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libraryofgage · 8 months

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Hashah Tovah! It's Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year, and there's no such thing as too much Jewish Steve in my book (that being said, this story isn't about the New Year, it's about Shabbat hfjdks)

Also, I'm gonna be honest, this fic is a love letter to Judaism and my experiences with my temple and the people there. My experiences aren't universal, though, so please don't take anything here as, like, the end-all-be-all of Judaism. If you have questions about anything here, you can ask me; I'll be happy to answer ^_^

The time period is also very loose. Upside Down happened, but some of the attitudes are probably a bit more modern. Honestly, I suggest just shutting off your brain and enjoying the story lmao

CW: vague mentions of antisemitism and homophobia

As always, if you see any typos no you didn't

(also this is like 4k so buckle in bois)

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Steve's car has officially given up on life. Honestly, he's surprised it even managed to live this long. For all it's been through, it probably deserves some rest and TLC. Steve just wishes it could have demanded that rest and TLC on any other day.

Because it's Friday. Because it's Shabbat. Because he's about to have a mob of concerned elderly members of his temple crowding his door if he doesn't go to services tonight, and that's not something he wants his neighbors to see.

He considers calling Robin, but she won't be much help. She might be his Emergency Goy, but she doesn't have a car. Now that he's thinking about it, Robin may not be the best Emergency Goy, not that he'd ever tell her that.

He knows one other person with a car, of course, but that means he has to call Eddie. Not that Steve has anything against him, of course, but Eddie makes him feel a lot of things that he's not quite ready to confront just yet.

Steve frowns, staring at the phone for a long moment, trying to come up with any other option.

Steve comes up empty.

Shit.

He takes a deep breath and takes the phone off the receiver, slowly punching in the numbers as though he'll suddenly have an epiphany before he's finished dialing.

Unfortunately, he doesn't, and the phone is now ringing. It rings twice before getting picked up, Eddie's familiar voice saying, "You've reached Casa de Munson. The fuck do you want?"

"Do you always answer the phone like that?" Steve asks, momentarily forgetting about the favor he was planning to ask.

He hears Eddie hum and can practically picture the way he's now leaning against the wall next to the phone, an amused smirk tugging at his lips. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Stevie. What, pray tell, has you calling me?" he asks.

Steve almost hangs up. This is already stressful for him. What if Eddie doesn't agree? Worst, what if he does? Wouldn't that mean Eddie is going to see a part of himself that nobody but Robin has seen? That's fucking terrifying. What if Eddie suddenly hates him?

"I, uh, I need a favor," Steve admits.

"What kind of favor?"

If he wanted, Steve could just lie. It wouldn't be his first time lying about Friday plans. "My car won't start," Steve says, hesitating for a second more before continuing, "and I need a ride to the next town tonight."

"Gee, Harrington, get invited to a party?" Eddie asks, a slight edge to his voice that Steve can't quite place.

"What? No. I...it's not a party, okay? This is really important to me, man. Can you give me a ride or should I ask someone else?"

Maybe Hopper or Joyce would have enough time to give him a ride. He just needs to be dropped off. Getting back...can be a bridge he crosses when he comes to it.

"What time would we be getting back?" Eddie asks, pulling Steve from his thoughts.

"Probably after nine. And we need to be there at six, so that means leaving here no later than five," Steve says, trying to ignore the growing hope and sense of dread in the pit of his stomach. "I know it's really last minute, but you could spend the night at my place after. If you want."

"Will it be fun?"

"Uh, maybe? I don't know, man, it kinda depends. I find it fun, but you might get...bored," Steve says. Or offended. Maybe infuriated? Maybe betrayed that this is a whole part of Steve's life he's never hinted at.

"You're being real mysterious about all this, big boy."

"Yeah, I'm sorry. It's just hard to explain."

"Well, lucky for you, I'm bored and curious."

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On the drive, Eddie keeps trying to figure out where Steve is directing him. He keeps asking questions, Steve keeps dodging them, and that feeling of inevitable dread keeps growing.

Of course, all that dodging is rendered obsolete as Eddie pulls into a parking spot and shuts off the van. A few families are walking into the temple, some parents glancing curiously at the unfamiliar van, some glancing suspiciously, and some too distracted by kids to notice.

"Uh, are you sure this is the place?" Eddie asks, frowning slightly as he looks at the temple and then at Steve.

Steve swallows around the lump in his throat, his hands nervously gripping the material of his sweater. "I'm Jewish," he blurts out, feeling his face burning. When a few seconds pass without any response, he burns holes into a tree outside and adds, "It's Friday night services. Shabbat. I've missed too many because of...you know. The, um, the Rabbi called and asked if I was okay, and I promised to be at services tonight. You don't have to stay if you don't feel comfortable."

"You don't look Jewish."

Steve tenses, jerking his head to look at Eddie. There's no malice in his eyes. No suspicion, either, thankfully. He just looks...confused. "What's a Jew supposed to look like?" Steve asks in return, wondering if Eddie even knows that he's toeing the edge of the antisemitic swimming pool.

Eddie opens his mouth before closing it again. "Uh...I don't know, actually. Just...not you, I guess?"

Okay. Yeah. Steve can deal with this. He forces himself to relax. "Well, Jews come in all shapes and sizes," he says. He hesitates before deciding to get a burning question out of the way. "Are you angry?"

"What the fuck would I be angry about?"

"That I didn't tell you. That I was Jewish. To be fair, only Robin knows."

Eddie shakes his head, turning in his seat to face Steve. "No, Stevie, I'm not angry. I mean, I live in Hawkins, too. Not exactly the place to be standing out unless you wanna get accused of murder."

Despite himself, Steve can't help snorting at that. He takes a deep breath, the last bit of tension leaving his shoulders. "Well, uh, do you want to stay for services?" he asks.

"Can I? I'm not Jewish. And I'm dressed like this," Eddie says, gesturing at his clothes.

A Hellfire Club shirt, denim vest, gaudy rings, and dark jeans. It's incredibly Eddie, and something about it reassures Steve. He says, "You're with me, so not being Jewish is fine. And your clothes are okay, too. It's not formal."

"My shirt literally says Hellfire."

"Well, it's a good thing Judaism doesn't really have a hell."

Eddie stares at him for a few seconds, clearly full of questions, but then he just nods and climbs out of the van. Steve blinks and scrambles out as well, wanting to create some kind of buffer between Eddie and the congregation members who see a stranger and instantly become defensive.

The moment he's shut the door, he hears a little kid shout excitedly, "Steve!"

He whirls around in time to see a young girl rush across the parking lot, much to the shock and concern of her guardian. Thankfully, there aren't any cars, so the girl is unimpeded in her rush to Steve.

Eddie comes around the side of the van just in time to see the girl launch herself at Steve, giggling when he lifts her up and spins. "Yael! Have you gotten bigger?" he asks, smiling brightly as he comes to a stop and sets her on his waist.

Yael returns his smile with a grin of her own, tilting her head up so he can clearly see the brand-new gap in her teeth. "I lost a tooth! See? It came out last week," she tells him, practically bouncing in his arms.

By now, Yael's grandfather has reached them, smiling indulgently. "Yael," he says, his voice gentle but firm, "you know better than to run across parking lots." When she mumbles an apology, he looks at Steve, his smile turning warm. "Steve, it's been a few weeks. I'm glad to see you again, and you've even brought a friend."

Steve returns the smile and nods, shifting closer to Eddie. "Yeah, things got a little...chaotic in Hawkins. Oh. Mr. Adler, this is Eddie Munson. Eddie, Elijah Alder."

Mr. Adler's eyes light up, and Steve suddenly remembers something incredibly embarrassing. "Oh?" he says, looking at Eddie with renewed interest, "So this is the famous Eddie Munson? I'm glad to see you've healed well."

Eddie blinks, glancing at Steve. "Uh, thanks. How'd you know?"

"Steve asked the Rabbi to include you during the Mi Shebeirach."

"The Misha what now?"

"Mi Shebeirach," Steve says, gently nudging Eddie with his elbow. "It's a prayer for healing."

Mr. Adler nods once, his eyes practically dancing with new gossip. "Oh, yes, you've created quite the stir among the Sisterhood, you know. They have a backlog of Mi Shebeirach cards and nowhere to send them."

Steve translates that information as "the old ladies have been dying to know who this mysterious Eddie Munson is, so Steve had better brace himself." His smile becomes a little strained. "Well, let's get it over with, then."

Mr. Adler nods and gestures for Steve and Eddie to follow as he leads them toward the temple. While they walk, Yael looks at Eddie, her eyes wide. "Why is your hair so long?" she asks.

"Cuz I like it that way."

"Oh. Why are you wearing rings?"

"Because they're cool."

"Oh. Why did you need healing?"

"I was hurt really bad."

"Oh. By what?"

"A bear."

"Oh. Are you Steve's friend?"

Eddie glances at Steve, meeting his eyes for a brief second before smiling at Yael. "Yeah, Stevie and I are best friends."

Yael smiles right back. "Steve is my best friend, too! He's super strong and can carry me without getting tired and makes the best hamentaschen at Purim!"

"Yael," Mr. Adler says, cutting off any continuation of the conversation as they reach the doors of the temple. "Why don't you go let the Rabbi know Steve has joined us?"

Her entire face lights up with joy. "Okay!" she shouts, wiggling in Steve's arms until he lets her down. She tugs open the door, straining until Steve smiles and helps her. "Thanks! Bye, Steve!"

With that, she dashes into the temple, her voice carrying Steve's name into the room full of other people. When almost all of them, including three children that Steve can see, stop what they're doing and look over at the door, Mr. Adler says from behind Steve and Eddie, "Brace yourselves, my boys. The wolves have appeared."

Steve groans as Mr. Adler pushes them both inside. "Should I be worried?" Eddie whispers, leaning in closer to Steve as the door shuts behind them.

"I apologize in advance," Steve tells him.

Despite his words, he has a large grin as the three kids shout his name and rush over, much like Yael did. They're followed by a few teenagers and their parents. The kids pounce on Steve, two holding onto his biceps and hanging from them as he raises his arms while the third clings to his leg.

