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mountttmase · 1 year

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reader purposely getting ex!mason jealous and him reminding her who she belongs too! a little bit of everything angst, fluffy, smut ;))

Let Me Try Again

Note - hope you all enjoy 💙 feedback would be lovely as usual 😘

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 4.5k

Warnings - fluff, smut and angst

Today was not supposed to be like this. You shouldn’t of been sat in the car next to your cousin’s best friend, you should of been sat next to Mason, in his car, before he opened your door for you to help you out. Leaving a kiss on your knuckles before he lead you by the hand up to the church where your cousin was about to tie the knot.

Instead your older cousin’s friend Ryan sat besides you, texting his mum to see where she and your mum we’re as you didn’t want to go into the church without them being there first.

‘They’re about five minutes away, we’ll get out in a sec’ he told you, looking over to see you staring out the window blankly. ‘You okay?’

‘Yeah’ you sighed, giving him a smile

Today was meant to me the day Mason finally met your family. Yes maybe at a wedding with everyone was a bit unconventional but it seemed the easiest way. You’d been together 8 months and the pair of you hadn’t managed to sort out a time to meet with your family due to his busy schedule and whenever he was free, your family seemed to be busy. It’s not even like you lived far from each other but for some reason it just never worked out.

It had been bubbling for a few weeks but everything blew up when you asked him to attend the wedding a few months ago. You’d had it all figured out however he had his own plans, telling you he wanted you to come with him to a wedding of an old family friend and wasn’t taking no for answer.

You’d argued about it for hours, in the end telling him that he never listened to you and you were done with his attitude. He always got his own way and the one time you asked him for something he couldn’t seem to do it for you.

He didn’t put up a fight, telling you to leave if that’s what you wanted and you left his house in a puddle of tears whilst he carried on life normally. You checked in with his instagram and whilst you knew it wasn’t a total reflection of him, he seemed happier with you gone. You thought you were happier too, but you knew deep down you missed him. Yes you had things you needed to work on but you were both too stubborn to be the first one to break it seemed.

‘I’m just gonna get out and stand for a minute, I don’t want my dress to crease too much’ you told Ryan, hopping out of the car so you could smooth down the silk skirt of the dress you were in. You felt good in it, wanting to look better than usual today in hopes it would lift your mood but it didn’t seem to be working.

‘Y/n?’ You heard, turning around to be faced with the last person you thought you’d see.

‘Debbie? What are you doing here?’ You questioned. Trying to play it cool and make out that you were happy to see her when inside you felt your heart drop to your tummy. You’d met Masons family a few times at games and when they’d popped round to his house sometimes. She was always sweet to you, making sure to question Mason on why he wasn’t putting effort into your family and he always promised he’d get better but never did.

‘The groom lived next door to us growing up, we know the family and him and Mase were little besties when they were growing up’ she smiled and you felt your face flush at the mention of his name. ‘What about you?’

‘The brides my cousin’ you confirmed, suddenly noticing his brother and father come over to see you and you let out a breath of relief as you noticed Mason was nowhere to be seen. ‘Well I guess I’ll see you in there? Maybe we can have a catch up later on?’ You smiled but your face soon dropped, watching Mason emerge from the drivers seat of a car that was parked opposite yours and he looked over to you instantly.

He looked good. Better than good, dressed in a grey suit that fitted him perfectly with his hair how you always loved it, short on the sides and long on top with his facial hair growing in longer than you’d ever seen it. You felt your knees weaken at the sight of him as your eyes dropped to the floor.

The next thing you felt was a hand on your shoulder, looking up to see Ryan peering down at you with a sympathetic smile.

‘You ready to go in?’ He asked and you nodded up to him with a smile. You got how it must of looked to the rest of them, like Ryan was your date and you were half thankful he was here with you now but you noticed how Debbie’s face had dropped a little bit.

‘I’ll see you guys later’ you nodded before linking your arm though Ryans so he could lead you up towards the church. ‘Thanks Ry’ you huffed as you finally got out of earshot from them.

‘You alright?’ He asked, knowing that it was Mason standing across the car park giving you daggers. Your family knew you had been seeing someone but only Ryan knew who Mason actually was.

‘I’m fine, I knew today would be hard but now he’s here anyway? What the fuck’ you sulked and you pouted up at Ryan as he let out a little laugh. ‘I had no idea they knew each other’ you explained as you made your way to your seats, saying a quick hello to your family and putting on your brave face.

Today wasn’t about you, so you pushed the thought of Mason to the back of your mind, thankfully he was sitting on the other side of the aisle and a row behind you so you could forget about him for a little bit, focusing on the ceremony until you had to make your way outside to mingle. After 15 minutes or so you took yourself off, walking along by the little lake so you could gather your thoughts but a cough made you look up into the nervous face of Mason.

‘Hey, y/n’ he smiled but you were unsure of what to do, your eyes falling to the floor and he rubbed the back of his neck like he always did when he was uncomfortable. ‘Sorry, I just didn’t want things to be weird so I thought we could talk? But I get it, I’m sorry I’ll go’ he half smiled before turning to walk away but he didn’t get very far.

‘Wait’ you called quietly and he was quick to turn around and face you. ‘It’s fine. It was just a bit of a shock to see you here. I’m guessing this is the wedding you wanted me to go to?’ You asked, rolling your eyes with a smile, making him laugh a little bit.

‘It is yeah. And I take it this is the one you asked me to come to?’

‘Yeah’ you breathed and you shook your head with a smile. ‘That’s just great’ you laughed, covering your face with your hands as you shook your head. ‘Just proves everything I said. We never did really know how to communicate properly did we’ you sighed, crossing yours arms over you body and you caught the upset look on Masons face.

‘Well I don’t know about that’ he told you with furrowed brows but you didn’t want to get into all that with him right now, looking over to all the other guests to see Ryan looking at you with raised eyebrows.

‘I should get going’

‘Why? Don’t want your date seeing us together?’

‘Are you jealous?’ You laughed, but he just scoffed at you, his cocky side now coming out to play but you were ready to give it right back to him.

‘Jealous? Of him?’ He smiled, nodding his head in Ryan’s direction. ‘Don’t make me laugh y/n. Why on earth would I be jealous of him?’ He asked and your confidence melted away a tiny bit until his hand found its way to your hip, his lips coming to your ear. ‘I’m jealous that he’s got you on his arm, yeah. You look amazing and I wish you were with me. But I’m not jealous of him in the slightest’ he told you confidently and you felt your legs turn to jelly.

‘I need to go’ you whispered, detaching yourself from him and rushing over to Ryan. He was quick to put his arm around your shoulder and bring him into your side, trying to comfort you and you tucked yourself into him.

‘You alright?’ He whispered and you nodded lightly.

‘He thinks you’re my date’ you told him, rolling your eyes and Ryan laughed out loud, causing your auntie to slap him on the arm to get him to be quiet.

‘Well I hope you set him straight’

‘I was sort of hoping you’d play along for a bit’ you laughed, but he looked horrified.

‘That’s so gross I can’t believe you’d even ask that’

‘Hey! I’m not that bad and I’m desperate here, Ry. Please just help me out’

‘What on earth are you expecting me to do?’

‘Nothing, just carry on as we have been. We’ve already fooled him as it is we don’t need to do anything more’

‘Fine, but you owe me’ he winked before holding his elbow out for you to link which you did quickly, following the rest of your family inside so you could grab a needed drink.

‘Who’s that boy you were talking too?’ Your auntie asked as you got inside, picking up a glass of champagne and passing you one. You didn’t like the stuff at all but it was free and you were hoping it might loosen you up and take your mind off of Mason, but he seemed to be everywhere you looked.

‘Just an old friend’ you shrugged, hoping that would satisfy her enough to leave the subject alone but luck seemingly wasn’t on your side today and she carried on.

‘You should get in there, he’s gorgeous’ she winked but you just rolled your eyes with a smile before going to speak to your grandparents, hoping they wouldn’t tease you about your love life too.

Mason was sat on the other side of the room thankfully when it was finally time to eat and you could only see the top of his head moving if you turned to face him so you put it to the back of your mind for a few hours, finally let your hair down and enjoy yourself a bit.

After the speeches, you were stood outside on the decking with Ryan, nursing your third glass of free champagne when you decided you were off to the bar for some something different. You hadn’t had anything to actually hydrate you for most of the day and you could feel your legs wobble as you made your way inside. Unfortunately the queue was pretty long but soon enough you felt a hand around your waist and a body press up against your back. You knew who it was instantly, the aftershave he had on was always your favourite and you unconsciously relaxed into his body before he held out a bottle of water in front of you.

‘What’s this’ you laughed, taking it from him and you felt his lips on your ear soon after.

‘It’s just water’ Mason murmured ‘don’t worry I haven’t done anything to it, the seals still intact’ he joked and you quickly inspected the lid before opening it and taking a sip. ‘See? All I’ve seen you drinking is champagne and you don’t even like the stuff’ he commented, your heart racing at the fact he’d been so observant with you and you were about to speak but your thirst took over you and you started gluging the water down.

Masons name was suddenly called from the end of the bar, and when you looked over there was an empty section that wasn’t in use where the bar manager seemed to be waving him over. He pulled you with him by the waist and the man gave the pair of you a smile.

‘Thought id save you queuing, what can I get you?’ He smiled and Mason looked slightly uncomfortable but smiled back at him.

‘Just a bottle of water please mate, and an apple juice’ he told him and with a quick nod he was off.

‘Trust you to get special treatment’ you laughed, turning to him but he looked a little embarrassed.

‘It’s not like I asked for it, I was happy waiting’ he told you, dragging you closer to him a bit and for some reason you didn’t fight him. It felt nice to be back in his company and sort of be on good terms. You kept your hands to yourself though, not wanting to give him any sort of weird impression but he didn’t seems to mind, his eyes flickering all over your face as you stood in front of him.

‘Here you go, you want it on your tab?’ He asked, setting the drinks down and Mason nodded before the guy walked off, leaving the pair of you alone again. He pushed the glass of apple juice over to you slowly and you looked up at him with curious eyes.

‘For me?’ You questioned and he nodded liked it was obvious.

‘It’s your favourite, right?’

‘Well yeah…’

‘I know your arms get weird if you drink too much. I’m just looking out for you’ He laughed, grabbing you a straw as you looked up at him through your lashes.

It was endearing how much he remembered, even silly things like how alcohol affected your body or how you liked to drink with a straw. You weren’t sure what to say or do though, frowning and becoming more confused when he turned you so your back was pressed against the bar and he stood in front of you, blocking your view of the whole room.

‘So what’s his name?’

‘What?’

‘This guy, what’s his name?’

‘Why do you care?’

‘I’m just curious. He seems really close with all your family’

‘Well that’s what happens when you all spend time together’

‘How long have you been together?’ He asked but you caught onto what he was insinuating right away.

‘Are you accusing me of cheating?’ You laughed but his face remained the same blank expression.

‘Not at all, I just think it’s weird how close you all are and we only broke up two months ago. It doesn’t make sense’ he commented and you were furious that he’d even mentioned it however you had been lying to him all day.

You scoffed, looking to the left of you where you caught sight of Ryan coming back inside, scanning the room, his eyes widening as he caught sight of the pair of you.

‘I should go’ you told Mason, pushing your way out of his grip and surprisingly he let you go. ’Thanks for the drink’ you whispered before stalking off to Ryan who tucked you under his arm.

‘Do I wanna know?’ He asked

‘He practically accused me of cheating’ you huffed ‘said you look too close to my family’

‘That’s because I am, this is so fucking weird, y/n just tell him’ he joked and you laughed along with him.

‘I will, I will. I just wanna make him suffer a little bit first’

You kept away from Ryan, but your eyes were fixed on Mason constantly, hoping to get under his skin. He was looking at you too, watching with wide eyes as you sucked your drink through the straw seductively and how your hips moved when you danced as the band started playing. You made sure to keep your distance though, whenever he slyly made his closer to you, you’d make sure you kept away and you saw how he pouted each and every time. You even lost him for a little bit while you were dancing, eyes constantly looking for him but it seemed no use, thinking maybe he’d left as he didn’t want to watch you teasing him anymore.

You made a quick dash to the loo a little while later and just as you were leaving you felt someone push you back inside and lock the door on the pair of you.

‘Mason? What on earth are you doing? You can’t lock me in here’ you laughed looking in the mirror and touching up your makeup as he stood with his arms crossed, blocking your exit.

‘You’re ignoring me’

‘How can I ignore you when you’ve disappeared for half an hour? What do you expect anyway? We’re ex’s Mason, we’re not supposed to speak’

‘But that’s not what I want’

‘Here we go again’ you huffed, turning to face him as you sat back on the sink slightly. ‘Everything’s all about what you want’

He didn’t say a word, just sighed as he looked to the floor, chewing his lip like he always did when he was upset. You hated the way he still had an effect on you and you felt yourself soften at his sad eyes.

‘This guy? Does he make you happy?’ He asked quietly, staring you down to see your reaction but you were done playing games with him now.

‘He’s my cousin’s friend, Mason.’

‘What?’ He asked with a disbelieving stare, his brows now furrowing.

‘He’s not my boyfriend or my date or whatever else. He’s my cousin’s friend, practically my family and I just went along with what you were saying because I didn’t want you to think I was some lonely looser’ you admitted

‘Oh’ he said, sounding surprised but you couldn’t look at him. Instead focusing on your fingers as you played with them in your lap. He didn’t move for a few moments, but you felt him stand eventually, making the few steps over to you before tilting your chin up so you’d look at him. His face was blank, you couldn’t tell what was going on behind his eyes but your heart was in your throat. ‘So you were trying to make me jealous on purpose?’ He asked, a small smile tugging at his lips and you knew he wasn’t mad at you.

‘Not on purpose’ you smiled and he raised his brows as if he didn’t believe you. ‘You just assumed and I didn’t correct you’ you shrugged as he stepped back before pulling you up and turning you to face the mirror so you could look at the pair of you. His hands settling on your waist and you instinctively lent back into him.

‘Look at yourself’ he whispered, lips to your ear as you felt your legs wobble, fingertips trailing up and down your sides making your arms erupt in goosebumps. ‘You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I don’t care what you say, you’re mine and you always will be so yeah, seeing you with some other guy who I don’t know is gonna make me jealous’ he told you, your heart hammering as he kissed your neck before nibbling in your shoulder. ‘Mine, yeah? No one else’s’ he breathed and you were about to speak but the reflection of his eyes in the mirror made you stop. ‘You gonna let me show you?’ He asked, already gathering up the skirt of your dress so he could access you and you didn’t argue with him or push him off, just slowly rested yourself on your hands so you were slightly bent over for him, parting your legs as soon as you felt his fingers brush over your underwear. ‘That’s it, good girl. You know exactly what I want don’t you?’

You couldn’t reply, his fingers on your clit instantly, rubbing slow circles and you nearly lost your mind straight away. Mason was the last person to touch you like this and he was still as good as ever, seeming to know what your body needed more than you did and he teased the life out of you.

