#pressure is the only situation i mug up things in

[attapullman]

So Hold Me Close and Say Three Words | bungalow!Robert "Bob" Floyd

PART OF THE BIG WINDOWS, SMALL KITCHEN UNIVERSE

Summary: There's only one thing that can get your boyfriend's mind off the horrible popcorn ceiling.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: f!reader, smut, 18+ as always, cockwarming, pet name Honey, title is from McFly's "All About You"

A Note From Mo: Welcome to bungalow!Bob! A dash of acts of service, a sprinkle of a condescension kink, and a whole lot of extremely loving boyfriend. Live-in boyfriend Bob is my biggest indulgence so no one look at me, I'm fragile.

He’s been planted in the big easy chair all morning, staring up at the last project on his list before the kitchen, and sighing. Dragging long fingers through wild hair as his eyes take in the wide expanse of the living room. 

His arch nemesis: the popcorn ceiling.

The little dipples and spikes of joint compound taunt him daily. A major contrast to the rest of the bungalow, all smooth ceilings with stunning walnut beams - one major selling point of the property. And while the previous owner did a great job with the addition bringing in natural light with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the backyard, he was off his rocker for choosing popcorn ceilings. 

Bob hasn’t hate anyone more than the previous owner. Well, maybe the neighbor across the street who stops by a little too much.

Before he moved in, Bob barely noticed any features of the sweet green bungalow you owned. The majority of his time here was spent in the bedroom between your thighs. But the switch flipped that first weekend after he moved his shoebox apartment in. Lounging on the sectional, girl on his chest, book in hand, and one look up at the world’s ugliest ceiling. 

He had to fix it. You deserve your dream house and it was his mission to give it to you. 

The line between his brows is adorable as he mutters something rude at the drywall.

“Bobby, babe, it’s just a ceiling.”

Those wide cornflower blue eyes blink at you, as if noticing for the first time you’re also sitting in the sun-drenched living room enjoying your coffee.

“It’s an ugly ceiling.”

You can’t help but giggle at the disgust in his tone. “It’s not that bad, I don’t notice.”

Your sweet boyfriend just rolls his eyes and leans back, side-eyeing the offending design choice. 

Peering over the edge of your mug, you admire the way the mid-morning sunlight streams through his hair, highlighting it copper. His sweats hang low on his hips, underwear forgotten, black shirt slightly too small with how much he’s filled out with all the manual labor fixing up the house. 

While not the main reason you asked him to move in, pajama Robert Floyd is a high perk of the situation.

The scowl on his face isn’t quite as endearing. Your heart hurts knowing how frustrated he is by the ceiling. He loves you. He loves this house. It’s too much pressure on him wanting to make it perfect.

Ever since he permanently parked his truck in the driveway, Bobby’s been nothing but generous. He sees the charm and coziness of the bungalow, but also the repairs and fixes you’re too busy for. His entire leave was spent weeding the backyard, and your skin still heats remembering his muscles bulging after carrying the pile of boxes from the garage to the attic. 

While you won’t satiate your boyfriend by allowing him to drop cloth the living room and scrape every dimple of drywall off the ceiling today, you do have a better idea for getting Bob’s mind off his dreaded enemy.

His eyes widen as you stand up, admiring the way your body stretches in your cozy waffle knit robe before heading through to the kitchen. Listens to you fiddle with dishes before passing him again to the bedroom. Too far away to hear, he sinks back into the leather armchair, allowing his body to meld to the material while frustration sits low in his gut. 

The birds at the feeder chirp away before you return. Toes against hardwood catch his attention, and Bob’s head turns toward the hallway, mouth dropping open. 

You’re walking toward him in just his threadbare Naval academy shirt. The shirt you put on the first time you stayed the night. The shirt you were wearing when he last came home from deployment and you shyly asked him to move in. His favorite shirt.

“H-honey…” It’s an unfinished sentence as he takes in how the sunlight illuminates you from behind, baring the silhouette of your figure inside his shirt. 

A smile dances on your lips as you come closer, dropping something on the end table with a soft tink. A noise lost as you straddle Bobby’s thighs, his fingers racing to touch as much of you as quickly as possible. Groaning when he realizes that the shirt is all you have on, the soft flesh of your ass swallowed by his big hands. 

Your fingers smooth their way up his torso, gliding over the dark fabric until the long expanse of his neck pulses beneath your ministrations. Eventually curling into his hair, combing it back into place as he gazes at you earnestly. Within moments the two of you so deeply tangled it would take twice as long to separate.

Eyes filled with nothing but love, your lips quirk sweetly before pressing a kiss to his. Allowing it to linger before pulling away to explain. “I appreciate how much work you’re putting into the house, but I don’t want you to stress. Can I help you relax?”

In place of a response, he groans and pulls you tighter to him, relishing the feel of your skin. 

“Is that a yes?” Your laugh fades as he captures your mouth in a soft kiss. The sunlight highlighting him as you gaze lovingly into his oceanic eyes. The same color as the La Jolla print you bought last summer that he just hung up.

Bob is more than happy to spend the rest of the morning making out. Enjoying the soft warmth of you beneath his hands and the taste of your tongue. The morning sun setting the mood while the birds on the porch sing the soundtrack. It was perfect for him.

Well…perfect until you ran your thumb down the outline of his cock and breathed the most sinful words against his jaw.

“Actually, I was thinking I could keep your cock warm?”

His moan is more of a whine as he immediately swallows your tongue, so grateful for this Saturday morning surprise. Raises his hips as you drag his sweats down, releasing his slowly hardening cock into the space between you, already wet at the tip.

“Honey - ah, that feels s’good,” he interrupts himself as your hand wraps around him,”-but we should prep you. Don’t want to hurt you, honey bear.”

Your face splits into a gentle grin, so enamored by the way he takes care of you even when he’s hotly thrusting his hips into your fist. A grin that pops in surprise when his fingers trace along your folds, appreciating the arousal dripping over your thighs. 

It’s so hot that you only wear his shirt without panties.

His rough thumb slips along your clit, working its way in soft circles. It’s a treat the way your nipples harden against his shirt, level with his eyes as your mouth falls open with sounds only for him. He can’t wait to watch you fall apart stretched out on his cock.

A hand on his wrist makes him pause, your half-lidded eyes finding his. You give him a sly smile as you lean forward to the end table. “Don’t need to, you got me nice and open last night, remember?”

As visions of pounding you face down in the bed only hours before run before his eyes, his mouth opens to protest. He’s fully aware of how big he is and how tight you are.

You press your finger to his lips as you raise what you’d grabbed in the bedroom. “A little of this and we’re good, promise.”

The lube bottle slips between your fingers, applying the slick substance along his shaft as you press soothing pecks along his temple.

“Can’t wait to be full of you, Bobby.” His fingers dig into your skin. Your dirty mouth will be the end of him. Especially with how your eyes burn into his while you raise up on your knees, lining up his obscenely shiny cock with your dripping slit.

“You sure you can take all of me, Honey?”

His gaze meets yours with that steely hint of condescension right as his tip breeches your folds, your pathetic nod spurring the beginning of your descent. 

The popcorn ceiling is the last thing on his mind as your velvet insides take him in. The snug fit of you mixed with the heady scent of your sweat has him dizzy, wrapping his strong arms around you to maintain control. It’s hard to think straight when you take every inch of him so beautifully, the lube assisting your efforts.

“Almost there, so close,” Bob breathes against your lips, the hair of his pelvis beginning to brush against your clit. You’re at capacity and there’s still more. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been together, every time you think you’ve taken all of him, there’s always more.

Breath caught in your chest, his lips swallow your moan as you finally take him to the hilt, hips pressed fully together in their loving embrace. You’re so full, too full, deliciously full. His warm hand along your back soothes you, massaging while gritting himself against how good it feels.

You laugh through the consuming fullness. “This is supposed to be relaxing you, sorry.”

“Hon, never apologize for making me feel this good. This is exactly what I needed.”

Despite the tense way he’s holding his jaw, he looks content. Soft sapphire eyes shining with admiration, sandy hair swept off his forehead, a soft bead of perspiration trailing down his neck as he fights off the need to thrust. You cradle his jaw between your fingers, loving the way he keens beneath your touch. He’s out of a fairytale.

“I love you.”

“Love you more.”

Time stands still - the melody of the birds fading into the sun-drenched morning - as you bask in the feel of each other. Connected as one in the soft leather of his favorite chair. Soothing fingers trail up your back beneath his shirt, skimming the edges of your breasts, as your own trace the defined planes of his features. 

“I just want your house to be perfect. You deserve perfect things.” He burrows his face in the crook of your neck, placing a delicate kiss as he feels your satin walls contract around him.

You whisper against his hair. “It’s our house.”

Actions replace words as his hands travel up your shirt, crossing over your back as he holds you to him, dragging his lips over each spot of skin available. Skin warmed by sun is covered in adoration.

You shift, the pulsing of his shaft dizzying, as the acts of his love pepper your cheeks, your jaw, your sensitive neck. You love him more than words could ever express.

Love you. Love you so, so much.

When your foreheads finally rest against each other, antsy with arousal and admiration, Bob finally can’t help himself. A soft thrust up into your dripping center, the most delicious treat. The desperate whimper you release against his cheek only spurs him on, shifting his hips back once more only to sink fully into the home of your body.

“I think I’m done with cockwarming,” you admit with a breathless smirk as his hips buck into yours once again.

Your horny boyfriend has never heard more beautiful words. 

Strong hands grip your thighs as he pushes himself up to stand, your legs clenching around his lithe waist as your sense of gravity disappears. The shock instantly replaced by the growing hunger consuming you as he walks to the bedroom, still buried deep in you.

“Ugh, stop showing off. You know I think it’s so hot you can carry me mid-sex.”

Bob pauses in the hallway, leaning back to hold your gaze. “Maybe that’s why I keep doing it.”That cobalt steel back in place. “Now be a good girl and let me take you to bed.”

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[teddybeartoji]

Thoughts on Massage session with bff/roommate/bf gojo [idk who to assign this thought to, I just love the 3😵‍💫]

omfgggggggggggg massage sessions with roomie!gojo........... like really random ones. you're in the kitchen, making tea or smth when he comes from the gym, groaning and moaning about how his body hurts from the last session. you hear him plop down onto the couch and you just can't NOT tease him yk. aw, poor baby. etcetc and he just groans back at you from inside the pillow.

and then you join him in the living room and he's just........... laying on his stomach on the couch and it's so hard to ignore how good his back looks....... he's been hitting the gym so much and it's clearly paying off bc he's getting bigger and bigger every day. and you kind of... do want to reward him for that.

so, you place your mug onto the coffee table and then simply sit on his lower back. he's so startled that he almost elbows you by accident but you just laugh and tell him to relax. the tips of his ears go a little red, though. he's just surprised, okay? he's not flustered at all.

you situate yourself a bit further back, so you're sitting on his ass now and he hides his face into his arms (this pose makes his biceps look fucking insane btw). you ask him where does it hurt as you're letting your hands just glide all over his back, feeling the muscles contract under your soft touch. he just grumbles out a quiet everywhere. he's kinda cute sometimes, huh.

you start making your way up from his lower back, kneading the tight muscles, really working on the places that make him tense up and hiss under his breath.

harder. a smile creeps onto your lips and you revel in the chance of teasing him again; you ask him to repeat that and it takes a whole ten seconds for him to do it but alas - a low harder, please emits from the man below you. leaning down closer to him, you blow a little air into his ear and he stirs, giving you a peek at the pout on his lips. i hate you.

you can't hold back the burst of laughter that's bubbling up because of his childish actions. i'm literally giving you a free massage and this is how you thank me? you give his hair a ruffle before continuing on his back, now with much more pressure.

you don't stop until you feel all of the knots disappearing. satoru is now completely limp under you, only a few faint groans leaving his lips every once in a while. you rub his shoulders, digging your thumbs into his delts to make sure that all of his upper body has been taken care of. you give his neck a little attention too, drawing slow gentle circles into the back of it.

as the last thing of the treatment, you inch your fingers into his hair and you're sure you just heard him purr but to your own surprise - you don't comment on it. his hair is so soft (it always is) and you're now kind of doing this for your own pleasure. you twirl a strand between your fingers and then rake all of your fingers through it like a comb. he hums and you feel it travel through his body below you.

you give his head exactly two pats before sitting back down onto his ass while dragging your fingers one final time along his back. you draw a happy face into the big canvas and then climb off of him, throwing yourself down onto the armchair next to the couch. your tea is now cold but you're not mad. how could you be when you spot his shut eyes from between his now messy hair and his bicep; his whole body is rising and falling so slowly, faint breaths leaving his lips. ok, he looks very cute like this.

