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ppnuggiex · 2 months

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　　　　　　OCTATRIO x gn reader

　　　　『　azul ,, jade ,, floyd ,, gender neutral reader 』

　　-> taking interest in their mer form

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack ,, vulnerability from jade and azul ,, floyd being a pain in the ass

　　— some headcannons and writing blurbs for octatrio <3 they mean sm to me . might make dating hcs of them but genderswapped ,, or like dating them but theyre girls yknow ? 😭 i stumbled across some oneshots of them as girls on ao3 and now im becoming addicted to fem azul 😿🙏 also made little divider things <3 i kinda like them but they wouldnt become transparent 🤬🤬 so theyre just white n stuff 😞😞 as always enjoy and feel free to request :D

| • getting azul to trust you enough to show his merform took quite a while ,, a lot of patience and reassurance but it was worth it in the end

| • long tentacle arms expanding and curling with himself ,, flexing suction cups and reaching afar to stretch

| • face tinted red ,, glasses covering his eyes as he glanced downwards ,, his lips turned out in a pout as you gazed at his form

| • he was so sure you'd be disgusted ,, tell him never to contact you ever again ,, leaving him there in shambles with his heart broken

| • yet it never happened ,, rather the opposite instead ,, your eyes wide with excitement but voice soft and calm as to not spook azul more than he already was

| • a small " may i ?" with your hands outstretched towards him ,, ready to examine him as much as he'd let you

| • he'd only nod slowly ,, arms curling within himself once again and eyes darting around all over to ensure no one was near to see the sight before him ,, or in case he needed a quick getaway

| • azul is quite touch starved and touch sensitive ,, not used to having someone's hands over him in any sort of form ,, other than in violent means

| • how gentle you treat him ,, as though he were to wither away under your touch ( which he did feel like doing )

| • everything down under his consent ,, and his supervision of course ,, your brain and curiosity end up satiated ,, pressing a small kiss to azul's cheek in thanks for this memory

| • treasuring every touch you can get ,, reassuring azul that he's quite a beauty rather or not he thinks so ,, and last but not least a thank you for allowing this ,, for letting him trust you this much and that you would never break said trust

cool to the touch yet smooth ,, your fingertips roamed over one of his appendages . azul sucked in a breath ,, eyes fixated on your fingers and awaiting for any depricating comments from your lips . though he never expected you to smile and whisper praises to him . " you're quite beautiful , azul ." it was small and short ,, yet it meant a lot to him . " i do absolutely adore the gradation from black to purple here ,, its quite lovely if i say so ." you murmured under your breath ,, eyes raking over his form as you played with the suction cups on the underside of his appendage .

your eyes glanced back up ,, meeting azul's as they took in every movement of yours . " thank you for this azul ." you whispered ,, hands leaving his tentacle to wrap around his neck as you coddled against him . " i understand how private this is for you ,, how important it is . i really appreciate this azul ,, i'm proud of how far you've gotten ." you whispered against him ,, eyes still holding his as tears welded up in his soft iridescent gaze . his arms slowly wrapped around you ,, chest heaving as he tried to keep his composure around you . yet the more you sung genuine praise ,, the more his heart clenched in his chest and the faster his tears started to roll down his face .

he allowed himself to bury his face in your neck ,, soft cries being blocked against your skin as your hand rubbed against his back ,, lips pressing kisses to his shoulder as you let him be vulnerable . " its okay azul ,, go ahead and let it out . i'm here for you ,, i promise ." you said ,, feeling his tentacles creep across your skin to wrap themselves around your torso . just this one moment ,, this shared memory of yours ,, he let his walls down and let you in ,, the vulnerability of his current state . your lips pressed another kiss to his shoulder ,, hearing his sobs start to die down as you rest your head against his shoulder .

| • its not often that hes surprised or caught off guard ,, like in this instance for example

| • he has caught your gaze before whenever he happened to be in his more natural form ,, how your eyes would eye him up and down

| • yet you never said a word about it once ,, keeping all your thoughts to yourself ,, all your secrets locked away

| • jade had gotten curious himself ,, curious of what you thought of him in this state ,, though he was never self conscious about it once

| • it didnt bother him whether or not you liked his natural state more than his more humane one ,, it wasnt of his concern to know or need that information

| • and it surely settled that way in his mind ,, at least until he got closer to you until eventually you both ended up together in a relationship

| • he couldnt contain the thoughts clouding his mind ,, it was near impossible to put a lid on them ,, as they would come back in a mere few hours to haunt him again

| • so when you asked to see his merform ,, he was quite ecstatic ,, caught offguard yet it wasnt an ask he would refuse

| • with the two of you in one of octavinelle's pools ,, alone together with jade in the water floating about ,, you on floor of the room with wide eyes and a smile ,, jade contemplated the emotions he felt

| • somewhat vulnerable ,, yet not in a bad way he supposed ,, watching as your eyes gazed all about him before you asked if you could touch him

| • his heart may have fluttered at that ,, but he wouldnt allow you to know that ,, eyes lidded as he swam closer to the edge of the pool and letting you feed your curiosity

your hands reached out to the finals where his ears wear ,, stroking one softly with your thumb as jade laid his head in your lap . " enjoying yourself pearl ?" his sultry voice asked ,, mismatched eyes gazing into your own as he allowed you to fuel your curiosity . " yes ,," was all you could muster out ,, allowing your hands to trail over his scales coating his neck ,, collarbone and dragging down his arms . he was muscular ,, though not as much as jack was . you could still feel the flesh as your fingertips glided alongside his upper arms ,, digging in gently before moving on .

jade could feel his heart pick up pace slightly ,, eyes widening slightly as your eyes shined ,, enthralled and mesmerized by his luxurious scales . you didnt notice ,, too busy being entranced at the gradation of his scales ,, eyes glazing over little nicks and scars he's gotten over the years .

| • similar to jade ,, hes been in his more natural state around you ,, noticing your staring and has teased you for it before

| • he'll call you out on how rude it is to stare before grabbing you off the ground and dragging you into the pool with a loud giggle

| • " shrimpy's so silly ! if you wanna look or touch ya just gotta ask small fry ,," he'll remark as he rubs his cheek against yours with his long body coiling around you

| • even then it takes you a while to finally ask ,, a gentle night at the beach during sprink break having mustered up enough courage to ask

| • floyd didnt mind ,, enjoying your flustered state as he allowed you to rub your hands on his scales

| • who knows he may try to get you to itch a spot for him that he cant reach ,, or splash water onto your face with his tail

| • he'll laugh as you grumble about ,, trying to wipe the water away only to be met with even more water ,, this time using his hands instead of his tail

| • when joining him in the water you have to be careful of what you do ,, after all if you do try to run from his grip he'll only take it as indication that you wanna play chase

| • like a snake he'll slither within the water ,, hands reaching out to grab at you and pull you close to him

| • on days he happens to be more chill for the time being he lets you gaze all over ,, not bothering to call you out on your obsessive staring

| • its moments like these that you can observe floyd in his beauty ,, rather than trying to escape it

" floyd !" you grumbled as he splashed water at your face ,, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut . " for five seconds can you not splash me ?" you asked. he could only shrug ,, dorky smile on his face . " shouldn't have been starin' ,," is all he'll say ,, waiting for you to open your eyes only to splash you again . at that moment ,, you didnt care anymore and lunged forward at him ,, arms wrapping around his neck as you tried to splash water into his face as payback .

unfortunately for you ,, he'd already dived underwater and dragged you along with him without warning . when you let go and resurface ,, he's at the other end of pool laughing at your flailing arms . " for one minute can i admire you ?!" you huffed ,, glaring over in his general direction as you swam towards the ledge of the pool . it doesn't take long until hes coming up right behind you ,, grabbing at your waist and bringing you back to him . " all you had to do was ask shrimpy ." he'll say as he floats along his back ,, you ontop of him and in his arms as he lets you look him over with adoration in your eyes .

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #🌊.octavinelle #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #floyd x reader #jade leech #jade x reader #🌊.jade #🌊.floyd #🌊.azul

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ryanandtherealgirl · 3 months

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Good Boy (NSFW 18+)

Lars Lindstrom x reader

Pairing: Subby!Lars x fem!reader

Summary: just a smutty blurb about dry-humping Lars with no plot whoops.

CW: NSFW, Fluffy smut, shy and hesitant Lars, nervous Lars, y'know how he is. dry humping, cumming quickly.

Notes: NSFW!! 18+ ONLY!! Sorry it's short, Sorry the punctuation isn't consistent. if people like it/want more I could do a part 2? Just let me know. My inbox is open!

additional notes: I was very inspired by @ken-dom's work. She writes Lars so beautifully. He is my favorite goose character and I'm so thankful to her for writing so much amazing content about him. <3

You were perched on Lars’ lap. Straddling him with your legs on either side of his thighs as he sat on his bed in his small garage. You had his face in your hands as you kissed him feverishly. He was kissing you back, straightening his spine to push his lips into yours further. He let out a little moan as you started pushing your tongue into his mouth. His hands were gripping your hips so tight, holding you in place on his lap.

The kiss was sloppy and wet and you were loving every second of it so much you couldn’t help but moan wantonly into his mouth and roll your hips against his lap.

He sucked in a breath at your movement and your hands fell from his face as he pulled away slightly to look down and away from you, he squeezed his eyes shut and held in a breath.

“Lars?” You asked concerned “are you okay? Did I hurt you? We can stop if you want.” You offered quickly.

Afraid that you had pushed him too far and embarrassed that you were so aroused that you lost control of yourself, you made a move to crawl off of his lap but his strong hands flexed to hold you firmly in place.

“No.” he let out the breath he was holding. “I’m not hurt- you didn’t hurt me.” he said still looking away from you.

“Then what is it, sweetheart?” You asked. You slipped your hand under his chin gently to get him to look at you.

His sparkling blue eyes met yours as his eyebrows knitted together. He took a deep breath, trying to find the right words.

“I just- I” He paused to take another deep breath. “When you did that,” his eyes looked down to where you were joined at the hips, a blush was visible on his cheeks “I felt like I might..” He trailed off. Looking away ashamed. The blush on his cheeks was really prominent now.

“Ohhh” the realization dawned on you and you felt your heart skip a beat. You felt so relieved that it was because of pleasure that he pulled away and not pain. Confidence swelled in your chest. “You thought you might cum?” You pressed boldly, smiling at him with unabashed lust.

Lars made a surprised noise at the last word you spoke and dropped his head down to your chest, where he hid his face in embarrassment. He couldn’t believe you could talk to him in such a dirty way with such confidence. It made his dick throb under you.

“You can be honest with me, baby.” you cooed, your hands coming up to run your fingers through the messy, dark blonde hair on the back of his head. Holding his face to your chest gently. “You can tell me it felt so good it almost made you cum in your pants.”

Lars shuddered from your words.

“I can’t say that!” he whined, his voice muffled by the fuzzy sweater you were wearing.

“Yes you can.” you soothed, the pads of your fingers massaging his scalp. “It would turn me on so much to hear you say that.” You assured him.

His head sprung up from your chest and his eyes met yours once again, this time his pupils were blown out so big the darkness was swallowing up the beautiful blue of his eyes.

“It would?” Was all he asked. His eyes searched your face for the truth, not believing that his words could have that effect on you.

“It really, really would” You breathed as you rolled your hips into his again, feeling his hard cock straining against his pants under your clothed core.

He let out a little whimper and his fingers dug into the flesh of your hips above the waistband of your skirt. Lars was so flustered, his heart was beating so fast but he was determined to please you, so he mustered up all his courage and spoke:

“You feel so good.” He whined. It was all he could get out. It was enough for you because you rolled your hips into his again and he crashed his lips into yours. This kiss was different. It was even more desperate and this time he was the one who pushed his tongue past your open lips as you moaned. You had started rocking your hips over his again and again. His hardened cock was hitting your bundle of nerves so deliciously despite the layers of clothing separating you two.

He wrapped his strong arms completely around your torso pulling you impossibly closer to him as you rocked on top of him.

He was letting out whimpers, gasps, and moans in between kisses as you set a steady pace. He almost let himself get nervous at how embarrassingly quickly his release was building up but before he could worry you would roll your hips over his cock again and his mind would go blank with white-hot pleasure.

“Does it feel good, Lars?” You moaned needing to hear him, needing him to be vocal for you.

“Yes” he squeaked out “yes it feels too good, it’s too- it’s too much, Angel, I’m gonna cum” he was now sloppily jerking his hips up into yours, meeting some of your movements halfway as he couldn’t really keep track of your pacing, too concerned with chasing his own pleasure.

“Good boy.” You praised. “Cum for me, cum all in your pants just from dry humping me” You whined.

That was it for him, the combination of you calling him a ‘Good boy’ and the way your voice was whining when you spoke to him, breaking with your own intense arousal, had him twitching and shooting his hot cum into his boxers under his pants. He buried his face into your chest as he gripped your body so tightly, holding onto you for dear life as he bucked his hips into yours weakly riding out the after effects of his intense orgasm. He was shuddering against you as his thigh muscles spasmed underneath you.

“Such a gooood boy for me” You soothed as you smoothed the hair on his head and kissed the top of it.

He breathed out a whimper in response.

It took him a second to catch his breath and collect his thoughts.

“I-I’m a good boy?” He breathed, still clutching you. “But I didn’t even..” he pulled back to meet your eyes.

You shushed him, knowing exactly what he was going to say. “No it wasn’t about me, it was about you and you came for me, just like I asked. You did so good.” You praised, carding your fingers through his hair lovingly. Lars couldn’t help but smile at your praise and your affectionate touch.

“I want to do better, I want to-“ he stopped, so embarrassed by his next words “I want to make you cum” he said with his eyes shut tightly, feeling more confident saying it if he didn’t have to look into your eyes.

Your heart soared at his sentiment, you knew it must have taken a lot of his courage to use that phrasing, saying explicit things like that was outside of his comfort zone.

You beamed at him, even though his eyes were still closed and you leaned in to plant a small kiss on the tip of his nose. His eyes opened at that and his blue gaze met yours.

“I want that too, Lars” you breathed.

He smiled at this.

“Whenever you’re ready, it doesn’t have to be today or even soon-“ You started to assure him.

“Now?” He asked

“Now?” You repeated, dumbfounded. Not entirely sure you heard him correctly.

“I…I’d like to try now.” he said, a determination in his eyes you’d never seen before.

You were speechless, and all you could do was smile back at him and nod.

