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Deny Your Feelings
Trafalgar Law x Assassin!GN!Reader
Warnings: small angst, mostly fluff, blood, mentions of death Grammarly said it was fine so i say its fine
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For a government that prides itself itself in getting the job done by killing pirates, they sucked at it behind the scenes. Which is where you come in.
You were a high-end assassin for the world government. They called you when they deemed the target too dangerous for basic marines and too unpredictable to send out admirals.
No matter the pirate, you always got the job done. The payout was great each time, but it did get boring. Same thing over and over again. Join the crew, gain their trust, kill the Captain, then the crew, take the treasure, go to an island, set the ship on fire and finally go back to the higher-ups. Every single ‘crew’ you joined was nothing but rude, rowdy pirates who stole from the weak and treated people like trash. So you never had any problems taking their lives. So when you got a call about a new job, you figured it’d be the same old same old, but as soon as the pirate's name was revealed, you knew you finally had a challenge.
Trafalgar Law, aka The Surgeon of Death.
You’ve heard many stories about him, mostly bad ones, but stories nonetheless. He was Captain to the Heart Pirates and has a bounty of 200,000,000 berri’s. His bounty was the highest you’ve ever been sent after. You’ve never had to deal with a million berri’s man, so to be hired for such a feat almost felt like a gift. It was thrilling to be sent on such a mission, finally something to spice up such a monotonous cycle.
You couldn’t wait for the job to start.
~~~
“Everyone, this is (Y/N). They’re a new member of the crew, so treat them like you would anyone else.” Waving to everyone, you smile brightly before speaking.
“Nice to meet you all!” Not even seconds later, a giant polar bear runs up to you. Its outfit is orange compared to the common grey ones.
“Wow! It’s been so long since we’ve had someone new! I’m Bepo! Where are you from?” You were taken aback by its complete ability to speak as you had never seen something like it.
“I’m from the North Blue. What about you, big guy?” Everyone started to gather around you and began to ask questions about you. You told them the truth for the most part while still sprinkling some lies in to avoid suspicion.
“I need you guys to show them around. I have to get back to my studies.” Law voices rang in your ears as you turned your sight to him. Even though you’ve seen multiple pirates, there was something about the surgeon of death. His eyes seemed so hypnotizing, and the way his tattoos looked against his skin had you struggling not to ogle. He was a handsome man, truly, but his bounty poster didn’t nearly do him enough justice. It was a shame he was a pirate. If he wasn’t, you would have totally made a move. But alas, the universe had other plans and made him a pirate.
A dangerous one at that. Killing him would be no easy task. His devil-fruit abilities were a force to be feared. No doubt he had haki, too. Truly a formidable opponent.
“No problem, Captain!”
“Thanks. Now, get ready to submerge.” Law’s last words had your stomach dropping.
“Submerge?...” A slight grin cracked his face.
“Yep, 450m under the surface.” A look of horror crossed your face, causing Law to stifle a laugh. You make a dash to the nearest window, and your heart sinks as you watch yourself descend to the deep. Being on a ship? Fine. You were above water. But below water? 450m down in Sea King waters? The thought of being in a metal-enclosed space had your blood freezing.
“I think I’m gonna be sick.”
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Ever since entering the Polar Tang, you’ve done your best to distract yourself from how deep you were underwater. Cleaning, exercising, playing games with the crew, and getting to know their routines. Currently, you're making yourself a snack. Onigiri, to be exact. You’ve been cravigning it since joining the Heart Pirates and just now have the motivation to make it. You hummed a tune while dancing lazily as you finished the onigiri. The sound of footsteps approaching goes unnoticed as you are too enveloped in your own world to notice them.
“Having fun?” Law’s voice broke you from your trance, causing you to yelp and turn to face him. Your face felt as if it were on fire with how embarrassed you were.
“Jesus! You scared me! How long have you been standing there?” You fiddle with your fingers before turning around to try to finish the onigiri quickly so Law doesn’t see how flustered you are.
“Long enough.” You could feel his gaze burn from behind you. It made you unbelievably nervous. There was no doubt he was studying you. What if he knew who you were? He’d kill you for sure!
“What are you making?” Law’s monotone voice returns, and you feel yourself slightly calm down.
“Oh? Just some onigiri. Would you like some Captain?” Turning around, you see a small pink dust on his cheeks. Did you embarrass him or something?
“I…Just ate, but thank you.” You nod your head before sitting down at the table to eat.
“It’s my favorite, so I thought I should share something that makes me happy.” This was a true statement regardless of whether Law was a pirate or not. It did give you the idea to kill him via poison. If you made food and poisoned it and fed it to everyone, they’d all be dead without a fight. But you heard about all the powers Law’s devil fruit can do, so that plan was shut down before it could even come to fruition. Him also being a doctor makes things only 10x harder. The plan needed to be perfect for it to work. No room for mistakes.
~~~
If only you could use your governmental status right now. The Marines shooting you were pissing you off. While it’d make your job easier if they hit the crew members, you wouldn’t get all the pay if they shot Law. And that would not stand.
“Captain! More just arrived!” You and Law both turn your heads as you see more Marines approaching.
“There must be a base nearby if they keep coming like this. I don’t wanna deal with an admiral, so let’s go. Everyone to the sub!” Following Law’s orders, everyone makes a break for the Polar Tang.
“It’s like they're randomly spawning! They're coming out of nowhere!”
“Welcome to the pirate life newbie.” You can hear the smirk in Law’s voice as he runs right beside you. Despite trying to focus on running, your eyes move in Law’s direction. Even though he looked exhausted, he moved with such precision. The way a small bead of sweat rolled down his face made a slight burning feeling appear on your face.
‘No! He’s a pirate! Get your head in the game!’ Shaking your head, you return to making your running your top priority. You wouldn’t get money if you were dead.
Bullets whip past you and Law, making your heart jump in your chest. You’ve been shot before, but it felt different coming from your own team. Usually, the sound of Marines yelling didn’t bother you, but now it gave you an intense feeling of unease. You haven’t even been a ‘pirate’ for 3 months, and you're already starting to despise them!
Moving your head to the side, you catch a Marine aiming straight for Bepo. Your eyes widen as you stop in your tracks. Turning around, you run towards the bear. Dread filled your heart as you feared for the bear's safety.
“Bepo! Look out!” Without a second thought, you push the bear out of the way. The gunshots echoed in your ears before a stinging pain hit your shoulder. You could see the worst possible outcome if you weren’t there even seconds later.
“Fucking A! Damnit, whatever. Bepo, hurry, let’s go!” You grab the bear's paw and begin to drag him to the polar tang. The pain in your shoulder had you biting your lip until blood appeared from your bite's sheer force. While it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve been shot, this one felt so much more painful. You can feel blood seep into your uniform as you try running faster.
“(Y/N) your bleeding! A lot!” Bepo’s voice rang in your ears as you finally looked down at your wound. He wasn’t kidding when he said a lot. Almost your entire shoulder was drenched in the red substance.
“Now’s not the time to worry about it! Our priority is getting back to the Polar Tang! I can see it from here, so don’t stop now, alright?!” Bepo’s worried face is replaced by a serious one as he continues to run. The yellow metal of the sub gives both of you determination to run faster.
Once getting on the dock, you have Bepo jump in first before yourself. An action you ask yourself for. In fact, you were questioning why you saved him in the first place? If he died, that’d be one less nuisance to kill later. That and you wouldn’t have been shot! You wouldn’t be currently bleeding out if you just left him to die. Yet, the thought of the bear getting hurt made your heart burn.
~~~
The event’s of earlier replayed in your mind as you sit in the infirmary. As soon as the Polar Tang went under the waves, you rushed yourself to the infirmary so you could fix your shoulder.
While yes, your ‘Captain’ is a doctor, the last thing you want is to owe him. Not to mention he was too busy setting course for the next destination. You didn’t have the time to wait. So you were gonna do it yourself, it’s not like people would come looking for you. That being said, you grab all the supplies you need and begin your own health care. It couldn’t be that hard.
“Damn bullet. Just get out already.” Putting your gloved finger in the wound, you try to fish out the bullet. A hand towel between yoru teeth as you bit down in pain. How can something be so difficult?! It’s a metal cylinder for chirsts sake! Why can’t you find it?! The lack of success made you aware of how much more blood you’ve lost. Your gloved hand is covered in it and ran down your arm. A weary feeling fills your body as you can feel yourself growing tired. Which even you know is not a good sign.
“Yeah, they're in here, Captain!” The sound of hurried footsteps catches your attention as the infirmary door opens. The figure of Law and Bepo enter your vision. You should have known Bepo would tell him.
“Jesus (Y/N)-ya! What are you thinking?!” The way his voice reprimanded you made you unintentionally lower your head.
“I just didn’t want to bother you since you were busy.”
“I’m your Captain, and as your Captain, it’s my job to make sure my crew stays okay! That means fixing them when their hurt! Never do this shit again, understand?” Looking away from him with a lowered head, you respond.
“Yes, Captain.”
~~~
You were currently sitting in the crew bunks reading a book, trying to ignore the pins and needles in your shoulder and your heavy heart. It shouldn’t affect you as much as it is, but when Law yelled at you, you felt ashamed. The fact a pirate could make you feel this way pissed you off. How can a simple pirate crew influence your emotions to where you took a bullet for one of them? No matter how hard you tried to focus on the book you were reading, your agonizing thoughts kept running rampant.
Yet just as you were about to put the book away, theres a knock at the door.
“Hello?” Waiting to see another crew member, you were shocked to see Law standing at the door frame staring at you.
“Do you need something, Captain?”
“Bepo told me you took the bullet for him. Is that true?”
“Yeah. I didn’t want him to get hurt after I saw a Marine aiming at him.” Law said nothing as he looked at your bandaged shoulder.
“How’s it feel?”
“Like a bullet wound.” A small chuckle left his lips as he stared at you before going silent.
“Sorry for not telling you about it. You were already busy, so I didn’t want to add more trouble to your plate.”
“I apologize for yelling; Bepo wanted to say thank you, but he felt too bad to say it in person.”
“I’ll have to tell him it’s no problem. But it’s sweet of you to help him.” Law looks away as he puts his hand on his neck. He couldn’t have you seeing how your words made his cheek show a slight pink.
“Also, I have a question. Or, well, a request, really.”
“What is it?”
“I was wondering when, or if you have the time, you could teach me some basic first aid and CPR? I just would like to help in case someone got hurt on the battlefield. Like a field medic who can take care of their own.” Law’s heart did a small flip as you looked at him. You’ve only been a Heart Pirate for 3 months, and you’ve already taken a bullet for a crewmate, made meals more than half the time, always cleaned, and now you're making an effort to try and help him and your crewmates even more?
How can someone be so caring to people they barely know?
The thought of being alone with you, having you watch him in awe made his fingers twitch. It annoyed him. Why did you have this ability to have him feel emotions he hasn’t felt in years? Was it your eyes? You voice? What was it about you that had Law’s heart skipping a beat? How could he feel this way about someone he’s only known for 3 months? If he was smart, he’d say that he was busy and that he didn’t have the time to teach you.
“I’m free now so get up and let’s go.”
~~~
The moonlight was just bright enough that you were able to read your notes late into the night while everyone else was sleeping. Ever since you asked Law to teach you about first aid and CPR, you’ve been taking notes on everything he teaches. You didn’t want to forget anything. Even if you’d never admit it, you caught yourself looking forward to the lessons.
Penguin told you thathe’s never spent this much time with a crewmate before. That you’ve been the only one to actually get him out of his office. Knowing that made your blood run faster. It was both good and bad. You were getting him to trust you, it’d be easier to kill him if he lowered his guard around you. But on the other hand, your heart started to constrict every time you thought about killing him. That you looked forward being next to him. You could feel yoru face burn each time you saw a smirk on his face.
His beautiful face.
Slapping both hands to your face, you try to get rid of the thoughts that dared to threaten your mission. He was a pirate, you were a assassin hired by the world government to kill him. The things you began to feel for him was simply unacceptable. You couldn’t fall for a pirate.
The urge to read your notes was now gone, making you put them under your bunk. You didn’t want to think about anything that involves the man poisoning your heart. Grabbing your covers, you pull them over your head, hoping that no one would see the conflicted look on your face as your plagued with thoughts about the man only two doors down.
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The kitchen was nice and quiet this time of night. Perfect time to simmer in your thoughts and write down all the information you learned from Law. You even bought all sorts of notebooks, pencils, highlighters, and anything you could think of that would help you keep track of things. It does help keep your mind occupied so you forget that your underwater. Even though you were internally screaming at yourself for putting in so much effort to make Law proud, you try tto ration that learning things like this could help you in the long run.
Reaching out, you grab the onigiri that you had prepared earlier and take a bite. The flavors making you lose focus from your notes as you smile. Eating the food always made you happy not matter how shitty the day was. You even had some tea to keep you awake. A perfect combination. Favorite food, great drinks and drawing your Captain all over your notes.
Wait.
Your eyes widen as you coke on your food. Rubbing your watery eyes, you see your hand just above a drawing of Law. Your eyes scan the entire page and all you can see is drawings upon drawings of Law werre scattered anywhere there was free room. Speechless, you quickly put down yoru food and start searching for a big eraser. You needed to erase them right away before anyone saw. Erase them before you could continue to think about him.
Desperately trying to get rid of the drawings, you end up ripping the paper. Looking down, you could feel your heart slowing downseeing the crumpled up paper, no longer containing Law. His face comeptely erased from the notes. You drop the eraser before rubbing your face. Even when your not thinking about him, you are! How dare he make you feel this?!
You went to grab your unfinished onigiri but decided against it. Not wanting to taint your favorite food by thinking of a pirate.
“Damn pirate…”
“What are you doing awake?” Law’s voice had you jumping in your seat. You quickly turn the page of your notebook so he won’t see the sins you drew. Even if they were already erased.
“Could ask the same for you, Captain.” You joke with the man as he stifled a chuckle.
“Working. Came for coffee.”
“Ah. I’m working on notes for the things you’ve been teaching me. It’s just quieter at night to study. Also easier to make food and tea without worrying about it being stolen.” Law looks down and sees a perfectly made onigiri next to you.
“You can have one if you want. I don’t mind sharing…if it’s with you.” Law watches you move the plate closer to him. He could feel his heart skip a beat. Normally he’d not be one to eat food this late at night, but what could one hurt?
“Thanks.” Grabbing the food, Law takes a bite. His eyes widen upon the taste. Never in his entire life has he had onigiri this good.
“Is it bad?” Realizing he’s been quiet and seeing your saddened face, Law quickly swallows the food and begins to speak.
“No, not at all. I’ve just…this is really good.” He could see his words immediately lifting your mood. Whether he said it or not, your smile had him struggling not to smile back.
“That’s good to hear. I’m glad you like it, Captain.” Law looked down at the scattered notes. A small part of him was amazed at how serious you were about it. Another part told him that he needed to get back to work. Yet the voice telling him to stay was much louder, and thankfully, he had the perfect idea.
“I’m giving you a pop quiz.”
“What?! You never said anything about a quiz!”
“That’s why it's called a pop quiz. Now put your notes away." You can see the almost invisible smirk Law had. Grumbling, you stack your things neatly and place them far away. Your annoyance soon fizzled out when he sat right next to you.
“First question. What does ABC mean in first aid?”
“Easy. Airway, breathing, and circulation.” Law nods, and you can see him thinking of the next question.
“Injury caused by rubbing or scrapping of the skin?”
“Abrasion.”
“Correct.” You watch as Law grabs another onigiri. The sight of him wanting another one made your heart jump. He liked them enough to eat a second one? You had to keep yourself from gushing. He’s a pirate. No gushing over some dangerous pirate!
“A method of prioritizing treatment?”
“Triage.”
“Good job (Y/N)-ya.”
Maybe being in the company of a dangerous pirate wasn’t so bad.
~~~
Two arms wrap around your waist while you feel something bury in the crook of your neck. The smell of breakfast was easily over powered by the muck of the man holding you close. You reach up to run your fingers through his hair under his hat. A sigh came from teh man and you smile as it fans against your skin.
“What’s got you so loving? I thought you didn’t like PDA?”
“I don’t. Everyone's gone.” Short words, yet it’s all you need to know. The feeling of his arms wrapped around you had you feeling an overwhelming sense of safety engulf you. You intertwine his fingers with his before gently rocking side to side.
“I’m so happy that I get to see the most handsome man in the world every day. And that he’s all mine.” Your words cause Law to hide his face deeper in your neck, but you can still see his ears a light pink.
“I’m happy that you're with me, too.” He whispers against your skin. Turning your head, you place a kiss on the brim of his hat. You watch as Moves his head to look at you. His eyes travel to your lips before he moves closer to your face-
“Everyone up! Time to dock and grab supplies!” Your eyes shot open when Penguin's voice broke you from your slumber. All your crewmates grumble as they begin to change and get ready for the day, yet your stuck in bed. The dream replays in your mind like a broken record. Lifting your fingers to your face, you gently brush your fingertips against your lips. If Penguin didn’t wake you up, would he have kissed you?
Your heart has never beat more faster as you simply think about the dream. It felt so real. What’s worse is that you wished you finsihed the dream.
Frustration and anger fill your body as you feel tears slip down your skin. Clenching your teeth, you try to yell at yourself internally. Tell yourself that what you feel is wrong! That you’d rather die than fall in love with a pirate!
‘Stop! You can’t fall in love with him! Get your shit together (Y/N)!’ You yell at yourself as you groggily get ready to dock. Maybe if you breathe fresh air, you’ll realize that your thinking like a fool/ A change of scenery is what you need. It’ll help you realize what your really here for.
To kill the Surgeon of Death.
~~~
You follow Law and the rest of the crew in town to grab supplies and maybe rob a store or two. Whatever, it’s not like it matters. Not when this is the last stop that Law will ever see. There's a half-ass plan you came up with in your head when you got ready to leave the Polar Tang. It’s not perfect but it has to do. You couldn’t risk being next to him anymore. Simply being near him made your body crazy. Hearing his voice made your heart flip, and looking at his eyes made your legs weak. Without even knowing, Law had your heart in the palm of his hand.
“Okay, everyone. We’re splitting into groups.” You try to ignore his voice but still listen to where your group would be.
“Me and (Y/N)-ya will be going west of town. Everyone got it?” If you could, you’d disappear on the spot. The universe has to be screwing with you. Truly a cruel joke it was playing.
Everyone separates, leaving Law and you alone. You quickly try to hide all the negative emotions and put up a happy front. Walking closer to Law, his smell hits you like a sack of bricks. You desperately try to seem unfazed, but you can feel your legs weaken.
“Anywhere, in particular, Captain?”
“Bookstore.” You blink at him.
“Really?”
“Yes. Your getting textbooks.” You pout at his words. It’s a shame since they’d be useless after today.
“That and I overheard you talking to yourself, saying you like to read books to help with your insomnia.”
BA-DUM
BA-DUM
“Y-Yeah, I do. Aren’t you gonna get something for yourself as well?”
“Nothing I can think of.”
“So we're going just for me?” Law’s eyes widen as your face burns.
“Sleep is important. You need it to be healthy, and you already do a lot more than your fellow crewmates.”
“Thank you, Captain.” Law nods, and you both make your way to the bookstore. Despite your outer emotions, inside, you were screaming. How could he hit you with such an act? He’s acting like he cares about you. What if he did? He’s acting like you mean more to him than just a crewmate. But that can’t be possible. Pirates are ruthless. They don’t care about love and things like that.
Law was a pirate, nothing more to it.
~~~
“Did you choose the biggest textbooks cause you could?!” Your complaining as you carry the heavy textbooks only made him smirk. If you weren’t holding all your books, you’d jump him.
“Perhaps.” A gasp leaves your lips as you stop in your tracks.
“Your lying!”
“Who’s the one carrying the textbooks?” You were speechless at his audacity. He seemed to think your reaction was funny as the men let out a laugh. So quiet that you almost couldn’t hear.
BA-DUM
BA-DUM
His laughter made your blood run hot as your heart beat against your ribs. How can laughter make you such an utter blubbering mess. The laughter of a pirate sounded more beautiful then any other laugh you’ve ever heard. It was something your heart wanted to listen to on repeat.
Suddenly, a drop of water falls from the sky and on your nose.
