#he's the cat that runs to the door meowing to welcome you

[amememightywarrior]

crystal tower G'raha: *to reflection in mirror* you are a hot catboy. that irresistible adventurer you raced for dirt will find you cute.

exarch G'raha: *to reflection in crystal* you are old. so old. who would want you. just go out with a bang.

EW G'raha: *to WoL* WALKIES???

#ffxiv #ffxiv 5.3 spoilers #6.1 spoilers #g'raha tia #walkies for catboys #how can you say no to that face #he's the cat that runs to the door meowing to welcome you #twitter shitpost

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Cats

Alien: Thanks for inviting me over. Alien: I’ve never been in a human’s home before so this will be- *sees cat sitting on couch* Alien: What is that? Human: That is Fred. *Turns to cat* Human: Say hi Fred. Fred: *MEOW* Alien: I was not aware you had a roommate. Human: What? Human: No, he’s my pet. Alien: You keep a sentient being as a pet? Are you a monster? Human: No; but Fred is. Fred: *MEOW* ----------------------

Alien: *goes to sit down, accidentally steps on fluffy ball* *Cat’s head shoots up* Human: You need to run. Alien: What? Why? Human: You just stepped on Fred’s favorite toy. Alien: So that means I am in danger? Fred: *low growling sound* Human: It’s too late….. --------------------------

*Thirteen stitches later* Alien: How can something so fluffy be so angry!?!?! Human: Domestication probably. Alien: Is that not meant to breed out the violence? Human: Normally yes, but with cats it just condensed it. ------------------------

*Next day* *Door slowly opens* Alien: Is it safe to come in? Human: Let me check. *Picks up Fred and holds him in front of alien* Fred: *Low growling noise* Human: No it is n- Alien: *Slams door shut quickly* ---------------------

*Two days later* Alien: *Sipping drink* Alien: What can I do to win over your furry slave? Human: First off, he is a pet not a slave. Human: And even if that was the situation I technically am Fred’s slave. Alien: *Surprised* You are one of the most advanced species in the galaxy; having mastered space travel and the manipulation of matter itself. Human: And yet I am the one cleaning up his shits. Alien: *Opens mouth to counter, then sips instead when nothing comes to mind* ----------------------

Human: Why does it matter that you want Fred to like you? Human: I thought you hated him? Alien: Were he not an animal I would have sworn a blood oath to destroy him and his family for what he has done to my face. Human: I ask again; why does it matter? Alien: Because for reasons beyond my understanding I feel compelled to have that little death machine love me. Human: Welcome to being a cat owner. ------------------------

*Three days later* *Door slowly opens* Alien: Are you ready? Human: I’ve got Fred. Alien: And you’re sure this will work? Human: Positive. *Alien walks in and Fred starts growling* Human: Get ready; I’m releasing Fred. *Puts Fred down who begins sprinting towards alien* *Alien holds out tiny tube with goop pouring out end* Fred: *MEOW!* *Stops murder sprint and begins sniffing and licking tube enthusiastically* Alien: So you bribe him with food? Human: Works on us humans as well. ------------------

Alien: Do you think I have won him over? *Fred walks up and brushes against Alien* Human: I think you’re good.

Alien: It felt like being embraced by the goddess herself. --------------------

Alien: So besides eating, sleeping, and acts of disproportionate violence; what else do they like to do? Human: Fred loves to play. *Picks up laser pointer and flashes it around room* *Fred’s head shoots up, does the butt wiggle, then lunges at the laser* Alien: What fascinating technology. Human: Yeah; we also use this to guide missiles for air strikes in wars. Alien: Your pet enjoys playing with tools of death? Human: I think that’s one of the reasons he enjoys it so much. ------------------

Alien: *Looks down at shirt* Alien: What is this? Human: Oh yeah, forgot to mention he’s a heavier shedder. Human: Sorry about that. Alien: Do not worry, for I too shed my skin. *Proceeds to peel off skin until raw muscle and bone is left* *Casually tosses aside empty skin suit which Fred walks over to and cuddles in* Human: Thank you for that fresh nightmare material. Alien: *slurring words due to no lips* Yoooou’re welllllcoommme.

#humans are insane #humans are space oddities #humans are weird #humans are space orcs #writing #original writing #niqhtlord01 #funny #cats #cat owners

[oceantornadoo]

a ghost lives

price came to your door and told you simon was killed in action. three months later, who's that at your door step?

angsty but turns smutty. happy ending dw :)

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“no.”

you slammed the door, hands shaking. “no, no, no. it’s not possible.” your shaking hands raised to your cheeks, clawing. tears streamed down your face, blurring your vision. the door opened, a dark figure walking through it. you flinched, taking steps backwards until your back hit the wall. you kept shaking your head, murmuring “no, no, no” without sound. you slid down the wall, staring at the man in front of you.

simon was in shambles. the moment he was medically cleared he had jumped on the next plane home, not bothering to tell anyone. he needed to see you, to hold everything he held dear, to believe in good again. and instead of a warm welcome, instead of your customary jump and kiss, you were breaking down. he didn’t understand it. what did he do wrong?

“love? it’s me. i’m home.” he said almost stupidly, unsure of his next move. he closed the door and locked it, and you flinched again. you were sitting on the floor now, tears running down your face with your head in your hands. he set his bag down gently, not wanting to spook you. he ripped off his mask and gloves, tucking them away. you gasped, finally making eye contact.

“you’re not real. you died. my husband died three months ago. you’re in my imagination. please, just go away.” you pleaded, prayed. price had come to your doorstep three months ago, hat in his hands, tears in his eyes. he talked about a difficult enemy and unfair terrain. the only word you heard was “k.i.a.” you died that day, and had been a breathing ghost ever since.

simon was in shock. he had left the hospital so quickly that he had never talked to his unit, didn’t know what they told you. he dropped to his knees, your pain flowing through him tenfold. “i didn’t die, love. i was just lost. i survived for two months in the woods until they found me. i was so badly injured i had to be treated by foreign operatives. price doesn’t even know, i thought they told him. i’m so sorry. i am so, so sorry. i’m here.” you shook your head at his every word. your nightmares were terrifying, but this was the worst one yet. you had never hallucinated in broad daylight. his familiar scent of musk and that cologne you bought him last christmas wafted through the air, punishing you. 

“i don’t believe you. you’re not real. i buried you.” you couldn’t afford to hope. the last months had been about survival, and you had just started eating regularly without bursting into tears, imagining simon cooking his famous meat pie in your kitchen. “casket was empty, lovie. i’m going to touch you now. i need you to know i’m here.” he reached his hand out slowly, like he was approaching a feral cat. you flinched again, breaking another piece of his heart and burying it like that empty casket. his fingertips brushed your cheek and your mouth dropped, tears stopping. 

“si? tell me this is real. convince me.” he maneuvered over until his knees touched yours, bringing you down to earth. you couldn’t believe him. your ghost was alive. there was no way. maybe you had too many melatonin gummies last night.

“look, dove.” he pulled up his shirt, showing you new scars. you had his scars memorized, mapped down to the millimeter, and you would never dream of him being hurt more. he showed you his bandages, moving your fingers over the wrapped bullet hole. he grimaced and you gasped. you would never wish for simon to be in pain, so the fact that he was meant…

you flung yourself at him, shedding new tears. “you’re here, you’re really here. you’re alive.” he nodded against your shoulder. you hear a small meow and drew your head back, looking at riley jr., your ball of fur. she padded over softly and nuzzled her head against simon’s knee, drawing a short laugh from him as he scratched behind her ears. through all of your nightmares, riley jr. had never acknowledged your ghosts. which meant simon was real. which meant he was alive. 

“i’m here.” he kissed your forehead, brushing back your hair. “i’m here.” he kissed between your eyebrows, smoothing the creases there. “i’m alive.” he kissed your tears away, drying your face. “i’m never leaving, dove.” he kissed your nose, finally drawing a small smile out of your. “i’m home.” he kissed your lips, and you kissed back fervently. your husband was home and alive and here. “simon, i’ve missed you. you have no idea. i died that day. i’ve been waiting to join you ever since.” he shook his head as tears rolled down his face. “be ready to wait another 70 years, love. we’re alive.” you tackled him again, pushing him down on the ground. you kissed him with the passion that had been gone for the last three months, cracked and dried out inside you. you climbed on top of him, needing to feel him, needing to believe. 

you grinded your hips against his, drawing out a low moan. “let me inside. let me show you i’m alive.” he said, still not convinced you believed him. you nodded, overcome with love for the man beneath you. he rubbed his palm against your clit, rocking you as you kissed. you hadn’t even thought of sex in the last three months, and it had somehow built up to this. you were instantly wet, always ready for your simon. you felt his hardness underneath you as he bucked his hips. you unzipped his pants, taking him out, long and heavy in your hands. he pulled aside your shorts and you sunk down on him with a low moan. “my husband. my simon. you’re alive.” you finally, truly believed it. he bucked into you, the friction of his clothes stimulating your clit. “my wife and her beautiful cunt, sucking me in. look at you.” there were dried tears on your face, sweaty clothes clung to your body, and your cunt squelched with every thrust. you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. you were so pretty, even when you cried. 

he flipped you both over, fucking into you hard on the floor. his hand wrapped around your head, protecting it from bumping. “i’m back because no one could ever fuck you like this. no one as good as me. say it.” he ordered, needing reassurance. “no one as good as you, si. no one will ever be you.” you moaned, your orgasm building up, with something behind it. he sucked your neck and pinched your nipples, reminding your body of how good it felt to be owned by him. “come on, dove. come for me.” you felt so wet and achy, your emotions out of control. his voice was the only thing keeping you conscious. you felt stuffed, full of your husband. “come on, my dirty girl. let me fill you up. my welcome home gift.” you gasped as you came, a tingling sensation following it. you looked down as you squirted on simon’s cock, so overwhelmed. he came, the juices mixing, trailing down your holes. “gonna give you a baby so you won’t ever leave. we’re never leaving each other, yeah?” he grasped your hair and pulled you in for a kiss.

“never, simon. i’m yours.”

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #call of duty #simon riley smut #simon riley wife #simon riley x you #ghost call of duty #angst with a happy ending #tornadothoughts

[reixtsu]

Wanderer Meeting Scarameow

Wanderer x gn reader (gender is not specified)

You/your pronouns used

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: You and your partner Wanderer were cuddling in a rainy day until you heard scratching at your door.

On a rainy day in Teyvat, the idea of your teapot experiencing rainfall never crossed your mind. The steady pattering of raindrops outside created the perfect atmosphere as you and Wanderer cozied up together within your home.

Snuggled on the warm couch, you played the role of the big spoon while Wanderer nestled as the small spoon. His head rested comfortably on your chest, his closed eyes radiating contentment. Wanderer's uncharacteristic affection was a pleasant surprise, a welcome change from his usual snarky remarks that seemed to be his default language.

While the cozy ambiance enveloped you, a faint scratching at your door abruptly caught your attention. Your heart skipped a beat, panic welling up inside you. You raised your head to inspect the door, and the scratching persisted. Oddly, it didn't carry a menacing tone; instead, it was a shallow, almost pitiful sound.

Curious, you began to rise from the couch, but Wanderer promptly stopped your attempt. "Hey, where do you think you're going?" he grumbled, shooting you an annoyed glance with one eye.

"Wanderer, did you hear that scratching?" You softly murmured into his ear, your fingers unconsciously toying with his deep blue locks.

The man grumbled, adjusting his position to rest more comfortably against you. "Didn't hear it, don't care,"  he mumbled before pressing his face into your chest.

You sighed, attempting to sit up, though it proved to be quite a struggle. Wanderer persistently pushed you back down as you fought to rise. If only he could be clingy all the time.

"Wanderer, let me-"

"No."

"But-"

"Do I shower you with affection like this often? Forget the noise and relish this moment of my love,"  Wanderer mumbled, his lips gently brushing the tip of your chin.

You nibbled your lip, struggling to refrain from showering him with tender kisses. He was being adorable – an infrequent yet strong card he played when he didn't feel like being his usual snarky self. Even though you yearned to stay on the couch with your beloved, the scratching continued, accompanied by a pitiful meow.

"Did I hear...a cat sound?" You mumbled to yourself, finally managing to sit up entirely, much to Wanderer's displeasure.

"Well even if you did, it's pouring outside!" Wanderer whined, another uncommon occurrence. You made a mental note to tease him for such later. Despite his protests, you gently freed yourself from his cozy embrace and made your way to the door. Wanderer sighed reluctantly, sitting up and running a hand through his hair as he observed you heading toward the door.

You approached your door with caution, and upon reaching it, you gingerly cracked it open to peek outside. To your astonishment, there was nothing to be seen.

"Huh?" You said in a hushed tone. You were about to walk away when you heard another meow.

"Mew," you glanced down and met the gaze of a dark blue cat with large, watery indigo eyes. The mere sight of the forlorn, rain-soaked feline stirred an immediate desire within you to care for it.

"Wanderer!" You called out, scooping up the cat and cradling it in your arms. You hurried over to your partner. "Look, it's a cat!"

The man in question merely squinted at the cat as you enthusiastically presented it to him. Wanderer shot a disapproving glance at the cat, mocking it with a scoff and a roll of his eyes. "It's just a silly, soaked furball."

You pouted. "Don't say that… He looks like you."

The expression of pure amusement on Wanderer's face was indescribable. He let out a scoffing laugh. "Don't be ridiculous. How does that cat look like me?"

"He just does," you shrugged.

Wanderer let out an audible sigh of disapproval. Nevertheless, he cautiously extended his hand towards the cat, hoping it would sniff him. To his dismay, the cat responded with snarls and hisses, prompting Wanderer to recoil in distaste. Just as he was moving his hand away, the cat angrily swatted at him.

"The hell?!" Wanderer grumbled angrly, rubbing the spot the cat swatted. He glared daggers at the cat as the cat retreated nonchalantly into your chest. His frown deepened, growing more and more disapproving of the cat.

"Oh, Scarameow..." You tenderly stroked the cat's head, cradling it like a distressed baby.

"Don't tell me... You've already bestowed that ridiculous cat with a lousy name?!"  Wanderer gasped, aghast and disbelieving. He couldn't fathom how the cat was obviously manipulating you with its supposed 'cuteness'.

You expressed your disapproval with a hmph, giving the cat a gentle pat. The cat's damp fur was gradually seeping into your clothing, but you chose to overlook that for the time being. "It looks like you, so I'm naming it accordingly," you affirmed.

Wanderer gazed at you, a blend of disappointment and envy in his eyes. Although he wouldn't confess it right then, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of anger toward the cat for diverting your focus from him. He recognized the absurdity of his emotions, which is why he refrained from discussing them with you. Nonetheless, Wanderer crossed his arms and regarded you with an irritable expression.

"Fine. Do as you please,"  Wanderer grumbled. "But that cat is damp and odorous, and if you don't clean it up soon, you'll end up smelling just like that wretched feline."

You knew that beneath the annoying, indifferent exterior he was displaying, there was a hidden, but small, concern for the cat. You smiled at this idea, and walked away to the bathroom with a content smile.

"I'll be right back, love," You said with that angelic tone you always have when you're in a good mood.

Slightly perplexed, Wanderer let out a frustrated sigh as he settled back onto the couch. "Archons above, I can't stand how much I care about them. The lengths I go to for their well-being..." He muttered under his breath. While his choice of words was negative, the tone of his voice held a lighthearted quality, almost affectionate.

While Wanderer might not have a fondness for the cat, Scarameow, he had intentions of allowing you to care for it until the rain ceased. As long as you were content and he received cuddles and affection from you now and then, he figured he could endure the inconvenience. 

Even for just a while.

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Author-kun's notes: This is my first Wanderer x Reader or Genshin Impact x Reader content that I have ever made! Being the simp I am (not???), I mostly read other's x reader work. Though I do write my own x reader content in Milgram and Bungou Stray Dogs, I wanted to write some Genshin content here too! I do love Wanderer with all my heart. He is the first Genshin character I saw and instantly fell in love with. I just gotta make sure he doesn't see my other waifus and husbandos. (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

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[disneyprincemuke]

midnights, 8 * mv1

rumours on the paddock have it that max is out and about with another girl on his arm

pairings: max verstappen x fem!reader

warnings: -

notes: only 2 more parts after this,, making me kinda sad ;( i’ve used this as an outlet not to trauma dump irl anymore so what have i gOT AFTER THISSSS

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the car slowly comes to a stop, turning your head to stare at the apartment building you used to have memorised. it’s in the louder part of town, a more convenient location for your now ex-lover for when he needs to get around.

you hadn’t expected to cave so soon, but you were lying about in your apartment with nothing to do when you felt a sharp pang of pain in your chest. fueled by the sudden cat shaped hole in your heart, you called victoria up for a request to spend some time with the felines you’ve deemed as your kids.

a soft tap on your window makes you turn your head, a small smile from the younger woman startling you before winding the window down. “hey!”

“hey,” you greet her solemnly, putting the car in park before you climb out slowly. “have you gotten dinner yet?”

“i’ve got food upstairs,” victoria assures you. she turns to the man in uniform, hands behind his back at the entrance of the apartment building. “extra for you as well.”

he sends you a grin. “ms. (y/n)! welcome back.”

you return his gesture with a courteous nod. “hello,” you smile as he makes his way to your car.

valet is something you never asked for, but max had insisted following the incident of you chipping the paint off your car on a wall in the cramp basement parking.

if victoria hadn’t told you that your car was still under the list, you would have taken a taxi.

“sorry for calling you so abruptly,” you chuckle sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck as you follow the younger woman into the elevator. “i just missed jimmy and sassy. so much. i’ve tried staying away, but those two have got my heart in their tiny little paws.”

victoria smiles warmly at you, a friendly hand on your shoulder with a tight squeeze. “i’ve always got your back,” she giggles, shaking you slightly. “you’re my favourite.”

you shake your head. “have they been eating fine?”

“they have! but i get an inkling that they’ve been missing you,” victoria frowns, now leading the way in the empty hallway. “they sleep on your side of the bed when i’m around and start meowing like crazy when i come in. probably hoping it was you.”

that was the conflict you had coming back from the singapore gp to clear the apartment of your things.

you had concluded yourself that packing them up to bring them with you would be too stressful for the cats, which is why you made the difficult decision to leave them in max’s apartment.

on your last night, you gathered them up with you for cuddles while you slept. in the morning, they meowed for you as you walked out, leaving your heart heavier than it initially was.

when you step into the apartment, you try to push away the lingering feeling of breaking out into a sobbing mess. you call for the cats as you usually do, things shuffling and falling over in different parts of the apartment before you see two figures running over to you.

“i’ll prepare you a plate,” victoria grins, closing the door behind her. “i made carbonara.”

she disappears into the apartment, leaving you with the two cats rubbing their heads and bodies on your calves while you take off your shoes. it’s not very like them to be clingy like this, so it makes you grin though they do make it harder to finish your task.

“yes, yes,” you mutter, grabbing jimmy by the torso to briefly move him away. “i will carry you in a bit, baby. i just want to take off my shoes.”

you trudge further into the apartment, trying to make sense of the half empty place you used to call home. you should’ve been here; you should still be here.

if only you can get yourself to call him instead of moping around and falling asleep with his name on your lips like a prayer.

you try to get comfortable by the coffee table in the living room, both cats wrestling one another as they try to fit in your lap. you put your bag on the table. “i’ve got treats for you guys!” you squeal. “but, i’ve got to send a text first. give me a second, okay?”

you turn on your phone, answering your friends with a simple text message. you then get distracted from there, swiping to your home page and opening instagram for a quick look.

suddenly, you wish you never had.

there’s a picture of max, in the paddocks during the race weekend… with her. the bane of your existence then, and still the bane of your existence now even when he’s not yours anymore.

not that there's anything suggestive in the picture that would confirm a relationship. but it is enough to raise speculation now that news has broken that you are no longer together.

they're simply walking side by side in conversation. surely there's nothing going on between them. right?

you feel your heart sink in your chest and your throat closing in. even the presence of either cat isn’t enough to make you want to stay. but you know you have to power through — they’re just cats. they don’t know what’s going on.

you breathe out shakily, tears filling your eyes to the brim as you take out the liquid treats for the cats.

victoria walks out of the kitchen, alarmed by your sniffling and the tears falling out of your eyes. “oh, hey! what’s wrong?”

you shake your head, promptly putting the packet of treat down while jimmy and sassy flock to the familiar scent. you wipe your tears away and laugh dryly. “oh, it’s nothing! i just really missed the cats.”

