#sigh spelled his name wrong the first time my bad

[snowshinobi]

microdosing on cannibalizing my own flesh by reading Richard Silken poems. and falling in love

#this post was brought to you by kaz. ty for the organposting kaz #cannibalism #the triangle of cannibalism #got to have a delightful car ride w #cosmic #and his mom this weekend where we talked about technology and volleyball and poetry #and i got to lose my mind about ''these our bodies possessed by light/tell me we'll never get used to it'' which still rips my guts out #and feeds them to me. to this day. every time i read those lines i become a little more unraveled. my god #richard you minx. i could hug you #richard siken #snowswords #oh yeah and the inherent destruction of building a partnership. its good destruction. you gotta figure out how to be part of a whole #that's life in general too. i think doing romance with people really puts a microscope on the process. at least for me. #like damn being with cosmic means i have less freedom to up and do whatever i want. i can still do almost anything i want but now it's #important to give him a heads up. or maybe he'd like to do this too i should wait for him. or there's something he'd like to do that #im invited along for!! i'll do the original thing i wanted to do another time so we can do this now #yknow? yeah. im destroying snow (singular) to create snow (member of duo). and that helps me remember ive never really been a singular enti #this is its own post isnt it. ok wait #Richard silken #sigh spelled his name wrong the first time my bad

[atlasnessie]

let it be known, i am incapable of love. wings of the devil — mini series

SYNOPSIS — osamu dazai is a feared man in the underworld, so why won’t you fear him the same ?

series masterlist tag list (open) — @cheriiyaya @kuro-chi69 @sleepykolya @kissesmellow21 @lilylylalil

DAZAI KNEW HE IS UNDESERVING OF LOVE.

he is incapable of such feelings, he believed. being one of the most feared demons of all the underworld, one adapts to the name and titles others give. even the whisper of his name brings shivers down other demons’ backs, imagining the horrid rumors of things the demon had done to those who had dared cross the wrong path with him. dazai’s enemies worst mistakes are to be his enemies in the first place, after all.

though, after coming down and falling onto your apartment balcony, he can’t help but let loose, even in the slightest ways. he can’t help but want to be taken care by you, a simple human who has really no interesting qualities. his tense feathered wings relax as he trots around the small apartment flat, his clothing gets less and less formal, his trench coat and dress shirt forgotten and the only thing he’s familiar with now is the t-shirts you buy him every once in a while.

why do you do this, he wonders. why bother trying to help a demon that could take and claim your soul at any given moment, at any opening that was available ? why bother care for him, bathe him, feed him, and do all these extra acts to a thing that would be sent away back to the underworld once a proper spell had been found ?

he never knew. perhaps you’re just a dumb, naive human.

”honestly, human, if i were you, i would’ve bitten off his head and serve it to the lowerclass of the underworld !”

“not. helping.” you grumbled, head in hands as you sat on your couch. you had arrived home in a bad mood, dazai puzzled out. your boss had just dumped files upon files on your desk that had to be done by the end of the week and not only that, he wanted you to train a newbie all at once. to the demon, that sounded like nothing but a lazy chore, he could flick his wrist and pens would start to write on their own and papers would be done and filled in no time, allowing him touring the newbie with a devilish smile. he could do it. but he wasn’t you nor an employee at your work establishment.

“a shame,” he sighed out, stretching and placing his arm behind you, nudging you with his knee. “if you were free at all this week i would’ve taken you out for a quick fly around the port. ‘s supposed to be quiet the sunsets, i’ve heard.”

you groaned again, rubbing your eyes and peaking them out from your fingers, brows furrowed as dazai leaned his head closer to you, a devilishly charming grin on his face.

“you’re really not helping. i’ve heard this newbie doesn’t know how to do shit.” with a sigh, you rest your back on the plush backrest of the couch, not having the mental strength to scold dazai to remove his arm away from your head.

“like i said, a shame.” dazai snickered, poking your cheeks with a clawed finger in tease. “those are what newbies are. they don’t know anything and need to follow you around like a little puppy dog.”

with a glare, dazai chuckles and raises in hands as if in surrender before dropping them down to his side, crossing his legs and looking at you with wide eyes.

“how about i just kill him. your boss, i mean. i could do it with a snap of my finger, just say the word.”

“you can’t kill him, dazai.” you cringe, a cartoonish thought of dazai biting your bosses head off was quite amusing, but you made sure not to let it show.

“sure i can ! he can die of a heart attack, i could twist his insides, make him loosing his footing while walking down the stairs, or—”

“no like, i don’t want you to kill him. i need my paychecks ..!” dazai’s shoulders slump, his toothy smile falling into one of dramatic disappointment.

“ah, you’re no fun, dear.”

the neighborhood streets of yokohama were wet and dark. it had just showered rain, the thick smell of fog engulfing a particular man’s lungs. he stood by a bus stop lamppost, puffing out a cloud of smoke, a thick cigar resting in between his fingers.

“waiting for the bus ?” a voice spoke up from amongst the darkness. the man shifted his eyes to the young adult, eyes smiling like crescents. he was taller than the man, his hair messy and unkept. his clothing were casual, something worn by a house husband or someone who works at home.

“yeah.” the man croaked, placing the cigar back between his lips. the taller individual hummed in response. there was a silence for a moment, the light flickering for a second or two as a car passes by, its wheels going over a small puddle of rainwater on the side before the stranger spoke again.

“you’re the boss of the building not so far from here, yes ? the one with the fancy pillars and open glass windows ?”

“ah,” the mans eyes shone with narcissism. he tossed his cigar away to the ground without thought and pulled out a business card from his breast pocket, handing it to the taller stranger with two hands. “why, yes i am ..! have you heard of me ?”

“i’ve heard plenty.” the stranger carelessly took the card without much thought, glancing at the front and back in pretend attentiveness before slipping it in his back pocket.

“i’ve also heard you have a newbie.”

“oh, yes. he works like a girl. doesn’t even know how to use a copy machine. i’m just hoping the mentor gets their shit together and do what they’re supposed to.” the man grumbled, waving his hands in disregard, only stopping when the stranger chuckles. the business man takes a closer look at the stranger. the light shone on parts of his face in a well manner and, he couldn’t help but admit, this man was quite the eye catcher. a model, perhaps ?

”who’s the mentor ?”

“some kid that’s been working here for a while. a charmer, for sure. doesn’t talk much so i don’t even bother.” the man dug in his pockets to grab his cigar case and lit one up again with well practice. he exhaled and continued. “i assigned ‘em some files, and i swear, that kid flipped me off or somethin’.”

“what’re you gonna do about it ?” the stranger holds back laughter and asks with feigned interest, his head leaning in closer.

“assign ‘em hell, of course !”

the bus slowly rolled up to the stop, its doors swinging open as the man spit out his newly lit cigar, dusting off his clothing and preparing to get on the vehicle.

“you’re not getting on ?”

“no, i’m … waiting for someone.”

the man hesitated and bid the stranger farewell, walking up the stairs as the doors closed behind him. as the bus slowly drove away from the stop, the man standing by the post turned by his heels and walked back from the direction he came from, snapping his fingers once gently with a devilish grin, the moonlight shining on his dark hair. from a distance, he could hear the businessman’s cries of pain, his nicotine filled lungs screeching in anguish.

“where have you been ?!”

“hush now, human ! no need to shout in the middle of the night !”

your hair is still wet from after your shower and your eyes are wide despite the time of night. dazai casually slips off his shoes and walk towards you, a smile on his face.

“i was taking a midnight stroll. isn’t that what humans do when they’re bored ?” you raise up a hand, stopping the demon from coming any closer.

“you reek of cigarettes.”

dazai blinks. he then lifts the collar of his shirt to his nose and sniffs it once before blinking again with innocent eyes. “i do reek,” he responded back. you grumble and point towards the small bathroom, your voice impatient as you demand of him to take a shower. the demon can’t do anything but chuckle and comply. it’ll be worth it by the morning.

#bungo stray dogs #bsd #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd dazai #bungo stray dogs dazai #osamu dazai #dazai x reader #osamu dazai x reader #dazai x you #atlas writes !

[ifangirlalot]

I'm back in my miles Fairchild supermency (idk if I spelled that wrong) Anyways can I request a miles Fairchild x reader smut whatever you want to do with it

˗ˏˋ 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ˎˊ˗ | starring miles fairchild

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*~smut!*~ [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:] oral (male receiving), hand play (male receiving), kinky thoughts (miles' pov)

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[Name]'s POV

While Miles and I have been together for a while now, we've yet to do anything super serious. We've gotten about as close to fucking as you can get without actually getting undressed, though. See, the thing is, I'm a little intimidated by the idea of sex. I haven't ever done it before, but Miles told me that he's done it a handful of times. (He's never specified what "a handful of times" translates to with a concrete number, but taking a look at him tells me everything I need to know, really.) And while I'm not exactly thrilled about it, I can't really say I'm surprised.

The thing is, I wouldn't know how to please him. Not just with the main course, so to speak, but also in the way of appetizers. Reading smut isn't what I'd call a reliable teaching method. That's more or less just something to read when you're horny. So, I guess that's why I'm here now. In Miles' bedroom sitting in front of him, seeing him lean against the wall (because his bed is literally just a goddamn mattress for some fuckin' reason) and tastefully unhook the front button of his jeans and pulling down his fly, like he does this everyday.

Lessons start now.

Miles' POV

I don't outwardly express it, but the way [Name] is staring at my dick like it's some sort of predator she has to conquer is rather amusing to me. My pride is telling me it's because my dick is huge, but I think more likely than not it's just because she's never actually seen one up close before. I'll probably die telling myself the first one, though.

While seeing her nervous, almost terrifed face is fucking hilarious, it's not really getting me riled up. So, while she's having her quiet nervous breakdown, I let my eyes flicker to the opening in her shirt and thinking about pressing my palm against her tits. Maybe giving them a nice, hard squeeze, getting her to cry out if I'm lucky. That does the trick and pretty soon I'm at full mast and ready to get started with teaching her.

Oh what a fun little lesson this will prove to be for me.

After some quick debate, I decide maybe hand shit is where I should start. Save the best for last. "[Name], give me your hand." I urge, not waiting for her to comply and just picking it up myself. I pull it closer to my lap and wrap her tiny fingers around my shaft.

Immediately, she grips it and I have to surpress the urge to scream. Not in pleasure, but in pain. This shit fucking hurts.

"Ow- Hey, hey- Loosen it, loosen it.. that's it.. good girl.." I sigh in relief when she complies but keeps her hand in a loose circle around me. "Okay, we're gonna try jerking me off, alright?" I tell her when the breath finally reenters my system. Could have sworn my life just flashed before my eyes from that experience.

"Oh, that's easy. I read about that, I can do it!" [Name] exclaims, almost excited to try out her knowledge from books. I'm immediately cautious. From that first moment, I'm kinda scared she's gonna break my dick off. Don't think that would be good. I kinda need that.

Turns out I was right to be cautious. One second everything's fine, the next, I've died, and my dick feels like I'm fucking a succulent vacuum. And not in a good way. "Ouch-! Fuck- [Name]-! When I said 'Jerk it off' I didn't mean jerk it off my body!" This is not going at all like how I envisioned it in my head. Like at all. This lesson is so unsexy my boner keeps leaving. I have to keep giving it a couple pip-paps just to keep it up. Which in turn is making [Name] feel bad, which is also making my boner go down. Ugh, this is a nightmare.

Finally I sigh and gently move her hand. "Okay, darling. That's not working. So, instead you're going to use your mouth." When she starts moving down, I stop her by touching her shoulder. "Now before you go down and inevitably bite my cock off, listen carefully. Don't use your teeth, make sure they're just barely grazing me. And wrap one hand around the base and hold it steady. Move it in the opposite direction of your mouth so that it meets in the middle, got it?" She nods and moves down again. I hold my breath and lean back against the wall, eyes closed, half expecting to feel a sharp pain as her teeth sink into my length. But that doesn't happen. Instead, my senses are being sweetly invaded by euphoria. Her tongue is wet and warm around my dick, and her teeth are barely even noticeable. Her hand is moving the perfect speed to contrast her mouth and it feels like heaven. A wet, warm heaven. "Oh- fuuuuck-"

The sounds coming from me are foreign to me. But she's pulling them out of me faster than I can stop them. Normally I'd be embarrassed, but right now I don't have enough time to register anything that isn't pleasure. "Fuck, fuck, don't you stop-"

And then suddenly, she's doing shit that I didn't tell her about. Her mouth pulls off my cock with a soft pop and her tongue laps around me, licking, grazing, making me twitch and buck my hips. When her tongue presses against my bright red tip, my eyes roll back in their sockets and a loud groan resonates around the room. Whatever books she's been fucking reading are definitely my favorites now. Don't know who wrote them or what they're called, but goddamn do I love those books. Then, all too soon, I'm coming and it's over. It has been about two minutes. Fuck, I feel so pissed with myself. Two minutes? Fucking seriously, Miles?

I watch her, my cheeks flaming red, while she takes her time lapping up my mess like a dog under the dinner table. "So," she asks casually, licking her fingers. "When's lesson two?"

[A Note From Zee]

I'm genuinely so sorry this took so damn long- I got caught up in other things, but I hope it was at least passable.

#💭 ۫⠀IMAGINE.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚ #⊹ . SMUT ۫ . #boris pavlikovsky #ziggy katz #mike wheeler #richie tozier #finn wolfhard smut #miles fairchild smut #boris pavlikovsky smut #ziggy katz smut #mike wheeler smut #richie tozier smut #mike wheeler x you #finn wolfhard x y/n #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard fluff #stranger things smut #miles fairchild x reader #miles fairchild x you

[cinewhore]

The Only Exception - extended cut

Pairing: Michael Berzatto x fem!reader - Carmen Berzatto & fem!reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: mentions of drinking, toxic family dynamics, smut 18+ (groping, male receiving oral, penetration, unprotected sex, facial cumshot), canon death, angst and fluff. 

A/N: I wrote something a tad bit sadder and decided not to post it because the episode (s2 ep 6) was bad enough but why not? Dedicated to my lovely friend @spiderispunk​. No beta cause I don’t wanna. Ignore all spelling errors. Hope y'all enjoy. Credits to the gif creator. 

Nothing ever goes smoothly with the Berzatto’s.

Why you thought this holiday dinner was going to be any different was beyond any rational comprehension.

Trying not to be a complete klutz and ruin the side dish you’ve been working on the entire day, you delicately balance it in your left hand while adjusting your scarf tighter around your neck with your right. Putting a pep in your step, you round the corner from where you parked, spotting the stoop instantly.

It was a rare sighting to see all three of the Berzatto siblings together. With Carmy being away at culinary school, Mikey doing his own thing with the restaurant and Natalie living her life, one person always missed the other. It warmed your heart to see just how much they cared about each other, even if they didn’t show it in a normal or healthy way.

“Is that who I think it is?” Mikey’s voice booms over the light traffic passing by, handing Carmy the cigarette he was puffing on.

You crack a smile, despite it feeling like your lips were stuck together due to the cold weather. “Sorry, I’m a bit late. Fuckin’ cat had my keys.”