“Rain?”
“If it is, then we should get back to the Polar Tang. The textbooks could be ruined.” Nodding your head, you walk next to Law as you both hurry to get out of the rain.
~~~
Finally making it to the Polar Tang, you stop outside. The rain pelting against your skin did nothing to distract you from the scattered junk that's running through your mind. It was quiet on the way to the sub, and you hated it. It left you in your conflicted feelings. How would you finally get the opportunity to kill him? How your heart screamed that what you felt was real but you knew better. You were more strong-willed than that-
“I’m glad you joined.” A voice so soft and quiet broke the silence. It had your eyes widening and your heart freezing.
“What did you say?”
“You can see the pink appear on Law’s cheeks as he repeated himself.
“I’m glad you joined.” His final words made you bite your lips as tears began to form in your eyes.
BA-DUM
BA-DUM
CRACK
You fall to your hands and knees as sobs begin to escape your lips, and you can no longer deny what you feel. No amount of lying to yourself could work anymore. You had failed your mission. A mission you gave a year of your life to. You had fallen in love with Trafalgar Law, and there's nothing you could do about it.
“You shouldn’t be…”
“(Y/N)-ya? What’s going on? What are you talking about?”
“I don’t deserve to be called a Heart Pirate!”
“(Y/N)-ya, what's wrong?” The sound of worry and confusion in his voice only made it worse.
“Just kill me. I can’t handle these feelings! It’s not fair to you and the crew!”
“I’m not going to kill you (Y/N)-ya! Now what the hell is going on?!-”
“I’m an assassin sent by the world government to kill you!” Your head was touching the ground, and your soaked uniform clung to your skin. A sickly silence covered the two of you before you continued to confess.
“But I can’t! I can’t do it! The thought of anything bad happening to you makes me sick! It makes my heart burn to think about you in any pain!” Hiccups soon accompany your sobs as your hair starts sticking to your face.
“The thought of living in a world without you is hell! Ever since I’ve met you, my heart has beat faster than it ever has! Seeing you everyday and being near you everyday makes me so happy and i could never be happier!”
“I love sharing food with you! I love spending time with you! I love listening to your voice and laughter! I love you, Trafalgar Law! I love you so fucking much that I’d rather die than live without you!” Law’s still silent, and it only makes you ramble more.
“I know you don’t feel the same and I don’t deserve for you to feel the same! You deserve someone who wouldn’t lie to your face for a year! I deserve nothing! I don’t deserve to dream about you! I don’t deserve to imagine holding your hand or holding you close! I don’t deserve to dream about kissing you…” Sobs echo in your ears as your vision blurs. You could barely breathe as the tears kept flowing.
“Please, Captain…just kill me. I’m a traitor who deserves to die. I failed you and used your kindness selfishly. Now I can’t imagine a world without you and a world without you is a world where i’d rather die. So please, Law, stab me, poison me, just do something! I’ll take whatever punishment you give me with open arms as it’s all I deserve…” Hugging yourself, you can’t hear Law over the now thundering sounds coming from the sky. The rain only started pouring harder and hitting your back like hail. You wait for some sort of pain or the bittersweet embrace of death, yet it never comes.
You didn’t dare look up at Law’s face. You didn’t deserve to.
“(Y/N)-ya.” His voice made your heart split in two.
The tears and sobs distracted you from the sound of crunching grass coming up from in front of you. It’s only when you feel a hand grab your chin and lift it up.
“Get in the sub. We’ll talk about this later. You're going to get sick if you stay out in the rain longer.” Your tears still continue when you feel him grab your arm and pull you to your feet. The sudden action had your eyes widening and your legs shaking.
“B-But…Captain-” Before you could utter a word. A gentle pair of lips connect with yours before leaving. Lasting only a few seconds yet you could still feel the sensation on your lips. The tears still blur your vision, but you ignore them as you feel yourself being led to the Polar Tang.
“It’s Law.”
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Sick Nasty
Rendacted is (love) sick who cares if it's cute and weird get him to a doctor!!! Kinda drabble. GN reader.
14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI
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You wanted to surprise your boyfriend early in the morning to get breakfast, but he didn't answer the door. He hadn’t responded to your text messages either. So you simply used the key he’d given you months ago to let yourself in. But instead of finding him awake and distracted by something else, a concerning sight greeted you in his bedroom.
[REDACTED] was splayed out face down on one side of his mattress, in an unusually deep sleep. His tank top had ridden up a little, exposing his lower back. One tattooed arm dangled off the edge of the bed, while the other was slung over a body pillow—decorated with a particular sweatshirt you hadn't seen in a while. That didn't actually concern you too much. What did, however, was the strange halo of plushies and more of your clothes stacked around his head. Several hoodies, another sweatshirt, and some sweatpants that you'd left for whenever you were staying the night encircled his dark hair like a summoning ritual.
You looked down at him with mixed feelings, but silently pulled out your phone anyway. "At least I have evidence of your crimes now," you hummed while snapping a few photos. Once that was taken care of, you bent down and shook his shoulder. He felt surprisingly hot.
He mumbled and rolled onto his side, disturbing his shrine. His blue eyes were clouded as he roughly pushed his messy bangs back. He sucked in a breath before giving you a tired smile. "Oh, Angel? G'morning," he yawned. As he sat up and stretched, he looked down at the clothes and stuffed animals strewn across his sheets. It took a moment for his eyes to widen a fraction, as if he wasn't quite sure he was awake yet. "Shit. I can explain."
You ignored him and grabbed both his cheeks, worriedly studying his face. He immediately drifted into careful silence at your touch, eyelids fluttering closed. His skin felt like it was on fire. There was a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. And despite just waking up from what must've been a coma, he looked exhausted, the bags under his eyes far worse than usual.
A frown pulled at your lips. "You're sick."
"I was going to wash them," your tired boyfriend mumbled in a hazy voice, his head falling forward slightly. "The scent just helps me sleep—"
"I'm not talking about my clothes, you thief. You have a fever,” you emphasized and pulled away, standing back up. He whined in disapproval, leaning forward to follow your retreating hands. You held still so he’d calm down before continuing, “Do you have any medicine here? I’ll have to go to the pharmacy if not.”
“I don’t think so. ‘Can go with you.” He weakly tugged you close and pressed his head against your stomach.
“No.”
You felt him groan into your shirt, “I’ll wait in the car.”
“You can wait in your bed.”
“Angel, please. Y'hurting me.” He squeezed a little tighter, but you knew it’d be much easier than normal to get out of his grip.
Even so, you relented with a fake sigh. Letting him have his way at the moment would hopefully make him more agreeable later. “I can just get it delivered. Scoot over,” you demanded and gently nudged him. He excitedly moved away to make room as you crawled onto the covers. You made a point of gathering all your clothes into a pile at one corner of the bed. They’d have to be dealt with later. “Since you’re sick, I won’t take these back just yet.”
[REDACTED] innocently smiled—without even a hint of shame—but didn’t say a word. Instead, he draped himself over your lap to relish in his victory. You sat back and scrolled through your phone to place the delivery order. It didn't take long.
“We’ve got 20 minutes. Can you try to be a bit more reasonable by then?” you asked and dropped your phone to the side. You busied yourself with his hair, threading through the dark strands as he closed his eyes.
He barely mumbled a ‘hmm’ in response, much too content with your fingers massaging his scalp. Unfortunately for his immune system (and your legs), he had no intentions of getting out of your lap.
#14 days with you#14dwy#14dwy redacted#14dwy ren#momo writing#so i wasn't sure if i should say drabble or not cause like#how come google defines a drabble as 100 words or less#definitions don't mean anything#anyways i am ~normal~ about he <3#i want all his germs
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Oh, okay, I see! Umm. I have a couple things to throw out, that also have my own thoughts and I was also thinking of other possible Yuu ideas if you’re interested in them( just what their “!” Is for and personality, not who they’re matched with) and up to hearing about them. Uh. This ask though is for the creature post and-
Me, a person who loves mythology and folklore: My time has come-
Theatre kid!Yuu as a changeling(or some other shapeshifting creature, I know of the background surrounding changelings and can understand why one may be uncomfortable with changelings(I am also the ✨neurodivergent✨))
Harpy!Yuu as a Manananggal(I know that harpies are already mythical creatures, but think about it)
Maid!Yuu as a Brownie (yes, you read that right, though it can also be spelt “broonie” or “brùnaidh” and they are a type of fae, but ,ah)
Special Forces!Yuu as a Grim Reaper(I just think it’d be neat if their role was to guide and protect the dead on the way to the afterlife instead of being what people usually expect/think of reapers, and also because they themself are often depicted as scary and dangerous, and they are, but they more so just. Guide souls to the after)
Vet!Yuu OR Marine Biologist!Yuu as a Selkie(I want them to go on a rant of how selkies are NOT half seal half human, their lower body is NOT that of a seal!(this is my being frustrated by Selkie designs that aren’t actually selkies, but the art is still really good/nice))
Oookay, that’s all of them that I had prepared. Uh. And of course, these are just suggestions, you don’t have to add anything if you don’t want to or you can pick and choose which you’re interested, I hope this isn’t coming off as forced and I apologize if it does-
🎭Theater Kid!Yuu- Shapeshifter
The ultimate actor.
Can play any role and use any voice.
They spend time endlessly rehearsing.
Likes to play pranks by pretending to be an injured animal to have people take care of them.
Allergic to iron.
Will not use their powers responsibly
They don't consider any one form their true form. They simply are.
Agender icon.
"What's gender? Is it edible?"
🧹 Maid!Yuu- Brownie
Got inside after someone left a bowl of cream out
They set up shop and began cleaning at night.
During the day they hide out in the form of a dormouse.
They have a fuzzy tail
They fix up broken items. You might find an extra mismatched button on your shirts.
Don't leave a mess on purpose. It's impolite.
If they feel taken advantage of they with make a mess and leave.
Leave out a treat for them and they will reward you in kind.
You'll never lose an item again. It will appear just where you remember it. Unfortunately, that always the last place you look.
🔫Special Forces!Yuu-Reaper
It's hard work and the coworkers are the worst.
One of the many reapers tasked with dealing with the recently deceased.
Really prickly due to being constantly tasked with the most stubborn ghosts.
"Shut up before I kill you again!"
Believes Sam was a Reaper (is he? Possibly)
Their skin has white skeleton tattoos. But when they are working their skin turns translucent and reveals their actual skeleton.
Enjoys their job when they actually get to do it without problems.
Believes in the myth they tell all reapers about that guy sisyphus.
Their favorite job is chasing down wondering souls that are on the run.
💉Nurse!Yuu - Caladrius
They have white wings.
Gets confused for a angel but they are firm that they are not.
Their job is to take sickness and transfer it into their body. Then they fly away with it as they disperse it, healing themselves.
Gives away feathers to ward off danger and illness.
Hates that Savanaclaw students use them as a cat toy.
A long suffering birdy who is losing too many feathers.
🩺 Vet!Yuu- Werewolf
Not the same as beastmen and is firm about that.
They look human most of the time but the whole transformation thing gets in the way.
Is still a vet but if now they are liable to snap their jaws at patients.
They love a good nap in the sun but must resist.
Jack knows to keep his head down if he doesn't want to get along. That just how wolves do. Make nice in the pack or be pushed out.
They don't imprint. If you say that they will rip out your throat.
They don't have soulmates. They have normal relationships like normal people. They just believe in loyalty to make relationships last. They can change partners but they usually don't.
🌊Marine Biologist!Yuu- Selkie
Not a mer just a cute rolly polly seal.
Such a friendly face, but they have sharp teeth.
Keeps their seal skin hidden away.
These days if someone does take their skin they are trained to attack them. Watch out they go for the fingers first.
The seal skin is unique to every selkie so it can't be replaced.
They will always choose the ocean if it came between it and love. But Yuu is a strange Selkie.
They know the tale of Ursilla, a human who loved a male selkie. This is part of why they believe they are destined to be with Azul so that history repeats itself.
Selkies lure their human partners into the sea and most tales say they never return. Yuu attempted with Azul not knowing he was a mer. Very embarrassing.
#theater kid!yuu#maid!yuu#nurse!yuu#vet!yuu#marine biologist!yuu#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland yuu#twst yuu#twst mc#azul ashengrotto#azul ashengrotto x reader#special forces!yuu
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Sweetheart (Piercer! Suna Rintarō x Brat! Chubby reader)
didn't know I needed piercer! rintarō until i wrote this...
NSFW: MINORS GTF OUTTA HERE!!!!!
It was really stupid.
The way you were crying was so fucking stupid.
You didn’t even really know why you were crying……
….well….that was a lie…..
You were crying because of that stupid asshole in your college lit course. The one who led you on all semester before telling you that you were ‘not his type’
Not his type?
He took you out for ice cream before trying to feel you up in his shitty little car and when you told him you didn’t really feel like doing anything that soon, he went off. Yelling about how you’d been tricking him and how he didn’t want a relationship, how you were ‘just for fun’ ‘cause he would never date ‘a girl like you’.
Needless to say, you would be moving seats in class.
This was constantly how it was, it had happened to you so many times that you’d just accepted that you would always only be the ‘just for fun’ girl. You’d always be the one that they snuck past their friends, not wanting to explain why they’d brought a girl like you home, just a bunch of assholes who didn’t want to receive judgment from their asshole friends.
And while you had tried your best to suffer through this treatment, thinking it’d eventually get better, you were officially over it. Which was why you couldn’t figure out for the life of you, why you were wasting tears on this guy.
You ended up wine drunk with your friends, bitter-watching 2000s rom-coms and trying not to let them talk you into an irresponsible decision.
But you were sad.
So you let them.
You ended up scrolling through a local tattoo shop’s website, admiring the pieces and wincing at the prices. You wanted something cute….. but also inexpensive….. and probably kinda small.
……but still…….tattoos were so….. permanent, did you really want to be reminded of this asshole every time you saw yourself in the mirror?
That was when you saw that this shop also did piercings.
It was perfect.
Piercings were small, not super expensive, and easily removable if you got absolutely sick of them.
You booked your appointment for the following week and woke up to a pretty harsh hangover the next day.
A week later you walked into the shop and almost died on the spot.
You stuck out like a sore thumb.
More than two sets of eyes watched as you walked through the lobby of the shop, making you flinch and shrink into yourself under their stares.
You got to the counter and tried to hide your pleasant surprise when the woman behind the counter offered you a bright smile.
“ ‘r you our 3 ‘o clock? Piercing?”
You nodded, smiling back at her.
“Sweet. Follow me”
She got up and let you further into the shop, passing a couple of stations, almost all filled with customers.
“We have private rooms for our piercers, especially your type of piercing.” the woman winked at you, laughing as your eyes widened and your mouth dropped into a little ‘o’.
“Ahh, don’t worry! I’m just teasing,” her face dropped a bit, “... but we do want you to be comfortable.”
The two of you arrived at your room. She led you in and let you take a seat in the chair.
“Alright.” She started, leaning against the counter and clasping her hands in front of her “now, we have a really great piercer, he does all of our piercings and we’ve literally never gotten a single complaint about him.”
Your face must’ve dropped when she said ‘him’.
“We also have an apprentice, who is definitely great, but she is also still learning….and you are new to this.”
You nodded.
“While I completely get it if you want her to pierce you, I will say that she isn’t nearly as good as our main piercer.”
You nodded again, slower this time.
“So I’ll give you a minute or two to decide. Like I said… no pressure.” she offered a thumbs up before leaving the room, telling you she’d be back briefly to get your answer.
You were split. You really were… on one hand, you wanted a female piercer, but on the other hand, you really didn’t want this to get messed up. And who knew? What if you had difficult nipples to pierce? What if she tore through it? What the fuck would happen then?
So while you didn’t necessarily want a man piercing your nips, you decided that he was a professional for a reason and that you would rather feel embarrassed for a couple of minutes than be in too much pain.
When the manager came back in, you told her.
“Fantastic, I’ll let him know you’re here, and when I see you next, you’ll have some sick fucking piercings.”
She left with one last thumbs up, leaving you to twiddle your thumbs and wait for your piercer.
The man that came through that door was somehow, exactly what you’d expected.
Tall, dark, and handsome, sporting tattoos in the form of patchwork sleeves and one that wrapped around the side of his neck. He couldn't have been shorter than 6’2”, and while he was definitely lean, you could tell he was still pretty built with the way that his biceps flexed as he closed the door behind him.
You were also exactly what Suna expected when his manager let him know his appointment was ready. Another college-age girl getting her nipples pierced.
Of course, you weren’t like every other college girl that came in here, you were sitting so he couldn’t get the full effect, but Suna knew just by how you looked now that you were absolutely his type.
Your plump thighs were pressed together as you sat rigidly, making him regret that he didn’t have a smaller chair, just so he could see them squish together more, to see your ass struggle to fit in. You were sitting uncomfortably straight, obviously nervous, but Suna didn’t mind, the way that you were pushing your chest out gave him the perfect view of how nicely your shirt fell against your tits, nipples visible though not hard enough to pierce yet, he observed.
Your face burned as you watched your piercer's eyes attach to your nipples. You knew that it was literally his job, and that he probably did this at least twice a day, but that didn’t stop you from feeling like there was something inherently intimate about it. So you turned your eyes away from his face, hoping he would hurry up with his assessment.
And while Suna did do this quite often, and he was always incredibly professional about it, he just couldn’t help but stare at you a bit longer. After all, you were exactly his type… and when you rolled your eyes away from him, a small frown making its way onto your face, he couldn’t stop the grin from coming onto his.
“How’re you doing?…. I’m Rintarō….I’ll be piercing you today.”
You nodded, offering a small smile as you reached out to shake his hand.
Damn…. His hand was fucking huge compared to yours. You’d never had small hands, quite average actually maybe even bigger simply accounting for your extra weight, but even with the fake nails you had on, Rintarō’s fingers were still longer than yours, and definitely thicker. And wow his hands were cold!
You introduced yourself, before thanking him for the appointment, stating that you were a bit nervous as it was your first time.
As you spoke, you missed the way Suna’s eyebrow raised in interest. You spoke of how nervous you were, and how you’d never been inside of a real piercing shop before, but your body language was saying something completely different. While your words themselves were mild, even slightly withdrawn, your tone and posture exuded a level of prissy that Suna didn’t expect.
Well, that was a lie….. he definitely expected you to be a bit stuck up as soon as he’d seen that little frown on your face, but he didn’t expect you to be like this….hell, you were the best kind of stuck up.
You were a brat who didn’t even know they were.
And this impression that Suna got of you only increased as he talked to you. As he explained the procedure and put on gloves, he watched the nervousness in your face slowly morph into distrust, maybe even a bit of doubt.
“Alright, now that that’s out of the way, let's get that top off and mark where you want these bad boys.”
“Do I really need to take it all the way off?” you asked.
Suna chuckled, he wondered if you knew just how condescending your tone was.
“Not at all sweetheart, just keep it outta my way and we’ll be good.”
You turned your head towards the wall before lifting your shirt over your breasts, your face still hot with embarrassment.
Suna had to bite his tongue to stop himself from letting out a low whistle. He’d pierced some pretty people throughout his career, but you? It wasn’t even sexual….. The sight in front of him was almost art. The way that you wouldn't meet his eyes, the way your knuckles were turning light at how hard you clasped the hem of your shirt.
Yeah, your tits were great but the now exposed sight of where the tops of your thighs pressed together was far better.
“Umm, are you gonna mark them now?” you asked, he’d been quiet for a bit now.
“Just looking for symmetry sweetheart, don’t get your panties in a twist, we’ve got all the time in the world.”
You frowned.
“I just think that-”
Suddenly the little wheeled chair that he was sitting on was right next to you, and his face was close to yours, too close to be appropriate.
“I know what I’m doing Princess…. No need to think.”
Your head snapped away from him, choosing to lock your gaze onto the opposite wall.
Fuck…… his attractiveness was making this seem a lot more hot and a lot less unprofessional.
Rintarō just laughed again before going and opening a couple of cabinets along the wall, pulling out his already sterilized equipment along with a couple of paper towels.
“What’re those for?” you asked, skeptical as you watched the piercer open the small freezer he had, taking an ice cube from a tray.
Your eyes widened as he approached you with them.
“‘K, it’s time for the not-so-fun part, it’s gonna be cold okay?”