“no, really. what is it?” victoria asks in a soothing tone, putting down the plates on the dining table before she runs over to you. “what’s wrong? talk to me about it.”

but you can’t. victoria will always be on max’s side — through and through. they’re siblings, after all. it doesn’t matter what happened between you both. no matter how much victoria says that you’re her favourite.

you grin through your tears and force a smile. “it’s just the apartment. i haven’t been here in so long.”

the suppressed emotions from earlier are finally surfacing. it’s even worse now that the universe made you look at the picture of max with kelly.

it all feels too fresh. sure, you were doing fine months after the breakup. but it’s different now seeing him in the first steps of moving on; you were still hoping for that slight glimmer of spark to eventually rekindle and reconnect you with him.

with kelly now in the picture, the possibility to having max back are looking bleak.

victoria holds you in a side hug. “i’m sorry you guys broke up,” she rubs your arm, head resting on top of yours. “i’m here if you need to talk about it.”

you give her a nod with a small smile. you wipe your tears away and try your best to stop crying - you'll just cry on your drive back home. "of course. thank you, vic," you smile, patting her knee. "but i will be okay. as always."

"i'm on nobody's side, if that helps."

you're not sure why victoria felt the need to clarify that. the only possible reason would be that max has not spoken of you and it only makes the tightening in your chest worse.

you let out one final sob, hand on your chest as jimmy and sassy wrestle one another for the liquid treat in your hand. you laugh breathily as you look up at victoria. "if max hasn't talked about it, maybe it's best that i don't as well."

and it left a bitter taste in your mouth saying that. it feels like it's over. you've now completely lost max without any signs of life. there are no signs of max ever coming back.

if max can move forward, so can you.

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[droopycoquette]

2. Breakfast And Obsession

Summary: Is it normal to think about your neighbor this much?

Warnings: Fluff

Italics = Mapi's Thoughts/POV

Word Count: 2.2k

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You woke to your cat sitting on your chest and after days of waking to Bagheera screaming, it was a very welcomed change. The thought of Bagheera made you smile, specifically, thoughts of his owner.

You got out of bed and made your way to the kitchen, your cat following closely behind. You began to sluggishly make breakfast and you couldn't help but wonder what Mapi was up to today while you did. You knew she must be busy with practice, but a sliver of hope wiggled its way into your chest. Maybe she was still home.

You cracked a smile at the idea of morning Mapi. Would her hair be a bird's nest, and would her face be puffy? Maybe she was cuddly in the morning.

As you finished with your breakfast, avocado toast, you glanced over at the clock on the wall.

"I think I have time to make her some too," you whispered to Aella. "That's a friendly thing to do, right?"

Aella blinked at you as she laid on the counter.

"And I'll get your breakfast as well, Princesa," you chuckled, adopting Mapi's nickname for the cat. "Hopefully she's home."

You grabbed another plate and hurriedly fixed another plate of food before opening a can of cat food for Aella, pouring it into her bowl.

"I'll be right back," you called to the cat as you walked into the hallway with a plate of food.

Raising your fist and knocking on the door a nervousness entered your stomach, a good kind. The kind that makes you want to run in circles and giggle. Your mind was filled with thoughts of Mapi, of her reaction to your cooking and of seeing "morning Mapi."

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Mapi stood over the sink, brushing her teeth and humming a song that she had heard on the radio at some point in time. She was in a good mood, and she had a feeling it had something to do with her beautiful next-door neighbor.

"I think she was really nice," Mapi says through the foam in her mouth. "And I know you liked her."

Bagheera meowed from his perch on the toilet, watching as Mapi finished brushing her teeth.

"Maybe I could see her again later today," Mapi calls as she walks to the living room.

Sitting down, she begins to look through her bag, making sure she had everything she needed for the day. She was about to get new socks when she heard a knock on her door.

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The door opens, revealing curious Mapi.

"Hey Reina," Mapi grins as she leans against the door frame, crossing her arms, unconsciously flexing.

Morning Mapi is not here to greet you; the footballer is already wide awake. Damn it. Maybe next time. But, on the bright side, her muscled arms were on full display and with them, her tattoos.

"Hola Mapi," you greet. "I made two servings. So, I thought that maybe you'd like some."

Mapi notices the plate in your arms. The food looked fucking delicious.

"That looks amazing. I'm culinarily impaired so any food is appreciated."

That makes you perk up, "Really! I love cooking so I tend to make more than I actually will eat. Would you like to come over and eat together sometimes?"

You cooking for me? Sign me the fuck up!

"That sounds grea-"

Bagheera cut her off as he walked between her legs to you, rubbing himself on your shins.

"Hello handsome."

You lean down to scratch the top of the black cat's head, resulting in a loud purr.

"Everyone loves you," Mapi laughed.

"I'm very lovable," You grin.

"Yes, you are."

You pause as a heat enters your cheeks. Mapi watches as your brain short circuits, an adorable show that Mapi is happy to watch.

"Hey, I think we forgot to exchange phone numbers last night. Do you think we could do that now," Mapi calls, running into her apartment and returning with her phone.

"Yes," you say, snapping out of your daze. "That sounds good."

Mapi hands you her phone and, while you put your phone number into her contacts, she takes the time to take you in. How your lips slightly part as you concentrate, how your hair falls, how your legs shift back and forth. Speaking of your legs, your pajamas consisted of a very large T-shirt and very small shorts. Your legs were on full display.

Yes ma'am

Now, on the pervert scale, Mapi was up there so the Spanish woman appreciated the view very much. In fact, she couldn't wait to watch you walk away.

"Done," you smile. "Oh, and here."

You hand the plate of food to Mapi with a smile.

"Thanks."

You stood there with an eager look, looking at the plate then at her then back at the plate.

Why are you so cute?

"Well?"

"What," Mapi asked.

"Are you going to try it," you ask, a slight pout finding its way to your lips.

"Oh, Right! Come in," Mapi laughs.

You follow Mapi into the kitchen excitedly, still beaming at the sight of her. She sets the plate of food on the counter and takes a seat. You pull up a chair beside her.

"Avocado toast is one of my go-to breakfast foods," you explain as Mapi takes a bite, watching her intently and holding your breath.

Mapi hums, her eyes closing slightly as she savors the flavor.

Is there anything you can't do?

"Fuck, this is good," Mapi moans.

Relief floods through you, glad that she enjoys your cooking. "I'm glad you like it," you grin.

"Like it? Baby, this is Michelin star worthy. I love it."

Baby? She called you baby!

Mapi watched once more as your brain fizzled and cracked, almost seeing the steam coming out of your ears due to the shutdown. She had to look down to prevent herself from smiling. Fuck was she blushing?

Mapi clears her throat hesitantly. "So, uh, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out later today?"

"Yes!"

Both you and the tattooed woman pause at the lack of subtleness that your response had.

"I mean, that would be lovely," you corrected yourself. "Maybe I could give you a cooking lesson? I could come over here or we could go to a grocery store to pick up ingredients first and then come back here. Unless you don't want to then-"

And there you go with your spiraling.

A sweet look spread across Mapi's face as she gazed at you. From the way your eyes held every emotion to how plump your lips were, you were perfect. She wanted you and she couldn't deny it anymore.

"Does that sound good," You finally ask.

"Yes, that sounds amazing," Mapi grins, snapping out of her daze.

"Perfect."

|*|

Mapi watched as her neighbor left her apartment and, the moment the door closed, began to run up at down her apartment. Excitement flooding her veins and flowing into her muscles.

"I have a date, Bagheera!"

Her cat watches as she begins to run out of breath, falling onto her bed with a smile before hopping back up and realizing, she's going to be late to practice.

|*|

"I have a date, Aella!"

The black cat, blinks at you, before meowing softly.

"I know," you grinned, dancing around your kitchen, before freezing. "Shit, I got to get ready for work!"

|*|

"Why are you smiling so much," Alexia asks, panting alongside Mapi.

"What do you mean," Mapi gasps, her calves on fire.

"Rest!"

Both Mapi and Alexia jog over to the water cart, Alexia watching Mapi with a raised eyebrow but decided to let it go.

The football player's mind was on you for the entire practice. On your smile and, if she was being honest, your legs.

|*|

On your way home from work, you could be found with an unabashed smile, you had no reason to hide. You were ecstatic. You couldn't wait to see Mapi and learn more about her, maybe even...

You had to physically shake your head at the thought of kissing her.

Let's get to be friends first, you thought to yourself.

You made your way up the stairs, humming a tune that had been stuck in your head for a while, before coming to a halt.

|*|

"Adios a todos," Mapi waved. "Nos vemos manana."

"Adios, Mapi," everyone responded.

Mapi left the locker room with a pep in her step, practically running to her car. Her face stuck in a permanent smile; she hadn't felt this way in a long time. The butterflies, the constant smiling, and the nagging need to see someone. It made Mapi's heart race; it wasn't something she was used to, but it was something she missed.

The football player sped down the road, reaching the apartment in record time. Bounding up the stairs, Mapi eagerly knocked on your door and paused. Then again. Then again.

"Noo," she whined, practically slamming her forehead against your door.

She trudged back to her door and into her apartment, throwing her backpack onto her sofa. She was greeted with the soft purrs and chirps from Bagheera, rubbing himself on her calve and letting his tail wrap around it.

"Hello" Mapi giggled, leaning down to pick him up. "She's not home, yet."

Mapi pouted against Bagheera's silky coat, walking to her room and setting him down onto the bed. She collapsed onto the bed beside him, her arms wrapping around the fluffy feline. Mapi couldn't help but feel disappointed that you weren't home yet. She had been looking forward to seeing you all day. But as she lay in bed with Bagheera, the thought occurred to her that maybe this was a good thing. Maybe this would give her some time to prepare for when you did come over later. Mapi wanted everything to be perfect when you arrived.

Mapi rolled over on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. She couldn't wait to see you again. She hadn't felt this way in a long time. It was all so new and exciting. Mapi knew that she had to take things slow, but she couldn't help but feel drawn to you.

As she lay there, lost in thought, she snapped up.

"I cannot see her looking like this Bagheera, what am I doing?"

She hopped up and got to work, sifting through her closet before picking out an outfit. She then got to work on tidying up. She dusted and wiped down every inch of her apartment until it was spotless. Mapi even went as far as to light some scented candles, hoping to set a relaxing and romantic ambiance.

Finally, after what felt like forever, she was done.

"Maybe she's home now," Mapi thought out loud.

Bagheera meowed in response to her remark. Walking over to the door as if to convince her to go knock on her neighbor's door again.

"Okay, I'm going, I'm going," Mapi sighed.

Walking across the hallway and planting herself in front of your door. Knocking three times, she waits. Then again. Then again.

"Fuck," Mapi groans.

Turning around, her back against your door, she slides down until her butt hits the floor.

"Why aren't you home yet," she sighs to herself, hitting her head against your door.

As the dirty blond sat there, she could hear Aella meowing in your apartment. And, before she could respond to the little princess, she heard your voice.

|*|

"Mapi?"

You watched as the footballer hurriedly stood up. When she did, your breath was taken away. Her hair was down, this was your first time seeing her hair down and she look gorgeous. She was dressed in a short sleeve button down, cropped just enough for you to see a sliver of her abs, and baggy jeans with a carabiner hooked on one of the belt loops.

"Hola, mi Reina," she smiled. "Qué tal?"

"I'm good," you giggled. "What are you doing?"

"Waiting for you, actually," Mapi blushes. "I got home a little early."

"Oh, well aren't you sweet," you smiled, feeling your heart race. "Thank you for waiting for me. I'm sorry I'm late. Work ran longer than I expected."

Mapi waved off your apology, her eyes locking onto yours. The attraction between the two of you was palpable, the air thick with tension and anticipation.

"Well, the wait was worth it," Mapi replied, stepping closer to you.

Both of you paused, as Aella's meowing could be heard through your door.

"I'll be right back, don't go anywhere."

"I was actually planning on leaving the country," Mapi jokes.

"You're not funny."

"Yes, I am."

You scoffed as you entered your apartment. And, as soon as the door closes, breathe out a huge sigh. You hadn't expected her to be so perfect, so Mapi. Aella rubs against your leg, and you lean down to pet her.

"What do you think, girl?" you whisper, rubbing behind her ears. "She's pretty amazing, right?"

Aella purrs in response, and you smile. You're nervous, but excited at the same time. You've never felt this way before, but you're ready to explore these new feelings.

Rushing to change and put your stuff, you recount your date plans to yourself.

You take a deep breath and open the door, finding Mapi still waiting for you. She's scrolling through her phone and leaning against the wall but looks up as soon as you step out.

"Ready to go?" she asks, standing up.

"Yes!"

#mapi león #mapi leon x reader #woso #woso imagines #The Parent Trap(Cat Ver.) #barca femeni x reader

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

● Hook x Reader ●

• SMUT 18+

Summary: Ethan Page breaks off his engagement with you. Taz takes you in and introduces you to Tyler. Tyler teaches Ethan a lesson about blowing up your phone.

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I walk into me and Ethan's locker room very excitedly. He is sitting on the couch.

"Hey baby! Did you see my match? I won my first match here!"

He doesn't say anything looking at his phone and I look at him puzzled. I sit on the coffee table infront of him looking at him.

"Did you hear me?"

He doesn't look up or say anything again. I put my hand on his arm trying to get his attention. He smacks my hand away looking up at me. I pull my hand to my chest.

"Owww what was that for?"

He stands up looking down at me. I start breathing heavy looking up at him.

"We are done Y/N."

"Done?"

"Yes. Done. Now give me MY engagement ring."

"W...what?"

I look down at my ring than back up at him. He has his hand out waiting for it.

"Why Ethan?"

"I have found someone better than you."

Those words broke me. I slowly take off my ring and put it in his hand. He scoffs ripping the ring out of my fingers.

"You're so pathetic. And useless."

I look down at the floor not wanting to look at him. He gathers his things together still belittling me the whole time.

"So much happier that I found someone who will care for me and actually do what I say. Don't call me. Don't text me. Don't even think about me."

He leaves the room slamming the door behind him. I feel the tears start to pour out of your eyes. You lean down into your knees and start crying. 20 minutes go by, I hear someone knock on the door. I ignore it thinking it's Ethan. I hear the door open but continue crying into my knees.

"Y/N. Honey. What's going on?"

I feel a hand start rubbing my back. I sit up still semi crying, looking up to see Taz sitting on the couch. He rubs my shoulder looking at me.

"What happened Y/N? I had to come looking for ya because you had an interview but didn't show up. What happened honey?"

I sniffle wiping my face and lifted my hand up to show my bare hand. His eyes go wide seeing my ring is gone. I start crying again. He stands up pulling me up into a hug. I start crying into his chest while he rubs my back.

"Honey. It will be okay. I'm here for you. You know you are like family to me. If you don't have anywhere to live, you can live at my house. I'll even help get your stuff out of his apartment."

I sniffle wiping my face again looking up at him.

"You mean that? I mean I do need a place to live but I also have a cat if that's okay. And I would feel better if you did come with to get my stuff."

"You and your cat are welcome to stay. Now let's go get your stuff and your kitty!"

I grab my bag and follow him out of the locker room, to the parking garage and to his car.

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*at the apartment*

I get out of the car and walk over to the door to get into the apartment with Taz and one of his "helpers" right behind me. I take a deep breath and unlock the door. I walk in with them behind me and walk around not seeing Ethan anywhere. I start telling them what is mine and what is his. They start taking my stuff to their trucks. I get my cat backpack and walk to my bedroom looking for him.

"Oliver? Where are ya buddy?"

He runs and jumps on the bed with a little meow. I slightly smile looking at him.

"Well buddy. We are going for a little trip."

I pick him up, put him in the backpack and carry him out to Taz's truck putting him on the backseat. I go back in and pack all my stuff up from every room. I hand Taz's "helper" the last box than turn around in the doorway looking around. I sigh and tear up a little. Taz comes up behind me and puts a hand on my back.

"Y/N it's time to go."

He points to Ethan's car pulling into the parking lot. I throw the key into the apartment, close the door and walk over to the truck. Taz follows behind me watching Ethan the whole time. I get in the truck, close the door and watch Taz stand infront of his truck putting the window down to hear the. His "helper" comes around and stands next to him. Ethan walks over to them.

"What are you doing here? And why do you have my girl?"

Taz scoffs looking at him.

"Your girl? Last I checked, you broke off your engagement and broke her heart. So no she ain't your girl anymore. And we came to help her move out."

Ethan rolls his eyes and crosses his arms.

"That girl is all talk. She always says she is gonna move out and leave me. But I know Y/N. She would never leave me. No matter how bad I treat her. She always stays with me."

Taz and his "helper" move closer to Ethan. Ethan takes a step back.

"Like I said, we came to help her move out."

Ethan laughs and walks over to the apartment door, unlocks it and walks inside. Taz gets into his truck starting it and his "helper" gets into his. Ethan comes back outside screaming and waving his hands. He walks over to the driver's side tapping on the window. Taz looks at me and I nod. He rolls down the window slowly looking at Ethan.

"Taz! Where is......."

He looks over at me in the passengers seat.

"Y/N! Get your ass in that apartment right now!"

I look away from him starting to feel tears coming to my eyes. Taz looks at Ethan and shakes his head.

"I meant what I said. She's moving out. Now goodbye."

Taz rolls up the window and shifts into drive which causes the doors to lock. Ethan runs over to the other side of the truck trying to open the door. Taz hits the gas and leaves the parking lot. I take a deep breath when we hit the road.

"Honey. It will be okay. He can't hurt you anymore."

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*at Taz's house*

I get out of the truck getting Oliver's backpack making sure he is okay. I put him on my back and walk to the front of the truck. Taz is standing there waiting for me. I look at his house noticing cameras and security guards everywhere. I look over at him.

"Your house is so gorgeous but why do you have so many cameras and security guards?"

He laughs putting a hand on my shoulder.

"I'll tell ya later about that. For now, let's get inside so I can show ya your room."

I slightly smile and follow him inside. We walk inside and my eyes go wide looking at how beautiful everything is.

"Taz are you sure I can stay here?"

"Of course! Wait until you see your room!"

He grabs my hand and pulls me up the stairs, down the hallway and I hear loud music coming from one of the rooms. I look at Taz and he laughs a little.

"That's my son Tyler. You will meet him soon. I think you two are about the same age."

"I'm 24."

"Oh so is he. Wait. You're 24? Why were you with Ethan? Isn't he like 10 years older than you?"

I roll my eyes and look at him.

"I'll tell you about that later. For now, wanna show me my room?"

"Oh and your a comedian too? I like you already!"

I giggle and we walk into my new room at the end of the hallway. I gasp at how beautiful the whole room looks. Taz pats my shoulder.

"So you don't need much of the furniture you brought with you. But don't worry. You can decorate the room however you want. And all your other belongings will be brought up to your room for you."

"Taz I don't know how to thank you enough for everything you are doing for me."

He looks at me and smiles.

"Join me, my wife and my son for dinner tonight. We are going to a restaurant. So you can dress casually just not like a bum."

I giggle sitting down on the bed.

"You got it. As long as my clothes get up here soon."

He laughs and walks out closing the door behind him. A couple hours go by and my belongings are all brought to my room. I organize and put everything away. I set up a corner for all of Oliver's belongings as well. I go through my clothes trying to find something to wear. I settle with a black crop top, some ripped up jeans and some black high top sneakers. I put my deer skull necklace on and fix my tongue piercing. I look at myself in the mirror in my personal bathroom attached my room. I straighten my hair to go with my outfit. I smile looking in the mirror.

"This is the first time I have felt good about how I look in a long time. I am going to have a great time tonight."

I hear a knock on my door and walk over to the door opening it to see Taz. He smiles looking at me.

"Well look at you! Feeling better already!"

"I am feeling better. Thank you."

"Ready to go? My wife and son left already to get us a table."

"I am ready."

I walk out closing my door following him downstairs and to his truck. He opens the door for me and I get in. He walks around getting in and heads down the driveway and to the restaurant.

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We get to the restaurant and he parks next to his wife's car. Taz looks over at me.

"Look. I told my wife I was bringing you along but my son doesn't know."

I look over at him smiling a little.

"Taz... are you trying to set me up with your son?"

"Maybbeeee....."

"Taz I just got out of...."

"Y/N. Honey. I know you just got out a relationship. But I know my son. He wouldn't dare hurt a woman. And honey. You need a real man anyways."

We both laugh and get out of his truck. We walk over to the table. Tyler's back is facing me and he is looking down at the menu on the table. Taz's wife stands up and hugs me.

"You must be Y/N. Taz talks so good about you."

I hug her back and smile.

"Yup that's me."

Taz points next to Tyler and I sit down next to him. Taz sits next to his wife and kicks Tyler's leg.

"Yo what was that for?"

"We have company."

"I dont....."

He looks over at me and stops talking. I giggle looking at him.

"You don't what son?"

