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littlemissthunderstorms · 3 months

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blue light

there’s a blue light in my best friend’s room, there’s a blue light in his eyes

2006 alex turner x reader

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“what does this even mean?” you frowned down at your math homework, erasing your pencil marks aggressively. it was too confusing. just when you thought you knew what was happening the rules of the equation would change, causing the crease in between your brows to become more prominent. you swore you’d been aging much more rapidly ever since college algebra.

“take a break, it’s not due till’ next week.” alex muttered from the floor, his nose buried in some book plucked from the neat stack he had by his bed.

you shrugged, scrunching your nose and sliding the paper in your bag before slumping back down on his bed. alex sat down next to you, closing his book and examining the seam as he leant against the wall. “you okay?” his voice was soft, the sky was getting dark and so was his room. you were so tired.

“i dunno, just, stressed.” you crossed your arms, fixating on the wall opposite of you. shadows danced across the shelfs and tables, headlights illuminating the room as a car, accompanied by a low hum, passed through the street outside. spring breeze drifted into the room from the open window, smelling like rain and trees. you closed your eyes briefly, finding serenity in the moment.

your eyes fluttered open at the feel of alex’s fingertips soft against your arm. you turned to look at the boy. “you sure you’re alright?” he looked so soft, you wished you could capture him like this forever. his hair was short and rather unruly from all the times his fidgety hands ran through the strands. his eyes were soft, the blue light in his room reflecting back into his gaze, making you feel equivalent to a puddle.

you sat up, now sitting so you were criss crossed on the bed, facing him. you sighed. “school is just stressing me out. i don’t feel smart enough with all these kids in my classes with their whole lives planned out, meanwhile i can’t even do math.” you fiddled with your fingers nervously, chewing on your lip as you tried not to let stress get the best of you.

“i think you’re the smartest girl i know,” alex blurted, eyes immediately darting away from yours, his smile faint and shy.

you raised your eyebrows, smiling softly, your cheeks a bit flushed. “you’ve got to be kidding. i’ve got like 3 C’s and 2 D’s at the moment.”

he shook his head, lifting his gaze back up to you. “no seriously, i hear you talk about art, music, the things you love. grades don’t make up your intelligence, you’re so smart and i bet you’re a hell of a lot cooler than those people in your classes.”

the blue light in his eyes shimmered and glistened back at you. you smiled. “really?” you whispered. alex shrugged with a quick nod, smiling shyly. a calm silence filled the air between you, the open window wind blowing your hair slightly.

your gaze flickered from his eyes to his lips, quickly redirecting back up. your heart hammered in your chest. you quickly looked at the wall behind him. “can i tell you something?” he spoke softly. you nodded.

“you’re so pretty.”

your breath hitched in your throat. all these years of knowing him he was always the quiet, nervous type. he avoided eye contact when he spoke, his tone sometimes unsure and soft. but not now, no. he looked directly into your eyes, blue light twinkling. he was so sure of his words that he even smiled a bit when he said it.

it was scary how much it reminded you of when you met him, when your bike gear broke off in front of his house. you’d smashed against the concrete, knee scraped and bleeding. you were only 15 at the time, choking back tears when he’d scrambled outside, asking if you were alright. thankfully he hadn’t seen the fall, just you holding your bloody knee, sitting on the concrete with tears in your eyes.

his parents hadn’t been home. he’d let you in, helping you clean your knee, getting you water. you’d seen a strokes cd sitting on his counter, pointing it out. this had morphed into a lengthy conversation discussing music, films, and books. turns out you two had a lot in common, you found yourself opening up to him a lot easier than other kids your age. talking to him didn’t feel awkward or torturous, it was quite the opposite. “i think you’re the coolest girl i’ve ever met,” he’d said to you, so sure, so confident. he even smiled, his small grin identical to the one he flashed at you now.

his gaze remained set on yours even in the brief silence after. you smiled, your heart pounding. a storm rolled through alex’s gaze, his dark eyes misty and soft. you could hear your frequent pants, your loud heartbeat in the silence. you didn’t even realize how quickly the space between was being filled, how you could now feel his warm breath on your cheek, how his fingertips danced on your waist, thumbs tracing slow, calculated circles on the skin where your shirt rode up.

your mind raced, but it was dreamlike, like when you try to run but your limbs just won’t move right, or gravity has become sticky and languid, pushing you in place and leaving you with only your frantic pulse. the blue light, that little glimmer of reflection in his dark eyes transfixed you, pulling you in like a deep cerulean ocean, the thrum of your heart diving down into the murky depths, engulfed by the waves.

a loud boom of thunder rolled up from the ground, followed by a soft patter of rain, gradually getting louder as the sweet, humid rendolence drifted in through the window, filling the room with a chill. you sat up quickly, startled as you turned around, mumbling a nervous, “better close the window.”

you weren’t even thinking too much, letting your instincts get the best of you. quickly, alex grasped at your waist, gently turning you to face him. his hand cradled your cheek, eyes burning into yours with a roaring intensity and fervor that made you weak. the deepest, sweetest thoughts broke in from your subconscious, realizations and quiet whispers filling your soft heart.

your mind raced but all you saw was scraped knees, a stack of cd’s dedicated to ‘the coolest girl i know,’ shared candy on the front porch, secret song lyrics that weren’t supposed to be done yet, fidgety hands that held yours, shared headphones on a long train ride, a blue light in his room, a blue light in his eyes.

before your heartbeat could even begin to slow, before you could even form words or questions or sentences, his lips were pressed against yours.

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possibilistfanfiction · 4 months

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anything surgeons au, especially butch!bea omg

[an accidental 2.7k words of baby tai for the culture]

you don’t ask for beatrice to consult on the case just because the baby really does look like her in a tangible way: brown eyes that shine in the sun; gold skin; soft dark hair; a happy smile. tai — an orphan, which you also don’t prioritize when you ask her, but whatever — is small for her three months and quite sick, a bad valve in her tiny heart doing more damage than good.

it’s a difficult surgery, complicated and intricate and, even though you’re the best in your field, a hardcore rockstar, you’re not a cardio surgeon. you ask beatrice to consult on the case because, even if you’d never admit it aloud in front of her, she is the best in the world.

‘dr. villaumbrosia,’ beatrice says, meeting you outside the picu. she’s not operating today, you’re fairly certain, or at least hasn’t yet, based on her neat navy slacks and oatmeal-colored sweater under her white coat, chelsea boots certainly not what she would wear in the OR, her buzzed hair not hidden under one of her surgical caps, her wedding band still on her finger rather than tucked away, pinned to the inside of her scrubs. you’ve known her for years and years, have watched her fail and succeed and succeed and succeed, have watched her fall in love and get married, have watched her build a home, a life — which includes you, in all the ways that matter, in the ways you will very rarely thank each other for and feel anyway.

but still, ‘dr. choi,’ you say, ‘thanks for coming.’

she nods. ‘it sounded like an interesting case from your summary.’ she takes the ipad you offer her and looks at the scans of tai’s heart, then her vitals, then the scans again, a little closer and with something like wonder filling her eyes, just at the corners but enough for you to feel a spark of hope in your chest. she looks up at you. ‘we can do this, i think.’

‘yeah?’

‘it’ll be —‘ she pauses, nods to reassure both of you, sets her shoulders, and you know that’s it — ‘it’ll be difficult, but it’s not impossible.’

‘agreed.’

‘can i meet her, then? the patient? i’d like to get an idea of how small this heart actually is.’

‘of course.’ you open the door and it’s just like any other consult; beatrice is always brave enough to partner up on any peds cases, even the most heartbreaking, the most hopeless.

tai smiles at beatrice, who is always good with children the same way you are: you talk to them like human beings, and you listen, and you take things seriously — their pain and their fear and their recovery. tai is too little to tell you anything, but beatrice still leans toward her gently and smiles at her babbling, runs a gentle hand over her soft hair, makes sure to warm the head of her stethoscope up on her thigh before pressing it to tai’s chest.

there’s no way for you to realize it at the time, but you will swear for years that you knew, even before beatrice and certainly before ava, that tai was special; beatrice closes her eyes and listens to tai’s failing heart carefully. ‘i’ll need an updated echo,’ she tells you and your intern, standing uselessly behind you. ‘and then, if you’re free afterward, dr. villambrosia, let’s meet in the skills lab? i’d like to run through the procedure.’

