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38riku ¡ 2 years
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mdni. 18+ content.
— yuta who overstimulates himself on accident because you’re just too warm, too tight, and feel too good for him to stop. ruts into you slowly, his heavy cock dragging against your walls as he whines in your ear. he’s panting at this point, the words that leave his lips faux at its finest. he needs to fill you up one last time, to feel your cunt milk him for another load greedily after the three or four he dumped inside you.
“sorry angel, I cant stop.” he would excuse, gripping your hips to aid his languid thrusts as he throws his head back from the overstimulation. it hurts, but the state he you two were in: skin sticky with a sheen of sweat, head spinning from the heat emitting in the space between your bodies, mind submitting to the bliss of too much pleasure no matter the consequence.
— yuta who, when is about to cum for the fifth time, nestled in the crook of your neck and groans as your legs wrap around his waist. his body is too tired to go any harder than he was. still, his tip grazed your sweet spot with ease and the sensation of his balls slapping the underside of your ass was enough to spur on another orgasm. a muted scream was all you could muster, clawing at his muscles and pulling his hair from the root.
“I-I’m gonna — oh god, oh god, oh god—” and it’s borderline impressive how his loads don’t decrease in size, filling your already full womb as his cock finally softens — the newly created space making room for his seed to spill out. the two of you are gasping for air, his body collapsed on top of yours until has enough strength to clean you up, peppering your face with kisses and thanking you for letting him indulge in you a little longer.
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cosmicmunsonwrites ¡ 8 months
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getting into an argument at dinner with jj?? 😚
i fall apart
pairing(s): bf!jj maybank x gf!fem!reader
warnings: arguing, pet names
summary: while out at dinner, you and jj get into a disagreement.
authors note: thank you for the request, love! enjoy :)
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do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.
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you and your boyfriend, jj, were currently out at a cute diner just off the cut for a much deserved date night.
you guys had spent most of your day at the beach with your friends and as much as you loved your friends, now you just wanted to spend some time together without them.
but as the night was winding down, it was time to pay. you hated this draining task. you knew how it would end.
especially when you started pulling out your wallet.
“stop,” he said. “put it away.”
you glanced up at him. “j, it’s fine. you always pay. let me do it.”
“it was my idea,” he replied. “i’m takin’ my girl out, so i’m paying.”
this always happened. “you said you were saving money, jj,” you added more firmly.
he pursed his lips into a thin line and looked at you. “i know, but i’m taking you out on a date, babe. we’re done arguing about it, got it? i’m paying and thats final.”
your brows furrowed as you looked at him. “excuse me?” he was never that aggressive when talking about something like this.
when the waiter returned, he handed a few bills to him and looked at your annoyed expression. you appreciated that he paid, but at the same time, you had just had a talk about how he wanted to save money and he was going to stop spending so much.
you understood that more than anything else and you supported him. you did your best to pitch in more, buying most of the things he usually bought for your hangouts with the pogues, buying as much of the stuff to make food during the week as he’d allow before taking over and paying the rest. you’d tried to help him out as much as possible.
so why he had gotten so rude about it this time was beyond you. but you knew you weren’t tolerating it.
once the waiter came back with the receipt, you had stood up quickly and made your way to the car, not caring to wait for him like you usually did.
and when he’d gotten in the car too, he had the nerve to try and place a rough hand on your upper thigh. in response, you’d just picked it up and placed it on the center console without a word.
at the house, there were still no words exchanged. but once you headed into your bedroom and he noticed you were genuinely upset, he started brainstorming his apology.
about two hours had gone past and you hadn’t come out of the room. not even for a snack. you were just sat in there watching your movie. it was getting late though and he wanted nothing more right now than to cuddle up with you and go to sleep.
so he decided it was time. lucky for him, the door was still open. so he headed inside only to find you knocked out already. he couldn’t help but smile to himself.
he walked over to his side of the bed and took a seat. he lightly tapped your arm. “baby,” he mumbled softly.
you stirred and rolled over to your other side to find him sat there. “hm?”
“‘m sorry for acting like that earlier. i know it was rude. you know how i get. and ‘m not making an excuse, i know it was wrong, i jus’ should’ve handled it better and i promise i won’t do it again,” he said just above a whisper, a hand coming up to brush the strands of hair from your forehead.
you hummed and rubbed your heavy eyes. “‘s okay, j. i know you meant well,” you replied tiredly. “now can we go to bed?”
he chuckled and nodded. he got up to quickly shut off the lights then was back at your side underneath the sheets, allowing you to cuddle up into his chest.
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dvllaswinston ¡ 8 months
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DALLAS WINSTON FLUFF ALPHABET
dallas winston x fem! reader (curtis or not, your preference!)
requested? yes | no
note these are my opinons so 😚 they may stray a bit from canon. also this is unedited so ignore spelling and grammar mistakes ! ! !
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a = attractive (what do they find attractive about their partner?)
physical: he loves your hands—they fit right into his, like that is all they were made for. he gets into fights a lot: his hands are often bruised and cut, so he loves when you wrap yours around his. also, titties!
mental: dal LOVES your humour. he rarely finds others to be genuinely funny, but he has never faked a laugh around you.
b = baby (do they want a family? why/why not?)
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA no! dal hates kids, they freak him out, and even his girlfriend wanting kids won't change that.
he thinks he would make a lousy father, and he also doesn't want to bring a child into a world that he hates so much.
c = cuddle (how do they like to cuddle?)
he likes when you lean your head onto his chest and he can wrap his arms around you. he likes any position where he feels like he is protecting you, shielding you from the world.
it takes a bit to make him cuddly. he will NEVER be like that in front of the guys, he thinks it makes him look weak and vulnerable (his worst nightmare!). so complete privacy, and often a few drinks in his system, before he starts cuddling. if he's had a bad day, it takes even more coaxing.
d = dreams (how do they picture their future with their s/o?)
he doesn't have a detailed vision of his own future, due to the unpredictable nature of his life. he never knew where'd he be living or if he'd be in jail, so he decided a long time ago to stop worrying about it. now, he does intend to support you as you pursue your dreams. always. wherever your life takes you, he will follow.
e = everything (you are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))
saviour.
generally speaking, dallas has never been on a great path. between violence and crime, and some shitty relationships, he is well aware that you are the best thing that's happened to him. that you have saved him from dark emotional places, and he wants to be better for you.
f = feelings (when did they know they’re in love?)
dal is finally confronted with his feelings when another girl is trying to hit on him at a party. she's very pretty, totally dal's type, but...he has a gnawing guilt. now it's not like you're dating or anything, you haven't even had a conversation about maybe possibly dating. he is free to do as he pleases, but he tells the girl that he's not available.
i'm whipped, he thinks.
g = gratitude (how grateful are they in general? are they aware of what their s/o does for them?)
he doesn't like when people do things for him, because then he feels like he owes them something in return. but when you do something small for him, he is very grateful for it, even if he doesn't acknowledge it much.
h = honesty (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o?)
yes, dal tries to be pretty open and vulnerable when you're alone together, but there are some things that he just doesn't say. there are details of his past that he isn't proud of, or that hurt too much to mention.
anything that pertains to you or your relationship though? he's pretty honest.
i = injury (how would they react if you got hurt?)
if you hurt yourself by tripping or falling over, he's gonna tell you how damn clumsy you are, with his big laugh (y'all know the one).
if someone else hurts you, it's an entirely different story. he'll track them down to personally teach them a lesson.
j = jealousy (do they get jealous? how do they deal with it)
he's got so many trust issues so jealousy is second nature to him...if you're talking with/hanging around someone he trusts, like your collective friend group, he tries his best to be fair. you deserve friends and other people in your life besides him. but if someone is hitting on you? oh lord.
he'll start with verbally attacking them...telling them to get their fucking hands off you or he'll beat their ass, basically. he's not scared of immediately throwing punches, but he knows that you hate when he instigates fights so willingly, so he gives them a chance to run off first. if that doesn't work, if they ignore him? he can't contain himself, and he's gonna create a massive fight.
because of this, everyone in tulsa is well aware that dal will protect you no matter what. people keep their hands to themselves if they know what's good for them.
k = kiss (how do they kiss you? how do they like to be kissed?)
in public, he's quick. you get a small peck or kiss to the back of your hand, if anything. otherwise, he cups your face in his hands and takes his sweet time. he loves lazy make out sessions, so your lips are swollen like one hundred percent of the time!
l = love (who says ‘i love you’ first?)
you.
dal knows earlier on that he's in love with you, but he doesn't say that word until you do. he's too scared of being vulnerable and getting rejected to say it first.
even after it has been said, he doesn't throw the word love around casually. he saves it for special occasions, or when he knows you need it.
m = memory (what’s their favorite memory together?)
probably, before you were officially dating, when you went to the drive in. it was a scary movie and at one particular jumpscare, you grabbed his hand without realizing.
dal is used to being seen as the scariest person in any given room, but the fact that you went to him for safety?!????)?!!!?! if he wasn't such a hardass, he might just tear up!
n = nickel (do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?)
he's got no money, so he won't be buying much. he'll steal it though! gladly!
he loves when you borrow his leather jacket in particular, it makes him so happy (even if he doesn't show and pretends to be cold).
o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
he is not one for reminiscing, mainly because his childhood was so terrible. he doesn't like thinking about his life before you were in it. even when he does start to be more open and honest (several months into the relationship), he doesn't say everything. there are some things you are better off not knowing.
p = pet names (what pet names do they use?)
"doll" is a go to for him. he uses it on any occasion, and more so than your actual name.
"sweetheart" is saved for when you're upset about something, and he's trying to help. it makes his new york accent shine through so it's more like "sweethaaaht"
if he is trying to embarrass you/he's being sarcastic he's gonna call you something like "sugar plum pookie bear honey bun" cause he thinks it's hilarious, and everyone knows it's a joke.
"princess," if he's being a tease...
q = questions (what are the questions they’re always asking?)
"d'ya want anythin?" he asks, whether he's going to get a drink at a party, or running to get food. the gang points out that he only asks you this. if any of the guys (besides johnny) tried to send him with an order, he'll tell them to screw off and get it themselves.
"where are ya?" he finds it comforting to know where you are, not in a stalker-ish way, he just wants to know that you're safe.
r = rainy day (what do they like to do on a rainy day?)
dal doesn't give a fuck about the weather, he's gonna go cause chaos, rain or shine.
now if you're scared of the rain/thunder, he's on his way. he pretends it's silly and that he thinks your fear is stupid, but he loves when you cling onto him.
s = sad (how do they cheer themselves/s/o up?)
when he's sad? he likes to get piss drunk and forget about the thing that's upsetting him. it isn't until he starts dating you that he realizes others don't find that comforting. now, this is still dallas winston we're talking about. he gets incredibly uncomfortable if you cry infront of him, he has no idea what to say. he'll put a hand on your shoulder until you calm down. he will usually try to undo the thing that upset you, make it okay again, but sometimes he just can't.
with time (lots and lots of time) he gets better at comforting you. still, he's no sodapop. but he'll say things like "i's okay, doll" and "what happened?" rather than sitting in uncomfortable silence.
t = talking (what do they like to talk about?)
he likes to listen to you, offering commentary and teasing, rather than talking himself. he'll talk about random things going on at bucks, parties in the area, and his friends sometimes. he used to talk about all the chicks he wanted to hook up with, but those days are over...
*the gang is incredibly thankful those days are over...he used to overshare about the craziest sex stuff.
u = understanding (how well do they know their partner? are they empathetic?)
he tries to be an observant boyfriend, noticing what makes you happy and what makes you tick, but he's not used to caring about the people around him that much.
he also finds some of the small things you get upset over (a bad mark, an argument with a friend, etc) to be stupid/not worth the fuss. this is mainly because he's been in gangs and prison and knows that those details are minuscule in reality. still, he doesn't say that cause he knows it would upset you even more. so no, he's not the most empathetic, but never outright mean about it.
v = value (how important is the relationship to them? what is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?)
your relationship is the individual most important thing in dal's life, it's one of the things he values most. he can't believe you're his.
w = wedding (when, where, and how do they propose?)
he doesn't. he wants to spend the rest of his life with you and he knows a paper and a ceremony isn't gonna make any difference. also, the vulnerability is too much for him. even on a good day.
x = xoxo (how affectionate are they? in public/in private)
in public, he is only affectionate if he has to be. for example, if someone is trying to hit on you, he’s all over you. otherwise, you can only expect a hand hold or hug occasionally, and only if he is feeling extremely happy (not often!)
in private, he eases up a little. he is touch starved, so he can be really sweet when he wants to. but he isn't obsessed with 24/7 affection either. occasionally, he’ll cuddle into you and let his arm run up and down your arm lazily. he’ll kiss you softer, and try to talk in a sweeter tone.
y = yearning (how well do they cope when they’re separated from their s/o?)
he is fine being away from you as long as he knows that you're safe. like if you're at your house, with your family, he's fine with not being right beside you. after all, he does like having some time alone.
if you're at a party or other social event though, good luck tryna unglue him from your hip. it's just not happening.
z = zzz (what is a sleep habits of theirs?)
he sleeps completely naked, REFUSES to wear any clothes at all. no matter what.
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midnightfantasiez ¡ 5 months
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A Gift For You | Lee Sangyeon
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SUMMARY: your boyfriend Sangyeon has always treated you so well since you both began your relationship six months prior. it was about time that you returned him the favour by giving him a gift that he would never forget.
PAIRING: inexperienced sub! Sangyeon x dom f!reader
GENRE: smut (18+ MDNI!!)
WARNINGS: kissing, making out, blowjob, fondling with male genitals, squirting, cum tasting, oral & fingering (m!receiving), anal fingering (m!receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, couch sex, hickeys (m!receiving)
WORD COUNT: 1,520
A/N: it's the loml birthday today, hence here is my contribution/gift to him 😚❤️ i wrote this in a rush (bcs i ran out of time & used up all my brain juices for his other birthday fic i wrote on my main blog 😭) so i apologise if this isn't the best 🤧 shoutout to my love @daisyvisions for constantly fuelling my Sangyeon brainrot and giving me ✨ideas✨🥴
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You have been with your boyfriend for the past six months, and he has done nothing but constantly put a smile on your face daily.
He was the heartthrob of the campus, and you could see why. He was at the top of his grades, part of multiple clubs and even led in many of them, and he would always be there to give a helping hand to all students and lecturers alike. 
It was a shocker when he took a liking towards you, for you would’ve considered yourself one of the girls who would venture out every night to go for a drink, and you weren’t exactly good at studying either. But there was something that the both of you had in common—music. 
It has been on your wishlist for the longest time, and you have always promised yourself that you would get back to your love for music once you got into university, especially when you had no music club back in the high school you were enrolled in. 
You specialised in the vocals and played a few musical instruments as well. It was when you were selected to be part of the main vocalists' lineup for a show that the club was hosting for the summer, and it just so happened that you were paired with Sangyeon. From the very beginning, he had taken the initiative to break the ice and make you feel comfortable. Both of your vocals paired well with one another, and eventually, the little friendship you’ve both had slowly blossomed into something more.
Today marked the sixth month that you both have been a couple, and you wanted to give something back to your boyfriend after all that he has done for you. 
And it would be something that he was nowhere near prepared for.
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“Sangyeon-ie?” 
“Hmm?” He hummed as he continued stroking your hair gently while you leaned onto his shoulder, watching the Netflix show that was projected on the television screen. 
“Should we… you know. Do something else?” 
He chuckled. “Why? Is the show not doing much for you?”
“Is it bad if I said no?” 
“Not at all, babe. What do you want to do then?”
“Well, you have always given me so much and treated me like a princess. Don’t you think my prince charming deserves some love from his princess too?” 
That got his full attention as he turned his face to look straight in your direction. “Wow. What am I getting, then? A present?” 
“Something much better than a present.” 
Slowly, you leaned forward to press your lips against his. It was soft yet warm, and you always craved for his lips—every single time, you would feel as if you had ascended to heaven, even though you’d kissed him for the nth time by now. 