“Wait!” you gasped, “can’t I do that myself?”
“Do you have gloves on?”
You winced when he lowered the ice cube onto your nipple, trying your best to stay still as you felt the little pricks of cold travel down your torso, straight to your core.
This was probably something you should’ve thought about before choosing to get nipple piercings from the hottest man alive. You’d never really known if you had sensitive nipples because none of your partners had ever really tried that.
So if you were busy avoiding Rintarō’s gaze before, you were absolutely booked doing it now.
But despite your attempts to hide it, Rintarō could tell.
He could tell with the way that he could feel your heartbeat pounding under his fingers as he held the ice cube to your left breast, rubbing it around the area of the nipple so as to not make any certain spot unbearably cold.
He watched your face amusedly when the cube ran over the bud itself, the way you slightly bit your lip, and how your knees twitched.
“Alright, here’s why we ice it first….” he said, dropping the ice cube into the sink before returning to your side.
“Why do we- fuck!!” you hissed, your upper half involuntarily pulling away from Rintarō, who’d just cinched the clamp onto your left nipple.
He instructed you to breathe, placing his hand on your shoulder as he helped your inhale pattern, lightly squeezing to help distract you from the fact that your nipple felt like it was caught in a crab’s claw.
How the fuck did some people enjoy this shit?
It burned! And all you could think about was how fucking sore your tit would be!
You were beginning to regret this decision.
But then it happened…
“‘Atta girl….you’re doing real good…..”
Thank god you were able to hide your face behind your arms that were still holding your shirt up, because if you hadn’t Rintarō would’ve been able to see your eyes widen and your jaw drop open in shock at the absolutely filthy amount of bass in his voice.
Holy shit…..
You didn’t know if you wanted him to do it again or if you wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
Was he trying to do this?
….probably…..
You convinced yourself that this was how he treated every girl that came in for an appointment with him. He held their hands a bit too long when he shook them, he smirked at them as he ‘assessed’ them through their tops, called them ‘sweetheart’ and ‘princess’.....
Men were pigs….. That was your conclusion. This man was no different.
Unfortunately, that realization did nothing to cease the wet patch currently growing between your thighs.
You decided you’d just press your eyes closed and tough it out, that you wouldn’t provoke him in any way…. You really couldn’t handle another unattainable crush, especially on a man you’d just met.
“Ok, I’m gonna take it off now…” he warned.
You sighed, ready for the pinching to be over as your nipple was now cold AND achy. You still questioned how anyone in their right fucking mind could be into that……. That was until Rintarō’s finger nudged it.
You barely stopped a moan from ripping out of your chest.
Did you understand now?
Suna chuckled as he heard the little gasp you were unable to suppress, and don’t think he didn’t notice how you readjusted yourself, thighs rubbing together as he (as gently as he could) took the clamp off and went to place the ink dot.
“Feel better?” He asked, watching as you let out a relieved sigh when the clamp was finally gone.
You nodded, still not willing to look him in the eye.
“Well…. This is the part that’s even less fun.” He retrieved the needle.
“I’m gonna count you down, on one I’m gonna need you to take a nice deep breath for me okay?”
You nodded.
Suna really wished he could see your face right now. He’d almost give anything just to see your expression as he prepared to push the needle through.
And while you liked to think that the universe was good to you, the universe was better to Rintarō.
He nearly groaned as a high-pitched whine let your lips when he pushed the needle through, your body slightly jerking against his chair in pain as you let out a breathy ‘fuck’ as he followed the needle with the jewelry.
Even as he took the needle away from your body, the piercing complete, you were letting out little whines about how bad it hurt.
And while he should’ve soothed you and let you know it was over, he couldn’t help but take the chance to quickly admire his work.
Fuck…. He thought, he was almost angry at how fucking good you looked.
Your shirt was still up, he let his eyes wander down past your newly pierced nipple, down to your plush waist and soft stomach.
God, you looked so fucking nice…. he wanted to feel it, under his fingers….. under him…….
He cleared his throat, trying to adjust himself in his pants, trying to make his embarrassingly prominent hard-on less apparent before you saw him.
“Are you done?” You asked meekly.
Fuck…… now you were being sweet?
He wanted to see you again….no….he needed to see you again…
But how would he get a little spoiled princess like you back in his chair? Or better yet, in his bed?
“All done sweetheart….” he chuckled.
You sat up, straightening out your shirt as you looked at him with confusion.
“But what about the other one?”
“Well……” Rintarō sighed, resting his elbows on his knees as he prayed that you wouldn’t see through his shitty plan to ensure he got to see you again.
“....it’s probably best that we split this into two sessions….. You didn’t do as well as most people with the first one, so I think it might be best that we come back in about a week and do the other one. That way I can also check up on how this one’s doing.”
“Really?”
The way that you frowned made Suna afraid that you saw straight through his bullshit lie, but he couldn’t turn back now, so he just nodded.
“I’d really prefer to just get it done now though….all at once…”
“ ‘m sorry sweetheart, but I really do think it’s best if we split this up..”
You just stared at him for a couple of seconds, trying to melt him under your gaze, hoping to see if he was actually telling the truth or if he just wanted some scummy opportunity to charge you double.
And while you thought that the glare you offered was pretty worthy, Rintarō just laughed.
You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you stood up and gathered your things as quickly as you could. You couldn’t believe this… he was really gonna make you waste your time like this?
You looked back to him as soon as you’d collected all of your things,
“You’re really sure that a whole extra session is needed?”
Rintarō wanted to coo at the way your face was scrunched up, your nose slightly scrunched and your eyes pressed into a distrusting squint.
“Wanna pinkie promise Princess?” he asked playfully, reaching out his hand, which you instinctively slapped away.
You wanted to apologize as soon as you did it, (even though you doubt it hurt, it was still rude) but as soon as you saw the look in his eyes as he chuckled and feigned offense, the apology died on your tongue.
So you opted instead to just put your nose into the air and turn on your heel.
“Fine. I guess I’ll see you in a week,” you said, exiting the room before the smug piercer could say anything smart.
You begrudgingly made another appointment, and while you thought about asking for the female piercer to do your next one, the thought of them turning out weird due to a different artist, made you stick with the rude, cocky piercer (who just happened to be incredibly hot).
Over the next couple of days, you tried your best to relax and forget about the impending appointment. Unfortunately, the new barbell running through your left nipple wasn’t letting you.
And every time you felt any discomfort, you couldn’t help but think about Rintarō.
……he really was your exact type… sure his attitude could definitely be better…. but since when were you into guys with great attitudes?
Or great personalities?
Or great anything to be honest….
So unfortunately with every wince of pain or every ice-pack session, your mind wandered to the tall man. You found yourself thinking about his voice…and his hands…..
The trouble really came though, whenever your new piercing would rub up against anything. You did nothing to silence your gasps and whimpers of pain/ odd pleasure in the silence of your own space, but as soon as you felt those little tingles in your stomach from the stimulation, you’d find your mind wandering to him.
You just couldn’t help it… as frustrating as it was, you were beyond attracted to Rintarō.
And while Rintarō wasn’t suffering nearly as much as you were, he was still suffering.
You were constantly on his mind when he was piercing, when he was tattooing, and especially when he was sketching ideas for clients, some would call you his inspiration….to him it felt more like you were haunting him.
And it didn’t even stop when he left work. In fact, it got worse. Because outside of work, he didn’t have to try and rein in all of his thoughts, which left his mind wandering further and further each time, trying to recall what your voice sounded like when you whined, trying to remember what your face looked like all flustered and nervous.
He found himself thinking of you as he touched himself in the shower, thinking about how you’d act once you dropped the pretentious princess act. It was always the girls like you, the bratty, ‘trust no one’ girls that were the most fun to tame.
And while the way you acted was a lot of what he thought about, that was only because if he thought about your body, he would totally lose it.
Every time he closed his eyes he could see it, the way that your thighs and ass jiggled when you walked out of his room, the way that the fat of your stomach tensed when he ran the needle through your nipple, and especially the way that your tits rose and fell as he counted you down from three.
It’d been so long since Rintarō had felt like this like he was going through puberty again. Every little thought about you was getting him hot under the collar, and with every thought, the need to see you again became greater and greater.
So when he saw you walk into the shop for your second appointment, he couldn’t even contain the grin that took over his face.
But you weren’t in the mood for games today. You’d just gotten done with your morning class, the class that you shared with that asshole that had practically rejected you.
You had run into him after class (and by ran into him, you meant he practically trapped you against your car outside) and he asked if he could see you again, saying that he ‘messed up’ and that ‘he missed you’.
And while a couple of months ago, you would’ve jumped at the chance to reconcile, you’d learned your lesson.
But that asshole, wouldn’t take no for an answer. He kept pressing… and pressing… and pressing… and now?
Now you had a coffee date after your appointment with a man you’d rather eat sand than see.
So when you walked into that piercing room for a second time, you really didn’t have the mental energy for the hell that Rintarō was planning on putting you through.
The first 30 seconds (maybe) of the appointment went fine. The problems started when Rintarō opened his mouth.
“Nervous?”
The question was innocent enough, but you were already on edge and you really needed to nip the teasing in the bud. Even if it was quite literally the hottest man you’d ever met doing the teasing.
“Nope,” you said, short and sweet (but maybe a little bit cold due to how quickly it came out of your mouth and definitely due to the monotonous way you said it).
“Really?” Rintarō hummed as he prepped his equipment, you sounded tense, he thought,...... that made it even better. “You’re big talk today, Princess.”
You rolled your eyes but said nothing, not wanting to give a reaction.
Rintarō just chuckled.
“Alright, ice cube time.” he said, “Shirt up pretty girl.”
You thanked god that you pulled your shirt up quick enough to hide the look of humiliation on your face. You could barely even feel the coldness of the ice due to the feeling of shame that was already beginning to burn in your stomach.
You swore to yourself that you wouldn’t get… excited today. You swore that no matter how hot he looked or sounded, you wouldn’t feel the need to offer him yourself, ass up on his chair…. How were you already failing?
But the worst was yet to come.
Over the past week, you’d (unfortunately) developed a deep understanding of how sensitive your nipples were. And after several, rather embarrassing, experiments, you’d found out that, despite your previous thoughts and feeling towards people who got aroused by pain, having them pinched, tugged, or even just rubbed was a one-way ticket to arousal.
So when Rintarō replaced the ice cube with the clamp, you had to focus nearly all of your energy on keeping yourself from moaning.
And while you didn’t make any noise, Rintarō definitely noticed the way your chest caught and how you squirmed in his chair.
He got your attention with a small hum before asking,
“You mind if I check the swelling of this one Princess?”, referring to your week-old piercing.
You would have said no if you knew what that meant. Unfortunately, you thought that checking for swelling meant looking at it, maybe even putting an ice cube on it…..nope
Checking for swelling meant you had to work twice as hard not to let out any sounds as Rintaro poked and pushed at your nipple, making you painfully aware of how embarrassingly wet you were getting.
You needed to hurry up and get outta here. If he kept getting you worked up, you might end up sleeping with the fucking asshole you were about to get coffee with, and you’d rather die than do that.
“Isn’t the other one ready to pierce yet?” you asked, trying to ask as nicely as possible without seeming pushy.
“Just a little while longer. ‘Wanna make sure it’s easy for the needle.”
You frowned. Rintarō sounded like he’d just shrugged you off with that answer, and he didn’t even stop looking at your tits! Sure maybe the first couple of prods at the piercing were permitted, but it was getting into unprofessional territory.
But Rintarō just couldn’t help it. You were just so soft….. and he’d been thinking about you for the last 7 fucking days… and by the looks of it, you’d been thinking of him just as much.
Don’t think that you could hide the way your breath would jump every time he spoke, don’t think he didn’t see the way your lower stomach tensed when his fingers brushed against your piercing.
“Come on….” you huffed, it had been at least two extra minutes and he still hadn’t made any move to take off the clamp,
“It has to be okay by now, what are you even- fuck!”
Suna grinned as you finally let out the moan you’d been holding in after he’d just barely nudged the clamp over your right nipple.
“See…” he cooed, “now it’s ready…”
You just sat in shock as he gathered the stuff to finally pierce your nipple with, whistling to himself as if you hadn’t just let out the neediest sound ever.
You had half a mind to give him the scolding of his lifetime, but as soon as he turned around with the needle, making eye contact with you as he stood over your laying body, the words died on your tongue.
“You want me to take it off now?” he asked, the way his eyes gleamed made your stomach sink and your thighs twitch but you weren’t ready to give in just yet.
“What kind of question is that? Don’t you- shit!”
He didn’t even give you a warning before “gently” removing the clamp.
What the fuck was up with this man? Why was he doing this to you? Certainly, he couldn’t see how aroused this was making you, right? If he knew just how fucking overwhelmed you felt right now he’d stop, right?
“You okay sweetheart?”
You wanted to kill him.
The way that he asked the question wasn’t innocent at all, this cocky motherfucker knew exactly what he was doing to you. And the worst part about it all? The bastard wasn’t embarrassed, or sorry, no…. he was smug about it.
You wondered if you should say something….. tell him that you didn’t appreciate being treated like you were the entertainment.
But if you did that, who knows what would happen. He could refuse to do your piercing (and you refused to face this man a third time to get it) or even worse, he could make this the worst piercing in the world. He could make it to where you’d have to live with lopsided nipple jewelry or make it to where you’d be bleeding on and off for two straight weeks!
So with all of that in mind, you bit your tongue and just mumbled out a disgruntled “yeah, I’m fine.”
But Rintarō wanted you to react. He wanted to see that little face you made when you were mad again, he’d been thinking about it forever. Thinking about the way your bottom lip pushed out in a pout when he fucked his fist, the way that he knew, if he tried hard enough, he could probably make you break, make you so frustrated you’d admit that you wanted him.
He went ahead and lined you up and then you felt the tip of the needle against your skin.
“Alright Sweetheart, from three again…. Ready?”
This time you were prepared, this time the only sound you let out (much to Suna’s disappointment) was a small ‘mmph’
And almost as soon as he’d put the barbell, you were sliding your shirt back down and gathering your things to leave.
“Woah…. What’s the rush, Princess?”
Suna didn’t want you to leave yet. He knew that if you walked out that door, he’d probably never see you again, and he still needed to figure out a way to get a date or at least your number.
“Aren’t we done?”
“Well yeah, but I still need to brief you on how to take care of them now.”
You turned to look at him.
“Didn’t you do that last time?”
He had, in fact, done that last time. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t bullshit his way through 10 extra minutes with you.
“I didn’t cover everything then Sweetheart.”
You could feel your eye starting to twitch in annoyance. When you looked down at your phone for the time, you saw that not only was there only 15 minutes until your “date”, but there was also a text from the guy you were going to see saying,
‘Just got to the cafe, can’t wait to see you ;)’
The scowl on your face deepened, a detail that Rintarō didn’t miss.
“Don’t you have a pamphlet or something? I really need to go….”
“It’ll take five minutes, tops.”
Even if it did only take five minutes (which you doubted it would), it was rush hour and the coffee shop was 10 minutes away (almost 20 with traffic).
“I really can’t I have a date in like 10 minutes.”
You hoped that that would finally get Rintarō to give up, even if it meant you’d be implying that you were off the market to the man who’d plagued your dreams for the last week.
‘Oh?’ Suna thought, ‘A date? Well gosh….he didn’t want you to miss that.’
Suna shrugged.
“Tell him to wait.”
“ph-w-what….?” you sputtered out, looking at him in shock as he just continued to clean up his work area.
“What princess? I thought you liked bossing men around? Tell your little date he can wait.”
You were sure that you looked like a fish with the way your mouth was opening and closing, searching for the words to say as your brain ran a mile a minute to catch up.
“Excuse me?” was all that ended up coming out, earning a deep chuckle from Rintarō, one that may or may not have caused your knees to weaken a little.
“I’m just saying Sweetheart, you took all this time to come in for a second appointment and now you’re trying to leave? Don’t I need to teach you how to take care of yourself?”
If your face felt hot before, it felt like it was on fire now. Despite his light-hearted body language, nothing was innocent about what Rintarō had just said.
The inner turmoil, the choice to either run away with your tail between your legs or to take a chance in the lion's dens, was dizzying. Especially when you could see the way the lion's thick muscles tensed and rippled as he cleaned. Especially when you knew that the lion was hungry…. and that you’d be the meal.
“I only made the second appointment because you told me to.”
“Hmm…..are you sure?”
Rintarō had finally finished cleaning, but now he was approaching you, grinning when you make your way to the door in avoidance.
“Why the fuck would I have made one otherwise?” you gaped, placing one hand anxiously on the door handle.
“ok…..I’ll let you go..”
You sighed in relief, but it was a bit too soon.
“I’ll let you go if you answer one question.”
“Sure….” you scoffed, “...what’s your question?”
Suna was standing directly in front of you now, barely an arm's length away.
“Your date….. Is he better looking than me?”
…..did you hear that correctly?
“....huh?”
Suna laughed again before looking straight into your eyes.
“Is he?”
Your eyes must’ve popped out of your head as you just stared at the man staring right back at you, clearly expecting an answer to the incredibly invasive question.
“That’s incredibly unprofessional AND none of your business…”
You went to open the door, but you were too slow. Rintarō had already boxed you in against it, using one hand to keep it closed while the other rested on the other side of your head, bringing back to your attention, just how large it was.
How tall was he again? He couldn’t have been anything less than 6’2”..... That was definitely taller than the guy from your lit class. And he was definitely hotter than the guy from your lit class.
And although you’d known that he was incredibly hot, from this close, Rintarō was impossible hotter. From here you could see just how well built he was, with veins running along the forearms that were trapping you against the door, covered in little ink designs and god were his shoulders wide….
You were ashamed of how turned on you were right now. This really wasn’t the time to be ogling and drooling over a man you barely knew, especially since it was the same man who was literally holding you hostage.
“You promised me one question pretty girl…”
Rintarō thought that it was cute the way you were avoiding his eyes, your face was all scrunched up into that little angry expression and while he loved that he now got to see it up close, he prayed that he wasn’t close enough that his quickly growing hard-on would brush against your body because while it was obvious that your body was reacting to his, he needed you to tell him….
He needed you to tell him that he wasn’t crazy, he wanted you to tell him that you’d been thinking of him just as much as he’d been thinking of you.
He needed to know if you’d wondered how he’d feel against you because fuck had he been thinking about what you would feel like under him.
You rolled your eyes, still not looking as you mumbled out your answer.
“What was that?”
“.....no.”
The look that came onto Rintarō’s face should’ve worried you. The way that he smiled made him look like a fox in a chicken coop. But despite your better judgment, you felt your panties getting even damper.
“Why don’t you stay a little then? Tell that fucking loser you found someone better.”
“Better?” you scoffed. “Did you forget that this is pretty much harassment?”
“You’re free to leave Princess……I won’t stop you.”
The same smug smirk graced his face as he backed away from you, leaving you completely free to leave the room. All it would take was for you to turn the handle and leave.
…..so why wouldn’t your body move?
Rintarō busied himself with something at the counters across the room, forcing you to live with your silence and contemplate just what you were expecting him to do when you said that.
Did you want to stay?
He was by far the prettiest man you’d ever seen, practically a god.
And he seemed to be into you…..
……and you were definitely into him….
And so, with your face burning in embarrassment and your stomach burning with need, you cleared your throat before sitting back down on the chair and quietly telling Rintarō,
“......maybe you should tell me how to take care of them…..”
That’s exactly what Rintarō wanted to hear.
This is what he’d been waiting for….fuck you were gorgeous….
The way that your thighs were sandwiched together, the way that your stomach covered the tops of them. He knew that he’d just seen it less than 2 minutes ago, but god did he want to see it again, but this time, this time he wanted to feel it.
He wanted to feel your thighs pressed against his ears while he tasted you, wanted to watch that bratty, stuck-up little look fall off of your face when he pushed his fingers down your throat and fucked you into his chair.
But he’d start off slow. He knew that your type was easy to scare off, girls like you didn’t trust easy.
Your eyes wouldn't meet his as he abandoned his place at the counter, slowly returning to his stool.
The intensity of his stare felt like fire against your skin and it was quickly making you doubt your decision to sit back down.
He sat down.