‘Mason’ you breathed as his fingers worked their magic on you and you heard him growl into your neck.

‘Fuck I’ve missed that sound’ he told you, his hand leaving your waist so he could unzip his trousers and pull himself free. It wasn’t long before you felt him at your entrance casing a loud moan to tumble from your throat. He quickly pulled his fingers from you, licking them clean before he was covering your mouth. ‘Quiet, baby’ he whispered and you had to grip the sides of the sink so you didn’t melt at his words before he was pushing into you.

You couldn’t deny you’d missed the feeling of him between your thighs, the way he filled you up like no one else could and the fact you could see him in the mirror and he was holding your eye contact made you want to scream on the spot. But he was right, you had to be quiet so you wouldn’t be caught.

‘Gonna let me fill you up, baby?’ He asked as you took a couple of his fingers into your mouth, sucking on them gently as you faintly tasted yourself.

‘Please, Mase’ you spoke around his fingers as you felt him thrust into you a little bit harder.

‘Good girl’ he breathed, kissing the back of your neck as he grabbed a handful of you bum. ‘You’ll be walking around with me dripping out of you soon. Cause you’re mine, yeah? No one else’s’ he told you and soon after you were cuming around him, the feeling of you pulsing around him causing him to follow not long after.

You felt him pull out and attempt to clean you up before pulling your dress down back to where it was and turning you to face him. He moved to touch your face, running his thumb along your bottom lip to clean your lipstick up before tucking your hair behind your ear as you adjusted the knot on his tie that had come a bit loose.

Unsure of what was going to happen next, you kept your eyes on his chest until he dropped his head to catch your eyes, forcing you to look at him.

‘What happens now?’ You whispered and his face softened instantly.

‘What do you want to happen?’ He asked, his hands settling on your hips. ‘I meant what I said. You’re mine, yeah? I still want you’ he whispered and you felt your heart thud in your chest. ‘But I get it if you need more time’ he told you with a smile and a kiss to the forehead. You wanted to tell him you were done playing around and you were his, but you knew it would take more than a quick fuck in a toilet to sort out all your problems and you didn’t want to pick up exactly where you’d left off. ‘As much as I want to spend the rest of the evening alone with you I don’t think it’s best we hide out in here. Maybe I could come find you in a little bit?’

‘Okay’ you agreed and with a quick kiss to your cheek, he opened the door and left.

You took a second to collect yourself, laughing at the fact you were trying to keep away from him you you’d just let him fuck you in here and with one quick glance over yourself, you left. You didn’t know who you were looking for or where you wanted to go, but when you saw Debbie stood talking to a couple of other women and you felt drawn to her.

She noticed you coming, waving you over with bright eyes and pulling you into a quick hug that made you smile. You had a quick catch up before the subject of Ryan came up where you assured her he was your cousin’s friend and she let out a laugh.

‘Well I know Mason will be happy about that he’s been a right mardy bum today’ she joked and you couldn’t help but giggle. ‘I don’t know what happened but he didn’t tell me things were finished until last week’ she told you, rolling her eyes.

‘Oh, really?’

‘Yeah, I think if the wedding wasn’t today, he wouldn’t of said anything for a lot longer. I always told him he’d be stupid to let you go’ she huffed and you gave her a small smile.

‘Look Debbie, I love your son, I really do. But sometimes he’s…’

‘A bit of an arse?’ She finished and you both erupted into giggles. ‘Trust me love, I know. I raised him. But I also know how kind he is and how loving he is and how highly he thinks of you. He wouldn’t of been such a grump seeing you today otherwise’ she told you and you nodded in agreement. Deep down, you knew all of this already. ‘Speak of the devil’ she whispered as you felt a hand on your lower back.

‘Hey, mum’ he smiled, leaning over to give her a kiss on the cheek. ‘Do you mind if I steal y/n for a bit?’ He asked sheepishly and Debbie’s eyes flew to meet yours so you gave her a small smile and a nod before she patted him on his shoulder.

‘Don’t mess this up’ she told him quietly and you all laughed as she walked off, leaving the pair of you alone.

‘Will you come outside with me?’ He asked you with a smile and you nodded before he grabbed your hand and took you onto the decking where most people were gathered now. The sun was almost set, turning the sky a beautiful orange and pink colour and even though it had been warm all day, there was a slight chill in the air. The fairy lights hanging along all the wooden frame work of the decking made you feel like you were in a fairytale as he lead you into the middle of the dance floor.

He turned to face you with a shy smile, quickly taking off his jacket before helping you put it on so you wouldn’t be cold and you felt yourself blush as his scent overwhelmed you. You couldn’t look at him, eyes on the floor until he took your hands in his, placing one on his chest before wrapping his arm around your waist, threading his fingers through yours on the other hand before pulling you even closer.

The music was slow, and the pair of you were silent as he gently swayed you from side to side. You rested your head on his chest whilst he placed his cheek on the top of your head.

You felt the tears in your eyes slowly form, being this close to him and not knowing what it all meant. You didn’t want to get your hopes up for him to tear you down soon so you started to pull away but he didn’t let you, holding you even closer to him before tilting your face up to his.

‘What’s wrong?’ He’s asked, face now looking at you full of sympathy as he realised how upset you were. ‘Talk to me’ he breathed but you just nestled your head into his neck, unsure of what you wanted to say. ‘Can I say something then?’ He questioned and you nodded, dropping you arms to around his waist as he looped his around your back. ‘I miss you. I miss you a lot and I know I didn’t treat you right in the end. I was selfish and immature and I completely get if you don’t want to be around me anymore. Im still learning I guess, like how to be good enough for you cause I know I wasn’t, but it’s pretty obvious we’re not meant to be apart. I know I let you down and I’m sorry’

You breathed out a sigh of relief into his neck, thankful you were both sort of on the same page. You missed him too and you knew you didn’t want to be without him anymore.

‘I’m sorry too’ you whispered pulling back to look at him but he seemed confused. ‘It wasn’t all you. I feel like we forgot how to talk to each other in the end. Like I planed this whole day out in my head and just assumed you’d come’ you chuckled

‘You don’t need to be sorry for that, it should of never of got to that point’ he told you, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. You both were a quiet after that, slowly swaying from side to side as you clung to each other but you still had a few questions for him.

‘Hey, Mase?’

‘Yeah’ he smiled, happy with the fact you’d used his nickname.

‘Why didn’t you tell your parents we were over? ‘ you asked and you saw his face drop as he shrugged his shoulders, his eyes looking anywhere but you as he clearly felt a little embarrassed.

‘Cause I didn’t want to admit it to myself. Telling them made it real and I knew I’d messed up’

‘Why didn’t you want to meet my family either?’

‘It’s not I didn’t want to’ he told you, finally looking down at you again so you could see the sincerity in his eyes. ‘Just scared I guess. I wanted them to like me’ he said and you gave him an understanding nod before he smiled at you brightly. ‘But you’ll be happy to know, I’ve spoken to your mum and I’m pretty sure she loves me’ he winked

‘You what?’ You laughed, pulling back so you could get a proper look at him but the way he was blushing let you know he was telling the truth.

‘Yeah, when you were shaking your bum trying to rile me’ up he joked and you blushed at him calling you out before he kissed your cheek gently ‘but yeah I went and introduced myself’

‘Wait, what did you say?’

‘I don’t really remember I was sort of bricking it. Told her I was a friend of yours and stuff but I think I made a good impression’

‘Oh yeah?’

‘Of course. She asked if I was single and if I would ever consider taking you out on a date’ he winked and you hid your face from him again, blushing furiously at the thought of your mum trying to set you up. ‘I told her I would love to, that I’ve wanted to for weeks and that I hope I could convince you cause you deserve to be treated like the princess you are’ he told you softly and you felt you eyes well up before you looked up at him. ‘So what do you say? Will you let me try again?’

You didn’t speak, afraid of how your voice would sound but you nodded up at him with a smile before he crashed his lips into yours. You didn’t mind though, you’d been itching to feel his lips on yours since the second you’d seen him get out of the car this morning and you completely lost yourselves as you stood in the middle of everyone sharing the sweetest kiss you’d ever had.

‘I bet your mum thinks I’ve put the moves on you quickly’ he joked as he pulled away and you quickly looked over to her, seeing her smiling widely with her hands clutched over her chest. ‘We should probably go and talk to her, I feel like I need to explain who I am properly’ he laughed and you smiled up at him sweetly.

‘How about you get me another apple juice first and then we go see her?’ Her you winked as he took your hand, slowly walking you back inside and towards the bar.

‘You drive a hard bargain’ he laughed and you followed him inside, your heart feeling more whole than it had in months. You knew it wouldn’t be easy and things would have to changed but as you caught the dimpled smile of your favourite brown eyed boy, you knew things would be okay.

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aetherdoesthings · 2 months

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Hey! 👋🏽 Can we get some slow dancing in the kitchen on a rain day with Sanji? Sanji seems like the type of romantic to like that. I'm sorry I don't have more to the ask, I've just been thinking about it all day lol

hey :)! sorry this took a while. i had quite the busy week.

forethoughts: okay a lot of things is happening in my life rn so i tried to finish a request. my work, social, romantic (somehow) life started to culminate in one but it's fine :D. a little rushed imo, so rlly sorry if it isn't good.

notes: gn!reader, fluff, slow dancing?

On some days of the Sunny, it wouldn’t be as bright and shiny. Whenever the ship traversed through harsher seas and rougher terrains, terrible storms would alway ensue. Some days you’d be lucky, and it would only be a drizzle and you were just confined inside. Some days you weren’t, and it would turn into an all hands on deck type of scenario. Thankfully, Nami had reported it was just a light rain, and the Sunny would pass the rainy patch in a day or two. That meant the entire crew was stuck inside. Robin and Nami would be in their respective offices; Robin in the library researching poneglyphs and Nami busy drawing maps. Zoro was probably asleep or training. Luffy, Usopp and Chopper would be trying to find some type of game they could play without wrecking the place. Franky was somewhere in his workshop building something new.

You laid down on the dining table, arms out as you stared at the ceiling. Your boyfriend was busy in the kitchen cooking up a snack for you to eat, humming a nonexistent tune. You would be lying if you said you were happy with your current condition. You hated rainy days; everyone hated rainy days. As much as you all respected Franky for building the Sunny and decorating the inside, it was not stimulating enough to cure your boredom.

Sanji seemed to take notice, letting out a little chuckle. “Why the frown, dear?”

“I’m bored.” You replied flatly.

“Do you plan on staying like this the entire day? Lying down in the center of the dining table like a sacrifice?”

“Yes. I would very much rather be a sacrifice than be stuck inside.”

"Surely you wouldn't occupy the table for the rest of the day. "

"Try me."

Sanji chuckled. “But I need to serve dinner eventually.”

“I’ll move.” You shifted your body, gazing at your blonde haired personal chef as he walked towards you, one of his hands carrying your favorite snack. He set it in front of your face, a warm and comforting smile on his.

“Don’t frown, okay, dear? As much as I love how cute you look when you pout, I don’t like seeing you sad. It makes me sad.” Sanji’s hand ran through your hair, ruffling it up a bit. You instinctively let out a chuckle at his action, reluctantly sitting up and taking the plate. Sanji got onto the table next to you, staying by your side as you ate the food. He watched you devour the plate without leaving a single crumb. You set the plate by your side, prompting Sanji to jump off the table, offering a hand towards you. With his ‘help’, your feet made contact with the ground again, your hand resting in Sanji’s. In a single motion, he pulled your body close to yours, wrapping his arms around your shoulder.

Suddenly, music started to play from nowhere, serene jazz music filling the empty kitchen. You figured Brook was lurking somewhere on the rafters, just hanging by a bone and playing his violin. Or maybe it was a tone dial. Nevertheless, music filled your ears, blocking out the sound of the pouring rain. Sanji’s footwork was light as ever, making you unable to sense where he was or what his next move was. You could only tell by his breathing where he was, feeling the wind brush against your neck and graze your cheek. The chef held you close to his body, perfectly aligning it with his like two puzzle pieces fitting together. Sanji’s touch was gentle and reassuring, as if to convey all his love and affection through the warmth of his embrace. You rested your head on Sanji’s chest, hearing the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, feeling the rise and fall of his breath. With every step Sanji led, your worries and troubles faded away, love and affection filling the space. All your focus was on the man in front of you. The kitchen slowly transformed into your little oasis, a place of love and solace, rid of anxiety or stress.

Maybe some rainy days weren’t that bad after all.

#one piece #op #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #sanji x reader #aetherasks #slow dancing

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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Can we have more about Hugo?! I think that was one of my favorites!

Yes! I am a bear girl and I am willing to write a lot of Hugo <3

Werebear (Hugo) x female reader

Word Count: 2k

🌶️ NSFW MASTERPOST 🌶️

W: attempted sa, xenophobia themes between fairyfolk and humans, implied violence, vaginal and oral sex, anal play, nsfw were bear smut, dubcon

"I'm sorry, Hugo, but Rod is making me go to this birthday thing,” you groaned into the phone as you pulled up to the bar where your boss was holding his non-optional birthday celebration after work.

At the very least, everyone who attended got a free beer, so you’d pulled a clean sweater out of your locker after work and fluffed your hair. Now you were slapping on some lip gloss so you didn’t look like you’d literally just come off the factory line even though you had.

“Come home, you worked two shifts. You are exhausted,” he growled, “you shouldn’t even be driving. I told you I would come pick you up!”

“I can’t!” you snapped back, “I have to go and I’m perfectly fine to drive.”

“You are tired and going to drink!” he hissed back, “I’m coming to get you.”

“Do not come get me!” you said.

“Where is it?” he growled.

You glanced at the giant red plastic sign of a dancing crab out of your front window.

“Timmy’s Crab Bucket,” you read the name of the joint off of the screen, “but don’t bother coming down here. I’m not staying long. I’m just going to get a beer, tell Rod happy birthday, and come home. I’m beat,” you sighed, “I probably won’t even drink it.”

He snorted and the line went dead.

You rolled your eyes at your grumpy mate, but were too tired to call him back. You just wanted to get this over with so you clutched your purse to your side and headed into the restaurant.

Greeted by a few of your also exhausted coworkers, you made your way to the bar to grab a beer and pretend to settle before you could make your excuses to leave.

“You smell nice, (Y/N),” Rod said, standing a little too close as he eased a bottle in front of you, “I’m thrilled you made it!”

You gave him a wan smile holding back the retort that it wasn’t optional.

“Happy Birthday!” you said instead, holding up your beer.

Rod was your average middle aged, middle management bloke. He wore tapered jeans with a brown belt and grey New Balances. His flat, brown hair was thinning and his blue polo had a stain on it, but he wasn’t a bad looking guy. If you hadn’t met him at work, he was the sort of person you’d run into at the hardware store giving women unsolicited advice on products.

His eyes drifted all over you. You noted the moment they landed on the bite on your shoulder, your oversized sweater revealed and narrowed. It was only for a second and they quickly moved on to your chest.