"Where ya been?" one of the teens asks, her hair pulled back into a ponytail so permed it looks ready to burst.

"Yeah, man, I've been manning the oneg table by myself," another teen says, his arms crossed over a Metallica shirt. He's got piercings climbing up one ear and through an eyebrow, and his gaze moves to Eddie as he speaks, taking in the other boy. "Who's this?"

"Yeah," another girl asks, smiling at Eddie and batting her eyes in a way that makes even Steve feel uncomfortable, "who's your friend, Steve?"

"Kids," an older woman says, pushing her way through them, "you know better than to crowd. Shouldn't you be passing out prayer books right now?" Once she's managed to shoo the teens away, she turns her gaze on the children still clinging to Steve. "And you three, I heard Mrs. Rost needs help in the kitchen. Something about there being too many cookies to platter all by herself."

Steve suddenly finds himself weightless as the kids abandon him, dashing down the hall toward the kitchen. He smiles with slight relief and looks at the woman. "Thanks," he says, rolling his shoulders.

"Of course, Steve. Now, who's your friend?" she asks, looking Eddie up and down curiously.

"Oh, right. Uh. Rabbi, this is Eddie Munson. Eddie, this is Rabbi Sara. I, um, I was hoping he could sit in on services tonight?"

Rabbi Sara immediately smiles at them. She holds out her hand to Eddie, shaking firmly when he returns the gesture. "Of course! I'm glad to see you're doing better, Eddie. We've been a bit worried about you here," she says. She glances around before leaning in and conspiratorially whispering, "There's a betting pool on whether his name would be added to the Mourner's Kiddish."

Steve snorts, knowing exactly which members would have started that bet. "Yeah, well, tell Diane and Yakov they've lost."

Rabbi Sara barely holds back her laughter, nodding once as she lets go of Eddie's hand. "Well, how about I spare you boys from socializing more," she offers.

When Steve nods, she gestures for them to follow her, leading the way to the sanctuary. He glances at Eddie as they walk, taking in the way he's tugging on a lock of hair and looking at the hall around them. "You doing okay?" Steve whispers, leaning in closer.

Eddie glances at him, is silent for a few minutes, and then says, "It's a lot to take in."

"Service will be easier. Lots of music. You'll like it," Steve promises, smiling reassuringly at Eddie. He hesitates before adding, "And if you want to leave, just let me know. The important part was making sure people saw I wasn't dead."

That's not entirely true. Steve doesn't want to leave the Shabbat service. He misses the routine of it and the feeling of togetherness as everyone sings. But Eddie's comfort is taking precedence here; he's already given Steve a ride and has begun subjecting himself to Steve's nosy congregation. Leaving early if he gets overwhelmed is the least Steve can do, really.

The teen in the Metallica shirt, Sam, holds out two prayer books when Rabbi Sara leads them to the sanctuary doors. His gaze lingers on Eddie for a few seconds more before asking, "Dude, do I know you?"

Eddie blinks and raises an eyebrow. "I don't know. Do you?"

Their gazes hold for nearly a minute before Sam's eyes widen and light with recognition. Steve is bracing himself for the worst (you know, devil worshipper, accused murderer, wannabe criminal, take your pick). Instead, Sam grins and says, "Yeah, I totally do! You're in that band, yeah? The one that plays at Hideout sometimes? Corroded Coffin. Your music is metal, man."

Eddie returns Sam's grin, throwing an arm over his shoulders and leaning in close. "You know, you're alright. Always happy to meet a fan. What's your favorite song?"

"You played that new one last Saturday. Bats, I think. It spoke to me, man."

Steve stares at Eddie, wondering how he missed the fact that Corroded Coffin started playing gigs again. A curl of something like regret or maybe hurt begins to build in his stomach, and he's almost overtaken by it when Eddie nods and says, "Oh, yeah, that one's about Stevie."

"Oohh, dude, that makes so much sense now."

"You wrote a song about me?" Steve asks, successfully regaining Eddie's attention.

Apparently, Eddie sort of forgot he was there. His relaxed posture becomes a little awkward, and he removes his arm from Sam's shoulder. He clears his throat, tugging a lock of hair in front of his mouth as he says, "Yeah. Is, uh, is that a problem?"

"No," Steve says, feeling a reassuring smile tug at his lips, "but you should play it for me sometime."

"This is all very touching," a voice says behind them, "but can you take the flirting inside the sanctuary? We still need our prayer books."

Steve jolts and looks behind them, laughing awkwardly when he sees Rivkah, a woman in her early 30s, and her partner, Tamar. "Sorry," he says, grabbing Eddie's arm and dragging him through the doors.

"Hey, Harrington," Eddie whispers, allowing himself to be pulled over to some chairs near the left corner of the sanctuary, "is everything okay? Like...are we...safe?"

It takes a moment for Steve to understand what Eddie means. Like, of course, he can't guarantee their safety. It's a synagogue. Every person here old enough to understand the world knows the risk, the potential for one person to show up and wreak utter destruction. Steve is about to say as much (and explain the temple's "worst case scenario" game plan) when he notices Eddie glancing at Rivkah and Tamar.

A light bulb practically clicks on above him, and he almost laughs at himself. He sits down and tugs Eddie into the seat next to him. "Yeah, we're safe, Eds," he promises, smiling softly when Eddie looks at him. "Rivkah and Tamar are married. I attended the ceremony. It was very nice. Tamar broke the glass."

Eddie's eyes widen slightly, and he looks around the sanctuary with renewed interest. His gaze especially lingers on the people that file in, taking in the couples and families and groups that wouldn't make much sense outside the temple's doors. Steve is content to let him look, allowing himself to relax back into the seat and wait.

After almost 15 minutes, Rabbi Sara approaches the bema and smiles at everyone. "Good evening, and Shabbat Shalom," she says, nodding along as her greeting is returned. "I'm glad to see so many familiar faces tonight. And some new ones. The week has been long for some of us, but it's now come to an end, and we have gathered to celebrate its end, another week's beginning, and being together. Now, please open your books to page 47 for the L'cha Dodi."

Steve flips open his book as Anna, the cantor and the same girl who tried to flirt with Eddie, starts playing the guitar next to Rabbi Sara. "Uh, the book is backward," Eddie whispers, leaning close to Steve.

"Hebrew is written right to left," Steve explains, taking Eddie's book and opening it to the right page. "Also, don't worry about singing along. Just try to follow. If you don't know where we are, just nudge me. I'll point you to the right spot."

Eddie nods, looking almost overwhelmed, but Rabbi Sara starts singing before Steve can reassure him verbally. Instead, he just shifts so their shoulders are pressed together, flashing a tiny smile when Eddie looks at him before joining the rest of the congregation in singing.

Steve has to point Eddie at the right line a few times, but he doesn't mind. He's memorized the prayer by now, and the book is really just for show. He pulls Eddie up with the rest of the congregation during the L'cha Dodi, turns him to the sanctuary doors, and places a hand on his back to gently nudge him into a bow. Eddie blinks through it, following along but seeming overwhelmed by the entire process. When the prayer is finished and Rabbi Sara invites them to greet each other, Steve looks at Eddie with a smile (one of the most genuine smiles he's had in weeks), holds out his hand, and says, "Shabbat Shalom, Eddie."

Eddie doesn't hesitate to take his hand, leaning in close and returning the smile. "Shabbat Shalom?" he asks, speaking slowly to test the words and let Steve approve of the pronunciation. When Steve nods, Eddie's smile grows wider, and he whispers, "Shabbat Shalom, sweetheart."

That...that's a new nickname. And Steve doesn't know what to do with it. Maybe Eddie just wanted the pseudo-alliteration, but his smile says otherwise, and Steve feels like he's frozen in place.

And then a few of the kids dash over to him, shouting, "Shabbat Shalom!" at the top of their lungs and practically fighting to shake his hand first. Steve would feel honored if he didn't know they raced to beat each other to every adult.

After greeting, they light the candles. After lighting the candles, Rabbi Sara leads them into the next prayer, the rest of the service flowing smoothly with her as their guide.

The service is (beautifully, wonderfully, incredibly, thankfully) the same as always. Prayers are sung, and Steve can practically feel them in his bones. He's never been particularly religious (his mother would say they're more culturally Jewish than anything else), but he can't deny that the sound of over 50 people, young and old and in-between, singing together is an otherworldly experience.

They are singing a language that only a few of them actually know how to speak. Steve is reading a language that he wouldn't recognize outside of the prayer book. It's disconcerting as always, but also special, because he shares in the ignorance and devotion wrapped into singing words he wouldn't understand without the book's translation on the opposite page.

The Mi Shebeirach and the Mourner's Kiddish are Steve's sign that service is almost over. And for the first time in forever, Steve doesn't speak any names when Rabbi Sara calls for them. He sinks back into his seat, an unfamiliar relief easing tension he didn't even know he had anymore. But it's true. Everyone is fine, and they've all healed, and Steve no longer has to say Max's name or Will's or Hopper's or Eddie's. He no longer has to dodge questions or call up the Rabbi and ask her to include an extra name in the service.

And this realization, the sheer relief he feels at the simple act of staying quiet when Rabbi Sara's gaze sweeps past him, is almost enough to bring him to tears. His throat gets tight, his eyes burn, and his voice almost cracks when he joins the rest of the congregation in singing for those in need of healing and those who have passed.

Eddie nudges him gently, and Steve glances at him and then at their shared armrest. Eddie's hand is lying palm-up, a silent invitation, and Steve doesn't hesitate to accept. He slips his hand into Eddie's, interlocking their fingers, and feels infinitely better when Eddie squeezes his hand gently.

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"So," Steve says, refraining from getting up as others file out of the sanctuary, practically tripping over kids racing to reach the oneg brownies first, "did you...like it?"

Eddie is silent for a few minutes, staring down at their hands. Steve almost pulls away, an apology ready on his tongue, when Eddie squeezes his hand tighter. "Yeah. It was...different. But good. I...there was more singing than I expected."

