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nervousgardenerkid · 1 year

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Paper rings

a/n: i'm so sorry this took so long oh my god. i planned to post this on valentine's day but shit hit the fan so bad and i've had to take my cat to the vet twice this month :/ and i had to get some people to make this dude leave me alone cause boundaries aren't a thing anymore apparently. ANYWHO!!! i hope you guys enjoy this! again sorry it took so long! credit to the gif owner!!

warnings: mean parents (mainly dad), not proofread (that's a warning itself), there's probably some cursing in here, angst to fluff!! no pronouns used! everyone is free to read :)

Your hands shook as you shoved clothes into your bag. You could still hear your parents shouting at each other downstairs but you didn't care, not right now at least. You bite down on your bottom lip trying to stop your own crying while they fought.

“That is our child! I will not have you kick them out!” your mom shouted.

“So you're okay with them running around with a drug dealer while we work our asses off to provide for them?!”

You flinch at the booming voice echoing through the house. They weren't supposed to find out like this, you're glad Eddie managed to run out of the house before your father could strangle him. You're standing at the top of the stairs watching your parents argue, your mom pinches the bridge of her nose while your dad continues to yell.

“We don't work our asses off so that they can fuck around and be delinquent!”

“I know…” your mom sighed.

“We didn't give away our weekends to work while they go out to get high and do only God knows what!”

“I know! Don't you think I know this?! But sweetie…they're young-”

“Young or not they're not to be seen with him ever again.”

“Don't I get a say in this?!”

Your parents turn toward the stairs shocked to see you down.

“Baby we said go to your room-” your mom started but was cut off by your dad.

“No, you do not get a say in this. You are going to your room to study-”

Tears well in your eyes as you shake your head. “Dad please-”

“No!” he shouted.

“You're not even trying to hear me out!”

“There’s nothing to hear! End of discussion!”

Silence falls over the three of you as you wipe away a stray tear that fell down your cheek.

“You can't stop me from seeing him. I won't let you.”

“If you see him again you can pack your things and get out of my house.”

Your eyes widened as your mom gasped out your dad’s name while her hands flew to her mouth in shock. You don't even bother to look in your dad’s direction when you grab the bag that was hidden behind your legs on the last step of the stairs. You miss the look of shock on his face as you brush past him, your mom following close behind trying to reason with you.

“Sweetie, go back to your room, it's raining crazy out there, your father didn't mean what he said.”

You stop walking, your hand on the door as you turn around to face the man that kicked you out of your childhood home.

“Say it,” you say through gritted teeth.

“He didn't-”

“Not you mom, I know you want me to stay but I need to hear it from his mouth.”

You feel hopeful when you see him make his way toward you but that all goes away when he opens the door and looks at you with sad and tired eyes.

“You can come back when you've come to your senses.”

You don't even bother hiding the tears streaming down your face as you exit the house quickly trying to get away from the shouts that were quick to reach your ears. You stood still on the sidewalk, the drops of rain mixing in with your tears as one thought ran through your head.

Where the fuck were you supposed to go now?

You don't remember how you managed to make it over to the all too familiar trailer park but you're grateful to have made it in one piece. Although it is late into the night, you don't hesitate to lift your hand up and knock on the door three times. While you wait for someone to answer, you wrap your arms around your body to keep your frame warm while you try your best to avoid the rain that's pouring from the sky.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?”

Your eyes shoot up to the voice at the door and tears well up again before you clear your throat.

“Can I come in Wayne? I-i’m sorry for waking you I-i just need-”

He gently shushes you and brings you into the warm home before closing the door.

“Stay here sweetheart,” he whispered while locking the door. “I'll get you a towel and wake Eddie up for you.”

You mutter out a quiet thank you but before he leaves he places a hand on your shoulder and looks at you with kind eyes.

“I'm not sure what happened with your folks, but you always have a home here kid.”

You give him a sad smile and watch as he walks away to get you a towel. Your eyes scan the all-too-familiar trailer and you smile when you see a picture of Eddie and Wayne hanging by the door. Your heart swelled when you saw how happy it looked with just the two of them, who knows? Maybe you'll be happy without your parents breathing down your neck and trying to control almost every aspect of your life.

You furrow your brows studying the picture some more. Although your parents were controlling you knew they loved you. All they wanted was the best for you.

Oh god, you think to yourself. What if this was a mistake? What if they were right and you shouldn't be hanging out with someone like Eddie? The town does talk and he doesn't exactly have the best track record. Maybe you should go home, maybe you should just sleep on this and maybe you can even convince your parents to give you some sort of freedom. The sound of someone stumbling down the hall breaks you free from your thoughts as you turn around to see what was the cause of the noise.

“Shit- ow,” Eddie grumbled as he hopped over a pile of mess in the hall. He stops in his tracks when your eyes lock with his and suddenly everything comes rushing back to you. The fight, you walking in the rain, waking up both of the Munson men.

“Eddie…” you whimpered out.

Eddie is quick to rush over to your side and wrap a warm towel around your rain-soaked body.

“Hey, hey, it's okay-”

“It's not okay Eddie!”

Eddie nods his head. “Okay, it's not okay, what's going on sweetheart? Why are you here so late?”

You stumble over your words. You try whispering, keeping in mind that Wayne probably went back to sleep but little sobs make themselves known from time to time. Eddie gently shushes you as he leads you toward his bedroom and sits you on the edge of his bed.

“Here, it's not much but it'll keep you warm,” he said quietly while placing the black sweatshirt beside you. You mumble out a quiet thank you as he turns around and lets you get changed.

“I'm done,” you whisper.

Eddie turns around and offers you a small smile before he lays down on the bed and pats the spot next to him. You take a seat next to him and lean back against the headboard, your fingers falling to play with the hem of the sweatshirt he gave you.

“So,” he said quietly. “Are you gonna tell me what brings you to my humble abode?”

You giggle and wipe away a small tear.

“Parents kicked me out.”

Eddie sits up quickly, his eyes are wide in shock and you're looking at everything except for him.

“Shit…I'm sorry to hear that.”

You shrugged your shoulders and finally laid down, bringing the blanket up to you. Your sore and stressed body is finally getting the much-needed rest it deserves. No wonder Eddie never shows up for first period, his bed is practically a cloud that lulls you to sleep without even knowing it. You were too busy fighting to keep your eyes open that you didn't even realize Eddie got back into his usual position until he asked you another question.

“Was it because of me?”

Your eyes snap open as your mind scatters trying to think of what to say. The last thing you want to do is make Eddie feel upset, but your silence was speaking loud enough for you.

“I get it if you don't want to hang out anymore. I don't have a squeaky-clean record like you-”

You laughed. “My record isn't squeaky clean.”

“Yeah because you met me.”

A familiar silence falls over you both and the tension in the air is thick.

“Are they gonna let you go back?” he asks quietly.

You nod your head. “Only if I stop seeing you.”

Eddie bites the inside of his bottom lip. He clears his throat and nods his head almost as if he's accepting that this is the last time he'll see you.

“I don't want to.”

Eddie furrows his brows in confusion.

“What are you talking about?”

“I don't want to stop seeing you,”

A blanket of silence covers you both but it's different this time, almost as if Eddie is waiting for you to finish saying what you want to say. What you need to say.

“I like you, Eddie. I like how you made studying with you more than studying. It was fun, I found myself looking forward to seeing you every Wednesday after school.”

You bring your hand up to your lips and anxiously chew on your fingernails.

“I know you might not feel the same way, and that's okay. I just…I don't want to stop seeing you.”

“I don't want to stop seeing you either.”

Before you had time to let the words sink in Eddie had his arms wrapped around you, your body pressing into his. You feel his lips gently kiss the crown of your head as he gives you a little squeeze.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he whispered.

You shimmied your arms free from his embrace and placed both hands on his face. He lets out a sigh and closes his eyes at your warm touch.

“I want this. I want you.”

“Are you sure-”

“I want it all Eddie. I want all the trouble we're gonna face, I want to come home to you after a bad day, I want you to wrap me in your arms when you see me. I want this.”

Not even bothering to hide the smile that stretched across his face he tightens his arms around you again and gently nudges your head with his nose.

“You know,” he starts. “People are gonna talk when they see us. Word will get around and your parents will find out.”

You shrug your shoulders leaning up just a little bit to place a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Let them talk then. What are they gonna do? Kick me out?" a chuckle escapes your lips as you snuggle into his side.

"It's you and me against the world now Munson."

"Yeah," Eddie sighs with a smile.

"You and me.”

#stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things blurb #stranger things angst #stranger things fluff #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst

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emotionallyattachednerd · 6 months

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Seeker Allure Part 2 ❙ ES Starscream x Skywarp x Nova Storm x f!robot reader ❙ NSFW 18+

Word count: 3400+

Warnings: Smut ( spike in valve, threesome and spark merging ) some angst, postnatal anxiety and sparking cuteness. NSFW 18+.

Notes: I'm really glad I did this! For a while I was considering doing a part 2 but never really put much thought into it until I got the request. Once again, I got carried away with this, no self control. Thanks anon for sending through. Sorry for the delay. Enjoy. 🥰

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Those bastards! No, Starscream, damn him!

This wasn't part of the plan, and it was not the best time either. After your last encounter you felt a nagging tug close to your spark chamber, and discovered that you were carrying a sparkling, a seeklet, Starscream's sparkling.

You're terrified and you don't want anyone else knowing about your condition, so you stay in hiding at an abandoned observatory where you make it home for a bit at least, and also a place to help gather your thoughts.

Bumblebee had found out though by accident when coming to check up on her, worried, but promised to keep your secret, wanting to help however possible and also wanting to let you do your own thing with your thoughts. Honestly, you're glad, because he's been helpful and provided you with enough energon.

At first you're terrified, not fully prepared for this, but that fear changes when your sparkling has finished developing within your gestation chamber, and opening your chassis you allow the little one to come out, and you're holding them for the first time.

A femme seeklet. She's beautiful, a striking imagine of Starscream, but still perfect. You're a creator now and your mother instinct kick in finally for you to care and protect your creation.

Despite just having a sparkling, you were still overthinking about everything, what dangers might come, what the seekers might do, or if humans gain interest and will want to take her away from you.

What if Starscream takes her away from you?

No, you won't let that happen.

Things didn't really get better for you though, emotion and mood wise, fearing every possible outcome for your sparkling and struggling to recharge, as each cry from your seeklet dangles you right over the ledge into the abyss. It's not good for you, and you know this, but being on your own did have its impact sadly.

While you're staring out into the city lights from your view, lost in your thoughts, you're -- brought back by the sound of your sparkling and hurried to the crafted nest you made and checked on your little one, spark racing rapidly and clenching anxiously.

"Sweetie, are you alright? What happened?" You carefully scoop her up into your servos and hold them close against your chassis. They whimper as warm lubricant tears stream down their small face before it slowly ceases, sniffling and nuzzling into their creator. "Did you have a nightmare?"

You don't expect answers of course, but she is really the only one you get to speak with. She responds though, looking up at you and lets out a bundle of chirps, reaching her tiny arms up to touch your cheek plating. She's so sweet!

Smiling you nuzzle into her servos and let out a gentle hum. "I love you, sweetling, my universe, my greatest treasure. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise."

For a time you hold her, humming a gentle lullaby from cybertron while rocking her into recharge again. It's been too long since you last saw home, you missed it, and it was making you severely homesick.

Once settling her again you end up watching her recharge for a long while, you weren't even sure how long, but you couldn't take your optics off her peacefully recharging. When you are finally able to leave it's only because you needed to refuel, and slowly exit yourself from the crafted nest you made.

Your anxiety won't settle, you fear, your spark constantly clenching and beating rapidly. It's not a good feeling and you hate it, but you don't know how to stop it. You kept telling yourself it'll pass, that it was only for now, but the longer it went on the more you less believe this.

Again, you find yourself staring out into the open view you had, and as peaceful as it was, you don't feel at peace. It's a never ending silent torment that has corrupted you. Constant fear.

"You're a hard one to find." The voice of Starscream suddenly hits your audios like a stinging buzz that stabs right through your spark, spiking your fear as you turn to see him within the observatory, Skywarp and Nova Storm trailing behind him casually.

"H-how did you find me?" You stutter while trying to keep a distance from them.

"We noticed the yellow bug made regular trips out here, and so we followed him, leading us to you. Is there...something going on between you two?" Starscream hints, annoyed if that small bug ever tried to steal what was rightfully theirs.

"Of course not, I mean how can she when she's got us." Nova Storm giggles. Her giggles used to make you quiver in delight, but not this time.

You continue to try to keep away, moving yourself while your optics are fastened on them, fear consuming every inch in you. Every other time you've encountered them it's always been annoyance and uncontrollable lust, but not now, and the seekers soon realised this, much to their confusion.

"What's wrong? Why are you afraid?" Starscream narrows his optics at you.

"Come on darling, we've never hurt you before." Skywarp tries to come closer. "Why would you think that now?"

That's not why you're afraid.

"Please...you need to leave."

It's Starscream that steps closer bluntly. "And why would we leave? What is it you're hiding?" He can tell, you're hiding something and it's causing your fear to spike up. He's never seen you like this before.

"Nothing! Go! Now! Get out!" You suddenly shove at Starscream chassis, causing him to stumble back, stunned by your actions.

However, your outburst is loud and high up in the nest you've created is where your sparkling once again stirred awake again, crying out, irritated that her recharge was interrupted.

The seekers all look up, now noticing the nest and you see the bewildered expressions consuming their faces. You act, and fly up towards the nest where you hastily gather your sparkling into your arms and hold her close, hiding from the world.

Turning around you're suddenly faced with seekers who had followed you, but kept a distance as they all continue to watch on as if they're in a trance. You sparkling continues to cry into your chassis, confused by what's happening as you hold them protectively, using your arms to shield her from the seekers.

"Please..." You can only whimper, fearing they will take her away from you.

"You have a sparkling." Skywarp says in a gentle tone. "Is this why you've been hiding?" You can only nod weakly.

"My sparkling." Starscream declares. He's thrilled, but also annoyed. "Why didn't you tell me?" He goes to step closer, making you step back before Starscream was stopped by Nova Storm.

"What are you afraid of?" Skywarp is the only one who steps closer slowly, knowing you're terrified.

"Please...don't take her away from me." You can only continue to whisper through your shaky voice.

"She? A femme?" Starscream's wings flicker in excitement. He wants to see her, hold her, but Nova Storm stops him. It seems the femmes were the only two understanding your fear and don't want to make it worse.

