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beforeimdeceased · 7 months

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hey bae! if you’re still taking requests could i please have something fluffy with mean! ellie and sensitive/soft! reader. it can be whatever u want, loving the pink theme btw 🎀⭐️!

CRYBABY! - (E.W)

pairing: mean/cruel ellie x sensitive/emotional reader.

synopsis: you’ve had a seriously bad day, and now you’re stuck with the shittiest person you’ve ever met while you wait for your friends to get home.

a/n: thank u for acknowledging the theme! it took so long to put together 😭. also i really hope this fulfills your request. would you guys want a part 2 w/ smut this time?

“crybaby, crybaby. we need to cry. and if we do, i know that would be alright.” — edit

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ellie fucking williams was an exceptional singer, guitarist, and had incredible stage presence. but more importantly: she was an asshole. a complete fucking dick, and not just the usual “too good for everyone” cocky. she was crude. she was vulgar and she knew exactly how to push people, you specifically. sometimes you thought that she walked around asking for a fight to prove herself to people. now, you think it’s so she can finally feel something. even if it’s a mind spinning jab at her face.

you did your best to stay away from her, despite you sharing friends; jesse and dina. you knew exactly how she was and you knew you couldn’t handle it. no matter how many times you tried to let her little remarks brush past you, you always found yourself wanting to go lower. and each time you were around her it got harder to bite your tongue.

today was a bad day. a shit day. one of your worst. you found fraudulent activity on your bank card, got hit with a frustratingly large and urgent bill, and your washing machine broke. all in the span of an hour. the customers at your job had been extra rude and to make matters worse, your manager yelled at you for a mistake you didn’t even make.

all you wanted to do was go over to dina & jesse’s and eat brownies while they treated you like the child they’d yet to have. dina rubbing your back and reassuring you that everything will be okay while jesse threatens to beat all your enemies bloody. you use the spare key you have to their apartment to messily trudge in, kicking your shoes off at the door and smiling as you open the fridge to find dina’s special 1,000 hour brownies.

“i keep telling her she should put weed in those.” echoes behind you, causing you to pause mid bite. there she is, leaning against the counter. eyes smudged with her signature stage eyeliner, sweat glistening on her skin, a tank top and her stage cargos sagging on her waist. gargling down a plastic water bottle that had definitely seen better days.

“where are dina and jesse?” you furrow your brows closing the fridge. you grab a napkin to place the brownie on, and move further back near the door away from her. just in case.

“they went to go grab some groceries, but they told me to stay here and wait for you.” she answers, finishing the bottle off.

fuck. how long were they going to be gone? you couldn’t imagine spending more than 2 minutes alone with this loose lipped devil. her eyes narrow as she looks you up and down before smiling. here she goes.

“bad day? cause it looks like it.”

“well it definitely isn’t going to get better with you around me.” you snap back.

“ouch. i’m hurt.” she laughs. deviously. a hand over her chest as she pushes off the counter to chuck the empty bottle into the trash can.

you move over to the living room, sitting yourself on the couch. maybe if you ignore her she’ll get bored and leave you alone? maybe she’ll get so bored she’ll actually leave. god, please get the fuck out of here.

she follows you though, sitting way too close for comfort and turning on the tv. you pull your phone out, immediately opening tumblr and mindlessly scrolling. hoping that dina and jesse will be home soon.

“d tells me you stopped showing up to gigs because of me. is that true?” she breaks the silence between you two. you shrug her off. “you’re not the easiest person to be around, williams.” you state.

“so what’s wrong with me? i’d love to hear it straight from the horses mouth.” she scoffs, scooting closer. when you attempt to ignore her she pulls your phone out of your hand. staring into your eyes with her very own. piercing through your soul for a response. “is it because i called you an idiot?”

“among other things, but it doesn’t surprise me that that’s all you remember.” you reach for your phone but she pulls it back. this causes you to pinch her, and she smacks your hand away still holding your phone back. “remind me then.”

you feel her taunting tone. her want— need to push at you. to push your buttons and boundaries until you break. it’s like a game to her, and you certainly weren’t in the mood for it today.

“can you give me my phone so i can find out when dina and jesse are coming home?” you sigh. her behavior reminded you of a customer you’d had earlier who’d treated you like garbage because you weren’t smiling. you felt tears welling up but pushed them down. you never cried in front of ellie. because of her, maybe, but never to her face. you’d never live it down.

“can you answer my question? so i can apologize or whatever. d is really on my ass about it.”

you scoff. “ofcourse you aren’t genuinely sorry. you probably don’t even remember all the fucked up shit you say and do to people. half of the time you ignore me and the other half you treat me like i’m a burden. do you remember when you guys had your first real show? i told the security i knew you and you pretended like i was a stranger.”

“jesse was sooo pissed you didn’t show up.” she laughs. “did he yell at you?”

“yeah. thought i was lying because you told him i was. called me a shit friend and a liar until i showed him proof. why am i the only one you treat like this?”

“you’re definitely not the—“ you reach for your phone again, but she’s quicker than you. pushing you away and laughing at your lockscreen, which was a picture you’d taken of yourself. one you felt incredibly confident in. all of that confidence was withering away slowly and you could guess it’d only been 10 minutes. “only one.”

“that’s so much worse. seriously, i don’t have time for this today. i’ll just go home.” you sniffle and fail to hide it. the tears were in the back of your throat and you felt like her personal rag doll all over again. what you’d finally gotten away from the last week was haunting you all over again. her taunting, her rudeness. she knew what she was doing and she didn’t even care.

“are you gonna cry? am i making you cry?”

you gulp, biting your lip to fight the shakiness in your voice. “just give it back.” is all you can muster up. her arm stretches up and as you reach for it she tucks it in her back pocket and sits on it.

you feel the tears begin to spill out of your eyes and you quickly turn around and lean into the couches arm. hands over your face as you pathetically attempt to calm yourself. you feel a hand on your shoulder and you push it away before realizing it’s ellie handing you back your phone.

it takes you a couple blinks, convinced the tears have obstructed your vision. the very same ellie who’d tripped you in front of a crowd of people last month, was being nice? her face has softened, genuine concern replacing the taunting gaze she previously had. she places a hand on your back and shushes you.

“i’m sorry. i’ve never made you cry before, i’m sorry.” she speaks softly. she almost seems…confused? is this what it takes to get her to realize that what she does actually fucking hurts you? for you to break down in front of her? for her to get a peek at the silent nights you’d spent sobbing over another one of her “jokes”? all this time?

you wipe your eyes and begin to laugh, which startles her and causes her to lean back. “you’re such an ass, ellie. god, you’re such a fucking dick.” you shake your head and breathe. she doesn’t respond, just stares at you with concern. brows furrowed as she concentrates on your body language. the way you’re leaning closer towards her.

“today was such a bad day.” you cry out in frustration, dipping your head into her lap. you just lay there, sobbing. she doesn’t move you, but instead rubs your back. shushing you. whispering that it’ll be okay, and you’d never admit it because it was coming from her, but you really needed it in that moment.

she pulled you in closer to her, turning you onto your side so she can rub her thumb across your cheek. wiping some of your tears away. you begin to cry even harder, but she doesn’t push you away. even when her pants are soaked and snotty. she lets you lay there, and cry into her.

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peachesofteal · 5 months

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18+ mdni / dark and twisty, whump

It’s snowing.

You don’t even have to move your head to see in order to know. There’s something about how it hangs in the air, how the world sounds and feels during a snowfall that blankets everything, houses, trees, mountains, your mind.

You love it. Always have. Even as a child, winter was your favorite. Winter brought you a sense of calm, of peace. It was what drove you to move out here in the first place. Chasing the snow. The feeling of a quiet forest, lying still beneath the soft spun expanse of white. The smell of the air the morning before a big snow, the eternal quiet that exists in the darkness when everything is dampened down by the weight of a million, billion unique, crystallized webs.

Except this snow feels different. It doesn't feel like a velvety white, soft dream world, but a nightmare... one filled with pain, anxiety. Why are you here? What's happened?

And why do you hurt so fucking bad?

"You're awake." A deep voice says from your side, and you flinch on instinct, immediately wishing you hadn't as lighting sharp pain shoots through your upper arm all the way to your neck, and you cry out. "Easy." It's the brown eyed man, the bigger one. He's sitting in a chair that cannot possibly be comfortable, watching you.

"Where... am I?" You manage to choke out through stiff lips, your head spinning and the world tilting at the same time. It sours your stomach, more than you thought possible, and you try to choke back the burn of bile that's racing up your throat.

"Are you going to be sick?" He reaches, stroking a finger down your face. You hold your tongue, unsure, and he must not like it, because he sighs, and then frowns at you. "Tell me."

"No, I don't-" You can't even finish your denial before your stomach is heaving, and he's springing to action shifting you amidst unbearable pain, turning you on your side to where a clean bucket sits, right beneath your bed.

"It's alright, that's it." A hand soothes up and down your back as you dry heave, sputtering on nothing, tears leaking from your eyes.

"Nnnrgh-"

"I know, I know. Poor thing." He coos, and it sounds so... endearing, so sweet yet... frightening, like the poison of a predator, a pretty display meant to draw you in before it snaps a set of jaws shut around your face.

"H-hurts." You cry as he rolls you back into your original position. "It hurts."

"I know it does, sweet girl. We're going to fix it." He dabs a cloth on your face, across your forehead and then down to clean your mouth up, just as the man with the mohawk appears on the bed, one knee down, leaning over you, concern rife in his features.

"Poor baby. Were ye sick?" You blink up at him. What is going on? He presses a glass to your lips, encouraging you to drink, and then pulling it away after you've had a few sips with a gentle 'not too much'.

"Who are you?" You smack your lips. The water is cold, refreshing, but a ting acidic, and you wonder if it's well water, maybe?

"I'm Johnny." He's setting up something, beside you. You can see him organizing something, but can't quite make them out due to your lack of mobility. "An' this is Simon. Or Si. But ye probably won't be callin' him that quite yet." Johnny and Simon. Did they find you? Did they rescue you? Why can't you remember?

"What happened?" You try again, gritting your teeth against the pain.

"Ye had an accident, remember? We talked about this yesterday? Ye slid off the road, ended up in a thick of trees. Ye're lucky the one didnae impale ye." Impale?

"And you found me?" You're starting to feel tired again, all the sudden, woozy and weird, exhaustion pulling at your limbs. Shouldn't you be in a hospital? Why haven't they taken you to a doctor?

"Aye, we did. Pulled ye free, brought ye home." Home?

"We couldn't leave you to die, and the storm is pretty bad. Pass is closed." Simon offers as an explanation, and you close your eyes. Of course. The pass is closed.

"Thank... thank you." Johnny hums, and then to your complete shock, leans forward, brushing his lips against yours as you blink furiously.

"Want ye to know, if we didnae have to do this, we wouldnae." What?

"Do what?" The broad one, Simon, casts you a mournful glance, rising from the chair. He's got a piece of leather in his hand, like a cut from a belt, and your eyes dart between them. Do what?

"Bite down on this, precious." Simon instructs, placing it against your bottom lip, to which you jerk away in protest with a whimper.

"Do what?" You try again.

"We need to set your humerus, and clavicle." Set your humerus? And your-

Oh. Oh no.

"N-no. No, you ca-can't." You stutter, but Johnny gives you a sad look, shifting on the bed to place a hand on your belly, stroking upwards to the middle of your chest, the other holding firm against your good shoulder, the one that doesn't hurt. His hand is warm, so warm against you, and his thumb rubs in a cautious motion against your skin, lightly grazing the underside of your breast. It feels weird, and wrong... intimate. "Please, don't. Please, please-"

"It's alright." He shushes you, and the pressure against your body increases as Simon wedges a thick finger between your teeth, slipping the worn leather into your mouth, bracing a hand above your elbow, and below your shoulder on the side that hurts. You gasp for air, fear shaking your body, and Johnny coos at you, telling you you'll be alright, that you're with them now and they'll take care of you, that it will only hurt for a little. "Ye'll probably pass out, bonnie. We'll get the second one done while ye're down, and I already gave ye something for the pain." He assures, like it's supposed to relieve you, and your nostrils flare as something tightens against your arm. Simon's grip.

This can't be happening. How can this happen? No, nononono-

There's a crack. A crunch. Burning, obliterating agony that's delivered to your arm like a shot. You scream and bite down at the same time, raw misery trying to claw it's way out of your throat. You think you're crying, hallucinating from the pain, having a heart attack, everything all at once. It hurts. It hurts so bad, it hurts-

"We're sorry, we're sorry." Simon soothes, thumb wiping your cheek, but you can hardly hear him, your mind starting to sever itself from your body, floating away as you slip inside a dark tomb of your mind, losing yourself to unconscious as they both stare down at you, sickeningly sweet concern layered overtop the faces of a bear and a wolf, predators licking their maws in preparation, waiting to devour their prey.

#peaches writes #ghoap x reader #ghost x soap x reader #ghost x reader x soap #simon riley x reader #john soap mactavish #simon riley #soap x reader #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader

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lost-and-ephemeral · 3 months

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hii can i request angst for love and deepspace, reader and mc are different ppl. our boys made plans with reader but forgot and left them hanging to hangout with the mc instead 😞

Series: In Her Shadow, pt.1 (ft. main trio)

Part 1 | Part 2

It feels like you've never been enough for him.

Pairing: Xavier x reader, Zayne x reader, Rafayel x reader (seperate)

Tags: angst, hurt no comfort, reader is not MC, reader and guys are dating

A/N: Thanks for your request, sweetheart! Hope it doesn't look too OOC.

Part 1 | Part 2

-`♡´- MASTERLIST -`♡´-

Xavier

Your relationship with Xavier could be called ideal, if not for one nuance.

His colleague, who takes up much of his attention.

There were times when he'd come home and talk about her with such excitement that you'd start to feel like a third wheel. But usually afterwards Xavier would apologize and say that no matter how strong his colleague was, you would still be the best for him.

And you'd like to believe that. Until he forgot about dinner with you because of her.