“How many times did I tell you to get rid of the cat?” Mikey leans down to kiss you but you turn your head, forcing him to peck you on the cheek instead.

“C’mon, baby.” he drawls, throwing you a bashful smile.

You huff out a sigh, lowering your voice. “You know I hate the smoking.”

Mikey nods, face fading into something serious before vanishing. “I know you do. You didn’t bring fish, did you?”

Side-stepping the tall Berzatto, you get pulled into a hug by Natalie, followed by Carmen.

“Hello, gorgeous! It’s so good to see you!” Natalie kisses you on both cheeks before making the move to grab the dish out of your hands. You pull back, shooting her a look.

“Nat, please. I got it.”

“Are you sure?” you watch as her bottom lip quivers a bit. You steal a glance at Carmy, who just shakes his head..

“Fuck. How bad is it?” you gaze at the disheveled trio, awaiting an answer.

Finally, Mikey breaks the silence.

“It’s at a five. Six, at best.”

You lick your lips, rocking back and forth on your heels. “That’s not too bad, right?”

“Right.” Carmy agrees, with Natalie humming in agreement.

“Just don’t fucking ask if she’s doing ok.” Mikey glimpses at his sister, placing hand on your lower back to guide you into the house.

You take a deep breath and exhale through your nose, plastering a smile on your face before entering the shit show.

You’d only been there an hour and you were called the wrong name three times, objectified, cursed at and now Fak was trying to get you to put up five hundred dollars for baseball cards.

Listening with great intent, nodding at all the right times, twirling the wine in glass in your hands desperately wanting to get another refill had your social energy spent.

“We could make you a lot of money, cousin.” Fak goes on, nudging his brother for support.

“Yeah-yeah! Think about what you could do with fifteen hundred bucks! Cold hard cash!” Theodore chimes in.

“Wow, no, yeah this-this sounds like the opportunity of a lifetime.” you murmur. Don’t take it the wrong way, you loved Fak. His personality was infectious, you’ve never seen him get overly angry despite the other guys giving him shit and he genuinely goes out of his way to help everyone. Back when you first started dating Mikey and moved apartments in the city, Fak volunteered to make sure your place was in tiptoe shape and refused payment.

Just then Steve, Michelle’s husband, passes by and you seize your opportunity.

“Steve! How are you?” you beckon him over, scooting over on the tiny couch so he could sit beside you.

“Ah, yes. Mikey’s girl who we aren’t sure how he managed to snag. Good to see you again.”

You brush off his comment with a tired smile, gesturing to Fak and his brother. “So, these guys have a proposition for you, right?”

You nod enthusiastically with them, giving Fak a secret wink.

“Oh, yes! Yes! Do you like baseball cards, Steve?”

“On that note,” you stand up and maneuver yourself out the nook. “I’m gonna go get a refill. Leave you gentlemen to handle business.”

Mocking a military salute, you dash towards the kitchen bypassing other members of the family.

Donna flurries around the kitchen, shouting instructions to no one in particular. You didn’t greet her as soon as you came in, knowing how she gets around this time of the year. To be honest, you were sure that she didn’t exactly like you.

“Donna, my goodness! You look wonderful.” you lay the complement on sweetly, smiling brightly. If you don’t wilt in her presence, she wouldn’t be able to smell the fear on you.

Donna swivels her head to look at you, cigarette dangling from her lipstick smeared lips. Eyes lined in thick mascara, her disapproving expression ripples through you. You smile wider.

“I brought over a little casserole. I figured it would compliment the fish nicely.”

Shifting to face you fully, Donna crosses her arms. “Casserole? What casserole?”

You point to the tin foiled dish. “That one. Mikey brought in, did he not tell you?”

She scoffs. “Yeah, just like he told me about him breaking things off with what’s her name.”

“Anna.” you mutter, swallowing the lump that quietly made its way up your throat.

“Yeah, Anna.” Donna turns back to the task at hand, haphazardly swinging a knife about. “I liked her better.”

Forgoing your much desired glass of wine, you stalk out of the kitchen. On the outside looking in, the Berzatto’s appeared to be your average family. The warm glow of the lights shining out into the frost covered sidewalks invited you in all those years ago and once inside, you then realized why people were so hesitant to accept invites or why Mikey refused to bring up his past.

You didn’t have this growing up. Your family life was much quieter, mom and dad both kept to themselves. Distant cousins never visited for the holidays and you were an only child so there weren’t any siblings to fall back on.

It was boring.

Drove you crazy.

So when the Berzatto’s welcomed you in with open arms (well, some of them) you threw yourselves to the wolves willingly. It helped you grow a thick skin, talk over people and man handle the biggest guys in the room. For that, you were thankful.

A hand reaches out and grabs your wrist, dragging you away from everyone and up the stairs. Mikey is headstrong in his quest to get you alone, not caring to see if you were keeping up the pace. You both stagger inside his room, the door shut soundly behind you, followed by the lock turning.

Mikey doesn’t give you a second to react, mouth leaving open tongued kisses along your jaw and collarbone, hands working at tugging up your skirt.

“Mikey, baby, baby, wait-” you plead, backing up to create space between the two of you.

He flops onto the bed, hands on his knees, fingers raking through his hair again and again.

You’re careful as you sit next to him, scratching your own fingers along the center of his back. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” is all he utters.

“Bullshit. Talk to me.”

He doesn’t have to say anything else, you get it. The party continues below you both, profanities and insults flying like it's nobody's business. It was too much. For Mikey, Camry, anyone. The more time you spent with his family, the more you realized why Carmen never came back to visit.

Why Mikey feels trapped.

“I know.” you whisper against his shoulder, mouthing pressing in tiny kisses. You lift his head up with both of your hands, cradling his face gingerly. The tiredness exudes for nearly every crevice, eye bags worn and solidified. You use your thumb to smooth out his forehead, laughing softly when he wrinkles it more.

“You’ll always have me, Berzatto.”

“I don’t deserve you. Never did.”

You tut. “That’s not true. You’ve always had me. From the moment you sold me that greasy, sloppy sandwich down at The Beef. I was a goner.”

Mikey chuckles, leaning into your hands more. “I got you something.”

Your eyes go wide, brows forming a skeptical look. “Is that so?”

Mikey flickers his eyes down to his pants and you scoff.

“Wow, Michael. Are you gifting me your penis? Again? I must’ve been too nice this year.” you gently slap his face is mock anger.

“Haha,” he deadpans. “Try my pockets, detective wiseass.”

You let go of his face and rummage through his pants pocket, producing a ball of torn tissue paper, kept together by a single piece of tape. Confused but curious, you unwrap the gift, facing dropping as your eyes find his.

The tissue tumbles to the ground, revealing a necklace. At the bottom of it dangled a charm of…cheese?

“I remember the first day you came into the shop. Like a goddamn bat outta hell. Never seen anything like it. You ordered a grilled cheese sandwich and asked for, um, what was it?”

“Havarti-”

That’s right! Fuckin’ havarti cheese! What the hell even is that?”

“How do you own a sandwich shop and not provide a variety of cheeses, I don’t understand it.”

Mikey gawks at you. “Babe, we’re called The Beef. Not the cheese. But you wanna know what I did?”

You encourage him to finish, as if you didn’t know the rest of the story.

“I told you to wait and-and I was gonna go check in the back. I booked it out of the back door, all the way down to Malik’s corner store and bought the most expensive cheese he had. I rush back to the shop and guess what?”

“You made the sandwich.”

Mikey’s face cracks into the biggest grin you’d ever seen, eyes crinkled at the corners. “I made the goddamn sandwich. Brought it out to you myself. Told you that we didn’t serve grilled cheese but for you, I’d make an exception.”

Your eyes well over in tears and you blink rapidly to keep them from falling. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone has done for me, ya know.”

“You’re telling me all I had to do was buy you some cheese to get in your pants? Hot damn.”

You playfully shove Mikey back against the bed, crawling over to straddle him. “Well, it worked after a while, didn’t it?”

Mikey thrusts upwards, growing erection sliding against your damp underwear.

“It sure did.”

He grabs the back of your neck, surging up to slot his mouth against yours. You aren’t delicate in the way you claw at him, nails digging into his tanned flesh. Pushing up your skirt, Mikey palms your ass, stroking it before landing a hard smack against it. You moan into his neck, biting down.

“Perkiest ass I’ve ever seen, baby, shit.” Mikey groans, voice an octave deeper.

“And it’s yours. All yours.”

Mikey secures the back of your head as he flips the two of you over, pushing you down on your stomach. You do the rest of the work for him, sticking your ass up, and curving your back into an arch.

Mikey readily pulls down the zipper of his pants, hands readjusting his briefs until he is able to free himself. Spitting obscenely in his palm, Mikeuy shoves your panties to the side and rubs his silvia across your slickness. You buck back into him, whimpering when he graces you with a lone finger to loosen you up. You whine, and wiggle your ass some more, ready to receive all that he was going to give you.

“Gonna give my baby what she wants, don’t you worry.” Mikey purrs, aligning himself to enter you. He slides in easily, the strained sigh as he fully situates him inside you never ceases to make you wetter.

You pull yourself up so that you were resting on your hands, peeking over your shoulder to catch a gaze at Mikey as you being to fuck him. He was enthralled at the sight of his cock pumping in and out of you, the way you were able to handle him without saying a single word.

He would love to take his time and thoroughly explore your cunt but time is of the essence. Wrapping his right hand around your neck once again, he yanks you up into a deeper arch, left hand on your hip in a deathgrip. He meets your thrusts with his own, dropping his left leg down on the floor to gain some balance.

Between the familial bickering creeping up the stairs, all that could be heard was the squelching of your pussy and the labored breathing of Mikey, muffled praises spurring you on further.

He slaps your ass again and you tighten around him, eyes rolling to the top of your head as you attempt to hold onto his arms for dear life.

“Mikey, oh fucking god, baby you’re gonna make me come so hard. Please, please, please!”

He answers you by sticking his fingers in your mouth and you automatically clamp down on them, sucking and gagging until spit dribbles down the side of your mouth.

Mikey picks up speed and the line breaks as you reach your peak, legs stiffening as you rear back against Mikey. He continues to fuck, albeit at a slower tempo, humming as you spasm against him.

“That’s my girl, my favorite fucking girl. Where do you want mine, huh? Tell me where you want it.”

He removes his fingers and lets them trail down to tease and pick at your hardened nipples that now poke through your shirt.

“I wanna taste. Want it in my mouth.”

“Fuck.” Mikey lets you go and you catch yourself before you fall completely face first into the bed.

“Get on your knees, now.”

You do as you're told, scurrying to position yourself on your knees in front of Mikey. Mouth open and head tilted back, you let a hand caress your breast as the other slithers up his thigh.

Mikey is affectionate as he goes to grab the back of your head, other hand tirelessly stroking his cock. A vein pops out of forehead as he grunts, a few milky droplets coating your face, before steady ropes accompany it. A few of them land in your mouth and you swallow them all eagerly.

Mikey tries to calm his breathing, watching you with hooded eyes as you lick at the tip of his cock, cleaning up the remnants of yourself off of him. You take him down all the way to the shaft for shits and giggles, pulling off of him with a low pop.

“Goddamn devil.”

You wink, swiping at the mess you could feel dripping on your face. Mikey helps to clean you up, both fixing each other’s clothes to appear less wrinkled. Seemingly ok with your appearance, you start to head downstairs but Mikey stops you.

He steps behind you, lifting up the necklace he got you. He fastens it, walking to your front to admire it.

You grab his hand and bring it to your mouth for a kiss.

“It’s you and me, Berzatto.”

“You and me.”

Inhaling heavily, you open the door to reenter the Berzatto family chaos, a new found confidence lighting your path.

That was roughly four years ago.

Or maybe five.

You stopped counting.

You had been going about your day as usual, still getting settled into your new apartment. Boston was a whole new monster to wrangle with but you managed to get by so far. It didn’t feel like home but you figured over time, it would. A lie that spun around and around in your head until it sounded like a foreign language.

The invitation throws you off guard as you thumb through your mail, ignoring the pile of bills for the yellow envelope sealed with a stamp of a bear.

Your hands twitch a little as you instantly drop everything else you were holding onto the overly crowded dining table. You don’t think twice as you rip the stamp off, clawing to get the card out.

Missing you. The Bear opens soon, I’d love to have you come out for a pre-opening. Hoping that you’re doing well in Boston, we have so much to catch up on. My number is still the same.

See you soon - Sugar

P.s. - Fak says hi.

The bottom of the card details the information for the restaurant and the date of the opening. You bite at your lip, glancing around your apartment. It was a dream: your new job, the neighborhood, the coffee shop down the block with the best matcha latte. It was quiet, not complicated and yours. All yours.

Going home, back to the place you ran from seemed stupid. Everything would unravel and you’d fall to pieces again but this time no one would be there to put you back together.

Reaching across the mess, you fish out your laptop. This was a reunion worth unraveling for.

You’re late. So fucking late. It wasn’t your fault though! The plane got delayed and then there was the traffic and you smelled like an airport and desperation so you rushed to the hotel to change. One thing always leads to another but it didn’t matter anymore because you were stepping out of the taxi, smoothing down your coat and anxiously fixing your hair.

You take powerful strides as you approach the restaurant, mouth agape. You couldn’t believe it. What used to be The Beef, the place you spent the majority of your time after work fucking with Richie until Mikey got off, was gone. It was now replaced with a groomed, streamlined, chic replica that stuck out like a sore thumb amidst the rest of the block.  

A car horn sounds and you’re brought back to reality, invitation gripped tightly in your hand. You mumble one last prep talk to yourself before pushing the door open.

A wave of amber and vanilla hit your nostrils first, eyes picking out the candles that were placed around the dining area. The place wasn’t packed but you knew this was because you were late and not because it wasn’t good. If you knew anything about Carmen and his career, it was that the fucker knew how to make good food. He just didn’t know that he did.

A woman clad in all black smiles as she walks up to you, a slight quizzical look on her face.

“Forgive me ma’am but I’m afraid that this is a private event. The restaurant will open to the public soon.”

You shake your head, waving the letter in front of her face. “Oh, I was, uh, invited. I’m so sorry I’m late, my plane-”

Richie strides out of the kitchen, stopping in his tracks once he sees you.

“Holy fucking shit.”

You couldn’t help the amused grin that crosses your face, taking in the new and improved Richie. You hate to admit it but he looks good. Tapered cut, fitted black suit, not too heavy on the cologne and simple accessories to match? What the hell did you miss?

“Holy fucking shit.” you whisper, voice morphing into a high pitched squeal as Richie hugs you, lifting you off the ground.

Upon putting you down, you stand back, motioning wildly at Richie’s figure.

“Oh my god! Are you in a cult? Did they brainwash you? Will the real Richie please stand up.” you clap in front of Richie’s face a few times, to which he swats away.

“A real fucking comedian, huh?” He pulls you into a hug again, inhaling your scent.

“How have you been, cousin?”

Richie pulls away, leading you to a fully set table. You thank him as he pulls out your seat, taking the one across from you. He shrugs at the question, gaze traveling around the restaurant.

“Been busy. Bustin’ my balls to keep this place in tiptop shape.”