"Why would we take her away from you?" Skywarp is confused.

Indeed, why would they? You couldn't even explain, it was just the horrible nagging dread that consumes your mind. Your sparkling is all you have, and you don't want that ripped away from you.

You don't answer her, and when you look up you notice Skywarp is much closer now causing you to shrink back in fear, only to hear her giving gentle hushes before slowly reaching out to touch your shoulder, causing you to flinch from the contact. Your spark feels like it's going to erupt from its chamber, throbbing repeatedly, it's horrible.

"No one is taking her away from you." Skywarp assures. "And if anyone did try, I'd scrap them, we all would."

Meeting her optics you don't see the lustful blazing gaze you've always seen on other occasions, and instead you're greeted with gentle kindness. "Promise?"

"A thousand times over, I promise." Skywarp is now standing right beside you as she rubs your shoulders to help try and relax you. She looks down at the sparkling in your arms and smiles. "She's a striking image of you, Starscream."

"Can I see her?" He vents, still annoyed, but anxious to see his creation.

With Skywarp at your side, Starscream and Nova Storm come closer finally. You're still scared, clinging onto your sparkling as she whimpers into your chassis, tiny servos digging into your plating. Their shadows cover you but the feel of Skywarp's gentle servos over your shoulders is what helps you calm your racing spark just a little.

They're all so close, huddling closely, but Skywarp and Nova Storm are stroking your frame and gently rubbing your wings, making you quiver lightly under their touches, but it helps.

Meeting Starscream's gaze, you see the silent plea lingering in those baby blue optics, desperately wanting to touch his creation. Then finally, you move, gently holding your sparkling and allowing Starscream to take her to hold.

"Watch her helm." You whisper while helping him support her.

Starscream is in a trance as he holds his beautiful sparkling in his servos, feeling himself smile as she onlines her teary optics, curiously looking up at the new seekers. She's not use to them, never before seeing any of them, but she feels an odd connection towards Starscream. This is her sire.

You've never seen Starscream like this before, a gentleness, cradling his sparkling closely as she curiously touches his face plating. Skywarp leans her helm against your shoulder and you lean into her, holding onto both femmes as you feel your emotions flood through you, a relief but also guilt.

Afterwards, it was Skywarp and Nova Storm's turn to babysit. Both femmes eagerly cared for your sparkling while making her giggle and chirp away at them. This is the time for you and Starscream to talk to one another.

Outside, on the ramp attached to the observatory, you and Starscream sit together, a long and dreaded silence floats in the air, each of you waiting for who just might break that silence. It's Starscream.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Of course, the top question. Why didn't you?

"I...I was scared." There's a hanging strain in your voice.

"But you told the yellow bug." Starscream is blunt and you feel you deserve that.

"He found out by accident, but I made him promise to not tell anyone. He's just been bringing me enough energon. He's a good friend." You look up seeing the jealousy hanging on his face. "There's nothing going on between us."

"Good." Starscream doesn't want you to be touched by anyone else other than him or his trine. "What were you scared of? I would've been there for you and helped."

You realise this now, that perhaps you should've told him. "I was scared my sparkling was going to be taken away from me."

Starscream narrows his optics. "Why would you think I would take her away from you?"

"Not just you, everyone. The humans, Optimus, Megatron, I...I'm still scared someone is going to take her away. I can't explain it, its all I've been worrying about." You lean yourself against the solid wall behind you.

It's quiet for a moment, a stinging silence, before you feel his arms wrapping around your frame and bringing you closer against his chassis, hugging you, while you lean into the tender comfort.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you." You whisper, feeling guilty you've kept this from him. Starscream lets out a low grunt. He's hurt, and you don't blame him for being angry with you.

"I'm staying." His words get you to look up at him, confused. "I'm not leaving you or our sparkling. Skywarp and Nova Storm will probably stick around, but I'm not going anywhere." His servos touch your face and he traces his digits under your optics tenderly.

"So I'm stuck with you?" You can't help but pout, teasing him, and he answers through a soft chuckle.

"Don't sound too disappointed, but yes, you're stuck with me. Tough luck." He feels just how much you're heating up simply by his touches. "Getting warm are we?" He leans closer and lets out a purr into your neck, glossa running against your sensitive cables.

"Your fault." You moan faintly, tilting your helm to give him better access. "You're like a parasight I can't get rid of."

"A parasight you crave." His words murmur out against your neck before feeling his servos moving over your waist, tugging you closer against him that you welcome.

"Shut up and kiss me." You grab his helm and kiss him firmly, pushing your glossa between his lips and devouring him, dominating his glossa with your own with greed.

Starscream smirks against your lips as he kisses back just as hard, servos gripping into your soft armour and moving up around your sensitive wings causing you to shiver under his skillful touches.

For the first time in a while, you don't feel afraid, and that's a beautiful relief. He breaks the kiss and holds your servos, leading you towards the berth, one that was never used since you've been recharging in the nest with your sparkling.

"I've had my trine for a long time. Skywarp and Nova Storm became conjunx's and I became their amica, and its always been the three of us together. I want you to become part of our bond, and we'll become four. So, let's skip traditions, become my conjunx tonight, join me, join our bonds."

He's serious.

You're quiet in thought for a moment, causing him to speak. "Do you see yourself with anyone else?"

"No, not really."

"Good. So?"

Waiting for the granted permission, that's all he was waiting for. Over the years you've always had your lustful encounters with the trine, and it just carried on as if it was normal. Now, you're being offered to break that trine and become their fourth trine member. There is nothing to lose, so of course you answer what you feel is right, no matter how crazy it was.

"Alright."

Almost immediately, you find yourself laid back against the berth, lost in a intense and passionate kiss with Starscream as he presses himself between your legs, smoothly grinding himself against you panel and causing you to moan out in soft bliss, glossas tangling together while your servo move behind to tease his wings tips lightly, earning you a shiver from him along with a satisfied hum.

Breaking the kiss he lets out a giggle at our pouting, but this changes when he starts descending down your body and you feel his lips against your inner thighs making you arch your back under his heated vents.

Without even asking or being told, you retract your panel, revealing your moist valve for him to feast upon. He lets out purrs of delight before moving closer and gliding his glossa against your outer lips and across your ceiling node, earning him a joyful mewl from you. He loves the sounds you make, always like a beautiful melody.

Feeling his glossa wiggle its way into your valve you let out a number of sorts of sounds, moaning loudly while venting and biting your lips, servos clenching his helm as your optics shutter close.

"Such pretty sounds." You hear Nova Storm whisper at your side, joined by Skywarp on your other. As aroused as you are, you can't help but ask.

"W-where's-"

"She's recharging." Skywarp answers. "She's safe, I promise. Let us take care of you, darling." You relax as you feel them touching you in your most sensitive places, becoming a moaning mess as you embrace the pleasure boiling through your frame.

Starscream lifts your waist up as he buries his face against your valve more, letting out a lingering moan that vibrates through your perfectly, glossa rolling back and forth, drawing out more beautiful sounds from you.

Skywarp tilts your helm and shares a kiss with you, one you welcome very eagerly. It's a lot to take in but you crave every touch and kiss from them. This is what you want, seekers always stick together.

"Can we see?" Nova Storm whispers into your audio as her digits trace over your chassis, right above where your spark was. You respond through a murmur before shifting your plating and relieving your pulsing and glowing spark.

"So beautiful." Nova Storm whispers, before leaning across your chassis, servos carefully touching your chamber, before you feel her glossa lick against your spark.

Never have you felt something so sensational. Soft mewls of bliss erupt from you, greedy for it all, treated like a princess. Your sounds are swallowed by Skywarp again as she twirls her digit against your wing. All three of them, it's quite a lot to deal with.

Being lost in the moment you don't realise right away that they had stopped, Starscream coming up to lean over your frame, his spike already hard and running up against the outside of your valve. When you do realise this, Starscream kisses you, his lips and glossa soaking with your juices while Skywarp and Nova Storm both embrace in a passionate kiss, their own sparks open and touching one another, vocals erupting in chaotic orgy.

Your attention is on Starscream then, and you feel his pulsing spike enter your valve, every ridge pressing in and filling you completely. Arching your back you let out a low mewl as your servos grip onto his arms, legs wrapping around his waist as you clench around him.

Every throb pulses through your channel, sending electric buzzes through you repeatedly, before feeling him move. He's got a firm grip around your waist as he thrusts into you, tugging you back against him at a shallow and firm rhythm.

Starscream leans down towards your neck, thrusts slow and short, causing you to let out a grunt as you try to move your hips quicker against him, and this causes him to giggle into your neck.

"Stop your giggling." You tap his shoulder as a warning.

"Make me." He continues to giggle like a brat, and you roll your optics.

"I could, or you can frag me harder and join our sparks together?"

"You're so demanding."

"You love it." His silence is your answer. He does love it. He smiles, and it's his mischief kind. Damn that smile.

You watch as his cockpit and chassis shift their platings, relieving his pulsing spark and leaning closer again. There's one more kiss, one more thrust, before both your sparks collide together.

His movements grew intense, shallow firm thrusts rocking you into the berth as you wrap yourself tightly against him, sparks joined and pulsing rapidly together while all your blissful sounds fill the air.

You feel either Skywarp or Nova Storm holding her servo and you hold back. You're not sure who it is, though it doesn't matter, and the overpowering pleasure briskly boils even more. You moan, you cry, you fall apart feeling his spike thrust into you over again and his spark wrapping around your own, feeling the bond grow and complete itself, right before Starscream gives a sharp thrust and stills, hissing out as he overloads.

He fills your channel with his warm fluids, your own overload suddenly crashing through as well as you hold onto him and you mewl out in delight. It's so alluring, the moment, everything you're feeling, so perfect.

Your systems start to shut down due to your lack of recharge already, and you feel yourself being wrapped up by the seekers bodies before going into a blissful recharge.

The next morning, you are online, to find yourself back in the nest, tangled up with Skywarp and Nova Storm warmly that makes you smile softly. You can feel the seeker bond between you all, the bond with Starscream, it's a blissful feeling.

Gently, you remove yourself from the tangled embrace, smiling softly as the femmes embrace one another before hovering your way down only to find Starscream outside standing on the ramp with your sparkling in his arms, speaking to her.

Quietly, you come up behind, listening.

"One day you'll see Cybertron, my little seeklet. It's beautiful, and soon it'll thrive, hope for our world and species. You're going to love it." He speaks fondly to her as she chirps in response.

Coming up behind, you wrap an arm around his waist and lean into his side. "One day, we'll go home."

Starscream gives a rare tender smile, a softness he hasn't expressed in a long time. He feels he can finally find peace with his new family, a chance to become something different, something better. He tenderly leans back into your frame, servos holding and stroking your sparkling affectionately.

Home indeed.

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sillylittleguytm · 3 months

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Hide Us in Shadow

Cardinal Copia x gn!reader

Warnings: Mentions of people getting up to filth in the confessional

Word Count: 696

Love from Your Papas Day 5: Hidden Kisses with Copia

Comfortable silence lays over the ministry halls like a blanket, the space uninhabited and illuminated by moonlight. The ministry is a beautiful place, and that beauty is only enhanced by the light of the moon pouring into the stained glass windows– it’s calm and serene when there isn’t a stream of people carrying out their duties throughout the day.

The silence is suddenly cut through by the faint sound of careful steps on the tile. It's times like this that you curse the spacious, echoey hallways. You didn't typically go out past curfew, but the instances have become more and more common since you've become involved with the Cardinal. The blossoming romance isn't exactly forbidden, but you'd like it to develop more privately before it becomes a public thing. So, naturally, you both decide to be dramatic about it and sneak around to see each other. It makes things far more thrilling and fun.

You soon make it through the ministry and outside to the garden, your designated meeting spot. You arrive just a couple minutes late and find Copia sitting on a stone bench. His smile brightens at the sight of you and he moves over to give you room to sit. His hands fidget nervously.

Sitting down next to Copia on the bench, you take his hand and give it a comforting squeeze. While he enjoys sneaking around with you, it stresses him out to no end. But it's hard to worry about that when you're by his side. All other cares go out the window when he has you in mind.

“I'm glad you made it. I was starting to worry that Sister had found you.” Copia says, keeping his voice low. “I would hate for you to be put on laundry duty on my behalf.”

“I think you're well worth any punishment she could dish out.” You assure him. “Except maybe cleaning out the confessional. I don't even want to think about the messes people leave in there.”

Copia laughs at this and leans in close. He looks at you for a moment, wanting to kiss you but hesitating to initiate it. The relationship is new and the last thing he wants is to take things too far and make you uncomfortable. But you simply laugh and lean in the rest of the way, kissing him softly. He makes a happy noise against your lips. His hand slides up your back and rests on the back of your head.

Suddenly, you hear rustling in a nearby bush. You both quickly part in a panic, looking around for the source of the noise. You calm when you see that it's just a stray cat pouncing at a meal near the bushes. Copia visibly relaxes when he realizes they haven't been discovered. He places another short kiss on your lips, only to pull you in for another right when the previous one ends. You grin against his lips as the kisses continue. He peppers them all across your cheeks, forehead, nose, and lips. Not an inch of your face is left untouched.

“Someone missed me today.” You tease with a giggle. Copia doesn't argue– he most certainly did miss you. Seeing you at night is the highlight of his day. He doesn't have to worry about paperwork or deadlines. All he had to worry about was Sister’s wearabouts and when he would next be able to see you like this.

“I don't think we should hide this any longer, topolino.” Copia whispers, his mouth just short of colliding with yours once again.

“I agree. I want people to see us and know that we're together.” You breathe, glancing down at his lips. Unable to resist the temptation, you bring him into another kiss, wrapping yourself around him, immersing yourself in him. You're in somewhat of a trance, completely mesmerized by how his lips feel against yours.

“Having fun, are we?”

You jump back yet again and are met with a very smug looking Sister Imperator. Both of you are sheepish and worrying over what chore you both would be tasked with for being out past curfew.

Please not the confessional, anything but the confessional…

#ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost #papa emeritus x reader #cardinal copia #cardinal copia x reader

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neruro · 8 months

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VOD 02 - at least give me pity donos!

first time chatter...? | scara x reader smau

He felt something strange at the sight.

Kazuha and Heizou playing with their (namely, Albedo and Kunikuzushi's) Switch on the floor, Albedo at the edge of the couch working on whatever illustration, and Kunikuzushi himself.

