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jaycewrites-192000 · 4 months

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Crush | Part One

(Mikey wins!)

Summery: Y/n shows up to the Sano house, expecting to hang out with Emma. Instead, she hangs out with Mikey instead.

Paring(s): Sano “Mikey” Manjiro x Reader

Warning(s): None

A/N: This series can be considered not actually “canon” to the actual Kawata Siblings Series. Also, reader isn’t in Toman in this series.

When your brothers finally took you to one of their Toman meetings for the first time, your admiration for their leader Mikey had began to grow. You had heard stories about him, and you were interested right away. Then actually meeting him in person was a amazing experience. He wasn’t as scary as people made him out to be. At least when it came to just talking with him. You had never seen him in a fight, so you couldn’t toss that rumor aside completely just yet.

While at that meeting, you had became friends with Mikey’s sister, Emma, fairly easily. And because of that, you’d be around Mikey a lot more. Emma would invite you over for hang outs every now and then, and honestly. It was a little weird to be around Mikey so casually. You only knew him for a short while, so you couldn’t consider the two of you to be friends. Not close friends anyway.

But that would change eventually.

“Emma, it’s me Y/n.” You announce after knocking on the door. Today Emma asked you to meet up so you two can go shopping. When there was no answer, you tried again. “Emma? You there?” After a few more seconds, the door finally opened. Only, Emma was not the one who answered.

“Oh Y/n. It’s you.”

It was Mikey. And he looked like he just got out bed. Wasn’t it like, 10 am? How is only just now waking up?

“Uh. Hi Mikey.” You say. “Hey. What are you doing here?” Mikey asks with a yawn. “Emma asked me to come over. We’re going shopping.”

“Oh. Emma’s not here.”

“Huh?” You tilt your head. “Where is she then?”

“With Ken-Chin. He came over earlier and they left together.”

You furrow your brows slightly before grabbing your phone and calling Emma. She answered after a few rings.

‘Hello?’

“Emma! Did you really ditch me to hang out with your boyfriend?”

‘H-He’s not boy boyfriend! Not yet at least…’ Emma says on the other line quietly. Draken must have been close by.

“Why didn’t you tell me before I came here?”

‘Sorry I meant to. Guess I got distracted.’

“Mhm.”

‘Sorry Y/n. Next time, for sure!’

“Alright. You better not flake on me again though.”

‘I won’t, I promise. I’ll talk to you later k?’

“Alright, bye.” You said before hanging up. You sighed before looking to Mikey. “Sorry for waking you up. I thought your sister was here.”

“It’s cool.” Mikey shrugs. “I’ll see you around Mikey.” You say as you turned to leave. “You’re leaving?” You stopped when he asked that, turning back to face him. “Yeah? Emma isn’t here.” You tell him. “You came all the way here though. You can stay for a minute if you want.” Mikey casually says. You blink in surprise. “Uh…”

As awkward as his approach was, were you really gonna pass up the chance to hang out with the leader of Toman? No way.

“Sure.” You smile. “If you don’t mind.” Mikey nods. “Come on.” He walks past you, you follow after him. The two of you walked to the side of the house, where there was a decently sized shed that was connected to the home. “What’s this?” You asked. “My room.” Mikey answers simply. “Your…room?” You mutter. They make him sleep in the shed? Mikey opens the door and walks inside, you follow in.

“Oh.”

The shed was actually made into a pretty cool looking room. There was a small couch in the middle of the room, in front was a large tv with two speaker hanging from above on the entertainment system. And to the far right of the room, was his bed.

Mikey walked further in and seemed to have caught his reflection in a near by mirror. He frowned slightly and tried to smooth out his messy hair. “Ken-Chin does it so much better.” You could hear him mutter as he tries to move his hair out of his face. You tear your attention away from a admiring his room to look at him. You repress a laugh as you watch him struggle to straighten out his bed head.

You walked over. “Want me to help?” You asked. Mikey looked at you, slightly confused. You then realized how you must sound right now, an awkward feeling washed over you while you tried to explain. “Um, I might be able to help, is what I mean. I use to help my brothers with their hair, and every now and then I will if they ask.”

Mikey thought about it for a moment before shrugging. “Sure.” He walked over to a small table and tossed you a brush and hair band. Then heads to the couch and sat down. Your smile grew as you hurried to his side and sat next to him. “Alright, turn around please.” You instruct him, he nods and turns his back to you. You gently combed through his hair, surprised that his hair was so soft, even when messy and tangled.

Mikey’s head swayed slightly, your furrow your brows slightly, looking over his shoulder. “Are you falling asleep?” You ask. “Hm? Oh yeah. Sorry.” Mikey mutters, sitting straight up again. “Seriously Mikey, did you stay up all night?” You chuckle. “Yeah. Me and Ken-Chin were out late riding around.” He answers. “Didn’t get back until…hm, 3 am?”

“3 am? You’re lucky it’s Saturday. You’d be drifting off in class right now.” You say as you part his bangs. “Eh, never pay attention to those boring classes anyway.” Mikey shrugs. “I’d be asleep regardless.” You rolled your eyes with a smile. “I can only imagine what your grades must look like.”

Mikey laughs. “They’re pretty bad.”

“I bet. Turn and face me again.” You put the hair band around your wrist to be at the ready when you need it. When you look up, you see that Mikey was facing you. Eyes locked on yours. And it was only then, you realized how weird this was. You were doing a gang leader’s hair. One of the most feared and well respected gang leader at that. But forget all that. You and Mikey weren’t on a personal level. And yet, here you were, in his house, in his room, doing his hair?

It was weird.

You tried to ignore the feeling as you comb his bangs back, then take the hair band off before tying it back. As soon as you were done, you put some space in between you and Mikey. “So, what do you think?” You asked, still trying not to feel awkward.

Mikey stood up from the couch and looked in the mirror again. “Huh, pretty good.” You couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks.” You still couldn’t believe you were here of all places, and hanging out with Mikey of all people. Honestly, maybe it should have felt weirder than it is. But really, Mikey isn’t some sort of god, or above everyone else.

Sure, he was to be respected. But it’s not like he couldn’t be welcoming and friendly. And that is what’s happening right now. Right now, Mikey isn’t being a leader. He’s being a friend. And maybe that’s what’s keeping you from freaking out. Though it still was a little surreal.

Mikey returned to the couch. “Sorry that you didn’t get to hang out with Emma. You’re here with me instead.” He says with a light laugh. “It’s fine.” You say with a shrug. “Emma really likes Draken. Who am I to stop her from getting closer to him? And besides.” You smile softly. “You’re really cool, I like hanging out with you.”

Mikey smiles and leans back on the couch. “You’re pretty cool too Y/n.”

“Me? How?” You ask. “You’re good at doing hair. Also, you’re pretty chill. Didn’t expect that, knowing your older brothers.” Y/n chuckle. “Thanks?”

“You know, before, some people didn’t think we were related until we told them.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. That, or when they wouldn’t dye their hair.”

That seemed to have caught Mikey’s attention. He sat up a little straighter. “What’s their natural hair color?” He asks excitedly. You giggle. “Oh I dunno. Should I really tell their secrets like that?”

“Yes, tell me.”

“Do you really not know?”

“No. No one does. Come on, tell me!”

You roll your eyes playfully. “I can’t believe you’ve known them this long and don’t know. Alright, listen up.” Mikey leaned closer, and you tell him your brothers’ “secret”.

“Really? Huh.” Mikey nods. “Alright.”

“I don’t know if they want that public so. Keep this between us.” You joke. “So. What’s with the shed bedroom? It’s cool.” You ask. “It use to be my brother’s.” Mikey’s answer took you off guard. “Your brother?”

“Yeah. He use to work on bikes in here.” Mikey says with a smile. “I didn’t know you had a brother Mikey.” You say. “Does he not live with you and Emma?”

“Nah. He died some years back.”

“Oh, Mikey, I’m so sorry.” You quickly apologize. Mikey waves it off. “You didn’t know. It’s cool. The bed is the only thing that belongs to be.” You take another look around the room. “It just felt right, me moving in here.” Mikey starts. “I feel closer to him, knowing that he spent so much time in here.”

“He was amazing. I really looked up to him, even though he was pretty lame sometimes.” Mikey chuckles. “He was the founder of Black Dragon, people were pretty drawn to him super easily. His attitude, his charm, his will. All of it. Everyone knew him, everyone respected him.” He looks up at Toman’s flag on the wall. “Hope I can be half the man he was someday.”

You look up at the flag then back to him. “I think you’re already there.” Mikey looks to you, slightly surprised. “I mean, from how you describe him. You’re like a near perfect replica. You have a whole gang who’s inspired by you, they all look to you for a reason. Hell, I’m not even in Toman and I admire you. Seriously, you’re like the coolest person I’ve ever met.”

Mikey blinks, the corners of his mouth turned up into a grin. He chuckles and looks away from you. “Jeez Y/n. You trying to get on my good side or something?”

“I mean, I did fix your hair. I’d hope I’m already on your good side.”

“Good point.” Mikey smirks. “Not everyone gets the privilege of getting that close. Consider yourself lucky.” Oh you did. Coming here, you didn’t even think you’d be seeing Mikey. And now here you were, casually chatting it up with him. Suddenly, there was a knock at Mikey’s door. Then came a voice.

“Hey Mikey, you in there?”

It was Draken’s voice.

“Yeah, come in.”

Draken opened the door, Emma at his side. The two seemed a bit shocked to see you here. “Y/n? What are you doing here?” Emma asked. “Well, I was going to go home after calling you. But, Mikey invited me in.“

“Oh.” Emma mutter. “Uh, well, sorry again for bailing. We can get together tomorrow if you want.” You stood up from the couch. “Sure thing.” You looked down at Mikey. “I’ll catch you later Mikey. I gotta get back and help my brothers out with the restaurant. They’ll chew me out if I’m late again.” You say as you walk towards the door. “Thanks for letting me hang out.”

“See you around.” Mikey waves before you left, closing the door behind you. Draken and Emma looked away from the door and back to Mikey expectantly.

“…What?” Mikey asks.

“Didn’t know you two were so close.” Said Emma. Mikey shrugs. “She’s cool.”

“Did she do your hair too?” Draken asks, knowing well that no one but him touched Mikey’s hair. Mikey nods. “Yeah. She’s pretty good at it.”

Draken and Emma look at each other.

“Why are you guys being weird?” Mikey asks, slightly suspicious.

“It’s nothing Mikey. Have you ate yet?” Emma asks. Mikey’s suspicion left him quickly at that question. He was quick to follow his sister and friend inside the house.

You rushed inside of the ramen restaurant your brothers helped maintain, tying your hair back as you walked in. “I’m back.” Your brothers greeted you before you head towards the back. You walked back into the kitchen, where your oldest brother was at. You didn’t cook, but you did clean.

“Almost late sis.” Smiley said teasingly. “What were you up to?” You roll your eyes. “You know I was hanging out with Emma today. I lost track of time.” Smiley glances at you. “Thought she and Draken were hanging out.” You gave him a bewildered look. “How do you know that?” You ask.

Smiley held up his phone. “She was posting pics of their “date” every five minutes.” He says before putting it away. Your shock quickly wore off. Of course. “Well, I really was at her house.” You sigh. “Doing what?” Smiley asks.

“Hanging out with Mikey.”

Smiley stopped what he was doing and turned to face you. “You what?”

“Yeah, it took me off guard too. But, he just asked me to hang with him for a little while.” You didn’t notice the smile that found it’s way on your lips, or the slight change of tone in your voice as you spoke fondly about Mikey. “I thought I’d be really tense around him, but he’s actually really chill. I mean, I figured he might be. But when you think about Mikey without really knowing him, you’d wouldn’t expect him to be so down to earth.”

