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lovings4turn · 3 months

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[ 🐈‍⬛ ] slide out the window -send me a prompt + a character / driver , and i'll write a mini fic based off of it

i could go for the obvious but i think jess mariano deserves more love. so jess + he finds the poems you write about him.

jess does in fact deserve all of the love ever you're so real lari !! thanks sm for sending this in n im so sorry for how long it took to get this out-

"you know, this would be a lot easier if you cleaned your room more often."

"that is so rich coming from you!"

playful bickering had filled the room for the better part of five minutes as you practically ransacked your room in pursuit of jess' missing jacket. it was here somewhere, but where, you had no idea.

it was almost frustrating. your room wasn't even that big, and unless jess had gone out of his way to hide it, there was no reason the search should have turned into an all out scavenger hunt.

"this is worse than that time kirk lost all of those eggs," you groaned, pushing yourself to stand after searching underneath your bed.

"so dramatic," jess quipped, though his search in your wardrobe also proved futile.

"what did you even do with the thing?" you questioned, unable to hold back your laughter as even the most odd places were found empty.

"i hadn't seen you in four days, i'm sorry that my priority was-" jess cut himself off, dark brows furrowed as he scanned something on your desk.

"what are these?"

after a moment, jess held up his hand, a few loose sheets of paper clasped between his fingers and confusion written across his face. you, too, were confused for a moment before you realised.

"oh, uh," you scrambled for words, feeling your cheeks heat up as you realised exactly what he'd found. "they're nothing."

smart.

"nothing?" jess repeated, clearly amused. "well, 'nothing' looks an awful lot like some poetry. pretty good poetry, by the way. you write these?"

there was no point trying to deny it. not when he was looking at you with a slightly crooked smile and a soft gaze reserved only for your company.

"i guess, yeah." you shrugged, still embarrassed. "they're nothing special, scribbles, really."

"no? they seem awfully romantic," he teased, though there was something else behind his words. "are they... y'know. are they about me?"

you could have laughed at his question, the answer being so obvious, but the moment between you both seemed so vulnerable, a bubble that could easily be popped by even one wrong word.

"of course they are."

with great care, jess placed the sheets back down onto your desk and made his way over to you. warm hands found your own, lifted until they were held between yours and jess' frames. he gave you another gentle smile before his lips were on yours.

each movement of his mouth was poetry in its own way, conveying every small thought and feeling jess wished to tell you. every sigh was a confession, the trace of his tongue against your lips his pen upon paper.

the search for jess' jacket could wait. jess had found something far more precious.

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foli-vora · 4 months

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congrats on 3k!! Not sure if you're still doing this, but can I request something smutty with agent whiskey with the prompt "can we go home yet?"

Thank you for the request, my sweet! I'm so sorry for the time it took to get around to it, but I hope you enjoy! ❤️

errands

jack daniels x f!reader

word count: 1.7k warnings: i love him sm, sweet husband jack will give you everything, jack being a sexy menace, semi public/parking lot activities, swearing, SMUT 18+ ONLY: what's a domesticity kink called? idk, whatever it is we've got that. fingering, orgasm denial, can't not use this gif lmao

The familiar churning of warmth in the pit of your stomach has followed you relentlessly throughout the day, despite you leaving your shared bed much later than socially acceptable after a long morning lost in Jack’s hold. There’s a gentle ache between your thighs from his dedicated efforts, the feeling never once letting your mind wander from the way he unravelled every part of your body and soul over and over.

And this? This wasn’t helping.

The confidence he oozed striding through the hardware store, knowing exactly what he wanted and where he would get it. The way he would ramble about the house renovation plans; what rooms could be what, where he could build you a little reading nook with a window overlooking the endless rolling green fields, or what materials he would need to make some floor to ceiling built in bookcases for your shared collection of books…

His excitement at dedicating his variety of skills into bringing your dream home to life is palpable, bringing forth such a fond tenderness to your chest that it makes you swear you couldn’t possibly love this man anymore if you tried. It rolls from him in waves now, as he wanders with his full cart of various renovation necessities and voicing his thoughts on what particular paint colours would match your shared vision.

It’s just all so sweet, so domestic.

It’s driving you wild.

Lips wrapping around the straw of your soda cup, you study the broad planes of his back, covered by his ever present leather jacket that thankfully stops just above the soft swell of his ass—bless that man for knowing how to pick his jeans. If it weren’t for the sweet elderly couple flicking through colour swatches at the end of the aisle, you simply would’ve crowded him into the shelves just for a much needed taste of his mouth, and maybe a quick feel—

“You listenin’ to me back there?”

“Not really,” you admit honestly, tongue rolling across your lower lip as he gives you a playful frown of disapproval from over his shoulder. That familiar heat rises and swells in your core, and you shift impatiently on your feet. “Can we go home yet?”

He chuckles, reaching out to pluck a paintbrush from the shelf and feeling the synthetic fibres between his fingers. “You gettin’ bored, darlin’? Is that why you’ve been poutin’ the last two aisles?”

“I haven’t been pouting.”

“Mhm,” he rumbles deeply, lips tugged up into a small smile of amusement as he continues his perusal of the variety of painting accessories. Eventually he lands on the ones he finds somewhat satisfactory, and tosses them into the cart before beckoning you closer with an open hand reached out behind him.

You take it and press up into his side easily, sighing softly at the heavy arm that wraps around your shoulders and the lips that press gently against your temple. The heat from his body seeps into yours while a wash of his familiar cologne assaults your nostrils, and it takes every bit of strength to not tilt your head and catch his lips in a searing kiss that would go scaring away any and everyone within range.

God, he just smells so damn good.

“Okay, so I may have been pouting—but it’s all your fault.”

He chuckles, the deep throaty timbre of it twisting pleasantly in your core, and what really kills you is that he has no idea the actual effect he has on you. Everything about him either sends you into a sweet and dizzying lovesick spiral, or hurtling straight into the fiery depths of hell with the thoughts that turn in your mind.

“Is that right? How so, sugar?”

You sigh, turning in his hold and raking a finger down his chest, winding around the buttons of his shirt as it goes. “All I can think about is fucking you right in the middle of this aisle, Jack.”

He blinks in surprise, taken off guard and rendered slightly bewildered by your admittance. “Come again?”

“Yes—I’m planning on it actually, again and again.”

A grin quickly tugs at his lips and his eyes flicker to the passersby going about their days as he tugs you closer, his thick drawl oozing into your ears, “You’re gonna get us thrown out if you keep that talk up, sugar.”

“Good, then we could go home and waste the afternoon away.”

He sighs, trying to appear vexed by your apparent disinterest in your errands, but the smile still tugging insistently at his lips gives him away. You see the playful sparkle in his eyes, the desperate want to give you everything you need and more, and you know you’ve got him right where you want him.

“Come on, Jack,” you coo, dragging him in for another kiss with just a taste of everything you’re feeling that leaves him chasing your lips when you eventually pull away, “let’s go home. Let me have you.”

“You’ll be the end of me, you know that?” He grumbles quietly before shaking his head, winding a hand down to grab teasingly at your ass cheek and giving it a firm tap that sends a rocket of heat hurtling straight to your core. “Fine. Registers—now. And no dawdlin’, go on now.”

It takes an agonisingly long time to pay, and you’re sure he does it on purpose. Jack lingers, happily chatting away to the older man serving you, and he has to know how impatient it’s making you because you swear you spy a smirk lingering at the edge of his lips as you start to shift from foot to foot.

You pounce as soon as he slides into the driver's seat, curling a hand around his neck and bringing his mouth greedily to yours. He responds quickly, unable to pull away from the lure of your kiss, lips parting and tongue meeting yours in a tangle of need. You groan into the heat of his mouth, relishing in the burn of his moustache as the kiss deepens. It does nothing to douse the fire wreaking havoc on your body, and you shift restlessly in your seat, thighs rubbing as you search for something to aid in your distress.

He chuckles, the force of his kiss moving you back into your seat as he crowds into you over the middle console, a hot hand splaying on the skin of your thigh to calm your agitation.

The words rumble against your lips softly, “You want it right here, sugar?”

Public indecency be damned—you need something. It’s not like you’re close to the store where people mill about, with Jack always preferring to park a ways away so there’s minimal risk of someone scratching the sleek and shiny paint of the Bronco. There’s no one around, it’s just you two… just you two, in your own little piece of bliss.

You pant softly into his mouth while nodding, fire growing up and along your spine as his rough fingers start to push up beneath the hem of your sundress. You’re already squirming from the familiar feel of them, system wired tightly in keen anticipation to feel them brush against you.

“You’re a greedy little thing today,” he murmurs, fingers coaxing your thighs to widen as they begin to dip their way beneath the waistband of your underwear.

A groan reverberates from his chest when he gently glides them along your slit to feel the heavy build up of arousal, taking a painfully long moment to simply feel you, before zoning in on your clit with the lightest of pressures. He circles softly over it, darkened eyes bouncing over your features as you relish in the hazy roll of pleasure taking over your body.

He ducks to press a series of open mouthed kisses to the side of your throat, teeth teasingly nipping at the sensitive skin and tongue soothing the brief pinch of pain away before the curve of his nose traces the shell of your ear. His honeyed drawl brings a shiver across your skin, and it really should be fucking illegal with the things it makes you feel.

“You been walkin’ around like this all morning, honey? You poor thing.”