You nod, momentarily distracted by a server filling up your wine glass. You pick it up and take a whiff, eyebrow raised. A classic white. Your favorite.

“This is really nice, like, I expected something but this,” you take a moment. “This is something else entirely.”

“Yeah, it is.”

Richie admires you as you sip your wine and continue to look around, getting washed over in nostalgia. He remembers the good days. The days were Mikey was happy, the two of you bantering while making dinner for him, Eva and Tiffany. You were making sure he stayed the course, keeping him sober. Then, for whatever reason he just couldn’t fucking understand, it collapsed. He lost everything he never really had in the first place.

Natalie barges from the back of the house a few seconds after, screaming at the top of her lungs the second she sees you. You both speak over each other, holding each other tightly and taking turns petting Natalie’s stomach.

“Oh my god, Nat! You’re going to be a mom!” you exclaim, hands pressed on the sides of your face.

Natalie sighs, tears falling. “I’m gonna be a mom!”

“I can’t fucking believe it.”

“Neither can I. It just sort of happened.”

You nod, plopping back down in your seat while Richie gets out of his, helping Natalie sit in it instead.

“Cousin, I’m gonna get your order sorted. I’ll be right back.” Richie announces, planting a kiss on Sugar’s head before disappearing to the kitchen.

“It’s been like four years?” you say, gauging Sugar’s expression. You didn’t mean for her to get caught up in your mess once you moved away but she was the only constant reminder of Chicago that you had and you were thankful. The eldest and only daughter syndrome really popped off with her.

It’s amazing how easy you’re able to flow back in conversation with her. You catch up with each other’s lives, tiny bits of gossip filling the cracks. You avoid bringing up Donna, not wanting to tamper Natalie’s mood as she happily chatters about the nursery. Dinner feels like old times and before you realize it, you were scraping your finger across the dessert plate to savor the sweet tanginess of the course.

“Where’s Carmy? I’d like to congratulate the man of the hour.” you wipe your hands with your napkin, polishing off your wine.

Sugar rocks her jaw, eyes cast downwards. You knew the two of them had a somewhat strained relationship but you figured since she decided to work with Carmy, things had settled between the two of them.

“He should be in the kitchen cleaning or probably out back smoking a cigarette. Filthy.”

You hum, sliding out from behind the table. You peck Sugar on the cheek and stroll through the kitchen, murmuring hello’s to those you haven’t seen in a while.

Sugar’s assumptions are true, Carmy perched on the concrete near the dumpster. He does a double take when he sees you but doesn’t get up from his spot.

You’re careful as you sit next to him and upon seeing that you’re wearing a dress underneath your coat he panics, trying to stop you before it’s too late.

“Hey, no, you don’t need to sit down here, we can go back inside-”

“Carmen, sit down. Please.”

Carmen nods and joins you. You dig around your coat pocket for your vape, taking a long drag before exhaling.

You two smoke in a comfortable silence for a while. Carmen was your favorite in this regard, knowing that around him you didn’t have to say anything. You could just shut the fuck up and enjoy each others presence.

Carmy nudges his knee alongside yours. “You think he would’ve liked this?”

You ponder on it a little, taking another hit from your pen. “You definitely would’ve fought over the menu. And where is the poster?”

“What poster?”

“The poster, Carmen.”

“What fucking poster? I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“The goddamn baseball poster! You know the one. It was in the office before, I think.”

“Oh, that one. Yeah, Sydney fell through the wall, tore a hole in it.”

You scoff, taken aback by Carmy’s nonchalant response. “Fell through a wall?”

“Yes but don’t worry. Richie taped it back together.”

“Fuck the poster, Carmy, how is Sydney?”

Carmen shrugs. “She’s good. Makes a good partner.”

You nod, staring back at the restaurant. “She managed to pull this shit out of your ass, color me impressed.”

Another beat.

“Hey,” you move your legs so that you are leaning against Carmy, huddling against his shoulder. “I want to apologize.”

Carmy takes the bait. “For what?”

“For leaving. I just ran. Didn’t say goodbye, didn’t look back. You didn’t deserve that. None of you did. Mikey fucking ruined me. I felt selfish though, you know? Cause I was just someone he dated but you, Sugar, Richie..y’all were his blood.”

You feel Carmy take a deep breath, head drifting over to the side so that it rests on top of yours. “You don’t need to apologize for that. You were his fucking heart, he talked about you all the time it was annoying as shit. Plus, everybody runs.”

“You didn’t.”

Carmy glares at the restaurant. “Not sure I can agree with you on that.”

“After Mikey, I just felt like I failed, you know? I tried so hard. I did. I thought we made it over the rough parts but just like that, he slipped. I couldn’t pick him up anymore.” you pluck at your legs, getting stuck in your thoughts.

“You didn’t fail him.” Carmy mumbles.

“Neither did you.”

For once, Carmy lets the words settle in his chest, soothing the frightened side of him that constantly tells him he’s not good enough. It was temporary, he knew this, but it didn’t stop him from indulging in the sentiment.

“You could stay, you know. I could take care of you.”

Camry’s offer catches you off guard and you untangle yourself from him to look in his eyes. Behind them you could see the Carmy you once knew. It hurt, knowing that he was still torturing himself over the loss of Mikey, grappling with the opening of his restaurant. So much pressure on one person who swore that he couldn’t feel it and wouldn’t dare let anyone help him carry the load.

You smooth his hair back, giving him a sad smile.

“I think it’s time I took care of myself, Carmen. Boston is good. I’m gonna be ok. You need to take care of you, man. Someone’s gotta make sure Richie doesn’t strangle himself with his new ties.”

Carmen laughs and even flashes teeth.

“By the way, what is up with that? Fucker looks like he belongs with the secret service.”

“He was mad about the forks.”

You give a half shrug. “Forks. Yup, got it.”

You weren’t sure what was going to become of The Bear but you knew that if Carmy kept his head on straight, he’d get through all the shit life put him through.

He was a fucking Berzatto.

They never went down without a fight. And god help those who fucked with bears.

#Michael berzatto x reader #Michael berzatto x fem reader #the bear fanfiction #carmy berzatto & reader #carmen berzatto & fem reader #carmy berzatto & fem reader

[koolades-world]

Behind the Scenes

All it took was the watchful eye of your best man.

“How was yer day?” Mammon took your bag from you as the two of you began the walk home from RAD together.

“Uneventful mostly, but not bad. The fact that you were there during Seductive Speechcraft today was more than enough to turn my day around.” You turn and smile at him.

“What’d ya mean?” He glanced over at you.

"Just a bad day. Having you at my side make it better." You try to deflect.

"What happened?" He reached out to grab your hand, which you took.

"A couple things." You avoid his gaze.

“What’s the matter, darlin’?” Mammon stopped you in your tracks by standing in front of you. He looks right into your eyes, and holds your chin in his hands.

“You’re so caring Mams, but I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” You place a hand on his arm, trying to continue walking. He stops you, holding you close.

"Ya've been havin' bad days for a while now. What's the root? Ya can't hide this from me." You sigh, realize the jig is up.

"There's been this demon at RAD who's been picking on me. Today he stole my Potions homework, shouldered me into my locker, and almost drowned me in the bathroom. Thankfully the professor let me off since I never forget my work at home, but next time I might not be so lucky." You admit.

"He what? Forget the whole homework thing, I'll kill the bastard. Who did this to you? You gotta tell me about this stuff. Where does it hurt? Tell me the truth." Silently, you lift one of your sleeves to reveal the bruise you got from being slammed into the locker and pull down the collar of your uniform reveal the outline of fingers on the back of your neck. You wince at the memory. “What were ya planning to do? Suffer in silence? Mc, I don’t tell ya enough that I love ya.” He cupped your face in his hands, speaking to you gently.

“Usually when this happens, I just use a spell to cover it since I'm not good enough at healing magic yet. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not telling you and I’m sorry for worrying you, but he…” You trail off, glancing around. “I don’t think I should even be telling you this.” Mammon looks at you, then around the both of you as well.

“Ya know damn well ya can tell me anythin’. Fuck him. If ya want, ya can wait until we get home.” Mammon knew whoever this demon was wouldn’t dare to both you while he was around.

“I want to wait until we get home.” You said. That was the only thing you had been sure about that entire conversation. Mammon, instead of letting you walk, opted to carry you, insisting it was for your own good. You couldn’t shake the feeling of paranoia, that he was somehow listening and that you said too much.

One you both arrived home, Mammon sat you down in the living room and called over everyone that was home. In a matter of minutes, Levi, Satan, and Asmo were gathered around you, concerned at how oddly serious Mammon had approached them. While you sat silently, Mammon explained. You could see the rage blossoming on Satan’s face, and the horror on Levi and Asmo’s.

“Sweetie, why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Asmo cuddled you in a similar way that Mammon did when he found out.

“I was afraid…” You search their faces for their reactions.

“What did he say to you?” Asmo asked.

“He told me he would hurt my family if I told anyone. Not you guys, my human family. I haven’t seen them in so long and I didn’t want anything to happen to them. I really miss them. He said it would be fun to…” You couldn’t continue. A silent tear makes its way down your face. Mammon wiped it away.

“You don’t have to continue.” Asmo pulled you in closer to him.

“What’s his name?” Satan speaks up for the first time. His face was a little red and his eye has begun to tick, but looked eerily calm otherwise. To the untrained eye, it may have looked like he was calming down, but that couldn’t be more wrong.

“Please don’t hurt him.” You begged them.

“Why?” Levi, who had also been silent, nervously asked.

“He must have a reason for acting the way he has been. He probably has a family, and friends. I don’t think he deserves to be hurt, just maybe talked to.” Asmo gripped you hand tighter at your words and swept some hair out of your face.

“We’ll see what we can do, honey.” Asmo exchanged glances with his brothers. “How about this? We take you to Purgatory Hall to spend time with whoever’s there right now while we go talk to Lucifer, Belphie, and Beel.” He asked you.

“Can’t it wait? What if he’s listening?” You pleaded.

“I can assure you if he is out there and dares to act on his threats, I will see to it personally.” Satan’s tick was stronger and more noticeable.

“Anyways, I trust Sol with my life! If there’s anyone I would let look after you, it’s him.” Asmo told you.

“Ok, if you’re really sure. I trust you. Thanks guys. Can I have a hug?” You rose from your stop to be swarmed by the four demons around you. They took care to not hurt you more. You felt safe in the middle of them.

All of them personally went with you to drop you off at Purgatory Hall. Simeon answered the door, and as soon as he took in the scene, his usual smile faded and called for Solomon. Mammon explained the situation, to which they promptly agreed to help. As Asmo transferred you to Simeon, you heard Solomon asking them to save him a piece. It send a sharp shiver down your spine. As soon as the door shut, their facades dropped.

“They never told us his name. Even if it means I have to check every student at RAD, I will. After all, there can only be so many who meet his description.” Asmo chuckled. Satan was still doing his best to hold in his explosive rage until they were far enough from Purgatory Hall.

“Levi, take Satan somewhere to decompress for a while. We’ll reconvene here once we find the others.” Mammon took out his DDD and began making the calls he needed. Asmo also took out his DDD to check as many Devilgram accounts as he could to see if anyone looked particularly guilty.

As soon as Lucifer found out, he practically flew out of the place to meet up with his brothers. It was easy to see the similarities between him and Satan at this point. Belphie and Beel weren’t far behind. It was rare to see them both so agitated. The three of them quickly went in to see you, to see for themselves that you were ok, and to ask for the name of who has been bothering you. After much coaxing, they finally got it. Lucifer made Simeon promise to heal you, and with that, they vanished again. You didn’t know what to think, and hoped they would adhere to their promise.

Once they found him, they didn’t know what to do first. Question him or get straight to what they were there for: to make him pay for what he did. Each of them had their own idea, that they would never dare tell you. While you were safe and sound at Purgatory Hall, the brothers were having the time of their lives. It was a side of them they would never let you see; the side of them that truly reveled in misery and pain.

That demon vanished.

About a week and a half later, he reappeared a changed demon. He apologized for everything he did and remained out of your way from then on. He seemed physically fine, but was a different demon altogether. He was much nicer, and quieter. His friends avoided you like the plague, afraid of something you didn't understand. In fact, after that, everyone treated you like gold if they didn't already. You weren't stupid. You knew the brothers did something but nobody dared tell you. It was a little uncanny as everyone outside your household was pretending nothing had happened in the first place.

But the brothers were kinder, if possible. They kept bringing you small trinkets and gifts, like flowers and anything they thought you would like. They checked up on you more frequently and took you out more frequently. They always made sure you had everything you wanted even if you didn't ask for it. They even arranged for you to see your family in the human world with one accompanying you, although you suspected the others were watching from a distance. It was still chilling to think about what they did to that demon to make them stop so suddenly upon their return, or where they even went, but you settled on never knowing what they did. You just took their gestures at face value and appreciated them for it.

The brothers were glad you were recovering from everything. Anything you refused to tell them, they got out of the perpetrator. Simeon was an amazing healer, and even Lucifer wasn't sure how he brought him back together, mentally and physically. You could never find out.

errrr i don't really like this </3 the concept was more fun but I can't scrap it after how much i put into it

i kinda wanted it more ominous with less words but i think I need more writing practice for that lol

#obey me #obey me! #obey me satan #obey me x reader #obey me asmo #obey me levi #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me! shall we date #obey me! shall we date? #obey me leviathan #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

@steddiemas Day 18 -  Classic Christmas Songs (The First Nöel)

pairing: steddie | word count: 1,924 | rated: G

It didn’t take too long after the song started for Eddie to want out.

He debated staying, just to listen to Steve sing along to it under his breath while he meticulously weaved strips of dough over a pie with what Eddie thinks is way too huge a mound of blueberries, but even that didn’t help.

Steve’s ‘everyone over for Christmas dinner before Christmas’ idea made Eddie skeptical at first, having literally everyone (the Hendersons, Mrs. Wheeler along with Nancy, Mike, and Holly, The Sinclairs, the Hopper-Byers clan, Gareth and Freak along with Jeff and his mom, the Buckleys (of course), and even he and Wayne) together under one roof seemed like a disaster waiting to happen.

But no.

Everyone got along great, the lot of them snacking on meats and cheeses, stolen candy and cookies that Steve had made over the last couple days, Wayne, Hop, and Claudia are fussing over two whole turkeys and a huge ham, and Joyce, Karen and Lucas are whipping up huge batches of side dishes.

And it doesn’t usually affect him this bad anymore, but that damned song paired with all of their huge chosen family together under one roof like this, warm, happy, healthy…he had to leave. 

He did not want to get emotional in front of them.

The sound of the door sliding on its track breaks Eddie’s reverie. It was longer than he thought it’d take for someone to come looking for him, but he suspects that it was done on purpose.

He doesn’t look back at who decided to grace him with their presence, but immediately knows who it is when a hat gets pushed down onto his head, just a bit too far down.

“You’re not catching a cold on my watch, Munson.”

Eddie pushes the fold of the knit cap off his eyes, “Wasn’t planning on it Steve-o.”

“Coulda fooled me. As if trying to withstand a whole winter in a leather jacket isn’t gonna give you a cold.”

