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Egon

Chapter 2 - Provide

(Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader)

Rating: 18+ for explicit smut.

Synopsis: Ghost asks you about your past.

Notes: I had every intention of making the beginning of this chapter a slow burn, but then it turned into smut. I have no regrets. I read somewhere that someone was disappointed they didn't see more of Ghost getting his dick sucked. I am here to please. 🥵😉 Ghost making fun of readers southern slang is HILARIOUS and you can't convince me otherwise. I hope you enjoy! Chapter 3?

Word count: 6.7k+

AO3

You were definitely caught off guard the next morning when Ghost had asked you about your experiences in the United States Marine Corp.

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When you woke up hours later, your entire body was sore. Your legs and arms ached, your head was pounding and your entire face was congested. Odd–this was something you usually considered when you were out in the field. It was pouring down rain all day yesterday, and it was cold. You got soaked at one point. And the fire you lit did little to warm the old dilapidated shack you were staying in. So naturally, you caught a nasty cold overnight.

As your eyes softly flutter open, you can't see much. It's just before dawn. Dark and foggy, making it almost pitch back. But you can feel the brisk morning air kiss your cheeks. You can hear the frogs croaking outside. Apart from the frogs singing, it's quiet. Peaceful, almost.

You stir gently, trying to stretch your aching bones when something comes to your attention. You're on your side, facing the door. When you lay your arms down, you feel something heavy and bulky slunked over your side. There's no sign of any blankets, but you're warm. You're enveloped in warmth, actually. You can feel something hot and gentle fanning the back of your beck. The bed shuffles and buckles a little in the middle when the weight behind you moves.

It was then, you put two and two together. Ghost is pressed against you, arms around your waist. His crotch is up tight against your ass. The front of his massive thighs are touching the back of yours as he holds you firmly in his grasp. Even in his sleep, he seems protective. You don't think he's awake, judging by the gentle and steady way his chest is rising and falling. His breathing is calm. This was a little unusual for him–you think. In these situations he usually stays up on guard. You almost never got to see him sleep. In fact, you don't think you've ever seen the man sleep, or even close his eyes.

Something warm blossoms in your chest. A feeling you're unfamiliar with. It lights your cheeks up, and brings an involuntary smile to your lips. You're trying hard, really. But something about this mysterious, dangerous, man feeling comfortable enough with you to let his guard down and fall asleep makes your head buzz with excitement. Your face is properly red now as you lay there defenseless in his arms. There's another thought in the back of your head that causes a new reaction, but this time below your waist. You've seen this man hold down and kill some of the strongest warriors in the world. Yet here he is, holding you gently in his grasp. Clinging to you like he hasn't felt another body like yours his entire life–which could be entirely possible.

You start to ache down there again, arousal starting to seep from your cunt and pool in your underwear. Your underwear. Wait, underwear? You suddenly remember; the last thing you did last night was collapse on the bed after he finished inside you. You don't remember cleaning up, or getting dressed. You don't even remember climbing into the bed.

But there's a sweet smell on your skin. Even though the shack you're staying in is old and dilapidated, it doesn't smell bad. Which makes it much easier to smell yourself and him in these close quarters. The smell is familiar, something like lemon and flowers. You take a quiet breath in, trying to debunk it. And then you recognize it. The smell of your hygiene wipes. You glance over at your bag. It's open, with only the bags for your military grade hygiene wipes pulled out and sitting on the floor next to it.

You stare at the bag for a few minutes, completely dumbfounded by the idea that just crossed your mind. Your mouth is open slightly, letting air gently flow in and out. Ghost cleaned you. He cleaned you. He took the time to meticulously wipe you down with your hygiene wipes to ensure you were comfortable. You know what dried seamen feels like. It's awful, it can make any woman feel dirty and uncomfortable. He understood that. The thought is embarrassing honestly. To picture this hulk of a military man spreading your legs to clean you. A woman of your caliber, being cleaned like a child. But it also sparks more adoration for him.

You've seen them both from him now.

Protector.

And provider.

There's something absolutely vile about the way your core instantly starts throbbing at the thought of him caring for you. Something so sweet, coming from a man people thought was so evil. A misunderstood, heartfelt man behind an intimidating mask.

You shift a little, trying to rub your thighs together in a pathetic attempt to ease the throbbing between them. The bed buckles slightly and you hear his even breathing change. His chin grazes the top of your head and the arm around your waist stiffens slightly as he slowly starts to come out of his slumber. A loan groan rumbles deep in his chest as the arm around your waist starts to move. You look down–he has his sleeve rolled up, exposing the bottom half of his arm covered in tattoos. The large visible veins covering the limb make you absolutely fucking feral.

His hand slowly starts to move from the mattress next to you, to your stomach. His large palm flattens and splays across you. He covers your entire belly. That same hand begins gliding up and over the ridge of your curves. He starts at your waist, then slides down to your hips and lands on the outside of your thigh. During his minstations, he doesn't make a sound. But you can feel something hard starting to press against your ass.

His hand starts to glide back up, slowly mapping every curve along the way until it ventures back down to your tummy–like he's trying to burn them to memory. From there his palm flattens again, but it starts to slide up. When he reaches just under your breast, a soft moan slips through the mask before he pushes forward and envelopes your breast in his hand. His hips gently start to rut against you.

The colossal hand squeezes down gently and lazily, kneading the squishy flesh there. Instantly, it makes both nipples rise to attention. Your breath hitches when his soft ruts on your rear stop. He takes his massive thigh and moves it to gently nudge your leg. He pokes his knee between your thighs and lifts your leg with his, slotting his thigh perfectly against your clothed cunt. He's warm there too, you discover. That warmth accompanied by his thigh pushing up against your core sends shivers down your spine.

He still hasn't said anything, but his breathing has picked up. What feels like an iron rod is pressed against your butt still–his thigh begins rubbing and putting pressure on your cunt. All while your breasts are being fondled by his big hands. He pulls you closer to his chest, lifting you slightly so he can get his other arm under your side and use that hand to assault your other breast.

His hips grind on yours while the thigh pressed to your cunt drives deeper, making you clench around absolutely nothing. His pointer fingers and thumbs come together on both breasts to tease your nipples, rolling them between the leather of his tactical skeleton gloves. You begin to let sweet whimpers fall from your lips, which encourage Ghost to continue. His head comes down to the nape of your neck. He opens his mouth and softly bites down on the sensitive skin there through his mask. His breath comes out hot and heavy under your chin.

You begin to roll your hips in time with his movements. You bring a hand up to steady and brace yourself on his side to start grinding down on him. He halts the movements of his thigh and lets you start to chase your own release. His hard cock throbbing painfully in his pants. His fingers continue to play with your nipples as you grind down on him. He groans, eyes half lidded and full of lust. He's watching closely.

"Mhm. Use me, sweet girl." He finally says.

"Simon–" you whimper.

"Shh." He hushes you. "Focus."

Slow, steady and determined rolls of your hips on his leg start to make your lower tummy burn. Ghost watches you, mouth agape under his mask as your hips slowly and purposefully circle up and grind down on his appendage. Your legs attach at the ankle behind his legs, making it easier for you to stay steady in your movements. Your tiny fingers dig into his side as you clutch onto him.

You're no stranger to this dance. Your hips know what to do. Whether you're on top, riding him–or in this exact situation, grinding down on his thigh. Your curves move achingly slow in presentation for him. He curses under his breath, hands squeezing down hard on your breasts now–like he's holding onto you desperately. Like he's holding himself back.

The final straw is when you whimper his name in the sweet tone of yours again–a sweet, lustful cry of his name that makes his brain short circuit for a moment. His hands quickly release your breasts. They shoot down your curves to your waist and grip your hips tightly. He begins to help you grind on him, bringing his own hips and his aching cock to your rear and humping you in time with your own movements on his thigh.

"Fucking hell." He grumbles, his voice deeper from sleep. His covered cock pokes the soft lumps of your ass. "Needy little girl. Aren't you, Sergeant?"

You can only manage a broken whimper as he continues to pull your hips back and forth on his thigh. The muscles in your lower stomach start to stiffen–that familiar feeling starting to arise again. Your breathing picks up, and your moans become desperate as your orgasm rapidly approaches. He holds you so firm and strong, pulling you down on his thigh like it's the only thing in the universe he cares about in this moment. Your belly is pulling tight again, causing your throat to shudder closed. You start repeating something, but you're so far out of it you can't discern what is.

Ghost can though.

Simon. Simon. Simon. Simon–

It's not the movements or the grinding that finally sends you over the edge though. It's his strong hands anchored on your hips. It's his big firm body pressed tight against yours. It's his cock pressed to your rear. It's the desperation in his movements. It's the feeling of his hot, labored breaths on your neck. It's the moans that slip from his lips. It's the selflessness–how he's only getting you off in this moment.

White hot please shoots up your spine as your orgasm rockets through you. Your entire body erupts in goosebumps, shivers making you shift and brace yourself. Your face presses into the warm fabric of the mattress, fingers leaving Ghost to dig in next to your torso. Your moans get swallowed by the dirty fabric there. Ghost's hands stay attached to your hips as your thrusts slow and eventually come to a stop. You lay there, catching your breath as Ghost does the same behind you.

After a few moments, one of Ghost's hands comes up to flatten on your back, rubbing all the way up to your neck, and back down. He does this for a few minutes, soothing you from your high. On the last run, his hand comes up and locks around the back of your neck. Strong hands force your head to turn right and up so you're facing him. His fingers lace through the hair on the back of your head. He pulls you close, his neck cranes down so the fabric of his mask over his lips is ghosting yours. He breathes hot air against your face and his eyes lock on your exhausted expression.

"Get dressed." He whispers to you.

His cock is still hard, you can see it from here.

"What about yo–"

"That's an order, sergeant." He interrupts.

His voice sounds absolute. You don't speak, but his hand holds you there for a few more moments before he finally releases you. He unwraps himself from you and climbs over. Heavy feet land on the wooden floor when he sits on the edge of the bed. Leaning down, he starts to tighten the straps on boots.

You lay there for another brief moment, watching him from behind. Tired hues scan from his waist, all the way up to his shoulders. His back is massive, tight muscles constricting under his black hoodie as he moves to stand. He walks to the pile of his gear on the floor. One by one, he starts getting set up again. First comes his layered rain jacket. He zips it all the way to the top. Then comes the harness that fits around his waist and thighs. The vest comes last, followed by the mountain of weapons he has.

Your eyes quickly shoot to the side when you see him glance over at you. Embarrassed he caught you gawking, you began to crawl out of the bed. Tiny feet hit the floor and you stand, making your way over to your own pile of gear on the floor. You can feel him watching you as you adjust your underlayer of clothes. The tight undershirt he had just fondled all morning is getting pressed down against your curves, showing the lines of your sculpted belly and belly button–it gets tucked under the buckle of your jeans. You reach up, combing through your hair with your fingers and pulling it into a loose ponytail at the base of your neck. You follow the same order as him. Boots, jacket, harness, vest, weapons.

His eyes are on you still, making you shiver. You feel incredibly bad. He was still achingly hard in his trousers when you finished and then he just…got up. Why would he do that? Sure, last night he came inside you. But, he still made you the priority. And he did the same thing this morning. It's not fair, you think to yourself. He was your commanding officer though. Not much you could do to fight him.

As you finish tightening the last strap, you hear the microphone on your earpiece start to crackle. You stop what you're doing immediately, dropping your hands to the floor and snatching the headset. You place it over your head, bringing the microphone to your lips.

"This is Egon, do you copy?"

"Egon–this is Soap. How copy?" Comes a familiar voice.

"Ten kilometers west. Moving out now."

"Are you with the Ghost?"

"Affirmative." You say, glancing over at Ghost who is standing tall, hands resting on the top of his vest.

"Copy. Rendezvous at the meeting point. Stay safe out there, lass."

"Copy." You return before pushing the mic away from your face. You turn fully to face Ghost, who is already on his way towards the door.

He pulls the door open, holding it with his foot while he pulls the rifle off his back and points it outside. He bends his knees, easing out of the doorway and starting to sweep the area. You follow suit, doing the same. It's nice out today, the early morning sun shoots beams through clouds as you and Ghost make your way towards the city.

It's quiet too. The sound of your boots hitting the cobblestone streets are all you can hear as you and the Lieutenant approach an abandoned SUV. It's old, probably the early nineties. Ghost is in front of you. He sweeps one hand up and motions for you to take one side of the vehicle while he takes the other. The windows are tinted, so you're going in blind.

First you sweep the outside. Then you both approach the second row doors. Your hand lands on the handle with a gentle thud, Ghost following quickly behind. With your other hand, you pull the mic down to your lips.

"On the count of three." You whisper to him.

"Roger."

You begin counting, heart pumping with excitement.

One.

Two.

Three.

Your fingers curl tightly around the handle and yank it open. You immediately let go and bring those digits back down to the trigger on your rifle. Ghost does the same, sweeping his barrel from left to right, making sure the vehicle is empty. You have a good idea the car is empty, both you but do the same procedure for the front just in case. When you determine the car is in fact abandoned, Ghost jumps in the driver's seat and you take the passenger. His hulking figure takes up most of the room in the small foreign made SUV, but you can't complain when he works his magic and manages to hot wire it.

The engine fires right up and he shifts it to gear, putting all four wheels into motion.

The plan is to drive ten kilometers north, directly to the coordinates Price gave you. It's probably somewhere in the middle of nowhere, where he is able to call in one of the helicopters to land. He usually opts for dessert–that's your best guess.

The drive so far is bumpy–the old SUV not being the smoothest of rides. You're looking out your passenger window when Ghost's voice catches you off guard.

"What was it like in the United States Marine Corp?" He asks, not taking his eyes off the road.

You're shocked, to say the least. This is the first time he's ever inquired about your past experiences. You glance over at him, eyes locking on the hard part of his mask. Your cheeks are rosy from the brisk morning air–lips slightly chapped from the lack of hydration.

"Uhm. It was…tough. I guess." You speak softly, watching his fingers curl around the steering wheel.

"I've heard that branch of the American military is particularly hard on its soldiers."

You look forward, thinking back on your experiences there. You were just an eighteen year old girl when you joined. It was a hard decision to make, but it was one you had to make for your own safety.

You lower your head a bit, lost in thought. Ghost takes notice and glances over at you through his peripherals.

"It was, yeah. Probably because I was so young when I joined. It's what I needed, though."

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"I needed the discipline, and the real world experience–needed to learn how to defend myself."

His hands glide over the steering wheel as he makes a turn. Silence fills the air for a few minutes as Ghost closes in on the rendezvous point.

"Discipline–" he huffs humorously. "--you wouldn't know discipline if it bit you in the arse."

You chuckle softly. "What can I say? Guess that's the American in me."

"Got that right. Bloody disrespectful people you are."

You laugh out loud this time. "Disrespectful and stubborn are two different things, Ghost! I am not disrespectful!"

He doesn't respond, but you like to think he's smiling under that mask. You look over at him, a smile of your own plastered on rosey cheeks. You really want to ask him about his past, pick his brain. You want to know why he is the way he is. Why he's cold, calculating and fierce. Surely there's a story or two behind the mask, but you can't bring yourself to ask. For fear you may disrespect him.

