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eddie/wedding/tequila 🍻
Drunk Eddie is my favorite Eddie to write hehehe 💚
Warnings: alcohol consumption, Eddie is absolutely plastered, allusion to smut
WC: 989
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The band plays the final note of The Police’s “Every Little Thing She Does is Magic” and begins the opening chords of “Truly Madly Deeply.”
“Okay, let’s slow things down for all the lovebirds out there,” the lead singer croons into the mic. “Grab your sweetheart and bring ‘em onto the dance floor.”
You make your way over to your table and extend your hand. “May I have this dance?” you ask sweetly, frowning when the metalhead shakes his head. A lock of his curly brown hair comes loose from the bun at the nape of his neck. “Why not?”
“I’d love to,” Eddie slurs, taking another sip of his drink, “but ‘m married to the love of my life. I only wan’ dance with her.”
Stifling a giggle, you sit in the chair next to him and rub his back. “I know that. Because I’m your wife, Eddie.” You motion to the diamond on your ring finger and the silver band on his. “We’ve been married for two years.”
“No fuckin’ way!” he exclaims. “That’s awesome. ‘Cause you’re, like, s’fucking beautiful.” He gasps. “Holy shit, my wife is beautiful!”
The scent of tequila wafts from his breath, and you crinkle your nose. “Eds, how many shots did you and Robin do?”
Eddie whines and throws his head back. “Don’t make me do math at a party!” He rests his head on your shoulder and grabs your hand, placing it atop his scalp. “Can you give me scratches?”
You oblige, kissing just above his ear. “C’mon, puppy dog,” you tease. “Let’s get you back to the hotel room.” Starting to help him up, you spot Steve making his rounds, bow tie undone and face flushed from dancing. You send up a silent prayer that Eddie won’t attract his attention, but it must get intercepted.
“Harrington!” your husband calls out. Multiple guests turn to face you; it is a Harrington wedding, afterall. “Get over here, big boy!” He stumbles towards the groom and claps a ringed hand on his shoulder.
“Hey, buddy,” Steve says with a chuckle. “Y’havin’ a good time?”
“The best.” Eddie is fully leaning on his friend now, and you mouth Sorry in Steve’s direction. “Dude, my wife is so hot.”
You bury your head in your hands; your cheeks are burning with embarrassment. “Let’s go, Eddie,” you insist, grateful that Steve appears unfazed by the comment.
“Stevie, you ever been in love?” Eddie asks, suddenly serious. His eyes are glassy and half-lidded; it’s only a matter of time before he falls asleep.
Steve looks around at the hotel ballroom, eyebrows raised. “Uh, yeah. I just got married, like, three hours ago. You were a groomsman.”
“Shit, yeah!” Eddie sounds as though he’s receiving brand-new information. “Congrats, man. Anyway,” he presses on, ignoring you tugging on his sleeve, “I jus’ want you to know that I, Eddie Munson, am also in love. With this girl right here.” He flails his free arm around until he finds your waist and pulls you into him.
“Well, I’m, uh, happy to hear that,” Steve manages, and you shoot him another apologetic glance before dragging Eddie to the elevator and into the hotel room. You can’t turn the key fast enough.
Eddie flops onto the bed, still fully dressed in his tuxedo and shoes. You take a moment to appreciate the silence before he pipes up:
“We gotta beat Steve.”
Despite your better judgment, you respond with an incredulous, “what?”
“We gotta beat Steve,” Eddie repeats. “We got married, but now he’s married, too. So we’re not winning anymore.” He pouts for a millisecond before sitting up suddenly, steadying himself on the sheets. “We should have a baby!”
You burst out laughing. “Babe, I love you. But I am not bringing new life into this world just so you can win some imaginary competition against Steve.”
“Fine,” Eddie slumps down, defeated.
You figure that will be the end of the discussion, but you should know better at this point. You’re rifling through your suitcase for a pair of pajamas when you hear the mini fridge door open.
“What are you doing now?” you hiss.
“‘M wooing you so you’ll have my baby,” he hiccups, pulling out a small bottle of Patrón and unscrewing the cap. “I call this one the ‘wraparound.’” Eddie proceeds to drag the bottle around his head, spilling tequila everywhere. “Oopsie daisy!” He cackles like it’s the funniest thing in the world.
You pluck the half-empty bottle from his grasp and set it on the nightstand. “Eddie, get out of those clothes and Go. To. Bed.” you say through gritted teeth.
Eddie snorts. “If you wanna see me naked, you gotta take me out to dinner first.” But he obliges, sleeping as soon as his head hits the pillow.
Breathing a sigh of relief, you snuggle in next to him. He rarely drinks beyond an occasional post-work beer, so you’re glad he let loose tonight. You just wish you didn’t have to babysit him.
Eddie stirs, wrapping a tattooed arm around your waist. “My sexy lil’ wife,” he mumbles. “Prettiest girl ‘ve ever seen.” He nestles into the crook of your neck. “I love you, sweetheart.”
“I love you, too, Eds,” you tell him, brushing the stray hair from his face and kissing his forehead. “Get some rest, okay?”
“Mhm,” he hums. “Big day tomorrow. Gotta make a baby so we can beat Harrington.”
“Yeah, okay,” you reply tersely, rolling your eyes.
But the next morning, after a cup of black coffee and two Advil, Eddie’s ushering you back into bed.
“I was serious about that baby, sweetheart,” he muses. “And not because of a contest with Steve.”
You smile, bringing your lips to his soft, plush ones. “Really?”
“Really,” he affirms, climbing on top of you and peppering your face with kisses. “But if there was a contest, we would totally be the superior couple.”
“Oh, absolutely.”
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Let Me Be There, Let Me Be Yours
--genre + trope: fluff, hurt/comfort, slight nsfw, 18+ ONLY MDNI
--pairing: frat!peter parker x f!reader
--word count: 1.7k
--summary: while attending peter's frat party, he realizes he wants to be more than friends with benefits with you after seeing his frat brother harry osborn flirt with you. this leads to an emotional conversation about the future with peter.
--warnings: drinking, mentions of alcohol/alcoholic games, suggestive nsfw, kinda forced drinking, protective!peter, drunk!reader, confession, peter takes care of reader while she's drunk, peter's down bad.
--gif credits: @talkaboutyourday
You can hear the bass bumping through the walls of the fraternity as you make your way up the steps of the porch. The first Delta Chi party of the school year brought in a lot of people this time. You hesitate before opening the door. Why you’re so nervous puzzles you, yet those thoughts are quickly interrupted by the smell of cheap beer and smoke flooding your senses. You look around trying to find any familiar faces.
“(L/N)!” Harry’s voice recognizable over the loud music echoing through the familiar frat. You turn around to find the familiar brunet with a red solo cup in his hand.
“Harry Osborn,” You taunt back, “Where’s Parker?”
“I don’t keep tabs on Parker? Who do you think I am, his best friend?” He waves his hand around in the air in a dramatic way.
“Actually yeah,” You laugh, reaching out for his cup to take a sip, “What’s this?” You take a sip before he can answer you. The familiar burn of the vodka runs down your throat. “Jesus,” You mutter to yourself.
“Let’s get you an actual drink, then we’ll go find your little boyfriend, Parker,” Harry throws an arm loosely around your shoulder leading you through the house.
“Since when was he my boyfriend?” You ask, looking up at Harry. He looks down at you with his typical shit-eating smirk and a quirk to his brow.
“My mistake then, just thought after you guys fucked the last few times he would’ve made it official or something,” he joked.
“Well-” You laughed, “We’re just fucking.”
You don’t remember getting to this point of being trashed, but you’re definitely there. One shot turned into two, then Harry offered to take another with you, and another. None of it matters as you finally see Peter grabbing a beer from the fridge. It takes a few ‘Excuse Me's' to eventually reach him, plotting a funny way to sneak up on him in the process, before you poke him on the side of his waist.
“Jesus fuck,” He turns quickly to look at the culprit, you. You honestly wonder how he didn’t get whiplash from turning that fast, “Are you serious?”
“Yes, are you serious?” You ask with a laugh. Your cheeks are warm, as you grin up at him. You think you’re the funniest person in the world right now, and Peter is looking at you with confusion, and a bit of amusement written across his face. He’s speechless at your state right now.
You feel an arm wrap around your shoulder, “Looks like you found him,” Harry teased.
“Yeah, you sure were a lot of help Osborn.”
Peter’s eyes dance between you and his best friend's arm that’s thrown casually across your shoulder. He doesn’t know what’s going on between you two, but he has a weird feeling in his stomach about it. It’s teetering on the line between anger and jealousy, but he doesn’t know why.
Harry sticks his tongue out playfully at you, all you can do is roll your eyes in response. Even though you knew you were pretty plastered right now, you also knew that Harry was not the one you wanted attention from. Being around Peter was easy, and most importantly, simple. What you have with him is strictly a situationship, friends with benefits, maybe. You’re still open to do as you please just as much as he is.
“How many drinks have you guys had,” Peter asks bluntly.
“A few,” The brunet answers for you both. You crane your neck up with a puzzled look, he meets your gaze, “What?”
“A few drinks? Harry, how many shots in are we,” You start counting with your fingers jokingly, you hold up at least 6 fingers, “This is just a few?”
This makes Peter look between the two of you again, “Hey, maybe we should go get water (Y/N)?” Still looking at Harry’s arm slinged around your frame.
“Nah, she’s fine,” Harry once again said for you, “Right, (Y/N)?”
You respond with a firm, yet dizzy nod, “Yeah, I’m fine.”
Harry guides you away from Peter, the beer now warm in his hand as he’s been clenching it in his fist the entire time Harry interrupted your brief conversation. He watches as his frat brother leads you to a beer pong table, asking around if anyone wants to play with the two of you. As the game starts, Peter’s already in the background of the crowd watching how you sway as you aim for a cup. As the game goes on, you and Harry gain a lead and ultimately win the game, leaving you to play another round with two new people. Peter has gotten closer to you as viewers disperse to find another form of entertainment.
The second round started, and Peter can tell that you’re not doing well. There’s a more prominent bend in your knees, almost like you’re about to fold at any minute if you’re not too careful. The other team’s ball flew into a cup right in front of you, Harry insisting on you taking one for the team and chugging it. Maybe it’s because Peter has been watching you all night, but he notices a slight gag as you’re about half way through the drink.
This is what sets Peter off to approach you, “Maybe it’s time for you to actually get some water, yeah?” Reaching for your elbow to guide you away from the crowd, dragging you into the less populated kitchen.
“Parker, how many times…how many times do I have to tell you that I am fine,” you sluggishly reply, trying to pull away but ultimately failing.
“Peter, at this point you’re just killing the vibe,” Harry’s voice chimes in as he makes his way into the room, “Just go find someone else to bother, you’re interrupting us.” A smirk is on his face at that last bit, knowing he’s struck a nerve in Peter.
“Honestly Osborn, shut the fuck up,” Peter snaps. This pulls you out of your drunken haze, your eyes now locking onto the guys in front of you.
Harry just laughs, “Whoa, calm down Pete,” he raises his hands in defense.
“No Harry seriously, just get the fuck out of here,” Peter turns his back to his best friend and grabs your wrist, “Let’s go.”
“You’re not my boyfriend Parker,” You snap, ripping your arm from his grasp.
“Well you’re not letting me be your fucking boyfriend,” He quips.
“We’re just fucking, you made that clear since the beginning.”
Peter runs a hand through his hair, “I made that clear? You’re the one that-fuck,” He rubs a hand across his jaw in frustration, “Let’s go.” He grabs your wrist once again dragging you from the kitchen, he doesn’t falter when his shoulder rams into Harrys. He pulls you across the house and up the stairs to his room, despite your complaints.
“What the fuck-”
“I’m the one that made it clear?” He questions, now clearly frustrated, “You’re the one eye-fucking every guy in the room, (L/N).”
“Because I fucking can, like I said you’re not my fucking boyfriend! You don’t have that jurisdiction Peter!” You raise your voice.
“Because you won’t let me,” He spits out calmly. The tension in the room doubles, his new tone making the room feel small.
“Because I don’t fucking know how!” Your chest heaving with rage. Your eyes melting into his hazel set, “I don’t know how,” you repeat quieter. At this point your drunken haze has completely left you with a sick hollow feeling in the pit of your stomach. Peter just stares at you, unable to form words. The seconds tick by painfully slow, you become nervous as they pass. “Can you just say something Parker-actually fuck this,” you cut yourself off, turning to grab the door handel.
“I-I’m sorry,” He stutters, “I just don’t know what to say.”
“Figures,” You laugh sarcastically.
“Look (Y/N), we could make this work if you just let me in,” Peter says.
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m scared, Pete,” You glance at the floor with a sigh “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I can take it.”
You laugh,“I just can’t.”
He walks over to you, “Please,” he whispers, “I want to be with you.”
You turn to finally look at him, tears clinging to your lashes, you give him a sad smile as your eyes melt into his.
“Please,” He asks again, “Just let me try, just give us a try.”
“I don’t want to hurt you Pete, I can’t do that to you.”
“It’s fine,” A grin etching its way onto his face, “I’ll wait as long as you need me to.” He brings his hand up, cradling your cheek in his palm, wiping away the stray tear, “Just let me be there, let me be yours.”
You bring your hand to lay on top of his to keep the contact for just a bit longer, “Yeah,” you sniffle before you nod with a grin, “Fine, but if it becomes too much, you have to let it go.”
“You’ll never be too much for me.”
“Should we head downstairs?” You suggest, wiping the rest of ur tears.