You've planned a perfect evening and cooked everything he loved so much, knowing how tired he might come back after a mission. Only for him to never show up this evening.

You've been waiting, and waiting, and waiting. Feeling how your heart was breaking even more with each passing minute. Maybe something bad had happened? Maybe he was hurt?

You texted him, only to get back, "Don't worry, I'm fine, my colleague just invited me to the cafe after our mission."

No apologies, no regrets. It seems that he just forgot about you and your plans together.

For a while you were silently sitting in your living room, staring at the phone screen. It was hard to describe all these feelings that were bubbling up inside you. Jealousy, anger. You didn't even bother to remind him about your dinner together and just put all the dishes away in the fridge.

Since when did she become more important than you?

Zayne

You always knew about Zayne's childhood friend. But you couldn't even imagine that she would make you feel so unwanted.

You had plans for today while your lover had the day off. As a cardiac surgeon, Zayne was busy most of the time and would come home late, completely exhausted. Of course, you wanted to spend every free day with him.

Except for one thing.

His childhood friend constantly overshadowed you. Well, you could understand why that was happening. After all, their friendship (or was it more than that already?) had been going on for years, and you couldn't stop Zayne from seeing her.

But…

Sitting alone in the restaurant, at the table you'd booked together, you barely held back tears as you stared at the message marked 'unread'.

When Zayne didn't appear in time, you were surprised. He was always so punctual, what was wrong this time?

But when you asked him where he was, he replied, "Sorry, she asked me to visit an old candy store with her, I'll be back in a few hours," and you realized he'd completely forgotten about you.

And your last message went unread.

"Zayne, but we made a reservation for today."

You sat alone for so long that people started to squint in your direction. The only option was to get up and leave the restaurant before your heart was completely shattered.

And so you did.

Rafayel

Usually Rafayel's studio was always open for you, so you could come to see him anytime.

But as it turned out, you weren't the only one he welcomed with open arms, day or night.

Today was your day off and you were planning to visit Rafayel so you could help him with something in his studio. He asked you to come in the first place. Usually that meant he just wanted to see you and was looking for any excuse, even the silliest one.

But instead you were met with a locked gate.

At first you thought it was just another joke, that Rafayel would come out and let you in, yet some time passed, and you continued to stand there alone. You tried to call him, but it was unsuccessful. No matter how long you waited, no one answered.

Finally you decided to call Thomas to ask him if something important had happened. Maybe Rafayel once again forgot about his own exhibition and had left in a hurry.

But it turned out you were the only one who had been forgotten.

"He said he was going to buy new paints with his bodyguard," Thomas explained. "Or something like that. Better not wait for him until evening, he's unlikely to be back before that time."

Devastated, you stood there for a while longer, thinking about his 'Ms. Bodyguard' who was spending more and more time with your beloved. It wasn't the first she took him away from you.

But this was the last straw.

You turned around, heading back home and desperately holding back tears.

It wasn't fair.

#love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace #love and deepspace xavier #love and deepspace zayne #love and deepspace rafayel #rafayel x reader #zayne x reader #xavier x reader

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yrbladie · 5 months

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♡ ﾟ˖ ॱ ▎THE WAY THEY HOLD YOU IN THEIR HEART PT2ㅤ𝅄 🌿 ꒱

˖ ࣪ ayato, xiao, baizhu, wriothesley, al haitham

warnings ：maybe ooc in some parts (mostly al haitham), gn!reader, slight pining, reader is called endearments multiple times, tooth rotting fluff, implied marriage, established relationships, very slight angst in some parts, indirect mentions of death (xiao, baizhu), reader is called beautiful (wriothesley), non fluent writer

ㅤThere you were, standing in the sunlight in all of your glory and your beauty. And he wondered, was life always so bright and cheerful or was it just because now he had you?

ㅤAyato fell in love with you for the first time during spring. The flowers bloomed so beautifully as they flew onto your hair, and he wished for nothing more than to be the one to pluck each of the petals gently from you, with every petal a kiss.

ㅤThe second time he fell for you was during a warm rainy day in summer. As he watched you hiding from the rain in a store, your hair was already soaked. There, he spoke with you for the first time ever.

ㅤHis first words to you were, "You'll catch a cold like that, dear.", and the endearment slipped past his lips so easily like it was already your name.

ㅤHe even started to wonder if your name had always been written right besides his in the sky. Always destined to meet somehow someday. Like the gods had taken pity on him and sent you to ease his burdens.

ㅤThe third, and last, time he fell for you was the most impacting for him. It was on a lonely night during winter, when you still looked like spring itself while quietly sitting on a bench, warming a freezing dog with your jacket.

ㅤHe could see from where he was standing that you yourself were trembling. Still, you sat on the bench with snow covering your hair while hugging the dog to your chest, pouring all of your wishes for it to be well.

ㅤOn that starlit night, it was like something pushed him to approach you again. Offering his two hands to carry the poor dog to his house. It was everything he could do for now, but as you settled down on the floor of his house, a warm blanket enveloping you and the dog wagging his tail now by your side, he thought of how well you looked right there.

ㅤIt was like his home was always supposed to be your home, ever since the start.

ㅤNow, he could barely remember the days he hadn't met you yet, shouldering the rain and the thunder in his life by himself. Could barely remember the days where all he did was work so that his family could have a better future. He focused on paperwork so much he forgot to learn about anything else. Even the most basic things like love.

ㅤAyato had always thought to himself that love had to come with a price. That love had to hurt even if a little, that it would be troublesome and destructive. That it would eat away at his everything and destroy his being starting from his heart. That love would burn and make him bleed, leaving only the scars when it left.

ㅤSo at first he didn't want to fall for you, except spring came again and at every sunrise your name was still upon his lips.

ㅤAnd contrary to his first conception of what loving meant, your love was peacefully kind. Like the gentle warm winds of summer that brought the smell of the ocean with it. It was calming, and instead of burning him, it was more like water, nurturing his being and planting flowers in his soul by the day.

ㅤAnd Ayato could slowly feel it, the inevitable sense of belonging to each other.

ㅤYour love for each other was much like that. Sometimes loud with laughter and bright smiles, other times it was quiet with the held hands and shared glances.

ㅤHe always told you "I'll give you one last chance to run away from here before you get stuck with me forever, my love." and you knew that if you truly asked him that, if you really didn't want to stay by his side anymore, Ayato would always let you go, because he loved you that much, that your happiness and freedom mattered more than anything else in the world to him.

ㅤInstead you would tell him, "Then you should get used to me, because I'm not going anywhere, darling." and he would grin so widely like he knew you were going to say that.

ㅤBefore, he was drowning in the things he had to do. Always having to be one step ahead of everyone, always keeping to himself. And he's glad he was able to meet you before it was too late, because he realized you were everything he ever needed.

ㅤJust you being part of his small, little family.

ㅤEvery time your birthday came up, Ayato tried something new. Last year it was a bouquet of flowers he cultivated himself, instead, all the flowers he tried to plant wilted before they could even bloom. This year it was supposed to be a homemade dinner, but all he managed to do was get kicked out of the kitchen by Thoma without a single plate of edible food.

ㅤ"I'm so sorry, my beloved. You have such an incompetent husband." He laughed quietly while sighing to himself.

ㅤ"Oh, don't say that. You just don't have the aptitude for... certain things, is all." You held your tongue before you ended up saying that he didn't have the aptitude for most things, instead.

ㅤAyato caught on to what you meant but instead of replying he simply grinned at your attempt to comfort him somehow. Even though you knew he was perfectly okay.

ㅤ"Then why don't you teach me, my love? I'm sure I would learn lots with such an incredible teacher such as yourself." And you knew he was teasing you, perhaps it was just an excuse to spend more time by your side and less time doing his job.

ㅤBut you also could read the subtleties behind his light hearted words and joking tone.

ㅤHe missed you a lot.

ㅤBeing always busy with his work, he often expressed his sorrow at not being able to always be there for you when needed. The last drop to the storm was when you had gotten sick last time and it only got to his knowledge by a letter sent from Thoma that already had been taking care of you for the past week.

ㅤHe rushed home at that only to find out that you were already almost completely healed. And he wondered how could he have let you slip past his priorities so easily.

ㅤYou knew Ayato felt guilty, by the way he caressed your skin, a touch lighter than a feather while he thought you were already sleeping, and the longing kiss that he would leave at your nape before snuggling closer to your body, his arms enveloping you as if he wanted to shield you from the world.

ㅤYou never really blamed him for anything. You knew what you were compromising for when you accepted his marriage proposal with the happiest of hearts. The proposal that Ayato until this day joked you only accepted out of pity for his sopping wet cat look outside of your doorstep on a rainy night. So many things had went wrong that day that led up to it, but he still called it the most joyful day of his life.

ㅤAnd you would tell him that you accepted him wholeheartedly because you loved him. It didn't matter to you whether he was a pitiful cat in a storm or the Yashiro Commissioner. And you knew you would never regret your decision as you stared at him now trying to conceal the hopeful glee in his eyes. Those beautiful eyes that carried so much emotion sometimes were the exact reason you fell for him at first.

ㅤSo, you just gently tap him in the nose while smiling, "Really now? I'll teach you if you promise you'll be a good student."

ㅤ"Of course. Don't worry, I'll be the best." he replied back, taking the hand you used to touch his nose to kiss your open palm before pressing his cheek onto it. He did it so lovingly it made your heart leap out of your chest.

ㅤHis eyes were filled with tenderness and you knew you were the only thing in his mind now.

ㅤThe flowers faint fragrance lightly pick at your nose as you see Ayato gently closing his eyes to lean onto you, his blue hair softly swaying in the breeze prompting you to raise your other free hand to stroke it affectionately. As you felt him leaning more and more into your body, until you were both intertwined in a tender and gentle embrace, you couldn't help but love him even more.

ㅤHe was a little insufferable sometimes, yes, and sure, he didn't know how to cook or how to take care of flowers, but he was still your little mess of a husband at the end of the day. For as long as you could hold him in your embrace.

ㅤAnd for as long as your love for each other still persevered, and just like in your vows, until the moon fell, forever.

ㅤXiao was the type of lover that one had to take time to understand his hidden intentions with certain actions. He wasn't exactly open to every single experience nor did he feel comfortable at first with many things, so you took your time to unravel his feelings and to nurture his love for you.

ㅤIn the way you would always catch his eyes watching you from afar in a mountain while you went about your way with your shopping, and even when he said he wouldn't accompany you this time he was always there by your side to carry the groceries in an instant.

ㅤIn the gifts left by your bedside table, and the protective talismans you would find inside your bag. It was subtle, in the slow and hesitant way Xiao started to open up to you.

ㅤAnd you could know the extent of his love for you when after a long night, when you laid by yourself on the bed, before you could even fully close your eyes Xiao was already there.

ㅤ"Sleep. I'll watch over your safety", he would say. Even for a minute you wished for his tranquility, that he would lay beside you, but you also knew Xiao was not one you should hurry on these issues. He had been lonely for a long time and all you wanted was for him to take how much time he needed to accept reality.

ㅤYou were fluent in silence and in his quiet presence, after all.

ㅤStill, one night, you stayed up a little bit later, your eyes still closed and your breathing calm despite being awake. You could feel and hear as the adeptus approached your supposedly slumbering figure to tenderly touch your cheek, his touch timid and unsure, like he was scared that even something like that could hurt you.

ㅤ"I'm sorry.", you thought you heard him say at that moment although his whisper was almost inaudible. Your heart hurt and instead of waiting, you hugged him on that night, no words being exchanged between you.

ㅤAll you heard was his mumbled gasp before he finally relaxed on your touch, awkwardly patting your back while leaning his head slightly on your neck, his hair tickling your cheek.

ㅤYou don't exactly know what he was apologizing for, but you decided not to press further and just let him embrace you. Although you had a faint idea of what was on his mind.

ㅤXiao was someone prone to blame himself for things that were outside of his responsibility. He blamed himself when you tripped on the street and he wasn't quick enough to catch you before your knee hit the ground. He blamed himself for falling in love with you and for allowing you to fall in love with him. In his mind, he probably still thought that everything around him was destined to perish one day, and that he was cursed to forever wander alone, his immortality like a tight chain holding him against himself.

ㅤSo on that night, you didn't let him go as usual, and he also didn't try to leave either. That was how he thanked you for your love that night, with his touch that, although ticklish and clumsy, made you feel so loved by this adeptus that had such a big heart but that was often misunderstood.

ㅤFor you, he wasn't the scary guardian of the mountains, nor the Conqueror of Demons, or the noble adeptus. He was simply Xiao, with his wounded heart and fallen shoulders bearing the responsibility of eons of loneliness and pain.

ㅤThe one that would shyly accept your hand as you guided him through streets filled with lanterns and the smell of food. The one who would go above and beyond if only to ensure your safety and happiness.

ㅤHis every little smile was stored in your heart and mind as your fondest memories, and his love for you was as gentle as a feather's touch.

ㅤXiao remembers the first time he met you, it was during the Lantern Festival, and while everyone was enjoying themselves you were by yourself, folding paper with a lonely plate of food by your side. He watched for a while, curiously. Although alone, you didn't seem sad. In fact, you were smiling and happily humming to yourself.

ㅤHe didn't know why, but he felt entranced and approached you slowly, not making contact with you since he didn't want to scare that peaceful moment away. Yet, you turned to him and your smile somehow got even brighter, as if you had been waiting for him for a long time.

ㅤAfter that, you never once left his life.

ㅤFor him, you were his weakness, but also all the source of his strength. You were a mere mortal, your fragile body could barely stand the force of wind itself. And that was one of the reasons that for a long while made him want to keep his distance, but with every smile, every laugh, wave from afar, and plates of Almond Tofu left on the railing from you, just made him want to get closer.

ㅤAnd you fit him so perfectly. In the way you weren't scared of his demons and instead trusted him with all your heart, never failing to still surprise him. In the way you never stood for defeat, always kept trying and also gave him many chances.

