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kazmyass · 6 months

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hey! i just came over from tiktok, could you possibly do a gally x reader where he tries to act tough around all of the guys but (y/n) starts teasing about how sweet he actually is and he has to try and defend himself but gets all flustered over it, but can’t get mad at (y/n) cause he’s got that fat crush on her? (fem pronouns possibly please?)

Not So Tough

Pairing: Gally x fem!reader

Description: Gally has a hard exterior, but secretly melts when y/n is around.

Warnings: smooching, glade slang, idk just a lot of fluff, gally being a bit of a jerk

Words: 651

Prompt: Grumpy x Sunshine Trope

A/N: It lowkey ends kinda abruptly but OH WELL HERE YA GO

“Gally, would you please stop yelling at the rest of the builders and actually start building?” Newt called from the gardens.

“No can do, I gotta make sure everyone stays in line, that’s why you put me in charge of the builders, remember?” Gally called back, yelping soon after when one of the newer gladers dropped a piece of wood on his head. “You shank! Look what you’ve done! Dropping klunk all over the place, you should be sent to the slammer!”

“Gally, is that really any way to talk to the new guy?” Y/n jogged up to Gally from the med-jack hut where she was just supervising Clint and Jeff. Y/n was somewhat of a floater when it came to jobs. When they were testing what jobs she was good at, she was nearly good at every single one. Well, except for the slicers. Poor Winston nearly scared the girl half to death when he first came out with a machete.

“I uh- Well he dripped- I mean dropped that shucking piece of wood on me an-” Gally stammered.

“Gally, c’mon give the guy a break, he’s only been here a week,” Y/n said with a soft smile.

“Look, I’m just trying to do my job, gotta make sure everything gets done, right?” Gally said, seeming to regain his composure.

“And it will get done, you can just be a little nicer about it through,” Y/n said, placing a hand on Gally’s arm and running her fingers down his bicep.

Gally blushed. Y/n was playing him like a fiddle and she knew damn well what she was doing.

“I’ll see you at supper?” Y/n said.

“You know you’re the only one that calls it that, right? It’s dinner,” Gally snorted.

“Oh shut it, you know you love me,” Y/n said before turning over her shoulder and walking away, not before giving Gally one last smile. Gally stood there for a moment, not sure what to do with himself.

“Oi, Gally, what were you saying about making sure things get done?” Newt called, snickering to Alby.

“Oh slim it,” Gally growled. “No- you can’t hammer that in, there’s not a screw to hold it together!” He turned his attention to the Greenie.

___

“Hey big guy, not interested in tackling anyone to the ground tonight?” Y/n’s voice came from above Gally.

“No, not tonight, gonna try to go to sleep early,” Gally said, getting up and trying his best to avoid y/n. But before he could leave, y/n grabbed his wrist.

“Wait- did today really bother you?” She asked, furrowing her brow.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Gally broke away from her grip and tried to escape again, but she was too quick for him. She grabbed his arm again.

“You know what I’m talking about. I didn’t think it would bother you, I thought you would actually like it, y’know considering I was flirting with you.” Gally’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

“Oh my god,” Y/n laughed. “Wasn’t it obvious?”

“Kinda hard to pay attention to that when things need to get done,” Gally cleared his throat, trying his hardest to hide the smile that was forming on his face.

“Oh don’t act like you weren’t blushing the whole time you- oh my god you’re even blushing right now!” She laughed.

“Shh, no I’m not,” Gally smiled back at her, the blush returning to his cheeks.

“You are! Gally’s blushing! Gally’s blu-” Y/n called when she was cut off.

Gally’s lips crashed into hers as his hand moved to her cheeks. Y/n closed her eyes and sunk into the kiss, bringing her arms around his neck. When Gally pulled away first, y/n smiled.

“What was that for?” She breathed.

“To shut you up,” Gally smiled. He looked to her lips and back to her eyes. “And also because I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”

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m-ayo-o · 4 months

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Can u do their hard limits for the nsfw🙏🏽 and love ur works🖤

ooh dear xx

jjk men : their hard limits in bed

includes many kinks mentioned or explicitly described !! EXPLICIT 18+ CONTENT

toji ⋆ kento ⋆ satoru ⋆ suguru x sub/switch afab reader

[tw: anal, threesomes, explicit knife play, gun play, pegging, predator prey, explicit cnc, gag, period sex mention, safe word use, explicit somnophilia, breath play mention, pet play, collaring, blindfold, bondage, choking, public toy use, degradation kink, slapping, spit kink, praise, humiliation, tail butt plug use]

Toji

He's filthy. Anything goes with this man. You think of the kinkiest shit you've ever heard? He's done it. Nothing will surprise him. When he was younger, in his twenties, he found himself getting totally obsessed with anal until getting in a girls' cute ass was all he could think of.

He soon found his love for pretty hard kinks- especially when women asked for it. He leaned into that roguish demeanour of his very heavily, and found so many girls who loved it. So much so that he nearly had to give Shiu a bigger cut of his pay just to deal with all the redirected booty calls. But they just ended up sharing a lot of the time anyway. They rarely shared meals and, in fact, their free time was often their own. But when it came to getting laid, especially with girls like you, they couldn't say no.

And later, with his extensive collection of weapons only growing, it only felt natural for him to tease his sweet love with them. When you went all wide eyed and gasped like that, grabbing at his thick and muscular wrist with a long, sharp blade pressed at your throat? His dick got fucking hard and he entered a whole new level of extreme kinks. Next up was his gun; a semi-automatic pistol that he'd use on his targets, then bring home and use to lift up your skirt. Again, it was your beautiful, fearful reaction that made him do it... he couldn't help but slide it between your legs and fuck you with it.

However, something that got his stomach churning in the worst way possible... was your bright idea to peg him. I mean, he said he was up for anything, and he has played around with anal stimulation. Sure, it was fun, but having his sweet girl strap a cock to her body and fuck him with it? It sent a shiver down his spine. He'd still fucking try it though.

Kento

His limit is tough to define. It's the moment that you ask him to do it harder and he does- it's when you tell him to get rough with you and he watches you struggle under him. It's more like an underlying discomfort than a limit. But because he is a patient and mature man, he will talk to you about it and you are given yet another opportunity to fall more in love with him.

The issue is more complex than 'i don't want to hurt you' - because he loves spanking you, he loves tweaking your pretty nipples till they're all sensitive and swollen, and he adores getting his hands on your body; grabbing you, squeezing you. And realistically, he wants to make you happy... he wants to make you feel good. But there's just something so deep in his psyche that tells him 'Kento, you could lose yourself' and he's petrified that one day he's going to take it too far.

For this reason, after your lengthy discussions on the subject, you have agreed that your husband will keep up the rough play as long as he feels comfortable, and that he is not going to engage in breath play anymore. He said his piece, set the boundary and, although you love his big hands around your throat, you understand why it scares him and you respect him wholeheartedly. You finish off this deep conversation with an even deeper love making session- this time keeping it slow and sensual.

Satoru

Consent. Consent and blood.

This man does not need any more blood on his hands. So, unless you're begging him to impregnate you, he may be quite averse to period sex.

He will play around with consent- but like any loving and respectful partner he will need a play by play of what you want him to do to you. He needs to know exactly what's off the cards... and what's on. Especially with his powers thrown into the mix- although he has them fine tuned, it still adds an extra element of danger (which you seem to like very much).

So he will play along with your sick little games of hide and seek that end with him teleporting right behind you and covering your mouth with his hand, with your excited giggles soon turning into screams. He honestly never knew playing with this boundary was so attractive, but when you look up at him with glossy, wet eyes telling him 'Satoru 's too much' or 'n-no I can't take it, wait, please-' it gets his dick so fucking hard it almost hurts. But none of that would be possible without your safe word- or sign if you're gagged (which is rare because he loves hearing your pretty voice even if all you can get out are soft whimpers of how big he feels inside you and that you want him to cum). He's used it a couple of times, and so have you.

But you're learning your limits and coming to understand each other very well, so much so that your use of the word is dwindling because he knows when something is actually too much and when you're just saying it. From the little movements in your body, those microexpressions; he sees every detail. He can feel it all.

And now he's started to enjoy this, you wanted to take it a step further. You were desperate to have him fuck you in your sleep. After you expressly asked him to wake you up with oral one time, he really wanted to try it. And it was so fucking hot he asked you to do the same for him- it's not like he never thought about it before. Waking up to a good dick sucking is any man's dream. But that you'd want to do it? God, he feels so lucky when he wakes up with his cock in your mouth. And the final step, when you fell asleep naked from your previous night's escapades after begging him to do it all again in the morning, he finally got his dick inside you. You were sleeping on your side, facing away from him, and he just edged up and started slowly fucking you open. It took much longer than usual and added to his arousal- he was trying to be patient so as not to wake you. And it worked. When he finally stuffed you full and started moving you woke up and the first noise you made was the most sensual fucking horny moan he's ever heard and he gets addicted.

But if there's ever any feeling in his gut that you're not enjoying what he's doing to you and that you actually want to stop... he will. Even if it's just a doubtful nag in the back of his head- a couple of times he has completely edged you because of the thought. But with your enthusiastic consent (impatient begging) he continues to get you off in whichever way you want.

Suguru

Now your lovely boyfriend Suguru is a real sweetheart. You can tell he'd do absolutely anything for you. Of course, he won't be taken advantage of, he's a smart man. But in the bedroom, if it's for your pleasure, he's in. And that includes your fantasies of having him collared and strapped up to the bed. He'll let you blindfold him, gag him, he likes it when you choke him- especially when he's about to cum, it makes the experience all the more dizzying. He's very open to anal play- he loves it when you use toys on him, vibrators, dildos, love eggs... even in public. But he is not your submissive and he likes to remind you of that, especially with the strength he holds in that muscular body of his. He loves restraining you and overpowering you, especially when you're getting a little too cocky and comfortable on top. He likes to slap your pussy as much as your face and he will spit on your tongue if you beg him for it. He loves being mean and crude to his girl, then suddenly switching to be the softest gentleman you've ever met.

However, with your fantasies getting a little out of control- with buying him a new collar, a lead, the cutest outfits to wear (his slight embarrassment added another level for you)- he became uncomfortable with one certain request. And yes, he'll admit he's been playing along- it's been very enjoyable and stimulating for him- the pleasure has been overwhelming at times. But with your new toy... a certain butt plug with a black fluffy tail attached... he wrinkles up his nose and turns you down. You took it too far. But, the idea comes to him that if you like it so much, why don't you use it? And soon enough he's got you on your knees licking cream off his boots with a collar round your neck and a tail up your ass. You didn't know it vibrated.

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sparkle-fiend · 1 year

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Steve loves Valentine’s Day.

It’s a holiday celebrating love and romance; the whole point is to shower someone with affection (and hopefully get laid at the end of the night). What’s not to like about that?

With girls, Valentine’s was easy. Big box of chocolates, a dozen red roses, dinner at a fancy restaurant (and maybe a little jewelry or something - depending on how much he likes her). A sweet card, for sure.

Now that he’s dating Eddie, Valentine’s Day presents more of a… challenge.

“Ugh, what am I gonna do Rob? We walked through the greeting card aisle at Melvald’s and he pretended to puke. He doesn’t want flowers or chocolate or anything.”

He knows he’s whining. He’s slumped dramatically in the single office chair in the Family Video breakroom, spinning slowly (like a pathetic little rotisserie chicken, according to Robin). He’s probably got about five more minutes before Robin snaps.

“Why do you have to do anything? You know Valentine’s Day isn’t even a real holiday – it’s just an excuse to get people to spend money on crap they don’t need…”

“Oh my god, stop! You sound just like Eddie. Valentine's isn't about spending money, it's about... showing people that you love them. Making them feel happy and appreciated and special. It’s about celebrating love.”

Robin tilts her head and her face goes a little soft, the way it does when he says something she wasn't expecting (but in a good way, not like when he says something so dumb that her body collapses and she says he's obliterated her will to live).

"That’s actually surprisingly sweet Steve. Okay….” she sighs and looks up at the ceiling as she thinks. “Maybe... you could try making something? He liked those cookies you baked for movie night."

“Those cookies were terrible.” Practically inedible. Eddie was the only person that ate more than one. (Which was either a true declaration of love in and of itself, or proof that Eddie will eat literally anything when he's stoned.)

"I don't know, Eddie is pretty easy to please. You could give him like... a cool rock, and he would probably love it."

Steve sits upright so fast he nearly overturns the chair. "Robin, you're a genius!!"

She blinks at him. "Clearly. But also, why exactly?"

Eddie is like a crow. He's forever picking up little odds and ends - cool rocks, stickers, shiny bits of paper. At Christmas, he collected the bows off of everyone's presents. Sometimes, he incorporates the stuff he finds into little props and models for his D&D games, but other times he just keeps it. He's got a whole drawer devoted to his little 'hoard', as he calls it.

Steve explains all this to Robin, who just shakes her head in bemusement. "He is so weird," she says fondly.

"Yeah," Steve agrees. He would have recoiled from that oddity in high school - would have been worried what other people would think. Scared they would judge him for associating with someone like that.

