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enhaeven · 2 months

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— polaroid love | yang jungwon

pairing: jungwon x reader

genre: fluff, romance, high school!au

word count: 1.5k

summary: wherein a series of polaroid pictures may be helping you realize your feelings towards jungwon

warnings: none really, just two mild swear words XD

a/n: i pulled memories from years ago for this but yeah it's been a while lol happy 20th to my baby wonie 🥺, wishing you the best for this milestone of your life 💕

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"take pictures of me"

a high pitched voice alerts you at once, and it's unfortunately too cute for you to ignore each time he asks you that same phrase when you have a polaroid camera in your hands.

at any chance he gets.

you don’t mind it now, already getting used to the times when Jungwon would just come up to you for basically anything. in the past, you used to question why he acts like this towards you when he doesn’t to others. you’ve grown fond of him, his habits rather but that doesn’t mean that you don’t whisk him away each time he’s near you, be it during lunch or after school clubs.

he’s not hard to love really, with the way he cares for someone and how thoughtful he is in everything that he does, it’s no wonder that anyone would immediately fall in love with him easily.

not you, or yet you think. you’re not really sure at this point though your heart does this weird thing whenever he says your name these days. what’s strange is that you’ve known this as a sign since you’ve fallen in love before but you couldn’t figure out why you’ve been resisting it.

it’s definitely a you problem, not his but you don’t know what to do.

lunch is the only time where you can do this. developing the pictures from your polaroid which mostly consist of Jungwon posing cutely in each of them. honestly, you’ve been questioning why cause really could’ve deleted them but here you are instead, just because he’s been asking about it.

he was adamant about needing to have his own copies since he loves posting on socials.

and you, for whatever reason eventually complied, even choosing to do it now and here at school of all times.

looking at them one by one right now, you reminisce the times Jungwon made your heart race as you pick each one of the polaroid pictures. your heart races even more which freaks you out again even though you’re alone in this empty classroom so no one’s here to see you like this.

you’re dumb. really dumb for doing your best to not fall in love with him because it’s pointless. no one could blame you really with the amount of immature guys your age but Yang Jungwon’s different.

it’s funny how you’ve only realized it now, though you can’t exactly pinpoint when it started since you may have been feeling something for him without realizing it. this is not even complicated unlike your previous ones and you’re surprisingly loving the vibe of it, the feeling of falling in love.

you must’ve been staring at them intently that you didn’t realize someone was entering the room and sneaking up on you.

“do you finally love me?” the very familiar voice asks behind you and you let out a surprise shriek, getting up from the chair to give some distance from him.

“what the hell!” you’re not really annoyed but more so mortified that he, out of all people caught you at this kind of vulnerable moment.

“answer the question y/n~” he starts as he leans a bit, tilting his head with a playful smile which you find very adorable.

and now you’re having a hard time suppressing the urge to smile back, hoping your face is not obvious but you already couldn’t look Jungwon in the eye.

"uh, what makes you say that?" you ask, trying to subdue your nerves by talking as calmly as you can as you return your gaze to him, to those very beautiful eyes of his.

eyes that caught yours in the first place.

"you have that look in your eyes..." he tells you with a teasing lilt in his voice, eyes shifting to his polaroid pictures laying on the desk.

what look dammit. is he really gonna make you confess right now—

"it's okay to admit it y/n…” he adds before looking back at you, eyes searching for something, probably a confirmation so you shoot him a glare in return. it’s a facade really to hide your embarrassment but it washed away quickly when you heard him say "i love you back anyways" quietly.

you were so stunned at his sudden declaration that you didn’t even realize he ran away before you could confront him about it.

so silly, you chuckle at his antics.

you’re debating if you should follow him or not but before you can decide, the bell rang so you had to hurry out to not miss the next period.

after your last class of the day, you immediately ditch your friends to look for Jungwon. they didn’t mind, not even asking you why though they probably have an inkling already after seeing you being restless at class earlier.

you have to catch Jungwon before he goes home, cause you might not be able to do this after today. fortunately, to your relief he’s still here, sitting by the benches outside with two of his close friends.

approaching their table, you dropped his polaroid pictures without a word which surprised everyone at the table, but not much for Jungwon.

he never thought you’d approach him first because it’s always been the other way around but he should’ve seen it coming when he ran away from you earlier. he wonders why you’re here other than the pictures, it couldn’t be just that, right?

“oh let’s look at these” his younger friend Riki suddenly picks one of the photos, looking at them with an amused smile.

for the first time, Jungwon feels shy because those pictures are specifically for you. he posed cutely in them for the sole purpose of wooing you but Riki’s like a younger brother to him since he only has an older sister so he doesn’t really mind. he met the latter from the dance club, easily befriending him when they both got closer due to being chosen to represent their school in the local dance competition against other schools.

“you look cute in them wonie!” his other friend, Sunoo adds, examining the rest of the pictures with adoration. he’s from a year above you both while Riki’s from a year below. but because Jungwon’s done summer school for some courses that made him pretty much more advanced than his peers, he’s sharing a few classes with Sunoo this school year.

“jungwon, can i talk to you for a minute?”

it’s already embarrassing to approach them this way when he’s clearly in some serious talks with his friends but you had no choice. it’s now or never.

“sure!” he turns to his friends excitedly, about to say goodbye but Sunoo smiles brightly at you both, returning the pictures on the table before grabbing the complaining Riki with him as they both leave to let you guys talk.

you smile gratefully in return, waving at them as they leave. you wouldn’t want those two to witness whatever more embarrassing things you might say to their friend. those two are already known in your school with Sunoo having quite a lot of friends and Riki’s status due to his dance achievements but you’ve never really talked to them before.

facing Jungwon now, you watch the challenging look in his eyes. but you didn’t miss the knowing smile, hoping it’s not because he already knew what all this is going to be.

“can you be my valentine?” you say as fast as you can to fight your increasing heartbeat. the nerves did go away when his smile turned into shock.

your question did surprise Jungwon a lot. he thought that you were here to talk about his quick confession earlier but he didn’t think that you’d ask him this.

he was actually planning a grandiose proposal to ask you even knowing that you could reject him.

but somehow Jungwon’s assured that you won’t. he’s indeed been annoying and clinging to you since the beginning of last year to get your attention but you’ve been softening to him lately so he’s confident and he was right.

“can you be mine too?”

“i asked first”

“well, i was going to ask you” he countered. “that’s why i was talking to Sunoo-hyung and Riki” he added.

“oh” you pause, nodding in understanding as a genuine smile appears on your face but your eyes hold that mischievous glint that Jungwon immediately recognized.

“but now you ruined it” he continues, now sulking a bit with his lips jutting out which made you laugh a little.

"how could i ruin it when it's for me?" you deadpan, your tone and smile teasing him further, causing his face to slowly become red.

"you asked me first and i said yes first so mine's more valid than yours," he says indignantly, huffing as he looks away from you which you find cute.

“okay wonie, let’s see how grand this surprise of yours is” you relent, stepping closer to him before planting a quick peck on his cheeks, making Jungwon’s eyes widen.

the boy’s totally flustered, which erupts another hearty giggle from you. he never thought you’d call him that let alone kiss him so he’s having a mix of delight and content of you reciprocating his feelings.

“i love you won” you add softly, looking sincerely into his eyes before walking away, leaving him still speechless at where he’s standing.

maybe it’s too early to tell him that but with how long you’ve been repressing this feeling, you’re pretty sure this time that it's certainly more than just a crush.

e/n: idk how i wrote this really cuz this is so out of my comfort zone since it's the first time that i've written an only fluff fic so i hope it's okay 😅. btw i based OC's inner turmoil on pola XD

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mvniro · 5 months

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. . . (🍷) ֶָ֢ 𔓘 MY GOOD GIRL, ONLY FOR ME ; a edogawa ranpo fic. ❞

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . ahhhh, hope that one user who i bonded with over the comments finds this fic again. ranpo brainrot 24/7.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . tw ; rich!ranpo, tease!ranpo,fem!reader, sideshow, daddy issued reader, nsfw, backshots, creampie, raw sex, hair pulling, jaw gripping, biting, dumbification of reader by ranpo but in a adoring way, ranpo calls reader "my dumb girl" lovingly, ranpo calls reader's father as "daddy dearest" in mockery, ranpo is just a sexy lover, ranpo owns a porche, ranpo honestly has sugar daddy potential, fucking on top of the car hood and yeah, that's all i remember.

time is a lie, an illusion. the more you try to understand how it works, the more lost you find yourself.

for how else can you explain the exact same feeling clawing at your heart which did two years ago; as you sniffle, not wanting to cry in the midst of a lone road and so you dig your nails into your forearm, biting your lip.

it is when the porche stops and the door to the passenger's side opened without a word or moment of hesitance, that you practically leapt inside the expensive car, throwing yourself into the arms of the man who chuckled, affectionately rubbing your lower back, a bit too low to not be considered it being intimate but the man has always been too smart and so were his actions, he knew what he was doing. he always does.

"there there, has the good girl fought with her daddy dearest again?" his voice came out as a mockery yet this is how he of all people showed his fondness.

ranpo is a man of mystery no matter how easy going or childish he makes himself appear.

"i just don't understand him! i do everything to make him proud yet the more i try, the more i raise situations he can use against me."

hands removed your leather jacket which belonged to him, soothed you like no other as the black tank top with thin straps did the perfect job of leaving you exposed for ranpo and the latter smirked upon seeing goosebumps on your shoulder, his warm hands just feeling right on your cold and exposed skin.

"didn't i tell you? no matter what you do, your father will never look at you as something more then a nuisance, a responsibility." ranpo moved to lean near your ear as he whispered this, his breath hot as it hit the shell of your ear and you gulp when you feel ranpo's hand circle around your lower waist to reach for the door handle behind you and close the car door as you didn't care enough to do so.

"i know and i am sorry! but i just want my father to feel proud of me." you mutter in an almost non distinguishable voice but ranpo still understands and he sits properly, placing his hand on the steering wheel and tapping on the leather as he side glanced at you.

"does the good girl crave praises from her daddy dearest?" ranpo smirked but you aren't in the state to find offense in his words as you nod, looking down as you pinch on your black skirt with your thumb and index finger.

"just wanna be good and go back to how we were before but at this point, it's not a dream but a delusional i am desperately trying to make a reality." you answer, your tone somber, ranpo didn't like it. he doesn't like seeing you sad.

doesn't like how you are looking down at your bouncing legs and not at him, how your lips part to exhale and inhale shaky breaths as you try not to cry for the only time you should actually cry is when he is fucking you dumb.

ranpo hums and clicked his tongue, hand extending to grasp your chin between his index finger and thumb ; he guided your chin to look at him.

"wanna go somewhere fun to get your mind off of this?" he winked and oh who were you but a naive little girl walking into danger?

but is it really danger if this is all that is helping you from sinking into the thin sheet of despair.

for falling into despair and rising from it isn't as hard as it is to fall into what comes after despair.

and why even risk falling into such melancholy which will turn you inconsolable when the man next to you exists?

when he has always been the one escape from your woeful father?

"if it isn't a bother." you smiled at ranpo who playfully scoffed, focusing his eyes on the road ahead as the car roared to life.

