It's the least he could do for you, after you practically saved his life.

"I see... and where do you gain your power from?" The older general asked curiously, obviously interested in your abilities. You stopped walking, to pull back your hair, revealing a beautiful gem on the back of your neck. "All of my power is stored in this gem right here." You explained, making Yanqing lightly trace it in awe. You were truly beautiful to him.

"I swear I'll train harder to become stronger for you, my crane... you could join me as well in some sessions!" Yanqing said with new found motivation, but was stopped by the general shaking his head with a frown on his lips.

"You'll have to wait for a month on that one I'm afraid." He said, making both of you look at him in confusion. "Why so, Master Jing Yuan?" "You are grounded for an entire month for disobeying my orders and leaving the safe zones." Jing Yuan said, as he simply kept on walking, ignoring your whines and pleas for him to take it back.

But at the end of the day, you two were finally glad to be back in eachothers embrace, safe and sound. And that's all that's all that mattered.

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A/N: Alright! I hope this was good enough! Thank you Yanqing Anon again for this phenomenal idea!<33

#honkai star rail fanfic #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail #hsr x reader #hsr yanqing #hsr Yanqing x reader

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miniscule-meow · 10 months

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Isabell and the Lads CH2: The Healing Process (2.2)

Word Count: ~5.7k (I should have made this two parts, oops. Enjoy this huge chapter)

Warnings: Blood/Injury

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Ezekiel brings her over to the kitchen and sets her down on the section of the counter that is near the sink, a safe distance away from where he will be cooking. He looks around for a moment before grabbing a clean plush washcloth and putting it beside her.

“That might be more comfortable than just sitting on the counter,” he says. His voice is so gentle. For how stern his face makes him seem, he is proving to be a very soft-spoken individual.

He nods once as she settles onto the cloth, watching him as he begins bustling around the kitchen. He pulls things from cabinets and from the fridge, and he starts cooking. His movements are confident so he must know what he’s doing. Soon, he sets a small plate in front of her. Well, it’s small for him. It’s certainly not small compared to her.

“Sorry I don’t have a plate your size, or any utensils you can use. So, I hope you don’t mind eating with your hands until we can figure something out,” he presses his mouth flat, his brow knitting closer. A look she’s assuming is apologetic, or perhaps contemplative of future solutions, or just generally displeased at the situation. He probably has better things to do than babysit her. “If you just dip the pancakes in the syrup, it’ll be less messy.” He offers, taking her away from her ‘what did that face mean’ guessing game.

She looks at the plate. There’s a short stack of flat, round ‘pancakes’ he had called them. Cake made in a pan; it makes sense. He has a plate of his own, though his are much larger. The ones he made for her must only be about the size of a quarter to him.

It’s nice that he’s trying so hard to accommodate her. He’s not just giving her a pinch of his own food as an afterthought. Zeke has made her a plate, and he’s tried to make it manageable for her size. That alone is more kindness than she has ever experienced from a human.

“Thank you,” she says looking at the food before her.

She rips a strip off the warm pancake and dips it in the syrup as Zeke had instructed. It’s heavenly. It’s much nicer than any of the food she’s made for herself since living on her own.

“Do you like it?” Zeke asks, stealing a glance her way.

“Oh my gosh, yes,” she says, nodding enthusiastically and tearing herself another bite. A faint smile pulls at Zeke’s lips as he turns back to his own plate.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, are you able to cook much usually?” He asks her before taking a bite himself.

“Um, not really. I mean, my supplies are kind of limited. I don’t have a store that I can go to for stuff, I have to borrow everything. If I want something warm, I can usually find rice? Otherwise, I guess I eat a lot of cereal, granola, chips, and breadcrumbs. You know, things that are easy to find and that wouldn’t be missed.”

He nods slowly, glancing at her with another look she can’t read. Whatever he’s thinking, he doesn’t say it out loud. They continue to eat in a comfortable quiet. Isabell just tries to not focus on the monolithic bites that Zeke is able to consume at a time. The very idea sends a chill down her spine, but he remains on the other side of the counter enjoying his own pancakes and leaves her be to enjoy hers. So, she’s able to mostly ignore him. She feels worlds better now that she has had a proper warm meal. Her own anxieties were only being exacerbated by her empty stomach.