"Besides. I was told my disregard for authority was one of my best qualities when Price recruited me."

"Is that right?" He asks.

"Mhm."

"Price is a cunt."

You laugh again, white teeth splitting your mouth open as you turn to hide the subtle blush turning your cheeks even more red. Your breath fogs the class as you glance out of the window.

"I reckon he probably says the same thing about you."

He scoffs. "Quit talking like your parents were cousins."

"That was vile, sir." You say, pressing your hand to your cheek and continuing to laugh. "And uncalled for."

Ghost snorts, one hand leaving the steering wheel to lay on the center console between you and him. The cab starts to shake when he drives off the beaten path and into some rough terrain. The ground is made solely of rock, large ones. Which sends you both ricocheting back and forth in the vehicle. What feels like an eternity later, you approach a wide opening where you see one of the standard military helicopters. Ghost pulls up a few feet away and slams the vehicle into park. Not even taking the time to shut the car off, he opens his door and jumps out. You follow.

You walk next to Ghost's towering figure. When you approach the ramp and jump on, Soap is immediately out of his seat to see you in.

The ramp starts to close and it's hard to hear anything over the helicopter's blades. Your hair whips violently until the ramp closes completely and you're both inside with the rest of the team, and then some. You notice a few men standing towards the front of the large copter. One of the men locks eyes with you and you can't help but stare back as he nods softly.

Soap approaches Ghost first, slapping his hand on the much larger man's arm.

"Took your sweet ass time with that one, didn't ya boss?"

Ghost tilts his head to the side, eyes glancing over towards you. You lock eyes with him immediately, heart rating increasing as his stare bores into you.

"We had some setbacks. I straightened them out."

Soap knocks his shoulder and grunts. "That's why we love the Ghost."

Ghost's eyes don't leave you as you move back to take a seat on the metal bench attached to the haul wall. Soap approaches you soon after, spreading out and getting comfortable.

"Who are the guys over there? I wasn't aware we would have guests." You whisper, laying your head back and turning to look at Soap.

"Alejandro and his team. Good guys. They'll be helping us from here out." He whispers back.

"You're sure we can trust him?"

"Positive. We worked closely with him on a mission you weren't involved in a while back. He's good people."

"Okay. If you trust him, I trust him."

Soap shifts in his seat, leaning closer to you. You can see past him. Ghost is still standing, meaning against one of the haul walls with his massive arms tied over his chest. It's too dark over there to see his eyes, but you swear you can feel them watching you.

"I tried to reach you last night. Why didn't you answer?" He whispered.

"What? I never heard the comm turn on." You respond, eyes flashing back to Ghost for a moment before they land on Soap once more.

"Multiple times, actually. You had me worried, lassy."

"Sorry Johnny. I was just tired. And Ghost was having issues with his all night."

"Won't happen again, yeah?" He says, giving you a serious look.

You grin. "You can't order me around, Soap. We're the same rank."

"Would you listen even if I was your superior?" He countered.

"Fuck off." You say with a laugh, moving your hand up to flatten on his face and push him away playfully. Soap grins and moves back into his original position next to you.

"Where are we headed?" You ask, fumbling with one of the pockets on your vest.

"New mission tomorrow. Alejandro is taking us to his headquarters to detox and debrief. Then we're out at dawn."

You sigh. "Another mission already?"

He nods, his hands softly patting his thighs as he closes his eyes and rests his head against the wall.

"As long as there's a shower. I didn't get to use the one at our safehouse last night." You say.

"Why?"

"Because it was a shack attached to the house and it was freezing." Sarcasm evident in your tone.

"Excuses, sergeant."

You roll your eyes and sit back again. The rest of the flight is quiet. With the occasional soft banter in the background. Everyone seems pretty exhausted. Which is fair, this mission lasted almost seven days. You were happy to have the twelve hours being given to rest up. You stayed with Soap the entire flight there, but you were a little uneasy. The entire time, you felt Ghost's eyes watching you intently through the eye holes on his mask.

You were relieved to jump off the helicopter when it finally landed.

The "headquarters" in question looked to be nothing but an abandoned warehouse, in some kind of oil district. When you and the rest of the team walked inside, it was bare bones. But it did appear to have a running function. There were couches, chairs, tables spread out. There was a large projector screen on one of the empty walls. And there was even some workout equipment positioned in a corner of the facility.

Alejandro walked everyone through a large bay door which led into what used to be the office part of the facility. He pointed out that there were five or six open bedrooms, and a couple open showers. All in their own enclosed rooms for added privacy.

You immediately jumped at the shower opportunity first. Quick to get out of your dirty clothes, you let the warm water run over your aching body. Your soaked hair sticks to your face, neck and back as you run soapy fingers through it. You lather yourself in soap, hands running down your body until they meet at your lower tummy. Your hand slips down and between your thighs to where you ach the most. You run your fingers through your folds, getting every nook and cranny clean. A soft sigh leaves your lips.

A naughty voice in your head says you wish he hadn't cleaned you last night. You wish you could feel reminiscent of him here–feel his cum dripping down your leg. You still feel awful for not helping him get off this morning–not like you could do much. When he ordered you to get ready in that definite tone of his. You couldn't say no.

You're so lost in your thoughts, you don't hear the door creak open. You stand there behind the curtain, letting the water soak you while you think back to last night. The feeling of his lips. The feeling of his hands. The feeling of his cock, buried deep inside you. You're so lost in that moment again, that you actually gasp out loud when the light suddenly shuts off. You whip your head around, squinting to try and find any source of light. Your wet hands grab ahold of the shower curtain to try and open it but you're startled when a large, naked hand clamps on top of yours.

"Taking bloody forever in here, sweet girl." Comes that familiar deep baritone cutting through the darkness. "I'd like to get clean too."

"Simon–"

"You're wasting all the hot water, sergeant."

You can't see him, it's still pitch black. But you can feel the cold air from outside rush in when he opens the curtain to step in. His large form pushes you deeper inside, boxing you in the corner under the stream of steamy water. You hear him close the curtain completely and he steps closer to you.

"Come here." He orders, a large hand coming out to wrap around your arm.

"S-simon. You…you don't have your mask on."

"And it's pitch black in here. Any other obvious observations?"

You swallow, stepping slightly closer to him.

"You–You're okay with this?" You ask in a whisper.

A soft chuckle leaves his lips. His hand tightens around your arm and yanks you forward, your body crashing into his. But he catches you, in those strong arms. Fuck, you never thought you'd feel his naked body but here you are–pressed against his broad chest. The hairs there are soft and comforting.

"I trust you wouldn't do anything to break the confidence I have in you, sergeant."

A large hand comes to your lower back and pulls you closer. His other hand comes up to your jaw and caresses it, that thumb moves under your chin and points up, getting your entire head to move with it. You feel his hot breath ghosting over your lips again as he leans down. Water is running down your back as his hand starts to slide up and down, feeling every inch of skin there you have to offer. Your hands find their way to his chest, and slide all the way up to the back of his head. Fingers lace through the silky hair at the base of his neck as he leans down to finally lock his lips on yours.

You let a soft whimper fall into his mouth as he kisses you. His hand leaves your chin to trail down your sides and join his other on your back. Your tongues begin the same erotic dance they did just last night. You wonder if he knows how talented he is with his tongue. How he knows exactly how to please you with it–almost like it's second nature to him. His head twists to the right and yours twists to the left, opening wide to take his tongue again and again and again. Soon his movements start to become more erratic as arousal takes over. His hands move from your back, down to your ass. There he squeezes and kneads the soft flesh as he continues to kiss you.

Your thighs are rubbing together now, your core heating up at his rash and desperate movements. You can feel his cock hardening against your stomach as your hands slide down from his head to land on his chest. He pulls you closer with his hands on your ass–so close you can feel his cock throbbing with excitement.

One of his hands slides off your ass to come around front. Slowly sliding down, his fingers eagerly find your weeping cunt and sink through your folds. It's happening so quickly you can't compose any words, he steals the breath from your lungs. Calloused fingers rub down through your slit to collect your arousal and he coos when he feels how wet you are.

"All this for me, little girl?" He whispers into your mouth.

You moan for him, legs becoming weak when one of those wet fingers comes up to start rubbing strong circles over your clit. Slowly–achingly slowly–he continues to circle over that sensitive and abused bundle of nerves.

"Simon–"

Your hands hold steady on his chest as he continues to rub your clit. The steam from the hot water makes the air dense around you.

You desperately want to please him. You know that this pleases him, letting him have his way with you. Listening to the moans he causes coming from your mouth. Feeling the wetness he creates between your thighs. But you want to pleasure him. You want to please him in your own way. You want to give him a break from all his hard work.

"Simon, wait–"

He doesn't listen, just continues his assault on your wet cunt.

"Simon, stop–"

You feel him hesitate for a moment, and his movements slow down. He huffs out a hard breath like he wasn't breathing the entire time he was playing with you.

"What? What's wrong?" He asks, out of breath.

He removes his hand from your cunt, and you can feel him slowly take a step back. You're worried he thinks he did something wrong, so your hands reach up to grab his neck.

"Absolutely nothing–" you say as your fingers slowly start to dig into the thick muscles there. He groans. "I want to suck your cock. Will you let me?"

His breath catches in his throat, your fingers continuing to massage the muscles on his neck. You bring one foot forward, starting to guide him back against the tile wall of the shower. He actually lets you, which is surprising. He grunts when his back makes contact, but you continue distracting him with rubbing his neck. You stand on the tips of your toes to try and kiss him again and his hands come to land on your waist. You come close, but then decide to let your lips hover over his. Your hot breath fans over his chapped lips as his hands search for you in the darkness.

"I want your cunt." He mumbles against your lips.

"You can have my pussy anytime you want, Simon. I've made that abundantly clear by now. You've been so attentive to me, let me do something for you."

You rub strong lines up and down his neck with your thumbs, digging into the taut muscle there. He moans this time, and you feel his cock jump when you mention he can have you anytime he wants. He slowly begins to give in, the hands on your waist letting go and dropping to his sides. He gets tired of you teasing him and smashes his lips to yours, giving you one more juicy kiss before pulling back to let you slide down his body. Your fingers release his neck and start to glide down his chest. Your knees bend and your hands follow, coming all the way down his chest, to his abdomen, his stomach, and then landing on his strong thighs on either side.

His cock falls down heavy, large and attentive to you. Your knees make contact with the wet floor and you settle there between his legs. Your cunt throbs when your hands come together at the base of his cock, thumbs and pointer fingers trying to wrap around his girth. You can't, you discover. He's too thick for even both hands. You swallow down a moan when you feel him twitch. He's waiting patiently for your tongue. You sit down on your ankles, head bowing to meet the tip of his hanging cock.

All the muscles in his body tense and he hisses when you open your mouth and your tongue slides under his shaft. Your wet cavern envelopes the tip of him, lips closing over his shaft and you pull back, sucking as hard as you can. His hips buck involuntarily, sending his cock a little farther in your mouth. You groan, eyes squeezing shut as you adjust to his size. His hand comes to rest on the back of your head, fingers lace through your wet hair.

You dive back in, swallowing around his cock and starting to bob back and forth. Slowly, of course. You do your best to take as much of him as you can, but it's difficult. He's such a large man, it was no shock to you to find he was large down here too. His hand squeezes and pulls you forward on his cock as he lets a particularly loud moan leave his lips.

"Fucking hell, woman. That mouth of yours—"

He's caught off guard when you nibble down on him a little bit. One hand leaves his shaft to reach down and cup his balls. You squeeze them gently and you feel the top half of his body hunch over. His fingers dig into your scalp.

"Fuuuuuck." He moans. "Fuck, I wish I could see you right now–that pretty little mouth of yours wrapped around my cock."

You mmm low in your throat and continue working at him. Your fingers softly tease his balls, while your mouth brings him a pleasure he hasn't felt in a very long time. Your soft tongue laps up every drop of pre-cum from him and you swallow it all. His hand is pushing you further down. You can feel it shaking slightly.

"Bloody hell. Can–can I fuck your face sweet girl?"

You nod against him, your other hand leaving him to trail down between your thighs. A sweet moan vibrates against his cock when your fingers find your clit. A thumb begins rubbing soft circles there while you trail your pointer finger down to slip inside. You pump yourself at the same rate as your mouth takes his cock. Back and forth, back and forth. In and out, in and out.

He hisses when he realizes what's going on. He loses his patience and balls his hand into a fist at the back of your head. He growls when you moan out his name against his cock. He pulls you forward and then back. Pulling himself off the wall, he braces above you and slowly starts thrusting into your mouth. You open wide for him, tongue staying tucked underneath to give him that extra pleasure. His hips pick up, rutting into your mouth as he tries to go as far back as possible without hurting you.

He can't get all his length in there, but he doesn't care. He continues fucking your mouth with as much of his cock as he can fit.

"Christ." He moans

He pushes a little further, feeling the tip of his cock press against the back of your throat. Your eyes squeeze tighter, tears welling up in the corners as you try and take more of him. Only, you find that you can't–you can't help it when you gag around him, his swollen tip hitting the reflex there at the back of your wet cavern. But you keep trying, like the soldier you are. You keep fighting for the resolve.

The sound of you gagging seems to spur ghost on because he starts fucking you faster. His movements start to become erratic as he approaches his orgasm. His breathing is heavy and labored. The hand tangled in your wet hair tightens even more and holds you steady. You continue rubbing tight circles over your clit, little fingers pumping inside. Now that you've had him inside you, your own fingers do little to nothing to please you. But you soldier on, your own high approaching much quicker than you expected.

He knows what you're doing–he's holding himself back. He's waiting to hear your release before he lets himself go.

You moan against his cock when hot pleasure snaps through your lower body. Your legs shake, and you almost fall forward but Ghost's strong hand holds you up against his cock while he continues to fuck into you.

"Good girl. Good fucking girl."

He groans, punctuating each word with a particularly hard thrust into your mouth. His cock is starting to pulse, and his movements come to a screeching halt. His breathing is heavier now and he bends down, abdomen buckling as he shoots streams of his white hot cum down your throat. You take it all, throat opening to accommodate him.

He takes a few moments to gain his composure, standing up tall in front of you. His cock slips from your mouth and drops against his thigh. The air is filled with nothing but your combined heavy breathing and both try and ease down from your orgasms. You stay seated on the ground, and Ghost takes a few steps back. His back touches the wall and his legs give out, letting him slide down and take a seat on the floor across from you.

"Christ woman. Where have you been my entire life?" He asks, still slightly out of breath.

You feel a gentle smile across your lips. "I could ask the same of you, sir."

He chuckles, and you start to scoot forward. You blindly find your way between his legs. Little hands find his chest and you lean up to press a tender kiss to his lips. He lets one hand fall to your lower back to hold you against him. You continue kissing him for a few minutes, enjoying the aftershocks of your high. You sit there between his legs, feeling his warmth. When he removes his lips from yours, you let your head drop to lay in the nape of his strong neck. His head falls back against the tile.

"Water is getting cold." You mumble against his skin.

"And?" He snorts.