'Being next to someone again... I don't mind it.'

Kunikuzushi wasn't going to pretend he was familiar with any type of companionship. It was by sheer luck that he and Kazuha were paired up for a project together, and it was another dose of luck that he met long term friends because of it, (though Heizou and Kazuha agrees its from 'their intuition' and 'fate' respectively.)

Even as Albedo scolded Heizou for yelling at Kazuha about a blue shell, he burned the image in his memory. His companions... Or friends, some would say, they would be fleeting. Nothing lasts forever, after all. Eventually their paths would diverge.

To treasure the time before they abandon him.

Isn't that what his mother taught him?

Yes, if only he listened sooner... Then he wouldn't have been so distraught when he lost 'them.' And perhaps they never would have had to leave.

'I don't blame them,' he thought. 'The best I can do is hope I've grown enough.'

'So when that day comes... I can finally face them with my truest self.'

With a sigh and a last look at his friends, he went on his phone to open Twitch. Tartaglia and Barbatos were streaming, a couple thousand new followers (which were unfortunately, less than usual), but nothing he was particularly interested in.

Though he had a half a mind to...

He heard your voice almost immediately after, still as lively and sweet as last time. You started off with your usual greeting, wishing him a good day and starting off with informing him of what he missed.

"We just found the desert temple!" You said. "I'm glad you're here, actually– Me and Alatus found a mineshaft, and I could use you as a good luck charm!"

Right before he could hear your reaction or see if you got yourself killed again (dummyx5), Heizou punched his shoulder lightly, looking over at his phone. Somehow, they got Albedo away from his work to play with Kazuha, and they were both playing in silence.

"Kuni, partner!" Heizou said, leaning against his shoulder. "Why don't you join us? We got Albedo away from his tablet, that deserves some recognition, don't you think?"

"Doing something else," Kunikuzushi hummed, waving Heizou away. "You guys have fun."

"You're on Twitch," Heizou pointed out. "My guy, you're already living on Twitch every day."

"My streamer is streaming," He responded. "So shoo for a moment."

"I'm offended!" Heizou said, putting a hand to his heart in mock-hurt. "But alright, alright, just know you won't be choosing the game we play next time. Kazuha wants to play animal crossing with me so you'll take my place, partner!"

As Heizou walked back to the others, Kunikuzushi focused his attention back to his phone. Where 'his' streamer was now on the death screen again, from... Trying to swim in lava!

As you went on with how you were going to do better and not die next time (all while preciously trying to defend your honor) he couldn't help but let out a smile.

'It's always the smaller streamers...' He thought. 'Cute.'

first time chatter...?

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✧˚ ·summary - tada! a new streamer (aka: you!) entered the scene! and what's this? your first regular chatter accompanying you to fame? great! and you're both becoming friends? even better! . .. eh? what... what do you mean he has over a million followers? and what does he mean by 'do you remember me!?'

taglist is open (thank you guys, bold means I can’t tag you!) - @maxineshearts @magica-ren @drmyday @haunts-gh0st @featuredtofu @yyyyiijhth @hiraethsdesires @mellowberrie @meigalaxy @idontevenknow129 @beriiov @sakiimeo @karma-gisa @raewrz @grrrhutao @itzblazekun @seternic @imdyeing @siasseltzers @lylovw @boxdisappeared @klanxii @moon4nge1 @layla240 @cante-lope @sketcheeee @hibiscy @saturnsapothecary @1l-ynn @pyrotechnics84 @eleutheriaah

author's note - chanel you are a carrot <3 thank you for reading!! be nice to yourself and others~

#ren tried :')#first time chatter ♡#scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche smau #wanderer x reader #wanderer x you #genshin x reader #genshin smau

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msgexymunson · 2 years

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Overwhelmed Pt 2

Soft!Dom!Eddie x Sensitive!Virgin!Fem!Reader

Description: your relationship with Eddie is fresh, but when you find out he will take care of you and make you feel safe, you feel like you can take the next step with him.

Part 2 of Overwhelmed. part 1 here

Warnings: NSFW, (minors DNI or I'll poke you with my pitchfork) Hella fluff, touch of angst, loads of smut, reader uses she/her pronouns, pet names (sweetheart, princess etc) slight panic attack/over stimulation, 1 use of y/n, f!fingering, m!handjob, slight spit play, p in v protected sex, loss of reader virginity.

A/N: ahhh this is so cute! it was hard to write but I hope it came out as good as it is in my head, really want it to stand up to the original fic. As usual I'm English so soz for any weird American stuff, I try! Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated.

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Sunlight streams into the room through the makeshift red curtains casting an orange glow. A yellow ray pierces the centre, a travelling shaft of light highlighting the swirling dust in the air. This sliver of sun appears to be your reason for waking, shining into your eyes.

Scrunching your face at the invading brightness, you take in your surroundings. Still in the messy, boyish bedroom, posters adorning every available wall space. Bed covers sprawled haphazardly over the both of you. You remain where you went to sleep, head on Eddie's chest, arm draped across him. You can feel the peaceful, up and down, gentle movement of his breathing. Both of his arms were wrapped around you tightly, as if he was afraid you'd flee in the dead of night.

His face looks so serene and untroubled. You trace the line of his jaw with your eyes, looking at his cheekbones, the slope of his nose, how his messy hair falls around his face, framing it. He looks like an angel.

Pressing kisses to his chest, on top of his tattoo, you feel like the luckiest girl in the world. Eddie's nose wrinkles adorably at your attention, and finally his eyes open.

"Mornin' beautiful." His voice was cracked, deep and groggy from sleep.

"Hey handsome." You smile up at him.

Kissing you on the forehead and grinning against you, he can't seem to help saying, "you stayed."

"You asked me to." You poke him teasingly.

"Well I'm glad you did' he said, pulling you in for an even tighter embrace.

"I can't stay much longer. If my parents get home and I'm not there they'll freak."

Eddie pouts, stroking your arm. "Can you stay long enough for me to make you breakfast?"

"Are you offering to cook for me Eddie Munson?" You stare at him incredulously.

"Does heating frozen waffles count?"

"Sounds great," you giggle, pulling him in for a kiss.

Pretty soon you were both sitting at the table, eating waffles and maple syrup. Eddie wearing sweats, you in your skirt and flannel shirt (and no underwear since he still refused to give them back.)

You had been worried that after last night something would change between you. Maybe he wouldn't like you as much, or it would be awkward. Seems like you were right; something had changed. You both couldn't stop stealing glances at each other and smiling. God, you were smiling so much your face hurt. Everything seemed natural, easy.

The front door flew open, startling you.

"Oh hey Wayne, this is y/n. My girlfriend." He beamed, clearly pleased as punch at being able to say that "Sweetheart, this my uncle Wayne."

"Oh," he said, "good morning miss, feel like I know you already, Eddie won't shut up about you."

You blush and hold out your hand. "Pleasure to meet you Mr Munson."

Wayne looks over your shoulder at Eddie "you could teach my nephew some manners." He grabs your hand. "Pleasure to meet you too." Giving you a firm hand shake.

"No, if y'all'd excuse me, imma take a shower and head to bed. Long night." And he heads off to the bathroom.

You turn to face Eddie. "So, been talking about me, huh?"

Eddie flushes, managing to say "well, what can I say? You're my dream girl."

"Who would have guessed? Eddie Munson is a cheese ball." You stand up, finished with your breakfast, and poke your tongue out at him.

Pulling you into his lap suddenly, you squeal. "Sweetheart, if I'm cheesy it's your fault." Pressing kisses to your neck.

You whimper, the unexpected attention sending shivers down your torso. "Eddie, fuck."

"That's never gonna get old." He smiles, stroking your back. "Let me grab a t shirt and I'll take you home." You smile back and kiss the tip of his nose.

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The next day at lunch, Eddie and the rest of Hellfire are already seated in the cafeteria when you enter.

"Hey boys" you smile, moving toward your usual spot. A chorus of 'heys' greets you. No different from any other day.

"Hey sweetheart." Eddie winks at you. He's not told them. You could tell by the maniacal grin on his face. He probably wants this to be dramatic. Of course he does, it's Eddie.

Well, here goes nothing.

Instead of sitting in your usual seat, next to Eddie, you flop down straight into his lap.

"Hey."

You kiss him, hard. Eddie's eyebrows raise as high as they can go, hands hovering in shock for a moment, before they come to rest at your waist. Your hands move into his hair as you deepen the kiss. You're pretty sure you can hear gasps around you, or something very much like it. It all sounds like it's underwater, unimportant. Breaking the kiss, you gaze at Eddie's face.

Eddie looks back at you with glassy eyes and chuckles. "Wasn't sure how you wanted to handle it."

"Oh you're mine. Everyone needs to know." You smirk at him, hand possessively held to his chest.

Finally breaking eye contact, you look at the other members of your party.

"Holy shit!" Mike's jaw drops.

"I fuckin' knew it" Gareth says to Jeff, pointing an accusing finger at you both. Jeff shakes his head in shock.

Dustin, on the other hand, just looks pleased. "About time" he grinned.

"How did you know?" You say to Dustin, puzzled. When your eyes flick back to Eddie he looks just as surprised as you.

"Duh, it's like Steve says, you can feel it. The electricity. It's like, super obvious."

Eddie smirks, "electricity, eh?" And runs his hand up the back of your t shirt, stroking softly at your skin. His other hand rubs up your thigh. You shiver, feeling his delicate touches send bolts of arousal through you, face flushing. Thinking of reprimanding him for being so forward at school, you turn your head to face him. His eyes are dark, smile almost villainous. You can't risk telling him off lest a wanton moan escape your lips, especially when he looks that hot.

Getting out of Eddie's lap, you pull him by the wrist out of the cafeteria, eliciting cat calls and wolf whistles from your friends. Yanking him outside, you pout at him.

"Eddie you can't do that to me at school."

"I'm sorry." He kisses your cheek, then your jaw, then your throat. "I missed you."

You laugh at that. "It's been like 24 hours!"

He keeps pressing kisses to your neck, hand stroking at your waist. "Actually," in between kisses, "its more like 30. Torture."

"Eddie, Jesus." Just the small amount of attention to your neck and side has your body buzzing with warmth.

Eddie pulls away, hands in the air.

"Sorry sorry sorry, you're just, you're perfect. You, do things to me. I just want to eat you up or something, I don't know." He laughs, hand stroking the back of his neck.

You smile shyly at him, "you already did."

Eddie's face turns pink, but he flashes a devilish grin all the same.

"Can I take you out? We could go grab some burgers on Friday or something? Maybe go back to mine afterwards?"

"That sounds real nice Eddie." You peck him on the cheek.

"So, ready to go back inside and face the hoard?"

"Sure." He takes your hand in his and you both walk back inside, lovesick smiles plastered on your faces.

********************

When Friday night rolls around, Eddie comes to yours to pick you up. When you open the door he's practically vibrating with excitement.

"Hey sweetheart!" He goes to kiss you full on the mouth; you turn your head so he only manages to graze your cheek with his lips. Looking confused, you nod your head over your shoulder. As if on cue, your mom pops her head out of the kitchen.

"Ah, this is must be Eddie, pleasure to meet you."

"Pleasures all mine Mrs y/l/n." He holds his arm out, and your mom shakes his hand.

"Ok, ok," you say, slinging your bag on your shoulder, "you met him, he's not an axe murderer, we're leaving now." And you push Eddie through the door.

"Ok bye sweetie have fun!"

You grab Eddie by the arm and pull him towards his van.

"Woah sweetheart no need to rip my arm out the socket!"

"There is unless you want to deal with my Dad."

"Oh ok shit lets move" and he sprints dramatically to his van. You shake your head and jog after him, your skirt flapping at your knees.

Once he starts driving, he only moves about 50 feet then stops.

"What are you-"

"Shhh" he whispers, putting his finger to your lips. Eyes darting around, he looks like a mad man.

"I think the coast is clear." Grabbing your face he kisses you full on the lips. It's sloppy and loud, a caricature of a kiss. You laugh into him, pulling away from his antics.

"You're an idiot Eddie."

"Yeah, and you like me." He says right back in a sing song voice. He sticks his tongue out at you then starts driving again. Eventually, you pull to a stop at a local diner.

"I hope this is okay, I mean its nothing fancy, but the food is-"

"It's great Eddie." Patting his hand, reassuring him.

Gesturing to your bag you ask, "can I leave this in the back?"

"Sure. Erm, why'd bring it if you don't need it?" Tilting his head toward you with the question.

"It's just my overnight bag."

Eddie's hands fly to his face and his eyes practically roll to the back of his head.

"Holy shit sweetheart you gonna stay?"

"Yeah, I mean, I thought that's what you meant when you said we'll go back to yours? I mean if it's okay, I already asked my mom."

"Let me think... Er, hell yeah?" Reaching to hold the back of your head he plants another kiss to your mouth. This time it's sensual, all soft lips and softer tongue. His other hand holds your jaw, stroking your chin with his thumb. A wave of silken pleasure glides through you as you moan into him, your hands grabbing onto his t shirt to anchor you to this realm. Without it you fear you could float away, lost in his kiss.

He pulls away whilst you stare at him glassy eyed, utterly smitten.

"So, back to mine yeah?" You giggle at his eagerness, sparking you out of your dreamlike state.

"Eddie, I think we need to at least eat something."

"Okay okay, you win let's go."

When you walk into the diner you fear you may already have a problem. There's a jukebox playing tinny music in the corner, plates are rattling, a couple are bickering at the counter, the lights are too bright. It's a lot to take in all at once. You feel your breath hitch, mild panic tensing your muscles.

Eddie moves you to a booth, which helps but not entirely. He's chatting, talking about what happened a couple of nights ago in the D&D campaign. Giving clipped answers in return, you try to calm and centre yourself but it doesn't seem to be working.

A glass breaks somewhere, the shattering noise making you flinch. Staring at Eddie with wide eyes, he frowns and strokes your hand. Without meaning to, you recoil at the touch.

"Are you ok? What's wrong?" He asks, concern coating his words thickly.

You want to say a hundred things, a thousand things. You want to tell him the lights are too bright and the noise is too much and you can't think clearly. That you can't focus on his touch when there's so much going on. You want to say you're not a freak for feeling like this even if you believe that you are. You want to tell him not to run away, not to leave you, because you do want him to touch you, it's just all too much.

Nothing of the sort can make it past the lump in your throat. Staring at him, eyes pleading for mercy, for understanding, all you struggle out is "I- I can't..."