After they eat, Zeke gives her the corner of a wet paper towel for her to clean up with, and he gives her a tiny spoon of medicine.

“I don’t know what an equivalent of a pill would be, so… this is a cold and flu medicine, but the main ingredient is acetaminophen,” he says, then adds, “a pain reliever.” She takes it, and it is disgusting. After that, Zeke helps her get clean bandages on her leg. The old bandage sticks uncomfortably to her wound, coming unstuck with a sound not dissimilar to Velcro. He wets a q-tip in that same burning liquid as before and she grimaces as he cleans the blood away from her stitches. He puts a thin layer of that anti-bacterial goo on, and she lets him gently wrap her leg with a fresh bandage. It amazes her all over again how gentle he can be as she watches. She stays as still as possible as his gigantic fingers gingerly manipulate her tiny limb. Seeing his massive fingers against her leg, it makes her feel so… small.

When he’s done, he pulls his hands away slightly, and takes her in. She still doesn’t like the feeling of being seen, the weight of his gaze resting solely on her as his eyes flick across her face. It’s like he’s trying to figure out what’s going on in her mind, just as much as she’s trying to figure out what’s going on in his.

“I was doing a bit of research, tomorrow you should be able to get your stitches wet if you wanted to take a shower or something. I’m sure we can figure out a way to make that happen for you.” He stands before her, propped up on his elbows, with his forearms against the counter and his hands still surrounding her on either side. He’s not close enough to touch her, but he could be if that’s what he decides to do. She can see his fingers shifting out of the corner of her eye. She nods, not trusting herself to say anything right now.

Satisfied with that, he slowly pushes himself off the counter and begins cleaning the dishes. Her shoulders relax a bit as he gives her space.

“So, I don’t have anything on the agenda today really. Is there anything that you want to do?” he asks, glancing her way.

“Anything that I want to do?” She repeats.

“Sure. Something you like to do for fun, or to pass the time. What do you enjoy?”

“Oh. Um…” she trails off thinking about this. “I’m not really sure. I don’t really…” Most of her time is spent traversing the walls and borrowing, when she does have free time she checks her gear, takes inventory of her stock, works on her maps of the apartments, or she upgrades something. There’s always something to do. She wouldn’t really call any of that fun.

When she was younger, she would race with her brother, they would make up extra rules or their own obstacles. Looking back now, it seems like it was mostly just fun borrower training. She couldn’t possibly do an obstacle course with the state her leg is in, and certainly not against a human. She doesn’t even want to imagine what that would look like. What else? She used to play games with her family. That’s something.

“I used to like to play card games with my family, but that was a long time ago and… I don’t really remember the rules. And, I don’t have any cards… I guess even if I did have cards, you would be too big to…” He glances at her again and she trails off. Maybe it wasn’t something after all. “Um… What do you like to do?” She asks, turning the question to him.

“I like to read, mostly. But I also like playing games or watching movies with Marcus. Usually we play video games, but I bet we have cards around here somewhere. Of course, they would be pretty big for you,” he says.

“I’ve never played any video games. I’ve seen a few movies, but not all the way through. They were just on sometimes when I would go out borrowing. Um. I like to read, but I don’t ever really get the chance to.”

“Oh, you can read?” He looks at her curiously. “Sorry, that was rude of me, I just thought—” he trails off. Giving up on recovering his thought, he turns back to the dishes.

“No, it’s okay. My parents taught me how to read so I could tell if things were poisonous,” she shrugs nonchalantly.

“Oh,” his mouth presses flat again.

“My brother used to make fun of me when we would go out, I would always try to read the magazines in the house. I never really had time to read more than the cover though. Pages can be hard to turn when they’re longer than you are tall,” she laughs.

