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witchwyfe · 2 years

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fool for you | sh

| pairing: steve harrington x female reader

| précis: steve's in a bad mood until you show up, fluff, cursing

| word count: 856

Steve slaps another VHS tape onto the floor, sighing dramatically.

"Jesus Steve, Keith said to reorganize the horror section, not take your anger out on it." Robin chuckles.

He flips her the bird, not even bothering to turn around and look.

Robin rolls her eyes before heading into the back office to unbox something Keith had asked her to.

During the week, Family Video wasn't as crowded, especially on a Tuesday morning. Boredom fills the air like a thick heat, the two employees desperate for a customer or at least something interesting to happen.

"Harrington!" Robin calls from the office. "Come here,"

Steve huffs, stepping away from the mess he created in the floor, and almost tripping over Poltergeist, on his way to Robin.

"What do you want?" He wonders, rough tone lining his words. He's not mean--never mean-- but comfortable enough around his best friend that he doesn't feel the need to hide his mood.

"What crawled up your ass this morning?" Robin asks, a smirk lining her lips.

"What do you need help with?" He grits his teeth, hands settled on his hips.

"Can't reach that box up there, you're taller, you do it."

He huffs, but moves forward, lifting up and grabbing the box. He bites back another complaint--something about how Robin never has a problem climbing on Keith's desk to get shit, on any other day.

"Anything else you need?" He forces, smile obviously fake and eliciting a laugh from Robin.

"Nothing else right now, besides an attitude adjustment maybe?"

"Ha. Ha. Very funny."

Steve sits back on the floor, and doesn't move for another hour--when the horror section is reorganized to what he hopes are Keith's standards. He swears he just did this last week but he knows better than to bitch about it to Keith.

Robin knows it's a bad mood when she decides to give Steve his break early, scared about him scaring customers away. He'd slammed the register shut a little too hard before she was pushing him away and threatening to lock him in the break room.

And he sits back there, fiddling with the radio until the static goes away, and he smiles when he realizes it's one of your favorite songs.

He's calm for a few moments, the thought of you driving out any annoyances.

The bell rings, alerting him that someone has entered the store. He doesn't give a shit, Robin can deal with whoever came in.

Until he hears something sweet and familiar.

Your voice.

The sound is like a light breaking through the dark cloud above his head, and he's up and out of his seat before he misses too much, the sound of your sweet laugh making his heart clench.

He's shoving through the door, crossing the threshold out into the store to see you, to make sure you're real and not a figment of his imagination.

"Hi," He's beaming, breathless in your presence.

You turn from where you're speaking to Robin, your smile growing unbelievably large when you spot your boyfriend.

You're trying to be polite and finish your conversation with his friend before running into his arms like you want to. He doesn't care, he saunters over and engulfs you in his grip, breathing in the comforting scent of your shampoo and perfume.

"Missed you," He murmurs into your hair.

"I was just saying," Robin starts, a wicked grin on her lips. "____, thank god you're here, Steve's been in a foul mood all morning and he--"

"That's enough," He cuts her off, blush rising on his cheeks. "She doesn't wanna hear about that."

"Actually she would love to," You pipe up, looking up at him fondly. "You miss me bub?"

"Oh he totally did!" Robin snorts. "He was being so pouty and--"

"Shut up Buckley," He groans, letting his forehead fall onto your shoulder.

He nuzzles into you for another minute before Robin makes gagging sounds, eliciting a soft giggle from your lips.

"Alright go finish your break, you're gonna scare the customers away."

"You'd love that," Steve argues, raising an eyebrow.

"I would but I don't think Keith would."

She argues. "As much as I don't care what that motherfucker wants, he writes the checks Steve-O, so that's the way it is."

You share a laugh with your boyfriend until Robin shoos you both away and Steve tugs you into the break room.

"M'serious," He whines, lips at your forehead. "I missed you."

"I know bub," You stretch up to peck the tip of his nose. "I missed you too."

"Didn't think you'd come here. You said you had that group project."

Steve won't admit it because he'd never try to hold you back, but he hates Tuesday's, because it's the one day your schedules don't line up. So while he's at work, you're taking classes nearby at the college.

"Simon canceled." You wrinkle your nose and Steve watches with stars in his eyes. "I swear we're never gonna get that fucking project finished."

"I'll help you with it." He murmurs, lips back on your head, soft against your hairline.

"Okay baby."

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yanderederee · 8 days

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Baji with 12 if it hasn't already been requested for the writing event

Event prompt12:

“We’ll burn it down and then we’ll build the world again.”

a/n:using the full context for this prompt; this is JD’s way of expressing how he intends to kill the guys who bully Veronica for spreading false rumors about her… and I want in on that👹

got a little too lost in the sauce and couldn’t find a good time for this as a line of text though; so please accept this instead.

cw: extreme bullying, toxic solutions, murder

Baji seriously had enough.

On the first day of school, Baji noticed your pencil drop under your desk, and decided he’d retrieve it for you in passing. You were so grateful for his assistance, completely over the moon with gratitude. It would have been unnerving, had you not been so sincere.

Usually, he wouldn’t give a normal person like you a second thought. But that sweet smile of yours captured him.

Ever since that day, Baji’s had his eyes on you. You were careful in the way you moved and talked, doing your best not to get in anyone’s way, or say the wrong thing. Soft spoken to a fault, but always kind and considerate.

Baji made an effort to talk to you more in class, soon after. You relied on him occasionally, enough to eventually call each other friends. But your relationship was only began to develop… He couldn’t have known about the bullying you experienced whenever he wasn’t around.

You never told anyone about the extent of your mistreatment. You thought it’d go away on its own— that ignoring it and paying it no mind would eventually make you less entertaining to mess with.

It wasn’t so bad… at first. A teasing here, being shoved there.

And Baji had no idea…

—-Until today.

It was just another school day. Cruelly early, bustling with students who were unusually chatty about the latest gossip hanging in the air.

“Are you serious?! That girl from Class-3?! I never would have guessed...”

“It’s always the quiet ones, I guess. Slutting herself out for attention though? How pathetic.”

“She’s not even that cute, you know Takeru just did it with her out of pity.”

“He told me she’d kept begging him for it! How disgusting!”

“Gross! I hope I never have to sit next to that whore ever again~”

‘Jeez, girls these days are so harsh’ Baji thought to himself in passing. Who were they even talking about? Some girl in class-3? That was his class. Well, he doubted he’d know who it was either way.

Oh, how wrong he was.

Upon entering the threshold of his class, Baji was frozen in shock.

It was routine for him to seek you out and chat with you for the first few minutes of class, before the bell rang.

However, instead of being met with your greeting grin, all that remained was a completely destroyed, empty desk.

Your desk.

His blood was boiling.

That was it. He’d seriously fucking had it.

Immediately, Baji looped his arms through the straps of his school bag, and made a B-line for your desk. He picked it up, and held it upside down by the metal bars underneath.

He wasn’t sure if you’d already seen the damage or not, but he decided right then and there no one else fucking would. It was fucking cruel. And he was pissed beyond measure.

“Baji-san! Just where do you think you’re taking that desk?” His teacher hollered after him. “I’m throwing it away!” He yelled back, a seething rage evident in his tone. If the teacher said anything after that, it didn’t even register to Baji.

Baji had a feeling you were aware of the rumors going around. You were always on time to class, so he was sure you’d also seen your classmate’s cruel defacing.

First and foremost, he was throwing this fucking desk away. Then, he’d go looking for you.

He wasn’t sure where to find you, though.

Possibility 1; you never came to school to begin with.

Possibility 2; you went to class as usual, saw the desk, and ran away. It was a toss up between if you went home or stayed on school grounds.

Those were the most likely possibilities he could think of.

Having finally made his way to the school’s dumpster, he took a moment of rest before tossing it in.

If there was one thing to beware of about Baji, it was his blinding hot rage. He’d practiced composing his tempter while in school. He couldn’t let himself lose his cool so easily. Calm down. He had to calm down, especially before he went looking for you…

However, fate had other plans…

Two wanna-be delinquents could be overhead chatting while ditching class behind the dumpster.

“You mean Y/n, right?”

“Yeah that’s the one! Takeru said she almost drew blood with how bad she was at sucking dick!”

“Poor guy. She probably wasn’t any better in bed…”

More Fucking Rumors…

Baji quickly untied his hair, and slipped his glasses into his school bag. If he couldn’t control his tempter, he could at least try to maintain face.

Baji stalked up behind the two punks, the desk dragging behind him in an eerily tight grip. He soon came close enough in distance to lift it single handedly, and slam it over the back of both of their heads.

Before they had time to react to their sudden assault, Baji just kept wailing.

With both hands, he kept swinging the desk up and down.

When they moved to dodge, he swung against the side.

When they tried to move away, he crushed their kneecaps.

When they begged for mercy, he hit harder.

Over and over, until he began to spin out of control. Wild with disgust and hate, the lies they would have spread were eating up all the sanity he had.

Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.

Fuck.

Every.

Last.

One.

Of.

You.

“Pl… se…. … op… st…op—“ whispered out one kid, his last words sputtering past his broken teeth.

Wait, what happened?

Baji had a sudden moment of clarity. Two kids, beaten maybe a little more than half to death, laid motionless before him.

Shit, did he go too far?

When was the last time he blacked out like that?

But the rage circulating in his fists had yet to subside. “You conscious?” He asked his begging victim. The poor boy’s crocodile tears were response enough. “You ever, fucking dare, say another word about Y/n, ever. And I swear to god. I will fucking kill you.”

The punks were left there, barely alive.

Baji felt thankful he hadn’t gotten any blood on his school uniform, before discarding of the bloody desk at the very bottom of the large dumpster container.

He honestly felt a bit grateful to those two. He’d managed to blow off a good amount of steam thanks to their insolence. He took a deep breath, and began wandering the school in silent deliberation over where you may be.

Where were you… home, or school?

He’d figure he’d try his hand at looking over the school first. Careful to avoid any of the hallway monitoring teachers during classes, Baji checked every floor throughly.

Eventually it came down to the roof, or you’d ran home. Usually, the door to the roof would be locked at a normal school. However, Ryusei broke that lock long ago so he’d have constant access to the roof whenever he needed a nap.

Running up the stairs and through the roof door, he searched the area. Lo and behold, there he found you, huddled into yourself with your back against the wall. You were crying, not caring about how loud you may have been.

Finally…

Even though he’d been searching so hard to find you, now that he was actually there… Baji had no idea what to do. What to say. But he had to say something. His heart was breaking just looking at you.

Slowly, Baji made his way closer. You looked up when you heard footsteps, expecting to have been caught by a teacher. Yet you were surprised to instead see Baji, holding back a bitter expression. Quick to wipe away tears, you looked away right after. “S-sorry, I’m not feeling really well… could you please leave?” You asked shakily.

Baji pressed his lips into a line. “I know… I’m sorry I didn’t know sooner,” he said quietly, dropping to his knees in front of you and pulling you into a hug. “It’s okay to cry. Let it out.”

He made sure to hold you tight. Though, even if you had tried to escape his grasp, the overwhelming urge to cry kept you in place, clinging to him even. There, you cried for a good ten minutes or so, unable to suppress the feeling of being so humiliated and hated.

“I-I didn’t… I didn’t do anything t-that they’re saying I d-did… it’s all lies…” you sobbed into his chest. Baji knew that. He knew it. Hell, even if it was true, he’d still feel this same way.

“It’s okay, I know. You won’t have to worry about that anymore.” Baji spoke clearly, lifting your face to look him in the eyes. “I’ll make sure they apologize, and take back everything they said about you.”

“I promise, they’ll pay for the things they’ve said and done to you. No one will ever think of you in that way ever again.”

Baji promised you with fire in his eyes. While his expression would be scary to most, you couldn’t help the way your heart beat out of its chest at his words.

You were quiet for a while, wide and doe eyed under Baji’s meaningful gaze. “How… do you plan to do that…?” You asked.

Happy to see his declaration helped ease the sadness in your heart, he smiled, and kissed the crown of your head. “Don’t worry about that. Just know by tomorrow morning, everything will be back to the way it was.”

You weren’t sure why, but those words comforted you deeply. You didn’t really believe he was capable of something like that, but his intentions were enough. You smiled back at him, and nodded. “Sure,” you agreed absentmindedly. “Thank you.”

Baji felt as though for the first time since he’s met you, things felt right. You in his arms, smiling, relying on him, holding him back. This feeling he had been unfamiliar with, this whole time, was Love.

As soon as he came to the conclusion, that he loved you. Something in Baji shifted. A creature he had no idea lived inside him suddenly started making itself known.

How could they do this— to someone so undeserving of their malice? Who would ever dare to hurt someone as sweet as you?

It was an extraordinary wrong that they’d committed against you. One that couldn’t go unpunished. He hated them. Wanted them dead. Would kill them. That was the only way to make things right, he began to think.

“Come on, let’s go.” Baji said softly, helping you to your feet. You looked up at him inquisitively. “We’re ditching.” He clarified, offering you a mischievous grin.

Normally, skipping school would be against both your wishes. However, given the circumstances … You grinned back with puffy eyes. You took his hand, and together you snuck out of the school with no trouble.

Having snuck out to a nearby diner, you both enjoyed each other’s company. You two always got along well, his sarcastic remarks were somehow easy for you to read, and kept you fueled with engaging conversation.

Baji seemed like he could be the awkward sort around girls, but in truth, he simply had no interest in getting close with anyone. Only you.

It made you feel better, feel special in a way.

The day had started off in the worst way possible, but now, laughing to the point of tears with the person you liked the most, everything felt like it really would be alright….

Baji glanced at the clock, noticing how many hours had passed by so quickly. “We got one more stop to make before I walk ya home, sound good?”

You nodded at him simply, smiling wide.

… So why were you walking back towards the school?

“Uh, Baji? Where are we going..?” You asked nervously. Baji squeezed your hand reassuringly, throwing a grin your way. “Don’t worry, just trust me.”

And so you did. You took a deep breath to settle your nerves, and put your trust in the person you liked so much.

Standing off in a nearby alleyway just a few streets over from the school, Baji told you to wait behind as he stood at the alleys entrance, scanning students as they passed by, not giving him a second glance.

Soon, a familiar group of voices made your throat close up with anxiety.

“I still can’t believe you actually slept with Y/n! You sure you ain’t infected with her creepiness?”

“Hahaha! As if. It’s nice not having to see her gloomy face at school anymore though.”

“You’re the man, Takeru! Next time, invite me, Kay? I’d—“

Suddenly, there was no more outspoken foul voice speaking. “Mm? Suiren? Oi! Suiren!”

Quiet for a moment, Takeru could hear an unfamiliar thudding should come from the nearby alley.

Baji’s first punch was enough to knock the boy out cold, yet one after the other, Baji’s fist threw punches more fierce than the last.

Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die—

“Wh-what the hell..!”

Baji’s head turned eerily slow, as he watched his friend get beaten in horror. Blood and hair stuck like glue against his cheek. Before Takeru could run or scream, Baji dropped the unconscious boy, and wrapped one large and bloody hand across his face.

“Shut the fuck up. That is, unless you want to die right now.” Baji threatening voice cut deeper than bone, dragging the two boys deeper into the alley and away from prying gazes.

Takeru doesn’t dare take his chances. Obediently, he nodded vigorously, putting his hands up in defense while holding back tears. Whiling scanning the area for a means of escape once his chance came, he quickly spotted a small form not too far off, frozen and wide eyed.

You.

Oh shit, he began connecting the dots.

“Takeru Izukura, right?” Baji asked. His victim wasn’t eager to confirm this. Unfortunately for him, that wasn’t a smart move. Tightening the death grip he had on Takeru’s skull, Baji shoved him against the wall, and began ramming his fist into his stomach.