Steve grins, glancing up to see the sanctuary has mostly cleared, and stands. He pulls Eddie up with him. "Yeah, we sing most of our prayers. It's nice."

"It is," Eddie agrees, still looking a little lost for words.

Steve doesn't push. Instead, he pulls, leading Eddie out of the sanctuary. He gives their prayer books to Sam, grabs two tiny, sample-sized cups of Manischewitz wine, and gives one to Eddie. "Don't drink it yet," he says, nodding to where Rabbi Sara has her own cup and is waiting for the rest to be passed around.

Once everyone is ready, she blesses the wine, blesses the challah, and invites them all to drink and eat. Steve braces himself before knocking the wine back, the strong, warm grape flavor coating his tongue, vaguely reminiscent of cough medicine. He sees the same grimace on Eddie's face. "This is shit wine," Eddie whispers, his nose still scrunched as he tosses the cup into the trashcan like he can't get rid of it fast enough.

"Yeah. It's specifically for services," Steve says, "it's not supposed to be good."

"Right," Eddie mumbles, glancing at the oneg table, his eyes lingering on the desserts laid out. "Do you wanna stick around? You know, talk to people?"

Usually, Steve would. He likes catching up with the kids and teens, likes ganging up on them when their parents come around and playfully scold them, and he likes hearing the most recent temple gossip. But as he looks at Eddie, feels their hands still tightly holding onto each other, Steve finds he doesn't mind leaving early.

So, he leans in closer to Eddie and grins at him. "Or," he whispers, "we could steal an extra pack of brownies from the kitchen, sneak out the back, and eat them on the drive home."

Eddie returns the grin, amusement and eagerness practically dancing in his eyes, and says, "You read my mind, sweetheart."

Later, when Eddie pulls into Steve's driveway after an hour-long ride spent eating brownies, explaining different prayers, and telling him about old temple gossip, a different kind of tension will start to fester between them. Steve will delay getting out of the car, Eddie won't comment on it, and they'll slowly gravitate toward each other.

And they'll kiss. It will be awkward and taste like chocolate and end far too quickly, but it will be perfect.

Steve will pull away, a faint blush rising and his heart racing faster than it ever did with Nancy, and shyly offer to let Eddie spend the night. And Eddie will accept and spend the night and ask to attend Shabbat with Steve again and...

And so much more.

But for now, while he has no clue of the future that's about to start after an hour's drive, Steve glances around the crowded hall and pulls Eddie toward the kitchen.

After all, they've got brownies to steal.

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #jewish steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things fic #my writing #this is so fucking self indulgent guys

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spookyscarydemonbabe · 6 months

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I know we love Eddie pampering and taking such good care of you, (bc he so would), but could you do Eddie HCs where maybe he just needs a little extra love? Like maybe after a hard day or he’s just really tired? Everyone needs a little TLC sometimes and I think it would be sweet to have how he’d react to the reciprocated care

absolutely!! i always love getting to give Eddie all the love he deserves 🥰

sweet boy just needs some luvin 🫶

Usually when Eddie has his difficult days, he doesn’t like to show it

He won’t want you to worry about him, he always puts you before anything, but unfortunately that means he puts your feelings before his almost 100% of the time

But you’ll always notice

He’d come home from work quieter than usual, his eyes will look drained and he’s even walking different

He never wants you to worry about him because he feels that you’re the one that needs to be taken care of, not him

But you can’t help but want to make him feel better on those exhausting days

You’ll cook him his favorite dinner and it’ll be ready on the table when he comes home from work

You’ll even have dessert waiting in the fridge for afterwards

You’ll have a pair of warm, clean pajamas laid out for him on the bed to change into after he takes a nice relaxing shower to clean up from the day

And though he hates it when you use this word, you’ll pamper him for the rest of the night

You’ll get nice and comfortable on the couch and gently comb through the knots in his curls while he watches his shows, using your nails to massage his scalp

He’ll never say no to head scratches

When you get into bed, you know he just needs to be held

He’ll lay his head onto your chest and rest his body between your legs while his arms wind around your torso

You’ll lay there and hold him all night if he wants it, playing with his hair and scratching his back while whispering such sweet things to him

“I’m sorry you didn’t have a good day baby, but tomorrow is a new day, things will get better…”

“Why don’t you invite the boys over tomorrow and we’ll have a nice night in? I know they’d love to see you again…”

“How about i get up early tomorrow with you? I’ll make you your lunch and we can have breakfast together…”

He’s always wanted a domestic life with you and he’s happy that you’re able to provide for each other

Eddie just loves love, wether he’s giving it to you or you’re giving it to him

(Though he usually prefers it when you’re giving it to him)

tags: @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @munsonology @esme-viridian @gvf23

(my tag list is always open, let me know if you’d like to be added 🖤)

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson headcanons

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angelltheninth · 1 month

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Yay requests are open! 😄 When it comes to fictional men I like to fantasize about being really sweet to the ones who are broken and troubled souls, giving them the tenderness they may lack. In this case, can you please write a female reader riding Guts lovingly, giving him gentle praise, telling him he doesn’t need to be strong all the time. I know Guts lacks TLC and I will gladly give it to him! 😭

Guts lacks everything good or happy in life if we're being honest.

He thought it'd be hard to have sex when he was one-armed but you were both horny and couldn't wait any longer. While Guts could still jerk off just fine and finger you just fine he could no longer do both at he same time, this made him more clumsy and more indecisive, torn between his pleasure and yours.

Guts tried not to let it bother him, if it did then it would bother you too and he didn't want that either. Best he keep his insecurities to himself, he had to find a way to make you feel good.

"On top, get on top, I need to fuck you. I'll make you feel good okay? Leave it to me sweetheart, leave everything to me." Guts forced a smile on his face as he guided you on top of him. The broad head of his cock sunk in with ease, followed by the rest of his length. His cock always took some time getting used to. "Easy, I'm not going anywhere. Take it- hey!"

You didn't wait a moment after you felt his balls press against you.

His firm hand reached out to hold your hip still but you slapped it away, guiding it to your ass instead. Your hands braced on his shoulders for leverage as you pushed your ass back into his hand, getting a squeeze in return. "You don't have to be one taking the lead all the time. Let me take care of you too Guts. We're partners right? So I should... make you feel good too." You rolled your hips until only his tip remained inside your pussy, and then you went back down.

Any words of protest he could think of left his mind when your pussy walls enveloped his cock, pulsed around him, making him feel everything as he let his eyes close. You smiled at him, not caring he couldn't see it now. Guts deserved rest, he deserved to be taken care of and spoiled every now and then. "I'm in your hands." He whispered with a huge smile on his face, the kind that you haven't seen in a long time. There was a time you doubted you would ever see such a smile from him again. It finally felt like your Guts was starting to come back to you, away from the wars and battlefields.

You leaned down on top of him, all the way, your tits pressed against him, your clit against his hard as steel abs.

"Do you think I can make you come just from these simple movements?" Simple as the way your hips rolling may be it still felt good. You could tell by the way his cock twitched and the thick veins pulsed along your inner walls.

Guts used his strength to push your ass, and by extension your hips, down and keep you down. He could feel your pussy dripping down his cock, thighs and his abs as well, but he wasn't stopping you from moving entirely. Grunting against your ear, "I'm so close." your pussy responded by tightening faster. "Stay on top, let me do it inside, I want my cum deep in you." Demands, pleas, it was all the same in your ears now. "This pretty pussy's sucking me in. You want to milk me dry do you?"

"Yes." You confessed moments before his thick seed shot into your womb. "Yes, give it to me, all of it, every drop." His arm wrapped around you, holding you close while you milked his balls of every drop.

Dividers made by: @cafekitsune

#berserk imagines #berserk headcanons #berserk guts #guts x reader #guts headcanons #berserk guts imagines #guts imagines #berserk guts x reader #guts fanfic #guts berserk #berserk x reader #berserk smut #guts smut #x female reader #smut drabble

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goldenempyrean · 11 months

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Maybe one with a sick Kate x reader with “I’m just a little under the weather that’s all” and “Did you come home just to look after me?” You always write Kate so well 💕💕💕

Dork-A-Saurus-Rex

〚 Notes - I wrote this last night just because honestly this req was collecting dust in my inbox and it deserved to be done :) Also God the level of hate on here rn is unbelievable :,) Still doing my 1k fics too dw!! 〛

〚 Pairing - Kate Bishop x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - When Kate decides shes gonna go home to rest, you already knew that you were going to be right there beside her. Cute, dorky comfort ensues. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1600 〛

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“Hi Kit-Kat.” Your cheery voice chirped down the phone, as you sat in the break room of your office, “You on you’re lunch break now too?” You asked before taking a bite from the sandwich in your opposite hand.

“Yeah I’m on my break now too.” Kate responded only her voice sounded different - it lacked her usual energy and excitement. But there was something else too and it wasn’t until you heard her sniffle quietly that you finally registered what was wrong.

“Are you feeling oka-“ 

“Hh’utshhiew!” Her sudden sneeze cut you off from your question and you could practically hear the embarrassment in her tone when she quietly mumbled out a small, “Excuse me.”

You shook your head out of habit and gave a sympathetic sigh, “It’s okay, bless you. I was going to ask if you were feeling alright but I think I’ve already got my answer. I guess that lil’ nose of yours jumped ahead to reply.”

She hummed in response and you heard the sound of tissues being opened in the background, “I’m just a little under the weather that’s all. There’s been something going round all week.”

That part was true. You remembered her saying something about being short staffed due to everyone being out sick, if you’d been a little wiser you would’ve taken that as the hint to stock up on some medicine and tea.

“Im probably gonna go home early.” Your girlfriend’s slightly congested voice said finally and you couldn’t help but worry a little. 

She was usually so stubborn about these sorts of things, there’d been that once time when she’d spent the night throwing up and had still insisted on going into work the next day. So for her to admit she was thinking about coming early was definitely a sign that she really wasn’t feeling too good and that she definitely needed some TLC.