‘that works for me.’

she nods once, seriously. ‘no parents?’

you shake your head. ‘she’s here through my org, from chengdu.’

beatrice considers this briefly but soldiers on, like she and ava haven’t had quiet, sad fights about children and adoption and a family and a home. ‘if you feel comfortable, i can hand off my follow-ups this afternoon to dr. amunet and we can get this taken care of. it’ll be a long recovery, so i’d rather it not degrade any further if we wait.’

‘as long as the run-through feels good,’ you say, ‘i think it’s the best course of treatment.’

beatrice nods, smiles once down at tai and rubs her little chest while tai squirms and babbles happily. for such a sick kid — on oxygen and a feeding tube, two ivs because her veins are so small — she’s generally happy, bright in a way that peds usually isn’t. she’s not guaranteed to survive so, like all of your patients, you don’t get too attached. beatrice hasn’t had that problem before, either, caring but not too much, unlike ava, who feels each loss as if it’s his own. but the way that beatrice lingers and lets tai hold onto her fingers while she tells your intern exactly what she wants from the ekg and bloodwork — you think this might be different.

it’s touch and go for a while: you and beatrice are brilliant surgeons but, even with all of the tests and scans and practice, tai’s surgery is longer and more difficult than you could’ve prepared for: her heart is weak and so, so small; even beatrice struggles to place the careful, clever sutures you’ve watched her throw with ease, most surgeries, and for years. it takes longer than you would’ve liked to get her off bypass, much longer than you would’ve liked for her heart to start beating again in beatrice’s hands.

but: it does beat. weak and small, yes, but sure, and steady, and even, all the valves and ventricles ready to heal as they should be. tai’s cheeks, once she’s settled in the picu again, are rosy, her skin warm, her oxygen sats already up comfortably from before. you’d wired her sternum shut and the incision running down her tiny chest will leave a scar, and she’ll probably need another procedure or two as she gets older — but she will get older, as far as you can tell.

beatrice goes through — a little unexpected for the aftermath of a successful surgery, and far beyond the end of her relatively easy scheduled shift — all of the potential complications tai could face, how she was without a flow of properly oxygenated blood to her brain for an amount of time that frustrated her — maybe even frightened her. for as long as you’ve known beatrice — dr. choi — through undergrad and medical school, then residency and fellowships, into your first few years as attendings, she’s as unflappable as they come, unless it’s someone she loves who might be hurt, who might not get well. you’ve seen it with ava and her back, and shannon and mary after a car accident that looked much worse than it actually was, and even one time camila got the flu.

it surprises you in the moment when beatrice, carefully taking off her scrub cap — patterned with little otters and rainbows, a ridiculous gift from ava that beatrice horrifically wears with not a single ounce of hesitation or embarrassment — slips into her hospital-issued fleece quarterzip and sits down in the chair by tai’s bassinet once you and the nurses get all of her machines situated.

‘i’ll stay with her, dr. villaumbrosia,’ beatrice says, soft and formal.

‘there’s plenty of nurses, and dr. amunet, if you want to go home.’

beatrice shakes her head and leans over tai’s sleeping form, heavily sedated for the next few days so she’s not in pain, and runs a gentle finger along her cheek. ‘she — she doesn’t have anyone,’ she says, as much explanation as you need. ‘plus, dr. silva is on call tonight anyway.’

you resist the urge to say something mean about ava; he’s actually very talented and smart and he makes your best friend, your sister, very happy, and very full — even if he is the most annoying person you know. tai is alone, and all beatrice has to go home to, right now, is a beautiful house that’s empty of all of the life ava brings anywhere, leftovers in the fridge, a house that you know has an empty bedroom just down the hall from the primary, holding a lot of ava’s patient, quiet hope in the space.

‘okay,’ you say, not bothering her, just this once: tai is very small and still very sick; you’ve read enough studies to know that comfort, especially with babies who haven’t known as much of it as they should, can be extremely monumental in their ability to heal. ‘i’m sure you can handle if anything pops up, but i’d like to know anyway. text me.’

beatrice looks up from tai to nod, a grim smile on her face mellowed, seemingly, by tai’s steady breaths against beatrice’s palm. ‘will do.’

you nod and don’t bother to ask for anything else from her, taking your leave while she takes her glasses off and rubs her eyes, then slumps a little in the chair but keeps her hand on tai’s stomach, soothing and warm and present. tai has been alone her entire life, even if it’s only been very short; you believe that her body will know that she’s not anymore, at least for now.

it’s not often that you choose to come to work early, not often that you allow yourself to have much attachment to patients and their outcomes beyond whether or not you practiced the best medicine possible — no one would be able to do peds and neonatal surgery if they did — but you park far before the sun comes up and force yourself to grab three cups of coffee from the cafe before you head to the picu.

it doesn’t surprise you when you see both beatrice and ava by tai’s bassinet now, beatrice fast asleep, slumped over fully on ava’s shoulder, and ava scrolling through an ipad, probably taking care of charting here rather than in her office. ava smiles up at you, never deterred by your grumbling or eye rolls, and, just this once, you smile back.

‘dr. silva,’ you greet. ‘how’s she doing?’ you ask, handing him the coffee.

‘totally steady all night,’ ava says quietly, sounding far too proud of a baby that isn’t even really beatrice’s patient, let alone theirs. ‘she’s really strong, even if she’s small.’

you look over tai’s vitals from the past night quickly and it’s true, she is getting better even faster than you could’ve hoped. ‘she is.’

ava smiles, then looks over at a fast asleep beatrice, a little aching. ’bea said she’s an orphan?’

you sit down next to them both and nod; you assume beatrice gave ava enough of the details. ‘we’ll work to place her with a good family once she’s recovered well.’ the warning is unspoken: don’t get too attached.

ava looks over at beatrice, who has spent the entire night asleep in the picu over a baby whose heart she massaged until it beat again in her hands. he nods. ‘yeah,’ he says, hopeful despite it all. ‘yeah.’

‘i — i can do it.’

‘dr. choi.’

‘no,’ beatrice says, ‘it’s fine. i’m on call tonight, and it’s good for her.’

it is, you both know it, but tai is healing and, if all goes according to plan, will be released in a week or two, hopefully to a family who’s equipped to care for her, to raise her gently and generously and well. beatrice — and ava, whenever they make up a very flimsy excuse — have been in tai’s room often, and you know they’ve grown attached even though you warned them not to. but beatrice taking her scrub top off and picking tai up gently, careful of her leads and her still-tender chest, and then holding her close and settling into a rocking chair.

‘beatrice,’ you say, sitting down across from her.

‘have you — has there been a family chosen?’

you’re not the one in charge of any of that, your contributions to the organization being both your sixth-generation-surgeon money and your sixth-generation-surgeon talent, but you know there hasn’t been a decision made yet. you shake your head.

she nods. ‘we…’ she swallows, readjusts so tai is held even closer, her left ear close to beatrice’s heart. ‘i spoke with ava. a lot, actually. and, well, you obviously know i’m chinese; i can teach her how to speak mandarin and make mapo doufu and she won’t — she won’t miss that part. and ava knows about not having a family of origin, and he’s, like, the best. and,’ she continues, ‘we’re both surgeons. you know she’s going to need care now, but also her whole life, and i — i fixed her heart.’ she can’t even look at you, just looks at tai’s peaceful little face as her voice gets wobbly and she sniffles.

beatrice, above all, means what she says. she’s maybe one of the least impulsive people you’ve ever met, agonizing for as long as you’ve known her over haircuts and new hiking gear and dinner reservations, as methodical as it comes when she practices medicine.

‘i —‘ she looks at tai once more and then takes a deep breath and meets your eyes. ‘i love her.’

you know, more than anything, ava has made beatrice want to be brave. you let it sink in, let it hit you like a tidal wave of easy warmth, then really let yourself look at your oldest friend and every careful thing about her, lean muscles and long-healed scars, the most careful thing held against her chest — the same skin, bathed in the light of an easy sunrise. ‘well okay then.’

beatrice seems surprised, for a moment, as if you would say no, or doubt her, or discourage or argue. ‘really?’

you nod, brusque mostly so you don’t cry. ‘i’ll connect you with aja; she’ll be able to help you with all the paperwork. i’ll put in my recommendation, of course.’

beatrice adjusts tai so she can free a hand to wipe a few tears. ‘thank you, lilith.’