"Well, I'm already clean. You're the one who's gonna suffer." You say, letting the grin on your face make an indent in his skin.

He groans, turning his head to the side to let his lips touch your temple.

"Insufferable woman."

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #call of duty #simon riley x reader #smut #Egon

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ash-says · 1 month

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Saviour Complex Fever:

Let's address the saviour Complex today and no I am not talking here only in the romantic sense but also in platonic, familial,etc ways.

Ohh my traumatized girlies you better get your attention piqued up here cause this can be a call out or triggering post.

Speaking in my corporate babe language I am going to adopt both top to bottom and bottom to top approach to make sure you understand the problem. So without circumventing much I am going in for the goal.

1) Top to bottom Approach:

Starting with the OG," I can fix them" attitude.

Calm down babe, you can't. How about first fixing your sleep schedule for the starters?

We usually see this attitude being discussed a lot in the romantic hemisphere but I profoundly believe it plays a pivotal role in other bonds we have with people and tend to bleed into our romantic life so on and so forth.

Example: Take a child who is five years old and the parents are irresponsible. The child learns early on not only to look after itself but also acts as a therapist to his parents if one of them has zero sense of emotional boundaries and tends to trauma dump on the child. The child will look for ways in which he/she can make things easier and happier for the parent. In a way try to fix the parent and take on the role of being an adult.

How does it affect the bonds you create as an adult?

You become the mom friend.

The mama duck of the group who is always making sure everyone is taken care of properly.

You go above and beyond your comfort to help your friends out.

Take responsibility for your immediate surroundings.

Always trying to be the best and act like a saviour.

Last but not the least, people violate your boundaries time and time again but you forgive them and treat them like a child despite them being functioning adults.

So your homework is to assess your friendships, familial relationships, romantic relationships and check whether you are babysitting a adult?

If yes, are you getting paid for it enough?

No, drop the role.

2) Bottom to Top Approach:

Even the saviour dreams of being saved at times.

One of the potent reasons we tend to pick on the saviour role is because deep down we want to be saved. Salvation is what we desire.

Someone to lean on. A rock solid support. To lower our guards and be present without a worry.

Then we are faced with the harsh realities and realise it's not as simple as we think it is.

Therefore, whenever we see someone in need our instinct activates and we automatically start babysitting. We fill the void by embodying the persona that we deeply crave in our life.

It's the Chiron in us. We take on the role of the wounded healer.

That's where you need to remind yourself you don't need an external person or support to protect you. Many times we are sold this idea that we are fixed by someone else.

It's your job to fix your own house. Not your neighbours.

Your body, your mental health is where your spirit lives. Others can aid you but at the end of the day you won't be trusting your house to a total stranger. It's you who takes control and dictates the course of it.

So kill this idea that someone out there is going to walk into your life and then everything will be rainbows and roses.

Fine, if you believe life is a Disney movie you can go ahead and kiss a couple of frogs to find your prince charming. Your life, your rules.

But don't be surprised if you catch a disease or two while kissing the frogs .

After all, I always say:

There are no fucking saviours in real life. You are your own saviour, darling.

And if you do want to be a mother badly there are plenty of orphaned kids out there you can spend some time with them rather than those ungrateful, therapy inducing, namesake adults.

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luveline · 8 months

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maybe grumpy!r with zombie!au jonathon ? totally fine if this doesn’t work haha have a good day <3

tysm ♡

The river kisses the rubber toes of your shoes, rushing water loud over stone. If Jonathan knew you were sitting by the river defenceless he'd worry in his way, sweetness first and annoyance second.

But Jonathan won't know, you decide, tracing the silky blue water until it turns to froth.

It's not his fault, not Will's, not any of your group's fault that you resent your life with so much passion, and so you try to leave them alone when you know you'll lash out. Will says your sullen, Jon just says you're tired, but it's Hopper who hits the nail on the head, every time.

"You're a grump, kid. Old man in a young girl's body."

You're not sure about young —you feel like living to this age is impressive enough in the circumstances— but you agree to being thought grumpy. You're kind of awful, actually.

"How many times do I have to tell you?"

You jump at Jonathan's voice at your shoulder and almost smack your skulls together. "How many times do I have to tell you?" you ask, glaring at his easy smile. "Don't fucking sneak up on me."

"Don't sit by the river alone. Idiot. It's too loud, you'd never hear a geek coming up behind you and then I'd have to put you out of your misery, and how is that fair? I don't want to kill you. Will would never forgive me."

"That's your reason?"

"Sure is. I got you this."

A hand thrust in front of you, a flower twirled by the stem. You're not sure what kind it is or where he got it, but it's tall and strong, petals all shades of purple. You accept it with tender fingers. It feels foreign to see something as starkly beautiful as his clean flower between all the gore and grit of your life on foot.

"Thank you," you murmur.

"Anything for me?"

Jonathan looks at you head on. Christ, he's handsome. He doesn't seem to think so, but it's in his smile, and the way he talks, the easy roll of his shoulders now and his more timid moments, too. It's in his laugh, his eyes.

You huff in annoyance and kiss him.

"Don't be like that," he says against your lips, punctuating with two quick kisses.

"I'm not being like anything."

"Don't kiss me if you don't want to," he says, his fingers wrapped around your wrist. You love his touch, the firm, almost rough brunt of his thumb against your pulse and his forehead as it rests on your shoulder. "It's fine. I'll just die miserable."

"You're not funny," you say, staring at the top of his head.

"You're not, either, but I usually laugh." Jonathan stops his teasing, his voice shining with sincerity as his lips skip over your sleeve. "Are you okay? I was worried about you. I am worried about you."

You look down at your flower, a perfect little gift. It staves away the dirty feeling that lingers on your skin.

"Do you think I could press this? Keep it forever?" you ask.

Jonathan sits up, spinning away from you so you're staring in opposite directions, hip to hip. "Yeah, you can. You just need a little tissue paper. But if it doesn't work, I'll find you another one."

"What if it's winter?"

"I'll find you something else."

"I want something pretty as this," you warn.

"Then I'll find you a mirror." It's awful because he's not joking.

You take his hand and put it on your thigh to watch his cheeks turn pink. The river roars, the smell of roasted frogs and hare drifts along the breeze, and Jonathan Byers can't look at you. He's all talk.

"Thanks, Jon," you murmur, rubbing his knuckles.

He coughs. "You're welcome."

#jonathan byers #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers x you #jonathan byers x y/n #jonathan byers x fem!reader #jonathan byers imagine #jonathan byers fluff #jonathan byers fanfic #jonathan byers oneshot #jonathan byers scenario #jonathan byers drabble #jonathan byers fic #jonathan byers fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader

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florestmoon · 2 years

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Such a strange girl. (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Summary: Two of Hawkin’s branded Freaks form a friendship. Who can say they were surprised ? Eddie finds himself drawn to your personality and falls deeper as you make a place in his life.

Warnings: Reader is plus size/chubby because I said so. Mentions of a dead frog. lots of fluff to make up for my last fic ((: kinda all over the place lol

A/N: reader is inspired by Misty Day and Luna Lovegood because they are both INFPs in my heart, and those are my favorite type of people as I am one too. Also, let’s act like that dissection of frog lesson happens in high school instead of middle school ooook? Thank you and enjoy <3

Yes the title is inspired by The Perfect Girl by Mareux despite it not going with the aesthetic

“And you sure this is 15 grams?” The blonde pothead eyes Eddie suspiciously as he shook the baggy in between his fingers. Eddie’s innocent smile meeting that suspicion as he leaned himself against the wooden picnic table.

“Yeah, man. You can measure yourself if ya want.” He states simply, leaning his chin against his palm as he watched his customer continue to inspect the weed. He let out a grunt as his patience started to wear thin, “Are you going to pay me or not? You can always find some-”

“Fine.” A few 20 dollar bills were shoved into his hands. Eddie nodding at the pothead which he scoffed in return before walked away, leaving him alone in the woods that wrapped around Hawkins high.

“sucker.” Eddie snorts, pocketing the money for the weed he overcharged for. The pothead was an old customer who has screwed him over a few times, so he didn’t feel too bad for increasing his prices. He shuts the black metal lunchbox shut and jumps off the table.

He stretches out, pulling his arms above his head. The warmth of the sun kissing his skin in return when he looks up at the sky. He had half the mind to stay in his safe spot in the trees but figured Dustin would talk his ear off for missing lunch and his ideas for the next campaign.

That kid never gave him a break.it seemed although he was latched onto his side any change he got during school hours, finding him between class period or their breaks. He would go as far to ask for a few rides. Eddie didn't actually feel too annoyed at him. His amusement and pride at being looked up too by the new freshman made his days in Hawkins a little better.

Only a little bit.

Lunchbox rattling its items as he swings it beside him, Eddie makes his way through the woods. Taking slow steps to draw out the time before he has to walk in that crowded cafeteria.

Rustling off to the side catches his attention, tearing his tired gaze from a squirrel off the distance towards another secluded area that was rid of any trees. It was adorned with bushes and another picnic bench. There was a knitted bag discarded on top.

He made way towards the table, eying the bag before looking back at the bushes that were slightly shaking just moments before. He stares, not willing to get any closer because he’s seen enough horror movies to know that is the stupidest idea one could make and Eddie was not going to be the first kill in Hawkin’s encounter with a serial killer-

He had got distracted by his inner monologue when your figure suddenly pushing the leafs apart to step out had caught him by surprise.

“Jesus Christ!!” He yells as he trips backward, catching himself before he could fall on his ass. You stood up blinking owlishly at him before dusting off your long skirt. Picking off some sticks that had gotten stuck into the threads of the fabric, and leaves off the end of your hair. The actions so eerily calm and calculated as though you didn’t notice the panic expression on eddie’s face.

“Uh..” he struggles when you busied yourself with fixing your clothes. His voice catching your attention and your eyes finally gazing up at him again questionly. “. You nearly gave me a heart attack?”

“Oh I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to.” You tilt your head at him.

“No, its ..it's um, it’s fine ?” He cleared his throat and crossed his arms across his chest and mimicked the tilt of your head with his own. Squinting his eyes at you, quickly taking in your appearance.

Black knitted cami top with a white see through bell sleeve top that showed off your soft arms. A brown long skirt with different patterns hugged your wider hips and tummy, the material becoming flowy just below your thighs and would have been touching the floor were it not for your multi colored clog low heels.

He recognized you immediately. He seen you around school between classes in the hallway. Your lockers were across from each other and he often found himself admiring the mismatched colors of your outfits. While he liked his monochrome clothes that filled his closet, he could appreciate your choice. It was cute.

You sat in the back in science class, often humming to yourself as you stared off out the windows while the teacher droned on and on about whatever lesson was placed that day. You were always scolded for your daydreaming but you never seemed bothered. Always smiling sweetly at the teacher and urging him to continue.

Everyone knew you were different. The same way many branded Eddie and his friends as freaks because of their choice of music and hobbies that surrounded a fantasy game. You were the weird girl of Hawkins.

“I just wasn’t expecting you to pop out like that on me.” he finally speaks again to snap him out of his staring. “Are you okay? Did you fall in there?”

“Nope.” You pop your lips as you move past him with a disappointed sigh. “I was looking for mushrooms.”

“Oh cool…” he pauses, “mushrooms?”

“Mhm. But it seems there aren't any in this part of the woods.” You frown as you circle slowly to look around you, focusing on some roots of the trees a bit ahead. “Little guys are hiding from me.”

Eddie followed your movements with a turn of his eyes, dropping his hands from their crossed position to lean against the table. Knocking his one of his ring knuckles on the edge. “Aren’t you suppose to not be touching random mushrooms, I ate one when I was 8 years old and was sent to the hospital.”

“You must have eaten a death cap, or a podostroma!” You beam and looks towards him in curiosity. “There are a few poisonous ones, but there are many more that are safe. Even edible.”

You walk towards him taking him in. “Those that I named can kill you, so it’s a surprise you survived that.”

“Yeah well, my dad probably would have been happier of that outcome than the hospital bill.” He chuckles before nearly grimacing at the darkness of the joke. He had a habit of using dark humor to deal with his past trauma. It helped him get better at dealing with his emotions, along with joking at his bullies to make their teasing a little easier to handle. He forgot that you may not react in a way his other friends do to his jokes, but when he looked back at you, you were surveying him amusingly.

“Oh I understand. I had my fair share of hospital visits. One time I got a broken arm from falling off a tree.” You grab your knitted bag and pull it over your shoulders. “Daddy didn't believe when I told him a fairy chased me out of it’s home.”

Eddie couldn't stop the bark of laughter that erupted from the unusual statement. Not to make fun of you or doubt you, just a little on the latter, but because how sincere you sounded. Your eyebrows furrowed as though it was vivid memory that you knew was true.

“I’m on the fairy’s side,” he grins at you after a moment. “Not cool to trespass on someone’s pad man.”

You shrug, beginning to walk away from him and forcing Eddie to hastily grab his lunchbox and catch up to walk beside you. “That’s true. I apologized by putting honey in a jar by the tree when I came back. They like sweets.”

“Is that so?” You hum as an answer him and look ahead at the many students that were playing a game of soccer out on the field that connected with the entry to the woods.

“Interesting..” he mumbles to himself, allowing to believe the fantasies you seemed to be confident in. Who was he to say anything when his own favorite game was build on it? Before he could try to keep the conversation flowing, building the courage to even ask your name despite already knowing it, you gasped and ran ahead towards a tree that was at the end of the tree line.

You bend down to look at a few white mushrooms that sprouted from the tree, tucked between the large roots surrounded by dirt. You touched the top of them gently and whispered. “Hey little guys.”

You took out a small pocket knife and carefully cut the ends of a few. Standing back up, you turned towards Eddie who was watching you with curious eyes, and grabbed his wrist to turn his hand palms up.

“Oh-”

“Nature’s candy!” You smile as you drop the mushrooms in his hands. “These you can eat. No hospital visits.”

Eddie barely glances at the mushrooms, staring at you when you close his fingers over the mushrooms carefully and look up at him. “I promise these will taste better.”

“Oh o-okay,” he gulps and breaks the eye contact to look down at your fingers over his. “Thanks.”

You nod happily and pull away, much to his dismay. He missed the touch already. The bell ringing snaps your attention back to the school building and sigh dreamily. “We missed the pudding they gave out at lunch today. Oh well.”

With a shrug, you walk away and begin making your way across the field. Eddie follows close behind, playing with the mushroom in hand as he watches the back of your head.

Eddie was not in fact happy that someone asked to meet up in the woods again the next day during lunch. He was not happy at the idea of walking the same path to find the secluded area that he met you 24 hours prior. And he definitely was not happy to see you sitting with your legs criss crossed on top of the wooden table. Hands placed beside you and holding your body as you lean backwards, head tilted up towards the sky with your eyes closed.

Your hair spread flowing down your exposed shoulders and he was not staring by a tree like a creep. You tilt your head towards him, a few strands brushing off your shoulder. Eyes staying close as you regard him. “Hi Eddie.”

Shit.

He coughs onto his hand and ignores the flush that threatens to take over the back of his neck. “Shit, ha. Yeah, how’d you even know I was there?” He laughs nervously as he placed his hands in his jackets pockets and walks towards your relaxed figure. You were wearing a white sun dress with boots.