Finally—God, finally—he allows his fingers to dip down and tease at your entrance, swirling two thick digits shamelessly through your arousal before sliding and curling them deep against the walls of your cunt. He’s quick to swallow the broken sounds that fall from your throat, his lips quirking up into a self satisfied smirk against yours as your hips squirm needily against the pressure of his hand.

“Go on, sugar. Take what you need, I’ve got you.”

You begin a somewhat messy rock of your hips, unashamedly beginning to fuck yourself on his fingers and ensuring to keep the calloused heel of his hand pressed up hard against your swollen clit. It provides the friction you need, you crave, with every back and forth roll against the rough surface of it causing the overwhelming heat in your core to build.

It’s just what you need. It’s just—it’s perfect. The feel of his thick digits dragging against your hot, slick walls; the relentless pressure against your clit; the perfect harmony of both working in tandem to bring a wash of electricity across your nerves, to bring you closer to that blissful edge you feel coming with every tense second—

“G-god, Jack—”

“I know, baby. I know.”

And… fuck. It’s right there, you’re right there—

—only for it to be just out of reach.

The feeling heightens, lingers, and then horrifically melts away into a throbbing ache as Jack retracts his fingers completely, the thick digits glistening from your flood of arousal in the sunlight filled cab.

He ignores your agonised cry of denial from the sudden loss and emptiness, and sucks them into his mouth, before reaching and turning the keys in the ignition, the truck rumbling to life loudly beneath you while you’re left trembling against the leather, thighs spread and cunt weeping.

“That’s what you get for bein’ impatient,” he drawls, a wicked shine to those warm honey eyes. “Now you sit pretty for the ride home, and I may be nicer when I get that sweet ass of yours inside.”

#foli's 3k #jack daniels x reader #agent whiskey x reader #jack daniels x f!reader #agent whiskey x f!reader #jack daniels x you #agent whiskey x you #pedro pascal x reader

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lancermylove · 4 months

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MC is a What!? (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: DB with gn!Reader

Warning: None

Requested by: @smut-simp

Prompt: Guess What? I'm back. Ok, so i love mythical creatures (and you). But i wanted to ask for MC who is like a secret god/goddess. Lemme give you a description. MC had a terrible, no-good, very bad day. And they were in their room crying, so now they have a headache and its even worse bc the horns are hidden and straining against their head. so MC lets them out along with the wings bc their back hurts from being curled up for so many hours in a corner.) NOTE: Sorry if this is a long ask, i'm just so freaking eager. *Cries in simp* Also, i have like 3 more suggestions that i'm still thinking about, soooooo yeah I Love You SM <3 Hope You Have The Best Day Ever! :)

A/N: Soooo this was supposed to be a quick ask, and it turned into an HC. 😋 Awww thank you! 💖 I love mythical creatures too! I added the description you gave for the god/goddess appearance in the prologue. :3 Thank you! I hope you have a great day and HNY! I hope 2024 is the BESTEST year ever for you. 🤗

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Prologue:

This was your worst day in Devildom, and your breakdown was taking a toll on your mental health as well as your physical form. Not the form you showed others, but your true form - that of a god/goddess. You never told anyone this secret as you feared being seen as a fish out of water in Devildom.

When others looked at you, they saw a 'normal' human, but what exactly did you see when you looked at yourself in the mirror? Four large white wings with golden outlines; slightly glowing eyes the color of gold; two golden horns that curved from just above your ears and stood six inches above your head; a shiny white and gold striped halo balancing atop the horns; a third eye on your forehead with massive, long eyelashes that was white and glowed; a huge deep gold tattoo on your stomach in the shape of a person sitting crisscrossed, using magic, and the three realms.

You were able to hide all of this from the others, but the bad day had drawn tears to your eyes. In turn, you had a headache, which kept getting worse due to the strain of the horns on your head. However, the amount of magic it was taking you to hide your form took the highest toll on you. For a while, you stared at your tears that were made of gold (literally). Was it worth it to continue tormenting yourself to hide your true form? Shaking your head, you shattered the magic around you, and instantly, your deity form was on display.

Unfortunately for you, he had learned you were having a bad day and entered your room. He generally knocked, but today, he assumed you would tell him to leave you alone.

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Lucifer froze. The amount of divine energy flowing from you made it difficult for him to breathe.

A while back, he had suspected that you were hiding something from them but wasn't expecting you to be a god/goddess. Regardless, Lucifer remained unfazed by your appearance and was more concerned with your sadness.

He forced himself to come closer to you, even though his body told him not to. Wordlessly, the first brother sat on the edge of your bed and gently stroked your head, avoiding touching your horns.

"It hurts. My horns hurt!"

Lucifer knew from personal experience how annoying horns could be and how heavy wings could feel at times. The Avatar of Pride didn't ask you questions, nor was in interested in learning anything about you at that moment. His energy was forced on trying to calm you down and provide you with a soothing touch.

However, one question nagged Lucifer's mind: why was a deity in Devildom? If Lucifer didn't trust you, he would have thought you were there on a mission to study the demons as the heavens were planning a war against Devildom.

His jaw dropped. Where was (y/n), and who was this creature? Why was there such a strong divine aura flowing from it? Wait, was that creature you? You were a god/goddess?

Mammon's head spun, but hearing your anguished sobs tore at his heart. He wanted to bombard you with questions but knew this was not the right time.

It took him a little struggle to get closer to you as your divinity was too dizzying for him. However, Mammon wanted nothing more than to help you calm down.

When he saw your gold tears, the Avatar of Greed's eyes widened. He had a moment of weakness where he considered taking your tears and selling them to make A LOT of dough but had to remind himself that this was neither the place nor the time to think about money. That didn't mean he wasn't planning to take your 'tears' afterward with your permission, of course.

Mammon sat by your side and held onto your hand as he gently patted your shoulders. His eyes wandered around to take in your majestic form.

Maybe you had your reasons to hide the truth from them. However, he hoped you would tell him the truth once you calmed down.

Eh? EHHHH? You were a god/goddess all along? Why didn't you tell them? He thought you were a normie human all along. If he knew you were a deity that looked like they were straight out of an anime, Levi wouldn't have given you such a hard time.

He was lost in thoughts until he heard your whimpers. His shoulders slumped. Though, he was a little uncomfortable as he didn't know how to make you feel better. Regardless, Levi still pushed past the invisible barrier around you that attempted to push him away.

Levi hesitated to touch you because he didn't know if your light would have a negative effect on him. After a while of thinking, he sighed and gently stroked your cheeks. That was when he saw your gold tears. Talk about your tears being priceless.

Since he didn't know what to say, Levi stayed silent, gently stroking your cheek, head, and arm and even taking a chance at caressing your wings. They were even softer than Lucifer's wings in the Celestial Realm.

Unlike some of his brothers, Levi didn't consider you would be there to spy on them or have any ill-intention toward them. You were still (y/n) to him - a friend, crush, and sweet normie, not a force of divinity.

Satan wondered if he was in the presence of a god/goddess and took a moment to analyze your aura. Once he confirmed, the Avatar of Wrath felt breathless. He knew being around your divine form for a prolonged period would have a negative effect on him. However, he couldn't bring himself to walk away and leave you in tears.

The Avatar of Wrath took a deep breath and forced himself to get closer to you. His eyes scanned each and every detail on your body, but he was most fascinated with the tattoos of the three realms. Why would a deity have a tattoo of all three realms? Did you have a special power, or were you an overseer of all three realms? Someone who transgressed ordinary gods/goddesses.

He had to force himself to swallow his curiosity as your well-being and happiness came before. So, Satan made a mental note of all his questions and sat down beside you. His touch was gentle but still hesitant.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Those were the only words he said. If you chose to tell him, Satan paid close attention to your words; if you chose to remain silent, he didn't force you to say anything.

Once you were in a better state of mind, Satan planned to get answers to his questions and hoped you would tell him the entire truth.

As someone who admired beauty above all, Asmo was speechless. He never thought he would see a being more beautiful than him, but you proved him wrong.

Asmo was so enamored by your appearance that, for a while, he zoned out and didn't hear your sobs or see your tears. His only focus was on taking in every inch of your beautiful appearance. He only snapped out when you let out a small cry of pain.

At first, he didn't want to come closer, knowing his dark aura would not mix well with your light one, but he couldn't bear to see you in pain.

Little by little, he eventually came closer to you and tried to talk to you. Asmo wanted to know why you were in pain and crying, among many other things. The Avatar of Lust knew he couldn't stay in your presence for long without being affected, so he tried his best to learn the reason for your sadness and find a solution.

Seeing your appearance brought back memories of the Celestial Realm, which made him realize something. How had he not heard about a being like you before? Had Michael and, maybe, Lucifer known of your existence and hid it from others, or did they not know about you?

Beel was surprised by your appearance, but unlike his brothers, he didn't think about who you were or why you hid your appearance or divine aura.

His focus was only on your tears. Why were you crying, and what could he do to make you feel better? Beel tanked his way closer to you without worrying about the effects of your divinity on his body or mind.

"What's wrong, (y/n)? Did someone do something to hurt you?" He patiently waited for your answer. His eyes wandered to your wings, and had you not been sad, Beel would have smiled slightly. Your wings slightly reminded him of Lilith and her wish to have beautiful wings. He couldn't help but think that if she was alive, she would have loved this form of yours.

Once you gathered enough strength to tell Beel you were having a bad day, he tried his best to help you by talking to you, giving you hugs, and sharing his food. If you tell him someone caused that sadness, Beel will 'take care' of the person for you right in front of you so that you can smile. Whatever it takes, he will do.