+ you can find more of roomie!gojo here!

++ thank u nonnie for sending me this!!!!!!!! i love massages and i especially love them when it's just a Couple Of Friends who are doing it yk hihhihihihi

#saw the ask and i was just flooded with thoughts immediately #i love it #i think roomie!gojo n reader are very Close #kind of a couple already they're just fucking stupid #ANYWAY MWAH MWAH MWAH #angel boy #friends!! #mickey is daydreaming #welcome to apartment nr23 #gojo satoru #gojo satoru drabble #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru x reader #jjk gojo #jjk #jjk drabble #jjk fluff #roomie!gojo

[thegnomelord]

Ahh I love the food thing that you got asked <3 food can have such a special place in our lives it's so precious

Ya think Hound develop concerning eating habits due to Makarov? Due to the whole stressful situation

I just want someone in the 141 to cook him a meal, filled with love and care, maybe Hound is in the kitchen watching them cook it for his own security.

I just want him to have a nice meal 😔

-🐙

I do feel like Hound would have some food hoarding habits or just distrust about eating something he didn't make himself. It wouldn't be the first time he'd gotten drugged through food...

But the 141 making food communally would be a fun idea lol so here's a quick brain fart :D :

You feel out of place. Well, you're always out of place, but you feel especially out of place sitting at the table while Soap and and Gaz busy themselves by the stove, Price humming to himself to the side as he gets the mugs to make tea. Ghost sits next to you grumbling under his breath, both of you in 'time-out' — you hadn't done anything (save for not being trusted around anything sharp), it's Ghost that had gone and microwaved beans in the can. Now Johnny swears up and down the microwave is possessed.

Your eyes flicker between Soap and Gaz, watching them cook you don't even know what. The only British 'cuisine' you know of is the cremated steaks Price would sometimes make you before. . . that. But nothing the two are making smells nearly as bad as the charred hockey pucks Price would feed you and Simon.

"Hey!" Your brought out of your thoughts in time to see Kyle swat away Price's hand with his spatula. "Don't you dare cap! I'm not about to get rained on because of your bad cooking." You hadn't considered Gaz could take charge, too soft in your eyes, but you're surprised by how tight of a ship he runs when he's by the stove.

"Alright, alright." Price huffs while Ghost lets out an amused huff. He's not quite laughing, but you can see the subtle tremor of his shoulders in silent laughter.

That gets Soap to point a spoon in Ghost's direction. "Oh yer one te fockin' giggle. Mr. 'ah cursed the damn microwave with me beans'."

"Sod off." Simon grunts, but there's no edge to his words. Soap tuts, but soon enough starts off rambling about something you're not quite able to follow along to when your eyes once again focus on where their arms are, how they move, paying especially close attention any time they rest them by their sides (even though realistically you doubt they'd try to drug the same food they'd eat).

You still tense when you feel Price's hand on your back, only now noticing that you'd started hunching your back, your shoulders raised closer to your ears. "You're alright, straighten your spine, sweetheart." His voice is calm, his hand warm as he applies gentle pressure on your back until you straighten back out. "There you go, good man." He rumbles, hand going up to ruffle your hair before he pulls away before his touch can turn into stinging pain to your skin.

You blink as a plate full of food is placed in front of you. The food smells good and doesn't look like it had been cremated, made with care you don't deserve. "I. . ." You don't know why but your throat feels clogged, like someone had poured hot tar into your mouth and forced you to swallow, the collar around your throat constricting your breathing even more.

Simon's shoulder bumps into yours, "If you don't eat that I will." The childish threat makes you breathe out a small laugh.

"Aye, the bastard's like Henry the hoover, he'll eat anything." Soap supplies as he sits down opposite of you with his own plate. Though you get the impression he's talking about himself when he stabs a sausage with a fork and almost inhales the entire thing.

"Mhm," You grunt, taking the fork. "I don't doubt it." You stab a piece of black pudding. It tastes earthy, but the small coppery tang of blood sizzles down your nerves, but fuck it tastes good.

"Look at that, is it good?" Kyle chuckles as he watches your facial features shift as you swallow the food, his own face that of pride like he already knows your answer, but you nod your head all the same.

#gnome correspondence #🐙anon #x reader #cod mw2 #male reader #trinkets from the hoard #captain john price #good dog fic #Hound-reader #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #captain john price x male reader #kyle gaz garrick x male reader #this was pretty quick and I intend to do an extended version of this when i finally get around to writing the next chapter of Good Dog

[neonghostlights]

Fuckboy!Werewolf!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Death of family members and parents (readers whole family is dead), Reader wears a nightgown, cussing, I think that might be it. 18+ only for all of my writing. Minors DNI.

Wordcount: 5k

Previous Chapter

You had made it two weeks without running into Eddie Munson again. 

And you used the term “running into” very loosely because it wasn’t like you stumbled into him, he just happened to randomly show up at your job. 

The last time you saw him was when you had had that very awkward chat in the bookshelves and you didn’t really want a repeat of that. You hoped that he had taken the hint and was going to leave you alone for now. 

You were off today. For once. And you really weren’t sure what to do with yourself. 

You hadn’t planned to do anything today, especially not sitting around and thinking about Eddie Munson. 

You had gotten the house clean and everything put away. All of your aunts' things that you weren’t holding onto had been either donated or put into storage for another time. 

You currently stood on your little porch, a hot cup of coffee in hand. The mug you held was obviously well used based on the small cracks in the ceramic and the worn down paint from where it had been used regularly. It was one of the few things you kept of your aunts and it made you feel like a fraud. You didn’t even know her and you were putting your mouth in the same spot she did when she had her morning coffee. 

Your eyes narrowed as you stared over your not-so-freshly-mowed-anymore yard. The whole situation unnerved you but you had the thought that maybe someone in town had stopped by and decided to mow it for you. Maybe it was a neighborly welcome present. Or maybe a lawn care crew had gotten the wrong address and it was a blessing sent from above that your overly paranoid mind couldn’t just let go of.  

You tried to ignore the fact that you didn’t have any neighbors and that you lived far enough away from the town for it to be weird if someone decided to randomly stop by. But it was weird enough to bug you.

And it was a lot of yard to mow too. You had quite a bit of land between the front and the backyards  plus all of the land that followed the drive leading up to the road. 

It really didn’t make sense. 

It felt like you were a few chapters into a mystery novel. Whether you were the victim or the detective was still to be discovered. 

You sipped your coffee suspiciously, your bathrobe pulled tight to hide the nightgown you thought made yourself more sophisticated. It didn’t. You just looked like a grandma but you still liked it anyway. 

Mornings like these reminded you of the days you would sit out on the porch with your grandparents while they enjoyed their morning cigarettes. Although you still weren’t smoking, it was a nice reminder either way. 

You gathered your cup, ready to head inside when you thought you heard a rustling at the side of the trailer. You leaned over the railing, keeping in mind the way it wiggled against your weight like it would give out at any minute. It was probably so old and rotted that any more pressure on it would cause that whole side of the porch railing to fall off completely. 

You had come to learn since you moved in here that there were a lot of things that your aunt hadn’t taken care of while she lived here. You didn’t want to assume that she was lazy by any means. You weren’t really sure of her mental or physical state and it may have been hard for her to keep up with. 

You knew she was young when she left your grandparents house at just freshly nineteen years old. You didn’t know all of the details but you had been trying to jog your memories to try to remember any passing mentions of her from growing up. 

From what you could tell her departure was sudden and it ripped a hole in your grandparents hearts. She never came back to visit but she did send letters every once in a while that you never managed to get your hands on. After their deaths, you tried to find them but you assumed they were tossed out or lost somewhere as your grandparents aged. 

Sometimes it felt like you were cursed since you had lost all of your family so young. All of the people who helped raise you had all departed the earth as soon as you hit adulthood. You wished your aunt was still around and that you knew where to find her sooner. Maybe it would have been nice to build a relationship with someone. You didn’t have many friends back in your hometown, no one to put up a fight or worry about you when you packed up and left. 

Maybe it would be nice to actually have a family. 

The little bell dinged over the doors as you stepped inside the small general store. 

You weren’t here for many things, mainly just to check out their selection of tools and such to help with fixing your porch railing, the hole in the living room wall, and the leaky bathroom sink. Those were just the things you could list off the top of your head today. You were sure there were more underlying issues that you would discover before the end of this week. 

It was like the newness of the trailer had worn off for you and with your aunt's things out it was blatantly obvious that you had bit off a lot more than you could chew. 

It was later in the day than you would like to have made it out to town. You had gotten a little sidetracked earlier and one chapter of the new book you picked up earlier that week turned into six. 

“Welcome! If you need help finding anything then let me know!” A short woman with dark hair called out from behind some cans that she was strategically trying to stack into a pyramid. 

She dropped one while she was waving her hand at you and it hit the tiled floor with a smack before rolling to your feet. You crouched down to pick it up and walked it over to her with a sympathetic smile. 

She took it from you, with a thank you before wincing at the dented side. She put the can in the middle of the soup pyramid, surrounded by other cans to hide the dent. 

“I was actually looking for some stuff. I was wondering if you could tell me if you have some hammers, nails or just normal stuff to fix up a crappy trailer?” You inquired with a shrug, holding the crumpled notebook paper with your shopping list sloppily jotted down on it. 

“Well,” the lady started in an apologetic voice. “I’m afraid we don’t have much of any of that here anymore since the hardware store got a well deserved upgrade a few streets over. My son actually works there and he should be able to help you. It’s tucked next to a bakery and a park so it shouldn’t be too hard to miss if you’re looking for it.” 

“Thank you, Joyce,” you said with a smile as you read her name tag quickly. 

“You’re welcome. I actually haven’t seen you around here before. Are you new in town?” She asked as she stacked another can. 

You nodded quickly and told her your name. “I actually took over my aunt's place right on the outskirts of town after she passed. I’ve been here for maybe a month and a half.” 

Joyce’s expression changed some into something like surprise then to an understanding nod that all mothers seem to possess. 

When she didn’t say anymore you cleared your throat and started to back away. Maybe she knew your aunt and didn’t like her. Or maybe this conversation had run its course. 

“Thanks for the help,” you said awkwardly as you started to push the door open. 

Joyce called your name, a small smile on her lips as she waved at you. 

“Welcome to Hawkins! I think you might really like it here!” 

It wasn’t hard to find the hardware store and you were surprised you hadn’t noticed it sooner since it was practically down the street from the bookstore. 

It was hard learning your way around a  new town, no matter how small it was. 

The hardware store smelt like paint and wood which wasn’t necessarily a bad smell. You took a deep inhale before grabbing a cart and making your way through the aisles. 