Frustrated tears form in the creases of your eyes and you wipe them away angrily.

"Hey, woah don't cry sweetheart! What can I do? Do you want to leave?" He reaches over to touch you again but stops himself in time.

You nod pathetically, more tears forming.

You're ruining everything.

Eddie gets up and leads you out the diner, arms herding you, wanting to provide comfort but desperately attempting not to touch you.

He opens the door for you and you make your way into his van, feeling a little better now you're somewhere safe. Taking deep breaths, you try to calm down.

"Was it too much?" Eddie's voice is soft, quiet, as if he's afraid to break you with it. You can't risk looking at him, you'll cry again, so you simply nod.

"Are you still hungry?" Another nod.

"You know what you want?" This time you do turn to look at him, eyes a bit wild, trying to tell him telepathically that there's no way in hell your brain can make a decision right now.

Eddie understands.

"Tell you what sweetheart, their cheeseburgers are amazing, I'll get us some, and a milkshake. I'll be right back. You okay waiting here?"

Smiling weakly, you reach over and squeeze his hand. He squeezes right back, looking at you with the softest eyes.

While you wait for his return, you take your time looking around the inside of the van. You touch the pile of tapes he has, looking at them one by one. Fingers trail across the dashboard, moving a small amount of dust, feeling the bumpy surface beneath your fingertips. The smell helps. There's an ancient air freshener hanging from the rear view mirror but it must be dead, because all you can smell is cigarettes, weed and Eddie. The fragrance engulfs you, tells you you're safe. Grounds you.

Upon his return, he hands you the food and the biggest milkshake you think you've ever seen in your life.

"Jesus Eddie that's huge."

He looks over and sees you holding the milkshake.

"Impressive isn't it?" He smirks and winks at you. Blushing you turn away, trying not to think of what he's implying.

Eddie drives for around ten minutes or so, until he finds a dirt track hidden by trees. Reversing into it and stopping, he helps you out the front of the van and opens the back doors. After putting a musty blanket down for you both to sit on, you take a seat, food and milkshake between you.

You sit relatively quietly, though there's some hushed conversation between you. Staring out at the trees and the sunlight dappled through them, it's beautiful.

The burger is surprisingly good, though the fries are a little cold now. The milkshake is delicious, chocolate flavoured with milk and ice cream, and you share it between you.

You pass him the last of the milkshake.

"I cant have any more of that, I'll explode." He says.

"Just take it away from me, save me from myself."

He chuckles and takes it away, putting it in a bag with the rest of the trash.

"You feeling better now sweetheart?"

"Yeah, tons." Pausing for a second, you blurt out "I'm really sorry!"

"Hey, it's okay." He leans forward, and stops. "er, can I touch you now?"

You climb into his lap, arms around his neck.

"Okay I'll take that as a yes." He holds you close as you try and explain.

"It's just too much, I couldn't deal with it, and when that happens it's hard to speak. I'm awful at making decisions when I'm like that. I didn't want to ruin our date."

"Hey, nothings ruined." He strokes your back. "I think you improved it, this is nicer than some diner!" Kissing you on the forehead he says "thank you."

"For what?"

"Letting me take care of you."

You stare back into his calming eyes, still laced with concern. You've never wanted to say 'I love you' more than in this moment. Knowing it's too soon, and you don't want to frighten him away, you settle for planting a soft kiss to his lips.

********************

An hour later you're both in Eddie's room, listening to music, your legs draped over his. You're passing a joint back and forth, enjoying each other's company. He hasn't stopped touching you the entire time.

Eddie's stroking you, fingers whispering across your skin, tracing your bare leg, over and over. You feel peaceful, even though every movement was making you hum with desire.

"You really can't help it can you?" You smile kindly at Eddie.

"Help what sweetheart?"

"Touching me." Your smile growing wider.

"Oh I'm sorry, I suppose I can't-" he moves to shift position away from you, but you grab his hand.

"Please don't stop."

The smile that creeps across his face is simply diabolical.

His hands make their way back to your thighs, stroking gently, higher and higher. Your skirt gets bunched up almost to your waist as he continues to move up your leg.

You wiggle in place, carnal desire building up in you. Surely he could feel the heat that was pouring from between your thighs?

Eddie gets up and kneels between your legs. You look at him, biting your lip, unable to stop the feeling of nerves and excitement bubbling in your stomach. He strokes your knees, head tilted to the side.

"You okay princess?"

You flush, nodding at him.

"Are you sure? I mean, I don't want to rush you-"

You look him in the eye and pull your tank top over your head. Laying there in front of him, skirt hiked up displaying your black panties, matching bra barely covering your breasts. You unbutton your skirt, slip it off and toss it to the floor.

"Holy hell." Eddie stares at you for a while, hands compulsively stroking your knee.

Eddie slowly pulls his t shirt over his head. You'd seen him shirtless, less than a week ago, but this seems different. Serious. His lithe, pale body, such a stark contrast to his tattoos, was kneeling right before you. Bare chested apart from his guitar pick necklace.

"You're really hot." The words come unbidden, spill words falling from your mouth.

Eddie laughs "you're kidding right? Have you seen you? You're fucking perfect sweetheart."

He leans over you and kisses you on the lips, so so softly. His lips are velvety smooth, crushing into yours. You both open your mouths to each other. Tongues pressing heat into each other, your bodies mimicking that action, skin rushing against skin.

Eddie's hand moves to palm your breast over your bra and you gasp loudly at the sensation. You can feel him smiling into the kiss when he pulls the cup of your bra down and runs his finger across your nipple.

You flounder, moving your hand shakily behind you to unclip your bra, letting it fall.

Eddie's face is glowing, blush reaching the tips of his ears. He bends down and takes your nipple into his mouth, running his tongue around in circles. He releases your nipple with a wet noise.

"Oh God, Eddie."

Smug smile spreading across his face, he takes your nipple back into his mouth and sucks, teasing the other in his rough fingertips. The feeling makes you moan audibly. There's a heavy, tight feeling of arousal sitting deep in your chest. You want to touch him. You need to touch him. There's no way you can show him how good he makes you feel but you damn well want to try.

"Eddie." Hands shakily drifting to his belt, "can I? Touch you?"

"Holy shit yes please." You giggle as he lays down next to you, fumbling with his belt. He pulls his jeans and boxers off in one go erratically, flinging them across the room.

Fucking hell.

You're staring, you can't help it. Never having seen one in real life, it's kind of intimidating. It almost looks painful, rock hard and throbbing, nearing purple at the tip.

You scoot right next to him, bare skin touching, laying on your side, fingers ghosting down Eddie's chest, leaving goose bumps in their wake.

What if he doesn't like it? What if it's obvious I don't know what I'm doing?

"Sweetheart you good?" He holds your nerve stricken hand in his, stilling your movements.

"Yeah, I mean, I've never, done this before" you mumble shyly into his chest.

"Hey, don't worry about it," he kisses you on the forehead, cupping your hand in his and brings it down, down, over the course hair on his lower stomach and onto his pulsing cock.

Eddie hisses as his guides your hand into a fist, moving it gently up and down. The skin is so soft, warm silk, moving with your hand against his hardness. You stroke him tentatively, getting used to the thought of it in your hands.

He moves your hand away and you pout for a second thinking you did something wrong, until he brings it up to his mouth and licks a long, wet stripe with his tongue over your palm and fingers. Your thighs clench, the lewd gesture taking your breath away. You look up at him and he is grinning wickedly. He holds your own hand out to you.

"Spit."

You raise your eyebrows but do as he asks. When it lands in your hand you look at him to see if that was alright, but judging by his face it was more than okay. Eddie's eyes are hooded, biting his bottom lip, cheeks flushed.

He brings your hand back down to his hard member and you form a fist, beginning to move it up and down, slick spit letting you glide easily over him.

"Fuck, baby just like that."

Spurred on by his words, you grip a little tighter, move a little faster. Eddie makes the prettiest sounds, moaning, bucking into your hand.

"Shit that's, that's really good, fuck."

His other arm is around you, hand snaking into the back of your underwear to cup your ass. You keep fisting him, looking at the way your hand bounces up and down his dick, watching pre cum dribble out the top and onto your fingers. You're drenched in your own spit and his, droplets are flicking onto his lower stomach.

"Baby, you're gonna, Jesus, you have to stop, you're gonna make me cum."

You speed up at that, turning your head to look at his face. He's so gorgeous like this, red faced and desperate.

"Please Eddie I want you to, please, I want to make you cum."

Your arm burning with exertion, you squeeze his length and fuck him with your hand, faster, squeezing your thighs together, impossibly turned on by him crumbling to your touch. Suddenly you can feel him twitching, dick incredibly hard. He's grabbing your ass firmly with his hand; you watch as his abs contract and he releases over his stomach with a high pitched moan, nearly convulsing.

"Jesus H. Christ. Princess, that was. Fuck."

Eddie's panting, longing to catch his breath. He presses wet kisses into your forehead.

"I take it that was good then?" You ask coyly.

Eddie hums in response.

"Could you, er, help me out princess?" Gesturing to the mess you helped to make on his stomach.

You look around, finding a box of tissues and handing it to him. The second he's cleaned up he grabs you by the ankles and pulls you bodily towards him making you squeal in surprise.

"Your turn." Then he's assaulting your neck with kisses. You giggle, until he slows down, actions becoming less comical, more loving. His teeth graze your neck and the sudden feeling makes you moan, sending a shiver down your side.

His mouths descends to your chest, taking your nipple in your mouth whilst his hands find their way to your underwear, stroking your clothed clit. You cry out at the dual sensation.

He pings the hem of your panties against your skin lightly. "Can I take these off?"

"Yeah," you manage to say, voice smaller than you meant it to be.

He slowly peels them down your legs and off. Sitting back on his knees between your legs he runs rough hands over the tops of your thighs, causing you to quiver.

Bending down, he presses kisses to the insides of your thighs, sprinkling slivers of sensation over you. Whining, your back arches, the light kisses stirring your stomach. You can feel Eddie's breath on your clit.

"Hey sweetheart, you miss me? I missed you."

"Eddie are you seriously taking to-"

Eddie interrupts you, "darling I'm tryin' to have a conversation here."

"Eddie!" You look down at him, laughing at his bare faced cheek.

He smiles and licks a long, languid stripe up the length of your pussy, never breaking eye contact. The noise you make is barely human. He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks softly.

"Fucking Hell, Eddie!"

You moan at the contact, it sends volts through your core. He pushes a finger deep into your cunt. It's like nothing you'd felt before; you'd pleasured yourself by your own hands before but it felt nothing like this. His movements were so sure, his finger so thick. He slipped another finger in and curled them and you swore you were about to black out. It was just so intense. You felt your cunt clench around him.

"Eddie, oh my God."

"Shit baby you gonna cum? Please, cum for me."

A low, throaty moan breaks from your mouth as you feel your orgasm being yanked from you, pulled by his fingertips. The feeling keeps coming, waves upon waves of pleasure. He's pulling everything you have from you until your quivering and writhing beneath him begging him to stop.

You're sure you must have fainted, because the next thing you know Eddie's hovering over you, peppering delicate kisses to your cheeks, lips, forehead, nose.

"Hey." You smile shyly at him.

"She's back! You okay baby?"

"Hmmm I'll say." You pull him close so he falls on top of you, kissing him full on the lips, tongue exploring.

Both your naked bodies are pressed tight against each other, you feel the heat radiating off of him. His firm member, already hard again, was pressing against your heat. Stroking his back with your palm you pull him closer, closer, wanting to feel nothing but Eddie.

He breaks the kiss, nudging his nose with yours, his hair tickling your face.

'Sweetheart, do you... are you ready?"

It doesn't take a genius to work out what he's asking. Honestly, you were ready. You had been ready ever since those deep brown eyes had sought yours.

"I'm ready. I want you Eddie." You share another long, lazy kiss. He grins at you, flashing that brilliant smile. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes at the sheer joy on his face, mirroring the joy in your heart.

Eddie gets up to reach his bedside table and grabs a rubber, pulling it from its packet and rolling it down his length. He strokes himself a couple of times, hissing at the touch, and turns back to face you, climbing between your open legs.

Biting your lip, you look at him. Pale skin glowing in the light, firm beautiful body glistening, a slight sheen of sweat to his skin. His hair looks wilder than normal, face breaking out in an incessant grin. He looks like an angel. He looks like a demon. He was either your saviour, or your damnation. You didn't care, you wanted him, only him.

He pushes his hardened cock against your pussy; it grazes your clit making you groan.

"Sweetheart, if it's too much, just tell me and I'll stop, okay?"

His hand strokes your jaw as you stare into his eyes, lost in them.

"I'm ready, Eddie please-" the rest of your sentence turns into a cry of pain and pleasure. Eddie pushes his full length into you, stretching you. The pain is sharp to begin with, but it quickly dulls. He lays fully on top of you and you wrap your arms and legs around him tightly. Throbbing pulse between your legs, your heat reminding you of the burning desire there, that he's caused. You move your hand into his hair, the other planting firm strokes over the expanse of his bare back. The skin to skin contact is incredible, it's decadent; nothing you've ever felt before.

Eddie lifts his head enough so his forehead is touching yours; burning eyes meet. You stare, transfixed by his gaze, when he starts slowly pumping in and out of you.

Your forms are twisting together until you don't know where you end and he begins. He picks up his idle pace, hand running down your side to weave between your back and the mattress, the other holding your shoulder in a tight grip. You swear you can feel every bump and vein on his impressive length, every drag of his cock sending a ripple of yearning through your nerves.

You push against him, hips rolling to meet his thrusts. Moans are streaming out of your mouth, like a dam had burst and there was nothing to stop them any more. You had no filter, there was only this incredible fullness, this feeling of Eddie in every pore of your skin.

Locking lips with yours, Eddie pushes into you harder, you both moan wantonly into each other mouths, passion unconfined, chasing ecstasy. You break away, wanting to tell him he's making you cum but all that comes out is a broken near scream of his name. The feeling is immense, all encompassing, like Eddie's arms around you. It ebbs and flows through you; tingling warmth flowing out of your core, rivulets of pleasure wash over your skin as the throb of your own heartbeat takes over your contracting heat.

Eddie whimpers, high pitched and long, thrusts stammering until he releases.

You kiss, and kiss, and kiss again. You don't know who started giggling first, but pretty soon you are both laughing, the joy of the moment spilling out. He leans up on his elbow, free hand coming to cradle yours.