How could someone be strong enough to crack a person’s rib in just one punch? Takeru couldn’t help the pathetic yells that ripped through his throat. As desperately as he wanted to cry his apologies out now, it was impossible to so much as breath with all the air being knocked out of him with every one of Baji’s outrageous punches.

All the pent up rage Baji had been saving was finally making itself known. The events of the day began flooding his mind with white rage. The desk. The rumors. Your tears. All of it. He gritted his teeth so hard he could feel a molar chip.

All because of this asshole. Only a few minutes ago he was laughing about your severe mistreatment, and only now wanted to apologize? Even if he did want to hear his excuses and sputtered sorrows, it wouldn’t be honest. It’d have been reactive.

You stood frozen at Baji’s brutal assault. You had half a mind to step in and stop this whole mess, but after catching a clear glimpse of Takeru’s face… you gulped.

“B-… Baji.” You called out quietly. Upon hearing your voice, Baji immediately stopped. Blood soaking his knuckles and face, he looked your direction, an unreadable expression on his face.

Should he feel shame for letting you see him like this? Maybe he should, but nothing like that came to surface. After your call, all he felt was attentive. He waited for you, as you moved closer, looking his victim in the eyes.

“I want… to hear what kind of apology you have to say.” You combed through your words carefully. You felt hatred for him, but had he given a sincere apology, maybe you could forgive him.

Takeru looked at you, warily. “It’s your fault I’m in this position in the first place—“ he tried reminding you, but a heavy fist broke his nose in response. “Try again asshole.” Baji warned.

Your bully sobbed. “I’m sorry! I fuc-cking sorry, okay! I won’t make shit like that up again!! I swear!”

You felt bile rise in your throat. “That’s it?” You asked, waiting only a few moment for a response. When he looked at you expectingly, you grew angry.

“You don’t even remember the half of what you’ve done to me, do you…” you chocked on tears you didn’t want to surface. “How about a sorry for tripping me down the stairs the first time we met? An apology for ‘jokingly’ pushing me against the desk, and flipping my skirt up for all your buddies to see?” You began listing ways he’d fucked up. His face went pale, now under two sets of hostile eyes.

“That so?” Baji’s deep tone only sent the beaten boy into a cold sweat. “W-wait! I’m sorry for that too, okay! R-really!”

But he wasn’t. Not really. He was just sorry he was caught.

“I don’t give a damn what happens to you. Whatever happens is what you deserve.” You swallowed hard, and took a step back. “Baji…” you drew your gaze back to him and his blank eyes. You didn’t know what to say.

But he understood just fine. “Leave this to me.”

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bigtreefest · 2 months

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From Both Ends

Pairing: Curtis Everett x reader one-shot (Modern AU)

Summary: Work and physical stress are adding up, until they spill over. It’s a good thing your sweet, understanding boyfriend is there to help clean you up however he can

Word count: 1,804

Content/warnings: this is mostly fluff and comfort, slice of life?, bad language words, semi-graphic period and nosebleed descriptions (mostly nosebleed) (also blood and snot) (this is natural. We were all born somehow), crying, comfort, non-sexual nudity, reader is on the toilet for like half of this, but not really in gross way?, use of pet names (sweetheart, sweetie, love, darling), afab reader who has a period, no use of y/n, pronoun ‘she’ is used once

A/N: Happy International women’s day. Also, what period phase am in that I’m craving fluff rn???? Anyway, I just have it in my head that behind closed doors, Curtis is the biggest sweetheart to ever exist.

This is dedicated to all my girlies who throw their hearts into their work and don’t get enough in return. It’s also dedicated to all my girlies who love Curtis more than me (girlies is a gender-inclusive/neutral term in this case. I love you ALL).

I feel like I should also tell you guys that I’m doing a master’s in medical science while I’m applying to med school, so I think that really came out in this, if you’re fearing I mention all the types of bleeding a little too casually.

Comments, likes, reblogs, and asks are so appreciated. Thank you for reading!!

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Curtis was working on cooking dinner when he heard you at the the door to your shared apartment jingling keys against the lock. It was followed by a series of grumbles before you finally turned the key and passed the threshold, slamming the door, tossing your keys on the entry way table next to his beanie, and stomping toward the home office, slamming that door as well.

Once he turned off the stove after stirring one last time, Curtis washed his hands and removed his apron before he made his way down the hall. He knocked on the door tentatively. “Sweetheart? Everything okay?”

You must not have heard him, too zoned in on your work, because the next second he heard your booming voice, hardly muffled through the inch and a half of wood.

“Oh my ….. fucking…FUCK. HOP OFF MY BACK, ANABELLE. I’M NOT A FUCKING HORSE.”

He opened the door to see you in front of your open email screen, heels of your palms rubbing your eyes.

“Hey, Sweetie, you have some time for dinner?”

You had been working late all week and you were exhausted. When it came to you, Curtis paid attention to every detail and he knew how tired you were, going to bed way past your usual time and waking up early, which is why he made your favorite for dinner tonight. In the hopes he could make a hard week even just a little bit better and maybe help the pang in his chest he felt every time he saw you like this. He cautiously approached you in your office chair and ran his hand from your shoulder down around your back to the other and pulled your head close to his chest. You turned to press your forehead against his firm pecs, and he could feel your tears wetting the front of his shirt. He stroked your hair and pulled you closer, kissing the top of your head.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. At least we know you still have great comebacks at that bitch Anabelle, even when you’re frustrated…and she can’t hear you”

You laughed slightly at that joke, followed by a sniffle as you looked up into the ever-soft eyes of your boyfriend.

“There she is.” He looked down at you, giving a winsome smile. Sometimes just a glance was enough for you to feel like your worries were melting away. He crouched down so he could bring his forehead to yours, as your eyes fluttered shut and you let out a sigh at the taste of comfort after a long day.

“Why don’t you go ahead and wash up while I make us some plates. Meet you at the table?” You nodded and sniffled again before giving him a quick peck and heading to the bathroom.

Curtis had just finished setting the table when he faintly heard you call him from the toilet. He cracked open the bathroom door to see you had discarded all of your clothes and were aggressively blowing your nose from a fresh wave of snot and tears.

“Can you…um…get me a clean pair of underwear?” Your eyes were glued to the floor. “And some comfy clothes?”

You finally glanced up at him as he nodded and went to shut the door again “Of course, Love.”

Curtis went through his drawers, picking out your favorite sweatpants and oversized hoodie of his, as well as a comfy lounge bra and underwear for you. For good measure, he also got a pair of socks.

He returned to see you still sitting there on the toilet, eyes red and puffy and elbows perched on your knees in defeat. You reached out your hands, thanking him for the fresh clothes that smelled so comfortingly like him, but he didn’t hand them over, opting to set them on the edge of the sink instead.

He moved to take your discarded clothes and place them into the hamper, taking note of the blood in your underwear. He knew that was likely going to be the case due to your request. Plus, the crying over the past few days you’d chastised yourself for (not to mention the app he’d downloaded on his phone months ago, but chose not to mention it to you yet. It was just so he could be prepared with the comforts he believed you deserved) and the constant body aches and tiredness you had shown.

He sat down cross-legged on the plush bath mat at your feet, peeling your hands from your face where you had placed them to cover up again. “Let me help you?”

“No Curtis, it’s really not necessary, I ca-“

“Please?” He gently cut you off with a whisper. “I’d feel better if I could take some of the weight off your shoulders.” You cared so much about your work and those around you, he wanted to be the one to care for you.

You meekly nodded as he kissed your knee and slid the new pair of underwear partially up your legs, placing a pad and preparing the sweatpants to slide on next.

You choked back a sob as Curtis looked up at you with his brows pinched together, concern deepening the blue in his eyes and painting his features. You blew your nose again, overwhelmed with the emotion you felt at Curtis’s kind, soft, touch in this intimate moment. When you pulled away, you both saw the red that painted the tissue. More blood.

Fuck. You knew this was coming. You were so prone to nosebleeds and the fact that you were stressed beyond belief, plus the four coffees you had today had definitely made it worse. You tried to keep your sobs from deepening as you nearly wailed in frustration, pinching your nostrils closed and leaning forward to keep the blood from trickling down the back of your throat.

Curtis rushed to grab more tissues, folding and twisting them into cylinders for you to quickly stuff up your nose to clog the bleeding. He’d seen his fair share of blood and nosebleeds in his day, so this was nothing to him. “Hey, hey, shhh shhh shhhhh, it’s ok, sweetie, you’re alright.”

He ran his hand down the side of your face as he blew a cool stream of air towards you, helping to dry the tears and calm you down. You could still see the admiration in his gaze, which put you at a crossroads between wanting to cry harder and lose all worries. You briefly considered leaning into his touch and turning to kiss his palm before the protrusions from your nose stopped you.

Curtis thought to himself about how you’d been burning both ends, putting in extra time at work, but still making the effort to spend a couple hours with him every night. And now, forget burning both ends, you were bleeding from both ends. Good one, Curtis, he thought to himself, but he’d keep that joke for another day when your spirits were a little lighter. He kept his eyes on you, and it felt like he could see into the farthest corners of your soul with his penetrating, yet pacifying gaze.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” You spoke with a nasally voice between mouth breaths, your nose officially out of commission.

“What ever could you mean, Darling?” He quipped, keeping his smile soft and small.

“You’re looking at me with love. How do you love this right now?” You gestured over your whole body before aggressively pointing towards your face. “I look like a fucking walrus with these tissue plugs hanging out of my nose.”

Curtis laughed and hung his head, shaking it before looking back up at you. “I love you for a lot of reasons, but currently, it’s because I’m thinking about how you’re the hardest worker I know. This is just a side effect of you pushing yourself a little too far. It’s okay, and I don’t mind helping you at all but I know you won’t ask for it. So I’m happy because you’re at least letting me help you right now.”

You really were grateful for the way Curtis treated you. To anyone else, he seemed like a gruff wall of muscle, which he was, but to you, he was so much more. He was the biggest softie with a bleeding heart and you couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have each other. He constantly spoke of how much he loved you, especially when you were at your worst, which felt like a lot recently. You felt like you were the lucky one to have him, despite the way he often said the opposite.

He returned to gliding the sweatpants over your feet, followed by your socks. He let you finish cleaning yourself up before you flushed the toilet and you both washed your hands, your sobs calming fully. He finally grabbed the sweatshirt and gently slid it over your head, careful to not knock the precariously stuffed tissues out of place.

Curtis stood behind you in the mirror, grabbing one of your hair ties off the sink and pulling your hair into a messy bun. You’d taught him how to do that a few weeks into your relationship and he’d become pretty good at it, practicing whenever you would let him. His large stature towered over you as he finished and tugged to adjust the large piece of sweatshirt fabric down over your hips, perfectly oversized from having to fit over his broad frame on most days. His hands snaked around your waist, turning you and pulling your stomachs together as you leaned back to look up at him.

“And for the record, you’re the cutest walrus I’ve ever seen.” Curtis was happy to see your eyes sparkling with something other than tears again, appreciation, and leaned in to give you a kiss on the lips, before realizing the tissue cylinders were blocking his path, opting for a forehead kiss instead with a small chuckle.

“Now let’s get some food in you. We can eat and then I’ll hold some ice packs to your face on the couch while you finish answering those last few emails. Sound good?”

You nodded and gave him the first bright, genuine smile he’d seen from you in days. Again, in your nasally voice, you responded. “Okay, but I have a few conditions. I get to sit in your lap while you hold your hand to my stomach like a heat pad and feed me chocolate for each email I finish.”

He scooped you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist and arms around his neck, your hands stroking the back of his soft, buzzed hair as he carried you over to the kitchen counter.

“Deal. Anything for my best girl.”

Bonus A/N: I would probably sell a kidney to have a Curtis like this.

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Hey love! I just wanted to say I love your works and wanted to maybe ask for a request. Today is my birthday and I was wondering if you could do a Carl x reader surprise birthday related smut where maybe he surprises reader by remembering it’s her birthday (maybe he was keeping track or something) and he invites her over for a cute/romantic dinner and he saves her for dessert 🤭. Idk I thought it sounded cute and would ask.

Birthday Surprise

Carl prepares a birthday dinner for Y/N, but things are not quite going as planned... Bit more of a plot, then sex. Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw

Your birthday was pretty gloomy; it was the first one without your family, and nothing could really cheer you up - not even the birthday cake and the little presents that Tara and Rosita, with whom you shared a house, gave you.

Now you were alone, since the other two girls were on guard duty. It was already dawning, soon it would be dark. A knock on the door pulled you out of your somber musings. Carl was standing on the threshold. You had started dating a week ago and had already kissed a few times, but nothing more had happened yet. "Hey, sweetie," Carl greeted you, hugging and kissing you, "congratulations. I, um, I prepared a surprise for you." He gestured vaguely in the direction of his house. "Are you coming?"

You agreed, just wanting to quickly change and put on makeup, then you followed Carl out. You reached his house and entered through the back door as you sniffed suspiciously. "What's burning in here? I smell smoke," you said alarmed.

"Oh no," Carl exclaimed, rushing into the kitchen. Thick black smoke was billowing from the oven. Carl opened the oven door, and it got worse. Hastily you opened the windows, coughing, and Carl pulled a completely charred lump out of the oven. "Damn," he lamented. "That was part of the surprise!" You helped Carl air everything out and clean up the burnt cake. With great difficulty, you stifled a laugh. Carl cleared his throat. "Okay, but that was just dessert, I prepared more," he announced proudly. You steeled yourself, because as far as you knew, Carl could neither bake nor cook.

He presented a colander full of cooled, congealed spaghetti. "I just need to heat this up quickly," he promised, gesturing to the beautifully set table. "Why don't you sit down?" He lit several candles before dumping the spaghetti into a pot of tomato sauce and warming everything on the stove.

What he finally served didn't look very appetizing, but you realized how much effort Carl had put in, so you didn't give it a second thought. The noodles were mushy and the sauce far too little seasoned. It tasted awful. "Do you like it?" inquired Carl expectantly. His cheeks were flushed in the candlelight.

"Yes, it's quite great, Carl," you fibbed.

"Too bad the cake burned," he fretted, whereas you thought it was probably better that at least you had been saved from the cake. It was quite dark outside by now, and the dining room was lit only by the candles.

"So where are Rick and Michonne?" you asked.

"They went to Carol's because I said I wanted to celebrate your birthday here with you undisturbed," Carl explained. "Judith is asleep." He got up and came around the table to kiss you, and this time his kisses were more demanding and intense than usual, and when Carl grabbed your hands and playfully pulled you over to the couch, you realized he was planning to sleep with you for the first time today. Longingly, he kissed your neck. It was pretty early for that, but you were already sure after that short time that you loved Carl, and what were you going to wait for? In this new world, everything could suddenly be over any day. You stroked through Carl's hair and unbuttoned his flannel, signaling to him that you also wanted it.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" he made sure. "Or is it going too quickly for you?"

"No, I want to feel you, Carl," you whispered, "I'm ready." His flannel and his shirt came off, then yours. You admired Carl's upper body, he wasn't particularly muscular, but so lean and somewhat defined, and his skin so flawless, with a few small moles.

Carl gazed entranced at your breasts and began to fondle them. Hot flashes shot down your spine. Your lower abdomen was getting hot, and you felt your panties moistening. You lay down on the couch, and Carl pulled a box of condoms out of his pants pocket and placed them on the side table.

It wasn't long before both of you had completely undressed, your clothes lying messily on the floor, and you were exploring each other's bodies. Carl's dick was a good size, with a nicely shaped red tip that glistened wetly. As you gently grasped his stiff shaft and moved your wrist up and down, Carl closed his eye and whimpered. "Oh, please, Y/N, keep going," he begged. You were delighted by the reactions you were eliciting from Carl with your actions, and you had just begun to lick and suck on his tip when Carl gripped you by the shoulders and gently pushed you away. "Wait," he whispered hoarsely. "If you don't, I'll cum right now, but I do want to fuck you."