‘let’s just hope she takes after you, not ava.’

beatrice laughs, and it makes tai smile.

‘no.’

‘she’s —‘

‘your daughter,’ you say. ‘you’re not tai’s doctor any longer, haven’t been in months.’

beatrice frowns, arms crossed. ava smiles far too serenely for your liking next to her.

‘she’ll be fine, babe,’ she says. ‘it’s just a post-op, super normal.’ she turns toward tai, happily squealing at a nurse playing peak-a-boo with her while they get her situated on the exam table.

beatrice glowers but concedes, softening immediately when ava squeezes her bicep. they’re both definitely exhausted but happier than you could’ve really imagined; the empty bedroom now filled with a plethora of toys and clothes, colorful animals on the walls, a safe crib with a space mobile you’d personally given them. it makes sense to you, easily, that they’re good parents — kind and attentive and funny — even if, right now, they’re driving you insane. they’re both in comfortable clothes, not bothering with anything more on their shared day off.

you have to physically shoo beatrice away as you’re listening to tai’s heart, which is ridiculous because you’re sure beatrice does it at home, probably every night. you’re more relieved than you would ever let on that her heartbeat is normal and steady — perfect, as far as you’re concerned. you go through the rest of her check-up and she’s as healthy as can be, gaining weight well, rolling over, holding her head up, starting to eat baby food — yes to bananas; no to green beans so far — not sleep regressing as much as they’d feared.

‘she’s doing great,’ you reassure.

‘fuck yeah she is,’ ava says, then sighs. ‘before either of you start, first of all, language is all relative.’

‘ava, we can’t have her first word being f—‘

‘— secondly,’ ava interrupts, then looks at beatrice putting tai back into her dinosaur onesie, slipping a warm cap onto her head, ‘she’s the best baby of all time.’

‘she is wonderful,’ beatrice says, still a little reverent.

ava elbows you as beatrice carefully pulls socks onto tai’s feet. ‘one of the better ones i’ve met,’ you concede, because you really do love tai, and, all things considered, she’s an easy, happy baby. ‘certainly better than i thought would be possible with either of you.’

ava rolls her eyes. ‘i read your recommendation.’ horrifyingly, she starts reciting it, so you move as quickly as you can.

‘i have a tight schedule today,’ you interrupt, beatrice laughing quietly, smiling at both of you with far too much amusement.

‘bye lil,’ she says. ‘thanks for everything.’

‘yeah, yeah,’ you say, but there’s no bite to it. ‘see you at dinner.’

#wn fic #avatrice fic #avatrice #surgeons au #i don’t often imagine them as moms but oh boy when i DO #tai … i love her. lilith also loves her #butch bea 🥺🫡#a mom!!!!#if u rmb how zola was adopted in grey’s anatomy no u don’t but also objectively better w queer ppl 💁#also sorry if u know things about medicine. in the spirit of grey’s anatomy #it is merely a plot vehicle here lol #also yes lilith does peds bc she is HARDCORE

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salty-croissants · 3 months

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Hello, it's me again! Sorry to bother, but can you make about Bullfrog and Rayman/Ramon with the reader that loves cooking (mainly desserts), please?

Thank you for the request !

This is a very original and neat concept , I really enjoyed writing for it :D

Hope it turned out okay !

Details : use of gender neutral reader ;

established relationships ;

no warnings needed

Bullfrog 💚

When he first discovered your hobby Bullfrog was immediately enthusiastic about it , and to this day whenever you cook something for him he is simply overjoyed :

< Oh - is that for me ? Thank you so much mon amour ! >

< Hehe , no need to thank me sweetie … it’s nothing much , just thought I’d try a new recipe this time around . >

< Now now , don’t underestimate yourself my dear : this already looks and smells delicious , I’m sure I’ll love it ! >

If you ever decide to make something that comes from France to surprise him , Bullfrog will be absolutely delighted …

I mean , his beloved making an effort to get closer to him in such an adorable way ? Boy , his heart is going to positively melt ❤️

< Here Bullfrog … I know you had an especially long day today , so I thought it would be nice to end the evening with a little something I made ! >

< *gasp* - y/n , this mille-feuille looks wonderful !

Thank you mon chou , thank you so much ! ~ >

< I’m really happy you like it my love ! ~

I’ve … never really made one of these before , so I really hope I got everything right with the ingredients … would be a shame if it just looked nice but didn’t have a good taste , y’know ? And - >

< You worry too much … I’m sure it’s amazing , like everything you do ~ >

< Heh … never miss an opportunity to flatter me , hm ? ~

Seriously though , thank you … you’re a sweetheart ~ >

Whenever the two of you are in the kitchen and you’re busy cooking , Bullfrog is going to just stare at you , mesmerized by your every movement as you mix the ingredients together to make whatever food you may have in mind come to life …

While your boyfriend already adores you , seeing just how creative and passionate you are makes him love you even more … if that’s even possible ;//)

< I see you back there ~ >

< Ah , I’m sorry my dear … I just can’t help but look at you , tu es magnifique ~ >

Rayman 🧡

Given how busy he is with his work as the Eden Late Show host , I doubt that Rayman is able to find time to actually cook for himself …

Not like that’s a problem for him anymore , now that you’ve entered his life .

< Aw - did you make this for lunch y/n ?

Thank you , you shouldn’t have ! >

< Don’t worry about it Ray , it was my pleasure !

I know you got a lot to do later , so hopefully this will help you get the energy you need to deal with your schedule … it’s my job to take care of you , remember ? >

< Heh , how could I forget … ?

I love you so much honey , I really appreciate you doing all this for me ~ >

You often prepare food that Rayman can carry over to the studio in a lunch box to make sure that he eats properly ( he often forgets about it ) , and you better believe that he’ll be talking about how well your cooking skills are to anyone passing by …

< Oh , you won’t believe how good these are - you’d expect them to be from a bakery , but actually my y/n made them for me !

They’re so talented - and pretty , did I mention pretty ? >

The sheer determination he has to make those around him know how much he appreciates you … it never fails to make you smile :,//)

Rayman definitely tries to cook something for you when he has enough time on his hands , and while he still has a lot to learn you can’t help but feel your heart skip a beat whenever he walks in the room , proudly displaying something he made …

He really tries his best for you , his beloved partner , and that thought alone always warms your heart .

< I don’t know … maybe I didn’t use enough flour , I hope this isn’t too bad … >

< It’s not bad at all hun , it’s a really good first attempt at a chocolate cake !

Thank you for making this for me ~ >

Ramon 🖤

You often end up cooking things that Ramon especially enjoys eating to cheer him up when he’s not having a good day , and the way he smiles at you with genuine gratitude whenever you do that brings you more joy than anything else ever could …

< Here you go love , luckily there were enough ingredients to make some apple pie ! >

< Heh .. you really remembered that one time I said I liked it ? >

< Of course !

Besides , I know today has been pretty harsh , so the least I could do is do my best to make you happy … you deserve it . >

< Thanks y/n … you’re amazing ~ >

Much like before , Ramon does his best to cook for you sometimes , being very worried about disappointing you … only to be surprised by your adorable reactions .

< Uh , actually … I tried to make us some dinner tonight , since you were tired .

I’ll be honest , I wasn’t entirely sure about some stuff I was doing , so I just hope I didn’t make a mes - >

< Aw Ram - thank you so much ! It looks great !

I’m really looking forward to eating it now that I know you made it ! >

< You … really think that ? >

< Mhm ! >

< Heh , well let’s hope this lives up to the chef’s expectations then ~ >

< Gosh I … heh , I’m nowhere near a chef sweetie , but thank you nonetheless ~ >

Ramon could hold you in his arms for hours while you tell him all about a new recipe you found , or some other cool cooking fact :

it’s like all the fears and worries he has completely disappear , the soothing sound of your voice making him forget about being a wanted criminal who is at risk of getting caught at any minute .