Sangyeon accepted your touch and adjusted himself so that he could tilt his head for you to gain more access to his lips. You slowly moved your hands from his chest to his neck to cup his face. Slowly caressing his face, you inserted your tongue into his mouth, and naturally, he did the same while moving his hands to rest against your waist. 
Now that you have gotten him occupied, you slowly moved your other free hand down to his pants, gently rubbing his member. Sangyeon gasped at the contact, for you have never done such a thing before. Just as he was about to pull away, you grabbed his neck, only to pull him back to you.
“Baby, you trust me, don’t you?” 
You reconnected your lips with him, and this time you would snake your hands into his pants, rubbing the tip of his member. You could feel his member tense with your cold touch, and this only excited you more. You pulled your hands back out only to drag his pants and underwear down, pulling out his cock and exposing it. You then moved down and knelt on the ground before positioning yourself right in between his thighs. You were gently rubbing the tip before taking it fully into your mouth. 
“O-oh my god… Y/N… w-what are you doing…” It was clear that your boyfriend was having a battle of his own, trying to make sense of reality while he tried to calm himself down. 
You were constantly sucking his cock, before you stopped for a moment to respond to him.
“This my love, is called a blowjob.” 
You reconnected his member into your mouth as you began fondling with his balls, giving them a little squeeze which earned you a groan from your boyfriend. Sangyeon tilted his head back onto the couch, both hands gripping the sofa as he tried his best to calm his fast breathing down. 
It was then he was about to reach his high, he naturally began convulsing and pushing his cock deeper within your throat, squirting all of his cum all over your mouth. The look of horror was plastered all across his face as he began propping himself up and apologised to you profusely. 
“Oh my god! Y/N! What have I done, I’m so sorry—”
Just then, you lifted your head to look at him, wiping off the excess dripping from the corners of your mouth before you leaned in to reconnect your lips with his.
“Oh, baby. We’re just getting started.” 
Almost immediately, you quickly removed his top and threw them off. This time, you moved your hands back down and stopped right at the entrance of his asshole. You slowly pushed a finger in, and Sangyeon yelped at that move. You gave him a few seconds to adjust before you started fingering him while moving down to suck his nipples. 
“F-fuck… Y/N… Y/N… aaaahh…” 
“Tell me, baby. What do you want?”
“I-I…”
“Yes, baby?”
“W-want more… inside…”
With that, you inserted another finger up into his anus, fingering him gently as you kept your gaze towards his beautiful face. 
It was new to see your boyfriend like this, and you were beyond proud of yourself for taking this route to please him. It was how innocent he was and his constant sweet moans of your name the entire time. You wanted to pleasure him more. 
As your lips slowly moved down to lick his abs (god, were they hard as fuck), you started moving yourself to sit right on top of his thighs, removing your top as well and pulling your underwear to the side before you aligned his tip to your entrance and slowly moved down as his huge cock slowly inserted into you.
Sangyeon started to whimper from that alone, and you took a few seconds to adjust before you began to bounce on him. He closed his eyes throughout the whole session, and his constant moans echoed throughout the room. Sangyone bit his lower lip, and he hissed when you started to pick up your pace, grinding on him ever faster. 
“Aahh—Y/n—”
You quickly grabbed both of his hands and placed them onto your breasts, guiding them so that he would give you a gentle squeeze before he shot up from the couch to connect his lips towards your nipples, circling them and eventually sucking them.
“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well for me.” You constantly praised him in between your moans, and it was now that your boyfriend was fully cast under your spell, not rejecting or being unsure of your touch anymore. You could tell how he had been wanting more as he began to thrust up into you, so you weren’t the only one doing the job now. 
Sangyeon began to feel that he was coming soon, but he wasn’t sure if it would be alright for him to release his cum all over again. For one, he was inside you now. Second of all, he thinks that it is a little unfair that he is going to come twice when you haven’t even had your first orgasm. There was a slight hesitation in his voice before he eventually mustered up the courage to ask you.
“Y/N… babe… I-I don’t think I am going to last…” 
“That’s fine, baby. Just do it.”
“W-where can I—”
It was then his cock finally hit the spot within you that got you crying out, and you finally felt the knot in your stomach, indicating that you were about to come anytime soon as well. You gripped onto his hair before screaming out loud.
“Inside! Sangyeon! Finish inside of me!!”
Within seconds, both of you came at the same time, and both of your juices were now dripping down the couch. As you came down from your high, you immediately began placing kisses all over his body, sucking it a little bit harder near the crook of his neck with the thoughts of leaving behind a hickey. 
As you got off and he placed his fingers over where you just left a mark, you smirked before whispering in his ears. 
“This is proof that we have finally done the deed, and there will be so much more to come, baby.”
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A/N: i need people to know that sub!Sangyeon can also be hot 🥴
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tillthelandslide ¡ 10 months
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Insufferable Arsehole Part 6: Inside Your Mind Instagram AU - Matty Healy Series
A/n: so I'm introducing some more characters in the upcoming chapters so please don't be confused as one is referenced in this. Hope you like it. P.s I got the box tattooed today so yes that is my arm
thisislou:
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thisislou where's the fun in doing what your told?
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bedforddanes75 excuse me? Please stop. I'm scared my girlfriend is going to leave me for you
charli_xcx fuck me
-> bedforddanes75 seeeee @thisislou
-> thisislou sorry? 🤷‍♀️
trumanblack who took this wonderful picture? Think they deserve some credit don't you love? Also heard they're a pretty cool person
-> thisislou 🙄
rass1975 I am looking respectfully 🫣
-> thisislou aren't you nice?
-> rass1975 I try, I try 🙌
loufanpage slay
fan1 wish I was you
-> thisislou dream bigger ❤️
lou75fan so y'all just going to ignore Matty's comment... The comment that makes it obvious that he took this picture⁉️⁉️
75fan Matty has the hots that's for sure
bandmate I miss you
-> thisislou miss you more
fan3 slut
-> thisislou how very kind of you 🙏
thisislou:
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thisislou backstage shenanigans @trumanblack thanks for being my model 🖤
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bedforddanes75 he looks happy 😂
-> thisislou what a grump aye?
trumanblack I swear I was happy... Don't know why my face is doing that
-> thisislou grumpy Matty 😠
-> trumanblack you bully me
-> thisislou just the way you like it 😚
-> trumanblack 🤫🖤
jordhughesphoto might as well take my job at this rate
-> thisislou what a compliment 🥹 there's no one quite as good as you though I'm afraid
trumanblack:
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trumanblack she makes me look quite cool 📸@thisislou 🖤
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thisislou stealing my photo I see
-> trumanblack THANK YOUUUUU 😁😁😁😁😁
-> thisislou you're lucky you're cute
75fan omg cute
loufanpage i ship them so hard i actually cant take this torture anymore haha
rass1975 excuse me why dont you take cool pictures like this of me
-> trumanblack you're not her fave anymore
-> rass1975 ouch... fair though
-> thisislou i mean... if anyone is my fave is obviously george just saying
-> trumanblack ouch
-> rass1975 ouch
-> bedforddanes haha! suck on that @trumanblack @rassthe1975
thisislou:
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thisislou Part of the band 🖤
📸 @jordhughesphoto
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trumanblack part of the band 🖤
bedforddanes75 part of the band 🖤
rass1975 part of the band 🖤
1975adam part of the band 🖤
-> thisislou @trumanblack @bedforddanes @rass1975 @1975adam 😭🖤🖤
fan1 omg
loufanpage they all commented the same thing that's adorable 🥹
jordhughesphoto 😊😊
75fan guys... If Matty and Lou hold hands their boxes would touch 🥹🥹
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the1975updates fans from today's show could've sworn they heard Matty say "Lou" when touching himself on stage.... What is going on?
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fan1 I could've sworn I heard it!!
fan2 I hope they confirm whether they're dating
fan3 think he deserves better tbh
-> the1975updates don't understand how he could deserve better tbh... She's amazing and kind and they seem like they bring the best out in each other
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-> loufanpage couldn't agree more @the1975updates
75fan @the1975updates me and my friends were standing at barrier on Lou's side of the stage and we swear she was wearing a "M" necklace... could also be for her sister bc her name is mia but... could also be for matty?
-> the1975updates omg if thats for matty thats adorable
thisislou:
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thisislou the first a gift from @trumanblack... The second a gift from @charli_xcx don't know which one I prefer
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trumanblack the second one isn't true though is it?
-> thisislou 🤫
charli_xcx looks good big tits
-> thisislou fucking love you
fan3 slag
-> thisislou awe thanks boo 😘🖕
bedforddanes75 smoking kills
-> thisislou you're one to talk dickhead
75fan "people write songs about girls like you" he's in loveeeee
lou75fan I know they've done it but I can't prove it
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Romantic fluff HC's with Warren?/dhmis
I AM A SIMP FOR THIS MAN IM SORRY
ㅤㅤ𝖱𝖮𝖬𝖠𝖭𝖳𝖨𝖢 𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖢𝖠𝖭𝖮𝖭𝖲 𝖥𝖮𝖱 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖱𝖤𝖭 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖬 .ᐟ.ᐟ
warning(s): swearing(?), mention of anxiety, uses of petnames
author's note: IT IS OKAY, ANON! I DO TOO, HE IS JUST A PATHETIC SOPPING WET LIL WET MEOW MEOW, WHAT MORE CAN U ASK IN A MAN?
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⠀⠀ㅤㅤㅤヽ`ヽ`、ヽ🪱ヽ`ヽ`、ヽ
CUDDLES. SNUGGLES. COZIES. ALL THAT, MY BOY LOVES IT. (he's really warm all the time bc he's in a constant state of flusteredness so that's a plus)
warren the worm EAGLE is the ULTRA PETNAMER 2000 bc he's got em alllll!! from baby to angel to POOPY-CAKES, you name it, he call you it.
this boy is SO CLINGY, IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY. HE NEEDS CONSTANT REASSURANCE AND VALIDATION.
and also, he's not used to people being genuinely nice to him, so anytime you compliment/praise him for something, he thinks your saying it as a joke and/or manipulating him in some way. (overthinkers, am I right? 😒)
you guys share a podcast together where you do random shit and record it for content (imagine unus annus, but w/ a couple)
your warren's go-to editor for his presentations, so he always lets you see them first before he shows it to anyone else (and bc of your help alot more people have actually took the time to actually take in what he's saying lmao)
bro sadly does not know what boundaries are, so warren will basically beg you until you give in or literally FORCE him to stfu.
warren tries so very hard to be a BIG, STRONG, MANLY, MASCULINE, M A N around you in public, but he always ends up brutally embarrassing himself where like a crowd of people are just loudly laughing at him (poor baby :( )
he's a lil crybaby. sobbing into your chest daily. :((
HEAR ME OUT, HEAR. ME. OUTTTTT! warren likes tea, so he'll make it for the two of you all the time, and it's so calming.
DINNER DATES!!! and oh em gee he takes you to the best places, bc ofc, the best deserves to be fed as such. 😌
bc he's so prone to anxiety attacks, his #1 treatment exercise is to squeeze your hand tightly (not too tight bc he obv doesn't want to hurt you) and try his very best to match his breathing pattern with yours.
this is what his text messages look like to you: ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"hEY HONEYBUN, LOVE OF MY LIFE, MY EVERYTHINGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ILYSM, HRUUU??????💋💋💋💋💋😘😘😘😘😘😘😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚💌💘💝💖💗💓💞💕💟❣️❤️‍🔥❤🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍"
to sum it up, y'know how colin said that he looks like a tumor? just imagine that, but he's a ~ℒℴ𝓋ℯ 𝒯𝓊𝓂ℴ𝓇~
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casuallivi ¡ 1 year
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Meditation
Elain Week March 2023. Day 7. Free Day. @elainweekofficial
A sweet kiss to my our brilliant friend @nikethestatue who gives us the best nicknames. Here I am, stealing your lore again 🎵 forgive me, love you 😊😚❤️
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The house felt oddly silent when there wasn’t a single loud-foul-mouth family member in it, the stillness balancing itself in the possibility of being disturbed at any minute, once one of them passed through the threshold. Her bet was on Cass, who had dinner with them nearly every night.
Elain’s love for her family cannot be measure in any metric system known for man or fae, but she won’t deny the peace and quiet is a soothing balm to her tired mind. The sounds never leave her. The creaking of worms digging the earth, the gentle unfurling of rose petals, beating wings cutting the air, water springing from between tiny rock, a cry of freedom, the quick legs of a panther chasing it’s prey, galloping horses marching into the battlefield, piercing screams of faceless men bathed in blood, waves breaking against the hull of a ship, the incessant cry of helpless females stolen from bed. Honeyed promises that demand compromise, complacency, obedience.
“Give in to me.”
Dread bristled the hairs her arm, lungs compressed, expelling everything there is inside, refusing to let her fill them back. She's trapped. No. She's drowning. Horror claws its way into her heart as water pools beneath her, soaking her gown, rising above her empty chest, threating to swallow her whole. A thousand ghost hands tug at her, dragging her down. Drowning her again.
“Breath.” The strong command doesn’t come from her daydreams, the male lying beside her wrapping her cold hand in his warm one, his patchwork of bumpy scars falling in line with the sunk gashes in her palm, fingers lacing with hers. “Breath.”
She’s desperate now, has lost any semblance of control, gasping for the air that won’t come.
“Water. Water is –”
“Not real.” The slice of her words is so sharp one might think he used Truth-Teller, leaving no place for second-guessing. The midnight voice, honed to conduct legions to glory, being spent in the mundane act of calming her down. A blasphemy of some sort, she’s sure.
Elain is lightheaded, body itching, changing, glowing. She had to lose her eyes in order to see the worlds with clarity, ancient power soaking her bones, the Seer woving itself within the fabrics of her soul, singing praises to the being that can finally contain her without shattering into million pieces. “Free,” it chants delirious, “I am free.” Elain isn’t. Elain is shackled. She’s back there, back at that nauseating day. Drowning. Dying. Dead.
Gentleness gives place to a bone-shattering grip that demands her attention. Air rushing back to her lungs in the shape of a painful whimper, desperate wheezes rattling her core. Tears stream past her dark lashes. “You are not there.” Stable words, confidant words, the constant swipe of a thumb moving back and forth over her clammy skin. “You are safe. You are with me. I got you.”
I got you.
Breath.
In and out.
He got her.
Breath. In and out. Just breath.
Elain tames the white glow escaping the translucent skin of her eyelids, the tremor in her hands, pushing the lump that clogs her throat all the way down.
A voice in the back of her mind calls her useless for failing the simple task he presented to her, tells her she should be ashamed to waste precious time so kindly offered to her. Elain holds him tighter. The voice can go to hell.
“Good.” Her cheeks heat at the praise she doesn’t deserve. “Very good.”
“I was terrible.” She contradicts. “You can tell me the truth. I won’t break if you yell at me.” Despite her words, Elain is in the verge of crying, overwhelmed with emotion. Stupid tears. She wished someone would shut her lacrimal canal forever.
“I don’t yell.” True. Azriel was probably born with the ability to make himself heard without uttering a single word, the strong essence of a leader brewing in his soul. “You think I could yell at you?” is a teasing question, an attempt to lighten the mood, but she can sense the faint hints of apprehension as he waits for her answer.
Elain knows he cares for her opinion, he has told her so. Sometimes she wonders if it's simply the family ties that bound them together, or if he has an inkling to the feeling blooming out of control from the depths of her heart, wonders if him, by some miracle, has been cultivating similar boldness in himself.
“Nah, you'd be too scared of me never letting you taste my cooking again.”
Her surroundings are perfectly clear once more. No throne room, no boiling cauldron, no evil gazes, just the townhouse living room. Couch, armchairs and center table have been pushed out of the way, creating a hollow space in the middle of the room, wood burning quietly on the hearth, Azriel and Elain laid side by side on top of the fuzzy cream rug, the only point of contact consisting in the now tightly woven hands resting between their bodies. Her other hand rests above her stomach, feeling the undulations caused by every breath, Elain trying to keep herself anchored to the present and not a slave to her cumbersome visions.