“Lemme get a kiss for my birthday!” he said, pulling you in for a hug and forcing your face to his cheek.

You instinctively stumbled back out of his arms after smashing the corner of your mouth awkwardly against his.

“S-so got anything planned for the next year in your life?” you asked, trying to slide away from him.

He caged you in against the bar, with his arms. Rod wasn’t massive or built, but he was bigger than you. Taking a step in he leaned down to you, so you could smell the hard liquor on his breath.

“Maybe start a new relationship,” he said, “there’s a pretty girl I’ve had my eye on.”

Your eyebrows went up.

“Need another drink, sweetheart?” the wolf bartender asked you, to your relief, glaring at Rod and seeming really eager to take the beer in your hand away from you.

You took the opportunity to manoeuvre out from under him and took a few steps down the bar to talk to the bartender.

“I think I’ll just have a glass of water,” you said, passing the beer to him. You suddenly felt too uncomfortable to drink. He gave you a worried look and took it, returning with a glass of water.

You wandered away to try and talk to a few coworkers, feeling someone’s eyes on you. Warily you glanced up as Rod threw a few shots back at the bar with some of his buddies. They were gesturing and looking at you, seeming to be getting more and more upset about something. Feeling weird about the whole thing, you decided it was time to go and said your goodbyes to your coworkers. Abandoning the cup of water at the bar, you quickly made your way to your car through the empty parking lot.

“Where you running off to doll?” Rod’s voice behind you made you freeze, just as you got to your car. You turned slowly, squeezing your eyes shut and wincing before schooling your features.

“Just tired,” you said, your eyes darting to the two other guys standing by him, “figured I’d head home early. I work first shift tomorrow.”

“You weren’t even gonna say goodbye to me?” he pouted and they all took a few steps towards you, backing you up against your car. A finger drifted over the bite on your neck.

“You animal fucking whores are so stuck up,” he slurred with a growl, “what’s wrong with human men? Sick girls like you only wanna fuck pigs and dogs. There’s got to be something wrong with your brain. Daddy touch your princess parts when you were a little girl or something? That why you’re so fucked up?”

You took a step back only to run into your car.

“What?! Rod? What the fuck are you talking about?” you hissed. Rod had mentioned his anti-Fairyfolk sentiments in passing, but never like this. You’d just ignored it and kept your silence because he was your boss and you didn’t want to piss him off, but this was way over the line. You turned around and fumbled with your keys.

“Look, you’re drunk and I’ve got to go home,” you said, trying to get your door open, “fuck off!”

“Ahh!” you cried as he grabbed you roughly by your hair and pushed you against the car.

“Let’s give ‘er some human cock,” one of his friends chuckled, jerking your wrist painfully and pressing your hand to his crotch, “That’ll fix er.”

“Get off!” you howled, but no one heard that.

What they all heard very clearly was the roar that rose up behind them. A roar you recognized.

“Hugo!” you gasped, collapsing against your car as the pressure on your scalp released.

You didn’t know where the men went or what Hugo did with their bodies, not bothering to turn around. Covering your ears you tried to block out the screams until there was silence. Flipping back around Hugo was stomping across the parking lot, blood splashed on his chest, his eyes flaring.

You took a step back into your car, your heart fluttered. He looked utterly feral, his muzzle wrinkled and his teeth bared. His claws were out and his arms raised as all eight feet of him thundered towards you.

“I told you to come home after work,” he growled, looming over you.

“I- I- had-Rod…” the words died on your lips, your eyes were wide and you were shaking.

The reason you had to show up to this thing was probably dead, your excuse was meaningless.

“Then, I told you I would come and pick you up,” he hissed, “you didn’t listen to me either time because you are an insufferable stubborn ox.”

He pulled you up to face him sniffling your cheek.

“His scent is all over your lips,” he snarled, “did you kiss him?!”

Tears leaked down your cheeks.

“I didn’t want to, he grabbed me!” you stammered.

A deep rumble rose in his chest and he pushed your head down. With a quick flick of his wrist, his cock popped out of the sweatpants he was wearing and he shoved it past your lips without another word, his hand buried in your hair. He as so tall he didn't even need to push you onto your knees, just shove you against the car so you were hunched a bit.

Instinctively, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your mouth watered at your mate’s familiar scent and taste. Groaning you sucked him to the back of your throat.

Clutching the back of your head he fucked your face, his balls slapping wetly on your chin as you drooled on the massive cock you could barely fit in your mouth. He jerked you off of him, leaving a trail of spit and precum leaking down your chin. Flipping you around, he threw you over the hood of your car.

You screeched as his claws shredded your leggings, leaving your ass bare to the blessedly empty parking lot.

“I’m gonna fuck the sense into you, woman,” he snarled, slapping your ass with his massive hand.

“No! Hugo! Stop! Not here!” you howled, but he was already shoving his tongue into your pussy to get you ready for him.

“I’m not putting you in my truck smelling like that bastard,” he growled into your pussy, his voice ragged and hoarse, “his scent is all over you. Did you let him touch you anywhere else?”

“No! No!” you whimpered.

He wasn’t listening, his tongue roughly lapping at your clit, pushing the hood out of the way so that the pebbled flesh was torturing your tender nub. Your pussy leaked at the rough treatment and you cried into the cool metal of your car.

His hot breath made clouds of steam around your cunt as he devoured it until you were soaked, aware of the hot wet streaks making their way down your thighs. When you came a rush of hot fluid poured out of your pussy drenching the scraps of your leggings.

Standing, he grabbed you by the back of your head with his thick hand and shoved you into the hood, mounting you. You screamed his name as his cock stretched you, mercilessly.

“That’s it, honey cake,” he groaned, bottoming out inside of you, “I want them to hear you screaming my name inside.”

He slammed his hips into you, more confident now that he’d taken you a few times. He knew how hard he could push you and how roughly he could batter your tight little cunt. It never got old to him. He could fuck you slowly, quickly, sleepily, it didn’t matter. Each time his cock got painfully hard and his balls heavy with the urge to pump his cum into you.

He was manic with blood lust and needed to seed you, shoving your much smaller body over and over into the hood of your car as he used your pussy. You gasped as his thick finger found your asshole, something he’d never done before. He’d been waiting to explore this, but suddenly he needed to punish you a bit for disobeying him. The large digit speared you, making tears come to your eyes and you spat out incomprehensible curses.

It didn’t feel bad, it was just an unexpected invasion and there was a slight pinch of pain at first. Soon he was pumping his one finger, then two inside of you at the same pace as his cock fucking your pussy and you could only drool and whine.

His heavy body came down over you, not squishing you, but pressing you firmly into the hood. Your clit ground against what was left of your panties, driving conscious thoughts from your mind.

“You’re my woman, (Y/N). I own every part of you. You’re gonna listen to me when I tell you to come home,” he snarled in your ear, “say yes, sir.”

You bit your lip, trying to resist his little power play, but he thrust into you extra hard, scissoring his fingers in your asshole and the words tumbled from your lips.

“Y-yesssiiiiii….ahhh,” you groaned, your ass and pussy clamping down on him as you came in a breathless rush.

He roared, emptying his hot load into you as he pulled you up to his soft chest. You went limp in his arms and he held you for a few minutes catching his breath.

“Uh excuse me?” a familiar voice chimed in with a cough.

Hugo pulled you to his chest, cradling your slack body for your dignity. You glanced up to see the wolf bartender standing there.

“You two should probably get out of here so I can call the police about the bodies in the ditch over there,” he said, “I saw a wild brown bear attack them. It’s not safe to hang out around here with those sorts of animals creeping around in the dark.”

He shot you and your werebear mate a smile before heading back inside. Hugo snuggled you to his chest and stroked your hair, carrying you to his truck.

“And you’re not going back to that factory,” he grumbled as he arranged you in his lap and started it up.

“Then what am I going to do,” you bickered softly, “sit around and eat bon bons all day? I’m not quitting the factory.”

“Yes you are,” he grumbled, kissing your head, “you’re going to follow me around all day and look cute while I work.”

You rolled your eyes even as you closed them, too tired to fight anymore.

“Okay, Hugo,” you murmured, finally drifting off to sleep on his chest.

#werebear #werebear x human #werebear x reader #x reader #monster boyfriend #monster fucker #monster smut #yandere smut #yandere male #yandere x reader #soft yandere #monster x reader #size difference

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lowkeychenle · 10 months

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You're Not Sorry [ZCL]

Content Warnings: This fic deals with infidelity and is very angsty. Please read with caution if infidelity can be a trigger for you.

Description: You and Chenle broke up two weeks ago. The first time he calls you at 3am, you ignore it. Then he calls again. You answer, and you go to him knowing there's nothing he could do to fix what he's broken.

Genre: Angst. All angst. Help. (but also I pride myself on my angst so maybe read it anyway???)

Word Count: 2,218

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader (mentions of Mark at the end, mentions of the Dreamies throughout)

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You haven’t heard from Chenle in two weeks. At first, you didn’t want to. Not after everything that happened and what he did. You were perfectly fine with never speaking to him again, but now that he’s been silent, you crave his presence even when you shouldn’t.

At the exact end of week two, your vibrating phone wakes you up at three in the morning. Rubbing your eyes, you sit up in bed and grab it. Chenle’s name sits in big letters on your screen, and at first, you’re not sure what to do. Your muscle memory demands you answer him, because it’s obviously important if he’s calling you at 3am, but you don’t want to go down the wrong path. You don’t want to risk forgiving him simply because you’re sad, hurt, and lonely.

Your palms sweat and your heart races as you continue to stare. When it fades to black again, you finally feel like you can breathe. You exhale shakily, suddenly wide awake at the intrusion of him. At that moment, you decide that you’ll answer if he calls a second time. If he does, it must be important. He could be in danger somewhere.

A minute passes. Two. You think you’re in the clear. It was another lame attempt to get you to talk to him, clearly. None of that matters. You can’t trust him anymore, no matter how much he insists he made a mistake.

3:03am comes around and your phone vibrates again. You grab it faster than you care to admit.

“What?” you snap.

He doesn’t say anything yet. You hear him breathing shakily, but that’s it.

“If you don’t tell me why you’re calling, I’m hanging up.”

“Please don’t.” His voice is fragile, thick. “Please.”

You don’t know where he’s at, but you can imagine. You imagine him in his bed, blinking past tears, staring at his ceiling as he yearns to have you next to him. But you didn’t ruin that image—he did. All of this is his fault.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“Did you need something?” you hiss, pushing the words past the lump in your throat. “Or did you call to make things harder for everyone?”

“Yeah,” he inhales sharply. “I…something happened with the car, and I’m just sitting on the side of the road. The managers don’t know I left, and if I call them, I’ll get in so much trouble—”

“Are you just now learning that your actions have consequences, Chenle?” You don’t mean to sound so harsh, because at the end of the day, you still love him. You love him way more than you should and way more than you want to.

“(Y/N), please.” He pauses.

“What about the boys?”

“You know why I can’t call them.”

Oh, right. They’re even more pissed at him than you are.

“It’s okay if you hate me,” he mutters. “It really is. I don’t blame you, but I need you. Don’t make me do this alone.”

Your heart twists so violently in your chest, you swear you feel a rib crack. Chenle, if nothing else, has always been good at making you feel. Whether it’s happiness, heartbreak, or hurt, you feel it.

“Damn it.” You shake your head, throwing your comforter off your lap. “Send me your location. I’ll come get you.”

“Thank you.” The relief in his voice sends another pang through you.

“Don’t get used to it. And don’t you dare ever do something stupid that I have to save you from again. Do you understand me?”

“Yeah. I won’t.”

You hang up on him while cursing under your breath. After all of this, you’re still going to help him?

Of course, you are.

He’s Chenle, and you’re you. Forever intertwined even when it breaks you into pieces to realize that. Soon enough, all that will be left is the one part of you attached to him—your heart. The rest of you will break down, disappear, but somehow, he’ll have your heart in his hand, squeezing it much too tightly for comfort.

Your phone vibrates once to indicate he sent you his location, and you pull on a pair of sweatpants and run a brush through your hair. Before you know it, you’re driving to the literal middle of nowhere at 3:30am to pick up your ex-boyfriend.

You see the familiar black SUV, the one with the blacked out windows and special license plate, and you park your car behind it. Taking one last deep breath, you stare as he climbs out of the driver’s seat.

Even though it’s only truly been a couple weeks, it seems as if it’s been years. Decades. And him looking exactly the same as the man you once knew has you shaking. You’re not sure what to say to him when he sits down in your passenger seat, but his beautiful brown gaze meets yours.

The lights are dim, but it’s enough to see the redness on his cheeks, in his eyes, at the tip of his nose. His jaw quivers at the sight of you, but that’s when the lights fade to black. The new moon isn’t even enough to give him a glimpse of you. Blue LEDs are all that’s left—the quiet glow bouncing off his skin and making him realer. He’s sitting right in front of you, a longing look on his face as if he’s not the one who fucked everything up in the first place.

“What the hell are you doing out at 3 in the morning?” you ask him, driving off.

“Couldn’t sleep.” He shrugs, hands fidgeting in his lap.

You spend the majority of the ride in complete silence. The radio is off, and all you hear is him trying to breathe normally. You’re not much better, either. You blink back tears, refusing to let him see how upset you are by all of this. If he loved you, he never would’ve done it in the first place. You have to remember that.

It’s not until you pull into his driveway that he speaks.

“They’re so mad at me.” He looks straight forward, neither of you brave enough to initiate eye contact.

“They should be. Deserve to be, actually. You didn’t just hurt me, you know.” You grip the steering wheel until your knuckles pale, wishing he would get out and go inside.

“I’m mad at them, too.” He wets his lips.

“You’re mad at them for what?” You scoff, anger bubbling in the pit of your stomach. “Mad because they caught you in the first place? Or mad because they all agreed to tell me?”

“It’s not any of their business.”

“Oh, right, so you’d never tell me. You’d let me continue to love you when you couldn’t be bothered to give me the same?” You’re not sure where your confidence is coming from. This is Chenle—the man you love, and someone you never imagined would put you in a situation like this.

“It was a mistake—”

“It doesn’t matter. It happened. You fucked up. They’re the best people, you know that? You’re pissed because all six of them are better than you. Because none of them would’ve ever stooped to the level you went. And because you hate the idea that someone else is able to comfort me. What did you expect? That they would comfort you?” Your grip tightens somehow, and you finally look at him.

He’s in tears. The liquid running down his cheeks reflects the luminescent blue, and it’s almost enough to make you feel bad for him.

“It wasn’t even once, either. It was twice. You did it twice.” You let out a throaty laugh, knowing this is the furthest thing from funny.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I never wanted to lose you, ever. We’re supposed to get married and have cute babies that look like you, and—”

“We don’t get to do those things anymore,” you snap, shaking your head.

“Do you hate me?” he whispers. “You should, but I can’t handle the thought of that.”