“That makes sense,” he says slowly, apparently not finding her observational humor to be funny. “Forgive me, but… your family they—”

“They’re not around anymore,” she cuts him off. “That’s why I had to move. It was um… really bad, and I miss them a lot. I… I don’t really want to talk about it anymore than that, if that’s alright,” she says, hugging herself and shifting uncomfortably.

“Right, that’s fine. I’m sorry. Um, well, hey. I might have something that you will like. Give me a minute.” He turns the water off and dries his hands with a towel. He walks off into the house, returning shortly after with some kind of device. It looks like a phone but it’s bigger. “This is an eReader.” He says, setting it in front of her. “Basically, you can put whatever book you want in here, and you just press these buttons to navigate it. You can also highlight and make notes. You can make your own library of books in there,” he rests his hands against the edge of the counter, leaning forward slightly.

“Woah,” she breathes, too enamored with the device in front of her to be worried about his looming form.

“I have a couple books in there already, but I don’t use it all that often anymore. You’re more than welcome to use it if that interests you.”

“Yeah, yeah that’s- this is really cool. Thank you.” She glances up at him and is surprised by how far she has to tilt her head up to see his face. He’s so effortlessly intimidating. She would bet that he doesn’t even know what he’s doing right now. Then again, he does seem to be awfully methodical. Maybe he knows exactly what he’s doing. She knows that she hasn’t known him for long at all, but he doesn’t seem to be the type that would intentionally want to loom over her and intimidate her. She interrupts her own internal tug-of-war to look back down at the eReader in front of her. Can this thing really hold a library? That would make reading so much easier for her! She would be able to turn pages without having to keep the book balanced or worrying about tearing a page. She would just have to push a button!

“So, we can just hang out and read for a while if that’s something you’d like? Otherwise, we could think of something else to do?” He looks at her, tilting his head slightly, prompting her to decide.

She musters the courage to look all the way up to his face once more and she nods, and despite how it makes her heart squeeze itself up into her throat she gives him her best attempt at a smile. Isabell really is grateful; he’s giving her the opportunity to do something she has always wanted and has never been able to achieve until now. It’s just that he’s so massive it’s hard to not be nervous when he’s this close. She tries to give herself grace. She spent her whole life being trained to avoid humans, to hide from them at all costs. Unfortunately, one pleasant afternoon isn’t going to make her unlearn all of that. Doubts still claw at the back of her mind, whispering darkly that all of this is somehow just an elaborate act to get her to drop her guard enough for the two humans to swoop in and break her.

She shakes off those thoughts as Ezekiel offers her a finger to help her to her feet. She takes it, having to lean on him more than she would like, her leg not pleased with the movement she’s been putting it through today. Once she’s standing, he brings his other palm forward for her to climb into. He picks her up and takes her, along with the eReader, back into the living room. He sets her up on the corner of the couch, draping a blanket over a throw pillow, so she won’t fall into any cracks. He helps prop up her reader as well. Once she’s all settled in, he plays some instrumental music quietly in the background, grabs a book of his own, and takes a place on the other end of the couch. She loses track of time as they read together quietly.

~*~

“Look at all the cool stuff I got!” Marcus announces loudly, jolting both her and Zeke from their books as he bustles in, full of energy and carrying several large shopping bags full of who knows what. He sits himself on the floor and starts pulling out packages. Zeke gently moves her over to the coffee table, setting their books aside, he takes a seat on the floor as well.

Marcus pulls doll accessories out of the bags, sets of plates and silverware. He brings out several craft supplies, explaining that they could “D.I.Y” some furniture for her. She doesn’t have time to ask what that means before he’s on to the next thing.

“Oh, check this out,” he pulls out a few packages of doll clothes. “Since what you’re wearing, um, it kinda… has… blood all over it. Um. Yeah,” he pales looking her over. She looks down at her tattered outfit. He’s right. Her pants are missing one leg from when she had to cut herself out of them. Her shirt is ripped, everything is blood splattered. She is a right mess. “I think these have Velcro on the back which might not be super comfortable, and I’m not sure about the sizes, but Zeke sews! I figured this would be a good start, and he would know how to fix them up for you.” Marcus beams, setting the packages down for her to inspect. Zeke says nothing but he quirks an eyebrow as he leans over to see what project Marcus just volunteered him for.