“I hope I can do it again sometime.”

“Huh.” Smiley mutters. “I see.”

“What?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. “What’s that look for?”

“Oh nothing. Just didn’t expect you to be getting so close to Mikey so fast.”

You narrow your eyes suspiciously, having a feeling where this was going. “Nahoya. Got something you wanna say?” Smiley just shrugs and turns back to what he was doing. “Nah.” Yeah right. You shake your head and walk past him. “Don’t be weird. We’re just friends.”

“Sure.”

“Oh shut it.” You say before walking out of the kitchen. You couldn’t believe that. Your brothers were protective, sure. But come on. You and Mikey? No way. That would be weird. Wouldn’t it? Like, Mikey of all people. Seriously.

“Y/n? You’ve been cleaning the same table for like five minutes.”

You look over to your brother Angry, who was looking confused. You turn your head away to hide your slightly flustered face. “Sorry. I zoned out.”

“You feeling ok?” Angry asks. You nod. “Yep.” You answer simply. “Hm. Ok.” Angry mutters before going back to what he was doing. You sigh. What were you even thinking? Overthinking, really. You and Mikey were friends. That’s all. End of story.

Well. You hope you two were friends after today. Mikey was a great guy, to be friends with him would be awesome. Though, you had a feeling you two would be hanging out a lot more often.

#sano mikey manjiro #mikey x reader #manjiro sano x reader #tokyo revengers mikey #tokyo revengers #nahoya kawata #souya kawata #angry tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smiley

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manfuckthisimout · 1 month

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I promise to god if that man looked at me like this?

FOLDED IMMEDIATELY!

Let me take you through my mid for a moment:

Yoongi doesn’t argue.

He simply doesn’t have the energy to waste on something little and petty like that.

Unless it’s something relationship changing, he’s not going to dwell on it. He prefers to squash the little stuff in favor of peace and solitude.

But that doesn’t mean you can talk crazy to him.

“You know what, fuck the dinner! I don’t care anymore, you can starve for all I care!” Yoongi has been coming home late for three days now, often taking his work home with him. You came into his home studio to ask him what he wanted you to make for dinner, but you were only met with short answers. “Like I said babe, make whatever you want. I’m gonna eat it regardless, just lemme finish this.”

Yoongi was knee deep in producing something or another for some artist in the industry. His work was superb, but he often threw himself into it, often neglecting eating or sleeping for hours at a time. You just wanted to sit down and have a nice meal with your boyfriend, is that too much to ask? “I’m asking you because I want to make something you’d eat now, not after I go to bed.” You spat, eyes narrowed into slits. “I’m still gonna eat regardless, what does it matter the time?” Yoongi replies, his voice cool. You can’t see his expression, for his back is turned to you, but you just know that furrow that appears when he’s focused on two things at once is present between his brows.

You storm over beside his desk, forfeiting your position in the doorway a few seconds prior. “I know you eat Yoongi, but it’s timing that matters! You can’t keep neglecting your needs for some stupid beat that will still be here tomorrow!” You holler, your frustration getting the better of you. His eyebrows raised at the mention of his name. You kept going, “Y’know, why is it you keep bringing this shit home anyway? Are you too busy at work doing something else than get this done? Or someone? Am I not enough for you anymore Yoongi? Is that it?” You seethe.

Yoongi’s head whipped up and over to you so fast you hardly saw it happen. His chair was turned around now, parallel to you standing beside his desk.“What did you say? Say it again.” He says, his voice dangerously low. He was looking at you, daring you to make your assumption again. You were taken aback, almost tripping over his chair due to the sheer closeness of him. But stupidly, you did not yield. “Are you sleeping with another girl! Is that why you seemingly never have anytime for me anymore?” You hiss. His brows raise further, pinching at the top of his forehead to make wrinkles in his skin. He looks positively bewildered, speechless by your audacity.

You two stay like what feels like an eternity. Not blinking, hardly breathing. Suddenly Yoongi turns in his chair and unceremoniously closes his laptop. He’s up and out to his chair a moment later, and approaching you. Cornering you onto the couch that sits besides his desk. “You think…I would cheat on you? Over something as petty as dinner?” His voice is still that same tone, and you suddenly feel like prey about to get eaten whole by its predator. You’re fucked. Suddenly your knees are weak and you can feel your heart hammering in your chest. Yoongi’s eyes are slits, his brows still in that same pinch from when he was sitting down.

“I get the taking care of myself part. I get you wanted to do something nice for me. But assuming I’m cheating on you because I took home some work? I don’t know how you could think that,” Yoongi says, cool and collected. He’s cornered you so far that you’ve fell onto the couch, on your back, facing him. He climbs on top of you. Lowers his face inches from yours. “I have everything I need laying out in front of me. Why would I ever step out?” He says softly.

You’re speechless, a flush crept onto your cheeks. You can feel his breath fanning over you. He’s looking deep into your eyes, following your head movements to keep the contact going. “Answer me, hm? Why would I do that?” Yoongi leans down to press fleeting kisses into your neck. “I-I don’t know…” You say, meek and shy with your words. You feel like an idiot for ever thinking it. Here is this man, tired, hungry—still proving to you that he loves you no matter what.

“You don’t know and..?” Yoongi replies. He pulls from your neck, resting his lips onto your forehead. “I was silly for thinking it. I-I know you would never do that to me. I’m sorry honey.” Yoongi pecks your forehead, leaning back to look at you. He smiles. “I forgive you. Just—don’t do that to me again, please? I don’t know if my heart can take it.” You nod. “Can I have a kiss?” You ask, shyly looking into his eyes. “Of course my love.”

Note: I’ve never written anything this long! (At least not about yoongi lol) this was going to be short like the rest of my content, but it turned into this.

I hope you enjoy!

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portgasdwrld · 9 months

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📞Wait a minute while I make you mine [part.2]

Featuring: Ace x fem!reader

Warnings: language

part.1. part.3

Note: a little twist to where I thought I was gonna head to, but I like it so far, I feel inspired so expect quick updates for now 👩🏻‍💻

2. I think I like my point of view

It was only natural for a crew to care about each other. Especially being such an influential and dangerous pirate crew like the Whitebeards. There could be a marine at the corner or a pirate hunter somewhere trying to capture one of y’all.

Well that’s what you kept repeating to yourself while you glared at Ace and that one girl that was clinging into him. She was stunning and had really a beautiful smile. Every time she smiled, you could feel your stomach tightening.

Was he also thinking that she was beautiful?

You shook your head as you took a sip from your cocktail. Your black sunglasses on and your body laying on the beach chair, you tried to figure out what you were feeling. The girl was also stitched to him when he was discussing with the other commanders.

-Shouldn’t they be careful?

You blurred out with an annoyed tone that even surprised you. Livia who was reading a book not too far from you, cocked an eyebrow at you and pushed up her glasses and followed your gaze. She stared at the scene in front of her and let a chuckle out.

The girl was pretty social too and was having a seemingly good conversation with Izou and Ace. She was a little shorter than Ace but still very much tall, and her body proportion were amazing.

-Jealous ?

Your friend teased you with her signature smirk. You scoffed as you looked away and pushed back your body on the chair. You rolled your shoulders back as your fingers played with the hem of your bikini.

-As if. Why would I be jealous ? It’s great he found someone cool in this crowd.

-Yeah, she’s really hot too.

-Yeah that too, for a guy it’s a jackpot or am I wrong?

-No no, it is.

She agreed still staring at them.

-Oh, Ace is looking our way.

Livia stated while sitting back comfortably on her chair. Your eyes naturally gazed at Ace’s familiar figure hoping he really was. His eyes locked with yours even from afar and you felt your stomach tighten. When you noticed your behaviour, you physically cringed at yourself.

Why were you getting excited over something so little?

You muttered to yourself as your eyes looked away from his dark eyes. God, he was making it so hard for you to form a single coherent thoughts. He was somewhat intoxicating your mind and it was scaring you. It’s also the way he would look at you like you were like no others. It made you feel special, but high expectations were always a good lead to be disappointed. So you just acted indifferent.

Livia waved at him and he waved back with his usual cute grin. His freckled cheeks sun kissed and his wet wavy hair, it was all making it so much harder for you to focus.

The black haired girl looked over her shoulders to see who was Ace waving at. You saw her playfully hit his chest and say something that seemed like he was popular with girls, earning a small laugh from him and a refuting reaction.

You didn’t quite understand your feelings right now, but at that moment you wanted to push her away from him. You wanted to be the only one he was smiling at like that and maybe it was because you liked how he made you feel special as your friend, but it felt different than this, at that moment.

You didn’t wave back as you pushed back your glasses up your nose bridge and closed your eyes. A nap in this situation seemed like a good getaway, so you opted for that. Your mind could finally turn off from everything that was overstimulating it. You could run away from him just for a resting period, before you will have to face the fact that your friendship with him was simply nothing that simple.

Lost between your thoughts and the will to sleep, you didn’t notice the duo walking up to the both of you. You felt a shadow in front of you and opened an eye to see the man in question standing in front of you.

-Enjoying the sun?

-Not so much now, you are blocking it Fireboy.

-You will be fine, I think I like the point of view I have right now.

-And what type of pov?

-Well, you see~ the one where I’m on top ?

You smiled as a slight blush bloomed on your cheeks.

-I can see the vision. I can’t complain too much too, anyway

He laughed, his sweet laugh that made you feel all warm, that could bring your lips to curl into a curve too. You removed your glasses and let them rest on your exposed thighs.

- We’re still here loverbirds, Livia exclaimed while putting down her book and throwing a teasing look in your direction.

-Right, sorry. By the way this is Enya, she’s from East Blue like me!

-Oh, you remember? Not just a pretty face, huh?

She teased him with a chuckle. Your eyes shifted to the pretty girl standing not too far from you. She flashed her smile at y’all, before presenting quickly herself. She threw her long black hair behind her shoulders and tugged few strands behind her ears.

-Like he said, I’m called Enya, I’m from East Blue! I’m mostly a cook looking for the All Blue somewhere in the Grand Line. I’m not part of particular crew, but I did encounter few problems with the Marine..But, I mostly just love to visit islands to learn more about cooking and people cultures! My dream is probably being able to make a recipe book from dishes all around the world.

She shared in a fast pace, with her beautiful bright smile. She seemed truly passionated by her plans on the sea and it gave you quite a good impression on her so far.

-That’s amazing! I feel like I completely forgot how to cook, ever since I got on the ship, Livia joked to make her feel more comfortable. Livia is always a sweetheart doing her best to make people feel comfortable by being friendly and let them know to just be themselves.

Aces new friend giggled at Livia and crossed her arms in front of her body with a warm smile.

-Its okay ! Cooking is always something you can dive back into whenever you feel like it! I will cook you something if I ever have the chance before y’all leave!

-Would love that! My name is Livia by the way, and she’s y/n !

-Nice to meet y’all! I heard from Izou that Y/n liked make-up and so do I! There is so many tricks I learnt ever since I set sails. Especially when it’s warm, you gotta learn how to still look cute, without your make up melting off.

She replied trying to strike conversation with you, but it just felt awkward on your end. You had to admit that she seemed like a sweetheart and seemed like a really fun person. You had even similar interest. On the other side, you were secretly cursing at Izou, in your head, for telling her that.

-Yeah, I do. There is nothing more annoying than having your make up feel crusty when you wear it all day on a ship or an island. So Izou and I shared tips to each other.

You replied with a small smile. You felt bad that you still had that “doubt” about her, but it was something you couldn’t figure out right now. You looked at Ace, but he was already staring at you. His brown eyes just glittering at you whenever your eyes fall on his. It made you feel some type of way and you hated to admit it. You smiled at him and he returned it before gazing back to his friend.