“That’s probably a good idea baby, you go home and rest, okay? Oh, did you have your lunch yet?” You asked softly, she sometimes had a habit of forgetting to look after herself properly and you knew that this would only make her feel worst.

There was a second a silence followed by a quiet, “Not yet, I’m not really in a mood for it. It’s like I- Hih- shit, my nose fricken itch-Hh’iiitshoo! ‘tschioo!” She sniffled, giving a small stuffed, exhausted exhale as you heard the sound of more tissues being drawn, “Sorry sweetie, s’cuse me. What I was trying to say is that I don’t really have an appetite. It’s just like food has no appeal whatsoever.”

"Aw, my poor baby," you cooed sympathetically. "I'm sorry you're feeling like this. It's no fun being sick. You get yourself back home and into bed. My lunch is almost over so I need to go but I want you to go straight home, alright?”

“I will.” She stopped to cough a couple of times, whining a little afterwards, “I lodes you.”

You smiled, finding her congestion-hazed words utterly adorable as you teased her a little before ending the call, I ‘lodes’ you too.” 

It wouldn’t just be her going home early though. You’d just finished typing out the email to your boss asking if you’d be allowed to call out early, offering to take up some extra hours in return later in the week. 

With the email sent, you quickly finished up your lunch, feeling a mix of concern and anticipation to see Kate. You gathered your things, bid your colleagues farewell, and headed out of the office, making your way to the parking lot.

As you drove home, your mind raced with thoughts of how you could take care of Kate and make her feel better. You made a mental note to stop by the pharmacy on your way home to pick up the supplies and you tried to make a list of things you would need: cough drops, some medicine, tissues, and definitely some ice cream (for her throat of course, not just to satisfy your carvings.

Arriving at your apartment, it wasn’t long before you found Kate curled up on the couch, wrapped in a cosy blanket as she wore your go to ‘lazy day’ outfit. She looked even more tired and worn out than you had expected.

Setting down the bags of supplies on the coffee table, you approached her and gently placed a hand on her forehead to check for fever. It was slightly warm, confirming your suspicions. "Hey there, sweetheart," you murmured softly. "Let's get you more comfortable, shall we?"

“Y/N? What time is it?” She mumbled quietly and you showed her the screen of your phone to answer, “Did you come home just to look after me?” 

You nodded, a tender smile gracing your lips. "Of course, my love. I couldn't bear the thought of you being sick all alone. Plus, I missed you, even if you're a little under the weather."

She let out a weak chuckle, sniffling and rubbing her nose with the back of her hand. "You're such a sweetheart.”

"Anything for my Kit-Kat," You replied, using the endearment that always brought a smile to her face. "Now, let's get you settled in bed. I'll make you some tea and bring you a bowl of soup. How does that sound?"

She nodded but then stopped when something else came to mind, “Do you think we could shower first? I’m kinda sweaty.” She grumbled in a disapproving manner earning a small giggle from yourself.

“Of course baby, come on my dear, let me escort my fair lady to thy holy shower.” Your hand was offered out to her in an exaggerated, medieval manner resulting in a small smile from the feverish brunette as she took it gratefully. 

Kate sniffled as the two of you reached the bathroom and you curtesy’d with a welcoming smile as you opened the door for her.

“You’re such a dork.” She giggled a little even though the action had left her coughing hoarsely afterwards. 

Turning on the shower, you let the hot steam fill up the room as you began carefully undressing her, making sure to shower her with kisses and love as you did so. You’d just gone behind her to unclasp her bra when Kate turned her to head to look back over her shoulder a little.

“Y’know what you are?” Her words were a little blurred by both congestion and fever, maybe that steam was a little too hot. You’d make sure to turn that down before she got in.

But still, you gave into her babble, “What am I sweetie?”

“A dork-a-saurus-rex.” Katie smiled before ducking her head down into her hands as she sneezed loudly, which was quickly followed by a displeased “Ew… Gross-a-saurus.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, “Come on then lil’ dino. Let’s get you washed, ey?” Your encouraging words were enough to coax her into the (now a lot colder) shower.

As the water cascaded over both of you, you began slowly massaging her knotted shoulders. When you lowered your hands to your surprise l she turned as if she was going to hug you but instead she let her heavy head rest of your chest before ultimately wrapping her arms around you (turns out she wanted that hug after all).

"You're taking such good care of me," she murmured, her voice muffled by the sound of running water. "I don't know what I did to deserve you."

"You don't have to do anything to deserve my love," you replied sincerely, pressing a tender kiss to her temple. "Taking care of you comes naturally to me. Now, let's get you all clean and refreshed."

Carefully, you reached for the bottle of shampoo and squeezed a small amount onto your palm. As you lathered her hair, massaging her scalp, Kate let out a contented sigh. 

"Mmm, that feels nice," she murmured, closing her eyes. 

You smiled, continuing to work the shampoo through her hair with gentle strokes. After rinsing her hair, you reached for the body wash and started lathering it up. As you began washing her back, Kate tilted her head back up to look at you. Her eyes were filled with gratitude and affection, despite the fatigue she was so desperately trying to fight.

But to nobody’s surprise her fatigue won and you helped a very sleepy Katie climb out of the shower and get dry.

Once she was wrapped up in a fluffy towel, you guided her back to the bedroom. The room was cosy and warm, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a soothing ambiance. 

You helped her into fresh pajamas, carefully tucking her into bed. "Alright, my sweet Kit-Kat, it's time for some rest," You whispered, sitting down on the edge of the bed and stroking her damp hair away from her forehead. 

She looked up at you with drowsy eyes, a faint smile on her face. "Thank you, baby.” She whispered, her voice hoarse and weak. "I don't know what I would do without you."

You leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "You don't have to worry about that, my love," you reassured her. "I'll be right here by your side, taking care of you until you're back to your vibrant self."

She closed her eyes, leaning into your touch as you continued to stroke her hair. "I love you," She murmured, her words barely audible.

"I love you too, Kit-Kat," you whispered back, your voice filled with tenderness. "And I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

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minminyoonjii · 7 months

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I’m sorry I meant to add this to the request can you please add when they take your toy box and the girl tries to play with your toys

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P1: Rainy Days|P2: Burn

🕯Summary: Young people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes. Chan goes looking, and he thinks he finally found you. With this assumption in mind, Hannah confronts him. In the end, it's better for you, that's the moral of the story.

🌹CW

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 0.8K

A knock on the door jolted Hannah out of sleep, "It's 8 in the morning, who the hell is it?" she murmured, furrowing her eyebrows. She pursed her lips, pulling the blanket over your face, tucking you in. Another knock rang through the apartment "Coming, coming! " she grunted, swinging the door open to tell the person off when it turned out to be her brother. Hannah leaned against her door frame, "Fancy seeing you here, Chris. You know I don't appreciate a sudden drop-in like this," she said, blocking Chan's view.

Chan's curls were a mess, eyebags darkened from the lack of sleep, "Is she here?" he asked, holding Hannha's shoulders. Hannah's eyes widened at the sudden jolt, "Damn, bitch. Who are you talking about?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Chan pulled back, "Right, shit, sorry. Is bunny here?" he asked, gulping dryly. Hannah squinted her eyes, "Why are you asking me?" he asked, wanting to pry out his side of the story.

Chan frowned, "Something went down at the house and she just ran. She left her phone and she hasn't been back since," he explained keeping it vague. Hannah faux her worry, "What do you mean she hasn't been back? Where is she, Chris?" she questioned, making her voice wobble. Chan couldn't see past her lie and his heart dropped, "She's not with you?" he whispered, sinking to his knees.

Hannah felt her guilt pierce, but for you it was worth it, "No, of course not. I haven't seen her since our last hang out, Chris. What happened?" she asked, shaking his shoulders. Chan choked on a sob, "It was my fault. She trusted me and and I," he stuttered, taking a deep breath. "I took it for granted," he added, gripping his hair. Hannah gulped, "Was she ever enough for you?" she asked, staring down at her brother.

Chan looked up, "What? Of course, she was. She's everything to us," he rambled, tone lacing with a hint of annoyance. Hannah's expression turned cold, "Then why the new girl?" she asked, knowing the risk of asking such a question. Chan's eyes widened, "I-I had to, no one else was on her side. I couldn't. I didn't know how," he stuttered trying to grasp anything he could to defend himself. "Your members, do they share the same thought?" Hannah asked, crossing her arms.

Disappointment crawled up her skin at the sight of her brother crumbling from his sober decisions. Chan covered her mouth, knowing fully well they were falling out of love for you. "You don't deserve her, Chris. None of you do," Hannah said bluntly, swallowing back her tears. Jisung saw the sight of his lover barely holding himself together, "What have you done?" he whispered, lifting Chan back on his feet.

Hannah breathed out a deep sigh, "Take care of him and stop looking for her until she comes to you," she warned, giving Jisung a pointed look. Jisung nodded, "She's in there, isn't she?" he whispered, tilting his head towards the door. Hannah closed her eyes, showing a curt nod. Jisung smiled weakly, tearing up, "As long as she's safe," he said, walking away with Chan leaning against him.

"You didn't have to do that," you said, making Hannah jump.

Hannah smiled, holding her racing heart, "I know, it's just... You don't deserve the pain and embarrassment they put you through," she said, ruffling your hair. "Still," you mumbled, wrapping the blankets around yourself tighter. "Do you... Would you ever forgive them for what they did? I know the sex toy thing was the last straw and I'm pretty sure they've been colder towards you each passing day," Hannah said, remembering the rants of text you used to spill.

You smiled, biting your tongue, "I already have, is that pathetic of me?" you asked, tears glossing your eyes. Hannah choked on a sob, pulling you in for a hug, "This is the only time you're getting any skinship from me," she mumbled, holding you tight. You chuckled, hugging back, "I'll treasure it," you said, melting in the hold. Hannah held your face, "You're far from pathetic, some mistakes get made and that's alright and that's okay. You can think that you're in love when you're really just in pain," she reassured, holding your hands.