< I’d definitely love to try out this honey cheesecake sometime : it only takes ten minutes to get done , and it doesn’t need that many ingredients !

Though I did see two different ways of using the butternut biscuits , so I’m not entirely sure of which one works best … but I think picking one and starting off there would be good to determine which is better , and plus - >

This man can’t get over how cute you look when you passionately explain something related to your hobby …

Ramon holds on to those precious moments for as long as he can , as always feeling immensely lucky to have you by his side .

#captain laserhawk #x reader #rayman x reader #bullfrog x reader #captain lazerhawk rayman #bullfrog captain laserhawk #rayman #captain laserhawk bullfrog #captain lazerhawk bullfrog #cl rayman #ramon captain laserhawk #ramon clh #gender neutral reader

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justmeinadaze · 7 months

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I Have Nothing (If I Don't Have You) Part 6 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Security Dom Steddie X Sub (slightly bratty) Singer Fem Reader, SMUT, spanking, dirty talk, slight rough play (they show her a bit more of what they are into), FLUFF, they go on a date through Paris and she shows them around, they do discuss being more exclusive (as if she or they would want anyone else🙄 ), ANGST, slightly so with her talking briefly about being sober and her fears of being in a relationship again.

Word Count: 4812

“Obviously, you’re taking us to the Eiffel Tower, right?”, Steve grinned in your direction as you three walked the streets of Paris.

“Yes but tonight when it’s all lit up.”

The day couldn’t be any more perfect for you and you were the happiest you had been in a long time. You took them around to each place you could think of that didn’t have a long line, stopping at bakeries and little shops to have them taste everything while looking for little trinkets to bring back home.

They seemed to really be enjoying themselves which made you smile. Eddie had befriended a street musician who handed him an acoustic guitar and he sat beside him as they played a couple of songs. You took them to a vintage store where they had a blast looking at the clothes. Steve keeping trying on different hats asking you how he looked. One had a brim that three sizes too big causing you to spit out your water as you laughed at him.

After grabbing lunch, you took them to a park nearby and had a picnic.

“Seriously, I’m going to gain like thirty pounds off of this bread but so worth it.”, Steve chuckles as he takes another bite of his sandwich.

“Oh, yeah. The food is phenomenal but you have to watch out for the butter and the sauces. Don’t even get me started on the chocolate.” Eddie smiles when your eyes playfully roll back.

“Did you parents show you all these places or did you find them yourself?”, he asked.

“A bit of both. The first few years I came here I basically recreated that vacation but as I wondered the streets I found more places and things to enjoy.”

“Excusez-moi.” A little girl shyly comes up to your blanket holding out a pen and paper. “May I have your…”

“Autographe?”, you smile up at her comfortingly as she grins. “Of course. Um… Quel est… ton nom?”

“Chloe.” She beams in your direction.

“I’m sorry, Chloe. My French isn’t great.”

“It’s…okay.” Her grin grows as you give the paper back to her and lean up on your knees to give her a hug.

“Merci, Miss Y/L/N!”

“Merci, Chloe.”

The three of you watch her as she runs back to her parents.

“That was adorable.”, Steve smirks.

“It was. I didn’t know you had fans that were so small.”, Eddie adds.

“Yeah, that’s another reason I want to be better. I’m supposed to be a role model for them you know?”

“And you are, honey. You’re already doing so much better and we are extremely proud of you.”

***

“Why do I have to wear a suit?!”, Eddie shouts from the bedroom as he adjusts his tie.

“Because we’re taking her to dinner, you idiot.”

“I’m just asking!”

“Plus, this will technically be our first date with her so we should look nice.”

Both men turn when they hear you exit the bathroom and their mouths fall open in shock as their eyes drink you in. Your hair was pulled up into a neat bun displaying a pair of earrings that shimmered when you moved your head. The thin spaghetti straps held up a gorgeous, black, V-neck style dress that just barely touched your ankles. When you nervously shifted your weight, the slit in the fabric exposed your leg up to your mid-thigh showing off some fancy, matching black high heeled shoes.

“What, um, what do you think?”

“You…you…Jesus, I may be underdressed.”, Steve breathily chuckled.

“Eddie?”

“You look beautiful, princess.”

Blushing, you loop your arms into theirs as they escort you out of the hotel. When you three arrive at the restaurant, they watch you in amazement as you talk to the people in charge and an antsy gentleman leads you to a table. Steve pulls out your chair and you thank him as you take a seat.

Both boys straighten up when a man comes out from the kitchen and heads towards you but immediately calm when you smile, assuring them that this is someone you know.

“Miss Y/L/N! It’s been so long, my love! How are things?”

“Things have been rough but they are getting better. Julien, these are my friends AND security, Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington.”

They grin as they shake his hand and he returns their smiles with a bright one of his own.

“Who better to watch your back than a friend that loves you, ah? Now, mon amour, should we start with the usual champagne?”

“Oh, no. Um, do you have something without alcohol?”

“Hmm? Oh! How about citron pressé?”

“Sure, I trust you.”, you giggle as you shrug, watching him disappear without asking the guys if that was ok with them. “I have no idea what that is but—what? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Both men had been starring at you with a cute, goofy smile plastered on their face.

“Nothing. You’re just adorable.”

“It’s nice seeing this side of you to. You really needed a break, sweetheart.”

The rest of the meal couldn’t be described in any other way beside perfect. They talked to you more about some positive things in their lives trying to keep the mood uplifted. Eddie told you about his love for fantasy related things like D&D which made you laugh when the other man rolled his eyes. Steve surprised you by telling you of some movies he actually really liked.

“Ok you can’t sigh aggressively when I talk about sci-fi fantasy shit but then tell her that one of your favorite movies is Star Wars!”

“It’s completely different, Munson.”

“How!?”

“It’s actually not that different.”

“Thank you, princess!”

“But to be fair, George Lucas said he made Star Wars kind of like a western so Steve may drift more towards that then regular sci-fi.”

“Ok, you’re not on my side anymore. Hush.”, Eddie responds playfully.

You did your best to tell them more happy memories with you and your family but you struggled because it hurt. Every time you stuttered through a story, though, one or both of them would reach for your hand and urge you to continue.

After you were done eating, you kept your word and took them to the Eiffel Tower as it was all lit up. The people in charge cut off a section so you three wouldn’t be noticed or bothered which you greatly appreciated.

“Wow, check out that view.” Steve exhaled as he took a few pictures pausing when he noticed your face as you leaned against the railing. “You alright, honey?”

“Yeah. I just wish I could stay here in this moment. I’m having a lot of fun with you two and I think this is the first time in a long time I’ve actually been…happy.”

Eddie’s palm gently reaches out to run down your back before bringing you to his chest to wrap you up in his embrace.

“I know what you mean. Stop me if I’m wrong Harrington but we’ve never felt like this about anyone before. We really like you, Y/N.”

“We’re all in if you are.”

“You barely know me. What if I fuck up again? What if I hurt you? What if…I’m not what you thought I am?”

“She’s doing that thing again.”, Eddie murmurs to Steve as he releases you and leans against the railing. “It’s like her own brand of self-harm…or maybe self-protection?” He raises his eyebrows inquisitively and you quickly shift your gaze. “Ah yes. There it is. She keeps says ‘What if I’ but what she really means if ‘What if you’.”

“Baby, we’re not asking you to marry us or anything. What we’re asking for is MORE nights like tonight. To be able to take you out more and get to know you better and vice versa. We know you’ve been through a lot and still are. We would never push you like they do.”

“And quite frankly, sweetheart, I don’t think there could be any more surprises because you’ve already showed us you’re not who we thought you were originally.”

“Spoiled, washed up singer.”, Steve explains when you look at them in confusion.

“When it comes to the I’s, babe, we got you covered. You slip again and want to run all over Vegas, we’ll come get you. You have one of those moments where you try to verbally hurt us, don’t worry, we got you. We have ropes and handcuffs for situations like that.” You can’t help but giggle when he winks.

“When it comes to the you’s, you can ask us anything and we’ll answer. If there’s something you need or need to know just let us know and we can talk about it.”

Glancing out towards the city, you feel everything run through your brain at once. You knew from the moment you met them that they were different. You trust them with your life so why were you so scared to trust them with your heart?