Belphie had to force himself to stay grounded as his first instinct was to run out of your room. Compared to his brothers, your aura had a crushing effect on him. He wanted to walk away, but seeing the way you looked at him, tugged at his heart.

The Avatar of Sloth wondered just how much magic you had to be able to constantly conceal your presence from everyone. He understood you were a god/goddess, but even deities have limits. Belphie slowly got closer to you but didn't dare to touch you. Once you concealed your divinity, he planned to make it up to you by hugging you and not letting go.

"What's wrong, (y/n)?" It was evident he was concerned about you.

"Bad day...my wings...and horns feel...heavy..."

He could completely understand your problem, as his horns were the heaviest out of his brothers. At times, he purposely avoided his demon form just so he didn't have to deal with the burdens of the heavy horns.

Knowing he couldn't help you much, Belphie considered calling Solomon over to try to alleviate your pain. But would the sorcerer be able to help? Moreover, would he attempt to use you for his own benefit or to help humanity?

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angels-fantasy · 16 days

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Congratulations on your followers milestone! Can I ask for the prompt "first fight" with Dabi?

Scars and All

Dabi/Touya x Reader

Details/Warnings: lowkey toxic relationship, arguing, kinda angsty LMAO i'm sorry i cant help but make dabi angsty. hurt/comfort i think, angst to fluff? dabi is trying, okay? also dabi is called touya in this fic!

Word Count: 957

hello thank you sm for your ask and the congratulations :) i hope you like this, i really like dabi bc 1) hes hot lol and 2) hes such a well written character. also i'm going to start writing in all lowercase bc its what im used to and upper case drives me crazy!!

loneliness was something that consumed you constantly. it was a scary feeling sometimes, especially because of the things it could drive someone to do.

you wished you didn't feel like this, but you couldn't help it.

before getting into a relationship with touya, you knew of the lifestyle he lived and how much of his time it took up. at first you thought you could handle it, but over time you soon realized that wasn't true. hours of him being gone quickly turned into days, sometimes even weeks and it was driving you crazy. you really wanted to try and continue to sit compliantly and let him do what he wished to do, but you were at your wits end.

sometimes you wondered why you even continued to put up with him, especially when you knew deep down that he'd probably choose to continue committing villainous acts over your relationship.

but you knew the answer to that-it was because you loved him, and sometimes love can make you do crazy things.

so now here you were; sitting on the old couch in your living room. the edges of the fabric having frayed ends and burn marks here and there from the moments touya let his temper get the best of him.

you can't remember how long you've been sitting there anxiously, waiting for your boyfriend to get home, but you felt your heart beat faster when you heard the front door being unlocked.

you wiped your sweaty palms on your pants and took a deep breath, trying to prepare yourself to confront touya, who sighed as he walked through the door and his heavy boots thudding along with each step.

he walked over to you and threw himself down on the couch, placing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him. moments like this made it hard to stay mad.

he placed a kiss on your temple, "hey. you miss me?"

you fiddled with your fingers as you leaned further into his chest, "of course i did. i'm glad you're home."

he tilted his head down to look at you, "then how come you don't sound happy, huh?" he asked, squeezing your shoulder as he did so.

you frowned, knowing he'd caught onto your bad mood already. he was way too perceptive sometimes.

"i am happy touya, i promise." you insisted, "it's just..."

"it's just what?"

you sat up from your position and faced him, but it was hard to look him in the eyes. "i just wanted to talk to you about something that's been bothering me."

he looked at you for a moment, expressionless, making you even more nervous until he said, "alright, what is it?"

you took a deep breath.

"you're never home touya, and i miss you." you frowned, "i worry about you and when you're gone for so long i get lonely. i miss spending time with you."

he groaned, "babe, do you not understand why i'm gone? or do i need to tell you, is that it?" he asked.

you regretted this now.

"no, i know why but it's just-"

"if you know why, then why do you fucking ask me?!" he yelled, making you shrink into yourself. you two had bickered over things before and there were even times when you needed space from each other, but touya had never yelled at you like this.

you could feel your eyes prick with tears and the lump in your throat grow, "touya don't yell at me!" you cried.

"i'm yelling at you so you get this through your god damn head!" he snapped, "i can't be here, sitting on my ass like you every fucking day. i have shit i need to do to make my plans happen!"

you gasped at his words. did he really think that's all you did?

"you know damn well i don't just stay at home on my ass, touya! i work too!" you said, tapping his chest with your finger as you pointed it at him.

"i buy the groceries! i make the food! i wash your blood stained clothes! i do everything i can, but you don't know because you're never here!" you yelled, taking a deep breath after so you could continue speaking.

you sighed heavily and spoke softly, your energy gone from yelling. "you're never here touya..." you sniffed, letting the tears run down your cheeks. you brought your hands up to your eyes to wipe them away, "i love you, so i miss you. i just wish you were home more so i don't have to spend my nights all alone."

touya was breathing heavily, but sitting silently as he processed your words. he was perceptive, sure, but he wasn't really good with emotions and dealing with people when they were upset.

feeling guilty, he wrapped his arms around your crying figure and hugged you tightly to his chest. he brought a hand up to your head and stroked it gently, shushing your cries. you stayed like that until your crying had become sniffles with occasional hiccups.

"i'm sorry," he said softly, "i'm sorry i'm always gone. i fucking suck at this, i don't know how to be here for you... but i'm going to do better now, for you, okay? i love you too. i don't say that enough."

you brought your hands away from your face and wrapped your arms around his waist, leaning your head against his beating heart and closing your eyes.

"as long as you try, touya. i know you're not perfect, and that's okay with me. i love you the way you are."

"scars and all?" he asked jokingly, making you giggle.

"scars and all."

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love ya!

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piichuu · 7 months

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happy 1k again, tuva <3

i’d like to request prompt number 4 w fushiguro megumi 🙈💗 can’t wait to see what u’ll write !

thank u ૮₍ ˃ ᵕ ˂ ₎ა (and mb have fun w it hehe)

♡ MEMORIES OF LIFE - FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

WARNINGS: fluff, gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 749

NOTES: thank you sm for this request saki <3333

PROMPTS: 4. “don’t cry for me”

the light of the sun breaks through the windows during this cold autumn evening, bringing the last bit of warmth before it’s time to finally accept that summer truly is over.

the warm season has brought you more than it took, one of those being fushiguro megumi who is now sitting on the couch in your living room. your head is resting on his shoulder as you have finally begged him to tell you about his life, to open up to the one person who’s gotten to his heart after years of building up a wall.

his voice is a little raspy after the amounts of hours he’s been stuck in a classroom, having to talk to a few classmates. that in itself has been enough to exhaust the dark haired boy, but that won’t stop him from finally being honest with you.

“i honestly don’t remember a lot from when i was younger, but there are a few things i remember. do you really want to hear it all?” megumi looks down at you who’s eyes are already stuck to his face, intently listening to every word he has to say after keeping quiet about his past for such a long time, even after you had been ranting about every single life change you’d been going through during your childhood.

a nod of your head is all he needs as confirmation before continuing to speak. “i remember that my mom died when i was young and that my dad left not soon after. i don’t know who he is, but i just have that strong memory of everything i felt back then. it was pretty lonely,” he sighs while leaning back against the cushion.

“after my step-sister’s parents disappeared too, we kinda just had each other. it wasn’t really difficult being without my dad, i don’t really think he ever truly cared about me. and even though i don’t remember my mom well, i still feel this strong bond to her, you know? she was my mom after all and if she hadn’t died, life would probably have been much more different, but maybe tsumiki wouldn’t have become my step-sister…”

megumi goes quiet for a few seconds, now looking down at you who’s eyes are closed while listening. one of his arms is wrapped around your middle and he pulls you slightly closer. “and then, gojo came and pretty much took us in as if we were his own children. he raised us both and helped me become a jujutsu sorcerer. he’s definitely annoying, but if it weren’t for him, i have no idea where i would have been right now. he pretty much saved both me and tsumiki and i’m really happy that he became my father figure.”

when you don’t say anything as he finally finishes his story, he leans his head against yours, hoping to get something out of you. but what he can hear is a sniffle, not words. in an instant, his eyes grow wide and he cups your face to get a better look at you who now has tears dropping down your cheeks.

“i’m sorry, i’m just happy that everything is better for you now, and i feel so sorry about that you had to go through all of that, losing both of your parents, that your dad didn’t have enough balls to stay and take care of you,” you mumble as megumi gently wipes the tears of your face with the pad of his thumb. a light chuckle escapes his throat as there is a ghost of a smile on his face.

“don’t cry for me,” he speaks while you lean into the warmth of his touch. “i’m not sad about it anymore, i have gojo, all of my friends and you now. i barely ever think about it these days, so don’t worry about me, alright?”

you nod and put your arms around his neck. megumi is a little taken aback by how you cling onto him like this, but he soon wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you onto his lap where the two of you stay for the rest of the evening, just holding onto each other while he has to continue to tell you that there is no need to feel sorry for him. that won’t stop you from doing just that though, but it is thanks to you that he finally gathered the courage to talk about it, so maybe it’s all okay.

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hoeforhao · 8 months

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hi hello so i looked through the prompts and LET ME TELL U. prompt 1 and 4 with a bratty reader and mean dom wonwoo or joshua? instant brainrot for me. also i love ur writing ehehe <3

okay this is my first one for the prompts, thank you sm for all the thirsty requests!!!😼 i initially wanted to do this with joshua but there are already three joshua requests so 😵‍💫prompt list

Being the bratty little girl you are and walking in on wonwoo playing games with his friends, when he had specially warned you several times not to ; dressed up in a tight silk skirt, straddling his lap while his friends were on a video call with him, meant landing onto his satan side - the only difference being this satan will take away all the senses in your pussy rather than your soul!!