"HI I'm Y/N. You must be Tyler."

Tyler nods his head yes just staring at me. I nervous giggle looking at him.

"Okaayyy"

"Anyways what is everyone hungry and thristy for?"

I look through the menu trying to decide on something to eat. The waitress comes over and takes our drink orders. She comes back with the drinks than takes our food orders. She leaves and Taz looks over at me and Tyler.

"So son. Y/N had her first match on AEW yesterday."

Tyler looks directly over at me. I look back at him smiling.

"I did and I won!"

"Congrats."

I look over at Taz with a puzzled look.

"Does he ever show any emotion?"

Taz laughs and Tyler quickly turns his head towards me. I look back at him with a stone cold look on my face. Tyler smirks and looks down. I shrug my shoulders and feel my phone buzz in my pocket. I pull it out and see a message from Ethan.

Why haven't you come back to the apartment yet? We need to talk.

I put it away and look up to see Taz looking at me. I slightly bite my lip trying not to cry.

"Was it him again?"

I shake my head yes and he sighs. Our food comes and we start eating our dinner.

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*2 weeks later*

Laying in my bed with Oliver, I am looking through the thousands of messages Ethan has sent me. I don't even tear up anymore. I've been thinking a lot about everything that happened and to me, I am starting to heal and get better from it. I know I don't want to go back to Ethan. I have been having fun hanging out with Taz and his family. Tyler and I are kinda flirty with each other but I am trying to take it slow. My phone buzzes and another message comes through.

Y/N. Babygirl. Please talk to me. I miss you. I want us back.

I roll my eyes closing my phone. I hear a knock on my door and get up. I open the door expecting Taz but instead it's Tyler.

"Oh hey Ty. What's up?"

"My parents are going out. So I am going to make some steak and mashed potatoes. Would you like some?"

"I would love some. Could I join you in the kitchen?"

"Yeah sure."

I follow him down to the kitchen. He grabs a pan out of the cabinet along with a pot for the potatoes. He gets everything out on the counter. I walk over and lean on the counter looking at him.

"Could I help ya with anything?"

"Not right now."

I move closer to him and put my head on his shoulder to be annoying.

"Cmoonnnn Ty."

"Okay okay. Let me find something for you to do."

He pulls a chair over from the island and sets it next to the oven.

"Sit here and look pretty."

I huff and sit in the chair.

"I don't like this. I wanna help with something. Please. I don't want you to just sit here and....."

I get cut off by Tyler grabbing my face and kissing me. My eyes go wide than close, kissing him back. He pulls back looking at me putting his hand on my throat.

"Now just sit there and look pretty like a good girl."

I shake my head yes looking at him wide eyed. He goes back to making dinner. I bite the inside of my lip squeezing my legs together watching him. He looks over at me and slightly smirks.

"You okay over there?"

"Oh me? Yeah.... I'm okay."

"Never had anyone put you in your place before huh?"

"Not like that. Never been called a good girl either."

"Good to know."

He laughs and finishes up making dinner. He sets everything up on the island for us. I move my chair closer and he sits on the other side. I look over at him smiling.

"Thank you for this Ty."

"Well I have something to tell ya."

"What's up?"

"I told my parents to go out because I wanted to make you dinner and maybe this could be like our little date night. We could eat dinner than go to my room to watch a movie."

"So you planned a date night for us but didn't even tell me it was a date night? Cmon. I'm still in my pajamas."

I giggle looking at him. He looks at me slightly smiling.

"You are okay with it being a little date night?"

"Of course Ty."

"Oh and Y/N?"

I look up at him slightly smiling starting to eat some mashed potatoes.

"I was also wondering if you would....."

"Yes."

"I didn't even finish my sentence. I was wondering if you would like to be my girlfriend? My dad told me about your ex so if you still need more time, I get it."

"Tyler. I am way over that guy. It's a yes."

"Yes! That makes me so happy!"

I giggle and we continue to eat dinner. My phone buzzes three more times on the island. Tyler looks over at me.

"Whose that?"

"The ex."

I roll my eyes finishing up eating.

"He has been texting you for 2 weeks now?"

"I have like over a thousand messages from this guy."

We get up putting our dishes in the sink and cleaning up the kitchen.

"That's crazy."

He grabs my waist and pulls me into him. I put my arms around his neck.

"But don't worry. I have a few ideas of how to get rid of him."

"I don't wanna worry about him right now. I wanna worry about our date."

He smiles, grabs my arm and pulls me up to his room. We walk into his room and he flops down on his bed. I sit down on the other side looking around his room. He grabs my sides and pulls me over to him. I turn on my side and lay my head on his shoulder with his arm around my neck. I pull out my phone and look at him.

"Could I take a picture of us and post it?"

"Of course babe."

I turn on my camera and take a cute picture of us laying in bed together. I post it on Twitter with the caption "He made me dinner and than asked me to be his girlfriend! What a gentleman."

"Oh that's definitely gonna piss some people off."

"I don't care. I'm happy with you."

He leans over me and kisses me. I put my hand on his cheek and kiss him back. He pulls back laying back down and looks through the movies on the TV. He finds a movie and puts it on. He moves me off of him and sits up taking his shirt off. I bite my lip a little.

"Sorry I just always like to have my shirt off in my room. Or clothes for that matter."

I giggle and look at him still biting my lip.

"I am the same way."

"Than take your clothes off."

I look at him with wide eyes. He looks at me and smiles a little. I slowly take off my shirt exposing my breasts since I wasn't wearing a bra. I hear him suck in some air looking at me which makes me giggle. I stand up and slowly take off my shorts also not wearing underwear.

"Holy fuckkkkk."

He gets up, comes over to me and runs his fingers through my hair gripping some. I bite my lip looking at him.

"What a good girl."

I gulp still looking at him biting my lip.

"Now get on your knees."

I slowly drop to my knees while he keeps a hold of my hair making me look up at him.

"Ya like this babygirl?"

I shake my head yes looking up at him. He smirks letting go of my hair and slowly takes his shorts off. I gulp seeing his cock flop out of his shorts. He smirks looking down at me.

"Now you are going to take my dick down your throat like a good girl."

I hear my phone buzz on the nightstand. Tyler grips up my hair making me look up at him.

"Did you hear me?"

"Yes Daddy."

He bites his lip looking down at me.

"Good girl."

I open my mouth wide sticking out my tongue.

"And you have a tongue ring? Fuckkkkk."

I laugh looking up at him. He grips my hair again making me open my mouth wide with my tongue hanging out. He slaps his dick against my tongue a couple times making me moan a little. He starts slowly shoving his dick down my throat. He shoves it all the way down making me gag really hard than pulls it back out. I cough a few times, tears coming out of my eyes but I still open my mouth wide for him again. He slowly shoves it all the way down my throat again making me gag than pulls it back out.

"What a good fucking girl."

I look up at him, spit hanging my mouth and a couple tears rolling down my face. He pats my cheek smirking. My phone starts ringing on the nightstand. Tyler turns around and grabs my phone.

"Oh look who it is."

He looks down at me and smirks.

"I have an idea. Keep sucking and gagging on my dick baby."

"What's your idea?"

"What did I just say?"

"Yes daddy."

I grab his dick and start sucking on it. He moans and grabs my hair. My phone starts ringing like a videochat. I look up at Tyler with his dick all the way down my throat.

"What a good job. You got it all the way down without gagging."

Tyler answers my phone without me knowing. The camera is facing him.

"Y/N! I knew you would soon answer.......me? Tyler why do you have Y/N's phone? Where is she?"

I start sucking his dick faster looking up at him. He moans a little smirking at Ethan.

"Oh she has been a little preoccupied with her time."

"What do you mean?"

Tyler turns the camera around while I have his dick shoved all the way down my throat again. Tyler let's out a moan.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! That is my fiance! Not your new girlfriend!"

I pull his dick out and slap it against my tongue a few times looking up at the camera. Tyler laughs watching Ethan freak out on camera.

"Alright Ethan. Unless you wanna watch me fuck the shit out of MY GIRL, I suggest you hang up and never call her ever again."

"Are you fucking kidding me?! Whatever! Bye!"

He hangs up and Tyler puts my phone on the nightstand. I stand up looking at him. He comes over, wipes my face and smiles.

"Now for the fun part."

The enddddddd

#aew imagine #imagines #wrestling imagine #writing #aew dynamite #aew imagines #aew wrestling #aew fanfiction #tyler senerchia #aew smut #hook aew #hook smut #aew hook fanfic #aew hook imagine #aew hook #charley's fics

[to-thelakes]

escape artist

pairing; frank castle x fem!reader

summary; your orange cat was a menace but at least your gorgeous neighbour - Frank - got to help you out.

warnings; fluff, reader has an orange cat, slight au

notes; okay so this is day 5 of my fluffbruary fics! I'm currently working on day 6 so that should be out later tonight! this fic was so sweet and it makes me wanna write a friends to lovers frank castle suburbia au fic. like especially with this reader?? i feel like it'd be so cute so please let me know if any of you would like more of these two! but enjoy <3

ao3

The neighbourhood was quiet when you woke up. The sun was filtering through your sheer curtains as you blinked awake. The familiar warmth of your cat sitting at your feet on the bed was gone and there were none of the usual yowls for food that woke you. You turned over, rubbing your face with your hand but when you looked across the dimly lit room, there was no evidence of your menace of an orange kitty.

It was just you. No cat. Your eyebrows furrowed and you shoved your sheets back, checking under the bed. There was nothing and then you realised. Your window. You had left it open. The screen had been loose and when you pulled the curtains back, you saw it. Sugarpuff had pulled the screen back and escaped.

“That goddamn escape artist,” You cursed under your breath as you stepped back from the window. It wasn’t the first time she had done this. You were told that orange cats were trouble but Sugarpuff was worse than any you had come across. You loved her despite it all but she was an absolute menace. You grabbed your crocs on the way to the front door, snatching the treats up from the side table. This was a routine now.

That was the one good thing about living in suburbia, early mornings didn’t mean hellish traffic. When you had lived in the city, there would be cars rushing by and Sugarpuff would - to put it bluntly - be dead by now. But in suburbia, she usually came running to the sound of you shaking the bag of treats.

“Sugarpuff!” You called from your front porch. The early morning sun had you wincing, your eyes hadn’t expected the sudden change in light but making sure Sugarpuff got back to you safe was worth any pain. You shook the bag of treats and waited. But there was no sound of familiar pawsteps. No Sugarpuff. You frowned, “Sugarpuff! Where are you?” You called again, stepping down off the porch and looking around. You shook the bag of treats again, “I have treats for you, baby. Just come here.” If it was any other time of day, you would have rather died than call out like that but it was early. Everyone was likely still asleep, having a lazy Sunday in.

Then you heard it. A whiny meow and you recognised it instantly.

“Where are you, baby? Sugarpuff, come on. I’ll give you a treat,” You called as you walked across the pathway of your front lawn. Then you spotted her. Your insane orange cat was perched on top of one of the trees. Her paws were pressed forward and it seemed like she kept trying to climb down but she was too scared. You stared at Sugarpuff, completely baffled by her.

“What are you doing up there, huh?” You said as you walked up to the bottom of the tree. Sugarpuff meowed out pitifully towards you again and you sighed. You ran your fingers through your hair before glancing around, “Stay right there, baby. I’ll get you down.” Sugarpuff meowed again and you pocketed the bag of treats before heading back towards the house. You had stepladders under the stairs which would hopefully reach you to her and she could come safely into your arms.

“You okay, ma’am?” The gruff voice of Frank Castle made you jump. He had moved in a few houses down and although you’d welcomed him with some cookies, that was the extent of your interactions. He seemed sweet enough and he had been helping Mrs Klein, an elderly woman in the neighbourhood, with tasks around the house. She had lost her husband last year and he seemed more than happy to give her support. It was sweet but you didn’t know much about him other than the small snippets from Mrs Klein. 

You certainly hadn’t expected him to be up at this time on a Sunday morning and you whirled back around, he was dressed in running gear. His hair was sticking to his forehead, sweating dripping down the side of his face. He looked exhausted yet there was a soft look on his face.

“Yeah, yeah, just my cat. The orange menace got stuck in the tree,” You gestured vaguely towards the oak tree. Frank chuckled and glanced over, spotting the orange furball.

“Do ya need help?” He asked. You shook your head.

“I’m just gonna grab the stepladders and then I should be able to reach her. She’s a fucking idiot,” You explained as you stepped backwards, an amused smile spreading across your face. He nodded and you headed into the house. 

When you came back with stepladders in hand, you hadn’t expected Frank to still be outside but that’s where he was. Instead, you found him standing at the bottom of the tree and he was talking to Sugarpuff in a soft, sweet tone; you honestly hadn’t even thought he was capable of it.

“Ya pretty lady is gonna get you down but ya gotta stop running out on her,” He said. Sugarpuff meowed back in response, clearly unimpressed by Frank’s assertion. You cleared your throat and Frank’s head snapped back, “Thought I’d keep her company while ya got the ladder,” He explained. You smiled and gently placed the stepladder down.

“She’ll appreciate it more than me,” You said as you adjusted the ladder so that it was firmly pressed into the dirt. The last thing you needed was to fall over in your pyjamas and crocs. You stepped up onto it and stood up on your tiptoes, just about able to reach Sugarpuff. But she didn’t seem like she wanted to be picked up and shied away, stepping backwards away from the edge, “Are you shitting me, Sugarpuff? Come here.” Frank chuckled below you, one hand resting on the ladder and keeping it steady as you stood on your tiptoes, desperately trying to reach out for her.

“Want me to try?” He asked curiously when he noticed that your attempts were futile. You sighed and tried to lure Sugarpuff forward but she didn’t seem to respond to any of it. You let out a huff of annoyance before getting down from the stepladder.

“Be my guest. She’s a fucking menace,” You said, exasperated. Frank chuckled and you switched places. Within seconds, Sugarpuff had let him pick her up and he stepped down from the stepladder. She settled against his chest and you watched in utter disbelief, “Fucking traitor,” You whispered towards the orange menace. Frank was grinning as he stroked Sugarpuff.

“D’you want her?” He asked, meeting your gaze. You sighed and rubbed your face.

“Could you take her inside while I bring the stepladder in? Don’t want her trying another fucking escape act,” You requested. Frank nodded and he gestured for you to go first. You carried the stepladders in and put them under the stairs again while Frank continued to stroke Sugarpuff, “Can you keep a hold of her a sec?” You asked. Frank let out a noise of agreement while you headed to your bedroom and closed the window. That menace was not going to escape again.

When you returned to the hallway, your screen door had been pushed to and Frank was sitting on the floor, stroking Sugarpuff as she rolled over. It was clear that she was loving the new attention and you were honestly in disbelief. Sugarpuff usually hated anyone that wasn’t you and she hated men the most. She constantly hissed at the mailman and any delivery drivers who dared to get too close to the windows. But it was different with Frank, it seemed

“Thank you for rescuing her. She’s a menace,” You said as you leant against the side table by the front door. You put the treats back on the side and he shrugged.

“S’all good.” The tension that had been in your shoulders since you woke up seemed to release as you took in the sight of Frank. He was so calm, stroking Sugarpuff like she hadn’t just nearly given you a heart attack at half 5 in the morning.

“Can I offer you breakfast?” You asked curiously. Sugarpuff seemed to recognise that word and she rolled away from Frank and got up on her paws again, “She definitely wants it. So, you wanna join us?” Frank looked at Sugarpuff and then at you, his face stoic. From that look alone, you had a guess what his answer would be.

“I would love to but I gotta finish my run and get back to Amy,” Frank explained as he clambered back up to his feet. You nodded your head, trying to brush off the sting of rejection. You knew that it wasn’t serious, it didn’t mean anything.

“Of course, thank you again. If she ever runs away again, I know who to call,” You said, forcing a smile onto your face, “I’m gonna go and give her some food so you can escape. Thank you, really. It means a lot.” Frank didn’t know what to say so he simply nodded and sent you a warm smile. That smile soothed the rejection a little as you headed into the kitchen. 

Sugarpuff followed you in and when you put the wet food in a bowl, she happily began to munch down on it; while you washed your hands. It was a couple more moments of sorting out her supply of dry food and refilling her water fountain before you heard the front door close.

You found yourself frowning as you returned back to the fridge to pick up your breakfast supplies. You knew it was ridiculous to be upset at something so simple but Frank was endearing and Sugarpuff was usually avoidant of men. If even Sugarpuff liked him then she knew that he was a good one which made you want to know him. 

It wasn’t until after breakfast that you wandered back into the hallway and on the side table there was a note. You had abandoned some scraps of paper that you used to make a quick shopping list. But among the blank scraps, one of the pieces of paper had a note scribbled across it. The handwriting was scraggly but you were pretty sure it said ‘Can’t call me if you don’t have my number’ followed by a string of numbers. Your jaw dropped slightly before you glanced at Sugarpuff.

“Thanks, buddy,” You mumbled before picking up the note and heading back into your room to put it into your phone.

<3

#frank castle #frank castle x reader #the punisher #frank castle x you #frank castle fluff #frank castle x fem!reader #frank castle x female reader #the punisher fluff #the punisher x reader #fluffbruary #reader-insert

[cup1dt3a]

hi, if you dont mind me requesting, how about a wally darling x gn reader where they are the villain of the show, but like,, unintentionally. they are vv clumsy and knock into shelves at howdys, trip eddie on his mail route, ruin julies chalk games, etc. and every time they feel horrible, but run away because they are scared of confrontation. so one day they knock over all of wallys paints while hes stepped away, and when he goes to their house to give them a piece of his mind, he finds them crying and ranting to their cat about how bad they feel but how scared they are to apologize (sorry if its too long!! ive had this idea in my head all day lol)

A poor soul who is mistaken for the villain being a victim to their own clumsiness. I love it! Hope you’re having a good day or that it gets better! Also you’re fine I love it when I get descriptive requests! ⚠️⚠️warning: Angst

“ Oh no! No no no!” You gasped panicking over the now kicked over bucket of paints.

All you wanted to do was take a closer look at Wally’s newest artwork on the large canvas. But no you just had to accidentally step into one of the paint cans. As you tried to get your leg out of it you had only made things worse. Sloshing paint everywhere, knocking down more cans, tubes, and almost the canvas. But you had managed to save in it your colossal pile of mistakes. As you finally got your foot out after jerking it out the heavy can you had noticed a small smudge of red paint. Your heart beat quickened. You ruined it! You ruined all of Wally’s hard work, hours, seconds, and passion. You just ruined it!

Why are you like this? Well that’s obvious. You’re the town screw up. The pushover who always ruins everything. You sometimes avoid going anywhere for months because you’re too scared to ruin something else. For instance one time when you were just looking the ingredients you needed to bake a cake as an apology to Julie for accidentally giving her poisonous flowers. They had all of her favorite colors , but turns out hot pink can literally burn your eyes. You had knocked down two shelves after hitting your head on them. You didn’t know what to do or how to handle all the eyes on you so you ran. Just like with Julie after giving her the flowers you ran. Just like with Frank when you accidentally tore half a page in one of his books. Just like with everyone else you always ran away.

Just like right now as you ran away from an enraged Wally who had just came out of home. Frozen in shock taken back by his usual cheeky smile now gone and replaced with an annoyed look. So you rushed to your only sanctuary as always your house.

You apologized as you ran back to your own house. You panted slamming the door as you knees curled into the floor of your home. You just wanted to look at someone’s painting and yet instead of being able to admire their work you ruined it just like every thing else. All except for one soul in this name uttered your name with a scowl. Well if they could and it was your pet cat Mr.Wiggles. He was an adorable spynx cat who you one day found out all alone in the rain in a battered up box. His red eyes may have made him look scary but you find them enduring from how much love he always showed once you were in the room. On days when you let him wander around with you to most he would look like your evil sidekick ,but to you he looked like a little angle just wanting to make friends. It’s almost like you were both on the same boat of being the outcasts of the group.

You sat on the cold floors as Mr. Wiggles came to your aid at the hurried slam of your front door. Meowing attentively as if he was trying to ask what was the matter. Seeing as you were once again crying once home. Curling beside you as he tried to comfort you.

“ Thanks buddy, but I don’t think we’ll be welcome here anymore.” You sniffled trying to hold back the rest of your tears.

“ I’m fine I just…screwed up…again!” Your voice cracked as the tears poured down once again while you trembled from each sob.

This was outrageous! How and why do you always keep on doing this!? Tube after tube of his new paints were ruined. Even his brand new canvases he laid out behind his latest work. Everything ruined and covered in the new paints. Were you just trying to make everyone feel bad? Every time you came out of your lair you always ruined something. For instance with Julie you made her sick for a week with flower pox! You had tripped Eddie while he was out on his daily run to Franks house. Burnt Poppy’s cookies when she asked you to watch over them. Ripped a book of Franks favorite book sure it was Frank, but even he wouldn’t do that to that to him. You had made a huge hole in Sally’s now broken stage. You knocked down two displays in Howdy’s store and didn’t even try to help. The worst one was with your evil little cat. He had pounced onto Barnaby’s head.