ㅤXiao learnt to enjoy life a bit more, to smile a tad bit more often beside you, and he was still amazed at how much he could still learn new things every day with how long he already has lived.

ㅤYou smiled each time he got angry while fretting over your safety, he hated it but he could never take it too seriously for so long. All he could do was protect you as long as he lived, while not wanting to know about how fleeting your life would be.

ㅤXiao knew your time together would flow past him in a second, but allow him to be selfish, even if for just a while, and keep you by his side for a while longer. Just a minute more, just one more eternity.

ㅤIf he could choose, he would choose you in all lives, in all the universes you always spoke about that you believed existed. If they really do, allow him to follow you into all of them. Even if it takes everything out of him.

ㅤHe just doesn't want to lose you too. So, just love him until the stars call your name back to them, and even then, don't forget him. Call his name again, once more.

ㅤAnd he promises you, he'll find you, no matter where you are.

ㅤAt first, Baizhu thought that he definitely shouldn't fall for you, no matter what. There was many more things far more important than a simple chemical reaction of the brain. It would eventually go away if he just focused on something else.

ㅤInstead, the feeling only grew, like roses wrapping itself around his heart, it's thorns picking at his body each time he saw you, standing by yourself from afar.

ㅤIt was to the point even Changsheng started to complain, the doctor's brain seeming to fog up at every moment, his every thought showed him you. Every word that came out of his mouth when alone were words about you.

ㅤEvery time you two interacted was like a new rose bloomed in his chest, a newfound hope of a better tomorrow. With each of your smiles he felt like he could live for a minute more. Your presence was healing and like a breath of fresh air in his tight schedule.

ㅤEvery encounter became longer and longer, until you decided to stay and never really left. Until his things became yours, and now there was a space for your clothes in his closet. Until he could kiss at your hair anytime he wished to and none of you flinched at the contact anymore, for it was never accidental now.

ㅤBaizhu found himself starting to look at another path to follow besides the one that laid before him all his life. Baizhu biggest desire was to search immortality, but now, he sometimes had the foolish thought of what would immortality mean if he lost you in the end?

ㅤIt was a short path, but it had you. Holding his hand for as long he had left. And he wondered, was it worth it? But how could he hope to be this selfish?

ㅤSo he found himself at an impasse, stuck at a crossroads, where none of the paths ended in happiness.

ㅤChoosing immortality, he eventually would see you pass before him, your life going away at a minute's time for him. While choosing you, he would forfeit all chances to save so many more people. And also possibly cursing you to be without him in the end.

ㅤIt was an impossible choice that hung heavily over his heart. But all you did was smile while remaking the braid in his hair, your fingers still as gentle as ever even with the pass of years.

ㅤAnd you would tell him, your voice only but a whisper, "Dear, no matter what, I'll love you to the end."

ㅤAnd he believed you. For you was one of the last things he had that he truly loved in this life.

ㅤTime was oh so cruel, withering away things before they could even breathe properly. Taking things without permission and always leaving with no apologies.

ㅤBut time was also the one who brought you to him, and also the one that seemed to stop, even if for a little while every time he saw you smile.

ㅤAnd Baizhu realized, it didn't matter if it was only in an ephemeral life, or the flow of a thousand lifetimes. He would still love you in the end. To the end, and even after that.

ㅤThe doctor would eventually have to choose between you and the undeniable fate. But for now, allow him to be oblivious. To dream of something he never dared to, a tomorrow that had you in this little life together. Of a family.

ㅤAllow him to hold you closer, until you're engraved in his entire being. So that no matter what happens in this future, he'll always know how your love tasted. And how it was to love your thoughts, and the way you softly spoke his name, to ache for your presence and wish to be by your side.

ㅤSo that he never forget how your hands felt while caressing his face and his back when he got tired and sick. How it felt to finally be taken care of, after years of lonesomeness. That he never forgets how you looked like when you smiled whenever he woke you up with breakfast in bed, or how your hair smelled after the shower.

ㅤBaizhu knew either way his time was running out, and that even forever doesn't last long. But he figured it would be fine, because getting to meet and love you was worth it all. So allow him to offer you his last breath of life before the end.

ㅤThus was eternity, an everlasting feeling.

ㅤWriothesley had met you so long ago, even before he knew what the Fortress of Meropide was. Before, when his life was more full of life and starry skies. And he still remembers how you looked, your smile with a few teeth missing, and the way your knees were always bruised.

ㅤAnd he also remembers when everything fell apart. The day you slowly changed, when you felt like growing up faster, and time took away your innocence far too quickly.

ㅤWhen your smile disappeared and all there was left were apologetic looks from afar and your presence vanishing from his life.

ㅤIt started there, and thus his life was over in a blink. And he was stuck in the Fortress, no more than a teenager.

ㅤWriothesley also grew up after that, your face slightly fading out between memories and responsibilities.

ㅤUntil, he was met with sunshine one day again. When his body was weary and fallen. The first time the Duke ever fell sick, it was then he saw you again. A dreamlike presence between his fever thoughts.

ㅤYou looked older now, but you were still as beautiful as the day he saw you last.

ㅤThe last thing he heard before passing out was your voice, telling him to sleep a bit. And he thought, "What an idyllic dream."

ㅤBut you were still there when he awoke again and it took his breath away in an instant, still thinking that maybe now he was hallucinating. And it took you the longest time to explain that you were working in the Fortress now.

ㅤSometimes, Wriothesley would still suddenly ask you, "Why here?" and to that you would say, "Just because.", but you knew and he also knew that deep down, it was for him.

ㅤHe couldn't help the way his heart still fluttered like that of a teen experiencing his first love, just at the thought of you. He couldn't help but think the Fortress looked a tiny bit more bright with your presence there. That his life was replenished with so much tranquility.

ㅤAnd he would forever cherish every word you said to him.

ㅤHe was so stupidly in love with you, he knew. And probably had been for the longest time now.

ㅤAnd it didn't take long for the love between you both to flourish, and everyone would be a fool to say now that in the murky and damp Fortress of Meropide no flowers could bloom.

ㅤHis infatuation for you was like the gentlestest of lullabies, and the way he cherished you filled your heart to the brim until it overflowed. And no matter how much it spilled, you never minded it too much.

ㅤYou both had lost so much to the ebb and flow of time, and had sacrificed so much to arrive where you are now. So, for today, and the days that'll still come, you allow each other to this serendipity.

ㅤDancing under the faint lights and the seawater smell, while staring into a vast ocean through the giant window. To Wriothesley it was like watching an endless sunset by your side, even though there was no sun to be seen. None of you was especially skilled in dancing, your arms intertwined in all the wrong ways and your legs kept getting tangled up. But still, you remained joined in this messy dance.

ㅤWriothesley felt at peace whilst listening to the calm beating of your heart, and you eased up while hearing his relaxed breathing.

ㅤThe sound of your loud giggles filled the hall with happiness, and the faint music coming from the speakers was all that could be heard for now. And all the guards knew to keep to themselves and not approach that place, not to break the dome that seemed to envelop you both, like your love for each other was an entirely different reality.

ㅤStill, they smiled between themselves. Their boss, the ever so collected Duke, finally the happiest he could be. And they had no one to thank but you for it.

ㅤAnd if Wriothesley knew what they all thought and whispered among themselves, he would agree. For you had brought back his soul from the pit not even he knew it had fallen to. He entrusted his heart wholeheartedly to you, and he would do it a thousand times again.

ㅤSo break his heart a million times, and he would still look at you with a smile on his face and tell you, "Thank you, sunshine."

ㅤAnd if you choose to love him back with all you have, oh be prepared, for he will definitely, without a doubt, never let go of your hand again.

ㅤAnd to you, he wishes to be forever bound. For forever is contained in even a minute and your souls were akin.

ㅤLove was something that made people irrational and out of their minds. That's what Al Haitham thought. So why, why was he constantly thinking about you and felt like he was finally out of the darkness, like a blind man trying to follow the sound of a beating heart. And your heart out of all.

ㅤAl Haitham hated fate more than anything, for if it existed, it meant the choices humans made were all already prescribed somewhere like a finished book with no room for change. Although he didn't really mind living a life like that, he also couldn't help but sometimes feel a bit rebellious.

ㅤBecause there was simply no way to explain the way you were always within the vicinity, no matter where he went to escape from this wretched play and relax, besides fate itself acting. You, and your dense smiles and thoughtless words.

ㅤHe held no hostility towards you, he told Kaveh one day, to which the blonde man could only but sigh in despair and exasperation.

ㅤ“Yes, yes, sure. Whatever you say! Not like you're just feeling this way because you can't understand them like you wished.”

ㅤThat made Al Haitham stop and think for a while. Was that really the real reason that seeing you and talking to you ignited such a flame in his heart? That he simply wished to understand why you had such innocent ways to see the world?

ㅤThe Scribe was known to be a blunt man, someone no one ever wished to cross paths on a normal happy day. But why, he just couldn't seem to want to break your worldview, and he could never say any harsh words to you. The shine in your eyes always stopped him before he could even open his mouth.

ㅤAnd before he even realized, he would get himself staring at you one too many times in silence, while you waited for his opinion on some book you had read. He would do things he never would before merely because you mentioned you liked them.

ㅤ“I like this brand of tea from Fontaine very much! It is very sweet.” Al Haitham remembered what you said one day while sitting by his side in the library, while he was pretending to read again.

ㅤ“It's bitter…” What was even wrong with your taste buds after all?

ㅤHe now could only stare at the romance books piling up on his desk, and the way you seemed to be scribbled on all of the sentences there. Your heart was ascribed to him in all his favorite pages and you were written with all his favorite words.

ㅤWhat was special about you and what made you different from others? He wasn't so sure, but at the same time he dared to say he didn't care.

ㅤHe even sometimes would write his name along yours before catching himself and wondering if he was going insane. And now, he could just smile helplessly.

ㅤIt was a wonder to everyone how sudden Al Haitham seemed to change, not knowing how much he had mulled over it before. The fact he loved you was something he eventually had to come to terms with, and once done, it was quite easy to go on.

ㅤIf someone told him before that one day he would fall this hard for someone, to the point that their presence would be like an apricity in his life and the panacea to all his woes, he would've scoffed at them.

ㅤHow foolish. He thought, but he still allowed you to intertwine your arm with his while strolling around the city. He still stroked your face with gentleness whenever he was close to you, still twirled your hair in his fingers when he got bored from his paperwork, while you sat by his side, involved in your own work.

ㅤEven so, Al Haitham didn't mind it at all. In fact, if fate gave him a chance to go back, he would do everything the same way again for it led to you. He didn't mind the looks people gave him after seeing his love for you, for even before he was already a lunatic. So may he be even more of a lunatic for you.

ㅤIndeed, fate didn't seem all that bad after a while. If it allowed you both to stay together for as long as he could, then Al Haitham, and you, didn't mind being entangled on such unexplainable and pointless things.

small extra:

“You're so troublesome, you know?”

He had once again been dragged into one of your shenanigans around the Akademiya, and obviously you had gotten caught. If it wasn't for his position as the Scribe, he could only fathom what would have happened instead.

It definitely wouldn't include you cheerfully walking besides him like this was the happiest day of your life.

“But you still gave me a very long speech about why you love me anyway on that day during my break from studies, remember?” No matter what, your words never failed to make him shut his mouth immediately.

If there was anyone in the world that could win an argument against the Scribe, that would be you.

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˖ ࣪ Guys, thank you so so much for the 100 followers and the 1k notes on "when they lose you" post hehe, I never imagined myself getting this far into writing as I have always been quite insecure with the way I write the things that come into my mind but still, THANK YOU!!

also, thank you for reading this too 💗

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untoldstar · 1 year

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rich! yandere x fem reader pt.2

tw: yandere themes, stalking, obsessive behavior, abuse of power

“Thank you for squeezing us into your schedule, we hope you’ll take our offer into consideration. Please, take your time when coming to a decision” the man stands up gathering his papers swiftly and putting them in his briefcase, warner stands up, he has an expensive suit on the dark color of it dripping with luxury, its fit highlighting his muscular build, broad shoulders, perfect posture but his stature is still relaxed, he smiles politely at the man and nods "I'll think it over carefully, let me see you out" he leads the man outside exchange farewells and a handshake, once the man is out and the door is shut he lets out a sigh, that meeting lasted much longer than he expected, he walks across the office towards his desk, his office is spacious, wide shelves containing books, awards, files, on one side of the room a comfortable leather couch and sofa chair with a table in front of them, on the other side of it a small bar, his desk is intimidatingly long and behind it, the entire wall is glass overlooking the beautiful city.

He sits down on his desk chair and turns towards his monitor, his eyes softening once they settle on the screen, a soft smile ghosting his lips "my apologies my love, that took longer than I had expected" on his screen was a security camera footage, live footage of you working diligently at your job, he has access to security cameras everywhere and he installed a few in your house, he leans back in his chair watching you, he considers this a form of spending time with you, as well as making sure no one at your job crosses the line and causes him to get his hands dirty, once a co-worker of yours had thought he was high and mighty because he had gotten a promotion, a client of yours screwed up and caused a big commotion in the office and of course, he was blaming you for it, he watched the man raise his voice at you, he felt pride swell in his chest when you kept your composure and handled the situation like a professional, never cracking once, he loved that about you, still..the man was trash, there was no use for him around you, the next day news spread that he had been fired, he let out a low chuckle in amusement when the microphone on your computer caught you grumbling "serves him right" under your breath.

He's aware of sexual harassment in the workplace so when a filthy man in your office invaded your space when you were alone and groped you he wasted no time in throwing him in a ditch somewhere, not before cutting off his filthy hands for touching you of course, you were such a sweet pretty thing, he can't control the fact everyone wants a piece of you so he takes it upon himself to welcome anyone who tries to make a move on you, look at you, touch you or hurt you, he likes to see how confident they are in their actions for the irony of how pathetic they are when they're on their knees bleeding and pleading for mercy, you're more than capable of course but you're his love, anyone who touches you doesn't deserve to breathe.