"What did I tell you love, hmm?" wonwoo places one of his fingers under you chin harshly pushing your face up from burning holes into the floor to meey his face, his eyes which have now turned from soft kitten orbs to dark sinister ones.

You were so engrossed into the anticipation of the doom that was gonna shower on you soon, that the sudden shift of your eyes from the dark tiles to his red beads made your own ones blink in sensitivity.

"I-I'm so..sorry wonu" your last game plan to escape from his wrath was to give him those puppy eyes, but alas this time you've truly got on the last of his nerves and nothing could save you now.

"That's not the answer to my question honey" wonwoo's grip on your chin tightens, ensuring to leave his mark on there later.

Realizing that there's no running away from the fruit of your actions this time, you give in to his lordship."You t-told me not to...not to disturb you while...." you took a long pause before saying out the keyword to your answer, too long for wonwoo's liking.

"Did cat got your tongue sweetheart? Hmm? You know I don't like to wait" wonwoo drawing his nails through your tightly shut lips made a whimper escape the dark caves, making your blurt out the last word from the sudden pain.

"Gaming. You told me not to disturb you while you were gaming"

"And what did you do? The exact thing that I you from, right?" you could only nod in response while being harshly pushed to your knees onto the cold floor, your face perfectly aligning in front of his bulge.

"You do know how much I hate bratty girls, don't you love?" wonwoo's hands now shift from your shoulders to the drawstrings of his sweats, untying them in one quick swish and pushing the grey piece of clothing along with his boxers down his waist ; his painfully hard cock springing up against his stomach in the process.

No matter how many times you've see his cock, no matter how many times you've jumped on the same, blew him off, you're still taken aback everytime at the beauty of his length - pink veins running down the tip to his balls and connecting them with those on his abs, perfectly rounded mushroom head...

“This cock isn’t going to suck itself” wonwoo's sudden remark brings you out of the trance of admiring your boyfriend's perfect dick, as he firmly grabs onto a bunch of your hair, instantly pushing your mouth onto his throbbing length.

Getting what your lips have been wanting since the very time you saw him in those gray sweatpants, you waste no time in moving your mouth up and down his girth, as if the sole purpose of your cavity was to fill his cock into and give him the most tantalizing head of his life.

Your tongue decides to be all bratty again as you momentarily take his cock out of your mouth to lick the precum leaking down his tip, while you hand ghosts above his balls, giving them a tight squeeze in the way.

Wonwoo's groans grow impatient as he has finally had enough of your shenanigans and decides to not let you loose anymore. He yanks your hair back again, forcing his entire length into your mouth, and holding you in place constantly with the grip on your head, leaving only the minimum amount of space required for you to bob up and down his cock.

"F-fuck fuck fuck such a slutty mouth, taking...taking me all in into its warmth" his hold on your scrap stiffens as you are now left incompetent to speak, his tip hitting the absolute back end of your throat, making you gag for some sort of air into your lungs.

Your movements begin to slump as you feel wonwoo start twitching inside your mouth, his hand on your hair slowly relieving itself, while the veins on his cock go from strained to a relaxed state. And with that without a single warning, he shoots all his load into your cavity, some of it already making its way down your throat and the rest of it dripping down onto your lap.

"So fuckin pretty" wonwoo opens his eyes to now look at the picture he has painted in front of him - the cum stained face of his bratty girlfriend, dried out tears still pooling at the corner of her eyes while his juices leaked down her maroon lips.

"You came, but what about me wonu?" your panties were leaking wet from your own slick, pussy throbbing from the heat building up inside your stomach, wanting to be filled up by the warmth of wonwoo's cock.

“If you want to cum you have to beg, love” wonwoo's hands land on your shoulders again to pick you up from the praying position of worshipping his dick, and pushing you onto the bed, buckling up for the long night that's about to ensure now.

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once-in-a-blood-moon · 1 year

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oohh dreamy with simeon?? i love your writing sm

Simeon - Dreamy

Simeon x GN! reader

Prompt: Seeing their soulmate’s dreams or being able to communicate with them in their dreams.

AN: Awwe, thank you sm! <3 I hope you enjoy this one, Anon!

Warnings: None

“Won’t you please tell me your name?” Simeon’s voice calls out softly, almost as if he was afraid of frightening off whoever he was speaking to.

A disembodied laugh ghosts the vast, bright emptiness surrounding him. If this were real, goosebumps would’ve decorated his beautiful melanin skin.

“I wish I could. But when I’m with you… I can’t seem to recall my own name.”

It’s strange, but somehow he knows exactly what you mean. There’s a feeling of oneness. When you both meet there is no separation that lies between your consciences. Where one starts, the other ends. Melding together as one with no regard to the physical limitations.

It’s hard to remember things about himself too when he’s so immersed in your expansive presence.

“But one day, I’ll tell you. I promise on the day that we physically meet I’ll tell you everything you want to know and more.”

The sunshine fills Simeon’s room with a warm glow as he blinks away the grogginess from his eyes, moving to sit up in his bed. The sound of his sheer white curtains flapping in the soft breeze catches the attention of his not quite functioning state of mind.

He watches as the fabric flutters, casting two silhouettes to dance around his room in a perfect push and pull motion. He muses at how the shadows merge into one another- individual, but working together to create something so much greater. Like yin and yang, the sun and the moon.

It’s not unlike what he experiences in his dreams every night.

Though thinking back to the night before, his eyebrows knit in confusion. He didn’t leave the window open…

“Good morning, Simeon!”

Jumping a little, he turns to look at the smaller angel standing next to his bed.

“Ah, good morning, Luke. You startled me.”

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Simeon laughed, waving him off. “It’s alright. How long have you been here?”

“Not long. I came in earlier to see if you were awake yet. You weren’t, so I thought opening the curtains and window would help wake you up.”

Ah, that explains it.

“But I made breakfast in the meantime!” A sweet aroma fills the older angel's nose as Luke holds up a plate of thick pancakes topped with more syrup than is necessary, bananas, strawberries, and blueberries, and a little swirl of whipped cream in the center.

“Wow, Luke. This looks quite delicious.” Trying not to spill any of the contents, Simeon gently takes the plate from Luke.

“Thank you! I figured we should have a good breakfast before heading down to the Devildom. Who knows when we’ll have a decent meal next.”

“Oh, come now.” Simeon started, stabbing his fork into the pillowy cakes and scooping up a blueberry.

“I’m serious, Simeon! Demons eat weird things and I will not be taking part in it. Thank-you-very-much.” Luke punctuated.

The older angel giggled, chewing a mouth full of food.

“Give the Devildom a chance, you might just find something you like about it.” He took another bite savoring all the wonderful flavors that melded together on his tongue. Luke was getting better in the kitchen everyday.

“My compliments to the chef. This is really good, Luke.” He commented, pointing his fork to the plate for emphasis.

The smaller angel smiled, a blush dusting his cheeks. “Thanks… Well, I’ll let you eat. I have to finish packing and saying my farewells. I’ll see you later, Simeon!”

With that, he promptly turned and left, leaving Simeon alone with his thoughts and the pancakes…

It had been a week after arriving to the Devildom and night after night Simeon was plagued with dreamless sleeps. The strange aura he’d come to cherish and listen to every night without fail was no longer there to greet him. Where he used to be enveloped by comfort, he now only felt emptiness.

But Simeon had a duty to uphold as one of the Celestial realm representatives. And since today was the start of the first semester, he needed to keep his head in the game.

The morning had gone smoothly. Breakfast was simple, but good. He and Luke had a nice stroll to campus and they navigated the halls fairly well. Arriving to their first class, he noticed a few of the demon brothers congregating around the human exchange student they had yet to meet.

“Come on, Luke. Let’s go introduce ourselves.” Simeon motioned. The younger angel nodded and they both made their way over to you.

Stopping a couple steps behind the brothers so as to not interrupt the current conversation, he couldn’t help but overhear you speaking. And he couldn’t bring himself to stop from listening either.

What you were saying wasn’t important- he just needed you to keep speaking.

Your face may be unfamiliar and not one that Simeon recognizes, but your voice has spoken to him more times than he could count. It reminded him of a warm, fuzzy blanket from the dryer on a rainy day. It was the comfort he so wished to hear every night this past week. You were the infinity that he was destined too. His beginning and his end.

You noticed him staring at you between the shoulders of the brothers, so you gently pushed them aside to say hello, but Simeon beat you to it.

“Won’t you please tell me your name?” He spoke softly.

Your eyes slowly widened as the pieces clicked and Simeon rejoiced internally. You recognized him too... And you laughed.

“Of course. After all, I made you a promise.”

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yenqa · 1 year

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cheesy 500 event

pairing : niki x gn!reader

prompt : prompts 2 and 3 from list 3 under fluff - “you bought me flowers?” and “i never thought i’d feel this kind of happiness.”

warnings : too much fluff, reader has a job 😒😒, reader is called “love” like once

wc : 0.46k

a/n : lol i thought i wrote sm but then it was barely .45k words 😭😭 also thank u for requesting anon! and sorry for the wait </3

you recently had gotten your first job.

it wasn’t some extravagant job that would support you for the rest of your life, no, it was just a part-time job that you would have temporarily.

but niki sure acted like it was the first option.

when you had excitedly texted him after the interview telling him it went well, he had spammed you with words of joy, blowing up your notifications.

at your first shift, your (new) coworkers noticed the flustered smile that took shape on your face whenever you checked your phone, slightly teasing you for it.

it was bad, but you couldn’t help but check your phone anytime their was no customers waiting for you.

it had almost become a habit, until your shift ended.

you pulled the door open looking for a familiar car.

you scanned each one until you saw niki, waving happily at you.

you smile at him, waving back and heading to the car.

opening the door and sitting inside, niki pulls out from what you here a papery object, from behind your seat.