Peter opens the door letting you walk out first, “Yeah, I think I need to talk to Harry real quick before I walk you home.”
As if right on cue Harry appears at the bottom of the stairs, “Yo, Parker! What I did was out of line, my bad dude. It won’t happen again.”
“Nah, it’s alright,” He says out loud before pulling him in for a quick side hug, “Don’t mess with her again like that, alright? Everyone else is fair game, not her though.”
A quick nod is shared between the brothers before you head out, walking back to your apartment, since it’s only a few minutes away. You and Peter aren’t simple, and you aren’t a situationship. You are navigating your way through each other’s lives, together.
--author's note: HEY!!! you guys love peter so much, and i love him so much that i had to go write about him again. really in my frat!peter era, so here's my take on this beautiful AU. shoutout to @webslingingslasher for being an absolute god in all things frat!peter, im obsessed. don't forget to like, comment, and reblog to support your writers!! ok ily, bye<3.
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TWs/Tags: yandere, violence, spoilers for Sumeru + angst
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He’s got you right where he wants you- your throat within his grip. He’s cackling maniacally with a freakish grin plastered on his face, but there’s also tears pouring out of his eyes. He looks like a beautiful, broken porcelain doll.
Under the cover of darkness, he chased you, grabbed you, and trapped you in the cage of his arms.
The way the moonlight illuminates your beautiful face drives him to insanity.
“I know you’ve forgotten me, you- you don’t know who I am at all… But…” He grits his teeth and sneers. “Tell me, what’s my name!? Say it!” He strangles you in a fit of sheer desperation, but you can’t choke out a single word. Even if you were capable of speaking, you wouldn’t know what to say. What are you supposed to say?
This stranger is scaring you.
His grip loosens when he sees your face changing colors. As you gasp for air, you scream. “Let go of me, freak!” You kick and squirm as harshly as you can. If you don’t escape him now, there’s no telling what he’ll do to you. When you shriek those words, they tear away at him, shredding into him like razor blades. If he had a heart, it would be bleeding.
He doesn’t move for a second. He just stares with shaking eyes.
Scaramouche did this to himself, he knows that very well… So why?
Why does this hurt so fucking bad?
Before he erased his past from this world, the two of you were attached at the hip. It was utterly strange. Scaramouche hated humans to his core, but he had made an exception for you. You were just so different. You loved him deeply- you had once accepted him. He would bark insults at you, but you always bite back. And he loved that about you. It was always a playful game to see who would win, even though it always ended with Scaramouche coming out on top due to his unbearable stubbornness. After all, you’re just a human, and he’s so much more.
Yet he despised how much he missed you.
And he loathed how much he craves your love.
He misses the way you would run your fingers through his dark purple hair. He misses the way you would kiss his nose and steal his hat to wear it, even though it always annoyed him. What he once thought were inconveniences turned out to be his favorite parts of life. He hated you, but he loved you too, and he could never understand it. He also would never say any of it out loud.
In the past, he never told you that he loved you, but somehow it was like you knew anyway. He constantly called you stupid, but he was always lying through his teeth.
But now… Now you stare at him with terrified eyes as you scratch and kick at him. It’s so painful, it hurts so bad, and because of that he continues to sob. He’s never cried like this before… He feels fucking pathetic. He shouldn’t be feeling this way. How is it even possible for him to feel this way? How did he let himself get so attached? He just wants it to stop.
He wants it all to go away.
He just wants you to– no, needs you to remember him, even though he knows it's impossible.
The fact that he did this to himself without thinking twice is what makes everything much more frustrating.
Does he regret erasing himself from irminsul? No, he doesn’t. But… Still…
His mind goes numb as his hands tighten around your throat a little more. At this point, you’re shaking like a leaf, worried that you won’t make it out alive. “I’m not a freak, you lowly human.” He seethes and instinctively hurls back an insult. Scaramouche hardly cares about what others think of him, but hearing you call him such a thing with genuine malice bothers him.
Meanwhile, all you can do is think about how to escape. You’ve never met this man before a day in your life… Why is he doing this? You wonder if he’s mistaking you for someone else. Perhaps he’s going through a psychotic episode. You try to reason out the situation, but there’s really no point. Your heart is beating so fast that it might just burst.
“S…Sc… Sca… Scar…” You murmur out fragments of a word, and Scaramouche’s eyes widen. Scar? Are you going to say ‘Scaramouche’? Without thinking, he lets go of you and lifts himself up a little, giving you ample opportunity to escape his clutches. You shoot your leg up and knee him as hard as you can before crawling away. “Scared…” You finish your word.
“I’m scared… Please, just leave me alone!”
Tears start streaming down your face, and that makes two of you. Scaramouche is too stunned to move as he watches you run the other way. When he realizes that you’re no longer in his grasp, he freaks out. “Get back here!”
It can’t end like this…
No, it absolutely can’t.
He won’t let it.
He’ll hunt you down to the edges of this earth. He’ll grab you, cage you, embrace you until the warmth of his presence is the only reason why you live and breathe. Scaramouche jumps to his feet and begins to chase you.
Your feet burn as you race across the grassy forest of Sumeru, desperate to escape with your life. You jump over roots, dodge stray rocks, and dash through little streams of water. Your breathing grows so heavy that your lungs burn, and your head begins to spin. You run for what feels like hours, and unwillingly, you collapse onto your knees.
You clutch at your chest and cough. Everything burns so badly…
Everything hurts… Why does everything hurt?
But at least you’re free now.
Or so you thought.
“Did you really think you could run away from me?”
A violent voice rang out from the darkness. Before you could even react, you were pinned down to the ground again. It was futile- so utterly futile to think you can escape him. You’re so dizzy that you can’t make out the words that he’s saying. He’s yelling something- you can tell from the way his mouth is moving. All you can make out is the word ‘remember.’
But you stop looking at him- opting to look at the stars instead. They’re so beautiful… So far away.
Scaramouche notices the way you’re dissociating and backhands you. He brings you back down to earth. “Are you ignoring me?” His anger boils into pure rage. The past you would never ignore him… The past you would never dare to run away from him.
Scaramouche shakes your shoulders as he yells more obscenities at you.
He’s shaking you so harshly that your head hits the ground multiple times.
He shakes you so hard that your skull collides with a stone beneath your head.
When he sees blood, his eyes widen.
“W-wait,” his breath hitches. “I didn’t mean to do that.” His voice comes out barely above a whisper as he watches you black out from beneath him.
“(Y/n)?” He calls out.
“(Y/n), wake up.”
He shakes you just a little more, careful to not hurt you this time.
“I order you to wake up!” He uses one hand to grab your face tightly, trying to get you to react, but you don’t.
Scaramouche panics before placing his ear against your chest, searching for a pulse. When he hears the soft beating, he can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. All he does then is hold you close to him, refusing to let go. You’re just as warm as ever… So, so soft. He’s trembling like a leaf.
He can’t help but think that this is so unlike him.
When you’re around, it’s like he becomes an entirely different person.
He closes his eyes and buries his face in your neck while breathing in your scent. Even though he erased himself from this world, you remain mostly unchanged.
All he wants is you.
Scaramouche doesn’t care that you hate him right now. Yes, it stings, but he’ll get you to love him again… You don’t have a choice. He’ll spend day and night getting you to fall for him. It’ll be just like before. You’ll smile at him, whisper sweet nothings into his ear again, and tease him until he gets red in the face. Just like usual.
God, he fucking hates how you make him feel.
But he needs it so badly.
As he rises to his feet, he holds you gently in his arms, taking special care of your head. Your blood drips onto his arms, but it doesn’t bother him. He’ll get you patched up and healed in no time. Then he’ll keep you by his side… Forever… Just like before.
You’re not allowed to forget about him.
You’re not allowed to live a life without him.
You belong to him…
And he belongs to you.
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Call me
Gavril from the Bubo Series Fanfic
Riddled with thoughts you've kept suppressed come spilling out in the middle of the night.
Gender neutral.
The Bubo Series is by partuulla, go support them! 💝✨ Also. I fear that Gav might be OOC and for that, I am so sorry.
That night, you maybe would have died if you slept like a log throughout a break-in even after a tiring day. Painless death, with no trace of your body, perhaps not even a sign of struggle. Police investigation may come to conclusions that you might have ran away but then again, that would be a questionable disappearance as you really showed no signs of of such. Your belongings intact (except for maybe the foods in your fridge), through texts you never really showed any hints. Neighbors and co-workers wouldn't even know where you went, nor would your loved ones.
You'd be plastered in thumbnails of exploitative True Crime shows. If you hadn't crept down the stairs and swung your bat at the first thing you saw, then yes, you would have died too. There was just about plenty ways for you to die that night and thankfully you had taken the right steps to keep your life. Gavril could kill you but for some reason, he didn't.
Reason in which you can only assume to attaching himself to the first person who shows the barely barest minimum of human kindness. You have no recollection by which you had expressed hints of being interested with him, you were just trying to survive and live another day.
"You really are lonely"
Back then, you mentally scoffed at the statement. 'Projection much?' you thought. You don't even know where he pulled that from, aside from the man himself... Only to have that confirmation upon conversing with him further.
Suddenly, you were in a relationship that would put your middle school relationship to shame. Neck-break pace of getting in a relationship, that's a new record, Disney Princesses could never. It felt like being a hostage for fuck's sake, what would have happened if you rejected him? Knowing nothing about him but his first name (not even his full name), favourite food, some of his hobbies that isn't larceny, has a friend rat, and he travels a lot. Well, you came to know more about him when you reached out to him via texts, which he was quick and particularly eager to reply.
There was this lingering thought of calling the police on him after he had given his number to you. Give his contact detail to the authorities and let them have him. But you didn't. You had the choice not to talk to him, but you did and in fact, they were highlights of your days. The Pavlovian effect it had instilled within you was just pathetically laughable in your eyes, how you'd perk up at the notification coming from your phone. Not to be a stupid romantic cliché nut, but he brings a warm tug on your cheeks when you can't help but smile with every texts. Cringe, but true. You were starting to wonder whether he saw through you when he said you were lonely or it was sheer projection and you were just being a crazy defensive bitch.
But in all this, there's this nagging voice at the back of your head. What the fuck is this relationship?What does 'not roomates' even mean? He calls you darling, but what if that is just him being friendly and referring to friends with terms of endearment? Like you've thought before, you have barely expressed something remotely close to romantic that night but at the same time, he seems to be the type to get attached so fast with the show of the minute show of the bare minimum of being a decent fucking person. What if it is just friendship he wants? You want nothing more but the clarity of the boundaries of your relationship in fear of overstepping or making him uncomfortable. It is why you have been holding back no matter how playful he is with flirtations.
You've had previous relationship experiences that had made you this... Wary. Out of defense, you always kept that annoying nagging paranoia on your mental bedside table to protect yourself or the other person from the inevitable heartbreak. This is unabashedly so middle school relationship-coded, you have no idea why you continue to indulge this at this age, were you really trying to achieve a new low? You have nothing against Gavril... Okay, maybe you do, the man did try to eat you, it is justified, but water under the bridge (sort of), but other than that, he is just a bit of a recluse and withdrawn from certain topics.
Whenever you'd ask for clarifications of what your relationship is, he would often swerve the topic away. It was painfully obvious how he doesn't want to address it. In one month you knew him, maybe he does not know either or maybe there is nothing at all in this relationship but he is afraid to answer. You learned not to further upset him by allowing him to change the subject and it has always been that way. You are well-aware that it's a red flag, his refusal to communicate but did that sway you away from him? Barely.
We need to talk.
I need you to be serious.
You are well-aware how much these words can be anxiety-inducing and would immediately hold his attention with no cutesy emojis indicated. At first you didn't exactly know why you wanted to know until you texted him. It wasn't to confirm any of your paranoia and hurt yourself in the process, you genuinely want to fix it... Keep him longer. At least there's some growth, the old Y/N would have done this with the intent being the former. Old Y/N would set up the trap, and if they didn't like what they heard, they're pushing the person away before they could feel hurt.
Yes?
Eager as ever, he was always quick to reply.
What are we exactly?
To him, it was unprompted for the day, to be fair, it had always been a question which lingered every time you talked with him. You just wanted an answer, why can't he answer it? It's not like you were asking for too much, you just wanted to know. How serious does he want this to be?
Not roommates 😅
It took him longer to reply, considering his icon had been bouncing for a few moment that you'd assume he already has at least a paragraph ready. This would have made you smile, but today was different.
I'm serious Gavril.
For a moment you were struck with guilt. Were you selfish to put him in such an uncomfortable position right now? Maybe there is a reason he does not want to answer— no... Communication is key, and you need to know at least an inkling of how he feels to know how to proceed.
Here's another one, why do you always avoid this question? I just want to know so we know how to talk about this.
I honestly don't know
Can I call?
Go ahead
Almost immediately his contact appeared on your notification tab, ringing incessantly. Upon answering, you can hear all sorts of background noises on his end, most of them being the motors of vehicles.
"I hope it's not an inconvenience that I called, but I don't think I can text what's on my mind." His voice was clear despite the city noises you can hear from his end.
"All good."
For a moment he stumbles, pausing momentarily in search for words and gather his thoughts. "I don't know what are we honestly. I always thought that we're... Ya know... A thing," again with the vagueness, but you let him continue. "But then you started asking 'what are we', I also started to question that and I can't really return the question around since you're also confused... I... I just don't know how to, y'know, start a conversation about it. I always thought that if we don't talk about it, it would be fine." Uncertainty was in his voice as he rambled, sighing by the end of it. "Why are you asking?"