You heard your name being called behind you and you turned in surprise. It wasn’t often that people around here knew your name or spoke to you first. 

A tall guy with straight brown hair that hung over his eyebrows  jogged up to you from the end of the aisle. He wore a blue t-shirt with a red apron tied around his waist. 

“I’m Jonathan,” he announced as he reached you. “My, uh, mom told me you were coming this way and told me you had a list?” He said as more of a question than a statement. 

“I know,” he said with a shy smile as you told him your name. He scanned the paper you handed him. “This way,” he said with a wave and you scurried with the cart to keep up with him. 

“What are you working on?” He asked as he started to go around the aisles and load things into your cart. You made a mental note to look at each price so you could keep an estimate on the total in your head. As of right now, it would be a little expensive but you thought you could do it. 

“I’m not really sure. There’s just a lot of stuff around my place that needs to be fixed up and I feel like I find more and more things broken everyday. I’m assuming you know a lot about how to fix stuff right?” You asked, hoping he could give you some pointers as he led you to the check out with a full cart. 

Jonathan's nose and cheeks turned a little pink and he looked shyly down at the hammer he was holding as he typed in the price. 

“Actually, no. I’m just here to save up for some new photography equipment so I can start my own business. It was the only place in town that was hiring when I needed a job. So..” He trailed off with a little shake of his head. 

“Photography’s cool,” you said as you stared at the price go up on the little screen behind the cash register. You felt your jaw tense and your teeth grind at the number on the screen. 

You must have done the math in your head wrong. 

Jonathan nodded absentmindedly as he scanned the last item. You watched as he wrote down the total on a scrap piece of paper and then typed in a bunch of random numbers on the cash register, making the number drop drastically. 

“Wait, why did it go down?” You gasped in disbelief. 

“It’s a welcome to Hawkins discount. All new people get it,” he said without looking at you. 

“You give all new people in town a fifty percent discount?” You questioned. 

He just shrugged and refused to look at you again. 

It was dark now that you were finally heading home. 

After the hardware store, Jonathan loaded up all the things in your car for you and sent you on your way. 

To finish off your trip into town, you decided to stop by the deli and get yourself a sandwich which you sat outside to eat since the weather was nice. 

You watched as the cars drove up and down the street, going about their days. Every so often, someone would stick their hand out their car windows to wave at you when they caught you staring. You would cheekily wave back with a smile. 

It was nice to be somewhere that wasn’t work or home. It was nice to see people outside of the bookstore. It was nice to have people actually see you. 

When the sun started to dip below the horizon you picked up your trash and made your way back to your car. 

You hummed all the way down the road to whatever song was on the radio. Bopping your head along to the upbeat chorus and vocals to the next pop hit of the year. 

You were so close to home, finally on the curvy and wooded road that led to your driveway. The sun was gone completely now and you could see the moon hanging proudly in the cloudless sky.

You were in the middle of singing along to the bridge when you felt the pop underneath your feet. 

And then the car started to shake and rumble. 

“No, no, no,” you whined as you pulled the car to the side of the road. 

You smacked the steering wheel a few times with the palms of your hands once the car reached a complete stop. It felt lopsided, the telltale sign that there was a flat somewhere. 

You glanced in your rearview mirror to see nothing but your flashers lighting up the complete darkness behind you rhythmically before throwing open your door and stepping out. 

The tire was completely flat. 

You leaned down, examining it just to see a big slash cutting through it. You must have hit something sharp when you were leaving town. 

Whatever you had run over must have been big enough to do some serious damage. You wondered how you missed it but blamed it on the fact that you were just having a full on concert by yourself. 

You groaned and looked up and down the road in hopes of seeing some headlights. 

This road wasn’t busy by any means. It was rare to see someone else passing through when you were on the way to and from work.

You were gonna be stuck here for a while. 

You grabbed the car door again, ready to throw yourself in when you heard something coming from the woods. 

It was soft at first, barely noticeable. You strained, trying to make sure your mind wasn’t  playing tricks on you like it was known to do sometimes. 

It was a cascade of whispers, all talking over each other. Men and women. Young and old. All talking in the woods like there was some sort of large gathering. 

You wondered if maybe the woods weren’t as thick as you thought and there were actually some houses. Perhaps you could go to one and find a phone to use. 

You found your feet moving away from the car without even closing the door. You couldn’t stop yourself as you kept walking across the road without looking either way to check for any oncoming cars.

The whispers got louder the second you broke through the brush. You weren’t sure where you were going, but you knew if you followed the voices you would be okay. They would lead you to safety. 

It was warm in the woods, like you had been wrapped by a comfortable blanket. You felt safe. How could you ever feel scared out here? 

You passed a thick tree, probably the tallest you had seen in the forest so far. You weren’t sure how long you had been walking at this point. It didn’t matter as long as you were still walking towards the voices. They would take care of you. 

The whispers got louder, reaching a deafening level. It felt like the volume in your ears got turned up to one hundred. \

You had no clue what they were saying but you didn’t care. You wanted to keep listening to them for as long as you could. You thought that you might just follow those voices anywhere that they wanted to leave you. 

And then they stopped. 

It was an abrupt silence, like the pause after a candle's flame gets blown out. 

Your ears rang and the cold air kissed your skin. Goosebumps broke out up and down your arms when you realized that you were standing in the middle of the woods. 

Alone. 

And something had led you here. 

The bushes starated  rustling in front of you, a thick section of trees and bushes moving like something was trying to break free. It was an ominous feeling that started in your gut, the feeling that whatever was moving in those bushes was pure terror. 

And it was coming for you. 

You didn’t have time to react before the wolf jumped in front of you. 

It backed against you, pushing you away from the spot in the woods that seemed darker than the rest of the forest. 

It growled a deep growl, baring its teeth in anger towards the unknown threat. The hair on the back of your neck stood on its end at the menacing sound.

You wanted to cover your ears and hide. 

You backed away, back hitting a tree as you coward from the sight in front of you. 

The wolf lunged, snapping its large jaws into the bushes. You hid your face, not wanting to see what it was up against. 

You waited for it to turn to you and realize you were there. You waited for those jaws to start snapping at you too. 

But that never happened. 

The bushes stopped rustling and there was a stillness in the air. The chill didn’t lift off your skin, it was dragged off like it didn’t want to leave. 

You didn’t realize the crickets had stopped chirping until they started singing again. 

Whatever threat lurked in the bushes was gone. You could feel the disappearance of its heavy presence lift off your mind. Air moving in out of your lungs was easier than before and you gasped a few times as your lungs begged for the oxygen it had been deprived of. 

Footsteps running through the forest behind you had you yelping and wrapping your arms around yourself protectively. Like you would be able to protect yourself with your bare hands from the monster of a wolf in front of you and whatever unseen force that had just lured you out here with its evil mind tricks. 

A group of men came breaking through the trees with wild and concerned looks on their faces. All of the eyes landed on you, including the wolves,  and you didn’t like the attention. 

You felt your eyes practically bulge out of your head when you recognized Jonathan Byers. 

Why the hell would they be out in the woods at this time of night too? 

“Jonathan?” You called out, making sure your eyes didn’t deceive you. 

The wolf let out a low warning growl that had you leaning away from it, practically crawling into the tree's bark.  

You hadn’t realized how close the wolf had gotten to you since the last time you looked at it. You could practically feel the heat coming off of its fur in waves. The wolf stood between you and the men, like it was shielding you from their eyes. 

Like it didn’t want them to look at you. 

“Please don’t bite me,” you whispered to the wolf when his eyes landed on you again. 

One of the strangers didn’t hold back his snort. 

“Trust me. I think he really wants to bite you-ow,” he whined when an elbow landed in his ribs.

“Shut up, Gareth,” said one with styled brown hair. 

“It’s true!” Gareth exclaimed, pointing between you and the wolf. 

“What the hell is going on?” You snapped, wincing when the wolf looked at you. 

It was ginormous and it was safe to assume that it was the very same wolf you had seen weeks ago. It was even bigger this up close and you had to strain your neck to look up at it. 

“Nice doggy,” you cooed, trying to get on its good side. 

This time all of the men laughed and you couldn’t tell if that was a good or a bad thing. 

“Don’t laugh at me,” you bit out. 

The wolf growled again, stepping forward at the men as he did so. None of them flinched or looked afraid though.

They just looked like a group that had been scolded. 

“Sorry,” Jonathan apologized. 

“Maybe you should-uh-change,” one of the guys said to the wolf like he could really understand what he was saying. Like it was the most normal thing in the world. He tossed a thick blanket at the wolf, which he caught between his massive teeth with a snap of his jaw. You hadn’t even realized he was hiding something behind his back. 

It really wasn’t safe for you to be out here. 

The wolf stared at them blankly with the blanket hanging out of his mouth like a limp tongue. 

“We’ll watch out for her,” Jonathan offered.

This seemed to make the wolf kind of happy because he squinted his eyes, like he was sending them a threat with just a look, before nodding his head once and sulking between the trees where you couldn’t see him any more. 

“Does anyone want to tell me what the hell is going on?” You demanded, stepping away from your little safe spot beside the tree. 

But none of them listened because they were all talking to each other. 

“Maybe he should just tell her.” 

“Tell her?! He just showed her.” 

“Yeah, but she doesn’t know.”

“She’s not stupid!” 

“We don’t know that.” 

“She has ears and is standing right here!” You yelled, shutting them up. They all turned to look at you in unison, eyes wide. 

“I’m Jeff.” The one that had been holding the blanket said as he stepped forward. “That one that called you stupid is Gareth, over there is Steve and I think you’ve met Jonathan.”

“Does anyone want to tell me what the hell is going on? Why the hell am I out here in the middle of the woods? Why the hell are all of you out here in the woods?” 

“Listen, you just need to stay-“

A twig snapped behind you and you jumped forward towards the guys and away from whatever was sneaking up behind you. 

“Relax,” you heard Eddie say behind you. You hated that you were able to recognize his voice.

You whipped your head around meeting his wide eyed stare. He was naked. Completely. Only wrapped in the blanket that had once been in the wolf's mouth. 

It looked bigger around Eddie. The wolf had been so massive that it has made the blanket look like a bath towel. 

“Eddie?” You asked, although you could clearly see it was him.

He nodded, keeping the blanket snug around his waist as he walked towards you. 

You took a step back. 

“Listen,” he started, voice raspy like his throat had been strained. You imagined that's the way his voice would sound after singing front row at a concert, or maybe even after a screaming match over something he felt passionate about. “I can explain everything to you. But I need to get you out of the woods first.” 

He had tattoos. A few scattered on his arms and chest. You couldn’t see them clearly in the darkness and you found your eyes bouncing between them. 

He held out a hand that wasn’t holding the blanket to his body. It slipped down his hips a little, giving you a peak of his lower abdomen and the little trail of hair there. Your eyes traced the line of hair before you looked back at his face. 

If he asked you if you were checking him out you would deny it and say you saw a spider crawling on him or something. 

But to your surprise he didn’t ask. Nothing about him seemed smug. Instead his face was twisted into a grim notion of worry that made you worry as well. 

“Why are you naked?”  You asked instead of taking his hand. 

“I told you I would tell you but we need to go,” he urged, rushing his words out as he took another step towards you, reaching for your hand. 

You jerked your hands back, not letting him touch you. 

“No,” you said firmly. “I”m getting out of this forest but I’m not going with you anywhere.” 

Eddie sighed, gripping the blanket tightly with one hand and using the other to run through his hair. 

“Fine,” he said through clenched teeth, looking behind his back. 

Maybe now wasn’t the time to be stubborn. 

You spun on your heels, marching in a direction that felt right. 