“Hate you.” You drop your head back on the seat. “I wish I could. I wish I could stop loving you because it hurts so fucking bad. You threw away everything, and for what?”

“I can do better.”

“You don’t get the opportunity.”

“Please. I know I can do this.” His eyes widen and his eyebrows furrow, truly pleading.

“Staying faithful shouldn’t be hard, Chenle.”

“I love you.” His voice doesn’t break. It shatters. “Baby, please.”

“If you love me, you’ll respect my decision. You’ll just leave.” You close your eyes, and a tear runs down your cheek.

He, instinctively, you assume, reaches up and swipes his thumb across your skin. “Life wouldn’t be the same without you.”

“Consequences,” you repeat. “Your actions have consequences.”

Regardless of what you should or shouldn’t do, you lean into his touch. Into the warmth his skin provides that you’re scared you’ll never feel from someone else ever again.

“I’m so sorry,” he says again. “I’ll never forgive myself for what I did, and you shouldn’t either. But please know I love you. I always have, and I always will.”

“Chenle,” you murmur.

“Yes?”

“Don’t call me anymore.” You gulp. “I won’t answer.”

You see the hurt play out on his face, but you know it’s only a fraction of what he put you through.

When he opens the door, the frigid air replaces him. A shiver runs through you, but you’re not sure if it’s from the cold or from the way it feels like your heart and soul are being ripped to shreds for a second time.

You thought he was the one. You thought he was perfect for you. Perfect in general.

You thought you didn’t deserve him, and it’s a damn shame that it took until now for you to realize it’s the other way around.

He stands in the driveway, illuminated by your headlights until you’re pulling away and driving off down the street. You watch him through your rearview mirror, holding your breath as he gets smaller and smaller.

As soon as he’s gone from your sight, a sob cracks open your chest. You scream and cry for all the things you lost, and you don’t even know where to go from here. You’re barely a mile away from Chenle’s when your phone starts ringing again.

Your chest still shakes from the pain, but you answer Mark’s call.

“Yeah?” You sniffle, aggressively wiping your eyes.

“What’s going on?” he asks quickly, voice laced with worry. “I swear, I was dead asleep and then I just…I woke up. And then I saw your location at Chenle’s, and I want to make sure you’re okay.”

You take a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m okay. He was stranded and called me for a ride home.”

Mark sighs. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). You should’ve called one of us.”

“I know.” You run your fingers through your hair. “I’ll be fine. I just need to go back to sleep.”

“Do you want to come here?” he offers. “You don’t have to be alone if you don’t want to be.”

You contemplate for a moment. When the boys sat you down to tell you what Chenle had done, Mark was the one who made sure you got home alright. He stayed with you for that one night to make sure Chenle didn’t show up after you broke things off.

“Can I do that?” you whisper, afraid your voice will break if you speak any louder.

“Of course,” he says. You hear him shuffle around in the background, presumably getting out of bed.

“Thank you,” you say, relieved. “It’s literally taking all of my strength not to turn around and go back to him.”

“Doesn’t matter what he thinks, you’re a part of us now, okay? We take care of our own,” Mark replies. “Just get here safe.”

You say your goodbyes and hang up, switching directions to find Mark and Haechan’s apartment. When you park your car in the lot, it takes a few minutes to work up the courage to get out.

And then you’re standing in front of the building, looking up to the fifth floor where you know they’re at. The air is so frigid, you can see your breath clouding around you. It sinks into your skin, into your bones, but for some reason, it’s the first time tonight that you feel you can breathe. As the chill sets in, so does reality. So does the truth.

A man who loves you won’t do the things Chenle did. He wouldn’t be defensive if his friends told you about it, and he certainly wouldn’t be calling you at 3am, crying and begging for help.

You inhale deeply, tasting the freezing cold as if it’s palpable.

It’s not going to be easy. In fact, it’ll probably be the hardest thing you’ve ever done, but this was the last straw. You don’t want to be in pain. Or feel unloved. You know you deserve more than that.

You promise yourself at that very moment that you’ll never allow yourself to go back.

You’re going to get over Zhong Chenle, even if it tears you to shreds in the process.

It can’t be worse than what he’s already done.

#chenle #nct dream #nct dream chenle #nct dream imagine #nct dream angst #nct dream chenle angst #zhong chenle #chenle angst #chenle imagine #nct imagines #nct #nct scenarios #chenle scenarios #nct angst

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dancingdonatello · 1 year

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Hi I don’t know if your taking requests right now but I had something in mind.

Donnie x a reader who’s really effected by sudden weather changes. Like they’re sick suddenly because the weather has been all over the place for a few days.

That happens to me sometimes and it sucks because you don’t see that shit coming had the idea since it happened a few days ago.

rise donnie x gn reader

Everyone had a role to play.

Raph was the one to read your eulogy, Mikey was arranging your ‘coffin’ and placing decorative pillows around you, and Leo was the one to fake cry with tissues.

Sadly, Donnie refused to play along.

He stared down at you, unamused. “Get off the couch. You’re not dead.”

“I’m about to die,” you told him, coughing

“You have no reason to die. You’re perfectly fine. You’re not bleeding out nor do you have a terminal illness.”

“It was 70 yesterday… and now it’s snowing.” You sniffled, miserable. Donnie also looked miserable, but it was most likely because of the cold and not because he was sick like you. And maybe because he was annoyed. But that was a maybe.

He took in a deep breath for a moment, calming himself. His brothers quickly side stepped away, not wanting to get involved if his patience snapped.

“There is no need to be laying around when you could be taking medicine to make yourself feel better.”

Okay. Fine. That was the real reason he was mad at you. You refused to take any medicine he offered, mostly because of the fact that he made it himself and had not tested it at all for side effects.

You waved him off, coughing again. He groaned, clearly disliking your distrust in his personally made drugs. He stalked off and you feared that he would ignore you for the rest of the day until you saw him return with a blanket.

One of his personal blankets that he always fought Leo over when he tried to steal them.

Your eyes widened. You said nothing but secretly hoped that he was about to do what you thought he’s about to do. You held back a squeal when he sat down beside you and placed the blanket around your shoulders.

He tugged it firmer around you and tightened it perfectly against your body. He put his arm around your shoulder and tucked you into his side.

You shook and trembled with your barely contained happiness. “Are you still cold?” He asked in surprise. “Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll warm up in a few minutes.”

#rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #rise tmnt x reader #donatello x reader #rise donnie x reader #donnie x reader #rottmnt x gn reader #donatello hamato #tmnt donnie x reader

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timetoletmyimaginationfly · 5 months

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Mistletoe

Nanami Kento x Reader

(Song: Mistletoe by Justin Bieber)

You entered the hall that was rented from the CEO. Everyone was surprised but the excitement level was surreal. Everyone was decorating in the early morning and you happily volunteered to help. You love the holidays and Christmas is your favorite of all.

“I got the lights!” you announced happily.

“Where should we put the lights?” Gojo asked.

“Around the pillars,” you said. “We’ll go on from there.”

“Yes ma’am!”

The whole decorating process occurred at ease. You organized your team well with the decorations and food. Everyone worked efficiently and well together, and you were proud.

“Nanami-san!” Geto called. You turned around, and at the door was the CEO. Nanami Kento. Nanami looked around. It made you wonder if he liked how the place looked.

“It’s very festive,” he said and looked at you. “Did you organize all this?”

“A-All of us did,” you answered.

“She lead us all, bossman!” Gojo exclaimed and gave you a wink. Nanami’s eyes never left you. You blushed when he smiled.

“Efficient as always,” he complimented. You gave him a big smile and suddenly turned around when you heard Shoko call your name. You walked over to her and helped with the table decorations. Gojo took this opportunity and nudge his arm with his elbow.

“Nanamin, I see hearts in your eyes,” he teased. Nanami blankly stared at Gojo. “I think she likes you too. And you know what would be an amazing idea?” Nanami stayed silent. “Mistletoe.”

“Go back to decorating.”

“Don’t worry! I brought one with me and I will surprisingly place it somewhere for you two.” Nanami sighed but he thought of ways to maybe get you under that mistletoe with him.

“Nanami-san!” you called. He looked up at you.

“Kento is fine,” he said. “We’re not on the clock.”

“If you say so, Kento. You don’t mind putting the star up the tree? I’m too short for it.” Nanami smiled and took the star from your hand. He followed you and stood behind you as he tip toed up the tree.

“Anything else you need me to do?” he asked. You blushed at the close proximity when you turned around to face him. You watched his cheeks flush ever so slightly.

“P-Pick me up tonight?” you asked, suddenly feeling shy.

“I can do that too,” he said with a soft smile.

You made sure your hair was perfect. Your outfit was perfect. Make up was perfect. Heck! Even your choice of shoes and bag was perfect. With one last look in the mirror, you smiled and grabbed your coat.

The doorbell rang. You quickly walked over to open it. Nanami stood there, looking perfect as ever. His hair neatly parted, he wore a white button up, with a pair of black slacks and suit jacket along with a navy blue tie with white accents with it, perfectly matching your dress.

“You look beautiful,” he said.

“You don’t look bad yourself,” you said.

“You ready?” You nodded. You put your coat on and grabbed your purse before locking the door behind you. Nanami opened your door and you happily thanked him.

The room was dim, green and red light all around the room. You were excited to see how the decorations turned out. It was way better than you pictured it.

“You did a great job leading the decorations,” Nanami said.

“Thank you for allowing us to have a party in the first place,” you said excitedly.

“Everyone deserved it,” he said. “Would you like a drink?”

“Yes please.”

Gojo ran up to you while you sat at the table, waiting for Nanami to return with the drinks. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders happily.

“Didn’t know you two came in as each other’s dates,” he said.

“I-I mean, I asked for a ride,” you said.

“Nanamin! Are you two each other’s dates?” Gojo asked when he watched Nanami walk closer to the table. You shyly thanked him for the drink.

“Yes, we are,” he answered as he took a seat next to you. You slightly choked on your drink. Gojo gave you a sly smile and wrapped both of your shoulders around his arms.

“I’m so happy!” he exclaimed. “I’ve been dreaming of this day! I’ll be right back! I see a cake calling my name!”

He left the two of you awkward at the table. You looked over at Nanami, who raised his glass to you. You clinked glasses with him before taking another sip.

“Did you not want to be my date tonight?” he asked.

“I-It’s not that!” you exclaimed. “I really wanted to. I—Yeah I wanted you to be my date. And thank you for picking me up. Um—“ Nanami called your name. You watched him stand up and reach his hand out to you. You held his hand and he helped you up to your feet. The two of you walked to a more secluded area of the room.

“I want to talk to you about something,” he said. “If you feel the same way, I would like to take you out on a date. I know we work together. I’m your boss and people talk—“ He stopped when he felt your finger on his lips.

“I would love to, Kento-kun,” you said happily. “I’m good at keeping secrets and staying profession.” You gave him a wink and Nanami couldn’t help but blush. “You know, since Christmas is coming up in a few days. I don’t have family and I’ll be awfully lonely.”

“What time should I be over?” he asked.

“Whenever you want to deal with me!”

“Then I’ll be over in the morning.” You shyly laughed, commenting on how cute he is. Nanami smiled and looked up. His eyes slightly widened. He tapped your shoulder and when you watched him nod up, you looked up.

There it was.

The mistletoe.

You blushed hard.

“It’s okay if—“

“No! I do! I’m just—I’m very nervous,” you said. “Not because you’re my boss. I just…I just really, really like you.” You felt his fingers cup your chin. You looked up at him with big eyes. Nanami slowly leaned in. By the time your lips were barely touching, he stopped. You could feel his hot breath against you.

“Merry Christmas, my dear,” he said softly and kissed you.

The two of you could hear a distinct voice cheering in the background. You couldn’t help but smile in the kiss, especially after hearing Shoko to tell Gojo to shut up and not ruin a special moment between you two.

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coramatus · 6 months

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Black Reshiram AU - part 3

Part 1 - Part 2

Emmet has to take a few days off work. The revelations that Ingo shared were just too much.

He spends the time cuddling his and his brother’s Pokémon teams. The gathered Pokémon do their best to take care of him in turn, keeping him fed and functional. They can do little more than watch in sadness as he cries.

To know that he was so close to getting his brother back, only to lose him to the machinations of higher powers…

It’s not fair… why did they both have to suffer for another’s amusement?

If Emmet ever meets Reshiram, he’ll… Well, he won’t be able to do anything really. But he’ll certainly give that feathery jerk a piece of his mind, Legendary Unovan dragon or not! And to think he liked Reshiram too!

It’s a lot to reconcile.

He wonders how Ingo is doing…

Ingo is not faring much better. He hides away in a cave, curled up in his dragon form, struggling to come to terms with his new reality.

But it feels impossible. Anger and guilt keep bubbling up, constantly reminding him of the unfairness of it all. Why should he have to suffer for the poor choices of others?

But that’s not fair either.

Everyone made the choices they thought best. His parent did it out of a love so misguided and oblivious that only a near-immortal could conceive it. And the old Ingo hadn’t known the full picture before agreeing to essentially die.

Current Ingo didn’t ask for any of this. He’d been perfectly happy living as a dragon, doing whatever he pleased. And now he’s stuck with a mess he didn’t even cause.

But Ingo is not so heartless as to be blind to the greatest victim in all of this:

Emmet.

Ingo’s heart aches at the thought of his once brother left all alone, going through life with half his soul ripped out. He had no voice in the matter and yet he still lost half of his world. Emmet deserves better. He deserves his Ingo, whole and home again. He doesn’t deserve some sad echo of his dead brother. Perhaps he would heal with time, but to even make him suffer through that pain in the first place is unconscionable.

Ingo doesn’t want to abandon Emmet.

But it’s better for everyone if Ingo stays away. He’ll only complicate and confuse things with his identity issues. This mess doesn’t need new layers of mistakes added on top.

Yet he still has no idea what he truly wants out of all this.

Ingo shifts and catches sight of Chandelure’s ball tucked in a safe corner. The urge to talk to someone suddenly proves too strong and without thinking, he releases her.

Chandelure pops out looking a bit rough around the edges, her flames dimmer and glass cloudier than it should be. Her eyes grow wide upon seeing him, her glass ringing out in surprise at the black dragon laying before her.

“…hello,” Ingo awkwardly greets her, lowering his head to her level.

Chandelure stares at him long and hard before asking, “…Ingo?? Is that you?”

Ingo winces and sadly informs her of his circumstances, that he’s just her trainer’s reincarnation and not the actual person she knew.

Chandelure floats over him, carefully scrutinizing his massive feathered form. Reincarnation certainly explains why his soul is in a dragon’s body now.

Ingo tries to argue, but Chandelure doesn’t care as she happily cuddles up against his feathery cheek. To her, Ingo is still Ingo even if he is a Legendary Pokémon now.

Her words remind him of his parent’s odd reassurance over a century ago, that he is Ingo no matter what. Now that he knows what his parent meant, it makes even less sense.