"I didn't want to assume what our relationship is. I want to avoid overstepping some boundaries. Been there, done that." A bitter laugh originates from your throat, memories of past relationships flooding in your mind. "I just don't want to make you uncomfortable... I... I'm sorry, I overthink a lot of things that sometimes I just make problems in my head and--"
"No, you didn't make it up. I think this has been keeping you up a lot and you just wanted to talk about it properly. I'm sorry for not clarifying sooner," His tone was light and pleasant, there he was again being the warm tug on your cheeks. The anxiety in your chest subsides with his words and honestly, you have no idea how much you can hold on to it before abandoning him all together. "Well then, what do you want us to be?"
There was that question again, this time it came from him. He already thought you guys are a thing, whatever that means, but perhaps now it bears a certain connotation that have just been confirmed and you can't help but to smile.
"I like what we have..." Except now you're now aware of it. Perhaps in time you'd be more comfortable expressing yourself as well. "I guess we are a thing"
"A bit vague but I guess we don't really have a word for it yet," He chuckled on the other side of the line. To be frank, he isn't quite comfortable labelling it as a 'couple' yet. Emphasis on yet. "I'm glad you brought this up."
"You are?" You sheepishly ask, fumbling with your sleeve. "I was always told that I'm just paranoid. Er, everyone says that I am. That everything that I overthink only becomes a problem when I bring them up... So sometimes I just try to shut up because I don't want any trouble and then every problem I 'created' in my mind just plays out and comes apart at the seams and ruins everything."
"Sounds like they're the problem. You're just pointing it out and they're not listening. Let me guess, they blamed you to some degree?"
"Bullseye. No wonder I thought being alone was better," You bitterly chuckled, before sighing. "This is... Stupidly depressing. I'm sorry."
"Don't be. And it's depressingly relatable. But at least we have each other."
That's reassuring, you'll take it. A yawn creeps from your mouth as you responded, "Right."
"Go to bed. It's late already."
"Only if you do the same." Knowing him, he'd skip sleep yet again.
"Fine." He relents with a defeated sigh. "Next time, just address the problems okay? I promise you're not paranoid."
The old you would be in deep doubt. The current you is just relieved at the reassurances sent your way. Heart strings were strummed and you smiled through the haze of sleepiness.
"Promise."
"Alright. Good night, darling."
Half-lidded eyes flew for a moment when you hear the term of endearment, the word rolling off his tongue, pass his lips suddenly envelopes you with warmth in the late, cold night.
"Goodnight, Gavril."
#the bubo series fanfic#gavril game#x reader#partuulla#gavril x reader#this has been sitting in my drafts for some time after i watched manlybadasshero played gavril#then i found the quaint fandom here in tumblr and i#i just had to write something for the rat man#bubo series
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80th Batch Of Fics: 15th Fill
Alastor/Vox – Part 2/2 – shibari; degradation/humiliation – Alastor plays Vox like a fiddle. :)
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“I’m going to- I’m going to KilL yoU! I’m going to riP you apppPppaAAart when I get my claws on your s-scrawny nNnneckkk, and I’ll rip those vocal chords right out of your ch-ch-ch-ch-”
Alastor elegantly drums his fingers against his chest. “My, my… but we ARE vitriolic today, hmn? I can’t help but notice that it does not stop your… member… from its unsightly excitement, though.
As so many things with you, Vox, there is no real conviction behind your words. You will say anything to please the masses but not stand behind what you are preaching. A pitiful creature. I have to admit I am ashamed that I let myself get blinded by you for so long…”
Vox’ tirade fizzles out. He hates that a part of him is actually hurt by Alastor’s declaration… and the way he said it. Like all of this doesn’t concern him anymore. Like he is no longer even interested in Vox. Like he isn’t worth more than the dirt beneath his shoe…
And fuck, why is his cock flexing now? He can feel a fat dollop of pre-cum starting to gather at the tip, tremble, then slowly stretch itself down to the ground.
Alastor clicks his tongue. His brow is furrowed. He looks honestly… puzzled, or maybe angry or some shit. Vox can’t quite make it out, it’s so fucking difficult to know what the Radio fucking Demon is thinking when he always has that fuck awful grin plastered on-
Alastor does the most curious thing then. He gets up and steps closer to Vox. Close enough that they are almost touching.
His heavy lidded eyes are on Vox’ face, watching his reaction as he… as he…
He touches Vox’ cock. The sharp tip of one elegant finger lightly nudging just beneath Vox’ glans, pushing his erection around just a little. Just enough to let him feel it.
Vox can’t help the pathetic fizzle of static briefly rolling across his screen or the little frizzled electricity sound stuttering out of his throat. He can’t help it. He can’t fucking help it.
Alastor is touching his cock. The fucking Radio Demon is touching his fucking cock and he looks like he debates whether or not to cut his hand off after this. Vox’ body convulses briefly, the lust curling through him downright painful.
Alastor nudges his cock again… and again… with the air of a child poking at some roadkill with a stick. Vox’s breathing is labored. He can’t help how his hips try to curl downward, trying to chase the touch. He can’t help how pathetically turned on he is by Alastor’s attention.
The orgasm he’s had after Alastor had come back and shamed him in front of the whole Pride ring had been the best he’s had in years. He’d rubbed it out hard and fast and had not allowed himself to dwell on it too much… but now Alastor is here and he is touching him and looking at his body’s pathetic reaction as he is strung up by his own wires and kept immobile.
“Let’s see… this might make for good radio. A little shallow diversion to the regularly scheduled screams and pleas. I think you would rather enjoy it, though. Having everybody bear witness to your utter depravity… And I can’t have that, can I? Hmmm what a conundrum.”
Alastor is moving around him; slow, measured steps as he looks at Vox from every angle. Looks at his body trembling with lust. He must be able to see how close he is to shooting his load. He simply must be aware-
“There is also a certain draw to keeping this private, however. I have to admit that I am a little curious…” Alastor trails off.
Vox has no idea what he is talking about. He can’t even see him, though he is trying; but there are limitations to what he can do and the edge of his screen keeps getting stuck against his shoulder.
And then there it is: a touch between his cheeks, a brief pressure against the tight clench of his hole and the ruthless thrust past the trembling muscle into his body, spearing him on but a single finger. The leather of the glove catches painfully at his rim though at this point it just feeds into the feedback loop that is crawling up and down Vox’ body.
He can feel his face glitching, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth and then as a viscous, electrically charged liquid from the edge of his TV’s frame.
Alastor has… Alastor is…
“What th-the- ThE FFf-fFFuuUucckkk?!”
“Interesting.”
“WHAT?! TAKE YOUR FF-F-F-FUUCKKKKKING FFFF-FFFIING- I’M GONNA GONNA GONNA GONNA-”
He is cut off by more fingers thrust into him. His mouth, that is. Alastor has complete control over his body with the way it is trussed up. Vox can taste the leather of his glove and the metallic tang of old blood as the fingers press down on his tongue, rendering him mute for the time being.
It would be so easy to just bite down, but… but…
“I advise you to simply be still now. Your stuttering and posturing is quite embarrassing, you know. You pathetic little worm. How easily you are made a slave to your nasty little desires.”
He moves his finger. It’s just a single one, but it is the immediate center of Vox’ obsession as it thrusts deeper into his body and lightly wiggles around. It is as if Alastor is searching for something, though he wouldn’t be able to feel anything through his gloves. Vox thinks. He’s not too sure. He can’t really process what is happening.
His face keeps trying to glitch but can’t really with the fingers rubbing idly against his tongue.
Apparently dissatisfied with what information he is gaining, Alastor forces another finger into Vox and spreading his hole apart on his knuckles.
Vox can feel his cock flexing, dripping more to the ground where it glows in the darkness. Shadow and light are playing off their immediate surroundings as his face keeps twitching.
“I find myself getting surprised despite myself about the utter depravity of some folks,” Alastor suddenly says. It sounds like he is just talking aloud to get his thoughts out there. His utter… disinterest in Vox’ desperation is only adding fuel to the fire burning in his chest. “How gauche you sound. How lewd. I might have been mistaken after all. This makes for very cheap audio indeed. I don’t think I could live with myself knowing I bring my listeners such sub-par radio entertainment.”
The fingers thrust deeper, twisting cruelly and, by some form of miracle or Alastor’s design, press hard and unrelenting against Vox’ prostate.
He is done for. He can’t stop the Bluescreen, no matter how much he is struggling to keep himself together.
The last he hears before his senses shut down in a big show of sizzling sparks is Alastor’s disappointed voice reprimanding him: “I will have to rethink a collaboration. I have standards after all – and you with your little toys are far beneath them.”
When he comes to again, Vox is lying on the ground, his cables an absolute mess and his body aching considerably. His memory only gives him bits and pieces of what has happened, so he painfully drags himself over to his console and slams his fist against a button.
He watches on the screen as he hangs limp from his cables and Alastor’s vines, the little space filled with the cool blue light of his Bluescreen.
He watches as Alastor pulls his fingers out of his body and wipes them clean against his hip with a pinched expression of disgust.
Before he just waltzes out of the room, he twists his head and peers directly up at the single emergency camera that had been recording, his mouth forming the words: See you.
Vox growls, head knocking hard into the edge of his desk, fist slamming repeatedly into whatever he can reach.
Lost. Again!
FUCK!
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every god needs an imp chap. 4
notes: tell me if you guys like the perspective switch also should I do homelanders pov?
summary: eccentrica tries her best not to start crying on stage
♥Eccentrica♥
The lights sting my eyes like nothing else. Maybe I could blame it on the fact that I barely go outside but looking into the sun was still better than the stage lights they put me under every night. The audience always thinks that when glittery tears fall at the end of the show it's because I'm just so happy that they were clapping for me, their own personal court jester! Whatever gets their dumbasses happy, I can't even see their faces past the glare of the heat lamps that have framed every part of my life I’ve spent on stage, which I came to realize was most of it. Twenty-nine years spent alone on a stage faking a life to an audience I can't even see.
Homelander was a prick, I always thought so and I was right as I usually am I knew that if A-train was in the seven the rest of them must have been astronomically mind fucked even for supe standards. But homelander, god he was even worse than I imagined. After the whole lasering a guy in public thing happened it clicked, at first I thought “Oh if some guy threw a bottle at my kid I would teleport them into space” but his replies after weren’t scripted, they sounded real, and if Vought isn’t telling him what to say that means no one is stopping him from doing other things. Just how bad was he?
“Eccentrica?” I snap back to reality, yes flicking from the slowly filling theater where I hadn’t realized I had been staring at some old fart in a Hawaiian shirt to the stagehand, Max.
“What?” I pinch my nose bridge and close my eyes as I wait for a response.
“Your suits unzipped.” Max tripped over his words as perusal.
“Thank you, Max.” sighing heavily I reached behind myself far too aggressively pulling up the zipper that held my mic in place. “I swear to god the entire point of this armor was so I could just teleport into it!” Max backed up hearing how pissy I was getting, it's not my fault that I can't teleport zippers closed! “Twenty-five fucking years of mastering the art of teleportation and I'm stuck as a fucking magician.” my jaw clenched I look up at the lights before back at Max. I can hear his heart beating, trying to beat fast clogged by years of mountain dew and hot pockets. “That's like being an olympian, winning silver then getting stuck as a tv host. No one! No one with teleportation abilities can do what I do max I was a prodigy. Kick one vought shareholder in the nuts and suddenly in the fucking James Corden of the supe world.” I shake my head, max nods greasy black hair sticking to his sweaty face.
“Speaking of hosting. It's seven.” I run a hand through my hair and plaster on a smile as Max scurries off stage the lights dimming giving temporary refuge from the endless ache in my skull of every little sound and movement in the theater. Stepping forward onto the outcrop of the stage smiling and waving as I catch sight of that fucking bleach blonde hair for once not wearing an American flag as a cape but instead on a shirt his hand on the shoulder of a very stressed-looking thirteen-year-old.
“Hello there folks! Welcome to the show, I'm eccentrica Magica your host and entertainment for the evening!” I smile and teleport a wand into my hand as the audience claps. “Let's get right into the show, could… could I volunteer from the audience?” no no no, shit I was already stumbling. The lights are too bright some kid keeps screaming, why are my boots so tight, wait why was there no entrance music dammit why won't that kid shut up!
“How about the handsome little man in the middle row?” keep smiling, hopefully, homelanders kid is more well socialized than his father. I point at him, my hand shaking as I watch Brian- wait no it was something with a T, or maybe it was Ian? Whatever he’s coming onto stage good.
“Say what's your name, Sonny?” I bend forward to get face to face with him, he looks scared of all the eyes on him. For his sake, I hope he never has to get used to it.
“Ryan,” he replies quietly but that's fine, I clap a hand on his shoulder and stand up fully.
“Well, it's wonderful to have you here Ryan! Tell me Ryan do you like bunnies?” pacing backward I look up trying to focus, did the stage lights get brighter? Okay okay, hat rabbit right classic trick. I twirl the wand and teleport the hat onto my hand, tap the hat then tap it with the wand, rabbit in hat okay. I accidentally teleport the wand away as I reach into the hat and pull out a rabbit holding it out for the kid to pet. The audience cheers. Finally, I pat the bunny on the head and wave my arm in front of it so when I replace the bunny with a little fake one it looks cool. Of course, Ryan sees but he's happy with the little stuffed bunny.