He saw you rest your head on your desk "you poor thing you must be so exhausted" if you accept him he would make it all better for you, he'd give you his heart and soul if everything in the world wasn't enough for you, you still don't accept his gifts, at least you don't use them anyway, most of his gifts ended up being sent back or thrown out, except his most recent gift, the lingerie set he sent you is tucked deep in your closet, this piqued his curiosity, did you actually like his gift? were you planning on using it?

His head was in the clouds by now, he was starting to be convinced that you were happy with his gift, that you were finally ready for him, that you'd maybe show up at his doorstep, his present under your clothes, his breath hitched at the thought of what he bought you touching your soft skin.

He snapped back to reality when something on the screen caught his attention, you were talking and laughing with a man as you gathered your belongings, what raised his confusion is him leading you out of the office with his hand resting on your back, were you leaving with him?

He switched to the security camera of the parking lot and sure enough, he saw you getting in a car that wasn't yours with another man. He reached for his phone inside his suit and dialed a number, the line almost immediately picks up, the person on the other line waits patiently for orders, warner doesn't hesitate before he orders in a cold flat tone "follow her" he hangs up, his dark eyes set on the screen.

'my love..who is that man?'

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theemporium · 1 year

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ooh remus x bestfriend!reader, obvi they're in love but remus goes on a date with someone else and shit's just angsty. i love angst haha. but a happy ending would be nice

thank you for requesting!🖤

Remus Lupin knew he fucked up.

There were so many signs that should have pointed out that very fact to him earlier but he had failed to let them really sink in, and now he was sitting across from a girl he really didn’t care about with an immense amount of guilt and buzzed energy as his brain and body and soul screamed at him for being so fucking stupid.

He didn’t know why he did it. Maybe because a part of him wanted to go out with the witch who had been ogling him across the library, maybe because Sirius kept teasing him that he was in love with you and he wanted to prove his friend wrong. Whatever reason it was, it hadn’t stopped him from walking over, flashing the witch a smile and chatting away to her until a date had been set.

The first bell that should have rang in his head that this was all wrong was when he told you he had a date on Saturday and the way your face fell for a split second was enough to make his stomach twist in discomfort. That gut-punching feeling that didn’t disappear when you quickly smiled at him and told him that you couldn’t wait to hear about his date.

The next bell should have rang when he watched the witch approach him in the courtyard where they agreed to meet before their walk to Hogsmeade, and his first thought was that you would have never done your hair in the frevolent manner she had done so. But still, Remus kept pushing his feelings away and continued on with the date.

Now he was sitting beside her in a cramped booth in The Three Broomsticks, his thigh pressed against her thigh and his shoulder pressed against her shoulder and it was wrong. It was so very wrong and he couldn’t brush away the feeling no matter how hard he tried. He kept trying to tell himself that he was being dramatic, that Sirius had just gotten in his head and now he was overthinking everything.

But then she tried to kiss him and her lips had barely brushed his before Remus was scrambling away from the booth, spluttering out some half-assed apology mixed with an excuse before he bolted out of the establishment before he could even really feel guilty for the scene he created and the embarrassment he may have let the witch feel.

He couldn’t let himself feel anything except the unexplainable feeling to be far away from everyone else but you.

It had been a blur of emotions and twisted thoughts as he made his way back to Hogwarts, the chill biting into his cheeks and the tip of his nose but he didn’t care. He practically ran through the corridors to Gryffindor Tower, bursting through the painting after he rambled out the password and fell short when he found himself face to face with a displeased looking Lily Evans.

He tried to step around her but she quickly stepped in his way. He tried again but Lily put herself in his path once again.

“Lily, whatever this is—”

“She cares about you, Remus,” Lily stated simply.

Remus fell short. “What?”

“She’s your best friend and she cares about you and your happiness,” Lily continued. “And it’s that same reason that she will keep her mouth shut because she cares about you being happy more than anything else, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt her.”

His face fell a little when he realised what she was talking about. “Lily, I–”

“Don’t make it worse for her,” she said in a softer voice, the affection the redhead had grown for you over the years really shining through her words. You had become the sister she lost.

“I want to make it right,” Remus said in a serious voice.

Her brows furrowed. “What are—”

“I can’t do this right now,” he muttered before moving past the redhead with an apology, his long legs making it easy to take the steps up to the girls’ dormitories three steps at a time before he found himself standing outside your room. His fist thumped against the door as he impatiently waited for you to open.

No response.

He knocked again.

No response.

He knocked for a third time and he picked up the sound of shuffling from the other side of the door before he heard footsteps. And then the door swung open.

“Lily, I already said—” you paused, sniffling a little. “Remus?”

“Oh love,” his whispered response was the only thing that was able to leave his lips when he noticed your red rimmed eyes. You had been crying. You had been crying because of him. Because he was stupid and didn’t realise what was right in front of him this whole time.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, a frown forming on your lips. “Shouldn’t you be on your date?”

“I left,” he said simply.

Your frown deepened. “You left?”

“Yes.”

“Why? You seemed excited,” you said, clearing your throat a little.

“Because I realised something,” Remus told you.

“What?”

“That I was on a date with the wrong girl,” he said as he took a step towards you, his large hands cupping your face. “That I was an idiot for not realising that what I really wanted was right in front of me. That the girl I wanted was my best friend.”

Your eyes widened. “Remus—”

“You’re the one I want, baby,” he whispered, his thumbs swiping your cheeks. “Just you, nobody else.”

Your hands fisted the material of his knitted sweater as you pulled him down, your lips meeting in a messy but passionate kiss. His hands squished your cheeks before they dropped to cup your neck, keeping you in place as he slowly began to guide you back into your room.

“Let me make it up to you for being an idiot?” he murmured against your lips.

He delighted in the way your smile felt against his.

“Give it your best shot, Lupin.”

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lovetei · 10 months

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hey , i saw ur profile and can i please ask for a favor , yesterday was the worst day on my life, i had a bad grade on my last exam for college and now i can't do what i want with my friends leaving me alone i feel like i can end my life anytime, so please if u can do the obey me boys comforting me or smth please and thanks

Omg hey, please don't say those, there are just times where everything and everyone are against you but who knows, maybe tomorrow or the next day will be the best day? Please be happy :( 🖤

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The characters comforting you after you experienced an extremely frustrating day

Versions: Demon brothers, Side Characters

Warnings: Hyperventilating, burn out, MC feeling sad in different ways, nose bleeding, unhealthy studying behavior

Links: Masterlist

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LUCIFER

Lucifers day is the same as usual

Wake up, eat, work, eat, sleep, repeat

But the sleep part was immediately erased from his schedule when he saw you

It was already dark outside

And everyone else has already gone on their way home

And he expected you to have done the same as he already memorized your schedule

But when he saw you, sitting on a bench, alone, inside the garden of RAD

Crying and almost hyperventilating

His none existant soul almost flew away from his body

He ran up to you and sat beside you

Just what the hell happened?

He checked around you for any visible injuries or wounds but there's none

MC why don't you answer him?! He'll help you with literally anything just talk to him!

And then that's when you shakily handed him a piece of paper

He must say that the score is low

But definetly not something to worry about considering the amount of other works you excelled at

"Is it because your score at this test..?" He asked oh so softly, his voice so low and comforting as if any sudden surprise will shatter you

You just nodded innocently

To be honest with himself, this is unlike any other exam for him where he knows or at least he got the idea of what's the answer or what to do

He's completely lost

He never saw you cry this hard before

He can't say "It's okay..." As he pat your back because its obviously not for you

So he just turned into his demon form and hugged your currently vulnerable form with his large, black wings

Hoping that the temporary comfort of keeping you,

Hiding you from the world can help you.

Don't worry, MC.

He's right here...

MAMMON

Mammon's day is as usual too

He just went out to gamble for a few games and won large prizes

He's actually on his way to your room to treat you into something nice until he heard sobs,

Sobs from inside your room

And you're there on the floor with almost everything around you in places where they should not be

Just what happened to your day to make you feel this much...

After a few second of standing there shocked

He finally regained his composure and hugged you from behind

Preventing you from furthering any damage that may hurt you too

"MC CALM DOWN!" is all he can say because it felt like he'll start to cry too if he says more

He's glad that the moment he grasped you,

You just fell into him, cometely exhausted and still a crying mess

He asked what happened and...

It's because every went wrong..?

You got kicked out of your job...

You failed a exam...

Oh...

He doesn't know what to do except to hug you and pat your back as he whispered praises and comforting words in your ears

Saying your enough

You did much more than those exams

That you mean more

And that there will always be a tomorrow

Where he'll be there

Everyone will be there to assist and support your every decision

So just take a break and let him do the rest.

LEVIATHAN

He doesn't know how to react,

He doesn't know how to react when he saw you in his tub

Buried in his blankets and pillows

Trying to quite down your cries

Without even noticing that he's there

Standing beside you

"M-MC..." He stuttered out as his hand reached out to touch your cheeks

You're crying so much...

What do he do?!

He doesn't know what to do...

So without he thought he joined you in the tub and hugged you.

His tail slithering it's way around your waist

Pulling you even closer as if just wanting to merge with you

He then hide his face on your neck and said

"I... I l-love..." He wants to assure you that he's right there and that whatever happens he will stay at the same place

And wait for you

"You... I love MC... So p-please stop c-crying..." You don't even know who's having more trouble right now

You who literally have the worst day

Or Leviathan that is about to burst trying to comfort you

But you must say...

His breathing on your neck

And his warm body totally comforts you

The blue light of the room and the sound of water from the large aquarium adds up too

When you finally respond to him saying a small "Thank you, Levi."

He'll almost tear up.

Thank you for everything too, MC.

SATAN

He knows something was up with you

The pact mark, he felt it slightly burning up

He must admit

He likes the feeling of you being connected to him

But he knows you don't feel the same way.

Wrath isn't for humans at all

So he went around the house looking for you

And luckily he saw you enter the library

Fists clutched

Darkened eyes

And gritted teeth

He's surprised

The amount of burning he felt in the pact mark is definetly dangerous

And yet you managed to keep your calm demeanor...

He didn't dare enter the library until the mark warmed up a little

He also prevented everyone from entering it too

He waited patiently outside the library

Leaning on the wall doing nothing

And even though there is nothing to do for him, the burning sensation is enough to keep him busy

But the burning fire didn't warm up

It dissappeared

And that's not normal

Could you have fainted..?

He immediately stood up from the ground and opened the door

And there he saw you on the table

Books littered on the table until there's now space

And you sitting there with a bloody nose, crying, as you try to push yourself to study

The sight is enough to break his heart into pieces

He closed the door and locked it as he slowly walked to you

And even though he makes his prescense known, and you noticed him

You refuse to even look at his direction saying "Go away... I need this."

You don't.

Punishing yourself will not cause you any good.

He pulled out his handkerchief and gently moved your face to make you look at him.

He cleaned your nose and poured you a glass of water from the pitcher he filled up earlier and left inside the library

He just kept his handkerchief in your nose and tilted your head a bit until the bleeding stopped

He then carried you to the sofa, away from all those books

Before he sat on the ground and rested his head on your lap

Kittens do these to him and it always keep him calm

He hope he does the same to you...

ASMODEUS

He knows how to comfort people he knows

But he doesn't know how to comfort people he loves...

Do you want a glass of wine?

Skin care?

Should he brush your hair?

He'll do anything for you, just tell him.

He can't help but have his heart sink when you opened up to him about how witty your day got.

But now...

All he can do is take care of you.

Put you in the tub and take care of you like a royalty

Before putting you into the bed and laying beside you

His arms and legs entangled with yours as if he never wants to let go of you

He will tap your leg and pat your back until you fell asleep in his arms

And when you finally did

He can't help but cry himself too because

"How come I don't even know what they want to do when they're sad..?"

He loves you dearly, MC

Please know it and hang a little more there...

He'll make sure this life will be worth living for you tomorrow.

BEELZEBUB

What should he do..?

He doesn't know what to do...

He felt so bad that he doesn't know who to comfort you...

So without thinking he bent down a little and lifted you up before running away.

You kept on asking him where you two will be going but he just said "Trust me."

And here he take you to a roof top of a tall building

Him and his brothers seems to own this place as the staffs address him respectfully

You and him sat on top of that place and watched as the run set and as the stars become more visible

He loves these stars and he wants to show it to you

Hoping that the stars will magically make you feel better

He doesn't like seeing you like this, it makes him feel useless.

You know how to tame care of them when they're upset, mad and hungry

But he doesn't even know what to do for you when you feel those things

But if catching these stars will make you happy, he'll gladly do so just for you

But for now

Lay your head on his shoulder and say all of things you can't

And he'll be there to listen to your every word

And if you feel tired

Rest

Because tomorrow he'll be taking you to the sixth ring and show you all the things that might make you feel happy.

BELPHEGOR

He was asleep

But he woke up immediately when you threw yourself on top of his sleeping for sobbing

He can't help but panic when you started to sob the phrase "I failed my last test..!"

And no, he's not panicking because you might fail

He's panicking because he doesn't know how to make you stop crying too

Gosh, these brothers are hopeless

He'll sat you up on his lap and let you straddle him as he run his hand through your hair

He'll then lay you beside him and use a few tricks to make you have wonderful dreams

Things that makes you happy

Things that makes you calm

For short, him.

Once you're already asleep he'll enter a part of your memory and find why you're upset.

...

He's so sorry MC.

You need him all throughout the day and he's not even there...

When he saw the teacher who gave you a low score on this project

He'll give that guy a very secret gift

One that he'll remember for the rest of his life

One that will reassure him that the guy will never bother you

Ever again.

For now, sleep tight

And let him solve this issue his way.

#obey me fluff #obey me headcanons #obey me nightbringer #obey me scenarios #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me angst #obey me asmodeus #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mc

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bedsyandco · 5 months

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Better off Together • Emerson x Will

23 December ‘23

Emerson was sitting in one of her favourite cafés in San Jose, enjoying the company of Thomas and William a few days before Christmas. She’d been soaking up these few days back home, enjoying the break from Boston and the situation she found herself in there. It’s been a few weeks and Em can finally think about Will without feeling like she’s going to throw up.