He doesn’t give a shit, these days. He sees the way Eddie lights up with happiness at the smallest things, so full of excitement and passion, and it just makes him smile. He feels grateful that he gets to bask in that reflected joy, like a flower soaking up the sun.

Valentines is two weeks away, which gives Steve plenty of time to collect a bounty of little treasures. He hits the pawn shop, the thrift store - he even drives out to the weird antique shop about an hour out of town, which looks like a normal house on the outside and is crammed to the rafters with knick-knacks and bric-a-brac when you walk inside.

He also trawls the quarry, the lake, and the woods behind his house. It's tough, because usually Eddie's little treasures just look like trash to Steve. He's not a very creative person himself, but he tries hard to see the world the way his boyfriend would.

If that means Steve finds himself debating for over half an hour on which rock is more appealing, well – it will all be worth it in the end.

———

Steve stays over at Eddie's, the night before Valentines. (At this point, he spends more time at the Munson's house than he does at his own.)

He wakes up early, slipping out of bed with slow, careful movements. As usual, Eddie rolls over with a faint grumble, bundling himself into a burrito of blankets to compensate for the void of warmth left by Steve's absence.

He moves down the hall, avoiding each creaky board like it's a booby trap in the Temple of Doom, until he reaches the kitchen - which is where Steve breaks routine. He sneaks out the back door and races across the driveway in his boxers, hopping and cursing as the frigid gravel stings his bare feet.

His carefully cultivated stash of gifts is in the glove compartment of the BMW. He already has a plan for which one will be first, so he grabs it and closes the door (slowly, slowly - the sound of Steve moving around the house is familiar, but a car door slamming in the driveway at this time of morning would wake Eddie for sure).

The first gift is a blue jay feather he found in the woods, perfect and clean with vivid blue and black stripes. He tucks it carefully under the edge of the ash tray that sits on the porch railing, before slipping back inside to start breakfast.

Thirty minutes later Eddie appears, drawn by the warm smell of coffee and the sound of bacon popping in the pan.

He drapes himself over Steve's back and murmurs, "G'mornin," sleepily into the shell of his ear, the way he does every morning after Steve spends the night. This time, Steve balances his spatula on the edge of the pan and turns so that he can wrap his arms around his boyfriend’s waist.

He presses a cheerful kiss to the corner of Eddie's mouth and says, "Happy Valentine’s Day."

Eddie groans dramatically and throws his head back, the rest of his bodyweight following. If Steve didn't have a firm grip around his waist, he would have toppled over backward; the move turns into an awkward backbend instead.

"Stevie please, it's too early for that crap. Wait until I've had my coffee at least."

Steve grins. He releases his hold just long enough for Eddie to yelp and scrabble for balance before catching him and pulling him close again.

"Jesus Christ," Eddie gasps.

"Careful," Steve says with a smug grin, laughing when Eddie shoves him in the chest and pulls away.

They eat breakfast together, and then Steve follows Eddie outside for his morning cigarette.

"Holy shit, look at this!" Eddie turns to Steve with the blue jay feather pinched between his fingers, grinning with delight. He hasn't brushed his hair yet and he's got a smear of bacon grease on his cheek, but he's so beautiful in that moment - so full of joy it shines out of him, like a lighthouse.

Just because he found a feather. Steve smiles back, helplessly besotted. "Pretty cool."

Eddie twirls the feather between his fingers before tucking it behind his ear. “That’s a sign that today is gonna be a good day.”

Steve presses his mouth to the edge of his coffee cup to hide his expression. “Yeah, I think so too.”

———

Eddie rolls into the Family Video parking lot around 2 in the afternoon to visit before his band practice. He strolls inside and leans against the counter, plonking a silver wrapped Hershey kiss down in front of Steve.

“Kiss for a kiss?” he says, with a smarmy grin. Steve rolls his eyes, but he checks to make sure they’re alone in the store before swooping forward for a quick peck on the lips.

“I got you something too,” he says.

“Oh?” Eddie raises one eyebrow, managing to look both curious and skeptical. “Please tell me it’s not a cheesy greeting card.”

Steve flips him the bird before reaching into his pocket. He pulls the keychain out and lets it dangle from one finger in front of Eddie’s face.

His boyfriend’s immediate reaction is to wrinkle his nose in disgust. The keychain is a garish red plastic heart, definitely the antithesis of Eddie’s usual metalhead vibe.

But it’s also sparkly.

Steve’s lips curl into a satisfied smirk as Eddie takes the keychain from him, reluctantly admiring the way light sparks off the flakes of holographic glitter embedded in the plastic. The cheap little thing shimmers like a ruby in the afternoon sun.

“Some kid dropped it. They never came back, so it’s yours if you want it.” (That’s technically true, although Steve has been holding on to it for nearly a month now, waiting for today.)

“Oh, well then.” Eddie stuffs the keychain into his pocket. “Finders keepers, losers weepers!” He sticks his tongue out, eyes wide and exaggerated – then leans across the counter and licks Steve’s nose.

“Gross!” Steve sputters with laughter. He scrubs at his face and looks up just in time to see Eddie wave jauntily on his way out the door, a second Hershey kiss left sitting on the counter in his wake.

———

After Steve's shift is over, he runs home for a quick shower and a change of clothes before meeting Eddie at the diner.

He did his best to talk his boyfriend into going on a proper date, but the most he could get Eddie to agree to was milkshakes and a movie (my choice Stevie, not some lame romance).

Steve walks into the diner and spots Eddie at the back booth. He saunters over and sets the third present onto the sticky Formica table with a click. It's a small golden gear, nearly paper-thin.

"Check it out. Found this in the parking lot."

(That's a lie. Steve carefully picked apart a broken old watch from the thrift shop in order to extract a handful of the little gears.)

"Hey, cool! I bet I could use this in the model I'm working on." Eddie pulls the pack of cigarettes out of his coat pocket and drops the gear inside for safe keeping.

"What's the model for?" Steve asks.

Eddie launches into an animated explanation of the character he's creating for a new Hellfire campaign - a sun-worshiping priest that intends to trick the party into becoming a ritual sacrifice.

"... and that gear thing would look pretty good on the top of his staff."

Steve doesn't understand much of what Eddie's saying, but he loves the way his boyfriend talks with his whole body, moving his hands and shoulders and head along with the words. He rests his chin in his hand and lets Eddie ramble until the milkshakes arrive, smiling like a dope the whole time.

Eddie has no concept of time, so Steve is in charge of making sure they finish their milkshakes and leave the diner in time to make it to the movie. As Eddie slides into the passenger seat of the BMW, he says, “Hey – you think we have enough time to stop by the Circle K?”

Steve turns in his seat as he reverses out of the parking lot. "What do you need at the Circle K?"

"Snacks! You can't go to a movie without provisions Stevie! And don't say we can buy some at the concessions stand, because the prices they charge are ridiculous."

“Well if we stop now, we’ll be late – but I’ve got some Milk Duds and trail mix…” Steve doesn’t realize what’s happening until it’s too late. Eddie pops open the glove compartment in his search for snacks, revealing Steve’s little stash of gifts.

Eddie frowns in confusion. “What the hell?” He rifles through the pile as Steve groans.

“Shit. You weren’t supposed to see those yet.”

“What is all this?” Eddie picks up a ring, turning it over in his hands. It's a bulky silver biker ring, like the ones Eddie wears every day - only this one is shaped like a bat with tiny ruby eyes. Steve is particularly proud of that one, discovered in a box of assorted rings at the pawn shop.

Steve gnaws at his lip and runs a hand through his hair, ruining all his careful styling. "I know you hate Valentines, but I wanted to do something. Just… to show you how much I love you. So instead of the cards and flowers and stuff, I tried to find little things you might actually like. For your, you know… your 'dragon hoard' or whatever you call it."

"So the keychain and the gear..."

"And the feather."

Eddie's eyebrow twitches. He stares at the contents of the glove compartment; at the water smoothed stone from the lake and the multicolored twist of ribbon, the vivid green marble and the tiny mother of pearl locket. He looks down at the ring still clutched in his hand, and blinks rapidly.

Steve glances nervously between Eddie and the road, hands tight on the steering wheel. He's disappointed that the surprise has been ruined, but more concerned about Eddie's reaction. He'd expected the other boy to laugh or tease him, not this... whatever this is.

Finally, Eddie clears his throat roughly and speaks. "Actually, can we just head back to my place? I've got something I wanna show you, and I don't think I can wait through the movie."

“Uh… sure.”

Steve's brain is buzzing as he takes a left instead of a right at the intersection. He's worked himself into a bit of a panic by the time they pull into the Munson's driveway. "Eddie, I..."

Eddie interrupts him, practically throwing himself across the center console as he drags Steve into a fierce kiss. By the time Eddie lets him go, Steve is panting. "Wha...?"

"Wait here," Eddie says with a wild grin. He presses Steve back into the seat for emphasis. "Don't move."

He takes the steps up the porch two at a time and fumbles with his key to get inside as Steve watches in a daze. He has no idea what's going on.

After a few minutes, Eddie returns to the door. He's pulled on a t-shirt with a faux tuxedo printed on the front, and he's standing straight backed in the doorway with a towel over his arm, like some kind of maître d’. He waves grandly toward Steve, beckoning him toward the house.

Steve snorts with laughter as he climbs out of the BMW. “What are you doing?”

"This way sir," Eddie replies in a terrible attempt at a posh English accent. Steve shakes his head, thoroughly bewildered and increasingly amused.

He walks past Eddie through the doorway and freezes in surprise.

The living room has been transformed. Eddie set up the gaming table in the middle of the room – set with a crisp white tablecloth, the Munson’s best dishes, and a vase full of red roses sitting in the center of the table, flanked by two candles. More candles twinkle softly from the coffee table, the end tables - even on top of the tv.

"Eddie..." Steve whispers in awe. "What is this?"

"Well, ah... I kind of jumped the gun a little. It’s supposed to be a candlelight dinner. If we'd gone to the movie, Wayne would have had time to get all the food set up. But it won’t take long, I already cooked everything. Just gotta heat it up."

Steve’s vision goes watery, smearing the candlelight into one big blur as tears fill his eyes. He blinks hard to clear them. “I thought you hated all this stuff.”

Eddie shrugs and rubs the back of his neck nervously. “Well, yeah I do. But you love it. So I wanted to surprise you.”

Steve grips his boyfriend by the front of his ridiculous t-shirt and pulls him into a bone-cracking hug, before pulling back just far enough to kiss the breath from him.

In a pause between kisses, Steve rests his forehead against Eddie’s and laughs a little breathlessly. “What made you change your mind about the movie?”

Eddie bites his lips, already swollen from kisses. Steve can’t tear his eyes away.

“I don’t know. When I saw all that stuff you collected for me…” he clears his throat, staring at Steve with wide dark eyes. “I’m… I know I’m weird. I’ve known that my whole life. I never thought I would find anyone that would tolerate me, let alone… celebrate me like that.”

He kisses Steve again, sweet and soft. “I couldn’t sit and wait for two hours after that. I had to get you home and show you how much I love you.”

“I love you too.” Steve smiles against Eddie’s mouth. “You know… I’m not really hungry yet.”

“Oh yeah?”

Steve trails his hands down Eddie’s chest, hooking his fingers into the belt loops of his jeans and tugging. “Mm-hmm. I think we need to work up an appetite first.”

Eddie laughs in delight. “Sounds like a good idea. You know how much I like dessert before dinner.”

A happy Valentine’s Day indeed.

#steddie #steddie fic #my writing #Valentine’s day ficlet #I’ve been working on this over a week #and still ended up having to rush to finish for today #not real happy with it #I wish I was a faster writer

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stevenssticks · 9 months

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reader absolutely breaking axl and making him beg and cry and just degrading him over all PLEASE

bia you really just get it.

i can imagine him giving you a hard time all day. he would be ordering you around, acting all big and tough. you’ve just about had enough of him telling you to go fetch him x y and z, having you running back and fourth from stores to the studio for food, drinks and whatnot. finally he stops asking you for things, as he’s now too busy chatting with the rest of the band about how “easy” you are. that’s it for you. you’re going home. you abruptly stand up from your chair in the corner of the recording studio, shooting axl a glare that says “you’re fucked” and you watch as his face drops while you storm out of the studio back to your apartment. you’re supposed to stay at his tonight, actually. this just digs the knife deeper.

axl of course comes looking for you like a lost puppy. he knows he fucked up. he comes home to his apartment first to not find you there. He practically sprints to your house. frantically knocking on your door. he would have this sad look in his pretty green eyes when you open the door. pulling him in by the arm and slamming him up against the now closed door.

“you think you can just fucking say that shit about me? nuh? we both know who the easy one really is in this relationship. now go to the bedroom and strip.”

Axl nods enthusiastically, dashing to the bedroom to do as he’s told. You follow him soon after, seeing him sitting on the edge of the bed with his head down. his silky hair covering his eyes.

“i’m really sorry, baby. i don’t know why i said the things i did.” axl looks up at you through his bangs, eyes a little watery.

“i think it’s a little too late for a half assed apology. get on the bed.”

axl of course, does as he’s told. he’s already half hard. you straddle him, still fully clothed. and take his cock in your hand. axl whines, abs tensing and flexing.