And now you decided to ruin his work. That was the last straw. Chance after chance was given to you, but now it seems like you’re just testing your luck.

“ How does someone even manage to achieve all this in under 5 minutes!?” He frustrates at the ruined paints.

His cavas had a small smudge of red paint on it thankfully. Everything except his painting was mainly ruined. But just why do you do this? The first few times when you first came here everyone brushed it off as small accidents, but it was just a constant cycle of ruining things. So he had no choice, but to try and confront you. To see just why you kept doing this. And to give you a piece of his mind once and for all.

As he greeted a few of his neighbors while he stomped over to your own home he eventually came to the dark and gloomy home of yours. Already giving him chills down his spine as he was about to knock on the door. But he soon had heard sobbing and continuous meows. Concerned he looked around to see where they were coming from and noticed one of your darkly colored windows opened still. He sneaked around the corner peeking through the cracked window.

“ I know I know! It’s just that whenever I make a mistake and try to help I just can’t stand trying to talk to anyone.” You cried.

“ I just want to be friends and make up for my mistakes, but every time I try I make a new one! I even ruined Wally’s beautiful painting and got Julie sick! I’m just a horrible person aren’t I?” You ranted to Mr. Wiggles.

“ It’s just like every other neighborhood I’ve gone to! Soon enough they’ll all start hating me and want me gone again.” You cried now uncontrollably sobbing.

He then felt pity for you as you cried out to your cat now holding him close. Just as he was about to try and comfort you he soon tripped over a stray thick vine in your almost dead garden.

“ Wha..What was that!?” You gasped startled as you slowly got up hurriedly seeing who had just yelped outside your open window.

“ Hello Neighbor!” Wally popped up from the outside of your window startling you.

“ H-Hi…I swear I didn’t mean to knock over your paints! I just…I swear it was an accident!” You sniffled.

“ I know. I didn’t mean to ease drop, but I heard everything you said. But I just wanted to say sorry to you. ” He chuckled trying to lighten up the mood even as your glazed eyes still threatened to draw tears again while you used to window as a fence between the two of you.

You shyed away from his gaze as you croaked out “ Why… I’ve done nothing, but ruin everything since I got here?”

“ Well we haven’t been the best of neighbors to you. I don’t even think I’ve even tried to get to know you.” He said as you rubbed your eyes trying not to cry again.

“So how about we give this another shot?” He asked extending his hand out for you with a comforting smile.

“ I’d like that a lot… Neighbor.” You smiled getting up from the barrier you of your window taking his hand.

Maybe things will be different this time.

Thank you all so much for reading this all the way here! Hope you’re all doing well or that it gets better!

Sincerely-Cup1dT3A 💌

#welcome home #wally darling #gender neutral reader #welcome home x reader #welcome home wally #wally darling x reader #Angst #welcome home angst

[nichoskittycorner]

The Werecats- Nicho and Yuma  

>> Idk if this is a fic or a drabble but NichoYuma werecat agenda so fun

>> Werecat!Nicho, werecat!Yuma, threesome, dubcon, oral sex, cockwarming, dp 

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   >> The new neighbors were quite special. A pair of friends named Nicholas and Yuma- two beautiful young men who could only be described as catty. 

  >> Nicholas was very laid back. A fashion major who was always great fun when he wanted to be. On the other hand, he was standoffish and had a glare that could kill if he was in a bad mood. Think of a cat that liked being pet but would push your hand away when they were tired of it. 

   >> On the other hand, Yuma was always in your face. Smiley, full of energy but feisty. He liked affection and his adorable smile just melted your heart in seconds. His silly little snaggletooth just warmed your heart!

 >> The day you met them was quite interesting. You were heading out for work when a loud yowl sound shook the walls of your apartment. Peeking your head out, you saw a pretty tall man run past you, laughing as he went by- quickly followed by a slightly shorter man, eyes ablaze as he chased his target. 

>> The shorter man was quickly distracted by your presence. His eyes seemed to widen and he gasped, sticking his hand out to you. 

>> "Oh hi! You must be our neighbor!" He introduced himself as Yuma and apologized if they woke you up. You assured him that you were already awake so it was no issue. 

>> He sighed in relief and mentioned that his roommate was the little troublemaker and if you couldn't sleep- it was cause of him. At the same time, said roommate returned and, after messing up Yuma's hair even more, introduced himself 

>> Nicholas was his name and he was more than happy to have met you as well. From there- you guys started to see each other on the regular. Every morning they were out to greet you and welcome you home every night. 

>> It was a bit suspicious but they brought you gifts and snacks and started to hang out with you outside of those greetings so you were fine with it. 

>> They loved lounging around your couch or letting you pet their hair. Almost to the point, you were positive they were purring when they got that affection from you 

>> A few months into your friendship, you were greeted by two beautiful cats waiting outside your apartment one morning. A pretty Siamese cat with a stunning black cat. Staring at you like they were waiting for you for quite some time

>> When you opened the door, they meowed and rubbed their heads against your legs. Purring and encouraging you to pay attention to them

>> As cats do, you didn't have a chance to pet them as they sauntered into your apartment. Making themselves comfortable on your couch, the black cat yawning and curling up for a nap. And the Siamese cat massaging his paws into the cushions. 

>> Well, guess this was your serving of the cat distribution system. In this case, if you were gonna have cats, might as well get them names and supplies.

>> Settling on Mittens for the Siamese and Inky for the black cat until other names can be decided later. 

>> You would need to get supplies after work but for now, some bacon for breakfast would have to do until you got proper food for them. Feeding the fuzzballs by hand and letting them lick your hands when finished

>> Your heart melted as you kissed their soft foreheads and headed out. All day you thought about the felines but it didn't get past you that you didn't see your neighbors that morning. They had become part of your routine so it was a little sad to not see them. 

>> What was more baffling was coming home to see Yuma and Nicholas in the afternoon, but your cats were gone. The front door was slightly ajar when you returned. You panicked that maybe you had left the door open and had been robbed but no such thing had happened. 

>> Everything was in place except your new fuzzy friends were gone. You were disheartened that Mittens and Inky left so soon. Maybe they would return though! Lifted up by the thought, you added a cat door to your place (with the landlords' permission of course) 

>> And thankfully you did. Because not long after, they causally came sauntering back in one day. On a weekend when you were cleaning around, Inky's fuzzy little head poked through the cat door before stretching and stepping in 

>> Inky meowed as if saying hello and leaned his head onto you for attention. You were overjoyed they still remembered you and decided to take a break from the chores. Picking the feline up and smothering him in kisses and treats 

>> He melted into your embrace and just let you hold him. At the same time, a soft knock was heard at the door. Revealing an excited Yuma- 

>> You of course let him in and the two of you had coffee and snacks while you tried to keep Inky away from eating things cats shouldn't. Poor thing was pouting as aggressively as a cat could- and glaring at Yuma the whole time too 

>> You thought it was funny but you enjoyed their company. Another day, it was the opposite. Nicholas and Mittens were here but the glaring never stopped. It wasn't entirely malicious though- it was almost silly and playful 

>> So now you have two cat friends and two… cat-like friends! 

>> Things started to get a bit strange one night though. It was a full moon and Mittens and Inky were back- making themselves comfortable as per usual- except you noticed 1. They weren't comfortable and 2. Oh, there was a smell… 

>> They were on your bed, flopping, rubbing their bottoms, and scratching up your sheets. It was beyond bizarre and you considered getting them to a vet but a quick google search dispelled your fear. It was probably just rut season! Or so you thought- 

>> Well the next best thing was to stay home from work and take care of your cat friends. Now how do you take care of cats in this season…

>> You headed to the kitchen, trying to ensure they had food prepared and maybe grabbing some treats for them. Treats and pets always made them feel better! 

>> When you returned to the room, you dropped the bags in your hands and had to cover your mouth to stop from screaming. Your cats were gone and now in your bed were your neighbors- naked, blushy in the face and with a pair of fuzzy ears and tails on them

>> Words escaped you as you looked at the two. They barely noticed you as Yuma fucked your pillow and Nicholas had his face buried in your sheets as he touched himself 

>> You couldn't tell if you were embarrassed, shy, or turned on- A small gasp was the only thing that left your mouth as you tried to reason what was happening 

>> Only then, did they stop and notice your presence. Pupils blown out through drooly and red faces. But it wasn't out of shyness though- No they were hungry, and they wanted you

>> They moved faster than you could process, jumping onto you and sinking their teeth into your neck. Not enough to bleed but enough to mark your soft skin. They were already strong individually but now they treated your weight like nothing - pulling you onto the bed and tearing at your clothes with ease 

>> You landed on your stomach- but in someone's lap, strong arms holding you still, with someone's claws grazing against your bare ass

>> "W-wait! Yuma! Nicho! Calm down!" But they didn't hear you. Only licked at your bare skin with rough tongues as their hands roamed your body 

>> Someone's hand squeezed your ass when another fondled your breast roughly. A tongue slipped into your mouth while another pushed your legs open and started to lick at your cunt 

>> You tried to hold it back but a moan slipped out of your mouth, quickly swallowed up by the tongue reaching into your throat- 

>> A part of you was starting to melt and enjoy this, another part wanted to fight back and push them away. You tried to push off whoever was kissing you- which you figured out was Nicholas when you opened your eyes

>> A low growl emitted from his chest as his hands snapped up to your throat, his claw-like fingers dug into your flesh and held you still. His tongue never stopped exploring your mouth  

  >> At the same time, Yuma never stopped eating your pussy out. Licking and sucking at your clit like it was some toy as his tongue teased your entrance. Your hips started to shake as they continued to stimulate you. Unknowingly prepping your body for them to use 

>> They were usually good at controlling themselves on full moons. Nicholas and Yuma were essentially werecats- able to shift at will with heightened senses and of course, a cat form

>> But when the moon was full, they lost their senses and became just horny desperate creatures. They usually just dealt with it, waking up the next morning to a messy home and a silent agreement to not ask questions 

>> But now, they met you. Their beautiful, sweet, and fun neighbor who literally always left her door open for them. And in cat language, that meant you belonged to them 

>> So to their cat brains, your space was for them to mark and your body was theirs to use to get off and breed as they pleased. Which was why your so-called 'pleas' didn't make sense to them and were ignored. To them, your body was delicious and only drove them crazier. 

>> You were loosening up and relaxing in their grip. Nicholas finally detached himself from your lips, giving you a chance to breathe. But his lips were quickly replaced by the head of his red and throbbing cock

>> It was big for sure and the little barbs around the shaft scared you a bit but you know what he wanted. Your lips parted only slightly while your mind ran wild 

>> Well you didn't have time to think it through, Yuma had already aligned himself with your pussy and pushed in roughly, making you gasp and lurch forward and taking Nicholas into your mouth 

>> You could hear their moans and purrs of satisfaction as they started to thrust into you roughly. Not a care in the world as you gagged and stretched around them 

>> Claws dug into your hair and into your hips, keeping you steady as they used your body like a simple toy for them. The brush of a tail against your nipples or a tickle against your throat sent you spiraling 

>> At first it hurt. Oh, it hurt so badly- not used to their large size, the barbed sensation, or the force of their thrusts. But in a strange way, your body relaxed and enjoyed this experience 

>> You moaned around the cock in your throat- now moving your hips back to meet Yuma's thrusts and tightening your throat around Nicholas and dragging your tongue against his length 

>> They were clearly sensitive and came in no time. Filling you up on both ends with their thick seed, yowls of pleasure filled the air but they never stopped

>> And a part of you was glad they didn't slow down or stop, even as your brain turned to mush, your body trembled in their grip and quaked as your orgasm build-up

>> No need to be ceremonious and warn them, they weren't going to register it or stop until they were satisfied, including fucking you raw and full until the sun came up 

>> Granted, every time you came it was like a reward to them. Encouraging them to go longer and stuff you more as the sheets soaked beneath you and your brain went foggy 

>> The next morning was quite the doozy. Waking up sore, your body covered in bruises and shallow claw marks- cuddled up in your bed with your neighbors, still slightly damp with cum - and cock warming both of them in your fucked out cunt 

>> You twitched slightly trying to sit up but were met by a tightening grip around your waist and a rough tongue licking your sensitive also bruised neck 

>> Looking around, you recalled more of the previous night- your cats- Nicholas and Yuma- oh, and the sex… lots of that. That explained your position 

>> Finding out that your cats were werecats… or your neighbors were your cats… however you put it, it was bizarre. But you could ask those questions later. Instead , petting the set of fluffy ears they still had out 

>> Yuma's ears twitched and he smiled, his cute little tooth popping out. Nicholas purred lowly at the contact and opened his eyes 

>> "Hi- morning you crazy kitty."  Nicholas scoffed at you but nuzzles his nose into your hair 

>> "Hey, are we awake now?" Yuma popped his head up, his tail wagging full of energy 

>> "Yes. And actually, you both have some explaining to do." 

>> It took a second for them both to register the situation, finally turning red from pure embarrassment at the situation. They're lucky you loved them both already- regardless of the form they took for the day 

#&team hard thoughts #&team hard hours #&team smut #andteam smut #&team x reader #&team nicho smut #nicho smut #andteam nicholas smut #andteam nicholas #&team nicholas #&team drabbles #&team yuma smut #yuma smut #&team yuma #andteam yuma #yuma x reader #andteam yuma smut #&team nicholas x reader #werecat

[yup-thats-me]

kitten love • kudo. k

a/n: hello! long time no see. I've been so stressed due to my studies and couldn't manage time to write in here. hopefully, I'm back. I've lost the habit of writing, so it might be a bit rough. but nonetheless, I hope you enjoy and feedback is greatly appreciated! lowercase intended.

prairing: finacé!Kudo Kiyoka x shy!fiancé!reader. from "my blissfull marriage"

warning: none.

synopsis: Kudo brings home a kitten for his darling wife-to-be 🩷

meow

the call was so feeble, almost as if it wasn't there. but thanks to Kiyoka's heightened senses, he was able to tell where it came from. walking behind the building, Kiyoka saw a black and white kitten, not bigger than his palm, curled up in a small ball.

he reached down gently stroking the animal. the kitten nuzzled closer to the warmth, purring contently.

"are you separated from your mother, kitty?" Kiyo asked softly although he knew it obviously cannot answer his question.

he continued petting the cat as he thought about what he should do. he cannot leave this small kitten here for the night. it will take mere minutes for wild dogs to tear the animal apart. too small and weak to defend itself.

suddenly he remembered a conversation that took place between him and his fiancé y/n.

the two were out, to run some errands. a date if you will. Kiyoka had left y/n only for a minute to grab one of his work papers. when he came back, y/n was not there where she was supposed to be. getting concerned about his fiancé, Kiyo ran around the alleys to find her. he found y/n a bit later, crounched down beside a vending machine, petting a stray cat.

"y/n! I told you not to go anywhere," Kiyo gasped standing beside her. "Oh. I'm so sorry, Kudo-sama. this cat was nuzzling my leg. I couldn't resist not to pet it. but it got away and hid behind this vending machine so I followed." She said with her head low. "I'm sorry to worry you, Kudo-sama. please forgive me."

Kudo smiled softly, petting her head. "do not apologise, y/n. I'm not angry. just worried about you." He said. "just don't go anywhere without telling me from next time, okay?" He asked to which his fiancé nodded.

"you like cats, y/n?" Kiyo asked her as they drove back home. y/n nodded softly. "Yes. I do like them. is there any problem with it, Kudo-sama? are you perhaps allergic to cats?" her question made Kiyo chuckle softly.

"no. no, dear. I'm just curious" He smiled. "Oh. okay then," y/n blushed.

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y/n liking cats is something that has been on his mind ever since that day. he knew y/n would be overjoyed to get a new pet. it'd keep where from getting from at home.

so Kiyo picked up the kitten gently, carried him to the care, and drove home with the kitten in his lap. when he entered the house, y/n was there at the door as always, waiting for her fiancé to arrive.

"welcome back, Kudo-sama," she said, smiling softly. for some reason, seeing y/n smile always made Kiyo blush. "uh...good evening, y/n" he replied, almost stuttering.

meow

y/n looked at her soon-to-be husband confused. getting out of his trance, Kiyo quickly showed the kitten to y/n, which he had covered with his handkerchief to provide some warmth.

seeing the little creature in Kiyo's hand, couldn't help herself but reach her hand towards the kitten in Kudo's hand. realising her mistake she quickly withdrew her hand. "excuse me for my immature behaviour, Kudo-sama." she spoke quietly with her head low. Kiyo sighed. "How many times do I have to talk you not to apologise for everything, dear? l don't mind. here" He said passing the kitten to her, "you can pet it all you want. I brought it home for you."

y/n bowed, caressing the cat. she smiled to herself as she felt the silk-soft fur of the kitten. as Kiyo watched his fiancé smile, he knew he had made the right decision bringing the cat home.

"you can keep the kitten on a blanket while we have our dinner, y/n," Kiyo said as he went to take a bath. "Yes!" She replied.

after the two had their dinner, they sat as y/n brushed out Kiyo's wet hair. "have you thought of a name for the kitten yet, y/n?"

"um...i'm thinking Etsu (delight) .?" She said softly. "what do you think, Kudo-sama?"

"Etsu. it's a nice name. Y/n. I think it suits him."

Kiyo looked at the mirror as she combed his hair. a smile gracing her lips. the sight made Kiyo's heart flutter. all he wanted to do was to make y/n smile for the rest of his life. he knew, all he needed to continue living was her smile. he'll always make y/n smile. he'll always love her. it's a promise he made to himself. and he was a man to forever abide by his promises.

#my happy marriage #my blissful marriage #kudo kiyoka #kudo x reader #kiyoka x reader #my happy marriage x reader #my blissful marriage x reader #kudo kiyoka x reader #kudo kiyoka x y/n #kudo kiyoka imagine #my blissful marriage imagine #my happy marriage imagine #anime #anime x y/n #anime x you #anime imagine #anime fanfic #imagine #fanfiction #x reader #x you #x y/n #x shy!finacé!reader #shy!reader #fiancé!reader

[rookthorne]

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 | 𝐉.𝐁.𝐁

Pairing ❅ Barista!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader Word Count ❅ 990 Warnings ❅ Pet names, fluff, best friends to lovers, swearing, poor Steve is sick of Bucky's obliviousness and he plays the matchmaker Author's Note ❅ My second submission to @the-slumberparty's creator challenge for week 2. Keep Me is this drabble's anthem.

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𝑪𝑶𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑬 𝑪𝑼𝑷  : ̗̀➛ a hot drink made from roasted and ground coffee beans, served in a cup.

Bucky’s cafe was a home away from home, a place where you could be happy, spend time with your two closest friends, and your favourite fluffball. You just hoped that your admission wouldn’t change a thing - at least, you had to hope it would, in the best way.

The wind was bitter and chilly, whipping against your fluffy scarf and beanie with little care for how the cold froze your nose and cheeks. Snow hadn’t started falling just yet, though you suspected it wouldn’t take long at all - which was why you were out and about in the first place, not at home where it was warm, where blankets and pillows awaited your return. 

Instead, you were stopping at your favourite spot downtown, a small cafe affectionately known as Happy Beans Cafe - it was a place where people from all walks of life could drop the baggage on their shoulders for a little while and enjoy the best coffee Brooklyn had to offer. 

And the company was pretty good, too.

The bell on the door chimed when the door swung closed, and you shivered, the sudden warmth of the cafe very welcome to your half-frozen fingers. “Hey, guys,” you said, shuffling to the counter.

“There she is!” Steve was the first to round the stained wood and bring you into a tight hug. “We’ve missed you,” he murmured into your hair, squeezing you tight and then letting you go. You smiled at him and before you could speak, he stepped closer while your favourite brunette had his back turned for just a second. Voice just above a whisper so only you would hear, he said, “Buck more than any of us.”

With a subtle wink, Steve stepped away and rounded the counter again where he punched Bucky on the shoulder. “Fu-” Bucky cried but cut himself off, looking around wildly for customers until his bright eyes landed on you. “Sweetheart! Oh my god, hello!”

“Hey, Buck,” you laughed, watching him run around the counter and lift you in a hug, his arms tight around your waist. “I’ve missed you.”

You had called Bucky your best friend for years now, the two of you had grown inseparable through life’s many trials, and since you had left for a quick trip back home to your parents, you realised something. 

That something was that you had a crush–feelings, for your best friend. 