“How’s lover boy doing?” Thomas asks teasingly.

“He’s uh- I wouldn’t know actually. We ended it.”

“You ended it?” William asks

“He ended it,” Emerson say, seemingly fascinated with the menu laying in front of her

“He ended it?” Thomas asks disbelievingly

“Yes Thom, that’s what I said. He broke up with me.”

“Why?” Thomas asks

“A lot of reasons. The main one being that I didn’t want to tell my dad about us yet and that meant keeping our relationship a secret. And the fact that he thinks I don’t love him.”

“Do you? Love him?” William asks and Em nods still not making eye contact with them.

“Did you tell him?” Thomas asks

“Even if I did, actions speak louder than words and he was right mine doesn’t say that I love him,” Emerson says

“Why don’t you wanna tell your dad?” William asks

“I just don’t know how he’s gonna react, with how everything ended with Jason. And Will is apart of our organization, it would be frowned upon for me to be romantically involved with him,” Emerson explains

“I’m pretty sure your dad already knows.” Thomas says

“There’s no way,” Em argues

“He went to Boston multiple times over the last few months. Did he come see you once? Because if he didn’t, who else is in Boston except Will?” Thomas asks

“The sharks played Boston at some point,” she says

“Not more than once. I’m like 99.8% sure your dad has been visiting Will and I wouldn’t be surprised to find out he’s known all this time.” Thomas says

“He would’ve said something. They both would have said something.” she argues

“Or maybe both of them were waiting for you to tell them,” William says and Em bites her lip while she contemplates this information.

“I have to go,” she says abruptly making her way out of the cafe and into her car, driving home.

—

“Dad?” Emerson asks, knocking on her dad's home office door.

“Come in sweetheart,” her dad calls and she pushes open the door, entering the room and sitting on one of the chairs, wiping her hands on her pants nervously.

“What’s wrong Emmy,” her dad asks worriedly

“Can we talk about something?” Em asks and her dad closes his laptop, giving her his full attention. A rare occurrence.

“It’s um-“ em starts, unsure of how to word this properly.

“Is this about a certain boy? He looks a little bit like a Disney prince.” her dad asks amused

“You do know,” she accuses and her dad only smiles

“Of course I know Emmy. You’re my daughter and he’s one of my prospects, you really thought you could hide that from me?” her dad asks gently, a little bit of hurt shining through his expression at the thought that she’d want to.

“I wasn’t sure how you were going to react, knowing he’s part of our team and it would complicate things. Also the way things ended with Jason-“ she says and her dad cuts her off

“Let’s not even go there. Don’t even say his name. Will’s nothing like him.” her dad says and she eyes him sceptically

“You know him well?” Em questions her father

“I’ve had dinner with him a few times. Threatened to keep him in the minors for years if he kept seeing you,” her dad says and Em’s jaw drops

“You did not,”

“I did. Kid took it like a champ though. Respectfully told me that I need him just as much as he needs me, which is true. Also told me that he loves my daughter and he’s going to continue seeing her despite what I had to say. Our dinners after that were quite pleasant, mostly discussing his hockey.”

“So…if I were to tell you that I was in love with said Disney prince looking hockey player… you would approve?” Em asks

“Let’s just say if you have to date a hockey player, I’m glad it’s him,” her dad says and she smiles faintly, standing up at the same time her dad does and going to give him a hug.

“Dad?” She mumbles against his chest

“Yeah?”

“Can you buy me a plane ticket to Sweden?” she asks sweetly smiling up at him

“It will be waiting for you under the tree,” her dad answers, kissing her on the head.

—

25 December ‘23

Em: “Merry Christmas Pretty boy,”

Is the text Will wakes up to on Christmas morning and he really does feel like a little kid on Christmas because of it. It wasn’t expected. Him and Em, while on civil terms haven’t communicated much, if at all, since their break up, but she seemed in a good mood and he missed her so he wasn’t about to ruin it for both of them. She hasn’t called him pretty boy in so long.

Will: “Merry Christmas Princess,”

Em: “Good luck tomorrow.”

Is the response he receives and he’s a little disappointed because that seems a lot like goodbye already.

Will: “you’d love Sweden. We miss you.”

Is what he decides to text back, knowing she could see everyone’s posts, and the whole group was here but her.

—

31 December ‘23

Em feels a little nervous as she sits next to Rory, gripping her hand tight. She doesn’t know if this was the best decision, showing up to the game wearing Will’s jersey. Her flight got there last night and she went to bed as soon as she got to the hotel, sleeping right up until she had to start getting ready for the game.

She texted Rory before deciding to come to Sweden, coordinating hotels and arena seats. They were sitting right in front of the glass, behind Jacob’s net. The first guy that notices her is Jacob, sending her a little smile, and he really doesn’t look that surprised to see her at all. Rory must have told him she was coming.

Then comes Drew and Gabe, both spotting her at the same time. Drew only nods politely but Gabe stops and points to her saying “nice jersey” before skating away.

Ryan and her spot each other at the same time but she glances away first not wanting to prolong that communication, dismissing him effectively as he we skates past them without stopping towards two girls sitting only a few seats away from them. She recognizes them from Rory’s instagram knowing one of them is dating Ryan. She would be more intrigued to study the girl that her best friend is supposedly so infatuated with but Will comes into her vision in that exact moment capturing all her attention.

He’s so shocked to see her all his movements stop and for a second he’s just standing there looking at her until Gabe shoots a puck into his skate, snapping him out of it.

Em wipes her hands on her pants before bending down to pick up her sign, holding it up to the glass so that Will can see.

“Score a goal…Score a date”

Will shoots her a wide grin, no doubt also thinking about the fact that this is how their first date also came to be.

“Just one?” Will asks and she nods.

“The reservation is already made, for when we’re back.” She says, so Will knows that even if he doesn’t score tonight, she still wants to go on that date. Will sends her a smile, putting his hand on the glass for a moment before skating away, knowing this wasn’t easy for her. Though he wasn’t sure that wearing his jersey in Sweden, where barely anyone knew them had the same significance as wearing it at home would, it was a step, and he could acknowledge that.

—

The night ends in a win for the guys and she returns to the hotel, not sure if it was the best idea to wait for Will to come out of the locker room like the other girls.

An hour or so later Em was just about to get in her bed when she heard a knock on her hotel door. The sight she saw when she opened the door was one she was sure she wouldn’t soon forget. Will was standing there, in his game suit, the top two buttons undone, his hair a little messy and still damp from his shower.

“Hi,” she says a little dumbfounded and Will smirks at her.

“You gonna let me in?” he asks amused and Em opens the door wider, letting Will slip inside.

“You’re in Sweden,” he simply states taking off his blazer and hanging it across the vanity chair.

“I’m in Sweden,” she confirms even though they can both obviously see she’s here.

“You flew to Sweden, from California?” Will asks

“I did,” she answers

“You’re in Swe-“

“Yes Will. I’m in Sweden, I flew here from Cali. Ask me why I’m here,” she says impatiently

“I don’t think I wanna know the answer to that,” Will says softly and Em’s heart falls to her stomach.

“Will-“

“I shouldn’t have said yes to the date. At least not until we’ve talked. I was just too excited to see you and I wasn’t really thinking,” Will says quickly, taking a seat on her bed while she stands in the middle of the room.

“Okay.” Em replies, not sure what else to say, trying to hide her hurt and panic although she’s sure Will can see right through her.

“Why’d you come to Sweden?” Will asks and Em connects her hands behind her back, hoping to hide her nerves surrounding this conversation.

“For you. I talked to my dad. He knew about us. And you knew he knew,” she says softly

“Yeah we’ve met a few times, told him the very first time he came to Boston. Well I didn’t really have to tell him, he already knew.”

“Why didn’t you tell me. Things would’ve been so different if I had know-“

“No they wouldn’t have. Because you weren’t the one making that decision to be with me publically. The decision was already made for you. If your dad hadn’t already known, and I didn’t break up with you, you wouldn’t have told him and we’d still be sneaking around.” Will says with a non-negotiable tone. Not that em could really argue with that. He was right.

“You’re right. If you didn’t break up with me I wouldn’t have told him, not any time soon. We would still be keeping us a secret, and that wasn’t fair to you, and I’m sorry.”

“You really hurt my feelings,” Will says softly and Em stops herself from walking closer and touching him. This was a hard conversation they needed to have. And they both had to have a clear mind for it.

“I know. And I’m sorry Will. Please believe me when I say it was never my intention to hurt you, and me keeping this relationship a secret also had nothing to do with you. It was all me and my issues and insecurities and past. You’re…you’re everything I want. You’re perfect for me and it kills me that I messed it up before I even really had the chance to experience it.” Em says and crouches down in front of Will, taking his hands into hers.

“If I was a better person I would tell you that I don’t deserve you, that there’s some other girl that will treat you better, and there probably is, but I’m selfish and I want you all to myself. I know I messed up, and I’m sorry. But I promise I’ll do better this time. I’m gonna make mistakes Will, but I promise I’m gonna love you enough so it’ll be worth it.” she finishes and there’s a moment where she feels a flash of embarrassment. That she just laid her heart out like that. That she’s on her knees begging her ex to take her back. But she clings to that little part inside her heart telling her it’s Will and the moment of embarrassment and vulnerability is worth it.

“I wanna believe you. I do. I just-“

“I know. I get it. I heard you. Actions speak louder than words and I’m trying. I’m not asking for all of your love and your trust all at once. All I’m asking is a chance to earn it back.”

“You did fly to Sweden for me,” Will concedes with a little smile

“I did”

“You also wore my jersey,” he says, running his hand over the back of her neck.

“I did. I should’ve been wearing it all along. It looks a lot better than the other ones, don’t you think?”

“I do,” he answers, resting his forehead on top of hers and all he wants to do is kiss her, but he can’t, not yet. So he pulls away. He stands and pulls her up with him, gently pulling her in and squeezing her tight. He lets himself hold her for just a moment, enjoying the feeling again.

“I have to go before they notice I’m gone,” Will whispers, kissing her head and grabbing his blazer.

“Hey Em?” He says just as he’s about to walk out the door.

“Yeah,”

“I scored tonight, know what that means?” He asks unable to stop the smile booming on his face.

“What?”

“You owe me a date Princess,”

#❥ — ꒰ emerson + will ꒱

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stevethehairington · 1 year

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for the writing prompt, can I request numbers 37 & 64? It sounded so cute in my head 🥺

hiiii! thank you for the prompts!! double action hell yeah!! these two go soooo well together too omg.

you did not say any specific pairing, so i went ahead and wrote steddie because they are my default <3

37. "can i kiss you" + 64. "it's two sugars, right?"

Eddie wakes up in his bed feeling more peaceful than he has in a long time.

He lets consciousness return to him slowly, basking in the soft sunlight that seeps through the blinds, the cozy warmth of the bedsheets, and the delicious ache of his body as he stretches out.

The memories of last night trickle back to the forefront of his brain, and a syrupy smile spreads across his face.

Eddie hums contentedly and nuzzles into the pillow. Lazily, he wonders if his luck has stuck around long enough for a round two (or round three, really) in his near future.

But when he sweeps his arm out from under himself and towards the other side of the bed — towards the body that’s supposed to be there, all it catches is air. There’s a lingering warmth against the sheets, but it’s the only sign that anyone was there at all.

Eddie blinks his eyes open properly and sits up. Disappointment wells up as his sight confirms what his touch had told him:

Steve is gone.

Oh.

It… it stings. Eddie can’t say that it doesn’t. Maybe it was naive of him to think that last night had meant as much to Steve as it did to him, but he had. Thought that.

The idea that this whole thing was just… just a one night stand? It hurts. Eddie doesn’t want it to be a one night stand. Steve had been so sweet, too. So attentive. It didn’t feel like a one night stand for him either. But what did Eddie know? Maybe that’s just how Steve is with all of his bed partners. Maybe he just makes them all feel that special.

Or, shit. Maybe Steve isn’t even into guys. Maybe he’d thought that he was and last night just proved that no, actually, he’s not. Except — no, no. That can’t be true. The sounds he was making last night were way too real to be fake. That was enjoyment, no if’s, and’s, or but’s about it.

So then maybe Steve just isn’t into Eddie. And instead of being honest with him, instead of telling him straight up, he slipped out before Eddie could wake up. He didn’t have the guts to break Eddie’s heart, so he just… left. Disappeared. It’s a dick move, but… sometimes old habits die hard, right? Maybe his heart wasn’t so gold that the assholery couldn’t slip back through the cracks.

But Eddie can’t believe that either. Not with the way Steve’s been looking at him. Smiling at him. All of the excuses he’d make to be around Eddie; and the constant touches to his shoulder, his arm, his back, and the way they lingered; the way he’d laugh at everything Eddie had to say, even if it wasn’t funny. There’s no way Eddie read the signs wrong. Steve was interested. In Eddie.

Before Eddie can spiral any further, though, a creak sounds off from somewhere outside of his bedroom and he freezes in place. Wayne isn’t home yet, he’d taken a double shift at the plant today, and won’t be home until the evening. Which means, unless Eddie’s home is being robbed, there’s only one other person that could be snooping through the kitchen cupboards like that…

His heart starts to jump rope in his chest as he ambles out of his bedroom, down the short hall, and into the kitchen. And, just as he thought— just as he hoped, he finds Steve standing at the counter.

He’s still sleepsoft, in nothing but his boxers (or maybe those are Eddie’s, actually) and one of Eddie’s worn old t-shirts. His hair is flat, rumpled in the front and sticking up in the back, like he’d slept on it funny. There are still pillow creases in his cheek. He is beautiful.

He’s also speaking to the ancient coffee maker in a mild-mannered tone, whispering gentle encouragements and positive affirmations to it, like those will coax it into finally working right.

Fat chance.

“Come on, baby, come on. You can do it! You can make a cup of coffee, I know you can! Come on, work with me here,” Steve pleads.