“you’re gonna take what i give you. and you’re not gonna cum until i say. if i deem you deserve it at all.” you begin to move your hand over him. starting off slow, then moving fast and hard before slowing down again. axl is writhing on the bed. when he gets too rowdy you give a hard slap to his hip and slow down again.

“gonna cum. please, lemme cum i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.” axl whines. voice almost as high as when he’s singing. you slap his hip again, harder than before. axl nearly shoots off the bed.

“no.”

axl is so wet and messy by now. you’ve been bringing him to the edge over and over again. his cock is covered in precum, and he’s got tears running down his cheeks and drool running down the side of his cheek; unable to control the sounds that come out of his mouth anymore. letting out little “ah ah ah”s and long strung out whines.

“please… please i’m sorry. i swear i’ll never say anything like that again. please.” he’s full on sobbing by now. you’re slowly moving your hand over him. you’ve worked him enough, you’ve decided. but you wanna hear him beg for it one more time.

“beg for it, baby.”

“fuck, please. i’m so sorry. i’m so sorry. please…. i need you. fuck me. i want you so bad. i’m so sorry.” he’s sobbing even harder now. you’ve never seen him this messy and strung out before.

“okay, honey. i forgive you.” you remove your hand from his cock and he lets out a sigh as he watches you pull your pants and underwear off. you lay down next to him, beckoning him over. he crawls on top of you. cock rubbing up against your pussy nice and slow before pushing into you. he nearly loses it right then and there. he leans down on top of you, needing to be as close as he can to you. he cradles your neck with his hand, bringing your faces close to give a sweet kiss on your lips.

“i’m really sorry, honey. i love you.”

“i know,” you reply, and smile as he starts to move. “now cum for me.”

it doesn’t take axl long, as worked up as he is. tears still falling even if he’s not openly crying anymore. he’s so overwhelmed. a mix of shame and relief bubbling up inside him.

“oh fuck, you feel so good. please… oh fuck i’m cumming. fuck. there’s so much. there’s so much. oh my god..”

you lock your legs around his waist. keeping him pressed up against you as he comes down from his high, hips circling slowly and making punched out “uh uh uh”s as he slows.

you smile up at him, kissing his cheek and then planting a warm kiss on his lips.

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ok i’m not sure about this bc i’m on vacation and like was only half present to write this lmfao. sorry if it’s not my best work. i’m probably gonna go back and edit this when i’m home :)

#guns n roses #gnr #axl rose #duff mckagan #steven adler #izzy stradlin #slash #axl rose x reader #axl rose fanfiction #axl rose smut

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spdrvyn · 1 month

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before i get to requests again, punk miguel has been on my mind! i'd like to think that he's in a band with some of the other senior spiders like jess, peter, and ben. hobie could be there too, because he's obviously also punk.

i'm also thinking about a reader who's an independent artist, they got big due to sheer creativity and social media. they're nearly the complete opposite of miguel's aesthetic. sweet, soft, and serene. he was naturally drawn to you the moment he walked by you backstage.

"hey, you." he'd caught you in the break room, the music festival that you two were invited to had allowed some downtime before the big act later at night. to which you diligently took the time to devour all of the free snacks that they left in the cupboards and mini fridge, so you were more than embarrassed that the leader of woven wishes caught you.

"i'm sorry, were these yours?" you muffled with a mouthful of cheese fries, slowly pushing them away from you. blasted, you were caught cheese-handed. but miguel simply chuckled loudly, before setting himself in front of you on the small round table.

"nah, they're peter's, but i'm sure he wouldn't mind." they were still somebody else's lunch, so you decidedly tucked the box away for now. hastily grabbing some tissues from the nearby dispenser to freshen up a little, god forbid anyone see how not soft you get when eating. "so, i heard you're fresh in the industry. is that right?"

he heard. he's heard about you. "oh, uh, yeah! i'm pretty new. the internet has been my stage for a while, so it's pretty surreal to feel the physical eyes on me now..."

"i get that, minus the internet bit, don't really use it, but hey. you've got a lot of good material, jess played me one of your songs." miguel shrugged, "keep it up, don't give any of this shit to the big corps, okay? trust me."

"i- i wasn't really planning on that, haha. don't worry," you felt awfully awkward. what could you say to someone with as much experience as miguel? you knew of his reputation despite not being in his genre, his presence was just that powerful. "you... like my songs?"

"of course, guess you could say that i'm bit of a, uh–" miguel cheekily swooped his hands through his ruffled hair, as he flashed a darling smile at you. "... romantic at heart."

immediately, you roared with laughter. miguel didn't think that he could achieve it, hearing how smooth your voice sounded through your recordings couldn't compare to how good you sounded when you laughed.

"ahh... i'll take it your word for it then. miguel, if i'm right? you're infamous."

"don't let that scare you, 'm perfectly harmless."

"i wasn't worried about that," you giggled lightly, still recovering from his joke. "trust me, i've heard nothing but good things about you. i've heard some of your band's songs from time to time and i can see you why you're so beloved in the community."

"really?"

"really."

miguel didn't know why he had such a hard time believing it, his music was critically acclaimed to be glorious, he built tough skin from the amount of bullshit he's faced in the industry. yet, hearing your opinion felt oddly refreshing. maybe there was a lot more to you than what he'd seen so far. a treasure trove of a person waiting to be discovered.

#spiderman: across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #atsv #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 x you #spiderman 2099 x y/n

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shelbs!! happy 1.2k!! my brain is spiraling over pull from the smut action prompts list with rhett😵‍💫

i still crave it, complicated freak - rhett abbott

pairing: rhett abbott x fem!reader

summary: sometimes rhett needed to relinquish control.

warnings: 18+ only. SMUT. sub!rhett. hair pulling. using rhett to get off. begging. oral (f receiving). p in v. rough sex. riding. chest scratching. choking. edging. general filth. aftercare.

prompt: the sender pulls the receivers hair.

"Baby, please. Faster. Harder- fuck...."

Your nails dug into his flesh, nearly drawing blood. It was quick and fast, you were both chasing that high.

But you didn't listen to Rhett's pleas. No, you weren't going to allow him to get there that easily. You slowed yourself down to a leisurely pace, smiling proudly at the way Rhett keened. A high pitch noise that no one would ever expect to come out of the stoic cowboy.

It started as a game. A simple game of truth or dare but you threw a bottle of bourbon into the mix and that’s when things got interesting.

He dared you to take control of him, face flushed red - from the liquor or the challenge he had just presented to you. You took a swig from the bottle, hissing as the liquid burned on the way down and you stood from your seat beside him on the sofa. Rhett sat up as you stood before him, spine straight as an arrow - awaiting your next move.

Your knuckles brushed across his cheek, your fingers threaded through his hair. Rhett nearly purred as you allowed your nails to gently scratch his scalp. He sighed heavily, pushing against your hand like a cat. That was short-lived. Within moments you were tightening your grip on his locks and yanking hard enough to crane his neck toward the ceiling.

“Are you going to behave?” You questioned, trying to sound dominant despite your nervousness.

“Yes,” Rhett replied. You tugged on his hair once more at his response.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he whispered.

“Good boy.”

And that’s how you found yourselves in the position you were in currently - with you sitting on his cock, rolling your hips torturously slow. Every little whine and huff of air Rhett let out caused you to clench around him. You enjoyed this. You enjoyed having your boyfriend at your mercy.

“Darlin’, I can’t- fuck- I can’t take it anymore,” he whimpered, big blue eyes looking up at you. “Use me. Use me to get off.”

You canted your hips a certain way and almost collapsed on his chest. His tip brushed against the fleshy spot inside of you and it made you impossibly wetter. Rhett moaned loudly as you picked up your pace, now bouncing in his lap. He surged forward to wrap his lips around one of your stiff nipples, suckling softly as you rode him hard.

Your fingers found their home in his hair as you pulled and jerked, moaning and panting from exertion. Your thighs burned and you were covered in a sheen of sweat but you couldn’t stop. Lewd sounds filled the room, a mixture of your moans and the creak of the mattress.

“That’s it, baby. Take it. Take what you need,” Rhett encouraged.

“I’m the one in charge here,” you said, a hint of malice in your voice. You pushed at his shoulders roughly until he was laying flat against the pillows once more, a look of slight shock spread across his face. Your hand slowly crept up his chest, resting at the base of his throat. You were giving him plenty of time to say no, to decline what you were offering. Instead, he bared his neck to you and wrapped his own hands firmly around your soft thighs.

“You look so pretty like this, Rhett. All marked up from me. You need this more than you think. Big, tough cowboy who thinks he has to be in control all the time. I’ll take care of you baby boy, I always will.” You rambled on, never slowing your pace and enjoying the way Rhett’s eyes rolled back into his skull, thrusting his hips upwards to get closer to his peak.

“Cum in me, sweet boy. Fill me up. And then, I’m gonna sit on that pretty face and you’re going to make me cum. Understand?”

“Please, please, please,” Rhett begged, the sound so beautiful to your ears.

It didn’t take long before he was coming inside you, warm release filling you full and it didn’t stop. He whimpered your name as you continued to grind against him, now leaking out of you. You stopped suddenly and pulled off, scrambling up his body to straddle his face.

He pulled you down to his mouth, tongue making immediate work on your clit. It caused you to smack your hand onto the wall and let out a scream of pure pleasure. It was filthy and hot and it had your thighs quivering in seconds. Rhett buried his face in like he was enjoying his last meal, moaning against your wet cunt enthusiastically. It took mere minutes for you to reach your climax, a sound of ecstasy escaping your throat.

You slumped forward, bracing yourself on the headboard as you moved your hips away from Rhett’s face. He had a satiated grin, mouth, and chin soaked with the mix of your releases.

“That was incredible. Really loved it when you choked me. God, that was so hot. My little dominatrix,” Rhett teased, calloused thumbs rubbing small circles across your hips.

You let out a small laugh, collapsing on the bed next to him trying to catch your breath.

“I didn’t expect to enjoy that as much as I did,” you confessed.

“Neither did I… But I had been thinking about it for a while. I knew how much you liked it when I did it to you so… I figured I’d like it too,” Rhett said a bit shyly.

“Let’s get you cleaned up… baby boy.”

A deep groan could be heard from behind you as you made your way to the bathroom. You may have just found his weakness.

#shelby’s sleepover #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x you #rhett abbott smut #rhett abbott fanfiction

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onlyseokmins · 10 months

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Thinking abt solo pornstar!mingyu and the pretty director of adult videos who's his favorite to shoot with...

You always get the best angles of him but you're constantly saying it really doesn't have much to do with you doing anything above your normal job duties - he's literally just perfect.

"Look at how your big, chunky hands make your weeping dick look even bigger and chunkier. That's all you."

But ofc he insists it's truly thanks to your talents with a toothy grin.

He really is perfect though, you're just working with the art given to you... chiseled muscles, defined abs, sharp jawline, thick thighs, bulging biceps, veined forearms, long dark hair, and a perfect fucking cock - curved, girthy, and long in all the best ways. He's even got a sweet personality outside of whatever dirty character you'll assign to him.

"Am I doing things right? Being good enough for you?"

Oh yes, he is.

Zooming in on his cock all the time is insanely torturous. Adjusting the camera in all directions to get the most appealing view (which is hard to decided when there are so many) and directing the movements as he basically eye-fucks you while fisting that nice dick of his at the rhythms you're dictating.

You keep things professional bc that's what you are and you have many clients, actors, and sponsors... In fact, you're well respected in the porn community and frankly, you're not going to ruin that reputation with a momentary fling between one of your best stars. A crown you wear that, while burdensome, was earned through years of hard work, bad and good experiences, tough lessons, unsavory people, and long hours upon hours.

However, that all changes the night you come home to your boyfriend - after he visited you earlier on set with a different actor - stroking his cock to mingyu's latest video. His steamy glasses reflect the glaring shot of mingyu's beautiful cock and the fleshlight nearly falling apart with how hard his strong fingers squeeze around it.

Your shared bedroom is filled with the slick sounds of wonwoo's pants and the sinful moans coming from his huge speaker set-up. Thanks to the insane amount of lube you'd instructed mingyu to use while he bullies his way inside of the slippery toy, it's messy, wet, and loud. His whimpers and grunts echo and echo while all you can do is just re-envision his abs flexing and jaw clenched. Seeing them in real-life is different to the image on your partner's computer screen.

That moment goes back when you were wondering if behind those lust-filled eyes, mingyu was thinking of you and what your pussy might feel like. Knowing you were probably soaking your panties watching his hips thrust at erratic speeds but unable to do anything about it.

Luckily, wonwoo is always more than happy to assist you like the sweet, caring man that he is. His older audio streams were still popular, framed as the "cool-headed man" that had incredible stamina and could edge himself for hours on end. Yet, he crumbles beneath you, especially when you ride his tense thighs enthusiastically and then bounce on his cock even more enthusiastic whenever you're all riled up after an intense day of (mostly) well-endowed, cock filming.

And he knows you need to use him more than ever on days with mingyu. And his eyes sparkle at the tentative suggestion you make. Your boyfriend is no stranger to the adult videos you create, it's not unusual for him to watch and/or masturbate... you're just that good at your job - you weren't lying to mingyu.