You giggled nervously, embarrassed, as Carl unwrapped one of the condoms and slipped it on his cock. "Looks like you've done this before," you teased him.

"Um, yes and no," he said, blushing. "I practiced it a few times so, well, so nothing would go wrong." He coughed. "How... what position should we do it in?" he asked uncertainly.

You lay down on your back. "I think it's easiest that way," you said hesitantly. Carl got himself into position and rubbed his tip over your slippery entrance until you moaned softly, spreading your legs even wider and looking at him with hazy eyes. "Please, Carl, put it in," you whimpered, all wriggly with arousal. Millimeter by millimeter, Carl penetrated you. It hurt a little as he stretched you out, but the pain was displaced by excitement and by the overwhelming feeling of being so close to Carl. It took a while for his dick to be completely inside you, and you looked deeply into each other's eyes for a few seconds before Carl began careful thrusts.

There was a slight twinge, but then the pain disappeared completely, and you felt like your pussy was made of hot liquid lava, having Carl inside you made you almost senseless with arousal. You felt yourself growing wetter and wetter for him, and for the next few minutes all you could hear was both of your moans and sighs, and the sound of Carl's dick moving inside your slick folds. You stroked his back, feeling his lean muscles play beneath your fingers. His hair clung sweatily to his forehead. "Carl, I'm going to cum," you panted, biting his shoulder lightly.

"Me too," Carl returned. His poundings became more erratic, he gasped, then wrenched his handsome face and cried out in ecstasy as he had his orgasm inside you. Stars flickered across your visual field as you climaxed as well, your pussy contracting uncontrollably, over and over.

"Carl!" you screamed, while he helped you through your orgasm.

Afterwards, you cleaned yourselves up and snuggled together under a plaid. Again and again you kissed and let what had happened linger, quite dazed by the aftermath of your shared orgasm. And so you couldn't react fast enough when the key turned in the lock and a few seconds later Rick and Michonne were standing in the room. Rick gaped open-mouthed, then eyed the clothes on the floor and scratched his head, speechless, while Carl pulled the plaid up to his chin. "Ok, Carl, well, I didn't expect that now," Rick stammered, looking strained at the bookshelf. His face was all red.

"Well, I did," Michonne dryly replied.

"Did you... did you use protection?" inquired Rick anxiously, frowning.

"'Sure we did, Dad," Carl assured, his face also flushed with embarrassment. You tried not to look at anyone, the situation was so awkward.

Michonne rolled her eyes and grabbed Rick's arm to push him out of the room. "Let's get these two dressed and cleaned up," she ordered. "And air out, please," she called to you before closing the door.

Carl and you looked at each other, then burst into silly laughter.

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xxshadowbabexx · 20 days

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Of Saltwater and Shorelines Chapter Three; Partner Swap

*to the tune of the sofia the first theme song*

You were a princess in the kingdom doing alright

Then you became a pirate overnight

Now you’ve gotta figure out how to do it right

So much to learn and see~

(Check series warnings on series masterlist)

The gravel was cold on your feet as you ran, stepping left, right, dodging the trees that stood tall in front of you, and the flame kissed arrows arching towards your back.

Your dress was bunched up in your fists to prevent yourself from tripping as you ran. You could see the gates to the kingdom- open thanks to the early hour, and you picked up your speed. You were getting out of here. Today.

You were so close, the closest you’ve ever been in any of your attempts at freedom, and you finally let yourself feel the hope.

The hope you had longed for since childhood. The hope that said-

Maybe you could be free.

The hope you always knew was too good to be true. But just maybe-

Then, just as you crossed the threshold of the kingdom, you felt hands pull on your hair, forcing you back.

No. It can’t end like this. You have to get out. You have to.

You woke with a start, sweat sticking your nightgown to your skin. You closed your eyes again, deep breaths. You’re not back in the kingdom. You’re no longer a prisoner (who knew a pirate’s hostage was more free than royalty). Instead, you’re on the ship. You’re in Ghost’s bed and you’re in his… arms?

You lurched up, hoping he was still asleep and you hadn’t actually been a bother. Unfortunately, you were met with his eyes. You still couldn’t see his face, but you’d swear he was smirking under the mask.

“S-sorry Ghost. I didn’t mean to- I can sleep on the floor so I don’t bother you,” you stuttered out, moving to get on the floor.

He grunted, “No need. I don’t mind,”he shrugged, but you had a hard time believing his words.

You looked up at him with wide eyes, “Oh? Are you sure?”

“Sure as anything, love, now get back in bed,”

You paused for a second, blushing, before crawling back in next to him.

“Can I lay on you again?” you asked, and he nodded.

It wasn’t long before you drifted off to sleep again.

•••

The next time you woke, the first thing you noticed was the lack of Ghost’s warmth. You missed it as you reached up to rub your eyes before opening them.

It was then that you noticed the man sitting in front of you.

“Mornin’, sugar,” the ginger smirked.

You frowned. “Where’s Ghost?”

He laughed. “A bit attached aren’t ya?” he teased, smirking. You rolled your eyes and moved to get up, not in the mood for his antics.

“Name’s Roach, darlin’. Was hoping ta get acquainted with you today,”

You groaned, “Do I get a choice in this?”

“Nope” he grinned, wide to a point where it looked painful, green eyes staring into you.

That’s how you found yourself here, leaning on the railing at the front of the ship, smoking with Roach.

He exhaled, and you watched the smoked bloom up into the air before fading away.

“So tell me sugar, what’s a guy like me gotta do to get a lady like you in his bed?”

You scowled, eyes narrowing as you glared at him. “Not a chance,”

“Not a chance right now, but what do I gotta do ta change that?” he persisted.

“Get a new personality,”

“Roger tha,”

•••

Roach was insufferable, but lucky for you the captain called for him after just half an hour, which left you on your lonesome.

The day had passed quicker than you thought it would, since you spent the entirety of it doing nothing. Perhaps doing nothing on a ship is more enjoyable than doing nothing in a castle.

Probably.

When supper time came you all gathered around to eat as a circle table. You were sat in between Roach and your captain. You weren’t sure which of the boys had cooked the meal, which consisted of bread, salted meats, dried beans, and beer.

It wasn’t bad, but it was somewhat bland. Although, being on a boat you could assume they didn’t have the best access to kitchen supplies.

The lot of you ate in silence, except for the occasional snide remark from Roach, but the captain managed to shut him up eventually.

“So, bonnie, I know ye roomed with tha’ Ghost last nigh’, but today ye will staying with someone else of yer choosin’. Wannae get ye acquainted with each o’ us, ye see. Who will ye be choosin’,”

You paused before answering, running the pros and cons through your head once again.

“You, sir,”

He grinned, “Alright, hen. I can work with tha,” he spoke, ignoring the snickers that came from his crew and the grumbled disappointment from Roach. As if you would choose him.

“Price, you’re on dishes tonight. Now c’mon-“ Soap stood, grabbing your wrist, “Let me show you ‘round my quarters.”

His room looked no different than when you were in it yesterday, and you were slightly confused as to what he had to show you until he started speaking.

“See this cupboard here?” he asked and you nodded, “this one has extra blankets an’ shite if needs be. Tha’ one next ta it has some goodies in it I may reward ye with if ye behave yerself,” he smirks at you, winking. It sends a shiver down your spine. You cab’t help but feel that whatever is in that cupboard is something rather… illicit.

“But, tha’ same cupboard has shite in it I can punish ye with, so donnae test me, lass,”

You sigh. Something tells you you’re not going to be sleeping tonight.

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even-disco-baby · 2 years

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PERCEPTION (Smell) — You wake up from your half-sleep to the faint scent of cigarette smoke.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY — A pang of longing, stronger than expected. While not quite as effective as drouamine, a cigarette would help take your mind off the pain in your thigh.

VOLITION — No. That is the *last* thing you need right now. Stick to what the doctor ordered.

YOU — Look around the room.

WHIRLING-IN-RAGS — It’s still dark out. The pale darkness of the first hours of early morning. The clock on the table informs you that it’s just past four.

PERCEPTION (Sight) — Though it’s dark, you don’t see anyone in the room with you.

LOGIC — And you certainly weren’t smoking in your sleep.

PERCEPTION [Easy: Success] — A cold draft makes you shiver. It blows in through the hole in your window.

VOLITION — A cigarette is probably not the best thing for you right now. But a chat might be an equally welcome distraction.

INLAND EMPIRE — It’s lonely to be sick and in pain. To be alone in your body.

YOU — “…Is that you, Kim?”

PERCEPTION (Hearing) — A faint shuffle of nylon. You guessed correctly.

KIM KITSURAGI — “What the… oh.” The lieutenant lets out a sigh. Despite the dark, you can see a vaguely Kim-shaped silhouette out the window. “I forgot about the hole in your window. I thought I was hearing things…”

His sentence trails as you hear him take another drag of the cigarette. “Oh— wait, is the smell bothering you?”

ELECTROCHEMISTRY — Far from it. Only thing bothering you is that you’re not the one smoking it.

VOLITION — Try not to think about it, Harry. Just talk.

“Not at all. A smoke sounds great right now, actually.”

“Of course it is! Can’t you do that somewhere else?”

“It’s okay. I thought you only smoked one a day, though?” (Change the subject)

KIM KITSURAGI — You can almost hear his wry smile. “I thought I could go without one tonight. So much for that.”

ESPIRIT DE CORPS — He’s amazed that you’ve gone without as long as you have.

PAIN THRESHOLD — So are you.

YOU — “Couldn’t sleep without it, huh?”

KIM KITSURAGI — “Mhm.” Another drag of the cigarette. “Something like that.”

DRAMA — Something *like* that. In other words, close but no cigar, sire.

LOGIC — The lieutenant is a creature of habit. It is unusual for him to break from his routine. Especially one of the few parts of it that he enjoys.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY — Surely he knew he wouldn’t be able to relax without a cigarette. Was he trying to keep himself up on purpose?

“Do you get lonely at night, too?”

“Do you worry you’ll fall asleep and never wake up, too?”

“Do you have nightmares, too?”

KIM KITSURAGI — There’s a pause before he answers.

COMPOSURE — A *long* pause. You’ve hit the nail on the head.

KIM KITSURAGI — “Everyone does from time to time,” he says slowly. “Especially in our line of work.” He hesitates again. “Are yours… bothering you?”

EMPATHY — He is uncomfortable with these sorts of conversations. But he would much rather discuss your nightmares than his own.

“Not really. Life’s a ceaseless nightmare anyway, am I right?”

“No. What kind of grown man gets upset about bad dreams?”

“They make me wonder if I died and this is hell.”

“I don’t have nightmares. I have premonitions. I know how everything will end. I’ve seen it over and over again.”

“I think it’s probably too late for me to be bothered.”

KIM KITSURAGI — “Khm…” He clears his throat awkwardly, and you think you see his silhouette turn away from the window.

EMPATHY — He doesn’t want to agree, but he understands what you mean. You both must lie in the beds you’ve made. There is no getting around that.

KIM KITSURAGI — “…It’s not entirely too late,” the lieutenant offers cautiously. “You’re alive. You have time.”

YOU — “Thanks to you.”

KIM KITSURAGI — Another drag of the cigarette. “Back at you,” he says softly.

ESPIRIT DE CORPS [Legendary: Success] — In his nightmares, he has failed. It is your body that he finds on the boardwalk, alone. You asked him to call her, and so he does. She hears about it on the phone.

INLAND EMPIRE — She may yet. You’ve saddled him with a heavy responsibility.

COMPOSURE — It’s silly to talk through the window like this. You could invite him into your room. Talk with him about anything. Everything.

EMPATHY — Or he could invite you out to the balcony. But he prefers it this way: there is a hole in the window to see each other through, but the wall still stands between you.

“Do you want to come inside, Kim? I could use some company.”

“Mind if I join you on the balcony?”

Say nothing.

KIM KITSURAGI — The lieutenant doesn’t speak another word. You hear only the occasional soft puff of the cigarette, lulling you into an uneasy sleep. You have no idea how long he spends out on the balcony, trying to avoid the bed he’s made.

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #harry du bois #many thoughts about the mejeans and ‘’please call her kim’’ and ‘’she will hear about it on the phone’’… head full……#smoking tw #death mention

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muted-like-sunset · 11 months

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On Canvas

peeta mellark x gn! reader

peeta, in preparation for an art exposition in town, invites the reader to get a glimpse of his work. an early present is given in the heat of the moment.

word count: 2k

trigger warnings: one quick kiss, but other than that none :)

(mostly) unedited, all mistakes are my own

Peeta leads you backwards into his house, stepping expertly past the table in the foyer and leading you towards the kitchen. You could probably walk through it blind as well, you’ve been here a thousand times before. His mother had never been your biggest fan, but she hadn’t really ever been his, either. She has two older sons to look to, to harp over. It leaves Peeta mostly alone, which you love and hate in equal measure.

His sketch book slaps against the counter as he drops it, turning on a heel to get a drink from the fridge. He asks, with a glance over his shoulder, using only his eyes.

“Tea.” you answer, knowing the question on his mind, and reach forward for the sketchbook. You keep your eyes on only the first couple of pages, knowing you’ve seen them before and not wanting to intrude in case he’s working on something terribly personal.

You know you won’t find anything like that, not in this book. Some of the others up on his desk, maybe.

He sets your glass in front of you on the island as you slide onto a barstool, pulling yourself closer with your hands as your eyes stay trained on the drawings. He’d be the first to admit out loud that he kept the sketchbook going for you to enjoy. Inside, you can see the world around you through his eyes. They’re all in varying colors, some pairs of pages are just black and white, others all in color. A particular spread, one of your favorites, is a combination of water color and scraps of paper from the day. A ticket to the botanical garden, a depiction of a field of flowers in bloom, and a polaroid picture of you.

“Too bad you can’t just submit this.” you sigh, thumbing through the pages. Across the island he laughs, leaning down on his forearms and watching you with bright eyes.

“You know you’d be pissed if something happened to it.” he smiles, almost entertained by the idea. You stick your tongue out at him, looking back down to a spread in black and white, all in pen. “I’m right and you know it.”

You ignore his comment, reaching blindly for your glass as you take in the familiar sights. He pushes the glass into your hand, smiling.

“Have you finished the stuff you’re going to submit?” you ask before taking an ice cold sip of tea. The condensation of the glass wets your fingers, you wipe them on your skin the moment you set the glass down to avoid wetting the pages. You flip through them mindlessly, devouring his work with your eyes.

He’s quiet long enough to draw your attention, thinking where he leans against the counter across from you. A quick glance to him has him standing, holding out a hand to you. It’s an easy decision to stand and take his hand, letting him lead you to the stairs.

Down the hall upstairs, just before the end of the hall, is his bedroom. You’re expecting to be lead through the door, maybe to sit on his bed while he rifles through his desk for whatever he’d been working on. Instead, he leads you one more door down, to the actual end of the hallway, and drops your hand long enough to open the door. He pauses in the threshold for a second before stepping through, leading you inside.

Once, this room had been a play room of sorts. When Peeta and his brothers were younger and Mrs. Mellark had wanted to contain their chaos to a space. You hadn’t set foot in this room in years.

Oh how things change.

The room is more cramped than it had once been, darker and more lived in than the plain greys and whites that the rest of the house is. His dark desk, the one that had been in his room, is pushed against the wall in front of the windows. An easel sits on the desk, another in the corner with a half finished painting secured on it.

Painting is something that Peeta had never shown you, his art was typically restrained to whatever he could fit into a sketchbook. He’d always been too meek about his work, in your eyes. A sketchbook could be thrown into a backpack or a drawer, a painting could not.