"you are never a bother to me so don't even think about stuff like that, yeah? keep your dumb, preety mind occupied by me and not these thoughts." ranpo huffed, finding it offensive (not really, the man just had a habit of being dramatic at every given moment) how you still feel as if him hurrying out of his room, making sure his hair looks good in the rear view mirror of his car as he waits for you, occasionally glancing at the many candies and snacks plus a few not so influential stuff anxiously -- he isn't doubting his mind, he knows you are bound to like it, he is doubting his skin which turns a soft pink everytime you compliment him, a job.

ranpo turned his body to reach for the plastic bag on the back seat, dropping it gently on your lap and tilting his head towards it as a indication for you to eat or surf through the stuff he bought while only having you in mind, after taking a strawberry flavored lollipop for himself that is.

your eyes always found the most trivial task 'hot' when ranpo was the one doing it just like how him unwrapping the lollipop got you gulping, imagining him unlayering you the same way, only with one hand for he finds it tiresome and a waste of time to use two hands when he knows only one hand -- hell even one nod is enough and you'll undress for him yourself, is enough.

the way he holds the stick of the lollipop and pushes the ball of sweetness inside his mouth is how you imagine him treating your breasts, he slightly opened his mouth to swirl his tongue around the lollipop and you felt your core clenching around nothing, quickly looking down at the bag on your lap and not only is your core warm now but so is your heart.

and as he began to drive the car towards where he was informed tonight's side show will be held, he can't help but tap the knuckles of his free hand on your thighs, not feeling guilty as you gulp down an entire bottle of some alcohol containing drink he didn't bother to know the name of, he doesn't prefer them anyway but you do.

and is he really ranpo if he doesn't put your comfort over his own? doesn't dance on thorns to see you smile, unaware of the thorns poking the soles of his feet and blood pouring out of it?

"where are ya taking me?" you mutter, taking another big sip from the glass bottle and ranpo hums, the feeling of touching your cold skin too overpowering but he knows he has to answer, he can see the way you are blinking more then you do normally, he always does see every minute detail which any ordinary person does not.

"don't ask too much questions, you'll know when we are there dumb girl of mine." ranpo sighs fondly, the nickname feeling just right on his tongue, "would you mind telling me what happened with daddy dearest this time?"

he takes the lollipop out of his mouth which glistens and you turn your head to admire the outside scenery.

"don't wanna study the course he wants me to. i thought we would have some kind of compromising from both sides, i worked my ass off to end into the university he wanted me too -- so don't i get to have the liberty to choose what i want to pursue now?" your voice slightly raises as you speak but you notice it, sadly, not before ranpo does, and you try to calm yourself.

"so in anger, i told him i would rather just end up as a stripper and we had a fight, he said this is all he has left to see . . . to see his daughter on the lap of a rich yet old geezer as i smooch off of him and i stormed out of the house after this and yeah, then i called you and now we are here." you shrug, wanting to portray the image that you don't care about your father's words, his approval and his opinions but the very man sitting beside you is the same man who has seen you cry as you rant about your father more times then you would like to admit to.

"tell daddy dearest you won't be sitting on the lap of a old geezer," ranpo spoke after keeping his silence all this while and when you turn your head to stare at him, perplexed, your breath is caught in your chest at the sight of ranpo staring straight ahead yet with a charming smirk on his face, lollipop stick between his teeth as he licked the candy.

ranpo slightly turns his head to look at you, winking, "you will be sitting on my lap."

ranpo may not be an ordinary human but he is still a human or else why hasn't he bended you on the hood of his car and fucked you dumb yet?

you clear your throat, sudden shyness crawling inside your brain and making you look down, biting your lip to resist the smile from spreading on your face -- you don't know why, but you feel if you smiled now, you would be the most vulnerable ranpo has ever seen you yet he already has or else how would he know what buttons are to be pushed at what time to stimulate the most satisfying reaction.

"anyways, i think you should move out. like for once and for all, of course you should keep on visiting him, my dumb girl loves her daddy dearest too much to abandon him but," ranpo pauses to run his hand through his bangs, brushing them to the side before he continues again, "living in your own place will give you the peace you yearn for, it isn't worth to live with someone you love on the expense of your mental health. your mental health affects your physical health too."

at times like this, ranpo's voice drops a few octave and loses the childish and playful element it normally holds, the arrogance in his voice now and at normal times can be explained with a simple example of this being the way a man who is far too different from the world, excelling in every field, talks and at those normal times is of a genius too humble to be on the high horse presents himself as easy going.

"yeah, but the thing is, i don't know if i should go with my own wishes or his -- he has been right all along and even if it sucked at first, i always ended up being grateful for listening to him in the end--" ranpo shuts you up by pulling the lollipop out of his mouth and shoving it in your mouth, forcing you to be aware of the sweet taste of the candy covered in his saliva and you know you are weird for this but the thought itself makes you want to moan out, though you don't.

rather you focus your eyes on ranpo, the way he likes it.

"listen, life isn't a project you need to submit which always expects you to get good results, it's a . . . personal hobby. you do right? good for you. you do wrong? better luck next time. in most cases, not always but most, you will not die if the decision you made is wrong. sure there will be consequences and pain as well but the satisfaction you'll get when your next decision was taken while keeping the downfall of the previous one in mind? that feeling is better then any alcoholic drink and even more addicting for its just as short, leaving you wanting for more. this is why we strive for success, for the short termed satisfaction, living your life your way has a very similar purpose."

you nod, paying your utmost attention to his words as you pull the lollipop out of your mouth to see it covered in your saliva, you take a deep breath, finding his words easy to understand before once again putting the very small ball of lollipop again in your mouth.

you hum to let him know you somewhat agree with his words, the remaining part of you is still in fear but ranpo knows you'll once again ponder on his words, once when you are all alone in the unhealthy hours of night when you should be sleeping.

ranpo spares you a short glance, heart jumping in his ribcage as he sees you staring out of the window, your cheek puffed up due to you keeping the lollipop in such a position.

"my sweet sweet girl, i could just eat you up." ranpo cooed before he announced, "we are here,"

and you immediately look at the front for only one sole reason, to hide your flustered state from his keen eyes but when you look back at him with eyes wide in awe, you see the smirk on his face which just told you all you need to know, he had seen it, the way arousal is choking and forcing your breath down your throat, not letting you breath freely.

up front, many cars are parked, cars never interested you much but were rather a complex topic so you never bothered to put much effort to know about it but yet by one glance, you knew most of these cars present here were expensive ; on another side the ground was reserved by cool looking motorcycles and bikes and the automobiles formed a kind of border inside which stood many spectators and participants from what you could muster up yet why were there tire prints on the asphalt in the shape of a semi circle?

your question was answered when you see one car driving to the centre at full speed before it begins to drift, the screeching of the tire, the dust flying in the air, the flashing of cameras and phones and the people cheering all made you stare at the scene infront with wide eyes filled to the brim with awe and amazement for you had never seen such a sight like this.

this is the place between day and night, reality and imagination and ah, dangerous, but these adjectives can be used to describe the man next to you too and you know that as long as you are within ranpo's reach, he would find a way to always protect you so why not enjoy the moment?

"is this where you come to every night?" your voice sounds soft and quiet admist the rowdy crowd and ranpo nods, driving further and away from the small show which stole your attention.

"well not every night but most nights." ranpo corrects you, humming in disinterest as he perhaps only spared a single glance to the various stuff going on and continued on driving till he found what he was searching for ; the heart of the side show. you never bothered to ponder about how those people would feel who don't have ranpo's green pupils on them for the majority of the time they are with him, you'll never be one of them anyway so why worry about something so trivial according to ranpo.

in exactly the middle of the empty roads used for today's side show stood many, many people and behind them just as many cars were parked.

ranpo picks your abandoned leather jacket and placed it on your shoulders and none of you miss the way he lets his fingertips drag across your skin while doing so yet none of you speak about it as well. he leaned close to you; you gulped when you felt his chest brush against your arm as he moved to open the door on your side for you before sitting properly again and taking the plastic bag still filled with snacks due to the quantity he bought them in, placing them on the back seats once again.

"out." ranpo grins as he commanded you and you chuckle, feeling a lot better and once again internally appreciating ranpo for having this effect on you which can make you feel better when with him no matter how sad you were before, dropping the lollipop stick on the ground before you stepped on it, stepping out of the porche.

the cold air hits your skin and litters it with goosebumps and you waste no time in wearing your leather jacket again, it certainly did help your upper torso from being attacked by the merciless cold breezes. ranpo steps out of the car, and you feel him inhaling a deep breath before he begins walking over to you and pulled you closer to him by the back of your leather jacket.

he stood behind you and encircled your waist with his arms, pulling you closer to him and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, sighing in content, clasping his hands together to have you caged against him.

"shit, today's preety chilly, you sure you won't freeze, my dumb girl? want me to warm you up?" ranpo teased but you did not answer, rather your focus was stolen by the people who cheered as they circled something.

"what's happening over there?" your curiosity can't be hidden as you tilt your head back to look up at ranpo.

"wanna see? let me feed your curiosity, dumb girl." ranpo whispered, there is this urge in him to touch you and so he does by separating his joined hands, he raised his hand to your neck and trailed his middle finger down your throat before sighing as if annoyed by whatever intrupted him, which in this case happened to be his desire to give you everything and anything you ask for, ranpo's hand came to rest on your hip as he pulled you alongside him towards the circle of people to let your eyes drown in the scene unfolding.

but he knows you won't be paying your utmost attention to the scene as his thumb is rubbing circles on your hip, pressing hard against the fabric of the skirt to let you be aware of his movements, and if you didn't look at the scene in front, you would have certainly fed ranpo's satisfaction by looking flustured, the way he likes it.

there were two cars -- again, you didn't know a single thing about them but that didnt stop you from admiring the way they were drifting -- the entire scene looked so cool with dust flying off with the circular motion of the car, the first car had some kind of gang flag on it which waved when the wind hits it while from the second car, a guy hanged from the window of the passenger's seat, waving his hand to get the crowd to cheer on, looking like a dj who is controlling the beats with his hand only, this place is far more exciting then a club can ever be.

your lips parted in awe and ranpo who didn't deem the scene as amazing or wonderful as you as he rather preferred to stare down at you and your amusing expressions, didn't waste any time before he gently shoved his finger inside your mouth, leaning near you to whisper,

"i can see the admiration in your eyes, does this look cool to your dumb brain, hm?" ranpo whispered in your ear, voice dropping down a few octaves yet again as he couldn't help but chuckle a bit when you swirled your tongue around his finger before he jerked it out of your mouth, reaching between your thighs and rubbing his finger between your thighs before once again backhugging you as he placed his chin on your shoulder.

"can you do this too?" you ask, eyes not daring to look away from the cars infront of you for only one reason, you don't have the courage to look at ranpo whose head is tilted towards you.

"i can do much cooler stuff." ranpo scoffed, finding your words offending in a playful way and he made sure to let you realise it by biting down on your shoulder, the warm and wet feeling of his teeth lightly sinking on your shoulder made you gasp and your eyes wandered around to see if anyone noticed or not but a fact you aren't aware of is that even if someone did notice you two, they chose to pretend not to for as sweet and caring ranpo is to you he is just as dangerous and arrogant to the others.

"eyes at the front or are you too dumb to do this?" the low tone of his made your stomach churn with desire as you felt yourself grow embarrassed for liking the way he talks to you, the wetness between your legs becoming even more evident to you.

"how dare you, my dumb girl, compare me to these idiots? are you trying to live up to your nickname?" ranpo's hot breath hitting the shell of your ear is something you never knew could turn you on but then again, with ranpo, normal logic disappears to give way to desire.

the dust flying caused by the cars flew into your eyes and you hissed, closing your eyes and instinctly taking a step back, ass bumping into ranpo's crotch slightly.

"can't even trust you to stay safe. my dumb girl really can't function without me, can she?" ranpo rasped out, grabbing your nape with his hand gently and guiding you to tilt your head up to see your eyes painfully screwed shut and with a tut leaving his lips, ranpo's fingerpad trailed from your cheekbone to your temple as he caressed it.