“niki, what’s that?” you ask, trying to fasten your seat belt.

you look up at him to see a beautiful set of pink tulips, with niki’s wide smile behind.

“congrats on your new job love! i got you a gift.” he hands the bouquet to you.

he giggles at your surprised face, “what? am i just the best boyfriend ever?”

you quickly snap out of your trance, “you got me flowers?” you barely get out, as you wrap your hands around the paper bouquet.

“no, this is poison, say goodbye to your new job,” he barely manages to keep a straight face as you burst into laughter at his attempt, hitting niki’s shoulder every so often.

“okay it wasn’t that funny was it?” he asks, starting the engine.

“no, it was so bad i laughed.” you lie.

niki hands you his phone letting you play some songs in your shared playlist. when he was focused on driving you always stared at him.

the bright moon shone on his face, accentuating his deep brown eyes you loved to look at. his hair looked long and soft in the lighting, the dark sky tinted his hair a slight blue color.

he drives down the freeway as comfortable silence fills the car, sometimes he would hum to the song playing.

you smile when he does, he quickly notices your smile, looking back at you, asking “what? is something wrong?” he asks, quickly turning his head back to the road.

“i don’t know,” you pause, hesitating to say what’s on your mind, “i guess, i never thought i’d feel this kind of happiness.” you continue, as the warm smile on niki’s face grows.

“you’re so cheesy,” niki squeezes out.

“cheesy for you.”

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demelza00 · 1 year

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Glass. Part 3

Tsireya x Fem!Omaticaya!Reader

Contains: some angst, some comfort finally, implied Avatar: The Way of Water spoilers

Word count: 910

Finally edited lol

Final part! Sorry this took so long, I did not think anyone would see the other two :0 (Also I'm a bit disappointed with this one, might rewrite it in the future lol). Thank you all sm for reading<3 If y'all like this story w/ Tsireya, I'm not sure if my next writing will be a similar concept with another character or a different prompt entirely with Tsireya. Any suggestions? <3

-(Name)'s POV

I cried. I screamed, and cried, and screamed more and kept doing so until my throat was raw and there were no more tears to fall. I have no idea how long we sat there, Tsireya holding me and smoothing my hair down.

I let everything out. I told her how I couldn’t see a way that I could ever fill Neteyam’s role, how I didn’t know how I could even go on without the guidance of my older brother. I told her that I was scared, maybe more scared than I ever had been, and that I was completely lost with no idea what to do next.

And Tsireya held me. She cried with me through some of it, keeping one of her hands firmly pressed against my back, grounding me. When I stopped crying, she eventually moved my head back and wiped the tears from my face.

“(Name). I see you. Your family will guide you, you will be alright. I know that you will do well,” she tells me. I try to protest, but barely get out a word before my voice cracks, tears flooding my eyes yet again.

Tsireya pulls me back into a hug. “I believe in you and I will be here for you. You are my best friend,” she says. Amazingly, through all of the grief of the day, the words ‘best friend’ manage to sting.

She must see my ears go back or something, because she yet again pulls back and looks at my face. Her big eyes look as though they are searching for an answer on my face, and she seems to find it.

“I will always be at your side,” she says.

I bite my lip to keep from sobbing again, and nod. She smiles weakly, nodding as well.

I’m not sure how much longer we sit there, now settled beside each other, leaning back against a large rock and watching the waves. It must’ve been a while, though, because the sky has started getting ever-so-slightly brighter, though the sun isn’t yet rising from the water.

When it gets bright enough that our bioluminescent spots start to dim, yet still before sunrise, Tsireya turns her head slightly, catching my attention. “We might want to get back soon,” she says quietly, still looking out at the water.

I nod my head. “Yeah, that is probably a good idea,” I agree, also quiet. It's like there is a peace that neither of us want to disturb. But when I look over at her, and see the pure, gentle beauty of her face, I find I can't stop myself.

“Tsireya..” I say quietly. She turns to look at me, and when her eyes meet mine, I almost falter. “I think I’m in love with you.”

It felt like the world had stopped. Tsireya’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp, my heart nearly stopped, and even the slight breeze stopped. Neither of us moved for what felt like hours, but then her mouth closed and she frowned slightly.

“(Name)..” She said quietly. I felt like puking. The one person I’m comfortable with, that I know I can trust! Why did I fuck it up? What the hell is wrong with me, Tsireya is the most beautiful girl in Awa’atlu, and the next in line to be Tsahik, why would I ever think-

“I’m worried that you only say that because I comforted you. If you only think you feel that way because you don’t know how else to cope with what’s happened, then..” She trailed off, trying to find more words but ultimately leaving it at that.

What..? Only because she comforted me? Is that what she thinks I meant?

“It is not because you comforted me,” I said, looking away from her as I felt my cheeks burn. “Since we became friends, I believe I have been falling in love with you. You are the kindest, gentlest, and most beautiful person I have ever met.. I have never been able to be vulnerable with people to the extent as I have with you. And seeing the way that you care for my family, showing them patience and respect.. You have stood up for my siblings and I, you have scolded your own brother for calling us freaks.. How could I not fall in love with you?”

When I finally had the courage to look at Tsireya again, her cheeks had a beautiful blush, and she looked to be surprised. When she came to reality again, I saw small tears pool in her eyes, and she smiled slightly. “Do you mean that..?” She asked quietly.

I nodded, and the next thing I knew, she had launched herself from her seat in the sand and hugged me, with so much momentum that we both ended up falling. When she leaned back, her hair falling around my head as she looked down at me, she smiled widely, showing the beautiful dimples that I had missed.

“Do you.. feel the same?” I asked hesitantly, smiling slightly as well. She laughed, nodding as she used one of her hands to wipe the small tears from the corners of her eyes. The other moved to hold her up, then she cupped my face gently. “Can I kiss you (Name)?”

I nodded, and she giggled again, leaning down and finally pressing her lips to mine. “I see you (Name).”

“I see you Tsireya.”

Hope you enjoyed <3 Should I make more Tsireya content next or do y'all wanna see some other characters?

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musical-shit-show · 4 months

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Can I request 36 and 39 from prompt list 2 with Beetlejuice? I adore your writing sm🛐 and I’m in desperate need of some angst.

no other shade of blue

Pairing: Beetlejuice x Reader

Inspiration: Prompts #36 (“stop pushing me away.”) and #39 (“don’t blame me, you know what you signed up for.”) from Prompt List 2

Warnings: alcohol consumption, cursing, angst, sexual references, beej and reader are kinda both assholes

Word Count: 1,550

Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long, anon! I know I say this a lot, but it’s been really hard for me to find creative inspiration these days. I’m going to blame the weather. But luckily now that the holidays are over, I might finally take my resolutions seriously and write more. Who knows!

Anyways, I love writing angst so I really need to do that more often. If you’d like to read more, check out my Masterlist and About Me page. And if you’d like to make a request, I have several Prompt lists for plenty of inspiration! As always, thanks everyone for the support. I really want to get better at writing this year, so that requires me to actually, ya know, write. Hopefully I stick to that! Happy 2024 and happy reading!

“So, you got a boyfriend?”

You couldn’t help but groan as you downed the shot he had so graciously bought you. He was a friend of a friend of a friend, and you were getting drunker by the second.

Your actual friends had decided on a dingy bar in the city that night, but you couldn’t help but look at the time nervously as they happily clamored around the pool table behind you. It was getting late.

“Oh, what an interesting and complicated question, Darren,” you replied, doing your absolute best not to slur your words. You exhaled, your elbows digging into the top of the bar. “Yes and no.”

Darren couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. He was cute, but definitely did not seem above taking advantage of a drunk girl with an ambiguous relationship status.

“Situationship?” he probed, pulling his beer towards his lips. You didn’t answer. “Been there. Can be fun, but…messy.”

A dry laugh escaped your lips. Messy didn’t even begin to cover it, but you didn’t have enough hours in the day to explain it to this guy. Nor did you want to.

“Yeah,” you said, toying with the shot glass, “He can be sweet but…I wouldn’t want to get on his bad side if I were you.”

“I’m tough.”

“Believe me, it’s not worth the trouble.”

“I’d like to decide that for myself, thanks,” he drawled, his eyelids heavy as he glanced towards the door. “Wanna get outta here?”

Before you knew it you were slammed up against the side of a building that made up a dimly-lit alleyway, the brick digging into your back as Darren kissed you aggressively.

Your eyes fluttered, trying to focus on the task at hand. But your attention turned the flickering streetlamp and menacing fog that seemed to be encroaching upon your impromptu hookup.

He nipped at your neck, and you couldn’t help but let out an involuntary moan. An action that you would certainly be paying for later.

“Shit,” you muttered, hearing a low growl in your ear. He was close, and you could only imagine the shitstorm he would cause if you continued to make out with this random.

You cursed the day you ever listened to Beetlejuice. He was persuasive in more ways than one, and if you didn’t act fast, things would get ugly.