It’s a struggle to not rush into the room, to drink in the swaths of color on each canvas. This room had to be terribly expensive, with all the supplies this work would need. Jars of brushes and countless paints sit on what had once been bookshelves on the far wall, now filled to the point of overflowing with various art supplies.

Holding your breath, you step further into the room. It’s a struggle, at first, to focus on anything in entirety. Your eyes dart from one canvas to another where they sprinkle the room like he’d laid them aside in a moments notice, too focused on whatever had gripped him to be careful about where they ended up.

“What's this one?” you ask, keeping your fingers away from the canvas closest to you by sheer force of will. It looks textured, almost. Like you might be able to reach out and feel the wisps of the grass he’d painstakingly remade between your fingers.

“Oh, that one was for the show.” he says quietly, looking at the painting with squinted eyes. Scrutinizing it, no doubt.

“How many of these did you paint for the show?” you murmur, voice lowered like you’re respecting the space’s tranquility. He smiles a little, eyes locked onto you as you look over his works.

“Uh, most of the ones here, actually.” he says quietly, waving a hand out, palm up like he’s showing off a room and not two dozen canvases leaned against walls or table legs. From where you stand, it’s easy to glean that each painting is equally impressive. One, leaning against the leg of the dark table in the room, has a glimpse of fair skin and freckles.

“Do you paint anything for yourself?” you ask, eyes locked onto what you can only guess may be a self portrait. Curiosity reaches its claws up into your mind and whispers to go to it, to pull it from the stack and see. Instead, you drop your hands to your sides and turn in place, taking in the piles of unused canvases, the dried paint on every surface.

He hesitates, for a moment, and it’s enough to draw your eyes to him. He's studying you, locked on like he might have not heard you. “Peeta?”

Your voice shakes him from whatever had been on his mind, straightening a little and tilting his head with closed eyes, thinking. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, there are some for — for me.”

You nod, not wanting to intrude. There’s another question on your lips, but then he’s speaking again.

“Do you want to see them?” His voice is quiet, almost shy. It’s a little strange to see the boy so nervous, to have this obvious contention of your usual vision of him right in front of you. You’re used to seeing him at ease, smiling and laughing and unnaturally beautiful. Immediately, it strikes you that he, of all people, should have no reason to be shy.

“If you’ll show me, I'd love to see them.” You give him a small smile, hoping he won’t pull the rug from beneath you, understanding if he did.

He nods, turning from you and shuffling through a few canvases, tilting them a little as he looks through them. You’re immediately distracted by the definition of his hands. Painter’s hands, you think. Precise, steady, and gentle. The sheer sight of them thumbing through papers strewn across the desk is enough to make your face heat.

After a minute, he glances up from his collected few. He gestures you over with a hand, looking back down at the group he has selected as though he might change his mind on what to show you. The moment you arrive at the table, all breath leaves you.

On the papers, there are scenes made from all sorts of mediums you can’t name. Some are just the impression of a moment, the way the garden behind his house shines after rain or the reflection of sunlight off of skin. Others are more detailed, down to the individual fine hairs of a hand laid on the porch railings, the way that the paint sinks into the grain of the wood.

“Peeta, these are incredible.” you breathe, eyes darting from the art to the artist. He stares at you through long lashes, giving a half smile.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, looking back down at the pieces. He reaches across the desk for a stack of canvases, lifting the one on top and pulling one from beneath it. Its familiarity strikes you and you reach out for it, not hesitating as he passes it into your hands for inspection.

Another impression, but you know instantly that it’s you. It’s easy to pick out your own features, however non detailed. The fuzziness of it is puzzling to you, you can’t place where he may have seen you like this.

“I dreamt,” he says softly, close to your ear. Explaining even though you hadn’t voiced your confusion. “and I had to capture it before it was gone.”

He’s dreamt of you. You smile, looking over the painting with fresh eyes. Fuzzy, but clearly yourself. Like a dream, that was it.

“You’re genius, you know that?” you ask, looking up at him from the painting. “Absolutely genius.”

He flushes, a sweet pink tint coming up his neck and coloring his ears. Instead of answering the compliment, he moves to the shelf and pulls down a plain sketchbook, offering it out to you. Giving him a quick glance, his blue eyes bright, you look back down to the offered book. You’re careful as you set the painting down on the desk, turning to take the sketchbook in your hands. You give him another look to make sure he’s certain he wants you to see it.

“Go ahead, before I burn up over here.” he laughs, reaching out to tap the cover with a finger. You open it slowly, carefully like it may be fragile. Inside the cover, you’re immediately met with a quick painting of the lake you visit during the warmer months, the flowers around it in full bloom. Every turned page is another glimpse at your lives together - the shine of the too white lights at school on a desk, your hands entangled together over grass, a dark blackberry and its stain on pale skin. You flip through slowly, watching as though from the outside.

In a way, you are. This is how he sees the world, how he sees you. You look up at him halfway through, turning to find a blank page.

“I was going to wait for your birthday,” He explains, watching you with a shy smile. “but it’s so much easier if I can paint you when you’re there. I don’t want to miss anything.”

You could laugh, can feel the gleeful sound bubbling up in your chest. He wants to paint you, it’s enough to make you cry or scream from the windows how much you love this boy. Instead, “You’re such a romantic, Mellark.”

He laughs, quiet and peaceful. The sound winds its way to your heart, tucking itself safely inside.

“It’s easy with you.” He murmurs.

“Quit it before I burn up over here.” You parrot him, smiling as he reaches out to pull you in. You hum against his lips as he kissed you, pulling back with a smile. “I don’t know how you expect to get this back from me to finish it.”

“I have my ways.”

#peeta mellark #peeta mellark x reader #peeta mellark fluff

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ilovetulips · 2 years

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KISS THE CHEF

steve harrington x fem!reader

𖦹 reader has a bad week at work, and comes home to her husband making her recreating their first date to help her relax.

𖦹 swearing, use of y/n, so much fluff. so much. , mentions of stress, husband!steve, fem!reader, flashbacks (good ones!!!!)

𖦹 2.2k

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the slow sound of your car engine dying down is a juxtaposition to the speed of which your thoughts are travelling at. your mind had been racing all week, stressed from work and coming home late each night. you’d stepped into your shared home carefully, wary enough to not wake your sleeping husband in the nearby bedroom. usually, he was asleep by the time you’d gotten home. after-all your shifts were dragging along to 11 at night, you arriving back home in the pitch black night. when you’d eventually sneak into your bed after warming up leftovers steve had kindly left you, worrying you’d go hungry when coming home, he’d stir and cuddle into you as if to say ‘welcome home’. it saddened you each time his face was buried into your neck that you’d have to leave earlier than you knew your sleepy husband would wake the next morning. this had been your ever present routine for the past week, and you were oh so stressed.

steve could feel it radiating from you as you lay rigid in your bed together, tossing and turning all night; resulting in only a few hours sleep for you before returning to your busy work schedule for the next day. he grew more and more worried for you as the days went on, and finally decided to do something about it on the saturday night. steve works too, in a small video rental store not far from your abode, but he doesn’t work half has often as you. it was always a trait he admired, being able to follow each dream you caught a glimpse of and riding it out until you felt it no longer served you purpose. ever since the first time you met in highschool, he’d picked out your quirks and characteristics he was in awe of. his days were much more relaxed and he had much more free time than you, so he wanted to show you how much he appreciated you.

you were glad to finally have some time home from work for the next week, starting saturday night. you’d somehow managed to leave work much earlier than you had previously, at 9:04pm to be specific. the drive home took 23 minutes, not that you were counting, and every yard closer you were to home, you felt your heart grow with a fondness of seeing your steve. so, with a gleam on your face you step through your home’s front door sneakily; steve didn’t know that you’d be home early tonight and you intended it to stay that way. however, as you step through your house’s threshold, you’re greeted with none other than the familiar yet comforting smell of…

“shit!” a mumble sounded from the kitchen. your voice ached to call out to the brown haired boy you loved so much, yet you decide against it to keep the element of surprise. you take your work heels off and set your belongings on the rack behind the door before being taken over by the mystery of the comforting smell. you stumble over yourself and catch balance on the open archway, giving yourself the clearest view of your husband over the stove. a small smile creeps up onto your face as you see the frustration laced into his god-like features. how did you find someone so perfect?

as you contemplate how to approach him, his hands begin rapidly grabbing the ingredients set on the counters that surrounded him. you could see that he was really trying, and decide to slip your hands around his waist and press small kisses to his back. instantly, he melts into your arms as you let out a small giggle at his relief.

“smells good, what’s all this hm?” you mumble into his back, eventually realising the small pink knotted ribbons tied around his waist. eyebrows knitted in confusion, he turns around to face his beautiful wife. your hair up in a sleek up-do, professional for work and your flattering uniform with that lopsided smile he loved so much never failed to take his breath away.

“cookin’ for my favourite girl, what else does it look like sweetheart?” he says, pushing a kiss to her forehead and secretly wishing for it to make a permanent mark.

your hands slowly trail around the bright pink ribbon encasing his waist, slowly smirking as you read the big letters ‘kiss the chef’ covering his chest. when did he get this apron? you laugh hysterically, so much so he has to cover your mouth himself to stop your infectious giggles from reaching him.

“i think it’s time you shushed, [Y/N], ‘kay? maybe read the apron again too?” he said, his hands vibrating slightly with your muffled bursts of laughter. a teasing eyebrow lifting up on his forehead only made it worse, causing another fit to bubble from your chest.

“sorry! sorry… it was just so unexpected. i’ll give you your kisses, no need to be so desperate harrington.” you manage to say in between hiccups before balancing on your tiptoes and grabbing his face either side. placing delicate kisses to each part of his face, trailing down his towards his neck dangerously slow before nibbling his earlobe slightly and whispering “food’s burning babe.”

with that, steve’s head snaps backwards towards the over-boiling pot of water with curses of “shit!” “fuck!” “oh jesus…” you take it as your sign to leave, before he’s pawing at your waist and telling you that he’s got something special planned. “there’s some clothes on our bed babe, get yourself all dolled up. food’ll be served at 9:45 on the dining table. don’t be late!” before winking and readjusting his apron to continue his cooking.

you had to fight every urge in your body to not watch the insanely handsome man dance around your kitchen to the radio and cook in his little apron, but you’d decided to engage in his small fantasy for the night and not think twice about work. so here you are, places last touches onto your lipstick before stepping back and taking yourself in, looking back at the unfamiliar woman in the mirror. you hadn’t been so glammed up since… well your wedding day. yet you couldn’t help but notice the specific clothing steve had chosen was the outfit you’d worn on your first date with him. it was quite a simple look, but didn’t stop steve’s eyes from wondering that whole night.

“you- you look amazing. like seriously… wow” he’d somehow manage to say, not failing to stumble over his words. “thank you, stevie. you don’t look too bad yourself.” too bad was just an understatement. he was easily the most handsome and enticing man you’d ever seen in your life, from his gorgeous locks of hair to his warm, kind heart. you’d loved everything about him for so long, ever since his king steve persona was ditched back in senior year. though, you couldn’t deny he was still insanely attractive when he was ‘on top of the world’ too. he looked at you in awe the whole evening, drinking in your thighs spilling out of that short dress you wore. he couldn’t help but think that you were in-fact the most beautiful girl on the planet, and he intended on making it very obvious to you for the night.

the minutes on the clock ticked over, interrupting your train of thoughts. 9:45. you dared to step out into the hall and make your way into the dining room. you don’t know what you expected, but it definitely wasn’t a dimly lit table with candles placed around a glowing centrepiece. faux flowers surrounded by fragile fairy lights, stealing your attention to give enough time for the tall boy to cover your eyes with his hands before you recognised the setting altogether. “you’re early, honey. supposed to be a surprise…” he spoke lowly in your ear, a hint of insecurity lacing his last few words. “whatever you’ve got planned in that mind of yours baby, i’m sure i’m going to love it. and i’m not early, your watch is a few minutes behind, remember?” you say honestly.

the warm hands covering your eyes move away, causing you to open your eyes to reveal a shy steve standing open armed in his cute little apron covering the very same outfit he wore on your first date. how you hadn’t noticed before is beyond you, but that’s the last of your thoughts right now. you run into his arms, earning a small ‘oomph’ to fall from his lips as his hands find his way into the back of your hair while placing kisses to the crown of your head. “so so thankful for you. how’d i get so lucky.” he mumbles quietly into your hair.

you look up at him, placing a soft kiss to his lips again, and again, and again. each time, his smile growing wider and wider. “love the apron, should keep it around more. gives me an excuse to kiss you… but right now i’m beyond hungry.” said with fake doe eyes as he meets your dark pupils. the dim lighting only adds to the atmosphere and tension in the room as he takes in your outfit. he raises his eyebrow before smirking at you, instantly clicking why he’s pulling that face. “hungry for food, steve. get your mind out of the gutter you perv.”

“what do ya wanna order, darling? all on me of course…” the cocky boy says infront of you with a wink. scanning the menu and considering the things you’d heard about this place, you’d finally settled on their spaghetti bolognaise. a basic choice? maybe. but safe none the less, and you’d heard that it was arguably their best dish. “spaghetti bolognaise i think, looks great.” you say, appreciating how open you could be with steve. other dates you’d been on would judge you for not getting a salad, so automatically you’d order whatever the fuck you wanted and left after telling them you won’t be intending on seeing them again. steve was… different. you could see a future with him. “you look great…” he says to himself with a smile, allowing you to catch his sheepish glance as a blush creeps up your neck.

“okay… don’t judge me. i tried babe, i really did. promise!” steve holds his pinky finger out as a quiet way of saying he’s being honest. his hand hovering over the silver plater covering the dish he’d just placed in-front of you. “steve…” you place your hand on top of his. “i won’t judge you, i appreciate everything you’ve done tonight so much.” an audible sigh leaves his mouth, instant relief flooding his body at the soothing words from his wife. “spaghetti bolognaise for the lady, my lady. on me of course…” he says with a wink sent in your direction, causing a slight blush to creep up on your cheeks. deja vu hitting you, even harder considering he doesn’t age visibly. how does he do that?

you can’t contain your emotions as tears prick your waterline. “oh steve… i don’t even know what to say. i love you so, so much. don’t know how i found an angel like you.” you blubber, his heart growing warmer at the sight of your sincere gratitude towards his kind gesture. “hey… hey. ‘course sweetheart. anything for my girl. i love you always, jus’ wanted to cheer you up after your week. if it’s too much you can just tell me—”

“no! no… it’s not too much. i love it. you’re the sweetest… so so sweet to me. i don’t deserve you sometimes i really don’t. thank you so much for this, for everything baby.” you ramble quietly. his hands fitting perfectly onto your face to wipe the falling tears away.

“don’t cry, [Y/N]… i already dropped a bit too much salt in there. your tears are gonna make it worse.” he says, waiting for a breathy laugh to leave your mouth before grabbing a fork and digging into the meal in front of him to encourage you to try too.

“i had a great night tonight, stevie. i… i need to tell you something.” you admit with a small voice that floods steve with fear. he liked you so much, he didn’t want you to say that you didn’t want to be more than friends. instant negative thoughts flood his mind while you build up the courage to tell the devilishly handsome boy next to you that you think you’re in love with him. you had been since freshman year. you’d been there when he dated nancy, when that ended, and when he attempted to find rebounds. he’d always scolded himself for missing what was right there, but was too scared to loose what you had already. “i think i love you, steve.” you said, pausing in the middle of the parking lot. steve had frozen too, unable to respond. specks of rain flittering between the both of you as he looks at you with parted lips…

“i love you so much it hurts my head to think about, [Y/N].” He said with a smile as you snuggled into him further on your couch.

“god you’re so cheesy. i can’t believe you still remembered what you said that day.”

“of course i did, best day of my life. kissin’ you in the rain… angel on earth.”

you look up at him, leaning up to press a kiss onto his lips. moulding together perfectly, the curves of his face being illuminated by the dim tv. “glad i bought that apron… don’t have to ask for kisses from my sweet girl now.”