#lars lindstrom smut #ryan gosling smut #lars lindstrom x reader #ryan gosling x reader #lars lindstrom x y/n #lars and the real girl #lars and the real girl fic #ryan gosling x y/n #my writing #my fic #lars lindstrom #ryan gosling imagine

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thegoblinboy · 1 year

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Inspired by this post if you haven’t checked it out go check @resande art out it’s mind blowing how realistic it is

I wasn’t planning on participating in mermay until I seen this amazing peice of art linked above and the ideas started to cloud in. This is a quick one shot/blurb that I put together (: I had a lot of fun doing this and I probably might try writing more stuff out of my comfort zone like this one

The water was pitch black, darker then what Hawkins actual lake looked like. So black, that when Steve looked down into the water it felt like he was still looking up into the sky. The moon reflected off the water, a spitting image of the actual thing. (Which is how Reflections work Stephen) Steve's cold, rubbing his arms around himself as he was stranded in the upside down. That was supposed to be nonexistent, that's what the government had told him and the kids but yet here he was. Which made this whole situation even Stranger. There was no reason for him to be here, nor was there a reason for him to jump into the lake. It was as if he was a puppet to someone's game, his body being controlled by something else. Luring him into the deep end and pulling him down into the dark portal for the second time in his very short life. If he had a dime for every time he had been pulled by another force in this lake, he would have two. A thought that wasn't so comforting to him as he now sat on the side trying to gather himself. Like snapping from a dream he was slowly starting to gain control over his body again. He had been in some form of daze where his body moved by itself, and instead of waking up in his own bed he was waking up exactly where his dream had left off. So many questions to be answered and he doesn't know where to begin.

For one, why had he been out in the middle of the lake by himself in the first place? Going over the last couple hours of his life, he doesn't understand any of the reasons behind any action he done. Pulling a boat, that was coincidentally stranded off to the side set up just for him possibly, into a lake that he still had nightmares about seemed stupid. Something from a horror movie, that he would be yelling at the tv for even trying to normalize. Yet here he was. One of those dumbass characters who did something completely avoidable. He still doesn't understand where the urge to be near the lake yet dive into it had come from. Once again, he hasn't been in huge body of water for years now. Something was wrong, he needed to call a code red but whatever force that had lead him here had made sure to leave him mostly naked and alone. As if this was all planned out. Here he sat with no shoes, no socks and no shirt. Eerily similar to one of the last times he had been in this place. His first plan of action was to find clothes. Something to wear so he wasn't walking around naked in a apocalyptic like world. His survival instincts were heightened but his reflects weren't. It was still a tad difficult gaining control over his own body. Like whatever had pulled the strings to get him here still had a finger on one of the threads, gently strumming the string causing small vibrations to go up and down Steve's back. His whole body was vibrating now that he thought about it.

Though his body wasn't, his mind was staying on high alert. Hyper-vigilant in ways that only a warrior could be. Hearing everything that was currently taking place around him. Which is why when a small splash is heard from the lake he tenses up and try's to squint in the dark. It could easily have been mistaken for a small fish moving in the water, but this was the upside down. When a crack of stick is heard off to his right he's startled, digging his feet into the dirt to make a attempt at pulling himself up on this slight hill. Heart raising, chest heaving as he stumbles back only a few inches. Not that far as his body still felt heavy, like he had been hit with a tranquilizer. He was afraid, alone and if anything happened there was no way he was walking out of it alone. That thought alone raises his anxiety more, and the determination to live for Robin. For Dustin who was close to adult hood, who needed a big brothers guidance to manhood. Not only could he hear everything happening around him, he could feel everything. The cool and sharp edges of rocks digging into his feet creating small painful cuts on his heels and toes to the uncomfortable way he was sitting on the ground.

Feeling so much at once that he doesn't even react to the slight pain he felt through out his body. He doesn't even think about the numerous infections he could possibly get as the water from the lake moves at its own free will. Splashing up and hitting his feet. Sending a shiver up his body again. His blood mixing into the dark water, so dark that he couldn't even see the red turn to a light pink as it mixes in with what was normally clear liquid. Images of blood rinsing from his body, becoming clouded in his bath water is what triggers him into action. Coming up with a plan. His own personal Eureka as he remembers that this was just a flipped version of his Hawkins. He needed to get to the Harrington residence to get clothes on his body. Without them he would only grow colder, become sick and it would only slow him down. Letting anything to come out and eat him alive. He needed to stay alive, not for himself but for Dustin and Robin who were most likely freaking out about him. And if they weren't now, they would be soon when they discovered his empty house.

That thought along gives him the motivation to stumble up onto his feet, gaining some control over his body and over his mind. Pulling a hand through his damp hair as he looks out at the lake, never moving his eyes away from it. That gut feeling telling him that he shouldn't turn his back to it. Something was out there, lurking and waiting for him to let his guard down. Moving forward he quickly tries to rinse his feet off in the water, not liking the grimy feeling of dirt and stones between his toes. But it was no use, the dirt and rocks would stick back to his skin again irritating him more then it probably should have. Completely irrational compared to the situation he was in. Not even thinking about how his blood was mixing into the water, oblivious to what lurked in the water. Sensing something there, but unsure of what. He's stepping back after a moment beginning to work his way up the small path. Walking backwards up a hill wasn't easy, but there was definitely something watching him from the water.

Steve begins to wipe the sweat and dirt from his grimy face before crossing his arms around the middle part of his body again. Shaking, as his teeth shattered from the uncomfortable bite that the cold air left on his skin. Part way up the hill as he doesn't move his eyes away from the water. Not afraid of what possibly could be behind him, but about what could be in front of him. Then he stops again. Unsure why, until he hears the loud splashing of water again. Once again he can't see what was causing it, and he doesn't care to find out as he quickly turns on his heel in a attempt to run up the hill. Cutting his feet up only more as he trips over a tree branch that stuck out. As if it just appeared out of thin air. Falling forward with a loud grunt, he lands on his hands and knees. Scraping both up pretty good with a loud groan. He moves trying to get up again but he has no control over his body again, staying frozen in that specific position. Inside, he was mentally kicking himself in the ass. How did he let himself get so rusty, it had only been three years since they defeated Vecna. Three short and amazing years growing closer to the next decade. A fresh start, and hopes of not having any supernatural occurrences happening. But what ever was going on right now, seemed to have something else in mind.

He can hear something moving out of the water, the way the dirt and earth sound as if something was sliding up the ground. Like a snake. Steve can't even close his eyes from fear. All confidence of surviving this disappearing as he feels parts of his body shake from fear. In the back of his mind it was a little bit of a relief to have some control. Forcing his head to look over his shoulder, eyes wide as whatever that was forcing him to stay in place wanted his head to look forward. He try's to move as his heart starts to race faster. Seeing a glimpse of a tail moving around on the ground. Scale like, reminding him of a snake but yet not quite the same. Taking a shaky gasp he forces his limbs to move. Trying to get past whatever mental block that was holding him back. Failing once again, feeling the creature lurking closer. At a last attempt of survival Steve try’s to tune his brain into a random music station, that happened to have his favorite song. Though, he couldn’t decide in that moment and he ends up imagining that he was listening to the beginning cords of whatever song Dustin played nonstop. Some Black Sabbath song, as he feels it working a bit. Feeling the creature stopping where ever it laid as Steve takes a gasp of breath pushing himself up forward. Pants falling down his hips a but as his curiosity gets the best of him and he’s looking behind himself and seeing exactly what was coming towards him.

His face pales as he recognizes who it was. The brown curls and matching brown eyes that had left a stain on him for years. Steve stumbles back, falling on his ass as he accepts his fate. Shivering as the cold eats through him more. His arms falling back and hitting one of the vines that he had made a attempt at not touching. No words are said between the two, the other seemed to be equally in shock. His ears were not normal, similar to that of bat wings, his hair was wet and way longer then what Steve remembered it being, pink scars were over his skin wrapping around his arms and chest. Even though he was supposed to be some form of monster, he was beautiful. A loud noise cracks in the sky, both of them coming down from the shock as a vine wraps itself around Steve. Wrapping itself around his waist knocking the wind out of him as his eyes grow wide with fear. A chocked scream leaving him as he’s tugged away, cuts going up and down his back as Eddie reaches out for him. Hand moving and successfully grabbing at his angle. Skin on slimy skin as Steve’s eyes roll back in his head as he’s seeing images transferring into his head. They all go by so fast he can’t catch much before he’s opening his eyes again under water. Forcing himself up for air as water fall down his skin panting, gasping for air as he’s once again soaked in what looks to be his own bathtub. Alone. Shower curtain wide open as he felt tripped out. He doesn’t know what’s happening but he didn’t like it.

Moving, he carefully moves out of the water, that was black and not clear. Lake water. He wipes his face off as he stumbles back, letting his brain come back to as he quickly pushes himself to get to his room. Taking less then five seconds to toss on whatever he found first. Slipping dry clothes on, that he was sure would only get wet at some point. He freezes as he hears something. From outside a hideous laugh echos through the night. Unsure of what, and not wanting to know he quickly scurry’s to find a hiding spot. Passing the bathroom again, only to get pulled back in by a long scaly tail. A attempt at screaming failing as the tail wraps around him completely, part of it muffling his scream as it goes around his mouth. Pulling him into the bathroom aggressively. As predicted, the dry clothes don’t last long as he’s dumped back into a bath tub. A hand moving to close the shower curtain to close it quickly with a whoosh. Steve’s shaking from the cold as he quickly makes a attempt at not looking at the bloody hand prints on the curtain. Moving his eyes to look at who had him. Eddies eyes are staring back at him, wide and curious.

Unraveling his tail from Steve’s mouth he quickly replaces it with his hand. “She can’t get us if we are in water.” He says gently, as if that made any sense. Steve frowns confused as he feels the others tail moving around the water. Starting to wrap itself around Steve, who begins to feel the warmth. Relaxing as his shaky breath calms down a bit. Fear written in his eyes as he try’s to ask anything. Try to gather more of a understanding. “I’m so sorry Steve, normally it’s just a wolf or some animal that I lure down here. This has never happened before.” Eddies eyes are filling with tears as his face goes a bit pink. Steve’s more confused, nothing making sense as he feels something coming towards them. Moving as he feels the others hand back on his face. Images going through his head again, eyes rolled back as everything is explained to him. Taking a shaky breath as he comes down from whatever that was he realizes he’s wrapped around the other. Who seemed relax about the whole situation. Though that quickly changes as a loud voice booms from downstairs.

“You plan on hiding forever Harrington!” The voice is eerily familiar, he’s about to ask who but once again Eddie shows him. Shows him the slightly red hair, the bloody face of Barb, who had been assumed to have drowned in his pool. Shaking with more fear he looks at Eddie with even wider eyes as he doesn’t let himself let go of Eddie. He has always been a grabber when he was terrified, especially during horror movies. The other doesn’t seem to mind once again, and instead moves burying his face into his chest instead.

“Don’t worry Stevie, I’ll get you out of here.”

#resandtiys #mermay #mermaid Eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve harrington #bxb #steveharrington #steveddie #eddie stranger things #steve and eddie

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sunshinesteviee · 2 years

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let's hear it for the boy - s.h.

summary: an impromptu dance party in the kitchen with your boyfriend after breakfastwc: 1.2k warnings: literal just softness and domesticity ugh a/n: this was supposed to be a blurb LOL but it might honestly be one of my favorite things i've written omg. i don't even know if the writing is that great, i'm just obsessed with the idea and the pure joy in this. please listen to let's hear it for the boy while you read it (or after!!) bc it's such a bop.

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“Let’s hear it for the boy!”

You shriek with laughter as Steve spins you out of his arms, grip still tight on your hand as he holds you at arm's length before you spin back in, pulling another peal of laughter from you. You’re not quite sure how cleaning the kitchen after breakfast with Steve has devolved into dancing and singing — equally as bad — together, but you can’t say you mind. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants low on his hips, and you’re still only in a t-shirt and underwear. You know that you probably look a bit crazy, but it’s just the two of you in your small apartment, singing your hearts out in the soft morning light filtering in through the kitchen window.

Steve has a tight grip on you now that you’re back in his arms, and he dips you down, leaving you scrambling to grasp his shoulders. You know he won’t drop you. Probably. But you still don’t particularly like feeling like you could slip at any moment. He’s grinning down at you, soft hair falling into his face as he leans down to press a quick kiss to your lips — so quick you almost think you imagined it — before he’s pulling you back up, singing along with the song loudly, “Let’s hear it for my baby!”

Pressing a sloppy kiss to Steve’s cheek, you pull back so you can jump around your cramped kitchen to the beat of the song. You spot a clean spatula on the counter and grab it quickly as you walk by so it can be your microphone for the time being, singing dramatically as you turn to face your boyfriend again, “My baby may not be rich, he’s watchin’ every dime.”

Having followed you the short distance, Steve is up on you again, hands on your hips, pulling your body into his as you dance together, absolutely beaming at each order. One of the chairs at the tiny table tucked into the corner of your kitchen is still pulled out, and you seem to have the same thought at the same time. You jump slightly, Steve’s strong hands on your hips lifting you up and guiding you so the seat of the chair is under your feet. You’re at least a foot taller than him now, and his hands linger against your bare thighs, staring up at you in what you can only describe as utter adoration, his hazel eyes wide behind the frames of his glasses, lips quirking up at the corner.

Clutching the spatula in your hand, you bring it back up to your mouth as your microphone, your other hand resting over your heart, eyes closing and hips swaying as you sing, “But he loves me, loves me, loves me,” you quickly open your eyes, pointing at Steve with a grin as you sing the next part, “we always have a real good time.”

You give Steve a knowing look at the next part and are barely able to hold it together, giggling through the line, “And maybe he sings off key, but that’s alright by me.”

He can’t even pretend to be annoyed; he now has his own spatula in his hand and shoves his free hand into his hair to get it out of his face as he also props one foot up on your chair to lean up towards you. You lean down to meet him halfway, nose brushing his as the fingers of your free hand caress his jaw. Both of you are still singing loudly, even this close, “‘Cause what he does, he does so well, makes me wanna yell—“ You give him an over-exaggerated wink at this, and stand up straight on the chair, throwing one arm in the air and nearly hitting the light hanging above the table near you as you bounce on your toes in the chair, “Let’s hear it for the boy!”

Steve keels over with wild laughter, a sound you want to hear for the rest of your life. A sound you hope you’ll hear every day from now on. Because of your friends, and stupid jokes, or funny stories, and impromptu dance parties, or even nothing in particular. If this was life with Steve, you wanted nothing more.