“I saw you walking towards where you always deal.” You say nonchalantly, “did you try the mushroom?”

“Yeah,” he gotten high and shoved the full thing in his mouth, gagging at the dryness and realize he was stupid enough to not even cook it or do something different with it. “It tasted amazing. 10/10, I think i’m going to become vegan and just eat whatever I can find in these woods.”

Your relaxed lips tug at the corner into an amused smile, “don't do that. It’ll get boring.” Eyes finally opening to look at Eddie who had sat himself on the bench below you. Hands grasp together as he looks up at you.

“You always spend your lunch here alone?” Eddie asks, leaning his cheek on his palm and tapping his fingers on his cheek. “I never really seen you eat in the cafeteria.”

You leaned forward and kicked your legs out, admiring your boots. “I like being out in the sun. We only get a few days of sun this week before fall comes around.” You brush a stick off the table with the tip of your boot. “So I want to get some of its energy before it’s gone.”

“Besides, there’s not many tables left for me to sit.”

Eddie hums along to what you say, listening to the smoothness of your voice as you talk. You spoke so delicately, as though you wanted to draw out what you were saying, not caring to rush. He wants to listen to you talk all day. “You should sit with us, with Hellfire.”

“Hellfire?” You question. “What’s that?”

Eddie stands up with purpose, allowing his smile that shows his dimples to spread across his face. He kicks his leg up as he spins in a half circle and faces you. “Only one of Hawkins best club to date, where we play the fantasy game that has so many parents holding their children in fear-” he makes show of holding his arm to his chest, “- that they’ll be corrupted next by its ugly claws.”

You giggle as he makes a face of horror before he leans forward and places both arms by your sides. Leveling his face with yours. “Played dnd before?”

You shake your head. He smiles at that, “well it’s pretty fun. At least I try to make it fun in my campaigns.” He pulls away, blushing slightly at the fact he may have invaded your space.

“I’ve heard about it before. It has dragons in it right?” You ask, voice peaking with curiosity. “And elves?”

Eddie nods, bringing his hair in front of his mouth as he smiles down at you. “Yeah, but that’s not even the best thing.” He whispers, your eyes widening comically as you nod for him to continue.

“It has fairies.” He basks in the gasp you let out as you jump off the table and clap your hands together.

“Can I be a fairy?” You wiggle in your place as you watch Eddie match your energy. He nods excitedly, “fuck yeah, I can make you the best fairy dnd will ever see.”

“Oh I never been this excited about something.” You bite your lip as you play with your hands. “This is even more exciting than that time I saw a small bald girl throw a van with her mind once.”

“Glad to hear…Wait, wha-”

“My dad says I might have imagined it. I tend to daydream a lot.” You ramble as you grab your bag and grab Eddie’s wrist to began tugging him along. “He says it may have to do with me being dropped as a baby, but I don’t think that’s what really happened..”

You ramble as your hands unknowingly slide down to intertwine with his, Eddie’s face completely flushing at your touch and trying his best to keep up with your wild story

—

After that, you sat with the Hellfire club, the rest of the group taking one look at you and deciding, yeah you definitely fit in with the freaks of Hawkins. Especially when you would go on your tangent of stories that for some reason, Dustin Mike and Lucas fully latch onto. Mumbling to each other that, yes that totally makes sense.

Eddie begin to sit with you during science class, ignoring the teacher’s protest of changing the seating chart and would let you play with his rings during class. Your soft whispers counting his rings at the start of his class, before you would focus on the different designs. He would agree with the random names you gave for each one, laughing when you tried them on yourself and they slipped off your fingers despite your efforts of trying to keep them in place.

You begun accompanying on his rides after school, or after a hellfire club campaign. Which you were slowly understanding more and more, your fairy character marking his notes in his dnd binder. You still had difficulty building their stats, always whining that if he could just draw it in cute clothes and not do the extra stuff. But you listened to him when he gave pointers on your character arch, even pitching the ideas.

“What if they had the power of resurgence ?” You asked one afternoon. Fingers braiding a section of his hair as he sat on the floor of your bedroom, back pressed against the edge of your bed.

“Power of resurgence huh?” He studied his notes. “I like the sound of that.”

You were bleeding into his life more and more.

His days in Hawkins had gotten better ever since you begin to flood every part of his mind. Your random quirks and habits occupying his mind on random parts of his day, his attention drifting whenever he did deals in the woods, eyes wandering between the trees searching for any mushrooms that could have sprouted.

Your favorite ice cream was mint. He was horrified upon discovering it when he watched you eat it from the small pint in your hands, as you happily took out a huge chunk out that barely was supported by the small spoon. He was also scared how you were able to bite instead of licking it like a normal person.

But he made sure to keep mint ice cream in his freezer from then on. Like how he kept the different plants you had grown in your garden that you gifted to him. His daily routine of making sure they got enough water was stressful, he never had that type of responsibility, but worth it when your eyes sparked in pride after noticing them decorate his room.

A few Fleetwood Mac’s records also taken place in his room, so when you would come over, he could watch you sway your body to the soft voice that was Stevie Nicks. Your knitted cardigan flowing around you as you spun happily to the beat. His heart beat skipped at the sight.

He swore you would be the cause of his death, with the way his heart was skipping beats around you constantly. Like the time you had impulsively ran out into the rain after a hellfire club campaign. Your screams of delight heard over the thunder off in the distance, tongue sticking out to taste the rain drops.

“Jesus Y/N! You're going to catch a cold!” He yells as he runs after you making sure you didn’t slip and fall. “Or be fucking cooked by lightening!” You shook your head, wet hair slapping your face when you look back at him. He wished he could have taken a picture, wondering if their new addition to their club, Will, could convince his brother to let him borrow his camera one of these days.

“Come on, you mad woman! Onward, to the van! Chop !chop !” He pretends to push you and you go relunctly, wrapping your arms around yourself as you jog towards the vehicle. Before he unlocks the door, he pulls open the side of the van and reaches in to grab his leather jacket. You wait as he slams it shut and quickly helps you inside passenger seat.

He wraps the jacket around your shoulder, clicks your seatbelt in place, looking you dead in the eyes as though scolding a child. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Make coco?” You quirp, eyes twinkling. “With extra marshmallows.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and slams the door shut, feigning annoyance but cant stop his lovesick expression as he rounds towards the driver side. Knowing that you’ll be getting your coco by the end of the night.

And you did. You sat on his couch in his trailer, warm cup of coco in your hands in a change of pajamas he gave you. You kept his jacket around you, even putting it on when you left that morning. He let you keep it.

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When Eddie had walked into the class that you both shared, ready to show you a brand new set of rings his uncle gifted him, he noticed your unusual demeanor.

Now you were an unusual person, a fact no one could deny. But you, with a serious expression and your body rigid was something Eddie has never seen before. The pencil in your hand was tapping rapidly against your notebook as you stared off into the distance.

“You good?” He asks as he pulls his seat out, barely noticing the the weird set up on the table you shared together. You didn’t respond. “Hey, talk to me.”

Scalpels were placed carefully side by side, near a huge lump that was covered by a napkin. Eddie glanced up at the chalkboard and exhaled at the letters that read back to him.

Dissection.

Oh.

“Alright , today we are going to learn the anatomy of a frog. Exciting right?” A few ew’s echoed across the classroom alongside some of the jocks snickering, “I set a frog on each table, alongside the tools that we will be using.”

Mr. Clark rounded his own desk, picking up his tools and showing the class as demonstration. “Now, you will work with your partner to carefully dissect the frog. And we will go slowly and point out each organ. Okay?”

Your hand shot up, shaking it when he glances at you. “Yes y/n?”

“I already did my research before hand.” You quickly state, your breath shaky. “On the organs. I also have a lot of knowledge on frogs so I was thinking maybe me and Eddie wouldn't have to-”

“You will be dissecting the frog with the rest of the class.”

“But Mr.Clark-”

“No buts.” He narrows his eyes at you, shaking his head dissaprovingly. “This is part of your grade and mandatory for todays lesson.”

“Come on man,” Eddie finally speaks up, trying his best to not glare daggers at the older man. Your hands were trembling and he couldn’t stand the way your face paled. “You can’t force use to do this.”

“Unless you both want to fail my class, then yes I can.” Mr. Clark replies curtly.

“It's not right.” You frown. “The frog doesn't deserve to be cut into like this.”

“It’s already dead dumbass.” Many giggles followed as one the girls in the front of the class spoke up.

You turn towards the voice and glare at her, the first time Eddie ever seen you mad. “Would you want someone to cut your body open when you’re dead?”

“I’m not some stupid frog.”

Eddie snorts. “Yet you look like one.”

The class errupts in Ohhhh’s at Eddie’s insult before quickly being shut down by Mr. Clark’s hand slapping down onto the table. You and Eddie both turn to see him walking to your table.

“Ms. L/N, I understand this will be difficult. But I cannot allow you to skip out in this because it will lead to others wanting to do the same.” He looks down at you. “So. No more interruptions.”

You nod shakily, looking down at your hands when he walks away and returns to instructing everyone to pull the napkin to reveal their frogs that laid spread out in front of them. Eddie reaches over to place his hand on top of yours when you try to pull the napkin.

“We don’t have to.”

“I don’t want you to fail Eddie.” You sniff and pull the napkin away. The dead frog was laid on his back. Eddie watched you sit back in your seat as your lips wobbled. “Can you..can you do it?”

You whisper it, looking at him with teary eyes and Eddie decides he would do anything to wipe that sadness from your face. He nods squeezing your hand before listening to the instructions carefully, trying not to notice your flinching when he cuts into it’s tiny body.

Eddie isn’t exactly screamish to these kind of things. He watched horror movies growing up and found his fair share of dead animals in the woods. His father had made him hunt a few times and although he felt horrible, he never thought much of the deers he killed. But seeing the way tears stained your notebook pages as you wrote down the information that was being told, the guilt weighed heavy in him at what he was doing.

Class went by fast. The bell rung to signal the end of it and you grabbed your bag and was ready to run out of there, only waiting for Eddie to grab his own belongings. He wrapped his arm around you as you both followed the other students out the classroom. When you were out of the classroom, you rubbed angrily at your cheeks.

You were about to speak but Eddie had pulled his arm away, pushing himself back inside the classroom before the last student shut the door. You waited confused outside for a few moments before Eddie came back outside, hands carrying a bundle of napkins.

Mr.clark’s voice was yelling out for him.

“Let’s go.” He grabs your wrist and pulls you along with him, not answering your bewildered questions as you both leave the hallways and march towards the woods.

“What are we doing?” You frown as he drops his bag and grabs yours to set beside him. He turns toward you and shakes his head to rid of the curls from his face.

“We’re giving him a badass burial.”

He opens his hands and unravels the napkins, showing you the body of the dead frog. Your hands reaching towards it before looking up at Eddie.

He marvels at your sad smile. “Okay.”

You both make use of the whole lunch period to dig up a hole to place Mr. Jelly, your choice of name, in. You had gathered a few mushrooms and flowers, along with sticks and rocks to create a makeshift headstone on top of the dirt. Eddie helped you surround it with the mushrooms, and spread the petals of flowers in the middle.

“I wish I had my fairy’s powers..” you whispered when you both were done and Eddie had finished a reciting a shitty prayer. “To be able to bring him back. So he can find his family and they can hop on a pond.” You wipe the dirt off your hands.

“I’m sure he’s happy in heaven, sweetheart.” Eddie reassures, taking a petal that got stuck in your hair. “Bet he’s eating all the flies his small stomach can handle. All fat and happy.”

The image must have popped in your head with the way you began to giggle and grab onto his arm. Your head leaning against him as it died down and you sighed. You turn slightly to place a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you Eddie.”

“Don’t mention it.” He stares down at the small stones, ignoring the feeling of his heart nearly beating out of his chest. The kiss burning into his cheek that was flaming bright red. “You should have seen his face when I snatched it before he could start collecting the bodies.” He furrowed his eyebrows and flared his nostrils.

“Eddie, what oh earth are you doing with that frog??” He mimics with the deepest voice he could, which had you bursting into laughter again.

He wants to hear it over and over again.

—

“Shit. Where the fuck is it?” Eddie grumbles. The van shook as he crawled around like a maniac, shoving different things out of the way as he looked under every trash that littered the back of the van. Your body swayed from the ruckus but you stayed focused on eating the raspberries that you placed on each of your fingers.

You were two down, the other eight fingers spread out in front of you.

“Nope. Not there. Really, not here? Wait, who the fuck put this here? I do not listen to that.” He tosses a random cassette behind him, nearly hitting you which he apologizes for before returning his search. “Hm. No..gross, that brat really left his Twinkie in my van!”

You suck another raspberry off a finger. “That’s mine.”

That time, he didn’t miss when he aimed the half eaten pastry at your head.

He finally fishes out what he was looking for with an ‘aha!’ from under the driver seat, returning to his spot next to you. The slide door was opened and you sat dangling your legs off the edge of the van. By the time he sat next to you, your left hand was free of any raspberries.

You held your right hand in front of him and whined. “Eddie I can’t eat anymore or i’ll turn into a raspberry."

“No one told you to try to eat the whole container you idiot,” he grabs your wrist and carefully bites each one off, not letting his teeth or lips touch your fingers, and lets his mouth be full of them. You wiggle your fingers happily before he pushes your hand away.

“I was able to eat that container of strawberries last time.”

“Yeah and you threw up all over my kitchen and cried that you could hear the cries of the strawberries in your stomach.” He chews through his words. Hands grab your swinging legs and pulls them over his lap, forcing for you to turn slightly and lean back on the side of the van door. He couldn’t lie and say he didn’t enjoy the way the your thighs felt on top of his.

He didn’t think about the way his hands would feel squeezing your thighs. Nope nope, never crossed his mind.

“Because they were.” You huff, hands folding over your stomach as you look off towards the lake that he parked his van in front of. He hums. Fingers rubbing your ankles which you accept happily.

“What were you looking for again?” You tilt your head towards him, catching the blush that spread across his cheeks as he uses his hand that wasn’t rubbing your ankles to hand you the two tickets

“You were mentioning the other day about Fleetwood Mac holding a concert a few towns over...”

He didn’t get to finish before your excited scream blasted his eardrums and you sat up, tearing your legs away from him and grabbed the tickets.

“Oh!” You gasped as you stared at them in awe. Blinking rapidly like it would magically disappear if you looked away for took long. “Oh, oh!! Oh wow? Eddie, how did you get these? Everyone said they were sold out”

“Have a few good links. Friends who gotten me and my band gigs and all that,” he explains, cherishing the fondness that you aimed towards him. Your soft wide eyes staring at him before you lunged forward, wrapping your arms his neck tightly.

“Oh thank you thank you! Eddie you’re the best,” you gasp and pull away to stare at the tickets again.

“It’s a 7 hour drive but I'm sure my girl can get us there.” He smacks the side of his van and leans back rubbing the side of his neck , “uh, unless you’ll rather go with someone else then that-”

“No!” You place the tickets down, tugging his sleeve and shaking your head. “I want to go with you.” Eddie sighs in relief.