Without Bucky by your side, you had realised just how much you came to love and crave his presence; his full bellied laughter and that nose scrunch he did when you told a perfect (horrible) joke–or after you had a bad day, how he would be waiting with open arms and a soft smile. 

Bucky’s hugs had been your home, and you hadn’t even realised.

“I’ll make your favourite,” Bucky said, grinning like he was the happiest man on earth to see you again. “Go sit.”

You beelined straight to your favourite spot - a window bench where Bucky’s cat, Alpine, lay basking in what little sun there was. “How is my favourite fluffball?” Alpine chirped and rolled on her back, exposing her fluffy belly and soft paws. You cooed and scratched her belly before moving to her paws, her pink paw pads were begging to be played with. “Look at these toe beans, huh?” 

Alpine meowed and started to purr when you heard footsteps behind you. “Your favourite.”

“Thanks, Bean,” you winked, and Bucky blushed - a light dusting of pink on his cheekbones. The nickname had stuck since he opened this place, but he would only allow you to call him that. The cup he gave you was your favourite, a pretty pattern painted around the bottom that extended up onto the handle. “Come sit with me?”

“Sure,” Bucky huffed, plopping down across from you. A tentative sip of the beverage proved it was the perfect temperature and you hummed happily. Bucky smiled. “What else did my troublemaker get up to?”

You scoffed at his words and rolled your eyes. “No trouble, unlike you.” Bucky laughed and waited patiently for you to sip away at your drink, little did he know that it was for courage. “Actually,” you started, furrowing your brows in thought. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Oh no,” Bucky gasped dramatically, and you slapped him on the knee. “Okay, okay, truce–what’s up?”

Steve had gone suspiciously quiet at the counter, the lull of patrons making it more obvious. Taking a deep breath, you looked into Bucky’s eyes and tried; it was now, or never.

“Ireallylikeyou.”

Bucky stared at you blankly, his head tilted in confusion. It was not a helpful comparison to think he looked like a confused puppy at that moment. “Sorry, sweetheart, you’re gonna need to speak up,” he said, taking your hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze - you sighed and dropped your gaze. It was obvious he didn’t hear you; he’d be teasing you mercilessly otherwise. “I didn’t catch that.”

You cursed in your head and squared your shoulders, meeting his gaze once more. Your voice shook with nerves and it was an effort to force it out. “I really like you.”

The coffee cup suddenly became very interesting, the pattern and swirls like something you had never seen while Bucky stared at you, mouth opening and closing in shock–bewilderment? You couldn’t tell, but it scared the hell out of you regardless. 

“Just tell her, Buck!” Steve shouted from the counter. Your focus whipped towards him and he grinned, while Bucky shifted in front of you nervously. “If you don’t, I will.”

“Tell me what?” You asked, trying in vain to desperately stop your stomach from dropping. This was a mistake; this was a mistake-

“Ilikeyoutoo,” Bucky mumbled, staring at Alpine who had taken an interest in what was happening–her knowing gaze flicking between her two favourite people.

“It’s about fucking time!” Steve yelled, arms wide in victory. “Now, love birds, what drink do we want to celebrate? It’s on the house!”

“Of course it’s on the house, Stevie,” Bucky sighed, smiling exasperatedly, though his eyes shone in the light. “I own the damn cafe!”

You couldn’t help it–you laughed and launched forward into Bucky’s arms and kissed him.

↠  𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ↞

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes fluff #navy and roo's sleepover #rookthorne's works #Happy Beans

[jungle-angel]

And Kitty Makes Ten (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You and Bob take in a stray just a few nights before Halloween and it ends up being the best thing ever

Warnings: Pregnancy, cuteness overload as usual

You and Bob were all snuggled under the blankets on the sofa, completely engrossed in Tim Burton's "Corpse Bride" with two steaming mugs of cinnamon hazelnut coffee sitting on the endtable near the sofa.

You melted into Bob's touch as he caressed your belly under your shirt, his warm hands on your skin as he felt the growing life inside kicking against his palms.

"Calm down, princess," he cooed to the baby. "You're acting like you've never had coffee before."

You laughed a little bit as you held your hand over his, completely relaxed and in utter heaven as Bob pressed his warm lips against your forehead.

"You hear that?" Bob said suddenly.

You shook your head.

Bob turned the volume down on the tv, the two of you listening intently when you heard scritching at the front door. Bob helped you up before you both found your way to the front door.

"Oh hello," Bob said upon seeing a pair of glowing green eyes in the dark.

You gasped when you heard the frightened meowing coming from the black cat that hid a little around the corner of the threshold. Bob held out his hand for the cat to come and sniff, the scraggly little form curling her tail around him.

"We might wanna shut the door, it's getting cold out," you told him, shuddering as goosebumps formed on your arms.

Bob coaxed the cat inside, her slinky black form noticeable on the beige carpet in the entryway and the living room. She meowed like crazy, even as Bob had gone to the kitchen to get her something to eat, returning a moment later with a bowl full of milk.

"I don't see a chip or a collar," he said, gently poking through her fur a little bit. "If anything she must've come from some hoarder den somewhere and run away."

"Think we need to comb for fleas?"

"Better to just be on the safe side."

You and Bob were surprised that the cat willingly let you wash her off in the small downstairs bathroom with the special flea and tick shampoo, drying her with a warm towel before she crept back into the kitchen to finish off her milk.

No sooner was she back in the kitchen than Salem, the male black cat, came creeping up from the basement, often hiding in the little apartment you had holed out for Bob's parents. He purred and rubbed against the female and she against him, as though they had known each other all their lives.

"You see this?" Bob chuckled.

You laughed yourself as they skittered away into the living room, curling up together on the blankets, their tails twitching happily.

"I think she's here to stay," you told him, smiling broadly.

"If that's the case, she's gonna need a name."

"Well," you mused. "Seeing as it's almost Halloween......Pumpkin?"

Bob kissed your lips. "That sounds perfect."

And so it was, that Pumpkin had come to stay. Very quickly, she and Salem had become inseparable, in a way, feline soulmates that seemed to mirror you and Bob. You can't help but see that she's the sweetest little kitty, especially with Auggie and Patrick, never using her claws on them and keeping it to the scratching post. By December, two weeks before Christmas, you and Bob welcome your little princess, Diedre Brigit who has a new crib-mate in Pumpkin. Yet your biggest surprise comes Christmas morning when you find Pumpkin and Salem under the tree in their sleeping basket with a new litter of kittens, happy and warm with each other, just like you and Bob.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #dagger squad

[matts-k1tten]

𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝

summary: y/n’s life is a roller coaster and can never catch a break when she needs one. Until she meets the boy that easily calms her nerves who she thinks is the most perfect person in the world. But does she know his secret?

warnings: ‼️abusing‼️, ‼️mentions of s/h‼️, heavy angst, I think that’s abt it? Lemme know if i missed anything.

*Not proofread*

*No color coding this series*

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“Why do you always do this every night?!” I scream at my father.

“C-cause you’re a pathetic p-piece of shit and you’re ungrateful for every t-thing i’ve done for you!” My father yells back at me slurring his words his voice obviously laced with alcohol.

I stay quiet as he gets up from the single couch and now is face to face with me.

“Get. Out. My. Face.” I whisper sternly.

Now that he’s closer to me I can examine his features.

His mouth slightly parted as he breathes out his mouth onto my face letting me smell the alcohol in his breath, his eyes heavy as he stares at me.

“You don’t tell me what to do you fucking bitch!” He screams in my face and slaps me, his force pushing me down on the floor.

He leans over to me on the floor and grabs my collar.

“You’re the reason why your mother left because she knew how much of a fucking idiot you were!” He screams in my face.

I feel tears streaming down my down my face.

“That’s not true! She left because of you! Of how much of an alcoholic you are and how you get when you’re under the influence!” I yell my voice shaking.

His face changes. His breathing starts to pick up rapidly.

His eyes widen and I can see the rage build in his eyes.

He suddenly lunges at me and puts me in a chokehold.

My mouth falls open as i struggle to breathe as he squats above me. “See, look at you now under me looking like a helpless fool-“ he cuts himself off by chuckling subtly. “Why can’t you just leave my the fuck alone!” He yells in my face shaking me around like a rag doll.

I gather all my strength and kick him in his “sensitive” area. He immediately drops me and falls over holding his area.

I immediately gasp for air and skedaddle to my feet rushing upstairs to my room.

“I hate you! You piece of shi-“ I cut him off by slamming my door.

I lean against the door and sag down to the floor. I break into tears and bury my face in my knees.

I sob uncontrollably as I shake and start to hyperventilate.

Suddenly, I get this strong urge to hurt.

I drag myself to my nightstand and open the drawer. I pull out a small blade.

“This is wrong.” I whisper to myself.

I drop the blade back in the drawer and push it closed. I stand up and walk to my closet.

I need to distract myself. I thought to myself.

I grab a hoodie and a pair of cargos and get dressed. I grab my phone, wallet, and pepper spray and jump out my window.

I run away from my house without looking back. I just need to clear my head.

Crying while walking down the sidewalk of my street, I check the time. “7:09pm”

Still super early.

I continue walking and find some stray cats. I stop in my tracks and slowly bend down to pet them.

They accepted my affection and started rubbing against me, meowing.

They cheered me up a bit as I wipe away my tears and stand back up.

I was to the end of my street where there is a huge plaza across the street.

I walk to the plaza and walk into a Starbucks.

“Hello there! Welcome to Starbucks, what’s the name for the order?” The worker asks.

“Hello! Um the name for the order is Y/n and I’ll just take a strawberry açaí refresher and a muffin please and thank you.” I tell her.

“Will that be it today?” She asks. “Yes that is all.” I assure her.

“Okay! That’ll be $9.47, cash or credit?”

“Credit.” I say as i hand her my card. She swipes it and hands it back.

“Your order should be out soon have a goodnight!” she smiles. “You too!” I smile back and go to sit down at a table.

I pull out my phone as I wait for my order.

I look up hearing the most pretty voice i had ever heard. There he was. Standing there, the most beautiful man to ever walk the earth. Matt Sturniolo.

Matt is a guy from my school and is gorgeous, I’ve always had a thing for emo guys..

I stare at him with my mouth slightly parted.

He suddenly turns around and catches me staring, he looks concerned for a second but then smiles at me and sits at a table across the room from where I am.

“Order for Y/n!” The worker yells.

“Oh! That’s me! Thank you!” I say as grab it and walk back to my table.

I pull out my phone and start to mindlessly scroll through instagram. When 2 taps snap me back to reality.

I flinch and turn to the person who tapped me. It was Matt.

My eyes widened as he speaks.

“Hey is this seat taken?”

“N-no not at all.” I manage to get out. He smiles and sits across from me.

“You’re y/n, right?” He asks pointing at me. I nod stupidly with a smug smile not being able to form words.

He laughs and the sound send chills down my spine.

“I saw you looking at me earlier. I couldn’t help but wonder if you’re okay?” He asks.

My face visibly drops.

“What do you mean?” I reply. “I mean you have a black eye and your neck is really bruised.” He states pointing out my injuries.

“I-uh” I take a deep breath in. “It’s my father, he’s really abusive when he’s under the influence. It happens often when he drinks to much, he gets angry for no reason and picks a fight with me and it always ends physically.” I say as my mouth just spits out words.

I gasp.

“I-I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have said anything!” I speak again looking at him.

He looks shocked as he stares at me. He shakes his head, “No! it’s alright! I won’t tell anyone i’m just glad you told me I can help you.”

I look at him surprised. “How can you help me we just met.”

He stays silent.

“Umm. Hello?” I ask and seem to take him out the trance he was in.

He shakes his head. “I-I can help you and support you, when you wanna get out come call me!” He says smiling once he finished.

I smile back at him as he hands me his phone.

I take his phone and put my number in it, labeling me as “y/n the best person ever”

I hand his phone back. He takes a look at it and laughs.

He puts his phone back in his pocket.

“Let me walk you home.”

-

I laugh out loud as Matt tells me about this experience he had with a girl.

Matt laughs “A-and then she tried to lean in and kiss me and I leaned back and she fell!”

I smack his arm as we both laugh on the walk back home.

We continue walking when he brings up something unexpected.

“Y’know, I’ve always admired you from a far.” Matt speaks softly.

I look at him speechless.

He doesn’t look at me as we continue to walk.

“I-I-“ I clear my throat. “I’ve always admired you to, I never had the courage to talk to you.” I look back at the road.

I look at him and see a smile plastered on his face.

“Really?” He questions.

“Yes, I always thought you were so fi-“ I get cut off by a stray cat clawing at my feet.

Thank god for the cats, I was about to say something I would regret.

I quickly bend down to pet them as Matt watches me with a smirk.

Once I’m done petting them, they run away and I stand back up. I look over at Matt and see that smirk.

“What?” I say with a smile.

He just stares at me. “Nothing.” He replies and starts to walk again.

I quickly follow him.

“What were you gonna say back there?” He asks.

“Uh-“ I try to think of an excuse.

“Nothing.” I say as we finally make it to my house.

“I had a good time with you tonight.” He smiles down at me.

My face lights up.

“I had a great time with you too.” I say looking up at him.

We stare at each other for a moment.

“Well, I’ll see ya tomorrow!” He says and bends down to kiss my forehead.

My face immediately becomes flustered as I freeze not expecting that. He smiles and begins to walk away.

I look back at him walking until he disappears into the distance.

I smile to myself as I start climbing up to my window.

Once I get into my house I quickly change and hop into bed.

I get a text from him.

It reads “goodnight, cutie.”

I smile again and reply.

“goodnight, pretty boy.”

He laughs at my message and I turn off my phone.

He makes me feel so much better. I can’t wait to see him again.

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a/n: soo first ever matt series?? dw abt watch me pt.3 yet guys i’m workin on it

#chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo angst #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo angst

[liminalpebble]

Stray (A Lokitty Tale): Part 2

Part 1 link

A/N: Hi all. This began as a prompt suggestion by @mischief2sarawr and has since grown three heads and answers to no one. It's now a multipart, very fluffy, story about Lokitty. I have no idea where I'm going with this except definitely to the comfort district of fluff town...maybe driving through a little traffic jam of angst on the way there.

Synopsis: It's 1971 and you're a single shop girl living in the tumultuous, often damp, city of Seattle, feeling lost and alone. Meanwhile, Loki (under the guise of D.B. Cooper) is on the run from Thor the moment he jumped out of that plane. After crash landing in a dumpster and disguising himself as a stray cat to lay low, he becomes your beloved feline room mate and an unusual friendship begins to grow.

Stray: Part 2

While the human was away, Loki sprawled out his long Asgardian body across your floor, passing the time with your extensive collection of books. It felt good to him, having arms and legs to stretch again, and opposable thumbs to turn the pages. Staying in a conjured form for too long could be taxing, and the breaks would be welcome, especially since he couldn't be sure how long this little arrangement might continue.

The god of mischief smiled a bit to himself, recalling how you had bustled around in your little uniform, getting ready for your day. You were obviously in a hurry, but you still took the time to stroke his fur and scratch under his chin while you talked to him.

“Good morning, little guy. I left some food out for you and the heater on. I'll be home late...hopefully with all the stuff you might need. Please don't pee in my shoes.”

Suddenly you stopped and rolled your eyes, raising up again to hurry out the door. “Jesus Christ, I'm talking to the cat again.”

Loki chuckled at that (well, meowed with amusement) and found, to his horror, that he was actually sad to lose your company for the day. He found he was becoming very curious about you.

Well, come on, he told himself, it's just that you're naturally curious and it's not like you have much else to occupy your time for now. Might as well observe the mortal.

Satisfied with his rationalization, he listened for the door to click shut and your heels to click down the hall. Once he was sure you were gone he returned to his usual body, and busied himself with your bookshelf, running his pale graceful fingers over the spines with delight.

She certainly has eclectic taste, he mused. The little apartment was crowded with books of all kinds; everything from Shakespeare to comic books, and where there weren't books, there were tidy stacks of records (again, a very eclectic assortment). His took it all in with gusto, fascinated by his choices of entertainment.

He blazed through several mystery novels (which were underwhelming as he was always well ahead of the reveal). Seeking the next read, his perceptive eyes landed on an antique volume, Norse Mythology. He smirked as he slid the book into his palm.

Now this should be interesting.

In a predictably self-indulgent move, he looked for an entry about himself, landing unfortunately on a beautifully illustrated page about Thor. He crinkled his nose in disgust and let the book drop to the floor, but as the tome landed with a thunk, it dropped open to the chapter with his name as the title. He lowered himself to the floor, laying on his belly as he read about his glorious self.

The description wasn't the most flattering. It painted the trickster god as a cruel and violent nuisance, but he had to admit that wasn't entirely inaccurate. There was, however, a glorious illustration in the style of an illuminated manuscript. Green and gold calligraphy snaked out the letters of his name and below it was a very handsome illustration highlighting his bright kaleidoscopic eyes and sharp rakish face (although they always got the hair wrong by painting it a garish shade of red). Oh well, what could one expect from foolish mortals.

His musing was suddenly interrupted by the sound of heels clicking down the hallway. In a panic he looked outside and realized it was already dusk. He had lost track of the time. As he heard your jostling and struggling to unlock the door one-handed, he quickly changed back to his feline form. Loki realized, a moment too late, that he hadn't had time to put the books back from where they laid sprawled out on the floor where he had been reading.

You finally shouldered your way inside, huffing and puffing, arms loaded with a heavy shopping bag. You set it down carefully and kicked your heels off forcefully, feeling weirdly satisfied that they smacked against the wall. (You always hated the damn things, and tended to punish them like this for the pain inflicted on your feet each day).

You smiled to where the sleek black cat was laying with his paws crossed delicately over the pages of a book, tail flicking lazily as if this wasn't at all odd. Loki noticed the quizzical expression on your face as you noticed the books on the floor. “Hey, buddy,” you chirped sweetly, “How the hell did you knock these off?”

“Mrrow,” the cat grumbled.

“Okay, okay. Keep your secrets you little magician,” you said, joining him on the floor and collecting the books. When you came to the volume under his paws, he refused to move them. He thought indignantly, I'm not done reading this! Though he was well aware he wouldn't be getting his way.

“Hrmmm,” you hummed, “Loki, the trickster...” as you traced your hand over the gold script. “He was always my favorite of the Norse gods, you know?”

“Meow?”

“Yeah! The tricksters always make life interesting, right?”

“Meroww.”

“See. I knew you'd agree with me.” You put a pensive finger to your lips. “He'd probably be a good namesake for your, huh, you mischievous scamp? I guess it's better than calling you “buddy” or “little guy” all the time.”

I should damn well think so, madam.

Loki watched curiously as you rose you to your feet, digging something out of your kitchen junk drawer. “Aha!” you exclaimed as you pulled out a green leather watchband (the clock was broken then lost long ago). Pulling out a marker you carefully wrote the name “Loki” in clear block letters on the tattered leather, then gently fastened the band around his neck. Smiling and stroking his fur with your warm hand you said, “Okay, Loki. You look very handsome,” you declared massaging his velvety cheeks with your thumbs. In return, you introduced yourself, saying your name and shaking his paw. “Nice to meet you, Loki.”

Loki wanted to protest this patronization, but your affection felt so pleasant, and it gave him a warm feeling to hear you call him “handsome”.

“Oh! I have...uh...stuff. I think this is the right stuff...Here, look, I've got a litter box and a little bed for you and I got a few different kinds of food. I'm not sure which one you might like best.”

You stopped abruptly, saying once again under your breath, “Jesus Christ...talking to the cat again, you lonely weirdo.”

Loki shot a paw out, tapping your arm and then nuzzling into it. And although you knew it couldn't be more than an animal trying to use you as a heating pad, it seemed like he was trying to say thank you, trying to say that he liked you talking to him and doting on him...and that he wanted to be held.

Crazy...I'm going crazy. I'm a crazy lonely cat lady, and I'm gonna die alone here someday and this cat is going to eat my eyeballs.

Still, it tugged your heartstrings as the little tomcat reached out its paws to your shoulders meowing and purring gently as it attempted to climb into your arms...and who were you to deny him?

Hesitantly, you reached out and held him against you, stroking gently and nuzzling your face against him.

You said quietly with a note of grateful awe, “Awww. I didn't expect you to be such an affectionate little guy.”

Neither did I. Loki thought, even more surprised than you were.

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[storiesbyrhi]

Siouxsie and the Soulmates

Eddie Munson x Witch!Reader More Eddie fics here

12,968 words

Warnings: Drug use; reference to canon-typical violence; canon-typical trauma; extensive discussion and depiction of scars; no beta

Synopsis: When you roll into Forest Hills Trailer Park, a white cat and daisy lines following you, Eddie Munson is just a little bit obsessed. A soulmate story featuring Eddie back from the Upside Down, a lot of witchy magic, and even more soft love.