“I don’t understand. I have the old Ingo’s memories but… but they just don’t fit anymore. It feels wrong… like I stole his place.”

“That’s not how I see it,” Chandelure hums. “At your core, you’re still that little boy who caught me as a Litwick all those years ago.”

Ingo winces, “Then, why doesn’t it feel like that?”

Chandelure sighs sadly, but with understanding, “Reincarnation is tricky, even for ghosts. But sometimes bonds can transcend lifetimes. Maybe a bit more literally in your case.”

Ingo isn’t what to make of all this. Everything was dumped on him so suddenly; he isn’t ready for any of it.

Chandelure senses his distress and presses him to talk to Emmet again. She knows how desperately Emmet has missed Ingo. And it's clear to her that even with the reincarnation, part of Ingo desperately misses Emmet too.

Though he can’t deny it, Ingo is still reluctant. He doesn’t think that’s fair to Emmet. It’ll only confuse things between them. He just can’t be Emmet’s brother. He’s physically not that person anymore.

Why not? Chandelure points out that Emmet’s soul is still linked to Ingo’s, there’s nothing stopping them from forging a new bond. It doesn’t have to be that of siblings; they can still be friends, can’t they?

But Ingo still worries. It can’t be that simple… Emmet probably hates him for what he stands for…

At this, Chandelure bonks his snout with a sconce. Emmet doesn’t have a single hateful bone in his body! He is upset and he is hurting, but there is absolutely no way that he hates dragon Ingo. Emmet wouldn’t have given him her ball if he were that upset.

Besides, Ingo is hurting just as much. He needs someone besides just her to be there for him.

Ingo considers Chandelure’s words. He isn’t sure if she’s right, if Emmet would want him in his life at all. But she has a point. Moping in a cave won’t give him answers. If Ingo talks to Emmet, if he gets that ultimate rejection… at least then he’ll know he can move on from his past life completely.

With a soft sigh, Ingo shifts back to his human form. Chandelure floats up to him and he presses his forehead against her glass globe. He agrees to go back to see Emmet. Possibly for the last time. But he has an odd feeling that won’t be the case.

Four days after Ingo’s last visit, Emmet gets a knock at the door. He’s still shaken up and not feeling particularly sociable but answers it nonetheless.

He’s surprised at what he finds.

He hadn’t expected to see Ingo again. At all.

Ingo looks just as tired and miserable as Emmet. His black, feathered dress is a ruffled mess. He keeps his gaze lowered, ashamed.

“…you came back,” is all Emmet can say, clear shock coloring his otherwise dull, hoarse voice.

Ingo visibly winces and says with an uncharacteristic softness, “I… I wanted to talk to you.”

Part of Emmet’s spirit lifts with hope but the more realistic side of him knows better. If Ingo wanted to come back, he’d have said so already. What Ingo wants from him this time, he has no clue. But Emmet is patient and lets Ingo in. He has to hold himself back from simply clinging to Ingo as hard as he can.

Though Emmet is encouraged to see Chandelure hovering at Ingo’s side, her flames burning much brighter than before. She gently bumps her glass against Emmet’s forehead in a familiar act of comfort and he closes his eyes, leaning into her touch. With that, he follows Ingo to the kitchen table.

Their talk is an uncomfortable one.

Ingo speaks first. He expresses his hopes that Emmet can offer some insights as to their next steps. Does he want to be brothers again? Does he want Ingo out of his life? There’s so many ways to move forward but Ingo doesn’t have a clue which tracks to follow.

But all his questions do is uncover the uncertainty that Emmet feels. In growing frustration, Emmet openly admits that he doesn’t know the right choice any more than Ingo’s parent did. Hell, he knows even less about whether or not there is a right choice!! As Emmet starts to break down and cry, he buries his face in his hands, whimpering that all he knows is that he is so tired of being by himself.

Without another word, Ingo steps forward and wraps Emmet up in a hug. Emmet sobs and hugs Ingo back, practically collapsing in his arms. As they sit there embracing each other, Ingo decides that maybe this is enough to start with.

That night, Ingo stays by Emmet’s side, gently comforting him to the best of his ability. Emmet eventually falls asleep crying, cradling Ingo’s hand against his chest.

When Emmet wakes up, he’s alone. For a moment he wonders if last night was just a dream. Then the smell of cooking catches his attention. He gets up to find Ingo making breakfast. He looks a little strange doing this in his feathery dress and long hair, but otherwise it feels like a normal morning before Ingo… Emmet shakes himself off and shyly approaches. Ingo quietly passes him a plate of food before going back to cooking for the Pokémon. Emmet feels his heart twist in his chest at seeing the meal made for him. It’s all his favorites. He sits down with a soft thank you and starts to eat. It’s not long before he’s sniffling, his eyes stinging slightly from forming tears. He laughs between a full mouth as he starts to cry. Ingo drops what he’s doing and moves to Emmet’s side, but Emmet shakes his head and swallows his food. He just… he needs a moment… the food tastes just the way his brother made it…

Ingo hovers uncertainly before reaching out to rest a hand on Emmet’s back. He quietly rubs between Emmet’s shoulders as he cries, at a loss. As Emmet slowly calms down, Ingo apologizes for causing him so much pain. He knew that being here would just make things worse. If Emmet wants him out, he’ll go, no questions asked.

To his surprise, Emmet is quick to grab his hand, asking, almost begging Ingo to stay. It will be strange and uncomfortable and heartbreaking, but he does want Ingo to stay. He meant what he said before; he does not wish to be alone anymore.

Ingo considers this solemnly.

He gently squeezes Emmet’s hand.

“I’ll stay,” he softly promises.

If the pain in their hearts eases for just a moment, then they don’t say anything.

#pokemon #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon black and white #pokemon black 2 and white 2 #black reshiram au #submas #subway boss ingo #warden ingo #subway boss emmet #reshiram #chandelure #wow this took forever to finish sheesh

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beewolfwrites · 1 year

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I would love for you to write any kind of fic with Chishiya just comforting his s/o, i need that kind of fluff from him :') This is a request so if you don't want to write it it's absolutely alright! Love your work :)

Request: I would love to request a fic where chishiya's s/o is just having a bad day or is suddenly more quieter than usual. i wanna know how chishiya would actually react in this kind of situation, would he play the part of a therapist or would he actually comfort his s/o? it's totally up to you how you wanna write it!

Request: Could you write some comfort chishiya? i know that he’s not necessarily the type but maybe he sees you going through something and makes an effort to do things that might make you feel better in his own way, like more physical touch, making sure you’ve eaten, etc. i love your writing so much and i’m so thankful that you’ve shared it with us. thank u 🥺🫶🏻

I sort of mashed these requests all together in one go, so I hope you like it!

Comfort/fluff - Chishiya x Reader. Here we go!

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The house keys felt like rubber against my numb fingers, and it took three tries before I managed to hook them out of my pocket. Even under the porch, my chapped hands stung with the cold. They hadn’t forecasted a storm, yet here we were. The skies had opened up, and heavy rain dripped along the drainpipes and washed through the roads, gathering in puddles. My shoes were already sodden and my hair was plastered to my forehead after walking home from the bus stop. Fumbling around for the right key, I huddled against the door, trying to keep out of the weather.

Chishiya’s car was already in the drive. After the day I’d had, I really couldn’t face talking to another person. My head pounded, and every instinct told me to bury myself under a mountain of blankets and sleep—

The keys slipped between my fingers, falling into a pool of water.

‘Seriously?’ I gingerly fished them out. ‘Why? Why me? Why now?’

Finally opening the door, I discovered that the house was grey and dark inside. It wasn’t exactly inviting, but at least it was dry. Shaking off my wet coat, I went straight upstairs, shed my work uniform and threw on my trusted fluffy pyjamas.

Blanketsblanketsblanketsblankets…

I crawled into bed and buried my head under the covers. Maybe a quick nap would soothe this headache.

The day had begun perfectly fine, but then after my files didn’t save correctly, the software suddenly corrupted, a slight headache began to throb above my temples. And when my boss decided to undermine my project in front of the entire team, the headache had grown double. And to make matters worse, I had discovered during my lunch break that a rumour had circulated around the office - since I was the only one to gain a promotion last month, I surely must have slept with the very boss that had just humiliated me in front of the department. Despite putting in twice as much effort as everyone else. Despite being the only one in my team actually doing anything. Despite being in a happy, committed relationship.

A knock sounded on the bedroom door.

I didn’t answer it. He would probably come in anyway. And he did. The door creaked open, and even without peeling back the covers, I could sense him standing there.

‘It’s a little early for bed, don’t you think?’

I buried my head further into the pillow. ‘Mmmm’

‘Are you angry at me?’ I could hear the smile in his voice, but I really wasn’t in the mood to joke around.

‘Are you ill?’

I nodded against the pillow. A headache counted, right?

‘Hm? I guess you want me to leave you alone then?’

I nodded again. It wasn’t personal. I just really needed to sleep this off. The stress, the day, the headache, all of it.

The door slowly closed, and all of a sudden, I felt bad. Really bad. What if he thought I didn’t want to spend time with him? Chishiya wasn’t the kind of person to take offence so easily, but what if he actually did just this once? I would have to reassure him later. For now, I just let the warm sheets and the gentle pattering of rain against the window lull me into a deep, heavy sleep.

My dreams lilted between comforting darkness and splashes of fear; my boss firing me for incompetence, my co-workers’ faces as they sneered at me, losing all of my important documents in one fell swoop, peering out of the office window, a bizarre 20 storeys high, until I fell, the weightless knocking the breath from my lungs, the pavement below growing closer and closer, a hoarse scream that wasn’t my own, yet it sounded just like me, and—

I bolted awake, sitting up in bed. Judging from the dryness of my throat, I really must have been shouting in bed. Outside, the sun had set. How long had I been sleeping? There was a creak on the landing, and Chishiya opened the bedroom door again.

‘Nightmare?’

I rubbed my temple. The headache was still there, but it had dampened down a little. ‘Something like that.’

‘I could hear you from downstairs.’ He walked around the bed, carrying a bowl of something in his hand. Whatever it was, it smelled warm and salty. ‘Here, it’s not much but you need to eat something.’

He carefully handed me the bowl, which now I could see, was actually just instant noodles. He sat on the bed beside me, hands hovering in case I spilled anything. Chishiya had never been an expert chef. In fact, he was far from it. Despite this, the noodles were steaming lightly and they smelled like spices and oils, and it was everything I needed in that moment.

‘Thank you,’ I said, grateful as he handed me a pair of chopsticks . ‘I’ll come down soon and make you some actual food.’

He shrugged. ‘Don’t bother. I’ve already eaten.’ He watched as I began to eat the noodles, then he lifted one cool hand to my forehead. ‘You don’t seem to have a temperature.’

‘It’s fine. It’s just stress, I think.’ I drank some of the broth, savouring the way its heat warmed me from the inside. ‘And maybe I haven’t been sleeping that well recently.’

‘Well working until midnight does that,’ he replied curtly. ‘I’m not going to bother telling you again, since you never listen.’

I finished the bowl quickly, and Chishiya took it from my fingers, placing it on the bedside table. I was confused at first, wondering why he didn’t take it downstairs. But then he did the unexpected, lifting the covers and crawling into the space beside me. I rolled over, tucking my head beneath his chin and enjoying the heat radiating from his body. His hand rested against the pillow, fingers playing with the ends of my mussed up hair.

‘Did you know I’m apparently sleeping with the manager?’ I mumbled into his shirt.

He scoffed lightly. ‘Oh really? Should I be worried?’

‘I don’t think so. His breath smells like old coffee.’

‘Have you not told them about me?’

I closed my eyes, listening to his steady heartbeat. ‘I’ve got your picture on my desk, you know. It’s not like I’m a closed book.’

‘My picture?’ He hummed, curious. ‘And what picture would that be?’

‘It’s one Kuina took - you remember that day we invited you to our beach picnic?’

He tugged a strand of my hair, causing me to wince. ‘Not invited,’ he said. ‘Forced. You told me we were going to her mother’s birthday. You said she needed medical help.’

I couldn’t hold back a smile now. ‘It worked though, didn’t it? Plus I got a cute desk photo out of it. You looked like a grumpy teenager.’

‘Because I didn’t want to be there.’

‘Stop pouting,’ I said, curling up even closer, as close as I could get. ‘Just let me enjoy this.’

He mumbled something inaudible, but didn’t protest any further. We soon fell into quiet, his chest rising and falling and me simply basking in this moment. I lost track of when we both fell asleep, I was only vaguely aware that Chishiya’s hands had at some point stilled against my hair and his breathing had evened out, deep and steady. With the night sky outside and the cosiness of our small cocoon, peace settled in, and I knew that no matter what tomorrow brought, I could deal with it. So long as I had moments like this, I could deal with anything.

#alice in borderland #aib #chishiya #chishiya x reader #imawa no kuni no arisu

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dearsnow · 2 years

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hello! could you please make a fic dylan x gn reader full of fluff if you don’t mind?🥺 maybe one of the scenes could be the reader sitting on his lap and if you could add dylan being jealous at some point it would be perfect too! love your writing <3

KISS THEM, YOU FOOL

- dylan and jacob fight for love during a session of truth or dare (dylan lenivy x gn!reader, fluff with only the slightest hint of angst)

word count: 1,109

a/n - alexa play “kiss her you fool” by kids that fly 🤞 also this fic is kinda meh but it’s whatever 💀

If there’s one thing Dylan hates, it’s being jealous. Jealousy is stupid. Why should you get mad when someone who’s so so close to being your significant other but really isn’t is dared to sit on someone else’s lap? It makes no sense. He rubs the crease between his eyebrows with frustrated hands, trying his best to avoid looking at the scene in front of him.

You, perched on Jacob’s lap, talking and laughing like nothing’s wrong. You whisper something into his ear and Dylan thinks he might explode.

He’s not mad. Not really. He can’t be mad at you. It was a dumb dare from a game he created, and it’s not like he can snatch you off the other boy’s lap himself. That’s what he reasons, finally tuning into the conversation surrounding truth or dare.

“Anyways, it’s your turn now.” Jacob nudges you with his shoulder, grinning as you dip forward a small bit.

“Hmm…” you ponder, peering over the crackling fire at the rest of your companions. Abi shrinks away from your gaze, clearly still embarrassed from the truth she had to tell. Kaitlyn and Jacob look too cocky to answer or do something truly entertaining. Emma just went, so it can’t be her. Ryan is barely paying attention and Nick looks like he’s about to puke, for reasons you’re unsure of. Your eyes now land on Dylan.

He’s wearing an expression you’ve never seen on his face before. He seems guarded, clenching the hem of his shirt in his fists; he looks about ready to punch someone and then himself. You need to get him out of his head before he loses the last bit of fun he could have before camp ends for good.

“Kaitlyn.” Her head turns toward you, a satisfied smile on her face. There’s an instant connection as it seems your brains are working in tandem, running smoothly like oiled gears. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” She beams almost instantly. A chorus of oohs bounce around the campfire before she says, “Give me what you’ve got.”