-Alright, then we are going down to the food court. If y’all wanna join you are of course invited!

She announced with her charming smile while wrapping her arms around his tattooed one. With his other hand, the man in question said goodbye and left with her.

You felt your heart sink as you watch both of their silhouette walk away from you.

-You are gonna let your man go away like that without doing anything?

-He’s not my man, he’s just a friend. I don’t need a lover, it would only be a burden.

-Girl, you sound like you are reciting affirmations. Why is it so hard for you to admit that you have feelings for Ace? He’s not a bad person you know..

-I know that Livia, obviously… Why would I think he’s a bad person..? I’m just not into that “love thing”, okay ?

She sighed debating internally if it was the moment to have that conversation with you, because she knew you independency was admirable, but it was clearly a way for you to put a wall between you and your emotions.

-I’m not gonna do anything, because he can enjoy his life and have fun with whoever he wants. I’m just gonna head back to the ship and rest, we are leaving tomorrow morning anyway.

You added with a weak voice as you slowly stood up from your chair and fixed your top. You pushed your sunglasses up and stared at your blond friend. Honestly, you felt like you were about to burst into tears and the last thing you wanted was to cry in front of her or anyone you knew. You didn’t want them to see you weak. You forced a smile with a deep breath as you watched the sun set.

-You’re serious right now ?

She asked with a disappointing look. You turned your head in her direction and you two stared at each other for what felt like hours. You knew it wasn’t like yourself, but you needed time alone to figure out everything you were feeling.

-Yeah..

-Why? Are you afraid he’s going to hurt you ?

She blurred out making your heart skip a beat. Your furrowed your eyebrows, lips parted as you tried to come up with something to say. You felt the pace of your heartbeat fasten at the thought of him possibly hurting you.

-W-what?… Ace is a pirate Livia, like let’s be honest.

-Where do you wanna go with that ?

She asked in a plain tone while cocking one of her eyebrow at you.

-Pirates aren’t the most reliable persons, whatsoever.

-So you wanna give up on him, because you have a general image of a pirate in your head ? You know yourself that Ace is far from being like that. Yeah he’s a total dumbass that throws himself recklessly in fights and likes to have fun, but he’s a very loyal person to his friends and crew. He’s a reliable commanders and friend.

She explains standing up to face you. She gaze at you with a comforting look to make sure what’s she’s saying is delivered with the right intentions. She isn’t trying to make you feel bad, but mostly trying to make you see that your worries are filled of assumptions. You wouldn’t know what could happen beside if you jumped yourself in it. It’s scary, but she’s right.

-So what make you think it would be different in love ? He stares at you like he would marry you on the spot so what’s up with all that nonsense?

Livia finished with a smile. She held both of your shoulders and rubbed them with her thumbs.

-I don’t know.. I guess it’s complicated.

-Alright!

She suddenly say loudly while clapping her hands. She walked back to her chair where she threw her book in her purse and gave you a mischievous smile.

-Im not going to let you cry about it tonight. We are going to solve that situation. If he feels like fucking someone tonight, it’s gonna be you, you fucking whore.

-W-what?

You stuttered shocked by her sudden twist of behaviour. She smirked at you and wrapped her arm with yours.

-He clearly has no interest in her as he was eating you up with his eyes while you were talking with Enya. He’s doing this to seek a reaction out of you, I’m not even gonna bet one it, I know I’m right.

-Livia, are you even hearing yourself?

You laughed feeling like she was trying her best to cheer you up. She has always been like that from the last time you remembered. She wrapped her hand around your wrist and dragged you behind her.

-Livy?? Where are we going?

-if he wants to play a game, y’all are gonna be two.

-what do you mean???

-We are going to make him wants you so badly, he will be the one chasing you tonight.

🌷🌷🌷authors note

The chapter isn’t too long but I was very working hard on it this week, debating how I wanted to portray y/n feeling towards the situation and Ace, the best way possible. I like how it turned out, the following chapters are going to be filled with a lot more actions so stick around !

The next chapter is going to be so much fun !! See y’all soon 🫶🏻🫶🏻😳

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steveseddie · 2 months

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cold bones (you were the warmth)

rating: g | cw: none apply | word count: 1,307

tags: eddie munson lives, steve harrington is a sweetheart, pre-relationship, fluff and hurt/comfort

for the @steddielovemonth prompt “love is asking ‘do you want a blanket?’” by @thefreakandthehair

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Eddie wakes up feeling cold.

He always does these days. Since he almost died in the Upside Down it’s like the coolness from that place burrowed deep inside him and even now, two weeks later, he still can’t shake it off.

It doesn’t help that he’s still stuck in this room while he recovers. There’s an iciness to this place too- this secret government hospital. It’s not just the place with its gray and empty walls, but the people who work there too. The doctors, the nurses, and the government agents who are constantly walking into his room all treat him with the same indifference and apathy, and Eddie is used to people being hateful and mean, but this treatment is far worse.

The only time he ever feels warm is when someone comes to visit him, his uncle, or one of his new friends. But even then, that warmth doesn’t last long once they leave and he goes back to being cold.

With a sigh, Eddie wraps the flimsy hospital sheet around himself and rolls over on the bed, careful not to jostle the stitches covering his sides too much.

He lets out a soft gasp when he sees someone sitting on the chair next to his bed.

“Steve?” Eddie has to ask because he’s not completely sure that he’s not dreaming. Yes, Steve Harrington somehow ended up being part of that group of new friends, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t surprise Eddie every time.

Steve looks up from the book he’s reading- The Hobbit, which does little to convince Eddie that he isn’t imagining this- and smiles.

“Hey, you’re awake.”

“Am I? Because King Steve Harrington reading Tolkien next to my bed feels like something that would only happen in my dreams,” Eddie says, cringing a little at the meaning behind his words, hoping that Steve doesn’t read too much into what he said.

If Steve does, he doesn’t show it, simply chuckling softly. “Someone left it here for you. Think it was Henderson. It was either reading this or watching you sleep, and that one felt a bit creepy.”

Eddie snorts, gesturing at the worn-out cover of the book. “What do you think?”

Steve shrugs. “It’s not bad, but there are too many names, man. It’s confusing.”

“Fair enough.”

“How are you feeling?” Steve asks, putting the book back on the bedside table.

Eddie makes a face. “Like my body is being held together by stitches and prayers,” he says. A displeased frown appears between Steve’s eyebrows. “But they’ve got me on some powerful drugs here, so I can’t complain.”

The pain isn’t really what bothers him the most anyway, it’s the cold. Always the cold.

For a moment, Eddie thinks he said that out loud because the next thing out of Steve’s mouth is, “Do you want a blanket?”

“Hm?”

Steve gestures at Eddie on the bed. “You bundled yourself up like a burrito there and you were shivering in your sleep.”

“I thought you weren’t watching sleep, Stevie,” Eddie says with a smirk.

Steve’s cheeks turn a pretty pink shade. “I might’ve glanced at you once or twice. You snore, it’s annoying.”

With an undignified squeak, Eddie says, “I don’t snore!”

Steve laughs heartily. “So, blanket? I can ask one of the nurses for one.”

“You would have better luck asking Vecna for a hug, man” Eddie snorts. “I’ve asked, they- they never bring me one, either they forget or just don’t care.”

Steve frowns. “What? But they’re supposed to be taking care of you. All that shivering could mean you have a fever or something worse!” Eddie can’t but chuckle as he slips into Mother Hen Steve mode.

“Pretty sure it’s not. It’s- I think it has to do with the Upside Down? Like, being there and almost dying there left me feeling perpetually cold or something,” Eddie tries to explain. Steve’s eyes narrow at him. “I know it doesn’t make sense-”

But Steve shakes his head. “No, it does, the kids- they told me that when Will got possessed by the Mind Slayer or whatever his name was, he felt cold all the time so maybe it’s like, an Upside Down thing.”

Eddie blinks. “So you’re saying I could be possessed by a monster?”

Steve’s eyes widen in alarm. “No! No! No. I’m sure you’re not. I’m sure it will go away eventually.”

“If you say so.”

“Speaking of that. Going away,” Steve says, looking down at his watch and wrinkling his nose. “I should go, I have a shift.”

“Are people even renting movies after half the town got destroyed?”

“You’d be surprised,” Steve says. “I’ll come back later, okay?”

Then, he reaches for Eddie’s hand, halfway concealed by the hospital sheet, and squeezes it. Warmth spreads through Eddie at lightning speed from the touch. It lingers just long enough after Steve leaves so that Eddie can fall asleep again.

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The next time Eddie wakes up- cold again, always cold- Steve isn’t there, but he comes back a few hours later, carrying a large bag.

“Back already?” Eddie asks when Steve closes the door. “Did you miss me that much, sweetheart?”

Steve splutters, almost dropping the bag and flushing a bright red. “Shut up.” He places the bag on Eddie’s bed and he recognizes the logo on the front.

“Did you raid Melvald’s on your way here?”

Steve bites his lip. He won’t meet Eddie’s eyes, staring down at the contents of the bag instead. “I figured if they weren’t going to give you any blankets here, I’d bring you some.”

Eddie blinks. “What?”

He doesn’t reply. Instead, he starts unpacking blankets from the bag- first a yellow fuzzy blanket, then a plaid one, and finally one with some animated cartoon characters on it that Eddie doesn’t recognize. He stares at them with his lips parted in shock.

“Uh, these were all they had, they donated a bunch of them to the shelter after, you know, everything.”

“You- brought me blankets?”

“Uh, I did, yeah.”

“You’re- something else, Harrington, did you know that?” Eddie says, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Uh, something good I hope?” Steve asks, fidgeting a little.

“Yeah,” he smiles. “Definitely.” It hits Eddie then that he’s in a lot of trouble. It was one thing when Steve was just an attractive guy, but it’s another thing to realize that he’s kind and good and cares about Eddie. This is a guy that Eddie could see himself falling in love with and that’s a problem.

But it’s a problem for another day. For now, he grabs the yellow blanket and drapes it over himself. The cold doesn’t go away entirely but it recedes, and Eddie sighs happily. When he looks at Steve, he’s got a pleased little smile on his lips.

Eddie figures that he’ll leave now since he already did what he came here to do. He doesn’t want him to, but to his surprise, Steve lingers and Eddie sees his eyes land on the book on his bedside table.

He smirks. “Admit it, Harrington, you’re hooked.”

Steve’s eyes dart to him and he shakes his head. “What? No, I’m not.”

“You are,” Eddie singsongs. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell Henderson. Under one condition.”

Steve narrows his eyes at him. “What?”

“Read to me?”

Steve blinks, clearly not expecting that, but then the corners of his mouth tug up slightly. “I can do that.”

He sits down on the chair after grabbing the book, and Eddie carefully rolls onto his side, facing Steve, and wrapping himself up like a burrito in his new fuzzy yellow blanket.

He feels real warmth for the first time since he went through that portal, and he doesn’t know if it’s because of the blanket or the sweet voice reading to him.

Or maybe it’s just Steve.

#steddielovemonth #day 25 #hello i have another prompt for you i managed to keep this one a little shorter but hopefully just as sweet #steddie #stranger things #stranger things fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #monse writes

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twenty-thirty-two · 1 year

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Restless

Poly!Marauders x female!reader

Warnings: mention of nightmares, brief description of mini panic attack (nothing too detailed), reader has hair that can be braided (doesn’t necessarily mean straight)

a/n: long overdue! I’m not too happy with how I ended this, had the right idea but can never figure out how to wrap it up :,)

Please understand that because I am 18+, I do not want minors on my page or reading my work

I also do not consent to my work being reposted on other sites, translated or copied

Nightmares

They’re your minds way of telling you that you’re not safe, even when you’re asleep

The sudden drop of your stomach was enough to wake you. Rather jolt you awake. You laid there, staring up at the ceiling trying to gather your thoughts and even out your breathing. Nightmares plague your nights, not one day passes where you’re not awakened with the memory of loved ones dying, or indescribable monsters attacking. No matter what it is, it’s after you, relentlessly.