“This way,” Eddie said as he put an arm around you to spin you around. 

You didn’t argue this time or claw away from his touch. Your skin burned from the way his bare arm wrapped against yours. You just wanted to get out away from whatever was in these woods and needed to put aside your dislike of Eddie so you could make it out in one piece. 

If the wolf or whatever that evil thing was came back all you would need to do to survive was run faster than Eddie. 

You marched through the woods, not as gracefully as Eddie strolled through like he owned the place. He was leading the group with you at his side. The rest of the guys flanked behind you, protecting your backs. 

At least that was the way it felt. 

“Did you see the wolf?” You finally asked, breaking the silence that had only been filled with the crunch of leaves, sticks and the occasional times you slipped a curse word out when you tripped and Eddie had to hold onto you to keep you back up. 

You really weren’t made to walk in the woods. Especially not with the shoes you were wearing. 

You saw Eddie nod slightly out of the corner of your eye. 

“Oh come on! You’re telling me you haven’t put two and two together yet?!” Gareth exclaimed from behind you in disbelief. 

You skidded to a stop. 

You had to admit. Your mind had been reeling with theories since you had seen Eddie walk out of the bushes naked. 

The wolf was gone and Eddie appeared.

 Naked. 

But things like that didn’t exist. Boys that wore too much leather and broke girls' hearts were just bad people. Not werewolves that went into the woods to rescue you when an unknown force led you there against your will. 

“Prove it,” you demanded, looking Eddie right in the eye. 

He didn’t question what you were asking for. He didn’t even look confused. He just stared right back with such an intensity, like he was reading your soul. 

“Didn’t the wolf look familiar?” He asked as he leaned closer to you. “Didn’t I look familiar?” 

You wracked your brain, trying to think of what he could possibly be talking about. 

And then it hit you. 

You gasped and he nodded slowly, already understanding your thought process. 

The wolf in the middle of the road. 

How could Eddie know about that? 

He couldn’t.

 Unless he was there. 

“I almost hit you!” You yelled at him. 

He didn’t even flinch or look angry. He just looked down at you, a dopey smile spreading across his face. Like he thought that your anger was the most charming thing he had ever seen. 

He wasn’t taking this seriously at all. He didn’t take you seriously. 

You didn’t care if Eddie was a damn wolf. You didn’t care if he paraded around the woods naked in his freetime. 

What you did care about was him being reckless and involving you in his shit when you were just trying to get by. 

“What is wrong with you?” 

“A lot. I told you,” Eddie said as he gripped your arm, leading you towards the break in the trees. “I can answer your questions when I get you out of these damn woods.” 

Your car was immediately to your left when you broke through the trees. The driver's side door was still open from where you had abandoned it. 

The flashers you had left on were no longer blinking. 

You had to shimmy out of Eddie's grasp but he still hovered around you. He made a point to position you so his body was the one that was closest to the road. 

You didn’t feel like arguing with him. You also didn’t understand why he insisted on being so near you. 

The rest of the guys here gave you distance, almost like they were afraid to get too close. 

“My tire is flat,” you mumbled to no one in particular. “That’s why I stopped in the first place.”

Steve let out a low whistle as he crouched to inspect your tire. 

“Yeah I would say it’s flat,” he mumbled. 

You saw Eddie’s jaw clenched out the corner of your eye but you ignored him. 

“Do you have a spare?” Eddie asked, already reaching for the trunk. 

“I’m pretty sure. I haven’t really looked since I got the car,” you admitted. “I think the battery is dead too because I had left the lights on when I got out. I don’t understand how it could have died so quickly. I was only gone for a few minutes.” 

You saw Eddie shake his head. “It wasn’t a few minutes.” 

You didn’t have time to question what he meant before he started to bark orders at the others. 

“Steve and Jeff, patrol the woods and make sure our friend doesn’t pop back up. Jonathan, go get your car so I can get her home. Gareth, I’m gonna keep an eye on her while you change the tire.”

 “Why the hell do I have to change the tire? She’s your mate.”

Your head snapped to Eddie, the words clicking together in your head like a puzzle. 

“Your what?”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson au #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson angst #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson series #werewolf!eddiemunson #fuckboy!werewolf!eddie munson x reader #fuckboy!eddie munson

[luvring]

I LOVE YOU (NOT IN A CLICHÉ WAY)

akaashi x gn!reader | a love letter from him to you! i forgot i wrote this for myself as a supposed birthday surprise so. i guess that worked out for me

the thing about clichés is that at some point, you stop feeling anything at the sight of them.

yearning, infatuation, love so tender and whole that it wrapped around someone completely and sunk deep, deep, deep into their skin and bones, into their veins where they felt it was the same as the oxygen already flowing through—i need you like i need air to breathe.

the same idea repeated over and over until the point of akaashi’s current existence—where he sits, favourite blue gel pen in hand, with at least seven crumpled pieces of paper in the bin next to his desk and the light of his lamp more of a headache than anything—until it no longer feels like enough for whatever he feels for you.

he curses every film and novel for making oxygen too little, too mundane of a comparison for how fundamental you are to his existence.

five hours. five hours he’s been sitting here, reading poetry and writing drafts and bullet points of what he wanted to say, utterly failing at writing a single coherent paragraph. but he couldn’t afford to fail, not this time. this birthday was more important than any other before—it was the first of your birthdays together as a couple.

definitely not the first together, period. keiji thinks if he didn’t meet you when he was thirteen, he’d have turned out to be someone completely different.

and after so many years, everything about you came naturally to him. it was to the point that other friends and acquaintances had come up to him before with questions about gifts for you. you already had a mug with that design, you weren’t a fan of the shirt’s texture, and you could be picky about art of that character, but he could send some of your favourite artists for reference. the person who knew you best, second to no one but you, was akaashi keiji.

he has been since you were fifteen years old.

so the fact that he’s sat here for hours, failing, is a blemish on his record.

he refuses to call it a phenomenon because that word makes it seem so grand, when in reality his situation makes him so incredibly frustrated it was more of a curse. it was an ugly, annoying, unbelievable stain on his identity and soul because for fuck’s sake, shouldn’t it be easier now as your boyfriend?

not only does he know your different laughs and the way your lips wobble while you try to hide it, now he knows how it feels when you try to stifle the noise in the crook of his neck, a smile pressed against his skin. he knows the feeling of your fingers intertwined between his while walking through the farmer’s market, and raking through his hair after he’s showered while it’s soft and fluffy the way you adore. he knows the taste of your favourite lip balm against his lips, what it sounds like when you hum or giggle as you’re pressed against his body and your arms are wrapped around his neck. he could pick you out in a line up of people blindfolded if asked, just by the way you hugged him.

it should be easier for him than anyone else, because you weren’t just his oxygen—you were part of him.

but even that was another cliché.

keiji lets his head hit the desk, hands coming up to pull at the roots of his hair while a loud groan escapes his lips.

“should i learn how to bake?” he mutters to himself before grimacing. “watch me bake a cake and give the love of my life food poisoning. incredible plan. what the hell is in a cake? what would i even put on it? awful cursive lettering?”

no one talked about the pressure that came with the first birthday in a relationship. why is this not a more pressing specific situation for newly dating people? why did no one tell him he’d feel like a heavy rock rested on his chest at the thought of disappointing you not only as a friend but as a boyfriend. he thinks he could die.

he can’t, won’t, die, but you’ll get home from your friend’s place in only a couple of hours and he’s running out of time (not really. he’s doing this a week early, but he set a schedule for himself and it’s the principle of the thing.)

“fuck it,” he murmurs. “whatever, whatever. let what happens happen, and if it’s bad i’ll just…internally die.”

resolute, keiji puts his pen to the page and starts writing before the ink can bleed.

hi.

i’ve written drafts of this too many times already. maybe i shouldn’t tell you that so it seems like i’m a natural romantic, but it probably doesn’t surprise you that i’ve crumpled up a lot of paper in the last couple of hours because i tried avoiding being too cliché. but if i’m being honest i love you so much it feels like a cliché in and of itself. so i guess i’ll just lean into it and write whatever comes to mind.

i love you. i love you. i love you. i love you.

i love waking up to you every morning. i love cooking breakfast with you. i love wearing the “kiss the chef” apron kuroo gave us so i have an excuse to ask for a kiss on the cheek, even though i know you’d kiss me without it.

i love listening to you talk about your day and seeing the photos you took with friends. i love when you send me pictures while you’re out and ask what i think about your outfit. sorry i’m bad at knowing what to say, i’m really not lying when i say i think you always look nice. i know that isn’t super helpful when you’re being indecisive, but i hope i’ve gotten better over the years? i feel like i have but if you want to disagree i guess i’ll accept since it’s your birthday.

i love when you ask if i want to go out somewhere with you. i love sending you places and things i think you’ll enjoy. i love seeing how excited you get and i love surprising you with them a few weeks later. i love seeing our gifts for each other and souvenirs around the apartment every day i come home.

i love taking care of you, even when you think i shouldn’t, when you think you’re a burden for me. i’ll do the chores when you’re tired. i’ll get in the bath with you and wash and dry you, no matter how long it takes. i’ll dress you if you ask me to, let you steal my bracelets and slippers when you want them. i’ll make sure the bed is cold but the blanket is warm so you can cuddle beside me. i love being the person you come home to, and i hope i make it worthwhile every time.

you’ve always been there to remind me you love me, even when i think you shouldn’t, that it’s impossible that you do. so i hope you know i feel the same way about you, that i’ll love you despite what your head might say, and even if the world would end because of it.

i love being with you. even after a decade together, i only love you more and more.

and i do need you like oxygen. i need you like plants need the sun. you’re my favourite person, you’re my safe place, you’re my home. you’re my better half and your own person that just happens to fit with me. you’re my soulmate and also someone i was just lucky enough to meet. you fit every possible cliché and trope i can think of. every single one is true, which makes me think maybe you’re the kind of person old poets and writers were inspired by. they’re not around though, so i hope i can be enough.

happy birthday :) i’d say i hope we only get to spend more together, but at this point you couldn’t get rid of me even if you tried. (please don’t try though i’ll cry.) so instead, i hope every birthday is as warm and bright as you. i hope you remember i’m here with you, and always will be. every midnight you get a little older, all the way until the end. as cliché as all of this might sound, i love you forever,

keiji writes your name especially careful, making sure it sits perfectly on the line and each pen stroke is clean. then he draws a little heart beside you before signing off with his own name, and letting out a deep breath. his fingers tremble a little when he finally puts the pen down.

there’s blue ink on his hand, and he thinks there might be some on his temple from forgetting to unclick his pen. but it’s a problem for nightly routine keiji to wash off, not him now.

the letter would sit in a gift bag for another week, but then it would be in your hands. it wasn’t proofread—he could have spelt his own name wrong at the end and no one would know until then. but he can’t bring himself to reread it this time. maybe because he’s tired or doesn’t want to feel cheesy, maybe so it feels more romantic, more raw. maybe because at the end of the day, whether you loved the letter so much you framed it on your bedroom wall, or you accidentally spilled water and rendered every word illegible, he’d have you anyway. and you’d have him.

and he’d just write another one, once again filled with clichés and an embarrassing amount of i love you’s, as long as you’d let him.

pleak pretend this letter really is for u. it's half of this post come onnn it's for u now. happy birthday! i love u i love u i love u i love u (4 so it isn't a cliche) mwah

#haikyuu x reader #akaashi x reader #haikyuu fluff #akaashi fluff #haikyuu x gn!reader #i really did forget i had this. i wrote it like. 2 months ago #i was supposed to post it then too but i thought it was too boring and cheesy which is kind of ironic isnt it. #happy birthday from me/akaashi 2 u. read this on ur birthday. pleak

[anyasathenaeum]

Hey! Loving the content your putting out lately, your writing totally hits the spot haha. What do you think about a vash / wolfwood x reader that is on their period? Could totally use the comfort rn

A/N: I'm so sorry this is super late! But, hopefully, this'll help with the next time a period causes trouble :) Periods suck.