“you never had to ask, chef harrington.” you say, smirking onto his lips before kissing them again.

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stevengrant-my-beloved · 2 years

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(booty so big) lord have mercy [18+]

Steven Grant x f!Reader x Marc Spector

Rating: Explicit

(gif is my own, idk this was the best one i could find that shows off the goods, like look at the curve jfc)

summary: steven and marc have a great ass and you’re obsessed with it. y’all have a bunch of fun, sexy times. that’s it (this fic is post ep 6 but i did take some creative liberties)

warnings: just detailed descriptions of various sexual scenarios, but also, it’s wholesome? fingering (both vaginal and anal), oral (f receiving, maybe also m idk if it counts), sex (vaginal and anal), pegging (obviously), body worship (that’s like the main one), semi public sex, unprotected sex

word count: 3.7k

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“Mornin’ babe…” you mumble into the sheets, arm reaching out to drape over the body lying next to you.

You’re greeted with a rough American accent, grumbling about it being too early to wake up, before you’re pulled close and two thick arms wrap around you, effectively crushing you against Marc’s chest.

You wiggle around in his hold just enough to free your arms and bring them to his back, rubbing at the tense muscles there. Marc relaxes a bit, moving to rest his head in the nook of your shoulder. You continue kneading the muscles on his back, his shoulders, slowly moving lower until your fingers are pressing into his lower back.

You trace idle patterns on the skin there, ever so slightly dipping your fingers into the waistband of his black boxers before-

“Fucking hell [Y/N]-“ Marc groans, scraping his teeth against your shoulder as you grab his ass under his boxers, squeezing his cheeks and humming at how round and full they feel in your hands.

What a lovely start to the morning.

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Steven drops a pinch of fish food into the fish tank, talking to the little goldfish (Gus 2.0 and their new addition, Goldie) and occasionally Marc. It seemed like he had more control of the body today, and he’d decided to go about sorting through his books and cleaning up the place a little.

You were working on one of your projects, putting together some documents, looking up every once in a while, to watch Steven go about his day, mumbling under his breath as he marked sections in different books. It brought a smile to your face, seeing them happy, seeing Steven and Marc at ease now that they were free from being Khonshu’s avatar.

Steven moved around the apartment, crossing over to the kitchen to grab a snack and as he made his way back to his desk, your hand shot out and smacked his ass, the resounding clap drowning out Steven’s cute little gasp.

“W-what was that for?” he exclaimed, turning to face you with wide eyes. His cheeks were flaming red and he squirmed as your hand groped his ass cheek before you moved it up to grab his hip and pull him close to you. You looked up from your laptop screen with a mischievous smile, chuckling as Steven rolled his eyes. You tilt you head up a little more, puckering your lips in a silent request, and Steven smiles as he leans down and pecks you softly. You try to deepen the kiss but he pulls aways and fixes you with a look.

“Don’t you have work to do?”

“Ugh, yeah, but it’s boring!” you groan. “I’d much rather be doing you,” you say, waggling your eyebrows.

Steven blinks, before erupting into laughter. He’s leaning against you now, and his voice quiets down a little. He mumbles under his breath and you hold him as you watch his head droop a little. A few seconds pass before his head shoots back up and you’re now faced with Marc, who’s staring at you with a raised eyebrow.

“That was so fucking bad [Y/N].”

“Yeah well, it’s the truth,” you say, before you both laugh, holding each other’s hands and squeezing them slightly.

You really love working at home.

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“Oh, hiya love!” Steven greets you as you walk into your apartment, waving excitedly from his spot on the bed, where he’d been reading.

“Hey…” you groan out, feeling the energy seep out of your bones the second you cross the threshold and drop your bag onto the couch.

It had been quite a tiring day at work, what with a new client dropping a project out of nowhere, leaving your department scrambling to make up for the loss. You’d already spent a sizeable amount of the assigned budget for this new project and to have them come out of nowhere and say they didn’t want to continue the project anymore was frustrating as hell.

Steven peered at you with concerned eyes as you slowly peeled off your coat and stripped down to your underwear before walking into the shower, shoulders slumped and head hanging low.

“She looks tired…”

Yeah, we gotta do something.

The two make their way into the bathroom, which was filled with steam. You were in the shower, hands braced against the wall as you let the hot water from the showerhead fall over you, the heat soothing your aching muscles a bit. At the sound of the bathroom door closing shut, you look up to see Steven undress, before squeezing himself into the shower and standing behind you, his hands settling on your hips to steady himself.

“Hi sweetheart…” he sighs, kissing the back of your neck and lightly massaging your hips. “Bad day at work?”

You scoff. “Yeah, just an all-round mess.” You turn around to face Steven before dropping your head down against his chest. The hot water rained down over the both of you, and you felt Steven move a little to grab the body wash, before lathering it up in his hands and scrubbing your back.

While his hands worked on cleaning you up, yours slowly crept down his back and over his ass, your fingers digging into the round cheeks. You lifted your head up and onto his shoulder, looking down at your own hands as they squeezed.

You could hear Steven panting, his warm breath washing over the skin of your shoulder. One of your fingers dips into the space between his ass cheeks, sliding over his puckered rim, which clenched slightly.

“Can I fuck you?” you whispered, your voice cracking slightly. “In here? Don’t wanna move to-“

“Gods yes, please-“ Steven groans, moving to kiss you, while you blindly reach over to grab the lube that Marc had decided to stash in the bathroom when he’d gotten a little too impatient that one time.

Neither of you was in any mood to draw this out. You were tired from your long day at work and Steven and Marc had already had their own little fun time when you’d been at work, so neither of you was going to last long.

You had Steven leaning against the shower wall, his back pressed against the wet tile and one of his feet resting against the little ledge on the side as you fingered him. One of his hands was moving furiously over his cock, while the other was situated between your legs. His fingers rubbed at your clit, the water and lube making everything so slippery but feel oh-so-good.

You curled the fingers inside him, trying to find that spot inside him that made him sing, and it didn’t take long until your fingers were pressing right over that bundle of nerves, over and over, meanwhile, Steven’s fingers continued laving attention on your pussy, switching between rubbing circles around your clit and dipping into you, feeling how wet you were.

You were vaguely aware of just how depraved it all sounded, your moans echoing in the shower, the slick sounds of your fingers in Steven, his fingers inside you, his hand moving over his cock, the occasional sound of skin slapping together, all made louder due to the water that dripped down on them.

It didn’t take long for Steven to spill onto his own hand, cum dribbling down, some of it getting washed down the drain. You weren’t that far behind, tensing as you felt your orgasm wash over you. You come around Steven’s fingers, clenching rhythmically around them, and even after you come down from your high, his fingers continue to move inside you, feeling the wetness, before bringing his fingers up to his mouth and licking them clean.

You moan, slipping your fingers out of him and kneeling in front of him, licking at the remnants of his spend that dripped down his cock and his thighs, before reaching back to squeeze his ass again.

“Your ass just made my day less sucky.”

Steven shook his head and laughed, before helping you back up on your feet. He spent the next few minutes cleaning the two of you up, relaying messages to and from Marc, while you vented about your day.

Eventually, you moved to the bed, where you snuggled close to Marc, who’d fronted at some point between your walk to the bedroom. He wrapped himself around you, letting his weight press you down against the bed just the way you liked it, and pretty soon, you were fast asleep, one arm spread out beside you, while the other stayed wrapped around Marc as your hand stayed on his ass.

You really loved that ass.

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“Oh fuck, Marc, please- oh my god-“

You craned your neck down to see Marc resurface from his spot between your legs, his lips and chin glistening. He smirked as one of his hands reached up to intertwine your fingers together, before dropping his head back down to lick at you core, his tongue moving all over you.

Your free hand moved towards his head, your fingers grabbing his curls in what must have been a painful grip, as Marc ate you out. The sounds that filled the air were absolutely obscene as he swirled his tongue around your clit before sucking your pussy lips into his mouth, making your back arch off the desk that he’d pushed you on top of earlier.

You were in one of the empty conference rooms in your office. It was after work hours, so the only people in the building were the night guards and a few people that worked for the other companies that shared the building. When you’d told Marc that you had to stay back at work to finish up some stuff, and that everyone else had left, he’d wasted no time in showing up under the pretense of accompanying you back home so you wouldn’t have to be alone so late at night.

That had been an hour ago. He’d watched you work for a bit, sorting through some files and what not, and when you’d announced that you were done and ready to leave, he’d stalked over to you with that smirk of his and pulled you into the closest conference room, before pushing you down onto the table and pulling off your slacks and your panties along with them.

“Marc…” you whimper, the grip you have on his hair tightening as he smiles against your core. You want to tell him you want him, that you need him to fuck you, but it’s getting harder to form words in your mouth and all you can do is moan and squeeze your thighs around his head.

After what seemed like hours but could only have been a few minutes, Marc stands back up on his feet, his hands dragging up over your legs and thighs, squeezing them lightly as he moves to stand between your hips. You can see the clear outline of his hard cock straining against his jeans, and before you can focus on anything else, he’s unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants down just enough to free that giant cock.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Marc looked like a mess, his hair standing up from the way you’d grabbed it earlier, and his face was flushed red and wet from the nose down. He looked so fucking sexy it made you want to scream. He grabbed the back of your thighs and pulled you closer to the edge of the table, before licking his fingers and rubbing your pussy, making sure you were still wet enough to take him.

You hooked your legs around his hips as he slowly pushed into you, his cock stretching you out and filling you up, making you quiver and moan out loud. Marc licked his lips, before grabbing your hips and thrusting deep into you, smiling with satisfaction as he watched you grip the edge of the table.

Everything was a blur after that. Marc set a punishing pace as he fucked you hard and deep, making you clench around his cock. At some point he’d pushed your shirt and bra up to expose your breasts, and he’d taken the time to leave hickies all over them, biting and sucking at the skin harshly before soothing it with gentle licks.

You mouthed at his neck, biting at the thick vein as he continued fucking into you, when you felt his head drop against your shoulder. His hips continued thrusting back and forth, stuttering every now and then when you clenched around him.

“Bloody hell, I can’t believe we’re doing this at your work, this is insane,” Steven whispered right against your ear, before standing up straight, pulling you up with him. Your hands instantly moved into his pants and grabbed his ass, urging him to thrust deeper into you, licking up his neck and sucking on the spot behind his ear that you know will get him to move faster.

“Steven, fuck- oh, right there, baby, please- where’s- where’s Marc?”

“I’m here, we’re here-“

“We’re both here.”

They sounded drowsy and you feel their hips falter against yours, slowing down and speeding up at random. Steven and Marc were both trying to chase down their orgasm, and you were holding on for dear life, your nails digging into the skin of his ass cheeks. You were so fucking close, but it still wasn’t enough, so you keep grinding your hips against theirs until-

“I’m cumming- oh my fucking god- fuck-“ you scream, feet digging into Steven and Marc’s lower back, holding them in place as you gush around their cock. You slumped against the body holding you close, arms wrapped tight around you as the cock inside you pulsed, and suddenly you were being filled with thick, hot cum.

“Fuck that was good…” Marc whispered as his hips stuttered, and you both feel the cum inside you leaking out from where you’re still joined.

You stay like that for a bit, foreheads pressed together as you come down from the high of your shared orgasm. A quick look to the left has you gasping because good lord, it was so late and you still had work tomorrow.

“Okay we need to leave-“

“Not without cleaning up!” Steven exclaimed, pointing at the mess on the table and down on the tiled floor.

You make quick work of cleaning yourselves (and the office, which you make sure to lock up) before quietly leaving, your hand in Steven’s back pocket, and his arm slung around your shoulder as you walk out the front door, avoiding the gaze of the nightguards.

“We…we actually shagged in your office-“ Steven whispered excitedly. “That was-“

“Fucking awesome, I know,” you say with a toothy smile as you pat his ass. “Next time, bring a condom so we can avoid the mess.”

“Oh hell yeah,” Marc whispered, leaning over to kiss you, biting your lip lightly, like a promise.

“Next time?” Steven looked scandalized, like he hadn’t just had semi-public sex a few minutes ago.

“You know what? Maybe next time we should hit the museum. Steven, you know any good spots in there where we could fuck?”

You giggle as Marc and Steven bicker back and forth, Steven appalled at the possibility of being caught and being fired again and Marc having fun teasing their shy, adorable boyfriend.

These boys were going to be the death of you.

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You loved the weekends. Two whole days where you and your boyfriends got to just kick back and relax, catch up on some TV shows, lounge around in your underwear, and just enjoy each other’s’ company.

You find every opportunity you can to smack that delicious round ass of theirs, watching it jiggle, delighting in the way Steven gasps and blushes, or the way Marc leans in to the touch, grunting softly before pulling you towards him and kissing you.

Sometimes you’ll sidle up behind them and grind your hips against their ass, and Marc or Steven will whisper ever so softly if you could fuck them, and you pretty much live for those moments.

So here you are now, kneeling on the bed facing Steven, who’s laying face down on the bed with his ass high in the air while you finger him open, watching the way his hole stretches around your fingers. You’re already strapped up, the harness digging ever-so-slightly into your hips and the big, veiny dildo hanging from the front, which you grind against Steven, watching his skin erupt in goosebumps.

You continue fingering him, listening to him groan against the sheets as he fists them. From time-to-time, you hear Marc’s moans mixed in there too, telling you to hurry up and just put it in already.

You opt to ignore his urges, because the dildo is a little big and even though they’d used it before, you don’t want to risk hurting them, so you take your time stretching them out.

“[Y/N], please…” Steven whispered so sweetly, turning his head slightly to look at you with those pleading eyes and who were you to deny him anything?

Your pull your fingers out of his hole, before quickly applying a generous amount of lube over the dildo. You lean closer towards Steven, rubbing the lubed-up dildo against his hole, watching it clench around nothing.

“Hey babe? I wanna try something…” you hum, pushing the head of the dildo into his hole slowly and watching it stretch around the formidable girth.

“What- fuck, what did you have in mind?”

“Wanna see if you can come with just this. You think you can do that?”

“[Y/N]…” Steven groaned, feeling the head of the dildo push into him fully, waiting for the rest of it to fill his insides.

You lick your lips, feeling the temperature around you rise a little. “You didn’t answer the question baby.”

“I’ll try, please- please just fuck me.”

“Alright darling, I got you.”

You slowly thrust into him, watching the rest of the dildo disappear into him, and you both groan as you bottom out, your hips pressed flush against his ass.

“Remember, you can’t touch your cock yeah? Want to make you cum just using your ass.”

“Good lord [Y/N], please-“

And without much warning, you pull almost all the way back before thrusting back into him. Your thrusts are pretty hard and deep and you relish in the way Steven’s ass jiggles when your hips smack against him at every thrust.

You really, really, love that ass.

Seemingly on autopilot, you bring a palm up to your mouth, licking it, before raising it up over Steven’s ass, and smacking it down onto his right ass cheek, hard, watching the skin redden.

You still for a moment, keeping an eye out for Steven’s reaction, but it turns out you don’t have much to worry about because he moans really loud, his back dipping even lower down onto the bed.

“Oh gods, do that again, please-“

“Fuck, you like that baby?” you ask, fucking him with shallow thrusts as you grope his ass. You watch him nod against the sheets, and so you decide to give him what he wants.

With every few thrusts of your strap-on pressed into him, you’d raise you arm and smack him on his ass, alternating between hitting his right and left ass cheek. You switch from deep, hard thrusts to fast, shallow ones, hoping to find his prostate, and when you did, Steven cried out, thrusting his hips back against you and sobbing as he urged you to go faster.

You could tell he was close, and a quick look down at the sheets between his legs confirmed it. His cock had leaked profusely down onto the sheets, leaving a giant stain of precum. And all without touching his cock.