“How about that!” I call to the audience who claps again. Okay, maybe I can focus on my act. Teleporting a deck of cards into my hand I continued with a few tricks making them flashy before finishing the part where I needed a guest. Ryan was a good guest just a bit quiet. I walked Ryan to the stairs, he nearly tripped I remember catching him and seeing how scared he got as he looked between the floor and his father. I remember the texture of his shirt before he stumbled back forward.
usually when I accidentally teleport something it's cards because it's the last thing I touch before I have to do the water tank trick the textures are easy to remember and the water’s cold and distracting. But unlucky for Ryan as I did the whole hyping the audience up speech as I got handcuffed and dropped into the tank it wasn't cards or the key I was supposed to teleport that appeared next to me in the now locked tank. it was his shirt… with him attached
thanks for reading <3
#homelander#the boys#homelander headcanons#homelander x reader#writeblr#homelander fanfiction#homelander x oc
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Combo 6+16 for cinwin as they're your giiirls.
Winter and Cinder fighting and Winter knowing she's in the wrong, but she sees Cinder still doing a chore she knows Winter hates because damn it she loves her, and so Winter does...whatever it is you think is correct.
My favourite tragic couple doing their doomed yaoi things while being married for years and devout to one another
Stomping feet filled the small corridor of their apartment in double, one chasing the other with righteous passion.
“But why would you even move it?!” Winter hollered, half her voice an incredulous hiss as a thick scowl cursed over her. She was barely out of her work outfit, a tie and collar messily hanging around her neck as her blazer fell down over her arm. “We do the same thing for a year and all of a sudden you change things without telling anyone?”
The other set of steps, which rushed ahead of the billowing Winter, were owned by a moderately well dressed-casual Cinder. In her arms she carried a fat wicker basket of used laundry while also letting a dry cleaning bag lay swung over her back.
“I don’t understand why you’re making such a big deal out of it.” Cinder said with an excuse for a scoff. “Maybe you should pay more attention to your bags in the morning.” Sending a sideward glare over her shoulder toward the still angered Winter.
The glare forced a long hissing breath through Winter, her hands finding themselves tightly crossed. “I wouldn’t need to if you had done the decency of telling me the food you prepared was still refrigerated.”
“So in doing the kindness of making you good food to have for lunch instead of eating out every day.” Cinder began with a snarking laugh which held the inkling of turning sour, dropping the dry cleaning bag near their front door in the process. “I also need to tell you that sometimes it isn’t always going to be in your bag because it will spoil?” Turning more in full to Winter as she carried on toward their laundry room. “I thought you were adult enough to know that things don’t always stay good enough to eat.”
The Schnee only continued to glare at Cinder for another moment before she marched after her partner again, though this time definitely slower and more embittered. “You know I am not in my right mind in the mornings, help would have been appreciated.” Her tone too had dropped the passionate anger she had seemingly wielded before.
Only rolling her eye still as the basket hit the floor in front of the laundry room, Cinder turned on Winter abruptly. Her hands plastering onto her hips as she found the Schnee stopping fast an inch or so away from her.
“Why are you being so petulant about this?” Cinder’s vision narrowed on her partner. Holding her gaze for a moment as Winter’s scowl shrunk to a weak pout, her eyes twisting away for a moment as she said nothing. “What did you end up eating today if you-?” Though before Cinder finished her inquisition a small gurgling noise splayed out from the Schnee’s middle; making Winter’s face turn slightly pink. “Oh, that would make sense.”
“I didn’t want to cheat on your cooking so I didn’t eat anything, okay?” Winter spat, her arms tightening around her. “Now I’m mad cause I came home hungry and you were doing the chores I have been putting off and I got more mad.” Sighing as she knowingly sounded more petulant and belligerent.
Cinder could only continue to sigh as she pinched the bridge of her nose. With a swift kick, Cinder pressed the basket further into the room and shut the door. “So you’re saying we need to have an actual dinner then.”
“I can have the food you made for my lunch.” Winter winced quickly, her brows raising as she watched Cinder shake her head and march around her.
“No, that won’t be enough to make you less bitchy.” Cinder called from down the hall with a knowingly cross smirk. “Come on, you can whine and curse me out more for not seeing your lunch from the kitchen table.” Adding a small flick of her hand for Winter to follow her, which the Schnee begrudgingly and blushingly complied with.
It didn’t take long, featured with clunks and bonks of utensils and pots alongside ingredients, for Winter to lose her former anger and hunch over herself at the counter while Cinder cooked.
“I’m sorry for being so terse to you.” She called out abruptly in the midst of retelling how her lunch break was spent continuing to work. “I was being a clod.”
Chuckling shortly, Cinder spoke over top of the bubbling and stirring sounds of her work. “Indeed you were, but maybe tomorrow you’ll remember that we own a fridge for a reason and not everything can just sit in your workbag?”
An agreeing grunt left Winter as she glowed a soft red, dragging from Cinder a curt chuckle. Setting her spoon aside for a moment, Cinder crossed the threshold of their kitchen and allowed herself to fall over Winter’s shoulders in a hug. Winter’s hand gripping weakly onto the secured arms.
“Thank you for doing the laundry.” Winter hummed as she pressed her cheek into Cinder’s hold. “I know it was my turn to do so.”
“Well when you came home glaring and hissing I thought it would be simpler to make sure the clothing survived the experience.” Cinder lulled into Winter’s ear. “Less you tear something in your fit.”
Earning an agreeing hum from Winter, “Sorry I’m hard to love when bitter.”
“Pff,” Cinder snickered quickly. “If you’re hard to love what in Tartarus am I?” Before pressing a burning kiss against the side of Winter’s temple, making the Schnee smile as a weight dropped from her shoulders.
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Save me part 2
Pairing: fem!reader x Gabe
Part 1
Summary: Gabe captures you because you try to capture him since you realise he's a demon.
The sight of the knife scared you.
"GABE CALM DOWN" You said almost certain today was going to be your last night alive.
He walked towards you with the knife in his hand. He brushed the tip of the knife against your arm. You flinched.
"I don't want to hurt you." Gabe stated serenely.
"The knife if your hand states otherwise." You retaliated.
"Ok fine, maybe I do but only because you're making this so hard."
He walked closer. He scraped the tip of the knife across your arm. You flinched at the coldness.
Your breath became heavy. The knife went up to your neck and stopped their.
"Who told you about me? Who else knows?" Gabe prompted.
"NO ONE I SWEAR"
Gabe's grip on the knife became more firm. You could feel the sharp edge dig into your neck.
"Are they really so important to you that you would risk your life for them?" Gabe asked.
"Ok fine! Eden does!" You lied. You knew for a fact that Eden was also a demon but he didn't know that. And telling him it was Eden who knew would make sense since she used to be your best friend.
Gabe narrowed his eyes at you. He looked betrayed.
"Who else?" Gabe urged.
"No one else. I only told her because I wasn't certain. I could trust her most." You replied. You weren't entirely lying, you had told her you thought it but she just brushed it off. However, you had told other people. A LOT of other people.
Gabe was suspicious. He still continued.
"Why did you suspect it?" Gabe asked.
"Because I saw you leave Erin, dying. What did she ever do to you?" Tears clouded your eyes. "What did WE ever do to you?"
"Look, I don't have time for this guilt tripping. I am the one asking questions h-"
The attic door opened. BAM.
"Who is there?" Gabe asked, a little shaken.
No answer.
It was pitch black in there, you could barely see anything.
Gabe walked towards the door and pulled down a string. The light flicked open.
No one. No one was there.
Atleast not in plain sight.
Gabe looked nervous. He leaned through the door frame to be able to see anything. No one.
"It was probably just the wind." You said.
"Ah yes, because a wind opens the door so loudly. You know something I don't know and I'm going to find out what." He retorted.
"No you won't."
Gabe turned around.
Kinsey was standing there with the chain key in her hand. She freed you and trapped him. It all happened so fast, Gabe didn't have time to react.
You helped Kinsey pull him towards... Tyler?
He had the alpha key. HE HAD THE ALPHA KEY! You would get rid of Gabe once and for all and as much as it hurt you to see your boyfriend die but he wasn't himself anymore.
As Gabe was struggling to be free, Tyler stuck the Alpha Key in his back. Crunch.
Gabe collapsed.
Did he really die? Your eyes flooded with tears. You hated him. But you loved him too. You wished there was a way to free him of the demon without him dying.
Maybe there was?
One of his fingers twitched. You smiled. But then you realised, what if the key didn't work on him? Only one way to find out.
You and Kinsey chained him up and put him in the corner.
You grabbed the head key.
"Try and take this key from me." You said to Gabe.
"Y/n I-"
"TRY TO TAKE IT FROM ME!" You practically shout.
His hand reaches forward. He hesitates before closing his fingers around the key. He takes it from your hand.
Everyone takes a sigh of relief.
You smiled. The biggest smile that had ever been plastered across your face.
A/n: kinda rushed. Not a huge fan of this. Sorry about spelling mistakes if there are any. I initially planned on giving this a bad ending! But hey, everyone loves a good ending better. Thanks for reading!!!
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Tbh I always headcanoned that Regulus was seen as the “thinner, less handsome” version of Sirius was because of both actual health issues and a more reserved/inward personality. I guess in my head I always saw that he had some health issues as a kid, but they would have been things that were fixed with time. And that Walburga didn’t understand that just because Sirius was an energetic prodigy in every sense of the word, doesn’t mean that his brother would be the same, and that’s ok!
Ergo, if Reg survived and was able to grow on his own terms and get healthier, more filled out, AND relaxed a bit while reforming his moral compass, the only difference physically between him and Sirius would be that he has a slimmer build and is a little shorter. Other than that the resemblance would be uncanny, he’d look like a reserved Sirius ( instead of idk reserved and dour 🧐)
Tbh I always saw a fully grown Regulus as tall as an average tall guy (like 6 feet even). Sirius just sets unrealistic expectations by existing 😂.
Oh geez, sorry it's taken almost a month to respond to this 😖 I must have missed it when I was going through my notifications after getting out of the hospital and I just saw it.
I like the hc of Regulus having health issues as a kid. I think sickly Victorian-esque child suits him. Making him a second-born child prone to illness also happens to slot him very nicely into Adlerian psychoanalytic theory (Alfred Adler, known among other things for his creation of the "inferiority complex" concept and theories about the impact of birth order on one's personality, was himself was a sickly child and a second born son who was intensely jealous of his older brother) and there's little I love more than psychoanalyzing my beloved fictional characters to death.
I can definitely see Walburga not understanding Regulus' temperament at all. She seems to have been quite an energetic woman and, as you said, Sirius set the bar and he set it abnormally high. This is why I am partial to the idea that Orion is more mild-mannered (by no means actually mild, but comparatively) and that there's some sort of kinship between Regulus and his father, neither of whom enjoy the loud, dramatic displays that Sirius and Walburga seem to relish in.
Ok so, based on your theory about Regulus surviving, I am imagining an AU where Regulus survives and fucks off somewhere lovely and warm and spends a decade and change relaxing and enjoying his new life away from any familial responsibilities or reminders of his past. He grows into a healthy adult, and is mildly dismayed that he is the spitting image of his brother. One day in the middle of the summer, he starts getting funny looks from people and has to evade the muggle police a handful of times because his face is plastered all over the news as a wanted criminal. Of course it's not his face, it's Sirius', but they look similar enough that it forces him to go even further into hiding.
Adult Regulus can be tall, he can be 6' if he likes, as long as his growth spurt is a year or two delayed, not until late adolescence. I'm partial to him being average/slightly below average height as a child/early adolescent.
I suppose, canonically, that would mean that he'd finally grow to his full height only to die shortly after. Live fast, die young, leave a tall corpse or something.
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OH YES
That would literally be too good to not add Aph! God imagine Dottore’s face when he learns that pesky assistant of his not only evade the fatui all the time, but also do the one thing he could never do, graduate the Akademiya. Aph, i would pay to see his reaction please! Although quick question, what kind of darshan would the reader take?
- 🐱 Anon
LITERALLYYYYY HEAR ME OUT PLEASE HEAR ME OUT ON THIS
i think they might be either an amurta or spantamad student! but i am VERY open to suggestions <3
the news spreads FAST because goodness--it's just so rare for someone to do what they've done. people often don't graduate until well past their 30s, but this random person who came to sumeru from mondstadt on leave from their job as a knight (unfortunately, i can't say why they're on leave... that would be spoilers 🤭) has blazed through every challenge the akademiya has thrown at them in half the time??????.... and the news slowly creeps back to snezhnaya. and dottore is PISSED. because one look at that devious little smile they wear in the picture plastered on the steambird's article about them tells him all he needs to know. that's his former lab assistant. it must be. it has to be. he knows their facial structure well--he's known them for so long, he knows their expressions. and he knows what their self-satisfied little smirk looks like.
what a treacherous little thing his former assistant is, hm? beating him at his own game and having the guts to knowingly taunt him? and perhaps their manner of speech, quoted in the article, is a little too specific... and with a bit of insanity and driven fury, dottore realizes that they must have rehearsed this. and decoding it, perhaps the first or last letters of everything they've said combined reveals something that has his blood boiling:
"I DID WHAT YOU COULDN'T, DASTUR ZANDIK."
ohohoho evil little rivalry between dottore and his arrogant fucking ex-lab assistant *fingers tapping evilly* this shit would come back to bite them so hard though...... Hmmmmmm angst
this is actually a really good direction to take the series in. i was wondering to myself where i would take this fic, because i really only have up to act 3 or 4 planned out. after that? who knows. but this is a good way to go, i think.