Warnings: Reader assumed to have a uterus that sheds its lining, mentions of periods, pregnancy, bleeding and cramping, swearing

Vash the Stampede

Vash is a smart and observant guy, so chances are that the man knows your period is coming before you do

He'd pick up on the smallest cues that indicate your period is on its way - from the way you carry yourself to the fact due to soreness in your body to that you exhaust quicker than before, even if only by a couple seconds difference

Vash already knows what's on the way, and so, he does his best to be prepared to handle the situation

He doesn't take anything you say personally, especially if you snap at him over something menial

In fact, when you do that, Vash is extra gentle and kind to you and does whatever he can to comfort you.

"I've got you, Mayfly, I promise. I'm sorry it hurts."

Lowkey he's a little panicked when you describe just how badly it hurts sometimes

Like man becomes pale and genuinely doesn't know how you live with that, and his respect for you? Through the roof

He's absolutely there to cuddle you and press both his flesh-and-blood hand and his prosthetic hand against your aching abdomen in an attempt to help, the pressure alleviating some of the pain

Whatever you need, Vash is getting for you

Warmth for your abdomen? Water's already boiling. Anything to control the bleeding? Pads or tampons or whatever you prefer on hand. Pain medication? He's already traded something for or bought medication.

Vash is there for you through the worst of it, ensuring you've got everything you need to get through this

You want cuddles? Vash is there, holding you close for as long as you insist you need. You want to be left alone? Vash respects that and leaves you be for as long as you need.

Anything for you to be comfortable and happy, as best as you can be during a literally physically painful time.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood

I feel like Wolfwood doesn't understand human physiology with respect to periods too well

He just knows that afab!individuals with uteruses bleed as part of their cycle and it apparently can hurt like a BITCH

His attempts at comforting you when said period arrives are also kinda poor at first.

"Oh, damn, er... sorry, I guess? At least you're not pregnant, right?"

The smack you give him in response to that comment and the smug smirk on his mug shuts him up so fast and he doesn't make a comment like that again, or at least tries not to

It takes time for Wolfwood to get used to understanding exactly what happens to you each month and why you're suddenly touchier, or more emotional, or snapping at him over things that didn't used to bother you

It would likely take him talking to somebody else, such as Meryl, about the situation for Wolfwood to start piecing things together

Meryl would give Wolfwood advice on things that are generally found to be comforting for people experiencing periods and things he could do to make the situation better for you

Wolfwood is the definition of "he's got the spirit but he's a bit confused"

You see the effort he puts into his gestures, even if they're not entirely correct

He'd try hard to remember what helps and what doesn't, and he might confuse those things often (such as getting you a cold pack instead of a warm one), especially near the beginning

But over time, Wolfwood figures it out - he figures YOU out

Once he gets to know you and your patterns well enough, Wolfwood would be much better at offering you comfort

Like wordlessly holding you when he senses you need physical comfort, or providing you with foods you're craving when he's figured out you're craving them

It takes time, but Wolfwood gets there in the end - for you.

#anya's athenaeum #trigun stampede #trigun #trigun stampede x reader #trigun x reader #vash the stampede #vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader

[vodika-vibes]

Another request. Physical Romantic gestures that make me weak prompt. Wait for it… with Captain Howzer. He’s super sexy too.

kissing you against a wall/door, legs intertwined around their waist.

Only if you find time to write.

Thank you. 😊

Take a Break

Summary: You're working late, and Howzer has a suggestion that might help you relax.

Pairing: Captain Howzer x Reader

Word Count: 1184

Warnings: Uh...spicy? Not smut but only just not smut. A side effect of the prompt, I think.

A/N: Hm...I'm not sure I'm happy with this one, but I think it's about as done as it's going to be. Honestly, I got distracted while writing this, cause my cat is ripping her fur out.

Divider by Saradika

You stare at your datapad blankly. More specifically at the cursor that’s blinking, tauntingly, at the top of the blank document. 

Join the GAR, your family said. Fight for the Republic, they prodded. It’ll give you something to do, they cajoled.

You really, really need to learn how to say no.

Because if you had said no, you wouldn’t be here, in some backwater base on Ryloth, hours away from the nearest city, staring at a blank document, trying to come up with a professional way to say that the situation’s fucked.

Hell, you’re not even sure you work for the GAR anymore. You’re pretty sure you’re not an employee of the Imperial Army.

You rest your elbows on your desk, and your hands slide into your hair.

“Think. Think. Think.” You mutter under your breath, “You’ve written reports before. You know how to be professional.”

You drop your hands to the keyboard, and nothing comes to mind.

How do you write a report listing the loss of half of your base's munitions because the manufacturer decided to skimp on the weather protection, and they were exposed to extreme weather before anyone knew there was a problem?

There’s a knock on your office door, and you look up as it opens and Captain Howzer steps into your office, a mug of caf in one of his hands, “Captain,” You greet with a tired smile, “You’re working late.”

“So are you,” He replies as he sets the mug in front of you, “You still working on that report for the higher ups?” Howzer sits in one of the chairs across from you, and stretches his legs out.

“I’ve written a grand total of zero words,” You reply with a sigh, “I have all of the information to pass on, but-” You shake your head with a sigh.

Howzer frowns, “Are you okay?”

You sigh and bury your hands in your hair again, “I never wanted to join the GAR, Howzer, I was pressured into it. And now I can leave even less than I could before.”

“It’s not all bad, mesh’la.” Howzer offers quietly.

“How? The Jedi are dead. And the Imperial Army is committing genocide across the galaxy-” You stop and your lips press together in a thin line, “You didn’t hear that.”

Howzer folds his arms, “Didn’t hear what?”

You smile at him, “Good man.” To pick up the mug he brought you and take a sip of the warm caf. It’s not good, but it’s caf, so you’ll take it. “Thank you for the caf. Maybe it’ll wake up my brain enough to let me write this report.”

“Or…maybe you need to take a break.” Howzer offers.

“And do what?”

“Well, there is a club not far from here,” Howzer points out.

“I’m not really dressed for a club, Howzer,” You counter as you motion to the regulation pants and blouse you’re wearing.

“You look fine,” He gets to his feet and offers you his hand, “Come on. You need a break.”

“Howzer, I’m not going to a club just to watch other people dance.”

“Of course not, you’ll dance with me.”

You pause and look up at him, there’s a glimmer of hope on his face, and mischief glitters in his eyes, and you sigh and take his hand, “Fine. But only for a little bit. I need to finish this.”

“Oh, yeah. Of course.” He agrees, unconvincingly.

You don’t even have time to grab your jacket before he’s propelling you out of your office, and then the office building. 

The club is Nameless, which is a rather depressing name all things considered, but the music is loud, the lights are dim, and it’s packed with people. 

And Howzer, immediately, drags you onto the dance floor and pulls you flush against him. One of his hands settles heavily on your lower back, while the other cups the back of your neck.

“You seem rather eager to dance with me, captain.” You breathe into his ear.

“Guilty as charged,” He replies against your ear and then his lips attach to a spot just below your ear and you release a quiet moan, which makes him grin against your skin, “You seem just as eager,” He teases.

“It’s been a while since I’ve had someone to dance with,” You admit, as you roll your hips against his.

There’s a glimmer of something on his face as his hand slides from your back to your hip, and he holds you tight enough that you’ll have bruises, “Good,” He purrs out.

You shoot him a surprised look, but he doesn’t clarify. Instead he pulls you closer and angles your head so he’s able to catch your lips with his own. You reach up and wrap your arms around his neck, absently tracing random shapes against the back of his neck.

He groans into the kiss, and pulls away, which pulls a needy little whine from your lips. And he laughs under his breath. His gaze is heated, and you watch as he comes to a decision. 

Howzer walks you through the crowd, and into a hallway, where he presses you against the wall, and crashes his lips against yours again. It’s not private, not at all, people are passing behind him, though you don’t care. 

And judging by the way his hands are burning a path down your body, neither does he.

You let out a breathless moan as his lips attach to a spot on your neck and he bites down. One of your hands slides up into his hair and you grab a fistful, trying to ground yourself, but all that accomplishes is pulling a broken moan from his throat.

He pulls away from you, his gaze heavy. He lightly pulls your hand out of his hair, and he guides you further down the hall. He pushes the door to the storage room open, makes sure that it’s empty with a glance, and then he drags you into the dark room.

Howzer locks the door with a touch of the door panel, and then he has you pressed against the door. He kisses you deeply, and helps you wrap your legs around his hips, and he presses himself firmly against you.

A moan falls from you and he laughs breathlessly, as he breaks the kiss and brushes a strand of hair out of your eyes, “Are you feeling relaxed yet?” He breathes out.

“I feel like there’s a million bees under my skin, Howzer,” You reply, breathlessly.

He laughs, “Well, I suppose I better help you with that.” He kisses you slowly, sweetly, “And then I’d like to take you to dinner.”

“Aren’t you kind of going backwards?” You ask.

“Makes it interesting.” Howzer replies as his lips move to your neck again, “Unless you have a problem with it?”

“I don’t,” You reply quickly, another moan falling from you as he presses hot kisses over the mark on your neck.

“Good.” Howzer grins against your neck, “I have plans for tonight, mesh’la. Don’t worry, I’m going to take good care of you.”

#star wars #tcw #captain howzer x reader #howzer x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

[deathmetalunicorn1]

May I ask an extremely less sensitive teen! Reader with the RoR family finally having a mental breakdown, like reader is always extremely logical for their age and unhinged but slowly starts to crumble under mental pressure cause that's exactly why children shouldn't worry about adult matters

-You were considered a bit of an oddball by your family, you were always so levelheaded and calm, always seeming to have everything together.

-Under pressure or stressful situations, usually at school, you were the same, facing everything with levelheaded coolness.

-Many in your large adoptive family admired that about you, seeing that you were always calm, no matter what, but certain members were beginning to see the downside to that.

-Adam was the first one, followed quickly by Odin, when you were balancing school, personal life, and a part-time job, giving most of your paycheck to your ‘parents’. When he asked why you were giving most of your paycheck to them, rather than spending it on things you wanted, you just smiled, “I heard you guys talking about how food cost was rising and it was getting harder to buy certain things.”

-While you were at school, there was a family meeting, discussing what you had told Adam that morning. Nikola looked worried for you, “She shouldn’t be worrying about things like that- we can handle things.”

-Zeus agreed, giving a small nod, “Children shouldn’t have to worry about the problems of adults. Y/N should be out having fun- not worrying about bills.”

-You were surprised when you arrived back home and Odin gave you your money back, putting it back in your hand. You were confused, “But don’t you all need this to help with bills?”

-Odin lifted his hand to your head, ruffling your hair gently, “Don’t worry about it- keep your money for you.”

-Odin wasn’t prepared for you to start crying, you calm façade leaving you as you panicked, “But- but I want to help!” he could easily see what you were trying to do- you were trying to prove to them that you were useful and contributing to the household. With him refusing it, refusing your help, you were taking it that you were a failure, not able to help them.

-Adam was quick to rush to your side when Odin sounded the alarm as you were quickly panicking, panting heavily almost to the point of hyperventilating, trying to plead with them that you could help them.

-Your family was quick to realize how anxious you actually were, always helping others and going above and beyond to help because you wanted to feel useful. You had it in your head that you were only useful if you were helping others, and being unable to help, or others, like your family, rejecting your help, made you panic and feel like a failure.