You could feel yourself starting to sweat. What the hell was he doing? He was just sitting there…..staring.
After 20 painful seconds, you finally spoke up.
“What?”
Rintarō grinned.
“Shirt up pretty girl.”
You went to raise the hem of your shirt but paused, the awkward feeling of Rintarō staring making you stall.
“Look away” you mumbled, making Rintarō scoff but nevertheless divert his eyes.
Your freshly pierced nipples glinted under the annoying fluorescent lighting, reminding you of just how wet you actually were, how needy Rintarō had made you over the last week.
You wanted him to touch you, to brush his fingers against the barbells as he’d done earlier. But instead of asking, instead of telling him how badly you needed him, you just mumbled out a small “done.” and focused your gaze on a spot on the wall.
“Fuck….” rintarō sighed, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his spread thighs as he admired you.
His work was, of course, amazing. But the art was only as good as its canvas and fuck did you make his art look good. He could feel his cock twitch in his jeans, begging him to hurry up and bury himself in you.
But not yet…
“Touch them.”
His request was simple, and it shouldn’t have surprised you considering the fact that you both were well aware of where this was headed, but still, you felt your face burn as you stuttered out a small “excuse me?”
“Pinch ‘em for me, Princess. I wanna make sure you’re satisfied with my services.”
It was your turn to scoff
“as if…”
Suna shrugged at your words, and to your surprise, he stood up and turned towards the door.
“Alright. I’ll let you redress then…”
“Wait!” your worried voice made him stop, the grin coming back onto his face as he turned back towards you.
You were looking up at him now, your eyes on him but still not meeting his own. Your fingers untwisted in your lap and unsurely traveled up your torso.
Suna chuckled as he sat back down, watching as your hands stopped at your tits, clearly embarrassed and unsure of what exactly he wanted from you.
You gasped as your fingers experimentally tapped on both barbells, over the past few days you’d become acclimated to the sensation of playing with your piercing, but now that they were both done, the feeling of running your fingers over the small metal pieces was entirely new.
Your piercings weren’t healed enough to pinch yourself yet, so you settled with softly rolling the pads of your fingers over them, circling the areolas as you bit back the small sounds trying to force their way out.
You screwed your eyes shut when an embarrassingly loud whimper came out of you, your torso jerking away from the back of the chair as you landed a slightly harder flick to your week-old piercing.
You couldn’t see what Rintarō was doing but you could hear the sound of his belt buckle coming undone and his zipper coming down. And that thought, the thought of him pulling his cock out to stroke to you playing with your tits made you burn even more.
You wanted to touch yourself, but he didn’t say that you could. Nevertheless, you found one of your hands trailing down to rub against your clothed core, rubbing against it through the soft material of your leggings. As the other continued to play with your tits.
Rintarō couldn’t help but groan at the site. Even though he hadn’t told you to, you were already grinding against your palm, your fingers stuffed between your thighs, he could feel his restraint slipping, the need to be between your thighs, replacing your hand with his cock was almost too much….. almost.
“Take ‘em off.”
“What?” you breathed, your eyes opening just wide enough to see the upper half of his torso, thankfully not enough to catch glimpse of what he was doing with his hands.
“I wanna see you…”
You prided yourself so much on the fact that you knew how to stay in control of your own body, but something about Rintarō….. Something about him made you want to do it, to do anything he asked of you.
But still, half of the fun was doing the exact opposite of what he told you to do.
Suna watched as you turned your nose up at him, that little frown gracing your lips for just a second before being disrupted by a light moan. He watched as you took your bottom lip between your teeth and continued to grind against your hand, ignoring his request completely.
He stood with a small ‘tsk’ and walked over to you, stilling your hands by gripping your wrists.
“Being stubborn Princess?” he asked, looming over your panting figure.
You somehow found it within yourself to roll your eyes, making Rintarō groan.
Girls like you really were the most fun to break.
Without a word of warning, Rintarō’s hand replaced yours, squeezing between your thigh and grabbing the fat of your cunt between his fingers, making you squeal as you tried to pull your hands from his grip.
He just chuckled before bringing your wrists over your head, pinning them to the headrest of the chair.
“What’s wrong Princess? Wishing you’d listened?”
He started to move his hand, massaging the outside of your cunt with his fingers, making you gasp and moan every time his middle finger managed to catch your clit.
He wanted you to look at him. Wanted you to see the look of hunger in his eyes as he planned what the best way to fuck you would be. You’d been avoiding his gaze, running from the reality of what was happening, he wanted you to know just how hard you made him, just how much he wanted you.
“What are you-mph!” your gasp of surprise was muffled as Rintarō stuffed two of his fingers into your mouth, releasing your hands to come down and clutch his forearm.
He groaned at how warm it felt.
‘Fuck’ he thought, how nice would it be to be balls deep in your throat?
Of course, he wanted more than that today, but that definitely sounded like something to do in the future.
“Fuck…” he groaned, feeling your tongue flex beneath his fingers as you, despite your better judgment, began to suck on them, wrapping your tongue around them, pretending that it was something more.
But the real thing was so much bigger, sitting on the edge of your visual field, laying against the side of the chair by your cheek.
Fuck it was big.
“So naughty….” Rintar ōwhispered, his fingers running between your lips, feeling just how wet you were for him. “You’re not gonna strip for me? Do I have to do everything for you?”
Without warning he yanked down your leggings, groaning as you subconsciously raised your hips off of the chair to help him force the fabric down past your knees, leaving them to hang off of your ankles.
You only moaned around his fingers, digging your nails into the thick muscle of his forearm that was now pressing against your stomach as his fingers started to massage your cunt again.
He hadn’t even touched you there and you were almost shaking, wanting to beg him to touch your clit or better yet stuff his fingers inside of you.
You remembered how thick his fingers were. Fuck they’d feel good buried in you.
Rintarō groaned as he felt you whine around his fingers.
“What was that sweetheart?” He asked, finally pulling out of your mouth.
“Touch me….” you moaned, throwing your head back against the chair to avoid his piercing gaze.
He tsked, his fingers leaving your cunt to grip your plush stomach, making you gasp.
“Is that how we ask for things, Pretty girl?”
He raised his fingers to your piercings, flicking the old one, making you cry out.
“Why don’t we try asking for daddy’s fingers like a good little girl?”
You couldn’t tell if your eyes rolled to the back of your head, but you definitely felt all of the air leave your lungs.
You needed him…. Bad….. so bad that you were willing to give up everything you believed in …. willing to beg.
“Please….” you whined, almost too quiet to hear….
“What was that Princess?” Rintarō asked, he wanted to hear you admit it louder, admit that you needed him.
“Touch me….please..” you begged, your eyes meeting his for the first time since you’d sat in the chair to be pierced.
Rintarō could’ve cum on the spot. If not because of the tears painting your lower lashline, then definitely because of the way you’d finally decided to give yourself to him.
Without a word, he pushed two fingers into you, groaning as you cried out and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, trying to root yourself in something as his fingers curled up into you, finding your g-spot within seconds.
“Fuck…. Please….” you whined, nails digging into his back as his digits drug against your walls, curling and prodding at all the right spots, making you see stars as you moaned into his shoulder.
“Shit….” He groaned…. “You’re so fucking tight Princess….”
Rinatrō was pressing his dick against the chair, humping the upholstery as his hips unwillingly jerked with each sound you made.
Never had he been more grateful for the thick walls of the room, because he’d be damned if anyone else got to hear the sounds coming from you as he fucked you on his fingers, stretching you out for his cock.
“Feels good….” you whined as his fingers brushed up against your g-spot again, making your eyes flutter shut as your thighs unconsciously pressed together.
Rintarō groaned at the feeling of your legs squeezing against his wrist, trying to constrict his movement as his fingers bullied in and out of your cunt.
You were so fucking soft…and so fucking warm…. he could feel his cock leaking onto the chair, leaving a smudge of pre merely inches from your pouting lips.
“Yeah?” he grunted, ducking down, “feels good Princess?”
His face was so close to yours, so close that you could smell the mint on his breath, you wondered if you could taste it.
“Mhmm” you hummed, your eyes flicking down to his lips. Not even trying to hide your want.
Suna got the message… but didn’t comply and kiss you. He wanted to make you work for it, for you to admit that you needed his tongue in your mouth as he prepped you for him.
Your pout deepened, making Rintarō chuckle.
“You wanna kiss Princess?”
You nodded, the pout not leaving your lips as you offered them to Rintarō, who amusedly ignored them, making you whine in protest.
“If you wanna kiss princess, take it…”
Your eyes widened at his words. Somehow, even with his fingers, knuckles deep in your pussy and his other fingers wet with your spit, asking for a kiss seemed humiliating.
But still… something burned in you when he made you ask for it, and you could try to roll your eyes and hide how much his demands turned you on, but the way that you clenched around his fingers didn’t lie.
He had you wrapped around his finger.
You slowly wrapped your hand around the back of his head, and pulled his lips down to yours, opening as soon as his tongue touched your lips to allow it into your mouth, moaning at the feeling of it scraping against the roof.
He groaned at the way your cunt squeezed around his finger as you sucked on his tongue. He couldn’t believe you’d actually done it, he thought you’d be harder to break.
You could feel your end approaching, your hips were grinding against his forearm as you rode his fingers.
You cried out into his mouth as his thumb began to glide across your clit.
Rintarō could feel you getting tighter, feel your walls firming up around his fingers as he pushed into your soft spot with every jerk of his wrist.
God, you were so wet, he could get off to the sounds of your gushing cunt alone, the way your juices were coating his palm, he bet that if he tried hard enough he could make you cum harder than you ever had before.
He dropped his head into the crook of your neck, not even trying to hide his panting as his hips desperately jerked into the side of the chair.
Your mouth dropped open as his pace somehow quickened, his palm beginning to slap against your clit with the force he was finger fucking you.
You could feel him pressing up against that spot inside of you with every thrust, but you didn’t know what it meant until you felt that unfamiliar feeling rising up inside of you.
You remembered the first time you squirted. It wasn’t with any of your past relationships, it’d actually been so long ago that you had nearly forgotten that you were capable of doing it, but as the sounds of your cunt became louder, and that shameful urge to piss came over you, you knew that you were about to do it again.
“No….” you gasped, trying, to no avail, to stop Suna’s fingers from continuing to piston into you. “No, please…”
He just laughed….hadn’t you squirted before?
……fuck….. was this the first time?
He ignored your cries and pleas to slow down, his tunnel vision focusing in on making you gush all over his chair.
He cooed at you as you began to cry, still begging him to stop as your legs began to shake around his arm.
He decided that he couldn’t have you ruining your own orgasm and stuffed his free fingers back into your mouth, pressing down against your tongue as muffled cries and pleas still left your throat.
“Come on pretty girl….” he panted above you, “you can do it…”
It was too much…. You’d been holding on for too long.
You couldn’t hold it much longer.
With a final sob, you felt yourself lose the fight, your hips jumping off of the chair as the embarrassing liquid sprayed against Rintarō’s forearm, soaking the chair beneath you.
“Fucckk…..” he moaned, fucking you through your high on his fingers, groaning as you squirted all over his arm, practically drenching him in your arousal.
“Good girl…..” he cooed, as you came down from your high, your unfocused eyes meeting his. “.....such a good girl for me…”
Rintarō could practically feel his heartbeat in his dick as he rubbed your slick across your pussy, painting the fat of your thighs and stomach with the clear liquid, lightheaded from the fact he’d been able to make you cum so hard.
He looked down at you…. His face dropped.
You were staring back up at him with tears in your eyes, sniffling like a baby as your chin wobbled in embarrassment.
“heyyy….What’s wrong Princess?” he whispered, automatically retracting his hand from its position between your thighs as he guided you to sit up in the chair.
“You-….” you hiccupped, hot, shameful tears welling in your eyes as you grabbed his arm to stand on shaky legs.
Rintarō looked down at you, worry gathering in his brow as you took watery breaths.
You took him by surprise and pushed him into the chair, making him sputter out a confused ‘huh’? Before you stretched your leg over his hips to straddle him, barely able to balance fully on your feet as you sat over his bulge, trapping him against his chair.
“What’re you doing princess?” Rintarō asked, genuinely confused as you brought your hand up to wipe away the tears in your eyes.
“That was mean….” you mumbled….
Suna let out a light moan as soon as he felt it, the slight circling of your hips against his crotch, he couldn't see it, but he could feel the wetness of your cunt gliding against his bare dick, slicking it with your cum as you let out little whines above him.
“Come on Princess…..” he asked, taking your hips and beginning to force you off of his lap. “Let me up and I’ll give it to you….”
The warm hand around his throat took him by surprise, he looked up at you with wide eyes.
“Stay still…” you demanded, your hips still pushing and pulling, dragging his cock across your entrance. “You had your fun….”
You trailed off, throwing your head back with a whine as his tip caught on your clit again, slightly overstimulating you as you prepared yourself to take him.
All Suna could do was watch you, fuck he was drowning in you, your plush body completely covering his as you guided his hands up to grip your ass before laying down against him, pressing your freshly pierced, overly sensitive tits into his chest.
You took the hand that was wrapped around his throat and slid it to the back of his neck, pulling him into a loose kiss, tracing his tongue with yours as you felt him rumble beneath you, his chest vibrating against your tits.
You looked up at him, your face in an expression of reckless want before pulling a deep groan out of him as you guided him to your entrance and sank down onto his cock.
You barely gave him time to adjust before you were grinding yourself against his hips, his cock so deep in you that you swore you were seeing stars.
“Shit…” he grunted, his fingers digging into your sides, trying to slow you down in fear of cumming like a high schooler, “slow down baby….”
You only shook your head, your hips driving him crazy, forcing him to look away from you in fear of losing it too soon.
He felt so good, hitting so deep inside of you. You swore that you’d never go back to ordinary dick again, not if this is what it could feel like… what it should feel like.
Your legs burned with how long you’d been riding him, the protest of the muscle finally overwhelming the need to have him dragging against your walls.
Rintarō was finally able to stop moaning when your hips ceased, making his eyes snap open to find your eyes inches from his, watching him expectantly.
Without a word, you crawled off of him, barely able to stand as your knees shook in exhaustion.
“Wh-?” Rintarō was bewildered as he sat up, looking at you in shock as you stood beside him, your arms crossing over the fat of your tits as if you were expecting something.
“Get up,” you demanded.
And somehow, for some reason, Suna found himself getting up, wincing at the feeling of gravity against his leaking cock.
You casually wrapped a hand around his dick, making him gasp, a whine rising in the back of his throat.
“Are you gonna fuck me now?” you asked, the same condescending tone that you usually sported, making a re-emergence as you folded yourself over the back of the chair, presenting your ass to him like it was on a fucking platter.
It took him a second. After all, all of the blood that was usually in his brain was currently flooding his dick, but after a second he caught up. And when he did he couldn’t help but chuckle.
“You’re trying to tell me what to do Princess?” he asked, pulling an unexpected whimper from your mouth as he palmed the thickness of your ass.
“Thought you said I like to boss men around?” You retorted, suddenly grinding back on him, making him bite his lip as his cock jumped between your ass cheeks.
‘Fuck’ he thought, watching you as you arched your back more, trying and succeeding to tempt him. “Guess I was right…”
You nearly screamed when, without warning, he slammed his cock into you, thrusting balls deep as the fronts of his thighs pressed against your ass.
“Shit.” he hissed, not able to control his hips from bucking into you too fast to last any longer than the next couple of minutes. “You feel so good Sweetheart….” he gasps, his fingers digging into your waist as he pulled you back at the same time he thrust forward, making your whole body shake with the force at which he was pounding into you.
“Please…” you begged, too dumb to form any coherent sentence. “....more…”
“You want more Sweetheart?” Rintarō grunted, going to push his arm under you to play with your clit, when your phone rang from in your bag.
Both of you looked at it from its place on the foot of the chair, the vibrations making it almost impossible to ignore.
Neither of you knew who was calling, but you both had a pretty good idea of it.
Before you could stop him, Rintarō was pulling the phone out of your bag and answering the call from some contact labeled ‘asshole from lit’
He said nothing as he pressed accept.
“Hey, where are you? I’ve been waiting for like half an hour now?”
“No-mphf-” you tried to whisper out before Suna forced your head down against the chair with his free hand, continuing to roll his hips against your ass as he chuckled into the phone.
‘So this was your ‘date’?’ he thought.
“Sorry …she’s a bit busy right now….”
He heard a scoff over the line.
“And who are you?”
You let out a muffled protest from underneath Suna, making him that much more tempted to hold the phone down to your mouth before fucking you as hard as humanly possible, letting this asshole know just who you really belonged to.
“Shhh, sweetheart…” Suna cooed “I’m on the phone..”
He held the phone away from him before thrusting into you again, the head of his cock ramming into your g-spot, making you cry out behind your palm which was doing a pretty shitty job to hold back all of your needy little sounds.
“What the fuck?” he heard on the phone, making him chuckle again, “who the fuck is this?”
The asshole on the other end of the phone sounded angry, but the only thing that Rintarō cared about was how you clamped down that much tighter with the shame of knowing your pleasure was being eavesdropped on.
You were writhing beneath him, chanting breathless, barely audible ‘harders’ and ‘pleases’ as your thighs shook trying to hold you up.
And despite the protests from the asshole from your lit class, Rintarō chirped a quick, sunny ‘goodbye!’ before hanging up and refocusing on the feeling of his cock inside of you.
“Damn it..” he sighed, eyes rolling back as he felt you pushing your hips back to meet his, trying to fuck yourself back onto his cock. “Your so fucking hot princess….so fucking good for me…..”
“That little boy can’t fill you up like I can Princess… fuck- only I can make you feel this good, yeah?”
You nodded, senselessly agreeing with his words, even though it was true. You were so far gone that he could’ve asked you to marry him and you’d probably agree.
“You gotta say it baby….say you love my cock…. That no one can fuck you like daddy…”
“Yes!” you cried, shaking as you felt your second high quickly approaching “.....only you daddy…..love your cock so much….”
Suna could feel his own end rising as well, the feeling of your wet, plush cunt driving him to the quickest orgasm he’d had since his freshman year of college.
“Shit princess….. Feels so fucking good…. You gonna cum for me? Gonna cum on my cock?”
He asked, reaching down under you, to circle your clit, wanting to feel you squeeze him and milk his load out of him.
“...yes… fuck-please….gonna….. -fuck- ‘m gonna cum…..”
Rintarō covered your mouth with his as you squealed in release, squirting on his cock as your cunt tightened around him, pulling his orgasm out of him with a guttural moan.
He felt your cum dripping down his balls as he emptied himself into you, praying that you were on birth control because your cunt was so tight that it wouldn’t let him pull out.
He just laid against you, softly grinding into you to gently bring you down from your highs, whispering what a good girl you were, how you took him so well and did so good into your ear, making the after waves of your orgasm that much more enjoyable.
Eventually, he pulled out of your spent pussy, groaning softly at the wet pop.
He lightly patted your ass before going over to his station to retrieve some wet paper towels to clean you up. (he really wanted to clean you using his tongue but he decided that was best saved for another day)
But when he turned around, he found you already pulling your leggings back up and your shirt back on, not to mention you were back to avoiding his gaze.
“Woah woah woah, Sweetheart… what’s the rush?
You sighed. You knew how these things worked. You were used to them by now. You weren’t even mad about it this time, you’d gotten the best dick of your life and he’d gotten a bit of stress relief.
If you didn’t leave first, he’d soon be awkwardly clearing his throat, asking you to get out of his shop and his life.
Might as well save yourself the embarrassment and bite the bullet now.
“Hey, I said wait!” he said, grabbing your wrist to stop you from grabbing the door knob.
“What?”
It almost made him trip over himself. Was that really it to you? Just walk out the door and bam, gone forever?
“What do you mean what? You’re just gonna leave?”
You wanted to roll your eyes, let him know that he could drop the niceties, that you knew where this was going.
“So what?” you said, turning your face away from him.
Rintarō groaned as that bratty look came back over your face. No matter how cute it was, now wasn’t the time for you to act like this.
Did he need to remind you of what just happened? Could you not feel his cum leaking out of you as you spoke?
“That’s it? You’re not gonna give me your number or anything?”
“I’m not looking for a fuck buddy right now.” you shrugged off, trying to turn back towards the door, only to be stopped again.