“You close?” you mumbled, biting your lip as you tried to keep up a consistent pace, but watching Steven fall apart, all because of you had you feeling light-headed.

Marc was the one who answered. “Yeah- fuck, we are, keep going, please- [Y/N], please-“

His words were a little slurred, and you hear Steven chiming in, adding his own set of pleas, so you fuck into them, sweat dripping from your forehead at the exertion. It’s like you’ve got tunnel vision, the only thing that mattered in that moment was giving your boyfriends what they wanted, you wanted to make them feel good, you loved that you could make them come undone, and one a particularly hard thrust, you raise both your palms, licking them to make them wet and cool, before smacking their ass cheeks in succession, left, right, left, watching the skin flush red, and before you know it, they’re coming, groaning out profanities, still pushing back against the strap-on as they chase their orgasm.

You watch them with amusement, wiping the sweat from your forehead and pushing back the hair that had fallen over your eyes. Steven had slumped down onto the bed, wincing when he felt his precum smear against his stomach. The dildo had slipped out from him, making a squelching noise from all the lube.

You straddle the back of his legs and spread his ass cheeks, watching his gaping hole try and clench around the air, and because you were a little tease, you dipped two fingers in, thrusting in and out slowly just to watch him squirm from the overstimulation.

And just for good measure, you smack his ass again, before bending down to press a few quick kisses to the red skin, feeling the warmth, and you snicker as a weak moan reaches your ear.

“I get it, you love my arse,” Steven grumbles, drowsiness evident in his voice.

“Hell yeah I do.”

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i tried to be a little more accurate with the DID representation, consulted videos from systems online to best portray co-consciousness and switching, but please let me know if there's anything that feels wrong in my writing. i want to be as respectful about this as possible, but know that if i did something inaccurately it was not my intention. i am open to constructive criticism and i hope you enjoyed the fic :]

#m writes #moon knight fic #marc spector x steven grant #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector fic #steven grant fic #marc spector smut #steven grant smut

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link to chapter one.

link to chapter two.

Fall of 94′: Eddie Munson x Black Reader Chapter 3

summary:

it’s been nearly 8 years since the events of hawkins and out of the entire party, the only one to stay behind is the one and only eddie munson. with a five year old daughter in tow, his life is a simple one, still trying to escape the dark cloud over him that never went away.

but when all too familiar hellish events start happening again eddie must team up with his daughter’s favorite and mysterious new teacher to protect his little girl and the town he owes nothing to.

warnings: violence, gore, religious trauma, soft dom! eddie, discussions of mental health and ptsd, praise kink, smut to end all smut, hawkins indiana is a warning to me. minors dni

yall aint ready for this chapter

When you got to your classroom, you already had a visitor in the form of Vice Principal Carver, itchy ill fitting suit and all, sitting in your desk chair.

“Good morning Principal Carver, how can I help you?” You asked, trying not to cringe as the man put his feet on your desk, resting them on top of your kids’ art projects.

“ Principal Tucker is checking in with all our staff this morning about yesterday’s events. There will be an assembly for the students later on this afternoon but I told him I wanted to see you personally.” He said, finally standing to his feet and sauntering up to you.

“Oh, well that’s very nice of your Principal Carver but I’m fine. It was a difficult day but the kids and I got through it the best we could.”

“We’ve heard such good things about your class so far, your teachers across the hall have nothing but nice things to say about you.”

“That’s good to hear.” You said with a small smile he did not return but instead moved closer to you than what was necessary.

“ It’s almost like you were dropped out of the sky, sent to help us in our time of need. You know I don’t think Tucker ever told me what school you were at prior to Hawkins? I haven’t had a chance to read over your file just yet.”

“I was at Abbott Elementary in Philadelphia, left for a change of pace. Is there something I can do for you Principal Carver? My students will be in from breakfast in a few minutes and I need to get things started.” You said, putting some bass in your voice.

That made him smile and he pointed at the name on the desk in the back.

“Rose Munson is also why I’m here. Should you have any issues with her, you will come to me directly.”

“I should?”

“ Her embarrassment of a father went to school with my late brother, so I feel it is my responsibility to make sure his offspring is brought to heel as early as possible. You are new to Hawkins and you are unaware of the good and bad this town has to offer so I trust you’ll keep an eye on things?”

“With all due respect Vice Principal Carver, should I have any issues with any of my students I will handle it myself and with their parents should it escalate to that. I may be unaware of certain things in this town but I’m not unaware of how to protect my students, Rosie Munson included. Now if you’ll excuse me-

You’re interrupted when the actual principal pops his head in, flanked by two police officers. Your heart is in your throat but they don’t even look in your direction.

“Carver, we’ve got a situation, let’s go. “ Tucker explains.

“Hawkins is a good town full of good people, it might be in your best interest to come to heel like everyone else.” Carver whispered in your ear before leaving.

The moment he steps through the threshold of the classroom, every single door in the hallway slams closed, including yours.

As if on cue, a few of your kids come racing in, putting away their stuff, no knowledge of what had just transpired.

You quickly wipe the blood from your nose and greet your students as the rest file in.

“Good morning class!”

“Good morning Miss!” They recite back, taking their seats.

“ Now yesterday was pretty tough and it’s okay if you were scared. It’s okay if you’re still scared right now but you don’t have to be, as long as I am here, you should never be afraid of anything. What does Miss always say?”

“ Rain or shine, if we work together we’ll be just fine.”

“ Exactly. Now we’re gonna take it easy today so take your color pencils and we'll draw for a bit, how does that sound?”

“Yay!”

“ Great, let’s get started and then if anyone would like to, we can share something fun we're doing this weekend.”

The day ends quieter than it started and with a big hug from Rosie, you send them off to their buses in the pouring rain.

It’s dark by the time you leave school but you’re not too worried.

Carver be damned, today was a good day.

A day for the longest time you’d never thought to be possible, a prepared daydream during your worst days, silly to others but so important to you risked everything for it.

Everything was going to be fine.

Except for the brief moment you took your eyes off the road, glancing at the bandana in your passenger seat only to look up and see someone standing in the middle of the road.

The last thing you see before your car crashes into a tree is the figure in the road coming into full view.

A girl in a cheerleading uniform.

“Before we wrap up for today, how have you been sleeping Eddie? Any more nightmares?”

Eddie sighed, ceasing playing with his rings, careful in the way he answers his therapist. He called them for an emergency appointment after Rosie’s horror story yesterday and immediately regretted that decision seeing as “ I think the hell spawn from another dimension that nearly killed me is back and wants a rematch” was not an acceptable answer to “ what brings you in today?”

“The pills help but I don’t like them. I mean,what if Rosie needs something in the middle of the night and I’m so under I can’t hear her?”

“We can lower the dosage if that’s what you’d like but I think we need to build a better framework for combating your anxiety. There’s something at the root of all this that we haven’t explored yet and when you’re ready, we can do that. Do you feel meeting me today helped?”

“As much as it could.” He responded, the first honest answer he had given since he walked in.

“You know, you won’t give me the exact details of what happened to you and that’s alright, maybe you’ll never be ready to disclose that. Whatever happened to you, you came out the other side of it, Eddie. Something terrible happened to you but that doesn’t make you any less of a person or a father.”

“You sure about that, Doc?”

“ Mr. Munson, your life is not a series of atonements and at the heart of the matter, you only change what’s right in front of you. I’ll see that we get you a new prescription and let’s get you scheduled for another session soon.”

They exchanged goodbyes and feeling no better than when he came in, headed to the nearest payphone to check in with Wayne and his wife who were watching Rosie for the weekend.

Night munchkin, be good for Uncle Wayne, okay?”

“I’m always good Daddy!”

First night alone in months, he didn’t know if he was looking forward to or afraid of the quiet that awaited him back home.

The idea of fixing his guitar with a few beers went out the window as he drove up on a car smashed into a tree, hood still smoking in the rain.

He could keep driving, report it from a payphone and keep moving. No doubt they’d find a way to pin this on him, the final push to drive him out of Hawkins.

But Rosie wouldn’t want him to just run away and after all these years, he made a promise to himself to never run away from the dark ever again.

So that’s what led him, armed with a flashlight and a pocket knife, to emerge from his car, hoping he wouldn’t be introduced to a charred body.

“ Hello, is anybody out here? Can you hear me? I can get some help, you just need to make some noise. “ He bellowed, shining his light into the car only to see smashed glass and a bandana.

His bandana.

“Shit, shit, shit!” The apprehension he had vanished and caused him to break out into a run on the slick road, racing around the car to check the backseat and trunk but there was no sign of you.

A whimper coming from under the car had Eddie on his knees in an instant, the flashlight rolling away from him but that didn’t stop him from reaching out a hand.

“Hang on, I’m gonna get you out! You’re gonna be okay, just don’t go into the light!” He shouted, fumbling for your hand in the dark with one hand while grabbing the flashlight with the other.

Eddie finally managed to get the flashlight on, aiming it under the car to better see you but what he found sent him scrambling.

Before he could even cry out, the cause of his nightmares had its tail around his neck, yanking him across the road, the demobat’s grip growing tighter around his windpipe no doubt ready to make up for lost time.

This was it, the upside down had finally come to finish what it started.

At least Rosie wasn’t there to see her father die.

He’d never see his daughter again.

His vision swam, rain and lack of oxygen turning everything to a blur as he tried to reach for the switchblade in his pocket but the bat was faster, teeth mere inches away from sinking into his throat.

But then that doesn’t happen.

A wild cry split the sky as the demobat was ripped from his body, exploding like confetti in mid air before falling in pieces on the road.

Choking and sputtering, Eddie shakily got to his feet, flashlight in hand and blade out aiming in the direction of the scream only for you to come out of the shadows, soaking wet with your arm outstretched in the direction of the bat, blood dripping trickling out of your nose.

Eddie had only seen one other person bleed like that in his life.

“ I can explain.” You muttered weakly before your eyes rolled back into your head, collapsing into the rocker’s arms.

“Jesus H. Christ.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x yn #stranger things fanfiction

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azikarue · 11 months

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Mayblade 2023 : Day 14 : Sorcery

Ryu Granger, Tyson, Bladebreakers | FFN Rating: T | FFN Link ❖ It put a smile on Ryu’s face to hear his grandson outside jiving with his friends. It had been too long since he’d stood in the kitchen and listened to the whole team bicker and battle and bond.

Ever since the gang had touched down in Japan, they’d been training morning, noon, and night in preparation for the upcoming World Championships. They barely even stopped for meals – Tyson and Daichi were remarkably chill about it.

That, and the fact that every single one of them were way taller than he remembered, made it feel like they were growing up right before his eyes.

Ryu was drying his hands on a dish towel when Tyson toed off his shoes and crossed the threshold into the dojo.

“Smells good, Grampa!” he said, nodding to the stove where dinner was simmering away. He grabbed half a dozen bottles of water out of the fridge, then set them aside so he could crack one open for himself. “Can’t wait to eat. Daichi’s stomach’s been growling for half an hour now.”

His voice turned sarcastic toward the end and Ryu smiled fondly.

“Any of your friends stayin’ for dinner, T-Dawg?” He knew the answer already. Some nights Hilary, Kenny, or Max would go home, but more often than not, they all stayed until it was too late to do anything other than collapse onto the training room floor.

“Yeah, I think everybody is.” Tyson took a drink of water and wiped his mouth on his wrist. “Oh, except Max,” he added. “He has to go back to the dentist. Lucky guy gets to leave before Hilary’s last set of death drills.”

Ryu raised an eyebrow.

It had only been a few weeks since the Bladebreakers were back to training as a team and Max had left practice early three times. This would be number four and something, probably the rehashed excuse, seemed fishy. There were only so many reasons boys Max’s age skipped out on their responsibilities and since he wasn’t usually the kinda kid to skive off…

“Everything okay with the little dude?” he asked, even as he began to paint his own picture of what was going on. Some of his suspicions must have shown on his face, judging by the look Tyson was giving him.

“He has a cavity, Grampa,” Tyson said, waving him off. “He’s not lying to get out of practice. Max just has the decency to tell us when he has places to be. Unlike Kai; when he disappears, it’s radio silence.”

“Kai’s been cutting outta practice early too, then?”

Tyson hesitated for a second, before answering, somewhat reluctantly, “Well, no. Sometimes he’s gone when we wake up. Or we’ll just look up halfway through practice and he’ll be gone. That doesn’t mean that Max is trying to get out of practice on purpose.”

“I didn’t say he was trying to get outta practice. But I do think your homeboy might be hiding something.” He ignored Tyson’s doubtful expression and asked, “What’s the lowdown on his other excuses?”

“I don’t know Grampa. Something about the Hobby Shop and a video call with his mom?”

Ryu hummed thoughtfully and tapped his chin. “Does he seem nervous before he leaves?”

“Why would he be nervous?” Tyson countered, the non-answer giving Ryu all the reason he needed to do more digging.

“Does he stutter?” he asked. “Fidget? Blush?” He leaned closer to Tyson with each word, carefully studying his reaction.

Tyson leaned back, eyebrows knitting together. Then, after a few moments of hesitation, he said, “Maybe sometimes? I think he feels bad leaving early.”

Aha! The kids really were growing up.Ryu straightened up and crossed his arms over his chest. “More like Maxie’s got himself a stone-cold fox, ya dig?”

“A what?”

“A girlfriend, T-Dawg!”

Tyson blinked, staring at Ryu like a deer in the headlights, before his lips curled up into a smile and he burst into laughter. “A girlfriend?!” he cackled, nearly doubling over he was laughing so hard. Eventually he calmed down enough to choke out, “Max wouldn’t cut practice for a girl, Grandpa!”

“Love is a strange kind of sorcery, Tyson,” Ryu said sagely. “One day, you’ll find a foxy mama of your own and you’ll understand.”

Tyson wrinkled his nose in disgust, all traces of laughter suddenly gone. “Grampa, don’t ever say that again.”

At that moment, Hilary poked her head inside, effectively cutting the conversation short.

“Tyson! When exactly are you planning on coming back outside?” she asked, a special irritation reserved for his grandson in her tone. Ryu smirked when he heard it. “Thanks to your dawdling, you missed the rest of Max and Daichi’s battle. Next time, I’ll get the water if you can’t do it in a timely manner.”

“Relax, Hilary.” Tyson rolled his eyes and scooped up the water. “I’m coming – you don’t have to nag.” He breezed past her, pausing only to step back into his shoes, and left to rejoin his friends. No doubt he was moving faster to get away from the third degree Ryu was giving him. Lucky he had all the information he needed.

“Sorry about that, Grampa.” Hilary bowed her head apologetically. “I need to steal Tyson back.”

“More power to ya, Homegirl.” He winked.

“Thanks!” Hilary smiled and followed Tyson back outside.

As if on autopilot, Ryu brought up the rear.

Outside, Kenny was checking out Strata Dragoon with Daichi on one side and Ray on the other. Hilary joined their circle, reading Dizzi’s screen from over the top of their heads. Kai was on the porch, a little farther away, always on the outskirts of the group, but close enough to hear everything that went down. Tyson was handing the last water bottle to Max, who was still standing in the dirt beside the bey dish. For now.

“Sorry I missed you pulverizing Daichi,” Tyson said, patting Max on the back, nearly causing him to slosh water all over himself. “I’ll have to catch Kenny’s instant replay.”

“He’s a defensive type,” Daichi moaned. “Strata Dragoon should’ve had an advantage.”

“Quit whining, Daichi,” Tyson scolded. “Draciel isn’t just any defensive type. Even I have trouble against him.”

“Stats aren’t everything,” Kenny piped up, fingers gliding over his keyboard. “Max battles smart and strategically. Honestly, you could both stand to take notes.”