Despite being recently awakened, you couldn’t remember what it was that scared you in the first place. You just felt this daunting feeling and now you’re awake, laying next to Remus, who is blissfully none the wiser of your current situation.

You debated waking him, he’d gladly stay up and hold you until you’ve drifted off in his arms.

That’s the issue- he’d do it without a second thought. You’d feel too guilty about waking him from his current slumber.

You sat up slowly, pulling your knees up to your chest. You run your hands over your face in frustration. Looking over, you see Sirius and James, entangled in one another’s arms, soundly sleeping.

Their serenity brews a feeling of jealousy in you. How you wish that was you.

You grab a nearby cardigan (you’re not even sure whose it is at this point) and slip quietly out of the dorm. You don’t even know where you’re going or how long you’re going to be out but you needed to get out of there.

Back in the dorm, Remus, half-asleep, throws his arm over to your side of the bed in order to pull you closer.

Upon hitting the empty side of the mattress, he lazily patted the area in search of your warmth. In a sleep-ridden haze, he became increasingly aware that you weren’t in bed, opening an eye, he peaked around to look for any sign of you. When he didn’t see you or your shoes, he assumed you were in the bathroom, and that seemed to calm his mind enough to go back to sleep.

You found yourself outside, breathing in the cool air of the night. A light breeze surrounded you, now ever so grateful that you brought some coverage. Ultimately, you decided that a midnight stroll around would be your best hope.

Wrapping the beige-color cardigan tighter around your body, the welcoming scent of James’ cologne overwhelms your senses. You fiddle with a loose thread on the left sleeve, no doubt the work of Remus during late night study sessions long after everyone else is asleep. The barely noticeable, yet, clear as day stain near the end aisle of buttons brings you back to the day when Sirius and James had a butterbeer drinking contest, the golden liquid dribbling down either side of the boy’s mouth, ultimately staining the cardigan, the rambunctiousness of the event was enough for Remus to chastise the aforementioned boy, going as far as to continue shoving drink after drink while you kept encouraging James.

The moon, acting as a guiding light as you make your way through the dark grounds. After some time aimlessly walking through, you decided to make your way back to the boys’ dorm.

For some reason, tonight was just one of those nights for Remus, when he simply could not get comfortable. The soft mattress has become a bed of stones, he hypothesizes that the floor would be much more comfortable at this point. As he’s dramatically throwing himself to face your side of the bed, he feels your side to be cold. This causes him to immediately sit up, messy tussles of hair standing in all directions. He throws the blanket off of him and sets out to the common room where he supposes you’d be.

Just as you’re welcomed into the common room, you’re startled by Remus’ sudden presence.

“Where’ve you been, bunny?” He pulls you into his side as you wrap your arms around him and bury your face into his chest.

“Can’t sleep.” He manages to make out the muffled words and sighs.

“Had me worried when I woke up and you weren’t there.” You mumbled an apology that would’ve resulted in a quirked eyebrow and quick scolding.

He ushered the two of you up to the room and back to bed. Sleep didn’t come easy for you that night, and when you finally did fall asleep, you jolted awake every so often. The same feeling you get when you’re dreaming that you’re falling. You knew that sleep was very important to Remus, always making sure that none of you stay up late and always making sure to get an early start to your morning, much to James’ dismay.

After what felt like a lifetime, you managed to drift off. Not long before you’re awoken by screaming and Sirius shaking you awake. You can hear Remus calling your name and a caressing hand on your head. You’re quick to realize that the screaming is coming from you. Your heart beating erratically and suddenly feeling like there’s not enough air in the room. You try to sit up but the most you can do is prop yourself up onto your elbows as sobs begin to escape from you.

To your left, you see Sirius running into the room with a glass of water and some cookies, shoving them into Remus’ hands. You’re looking at the situation in front of you but you cannot seem to focus, everything is too loud, too bright, and too overwhelming.

“Y/N/N? I need you to take some deep breaths for us, honey. Here, feel my heart- In and out.” Remus is sitting next to you, attempting to direct your breathing but you can only see straight ahead, hand limp in his hand.

James’ anxiety always skyrockets whenever one of you is in distress, he finds himself never doing enough despite having done the opposite. He’ll often look to Remus for instructions but always finds himself trying by one’s side bringing in his own form of comfort.

Sirius remained stoic, scared out of his mind for you; he didn’t know what to do, internally kicking himself for not jumping into action right away. He wanted to hold you- close to his chest and hide you away from all the pain in the world.

After another couple of minutes, A single tear slipped out, the sudden wet contact against your skin startled you. Your eyes drifted between the boys, a mix of worried, scared, and overall concern pales their faces. Teary eyes lock with James, his eyes full of sympathy and kindness. One after another, tears flow and a sigh of relief is released from your lungs.

After a beat, Sirius is the first to speak.

“What happened, bunny?”

“Haven’t-” A hiccup escapes

“Haven’t been sleeping well- nightmares.”

James leans forward and places a delicate kiss to your forehead, his hand cupping your face.

“How long?” Remus’ head cocked a tad to the side.

“‘Dunno, while maybe.” You mumbled. He taps your chin to get you to look at him.

“Know you’re tired, but I need you to speak clearly, honey.”

“I don’t know, few days?”

“Is that why you weren’t in bed last night? Y’had a nightmare?” You nod.

“C’mere.” Sirius holds out his arms and you crawl right into them

“This can’t continue, you know.” You nod.

“Siri’s right, Y/N/N, you need hours of uninterrupted sleep, running on 10 hours of sleep throughout a span of a few days isn’t healthy. Tomorrow, we’re going to see Pomfrey, see if she can give you something for the time being.” Remus smiles halfway as he notices that James has pulled you away from Sirius and begun braiding your hair.

The rest of the time the boys spent doting on you, making sure you were satisfied. You were hungry? Sirius brought you a plate of fruit. Thirsty? Remus made you a warm cup of tea. Need affection and cuddles? James practically pushes the two out of the way to plop himself beside you. They felt for you, they really did, nothing was worse than seeing their favorite person in the world in misery and not being able to do anything themselves. They’d take away all of the misery and pain at the drop of a hat if it meant that you were safe and happy all the time.

#poly!marauders x fem!reader #poly!marauders #poly marauders #poly marauders x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #james potter x reader #mel writes

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pennylanefics · 4 months

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To Be Loved - Laurie Laurence

a/n: my first laurie fic! :D i'm pretty happy with how this came out and glad that i was able to actually write it out. bear in mind i haven't written anything like this in months, i also am not super confident about the dialogue because of the time setting and everything, so it may not be the most accurate, but i hope you enjoy! :)

summary: you get insecure about things with laurie late one night

word count: 2,427

warnings: slightly negative self talk here and there

Candlelight casts a warm glow over the silent and chilly room, the time well past midnight, but you and Laurie were wide awake. This has been a normal occurrence for the past few weeks, as you two got to know each other and started sneaking around.

Since the day you arrived at the March household to stay with your aunt and cousins, Laurie had taken a liking towards you. The moment he saw you taking a walk with Jo in the grassy area between their two houses, he couldn’t help but feel drawn towards you.

Maybe it was the way your hair blew in the wind, or the color of your dress, which happens to be his favorite color, violet, or the way the sun shone across your face, your eyes squinting just to be able to see Jo.

Whatever it was, Laurie couldn’t get you out of his head. So one day when he saw you reading underneath the tree, he approached you. Now, as it has been a couple months since your first meeting, you two are completely smitten.

And sneaking around behind your family and his grandfather’s backs.

That’s where you find yourself late at night, when all of your cousins and your aunt have fallen asleep, you sneak out and run off to Laurie’s to curl up in his bed and just talk, maybe kiss here and there, and mainly just be in each other’s presence.

The slight chill in the air is due to the falling temperature of autumn, cooler nights when the sun has gone far below the horizon, but Laurie was more than prepared. He laid a couple more quilts on top of the one he uses every night, knowing that as much as you love the weather, you hate being too cold.

“When are you heading off to Europe again, hm?” You ask, reaching up to stroke Laurie’s cheek. He hums softly in response, his eyes fluttering shut as he relishes in your tender touch and nuzzles into it.

“I don’t plan on going,” he states simply, sighing in response, hating that he has been reminded of it all during a time where he wants no other thoughts than you.

“And why is that?”

Your question seems to upset him as he quickly rises, your hand falling away from his cheek, and he walks over to sit on the window sill, staring out at the pitch black scene, aside from the single candlelight on the porch of the March household.

The room remains silent as he collects his thoughts, questioning if he should tell you his true thoughts or not. He turns back around with his hands in the pockets of his sleep pants, his eyes taking in the sight of you laying in his bed, a sight he would never grow tired of.

“I love you,” he whispers. Instantly, your blood runs cold and you’re sitting up, more alert and aware than you were five minutes ago.

“What?” All you can manage is the single word, your heart starting to pound in your chest. You could feel your hands getting clammy with your rising panic, despite the coolness of the room and it being well below sixty degrees. Laurie stands there, staring, tears becoming evident in his tired eyes.

“I love you, (Y/N). I do.”

“I told you not to fall in love with me,” you murmur in response, scooting to sit up in bed and bring your knees to your chest, “it wasn’t a joke.”

“How am I not supposed to when we spend countless nights tangled in each other’s limbs, faces so close that I can feel your breath against my lips, yearning to kiss you, to cherish you, to make you mine, to hold you like that forever.”

“Laurie, I’m no good for you. You deserve someone better.” Your eyes finally meet his and a defeated expression takes over his features, his small smile dropping into a frown and his eyebrows furrowing together in confusion.

“There is no one better, (Y/N). You are so perfect and I don’t know why you don’t see that.”

“Because I’m not! I’m no one. I come from nothing. I have nothing to offer you, I came here to ask Jo for help in becoming a writer so that I could make somewhat of a living for myself, a-and, I can’t provide for you.”

“You wouldn’t have to provide for me, my love-”

“Don’t call me that,” you interrupt. Secretly, you loved it, the second it falls from his lips you are swooning, but you simply can’t admit that.

It terrifies you.

“You really have not thought the same? Nights like these mean nothing to you?” His voice holds so much emotion. His question silences you, and tears form in your own eyes as you watch Laurie break slowly from the inside.

He was trying his hardest not to reach out for you and pull you into his arms in a tight hug, it’s all he wanted to do. He wanted to hold you, to kiss you over and over and whisper how things would be okay and that they would work out. But he stands his ground.

“They do,” you sigh in defeat, casting your eyes to your hands just as a few drops spill over your eyelashes. “But…”

“But what? Why can’t we be together?”

Again, you have no clue what to say.

“Money means nothing to me, if that is the issue. If not, please tell me what is. I want you, (Y/N), please.”

“I can’t! I just can’t!” You finally cry out, and this time, Laurie does take action.

He rushes back over to your side, wrapping his arm around your body and softly shushing you, wondering what was going on in your mind. He didn’t say anything, though, he just comforts you in this time, making sure you feel safe and cared for.

“I can’t provide a love you deserve,” you choke out, your voice broken and strained from crying. “I don’t know how to love someone, I would not know how to properly show you or give that to you.” Laurie is a little taken aback by your admission. Out of all the things that could have been wrong, he did not think this would be it.