"open your eyes, sweet girl." ranpo sweetly instructed, he knew how to push you absolutely over the edge, picking at you one moment and then caressing you the next, giving you absolutely everything at your fingertip then snatching it from you till you had begged him enough, satisfied him enough.

upon opening your teary eyes due to the dust particles entering your eyes, you definitely didn't think the sight greeting you would be the visibility of desire in the form of blush on ranpo's cheeks nor his teeth pressing down on his bottom lip.

how cute you look, looking up at him with so much trust and admiration as if you trust him with your life, as if you are a worshipper looking up at her god. you were absolutely essential for ranpo and his ego, he feasted upon you and your awe for him.

ranpo, unlike you, doesn't relish or tries to find replicated pleasure and happiness in alcohol but he can understand your occasional dependency on them for he feels the addiction he has with your praises and wooing you with his intelligence to be the same you feel towards alcohol.

you blinked a few times to get the dust out of your eyes before ranpo decided to tease you by blowing at your eyes, his warm breath hitting your eyelid made your heart stop before it unexpectedly thumped in your chest, hearing ranpo snicker only made you clench your thighs together to feel the very short lasting moment of pleasure, to add to the arousal beginning to demand your attention are ranpo's eyes which stared down as you gulped before you parted your lips to let out the words which your desire and carnal dominated mind lured you into speaking,

"why are you so offended? maybe you should show me if you really are better then them." were you adding gasoline to the fire of desire or to the passion in your own heart? you aren't sure.

but ranpo was.

your teeth sinking into your bottom lip to restrain a smile from spreading onto your lips was a give away that you are begging for him to put you in your place.

"your mouth should be opened only to sing praises for me." ranpo pretended to sigh tiredly before he stood straight, his fingers clasping around your forearm as he began to pull you away from the crowd and towards his car, he glanced at you over his shoulder, smirking arrogantly when he saw the small ounce of confusion swirling in your eyes, "what? as you said, i will show you why you sing praises for me."

you bite your bottom lip but only nod, excited yet you wondered how and what he would do and like the gates of a dam being busted open, ranpo suddenly became aware of the sweatbeads on his nape which trailed down slowly, the expression on your face looked so sweet for him to not ruin. no, he had to ruin it, ruin you. and hence, ranpo increased his pace, dragging you with him.

once his car was in his vicinity, ranpo didn't waste a second in unlocking the car, opening the passenger's door and nearly pushing you inside it, your back hits the seat and you gulp again, if ranpo could take away your nervousness then he is also the one who can install nervousness ten times greater then the previous one in you.

he grabbed the roof of the car with his hand and leaned down to look at you, still smirking though the traces of frustration could be seen peeking out behind his very practiced and perfected lazy looking eyes.

"inside the car and don't make me repeat myself." ranpo gritted his teeth, smirking angrily, most likely due to the pain of his sudden restriction of movements and appearance of boner after seeing your leather jacket sliding off your shoulder, your clueless eyes on him making him feel as if he is the only one alive right now, lord, it's all too much for him to not loose control.

upon feeling strands of your hair falling infront of your hair and blocking your vision, you try to blow on it and that's all ranpo needed to be pushed over the realm of his self control.

"fuck," ranpo tilted his head back, breathlessly chuckling, aware of the desire pulsating through his body and its bony and nimble fingers trailing up and down ranpo's chest before stopping at his lower abdomen.

ranpo had practically slammed the car door shut as he hurried to walk and enter the driver's seat, carelessly and loudly closing the door on his side too before putting the keys in the ignition of the car.

he stepped on the pedal but your mind did not allow you to focus on the details of how ranpo began to driver further straight, away from the crowd for all you could focus on was the dent in his pants, the wetness between your own panties and the short living pleasure you are getting from bouncing one of your legs while your thighs are clenched together.

he always does this, ranpo is not a man of seduction but the god of arousal, he isn't a mere human who teases you here and there and leaves you to pleasure yourself at night with your imagination, he makes sure to toy with your carnal desires to such an extent that it becomes painfully obvious, you become desperate to an embarrassingly high degree and makes sure your desires for him clutch you in such a way that your measly imagination couldn't even touch the walls of satisfaction in you, the walls which will only be broken when ranpo himself decides to initiate and leave his touches on you.

like a snake, ranpo parks the car, pulling the key out before he got out of it, not even looking at you because how can he when he is in immediate need of fresh and cold air hitting and controlling his hot and sweaty skin. the fire of desire only increased however and so did his frustration caused by arousal when he saw you still sitting in the car, eyes following his every move as you waited for his instructions and as much as his heart swelled at how adorably you behave, his dick throbbed just as painfully and demanded his attention, demanded to be shoved into you and make you cry out.

ranpo doesn't waste time in walking over to your side, grabbing the door handle with his slightly shivering fingers and pushing the door open to see you, he grabs you thigh to pull you towards him, the feeling of his fingers around your thigh makes you unconsciously clench your thighs and by this gesture of your shyness infront of him, you had also trapped his hand between both of your thighs.

"out now, preety girl. i'll make you scream tonight." ranpo doesn't claim but predicts the future, your future which he has written.

you step out of the car, almost leaping out with the way ranpo was pulling your thigh, only leaving your skin when you had stepped out of the car and immediately crashes his lips on yours, pushing you against the door of the car to close it by using your body weight as the force as his greedy hands extends upwards to fondle with your boobs; you gasp, then try to push your clevage forwards more and giving him an open invitation to play with you however way he might want to.

ranpo's teeth lightly grazes your bottom lip before he licked it and began to suck on it.

ranpo did not separate from your mouth but pulled you away from the car door by taking steps backwards, hands latched onto your waist to make sure you have no choice but to be extremely close to him and for that you had to walk with him too, with each step he took back, he made you take a step forward -- in perfect harmony.

it was when ranpo felt his back hitting against the hot hood of his car when he separated from your mouth, a thin trail of saliva connecting both of your lips before ranpo leaned in again to peck your lips.

in the short moment in which he spared you with mercy, you were able to, from your peripheral vision, make out that you two are currently standing at a deserted spot and not many would come here judging by the poor conditions of the streetlights, many of which aren't even working.

not that anyone would want to miss the side show to come to this abandoned area but when has ranpo ever been just a mere 'anyone', ranpo's thinking starts where the thinking of a normal humans ends, there are no limits to him and his intellect.

"gonna be a good girl for me?" ranpo's lips brush past yours with each word he spoke, raising his eyes to peek up at your expression but not bothering to raise his head and move away from the comfort of your lips molding against his had made you hump against his leg between your thighs for the man had been leaning back on the hood of the car with only one purpose -- to check when the temperature of the hood dropped enough to deem comfortable for you.

you could only hum in response as the man had you in a chokehold ; in his chokehold but to ranpo's ears, your hum sounded a bit too close to a whine and it made blood rush to his dick once again, urging for his immediate attention.

fortunately for ranpo, the hood had dropped the temperature and he immediately, without a warning, turned you two around to shift your positions.

"then fucking show me." ranpo almost growled, hands abandoning your waist to grab your hip and twirl you, turning you around before he placed his palm flat against your back and pushed you down on the hood of his car.

your chest pressed against the hood of the car or how anyone coincidently walking in could catch you two in this position was the least of your concern; ranpo pushed your skirt up and immediately chuckled at the wetness evident through your laced panties, finger hooking the waistband but he doesn't pull on it yet.

"be a good girl for me and take it all, yeah?" ranpo makes sure to hear your opinion before he begins, mind not too clouded by desire to turn a deaf ear to your feelings.

"please, give it to me, give it all. you know i can take it." you beg once the moderate hotness of the hood began to inflict pleasure on whatever part of your upper body is exposed.

"yeah, my dumb girl can take me, i am sure." ranpo growled again, primitive stage of carnal desires taking over his entire body and he leaned forwards, you could feel the shape of his painfully erected cock on the back of your thigh as ranpo had leaned forwards and towards your ear, "and even if she can't, i'll make her take me, yeah? would you like that?"

ranpo's lip part to let his wet appendage out, licking the shell of your ear and allowing you to feel the sensation of his warm tongue which left your ear shell wet and immediately the same spot which ranpo licked was attacked by the merciless cold breezes of the night, coating your ear with a slight coldness.

you were not sure to whether appreciate the warm hood under you which embraces your body or ranpo's light and feather like nibbling on your earlobe or if you should try to wiggle a bit and use your luck, seeing if you could feel the shape of his shaft on your asscheeks but before you could even apply your luck, ranpo grunted, a hand reaching down to hold the back of your thigh to hold you in place. any and every movement is painful for him, he could feel your skirt brushing against his groin as his hypersensitivity only raised and raised.

ranpo hisses through his gritted teeth, hands slithering along your skin from the plush of your ass to your inner thigh to incredibly close to your cunt, just near the hem of your panties.

"please fuck me ranpo!" your voice raises, begs after begs leaving your lips were the gasoline fueling ranpo's fire of his ego and desire and in just one yet precise movement, ranpo pulled your panties down, letting them hang on your knees as he looked down to see your slick evident on them, he snickered yet again, never getting bored of your pathetic display of desire for him, rather, with each time ending, he craves more and more for the next one. be it in any way, sexual or romantic.

ranpo's fingertip, is cold like the rest of his finger, courtesy of the chilly night wind, it glides easily against your already wet cunt, tracing the outline of your outer lips before he enters the same cold finger inside of your entrance, letting you feel the coldness clinging onto his finger and letting your cunt warm it as he thrusts in and out of you.

a moan breaks through you, the initial intrusion inside your wet and hot cunt bringing you nothing but pleasure on a high scale which only increases at an impressing rate when ranpo adds in a second finger.

both the fingers -- the index and middle finger thrusts in you, curling and twisting inside to produce more and more pleasure to you only for the result which consists of you shamelessly moaning out his name, crying out in pleasure, begging him to not stop, to utterly ruin you to his liking.

and it is when ranpo begins to strech you out by scissoring you that you realise the man behind you is the owner to deep, deep patience and self control because if only you could look over your shoulder, you would be able to see how hard ranpo is glaring down, mesmerized by his two digits knuckles deep in you before he pulls them out to see your slick and wetness running down the length of his fingers and onto his palm.

a particular breeze hitting your bare cunt had made you gasp and ranpo took the chance to tease you, leaning down, pulling his fingers out till only the tip was inside you, he had tilted his head down to whisper in your ear, lips brushing your earlobe.

"you look cold, let me warm you up, yeah? you want me to warm you up, dumb girl?" ranpo chuckled when you nodded for he could just close his eyes and picture your reaction but nevertheless, he did what he wanted to push you over the edge as the live reactions you showed are always better then when he lets his imagination run free and loose.

ranpo thrusted both of his fingers inside you again, the squelching sound as your cunt drowned his fingers in it made you bite your lip, your brain not exactly realizing how filthy you two would look to anyone accidently walking in for whenever ranpo worked on you, he did it in such way where your attention would be only on him and the pleasure he inflicts on you

his other hand which was on your back till now to ensure it was arched properly, left its spot on the centre of your back to fiddle with his belt.

you heard the metal click, then felt ranpo pulling his fingers out and wiping them on your inner thigh and only a matter of one minute later, your body shuddered in excitement for his tip rubbed against your edges, trying to gather as much slick as it could to work in the place of lube to ensure that extra safe entry inside you because even if ranpo liked seeing you choke on his dick, stutter absolute nonsense while being on his dick and cry as he fucks you, ranpo only likes it when he knows those acts are done due to the unbearable pleasure, not pain.

for as cold ranpo is to others, he is just as attentive to you; for as uninterested ranpo is with the way his family runs their business, with the way the eyes of most higher class people and successful companies are on him, he is just that interested in you and knowing about your day even if most are the same boring routine.

for just the same way he is seen as a desirable bachelor in the upper class society, ranpo desires you the same way, lusts after you the way many lust over him.

and the way humankind loves to be treated as god, to walk into mouths of danger and doom in the name of betterment of the human race, ranpo loves you the same way.