Because everyone who’s supposed to love you, hurts you…

Do they even love you? They can’t possibly…like you said they barely even know you. I guess it couldn’t hurt to jump in with both feet.

“Ok. Can we…we keep it between us?”

“We honestly assumed you would because of the press and everything.”, Eddie answers with a small smile.

“I think that’s another reason Simon was with me. He liked the attention from the press.”

“Hm. Well, coming from a small town where everyone was in everyone’s business, trust me, we don’t want that kind of attention.”, Steve retorts as he leans over the railing like you had.

Looping your arm through his, you lean your head against his shoulder as Eddie holds your hand and looks out into the city.

##############

“I have a request.”

“Oh lord.”, the metalhead playfully sighs making you smile.

“Calm down, Mr. Munson.”, you giggle. “The other night I asked you two to show me how much you care about me…” They nod when you pause, urging you silently to continue. “Can you show me how to take care of you?”

Both men, who were now sitting on the couch in the hotel room looked up at you now with slight confusion.

“When we first got together, you said you liked it rough. The other night you implied there was more to what you both were into. I want to give you what you want.”

“You do, honey.”

“You really do.”, Eddie follows almost too eagerly.

“I still don’t think your ready.”, Steve sighs as he takes off his jacket and starts rolling up his sleeves.

“Isn’t this all about trust? Not only do I trust you two but you should trust me to know my limits. Well…in this regard.”

The other man takes off his jacket as well, removing his button up shirt underneath along with it now donning a white tank that displayed his muscles and tattoos in a way that had you salivating.

“Oh, come on, Stevie. We can start slow. Maybe we can show her what a punishment would look like. Something small for running away and having us worried.”

Steve sighs playfully as he motions with his fingers for you come closer. As you sit beside him on the sofa, he gently pets the back of your head while they both continue to look at you with nothing but care.

“If you feel uncomfortable at any point, just say the safe word, ok?”

“Ok, Steve. I promise.”

He grins as his hand slides down to your back and guides your body till you’re laying across his lap on your tummy. While he flips up the underside of your dress Eddie runs his fingers through your hair, moving any lingering strands away from your face.

“How many you think, Ed? 10?”

“10 sounds good. I think she can handle that.”

As your stomach tightens into knots with nerves, Steve’s palm soothes you as it runs down your spine and over the meat of your ass. Abruptly, it lifted and came down spanking your behind eliciting a shocked gasp from your lips. He didn’t hit you hard as it was meant to test.

“How did that feel, babe?”

“Um, odd but g-good.”

“Has anyone ever spanked you before?”, Eddie asked.

“No. Not like this.”

“Honey, I want you to count for me, ok?”

“O-O-Okay. One.”

His hand come down much harder and this time you let out a little moan especially after Steve soothes you by running his fingers along the reddening skin.

“Two.”

“Good girl, sweetheart.”

He spanks you twice in quick secession and they both let out a groan of their own as you breathily count them off. Steve tugs down your panties, his hand coming back to travel a bit between your legs as your mouth falls open when his thumb slides between your sex.

“Oh, Eddie. Little baby is so wet right now. I think the spanking doesn’t feel so odd anymore, huh?”

When you didn’t answer, ringed fingers gripped your hair tightly and tugged you back.

“He asked you something, your highness.”

“Feels…good…AH! Five!”, you moaned as Steve spanked you again.

Eddie held a tight grip on you as the other boy began steadily rubbing your clit while occasionally delivering a harsh smack to your ass.

“What number are we on, baby? Wouldn’t want Stevie to lose count and have to start all over again.”

“Mmm—Nine—Please, Steve. I’m gonna…”

You didn’t see it but they smirked at each other as he slide two fingers into your core and rapidly pumped them inside of you. Your eyes rolled as the coil snapped and as you moaned his name his hand came down one final time while you panted out that final number.

“Good girl, honey.”, he cooed as he delicately lifted your dress over your head. “Let’s get this off here.” You keened into his neck as he sat you up and placed you in his lap while Eddie ran his palm along your legs. “Did you like it, baby?”, Steve whispered.

“Yeah, I liked it a lot. Did you like it? Spanking me?”

He chuckles under his breath, trying to stifle the moan that wants to come out at the sound of your little voice. Reaching for your hand, he places it directly on the bulge in his slacks.

“I loved it.” Your eyes flutter closed as his lips tenderly trail up your cheek to your ear. “You like that, pretty girl? You like making us feel good?”

“M-More. Please. I can handle more. I swear.”

They glanced at each other mischievously knowing you were all riled up.

“No.”

“Please! I can handle it!” As you begin to whine they smile and you can’t help but laugh. “You’re messing with me?”

“A little. We’re kind of curious in this headspace how far your brat can go.” Eddie’s grin grows as you climb on to his lap and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Do you want me to be more bratty?”

“I think you’re capable of it. I work with you remember?”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Hey. In here, honey, you answer us, not the other way around.”, Steve scolded.

The metalhead tries to keep the upper hand as you grind your hips against his own. His eyes remain heavily on yours as he licks his lips to keep any other sounds from escaping.

“In here, sweetheart, we have control.”

“You do out there to!”, you whine as you point absently outside. “Where do I have control?”

“Stop moving.”, he says sternly.

“Make me.”

His eyes grow dark as the smile he was adorning falls from his face.

“Stop. Moving.”

You falter for a second as his voice and demeanor throw you off guard but you remain steadfast as you continue. Steve laughs from your side before Eddie lifts you up with one arm and carries you to the bedroom.

Throwing you on to the mattress, he holds your down with his palm on your chest as he uses his other to unbuckle his belt and free his cock from its confinement.

“If you want to stop, just tap twice, ok?” When you nod, his fingers grip your hair as he hovers his face above yours. “Ok?!”

“Ok! Yes, sir! Tap twice!”

Steve nonchalantly throws himself beside you as he watches Eddie slide his cock into your mouth.

“She’s so fucking stubborn sometimes. I swear.”

While the metalhead takes over thrusting his length down your throat, Steve is always alert, watching you to make sure you really were ok. They genuinely did trust you would say the safe word if you needed but neither boy wanted to push you that far.

“Fuck, princess your mouth feels so fucking good. With all that fucking sass, I’m not sure she deserves our dicks in her pussy tonight, Harrington.”

Eddie tried to control his eyes from rolling back when he felt you groan around him.

“Did you have something you wanted to say?”

“Please. I’m sorry, Eddie. I’ll do whatever you want. I promise I’ll behave.”, you beg as you shift up to your knees and continue stroking him with your hand. “Please. I need you inside me. I need to feel you.”

Pinching your cheeks between his fingers, he brings your lips to his before firmly pushing you backwards onto the bed.

“Go show Steve how much you’ll behave.”

As you crawl over to the now naked man, you tenderly kiss his stomach making him smile as he strokes your hair. Delicately running your tongue along his slit, he moans as he pulls your hair into a ponytail with his hands and watches you fully take him into your awaiting mouth.

Eddie jostled you around a bit till your ass was fully on display for him and you both whimpered as he guided his cock into your entrance. The warmth of his chest encases you as he leans against your back and kisses your shoulder.

“Come on, sweetheart. I know you can take him better than that especially with the way you run that sassy mouth.” Taking over Steve’s hold of your hair, he guides your movements making you gag and drool as the man mewls with pleasure. “Atta girl. There you go.”

Eddie rolls his hips hard, roughly nudging against that tender spot inside of you that has your eyes rolling back.

“Is that the spot, pretty girl?” Pulling your head, he forces you to look at him. “Is it? Right there?” You struggle to form words as he continues to grind against you. “Answer me, Y/N.”

“Ah! Y-Yes, there. D-don’t stop. Please…”

The metalhead grins as he pushes you back down on Steve’s cock before releasing his hold on your hair to grip your waist as he leans back on his knees and pounds his hips into yours.

“G-Good girl, honey. Fuck. You take us both so well.”, Steve coos as he pets your head.

Eddie’s fingers slide underneath you, rubbing fast circles into your little bundle of nerves, driving you crazy in the best way as you throw you head back in pleasure.

“FUCK! Eddie please!”

Ringed fingers wrap around your throat and pull you up to your knees as you lean against his shoulder.