“Who the fuck said anything about that? Now give me your number…”
“What?” you looked at him incredulously, amazed with his devotion to ‘not hurting your feelings’
“Give me your number….” he backed you up against the door, closing you in like he had earlier.
“Why?”
‘Incredible….’ Suna thought…. You acted like some smart little college girl, but you didn’t know why he’d want your number?
“Why do you think sweetheart? ‘M gonna take you out…”
Your mind went blank.
Take you out?
“What?” you asked, genuine confusion painting your face as you stared up at him with wide eyes.
Rintarō scoffed before looking away, making it the first time ever that he’d avoided your eyes.
He covered his mouth with his hand, rubbing his jaw as he tried to hide the obvious blush coming over his cheeks.
“God…” he muttered, “you’re really gonna make me spell it out?”
And it wasn’t until then, until you saw the embarrassed blush and nervousness flickering through his eyes that you understood….
“As if…”
Suna’s jaw practically dropped when he heard you scoff.
But nevertheless, you reached into his front pocket, fishing out his phone before holding it out for him to unlock.
But he was frozen. And for only the second time in the short time you’d known him, he seemed speechless.
“Well?” you asked, pulling him out of his daze.
“Shit.. right” he mumbled, unlocking the phone and staring at you in shock as you entered your number before handing it back to him.
“Alright…..” you said awkwardly, getting ready to turn and head out the door.
But once again, before you could, Rintarō wrapped his hand around your wrist and turned you around.
“What no-mphf..”
Rintarō held you by the chin as he placed one last kiss on your lips before pulling back, grinning.
“Fuck that felt good,” he said, his smile only getting wider as you rolled your eyes and finally opened the door to leave.
“Whatever pervert,” you grumbled, ducking your head as you tried to keep yourself from smiling, scowling at him one last time when he landed a light slap on your ass.
Rintarō just laughed as he watched you walk away calling behind you, “see you tomorrow night!”
You just rolled your eyes and went to the reception desk to pay.
And even though you left the shop with a small frown on your lips, remembering the obnoxious, inappropriate, insanely hot piercer inside, you couldn’t deny the fluttering feeling in your chest.
You got into your car, wondering if that creep from lit had finally gotten the message.
Your phone chimed.
Unknown Number: tomorrow night, date, be ready ;)
You smiled.
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I'll Pay the Price, You Won't.
Island Breeze in the Dead of Night
Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7
Masterlist
plot: you're on vacation and you desperately want to tell Eddie you love him…and how much fear can you swallow before it overflows?
(I’ve always loved the idea of writing about a vacation and here we are! Fulfilling my silly little daydreams.)
Pairings: modernrockstar!Eddie x fem!popstar!Reader (curvy!reader, bisexual!reader)
Warnings: brief discussion about eating/media body shaming, drinking, Eddie saying some spicy words
easter egg count: 14
wc: 4.3k
“How’s it going over there on fuck island?”
You snorted at Este’s words, trying to pick up some speed on the treadmill. Luckily there’d been a gym on the island, a must for the tour you’d be preparing for in the next year. You’d been trying to build stamina, tired of wanting to drop dead while onstage.
Not that there was an album to be toured. You had a few songs, sure. But how the fuck were you supposed to keep writing happy songs? And how were you supposed to do that within the next six months?
Nonetheless, you hated the treadmill. So you called Este.
“It’s not fuck island,” you corrected. “But, to answer your question, it’s going great.”
It’d only been two days, but it had been blissful. You and Eddie spent most of the days together, lounging by the beach or sleeping. Eating whenever you wanted to. Meeting the rest of the band at the end of the night, one person assigned to cook for every day that you were there. Play board games. Make some drinks.
And, yes, a lot of fucking. A lot.
Regardless, it was a very laid-back vacation.
“I’m sure you’re all over each other like sick puppies being like, ‘I love you.’ ‘No, I love you more.’”
You kept quiet.
“You have said I love you, right?” Este asked, her voice slow and deliberate.
“I mean,” you started, trying to think of what to say. “He hasn’t said anything, so I haven’t.”
“You know that someone has to say it first, right? Like, you can just say it and see what he says.”
“I don’t know…”
“You are in love!” she exclaimed. “What else is there to know! If you don’t tell him six months in, then what are you doing?”
There were some things you didn’t like to think about. Especially on vacation in the British Virgin Islands where you spent most of your time sitting in the shade on top of your boyfriend. Why ruin a perfectly good time with talks of those kind of feelings? Why ruin the restoration of your bodies that never seemed to slow down? Why not allow everything to freeze in time for a little bit?
“You’re literally on an island right now,” Este huffed, as if she could read your mind. “How is that not the perfect time to say I love you while snorkeling with dolphins?”
“Under the water?”
“Okay, but what if you end up stepping on a sea urchin and it gets infected and then you die?”
You laughed but had to catch your breath as you sped up again. Beads of sweat dripped down your neck and disappeared into the fabric of your t-shirt. But you could tell some of that sweat was from something else entirely.
“Couldn’t he just pee on it?” you teased.
“Tell him you love him while he pees on your foot."
“Why am I friends with you again?”
“Because you loooove me.”
Before you could respond, there was a knock on the wall. Eddie walked in, startling you. You almost tripped but caught yourself, turning down the speed immediately.
“Hey, how’s it going in here?” he asked.
“Is that him now?” Este teased.
“Uh, hey, Este, I gotta go,” you said quickly.
“Don’t let me stand in the way of true—”
You ended the call before giving him a nervous smile.
Eddie was looking…well, he was looking good. He was in a Metallica tank top (a t-shirt he tore to shreds no doubt), black swim trunks, and, shockingly, black flipflops. His tattoos were littered over his arms and legs, the hint of one on his chest popping out. A wild bun thrown to hold his hair back, sunglasses perched on his head.
“Hey.”
“Hey, sweetheart,” he replied, walking over to give you a soft kiss.
You wanted to jump back, to keep him away from how bad you probably smelled but Eddie didn’t seem to mind. Though, he did pat your back instead of giving you a hug. You couldn’t blame him.
“Wanna get some lunch before we hit the sand?” he asked, holding out his hand.
You nodded, maybe a little enthusiastically, happy to press your palm against his.
“Are you gonna let me shower first?”
“Maybe,” he whispered, leaning into your neck to lick up some of your sweat. “Stinky.”
Despite the small whimper that left your lips at the stimulation, you murmured, “You’re so gross.”
“Didn’t sound like you found it gross,” he teased, already tugging you towards the door.
You rolled your eyes, unable to deny the accusation.
“Shut up.”
Lunch was peaceful, with Eddie ordering you whatever you desired. He told you to enjoy yourself, enjoy your time on the island. He was sweet like that, always encouraging you to eat what you wanted, whenever you wanted. It was something he never shied away from being made known.
“Why do you do that?” you asked him when a second piña colada was placed in front of you.
He gave you a grin, slipping another French fry between his teeth before responding.
“I just like seeing you do what you want to do.” He leaned in further. “And, if I’m being honest, you always do what everyone else wants you to. ‘Oh, do this. Do that. Eat this. Don’t eat that!’ Fuck that. I hate that shit. You're not some clay pot they can mold or whatever. It's ridiculous.”
You couldn’t disagree. “And you think me eating all this food will change that?” you half-joked.
“I think you eating whatever the fuck you want and not worrying about what anyone else thinks is a good start.” He took a sip of his frozen margarita, one with a little umbrella, before adding, “And when you’re with me, sweetheart, you don’t have to compromise a damn thing. I’ll make sure of that.”
His words affected you more than you wanted them to. It wasn’t like he was wrong. Months and months ago, you’d let it slip that you ate extra healthy in public so tabloids couldn’t have “evidence” to slam you for your looks. That the sheer idea of eating bread or pasta was unheard of if anyone could see. (Not to mention having to order dessert to go, in secret in order to throw off the scent of fatphobic headlines.) You never won when it came to the media, even if you were content with how you looked.
By the time you and Eddie left the restaurant, well-fed and slightly tipsy, Eddie had you pinned up against any wall he could, lips attached to yours. Whispers of how pretty you looked, murmurs of things he wanted to do to you later. It left you in a fit of giggles that were quickly swallowed by his mouth.
It was a scene to behold, out in plain sight, but it was addictive. It was exactly what you’d wanted as a teenager who dreamed of true love. A love to call yours without hindrance from the opinions of others.
You would stay forever if this was what the rest of your life looked like. Just the two of you, lovestruck on an island that seemed to leave you alone.
When you set your stuff down at the beach, you couldn’t help but stare at Eddie removing his top. It was something else to see Eddie nearly undressed in public, sprinkled with dappled sunlight. Face risking the promise of sunburn, all rosy-cheeked and red-nosed. The scent of sunscreen wafting off him, sand somehow littering his hair. It was everything.
Under your sundress was that turquoise bikini Eddie had gotten you months before. You’d been wary about wearing it in public for the first time, but he promised you that people weren’t privy to taking photos here. That you were just as safe as you’d been in his pool. That you deserved to feel good.
And when you took the dress off, you could feel Eddie’s eyes raking over you. Because you turned, watching him stare at you through his sunglasses. He did that thing from the movies, pulling them down to the bridge of his nose, brown eyes dilating.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you chided.
“Mm, I’d rather take a Polaroid,” he said, making grabbing motions with his hands so you’d come closer. His hands found your hips before giving them a light squeeze. “And then, you know, cum all over it later.”
His words had you flustered, looking around as you hoped no one else could hear him. The others on the beach were too far away, but you couldn’t help but feel exposed. Some part of you knew it was because of your swimsuit, but you tried not to let it eat at your brain.
“I’d like that,” you said back, quieter than before. “But you better shut that pretty mouth of yours before I drag you back to our place.”
“Our place?” he questioned, a cheeky grin popping out. You rolled your eyes as his face got closer. “You wanna call it ours?”
Too bashful to respond, you kissed his shoulder before stepping back and walking towards the water. He was right behind you, hands finding purchase on your waist. It was as if he was stuck to you, making sure he followed wherever you strayed.
You couldn’t cope with how much you liked it.
You couldn’t cope with how much you loved him.
“Don’t like my teasing?” he asked as your feet touched the water.
Shaking your head, you took a tentative step forward. It was hard to tell the full truth, no matter how much you’d already shared. For some reason, everything still felt so delicate. Even six months in, it felt like it could all slip from your fingers at any moment. Why call something “ours” when there was no promise that it would be there tomorrow?
And why the hell were you thinking like that right now?
“I like it a little too much,” you admitted despite your reluctancy. Forcing yourself to make eye contact, you added, “The idea of something being ours.”
“Does it now?” he asked. His voice was playful, but you could see that it made him feel soft when he pursed his lips, dimples deepening.
“Mhm,” you responded, feeling a bit more confident.
Eddie kissed your cheek. “I’ll keep that in mind, fair maiden.”
The squeal of a child is what awoke you. Eyes fluttering open, your eyes adjusted to the light behind your sunglasses. And the ache of them sitting on the bridge of your nose had you tearing them off. Which, yeah, was a mistake.
The umbrella seemed larger than before, cocooning you from the rest of the beach. A little paradise in public, all warm and cozy. It wasn’t shocking to find that you’d fallen asleep.
“What time is it?” Eddie asked from under you.
“We fell asleep. Again,” you said with a yawn, sitting up. “I think it’s two? Maybe?”
Eddie was already wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back on top of him. Nuzzling himself back into you. Keeping you hostage.
“Good thing we napped, ‘cause we’re partying tonight,” he said with a mischievous grin. “It’s Emo Night over at one of the clubs.”
Raising an eyebrow, you looked down at him. “Thought you guys didn’t party anymore, old man.”
Throwing his free hand over his chest, he said, “We’re on vacation and you wound me.” Your shared laughter mixed seamlessly before he planted a kiss on your collarbone. “Come on, what do you say?”
You let out a huff. “I already said yes two minutes ago in my mind.”
Eddie looked up, grinning like a devil before pulling you down to connect your lips.
You really could just stay there forever.
You really, really could.
When you went to get ready for the night, your embarrassment set in as you stared down at your suitcase. You hadn’t brought anything black because you never really wore anything black. But you refused to say anything to Eddie or the others, too nervous you’d sound insecure.
But the thing was that you were insecure. And if you did say something, Eddie would offer his clothes that you couldn’t fit into. So, instead, you sucked it up and made yourself look damn good in what you already had: a tight baby pink tank top and a short white pleated skirt with some wedges. The outfit complemented your curves, hitting your waistline just right. You were a beauty queen to behold, no matter how out of place you’d look tonight.
When he got out of the bath, Eddie was there to shower you in compliments as he ate you out, skyrocketing your confidence like never before. And if you so happened to give him head before having to redo your makeup, well, it was worth it.
The two of you were rushing out the door, trying desperately to make it to the others in time before you had to leave. As you sped walked through the winding streets, you couldn’t help but look over at Eddie. He’d stayed in a black wife-beater and a pair of fitted black shorts. Kept his signature rings and beat-up black Converse. Hair in a low bun, eyes shadowed in sparkly charcoal, and his guitar pick choker. Your pretty boy, your gorgeous boyfriend.
A chorus of greetings sounded the moment Grant opened the door. Everyone was decked in their usual ensembles, only altered slightly to accommodate the weather. Gareth, Jeff, and Grant even complimented you on your outfit, lowering your insecurities just enough to breathe momentarily.
But something you noticed was Ronnie eyeing you. It wasn’t obvious at first, just catching her gaze every now and then. By the sixth time you caught her looking you up and down, you were fully aware. Not to mention extremely confused by the behavior.
And it wasn’t something neutral. No, her eyes seemed to narrow bit by bit as Eddie held onto you. As he laughed with Grant over an inside joke. As he handed you another shot with a kiss.
Giving you this look that bordered on a warning. Like you were doing something wrong. Or, rather, she still expected you to make a mistake. Trip up and prove her right.
All you wanted to ask her was what could prove her wrong. What could you do to possibly give her the impression that you were worthy of Eddie’s affections?
But that was something you still wondered for yourself.
It was a chilling thought that you held the same questions.
After pre-gaming with a round of shots and a shared joint, the six of you headed out to the club. Slightly cross-faded, the journey into the club was a little hazy. Because there were bodies upon bodies, all dressed like your boyfriend and the four others in your group. And you stood out for the most part, noticing glances from strangers.
But there was Eddie, arm snug around your waist as you made your way over to what seemed to be a private area overlooking the rest of the crowd on the dance floor. A shot was put in your hand and before you could think, the six of you were throwing them back like it was nothing. And judging by how drunk you already were, it sure tasted like nothing.
Right after slamming the glasses on the table, “If You Can’t Hang” by Sleeping With Sirens started, causing the crowd to cheer. You were one of them, looking at Eddie with a wide grin as he smiled at you.
“Ready to dance, pretty girl?” he asked.
You giggled. “Oh, I was born ready, pretty boy.”
The entire group moved to the dance floor, dangerously close to the growing pit. But you felt a surge of impulse, winking at Eddie and nodding over at the circle. A grin stretched across his face before you pulled him into the whirlpool. He howled in hysterical laughter as you went round and round, arms locked together as you moved around the pit.
You yelled the lyrics with him, giggling at the way Eddie was straining to sound just like Kellin Quinn. Stomping your aching feet through a circle, stabilized by the people on the outside. Round and round you went, a carousel of sweaty bodies colliding, all blissful in the shared comradery. An adoration for music and human connection.
This was better than any after party you’d been to.
“I met a girl talking away!
She found a boy she knew she’d change!
I changed my hair, my clothes, my face
To watch us go our separate ways!”
What a gorgeous rush it was to be there with him. To be people for once, not just celebrities. It was just you and those around you, all able to enjoy this moment together. You were normal. You were human.
And when Eddie grabbed you and swung you both out of the pit, he kept a grip on you. Kissed your temple before pulling you back towards the others. Swayed and let the people around you move you towards your destination.
“You’re fucking crazy for going in blind!” Jeff screamed as you neared, stabling you when the crowd jostled again. “Fucking crazy.”
You merely laughed, shrugging at him. “What can I say? I’m having a good time.”
“Have you ever been in a pit before?”
You turned at the sound of Ronnie’s voice, your smile starting to falter just a little bit. Just enough for her to catch.
Because no. No, you hadn’t. And you didn’t realize that that mattered to her. Or to anyone for that matter.
“Uh, no,” you responded.
“I think it’s hot,” Eddie said into your ear before looking over your shoulder. “She was great for her first time, right?”
You turned back around to meet his wild eyes, more interested in him than whatever the fuck Ronnie had to say about your behavior. He started singing again, attention now on you and only you.
It was addicting, gesturing with your hands as you screamed with your boyfriend at the top of your lungs. There was a certain form of catharsis that came from moments like these, fueled with the release of every negative emotion once associated with the lyrics. Now they were transformed into joy, a shred of light at the end of whatever tunnel that song had once held you in.
As the final verse kicked in, you pulled Eddie’s mouth to yours. Gasped at the way his fingers dug into your waist. Basked in the love that was overflowing from your heart. Your fingertips. Your eyes. Your mouth. Every piece of you was mesmerized by this moment, this little pocket of perfection that couldn’t be replaced. And, God, you truly believed for a moment that it was going to last forever.
“Would you please stay and come inside, baby?
Would you please stay and please be mine?”
To say that you were drunker than you’d been in months was an understatement.
Shot after shot, one drink after another, you were filling up with a bubbly kind of adrenaline. You rotated in jumping into the pit, all of you ending up there at some point. What was left of a voice in your head kept you out of Ronnie’s way, her cold shoulder always too close for comfort.
But Eddie suggested you get a final round. And who were you to pass up on that offer?
As you and Eddie headed towards the bar, you could hear the faint sound of someone calling both of your names. You didn’t want to turn, didn’t want to give attention to a stranger, but you couldn’t help it. And when you did turn, you saw a woman make direct eye contact with you.
All green eyes and wavy blonde hair, looking like a rock star’s girlfriend. Short denim skirt and even shorter crop top, smiling with mauve lipstick. She was really pretty. And then she looked at you, practically scoffing at your appearance.
“Oh my god, Eddie?” the girl squealed, turning her face into something more innocent. “I’m a huge C-C fan.”
C-C?
And Eddie being cross-faded, all open and smiley, gave her a high five.
“Hell yeah!” he exclaimed, chuckling.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she asked.
“A quick getaway with the band and my pretty girl over here.”
That’s when she finally acknowledged you. “Nice to meet you… You are?”
There was that little cut in your chest. You’d heard her say your name. She knew who you were. And she was making it very clear what your place was.
“Can I get a selfie with you?” she asked Eddie when you didn’t respond.
Here was a stranger. A fucking stranger trying to put you in your place.
Eddie nodded. “Fuck yeah, no problem.”
And Eddie wasn’t even aware. He couldn’t understand.
The girl turned to you, giving you a once over like Ronnie had earlier. “Actually, would you take the picture?”
And it was like a punch in the gut, her tight-lipped smile so different than the one given to your boyfriend. She was playing a game behind Eddie’s back, making her disdain for your presence known.
As you took the photo, some part of you couldn’t help but agree with her. Maybe your presence wasn’t as welcome as you once thought. Maybe you didn’t have a place here. Eddie just might not have seen it yet. Maybe he would soon.
When the girl walked away, bumping your shoulder on her way out, Eddie planted a sloppy kiss to your cheek and wiggled his fingers under yours before tugging slightly.
“C’mere,” he said, voice nearly overshadowed by the music. “Screw the next round. Lemme dance with my gorgeous girl. Hm?” You merely shrugged. “This reminds me of the night we met. Remember?”
That brought a smile back to your face. “How could I forget?”
He grinned, kissing your forehead. “Favorite Beatles song?”
“’Ticket To Ride’.”
“Excellent choice off of Help!”
You rolled your eyes. “Why thank you.”
“Just come here, baby.” How he was able to pull you closer was beyond you. “I’ll keep you safe. I promise.”
You sighed and nodded, letting him turn you around before heading back to the pit for another round of revelry and chaos.
“Did I stand out tonight?” you asked, the last of the alcohol turning you into a secret sharer. “Like, did I embarrass you?”
“What? No, baby. Never. Why would you think that?”