"please fuck me ranpo! please let me forget about everything else but your dick inside me . . . please do me, i just wanna be your's tonight!" your begging reaching ranpo's ears were the symphony of angels themselves, you were the world class maestro and ranpo was the spectator, always at awe of you and the way you controlled the orchestra which is him, his mind, his heart, his soul.

you hadn't noticed him rubbing his dick on your inner thigh, too absorbed in your begging, your act of submission, your desire to please him until you felt him ramming inside you with such force that it made you jerk forwards.

"for tonight? preety girl is so fucking focused on wanting to get fucked that she forgot how to speak? yeah?" ranpo tsked, hand coming up to grab both of your wrist and pinning them above your head, on the hood of the car as he thrusts in and out without a break for even a single second because ranpo is just as cruel as he is kind.

just as insecure as he is arrogant and just as inexperienced in love as mature in life.

your cheek planted against the hood of the expensive car, wrists pinned above your head and ranpo's free hand reaching forwards to rub your clit with a touch so gentle that you can't even feel it fully is making sure you don't stop, moaning after moaning, whimpers after whimpers and cries after cries, you are the instrument ranpo is intended on performing the entire night and this mini concert of him for him should not be stopped for even a moment.

well not atleast till you are not you but a putty under ranpo, tired beyond understanding but still not giving up on chanting praises directed to him.

"you are not mine for tonight only. you are mine today, tomorrow and forever. ya hear me, you dumb thing? you belong to me, your place is beside me till i take my last breath. have it drilled into your dumb little mind." ranpo gritted out and his thrusts also got harder, violent and quicker, the force of them was enough to jerk your body forwards before he suddenly slows down, opting for slow yet deep thrusts.

his tip hits that one gummy spot which has you nearly screaming and with the next thrust, his rubbing on your nub got faster, ranpo dropped his head on your shoulder, lips next to your mouth to let you hear his gasps and pants, the sound sounding even more hotter when combined with the wet and skin on skin sounds.

ranpo's grip on your wrists tightened and he leaned his head down to bite down on your shoulder again but he didn't bother to be gently or playful now, oh no, this time it's his raw desires which will be left imprinted on your skin for days so that whenever your eyes fall on this mark, this stamp of his ownership on you, you can't help but think of tonight and desperately try your best to re live this night but both him and you know that only he can give you the same pleasure again.

ranpo's thrusts are precise, he knows when to go fast and when to slow down to make sure you loose your mind, letting you get close to having an orgasm and as he felt your walls clenching around his cock, he stopped for a few seconds before restarting his thrusts in a slower pace.

"please, please, let me cum! ranpo, pleas -- aah." to put an end to your begging for he knows he won't be listening to them now, ranpo had sinked his teeth down on the side of your neck, making you moan in pain due to being bitten but the pleasure of his tongue which worked at the same time to dampen your skin.

"dumb girl only cares about cumming huh? well, sweet girl, i have sad news for you." ranpo speaks against your neck with faux sadness though the grin on his face showed he is anything but sad, "you don't get to cum till i say so, you will listen to me right? you will listen and continue to be my good girl right?" ranpo croaked out.

"y-yeah." you sniffed, the way you could feel yourself reaching the edge, the knot of your stomach about to come undone many times only for ranpo to stop, to snatch your bliss away from you before giving you the same bliss again and once again, snatching it. it's like a game for him, watching your eyes roll back and lips part open as your pussy clenches tightly around him before he plays his mean joke to watch you practically deflate like a balloon only for him to inflate you again.

it was pleasurable but frustrating too, leading tears to pool in your eyes, lips pouty as you gasped and whimpered and this was the sight that ranpo deemed as a delight, the coolness for his eyes, to see you so bothered because of him, for him.

and finally, after rejecting you of your orgasm for the fourth time, ranpo finally decided to have pity on you only because he wanted to cum too and watch you loose your mind over him.

he hoists one of your legs upwards so that your knee is planted on the hood of the car, knowing his dumb girl is too fucked and deep in pleasure to balance herself and so he takes it upon himself to make sure you remain in this new position by having a firm grip on the back of your knee, nails digging into your skin and leaving crescent marks but he knows you like it.

he has observed you tracing your fingers over the many marks he leaves on you with a shy smile on your face.

ranpo's thrust in this new position had you seeing stars and digging your nails into your palm, filling his time repeatedly abuse your g-spot, your body jerked forwards as you cry his name out, ranpo's hand holding your leg left you on your own.

"my good girl, hold yourself like this yeah?" he instructed and once he saw you nod though he doubts you had actually heard him properly, ranpo's hand wandered down to flick your bud before he rubbed it with his thumb, quickly and with urgency for nothing sounded more better then watching your body shake as you heavily orgasm around his cock, coating it with your cum.

"ranpo! ah, ah i am cumming ranpo! ranpo!" you close your eyes, moaning out as the knot in your stomach is stronger then ever and if you don't release this, you'll practically loose the strength in your body. the way his thumb rubbed your clit and the way his thrusts hitted at such an angle that that hitted your g-spot with gurantee had caused your voice to increase its frequency, your moans and mewls swallowing any other sound just the same way your pussy swallowed his dick.

"cum for me, now." ranpo demanded and this was the last tug on the knot in your stomach before it snapped in half and you loudly moaned, cumming hard.

your entire body shook but your lips remained parted as drool dripped down your chin and onto the expensive hood of his car, normally, you would be too nervous to even slam the door of his car yet now the nervousness and concerns don't appear in your brain for all your brain chooses to focus on is ranpo's grunts and soft gasps as he slams in and out of you, his hip hitting against your ass.

ranpo leans his mouth down to litter your shoulder which is the most accessible for him, with kisses as his thrusts are merciless and have an air of urgency to them.

he thrusts into you whose body went limp after the strong orgasm as if relaxing and trying to overcome the intense pleasure, again, inhaling sharply as thick ropes of white liquid shoots out of his cock and paints your walls as if painting you, his grip on your wrist tightening even more painfully and you feel like your bones will crack if not break if his grip tightness any more now.

"my good girl, so good for me." ranpo breaths out, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he cums, a soft whine relasing from his lips.

ranpo remained buried inside you for a minute or two before pulling out, pupils dilated at the sight of your pussy dripping with his cum mixed with your's, it was as if this sight is hypnotizing him; ranpo swiped some of the dripping cum with his index finger before stuffing it inside you and pulling your panties up.

"don't take it off, if you do, i'll teach you a lesson infront of everyone." the warning leaving his lips is humilatingly arousing as ranpo pulls you up by pulling your hair, turning you by your hip to face him again.

"you don't want anyone else seeing how dumb you are on my cock, do you?" ranpo raises his eyebrows, looking down at you with a smirk and something about the sight of you shaking your head, still barely in your senses with sweat covering your face made you look so cute and sweet that ranpo had no choice but to give in to his desire and lean down to kiss you, cupping your jaw and caressing it with him thumb before grabbing your jaw tightly.

"let me show ya just how better i am then those idiots you found cool and how better i am then that dumb old daddy dearest of your's." ranpo whispered against your lips, pecking it then abusing your lips by sucking on your bottom lip before he separated from you begrudgingly and guiding you towards the passenger's seat by your jaw which he hadn't released from his grip till now.

once you were seated inside the car, ranpo leaned inside to kiss the part he had in his grip, grabbing your hand and gently massaging your palm with his thumb.

"be my good girl, you always are, but still be on your best behavior, gonna take you back to mine and pamper you now, you gonna let me, preety girl?" ranpo had leaned a bit back to look at your face, admiring it like he does every time he meets you before staring into your eyes for his eyes speaks to your's on a level so intimate that it could not be described in words.

"if it isn't a bothe-" your words remained at the tip of your tongue when ranpo leaned in to peck your lips before he made himself clear.

"you are never a bother but my passion, not even a responsibility, ya hear me? you are my fucking passion. you will never be a bother to me ever so get it drilled in your preety, dumb brain."

you may have just been under ranpo just a few seconds ago, moaning and whimpering, but it's these gentle actions of his which actually gets you bashful to no limits for this is when the fragments of the wall he built for the world to perceive crumbles down, leading you to see the real ranpo edogawa in all his flesh and glory, the raw realness of the man who is hidden behind thick walls.

ranpo sighs fondly, gently flickering your forehead before he leans in again to capture your lips against his, addicted and at the mercy of his heart which follows you around like a lost puppy for ranpo edogawa has always been the man who bows down when in love.

and you have always been the one to make sure the ground beneath him is clean before he bowed to you because this is who you are at your core, ranpo's good girl.

━━━━━━━ 💋 end.

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seelestars · 8 months

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Hello. I was wondering if you could you write a platonic angst story where the reader is Blade's child. I was thinking usually the only thing that could calm Blade down when the mara flared up was Kafka's spirit whisper but what if being around the reader was also able to calm Blade down for some reason because Blade barely spends any time with the reader unless it's during one of his harsh training sessions and one night the reader decides enough was enough and started packing their stuff but they left behind their lucky weapon (that's your choice) and Blade found it the next morning.

➴ ✫ * ✧ BLADE EXCEPT HE COMMITS CHILD NEGLECT??

a/n : sorry if this isn’t the best .. i’ve only written angst a handful of times .. i tried my best w this llololo

he felt calm when he was near you, even though few words were exchanged between you two. it was almost as if you could communicate through your gazes at each other. there was a hidden fondness behind his cold eyes as he pat your head gently.

you loved him. but you didn’t understand why he had to do what he does.

“dad.. why do you have to be a stellaron hunter and do bad things…?” you asked once out of the blue while blade was training. he paused in his movements for a moment, tensing up at your question. he didn’t want to tell you, always wanting to protect your pure innocence with white lies. “it’s so dangerous and dad always gets hurt doing so.. why can’t we be normal?” you had a sad look on your face as you stared at him hopefully, wishing things were different. he sheathed his sword, walking up to you and letting out a sigh.

you were right in wondering so. …why couldn’t the two of you be normal?

no, that was a dumb question.

things could never be normal again after he got cursed with immortality. things were never going to be normal for you the moment you were born, as his child.

“it’s alright. no matter how dangerous things get, ill always protect you.” he mumbled to you, trying his best to soothe your worries. you were the most precious thing to him after all, what kind of father would he be if he were to tell you how much he was suffering just by being alive?

oh how naive you were by believing that. he’d always protect you, is what you told yourself constantly.

then why was he around you less and less?

you were heartbroken, wondering if you had done something to anger him terribly.

blade felt his heart clench as he watched you ask kafka about him from afar. he killed all of his emotions along with his past self. …so, why did he feel a tinge of sorrow when he sees how your oblivious self asked innocent questions? all of this was to protect you. to not endanger you with his presence. ..right?

“dad doesn’t care about me anymore..” you were currently sitting on the floor of your bedroom, hugging your knees to your chest as you sobbed and sniffled. your eyes felt puffy and sore the more you cried, your hands not doing a great job at wiping your tears.

and then you chose to make a decision.

a decision that was childish. but expected of you.

you decided to leave. to leave, to find comfort elsewhere. to find affection he no longer gave from others. you hurriedly shoved your belongings into a backpack, wanting to leave as soon as possible. to where? you didn’t know. you just knew you wanted to get out of here.

after you had finished gathering your belongings, you jumped through the window of the inn the stellaron hunters were temporarily staying at. it was late at night, so you doubt anyone was awake. trying your best to be as quiet and subtle as possible, you extended a rope down to the ground, using it to climb down from the window. the next morning, when the sun just rose, blade walked into your room while making sure his footsteps made minimal noise to not alert you. he had a habit of visiting you before you were awake, just to check on you. though he tried to distance himself from you, his love for you still made him worry about you.

but what he saw instead of your sleeping form shocked him.

you were gone.

the only things left were a mess of drawings on the floor. drawings that you made, depicting your happy moments with blade. his heart always secretly warmed whenever you showed them to him, even though he didn’t express it. upon further inspection, he spotted your wooden sword, causing memories to flash through his head.