Yet this is the first time he's show interest in the actor themselves starring in your camera lenses and not the premise alone. So, of course he's down to invite mingyu to bed... And even more obviously... the man in question himself is more than eager to agree.

Yeah, maybe one day it's no surprise when they suggest a scandalous script of a director fucking themselves on two pornstars and their cunt-destroying cocks... And who better to star in it than you, mingyu, and wonwoo?

#:)#I thought of this while half asleep at 1am last night.........#Finally wrote it down hehebe #ez.thots #gyu.thots #wonu.thots #svt.thots

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a-libra-writes · 1 year

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Rocky Rickaby x gn or fem reader who is really REALLY physically affectionate headcannons? Like i'm talking giving him a nice smooch on the lips from time to time for no reason, hugging and or cuddling Rocky when they or he wants sum and giving him small pecks and kisses on his forehead, cheek, sometimes nose and ALWAYS giving him compliments and words of reassurance when they see that Rocky's feeling a bit down in the dumps. While savagely telling or killing the person off.

I'm totally normal abt him bro dw

Okay so I got MANY requests for a Part 2 on the first Rocky HCs, so Im using this as a jumping off point! Lots of affectionate GN Reader in here, and i have. So many thoughts. So lets goooo

Obviously ... Rocky loves all this attention. When he initially started crushing on you, any attention was good and wanted, but especially the smiles and approving words. The best part in those early months was the fussing. Since he's always in some kind of state, you'd call Rocky over to smooth coat or tidy some leaves out of his hair.

He'd actually keep still, too excited and surprised to think of moving while your hands pawed over him - even if it just lasted a few seconds. At some point you'd clean dirt (or was that blood?) off his face with one of your hankerchiefs, and you better believe he always "forgot" to return it. Maybe if he knew you'd be at the cafe, he wouldn't fix himself up, hoping you might be inclined to do it instead. Maybe.

Anytime you initiated some closer form of contact - first the fussing, then maybe touching his face, then perhaps hugging - he always freezes for just a second, then immediately accepts and melts into it. And after that, he's more than happy to initiate the same kind of affection.

It's almost like Rocky needs to "wait" for permission, to have someone else cross that line first. Like he isn't allowed to, or rather - the wait is better than potential rejection. This is doubly so if you're more of a posh cat, or perhaps someone whose more closed off. Impulsive and adoring as he is, the thought of frightening you away or you being repulsed by him is too painful a thought. Once you make it clear that he can "cross" a new line in the relationship, he practically leaps over it. As time goes on he won't have these worries nearly as much. They're mostly subconscious, too - an anxiety he can't figure or name, and he'd rather not dwell on it.

Honestly, if you aren't a physically affectionate person, it'll be tough. Rocky really thrives off it and sees it as an affirmation of your feelings, though he soaks up the praise and loving words, being physically close, held and accepted just hits different. And ... combining both the physical and verbal affection? Yeah, he's just. Doe-eyed and lovestruck. It's both sweet and a little sad how desperately happy it makes him.

Your loving words don't even have to be anything effusive or overly romantic - simple appreciation for when he helps you out (or tries to), daily "I love you"s, complimenting something about him, expressing happiness at spending time with him, it all goes straight to his heart and his head. If he goes too long without it, Rocky will prompt you for praise and attention. Before you two were a couple, Ivy teased him about it - "You're always looking for them to pat you on the head!" Yes, and what of it? If you're someone whose older or at least seemed more mature and collected, your approval only matters all the more, as is his desire to impress you.

This also means if you're ever upset or cross with him, he takes it to heart as well. Icing him out, trying to do the silent treatment, etc seriously messes with him. Rocky will completely blame himself and spiral and it won't be pretty, so it's best to resolve the fights maturely and with a level head. Yes, he tries to act like he isn't hurt or terrified you'll leave. It's an act, and a poor one at that.

Since he's so noodly, it's easy to wrap your arms around Rocky's torso for a big hug! He loves it, of course, he'll return the favor and lift you right up (or ... try to, anyway). He'll even (try to) spin you around! If you let him, Rocky will just stay clinging and lean on you, inquiring about your day and what you're up to. He likes to rest his chin on your shoulder or your head, his tail happily whapping at your leg while he chatters.

He'd really love it if you just let him curl up in your arms on a couch or something - seriously, when's the last time he's had that? It's almost a novel experience, and even better if you're a bigger and floofier cat! He'll have moments of disbelief that this is real, that you're allowing it and you want the clingy sleepy snuggles. Sometimes he falls asleep because you're so comfy and warm. Again, when is the last time he's had a warm, safe and cozy place to sleep? When ??

(Semi-related note, he can fall asleep in the weirdest positions and places. Years of being homeless will do that.)

Oh! And the kisses. Kisses are good, they are great. Even the little ones on the cheek or his brow. He's not totally shameless so any lingering or deeper kisses in private (and ofc if you're masc, that's just safer). I mean he could just kiss and hug you forever, he just gets drunk on all the affection and love. Definiately the sort of person to just make out and be totally content; he'll get pretty cheeky and bitey, too. If you have a tickle spot, look out. It will be found. Also, if he's already in a manic-happy mood, expect random lines of poetry between the kisses.

(Zib always notices when there's lovebites or lipstick left on him and comments on it. Rocky almost never notices but !! It makes him oddly happy, even as he immediately covers/cleans up.)

Also if you go on bootlegging jobs with him, there's probably a "no PDA until certain danger has passed" rule because of uh, certain past incidents. If you two start getting touchy-feely then Freckle coughs VERY loudly and tries not to die of embarrassment.

Even when you two are in a situation where there can't be any PDA - maybe you're masc presenting, maybe you're in front of friends who don't approve or you're in a "business" meeting with some sketchy sorts - He still wants to stand very close, shoulder-to-shoulder. Rocky isn't aware how much he'll touch your shoulder, pat your head, pat your back, and so on.

Alas, he can't play his violin for you while smooching and hugging. He still likes to hum melodies to work on later. Looking at you just makes them pop into his head. That means cuddling isn't this serene quiet thing, you two are chattering or he's humming something against your skin. Oh, and he's great at remembering your favorite songs, whether they're folksy, jazz, classical - he has the range!

Since you're around him so often, you'll notice when Rocky's happy-go-lucky mask begins to slip. He'd try even harder to keep it up around you, not wanting to "scare" you off, but no one can keep that momentum up forever. You'll have to reassure him, many times, that he doesn't have to pretend around you. If he's troubled, he should tell you. It's going to take time (and probably a life threatening injury) before you get the full extent of his loneliness and fears. He's been burying it for years, after all. Slowly, he'll bring up bits of his past and his parents, but you won't get much unless he's under the influence or wounded.

It's been said before but, yes, it's obvious to anyone with a pulse how much he adores you. Some people he knows don't even know you're name because he always refers to you as his angel from on high, his auspicious muse, his grandest sweetheart, his Helen of Troy, so on and so forth. It's just. endless. If you're a more high-class sort of person, and/or someone whose very level-headed or serious, they don't hide their surprise to learn you two are together. There might be blunt questions, like what do you see in him. He won't admit it, but those inquiries do hurt Rocky's feelings, albeit he laughs it off. He's quite happy if you stick up for him and express that you're very happy with him, thank you very much.

So, yes. You have this particular bootlegging music-playing poetry-reciting man around your finger. Treat him well and don't let him go off and do stupid things for your sake. If you asked anything of Rocky, he'd do it in a heartbeat, but that sort of intense devotion isn't always in his interest. Maybe that devotion gets a little obsessive, especially on his insecure days. A more steady and mature partner would help pump the breaks on that, while someone more on his wavelength would uh .... Well, it'd be absolutely chaotic, but at least it'd be fun?

#i tried not to repeat myself but oops LOOK #he is a LOVE BUG okay please give him attention 😭#rocky rickaby x reader #lackadaisy x reader

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iovesia · 1 year

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SWEET SERIAL KILLER.

❥⠀masterlist. ⠀:⠀ ( scream masterlist. )

synopsis: what it would be like to date billy loomis.

warnings: gaslighting. mentions of murder. fluff. mild angst.

pairings: billy loomis⠀𝒙⠀gender neutral!reader.

josie’s note .⁺ ˖ ⌒ this is a repost from my old account, but this time i actually fixed my grammar mistakes. your media consumption is your own responsibility, read the warnings and enjoy!— reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated !! ♡

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Billy. Loomis. A relationship with him is not for the faint-of-heart, let’s be honest.

At first, he’d be your average-high-school boyfriend. He would drive you around, hang out in your room, having movie nights, that typical stuff. You’d think every was fine, until eventually his true colors start to seep through the cracks.

“Oh shit!” you jump, nearly spilling the popcorn all over the floor, as one of the camp counselors on TV gets brutally gutted.

Even though you weren’t the biggest horror fan, you tried to tough it out for Billy. You side glance over to the boy laying next to you, his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he intensely stares at movie. It’s hard to miss the excited glint in his eye each time jason goes for the kill.

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His love language is words of affirmation. Since his mom abandoned him, it left him with a lot of insecurities, so words of encouragement and telling him you love him, and you won't leave him eases his anxiety.

He’s much more introverted in comparison to his friends (friends being literally just stu 💀), so he tends to observe other people a lot. You catch him just staring at you for long periods of time, while at first you find it cute, at times it gets a little bit.. unnerving.

You two would sit on the window sill of your room, and talk for hours. Sometimes he’ll bring cigarettes— he doesn’t smoke often, but sometimes he does it to take the edge off.

He’s not big on PDA, so the most he’ll do in public is let you sit in between his legs if you’re at a party or something, or he’ll wrap an arm around your shoulders.

But in private… oh-boy.

He’s much more touchy-feely in private. He feels more comfortable now that it’s just the two of you, rather than having loads of people seeing you guys.

He likes to be little spoon, don’t even fight me on this.

Even though it’s hella greasy, he loves when you play with his hair. twirling it between your fingers, braiding it, or scratching his head is his kink. It makes him feel so relaxed.

He’d vent to you about his mom. You're his only safe space where can put his guard down (or at least some of it). You’d let him cry in your lap, and soothe him by running your nails down his back, or whispering comforting words.

He’s got some anger issues, because deep down he’s a very passionate person. So he tends to yell, and snap a lot.

He would begin to feel a little bad when he sees how you flinch at his outbursts. He’d mumble a quick sorry, and gradually calm down, or just leave you alone for a while.

Random head-canon, but I feel like Billy is one of those people who literally drives in silence. I'm sorry, I just can’t picture him listening to any music. But, when you are with him, he’ll let you play whatever you want.

His favourite holiday is secretly christmas. It reminds him of a time when him and his family were happy— it has a bittersweet sentiment. But he’s not gonna do anything big, like costumes or flashing decorations. You two would spend it together inside, watching christmas horror movies and enjoying each other’s company.

Now, getting into the less fun side of dating Billy.

Like I said before, he has a bit of temper. He’s very passionate about what he thinks, and he doesn’t have a healthy way of expressing that.

If you two disagreed about something, he would definitely give you the silent treatment. Or even worse, probably gaslight you into thinking you were in the wrong, and that you’re the one with issues.

“See! This is why I can’t talk to you about anything, [y/n]. You’re so goddamn sensitive over everything.”

It would get ten times worse after he gets arrested when Sidney calls the police on him. You’d obviously want to stay away from him, and so you do (unofficially breaking up).

You go a few weeks without talking or seeing him, but you can’t seem to shake off the feeling that someone’s watching you.

When Billy loves, he loves hard. He'd let you go, pretending that you're broken up, and let you blow off some steam. But, trust that a certain masked figure will be visiting you soon.

#☆. scream.#billy loomis x reader #billy loomis imagine #ghostface imagine #ghostface x reader #scream imagine #scream x reader #scream 1996 #skeet ulrich

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cupidssweetheart0103 · 1 year

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sapnap nsfw and sfw head cannons?😣 istg that man is so hot I need him so bad

I have really long nails usually and I just cut em all off and now typing is really hard cause I’m not used to it so sorry in advance for any messed up weird typos and shit<3

WARNINGS: chubby chaser mention, face sitting mention, hair pulling, cum eating, praise, overstimulation, vibrators, buttplugs

SFW

Sap absolutely is the type of guy to lay on your chest when you cuddle, even though he puts on a tough-guy act

Which is why he loves cuddling on the couch the most, that way he can lay on your chest and watch a movie with you at the same time

Before you guys got together, he was very inconsistent about doing his laundry, putting it off till the last minute

But once he saw you wear one of his shirts, you bet your ass he was doing laundry every other day, making sure he always had a fresh one for you to put on when he saw you

Because there was no way he was letting you wear one that he hadn’t washed in two days

However, when you wore something of his he avoided washing it because he could still smell you on it

He’s horrible at cooking, but half of his love language is acts of service, so he always tries to make easy stuff look hard

Like making really elaborate sandwiches, that take zero skill but look like it took 4hrs

Or making you waffles or pancakes and pretends they weren’t made with the mix from a box by covering em in fruit and stuff to make me look pretty

Speaking of love languages, i imagine he’s pretty big on acts of service

Which is why I can’t imagine him ever letting you open your own drinks, like if you get a drink that’s got a tab or a cap he always opens it for you

And he has such a good memory for the minor things, but a garbage one for the major things

Like he’ll notice when you stop to look at certain types of flowers more than others

But if you tell him what your favorite color is he will have no fucking clue if you asked him five minutes later

But when he notices you always pick the same color character in a game, he’ll know it’s your favorite color

NSFW

Now listen as much as people wanna talk about Sapnap being a thigh lover and a chubby-chaser and a lover of having his face sat on, can we take a step back from that for a minute???