After long days of strenuous research, walking through multiple shops in search of way to grant her peace of mind, Elain came across a certain shadowsinger who stole her materials in the blink of an eye. The stack of book that had seemed like a mountain in her arms now looking like a tiny pile in his.
“Dream walking no more, how to control your sleeping body. The cognitive ability to transcend space and time...” He enunciated the tittles without looking at the books, being his usual meddlesome self. Of course he had seen it, nothing escaped the spymaster. "What are you doing?"
"Tests."
“Anything I can help you with?”
Yes.
“No need.”
“Are you sure? I am very good at keeping unwanted dreams at bay.”
“You don’t count.”
“Why not?”
“Because you accomplish that by not sleeping.”
The corner of his lip turned upwards. “Touché.”
Elain was nervous. Scared she’d take a wrong step in her journey to control her visions, and ending up losing them all together. She didn’t want to get rid of her seer abilities because of how useful they had been so far, but she wanted to tame them. She needed to. Time flow different in her head, visions stretching for days without end, seasons passing in front of eyes, vigilant months of agony that turned into years, Elain blinking back to reality to learn mere seconds had gone by, her glazed eyes the only indication that her mind had been far away.
When she voiced her concerns to Azriel, he said she needed to find an anchor to the present, introduced her to meditation as a way to stabilize her mind here and now. He told her, she should not feel pressure to unravel every vision as they came to her, comparing her hazed slumber to his unending reports. “Every information can be important for a specific cause, yes. But that doesn’t mean I have to read them all the same time. You control you vision Elain, not the contrary, remember that.  Learn to choose what you see. When you see it.”
“What can I use as an anchor?”
“Anything you want.”
“Hold me.” Elain doesn’t know who is more surprised by the request, she or Azriel. She clears her throat. “Will you hold me if it gets too much? Will you bring me back?”
There's not an ounce of hesitation in his answers. “Always.”
His determination reminds her of a turbulent escape from behind enemy lines, the fear of eminent death, her resolve to at least help him to get out. Ready to let go of his neck if it meant he could fly out of there without the extra weight. Azriel had to live, no matter the cost. She needed him to.
Their sessions began with a quota of formality that never lasted till the end. Azriel was a firm teacher, yes, but he was also gentle and patient, smiling at her attempts to slack off, amused with a few small complaints. He even joked and laughed at her expenses. Physical Touch proved to be an anchor that worked nine times out of ten. Except that this anchor didn’t please her very much.
Their goal was to have him touch her as little as possible, because that would mean she was gaining control over the powers. Elain trained alone every chance she got, trying bother him the minimal possible, but it was hard to progress without someone to bring her back. Elain was growing frustrated from the constant failing.   
“I don’t know if this is the right choice.” she confessed apprehensively.
Azriel’s hand laxed in hers
“Do I make you uncomfortable?”
“No! No, I fine with you, believe me. I trust you with my eyes closed,” she wiggled her brows, “quite literally. I just… I don’t want to keep depending on other. I want to be stronger.” Elain didn’t mind Azriel touching her, but Azriel wasn’t by her side all day long, no one was. All it took for Touching to be an unreliable crutch was she being alone. “I want to be strong like my sisters.”
“You are.” His proud tone didn’t escape her. “Let’s try something else. When the next wave comes, don’t wait for my touch,” he instructed. Elain relaxed her limbs, breathing deeply, his woody scent tickling her nose, calming her anxiety. “Think about the place you are, describe it in your mind. Furniture, shapes, color, smells, if there are people describe them too. Recall their clothes, conversation, mannerism. All that is information to keep you anchored, accurate as touching, without having you at the mercy of others. Sounds better?”
She nodded eagerly.
“Give it a try.”
“Yes, master.
Their carefully constructed bubble of concentration is popped in the blast of a canon. Wide-eyes mirror each other as their heads snap to the side. Shock, surprise, confusion. Different emotions cloud the air.
“What?”
"What?"
Elain keen ears capture the smirk in his tone, making her painfully conscient of the word she used, a word Nuala and Cerridwen say so much she picked up by habit, a word she only used as a joke when her friends were around.
“Say that again.”
His amusement fades as quick as it came. There’s a change in the air, subtle, or maybe she’s the one who is still learning how to identify it. Is this what they call a scent-change? Night-chilled mist mingles with something thicker, spicier, darker. There’s a dryness to her mouth there was not there before, the picked-up pace of a heart beat sounding almost indecent in strong gallops at her ear. Is it hers or his? Gods, she hopes is not hers.
Elain disentangle herself from him, sitting straight as an arrow, tense, smoothing her hair in a nervous habit. Azriel props himself on his elbow, watching her.
“The girls–” she stammers, not able to look at him. “The girls call you – I hear all the time, so – you know – you trained them, and now you train me –”
“You think this is training?” All color drains from Azriel’s face. His anxiety confusing her.
“Yes...?” Now he’s laughing at her, his leathery wing hitting her back, bumping her forward as he spams on the rug.  “I don’t understand, you offered to train me,”
“I offered to help you. We spend time together anyway, improving some skills while at it doesn’t hurt.”
“I thought these were training sessions,” Elain mumbled, feeling self-conscious. “You helped me stretch and everything.”
“You said you neck was stiff from pruning the buds.” He quipped, attentive hands finding her shoulders, gently settling her back down, “you can’t be my apprentice, flower.”
Flower.
The endearment skittered across her skin like one of his curious shadows. It wasn’t the first time he used it, but Elain thanked the mother for being on the floor, because her knees were set on giving up every time he did.
“There are lines to be kept in a mentorship. Lines I do not wish to trace with you.” For a moment there it feels like he’s on top of her. “If I made you feel like a trainee up to this point, let’s get that cleared out of the way, shall we? I can be your master any time, but you are not my trainee. Bear that in mind.”
Elain clutches the rug, eyes rooming over his wings, looming wings that expanded under her attention, spreading proudly to their full extent. They take over the room, drooping things she can’t see or care about, shadowing everything beneath him including her. His hands are on either side of her head now, not a fleek of green in his darken gaze, zeroing on her.
Burning cedar invades her lungs, or maybe she’s the one burning up, imaging what it would feel like if he closed the distance and kissed her. Her face flushes. With a shaky breath, Elain gathers her flitting courage and ask,
“If I’m not a trainee, what am I?”
His wings snap back shut, Azriel settling on the floor, a tamed beast retracting into its cave. His answer is short, simple, declaring the five letters word capable of compassing all the feelings he couldn't find words to describe. 
“Elain.”
It probably was.
Because she had a six letters word worthy of the same feature.
“Are you ready?”
“I am.”
“Good. Close your eyes.”
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biggest-simp-eversposts ¡ 8 months
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Made of Ivory and Gold
Lucio x Reader
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Part 1 —> Part 2 —> Part 3
Summary: You let your insecurities get the best of you, causing problems in you and Lucio’s relationship… Or Lucio is stupid, but you are stupider.
AN: Heyyy pookie bears😚😚 I’m here with food for you🤭 specifically the Arcana fandom because we are literally dying but I still love it. Yes, I did write this because I redownloaded the game after two years of not playing it💀 hope y’all enjoy it🫡💖💖💖 (Also I didn’t realize Lucio was a Capricorn till after writing the first chapter (December-January) so I made the ball a New Year’s Eve ball but that would also that is probably around his birthday and he would have the masquerade😭😭😭 just don’t think about it)
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It had been 6 months since you and all your friends successfully bound the devil and stopped his evil from spreading. You and Lucio had been enjoying life to the fullest and adventuring full time ever since. As it was getting closer to the new year though, it seemed you and Lucio deserved a break from adventuring, a time to go home and visit all your friends. It so happened that Nadia was hosting a party to celebrate the new year, you knew Lucio could never pass up a party.
As soon as you two entered back onto the streets of Vesuvia you could feel the breeze change, the scent of pumpkin bread wafting through the air, a wide grin stretched across your face. You turned to Lucio who matched your expression.
“It's good to be home,” you whisper to him, leaning your forehead to his.
“It is indeed,” he grabs your hand tightly and interlocks your fingers. The two of you make your way through the streets you know well. Not much has changed since you two had left the city. Something that definitely hadn't changed was the stares, at Lucio of course. As you walked past shops and stalls people would turn and ogle at him, mouths slightly agape. How could they not, he was the (ex) count of Vesuvia, restored to his full glory after dying of the plague, plus he helped save the city. Sometimes they got to you though, you were always next to him, so it was inevitable that people would look at you as well. You wish you knew what they thought of you, as immature as it sounds. You didn’t think you were nearly as attractive as Lucio, as strong, as powerful, as confident, as charismatic, so what didn’t people think when they looked at you with him. Lucio speaks, pulling you out of your thoughts.
“We’re here” he says softly to you, noticing how distracted you seemed.
You both now stand outside Asra’s magic shop. You step inside and a familiar feeling washes over you, warmth and magic in one.
“Just a second,” Asra yells from the back of the shop. They rush to see who has entered the shop.
“Y/N, your home!” Asra brings you into a tight hug, you wrap your hands around their back and bury your face in his neck. “We missed you,” he mumbles into the hug. Before you can ask who “we” is, Faust shimmies her way from inside Asra’s scarf.
“Oh Faust, how I missed you!” you say as the snake slithers up your arm, releasing Arsa from your embrace. As you play with the little snake, Lucio and Asra make tense eye contact, nodding at each other. A silent deal to not cause problems for your sake. After you had chatted with Asra for a minute, a royal carriage pulled up in front of the shop.
“That’s us,” says Lucio, grabbing your things to put in the carriage. As he steps out, you and Asra share one last hug before waving goodbye and stepping out the door. You hop into the carriage with Lucio and make your way to the palace. You gaze wistfully out the window as the carriage takes you to the palace. Lucio could tell something was off about your mood since you had gotten there.
“Darling,” he puts his human hand on your shoulder. “Is something wrong?” you turn your face from the window and look at him.
“It's just a bit strange to be home after being gone for 4 months, that's all,” you have a soft smile on your face as you tell him. You turn your body and lay your head on this shoulder, closing your eyes. You feel him put this arm around you and lay his head against your own. He rubs his hand up and down your arm.
“So,” he lifts his head a bit. “Are you excited for the ball,” You could hear the excitement in this voice, but in all honesty, you could care less about the ball. Big functions like balls and parties were never really your thing, surprising you ended up with Mr. Party Animal.
“Mmm, I'm more excited to see Nadia,” Lucio scoffs at your answer.
“Noddy is great… but not better than a party,” you giggle at his reply.
“I bet she picked out great outfits for us though,” you say, Lucio hums.
“Her taste is not bad… not as good as mine though, right?” He shifts to look you in your eyes, you stare back at him.
���No one could beat your taste Lucio,” You lean in and give him a soft kiss on the lips. Before you can pull back though, Lucio grabs the front of your shirt and pulls you closer, deepening the kiss. He pulls back to where your lips still brush.
“You clever thing, I see what you did there,” he calls you out with a smirk.
“Whatever do you mean, my count,” you fain innocents, a devious smile takes over your face before Lucio pulls you back in for a feverish kiss. He pulls you closer and into his lap, his lips leave yours and trail along your jaw. But before anything else can happen, the carriage stops outside the palace and the door opens. You and Lucio get out, your face still hot from what had just conspired in the carriage.
Lucio and you are led up to Nadia’s private balcony. She greets you with a tight hug, and Lucio with a tight lipped smile and curt nod. She urged you to stay with her and have tea.
“So, how has the road been,” she asks, bringing her cup to her lips. You tell her what you have been up to, Lucio interrupts every other word to say how cool you two are. After an hour or so of catching up with Nadia, and learning about her developing relationship with Portia, she has to return to her work. You and Lucio find your way to the guest room the two of you will be living in for the next month. You walk in and flop face first onto the bed. You hear Lucio laughing behind you.
“Tired already, my gem?” Lucio sits next to you on the bed, you turn your head to look at him.
“As much as l love our adventures, 4 months of non-stop traveling makes me tired,” You grumble out, Lucio laughs again.
“I’m excited to relax as well, but not as excited as I am to party,” he says, standing up and walking over to the closet. Your eyes follow him. “It's been 6 months since I last went to a party, and we didn't even get to enjoy our time at the masquerade,” he opens the closet, inside hanging two outfits picked out for the both of you.
“I guess it is hard to have fun when the devil is trying to destroy the world,” you stand up and go over to the closet with him. You take out yours and Lucios outfits, laying them on the bed.
“Yours could use more gold… besides that, these are perfect!” Lucio says, clapping his hands together. Your outfit is a midnight blue floor length dress. It simmered like nothing you had seen before and had a mighty slit up the side. Lucios was a gold and white suit decked with gold gems, accompanied with a long gold cape.
“These are beautiful Lucio… I told you Nadia had good taste,” you say before leaning over and wrapping him in a hug. He retired the hug, resting his chin atop your head.
The ball was only 3 days away now, and you couldn't say you weren't nervous.
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toomuchracket ¡ 11 months
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omg happy birthday angel!
just going to now be forever thinking about ross’ shy girlfriend (because im painfully shy and triggered jk) maybe he throws her a surprise party just to watch her cheeks turn pink and to have her curl into him all night because she’s trying to hide even though she knows everyone there and loves everyone but really would rather not be the center of attention, but ross says birthdays are the exception
thank you lovely 😚😚 this is so cute!! while everyone wants you to have the best day, i fully think the band would be split into two camps on whether or not a surprise party for you is a good idea. on the pro side: ross (loves you more than anything, is obsessed with celebrating you AND making you all blushy and cuddly-shy) and george (has a new mix he wants to share with everyone at an Event, offers his and charli's house as the venue). on the con: adam (fellow introvert, genuinely cares about your wellbeing), matty (mr "wot if i've got like an 'eadache" surprise party hater, thinks ross is being sadistic "and not in a way she'd enjoy") - they begrudgingly agree to it because ross is so genuinely lovestruck at the idea of celebrating you (which tbf they wanna do like you're their lil sis) and he's promised he'll keep the guest list tiny so as to not overwhelm you. and ross tells you you're going for a somewhat fancy dinner, so you're in a cool outfit and your hair looks great, and you're a little bit confused when the taxi pulls into george and charli's street; ross covers it up by saying charli wanted to give you your gift from her tonight, so he thought you should swing round and get it before going out (and she did say in her birthday text to you that she was desperate to see you and celebrate, so you don't question it). it isn't until you're welcomed into the house by the hosts that you figure something's up - it's dark, suspiciously quiet, and your stomach drops in realisation just as the lights flick on and there's a huge cheer of "surprise!" from the band (touring musicians included) and carly and your closest friends. you immediately cover your face in your hands and turn to ross, hiding in his chest and punching him once in the arm like "you're so fucking mean why would you do this to me!! - he just giggles and hugs you like "because you're cute and you deserve to be celebrated on your big day. happy birthday, my love". and you cling to him the whole night, blushing as everyone takes turns talking to you (adam and matty make it abundantly clear that they were not on team surprise, but they both sweetly tell you they're glad to be celebrating (with) you) and giving you gifts and getting you drinks - ross is like "i mean i genuinely find it adorable, but why are you so shy tonight? you know and love every person in this room, and they all love you", and you're like "just don't do well with being centre of attention is all". and he's like "no i get that, believe me, but it's your birthday, babe! you should have the spotlight", and you're like "honestly i'm having a lovely night i'd just rather cling onto you the whole time", to which ross kisses your head and says "well, i certainly won't complain about that" awwwwww <3
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eddiemunson-fanfic ¡ 1 year
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I dream of you.
Eddie Munson x Plus Size!FM!Reader
Warnings: car sex, modern!day Eddie, handjob, p in v, awkward boner, creampie, switch(?), squirting.
This is inspired by a conversation I had with @banishededdie, thank you for inspiring me 😚💚
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Eddie Munson was a real dream. You met online, and been talking for a while. You both wanted to meet eachother, but never had the time with his work schedule, and you being busy with your own life, it never really worked out. But you decided after a long time, that you wanted to give it a try.
You wanted to surprise him, and by all the fantasies he's been sending you almost daily after a while of texting back and forth, that you couldn't take it anymore. You wanted him, and it seemed like he wanted you too.