A snort of a laugh escapes Eddie’s lips at Steve’s sarcastic tone. “I have, and no colds yet.”

“Uh huh. Sure.” Steve says, sitting down beside him.  “That’s why you borrowed my old puffer coat last time you were here, right?”

The lone poolside chair not packed away for the season wasn’t his first choice of seating, but it was the only one. Though Steve’s dry heat beside him is already a welcome balance to the cold metal and plastic of the chair.

Eddie’s lips twitch up into a brief smile, “I didn’t want to get mine all wet.”

They fall silent after that, and Eddie fishes his lighter and pack of Marlboro’s out of his pocket, pulling one out of the carton and lighting it up.

He offers one to Steve, but he waves him off.

“So.” Steve says after about half the cigarette was gone.

“So?”

“Are you alright, Eddie?”

He stays silent, debating whether or not to actually tell Steve what was wrong or just brush it off again.

“Was it something I–we said? Or did?” Eddie caught the slip, and decided he was going to tell him, but Steve continued on, “I know you’re not the biggest fan of Christmas anyway..”

“No, it’s not—” Eddie heaves a sigh, and even he can hear the exasperated relenting in it. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Steve. None of you did.”

He takes a drag and blows out a long stream of steamy breath and smoke. It hits him then, before he even speaks, that he’s being dramatic. Has been being dramatic. What a stupid thing to get emotional about.

“My middle name is Nöel. Like, fully, exactly how it’s supposed to be spelled for the holidays. The two dots over the O and everything. So it’s just me being dramatic; it gets annoying to hear all season.”

At first, Eddie thinks he’s gotten away with it, that Steve’s silence is just satisfied understanding, but just before he’s about to put himself back on the right way to go back inside, Steve speaks again.

“Where’d the name come from?”

Eddie finally looks over at him, taking in the comically mismatched pink My Little Pony scarf (Erica’s) and bright safety green beanie (Robin’s) he’d thrown on before coming out to the patio. “..Huh?”

Eloquent as ever, Munson.

“C’mon man.” Steve says, rolling his eyes fondly and nudging Eddie’s shoulder with his own. “You act like I don’t know you.”

Eddie’s “You don’t.” is automatic.

Steve just scoffs, “You disappeared without a word, man; normally you announce, with wildly different levels of dramatics each time, that you’re going to smoke, or you ‘gotta take a leak’. You didn’t do that this time so naturally that means this was more than just getting annoyed by a Christmas carol.”

Eddie blinks at him. Stunned by the proof that he, Eddie Munson, was one of the people Steve used his almost insane levels of observation on after all. Usually it’s wasted on the kids; Steve’s acute ability to hone in on exactly what each of the party needs at any given time—how Steve has encyclopedic knowledge on each of their favorite snacks, their preferred drinks, games, movies, which blankets they like to steal from the Harringtons’ nearly bottomless linen closet—almost always goes unappreciated. 

“I may not get a lot of things, but I do pay attention to the people I care about.” Steve continues on, voicing Eddie’s thoughts.

“You a mind reader now too, Harrington?”

Steve grins at him, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Nah man, I’m just a damn good babysitter.”

Eddie huffs out another laugh, “Sorry to tell ya this, but I don’t need to be babied or sat.”

He doesn’t say anything more, just waits for Eddie to continue.

“It was my mom.” Eddie finally concedes, “She gave me the name Nöel. So you kinda hit it on the head, there is more to it than just the song.

“Wayne says she chose it because she loved the season, that it was when she felt most at peace no matter what else was going on in her life.”

Steve is quiet beside him, just existing in the space while Eddie finishes off his cigarette.

“And that’s why I get so salty about Christmas. It’s not because she died around this time of year, which doesn’t help of course, it’s because she loved the holiday so much. I mean,” he snorts, “She named me after it after all. So this time of year always felt so wrong without her.”

He stubs the flame under his boot, scrubbing it into the concrete and promising himself he’ll come back for the butt later (he’ll forget). 

The younger man is silent for two more breaths.

“Eddie, I am so sorry..”

All he can do is shrug, “It’s fine Steve, I’m used to that song by now–well, I was.”

“What changed?”

Eddie lets out another steadying breath. “When I was little, down in Tennessee, it was worse because I was little. All the crafts and games and things they did with first and middle names in elementary school y’know?” He sees Steve nod out of the corner of his eye. “The kids down there would sing the damn song at me to make fun of me. After I came up here to live with Wayne it got better…kinda.

“The kids here didn’t know what my middle name was, and Wayne would switch the radio station if that godforsaken song would come on come December, but even then, every time it did come up…it was like a pointed little finger poked into the bruise left behind after mom died.” Eddie says, jabbing the air in front of him with his own finger in a harsh movement before letting his hand drop back down to his lap. “It was starting to get better, hearing my name like that.”

“How so?” Steve’s voice lilts into something eager, but just barely.

Eddie sucks in a deep breath and the cold, dry air burns his nose as he does.

“You.” he states, using all the breath he’d taken in on the one word. 

“Me?” Steve asks in disbelief.

“Ever since I found out that you also think November 1st means Christmas decorations need to be up.” Eddie nods, he wasn’t about to tell him about the soupy gut feeling he’d gotten when he heard Steve singing along to that stupid fuckin’ song. “Annoying, but it was the same when I was little.

“You should see the pictures,” he grins, continuing on, “A little Batman helping mom put up the tree because I didn’t want to take off my costume–even slept in it a couple times, waking up the next morning to hot chocolate, candy canes, and popcorn garlands.”

“That’s adorable.” Steve laughs, and Eddie laughs with him, his chest feeling miles looser than when he first came out here.

They’re silent for a bit, listening to the muffed yells of the kids coming from inside about who knows what.

“I’ll follow Wayne’s example,” Steve says eventually. “I’ll make sure to change the station, won’t sing it any—”

“Nah, no way man. You don’t have to do that. Like I said, it was getting better.”

“Still, I don’t want to make you upset.”

“Don’t worry about it Stevie,” he sniffs, looking over the empty pool, “I like when you sing it.” he admits before he can stop himself. 

Aw fuck.

“You do?”

 “I do.” 

What the fuck are you doing?!

“You do.” Steve states as if he doesn’t believe him.

Eddie nods silently, gulps around the nerves in his throat. “It’s stupid, but it’s like you’re singing about me rather than at me. It’s…nice.”

Steve falls quiet, so he turns to face him again; Steve’s eyes are wide, cheeks red from the cold and otherwise pale.

Shocked. And not in a good way.

“Just don’t tell any of the other jerks, ‘kay?” Eddie laughs, it comes out strained. “They’d definitely be singing it at me if they found out.”

Steve’s face thaws into something softer at that, his lips twitch like they want to smile. 

“Also, I hardly doubt Henderson’s got nearly as good a voice as you do.”

That finally melts him completely, “Henderson’s actually got some pipes on him.” he laughs softly and knocks his shoulder into Eddie’s. “You should hear his Madonna.”

“Yeah no. No thank you.” Eddie says as he stands, “C’mon Stevie, let’s go back in and eat. It’s time to eat already, right?” He offers him a hand.

Steve takes it and pulls himself up, “After you, Edward Nöel.” he does a sarcastic half-bow, waving Eddie forward.

Eddie scoffs at him, but starts toward the door nevertheless. “That’s not even what Eddie’s short for.”

“Aw, what?! What’s it short for?”

“Nuh uh, I already bared one part of my soul tonight.” (“Aw come on!”) Maybe I’ll tell you after we’ve been friends for another nine months or so.”

Steve laughs as they reach the sliding door. “Lookin’ forward to it, Eds.” 

Eddie’s about to slide it open when Steve suddenly stops him, grabbing his wrist.

“Wait–Eddie, before we go back inside, I wanted to ask you something.”

“Uh, yeah, sure. Shoot.” he turns to face him properly.

Eddie watches Steve’s eyes flicker over his face. They hover somewhere below his nose before coming back up to lock onto his eyes.

“Can I kiss you?’

“C–can you kiss– What?! Why? When—”

Steve stops Eddie's spluttering when he tilts his head back to look above them.

God. Damn. Mistletoe.

yes, my first name is noelle. why do you ask? no, no, of course i didn't give eddie that middle name just to vent about that damn song... 😳😅

other parts! Pt. 1 (Day 1) | Pt. 2 (Day 2) | Pt. 3 (Day 5) | Pt. 4 (Day 6) | Pt. 5 (Day 7) | Pt. 6 (Day 11) | Pt. 7 (Day 13) | Pt. 8 (Day 18) [YOU ARE HERE] | Pt. 9 (Day 21) | Pt. 10 (Day 25) also on AO3! this year

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[ironstrange1991]

It's a Girl

Pairing: Defender Strange xFem!Reader (Established Relationship)

Synopsis: Y/N is in her last month of pregnancy and can't sleep, so Stephen helps her to get comfortable.

Word Count: 0,960k

Warnings: None, just fluff.

A/N: This is very short, but I hope you guys like it anyway. Have a nice reading!

The hours passed quickly as you tossed and turned in bed without being able to fall asleep. You were feeling huge and bloated and at that point in your pregnancy you weren't exactly expecting to be able to sleep comfortably, but you needed to be able to sleep at least a little.

Even though you tried to move slowly while fighting your own body to try to settle on the mattress, you eventually ended up waking Stephen up. It couldn't be any other way. Stephen was an extremely light sleeper.

You felt him shift in bed and then sigh heavily. "What’s wrong baby?" You heard his husky, sleepy voice and then was your time to sigh.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you up. I can't sleep."

You felt him shifting in bed and then he turned on the bedside lamp and turned to look at you. His hand immediately touching your belly.

"Is it the baby? Is something wrong?"

You shook your head and held his hand "I just can't seem to find a comfortable position. I'm restless and I've made the baby get agitated, now it's kicking and my back is hurting."

Stephen smiled and kissed you gently, then leaned down until his face was close to your belly. He kissed there and then started whispering to the baby. His voice was too low for you to understand what he was saying, but you heard a few words: daddy, your father, my sweet little girl.

He then moved his hand subtly and you felt his warm white magic penetring into your skin. You didn't ask him what exactly he was doing, you trusted him. The feeling wasn't bad, it was like you could feel his magic entering your skin and enveloping your womb. It was warm and comfortable and you could immediately feel how it soothed the baby. The kicks that seemed to want to break your ribs were replaced by small kicks, much more subtle, that seemed to accompany Stephen's hand.

"That's right, little one. Let your mother take some rest now, hmm? Daddy will stay here next to you all night. Sleep now. You're safe. You both are."

Stephen turned to look at you and there was a beautiful smile on his lips and once again you were sure you had chosen the right man to live with for the rest of your life.

"Better?" He asked.

You cupped his face and just nodded. You were delighted with what he had just done. "You put the baby to sleep. How did you do it?"

His smile widened and you could see how proud he was. "A simple connection spell. It allows me to connect directly with the baby and encourage him to do what I want in a way." He placed another kiss on your belly. "I read about it in a book about motherhood in terms of the mystical arts. It's totally safe." He assured.

Oh right. Of course Stephen, Sorcerer Supreme and Leader of the Defenders would find time in his extremely tight schedule to read maternity magic books. As if it could be any more perfect.

You smiled openly. "It's wonderful. Do you have a spell to make me finally find a position to sleep? Since you are so perfect."

Stephen smiled proudly and took one of his pillows "Turn on your side baby, let me put this under your belly."

He helped you get into position and you loved how caring and attentive he was to you. When you finally got comfortable, he laid back spooning you.

"Lift your head, love." He put his arm under your head and you lay down again. He put his other arm around you. "Is it better this way?"

You turned your head enough to find his lips and kissed him softly. "So much better."

He hummed and you two were silent for a minute.

"You called it your baby girl, how can you be so sure it's a girl? Is there a spell for that?"

Stephen chuckled "No, not that I know about. It's just a feeling. At first I imagined a boy and I was so happy when you said you'd name him Vincent. But now I feel it's a girl. It would have helped if you had let the doctor tell us the sex once and for all."

You smiled feeling his hand caressing your belly absently.

"We still have one last ultrasound next week."

"Are you serious?"

You nodded "It's yours as much as its mine, baby. If you want to know then let's find out."

You couldn't see his face but you knew he was smiling happily and when he answered his voice shook a little.

"I want it, very much."

You smiled feeling your body slowly relaxing and sleep finally approaching.

"Do you have any names in mind? It just occurred to me that we weren't thinking of girls' names." He said.

"I like Katherine. I don't know why, but I've always liked that name."

Stephen hummed "Our little Kate." He said and kissed your shoulder.

"Or our little Vincent. We don't know yet." You remembered, but he shook his head "It's a girl. I just know it."

You just smiled giving up trying to reason with him. "Anyway I know you're going to be the best dad in the world."

"Yeah? And why is that?"

You intertwined your fingers with his fingers "Because you are already the best husband in the world."

He placed another peck on your shoulder and sighed heavily. "I love you baby."

"I love you too Stephen."

"I want to be the best for my girls."

You just smirked to yourself without bothering to correct him. Deep down you also felt that it would be the way he wanted it. It just felt right. Stephen seemed like he was born to be a girl's father.

“You already are.” You whispered drifting off to sleep

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@junejunejun

—The post—

I totally understand your pain. Your fav character not having enough fics of them in this app? Absolute pain. Also! Spoiler alert❗️ there's gonna be 2 readers together 😘🥰 (totally not because idk which 2 gender of readers u wanted)

This is kinda sh- bad.

Note: I do not proof read so if I miss-spell something or like instead of saying her/he or she/him and saying "you" Please do correct me.

Male reader is either taller or stronger than itto. Just wanted to point out

DNI MINORS. Of course, if u are one and still read it; I won't stop you, but you can't blame me. <3 Also, I still don't completely understand how to lock a fic thing. Idk anymore

Warning:! 3rd person point of view? NSFW, Slight blood mention, praise k!nk, threesome, Slight rivalry between readers, only 2 genders (f!) And (m!) So no trans reader, Itto is AMAB and I think that's all? Tell me if I missed some.

Itto— orange

×—×—×

Itto was doing a Beetle battles again. Totally not dying inside from being defeated 8 times in a row. He finally was finished as he wobbly tried to find you. Sniffling at his loss slightly, but still, his mood was happy! Like, how can't he not be happy with you? He still tries to find you until he finds a bottle filled with bright and hot pink color liquid.

He wasn't gonna drink it at first, but he was unconsciously coming closer (perhaps because of the aroma in the atmosphere). Without knowing until he gulped the whole bottle down, he panicked since he didn't know why he did that. He quickly ran to your guys house, finding you both there as his hair was a mess. he quickly rested his head on {F! Name} lap/thighs. (Don't worry, the certain merchant that selled that was me teehe. It's all free.)

(Guys can have very....nice thighs, you know. Either buff, slim, thick, and girls thighs, or any. Because I'm going to suffocate myself with it either way— I mean.....nvm-...im just saying y'know.)