“hehe, one day when I grow up.. I’ll be as good with the sword as you are!” visions of your younger self flashed through his mind, he remembered how impressed you were when he first allowed you to watch him train. so, he carved a small harmless wooden sword for you, even when his blacksmith days were in the past. you would constantly play with the wooden sword, pretending like you were fighting tough enemies with it. “hiiiiyah!” you had just won against him in your play fighting (because he let you). there was a small smile on his lips as he watched how proud you were over your victory.

he felt tears well up in the corners of his eyes as he reminisced on your old memories, and how you were gone now. did he go too far?

to become a weapon, he threw away all emotions and feelings he had. or so he thought.

when did he start crying?

…maybe this was the better choice. if you left him and eventually forgot about him, you wouldn’t have to bear the sorrow you would feel once he finally reaches the thing he had been pursuing.

death.

now, he can only hope that you will live a good and happy future, a future that should be very different from his. that was all he asked for. for you to have a fulfilling life and not to take the paths he took, so he could die knowing you were happy.

#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #blade x reader

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loserdiaz · 1 year

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"if you love me, you don't love me in a way i understand" pretty please?<3

my hand slipped and this ended up being a little longer than i hoped.

buck/eddie | 1k words | getting together

Buck is not dumb. He's not stupid. He's not oblivious.

Against popular belief, Buck knows that what Eddie and he have is not just friendship— he knows the way Eddie looks at him is not platonic.

He knows what Eddie's feelings are.

Buck knows they both have been dancing around this for a long time, too scared to make the first move, take the first step.

And he thinks he knows why Eddie hasn't done or said anything yet— he thinks he might, at least.

And Buck, well, he knows why himself hasn't done anything.

He doesn't understand what Eddie sees in him. He doesn't understand the way Eddie loves him.

Buck thinks relationships and love are meant to be fast paced; a wildfire that grows and burns until there's nothing but ashes. That’s what he’s had all his life. The rush. The adrenaline. The fire that burns him from inside out and consumes him until he can't breathe. The fast paced emotions and desires that burn hot and then burn out like what he does everyday at work. Something that’s meant to be short-lived with a flash of ecstasy. Something that gives him a thrill but then leaves him alone, feeling empty and hollow and used.

Buck is not used to the kind of love Eddie seems to give him sl freely, so naturally— as if Buck deserved it.

He doesn't.

Buck is hard to love— he's too loud sometimes, he can't shut the fuck up. He's selfish and annoying and—

People leave.

People always leave him.

So Buck is not used to that soft, tender kind of love that Eddie offers without even thinking about it. He's not used to being trusted so fully with the most precious of things (like Eddie's heart), he's not used to knowing looks and fond smiles that are reserved only for him. He's not used to the domesticity of hanging in the kitchen, cooking a meal for his family and laughing at stupid inside jokes while Chris does his homework and roasts them at the same time.

He's not used to late night talks with beers in their hands and longing in their eyes.

Buck doesn't think he'll ever fully get used to any of that— to something so precious and amazing.

He can barely believe he gets to have it on the best of days.

So asking for more? Reaching out and taking more?

That's just unimaginable.

But then it's one of those nights.

Christopher is asleep and they're in the kitchen. Buck has a cold beer in his hand, the droplets of condensation sliding down the bottle and into the back of his hand.

And Eddie is looking at him, just a few steps away and leaning against the kitchen counter. The light above them casts a golden orange glow that softens his features and Buck thinks he could look at him forever and never get tired.

He thinks Eddie is the most beautiful sight his eyes have ever seen (and he's seen a lot, alright. He's been through Peru and Argentina and Brazil, Chicago and San Francisco. He's been to Montana and he even briefly made a stop in Colorado. Yet— None of the most beautiful of spots in those places could ever compare to Eddie. To what Eddie makes him feel.)

Eddie is looking at him and Buck's heart clenches in his chest, because he knows he doesn't deserve that look.

He's hard to love on the best of days, a mess and someone not enough to stay for on the worst.

Somehow, Eddie doesn't seem to care about that. He loves Buck anyway.

And Buck doesn't, can't, won't—

He doesn't want Eddie to get caught up in the fire that is his life. He doesn't want Eddie to burn until he's nothing but ashes in Buck's hands.

But Eddie keeps looking at him and then he's stepping closer and closer until Buck can see every freckle in his nose and that beauty mark under his eye. He can see the honey gold sprinkles on Eddie's eyes, surrounded by the warmest of browns.

And he can see when those eyes flutter down to Buck's lips, his gaze feeling heavy and intense on them.

“It's getting late. I should—” Buck starts, trailing off when Eddie takes Buck's beer and leaves him on the counter before stepping closer until he's pinning Buck against the counter.

It digs uncomfortably against his lower back and his eyes go wide.

“Eddie,” Buck says, his breath catching on the word.

"Tell me I'm not reading this wrong, Buck." Eddie pleads. "Tell me— Tell me I'm not the only one feeling this." He whispers and his voice is low, quiet, but so full of hope and love and patience.

Buck doesn't deserve that.

"I'm— I don't—" He stutters and he can't help it when his eyes dart down to where Eddie is licking his lips.

So tempting. So inviting.

"Eddie, I'm scared."

Eddie's eyes are wide and open, vulnerable, as he searches for something in Buck's face. It reminds him of the look he gave him after the tsunami, or when he reveleaved that Buck was part of the will.

This time, he must find what he's looking for because he doesn't say anything else. Eddie just leans in, slowly, slow enough that Buck can still stop him if he wants to.

And he should, before they both get burned. Before Buck ruins them.

He doesn't.

From the first touch, it’s like kissing Buck is what Eddie was put on this planet to do. It's soft and exploring, it makes this fuzzy sirupy feeling pool inside his stomach.

And it's— warm, tender. A slow kind of fire spreading through his veins. Not burning or turning everything to ashes, but igniting a spark that Buck thought long gone.

Buck still doesn't get it. But he thinks he might not need to.

He has time to figure it out anyway.

He thinks he might have forever, by the way Eddie's kissing him so delicately but yet hungry like he wants to devour him.

Buck is alright with that.

#tumblr prompt #richard siken is a buddie warrior !! argue with the wall #renbuckleydiaz #april gets mail 💌#april answers #april writes #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buck x eddie #buddie #buddie fic #911 fic #911fic #my writing

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man. i really do love the way you’ve handled tigerclaw— he’s still a bastard, but he’s a bastard who GENUINELY thinks he’s doing right by his clan, his family. the shift in motivation from “i want to conquer the whole forest as a tyrannical dictator” to “i want to isolate thunderclan from its neighbors so it can be restored to it’s former glory and flourish” is WAY more impactful, imo. i also think there’s something to be said about how he’s (maybe) willing to exempt fireheart— whose entire character has been about BUILDING bridges between thunderclan and the rest of the forest— from his hitlist and make a hypocrite of himself because he and goldenflower have a fondness for him. i choose to believe that tigerclaw is still proud of the way fireheart stands up for what he believes in, even if it is conflicting with his own goals.

tldr; loving the direction of this so far. thank you guys for all your hard work!! looking forward to my heart continually being broken in the future <3

Figured answering these two together would be ideal.

It’s excellent to hear the enthusiasm and kind words, thank you! I’ve been stowing away this discussion about Tigerclaw and Fireheart for a while, and now I get to blather!

People have brought up that Tigerclaw choosing not to hurt Fireheart is unusual, since Fireheart’s the one that’s soft to outsiders and has been on track to softening the entire Clan as well, and Tigerclaw is against that. The reason for this requires a bit of a tangent.

Tigerclaw initially was a bit emotionally distant with all his Clanmates, save Goldenflower (for the most part). Not in the sense of “I don’t care about any of you”, but more like “I care about you, but I’m not so attached that I can’t kill you to save everyone else”. He’s had the thought in his mind for years that he could be a better leader than the one everyone already loves, that these cats had impaired judgement and couldn’t do what needs to be done, that he didn’t want to commit to having a family because that could get in the way of his silent and righteous crusade. He cared for his Clanmates, but his heart was careful not to get too close to anyone, even, to a very small extent, Goldenflower. What if he needed to put her out of the way too?

And then Fireheart happened.

Initially, Tigerclaw didn’t care about him. It’s some kittypet who has a tiny bit of potential. Big whoop. He was under the category of “to be Handled if he gets too uppity and does the wrong thing”, and Tigerclaw expected he’d stay there forever. That was fine and easy, even if Goldenflower got attached to him. He could kill Lionface if he needed to, why would he be unable to take out a shrimpy outsider just because his mate likes him?

The thing is, Fireheart’s got this annoying little talent of drawing out people’s kindness and affection without even trying. We’ve seen his own gentle, broad love for everyone around him, even those he just met and knows nothing about beyond them needing help from a stranger. He is overflowing goodness and fondness and empathy in a somewhat compact ginger body, and you can’t break that or scare that out of him. And somehow, with that infallible bravery to keep being kind and polite, he manages to worm his way into the core of another cat and soothingly convince them, even unconsciously, to offer a nice word to someone they don’t like, or maybe ask a Clanmate if they’re doing okay when they think they don’t care, or even just blink trustingly to calm a frightened and starving outsider they should be chasing away. It’s difficult to catch him doing it, but as we’ll see in the rest of the series, it’s a gradual, unstoppable infection.

This talent is what made everyone (well, except for Darkstripe, but he doesn’t like anybody) so fond of him, even if they preemptively think he’s just a dumb kittypet who needs to toughen up. Frostfur is a good example: she went from apathy and disdain to offering him silent support when he brought Cloudkit home and actively partaking in conversation with him when he approached her, just over the course of this book. All he had to do was, like I said, be kind and polite, and he gradually broke down even her walls. Charred Legacy, the next book, will go more into this, so I’ll save the details for now, but my point is that Fireheart is really damn good at making his Clanmates and friends care about him and others.

How troubling (and mildly amusing) it was to Tigerclaw to find that he wasn’t exempt from this. And how amazed he was to find that coming to care for this little outsider his mate was eager to adopt opened up a whole new world for him. Maybe having kits wasn’t so bad. Maybe he could be a father and still do what he needed to do, and maybe his family didn’t need to get hurt in the process. Maybe Goldenflower was more precious to him than he realized, and maybe Fireheart was someone he could see as a son, and be proud to do so.

What Tigerclaw failed to account for is that attachment complicates things. You might have to kill someone – but no, now you come up with excuses not to. They’re just misguided, you can fix them with a couple conversations. You don’t have to take them out. They’re your family! And your family is important! Surely you can let them live, just these particular cats. You can change their minds. They’ll understand and appreciate your goal in time. It’ll be just fine, you know it.

And so it went, deeper and deeper, until his twisted mind was able to justify not hurting Fireheart ever, solely because he’s his son, and his son deserves to live no matter what. In the same way he thought of his more “dangerous” Clanmates as a liability even if they didn’t really do anything wrong, he thought of his mate and son as essential to ThunderClan, even if they went against his ideals.

He never did see the hypocrisy in that. And even to the end, he never even dreamed of hurting Fireheart.

That’s his son, you know?

#ask #readmore #spoilers #burning hearts ask #tigerclaw #fireheart #gravehund #seawoven #queue #i speak

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eddieplsdropkickme · 2 years

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Mary On a Cross | Eddie x Cheerleader!Reader

A/n: this is my first story/smut so don’t make fun of me

Summary: Eddie gets insecure about you dating him so you show him how much you love him by giving him he4d.