When the coffee machine continues to do nothing, Steve curses under his breath and smacks his palm against the side.

Eddie can’t help himself as he snorts at the Jekyll and Hyde change of heart, and Steve startles at the sound, spinning around.

“Oh, hey,” he says, shoulders relaxing when he realizes it’s just Eddie.

“Hey,” Eddie replies, and his cheeks warm for no good reason. “I see you’ve met Leonard.”

Steve’s nose scrunches up. “Who the fuck is Leonard?”

Eddie jerks his chin towards the coffee maker. “Leonard,” he introduces. “He’s a crotchety old fucker. Only does what you want when he wants to. Kind of like Wayne.”

Steve laughs. “You just gotta treat him right then. That’s all. A little sweet talking is all it takes.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah — Harrington charm hasn’t failed me yet. Just you watch.”

Steve pets the side of the coffee machine, caresses it, more like. He leans in close and whispers, “Come on, big guy. I know you can do it. Just give me some of that sweet sweet lifeblood you’re so good at making, that’s all I want.”

The smooth tone and the flattery make Eddie think of last night again — the praise and the exaltation and the so good, baby, so good for me that Steve kept repeating like a prayer.

None of this now is directed at him, but he still feels hot all over. (Is it reasonable to be jealous of a fucking coffee maker?)

But then, against all odds, Leonard sputters to life. First, a tiny little drip. Then another, and another, and another, until finally a full stream of hot, fresh coffee spills into the waiting carafe below.

Holy shit. Steve can talk anything over the edge, apparently. Harrington charm indeed.

Steve brightens and sends a triumphant grin Eddie’s way. It’s tinged with smugness too, and Eddie shakes his head at him. (Fondly, always fondly.)

“Hah, see? I still got it,” Steve boasts. He waggles his eyebrows and Eddie wants to kiss him again.

He doesn’t know if he can, though. He doesn’t know what this is, and he doesn’t want to make assumptions.

Instead, Eddie moves over to the table and drops himself into one of the chairs. “You makin’ breakfast?” He asks.

“Just coffee,” Steve responds, “but I can make something to eat if you want.”

A home cooked breakfast sounds so nice. All Eddie usually eats in the mornings is toast or cereal. Something hot off the stove would be a treat. But Eddie doesn’t want to rope Steve into cooking for him if he doesn’t want to. If he… has other plans. Like leaving. Eddie doesn’t know his morning after habits.

“No, it’s okay,” Eddie tells him.

He’s about to add on that maybe just a cup of coffee for himself would be nice, if that’s not too much trouble for Steve, but Steve is two steps ahead, as always.

He brushes up against Eddie’s side and sets a steaming mug right in front of him.

“It's two sugars, right?” He asks.

Eddie blinks up at him. “Yeah, I— how’d you know that?”

Steve smiles. “I pay attention.”

And it’s— it’s so fucking sweet. Steve’s never made Eddie a single cup of coffee in his life but— but he knows how Eddie takes it anyways. And he made it for him without even asking. Just thought of Eddie, like it was no big deal. Like he wanted to do something nice for him.

Steve turns to go back to Leonard and pour his own cup of coffee, but Eddie lunges forward to catch his wrist before he can go far.

“Can I kiss you?”

Steve wrinkles his nose, tilts his head. “You have to ask?”

Eddie purses his lips and ducks his head. It’s a little embarrassing that he does have to ask. It makes him feel a little bad, too. Like he’s doubting Steve or something.

But he’s never done this before. Any of it. He doesn’t want to assume. He doesn’t want to get his hopes up.

“I wasn’t sure,” Eddie replies.

“Eddie,” Steve says, sliding into the seat across from him. “We did a lot more than just kiss last night,” he points out.

And, yeah, they sure did. Eddie fights a flush as the memories of last night flood back. Steve on his back, Steve between his legs, Steve with his mouth and his hands all over Eddie, making him feel so good.

Eddie shrugs. “Yeah, but that was last night,” he says, curling in on himself a little. He hates that he feels so insecure about this. Hates that he has to even bring it up. “It’s morning now. It’s a new day. It’s— I’m not sure— I just don’t know if last night was, like, some one time thing for you or…” he trails off. Shrugs again. His fingers toy with the handle of the mug in front of him.

Steve reaches out across the table to take Eddie’s hands. His thumbs brush over the tops of his knuckles, and he waits for Eddie to meet his eyes before he smiles — soft and sweet and warm.

“It’s not just a one time thing for me, it’s really really not. I’m, like, so into you it’s kind of crazy,” Steve admits, a little breathless as he says it. “I want… I want everything with you. I want as much as you’ll give me.”

Eddie’s heart somersaults beneath his ribs, backflips across his chest, puts on a whole god damn gymnastics routine.

“That’s— yeah. I want that too,” he confesses back, twisting his hands in Steve’s so that he can tangle their fingers together properly.

The smile that lights up Steve’ face is brighter than the sun. Prettier, too.

“Steve,” Eddie says.

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Steve laughs, and he nearly knocks over the chair in his haste to stand up and round the table. He pushes himself into the space between Eddie’s knees, and cups Eddie’s face between his hands, holds his head like it’s something precious. Like he’s something precious.

“Yes,” Steve says, “you can.”

So Eddie pulls him into his lap, and he kisses him.

100 ways to say i love you prompts

#asks #justalittlefungi #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #mack writes #macks ficlets

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anon-e-miss · 2 months

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A Tough of Sight - 9

Somehow, Prowl lost all concept of time. They lingered at the lunch table. The soup Punch had served a crusty loaf of energon bread to dip in it, was rich and flavourful. Prowl could not think of a time where he had tasted better fuel. It was simpler fare than he had been served in the palace and superior in every way. Perhaps his regular diet of cheap cubes had dulled his pallet but he did not believe that to be the case. Punch’s cooking was not about impressing his betters, it was about fuelling and comforting the mechanisms he fed. Bluestreak did a happy wiggle as he ate the soup and Prowl smiled as Smokescreen snickered. Though Prowl could not see Bluestreak’s face, his doorwings did not have the sensors for such fine detail, he could see his shape, see the cant of his doorwings and Prowl new he was enjoying his meal.

“Such a sweetspark,” Punch praised Bluestreak. “Did ya wanna help me wit the tapestry ‘m weavin’? O’ course ya won’t wreck it, Bitlet.”

“Bluestreak has never taken so easily to any mech,” Prowl told Jazz as he stayed at the table as Jazz cleared it.

“Except for you, Creator,” Smokescreen corrected him.

“It was really more you he was taken with, Smokescreen,” Prowl told his creation. “He was quite terrified me when you brought him to me. In fairness to him, I could not have been pleasant to look at.”

“How’d ya find Bitty Blue, Smokey?” Jazz asked. Prowl’s sparked fluttered in a funny way. It would have been unheard of for anyone to be so familiar with Smokescreen, even Prowl had been to free in their interactions. They were sweet pet-designations.

“I was looking for medicine for Creator,” Smokescreen explained. Prowl listened to the harmonics in Smokescreen’s voice, ready to hush him and to warn the Lord Inquisitor off but Smokescreen’s voice was clear and strong. “Creator doesn’t complain but he was in so much pain and he was running a fever ‘cause the burns were infected. He was resting and I wasn’t supposed to go far... but I did. I heard running energon. We hadn’t had anything to eat or drink in... forever it felt like... I thought it would help, maybe. I followed the sound into a cave. I found Bluestreak all alone sitting on the far side of an underground river. Everything before that had been scorch but the river must have stopped it because everything on his side was... perfect.”

“How long were the three o’ ya travellin’ alone for?” Jazz asked.

“A quartex,” Prowl replied. “I think. We stumbled upon a refugee camp.”

“They tried to chase us off,” Smokescreen had a sneer in his voice.

“They were scared,” Prowl hushed him.

“You were hurt,” Smokescreen countered.

“I was not the only one,” Prowl replied.

No, Prowl had not been the only injured mechanism in the camp. The stench of infection had been been everywhere Prowl had turned. There had only been one mechanism in camp with any training in first aid, a farmer’s creation who had learned to tend the ills of the sheepacron they had raised. With smoke still hanging heavy in the air, it had kept the odour of rotting sentio-metallico from fading. There had been no solvent, no coolant and no clear source of energon. Prowl had taken the mechlings away from camp in search of a few breaths of clean air. He had almost missed the faint tinkle of the wiluite they walked past. His audials and doorwings had not been so well tuned then and he had felt blindly along the ground for a while before uncovering a cluster of crystals under the broken root of a fallen tree. Another survivor had found a creek and between the two pumices and tisanes had been brewed and more of the wounded had survived thanks to these interventions than otherwise might have.

“I learned I could find crystals blind,” Prowl explained. “I did not plan to forage for our living but I learned quickly that begging is a dangerous way to try and survive. Traffickers tried to buy the mechlings from me and I knew I had to do something else lest one of these monsters snatch them from me when my guard was down. I trained my doorwings and my audials to guide my servos. We do not prosper but we do well.”

“I can see clear as crystal how well ya take care o’ these two,” Jazz said. “Ya must o’ had Blue seen by a medic.”

“There is no physical cause to his mutism,” Prowl explained. “And so nothing for them to treat. Often, even his servos are mute, his doorwings usually are. I do not know precisely what he saw but I know it was a horror because that is the story all Praxians share. Every time he becomes a little surer of his “voice” something spoils it. I am amazed at how well he has bounced back this time.”

“This time?”

“The teacher at the temple screamed at him for not answering,” Smokescreen explained. “He knew Blue doesn’t talk but he thought we were making excuses and making him weak. I got in his face and he hit me. See? You can see the scar. Fixit said it’ll probably disappear since I’m young and healthy.”

“Did ya report the slagsucker?” Jazz asked, his tone dark and foreboding as he looked over Smokescreen’s servo. He did not apologize for his crass language. Prowl elected not to scold him.

“The medic I called did,” Prowl replied. “The priest we spoke to at the Cornerstone took issue as well. I believe the cur will be disciplined.”

“Good,” Jazz said. “If they leave anythin’ for me, I might put some licks in o’ my own.”

“You do not need to trouble yourself,” Prowl replied.

“Ain’t trouble,” Jazz replied. “Scrappin’ bullies is a pleasure.”

Prowl imagined Jazz meant it. He knew the duties of the Lord Inquisitor did not end at operating a spy network and he doubted Jazz prioritized keeping his servos cleaning when enemies were revealed, either from within Iacon or beyond its borders. The Optics of Praxus had not been so different, though Prowl could not picture Camshaft walking through markets to recruit his agents, Praxus chief spy had bloodied his servos when the situation called for it. Prowl had lived his whole life under the watchful gaze of hundreds of spies, both those employed by the Optics and those employed by any number of dukes and earls, each of them waiting for him to make a misstep and he had always thought Camshaft to be the exact same sort until the last Optics of Praxus had defied Nightstalker and abetted the escape of the sparklings of executed lords, “traitors” to the Emperor’s reign. Camshaft had paid for that act of mercy with his life. Faced with the same situation, Prowl believe Jazz would make the same choice but perhaps that was just wishful thinking.

Somehow, they visited so long with Jazz and Punch that Punch insisted they might as well stay for dinner. Smokescreen had been delighted by the invitation to help with dinner. He had never cooked, neither had Prowl, princes did not dirty their servos with such menial tasks. If a prince wished to occupy his servos, he might go hunting, write poetry or arrange crystals. Though the nobility often had greenhouses on their estates, they were usually staffed by gardeners. They might play about with propagation but they did not turn the soil or weed the garden beds. Prowl had been consider eccentric for his tending his own crystals and for dancing for them. As it had stood, many of his predecessors had been known for eccentricities and his gardening hobby had been quite mild compared to those of his ancestors, and his elder brother.

Jazz dug out a bag and marbles and showed Bluestreak how to play the game. Prowl stretched his doorwings wide and basked in moment. Smokescreen snickered at something Punch said and Bluestreak’s near mute doorwings fluttered as Jazz praised him. These were good mechs, truly good mechs. Prowl could believe Jazz did the work he did for the sake of the citizens of Iacon and not for fame and fortune. They both appeared to shun the temples and yet they were more godly mechs than any priest Prowl had known. He doubted he would be of much use of to Jazz, beyond reporting on counterfeit coin or petty scams. Apart from his time spent selling crystals, Prowl was reclusive. It was not an accident that he put his mat down well away from the corner of the market most Praxians. Though neither he or Smokescreen wore the armour of royalty, Prowl feared someone might one mega-cycle recognize them. His burns served as something of a mask and Smokescreen had largely been kept from public view but even if it was unlikely, it was not impossible that they might one mega-cycle cross paths with someone who had attended court and there was nothing that scared him more.

“Let me walk ya home,” Jazz said after dinner.

Prowl thought he should demure. He knew the market, as did his creations but Prowl knew Jazz would insist and Punch would as well. Beyond that, Prowl found he liked the Lord Inquisitor’s company. Bluestreak’s doorwings danced on his back. They did not move in a manner that “spoke” glyphs but in emotion. Bluestreak held knit lupinoid toy to his chassis. Punch had given it to him from his stock. It was now the single most precious thing in Bluestreak’s world. Smokescreen gave Bluestreak and “Woof” a piggyback ride as Prowl walked behind with Jazz, keeping his creations “in sight” in the only way he had. The air was cool on his plating but not unpleasantly so. Soon Saltus would give way to Calor and the dark-cycles would become unpleasantly hot. Such was the way of the seasons. In the next quartex Prowl would need to forage for the crystals that would disappear or go dormant during Calor, to awaken the next Saltus. He would treat them with a tincture to preserve them for sale for the quartexes to come. Prowl paused at the door when they reached his building. Jazz opened the door for him.

“Ori’d expect me to see ya all the way home,” Jazz said. Prowl smiled and he supposed that was true but Jazz, for all his lack of courtly manners was a gentlemech to his core. Insisting on his originator’s behalf was simply a convenient excuse.

“If you wish,” Prowl replied. “Thank you. Your originator is a wonderful mech.”