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ALRIGHT YA’LL KNOW THE DRILL HERE
there will be spoilers for all of the last of us part 1 and all of the last of us part 2 under the cut!!
i’ll be sharing my notes and thoughts as i play each session!!
again SPOILERS ARE UNDER THE CUT SO IF YOU DO NOT WANT SPOILERS DO NOT SELECT READ MORE
PLAY SESSION 1 (i am horrified)
i just want to start by saying that i already know a decent amount about this game. i never thought that i, myself, would be playing these games, so i watched playthroughs when they first came out. since then, spoilers have been plastered all over the internet. so. yknow. i’m aware of what i’m getting myself into. ANYWAY to the session log!
total play time: 6 and a half hours
HERE WE GO YA’LL
i haven’t opened the game yet AHH
i know the music is gonna ruin me
my heart is beating so fast
i’m configuring settings and i hear water oh god
FUCK IT’S THE BOAT
AHHHH
OKAY THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING
I HIT START AHHHHH
C H I L L S down my body just seeing the neck of the fucking guitar
i’m already tearing up from joel telling the story to tommy
THAT’S PEDRO PASCAL
THAT IS PEDRO PASCAL BITCH
IN THE CAR WHEN HE LOOKS TO THE SIDE BC ELLIE STARTED STIRRING AWAKE??
THAT IS JUST AN OLDER PEDRO BRO
ANYWAY sorry i just understand very much why they offered him this role
STOP THE CUT TO THE LAST CUTSCENE WHEN THE FIRST GAME ENDS I’M CRYING
AND THE MUSIC
FUCK YOU
this looks fucking amazing.
the fucking music. GUSTAVO. GENIUS BRO.
this is fucking gorgeous. i am taking my fuckin T I M E
STARRING ASHLEY JOHNSON TROY BAKER AND LAURA BAILEY I KNOW THAT’S RIGHT
WOOOO
THAT SHOT?? HIM WALKIN INTO TOWN?? JESUS F U C K
ARE WE ALREADY AT THE FUTURE DAYS CUTSCENE????
omg omg she’s listening to the song she sings in the trailer i think A H H
and the bandages on her arm where her scar is 🥺
the way that joel tucks his shirt in now omg such a dad
THE SAVAGE STARLIGHT POSTER🥹
THE STANCE™️
THE WAY THAT MY DAD DOES THIS SAME FUCKING THING WHERE HE’LL GO TO TELL ME A JOKE HE HEARD AND FORGOT IT
I’M GONNA C R Y LATER
HIS AWKWARD LIL STEPS TO THE DOOR TO GET THE GUITAR STOP
“you wanna hear sumn” JOEL PLEASE I’M GONNA SOB
troy has such a nice voice! and also to voice act while singing simultaneously?? crazy
THEY ARE SO-
UUGGGHHHHHH🥺🥺🥺
it’s always in the prologue that they showcase Joel being a dad and i’m like damn this is how me and my dad are and they’re like “would be a shame if something bad happened” and i SOB
“you kissed dina?” TEA
THE WAY SHE’S LIKE 😶
okay i already very much like jesse he seems like such a nice guy!
again i know what happens just let me have this goddamnit
ELLIE HAS A PS3 THAT’S WHAT’S UP BRO WHAT GAMES YOU GOT??
JAK AND DAXTER SLAY
UNCHARTED 1 & 2 SLAY
this taylor guitar is gorgeous bro AH
the pictures on her corkboard above the bed🥺
i wish we got to see and know more about cat she looks like a cool ass character
is that the toy she stole for sam?? i thought she left that at his grave? so it may be a new one to remember him by? i dunno
DINNER BREAK BEFORE I CONTINUE
okayyyy to the outside… where it’s snowing…. and ellie is wearing this outfit…
and joel and tommy are out scouting…
FUCK
i love how slowly through the environment it tells you how jackson survives. through community. it’s gorgeous worldbuilding.
FIRST CARD HELL YEA
IS THAT BUCKLEY??? AHHHH
AND GUSTAVO!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!!
HE’S PLAYING A VERSION OF THE LAST OF US THEME AHHHHHHH
I HEAR MARISHA RAY AND MATT MERCER?? AHHHHHHH CRITICAL ROLE CAST COME THROOUUUGGGHHHH
it’s also really wonderful to see kids being kids during this. especially for their age. they’re too young to deal with the bullshit that comes along with an apocalypse world
PEOPLE ARE SHIT TALKING ELLIE BRO THEY LITERALLY STARTING HUSHING EACH OTHER AS I APPROACHED LMAOOOOO
there are so many people at the bar at fucking 6:30am ya’ll
“i don’t wanna hear what that bigot has to say” as you fucking should ellie
also maria is so pretty!!!!
and dina is patroling w ellie?
sooooo many great signs here 🥲
“bigot sandwiches” SHE’S SO FUNNY
CARD #2 BRO YEEEAAAA
“we’re fine” BC THEY HAD THE TALK ON THE PORCH AND 😭😭😭😭😭😭
DIIIINNNNAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
“i’m not even playing!” THERE SHE IS FERAL ELLIE
“i hate this kid so much” okay and i love ellie
“you wanna fuck em up?” THEY’RE SO MADE FOR EACH OTHER YOU’RE JOKING
THE SNOWBALL FIGHT WAS SO FUCKING CUTE AHHHHH
DINA IS SO GOOD W KIDS 🥹
THE SPARKLES IN THE SNOW?? GODDAMN
DO I HEAR KHARY PAYTON AT THESE STABLES??
they even included the detail of farriers dude there is someone cleaning this horse’s hoof
AND YURI LOWENTHAL WOOOOOO
shimmer acquired ✅
I DON’T WANNA LEAVE JACKSON DUDE
and the music seems so ominous like HSKAHSKAHSOS
FUCK IT’S THE CABIN
I SAW MEL
I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT IS HAPPENING
THIS EARLY?????
PLAYING AS HER?? THIS EARLY???
THE FABRIC ANIMATION ON HER SLEEPING BAG??? INSANE
listen i have nothing but raging and wholesome love for laura bailey but this one is gonna be difficult
her performance is phenomenal don’t get me wrong. this is just gonna be hard
THIS EARLY??
also they all start exiting a garage
joel rode the horse out of the garage
ellie lives in a remodeled garage/shed
and abby walks out of the garage w owen
idk if that’s a connection at all but just something i noticed i guess
owen also gives me weird vibes idk
this feels wrong being on the stick as abby
yooooooo that’s a really cool camera trick to convey her perception of heights and her fear
the snow and scenery look fucking gorgeous oh my god
FUCK of course he wanted to show her JACKSON
FUCKIN HELL
AND OF COURSE HE SAW JOEL AND TOMMY GO ON PATROL
MOTHERFUCKERRRRRRR
“assuming he’s in there, how do we get to him?”
I KNOW WHO THE FUCK THEY’RE TALKING ABOUT AND I’M SICK TO MY FUCKING STOMACH
AND NOW I HAVE TO LEAD HER TO JOEL???
F U C K DUDE I’M KAVSKABSKSH
i genuinely am so fucking anxious dude
like my hands are sweating and my stomach is turning over and i’m gonna vom bro
this is ALOT of dead folks oh my god
DODGE?? fuck yea
OH MY GOD THE WAY SHE STOMPED ITS HEAD AHHHH
this game is definitely more brutal damn
GOD THE INFECTED ARE SO MUCH SCARIER
“where’s the patrol?” NO WHERE. LONG GONE. SOOOOOOOOO GONE.
ellie and dina are so cute together
THE BONG💀
honestly eugene sounded pretty fuckin awesome i would wanna go out like him too
GOD I LOVE SNOWY ENVIRONMENTS
“i was thinking of inviting joel over for a movie” i- wh- 😭😭😭😭😭
cheesy 80s action movies??? MY KIND OF GUY BRO!
ALSO PLEASE NAUGHTY DOG STOP GIVING HIM MORE HUMANITYYYY AND GRAVITAS IT HUURTS
“you wanna meet up after?” “uhh.. okay. i’ll play guitar for you.” ELLIEEEEEEEEEE I SEE YOU
ANUTHA CARD BABYYYYY
i was wondering when we would see infected
dina worried about ellie dying bc of infection and ellie’s like “deal.” 😶
oh shit this storm is picking up HELLA
EUGENE WAS A FIREFLY
i wish so badly for them to go more into joel and tommy’s time after outbreak day jfc
ANUTHA CARD
ANUTHA PS3
damn i wish we had a ps3 in the library
i love the new weapons upgrade system
like you physically see the gun change and add shit onto it
so dope
DAMN! eugene had WEED bro
but this also means….
it’s super close now..
“smash bradi’s cooch” BRO NOT THE PLAY ON NAUGHTY DOG GAME TITLES
omg plz the way she breaks the joint jar
THERE WAS SOMETHING ELSE I MEANT TO LOOK AT BEFORE THIS CUTSCENE GODDAMNIT
their chemistry is CRAZZYYYYY dude i feel like i’m intruding on their time
THE WAY ELLIE LOOKS AT HEEERRRRRRR
THE WAY THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHERRRRRRRR
THE WAY SHE FLICKS THE JOINT AND GRABS HER FACE WAS SMOOOOOOTH AS FUCK
oh no. ohhhhh no. i am now abby. oh fuck.
fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck
A HORDE???? THIS IS HORRIFYING OH MY GOD
THE FENCE IS GONNA CRUSH MEEEEEEEEE
i have to pause. it’s joel. i-
FUUUUUCK
FUCK. HER REACTION WHEN TOMMY TELLS HER ITS JOEL. FUCK.
LAURA BAILEY IS SO GOOD
AND THE WAY HER VOICE GETS SHAKY?
LAUUURRRRAAAAAAAAAA
TELLING THEM WHERE HER FRIENDS ARE AND THAT’S GONNA LEAD THEM TO THE CABIN AND FUUUUUUUUUUUCK MAN.
GOOODDD LAURA’S ACTING. JESUS.
AND THEN CUT TO ELLIE AND DINA AHHH
WAIT I THOUGHT SHE TOLD DINA SHE WAS IMMUNE LATER???? IS SHE GOING TO RN??
SHE IS. OH MY GOD.
i’m lowkey glad she doesn’t believe it
“tommy and joel didn’t show up”
NOT PREPARED
FUCK FUCK FUCK THEY’RE INSIDE THE HOUSE NOW
i literally feel sick to my stomach i’m so worried for him and tommy and ellie bro
tommy’s being so nice to them offering them supplies and everything too GOOOOODDDDDD
FUUUUUCK THE WAY THEY ALL LOOK UP AT HIM WHEN HE INTRODUCES HIMSELF AS JOEL
FUUUUUCK THE SHOTGUN
when i tell you that i am so close to losing my dinner i am not joking
THE EMOTION IN HIS EYES WHEN HE LOOKED AT ELLIE
HE LOOKED SO TIRED BUT SO SCARED FOR ELLIE
i am pausing. jesus fucking christ. (stopped for a good while here bc obvious reasons)
it hurts me knowing that ellie didn’t even have the strength to even stand up when dina found her and joel and tommy.
tommy coming to check on her😭
she looks about as bad as i do rn
my poor sweet ellie🥺
tommy’s so awkward bc he’s probably like “does joel want me to treat her like a daughter? do i carry on what he started? do i try to forge this relationship with her?” and struggling to tell ellie that they may not be able to afford going to seattle if it means that ALL of jackson would be vulnerable. bc he doesn’t like it either. he wants to go for abby too.
FUCK man.
THE HUG.
F U C K
THE HEADSTONE STOP
the lil chair and wind chimes outside🥹
all the flowers out front??????
he really had an impact on jackson🥺
her hand shaking at the door FUCK
HE HAD A COWBOY HAAATTTT😭😭😭😭
HIS OWL MUG 😭
IS THIS PAGE OF HER JOURNAL WET WITH TEARS?? AND/ OR TEAR STAINED???
THE MUSEUM PAMPHLET A H H
her drawing of him oh my god i’m C R Y I N G
you can tell he loved her so much. there’s pieces of her all over the house.
HE NEVER FINISHED HIS CARPENTRY PROJECT
THE MIRROR IN THE UPSTAIRS BATHROOM IS OFF THE WALL AND COVERED. JOEEELLLL.😭😭😭😭😭
it looks broken as well. maybe i’m reading too much into it. maybe not
THE PICTURE OF HIM AND SARAH IN A WHITE FUCKING FRAME I’M GONNA LOSE MY MIND
AND A PICTURE OF HIM AND ELLIE NEXT TO IT
no one look at me. no one talk to me. no one perceive me. oh my fucking god.
his jacket and how ellie just stays there. oh my god.
THE WATCH.
THE MUSIC.
I’M FUCKING DONE DUDE.
is that his fucking shirt from the night he lost sarah. i fuckin-
NAUGHTY DOOOOGGGGGGGG
the idiots guide to space book and readers on the bedside table😭😭 SO HE COULD TALK TO ELLIE ABOUT SPAAAACE
bless maria’s heart dude. i love her
SEATTLE DAY 1
omg she’s telling dina the story about the hunter that tried to drown joel in the hotel
alright i’m stopping here before going forward bc i’m fucking exhausted emotionally and physically haha
jesus fucking christ is how i would summarize that first session. jesus fucking christ.
#the last of us#the last of us spoilers#the last of us part 2#the last of us part 2 spoilers#the last of us part ii#the last of us part ii spoilers#tlou#tlou spoilers#tlou part 2#tlou part 2 spoilers#tlou part ii#tlou part ii spoilers#mads plays the last of us!🌿#mads plays the last of us part ii!🍃
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RP Mini-Solo 14: 'Where Do I Go From Here?'