“That’s right, baby. Say my name again. Who’s making you feel this good?”, he murmurs into your ear as he slams into you harder.

“Eddie! I’m…Eddie, please…”

Your hand takes hold of his wrist as your other clings his hair while your arm wraps around his neck. His fingers move faster to match his pace while you continue chanting his name until the ball drops and your body trembles against him as you cum.

“Fuck me.”, Eddie groans, shoving you back down against the mattress and holding your wrists behind your back as he chases his high.

Grunting above you, his rhythm becomes sloppier and you mewl as you feel him release his seed inside of you.

“Good girl, princess.”, he praised as he gradually pulled out of you and kissed any part of your skin his lips could reach. “It’s Steve’s turn, sweet girl. Whenever you’re ready.”

Your head shot up in search for him and as your eyes met his soft ones, his fingers reached out to caress your sweaty face. When you nod, he motions for you to come closer, taking hold of you under your arms and scooting you both up closer towards the pillows.

“Come here, honey. No, the other way.”, he instructs as you started straddling his waist. After turning away from him, he guides you down till your back his against his chest. One of his strong palms holds on to your chest as his other holds the base of his cock and runs to along your dripping lips between your legs. “Jesus. Eddie made you feel real good, didn’t he, baby?”

Nodding, you turn your head to kiss his cheek and he moans as he breaches your entrance, sheathing himself inside of you with minimal resistance. As he thrusts his hips up against you, his fingers move around to massage your nub as the hand on your chest takes hold of tit making you growl in ecstasy.

“Steve! So…so deep…oh god.”

“Yeah? Does that feel good, Y/N?” Picking up his pace, the bed begins to move underneath you as he clings to your sweaty, messy frame. “Fuck, that’s it. That’s our girl. Your pussy is just fucking clinging to me, pretty girl, God damn.”

Pushing up, you balance on your hands as your hips push down to meet his.

“Can you see it? My cock disappearing inside of you?”

“Steve, please. Please!”

Tugging on your hair, he pulls you back against him, hugging your tightly as he thrusts into you harder. The sound of skin hitting skin fills the room and your eyes roll back as you drag your nails against his flesh.

“I’m…I’m…”

Without warning, he shoves against your back pushing you up and pulling himself out of you, yanking your hips backwards till your pussy was hovering over his face. Roughly, his hands pushed you back down, urging your lips over his cock as he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you still as he his tongue devoured you.

Your hips grinded against him as his head moved quickly from side to side causing you to lift your head and scream as you came. As he continued to lick your clean, you bobbed your head around his length wanting him to feel as good as he had just made you feel.

His grunts reverberated in your cunt as he pumped his hips upwards till you felt rope after rope of his spend hit the back of your throat.

Falling to the side, you both panted till Eddie’s voice broke the silence.

“Yeah, that’s cool. Just put your feet by my face.” You giggled as you lifted your leg and touched his nose with your big toe. “Ew, gross. With these beautiful pedicured, toes. Still purple, I see.”

“I like purple and no one is looking at my feet that closely in an arena style concert.”

“Do you want to take a bath, Y/N, or a shower?”, Steve asks.

“I want to curl up into a cocoon and sleep for 100 years.”

“Ok, bath it is.”, he grinned as he rolled over the side and lifted you into his arms.

While he got everything ready, Eddie’s hands lightly gripped your shoulders and tilted you forward. When your eyes shifted to the mirror, you realized he was looking at your behind.

“It doesn’t hurt. I mean, it’s sore but…”

“I figured. I just need to take a look and make sure you don’t need any ice or anything. I’m sure you’ve noticed but Steve Harrington has big hands so sometimes he unintentionally leaves marks that last for a couple of days.”

“Part of the reason I ask questions.”, he winks as he guides you into the water.

“No one has ever asked me questions before or even done any kind of aftercare. I like it. It makes me feel cared for.

“We do care… a lot.”, Eddie smiles as he holds up your hair while Steve continues to clean you.

“Is this normal for you two? The shared partner thing?”

“I wouldn’t say ‘normal’ but we’ve done it before. Never with a client, however.”, Steve sighs.

“So…this could look bad for everyone if people found out?”

Both men stopped moving as they gave you their full attention.

“Yes. And not just because of the press.”

“People may not hire us anymore if they thought our judgment could be altered when it came to protecting them.”, Eddie followed in a serious tone.

“Are you implying Mr. Munson, that your judgment in keeping me safe has now changed?”

“I’m saying, Y/N, I would take a bullet for you but, for example, us keeping you sober isn’t a part of the security job description. If…If you wanted to get drunk right now we shouldn’t have any say in that…”

“Unless it leads to you roaming Paris in your underwear or makes someone want to hurt you.” Steve glances over your serious face. “What are you thinking, honey?”

“I just…I see what you mean. I wouldn’t want either of you to take a bullet or get hurt because of me. I’d rather it be me…”

It had been a while since you saw their eyes shift into this particular authoritative glow. Steve almost too roughly cupped your cheeks in his hands as he forced you to look at him.

“Don’t ever think or let us hear you say that again. It’s our job to keep you safe not the other way around. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, I understand.”, you whisper as your hands takes hold of his wrists.

“Y/N, like I said, we care about you but if your safety is on the line BECAUSE of us then we would end this right here right now.”

You pushed down the urge to cry at the thought of them leaving you. They had done so much for you in the short time they had been a part of your team.

“I promise I won’t interfere. I trust you both to take care of me.”

Steve’s eyes flick to Eddie’s for a moment before he kisses your forehead and lets you go.

##########

The following Monday, the three of you were sitting in your manager’s office waiting for him as he burst through with Sarah in tow.

“Well, look who decided to finally grace us with her presence. How was the vacation, Y/N?”, Jack sassed. “I don’t know why you two are even here. You’re fired.”, he gestures towards the boys.

“No they aren’t.”

“Excuse me?!”

“I said no they aren’t and you lower your voice when you speak to me!” Sarah smiled from her seat as the men on either side of you contained their excitement for you. “Jack, I’m tired. You were one of the ones that kept pushing me to get sober and now that I’m trying…I shouldn’t be on tour right now especially not with people like Mark shouting at me every 10 seconds. I need time to really have go at this.”

“Y/N…”, he sighed. “We’ve had this tour set up for months. Now I’ve put up with a lot from you but—”

“But nothing. I’m telling you no. I need a break. I can do interviews and keep working on the album. I can do little shows here but I can’t do a country wide tour right now.”

“Y/N, listen to me. Hear me. If you do this, if you cancel this tour, I will be forced to drop you as a client.”

You straighten up as you exhale, tapping into that sassy girl that resides within you.

“So be it. Sarah? Have you thought about being an agent?”

“Me? Oh, um, I mean…”

“You’re honestly the only person I trust who has always had my well-being in mind. I’ll pay you what I pay Jack and then some.”

She smiles as she glances towards your now former agent.

“I guess I just got a promotion.” You both stand, giving her a big hug before she pulls back to cup your face. “I’m really proud of you. I’ll come by later today and we can talk about a statement for the tour.”

“Y/N, please! Don’t do this! Look, why don’t you sit down and we can talk about this rationally.”, Jack begs. As he reaches for your arm to stop you from leaving, Eddie swats it away.

“I’m sorry, sir. You aren’t allowed to touch Miss Y/L/N.”

“But if you would like to speak with her, feel free to call her agent Sarah to set up an appointment.”, Steve grins as they both follow you out of the office.

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₊˚ʚ ᗢ. ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ᴏʀ ᴅᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴛ. ꜰɪᴠᴇ ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

aka, my favourite chapter (may Eywa bless these two pour souls)

the unfortunate pair: ao’nung x fem! sully! reader

chapter summary: going on your first date with a pompous ass-frog! aren’t you excited? absolutely nothing wrong could happen today.

warnings: sudden thoughts of death (giving barbie), two idiots realising they’re in love

word count: 2.9k

You screwed up big time.

“Did you take drugs or something?” Kiri looked at you incredulously as you sat there sheepishly on the hammock of the marui, echoing your thoughts and putting them out for the world to hear.

You paused before answering, “No, but thank you." to which Kiri rolled her eyes, crossing her arms.