Her blood chills at the sight of all of the doll clothes, but it feels like her heart freezes solid when he presents a pink, plastic dollhouse.

“I got this! Once again, not sure if it’ll be exactly the right size for you. But I figured this would be easier than one of those that you completely build yourself. I mean, if you would prefer that we can totally make that happen, I’m sure. Those things are crazy though, and they take a really long time to set up. People have like, made some that have working lights and running water and everything. It’s wild. But for now, like a temporary thing, I thought this would be a good way to give you a place that’s your size. Or at least… closer to your size than our apartment. And eventually we can probably modify it to have a lot of cool stuff too,” He continues chattering about dollhouses while fiddling with the little door.

Seeing his fingers interact with the object only magnifies the scale between them. He’s massive. It was easy to ignore when they were behind a screen, or when Zeke was quietly reading, just outside of her peripherals. But now, watching his gigantic digits manipulate the plastic door in front of her, it brings his size into a new light.

Isabell can feel her pulse hammering in her ears. She looks up to Zeke, who is predictably staring down at her, trying to gauge her reaction. He locks eyes with her for a moment, his mouth pressing flat, he begins to fidget with one of his lip piercings with his teeth. His eyes drag across the dollhouse then they flick over to his roommate.

“Marcus,” he says simply, cutting off the blonde’s rambling. Once he has his attention, he tilts his head over to Isabell.

“Oh,” Marcus responds, noticing her wavering expression, “you don’t like it.” He deflates a bit as he says this. “Is it because it’s all pink and stuff? We can fix that. We’ll totally remodel it, and you won’t even recognize it when we’re done,” He smiles down at her, trying to get her approval.

She just shakes her head. It’s too much. It’s all too much. The two giants sitting before her, the mountain of doll clothes and accessories, the toy house. She feels panic bubbling up inside her chest, making it hard for her to breathe. She has to get out of here. But she can’t. There is no escape for her. She’s on top of a coffee table, her leg is completely shot, and the two giants are forming massive walls around her. She’s trapped. History seems to be repeating itself.

“What? Sorry, what did I do?” Marcus says to Zeke, who is glaring daggers at him. They were having such a nice time; he must be upset with Marcus for barging in and seemingly setting them back to square one.

“Hey,” Zeke’s attention turns down to her, his hand slides between her and the dollhouse. He’s not trying to grab her, though she does flinch as he approaches. It’s enough to pause the torrent of panic and bad memories flooding her mind and draw her attention to him. She is grateful to see that his eyes are much softer than when he was looking at Marcus. She thinks she would dissolve if he looked at her with such harsh intensity. “Just tell us what’s wrong.” His voice is gentle as he coaxes her to speak.

“I-I’m not- I’m not staying- I’m not staying here,” She clumsily stumbles through the sentence, her anxiety closing its wicked fingers around her throat and making it hard for her to speak. “I-I’m not- I can’t- I-I-I won’t- I won’t be your-your- your little doll. I- It’s- I- You! You said! You said you won’t- you wouldn’t keep me here. You said, you said just, just until my-my-my leg. Until my leg was- until it was better. And you- you- you wouldn’t—” she’s losing it, and fast. Her words fumble into one another, and her sentences lose what little cohesion they had. Her breathing is quickly becoming shallow and sporadic.

Zeke blinks down at her, his expression measured as always. The weight of his gaze is suffocating. She can’t tell what he’s thinking, just that he’s observing her, analyzing her. Her skin burns with the sensation of being seen. Everything is all wrong. Her heart is pounding so strongly, it feels like it wants to explode out of her chest. Zeke remains still, aside from continuing to fidget with his lip piercing, a nervous habit perhaps? It’s too soon to know with him.