“I dare you to give a dare to anyone of your choosing. One catch though- it has to involve Dylan.” You search their reactions. Emma has a sparkle in her eye, Jacob scoffs at the cop-out, and Dylan, for the first time in a while, smiles. He has an air of curiosity about him, thick enough to notice from your position.

Kaitlyn looks positively sinister. “Oh, the things I can do with this dare.” She muses. She pretends to think for a minute, counting the stars and looking quizzically into the sky. Suddenly, she snaps her fingers. “Dylan. Jacob. Up.” Jacob slides you off his lap with ease, drinking up the stares of the others.

Kaitlyn whispers something into his ear but he doesn’t look happy about it. They go back and forth for a minute before coming to what seems to be an agreement, leaving you to stare at Dylan standing awkwardly in the background.

You like him. What’s not to like? He’s funny, sweet, and perfectly him. You always feel your heart flutter a bit when he’s near. You can only hope he feels the same.

“You boys are going to arm wrestle- for love.” There’s a soft murmur as everyone tries to predict what “for love” means. “The winner gets to pick a person to sit in their lap, and the loser… well, the loser doesn’t get a choice. I’ll pick who they wine and dine.” Emma gasps audibly, and even Ryan is interested in Kaitlyn’s antics.

You narrow your eyes, suspicious of Kaitlyn’s intentions. It’s obvious Jacob is going to win. No offense to Dylan, but he looks like a wet french fry compared to the other boy’s overwhelming stature. Dylan looks like he’s ready to be embarrassed. He’s practically accepted it at this point, waving off Jacob’s teasing as he assures his audience that he’s a professional bodybuilder.

The boys lock hands on a stump as Kaitlyn counts down, the others picking their side and cheering on the counselor of their choice. The voices grow louder as Kaitlyn practically screams “one!”, slapping the stump and setting them loose.

The air is tense as they struggle back and forth. Dylan takes the lead first, but Jacob pushes back hard. The game of strength teeters from one person to the other, but eventually, Dylan is put in a good position.

As Dylan slams Jacob’s hand rather forcefully into the wood beneath him, the night explodes with cheers and groans.

You’re grinning like crazy. You can hardly believe Dylan had the strength to pull it off, but somehow that lanky little bastard did it.

Dylan is all smiles, accepting the slaps on the back and basking in the compliments like an attention-starved man.

Jacob hangs his head in defeat, shaking off Nick’s teasing and gesturing towards Kaitlyn. “So, who gets the pleasure of sitting in my lap?”

There’s something almost wicked in Kaitlyn’s gaze. “Ryan.”

“Oh, come on!” Jacob groans, sticking his pointer finger in her face. “You promised it would be Emma!”

Emma rolls her eyes. “You seriously lost just because ‘kaitwyn pwomised Emma would get to sit in my lap?’ That’s kinda pathetic.”

Their arguing fades into the background when you notice Dylan talking to Kaitlyn. Probably about how she rigged the contest in his favor. You don’t really understand why she would cheat to help him win, until, of course, she motions you over.

“There’s the lucky fucker!” She exclaims. “You’ve been chosen to sit on the one and only Dylan’s lap. Don’t get too comfortable though. Leave that in the cabins.” Your cheeks warm as she teasingly jabs you in the side.

You sit down carefully, all too aware of his lingering eyes. He wraps an arm around your waist and your stomach erupts with butterflies. You can feel them worming through your system, making your fingers tingle and brain mushy. It’s heavenly.

“Just so you know, I won that battle due to my superior tactics.”

“Oh? And what are those tactics?” You stare at him with your eyebrows raised. His face is a blushy pink, and he’s quite obviously a lot happier than he was earlier. You mentally remind yourself to thank Kaitlyn when this is all over.

“I moved his arm with the force. It’s the only foolproof m-“

“Shut up and just kiss them, you fool!” Kaitlyn interrupts, clearly tired of how he’s joking like usual instead of taking the rare opportunity she’s given him.

Dylan pauses. He looks at your lips, then your eyes with a silent question of “can I?”. You nod,

and he obliges.

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#solar eclipse.#the quarry x reader #dylan lenivy x reader #dylan lenivy headcanons #dylan lenivy #the quarry dylan #dylan headcanons #dylan the quarry x reader #the quarry imagine #the quarry #the quarry headcanons #the quarry game #fanfiction #fanfic

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complicatedchelsea · 1 year

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Fallen Through Time For You

Chapter Seven: A Little Bit of Government Hush Money and a Lot of Self Doubt

Masterlist:

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(Sydney's POV)

Eddie didn’t waste a second wrapping himself around me once I sat back down. Not that I was complaining, but I didn’t understand how he was so comfortable displaying affection like this. Maybe it was the way I was raised with it being behind closed doors, or maybe it was the fucked up trauma my parents gifted to me over the years. Maybe everyone in the group was used to this as well, the affection that seemed to pour out of Eddie. No one even batted an eye. Maybe.

“Okay?” He checked with me.

“Definitely,” I answered as I melted into his side. “What did you get me?”

“Pickles,” Eddie said as he scrunched his nose up at me. “A whole plate of them.”

“Asshole,” I laughed as I pushed at him. “You did not.”

“No.” He shook his head with a laugh. “I figured a safe bet would be a cheeseburger? Pickles on the side for me, of course.”

“Of course,” I rolled my eyes. “You can always have my pickles.”

“This is starting to sound like a marriage proposal, sweetheart.” Eddie teased me. “An official binding contract.”

“You are my soulmate, aren’t you? Kind of already bound for life?”

Eddie stopped for a moment, the hand that was moving to take mine stopped. “Does that scare you?”

“What, being bound for life?” I asked. “Only if you didn’t order me fries with that milkshake you promised.”

Eddie shook his head with a smile. “You can’t have milkshakes without fries. That’s just a universal rule.”

“Damn straight,” I shot back.

Eddie was a little quieter after that. Not too quiet that everyone would notice, but enough that I started to worry that something I had said bothered him. He was right, the cheeseburger was pretty good and I was perfectly happy with this being the party’s go-to place.

The only one that wasn’t happy was Steve.

“So you are telling me,” Steve started, waving a fry in my direction. “That you haven’t watched any basketball games? What about baseball? You can’t give me anything to look forward to?”

Robin groaned from beside him. “What did you think she was going to do? Give you the stats on every game? This isn’t Back to The Future, dingus.”

“Hey!” Steve exclaimed. “I’m just saying.”

“That kind of knowledge is powerful, Steve.” I teased back. “It falls into the wrong hands and poof; suddenly you are mega-rich and created something that belonged to someone else.”

Steve threw a fry at me this time. Eddie’s head shot up from where he was mixing some sauce concoction on his plate and playfully narrowed his eyes at Steve. “Did you really just throw a fry at my girl? Don’t you know that’s grounds for a challenge, Harrington?”

His girl?

Steve groaned and leaned his head back against the seat. “Does it ever stop?”

Robin snorted into her drink which led to Steve kicking her under the table. Before she could retaliate, Dustin appeared at the end of the table.

Steve groaned again at the excited look on his face. “What now?”

“We want to go to the comic store,” Dustin motioned behind to the younger ones of the group. “Do you think we can go?”

“I’ll go with them,” Eddie said as he pulled his wallet out and slapped some bills on the table. “Need to see if they have those figurines I wanted last time.”

Before I could slide out of the booth, Eddie held his hand up. “Why don’t you stick with Harrington and Buckley for a bit, sweetheart?”

I frowned, trying not to take it personally that he didn’t want me going with him since we had practically been joined at the hip today. “But I like comics? You don’t want me to come?”

Eddie groaned. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be, it’s already breaking my heart leaving you behind.” He dramatically clutched his chest and sank to his knees. “It might just crumble into dust!”

I scoffed and leaned over to push his shoulder. “So why can’t I come?”

“As much as I love seeing you in my clothes,” Eddie said as he stood up and leaned over into my space. “Trust me, it’s really getting to me,” he sent me a wolfish smile and stepped back to let me out as everyone else was getting up. “You need some clothes that actually fit and well something to call yours.”

“But I was dropped here with nothing, remember?” I said as I stood next to him. “You know, me falling from the sky or whatever you said happened?”

Eddie tsked and reached back into his pocket for his wallet, earring some bills out and slapping them into my hands. “Here.”

“Eddie,” I protested. “I can’t take this.” I tried to shove the money back at him. Sure I didn’t want to put everyone out and take their clothes too, but I couldn’t just let Eddie hand me a stack of bills that I didn’t even want to count. “This is too much.”

“Sweetheart,” Eddie said as grabbed my hand and made a point to close my fist around the money. “Take it. Get you something that you will actually wear, something you like and to tie you over for a bit. We can worry about the rest later.”

“Eddie-” I started again.

“Sydney,” his voice came out a little bit deeper again. Like at breakfast this morning. Why did that feel so far away? “I’m not arguing with you. Take the money.”

Eddie leaned his head down, whispering into my ear. “It’s not really my money. Thank the government for that. Hush money can be very helpful in moments like this.”

“But-” I tried again.

Eddie stood back to his full height and cupped my face. “All of us got some of it. Just take it, please? It will make me really happy to make sure you have something that is yours here. More grounding.”

It seemed when Eddie touched me, all I wanted to do was agree with whatever he wanted. It seemed like he really didn’t want anything in return. He wanted to care for me, show his compassion in other ways than teasing and nicknames.

“Fine,” I said. “I’m doing this for you.”

“That’s the spirit,” he teased as he pressed a quick kiss to my forehead. When he leaned back, he addressed Steve. “Meet you back at the arcade in about an hour?”

“I don’t know,” Robin drawled as she looped her arm through mine. “We might ditch town, run away together and start a band.”

Eddie narrowed his eyes at her and reached over to ruffle at her hair with a shout of protest from Robin. “You can’t start a band without me.”

“But we could run away without you?” I asked, teasing. “I see what priorities you have.”

“You could go anywhere and I’d find you,” Eddie said as he started following behind the group.

Robin just rolled her eyes and nudged Steve with her other arm. “C’mon. Let’s go shopping.”

They led me over to a small clothing store that was two streets over. It was small and didn’t have much of a selection, but I wasn’t going to complain. I could feel Eddie’s money burning a hole in his flannel pocket. Robin was muttering about how if I didn’t find anything here, she could take me to the thrift shop she visits because she always has an eye for the good things.

“Are you listening?” Robin waved her hand in front of me as I stared down a table of jeans. “Earth to Sydney?”

“Sorry,” I said as I scratched at the back of my neck.

“What’s bothering you?” Steve asked. “Eddie wasn’t lying about the money. Each of us got our own trust. Some are just more inclined to use it than others.”

I shook my head. “No. I have a feeling if I wouldn’t have taken the money, he would have given it to one of you two to make sure I got something.”

“So what is it?”

“Did he seem upset with me?” I asked as I kept my gaze on the table. Moments like this when my anxiety bubbles over, seem to have hatched from moments of eerie silence and knowing someone is mad from the sound of them closing a door. “I mean, he hasn’t left my side since he showed up this morning and then he doesn’t want me to come with him to a comic book store? That’s right up my alley, I thought he would be excited to show me more of his interests.”

Steve and Robin shared a glance. “Did you say something that you think made him mad? Because we’ve seen a mad Eddie, and that’s not mad.”

I threw my hands up. “I don’t know. Not like he is upset with me, but like I might have said something that came out wrong? I really don’t know.”

“Hey,” Steve laid a hand on my shoulder. “I’m sure if something is bothering him, he will tell you. Eddie doesn’t do well with sitting on emotions. He’s got to get it out.”

Robin agreed. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. We all watched you slap the shit out of Carver in a room full of witnesses. If that doesn’t say something, I don’t know what will.”

Robin smiled and shoved a pile of clothes at me. “C’mon. Let’s go try these on and burn a little of that money.”

I ended up with a few pairs of jeans, some t-shirts with designs of movies and bands that Robin approved of, and I almost thought I was done until Steve mentioned getting a jacket.

“Wait,” I said as I looked out the store windows like it would answer my questions. “What even if the date? You said it was 1986, and all this stuff that happened during spring break was in March.”

“Oh shit,” Robin said as she slapped her forehead. “She’s right, Steve. We really didn’t give her any other details.”

“It’s the end of September,” Steve supplied as he shifted his hold on the basket of clothes that he insisted on carrying around for me. “Today is a Sunday.”

“Sunday?” I echoed. I couldn’t even remember what the date was two days ago in my own time. It was fall, wasn't it? “So it’s been six months since all that stuff ended in March.”

“Well it didn’t really end, did it?” Robin said. “Remember, Vecna just disappeared. We don’t know what happened to him.”

Steve didn’t say anything for a moment. He just stared me down, trying to track whatever emotion that was splayed across my face. “Why is that important?”

“I just,” I started. “I don’t know. I’m feeling a little disoriented. Like yesterday Will made a comment about school and I remember Nancy complaining that it was unfair that you all had to repeat the year because of what happened in town with the earthquakes. I’m just trying to ground myself here. It's a little disorienting.”

Robin nudged my shoulder with hers. “We understand. I’m surprised you didn’t bring this up before.”

I shrugged. “One thing at a time? It’s kind of hard to think about stuff like that when you’ve got someone dragging you around in an unknown place.”

I stopped for a second.

“Wait,” I started as I took a step back from Robin so I could face them both properly. “Is that what he’s doing?”

“What’s who doing?” Steve asked me, but wouldn’t look at me.

I narrowed my eyes and turned to face Robin. “He’s distracting me, isn’t he? Worried I’m going to freak out again.”

Robin’s face flushed and she looked over towards Steve who looked up to met her gaze. They silently communicated for a second before Steve’s shoulders slumped. “Maybe?”

I eyed them both. “Do you two think I’m going to freak out?”

“Are you?” Steve shot back. “Because you are taking this extremely well and maybe Eddie does have a point. I think I would still be losing my mind if I was in your shoes.”

“Sydney,” Robin reached forward and placed her hands on my shoulders. “This whole situation is a lot to take in. We are walking into this with no idea what is going to happen.”

“Yeah,”’ Steve agreed as he stepped forward, him and Robin now standing in front of me and holding all my attention. “Eddie thought you might be the most comfortable with us. That’s all. No ulterior motive.”

“Are you angry with us?” Robin asked.

I let out a sigh. “No, he’s right. He’s always right. isn’t he? Eddie knew that I was eventually going to think about this.”

Steve snorted. “Eddie isn't always right. I would say like, thirty percent?”

Robin laughed and they both took a step back from me. “Oh, c’mon! It’s gotta be at least sixty.”

I let them carry back into another conversation as Steve steered me towards the jackets. With all the major boxes ticked off, I got them to agree that I had enough to get me started. On the way to the cash register, I was stopped by a black cardigan hanging at the back of the rack of neon colors. Pulling it out, I noticed star patterns embroidered into the sleeves, the stars getting bigger as you went further towards the top.

“Get it,” Robin pushed as she appeared at my side.