This guy would be the sweetest fuckin thing sometimes omg

And like don’t get me wrong i don’t doubt he loves having you on his mouth 24/7 and having his hands just full of your thighs

But I cannot imagine this guy being comfortable being rough with you until you guys have a sit down and talk about it

Cause I can totally see him having you sat on his lap, just sweet soft kisses while his hands are under the edge of your shirt, just brushing across your ribs

And he’d nip at your neck softly and just be absolutely addicted to the little noises you make

And I’m sure when you get down to it he won’t be all slow and gentle

But i can’t imagine him using your hair as leverage when he fucks you from behind until you’ve sat down and talked about it

And boy oh boy once you do, you’re done for

He’d have you bent over half the surfaces in the house, making you lick your own cum off the table when he’s done with you

He totally can be sweet at the same time tho, holding you close to him and holding your face in his neck as he praises you, telling you how good your doing when he has you pushing your fourth orgasm of the night

And his aftercare would be elite, not letting you get up for anything, and carrying you when you did

As much as I think he’s an ass and thighs guy, I think he has plenty of appreciation for tits too

Like he loves sucking on them, holding them when he has the chance

Which is why he likes cuddling with his head on your chest instead of vise versa, when he’s bored he’d just push your shirt up and lick your tits

And btw Sapnap would not be afraid of a little assistance

He’d probably be the one to recommend a vibrator, putting it on your clit when he’d eat you out, nearly moaning a little too loud when it bumps the tip of his dick when he lines up to fuck you

And butt plugs?

I think he’d love making you wear one even throughout the day, knowing you feel it every time you move, knowing you feel like a slut, would get him off

#mcyt smut #sapnap smut #sapnap x reader smut

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Will Byers | Second Kiss, But Not The Last

Part One

Part two to First Last Kiss

*•.¸♡Request : none

*•.¸♡Prompt : none

*•.¸♡𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : mentions of violence

*•.¸♡Paring : Will Byers x GN!reader

*•.¸♡𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : Finally, after nearly a year- you're reunited with Will

*•.¸♡words : 900+

You clutched the book tight in your hand, but not hard enough to damage the cover or any of the pages. It had been almost a year since you saw Will. You kept in contact, you would send the occasional letters, but you got caught up in school and your after school job so you opped for extra money from babysitting and gardening and then calling him every second Sunday.

Mike knocked his shoulder against yours, motioning for you to grab your stuff. You reached up and grabbed your bag, following him off the plane. You had made it to California, your stomach swirling with anxiety at seeing Will again. You looked over Mike's shoulder seeing Will, El, Jonathan and, by your guess, one of Jonathan's friends in the seats.

El waved to Mike and they rushed to each other. You smiled at Will before running at him, throwing your arms around his shoulders. Will wrapped his arms around your waist resting his head on yours.

Once you stepped back you hit his shoulder. "You little shit you got taller," You snarked, smiling up at him.

"No I think you just got shorter," Will shot back with a goofy smile. "Oh I uh, I made you something." Will held out a dark brown canvas paper, a lighter cream string tied around the middle. "But maybe wait until we get home, it's kinda big and there's a lot of people here."

You smiled and nodded, running your fingers over the top. "I didn't do something so creative, but I got that book you wanted by… Alice what's her face," You laughed as you forgot the author's name and handed Will the book. Will smiled, scoffing in disbelief, smiling at the Blue bow you tied around it. Will turned the little tag over in his hand.

To Will, love from Y/N

"Y/N," El called, smiling happily at you. You spun around to her giving her a hug as Mike and Will finally said hi.

"Hey El," You smiled pulling back. "Look at how long your hair is," You noted, brushing at El's bangs. You took your hands back, shoving them in your jacket's denim pockets.

"You Y/N right?" Jonathan's friend interrupted with a question, gesturing at you. You stuttered slightly but nodded anyway.

"Oh yeah, Y/N/N this is Argyle," Will introduced. "Jonathan's friend." You smiled and nodded.

"Hi," You greeted and smiled.

"Sweet to finally meet you man," Argyle said with a dopey smile.

"Good to meet you too," You said maintaining your smile.

"Shall we go?" Mike asked, guessing out of the airport. The others nodded to Argyle and Jonathan, leading you all out. Will looked over at you, before sliding his hand into yous. You smiled, laughing quietly to yourself before lacing your fingers together.

SOMETIME LATER

"She'll be alright," You assured with a nod, referring to El hitting Anglia in the face with a roller skate. Will knelt next to you, helping you set up a bed in his room. "She is tough."

"Yeah, but Mike's being kinda a dick about it," Will sighed fluffing out a dark blue pillow before dropping it with the others.

"Well, Mike has always been 'kind of a dick'," You laughed softly, moving to sit on Will's bed. "Can I look at the painting now?" You nodded to the rolled canvas that rested on Will's desk, a mess of acrylic and watercolours mixed around.

"Oh shit, yeah," Will cursed, wiping his hands on his jeans before grabbing the painting, knocking a few tubes of paint off. Will held it out to you, like he did before at the airport. You took it, slowly uniting the slightly frayed string. Will sat next to you, your shoulders touching. "It's not much but, I don't know…" Will shrugged, watching your fingers move across the canvas.

You unrolled the painting, a smile already forming on your face. It was a landscape of hued blues and greens of a stream; pink, purple and red flower shapes lining one side of the reflective river. Lime and forest green trees took up most of the space on the left side of the page, orange and pink sunset sky with white clouds took up the rest of the space; except, for the two figures holding hands that stood in the trees.

"I tried to make it look like us," Will explained pointing to the figures, nervously bouncing his leg. "I don't know how well I succeeded." You laughed softly, leaning over and resting your head on his shoulder. Will moved his arm, resting it on your shoulders, rubbing shapes with his fingers on your shoulder.

"I love it," You whispered with a love sick smile. You titled your head up, slowly taking Will's hand that rested in his lap, rubbing your thumb across his knuckles. "I love you." Will smiled down at you, just as lovesick. Will squeezing his hand in yours.

"Can I kiss you?" Will whispered, eyes flicking across your face. You pushed yourself up, placing Will's painting carefully to the side before spinning back to him.

"Absolutely," You confirmed with a smile and a quiet giggle. Will reached his hand out, holding your cheek and bringing your face to his. You rested one hand on his leg for support, the other gripping at his flannel shirt. Your lips danced together, losing yourself in each other.

Once you pulled back, equally out of breath as each other, Will huffed with a smile. "God I've missed you," Will whispered, before pulling you back to him. You smiled against his lips, sliding the hand that rested on his shirt up to his neck.

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Safe and Sound

Prompts: “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?” + 'A hears that B got hurt and rushes over in a panic to see if they are okay' Requested by: Anon & @spuffyfan394

Pairing: Evan Buckley x GN!Reader

Warnings: Mention of violence, mild injury description, bruises, assault with a bat - nothing graphic

Words: 884 - short and sweet

When Buck saw Athena walk into the fire station by herself, he immediately knew something was wrong. You two were planning to come in together, to have dinner with the crew.

Walking up to Athena and Bobby, Buck felt a nervous knot in his stomach. "Hey Athena, where's Y/n?"

Facing him full on, Athena took a breath. "Now don't go worrying your big head into a panic. But-"

"But?" His heart started pounding. Too late, the panic started.

"On a call today, Y/n got hurt. I dropped them off at the hospital, it didn't look too bad, but they might keep Y/n over night."

Buck's eyes flicked between Athena and Bobby as his heart started pounding. "What happened?"

She let out a sigh. "Some drunk bastard with a baseball bat."

"Baseball bat?!"

"Buck, calm down. Just relax." Bobby began as he put his hands on Buck's shoulders. "We have plenty of crew in the house today to cover if a call comes in, go ahead and head to the hospital okay?"

Buck nodded, unable to speak as he ran out of the station. The whole drive was spent in nervous silence as his fingers impatiently tapped the steering wheel.

Rushing into the hospital and up to the desk, he inquired after you with rushed words.

"Oh they checked out."

"Checked out?"

"Yes, about twenty minutes ago. There was no need for them to stay over night."

"Oh, good, okay. Uh, thank you." Hastening out of the hospital, he began to drive to your apartment.

Slipping in through the door, he looked around, seeing your discarded shoes and bag, but you no where in sight, he called out. "Y/n? You here?!"

Only a second of silence passed before a response came. "Bedroom!" He felt the knot in his stomach recede at the sound of your voice.

Slowly opening the door, he peaked in, seeing you lying in the bed. You smiled at him, but it faltered when you saw the worried and shocked look on his face.

"Don't worry, it looks worse than it is."

Buck quickened to the bed as he looked over your face. You had a small cut on your lip, and a large bruise on your cheek bone. "Athena said some guy attacked you with a bat?"

"Yeah, he only got one hit in with the bat, bruised some ribs, but it's alright."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled off the covers, and you allowed him to lift your shirt. You saw him wince as he looked over the developing bruise along your side. You set your hand on his arm. "It's alright, it doesn't hurt too much."

He gave you a look that told you he didn't believe you, seeing right through the lie. "Yeah well it will hurt more later on, and I don't care how tough you are. Maybe I should take the day off tomorrow"

You smiled but shook your head. "There's no need Buck, I'm alright, I promise."

He let out a sigh as he pulled your shirt back own, his fingers playing with the hem. Even if you said h didn't need too, he already decided to ask Bobby or the day off.

His brow furrowed before a small smile played on his lips. "Is this my shirt?" He asked tugging lightly on it.

You look down at the shirt and smiled. "You mean our shirt?"

He let out a soft chuckle. "Oh, it's ours now is it?"

"Anything you leave at my place automatically becomes a shared possession. Same as the stuff I left at yours. Feel free to wear my clothes any time."

He laughed. "I don't think I could look nearly as good in them, as you look in mine." Leaning forward he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

You smiled at him, bringing your hand to his face. "You left the firehouse as soon as Athena showed up alone didn't you?"

He smiled and nodded. You sighed dramatically, laying your head back. "And I was so hoping you'd bring me some food back."

Buck's eyes widened a bit as he began to stand. "Do you want some? I can go back and get some if you want."

You let out a laugh as you grabbed his arm, pulling him back down, wincing a bit from the motion. "No, I'm kidding. Just stay. That's what I want." He smiled at you, taking your hand in his. "And maybe some order out." You added on with a grin.

He chuckled. "Anything you want."

"In a while though. Come here." You pulled him towards you, pressing a kiss to his lips, before you moved over in the bed.

As he lied down next to you, you laid your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you and pressed a kiss to your head.

"Are you sure you are okay?" He asked softly.

You nodded your head. "Yes. I'm more than alright now that you are here." You nestled your head into his neck and closed your eyes.

Leaning his head on top of yours, he pulled you a little closer, careful to not hurt you. Closing his eyes, he breathed in your familiar scent, settling his nerves, reining himself that you were safe and sound in his arms.

xx End xx

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wheels-of-despair · 1 year

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@funsonmunson-again's Birthday Week Writing Challenge Oliver Soon-to-be-Munson and the Best Birthday Ever The Eddie: Janitor!Eddie The Prompt: #6: write me something domestic. use your eddie of choice, reader pregnant or not, just give me something for my ovaries to combust to. show me dad!eddie Words: 3.8k? It just kinda... happened. 😳 Contains: Oliver's first birthday with Janitor!Eddie and Teach. Notes: I did some bad math and figured they'd get Oliver in about 1994, so this is meant to take place that summer, while they're just fostering him. Then somebody dropped new Eddie Age info and I was too far into it to recalculate. Disregard if this conflicts with the official timeline. This contains no I Love You's - because I don't know if they're there yet at this point, and those firsts aren't mine to write anyway. (But I'd love to read them, hint hint.)

"Ollie's got a birthday coming up. Any ideas?"

"Hmmm," Eddie hums, crawling into bed after a long day. He settles his head on your chest and wiggles the rest of his body so close, he's nearly on top of you. You smile and wrap your arms around him. You both lie there and think quietly for a moment.

"I don't think we should do anything too big," he says thoughtfully. "Just something normal. If his mom gets him back, we don't want his next birthday to be drastically different."

"Good idea," you agree, twirling a strand of his hair in your fingers. "What's considered normal these days?"

"You're asking me about normal?" he chuckles.

"Nevermind," you laugh. "What was your most memorable birthday?"

"The year it was just me and my mom," he answers quickly. "Dad was in jail. Mom made me a cake and gave me a little red matchbox car. It was all I played with for months."

"Aw," you coo, scratching his scalp gently.

"Then Dad got out and stomped it 'cause I left it in the floor." You kiss the top of his head and hold him a little tighter.

"What was yours?" he asks.

"We were never really big on birthdays. Just dinner and a present or two. Cards from relatives. Very low-key."

He hums and nuzzles into you. You let out a sigh.