It was the day after the sleepover, which meant…your date was today. It was seriously happening. You chose to confide in your one and only sister (that wouldn’t tattletale to your parents) about the events that conspired while you and Ao’nung were out of the tent last night.

“You kissed Ao’nung? Seriously? Him?” Kiri bent her body forwards, as if expecting you to tell her she heard wrong. “You must’ve hit your head.”

“...I don’t feel very comfortable right now, guys.” Norm half-whispered from right beside you with tweezers in his hands, about to take your DNA for processing in the lab.

“It’s all good Norm, just, keep on doing your thing- OW! Shit! What was that??” you jumped, feeling a sharp stab on your finger.

“What? You told me to do my thing.” Norm shrugged, placing a vial of your blood into a neat tray by his feet.

“I thought you were going to take hair, or something, with the tweezers???”

Apparently, Norm and Max were trying out remedies using the flora of Pandora. They suspected that if there was going to be a cure for anything, it would have to come from the Great Mother herself.

“Anyways, Norm, buddy,” Kiri smiled a little too widely, making him slow his movements. “We appreciate you keeping our little talk a secret.”

“Little talk? You mean..all that about…” he lowered his voice to a hushed tone, “the kiss?”

You both nodded at the same time.

“Mhm, I really appreciate you not telling our parents anything about that,” you smiled, tilting your head to the side. It was a perfectly genuine smile, but your tone? His lips were sealed.

“Attaboy!” Tonowari slapped Ao’nung on the back harshly, making him choke on his food.

Tsireya had spilled the beans to their parents about Ao’nung’s date with you that was happening within the next hour, despite his insistence to keep her mouth shut.

Luckily for Ao’nung, Ronal wasn’t present, as she had more pressing matters to attend to.

“But remember, I do not permit you kissing her on the first date. It’s much too early for that, son.” Tonowari said while preoccupied with his food, unnoticing how Ao’nung nearly spewed his drink all over the floor at his words.

Tsireya narrowed her eyes at her brother’s reaction, slapping her hand over her now agape mouth as she realised what was going on.

Slowly, she looked up at Ao’nung, who was looking back at his little sister with an equally horrified expression.

“I..have something urgent I need to take care of, please excuse me-” she stood up, scurrying away and out of the marui, turning into a full sprint into the direction of the Sully’s marui.

“Sorry dad, I also have something to do- which I completely forgot about, but as long as I get to it now I’ll be fine, so sorry again dad have a great rest of your day!” Ao’nung quickly followed Tsireya in fear of what she was going to do and who she was going to tell, leaving their father in the marui alone.

He sighed and shook his head, taking their food and dumping it into his own bowl.

“Kids these days..”

Ao’nung raced to the seashore, looking for any sign of his little sister gone rogue, feet kicking the sand wildly into the air. In the far distance of the sea, he only saw various other metkayina going on about their day, and Neteyam and Lo’ak on their ilus.

They were talking to someone who wasn’t on an ilu, it seemed.

His heart skipped a beat as he wondered if it was you, and he craned his head upwards, shielding his eyes from the light to take a look at the na’vi submerged in the water.

Curly hair….definitely a girl…teal skin???

Hold on.

That wasn’t you, that was Tsireya.

He was about to go swim towards them, taking a few steps into the warm water.

…But that was before he saw Neteyam racing towards the shore on his ilu, eyes wide but he was scowling like Ao’nung had just cut all his hair off.

If looks could kill, Ao’nung would’ve dropped dead at that moment, and there would be none of him left to mourn.

Now, he was sprinting as fast as he could in the opposite direction, Neteyam and Lo’ak hot on his tail.

“I’M GOING TO INVERT YOUR RIBCAGE!” were the last words Ao’nung heard before his world went black. (jk he’s fine)

“Hey ugly frogboy!” you smirked, waving the frogboy in question over to the rock you sat on.

You watched as he swam through the surface of the water, rolling his eyes to signify his clear irritation. You couldn’t help but look at the small droplets of water still retained in his curls from being in the water all day. Then your mind slowly turned to focus on his…everything.

Then it wandered off into entirely different places, like how humans covered themselves up entirely with cloth. Why did they do that? Perhaps it was a thing of religion. But did they not feel hot during the summers they talked about so much in the novels you read?

“You are aware I don’t know what that word means, right?” he said gruffly, hoisting himself onto the rock, water pooling by his feet with each step he took towards you.

You were half expecting him to sit down next to you, but of course he wouldn’t. His pride was too great for that. His shadow was cast over you, protecting you from the shining daylight that was making your face flush.

“Yeah, I just don’t really care,” you pushed yourself up, not willing to have him look down on you any longer. It didn’t really help though, as you still had to look up at him because of the painful height difference.

But this time was different. Instead of his looking down on you like you were the bane of his existence, eyes squinting and lips pushed up into a scowl, he let his head hang down low to meet the angle of yours. He usually looked up and past you, acting as if you weren’t there.

But this time, this time his irises were fixed on yours, combined with a smile you never usually saw on his face before made your stomach pit. It wasn’t in a bad way, though.

Why was he looking at you like that? What’s up with that smile? Why is his body language so..open, now? What changed? You weren't sentimental, but there was something about the way he looked at you that made a spongy tenderness push down on your chest, knocking the air out of it.

No.

You didn’t entirely understand it at the time, but that was the only word your mind came up with. You didn’t want this. You can’t get attached. He’s just here to help you complete your silly little bucket list before you die. Not another person to be sad about when you’re crying on your deathbed.

You ripped your eyes away from his, walking past him and into the cold ocean, getting ready to swim whenever.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he voiced out from behind you. Involuntarily, you froze. The bastard probably wasn’t aware of the shivers sent down your spine as he said those words, shivers which you desperately tried to ignore.

Perhaps this whole date thing was a big mistake. You could’ve asked Rotxo out in front of everyone instead of him, couldn’t you? The horrified look on Ao’nung’s face would be equally as satisfying to see as the look on his face when you asked him, would it not?

“You can’t be swimming anywhere. I won’t allow you to. We can’t have you passing out on me again like last time, princess.”

The words spilled out of him like he’d said it to dozens of other girls in the past.

Princess.

You turned around when he said that, eyes wide, staring straight at him, but he made no move.

“I’m not weak.”

He shrugged. “I know. But you wouldn’t want anything getting in the way of our lovely date that you so desperately begged me for, right?”

You deadpanned, turning your head back around and attempting to walk deeper into the water, ignoring the goosebumps spread throughout your body as the cold engulfed your thighs. Dammit, why’d it have to be windy?

Your eyes rolled on their own out of pure reflex hearing him walk towards you, his footsteps emphasised by the sound of splashing water.

“There’s nothing you can do to stop m–”

His arms were wrapped around your abdomen, right below your chest. He bent down and laid his head sideways on the spot on your back between the shoulders, as if he were begging you not to leave. His body wasn’t pressing up against yours, rather a quite a bit of space was placed between you two.

(haha u thought i was gonna continue that scene? in ur dreams)

“So all you have to do is try and get three of those symbols in a row, and the first one to do that wins,” you gestured towards the grid you marked out in the sand, sitting cross legged in front of a confused Ao’nung.

“..Seems easy enough.” he squinted as he peered at the grid, no doubt in his mind he was wondering how sky people invented these sorts of games.

You drew your first circle.

Then he crossed out an X.

The pattern repeated, until you trapped him skillfully, leaving him no choice but to let you win.

“What the- How’d you do that?” he frowned, much to your pleasure.

“Well, a master tic-tac-toer doesn’t share their secrets!” you grinned, secretly uncertain how this buffoon was the next chief of the Metkayina.

To you, this was child’s play. To him, it’s like he’d started learning new war tactics from a space alien (not entirely false).

“I demand a rematch!” he huffed, redrawing the grid on the sand with his finger.

“Fine, but don’t get all sulky when I keep winning.”

You’ve probably played tic-tac-toe like, 50 times in a row by now. It was getting boring, but the look on his face after you managed to win again and again and again was so worth it.

He groaned after he saw he’d been defeated for the umpteenth time, covering his face in absolute shame. “I’m a disappointment to my family.” he muttered between his hands.

“Pff–” you slapped your hand over your mouth to prevent yourself from plundering his ego further, but it was too late, he was now glaring at your expression.