“When he told ya to come by any time to take a meal, he meant it,” Jazz said. “I hope ya know. He’d love to see more o’ yer bitties. He’s got a hankerin’ for grandbitties and he don’t got any comin’ from me or Rico.”

“Neither you nor your twin have intendes or conjunxes?” Prowl asked.

“Rico’s sweetspark died in riot back in Polyhex,” Jazz explained. “Don’t think he’s even ready to look for someone to open his spark to again. ‘N I... guess I’ve always thought wit my work, it would be too dangerous. I got enemies ‘n I can handle’em but I couldn’t handle’m comin’ after my family.”

“Are you afraid for Punch?” Prowl asked.

“More afraid for anyone dumb ‘nough to test’m,” Jazz replied. “I learned everythin’ I know from ‘m. I thought he outta have this job ‘n not me but he’s where he wants to be.”

“He seems... happy,” Prowl said. “Genuinely so.”

“Thank ya,” Jazz sighed. “I always worry ‘m just bein’ hopeful thinkin’ the same. It was hard, real hard when my genitors died. A part o’m died wit them and he lived for our sake. I was startled to feel like he was findin’ his joy again.”

“I do believe he is,” Prowl turned his helm to “look” down at Jazz and smile. He paused as he stepped on the next stair. “Oh! Swindle fixed the lose step!”

“I may o’ had a glyph wit’em,” Jazz told him. “He knows I got ya in my... protection I guess. He won’t give ya trouble. Mech’s so scared o’ bein’ poor again he’s stingy but he’s more scared o’ me than losin’ his coin.”

“You are familiar with each other?” Prowl asked.

“He’s a useful mech to know,” Jazz replied. “Sell information, it’s usually good. I killed his conjunx so he gives me a good deal... He deserved it. Sold their mechling a creep that fancies youngling.”

“The monster,” Prowl hissed.

“I got Devcon back for’m and made’m a window so even though a scare the scrap outta him, Swindle, sorta likes me,” Jazz explained. “Was this the only suite available when ya came lookin’ for a place?”

“It was,” Prowl said. “With some many refugees, it was hard to find any place we would not have to share. Swindle is... stingy but in his defence, I never complained about the step. I wanted us to be left be he does and that’s all I really ask.”

“If ya e’er find yerself in a bind, go to ‘m,” Jazz said. “If ya can’t find me or Ori. He’ll keep ya safe ‘til I can take over.”

“Are you sure?” Prowl asked.

“100%.”

“I’ll let ya get to berth,” Jazz said. “Wit the mechlings started their new school in the light-cycle ya probably wanna get’em down quick.”

“Thank you, yet,” Prowl said. The priest we spoke to spoke some chirolinguistics. He promised the instructors would all be made aware and they provice meals to all their students.”

“Sounds like a good place for ‘em for sure,” Jazz said. “I’ll see ya soon.”

“Good dark-cycle, Jazz.”

The mechlings said their goodbyes. Bluestreak gave him a quick hug. It really had been the perfect mega-cycle. They had good fuel in their bellies and the promise of more. Fuel alone might help Smokescreen find some value in his class. Prowl had a loaf of bread for a snack as he sold his crystals throughout the cycle and Punch had told him to expect a visit around lunchtime. He would likely be well-fuelled to. It had been a perfect mega-cycle but it had been a long one. The mechlings had been gathering with him for joors before Jazz had appeared and they would normally have gone to their berth a joor earlier but none of that mattered. This would be a mega-cycle Prowl would dream about for a long time. Smokescreen crawled into berth first, followed by Bluestreak would curled up with his new toy and made a silent, blissful sigh. Prowl crawled into berth last, with doorwings uncovered, facing the door, watching the door, as they recharged.

“Jazz thinks your pretty,” Smokescreen said as he made himself comfortable.

“Oh I do not believe that at all,” Prowl’s intakes flexed and his glossa felt thick and awkward.

“He couldn’t stop looking at you and smiling with googly optics,” Smokescreen replied.

“He has a visor,” Prowl said. “I know the shape.”

“Doesn’t stop googly optics.”

“Silly mechling,” Prowl huffed. Smokescreen snickered as they all snuggled together under their one blanket. Prowl drifted down to recharge with Smokescreen’s glyph repeating in his helm. He rarely dreamt in colour but this dark-cycle he saw his processor’s imagining of Punch’s shop and all the colourful things Bluestreak had been delighted by. There was laughter in the kitchen as Punch prepared a treat with the mechling. He imagined one of the laughs as Bluestreak, sweet and innocent. Jazz pulled him towards a private corner. Prowl threw off the blanket as he broke into a coughing fit. It was too hot. The air was heavy with acrid smoke. He walked towards the door and felt a wall of heat too intense to pass. Prowl heard it crackling. Fire.

“See the demon burns? See? See?” Prowl heard his crazed old neighbour yelling a mechanisms that were not there. “Yes... Yes... I will’ll be transformed.”

“Aiiiiiie!”

“Creator!” Smokescreen called out, coughing as he did.

“To the window!” Prowl ordered, between coughs. “There is no other way out!”

#anon-e-miss writes #maccadams #valveplug #tf prowl #tf jazz #tf punch #A Touch of Sight

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wheatnoodle · 11 months

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this has been rolling around in my head for weeks and i need to at least express it so i can maybe get motivation to write it in more detail LMAO

night shift by lucy dacus but steve getting over nancy and being able to move on.

failed relationships and rebounds because he can’t even kiss someone else without gagging. he’s on first dates with heidi or sara or payton or becca or whoever it is this time that never make it to a second because he probably calls them by her name at some point.

scrolling through old texts and love letters and her social media even though he knows he’s just going to find things to hurt himself more than he already is. he wants to scream out loud what a bitch she is and how much she hurt him, but he resists and instead keeps scrolling. he wants to shout at her and leave before she can respond.

steve keeps finding himself in places where he ends up seeing nancy and jonathan together, happy. you’d think with everyone in the city instead of a small town now, they wouldn’t run into each other so much, but the universe seems to just have it out for him. it’s killing robin seeing him so heartbroken too.

it’s only about two months later when he gets a text from nancy asking to meet for coffee so they can talk, even though it’s 6pm so it won’t be light for long.

but, he agrees and she’s sitting at a table by the window in the corner and she looks…beautiful. like she always has. she looks up when he walks over, standing in what looks like a “going for a hug” pose. she stops though when he seems to hesitate and gives a polite smile, holding out a hand to shake instead.

nancy’s already ordered their drinks and someone places them on the table right when he sits. of course she remembered his order.

“so…” he says, a bit awkward, a lot quiet.

“…so…” she responds, except now she won’t look away from her lap. steve waits for her to say something, anything. maybe an explanation as to why she wanted to see him, why now, why here, what did she need to tell him?

so he waits.

and he waits.

…and he waits…

and she still wont say anything. so he puts down his mug, and he does.

“am i just supposed to sit here and watch you stare at your feet?”

she looks up then, eyes wide like she’s been caught. she looks nervous. it almost makes him feel bad for speaking up.

“steve-“

“what was the plan? to what…absolve your guilt? shake hands again?” she doesn’t respond. steve sighs and shakes his head.

“you cheated on me. that’s just how it is. i feel no need to forgive you, but i might as well, because i just want to move on.”

he doesn’t want to be here anymore. he can’t breathe. they only last a bit longer of light chat before he’s checking his watch (it’s only coming up on 7) and rising from his chair. she does too and asks if she can kiss him one last time. he just pays for his coffee, says a quick goodbye, and leaves just as the sun sets.

steve cant see her anymore. never again. never again. he’s so stuck in his head he doesn’t notice it’s coming on 11pm and he’s been walking the whole time until an owl in a tree has him looking up at the now dark sky and street lights. he’s back home around midnight and instantly has robin wrapped around his middle, rambling about how worried she had been. he went to talk to nancy, then just disappeared for hours. not answering texts, calls.

he tells her about everything. what she had said. how she seems to show up everywhere he goes. she holds him close, his head on her chest as they lay on their couch.

he quits his day job, robin does as well, and they end up working overnight shifts at a bar/restaurant. depending on the night, they’re either bartending or waiting the table in the bar area. they sleep during the day, go out at night.

steve stops bumping into her everywhere he goes. they’re on different schedules now. he’ll never be up to a read a sunday paper with her name on it since he’ll have just gotten into bed after a long shift.

a couple years down the line, there’s a band that starts playing at their bar, every friday and saturday nights.

they play a heavy version of california dreamin’ that suddenly throws steve back to kissing nancy in the backseat of his car to this song when they were in high school. steve needs to excuse himself for a smoke break, needs to calm his nausea and his nerves.

he’s out back for about five minutes when the back door opens. he flinches at the sound and backs against the wall, though the man quickly raises his hands up.

“sorry! didn’t mean to scare you. uh, i was lookin’ for a place to smoke. you mind if i join you?” the man says, an apologetic smile playing on his lips. steve’s brain short circuits at the sight of him. this man is GODLY, bro, okay, he’s HOT. AWOOGA. he’s all wild, dark hair and big brown eyes. a smile that has something wicked and sweet hidden in it. he’s tall too, only about two inches taller than steve, but still.

steve’s eyes catch on the light reflecting off his rings. he knows his cheeks are burning. “yeah, yeah that’s um…yeah, that’s fine.”

“cool,” the man says and lights his cigarette. steve goes back to leaning on the wall and sucking his own cigarette. “so, what’s got a pretty thing like you out here all on your lonesome?”

steve may or may not choke on his smoke a little. “needed some air. started…thinkin’ too much. what about you?”

“also, needed a breather. worked up a hell of a sweat up there.” and then it clicks and steve is smacking himself in the forehead.

“you’re in the band!”

“i am! you’re in the bar!”

“i am!”

and steve learns his name is eddie, and eddie starts coming in more than just fridays and saturdays. he won’t even drink, just get a water and stare at or talk to steve.

it takes almost 9 months before they start dating and another few after that before eddie practically moves in with steve and robin.

and he has never felt more loved. eddie who sings in the shower too loud and gives the crispiest bacon strips to robin. eddie who holds him during movies on the couch and covers steve’s eyes if he knows a scene in a horror movie might be too much, even though robin will narrate the whole thing. eddie who strokes his hair and rubs his back until he falls asleep and brings him everywhere he goes.

and songs that he once dedicated to nancy are now for eddie and all the new ones that come along are all for eddie too.

and he moves on, and he never sees her again.

#stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #steddie au #steddie #steve harrington au #robin buckley au #eddie munson au #stranger things au #stranger things fic #steddie fic #stobin

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dilfs-bitch · 4 months

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Jake Sully - Nìtkanluke

(NSFW)

Sorry if is there any english misspelling is not my first language.

Happy New years.

I can't stop thinking about this Jake character. AI, where you accidentally become his second mate.

So just imagine.

The war happened and the Na'vi won, everything went back to the way it was, except for the destruction, the lives lost and for you now, constantly there in the shared tent where only Jake and Neytiri lived before.

The feeling of living with two people you barely know is suffocating, and although you admit that Jake is trying his best to be as attentive as he is with his first wife, there is still a huge lack of intimacy between both of you. There are no kisses, hugs or fondling like there are with Neytiri, no between you two, it's almost weird. However, there is that feeling inside you that makes you want to share internally with him the same thing he shares with her.

Maybe just out of jealousy, although deep down, you knew it was the lifelong bond that made you feel this way. A feeling that you thought would disappear as quickly as it appeared just days after the tsaheylu was accidentally formed, but eclipse after eclipse, it becomes intense and Jake's closeness doesn't help.

It doesn't help that he's so attentive, always caring, always taking you on those things he calls dates, it doesn't help that as each day passes by, he seems so much more comfortable in your presence, so confident that he's starting to seem into you. And every chance he gets, there he is, teasing you, touching here and there while whispering those things he really wants to do with you, but everything is still new, and although the feeling is there, there is still a certain reluctance to simply give in and mate with him.

Until dawn that morning, everything seemed different, the shared tent was silent and the only sound that permeated the air was a shaky sigh that came from you as you felt him cupping your face as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding perfectly against yours and the feeling is almost intoxicating so strong hard as your head seems dizzy as you feel him squeeze your waist and instinctively your hips are moving to sit more comfortably on his lap and that just makes Jake groan so you pull away, your ears flat in shame for thinking that of somehow you had hurt him but when your eyes meet his and there is that expression that makes his eyebrows furrow, eyes closed and mouth lightly open you realize that you did the opposite of that.

And just to make sure, you do it again, and there it is, the hard bulge under the thin cloth of his loincloth that makes your cunt clench around nothing, and as he feels it, Jake's face changes and, he's trying not to give in to that primal urge inside him to fuck you right there, but the way you keep moving your hips in those slowly circular movements is so deliciously good that for a single moment there is no strength left in him to do anything other than hold your waist tightly, throwing his head back.

“Jake.” You say softly, almost moaning. " Say something "

“Fuck...this's so good”

The sound of his voice saying it so softly makes you gasp, your body shivers as you feel the hardness of his cock rub against your wet pussy right at your clit and then there's a moan echoing through the air as your face is buried in the crook of his neck that holds your waist tightly, forcing your hips to continue those circular movements that are so pleasurable, but now with a little more pressure than before when he lifts his hips, making you gasp. And the feeling of his hot breath blowing against your neck that makes your pussy clench around nothing again begging to be filled up but not yet, not when the pressure is right there, making your heart pound and your nails dig into his muscular back when that familiar heat starts to flow through the lower part of your belly.

“ I think I'm coming, Jake"

Upon hearing this, Jake seems to lose control because he suddenly squeezes your hips, forcing those circular movements to increase with so much pressure that his bulge under your stimulating clit becomes so much that you come screaming his name and biting his neck hard. But there's no way to enjoy this feeling of euphoria because it's so good that it becomes too much when Jake lifts his hips against yours, still holding your waist, forcing those circular movements now with more intensity, and then there's a guttural growl coming from Jake's chest and his hand gripping the exposed skin of your thigh, and then there's a hot, sticky feeling leaking from his loincloth and his cock, which is twitching as he whispers, finally reaching his release.