I stir awake...wrapped tightly in the arms of my current lover...my head lying on his naked chest...wondering how I ever got here in the first place. Totally beyond my control...my mind begins to wander off all on its own. My humanity is still off...but...it's moments like these...in between the realm of dreams and full awareness...when my guard is momentarily down...that my emotions are able to slip through a tiny crack in the wall that I've erected around my heart. This is the second time that I've flipped my switch...and...on this round...it's getting harder to keep my emotions at bay...no matter how hard I try to keep them from flooding back in...like right now...at this very instant...as I think back on all of the events that have transpired recently...starting with me dumping my ex boyfriend...to my ex husband dumping me...to where I am now. After three or so endless months of traveling around the country, trying to locate my bastard of an ex husband so that I could stake him...and leaving bloodless...and most of the time headless...corpses...both human and vampire...scattered across several states...I'd decided to give up and go back home to Mystic Falls. The trail had finally gone cold. I like mindless killing as much as the next murderous vampire...but it started to get old 'real' fast. Plus I was worried about a hunter discovering the trail that I was leaving behind...tracking me down...and staking me for my troubles instead. Screw that. I've died enough times to last a century...thank you very much. It was obvious that my ex husband was nowhere to be found. He could've high-tailed it back to Mystic Falls...or he could've been in another country for all I knew...possibly married to another vampire with a new family of his own...since he probably never had that pesky voodoo curse thingy lifted yet. Hey...whatever. Even now...the human part of me...buried deep...'deep' down...only resurfacing in fleeting glimpses...wishes for him to be happy...and to have the life that he always wanted...while the dominant, vampire part of me wishes that he would burn in Hell for all eternity. If that makes me a total bitch...then fine...I can live with that. Anyway...I decided to pack up and go home. I had 'no' idea what I was going to do...or where I was going to go when I got there...since I didn't exactly have a home to go back 'to' anymore...so...the first thing that I did when I crossed back over the town border...was head directly for the Mystic Grill. I walked right on in...up to the bar...plopped myself down onto one of the stools...and started ordering myself some drinks...compelling the cute bartender guy to keep them coming. Yep...drink now...figure out where to crash after. It sounded like a good plan to me. A short time later, who should I see come up to the bar and sit down on the stool right next to mine...but someone who looked 'exactly' like my ex husband, though...the expression plastered across his face wasn't quite as...soft. I'd recognize that particular Damon twin anywhere. He was the one known as 'Ruthless'...and he'd also tried to kill me on multiple occasions. No surprise there. Anyway...somehow...we got around to striking up a conversation...and I ended up blurting out the whole overly depressing story of what had happened between me and my ex husband to him...of course...I was quite a few shots of Bourbon in at this point. What happened next...completely shocked me...if almost choking on my current drink was any indication. When Damon...aka 'Ruthless'...asked me to be his 'fuck friend with benefits'...I had no clue what to say at first. I had 'no' idea why he did it...I guess he kind of felt...sorry for me...maybe? I just sat there for awhile...a 'long' awkward while...totally silent...eyes wide and mouth hanging open...glass paused in mid-air...then...I figured...why not? He's crazy 'hot'...like the rest of the Damon twins...and a 'friends with benefits' type situation was all that I had ever wanted in the first place. The problem was that my ex husband had wanted the whole package...pets...two kids...complete with a house with a white picket fence I imagine...while I...didn't...even though I tried to constantly convince myself that I did. Anyway...again...after I had finished off my last shot...'Ruthless' and I left the Grill together...he took me back to his house...and we had awesome...mind-numbing sex together...and we've had sex many times since that night. It's unfair to compare that sex to any that I've had before...still...damn. Now...as I lay here...sleepily tracing patterns over Damon's chest with my fingers...I can't help but wonder...where I'm supposed to go from here. I mean, sure, our situation is fine for now...but will it be enough in the future? What if he wants more? What if he eventually asks me to marry him or something? I'm not sure that I can go through that...ever again...not after what happened with...well...just...no. I tried to make it work with my ex husband...I really did...but...in the end...I realized that we were...just never meant to be...and I was struggling too hard to try to hold onto a dream...but I was too 'nice' to leave him...so he left me instead. Damn human emotions. I swear, I'm better off without them. Then there's my ex boyfriend...my former 'Boo'...'Hotness'. 'Way' in the back of my mind...I keep holding onto the hope that we'll get back together someday...but...the more time that goes by...the more that hope begins to fade out...and I know that it will just die altogether at some point. He was my first...and I will always love him...and probably never get over him...but a part of him probably still hates me for breaking his heart. We're probably through...no matter how hard I try to cling onto the threads of that tattered dream as well. I squirm a bit...opening my eyes wider while yawning at the same time. I manage to sit up a little...despite still being locked within Damon's embrace...and shake my head back and forth...trying to clear the troubled thoughts from my mind. I then close my eyes again and take a few deep breaths...in...and out...trying to shove my emotions back behind their stone wall...just a little bit more...there...got it. My eyes snap yet again...my lips suddenly dipping down into a deep frown. Damn. Now I'm wide awake. And I'm freaking 'starving'...and human blood just won't cut it. I need vampire blood. Now. I turn my head...glancing at the small clock on the bedside table. Three o'clock in the morning. Perfect. Maybe there will still be some vampires out prowling around. My veins are itching and burning like crazy...my fangs are fixing to come out...and if I don't get out of here...right now...I'm going to end up feeding on 'Ruthless'. I 'really' don't want to take his blood without permission...not unless I have to. I tried that with my ex boyfriend a few times...and...let's just say that it didn't go over too well when he found out about it later...since I took his blood while he was sleeping...with a syringe...'long' story. Carefully, I manage to untangle myself from his arms...climb out of bed...open the closet door and take out one of his shirts...quickly throwing it on...then make my way out of the room...down the stairs...and out the front door as quietly as possible. I vamp speed down the walkway...then away from the house and into the woods...searching for victims...fully aware of the fact that I'm running around with no panties on...but...the shirt that I'm wearing is long enough on me that it totally covers my...ummm...lady parts...since I'm a 'lot' shorter than Damon...so...I'm good. With no luck in the first few minutes...I decide to veer off a bit...heading even further into the trees...just before sunrise...I return...more pissed off and hungry than ever. I couldn't find a single vampire anywhere. Figures. I guess I'll have to feed on 'Ruthless' after all. I'll ask him when he wakes up. For now...I walk over to the little liquor table slash island...snag myself a whole bottle of Bourbon...and plop down onto the couch with it. I twist off the top...lifting the bottle to my lips and taking a long pull from it...then...bottle still in hand...I lie back...and let my eyes drift closed for a few more hours...
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It's A Marshmallow Christmas
Pairing: Ransom x Reader
Word Count: 2,174
Warnings: language, fingering, dirty talk, soft Ransom, protective Ransom, Christmas stress
A/N: First day of the 12 days of Kinksmas! I was so worried about not getting this one out on time. This may or may not be based entirely on fact. I hope it brings everyone a little bit of joy to see our favorite disaster couple having a happy holiday. Merry Christmas everyone!
Read more Ransom and Marshmallow in Held for Ransom!
“Okay what’s next,” you mumbled to yourself, finger sliding down the whiteboard on the kitchen fridge. “Right so next is the dip, which I can get on the tray and set out. But before that, I need to pull the chicken. Oh my god did I forget the fucking hot sauce!? Oh no there it is.”
Ransom stood at the threshold of the kitchen watching you flit from one cupboard to the next, his worry lines deepening. “Hey Marshmallow,” he called out somewhat wearily. “Maybe you should take a break for a few minutes.”
Turning around you pinned him with a glare that would surely make even his mother flinch, “I don’t have time to take a break, Ransom. There’s too much to do and I only have a few hours to get it all done!”
His blue eyes widened while you turned your back on him again. Your shoulders were up as you began mixing ingredients in a bowl and muttering to yourself.
You’d warned him.
You’d told him at Thanksgiving when Linda, after one too many vodka tonics, insinuated that you couldn’t hold a holiday together to save your life and that no doubt you’d be joining them every year from now on rather than hosting your own. Normally the dig would have slid off you, or you’d have chewed his mother out right here. Instead, you plastered a smile on your face and said something about hosting Christmas Eve dinner.
He should have stopped you. Made up some kind of excuse afterward or taken you on a trip away from the insanity that would overtake you. But your lamenting whine on the way home made him hold his tongue.
“What am I going to do Ransom,” you cried, head in your hands as he drove back towards home. “I can’t host Christmas Eve dinner! Christmas makes me crazy. I lose my damn mind every year and I know that I do it. Why would I say that?! What vengeful fucking ghost took hold of me and was like, ‘Let’s make her host dinner.’ Linda was drunk too, so she’s going to remember it! Fuck!!”
He should have listened to your warning.
But he didn’t.
It was only two days after that dinner when you’d begun decorating for the upcoming holiday while he was out for coffee. Garland and twinkle lights descend the staircase, along with various woodland animals made out of twigs and sticks, tiny Christmas trees with twinkle lights sitting on every surface, and more boxes of bulbs than he ever remembered when you’d moved in.
He’d only been gone maybe an hour.
Ransom also didn’t protest, much, when you dragged him to a tiny farm outside of the city that you’d found on Google maps. He’d almost froze to death as you made him trudge through the fresh New England snow to find what you would dub the ‘perfect’ tree.
Okay, so maybe that part wasn’t bad.
As if these weren’t moments he’d secretly cherish forever. Like seeing the look of pure childish wonder that spread over your face and lit your eyes as you’d finally spotted ‘The One.’
Or the giggle you let slip before swiping a dollop of whipped cream from his nose as the two of you drank hot chocolate afterward.
Or even you shrieking his name as he’d mistakenly released the netting on the tree before bringing it inside. It was his first time having a tree and decorating on his own, of course, he didn’t know how it was done!
How when putting the lights on the tree your tongue would peak out just a little in concentration. How when you finally finished for the day you’d slid into his arms so easily fast asleep. Alright so those, he could willingly admit, were the little moments he loved.
But what he didn’t love was whatever this was.
If he’d been paying closer attention he might have caught glimpses of the holiday madness settling within. When you couldn’t settle on ham or turkey for the main course, so you’d decided to compromise and make both. Then they were out of the potatoes you wanted, so you went to four different stores to find them, and then there was the very heated cranberry versus red pepper jelly discussion between you both in the middle of the aisle.
In nearly every instance you ended up in tears with your hands shaking and Ransom growing increasingly worried.
You needed to relax. Even if it was just for a moment.
Pursing his lips he looked over at the timer on the stove, there was a good hour before you’d be checking the turkey again. His smile grew slightly as he came up behind you.
“Hey,” he cooed, pressing up against your back. His hands slipped around your hips and held you firmly. It was impossible to miss how you instantly leaned back into him giving a sigh of relief. “You’ve been working really hard sweetheart. How about you take a little break.”
Ransom was the devil himself tempting you with the sweet fruit of a moment’s peace. His lips began dragging over the exposed column of your neck, pressing light pecks as he continued coaxing, “Dinner isn’t for another three hours, they’re all going to be here soon. So take a break.”
You would have been embarrassed at how easily you started to give in were you not a basket case of stress and anxiety. His hand closed over your own, pulling the spoon from your slackened fingers you swallowed hard pretending not to know exactly what it was that Ransom meant by taking a break. “I told you I can’t,” you scolded, reaching for the spoon as he held it just out of reach. “There’s still too much to do and I’m… Ransom…I’ve still got….Ransom, please give me the damn spoon.”
He chuckled, his hot breath caressing against the shell of your ear, “Mmm, no.” His mirthful rumble concluded as his teeth caught the lobe of your ear.
Gasping his name your hands slammed onto the counter for leverage just as his hips pinned your own against the unforgiving stone. Trying your best not to grind back against him as his growing erection pressed against the swell of your ass.
The hitch in your breath had him humming again in approval. “You’re acting a little too crazy today,” he admonished, that wicked tongue of his tracing down the column of your neck. Pressing teasing kisses to your skin, “I really think a little break is in order.”
Tilting your head to the side on instinct, your eyes closed in needed bliss, pleasure rolling through you as Ransom’s mouth found the sensitive spot that always made you keen.
“I warned you didn’t I,” you half sassed, guiding one of his hands to your breast. Gasping when his fingers gripped you through the dress you wore, dimpling the skin he growled against your skin.
“Yeah,” he agreed huskily in your ear, blatantly rubbing his cock against you now. “You gonna let me fuck some of that crazy out of you?”
The spoon clattered to the floor as you turned in his arms, leaning up and into his kiss as Ransom licked into your mouth, swallowing your moan. With the outline of his cock pressing against your belly, you couldn’t stop the roll of your hips as his strong warm hands cupped your ass and slid you onto the counter.
Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you pulled Ransom close as his tongue stroked against your own. His hand dipping between you to rub at your clothed heat and earning another whimpering moan from you.
“Ransom,” you whimpered, fingers tangling in the new cable knit he wore. “I have to get dinner…. Oh, fuck right there.”
Pressing his thumb against your clit briefly, he withdrew his hand only to slip it inside the stretchy waistband of your leggings. A string of curses slipped past your lips as his thick fingers stroked against you, rubbing and pinching in just the right way that had you whining out his name.
“This what you want sweetheart,” he growled against your lips. “Sure you wouldn’t rather cum on my cock?”
A gasp burst from your lips as your head fell back against the cupboard, Ransom's fingers working their own sweet magic over your clit as the fire began to rise in you. “Ransom,” you panted, fingers trailing over the curve of his jaw. “Please. Please, I need it. Please.”