You and Eddie had sobered up by the time you fell into bed. But neither of you were quite tired yet, still buzzing off the energy of the nightlife. You caught each other’s eyes, heads on pillows turned towards one another. Moonlight dripping through the curtains. Eddie there, all porcelain and blue. All beauty and grace.
“’Cause I wasn’t dressed like you and Gareth and Grant and Jeff and Ronnie and—”
Eddie’s lips cut you off, all gentle and lovely.
“I like you just the way you are,” he said. “Would you want me to be someone else?”
You shook your head. “Never.”
“Exactly.” Huffing, his eyelids drooped before they fluttered back open. A soft smile adorned his lips. “You called me a pretty boy in your song.”
You chuckled. “Yes, Eddie. Yes, I did.”
“You think I’m a pretty boy?”
“The prettiest.”
“I like that. Pretty boy. People think I’m all mean and scary.”
“In reality, you’re just a soft, pretty boy.”
“The softest,” he agreed. “And the prettiest.”
“I won’t tell anyone, don’t worry.”
“You already did, silly girl.”
You said nothing.
Eddie took your hand, holding it against his chest.
“Wanna ask you something true.”
“Yeah, what is it?”
“What do you miss the most from before?”
You thought about it, fiddling with his tank top all the while.
There was a lot about life before fame that still held value to you. The simplicity of going grocery shopping or to the farmer’s market. Writing in a coffee shop for hours while strangers flitted around you. Walking around thrift shops. Taking your time doing literally anything.
But there was one place you could always stay invisible. A place that transported you to a different time, a different dimension. Come out a different person than before. You could almost taste the buttered popcorn and your favorite soft drink combo. You could almost taste that kind of anonymity again.
You smiled. “Probably going to the movies.”
“You could probably rent out a theater for a matinee showing. No one goes to those.”
“I did,” you said, smiling. “It was my favorite thing to do. Get a few dollars off, have the theater with one or two people who also had a day off. It was fun. I’d save up just to go see a movie.”
Eddie’s grasp on your hand tightened. “I think that’s cool. I always went to the movies and now I just pay for streaming. It’s actually pretty shit.”
“It sucks,” you agreed.
He let out a hum. “You’re making me miss it. Fuck.”
“Do you ever want to go back to that?” you asked softly. “You know, just being a person and not a celebrity.”
“If you asked me six months ago, I might’ve said yes.” The smallest smile reached his tired face. “But I never would’ve met you if I hadn’t gotten famous.”
“Yeah, that’s true,” you breathed.
“I wouldn’t trade you for the world.”
“I never want to be with anyone else ever again,” you confessed, closing your eyes. “I think you’re the best thing to ever happen to me. It’s just scary.”
“Don’t be scared, sweetheart,” he said, voice seemingly farther away than before. “You have me.”
And as sleep began to wash over you, you were left with one last sentence.
“You can’t get rid of me that easily.”
A special thank you to @strangergraphics for her help with these cool dividers!!! Always in love with what you come up with.
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@sabo-has-my-heart asked:
Hey, you mentioned you're taking requests now but haven't gotten any, do I thought I'd send one in. 😉 I was hoping you could share some Ace and Sabo headcanons you have. Please and thank you.
Hi friend! Thanks for the advice earlier and now this submission. I’m so happy that you turned in my first request.
I don’t know if this is that good but, I hope it is. I love Ace and Sabo so much! They are in my top five favorite anime characters of all time!
Warnings: just a little angst; too much fluff
Word count: 698
Ace and Sabo Boyfriend Headcanons:
Sabo:
Would 100% put his top hat on you when you were upset or worried about him. He’d think you were the cutest.
Lots of head pats if you are shorter than him.
And lots of hugs all the time
Lots of kisses too but usually not in public
He’s just one big softy for you.
I feel like he would be that boyfriend who would never get jealous. Boys got confidence for days.
He would be so clueless at the start. And probably go to Koala or Hack for advice.
After about maybe 6-7 times asking for advice, he’d try to do something romantic on his own.
It’d be a success and he’d come up with ideas on his own.
Then, he’s literally an expert on romance. He would write a book on it!
Like with Luffy, EVERYONE would hear about you all the time.
They’d get sick of hearing about you but happy that Sabo is happy.
Rarely fight, but if you do, he will apologize first
Even if it’s not his fault
Even though he’s busy, he’d make time for you. Especially for cuddling.
He’d be very protective. If something seemed shady or dangerous, he’d keep you behind him so you know he will protect you no matter what
But he would let you have some time to yourself. You know if you needed him he’d be there but he would let you hang out with friends or go places without him.
Probably keeps a picture of you with him for when he goes on missions.
It calms him down and helps him to remember why he is doing what he is doing. It’s all to make a better world for you and everyone else.
Ace:
I love Ace so much. My sister says if he was real he would most definitely be my soulmate.
He’s 100% a golden retriever boyfriend. You can’t convince me otherwise.
He’d be your biggest fan! Like always there for you cheering you on and being there to talk whenever you need it.
Would talk to Whitebeard about you all the time, maybe even more than Luffy.
He would be protective even more than Sabo. He knows what people like Blackbeard (if I said what I wanted to say about this one I’d be banned from tumblr) are capable of and feels like his whole world would fall apart if he lost you.
Would be with you 98% of the time
He would be the most jealous boy ever.
Literally, you could be talking to a female friend and he would get all pouty and insecure.
He’d think he’s not good enough and you’ll leave him
Poor Ace 😔
But you assure him that you only love him and would never leave him.
He would literally engulf you in a bear hug or kiss you all over your face.
Marco would make fun of him so much.
Lots of hugs and kisses
Has a least one arm around you at all times
He’s not the best with romantic stuff like Sabo but he tries without getting advice.
Then Marco and Thatch have to clean up his messes.
After a while, they plan it and he just has to pretend he came up with the idea.
You know he is playing along, but you are happy that he’s trying to be the perfect boyfriend.
He would probably get a tattoo for you (this was actually Ace’s ideas and not Marco’s or Thatch’s). Something you picked out for him probably.
He would most definitely be your personal human space heater. You’d never be cold when he’s around.
We all know he’s a little stubborn, so if you got into a fight, he’d wouldn’t apologize if it was your fault at first.
Then he’d panic and think you were going to leave him and apologize.
Marco and Thatch would again make fun of him.
They will not let this boy live any of this down. They will forever make fun of him.
When he dies (I’m definitely crying now and so are you! Unless your Blackbeard, then you can leave), he mentions you and thanks you for loving him.
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IZU ANON IS BACK!! So I spent the day in Paris and saw SOOO many couples so I felt inspired (that’s a lie I’ve been lurking around your blog but felt weird requesting so much so close together and didn’t want to overwhelm you so I waited😞) anyways
Hc’s for Soulmate!Izu x Tatooed!Reader because I’m sickly inlove with soulmate au‘s
Especially writing that shows up on the others skin<3 The reader just drawing super ugly cats and doodles all the time- I feel like Izu would be the more artistic one and reader would suck at it but still do it all the time (this is more me telling you my hcs rather than requesting them from you but i literally can’t talk to anyone else about this please bear with me😭) and Izu would like draw SUPER realistic and detailed all might portraits or something and then reader like get’s a villain tattoo because they’re ✨different✨like that and Izu freaks out and somehow finds them through that??? This is like half a fic omg i just got carried away😭 feel free to ignore this I just absolutely went off I’m so sorry ily
izu anon…… your mind….. ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL.
i’m utterly in love with this idea.
i feel like the tattoos won’t transfer BUT!! the stencil that they USE for it does!! (ykwim?? the purple/blue ink they use??)
so one silly little day, he’s just relaxing yk. it’s his day off and he is using it to catch up on a show todoroki’s been raving about (which is unusual for todoroki so you KNOW it’s good!!)
our boy has his old ratty blue t-shirt and worn out grey nike shorts on. feet kicked up on his ottoman, his calves exposed. (do you see where i’m headed?)
now— imagine his surprise when he gets up and notices the purple/blue print of a villain on his right calf!!! (im thinking late 80’s)
he genuinely panics— like he’s seen these stencils before— a few were super badass honestly.
BUT A VILLAIN??? A VILLAIN???
he kind of feels sick because like— what if his soulmate is a villain?? (you’re not, you just like tattoos)
he immediately takes a picture of it!! he plans on looking for you— aka stalking every single tattoo artistry page and the people they tag in their posts, also their criminal data bases, and looking at everyone’s right calf when he goes on patrol.
he’s hoping that IF you’re a criminal/villain, he could help you to become— well, NOT that.
he also goes to bakugo about this and asks if he saw anyone get a tattoo of it recently (because bakugo definitely would get tattoos, i just know it. it’d be all skull and fire themes too) (plus he recently got one) bakugo just says, “the fuck? you think i know everyone with a tattoo? what kind of dumb thinking is that?” and poor poor izuku is panicking because he upset bakugo (he actually didn’t, bakugo was just taken aback by the picture) izuku apologizes profusely (bc that’s his thing) and bakugo go just tells him to stfu and that he MIGHT know who tattooed the image because he recognizes the style. sooooo he takes izuku to the parlor and introduces him to…….
YOU!!!!!!! yes, you tattooed yourself!!!!
you’re bakugo’s tattoo artist!!!
“dumbass, show me your right leg” bakugo yells in your small parlor, like an asshole. this makes you roll your eyes— you’re used to him, you’ve been tattooing him since you both were 19, which was when you finished your ‘tattoo training’. “keep talking to me like that and i’ll drop you from my cliental list,” you turn around after you finished sanitizing your station (bc all good artists do!!) “just show me your damn leg for the sake of this idiot,” he points towards izuku, that’s when everything goes in slow motion, and pro hero deku shines bright. he’s omitting a vibrant color and it’s nearly blinding (omg maybe your quirk is seeing/sensing auras)
(also, we’ll just say you’re wearing shorts for the sake of this)
you walk out from behind the barrier of the station and put your right leg on display. that’s when izuku chokes— it’s full of all the stencils he’s seen and… the villain tattoo. “fucking idiot, why would you tattoo a villain on you? you hate them,” bakugo slaps the side of your head, cause he’s an asshole. “cause it’s badass! plus it’s an old school villain, no one really knows ‘em.” you shrug and smack him back, narrowly avoiding his fresh tattoo (you wanted to hit it so bad) “anyways, why did you wanna know? and speak fast cause i have a client coming in twenty.” he forcefully takes izuku’s phone out of his hands, and shows it to you. “why am i looking at a blank screen? bakugo i don’t have time for this,” you push his hand back. “you didn’t let me unlock it,” izuku secretly rolls his eyes, you caught it though. he pulls up his gallery and shows a picture of his leg with your stencil on it.
your eyes narrow— not wanting to believe it cause like, you’re a small business owner and there’s no way a big time hero could be your soulmate. “yeah no, i have no time for bullshit. did someone send you this or something? trying to turn me in for a damn tattoo?” bakugo grumbles bc he’s ANNOYING (i love him) and grabs a pen. “draw something.” “you know i can’t with no reference. i’m shit without one.” “JUST DRAW! ON YOUR HAND! NOW!” “stop yelling all the damn time.” you grumbled and begrudgingly drew a horrible looking bunny. like— absolutely terrible !!! looking bunny onto your hand. bakugo, being the ass he is, RIPS off izuku’s glove and shoves his hand in your face. “bakugo. there’s nothing there. seriously you’re wasting my time, i need to set up. i don’t have time for jokes.” you go back to your station and start getting the ink ready. izuku rolls his eyes again— at his friend, not you. “that was the wrong hand,” he says in a slightly sassy tone, which was funny to hear from a pro hero. izuku takes his OTHER glove off and walks to you. “here,” he places his hand in front of you and you drop your tattooing gun.
“oh,” was all you said before walking into the back of your shop. you screamed a ‘what the fuck’ and walked right back out. “well, hi.” your smile is very awkward because like— how are you supposed to respond to that?? it’s not everyday that your soulmate ends up being a pro hero. “uhm… so can we meet after your uhm, next appointment?” he asks, very very shyly, it was like he was a high schooler all over again. you just give a head nod and write your personal number on the back of your business card. “uhm see you.”
months after that fateful day, you and izuku are officially together! he’s drawn you many designs for tattoos. (either for yourself or your clients)
now— izuku may be a very talented artist but when it comes to tattooing? absolutely not. he tried tattooing a small heart in between your fingers as a little practice thing and— let’s just say, it looks like a jacked star. (pls he felt so bad)
while it was a little ugly, you still loved it because he was the one to do it <3
OMG AND THE FIRST TIME YOU TATTOOED HIM— he tried not to cry. like— THIS MF USED TO BREAK HIS BONES DAILY!!! THIS MF FIGHTS BAD GUYS FOR A LIVING!!!! but it’s okay!! not everyone can handle getting a tattoo and that’s perfectly fine!!
ps most of his tattoos are all might hero based.
IZU ANON!!!!! i thoroughly enjoyed this <3
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hear me out…. todobaku as villains???
im going to disappoint you anon bc i am not a like... dark & twisted fantasy villain au person. as per quidfree canon what keeps me going is good characterisation and so you will find no undercut tattoo-laden bad boys here.
if you want my two cents on what todobaku villain au would most likely look like though it's under the cut
todoroki:
this one is easy right? touya exists. shouto already has his villain backstory: his dad is a bigshot hero uplifted by society and also an abusive bastard in private. his motivations in hero-oriented society are obvious.
i think shouto probably distinguishes himself from touya in a number of ways, one of which being style of villainy. touya was a lot more unstable emotionally (?tied to his quirk self-harm stuff) and undiscerning in his resentment (see: woman hater) even before he ran away. i think shouto would be a more classic anti-hero type villain, less quick to cause chaos and death to unrelated civilians or high schoolers. they would have an uneasy relationship if and when shouto figured out who dabi was- i think he would retain his empathy for his siblings and mother, but he would disagree with touya’s choices.
i see him as a loner villain, not likely to join the league. early UA shouto appeared to have literally never spoken to another person in ten years, so if he around that age veered off the expected path and went MIA, i think the whole ice prince thing would solidify pretty definitely. and that’s the kind of personality he’d have too- icy, controlled superiority over a core of red-hot rage. no quips here. though some dramatics. he hides it but shouto always has flair.
shouto is a practical guy first and foremost. i think he’d just wear something similar to his plumber fit. maybe something akin to a balaklava to mask his identity, but maybe not, if he wants to make his father aware of his actions. i do think touya-style he might go for a hairdye, but in his case it’d probably be bleach, as a sort of obvious reclaiming of rei’s heritage and rejection of enji’s.
overall as villains go if we are keeping to a world close to canon shouto is probably one of the more morally upright people you will encounter. very scary motherfucker but pretty targeted enemies, so unless you’re involved in maintaining the hero justice system at some pivotal level you’re probably safe. if you are though? rip i guess. prepare to have your home frozen, your limbs stuck to the ground, and an icepick summarily driven through your skull by a teenager.
bakugou
katsuki is tough because for him it very much depends on setting, and at a basic level when you’re looking at. katsuki fundamentally is not a fuck the system guy- he’s a guy the system loves, and he’s interested in winning it, not destroying it, at least until character development kicks his ass. so really if you want to go early canon for both of them, villain bakugou is just hero bakugou. a katsuki from the start of bnha left to continue on his presumed arc uninterrupted, no deku or kidnapping or war to force him to question himself. arrogant and cruel and uncaring of what heroism is meant to be about. saving big numbers, sure, or at least defeating big ones, but when your defeats involve death or as good as, hard to draw the line.
similarly, in a universe where for some reason heroes have lost their relevance and villains reign, teen katsuki would have very easily risen in that direction, with similar traits.
who would his targets be? whoever’s in his way, pretty much. even in a more anti-hero slant, villain’s goons would not be safe. and anyone who tried to recruit / hire / ally him would inevitably face some kind of betrayal bc katsuki simply got sick of orders and believes he can handle the fall-out.
in terms of looks, katsuki is more style conscious than shouto is, but as lord explosion murder doesn’t necessarily look very heroic i think he wouldn’t look that different. maybe more of the black and winter-suit vibes.
for as insufferable as he would be, he would also be horrifying, yes. i mean, the guy is a starter kit terrorist. even if he was in tantrum ego mode he could level a street. collateral would be nasty if katsuki didn’t care to contain himself.
todobaku villain interaction ???
if we’re going with the above sort of setting? would not stand each other. for bakugou it’s obvious stuff (think sports fest and general canon), but todoroki genuinely would not tolerate villain bakugou at all, given the obvious alarm bells of similarity to endeavor. it’s not his focus but if bakugou died he would not be displeased.
as in any universe they could be begrudgingly forced into cooperation and then be privately disgusted by how well they worked together after the initial predictable faux pas. all of their other villain colleagues are like “can’t we just call that guy in for an assist again” and theyre like *breathing exercises* no.
they are both despite appearances and villainy-amplified dramatics fairly pragmatic so theyd probably not actively seek to cross each other unless they seemed to be getting in the way of their respective goals. they can recognise that this would be getting into it w an unnecessarily big distraction/threat. but i can imagine the “keep out of this” warnings would be fairly inventive. todoroki negligently thwarts one of bakugou’s plots and bakugou turns his entire hideout to rubble. a bunch of todoroki’s contacts are collateral during one of bakugou’s attacks and bakugou wakes up to find all of his security died of hypothermia overnight. lest we forget they both have petty streaks.
hero x villain interaction would be. very funny and very bad. hero todoroki would be So Tired of villain bakugou bc of how frustrating it is that hes actually hard to stop and villain bakugou in turn would resent him immensely. hero bakugou dealing w villain todoroki? that would be (psychologically bizarre) fun. i think for some reason that would be the closest we get to a bakugou w ‘doodling hearts against their own volition’ crush energy. but theyd get along a lot better than the reverse, mainly bc hero bakugou is like a decent person and villain todoroki respects moral integrity. in both duos in a lighter setting the villain of the two might start getting a mild kick out of messing w the hero despite their focus on other things just bc 1) it gives villain todoroki the mildest of entertainment to look forward to every blue moon given he doesn’t necessarily wish bakugou any active harm 2) villain bakugou feels he’s owed some todoroki suffering considering how annoying he personally finds him.
that’s my two cents on it anyways. idk what everyone else has in mind!
#qui parle#qui repond#anon#todobaku#tdbk#villain au#katsuki bakugou#shouto todoroki#can someone Please explain to me where those evil deku wearing a bowtie and a smirk hcs came from. i hate that guy#i know where. people just like snarky scary villains. but still. it's the principle of the thing#50
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Punk Princess
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And just like that, a tradition was born. Every Tuesday night, when Hopper was out working the late shift (because apparently Steve lived with him and El what? ) Eddie would come over to the Hopper-Harrington residence and host DnD nights.
This was quite literally killing Eddie.
“Gareth, dude you don’t understand, now that he’s more healed up than before he’s started walking around in like tank tops and he has a monster tattooed on his fucking arm. I didn’t think he could get any hotter. And, and he is so fucking soft with his sister El, it’s insane. Like a total mom about her and it’s killing me. Gareth I’m dying, I’m dead, I wanna suck his dick so bad” Jeff groans from somewhere in the back of the garage, setting up a few of the amps.
“Eddie I swear to god, I’m going to kill you if you don’t shut up.” Gareth grumbles, slamming a drum stick down on the symbol for emphasis.
“Yesterday he fucking, just sat in my lap on the throne they have for the game set up, because there wasn’t a chair and it took everything in me not to pop a woody right then and there. Have you seen his ass?” Eddie couldn’t contain the dreamy sigh he let out as Mack cursed him out from somewhere to the left.
“Wait, you said he had a tattoo?” Jeff perks up leaning his arms on the amp in front of him. Gareth groans.
“Jeff, don’t encourage his behavior.”
“Jeff my man, he has two tattoos, the one on his arm is this super sick art work of some creature whose mouth opens like a flower and it’s just covered in teeth. Will told me he drew it for him and they call it a Demogorgon even though it looks nothing like the actual one in DnD. And there's one on his hip, although I don’t know what it is cause I only saw a little bit of it peaking out once but it looked like flowers or something.”
“Wait Steve knows DnD?” Mack is the one to speak up this time, and Gareth just bangs his head on the drums in front of him.