Contains: angst, smut, mentions of dr*gs and a!cohol, m receiving (Eddie), mommy k!nk, and swearing

“Okay what the fuck is going on?!” You yelled as you busted the door open to Eddie’s Trailer home. Eddie slightly flinched at the loud noise but ignored your outburst and got off the couch to grab another beer.

You stopped him and put your hands on his chest as you tried to meet his eyes with yours.

“Eddie look at me.” You ordered. Eddie denied and tried to walk past you but you moved quickly to stop him again.

“Fucking move, y/n.”

“Not unless you fucking tell me what the fuck is going on!” You yelled.

“No!” He yelled making your face drop instantly. Eddie has never yelled at you. Even when you two were enemies.

He was acting weird for the past 3 days and it drove you crazy. At school he avoided you, he didn’t answer any of your calls, he even canceled on one of your date nights. It was breaking your heart.

So you told yourself that you’ve had enough and that you were gonna talk to him about it. So after cheer practice you drove over to Eddie’s house. Not even changing your clothes.

“No?” You repeated. Eddie looked away from you and finally made it to his fridge and grabbed a beer. He popped it open and took a sip from it. You just stared at him as he drank from the beer bottle. Your eyes started to water but no tears fell.

“Eddie…”

“God y/n I don’t wanna talk!” Eddie yelled again but this time you weren’t gonna keep quiet. You never do. And that’s one of the things Eddie loves about you.

“But I do! I want to talk because you have been avoiding me for three fucking days and I just want to hear straight up that you don’t love me anymore!” Your voice cracked as you yelled. You looked up to finally meet Eddie’s eyes again. He looked heart broken at your words. He wanted to tell you what happen but he’s way too stubborn and prideful for that.

“I’m not good for you!” He yelled. Your eyebrows furrowed as you were confused by what he said.

“What? Where did that come from?-“

“Oh don’t play fucking dumb with me. You know damn well I’m not! Your head of the cheer team, perfect grades, everyone loves you, and your have an amazing family that’s not so fond of me! So why the fuck are you even with me?!” He argued.

“Because I love you!” You yelled back.

“Bullshit!” He slammed his hand on the counter making you flinch. You’ve never seen Eddie like this and it was scary. But you know he’ll never land a hand on you.

“Leave.” Eddie mumbled but you heard what he said loud and clear.

“What?”

“I said LEAVE!” He yelled even louder. Finally tears slipped down your cheeks. You forcefully grabbed your bag and walked out, slamming the door behind you.

Eddie watched as you walked away. He pushed you away. Something that he does to everyone. But he did this for your own good. He went to bed and eventually cried his eyes out.

The next day you walked around school all numb. You didn’t know what to feel. Everything around you was quiet and blurred. You saw Chrissy and she greeted you with a huge smile but it faded away when she saw how visibly upset you were.

You usually come to school all dressed up and pretty but today you didn’t.

“What happened?” She asked while rubbing your shoulder. You felt tears well up so you looked up to suck them back in.

“Me and Eddie fought yesterday. He was upset over something but he didn’t tell me. And he also told me that he wasn’t good enough for me? It was all so confusing that I just up and left his place and went home” You told her making her hug you tight. You didn’t even notice that someone behind you overheard your conversation.

School has passed and you were in the library studying for the test you have at the end of the week.

While you were writing down your notes, you heard someone pull the chair out that was in front of you and sat in it.

You looked up to see Dustin Henderson. A former freshman that’s in the same d&d club as Eddie.

“Hi Dustin” you said softly and smiled at the boy.

“Hey y/n. How are you?” He asks. You frowned, confused at his sudden concern.

“Good…? I guess. What do you want Henderson?” You asked, followed by a giggle.

“I overheard your conversation with Chrissy about…you and Eddie” he said. You sighed and started to pack your things to avoid the conversation but Dustin stopped you.

“I might know why he was acting like that..” Dustin said making you freeze.

“What..?”

“It was Jason. We were all hanging out outside of the school after a campaign until Jason came up to Eddie and started talking lot of of shit to him. Jason was saying stuff like “your no good for y/n” “she doesn’t love you” “compare your life and hers and realize that you two aren’t good together” and more shit until Eddie finally punched him in the face. Jason was about to strike back until we pulled those two away. So I think Jason got to him and Eddie didn’t admit it” Dustin explained.

You sunk in your seat as you tried to process the information you were just told.

Dustin gave your hand a pat before leaving you alone in the library. Now that you understand everything, you were not gonna waste time to fix your relationship.

You packed your stuff and made it to Eddie’s house.

You knocked on the door and there he was, the love of your life in a lank top that fitted his lean but build body and red plaid pajama pants. The same ones you have since you bought a pack for the both of you for Christmas. He was smoking a cigarette.

“What do you want y/n” he sighed and walked away. You followed him and closed the door.

“We need to talk.”

“No we don’t-“

“I know about what Jason said to you” you admitted making Eddie look at you. You can tell he was hurt. You knew that it was killing him that he was treating you this way.

“I don’t know what your talking about” he mumbled and went to the couch. He smoked the cigarette more until you pulled it out of his mouth and put it out on the ash tray.

“What the fuck-“ you cut him off by smashing your lips on his. Eddies body relaxed the second he felt your sweet lips on his. You can tell that he missed your touch. He pulled away from you and looked at you with his big brown puppy dog eyes.

“Wait y/n-“

“I get why you acted that way. Jason got to you and you didn’t want to admit it but you know damn well I’m not gonna let anyone let alone Jason to ruin the best thing in my life! I was not gonna lose you over something he said. I love you just the way you are and that thing you said, that you’re not good enough for me? That’s so not true. You are the first boy that has treated me like a princess. And my family does not hate you. They all love you. I love you. So please, when your feeling insecure, think of how much I love you.” You said and kissed him again.

You felt his hand on your waist as he desperately squeezed it. He was desperate for your touch. He missed it. He haven’t touched, talked, or even seen you for 4 days. It drove him insane.

You straddled his lap and deepened the kiss. You poked your tongue at his bottom lip. He didn’t open his mouth fast enough so you rolled your hips on his already raging bulge making him groan giving you the chance to slip your tongue in his mouth.

You were being gentle and sweet with him making his skin feel hot. You two would go rough but when one of you goes gentle and sweet, it gets both of you weak in the knees.

You pulled away and caressed his cheek. Eddie leaned into your touch and hummed.

“Let me show you how much I love you. Would you like that baby?” You asked while rubbing his shoulders. Eddie looked up at you and let out a tiny whimper.

“Use your words my love” you said softly and nipped at his earlobe. Eddie moaned softly before choking up a tiny “yes”.

“Okay just sit there and relax. I’ll do all the work” you said and pecked his lips. You kissed all over his face making him giggle before trailing down his neck and his collarbone and on he shoulders. Your small touches and kisses made his skin hot and his arm and neck hair jump.

He rutted his groin against you with a whimper slipping from his lips. You kissed his cheek and leaned into his ear.

“Patients, sweet boy” you whispered. Eddie let out a shaky sigh and obeyed.

You kissed all over his body and slid off of him until you reached by the waist band of his pants. Eddies breath quickened as you looked up at him for consent. He only looked at you with low tired eyes, parted mouth, and rosy cheeks. You knew you were gonna have that imagine in your head forever.

He nodded his head before leaning his head back to let out a breathy “fuck”. You pulled his pants down until it pooled at his feet and saw the obvious tent in his boxers.

“So hard and I’ve barely touched you. You’re too cute” you said making him let out a pathetic whimper.

You slightly palmed him through his boxers making him flinch. He moaned loudly at the touch. He was desperate for any kind of friction on his poor dick.

You finally pulled down his boxers making his cock spring out, hitting his stomach. You heard Eddie’s breath quicken as you kissed his thighs and trailed higher and higher until you kissed his tip.

You looked up at him and gently rubbed his chest.

“Relax, love” you said. He nodded his head and slowed down his breathing. You went back down and slowly pumped Eddie’s dick driving him crazy. You wanted to tease him a little before you get started since you love his reactions.

“M-mommy please” Eddie whimpered. He knew that was gonna set you off and it did. You loved when he called you mommy. It made your core feel hot and bothered.

“I know baby boy, I know” you cooed before finally taking him into your mouth. Eddie gasped at the feeling. He missed you so much that every little touch made him jump.

You hollowed your cheeks and swirled your tongue around him as you moved up and down. Eddie looked down at you with love in his eyes, you took him so well that it made him speechless. He lightly put his hand on your head and ran his fingers though your soft hair. His moans got louder each time you sucked.

He couldn’t help it. Let out out loud moans, groans, and whimpers. It was all too much.

“Fuck y/n..” he whispered but you didn’t stop. You pushed yourself farther down until his tip hit your uvula. It made you gag a little bit you pulled yourself together.

Eddie could feel you swallow taking the wind out his lungs.

“W-wait wait! I d-don’t wanna come y-yet- Ah!” He couldn’t even finish the sentence before shooting his warm cum down your throat.

“I-I’m so sorry!” Eddie said quickly as you pulled off of him with a ‘pop!’ Sound. Eddie watched as you swallowed all of him making him feel weak again.

“Don’t worry about it, love” you said and sat on the couch next to him. You pulled a blanket over him after pulling his pants up and let him lay his head on your pillowy chest. His breath was still heavy so you ran your fingers through his messy metal head hair to calm him down.

“I do love you” Eddie said once he calmed down.

“What?” You asked since it was kinda random.

“When you asked me if I don’t love you anymore? Well I do. I love you so much y/n” Eddie said and snuggled into you more.

“I know baby. And I love you more” you said before kissing his head. Eddie then realized that he didn’t do anything to please you.

“Wait what about you? I can-“

“No no it’s okay don’t worry about it”

“But-“

“Okay you can wake me up with it tomorrow morning but as of right now, it’s still all about you” you said and sweetly kissed his lips before letting him fall into a deep sleep on your chest. Shortly after, you joined him and fell asleep.

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #joseph quinn #fanfiction #strangers things #angst with a happy ending #smut #Eddie munson x reader smut #Eddie munson x reader angst #angst #stanger things smut

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lea-andres · 15 days

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Okay, so, if I could mod, which I can't for multitude of reasons (mainly "my computer is dying" and "I has the dumb"... Also "I cannot art") I would make a horror mod SO FAST-

"Lea SDV is supposed to be cosy, not scary" first of all *points at all the yandere mods*, second of all SCARY IS COSY TO ME-

*coughs* Anyway-

So, the framework would be as follows: On a random night in Fall (ideally a rainy night but idk if that's doable), your spouse would have a nightmare. You would then become the hero of said nightmare and solve whatever horror scenario is happening. With it being just a nightmare it wouldn't permanently alter your game so I COULD KILL WHOEVER AND DESTROY WHATEVER I WANT YAY!

It would work like a festival I suppose? No time actually passes? IDK if that makes sense but it does to me.

You would probably get hearts from this assuming you're not at 14 Hearts with them already even though you technically didn't actually do anything lmao. ✌️

Okay, so, each bachelor and bachelorette nightmare would go something like this maybe (AND REMEMBER: THESE ARE NIGHTMARES THEY ARE HAVING! CANON BEHAVIOR DO NOT APPLY):

-Harvey: OOPS HE INSPIRED THIS WHOLE IDEA LMAO. You know how he's got an... Alarming amount of dialogue regarding losing patient worries? Yeah... His nightmare would essentially be Frankenstein... Except Harvey's Victor. Which would just go SO POORLY... Let's all revel for a bit in how beautifully poorly that would go... 💕

-Maru: Maru makes the Blob, Blob destroys half the town. Pretty cut and dry, honestly. Just... Blob. 💕

-Penny: The children are being replaced during the night by doppelgangers. Wrong, unsettling doppelgangers. You and Penny investigate why, taking you into the sewers (IT WON'T BE KROBUS BEHIND IT, I PROMISE, I WOULDN'T DO THAT TO KROBIE 😭)

-Shane: SO, things are being destroyed in the night, sometimes animals turn up dead, town's getting freaked out, you're tasked with investigating because sorry you're the main character lmao. Turns out Shane's therapist is hypnotizing Shane and he's getting programmed to go do these things during the night YAY! Poor guy.