[Also, the lap/thighs is {F! Name}]

He shuddered when he felt a more, muscular and bigger hands onto his neck that was playing with his hair. It was {M! Name}

"What's wrong itto?" {M! Name} asked. {F! Name} was also worried. Rubbing his horns softly as he whined. "*hic* Please help me....it huurts..! Pleashe.....?" His words slurring, as his face flushed with red

He's squirmed, whining how it hurts! Please help him? Pretty pleaseee? Drooling as he quickly kissed back when {F! Name} kissed him. Trying to lean more into the kiss, he yelped when {M! Name} walked to the bedroom upstairs, covering his mouth from the embarrassment of making the sound.

But quickly forgets it and tried un-buttoning {M! Name} shirt but pouting when he struggled, so he simply ripped it apart, which made {F! Name} slightly chuckling and made {M! Name} raise his eyebrow at him.

"Oh my, how impatient of our Itto to just do this!" {F! Name} laughed as she said that. {M! Name} sighed but smirked slightly when he saw Itto voice muffling against his neck, sucking it and leaving marks. {M! Name} groaned when he felt Itto biting him, licking off the small drops of blood.

Both of you guys eyes widen as you see Itto's teeth....did it become more sharper and bigger than before? It doesn't matter because Itto is both of you guys darling precious Oni! You guys slightly blushed as many lewd thoughts comes out as you see Itto laid out onto the bed, looking do majestic!>>>

Itto's pants were getting tight, trying to quickly tug it off. Panting as he tried grabbing you both with his hands but instead just making a grabbing action in the air. Whining as {M! Name} Chuckled. Itto drooled as he saw {F! Name} fingering herself for prep after you both finished taking your clothes off. {F! Name} pulled of Itto's pants and was about to put Itto's cock into her dripping pussy but {M! Name} slightly moved her over and kept Itto for himself.

Seeing his smirk of winning, {F! Name} scoffed. But soon went to Itto's side, letting him gently grabbing her chest and letting him suck on it. Drool dripping from his chin as he muffled his moaning by sucking on it. Slightly shuddering and tears forming when {M! Name} started to finger him, laughing when three fingers fit in so easily.

"Oh? Already playing with yourself while we weren't here?" {M! Name} teased. Biting and sucking Itto's chest as he continued scissoring Itto's hole. Itto's face flushed, hugging {F! Name} waist. Hiding his face into her chest. "Awww, is my Itto upset from {M! Name} teasing?"

{F! Name} said. Itto slightly nodded, bucking his hips into {M! Name} fingers. He opened his mouth, letting his tongue out. He whined when you didn't understand his desires.

"Please let me taste you, pleaseeee?"

Itto begs, squeezing her thighs as he pouts and uses those doggy eyes of his. Sighing, but smiling at {M! Name}. As he rolled his eyes at her, she lifted her hips up and lines it up to Itto's mouth. As Itto desperately eating her out, {M! Name} finally entered him. Groaning by the warmth and tightness around him as Itto whined. Grinding against him, Itto eyes rolled back as it teased his prostate.

"What a good boy, staying still and listening to us. Good boys definitely need a reward, don't they?" {F! Name} smiled, seeing Itto's cock twitch at her words. Stroking Itto's hair as he licked off the juices from her pussy. Not wanting to waste any,,

The room filled with slurping of itto's mouth on {F! Name} boobs and the creaks of the bed. Making {M! Name} smiled at the destroyed state of Itto, pressing onto the bulge, which made Itto squirmed. A blue oni covering his mouth, panting as he desperately humped his palm as he leaned onto the door. Listening to the lewd sounds.

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[rat3ggs]

This will be short angst I suppose?

This is my third fic I’ve ever written! I wanted to do Rengoku but for some reason I couldn’t find it in myself to finish it, maybe tomorrow! This fic is short at just 670 words.

Warning; Yandere Douma, controlling behaviour, talks of past injuries (Douma cuts you), gender neutral reader! And as always some bad grammar and punctuation.

His little Lotus.

You joined the eternal paradise cult during a dark time in your life, you were blinded by the leader's charisma and charm.. his open arms around you made you almost forget about all the pains of life.

You’ve always thought you were decent at reading people, god were you wrong. The leader, Douma.. is a very handsome and charming man, the type of man you’d want to introduce to your parents or have as a husband- but you never really seen him in that spotlight.. more as an idol to be cherished and worshipped by his devout followers, you genuinely thought he was god.

It’s humiliating to admit, you also try not to hold it against yourself, he was very smart with the ways he manipulated you- what with all the people gushing about his greatness and how cleansed they feel after confessing their sins, their hopes, their prayers. You read something that said people trust beautiful people more, you can’t help but wonder.. if Douma was ugly would you be in this situation?

You’ll be the first to admit, yes it’s kind of your fault, you should have ran when you had the chance or you should have seen through his lies- but the truth is You genuinely couldn’t, looking back it felt like he had a blindfold wrapped tightly around your eyes and you were just following behind him as he guided you to a cliff, holding his hand while he walked you to your sorry demise.

Perhaps you aren’t dead, but this certainly cannot be living. You sit in a room all day until recently he let you start roaming the room, that kept you entertained for 10 minutes before you grew bored. at least you can bathe alone now, when he’s away at least.. which is almost never. on very VERY rare occasions will let you walk through the shrine grounds, it’s so painfully uncommon, even when you do he follows behind you.

But for now you’ll take solace in being alone before he comes and ruins the day..-

“Hello my beautiful lotus!”

Douma said in a sing-songy voice, with that same smile he always has plastered on his face. You just decide not to answer him and stay in bed, you feel like you're rotting away.

“Oh my, Lotus! you look so bored! do you need someone to talk with?”

He faked a sympathetic voice, at this point you know this monster can’t feel anything. He strides over to the bed and sat cross legged beside you, he then pulls you up effortlessly into his lap, his chest pressed against your back and his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, he rested his head on top of yours, his skin felt so cold..

“Y/N, you can’t stay quiet forever, I’ll get bored!”

The last time he got bored he carved his name into your thigh with his nails, you shivered at the memory, it still stings so much.

“I want to leave, please.”

You didn’t mean to say it like that.. all sorrowful and quiet, but for some reason very suddenly, you couldn’t hold back the floodgate anymore, tears began streaming down your face- quiet sobs escaped your throat as you tried desperately to compose yourself, to not allow this shell of a man the pleasure to see the pain he’s caused you.

“You can’t my dear, you can’t leave. Don’t you remember how broken you were when I found you? Now you're loved and cared for, why are you being so ungrateful?”

He sighed softly and looked up at the ceiling, he glided his fingers over the wound on your thigh that skillfully spelled out his name. He rocked your sobbing form.

“You won’t leave me, Y/N.”

He smiled once more and rested his head back on top of yours, he didn’t say “can’t” or “will not” like a demand, he said it like he was promising you the absolute truth.

You’ll never be able to escape him, will you?

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[viisator]

"Do you like her?"

Title: "Do you like her?"

Pairing: Nishimura Riki X F!Reader

Genre: Fantasy (angst)

Waring: none.

Not proofread

INSPIRED BY "Harry Potter" by J.k Rowling

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"Do you like her?" Y/n has been standing a meter away from Niki for about six seconds since Niki got stuck in his tracks. The thing that Niki's eyes were lost on was a senior, a Ravenclaw, smart, beautiful, talented, elegant, and gentle.

"...was it obvious?" Niki's eyes never left the girl. His distance from her was at least six meters away, but Niki seems to be with her.

"Yes, I think it's very obvious you like her," Y/n says as she took another step close to the boy.

"That's bad then" Y/n looks at Niki the way Niki looks at her, and everyone was aware, it was as obvious, like how she says it to him. Y/n is a Slytherin with lots of ambitions, a consistent girl who makes and wants everything she does with pure perfection, and if one thing got wrong, a little imperfection in her work means literal punishment for herself, she's the positive next prefect of the house and everyone supports it. One thing about Y/n that made the people around her like her and support her was that she's ambitious, but will never take a dark route and make the people around her suffer. She is far from the evil image the Slytherin house has, but what the others are disappointed about her was she can't say what she truly means, she keeps her thoughts to herself only.

It was summer at Diagon Alley when she first saw how beautiful he was, it was their fourth year, and she was already good at charms and spells at that time, but it was still a surprise that Niki recognised her. She was starstruck, she was enchanted, she was in love, and she feels so many things at that moment that she couldn't explain why, or how she feels that way. What is this that she was feeling?

The Diagon Alley was crowded at that time, it was the start of a school year and everyone was at Diagon Alley again to buy books, uniforms, and owls and wands for the first years. Y/n was busy looking at the piece of paper she was holding where the requirements and the things her mother told her to buy were written. As she walks and walks around but never looked up at the road, something hit her forehead hard, and as she looks up, a beautiful man greeted her with an apology.

"I'm sorry, was I blocking the road?" He frowns looking so apologetic, while her eyes are as big as the moon while little stars twinkle around them; but she can only sigh...she was enchanted. And so, she was in love.

"No...I-I wasn't looking at the road at all"

"Oh, is that so?" He said then he chuckled. He stopped for a moment and look at her closely, and the movement made Y/n feel anxious all of a sudden, did she wear ridiculous clothes that day? Does she look ugly? Or was it because something was on her face? Why is he staring at her so intensely? But she saw his face brighten up.

"You were the little madam!" He said so enthusiastically it made Y/n flinch.

"What?" She can only be confused by the name.

"You were called 'the little madam of the Slytherin house'!" She was more confused, why would there be such a nickname for her?

"You're very famous for your straightforwardness, your intelligence, your goals, your talents that you even led and won last year's quidditch! Even professors fight that you should've been in their house!" He stopped for a bit and took a breath. "You were the student who qualified for every house! I know you!" He says those with his cute hand gestures that he's probably not aware he was doing and he breathes out as his hands are in mid-air, then after, he puts them down looking very embarrassed.

"Then...why am I called a madam?"

"Oh! That's cause you're talented, smart, kind and gentle that you could pass as their favourite teacher." He casually said.

"You're very qualified as a Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw. Why were you at Slytherin?" He asked putting his hands on his hips.

"Umm, cause of my ambition?" Niki smiles at her more until he holds her hands and dragged her to a bookstore and held out a newspaper. The movement made Y/n very surprised that she couldn't do anything but let him drag her there. Or maybe cause she liked the movement, besides, she was very happy when she found out she have a great impression of him.

"There's a quidditch match next week, can you go with me?" He said smiling.

"What?" Y/n thought it was very fast, did he also fall in love with her at that time? But now that she's older and more mature, she finally understood the moment.

"Hey don't be silly! With my friends of course! We can't go there alone, we'll look like a couple!" The statement made Y/n very sad, then after that, his mother called for him and he left. She was disappointed she didn't have the chance to ask what's his house.

Now that it's already their sixth year, she already found out she has no chance. How can she be so oblivious back then? How can she fall in love so easily? She was now sure it was only a simple crush. If only she wasn't blind back then, because she genuinely thought it was love she felt. How can she be smart if she's not even smart enough to figure out he doesn't like her and just misunderstood the way he knows her for her achievements?

"You better confess, it's now or never, graduation's in a week and it'll be a shame not telling her how you feel." A piece of advice for herself.

"How am I supposed to do that? It's just so obvious she likes Sunoo." He said still looking at her laugh with another senior, Kim Sunoo.

"They'll graduate in a week and you'll never have your chance." She said it to encourage him, but the encouragement made her emotional that her tears are itching to fall out.

"I know that..." He said quietly and then he left, maybe too tired looking at her so happy with someone else leaving Y/n alone.

After Niki left, she heave a long sigh. She'll never tell him what she feels.

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[teecupangel]

Altaïr gets reincarnated as an eagle in the modern era after he died and just flies around learning stuff until he saw 16y old Desmond just escaping the farm and gets the feeling that he's important so he sticks with Desmond and just lives with him up until Desmond gets kidnapped. I just want to see a possessive birb! Altaïr screeching at anyone who looks at Desmond wrong

Could be AltDes 👀

(ngl, this turned out to be a bit similar to the AC1 portion of Zero Eclipse and borrowed a bit of Altaïr’s Eagle parts from this ask)

He had no idea why he had been reborn as an eagle but it was fine. He could work with what he had. A new life was a blessing (or perhaps a curse for an old lonely man such as himself) that he does not intend to squander away.

He first tries his luck with Masyaf, knowing it should have already been abandoned by the Brotherhood but still wishing to see how it fared after all these years.

The sight of a large Abstergo building in place of where the castle used to stand gave him a sense of dread that he had an inkling of why yet wished desperately to be wrong about.

His dread was warranted as he found enough evidence that points to Abstergo being a Templar-owned company.

But there were many things about this world that he was unfamiliar with.

Many terms and words…

Devices…

Places…

He had nothing but time and it wasn’t like he could find any Assassin to communicate with right now so, with a heavy heart, Altaïr took flight and flew away from his old home.

It is during his travels to understand the world that he sees him.

Lanky but quick with moves that reminded him of the training he had when he was a child learning the basics.

And he was fleeing from people older than him…

Altaïr was not a stranger to the cruelty of this world. If anything had remained the same no matter how many years have passed, it is that humans did not change at all.

They could be as kind as they could be cruel.

And there was a desperation in the child’s movements that made Altaïr believe it was the latter.

So he let out a cry to catch the boy’s attention and flew above him to guide him out of this forest safely.

The boy only hesitated for a moment before he soon ran after Altaïr and that… did not bode well for the boy.

Any normal human would have probably ignored Altaïr.

The fact this boy did not…

Altaïr feared what life this boy must have had that he would place faith in the cries of a random bird of prey.

With his guidance, they were able to lose the boy’s pursuers and took a break by the river. It was a bad place to take a break in as, if his pursuers even had a little bit of intellect in them, they would realize that they stand a greater chance of catching a boy by following the river that the boy would probably use as his guide.

But the boy needed a break, his face flushed and his breathing too shallow to be normal.

Still, there was a brightness to his expression that clouded the fear his eyes held.

Altaïr knew that the boy has no idea of what to do now but he was still…

Happy.

Perhaps it was the adrenaline rushing thru his body but, right now…

He was happy being away from his pursuers.

“Thanks!”

Altaïr cocked his head to the side, wondering how he should act around this child.

Normal humans tend to ‘freak out’ whenever Altaïr shows even just a higher level of intelligence than normal avians.

But this boy…

He smiled at Altaïr as if it was normal to thank a bird of all things.

“My name’s Desmond.” The boy introduced himself, “Ummm…”

Altaïr stared at him for a moment before he hopped down. He used the many rocks around them to form his name in the alphabet that the people of this country seem to prefer.

“Uuhhh… Alt…” Desmond cocked his head as he pointed at the two dots on top of the ‘i’, “Why’s there another dot in the ‘i’?”

Altaïr wanted to sigh.

Could bird sigh?

Altaïr used his wing to push the rocks aside and redo the entire thing, focusing on sounding out his name instead of trying to spell it.

“A… um… Altaïr?” Desmond read with a tilt of his head. There was still that American accent that makes his name sound strange in his ears but it would do for now. Altaïr nodded and Desmond grinned at him, “Okay, Altaïr. It’s nice to meet you.”

Altaïr was sure normal people wouldn’t greet a bird like this.