"I kinda feel like we should just ask him, but I think it would put too much pressure on him. Poor baby's still afraid to ask for seconds at dinner. Even if he had something in mind, he probably wouldn't tell us."

A sad silence falls over the room. You want to give your sweet boy the world, but you don't know if he could handle it just yet.

"Wayne used to take me to the movies," Eddie says.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Dollar Days at The Hawk."

"The Hawk?"

"There used to be a theater on Main Street, before the mall moved in and turned it into a ghost town. When times were slow, and there was nothing good out, they'd show old movies. A double feature for a dollar. It was old black and white stuff, mostly. The first time Wayne took me, it was pirate movies. That's what kicked off my pirate era."

"Pirate Eddie, huh?"

"Oh yeah. Talked like a pirate for almost a year. Badly. Every stick was a sword. Surprised Wayne didn't make me walk the plank." You chuckle, and you can feel him grinning into your chest.

"I bet you were adorable."

He scoffs. "Pirates are not adorable! They're rough and tough!"

"If you say so, baby." You kiss the top of his head again with a grin.

"Anyway, that was our thing. My birthday's a movie dead zone, so there was usually a Dollar Days promotion going on. I don't think we ever saw pirates again, though. It was mostly westerns after that."

"Was there a Cowboy Eddie era?"

"You bet there was, little lady," he drawls. You cackle and quickly quiet yourself, hoping you hadn't woken up Ollie. "I was gonna move out west and live like the good ol' days. I wanted a ranch with horses and cows and a good dog and a pretty lady."

"Well, one out of five's not bad, I guess." He looks up at you in confusion. "You got the lady, at least," you tease with a wink.

"That's all I need," he whispers. You give him a kiss on the forehead, and both return to your previous positions.

"So, making Oliver a cake and taking him to the movies?"

"Sounds good to me."

"Good morning, birthday boy!" you smile from the stove, where you're keeping an eye on the bacon.

Oliver has finally wandered in, still in his pajamas. He's hugging his teddy bear with one arm and rubbing his eyes with his free hand. This child is the cutest little thing you've ever seen.

"Happy Birthday, bud," Eddie says, coming in from the living room.

"Thanks," Oliver says shyly, looking at the floor.

"What do you think: Breakfast first, or a present?" Eddie asks the boy with a mischievous grin.

Oliver's eyes light up, but he shrugs.

"What do you think, sweetheart?" Eddie asks you.

"I think I'm not quite done over here yet, so you should probably start with a present. That alright with you, Ollie?"

He nods, and you grin at him.

Eddie ducks back into the living room and returns with a neatly wrapped box, which he sets on the table with an exaggerated grunt. Oliver looks from the gift to Eddie to you, silently asking permission.

"It's okay," you encourage him with a smile and a nod.

He sits at the table and carefully unwraps it, almost like he's afraid of what's inside.

What's inside are ten Hardy Boys books.

The school library had a few random volumes left over from the 50s, and Ollie always had one checked out. They were his favorites; he would read the same four or five mysteries over and over again.

You'd never seen a child so happy about getting a book. His jaw dropped, and he reached out and ran his finger along the spines. You'd found a boxed set of the first ten books at a thrift store. They looked almost like new.

"They're really mine?"

"Of course, bud," Eddie assures him.

"For keeps?"

"Yup," you chirp.

First, he hugs his books. Then he hugs Eddie. Then he runs over and hugs you. (You step away from the stove when you see him coming, not wanting him to get too close to the hot pans.) And then he returns to his books, staring at them like he's afraid to take them out.

Eddie seems to sense this, and pulls his chair closer.

"Have you read any of these yet?" he asks.

"This one," Oliver points to a spine, "and this one. I think."

Eddie pulls out the first book Oliver pointed at and reads the summary on the back.

"Yeah, that's my favorite!" Oliver says in amazement when he sees the cover of the book Eddie holds, which is facing him. He excitedly pulls the rest out, one at a time, and carefully inspects each cover.

While he's busy poring over every detail of the cover art, Eddie gives you a smile that almost makes you forget the breakfast you're supposed to be cooking. The ding of the oven timer brings you back to reality.

Turning back to the stove, you hurriedly pull out a pan of biscuits and start turning off burners. Eddie gets up and pulls down a stack of plates for you.

"Alright bud, ready for breakfast now?"

Oliver nods, carefully putting his books back into their box, in the correct order. He tries to pick it up off the table, but struggles until Eddie swoops in. He's just a little guy, after all.

"Wanna put these in your room for now?" Eddie asks. Oliver nods and follows him to the bedroom; Eddie with an armful of books and Ollie with his teddy bear. By the time they get back - the books had to go on a shelf, obviously - breakfast is on the table. Bacon, and eggs, and biscuits made from scratch. The only person who was a bigger biscuit junkie than Ollie was Eddie, so you had two very happy and full boys that morning.

"What time's the thing?" you asked inconspicuously, washing the last of the dishes.

Eddie, who's on drying duty, looks down at his hand. He'd written down the showtime when he double-checked the paper that morning. "11:20."

"You wanna get Ollie dressed while I hop in the shower? If I go out smelling like bacon grease, every dog in town's gonna be chasing us."

He laughs and kisses your forehead, hanging up the dish towel and heading for Ollie's room. You drain the sink and make your way to the bathroom, smiling when you overhear Eddie teasing a fun birthday adventure while trying not to spill the beans.

After you're all dressed (and de-baconed), you hop in the car. Ollie watches curiously from his booster seat in the back.

"Where are we going?"

"Do you really want to know, or do you want it to be a surprise?" You turn around and give him a smile while Eddie drives. "It's okay either way. It's your call, bud."

Oliver shrugs.

"Do you want a hint?"

He thinks about it, then nods his head. A nod instead of a shrug. Progress!

"We're going to the movies."

Confusion clouds his little face.

"Have you ever been to the movies before?" you ask with a smile, hoping that it's disguising the panic you suddenly felt. Had he really never been before? Is this going to be overwhelming for him? Why hadn't you thought of this?!

"Like when we rent tapes?"

"Not exactly. We're going to a theater."

His face is blank.

"It's a big room in the mall, with lots of seats and a huge screen."

"Muuuch bigger than our TV," Eddie adds.

"And we watch the movie there?"

"Yup, on the big screen."

"Why?"

You look at Eddie helplessly, and he chuckles at you.

"Because it's fun," he says. "My Uncle Wayne used to take me on my birthday when I was little. We'd get a bucket of popcorn, and a drink, and then go sit in a comfy chair and wait for the lights to go down. They show you previews of other movies coming out soon, just like on the tapes we rent. And then they turn the real movie on. You've never seen anything like it. It's so big! It doesn't even matter what the movie is. It's just a cool thing to see, and a cool place to be."

"Especially when you're there with your favorite people," you add, looking at Eddie with a smile. He reaches over and squeezes your hand.

"So, sound like fun?" you ask, turning your attention back to Ollie.

He nods. You'll take it.

Oliver is understandably nervous when you arrive at the theater. It's his very first time, after all. He clings to your side from the minute you help him out of the car. Eddie buys the tickets at the box office out front, and sticks them in his front pocket. You walk Oliver around the lobby to look at the posters while Eddie waits in line to buy a bucket of popcorn and a drink from the counter inside.

Ollie's eyes linger over the candy counter when you come to meet Eddie, but he doesn't say a word. That's alright. You'll hook him up later, you think with a smirk. Moms have their ways.

("Their ways" meaning you bought candy at the dollar store a few days ago and hid it in the bottom of your purse. You feel no shame about this. Movie theater candy is highway robbery. Just the facts.)

With a bucket of popcorn and a gallon of soda, Eddie leads the way into the theater. He picks a spot in the back, away from everyone else, and you all get settled in. You check your watch.

"Ten minutes to go. Probably a good time to hit the bathroom," you note. Eddie nods.

"Wanna hit the head before the movie starts, buddy?" Oliver shrugs. "C'mon," Eddie says with a smile and a tilt of his head. They leave together, and you guard the popcorn.

They come back just in time. Oliver sits between you, munching on popcorn and looking around. There's not a whole lot to see in here; it's a morning matinee, and the movie's been out for a while, so there's only a handful of other people. Then the lights go down, and Oliver tenses.

"It's alright, it just means the show's about to start," Eddie whispers to him. Oliver looks to you, and you nod in agreement. He sits back in his seat and pulls his knees up, resting his chin on them. You and Eddie share A Look over his head.

And then the screen comes to life. Oliver's eyes widen. You and Eddie are both trying to watch him without being obvious about it, and failing hilariously. You watch him all through the previews, completely transfixed by the clips on the giant screen in front of him.

When the theater chain's roller coaster intro came on, you thought Oliver was going to lose his mind. His eyes were the size of saucers, and his jaw was dangerously close to coming unhinged. You and Eddie grin at each other. This was the show you came to see.

And then the lights dim more, and the movie starts. Oliver perks up at the Disney logo, which he is very familiar with. You and Eddie's traditional Friday night plans of "dinner and a movie" looked a little different these days, but you loved them just the same. Maybe more.

A song blasts through the speakers scattered throughout the theater. Oliver leans forward, seemingly possessed by the music, inching closer and closer to the empty seat in front of him as each new animal appears. By the time the lions show up, he's standing, grasping the top edge of the chair in front of him with both hands, like it's all that's keeping him from falling into the movie.

You cover your mouth and look over at Eddie, who is grinning so hard, it looks like it might actually split his face.

After a few minutes of letting him soak it in, you reach forward and hook your finger through his belt loop, pulling him back to his seat gently. He lands on his chair with a light bounce, but doesn't seem to notice. You and Eddie share another grin, and start digging into the popcorn.

You've never seen any child pay such close attention to anything for so long in your life. And you've spent quite a lot of time around them. But Oliver remains focused throughout the entire movie, from the opening sunrise to the final scene where the good guy triumphs. He didn't even get scared during those freaky hyena scenes.

When the lights finally come back on, Oliver sits back in his seat and breathes for the first time in an hour and a half. He looks up at Eddie, then at you.

"Well, what'd you think?" you ask.

"This was the best birthday EVER."

The cub's ruling may have come a little early, because the day was still young.

Oliver had been too captivated by the movie to eat anything, and you and Eddie had only eaten half the popcorn, so you brought the bucket home with you. You looked back at him, munching on a handful and staring thoughtfully out the window. You wished you knew what was going on in his head…

But you soon found out. After he'd eaten his fill of popcorn and had time to process the mind-blowing event of going to the movies for the first time, and he started talking. And he didn't stop.

He told you about his favorite scenes, and his favorite characters, and what his favorite song was, and that he knew all along that the good guy would win in the end. He'd memorized so many details from the movie, after only one viewing, you were extremely impressed. You and Eddie nodded along happily, laughing and gasping in the appropriate places of his passionate re-telling.

By the time you got close to home, Oliver had nearly talked himself out. His blinks were becoming longer, and he leaned his head back against the seat. Eddie, who'd been keeping an eye on him in the rearview mirror, took the long way around instead of his usual shortcut. Oliver was asleep when you pulled in the driveway.

Eddie handed you the keys and opened the back door to unbuckle Oliver and pull him out. You led the way up the front steps and unlocked the door, holding it for your beautiful boys. Eddie carried Oliver into his room and came back out with a grin.

"You think he liked it?" he asks, causing both of you to burst into a fit of hushed giggles.

"Wayne'll be here in an hour and a half. Wanna get stuff ready, or lay on the couch for a few?" Eddie asks. You look at each other for approximately three seconds before heading to the couch.

You doze for about an hour, then get up and start working on Oliver's birthday dinner. You've got a salad to make and a cake to ice. Eddie's got grilling to do. After all the vegetables are washed, Eddie goes to wake up Oliver. When they return to the kitchen, you send them both outside with a pan full of vegetables wrapped in foil. Eddie might not be great with the baking, but the man can grill anything.

A few minutes later, Wayne knocks twice, then lets himself in as you're starting to frost the cake you baked late last night.

"Hi, Wayne!"

"Hey, darlin'. You need help?"

"Nope, just finishing up. You need a drink?"

"Eddie's got the cooler outside. Uh…" You look up from the cake to see Wayne rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, just like Eddie does. "You got wrappin' paper?"

"Yeah, hall closet." You point, and he shuffles over and pulls out a roll of blue striped paper.

"Scissors?"

"Scissors and tape are in the top drawer closest to you," you point again. "You need help?"

"I can wrap a damn present, girl."

"Then why didn't you teach Eddie how?"

"Boy wouldn't sit still long enough." You both grin, and he pulls something out of his flannel pocket and drops it on the table, turning his back to you and getting to work.

You slather the last of the frosting on your cake as Wayne walks the roll of blue paper back to the closet.

"I, uh… I didn't have any."

"That's okay. I've always got plenty, appropriate for any gift-wrapping occasion. Help yourself, any time."

"Thanks. Uh... all I had was newspaper, and I didn't have time to make it to the store and back… I, uh, didn't want the boy to feel like he was an afterthought." Your heart swells, but you can already hear Wayne's "don't go gettin' all emotional on me, girl", so you take an alternate route.

"Wayne, you know it's what's inside the paper that counts," you say with a wink. He chuckles, and Oliver peeks his head inside the door.