“Okay,” he says after a moment of consideration, “you’re alright. Just—”

“No, I’m not!” She raises her voice at the human towering over her. Her tone has such a ferocity to it, that it surprises her. “None of this is alright! I’m stuck here. My-my leg… My leg is- is- it’s—” she can’t even think of a word to describe this. All she can manage is a strained whine as she looks at the wound seeping through the bandages. “I don’t- I- I can’t—” she shakes her head, feeling hysterical considering the danger this wound puts her in. Glancing up, she sees Zeke still looming over her, watching her. “A-and you!” She throws a hand up towards him, his eyebrows twitch up, and his eyes widen as he flinches back. “You just keep staring at me!” As soon as the words leave her mouth his eyes divert away from her. His hand slinks back, withdrawing towards himself, giving her space. “Everything- Everything hurts,” her voice breaks pathetically. “I don’t belong here I- I just want to go home. I don’t fit in this world a-and I- I don’t want to- to be your- your little doll. I—”

“Isabell,” Marcus speaks up. He rests his forearms on the coffee table, leaning in a little closer. She tenses visibly, her shoulders drawing up towards her ears. She completely expects his gargantuan fingers to wrap around her and snatch her tightly into his palm. “Cool it. You’re freaking out,” his voice is firm, but not unkind. He doesn’t move any closer to her. She looks up at him incredulously. Cool it. Like she’s being irrational for having this reaction. “Let’s just all take a breath, alright?” He takes a deep inhale and breathes it out slowly. “Do it with me,” he instructs when she doesn’t follow his lead. He repeats his slow breath, watching her to make sure she’s breathing with him.

She does her best, but it’s all wrong. Her inhale is shallow, and her exhale is shaky at best. Her heart skips, waiting for the human to scold her for not completing the task correctly.

“Good,” Marcus says, surprising her by giving her an encouraging nod. “You keep going just like that, alright?” She tries to even her breathing as Marcus continues to speak.

“Listen. Here’s the deal. You’re stuck with us.” Marcus states matter-of-factly, and Zeke makes a small sound like he’s about to protest, or advocate for her. Marcus just shrugs, cutting him off before he can voice his opinion. “I’m sorry, it is what it is. We just need to face the facts here. You’re really hurt. There’s no way you’ll be able to… I don’t know what it is you do, but if it’s something that involves, uh, walking? Then I think you’re out of luck.”

“Marcus,” Zeke begins, warning in his tone. He steals a quick glance down to her.

“Well! Tell me I’m wrong.” Marcus fires back at Zeke.

“You’re…” Zeke pauses, finding he is unable to refute his roommate’s claim. His attention drifts back down to Isabell, “would it really be all that bad?” He asks her.

“Just thrusting my life into the hands of two giant humans that won’t let me go home and want me to live in a dollhouse? Sure, I guess it could be worse. You could have brought home a birdcage.” She scowls up at him, his unchanging expression only sparks more frustration in her.

“Stop being so stubborn,” Zeke says, looking away with a frustrated sigh, her first indication that she’s breaking through his neutral façade. She takes it as a victory, not letting herself fear what might happen if she actually manages to annoy this stoic human to the point of breaking through his calculated resolve. “Just let us take care of you,” he says, looking down at her again. These words send a new wave of icy fear through her veins.

“I don’t- I don’t want to be something that needs to be taken care of.” She looks between the two humans, her eyes wide as if she’s waiting for one of them to lash out.

“It’s not like that. If Marcus got sick, or hurt, then I would want to take care of him. He would do the same for me. It’s just something that friends do for one another,” He explains, she can tell she’s wearing his patience thin.

“We can’t be friends. You’re human, you’re not even supposed to know I exist. How are we supposed to be friends,” she says.

“Okay fine, it’s just human decency to want to help someone that needs it, how about that?” He raises his brows pointedly, challenging her to respond. She doesn’t have a retort, so she lets the conversation fall silent.