It was clear that Desmond…

… Desmond was going to need his help.

Unorganized Notes:

Desmond still travels to New York and Altaïr follows him from above. Altaïr only appears when Desmond’s alone.

He had only planned to stay until he was sure Desmond would be okay but… well… he sorta never left because he realized Desmond was never going to be okay.

They were two lonely people who found solace in each other’s company.

The more Desmond learned of the real world, the more he realized that Altaïr isn’t a normal eagle but he ignores it because he’s afraid that talking about it would make Altaïr go away. “Like… speaking it out loud will erase the magic.”

Altaïr usually stay in Desmond’s apartment or flies around New York whenever Desmond has a shift in Bad Weather. He now knows how to operate the remote and he’s an avid History Channel and Natural Geographic watcher.

Altaïr was way in deep with a documentary about ‘Ancient Aliens’ when Desmond was captured. His Eagle Senses did tingle when Desmond was being abducted but, by the time he found the abduction sight, Desmond was long gone.

Altaïr starts looking for Desmond immediately after but the trail ends in an airport. He could, theoretically, try and find the plane that took Desmond but as an eagle? He’d stick out in a busy airport like this.

Out of ideas and his adrenaline finally crashing, Altaïr fell unconscious on the roof.

That’s when he dreamt of Desmond and… he was in his human form… He calls out to Desmond and Desmond turns to look at him, eyes going wild as he ask, “Altaïr?”

So, in this setup, Altaïr and Desmond dreams of one another while Desmond is captured by Abstergo and Altaïr tells Desmond to find clues of where he was, anything at all. Desmond is pretty sure he’s dreaming of Altaïr because he had been reliving Altaïr’s memories and Altaïr froze at that. He was what?

“Did you… did you find my memory seals? Do the Templars have my memory seals?” “What? What’s a memory seal? I’m reliving your memories thanks to this freaky device they call the Animus.”

Anyway, one night, Desmond tells him that he saw the buildings outside but he couldn’t make out anything. Altaïr tells him to try and remember them and try to describe them, anything at all, and they realized that Desmond could actually project what he saw when he thought of it. Altaïr recognized where Desmond was. “Rome’s Abstergo facility. I’ve seen it before when I checked out Italy.” “Where… have you not been anyway?” “The Artics.” “Of course.”

Anyway, when Altaïr gets there, he sees people acting suspiciously and realized they’re Assassins. He goes to them and tries to get their attention. When they ignored him (well, one of them went “Is that an eagle?!”), he steals one of their phones and stared down at them as he used his talon to type (and he’s really glad Desmond had bought him a second hand phone he could practice on so he could text Desmond, really, Desmond had been too accepting of the weird things Altaïr could do) “im here to save desmond are you assassins”

Okay. He wasn’t great at it but he still think he got the message across and they stared at him with wide eyes which yeah, fair, that’s the normal reaction people should have.

They did sorta agreed to partner with a bird of all things because they were Assassins and weird shit was pretty well this was weird af but they'll work around it anyway. Altaïr’s scouting helped them plan around the traps Abstergo had and it became clear that they were waiting to ambush them. In the end, they get far enough to cause a distraction for Altaïr to just divebomb into the level that Desmond was in after an Assassin shot at the windows to make it easier to break. Desmond recognized Altaïr immediately and his body moved on its own as Altaïr screeched at him before taking flight. All Lucy could do was shout Desmond’s name as he jumps after Altaïr… and performs a Leap of Faith.

Into hastily created ramp the Assassins made for him.

In this scenario, Desmond is taken out of Abstergo by Assassins that he recognized as the other kids from the Farm who had gone against Bill’s orders to not do anything and went ahead to rescue him. (sidenote: if you don’t want to create OCs, you can go down the Old Master route and make these Assassins reincarnations of actual canon characters that have no memories of their past, making them based on Assassins from Masyaf would be fun and a reference to how the Farm was like a distorted less militaristic version of Masyaf but other AC characters that Altaïr and Desmond wouldn’t know, like maybe Arno and the Frye twins? Maybe even Ezio since Desmond doesn’t know him yet would be fun too)

Anyway, after this, Desmond and Altaïr would be part of a sorta-rogue Assassin cell and their next shared dream would have Desmond realize that he had been speaking to his Altaïr and not the Altaïr of the memories he had been reliving. Altaïr just takes the whole “my Altaïr” thing in stride and Desmond wonders why Altaïr is an eagle in the first place.

The endgame would probably Altaïr and Desmond trying to find a way to get Altaïr a human body of his own? Or Altaïr just stays as an eagle anyway and any physically romantic scenes they had would be relegated to their shared dreams.

Altaïr pecks Bill. That’s a given. He might even screech at the other Assassins who helped Desmond escape if they’re unintentionally being inconsiderate of Desmond.

Look, it’s me. If you give me a ‘maybe/could be AltDes’, my brain immediately goes “alrightly then, how we going to make this AltDes, lads” and all my braincells just start popping out like freaking Rabbids with nerf guns of different tropes.

#altaïr as an eagle #altaïr and desmond are sorta starcrossed lovers? #i guess physically anyway #i don’t know what i’m writing in the tags anymore #anyway #no usual tags because #altdes #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

[sometimes-i-write-4-you]

Heartless - a criminal minds episode\\part 3

part 1, part 2, materlist

- english is not my first language please exuse any spelling or grammer mistakes.

- this case is made up

- it happens around the.. 6th season, i think? so the team is Hotch, dave, Morgan, Prentiss, JJ and reid

- it will end up being Reidxreader kinda, tho my main focous is to create a plot line for an episode with a (y\n) charecter.

- lmk what you think - i try to make the charectes as in charecter i can :)

"it's a female, around the age of 24. she has an engagment ring on, and her heart missing, so we belive this is the same offender as the earlier crimes" the forensic team leader said, "she was strangled, real bad, i mean, she was dead for half the time she was strangled". Reid looked at Dave, they were both thinking the same thing. "that's the same overkill we saw on the other female victim" Dave finally said. "the dump site is different" (y\n) says. "yeah, so far it was allys, but this is a more public space - there is an ally about half a mile from here, but instead he chose to leave the body in the middle of the street" Reid says. (y\n) can't help but smile at the fact Reid agreed with them.

"he's getting bolder, or he could be trying to make a statment" Prentiss says. "won't he pose the body a certin way if he's making a statment?" officer Williams chimed in. "well, yes and no. putting the body out in the open could be a warning for cheaters. I mean, we relesed the profile, people know why he is targeting these specific victims" Derek says, looking around in hopes to notice a detail they missed. "once we have an identification on this vistim, we should have Garcia check if she was cheating" Prentiss says. "and monitor the fiances house for any packages" JJ adds.

"he did pose the body a certin way" (y\n) says. "huh?" JJ wonders, and her eyes follow the direction (y\n)s were set on, right across from the body. "the bakery across the street?" JJ said, "why would that be-" she wondered, but than she noticed the name on the bright pink sign. "rose's goods" JJ said. "that's one of the bakeries the wedding venues work with" Reid reminded everyone, tho you didn't need an eidetic memory to remember that."well, now we know for sure the unsub must be connected to the venues, but how?" Dave asked, putting everyones thoughts to words.

…

"okay, guys, our latest victim, Maya, was not cheating. i can not find anything remotly suspitius. the only man she was sending heart emojies to other than Roy, Her fiance, is her best friend David who is most definatly a friend of dorothys" Garcia says. "that's how gay men identified eachother in the 40, it is based on the charecter of Dorothy fro-" Reid starts one of his infamous info dumps, but Hotch cuts him off with a simple "yes Reid, we are aware of that". "okay" Reid mumbles, slightly disappointed he didn't get to finish, his eyes travel to the floor.

"well, if the unsub was'nt aware of the fact David is gay, he could have misinterpret their texts as flirting" Prentiss says. "it was pretty easy to see, i mean, he has photos of him and his boyfriend on social media" Garcia sighs. "that could mean he's devolving, the texts were enough to prove his.. delusion, he didn't care enough to dig deep like he did with the earlier victims" JJ says.

"guys, i just had a thought" (y\n) says, "i know we profiled a psycopath, and i am not saying we were wrong - but what if sending the hearts to the fiance is not meant to hurt them? what if in his delusion, he is giving the fiance what they deserved - the heart of their deceased partner?".

"that would make perfact sense - i mean, he took the term hertless as literal as it gets" Reid agrees with (y\n) once again and they couldn't be more proud. "if that's the case, he could be having a phsycotic break of some sort" JJ suggest. "and he is most definatly losing his grip on reality. we need to find him, and we need to do it soon" Hotch says.

…

"well, there are 26 males who got left by their cheating fiances, 3 of those were engaged to a man and 3 were over 30, so that leaves us with 20 potentional unsubs" Garcia says over the phone. "told you" Reid mumbles in his know-it-all tone, but no one takes it to heart. "does any of them have a connection to the wedding venue company?" Prentiss asks. "well, give me a minute… uhg… yes! Ron Sawyer works for a bakery connected to the venues, Eren Nicolas works for a security company that was hired by them a few times and Zayn Thompson is a florist who…" Garcia starts, and JJ finishes for her. "works at a flower shop that's connected to the venues" she says. "yeah" Garcia says, sighing. "were any of them at the venues at the days that the four victims visited there? i mean, we only lookes at the venues employees on our initial search" JJ sugests. "i'll get back to you on that in a few moments babes" Garcia smiles through the phone.

…

"the garden of eden venue… we still need to check. all venues had a breaching point, what if they also had a weak spot? our unsub may not be connected to the venues but sneak up there somehow, or get in through a false identety…" Prentiss says. "well, they refused to talk to us, they won't cocperate…" Derek sighs. "what if they didn't know they were talking to agents?" JJ sugestes, "i can go in with Reid, pretend we are a couple looking at venues". "if they saw us delivering the profile, they would know you are an agent…" Dave dismisses her idea, "we can't risk that, they could make a fuss". silence falls in the room until Hotch breaks it: "they never saw (y\n)".

all of the eyes in the room turn to (y\n). "no, no, i can't possibly do this, i- i am not quelified for this at all, and yeah, i took theater in high school, but i only played a small part-" they start to rumble, but dave laughs. "well, you know what they say, there are'nt any small parts, just small actors".

…

"i cannot belive that i am doing this" (y\n) sighs. "well, we will get through this. together" Reid smiles at them, offering them his hand. "fine" they sigh once again and take it. His skin is softer than they expected, not that they ever wonderd how his skin feels, because that is just weird, and holding his hand was… nice, really nice. more than they thought it would be. not that they thought about how that would be, you know, they only thought about it now, because of the assigment and not because they had a crush on the pretty wonder boy. no. most definetly no.

"are you okay?" Reid asks, stopping at the entrence. "yeah, i'm good, just, uh, nervous" (y\n) admits, not disclosing the reason they are nervous. it may have been a small part, but they nailed it. pretending to be Spencers fiance could be the straw that breaks the camels back, forcing them to admit to themselves what they've been ignoring ever since they joined the BAU. "well, you have nothing to be nervous about, i am sure you will love it here" An obnoxious voice the agents assumes belongs to the infamous DIane says. today she is wearing a bright green suit, her head up in a pony-tail so tight even Jojo Siwa would'nt wear it.

the three go in, and walk around. "this is the main entrence…" Diane starts, and she continues to talk but Reid and (y\n) are both not focosing on what she is saying. they look around, trying to look for an easy breach. they look at the people around, trying to see if theres anyone walking alone, looking at the venue. "-and now, would you like to see the yard? you got here just in time, we are holding a tasting in just a few minitues" Diane says.

"oh, my love, that sounds great" Spencer smiles, his hand leaving (y\n)s to place it on their waist. "it does" they smile back, resting their hand on his shoulder - he is much taller than them - to pull themselves up, and now that they have easy access they place a kiss on his left cheek, making the both of them blush. "oh, you two are just too cute" Diane smiles, but her eyes meet those of the man waving at her from behind the 'couple'. "excsue me" she smiles at them, "uh, Zayn!" she says, grabbing the forearm of an employee, "get them a glass of wine, won't you?". "yes maam" Zayn says, and dissaperas to get it, going in the opposit direction she is.

"i am sorry if i crossed the line by kissing you, i felt we need to sell it a bit more so she won't get suspicious" (y\n) says awkwardly. "oh, no, it was fine, even nice. a nice touch, i mean" Spencer says, almost letting the way he words the sentence reveal his true feeling about that small, innocent kiss.

…

"hey there choclate thounder" Garcia's voice sounds from the other side of the line. "hey there baby girl, got any updates for me?" Derek says. "you already know i do" Garcia's usual snark laced in her voice, "so, none of them were in the venues at all 4 days, but two of them were working on two of the days, they could have used their easy access to the premiss for the other two couples" Garcia says. "what are the venues they were at?" JJ asks. "well, Ron Sawyer was at the Crystall ballroom and the Garden of eden" Garcia says. "okay, and the other one?" Prentiss asks. "Zayn thompson, he was also at the crystal ballroom and at the whispearing willow" Garcia says.

"well, JJ and i checked The enchanted Castle venue, with the broken fence. if he was working for them he could have known that, he could have snuck in there and if he was caught just say he's there for work" Dace says. "when i talked with the whispearing willow after the last murder, they said their security is tight, that's impossible to get inside unless you are supposed to be there" Derek says. "well, that would make Zayn our more likely unsub, Garcia, what more do you have on him?" Hotch asks, and when Garcia come through with answears he sounds like the perfect fit.

"well, his parents got a divorce when he was 15, his dad cheated on his mom with the woman from next door who was also married at the time. he got suspended from school 4 tomes, all of those because of fist fights and other violent behavior. he's been a florist for about six months, but he is very, very good at his job, quick learner. before that he worked at cyber security, but he started performing horrible 8 months ago and got fired a month after. it appears that he was engaged to a Viola Gardner, but there aren't any photos of them together from later than… 8 months ago. their wedding was meant to take place at the Garden Of Eden venue and it did, i found photoes from the event on his friends socials… oh god" Garcia stops her word flow. "what is it?" Hotch asks. "Viola got engaged three weeks ago, to a Henry Lewis" Garcia says in shock.

"that must have been the trigger" JJ says. "and his Father chating with a married woman, sounds like a stressor to me" Derek says. "Garcia, where is he now?" Prentiss asks. "well, he is…" Garcia says, and the sound of her keyboard clicks is heard through the phone, "… at the Garden of eden venue, that's where.. that's where Spence and (y\n) are, right?".

"Prentiss, let them know the suspect is with them, they should locate him, tell them we are on our way" Hotch orders, and the team leaves the office.

#criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch hotchner #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #derek morgan #penelope garcia #dave rossi #david rossi

[daemour]

Pairing: Hongjoong x gn!Reader (with maybe a hint of romance?)

Genre: Fluff, comedy, photographer au

Word Count: 982

Warnings: None

Summary: Hongjoong invites you to his studio, but some complications occur

a part two to Manhattan! technically be read on its own, but more context is provided if u read the first part

more tipsy drabbles after quite long enough hehe

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“Hi, I’m, uh, here to see Mr Kim Hongjoong?” You’re out of your depth in this fancy building but when Hongjong invited you to come out and see his studio in real life, you couldn’t say no to the offer.