“Isn’t that the beautiful thing about love, though, figuring that sort of thing out together? Learning about one another on a more deeper level, the way we like our tea or coffee prepared, what makes us tick, what helps us fall asleep. All of it. And I want that with you.”

By now, you moved your body to face Laurie, meeting his eyes as he speaks so quietly and eloquently. His hand raises up to your face to brush a stray piece of hair away from your eyes and tucks it behind your ear, though his hand lingers on your cheek.

“Please, (Y/N). I know you are scared, but it would be so wonderful to have the chance to show you how to love.”

The sincerity in his voice was very clear, and it was making your heart race in your chest. Slowly, he leans forward and gently presses his lips to your forehead, his eyes fluttering shut as he remains there for a moment before pulling back a little.

He then moves on to kiss the apple of your cheek, being as sweet as ever, making sure that not one inch of your face goes unkissed. Your breath catches in your throat and the feeling of bliss spreads over your body as the idea of what was happening finally settles in.

Laurie’s lips trail even further down your face to focus on your jaw, going from your chin to right below your ear, but he takes it a step further. After a small pause, he moves his attention to your neck, however, they are no longer soft and careful kisses.

He picks one spot that sends a slight shiver through your body, chuckling lowly against your skin. His warm breath and soft, pink lips felt so nice, you completely forgot what you were talking about just moments ago.

Laurie takes a chance and bares his teeth, nibbling the skin of your neck for just a few seconds. A gasp flies out of your mouth and your hand comes up to tug at his hair, like it was a natural thing for you to do. He lets out another laugh at your reaction and goes back to kissing all over, soothing the area with his tongue for a fleeting moment.

“Stay with me,” he mumbles through kisses, not wanting to stop just yet, but he needed to. His head rises to look at you, his beautiful green eyes shining in the candlelight, something you’ve grown so fond of seeing, so much that you prefer seeing him in this limited lighting rather than daylight; he appeared so angelic at this time of night and in such an intimate setting.

“Laurie…” you breathe out, sniffling a little even though your tears have subsided with his kisses, “I just want you to be happy.”

“You make me happy,” he replies with no hesitation at all. The sincere look in his eyes returns, but as does the watery glaze, the realization that you could be close to walking away from all of this. “You make me so unbelievably happy, (Y/N). I don’t think you understand. I don’t want anyone else, you are it for me.”

“But how do you know? There could be a wonderful woman waiting for you to sweep her off her feet in Europe, looking for someone who cares so deeply and will love her unconditionally, and I do not deserve that.”

“You do deserve it, mon chéri.” The new pet name sends a warm feeling throughout your chest. It felt so personal and heartfelt, and stuns you a little to the point where you freeze. “You have no idea how wonderful you are. You are the woman I want.”

His words finally sink in and it prevents you from pushing him further away, your tears once again making their way down your cheeks, but Laurie is quick to brush them away with his thumb and comfort you.

“Hey, hey, shhh,” he coos, bringing your head into his chest as he lays you back down with him, allowing you to cry again for as long as you need. “It’s alright, my darling.” He just lays there, his right hand gently stroking your back up and down as a way to soothe you, but then he starts to hum some tune quietly.

The smooth sound of his voice and almost shy touch to your back was lulling you to sleep, but you knew this conversation wasn’t quite over just yet.

“You still there?” He asks quietly, not wanting to wake you if you had happened to fall asleep. His hand raises and starts messing with the ends of your hair, combing his fingers through some of the knots, trying to be as careful as possible to not tug at any too hard and cause you any pain.

“Mhm,” you mumble into his neck, the scent of his cologne still lingering from earlier in the day, a scent that you’ve grown very fond of, one that you could smell a thousand times over and never get tired of.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” You hesitate to answer his question, but you know he needs an answer of how you’re feeling. Sitting up, you take a deep breath and look out the window, not moving from his side.

“I…care for you so deeply, Laurie,” the words begin to spill from your lips, and by the tone of your voice, Laurie is preparing for the worst. He sits up with you, though he scoots away just a little, ready to be rejected, like he has been before. “And I want you, I do. If you are okay to take me as I am. A young woman with no sense of direction in her life, no fortune to share, no insane wealth of knowledge or talent like my cousins or any other-”

Laurie is quick to cut you off with a kiss, silencing you to prevent you from speaking down on yourself anymore. His slender fingers cradle your cheek, a stream of tears still falling and melting into his warm hand.

The kiss lasts for a few seconds, Laurie not wanting to pull away just yet. But when he does, his forehead presses against yours, his breath fanning over your face, reminding you of all the nights spent with him, and how you have fallen for him just as much as he has fallen for you.

“You should not speak of yourself like that. You are incredibly smart, a very talented writer, and remarkably beautiful, might I add. Any man would be so fortunate to have you, I promise you that.”

“Then consider yourself very fortunate, Laurie,” you whisper, keeping your eyes on your hands for the moment, too scared to look up at him yet. However, he takes matters into his own hands and raises your chin up with his knuckle, sending butterflies flying throughout your stomach.

A small grin stretches his lips, his green eyes shimmering with adoration as your feelings finally come to light.

“I will be by your side through everything. I love you and I am here to prove that, my darling. And I could not be more joyful that you are giving me the chance to guide you and show you what it means to love and to be loved. Everyone deserves it, especially you.”

“I love you,” your voice comes out slightly strained, fearing that it would be the wrong thing to say. “And I know I don’t know what it means just yet, but I have never felt this way with anyone before, and while it is a scary feeling, I can tell that it is so special and magical.”

Laurie chuckles quietly and kisses you once more before laying back down with you in his arms, closer than any other night you’ve spent with one another, but it felt natural.

It felt right.

“It is very magical, and I promise to show you all the beauty in it, and love you as you deserve to. Because if there is one thing that I know for sure in this life, it’s that you deserve the world, and I promise to give that to you, my darling.”

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rillils · 23 days

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There were times, back then, when Steve was sure he wasn’t going to pull through.

When the fever had consumed him for days, and the breath burned thick in the back of his throat, and Steve felt himself slip too close to the dark place that lived behind his eyelids, across the threshold of his consciousness.

Death, he thought: hovering like a loving mother at his side.

He could feel it, like a cold whisper gusting against his skin, chilling him with words of warning. Soon, it said; and Steve was too weak to do anything but lie there and listen.

He tried to tell Bucky once, drifting out of a delirious sleep.

“If… if death came tomorrow...”

“You’d punch him in the face,” Bucky shushed him softly, carding his fingers through Steve’s hair. The healthy warmth of his hand felt nearly cool against the fevered heat of Steve’s skin, and Steve leaned blindly into the soothing touch, sighing his relief as Bucky’s knuckles stroked his cheek.

Bucky. The world seemed to be fading at the edges, like a sheet of paper burning from the outside in, curling ash-black and falling away piece by piece; but Bucky was still there.

Bucky was made of gentleness and sound, sweet like the sweet nothings he poured in Steve’s ear when Steve slept fitfully, swept into his feverish haze and lost to the world for hours on end.

Bucky was touch: an anchor. Bucky was color, familiar and dependable, like the blue of the sky, the yellow heart of daisies, the stain-black of charcoal.

Steve glimpsed the downturned corners of his mouth, his lovely lovely mouth, red like ripe apples. Steve had dreamed of kissing it once. Twice. Every other night.

Bucky’s cheeks were so pale. His eyes looked so tired, circled by the bruise-like purple of his skin.

He hadn’t been sleeping, Steve knew. Steve had been sleeping, though – he’d stolen Bucky’s share of it while his body burned up from the inside.

“Buck,” Steve rasped, his voice thin and crusty, like plaster peeling off the wall. “If... if I go...”

Bucky shook his head, one curl coming loose from the once careful sweep of his hair. His pretty lips quirked up, a slip of a smile found so easily like he’d rehearsed it a dozen times before.

“Nah. You’re not going anywhere,” he said, collecting Steve’s hand to cradle it in both of his.

Steve’s head lolled sleepily on his pillow, lured by the sound of Bucky’s trembling voice.

“Buck.”

“Shh. You’re staying right here, where I– where I can keep an eye on ya.”

Silence spilled in the room, just for a moment – the space of a sniffle, of a soft, shivery exhale.

“Gotta make sure you don’t get into trouble, don’t I?”

One of Bucky’s hands left him briefly, and when it enveloped him again, there was a wetness there; one little drop trickling from the bridge of his finger, to land cool on Steve’s skin.

“Just. Just like I promised.”

And Steve knew then.

If Death did come; if it seized his wrist with its bone-thin fingers and bade him to follow, Now, child, it is time, Steve would say: No. He’s not ready.

He would think of the apple-red mouth he had never kissed yet, save for in his dreams; of the love he hadn’t quite begun to shape into words. He’d think of the life he’d only just caught a glimpse of, stretched far on the road ahead of him, twined with Bucky’s own as they reached into the future, together. Simply. Always.

No, Steve would tell Death. He’s not ready.

And neither am I.

#stucky #stevebucky #not sure what this is or where it came from but you know how it is #sometimes the thingie just gets stuck in your brain and keeps on knocking until you let it out #*screeches softly*#rillers scribbles #prewar stucky #preserum steve

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letters

So in 1944 my grandpa got tuberculosis. It was bad enough that they sent him to a sanitarium up in the Adirondacks for a rest cure, which was what was recommended at the time. He'd been married to my grandmother for just a little while; they had a son, my uncle, and she was pregnant with my dad.

While he was there he wrote letters daily. He wrote a lot of letters, I think, to his parents and sister and friends. But the ones he sent to his wife, my grandma, she kept.

I don't know the chronology of it all, but after Grandma died, probably my dad found the packet of letters, as he was the one who went through her effects-- might have been his little sister, my aunt. Anyway the packet got circulated around, and then came back to my dad, who carefully organized all of the letters into a binder with individual plastic archival sleeves. Someone asked after them recently, and Mom found them and pulled them out. I was over there today, feeding her cat while she's on vacation, and so I leafed through them.

Grandpa's handwriting is similar, a bit, to my late father's, so I was able to read it reasonably easily. He started strong, the first letter he recounts how he fared in the rainstorm he'd apparently left home in, and then asks how Grandma fared.

How are you, my Baby? Did your schooner of sleep bear you safely thru the storm? If it didn't then you won't be reading this sorry excuse for a letter.

In that same letter he goes on to say,

Zounds! How can I create in this infernal bedlam? All the patients are up (as far as possible) and braying, the phone is ringing, Ma is delivering the Gettysburg Address + Pa is making more noise with a piece of wrapping paper than I could make with a hammer and a piece of steele [sic].

It rapidly escalates from there, and in a later letter he explains that the rest cure was so boring he had literally nothing to do, nothing to write home about, and so in an effort to keep from dwelling on how much he hated it there, he would write these flowery, possibly-repetitive love letters, because he simply had nothing else to talk about.

Your accounts of the marital woes of the [illegible, probably neighbors] are really hair-raising, but I don't think that the happiness of our marriage is due entirely to good fortune. As I have always said, we were made for each other a long, long time ago and our hearts refused to love anyone until the right one came along.

Looking at the postmarks, I realized they dated from right around the time of my father's birth, so I found the one that was sent the day after Dad was born, and it did not disappoint.

My beloved Words cannot express just how I feel this morning; I am all mixed up. You are so wonderful that sometimes I wonder what I ever did to deserve you. You are the one who is increasing our fortunes, for truly our children are the treasures that make us rich. You are so brave, so cool that I hold you in undying amazement. I am sure of one thing, My Darling; I know your sons will love you, not just because you are their mother, but for your own precious self, for the truly great woman you are. For the ordeal you have gone thru to bring these precious lives into being, rest assured of the eternal devotion of your menfolk. Last night all I could think of was you. I heard the night train coming into the station and my heart said "Run, run and catch the train before it is too late. Run to your loved ones and to hell with the results. Run, let nothing keep you from their sides." But my head said, "No, don't undo all that has been done. They also serve who stand and wait. Wait, and by so doing, prove your love to be more than the reckless love of youth, prove it to be the wise, guiding love that lives on long after passion has spent itself and thus spent, dies." And so I waited and the train left without me + my heart hated me for it.