"You okay sweetheart?" Kissing the tip of your nose.

"Yeah, that was, wow." You squeeze his hand.

Nerves suddenly take over you. "Was that, okay for you?"

Eddie's grin lights up his whole face.

"Princess, that was probably the best thing that's ever happened to me."

When he pulls out you whine, over stimulated. When he's pulling the condom off and tying it you grab the comforter and wiggle under it.

Eddie joins you, arms and legs tangling, your face pressed to his chest.

"You wanna smoke sweetheart?"

"In a bit. I just want you."

"Give me twenty minutes and you can have round two."

Laughing at him you push him playfully.

"Eddie we've got all night." Grinning into his chest, being held in his arms, it was the most loved you think you've ever felt.

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elli3luvs · 1 year

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falling in love at a coffee shop pt. 3 [ELLIE W]

summary: watching movies with your favorite barista was never easier

genre: fluff/angst

wc: 1.9k

a/n: thank you guys for loving this! i don't feel as if im too good at telling stories but im glad you guys enjoy it hehe sorry if i missed anyone on the tags as well!!!!

part two

Who even knew video stores were still a thing? You surely didn't think they were — you were almost certain they died out in the late 2000s with the rise of streaming services. Every store around town seemed to be shuttered up. But Ellie, being the cool girl she is, somehow knows of a still operating movie store. You have to admit, putting in a DVD somehow feels cooler than pulling it up on Netflix. There was something about the sound of the DVD player that made you a little giddy. The giddiness was totally not because of the girl standing in front of you.

Totally not.

She raises her eyebrows when the tray slides back into her DVD player, "Super cool, huh? Feels... retro." She lets out a shaky breath while rubbing the back of her neck. She makes her way over to the couch — plopping down, making your body slide closer to her. Her scent fluttered over your nose. She smelled woody and like coffee.

On brand.

You still couldn't believe you were sitting in Ellie's living room. The room smelled similar to her minus the coffee smell. The room wasn't necessarily tidy but it wasn't overly dirty. There wasn't trash everywhere but random trinkets were scattered over the surfaces. There were hoodies thrown over the backs of chairs and a couple of empty water bottles on her coffee table. Lived in is what you would describe it as. There were a couple of picture frames on a mantel above her TV but the room was too dark to make out the figures.

"I haven't watched anything on DVD in like, I don't know, years." You let out a small laugh as the home screen pulls up. It was a movie you have never heard of, but it looked similar to Star Wars. Grand music filled the room before she turned the sound down a bit.

Ellie nods at your words, "I love it," You turn your head to look at her. There was a giddy look in her eyes you have never seen before, "Going to the video store is, like, my number one hobby."

You laugh at the ridiculousness of that statement, "What about making coffee?"

Ellie clicks the 'Play Movie' option and a bright light flashes over her face as the commercials play before the movie. You forgot movies used to have commercials even on the home versions.

She rolls her eyes playfully at your question, "Making coffee is my job. Even though I love it, I definitely don't want to think of it once I'm out of there."

"I get that."

A comfortable silence falls between the two of you. It's hard not to stare at her through your peripheral. All you wanted to do was stare at her. You feel her legs pressed against yours, her legs spread a little more than yours. You take in a deep breath so you don't freak out at the contact.

God, is this middle school?

You shift your eyes slowly over to her figure, just wanting to take a tiny little peek. She was too pretty not to look at. It wasn't weird to look casually, right? When your eyes connect with hers, though, you rip them away while you blink rapidly.

Shit, she was already looking?

A pounding feeling against your chest makes it nearly impossible to focus on the now-playing movie. A spaceship rips through outer space as the main actor barks orders at his crew on the ship. Techno music plays in the background. You had no clue what was happening as a little vermin-looking creature started speaking in a made up language.

Was she still looking? Surely she had to be focusing on the movie she chose. She looked so excited to start it. She definitely wasn't staring at you anymore.

You slowly move your eyes across the room and slightly turn your head to look at her. Your eyes connect with her green eyes once more but instead of looking away, you keep them there. You can feel your face flush under the intense gaze she has you under.

Ellie's eyes widen once she realizes you weren't going to look away. Another flash from the TV illuminates her features. You could tell that she was blushing. Neither of you looked away even as the tension built.

She was so cute.

"I can't," She starts, voice barely more than a whisper, "I can't focus on this."

You smile at her, "I definitely have no clue what is going on," Ellie smiles at your honesty, "Turn it off. We can just talk."

Ellie seems to like your suggestion as she reaches her hand out and presses the off button on the remote. She fully turns toward you. Your knees knock against each other with how close the proximity is.

Ellie rubs her hands together while a breathy laugh escapes her lips, "I guess I'll ask the question that's been burning me the most."

A laugh bubbled out of your throat, "What is this 21 questions?" Ellie joins your laughter at the realization of what she's doing, "Go ahead, I guess. I might have an answer for you."

"What's your major? And... why did you decide to come into my coffee shop that day?"

"Woah, these are... really hard-hitting questions." You sarcastically reply. Ellie pushes your shoulder lightly with a chuckle. She mutters, Shut up' before looking back at you with expectant eyes. There was a glint in her eyes.

You loved the way she looked at you.

"I'm a literature major, boring I know, and the reason I went in is that my friend dragged me there," Ellie acts fake offended at your response, "I actually hate coffee."

Ellie gawks at the last part, "You what?"

You throw up your hands in surrender, "Don't hate me. It is just so nasty to me."

"I feel as if you have just shot me. You always order something," Ellie's hand goes over her heart in a dramatic manner, "But if I'm being honest, I don't really like it either."

You shoot up from your position. Ellie may have been faking shock but this was true for you, "What do you mean? You own the coffee shop!"

Ellie copies your surrender motion, "I know. I know. The only reason I opened the shop, well became a barista in the first place, is because my dad really loves coffee," You can feel your heart melt at the kind words, "Gave us something to bond over."

"That's really cute, Ellie." You look at her with eyes gushing with love. You hoped she couldn't tell how infatuated you were becoming with her.

"I know, I'm adorable," She leans in closer as if she's about to reveal a huge secret to you, "You do realize we have other drinks than coffee, right?"

She laughs at the way your face pales and how your eyes widen, "Oh my god!"

Her laugh was perfect.

It was becoming impossible to ignore your feelings for much longer. Each moment was another reason to fall for her. She was extremely sentimental and super observant, remembering the tiny details. Ellie was the first to notice if you parted your hair a different way or did a new thing with your makeup. It made your heart soar with happiness when she remembered another tiny detail from you.

Throughout the rest of the night, you guys talked about random things on that stupid couch situated against the wall. You talked about her love of space and how she wishes she could see the stars up close at least once. You talked about your worries and fears, things you wanted to do when you grew up, and the things that make you happiest.

You got closer to her with each passing second, knocking knees turned into your legs thrown over hers. That turned into you scooting closer (almost sitting on her lap) and your head leaning against her shoulder.

You weren't sure when you fell asleep. All you knew was it was the most comfortable you felt in a while.

Burning light was what woke you up. It definitely wasn't how you wanted to wake up, much preferring the smell of food cooking. Damn those stupid curtains for being pulled back. You furrow your eyebrows at the blinding light, not yet used to the morning sun. Your hand shoots out to feel around where you were. Still on the couch but no Ellie. You blink the bleariness away from your eyes while wondering where Ellie went.

There's slight muttering coming from the kitchen, it's hushed but urgent. There she is but you can't make out what or who she is talking to. You sit up from your laying position, back aching from sleeping on the tiny couch. Your ears strain to hear the conversation.

"Wasn't really expecting... come home... random girl!" That definitely wasn't Ellie's voice. It was too high-pitched and sweet.

"...Quiet... still sleeping... been broken up... had no right." There was the voice you came to know.

Curiosity filled your mind at the quiet talking in the kitchen. She never mentioned a roommate while talking to you last night. You fully push yourself off of the couch and creep your way to the area they were in. Ellie's back was turned from you so you got a glimpse of who she was talking to.

It was a shorter girl with black hair with an angry expression painted on her features. Her eyes landed on you and she scoffed.

Oh shit. She was furious.

"Great," Her voice cut the tense silence, "Now she's walking around as if this is her house."

Ellie whipped around with a look that made your heart stutter. It looked as if she had been caught doing something wrong.

She gave you an apologetic look, "Cat, can you for once..." She cut herself off, reaching out to you, "Hey, listen-"

You decided to cut her off this time while stepping back, "You never told me you had a girlfriend. This changes a lot, Ellie."

Cat scoffs again at your words. Her arms cross over her chest as she mutters, 'Good god, Ellie.' Ellie gives her a pointed look before turning back to you.

"I can fully explain this." Ellie's words are punctuated by the movement of her hands. They were shaking slightly.

'She's just stunned that she was caught,' an evil voice in your head bounced around.

You shake your head, "No need to." You turn on your heels ready to get the hell out of the tense situation. Ellie calls your name but once you are out the front door she doesn't make any moves to run after you.

"Great," You roll your eyes trying to ignore the feeling of your heart shattering, "This is fucking great."

You couldn't wait to talk to Dina.

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#ellie williams scenario #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fluff

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now we are one, let me love you ↳ g. satoru x g. suguru, g. satoru x reader ♡ angst, fluff ↳ tw: death, mention of a afterlife ♡ self-indulgent (I'm still trying to cope)

just thinking about the moment Satoru releases his final breath as his soul lets go. he can finally be at peace because he knows he's about to see you and suguru soon. he can't say that he hasn't braced himself for this moment because he has. it makes him wonder what his afterlife will be like.

will you be waiting? will it be suguru? maybe both?

regardless, he's going to make up for lost time. hold you like he's afraid he's going to lose you again. kiss you like he's missed you because he has. so fucking much. the last thought on his mind causing a smile to gradually grow as a single tear falls from his eyes.

he's going to be able to be happy again.

no sorcery, no saving others, no more loneliness. no more sleepless nights, no more nightmares.

you have more time to be able to be together.

he's always regretted the way things ended with you and how he wasn't able to save suguru from spiraling into madness. hated how he wasn't able to protect you from your untimely demise after your breakup. how his last words to suguru weren't what he truly wanted them to be.

how he wasn't able to protect the both of you from yourselves.

after losing both of you he vowed to never love again because he knew he would never feel the same way he felt for the two of you, for anyone else.

"welcome home, Satoru.”

satoru blinks, his heart doing leaps and bounds as he stands in front of the two people he fell in love with at different points in his life. his bottom lip wobbles the second he takes in your warm smile that makes your eyes crease, arms wide open for him to run into. he had hoped he would be able to see the both of you but he didn't expect the both of you to be waiting for him together. he was sure he would have to search for at least one of you but he's glad. it makes him happier to know that, even in death, you both are willing to stick by his side.

willing to be with him.

willing to still love him.

"I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault, satoru." Your voice is gentle but firm, knowing (and hating) that he blamed himself for your death. Honestly, You had no business going on missions when your head and heart weren't in the right place. Losing your best friend, Kento, during the Shibuya incident had you spiraling but also, feeling like you were losing your grip on your life and relationship was the nail in the coffin. Your breakup took a harder toll on you mentally and everyone could see it. Yaga tried to stop you but you were too hard-headed to listen to reason. Even the higher-ups knew all of this and they still sent you to your death. If anyone was to blame, it would be them.

satoru remembers seeing your lifeless body on the table like countless others, only breaking away when shoko finally covered your corpse. feeling the curse of loving someone all over again. he went through with suguru and now you were an added casualty. you weren't supposed to be there and Satoru felt if you hadn't agreed to end things, you would have still been alive.

"You can't blame yourself for our mistakes. I chose my path, satoru." suguru says, placing a soft kiss on top of his forehead with a softer smile before pulling away. "I can't change what I've done but I've accepted it."

his mind reels remembering how he was forced to end suguru's reign of terror.

"I forgive you. You were doing what was right." the tears streamed down satoru's face as he listened to the both of you. his heart breaking for the third time as he releases a sob, feeling the way you're reaching up to rub the back of his undercut. he relaxes as much as he can but you know it's going to take some time for him to truly be okay.

"I've missed you both so much."

"Well, now we have all the time in the world," You chuckle, letting satoru step away to try to get his bearings.

"an eternity to make things right."

you both hold out your hands as he takes one of yours and one of suguru's. the tranquility washes over him in waves because he can't believe this is his afterlife, this is his serendipity. surrounded by snowfall and sweet flowers blooming around you as you lead him to his safe space.

his haven.

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his definition of betrayal

"What do you consider betrayal? Lots of people have different ideas of what betrayal is to them" Alastor paused, thinking about that before looking at you "Betrayal is anything that breaks my trust. I care about my friends more than anything and if they knowingly hurt me or take advantage of me I will end any relationship with them without a second thought. I don't play games when it comes to my trust." his expression become firm as he spoke. "That's not the only thing, is it? I've seen how you act when you, and pardon me for a moment as I am not talking bad about her, your mother is brought up. I see how you smile fondly as people compliment pictures of her or compliment how she raised you, and I can see that same smile become strained and forced the moment someone talks badly about her. I've seen the tears you try to hide when someone mentions her death. Your version of betrayal isn't only about breaking your trust." Alastor paused when you mentioned his mother. He was caught off guard by how spot on you were. He looked away nervously and was silent for a moment. He slowly looked at you with a saddened look "You're right..." He said, softly "When it comes to her, my standards for what I consider betrayal is different. I'm sure you've seen more than you've let on too, haven't you?" his expression became gentle "I've seen more than you will ever know, Alastor." You smile softly. Alastor smiled softly at that "Well then, you know me better than anyone else. You're the only one I let this far into my life because you're the only person I know who wouldn't run after seeing how deep the scars are. I'm glad I have you...you know that right?" I cup his face in my hands. "I know, and I don't intend on hurting you ever" Alastor froze for a moment when he felt your hands touch him. It was unexpected but in a way, kind of surprising. He chuckled softly, a bit embarrassed but then looked at you with a bit of a blush on his cheeks. He looked down for a moment before meeting your eyes once again "Can I ask you something?" "Hmm?" Alastor paused for a moment and then spoke "You know how I always try to protect you..." he paused for a moment "Would you protect me too? In case something happened to me?" He spoke softly and was looking at you with vulnerable eyes "Always." Alastor's expression softened and his eyes became watery "Thanks..." He squeezed your hand gently, you could tell he was about to cry. He then pulled you into a tight hug and held you close to his chest. His grip was gentle yet powerful and protective. You rub his back. "Go ahead... cry... I won't judge you for being 'weak'..." Alastor hugged you tightly and then proceeded to have a silent breakdown as he began to cry in your arms. His body was shaking and trembling as the tears streamed down his face. Despite his attempts to hide it, Alastor was not one who liked showing his vulnerable side. He felt safe enough to let out his sadness and let his walls down. "I know you miss her..." Alastor tightened his grip on you as he was still shaking and crying. He was clearly in a bad mental state as he continued to cry. He stayed silent for a moment before he spoke again "..Y-Yes..." he said in between his crying "I-I miss her a l-lot" "There are lots of people who'd be lucky to have a mother like yours Al" Alastor sniffled and hugged you tighter when you said that "S-She was a b-bit overprotective but I-It was because she cared." He was still crying with his eyes closed but smiling at the same time "S-She made me feel s-safe" you kiss the top of his head. "And now it's my turn to keep you safe."