-Sebastian: Here, have this, we all know you want it! *tosses vampire Sebastian at you*. (I'm not particularly fond of Sebastian, in all honesty, but I'm sure vampire Sebastian would make his fans V Happy lmao. Yes, you'd get to let him drink from you, you freaks. /aff)

-Leah: ...Kel's a slasher now? (Sorry, I don't particularly care for Leah either, but hey. I assume you guys enjoyed punching Kel. You'll probably enjoy killing Kel in a brutal battle of self defense right?)

-Elliott: Ya'll seen Creepshow? (*Everyone starts groaning because I haven't shut up about Creepshow since the green rain*) Okay, there's a story where Leslie Neilsen (Naked Gun, Airplane, THAT Leslie Neilsen) drowns a couple in the ocean and their corpses break into his home to get revenge. It's that except Elliott didn't kill them. Because nightmare, you and Elliott are back in his cabin on the beach, bodies are coming out of the water, and quickly becoming yours and Willy's problem. (No Willy didn't kill them either. Probably.)

-Alex: He's on a gridball team, Coach is having him take some experimental drug so he plays gridball better, something something Werewolf. Let him and Dusty run around together lmao. Except oh no he accidentally spooks the town! :(

-Abigail: LOOK. It's me, I have to reference Evil Dead somewhere. Abigail seems like she'd be the most irresponsible if handed the Necronomicon, so she's getting the Necronomicon.

AND I HAVE NO IDEAS FOR EMILY, HALEY, AND SAM NOOOO. I FAILED THEM 😭 Pretend I have great thought out ideas for them, they deserve them.

#lea's a dumbass #stardew valley #sdv #I'm not tagging everyone rip #lea's dream sdv horror mod

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my-own-walker · 1 year

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what difference does it make?

THIS GIF I JUST. BRRRRRRRR. MAKES MY PEA BRAIN GO BRRRR.

summary: ghost bf tate and y/n find comfort in each other in this fucked up world. (y/n doesn't know he's dead yet. violet doesn't exist, obv). this story is based loosely on the song 'what difference does it make?' by the smiths. felt fitting.

warnings: tate langdon x fem!reader, heavy angst, mentions of sh, murder, and harm.

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Tate's POV

The devil will find work for idle hands to do.

'I'm sorry I can't be who you need me to be. All I can do is be here,' I cried. Screwing my eyes shut and balling my fists, I began to sob.

I couldn't take it anymore. The women of this house. The things they required of me. I didn't want to be evil. I didn't want to do what I was doing. I was so confused. So lost.

I would be overcome by this feeling. This white-hot sensation would sear through my brain, stealing my vision and making my knees weak. The next thing I knew, I would be back where I started. Minutes, sometimes hours later. Tears in my eyes.

I stole and I lied, and why? Because you asked me to!

I would hear of the awful things I'd done through the voices around me. The other people that were trapped here would sing my praises for killing, murdering, stealing, whatever. Sometimes I would wake up from the fits in the middle of my horrible acts. Looking down and seeing pools of red and faces in agony. I didn't do this. I would think. But now I know it was me. It was all my fault.

Why me? Why do I have to ruin the lives of the people around me? I just want to be a good person. I'm only 17. A kid.

For we have been through hell and high tide / I can surely rely on you

She moved into the house. She was the only salvation I had. Her love for me proved to me that I wasn't a monster. I was more than just some pawn in this house's game. I wasn't on this Earth to simply cause harm.

I pretended to "accidentally" throw a ball through her window one day when her parents weren't home. She rushed over to the window and looked out at me, a look of shock and fright on her face. I looked up apologetically. My best puppy-dog-eyed performance.

'I'm sorry ma'am!' I quipped. My hand was resting above my eyes to shield the sun.

'Ma'am...?' she scoffed. 'Do I really look that old?' She rolled her eyes.

'Uh- no? You're just- I- I'm sorry. I'm Tate,' I replied looking down at my shoes. Bashful. Nice.

'Y/N.' she replied, crossing her arms sarcastically. 'You fucking broke my window.'

'I know...I-'

'This is a new house, my parents will kill me.'

'Oh my god, I had no idea,' I played dumb.

'Do you want your ball back at least?' she smirked, holding the perpetrator up demonstratively.

'Yes, please,' I said, thinking I blew it. That was the wrong 'in' I guessed. The wrong way to get her to love me.

'Then you'll have to come get it,' she smirked and walked away from the window.

Well, I'm still fond of you

From then on I was a regular fixture in her room. I helped her dad fix the window, just to show how nice of a guy I am.

She lived with her dad and stepmom. Her mother had died just a little less than a year ago, and the fat bastard was already remarried. Sick freak. I needed to protect her from him.

It was a car accident that took her. She tried merging off of the highway at the same time as another driver was trying to merge onto the highway. She side-swiped them and her car flipped. The driver's side was crushed.

'I could have been in the car with her that day,' Y/N later explained. 'She asked me to go get groceries with her and I said no, and then she died.'

My heart breaks for her, it really does.

She hurts herself, too. I watched her do it one time. She didn't know I was here. I cried as I watched her etch lines into her thighs, one at a time. She didn't wince, or cry. She just sat there, expressionless.

I tried to protect her from the people of the house. Its victims. She didn't deserve to be scared or feel the pain that they did. I kept them away from her.

Oh, my sacred one

It was three days after Y/N found her dad cheating on her stepmom. She was distant. I didn't feel like she'd want to see me. She made no attempts to contact me.

I was a sitting duck, unable to help her. In the days prior I watched her. Alone. Rotting in her room. Skipping school. Hurting herself. It was too much to bear.

On this particular day, though, I decided she needed me. As much as she was pushing me away she still needed me. And I needed her.

She didn't understand.

My conversation with Nora hadn't gone well. She was asking too much of me. Too much. And shortly after the feeling came again. I had another fit. I was overcome and powerless. The white-hot pain lit my brain on fire. And then I was standing alone in the basement again with blood on my hands. I began to sob. I needed Y/N.

I worshipped her. The softness of her cheeks. The way her hair cascaded and framed her face. The way she would cover her mouth when she smiled because she hated how it looked. The things she would wear. Her knit sweaters and black lace-up boots.

Everything she did was pure magic to me.

Her sense of humor. Her compassion. The way she feels things. So deeply. She feels with every ounce of her being. I wish I felt that, rather than utter fucking apathy all the time.

I gathered my courage and found myself in her room. She was asleep.

I made my way over to her bedside slowly, taking care not to wake her. I lowered myself onto the seat next to her and watched as the hair that covered her face moved with each breath she took. Her still form filled my stomach with butterflies and made my chest feel funny. She was so peaceful. For once, I didn't see pain on her face.

Tears sprang to my eyes yet again. How could a person be so perfect?

She must've sensed it because she stirred. Turning onto her back and stretching her arms out. Her eyes fluttered open, aimed at the ceiling. I could see it better, then. Her eyes. They were puffy and red. She'd been crying.

She turned her head slowly as she stretched again, inadvertently making herself face me. Her eyes widened, but she didn't jump. It was almost like she couldn't believe I was there.

'Tate?' she croaked.

'Hey, beautiful,' I replied, relieved that she wasn't immediately angry with my being there.

She cracked a small smile.

'I was worried about you so I came over. I hope I'm not bothering you...' I continued.

'No- no Tate not at all,' Y/N stammered, propping herself up slightly. 'I actually hoped you'd come. I didn't realize that after all this time I just...never got your number. I've been needing you but had no way to contact you. You've always just been...here, I don't know. I never thought to ask.' She laughed, sadly.

Shit. I thought. I need to figure that out somehow. Or come clean. Fuck.

'It's okay now, though. You're here. I haven't been able to cope at all,' she trailed off, looking out the window behind her headboard. 'What time is it even? I've been sleeping so much...'

'It doesn't matter,' I said, 'if you need rest, you should rest.'

'I'm so tired...'

'Me too, Y/N...me too,' I sighed. I didn't even realize I had started crying until Y/N shot up in her bed and crawled over to the edge to take my face in her hands. She wiped the tears from under my eyes with the pads of her thumbs. Then, she kissed my cheeks, kissing the rest of the tears away.

'Rough day, huh?' she asked.

'It's a goddamn filthy, fucked up world we live in, Y/N,' I managed. 'I've missed you.'

She motioned with her head for me to join her on the bed. She even turned up the covers slightly so I could crawl under, but I didn't. That would take too much time. I needed to be in her embrace immediately.

I laid on my side as she wrapped her arms around my chest. She laid her head atop mine softly and sighed.

'I'm so tired,' I uttered.

She simply stroked my hair.

'I love you, Tate,' she muttered after a while. Electricity shot through my body. I was for one, all-encompassing moment, alive again. She loved me. And I loved her.

Oh, I'm too tired / I'm so sick and tired / And I'm feeling very sick and ill today

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Okay, that's all, I guess. My brain won't allow me to write more for some reason. Let me know what you'd like more of and I'll do it. This has been fun so far.

#tate langdon #tate langdon imagine #tate langdon x reader #evan peters x female reader #ahs murder house #ahs fanfic #ahs fandom

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ofnightshadeandthornyroses · 3 days

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Don't Hide Pt 2

Paul x reader

"Look I just really don't know what to do with that, and what he said made it sound like he's a local or at least frequents the place." You sip your drink before flopping down on the bed, still clutching the phone and listening to you sister and her endless knowledge of the dating scene. "With what you said it sounds like he was interested in you. All those girls but still he stopped at you." A pause. "I mean he did say he hadn't seen you around so there's always that 'new shiny toy' factor, but!!" Your mind was racing. New shiny toy? I hadn't even thought about that! I was just to panicked that I actually flirted with someone somewhat successfully and they initiated it! "You could've caught his attention, you said he was pretty cute right?" Sounds of chips crunching on the other end interrupted your response of 'yeah' "So if you see him again, and if you want to, try and flirt with him again. See if he's interested. Anything else happen that wasn't on the carousel?" More crunching. Your finger was now curling and uncurling in the cord as you remember something at the end. "I guess? Maybe? After I left I looked back and he was with his friends but he was already looking at me but I might have done something before that, it's a little embarrassing..." "Go on!" The pleading demand coming out muffled through a mouth that was undoubtedly full of chips. "Before I told him not to hide, I kinda took his lollipop out of his mouth and after I sorta put it in mine in front of him?" The end of your retelling came out sounding more like a question and you could the sound of your sister inhaling and promptly choking on her chips. You didn't mean to kill her really. You grimace, "Sorry-" "Sorry? Why didn't you tell me this! Oh, you bold fucker! You definitely had to have hooked him a bit! If he doesn't come up to you he's fucking numb or shy from what you did. Please God or whomever the fuck let my sibling finally get someone or some action at least." "Oh my frog-" "No child you listen–" "I'm older tha-" "-you need to try to make a small a miniscule effort to talk to this guy. I'm talking at least eye contact, a smile, a wave, head tilt, whatever! Just something. Even a sign to him. You do this and it's a mile stone. You do this and you could do it again and build up to something more. Remember it's the anticipation of what hasn't happened that's scary." "So I do this and I can do anything? That's mighty cheesy" "I didn't say that. But you could build up to more. It certainly gets a little easier once you've done it. It was hard for me at first as well, but I had the advantage of semi-popularity and friends that would cheer me on and and we could laugh about it later. I know it's a little harder for you but remember you got yourself a personal cheerleader a phone call away." Laying on your side playing with the cord, a fond smile grew on your face. "Thanks sis, I really appreciate this. I probably would've been spiraling out of my head without you by now." "That's what I'm here for! I've got to go, but hey! You get ready and go out! FIND THAT MAN! Give a little smile and a wave, maybe a wink~." "Ughaagh!" "I love you, bye!" "Bye, love you." You put the phone back up and laid there for minute just looking at the wall not really seeing it, not even thinking. Then, your brain decided to start working on double time. If I do this would it actually go well? Would it go bad? He stayed looking yesterday. What does that even mean? Did you make a big mistake even looking at him? Did you do the stupidest thing in history by taking his candy? AND PUTTING IT IN YOUR MOUTH!? OH YOU DUMB FROGGER, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE! Maybe you should try? Maybe not, "no" or go "away" is NOT the worst he could say. Okay could it be that bad? He probably forgot about you, okay?