You sniffled, tears streaming down your cheeks, "It hurts," you cried, digging your nails into your palm. Hannah cried back, "I know and I'm sorry," she said, crying into your shoulder. You giggled weakly, "Why are you sorry?" you asked, tears soaking the blankets damp. Hannah's cheeks burned, "I don't know. Okay!" she exclaimed, drawing giggles from the both of you. "I think I'm going to focus on me for a bit," you said, smiling.

Hannah hummed, "Sounds like a plan. Should we dye your hair? Maybe try on a few wigs?" she proposed, seeing your smile grow. You waved her off, "It's too soon for a heartbreak makeover," you said, plopping back onto the sofa. Hannah gasped, "It's never too soon to dress up," she said, poking your arm. You chuckled, "How about... We have another movie marathon and order takeout," you suggested, getting comfy. Hannah smiled, "Highkey, best idea," she said, grabbing the remote.

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multi-fandom-imagine · 1 year

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hello!!! i was wondering you could write Rodolfo Parra x wife!reader where he comes home injured from when he meet Hassan. just fluff🥰🥰

A/n: *screams* I’m so happy I got a request for my boy!! Side note: I had tears in my eye on this mission thinking he was going to die.

When Rodolfo got hit with the butt of that gun he thought he we going to die, he thought he was going to burn alive, alone in the building. He would admit that you would have been his last thoughts. He hated the thought of leaving you pregnant and alone. Hated the thought of his child growing up with out a father.

But then Alejandro came back, saved him and after that everything went black. He remembered walking up in a cot, being attended to.Apparently the kick to the stomach and bash to the head weren’t his only injuries, he hadn’t even notice he was shot. Though right now the only thing he wanted to do was to see you.

“Captain…I want to see Y/n…I need to see her.”Rodolfo couldn’t even imagine what you might be thinking, what could be going on through your head.

Alejandro chuckled then patted his friends hand. “Talk all the time you need brother.”

He was going to take that advice to heart.

He barley remembered the car ride to his home, he was pumped with so much drugs the only thing he wanted to do was to sleep. What he did remember when he finally came to wad you crying and screaming at Vargas, large tears falling down your cheeks.

He forced himself out of the van, though his throat was dry he called out to you. Your eyes going wide with shock as you quickly rushed to his side. He would have been knocked over if it was not for the van that kept him upright.

Wrapping your arms around his waist you started to sob. You had thought the worse when you did not hear back, you thought the man you loved, the man you left the U.S for was dead. It still didn’t feel real as he held you, though your eyes went wide as you pulled back an inch. “I didn’t make it worse did I?”

Chucking, Rodolfo held back a grimace as he grasped your hand giving it a gentle kiss. “You did nothing wrong Mi Amore…I am just happy to be home to you and the little one.” His hand grazed your belly, you were just starting to show.

Biting your lip you nodded your head then let your arms wrap around your husbands waist. Standing on your toes you gave his cheek a light kiss. “I love you.”Turning to Alejandro you gave him a weak smile. “Thank you for saving him and…I’m sorry for sc-.”

Alejandro cut you off stepping towards you, the man always acting as a older bother. “You have nothing to apologize for. Take care you too, enjoy your recovery brother” he winked as you two slowly walked to the porch.Waving good bye to you both, he slipped into the van driving off.

Sighing you looked up at your husband then tugged him inside. “Let’s get the couch comfy, you deserve some TLC.”

“I married a wonderful woman.”

“And I married an amazing man.”

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yeehawbvby · 1 year

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hi uhm i saw you’re takin requests s o;;; arven w a reader who’s super burnt out? maybe with research assignments or champion work? like they’re not sleeping just to get everything done and stuff. i’m getting run ragged at my day job and just wanna be consoled and cuddled lmao

I’m sorry you’ve been feeling burnt out! Please try to get as much rest as you’re able, and make sure you’re eating and drinking enough too <3

I hope this brings you the comfort you’re looking for :’)

TLC | Arven x GN!Reader

Rating: G | WC: 1,112

Ever since you became a Champion, Geeta has been taking advantage of your work ethic. You’ve been traveling all over Paldea, completing Tera raids with Nemona and whichever other Champions from other regions are summoned with you. This is on top of challenging those who want to complete the gym challenge – as per Geeta’s orders – in order to see if they’re “worthy” of it, and making sure your team stays in top shape. Those are just your “typical” Champion duties, though.

On top of those tasks, Geeta’s been assigning you her own dirty work. At least once a month, you’re now expected to travel to every gym (including Team Star’s new and improved bases), battle the leaders, and then write up a report for each one. You’re in charge of rating their attitudes, their performances, and most stressfully, whether or not you feel they deserve to keep their position as a gym leader. Not only is it hard work, but it’s led to a lot of unwanted tension forming between you and the gym leaders of Paldea.

There’s no way you’ve been sleeping enough, nor have you been eating enough. The eye bags that adorn your face make you look sickly and frail, and your hair and skin are a mess from how often you’ve been neglecting your hygiene in order to get one task or another done.

You’re exhausted, you’re constantly grumpy, and you want a break so, so badly – but you keep telling yourself to suck it up and take one for the team. The harder you work, the closer you’ll be to being done with this work, so there’s nothing wrong with that… right?

This has been going on for months. In the meantime, Arven has been devastated. He misses his little buddy so much. Your beautiful smile, your adorable laugh, your warm hugs and your perfect kisses are all things of the past now. Sure, you two see each other when you’re able to come home to your shared apartment in Mesagoza, but you barely have the time to look at him anymore, let alone share a conversation.

Having had enough of it, Arven decided that the next time he sees you, he won’t give you a choice but to relax. He wants to spend time with you, of course, but he’s concerned about your wellbeing and can’t stand seeing you run so ragged.

So, the next time you come home, rather than asking about your day and receiving your routine, robotic, “Doin’ good,” Arven wraps you into a bear hug.

Dazed from the realization of how long you’ve gone without contact with him, you can’t even bring yourself to hug your partner back. As you stand there in his embrace, Arven whispers how much he loves you, and how much he misses you, and how worried he is about you. He pecks soft kisses on top of your head and hugs you tighter as quiet sobs begin escaping you, while you realize how worn out you really are. How much life you’re missing out on. How much love you’re missing out on.

“I’m so sorry,” you whimper, finally wrapping your arms around Arven’s torso.

He shakes his head. “Don’t be,” he murmurs. He continues telling you that it’ll be okay. That all he wants is for you to be okay.

Once your cries dwindle down to occasional tears and soft sniffles, he takes your face in his hands and places a sweet kiss on your forehead. “I’m gonna run you a bath while I finish making dinner, okay?”

You nod solemnly, slipping off your trainers and letting him take your bag and jacket off your shoulders. When you’re ready, Arven takes your hand and walks you to the bathroom, where he’s already set up some fancy new salts and soaps for you to use. You notice your favorite pajamas neatly folded next to your robe while he turns the water on, as well as the assortment of sheet masks he left near the tub in case you want to use one while you soak.

When the water’s to your liking and you’re all settled in, Arven leaves you to your devices; and feeling more comfortable than you have in ages, you almost instantly fall asleep. When Arven comes back to wake you and retrieve you for dinner, you recognize the scent of your favorite meal wafting in through the door.

He helps you dry off and get dressed as you slink out of the bath, and rather than eating in the kitchen, the two of you cozy up on the couch with your plates. Now that he has your attention and you’ve done a little bit of unwinding, Arven’s able to ask how you’ve actually been, and you’re able to hold a conversation with him for more than a few short minutes.

If you don’t feel comfortable talking about your work or your wellbeing, he fills you in on how he’s been doing instead. He started a new job recently running a small café down the road, and is getting plenty of experience learning how to cook and bake so many new things. Arven loves it, and based on what he’s described, it sounds perfect for him. Saguaro makes it a point to at the very least stop in for a coffee and a pastry every day, and apparently he asks Arven about you often, which warms your heart. You regret not having come to visit yet, but your partner reassures you that there’s plenty of time for that.

After a bit of catching up, the two of you decide to call it a day. Arven insists you stay on the couch while he cleans your plates, then scoops you up and carries you to the bed when he’s done. You giggle and protest from his arms, but wrap yours around his neck and snuggle into his chest anyway. You missed being in Arven’s strong arms so much.

After tucking you into your side of the bed, Arven gets changed and crawls in behind you. Before you can even ask if he wants to cuddle, he’s wrapping you into a spoon, engulfing you in his warmth. While his top arm drapes over you, his opposite hand strokes your hair. As you drift into a peaceful, restful sleep, Arven continues to whisper against your neck how proud of you he is. How much you deserve to rest and rejuvenate after working so hard, and for so long. How much your team, his team, and your friends love you. And most importantly, Arven reminds you as many times as you need how much he loves you.

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gennemi · 7 months

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𝑻𝑳𝑪 (𝑳𝑨!𝑩𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒚 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

A/N: I've been seeing a lot of my One Piece Hubbys stuff all over tumblr and I'm loving it! So I decided to write one myself! I partnered up with a friend of mine who also helped me with this! @darkswordsmen01 hes a good writer! I suggest taking a look at his stories on Wattpad!his wattpad is patrickthehedghog21 his stories are amazing! His OC Evan is briefly mentioned same with my OC Crimson! Enjoy this cute little fic of giving Buggy some good ole TLC cause he deserves it❤

Warnings: None! Just giving Buggy some TLC, fluff, some cursing.

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She was relaxing on her hammock bed, on the Going Merry. Suddenly Crimson had come in, causing her to look over at the red haired woman. "It's your turn with this damn annoying clown who is driving me and Evan crazy." She threw the bag, sounds of the said clown cursing, and complaining, as he landed on the hammock with the (H/C) woman.

Crimson left not too long after having thrown the bag, causing the (H/C) woman to roll her eyes. "She always has a stick up her ass." She whispered, as she opened the bag gently taking Buggy out of the bag. "Hey Buggy." She spoke to the clown pirate softly. He looked at her, giving her a huge grin."Hey Toots." He winked at her, causing her to smile and let out a giggle with a small blush adorning her face. "I'm glad she stuck me with you, I would have hated to be stuck with that black haired fire breathing brat." He spoke, frowning briefly. "Oh Evan? He can be a bit hard headed." She giggled.