While Tyson and Daichi rounded on Kenny, demanding to know what he meant by that and why he wasn’t picking on Kai or Ray, Ryu kept a close eye on Max. He was watching the scene unfold with a grin on his face. Ryu was sure he was the only one seeing how he snuck glances at his watch, drumming his fingers on his water bottle and watching the others for an opportunity to make his exit.

Sly dog.

“Max,” Hilary shouted to be heard over Tyson and Daichi’s bellyaching, “don’t you have a dentist appointment? Don’t let these two make you late.” She shot the pair of them a pointed look.

Ryu watched as Max took an overly obvious look at his watch, like he didn’t know exactly what time it was, and fake surprise.

“Yeah, sorry guys,” he sighed, the reluctance in his voice clashing with the fact that he’d already started backing slowly towards the front of the dojo. “I have to go.”

“Good luck!” Ray said, having slid further back on the porch to get away from the Bermuda Triangle of Tyson, Daichi, and Hilary that poor Kenny was currently at the center of. “We’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Let us know how it goes!” Hilary chimed in.

The rest of the team echoed similar sentiments and Ryu kept a keen eye on Max who was definitely starting to sweat.

“Oh, uh, thanks guys!” His laugh and wave reeked of nervous energy, solidifying Ryu’s theory with each passing second.

As Max gathered up his things with oddly unsteady hands, Ryu was piecing together another way he could back up his hunch. And it was a way that only he could pull off without rousing suspicion. Ryu smirked. Sometimes there were perks to being old.

“Thanks for having me, Grampa,” Max said as he passed, polite as always but with a glimmer of excitement in his eye that the dentist wouldn’t see on the best of days.

“Anytime, Homie,” he answered with a thumbs up. “Catch ya on the flip side.”

Max smiled, waved, and started to jog away.

He was almost out of earshot when Ryu chuckled to himself, and shouted after him, “Hey Maxie, don’t forget to wrap it before ya tap it, ya dig?!”

“Grampa!”

He ignored Tyson’s indignant yell and the sound of one of the others choking on their water, in favor of watching Max trip over his own feet on his way out the gate. When he glanced back, his face was beet red and, judging by the poorly-concealed guilt, Ryu hadn’t been totally off base about his girlfriend theory.

He chuckled to himself and watched as Max left at a new, forcibly sedate, pace.

“What’s everybody freakin’ out about?” Daichi piped up, looking around at the rest of the team with obvious confusion.

“Sorcery, Little Dude,” Ryu answered when none of the others would meet Daichi’s eyes. “The strangest kind of sorcery.”

#mayblade 2023 #beyblade #adding this to the pile of fics I've stared at too much and now can't tell if I like it #it's a big pile nowadays #this prompt was hard and I sure went some kind of direction with it #azrfic #azikarue #azikarue394

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The art for this story is from @jimmyjims ! 🥰

Fairy Magic

It all started with a harmless, unremarkable replica of a fairy on Zelda's shelf. She had pulled out a thick, dusty code of law and the figurine slipped from the edge so suddenly that she barely shifted the book and caught the fairy. Maybe it was a remnant of last year's holiday decorations. The scent of old paper was already tickling her nose, she had put it back without looking and forgotten about it.

A few hours later, she had — still immersed in the depth of Zora trading laws — grabbed for her pen and found a sugar cane of all things in her hand instead. Frowning, she left it on the plate with her half-eaten, cold lunch so that the servants would put it away. She rubbed her fingers in the napkin and shook her head. She needed to talk to Link, as much as she enjoyed his company, he couldn't clatter her working space with sticky sweets.

Evening came and brought twinkling stars shining through her window, with Link knocking at her door.

"Hey, wanna go to the festival with me? They have excellent fritters filled with goat cheese. Nearly as good as Ulli's." He nodded toward the plate and the telling pile of empty tea cups beside her. "You could use a break."

Zelda rubbed her temples, realizing belatedly that she smeared ink onto her cheek from her thumb. "Not today, sorry. I have to get this done, unfortunately." Her smile, a little forced at first, grew brighter and brighter the longer she looked at him. If only she could spare more time for him… "Did you like the book I picked out for you?"

He leaned casually into the doorframe and chuckled. "The one about the finery of diplomacy? Fa-bu-lous."

She threw the napkin at him. "I meant the novel and you know that. We can debate it if you want. As soon as… I'm done with this."

"I'd love to. Nothing better than explaining to the Queen of Hyrule how she misunderstood an entire book." Snorting, Zelda picked up her pen and aimed at him and he ducked his head, laughing. He was the one who got it all wrong on a regular basis.

"So, you really can't come with me tonight? They have sweets and games, too."

Her lips were pressed in a thin line. "Sorry. I need to work through this tonight."

"That's what you said yesterday, too. Different book, same excuse." He smiled, crossed the distance to her desk, and kissed the inky spot on her face. "You work too hard, really. Nothing bad will happen if you skip…" He flipped the book close with a thud. "... Zora trading law. Oh, how very interesting."

"King Ralis proposed a novelization of the contracts and you know how inexperienced he is. If I don't stay on top of things, nobody will."

He left with another kiss and a shrug. He didn't mind going with his knight friends, but she still felt bad, no matter how often he reassured her he was aware of what he had signed up for.

Zelda sighed, thumbing through the book. Did he have to close it? He could at least have left his index in the gap. Ah, there. Wait, had he secretly set a bookmark for her? Smiling, she turned a smooth straw star in her hands. Okay, that was cute of him. He must have snuck it in on purpose! She tucked the star into the letter rack and turned it so that it would shine on her while she worked. It would be a long evening.

Zelda yawned, half stumbling over the threshold of her study. It was entirely too early to be awake. Her eyes refused to cooperate, orders from the Queen herself or not. She needed to get ahead of her work and if the day didn’t have enough hours, only the morning and the night remained.

The sun, still clothed with a veil of gray winter fog, filtered through her window and cast a mix of dim light and muddy shadow on her carpet. On, off, on, off. She shuddered, successfully rolling the unsettling feeling of prison bars from her shoulders. She wouldn't think about that time of her life now or she would never get anything done.

Hm? What was there in the light specks anyway? She circled the spot, carefully avoiding disturbing the pale light. Were those shadows in the form of shooting stars? Yes! She swirled around. There, on the glass of her window, she spotted shooting stars made of colorful paper, spreading all over the surface like a meteor shower. Wow, how beautiful! But… who had put them there? And why? Well, whoever it was, they managed to raise a smile from her. But now, back to work!

The servant calling her for the meeting with King Ralis pointed at the falling stars, a silent question ghosting over her face. Zelda shrugged, rubbing her aching nape. "Maybe it was the maid who cleaned the study last night? Who was on duty yesterday… was it Elisa?"

The servant nodded. "Maybe her children made them. It's cute! I wish someone would treat me like that, too. But now I have to insist that you come with me, unfortunately. Maybe she decorated the conference room, too." She laughed about her own joke, and Zelda joined her, both in laughing and on her way to the meeting. At the door, she waited for the servant to leave and took a moment to stretch her limbs. Her back was destroying her, she was not looking forward to sitting straight as an oak through several hours of discussions. It was no use. She pulled herself together and pushed through the heavy door, literally and figuratively.

Skies above, what a mess! Her chin held down the too many folders in her arms and Zelda pressed the door handle down with her elbow. Barely clutching everything, she pushed the door to her study open with her behind. Ahem. Hopefully, nobody saw her like this, a queen using her rear end to open doors... Thankfully, the corridors were empty at this unholy hour but what should she do? King Ralis' advisors had changed the whole freaking contract! She would have to double-check every single paragraph and she would do it now.

Whoa, wait! Who on Hylia’s green earth had put a flower arrangement on the middle of her desk? With an annoyed huff, she nudged it aside with the side of her head, the folders dangerously close to slipping from her grasp. She only managed to catch them with her thigh already on their way down. Who had put the flowers here? Everyone from Snow Peak to Castle Town knew she was courting Link. Their marriage was scheduled for spring, so logically, she hadn’t gotten flowers or gifts from suitors for months.

The folders were finally neatly stacked on her desk, so she could take a closer look at the arrangement. Fir branches served as a base for a handful of midnight blue candles and pine cones dusted with glitter were carefully arranged between ornaments made of smoked glass. There was no card, however, so maybe not a suitor. Hm, odd. The servants usually didn't bother with flowers, the only exception being her birthday. Well, she would find out eventually, but now, back to the papers!

She dropped on her chair and opened the first file, a tired sigh escaping her throat. If only the old advisors of her parents were still here to help, but they fled at the first signs of the invasion and had never been seen again, so it was just her and five folders full of neatly lined papers.

Three pages in, the piney smell of the flower arrangement wafted over to her and she raised her head from the contract. She should light up the candles, it would be a shame to let them go to waste and a little more coziness might lift her spirits. Wasn’t there a box of matches somewhere in the drawers of her desk? Ah, here. Her gaze lingered on the tasteful candles and she caressed the smooth surface of a glass snowflake with her fingers. The midnight blue, the fir branches… this was a bouquet for Nayru’s Eve, right? She smiled at the beautiful arrangement, but then, her smile dropped and so did her stomach. Spirits, was it this close to Nayru’s Eve already? Oh, boy, she would never get everything done until then!

She woke up to Link nudging her awake. The seams of her sleeve had left an imprint on her cheek and her hair was splayed all over the papers. Oh, ouch, her neck was stiff from lying in a strained position.

“Zelda, come on. You need a break, don’t argue with me, please.”

“I’ll take a break soon,” she mumbled, but he swept her up from her chair and into his arms. Goddesses, he was so warm and cozy; her eyelids immediately started wavering again. “Only a few minutes, okay? I need to…” Wait, had someone engarlanded the walls of her study? With crystals?

“You need to work, I know, I know,” he reassured her, his calm voice lulling her back to sleep, the festoons already forgotten.

Bright sunlight shone into her eyes and she jolted awake, her blanket pooling on the floor of her bedroom from the impact of her action. How late was it? The sun was high, had she slept the whole morning? Oh, no, that couldn’t be true!

Her commotion had alerted a maid who popped her head through the door to Zelda’s bedroom. “Oh, you’re awake. Do you want me to prepare a bath?”

“A bath?!” Zelda sputtered, jumping out of the bed and running over to her closet. “I don’t have time for such nonsense, I need to get back to work! Why didn’t you wake me up at the time I instructed?”

The maid dropped her gaze to the carpet. “Um, Master Link told us to let you sleep as long as you needed, so we decided to wait until you woke up on your own.”

Oh, sweet summer child, Link. He meant well, she knew that, but… “Okay, it’s no use now. Help me with this cursed dress and then you’ll bring me tea and some scones to my study. I wish not to be disturbed until dinner. Or no, better until midnight.”

“As you wish, Your Majesty.” The maid’s voice sounded timidly from behind her and she pulled hurriedly at the cords of Zelda’s dress.

Closing the last buttons of her blouse herself, Zelda rushed to her study. There was an entire army of tiny fairy sculptures lined up on her shelves, all performing different, elegant dancing positions, but Zelda couldn’t care less who put them there. She had lost four hours this morning and the next meeting with King Ralis’ and his advisors was scheduled for tomorrow!

The meeting went better than Zelda had expected. Suspiciously good, to be honest. King Ralis had started to stand up for the points he wanted to make rather than getting spoken over by his advisors. He was young but they were mostly on the same wavelength when it came to the benefit of both kingdoms, so suddenly, the whole process had become much easier for her. Now she just had to bring everything in a presentable form. Hand lingering on the handle of her door, she frowned. It was almost as if King Ralis had been coached for the meeting. But who—

The door to her study swung open and she was hit with hundreds of twinkling lights, all of them floating at the ceiling. Link stood in the middle of her room, uncorking a bottle and setting just another pinkish glowing ball free.

“Hey.” He smiled, warm and sweet, gently pushing the light up towards its companions at the ceiling with the back of his hand. “Did everything go well with King Ralis? Or should I ask after the advisors?”

“Yes, we reached an understanding. King Ralis was actually a good negotiator today. I just have to—”

“Nuh, nuh,” he said and chuckled, crossing the room and closing the door after her.

“Link,” she started, her voice already going quiet.

“I know, you’re busy. I'm happy that King Ralis was an equal today — I bet that saved you a lot of time." From behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and put his chin on her shoulder. “I won’t keep you too long, I promise.” His lips found her cheek and he peppered her skin with little kisses, his warmth enveloping her like a duvet. “Close your eyes,” he whispered and she did, leaning back against him. Goddesses, she needed him, the safety of his arms, she just—

“Can you hear the faint melody?” His hand stroked a lazy pattern on her forearm and her muscles slacked further with every little caress he spoiled her with. “It’s the melody of Nayru’s little helpers gifting every child in Hyrule with magic powder. The fairies leave it behind, dusting Nayru’s proteges by fluttering their tiny wings to keep them safe for another year. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

She nodded. The quiet, featherlight chime together with the little nudge of his nose against her cheek gave her goosebumps. Hardly audible, she breathed, “They usually don’t come for adults.”

His lips pulled upward and the light stubble on his cheeks grazed her skin. “I admit I had to call in some favors.”

Humming barely audible, she nestled herself further into his arms, the ache of her neck and her shoulders slowly slipping from her body.

“Hey, don’t doze off, love.” He chuckled into her ear and squeezed her arm. “Don’t move and don’t open your eyes. I’ll be right back.”

The door clicked and Zelda mourned the loss of his warmth. She might have taken another peek at the fairies, too, but she didn’t turn so that she wouldn’t ruin the fun for him. She had never seen so many in one place!

Thankfully, he kept his promise and was back quickly, making shuffling noises she couldn’t identify.

“I’m here,” he muttered and took her arm. “Keep your eyes close, I’ll guide you to your settee.”

One yelp from her later, she sat on his lap, and chuckling, he buried his face into the crook of her neck again. “Sorry." He raised her hand to his lips, kissing a line from her wrist toward her hand, his lips lingering in her palm. With some trial and error due to her temporary blindness, she cradled his cheek, stroking her thumb over his warm, rough skin.

"Tell me what you smell," he said, a smile in his voice.

"Hmm…" She leaned back at his shoulder again, taking her time. "You."

That drew a quiet laugh from him that shook them both. "And what else?"

"The fir branches. I could make them out anywhere, I sat next to them for two long days."

"Is that so?"

"It was you, right? You decorated everything for me."

Humming, he kissed her temple. "You wouldn't slow down so I thought I'll bring the holiday mood to you."

"You're the best."

"Oh," he said and laughed, "we're not finished yet. What else do you smell?"

"Hm. Not sure?"

"Okay, don't move now. I'll help." He shifted, stretching his arm out for something.

"Chocolate?"

"Yes! You can open your eyes now, but be careful."

A mug of steaming hot cacao was in his hands, nearly as big as his grin. On her tea table, he had prepared another mug for himself, and on a plate cake after cake piled up. There was no way that she could taste them all.

"Wow, where is this from? I didn't know you could bake?"

"Oh, I can, actually, Ulli taught me. But these are from the festival in Castle Town. The cook won't let me near the kitchen anymore." He cleared his throat, his lips twitching into a grin. "For reasons completely unbeknownst to me."

"Aha." Zelda laughed and accepted the mug from him. He took a bite from a ruby-red cake with a pastry fork and offered it to her. The cake was heavenly sweet and had just the right amount of squishy softness.

"Berries?"

Link shrugged and shifted her on his lap so that he could reach his mug. "Maybe? I have forgotten what I ordered, it was just so much."

Zelda shook her head and kissed his hair. "There are ways to keep track of things, you know. Pen and paper, it's called, if I remember correctly."

"For something so unimportant like cake? Nah. I'll just taste them all. I like the ink smeared on your cute face better, anyway."

Her laugh turned into a sigh too quickly for her liking. "You know that I have to go back to work soon?"