"Eddie says to bring him some dang meat."

"Tell him to hold his dang horses," you laugh, reaching into the fridge for a plate of burgers and hot dogs. Oliver relays your reply out the door, and you can hear Eddie cackle from his place by the grill. Wayne stuffs the little package back into his pocket and reaches for the dang meat. You pick up your salad and follow him out the door, which Oliver holds for you like a gentleman.

While Eddie cooks his dang meat, Oliver tells Wayne about his day so far: breakfast, books, the coolest movie ever. Wayne grins, then pats his pocket with a questioning look at you. You nod. He pulls out his present, and hands it to Ollie.

"Another present?!"

"Yup. Happy Birthday, little man."

Oliver looks at you, and you nod, giving him the go-ahead. He tears off the paper to reveal two matchbox cars: a red one, and a blue one.

"What'd you get, buddy?" Eddie asks, leaning over to see. He freezes when he sees the two little cars.

"I figured you needed two so you could play with your-- with Eddie," Wayne corrects quickly.

"Thank you!" Ollie says with a grin, holding his cars closer to inspect the details. Eddie shares a look with Wayne, then looks to you. You give him a warm smile, knowing exactly what this reminds him of.

Dinner went great. You had burgers, hot dogs, roasted veggies and corn on the cob, salad, and potato chips. (Eddie insisted that having a cook-out without potato chips was against the laws of America. Wayne and Oliver backed him up on this. Who were you to argue with the laws of America, as decided by the people?)

You brought out the cake and stuck the candles in it. Eddie insisted that everyone sing "Happy Birthday" to Ollie, and proceeded to dramatically air-guitar his way through it. Oliver laughed so hard at Eddie, and at Wayne rolling his eyes at Eddie, he had to hold onto you for support. He finally caught his breath and blew out his candles. While Eddie was removing the candles and preparing to cut the cake, Ollie looked up at you with his big eyes. You leaned down closer, sensing that he wanted to tell you something.

"Do you want to know what I wished for?" he whispers.

"If you tell, it won't come true," you whisper back. He looks thoughtful for a moment, then grins.

"Cake?" he asks.

"Cake!" you repeat.

"Cake." Eddie says, placing a piece in front of Oliver, then handing you one across the table.

"Cake?" Wayne asks, not wanting to be left out.

"Cake!" Eddie says, giving Wayne a piece, then settling down with his own.

After everyone was properly caked, Wayne went home to get ready for work. You and Eddie performed a hasty clean-up (thank you, aluminum foil), and you put away leftovers while the boys played on the living room floor with their new cars. Ollie's favorite color is blue, so Eddie laid claim to the red car. (Even though you heard Ollie tell Eddie he could have the blue one if he wanted, like the sweetest boy in the whole world.)

You leaned on the counter and watched them play, racing and doing daring stunts and making hilarious sound effects as they recklessly 'drove' over any surface in reach. You could watch them for hours, but that would interfere with a certain birthday boy's bedtime.

Ollie never complained when you told him it was bedtime. Maybe because bedtime here meant he got to wear clean pajamas and crawl into his own bed with a full belly and his favorite teddy bear, and have a bedtime story read to him by people who loved him.

He was struggling to keep his eyes open when Eddie finished tonight's chapter of the fantasy book they'd picked out together. You tucked him in while Eddie turned on the nightlight.

"Good night, baby," you whisper with a kiss to the top of his head.

"Good night, buddy," Eddie said quietly on his way to the door.

"'Night," Oliver mumbles sleepily, "was best birthday ever."

It really was.

Bonus: Oliver's wish was that he could stay with you and Eddie forever. I can tell you that now, because it already came true. 😉

Double Bonus:

#writings of despair #funsonsbdaygame #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #janitor!eddie #i did not mean for this to get so long #it just! wouldn't! stop!

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sawixii · 3 months

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i makea da other list. it's even longer this time

content: (everyone i didn't talk abt before lol) von kaiser, king hippo, bear hugger, soda popinski, bald bull, little mac+doc louis (and a random mention of nintendo's other forgotten fighting game ARMS)

art by @verawhisk he's so eepy here

von kaiser

erykah badu once said "totally underrated. i don't think people have dealt with his disability. the stuttering- it's not just the stuttering. something happened to him. i just don't think, y'know, people really cared a lot about it." and she was talking about porky pig but that is my feelings on von kaiser

BUT SERIOUSLY NINTENDO why characterize the second lowest ranking boxer in both nes and wii punch out as having uncontrollable physical tics who is also extremely tough on himself to the point of smacking himself in the head multiple times to reprimand himself???? i don't want to fight him dude PLEASE

he definitely wasn't in super punch out despite icon status because of all the young kids fighting for no reason?? like birdy mac is 17, heike is 19, there's a fuckin flood of 20 year olds. have you ever sat down and wrapped your head around the fact that aran ryan is only 23. his teacher side forced him to back off

his fight with little mac nearly got him booted from the minor league because the ref accused him of throwing the match by only throwing punches that mac would easily block. mac was really pissed bc he assumed von kaiser was underestimating him but he vouched for kaiser and kept him in the wvba. they aren't on good terms bc mac actually has experienced not being taken seriously but he knows he didn't mean anything by it. kaiser just isn't a cold blooded fighter

sorry all kaiser's stuff was so dark AGH i just have emotions abt him. kaiser knows the end of his career is coming around so he started forcing himself not to pick every fight offered to him and distract himself from the time the fight would be happening by exploring the city around him. he most enjoys finding new restaurants and eating with a friend, mostly joe or disco kid.

king hippo

king hippo fans pspspsps. i know it's hard being a fan of a character who likes eating. i was a niall fan i understand your pain

distractable. omg so distractable and so sweet if you're hanging out with him and literally anyone else starts talking to him he's gone. mall vendors love him bc he will hang on to their every word and walk away with thirteen samplings of perfume and two fruity isla paradisa colognes. this absolutely also applies to street animals

u: hippo stop it's a street cat it's literally hissing at you

king hippo: (making purring noises and slow blinking)

it's not that he doesn't talk, it's the fact that everyone expects him to, so he refuses. get to know me on my own terms if you want to get to know me then. nonverbal power

really enjoys being independent so he doesn't like to date or adopt pets but his yard and the area around his house is filled with warm hiding places for strays to sleep and he keeps a big water bowl cleaned and filled to the top. he tries not to feed wild animals bc it's a really terrible idea to get them dependent but sometimes the wandering chickens are too cute

VERY serious about pacific island animal care. his money is for keeping himself fed and for the care and upkeep of his flowers and beehouses. more often than not he walks along the beach all day looking for trash or an animal in distress

i cannot tell you enough what an actual angel he is to be friends with. if you're depressed in another country he's already on a plane on his way. there is no stopping him. hippo is inevitable

you'd be hard pressed to find a single person on his islands who doesn't adore him and light up when he shows up EXCEPT. the owner of a tourist dive bar called sunset chaser. when hippo was a bab he kept wandering inside bc it's right on the beach and has bubbly vertical fish tanks all around. at first the owner assumed he just didn't speak english, then around the 13th visit he realized hippo understood everything he was saying (mostly Leave Please You're Not Old Enough) and was just showing up at this point to fuck with him. long story short hippo started showing up during peak business hours, get seen by the owner, and get chased out laughing his ass off. he comes around now as an adult (and famous) just to order water and soup and leave (30% tip)

loves to make people laugh and often does it without meaning to bc he's so expressive. if someone is an easy laugher (coughdiscokid coughbearhugger) he doesn't even do anything he just sits there and side eyes them like a dog. and then when they stop laughing he starts giggling and he has a crazy infectious laugh so nobody gets anything done

bear hugger

if you didn't have a crazy uncle before you do now

has never taken ANYTHING seriously. his two goals in life is to laugh and make The Perfect Breakfast (so far it requires waffle pancake towers and at least a gallon of maple syrup)

he never gets mean and he doesn't raise his voice when he's angry but when he sees invasive bugs and lizards and all that he turns into THE VERMINATOR

i'm telling you he's out there with a little vacuum laying waste to spotted lanternflies. and his squirrel has an even tinier vacuum and they're laughing like maniacs. it's kind of beautiful

he's kind of. a terrible friend DON'T CLICK OFF LET ME EXPLAIN he loves everyone and is a great guy to know and will come fix your spark plugs if you're in the middle of nowhere but he kind of doesn't realize that he can't just go off the grid whenever he wants for seven months without telling anyone why or where he is. he was just raised to be self sufficient and solitary

wanted to be a mountie as a kid but he decided he doesn't like the idea of answering to anyone just to go out and take care of nature. he does that every day. and he'd have to wear a shirt. no thanks

completely out of pocket humor. "there aren't any wild rats in alberta. i have seen some pet rats though. 's like a rat police state."

one of the very few adults who aren't lactose intolerant and he LOVES milk. he drinks a whole canteen full of it a day to keep himself strong. everyone in the major league is frankly disgusted by this but he's never broken a bone in his life and he's fallen out of at least 10 redwoods. so who's really crazy here

soda popinski

trying to fight the "blunt russian" stereotypes but he refuses to learn any english words besides "yes." "no." and "i don't know."

loyal to the cologne he's been using since he turned 15. the company making it nearly discontinued it but his team arranged to do an advertisement campaign with him as the face of the brand as long as they promised him a lifetime supply. it's a very cedar-y smell with undertones of chrysanthemum

actually really enjoys taking pictures with fans. he's not super confident about his looks but it's the one of the only times he allows himself to smile for pictures. otherwise you have photographers assuming that you will smile for any picture when that is simply not true

he was so hot in his 20's. hold on let me find the image

he didn't like any of the attention he got so at 24 he shaved his head and started growing out his facial hair.

in general he hates being told what to do or being made a fool of. there's a reason he's in the crowd throwing bottles at aran ryan in title defense he got PISSED when aran wasn't fighting fair

despite this and the persona he adopts in the ring he is an extremely level headed and accommodating man. he and bald bull click pretty easily since they both understand how hard it is to shake a reputation of past aggression

soda's wake-up call to that happened in high school. he was constantly restless and getting into trouble with his teachers because he was struggling academically but could never verbalize just how, and with his authority figures when he "had" to fight his classmates in order to not look like an idiot and a wimp. yuh deep rooted resentment of authority

he has never actually drunken alcohol before. "vodka drunkinski" was an over the top joke name around the wvba's tendency to push boxers into stereotypes (his boldness impressed bald bull and started their years long friendship)

he would probably be really good friends with mr. sandman but the two are both more listeners rather than talkers so nothing more than a cool nod when they pass each other happens

he actually has quite a comedic social media presence. always slightly behind the trends but has a giant following because of that. he's like a russian cher

bald bull

hoo. bald bull in my mind lives a crazy life

the first boxer ever signed to the wvba and plans to stick around until his muscles give out. that said the same loyalty cannot be prescribed to the wvba itself

as a young man he was the golden calf. the cash cow (sorry i'm done) he was ready for the cameras at any time; he owned his angry and aggressive persona and he loved the public's fascination with his deadly bull rush. the name bald bull was synonymous with power, fearlessness, with the best of the best and with success.

when don flamenco was coming onto the scene, it was exactly the matchup both men needed. i mean, hello?? the bull and the bullfighter??? this was the fight of the century and the wvba didn't let ANYONE forget it

of course a fight is one night only, but good advertising can last a lifetime. (for better or for worse.) all the promotional material starts rolling out; bald bull's snarl contrasted with the young, calm, captivating don. there were photoshoots of don in matador suits, swinging the red cape with a proud smirk on his face, as though he had already won. as though his opponent were really a bull.

bald bull didn't need to be told who was favored to win. if the bull beats the matador, there is no cheering.

bald bull did win the match, though. handily. practically a massacre; don flamenco hardly threw a punch that mattered. and bull was right; the crowd didn't cheer.

he hadn't even taken off his boxing gloves before bull was summoned to be checked for doping. he had a nasty fight with the wvba doctor then; if he wasn't doping, why wouldn't he just let the tests prove him right? he seemed uncharacteristically aggressive tonight. maybe he should take an indefinite break

finally he defended himself hoarse; he took the blood test. no outside intervention. no apology. no need to push the matter further.

both don and bull's teams approached the wvba with the ultimatum that neither boxer would be coerced into any further matches, on threat of losing both of the fighters. they agreed and don flamenco and bald bull have not spoken since. bull specifically refuses to make any statement on the incident, while don flatly reiterates bald bull's expertise as a veteran of boxing, staying silent on any other questions.

that was, if you could tell, when bald bull learned the sticking power of an aggressive persona. his name is still synonymous with intimidation, power, and rage, though at some point the line between compliment and insult started to blend together.

he's extremely cagey about his real self, though being in the spotlight for so long has left very little of his public image to the imagination, and he's certainly much more irritable than he was as a young man.