An idea suddenly came to the woman's head "I have an idea. Can I wash your hair? Also possibly give you a makeover? I would assume you being in that dirty, sandy and wet bag has to be making you feel icky." She said softly to the clown, feeling bad for him. He just wants his body back, tired of being thrown around in a bag. And most of all sick of that fire breathing brat Evan, who was an asshole to the clown. Her on the other hand was easy to get along with. After the last time she was on 'clown sitting' duty as that red haired, fox eared woman Crimson called it. They got along great. She wasn't mean to him like the others. Always took him out of the bag the whole time she was on duty having to watch over him.

"I mean I guess?" He said confused, looking into the woman's (E/C) eyes. He wasn't gonna lie, they were beautiful. The woman was beautiful to him in general. She smiled happily. "I'll be right back going to get the stuff." She responded happily before she got down from her hammock bed and softly leaving the clown on said bed to go get a bucket or two of warm water, and some towels. While he waited for her to come back, he looked around the room. She had a vanity of some sort over in one corner of the room. With stuff on the table of the vanity like a mirror, a hairbrush, what looks to be some makeup.

As the woman was getting two buckets of warm water, she was trying to be as quiet as possible so as to not wake anyone up. She quietly headed back to her room, opening the door. "I'm back!" She smiled softly at Buggy. He looked at her before giving a smile back. She sat the buckets of water down besides the towels. Then she walked back over to the hammock and grabbed Buggy softly before going to the other corner of the room to grab a small stool to lay his head on. She folded a towel and laid it on said stool. She took Buggy's bandana off his head, taking his hair down. Her eyes widened a bit at how long his hair was, but she didn't say anything about it. She laid his head softly down onto the towel that was on the stool, so he was comfortable.

She quickly grabbed a shampoo bar to wash the said clown's blue hair. She also grabbed a cup to help wash his hair with, she sat down on the ground, beginning to wash his hair. She hummed a small tune while doing so. She started to lather his long blue hair up with soap. He seemed to be enjoying it if his eyes being closed in relaxation said anything, causing her to continue with a small smile on her face.

Soon she gently and carefully squeezed any excess water out of his hair, grabbed one of the towels and started gently drying off his hair a bit. "There we go! I bet that's gotta feel a lot better!“ She smiled, picking him up gently and going over to her vanity table before gently setting him down on it and grabbing her hairbrush and started to brush his blue hair gently for him. Putting it back up while doing so, she grabbed his red and white bandana and fixed it back on his head for him. "Do you mind I also clean off your face? From all that old makeup and put a fresh coat on it?" She asked softly, he looked at her. "I guess? Just don't screw it up!" He spoke, causing her to let out a little giggle. "I won't, I promise I've seen plenty of your bounty posters, that I know what the whole makeup get up you have going on looks like." She giggled.

She took out what looked like face paint and also grabbed a rag and wetted it, starting to gently wipe off all the makeup off his face. After she wiped off all the makeup she took out some makeup brushes, and began the process of repainting his face, her tongue sticking out in concentration. Buggy took the time to look over her face, he wouldn't lie she was cute up close. The way her eyes (E/C) were concentrated on what she was doing. The way her small, but dainty hands worked on putting the facepaint on his face, being gentle with him, he was loving the softness of her hands. He won't admit it out loud but he was enjoying her presence.

"There and it's done!“ She smiled, as she grabbed her hand mirror and put it up to him, so he could see it. "What do you think?" She asked, rotating the mirror so he could look at his face in the mirror. Wow, he will admit she did really well. Got all the details down. "I like it." He finally said, causing her to put on a small smile. "I'm glad!“ She said happily before she then yawned. She suddenly picked him up again. He was suddenly scared she was gonna put him back in that wet, sandy, and dark bag, but she surprised him. When she got up into her Hammock Bed taking him with her. "I wasn't about to put you back in that bag, so you can sleep up here with me, where it's more comfortable." She smiled.

She laid his head gently down on the pillow. "Well goodnight Buggy!“ She smiled as she went to bed for the night, he looked at her sleeping face, he let a small smile grace his features. "Goodnight Toots." He said as he closed his eyes and let sleep take over.

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A/N: My Requests are open! If anyone would like to request LA Buggy fics (I'm not that far in the anime yet) they are open! Both SFW and NSFW you can Request as an anon for both as long as you are at least 18+ for NSFW! you can also go look on my pinned post that will tell you what characters I do requests for! May update it soon! And add Deke Shaw from Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D I love him sm! (Also on a Jeff Ward Brainrot currently!)

#gennemi writes #buggy the clown live action #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #captain buggy #op buggy #buggy x reader #one piece live action #one piece #jeff ward

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gabessquishytum · 6 months

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Dream and Hob have a little game they like to play in the Dreaming where they reenact their centennial meetings, with Hob fully reliving them and with no memory further than the night in question, but at some point during the meeting Dream will come onto Hob and initiate sex.

They thoroughly discuss beforehand what Hob would and would not be open to based on those points in his life, maybe even some consensual memory modification so that Hob isn’t concerned with the consequences or obstacles there would have been had they done this in reality (like Eleanor, or his grief after, or even just the people around them caring), and there is a small part of his subconscious left aware with the power to call timeout if the memory is too overwhelming anyway and it stops being sexy and good. But otherwise he gets to enjoy the delightful surprise and wonderment when his Stranger suddenly climbs into his lap, or pulls Hob into his lap, or any number of lovely alternatives.

I leave to you and your anons what Dream chooses to do at each meeting (and with it being a game of theirs in the Dreaming, they could do multiple variations for each one), but I have a couple ideas in mind for a few of them:

1489 — Dream says that he’s interested, and Hob asks “in me?”, and Dream simply says “yes”, taking Hob’s hand from across the table and kissing it, maintaining eye-contact. He then has Hob stand and come around the table and sit on Dream’s lap, where Dream can more easily peel back his layers and show Hob that he has his undivided attention.

1689 — Dream always makes it a night of TLC for Hob, giving him luxurious baths and hand-feeding him, then laying him down on the softest bed and sucking his tits and cock and licking into his hole all until Hob cries.

1789 — after dealing with Lady Johanna and her men, Dream immediately pushes Hob up against a wall and whispers his “you need not have come to my defense” line before clawing at Hob’s pants to gain access to his ass, in order to pin Hob to the wall and impale him on Dream’s cock, saying that despite it being unnecessary such gallantry deserves a reward.

1989 — Hob barely has time to sit down before Dream is barreling in. He pushes a standing Hob back into his seat and follows him into his lap, before shoving his tongue into his mouth. He barely lets Hob up for air except to mutter apologies for the way he left last time, as well as eventually sliding to the floor on his knees to pull Hob’s cock out and get his mouth on it.

-🪽anon

Ooo yes I love a little centennial spice. I'll happily fill in the gaps that you didn't mention!!

1389 - Hob invites the mysterious stranger who just approached their table to sit with him and his pals, only there are no more chairs... so Dream sits on Hob’s lap and spends the rest of the night smirking and squirming up against his gradually hardening cock

1589 - Dream sits on the table which has been laid out with a veritable feast, and suggests that Hob should put his mouth to better use by eating Dream’s pussy and arse. Maybe Hob teases him by taking bites of food in between licks of Dream’s cunt. Either way Shakespeare is long forgotten.

1889 - it's Hob’s turn to crawl on his knees and beg for forgiveness. Dream says that he'll forget Hob’s careless words and forgive him for being so crass. But first he wants to turn Hob over his lap, pull down his gentlemanly clothes, and spank his bottom red and raw. It's not a punishment, just a reminder that if Hob wants nice things? Then he'd better behave himself.

I always love the idea of them revisiting the white horse in dreams and rehashing their meetings. The best part is, they can do it differently every single time!

#🪽 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year

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I saw you write for sword and shield so I require like…atleast ONE lil fluffy fic for Piers perhaps with cuddles?

(I apologize if this is incoherent, I rushed here as fast as I could)

Don't worry, it's fine! Here's a lil Piers fluff for you (plus a clingy Obstagoon)

..........

'The audacity....' The dark gym leader frowned in dismay at his Obstagoon, who teasingly stuck its tongue out before closing its eyes. It was currently curled up against you, head resting on your chest as you gave the top of it gentle scritches.

You were just watching the latest match between Leon and Raihan on television, asking your boyfriend's ace who it wanted to see win this time.

But...it didn't seem to care much about the battle nor the outcome, as it ended up dozing off during the opening whilst snuggled comfortably in your arms.

Not long afterwards, Piers returned home to your shared apartment after hosting a fan meetup--one that was particularly exhausting as he was trying to put rumors that he's dating someone to rest. Neither of you were ready to tell the media just yet.

Alongside signing so much merch and taking seemingly endless selfies with his fans....it was all extremely draining. He didn't think he'd get this amount of attention when Spikemuth reopened, so it got overwhelming fast.

All he wanted to do now was cuddle with the person he loved most as thanks for watching his Pokemon while he was out..yet even after coming back into the living room in comfier clothes, Obstagoon still didn't release its hold on you, much to his ire.

It sure retained the same old habits it had as a little Zigzagoon. Piers remembered how it was always running around his heels, only to do a complete 180 in personality and become unusually calm and clingy in your presence.

There was just a certain aura to you that made it feel at ease. As it evolved, it continued remembering that it didn't need to put up some loud and tough persona whenever you were around.

You made it feel safe, and so it could lower its guard.

Piers didn't mind that at all.

What he did mind was the fact that it was being a little shit right at this very moment, knowing damn well he wanted to spend the rest of the night with you.

He was half a second away from giving his ace another earful, only to pause as you muttered something to the Blocking Pokémon. You were so quiet he didn't hear a word you said, and he quirked an eyebrow in confusion.

Moments later, Obstagoon just...let go of you and got up from the couch, crossing its arms and huffing. But it stuck its tongue back into its mouth as it shuffled over to one of the lounge chairs, sitting there and staring at the TV.