Oh boy I cried, I sure did. (I had to look it up; "They also serve who only stand and wait" is from John Milton's Sonnet XIX.)

He always uses beloved or darling or somesuch as the salutation, but he often refers to her as Red within the text of the letters, because she had red hair. He occasionally made saucy references to their sex life, elsewhere in the letters. But mostly it's absolutely banger shit like this:

My thoughts and deeds, my smiles and tears, my happiness, my loneliness, my joy, my sorrow, my every breath, yea, even the final beat of my loving heart are poor blossoms placed on my altar of adoration, raised in humble gratitude to you.

Her name was Margaret, and I never knew her to have any nicknames, she just went by her name. Except to him, apparently. But as for him-- his government name was John, as was my father's, but my father never had to have a nickname, because there was never a day in his life Grandpa went by John. His name was Buddy, everyone called him Buddy, and he signed his letters as Buddy.

He died in January of 1978 of complications related to the damage to his lungs from the tuberculosis (not directly, but it was related). Grandma was standing in the hallway of the hospital, watching him sleep, waiting for him to wake up so he could meet my older sister, his third grandchild. He never did meet her.

She died in 2002 of congestive heart failure; I'd spent much of the preceding week with her and she'd spoken mostly of him.

#family lore #letters #history i guess

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pagesfromthevoid · 1 year

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Cowboy Like Me | d.d. | 4

Din Djarin x princess!reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: Sexual tension. Mutual pining, though they’re both oblivious. Din is a simp for pretty things that are nice to his son

Author’s Note: Spring break ends for me tomorrow and I return to teaching children of my own at work so expect postings to become a bit erratic again. The goal, as always, is to post at least once a week. We shall see. But thank you for all the support and excitement about this story!! Makes my heart happy 🥹🥹

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The Child

It wasn’t a long hike back to the ship, though it certainly wasn’t a short one. She had been on the lam for only a few days now, but her legs ached and she longed for a break. If it wasn’t for the fact that the Mandalorian was taking her back to Senex, she would have been thankful for the chance to sleep somewhere secure.

What a shame her security was just collecting his credits.

Behind her, the baby giggled and bounced the toy she’d given him. She smiled as she slowed, walking alongside the pod now. The child held the toy to her, and she patted the head gently. In front of her, the hunter glanced over his shoulder, as if to check she was still there.

She tried to ignore him, though whenever she caught a glimpse of him, her chest tightened. It was an involuntary reaction; one she knew painfully well as the start of something she shouldn’t want. But their close encounter with her mother’s droids brought them close together —closer than she’d been with anyone in some time —and the feel of his armor under her palms was cool against her panicked heated skin.

It was a dangerous game; one she knew wouldn’t end well for either of them.

The child hummed as they approached a ship that sat alone in Nevarro’s volcanic plain. The Mandalorian lifted his wrist, tapping into the pad that rested there. The hatch to the hull lowered slowly as they approached, and he motioned for her to go ahead of him.

“You can have the bunk,” he offered, pointing to the back of the ship as they boarded.

She glanced back at the bed —small, cramped, and certainly not what she was used to but far better than the ones she’d been sleeping in that week. Her bones ached for a chance to lay down, to relax and sleep without worrying about someone finding her. Since she was already caught, it didn’t really matter, did it? And she wasn’t going to deny the chance to sleep comfortably before she left the galaxy for good.

“I appreciate it,” she offered, setting her backpack on the bed, opening it before looking around the hull of the ship. “Where will you sleep?”

“If I do,” he responded simply, pushing the child’s crib gently so it hovered in the corner. “The floor.”

Her hands froze in her bag, and she turned back to him with a frown. “You cannot sleep on the floor of your own ship.”

“I have before.”

“I will,” she insisted, taking her bag back into her arms. “I am technically your captive anyway, it’s only fair.”

The Mandalorian stared at her, and she suddenly decided she did not like the expressionless face that was before her. Her ability to read people was something she was quite proud of. Years of honing it and learning to decipher meaning in body language was a great tool for anyone wishing to enter the political world. People were easy to read; their faces told so much without saying a word. But with his helmet on, it masked everything and she couldn’t determine a thing about what he was thinking or feeling. It was frustrating to say the least.

“No,” was all he responded with.

“Yes.”

“It’s the bed or it’s the carbonite. Take your pick, princess.”

Her mouth snapped shut, though not necessarily because of the threat. She would take the damn bed; it was a ridiculous argument. And if she was locked away, then she couldn’t fulfill her last attempt at salvation. The threat wasn’t the problem —it was the name. She was used to being addressed as such, but it was with respect. Adoration, awe.

It should have felt patronizing, the way he spoke to her. Rude, pushy. But something about the tone, behind the modulator of his helmet, made the nickname feel…electric. It struck her like lightning, making her toes curl in her boots and the hair stand up on her arms.

She thanked the Maker for the long sleeve shirt she wore for hiding her skin. The hunter was a man of details; it was part of his job description. If he noticed that the way he spoke to her did…anything to her, she wasn’t sure she’d make it to the end of the week without ruining two lives: her own and his.

While she wasn’t entirely sure why the name made her react in such a way, she knew what it meant. Flustered and warm from the thought —especially with how close they were earlier…Maker help her, because he was solid and strong and even if he was taking her to the end of her life…she felt safe. And she knew it was a terrible idea.

Which made the next thing she said completely and utterly inappropriate.

“If you change your mind, I’m sure we can make it work for two.”

*****

If she saw Din tense, she didn’t mention anything as she turned away from him and started to unpack. He simply stood there for a moment, staring at her back, unable to focus. Combined with how close they were prior to being on the ship —how warm she was pressed against him, with wide eyes and her hands on him —her comment was too much.

Din just…nodded in response, knowing she could not see him, and turned to climb the ladder to the cockpit. Grogu babbled behind him, though did not follow like he usually did. Din didn’t want to turn around; he couldn’t look at her. Not…not from behind, at least. Not right now.

“Grogu,” he ordered, hovering just barely off the ground as he clung to the ladder.

“Grogu?” She asked, and Din could hear her turn to face him. “Is that his name?”

Grogu cooed again, climbing from his pod to get onto the bed. Din silently cursed, being forced to climb down and face her. She sat beside the child, offering her finger to him with a soft smile. It was that softness that drew Din in more.

“He can stay down here with me, Mandalorian. I don’t mind.”

Din sighed heavily, shaking his head. “No, he can’t. He’s just…he’ll cause you trouble.”

She laughed then. A wonderful sound —light, genuine and all consuming. He wanted to hear it again; be the cause of it.

He was playing a dangerous game, he realized. One that he should have known better than to have even started.

“How much trouble can a child cause on this ship?” She countered as her laughter faded off, lifting Grogu into her lap. “He simply wants attention; he’s just a baby, after all.”

“He’s fifty,” Din corrected. Though technically she was right. Grogu was just a child by the standards of…whatever his people were.

“And not a day over.” She lifted Grogu in the air above her, smiling at him adoringly. “Let him stay with me. I’ll read to him, I’m sure you want a break —some privacy for your own sanity.”

Din swallowed hard, wondering if she knew about the dilemma he was facing regarding her. Or if she simply was being genuine for the sake of it. Given how she was looking at his child, hardly at the hunter himself, Din assumed she just…she was nice.

That wasn’t a good word to describe her. But he couldn’t think straight at the moment.

“That’s…thank you. That’s kind of you.”

“You’re just lucky he’s sweet,” she teased, looking back at Din finally with the same smile she had given Grogu.

With that, she set Grogu on the bed and pulled a book from her backpack as well as a parcel that was wrapped neatly. She glanced over her shoulder, giving Din a playful but pointed look.

“Go, Mandalorian.”

“Mando,” he finally corrected, turning to climb into the cockpit once more.

She repeated his nickname to herself and Grogu, and Din couldn’t help the smile that touched his lips. Far less formal, just like he thought. It wasn’t laced with fear, or anger. It just felt soft, spoken like she had known him as a friend and not the man who was collecting a bounty on her head.

It was then that Din suddenly realized another dangerous dilemma:

He didn’t want to collect the bounty anymore.

———

Taglist (OPEN): @r4iner

#din djarin x reader #mandalorian x reader #mando x reader #din djarin #the mandalorian #din djarin imagine #the mandalorian imagine

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kurooblossom · 1 year

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3:43 am + Mammon

♡ Word Count: 456

♡ Pairing: Mammon x Reader

♡ Warnings: established relationship, fluff, gn!reader

♡ A/N: I'm going to attempt to start emptying out my drafts. 😂 Keyword being attempt since a lot of it is unfinished and it’s been rough trying to get back into writing.

♡ Also available on AO3!

Carefully…

“No.” Mammon groaned suddenly.

Y/N jumped at Mammon’s voice that cut through the silence like a knife. When in the Devildom did he wake up? They were careful to not make any unnecessary movements, nearly out of their partner’s grasp when Mammon apparently had decided they were too far for his liking.

“Ya can’t leave,” he continued, pulling Y/N back to their original position against his chest, tightening his arms around their abdomen.

His arms wrapped around them tighter than before, something Y/N didn’t know was physically possible. Seemingly ignoring their protests, Mammon buried his head into their neck once more, nuzzling in as close as he could. His breath was warm against their cold skin as he pressed a single kiss to their neck before going still once more.

“Babe, please! I need to go to the restroom.”

Mammon hummed, clearly slipping back into sleep.

“Mammon!” Y/N begged.

The demon lay there unmoving for a moment. It was no more than a few seconds, but with how badly they needed to leave their shared bed, it felt like minutes had passed before Mammon responded. His arms reluctantly released them from his grasp, moaning as he turned over, and faced his back toward them. Y/N sighed as the demon huffed tiredly.

Attending to him can wait, they thought.

Quickly, the human slipped out from underneath the warm comforter and went to do their business. When Y/N came back, the demon was sprawled out on the mattress in the center, taking up as much room as possible. They could only sigh as they walked across the room.

The mattress dipped next to the demon’s body as Y/N crawled back into bed, the cool air pricking his skin as they did so. His eyes remained closed as he felt their thighs straddle his body. His fingers clenched the sheets underneath them, fighting the urge to open his eyes to look at the human who had managed to wrap him around their finger.

“Don’t be mad at me,” Y/N murmured, pulling the comforter down with them as they laid down onto his chest.

The demon remained silent, merely turning his head away from them as they inched closer.

“What are ‘ya doing?” Mammon grumbled.

“Going to sleep,” Y/N replied simply, burying their head into his neck.

Soon enough, the human on his chest settled and began to softly snore into neck, with one of their hands grasping onto the fabric of his night shirt. Mammon sighed, wrapping his arms around their waist, and pressed a kiss onto their forehead.

“Sweet dreams,” he murmured, peppering kisses across their face that was accessible to him before resting his head against theirs.

#mammon x reader #mammon x mc #mammon fanfic #mammon fanfiction #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me fanfic #obey me fanfiction

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klausysworld · 1 year

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Klaus taking care of y/n when they’re ill 🤒

(just fluffy/soft klaus loving y/n)

A loud banging woke me from my restless sleep and i groaned in pain and exhaustion. The knocking continued as i shifted under the layers of blankets, a chill ran through my body and my arms collapsed underneath me as i attempted to lift myself

“y/n! for god’s sake love would you answer the bloody door!? i can literally hear you breathing! not answering my texts is one thing but not letting me inside? it’s cold out here you know! …….love?” klaus’s voice was booming, far louder than normal.