“Hey,” you said as Darren came up for air, “I have to go, but, uh, I’ll call you?” He looked at you a little disappointed, but after a few moments and an awkward number exchange, you were left alone.

You looked around, making sure no other living person was in earshot. “Alright, show’s over, asshole!” you goaded, growing angrier by the second, “Come on out now.”

“You’ll call him?” an indignant voice bellowed, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Beetlejuice was nothing if not dramatic.

Ever since you summoned him—accidentally, you might add—the ghoul had been nothing but a thorn in your side. Unfortunately for you, you also happened to be drawn to the passionate energy that came with that kind of adversarial relationship.

It was a problem you knew would be better addressed in therapy. Instead, you thought it’d be a better idea to fuck the ghost.

“No, you idiot,” you shot back as the demon appeared, floating angrily above you, “You’ll make sure of that, won’t you?”

Beetlejuice’s feet hit the ground, his hair glowing bright red in the moonlight. He drew closer to you, a predator stalking its prey.

“I’ve been watching you all night, babe,” he hissed, your back hitting the wall yet again. Your body instantly tensed, the smell of death and decay overwhelming your senses. He shook his head, a mix of arousal and disgust flashing on his pale face.

Your eyes bore into his as they glowered with envy. “So?” you drew your shoulders back, straightening your spine, “We’re not together. Who I fuck or don’t fuck is none of your goddamn business.”

He laughed indignantly, “You think I’m threatened by that guy? Please.” His amber eyes flashed briefly with a twinge of insecurity.

“Then why go through the trouble of scaring him off, hm?” you goaded, “Afraid I’d finally found someone better?”

Beetlejuice couldn’t help but feel wounded. Sure, you both fought. A lot. But you couldn’t stay away from each other for long. You’d fight, you’d banish him, and then like clockwork, you’d call him back and reconcile, which usually involved ripping each other’s clothes off.

Despite never defining the relationship, the two of you couldn’t help feel possessive over one another. And because you had a vindictive streak, you didn’t care about using other guys to make him jealous.

“You and I both know that’s not true,” he growled, pressing a large hand against the wall as he inched closer to you, “And we also know that I’m a better fuck than any of those other breathers combined.” You inhaled, stifling your fear and shoving it back down your throat.

Beetlejuice’s gaze softened. Even for a dead guy, he could pick up on your mannerisms like no one else. “You’re so fucking stubborn, you know that? I just wish you would stop pushing me away. A demon can only take so much back and forth from one human.”

Your eyes narrowed, your face inching closer to his. You studied his expression for cracks in the façade that he loved to put up. It was just one of the many ways he liked to fuck with you.

“Ah, the ‘woe is me’ bullshit,” you smirked. “Don’t blame me, you know what you signed up for.”

Even in the dim streetlight, you could see Beetlejuice’s mood shift from pure scarlet anger to a melancholic swirl of violet and maroon. It would’ve been almost beautiful if you weren’t so pissed at him.

“And if I remember correctly, you were the one who didn’t want to be tied down,” you scoffed in disgust, reminding him of his many trysts down to the Netherworld, “It’s not my fault you can’t take the same bullshit that you dish out to me.”

You typically had a don’t ask, don’t tell policy; but recently, you could feel the jealousy between the two of you reaching a boiling point. You were looking for a fight, and you knew hooking up with another guy would send Beetlejuice over the edge.

“Drop the tough guy act, sweetheart,” he was almost pleading with you, ignoring the harshness he exhibited only moments ago. “You know I don’t want anyone else.”

‘Not in the ways that matter, anyways,’ he thought, unwilling to tack on that addendum verbally.

You felt hot tears forming in your eyes, but you held them back. You’d be damned if you let Beetlejuice see you cry, after all the vitriol you’d spat at him.

He finally backed away from you, giving you room to breathe. You peeled yourself from the brick wall, unsure how to proceed.

Beetlejuice considered sweeping you off your feet; maybe an attempt at wooing you would make you both forget the meaningless squabbling.

After all, that was how the two of you communicated: passionate fights and even more passionate sex.

Not exactly the healthiest relationship. And by the looks of it, this…thing between you was starting to take its toll.

“I don’t…I can’t believe you,” you muttered, your heart pounding in your chest. “W-We fight constantly, and I’m awful to you, and…I don’t like who I am when I’m with you, Beej.”

All red from the demon’s hair was instantly replaced with deep purples and blues. A sign of complete melancholy.

“I get it, babe,” he said, his voice dripping with despair. “What can I say? I bring out the worst in people.” He sounded disgusted with himself, like he knew this would happen eventually and he did nothing to prevent the inevitable.

It didn’t matter that he loved you more than any other breather. He couldn’t tell you. It was too late.

Beetlejuice knew he was broken, and now he had broken you too. And the thought of that made him want to die again and again.

You tried to speak but no words were able to escape your throat. You wanted to apologize, to tell him that no other guys mattered, that you could start over and figure it out.

But you couldn’t.

Instead, a strange sob came out, and you tried to shield yourself in the shadows of the alley so that he couldn’t see you. Beetlejuice cocked his head, a sad expression on his pale face.

“I should, uh, probably go then,” he said, his gravelly voice low. He usually relished in making breathers cry, but now he couldn’t even bare to look at you as tears streamed down your face.

You nodded, signaling that you wanted him to leave. “I’m…fuck, I’m sorry,” he said. He didn’t really know what else to say, the air thick between you.

You turned around to face him, salt stinging your eyes. But he was gone. Not even a stupid puff of green smoke left behind.

‘It’s for the best,’ you thought as you walked home alone.

Of course, you knew that thought wouldn’t stick; you knew you’d last three days maximum before you summoned that demon again.

Old habits die hard.

*****

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girlboypersonthingy · 1 year

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hiiiiii!! so u’ve quickly become my fav tumblr user lol. anything with pidge would be great!! any prompts u wanna use is all good with me, i just want more pidge content.

thx sm!! <3

U BETTER STOP RIGHT NOW ANON. I’m so flattered that I’m one of your favs 🥰 that boosts my confidence in my writing soooo much you have no idea. I’m definitely not skipping over a bunch of requests just to write yours first nope not I. So I wrote smthng about Keith and reader being stuck on a planet during a mission and needing rescue and them having a cute bonding moment. I’m gonna do that but with ✨Pidge✨ 🌷Thank you for the request and ENJOY~

Ps: wow. This took me forever to finish. I wrote it in so many pieces over so many days. I’ve been so busy omg this is all over the place…sorry 😌

Listen…Pidge’s calculations may have been the tiniest bit off. You were sent on a mission with them to pick up a specific mineral on a specific planet that will power a new invention Pidge is working on. As their lion approached the surface of the planet, some weird energy source nearby had all of Pidge’s signals glitching out. All of a sudden, the green lion completely shut down and you two had a bit of a crash landing. Now…You’re lost. In space. No way to get back, no way to contact the team. And if Pidge can’t figure out how to get y’all back to the castle, you definitely can’t. Obvi they’re like 1000 times smarter than you.

“Dang…well…we’re stuck here now.” Their words make you panic a bit. Stuck? Geez, for how long? Until when? Wait…Stuck?! In the middle of space all alone???

“Someone will find us eventually.” “You’re not helping, Pidge…”

They’re trying to hide their smile as they silently laugh at you. “First time stuck in space?” “Uhm YEAH?! IM SCARED! YOU’RE NOT???” “Nah.”

Pidge has been there, done that with being lost in space alone. It’s scary but it’s amazing at the same time. Like when Pidge got stuck on that trash nebula, they weren’t scared, just bored until they found a way to distract themselves and eventually get a signal to the team. They just need time to figure it out.

Before you can say any more, they are closing their helmet over their face and offering you a hand. “Let’s go.” They close your helmet over your face and now they’re enthusiastically dragging you out of green and onto the dusty surface of the planet.

Pidge is very smart but also has some ADHD tendencies. This lil babe will squirrel out and go buck wild when it comes to science, technology and space. They can’t stay focused on the topic at hand, there’s too much to look at, too much to think about, too much to talk about.

They are still holding your hand, pulling you along as they ramble on about the pH balance of the air on this planet and the gravity difference compared to Earth and how cool the specific mineral is that they are looking for. Wow, cute little smarty pants just won’t shut up 💚

Plz just pay attention to them. They LOVE the attention they get from you when they say big words and explain complex things you don’t really understand because,

The face you make when you try to follow along with their science rants KILLS THEM. You’re like 😯 trying your best to keep up, it’s too cute.

They love when you say things like “wow” “whoa” “cool” bc then they’re like 😎 “yeah I am pretty wow, whoa and cool, aren’t I?”

Like plz just swoon over their brilliance, that’s all they want. They want to impress you SO BAD. Little do they know they’ve already captured your heart…

So anyways, they are practically running now with you following beside them as they frantically search for the mineral they need.

A beeping catches their attention and they stop abruptly. An excited laugh leaves their mouth as they check a piece of tech on their wrist, similar to a watch but with info about the planet and atmosphere around you.

Pidge is always busting out new gadgets they’ve made and it still surprises you sometimes. “Pidge, what the hell is that?” is a very common phrase that frequently leaves your mouth. They’re always testing out new tech.

“AHAHA!!! (Y/N), guess what?! This whole planet’s crust is the mineral!!! WE CAN GET SO MUCH OF IT!!! Obviously not too much, but OH MY GOD!”

Omfg, now it’s your turn to admire how cute they are when they geek out like this. They’re pretty much jumping with joy, smiling from ear to ear, and they still have a hold of your hand.