“Good,” He licks his lips, “because I totally wouldn't have sabotaged their car if you picked someone else.”

You shake your head amused before crossing your legs and biting your lip. You shook your knees in excitement as you continued to read over the words on the tickets over and over game. Eddie admired you as the nerves begin to eat at the bottom of his stomach.

He had planned it for a while now. Saving up the money from his drug deals, along working part time at a mechanic Wayne referenced him to, so he could afford the tickets. Although he got a good deal from his friends, the tickets were still expensive. Heck they were more than the tickets he gotten to see his own favorite band.

But it was worth with the way you trembling with happiness. It would be even more worth it when he sees you dancing freely to the music that he admits had blended in with his own tapes, and whatever outfit you throw together.

It’ll be worth it when by the end of night, he finally asks you to be his girlfriend. He’s been trying to find the perfect moment to pop the question but every time he would be distracted by your personality or beauty, enjoying every waking moment you have together. By the end of the day, he had fallen even deeper in his feelings for you and the more he was afraid of confessing.

But he was going to do it at that concert, and he’s going to make sure it goes perfect, and-

“Eddie.”

“Yeah?” You brought him out of his unraveling thoughts.

“You’re my boyfriend now.”

Eddie chokes on his spit as you watch him with a calm expression. His hand hitting his chest. He turns his head to look at you with a twisted expression. “Excuse me??”

Shoulder rising in a shrug, you respond calmly. “I said-”

“No . No, no I know what you said,” He leans forward placing his elbows on his thighs as he rubs at his eyes. “I just..let me process it. Before I pass out.”

“What? I like you a lot-” Eddie swears he nearly coughs up a lung again. “And you do really nice things for me. And I feel happy with you and I would make you mushroom soup if you asked me,” you ramble watching him finally gain his composure. “And we had a burial for Mr. Jelly, so..I want you to be my boyfriend.”

“Shit, y/n.” Eddie exhales. Your confession catching him off guard, he wasn’t sure what to say until he saw that your confidence was beginning to waver. A frown threatening to form. “I had this whole thing planned to confess my feelings for you at the concert and you go and give me a heart attack !”

Again. Not the first time.

You blink. “Oh really? Well we can wait until then. I’ll act like I don’t know anything. I’m good at pretending-”

Eddie shuts you up by pulling you forward and smashing your lips together. The raspberry taste still lingering in both your lips as you kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist when he pulls you closer to him.

Okay, maybe this was better than what he had planned. This was worth it.

#Eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #stranger things imagine #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things 4 #eddie munson imagine #Eddie munson fic #yuh we die as simps

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rinsuniverse · 10 months

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this is probably so annoying but 😭 the hoshi fic was so adorable, could u do a minghao version please??

sick with minghao! ✧˖°.

when you guys request, it really makes my day, so don't apologize or think you're annoying me!

i really enjoy doing this for you, so go ahead and request as much as you want ♡✧˖°.

so imagining you're sick and you're trying to hide it from minghao bc you don't want him to worry

it's funny you think you're getting past the8 😭🫶

but you wake up late, realizing he's already out of bed and making you some breakfast and some tea

your head is KILLING you :( and your throat feels so itchy, your voice coming out hoarse when you tried calling for minghao

you think, "crap, how am i supposed to hide this?"

"oh, good morning, lovey," he coos, walking into your room with a tray of breakfast

you grab the tea, put a crap ton of honey in it, and chug it down to ease the pain in your throat

"babe, that was right off the kettle. don't burn yourself," he says, trying to take the tea away from you.

you clear your throat and thank god your throat feels better

"morning, hao," you smile at him

"don't 'morning' me when you just nearly chugged boiling water," he sasses you, making you smile cheekily at him

"i was just really thirsty," you say, reaching to pet his head. "thank you for this."

"i figured i should surprise you," he says. "you were shivering when i woke up this morning."

crap, does he know?

"it was just cold," you counter, making him nod slowly.

"you're so pretty," he smiles, leaning in to give you a big smooch on the lips. "eat up. i have to get ready."

he gets ready for work, and before he leaves, he walks over to you as you are getting ready, and he places his hand on your cheek

he caresses your cheek with his hand and tilts his head as he looks at you with heart eyes

"if you need anything, anything at all, call me and i'll be right over," he says before giving your forehead a kiss and then leaving

later in the day, the pain is so bad that you physically cannot do it at work

you're working so hard, but your boss noticed how terrible you seemed to feel (and looked), so he sent you home early

and now you're dragging your feet as you walk out of the office

suddenly your phone starts ringing and you startle, sniffling and trying to breathe normally before picking up

"oh- h-hey, minghao," you say, nervously chuckling

"i was thinking about you," he says. "but why do you sound off?"

you start coughing and rush to mute your mic, but it's too late

"y/n, i know you're coughing. no need to hide it," he says

you unmute and sheepishly say, "i'm sorry, i didn't want you to worry."

"i'm not worried about your coughing," he says, matter-of-factly.

"oh, okay," you say, awkwardly.

"see, both of us can lie," he says, sassily.

"hao, what the heck are you talking about? 😭😭😭" you say, confused

"i know you're sick, dummy," he says. "that's why i'm here to pick you up from work"

"minghao... WHAT?! you have work!"

"don't give me that, get in the car already," he says, honking the car horn, making you turn to see his car nearby

you get in the car and you both start scolding each other like

"i told you that you shouldn't overwork yourself and now you're sick!"

"you didn't have to call off work for me! i'm fine!"

"don't say you're fine when you sound like a croaking frog when you cough!"

"minghao, that's mean!"

"it's mean for you to lie to me and tell me you're okay! i really worried about you!"

and it went back and forth until you physically couldn't manage, and you hide your head in your hands

"baby, sorry, i didn't mean those things, i'm just upset. i just wish i could take away your pain and deal with being sick for you," he says

"don't worry, i'm just... my head hurts..."

when he gets home, he tells you to wait, and opens your door to help you out of the car

he sets you down in your bed and tells you to wait as he goes and gets some stuff

he comes back with a big bag of lots of stuff ranging from hand sanitizer, tylenol pm, allergy meds, tissues, and all of that stuff

"when did you get all of this?"

"i didn't go to work at all today. i got all of it after i left this morning"

"hao, you really didn't have to..."

"but i want to take care of you, and there's nothing you will say that'll stop me. so don't even bother trying to tell me not to do this stuff. you're my baby and my poor baby is sick :((("

"you're so extra"

"because i love you. i'll pick out some clothes and have you change into them as i get all your meds and everything"

and he takes care of you for the rest of the night, letting you lay down on your side so you're turned to look at him

he brushes his fingers through your hair and smiles at you

"get better soon, okay, honey?" he baby talks you, pinching your cheek,"so i can kiss you as much as i want again."

"mmm, okay"

"i love you so much, silly. don't try hiding this from me again."

thank you so much for the request! i hope you enjoyed the sassy, lovey minghao! feel free to request many, many more things that you want to see from me ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧

(p.s. requests are still open! ς(>‿<.))

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awritersstuff · 5 months

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Rude boys relationship headcanon

Smoky

- He is sooo cute ( just me simping over smoky) 😍

-He will be your home , your comfort place .

- He is a very calm so I feel like life will be so easy going with him.

- His favorite thing is cuddling just the two of you sharing each other's warmth.

- now just listen here the two laying on top of a random building in the nameless city cuddling just covered by a blanket and you guys are talking about your day , you are telling him about your day in office and he is telling you about some random shit yu did and then got scolded by Takashi or how one of the newcomers almost fell of while doing parkor .

- he gives off more like forehead kisses vibe then lips because lips kisses are just special to him .

- argument with him is very very rare because he just hates hurting you . Probably will Stay silent and wait for you to calm down so you can solve the problem.

- will call you something like angel or love .

Takeshi

- He is more on the serious and mature type .

- Will give you the best advice if you are dealing with hard time .

- Will love you with his life because come on you deserve it .

- but girl if you got yourself in trouble will probably give you a whole God dame lecture . In short will probably scold you very much .

- He kinda gives off Asian mother vibes because nagg you for everything like for not eating properly or sleeping too much .

- his love language is quality time .

- cheeks kisses because why not .

- Will probably just call you by your name .

- argument with him will probably be just you two nagging at each other and reminding of each others mistakes.

Lala

- she is probably somewhat like smoky .

- will probably bake for you like cookies or pastry.

- She love those you know nose bops things and will probably do it ( stop she is too cute 🤧)

- will be very upset with you if you came to her injury she might just cry .

- Her love language is somewhat caring about you too much ( idk )

- about arguments. First of all why would you argue with her she is just a baby . ( I will kill you if you argue with her 🙂)

- will call you honey that it just honey .

- I think relationship with him will be a lot fun .

- will beg you to color your hair red so both of you can match.

- will get in trouble with you and later both of you will get scolded by your leaders .

- I feel like he is kind of a prankster and will always prank you randomly like at one time you were just randomly chilling and he just and shouted "FROG " and you jumped off and started running and later he teased you very much . ( I am hella scared of frogs)

- his favorite are kisses don't matter were just kisses .

- if you argue he will act like a baby like he is sooo nice and never did anything wrong. In short he will just sulk.

- will call you the most random and most chessest name to ever exist like my pumpkin pie , my peach soda , my favorite shorty . ( that was too much 😆)

- He is CRAZY

- I think he will get you in trouble often like really often.

- will do the most random and troublesome shit.

- He will tease the shit out of you until you have enough and ignore him and then he will beg you too please " atleast look at me " .

- his love language is most definitely physical touch .

- anywhere he will see you he will hug you soo tight that you will have to say that you can't breathe. ( please he is so baby 🥺) .

-don't argue with just don't you will regret it when he starts crying that you don't love him anymore.

- will call you my favorite fighter ❤. ( idk I just said that 😐)

#high and low smoky x yn #high and low #high and low smoky #high and low x yn #high and low Takashi x yn #high and low p x yn #high and low lala x yn #high and low yu x yn #high and low rude x yn

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mangomakii · 2 years

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BOOKS AND SNEAKY KISSES - harry potter

i am in my harry potter phase i fear.

warnings: mentions of studying throughout. kissing no specific gender stated!

hermione granger ;

ah yes, the study queen herself. if you somehow manage to get her to study with you, there better be no ulterior motives because they will not work. hermione pushes you to the absolute max with spells, potions, and various bouts of magical history. you'll learn things you would have never thought to be a part of human understanding all while admiring her determined face. it wasn't as if you didn't want to study... you just got a little distracted by the beauty in front of you. "y/n, are you even listening? you do know that this paper is due by tomorrow night, right?" of course you know when the papers due. how could you not with snape breathing down your nose for you to turn it in. but, all you could think about was hermione — not some paper on troll snot and its health benefits. "can i kiss you?" you had blurted it out accidently. bundles of curls snapped towards you, slightly angry but slightly flustered. "you have work to do!" "please..." and who was hermione to deny the slight pout of her partners lips? "just one and then you're writing that paper, got it?" "yes ma'am."

harry potter ;

it's not studying per se... but you do get work done! (sometimes.) attempting to study with harry almost always leads to indulging in conversations about the world and what is in it. everything is up for grabs — from god to how frogs are able to jump. it is limitless in its discussion, but often meaningful. (until you get to sharing gossip about things you've seen while under a certain invisibility cloak.) when the two of you do decide to focus on school work, it is usually short lived. whatever paper you have due is neglected after a small snag is hit, and from there the conversations pick right back up. it's extremely common for you and harry to be the last ones in the library. both of you entranced by the ideas the other has. "i wonder why there are so many stars. do you think magic can make stars?" it's a strange question from you, but harry will answer nonetheless. "well, magic can make pretty much anything right?" "right." "do you think magic made us then?" now that was a big question. his glasses were off, and his eyes were closed as he lay next to you on the floor. you kissed him quickly on the cheek. "magic can make a lot of things. so why not us?"

ronald weasley ;

depending on his mood, ron is surprisingly studious. (aka when he has over twenty missing assignments.) he's had hermione on his back for years now so he knows how to catch up on an assignment or two. assuming you're the more studious one, ron will consistently ask you to revise his papers and worksheets. you often scold him for not being able to notice the more obvious flaws in his work — such as spelling mistakes. (there is no grammarly in the wizarding world.) but, you check his work nonetheless. on days when ron is not in the mood, studying often proves difficult. he'll distract you with prospects of sweets, sleep, and just relaxing. "we could go down and get those rolls... or we could just lay in bed..." it proves quite difficult to tune out ron's desires but you have to finish these writings before your professors bite your head off. "later. later." then, the quill is being plucked from your hands and placed lightly on the table. and pieces of ginger hair are flooding your vision as ron leans in close to you. "it's not like resting for ten minutes will kill you, right?" and ginger hair meets forehead as a kiss is planted on your lips.

george weasley ;

seeing as george and his twin would rather give puking patsy's to the first years as opposed to doing their work, it is unlikely that studying goes well with george. however, george is exceptionally considerate when it comes to your diligent studying. george will bring you whatever it is you need; from water all the way to the answers from a past worksheet that he tricked some poor fifth year out of. of course, george will be a kind boyfriend and sit with you as you study. he'll talk, and work on whatever latest contraption he and fred are creating. a comfortable silence falls onto the two of you as you both work on whatever needs to be done. you both can work well into the night with only exchanging a maximum of thirty words. but, past a certain point george can get a little restless. he's more than fine with the shared silence, but george also enjoys hearing your voice. he'll sacrifice getting scolded by you if it means he can hear you. "love, how long have you been studying exactly?" it takes a simple glance to the clock on the wall for your answer: "about five hours now." "and you're telling me your leg hasn't fallen asleep once this whole time?" it's such a strange question that you giggle a bit at it. (much to george's delight.) "we could go for a walk..." you spare george an upward glance and quirk of your eyebrow. "you've been studying for so long, love. get out and do something!" the previous look does not waiver as you attempt to communicate to george your stress without actively speaking. "fine. i will leave you alone." and he does. for five minutes. he's back and his arms are snaking around your waist ever so lightly. and his hands are meeting at your stomach and yanking you up. your legs are flailing and arms are hitting his lightly. and all you hear is his breathy chuckle as he walks you with him in his arms around the length of the library. and with each step, he presses a myriad of kisses into your creased forehead.

fred weasley ;

studying sure is fun, isn't it? combine multiple hours of sitting still with the efforts of a certain red-head trying to prevent you from doing just that and you'll be met with a recipe for disaster. the thing is, it's not like fred does it distinctly on purpose — he's just never been a studier, and that rubs off whenever he's around it. of course, george was the more "studious" between the two but it wasn't like he was the 'brightest wizard of his age.' So, Fred had always taken to annoying his brother in his academic endeavours and thus did the same to you. And for the amount of time you've know fred, you've grown used to his distractions. around exam times, fred grows particularly restless as he watches you toil away at countless scrolls and textbooks about various subjects. he'll do more and more extravagant things to try and get you to abandon your studies. for example, in your fourth year he got one of the second years to find the answers to one of your exams. it was a semi-sweet gesture that almost got him snubbed by snape had it not been for george and yours combined efforts. back to your current predicament, a certain ginger has taken it upon himself to plop his body right between you and your work. "fred, can you...move?" you were met with a simple head shake, and it took all of your willpower to not shove this man off your lap. and although this was one of fred's lighter distractions, it was a distraction nonetheless. "fred...." "darling, please. i've sat here for ages without speaking to you. i'm bored!" fred's naturally coy personality had given way to his own need for attention. but, he looked so cute like that... with his hair tossed around and eyes slightly wide. it was a small kiss. well, until fred grabbed you by the collar and made it a bit bigger. guess studying was gonna have to wait.