“Need it huh,” he husked against your lips. Feeling your slick coating his fingers before slipping one then two deep into you. The ragged moan that fell from your lips as he stretched you made him grin ear to ear, “So warm and wet for me, Marshmallow. You sure you wouldn’t rather cum on my fingers?”
Shaking your head as words became useless, your eyes clenched closed and you grit your teeth as he pressed that magical spot inside of you that had your legs shaking. “That’s it,” he coaxed, kissing along your jaw to your panting mouth. “Squirming so much for me, want you to make a fucking mess on my fingers sweetheart.”
The tremble in your legs was getting to be too much, unable to control yourself as you freely rode Ransom's hand on the kitchen counter. Your arms wrapped around his head, pulling him close as his fingers pressed, tapped, and thrust in and out of your soaked heat.
Ransom felt the muscles in your body beginning to tense, one by one, your trembling legs tightening around him and pulling him impossibly closer as you teetered on the edge, “Gonna cum for me? That’s it, pretty girl. Fall apart for me.”
And fall apart you did.
Mewling and shaking as all of the built-up tension released from you in an earth-shattering orgasm. Your walls fluttered around his still thrusting fingers and pulling him deeper as Ransom swallowed your moans. “Fucking beautiful,” he said pulling back and looking into your half-lidded eyes. “Always so beautiful for me.”
Withdrawing his hand from your waistband your arms wrapped around his shoulders again, pulling him close, pressing your lips to his in a fierce kiss. Leading with your tongue as it slowed to a natural end, Ransom nuzzled against you. Pecking kisses against your panting mouth.
“Better,” he asked, smiling when you nodded, closing your eyes briefly and catching your breath. “Good.”
“Hello, Ransom we’re here!”
The shrill echo of his mother's voice called from the front of the brownstone followed by the rumblings of his father, no doubt already looking for the scotch. Ransom growled in annoyance, his arms tightening around you before you sighed, “I need to finish dinner.”
“Listen, I want you to remember something,” Ransom said, voice serious as he leaned away, lifting your chin with his fingers. “This is your house. You live here. Not them. And I’m always on your side. If they get to be too much for you they’re gone. It’s a Marshmallow Christmas, not a Thromby Christmas, it doesn’t have to be perfect.”
“It’s just our first Christmas together as a couple,” you mumbled, avoiding his gaze for a moment. “I wanted it to be perfect for us.”
“It’s already perfect cause it's with you.”
While the 'from the heart' statement surprised you, you also watched with barely concealed amusement as a flush of embarrassment ran through Ransom. Turning the man red all the way to the tips of his ears. “That was so cheesy,” you giggled at his expense.
“Shut up,” he growled, the slightest turn at the corner of his mouth.
“No, I mean it,” you continued teasing, sliding off the counter as he scoffed and went to the sink to wash his hands. “I think that was the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said. Who would have known? Ransom Drysdale, says cheesy things to his girlfriend when he’s being soft.”
His mouth set into a line as you rubbed his back laughing a little, “I’m just teasing.”
Sighing, Ransom pulled the towel down and roughly dried his hands, “I’ll go greet our guests. Just don’t let her rile you today, it’s your Christmas, not hers. Oh and don’t let Richard get under your skin. And if Joni and Meg show up…”
Laughing you cupped his cheeks smiling up at him, “I know.” Leaning up on your tiptoes and kissing him softly. “I’m sorry that I’m going a little crazy. Just know that I’m grateful to have you here and on my side.”
“I’m always on your side,” he rumbled, hands sliding to your hips before pressing his forehead to your own. The two of you standing and swaying slightly in the kitchen to the faint sound of the radio before it was overtaken by the telltale tones of Richard and Linda arguing.
Ransom still held you, his hands tightening on your hips slightly before muttering, “Besides, even if you’re crazy today, looks like you’ll be in good company.”
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Wedding Day ! | 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘
Fluff & NSFW headcanons on your wedding day/night with some of the AOT boys!
! Slight NSFW !
Warnings: Alcohol, mentions of sex, pregnancy. Fem ! reader.
Majority of this is fluff, but there are mentions of !BEEP! sooo yeah.
Characters: Armin, Eren, Erwin, Jean, Levi
a/n: I have to take my SAT tomorrow, please wish your girl good luck for those sweet, sweet good grades....
𝕬𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓 𝕬𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖙 ~
Helps you plan the wedding and possibly loves it even more than you do. He’s a sucker for quality time.
Armin would prefer a small or medium-sized wedding. If you want a large wedding though, there’s no way he’s holding you back from having it.
100% a beach wedding. No doubt.
The venue is BEAUTIFUL. Spent countless nights researching and visiting places to make sure you got the best.
Eren is chosen as the best man, although Armin feels guilty for having to pick only one out of all his friends.
On the day of the wedding, Armin is a panicking mess. Eren and Jean literally have to give him a pep talk before he goes to stand at the alter.
Practiced deep breathing techniques before the wedding. Unfortunately, they aren’t working.
When you finally walk down the isle, Armin starts crying softly. Eren put his hand on his shoulder to comfort him......which just made him sob harder. He cried multiple times during the wedding.
Your wedding rings are the set his grandfather and grandmother shared :’)
Specifically told the bartender not to serve Connie and Sasha more than 3 drinks. He doesn’t trust them making their own alcohol-related decisions at his wedding.
Armin isn’t a dancer but....he practiced how to slow dance just for you.
Shy at first when it comes to the more fast-paced dancing, but Jean coaxes him into it, and he ends up having a lot of fun.
The speeches are so nice!!! But mostly because Armin asked Mikasa to read them over before hand to make sure they were okay.
After the wedding ends and everyone has left, you and Armin sit and watch the waves at night.
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The beach was reserved...meaning it is now completely deserted. I am now politely reminding you, Armin is not a saint. Honeymoon sex on the beach, anybody?
The sex is slow and sweet; he takes his time with you and kisses you all over. It’s 100% the definition of, “making love.”
If you’re down for a kid right now, Armin’s down for a kid right now. He WILL try for a baby with you if it’s what you want.
After you made a mess of yourselves in the sand...Armin would probably let you sleep for a little bit as he watched the waves. He doesn’t want it to end yet.
When he’s finally content, he would carry you back to the hotel, trying not to wake you.
Super considerate dusting the sand off you, and then tucking you in bed. He’s totally cuddling you to sleep, too.
𝕰𝖗𝖊𝖓 𝕵𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖗 ~
Pretty much gives you full control of the wedding planning; he only has a few requests.
Eren would be the type of dude to invite friends, friends of friends, and friends of friends of friends. Your wedding is gonna be packed.
Has no idea what kind of wedding he prefers.
Please, god, don’t let him pick the venue. He will go to the first one, look around, and go, “Yeah, this is pretty nice.” That’s how you’ll end up getting married at an AirBNB with a nice backyard hidden behind the local Walmart.
Doesn’t know if he should make Armin or Zeke the best man, so he flips a coin to decide. It landed on Armin, and from that day on, Zeke was super salty.
Tries to convince you to try on the wedding dress/suit the day before. He can’t sleep that night because he’s so keyed up thinking about how pretty you’ll look.
On the day of the wedding, he’s super fucking ecstatic and practically bouncing all over the place.
Eren would get kind of impatient when waiting at the isle, to the point it would annoy the groomsmen. Jean came so close to saying something but was thankfully stopped by Armin.
When you finally walk down the isle, he’s BEAMING. He tears up a little bit out of happiness, but nothing too extreme.
Armin had to help him pick out the wedding rings otherwise you would’ve ended up with one of those plastic spider rings you win at Chuck e. Cheese’s.
Eren gets so fucking drunk you’re worried you might have to carry him back to the room by the end of the night.
Jean literally nit-picks everything Eren does the whole night....which almost ends up resulting in a drunken bar fight...at your wedding. It ends up fine, though, because Levi and Mikasa step in as bodyguards.
You SWEAR Mikasa is giving you dirty looks. Likewise, Eren SWEARS he’s getting dirty looks from Levi.
He does alright slow-dancing, but is so tipsy and distracted by how attractive you are to him, he’s kinda just....trying his best.
Absolutely OBLITERATES the dance floor when the fast-paced songs come on...
WILD assortment of speeches. Mikasa is crying, Armin’s reading a poem, Floch’s trying to get you to join his cult, Zeke is crying......and Eren is sitting there like, “Is this almost over.” You’d think it was America’s got talent, or something.
When the wedding ends, he 100% drags you to your favorite fast-food restaurant. Still in your wedding attire. Seriously, this dude is crazy, but he’s fun.
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When you get back to the hotel, he lets you eat your food--and then he fucks the shit out of you.
Way, way, way more rough than usual; super passionate sex. Multiple rounds, too. You don’t even KNOW how he has this much stamina by the end of the night.
Not even TRYING to get you pregnant, but his dumbass probably accidentally would.
Good luck trying to walk tomorrow!!!
When he’s finally tired, he is GONE. Like, you could scream bloody-murder and he still wouldn’t wake up.
𝕰𝖗𝖜𝖎𝖓 𝕾𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖍 ~
You can TRY and take that wedding planner from Erwin--the only way he’d give it to you is if you pried it from his cold, dead hand(s).
Tells people he’s married MONTHS before the wedding.
Everyone.....and I mean EVERYONE.....knows you’re getting married. he will walk up to strangers and brag about you.
Erwin invites everyone he sees. Elderly woman crossing the street? Invited. Barista at the coffee shop? Invited. Guy on the bus who offered him a seat? Invited.
All those people attend the wedding, too. Why? Everyone knows and loves Erwin. So when your wedding is literally PACKED with people you have never seen before--you’re only slightly surprised.
You know those reality shows where they have HUGE, expensive weddings? Your wedding would put theirs to shame. Erwin goes ALL OUT.
The venue? A literal castle. How did he manage to book and afford a castle? Don’t question it.
Your wedding dress doesn’t have a budget. Seriously, your wedding is crazy expensive--and straight out of a fairy tale.
You’re pretty sure Levi made himself the best man--and Erwin was fine with it.
Is super excited on the day of the wedding. He knows it’s going to be perfect; he got his eyebrows done just for the occasion.
When you walk down that isle his smile is SO BRIGHT. he is SHINING.
Yeah, those wedding rings? Imported from Italy, plastered with giant, real, diamonds. You will never be able to say Erwin doesn’t spoil you.
Pretty chill wedding, nothing’s too rowdy and everyone’s still having a good time.
Whispers sweet nothings and tells you how happy he is the whole night. He can’t go five minutes without saying, “I love you.”
Just TRY to get him to stop holding your hand; he won’t.
Erwin is so good at slow-dancing??? And he’s so careful with you, too. 100% the one in the lead, but he’s spinning and dipping you so sweetly. Not to mention the way he’s looking at you...
He’s a serious guy a lot of the time, but I honest to god believe in the sweetest way possible, you would genuinely have a really fun time fast-pace dancing with him. You would both be laughing at each other’s moves.
Majority of the speeches are super nice. Hange tried to get Levi to say something, brought him up to the stage and....he starred at the crowd for a couple awkward seconds, then walked off. He conveyed his message through his eyes, I guess?
The wedding is so long you weren’t sure it was ever going to end...
Hotel? Nah he booked that castle, that’s where you’re spending the night...
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You’re fucking in the king bed tonight baby, literally.
Pays attention to your needs/wants the WHOLE NIGHT. Seriously, he’s a soft dom, and makes sure you’re more than satisfied.
Tons of body worship?? He’s so sweet and careful with you.
Erwin secretly really, really wants to give you his babies and start a family with you on the honeymoon. If you’re willing, he will make sure he gets you pregnant; you’re getting no sleep.
After you’re done, he will run you two a bath and clean you off. He adds in a little bonus massage, too.
When you get in bed, he pets your head, cuddling you until you fall asleep. You could’ve sworn you saw him smiling before you drifted off to sleep.
𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝕶𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖎𝖓 ~
Jean would definitely help you plan the wedding--he values romance a lot, so having the perfect wedding for him and you, is important. He also doesn’t want to put all the weight on you.
Brags to his friends that he’s getting married--they all get tired of hearing about it.
Normal sized wedding--not too many, but not small, either. Lots of family and friends.
The venue is at a barn. Yes, he picked a barn. it’s a nice venue, too; the only problem is that he’s not going to be able to escape those horse jokes.
Marco is chosen as the best man--and when Connie hears about it, he sulks for a few days. He gets over it eventually, though.
He’s kind of nervous the day of--but Marco reassures him and teaches his some deep-breathing techniques.
Keeps his cool until he goes to stand at the alter--and then he’s in full-blown panic mode. “What if I can’t make her happy?” “What if she runs away with Eren?” meanwhile, Eren is standing right there with the other groomsmen, like “wtf?”
When you walk down the isle--he’s super overwhelmed. He feels a huge sense of relief you didn’t ditch him and run away, but also metaphorically hit by a semi-truck of emotions since he realized he’s ACTUALLY getting married. There’s a little bit of happy crying.
His mom picked out your wedding rings; you only find out when she brags about it--and Jean yells at her for telling you.
His wedding gift to you is a giant portrait he drew of you--and on the back, there’s a message in French. He won’t tell you what it says, but you’re pretty sure it’s an oath to love and protect you ‘till the day he dies.
He does pretty well slow-dancing. His mom also mentions he begged her to practice with him so he didn’t mess up.
He’s a little worried about making himself look like a fool dancing in front of you--but for you, he does it anyways; You both laugh your asses off and have a lot of fun.
The speeches make Jean look like he wants to drop dead from embarrassment. He’s not sure what’s worse--Connie and Sasha doing karaoke, Eren making horse jokes, or his mom telling all of his embarrassing baby stories.