You both had been single for a while, well, he said he was the town freak, and that no one wanted to touch him, and that you were like a gift sent from god. He seemed like a keeper, and he always made you smile, no matter the circumstances.
You've been eachother's support system for a while now, and you couldn't imagine your life without him. If you guys didn't talk during the day, the day always seemed grey and boring. Even several miles away, he kept you happy, smiling, and you felt like a giddy school girl in love when you talked to him.
You've been talking together for a long time, and you finally decided you wanted to surprise him after several months back and forth with teasing, flirting and just general talking.
You were very excited for this day, and you've been planning it for weeks. You wanted to surprise him when he was at work, since he've been talking and telling you about all the places he would like to bend you over and fuck you until you couldn't form a coherent thought at all.
You learned his work schedule, you learned where he worked, you figured out the best way to surprise him was to come visit him at his work place, something that you both had been fantasizing about for quite some time.
You wanted him to do everything he told you he was fantasizing about. And the dreams he told you he had had during the night while he slept kept you on your toes every time.
You clicked instantly, and you're so happy you actually answered to his comments on a post you posted. You would do it all over again if you could.
"You sure you got everything?" your best friend said as she helped you with your luggage, putting it in the boot of her car, since she was going to drive you to the airport. She knew almost everything you and Eddie had been talking about, and she was very supportive of you finally getting a guy that seemed decent, and treated you as you deserved.
She was a bit negative in the start, since he was a complete random person hitting you up all of a sudden, and you never knew if he really was who he said he was. But all the doubt was forgotten when you got his snapchat and talked there for a while. But she got more and more excited for you as time passed, she was the one to help you plan this day too. She was the one who helped you being a detective and find out the best way to surprise him was.
"Yeah, but I think my sanity just left" you joked, as you took out a pack of cigarettes from your pocket, lighting one. Your best friend motioned for you to hand her one too, and you did.
"Stop it, it's gonna be alright!" she encouraged, and you huffed.
"You think he still wants me, when he sees... me" you said, suddenly self concious, knowing he had already seen most of you already. Especially after the facetime sex you've had several times.
"Hey, Y/N" she said sternly, making you look at her.
"He wouldn't keep on talking to you like he does if he wasn't interested in you" she tried to make you relax. It kinda helped, but you've been let down before. Guys talking big about how they love plus size girls, and then you turn up, and you're bigger than they thought. The look of disgust clear in their faces when they saw you.
"Stop thinking about them" your best friend said, and you hated her for knowing you so well. Just by looking at you, she knew what you were thinking.
"I know you've been with a lot of douchebags before, but I can feel it in my gut that this guy? He is the one, trust me"
You did trust her. She was always right when it came to stuff like this. But you were scared nonetheless.
He surely wouldn't play you like that, would he? He knew about all the douchebags that's been in your life, making you feel like you're not even worth looking at. But Eddie made you feel like the only girl in the world. He made you feel like you were sculptured just for him.
"Come on, let's get going, or you'll miss your flight"
The drive to the airport felt like an eternity passed before you could see the airport in the distance. It was gonna be just about an hour flight, but it creeped you out anyways. You hated flying, but for Eddie, you would travel the world.
"Call me when you get there, tell me if the car renting place is a bitch to find or not" your best friend kissed you goodbye, as you walked into the airport, checking in and finding the gate.
You sat there, looking out towards where the plane was suppose to be. You were an hour early, just for good measure, but you could feel your stomach chern deeply, and you felt like you were gonna throw up.
You were so anxious for this, and you could barely keep it together.
Your phone vibrated in your hand, and you smiled.
My king 💚 : Good morning, princess! I did sleep well, thank you so much! Any reason my queen is up this early?
He responded to your message from earlier, and chuckled a bit when you read the last part of his message. Oh, if only you knew you thought for yourself as you responded.
My queen 💚: I'm happy you slept well! Ready for the day to begin? Not any particular reason, just woke up earlier than usual 💚
He always sent you a good morning message, and you did the same to him. It was the best start to the day all the time. Waking up to a notification from him, him wishing you a good day, and telling you good morning. You daydreamt about waking up beside him several times, telling him good morning like that instead of messages.
My king 💚: I hope today will be less hectic then yesterday, but I'm looking forward to facetiming you later 💚
Oh, my sweet Eddie, if only you knew.
"Flight 323 to North Carolina boarding"
They announced, and you stood up, walking over to the attendant, giving her your ticket, walking onto the flight.
Fuck, you hated this so much.
It's just an hour, relax. You tried to reassure yourself as good as you could. You will get to see HIM.
You reached your seat, and sat down, closing your eyes, zoning out as the flight went by.
You were so relieved when you could walk out of the plane, and onto safe grounds again. You unlocked your phone, trying to ignore the messages from Eddie, calling your best friend to give you directions of where to go to find the car renting place.
You arrived, and it was easy to find and fix your car ctually. You got a good car who could take you from A to B, and that was the most important thing.
You plopped in the address to the car shop Eddie was suppose to work at, and it said you were only half an hour away. Shit. You thought you had a bit more time to get ready, but rather sooner then later, you guessed.
You needed a bit more time, and called your best friend up again.
"Girl, I don't know if I can do this"
Your best friend huffed into the phone.
"Y/N, this is not the time to get cold feet, you're already there! How far away is it?"
"Half an hour" you gulped, and you could hear the wheels in her head churn, trying to figure out something clever to tell you.
"I know it's scary, but for how long have you been talking now?"
"A year and a half" you huffed, knowing you were being silly for being self concious about this.
"Exactly! It's a miracle you guys have made it this far without seeing eachother yet!"
You knew she had a point. Who in their right mind would play a girl like this, and turn her down when she showed up after everything you've been talking about? He did. Your subconcious tried to tell you. This wasn't about him, thid was about Eddie. You knew Eddie was better than that. You knew he wasn't a douchebag like all the other guys who wanted to get into your pants.
"Plus, he is way more mature and older than all the other guys you've been fooling around with"
"You make him sound like he could be my dad by the way you point out that he's older" you chuckled, and she laughed back.
"Sorry, you know that's not what I mean" she laughs, and you nod your head, laughing with her.
Ugh, you needed this, she always made you relax when you were anxious about something.
"Now, start the damn car, and go find your dream guy!" she encouraged you, and when you told her you would, she hung up, and you found yourself only 5 minutes away from his work place.
You saw a sign saying "Hawkin's body shop" in yellow neon letters, and drove off into the parking lot, parking a few meters away from the open garage door.
There he was. Leaning over a car as he fixed something or whatever. His curly hair up in a tight bun, as he stood up straight, wiping away some grease on his hands as he looked over to the person who stood beside him. Probably a customer.
His sweet smile that you loved so much, and you could almost hear his laughter from where you sat, admiring him in the car.
Okay, you can do this.
You encouraged yourself as you opened the door, quick to light a cigarette before someone walked over to you.
You didn't even notice it was him before he spoke.
"You need some help, miss?" he said as he looked down to the ground as he walked, his voice breaking a bit when he looked up and saw you.
His eyes got big, and you suddenly wanted the world to eat you up alive as you stood there, trying to cover your body even if you were fully clothed.
"Tell me I'm not fucking dreaming right now" he broke the silence as he walked to you slowly.
His arm softly touching yours as to test the waters.
"You're real?" his voice cracking even more, and you could see tears threatening to fall.
You felt bad for him, and embraced him in a tight hug, your head snuggled into his chest as you inhaled the scent of him. Oh, you could definitely get used to this.
His arms snaked around you, holding you close, almost as if he was afraid you would evaporate into thin air if he didn't.
"I can't believe it, you're really here?" he said as he pulled away from you to look at you before he hugged you close again.
"I have the most awkward boner right now" he suddenly said, and you chuckled.
"Oh, really?" you pulled away from him, as you looked down to his groin. He actually had a boner. His cheeks getting red as you looked up at him.
"What can I say, I finally have the girl of my dreams right in front of me, and she is NOT an imagination" he grinned at you, making you laugh as he leaned down to place a kiss on your lips.
There was no rush in the kiss at all, it was like he wanted to savour every single movement from your lips on his.
His lips on yours felt like velvet, and it was like they were made for you.
He pulled away after a while, and smiled down at you.
"I can't believe you're actually here" he said as his hand came up to caress your cheek, you leaning into the touch of him. Smiling at him.
"Neither can I" you smiled, and you just stood there looking at eachother, soaking in the view of one another.
"Eddie! You need to get finished with the job before you can.. Holy fuck"
Eddie turned around towards the person who were talking to him, and he chuckled. The same person who stood with him by the car in the garage.
"You already know who this is.." Eddie said, and the person just nodded towards you.
"But how?" the person said, looking back and forth between you and Eddie as Eddie shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't even know" he said, matter of factly, and the person reached an arm out for you to shake, smiling at you.
"Steve Harrington, at your service"
You shook his hand and chuckled.
"Y/N, Y/L/N" you said, as Eddie came beside you, an arm snaking around your waist as he leaned in to whisper something in your ear.
"I can't wait to fuck you"
Holy fuck. Hearing him say those words straight to your ear made something inside you ignite. You've heard those words before, but never like this. This felt so much different, and you could feel yourself clench your legs together. The power this guy had on you was unreal.
"You can get going for the day" Steve winked at Eddie and Eddie seemed like he forgot how to breathe for a second.
"I'm serious dude, finally she's here!" Steve bumped Eddie's shoulder, and Eddie nodded, dragging you towards what you guessed was his car.
"It's not much, but I've been wanting to take you in the backseat of this car for who knows how long" he said as he opened the door for you, smacking your ass as he helped you inside his van, closing the door after you, walking over to the driver side and climbing in.
He let out a breath as he sat down, closing his door as he looked at you, smiling.
"I can't believe you're really here" he said again, still in shock about you being here after a while, chuckling.
You leaned over to him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before pulling away.
"That real enough for you?" you teased, and he shook his head chuckling.
"You're driving me crazy, princess"
"Oh, do I now?" you smirked at him, and he gulped.
"What are you thinking about now?"
"Oh, you know.." you started, leaning over to unzip his pants. "Just sucking you off as you drive us to somewhere to get some food, I'm starving" you said as you cupped his dick, feeling him pulsing in your hand. "For more then just this beautiful dick"
"Fuck" he moaned, his head falling backwards as his hips bucked into your touch. "That feels even better than I'd imagine"
"That burger place you've been talking about" you said as you leaned over, tugging him out of his boxers as he sprung free, your lips lapping over his tip as he moaned.
"Yeah?" his voice breaking, trying not to buck his hips up into your mouth as you tortured his leaking tip.
"I would love to try that out, drive" you ordered, and he did just that, as your tongue traced the veins on his dick, before you took him as far down your throat you could from the position you were in. His hand landed on your head as he drove off, his hips bucking up into your mouth, choking you slightly.
"Fuck, princess, didn't think your mouth would be this perfect"
You hummed against his dick as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft, feeling your aching pussy getting wet just by feeling him in your mouth. Something you knew would happen.
You're happy you chose to wear that skirt he loved so much, because you always talked about how he needed easy access to bend you over every surface he could find, because he would always want to fuck you.
Your hand reaching down between your legs as you sucked him off, standing up on your knees to get a better position to suck him. You could almost get all of him down your throat this way, and you loved it.
So did he, as you could feel him pulsing already, ready to cum down your throat.
"Fuck princess, I'm gonna cum" he cooed, as you stilled completely, your tongue reaching out to lick his balls the best you could, and that was all he needed.
You could feel him pulsing, and hot liquid shot down your throat.
God damn, he tasted so sweet. You were already addicted to sucking his dick, and you could already tell he would be the death of you.
"Let me feel how wet you got, baby" he says when you pull away, remembering how you told him that sucking dick got you wet, and he wanted nothing more but to feel how wet you got for him. You lcking up every drop that escaped your mouth on your way up. You took his free hand, reaching down between your legs, helping him lapping up the juices covering your slit.
"Holy fuck" he practically moaned, feeling how wet you were for him before he pulled his fingers back, licking them clean as he smirked at you.
"You taste just as delicious as I thought you would, can't wait to devour that sweet pussy of yours later"
You loved when he talked dirty to you. It made always that devil in you ignite as he spoke, and you wanted nothing more than to just jump his bones right there.
"We're here by the way" he said, motioning his hands in front of you, as you looked out towards a small burger place that seemed very cozy. You didn't even realise he stopped the car.
"Let's go" you said, as you jumped out of the car, and Eddie coughed a bit, before he shoved himself back in his pants, adjusting a bit because he was still a bit hard, climbing out of the car as he walked up to you, pulling you in close, stopping you from walking further.
He lifted your chin so you looked straight into his eyes.
"I'm so happy you're here" he said, before he placed a soft kiss to your lips, pulling you even closer by your lower back, even if there was barely any space between you.
"Let's get inside, I'm starving" you say, pulling away from the kiss, your hands on his chest as you smile up at him.
"I thought you were handsome in the pictures you sent me, but god damn, you're even more handsome face to face"
There it was. The shy boy you managed to make come forward a few times when you facetimed. He was usually the one in control when you talked to eachother, but sometimes you actually managed to bring out the shy side of him, and you loved every second of it.
The one time he fell to his knees in front of the camera for you, begging to cum because he had been edging the entire day to pictures of you? You have never felt more powerful in your entire life.
He has the same tint of red across his face as that first time he fell to his knees for you on camera, and you loved it.
"Don't get shy on me now pretty boy" you teased, and he tried to keep his composure at bay as his eyes got big, hearing those words ignited something in him, and you would soon figure out the demon you ignited in him when you made him horny.
He slapped your ass, walking to open the door to the restaurant for you, bowing for you as he did.
"M' lady" he said, bowing, motioning for you to walk inside, and you did. He peeked up your skirt as you walked by, and he felt his erection struggle in his pants as he saw how your buttcheeks hugged your panties, and he got surprised when he saw that you were wearing the buttplug you've always talked about. Oh, you little tease, you gonna get it later. He thought to himself as he smirked. He would never get tired of that view. That was for sure.
He leaded you towards a booth in the back, away from prying eyes as he sat down beside you, close enough to feel the warmth radiate off of him as he sat close to you.
You leaned into his arm, and inhaled what you could of his scent. He was your favourite scent ever. You couldn't really tell what he was a mix of, but the scent of him made you feel comfortable and safe.
His hand came around yours, hugging you closer so your head was laying on his chest almost, kissing the top of your head as he inhaled the scent of your hair.
"What do you want to eat?" he asked, handing you a menu, as you looked up at him, smirking, cupping his dick.
"You, for one"
His eyes rolled back in his head, as he tried not to moan from your touch.
"But.." you started, pulling away from him, checking over the menu to see something that tempted.
"I'll take a bacon cheese with fries" you say, laying the menu back on the table, as a waitress came to take your order.
The entire time Eddie talks to her, you lean into him, cupping his dick, stroking softly underneath the table as he struggles to speak. The waitress looks like a questionmark the entire time as to why he struggles with talking, and you just smile at her.
"I'm sorry, but he got a bit of a stammer" you smile at her, as she walks away, Eddie looking at you dumbfounded.
"You know I come here often, right?"
"Woopsie" you say, acting innocent as ever, squeezing his dick softly, making his hips buck up into your hand.
"Fuck, princess, you drive me craz.." was all he could say as you unzipped his pants, pulling his erection out as you started to jerk him off under the table.
His hand around you squeezing your arm as he whispered out a "fuck" before his head fell back towards the wall behind him.
"Don't make a noise, or I'll have to stop" you said as you started stroking him a bit faster, as you kissed his neck, making him groan at your touch. His hips bucking into your hand as you jerked him off.
"What a pretty boy you are for me" you spoke softly into his ears as you nibbled on his earlobe, making him buck his hips into you more.
A small moan escaped, and you stopped abruptly, making him whimper from the loss of contact.
You smirked at him, tsk'ing at him.
"I told you to be quiet" you warned, just as the waitress came with your food, placing it on the table, looking at you quizzically, and then smiling at Eddie.
"Here you go, sweetie, the regular" she smiles at him, before walking away.