They always run to the same two people every time they have some cool sciency shit to tell and that’s Hunk and you. As much fun as it is to go on a tangent with Hunk about cool space stuff, they love talking to you about it bc you don’t interject, you just listen and learn.

Their fav part is days later when you mention something they told you about in great detail and they’re just thinking ‘oh my god, you remembered, you learned, you’re so smart. DAMN I ADORE YOU.’

At this point, Pidge is having such a good time with you, they’ve forgotten that you’re both stranded here. They’re holding your hands and you’re smiling so big now and suddenly they can’t come up with words to say rn.

“So…are you gonna tell me how we are gonna harvest some of this stuff or…?” The silence is so loud but Pidge can’t speak, they’re just lost in your eyes and your hand fits so perfectly in theirs and the longer they stare at you, the more red your cheeks become and- “Pidge…are you okay?” Finally, they snap out of it.

This honestly happens way too often with you. Pidge never thought they’d be the type to zone out and start daydreaming about someone but they are just soooo into you, oml. They’re always so focused and in control and calm and collected but you’re just too hot cute, you are such a distraction. They can’t believe that you are so interested in them, it clouds their brain sometimes. They know a lot but one thing they can’t figure out is where they stand with you.

“I’m fine. First things first, we need some help getting off this planet. We need to figure out how to contact the team.”

Just keep in mind… they haven’t let go of you for even a second since you walked out of their lion together 🥹❤️‍🔥

“Hey, what about your watch thingy on your wrist? Couldn’t that help-“ “(Y/N), yes! I forgot about this for a tick! Okay, come on. Give me something to work with….” Finally, they let go of your hand as they poke at the piece of tech on their wrist, their eyes become brighter and wider.

They swiftly pull out their bayard and launch it towards their lion, perfectly wrapping it around their lion’s tail.

“Uhm what are we doing?” “We need to get off this planet.” “WHAT?! I mean I know that, you already said that but-but…how are we gonna do that? Your lion is-“ “Just trust me.” They reach out for your hand once more, the handle of their bayard in their other hand.

They grip your hand tightly and before you can take another breath, they activate their jet pack and you two are whisked away towards the sky.

You’re screaming and Pidge is laughing. They’re such a punk sometimes.

As their bayard reaches its limit in length, Pidge is still grasping your hand tightly as they finally begin to explain just what their plan is.

“The crust of this planet, which is also the mineral we need, is what’s causing interference with all our tech. Except for this, I guess.” They gesture to their wrist. “The further we get away from the surface, the more chance we have at getting a signal to the team. But, the gravitational pull of this planet only goes on for 4.7 miles, which is like waaayyyyy less than Earth’s gravitational pull so I had to keep us tethered or we’d just float off into space.”

Normally you’d find their ranting interesting and endearing but rn you’re just terrified of being this high up from the ground and also terrified of accidentally floating off into space.

They can tell you’re scared so they quickly let go of your hand and link their arm with yours, pulling you in closer. They’re not laughing anymore, they give you a more serious look with a soft smile. “I got you, (Y/N). I won’t let anything happen to you. Promise.”

Although they are the smallest Paladin to ever exist, you make them feel so big and strong. You make them feel like they could fight 100 galra soldiers all on their own. You give them so much confidence and they just want you to trust that they will always protect you. Tho they be small, they are mighty.

“I trust you, Pidge.” Great…you’ve lost them again. All you did was say their name all soft and quiet and they can’t look away from you now.

The lingering eye contact is simple but causes you both to smile and blush uncontrollably. You both look away then look back at each other, your movements in sync which causes you both to laugh.

“You’re really cute. I like you a lot.” The words just sort of slip out of their mouth and before you can even process what they just said, as if on cue, static cuts the silence.

Suddenly, you can hear Allura calling out for you guys through the comms in Pidge’s helmet. “Pidge? (Y/N)? Hello?” “Allura! Geez, are we glad to hear your voice.”

As Pidge gives the princess a run down of what had happened to you guys, you just watch their lips move and watch as they purposefully avoid your gaze. They’re embarrassed of what they just confessed to you and now they’re anxious to hear your reply.

Once the voice in Pidge’s helmet had gone quiet, you finally speak up.

“You like me?” “Huh? Did I say that?” “Yeah, you did. You said I’m cute too.” “Oh wow…uh yeah…I guess I did say that.”

It’s silent again for a moment.

“Do you like me too?” Pidge asks softly now, their whole demeanor has changed. They’re not holding you as close, they’re eyes look full of concern, they’re biting their lip.

“I thought you were a genius..?” They’re a bit taken aback by your response. “It’s not like I haven’t been dropping hints left and right. Of course I like you, Pidge. And I think you’re pretty cute too.”

The next 10 minutes as you two wait for rescue are spent talking and laughing about how you two dummies have been crushing on each other for MONTHS but you were both too scared to say anything to the other.

As soon as y’all are rescued by Shiro and Hunk, they’re both like “oh! You guys finally noticed that you’re both in love with each other? Good. Nice. Took y’all long enough.”

The whole team could see the hardcore pining the whole time. Even Keith was like “I thought y’all were already dating???”

Wow. What a couple cute little dorks you guys are.

#voltron #voltron legendary defender #voltron x reader #voltron x you #vld #pidge voltron #voltron pidge #pidge vld #vld pidge #pidge gunderson #pidge holt #pidge x reader #katie holt #Pidge #voltron fandom

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kuroosdarling · 2 years

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the neighborly thing to do

*.ﾟ kuroo x reader

*.ﾟ wc: 1k

*.ﾟ prompt #39: moving into a new apartment and realizing they can see directly into their neighbor’s window

*.ﾟ a/n: for my lovely risu <33 thank you so much for joining my event ! and thank you for always supporting me and being there to scream about this man with me LMFAO. i hope you enjoy your lil meet cute !!! i had sm fun writing for our fave mans! im sorry this took so long hehe but better late than never, right O: anyway- love u lots n lots !!!

Moving day. Something that was supposed to be a day full of new beginnings. But today felt no different than the rest as you were lugging boxes up and down the flights of stairs to your new apartment. The moving truck was parked out front, almost taunting you with how full it still was. You had hastily thrown everything in there the night before, knowing that you’d have a long drive to the big city the next day. You even told your friends not to worry about helping you as you didn’t have that much stuff to move. But now looking at the tower of boxes in front of you, you wasted no time texting your friends to get over to your new place, going as far as to bribe them with some free food in hopes they would help. As soon as you pick up a box, the contents rustle around in it harshly.

“Hey, need a hand?” a voice calls out to you, breaking you out of your thoughts. The deep voice threw you off as you clutched the box you were holding. You slowly pivot on your foot, facing the mysterious man.

“Oh!” you say, trying to juggle the box in your hands. “I'm all set. Thanks.” You weren’t sure if it was your imagination or the slight heat stroke you were starting to undergo, but you saw him pout for a split second. You kind of felt bad but it was probably for the best that he didn’t help. You didn’t even know the guy and your friends would be here soon enough anyway.

But of course, the universe had other plans for you today. The box you were still clutching onto decided to betray you, the bottom breaking open and all of its contents pouring out onto the sidewalk for the world to see. You stared at it for a moment, the items on the ground mocking you as you hear the mysterious man’s wicked laugh escape him. You shut your eyes briefly before bending down to start picking everything up. Tears of frustration threatened against your lashline but you fought it off quickly, not wanting to make a show of it all. He must’ve caught on though as his laughter quickly died out.

“Hey, it’s okay. I have some tape and we can fix it right up.” he offered, helping you collect everything. His eyes flicker up to yours quickly, trying to gauge your reaction. Going against your better judgment, your eyes finally meet his. You were almost surprised at how genuine he looked, a complete stranger invested in making sure you were okay. He rubbed the back of his neck and offered a sheepish smile. “I actually live in the apartment complex next to yours. You want me to go grab it? Then I can leave you to it.”

“That's-” you pause to clear your throat, somewhat touched by his small act of kindness. “That’s not necessary. I have some empty boxes in the truck, could you grab one and help me put this stuff in there?”

“One box, coming right up!” he nodded at you, his long legs carrying him to the truck in no time so he could grab what you requested. You wanted to be annoyed at his eagerness to help but something about the cute, concentrated look on his face had you feeling something entirely different. He brought the box over to you, crouching down to start carefully putting some of the items into it. Once it was all set, he stood up and handed it over to you. His fingers softly brush against yours as he passes it to you -- sparks flying off from the contact. He looked away for a brief moment, pink slowly washing over his cheeks. “There, everything is all safe and sound now. You're good to go.”

“Thanks. Actually, could you grab one of the heavier boxes on the truck?” Giving him a soft smile as he beams back at you, eager to help some more. You don't know why he was so set on helping you out today, but it was surprisingly welcome.

“Sure.” He quickly grabbed one of the boxes, his toned bicep flexing from the weight. Once it’s secure enough, he nods over at you and the two of you walk inside to make your ascent up the stairs. He was softly humming to himself, clearly content with how everything was playing out. After countless steps you finally made it to the 4th floor. Propping the box you were holding on your hip -- hoping it wouldn’t fall open again, you risk using your spare hand to open the door.

You turn the knob, opening the door as the box starts to slip out of your hands. In a swift motion, you keep the box steady in your hands as you kick the door open. Kuroo looked at you, slightly impressed that you were able to hold onto it as the two of you walk in.

“You can put that box over by the window.” you say, motioning toward it with your head.