THE PRECIOUS BABY😭😭😭😭

HE JUST MISSES HIS MOTHER

#human!alastor #alastor x reader #alastor the radio demon #alastor hazbin hotel #radio demon #hazbin hotel alastor #Sad #Angst?#Alastor misses his mom:(

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01. the note under your desk | minho (xo kitty)

”it all started with a note under her desk.”

genre: mentions of suicide, professional swimmer athlete! Minho x marine biology student! Reader (Nina Shim)

Thanks for reading <3 @myahwritesss @sparkysparking101 @suzzie63 @upsidedownjill @lovely-hao @lupinette @seoli-16 @rory-cakes

——— masterlist | 01. DEAR K. | NEXT ———

Everything sucks.

From the university, to the students that inhabit its walls, to the dining hall food that has nothing but salt to make up for its lack of taste, to the annoying jocks that keep partying every night, to the girls who can’t stop gossiping about who got laid first—

Yes. Nina Shim is convinced that everything sucks indeed.

Opening her door to her shared apartment dormitory, she catches sight of the stale pan that has been sitting over the stove for over two weeks, despite her reminder to her roommate this morning that this should be gone by the time she gets back. Nina sighs, pushing off her boots in one swift, clumsy motion before staggering over to the small kitchen island that makes up most of the kitchen space, grocery bags in hand her backpack still slung over her one shoulder.

October is almost over in Toronto and people have been hyping up the idea of Halloween since last week. As Nina puts away her stuff in the fridge, she takes note of the scattered pumpkin-coloured paper streamed across the couch, the paper-mache ghosts in a stack on the coffee table. Her roommate, as depressed as she states she is, is gearing up quite nicely for Halloween. Too bad she can’t be as excited to clean up her own flat space. Nina has been granted all of that in her stead.

And it isn’t that Nina wants to complain. She’s not one to, has a pretty high tolerance level if she says so herself. But the thing is, it’s starting to get on her nerves. She might not be as outgoing, as carefree, as Hanni is, but that doesn’t mean that she needs to clean up after the latter like a mother would do for her children.

She has a life, even if that extends to merely hanging out in the University Aquarium lab and checking in on the goldfish every now and then.

Her phone rings in the silent stillness of her flat. Nina quickly fishes it out from her back pocket, pressing the green call button before placing it at her ear, “hello?”

“Nina!” Her mother’s voice is so warm on the other end of the line. So warm that it makes Nina’s eyes sting with tears, “how are you doing?”

“I’m okay,” she forces the words, glad that her mother can’t see her face, for she would’ve read right through her like an open book. Instead, she puts away the remaining biscuits in the cupboard above her head, “and you? How’s dad? He’s feeling better?”

“Oh you know how he is, always so stubborn,” her mother sighs, “he doesn’t want to take his medicine! And then when he falls even sicker he complains like a baby! Aiya, sometimes I wish he would just stop making my life so difficult—“

On and on she goes and that causes Nina’s mouth to twitch upwards into a smile. She misses her mother dearly, more than she will ever admit, and hearing everything that’s been happening back home makes her feel a little better about being far away despite it all.

“—but Nina, tell me, how has your roommate been? Still as dirty as always?” Her mother’s question brings her back to attention.

The girl leans against the kitchen counter, “she’s alright…just, yeah—not clean. But what else is new?”

“You should report her, you know. It’s a violation of your space and if you can't cope then--"

"Ma it's fine. Just--leave it."

"I'm just saying it would help."

"Anyway, how's dad doing?"

"Dad's been...he's been good."

"Going to his appointments I hope?" Nina asks while pulling out a glass from the drying rack.

"Yeah, it's tough for him. You know how much he hates it."

"Yeah I know."

"And you? We never get news, Nina. How's school? Do you go out with friends? You should--" she's grateful when she hears someone call her mother from the other end of the line and quickly fishes for an excuse, "oh it's okay mom, you can go. I'll catch up on homework anyway."

Her mother leaves the call with another apology, and when Nina cuts off the call and tosses her phone back onto the table, she lets out a prominent sigh. Looking up at the ceiling, she forces her eyes to stay dry, to not cry. Because crying means that she’s giving up.

She’s never felt so alone.

———

“I can’t fail.”

Minho’s seatmate and good friend going by the name of Q, just chuckles before looking down at his friend’s paper, “uh sorry bud, but I think you already did.”

“What happened to you?” His other friend Dae asks with furrowed eyebrows.

“I don’t know, man,” Minho musses up his hair and moans as if the world is about to end. Well, to him it is.

“Maybe you need a tutor,” Q suggests as the class slowly starts to file out of class.

“Or maybe Mrs. Chung hates me,” Minho says snarkily.

“Or maybe,” Dae’s hand falls onto his shoulder, “you need to get your head back in the game. You haven’t really been focused lately.”

“Yeah he’s got a point,” Q says, “anything you’d like to get off your chest?”

“Girl problems?”

“Family problems?”

“Love problems?”

“Oh shut up,” Minho rolls his eyes, slinging his backpack over his shoulder as the trio exit the lecture hall and file out into the main corridor where lingering students are waiting for the next class to begin.

“You know what’s your problem?” Dae suddenly says.

Minho looks at him with a raised brow.

“You’re skipping too many lectures.”

“Aha,” Q snaps his fingers, “now that, my friend, makes a lot of sense.”

“In my defense I have to—“

“Yes yes, we know, you have a rigorous swimming schedule,” Dae rolls his eyes, “but I think maybe it wouldn’t hurt to talk to Coach Choi about it. He might understand.”

“You mean, he’ll kill me,” mutters Minho sourly.

“Or maybe you need help from someone smart,” Q reasons, “why don’t you ask uhm—what’s her name again? The girl who’s always sitting in the front row by the right corner?”

“Ah Kimberley Chen? Yeah she’s hella smart. I’m sure she can help you,” Dae says.

While it sounds like a good idea, Minho’s pride cannot take it. Him? Asking for anything from anyone? He’d rather eat chicken feet, and god knows he hates that stuff.

Though…that doesn’t mean he can’t ask her in secret.

So that’s what he decides to do a few days after their small discussion. He stalks her social media accounts with no success. Apparently, this Kimberley Chen character doesn’t want any distractions from the digital world, hence her lack of presence on Facebook or Instagram.

Minho had no other choice than to stalk her in-between classes. Finding out where this famous Kimberley Chen sits is an easy feat considering that she’s a creature of habit. Having gathered some information on her beforehand, Minho had found out that she’s actually in the block right after his lectures, meaning that he has full chance of getting his personalized note to her.

He waits for the right moment. As soon as the bell rings to dismiss class, Minho quietly sneaks between the rows of desks before smoothly slipping in the note in the shelf right underneath. Then, assuring that no one has spotted him doing such a thing, quickly walks out with his head held high.

He should probably mentally remind himself to check that said desk during their next lecture.

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“There’s a study group happening in the library. You coming?”

Nina shrugs at her seatmate, knowing full well that it doesn’t matter whether she comes or not. The girl had just been asking out of politeness.

Honestly, her days at university had proven to her that it was almost impossible to make friends on her own. That, or maybe she had just been destined to be alone.

It hadn’t been the case in high school. Nina remembered the happiness, the excitement about attending events with her friends.

Now, she barely had any energy to get out of her house.

“Okay well, if you wanna come, it’s at three thirty,” the girl whose name she doesn’t remember gives her a quick wave of her glossy nail-polished fingers, “bye!”

“Bye,” Nina mumbles to no one in particular. She lets out a soft breath, waiting for the rest of the seats to empty out, before quickly gathering her stuff from her shelf underneath.

It’s as she’s packing up her books that a note falls from her stack. Curious, Nina reaches down to pick it up, turning the plain white letter over. No name. Weird.

Was it money?

Would it be rude of her to check?

It isn’t addressed to anyone, meaning that Nina isn’t practically breaking any boundaries by doing so.

Maybe it belongs to someone. Someone important.

She lets her curiosity get the better of her, breaking off the sealed tip and opening up the page as her eyes scan the contents:

Dear K,

My name is Minho. You’ve probably heard of me. After all, I’m on the professional athletics team. I’m writing you this to ask you for your services. I heard that you’re the top student in class. Well, since I am failing Mrs. Chung’s class, I would really like some help with some additional notes or some studying sessions. You will be rewarded for this.

Let me know if you’re down for it. Cheers.

Minho

Whoever this Minho guy is sure has some great nerve. Nina wonders who in the world would have such a big ego to write such a thing. It sounds almost too absurd to be true.

Wait…Minho. The name somehow sounds familiar…

Or not.

She crumples it up in growing annoyance and is about to throw it away, when she thinks better of it and slowly un-crumples the note.

Maybe she should answer back. Teach him a lesson. And what is this about “You will be rewarded for this”?

Uncapping a pen and flipping the paper over, Nina bends over the table and starts scribbling down her response. Satisfied, she then folds it back into its letter and places it under the desk.

Reward, my ass.

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dolliedarlin · 2 years

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HAIKYUU! | KOZUME K. ⏤23:51

PAIR. : gamerboy streamer kenma x girlfriend reader

SUM. : when Kenma forgets to eat his apple pie for his usual snack during his stream, you hand deliver it to him yourself and suddenly...you're famous

LENGTH : 1.8k

"Okay guys, I need to take a break and I think you do too," Kenma announces to his stream, moving from the game to a his signature 'chill and chat' screen, "I need to go to the toilet real quick and when I come back we can sit and chat for a while before we go into the new game you guys requested I play, okay?" as soon as he muted his microphone, he was gone but only for a minute or two.

From the kitchen, you heard his hurried footsteps to and from the bathroom and smiled to yourself. With a glance at the clock on the wall, you nod and hum at the time. Kenma's pretty lazy but he's good on keeping to his schedule, meaning that you were able to get into a good routine after living with him for a while. This time, however, even though he stuck to his usual scheduled break time, he didn't come and join you for his snack, he's done this religiously for months now. Several minutes have already ticked by...was he really busy at the moment?

You huff in slight anger. Even if he's so busy, he shouldn't neglect his health and wellness. You know that what you're about to do is just as odd and out of place as him not joining you for your usual handmade snack but his health is always a number one priority to you so, plating up a piece of his favourite apple pie and pouring him some green tea, you place it all on a tray and carry it all up to his gaming room.

Kenma's break felt shorter than usual to him; he felt as though he was missing something but he couldn't quite place his finger on it. Even if his chat pointed out how quickly his break took this time, he still didn't know what he feels like he should have done.

'Maybe that's why I keep losing' Kenma thinks to himself as another game over screen flashes before him and he is taken back to his previously saved checkpoint.

"Sorry guys, I don't know why I'm so off today-"

knock knock knock!

"Kenma~" you voice sings softly through the door and Kenma has to suppress his smile, his attention deviating from his suddenly chaotic chat as he takes off his head set, muting his chat but forgetting to mute his mic.

"Come in," thankfully, Kenma's set up made it so that his door wasn't in view.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," you bashfully apologise, slipping in through the door with a tray in your hands,"but you forgot to have your snack,"

"Oh!" Kenma has many cute expressions but his look of surprise will always be one of your favourites, his large eyes and perfectly rounded lips are just the cutest combination on him, "Maybe that's why I keep dying in game,"

"Haha!" you laugh at him and joke along, both of you ignoring the continuing chaos in Kenma's chat, "Well, I'm here with your power up," you slightly raise the tray in your hands to emphasise your statement and begin to set down his tea and apple pie.

"Hmmmm..." Kenma hums and smiles lovingly at your homemade apple pie before directing his gaze back to you, "thank you, I can't believe I almost missed out on apple pie,"

"I'm just glad I caught you at a good time and that you can finally get some food in you," you take your gamer boyfriend's chin in your fingers and raise his face up to meet yours in a sweet kiss outside his streaming camera's view.

"Good luck on your game and enjoy your snack, Kenma,"

"Thank you," you both kiss one more time before you finally slip away and Kenma turns back to his gaming set up, "I'm gonna have to take a break again you guys," Kenma voices into the mic, his golden eyes drifting to the chat and immediately widening at the flurry of comments firing up one after another.

'WHO WAS THAT?! YOUR GIRLFRIEND?!'

'She sounds so nice! omg! you two make a great couple!'

'I'm so jealous!'

'I don't know if I want to be her or you rn!'

Gauging that most of the comments were positive, Kenma chuckles to himself and finally indulges in his apple pie.

"That was my girlfriend," Kenma takes a bite and can't help but crinkle his eyes up with his smile as he reads through the chat's comments about you.

'Did she make that snack for you? what wifey material!'

'are you two just bf and gf? or are you engaged?'

'PUT A RING ON IT!'

'you lucky bish!'

'tell her to save me a piece of that apple pie! it looks so good!'

'can you ask her for the recipe?'

'best girlfriend to cook you pie for a snack! Bro is Winning rn'

"Yeah, she's great..." Kenma praises between bites, "and she takes really good care of me," he takes care not to reveal too much about you, not knowing how much you want to reveal about yourself to his large community.

'I'm so JEALOUS RN!!!'

Finishing up his slice of apple pie and tea, Kenma smacks his lips together and sets the utensils aside so as to continue his game, "Sorry about that, lets get back to the game,"

Sufficed to say, twitter was a mess, twitch was a mess, tiktok was a mess, it was all a mess! But it was a good mess! Some toxic and jealous people were hateful and bitter that Kenma was already taken but the majority loved you.