But the prospect of maybe having a someone made your heart feel like a ton of moths decided that it was their new home. You had always seen those couples on campus, one leaning on cars or walls wile the other leaned over them, making the other flustered or both laughing. Just thinking about maybe having a chance at that, having someone to fluster you or the other way around. Holding someone's hands because you could, holding them because you could, holding their face because–well.

This gave you a sense of anxious determination. With a hint of spite. You could never have something like that before, even when you tried. People were cruel, they hurt you, bones and shiny things couldn't hurt you. Maybe you would go, and maybe you would, if you saw him, smile and wave. This wasn't the campus or highschool, hell it's definitely not home. If you need to ignore him, you could. Why not? —•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•— So, you're here, and have been for about an hour before the sun finally started going down. This wouldn't be an issue at all except you've had an eye out for that pretty hurricane of blonde hair from the night before, and the anticipation of seeing them again slowly frying your nerves.

You stroll along some small stores, the chains on your boots and hip clinking as you walk. Eyes catching a shop advertising they sell 'Assortments for the damned', immediately interested you walk closer and open the glass door covered with a thick curtain.

Immediately you can see small weapons, jewelry, and crystals on a display case. Walking around there's discovered to be books on witchcraft, Satanism, the supernatural, apothecary, rituals, and beginners manuals. In the back left corner there's a display of sex toys and lingerie which is out numbered by the amount of fetish wear and toys for those obviously into more hard-core stuff that's right by it. There a section of actually weapons; swords, axes, hatchets, maces, flails, etc. Many intricately made or decorated with stones. Along side it was gardening supplies along with gas masks. Sections of fabric took up half a wall along with dried plants, pastes, and animal parts.

It felt like a play ground honestly. Maybe you would need to work on more crafts to sell, because you just might end up broke before you have to go back. But was it really your fault? You hadn't seen most of this stuff anywhere else and it was like putting live prey with a starving animal and asking it to wait a while more– cruel, tempting, and plain fucking stupid.

By the time you made it up to the front desk someone came stumbling out from behind a beaded curtain behind it. "Oh- Hi! Sorry it took a bit. Looking for anything in particular? Find anything you like?" Their short curly hair looked as if it's been through a storm and silver bangles clink on their hands. You find a name tag on their long apron which reads 'Andy–they/them'.

"I practically love everything here, I just might go broke if I can't find clients." They chuckle and push their glasses up their nose looking thoughtful. "Well it's great to hear you're enjoying the shop and as well as the clientele part, depending on what you sell we might be able to help with that. My boss tends to house and sell many locals wears for them here, only taking a small amount, on agreement of course, for the pay of the worker who helped sell it. I can give you a card if you'd like?"

You were struck dumb for a second almost refusing to believe your luck. This store, this store, could possibly house your crafts and you might actually be able to one–extend your stay and continue to hide from your parents and two–by something shiny when you wanted. You were baffled not stupid, also you were quiet and they were still looking at you. "Um, yes, oh frog. I definitely would like one, thank you!" Were you getting to loud, maybe a tad, but they giggled and put their finger up as they crouched down behind the counter.

"Give me just a moment. We don't keep my boss's cards up top for the taking so they tend to get pushed around." You left them to it and looked around the front counter, smaller concelable weapons made to look like other objects and just straight up decorated to look as pretty as they are painful make up a good amount of the displays. Andy popped back up holding a card like it was a prize ribbon as you were checking out what looked to be modified brass nuckles with jagged ends in shapes of animals, one even a Christmas tree.

"Here's her card, it has her number and mailing address, but please do call to set something up first. Oh, do you like those? We just got a new shipment in this morning! If you give me just a minute I can go get them right now!" They scurried through the curtain and back in less than a minute and set a medium box on the counter. After taking out a box cutter, they opened it and started taking out thin foam layers separating the metal peices and laying them out.

"Now these ones are our self defense keychains, they have holes for you to slip your fingers in similar to regular brass knuckles but with a nice sharp, cute twist." You scanned over the items feeling like a little kid all over again. Honestly, you didn't know what to do when she disappeared behind the curtain in search of the shipment, so in a mixed state of confusion and curious, you stated put. Oh are you glad you did. There were so many, moths, presents, birds, cats, hats. One that really caught your eye was the teeth. That not even the right word, right one would be fangs. The finger holes were in the gums and part of the other teeth in between the the sharpened teeth. There were blood marks on them as well, leading to believe what ever they're supposed to belong to fed on something with fresh blood. You had to have it. "Oh now this is extremely beautiful!" You said holding it up. "It is, and it definitely fits your little bat necklace. It's cute." The bat necklace in reference was the one from the night before. "We have other hidden weapons here too if you like to see." A very quick nod. "We have these necklaces over here that look like little hearts with daggers in them, which," Andy takes hold of one and pulls the blade out."They are. Then for wrists we have bands with daggers in intricate sheaths. They could look like decorations until you actual pull them out." Shiny, sharp, and pretty! Your mind was probably breaking a sound barrier somewhere with how high pitched that came out in your own In the end you walked out with the fang keychain, a pair of arm bands, AND the necklace. Gosh you're asucker for shiny and sharp. You can't even blame Andy for your lack of self control, they were a great help and, really, were just doing their job. You fidget with the card in your hand a bit before finaly putting it in your bag. Passing by a food stand you see a container of bright candy in clear wrapping, lollipops, your brains supplies oh not so very helpfully. Did you decide you were gonna try? Yes, yes you did. Does that mean you're actually going to try and think about him the whole time when he already keeps constantly popping up and you have to constantly keep replaying the stunt you pulled. No, no you're not. And does this mean that because he keeps popping up in your head and making you feel more anxious and stupid by the second that in the end you might end up making a fool, tucking tail, and hauling ass? Uhhh- You were staring. The attendant was speaking. You hadn't even revised you had stopped. "I-I'm sorry, can you repeat that?" "I said," she looks exasperated already "Are you wanting one?" She had a pulled smile, the one you give customers when you want to add something else but you shouldn't. Just by her tone and expression you felt like you could hear the unsaid, "Or are you just going to block up the counter?" Feeling a bit embarrassed now you went went to say"No, sorry" but what came out was "Um, sorry, yes m-ma'am, cherry please. Thank you." This happened most times you were caught off guard, starring at something on a stand or store because you're either just in you're own mind or a memory. The embarrassment catches and usually ends with you buying whatever it was or doing a weird scurry of shame away.

Cherry wasn't even your favorite. Usually not even your top three choices, but you knew why you picked it. After your feet finally started moving again your brain, what was left of the flaming hot mush it had become, registered the flavor of the candy as cherry. It made sense really. You remember going over the memories before having the time to be properly mortified and remembering the way the sticky red residue you could see on his lips when you looked, shiny, pretty.

His teeth had a red sheen to it from the candy, even a little dribble of red dyed saliva could be seen at the corner of his mouth. Pretty. Shiny. He looked good with red. Reminds you of a glam rocker too. Oh frog.

You open the candy, plop it in then lean against a wall a couple feet into an alley to hopefully have a mental freak out in peace and not look like a total freak in public from going so far into your head. Glam rockers are shiny, and he's hot, and this is not helping. Seriously the intrusive thought of him in shiny red eyeshadow, hair all blown out, in shiny outfits with cut out and/or mesh, had you on your knees.

Like, actually, in the alley crouched down, head in your crossed arms, unable to stop the thoughts of a man who already had dressed like a hot punk, like a hot glam rocker, and now the thoughts are transforming saying 'hey you know, he'd look fucking hot if he was in a metal band'. The thought has you sinking lower on the ground, butt now firmly planted with your knees up so you can still successfully fold your arms on told and mock bury yourself a thoughts of glitter and tight outfits are joined by tight shiny leather, belts, spikes, and chains. The blown out hair stayed.

You stayed there for a while, tasting cherry and thinking, not relising that the very last light of sunset had finally passed, tuning out the foot traffic of the boardwalk, ignoring the way your butt and become numb and how your body tugged.

You tuned out this as well as the melodic sound of chains, boots, and rubbing leather. You didn't hear someone come into the alley or when they first said 'hey, sugar'.

Your brain only slightly registered the sound of chains hitting the ground. It completely registered the touch to your knee that your fairy skirt had had left bare, shocking your head up and into the chin of the unknown man who stumbled back from his crouch and landed on his rear.

You both groan, as you hold the top of your head and him his chin. "Damn sugar, didn't mean to scare you like that."

You look up finally noticing that this man isn't unknown at all, it's the man from before. Blown out blonde hair and blue eyes that were subjects of fantasies just moments before were in front of you, looking at you. You look down, not now, why now? "I'm sorry I didn't mean to hit you, didn't scare just, startled."

Trying to look everywhere but his face wasn't working. Today he was in his jacket from before and a band shirt, cut off and cut up, the jagged 'M' and 'A' being the only tell it used to say Matellica. The mesh shirt underneath it was pull tight by his position he was still in, legs spread and bent in criminally tight ripped jeans with chains and a fucking bondage belt.

Seriously why me, why you, why now!? He's holding himself up with one hand behind him and the other rubbing at his chin though seeming distracted –and what is that look? Oh frog I've been staring-ogling! He saw that! Saw me! Of course he saw you you're faces are maybe three feet away maximum. But does that mean he was looking at me? Well you just hit his chin dingus. But why is he here? Um, He lives here? Maybe? I don't know? But why is he here, with me.

"Hey sweetness, you alive?" You were staring, still. And he had that lazy smug grin on his face. Oh FROG. "Yeah, I'm alive." You say with absolute genius. Though in your defense you were also using about 90% of your brain power to be alive.

Flirting, interaction, crushes in general were never your strong suit. You always get flustered so easily, by the moment or your own thoughts. And being flustered leads to being embarrassed which leads to you fleeing or just silently standing there, awkwardly.

"Well that's great news sweetheart, hadn't been able to tell until you spoke up, those cute eyes of your staring my way. Would've thought you were a statue." He grins that grin and starts pushing himself more up.

What he says hits uou "sweetheart" "cute" "staring". You were staring. Oh f r o g. That feeling hits again, the one of embarrassment, your cheeks burning. "Im sorry, very sorry for your chin and staring." You start to turn the corner. Fleeing. You were fleeing.

Or was until you felt a hand tugged in your sleeve. You turn back and the he is with big blue eyes pand a slight confused look"No need to be sorry babe, where you going?" You look up at him "Away?" Not quite sure what's happening yourself. He pulls your sleeve, as well as you closer. "Well why that? Why don't we walk around see where to night takes us?" You didn't want to, not because of him, but you. Being by him made you anxious, his pretty face made you fidget nervously.

What if I mess it up, and he thinks I'm weird or disgusting? What if something goes wrong, there's so many people here? What if it goes great? Where do I go from there? Your sister voice filter through you brain. You won't know unless you try, something she's always saying, take a chance make a risk. If you never want to see him again you won't have to, live a little.

You get yourself together and look up at his waiting expression, "Yeah, I'd like too"

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