“Roger that.” he strides over to the window as you walked towards your kitchen counter to set down the cursed box. “Hey, that’s my apartment!” You look over to him to see him staring out the window with his hand placed on his hip, the box he was holding laid forgotten by the couch. You walk next to him, his figure towering over yours as he points out the window. Sure enough, through your window you could see a view to his living room.

“Oh wow, I guess we really are neighbors then.” you say, looking up at him.

“It’s probably good etiquette to have your neighbor's number then, right?” A smirk slinked its way across his lips as he looked down at you with a playful glint in his eye.

“It’s definitely the neighborly thing to do.” You agree, returning his smirk with a smile.

Bloom - the paper kites

my goodness i love this song and i think it would fit you guys so well! especially in your early relationship like around the time period when the both of you are in love with one another but haven’t said it out loud yet. just trying to find the words to say it, hoping that the other feels the same way. (spoiler: he does). like when kuroo first meets you he absolutely falls in love and doesn’t know what to do bc ?? he’s never felt this way before !! it goes so well with the lyric, “can i be close to you?” bc !! you both are wondering it it’ll work! (scorpio’s gauging whether or not they can let someone in type beat LOL<3) ANYWAY !!! he’s just a big dork and i know he just loves you so so much !! but i love u more >:(<3

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darkkitty1208 · 2 months

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hehe hello :3

ahem. *shuffles cards* uh.. right. *taps the mic* mic check- *feedback* uhm.. okay.. mics not gonna work.. let me just- *hooks finger onto shirt collar* is it hot in here? *laughs nervously* this is going fine. *adjusts microphone settings* whoo! okay. i propose..... stephen being in a battle when a loud sort of siren/screech/whatever goes off causing him to be temporarily deaf and horribly light headed from the mind-killing sound, he cant even hear tony trying to reach out to him before the enemies eventually get to him in his state and tony POPS RIGHT IN TO SAVE HIM!!! not your thing?? NO PROBLEM!!!! ive got more. and by more i mean another.

maybe just some more touch-starved stephen? or could i make this better?? maybe he could really dislike/not be comfortable with touches UNTIL HE WARMS UP TO IT!!!!! AND TONYS HEART METLS FROM THE WONDERFUL SIGHT!??!?! BRILLIANT, BRILLIANT, BRILLIANT, BRILLIA- *coughs* sorR- *coughs violently*

*chugs a waterbottle* *clears throat* sorry bout that.

im malfunctioning from the brainrot i js love stephen sm<3 tell me if i need to send more prompts.... i have some... just in case.. (:

Suuuper sorry it took me so long to get back to you 😅 I made fics for both premises, though, I hope that compensates for it! Also bcs you made me laugh, haha XD

Thank you for the prompts! Feel free to send more if you wish :D

#ironstrange #stephen strange #tony stark #my writing #fic #fanfic #ask #sstarkl

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isbuckybarnesokay · 2 years

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Maybe something with Steddie, and Steve coming across Eddie being bullied pretty badly. Hurt/comfort 🥺 if you're interested of course

hi anon, i decided to set this in Scoops era, i hope that's okay!! sorry this took me so long to post :(( thank you sm for sending in a prompt <33

tw bullying, violence.

Steve hears them before he sees them. He's turned away from the door, crouched down to find and pull out a fresh tub of double choc chip when he tunes into the sound of a small crowd laughing. He pushes up off of the floor, kicking his legs out to bring the feeling back after being crouched for so long. There's no sign of anyone through the doors, but whatever's occuring is definitely getting closer.

There's only one other person in the store, Robin, who Steve exchanges a confused glance with. Robin shrugs and shakes her head. "No idea," she mouths.

So Steve carries on.

Five minutes later he gets a look at what's going on. There's a group of jumped up looking jocks - and, boy, doesn't that sight still make Steve cringe; makes him think about how he used to be - jostling and jeering at a lanky dude with long brown hair.

One of the guys darts forward and shoves at their chosen victim, who stumbles back and smacks his head a bit. Steve winces. He knows what concussion feels like and wouldn't wish it on anyone.

"Oh my-" Robin gasps. "That's Eddie Munson. What are they doing to him? They never- they never leave him alone."

The guy - Eddie, who Steve can vaguely remember from school - evidently retorts with something the group don't like, because he catches a solid right hook straight to the mouth. His head twists with the force of the blow and Steve watches blood spray from his mouth; gets stuck on the sight of the blood for a minute, oh god, Steve's so tired of blood and people getting hurt and-

"Steve, where are you going? What're you doing?" Robin sounds frantic.

He's hopped the counter in one smooth leap, the ice cream scoop already in his hand and his jaw set in determination. Steve shoots Robin a look and waves her back. She's got a hand planted on the counter as though she's going to follow.

Something hits the floor outside. The thud sounds heavy. Steve swings back around.

Munson is curled on his side, protecting his rib cage, and Steve sees red, a bit. He's out the door in a flash, strolling purposefully but with an air of calm that's only surface level, twirling the ice cream scoop as he goes.

"Alright, guys, that's enough," he calls, aiming for bored, plastering on that old facade he'd abandoned so long ago. "You're ruining my business here."

The group of jocks turn to face him, ready to tell him to shove off, but the one who is evidently the leader seems to recognize him. "King Steve!" he grins, holding his hand out to shake.

Steve just looks down at it dismissively. He's positioned himself between Munson and the group as surreptisiously as he can manage. "I'm serious, man, you guys wanna to get outta here - heard someone saying they're calling the police."

The group startles at that, shooting glances round the mall as if expecting the cops to flood the area any second now. "Shit," the leader murmurs. "Cheers for the heads up, dude."

They head quickly for the exit, seemingly having forgotten about their target. Steve huffs a sigh of relief and turns to look down at Munson.

The guy flinches hard when Steve crouches down next to him and sets a hand on his shoulder. "Fuck off, Harrington. I've- I've had- enough." Every word sounds like a struggle.

"Come on, man. We can fix you up out the back of Scoops."

Eddie opens his eyes then, staring blearily up at Steve. "Fix me up?" He sounds lost.

Steve nods. "Yeah man, gotta clean up that blood and check you for concussion. Don't wanna fuck with that, take it from me." He runs his eyes over Eddie's curled frame, bottom lip caught between his teeth. "Come on, man. Let me help you up."

Munson's eyes shoot wide. "Don't- touch me," he gasps.

"Shit. Shit, man, okay. I won't touch you. Just- come on. I was bullshitting about the cops but chances are someone did call."

Eddie laughs, sounding a bit incredulous. "You lied to your disciples? Are you feeling alright?"

Steve grimaces. "They are not my disciples. Now, let's go, yeah? Robin can help you if you don't want me to."

"Robin? As in band kid Robin? With the great laugh, like a fucking snort?"

"The very same."

They make it inside eventually, though halfway through the store Eddie has to give in to the need for support. He throws an arm over Steve shoulders, unable to fight off a groan at the pain in his side.

"Hey, man, you're okay. Not far now, I've got you." Steve fucking Harrington is being so fucking nice. It's unnerving.

When Robin has ushered them through into the back room of Scoops Ahoy, Steve directs him to on the staff table. Eddie can only watch in a mixture of both disbelief and a bit of awe as Steve opens a cupboard door and pulls out a tackle box filled with medical supplies.

"Alright," Harrington hums, turning back to Eddie. "Eyes up at me, please, Munson. How's that head feeling?"

And, oh, if this isn't the sweetest way Eddie has ever been touched in his life. Steve's hands and fingers are so gentle as they trace his jaw, eyes soft as he searches to make sure Eddie's gaze is clear. As he wipes the blood from Eddie's lip, Steve makes these gorgeous sympathetic noises in the back of his throat, and Eddie, god damn it, he can't help but want to hear more.

To check his ribs over, Harrington orders him to lie back. "Is it okay if we take your shirt off? You don't have to if it's not comfortable, but it'll just make it easier for me to check."

Eddie might lose his damn mind. Steve Harrington looking down at him with big, sincere eyes, asking for his consent to take his shirt off.

"Go for it, big boy."

If Steve's shocked by the nickname, he doesn't show it. He just blinks slowly and gets to work, apologizing time and again when Eddie winces at the movement of his arms.

"There we go, okay, you're okay, you're doing a great job, sorry, not much more now, you're good, you're okay-" Steve keeps up that endless stream of comfort, and whether Steve's aware of it or not, Eddie is beyond grateful for the hand Steve has curled over Eddie's wrist - for the way Steve gently rubs his thumb back and forth. It's grounding; soothing.

Eddie wants to sleep. He lets his eyes slip closed, grumbling when Steve's hand leaves his wrist. The grumble turns to a contented sigh when Steve cups his jaw, instead.

"Munson, hey, Eddie, man, you gotta stay awake. I'm sorry. It's a concussion thing."

Eddie blinks his eyes open slowly, looking up to see Steve leaning right over him, one hand planted firmly on the table beside Eddie's torso. Harrington grimaces down at him in understanding.

"I know it's not fun, but I'll be here with you, okay? Rob's gonna cover the rest of my shift so we can get you to the doctors, or the hospital, whichever you prefer."

They go to the hospital. And Steve does stay. And he checks on Eddie the next day, too, showing up at the trailer before work - and after, with a tub of ice cream filled with 3 different flavours in hand and no signs of leaving Eddie to eat it on his own.

#scoops era steddie my beloved #i hope this is ok!!!!#ask #anon #prompt #isbuckybarnesokay #steddie #headcanon

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