There were so many tiktok edits of that one moment, you took Kenma's chin and made him lean out of camera view for a kiss. And once someone edited your voice saying 'Haha! Well, I'm here with your power up' and used it in a video edit showcasing how Kenma actually started making better gameplay and winning after your snack delivery, that got millions of views and likes and the sound started getting used everywhere on tiktok and reached many other communities too. There was already an established online shipping fanclub, written fanfiction and drawn fanart of you two even though hardly anyone knew what you looked like and it's only been a day since that happened.

You two went viral.

"All this over me delivering you a slice of apple pie," you laughed so hard you threw your head back. After that incident, you hadn't gone to deliver Kenma any more snacks because he now remembered to stay with you in the kitchen for that but the chat had been kicking up a fuss over it and Kenma was quick to notice.

"They really love you," Kenma comments surfing through netflix with your head in his lap as you played animal crossing on your switch.

"I'm glad," you smile widely, covering the lower half of your face with your switch so as to keep him from seeing how happy it made you to be accepted by his huge fanbase. It's not every day you date a cute and famous gamerboy streamer like Kenma so it felt nice to be positively received by the audience and community he has cultivated for so long. It was like getting the thumbs up from his family when you go to meet them for the first time as his girlfriend.

"They won't stop asking about you," your boyfriend sighs, playing with a strand of your loose hair on his lap, "it's getting kinda annoying actually," you hum thoughtfully, that was definitely one downside, "but since it's about you, I'm not too angry about it," looking up at your boyfriend, you see him turn away with a flourishing blush on his face.

"Awww~ You're so cute, Kenma!" you coo, pulling an annoyed expression out of him, nevertheless, it was futile because he was still blushing and actually became redder at your comment, so much so that the tips of his ears were turned red as well, "Come gimme a kiss," you pucker your lips and forcefully pull him down to exchange kisses despite his protests. In the end he could do nothing but accept his fate and kept kissing you even after you stopped holding his face close.

Over time, Kenma's chat continued begging for another appearance from you, so much so that instead of taking snack breaks outside of his gaming room, Kenma waited for you to slip in through the door to deliver his snack midway through his 4 hour long daily streams. From there, things progressed to a point where you made your own twitch channel for fun and centred it around the preparation, making and plating of Kenma's snacks. Your streams weren't as long as your boyfriend's but you enjoyed it just the same because it was already something you were doing daily but this time you were just streaming it online. It made it all the more manageable to do around your already existing job.

And, even though, in the beginning, your chat mainly consisted of Kenma's audience, you gradually created your own community, who encouraged you to try different recipes from different cultures, and, who gave you donations for better kitchen equipment and more content.

Soon enough, it was eventually your one year anniversary on twitch and you celebrated it by live-streaming Kenma and you baking an apple pie together. It was held on your channel and it had the most people tuning in than ever before but you can hazard a guess that it was because Kenma was also making an appearance.

"Why apple pie?" Kenma asks as you tie up his apron for him.

"Because it's your favourite and because it's how this all started," you giggled and pulled him close for a quick hug that he happily returned, but pulled a face when you cheekily leaned up and kissed his nose. The both of you forgot the livestream for a quick minute but no one was complaining because it meant more fanart, fanfiction and content based around your ship.

The audience loved you and your cute interactions so much. It's grown to the point where you both currently hold the title of cutest online couple.

After your quick embrace, you tie up Kenma's soft hair into his signature lazy bun before he ties up your hair in your favourite style too.

'They are such. A. CUTE. COUPLE!'

'COUPLE GOALS!'

'When is it MY TURN?! (┳Д┳)'

'OI! YOU TWO SHOULD KISS!'

'the fanart for this stream is gonna be GLORIOUS! б（＞ε＜）∂'

'I can't wait for the edits of this stream! this entire stream is just a golden nugget of opportunity!'

"Shall we get started?" you slightly hop about in place as Kenma moves behind you to wrap his arms around your waist and press his face into your shoulder, suppressing a yawn.

"I guess..."

"Don't tell me you're tired already, Kenma," you giggle and try to urge your boyfriend off you but he stays stubborn in hopes that you'll just let him fall asleep on you. It's tiring standing up in the kitchen too long, he doesn't know how you do it, "Kenmaaaaa!" you whine.

This is gonna be a long stream.

navi.

thoughts? ; i've always had this little fantasy scenario floating around in my head ever since i got into streamers during covid ; i also hope kenma wasn't too ooc; this is my first time writing for him! ; also, this was kinda inspired by my bokuto timestamp where yn was his wife and became famous when she went to his game XD

#⍉ : haikyuu timestamps #kenma x reader #haikyuu x reader #kenma fluff #haikyuu kenma #hq kenma #kenma x you #hq x reader #hq fluff #hq imagines #hq drabbles #haikyuu

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I Wish You Were A Girl. (Part 2)

→ Rody x Vincent (Rodincent)

→ Kind of fluffy, still has undertones of angst

→ Takes place after Ending 1: Table for One

(catch me if you can)

Description: He missed her voice. He missed everything about her. He missed the way she made him feel. Rody just wanted her to pick up a phone, for her to talk to him again. Why wouldn't she answer? Why wouldn't she give him another chance?

Being unloved as well as broke didn't sound very appealing to poor, heartbroken Rody. So, with crumbling hope that he would ever hear from Manon again, he trudges back to the bistro.

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"L-Listen, forget the dinner. Can I just hear your voice?" Rody pleaded desperately into the flat-lining payphone. "You haven't picked up a phone for a week. Please, just let me know that you're there..."

"Goodbye." the answering machine responded cheerfully into his ear, cutting the beeping line. Rody sighed and placed the phone back into its original place. Tears welled up in his tired eyes, threatening to spill down his cheeks. "Manon..." he whimpered softly to himself, allowing stream after stream of tears roll down his cheeks.

After 10 minutes of sobbing, Rody picked himself back up, roughly wiping away the tears that stayed stagnant on his cheeks. He hated himself for letting this happen. If only he hadn't been so self-sacrificial, this wouldn't have happened. If only he knew how to love someone, she wouldn't have left him. If only relationships weren't so damn difficult, he wouldn't have had any issues from the start.

If only.

Rody found himself back in front of La Gueule de Saturne, looking at the glass doors anxiously. He had quit his job as a waiter because he had made enough money to take Manon out to dinner. But now, she wasn't even picking up his calls. This opened up a whole new can of worms, but he decided the first course of action was to get his job back, stabilize his life.

He stepped through the door, alerting the attention of a certain chef that happened to be walking to the front of the house.

Vincent's eyes widened as he took in Rody's figure, standing by the door, looking absolutely miserable. He knew it wasn't the time, but he felt heat creeping up his neck upon seeing Rody without his black blazer, and in just his white dress shirt. He quickly composed himself and stepped forward, a confused look on his face.

"Rody?" his voice was softer than usual. "What are you doing back here? You were pretty happy to resign from this position." Rody blinked at Vincent, trying to find the words.

"I'm...not in a very good position right now. I figured that I should...keep making money and stabilize myself. Get my life together, you know?" Rody tried to sound like he was happy about his decision, but in reality, he was an absolute mess. Vincent nodded silently and stepped aside, allowing Rody to step further into the bistro. His eyes never left his walking figure.

"I haven't yet found a replacement for you, so I suppose it's good that you came back before I did." Vincent tutted in a matter-of-fact voice, trying to sound nonchalant like he usually did. He was lying through his teeth, he had put off finding a replacement because of the little hope he had that Rody would come back. It seemed that his tiny wish had come true, and his heart wouldn't stop beating at a rapid pace.

Rody smiled gently. "I'm glad." he sighed as he slowly slipped on his black blazer, fastening it against his muscular figure.

Despite looking like the picture of misery, Rody worked the floor, running around and taking orders like nothing had ever happened. Vincent watched him from the kitchen windows, examining Rody's fake smiles and cheerful facade. As the shift wore on, the familiarity of the restaurant's atmosphere and Vincent's occasional quips and lectures put Rody in a slightly better mood. He started to enjoy having other things to think about other than Manon. Though, she would always be in the back of his mind, infiltrating his headspace and showering him in the memories of the pleasant times he's shared with her. Memories that had soured significantly.

Their relationship was like a flower. It withered as time went on due to the lack of nurture, and died out completely.

The day ended and Rody sighed a sigh of relief. He leaned against the counter, nodding at the chefs that filed out one by one to go home. There was only one person left; Vincent. After hesitating for a moment, Vincent walked up to Rody, struggling to find his words. Eventually, he parted his lips to speak.

"Good job," he spoke, "it's pleasing to know the way we do things here hadn't immediately left your mind the moment you resigned." Rody couldn't help but chuckle at Vincent's little jab.

"Thank you, Vincent. And, thank you for taking me back. I know it was probably a little confusing when I just up and left like that, but I'm glad you were kind enough to rehire me." Rody smiled, his words laced with gentle gratitude. Vincent's breath hitched.

"It's...no problem." he finally breathed out. "It's a little nice to be back! I had no idea I had gotten so used to this place despite only being here for one week." Rody continued on, his eyes averted, so he couldn't see the emotion welling up in Vincent's eyes, and the way his expression was changing rapidly.

"I'm...glad that you...came back." Vincent muttered under his breath so that Rody was unable to hear me. "I-...I wanted you back-"

"I wish Manon were here to see how much I made from my first week alone, though." Rody finished, pulling out the envelope that kept the money he had earned. He stared down at it with a sad smile.

He pocketed the envelope back up and looked up at Vincent. "Well, I'm going to head home. See you tomorrow, boss." Rody gave Vincent one last casual grin before strolling out of the bistro, his hands stuffed in his pocket, whistling a faint tune.

Vincent stared at the closed doors. Darkness draped over the bistro like an ominous blanket, the only sound that could be heard was the low hum of the freezer. His facial expression darkened, and his eyes slid downwards to his hands. His palms faced back at him. And he could almost see it. The pale skin of his hands stained with crimson red blotches of blood. Blood that had oozed from a stab wound.

Blood that belonged to Marieanne Vecher. Manon.

His hands shot up to his face, covering the panic that was slowly adorning his features. His breathing became erratic as memories from what he had done, what he had destroyed, flashed through his mind like some cruel picture show. Slowly, he forced himself to calm down, reminding himself as to why he had done what he did in the first place. It was all to infuse love into his cooking.

That's it, all he wanted was to understand the concept of cooking with love. All he wanted was to give the boy he liked something that he could enjoy. All he really wanted...was for Rody to enjoy his food.

Vincent uncovered his face and breathed out a tired sigh. He turned his head and stared at a specific spot. Where the freezer would be if he were standing inside the kitchen. "Manon can be a memory to him now. He doesn't have to know what happened." Vincent whispered to himself as he locked up the bistro. As he turned the key in the lock, he looked backwards again, his eyes narrowed.

"He doesn't have to know what I've done."

#writing #dead plate #rody x vincent #vincent charbonneau #rody lamoree #game #indie game #fanfiction #fanfic writer #racheldrawsthis #i miss them sm #rody is canonically bi and biphobic UGH. I AM ILL.

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plussizefantasia · 7 months

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i miss you

Flufftober Day 3: Morning Snuggles

Tony Stark x f! plus size reader

Word Count: 0.9k

AN: I'm a sucker for soft Tony. Please reblog if you liked the story and I'll see you all tomorrow for day 4! (it's one of my favorite prompts of the whole month)

divider credit: @royallaesthetics

Mornings like these were far and few between. Tony came to bed in the early morning hours most nights and you had to get up early for work. It wasn’t very often when you both had the time to just lay together and exist.

You craved these moments of small intimacy, where you were able to see a side of him that he kept hidden from the rest of the world. During his waking hours, his worry and age were evident on his face. You cherished every wrinkle and line, they showed how much he cared, about the world, about you.

Bathed in the soft sunlight of the morning though, his face was clear of any of those signs. He looked more at peace in this moment than you had seen him in the entirety of your time together. You are content to just watch him, to memorize his features all over again, and to fall in love with everything about him.

His arm flexes in his sleep and pulls your body closer to his. Your face easily falls into the space between his neck and shoulder. Taking a deep breath you inhale everything that is Tony, he has a naturally woody scent and you can tell that he used your favorite body wash before he got into bed last night. You easily sigh and feel as the tension leaves your body.

You aren’t used to being held, past insecurities keep you from wanting your partner to feel your body even if it's innocent. But Tony had spent the first few months of your relationship doting physical affection onto you whenever he could. He would come up behind you while you were on the phone with a client and wrap his arms around your shoulders, leaving a kiss on your head before letting go. During movie night he made sure you’d be leaning into his side, sometimes he would rest his head in your lap and let you play with his hair while the two of you only kind of watched whatever was on the screen.

The more affection he gave you, the more you began to crave it. Feeling loved in that way was addicting and you’d happily let Tony dote on you for the rest of your life if you could. Laying in his arms in the early morning has got to be one of your favorite things to do, and sometimes it makes you sad when you realize just how rare it is.

That is why you cherish moments like this one, where you have nowhere to be and nothing to do. Just laying in bed with the love of your life.

It's the rumbling of your stomach that wakes Tony up. The first thing he notices is how nice your hair smells. The second is how comfy he is with you in his arms and the third is the light that streams through the window. He wasn’t expecting to sleep this long, but he's glad he did. He loves these moments just as much as you do.

“Morning” he whispers against the top of your head.

“Good morning, Handsome you mumble right back into his shoulder.

He places one two three kisses against your temple and rolls over onto his back taking you with him. This new position has you resting your arms on his chest, laying your head on top of them, and gazing lovingly at the man beneath you.

The silence between the two of you is comfortable, it always is. Tony’s mind is loud and fast-paced and he loves being able to relax in the moment with you. No words are necessary to share the love you have, just glances between the two of you are enough to know what the other is thinking.

Tony brushes his thumb across the apple of your cheek and a gentle smile creeps up on his features. You’re sure you already have one on yours.

“I miss you,” he says. You almost don’t hear him, so wrapped up in your thoughts about how lovely he looks right now.

Your confusion is evident on your face. “Miss me? We sleep in the same bed, you see me all the time.”

“Yeah, I see you. But we don’t get moments like these. Where I can just be with you and not have to worry about the world or anything else. I miss being able to love on you whenever I want.”

“You can love on me whenever you want Tony, I’ll never say no to your love.” You tell him. The honesty and pure love oozes out of every word you say.

For a second Tony doesn’t know how to respond. He doesn’t think he’s ever been loved like you love him. He doesn’t ever want to live without it again.