draco malfoy ;

now, studying with or around draco is noted for its silence. draco could sit for near hours without any speaking — especially if he's focused on his work. you can try your best at vying for his attention, but will most likely be met with a stone cold wall of a boyfriend. but his resolve is almost applause worthy as he sits for hours on end pouring over potions homework. (because he's worried that the professor will fail him if he's not up to par.) in all the attempts you've made, draco rarely ever breaks or even bends. for example, in the third year you had decided you needed draco's attention while he was studying for a herbology test and elected to charm his textbooks into plants themselves. (with each turn, a new plant would sprout up on the pages.) to any normal person, this would be enough to at least set the book down; but not malfoy! he merely pawed through the pages while ripping out the plants. (and muttering a few curses at you under his breath at you.) so, every attempt you make is more grand than the last. you're more than sure that draco's grown more than tired of your antics, but you don't really care. this time, you would make sure his potions work would be put aside — even if for a moment. "draco. draco. draco." "i'm not some ghost that can be summoned if you say my name three times fast, hun." not a single one of his limbs or bones moved to remove his attention from his potions textbook. you leaned across your shared table and began to play with his hand not lying on the textbook. if there was one thing about draco that he didn't want anyone to know; it was his hand sensitivity. while you thought it was cute, draco wanted to bash your head in whenever you took advantage of it. dragging your fingers from the beginning of his wrist down the last knuckle of his pointer finger, you felt him jump a little. each trace of your finger dragged draco farther and farther from his textbook and closer towards the slight touch of your hands. "draco..." this time, his head snapped up to look at you. you couldn't help but laugh at his lack of resolve from simple touch. you stood quickly, pushing your chair out from under you with great exaggeration. a swift kiss was placed onto dracos lips as you left him and his studies. "god damn it." and just like that, draco had abandoned his studies.

ginny weasley ;

books and books and more books were piled around the shared library table between you and ginny. it had become a sort of game between you two to see who could distract the other the most. from paper balls to charms cast across the wooden table — there was no limit to the amount of tactics deployed by the two of you. the two of yours transfiguration textbooks lay between various piles of snacks, paper, quills, and a stark variety of weasley products. ginny's main tactics in distracting you manifest in the form of frustrating you. usually, she would make herself well into your personal space and tease you to the maximum. it would start off small. with sitting close to you and reaching over you to "get something" or with the classic "there's something on your cheek." and you would play along with her little stunts—feigning misunderstanding just to make her feel like she was winning. (there's no way to tell who actually is.) it's a simple, yet dangerous game. the regular completion rate for when the two of you work together is around 5%. (essentially three sentences.) with each sleight of hand or look in the eye, the two of you drift farther and farther from the responsibilities you had both agreed to. this time, ginny elected to "tutoring" you as a means of distraction. "and what's the answer to this one, dove?" with two delicate fingers holding up your chin, distracting you from the problem, and green eyes staring straight into your soul— ginny had won. "oh? you don't know the answer? we just studied this one..." she'll give you the most "sympathetic" pout as she toys with you. and as you look up at her with the most determined yet defeated look, she'll press her lips against yours as her winning prize. she's always been the type to win, hasn't she?

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bluegalaxygirl · 6 months

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There not fish men (Zosan X reader) P4

Plot: During a freak storm the sunny gets battered sending Nami, Robin, Reader and Chopper over the edge and into the water. Deep sea creatures save them but the rest of the straw hats think their crew mates are going taken.

The creature is based off Lovecraft stories and thank you to @being-worthy for the suggestion <3. Im also going to be adding Jinbe in but im sorry if i get him wrong. Sanji X Zoro X Reader, poly relationship, established relationship, Reader is GN. Reader is the photographer of the crew always carrying around a camera they made (Polaroid) that doesn't include a snail. (Yes the same camera form the Werewolf series)

Warning: Violence, Gross stuff, Drowning and Making out

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 5 - Bonus

It took a while to calm Sanji down and hold him back form killing any of the Frog men. Zoro and Jinbe had to hold the man back while you tried talking to him. In the end Nami hit him in the back of the head and told him to shut up as you and Robin apologized for his out burst. With all of you in the sub and the Frog people and Jinbe leading the way you all made your way out of the city and into the open ocean. Franky was driving while Robin sat in the passenger seat with Chopper on her lap while Luffy leaned on Franky's chair looking over the Cyborgs shoulder to see the wonders of the sea floor, Nami leaned on the back of Robin's chair mainly watching her excited captain. Sanji had his arms crossed while looking out the port window leaning against the wall still mad about a frog person kissing you while Zoro had an arm around the cook's waist standing behind him. "You still mad?" you whisper your hand going to his shoulder as you stand beside him "No" his snaps a little, he didn't mean to point his anger at you but he still couldn't get the thought of someone other than him and Zoro kissing you. "Your tone says otherwise" Zoro comments making Sanji turn around to face the man "how are you not angry?" he whispers not wanting the whole sub to hear their argument. "I am, but they saved Y/n's life, would you rather they drown?" The swordsman snarls the cook grabbing the mans Kimono pulling him closer "Of course not but... they-they" Gritting his teeth he stops himself from saying something he shouldn't, it was rear for him to do so but the sub is small and everyone would be able to hear him.

Letting Zoro go the cook turns his head back to the port hole, wrapping your arms around his side you held him making the man look down at you "I know your upset but please... What happened wasn't anything... it didn't mean anything" you sigh looking up at him. Deep down you feel guilty like you were the one that did something wrong and the way he was acting made you feel worse. Zoro runs a hand through your hair stepping closer as Sanji's eyes widen realizing what his actions have caused "My love.. You didn't cheat" he whispers pulling you closer as you try and stop tears form falling, placing a hand over your mouth to stop any noise form escaping. Luckily Luffy was loud enough to drown out any noise you three made but you were still conscious of your voice. "Sanji" Zoro gets the cook's attention, the swordsman placing his forehead against Sanji's "Your acting like they did" he whispers the cook's heart breaking at those words, you shouldn't feel guilty, you did nothing wrong, he was mad at the Frog guy and no one else "Im sorry my love, i didn't realize. I know you would never its just.... I felt like they violated you and i wanted to protect you. i'm sorry my love" Looking up at the cook with tears in your eyes you lean up and kiss his jawline "Just please stop being mad" you whisper feeling Zoro's hands go over your waist and behind Sanji keeping you in between them. Sanji nods before looking up at Zoro while give the cook a small smile.

The large hole in the sea floor was deep but full of light, the bottom was filled with glowing coral, a large figure moved around the bottom, its body blocking light as it moved but it was so far down none of you could make out much other than it had two arms and two legs. Nami and Chopper stayed on the sub while the rest of you headed out with the flutter kick coating on swimming over to the edge and looking down along with the frog people and Jinbe. "Is everyone ready?" Luffy smiles waiting for everyone to nod before jumping off the edge along with Jinbe. Zoro give you and Sanji a nod before following his captain. Franky and the Frog people started using metal to close over the hole, the noise and vibration getting the creature's attention but luckily Luffy, Jinbe and Zoro managed to keep it away. You watched as Jinbe seemed to get distracted almost getting hit, he was yelling something at Luffy and Zoro who nod at him before the fish man swims up to all of you. The hole was only covered a little so it wasn't time for you and Sanji to head down yet. "We have a problem it's a Dagon" Jinbe swam up looking you all over, the name hit you and Robin hard, Its one of the most dangerous beings in the universe and is known as one of the great old ones of the sea. "What's a Dagon?" Sanji raises an eyebrow before looking over and seeing yours and Robins faces, shock and slight fear "Its bad... but it doesn't change of plan." Robin nods turning to you and Sanji as Jinbe swims back down to help. "Once your done you come back up and tell them to get out of there" Both of you nod at her words before swimming down taking some bags with you as a few Frog people follow. Your job was to place small bombs on the floor, once set and clear they'll go off hopefully killing or permanently trapping the creature. Swimming down the long dim hole the creatures green scaly webbed back facing you, its large webbed hand swiping through the water at Zoro, Jinbe and Luffy.

Making it to the bottom the different shaped and sized coral shines a blue light making it easy to see the rocky bottom. The other frogs stay in the area placing bombs down on the floor while you and Sanji head off to the other side. Both of you having to sneak past the creature to do so, its feet stomping the ground as it tried to fight the three men above you. Your crew did a good job at keeping it looking up as not to notice all of you on the ground but it was still hard, the ground shaking as it roared or slammed against the surrounding walls. Sanji kept you close putting down mines as you both went under the creature and out the other side. It was more dangerous now with the creature facing the area you were in. Both of you had to split up at this point to cover more ground, neither of you liked it but the quicker you got this done the better.

With Luffy's up close punches, Zoro's swords slicing at its tough skin and Jinbe's fish man Karate the Dagon was getting more and more angry resorting to digging its hand into the wall and using the mass of rock it takes out to throw at the three, Zoro cuts through them with ease as the creature desperately tries to get a hit on them. It throws a few more rocks the other hitting it to break them but as Luffy goes to hit a rock the Dagon gets a hit in slamming the Captain into the wall. Zoro watches going for his Captain to help only to see the rock heading your way "Y/N" His voice yells out getting your attention just in time managing to dodge out of the way as the rock slams into the ground, the sock sending you rolling across the floor your bubble getting snagged on a piece of coral and bursting. The creatures eyes turn to you as its hand raises and comes down at you. Two swords and a foot come down on the hand as it gets closer, the force of Zoro's and Sanji's attack making its hand get stuck in the ground. It roars in anger as the boys jump back to your side "You ok?" Zoro pants as Sanji helps you up his hands going through the bubble and into the water to hold your hands, you nod unable to speak underwater but at least you can breathe. "Were almost done, just keep that thing off our backs" Sanji calls to Zoro who nods with a slight huff before running up the things arm to attack it.

Grabbing the bag you dropped both you and Sanji get back to work soon finishing and giving the signal as you all make your way back up only Jinbe, Luffy and Zoro staying behind to distract it. The hole above you is almost covered just a small gap for you all and the Frog people to get through on either side. Swimming through you hand the bag off to a Frog man waiting to collect them as Robin yells down "Were ready get back up here" Her words reaching them, Luffy give the creature one last punch making it step back and crash against the side of the wall before swimming up with Jinbe and Zoro in toe. You smile looking down at them as Franky clicks the button starting the timer. Luffy and Jinbe make it through but Zoro's leg gets grabbed by the creature, it throwing him across and into the wall where his bubble breaks. "Zoro" Luffy and Sanji yell as Zoro pushes off the wall. With the timer counting down Robin holds Sanji back while Jinbe holds Luffy back but no one manages to grab you in time. Pushing off the ledge you swim down, the things hand coming at you but you dodge and use it as another push off to swim faster grabbing Zoro and pulling him into a deep hole the creature made just before the bombs go off. The creature screams as water, rocks and rubble shoot up through the small gap in the hole. Luffy and Sanji go quiet as the dust starts to settle.

The hole was deep enough to avoid most of the shock but just after you pulled him inside he had forced himself in front of you to shield you from the blast, his back getting hurt in the process but you had other things to worry about. Zoro could hold his breath very well, but he did get the wind knocked out of him by the Dagon. Pulling away form him you notice his cheeks puffed out and his eye squinting trying to hold his breath. Thinking quickly you place your lips on his, the swordsman's eye widening trying to push you off but you cling to him, breathing through your nose and out your mouth into his, giving him at least some air. He stops pushing once he realizes what your doing, pulling you closer by your hips as he opens his mouth to you trying to breath in the air your giving him. Opening your eyes and wrapping your arms around his neck you keep him pressed to you, his tongue meets with yours as a way of saying thank you. Looking behind Zoro you see a figure getting closer and see it's a Frog person closely followed by Sanji. "Your alive" Sanji yells swimming over to you two, confused for a moment seeing you two kissing but hugging you both anyway. As he pulls away to ask the Frog person croaks and lets it tongue fall out of its mouth and pointing to it. Your glare could kill as you look at it making it back up a little. Zoro moves you a little, so he can see what's going on his eye widening at the thing and grip tightening on you. "Bastard put that away" the cook yells pointing at the frog, it seeming to understand and put its tongue back. "Lets get back to the sub. Think you can hold your breath?" Sanji sighs turning to Zoro who takes one last breath form you before pulling away and starting to swim off you and Sanji following as the Frog person leads.

Zoro made it back to the sub getting in and gasping for air as you and Sanji follow. "Zoro" Luffy yells running up to the swordsman and hugging the man to the ground. Sanji gets out of the bubble and offers you a towel which you gladly take trying to dry your arms and legs. The sheet and Sanji's jacket now soaking wet, clinging to your body for deal life but it doesn't bother you any more now that its all over and you'll soon be in your own clothes. "Can you get off me now Luffy" Zoro laughs watching his Captain finally jump and off him "Sorry" Luffy laughs rubbing the back of his head. "Im glad your all safe" Chopper runs looking over all of you, Robin and Jinbe were still outside talking to the frog people but the rest of you were safe in the sub. Zoro stands up and brushes water off his cloths as Chopper walks over to look the man over soon seeing the cuts on his back "Zoro. I'll need to clean them" The reindeer takes his hand walks him to one of the seats in the sub getting out his med hit and starting to fix the man up.

"It was stupid to do that you know" Sanji walks up to you unable to hid his small smile "You were going to do the same if Robin didn't grab you" you smile back crossing your arms over your chest as the cook leans in placing his lips on yours, you happily lean in Sanji licking your lower lip. Wrapping your arms around his waist you step closer opening your mouth for him, you feel him relax into you his arms holding you close, you pull away with a big smile before leaning up to his ear "Yours and Zoro's tongues are the only ones i want" Hearing him laugh a little you pull away letting him place his forehead against yours "Good" The cook places one last kiss on your lips before taking your hand and walking over to Zoro who's leaning forward while Chopper uses cotton to clean up the thin scratches. He looks up seeing you too and holds his hand out for you which you gladly take. The swords man pulls your hand to his lips placing a kiss on your knuckles "Thanks babe" he whispers against them a small smile forming on his face.