“Just let us take care of you,” he says again. His voice is almost a whisper, and his tone is almost pleading. When she meets his gaze, she finds that he is looking at her so sincerely, so tenderly that it causes her breath to hitch in her throat. The look they share tugs on her heart, and she wants to believe him. It’s just a brief moment they share before his mask of indifference returns so smoothly, she could question whether or not she just imagined that he ever looked at her any differently. “Look,” the familiar air of aloof distance returns to his tone, the icy calculation returns to the way he observes her. “I don’t own you, and I don’t want to. You’re just someone I want to help. If you don’t want my help, I’m not going to force you to take it.” He casts a glance over to Marcus before he stands, his massive figure rising high above her. She doesn’t dare try looking up after him, even firmly seated on the coffee table the thought of witnessing him towering his full height over her makes her dizzy. He returns to sitting on the far end of the couch, and he picks up his book, letting Marcus handle this.

“Alright. You know what? Yeah, how about this,” the look in Marcus’s eye concerns her, as he decides how to articulate whatever plan he has brewing in his head. “If you can get yourself off the coffee table, we’ll just let you leave right now,” This is enough to snag the attention of Zeke as well, who just distanced himself from the situation. He glances up from his book warily, immediately regretting letting Marcus handle this. “Zeke and I won’t need to keep an eye on you if you’re perfectly capable of getting around. Everything can just go back to normal, no strings attached. Alright?”

Marcus scoots back, gesturing to her that the floor is hers. Get off the coffee table and go home.

He’s letting her leave.

No, it’s a trick. It has to be. He knows as well as she does that her leg isn’t going to let her perform that task right now. Even just standing feels impossible. Never mind jumping or climbing.

She shouldn’t have pushed it earlier today. If she hadn’t spent most of her energy climbing down the kitchen counter and running across the hall, she might have a chance at this. It didn’t get her any closer to going home and it certainly didn’t help her wound, that’s for sure.

Part of her supposes he’s right. If she can’t even get down off the coffee table, how does she expect herself to be able to go borrowing. She knows her supplies aren’t nearly stocked enough for her to be able to wait this one out. But part of her is left wondering, what if she can do it. Sure, it feels impossible, but he’s letting her try. Even if it’s just to prove to her that she’s small and weak, she might be able to prove him wrong here.

She scowls, gritting her teeth, and with shaking limbs she pushes herself onto her hands and knees. She doesn’t typically do this sort of thing with an audience. With more effort than it should have taken, she gets herself on her feet. Isabell struggles to gain her balance, trying to avoid putting too much weight on her leg. She limps her way to the edge of the table.

She pulls her hook off the side of her pack, and slings it over her shoulder, glancing between the two humans. Zeke’s eyes are glued on her now, his book set neatly aside. When she returns his gaze, he looks away from her quickly, seemingly having taken her comment about him staring at her to heart. Marcus looks unamused, he watches her, his arms crossed, and eyebrows raised.

She kneels down at the corner of the table, trying not to wince as the movement pulls at her stitches. She peers over the edge and tosses her hook. It loops around the table leg, and she pulls, securing it to itself.

Her hands tremble with nerves. She dangles her legs over the edge of the table. This should be the hardest part. She scoots herself off the edge, and swings down to the table leg. She clips against the furniture with her bad leg, of course she does. She bites back any sound of pain. She manages to steady herself, bracing her legs against the table leg, and leaning back against her rope so that it’s taut. She holds her core and tries to pull a little extra with her arms, but she can’t hide how severely her legs are shaking under the strain.

Zeke begins to shift forward.

“Back off dude,” Marcus says quickly, stopping him in his tracks. “Let her try.”

“This is ridiculous, and incredibly unsafe,” Zeke says, his tone crisp and short.

“Just let her try,” Marcus repeats, recrossing his arms with a shake of his head. Zeke sighs, obviously displeased, but he relents, sitting back and watching her attentively.

She’s moving far slower than she would like to be as she inches her way down towards the floor. Her whole body is protesting. Not to mention, she’s considering for the first time that her ribs might have been more seriously damaged than she originally thought from when she was kicked across that other apartment. At the very least, she knows she’s badly bruised. At worst, something might be broken. Either way, the rope she’s looped around her midsection digs uncomfortably into her sides. It’s an added safety in case she falls. Of course, that would be incredibly unpleasant, the rope snapping against her already bruised, possibly broken ribs. Though, she does get the impression that if she were to fall, both humans would lurch forward to grab her. She’s not sure if she’s comforted or horrified by that.