-Beelzebub ended up having to sedate you, as they weren’t able to calm you down and your family had another, emergency, meeting, that they needed to make sure you weren’t doing things like this to yourself.

-Once you were awake and Kojiro prepared you a mug of hot herbal tea to keep you calm, as you were ready to burst again, your family told you and assured you that you did plenty to help out around the house and that you didn’t need to give them your hard earned money from your part-time job. They would be able to survive without it and it was for you to spend on things you wanted.

-It took a while, a couple of weeks of gentle but firm reassuring from your family to help you relax a bit as well as Odin, Zeus, and Adam telling you to enjoy your youth and not worry about things like bills just yet.

-You were so happy to have such a supportive family in your corner, supporting you just as you support them.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror adam #ror odin #ror beelzebub #ror zeus

[actuallysaiyan]

Hello again, thank you for answering me despite answering the same question on the same day! (I was the anon who had asked you about your requests being closed :) If that's okay with you, I'd like to send you an idea I have in mind for hcs before I forget about it.

Sooo I've seen in a post of yours you headcanon the saiyans having a mating cycle, and I was wondering if you'd write hcs about that period of time with future trunks? Like how is it spent with him? (Am I making this clear enough? Sorry if not :')

Still, please only write this if you want to and whenever you'd like to! I don't wish you to be pressured or anything. I hope the heatwave will be gone soon; take care of yourself! You're a great writer <3

warnings: breeding kink, creampie, unprotected sex, mentions of rough sex, the usual smutty suspects here, dirty talk, mating cycle pairing: Future Trunks x Fem!Reader a/n: I'm not opening my requests just yet(working on it though!) but I just had to answer this! I hope you enjoy!

SFW

Trunks gets very affectionate and loving during the weeks leading up to his mating cycle. At first, he’s not really sure what’s going on, but he finds it so nice to be close to you.

He finds himself thinking about you constantly. He can’t get you off his mind at all. You’re all he can think about. So nevermind trying to train too hard or to concentrate on anything else, you’ll be his only thought.

Goten is the first to comment on it. Trunks is barely thinking about his next move when Goten is able to knock him off his feet. Trunks will feel so ashamed about it.

He gets hungrier and sleeps a lot more. Bulma will start to complain when she realizes he’s been hoarding plates and mugs in his room.

Then comes the nesting. Trunks goes around finding the most comfortable blankets and pillows in his home. He will make his bed a million times before deciding on the best set up for the both of you.

He’ll start suggesting that you should come over for movie nights and things like that. He’ll get you so comfortably situated in his bedroom and he’ll throw on any of your favorite movies.

Trunks starts to groom himself more and make sure he’s clean and smelling his very best. He’ll find out the scents you like, but he’s very shocked to know that you enjoy his natural scent. 

NSFW

It hits him so fucking hard one day. It’s like a horny train rammed right into him. His cock is so hard from when he wakes up until he goes to bed. 

He can barely sleep when he’s in this state. It makes him sweat and his heart races. All he can do is jerk himself off until he’s happy. Until he’s satisfied. But that will take a long time.

Trunks will seek you out and he will smell you so much more. He can practically taste your pheromones. It drives him crazy.

Once he finds you, he knows that he has to breed you. It becomes this instinctive action for him at this point. Nothing else matters when he realizes this.

First, he’ll make you cum so many times. He enjoys being between your thighs when he’s in heat. He laps and slurps at your pussy like a starved man.

Once Trunks is sure that you are most definitely satisfied, he’ll have you on your back first.

Mating press is the position he uses first and for the last session of the night as well. It just makes it perfect for what he is doing.

He alternates from being rough and fast to being so sweet and whiny. You aren’t sure which one is your favorite, but since he switches from one mode to the other quickly, you don’t even care to choose a favorite.

“Baby,” he chokes out. “How are you this fucking tight?” He ruts against you like it’s the only thing he knows to do. It’s such a steady pace, and the way his cock just bullies into you over and over, you’ll fall off the edge soon.

Another one of his favorite positions? Doggy style! He will push you down onto the bed, face down and ass up. He spreads your cheeks and lets his cock slide between them. 

Just when you’re sure he’s going to push it in, he pulls away. Then you’re left with a few seconds of hesitation. Before long, he’s ramming into you at a breakneck speed.

Your little moans and whimpers really turn him on. He feels like a wild animal when he fucks you like this. This is when he really feels like a Saiyan. It’s more animalistic than any other sex he’s ever had.

He loves to cum inside of you, but he’s not opposed to marking you up with his seed. You’ll wear it on your face, tits and ass before the night is through.

Trunks will growl and grunt through every sentence, whether it be praising you or degrading you. The man just says the filthiest things to you.

“Needy little human, you can just barely take my cock.” “So fucking tight, baby. It’s like you were made for my cock.” “Hngg! If you keep squeezing me like that, I’m going to cum so quick.” “Love this wet, little pussy. All mine forever.”

When he’s finally done, he spends lots of time on aftercare. You are his lover after all. He wants to make sure you’re well after such an intense session.

Lots of nesting here too. He will fluffy up the pillows, change the sheets, snuggle you. Trunks will get you anything to eat or drink afterwards.

And then once he’s had his fill and has taken care of you, he sleeps for a long time. Being in his mating cycle makes him so tired. He will be exhausted. 

#bacon.writes #future trunks #future trunks x you #future trunks x fem!reader #future trunks x reader #future trunks x y/n #trunks x you #trunks x reader #trunks x fem!reader #trunks x y/n #trunks smut #future trunks smut #trunks briefs #dragon ball #dragon ball z #dragon ball super

[thedeal-if]

The ROs take it upon themselves to wake up the MC so they don't miss work or an appointment, how do they do so? (also hi! i hope you're doing great!)

Hi!! Aw thank you💕 I'm doing great! Hope you are too~!

(Dante is a fucking mess of a man I'd be shocked to see him waking himself up in time to help MC lol)

You wake up to the smell of burning food and the sound of a door snapping open. He’s not exactly running late, but Dante doesn’t have all the time he would have needed to make the situation as memorable as he’d hoped.

“(Name)~ Svegliati, mia gioia~,” Dante coos. English comes back swiftly when he sees you stir, the language switch always turns his pitch a little deeper “We’re running a teensy late and I don’t want to see you stressed~”

You mumble sleepily, “How late?”

Truly, a good question. Dante still doesn’t know how to use a phone, he doesn’t own a watch either, so he cranes his head to check outside, eyes meeting the clock on the hallway wall.

Oh, you really are running late.

“Em,” words are hard to find under pressure, but Dante’s hesitation probably speaks loud enough, and you sit up hastily, bleary-eyed “We should get going soon, gioia. Or now, if you can.”

Lilith, early riser as they usually are, makes sure that their alarm gives them all the time they need to freshen up, dress, and get their makeup done and on point. Getting you to your appointment means seeing you inside and picking you up if you wish them to. Lilith is responsible enough to handle the job, it also involves you, and you’re much more fun than the alternative.

You wake up to find Lilith by your side, sitting on your bed, graceful like a cat, they smile like one too, tentatively. Their care extends to the tender way their fingers graze your cheeks, the teasing touch makes goosebumps paint your skin. Lilith bites back an affectionate smile, they whisper your name instead—as if afraid to break the peacefulness of the early morning.

“Love, time to start the day,” they say.

Josh will end up confessing days later that, though he has always been sure about the time and date, he checks over seven times whether got it right or not. In all honesty, you wouldn’t have guessed he feels paranoid about being wrong, Josh wakes you up like he has done it a million times before.

“Hey, it’s time, Dot,” he says softly. And Josh is exactly on time as always—he will also confess, with a flush, that he waits for over ten minutes while staring at be clock just to do that—, a mug of coffee he brewed earlier in his hands.

Josh waits—he waits often, doesn’t he?—until you’re conscious enough to take the mug into your own hands.

“You’re going to do great today!” the pep talk Josh gives you might come a tad too early for you to fully register anything he’s saying, but Josh’s burst of energy is motivating enough either way.

Villanelle accepts naturally with a cheerful clap of her hands. She expresses some worry but promises she’ll wake up on time. No matter what. Villanelle delivers on her promise the next morning, and her bright smile greets you like the morning sun.

“Rise and shine~” Villanelle sets down a mug on your bedside table. The flowery scent of its contents fills your senses “It’s green tea. It always helps me wake up.”

It must work wonders if one were to judge Villanelle’s ever-bright presence, even so early in the morning. The witch coaxes you until you’re sitting up, she promises she made the tea so you would like it.

Last night Victor checked over the plan with you, he went over the motions and steps methodically. You felt like you were his partner, the two of you getting ready to hunt down some demon—except the only thing that happened was your request for him to wake you up for work.

Victor knocks on your door until you are well awake, he never crossed the threshold, giving you privacy and insisting through the wood only when he feels that you’re running late.

“You’re ready?” Victor questions once you join him in the kitchen. He eyes you briefly before he checks the time, and nods “I’ll drive you there once you’re done— I prepared a simple breakfast.”

Calling it simple is definitely acting up on his modesty. Victor seems to know, he smiles a little when you eye the feast he made. For you.

Despite Aliyah’s initial—quite strong, very verbal—refusal, the genie happens upon your room at the—what are the chances?—ungodly hour you once asked her to wake you up. Aliyah denies her interest in your well-being as is customary. Then, she proves it by being rougher than rough. She pulls up your curtains, rips the bedsheets off of you, laughs at your puffy, sleepy face when you turn to glare at her.

“You knew what you were getting into when you asked,” Aliyah shrugs, she always looks strangely smug when she’s right, but today seems to be an exception. The genie notices your eyes on her, and her self-satisfied smirk returns “Don’t look so worried, human. Confidence is key.”

You think that this is Aliyah’s roundabout way of telling you she believes you’ll do great.

As soon as you ask Nathan to wake you up it’s like a flip is switched, he takes the task as gracefully as he can, with a seriousness that dies almost as soon as it appears. Nathan is blind to your very human emotions, he automatically assumes you’re nervous about your appointment and tries to get your mind off it as best as he can for the rest of the day.

Nathan wakes you up like the two of you are going to a party, with a misplaced cheer that is strangely endearing given the situation.

“Morning, morning!” he beams—albeit a little forcedly—, yawns a couple times, tugs on your hand until you’re sitting up “It’s so… fucking early! What a joy!”

You remind Eden of your need to wake up early the day prior, she makes a note of it and dutifully shakes you awake the next day. Eden stares at you for a few seconds, puffy-eyed and shaking the haze of the morning, then she chuckles.

“Coffee/Tea/Juice?”

She asks like she remembered to buy/brew it, but you find out she didn’t quickly enough when Eden abandons the house to get it fresh for you. It’s an unspoken offer for you to shower and dress, one which you take, and by the time she’s back, you’re ready to go.

#trying new styles #im still finding my vibe here #i studied english not web design🤲🏻 #the deal #the deal if #the deal act 1 #inferno #ask #dante #lilith #josh #villanelle #victor #aliyah #nathan #eden #ros #scenario

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

MEASUREHEAD - "YOUR RACE DESCENT HAS ONLY *WORSENED* SINCE I LAST SAW YOU -- YOU HAVE REALLY LET YOURSELF GO."

🎵Your Body Betrays Your Degeneracy

"You serve the Union, don't you? Aren't they... white?"

"Kim, what do you think about this?"

"Know anything about this mug?" (Show him the mug.)

"Why are you not with the Hardie boys?"

"What are those tattoos of yours supposed to mean?"

[Conceptualiztion - Medium 10] Subscribe to his advanced race theory.

[Physical Instrument - Formidable 13] Knock him out.