You looked at Eddie with big eyes, as he chuckled.
"I told you, I come here often" he laughed, as you gulped.
"I didn't think you'd be that kind of regular here tho"
"Sweetie, I've lived here my whole life, I'm the town freak, everyone knows who I am" he shrugged his shoulders at you, as he tucked himself into his pants again, digging into the food standing in front of him.
The rest of the time at the restaurant went uneventful as you both ate your food, sharing a milkshake at the end, as you spoke about how you had planned the entire thing with your bestfriend for months, and that you managed to keep him in the dark for so long too. You also told him you'd taken a week free from work, just for him, so you could spend time with him, and you could swear you saw tears threatening to fall as you told him.
"You're amazing, you know that? But you didn't have to take time off work just for me tho, princess" he reassured you, and you chuckled.
"Ofcourse I know I didn't need to, I wanted to!" you smiled at him, and he leaned in to kiss you, which you returned hungrily.
"Wanna get out of here?" he asked, and you nodded, not able to even register what was happening before he had pulled you out the door, paying for your meal, as he helped you in the car, before he walked over to the drivers side.
"I have the perfect spot we can go to if you want to? We can ofcourse go back to my place, it's up to you, my princess" he smiled at you, and you thought for a while.
As much as you'd like to go to his place, it could wait a bit longer, you had alot of time to explore.
"The spot you thought of would be awesome" you said, as his fingers interwined with yours as he started up the van, driving off onto the road, driving a few minutes away before you came to a wood area, where he drove off into, coming to a clearing where there was a lake in front of where he parked. You knew where this was, he had told you about it alot, wanting to eat you out under the stars at this lake.
"This is lovers lake, isn't it?" you smirked, and looked at him where he sat back, after parking the car, letting out a deep breath.
"It sure is, princess"
There was something else you wanted to do tho, so you climbed over, straddling his lap as he looked up at you, smiling, laughing slightly as he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.
"Something on your mind, princess?"
"I hope I don't smother you right now" you said, matter of factly. Compared to you, he was only bones.
"If you did smother me, and I died right now, I'd die happy baby" he said, squeezing your ass a bit, before he leaned in to place a soft kiss on your lips.
"But no, you're not smothering me, I can handle you baby" he said, reassuringly.
You sat down completely on his lap as he pulled you in closer with your lower back, making you come flush against him, your skirt hiking up your thighs, making your heating core flush against his erection. His zipper rubbing against your clothed clit.
You moaned slightly as his hips bucked up against you, as he smirked at you.
"There she is" he smiled, you knowing exactly what he meant.
"There's my needy princess" he smirked, kissing your neck, your head falling to the side, to give him more access as you grinded against him.
"I want you to fuck me" you said, and he moaned against your neck as he sucked a mark into it.
You snaked an arm between you, unzipping his pants, letting his erection free as he moaned at your touch, pumping him in your hand as you slid your panties to the side, teasing yourself with his tip, spreading your lips with it before you slowly made him slide inside you. You both gasped, him from the warmth and tightness of you, and you feeling him filling you inch by inch, stretching you out. He was certainly above average and it kinda stinged a bit, but you couldn't mind the pain at all. You needed him.
You sat there for a hot minute, just feeling him slowly filling you up, without moving, your pussy pulsing around him, him throbbing inside you. Your head buried in his neck as you moaned softly, breathing heavy in unison.
"Fuck princess, you're so tight for me"
"Fuck, you're so big"
You spoke in unison, laughing slightly by the comment of the other.
"Can I move?" he asked after a while, and you nodded your head slightly, moaning a soft yes.
You gasped when he pulled almost all the way out of you, before he pushed inside softly, hitting that sweet spot inside you.
"I'm not gonna last long, you're squeezing me just right, princess"
"I don't think I'll last long either" you spoke softly.
"You try to move, tell me if you're cumming, and we'll cum together, deal?"
You nodded, starting to ride him slowly, and you could feel the heat in your lower stomach rise, getting yourself close.
"I'm already gonna cum" you breathed, and he nodded, holding onto your thighs as he smiled at you.
"Just sit still, I'll do it" he reassured you, making you relax in his arms, one arm around your waist, as the other held onto your thigh, before he started to buck into you with a bit more force.
"Fuck Eddie!" you moaned, feeling yourself pulsing around him. His hips started to get sloppier as they slowed down, before you could feel him stop abruptly, as you came undone around him as he shot his load deep inside you, feeling him painting your spongey walls.
"Good thing we got a whole week on us, huh?" he joked as his breathing became normal, pulling you closer, still inside you as you leaned your head down onto his shoulder, chuckling at his statement.
"Yeah" you laughed.
You sat there for a while, feeling him still inside you as you just enjoyed eachother's company.
"I need a cigarette" he spoke, killing the silence as you chuckled. He lurked a hand inside his pocket that was around his knees by now, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, handing you one as he lighted his, lifting the lighter up to your face so you could light yours too.
"You wanna go outside, lay down, and look at the sky with me?" you asked after some time had passed, still sitting in his lap, as you cuddled close to his chest as he stroked your back softly.
"I would love to, princess"
You climbed off his lap, and walked out of his van as he followed, going to the back to pick up a few blankets he had and some pillows, before he took your hand and led you towards the end of the small gravel road you were on, finding the perfect spot to look at the sky without having trees in the way, laying out the blankets for you to lay down, as he watched you get comfy.
He smiled down at you, laying down, hovering over you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before he cupped your cheek, making you look at him as he placed a soft kiss to your lips.
"I can't believe you're really here" he said, as he laid on top of your chest softly, snaking his arms into your sides, holding you close. You both huffed softly, taking in eachothers presence, laying there, listening to the small waves in the lake, the birds flying about, chirping.
This. This was something you definitely could and would get used to.
"I wanna eat you so bad right now, you have no idea" he spoke, breaking the silence, making you chuckle as your hand played with his hair.
"Who's stopping you?"
That's all he needed. He didn't waste a single second before his head was between your legs, pulling your panties to the side as he inhaled the scent of your aroused pussy, glistening wet for him already.
"You still got some of my cum there" he said, as his fingers traced the small amount of cum leaking out as you clenched around nothing.
"But oh so pretty this is" he said as he pushed on your buttplug a bit, making you whimper.
He dipped his head down, licking up the combined juices of you, and hummed.
"Fuck, didn't know my cum could taste this good" he said, as you whimpered, trying to close your legs, trying to create some friction, but his hands stops you from closing them, as he looks up at you, circling his tongue on your clit as his brown eyes smiles at you.
"Oh, Eddie" you moan, and he hums against your clit, before he teased your aching hole with a finger, before pushing inside you, stretching you with his finger as he slid slowly inside you, curling it to hit that sweet spot.
Even if it's the first time you've spent together, he already knew exactly what your body craved, how your body craved him, and how he could work with you as he made you feel good. It didn't feel like a first at all, but oh so good he was with you and to you. Your toes curled, your breathing got heavier, and he inserted another finger, stretching you more as he pumped them inside you.
"I need you, Eds" you moaned, pulling at his hair as your hips bucked up into his face.
He chuckled, stopped licking your clit, as he still pumped his fingers achingly inside you, curling them just right to make you squirm.
"How do you need me, princess? Please, use your words, baby" he cooed, curling his fingers even more as if it was possible. Making you whimper and a moaning mess for him.
"Inside.. I need you... Inside" you moaned, and he chuckled, leaning down to lick your clit a bit more before he moved up to your face, hovering over you, his fingers still torturing you, as he placed a hungry kiss to your lips.
"I'm gonna cum if you..." you started, and it was already to late. You came undone on his fingers as he pumped inside you, his mouth eating up your moans as he rode out your high with you. Your legs started to shake, and you could feel that feeling of having to pee as you came undone.
"Shit baby, yes, that's it" Eddie encouraged you, talking you through your orgasm as you came on his fingers, the squelching of his fingers against your aching core became more powerful as you squirted around his hand, soaking him up completely.
"Yes, baby, that's my good girl" he kissed your neck as you came down from your high, pulling his fingers out of you as he rubbed small circles on your clit. You whimpered, trying to get away from his touch.
"Mm, please, sensitive" you whinced, and he nodded, stopping right away as he hovered over you.
He cupped your cheeks when your breathing became normal, and he smiled at you.
"I knew you sounded hot when you squirted, but god damn baby, that was even hotter having it be done to you by me"
You leaned into his touch, and smirked.
"What you do to me, Eddie" you breathlessly said, chuckling slightly as he smirked down at you.
"Oh, what you do to me, princess" he said, matter of factly, before kissing your lips hungrily.
"You still want me to fuck you?" he asked, reaching down to tug at his pants to adjust himself.
You nodded, and that's all he needed.
If being with him and feeling him inside you was a drug, you would be addicted.
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KAT!!!!! Congrats on 120 followers, so deserved!!! 🥳🎉❤️
please could i request
from the fluff prompts 10. “did you just kiss me?”
and from the smut prompts 3. “do that again.”
thank you! ❤️
MINDI MY LOVE THANKYOU 💖😚🤧💗
AAAHHHH this prompt do be so cute. Let me sprinkle some angst into it. Thankyou for sending it in 😚
Tags: angst, pure fluff, unresolved feelings resolved, Matt being the sweetest pretty boy 🤧, two dumb idiots in love.
Pairing: Matt Murdock x gn!reader
He is just being friendly. He is indifferent to you.
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You've been friends with Matt and Foggy ever since Karen introduced you to the attorney duo. You were assisting Karen with accessing some records and she thanked you by taking you to Josie's to meet Nelson and Murdock of Nelson, Murdock, and Page. You grew closer to the three over the months but felt an electric attraction to the handsome blind lawyer. You both flirted shamelessly every time you hung out at Josie's or at their little law firm. You were sure you had a crush on him and you were sure he had a crush on you, too. That hope went down the drain until Foggy told you about Matt's dating behaviours.
With that you shoved your stupid little crush on him into the back of the feelings closet and wiped your disappointment away. But a little bit of hope sneaked its way out and you were left aching every time you were around Matt. But neither of you made a move and that only contributed to your existing pain. Maybe you were just imagining things because someone was being genuinely kind to you.
Matt surely had a crush on you. He enjoyed the little moments you both shared. He caught himself looking forward to your presence, a giddy smile found its way to his lips every time you talked. The uptick of your heartbeat whenever he flirted back, heat surging through your body as you blushed at his compliments, accidental touches that leave him yearning for more of you were all he thought about when he lay awake at night.
But you stopped your usual flirty banter one day and Matt searched for his mistakes like a confused kitten.
Did I do something wrong? Or was it just my feelings playing a trick on me the whole time?
He didn't find an answer to his questions. But he didn't shove his feelings away, he just let it observe you from the corner of the room, letting it soak up the tiniest joys you bring him.
Foggy invited you to Josie's and you didn't pass up the chance of getting drunk, not when you were in the dumps. You happily accepted his invitation. Matt's usually not there with his friends and you assumed he just didn't fancy a night out; you weren't expecting to see him tonight. You walked in and your heart started doing its frenzy summersaults when you looked at Matt seated casually on the bar stool with a whiskey in his hands and sleeves rolled up exposing his thick forearms.
You took a deep breath and steadied yourself, giving yourself a mental warning. You shook your head to clear your thoughts and walked towards the bunch. You were greeted with hellos as you took your seat next to Matt. He smiled at you with his dimple illuminated by the dim lights in the bar as you greeted him back.
He looks so dreamy.
You tried your best to push any hopeful feelings away and got through the night without stumbling on your words and confessing your feelings towards Matt.
Matt offered to walk you back home and you didn't protest. That remnant hope was playing its games. Your walk back to your apartment was mostly silent except when Matt asked you something and you responded in a word or a phrase. Matt's heart sank with every cut-short response you gave him.
You stood in front of your apartment building wondering if you should say something. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish, your brain was not being able to form the right words.
Matt was still holding you by your elbow with an expectant look on his face. He could hear the way your heart was beating the whole night; he could feel the goosebumps adorning your skin whenever he brushed his arms or legs against you. But you were holding back and he didn't know why.
"Good night, Matt" you said half-heartedly, snapping him out of his thoughts.
When Matt didn't respond you gathered the broken pieces of your desire and turned around to head back into the building. Tears stinging your eyes as they slowly start forming and blurring your vision.
Matt was woozy with feelings. He caught your slipping arms and pulled you into his chest while his free hand tilted your jaw towards his face. He leaned in, head empty without a thought but you, and kissed you. You were too stunned to respond. He pulled back, shame flooding through his body.
"Matt, why? I- did you just kiss me?" you smacked yourself mentally for asking an obvious question.
"I'm sorry, I should've asked before I did. I just- it's...You've been distant lately and I'm sorry. I-"
"Do that again." You cut short his nervous blabbering and leaned your forehead on his. He wasn't indifferent. He liked you, too. And that small kiss burned all your worries away and boosted some confidence within.
Matt was processing everything that had just happened. He placed his lips on yours, again, and as his brain put the pieces together, he kissed you. His kiss was deep, trying to make up for the lost opportunities.
You kissed him back, humming into his mouth. His lips were warm and soft. They were plump in the city's cold night winds. You could taste a tinge of his whiskey in your mouth when he deepened the kiss.
Your arms locked themselves behind his head, hands running through his fluffy hair. Matt pulled you in by your waist, slightly purring into your mouth as your fingers scratched his scalp. His palm was caging your jaw in his hand, angling your face properly to taste more of you. His thumb drew small circles on your cheek and you felt yourself melting away in his embrace.
You pulled back from each other to gasp for air. A shy smile was tattooed on your lips as you looked at Matt returning the same expression. You stood there, forehead to forehead, silently giggling.
"I wish I had done that sooner." Matt broke the silence and chuckled.
"You should've but don't worry anymore, you can kiss me anytime you want to, now." you finished your sentence with an affirming kiss on the tip of Matt's nose. His face was flushed pink and the crinkles around his eyes added more beauty to him. He kissed you once more, twice, thrice before he finally let go of you. You gave him one last peck on his nose before you walked into your building. You glanced back to see Matt's blushing face smiling and looking toward you, the yellow streetlight making his features twinkle.
Gods, how is he so beautiful?
If oxygen wasn't such a necessity you both would spend an eternity in the throne of your lips feasting on the warmth you gave each other.
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lovelynim ¡ 10 months
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Nooo I'm so late!! CONGRATULATIONS ON 400 FOLLOWERS!!!🥰😚
If it's still possible, can I send a Medea and Helio ask, from your throne please? Yk how she basically raised him and trained him, so I'm thinking a new discoveries scenario? She definitely gonna figure it out at sometime, it's just a matter of when. If it happens in like more of the present time he'd actually combust like rip Heli.
Now that I think about it, he'd would get so red no matter whenever it would have been she'd found out. 😭 I hope you're ok with writing them, cause ik some people are a bit iffy about them, but they do have some soft moments together (flashbacks to that one episode where he was crying like a lot and there was a scene where it looked like he was sleeping on her shoulder in the carriage 😖🥺)
Thank you so much!! And again, Congrats on 400!! It's definitely deserved! 💓
Ahhh thank you so much for the support, Anon
AND THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST BECAUSE I WAS CRAVING FOR A CHANCE TO WRITE FOR THEM.
I love a girlboss and even if they had their problems, I really like Medi and Heli together huehuehue. Anyway, I want to see how this poll will end heheh
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“This kind of thing really annoys me sometimes,” Medea said, sighing out loudly as she leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes. After a whole evening reading and signing documents, studying each one to figure which would bring her state the best results, she still had to attend silly events that the other nobles would often come up with.
A few steps ahead, Helio was standing close to a mirror, still changing his clothes as he was getting ready to accompany Lady Medea to tonight’s event. 
The marquess was excited about the idea, barely able to hide how happy he felt to be the one accompanying her. Still, he tried to look as composed as ever, despite the slight smile on his lips and faint blush on his cheeks. “We could come up with an excuse, if you’d like,” he suggested, looking over his shoulder to look at her.
“No,” she sighed, turning her attention back to him, admiring his bare back and the reflection of his bare chest in the mirror. Medea leaned her face into her hand before resume speaking, “I don’t need them having another reason to speak ill of me.”