And just like that..you were free. No objections.

"Thanks, Obstagoon. 'ppreciate it."

Looking up, you smiled innocently at Piers as he sat beside you, still a bit annoyed. "Welcome home, love. How were your fans today?"

"Alright, I suppose." He sighed, shoulders eventually slumping with newfound exhaustion. "Had to tell them to cool it on the camera flashes...gave me a bloody migraine.."

"Awh..you poor, poor thing." You put your arms out to him. "C'mere, unless you want Obstagoon to-"

"No." Almost immediately he cuddled up to you, burying his head into your shoulder as his arms snaked their way around your torso. "He's gotten enough tlc from you tonight. It's my turn."

His gaze landed on the huffy Obstagoon sitting nearby, who gave him the old "stink eye" in return before focusing back on the television.

You just chuckled, stroking his hair as he eventually shut his eyes, slowly but surely forgetting about the stresses of the fan meetup and every other responsibility he had.

It's obvious you've stoked some kind of rivalry between a Pokémon and its trainer, though you weren't going to tease him about it anymore tonight.

He deserved to relax.

#clanask #anonymous #pokemon x reader #pokemon sword x reader #pokemon shield x reader #pokemon piers #pokemon piers x reader #piers x reader #fluff

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lovelyunholyc · 1 year

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hurt/comfort. non-descript nightmare (on aki's part). gender neutral.

(happy holidays! for his christmas present let's give aki unconditional tlc, as he deserves)

it's all-consuming. pure dread, so perverse he feels as if he's drowning in it, too thick to swim through, like concrete sludge.

it encompasses his entire being, renders him useless, suspended in the dull, dark nothingness.

he wants to scream.

he finds that he can't, that he's frozen completely, thoroughly.

"aki!"

he hears it distantly at first, soft and tinny, as if through muddy water.

"aki, hey, come back." he realizes it's you. he feels warmth cut through the frigid cold of his chest, his entire body.

"aki," you say again, louder this time, though your voice seems softer, more clear.

finally he can open his eyes.

he doesn't realize he's shivering until he feels the firm pressure of your body over his, warm and comforting, soothing through the ache and the nerves. you come into view slightly blurry through tears his eyes haven't yet shed, whispering sweetly, it's okay, baby, come back to me, fingers scraping gently along his scalp, through sweat-dampened hair.

you wait a few moments, let a beat of peaceful silence pass as he comes back to himself, his breathing slowly evening out.

"are you with me, aki?" your voice is gentle, soft enough not to cut through the serenity comparable to what he'd experienced only moments before.

aki nods once, blinking the tears out of his eyes to clear them, arms wrapping around you so he can bury his face in your chest, focus on the steady thrum of your heart and breathe in your specific, comforting scent.

"i've got you, baby," you continue to soothe, until your words soak through the haze in his mind and the tremors wracking through his body slow to a gradual stop.

when he settles considerably you sit up just a bit, pulling back to press your lips gently to his forehead. "i love you," is your last reminder before you part temporarily, tethering yourself to him by straddling his hips and weaving one of your hands together with his, knowing how important the physical anchor is.

with your free hand you reach over to the nightstand, fishing through it expertly to find a pack of his cigarettes and a lighter.

you don't smoke, and for the better he's in the process of purposely dwindling down his use with the intention of eventually stopping, but it is still one of the only ways you can be sure he'll be soothed.

you can feel his entire body relax further when you lean back in to give him a proper kiss, tender and unassuming, soft lips lingering over his for a long moment. you give him another just before pulling back to place the cigarette between his lips. he squeezes your hand gratefully, sitting up against the headboard of your shared bed as you light it for him, admiring the sparkle of the fire reflecting in his pretty eyes.

you watch from his lap as he takes a long drag, feel the rest of the tension leave him. smoke curls forth from between his lips, twists around his face and neck before wafting away.

if it weren't so bad for him, you'd praise it. you'd never admit that it makes him look cool, mysterious.

aki pinches the cigarette between long, elegant fingers, ducks his head just a bit towards you, and you know what he wants.

you peck at his lips once more, press your forehead against his.

he takes a deep breath, eyes closed, savoring your scent, your presence around him, your weight on top of him, your fingers laced with his. grounding, calming him deeper than you'll ever know.

you cup his pale cheek with your free hand, soothing softly at his skin with your thumb, and he presses his lips to your knuckles before bringing your joined hands up to the other side. you cradle his face gently, with a loving tenderness he could never hope to reciprocate, that he doesn't think he deserves. your hands are so soft, your touch so gentle, holding him so delicately, he thinks that if he were to break in your hands, you'd take care of him easily, carefully.

his hands are so rough in comparison, built from years of hard work, from needless atrocity. it's a wonder that you let him touch you so freely.

you say his name again in the semi-darkness, barely a whisper against his lips.

he opens his eyes, grateful to admire you fully. "thank you," he whispers back, his throat still a little dry, but knows it's not enough. he thinks he'll spend the rest of his life thanking you, giving you his gratitude in any way he can, and though it would never be enough, he'd cherish every moment.

when you speak again your voice is clear, firm in its assurance, its unconditional adoration, its clear fondness. "i love you."

aki still isn't used to being treated so gently, with so much grace and understanding, with such raw emotion that it overwhelms him. he has trouble comprehending why you feel the way you do for him, why you give so much of yourself to him and are so kind to expect nothing in return.

he thinks he'll struggle all his life to give you what you truly deserve. but for now, he knows you're content with just one thing, something he didn't think he'd be capable of again until he'd met you.

you kiss him once more, shift to lay your head on his shoulder, one arm wrapping around him and the other holding his hand to your chest, right over your heart.

aki presses his lips to the top of your head. you make it so easy.

"i love you, too," he replies needlessly, and he thinks his heart pours out of his mouth and makes his voice break. he holds you tighter and feels your arms squeeze around him in return.

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chickenparm · 2 years

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WIP uhhhhhhhhhhhthursday

also @adelaidedrubman and @henbased and @a-gal-with-taste i'm ringing the bell for you chuds to post some of your WIPs

here's a snippet of some scaramouche that i've been slaving over because i can fix him i swear i swear i can fix him he can be fixed he just needs some tlc-

syke i wish he was worse but yeah here's scara getting his shit kicked in so hard it knocks some sense into him. and by sense, i mean extremely unhealthy dependence and poor coping mechanisms.

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“I need to go for a little longer-”

“I said stay.”

“I need to eat, Scaramouche.”

The name makes him flinch, his hand falling to the bed and leaving you bereft of his grip. A yearning little part of you misses it fiercely. Fear isn’t the right word when you pinpoint how wrong it is for you to have become attached like this, yet after having learned so much of his life in the span of moments, you feel an involuntary kinship that colors all your thoughts of him.

His reaction to the name isn’t explained. While most of him is tucked beneath the blankets of your bed, the hand that had been touching you lays above them with his palm to the sky and his fingers clenched into a loose fist. They only clench tighter as he pointedly looks up at the rafters and says, “Don’t come back, then.”

That strikes at you. His petulance is completely unwarranted, and you’re helpless to your own urge to plant your hands on your hips and call him out on it. “Make up your mind. Do you want me to stay, or do you want me to leave you alone? I’m going to have Tubby make up a second bedroom. Then you can hide out in there if you want to be a child.”

“I’m not-” With one movement, Scaramouche pushes himself up on a hand to sit up. His elbow shakes with the effort, clearly not up to the task of moving so quickly just yet. A sick sense of pride shoots through you with how solidly you’ve beaten him. Through grit teeth, he continues, “You’re the one coming and going as you please.”

“What’s gotten into you?”

Scaramouche flinches at your hiss, avoiding you all over again, judging by the stubborn set of his brow. Just like him, you’re exhausted, and you don’t have the time nor energy to entertain his whims right now. With purpose, you turn your head and call for your teapot spirit. In a dusting of tiny fireworks and drifting petals, Tubby appears and opens their beak to begin bombarding you with everything they’ve been waiting to say.

And you’ll give them that when you have time, but for now you hold a finger to your lips and they get the hint. Folding the sleeves of their robes together, Tubby listens as you ask, “Can you bring me something to eat? It doesn’t matter what, don’t trouble yourself too much.”

“Of course! Give me a little time, and I’ll have something splendid for you!”

Your request to not go out of their way is entirely lost to the empty spaces in the room as they disappear. Blowing out a long sigh that feels too much like resignation, you carefully sit on the side of Scaramouche’s bed, your back turned to him and your hands on your knees to brace yourself. When Tubby comes back, you’ll get them working on that second room.

In the meantime, the hand along your spine returns, this time splayed out with a palm pressing firmly against you. It’s a simple touch, one that you close your eyes and relish now that he can’t quite see your face. The expectant moment lingers with a quiet anticipation before Scaramouche breaks it without remorse.

“Why did you do it?”

“Bring you here?” Shuffling behind you, and you assume it’s a nod. “Would you believe me if I said I empathize with you?”

“One little peek at my memories, and we’re suddenly friends now? You feel sorry for me?”

“Is that so bad?” Your head turns so you can look at him out of the corner of your eye. Though he’d been quiet and restrained, it’s clear that there’s fury bubbling beneath the surface that you now must quell. “I think we’re more alike than you realize. Yes, I felt sorry because you never deserved any of that, even after all the problems you’ve caused as a result.”

“I’m not some good guy under all this, you know. I’m not putting on some front to trick you - this is who I am.”

Behind your eyelids, you see him in white, curled in the cavernous wooden halls of his domain and clutching himself in the mockery of a hug. Tears run down his cheeks, one after another, in a constant stream of loneliness and despondency. Perhaps that isn’t him anymore, but neither is this tyrant that’s bent on the divinity he was meant to receive.