“Yes!” Eddie shouts, hopping up off the couch he’s on to pace out some of the energy just thrumming under his skin. “Sometimes when we play, he’ll be with the girls like braiding Max’s hair while El braids Robins and he will just, fucking chime in with his knowledge of something or other that’s happening in the campaign. Dustin gets unreasonably attached to whatever Steve recommends too, even if it might be a poor play.”
“Huh, maybe you should invite him to Hellfire.” It’s Gareth that speaks up this time, a mischievous glint in his eyes that makes Eddie feel a little nauseous.
“No, absolutely not.”
“Eddie come on, you never shut up about the guy, and this way it’d give you another reason to spend time with him. And we wouldn't have to hear you wax poetic about his ass during a campaign.” Jeff offers out, and actually that’s not a bad idea, even though he can see Gareth and Jeff and Mack exchanging sneaky looks out of the corner of his eyes, he thinks they might actually be on to something, Because if Steve comes to Hellfire, he’ll be on Eddies turf, and maybe for once he’ll have the upper hand and get Steve flustered.
“Alright, yea I’ll do it. I’m gonna ask Steve to join Hellfire.” He nods his head spinning on his heels and scooping up his guitar. “Are we gonna practice or what?”
He just barely misses getting hit in the face by the drum stick Gareth sends flying at him.
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Eddie’s absolutely terrified walking into school Thursday morning. He’s got a whole speech planned out to convince Steve to join Hellfire staying up late to prepare and practice it, but he just knows in his gut he’s gonna fumble the execution.
Gareth comes saddling up next to him as he makes his way down the hall towards the outside bleachers where they usually spend Hellfire’s free period. He knows Robin and Steve are usually out there as well so the conversation is sneaking up on him fast.
“You gonna ask him?” Gareth whispers in his ear, a shit eating grin spreading across his face.
“Obviously.” He knows you can hear the nerves in his voice and Gareth just throws his head back and laughs.
“Alright, good luck.” He offers before skip stepping over to where the rest of Hellfire is sat, and Eddie takes a deep breath, squaring his shoulders as he turns towards where Steve and Robin are.
He fucking flat lines.
Steve's standing on top of the highest part of the bleachers, his battle vest sitting over his black denim jacket open to reveal the soft pastel blue sweater he has underneath, and his arm is outstretched with a long roll of paper, pretending like its a sword or something as he marches back and forth. His hair is spiked slightly today to make it a cross between a traditional mohawk and the fluffy hawk he usually wears it as, and his eyes are lined in a bright blue liner with gray smoke around them. He notices idly that Steve had pierced his other eyebrow to make up for the one Billy had ripped out, and he’d shaved a little extra in the scar where the old one was so he has a slit in his eyebrow now.
Fuck he can’t do this.
Shit why is Steve so fucking hot.
He can hear Gareth and Jeff cackling off to the right as he just stands there, hands in his pockets open mouth gaping at Steve, but he can’t get his feet to move.
“Oi, Munson.” It’s Robin's voice that brings his brain back online, Her hands waving back and forth over her head. “Come here, I need your opinion on something.” And who is Eddie if not too oblige to that demand. So he takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders and saunters his way over to them.
“Okay so Steve thinks he’d be a barbarian in DnD right? But I’m convinced he’s more of a Cleric. What do you think?”
And isn’t this the perfect opening. The universe shinning down on him for the first time in his life, and he’d be stupid if he didn’t grab this opportunity by the balls and run with it.
“Actually, Stevie, I think you’re more of a Paladin.” Steve stumbles slightly on the bench he’s still marching on, hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets now, Eddie can see a soft blush rising to his cheeks. “Like okay, you know how Paladins have their belief and their oath right? Well your oath is totally the kids, or in this case The Party you’d play with. And you’re damn loyal too so you’d bend over backwards to make sure your party stays as safe as they possibly can no matter the quest.” As he talks he sees Steve's cheeks steadily grow redder and redder, scratching the back of his neck and turning his face bashfully. Hook, line.
Eddie’s on his own turf now, he’s just gotta see if he can drive it home.
“If you wanna try your hand at it, we are starting a new campaign in Hellfire tonight, and you can join. Robin too.” Robin's face lights up, joy mixed with mischief and he wonders if it’s a good idea to actually have her in the same room as Gareth and Jeff. But Steve's eyes are shining a bit as he ambles down the bleacher bench till he's standing almost nose to nose with Eddie.
“You asking me on a date, Munson?” God fucking damn it, this fuckers smooth . Eddie groans internally, because apparently Steve seems to always have the upper hand, and Eddie can't catch a break. Taking a deep breath, Eddie rolls for charisma and leans a little bit closer to Steve, the tips of their noses brushing.
“See if you can even survive the campaign and maybe I’ll think about taking you to dinner, Princess.” Steve’s eyes grow big and he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, nodding his head slightly.
And sinker . Eddie’s got him right where he wants him.
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good heart (faulty machine of a man) - 1/30
fic summary: bucky meets someone at therapy
word count: 1169
tags: post endgame, pre tfatws, hurt/comfort, slow burn, canon divergent, canon compliant, au
warnings: ptsd, panic attack, character death
a/n: a little intro chapter, a little meet-not-so-cute
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September 2
When he’d cased the building months ago, he didn’t think he’d need an escape route for this. For the rapid panic harrowing his stomach, tightening his chest, crawling up his throat. He doubles over and gulps the summer air in heaves. He might throw up. He’s vaguely aware he’s in the alley, at the back of the building, barely registering the details of his surroundings.
Raynor brought up Steve. With a sympathetic tone but with those sharp and assessing eyes. He knows her job is to assess him, but when she tried to get him to talk about “his loss”, he couldn’t breathe. This time, it’s different. This time, it isn’t ice Steve’s buried in.
(Sometimes, a sick and weak part of Bucky wishes he could turn off his mind and slip into being the Winter Soldier. God, it’d be so easy then.)
“Hey…” A hand lands on his back gently.
Bucky pushes the person back, forearm braces against their chest, pinning them to the door he’d come out of. He feels his wild eyes, and the singularity of his own heartbeat slowing into a nearly meditative state. This is a familiar taste of numbness he needed right now.
“James.”
The person is the therapist’s receptionist. She’s pressed against the door, her hands are up in surrender, but she doesn’t appear scared. Apprehensive, stunned, but not scared. He registers the dying glow of her cigarette on the ground. Her face is red, but it’s from the heat. Her wrists don a snake tattoo on one and a burning match on the other.
“Breathe through your nose,” she manages to say, “and out through your mouth.”
(Steve is dead, Steve is dead, Steve is…)
He feels her chest rising and falling as she takes her own advice.
(Steve is dead, and I’m alone again, I can’t do this! I can’t do this! I can’t–)
“James,” his eyes snap to hers like magnets, “breathe with me.”
His first breath shakes. She nods and breathes out. If his timing is off, they’d be breathing in each other’s air. He follows, each breath becoming stronger. He feels his wild eyes match her patient ones.
“I’m sorry.” His arm disappears from her chest. He rakes a hand through his hair. “I’m so–”
“I should have known better.” Her laugh wheezes as she absentmindedly rubs her sternum where he’d barred her. Luckily, it hadn’t been his left arm. “Actually, this isn’t the first time a veteran thought I was sneaking up on them during a…” She eyes him, almost knowing that saying the words would make this whole situation worse.
(He wants to ask her how she knows he’s a veteran, but he’s worried about her answer.)
They stand in silence for a minute. The buzz of his panic had dulled his senses. He feels them come back as the seconds tick on. The sound of traffic. People on the street. The smell of garbage and urine wafting through the alley. The whir of the air conditioning units.
“You want one?” The receptionist offers him a cigarette.
(She’s cute, he thinks, with her dark hair spilling over her shoulders, red-wrapped dress, various tattoos. He’s glad he didn’t pull his knife like his instincts told him to.)
He shakes his head. He’s starting to feel okay. “Sorry about…”
“Going autopilot?” She blows her smoke at him. Playfully. “Protecting yourself? Don’t apologize - I get it.”
“Still.” Then, he says something… odd. “Let me make it up to you.”
She pauses, also thrown off by the gesture, but she gives him a sarcastic smile. “What are you gonna do, pay for my clinic bill?”
His eyes widened. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, no,” she chokes on smoke and laughs through the coughing. “No, it’s not even that serious, dude. You can make it up to me by taking care of yourself.”
“That’s not–”
“Fair? What’s not fair is you feeling this way.” She takes a long drag, contemplating her next words. “Next time, do a sensory scan. You’re pretty good at that, I bet.”
(As much as he’d hate to admit it, he feels out of his element. Talking to a young woman, who had seen his vulnerable underbelly. His panic.)
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
“You know, focusing on what you can see, what you can hear, etcetera.” She waves a hand dismissively. “Scientifically, it helps ground people.”
(He wants to make a joke, you’re giving better therapy advice than Raynor, but he bites his words.)
“Can’t I just buy you a coffee or something?” he winces.
Her laugh, a surprised bark really, echoes through the alley. He finds himself smiling. She pulls a stick note pad and a pen from her dress pocket, scribbling something down. She makes a flourished show of ripping it off the pad and sticking it to his leather jacket.
“That’s my order. Do with that as you will.”
(He peels the note off his chest, feeling a weird symmetry, and studies her complex order. He pockets it.)
“James.” She hesitates before taking his gloved hand with a quick squeeze. “I’m sorry.”
She’s referring to Steve. The panic flares up his throat again like a shaken pop. It’s weird to him that other people know. He lets his hand fall from hers, the alarm dissipating. He nods, burying his hands in his pockets, before stalking out of the alley, into the busy street.
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It has been fifty two days since Steve Rogers was reported dead. They say it was in his sleep. They say it was peaceful and painless.
The last time Bucky saw him was on his birthday. The Fourth of July. They’d gone to Berry Park for the day, since it was close to Steve’s apartment, and they spent a lot of time people-watching and reminiscing about the old days. Excited civilians, of course, came up to Steve, thanked him for his service, for being an icon of hope and freedom. Steve leaned over to Bucky and his old man voice muttered something about being a sex icon. Bucky laughed until his sides hurt.
(No one recognized Bucky, with his ball cap and tied hair. He was proud to just be on the sidelines for his best friend, his hero.)
They’d finished the day by having dinner at one of the local pubs, where they ended up getting their meals for free, and they were lucky to find a bench by the riverside.
Bucky remembers Steve’s wrinkled face, lit by the reds and golds, only a shadow of the young man Bucky had grown up with. Even in that moment, he had the distinct overwhelming feeling of Steve’s mortality.
On the walk home, Steve stopped to speak to a man living at the corner of his street. Later, he’d told Bucky he’d talked to the man a few times, slowly earning his trust and easing him into the idea of Steve helping him be re-housed. Steve shook his hand and thanked the man, apparently a veteran, for his sacrifice, including the sacrifice of his civilian life for a lonely life of duty. It was the first and only time Bucky had ever heard Steve talk negatively about being a soldier and the life that had come with it.
(Bucky and Steve had shared a nightcap in Steve’s apartment, until Steve started to doze off. In hindsight, it feels fitting that this was their last day together, a foreshadowing of Steve’s passing quietly in his sleep.)
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On the train home, Bucky drives the heel of his hand across his cheek, stopping a stray tear from falling.
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Have a little 2k thing I wrote for my YTAU. Steve and Eddie are both sick, set in March 2023, 7 months into their relationship.
XXX
Eddie presses his face to his shoulder, rubbing his nose into his black Helloween tee. He’s over halfway done with his second client; some girl in her twenties who wanted flowers on her collarbones- how original. Sniffling, he wipes down the tattoo with his green soap solution and then goes back to shading the side of a leaf. His throat’s worse than earlier back at home, when he’d been curled up with Steve, both of the men sick and tired.
Sometimes the tattoo artists wishes work didn’t exist, as he scrunches his nose up when a tickle winds its way through his sinuses. Picking up the gun and turning as far away as he possibly can, craning his neck, Eddie brings his arm up to his face.
“iiHGkSH’ew! hihKTchuhEW! hh’GKtSCH’uhew!” Sniffling soupily, the long haired man grabs a paper towel from his station and blows his nose, wincing at the noise. “Let’s take a five minute break sweetheart, I need to wash up, and it’ll give you a rest from the pain,” he smiles.
“Yeah, sounds good. Bless you, by the way.”
The way she looks him up and down has him giving her an awkward nod, knowing now that she’s flirting with him. Clearing his throat and wincing as it scrapes, he stands and throws the paper towel and his black nitrile gloves away in the wastebasket, then heads to the back where the bathrooms are. Yanking his phone out, Eddie clicks quickly to his and Steve’s text thread, then hits the voice message button, nostrils twitching.
“hiKTsch’ew! snf! huhIhGKschEW! eh’IGkTCHew! SNDF!” He sneezes into his shirt so the sound isn’t as muffled, then clicks the stop button on his phone.
Hope you enjoy, princess. Couldn’t catch a couple a few minutes ago, but hope these make up for them.
Pressing send, it’s then he notices there’s an audio from Steve, too. Biting his lip, he makes sure his sound is down almost all the way, then puts the speaker up to his ear.
“huhRESHHH’uh! EISHHuh!” There’s barely a pause between the loud, harsh sneezes, and Eddie squirms, imagining his boyfriend snapping at the waist, completely at the mercy of his worsening cold.
“Fuck, Steve,” he grumbles, sniffling and scrubbing his nose with his wrist before looking back at the screen and typing.
Also, bless you. Those sounded like you needed them. Can’t wait till we’re home and I can coax more out of you 😏😏
Peeing and washing his hands, Eddie sighs at the throbbing in his sinuses and the sluggish mess that’s making its way closer to the edge of his nostrils. This cold is by far the worst he’s endured in the string of Steve-born illnesses in the past seven months.
The walk back to his station includes Peter stopping him and asking him if he’s free tomorrow; his day off, to be an extra set of hands for walk ins.
“Oh, uh…” Eddie scrubs at his face. “Lemme get back to you? Think I’m comin’ down with something man, don’t wanna spread it around.”
“Steve really is a germ magnet isn’t he?” Bryson pipes up from his station a few feet down, working on a man’s back.
“Yeah, it’d be endearing if I could side step getting it too,” the artist jokes, even though realistically he doesn’t mind.
“Oh well, maybe it’ll end up building up your immunity in the long run.”
“My immune system was perfect before him,” Eddie chuckles. “But it’s ok. Just means spending time with my boyfriend curled up on the couch. He’s not a terrible patient like Alyssa is,” he gives Bryson a look, referring to the man’s girlfriend.
“God she’s the worst. Like just rest for twenty damn minutes!”
Eddie heads back to his area, pulling more gloves on. “You ready to finish up? We should be done soon.”
“Yeah! But it’s really not that bad. I don’t know why people claim it hurts so much, it feels good to me.” She shimmies her shirt off again, revealing just a bandeau top, easy access to her clavicle.
“Mm, probably just have a higher pain tolerance,” he explains, not wanting to play into her games. He starts his tattoo gun back up, dips the needles into the ink again, and goes to work.
An hour and a half later, the musician is saying goodbye to Anna, smiling at the $80 tip she’s just handed him. At least that’s a plus. Shoving it into his pocket, he switches the money for his insulin pump, checking it quickly. When his numbers seem good, Eddie blows his nose again and coughs, shivering. A noise from his phone grabs his attention and he unlocks the screen.
Audio message- 4 seconds
Audio message- 11 seconds
Audio message - 7 seconds
Audio message- 22 seconds
Jesus Christ.
You trying to kill me at work? I can’t even listen right now.
Just thought you’d wanna hear how my cold is 😇
Harrington, you little shit, you’re going to be the death of me. 🍆👅🤤
Nose running, Eddie sighs and rips yet another paper towel from the roll, pressing it right to his pink, oversensitive nostrils, blowing thickly. He can feel the paper get wet and grimaces- he finds mess from other people hot, but himself? Not so much. He drops down into his chair and lets his forehead thunk against his table, curls falling everywhere around his face.
“Maybe you should head home early,” Liz, their only female in the shop, observes.
“Nah, s’just a cold, don’t need to leave for it,” Eddie picks his head up slowly, feeling congestion shift as he does. “F-Fuck hold ohhhn-“ the tattooist turns away and pulls the neck of his shirt up over his face, aiming downward towards his chest.
“hihGhKschew! sndf! Ugh, s-sorry that wahhs hehIHGKshhuhew! iiEIshuhew! Fuck! snfSNDF! That was gross.”
“Yep,” Liz grimaces. “But like, also who cares? You’re sick, what’re you meant to do? Those tiny little kitten sneezes? Gotta at least get that shit out,” she shrugs.
Eddie’s acutely aware of how weird this conversation is. Either the woman is just that vanilla, or she’s fucking with him and into it. Because no regular person is going to just…say those words. Right? He rubs at his nose with the inside of his sleeve cuff, nose too sore to want to bother with another paper towel.
“Stop germing your shirt up,” the bright pink haired girl rolls her eyes fondly.
“Quit being a mom, I get that enough from St-sndf! Steve.”
“Then quit being a bad sick person.”
“Fuck you, I’m an Angel. I’m the best sick person.”
“Says the guy who just rubbed snot all over his shirt.”
Point 1- Liz.
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Steve’s been holed up in the back office of Not Just Coffee all morning with his tissues and cough drops, trying to reorganize some of their recipe files they’ve been keeping. As he squints at the computer screen, his nose scrunches up involuntarily and he scrubs at it with his knuckles. This fucking cold is going to make him lose his mind. It’s constantly teasing him, buzzing in his sinuses and head in a way that’s keeping him on edge. Slowly he inhales through his stuffy nose, triggering yet another itch to ignite. He taps the record button on his phone that’s been open to his messages all morning.
“eHISHHooh! hhrIHDSTCHuh!” He rubs his nose harshly with the back of his hand, jiggling the tip and his septum, desperate for even slight relief. Steve’s sure Eddie will hear him rubbing at it. He stops it after a sickly sounding sniffle that makes him cough.
Robin comes in looking worried a minute later, carrying a large mug full of something steaming.
“I know you hate tea, but you should drink some. Will even made it special for you,” she says pointedly. “Stop being an idiot and try to not wallow in icky germs.”
Steve raises an eyebrow, laughing a little. “Icky germs?” His voice is raspy and congested and Robin screws her face up, setting the mug down and backing up dramatically.
“Just…drink the tea, and try not to infect every inch of the office,” Robin walks out quickly.
“Great best friend you are!” He calls after her, but starts coughing by the last word.
Glancing at the tea when his throat throbs, the barista sighs and brings it close, sipping on it. His face still screws up at the bitter taste, but even he can admit it feels good on his swollen throat, the warmth of the cup even feels good on his hands. Throughout the day, he manages to catch several more sneezes, even a few that turn into full blown fits, and the texts he gets back from his boyfriend make him blush.
The brunette is half asleep in the desk chair when Robin comes in again, holding the till in her hands hours later.
“Dingus, wake up enough to count the till. I’m not touching the keyboard,” she says resolutely, prodding Steve’s shoulder with her finger.
“Nngh, fi’de…” Steve sits up and starts going through the task of counting the till, making change, sealing the money bag and putting everything in the safe.
“You know you’re not coming in tomorrow right?”
“Honestly? Wasn’t even gonna ask,” he admits, snuffling into a couple of tissues in his hand, blowing his nose and wincing as his ears pop. “Ugh, let’s get out of here.”
By the time Steve’s walking into Eddie’s apartment; Robin’s up with Chrissy, he’s ready to collapse. Shutting the door behind him, Steve coughs and throws his bag by the couch, debating if he wants to shower or lay down. His boyfriend's big couch and cozy blankets win out, and soon the barista is burrowing under them, sweatpants and sweatshirt now replacing his work clothes. Not ten minutes into Hunger Games, he’s asleep.
XXX
They need more medicine, Eddie realizes as he backs out of his parking spot behind the tattoo shop. Medicine, tissues, tea, soup. This morning they were sick but sure as hell not this sick. He makes the three mile drive to Target, slipping his sweatshirt on before he heads inside, knowing he probably looks awful. Oh fucking well, he can cough on anyone who might look at him wrong.