The secretary looks you up and down, judgment clear on his face. “And you are?”

“Ah, I’m (Y/N) (L/N),” you say, spelling it out. “He said he’d put down an appointment for me?”

The man types away, chewing his gum so loudly you can’t help but wince a little.”Mmh, I don’t see you here. Next time, come up with a more believable lie.”

Your face falls but you try not to let it bother you. Hongjoong must’ve been busy and forgot. You can’t blame him. “Ah, sorry to bother you,” you apologise and the receptionist’s eyes soften.

“If you’d like, I can try and get a hold of his office and see if he has some free time?” he offers but you shake your head.

“That’s okay, I’ll just figure out another time. Thank you so much, though.” You smile and turn around to be on your way, battling the embarrassment threatening to swallow you whole.

As soon as you get past the big glass doors, you can feel your stomach twisting. That was embarrassing. The receptionist probably thought you were a creep. Not that it wasn’t weird. Even the way you met Hongjoong was strange. Who even becomes friends with a random photographer at three in the morning who just so happens to be world-famous? You, apparently.

With a sigh, you hail a taxi and prepare yourself for yet another boring day. It was your one chance to see the inside of an actual photography studio and it just slipped away between your fingers. Now you have to deal with your roommate’s prying questions.

As you’re unlocking your apartment door, however, your phone dings. It’s a text from Hongjoong.

You’re so engrossed you don’t notice your roommate unlocking and opening the door for you. “Ayo, what are you on? Don’t just stand t here, fool?” Mingi pulls you in, tsking. “One of these days you’re gonna get kidnapped and all I’ll say is ‘I told you so’.”

You look up from your phone, rolling your eyes. “Okay, dad,” you snark, receiving a light smack on your shoulder, and you return to your phone.

Frowning, you open the attachment and stare at it in disbelief. “He spelt my name wrong!” you yell and Mingi jumps. “That fool!”

Mingi frowns, peeking over your shoulder. “Is that why you’re home already?”

You nod vigorously, indignant and amused at the same time. “I literally cant believe it! How does one even do that? I texted my name to him!”

Mingi, unbothered as he always is, laughs loud and hard. “Honestly, power to him for not even thinking about double-checking. A mood and a half confirmed.”

Apparently, you took too long to respond and a call from Hongjoong flashes on the screen. “Hey!” you answer the phone while simultaneously pushing Mingi away with the other hand. “What’s up?” Your roommate makes a face at your tone of voice and you give him the finger.

“Hey, you disappeared on me? I did write in a time for you.” You still haven’t gotten used to how fast he talks and it takes you a moment to respond.

“Ah, dude, you spelled my name wrong,” you laugh. “The receptionist thought I was trying to sneak in or something.”

Hongjoong squawks. “What do you mean?”

“Yeah, dude, you spelled it some weird way, with far too many vowels.”

Hongjoong sighs, and you can hear him shuffle some papers around. “I’m so sorry about that, (Y/N). Do you still want to come around?”

“What? I don’t wanna take another taxi. They’re so expensive. We can just do it another day if you want.”

“No! I’ll drive you. I feel bad,” Hongjoong insists, and you can hear him running through the halls of his building. “What’s a coffee shop near you? We can meet there.”

You sigh, giving in. “Thanks, Hongjoong. I’ll see you in a few.” After a pause, you hang up the phone and immediately Mingi swoops in with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“You have a date,” he sings and you blatantly ignore him. “Make sure to get that cake!”

With another eye roll, you shut the door on your roommate and head back down the stairs. The coffee shop isn’t far, quite literally across the street, so you take the time to pop in and get yourself a tea. You check your phone to pass the time, but it’s surprisingly not as long as you expected as a familiar face slides into the seat across from you.

“How’s your drink?” You can’t help but smile at the sight of him with his ashy grey hair and patterned scarf. “I’m sorry you got stuck at the receptionist.”

You laugh, waving it off. “It’s okay. He was doing his job. Would you like a drink or do you want to just head out?”

Hongjoong hums. “I’ll get a drink. I’d like to spend more time with you anyway, and we can get into the studio whenever.” You squint at him, unsure if he’s flirting, and all he does is just wink and get in line at the counter. You can just imagine Mingi taking the piss out of you when you get back home later tonight.

As you stare at Hongjoong’s back, your smile widens. It’s not good to long for what may not come but the idea of it does appeal to you. Maybe things will work out the way you want, but focusing on the possibilities isn’t conducive. And as Hongjoong approaches you, a coffee cup in hand and a wide smile on his face, you know there’s no time like the present.

#pirateeznet #k-vanity #wkcnet #ateez #ateez fanfiction #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez fluff #ateez au #ateez hongjoong #hongjoong fanfiction #hongjoong fanfic #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong fluff #hongjoong au

[heliads]

I shall make a return with my iffy requests, okay so maybe Tom!peter x male reader where the reader doesn’t forget who peter is? And they end up moving in together and reader comforts peter on all that he lost ?💞 you can very much take it from there or rearrange some things as usual ☺️❤️

your requests are not iffy they SLAY. also i'm glad that reader was able to make that choice not to forget, i respect that deeply

masterlist

The first thing you see is darkness. The second thing is a dim blur, hazed over by tears that must be someone else’s, for you don’t ever remember crying. When you open your eyes, though, the only person in sight is too far away for the salt to come from anyone else. The boy is crouched on the ground, looking at you hesitantly as if he is certain that one wrong move from him might shatter you like glass.

This is not just some boy, however. You blink your eyes once, twice, and then you remember. This is no stranger, this is Peter Parker. Your friend. Someone you value more than a friend. Someone you thought you were going to lose today, which is why you were crying.

You didn’t lose him, though. Peter is still here, and most importantly, he is still Peter to you. Details of what had happened earlier come slowly back to you, falling in place like a reversed video of a glass shattering on the floor. Peter was supposed to be gone. He made an awful sacrifice, which is so terribly like him, but one that should have spelled the end of you ever remembering who he was.

A spell. Yes, that was it. Peter had a fellow superhero, that Doctor Strange coworker of his, cast a spell to tie up all the loose ends scattered across the multiverse. It would stop everyone from pouring into your universe, but it would also call for an end to everyone’s memories of Peter Parker. Peter said it was worth it, though. Peter has always been used to giving things up, small bits and pieces of himself, to make a situation better again.

This was no small fragment of his time, however, this was something on a completely different level. This was Peter giving up everyone in his life that had ever known him. This was horrific, which is why you were crying. It was why everyone was crying, but now it’s just you and Peter on the rooftop, and you have no idea why.

That is the part you don’t remember. Not Peter himself, but where everyone went. Slowly, carefully, you force your mouth to give up on its silence and begin to formulate all of the questions you so desperately want answered.

“Peter?” you ask slowly.

It is just one word that you form, one name, two syllables, but to Peter Parker it might as well have been a thousand. You watch the relief clear his eyes of some unnameable burden. Peter has lost more than anyone should have to in their lives, and that sort of grief will hang about his shoulders until the day he dies, but at this moment, he is untouched by it. Plain happiness plays about his countenance, assuaging him of torment for the time being.

“Yeah,” he says in a sigh, “yeah, it’s me.”

You nod once. “I knew that. Why is that a surprise?”

Peter’s brow knits over again when he thinks about the reason, but it’s still not as bad as before. “The memory spell had to be cast to save the multiverse. Ned, MJ, everyone else, they don’t recall a thing about me. That’s why they’re gone, they wouldn’t have a single reason to be out here in the first place.”

Glancing around you, you realize that you’re still near the broken wastes of the Statue of Liberty. The fight must have just ended. In all likelihood, the spell was probably cast mere minutes ago. Your temporary confusion could only be the result of such powerful magic rebounding into the multiverse. It would throw anyone for a loop.

Still, that magic was supposed to affect you as well, and for some reason, it hasn’t. You want to ask more about why that is, but Peter remains so flinching, so afraid, that you find you don’t want to prod anymore and risk scaring him off.

Instead, you stand, wincing at the sudden rush of blood to your legs. “Alright, then. Let’s go make the best of that second chance.”

Peter blinks up at you, then nods, accepting your hand when you offer it to him and using it to pull himself up. The two of you pick your way over the rubble and back into the streets. Only once you’re back in the normal, salvaged city does Peter remember that he actually has nowhere to go.

“My apartment isn’t mine anymore,” he whispers, “May’s name is on the lease and–”

His voice cuts out abruptly, the words disappearing like static on a ruined cassette tape. Where there was once confidence, solidity, there is only now hesitation and empty gaps.

You speak quickly before he can get too lost in his own head. “Grab your stuff and move into my place.”

Peter stares at you. “Really? You don’t have to do that.”

You brush past the absurdity of that claim. “My apartment’s pretty quiet when it’s just me, I could use a roommate.”

There’s something else lingering there, nestled in the empty spaces of the sentence. Peter has gotten rather good at reading between the lines when it’s you speaking and him listening, so he doesn’t have to ask again why you’d want him there.

A few hours later, once Peter has managed to throw his essentials into several cardboard boxes and tote them over to your place, the two of you collapse on any and all available space in your apartment. Peter deserved a rest earlier, not a frantic move out of his only home, but if you didn’t move quickly, someone else would claim his stuff. That doesn’t make it any better, though. Not all reasons are good. Sometimes they just exist and you have to accept them for that anyway.

That day is easier to handle; mainly, the two of you are too exhausted to think about anything, least of all why you can remember Peter when no one else can. The next day is quiet, but on the third, the silence begs to be answered. You can hardly avoid its call, so you give in to your curiosity at last.

You and Peter are hanging listlessly off of your couch. The two of you had started off on opposite ends, but through seemingly accidental maneuvering, you’ve slowly but surely drifted towards the middle, towards each other.

You must be more uneasy than you thought, because halfway through a B-grade movie playing on one of the TV channels, Peter reaches over to mute the screen and turns to you. “What is it? You’ve been fidgeting for hours.”

You sigh with a smile, having been caught. “I’m just still thinking about the spell, that’s all.”

Peter nods. “It’s a fairly big deal. I’m surprised you haven’t asked more about it.”

You tilt your head towards him, acknowledging the truth in his words. “I didn’t want to push too much. It’s horrible to think about. I mean, no one else knows you as anything but Spider-Man, right?”

Peter hums in agreement. “All things Peter Parker are gone. My identity as Spider-Man stays, so people still remember that I’ve been wearing a mask and trying to save people, but nothing else. You’re the only exception.”

You frown slightly and pose another question to Peter. “So why do I remember you?”

Peter shrugs, one of his shoulders jerking up and down in tune with his staccato syllables. “I asked Stephen to keep you out of the spell.”

You arch a brow. “Easy as that?”

“Easy as that,” Peter affirms.

This doesn’t answer half as many questions as you’d like. “Why me, though? Why protect my memories as opposed to anyone else’s?”

Peter looks you dead in the eyes. For once, he is no longer uncertain. “I think you know.”

You don’t, which is worse. Peter sees that you don’t and turns away quickly, starts up a conversation on where he should put some moving boxes so he’s no longer doing parkour in an attempt to walk between his bedroom and the kitchen. The air is thick with unsaid things for a while, but then the tension evens out and all is well again.

You’re glad it is; you don’t know that you could handle a fight with Peter, not now. To know that he wanted you of all people here with him so he could survive the aftermath of the spell and then you went and stopped talking to him over something as simple as a mere squabble– no, it would destroy him. It would destroy you too because of that.

So you keep your questions to yourself, and you stop asking about the spell for good. Peter seems to relax after that, once he’s certain that you’re not going to make him explain himself anything more. After that, it’s easy to get lost in a map of trying to hear back from colleges and help Peter plan for a future in which all of his hard work in school and life has suddenly been unraveled from the very start.

It’s exhausting stuff. Peter has offered about a thousand times to go room with someone else or even by himself, to stop forcing you to carry all of his burden just because you’re the only one who remembers him. 

Every time, you deny his attempts to remove himself from your life. It’s the two of you against the world, you argue, and you aren’t going to let him cut himself out of your heart just because he feels guilty about it. He’s too much of a punishment, he argues. Not in the slightest, you reply, he could never be anything but a blessing. That makes him go silent every time, and usually Peter responds belatedly with something about how you’re the most impossible boy he’s ever known.

Recently, though, the silence morphs into something better, something warm that makes your chest heat up like drinking overheated broth. You don’t know how to describe it, that something, and it takes a month or two until it strikes you at last.

The two of you are sitting at the kitchen table in your shared apartment. The place has long stopped being just yours, but instead morphed into a home belonging to the two of you together. Peter is sighing over a job application and ruminating on why it’s so hard to be employed when you have no discernable history of having ever existed on this earth before.

“I’m such a pain,” he groans, then gives you that look of his, the one where he knows the response you’ll give before you even open his mouth. As if you were so easy to predict that he could say every word along with you. As if it is just as much of a joy to hear himself proved right every time.

“You’re my pain,” you answer, “my pain and mine alone. Don’t you even think about leaving me. I’m not letting you go just because you feel like being a martyr.”

Peter smiles indulgently. “I know,” he says, “I know.”

The pen slips to an ungainly angle in his hand, the muscles in Peter’s fingers relaxing the more he looks at you. You didn’t think you were thinking about much at the moment– you don’t have to when you’re around Peter, not really– but then a thought hits you in the midst of that quiet eternity and suddenly everything makes sense.

Under the humming light bulbs of your kitchen, jutting out of the semidarkness, you realize at last why Peter would want you to remember him and no one else.

Peter senses that a change has come over you, and he leans forward, causing the light to slip further forward over his forehead like a saint’s halo. “What is it?” He asks.

You just look at him. “I love you too,” you say simply, and it is all the answer Peter needs to finally be happy. He has been holding himself back from it all this time, you didn’t know that until now, but it is okay from here on out.

Peter reaches across your kitchen table and takes your hand, squeezing it in triplicate before returning to his application. It is not a loud confession, this. It does not take up room in screaming neon lights or kisses in the middle of thunderstorms. It is soft and plain and perfect. Neither of you have ever wanted anything more.

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Falling for the enemy - Eddie Munson

Falling for the enemy - Eddie Munson x Harrington! reader

Warnings: none, except fluffiness and some slight cursing

(A/N): so this is my first time trying to write an imagine for Eddie, let me know what you guys think!

Part 2 is here!

Being Steve Harrington’s little sister had some cons and some pro’s to it. The cons were that you were never called your name, just Steve’s little sister. You could never tell if people actually wanted to be your friend, or if they wanted to get in with Steve. People also thought you were just like him. The pros were that you were the complete opposite of him; quiet and studious. Being quiet actually helped you to avoid people, so that was a plus in itself. Also, having Steve be a year older always meant he was a grade higher and he was able to stand up for you; that is, until he graduated.

Usually, if someone was messing with you it would get back to King Steve and it would be taken care of before lunch time. However, now you were on your own at Hawkins High and it was hard living in your brothers shadow. You weren’t captain of any sports teams, you just played for the softball team. You also weren’t into massively sleeping around with people; which didn’t take well with the guys in your grade. They figured you had to be like your brother. You had to be aching to get around. They couldn’t have been more wrong. But, you didn’t like confrontation.