#wip #unedited #and subject to change #scaramouche #scaramouche genshin #scaramouche genshin impact #looooooooooooooooooooong one shot comin up #it's gonna have spice as per the usual parm fare #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #scaramouche x reader #reader is traveler #but not lumine #or i guess you could be lumine i just don't use descriptors beyond female bits

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kylejsugarman · 4 months

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u’ve given us demi supporting jesse in abundance which is. Great, because that man needs serious tlc… on the flip side how does jesse help demi with her depression?

they are literally two build a bears painstakingly putting that little red fabric heart back into each other’s chests……there’s a lot of things he does!! at first jesse doesn’t really recognize demi’s depression because his experience with depression has always been sleeping until noon, not getting anything done, doing nothing to take care of himself, but demi is always getting stuff done!! she wakes up early and goes to work and takes care of chores!! it takes him a little while to learn that demi’s depression looks different: she doesn’t sleep enough, she doesn’t get any kind of pleasure from her hobbies, she doesn’t have any self love or confidence. demi does stuff, but it’s mechanical, it’s procedural. she’s too sad and numb to actually interface in a super meaningful way. sometimes he looks at her and can see beyond her placid expression into that deep dark well and it scares him a little because demi is so kind and patient with others but not with herself. he loves her so much that he can’t stand her not loving herself :(

jesse really tries to pull feelings out of demi in a way that’s direct. where she leaves a lot of open space for him to fill with what he’s feeling because like he feels A Lot, he asks the direct questions so there’s no room for demi to deflect or reroute the conversation back to someone else. she’s so used to bottling up her own feelings for the sake of her family or her work that it genuinely feels strange to Talk about them, so he makes it less strange. “are u feeling down today?” “did u sleep ok last night?” “u had a bunch of appointments today, are u feeling ok?” it takes some time for demi to answer honestly and in detail, but just having the opportunity to be like “actually today was awful and i feel empty and tired” is so new and so wonderful for her. and he wants to know!! he wants to know how she’s feeling so he can try and help in some way!!

in like their day to day life, he finds that the best way to help her is just to give her little joys. making her smile and laugh is so incredible because it’s not just laughter: it’s something that is keeping demi in the moment and pulling her away from the dark well. he asks her about her gardening and the clinic and all the weirdo media she’s into to try to make her interests feel Interesting again and is always up to engage in them with her. he wants her to find pleasure in things!! and of course jesse is like (puts on construction helmet and ventures into demi’s self esteem to put in his hours of building it up). it’s so sincere too: he legitimately thinks that demi is beautiful and so smart and so uniquely patient that he sometimes can’t believe she thinks so little of herself. she likes physical touch too, so he’ll come up behind her when she’s putting her hair up or doing dishes and wrap her up in his arms and be like “pretty, pretty lady. ur so pretty, dem”. even if it doesn’t register, he wants to say it and demi deserves to hear it. he wants demi to be Happy and even though he can’t magically make that happen any more than she can magically heal him of all his anxieties and regrets, he works tirelessly to make demi’s life joyful and engaging and as beautiful as she is :’)

#anonymous #ask #syd squeaks #they are. in love ur honor im so sorry #jesse pinkman #demi ayuluk

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musings-of-a-rose · 2 years

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Hi I saw that your taking Steven grant request so can I request a Steven grant x reader cuddling sessions I just wanna to hug him

How Lucky We Are

Pairing: Steven Grant x gn!reader

Word Count: 480+

Rating: This is fluffy but my blog is rated mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: I haven’t written any Moonknight fics yet - been a little intimidated to try! But Steven is a baby and cuddle times just sound lovely. This is a bit short, but it’s some TLC cuddling for Mr. Grant because he deserves it! I also kept it gender neutral, since you didn’t indicate anything specific!

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The door to the flat quietly closes behind him. He sighs, exasperated by another day of getting hounded and belittled by his manager, by customers, by nearly everyone. He leans his back against the door, resting his head on the hard surface as he closes his eyes.

“Rough day?” I ask.

His eyes open and see me standing in front of him, giving him a warm smile.

“No more rough than usual, lov.”

I can see it in his face, the way all of the criticism wears on him, how often he’s been denied working in other areas of the museum grinding at him. He’s smart, fuck he’s smart. It’s just no one seems to take the time to listen to Steven, actually listen to him.

“Shoes off. Come with me.” My command is gentle and he acquiesces, sliding off his boots with a moan.

I stretch my hand out and he takes it, letting me guide him to the bedroom. Once inside, I turn to face him, fingers gripping the edge of his shirt, silently asking for permission with raised eyebrows. He nods, ever so slightly and I help him undress down to his undershirt and boxers.

Turning to the bed, I pull back the sheets and slide in, leaning my upper back against a stack of pillows so I’m propped up. Patting the bed next to me, I look at Steven.

“Come here.”

His eyes take me in, gentle love radiating out from him as he slides in next to me, placing his head on my chest and wrapping his arm around my middle. His leg slides over mine and he clings to me, holding tight as if afraid I’d disappear the moment he lets go. One of my hands rests on his forearm that’s wrapped around me and the other comes up to massage his scalp, alternating with running my fingers through his hair as best I can while tugging gently every now and then. Steven moans under my touch, all the stress and worry from the day seeping out of him at a rapid pace.

“I love it when you do that.” He mumbles into my chest.

“Sshh. Just relax. Take a rest. I’ll wake you in a bit for dinner.”

He nods, ever so slightly as sleep claims him. He knows that if I’m here, I won’t let him wander out of the room to God knows where. He knows I’ll keep him safe. He’s told me how he feels so incredibly lucky to have found me, the one good thing in his world. He pulls me in tighter as he thinks about his luck, sleep finally claiming him.

I continue to hold Steven and massage his scalp, listening to his breathing as it changes to sleep. Honestly, I really can’t believe my luck in meeting him - he is the one good thing in my world and I would do anything to protect him.

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multifairyus · 1 year

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Spicy Brelwyn Playlist Update

Tl;dr—What should the Playlist name be?

Disclaimers:

1. Idk how to make a post Mature/Explicit so uuhhh if you’re too young for this then like…don’t engage. If you’re a minor, I’d appreciate if you took a back seat in this discussion please and thank you!

2. I personally headcannon the whole “Early College” thing in Legendborn as just normal college. Sexy situations aside I think aging up the characters it solves plot contrivances and makes things simpler where the more complicated option isn’t terribly interesting. As such, the relationship discussed between Briana and Selwyn is between two adults. Moreover, while Sel’s demonia makes an ~appearance~ and influence, this playlist is meant to be conceptualized without the looming threat of him descending into demonia and subsequent blurring of the lines between “safe, sane, and consensual”, as is in Demonia’s Descent. So like…in my headcannon/playlist AU, the power of love makes Sel better at edging his demon? Yeah. Yeah? Sure.

…look, I’m not here to make this shit actually make sense with the plot. That’s for the lovely theorists, fix-it/alt POV fic writers and resource gathering fandom members’ forte. I’m here to provide the official soundtrack of Legendborn smut for those of us on the front lines when there was under 100 fics total on AO3 and for the new fans that will come when Book 3 is released. I do have an aspiration to take undue credit for one of playlist songs ending up in the Legendborn TV show—oh y’all couldn’t tell me NOTHINGGG. If nothing else, I just want people to enjoy and create fan works to the playlists, cuz this is my own kind of fan work 😊

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Aight now let’s get INTO ITTTTT

So, Of Our Own Volition had Brelwyn making love for the first time. The earliest one could theorize it happening (with a non heteronormative definition of sex) could be Into Orbit…tho personally? It’s when The Line was clearly crossed in Virgo’s Scorpio’s Groove. Immediately followed by Sel having a damn religious ascension with Submerge: Until We Become the Sun. We get some afterglow and end on a flirty, playful, even experimental note with We Might Even Be Falling In Love (feat. Bryson Tiller for my Spotify peeps). It’s all very saccharine and tender and sweet and I love it…

This is not that playlist. They are grown and fucking fucking now. We are getting explicit. We are getting kinky. I allowed myself like one and a halfish toxic song in this playlist, since there’s more than enough excellent but SUPER TOXIC relationship songs for the TLC trio, regardless if you’re OT3 endgame or Brelwyn endgame. …A Toxic OT3 playlist will come in due time, with my softboi hours (Brickel? Nickee? Brick?) Brick Playlist along side it as a palette cleanser.

But now? I want input for what a grown and sexy playlist would be for these two!I like wording and terminology from the book—“Everything in Between” isn’t bad but feels too wordy? I’m open to phrases from fics too, especially from who have published excellent Brelwyn smut already—you know who you are (because I tagged you cuz y’all’s work deserves more hype @sweetestblacktea @justbrainrot @thoughtfulbearpanda @ficnoire2 )

I will crowdsource opinions on kinks our lovely couple is into, giving or receiving, in the comments. For scientific reasons, of course. I’m a chemist irl, and I know chemistry when I see it! 👩🏾‍🔬🥵👌🏾😩

Onto my specific thoughts I think may be helpful to answer my query!

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I think I wanna have transition songs like the instrumental tracks in O3V and DD. But my searches for “sexy violin” are not giving what I need it to.

An idea I have is to instead have shifts be denoted by a lil “Demonia Dip” as I call it. Not full on Act V of DD bad but like, compared to the rest of the playlist you’d be like “oh yeah it’s that bastard again” we’re talking For Your Entertainment by Adam Lambert and a reappearance of Tonight You are Mine by the Technicolors.

This is an R&B slowjams playlist for our protagonist and King Bree first and foremost… but Sel IS a white boy with THAT kinda playlist for his deepest, darkest desires…it’s only fair the cambion brain gets a few tracks, if only to signal “oh we are NASTY nasty now huh—“ Plus I let the white boy freak flag fly by starting off O3V with Sweater Weather. He can have a dip or two. As a treat.

Track Teasers (in no particular order)

F.U.C.K., Victoria Monet

Earned It, The Wknd (Often and Lost in the Fire are going to the top of Toxic playlist because I couldn’t add them in good faith with content or language I disapprove of in it 🥴 but the Wknd couldn’t NOT be in here)

Speechless, Buddy

Skin, Rihanna

A Muse, dvsn

Rope Burn, Janet Jackson

Teehee this is gonna be fun y’all 💖

Kthxbai

-Fairy

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