I bit my lip. “I’ve already got so many clothes in that basket.”

Robin eyed me for a moment before snatching it off the rack. Before I could protest, she checked the size and grabbed my hand to lead me to Steve. “It’s the only black one and it’s in your size. No arguing.”

“Fine.” I said as Steve started to load the clothes on the counter for the associate to scan. He took the sweater from Robin with no arguments and turned back to me with his hand out.

“You want me to take care of paying?” Steve asked.

It already made me feel a little better that I wouldn’t have to worry about talking to the sales associate or worry about how much the total was. I pulled the money out of my flannel pocket and dropped it in Steve’s out-stretched hand.

“You and Robin can wait outside of me.” Steve as he turned back toward the register. “The kids should be finishing up soon.”

Robin led me out front, leaning against the corner of the store. It wasn’t too long before Steve joined us, two bags in his hand that he refused to let me carry.

“Where do you think you are going to sleep tonight?” Steve asked me.

“That’s a very good question that I don’t have an answer for,” I said. “The others have school tomorrow, don’t they?”

Robin nodded.

“What do you recommend?” I asked him. Steve had offered me his house last night, could that still be an option tonight? I didn’t want to burden Joyce about trying to find me a place to sleep at her house, and I don’t know if I wanted to stay with Hopper and El if that even was an option.

“Do you want to stay near Eddie?” Steve asked me.

I squinted at him. Was this a trick question?

Steve rolled his eyes at me. “Obviously I know that you are more comfortable with Eddie around. You are always welcome to stay with me, but I don’t know if Eddie’s going to want to be away from you either.”

I shrugged. “I guess I’ll just see where the day takes us?”

“Of course,” Steve nodded. “What are you thinking about doing tomorrow?”

“That’s another great question I don’t want to answer,” I said as Robin snorted.

I didn’t realize how quick we got back to the arcade. It seems that we beat Eddie and the others back, and it looked like the parking lot had emptied considerably since this morning. Steve gave one of the back doors a tug and it opened with no problem.

“Munson’s gotta start locking his van,” Steve muttered as he put my bags in the back and turned around. He motioned for me to try the side door, and it opened with no problem. Robin moved ahead of me into the van while Steve leaned against the passenger side door.

“Eddie mentioned earlier about people damaging his van.” I said as I took the seat closest to the door. “What did they do?”

Steve ran a hand through his hair. “Slashed a few tires. Someone spray painted some nasty words on the side of his van, those took days to wash off.”

“Does it still happen?”

Steve shook his head. “Rarely. We had to get Hopper involved because Eddie just stopped showing up to places. Even in broad daylight he was worried about shit like that.”

“You’d think the whole ‘devil worshiper schtick’ would have scared people,” Robin said from inside the van. “But Carver kept preaching his lies around town and people believed him.”

Steve snorted. “Eddie’s harmless.”

“I remember you being scared shitless when I held that bottle against your neck, Harrington.” Eddie’s voice joined the discussion. I saw him and the others make their way from the other side of the van.

“Dude, you tackled me against the wall with a broken bottle to my neck because you were scared shitless. The next morning I watched you devour a box of honeycombs with a yoo-hoo. Let’s just say they mellowed each other out.”

I snorted.

“That funny to you, sweetheart?” Eddie greeted me as he popped up beside Steve.

“Maybe I shouldn’t call you Eddie anymore. Maybe it should be Teddy,” I teased him with a smile.

Eddie let out a laugh, one of his full body ones that had him pitching backwards as Steve reached a hand out to steady him. Out of all the laughs that I’ve pulled from Eddie, this was my favorite. The happiness in him had to get out somehow, and it was like it was trying to force it’s way out of his body.

“Find some clothes?” Eddie asked.

I nodded.

“Good,” Eddie reached out a hand and it took me a second to realize he was waiting for me. I reached up and intertwined our fingers, and he let out a deep breath. “Don’t tell me Steve bought the whole polo section for you.”

“You should see all the khakis I got,” I teased and Eddie’s eyes widened. “You think you’ve seen preppy?”

Eddie shook his head at me and tried to take a step back. “What have I done? Letting you buy khakis?”

I laughed and tugged the hand I was holding closer to me. “They wouldn’t let me leave until I picked up enough clothes for their standards.”

“The horror,” Eddie teased.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” I asked.

Eddie shrugged. “Not exactly. You ready to head out?”

“Where are we going?”

Eddie shuffled his feet a bit before looking in Steve’s direction. Steve seemed to get the hint and turned around to go towards the noise that was coming from the other side of the van.

I could feel Eddie look past me, probably eyeing Robin in the seat beside me before sliding closer to me.

“By the time we drop everyone off it should be late enough that Wayne is up. Do you want to meet him?”

“You want to introduce me to your uncle?” I asked hesitantly. It was one thing meeting the group, but Wayne? The man that practically raised Eddie?

“Do you not want to?” Eddie asked quickly. He seemed to be speaking so fast he was tripping over his words. “Because if you don’t that’s completely fine and we can wait for another day when you are re-”

“Eddie,” I interrupted him. His mouth closed with a snap, his face flushing. “Of course I want to meet your uncle. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to.”

“Sweetheart,” Eddie said with a laugh. “I think after he got home this morning he was ready to shut me up because of how much I was talking about you.”

“Oh?” I asked. The emotion in Eddie’s voice; no one has ever spoken of me like that. “He wants to meet me?”

“Of course he does!” Eddie exclaimed as he bent forward to be closer to my height. “Why would he not?”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“Wayne adopts everyone.” Robin let out a snort from behind me. “He’s almost as bad as Joyce.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

I took a deep breath. “I’m up for it.”

Eddie’s expression brightened. “Great. Let’s drop these two off and I’ll take you over there.”

I let Steve take the front seat again on the way back. I had a weird feeling about being alone with Eddie and meeting his uncle for the first time. I never really had anyone to talk about me like that, and Eddie just seemed to have no bounds on these situations. Was it really supposed to be this easy bringing people home to the family? I always had to gauge what kind of day it was before I even thought about bringing someone home.

“You promise to call me if you need anything?” Steve asked me again as he got out of the van and let me move to the front beside Eddie.

“I promise,” I said with a smile.

“I don’t work tomorrow and with Eddie and Robin both being in school, I’m completely free to be with you tomorrow. Just so you aren’t alone.”

“Don’t worry Steve,” Eddie leaned towards me to face Steve out the passenger window. “I’ve got her. Thanks man.”

Steve waved us off with a smile and followed Robin towards the direction of his front door. Eddie waited until they both got inside before pulling out and out of the neighborhood. It was quiet for a minute between us; I didn’t know where to start and it seemed that Eddie was waiting for me to start.

“Have I done something to upset you?” I asked him after the silence got too much for me to withstand.

Eddie kept his eyes on the road, but I could see his head slightly whip towards me and his hand tighten on the wheel. “Why would you think that?”

“I just,” I let out a frustrated sigh as I tried to piece together my thoughts and not to offend him. “Not that I have to go everywhere you go and not that you have to be in my sights; but I thought I might have done something when you sent Steve and Robin to go shopping with me.”

Eddie let out a breath. “So that’s a lot to unpack.”

I felt my face flush. “I’m sorry.”

“No.” Eddie said and when he came to a stop, he turned to look at me and grabbed my left hand. “I want you to be honest with me. I’m sorry that I gave that impression but I’m not upset with you.”

“You’re not?”

Eddie shook his head as he took a turn. “I don’t think I could be upset with you, sweetheart. I just had something to think about and I needed a minute alone.”

“Oh,” I looked back out the window at that.

“That came out wrong!” Eddie exclaimed and squeezed my hand. “When I’m around you, you’re all I can think about sometimes. Kind of embarrassing, sweetheart.”

I felt more heat travel to my face. “I know what you mean.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asked, and I could see the side of his mouth facing me tick up in amusement.

I groaned. Eddie let out another happy laugh at me.

“Can I ask what you had to think about?”

Eddie was quiet for a moment. He stopped at another sign and checked to make sure no one was behind us before he angled himself more towards me. “You really want to know?”

“Of course I do. If something’s bothering you, I could be helpful.”

Eddie looked at me for a long moment, and whatever he was looking for he must have found because he let out a deep sigh and started driving again. “I was actually thinking about what you said at the diner.”

I tried to think back to what I exactly said. “About being ‘bound for life’?”

Eddie nodded his head. “The way you worded it made me feel like you didn’t think you had a choice in the matter. I was worried I had you all confused about this.”

One more turn and then Eddie was turning the van into a trailer park. We passed numerous trailers in all shapes and conditions before he stopped the van in front of a newer looking model at the very back of the park. The group mentioned yesterday that the government gifted Eddie and his uncle a new trailer before the other one had to be taken for “evidence”. This one seemed bigger than a majority of the others in the park and had an older looking truck parked in front of it as well.

“You didn’t confuse me Eddie,” I said as he killed the engine but didn’t make a move to get out of the van. “You’ve been answering all my questions since I got here.”

“Have I?” Eddie questioned. “Because to me it feels like you don’t think you have a choice here.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked him, a million different scenarios running through my mind. “Choice about being with you?”

“I told you when you woke up that this was going to be at your pace, and then this morning I said some pretty heavy things because you were freaking out. I just wanted to make sure you knew that whatever happened going forward was up to you. I don’t want you to feel like you have to be with me because of a mark that appeared on your arm. Soulmark’s don’t always have to involve romance, it can be completely platonic with no other feeling’s involved.”

Eddie turned to look at me head on. “I want whatever you want. You want to just be platonic? I can be platonic. But I need to know where you stand here or I might keep smothering you with affection that you feel obligated to return.”

That was a lot.

“Eddie,” I started as I ran my thumb softly against his hand where it was still entwined with mine. “Did I give the impression that I wasn’t comfortable?”

“Well not e-”

“Yes or no?”

Eddie sighed. “No? But you’ve been so accepting of everything since you woke up, the last thing I’d want to do is force you into something you don’t want to do.”

“Baby,” the name escaped me before I could think twice. I let it hang in the air for a moment and with no complaint from him, I continued on. “You haven’t made me feel uncomfortable once while I’ve been here. I’ve been seeking you out in crowded rooms and sticking to your side because there is just something about you that makes me feel safe. I know that I have a choice here and I know that being bound to you for life is just more than romantic feelings. You asked me last night if I would go back given the opportunity, and I said no. You are right, since I’ve woken up I have just been going along with everything because I didn’t see a reason not to. No one has made a point to hurt me or get me to leave and you have been tripping over yourself to make sure that I feel comfortable here. I want to be here with you, I want to see where this goes. I’m choosing to be here with you and for the first time in my life, I’m wanting someone to choose me too.”

I let Eddie process my words for a moment. I watched him take in every facial expression, every movement that came from me so he could read me like he wanted to. I reached down to unbuckle my seatbelt before turning more towards him, bringing my other hand up to wrap around the one I was already holding. “Eddie, the way I was raised and the way my parent’s interacted with me really did a number on me. I have issues expressing certain needs, and a big one of those is affection. It’s really hard for me to just reach out, but you’ve been doing it for me since I got here and not once have I told you to stop. I love that you just want to reach out to me, it makes me feel like you see me in a crowded room.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asked quietly.

“I don’t know the first thing about what we are doing,” I admitted to him. “But I want to try it with you. There are gonna be times I don’t get things right or I say something out of context and I just need you to be patient with me.”

Eddie stared at me a moment before pulling his hand out of my grasp and opening the door to get out of the van. I felt my stomach drop, my eyes begging to burn as he slammed the door behind him. Before I let it consume me, I noticed him running across the front of the van before opening my door and pulling me into his arms. I reached towards him and let him pull me from the van and into the gentlest hold I’ve ever been pulled to. One hand grabbed the back of his borrowed flannel while the other cradled the back of my head. In return I wrapped my arms around him tightly, not wanting to let any distance sit between us.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie said into my hair as he squeezed me tighter to him. “Of course I want to try it with you.”

I laughed into his chest, feeling his vibrate back at me. He pulled back from me slowly, his hands moving to cup my face. “So we are on the same page?”

“There’s only ever been one page,” I said to him. “It’s not my fault you had the blank side facing up.”

Eddie let out another happy laugh before dropping his hands and shutting the van door behind me. In turn, he wrapped one around my shoulders and steered me towards the trailer door.

“Stay with me tonight?” Eddie asked as we stopped outside the closed door. “Being away from you last night was torture, and I don’t want to do it again. I don’t care if I have to sleep on the floor wherever we end up tonight. I just want to stay close to you.”

“Wherever you go, I’ll go with you.”

Eddie sent me another brilliant smile and with it my heart kicked up in my chest. I wanted to look at me like that everyday.

“You ready to meet him?”

“If he’s anything like you I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

Eddie gently nudged me before opening the door to the trailer and ushering us in. As for trailers go, it was a pretty good side. A worn couch was pushed against the back wall with a collection of mugs hanging above it. And there sitting on the couch was the man I determined to be Wayne.

“Uncle Wayne!” Eddie shouted as he closed the door behind us. “This is my girl, the one from the future.”

Wayne’s eyes locked on me, a small smile growing across his weathered face. “Is that so?”

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damelucyjo · 11 months

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I’m kind of at a point now where I’m mellowed out about the finale now. As I’ve said there’s things I liked, things I didn’t. There were a good few things that still baffle me though.

So here are 2 thoughts that won’t leave my head;

1 - They just needed to add little hints from Henry throughout the season that he really missed his dad and wanted him back in Kansas. Add in a couple of little scenes where there’s a little bit of a FaceTime where he says ‘I miss you, dad’, or even make a point of it in part of the episode where he stayed with Ted whilst Michelle went off to Paris. As far as I can remember he never once told his dad that he missed seeing him all the time. Little things like that would have really helped make Dottie telling Ted that his son missed him not seem like a manipulative tactic on her part too, and would have made him deciding he had to leave not feel like it suddenly came out of the blue.

2 - Why did Ted feel like he couldn’t speak to Rebecca once she told him she was ready to talk about it. He never had trouble talking with anyone before. If he was so sure of his decision, why couldn’t he reassure her that it was all going to be okay. We were never shown them having a conversation about it. But to me, not having Ted say anything in the scene in the stands, other than agree that he’d made his decision, felt like he hadn’t truly made a decision he was really set on or happy with. He didn’t want to go, but he just didn’t want to talk to her about it. The same in the airport. She kept trying to get him to stay because, again, to me, I felt like she knew he didn’t want to leave. I do believe it’s all more to do with what happened with his dad and Ted being all about never wanting people to feel like they’re alone. But he doesn’t know how to help multiple people at once. He had to go back so that Henry never got to a point where he felt like he didn’t have a dad (which I believe he never did or would have, but this was the case in Ted’s brain), but in going back to Kansas he was leaving Rebecca. He had to do that though because Henry’s more important to him. And I could go off on another tangent about how it was apparently more important for them to show this platonic loving friendship between these two, yet I saw more love between Rebecca & Keeley than I did Ted & Rebecca. They spent so much time seemingly not talking! God, I really could go on and on apparently, but I’m gonna shut up about them now 😂

I have many other thoughts that won’t leave me alone either. One the same as everyone else - how Ted & Rebecca are supposed to be very close friends and nothing more, yet why all the fake outs and specific acting choices from both Hannah & Jason. Or the many thoughts I have after reading Brendan’s AMA. But most of these are angry thoughts…

My overall impression, I guess you could say, is that many of the final choices that were made in regards to this show really reflected on the fact that is was basically run by a group of men. I don’t want to believe that many of the things that happened would have happened if they’d had any women who had more say. I may be completely alone in that opinion, and that’s perfectly fine.