Helio smiled quietly, looking down as he continued to dress up, pulling his pants up to his waist height. “It would spread just a rumor as much, m’lady,” he muttered, hearing as Medea chuckled at his comment.
“A rumor will already spread like wildfire if we get to the ball late. People love to make assumptions over this kind of matter,” the duchess continued, noticing how her words sparked something inside Helio as his cheeks were slowly turning into a light shade of pink.
“W-what kind of matter, m’lady?” Helio answered shyly, giving her a look over his shoulder as he picked up the shirt he was going to wear.
“You know, Helio,” she said, amusing herself with his reactions, “the futile things they always say, ‘I bet they got late because they were making o-’”
“M’lady!” 
“Hahah, what?” Medea chuckled, standing up from her seat, “I mean, I do get why you wouldn’t want to have people assuming you did this kind of thing we me.”
“That’s not it!” Helio protested, noticing how he raised his voice just a few seconds later when he spotted the shocked look on Medea’s face. You can’t lose your temper like that, he thought, “I-I mean, it’s not that I’d mind this kind of thing, it’s just that… well, they wouldn’t be so bold to do it!”
Medea smiled softly at his panic, the more he tried to come up with a reason for it, the more he dug his own grave. It was almost too easy.
“Anyway, what’s taking you so long to get ready, Heli?” She said, returning to her composed and uninterested voice tone, making Helio freeze in place.
“A-ah, it’s n-nothing-”
“Do you need help?” Medea asked, in a more gentle tone, as she noticed his hands shaking, struggling with the buttons of his shirt. She smiled slightly, it was just typical of him.
“...if you would, m’lady,” he muttered, half embarrassed, half glad.
Medea walked towards Helio, taking his shirt into her hands as start working on the buttons. “You always struggled with these things,” she muttered, imagining that her teases only made things harder for Helio. Yet, as she continued to move up, she couldn’t help but also struggle with buttoning his shirt up. “Helio, stop moving so much,” she complained, looking up to his face.
“S-sorry, m’lady, it just feels a bit-”
“Ticklish?” She raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Are you ticklish, Helio?”
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simplydowntown ¡ 2 years
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salutations!! i am in desperate need for cheesy nice bf dustin fluff so if it's not too much trouble, could you write abt the first time dustin calls reader one of his dumb little nicknames and they like swoon and give him a fat smooch or smth? he deserves one😚😚
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STUPID NAMES
a/n: aw, salutation beloved anon!! this is so cute (yes dustin deserves a smooch) and yes, the nicknames i wrote made me cringe 💔💔💔 also, idk why, but for some reason tumblr makes the pictures i upload low quality 😭
“boo-boo! look at this!” you eyes shot open as awoke from your nap and got off the couch, so tired you didn’t register what dustin had called you. you reached his bedroom, standing at the door frame to see what he wanted to show you.
“wow dustin,” you whispered in awe, crouching down to the floor next to your boyfriend. he had built a castle out of legos, and it looked amazing. “that’s awesome.”
“well, boo-boo, after two weeks of procrastination, i’ve finally done it.” you froze, eyebrows raised, as you turned to dustin slowly.
“what’d you say?”
dustin tilted his head, his smile shifting into a small frown. “i did it?”
“no, before.”
“i procrastinated? hey, you do it too!”
“no, before.”
“boo-boo?” you pushed your lips together, trying not to laugh at the cute nickname. dustin huffed, rolling his eyes when he saw your reaction.
“fuck you.” you burst out laughing, a hand over your mouth to tone down your cackles. “y/n!” he whined, pouting as you fell to the floor.
“n-no, it was just a little funny, snookums.” dustin snorted, grinning as you began to kiss his cheek feverishly. “god, i’m swooning over here and you’re laughing? wow, honeybun.” you shook your head before laying down on the curly haired boy, smiling.
“you’re the best.”
“yeah, i am. now continue. show me the castle.”
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sumsebien ¡ 2 years
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two wrongs don't make a right // viktor
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summary: when viktor left the undercity for his dreams, he left his childhood best friend behind. what happens when, after many years and many mistakes later, they meet again in singed's lab?
pairing: viktor x fem!reader
warning: language
word count: 5.5k
a/n: fell in love with this man and wrote this. you have @milkbaer to thank for being a reason for me to watch the show in the first place and for the unconditional support all the time 🤧😚
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When Viktor told Jayce he was going to meet a friend, he didn’t think he would actually make it there. It had been years. And he had to make himself forget the path leading to that place. He promised himself he wouldn’t go there again. But that was easy to say when he was a child up until he became Heimerdinger’s assistant. He had been a young, hopeful man with a will, a desperation for discovery.
The place was the same as he knew it. It was the same gorge with sharp stone walls and a narrow stream slicing through. Though, something was darker and it wasn’t just the polluted waters. Something in the air had changed and perhaps, he understood it first hand.
Since he began testing Hexcore on organic matters, something became different. He was different. Desperate. Because he knew what he wanted the result to be. Augmentation. And there was only one person he knew that successfully reached that level of augmentation, the kind that might save his work, his life.
Viktor balled his fist, resting it against the door for a moment. With his other hand, he gripped tighter onto his cane, knuckles going white. A brief question of “What has it come to?” flashed before his mind. The answer was not enough to make him turn around and walk the other way. So, he knocked.
Moments later came a voice echoing from inside. Not the deep, raspy voice of Singed. A sweet one, as smooth and soft as honey. “Who is it?” When Viktor failed to answer, it continued, “I swear you don’t have to pretend to be polite, Silco!”
And then, the door flew open to reveal a young lady. She wore a stained apron over a boiler suit, goggles pushed halfway up her forehead. He didn’t know Singed had taken a project partner. The man always made himself out to be a lone wolf.
“You’re not Singed,” he said, a curious smile playing on his lips as he stood straighter.
Viktor was too busy noticing that she was not the scientist he was searching for to notice the striking resemblance she bore to someone he once knew.
But she did.
Through Y/N’s scratched lenses, in that shitty swamp green light, she could still pick out features of the boy that occupied her entire childhood. The amber eyes that had her past frozen forever behind them. As she peered into them now, she could still see the reflection of herself standing there in the rain, her heart broken and bruised. That girl had hoped for a boy who would stay, yet all he ever did was leave.
The odd silence between them made Viktor stop and think. She could hear the gears spinning in his head as he pieced things together. The look he threw her when he finally got it sent her into a frenzy of mixed emotions. And in the panic, she released her hand, letting the door swing shut.
Viktor was quicker, jamming his crutch into the closing gap. “Y/N, wait.”
Y/N didn’t wait for him, quickly stepping into her lab, sliding her goggles back down. She was not going to let him see her like this. He did not deserve to see her like this. She grumpily sat back down at her desk, lifting vials of Shimmer up and putting them down again.
Efforts to ignore the sound of footsteps growing in her direction failed when she sighed, looking at his shadow on the floor. “What do you want?” she asked, as unconcerned as her shaky breaths would allow.
“I wanted to talk to Singed-”
“Well, Singed is not here today. You might as well leave now.”
“Yes, I can see that. But I said “wanted”, past tense,” he said with a small laugh.
He grew an even bigger ego. She supposed that wasn’t so impossible, seeing that he was a big-shot scientist who resided in a palace on the better side of town. She must give it to him. He had the gall to walk in here uninvited, unwelcome after all those years of stony silence. Now, he expected her to listen to his needs?
She spun around in her chair. “Oh, my apologies,” she drawled, lowering herself into a bow before flickering her gaze upwards. “What do you want now? And how may I be of service to you, good sir?”
He seemed unaffected by her attitude. “You’re working with Singed?”
“Yes.”
“For how long?” he asked, leaning forward against his cane.
“Since you left.”
He shook his head. “No, that’s impossible.”
Y/N had a feeling the questions weren’t going to stop anytime soon. She returned to her work, for real, this time. Singed did leave a lot of notes that desperately need translating if anyone was going to be able to read them in the future. “Believe me, it wasn’t thanks to you. Don’t flatter yourself.”
He paused. “You helped create Shimmer? You helped weaponize it?”
“Just because they don’t pass my name around doesn’t mean I wasn’t there.”
“No, no. I’ve always known you were brilliant. But-”
The statement softened her heart, more than she thought anything from him could. She let her guards down, enough to turn and look at him again. But that was her mistake. Viktor was grappling with something. His gaze sweeping over the equipment, the notes on the wall, the skeletons on the shelves, Rio in the tank. For a moment, she was afraid of his opinion about her.
His amber eyes turned dark, tinged with the purple radiating off of the vials behind her. He continued, quieter than before, “Have you seen the people out there?” and then a bit louder, “Dying from this substance?”
These types of confrontations were sadly no longer foreign to her. When she joined Singed, she knew what she was getting herself into. And with time, she understood how the system worked. All the criticism, the hate? They were just noises, buzzes aimed to throw her off track. He threw her off track. And for what? For her to detach herself from her work - the one thing that would not betray her?
She felt fine being painted as a villain by her contemporaries. If that was what it took to change lives, so be it.
“Is that what you came here to do? Question my morals when you and your councillors don’t have any either? How very rich of you all.”
Viktor could scoff. His morals were absolutely fine. He and Jayce were trying to make lives better for people, from Piltover and Zaun, not trying to use them as lab rats. Y/N had no case against them and Hextech.
“That thing is dangerous as it is. Putting it into people’s hands, making it more accessible is dangerous!”
Y/N stood up, walking past him. His eyes followed her across the cavernous room. She dug around at another desk until her hands found a stack of paper, its edges frayed and curled. He recognized the font as she approached him once more. Piltover’s newspaper.
How did she get access to it from all the way here?
Y/N flipped through the pages one by one, reading them out to him. Dangerous experiment blows up Academy districts’ residential block; Inventor Jayce Talis found guilty of conducting illegal, deathly experiments against warnings of the Academy; A twist: Jayce Talis exonerated and given permit to continue research. And more recently, Progress Day’s speech promises little progress.
Y/N threw the newspaper at his feet. “Still, somehow, you think Hextech is safe? You sit on your high horse and you look down your nose at me. You think because you people got approved by six people, that makes your work noble and selfless. It’s all for profit, Viktor. Not progress or whatever the fuck you tell yourselves so you can sleep better at night.”
Viktor remembered all of those headlines. Especially the last one. Not because it was recent but because it was true. From what it sounded like, Heimerdinger was not handing the green pass to any of Jayce’s and his recent inventions any time soon. And their recent troubles with Hexcore which stubbornly would not seem to work despite all the runes he had racked his brains to come up with.
And how could he forget what Jayce said to him the other day? “Maybe Mel’s right. Maybe we shouldn’t sit on our asses and hope they won’t one day attack us. Maybe we should create our countermeasures.” Viktor had refused, violently. It was a ridiculous notion to even consider. They didn’t create Hextech so Piltover could use it against the people. But then again, they didn’t create Hexgates so the rich could get richer, for corruption to tear up the governments either. It happened anyway.
Could it be? Could it be that she had a point? That despite his intentions, he did play a part in creating new problems for the city to solve? And perhaps, even much greater ones now that his own partner, his dear friend thought it a good idea to get involved in warfare?
“Necessary sacrifices, wasn’t that what you called it when you left me for your great destiny’s calling?”
Viktor opened his mouth to answer her. The guilt that plagued him all these years for leaving her behind caught up with him. He was young and he was vengeful, knowing what Singed did to Rio. He did not know what he had until he lost it. He refrained from thinking about it, burying himself into his work. But in his dreams, he still saw her. He still heard his own voice echo back to him tauntingly, hauntingly.
“Please don’t go. Don’t leave me,” she had pleaded, terrified.
“It’s a necessary sacrifice, Y/N. You’ll understand, for me.”
Viktor left her there in the downpour. He left his childhood behind that day too. The most innocent and pure-hearted part of who he was. He didn’t even blink twice. He didn’t even turn around once. He was cruel then for what he did. And he was cruel now for having just realized what the biggest crime he had ever committed was. It wasn’t being unable to get Hextech out there, changing lives. It wasn’t failing to work out how to get organic matters to survive after being augmented by Hexcore. It wasn’t about science, at all. It was his betrayal. He betrayed her and he betrayed the boy from the Undercity slums.
He knew he was not going to get either back.
Viktor looked at the shaking hands that she tried to hide behind her back and those eyes that once spoke to him. Now they were shielding themselves from him, masking the pain and hurt with anger and disgust. He recognized it. He had that same, exact look in his eyes the last time he saw Singed.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’ll go. I won’t bother you again.”
“Do it,” she whispered. “That's what you always do.”
Viktor turned to the door, taking those painfully heavy steps. His chest tightened, his breathing grew shallow, his vision turned hazy. He wondered if this was what it was supposed to feel like when he walked away the first time. He made it through the threshold and then he collapsed. Fits of bloody cough left his weak body as the door closed itself behind him.
…
When he left, it was like another dimension had wedged itself into reality and stretched the space taller, wider, deeper. It swallowed Y/N whole as she stood with her back to the door. She could not look at him go. As much as she disliked it, Viktor could still hurt her. Though this time around, she had much more to lose.
She remembered what it took to get herself here. Singed, a famously cold and cruel man of science and reason, had to be there for her. He had only dealt with chemicals and numbers before. A heartbroken teenage girl was the last thing he expected to find in his lab. But even so, he tried to be there for her as a mentor. He sat with her on the floors, unable to say or do much. When she could hear sense, he would encourage her to find her passion within research. And it worked.
Y/N stopped crying and then gradually she stopped thinking about him. Shimmer was what mattered. It was going to be her legacy. Or at least that was what she thought.
In the deafening sound of machines whirling, she still heard a thump. She could not ignore it. She tried to, even sat back down her desk and scribbled two whole words down. And then she was up again, cracking the door open just a smidge to peer outside. That was when she found him on the ground.
Y/N gasped in horror, rushing to his side as fast as her legs could carry her. Viktor lay on his side, his crutch three paces away from him. There was blood on the floor in splatters, some above his lips. He was still breathing but it was weak and ragged, barely there. Y/N tried shaking him back to consciousness, calling his name, begging him to come back.
When none seemed to work, Y/N found herself wishing Singed had been here. He would have known what to do. He would have done it by now. An hour ago, she would have done it too.
But Viktor made her question a lot of things in his presence. She knew something was wrong when she began worrying about his opinion. It bothered her. She hadn’t had to second doubt her beliefs since him. This time it was the exact same. He appeared long enough to send her down the same path and then he left her to find her own way back.
Y/N slid her right hand underneath his arm, blindly feeling for his crutch with her left. She reached the middle of the lab and she stood, torn between Viktor and her work. It was always one or the other. She never had to think what would happen if Viktor was the one who needed the Shimmer.
She took one look at the Shimmer on the desk. It was the easy way out. She knew how to use it. She had watched Singed use it many times before, once on her. But it didn’t help that more than anyone, she knew the cost, the possible complications, the things it did to a person.
The risk was far too great a cost.
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When Viktor opened his eyes, he thought he would be right where he had fallen. He actually thought he wouldn’t wake up at all. He definitely didn’t expect to wake up, still breathing and tucked into a warm, comfortable bed. Although he didn’t feel all that well, his mouth dry and his mind foggy, he felt better than before.
The reason, he supposed, was the mix of herbs that flooded the room with its therapeutic aroma. There were steaming buckets everywhere on the floors.
Once Viktor had registered that this was all real and not a fever dream, he began noticing things around the room. Taped on the curved ceilings and the walls were sketches and notes. The small, cramped space he was in was just big enough for a twin-sized bed, a dresser, half a desk and a stool where he found most of his clothes neatly folded. Viktor gulped, only just now realizing that he was almost naked in someone else’s bed.
When he heard the crack of the door, he closed his eyes again, turning his face towards the wall. He heard a sigh, footsteps and a thud. Another bucket he would imagine. The mattress dipped. Another sigh.