Robin and Jinbe finally made their way back into the sub Luffy practically jumping to know what the Frog people said and Nami desperate to know what their getting for helping. As Jinbe dried off and Robin got out of the bubble Chopper finish his job and puts his stuff way, the cuts just needed cleaning and no bandages, so he was good to go. Robin walks in being bombarded with questions as Jinbe laughs at Luffy's eagerness "We'll they said they'll bring some stuff to our ship as a thank you but for now they said to take these" Robin holds out a box opening it to show severs small bottles of brown liquid "Ew.. what is that?" Nami asks picking one up and looking it over "Its to dissolve the stuff in our throats" Robin answers taking a bottle and handing it to Chopper. You take one too opening it and sniffing it. it has no smell but you were still unsure "Where does it come from?" you ask not really wanting to drink it. "They made it in a lab, its made form a type of sea weed and coral" Feeling a little better about it the three of you down the bottle, it didn't teats of anything but you feel a slight fizz in your throat. Robin downs one as well before setting the box aside "Can we go back to the ship now... i need a both and clean clothes" Nami sighs you agreeing as Luffy runs to the front jumping into the passenger seat "Lets get back and party... Sanji i'm sure their going to bring us something tasty" The Captain practically drools making the rest of you laugh or snicker at him.

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blackberrysummerblog · 11 months

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Thanks for the tags @hushed-chorus @j-nipper-95 @martsonmars @forabeatofadrum and @confused-bi-queer!

I am having such an insane-ass busy day, but I’ve finally ducked out for a 30 minute lunch here at *checks watch* 2:30 p.m. 😩 and can finally post something from my never ending AU.

Tension!

“The Mage isn’t the villain here. It’s y—” I barely break off in time, but I can see from his face that I wasn’t quick enough. Baz isn’t like me; he doesn’t miss a trick.

“It’s whom, Snow?” he drawls, arms crossed over his chest. His eyes are narrowed, and as angry as I know he is with me right now, Christ, no one should be allowed to look so good. “Me?”

“No.” I slump back against the wall, feeling hopeless. “I was going to say your family.—Not just yours!” I add as his eyes flash dangerously. “All the Old Families.”

“I’m a part of my family, Snow, in case there’s some confusion.” Baz crowds close and cages me in between his arms, leaning down to glower at me. “If you intend to wipe out the Families, then plan on taking me with them.”

“Well, if you intend to kill the Mage, you can plan on killing me too!” I put my hands on Baz’s chest, and in spite of a messy, nearly overwhelming desire to pull him down into a kiss, I give him a push. Baz doesn’t move, but the second time I shove him he does. He exhales heavily through his nose and turns to the side, sweeping his arm out as if he’s inviting me to be his guest.

“Go, Snow. Go now, wherever it is you want to go.”

“I want to go to bed!” I shout, pulling at my hair. It’s all I’d wanted to do before we even started this stupid fight. (It’s not stupid. Whether or not we’re going to kill each other has to rank near the top of the list for marital compatibility.)(We seem to be in agreement that we have to, though, so...high marks, then?)

“I’m not stopping you,” Baz sneers, waving his arm again, slightly more insistently this time.

I push past him toward the bedroom door. This is insane, to fight like this—about this—and then to sleep beside each other.

Baz must think so as well, because he’s headed toward the stairs. “Where are you going?” I call out, but he only flaps his hand dismissively. This is a disaster. My entire life is a disaster.

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hotchaways · 2 years

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❛ nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time! ❜

With Spencer Reid fluff

Working at the BAU did not entail work that only revolved around catching and profiling unsubs on the loose. There were days like this that would revolve around dreadful and…mundane paperwork that you did not enjoy as much as the one mentioned beforehand.

“Emily,” You peeked over at her desk to see her scribbling away on her paperwork, “Whatcha doing?”

Emily looked up at you with raised eyebrows, “I’m dissecting a frog, (Y/N).”

“I can see that, very interesting,” You deadpanned but grinned at her anyway, “I’m bored. Are you bored?”

“My name is Emily, but I am currently suffering through piles of paperwork as seen on my desk,” She groaned as she rubbed a hand across her face, “I don’t know how you’re finished.”

You shrugged as you rolled your chair over to her, “Working some late nights isn’t so bad, it’s the Hotch effect. You suffer, but you finish it anyway, which leads to boredom when it’s paperwork day.”

“Hotch effect? Don’t think so, (Y/L/N),” Derek grinned as he made his way to the two of you, “Maybe it’s called the Reid effect. Pretty boy inspiring you to work so hard, I hear cupid celebrating far off in the distance!”

“Very funny, Derek,” You sarcastically laughed, “Have you ever heard of the word unrequited?”

“Very funny, (Y/N),” He mocked you, “Have you ever heard of two oblivious idiots in love and pining for each other?”

“No, we are not,” You rolled your eyes and looked at Emily, “Back me up on this, Em.”

Emily clicked her tongue and shrugged, “I mean…Morgan has a point.”

“Not to be rude from barging in the conversation, but,” JJ rolled her seat over to the group, as well, “Morgan does have a point, I don’t get how the two of you don’t see it.”

“They’re dense, JJ,” Emily laughed as she dodged the shove you were about to give her, “Seriously! Bring your boredom over to him, he’ll give in to you like he always does!”

Derek nodded as he nodded his head towards Spencer, who was just coming out of Aaron’s office, “Give it a shot, nothing could possibly go wrong, you know?”

You stood up and groaned, “I’m beginning to think you guys hate me.”

“Don’t come back until the ship has sailed,” Emily laughed as she high fived Derek.

You stuck your tongue out at the two of them before making your way over to Spencer, who was peacefully reading another book he brought to work today.

“Hey, Spencer,” You whispered as you peered over from his shoulder, “Whatcha doing?”

Spencer turned his head to smile at you, which definitely took you by surprise from how close your faces were, “Killing time by reading a book. What’s up?”

“I’m bored,” You said as you sat on his desk, “Are you bored?”

“No, not really,” He shook his head as he set his book down, “Do you wanna do anything? Play poker?”

You chewed on your lip as you thought for a while before grinning at him, “I have an idea!”

“Go on, what is it?”

“Let me braid your hair,” You smiled at him, “It’s just so much nicer than mine and it looks so braid-able! Not a word, I know.”

Spencer looked at you before shaking his head, “Yeah, that’s not going to happen, (Y/N). It looks so uncomfortable.”

“Please, Spencer,” You clasped your hands together and pouted, “Help a girl out with her boredom.”

“Nope,” Spencer said as he pinched your nose, “Your puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work on me this time!”

“I’ll give you a kiss,” You said as you laughed at Spencer’s shocked face, “I’m kidding, not doing that without your consent.”

“I would’ve agreed, though,” He shrugged as he stood up and patted your head, “Think of something else to do that is appropriate for the workplace and propose it to me.”

Before Spencer could walk any further, he turned around and gave you a small smile, “Morgan isn’t wrong, though.”

“What do you mean by that?” You said as your eyebrows were furrowed in confusion and trailed behind him, “Spencer! Don’t leave me hanging!”

Emily laughed at the scene before her, you following Spencer like a lost puppy, “Derek, you have to knock some more sense into (Y/N) when she comes back.”

“I’m telling you, she should’ve gone for that kiss.”

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cascader · 2 years

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jily | rated g | 1.8k

for the @jilytoberfest day 10 prompt: "Quick, kiss me — my ex is looking!"

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“There’s something on my lips, and I need you to help get it off… with your lips.”

Lily laughs. “That’s ridiculous.”

“Alright, rude. How about… I’m a frog and your kiss will turn me into a princess?”

“I’m not a frog.”

“Your kiss will make me even prettier a princess than I already am?”

“That’s moot, Mary,” Dorcas sighs, opening her bed curtains and slamming her Charms book — and pretenses of studying — shut. “He already looks at her like she’s the most gorgeous living thing to ever walk the planet, which circles us back to my original suggestion of just march up to him and kiss him, Lily. You don't need any lines.”

Lily gapes. “He does not look at me like that.”

“He does look at you like that,” Mary confirms. “Has for ages. Makes a girl wonder what his face even looks like when he’s not staring at you gobsmacked.”

“Now that’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve said today,” Lily protests. She watches her reflection in the mirror — wand in hand, eye makeup done on only the right side of her face. “I’m not — he doesn’t. Trust me.”

“Lily…”

“No!” exclaims Lily, borderline frantic. She moves out of the bathroom doorway and turns around to face them properly now. They need to understand, because the hope they’re giving her is dangerous at best. Devastating at worst. “Don’t you think I know what he feels about me better than you do?”

To her credit, Mary isn’t swayed by Lily’s Head Girl voice. She sits fully up in bed, eyebrow cocked. “No, I don’t. You’ve — love, you have to admit you’ve never been that rational when it comes to him. Even in fifth, when you were always fighting, or… first, when you were always fighting, or last year, before you…”

Mary gestures helplessly.

“Before I started to fancy him, you mean,” Lily finishes hoarsely. She slumps against Mary’s bedpost and stares out the dormitory window. The sun is setting. “I fancy him so much. God, that’s the first time I’ve said it out loud, isn’t it?”

“It is,” Dorcas smiles. “We’ve come a long way from ‘I maybe don’t hate him’ and ‘I suppose his hair is… rather alright,’ haven’t we, Mare?”

Mary giggles. “That was a tough phase to keep a straight face through. Oh, I know! How about, ‘quick, kiss me — my ex is looking!’”

“No!” says Lily, and it’s abrupt enough that Mary startles. “I’m — I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m not looking for help on ways to tell him because I’m not planning on telling him.”

Mary gapes.

“And why in the ever-loving Merlin not?” Dorcas demands.

“Because that’s not —” Lily struggles to articulate the feeling that’s settled in her gut the past few weeks — past few months, who’s she trying to convince anymore? — and that rises up, up, up to choke her into silence every time she looks at him too fondly. “It’s not fair to him. He — he liked me. I know he did. I’m not that oblivious. And I’m glad nothing happened back in fifth year, I really am, but last year… I missed my chance. And it’s not fair to him to make things so awkward now.”

“Lily—”

“Are you—”

Dorcas and Mary hesitate, waiting for the other to finish.

Dorcas snorts and continues: “You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re not too late. You’ll never be too late for that boy, Lily. We’re not saying he used to look at you like you invented love and Quidditch and all things good in the world. We’re saying he looks at you like that now. Still. Always. At breakfast this morning, when you won that brewing contest last month, when you tripped coming down the girls’ stairs last week. All the time. They should study him, honestly.”

Lily scoffs, but she feels that feeling again, rising in her throat, sparkling and happy and in need of being squashed before it kills her. “You’re seeing what you want to see,” Lily says softly. “You’re not the one who — it’s not like I’m subtle. I’ve never been, even when the thing I was not subtle about was thinking he was a prize idiot. When we’re alone, he doesn’t look at me like anything. Just polite, cordial, doesn’t ask too many questions, doesn’t linger after meetings… nothing.”

They look skeptical.

Lily sighs. “Asking him about Hogsmeade plans, listening too intently when the boys talk about girls — I can’t help it. And he’s just… perfectly friendly in return. A little distant, even, compared to last year. He’s switched our rounds around, keeps asking for rain checks when I ask to hang out alone. It’s normal behavior, but normal isn’t the way you are with someone you…”

“Fancy,” Mary finishes.

“Exactly,” sighs Lily again. “It’s what I would do if… Benjy Fenwick was trying to make plans with me, even platonic ones. I’d do it if I had time, but I wouldn’t make time. I wouldn’t be trying.”

For the first time, Lily’s mates hesitate, and honestly, it kills her a little.

They’ve both been convinced of James’s undying love since third year, and as much as she likes to protest, the way they see things feels like the last chance she’s got for her and James to work. So if even they have some hesitations, if his behavior really is as damning of a lack of feelings as she’s been suspecting…

“I’m still certain…”

“Mary.”

“Fine. Fine. Maybe I’m not certain. But he — what he felt for you can’t just go away that quickly, that cleanly.”

Lily’s heart sinks. Felt, past tense, already. And all it took was them learning about things she already knew.

She settles gently onto Mary’s bed and closes her eyes, willing tears away as Mary rests her head on Lily’s shoulder. She can’t cry about this. He did nothing wrong. He doesn’t owe her attention. He doesn’t owe her anything.

“I still wouldn’t be too sure he’s not interested, Lily,” Mary says hesitantly. “People are pretty good at hiding what they’re actually feeling.”

“I don’t think James Potter is one of those people, Mare.”

“Still. Maybe he thinks you’re not interested and is trying to respect that.”

“Can... can we just please drop it? I don’t… I just don’t want to think about it,” says Lily.

She exhales a shuddering breath as Mary starts to pet at her hair.

Every crush she’s ever had has passed. She knows this. She remembers her seemingly undying, world-spinning crush on Caradoc Dearborn in second and third years. She doesn’t think twice about him now. She knows this. This feeling will pass. There’s no reason for James Potter to be different from any other boy she’s liked and moved on from.

He’s not special.

(She’s a liar.)

The trance is broken when the door to their dormitory slams open. In the doorway is their fourth roommate, Izzy, breathless and smiling. She looks radiant — skin flushed prettily, dark hair messy and windswept but in that artful way Lily’s always wished for.

“Guess what just happened,” she says breathlessly, and then, not pausing for a moment: “I have a date!”

“Oh?” asks Dorcas, emerging fully from her bed. Izzy has notoriously never been interested in anyone at Hogwarts, despite much of the male population’s interest in her. “Tell us more.”

Izzy settles onto the floor between Mary and Dorcas’s beds. Dizzy, Lily presses her palms against her cheeks and leans more heavily into Mary’s side, hoping nothing of their previous conversation shows.

“I’ve liked him for a while, actually. Since last term,” Izzy says, suddenly shy. She picks at a loose string on the rug underneath her. “But I… you know, I don’t have much dating experience. And I wasn’t sure he’d be interested at all.”

“Bullshit,” Mary says, though not unkindly. “Never met a bloke not interested in you.”

“That’s an exaggeration,” Izzy says matter-of-factly. “Anyway, we’ve been spending a little more time together this term. Not even on purpose at first, just coincidence… and then, later, more on purpose.”

Mary coos as Izzy starts to flush deeper.

“I honestly still couldn’t tell. He’s a friendly person generally, so I couldn’t tell if it was just that, or something more… but he’s been really sweet. Attentive. So I thought, maybe…”

“Maybe?” Dorcas prompts after a moment of silence. It’s usually Lily’s role to coax Izzy out of her shell, but she doesn’t have it in her. She’s happy for her, truly, but she’s only human. She can take ten minutes to mope. Fifteen, tops.

“I thought maybe I should give it a shot. Ask him out. You know, be brave for once,” she says in a rush. It’s always been an insecurity of Izzy’s, Lily knows — that she’s in Gryffindor but so shy.

“I’m proud of you,” Lily says with a smile, and she means it. “That takes a lot of courage.”

“It did,” Izzy says earnestly. “But I suppose I needn’t have worried, because he said yes! That he’d love to! That he’s been enjoying us spending more time together this year. And now we’re going to Hogsmeade together next weekend.”

“Ooh, I’m so excited,” Mary says happily. “There are so many new Muggle hairstyles in fashion right now that the Wizarding world just hasn’t caught onto, and they’d be perfect for you.”

“We’re also just happy for you generally,” Dorcas corrects with a laugh. “First dates are fun.”

“That too,” Mary agrees. “So. I know you’ve been leaving us in suspense on purpose. Who’s the lucky bloke?”

Izzy scoots forward on the floor, closer to their beds, and as she does so, her gaze lingers for just a moment extra on Lily.