After everyone leaves, Jean takes you to look at the animals before you leave, too.
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As for honeymoon sex; you better not make a horse joke, otherwise you’re getting laid in that fucking barn. Maybe. He threatens that, but you know he wouldn’t want to have sex there on your wedding night. He’s 100% down for another time, though.
A mix of rough and sweet at the same time--he does the right things at the right times.
Is a lot more passionate and soft than usual--very careful with your body, and makes sure to really take everything in; He wants to remember the night for as long as he lives.
Immaculate aftercare; and on top of that, he lets you fall asleep in his arms, occasionally kissing your forehead.
Bonus: he sings you to sleep.
𝕷𝖊𝖛𝖎 𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓 ~
Lets you plan the wedding, but looks it over and makes sure there’s nothing too crazy happening. He, somehow, is worried you’re going to plan a circus or something else ridiculous to show up.
No one knows you’re getting married until the envelopes are mailed to family and friends. In fact, some people didn’t even know you were together.
Pretty small wedding, it’s mostly people who are very close to you two. It has a very homey-feel.
The venue HAS to be indoors. Levi thinks an outdoor wedding is unsanitary--so you end up getting married in a banquet hall.
Erwin is 1000% the best man. You don’t even have to ask, you already know it’s going to be Erwin.
Is literally shaking and sweating his ass off he’s so nervous the day of the wedding--if anyone asks, though, he swears he is fine. Has no idea it’s completely obvious he’s on the verge of absolutely freaking out.
Erwin and Hange try to get him to relax--but he continues to deny that he is in fact, NOT calm.
When you walk down the isle and he makes eye contact with you--his brain short-circuits. His mind literally stops working and is constantly repeating, “p...p...pre....pretty..” the whole damn time.
Mentally saves the image of you in your dress/suit to use as his motivation to always come home to you.
Tries to remain expressionless, but is literally tomato-red and on the verge of crying; he never thought he’d be able to find happiness--it feels like everything is finally going to be okay. Erwin is smiling like a proud dad, and Hange is trying to suppress their amazement that the dude’s showing emotion.
Your wedding rings are fairly plain--but on the inside of the bands, both of your names are etched.
He won’t read the vows out loud, he simply hands you a letter and tells you to read it another time.
When the time comes to kiss--Levi literally hides behind you and shyly pulls you in. The view the audience gets is your back--and they aren’t sure whether to clap or not.
Your wedding gift to him was a giant assortment of different teas--and he genuinely seemed really excited to try them. He didn’t realize it, but when he mentioned tasting them, he said, “with you” at the end.
Has no idea how to slow dance. Erwin tried to help him, but it didn’t do much, so you teach him on the spot. Your first dance, he concentrates really hard on not messing up, eyebrows furrowed and all.
Doesn’t know how to dance fast-pace either, in fact, he’s pretty confused. You have to grab the man and force him out of his comfort zone, spinning him and all. Hange and the Survey Corp members are laughing their ass off at his bewildered face.
The speeches went pretty well--except for when Hange didn’t stop talking; Levi threatened to force them off the stage, and you don’t think he was joking.
The wedding was fairly short--but only because Levi rushed everyone home; he just wanted to drag you off and keep you to himself for the rest of the day.
After the wedding, he takes you to a spot nearby to watch the sunset. He has a soft smile, and you can tell he’s genuinely happy.
You take HIM back to the hotel--he would’ve been fine staying there just a little longer, in the peace of it all.
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You’re literally taking his virginity. He saved himself for marriage; he wanted to make sure he gave himself to the right person.
Very nervous--and kind of insecure, too. He isn’t sure what you’ll think of him, and he’s worried about you seeing his scars. He STILL isn’t completely convinced you really want him.
Lots of body worship and reassuring him; he melts at your touch.
Once he gets comfortable and into it, he repeats “I love you” a lot.
He doesn’t last very long...but keeps going until you get off, too. He’s still a little confused by everything, so you have to teach him.
He’s half asleep after cumming--but still insists the two of you need to get in the shower.
Was too tired to stand, so you took a bath together instead. He falls asleep, leaning on you, when you massage his head.
You end up being unable to wake him up--the man is dead tired from not only sleep deprivation, the long day, but also his first time.
You can’t get him out of the bathtub, either--he’s too bulky to lift. You expected him to be much lighter due to his height, but his muscle makes him a lot more heavy.
Hange and Erwin have to be called to haul his ass--naked--out of the tub and into the bed. Hange is of no help since they’re laughing so hard--and Erwin is helping, but trying so hard not to break face and laugh too.
After they leave, you cover him up and cuddle into his frame; you could swear you heard a quiet, “thank you.”
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Hello :)
Sukuna. fluff. Pretty please.
Could you write something about sukuna falling for itadori's best friend. You can throw some angst in there too because I am a masochist❤️
Sukuna x F! Reader
oh god, this turned purely self indulgent halfway through. low key thinking of turning this into a series to give you the angst you deserve.
A/N: (reader is Itadori’s senior and is 18) (loosely inspired by the song “me and my husband” by mitski)
“And I am the idiot with the painted face
In the corner, taking up space
But when he walks in, I am loved, I am loved”
——-
- You had been one of the few poor senior students who had been victim to what had been Itadori’s “elevator pitch” for more people to join the occult club early back in high school. [the said “elevator pitch” being him jumping out at random people with a white bedsheet over his head saying “boo” as he handed you the club form]
- You didn't end up joining the club. But you somehow did end up getting joined at the hip with the chaotic mess under the white sheet.
- Whether it was you two rushing to the theatre to watch Jennifer Lawrence’s new movie, or going to a revolving sushi place [only to get pocky from a nearby vending machine instead because revolving sushi is apparently expensive], Itadori Yuuji had become a comforting and very important presence in your life.
- So of course when he suddenly dropped out of your life, being the worried friend you were, you decided to poke around a little only to find out that he was...dead?
- Maybe a few months down the line, you would’ve started to slightly recover from the tragic news you had just gotten. Instead, what you got was your supposedly dead best friend popping up days later to tell you that he ate a finger and now he was the vessel for some centuries old curse,,,
- Um yeah...safe to say that Yuji did not expect you to go into the fit of emotions that you did [boy had the audacity to call you dramatic for fainting and then crying while hugging him once you gained consciousness]
- some time passed and Yuji and you didn’t see each other much with him practically training to be the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. Still, simply happy to have him back alive, your brain managed to convinced itself that everything was still the same.
- And it was when he’d sneak out a day or two from his heavy schedule and you’d be back to your normal routine of watching movies, stuffing your face with snacks, getting your face licked by the mouth on Yuji’s hand…
- ,,,wait what
- The first time the curse had made contact with you was simply out of annoyance of why the stupid brat even took the time to see someone as mundane as you so often.
- His plan was to simply scare you into leaving, knowing it would cause the brat pain.
- So he grabbed the opportunity when Yuji moved forward to brush off some popcorn dust on the side of your mouth, not only licking the side of your face but also being successful in slightly grazing his teeth against your tender skin.
- Yuji had mentioned that being a vessel had caused some weird physical “abnormalities” for him. you didn’t understand it back then but at least knowing that had sort of prepared you for such an instance.
- So imagine the curse’s surprise [and an even further growing annoyance] when your eyes barely widened for a second before you burst into laugher,
“Didn’t you train your dog to not bite?”
- by now, Yuji had jumped 5 feet away from you and was still halfway through his string of apologies, but upon hearing your reaction, he mused on your fake calm while letting out a chuckle himself,
- “Guess I’ve got to get a leash for him”
- By this point, the ever so indifferent curse had taken two teenagers talking about him like a mere annoyance as a personal challenge.
- And that’s how it started.
- He’d come out every now and then, licking your fingers as Yuji passed you something or making lewd remarks on anything and everything that you ever started a conversation about.
- But you and Yuji barely paid him attention and it was an understatement to say that it infuriated the living hell out of him.
- Particularly you, who wouldn’t even be annoyed or sarcastic about his tactics anymore. Instead, treating him like a friend who was simply joining you and the brat to hang out.
- He hated it. Hated how bright your laugh was. Hated how you made them stop every time you saw a stray animal just so you could pet it. Hated how your skin was as soft as a cloud and how you sometimes smelled like cherry blossoms. He’d kill you in an instant if he could ugh.
- it was a weekend and Yuji and you had been watching a movie, even though Yuji was barely paying attention. You knew he was tired as his large frame slumped over your shoulder. Pulling the blanket up to his face, you once again felt the wet feeling of the assaults you had grown familiar with on the side of your hand.
- “You could’ve just asked for a pocky if you wanted one, no need to lick it off my fingers you grumpy little thing”, you laughed as you stood up to go to the bathroom
- that snapped the final string.
- Coming back into your living room, you wondered if Yuji had somehow gotten up in his sleep and managed to draw weird black lines over himself all in the span of 5 minutes.
- ‘Yuji, what the fuck?’
- ‘Well well, now who’s acting like a grumpy little thing’
- The deep voice sent rumbles down your spine and you knew in an instant what had happened.
- Even though your breath hitched in your throat and your body begged for you to run as fast away as you can, you held your ground as you simply tilted your head at the curse
- “Well, I’d like my best friend back if you don’t mind.”
- You saw the smirk on Sukuna’s face falter for just a second before he crossed the space between the couch and you.
- Now as strong of a front as you managed to hold up until now, watching something like that stride straight towards you would have had even the strongest of sorcerers shitting bricks.
- Instinctively, you took a few steps backwards, but he simply continued to close the distance between the two of you until you were backed up against the wall.
- You flinched as he slammed a hand right next to your head and he seemed to gain immense satisfaction from that as he looked down at your startled face with a smirk plastered on his tattooed face.
- Sukuna was sure that you’d be begging for his mercy any second now. His smirk widened and he was ready to mock your pleas as he saw you open your mouth to say something,
- “ ...so much for a damn pocky.”
- All those other times you had caught the curse off guard were nothing compared to the “partially-confused partially-baffled” expression that he held on his face now. It almost made him look human. Almost.
- You didn’t realise just how long you were holding his gaze until Yuji took back control and apologized like a million times over, reassuring you that he would’ve never let you get hurt.
- The curse didn’t show up for almost a week after that. And while you were grateful for not having to wash off your hands or face 14 times a day, you somehow felt anxious about its sudden disappearance.
- All those worries were thrown out the window as he once again showed up while Yuji was passed out on the couch after a particularly tough session with Gojo sensei.
- Looking at the curse, you felt anger more than anything, how could he just drop out on you with no warning and then show up in the middle of your living room- ...wait a second, why the hell are you mad at a literal curse for not telling you he was taking a mental health break or whatever it was that he was doing?
- While you sorted out through these conflicting thoughts in your mind, the curse seemed to be going through a similar crisis.
- Having woken up in the brat’s fragile human body with no warning whatsoever, Sukuna wasn’t in the mood to see your face so soon again. He didn’t know why your physical presence unsettled him so much. All he knew was that he hated it. Even more now that he knew what you looked like all scared and small compared to his vessel’s towering build, and how you smelled even sweeter than what he had tasted, and how despite all that you still had the courage to stand up to someone as dangerous as him. Ugh, disgusting.
- “The stupid brat passed out.”
- Such a simple statement caused you to snap your head up at him. But he didn’t wait for your reaction as he somehow managed to plop down on the couch while still looking graceful. Picking up the half eaten box of pocky, he warily pulled one out, eyeing it as if it was a poisoned dagger before breaking off a piece and placing it on his tongue.
- “This is what you would risk your life for, brat?”
- He turned his head slightly to look at you still frozen in place, staring at him with that doe eyed look that made his chest burn a little. Isn’t this what he wanted all along?
- “Are you simply going to stand there and gawk? I don’t bite-...well, not unless you ask me to.”
- He knew that would set you right back to your usual self,
- “...maybe we do need to get a leash after all.”
- Sukuna internally grinned as he saw you move to the other side of the couch, ready to hear whatever more of the snarky comeback that you’d have (not that he was anticipating it, it was just the better alternative to being gaped at. Or so he told himself)
- “You ate the non chocolate covered part of the pocky by the way-”
- “As if a layer of this disgusting brown substance can make the rotten stick taste bette-”
- “Well aren’t sticks all you had to eat in yOuR TiME anyways?”-
—-
- You somehow managed to fall asleep after the bickering, proceeding to sit in silence after you told him to not bother you while you tried to read. You wouldn’t admit it, but you were a little disappointed when he actually didn’t. Instead, he sat on the couch with a slight smirk still plastered on his face, continuing to simply gaze at you. your heart did lunges every time you slyly looked up from your book to take a peak at him. you wondered how many ways he had come up with to kill you so far.
- On the other hand, the curse sat idly, watching you while his thoughts rumbled in his mind. Maybe killing you can be pushed off the agenda for now. There are much better ways to hurt the brat anyways aren't there? Perhaps he could use one of these brownish covered sticks to-...what is he thinking?
- He ultimately deems it stupid brat’s humane emotions and sheer stupidity that must be interfering with his thoughts.
- A loud sneeze snaps him out of his daze as he sees you slumped against a pillow, your book falling off your lap. And then he does something that he immediately decides that he would pretend to have not done for the rest of his existence. Luckily, the brat takes back control right after he does it anyways.
- But that thought slips his mind as he finds himself replaying the serene look on your face as he gently pulled the book out of your hands, and how his hands shook a little as you nuzzled your nose into the fabric of the blanket that he pulled over you. How could you have felt so calm around him?
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