That’s how you found yourself unable to get to your locker, the tardy bell ringing as you stared down a wall of 3 male students your age. You sighed, just wanting to get to class. However, they had other plans.

“Well, well, well. Looks like Harrington Jr is finally on her own without big brother to fight her fights for her.” The largest said, smirking and looking you once over.

“Leave me alone.” The words were quiet off your lips, your gaze casting downward as your converse kicked at the tiled floor; just praying this would be over quick.

“What was that? Don’t leave me alone?” Another one of the boys sneered, leaning in towards you again. He smelled like cheap cologne and desperation, the stench burning your nose as you scrunched it up in disgust.

“The lady said she wants you to leave her alone.” A male’s voice came from behind you, Eddie Munson standing there. You gulped, your eyes still down on the floor. You opened your mouth to speak when a teacher appeared in the hallway; scolding the 5 of you for not being in class yet.

“What are you gonna do freak? Cast a spell on us?” The boys exchanged high-fives as they laughed, casting a look in Eddie’s direction expectantly.

“Well, now that you mention it…” The curly haired boy trailed off, grabbing a book out of his backpack and flipping through the pages. “Ah, here it is the shrivel dick spell.”

The boys exchanged nervous glances and took their chance to run off, wanting nothing to do with this situation anymore.

“I-uh, thank you.” You mumbled shyly, your gaze meeting Eddie’s as he smiled and over dramatically bowed in front of you.

“Anything for a beautiful maiden like yourself. May I escort you to your next class?” He put his arm out to motion in front of you, giving you an easy smile.

You felt a blush creeping up on your cheek, nodding. “Of course you may.” You returned his bow with a curtsy of matched dramatic flair, laughter easily filling the air around you. The crush started there; continuing to blossom the more that you got to know Eddie as he insisted on walking you to class every day; eventually asking you to hangout at his trailer after school and then to be his girlfriend.

The two of you dated in secret for a few months; not wanting Steve to freak out once he figured out you were dating Eddie Munson. He had made it very clear that he was not the biggest fan; especially since Eddie was hanging around Dustin and the rest of the kids more. “He’s a bad influence. I don’t get what they see in him.” You used to let your brother rant, just shrugging and trying to cushion his bruised ego. However, now you saw what they saw in Eddie and it was enough to make you fall in love with him.

You loved Eddie and you didn’t care what your brother thought anymore. That’s why you had him drop you off at your house one night in the van, clearly seeing Steve look out the front windows in the living room. You leaned across to give your boyfriend a kiss; telling him you loved him before getting out to go inside and face your brother.

“Munson, seriously? Of all people?” Steve’s voice was instantly beside you as you opened the door. He was going into over-protective brother mode; just as you knew he would. He always did this. Every single time you were seeing a guy, every time.

“Oh come on, he’s not that bad. He’s super sweet and he treats me really well.” You leaned back against the door frame, crossing your arms over your chest. “Besides, you’re one to sit here and criticize my dating life. What’s your body count? 12, 18, maybe 20?”

“Well, ouch first of all. Second of all, I’m just looking out for you. He’s a known drug dealer, (Y/N).” Steve ran a hand down his face, his eyes looking over your expression as you saw the worry clear as day. “You’re my little sister, damn it. Since mom and dad don’t give a shit about us, I have to make sure you’re okay.” Stress was evident in his voice, knowing how stressful the last few years had been. You weren’t a bad kid by any means, but he still had to keep you alive. That was a lot to ask of a high school boy; but you were good practice for the kids he now babysat almost every other day.

“Look, Steve. I know you worry about me. But I’ll be okay, I promise. Eddie isn’t going to hurt me. I swear on Goldie’s life.” You reached out to touch his arm, both of you chuckling as you swore on the life of the dead goldfish you both had for a whopping week as kids. “I’m still pissed at you for flushing her, by the way.”

“That was 10 years ago! I’m sorry I thought she wanted to go on a field trip to the ocean!” He instantly got defensive, his arms going up to defend himself. “But, I guess if you trust him and makes you happy, I’ll try to tolerate him. If he hurts you, though, his life is over.” His voice turned serious, giving you a curt nod before sighing and walking off mumbling under his breath about how much you stress him out.

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That was a few months ago, now you were sat in Eddie’s lap as you and the team tried to come up with a plan to destroy Vecna. At this point, your boyfriend was considered a murderer and he was considered missing. It was a lot for you to process; even with your prior knowledge of the upside down. So, it was no shock to everyone when you were sitting there in your own little world.

Eddie’s lips on the side of your neck slowly brought you back to the presence, turning your head up to look at him. “I’ll be okay, you know I will. I have a gorgeous princess I have to walk to class on Monday.” He brushed his lips against yours, giving you a reassuring smile that he tried to use to calm you down. But, you could see the fear in his eyes. You could see the anxiety he was trying so hard to bite back for your sake.

“I just wish people could see how stupid their accusations are. They don’t know what they’re talking about.” You sighed, brushing some of his hair out of his face as your eyes met his. You got lost in them, the emotion of the moment encapsulating you as you pulled your lower lip between your teeth.

“Lovebirds! Focus!” Steve’s voice cut through your trance, a loud huff of a sigh coming from his lips. “I really don’t need you eye fucking my sister in front of me, Munson. I’m begging you.”

You rolled your eyes, focusing back in on the plan laid out in front of you that included, well- everyone but you. “Why am I not included?” You knew for a fact that you already knew the answer, but this was your boyfriend whose name you were trying to get cleared. Clearly you should be involved.

“(Y/N), there’s no way in hell I’m letting you in on this. I can’t fucking lose the one family member I like. It’s not happening.” Steve’s voice was stern, his eyes staring at you as he shook his head. “It’s not happening.” He repeated again, starting to pace around the room.

“Steve…” Nancy started carefully, knowing why you wanted to help. “Come on, we all know she feels the same way about Eddie that you feel about me. She can go with Eddie and Dustin and try and distract the bats. I’m sure they’ll protect her.”

Eddie nodded, his fingers rubbing a small circle into your waist. “There would be no bigger honor than defending my princess.” His voice was in a mocking tone, trying to pretend to be a knight before he turned back to a serious note. “Harrington, you already know I’ll protect her. If she wants to go, we can’t stop her.”

That’s when Steve turned to you, his mouth set in a straight line before he shook his head. “Fine. If you want to go, you can. But if you do, you stay with Eddie and Dustin and you better be careful.”

You nodded, a mischievous glint in your eye as you smirked victoriously at your brother. “I want in.”

(A/N): So I have an idea for a part 2 if anyone wants it! Just let me know in an ask! Thanks for reading!

Part 2 is here!

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Please for the love of everything Din x “Keep your eyes on me.”

I am f e r a l for this man

Oh, my darling. This got SO far away from me. I am so sorry. I hope you like it anyway. <3

I See You

Din Djarin x f!reader ; 1.8k words

Warnings: Takes place before the show, after Mando leaves Ran's crew. It's very melancholy, this is your warning. Yearning, tension, PinV sex (unprotected), fingering, a smidge of cumplay. The helmet stays on, babes. Younger Mando makes some poor choices.

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The sun has long ago set on your lush little planet, leaving the world dark with only the fireflies to light the path to your small abode. He lumbers down the twisted path, much too exhausted to care that he’s making so much noise. He knows you’re alone out here, he scanned the area before stepping out of the Razor Crest. Not even a bordok is wandering out in the distance. 

It’s just you. 

He needs to lay low for a spell, to get out of the skies and hunker down somewhere safe. They’d be looking for him, at some point. 

He makes it to your door, beating on the wooden planks with his fist until you finally swing the door open. You’re clearly still half-asleep, and look as angry as a worrt. 

“Mando? What the hell are you doing here?” you demand, eyes wide with surprise. He’s filled out a bit since you last saw him, his shoulders somehow even broader than before. His arms are clearly bulkier as well. It had been almost four standard years since you last saw him, after all. 

He clears his throat. “Can I come in?’ 

You cross your arms over your long sleep shirt. “Who’s after you this time?” You’re not about to repeat what happened before when he pissed off the local spice runner, just as he was starting his bounty hunter career. 

He rests his left thumb on his belt, his right hand fidgety at his side. “No one right now, not really. I just need to keep the Crest offline for a while. I’ll explain everything, just…let me in.” 

You sigh and step to the side, wondering internally why you bothered to put up a fight. It’s not like you wouldn’t go to the edge of the galaxy for this man if he asked. Not after you hemmed and hawed first, but still. He’d saved your life, after all, before he helped you escape to where you were living now. 

Memories come rushing back when you see him standing in your little house, with one hand on his hip and his leg cocked out. You never thought you would see this image again. Or see him again.

“So?” You ask, mirroring his stance. 

“Can I sit?” he asks, motionless as a pillar. He’s gotten better at that, you think to yourself. Being intimidating without moving a muscle. 

You go sit at the tiny table and watch him fold himself up into the chair across from you. You stare, and wait. Mando always took a moment to find his words, never one to spill his secrets. 

The story comes out, slowly at first like a trickle of water falling down a leaf. He’d fallen in with a rough crew, led by someone named Ranzar Malk. Something had gone wrong - really wrong - and he needed to leave. Mando wasn’t usually the squeamish type, so you knew that his reluctance to talk about it meant that it had to be really bad. 

You didn’t ask questions. You just listened. When he finally stopped talking, you reached out and took his gloved hand in yours. 

Preemptively answering the question that you knew was coming next, you told him he could stay as long as he wanted. There was a lot that you needed to say to him, but tonight wasn’t the night. He looked like he was carrying the weight of the world on his beskar-clad shoulders, a far cry from the cocky young man that left you so long ago. You make him a plate of food and leave him to eat, giving him the privacy he needs to take off his helmet. 

You roll out a little pad and put some bedding on the floor, not knowing if he would stay here or in his ship. You go back to your own bunk, the adrenaline in your body finally wearing off. 

**

In the morning, you damn near trip over Mando as you walk out of your room. 

“Oof- Mando! This is not where I left you last night,” you grumble, stepping over him and heading to the kitchen for some much-needed caf. 

He doesn’t know how to tell you that he slept at your door because he wanted to make sure you were safe. Never mind the fact that he’d been gone for years, leaving you presumably alone. He follows you into the kitchen and sits back down at the table, watching you move around the room before joining him at the table. 

“Where’s Shankari?” he asks you, bemused at how you still curl yourself around your morning cup of caf. 

That sends a pang to your heart. “That old tooka-cat died about a year ago, Mando. She’s buried out under the tree where she used to harass all the birds.” 

He’s silent. 

You’re silent. 

“A lot’s changed, hasn’t it?” he asks you quietly, voice cracking a bit through the helmet. 

“Yeah. And nothing at all, it seems,” you reply, taking a long sip of the hot beverage. It burns your tongue, and you’re grateful for the excuse not to talk. 

This continues for weeks, this odd dance between the two of you. You’re frozen in time, suspended between the way you knew each other from before and whatever the future held for you both. You’re content where you are, happy to live a quiet life amongst the trees. You know it’s not the life meant for Mando, but he hasn’t figured that part out yet. You realize that nothing you can say to him right now would help anything, so you let it all go. The hurt you carried from before doesn’t matter right now. 

Like a kettle that’s slowly coming to a boil, he can feel the pressure building and the temperature rising between you. When he isn’t making upgrades to the Crest, he’s sitting back and watching you. He watches as you bake bread and mend clothing and talk to the trees outside. The feeling that builds in his chest is scary and unfamiliar, and something he can’t put a name on. 

You smile at him, and it’s so different from anyone else before. Not that there’s been many. But there were the young Mandalorian women in the coverts, and whatever the kark that thing with Xi’an was. He might love you, and it’s getting harder to ignore. Especially when he thinks you could love him too. 

The proverbial kettle boils over one night when you fall asleep on him in the living room. The beskar (minus the helmet) had been shed weeks ago, and you had taken to curling up with your head on his lap in front of the fireplace at night. 

Din didn’t tell you those were his favorite moments of the day. 

You wake up to his finger tracing circles on your arm, and look up at him. “Am I bothering you?” 

“No.” He continues tracing along your bare skin, then across your belly and up, up, up slowly over your shirt in the valley between your tits. He watches every expression on your face, looking for any sign that he should stop. You only nod at him from where you lie across his lap, and he dips his hand under your shirt. 

He cups your breast with his large hand, rubbing your nipple to a stiff peak with his thumb. You moan at how good it feels, and how warm his rough hand feels. He draws his hand out of your shirt and instead dips down into your pants. All the while his visor is trained on your face, watching every minute expression of arousal dance across your beautiful features. 

When his finger finally pushes into your wetness, you dare to look down to see his hand moving in your sleep shorts. 

“No,” he commands gently, “Keep your eyes on me.” 

Your eyes snap back up to the t-shaped darkness staring back at you. You’re not sure if it’s the glow of the firelight or your imagination, but you swear you can see two big eyes staring back at you. 

He gets you so wet that the squelch of his finger moving in and out of you should be embarrassing, but you both think it might be the hottest noise you’ve ever heard. You whimper when he pulls his hand out of your shorts, but he quickly helps you into your bedroom and is peeling off your clothing, situating you in bed. 

He leaves his helmet on, of course, but strips down quickly himself. He pumps his stiffening cock in his hand as he watches you - always watching you - spread your legs out for him to shimmy between. 

Then he’s easing himself into your aching cunt, and you wrap your arms and legs around him. His pace is tempered but far from gentle, years of unresolved feelings and the weight of what his life has become compelling him to get as deep inside of you as possible. You accept every inch of him, every snap of his hips and grunt from his mouth, and scream out his name when you come. 

“Mando, Mando! Oh, stars, yes!” 

As your pussy flutters around his length in the aftermath of your orgasm, his page quickens. 

“Din. My name is Din. I just- please, look at me. Keep your eyes on me, sweet girl,” he begs, barely moving in and out now as he just ruts himself against you. 

“Din. Din, I see you. I see you, Din.” You stare at his helmet, past his helmet, and he swears you can see into his kriffing soul. 

He pulls out and comes on your stomach and your wet curls with a low moan, watching rope after rope decorate your skin. He wishes more than anything that he could rip off his helmet and kiss you when you reach down and scoop up some of his cum with one finger, bringing it to your mouth and sucking on it like candy. 

“Dank farrik,” he mutters, taking one last look at you before fetching a cloth to clean you up. After, you pull him into bed with you and immediately fall asleep in his arms. Din, on the other hand, doesn’t sleep a wink. 

**

When you wake up in the morning, you’re alone in bed. You stumble out to the kitchen for your morning caf and instead of finding Din waiting for you at the table, you see a note leaning against the canister of grounds. Your heart sinks, and you almost don’t need to read it.

You read it anyway. In somewhat messy, capital letters it says: 

I’M SORRY. I’LL BE BACK WHEN I’M THE MAN YOU DESERVE. 

#well this is far from a drabble but I'm counting it #din djarin #younger din djarin #pre-show din #din x f!reader #there's a lot to unpack with this man