“What did I do wrong?” he heard Y/N say. Quiet as a whisper. She leaned in to hear his breathing. The smell of her shampoo filled his nose and he prayed she didn’t notice how fast his breaths were. “Uneven breathing,” she said. And then he felt a soft hand on his forehead, her hand. “Forehead is not hot.” Her hand moved to cup his cheek and he had to fight the urge to blush. Although, he wasn’t sure how well he could control that.
“Viktor, can you-can you hear me?”
Y/N had hoped for an answer. She did everything she could remember. Back when she lived on the streets, by the mercy of a lady who ran a bathhouse, she’d seen people, sick people walk out of saunas healthy and strong. She didn’t have every single exact herb that they had but what she kept all these years in a tin box beneath her bed should be enough for now.
Viktor should wake up soon. He had to. Maybe it was just a waiting game. That was all. He would come back to her. She had her worries, though, about the bags under his eyes. They were dark cool purple against his stark white complexion. This was not his illness. This was his doing.
She brushed her thumb over his sharp cheekbones. He looked so tired. Even now as Viktor rested, he still didn’t look at peace. She let her hand fall from his cheek to adjust his blanket. Smoothing the linen over his chest, she thought about bending down and kissing his cheeks.
Y/N didn’t. She just thought about it. Instead, she went to stand up. He was going to need some food and water when he woke up. But she couldn’t move. A hand had slipped into hers and tugged her back.
And just as she hoped, Viktor blinked back at her. She didn’t know how much she had missed the glint in those golden eyes until she thought she might lose them forever.
Y/N squeezed his hand, blinking back the tears that threatened to slip right down her cheeks. “Oh, you’re still alive!”
Viktor smiled. “You didn’t want me to die?” he croaked in his sleep-laden voice.
“So you can leave me for the third time? Still unbelievably insufferable, I see. You must be fine. Thank God for that.”
Viktor took a moment to look at their intertwined hands by his side. He was going to savour it. After all, it was everything that his younger self had ever wanted to do. Then, he flicked his gaze up to meet hers.
“Thank you, Y/N. Not God.”
She nodded. “You’re welcome, Viktor.”
Despite his wishes, she slipped from his hold, going to grab him some clothes in the corner. He slowly sat up, observing her notes a little closer. Her work was bold and daring. Whatever she was working on with Singed had surpassed his own studies in terms of speed. They were almost at the finish line. There was only one thing that bugged him. It was that she did not use this new Shimmer byproduct on him.
“You didn’t do it,” he said. “Why not?”
Y/N frowned when she caught him moving. She didn’t answer his question right away, rushing over to drape a button down shirt over his shoulders. “Yes, that will do.” On her arm, she hung a pair of loose pants. She held it up and eyed him up and down. Viktor blushed, holding the collars of the shirt together with one hand. “This may be a bit too short for you but it’s all I have-”
“Y/N. It’s perfect.”
She grinned. “Alright. Change. I’ll be back with tea.”
Viktor felt guilty to see Y/N haul two huge buckets of water on her way out. He wanted desperately to help but there wasn’t much assistance his lanky arms could offer her. So he just changed into the clothes. The white shirt was a tad loose than what he was used to and the dark blue pants only came up to his ankles but he liked them. It was different.
When Y/N came back, she took a pause to look at him from the doorway. He had swung his legs off the bed, a loop-sided grin on his face. And he held his arms out to show her the outfit, wordlessly asking her what she thought with a small raise of the eyebrow. He looked handsome in the outfit he wore when he came in, the tight-fitted pinstripe burgundy shirt, ivory vest and scarlet tie. But in this billowy white button up and ill-fitted pants, he looked younger. He would make one hell of a poet or a bard.
Y/N gave a small laugh. “You look good,” she said, handing him a cup of tea before sitting down by his side. After a moment, she spoke again, “You asked me why I didn’t use the Shimmer.”
Viktor cradled his mug, turning to her. “Yes. Isn’t that what you are working on?” He gestured to her notes on the wall.
“It is.” Was there anything this man did not notice? She opened her mouth and then closed it again, unsure of what to tell him. The truth, perhaps? That she questioned everything she had been working so hard for? That she second guessed the very thing she had been obsessing over until all she could dream about was getting the formula just right?
His quizzical gaze didn’t help either.
With much hesitance, she finally heaved a sigh and said, “I’m going to show you something. But you have to promise me you won’t freak out, alright?”
He nodded. She trusted that he wouldn’t be scared. He was an inventor himself. If anyone could understand, it was him. Y/N placed her mug down on the bedside table and slowly rolled up her left sleeve to reveal the contraption that had saved her life just as easily as it could take it away.
Viktor observed the thick silver cuff that sat right above her elbow. It was carved out intricately with rhombus-shaped pockets where Shimmer flowed through. Her veins on her left arm were lit purple but as they travelled down her arm the colors paled and the shine dulled until it blended perfectly into her skin tone. That was why he failed to notice it.
She was observing him, chewing on the insides of her cheeks. “It saved me from the same conditions you suffer. But it drains me of my energy some days. Other days, it makes me overly antsy, I say things I don’t mean, do things I don’t remember afterwards.”
“Y/N-”
“You were right before, Viktor. It’s unpredictable, unstable, unsafe. And ever since I’ve had it, I’m dangerous too. I really didn’t want you to suffer even more.”
It broke his heart to hear her say that. He would rather her disagree with him. He really didn’t mind an argument, as long as she was defending her work. He could tell she had believed in Shimmer when she talked about it to him earlier. Exactly like any scientist who was worth a damn should.
While Viktor might not share that belief in Shimmer, he had his own in Hextech. And he had heard himself in her voice. He had fought for Hextech against unimaginative government officials and skeptical rivals for years. Still, he had never felt drained after those talks. Not like how he felt recently, having to convince himself to believe in what he was doing.
He put the mug down on the floor and took her hand, holding it in both of his. “Not to me. Not dangerous, no. You saved my life, Y/N. Even though you had every reason not to.”
She smiled before taking her hand back, playfully bumping her shoulder into his. “What about you? And who’s this Jayce Talis that has replaced me?”
Viktor rubbed his hands together, looking away to hide the inevitable disappointment that crossed his face after she retrieved her hand. He scoffed, “No one could replace you. You know that.”
“I suppose I do,” she laughed. “Do go on, though.”
“Right well, Jayce had his apartment blown up. I was there to confiscate all the research-”
Such typical Viktor behavior. “Let me guess, the research intrigued you.”
“Precisely,” he nodded, a glint in his eye at her correct guess. “I helped him figure out some calculations to convince the Council not to destroy everything he made. We became partners in research after that.”
The story didn’t sound like the one she had pictured in her head. From all the evidence she had pieced together, she’d always thought Jayce was the main researcher. She would imagine that he had help from his assistants, but not that of a research partner.
“So let me get this straight. You saved his ass and his work. Became associates. Invented all this awesome technology together. Yes?”
“Correct.”
“So, how is it that we only hear about Jayce Talis in the papers? Your name should be everywhere.”
He shook his head, brown hair falling over his eyes. The idea humored him. “Ah, well, I’m not exactly the face people would like to see first thing in the morning over breakfast. Besides, science is what matters. I’m happy as long as I can create.”
Y/N felt oddly protective of him. He never stood up for himself in situations like these. Even as kids. She was always the one to speak up when the bigger kids shoved him around. She wondered all these years whether he had anyone to remind him not to take shit from people. Something told her that he didn’t.
She decided to leave it alone, though. He did sound like he no longer wanted to speak of the issue. “And are you? Happy?” she asked, instead.
He twiddled with the handle of the mug, looking away again. And she knew his answer before he gave it.
“I am. But the Academy is not this fantastical place I had imagined. There, politics ruled science. Things take decades for approval. At least things that are actually practical to the people.”
Spoken just like the Viktor she knew. Always so unwavering in his quest to improve conditions for people. They shared the same dream, still. Only thing was that they had taken different paths, away from each other.
Y/N leaned into his side, resting her cheek against his shoulder, “I guess not everything turned out the way we thought it would.”
Her voice was soft. Her hair was also soft. Viktor sucked in a breath. She had never been so close before. Made it hard for him to think. “I guess so.”
“Was there anything you would have done differently?”
“Many things. I wouldn’t have left you.”
She lifted her head just to give him a look. “Oh, you don’t need to say that. I forgive you. All is well.”
“No,” he said with a firm shake of the head. She needed to know how he felt. “I shouldn’t have left you. If I could change things, I would have brought you with me to Piltover. ”
Y/N was still smiling, joking around. “And do what? Be a librarian?”
“You could, if you’d like. Or you could study at the Academy. Become a champion of Piltover.”
She tapped her mug against his, reminding him to drink before taking a sip. “And where do you imagine yourself? In this dream?”
“I could be your associate. Or your assistant. Either way, you would be much better company than Jayce and Heimerdinger combined.”
It sounded like an absolute dream to him. The two of them, together, in a lab. Their desks filled with messy notes and coffee cup stains. He’d be tinkering away at his desk while she wrote on the board, mumbling the calculations. And at the end of the day, she would go home with him to their humble apartment. They would have a quaint, lovely existence outside of work. Perhaps some kids. Though, she probably didn’t need to hear the last parts.
“Sounds like we’d spend a lot of time together, then.”
He nodded. All the time, for eternity. “Like when we were children. Remember?”
Y/N placed her mug down and casually said, “I had the biggest crush on you when we were children.”
Wait, what? He shook his head. What did she just say?
“I never had the courage to tell you. You were very angsty and cold as a teen. I was scared you might think I was dorky.”
This was outrageous. For the record, he never thought she was dorky. He thought she was splendid, intelligent, gorgeous and for sure, out of his league. She deserved someone better than a sickly crippled kid. Selfishly, though, he still wanted to know if there was ever a hint of a chance that his fantasy might have been more possible than he thought.
“And has time fundamentally changed this…eh...fact?”
She shrugged, gaze faltering. “I wish it had.”
Viktor didn't have enough time to process his dream actually coming true before she turned away, rising to her feet. “Um, tea’s cold. I should-”
“No!” he almost shouted. Y/N looked back at him with wide eyes. He ought to say something more. Soon. ”Stay, please. I-I have always liked you too. No, more than like. I like you strongly,” he managed to say before he got cut off by a coughing fit.
He attempted to apologize again but she shook her head, nodding at the mug. He brought his lips to the cup, testing the temperature of the liquid. It was just warm enough not to burn his tongue off. Viktor took a gulp, one that was entirely too large.
While he drank, she raised her eyebrow and asked, “You like me strongly?”
“I do. That was a poor choice of word. I meant that-” he sighed. “What I wanted to say-”
Her hand cupped his cheek, quieting his mumbling immediately. His skin was on fire under her touch. It was quite funny to watch him sigh in frustration, running his hand through his hair, messing it up. She would have stayed still and watched him work each word out one by one. In her defense, he looked awfully adorable. But she supposed that was a bit cruel.
“I love you too, Viktor,” she said. “And I regret not telling you that when I had a chance. As I regret not doing this sooner.”
She brought her lips to his, closing the gap between them in one blink of an eye. He tensed up when she did, taking a second or so before relaxing entirely. He then sighed against her kiss. And she smiled. How long had he been waiting for this?
Y/N wished she could see his reaction but then again, feeling his lips on hers was enough to send her reeling for days to come. She had committed everything to memory by the time the kiss ended, in case it never happened again. But she had a hunch that this was not going to be the case at all.
Viktor was still holding his mug when she pulled away. And it made her laugh. She took it from him, placing her lips exactly where he did. Slowly. Full of intention as she drank from his cup, sending a little wink his way.
“Y/N,” he said, his eyes shamelessly on her lips before flickering up to meet her eyes.
“Yes?”
“If I asked you to go with me, start a new life, leave all this behind, what would you say?”
She didn’t want to disappoint him. But she didn’t want to give him the wrong idea either. Viktor was the love of her life, once. In many ways, she loved him still and would always continue to do so. But she had a life here, responsibilities that awaited her. And she wasn’t exactly the type of person who would walk out on her mentor who also saved her life.
Y/N opened her mouth, rejection on the tip of her tongue. But when she saw the big eyes gazing at her, full of hope, dreams and potential. She found herself thinking about spending the rest of her life looking into them, having them be the first thing she saw in the morning and the last thing in the night. Wherever they lived, long as they were together, they would be happy. But even the best-laid plans of mice and men oft go astray.
“Then I’d say two wrongs don’t make a right, Viktor.”
To her surprise, he didn’t frown or scowl or look at her with puppy dog eyes, begging her to change her mind. The gleam of hope didn’t diminish at all, even despite her obvious rejection.
“Ah, but that’s the thing about us, scientists. You see?” he said, looking up at her notes on the ceiling. “All these notes hold an infinity of what-ifs on them. That’s all they are, if we stop at thinking and planning. But we don’t, do we?”
Viktor touched her cheek, running his fingertip along her jaw until he reached her chin. There, he stopped. His eyes scanned her features. The corners of his lips lifted slowly into a smile when her gaze fell on his again.
“That’s what I see when I look at us. An infinity of possibilities. The only way to find out which may come true is to try.”
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noodles-and-oodles ¡ 2 years
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That baby s/o with the vice dorm leaders was chefs kiss 🤌 if its alright with you, may i request the same but with the dorm leaders? Thank you bestie 😚❤
You’re welcome, bestie 😘 Wow the baby thing is super popular huh? Lol! I love it thooo thank you for requesting and I hope this is to your liking!
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Riddle Rosehearts
To say Riddle is less than pleased when ADeuce hand him his s/o to him but babyfied, is an understatement. With a red face, he offs their heads and says they’ll stay that way until his s/o is back to normal
Riddle is so lost…he has not a single clue on how to care for a baby. He’s been an only child all his life for crying out loud! He naturally turns to Trey for help and together, the two of them do their best to care for you
Riddle is an extremely worried mother hen, anything you do is monitored closely by him. Especially the drinks and foods that are going into your body, he doesn’t want you eating anything unhealthy. But thankfully with Trey, he doesn’t have to worry too much about that
Gets nervous when seeing you going out and about, playing with the flamingos and hedgehogs. He fears you may hurt yourself or them in some way but is thankful to see you getting along just fine with them
He’ll turn beet red if you happen to nuzzle him affectionately, he may even mutter a small ‘stop that…’ but won’t do anything to actually stop you (he’s dying on the inside from your cuteness)
As much of a worrier as he is, he is even more protective. If ADeuce, the reason for your current predicament, try to come so much as within twenty five feet of you, Riddle is glaring and getting ready to send them off with a wave of his scepter
By the time you’re back to normal, ADeuce are crying in relief with the returning of their freedom. Riddle won’t speak much on your time as a baby and will just be grateful that you’re back to normal (all the while failing to mention the many pictures he took of baby you smiling)
Leona Kingscholar
Oh you have got to be kidding…why in the…you know what, it doesn’t matter, just give him the damn baby
As you can tell, Leona is not happy about this, not one bit. You’re so…baby. Now who is he supposed to use as a pillow for his naps? Scratch that, he can’t even nap because he’s too busy watching you! Not that you’d let him anyways with the way you constantly babble random nonsense
You remind him too much of Cheka with the way you constantly bother him. You play with his ears, tug at his hair which he has surprisingly let slide but please for the love of the Great Seven stop putting his tail in your mouth!
If you’re a girl, you’re lucky because Leona wouldn’t dare do a thing to upset you or make you cry. But if you’re a boy? He’s more likely than not to push you off of him, not too hard but enough so that you would get the message to bug off
He doesn’t know how to make you stop crying when you’re hungry and will demand Ruggie to help him out when the hyena enters the room. Thankfully, Ruggie is more aware on how to care for a baby than Leona could ever be
Leona isn’t really too affectionate with you, he’ll swat you with his tail every now and then just because you always laugh but if you manage to grab hold of it and start yanking it, Leona’s playtime with you is over (you’re done, you’re done ✋)
The moment you’re back to normal, Leona is dragging you to his bed for a well deserved nap and he doesn’t care how much you complain about your legs falling asleep, he’s not letting go. You owe him one so just hush up and let him sleep
Azul Ashengrotto
Azul has to take a seat when the tweels present you to him, a tiny laughing baby. They tell him about a mishap during potions and since you are his s/o, the responsibility falls on him to take care of you
The cecaelia is kind of afraid of you tbh, never in his whole life did he ever think he’d have to be faced with taking care of a human baby. He has no idea what he’s doing and the twins are no help honestly so he’s in this by himself
He’ll leave the Mostro Lounge to the twins until you’re back to normal and use his free time to read up on caring for human children. It’s hard, that’s what he’s deducted from his research at least.