The goal is obviously, don’t fall.

Though she tries to use her arms and her core as much as possible, she can’t deny that this is a job for her legs. She doesn’t even make it halfway down before the pain in her leg becomes unbearable. It’s pulsing and throbbing with each beat of her heart. She is certain she messed it up during her botched escape plan this morning, she curses herself silently. The skin feels like it’s straining against the stitches, and she feels she’s at danger of either ripping through her skin or breaking a stitch.

Once again, she finds her instincts are split in the middle. In the matter of self-preservation, she needs to prove herself and escape. But she also needs to make sure that her escape doesn’t lead to her being unable to care for herself.

She takes a pause, placing a hand against her injured leg, as if somehow holding it would make it feel any better. Her stomach turns as her hand squishes into the wet bandage, and her hand pulls back, slick with blood. She swallows thickly and wipes her trembling hand off on her shirt.

She needs to stop.

Resigned, she looks up at Marcus and shakes her head. He wins. She can’t even get herself off of a table. How would she possibly survive like this. If she left right now she would either collapse on the way to her home or starve when she runs out of supplies.

“No?” He asks. She shakes her head again, clenching her jaw to keep her lip from quivering as a deep shame from her failure floods her senses. “Alright,” he nods solemnly. He isn’t smug about it, he doesn’t gloat. He gave her an honest try at it, and she couldn’t do it.

Like he said, she’s stuck with them.

It isn’t because the humans are keeping her trapped here, it’s because she physically can’t leave. Even if she could, after that display it has become painfully obvious to her that she would be useless on a borrowing mission. When it comes down to it, she would rather be with these two than with someone like the guy who kicked her halfway across his apartment.

“Zeke, why don’t you go get the first aid stuff,” Marcus says, clearly still in charge of this situation. Zeke follows his instruction without protest as Marcus positions his hand underneath her. She finds purchase on his massive digits and sits her trembling form down in the center of his palm. “You might want to grab some sewing stuff and some craft stuff while you’re up,” Marcus calls across the apartment, as he carefully helps untangle her from her safety rope. Once he gets her free, he pulls her in to his chest, holding her against him. his voice vibrates right through her as he speaks, “I’m sorry this is happening to you,” She supposes this is his attempt at a really big hug. “We can just try to make the most of it though. Yeah?” He gently places her back on the coffee table where she started.

#g/t #giant tiny #gt community #giant #tiny #g/t writing #g/t stories #my writing #isabell and the lads #fluff and angst

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How It Turned Out - Harry Styles Fic Part 2

Part 1 features Y/N’s interview on Howard Stern, he’s a bit of a bastard. This part follows what happens when its published, including Harry and Y/N messaging for the first time, and Y/N getting a bit of revenge.

(speaking of which we’re obviously just pretending that Y/N wrote Wet Dream instead of Wet Leg lol)

Masterlist

Today, Y/N’s Howard Stern interview was being published to YouTube. She was equal parts nervous and excited. Stern’s questions had been pretty uncomfortable, but she felt good about how she handled them and was pleased that she’d embarassed him a bit.

Watch Now: Y/N on The Howard Stern Show

Comments:

@/ynfan “god Howard Stern is so rude!”

@/ynfan2 “why am I not surprised that he fetishes queer women! he barely asked about anything except that song and harry”

@/ynfan3 “pahahaaa she really said you seem like you’d be bad in bed

An hour after her interview with Howard Stern was published, Y/N let herself switch her phone back on. Watching her phone, waiting for the first comments to arrive underneath the video would’ve been torturous. But now, the first swathe of comments had been posted, she allowed herself to have a look. Happily, her fans agreed about Howard’s behaviour, and thought her responses had been pretty great.

@/harryfan “omg her defending harry like that even tho they’ve never met”

@/harryynfan “she said she collabs with people if they have a shared experience, i feel like being interviewed by howard stern counts as shared trauma, so single released when?”