He grabs both DayQuil and NyQuil, Tylenol, sugar free cherry cough drops, tissues, some earl grey tea, and then the musician stands in front of the ridiculous number of soups, staring blankly at it. Steve likes tomato soup and grilled cheese, so they can do that tomorrow. Eddie doesn’t really want anything tonight, let alone soup, but he grabs two cans of chicken noodle and a can of vegetable, head aching too much to try and focus more.
By the time the artist is heading to the register, a few people around him have given him looks as he’s sniffled and coughed. His nose is running and he can feel the same coldish tickle that’s been bothering him all day start to grow. There’s a couple people in front of him for the self checkout line, so he pulls the neck of his dark grey sweatshirt up and his eyes flutter shut.
“ihIKtSCHuhew! hh’Igkshuhew! ih’IHgKSHuh!!” The last one is louder than he means it to be, and the sniffle he gives after makes him cringe at how wet it is.
Twenty minutes and six sneezes later, he’s walking inside his apartment, happy that Steve’s there. All he wants is to cuddle, which, yeah alright, maybe that’s a little sappy but he’s so damn tired and he feels gross and cuddling Steve always helps. When he sees a lump on the couch, he sets the bags down on the table and moves straight for the other man.
“Stevie…baby I’m home,” he murmurs to the business owner, sitting on the very edge of the couch. “Steve, sweetheart. Come on…there we go, I’m sorry I woke you,” he smiles at Steve’s pouty huff, head barely peeking out of the blanket nest.
“Y’home?”
“Yeah baby, m’hone,” Eddie nods, bending closer so he can rub his face into Steve’s shoulder.
“Mm, come join me. Think this cold is kicking my ass.”
“Doin’ the same to me. I’ll change and be right with you okay? Don’t fall back asleep till I’m with you.”
By the time Eddie’s back in the living room, Steve’s asleep, drooling on his pillow. Eddie chuckles and snaps a photo, setting it at his Lock Screen before crawling in next to him.
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🌜A permanent choice🌛
pairing: eddie munson x reader
summary: based on this request -> Hi! can i request a GN! reader x eddie where the reader is eddie’s tattoo artist? i haven’t been able to stop thinking about this concept 😍 thank youuu
warnings: none? mentions of needles maybe?
word count: 1k ish
You were sitting at the counter, going over some finances. You shifted on the uncomfortable stool, the fake leather sticking to the skin under your thighs. You had a couple fans placed all over the store, but it was doing little to battle the hot temperatures.
Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you put the book you were staring at aside, in need for a break. It had been a slow day, two consultations in the morning but no real action yet. The coworker that was supposed to come in had called in sick, leaving you all alone to bore to death.
You were about to go get a drink when you heard the bell atop the front door ring, announcing the arrival of a new client.
Turning around, you saw the familiar face of Eddie Munson. The regular you loved tattooing the most. There were five tattoos on his body, collaborations between you two. What was most special about him and his concepts is that he always included you in them. He’d arrive at your shop, a few ideas in mind, and draw them out for you, accepting your suggestions and asking for your opinions. In the end, they would always end up being something you were both proud of.
“Hey, hotstuff, what can I do for you today?” You greeted him.
“Oh, just, the usual. Stab me with a needle over and over for a couple hours,” he winked.
“You’re lucky I’m free today. Next time make an appointment, we’ve been over this.”
“Yes, colonel, I’m sorry, colonel,” he said as he did a military salute for you.
You walked over to the back of the studio, knowing he would follow after you. Taking out a few pencils and your notebook, you sat down and turned towards him.
“So, what are we doing today? Demons? Wizards? Vampires perhaps?” you already had a few ideas in mind for certain designs.
He pulled out a piece of paper from his back pocket, a three eyed troll with an open mouth had been drawn in the middle of it. Eddie laid the drawing on the table in front of you, letting you inspect it for a few seconds.
“So, what do you think?”
“I like it, but I think it’d look even better if we made him drool,” you replied, using a pencil to sketch some saliva dripping down the creature’s chin.
“Yeah? While you’re at it, how do you feel about adding some hair coming out of his ears?” He said as he pulled out another stool and sat beside you.
You brainstormed for a few more minutes before being content with the final result and deciding on a placement. Afterwards, you started with the preparations for the actual tattoo. After being done with the stencil, you sanitized everything and got your machine started.
“Alright, pull down your pants, Munson, and lay on the bed.”
“Damn, take me to dinner first.”
“Since when did you become so high maintenance?” You inquired with a quirk of your eyebrow.
Doing as requested, he laid down and you got to work.
The rest of the session went on as usual. Jokes, flirtatious comments, snarky remarks. At some point you began getting too distracted and decided to turn on the radio instead, needing the “silence” to work properly. Time flew by and before you knew it, your masterpiece was done.
“All done, check it out,” you said, giving his leg one last cleanup.
He sat up, bending over slightly to inspect your work.
“Hm, I think it’s missing something,” Eddie put his fist under his chin, feigning being in deep thought about something.
You stared at him confused, not understanding why he hadn’t brought this up in the earliest stages of the process.
“I think it would look great with your number under it,” he said, snapping his fingers.
You laughed at him, taking off your rubber gloves.
“You’re asking for my number?”
“No, I’m asking you to tattoo your number on me, so don’t take off your gloves, we’re not done.”
You took a moment to contemplate him, confused as to whether he was joking or being serious. It wasn’t necessarily mad coming from him, he’d told you about other things he’d done that had surprised you more than this. But it surely was stupid, something he’d regret the moment after getting it done.
“Eddie, I’m not gonna do that for you.”
“Why not?” He asked with genuine curiosity.
“Because, I can give you my number on a piece of paper if you really want it, you don’t need to carry it with you permanently, dingus.”
“Nope, I know myself, I’m constantly losing shit. This way I can guarantee I’ll have it with me always.”
“Then I’ll write it on your arm, I know you don’t shower anyway, so,” you offered.
He laughed, admitting defeat.
“Fine, but you’re lucky I’m disgusting or I’d fight you harder on this one.” He pulled up his pants, only to offer you his arm which you gladly took and and started to scribble your number down with a nearby pen you grabbed.
Satisfied, he stood up and followed you front.
After ringing him up, you repeated the aftercare instructions you gave him everytime and that you knew for a fact he never followed.
He thanked you and got ready to leave when you stopped him.
“I’m free on Saturday, just so you know.” You figured that if he had taken the first step, it was only fair to show initiative.
“Tell me again when I call you tonight, and I promise next time we see each other I’ll shower just for you.” He smirked.
“I’ll be holding you to that promise, Munson.”
“Please do, you’re a great incentive to improve my hygiene.”
And with that he left the shop, leaving you eager to get home and receive the call he’d promised to give you.
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A/N: Hope I did your idea justice! If you want to send a request, you can do so here.
#stranger things#stranger things 4#eddie munson#eddie stranger things#eddie#eddie fanfic#eddie munson fanfic#eddie fluff#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fluff#via writes requests!#via’s requests!
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alright im caving and combining my two current obsessions THATS RIGHT its a ronance shadowhunters au
disclaimer cassandra clare is weird as hell i just like her worldbuilding <3
hear me out…. shadowhunter!nancy x warlock!robin… i think it’s real idk….
explanation section for those who haven’t read these books: shadowhunters have angel blood and are sworn to protect humanity from demons. (magical cops) they’re stronger, faster, have more endurance than normal, and can use runes to enhance their capabilities. they look like sick ass tattoos.
downworlders are all other magical beings (other than demons): vampires, werewolves, faeries, and warlocks.
warlocks are the offspring of demons and humans, they can use magic to do a LOT of stuff, they’re immortal (stop aging in their early 20s) and all of them have a sort of demon’s mark.
and since i want this nancy to be half-faerie: faeries are the offspring of demons and angels, they have wild magic and are typically beautiful and mischievous. full-blooded faeries can’t lie. faeries are weak to cold iron. faeries are basically immortal as they hardly age once they reach maturity.
in all cases shadowhunter blood is dominant
imagine: ted wheeler is actually interesting here. on a mission in faerie he gets just a little bit tipsy on faerie drinks (makes u a little crazy) and he ends up sleeping with a faerie😳 and he’s like “damn wild night” and thinks nothing of it until 9 months later BAM there’s a baby on his doorstep and he’s like “oh what the fuck”
i couldnt decide if i wanted this au to be pro karen or anti karen so i decided it’d be a mix of both, with karen at first being appalled at the situation and refusing nancy and slowly learning to love and care for her as she watched her grow. i think karen will always have a level of prejudice against nancy, so nancy has always felt she needs to be perfect to earn her approval and love. (lesbianism allegory mayhaps🤨)
took it upon myself to decide that robin’s father would be the demon, a typical incubus who preyed on her wild and free, unpredictable mother and left her with a kid she had no idea how to deal with. robin’s demon mark is her horns, which resemble massive antlers of either a deer or an elk, but are tiny when she’s little, easy to hide with hats. i think robin’s mother will have the same flaws she does in rebel robin, loving but flighty and weird, being both unconventional and judgmental. she accepts robin for who she is but is always stepping on wires trying to make her feel better.
as they grow they both deal with their own struggles. nancy is an excellent shadowhunter, easily one of the best of her generation, but she’s often shunned for being half-fae and feels the need to prove herself at every turn. she’s a lot more tolerant than most shadowhunters and because of this she’s taken on being an advocate for downworlders in sticky situations, being the head of investigations involving downworlders to make sure no one gets unfairly blamed for things they haven’t done.
im thinking this is where robin and nancy meet, with robin being framed for casting an illegal spell she’d never cast otherwise and nancy working to prove her innocence. at first nancy is wildly annoyed with robin who asks her all sorts of questions about her pointed ears and the shocks of white blonde streaks through her wildly curly brown hair and constantly questions why she’s doing what she’s doing, but she quickly warms up to robin when she realizes how brilliant and genuinely earnest she is, so unafraid to tell the truth and be an advocate, even it it’d bite her in the ass.
robin, despite having an unremarkable demon parent, is actually pretty powerful. she’s a really good ally to have, especially when you’re nancy wheeler and get stabbed a LOT, robin is there to help <3
robin is pretty much enamored with nancy immediately, only set off by the fact that she’s a shadowhunter and tbh fuck shadowhunters they suck so hard so often (here’s where the prissy thing comes in), but nancy is so smart and talented and really good at fighting. she’s reckless, and pretty, and her unnaturally blue eyes hold so much determination and will to survive and to be seen.
tldr they fall in love really hard!! and bc cassandra clare was like “yasss racism allegory” this does not go over well with anyone bc omg a shadowhunter and downworlder… KISSING??? IN LOVE??? taboo and wrong (and they also hate gay people on top of that these guys suck man)
and a lot of shadowhunters take it as a “i knew she was evil!” about nancy but robin helps her realize that shadowhunter approval is actually so dumb and she’s open about it!
lmk if u guys r interested in more! ik it can be kind of hard bc idk what lore i didn’t fill u guys in on so please feel free to ask any questions bc i could talk abt this series for hours
#stranger things#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#ronance#gonna be simple w this one#shadowhunters au#tsc
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I'm not sure if you've already got this but ❣️ Aphrodite and Ares my favourite ship
i can absolutely do ares x aphrodite for you! <3
i also have headcanons here and here about them!
Who is the little spoon?
ares hahahahaha. he wont admit it, but he loves the feeling of being shrouded with love from his girl. of course, aphrodite is so small that it’s a little awkward of a fit, but she tries her best and it’s very cute
Who sings in the shower?
well, they shower together most often, so both of them. they take turns using Aphrodite’s foot scrubber thing as a microphone and sing songs that have a boy and girl part to them. they both sing off-key
Who plays pranks on the other?
you would think it’d be ares, but aphrodite does it a lot, because she likes to see the surprise on his face, and he could never get mad at her. he just tickles her back to get back at her.
Who is the one who listens to pop music?
aphrodite. she likes her Taylor and Ariana and Doja, and Ares has to admit that he likes a lot of the songs. “They’re catchy!” he says one day when she catches him humming Getaway Car. He does regret everything though when she asks him to break up with her for two hours so she can scream the entirety of Red at the top of her lungs
He says “what the hell is that?” when she puts on Lana though. “My mentally depressed music!” she’ll say and turn up Blue Velvet
Who brings the other a random cup of joe?
Aphrodite doesn’t like coffee, so it’s her who brings him coffee. he likes it black with a splash of cream :)
Who picks the cheesy movies for date night?
you know what? ares. aphrodite knows all the girly/rom-com movies by heart, so she lays them all out in front of him and says “pick.” he enjoys the movies but won’t say it lol. his favorite is miss congeniality
Who is more likely to feed the other in public?
they’re both disgustingly cute about it. i think aphrodite like doing it more though
Who gives the other random little compliments?
ares will catch her by surprise doing it for sure. you’d think that after so many years together he’d run out of compliments, or that the compliments would get old, but he always comes up with something new to say. they’re not all about appearance either. he’ll compliment her on her work or something she made
Who is always stealing food from the other’s plate?
aphrodite will order a salad from a restaurant and then turn around and want whatever ares has, so by now he knows to just order what she says she wants because she’ll be eating it anyways
Who is more likely to let the other borrow their car?
aph doesn’t let ANYONE touch her convertible. she does love ares’ motorcycle, so yeah: she borrows that all the time
Who makes the list before they go grocery shopping?
ares will walk into the store with no clue what to buy and just buy whatever sounds good at the moment, so aphrodite has to make the list
Who makes sure the other takes their meds when sick?
aphrodite tells him “ares hon, until apollo is available, you have to take these!” and he’ll begrudgingly agree, as long as he gets a kiss for every pill he has to swallow
Who watches sports and has to teach the other the rules?
ares has tried so many times to teach aphrodite the basics of football, but she just doesn’t get it, poor dite. “they toss a brown oval around…..okay,” she’ll say
Who pulls the other to their feet for a dance in the living room?
aphrodite, but ares has surprisingly been doing it more and more. when he senses that she’s in a sad/bad mood, he’ll put on her favorite waltzing song and spin her around until she’s laughing
Who has to keep reminding the other to hurry or they’ll be late?
they’re both notorious for being late, so neither. literally both of them are scrambling to get out the door every time. people think it’s because they’re *busy* beforehand, but no, they’re just bad at time management lol
Who is the one most likely to get a tattoo with the other’s name?
Aphrodite has Ares’ name tattooed under her left breast — “that’s where the heart is”, she says — and he has hers somewhere on his back with the rest of his tattoos
I hope these were okay :) also tagging @peggy-sue-reads-a-book because she loves ares and aph too <3
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First chapter of my ellabs fanfic.
“Most people have left already. I don’t know which group I’m going to join… I was one of the ones that wanted to go after the smuggler and the girl. They said… Even if we found her, or by some miracle found someone else that’s immune, it’d make no difference. ‘Cause the only person who could develop a vaccine is dead.”
Ellie sat on that boulder outside the Salt Lake City Hospital playing, stopping, rewinding, and replaying that recording over and over again trying to understand. Trying to force the lies to fit together with reality. Trying to create a world where both the lies and this recording are somehow true. But she knew the truth was in the tape in her hands and the more she tried to force the lies to fit, the more tears welled in her eyes and her breathing became labored. She could barely see her horse, Shimmer, grazing in front of her.
Ellie slid off the boulder, the recorder fell from her hands still playing the words that twisted her heart in two, “ Even if we found her, or by some miracle found someone else that’s immune…”.
It was becoming impossible for her to get enough air into her lungs, with each attempt it felt like a hand was gripping at her lungs, squeezing and twisting, harder and harder until the pain was almost too much to bear. Digging her hand into the solid ground helps, the cool earth between her fingers centers her and allows air to finally enter her lungs, easier now that she is crouched over with her knees to her chest.
For a moment, Ellie wonders if she could just stay there folded over into a ball infinitely, but Shimmer has come over sniffing at the hairs on the back of Ellie’s neck and she knows that she can’t be a ball forever, if not for her own well being then for the well being of her horse.
“Hey girl,” Ellie whispers, rolling over to her back to easily pet Shimmer’s wet nose.
Ellie looks at the recording an arms length away. It had finally run its course, the tape just spinning with no sound coming out.
Ellie grabs it, sitting up with her back to the boulder. She stares at the recorder in her hands long after she turned it off.
Shimmer is still close by like she knows her rider is in need of comfort, bobbing her head up and down close to her face as if to say, it will all be ok, I’m here.
“Thanks Shimmer.” Ellie says standing to pat the horse's head. The morning light hits Ellie’s eyes making her squint just to be able to see where she is placing her hands. The sun had moved quite a bit since she made it to the hospital early this morning.
Ellie had left late at night and rode for two days to get here, only stopping to rest the horse a bit and to sleep for a few hours. Even if Joel had noticed she was gone right when he got up and came after her, she should still have a few hours before he caught up to her.
But, she had been careful for this trip. More careful than she has probably ever been in her life.
She packed her bag a week before she planned to leave. She told Maria that she needed a day of the rotations and because Ellie had been working non-stop for a month beforehand Maria insisted that Ellie take an extra day.
Joel was a bit harder to shake, but not impossible. Living in the garage helped and she knew generally when he went to bed, but he was insistent that they have breakfast together every morning and playing sick would just turn him into a mother hen.
So, one day before her trip she let him catch sight of the unfinished tattoo that Cat was doing for her over the chemical burn hiding her bite scar.
Thinking back on the day Joel probably didn’t care about the tattoo one way or the other, but all he had to do was pause the coffee mug on the way to his lips and Ellie had the opening she needed to pick a fight, not let him talk and storm out the door ready for her group patrol with Jessie and a few other Jackson residents.
On the rare occasions that they did argue, Joel usually lets her be for a few days until she decides to walk back into the living room one evening, put on a stupid action movie, and plop down onto the couch where they both proceed to pretend the fight never happened and they can both make fun of the cheesiness of whatever movie she put on.
The fights were always stupid to begin with, like not being allowed to go on patrol two days in a row, being stuck on farm rotation for a month, or not wanting to watch Curtis and Viper 2 again. All things that can be easily swept away and not talked about again.
One thing Ellie knew for sure was that she can not just go back to Jackson and pretend this never happened, not after everything she learned in that recording.
Not only did Joel lie to her face for two fucking years every time she asked him about Salt Lake City, but he also must have killed a large percentage of the Fireflies in this hospital just to get to her. This is not that surprising; she had seen him kill before, helped him kill before, but in all those times, everything they did was to get her here.
To get her to the Fireflies and then at the end to not only have it be for nothing, but for there to not even be a chance anymore because Joel had to go and kill the Doctor too. What was he thinking? Why did he do it? She had so many questions to ask them when she got here. She still does.
Nothing made any sense anymore and going back to Jackson wont answer any of her questions.
Ellie looks down at the recording and rewinds it one last time.
"Most people have left already. I don’t know which group I’m going to join…” Stop.
Most people… which group I’m going to join. Ellie's head is starting to hurt, but one thing keeps her focused.
The Fireflies could still be out there. Or at least a fracture of them. The recording said they didn't know which group to join, that should mean that there was more than one group that the survivors of Salt Lake could have joined.
Running back into the Hospital and up to the room where she found the recorder she starts to look for any sign, any clue as to where they could have gone. Maybe whichever Doctor Joel killed was not the only one that could make the vaccine. Maybe there is still some kind of hope. Some kind of answer she could get to all of her questions. But first she has to find something, some note or another recording, something anything to tell her where to go or at least a direction to follow.
Ellie’s eyes ache with unshed tears. She can't cry again; she has to keep looking. Frustrated, she falls to the ground again and hits the floor with her fist. She welcomes the pain as it shoots up her arm. In her new position, she can see clearly under the bed and right there, just out of sight to anyone walking through the room is a crumpled up piece of paper.
Ellie reaches for it with her hurt hand. Laugher bubbles up her throat when she reads what is written.
She almost can’t believe it, well at least she has a direction to start heading in. Even if she wishes it didn’t come in the form of an embarrassing love confession.
God I hope whoever wrote that never actually confessed to this Owen guy. Ellie thinks as she walks back out of the Hospital sliding the note into her journal. Or at least that the note made it through a few more revision because holy fuck was that bad.
With a destination in mind Ellie feels lighter. She will find the survivors of Salt Lake City, she will get a chance to ask her questions, and maybe somehow she will find some way to help make a cure.
And this time she’ll do it alone with no one there to stop her.
It has to mean something.
"Seattle here we come."
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