He finally pulls himself together enough to look up at you, eyes crinkling with pure happiness in the way you adore as you wiggle your eyebrows dramatically and point to him again, “Maybe he’s no Romeo, but he’s my lovin’ one-man show! Let’s hear it for the boy!”

As you start singing the next line, something about him pulling you near, Steve wraps himself around your torso, one arm firmly around your waist the other hooked under one of your thighs. Before you can even ask what he’s doing or process what’s happening, Steve whisks you off of the chair. You let out a another shriek, clinging to Steve’s shoulders with one hand in his messy hair as he spins you off of the chair until your feet are on the ground again, “Steve!”

There’s an unapologetic look on his face as he giggles, planting another kiss to the corner of your mouth. You’re unsure if that was his intended target, but you don’t mind either way, breaking out into a grin. The smile you’re giving him is blinding, brighter than the morning sun, and he returns the grin, shouting over the music, “I love you!”

“Love you too!” you reply, even though he can’t hear you over the loud song. You’re quickly back to singing, jumping up and down, moving your body to the rhythm however it wants. Steve wishes more than anything that he had a video camera with him to capture this moment. A moment he’d consider one of the best of his life thus far.

The song is winding down but you’re still going, and you turn to Steve, eyes and hair wild as you point to him from across the kitchen, “Let’s hear it for my man!” Something about you draws him in until you’re meeting halfway, “Let’s hear it for the boy! Let’s hear it for my baby!”

A laugh is caught in your throat as the next song starts, but you’re out of breath, cheek pressed into Steve’s bare chest with his arms around you. His own chest heaves under your touch as he tries to catch his breath, his hands pressing to the small of your back to keep you close as you both dissolve into another fit of giggles.

When you finally catch your breath and look up at Steve, he’s already staring at you, and the light coming in through the kitchen window is making him glow. His hand smooths over your hairline before sliding down to cup your jaw, “You killed that, baby.”

You huff out a laugh at that, leaning up so you can rest your elbows on his shoulders, fingers sliding into his hair, “Pretty easy to get into it when I'm singing about my boy."

Soft pink crawls up Steve’s neck, dusting over his cheeks and coloring the tips of his ears at your statement, though he’s smiling again. He pulls away to look through your shared collection of tapes, calling behind him, “Okay, round two. Gotta find a song to sing to you this time!”

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lottiecrabie · 11 months

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i really wanna get into writing but idk how.. any advice?

okay if you mean actually just Writing, i fear the best advice i could give you is Just Start. i know i’ve said it often and i know i’ve warned how annoying it is to hear, but the truth is that you won’t get better at writing if you don’t do it. practice is absolutely necessary and needed. i’ve posted the first english fic i’ve ever written a little while ago and if you haven’t seen it, Trust me it was atrocious. i had to start there before i could get to where i am now.

the best way to start writing is to have a story you want to tell. i think that’s what will motivate you the most. if there’s any idea that is really inspiring, that’s been trotting your head, that interests you, throw yourself into it! that’ll make you want to write a lot more.

i cannot even begin to tell you the number of times i’ve started a story and haven’t finished it. i think that’s just part of writing, or at least Practicing writing: you’ve got some idea, write two chapters of it, one, a flashforward moment, then let it rest in your drafts if you get more invested in some other fleeting thing. at least you’ll have scratched that itch and gotten in some practice.

if you don’t have The Great Idea yet, there’s tons of small blurbs on the internet that could get you out of that initial rust. writing short scenes or concepts is a great way to practice without the Brainy part of writing, which is, at least to me, Plotting.

honestly writing fanfiction has definitely made me improve and helped me develop my style. it’s a way to keep me accountable and practice writing a lot more; you see how slow i can be to write, and that’s With the motivation of readership! imagine how hell it is when it’s just me and the google doc. having constant validation, feedback and readers was personally been an excellent way to get me to Do the actual writing. my yearly word count has increased exponentially since i’ve joined the ff community a few years ago. so posting your work, even if you’re a little insecure, even if you’re not fully proud, might at least motivate you to Continue doing it!

in terms of actual content, i’ve always been a pretty raw and intuitive writer, so i can’t give much advice on how to figure it out. plus, i have a very distinct style — imageries, vibes over plot, flowery prose, running sentences, personification, em dashes — which doesn’t mean it will be yours, and doesn’t mean yours will be in any way wrong or bad. there’s very clinical and technical writing that can be genius, it’s just not what i do. follow what feels right.

but still here’s a few advices i could give:

if you’re trying to get more prose-esque, i’d say a good way is to work with Images. try tying feelings and thoughts to something extremely concrete and vivid. it’s a good way to create an interesting dichotomy between those two opposites.

i think dialogues are essential to a story, but that’s probably because it’s what i like reading the most. dont lose yourself in the boring, normal conversations; i don’t need to hear every hey hi how are you doing. try jumping directly into the action.

i usually start a scene with a dialogue, throwing people directly into the scene, or with some sort of establishing shot. painting the scene of where and how the characters stand, what the decor looks like, perhaps offering the reader with necessary information.

try ending a scene with a high. again, to me that’s usually a dialogue — still none of that nice to see you bye goodbye stuff. the last line, to me, is usually a quip of some sort. if not a dialogue, there’s some sort of Punch to the end of scene in the action. a realization, a feeling, a moment. if you can’t find a way to end it with a bang, then maybe the scene isn’t necessary and shouldn’t be there at all. you’re building literary tension throughout each scene: i need to feel like there’s some climax even in small capsules.

very important!!! write paragraphs! to me it’s extremely arduous to read a story that has these long paragraphs i have to scroll through for ages to get to the bottom. i lose focus and motivation pretty quickly. one paragraph, one idea. follow that religiously. if you think it’s getting a bit too long, hack it. remember most people read on their phone now, too. one single paragraph shouldn’t take the entire scene.

you don’t have to write Heavy plots. i personally focus on the characters and their journey, which is just as valid! if you can’t seem to find these complex twisting ideas, maybe you can just tell the story of two people falling in love and developing together. that’s just as nice.

wow i actually had more advices than i thought. well, i think that’s it:) good luck:) i believe in you<3

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withloveajaxx · 2 years

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Hii! How are you?? Happy new year!! Can you write youe headcanons of Zhongli and Thoma with a touchy darling?? Like, holding hands, likes to kiss them all the time, etc. Just clingy in that sense.

genshin boys with a touchy s/o

✧ genre: zhongli and thoma x gn! reader fluff

✧ warnings: none

✧ summary: how they react when their s/o is affectionately touchy

✧ note: hello there anon, thank you for this request!! i threw i a bit of blurbs/scenarios along with your hcs since i felt like it was kinda short with just the hcs, i hope you don't mind ^^ anyways, hope you have a good day, happy new year, and pls enjoy this mwah <33 (not beta read again, i'll edit tomorrow but for now, so sorry for the errors :"D)

ZHONGLI

zhongli doesn't mind that your very affectionate with your touches.

his heart always fills so full and content whenever you reach out for his hand or stand on your toes to peck his cheek.

he always recpirocates your little action because he's a gentleman like that.

whenever you take a hold of his hand, he grasps yours back comfortably, sending you a small smile.

when you tiptoe to kiss his cheek or lips, he won't hesitate to bed down and meet you half way.

it's something he'd grow accustomed to because you do it so often.

your affection would also be something he craves or looks forward to every day since he's gotten to used ro you doing it.

whenever you aren't so touchy, he'll initiate some affection himself, cupping your face in his smooth hands and asking you what's wrong.

he also might be just a little shy in public, but he'll let you do whatever you want in the comfort and privacy of your own home.

he'd never deny your little acts of love because he enjoys it thoroughly, and who is he to deny you of it anyways?

it's a calm evening in liyue, a light breeze seeping in through the open windows of your home as both you and zhongli unwind in the living room and sip tea leisurely.

your empty cup of tea has long been abandoned atop the glass coffee table in front of you. you're head had found purchase on zhongli's shoulder, hands toying with the pillow on your lap absentmindedly while zhongli continues to talk about a certain item he found at one of the local stores that day.

you watch as both of zhongli's hands rest on his still warm cup of tea, and without much hesitation, you tug one of his hands gently into your own. by the way zhongli simply continues on with his little ramble, you can tell he isn't bothered by your actions in the slightest bit.

in fact, the latter seems to squeeze your hand reassuringly, tracing comforting circles onto your hand with his thumb. you could tell he was reveling in the wamth of your hand, the love of your touch.

eventually your eyes begin to droop ocasionally as you proceed to place dazed, innocent kisses into the crook of zhongli's neck. the ex archon seems to notice the drowsiness that coats your kisses, immediately settinf his cup of tea down as he returns your affection with his own kiss to the crown of your head.

wrapping an arm around your figure, he pulls you in to cradle your head in his chest. a deep chuckle rumbles in his throat as you bury your head further into him.

"i can see you're quite tired, my darling." he carefully coaxes you up the couch and into the bedroom, his lips tugging upwards at the kisses you leave on his cheek and jaw. "you can continue your kisses tomorrow, yes? for now, let's both get some sleep."

THOMA

lives for your little touches and affectionate displays of affection.

not a day goes by when thome doesn't look forward to your hand holding or sweet kisses.

sometimes he'll even ask for your affection if he notices you're not as touchy as usual.

he'll say things like "where's my morning kiss, my love?", or "your hand looks heavy today, love. let me hold it for you.".

sometimea, he'd ask for it wordlessly as well.

he's tap his cheek or his lips playfully to signal you for a little kiss, or he could hold his hand out for you to eagerly take.

whenever you give him some kisses, there's an automatic smile that starts to form onto his handsome features.

the corner of his lips turn up widely and there's a sparkle of joy in his emerald eyes.

he would never turn your small displays of affection away. he literally loves it with all his heart.

it acts as his own little reassurance that you love him with all your heart. that's honestly enough to make his whole day.

the sun's rays shine brightly into the room of the komore teahouse. the breeze was refreshing and the day was practically perfect for the lunch thoma had planned and invited you to.

he had recent been extremely busy with his work around inazuma, barely being able to make time to see you aside from the late nights he returns home. he knows you missed him dearly, not being able to kiss him and hold his hand like you usually would. hopefully this lunch would nake it up to you.

thoma's eyes immediately shift to you, thoughts being cut off as you walk into the komore teahouse. just the sight of you running into his awaiting arms already has him beaming brighter than the sun that shines above.

he wastes no time collecting your figure in his arms. his smile grows impposibly wider as he feels your soft lips connect with the flesh of his cheek.

"good afternoon, m'lady," he greets, planting a kiss of his own on your unoccupied lips. "the hot pot should be here any minute now. why don't we sit down and wait for it?"

that's how you both found yourself sat across each other on a wooden table. unable to resist the strong urge to take a hold of his hand, you offer your hand atop the table, smiling softly when thoma takes it into his own.

you dive into casual conversations and laughter, enjoying the simple lunch and quality time that had become rare nowadays as inazuma began bustling with different businesses. unfortunately, time seemed to pass by too fast and soon, thoma was getting up to do more of his work.

with a small pout on your face, your arms encircle his waist and your lips plant however many kisses you can manage on thoma's face. the blonde simply giggles at your actions and he regrettably hold you at arms length to cease your kisses that tempt him to stay a little longer.

"don't pout, my love. i promise i'll be home before you know it," thoma mutters gently, cupping your face to peck your lips quickly. "in the mean time, don't miss me too much alright? you can get all the kisses and cuddles you want tonight. i give you my word."

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absolutelyfizzing · 3 years

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little dove

loki x reader

description - Loki acted so caring around you, more so than anyone else in his life. He loved to take care of you, especially when you had a long day, and he got teased by some of the team for it.

warnings - fem reader, cute loki and pet names, implications of gender fluid loki?, reader gets picked up, slight implications of a nsfw theme the night before

word count - 1900

A/N - this is a pretty plotless blurb but i just love this man, i have been obsessed with the new series and just wanted to write anything about him. i will inevitably be writing for him more so please end me now. there are no spoilers for the new series and it takes place in an AU after new york but pretty much otherwise out of timeline. all the avengers live at the compound together, endgame didnt happen and no i wont talk about it.

MASTERLIST

Loki was not someone who was overly friendly. To most of the people in the compound, he was courteous at best. That rule, however, was bent occasionally. The only exceptions were you and his brother (some of the time). He had been smitten with you the moment he saw you though he would never admit it. You were bubbly and light and the exact opposite of him. You were so friendly and kind that it almost made him want to be the same.

You were kind to him, which he was shocked by. Most of the people in the compound tolerated him but they were never caught being too nice. You, on the other hand, were friendly to him the day you met him.

You weren't an Avenger, you weren't really even a fighter. You were a genius in the medical field as well as the unofficial caretaker of everyone on the team. You made sure that they all ate, they didn't overwork themselves, that they were getting enough sleep every night because they were your closest friends. Everyone listened to you. You had this power over them all that they just wanted to make sure you were happy and that meant they wanted to do what you asked of them. They tried their best to take care of you as well.

When you met Loki and were very nice to him, he expected some ulterior motive. He assumed that there was something you wanted or that you would gain his trust and then humiliate him later. So he kept his guard up. This was proved wrong over the months to come. He noticed that you were that kind to everyone and you were just happy to be around other people. He let you in over time.

You became the only person who he opened up to, even more than his brother. You would keep him company even when he lashed out at others and when he was filled with guilt. You forgave him for his past without question and opened up to him as well. It took probably 3 months for Loki to realize that he was in love with you.

He couldn't believe himself. In love with a midgardian? What was he thinking?

But it was undeniable and uncontrollable. He just couldn't help himself. You would read to him and watch movies with him. You would braid his hair when he was stressed and would teach him how to cook when he asked. You were just everything to him. It took him a long time to confess. He was terrified that you would reject him. You could have had anyone you wanted, why would you choose him?

When he did confess, you were thrilled and he couldn't believe it. You kissed him and he thought he could die happy right then and there. He had never felt this much love for anyone besides his mother.

You continued to break his walls down and he fell deeper in love with you every day. He didn't, however, change his behavior towards others very much. He had grown closer to the team, having regained some trust from them all. He was no longer aggressive and he tried very hard not to lash out. Most of that was out of his own desire to be trusted. He realized that he was going to have to make his life work to remain with you and he slowly learned that most of the people in the compound weren't actually as awful as he might have originally guessed. That didn't mean that his personality changed toward them though. He was still slightly cold and short. He wouldn't smile too much and he was what some might call grumpy most of the time.

That only changed around you and everyone noticed. Loki got teased for it constantly and he couldn't care less. He just wanted to make you happy and he had no regard for what anyone thought of your relationship.