The comments about Harry Styles were equally nice to see, there were times when their fans seemed to pit them against each other, but the large overlap between their two fandoms seemed to be loving her defense of him.

After allowing herself a little time to reply to some fans, she closed the app and turned off Do Not Disturb mode. Instantly, her phone buzzed with notifications, despite having most of them turned off (she couldn’t afford to be notified every time someone tweeted about her after all). Most she could ignore, but one in particular caught her eye.

Instagram Message from @/harrystyles:

Well this was unexpected. She’d expected, naturally, that he’d end up hearing about her interview, especially since he’d been interviewed by the same man. But she hadn’t thought it’d be this quick. Before her brain could start worrying about whether she way about to be told off by a fellow musician, she clicked the message to open it.

Harry: Hi, I just watched your interview with Howard Stern. I hope you’re doing ok, it took me a whole week to recover from mine.

Y/N: Hey, nice to hear from you! I’m just glad I managed to hold my ground a bit, he was really trying to wear me down.

Harry: Ha, yeah. You definitely did better than me on that front. I feel like he walked all over me in my interview with him

Y/N: I watched yours to prepare me, I can’t lie. He was notoriously rough with you. Don’t beat yourself up about it though you got your point across to your fans in the interview and that’s what’s important.

Harry: Cheers, I appreciate that.

Harry: Listen, I just wanted to thank you for defending me. I know it must be super annoying always being asked about me, so the fact that you still stood up for means a lot.

Y/N: No need to thank me seriously, the mans a bigot!

Y/N: And hey, there are definitely worse people one could be compared to :)

Harry: Well, I wanted to thank you anyway. I really admire you and your work.

Y/N: You flatterer, haha.

She was relieved that he didn’t think she’d overstepped by defending him. It made her feel even more confident in her little revenge plan...

After the interview she’d been seething with anger at Howard Stern, the industry in general for holding him to such regard despite being such an arsehole and her management for persuading her to go on the show in the first place.

As musicians are wont to do, she channeled this outrage into a song which she recorded on the spot in her garden, so she wouldn’t forget it. After showing it to her agent, not thinking much of the song, she was persuaded to release the song on her Instagram feed. It would probably never be a single, but she was known for posting unfinished songs and covers online from time to time, so it would hardly be out of character. She’d been surprised that her agent had agreed to it, as the song quite directly referenced the interview, but her agent was just as pissed off about it as she was.

She opened her messages to Harry back up.

Y/N: Now listen, how do you feel about revenge

Harry:... I feel I should be worried

Y/N: Well its not revenge against you, it’s revenge against King Bigot himself.

Harry: In that case be my guest.

Y/N: Check my insta page in two mins

Instagram Post:

Caption: The other day I was messing around and wrote a song called Wet Dream... iykyk

Comments:

@/ynfan “holy shit”

@/ynfan2 “she really said go die pls howard”

@/ynfan3 “I can’t believe she referenced the interview so explicitly, she’s crazy, i’m in love”

@/ynfan4 “she said keep your wet dream away from me you big perv lolllll”

This time, the comments started raking in before people would even have had a chance to listen to the full song. Including the man himself.

Instagram message from @/harrystyles

Harry: I can’t believe you

Harry: Wait that sounded bad, i meant that in a good way. That is the most hilirious/brave thing i’ve ever seen wow.

Y/N: I really wrote it in a fit of rage

Harry: Well it’s incredible. Like, the message is obviously spot on, but it’s also just a complete bop

Y/N: I aspire to only create bops, so i’m glad you think so

Harry: haha I think I write too much sad shit for that to be the case for me

Y/N: Idk i think between us we’re doing pretty well at nailing the sad bop niche

Harry: Maybe you’re right.

Y/N: I usually am.

Harry: I’ll bear that in mind. God, that song is going to me stuck in my head for weeks now, I swear.

Y/N: Well it’s nice to know you’ll be thinking of me!

And that was part 2! Working on part 3 as we speak!

#harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles fic #harry styles #musician!y/n #how it turned out

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