“ Mhm… fuck… next time I’ll fill that pussy of yours”

#avatar 2009 #avatar fanfiction #avatar imagine #avatar the way of water #avatar x you #jake sully x reader #awow smut #jake sully #na'vi x reader #avatar movie #jake sully imagine #jake sully fanfiction #jake sully x neytiri #jake sully smut #jake sully x you #jake sully x y/n #jake sully x na'vi reader #jake sully x female reader smut

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stuckinthesun · 11 months

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Rick Grimes x Reader

Warning - angst, blood, mentions of Ricks weird behavior towards Jessie yes that’s a warning cuz wtf was that

The blood covering Ricks face had dried by the time they had finished carrying him inside, placing his unconscious body on the mattress and leaving him to your care.

You just stared at him for a moment, taking in his still features and realizing this is the first time you’ve seen his face relaxed in weeks. Months even.

With a deep sigh you look away and focus on dampening the cloth you have.

As you gently wipe the blood off Ricks face, slowly unearthing little cuts here and there, your mind wanders to earlier.

Rick getting into a fight with Pete, resulting in them flying through a window. Rick almost killing Pete in front of everyone in Alexandria. Rick, covered in blood, waving a gun around and saying how the people of Alexandria shouldn’t be alive, while laughing.

You honestly don’t know what would of happened if Michonne hadn’t knocked him out.

But selfishly, the reason it was bothering you so much, was why he was acting like this.

If Rick was doing all of this just because he was worried for your group and he was genuinely concerned about a woman being abused by her husband, then everything would be fine, but that’s not the case.

The whole group can see the way Ricks behavior has changed regarding Jessie, everyone knows his feelings for her are far from platonic. He softens whenever she’s around, he watches her walk away, and he’s almost desperate for Carl to befriend her son Ron.

Everyone knows Rick likes Jessie.

Thing is, everyone knows you’re in love with Rick.

Except for Rick, apparently.

So watching him grow this obsession with the women has been painful.

You shake your head and finish cleaning the blood from Ricks face, setting the now red stained rag into the bowl of water. Careful you pat his face dry with a clean cloth and pull out the first aid material left for you.

Tweezers, antibacterial cream, and small bandages ready you start to patch the unconscious man up.

You remember the last time you did this for him, back at the prison after him and Tyreese got into a fight. You quickly took over for Hershel after you noticed just how depressed Rick was getting the more the older man scolded him.

Rick had thanked you, flashing you a smaller version of his signature smile, and it was that moment that grew your friendship.

Late night talks, watch duty together, sitting together at meals. He even started showing you how to tend crops. Even after the prison fell, and the two of you got separated, when you reunited he held you in his arms for much longer than necessary.

At some point, you developed feelings, and you had thought that maybe the feelings were mutual. Yet you never made a move, because you saw the way he still fiddled with his wedding band.

So you decided to wait for him to come to you, even in the uncertainty of the apocalypse you wanted to respect the privacy of a man grieving his wife.

Turned out that wasn’t the problem at all, the problem was that Rick didn’t feel the same way as you.

Placing the final bandage on him, you leaned back to examine your work. Everything seemed to be properly placed and there were no cuts missed.

You nodded, telling yourself your work was done and it was time to leave. You couldn’t look away though, even covered in bandages and unconscious he was beautiful.

And… you missed him.

Rick has been pretty distant from you since getting to Alexandria. Even living in the same house with him didn’t guarantee you’d see him. You missed him so much, it hurt.

Suddenly, Rick shifted a little, furrowing his eyebrows and opening his mouth. Your eyes widened and you instinctively leaned away, afraid of being caught staring at him.

“Mmm,” Rick mumbled, trying to say something in his unconscious state. Quickly you look around, as if trying to see if anyone is spying on you, before leaning in to hear him clearly.

“J-Jess…ie,” Rick finally got out, and you immediately regretted listening.

You’re chest felt hollow as you stood up, collecting your materials as you went, and walked out of the room. You stopped at the door, everything in your body wanting to turn back, but you didn’t.

You left.

#rick grimes #rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x you #rick grimes fanfiction #rick grimes angst #twd x reader #rick twd #twd #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead

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daisynik7 · 1 year

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angst pls

i need to be hurt

cw: angst, unrequited love, sexually explicit content (flashback)

Author's Notes: hope this satisfies your itch to be hurt, anon! I wrote this quickly between meetings, so it's not edited/proofread thoroughly, sorry!

“Do you think she’ll like it?”

Eren pries the velvet box open, revealing the dainty engagement ring, sparkling against the sunlight. The two of you sit out in the balcony of his apartment, taking a moment to yourselves while the rest of the party continues inside. It’s Christa’s birthday today. And Eren plans to propose to her.

He’s been your best friend for almost a decade now. You met during freshman year when you sat beside him in the lecture hall. He barely came prepared, turning to you to ask for a pen and paper. You’re not even sure if he had a backpack on him. What he did have was a dazzling smiling, brilliant green eyes, and a charming personality, still true to this day. And that’s all it took for you to start falling for him.

You hit rock bottom the day Eren confessed his feelings three years ago. Except it was for somebody else, not you. Christa Lenz, an angel walking on earth with her golden hair and bright blue eyes, her radiant beauty coupled with her outstanding kindness. Everyone loves Christa, you included. And that’s what you hate most about it.

They met at work when she took over her father’s position as head of the company. Eren admired her at first, always telling you over the phone how amazing of a boss she was. And before you knew it, six months later, he was quitting his job.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked him, confused about this sudden decision.

“Because I’m in love.”

The conversation that night had knocked the wind out of you. Luckily, he did all the talking, you listening on mute with tears streaming down your face as he rambled on and on about all the moments he had with Christa, leading to a kiss in the copy room.

You had no one else to blame but yourself. There were opportunities, too many when you really think back on it, when you could have admitted your feelings for him. And the two of you also had moments. Drunken kisses at frat parties, midnight cuddling on the weekends, holding hands on the center console of his car at the drive-in movie theater. There were plenty of lonely nights spent together, using each other to fulfill your desires. His hands all over you, yours all over him. Lips smashed together, kisses sloppy and desperate. His mouth between your legs, lapping at your clit with his fingers curled inside you. You on top of him, bouncing on his lap while he sucks on your nipples, worshipping your body. It didn’t feel wrong; in fact, it felt right. It was natural to have your bodies tangled together like this, fumbling and giggling over clumsy positions. Neither of you thought it was a big deal, to use each other this way. After all, you had each other to rely on. That’s what friends are for, right? And you were satisfied with that.

It changed when he had Christa, and you no longer had him. And despite crossing the line several times, the two of you remain best friends. You know everything about him, and he knows everything about you. Well, except for the fact that you are in love with him. And, with the way things are now, no one, especially him, will ever know. It’s a secret you’ll bear the rest of your life. One that will haunt you as you watch him walk down the aisle to the altar, waiting for his bride, who’s not you. Maybe one day, you’ll move on, find a person who you will share a happy life with, maybe even love more than Eren. But in this moment, you feel defeated. And the worst part is you have no one to help you endure this pain. Not even your best friend.

You blink away the tears welling in your eyes, staring at the shiny diamond in his hands. Imagining just for a second that he’s proposing to you, that you’re the one he’s in love with.

With your best smile, you say, “She’s going to love it.”

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First of all, let me start by saying, Geshtu is absolutely, completely, and irrevocably insane.

Of the three, he is the least sane. Now this isn’t me saying “HAHA HES COOKOO HAHA WOW WHAT A MANIAC” No it’s not like that at all. You see, the thing about Geshtu is that he doesn’t seem “insane” at all, in fact, compared to Nergal and Dumuzi he comes across as perfectly put together.

The thing about Geshtu is that he is completely convinced by his own delusions. And he has convinced himself so fully of these delusions that he has not only sold them to himself but also to others. The voices he hears, to him, are completely real. He believes so wholeheartedly that he is a vessel for Theias voice that he puts on this complete and divine demeanor. He seems more sane than the others because he carries himself that way.

Dumuzi knows she has problems and she hides from them. Nergal definitely knows he has some screws loose but he embraces it. Geshtu, meanwhile, instead of pushing down his insanity like Dumuzi or embracing it like Nergal, he strides side by side with his.

Now let’s go back to the late Cretaceous where Geshtu grew up. Small groups of family camps were common throughout the Mesozoic, even moreso than villages such as where Cro, Dumuzi, and Nergal were raised. These groups would travel to trade with other family camps, exchanging information, intermingling, ect. But afterwards they’d return to their own family burrow to live their lives. They were foragers and hunters. Geshtus family in particular specialized in fishing and insect hunting.

Geshtu was still Geshtu. He was always a little more quiet and methodical than his other siblings, traits he’s kept with him.

So I’ve mentioned on the backstory posts before how most mammals during the Mesozoic lived nocturnally for their own safety. The large reptilian predators at the time were mostly diurnal so there was less risk of being ripped apart and eaten at night. But there are always exceptions.

One night, as the family was waking to begin their evening routines, there was a scratching above the burrow. And then the ceiling fell through.

A pack of stenonychosaurus, a species of Troodontid, had dug their way into the burrow. They had been invaded. The Stenonychosaurus pack flooded into the burrow and made short work of maiming and devouring the entire family.

Geshtu got hurt, not horribly but enough to cause him to fall and become temporarily disoriented. He would be next if he did not find a place to hide. As he frantically looked around, he noticed a beam of moonlight breaking through the torn overhead of his families burrow. The light washed over a bundle of rocks and debris that had fallen from the ceiling and there was a small gap between them. Small enough for him to fit.

While the troodons were preoccupied with their current meals, Geshtu managed to crawl over to the small opening and discreetly push himself inside it undetected. And he hid there, unable to do anything but watch and wait as his family was torn apart in front of him.

Eventually the troodons finished feeding, were filled, and left. Not much was left behind, save for a few bodies still intact. Geshtu cautiously creeped out of his hiding spot after the coast was clear and went to check on what bodies he could, hoping to find survivors. He found one body that seemed fairly intact, he dragged it out of the pile of death and tried to lift it up into a sitting position. It fell back over with a heavy thud. Blood was everywhere, his tail dragged in it, it coated his hands. No one but him was left alive among the wreckage.

Realizing the hopelessness of his endeavor he backed up against the burrow wall. He covered his eyes with his hands, hoping that by not being able to see the wreckage anymore, it would disappear. Maybe when he removed his hands it would have turned out to all be a nightmare. But when he did, everything was still as it had been.

The moonlight shone down on him from the burrows exit. Its guidance had saved him from the slaughter, so he decided to follow it again. He limped out of the burrow into the open night and made his way to the family creek that sat just outside to wash the blood off his hands. It was then that he caught his reflection in the water. The blood from his hands had marked his face and he could see it now. And, reflected above his head in the water, he saw the moon. Full and bright and comforting. He took this as a sign that the moon had marked him, and he was reborn under it. So he ceased washing it away, stood up, stared at the moon, and began to follow it.

And so Geshtu walked. And walked. And walked. Staring up at the moon the entire time. He needed to understand. He needed to know why this happened and why it had saved him. He walked for a long time. And when the moon dipped below the atmosphere and the sun rose, he’d slink into whatever shelter he could find to rest. But when the moon arose again, he’d come out, and continue his pilgrimage, always staring directly at the moon, resulting in him moonblinking himself.

The more he walked, the more the pain faded. He grew more at peace the longer he walked and stared. Like the moon herself was taking away all the hurt for him. His circumstance began to feel less like a tragedy and more like fate. Eventually, he could hear her singing. First just a light humming, but eventually he began to hear words along with it. Crisp and clear and ringing throughout him. She spoke her name, Theia.

He walked for a very long time. Probably a few years. Just him and the moon. He traveled far, restaining his markings whenever he had the opportunity. He was born in blood and would be forever stained by it. On his journey, he’d occasionally run into passerby’s and other burrows, but these meetings were short and fleeting.

One night though, the moon led him into a small village. And when Geshtu entered, he knew he heard Theia say, “Here.”

At first the villagers were unsure of him but helping other mammals traveling through was not unheard of for him. And Geshtu looked rough. He was a strange foreign vagabond with even stranger markings. But he showed them no hostility and they took him in and fed him. He was quiet but otherwise was grateful and polite.

Eventually he started murmuring prophesies to the people there. Little ones like “theia says the ridge to the west has the best seed gatherings” or “Theia warns not to go near the badlands on this night, there’s something malicious there…” and, by complete chance, almost all of these ended up true.

So now people were convinced that he really could hear the moon speaking to him and that the Theia was their friend. She was looking out for the little creatures of the night, who lived hiding in fear of the monsters of the daylight. And so Geshtu became trusted as the Villages Shaman, sent by Theia herself. He was the one people went to for divine advice

And that’s how he found his place there. He was convinced that his family HAD to die for this greater purpose. It was all supposed to happen. He was meant to come here and he was meant to save these people. The voices guide him to protect these creatures of the night, he is simply an agent of Theia. He believes wholeheartedly in everything Theia tells him. And…they say if you believe something hard enough the energy can manifest itself into reality. And so they eventually would. He, Dumuzi, and Nergal would eventually will themselves into godhood and bring forth a horror unlike any other.

#happy tree friends #htf #htf be brave #htf geshtu #loretime #WOW A BIG OL LORE POST????#THIS TOOK ME SO LOOOOONG BUT I DID IT #I love Geshtu btw did you know that?#I’ve been sitting on this story for a while #a little edgy I know but #that was long ago #but a little explanation for some of Geshtus little quirks #just little insights into who the trio are and how they ended up where they are now #don’t worry I have silly stuff in the works too!#I swear!#his shaman attire is based off a 9000 year old Neolithic shaman burial found in germany #the Bad Dürrenberg Shaman if anyone is interested #I’ll probably be editing in the future to fix my inevitable typos that I know I have but constantly miss as per usual #bear with me HAHA

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