“Good,” he says, and he pulls you closer once more. The two of you spend the rest of the morning in each other's arms. First in the bed and then when your stomach started making too much noise for Tony to be comfortable with, he took you to the penthouse kitchen and made you an omelet. One of the few things he's gotten really good at making by himself. When the two of you finished eating he pulled you to the big plush couch in the living room and laid his head on your chest.

Sweet nothings were whispered between the two of you for hours. And as morning turned to afternoon and then to night a promise was made. You both promised to do this every week, exist with each other, and soak in the love that you two shared. It was the easiest promise you’d ever made.

#plus size reader #fanfic #plus size!reader #fluff #x reader #marvel fanfiction #tony stark x plus size reader #tony stark x reader #tony stark #tony stark x you

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novankenn · 2 months

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OMG!!! (VI)

A/N : Yes... yes another one... will this be the last one? Don't look at me like that! This COULD be the last one! It could! Don't laugh... This can totally be the last one!

( Series Chapter List )

Nora and Pyrrha felt a little... deceptive. Neither could or would admit they had their "episode" due to seeing Joan in a very alluring maid costume. So they just ambushed her with a barrage of questions about what she had been up to.

"I... um... I have a job." Joan fidgeted, an obvious tell-tale sign she wasn't being... completely honest.

"A job?" Nora asked, burying any thought of needling Joan about what she was really doing. "What type of job?"

"Just a job."

"So that's what's taking up all your free time?" Pyrrha asked, fighting her own anti-lying response, of blurting out "I'm Sorry!"

"Yes. It takes a lot of time, and preparation but I like it, and it helps me cover my tuition and living costs." Joan pouted "Seeing as I don't have any scholarships or sponsors."

"Joan... you could have come to us. We would have helped." Nora offered.

"Nora's right, Joan. If you need help, we'll be glad to help."

"Thank you, but I can't rely on you guys for everything." Joan commented, "You guys already help me out so much... I just needed to do this for myself."

"We understand. Just make sure you're doing... a job... you actually like. Don't do something you're not comfortable doing just because you need money."

"Oh, I love this job." Joan beamed Nora and Pyrrha with a blinding smile. "It takes a lot of time, but it's so fun to do!"

Joan didn't see Pyrrha flinch, but Nora did. It was a direct hit to Pyrrha's feelings, and mental image of her crush. Nora knew this was a bad sign. A bad, bad sign, and she would need to step in for some damage control.

"I'm... I'm glad you found something you like doing so much." Pyrrha responded through clenched teeth.

"I'm so glad you approve!" Joan chirped as she hopped forward and pulled Pyrrha into her ample chest.

"So are you done work? If you are we should go get something to eat." Nora asked.

"I think..." Joan released Pyrrha and checked her scroll, "Shit!"

"J... Joan?" Nora stammered out, having never heard JNPR's fearless leader swear, once ever.

"Sorry, I have a stream... er... I mean a shift to do." Joan shoved her scroll back into her pocket. "Later or tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow would be lovely." Pyrrha chimed in.

"Tomorrow sounds good." Nora added.

Joan beamed her pair of friends another 1000 watt smile, before rushing off. Nora and Pyrrha looked at each other, before rushing back to JNPR's dorm. Bursting through the door, the pair rushed over to Pyrrha's blood stained bed, and grabbed her scroll.

"Ewwwwwww" Pyrrha cringed as she used only two fingers to lift her scroll from the mess it had been dropped in. "Ummmmm..."

"Use my scroll?" Nora asked.

"Please?"

Nora reached into her pocket and pulled out her clean scroll, and handed it to Pyrrha so she could log into GoldenAngel(Joan)'s stream.

"PYR!" Nora shrieked.

"I must resist." Nora grunted as she turned from Pyrrha's downed form to the video stream, "You don';t KNOW the power you hold Joan!"

"I'm back!" The chat exploded with comments and requests. "You missed me! Oh thank you! Kisses!"

Nora struggled, between watching, helping Pyrrha and succumbing to Joan's charms herself.

"I have BIG NEWS!" GoldenAngel(Joan) giggled out, "I'm setting up an ONLY-FANS!"

Once again in under twelve hours Pyrrha and Nora found themselves waking up in the infirmary, this time with an extremely distraught Joan and a slightly annoyed Ren waiting on them.

#rwby #jaune arc/joan arc #fem!jaune #pyrrha nikos #nora valkyrie #joan is an e-girl #one shot?#Youtube #ai generated illustrations

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thatsgay-writes · 1 year

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Happy Ending

Part 1

Part 2

Request: Happy ending

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"I am your king!" You hear Airk yell and you shake your head at his idiocrasy. You keep an eye on both battles happening at each side of the fountain when you notice a movement out of the corner of your eye. It's the nice looking version of the Crone, the captured Princess of Cashmere, and she was sneaking up on Elora who was too busy with the Crone. You knew that Kit was supposed to be Elora's defender but she was locked in a heated battle with Jade against her brother and no one else was in sight. So you take of running towards the other princess and tackle her to the ground. She manages to escape your hold and grabs a sword that was laying on the ground. "How are you here and there?" You ask you unsheathe your sword and take off your sling. "Magic." Is all she says before charging at you and you accept that answer because that seemed reasonable. Your swords clashed loudly as she swung hers in a downward motion with two hands. If you were at 100%, this would have been the easiest fight of your life because it seems that when the Crone split herself, she kept all the magic for her form directly fighting Elora. And the princess version of her was mediocre at best with a sword.

But each time you had to use both arms to hold the sword to block an attack, pain was shot throughout your body, black spots danced across your vision, and everything was just so sore. "I thought this would be a harder fight." Princess Crone taunts as you roll to the side to dodge another hit. "Well maybe if this was a fair fight, you wouldn't be so cocky." You say back as you let out deep breathes. Dodging was better than blocking but it was still so taxing on your body. "Then how about I make it fair." She responds as she smacks you across the head with the hilt of her sword. "Wha-" Is all you can say as the hit dazes you before letting out a strangled scream. "There, no arm, no pain." You fall back against a wall and hold what's left of your arm to your chest, blood coating your clothes. "You bitch!" You yell at her as tears stream down your face. "Don't worry, I know how to make the pain stop permanently." She says as she brings her sword over your chest and you accept your fate. But the blow never comes.

"Hi." Kit says happily as she holds Airk's face in her hands, glad she was able to save her brother. "You're okay." Willow says from behind her and Airk just nods before sending a questioning look to his sister. "Who is that?" Kit laughs as she lets a happy tear slide down her face, she turns to look at her group of friends. "That's Willow..." Kit surveys her group, Boorman having just arrived covered in goop, just meant you and Graydon weren't here. Graydon for obvious reasons but you...

Kit's face morphs from one of pure happiness to fear. "Where's y/n?" Kit feels like she can physically see Jade's heart stop. Everyone else looks around confused before they get worried as well. "Y/n!" Boorman starts to yell as he turns and starts to look for you, everyone else joins in.

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"Help... Help! Please.." You say as loud as you can as you feel tears fall down your face. What energy you had, had been used to remove your shirt and tie it around your missing ligament. It wasn't doing much as it had already started dripping blood onto the sand. "I'm right here! Please!" You could feel yourself getting weaker as you attempted to yell out for your friends. Coldness and fear had washed over you as you realized you could die here and they may never find you. You just wanted to go home, as childish as it sounds, you just want to close your eyes and pretend this trip never happened. That when you opened them, you would be back in Tir Asleen. Either in the stables or on the training ground with Kit and Jade. "Kit... Jade... Please..."

It had been the faintest of sounds against the loud shouting and clashing of armor that Jade was almost sure she was making it up. Jade wanted to ignore it and continue looking for you but something in the back of her mind was nagging at her to check it out. Jade rounded the corner of the hallway you were laying in, sword drawn, when she saw your slumped figure. "No." Her sword clattered loudly on the ground as it slipped from her grasp before she was racing towards you, the sound catching the attention of the rest of the group who were quick to follow. Jade felt nauseous as she ran up to you, the missing arm and blood become more and more apparent the closed she got.

"Y/n!" She yelled as she fell to her knees in front of you, hands on your shoulders in an instant trying to get you to wake up. It isn't till everyone else is there and Kit is on the other side of you in clear distress that you come too. "Ja- Jade?" You whisper out brokenly as you try and focus on what's in front of you. It was clear to the group that you were struggling, barely there. "Yeah, I'm right here, okay? We're gonna figure something out so I just need you to hold on." You tried to not your head, unsure if you actually did. "Kit?" You asked, eyes still struggling to remain focused. Jade has to pull Kit away from her begging to Willow to help you. "I'm here too," Kit tells you as she holds your face in her hands, wiping away your tears. "Willow do something please!" Kit begs as she turns to look back at the older man but he looks just as hopeless as the rest of them. "The wounds is too... mortal. Nothing I know can reverse or stopped what has happened."

Kit breaks down at his words and moves closer to you, not caring about the blood surrounding you, to lay her head on your chest to hear your heartbeat. "Please does anyone have any ideas." Jade pleads as she watches the two people she loves in complete agony. Everything is silent for a minute before Boorman exclaims loudly, "I have an idea, someone give my your sword!" He yells as he opens up the pouch on his waist. Everyone takes a second to look at him confused but he just keeps talking. "Now this isn't a permanent fix and could possibly lead to a plethora of infections but it'll stop the bleeding at least." He say as he works and in a few seconds is holding up a fresh, albeit small, torch. He reaches his hand out to the group and Airk passes him a sword that had been laying on the ground near them.

He begins to heat up the sword, "Had to do this a few times when I was running with the Bone Reavers, even once with your sister... Hell of a story, but you need to hold y/n down because this will hurt." He takes the torch away from the sword that is now slightly red where the torch was heating it up. Kit puts an arm out across your chest and arms to hold you down, while Jade holds down your legs. Boorman removes the wrap around your stump, which causes you to cry out in pain, before placing and removing the heated sword along the base of your arm to make sure he gets every part of it cauterized. The second the blade had touched your skin you were screaming out in pain and fighting against the hold Kit and Jade had on you. "Stop! Please stop!" Before finally passing out from the pain once Boorman was done.

It was quiet as the group finally took a second to take in all that has happened in the last hour. The loss of Graydon, defeating the Crone, getting Airk back, and now almost losing you. It had been a long day. "We should, we should make camp somewhere nearby. I think we can all agree it's been a long day." Willow says as he lets his shoulders sag and rest his weight on his staff. Everyone else silently agrees and Willows starts walking towards the river that connected to the waterfall they had come from. Jade gently pulls Kit away from your body so Boorman could carry you. When they stand they use each other as support, fear still present in there eyes and posture as they trudge along behind the group. Both girls were scared. What if they had found you too late? What if Boorman didn't cauterize the wound? What if... What if they had lost you?

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The group had made camp a little ways from the river and spread out a little. Willow sat with Elora as she grieved the loss of Graydon, Boorman sat near the river edge as he watched the sunset, Kit sat in-between you and Airk holding your hands while Jade sat on the other side of you and let her head rest on your shoulder. You finally woke up later into the night with a grunt of pain while everyone else except for Kit was asleep. She heard you make noise and sat up fast, almost waking Airk. "Y/n? Hey, your safe. Open your eyes for me." Kit said as she placed a hand on your cheek and watched your eyes flutter open. "Kit?" You ask, eyebrows furrowed in pain. "It hurts." Kit gives you a sad smile as she reaches over to wake up Jade. Jade wakes with a start, eyes instantly checking over you to make sure you were okay, a smile grows on her lips when she sees that you're awake. "They're still in pain and they feel a little hot. I thought a dip into the river would help." Kit explains to Jade who nods in agreement and she finally shakes herself fully awake.

The three of you attempt to silently make your way to the water but you kept groaning and moaning as the two girls helped you walk. Luckily, no one else woke up. "I'm going to need help with my pants... and where is my shirt?" You ask as the Kit and Jade help you sit on a rock next to the water. "Your shirt was covered in blood and needed to be cleaned." Jade responded as she bent down to help you undress. You nodded as you noticed how tense she and Kit were. You wanted to ask but waited until you were in the coolness of the river to do so.

"Are you guys okay?" You ask as the three of you sit together in the river, cool water flowing around you. "Are we okay?" Jade asks incredulous, "We found you on death's door and your asking if we're okay?" You could see Jade was getting mad but Kit rested a hand on her shoulder to try and calm her down. "I'm sorry." You say as you reach to grab Jade's hand only to realize you were moving the arm without one. You cringe, "I should have listened to you and stayed back." Jade just let's out a sad laugh, "We both know you never would have. Why do you think I barred the door." You let out a sigh and turned to Kit, who had been unusually quiet the entire time. "Kit, say something, please." Kit, who had been looking into the water the whole time finally, raised her head and you could see fresh tears rolling down her face. "We almost lost you. Today has just been so hard. We lost Graydon and then I got Airk back but seeing you slumped against the wall as Jade begged you to wake up... Broke me. How am I suppose to be Elora's protector when I can barely protect the people I love?"

"Don't say that. You can't rest that kind of weight on your shoulders. Everything bad that has happened today was because of the crone. Who you helped defeat, and because of that you protected not only our group but the rest of the world." Kit shook her head, "And for what? For the Wyrm to come at any time and start a war?" You place a hand on Kit's shoulder and Jade moves to wrap one of her arms around her. "Forget that all for a second okay? The Wyrm for now is something out of our control. So focus on what is and what was, focus on today and how we won. Yes, we suffered loss but in the end it was not in vain."

Kit shakes her head, "I just... I don't know if I can go through something like this again.." You use your hand to make Kit raise her head and look at you again. "I can't promise that nothing like this will happen again but what I can promise you is that no matter what, I will always be by your side." You glance to Jade, "We will always be in your corner, okay?" Kit goes to say somethings, probably to argue with what you said but you just pull her into a kiss instead. One that you had been waiting on for years. When you pull back, Kit's eyes are still wet but her face now holds a large smile. "You didn't give me time to respond earlier, but I love you guys too and I have for a long time." Jade takes your attention away from Kit by cupping your face and pulling you into a kiss of your own. "You have no idea happy that makes us." Jade says as she gives Kit a quick kiss on the lips too. "Just next time, lets not loosing an arm and almost dying be the reason to communicate our feelings." Kit lets out a laugh and pulls the three of you into a group hug, feeling like the weight of the world was just lifted from her shoulders. "No promises."

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