He was waiting patiently in the common area of the compound on the couch. Steve and Rhodey were sat on the couch watching something that Loki didn't recognize or care for, it was some kind of reality TV. When he heard the elevator door open he looked toward the door and you were walking towards him. A grin spread over his face and his posture relaxed. He could hear the men on the couch scoff at his sudden change in demeanor. When you got close to him he picked you up and pulled you to straddle his hips on his lap and immediately began kissing all over you. You buried your face in his chest and he kissed your hair.

"How are you, my love?" He mumbled sweetly and you hummed. "Long day?" he questioned and you nodded in affirmation. "Lets go get you some food then, yes?" He asked lightly and you hummed happily. He picked you up and you clung to him, arms and legs wrapping around him. He carried you with ease toward the kitchen. It shocked you sometimes how much he could lift and how easily he lifted you but you had to remind yourself that he was indeed a god.

"How come you never treat us that way?" Rhodey called from the couch and Loki grumbled a bit.

"Oh I'm sorry did you want me to pick you up and make you some tea?" He asked sarcastically and you giggled from where your face was pressed into his chest. He smiled at the fact that he had gotten you to laugh and he set you on the countertop. He tried to pull away to make you some food but you did not let him leave you, still holding on to the front of the shirt that he was wearing. "Do you want to talk about your day?" He asked sweetly, kissing your forehead lightly. You gazed up at him lovingly and his heart skipped a beat.

"I'm just tired. People are annoying and I didn't exactly sleep much last night." You winked at the last part. He smirked at your comment.

"I'm sorry, my love. I was under the impression that you enjoyed what we did last night but I would be happy to give you plenty of time to sleep tonight if that's what you would prefer." he teased and you punched him lightly in the chest.

"Okay fine you're right, I like getting kept up." You confessed. You paused for a moment and his eyes remained on you as he waited patiently for you to continue. "I was mistaken for an intern again today. You would think that after over a year of working here that people would recognize my name and my work but today there were some new investors walking through the facility. When they came to look at my work they started to talk to one of my coworkers and then turned to me to ask me to get them a coffee order while they waited for the doctor to arrive." You grumbled, your mood now sour at the memory. Loki frowned and he felt his anger begin to take shape inside of him. His eyes flashed green for a moment.

"Would you like me to go and teach them a lesson? Perhaps just to mildly terrify them?" he asked, fully serious. That cheered you up plenty and you chuckled. Loki knew that you were laughing because of the absurdity of his statement and the fact that he was dead serious but he was just happy to see you smile again. "I will never understand the midgardian obsession with gender roles. Though I suppose my own identity is more fluid than most asgardians as well." He confessed and you brought your hand to rest on the side of his face. He leaned his head into your hand as he beamed at you. You loved when he compared his home to yours. It reminded you just how powerful he was and that he still chose to spend his days with you. There was suddenly a flash of green before he held his hand out to you, now holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. When you gasped and moved to grab them he slipped from your grasp to move towards the refrigerator.

"Hey that's not fair, you tricked me." You pouted at him, now grumbling that you couldn't hold him anymore.

"Little dove, I cannot make you food when you hold onto me. When I am finished cooking then you can stay with me for as long as you would like." He promised and you nodded solemnly. He quickly pressed another kiss to your cheek before moving around the kitchen to prepare you waffles as he often did when you were having a long day. You observed the beautiful flowers in your hand and watched him as he moved around the kitchen, a million times more comfortable than he had been when he first moved into the compound. You talked contentedly with the people passing by as well as the man who was diligently trying to improve your mood. Occasionally one of the other team members would walk by and laugh a bit at how caring he was acting toward you, all of them just happy you were content though. Eventually Thor stopped by while Loki put some batter into the waffle iron and sliced some fruit.

"You know, this is the happiest I have ever seen him." He stated simply, a smile in is voice.

"It's the happiest I've been too." You responded with a small grin.

"The last time I saw him open up to someone the way that he opens up to you was on Asgard with our mother. She would be happy to see him being so vulnerable again." He patted your back and walked away as tears started to come to your eyes. The brothers would talk of their mother sometimes and Loki often mention the fact that he believed she would have loved you, if not for your own personality then for what you did for her son. You wished that you could meet her.

You were suddenly taken out of your thoughts by someone handing you a plate of waffles and sliced up fruit with a little container of syrup on the side. You looked up at Loki and nearly cried right there. You put the plate aside for a moment to reach out and pull him into a crushing hug. He was a bit startled but responded quickly, a hand going to the back of your head and his fingers brushing through your hair soothingly.

"Did something happen, my love?" He asked softly and you sniffled a bit.

"Just love you and I'm very thankful for everything you do for me." You got out and he affirmed to himself that he would die for you in an instant.

"I love you too, darling, but I slaved away at those waffles and now they are getting cold." He teased and he kissed your hair gently. You took a deep breath before pulling away, looking up at him with love. You smiled and then hopped off of the counter. He walked with you over to the dining table where he sat next to you and serenely waited as you ate, the food lifting your spirits a bit and easing your anxiety of the day. You planned on spending the rest of it with the man next to you as well as every day after that.

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mackenzielovee · 3 years

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Hi, I loved crazy love. Literally I become obsessed, so I was wondering if you could write something about them when they are moving to their new apartment near to college and both of their families are helping them to have everything in order, but Rafe only want them to leave to be all alone with you in their new home. Maybe a little bit of smut?

a/n: this idea had my heart bc i'd really been wanting to write something like this ;) i hope you enjoy! thanks so much for the request!

Warnings: swearing, smut, mentions of planned pregnancy, discussion of sex

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our home: crazy love blurb - rafe cameron

"No, no a little to the left. Ward, are you listening to me?"

You sigh as you set the very last box down on the kitchen counter, stealing a glance at Rafe, who is sitting on your new couch. His head is in his hands as he listens to his parents bicker back and forth, trying to hang up the painting they had bought the two of you. Rose had gushed over it when she bought it, telling you it would match the rest of your decor perfectly.

"Of course, darling. You're talking loud enough," Ward gripes, shifting the painting to the left as Rose demands.

"Oh, come on, now. Back over to the right-"

"It's straight!" Rafe raises his voice, standing up from the couch.

You inhale sharply and step into the living room of your new apartment, wrapping an arm around him to try and calm him down. Ever since his parents and Wheezie arrived with the moving truck to help you both, he's been on edge. When your parents showed up with Macy, you thought he was about to go into cardiac arrest.

"Actually, I think it might just be straight," Rose nods, "Good eye, Rafe."

"Thanks so much," he remarks sarcastically.

"Hey," you whisper to him, trying to tell him to quit being mean to his step-mom, "They're here to help, remember?"

Rafe rolls his eyes, "I could do this shit myself."

"Because you're such a handy man?" you snort.

Rafe clenches his jaw as he looks down at you, but can't help the smirk on his face. He pulls you closer to him, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Where did Macy and Wheezie go? They should start on those kitchen boxes," Rose tells Ward, stepping away from her husband to look for them.

"We can handle the kitchen boxes," Rafe tells her.

"Y/N?" Rose looks to you for a final answer.

You glance up at Rafe only for a second, noting the look on his face, then nod your head in agreement.

"I like the kitchen organized a certain way, anyway," you tell her with a smile.

She nods her head, "All right. Ward and I can start on your sheets-"

"Y/N's parents are taking care of that," Rafe informs her.

Wheezie and Macy come tumbling into the front door, running past all of you and into your bedroom with your parents.

"What the hell are those two up to?" Ward questions.

Wheezie and Macy have become as thick as thieves, the best of friends, over the summer. One day, you'd shown up at Rafe's only to find your sister in her kitchen with Wheezie, baking away. Ever since then, you and Rafe have had to be extra quiet upstairs.

Rose and Ward step toward your bedroom as well, which is down a small hallway just off the kitchen. Rafe grabs your hand and yanks you with him, following the crowd of people.

"Can everyone get out of our bedroom, please?" Rafe grumbles, standing behind his father and watching your parents finish up making your bed.

Your parents had not been crazy about you and Rafe living together right as you both make the transition to college. You had cried, begged, threatened to not go to school, and even dragged Rafe over for a family dinner so all of you could talk the situation out. You'd never seen Rafe's face so red as the night he had to sit at a dinner table and discuss with your father how the two of you would be sleeping in the same bed.

When your parents found out that the Camerons would be financing your rent bill, however, the living situation had changed. Your parents hadn't realized how expensive dorm living is, and the thought of not having to pay for housing on top of tuition sounded like a dream come true.

Which is how you land in your new, empty kitchen, trying to hold Rafe back from killing every family member the two of you currently have within arms reach.

"It's quarter to three," your dad tells your mother over your bed.

"Macy," your mom speaks, "Get your stuff, honey. We have to get going."

"Yeah," Rafe perks up, earning the attention of his parents, "You guys should get moving, too. Y'know, lots of traffic, and Wheezie's got that thing early in the morning."

Wheezie opens her mouth to speak, but stops suddenly when Rafe gives her the death stare. She looks to you, to which you just shrug, and then turns back to her parents.

"What thing?" Rose asks her. Ward's phone buzzes in his pocket, earning his attention.

"Uh," Wheezie hesitates, looking to Rafe once more.

"Girl scout meeting," Rafe blurts.

You cover your face with your free hand to try and prevent Rose from seeing your laughter. You truly have no idea where Rafe gets this idea that Wheezie is old enough to be in girl scouts. Wheezie narrows her eyes at him, shaking her head slightly.

"Girl scout?" Rose questions to herself, still trying to figure it out when Ward speaks up, eyes still glued to his phone.

"Wheezie, get your stuff. You won't want to be tired in the morning at your meeting."

Wheezie rolls her eyes but does as she's told, making her way out of your bedroom and down the hall to collect her things in the living room.

"Seriously, Rafe?" she hisses, "Girl scouts? I'm fourteen-"

"Shut up, Wheeze," Rafe says back to her through gritted teeth.

Wheezie turns to you, "He's your problem, now."

"Oh, boy, do I know it," you tease Rafe, smiling with Wheezie. She laughs, but it's short lived when Rafe shoves her away.

"Get your shit," he mutters.

"Stop it," you demand, stepping in front of him and holding onto his forearms as they are wrapped around your waist.

The one thing you love about Rafe more than anything is how he always shows affection to you, even if your parents or his parents are around. He just doesn't seem to care about anyone except you.

"I want them to go," he defends himself, keeping his voice quiet, "I just want to be alone with you. In our home. I didn't realize that was such a difficult request."

You smile up at your fussy boy, dragging one hand up to his face to stroke his cheek. You can faintly hear your families moving around the two of you, but you're too lost in your own little world to think too much about it.

"Be patient," you whisper to him.

He smirks, "Will you make it worth my while?"

You give him back the same look, loving the way he smirks at you and allows his eyes to rake over every inch of your face and torso. It takes everything in him not to just grab you by the throat and kiss the hell out of you, only controlling himself because your dad is ten feet away.

"Don't I always?"

Rafe groans, trying his best to keep his composure. He has to close his eyes as he continues to whine, knowing that if he keeps looking at you, he'll be hard in no time.

"All right," Rafe says loudly, tugging himself away from you, "Thanks for coming, everyone, but we have a lot to unpack here. Dad, Rose, Wheezie, I'll show you to the door."

You snicker as you watch him attempt to lead his confused family out the door. You turn to your own family, giving hugs and promising to call whenever you can. Rose refuses to leave without giving you a hug, which pisses Rafe off, as he's gotten Ward and Wheezie out successfully and only needs one more.

Rose promises to send flowers, one that match the color scheme of course, and tells you she'll call you to check on Rafe, since he doesn't bother to return her calls. You give Wheezie a hug and give Ward a polite smile and wave from the doorway.

The second they're all out the door, Rafe slams the door shut and locks it before any of them can decide they forgot something.

"Ah, free at last," you joke.

Rafe turns around, licking his lips as he thinks about how you two finally have an empty house and he has you all to himself. No distractions, no parents, no little sisters listening intently at the door for secrets and drama. He eyes you up and down once, and when he brings his blue orbs to meet yours again, you know what he's thinking.

"Come here," he demands, but he can't help himself.

That boy rushes over to you, pushing you up against the wall in the entryway of your new apartment, kissing you as if his life depends on it. You accept his kiss without a second thought, allowing your hands to wrap themselves around his neck.

"Up," he mutters against your lips, hands guiding themselves to your waist as you jump up and let him position himself in between your legs, wrapping them around his torso.

He moves his kisses to your cheek, then your jawline, then your neck, while his hands relentlessly roam your ass.

"Rafe," you say, tilting your neck to give him more space.

"Hmm," he hums against your skin, not stopping or slowing down for anything.

"I really do have to unpack the kitchen if you want to eat dinner tonight," you tell him, although you're fully aware he would never set you down for anything right now.

"Not hungry."

"Rafe-"

"I think," he stops you, wet kisses trailing your collarbone, "We should fuck everywhere. Y'know, break the place in."

Even though you two have been together for a while, him saying things like that to you always seems to send tingles through your whole body. He always knew what to say, what to do, to get you riled up in all the right ways.

"That would take us all night," you whisper, smirking because you already know what he's going to say.

"Fine with me, baby."

You smile, then reach down and grab ahold of his cheek with your hand. You lead his lips back to yours, kissing him harder than you had been before. He moans into your mouth and you know you have him right where you want him now.

"Kitchen first?" he questions, breathless, "Or should we mess up that pretty little bed your parents just made up?"

The raspiness in his voice gets you going, enough for him to notice you squirming in his grip. He grins, knowing exactly what it is you need.

"Kitchen," you tell him, watching as he barely nods before he kisses you again, carrying you over and setting you on the counter.

With ease, he removes your shorts and underwear, dropping his own shorts to the floor beneath him. He kicks all of the clothes away, knowing the two of you won't be needing them for a very long time.

"I can't wait, baby," he mumbles, excusing his lack of foreplay.

You shake your head, and he already knows you don't mind based on the way you're dripping onto the granite, "Please, Rafe."

He smirks and then grunts as he enters you, breathing out a sigh of relief that you two are finally home.

By the time you and Rafe even make it to your bedroom, he has to carry you because your legs can't physically function anymore. Rafe's proud of his work, but pretended to pout when he finished you off on the couch and you told him you needed a break.

He lays you down on your new, freshly made bed, moving the pillows out of your way and tucking you underneath the duvet. He climbs in beside you and molds you into his body almost instantly, inhaling your shampoo scent and perfume, thinking about how perfect this moment truly is.