Includes the ‘soulmate find what the other has lost’ trope. Post S4, but canon-divergent: Eddie survived, the gang stopped Vecna and saved the day; everything is ‘normal’ in Hawkins.

Author's Note: If you read the sneak peek, some of that section has changed so don’t skip it. Includes Eddie has all the gnarly scars, including facial scarring, for reference click here and here. We love a girl who tries to be mysterious but falls head over heels for Eddie Spaghetti.

There was something really… freaky… about the newest resident of Forest Hills Trailer Park. Eddie Munson was absolutely convinced she was a wizard, witch, whatever. He had no tangible proof. But the circumstantial evidence, your honour, was overwhelming.

Firstly, your small, black VW Bug appeared silently overnight, pulling a small trailer home in what seemed like an impossible feat of automobile engineering. You set up next to the Mayfield’s home, cordoning off your rectangular plot with a black plastic picket fence hammered into the ground. It was short, reaching only your knees, but it laid claim to the land in a way that kept unwanted guests away from the garden.

Secondly, that garden. The trailer sat at the back of the plot, with green grass surrounding it that hadn’t existed before you arrived. Pots of plants framed the land, their flowers and fruit spilling out as if they had been growing in their positions for months. Bees and butterflies had come to Forest Hills, making home in your established greenery.

Thirdly, nobody had seen you. Sometimes the black Bug was there. Sometimes it wasn’t. A few long-term residents of the park had taken it upon themselves to step over the pickets and knock on the trailer door. They received no answer, although the lights inside were on.

Eddie would watch your place as soon as he rolled in, driving his van slowly. He’d sneak looks through the blinds of his trailer and take too long to hang the laundry around the back, close to where he could eavesdrop on the locals gossiping about the mystery of it all.

…

It was near the witching hour, 3:00 am, when Eddie shot up in bed one night, drenched in sweat. The scratching in his nightmare transitioned into real life and he looked around for the source of the sound. Small, frantic scratching. Unfamiliar, persistent scratching.

He followed the noise outside his bedroom and to the door that led to a makeshift deck. He’d only begun to crack it open when a snow white cat darted through, her scratching replaced with happy meows.

“Hi there,” Eddie said to the cat, squatting down and holding a hand out for the creature to smell. The cat rubbed her face on his hand, welcoming any and all pats. “Where’d you come from, huh?”

The cat wore a red glittery collar holding a small tag printed with her name. Siouxsie seemed to be a big Eddie fan; the feeling was mutual. The pair was so engaged in their purring and patting that Eddie didn’t notice you arrive.

“Jesus!” he screamed when he clocked you out the corner of his eyes. He fell backward, spilling through the open bathroom door behind him.

Startled, Siouxsie went running outside. You watched her leap from the deck and cross the gravel road, disappearing under your trailer. Turning back to Eddie, you waited for him to get to his feet. He wore blue and white checked cotton boxer shorts and nothing else.

“What were you doing with my cat?” you asked him, only briefly making eye contact before letting your gaze travel to his sketchy tattoos and D.I.Y. pick necklace. The scars… You couldn’t begin to guess what had caused them, but that was the thing: you usually wouldn’t have to guess at all.

“Uh… She woke me up. Tried to break in,” he answered, his voice cracking with sleep and nerves. And, oh fuck, was he nervous. “Guess she’s a… cat burglar?”

Eddie looked at you, the way that lights from the park backlit you like an angel. You were in a black dress that fell around your feet. The hem was ratty from where it dragged behind you wherever you went. Bracelets and rings and necklaces adorned your body, and your nails were painted Barbie pink.

“She woke you?”

“Yeah… The scratching…” Eddie went to explain, but couldn’t describe how the sound was in his head, then was real. Your expression filled him with dismay; had he said something wrong? It was the joke. He shouldn’t have made the joke. The joke was bad.

He stood still and silent, watching you look him up and down. Suddenly aware of his near nakedness, he blushed hard and felt weird. Nobody had seen his scars like that.

“You just moved here,” he said, needing the quiet to be filled. You cocked your head to the side, taking his sentence as a statement and not a question. He knew the answer. “I’m Eddie,” he introduced, holding a hand out. He looked down at his arm, confused as to why he was being so formal, operating on autopilot.

Eddie watched your hand take his, gently shake and not let go. You said your name, followed by, “Siouxsie likes you. Put a bowl of salt next to your bed to stop the nightmares.”

You were gone then. In the morning, he couldn’t remember watching you walk back to your trailer.

Jesus fucking Christ. You were definitely a witch. And he was obsessed.

…

“What d’ya mean she’s a witch?” Wayne Munson replied, sighing at his nephew’s manic bouncing-off-the-walls energy. He’d just woken up and was getting ready for his night shift at the plant, but Eddie had been waiting all day to talk to him.

“Like, she knows shit she shouldn’t. She can probably see through Siouxsie or something-”

“Who’s Siouxsie?”

“Her cat. She woke me up trying to break in,” Eddie said. “And you should see what she looks like. She’s way too fucking pretty to be here. Like, Arwen pretty,”

“Let me get this straight. A pretty girl has a cat, so she’s a witch?” Wayne asked, picking up his keys. “Thought you didn’t judge a book by its cover?”

“You’re not even listening,” Eddie grumbled. “How’d she get all those plants to grow that fast? Seriously! Look.”

Eddie took his uncle by the shoulders and led him to the door, opening it. Wayne looked across the park’s road at your trailer.

“Ed, buddy, they’re in planters. Planters can be moved. Think maybe you need to cut back on the dope? Less time with your head in the clouds?” Wayne was poking fun, knowing exactly how to annoy Eddie.

Consider Eddie annoyed.

“She’s a witch,”

“Guess you better go ask her to marry you then, huh? Make an honest man out of you. Don’t forget to take the trash out. It’s Thursday. See ya later, bud,” Wayne called, leaving the trailer and making his way to his truck.

Eddie winced at how loud their conversation was. He was sure you could hear everything. As he watched Wayne drive away, he took the chance to steal a look at your trailer.

Siouxsie was sitting in one of the garden beds, looking back at him. Instinctively, Eddie began to wave, before he caught himself. Slapping his hand to his face, he quickly retreated back into his trailer before anyone saw him waving to a goddamn cat and added that to the qualities that made him a certified freak.

…

On Sunday, Eddie found a necklace that didn’t belong to him sitting on his bedside table. He woke up, squinting in the too-early morning light, and reached for his watch. He felt the cool metal before he saw it. As if it had given him an electric shock, his hand jerked back from it and he sat up.

Bedside lamp on, he looked at it. The silver chain, the crescent moon. There was no doubt that it belonged to you. He’d seen it hanging from your neck Thursday morning.

Were you in his room? While he slept? He would have heard you, surely. There would be some other trace of you. The clothes and books scattered around hadn’t been displaced. It was like the necklace had just appeared.

However the fuck it got there, Eddie Munson wasn’t about to waste the opportunity. He pulled on the cleanest clothes he could find and headed out the door.

As soon as he stepped over the black plastic pickets, he felt it. A sudden drop in temperature. A quietness. The air smelt honeysuckle sweet and it felt just a touch harder to breathe, like how it does when the humidity rises.

The grass was cool under Eddie’s bare feet; as he knocked on your door, he wriggled his toes and smiled to himself. You might not answer, he thought. You hadn’t to anyone else. It would be okay if you didn’t. The feeling of the grass was a good enough experience to justify the trip.

Eddie was a split second away from turning around and leaving when you opened the door.

“Did you find my necklace?” you asked, expression open and inquisitive.

Was that what you slept in? Silk and lace, all light and flowy but tight around your curvy belly and thighs. Your hair was messy, bed hair, and when you punctuated your sentence with a yawn, Eddie’s entire body began to shake. It took all his willpower to keep fucking still.

“What?”

“My necklace. I’ve lost it. Did you find it?”

The necklace was burning a hole through his pocket, not immediately observable.

“How did you know?”

You smiled kindly, still overtly amused at his confusion though. When you held your hand out, Eddie had no choice but to give it up.

“Where was it?”

How was he meant to tell you that without sounding insane? While he hesitated, tried to come up with a lie, he felt Siouxsie curl around his legs. He looked down and beamed at her.

“Hi,” Eddie greeted the cat, crouching and holding his hand out to her like he had before. She bypassed the outreached hand to come closer, rub herself against his legs.

“Was it in your bedroom?” you asked.

How did you know that? Eddie wanted to ask if you’d been in his room. Somehow, he knew you hadn’t been. At least, not in the physical form human being sense. Could you astral project? Instead of asking anything, Eddie continued to pat the cat. 

“Did the salt work?”

Eddie felt relief. That was an easier question and answer. “Could be a coincidence,” he replied, standing up and looking at you.

“Do you think it is?”

He was shaking his head because focusing on you again meant words were… hard… to… make.

You looked him up and down. “Mmm,” you agreed. “You could test it. Go without it. If you’re a sceptic.”

He wasn’t. Eddie really wasn’t. He didn’t know why he said what he said. He was freaking out.

“Thanks for bringing this back,” you said, and like Siouxsie knew it was a farewell, she jumped up and disappeared inside your trailer.

Eddie stood for a second at your closed door, confused and even more obsessed.

…

Eddie hadn’t seen you all week. He had, however, begun a page in his D&D journal dedicated to documenting occurrences he felt were out of the ordinary and therefore, had something to do with you.

He liked to imagine himself confidently knocking on your door, where you would invite him in. He’d present his evidence and draw his conclusion. You would smile, confess, kiss him and-

Stop, he thought.

But how could he go about his days as if nothing was different? A line of daisies had appeared, mapping a route from his door to your black picket fence. The moon was brighter, shining into his bedroom even when he covered the windows in heavy canvas Corroded Coffin banners. And every single cup of instant coffee or cheap tea tasted sweet before any sugar could be swirled through.

When Eddie woke again at 3:00 am Thursday morning, he thought maybe you’d cast a spell on him. The bowl of salt had rid his sleep of nightmares, but the dreams he was having were just as vivid and just as likely to make him sticky with sweat.

Eddie rolled out of bed and made his way to the kitchen. Two glasses of tap water later, he was standing still, listening.

Scratching. Scratching. A soft meow.

Siouxsie was back at the deck door. Eddie checked for you as he let the cat in. The park was quiet, the night warm, and an uneasy feeling settled in Eddie’s stomach.

“What brings you here?” he asked the cat, watching as she walked circles around the trailer, returning to him and meowing. She went into his room, jumped on the bed, and sniffed the sheets.

Before Siouxsie could settle into a little loaf of white bread, Eddie scooped her up. “Nah, man. You can’t stay here. Let’s get you home.”

When Eddie arrived at your door, his heart was racing. There were no lights on inside and the thought of waking you made him want to die just a little bit. He looked at his armful of cat and started to chew his lip.

“Fuuuuuck,” he said under his breath.

Eddie curled an arm around Siouxsie securely, then knocked on your door. No response. A second knock, louder. He waited, listened to the silence of the park. The abject silence.

Eddie couldn’t hear anything. No buzzing of generators. No trees in the breeze. No mosquitos or birds or people or anything at all. It was as if all the noise in the world had been sucked into a vacuum.

He was going to panic. Red lightening and It doesn’t hurt me, Do you wanna feel how it feels? Razor sharp teeth and empty lungs. Had Eddie been dumb? Had he tumbled into your garden, not seeing a monster in disguise? Maybe you were like Eleven though. You could be good, right? So good.

Jesus fucking Christ, he thought. At least he could hear his thoughts. His internal monologue. And the sound of… bells?

Eddie moved, his body naturally turning to face the noise.

It wasn’t bells. It was the bracelets on your wrist gently clinking against each other as you stepped over the pickets.

“Hi,” you greeted, your voice restoring the rest of the trailer park soundscape. The feeling in Eddie’s stomach was gone and everything seemed normal again. He could almost cry with relief.

“Hi,” he breathed out.

“She woke you again?”

“No… I was awake already,” he assured you, not wanting you to feel guilty.

You approached Eddie, stood in front of him and held your hands out for your cat. When you took Siouxsie, you hugged her close then looked back at Eddie.

In your short life, you had seen a lot. There had been beautiful people before, but none that made you feel the way Eddie did. You knew nothing about him, only spoken a handful of words, and yet, he made you want to scratch at his door like Siouxsie. Of course, you’d never. And judging by the Bambi-eyed expression on his face, you really wouldn’t have to.

“You have beautiful eyes,” you complimented Eddie.

He was taken aback, his mind cycling through the million and one things he thought were beautiful about you.

“And I’m sorry,” you continued. “I’ll talk to her. She’s just worried about you,”

“The cat? Is worried about me?”

“Yeah. She probably has the wrong Thursday though. She’s never been good at keeping track of the days.”

Eddie stared at you in absolute awe. Either you were a witch or you were a couple Crayola’s short of the rainbow. Both versions of you excited him.

“Does that mean there’s gonna be a Thursday where something bad happens?” he asked.

“Maybe. Maybe it’s already happened,” you answered with a shrug.

Eddie was processing, trying to work out if you were just taking the piss. He watched you step around him and open the trailer door. Siouxsie jumped from your arms and padded off to bed. You turned around and looked at Eddie again, smiled softly at him.

“Have you lost anything?”

“What?”

“Have you lost anything?” you repeated.

Eddie shook his head, his eyebrows pulled together in confusion. “Like you lost your necklace?” he asked, to which you nodded. “No. But… There’s these flowers growing…” His sentence trailed off when he realised he was now the one sounding unhinged.

You made a humming sound of approval. “I saw. Almost like a little fairy highway from your door to mine.”

God, there had to be something more than just obsessed because Eddie was dying.

“That’s… weird,” he told you, smiling wide.

“Anything else… weird?” you asked him.

He was sure you knew. Maybe it was a test. Maybe you wanted to know what he noticed. “Coffee tastes sweet. Moon’s brighter. I found a dime bag I didn’t know I had… but I don’t think that one was you,”

“It wasn’t,” you confirmed.

Did that mean the other things were you?

Eddie’s smile was full of wonder and warmth.

“If she comes to you again, she can stay the night, if you want her to,” you said then, turning to step up into your trailer. Before he could stop himself, Eddie was stepping after you. “Goodnight, Eddie.” Hanging from the doorframe, you leaned down to press a light kiss to his forehead.

Eddie’s mouth was too dry to make words come from it and too soon you had closed the door, leaving him alone in the wake of your leave.

…

Saturday morning was cold, frost threatening to burn the tips of leaves and fingers alike. When you woke alone, you realised Siouxsie had spent her second night with Eddie, leaving you no company but your thoughts.

You were young, still learning to master your thoughts. It was why you were in Hawkins, a town built on a pattern of fault lines and far enough away from everything you knew. Somewhere to learn independence, and maybe figure out exactly who you wanted to be. It had history, which meant the promise of earth magic and plenty of energy to work with.

All of that was made easy with Siouxsie at your side, and you already missed her comforting purr and shiny eyes. Maybe you shouldn’t have offered up your only friend to Eddie so easily. For a moment, you thought she had heard your lament, the unmistakable sound of her crying at the trailer door becoming louder.

Putting down your marmalade toast and tea brewed from hand rolled balls of fresh leaves, you opened the door. The cat rubbed her face against your bare legs, then moved across the green grass as if she was going to leave again.

“That all I get?” you asked her, looking up to see where she was trotting off to, lament unheeded.

Eddie was under the hood of his van, switching between kicking at it and mumbling to himself. You watched Siouxsie make a great leap from ground to van rooftop, where she sat staring at you.

Help him, she was saying. He lets me have all the blanket.

Eddie didn’t hear you approach; it was only when he took an exasperated step backwards, growling in frustration, that he saw you standing next to the van. You’d thrown a huge, forest green knitted jumper on. The sleeves were too long and the hem came to your knees. It warmed all of you, even with the cold and wet stones beneath your feet.

Eddie’s expression softened when he saw you. “Hi,” he said, his voice in stark contrast to how it was moments ago.

“Are you okay?” you asked, forgoing a greeting.

“Ah… Yeah. No. Yeah, I am, I mean. My van though… When it’s this cold it has trouble starting. Starter motor, I guess?” He looked back into the engine with no idea what he was doing. Wayne wasn’t home from his night shift, so Eddie had to fix it or else call in sick to work.

After last year, Eddie wasn’t sure what he was going to do. At some point he’d need to study and test for his HSC. Not, yet though. He wasn’t ready.

He didn’t have Hellfire to occupy his time and the other members of Corroded Coffin were still haunting the halls of Hawkins High. He knew he wasn’t really the mindless manual labour type, even Wayne calling him too pretty for it, so he went for what he knew – music.

Eddie was persistent in his approach to getting a job at the only decent record store in the town. He wrote a letter to the owner, demonstrating his musical knowledge and appreciation. He showed up day after day, talking to customers like he already worked there. He promised he’d never arrive at work high and he’d always be on time.

The cold snap causing the oil in his van’s engine to become thicker, therefore, was a fucking disaster. Increased friction. Starter motor working harder, or not working at all, Eddie was running out of options and looking distressed.

“You don’t got a spell that can just like, fix this, do you?” Eddie asked you, half joking and half hoping you really would.

“A spell?” you replied, raising an eyebrow and smirking at his audacity.

“Yeah, fuck, never mind.” Eddie felt dumb. Embarrassed, even.

“I have a car though. If you need a ride,” you offered, glancing up at Siouxsie. She climbed down the front windscreen, jumping from the van and heading back across the road to home, satisfied with your intervention.

“Yes! Holy shit, yes. Thank you!” Eddie exclaimed, jumping on the spot then hugging you. “Fuck. Sorry,” he quickly said, pulling away from you like you burned. He must have seen the confusion on your face. “I, uh, normally ask. Girls. Before I, you know… Touch… them…” Embarrassed, definitely.

“I guess that’s a good policy,” you said to him, shrugging. “I’ll get my keys.”

He had followed you across the road and stood patiently at the passenger door of your black Bug while you retrieved the keys. Eddie noted that you elected to not put on shoes or pants. You noted that he was slightly too tall to look comfortable in your car.

“Where to?” you asked him as you reversed out of your spot and headed for the park’s exit.

“Hawkins Records. It’s Downtown, I can give you directions,” Eddie replied. “You’re saving my ass here. I owe you big time.”

The ride was short, Eddie knew, but an opportunity nonetheless. Since his stunning revelation that after last year, he probably shouldn’t purposefully get involved in more supernatural shit (even if the supernatural shit was a super pretty probably-witch), he had decided to gather more intel. Make an informed decision about if you were dangerous or connected to the Upside Down.

“So, ah, why Hawkins? Surely plenty of other cooler places you could’ve moved to?” he asked, trying his best at sounding casual.

“Have you heard of scrying?” you replied, glancing over at him. Eddie shook his head. “Hold a crystal over a map, let it swing, and it will land of a place of significance.”

Eddie thought for a second. “I really can’t tell if you’re fucking with me,”

“I know you can’t. Next question,” you said, smirking. As if you wouldn’t be able to sense the interrogation begin.

“Do you know anyone here?”

“I know you,”

“Do you know about… all the shit that’s happened here?” Eddie asked.

“I know what the papers say. I know there are still people that think you’re… bad. And, I know, this town is steeped in trauma. I can feel it. It radiates off everything and everyone.”

Eddie was plunged into his memories; it felt like an ice bath.

“Do you want to ask me anything else?” you asked, turning the heat up in the car.

Eddie’s eyes were glassy as he watched you turn the dial. “How did your necklace get in my room?”

“I truly don’t know how that works,” you answered honestly.

“But you didn’t seem… surprised,” Eddie said.

“No. I mean… I can feel it. Can you?”

Could Eddie feel what? Was there some cosmic energy he couldn’t sense? A shift in fate’s plan? Or, was he just meant to be feeling the swelling obsession he was nurturing for you? Could you feel that? Did you know what was in his mind and heart?

“Did you make the flowers grow?”

“No.”

Eddie was dismayed by that. “But… they’re… because of you, or something?” He was getting desperate for any proof. He needed you to admit to something.

“Maybe, Eddie, what you see in me, you’re seeing all around you now too,” you said, although you could see he wasn’t placated by your words. A small sigh, and you offered, “If it makes you feel… comforted… Then, yes. It’s me.”

It didn’t comfort him. But your car smelt like pine needles and there was a peacock feather hanging from your rear view mirror. Your cat slept soundly at his feet during the night. You were in his dreams.

“You don’t have more questions,” you stated. “My turn then?”

Eddie’s face lit up with curiosity.

“How personal can I get?” you asked.