he isn't all that he makes himself out to be, obviously. but there is no softer side that's yet to be found; he's just human. that means enough to him, anyway

if you were to dig deep in the youtube educational side (why would you. dork) you would find content by bald bull aimed at students struggling with physics. he loved science in school and was constantly conducting little experiments, and he was fascinated by physics. he feels bad for anyone who really enjoys science but gets held back by higher applications, so he purposefully shows any and every mistake he makes in the experiment to disprove that you have to be perfect as a scientist and to add a bit of entertainment to an otherwise pretty excruciating field

he's extremely well traveled, having visited every country in europe and nearly the entirety of asia as well. his parents believed the best education a child could get was through direct exposure to the real world. he would get horribly homesick and withdraw, dreaming of his bedroom in turkey until his grandmother gave him a piece of advice he carries with him to this day

he grew to enjoy travel, and whenever he starts to feel homesick, he bakes himself baklava. not quite how his grandmother would make, but it comforts him all the same

little mac

i know we all want the wvba to be besties but we gotta be honest at some point. it would be weird if this seventeen year old were just casually hanging out with these men who are on average three times his age

he's a good boxer (duh) but i swear i heard years ago that he was doing professional boxing in order to go to law school later on? pls tell me if you've also heard that i often feel like i'm insane. lawyer mac is so cute rotating him in my mind

btw i believe the name "little mac" being a pretty well known moniker being first used by nes mac, then snes mac and whatnot. i do also believe in mac's first name being macario though so i think doc louis just got really lucky this time around

he was a pretty unremarkable student in terms of popularity before he got famous but after it got so unmanageable he had to switch to online school thereby isolating him even more

he gets flustered so easily. he'll be jogging at the crosswalk with doc waiting for it to clear and then accidentally make eye contact with some guy and nearly slip on his own feet

due to my penchant for forgotten fighting games i also made he and mechanica from ARMS siblings. they both have celebrity crushes on ribbon girl but mac is a kid cobra stan for lifeeee

he and doc have grown inseparable over the course of his career. mac does have parents but he considers doc a father figure too; mac's family tree puts way more merit on chosen family rather than blood

speaking of family trees mac's is wild. he has family in india, haiti, the philippines, mexico, hawai'i, brazil, indigenous america, puerto rica like family reunions go crazy. he's closest (in location and by direct connection) to his latino cousins in the bronx and brooklyn so everyone just assumes he's latino. he honestly has no idea

however due to his multi heritage he loves tweeting once he beats someone. like when he beat don flamenco he immediately tweeted "that's for puerto rico"

mac actually programmed the training holograms as well as his own mesh hologram! he watches copious amounts of past performances of the boxer he's set to go up against and runs an extremely simplified version of their style and estimates how they'll deal with exhaustion, how much force they'll put into each round etc

#i kind of forgot who i was as i writing for bald bull. blehh #no thoughts only bull #punch out #punch out headcanons #von kaiser #king hippo #bear hugger #soda popinski #bald bull #little mac #see you in the movies

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Hello! I'm not sure if you're requests are open or not, so I'm sorry if they aren't.

Could you write something for Brahms where Malcom (I think that's his name) is sick and he can't make the grocery deliverys, so Brahms nanny (the reader) has to go grocery shopping. Would Brahms go with them? Or would he stay home and worry? Thanks sm, I hope you have a great day/night ❤️

TW; Separation anxiety, panic attacks, some unhealthy possessiveness, slight angst to fluff, comfort fluff

✦Note; Gender Neutral Reader(no pronouns or physical attributes mentioned)

"Brahms, hun, can I ask a big favor of you?"

It had been nearly a year since you took the job of nannying a doll, and it was approaching the four-month mark on knowing that the real Brahms Heelshire had been forced to live in the walls of his home. It was certainly a frightening revelation, seeing a six-foot-something man crawling out from behind a painting, dressed in dusty clothes that were a bit too small and a weather porcelain mask. At the time? It felt like a ghost would've been far less concerning. But, for some reason, after running around the mansion and eventually hiding from the disgraced son of the rich family, you'd found yourself considering everything you knew. The information was that Brahms had been terribly burned in a fire on his birthday, possibly framed for the murder of a little girl that also could've easily been an accident. Shoved into the walls by his clearly unaffectionate parents, made to be a monster by them, to the point they'd rope a stranger into caring for him since they clearly didn't teach him to do it himself. And now he was screaming for you not to leave. Of course, there were also threats thrown in, but they honestly sounded more panicked than vengeful.

A potentially stupid decision, but you decided to stay, compassion winning over...survival instinct apparently.

Brahms was consistently intent on ensuring you didn't leave the house. He got rather scary sometimes because of it, but to you, it was just the signs of abandonment issues. So, even when he was being particularly difficult, you toughed it out. Finding the best balance of being strict and being gentle. He could be very sweet when he wanted to be, and you'd managed to keep him that way for a month straight. However, life doesn't like to be easy, and you were now met with an issue on this Wednesday afternoon. Brahms was sitting with a watercolour set at the kitchen table, cardigan sleeves rolled up to keep them clean. He stopped cleaning his brush and glanced up at you, pupils expanding over hazel-green, which happened every time he looked at you. Admittedly, it didn't help the occurring guilt already forming in your stomach. "Well, uh, you know how we basically have no food right now? And Malcom is supposed to bring up the groceries?" You said, voice soft & hesitant. You really were worried about upsetting him. Brahms nodded slowly. He never liked Malcom, found him quite annoying, especially now that Malcom had to interact with you. The man's flirty & playful demeanor never failed to rub him the wrong way. "Well, he's sick-" Brahms perked up. You snorted. "Not terminally, don't get excited, that's mean." You scolded softly, smiling a little. The uneasiness settled over you again. "Well, someone needs to get groceries, and it's not like I can just make them appear out of thin air. So...Would you be okay with me going on a short trip to the store?" You frowned as Brahms immediately locked up. Tense and defensive. "Hang on hang on, it won't be for long, I promise. I know you don't like me leaving but I can't feed you air. Please, Brahms. You trust me to come back, don't you? Surely I've proven that to you at this point."

Brahms crossed his arms and sank in his seat, picking at a loose thread on his cardigan. His nerves were already frying at the idea of you leaving the house. Mind insisting you'd never come back, bolt out the door and leave him for dead, never allowing him to see you again. He took a deep breath as you rested a hand on his knee. Gently rubbing it with your thumb. His shoulders loosened up slightly as he made eye contact again. "I promise I won't be long. I'll just grab enough to tide us over until Malcom isn't sick anymore. Then it's his job and I won't have to leave again. I'll even get you something sweet. How does a homemade cake sound, huh?" Bargaining usually worked. Brahms chewed on his inner cheek under his mask, looking at the floor. He rocked back and forth uncomfortably. After two minutes of silence, finally, he let out a shaky sigh and clenched his hands together. "It has to be quick." He whispered, voice mimicking a small child. Honestly, it was impressive how well he did that. It'd be very useful in a voice acting job, which you once told him he'd be good at.

You covered his mask in reassuring kisses. He followed you around as you got ready, putting on better shoes. It'd been raining recently and you weren't about to get mud all over your lounge shoes. He anxiously messed with his hands as you grabbed your keys, standing in front of the open door. He obediently leaned down so you could kiss his fluffy jaw. "I promise you, I won't be long. I swear." Your words didn't do much to comfort him but he nodded anyway. Watching your car pull away felt like a death sentence.

You had left for only five minutes and Brahms already felt sick. The house was completely silent again, aside from the occasional creak caused by the wind. He'd tried to go back to his watercolour picture, but he sat there and simply stared at it. At the ten-minute mark, he was curled up around a pillow in his lap. You always insisted he change his clothes before getting into your bed, lest he gets dust and dirt from inside the walls on the bedding, but he didn't really think about that when he curled up. Shifting the fabric of your pillowcase between his fingers. He muttered a repetitive phrase under his breath, trying to ground himself like you had taught him to do after a nightmare. It wasn't really working.

Twenty minutes felt like an eternity, and now he felt nauseous, restless, and it felt difficult to breathe. He rocked back and forth in a poor attempt to console himself. It was hard to think rationally, or rather, it was hard to think at all. His brain seemed to go fuzzy. Manually trying to breathe and keep himself from drifting off into a terrible train of thought. If you were coming back, if you'd be safe outside of the walls of his house. What if someone mugged you? Or kidnapped you? Kept you trapped in their basement and turned your skin into a jacket? Brahms was not having a good time, not at all.

And at thirty minutes he'd started crying, though he didn't sob loudly. Just hiccuped and struggled again to breathe clearly, the mask wasn't helping, but he refused to remove it. That would've made it worse, he was sure. His hands were shaky and they had begun slowly locking up into a weird, cramped position. His lips and extremities felt tingly, pins and needles metaphorically jabbing into his skin as if the panic wasn't punishment enough.

You came home thirty-nine minutes after you left approximately. As you promised, it was nothing more than some essentials and the ingredients for a cake. The majority of the time was eaten up by a long queue at the checkout and abysmal traffic. It hadn't occurred to you just how badly Brahams anxiety about you leaving had transferred to you. The entire time you wandered around the store there was an invisible timer in the back of your brain, alarm ringing to tell you he was waiting for you, probably afraid. You shut the door and jogged into the main area, looking around. "Brahms!" You called, hands cupped around your mouth to ensure he heard you, even if he was in the walls.

Your call was answered by a rather harsh thump above your head, located in your room. Honestly, part of you hoped he was just snooping around up there. It would've meant he was occupying himself instead of just freaking out. So, without caring about the mess, you shoved off your coat and dropped your keys where you stood and sped up the stairs, ushering to your room. "Brahms?! Hun, can you answer me please?!" You shouted as you approached the door. It was cracked open so you pushed it wider. A heart-shattering sight greeted you. Brahms had tried to get up upon hearing your voice but his body didn't cooperate, the lack of proper airflow made his legs essentially useless, so he just cried on the floor by the bed.

"Oh, baby..." Your voice was gentle and full of concern as you jogged over to him, crouching down. "Can I touch you, hun?" He nodded with a pathetic hiccup. Instantly, he felt you bring him in by the shoulders to lean against you. "Shh, it's okay, try and take a deep breath." You instructed patiently, taking one of his hands, gently massaging it out of the locked position it was in.

You rocked with him whilst giving gentle words of encouragement and comfort, holding his hand and using the other to pet his hair. It took about five minutes to bring him down. He was still crying and sniffling, but his breathing wasn't hindered, that was the important part. Brahms whimpered and fell against you more when you pecked his temple. "Shhh, it's alright, you're okay. I'm right here. I told you I'd come back, yeah?" He nodded. "And I did, didn't I? You don't have to worry anymore." The man forced another huff of air into his lungs and coughed a little. His throat hurt from hyperventilating and crying. So when he muttered your name, it was raspy and barely audible. "Oh, honey...poor thing. Do you think you can stand? We can go downstairs and I'll make you some tea, yeah? Maybe a snack?"

Brahms exhaled slowly before he nodded a bit. He felt heavy and tired now, but he wasn't about to be left alone. Though he was a bit wobbly, he stood with you, allowing you to support some of his weight. You were extra careful with him going down the stairs. The concern made him feel better, that fuzzy warmth, far more enjoyable than the gripping panic he was just in. You fluttered around him and did your best to reassure him anytime you had to step away, even if he could see you the entire time. He sat with his knees to his chest at the kitchen table, heavy blanket around his shoulders. He rasped out a 'thank you' once you placed some mini peanut butter & jelly sandwiches in front of him, as well as a steaming cup of tea. You partially sat on the armrest of the kitchen chair and lightly stroked his hair. "Hun, can I take off your mask? You need to eat and it's gotta feel real gross under there."

Brahms swallowed before he sighed, keeping his eyes on the floor as you slid the mask up. This wasn't the first time, in fact, it was the third time you had seen his face bare. It never seemed to get easier for him. There was a gentle clink when you set it down on the table. Brahms grabbed one of the sandwiches and nibbled on a corner, vaguely listening to you wet a paper towel in order to clean the inside of his mask. Opting for a softer cloth in order to wipe his face.

"You were very brave today, Brahms." Brahms glanced up tiredly at your praise, flinching slightly when you delicately went over the burn scars on his face. "I know it doesn't feel like it, but you were. And I'm really proud of you." You smiled. Brahms blinked before he sighed, letting his eyes close when you nudged him to lean against you. His headache was lessening as you scratched his scalp lovingly whilst he slowly munched on the snacks in front of him. He didn't finish them all, but that didn't really matter to you, just that he ate something. "You know what I think sounds great?" You asked as he stood, waiting for your input, tiredly rubbing his eye, mask in his other hand. "Hm? Is it a nap?" He questioned. You chuckled and nodded.

"You know piano well enough by now, I think we can miss one lesson for a nap." Brahms didn't argue as you took his hand and led him upstairs. Usually, he threw a fit if anyone broke the schedule besides himself. But, he was exhausted, and his limbs felt like lead. So your tender coaxing to get him to lay down, allowing him to use you as a pillow, went over rather well. He exhaled against your shoulder and leaned into the petting you gave.

"Go ahead and rest, sweetheart. I promise you I'll be right here the whole time." You insisted, feeling his arms tighten around you. Brahms reluctantly let his eyes shut. "There ya go, hun. Don't you worry, I'll be here when you get up." "I'm not going anywhere."

#tw panic attack #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms heelshire #the boy 2016 #slasher x reader #slasher #slasher community #hurt comfort #slasher oneshot #slasher fluff #fluff

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