"I can't believe it," he whispers.

"I know."

"Our home."

"Yes, it is."

You two lay there for a while, staring out at the tens of boxes that have each of your names written on them, just begging to be unpacked. You're sure Rafe's boxes will still be sitting there in two weeks, as he had packed a separate duffle bag of his 'essential' belongings.

"You know," he starts after a while, a devious smirk finding it's way to his cheeks, "The next big step is having a mini you. Or a mini me. But, I'd rather have a mini you."

"We just moved into our college apartment and you're talking about impregnating me," you laugh, as if to ask him if he's serious.

"She'll be so cute," he goes on, "A little girl that looks just like you. And she'd have your smarts, thank God, because she'd be screwed with mine. But she'd have my humor, of course."

"Of course?" you tease him.

"And then we'll have a boy."

"Wow, Rafe Cameron, you really just have this all figured out," you move your head up to look at him, noting the small, cheesy smile plastered across his face.

"I do, baby. He'll be a hellion, though. Never listening, always running away, but a total momma's boy. Never wants you to leave his side-"

"So, just like his dad, then?" you grin, watching Rafe clench his jaw and shake his head.

"Break's over," he grunts, rolling you on your back and climbing on top of you, "We're trying, now."

"No, we're not," you say forcefully.

Rafe rolls his eyes, "I'm joking. We'll wait until, like, junior year or something."

"Rafe."

"Fine. But the second you walk across that stage with your diploma, I'm putting a baby in you."

"Deal."

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writing-in-april · 3 years

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Helping Hands

Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: After a bad case Spencer needs help shaving after getting injured, he gets help from the least likely person to help in his life.

A/N: Day two of my 750 follower celebration is here! This was totally supposed to be a blurb and ended up being so much long lol. Thank you @imagining-in-the-margins for this idea and letting me write it! And thanks to @spencers-dria for helping me out as always! This fic wasn’t originally going to be Gender Neutral I just ended up writing it that way on accident which is cool, I want my blog to be as inclusive as possible! I’ve had someone check it over for pronoun mistakes but please let me know if you spot any! This is also my first time writing in second person for Spencer!

Warnings: 18+, Enemies to lovers, Knife kink (use of a straight razor), Dry fucking, Humiliation, ONE slight nick to the skin- there’s just a very small bit of blood

Main Masterlist Word count: 1.68k

Your friendship with Spencer was shaky at best, the truth was you two were barely able to work together without biting each other’s heads off. It’s not that you wanted to butt heads with him almost every day, but when he picked apart everything you said constantly you always felt the need to bite back.

Emily just had to put you as roommates for this case so you guys could ‘work out your issues.’ Of course the case then ended up becoming one of your longest cases all year. The tension between you and Spencer ran high throughout the entire case, the petty arguments grew in rate as the team got less and less sleep each day. The case combined with the sleeping arrangements was definitely making you feel miserable.

Unfortunately these hellish two weeks didn’t even end with a completely good outcome. We had caught the unsub, but not before one of your own had ended up injured. Spencer had been securing the perimeter around the suspect’s house when the suspect (who ended up being the unsub) attacked him. Luckily, you hadn’t been that far away from him and were able to help him apprehend the man. You may butt heads with him almost every working day, but he was still a part of your team. You would never want him to be seriously hurt or worse. His knuckles ended up getting bruised and bloodied from his unexpected scuffle with the unsub today although he insisted he was fine.

The sight you were looking at now directly contradicted his words. His fingers were shaking badly as he tried to move his straight razor along his jaw that was coated in shaving cream. When he let out a frustrated grunt when he couldn’t get the right angle you decided to try and lend a helping hand. He seemed to get even angrier when you walked into the hotel’s bathroom, this wasn’t new however, he always seemed to get more agitated when he sensed your presence.

“Let me help you.” You snapped while reaching forward to grab the razor, your movements were in stark contrast to your words, only doing that softly as to not cut the both of you.

“Why do you want to help me?” He snapped back with just as much bite in his tone and jerked his hand away so you could not reach the razor.

“Does it matter? You need help and I’m offering to help. So sit down and let me help.” The real reason that you wanted to help didn’t have to be known by Spencer, he didn’t have to know that you felt guilty. His injuries were from no fault of your own however, you could not help a little bit of guilt pool in the bottom of your stomach. You may not like him very much, but again you did not want to see him hurt.

He finally acquiesced to your request sitting down on the edge of the tub that just had enough of a ledge so he could sit rather comfortably. You reached out and gestured towards the razor letting out a little sigh of relief when he handed it to you, glad that he was finally letting you help.

The handle of the razor was simple in design with no ornaments adorning it and it was made of a dark wood, perhaps mahogany. The simple design of the handle and blade did not mean that it was inexpensive, the weight in your hand alone was a testament of how finely made it probably was. You suspected it might have been one of the only things Spencer splurged his money on.

Soaping up his cheeks again, you then straddled his thighs so you could get as close as possible to him. He squeaked a little in surprise at your sudden willingness to be close to him. In all honesty, you didn’t really want to be that close to him, but you had promised to help him, this just was the only way you could get the correct angles.

Besides the initial squeak the fell from his lips Spencer had become strangely quiet as you got to work shaving off his stubble.

His silence was then replaced by something else, the inability to sit still. Each time you started to scrap the razor against his jaw his hips shuffled under you, making it extremely difficult to get a close enough shave.

“Stop squirming.” He of course felt the need to again not listen to you and he continued to squirm underneath you. You ran your fingers through his hair then tugging on the stands to crane his neck backwards so you could get full access to the underside of his jaw. He defiantly squirmed again, causing you to falter with the razor again, this time accidentally nicking the underside of his jaw.

Instead of hissing and pulling away from you would expect; Spencer threw you for a loop when he let out a loud moan while jutting his hips up into your own. A look of mortification came over Spencer’s face at his actions, he looked like he wanted to be anywhere else, but with your body straddling him he couldn’t quite escape your grasp so easily.

You weren’t going to lie, Spencer was an attractive man, your favorite part of his looks being his fluffy locks and the scruff he left behind after shaving. You weren’t going to pass up the opportunity of having an attractive man underneath you and begging. Experimentally you reached up with your free hand to brush up against the small nick that had only let out just a little drop of blood. Pushing down slightly on it you then rolled your hips to grind against his hardening cock in his slacks. His response to your actions pleased you, his slacks becoming more strained and another moan left his lips, this one much more high pitched.

“Are you ok with this? I won’t be gentle.”

“Yes, please do whatever you want.” You were pleasantly surprised how quickly a plea fell from his lips. It was going to be so easy to ruin him.

“Tell me if you want me to stop. You may infuriate me, but I do not want to make you uncomfortable.” He nodded quickly in understanding before tentatively moving his hands to rest on your hips lightly to make sure you were ok with his touch and so that his hands didn’t suffer from any unnecessary pain.

You were right, it was extremely easy to ruin him. It only took a few short minutes of grinding your hips into his own before you could tell he was getting a little close to his release.

“Is this all it takes for you to get off? That’s a little pathetic.” The humiliating words only made Spencer’s moans louder though at this point they had devolved into high pitched pitiful whimpers. You were glad he was keen on the idea of some light humiliation and decided to continue with some more harsh words, “I haven’t even gotten a chance to use it anywhere near any more exciting places yet. You’re so needy, Spencer.” The evil smirk that made its way onto your face at the thought of getting to use the razor in more, exhilarating places, made Spencer visibly gulp hard.

You shifted a little forward which brought more pleasure to you, enough to push you to teeter on the edge. As you felt your release begin to wash over you surged forward to mark up Spencer’s neck with a hickey to go along with the other slight mark you had left. The rocking of your hips sped up as you worked yourself through your blissful release. Spencer may have been one of the most infuriating people you knew, but you couldn’t deny that even with a few swirls of your hips together he gave you a stronger orgasm then most men ever had. After a few gasps of your breath into his neck after your release you began to focus on his own. You could just leave him hanging and force him to take a cold shower to alleviate the straining in his pants, though you couldn’t deny how good he had been for you.

“Beg me. Beg me to let you finish.” Carding your fingers through his hair once more you yanked hard so you could get to catch a glimpse of his gorgeous neck again. You brought the razor up to rest at the underside of his jaw close to the previous cut you had accidentally given him.

“Please!” Even though his begging was only one word, you were satisfied with how desperate he sounded for you. You had completely ruined him without even taking off a single article of clothing.

“Cum for me Spencer.” As soon as the words of permission fell from your lips, his hips started to meet yours with more vigor. His groans came impossibly louder as he neared his finish, so you surged forward to capture his lips with your own for the first time. Immediately you slipped your tongue into the cavern of his mouth, swallowing all of the noises that tried to escape. He rocked his hips forward once, twice, three times before feeling the front of his slacks dampen with his own release.

When you had both calmed down and slightly processed what you had both indulged in you separated from him to help clean up the nick on his jaw and to grab him a pair of sweatpants to change into. You returned to help him finish shaving making sure to leave the little bit of scruff you liked. As you finished he moved to rub slight circles into your hip, you didn’t let him do it for very long until you made sure that it wasn’t hurting his hands too much. You were both extremely content with your current position. Maybe he wasn’t as infuriating as you once thought. In any case you had enjoyed lending him your helping hands, maybe you could help him again if he was willing.

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secret-rendezvous1d · 3 years

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Ummm you HAVE to write the blurb of them fucking against the desk

I brought this upon myself, haha-

Read the first part here.

Thrilling.

A word that she never thought she would use when speaking about Spencer. It wasn’t that she was speaking ill of him or belittling him for living a life that was, by a margin, different to the rest of the team... it was simply because she never expected him to be as adventurous or as outgoing as he was being with her in that moment.

She was no stranger to sex; feeling the body of a man between her legs wasn’t a common occurrence in her life, and she didn’t actively go looking for a bloke to shag and send on his way to be forgotten about, but she couldn’t complain when she had a sex life to brag about... even if it wasn’t at a prime, right then and there. Her sex life was like an open book, she’d call it that herself, because she never had any limits to how and when and where it began. Car sex was on her list, sex in a plane bathroom was something she was willing to try out, sex at a time when it should have been forbidden was something she thought about a lot of the time. Maybe she was having a drought... maybe she was feeling a type of way... maybe it was newfound feelings that she probably should have thought about before she hopped up on the desk for him... whatever it was, she was glad that dry-spell was coming to an end.

YN just assumed that Spencer wasn’t necessarily the type to bring the moment to something so intimate, expecting nothing but vanilla sex and a quick orgasm, so she felt pleasantly surprised to see this side of him. A side that not everyone had the privilege of knowing but a side she wished he showed more of... the arrogant side, the side that wanted to be in constant control, the side that made him so much more dominant than was necessary but happened to be the a side that made him hotter. More attractive. Sexier, to say the least.

Their friendship could be put on hold because this was a long time coming.

“You’re so tight for me,” he grunts into her shoulder, his hot breath slipping into the cotton of her black blouse and heating up her already flushed skin, “so tight and warm.”

Her fingers found the ringlets of his hair, tugging roughly on the sensitive hairs that grew from the nape of his neck, tightening her fist and her grip with each and every thrust of his cock that he pushed into her. His balls slapping against the bare skin of her bum. A leg hooked around his waist and a heel digging into the base of his back, knickers and the denim of her jeans hanging from around her ankle, as she kept her other foot upon the ground to keep her stable. The desk rocking back and forth beneath her that matched the movements of his hips, the rattle of her pens barely being heard beneath their pants and their moans and groans, the squeak of the legs going missed and if it broke under their weight... then, well, it broke and there wasn’t much they could do about it.

“Fuck- Spencer,” she draws out his name in an elongated moan and rolls her head back on the ball of her neck, allowing his face to bury itself deep into the crook of her collarbone. Her head rolling to the left which allowed her cheek to press against the soft hairs sprouting from the top of his head, “harder.”

“Harder,” he whispers to himself to remind him not to get too carried away with what he wanted from her. He needed her and he didn’t want to be clouded by the narcism that could take over if he got too ignorant with his own needs and desires, “deeper.”

She didn’t think he could go any deeper and she could feel him where no other bloke had ever reached before, filling her up whole and making her feel full and satisfied yet not completely satisfied because she craved more from him. She needed more, she needed to feel him, she wanted to keep him where he laid because it was nothing like she’d felt before with anyone.

“Fuck, I-” he croaks, his voice dribbling out to nothing and his mouth moves to what he wants to say but his voice just doesn’t cooperate, his forehead falling to her shoulder as he slows his thrusts and focuses on filling her whole, till she begs for him to stop, “tell me you love this. Tell me I’m better than anyone else you’ve had. Tell me I fuck you good.”

“So much better,” she pants, removing a fist from his hair so she could trail her palm down between their bodies, snaking her arm around his waist and pushing her fingers into the flesh of his bum. A bum that would be bare for anyone and everyone to see if they were to walk in on them. “So good, Spence. So big, so thick, fill me up so good. Better than anyone-”

She gasps when he gives her one particular rough thrust, his cock touching her somewhere she longed and craved to be touched, and she gulps thickly. Her head rolls back again, his head lifting from her shoulder so he could revel in the state of her, his stomach tingling with the excitement.

“So good, Spence. Better than anyone ever. You feel so good.”

She says it with a gravel tone, her voice scratchy and sore and he can tell she’s almost finished, her eyes dropping and matching the volume of her voice. And, truth be told, so was he. His balls ached for a release and, even though he did not want it to come to an end, he wanted to fill her up so she leaked his orgasm in a place that left a constant reminder for her to never forget.

Her desk.

The one that she sat at every morning to drink her cup of coffee and perched upon every night before she left to go home. The one that she spent more time at as she completed paperwork and case review. The one with the drawer that had small fidget toys to use as everyone waited for a case to come through. And, now, it was one that held a memory she couldn’t forget... a memory that would bring back thoughts and feelings that would make her long for him... a memory that he wouldn’t forget when he glanced over at her to sneak a look in.

“Gon’a cum,” he murmurs lowly, “let me fuck that baby into you.”

And just at the statement, she’s clenching rhythmically around the girth of him as he twitches and lets his thrusts become sloppy and spurts out the white strings of his orgasm into her. Letting their juices mix around him. His thighs tensing and shaking as he struggles to keep his position stable as her leg went rigid and tightened, bringing him closer to her so she could really enjoy every last moment of their time together, losing her footing with the foot that stayed upon the floor.