"I promised I won't keep you long. Just kick me out when it's time and open the window for the fairies. They'll find their way back alone."

Humming, Zelda curled up in his arms again. "Not yet." She met his eyes. "I have a little surprise for you, too. King Ralis' advisors agreed to include Yeto's goods in the trading law. You'll be able to get Yeto’s soup in Castle Town soon."

"Well," he said and laughed. "For that, I'll forgive a lot of working hours."

"Thought so." She closed her eyes and allowed herself to slip into sweet drowsiness for a moment. "Come and distract me again tomorrow afternoon?"

"Anything for you, Zelda."

#zelink #legend of zelda #advent calendar #Day 14 #zeldaelmo writes #twilight princess

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OH oh goddamn *finger snaps like at a slam poetry reading* brb i need to grab my marshmallows so i can roast them over this fire.

you said it. every. word. damn. i have nothing to add. i agree with everything. and i think it's perfectly fine we talk about this stuff here where it doesn't directly impact them nor does it stir up drama with the bebé's in the mosh pit. so i don't think you're a hypocrite and i will throw a drop bear at anyone who says otherwise.

lmfao "aww, you're upset i'm fucking your man? TOO BAD WOMP WOMP" the way I just pissed myself laughing rn. im such a private person when it comes to my personal life, especially when i'm in a relationship. bc im also a bit protective/possessive of my mans. like not in a toxic way, but definitely in a 'his wellbeing is priority no.1.' if i was dating anyone who had some kind of following, i would want to protect his privacy and always ask him before posting something with him in it. bc you know damn well i'd be feeding his fanbase and they'd be eating good.

a little possessive/protectiveness is alright if it isn't toxic. it's hot when a guy is like 'you're mine and i'm yours and i will protect that with my whole life.' but when it starts interfering with day to day life or starting fights, then it's unhealthy.

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exactly. i like that this is a space that snc aren't on, and we can come here and say what we want without the fear of snc (for the most part) seeing it. i also feel like out of all the platforms, bc this side of the fandom runs a bit older (usually 20+), we're actually able to have discussions without it getting too crazy.

and if snc see anything on here, it's bc they searched for it. on twitter and insta, they can't help what they see. but here… they would have to purposefully search to find things about them and at that point you kinda deserve to see stuff lol

i mean personally i am a relatively private person, but i'm also someone that would shout it from the rooftops if i had a significant other. if i'm proud of you, i'm your biggest cheerleader. so it would be hard for me to not post anything. and in the hypothetical, if i was dating sam or colby (or whoever really), of course i would ask first if it was okay to post things. but i will add, i don't do well when ppl tell me what to do with my life, so if i had a bunch of asshole fans in my dms telling me i wasn't good enough…. let's just say for every comment like that, another picture of me making out with colby would be posted lmao

and yesssss. a little bit of protectiveness and possessiveness is hot. there is a layer to it. but once you cross the threshold of "you can't go out wearing that, you can't see this guy, don't look at anyone else" shit like that…. oh FUCK no and FUCK you lol

at that point, that's a you problem, buddy. i'm not the one being jealous and weird and dictator-y. get help, bc that shit RUINS healthy relationships so fast.

and good, i love a good discount sksksk

#ask #personal

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udretlnea · 1 year

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Gifting Chocolates to Yoimiya

Part of the Valentine’s Event for Favonius Library

Pairing: Yoimiya x Dimensional Traveler!Reader (You’ll see.)

Genre: Fluff.

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In the early morning, you cross the threshold between worlds. You clutched the bag full of chocolates he painstakingly made delicately, and stepped out into an open plain; the city is just to his left, where Naganohara’s Fireworks is located. The weather is fair with no signs of rain. A gentle breeze caresses his face and he strides towards the direction of Naganohara-Yoimiya’s home.

It doesn’t take long for you to arrive-you were a no-nonsense person and prided on being on time precisely on the minute. You find Naganohara Ryuunosuke examining some crates; his back is to you so step around so that he sees you. You know better than to tap a nigh-deaf man on the shoulder after all.

Ryuunosuke’s expression lights up when he sees you. “Oh! It’s you! Welcome back my boy.”

You bow politely, but not too deeply. “Hello Ryu-Ryuunosuke-san. You need to get used to referring to him by his first name Is Yoimiya here?”

“If you’re asking about my girl, then I’m afraid she’s not here at the moment. I think she told me she'd be busy with today’s fireworks. Then she ran off before telling me where she was going,” he said.

You tilt your head as you process the information. Hm. That’s awfully uncharacteristic behavior from her. And today is Valentine’s Day. This can’t be a coincidence. “I see. In that case, I suppose I’ll go find her.”

“Huh? Did you say something?” Ryuunosuke cupped a hand to his ear and leaned forward. “Speak up son. You know my hearing isn’t that great.”

“I said I’ll be going now!” You cup both your hands around your mouth.

“What!?”

“I’ll BE GOING NOW!”

“What? Already?” You nodded vigorously. Ryuunosuke’s expression flattens into understanding when he finally notices the small bag of chocolates you’re holding. He nods. “Ahhh I see what you’re planning to do. If you’re going to find her, then I suggest heading northeast from Hanamizaka.”

With one final nod, you wave goodbye to Ryuunosuke. He returns it and you go your way. You pass the giant sakura tree. You hear and sense some dogs and cats following you; their small footsteps tapping against the stone and dirt make you turn your head around, though you don’t stop your walking. Staring into their beady cute eyes, they make various small barks and meows.

It’s almost as if they’re asking for attention, you thought amusingly. A corner of your lip tugs upward. It’s…still early in the day. I suppose I could play with them…but not for too long.

You sat on the sidewalk, and almost immediately several dogs and cats gathered around you. You start scratching their heads one at a time with one hand while keeping the other with the chocolates out of reach; when one of the dogs poked their head too close to it, you’d lift it out of reach. They rubbed their heads affectionately against your limbs, your body, and your head. One of the cats even licked you! Adorable!

Hmm, it’s too bad I didn’t bring anything for them to play with. Okay, that’s enough playing. Daylight is burning. You stood up and dusted yourself off. The animals seemed to sense that you were done and-either they had been satisfied with your attention or something else-ran off. You walked out of Hanamizaka.

You continued northeast until you found yourself in Chinju Forest. There were stone Bake-Danuki statues here and there. You frowned as you came up to a red torii gate. Knowing that the Kamisato Estate was just over the hill gave you pause. Anxiety filled your mind, coming up with scenarios. Did she-was she visiting the White Heron Kamisato Ayaka? Perhaps Miss Kamisato placed an order and Yoimiya was currently delivering it to her? Assuming that was true, then it would mean you’d meet her when she was walking down the path. But what if she wasn’t here and you were wrong-

“Well, what do we have here?” A rough voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

You suppress a sigh. ALready you can imagine the straw hat wearing, katana wielding, annoying Nobushi. You turn around just to confirm-and yes, it’s a couple of Nobushi.

The three of them spread out and cover your exits. The one in the middle, you presume it's the leader because he’s purple and not orange like the other two, takes a step forward.

“Nice little bag you got there kid. How about you give it to us for safekeeping? It’d be a shame for you to lose it,” says Purple.

“Yeah. There are some real weirdos out there. They might pick on you and steal all of your valuables,” added Orange-1. Orange-2 simply laughed intimidatingly.

“Wow, did you guys practice that? Truly, I am scared,” You say flatly. You stare at each of them for a second, then stare back at Purple. “My apologies, but I’m saving this for a special someone. It’s a certain special day today and I wouldn’t want to be late for my social obligation.”

Purple snickered. “What? That for your girlfriend?”

“Yes.”

“...Oh.” Purple had the decency to sound surprised, at least for a second. He quickly recovered. “Well, I don’t suppose she’ll mind if you ‘share’ it with us?”

“Sure. You’re going to have to take it from me though,” you say as-a-matter-of-factly. You snap your fingers and an orb of Anemo manifests at the tip of her finger. You smirked almost arrogantly. “But you already knew that.”

The Nobushi unsheathed their swords. Everyone stared at each other for the slightest bit of movement. Nobody dared move.

Then a fruit fell from a branch with a thump.

You threw the orb down as a flash of steel blinked towards you.

One thrilling fight later…

You trudged towards Amakane Island with a torn bag; you needn’t look inside to know that a single piece of chocolate was all that remained after the fight. Who knew Orange-2’s sword would aim for your heart, exactly where you held said chocolate bag? Oh well, it didn’t matter anymore. The sun was already setting, and in a few more minutes it would be dusk.

And you haven’t even found Yoimiya.

You hike up the small empty island. You recalled that there weren’t any festivals coming up soon. Thus, there was no one there; it as now the perfect spot for some much needed reflection and introspection. You sat on top of a rock at the edge of the small cliff, dangling your legs absentmindedly. Your head was clouded with scenes of today’s events. Images replayed in your mind and you start pointing out how you could have done things better; you really should’ve just put the bag in your pocket.

Ugh, hindsight is truly a bitch, you thought to yourself. Then you felt a tap on your shoulder. Briefly, you wondered who the heck would come out to an island when it’s almost night when you stared into the person’s eyes. They were a golden yellow; the same ones as Yoimiya.

“What are you doing here?” That voice sounded like hers too-oh. Oh! It is her! Lucky you! It seems found you! She tilts her head cutely with a curious expression. “Amakane Island isn’t even rented out for any festivals you know. I’m only out here because I-uh, missed the view! Yep!”

“It’s-it’s just-uh,” you sputter, trying to regain some of your composure. You gesture wildly with your hands. “It’s Valentine’s today.” Fuck. Really smart answer there.

“Oh! Is it? I didn’t know, ehehe. I was busy all day making and testing out fireworks I completely forgot!” She says in that familiar yet adorable ditzy tone. She raised her arms dramatically as if she were caught doing something illegal like…shooting fireworks in the Irodori Festival.

“Mm. So…you know what?”

“Hm?” Know what?” She parrots back at you.

“I-I made-I made chocolates for you,” You stammer at first. You discreetly snap your fingers softly enough so that she doesn’t hear them. Swallowing your anxiety, you press on and hand a repaired pouch to her. Yoimiya takes it and notices its lack of weight. “It took all day, but I managed to create one I thought you’d like and appreciate.”

You bit your lip. It was a white lie. One that was so obviously bad even she’d call you out on it after a moment of clarity. Thankfully, she was busy examining the piece of chocolate you cooked. Yoimiya turned it over twice in her fingers. Then, after a brief moment of deliberation popped it into her mouth right there.

“Mmmm! It’s so good! Just the right amount of smoothness and sweetness blends perfectly…!” She throws her arms around you. You catch her so that you don’t both fall off the edge. You pick her up and sit her down next to you. She leans into your side, and whispers to you. “I love you~”

“I love you too, ‘miya. So much.” Yoimiya pulls away from you, smiling.

“Hmm, although, if you’re gonna come up with a more convincing lie, maybe you should put more thought into it,” she said. She winked at you knowingly. You smirk and squeeze her playfully.

“Don’t wink at me, you enjoyed it.” Yoimiya pouts at you with mock aggression, but it quickly melts away into a grin.

“By the way, I prepared you something too~”

And then some fireworks exploded in the shape of a heart in front of the two of you in some distance. You widen your eyes. You felt your jaw drop as more fireworks exploded in a dazzling array of colors and shapes.

All in all, it was a nice Valentine’s Day.

#yoimiya x reader #genshin x reader #gemhsin impact x reader

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violetmuses · 2 years

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“Make You Mine” || A Stephen Holder Drabble

TITLE: “Make You Mine” || A Stephen Holder Drabble

FANDOM: “The Killing” (AMC/Netflix Series)

CHARACTER: Homicide Detective Stephen Holder

PAIRING: Female Reader + Stephen Holder

MAIN STORYLINE: Meeting you by chance was no mistake.

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By Your Side - Masterlist

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Gonna make you mine.

If it tears me into pieces.

If it takes me 'till the stars are fallin' out the sky…

“Make You Mine” by Kwabs

2012

After Linden ducked out for the night, Stephen Holder was able to leave that precinct early for once. He’d planned to venture out before walking home, but those raindrops ended up falling right away.

There was no other choice but for Stephen to lift his hoodie and brace for cover, passing through this threshold. His herbal tea had cooled down, useless as a drink to warm him up this time.

He subtly watched you sit alone. You’ve cornered to perch by the widow, sipping coffee while reading a dog-eared paperback novel. The local shop had been quiet, especially since that Seattle downpour still raged out of every window at this point.

He didn’t recognize the book, definitely out of some loop and not as sharp to be familiar with its author. Yet, Holder felt entranced, glancing to notice how much you concentrated on each word, seemingly hanging on whatever story gripped pages.

“Excuse me?” His voice rasps as he carefully lifts one finger to avoid spooking you tonight. Tweakers and other creeps might not have lurked on this end of town, but he wasn’t dumb enough to act conceited or of course ask for much from strangers.

“Yes?” It’s not until he clears his throat and gently introduces himself without standing from the table that you notice him. You finally raise your head and set one bookmark between pages to make full eye contact with him out of respect.

“What book is that? I’m trying to read somethin’ other than police reports.” He chuckles through his own joke, but gestures towards the paperback in your head.

“Oh this?” You lift the book and he finally notices its title, making a mental note to visit the library soon. He then realizes that you haven’t even flinched at the idea of him working in law enforcement.

“Thanks, Mama…I mean..my bad…” He catches the slip of endearment and shakes out of that habit, trying to remember that he didn’t need to give out soothing tones around witnesses again tonight. If Linden wasn’t around, off-key flirting eased most ladies during questioning, especially once Holder opened his mouth to work.

“I heard that.” You say, taking another sip of coffee while facing him across this short distance between tables.

You dare to laugh between words and he nearly melts from within, feeling sprung for the first time since probably high school. Back in the day, crushing on a cheerleader felt damn-near euphoric.

“Sorry. It’s been a long night.” He clears his throat again, attempting to be genuinely normal.

“I get that. Got back from work and needed a minute here.” You shrugged, watching the rain while still taking glimpses. Stephen’s noticed that you’ve dressed with Business Casual attire, definitely not burned out and looking miserable like others.

“Me too. I’m just waiting here until the rain lets up.” Holder sighs, pouting for a moment as he faces the window.

“Need a ride home? I saw you walking two blocks away.” You offer kindness just in case and know he'd probably catch a cold soon.

“Nah. Thank you, but I’m fine.” Holder says, glancing towards his watch.

“Buses stopped running like two hours ago.” You shook your head, noticing how pitch-black skyline is.

“Shit.” Stephen mumbles to himself, trying to hide the fact that he cursed in front of you. “I don’t wanna bother you, though.”

“It’s fine.” You say.

Like a gentleman, despite this long day, Holder pays for both of your drinks before leading you out of the door.

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The drive home is quiet but cordial. You’ve let him sit in the passenger seat instead of having this man feel alone in the back. Plus, it was easier to speak with him from this angle.

Holder learned your name, committing it to memory despite the possibility of never even seeing you again. Small talk didn’t feel weird or uncomfortable for once.

He doesn’t even realize that you’ve reached his apartment until seconds later, feeling out of place already as he remembers that you lived elsewhere.

“Thanks.” He unfastens his seat belt before smiling at you, planning to unlock that sided door and exit your car.

“No problem.” You grin back, but suddenly take out your phone, opening a text message thread.

Seconds later, Holder’s phone chimes in one hoodie pocket and his reflexes move to find the device out of habit, unlocking its screen with quick fingers.

Y/N: Hey. Call me again sometime and maybe your tea won’t get cold.

Without leaving this car, Holder looks up at you with the biggest smile on his face.

#stephen holder x you #stephen holder x female reader #stephen holder x reader #stephen holder #fluff #meet cute #the killing #the killing fan fic #the killing fanfic #joel kinnaman fanfiction #joel kinnaman #coffee

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