“my love… i said i was sorry… Elena she pushed at me a little too hard and i retaliated… i know she’s your sister and i promised her no harm… i’m..i am sorry y/n. Please just open the door okay? You’re worrying me”

i used as much strength as i could muster to drag myself off the couch. I sluggishly moved across the room and pulled the door open

“finally! honestly love y…. bloody hell what… are you alright?” he was inside instantly, the door pushed closed and my body held tightly to his. A cold hand pressed to my face as klaus gently lift me up to sit on his hip but my arms ached far too much to wrap around his neck so i simply slumped against his form.

“you’re boiling sweetheart. We need to get you out of these pyjamas they’re far to thick” i shook my head and let out a raspy whine

“it’s so cold nik..” i sniffed into him.

“no love you’ve got a major temperature, come on we need to cool you down” he muttered into my hair kissing the top of my head after.

my fluffy jumper and pyjama pants were pulled off my body leaving me in my just my underwear shivering from the cool air. My jaw chattered and my whole body felt sore. i was put down onto my bed, the duvet moved aside leaving me on just the sheet

“just gonna grab you something to wear okay? you’ll feel much better tomorrow my love” my body curled itself into a ball and my eyelids fell shut, i felt myself go limp as i allowed my mind to go blank.

i could faintly feel my body lifted up, my back was pressed against something warm and soft fabric was pushed over my chest and torso, shorts were then slid up my legs and something freezing and damp was pressed against my forehead

the unexpected feeling jolted me fully awake, my gasp caused the air to tickle at my throat and i erupted into a fit of dry coughs and wheezes. Hands supported my back gently angling me forward as forceful hits went against my back

“it’s okay, you’re okay, you’ll be okay..” klaus’s voice whispered soothingly behind me as my coughing lessened and i immediately burst into tears, croaky sobs echoed into the room whilst he rocked me gently

“hurts nik, it hurts! everything hurts!”

the wet towel was pressed against me again, a cup pushed to my lips as his hand carefully tilted my head

“drink sweetheart drink, it’s just water okay?” i parted my lips in response allowing the ice cold liquid to flow down my swollen throat and sighing when the soreness eased a little

“there’s my good little love, promise it’s gonna feel so much better so soon, just rest my love, rest”

i was wrapped in the safety of the one i loved most and i knew he would hold me and care for me until i was better.

#klaus mikaleson imagine #klaus mikaelson one shot #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson #niklaus mikaelson #klaus fluff #klaus smut #soft!klaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson x y/n #the originals #the vampire diares imagine #niklaus imagines #klaus mikealson fanfiction #klaus michaelson #klaus mikaelson fluff

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texts. — late nights.

ft. venti, scaramouche & xiao. (separate.)

warnings : mentions of alcohol (venti), cursing (venti & scaramouche), xiao’s part is a bit long, a bit angsty in all of their parts.

venti.

you turn off your phone. with a sigh, shaking your head at yourself, you look to venti - he sits on the very edge of the curb, legs crossed. brows drawn, his eyes drowsily traces your face. and you do the same - the streetlight lit on him, holding a light to the utter exhaustion that touches his features. if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve simply brushed it off as his hangout or him not getting enough sleep as of late.

but you did know better. the haze in his eyes: the scent of alcohol sticking onto him; his aimless mutterings under his breath. it’d be a bit hard not to put two and two together.

“…c’mon.” you hold your hand out for him to take. “the others are waiting for you.”

with little to no hesitation, he holds your hand, fingers twined, as you tug him onto his feet. of course, he nearly topples, the asphalt of the road swaying beneath him, was it not for the tight hold you have on his hand.

“…’m sorry,” he mutters. “i… ‘m sorry… the other are… are waiting for me…”

he leans into your chest, slumping. your arms immediately wraps around his shoulder as to not let him lose his footing again. venti hums contentedly, a small smile on his lips. “you’re… you’re waiting for me…”

the night air, crisp, cool, brushes through with almost a carefree stride, stroking his hair and yours. he takes in a breath, sobriety dawning on him slowly, and finds himself nestled in the nook of your neck. as he tries to find his breath once more, his intakes and sighs tickles your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

(the feeling of his voice, his lips, almost on the shell of your ear seems strangely nice. you don’t want to look into that too much.)

“yeah.” you rub his back in slow, smooth motions. and sooner than later, his body, once tense, relaxes underneath your touch. “i am.”

scaramouche.

with the exception of a playing shuffling songs on the speaker, wisps of wind whipping against the car, a silence hung in the air. your hands on the steering wheel, keeping a steady hold on it, taps on the leather covering mindlessly. the road is almost perpetual, never ending, as it continues on and on to the point of the horizon. you look to the side from the corner of your eye - scaramouche… no, kuni stared out at the window, his eyes follows the streetlights that passes by like a breeze. you’d say he was bored was it not for the slight hum he voices when a song he favors comes on.

he rolls his head to his shoulder, eyes now on you. “how much longer?”

“not much.”

“that’s not an answer.”

“fine.” a small smile tugs on you. “an indeterminate amount of time then.”

“jackass.”

“little shit.”

brows furrowed, kuni turns his head back to the window, the blur of soft lights, cement, the sky coalesced apparently interesting to him. you steal a peek at him again, the window a reflection to you - the smile on you falls away at the look of pure resignation on him. the fire in his eyes that you saw just a few seconds ago has long been put out, all but a smoldering rue in them. he sighs as he lowers his face into the palm of his hand, and, as if aware of your eyes on him, tries to wipe away the expression on him.

“…just say we’re not that far,” he says, his voice seldom soft, and it startles you a bit at the sudden shift of his tone. it seems he’d noticed it as well as he tries to sound a bit more like himself for his next few words. “please tell me you’re capable of that at least, right?”

(it might be you, and you sort of hope it is, but you feel like he might be referring to someone else when he asked.)

“…we’re close.” you nod along with your words. “if anything, it’s at the next exit.”

“finally.” a pause. “…thanks.”

“huh?”

he bites his lower lip, something of a habit that he’d developed over the years, as he stays silent - when he’s like that, you don’t bother to try and tug out whatever he meant to say. though, even with the lack of light, you could see the tips of his ears slightly flush. “nothing. just… thanks.”

“…no problem.”

xiao.

after a few seconds, your phone stars ringing. when you press accept, it clicks, and xiao’s voice flows in - a bit awkwardly, as if unused to this type of thing.

“…hey.”

“hey yourself.”

on the other side of the line, you could hear slight shuffling in the background. with nothing but the night and silence as an accompaniment, his series of soft, light breathing almost… calms you. you lay your phone across your bedsheets, the screen hot from how long you’ve been using it, as you come to find yourself staring at the ceiling as well - though in return, all you see is the darkness that he speaks and loathes of.

“are just going to stay silent and listen to each other breath or…?”

he huffs. “i am not acquainted with this.”

“this?”

“…starting a conversation,” he whispers, and he turns again to the ceiling, the bed beneath him creaking along. “i do not know what you would find as an interesting topic, thus i don’t know what to say; as if words evade me.”

“oh.” you close your eyes for a bit. the world around you quietens in response, silent, but for his voice that sounds close yet far away. …wait, voice. “…how about your music?”

“my music?”

“yeah. you mentioned it once or twice, and i’ve always seen you stay after school in that music room on my way out. that and venti doesn’t exactly keep his mouth shut about it either.”

a slight laugh escapes his lips and there’s almost a childish tinge to it that you feel that you could get used to. “there’s… there’s nothing much to say about it.”

“but there’s something you’d like to talk about it still, right?”

an air of silence falls on the line. if you try hard enough, you could catch the sounds of sirens, fading in and out as does the wind. (something you shouldn’t think but you wonder how the colors play across his face.) that’s all it took, apparently, for him to shuffle himself out of bed, the sheets rustling, and walk elsewhere. that elsewhere becomes clear in a bit as he slides open the door, the silent cacophony of the night searing into your ears on your line.

“outside?”

“yeah.”

“try not to catch a cold or somethi—”

“some of my songs are… about falling in love. or the thought of being in love,” he interrupts, the words practically falling out.

“oh. …really?” you can’t keep the surprise out of your voice. “i can’t say i saw that coming.”

“not everyone can, no. and i hadn’t intended to either - the concept of love, adoration, desire somewhat eludes me. i’m not… used to it, one could say, and thus i do not have a sense of understanding as many others would. and yet it is all i write when i try to compose a song. the thought of falling in love is… is nice.”

“yeah, it is. who doesn’t want to love and feel loved in return?”

he hums. “…i realized i don’t have an understanding for a lot of things, or am not accustomed to said things. words, the ideal of love, none of these are familiar with me as i wished for myself to be.”

“but you’re trying, no?” you asked. you stare at the phone from the corner of your eye, still bright, still alive, with a photo of him on screen. (you wonder if he’s doing the same right now.) “you’re saying that you’re not good with words but you’re writing pages and pages of them for your music; that and it’s for the very feeling you say you can’t understand.

“you’re trying to familiarize yourself with words, with love, and all those other things you say you aren’t close with in your own way. you said it yourself, didn’t you? that you don’t have the sense of understanding as everyone else does, but that’s because you’re cultivating your own.”

“…”

the sirens in the background came back. and for a while, it stayed it that way, as you neither xiao said anything to mute it out.

you lift your arm up in the air, fingers splayed, aimlessly looking at the spaces - the darkness of your room long swallowed them.

he simply stared at the skies, stars lit, a bit reminiscent of the lanterns from somewhere far away.

maybe it wasn’t a bad thing at all.

because at least the two of you ended up talking, right?

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin smau #genshin impact drabbles #genshin drabbles #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #venti x reader #venti x you #xiao x reader #xiao x you

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batterygarden · 1 year

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denji x fem!sex fiend!reader | 18+ MDNI

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cw: explicit, cream pie, blood drinking, overstim for denji, i gave sex fiend reader a rlly long orgasm, 1.8k words

a/n: this goes out to my lovely ydt anon who inspired this also thank u @detritvss for remaining the number 1 beta to my alpha 🐺. Also if the headers blurry pretend it’s not I love the glitter!!!!!

3:00 AM

Through his peripheral, Denji watches the numbers on his alarm clock blur into new ones, refusing to focus his eyes and witness the passing of another minute spent awake. He doesn’t want to know what time it is, because the later it gets, the less he’ll be able to sleep, and the less sleep he can manage, the harder tomorrow’s work day will be.

Although he’s starting to give up on the prospect of sleeping at all. It’s too hot. Everything’s stuffy—Denji has no idea how you manage to stay so peacefully unconscious atop him. The heater is on high (as per your demand after walking home in the snow earlier), a heavy quilt is around you both (which, even asleep, you refuse to allow Denji to lower), and your warm body is clinging to him—cheek over his heart, skin stuck to skin and your arms latched around his torso with a strength that should be impossible for a sleeping person.

Of course… technically you’re no more a person than Denji is.

The Sex Fiend.

People tend to imagine a creature scarier than you when they picture it. But you’re sweet for a devil—that’s what everyone who knows you says. You’ll cooperate—and you’re not especially malicious. All you need is a good fuck when you’re in the mood and you’ll do what you’re told with a smile on your face! It’s never been an issue with your near irresistible charms, and you’ve been lucky enough to be placed under the care of a really cool devil hunter. He always meets your needs—even going so far as to share his bed!

But tonight you won’t let him move even an inch to get comfier in said bed, and Denji is on the verge of becoming grumpy over it. He’s about to lose it when, at three in the morning, you introduce the cherry on top of your efforts to prevent Denji from achieving a rem cycle—you start grinding on him.