“So-”

“Wow-”

He laughs as she giggles, neither of them finishing their sentences, and she looks around the empty bullpen from over Spencer’s shoulder. Lights still on and shining brightly from above them, the hallway still empty and leaving no trace of anyone else,

“That was incredible,” she tells him as he steps back from between her legs and brings his boxer shorts and his black trousers back up to sit around his waist, his belt undone and hanging by his hips. She situates herself before she stands up on wobbly legs, the floor feeling different as she tried to balance her clouded vision with the throb between her thighs, pulling her jeans back up and zipping up the flies beneath her button, “I didn’t know you had that in you.”

“I’m not as soft as you think I am.”

“Is that so?” She queries and he cocks an eyebrow and smirks at her, “I might have to try and find out some more about you, Reid.”

“And, I’m okay with that.” xx

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urmomsmainbitch · 3 years

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midnight love

based on midnight love by girl in red

requested: yes / no

pairing: eleven hopper x reader

warnings: cheating, very angsty, maybe internalized homophobia bc eleven won't accept it to herself??, omg this hurt to write

word count: 0.8k

a/n: i'm counting this as a full fic even though it's not even a thousand words. i feel like it's too long to be a blurb, but too short to be a fic, if that makes any sense?? anyways, hope you enjoy, and realize that there's no way that eleven is completely straight.

“Mike’s not here now,” El explained, her voice slurred and giggly, nearly whispering into the phone. “He won’t find out, Y/N/N, I promise, just come over really quickly.” She flopped down on her bed, and you heard her breathing change as she flipped over on her back, fixing her pillow behind her head. Jesus, the girl could almost see her smile from the other side of the line. “He hasn’t found out for six months now, lovey, he won’t find out now. Just come and watch a movie and hold me. I just need you right now.”

Why did she need to make this so hard?

Six months now, Jesus Christ. This has been going on for six months now. Practicing kissing, ways to hold each other, calling each other ‘baby’ and ‘lovey’ and baking cupcakes once Hopper had fallen asleep and Mike had long left. Six long painful months filled with late night bike rides and early morning picnics, running through fields hand in hand, and falling asleep on her shoulder during movie nights.

Six months of her spring fresh laundry detergent clinging to your pants and sweatshirts and hair ties; six months of blushing and smiling while covering up large bruises on necks before holding each other and adding more to the collection with smiles and giggles; six months of running around in secret behind Mike Wheeler’s back with his gorgeous girlfriend who treated her like a queen.

“I’m not sure, El.”

“Why not?” Her voice sounded like a kicked puppy, thick with dejectedness. Of course she wouldn’t understand what it was like to genuinely love someone and watch them snuggle up to someone else during movie nights, and kiss, and hold out in the daylight in front of everybody. To not have to worry about being hurt or made fun of, or God forbid disowned because of wanting to love someone the way you know how. It wasn’t her fault, she didn’t understand.

But it seemed as if it were her fault, in a way. Almost. Not something that was incredibly noticeable at a first glance, but rather something that might take a few days, or a few weeks, or even a few months to realize and to understand. A willingful ignorance surrounded her like a cloud.

Perhaps it was Mike’s subtle comments about the couples on television and on Elton John, or the way that she noticed how Will would always seem to tuck himself away whenever she and Mike always seemed to be around. Maybe she knew that the other girl loved her, so deeply, so purely, and so damn unconditionally, and just decided to go with the option that was easier.

Eleven might have thought that it was easier for her to keep her love in the dark -- unbeknownst to the rest of the party. Eleven might have thought that it was easier to live her life with Mike, kiss him sometimes, spend the rest of his life with him while keeping close to her best friend.

Who knows, maybe this girl was the love of her life, not Mike, but maybe she just needed to kiss her and say goodbye. But she couldn’t do that. She couldn’t sit there alone with Mike Wheeler for the rest of her life, rotting, and never being able to hold her again.

Eleven pulled the covers over her body, pressing the phone to her head as she turned the lights off. She exhaled slowly, keeping nice and quiet while she waited for the girl to respond. “Hey, are you still there? Mike’s not going to find out, lovely. Hop is out until later tonight with Will’s mom, and he won’t care.” Wearing her sweatshirt and her pants, and the gorgeous gifted blanket pulled to her ears. “Hey?”

“I can’t do this anymore, Ellie,” the girl spilled out at once, and Eleven could hear the tears leaking from her eyes. “I can’t keep being your second choice, lovey, I just can’t sit here. I’m sorry, but it’s him or it’s me, and I know that it’s going to be him, El, I just know--” She cut herself off, taking a shaking breath.

Eleven’s heart cracked. She knew that this wasn’t meant to last, but some small part -- some tiny little part of her that didn’t want to care about what other people thought, who wanted to shout out, “I love her!” and “I don’t want to live my life with someone other than you because you’re everything to me!” wanted this to last forever.

It was a dream of hers, to be able to live out her days with someone other than Mike Fucking Wheeler who walked her home every night and gave her different sweatshirts and held her and kissed her better when she cried.

She just wished that she didn’t have to wake up so soon.

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kstewdeux · 3 years

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For a span of a minute that felt like an eternity, the entire world focused in on one singular point. A small painting. It’s edges well worn. Finer details faded and lost due to the passage of time but otherwise, in shockingly good condition.

But for all it’s antiquity, there was no mistaking the young woman who had been depicted. Whoever wrote the small exhibition label had simply labeled it:

Unidentified Artist, Japanese

Late Tokugawa Shogunate, Edo Period, 1853-1867

Young Woman

Painting on Parchment

H. Nakamura Trust, 88.251

According to the small blurb beneath the exhibition label, this tiny piece of parchment, clearly kept over the past century with meticulous care, had - at some point - apparently been studied by scholars to prove it was genuine. A fact that had been in dispute because the style diverged so greatly from art styles of the period but Kagome knew what the artist had been trying to do.

A photograph. He’d tried to mimic a photograph. Not perfect by any means but as close as someone in that time period could get. Which was shocking given (a) she had no idea he could draw and (b) that he would’ve taken the time to draw her.

Jaw trembling, Kagome had to remind herself to breathe. A task made more difficult as her friends joined her and began commenting on how the girl in the drawing resembled her.

Of course it did. It was her.

Her blurry vision flicked to the date and what registered felt like something cold was crushing her heart. If this ‘unidentified artist’ was him, Inuyasha had survived their quest and lived hundreds of years clearly hoping to see her again. At some point, he must have realized he simply wasn’t going to make it and…

Exhaling shakily, Kagome swallowed and decided it would be easier to simply leave. She was getting worked up over nothing. It was entirely possible that all of this was a coincidence. That she was reading too much into it. After all, Inuyasha wasn’t an artist by any means and most certainly would not have spent hundreds of years thinking about her. They were friends. Just friends. Unless something changed, which seemed unlikely, he had no interest in being with her that way. Besides, surely there were other women who looked like her throughout history. Everyone had a doppelgänger, right? Hers just happened to be some random woman in 19th century Japan.

It was just a painting of her doppelgänger.

Hopefully. Hopefully that’s all that it was.

“I have to go,” Kagome mumbled hoarsely as she took a step back and tore her eyes away from the painting, “I need to go.”

“Are you feeling okay?” Yuka asked worriedly, “Do…”

Unable to hear anything over the ringing in her ears, Kagome’s eyes wavered as they flicked back to the blurb that, upon closer inspection, described the other sketches and accompanying notes that detailed the artist’s ‘love’ for the young woman depicted. Various photographs of said notes had been attached slightly below said blurb and one of them had her shaking her head in mild horror.

‘I will not know your name next time we meet…’

“I need to go,” Kagome repeated breathlessly before turning on her heel and damn near running for the entrance. After that, she wouldn’t’ve been able to tell you how long or far or even which direction she ran from the mental image of an elderly Inuyasha writing out those notes he had to believe she’d never read. It might not even be him. Couldn’t be him. He didn’t draw. Couldn’t say something poetic much less write it. It had to be a coincidence. Just a coincidence but the image continued playing in her mind until she was blinded by tears. He died alone. Even…even if she did end up with him, she would’ve been dead by the time he wrote that. Long before he even picked up that brush. It…it…

It was all becoming too painful to even imagine.

Coming to an abrupt halt, Kagome clutched at her chest and used the side of a cement building for support. Inuyasha died over a hundred years ago and while that made sense, the realization that all her friends had died sometime in the past five hundred years hit her with all the force of a Mack truck.

Whimpering softly, her legs gave out and she slid down to the cold sidewalk. It was a coincidence. Just a coincidence. The probability of it all…

Well it just wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be him. It just…

“There you are,” came a hoarse, relieved whisper from far too close before two strong arms scooped her up and pulled her off the ground, “What happened? I’ve been looking everywhere.”

“Inuyasha?” Kagome mumbled stupidly before she whined and pressed her face into the corner of his neck - a gesture which had him stopping and doing something strange. His face turned slightly and buried his nose into her hair.

“What happened? I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what happened,” he chided anxiously as he gave her a light squeeze, “You hurt?”

Opening her eyes, Kagome glanced around the dimly lit streets and realized how late it was. No wonder he’d come after her.

“M’fine. Got lost is all,” she lied lamely and she felt him inhale deeply then sigh.

“Bullshit. What happened?” he asked again before adding in a clear attempt to get her to smile, “I don’t mind killing people ya know. If someone hurt you, I’ll make them pay, ya know, if you want.”

“Nothing happened. Just got lost on my way home,” she mumbled and with a somewhat exasperated grunt, Inuyasha continued walking again.

“You’re a terrible liar and an idiot,” Inuyasha opined firmly - adjusting his hold on her and shaking his head, “You could’ve gotten hurt out here by yourself, stupid. Anything could’ve happened.”

“I was…”

“Sometimes I swear you’re trying to get yourself killed,” he continued chiding as some of his anger began bubbling to the surface, “What would’ve happened if I didn’t come looking, huh?”

“I said I’m sorry,” she protested weakly - her nose subtly nuzzling the flesh at the base of his neck, “I…”

“Sorry isn’t good enough. You need to do better,” Inuyasha snapped angrily before pausing mid-stride and sighing, “I swore to protect you but you make it so…so hard sometimes. And you don’t even care. You just…just go around getting kidnapped or disappearing and…and getting hurt when I’m not looking.”

It was strange but hearing his voice berate her and feeling his irritated breaths actually improved her mood considerably.

“I waited. Like an idiot I waited for you to come back from that school thing of yours instead of coming to get you like normal but…but then the sun went down and…” Inuyasha continued to huffed and grunt while his arms held her slightly tighter, “I can’t be there all the time dammit. I can’t. I’d like to be but…but I just can’t so…so you just have to fucking do better.”

Lifting her head slightly at this strange command, Kagome studied his face for a moment before leaning forward and absently placing a kiss on his tense neck. Inuyasha went stock still and then rigid but she couldn’t find it in her to care.

“I’m sorry I scared you. I’ll do better,” she promised tiredly as she pressed another lazy kiss on his shoulder. At least in this moment, he was alive and loved. Right now, he wasn’t alone drawing paintings and writing notes to someone who was either dead or hadn’t been born yet. And while true that the ‘unidentified artist’ was probably anyone else, that mental image of it being him continued to haunt her.

Taking a deep breath, Kagome stubbornly told herself that the ‘unidentified artist’ couldn’t be him. It simply wasn’t possible. For so many reasons.

“You kissed me,” Inuyasha finally blurted and mercifully distracted from her inner turmoil, Kagome hummed in the affirmative. A second passed then two and he forced out a strangled, “W-why?”

“I wanted to,” Kagome offered tiredly as she focused on the feel of him and the knowledge that, as of this moment, he was very much alive. And yes, now that she was a little calmer, it was fairly obvious that the ‘unidentified artist’ wasn’t Inuyasha. He didn’t think of her in that way. Never had. Never would. They were friends. Best friends. But he loved someone else and had made it very clear he wasn’t interested in her that way.

As Kagome continued talking herself down, Inuyasha remained motionless for a long time before he finally began walking back towards the shrine. Slowly. Every so often he’d pause and take a few short breaths like he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

“Why did you want to?” he finally asked hesitantly as he turned a corner, “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Because you’re you,” she mumbled as her consciousness began ebbing. With a soft sigh, she relaxed more fully against his warm chest and offered up an additional explanation, “It made me happy.”

This response clearly bothered him judging by the increased tension in his muscles.

“Why did kissing me make you happy?” he pressed after another long moment of silence.

“Dunno. Why do you think it…” Kagome trailed off into a yawn and Inuyasha let out a small groan.

“I don’t know. That’s why I was asking,” Inuyasha interrupted with a huff of frustration, “You always make things hard. For no reason.”

Instead of getting angry, Kagome simply cooed and snuggled into him which seemed to both bother and calm him.

“You’re so stupid,” he continued to grumble as he adjusted his hold, “Ask a simple question and you just…act like you.”

“How else am I supposed to act?” Kagome hummed with mild amusement and Inuyasha grunted.

“Whatever. You need to sleep,” he changed the subject miserably as he finally made it to the shrine and began climbing the steps, “But don’t think I’m gunna take it easy on you. I’m serious. You can’t do shit like that again. You could’ve gotten…”

“Will you stay here tonight?” Kagome interrupted tiredly and Inuyasha once again stopped mid-step. His hands flexed against the flesh they were gripping as he licked his lips and averted his eyes.

“Only if you tell me why you really kissed me,” he repeated his earlier question - before continuing with an unease tinged with hope which surprised her, “I think I deserve some answers after the stupid stunt you just pulled and if you’re trying…if you did that to just…just distract me, it won’t work. Won’t change nothing. You still gotta be less stupid.”

“I did it because I wanted to,” Kagome repeated before gasping when he suddenly set her down and glared.

“Well what if I didn’t want you to?” Inuyasha huffed - something strangely hurt behind his expressive amber eyes, “You’ve never tried to mess with me before. Never. And…and do you have any idea how scared I was when you didn’t come home? I searched for you, Kagome. From the…the 6 to the 9. Do you know how hard it is to track scents here? To listen for you? It’s a literal miracle that I…”

“I said I’m sorry,” Kagome insisted and Inuyasha looked even more hurt. Breathing heavily, he visibly tried to control whatever reaction was brewing under the surface but unfortunately, his confusion and hurt bubbled over.

“I DON’T WANT AN APOLOGY!” Inuyasha bellowed - his hurt escalating into full blown anger with such speed it nearly gave her whiplash, “YOU COULD’VE DIED. YOU COULD’VE BEEN HURT! AND I’M NOT SO DESPERATE THAT A STUPID KISS IS GUNNA MAKE ME FORGET THAT! WHY DID YOU KISS ME?!”