Lily isn’t sure what she sees in the other girl’s expression. A flash of hesitation? Nervousness? It’s something different from the sheer joy she’d walked into the room with. And Lily suddenly knows.

It’s in a whisper that Izzy finally says it. A whisper, like that will make it less important. Less dizzying, less horrifying. Like that will knock Lily’s world sideways any less.

“James Potter.”

Lily doesn’t cry.

Everyone is looking at her, but she doesn’t cry. She doesn’t frown, or stare, or startle.

That thing in her throat that she was so afraid of rising up, up, up — it drops clean out of her body. She feels cold, and suddenly empty. (He’s not special. She’ll be fine. He’s not special. This will blow by.) But vacuums want to be filled. So she opens her mouth, takes a breath, and smiles.

“That’s great, Iz,” Lily says.

“It is?” she asks, and Lily recognizes in her dormmate’s eyes what she now lacks — hope.

“It is,” Lily repeats.

Izzy smiles, relief sinking into her shoulders.

Lily even smiles too.

(Hope needs a home somewhere.)

#jily #jily fic #jilytober #jilytoberfest #lily evans potter #james potter #hana writes

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littlemsrose · 2 years

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Welp is ready is not the best but i hope everyone enjoy

Editing with an update to everyone interest in this: I got the ok from bones, and i am happy to say that yes is gonna have an chapter two i am planning to not to be long but i hope i see you guys when i post the next chapter.

This is an fic inspired on the AU from @bones-of-a-rabbit i really hope you like it and the formating is bad bc of mobile i am so sorry:

You met that fish, or whatever it was, when you were a little kid, saving him from a seagull and starvation.

Of course like every kid, you wanted to be with him, in an aquarium and for a long time that worked, he lived in your aquarium and you fed him and talked to him for months, but you knew he wasn't happy, I mean he seemed to be happy, but for you he was sad trapped there.

In one of the conversations you had with the eclipse (the name you had given him), you touch the glass of the aquarium and talk to him a little: "I know you look happy, and that you're probably faking it so you don't worry me..but eclipse, are you really happy here? one turn for yes and two for no".

For a long time he doesn't answer you just floating, as if he was thinking what to say to you, and then he goes around twice, and what hurt you was right, with a pain in your chest you grab a bucket (he was the size of a medium salmon) and puts him in there, leaving the house in the middle of the night, he looked totally confused, and why you were so quiet, had he done something wrong? Has he made you angry? Quickly eclipse starts spinning inside the bucket doing tricks, sounds anything for you just look at him please don't be angry don't leave him for dead.

You stop in front of the dock at the sea shivering, or with fear, with anger, or with cold, and just take Eclipse in your little hands, running your thumb over his almost human face and give a little kiss up there and only, gently, put it in the sea.

That was the last time you saw your friend after a long time, of course also along with that, your family hadn't been back in that house for a long time, but after so many years you come back there.

The old house facing the sea, the fresh smell of salt, and the slightly cold wind coming from the ocean, you hold your hat so it doesn't go floating around,and start taking some of your bags inside the house, it takes longer than you wanted. After a few minutes, you are all inside the house, lying on the floor breathing heavily, looking up at the ceiling staring back at you, it was such a peaceful place and it gave you such a good feeling, and there were also the old memories of your first friend, eclipse, still on your mind.

You get up cleaning that dress you were wearing and walk to the back door opening and see that dock where you used to be Freedom from your friend. The memories of that day were now slowly returning to you, walking around, remembering what you had done to save it.

It was early in the morning, and you were leaving the house to play in the sand, do kid stuff, holes in the sand, kick the sea with the little feet you had and also watch some of the fish approach you and then swim away scared. But there was a place there where only you knew, slowly you walked away where your parents were, the sound of the sand being kneaded under your feet was comforting, until after passing a rock a little big you see it.

It looked like it was just a baby frog, it was so small that it was lying down and totally defeated in the middle of a puddle of salt water, but there was something different about that baby, it was maybe the perfectly smooth face with a few tips of fins like little sunbeams around the head of that thing, you approach slowly and see that he just moves a little and looks in your direction, which lets you see his deep purple eyes, and you can tell he was defeated and thinking that you would kill him to eat his little body.

That hurt you, the marine life was something special to you and he didn't deserve to die there. You run back to where your parents were, grab a plastic bucket, quickly fill it with seawater and go back to where that tadpole, or whatever. It seemed to be one, it was, and slowly you picked it up with your small hands throwing it into the bucket.

For a while, that little fish just lays at the bottom of the bucket and you were already, thinking you were too late and he hadn't survived until, out of nowhere, he starts moving a little bit, doing little flips and wagging his big tail that he has looking at you with great adoration, now that you see him better he had something on his torso, they were little arms that didn't even have hands, that was so cute for you, and slowly you put a finger in the water and he automatically "hugs" your finger as best he can, well that already sealed everything, you would take him home and take care of that strange fish.

After that good memory comes back, you finally sit at the end of the dock, looking out to the ocean where you let him be free, do you still wonder if he's okay, or if he survived? I mean he lived with you for so long, maybe he was already dead and now that you're back you'll never see him again and that little hope was fading and you:

"rrr?"-That strange sound scares you and you open your eyes and see a small fin not small but the tip of a fin and some purple eyes staring at you curious as always, you couldn't believe it, it was right there...waiting for you to move or anything?

Your eyes unconsciously fill with tears as you reach out your hand touching the tip of one of the fins on his head, you try to say something but only a painful sigh comes out along with a small laugh, slowly you put both your hands in the water wanting to hold his face of your old friend in your hands. After a few minutes of him just staring at you, as if something was on his mind, disappears and comes back to his head , you see small waves forming at the edge of the sea where his tail was, you hadn't noticed but he was that big?

Where his tail was supposed to be was about 20 feet away, and before you could even say anything, or think, eclipse launched itself towards the docks, almost crumpling you in the process.

"WHOA WHOAH HI BIG GUY HI..yeah i missed you too but you are kinda off crushing me"-a sound like, a small shark was heard coming from him, it was as if eclipse didn't care what you were talking about, he crawls back into the water, and stretches out one hand taking your small body and just looking at you with those deep purple eyes, he had what looked like a smile, you could see all his fine teeth, eclipse was so happy, you were back there in that house, and there was so much he wanted to introduce you to and…

The first ones he should introduce to you would be his brothers or the two others of the same species he would have found he sits you on the docks and with one hand he motions for you to wait there and he dives to the bottom of the ocean.

You were totally confused about what he wanted to show you, and how could he know how to tell you to wait a while? You just decide to stay there for an hour or so, and when you think about leaving he comes back with two other minis like him? Wait they were different from him, one was yellow like the sun and glowed slightly, he had the same fins as eclipse on his head and at the tip of those fins there were little spikes maybe he was poisonous? His eyes were yellow, and he was as small as Eclipse was when he lived with you, he seemed to be the more curious of the two he was showing you.

He slowly approaches the dock, and slowly takes one of his hands out of the water and touches your leg, his cold claw makes you shiver, but soon after you laugh and hold his hand gently, even though he is so smaller than eclipse his hands engulf yours but he seems to be taking such care of you:

"Well hello to you too, I think I can call you sun right? You are as handsome as your brother" slowly so as not to touch the thorns on his fin, you pass your hand on top of his head, and automatically the sun makes the same sound as eclipse, like a purr. you give a little laugh and finally look to his side and see the second one who was now with only white eyes staring at you, he had one of the lights like an angler fish and he seemed to be much more suspicious than Sun, he was staring at you as if you were going to attack sun and eclipse, you give a small smile trying to be friendly and with he puts his head out of the water and hiss at you, and with that he eclipses gently, or what seems to be gentle, flicks the other on the head, and he now seemed to be quite grumpy looking.to the other side, you have another laugh:

"Well since the other one I named Sun you'll be the moon I'm happy for you Eclipse seriously...but I have to go"—You get up getting ready to leave when a sound like a loud cry is heard, you automatically turn around and see that eclipse and sun are making these sounds, you cover your ears and go shh to both of them:

"Hey i am not gonna be out forever, tomorrow i will be back and we can play all day..and maybe a bit of the night ok? I need to take am shower and eat..see you tomorrow"

It was so nice to know that your old friend was back, and that you were now more protected than ever in the ocean.

(Next chapter)

#writing #writblr #security breach sundrop #fnaf sun #mermaid!au #mer!sun #sun x reader #moondrop #five nights at freedys security breach #security breach #security breach moondrop #moondrop x reader #fnaf eclipse #eclipse x reader

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multifanlol · 1 year

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Hello! Love the recent Marcy xShy reader post you did think you do a part 2 of what happens when all 4 meet up again maybe have Sasha and the reader get into a argument and Marcy goes to comfort them afterwards

Sure! And thankkss I honestly hoped someone would request for a part two sooo-

Sasha may be seen OOC but i need to remind y’all this is her BEFORE her development Sasha b4 that was a bit much 😭 (still love her tho 🫶)

Marcy Wu x Fem! Shy! Reader (pt 2)

Ever since that “incident” you honestly thought things were gonna be awkward

I mean okay, sure they were a little awkward but that was because it was an awkward nerd and another nerd who can’t keep a full conversation going

Other then that things were pretty chill although you couldn’t lie you still felt extremely guilty

I mean, sure you and Marcy didn’t kiss or anything like that but you still knew Sasha ever since you were kids even if she DID turn into maybe a psycho trying to kill one of Anne’s frog friends(?) (readers pov) you still cared about her in some way-

Recently you’ve gotten the other stones to open the calamity box and now you just had to do the last one

Which happened to be Sasha

And “Grime” or whatever according to Anne tried to kill “Hop Pop” (y/n doesn’t know the names okay 😭)

To say the least tension was in the air

With the planters and Grime and you Anne, Marcy and Sasha

It’s not like you hated her you were tense over having to end things with her, Marcy was tense due to guilt, Anne was tense due to well everything that happened

Now you took a breath in while walking out of the cave and walked over to Sasha

“That was surprisingly brave of you” you thought to yourself

“Hey Sasha…”

The blonde turned around to the h/c girl while she was talking to Grime

Grime seemed to get the message then clears his throat awkwardly

“I am not being involved in this, you can go and chat I’ll just be…..over there”

We watched him awkwardly walk away

“Sooo, Grime seems……interesting”

“Yea, Grimesy isn’t so bad once you get to know him…”

There was the awkwardnesss

You clear your throat again

“So, Sasha ever since we’ve been apart I’ve had time to…”

You notice Sasha yawning then she notices you staring

“Oh, I’m listening relax! It’s not like what your saying is gonna be a big deal anyway”

You take a short breath and stare at her

“it’s now or never” you thought

“Listen Sasha I’ve been thinking a lot and i believe that we should-“

“Hey, when you look at this cave when you look on the side, it kinda looks like a face”

“Sasha, i mean-“

“Our English class teacher back in 2nd grade!”

She laughs at it then notices you looking annoyed

“Why are you so upset-oh! don’t tell me Anne told you about it i mean, of course she did, listen n/n what happened was a misunderstanding and me and Anne made up so if your so mad about it-“

“It’s not about that Sasha-I’m sorry I-look, me and you are over-“

“What?!”

“I’m sorry, i hope you won’t hate me for it forever but i just can’t deal with this anymore-“

“Your…..your breaking up with me?! Why?!”

“It’s not you-i mean maybe it is you-or us both! I just-“

“After all the times i stuck up for you whenever they’d question why i went out with you, all those stuff I’d let you get, YOUR dumping me?!”

You honestly felt terrible but getting it over with now seems best….maybe

“Listen Sasha, you weren’t a horrible girlfriend i just don’t have strong feelings for you-“

“Don’t have strong feelings for me?! Why didn’t you tell me this before we landed in Amphibia?!”

“I wasn’t sure of it then! Maybe i didn’t tell you this often but i kinda thought you were a control freak!”

“I let you buy whatever you wanted!”

“YOU bought them for me, and when I’d try to ask something you’d completely dismiss my opinion!!”

You noticed Sasha seemed somewhat stunned by your courage but that quickly covered with rage

“Well what about the times we went to the movies i payed for everything!”

“YOU payed for the tickets i had to pay for the snacks and seats!!!”

The argument only just got longer you honestly didn’t wanna do this but honestly…..you had a lot of rage trapped inside you for years

“Okay maybe after all of that stuff, WHY did you actually dump me?”

“What…?”

“I’m not stupid y/n, there’s something your not telling me”

Ugh you knew Sasha could tell through lies as well as seeing through a telescope (bad comparison but honestly idc)

“Well, maybe it’s because i just don’t have feelings for you, ever thought of that?”

“I know that’s not it!”

“…”

“….Fine your not gonna tell me then, cool, maybe you were cheating on me and want an excuse while making it not be cheating? You were using me?! You-“

“I like someone else!”

“…”

“Well i…liked you at some point but i became more aware of these feelings later on…..and i wanna end things with you to attempt to not hurt you but, i guess i already did”

“….”

“I knew it….”

“I guess you wanna dump me for someone who might not even like you? Cool, maybe I’ll let you with open arms if you don’t come back too pathetic when they reject you”

And just like that she walked off

Ouch, it did sting though, it honestly hurt but you can’t expect much good from Sasha Waybright

It did hurt a lot though thinking about all of it, I’m not crying…..why are there tears rolling down my eyes

You noticed Sasha back talking to Grime and she looked at you for maybe a mil second then completely turned her head

It’s like she’s refused to even look at you

You were too caught up in your sadness to realise a certain bluettte noticed your sad frown

“Soo, do you wanna talk about it-“

You jump due to being caught up in your head you didn’t notice Marcy approaching you which resulted in her lightly giggling

“Oh! Sorry that was mean! Sorry for scaring you….heh”

“It’s….fine”

“Soo….do you wanna…..or-it’s okay really!-“

You turn your head around to see if it’s close to anyone hearing

“I’ll….tell you back here…”

You walk a bit behind the others so it’s not close to anyone except you and Marcy hearing and tell her everything

“And so then…..”

“And then?”

“I revealed i liked someone and well, I’m a horrible person….i think i hurt her…..”

“Ouch that sounds awful! For you-or her! Or well both?”

You knew Marcy had trouble deciding which “side” she should “be on” you honestly felt bad and felt she didn’t need to choose

“Um well i don’t think Sasha thinks your a horrible person maybe she was just a little mad-“

“No, i know what i did to her was wrong, i hurt her and she has every right to be upset with me but, the other stuff i just don’t want to make things awkward for you, and Anne, and stuck in Amphibia for crying out loud!”

You stop when Marcy hugs you

“You looked like you needed it-“

“No! It’s fine….i like it…”

“….”

This time it was……peaceful silence

“Sooo, when we head back wanna go eat that cake i was telling you about?”

“For the last time, I’m not eating something that may or may not have flies in them”

“Oh come onnnn!”

It was peaceful

I’m bad with names 😭

Andddd now that’s done with i hope you liked it-i didn’t really have much ideas for it so day by day I’ve just been doing little bits it is low-key short tho-overall i hope you liked ittt! Have a good day/night bye y’all!

#character x reader #amphibia #amphibia x reader #marcy wu #marcy wu x reader #sasha waybright #sasha waybright x reader

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