[Leave].

I'm asking this question again because...

KIM KITSURAGI - "I think this racist is better than the last -- but the next racist will be the really good one."

We can pass this Conceptualization check now.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - That will be the...

"That will be our lucky racist!"

KIM KITSURAGI - "He will grant us three wishes."

MEASUREHEAD - "YOUR PAEDOMORPHIC FRIEND HAS QUICK WITS." He leans in to inspect: "A PROTRUDING OCCIPUT AND AN INDENTED ZYGOMATIC BONE..."

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant does not flinch.

MEASUREHEAD - "YOU SHOULD KEEP HIM CLOSE. THE CONGENITAL DEFECT OF FARSIGHTEDNESS DOES NOT RENDER HIM A COMPLETE INVALID. HE STILL HAS THE USE OF HIS MIND."

3. "Know anything about this mug?" (Show him the mug.)

MEASUREHEAD - He does not so much as glance at the object.

"Know anything about it?"

"This your kind of thing?"

"Put this into the trash lately?"

MEASUREHEAD - "STOP SHOWING ME YOUR PATHETIC CUP. I HAVE NO INTEREST IN IT."

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - He had nothing to do with it.

3. "Why are you not with the Hardie boys?"

MEASUREHEAD - "I AM NOT THE FIRST LINE OF DEFENCE -- I AM THE LAST." He looks toward the coast, defiantly. "IN ADDITION, THESE SO-CALLED *HARDIE BOYS* ARE AN EFFEMINATE CLIQUE OF BODYBUILDERS. THEIR COMPANY IS SPIRITUALLY DEGRADING."

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - You pick up on something artificial in his tone, like he's putting on an *act*. This is unlike him. He is usually more himself.

"But you're all part of the Union?"

"There's more to it. What have you got against them?"

MEASUREHEAD - "THE HARDIE MANLETS ARE ON THE PAY OF THE COMPANY. I ANSWER TO THE UNION ALONE -- AND I DO THIS OUT OF *RACE HEROISM*. FINANCE IS AN ALIEN CONCEPT TO THE SEMENESE."

"NOW LEAVE ME BE. I MUST LUXURIATE IN THE COMPANY OF MY WOMAN."

"There's more to it. What have you got against them?"

Let it be.

MEASUREHEAD - "FINE. THEY HAVE RECENTLY FALLEN UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF A POSSIBLY SEXUALLY PERVERTED FEMALE VAGRANT AND A NARCOTICS PEDDLER. IT'S SHAMEFUL."

"Who do you mean?"

MEASUREHEAD - "FIND OUT FOR YOURSELF, ENDOMORPHIC BLOB."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Interesting." The lieutenant takes a quick note.

6. [Physical Instrument- Formidable 13] Knock him out.

We still only have an 8% chance at this, but it won't kill us this time. Which is technically the first time, because last time it killed us.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT [Formidable: Failure] - How did this happen? Your little fist is in his giant hand and he's squeezing it. It hurts...

MEASUREHEAD - "YOU MUST BE OUT OF YOUR MIND, DEGENERATE DRUNK." The pressure on your hand becomes unbearable. "SAY IT: *I AM A DEGENERATE ALCOHOLIC*."

"I… am… a… a degenerate al… alcoholic."

"F... d.. .fuck you!"

"I'm a... cop."

"Help!"

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Your fist cracks in his hand like a ripe apple. Pain shoots up into your brain as he's twisting it more and more:

-1 Health

MEASUREHEAD - "THE WORDS TO THE SONG HAVE CHANGED. SAY: 'I AM A VIOLENT DRUNK.'"

"I... I... I am a violent drunk..."

"No. I... won't fucking say anything."

-1 Morale

MEASUREHEAD - "GOOD." He releases your hand. "NOW LEAVE, BEFORE YOU HUMILIATE YOUR HOMO-EROTIC ORGANISATION ANY FURTHER."

7. [Leave.]

Kim wants to talk to us.

KIM KITSURAGI - "I'd appreciate it if you didn't force us into situations where I may have to shoot random civilians. Because that won't get us anywhere."

"I'm not even sure the *one bullet* my chamber holds would even prick that hulk."

"But *he's* the one trying to provoke *me*!"

"Okay, I was trying to assert my dominance over him."

"But... I was fighting *bad*, unsavoury ideologies. I'm a hero."

"How else are we gonna get through the gates?"

"Can't promise that. I might attack him again." [Leave.]

"Alright, fine. I won't do it again." [Leave.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "And you're just going to *let* him manipulate you like that?" He raises an eyebrow.

4. "How else are we gonna get through the gates?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "There must be some other way. Let's go see the yard again -- it faces the other end of the harbour. We're done with Measurehead here."

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #measurehead

[kurobakachan]

Love is love, isn't it?

Genre: fluff

Ship: queerplatonic Albedo x Sucrose

A part of collab event, @teyvattales I'm Falling For You; prompt: Curling up with a blanket and sipping a hot cocoa.

.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・

October was coming to an end, so the temperature dropped, and the sky was more often covered with rain clouds. Sucrose rushed to her flat to avoid the upcoming rainfall. In a few minutes, she unlocked the door and got rid of shoes and a coat. Unsurprisingly, the flat was dark, indicating that the other person was out of it. She sighed, lit up a small lamp on the table in the room, and walked towards the kitchen.

'Hmm… what do I want to drink?' She asked herself, looking through some shelves and cupboards.

Finally, the green-haired girl decided on a hot cocoa filled with marshmallows. The young alchemist took her favorite yellow mug out of the cupboard and started to prepare a warm drink perfect for such cold and unpleasant fall evenings. After a few minutes, the liquid was poured into the mug and decorated with sweets. She carefully carried it into the room and lit some additional candles on the table. The Anemo wielder covered herself with a warm, fluffy blanket and started to sip her cocoa. The warmth of both these things made her comfortable, which led to one of her favorite activities: thinking.

Apart from being an alchemy nerd, she also loved thinking (or instead overthinking) about specific people, situations that happened or just contemplating nature, experiments, and everyday life. Her thoughts drifted to a particular person who surprisingly changed her life: Albedo. Their first meeting was awkward; neither was good at socializing or understanding social cues, and they felt somewhat uncomfortable around strangers.

After a few meetings, Sucrose thought their shared passion for alchemy might be the clue to getting used to Albedo. In the beginning, the only talks they had were about current activities at the laboratory, methods of experiments, and discussing results. It was a good start for them. Not long after that, young alchemists started sharing their hobbies. Albedo eagerly talked about places and people he liked to sketch while Sucrose was hyping over Hilichurls' bones she had collected. It took them a few months to feel comfortable around each other, but when it happened, they became almost inseparable. Albedo often invited his friend to Good Hunter for delicious cakes and desserts. Those young adults also became a target for gossiping. Kaeya almost every day teased them about not dating and gave them lots of pieces of advice. They felt quite under pressure, and it didn't take even a week to announce their relationship status. It was a weird feeling for both of them. They thought they'd get used to it, but the more they thought about it, the stranger it was. Romantic feelings were too difficult to understand for them; they loved spending time together, sharing thoughts, and even showing some affection, but they acted utterly different from the couples they'd known and felt somewhat uneasy about canonical romantic gestures. Fortunately, Sucrose found an old Sumerian book about love and relationships and immediately showed it to her partner. Finding out about queerplatonic relationships was relieving and reassured them that there was nothing wrong with them. Their bond became even stronger than before, and the happiness they felt was uplifting.

A few months ago, the Anemo wielder moved out of her family house and moved in with Albedo to a small flat in the middle of the City of Mondstadt. It was a new but pleasant experience for them, and they cherished every second of it.

Suddenly, she felt something warm on her shoulder and tensed.

'Sucrose?' A blonde-haired boy asked his frightened partner. 'You've spaced out. You didn't respond to any of my words for three minutes and twenty-one seconds.'

'Ahhh… I'm sorry, Albedo.' She replied, her face flushed with embarrassment. 'I was just overthinking a certain thing.'

'Care to share?' He asked.

'I was just thinking about how lucky I was to meet you.' The green-haired girl smiled at her company.

'Oh, Sucrose. You're the cutest person I have ever known. ' Albedo said, kissing her temple. 'Would you mind if I joined you under the blanket?'

'Come here.' She said, opening her arms and letting the Geo boy in.

Albedo placed himself behind her and dragged her between his legs. He wrapped his arms around Sucrose's waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.

'I missed you.' She stated with a sleepy voice.

'I missed you too, my dearest.'

Soon both of them fell asleep while listening to the rain hitting the windowsill. They felt incredibly warm. Maybe it was just the fluffy blanket, or perhaps it was a soulmate around each other.

#teyvattales #genshin impact #albedo #sucrose #alberose #fanfiction #lgbtq #qpr #queerplatonic #genshin impact fanfic #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact characters #albedo kreideprinz #albedo x sucrose

[ughgoaway]

I can’t handle the suspense anymore. Who caught them in chapter 6 😭😭😭

oh, im so sorry for the lack of content as far as this series. and if I'm honest I think it'll be a while before I'll get back to it, it might be officially on hiatus now...

but because I love you anon and admire your commitment to my silly little series I will just put the 800 words I have for this chapter below the cut, just for you :)

so SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 6 BELOW:

The hot ceramic cup is settled in your hands, you watch as the steam rises out. Small cats and flowers adorned the mug, you briefly thought about how cute they were before snapping back to the situation at hand. The idea of making eye contact with anyone at this table right now is your worst nightmare, so you continue to watch the steam as if it's the most interesting thing you've ever seen. 

Next to you, Matty is lightly drumming on the table with his fingers, he seems just as determined to avoid eye contact as you. The only other noise that can be heard within the dining room was the tap tap tap of red fingernails on another cup of tea, like mother like son you suppose.

Behind you a door opens, Matty's younger brother Louis strolls in with a bowl of Cheerios in hand. “Why is it so quiet in here? Who died?” was the first sentence out of the confused teenager's mouth.

 “Oh no one, just my dignity” you mutter under your breath, earning a childish giggle from Matty. The room soon fell into silence again after Denise kicked Matty below the table and gave him a firm look, he rubbed his shin and grumbled about “child abuse”. 

“No one dear, go back to bed will you? We just need to have a quick chat” Denise replied to her youngest, giving him a sweet smile and waving him off.

 “Oooh you're in troubleee” came Louis' childish reply as he waltzed out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Once again silence was filling the room, slowly suffocating you. Each second the pressure built in your chest. Tap. Tap. Tap. It was all you could focus on. Tap. Tap. Tap. You could feel the disappointment radiating from the woman across from you. Just as you were about to blurt out something about the weather (which you had already discussed, 3 times) Matty saved you. 

“Look mum,” he began with a heavy sigh to his words, “this isn't the first time you've walked in on me and much to my chagrin, it won't be the last. So can we just… let this all go and never discuss it again?” he paused and flicked his head between the 3 of you assuredly nodding. “Great! y/n let’s get you home and never talk about this again!” as Matty finished his sentence he began to stand, pushing his cup of tea into the middle of the table.

“Sit down Matthew.” came his mother's stilted reply and almost instantaneously Matty followed her request, sitting right back down and grabbing his mug. With a heavy sigh, Denise began what you were sure was going to be the most awkward conversation of your life.

You might not have been close with Matty but you were with his mum. After being asked for years to pick Ross up either drunk or high from Matty's house you became close to Denise, sometimes even coming before he called to share a cup of tea and a gossip. Matty can still remember the time he came back home after a week away to you in his kitchen making a drink. You simply looked at him rolled your eyes and shouted, “Denise! Your devil spawn is home”. Soon she came bounding in to welcome her son home but Matty couldn't shake the soft feeling he had knowing you were here hanging out with his mum.