You don’t always stay in once place so Azul is constantly worried that the moment he takes his eyes off of you, you’ll be gone. He can usually find you when he hears giggling and sees you out and about, carelessly crawling around as if no one will step on you (that’s his number one fear btw)
Your affection warms his heart like no other, babies are unbiased when it comes to the things they laugh at or give love to so it makes him a bit happy that you feel comfortable enough to openly kiss his cheeks or play with them like they’re dough
When it comes to feeding you, Azul at first offers some things off the menu of the lounge but then realizes these dishes may not be to a baby’s fancy and instead settles for giving you some applesauce or something of that sort
Azul thanks the Great Seven when you finally revert to your normal self. Despite having gray hair already, he feels like one may even find a white hair from how much he stressed over this entire experience
Kalim Al-Asim
Kalim is extremely confused when you are brought to him. He’ll ask if the ADeuce combo had a baby and when they tell him it’s you, he’ll just be stunned. After explaining the situation, Kalim is a bit more lively and he takes hold of you, telling ADeuce not to worry about a thing
Jamil has to help whether he likes it or not, he knows how incapable Kalim is of taking care of himself so he just knows you would be in danger every second you’re with an unsupervised Kalim
Despite being one of the most friendliest, liveliest, and entertaining students at NRC, your face doesn’t change at all when Kalim tries to make you laugh. He gets stumped and will pout, wondering why none of his ‘funny’ faces are working
It’s when Kalim is being scolded by Jamil that you crack a smile and start giggling. Kalim gets scolded regularly so they quickly figure out that seeing him get yelled at is apparently hilarious to you
Kalim will try to give you lots of sweets cause kids love candy, right? Well, not under Jamil’s watch! He’s slapping sweets out of Kalim’s hands quickly and telling him to lay off on the sweets, your teeth will rot if he continues down this path
The dorm leader is very affectionate in general so don’t be surprised if he’s smothering you in hugs and kisses to the point it looks like your face is turning blue. When you start to pinch or bite him, he’ll finally get the memo though lol
Kalim is relieved and sad when you finally turn back to normal, and while he will miss baby you, he likes normal you even more!!
Vil Schoenheit
Vil is pretty much ready to blow his top when Rook brings you to him, but as a baby. How incompetent can these students be to mess up a potion this badly? It was ridiculous!
Vil is strict. Do not expect any sort of special treatment from him just because you’re babyfied, he always has a watchful eye on you and isn’t against scolding you if you’re doing something you’re not supposed to like trying to put his lipstick in your mouth
Gets a little too into dressing you up, he’s never had the opportunity to make clothing for a baby so he’s very intrigued. He’ll fuss with your clothes to make sure you’re wearing it properly and on the inside, he’s swooning from how cute you look in the clothes he made (he also gives himself a pat on the back for it)
Vil’s not really affectionate at all, the closest thing to that is him holding you in his arms. But if you kiss his cheek, whew boy you’ll have one blushy queen! He’s definitely screaming on the inside as he tries to keep a cool face lmao
Rook is also co-parenting with him btw, he takes care of you when Vil can’t and it’s clear that you kind of favor Rook a bit more since he’s more playful with you (which Vil totally notices and fumes in jealousy silently)
You are given only the highest quality of baby food to exist, Vil figures if he’s going to be taking care of you it will be to the very best of his ability. He would never feed you anything that isn’t approved by him, not even the snacks you like :’) don’t worry Rook will sneak you some ;)
Once you’re back to normal, Vil expresses that you totally owe him one. And in private, he’ll ask you who you liked more, him or Rook. And even if it’s a lie, you better say Vil lol
Idia Shroud
ADeuce has ding dong ditched you (again) at Idia’s door with a note explaining the situation and why you are the way you are
Idia gets the dilemma, he really does, but he feels like he is the LAST person on earth that should be taking care of you. He had no idea what the hell he should be doing and even if Ortho reassures him that he’ll help, Idia is still nervous as all hell
He is so cautious it’s as if he doesn’t even want to touch you, go near you, look at you, or even breathe the same air as you in fear that he might hurt you. You’re so tiny and fragile that Idia couldn’t live with himself if he managed to hurt even one strand of hair on your head
Ortho tells him to stop being a pussy scaredy cat and just hold you for five minutes. With the constant badgering encouragement from Ortho, Idia hesitantly gathers you in his arms and he’s shaking the entire time lmao. However, when you smile at him, all of his nerves fly out of the window and he finds himself smiling back in relief
Since then, Idia is more willing to hold you or show you his games. He’ll turn you into his little gaming buddy, even making a headset small enough for you! You also give him the best luck in his mobage games!! Ortho is thrilled to see Idia finally getting along with you as well
The two of them are surprised that you’re not afraid of their hair and Idia definitely dies and resurrects when you give his cheek a small kiss. Wow wow wow, he really wishes he had been more braver upon your first interactions!
Ortho takes care of all the things such as feeding you and whatnot while Idia just acts as more of a sideline supporter. You’re in very good hands with the two of them (more so Ortho but we’ll let Idia have this one)
Once you’re back to normal, Idia and Ortho are very relieved since taking care of a baby is hard work. Idia will offer to show you some footage of yourself as a baby and whether you want to see it or not is up to you lol
Malleus Draconia
Nothing really surprises Malleus anymore with how much he’s seen in his many years alive but you being brought to him as a baby manages to do just that. Why is his child of man a literal child? What happened? After an explanation, Malleus sort of understands what’s going on and he’ll volunteer himself to watch over you until a solution is found
Malleus already thinks humans are fragile beings, but now you’re giving him a baby? Oh yeah, you’re not gonna be out of his eyesight for more than a second. He has you in his arms at ALL times, making sure that it is impossible for you to get hurt
Your favorite place to sit is on Malleus’ shoulders, you giggle at the feeling of being high up in the air and Malleus’ heart warms at the sound of your joy. You’re such a brave child of man aren’t you?
No one in Diasomnia knows what the hell to feed you. And they refuse to ask Lilia because his cooking skills are clearly not dependable so Malleus decides to do some research. He’ll give you some purée foods or even just applesauce and he’s glad that you seem to like it quite well
Please be affectionate with him, Malleus isn’t used to it but that doesn’t mean he is against it. His heart is practically soaring to the heavens when you nuzzle your nose against his or give a peck to his cheek. He really loves that you’re not afraid of him, it’s refreshing and heart warming for him
When you’re back to your regular self, Malleus can’t seem to stop reminiscing about you as a baby. It wasn’t that long ago but he starts sounding like Lilia eventually with all the stories he tells you of yourself lol
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goldenroutledge ¡ 3 years
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can i request something with rafe dating a pogue in secret and one day like jj or someone catches them
caught
pairing: rafe cameron x pogue!reader
wc: 1.9k
warning(s): swearing and maybe slight angst ?
a/n: thanks for requesting 😚 this was longer than i anticipated but i hope this is what you were hoping for, ive thought about this before so i liked actually writing it lol.
part two ~ rafe masterlist
Š goldenroutledge , do not copy, steal, or translate my work
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Being so close to the pogues growing up subsequently led to them being a tad overprotective of you. John B, JJ, and Pope all loved you like a sister, and were always ready to protect you in any instance. Not to mention Kie, who would fight anyone for you as well.
Although the love was mutual to your close friends, you couldn’t help but be annoyed at their persistent attempts at unveiling the identity of your lover. Months ago, you found yourself in a relationship with your pretty much polar opposite, Rafe Cameron.
At the start of the year, you got a job at the Island Club. With Rafe being a frequent member, he soon became acquainted with you. He even found himself staring, simply admiring your contagious smile or the way you carried yourself. The way you were always kind to him made him feel cared about, or noticed. And for once not noticed in a bad way.
He tried to convince himself that it was your job to make the clients feel welcome, but he felt your genuine care. He could sense you weren’t surface level, something he was desperate to find in a person on the island. Which is why he brought himself to ask you out on a date. A little reluctant, you said yes. Why would someone with a status such as Rafe’s be interested in you?
But quite contrary to what you had imagined, Rafe turned out to be quite different. Quickly the both of you became attached to hanging out with one another, simply enjoying some new company. It didn’t take long for you guys to make it official, still deciding against announcing your newfound romance.
The simple fact of social status separating the two of you was reason enough to keep your relationship a secret. Another uproar in the longtime island rivalry between kooks and pogues was not something you wanted to be in the middle of. Let alone your friends finding out that you were in love with the most notorious kook on Figure 8.
As fun as running around in secret was, over time it became much harder. When you were at the boneyard with your friends, all you wanted to do was go be with Rafe. Just for the two of you to be together in public.
Your thoughts wouldn’t get far before you were brought back into reality with JJ making a comment about how those ‘dumbass kooks’ were crashing the party. And in the irony of it all, you normally would have joined JJ on his shit-talking session.
You used to always be on the defense when it came to kooks, especially with the known history between Rafe and your friends. But things were different now, that was before you knew Rafe for who he was. He took his anger out on people who would instigate with him, which just so happened to be your best friends. You knew JJ instigated as well, and even if he didn’t deserve some of the punches, he was no angel.
So you tried your best to put that aside when you started dating Rafe, as you had no bad experiences with him first-hand. A part of you felt guilty at first, being with someone who hurt the people you love. But then again he hadn’t even spit in the direction of your group since, out of respect for you.
And even though the pogues hadn’t quite put the pieces together, they were still suspicious. The fact that you avoided water above your shoulders so your makeup covering the hickeys on your neck wouldn’t smudge. The way you would smile mindlessly at your phone, or the way you would cancel plans last minute to run an ‘errand’.
“Y/n, are we still on for the marsh tomorrow afternoon?” John B asked.
“Oh, actually I just remembered my sister wants me to come to her dance recital tomorrow. It’s uh- on the mainland so... I’ll be out for the day.”
And sure enough when the next day came, John B and JJ came knocking at your door, determined to find out what you were covering up. Your sister answered the door. “Oh, hi guys. Y/n’s out right now actually.”
“Oh that’s ok, we wanted to know how your dance recital went. Didn’t we John B?” JJ nudged his friend to go along with his story.
“Recital? I don’t even dance..” She replied. John B attempted to drag JJ away from your front door, apologizing to your sister for the waste of time.
“Wait, um.. would you know where we could find her by chance?”
“I heard Mom say something about her spending time on Figure 8, but I don’t know specifics. Good luck, guys.” She shrugged, closing the door.
“Told you so.” John B muttered to JJ matter-of-factly.
“Shut up, man. Who do you think she’s with? It couldn’t be Sarah or Scarlet could it?”
“Nah, man they aren’t even friends I don’t think. Y/n’s banging a kook, bro, 100%.” John B snickered at JJ’s oblivion.
Which is how the whole group of pogues, minus you of course, ended up driving through Figure 8 on a manhunt to find you. Tensions were high in the Twinkie as everyone kept their eyes peeled for any sign of your whereabouts.
“Oh, shit.” Kie muttered as they approached Tanneyhill. “Please tell me that isn’t Y/n’s car.”
“Damn, afraid so..” Pope responded.
“Well we better steak it out for a minute, I don’t want Ward to catch me here.” John B spoke in reference to his boss.
“Fuck that, I’m getting out.” JJ argued, hopping out of the van and approaching the large white house. The sun had already set, so it was much easier for them to get by without being seen. Silence came over the group as they heard female laughter coming from one of the open balcony doors.
It sounded an awful lot like your laughter, heightening the interest of the pogues. As the group tried to remain unnoticed, they backed up and focused their attention towards the laughter and the sound of Fleetwood Mac playing lowly.
The thin white curtains in front of the doors were blowing lightly with the wind, and a soft, warm light shone from the bedroom. Just enough to give the group a picture of 2 silhouettes, standing upright swaying to the music, lips pressing together every now and then. By the frame of the taller one, they were quick to identify him as Rafe.
And with all of the evidence they had lined up, the smaller silhouette was more than likely you. Kiara noticed a small rope ladder hanging off the side of the balcony, pointing it out to the rest of the pogues. “So who’s gonna go up first?”
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The day you spent with Rafe had been magical. The both of you went to the mainland in the early morning when Rafe insisted on taking you shopping, complimenting every article of clothing you tried on for him. Walking around hand in hand felt so freeing, the both of you able to act like a normal couple. Nobody would give you dirty looks or even a second glance at all.
In the afternoon you had lunch at a fancy restaurant before heading home, more bags than you could carry by yourself. You and Rafe spent the rest of the day in his room, catching up on any and everything. You both craved these days spent with each other, a true escape from your separate worlds.
He asked if you would dance with him, which you obviously accepted. This side of Rafe would never get old to you. You wanted to keep him your secret forever, cherishing the intimacy of your bond.
The sounds of footsteps crunching in the leaves outside picked up your senses, making you instinctively look towards the open balcony doors.
“What was that?” You muttered to Rafe.
“Must’ve been the wind. Now shhh and enjoy the moment, princess” He told you, spinning you around once to which you laughed in surprise. A thud was heard on the balcony followed by a few whispers, causing Rafe to look up this time, breaking his hold on you and stepping in front of you protectively.
He whisked away the curtains to find JJ, John B, Pope, and Kiara standing there besides each other. Their jaws dropped slack in shock when they saw you, now beside Rafe, in which you returned the shocked expression.
“There cannot possibly be a good explanation for this...” You started, before being interrupted by JJ.
“So this is who you’ve been acting so sus for lately, huh? You’re macking Rafe Cameron?”
“I don’t know whether to be shocked or disappointed.” John B followed.
“You’re not serious, Y/n.” Pope let out.
“Please tell me this is some sort of fever dream...” Kiara looked angrily into your eyes, clearly pissed off.
Hearing your friends express their disappointment in you, your face went hot and your brain ran a mile a minute trying to find the words to explain the situation. Rafe’s hand found home in yours as he rubbed his thumb across it comfortingly. “I’m sorry you guys had to find out this way.” You gulped.
“Y/n how could you, he’s fucked with us for years... and now you’re just returning the favor? I guess in more ways than one.” He looked Rafe up and down. Your throat tightened up at his words.
John B cleared his throat, breaking the uncomfortable silence you couldn’t be bothered to fix. “So how long? How long has this been a thing?”
“A few months. We’ve been dating for a few months.” You clarified, moving closer to Rafe.
“And were you ever gonna maybe plan on alerting us? Or were you just gonna come to the Chateau one day knocked up as your grand announcement?” JJ spoke harshly once again. He seemed to be taking this whole thing the hardest, you could notice the others struck with shock from his words.
“Shut the fuck up, Maybank.” Rafe quickly spat back, “I don’t care if you’re her friend or not, don’t fucking talk to her like that.”
A few moments of silence washed over everyone before JJ piped up once again, “So that’s how it is? You’re gonna let this asshole talk to me like that? He’s nothing but a loser, Y/n, I can’t believe you don’t see through it. He’s just using you-”
“Will you shut the hell up for once, JJ? Are you my friend or my father? I can see whoever I want to, and it’s not my problem that you don’t like it. I mean why did you think I didn’t tell any of you to begin with? Because you all are obviously so supportive. Not to mention you guys invading my privacy! But you know what, I can’t let you guys control my happiness anymore, so I suggest you leave.” You sternly spoke, moving closer to your friend group, leaving them stunned at your confession.
“So that’s it? You’re gonna turn your back on us for this douchebag?” JJ returned.
“Yeah. I guess I am.” You sighed before pulling the balcony doors closed in one quick motion, locking them right after. You felt so hurt that your friends would be so close-minded, not even willing to accept change or hear you out. The tears crept back onto the surface of your bright eyes, staring at the floor before Rafe pulled you into his embrace, kissing the top of your head softly.
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a/n: part 2 link is at the top
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