But one ‘bad’ episode, even if it is the finale, isn’t going to taint my love of the show overall. I will still rewatch it, just maybe not the last episode as often. I’ll just believe the idea that the ending was all a dream and that they had plenty of conversations off camera. Ted was just popping home to sort things out before starting a new chapter of his life in Richmond.

#Ted Lasso #still have too many thoughts running through my brain #this post also wasn’t supposed to be this long #but once I started I couldn’t shut up #I also feel safer running my mouth off here than I do on Twitter #So I’ll subject you all to it instead! Lucky you!! 😂

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Protective!Michael Masterlist

Baby Love (ao3) - Anonymous OT4 T, 1k

Summary: He’s thought of himself as a puppet on a string, with Ashton as his puppet master in control.

(Or where Calum’s been a victim to Ashton’s bullying, and Luke and Michael finally catch on when something happens.)

Before It's All Too Much. (ao3) - alxclightwood G, 3k

Summary: "Luke, what's wrong?" he heard, getting quieter as the room began to spin and darkness clouded his vision, his body finally allowing him to succumb to the relief of unconsciousness.

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AKA Luke likes to be dramatic when he's ill.

Cursed With A Blessing (ao3) - orphan_account M, 156k

Summary: “Well, this probably sounds crazy and not many people know about this,” Dr London started, looking at both of us before finally revealing the results of the ultrasound: “Mr. Hemmings, you are about 12 weeks pregnant with what I believe is Mr. Clifford’s child.”

And while I still tried to process what I had just learnt, Luke burst into tears beside me. Just as if he’d already known.

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When Luke asked Arzaylea to pretend to be his girlfriend, he did it because he wanted to protect his relationship with Michael. For a while everyone is happy with the agreement - the fans are being fooled, their managers are oblivious.

But suddenly there are too many positive tests, too many worries, too many fake friends and the tree find themselves drowning in a whole sea of lies they told…

Faker (ao3) - 1995mgc M, 42k

Summary: “What do you mean Michael was seen with another guy?” Luke asked, looking over at Calum with furrowed brows and hurt expression. “That doesn’t make sense, he wouldn’t cheat on me.”

“I don’t know what is going on… I’m just as confused as you are Luke.”

Where Michael and Luke have been outed by a few drunken photos that got leaked from their phones. Now that their relationship has supposedly gone public, their management has decided to take matters into their own hands and only giving Michael an ultimatum.

The band or Luke.

Well, Michael chose the band… Choosing the band resulted in giving Michael a beard to prance around the city with and expect people to believe he’s dating a moderately famous person to bring more publicity to the band. Leaving Luke broken hearted with no explanation on to why any of this is happening so suddenly or why Michael moved out of their apartment or why Michael isn’t the same Michael anymore.

floating then drowning (ao3) - lovelymuke T, 9k

Summary: As Luke stands over the bathroom sink and swallows one of the pills, he knows that this is it. There's no turning back after this. As long as he can make the bottles of pills he has stashed in the bottom of his suitcase last until the end of the promo run he’ll be fine. So he doesn’t worry. Instead, he just knocks back the second pill and walks out of the bathroom to his waiting boyfriend. He’s going to prove that he’s still worthy of being in the band, that he can hold himself together.

If he needs medication to do that, no one needs to know.

makeup isn't just for girls - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) ot4 T, 3k

Summary: During Quarantine, Luke takes up nail painting as a hobby. Eventually, he adds makeup too. When he's with the boys again for tour, he comes clean about his new hobbies. Unfortunately, not all of his boyfriends are supportive.

perfectly fine… (not) (ao3) - lovelymuke T, 7k

Summary: In which Luke is sick, stubborn and trying to deal with his problems on his own. Michael is unaware, exhausted and honestly kind of, just a little bit, sick of Luke’s shit.

Subject Line - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) Calum/Ashton E, 20k

Summary: Maybe the sunrise doesn’t matter much after all. Calum can watch the sunrise any day. How many days will he get Ashton like this? Shirtless, sporting bedhead in a hotel room, with just the two of them for a few lazy hours alone?

Soon enough, they’ll be back on the tour bus and Calum won’t be allowed to hold Ashton’s hand anymore.

The Games We Play (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance luke/calum, michael/mali E, 30k

Summary: Michael has always warned his friends to keep away from his boyish little sister, Lucy (Luke). But what happens when Lucy secretly allowed Calum to get a little too close to her? Will something blossom between them? Was it Love or simply Lust?

This calls for a band cuddle (ao3) - Bubballoo G, 1k

Summary: Luke doesn’t feel well and crawls into Michael’s bed. The solution? A band cuddle.

this is everything i didn't say - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) T, 6k

Summary: Luke's home life has never been great, with an abusive and homophobic father. Calum is the only good consistent thing in his life, with Calum being Luke's best friend. One day, Calum suggests that Luke meets some new people to hang out with. Luke is hesitant, but then he meets a red head named Michael Clifford, and everything changes.

the situation is like a mountain that's been weighing on my conscience - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor)

Summary: Luke is closeted and nobody outside of the band, and close family, knows that he has a secret husband. During promo for Youngblood, Luke suffers a panic attack when the interviewer asks a personal question. Cue, Ashton to the rescue and comfort.

you gave me hope, i gave you my life (ao3) - orphan_account M, 15k

Summary: The boy's left side of his face badly bruised, and his lip was busted and bleeding. His feathery blonde hair was stained with red, which Michael assumed was blood.

"Don't take me back," The boy sobbed. "I tried to run. P—Please, help m—me!" And he clutched Michael'a sweater sleeve tightly. Michael could feel his fear just through one touch.

Or,

The one where Luke runs away from an abusive home and runs into Michael. For some reason, Michael can't help but feel he needs to protect the delicate boy.

You see a lot up there but don't be scared, who needs action when you got words (ao3) - charlieclifford Michael/Luke N/R, 1k

Summary: Luke's new to the school and people aren't too kind towards him. Luckily, Michael's there to fight his battles for him when he's too afraid to do it himself.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #5sos #5 seconds of summer #protective!michael #protective!michael masterlist #masterlists #protectivenes

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Imagine Being Rescued By Dante And Crew

Dante X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Blood, gore, horror, and mentions of death

Word Count: 1,720

As Requested by the lovely: @sarahslolitaportfolio

(A/N:) Thank you for this request! I love writing for Dante and he’s my favorite video game character ever! So I always enjoy meeting fellow DMC fans and ones that appreciate Dante like I do! Especially when I get requests to write about said Dante! Hehe! So I really hope I was able to fulfill your request and that it was everything you hoped it would be! Thank you so much for giving me this opportunity and until next time happy reading! ~Countess

There had been moments in your life where you couldn’t understand certain things. Like how you had a certain ability that had suddenly manifested when you were younger, or how everyone came to believe you were some kind of freak when a dead bird suddenly revived and flew away when you touched it. So after that you hid yourself and your ability. Barely socializing with others you kept to yourself, not even your co-workers truly knew who you were. You were called a freak so that’s the way you stayed. But now you decided that maybe you weren’t really the freak that there was other things way more terrifying than the ability that had cursed you.

Strapped down onto a stone table you felt blood pouring from your wrists after trying to free yourself from such tight bonds. Creatures that you could only explain as being some kind of nightmare born from a mixture of the Exorcist, Amityville Horror, and The Conjuring combined had your head spinning in fear. One in particular creature seemed more curious over you, especially watching your blood trickling to the floor. When you were taken by these horrific creatures you didn’t even have time to scream before you were taken to this dark place. Now that you were here the fear kept you from talking until this one just kept staring and it started to get on your nerves.

“What are you looking at? You’ve been keeping me here for so long just staring at me bleeding out so why don’t you just get it over with?!” You snapped causing the large demon to stand and come towards you. He didn’t need a knife to cut your skin open, his claws did the job just perfectly fine. Dragging said claw smoothly down your cheek, blood welling up from the touch.

“Careful little creature,” the evil being chuckled at his work. “You don’t have to be alive for the ritual.”

“What ritual,” you spit a little afraid but still more angry than afraid.

“The revival of the great Mundus,” it purred.

“How great can this Mundus be if he’s dead?”

Screams of rage echoed all around you from the surrounding evil causing your mouth to snap shut. So far you were still alive, so maybe you shouldn’t provoke the creatures that could easily kill you.

“Why do you need me in particular anyway,” you spoke a little later when everything had settled back down.

“I need your revival magic,” the demon replied. He had his back towards you working on said ritual.

“I think you have the wrong person I don’t have any magic,” you lied. Maybe you could bluff your way out?

“Lying does you no good with me,” he said. “Poor thing, never had a teacher to make you realize your potential. But don’t worry it won’t go to waste. Your blood will make the perfect conduit to bring back our Master.”

Bluffing wasn’t going to work. So now here you lay, surrounded by evil incarnate about to die before really getting to do anything you dreamed of. You looked back at all the years you had wasted staying hidden, afraid of the world. Now you wished you had stood up for yourself. Now as a black twisted shaped knife held above your prone form you sucked in a breath and fought back tears.

Just as the knife plunged down the door leading to your horrific prison slammed open. A man raced through his silver hair brushing his cheeks before ordering the team behind him. Another silver haired boy, a blonde haired woman, and another dark haired woman fought left and right. Slaughtered demons fell to the floor with pained cries. The man raced to your side kicking the demon away from you. The knife that would have taken your life clattered to the floor sliding away. You watched him unsheathe a large sword and take a battle stance.

“Didn’t your momma ever teach you that’s not how you get a woman to like you,” he teased.

“Sparda spawn,” the demon hissed. “Mundus will take care of you.”

“Ughhh again with the Mundus crap?! Seriously that’s all I ever hear anymore. Mundus is great. Sparda is trash,” he rolled his eyes launching himself off the ground towards the raging devil. “Newsflash I killed your boss years ago, get over it!”

“Mundus lives,” the creatures roared in unison.

“Fine stay in denial,” he grumbled. “But therapy is expensive just so you know. I thought I was helping.”

Still tied down all you could do is watch as black blood ran across the floor. Demon corpses littered the area with twitching limbs and sightless eyes. While every person was absolutely amazing and skilled beyond compare you couldn’t take your eyes off the silver haired man that fought like the Devil himself but still had the ability to joke and tease. His prey was enraged but losing quickly. Switching from the large blade he produced two pistols from behind his coat. One an ebony black and the other an ivory silver. Gorgeous weapons of no other make. Gunshots rattled the walls, shells clinking against the grimy stone floor. The guns didn’t quit firing until the creature lay still riddled like cheese and the clips were empty. Now he had his attention on you and what he saw caused him to stumble. The man who had just been flawless and moved like a skilled deadly dancer was tripping over his own feet. You couldn’t understand but Dante knew immediately just looking at you.

Despite your state you were the most beautiful woman he had even seen, Trish would be absolutely jealous if she knew he thought you, this cut up human, prettier than her. Holstering the twin pistols Dante regained his composure before making his way to your side. The three others were still cleaning up the remaining mess, not wanting consequences of sloppy working coming back to bite them in the butt.

“Hey gorgeous lady,” Dante flirted producing a smaller knife to cut your bonds. Your wrists were a bloody mess, it made the silver haired devil hunter angry seeing your state. Though he just met you, his instinct immediately went into protective mode.

“Thank you,” you breathed trying to sit up but too weak from the blood loss and lack of food.

“Just doing my hunter duty for pretty things like yourself,” Dante preened.

You looked at him weirdly but gratefully, especially when he helped you sit up and held you upright. “Got a name?”

“Sure do,” Dante chuckled. “The name’s Dante and it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Dante huh?” You hummed rolling the name over and over. “I like it. I’m (Y/N).”

“Pretty name for a pretty face,” he flirted.

You snorted, “You’re not so bad yourself.”

You couldn’t help but be drawn to this man who had risked his life to save you. If it wasn’t for him you’d be lifeless upon the table with something horrible reviving into the world.

Seeing that his team had everything well in hand Dante scooped you from the table. The shorter haired woman nodded in Dante’s direction when he told them he was getting you out of that nightmare-ish place.

“Wanted you for your magic did he,” Dante asked just wanting to make small talk. Though he had a motive, he wanted to get to know you better.

“Yeah,” you said comfortable with being held by him. “Apparently I have some sort of revival magic.”

“Well that’s cool,” he said looking at your soft hair and pink cheeks.

“It’s not cool if things want to kill you over it.”

He nodded in agreement, “That part sucks of course. But it is still pretty cool, having abilities. You’re like me!”

This was the first time in your life that someone had thought your magic was cool. And not only did he think it was cool, apparently he had some sort of powers too. For one he was super strong and you could have sworn he had been stabbed a couple times. But now this Dante was carrying you out of your tomb like nothing had happened at all. Ambulances waited outside what looked like an abandoned building, but it hid what really lurked inside. Dante sat you on a stretcher telling the medics some story of how some men had kidnapped you and wanted you for ransom. You were tortured before Dante could get to you in time. He looked over to wink at you, you knew that normal humans wouldn’t believe that you were taken by demons to revive their master that would doom the world. Heck you wouldn’t have believed such a story not too long ago, despite being different yourself.

You were being loaded into an ambulance to be transported to the local hospital for treatment and fluids. Dante promised to come see you in the hospital before the doors of the ambulance closed. He had never believed in love at first sight until today. Maybe he had felt what his father had when meeting his mother. He had to get to know you more and maybe he could help you understand this gift you had been blessed with. Maybe he could even teach you how to take care of and defend yourself in case any other devils decided to try and take you. Though he was firmly set on that they would have to get through him first as he wanted to stay by your side. He hadn’t had much happiness in his life, but deep down he think that destiny was waiting for him to meet you. So he kinda felt like he owed the scum inside the building for bringing you two together. Nero could tell something was going on with his mentor, but he decided not to pry. It would only cause Dante to tease him or bring something up that would make Nero want to punch him. As they loaded back up in the van to get back to the office, Dante was hard to live with until he got to see you again. And while you recovered Dante was there everyday making the days go by quickly. Though you couldn’t explain it there was something special between you two and you were ready to explore it and him.

#Dante X Reader #Dante / Reader #Dante #Devil May Cry #Dante Imagine #Devil May Cry Imagine #Imagine #Not My Gif #My Writing #Reader Request

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