Over the years you moved away and began touring with the band but you still felt as if Denise was a second mum of sorts. Which is why it was especially awkward when the woman you considered a mum walked in on you and her son about to have sex. You'll never forget the scary calmness in her voice when she said, “Downstairs. 5 mins. Dining room. You still take your tea with 2 sugars y/n darling?” with a shaky nod from you she turned around and walked out of the room. Leaving you and Matty to scramble off each other, get dressed and prepare to talk about what the fuck just happened. 

"so," Denise began, you sucked in a breath preparing for what you were about to hear, "when did this start up again hmm? I ignored it when you were kids but really, you're both adults now. What is with this sneaking around"

that certainly was not what you were expecting, the breath you had sucked in came spluttering out in a series of coughs whilst your shock settled in.

whilst you were catching your breath, Matty chimed in with what you were both thinking, "Again? What do you mean "again"?? we only started fooling around a few months ago"

Matty avoided eye contact with you, knowing he would receive a glare for calling it fooling around, or just for acknowledging it in the first place really.

#i just dont know when I'll be inspired again and i cant continue to leave yall hanging like this #so if you care here it is!!! #spoiler warning lol #anon im very sorry for the lack of content so here you go #anon!

[byakuyacoochie]

Can’t stop thinking about this scenario (not a request or anything, more of a suggestion/idea with no pressure to use it or anything!):

Y/N and Bucciarati get into a fight (minor or large, either could work) over a trivial matter and it really upsets her, so she leaves to go on a walk to clear her head. While on her walk she gets attacked/mugged, and ends up with an injury of some sort (like a black eye or stab wound) from defending herself. She waits to come home until after everyone is asleep, and doesn’t text or call anyone, because she doesn’t want to be a bother or a burden. When she returns home, Abbacchio is waiting for her like a parent waiting for child out after curfew. He helps clean and bandage her wounds. Raunchy things probably happen afterwards 😏. Later on, Mista and Narancia probably get mad at Y/N, both for sleeping with Abbacchio and for going outside in the dark and nearly getting herself killed. Abbacchio may or may not scold Bucciarati for upsetting her and making her leave the house to get herself into that situation in the first place 🫣. This really only serves to make Bruno hate you even more, because now he feels like you’re doing things on purpose to turn his own men/friends against him.

I love seeing peoples suggestions and ideas for the series! so thank you for sharing. Firstly I love this idea I am a whore for angst, and without giving anything away there is some aspect of this idea that may already be planned for the series.... However I feel like most of it strays too far from my plans and I know you said it wasn't a request but I'm so appreciative of this ask that I will potentially write this scenario separately from the series.

#this was an absolute delight to read and it is already manifesting it's self to be written into my brain

[purgetrooperfox]

28 for the babygirls of your choice <3 -Lo

softer world prompt list

I miss doing nothing with you (I miss not having to pretend to like your family)

+ Nocte & Saleese (@babygirl-leon-kennedy) || Western AU

Cradled between Nocte’s hands, a mug of stale coffee goes cool despite the heat hanging heavy and oppressive in the air. Every summer, he hopes the ungodly temperatures of years past won’t return, and every summer, his hopes are dashed. The only mercy is that the sun has long since set and the cover of darkness promises a brief reprieve.

More oppressive than even the heat is the silence.

He volunteered for the night watch so he and Saleese could talk without her crew lingering uncomfortably close, but it’s proving difficult. Their split was on bad terms, all flaring tempers and hurt feelings. They both said things they didn’t mean, lashing out, and then life just carried on. The longer they went without talking or writing, the harder it got to break the quiet.

It’s more than a need to mend bridges, now. For Saleese to swallow her pride and contact him, not to catch up or reconnect but to ask for help… her situation would have to be bad. Life-threatening bad.

From his limited exposure to the gang she’s saddled herself with, he can’t say he’s surprised. Greed has a fire lit under them for the time being, but that won’t last, and when it dies, they’ll turn inward. Nocte would bet his life’s savings on it. Meager as those may be.

The pressure doesn’t make it any easier to say what’s needed. He needs to apologize. He needs to explain why he couldn’t, back then. He needs to offer and ask for forgiveness. He needs to make it clear that he’ll burn this entire camp to the ground if they hurt her.

But it all dies in his throat and turns to ash in his mouth.

Saleese’s focus is presumably on the block of wood she’s slowly whittling into a stake, likely more for the comfort of repetitive motion than any real need. She isn’t quite ignoring him, but she isn’t paying him any mind, either. It’s all a hair’s breadth from familiar.

“D’you remember when we were kids,” Nocte starts before he can think himself out of it, “and Old Man Abernathy’s hound got loose?”

Across the fire, Saleese snorts something that lands between a surprised exclamation and a laugh. “Which time?”

“The time he sent us looking for him and we got lost overnight."

"Oh, hell, and we spent an hour trying to start a fire with wet tinder?"

A smile pulls at Nocte's lips, despite everything. "You were convinced we'd never find our way back. I don't think I ever got all the sand and dirt washed out of my clothes."

They slept huddled together on the ground, tucked in behind a cropping of rocks and bushes. It wasn't late enough in the year for the night to be too cold, but they slept hungry and woke in foul moods. His brother used to spout nonsense phrases about being hungry enough to eat a horse and chase the jockey – Nocte found out what that meant, that morning.

All they had the energy to do was walk and bicker.

It's a small wonder they managed to make it back to town at all. Needless to say, their families were worried sick. He can't speak for Saleese, but once Nocte's brothers got over the shock, they firmly vowed never to let him live it down. They also taught him how to start a proper fire before letting him do so much as shower.

The cherry on top of the whole shit sundae was that it turned out, the damn dog was waiting at Abernathy's front door for breakfast first thing in the morning.

It was beyond ridiculous, start to finish. Abernathy was a mean old man with no fondness for children, probably looking more to get the pair of them out of the streets than to find his dog.

It was uncomfortable and disconcerting at best, to feel so lost in the dark.

And it was a bonding experience. He and Saleese don't talk about the fear or the way they clung to each other in their sleep, but it brought them closer. They were friends before, but there was trust afterward, and they only got closer over the years.

Until it fell apart.

Shaking his head, Nocte finally looks back up and sees the same wistful nostalgia he's feeling reflected on Saleese's face. The grief tangled in it doesn't make sense. So he doesn't dwell on it.

"I'm glad you got ahold of me," comes out before he can think twice. Honesty at its most raw bleeds into his voice, and he hears it, and he does nothing to cover it. "Not to say it outright, but I've, ah– well. I missed you."

To call Saleese soft in any capacity would firstly, piss her off, and secondly, be a gross misrepresentation. She's a great many things – and really, Nocte loves her like no other for it – but soft is not one of them. So, she doesn't soften for him, but she warms. It's in the smile that crinkles more around her eyes than her mouth and the way her posture relaxes.

A reception to vulnerability, maybe. More likely, a recognition of herself. It’s something they never really talk about – their history and those similarities. She's Nocte's closest friend, closer than family sometimes, and they don't talk about that either.

"I missed you, too," she says, despite it all. "It used to be so easy to just do nothing."

Nocte narrowly suppresses a scoff. "Back when our families played nice and we could just run wild."

"They were different times." The reflection of flame bounces off the depths of Saleese's eyes.

"They don’t have to be all that different," Nocte tries. Gods does he try, through the weight of decades past, conflicts deep, and old promises of forever. "I'll stay as long as you need me."

She hesitates, but Nocte can hardly blame her. He'd do the same. They're opposite sides of the same coin, after all.

"Alright," Saleese concedes, faster than she would for anyone else. "Stay, until you need to go."

Stay, because I need someone in my corner.

Stay, because I don't trust my inner circle.

Stay, because I miss you too and I know you'll do right by me.

Those words go unspoken, but Nocte hears them all the same.

This new gang of Saleese’s is a powder keg of ulterior motives and lies and deceit, liable to blow at any shadow of a spark. It looks on the surface like she’s wilfully overstaying her welcome when she should just cut and run – but then, few things as simple as that. He’ll stay until she’s safe, and they both know it.

That’s the promise they made as kids and it’s the one they’ll die before breaking.

#leo.writes #leocs #clone medic nocte #others' ocs #saleese jeekkunass #western au go BRRRR #there's something about taking nocte out of star wars but making him someone who goes so exclusively by a nickname #that almost no one knows his government name #asks answered #atama 'nocte' te rangi

[tales-from-nocturnaliss]

If I could give a piece of advice to autistics like me, or simply autistics who struggle to navigate the world and wonder if there's any way to make the pressure of Changes in your brain alleviate at all:

Develop an obsession for finding solutions.

(and to autistics who can't: tl;dr ask someone like me to help you, I would be thrilled)

For the record: I used to be incapable of that. It is legit a skill I taught myself over time, mainly from becoming a better critic for my own writings (yes, skills cross-play with the rest of your life).

Situation: I'm a pretty big tea drinker. I don't like metal filters, I drink by the mug because I like to make different teas in a day. I therefore chose paper filters years ago, and have been happily using them ever since.

Problem: the store we go to stopped carrying them.

World-shattering problem: the brand stopped making them altogether.

Result: with only four filters left, I had to hurry to find an alternative that was still qualitative. I found some, ordered a box a couple of days ago, it arrived today... and the bags are HUGE. Size had not been mentioned, and the packaging made them look small and mug-sized. I am not happy. I'm still gonna use them, but my brain has now been looking for better alternatives for a couple of hours because cannot tolerate to not. Have. The. EXACT. Thing I used to have. Especially considering prices. Dunno what happened, but those quadrupled since last I bought a box a few months ago (no, it's not the size that does it, I checked).

Result 2: I know my brain, and I know it's gonna be a bitch about this filter business. It has been. It's driving me insane (and the husband I expect, who received a litany of comments on Discord as I searched/found potential alternatives/other sites to buy from). It just Can't Let Go, because tea, tea is important, I love tea, I NEED an alternative to coffee because it causes me depression, I need a simple alternative because I am not executively functional in the morning, when I have my first tea.

End result: did you know they make glass tube filters now?

My brain fell in love the moment it saw the photo, and has decreed the tube to be The Only Viable Alternative now. It's cheap, resusable, dishwasher safe, I do love glass items, and it's perfect for a single mug and oohhh I wanna see the leaves dance in my mug without getting into my mouth. It's perfect.

A perfect solution that I found because 1. I couldn't let the problem go (I feel like everyone'll understand me on that front <<), 2. I fixated on finding a different site that sells the right filters, 3. I remembered I have a stainless steel filter somewhere that I could try, but first googled its effects on health, 4. I found an article about that (in French) and discovered other available materials, 5. I googled glass filters out of curiosity and tadaaaaa. Which sounds like a lot of steps. But the hyperfixation + need to find a solution ASAP really breezed me through it.

And I know: not everyone is able to do this. To you who aren't able, I want to say: please, ask someone like me to help you find solutions. I LOVE finding solutions. I love the search, I love the dopamine I get from finding something, and I also love to make people happy, which is extra dopamine. Can't guarantee I'll find these solutions if they're country-specific, but you can bet I'll try to help you to the best of my ability because, yes, I believe we ALL deserve some happiness. And some help.

And now I can finally stop procrastinating but my brain really demanded I write this up to conclude this Tea Chapter. Thank you for tuning in, see you next time my routines are disrupted and/or shattered.

Edit: I have now called myself a tealchemist to the husband and understood exactly why the tube thing appeals to me. Alchemists are a big part of Aeyuu('s issues... XD;)

#actually autistic #autism #tea is the most important meal of the day #now shut up about it brain and go write