“I’m an open book, baby,” Eddie replied, his charm defence back on.

“You weren’t… here… when you got those scars, were you?”

The question threw him entirely. It wasn’t that it was about the scars; he had predicted that it would be one of the first things you wanted to know about him. It was the implication of your question.

You clocked his breathing hitch and a heaviness settle in his shoulders.

“You almost died,” you, again, stated rather than asked.

Eddie nodded. “Yeah. Last year.” He laughed then, not joyful but somewhat entertained by what he was about to say. “On a Thursday,”

“Hmm. She’s a very perceptive cat,” you told him. Eddie would have to come back to that one later. “Where were you?”

“How do you know I wasn’t here,”

“I would say something like ‘oh, you won’t believe me,’ but I think you would,” you started. “I can… read you. Anyone. Anybody. Literally, bodies. Your freckles and scars. Anything with a history on this mortal plane. But I can’t read your scars. Not those ones.”

He didn’t know what you meant, not with any certainty. His mind was ticking over at a million miles an hour while he tried to fill in the blanks, come up with explanations he could make himself understand. Maybe you really were like the superhero girl Eleven. Or maybe like the smallest Byers, touched by something and unable to ever shake clean of it. Or maybe he didn’t know anything about witches.

“They called it the Upside Down,” Eddie said, his voice shaky but measured. “It was like the normal world but… bad. It was… decomposing while alive. Had monsters. It was evil,”

“I have a lot of questions, Eddie,” you told him softly. “But not today.”

He looked over at you and almost imploded at your softness. Your knitted jumper and bare legs, unshaved and dotted with strawberry spots. Your specific brand of weirdness, and how it felt like kindness to be around.

“Can I ask you one more?” he ventured. “Are you jealous that Siouxsie loves me so much?”

You laughed, explained that she was prone to short bursts of heavy affection and that she would return to where she truly found safe haven. Eddie looked through your car mixed tapes, then you bid him a farewell as you approached Hawkins Records.

“Do you need me to pick you up after school?” you teased through your open window.

He flipped you the bird and you pretended to catch it like it was a kiss. He grinned.

…

It wasn’t until the sound of plastic to metal startled you, that you realised something was different. You were a few grams heavier than you were the night before. Bold of you, you thought to fate, taking Eddie’s pick from around your neck and holding the chain in your hand.

You weren’t so dumb as to call Eddie to you, but to that necklace… that could be done with minimal magical risk. Sitting at your alter, you centred yourself before creating a circle.

In front of you, true north, you placed a white candle as the gatekeeper. Clockwise, a bowl of salt to keep the nasties at bay, then a rhodozite to cleanse and magnify energy. To your left, a bunch of daisies freshly picked and a small jar of dirt in which one earthworm lived as it always had and always would, never growing, never aging, simply being.

Saying your prayers, you put Eddie’s necklace in the small silver bowl on your alter, followed by a bay leaf on which you wrote his name. Calling him to his lost thing, you lit a small red spell candle, letting it burn quickly. After lighting the bay leaf and watching it go up in flames and turn to ash, you breathed out and closed the circle.

Across town, as he put a display for the new INXS album up, Eddie suddenly brought his hand to his chest, feeling for the necklace he never took off. It was gone. Inside him though, was a strong sensation that he was being pulled. Back home to the trailer park. No. Not home. To you.

All day, Eddie was distracted. He barely bothered to even try and talk customers out of buying George Michael and into buying, “Fuck, man, even The Smiths are better than this.” As soon as his van had been put into park, he was crossing the road and banging on your door.

Inside, you had just begun cooking cranberry and dark chocolate muffins in anticipation of his arrival. When you opened the door, Eddie looked feral, breathless.

“Do you have it?” he asked, pupils dilated.

Leaning down, you put his necklace over his head and watched him hold the pick between his fingers. The mania subsided and he felt normal again.

“Would you like to come in?”

He nodded and followed you into the trailer you called home.

“Holy shit, this is like… What the fuck? This is some sort of… magic, right?” Eddie said, almost spinning on the spot as he tried to calculate how much square footage the trailer should have.

“What do you mean?” you asked playing dumb.

“It shouldn’t be this big in here.” He was looking around… it felt like the inside of your small trailer, the very one that your Bug pulled along, was as big as his own free standing one.

It opened into a small kitchen that was comparable to his, and a living space. Maybe it was the fact that instead of a couch and coffee table, you had a beanbag, a large cushion collection, and a table that looked like its legs got cut off about a foot from the top. Or maybe it was witchcraft.

Eddie invited himself to go through a door that led to your bedroom, again, comparable to his own in size. Through another door was a small bathroom. When he wandered back out, the confusion set deep on his face, you laughed.

“Surely, you’ve seen stranger things, Eddie Munson of Hawkins, Indiana?”

“I mean… Yeah, but… Fuck, I don’t know.” He sat himself down on the beanbag, his long legs folded in front of him. “You’re really a witch, huh?”

“You floated that idea by anyone?” you asked him, leaning with your back to the kitchen bench.

“I live with my uncle,” Eddie said, pointing outside and across the road to his home. “Said I was judging a book by its cover,”

“Are you?”

“No. I’m judging you by all the weird shit that’s happening. This,” and he pointed to the trailer below him. “This is a big one. Fuckin’ Mary Poppins trailer.”

You laughed at the analogy; it was good. Accurate.

“How does it make you feel?” you asked then, watching him carefully.

Eddie felt like he was on fire whenever you looked at him like that. He was scared you could see into his soul. Of course, you couldn’t, but there wasn’t a single thing about watching Eddie that wasn’t fun.

“Honestly?” he said, paused mostly to begin to stitch together a sentence rather than to hear your reply. “Like I could be doing something dumb,”

“Because I could be… from the Upside Down?” you asked.

He nodded slowly. “Yeah, but you’re not. That’s gone. Or, at least, the door got closed. Nailed shut. I hope. Doesn’t matter. You’re not from there,”

“I’m not, no. I have never heard of something like it before either,” you told him. He believed you, implicitly. “I don’t want anything from you, Eddie.”

Someone always did. His teachers wanted him to be more productive. His friends wanted him to be their larger-than-life Dungeon Master. His uncle wanted him to be the best he could be, which wasn’t a bad thing but came with its own set of expectations and let downs. Fuck, even his enemies still wanted him to show up outside their parties so they could buy from him.

“Except, maybe, your company,” you added, smiling at him and turning back to the batter you were stirring.

Eddie was blushing and therefore grateful you had turned away. He ran his hand through his hair, then looked around. Sitting under a window that framed his own trailer perfectly, was a record player and your beloved collection.

Eddie crawled over to them and sat cross legged, flicking through the stack, making little snorting and huffing sounds.

“You got something to say to me?” you asked, not turning around.

“Nope. No comments from me.”

Whitney Houston. The Cure. Fleetwood Mac. Depeche Mode. Prince. David Bowie. The Clash. Joan Jett & The Blackhearts. Alice Cooper. The Damned. Patti Smith. Bauhaus. Tom Waits. The Birthday Party. Brian Eno. And of course, Siouxsie and the Banshees.

“You gonna call me cliché, because people in glass houses, Eddie,” you told him, pointing the wooden spoon in your hand at him.

“No… A few surprises. But there is… a lot of black eyeliner in this collection. That’s all I’m saying. A lot of cats in the dark and then she is the darkness kind of thing,” he joked.

“You getting enough oxygen, all the way up there on your high horse?”

Eddie laughed, settling on Joan Jett. He’d always loved the cover of Crimson and Clover. He stood and came to see what you were doing. He ran his finger along the top of the mixing bowl, scooping up some of the batter and tasting it.

“Spicy,” he reviewed.

“Good spicy?”

“Yep. Like… Christmas spices. What’s it for?”

“Muffins,” you answered, handing him the wooden spoon to lick as you used a smaller one to divide the batter evenly into the muffin tray. “For you and your uncle.”

Eddie was quiet as he sucked on the spoon. Then, “Are we meant to bring you somethin’, like a housewarming gift?”

“I don’t know. Are you?” you asked, looking up at him.

He grinned then quickly leaned in and kissed your cheek. “Welcome to the neighbourhood.”

…

Stronger together, you knew how it went. Find a coven. Sisterhood (not cisterhood). Community. All that empowering jazz. At least without one, you had nobody to torment and tease you about how utterly infatuated with Eddie you were.

You could hear the ghosts of covens past. A boy? A mortal metalhead boy had you that ruffled. But, yeah. Yes, he fucking did. Maybe it was that he followed you like a lost puppy while you went hunting for special leaves and sticks. Maybe it was that he now brought over any vaguely interesting rock to ask if it was a crystal. Maybe it was that he was so easy to be around.

Eddie let you put thin braids in his hair and read his palm. He’d gotten all serious about it until you told him it wasn’t actually a specialty of yours. However, you could tell him the basics. The waves in his head line meant he was a progressive thinker. A life line with a clear arc told a story of a vibrant and energetic personality. His heart line was deep and curved.

“It means you invest in relationships. All or nothing. And that you express emotions willingly,” you’d told him, tracing the valleys of his palm. “See how your sun line is close to your fate line? That’s a strange one. It means that your public image is controlled by external forces. Things out of your control,”

“You mean like how the entire town seriously thought I was a cult leader that murdered teenagers in the name of Satan?”

“Yep. That’s it,”

“And it says that? On my hand?”

“I mean, if you believe it, yes,” you answered, never pushing him to feel or think anything other than what was coming naturally to him.

He studied his palm, looked at the lines you’d read. “But this isn’t your thing?”

“No. Not my area of expertise,”

“What is?” he asked.

“I gotta keep you coming over. Don’t want to ruin the mystique by telling you everything,” you said with a casual shrug and a smirk Eddie loved.

He held his hands out to you, you took them and let him thread your fingers through his.

“I’m not here for the mystique,”

“Anymore,” you clarified.

“Right. Anymore,” he agreed.

“Then, why are you here?”

It was an obvious question. Self-serving. You just wanted him to say it. However, as smitten as Eddie was with you, he was still a troublemaker. Someone who would not go quietly into the night, so to speak.

“The baked goods and Siouxsie,” Eddie said.

You pouted and pulled the saddest ever face. Eddie laughed, then yanked you by your hands towards him. He tipped backward, pulling you on top of him. Between the cushions and blankets, it was a soft landing. You let it happen, curling up to him and laying your head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

“I’m here for you,” Eddie whispered, resting one hand on your back and the other running soft lines through your hair.

You moved, putting your chin on his chest so you could look up at his face. “I’m here for you too.”

…

If you had been asked to place a bet on how long it would take Eddie Munson to kiss you, you would have gone home in debt. It had been a month since you had moved to Hawkins. A month of lost things and mushroom picking and late night reading. Still, Eddie hadn’t braved more than a kiss on the cheek.

There had been afternoons where you fell asleep spooned together on his bed and mornings where he’d woken too early, made his way over to your place to brew tea and cook pancakes. Still, no kiss.

Eddie was sometimes like a caged animal, sometimes like a lost pet. His moods and outlook on the world shifted often and wildly. It was hard to know exactly what was going on in his head, but you were sure he wanted you. Through all his trauma, he was a lover at heart.

The universe spoke to you as well. She said the same thing. One afternoon you took a cat nap on your bed, woke up feeling spaced out, dreamy, to Eddie staring at you.

“What? What’s wrong?” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes.

“How… How did you…” but he couldn’t form words. You looked around. You were in Eddie’s room, on his bed. “There’s no way… You didn’t have time…”

He’d walked into his room to collect the dirty dishes, got to the door to leave, stopped as he remembered the stash of water glasses on the other side of the bed, turned back around and you were there. Asleep on his bed. Appeared out of thin air.

For a moment, you just stared at each other.

“Is this real?” Eddie asked, putting his collection of dishes down and kneeling on the bed. You sat up and met his hug. “You feel real,”

“I’m real,” you reassured him.

“You don’t know what’s happened,” he stated, sensing that this wasn’t one of your secret little witchy things you did.

You shook your head and racked your brain for an explanation.

From the kitchen, Wayne yelled, “You forgot what you’re doing in there or what?”

“I’ll be right back,” Eddie said, picking up the dishes and taking them to where Wayne was waiting by the kitchen sink.

As soon as Eddie took his eyes off you, you blinked back to your own bed. It was instant. Painless. So fast that you took a second to realise you’d moved again.

Eddie ran back to his room to find it empty. He left through the door near his bedroom, Siouxsie’s entrance of choice, and walked to yours. You were already opening the door as he approached.

“Did you-” you went to ask.

“Yeah. You were just in my room. What the hell was that?”

No book nor muse could give you answers. There was only one place to turn. You dropped Eddie at work, then found a pay phone on a quiet street. Although you didn’t know if it was entirely possible, you didn’t want them to be able to use the line to find you.

“The universe is restoring things once broken,” the oldest witch you knew said.

“That doesn’t make sense. How does putting me in some boy’s bed restore something broken?”

“Edward. And he’s not some boy to you,”

“Jesus. How do you- Whatever. Am I meant to do anything? Is it going to happen again? Can I stop it?” you asked, not getting stuck on how she knew Eddie.

“Stop it?” she laughed. “Of course it could only be you that asks to stop the universe.”

You said nothing, slightly ashamed that you, even for a moment, thought you knew better than the universe.

“Listen to her. Use your gift. You know what it means.”

She hung up.

You banged your head on the glass door and groaned. Goddamn witches, you thought, everything’s gotta be so goddamn mysterious.

…

It didn’t happen again. Both you and Eddie waited for it, but nothing. When a week went by, you decided it was a one-off kind of thing.

“Maybe it means you should spend more time with me,” Eddie said from the beanbag in your trailer.

Looking up from where you were journaling, spread out on the cushions of your living room, you gave Eddie a look that so clearly said ‘we are together all the time.’ He chuckled and rolled onto the floor to be next to you.

“Your grimoire,” he said, poking the journal.

“Not everything I do is all magic and moonlight, Eddie. Just a normal journal.”

He made a small ‘hmm’ sound and picked up one of the black pens you were using. He positioned himself next to your free arm and began to draw bats to match his. You were going out of your mind; you had never been the type of girl to let anyone mark you in any way, shape, or form. But it was Eddie.

When you closed your journal with a definite snap, Eddie jumped a little. He dropped the pen.

“No. Keep going. I like it,” you told him, handing him a thicker sharpie to work with.

You laid on your back and let Eddie draw all up your arm. Eyes closed, it felt good. Soft. Intimate. When you could tell he was going back over the same lines, you opened your eyes for explanation.

“It will look dumb if you’re entirely covered,” he offered in a hushed tone.

There was a solution to every problem; you took a pen and marked the line on your thigh where your skirt’s hem sat. Then, you bunched the skirt up around your waist, revealing a lot of skin for Eddie to work with.

There was a simple pleasure in watching Eddie try not to look at your underwear but fail miserably. He could contain the grin on his face and you laughed at him.

“Draw me something,” you asked.

He blinked at you a few times, then did the only thing he could think of. In clear letters, at the top of your thigh, he wrote his name and circled it in a heart. He beamed up at you and you reached out to pat his hair.

“Good boy,” you praised, then wriggled down into the cushions and blankets. “More.”

Eddie wasn’t what the world would consider a sublime artist, but he knew his way around a dragon. His sketches were fantasy in nature, and they translated onto your skin remarkably well. As he covered you, he hummed happily, and you continued to play with his hair.

When Eddie ran out of space, he sat up and watched you wake from the totally blissed out altered state you were in.

“Hi,” Eddie whispered, waiting for you to inspect his work.

“I like them,” you told him. “Shame they’ll wash off,”

“I will do this anytime you want. Just say the word, I am here.”

You smiled, felt your skin flush red and your body react to being so close to him. You were all tingles and hot spots. And Eddie, well he was doing his best to angle himself in a way that would hide his own body’s reaction to your bare thighs and underwear. Keep your shit together, Munson, he yelled at himself from inside his skull. Now or never.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes. Please,” you replied, the whininess in your voice obvious to both of you.

Eddie grinned ear to ear, then leaned in and kissed you like it was something he did all day every day. His arm wrapped around you, pulling you into his lap. His hands began to roam, touching his drawings on your legs and the softness of your waist.

You wanted to touch him, hold him like he was holding you, but his scars were deep and he was covered in them. The singular time you’d spoken to him about them was when you’d given him a ride to work, all those mornings ago.

“Eddie,” you said his name into his mouth. He nodded but didn’t break the kiss. “Can I…” You gently placed your hand on his face, over where the scars began. It was those ones – on both cheeks and his left jawline– that made him most self-conscious.

Eddie’s grip on you stayed tight, but his gaze lowered and he licked his lips nervously. You waited for him to speak, not settling for anything less than explicit and voluntary consent.

“I want to tell you about it,” he said. He looked at you with an open expression. You kissed him again, deep and heavy.

“Tell me about it.”

…

Sleep between warm flannel sheets and velvet blankets. Holding cups of hot cocoa. Being kissed, gently, softly, all over. These were the things you wanted for Eddie.

He was a wonder before you knew about 1986. Knowing that he survived quite literal horrors, bitten and bleeding. On the cusp of death then expected to live knowing how it felt to be eaten alive. You wanted to worship at his feet for the rest of your life.

You were a firm believer that all trauma and pain were relative. What could seem like just a bad day to some, could send others to therapy. Yet, you were in awe of how kind and happy Eddie was. Even before the creatures in the Upside Down, the ostracising and villainising, the abandonment and the loneliness… Eddie could be half the person he was and you’d still think he was a miracle.

“You have magic in you,” you told Eddie.

Wrapped up in the softness of your bed, he was happy; it was his happy place. The light filtered in and broke against crystals, prisms of rainbow beams shooting across the space. It always smelled of muffins or incense or sage. Siouxsie was always thrilled to see him and you’d let him add a few vinyls to the stack.

“Magic, huh?”

“Yep,”

“Nah… That’s just like, your love, but in me,” he replied.

“Nope. You have a special brand of magic. It’s earth magic. I can feel it,”

“Can I do anything with this special earth magic?”

You thought on it, watched Eddie stretch and stopped yourself from cooing ‘oh big stretch’ at him like you did with Siouxsie.

“Well, I hear that boys with long hair and earth magic can ask people like me for almost anything, and they just say yes,”

“Oh really?” Eddie laughed. “What if I ask for… a kiss?”

“Your wish is my command,” you replied, wriggling closer to him and kissing him lazily.

“And here,” he said, pointing to the tip of his nose. You giggled and did what he said. “And here.” The top point of his right cheekbone.

It was the hesitation then that made you aware of what he wanted to ask for. The words got caught on their way out, stuck on a branch of self-consciousness.

“Maybe, here?” you asked, then planting a feather-light kiss on his right cheek, over the scar. Eddie nodded before your lips left his skin. “And here?” A kiss to his left cheek, where the scars ran deeper. His breathing hitched, but you could tell by the way he was pulling you closer that he was fine. More than fine.

“I’m gonna say it just one more time. And here?” you said, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down his neck, over the bites.

Eddie’s final wall came down and you traced every line of his body. When the weight of letting you in, letting love touch the part of himself he hated, he cried. He tried his best to wipe the tears away quickly, but nothing got by you unnoticed.

A joke for him, to lighten the mood. You gasped, covered your mouth in faux shock. “Not the nipple!” you said in whispered outrage.

Eddie laughed and the joyful sound broke the tension. It all evaporated into the air, along with any hang-ups he was harbouring about his body, and about if making it out of the Upside Down was worth it at all.

When he had told you about what it was like there and how the scars were formed, he also told you about the pain. Not the pain in the moment, but in the healing.

Some doctors said it was like his skin had been poisoned; it rejected grafts and began to heal twisted, regardless of how perfectly the stitches were placed. Other doctors were more superstitious. They’d seen some fucked up things come through the emergency room doors. They said Eddie had been cursed. There was no medical explanation for why the scarring seemed to get worse the more they tried to heal them. There was no scientific reason for Eddie’s body to refuse medicine and food.  

“They still hurt you,” you stated, focussed on his arms, kissing the insides of his elbows.

Eddie nodded after a split second of confusion. “You never told me what you meant,” he said. “About how you can… read? Is that what you said? You can read scars?”

Since you met Eddie, your conversations had been peppered with information about each other. Things that warranted immediate interrogation. Things that probably did, but you each let slide. Then things of major interest you made notes to return to. You had wondered how long it would take Eddie to ask you about it.

“It’s my specialty. Some of us palm read. Some can conjure elements. Talk to the other side. See the future. Endless possibility,” you started. Eddie was listening intently. “Me. I got a bit of a weird one. Only useful in very specific contexts, but you know how it is,”

“No. I really don’t,” Eddie replied with a small laugh. He waited for you to continue.