“I kissed you because I wanted to kiss you!” Kagome snapped and Inuyasha looked a hair away from strangling her.

“THAT’S NOT AN ANSWER! YOU’RE JUST TRYING TO COVER YOUR ASS AND…” Inuyasha began to rail against her once more and it was at that point Kagome’s mind officially hit It’s breaking point. He wanted answers, huh? He wanted to know why she ran and why she kissed him and why she was so upset?!

“FINE! KNOW WHY I DID THAT?! BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!” Kagome screamed bitterly and Inuyasha froze like a deer in the headlights, “I KISSED YOU BECAUSE I LOVE YOU! THERE! HAPPY?!”

When Inuyasha continued gaping at her with a shell-shocked expression, the full ramifications of what she’d just admitted hit her like a ton of bricks.

“Forget it,” she breathed miserably as she turned and unsteadily began climbing the stairs with her arms curled tightly around her stomach, “I’m sorry, okay? I won’t do…any of that again. Just forget what I said.”

“Wait. Wait,” Inuyasha’s strangely panicked voice called out - a single clawed hand gripping her shoulder to force her to stop, “I don’t think I heard that right. W-why did you…”

“Let me go Inuyasha,” Kagome hissed but the hand didn’t release her.

“C-can I tell you w-what I heard?” he asked with a mixture of fear and desperation, “A-and I could be wrong but I just…”

“You hear everything Inuyasha,” Kagome huffed acidly as she pushed away his hand with all her might, “You heard what I said…”

Even as she climbed the stairs, she could hear his harsh rapid breaths which honestly had her moving a little faster. Everything was ruined now. All because of some stupid little painting that she’d just…

“You…you said you…you loved me,” he repeated barely above a whisper, “Right?”

Closing her eyes, Kagome let out a long sigh before squaring her shoulders and deciding to face her mistake head on.

“I do love you but I don’t…” she began as she turned to face him before being cut off when a pair of lips captured her own. Two strong arms snaked around her waist for but a moment before his calloused hands suddenly cupped her face in an effort to force her to respond.

When she finally did and when he finally pulled back, his slightly euphoric expression faded into mild horror and panic.

“Y-you said you l-loved me back, r-right?” he asked worriedly as he released and took an involuntary step back, “That’s…that’s what you said. Two, no, three times. You said that…”

“That I loved you…back,” Kagome repeated slowly and Inuyasha gave a jerky nod in response.

“That’s what you said,” he insisted miserably - his amber eyes flicking in the direction of the well, “So…and I mean, you did start the…the kissing so I…and you were an idiot. Scared me half to…”

“Know what? That is what I said,” Kagome hummed in a resigned fashion as she reached out and gestured for him to take her hand, “Come on. Let’s go inside. It’s late.”

Swallowing thickly, Inuyasha eyed the beckoning hand with weary apprehension before accepting the gesture and allowing her to lead him into the house. And up the stairs. And into her bedroom. And then onto her bed. A bed upon which he found himself awkwardly waiting while Kagome proceeded to change and get ready for the night.

“Where are you gunna sleep…” he began nervously when it finally dawned on him that she seemed to be intending for him to sleep on the bed. That’s where she led him and where she told him to stay after all. Which was strange but it had been a strange night. Maybe she was trying to make him feel better. Do him a favor?

“In the bed,” Kagome hummed as she ran a brush through her hair and gave him a warm smile. A smile that faded when he stood up and began nervously glancing around with a marked blush.

“Inuyasha, where are you going?”

“You’re gunna sleep on the bed,” he muttered as he prepared to sleep in his normal position on the floor, “And you…well I was gunna…”

“If you want, you can sleep in the bed with me…”

Amber eyes widened as a single impulsive ‘oh’ left his lips but instead of sitting back down on the bed, he remained standing and staring at her with that same shell-shocked expression.

“Is that…okay?” Kagome asked nervously.

Seeming to come back to himself, Inuyasha nodded fervently and quickly sat down atop the mattress.

“Y-yeah thats…that’s…yeah. Yeah. We can do that…”

That night was the first of many nights he spent cuddled up against the woman of his dreams. Letting the warmth of her body span the length of his own as he relished in the knowledge that somehow this woman loved him. How, when or even why didn’t matter. She loved him back and that first night, as he held her small frame against him, he very nearly cried in relief. Honestly, before that night, he had already decided he was going to let her go rather than say anything. There was no way she’d ever love him back, he’d reasoned. No one would ever want to be with a half-breed, right? He’d never been so happy to be wrong.

Weeks went by after that and the funny thing was, when Kagome absently mentioned the painting from the museum to her friends over lunch, none of them had the faintest clue what she was talking about. All they remembered was her leaving in a rush. While Kagome chalked this up to the art not being memorable to anyone else, the truth was that no one else would ever remember this art because it simply never existed.

The second she’d admitted her feelings - emotions he fully reciprocated but had suppressed - all those drawings and notes faded from the annuals of time because that painting- which had been loaned to the museum by a well meaning unrelated widow who thought the unique artwork would make for an interesting exhibit - turned out to be a butterfly which was inadvertently crushed. As the years rolled on, Inuyasha never needed to paint something to bring him comfort in the midst of crushing regret and loneliness.

Why would he?

Thanks to a merciful series of events, he woke up to his favorite smiling face every day for the rest of his life.

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darthkruge · 3 years

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Poe Dameron x Reader ~ Take Mine

Summary || On your first mission as Commander of Blue Squadron, you take Poe’s X-wing. Unfortunately, it doesn’t go as planned.

Warnings || Some injuries and a bit of blood? I didn’t go super in detail, though

Words || 2.2k

A/N || This is my first time writing for Poe and I’m so scared and I tried to be accurate and if it’s not I apologize but if I spent another minute staring at this draft I will scream. Special thanks to @poestardust and @buckysbeloved because y’all were both super fucking supportive and without that this might not have been posted! I am now officially adding Poe to the people I write for and while my requests for full fics are closed, I am more than willing to do little blurbs/hc’s or hear any and all of y’alls soft/angsty thoughts for that wonderful Flyboy. My status of requests gives more insight into all of this :)

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You groaned, shaking your head as you racked your brain for a way to get out of this. Your X-wing was supposed to be fixed a week ago, a solid few days before your mission was set to start. But, alas, Red Squadron had a bit of a rough mission coming off Hoth and needed repairs more rapidly than you, so your starfighter was put on the low priority list.

Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem. You could be patient. Normally. But you had just been promoted to Commander of Blue Squadron and your first mission left in two standard hours.

You walked through the door of your room, trying to find a solution but continuing to come up empty.

“Sweetheart?” Your head perked up at Poe’s voice, the concern clear in his words.

“What happened, why aren’t you with the rest of the Squadron getting ready?”

“My starfighter isn’t ready.” You said, trying to make sense of the words as they came out.

Poe blinked. “Still?”

“Yeah, the other repairs are taking longer than usual and it’s not ready and it won’t be ready and I have to lead my team on a supply drop and try to not get everyone killed and I don’t even have my kriffing X-wing!” Your voice shook, the lack of control making you anxious as you paced back and forth through your quarters.

Poe’s hands found their way to your shoulders, steadying you. “Look at me, okay? Breathe for a second,” Poe gave you a slight smile as you nodded, closing your eyes as you took a deep breath. “Yeah, just like that. It’s gonna be just fine, we’ll figure it out!”

Now, the panic creeped back into your expression. “How?!”

Poe thought for a second, mentally grasping at straws before his eyes widened in realization. “Take mine!”

“What?!”

“Take my X-wing! It’s all ready to go and Black Squadron isn’t set to go on our next mission for another two weeks! You’ll be back well before then, it’ll work out just fine!”

“But- I can’t just take your X-wing, Poe!”

“Yes you can! Come on, I don’t really see what other options you have! Just take it, please? It’ll bring you good luck.”

You sighed, realizing he was right. “Okay, okay, fine!”

Poe smiled, leaning in to peck you on the lips. “Now, go! You don’t want to be late, do you, Commander?”

“Oh, no, definitely not, Commander! That would set a horrible example for my team!” You quipped back before leaning in once more. “I love you.” You whispered.

“I love you too.” He smiled back. “Seriously!” He said with a laugh, “Go!”

“Going!” You called over your shoulder as you ran to the hanger.

A week and two days later, that conversation was the only thing on your mind. You were desperately steering your- no, Poe’s- X-wing away from the fleet of First Order ships flying straight for your Squadron. Somehow, they’d learned of your plans for the supply drop and decided to swing by. How thoughtful of them.

“Okay, everyone. Just hang tight, shoot if you’ve got a clear shot but no one’s trying to be a hero, alright? First priority is getting home safe.” You said through the open channel.

You smiled as you heard your team voice their approval, ending their messages with a “Commander” here and there. Right now, all you were doing was hoping you were deserving enough of that title to get everyone back in one piece.

Looking to make sure everyone was in line, you felt your heart drop as you counted the starfighters. Everyone was there, minus one. Where was Snap? Craning your neck, you swore as you saw him caught on the right side, boxed in by two First Order TIE fighters.

You quickly opened a private communication channel. “Tallie?”

“Yes, Commander L/N?”

“Make sure everyone stays ahead of the TIE fighters, okay? Keep moving forward.”

“Y/N what are you talking about?”

You sighed, consciously working to keep your voice even and calm. “Snap’s stuck and I’m not leaving him. I’ll be fine, just a little bit behind you. Just… get them home.”

“But-”

“Please.”

You felt guilty for being short with her, but you had to do it. If you didn’t, she’d know how kriffing terrified you were.

After waiting a moment, she sighed. “Okay. Be safe, Commander.”

“Same to you.” You replied, shutting off the channel. You forced the tears back in your eyes and refused to let your thoughts dwell any more on your Squadron or that beautiful, dark haired pilot you knew was waiting for you.

You turned Poe’s X-wing and sent a prayer to the Maker as you made a bee-line for one of the two TIE fighters and fired, shooting one directly. You laughed, almost giddy at how spot-on the hit was.

“Commander?” Snap’s voice filtered through the communication system.

“Hang on, I’ve almost got it.” You bit your lip in concentration as you aimed for the second fighter. But right as you pressed fire, so did they. Your eyes widened as you quickly swerved. Luckily, the blast didn’t hit the front of the starfighter, or else you’d be good as dead right now. Unluckily, you gasped in horror as your ship began plummeting, realizing they had hit your engine.

You turned your head back, praying that this wasn’t in vain. You let out a breath, realizing Snap was now free and the other TIE was demolished, thanks to your aim. If you’re going to go down, at least you brought two First Order fighters with you.

As your X-wing came closer and closer to the ground, you screwed your eyes shut. Against your will, you remembered that at least your last conversation with him had been a good one. Your heart broke, realizing he’d probably find a way to blame himself for this, forever. That you’d never get married, never have the chance to settle down after the war ends. That you’d never again feel his lips against yours, never again experience the warmth of his arms or the comfort of his embrace. How could life work like this, how could it simply-

Your thoughts were cut off as your starfighter crashed to the ground, leaving you in darkness.

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“What do you mean, their starfighter went down?!”

Leia sighed, subtly but firmly gesturing for everyone else to clear the briefing room. “Blue Squadron’s supply run didn’t go as planned. There were first order TIE fighters waiting for them. I’m not sure of the specifics, just that Commander L/N’s X-wing’s communication systems went out. Snap said Y/N went down saving him and when he rushed back to their crashed X-wing, they were breathing, but unconscious and bleeding.”

Her eyes softened as she saw Poe’s heartbroken expression. “I’m sorry, Poe. I know you must be feeling helpless right now. But there is no reason to assume the worst, at least not yet.”

Poe swallowed hard, the tears making his throat heavy. “I’m-” His voice broke, the pain evident. “I’m gonna go wait at the hangar bay. They’ll make it home.”

Leia just nodded, not having the heart to tell him to try to prepare himself for the worst.

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When you woke up, you were in Snap’s X-wing, leaning against the wall in the small space. You groaned when you moved your hand to your head. Yup, you were definitely bleeding.

“Where are we?” You croaked out.

Snap’s head shot over to you. “Oh thank the Maker, you’re awake! We’re almost back at the base. Just sit still, okay?”

You nodded, already feeling a bit groggy.

“Y/N?!”

You gave an annoyed hum in response.

“Come on, Y/N, don’t fall asleep. Hold on a little longer.”

You nodded, fighting against every instinct you had to stay conscious.

“Kriff, okay. Talk to me, okay?”

“About what?” Your mouth felt like sandpaper and your head was heavy. Even as you leaned it against the wall, you felt dizzy, like you’d tip over at any second.

“Dameron. Tell me about Dameron, okay?”

Your lips unconsciously curled into a soft smile. And then your eyes shot open as you tried to physically shake the dizziness from your body. “The X-wing!”

“What?!”

“My, no, his X-wing! Poe’s, his- he’s gonna be so upset, kriff!”

“What are you going on about?”

“Poe, he let me use his X-wing and it kriffing crashed and-” You trailed off, running a hand through your hair and wincing as the movement aggravated your injured head.

“Y/N, calm down, okay? He’ll be fine, he’s not gonna care.”

You nodded, eyes filling with guilty tears as Snap finally pulled up to the Resistance Base. Home. As the X-wing opened, Snap helped haul you up as Poe sprinted over to you.

“Y/N!” He called, hands coming to hold either side of your face. He quickly put one of your arms around his shoulders as his wound around your waist, holding your weight against him.

“I’m sorry, I’m so-” You hiccupped, tears leaking from your eyes.

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s alright. Let’s just get you back to our room, yeah?”

You shook your head, placing a hand on his chest to stop him. He looked into your eyes and his concern compounded, no idea why you were so distraught.

“I crashed your X-wing.” You said, head hung in shame.

Poe was now just as confused as he was concerned. “I… I know, sweetheart. But you’re safe now, I’ve got you. Just a little more walking and then I can clean you up.”

“No! I, you don’t understand! Poe, it’s not just scratched up, it’s ruined. We had to leave it, it’s gone and it’s my fault and I’m so, so sorry.”

He just shook his head, still shocked that you thought he was upset about that. “Y/N, I know. But I’m not worried about that, I’m worried about you. Now would you please let me get you back to our room?”

You nodded but he didn’t miss how the guilt refused to leave your gaze. When you finally got inside, he led you over to the bed and got you to sit down.

“I’m fine, seriously.”

Poe quirked his eyebrow. “You’re bleeding from the head.”