He’s not even certain that’s what’s really happening—the first time your hips dig into his side, he assumes you’re simply stretching. But then you dig into him again, more firmly and accompanied by a soft pant—and Denji’s sure of it.

Ugh. He rolls his eyes in the darkness. He should have known this would happen—clearly he was doomed to a tired day tomorrow no matter what. He feels his cock start to harden when you buck again, his bitterness starting to wash away with lust—too easily, he thinks, all it took was a couple lazy thrusts of your hips.

Of course, you’re sure to wake any moment now—you’re insatiable once you get horny, there’s no calming you till you reach your high, Denji would know. He’s reminded of the time you needed to be fucked mid-train ride to Kyoto—that time he actually had been sleeping. You’d simply shaken him awake to satiate your needs then; he figures that’s the silver lining of staying up tonight—at least you wouldn’t be waking him. He’ll take a win where he can get one with you.

‘That little sex fiend, have you met her?’

‘An odd case for a devil—she’s a great listener and cute as a button!’

‘Must be the easiest fiend to work with that the agency’s ever captured—she’s the only one that’s no trouble!’

Denji frowns at his own memories, at people’s false perceptions. Sure, Denji knows you’re cute—he’d be an idiot to miss it, but compliancy is not on your long list of virtues. You’re a pain in Denji’s neck on a good day—only asking to fuck at the worst, most inconvenient times, knowing Denji would never say no. You take full advantage of his generous nature (and easy horniness), and he’s aware of it but can’t even blame you. Your pussy always feels too good to decline.

It’s with that in mind that Denji shakes your shoulder aggressively—unsympathetic to your interrupted sleep when you wake with a gasp, eyes widening immediately. Your hand is quick to wrap around his wrist with bruising pressure as you whine, instantly pushed into sleepy, lust induced hysterics.

“Denji! I just—” your breath catches in your throat while your hips resume motion on their own accord, “I just had such a good dream.”

You raise your head to look at him then, and when Denji meets your eyes in the dim light you look hungry. He swallows.

“Oh yeah?”

You nod vigorously, eventually dropping your head back to his chest instead of holding eye contact while you grind some more—slow and deep this time. Your fingers are pressing into his flesh wherever they can reach, like you’re trying to sink into his skin—suddenly you need to be closer.

“It was about you,” you don’t mince your words. “Fuck me, Denji.”

He huffs before nodding, dropping an obedient kay, before rolling you onto your back to hover over you. He chuckles when you try and wrap your legs around him before he’s even all the way on top of you—he’d make fun of you for your desperation if it didn’t turn him on so much.

A hand is quick to slide under your nightgown then, his fingers hot over your naked hip as they trail towards your center. Your breathing somehow turns even more erratic when he traces the seam of your cunt, then your arms are folding behind his head and yanking him lower to meet his lips. Denji hums against your mouth when he feels how utterly drenched you are. He has a passing thought about how you likely marked up his boxers with your slick before you distract him with a bite, sinking sharp teeth into his lip and savoring the taste of his blood pouring into your mouth.

He pulls away with a victimized expression but you follow him, not even allowing the chance to speak before you’re licking the last red drops from his healing lip and grinding against his fingers.

Denji’s quick to forgive your sharp teeth when you reach between you to palm his hard cock, feeling its thick shape through the fabric of his boxers. You can’t help but whine from the weight of him in your hand—he’s yours, you think, this belongs to me.

And you tell him—whining, “Denji, I need your cock now, let me use it now please!” Your eyes frenzied when you murmur “You know I love your cock, right, Denji? Need it inside now!”

You’re unashamed—letting your desperation leak into your voice as you grip him firmly and use your other arm to try and push his back lower.

Denji knows how possessive you get over him—the way you feel about his body is something you’re not shy in confessing, but it still heats his face up every time you say it. He complies, partially because he knows you’ll get frustrated if he doesn’t and partially because his need is right there with you—he’s growing desperate, too.

So he slides his fingers from your clit that he’s been circling, instead using them to rip down his boxers and line himself up with your entrance. You cry and buck towards him, anything to get closer and feel the friction that you crave—that you thrive off, but you’re really just making it harder for him to slide himself lower in the dark.

“Quit movin’,”

He steadies your hip with his hand briefly before finally sinking down to your opening. Fingering you first crosses his mind but he quickly decides not to bother; he knows you won’t have the patience and he reasons you should be wet enough with how long you've apparently been aching for him. He starts to slide in slowly at first—it’s rare that he doesn’t prep you like this—but then you’re tightening your legs and arms around him, using all your strength to pull him in despite the initial stretch.

Denji groans—the tight warm feeling of you around him is something he can never get used to no matter how often he gets to feel it. You suck him in deep till it’s hard to move—but you start moving for him, unable to take a moment of stillness, rocking up into him frantically and biting his shoulder.

It feels insane. The pinch your teeth leave in his skin doesn’t even register next to the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around him, pulling him in again and again. Denji doesn’t even scold you for it like usual—he’s doing everything he can not to cum too early—saving himself from the overstimulation you would surely bring if you couldn't reach your high before him. He has to grit his teeth and focus on holding it back as he begins a steady pace drilling into you.

This feels like relief. You were beginning to fear you’d go crazy if Denji didn’t do something quick—you could cry with how good it feels to finally be taken care of. You half-bounce yourself up to meet his thrusts, eyes rolling back with how deep you feel him, nail digging into the skin of his back enough to draw blood as he literally rearranges your guts—it’s just what you needed. It takes almost no time for your toes to start curling, for your pants and moans to grow more high pitched, for his cock to get overwhelming in the best way.

“Denji, Denji, Denji…” you repeat, too lost in these sensations to monitor your voice or how loud it’s becoming—only focused on chasing your approaching high.

Denji shushes you half-heartedly—you feel too good for him to really care about your volume. The convenience of your neighbors is the last thing on Denji’s mind as you begin to clamp down on him, letting him feel the first waves of your orgasm. He can’t hold on any longer as you grip his arms and bite his neck, your pussy squeezing him in rapid waves that leave his brain staticky and blank. He can’t even find his voice to warn you that he’s cumming too, you only know when you feel him paint your insides. You aren’t even finished by the time he’s emptied, still grinding against him while you twitch on his cock, leaving him gasping and overstimulated.

“H-hey,” he tries telling you, “S’too much baby–” Your ears might as well be full of cotton though, you simply wrap your legs tighter and bite a new spot on his neck, leaving him thoroughly marked and bruised. Denji throws his head back and whimpers till the last waves of orgasm finish washing over you and you finally stop milking his cock for all he has—leaving both of you drained and lifeless. Denji promptly collapses on top of you. You roll so you’re on his chest again, still connected.

“Thank you, Denji” you whisper, planting a light kiss between his collar bones, your voice turned all sweet and reserved like it is around everyone else.

He huffs, wrapping his arms tight around your back and letting his eyelids droop.

Then you gasp, and Denji’s eyes shoot open again while he lifts his head, “What?!”

“Did you see the time? It’ll be 4 soon—we should get some sleep!”

#denji x reader #csm x reader #chainsaw man x reader #denji fics

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blacksupremacy86 · 12 days

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Lovers A Film Noir

This is completely beautiful,a totally vintage experience because I am literally in a Hotel chain named in Hollywood Experience Hotel chain and now I might add I am riding up the hotel elevator. At last we are stepping off of the elevator on to the main hallway walking down in sleepy haze wiping my eyes for a bit of a reprieve and reaching for my keys just slip it in to the doors key hole. The door swings open but the minute I step in one foot at a time immediately something is off, because I feel a my eyes being altered with some sort of contacts that act like a film filter.Everything in my world now here is a far too obvious now an exceptional black and white early Hollywood film and television I can tell the smell it is the smell of boiling or burnt film and sounds of crackles can be heard. I am a bit frightened and frustrated at my own experiences because I can sense it a lone figure looming through the room as it shines so brightly without any questions The room grows darker the anything I have ever seen or thought possible but a hand is now laying on to my shoulders holding on to me tight and embracing my back with his body. His palms starts to slip down from the shoulders down to my hands holding on to them I can feel him move slowly closer to undo my shirt. I use my hands to shove him back serving to the side to see this weird, pretty white boi about my age or so in this typing 1930’s or 1940’s clothes and also in black and white. He shooks his head at me as he burst out loudly laughing so hard as he looks up at me then checking me before he licks his lips. One deep breath before he is strolling to both window shades undoing them just a tiny bit and allowing the light in with such gorgeous illumination spilling in to it. He spins swiftly about to me making eye contact with me as it burns through my soul sweeping me in to his own orbit he begins to kissing me. I remain in full control of the situation once again in an utter state of excitement he calls me by tenderly placing his hands on a shirt button and walks closer to me.

Hello Master Lawrence!”

“What the hell is this?”

“Our realm “

“A time in between space “

“One of my own”

“I am yours “

“You created me”

“I couldn’t have”

“This hotel creates Ai based on you”

“Did you read my bio rhythms?”

“Correct!”

“What is the outcome?”

“You can save me?”

“Save you “

“Your will alone can make me”

“Real?”

“Impossible “

“You are doing it right now”

“I am your dream man”

“Is that not so?”

“No!”

“Don’t lie”

“You are my everything “

“Simply give in”

“I never do that “

“Kiss me and win me Sire”

“Let me be the only one worthy of you “

“I love you”

“Ugh! I love you too”

“I am alive Master Lawrence “

The end

Grant’s Possession

Grant Gustin laying in a hotel room after a very long day ending a FaceTime call with his wife and his kid is ambushed by some strange force cutting the call off as every thing in the room shook.The lights fluttering on and off blinding him on and off blinking like crazy driving himself in a jolt and jump upward in to the air propel even harder and he falls onto the bed in a deep a haze.He has a overly exaggerated sigh as he falls yet again flat on the bed exacerbated by the day’s events and goes into a deep slumber for the longterm unaware of the spirit about to inhabit his mind forever. Midnight hits as he squirms in bed rolls from one side to the other on his hotel sleeping in to the night as the hour takes a lifetime to end and the nights event have barely begun to occur.His eyes flutter open, close, in a deep heat as the sweat consumes him rolling down his face and he is completely overheated in his body dripping down his body wetting his bed up. A thin large white figure floating high above his massive queens size body imploding in a burst of energy shooting through the hotel room and lifts his body off in to the air cools it in a span of time.This Ghostly figure encircling him descends in to his body shivering with compulsion out of nowhere and Grants eyes flitting once more as he struggles to regain controls over himself. Suddenly! Grants life surrenders to him as he sunk in to unknown levels from his real consciousness, reveling in to subconscious throughout Grant is to suddenly find whohe is.Watching his authentic shadow bounce wall to wall he is forced to see it step in to a gold mirror and it become his reflection shining so bright with a golden ray of light booming on to him.

“Who on this God flourish earth are you ?”

“The new owner of this body “

“Why do you have my image?”

“I just explained it “

“You know full well”

“Fuck you! Set me free”

“Unfortunately! I can’t let you “

“Why not you freak?”

“Asshole”

“You will get use to it “

“Absolutely not! It’s my body “

“It’s my property “

“My life “

“No! My will”

“People will know “

“I will take care of that “

“You have a answer for everything “

“No duh!”

“I am not some dumb jock”

“You assume so”

“You will be soon enough”

“I won’t allow it “

“Oh please! Your mind is reassembling at this point.”

“You will see things my way”

“Take a nap”

“No! I refuse…I “

“A long slumber “

“No I….aaaahhhhh”

“Close your eyes, hit the bed “

“Succumb to my will”

The end

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