“So, this freckle here,” you said pointing to the spot on his wrist that was darker than the others. “I can see you. You’re… four, maybe five? It’s summer. You’re walking home eating a popsicle. This freckle got darker that summer.”

Eddie brought his wrist closer, studied it.

“And that teeny tiny scar under your eye. As white and thin as one of Siouxsie’s whiskers. Guitar string snapped when you were seventeen. Sliced right across your face.”

Eddie’s mouth curved into a smile. “You can do that with anything?”

“Anything that…” It was hard to explain. “Changes your body in an unnatural way. Tattoos included,”

“Don’t judge me,” he quickly said.

“Sketchy home jobs. At least you made sure the needle was sanitised,”

“Mmmm. High pain tolerance and I’m smart. Total catch,” Eddie joked.

“You are, actually,” you told him, not letting him linger in self-deprecation. “And if I am being totally honest with you, Eddie Munson, I would like to formally catch you, if I may,”

“Formally?” he repeated, smiling widely and opening his arms in an invitation.

You climbed on top of him, straddling his lap. “Eddie. I love you. I like who I am around you… I tried to be all ‘mysterious witch rolls into town,’ ‘ohhhh leave her alone,’ but, I don’t know. I didn’t see you coming. But now you’re here. Under me. Around me all the time. And I don’t want you to go. I love you. I’m in love with you.”

Eddie was breathless, submerged in a sea of your devotion. But he couldn’t fucking help himself. “So, you admit you’re a witch?”

You huffed dramatically and rolled off him, pushing him away playfully.

“I’m sorry!” he yelled. “Come back! I love you too!”

Too late. You were up, off the bed. Eddie ran after you, chasing you until he had you pinned down on top of the piles of pillows in the living space. He tickled until you were begging him to stop, then he kissed you like it was the single reason he refused to die. Maybe it was.

…

“So, you’re saying if I smoked that, it would kill me?”

“Eddie…” you warned.

“I’m serious. Look at all this. We could make a lot of cash if we’re smart about this.”

You pushed him away from your kitchen bench. “Go back over to your fucking rollies and let me work,”

“So serious!” he teased, walking to the cushion thrown he’d built and plonking down.

You were dividing herbs, crystals, and other conduits into small hessian fabric bags. Some were for you, some were gifts, and some were for sale. Eddie, also involved in the distribution of earth magic, was rolling joints ready to sell to first timers. It was second nature to him, something he could do blindfolded, so while he worked, he watched you.

“Can you tell me everything is for?” he asked, making eye contact while his tongue ran along the edge of a paper.

“Well… this is one is for Lucy,” you said, holding up one of your small parcels. “There is angelica herb for the baby’s colic, and valerian to help Lucy sleep. But everything has a twofold purpose. The medicinal and the magical. Angelica helps to protect the home, and valerian is good for romantic energy,”

“Lucy as in, my boss’ wife?”

“Yep. I have a long list of Hawkins clients. Not all of them would own up to it… Like… Mrs Miles has requested fire agate.”

You took the crystal over for Eddie to inspect. “What’s it for? Help her be less of a bitch?”

“It would take a whole lot more than agate for that. This is a positive stone. It helps manifest safety and security and that kind of thing. Depending on how you use it, it can help you be a little braver, and help reflect harm. But that isn’t what she’s using it for,”

“Oh?” Eddie quipped with a grin. “Do tell,”

“She didn’t tell me everything, but she did say it was for her husband. And this is a crystal that we use to fight cravings. Addictions. Less than healthy desires,”

“Oh shit. What do you reckon he’s into?”

“Probably something boring, like the bottle. I don’t know. I do hope it helps though,” you reply.

“Do they deserve your help?” Eddie asked sincerely.

“She’s not the nicest person I’ve met, but who I am to gatekeep magic? It’s bigger than me, you know? I… serve… it? In a way? I don’t know how to explain it.”

You went on to tell Eddie about moonstone and black obsidian, mistletoe and borage leaf.

“And I can’t smoke any of it,”

“Not any of this, no. I mean, you could try, but I think most would either do nothing or do harm. However…” You stood on tippy toes and pulled a jar off the top shelf.

Eddie was at your side quickly, taking the jar and shaking it. “This kind of looks like dope. What is it?”

“Mugwort,”

“That sounds super fucking witchy,” he said with a laugh.

“It’s smokable, but is pretty bitter. Some people say it tastes kind of floral but I don’t get that. It doesn’t give you a high while you’re awake, but it makes your dream suuuuper trippy,”

“People buy it?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed. “To help lucid dream, mostly.”

Sometimes, you worried that Eddie would get bored if you rambled on about the history of herbs and magic. You didn’t know, but sometimes he worried you would get bored if he rambled on about D&D and Metallica. The truth was not somewhere in the middle, but at the absolute extreme end of it being impossible to bore each other at all.

Eddie was listening, watching, waiting for you to continue.

“The Aztecs made it into incense, because they believed it to be sacred. Native Americans use it for purification. Ancient cultures from everywhere used it to ward off evil spirits. People like me believe it’s connected to lunar energy, which is very strong,”

“The moon?” Eddie asked with genuine curiosity.

“Yeah. Lunar energy is about cycles, things that repeat. We can’t be static; we need to move through life’s cycles, you know?”

He nodded despite not entirely understanding. “Soooooo, can I-”

“No. Maybe if your nightmares stop you can try some,”

“I don’t have the nightmares when I sleep with you,” Eddie argued.

“I know. But I won’t be able to live with the guilt if it fucks you up. So, it’s a hard no.”

Eddie accepted your ruling, shook the jar again and handed it back.

“Tell me more,” he said, once again becoming side tracked from his task by you and your magic.

…

It happened again. While you watched Eddie, who had not gone to sleep in your bed but was beside you when you woke, you thought about it.

The universe is restoring things once broken. Use your gift.

The universe had taken great effort in moving you to Eddie, all those weeks ago. Whatever you’d done between then and now, she wasn’t satisfied. She had moved Eddie to you. A clear message that there was something to be done for him.

He’s not broken, you said to yourself. But he was in pain. Maybe if your medium was scars and bodies, you could do more than just read them.

Eddie’s eyes began to flutter open, focus on you.

Maybe there was something you could do for him. It would take planning. Planning that he could not be privy to; you wouldn’t give him hope where there may be none.

“The fuck?” he mumbled, sleepiness slurring his words.

“Feels weird, doesn’t it?”

Eddie sat up and realised what had happened. He looked to you for an answer, but you had none, so all you could offer was a shrug.

“Alright… Well. Hi,” he grinned, moving over to kiss you.

“Hi,” you said into his mouth. “I think, if I take my eyes off you, you’ll go back,” you told him. “That’s what happened with me, right?”

Eddie nodded. “Guess we just have to stay in bed, staring at each other forever,”

“You’ve got to open the store. That’s why you slept at yours last night. Didn’t want to wake me early.”

The smile faded from his face and was replaced with a silly pout. “Fuck. Yeah. First time opening. Huge promotion, you know? Lots of responsibility,” he joked.

All you had to do was raise an eyebrow and Eddie knew what you were thinking. No more self-deprecation. It was good that he liked working at Hawkins Records. It was good the boss was teaching him how to open and close, how to balance the books and bank the cash. It wasn’t to be laughed at or be considered small.

“I love you,” he said then.

“I love you too. I’m gonna let you go now,”

“Fuck, does this hurt?”

“No, baby. If it did, I wouldn’t let it happen to you.”

Before he could reply, you leaned in and kissed him, then rolled over in bed, feeling the weight of his body disappear in an instant, leaving you alone in your trailer once again.

…

The trust in Eddie’s eyes was deep, unwavering. He was laid out in front of you, flat on the floor of your trailer. You’d made him as comfortable as possible. A faux fur blanket was beneath him and Siouxsie was cuddled into his side. Still, being stark naked in the middle of a pentagram of candles was a scary thing.

“Would you be more or less anxious if I, like, talk through this? You could just close your eyes and let your mind wander, or-”

“No. Talk me through it,” Eddie replied.

“Okay. Well, first we need to create our circle.”

Like you had countless times before, a gatekeeper white candle at true north, salt bowl, rhodozite, fresh flowers, and an immortal earthworm. Eddie found a spot on the ceiling to focus on and tried to slow his heart rate.

“You ready? I’m going to cover your scars with this,” you explained, holding up a jar of the homemade concoction. “It has a careful balance of four pain relievers – wormwood, yarrow, St Johns’ Wort, and willow bark. The plants all came from specific places and were grown at specific times. Then, we have chickweed, comfrey, and meadowsweet for healing,”

“It will make the scars go?” Eddie asked. You hadn’t told him what exactly you were doing, just that you wanted to try something.

“No. That would take a different kind of magic, one I don’t have. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with how you look, Eddie. I don’t want to change you. I just want to take your pain away. And I can.”

He nodded, went back to staring at the ceiling and patting Siouxsie.

“The plants were dried, then ground up. They’ve been steeping in chamomile oil for exactly thirty-three days,”

“You’ve been planning this for a while, huh?”

“Yep. This is… kind of the culmination of all my talents. An extension of them, maybe… Anyway. The oil is stabilised with some beeswax,”

“Then you put it all over me,”

“Yep. How’s it feel?” you asked.

“Uh, weird. Cold and warm? And… surprised I don’t have a raging hard on.”

You laughed. “It’s the circle. There’s intention here, and it’s not a sexual one,”

“Huh… I just don’t want you to get offended. Any other situation in which you were putting this gooey shit all over me with this much… attention, I would be creaming my jeans.”

Again, you laughed, shaking your hair and trying to pull yourself back into the right mindset. “Eddie, shut up. I need to focus,”

“Sorry, sorry. Go ahead.”

Eddie remained quiet while you wrapped his arms and legs in red twine. You had him sit up so you could wrap his torso and neck. When panic briefly flashed across his face, you kissed him.

“I’ve got you,” you whispered, continuing the twine up around his head so his cheeks, mouth and nose were covered. You checked he could breathe then laid him back down. “You need to stay still, as much as you can, for thirty-three minutes. I know it’s uncomfortable, but I promise this is gonna work.”

You placed a small black onyx over Eddie’s heart, for protection. Jade in his left hand and smoky quartz in his right. Lastly, gently sitting on his forehead, the master healer – brandberg amethyst.

It was the most still for the longest time Eddie could remember being. He thought it was going to take all his willpower, but it didn’t. Something was happening that he couldn’t describe. He felt awake and alert but far away and light. So light. Like he was floating. It felt as though his body was deep into a dish of edibles, but his mind was calm and on mum-friend duty. It was good.

When he felt the weight of the crystals lift, he opened his eyes. He watched you carefully put them into a bowl of salt water. Next to it was another bowl, one that held the smallest, cutest bonfire.

You began to pull the twine from his legs, feeding it into the fire slowly. When Eddie’s body was free, you extinguished the flames and poured the still-hot ashes into a small glass vial.

Lastly, you used a muslin cloth to wipe the potion from his skin, then closed the circle.

“Alright. You can shower now, and I’ll go bury this,” you told him, picking up the vial.

Eddie remained placid as he nodded and disappeared into your bathroom. Siouxsie took it upon herself to follow him and keep watch until both she and you knew the spell had worked and Eddie was safe.

When you came back in from the cold night, Eddie was sitting on the edge of your bed in pyjama pants. His scars had remained, but were perhaps a lighter shade of pink. They didn’t scream in angry red.

“How do you feel?” you asked him, coming to stand between his legs.

Eddie took hold of your hips and looked up at you. A tear slipped down his face, followed quickly by more. It was only once it was gone that Eddie realised how much pain there had been.

“I… I can’t… feel them. It doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t hurt anymore,” he cried, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling himself into your belly, hiding his face against your warm body.

…

In numerology, four is a figure of stability, security, and dependability. So, when Eddie finally asked to have his tarot read, you calculated the days since you first met him. It had been four-hundred and forty-four days, a bit over a year, since you had found Siouxsie in the company of Eddie.

Of course, you thought.

Eddie had jumped at the chance to have you read his palm. Nearly weekly, he’d bring his empty mug to you so you could decipher the tea leaves. But his cards? It had been a hard no.

“Can I ask why?” you had said softly.

Eddie shrugged. “Feels like… everything is good right now. I don’t want anything to fuck it up. If I know too much about what’s coming, might do something stupid.”

It was simple logic and you respected his boundary. Sometimes, if the tea leaves said too much, you’d not speak of it all to Eddie.

Months later, when he asked for you to shuffle your deck, you asked him what had changed. Once again, he shrugged.

“Woke up feeling good?” he offered. You were sure it was the number four and the placement of the moon, but just nodded and retrieved the cards from the special place you kept them.

While you were in your bedroom, Eddie lit a joint and gave Siouxsie a little treat. He put Van Morrison’s Moondance record on; it was not his usual thing but it always made you happy, and Crazy Love fed the butterflies in his stomach.

You and Eddie sat opposite each other on the cushions in your living space. Over the sawed-off coffee table, you laid a deep purple silk cloth. When you asked if he wanted a simple three-card spread, or something more complex, he said he was all in.

Swapping the cards for the joint, you let Eddie shuffle while you inhaled deeply.

“We can stop at any time,” you reminded him as he put the deck on the table.

Eddie nodded and waited for further instruction.

“Okay, you’re going to shuffle them again, but this time I want you to think about something. It might be a general question you have or something you wanna know more about. It doesn’t have to be super specific, but try to focus in on a theme.”

He picked up the cards and did what you said. There was something about the image of Eddie sitting cross-legged surrounded by cushions, joint hanging from between his lips, shuffling tarot cards that made you feel a little bit feral with love. You needed to focus though; if he was ever going to let you do this again you needed to channel your energy into reading his.

Once Eddie placed the deck on the table, you pushed it along, spreading them in a line.

“You’re going to pick your cards now. Hold your hand out flat, like this, and see if you can feel anything. The right card might feel warm or like static. It’s okay if they don’t though. The first one is going to represent your preconceived ideas about the theme.”

Eddie held back a smirk as he moved his hand along the line of cards like you’d shown him. He felt a little bit silly, but he was a believer regardless. He knew your magic was real.

“This one,” he said, pushing a card out of the line. You moved it away from the rest.

“Again. This card will represent the present.”

He repeated the process for the unexpected, the near future, and the distant future. Once the five cards were drawn, you put the remaining deck aside. Eddie’s chosen cards were neatly arranged side by side on the table.

“You can turn your first card over.”

The Chariot.

“He looks cool,” Eddie commented.

“He is. This card is about having direction, control, and willpower. It would suggest, whatever it is your thinking about, that you have a sense of real, practical determination about it,” you said, watching Eddie for that flicker of recognition people got when the cards resonated with them.

“Can I tell you the thing?” he asked, to which you nodded. “Been thinking a bit about work. I think they’re gonna open up that second store I told you about. Their kid is nearly one. I don’t what they’re thinking about managers and who’s gonna run the record store, but…”

“But it could be you?” you finished for Eddie, because he felt like saying it out loud might jinx it.

“Yeah,”

“I think it could be too. And, this card is saying that you’ve been working hard and, you know, moving forward. The moons on his armour represent what is coming to be. It has a connection to the Divine will. So, it’s a good headspace to be in,”

“Okay. Yeah, cool. Next one?” Eddie asked. He was getting into it.

As soon as he saw the card, Eddie groaned.

“No! It’s not bad! The Death card is good. Metamorphosis. If we apply it to your theme, then you’re right. There is change happening at work, and it will bring new beginnings,” you told him. He raised his eyebrows. “Come on, Eddie. You know better than anyone that there’s more to dark imagery than like, actual death and doom,”

“Alright. I’ll trust you on that one,”

“Good; trust me. Next one is the unexpected… The Tower,” you read, then began to hum.

“What? Is this one bad? It’s upside down,”

“It is. That changes the meaning. See, the upright Tower means disaster. The lightning and fire, the people jumping or falling. It’s not normally a good omen, but yours is reversed. That symbolises disaster avoided, or just delayed.”

You were speaking slower and more considered, and Eddie clocked it immediately. “Just tell me,”

“Well, no, it’s just… if this is your unexpected thing, it means there probably will be something you have to overcome. The Tower is falling, and you can’t stop it, but seeing it reversed means that you’ll cope and survive and probably be better for it,”

“Right,” Eddie replied, thinking.

You weren’t entirely sure what it meant for Eddie’s future, but that’s the nature of the cards. It was certainly the nature of the unexpected position in the five-card spread.

“So next is the future?” Eddie said, then flipped the card.

“Yep,” you said, then laughed as The Fool was revealed.

“Great. So, I get a burning tower and now I’m a fucking clown?”

“This is a good card, Eddie! I promise. The Fool has a free spirit. He is taking his first steps out into the world. He’s happy and excited,”

“He sounds dumb,” Eddie said deadpan.

“A little. Innocent, definitely. See the cliff? He needs to be maybe just a little bit more aware of his surroundings, but he’ll have help. The dog is his warning sign,”

“We have a cat,”

“Firstly, we? Do we? Secondly, it could be a metaphor. It just means, take to the road light-hearted but heed the warning signs,”

“Alright. I can do that. Last one,”

“That was your near future. This is more long term.”

You held your breath as Eddie turned the card over. If it were up to you, Eddie’s future would be filled with comfort and ease, triumph and beauty. Alas, it wasn’t up to you, it was up to the universe. While you trusted her, she had dealt Eddie a pretty shit hand.

When The World sat face up on the table, you breathed out happily and wiped your eyes, unaware they had started to well with tears.

Eddie looked up at you. “Baby?” he asked concerned.

You sniffed back the tears and smiled at him. “It’s good. Really good. And it makes sense for today, too.”

Eddie grinned, picked up the card and studied it. “There’s a lot going on,”

“Yeah, um,” you started, composing yourself. “The World. Okay. At the heart of her is balance, in all things. But, not at the expense of progress. The World is eternal evolution in movement. And, uh,” you paused, giving Eddie a chance to reign you in if he wanted.

Eddie saw the sparkle in your eyes, the excitement and the innate need to just talk.

“Tell me everything,” he reassured you.

“Well, like, today, you know what today is? We’ve known each other for four-hundred and forty-four days, right, and see here, in the corners. These four guys, they represent Scorpio, Leo, Aquarius and Taurus, from the zodiac, and they in turn can represent so much, like the four corners of the universe, the four elements and seasons, and the four suits of Tarot, four compass points…”

“Everything is coming up fours, huh?”

You were beaming. “Yeah, and if you wanna get all hippie about it, if you pull The World it means there is wholeness in your future, Eddie. Like, alignment of you and everything around you. A sense that you’re connected to something bigger.”

Eddie laughed. “These are some big feelings to have about a job,”

“Maybe. But maybe that stability brings, you know, something more? Fulfillment and achievement. And, maybe the cards have branched away from just your main theme. They have waited a long time to tell you their story, so maybe they’re just peppering in other things too?”

“Ah, I see. So your cards are as tricky as you? Love a bit of mystery?”

“They do. I do,” you replied, looking back down at the table. “This is a really good reading, Eddie. How do you feel, ‘cause I feel… I’m so happy for you,”

“I feel like this is promising me a lot but if I have learnt anything in the past four million four thousand four hundred forty-four point four four days is that I can trust you, my little witch,” Eddie replied, smiling fondly and reaching across the table to boop you on the nose.

“I love you,”

“I love you too. You make me… so fucking happy,” Eddie said, his voice equal parts soft with love and rough with lust.

For a moment, a timeless moment, you and Eddie watched each other. The air was hazy with incense and smelt like choc chip cookies. Siouxsie had departed, off to chase leaves and make friends with mice, leaving the two of you alone.

You crawled around the table and sat in Eddie’s lap. Quickly, immediately, his hands were holding you, travelling under your shirt and up around your back. You buried your head in his neck, kissing over what used to be pain but now was perfect neutrality. His hair curled around your fingers and as you pulled, Eddie felt his scalp tingle and his entire body scream that it needed to be closer to you, closer than it was, closer than humanly possible.

The kissing was desperate, messy, unprecise. As you pulled away, Eddie brought a hand to your mouth to wipe away spit before it escaped. You sucked in his finger, holding it between your front teeth and not letting go. He grinned, all manic and beautiful.

“I need you… in like, so many ways,” he whispered.

“You’ve got me. In every single way, Eddie. Always.”

Lavender and lemon balm. Fairy circles and magic mushrooms. Serpentine and Australian opal. The Sun and the Moon and the stars and everything under and beyond them. Infinitely, Eddie and his sketchy tattoos and pick necklace and his scars. You were obsessed.

End Notes: I poured my soul into this one and it means a lot. I’m usually chill about reblogs but I would really appreciate your support and feedback for this one.

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