He walked quickly into the refresher, coming back with the medkit you’ve used on him millions of times before. As he worked on disinfecting the cut on your head, you bunched your fingers in the bedsheets, distracting yourself from the pain of the gash. Noticing, he muttered a quick apology, taking a break to stroke his thumb across your cheekbone. Finally, he finished stitching the cut and gently placed a bandage over the area, smoothing out the edges.

When he looked up, he saw you lost in your own mind. “Come on, baby, talk to me.”

“You just… you loved that ship and you trusted me with it and you’d had it for so long and I can’t believe I wrecked it.”

Poe sighed, wishing there was something he could do to convince you that everything was alright.

“Sweetheart, it’s a kriffing X-wing. Why are you so worked up about it?” His voice was soft and free of judgment.

“I just feel like I let you down.”

“Hey,” He said, taking your hands in his. “You did nothing of the sort. I promise, I’m not upset, okay? I’m just glad you made it home to me.”

You looked up at him. “I’ll always come home to you.”

You scooted over and gestured to the bed, a silent invitation. Poe smiled at you and took a second to take off his boots and jacket before climbing in beside you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, careful not to hit your head while doing so. You leaned into him, your face resting comfortably in the crook of his neck as you breathed in his scent. He pulled back for a second, just to grab the covers and move them so they were all around you and up to your chin, just as you liked.

Under the blankets, you moved your hand so it was resting on his heart. You liked doing so, feeling the steady beating of it after a long mission. Poe was used to it by now and simply placed one of his hands atop yours, his thumb rubbing up and down.

“And you know it’s not your fault, right?” He said, breaking the silence

“Poe, I was literally the one that crashed it.” You reasoned, lifting your head up to look at him.

“They shot you down as you took out two TIE fighters! No one could have gotten out of that.”

“But you had so many memories attached to that X-wing-”

“-And we’ll make new ones.” He finished.

You sighed and nodded, a slow smile creeping onto your face that let Poe know that you at least somewhat believed his words. Inwardly, he cheered, quite proud of himself for getting through to you. Outwardly, he just tucked you further into his embrace and relished in the feeling of you safe, home, and in his arms.

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pomegranates-and-blood · 3 years

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Πολεμέω (Vοσταλγία Winter Blurb)

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Πολεμέω (pólemos): to make war, be at war, fight, quarrel (Ancient Greek)

Pairing: Ivar/Reader

Summary: Winter Blurb #2. The first big fight of the winter.

Word Count: 1591 (yeahhh, you should have seen this coming, I can’t write short pieces to save my life)

Warnings: Screaming matches, Nostalgia style. Angst. Also, as a warning: Ivar. And what the hell, as a warning as well: the Reader, she’s a handful too. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

A/N: This takes place around 2-3 weeks after Chapter 43, fyi.

A lil explanation to this: she went to the scouts Ivar had sent around 37 to keep an eye on the Greeks, with questions about how her people were doing, without telling Ivar. To sum it up: CLICK HERE

You pace in the room, twirling your wedding ring on your finger restlessly.

“I can’t believe you’d think I-…” You start as you move, feeling too alike a caged beast in a cage, but Ivar is quick to interrupt you.

“Stop doing that, it’s maddening.” He barks from his place sitting a feet away, and when you lift your gaze to him you find his pale eyes already set on you, the calculating gaze of a predator. You narrow your own, before lifting an eyebrow, a dare, a challenge.

He sighs, licking his lips, and adverts his gaze to the side.

You start pacing again, and continue,

“Of all the irrational thoughts that might run through your head, to think tha-…”

“Ah, but it isn’t irrational, is it?”

Though you turn to him with half a mind to tell him to stop interrupting you, his words make you stop, wide, disbelieving eyes set on him.

“What on earth are you talking about?”

Ivar’s lip curls into a snarl, cold anger but something else, something that makes that anger all the greater there too.

Voice low, accusing, he leans forward and says, “It isn’t irrational, because you hid it from me. You didn’t tell me.”

Slowly, you tell him, “I didn’t think I had to tell my husband of my every move.”

There’s a familiarity that comes after enough time spent together, after enough scars shown to one another, and though it is usually comforting, right now it proves to be infuriating.

Because Ivar knows exactly what you’re doing. He knows you’re trying to push the conversation where you want it to, and he knows how to play against that.

Regaining a bit of calm with the wrong move you’ve made, he points out, “That isn’t what this is about.”

“It is, because wanting to know how the Greeks fare doesn’t mean what you think it does.”

“No, you knew what you were doing!” He yells, startling you into silence. You should have known calm would never last long. “You knew what you were doing when you went behind my back to ‘know how they fared’! If there is nothing more to it, why did you hide, hm?”

Your eyes narrow, and you hate so much the way your voice hardens and grows cold, but it is so familiar as well.

“I don’t hide.”

Your husband, ever the conqueror, ever the warlord, retorts with nothing but ruthlessness against the defenses of any, and when you grow cold he only grows angrier.

“Then why did you?” He accuses. You feel anger burning you from the inside, and Ivar continues, “I warned you not to turn your back to me.”

“We both know if you truly believed I had, we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” And because you do not like the idea of him warning you of anything, you offer a threat of your own, “Just as if I had truly intended to turn my back to you. We wouldn’t be here either.

That is a move that worked on your favor, and though he refuses to admit it, you know you are right.

Cautiously, as who moves an army through uncharted land, you try,

“I just wanted to know how winter was treating them, I d-…”

Ivar is quick to interrupt you, making your blood boil.

“Then why not ask me, hm?”

“Because I knew you’d assume it meant the worst!”

“So you hid it from me instead!?”

You drag your hands over your face as you start walking back and forth in your spot, “I was trying to av-…”

His fist hits the wall behind him, “Stop that damn pacing!”

Your hands tighten into fists, and instead of saying something you will regret, you give him one last look before you leave the room, the sound of your bedroom door slamming shut echoing in your head for a while.

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You battle with yourself for too long on what you will say when you go back. If you are honest with yourself, you know what it is you have to say, what you want to say. It is what you are willing to say, willing to admit, that eats away at you.

It feels too much like retreat, like defeat, to admit you did something wrong, though…you know it isn’t. Rationally, you know that.

Doesn’t mean you feel like a beast in a cage and find yourself pacing in your spot the moment you consider going back and voicing your regret.

You don’t know where along the road to this place you became like this, and maybe that is enough for you to understand you always were.

But you do go back after enough cold breaths taken under the pale skies of Kattegat. You go back, and tell yourself you will give voice to words that feel like ash on your tongue.

You find Ivar lying on his side on the edge of your bed when you return, and though piercing blue eyes lift to follow your movements as you enter the bedroom, he doesn’t say anything.

Though he is the one laying down and you the one standing up, you haven’t felt as cornered as you do now. And though it is his body the one curled as he lays on his side almost making him smaller, and you stand with the compulsory straightened back and carefully placed hands, you feel like the one disarmed.

“I am sorry,” You admit quietly, maybe a tad bluntly, twirling your wedding ring on your finger. “I-…It was wrong of me not to tell you, not to ask you instead of the scouts, about m-…about the Greeks.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Will you believe me if I tell you that it was foolishness?” You ask, cautious steps taking you to the bed where he lays sideways, on his side by the end of it.

“No.”

You sit down on the small sit by the edge of the bed, almost by Ivar’s head, though he stays laying down, and leaves you to hate how much of his expression is hidden from you that way.

“No answer I can give you will satisfy you unless you trust me, Ivar.”

“You cannot trust me,” He accuses. “Not the other way around.”

You frown, affronted, “I trust you.”

“Was going behind my back to keep an eye on the Greeks an act of trust, hm?”

Your defense is feeble, it is it wasn’t an act of distrust. And because a part of you still thinks of all this as war, you decide not to raise a defense line that he can so easily push back against.

“Do you think I could love you if I didn’t trust you?

Your words don’t have the effect you intended, though.

For all the control he always insists on exerting over his own body, you think the way he tenses at your promise is far from his control. The line of tension that takes over his back and shoulders, that almost stalls his breathing, has nothing to do with control.

You remember a night that feels happened a lifetime ago, where your heart was stuttering its beats away from your control, and put words in your lips before you were ready to even think of why they were there in the first place. You remember asking him, you don’t believe I could love you?

You remember an answer that as time passed stayed with you, and that the more you knew of him the more that answer revealed. You remember the way defeat accompanied the shrug of his shoulders, before he bitterly pointed out, who could?

“Ivar?” You press, because…he has to know. Right? After everything, he cannot doubt it. He refuses to look at you, and says nothing. Heart thrashing in your chest, you reach with your hand to grasp at his wrist, pointedly hooking a finger between the leather strip of your pendant and his skin. Quietly, maybe more desperately than you intended, you promise, “I love you, and I wouldn’t love you the way I do if I didn’t trust you. You are…you will always be my choice.”

“I cannot fight for it.” He tells you. You have no idea what he is on about.

Still, his words grunted past gritted teeth are contradicted by the way he moves his hand to grasp at your own. You readily accept the trade of your hold on the pendant made promise for the hold of his hand, though.

“Fight for what?”

“Any of it. If I fight for your trust, or your-…for any of it, you…fight back.”

“You needn’t fight for any of it. Or for me.” You point out, but Ivar shakes his head.

“I have to. If I can’t fight for it, then…what? I just accept losing?

It has happened a lot, in the time you have known him, that you have realized truly how different the ways you two see the world are, and how different the lives you’ve led have been.

Now, it is one of those times. To think he sees love and trust as things that he must fight for, that he must wage war and go to battle for, is tearing at your heart more than any biting words could.

At your silence, Ivar talks again, and though he talks to you his voice is so quiet you could believe he doesn’t mean to.

“Whether I fight or I don’t, when it comes to you, I lose.”

“Not everything is a battle, love.”

“To you.”

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Thank you for reading! Surprisingly, I’m on Ivar’s side on this one. What about you?

About that ending thingy, I wanna explore that more in other works as well as this one, but Ivar thinking he must fight for everything is an interesting thing for me. There’s hints at it in other chapters, namely 35, for example, with this: “’But I have made amends, I have paid for it.’ ‘Have you? Because if one thinks about it, you have gotten exactly what you wanted.’ ‘But I’ve fought for it, I’ve earned it.’“; and both Chapter 8 and Chapter 31 where he talks about having to fight, or nothing coming easy for him. Which, once again, Freydis and Ivar have a lot in common, because to me that difference between the Reader and Ivar is very similar to that between her and Freydis (Chapter 34, and their conversation about how ‘you don’t know what it is like, being alone’). Idk, wanted to talk about that for a bit lol.

This is continued on Στέργηθρον (I posted it right after this one btw) but it can be read as a standalone, I think lol

Hope you liked this!

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di-kut · 3 years

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Would you maybe write a alternate body swap blurb where when din suggests cutting the long hair, the mechainic agrees and lets him cut it short? because they would do anything to make him feel comfortable?

Hi there anon baby!!

Sorry this took me a while to answer. Work and life and birthdays and such have kept me away from writing.

It would be my pleasure. This was actually lovely to write, and a nice break from the BOHEMOTH Boba Fett I am writing atm. I hope I got the part you’re talking about right.

This takes place during Chapter Eight of Baar Bal Runi. I hope you like it 💗

You chuckle at his struggle. He gives you a look of dry frustration. “It would be much more practical short,” he says.

He tugs at it without much purpose, and you see the comment is said with as much meaning. Just another fact in his mind, not even really a suggestion. And you look at the neat stack of his clothing at the end of his bed, and the orderly way he had packed his bag. The way he had folded his bed sheets back at the corner. Like a soldier. Is a soldier, you remind yourself. Or he had been. Wonder, briefly, if he has ever had hair much longer than you know it has grown on you now, soft and fluffy and drying and brushing the tops of your ears.

You open your mouth. Close it again. Open it once more. Din is too distracted by trying to arrange your hair away from his face and his neck, and you think it much irritate him there often from the way he rubs at the back of his neck. You think you should suggest he could braid it, to keep it out of his way, and quickly realise that of course he doesn’t braid it. That he has been tucking it into the collar of your shirt every day since the swap because he hadn’t known how else to deal with it. That his own short hair and the helmets of his people would make it impossible for him to know how to braid it. But he has not complained. He has not demanded change from you, or asked for you help. And although you know it is part from his stubbornness, you know as well that it is from consideration. That he does not wish to hurt you by asking change of you. Convinced, the more you think of it, that despite this being the first time he has ever mentioned it, that Din Djarin has thought many times of cutting your hair.

You wonder if you will miss it. If you can ever change back.

It does not seem to matter.

“Why don’t we cut it?” You ask. Din stops, and looks over at you with a wide, open face. Full of surprise. “If it’ll make it easier for you.”

“Gotaborika,” he says.

“Why not?”

“Cut your hair?” He repeats to you. And when you nod he just continues to stare at you. He opens his mouth and closes it again. His hand lifts to grab at your hair. Seems to without much thought. “Are - Are you sure?”

You shrug. “It’ll grow.”

He starts to speak and cuts himself off. Shakes his head. And even hours ago, when you had fought so fiercely with him, you have never seen him struggle to know what to think of something. Not as he struggles now. You had expected him to jump at the opportunity. To be grateful to be rid of it. But he wraps his hand through your hair now and tightly, like it means more to him than you had thought.

“Din,” you call gently. You smile at him when he meets your eyes. Small and slow. “I don’t mind. It’s just hair.”

“It’s your hair.”

You laugh. “It’s on your head. And it will make things easier for you. It might make you feel more...” You try to find the words you mean, and come up short. Can only find, “More at home.”

He stares at you.

“I want you to be happy, Din.”

He stares at you more. And then finally he manages to speak. “I would never ask you to change.”

You feel the pulse of warmth in your chest at his words. At how heartfelt they are. Feel the heat lift to your neck and face and fill you to your toes as well. And your smile turns to something wobbling and aching, and you have to look away.

“I don’t want you to change.” He says.

You have to take a deep breath. And steady yourself. Find your voice again to speak. “This change I can do.”

You look to him again, and find his eyes on yours. As intense as they always are. And filled, full, of something so strong it makes your hands shake. And you realise that you would do anything to see Din Djarin smile. The realization is so profound and so gentle that you cannot believe yourself. Cannot believe the strength of your own feelings. That you had not placed them until now. Din is still looking at you as if you have given him something he cannot comprehend. Something fragile and breakable. And you know that for now, for tonight, giving him this is enough. So you give a light laugh, and know that maybe one day soon you can tell him everything else which fills your head and your heart.

“I think I’d look good with short hair, anyway.” You tilt your head and pretend to consider. “Don’t you?”

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