“I demand a rema–”

“Oh my goodness, just stop it!” you complained, but your playful smirk never left your face. “You lost like a hundred times, get over it! Why do you keep insisting on replaying even though you know you’re gonna keep losing?”

He shut his mouth, looking sideways downcast at the sand. Because I like seeing your smile whenever you win.

But over his dead body would he tell you that. Or admit to himself he just thought that.

Tell her something, anything! Just stop looking so depressed! She’s gonna think you’re lame! A sore loser! Shit, shit come up with something you stupid idiot!

You stared at him with your eyebrows furrowed. He was fidgeting with his fingers, still staring at that particular patch of sand. The gentle breeze was blowing to your left, towards the village, and you kind of considered taking him there to his mother’s tent in case they had treatment for the crisis he looked like he was having.

Had you not been staring at other things during the awkward moment of silence that fell over you two, you would’ve noticed the slight blush of purple tingeing the tips of his ears as he looked down at your fingers absentmindedly tracing over the sand.

How would your fingers feel tracing the stripes on his back?

Wait, what?

WHAT?

No because that’s like the most embarrassing and weird and totally nasty thing he’s ever thought of. WHAT.

You- He- You both- what- WHAT-

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He took a deep breath in to steady himself, silently praying to Eywa so that you wouldn’t notice how purple he was in the face.

He liked you.

He liked you a lot.

I mean, that was obvious. He kissed you. But like, kissing someone doesn’t mean you AUTOMATICALLY like them right.

As he made up a million excuses for his behaviour inside his mind, you were having thoughts the total opposite to his.

You wondered how he’d react to the news of your death.

Tsireya knew, Lo’ak told her while he was being all emo (rightfully though).

Ronal knew.

Tonowari was to know..maybe today? You didn’t bother about the details; whatever was to happen would happen.

But the problem is, you were having second thoughts about…this whole situation.

You got your date. That’s the only thing you wanted right?

Could this count as…manipulation???

Okay, it totally does. Kissing some guy and then taking him out on a date when your life is in great peril and not letting him know that your life is in great peril totally counts as manipulation.

Oh my god. What if he actually catches feelings for you??

Oh my god. What if YOU catch feelings for HIM??

You looked at him again as he stared deeply into nothing, his eyes looking past you. Or rather, perhaps they were looking at you before, but he looked away once you looked at him.

“...cute.” you whispered absent-mindedly.

“What?” he responded, making your eyes go half an inch wider.

“I said you look like a sack of shit.”

“Oh.” he huffed, looking down at the sand.

You looked at him incredulously. What? No comeback? No insult? No ‘screw you’?

Suddenly, you felt something weigh down on your chest.

Everything around you felt so much more real.

The millions of grains of sand beneath your legs, some caught in between your toes, and the crisp breeze blowing softly around your neck like a wisp.

You, sitting here with him.

The countdown on your life.

You clenched your right hand as you reached out your left, drawing a new tic-tac-toe board on the dry, soft particles of sand.

As the two of you resumed playing, you struggled to actually accept the reality of it all.

You were going to die. (if Norm and Max didn’t find a cure).

How would it feel?

How would your family do without you?

You were in some sort of state of denial before this moment.

And now you had the unsuppressable urge you supposed your human ancestors did.

To forget.

As the morning light spilled into the marui of the olo’eyktan’s family, one boy in particular hadn’t been able to sleep peacefully.

His mind raced with the flashes of the memories of the date you two had, his face and ears shade of deep periwinkle.

He turned on his side to face the woven walls of his home, one hand clasped over the other as he laid deep in thought.

The look on your face when you two danced in tandem.

The creases of your smile when you played truth or dare.

The tenderness in your voice when you had conversations with your family.

You.

Forget a ‘crush’.

The man was, undeniably, irrevocably, undoubtedly, indubitably,

in love with you.

And he struggled to figure out why.

“Brother! Get up!” Tsireya’s voice suddenly connected through his brain, causing him to fall off his hammock with a large thud.

“Eywa, recently you’ve been so much harder to wake up.” she sighed to herself, crossing her arms as she looked down at the amusing sight of her older brother on the floor.

To her surprise, he didn’t respond, instead slowly rising from the floor, subtly trying to hide the blush on his face from his sister (who can read him like a children’s book).

She gasped dramatically, causing him to take a few groggy steps back in fright. “You looooveee her, don’t you!” she teased, her eyes, usually big and sweet, now narrowed into those of a mischievous cat.

He looked at her in horror. HOW DID SHE KNOW. (bro the whole village knows atp its not like ur trying 2 hide it)

“You must be delusional.” he said after taking a few seconds to compose himself. He put on this air of.. “superiority.”

“There’s no way I’d like someone like her.” he sneered, trying to convince himself that you were super ugly and totally not his type and totally doesn’t make him kick his feet giggling silently in the middle of the night whenever he thinks about you and the banter you share.

She rolled her eyes, seeing straight through his…can you even call those ‘lies’? “Right…well she definitely likes you, you know. You should be more considerate,” her voice dropped into a soft whisper, “...with her situation.”

At that, he blinked away his morning sleepiness. “What? What situation?” he asked genuinely, looking into Tsireya’s now widened eyes.

She froze, realising what she just said.

The marui was empty, just them two. In that moment, it felt like the winds stopped moving, everything remaining static except for the two siblings.

The slightly horrified look on her face made his heart drop.

He stepped towards her, putting his hands on her shoulders.

“Tsireya.”

“What situation?”

omfg, feels so good to be back writing, idk why it took so long since my announcement probs just because things have been really busy in my life lately, but i hope u guys enjoy <3 sorry if the story seems a little disconnected, its just been a while since i’ve written this whole thing haha

as always, (i love writing this part), I appreciate you all so muchh, tysm for the support on the series both on this account and my wattpad account. Please stay tuned for the rest 💗

much loved, lorre.

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eskawrites · 3 months

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find the word!

tagged by @lavenderstobins and def using this as an excuse not to work on a monday morning, so thank you! <3

rules: search your WIPs for the words you're given and share the extract they're from.

the words i was given are: laugh, throat, blue, care, eyebrow and friend.

laugh, from thriving in the apocalypse (working title: battle in the woods, robin gets hurt)

Robin reaches her free hand toward him. He takes it and brings it to his cheek. “I’m sor—” “Don’t you dare.” It’s barely a breath, the seriousness of it wrapped so prettily in the rasp of her voice. “You saved me, dingus. Remember?” Steve’s laugh is real this time. Robin brushes her thumb over his cheek as the tears start falling. He gulps and shakes his head again. “Stop comforting me. You’re the one bleeding out on the ground.”

throat, from the charmed au (i am human, and i need to be loved)

“No. We…” El speaks slowly, not like she’s hesitating, but like she’s unsure of how the words feel in her mouth. “Are sisters.” No, the world isn’t falling out from under her. It’s crashing down around her. Robin feels her pulse in her throat. Something is ringing in her ears. She almost loses her grip on the flashlight, the beam wavering between them all. The other two don’t seem to notice. Max shakes her head a little. “No, we’re sisters.” She gestures between herself and Robin. Annoyance has crept into her voice now. “But we don’t even know who you are.”

blue, from the nancy pov

Nancy watches the flex of her shoulders—bare with the dark blue cut-off she’s wearing today. There’s a light sheen of sweat covering her arms, the sides of her torso, the back of her neck beneath her hairline—shorter than ever in a stylish boy’s cut that’s so neat and soft it must be new. So many of her freckles are on display, even more prominent than usual after a hot summer. Nancy doesn’t realize she’s staring until Robin catches her. But all Robin does is smile at her. She wipes the sweaty hair from her face and heads back down to the truck, leaving Nancy to shake herself off and thank whatever higher power might be listening that Max and Dustin are too busy arguing about what should go on the end table to have noticed.

care, from an untitled nancy ptsd thing

Holly and Robin both just…keep drawing. She can hear arguing drifting up from the basement. She wonders what happened after the group defeated the gnolls. If they decided to rest or keep exploring. If they sat around talking about her meltdown, and how stupid it was that she stormed off, and how much it sucked that Robin had to leave them just to go take care of her. “Hey.” Robin taps her foot against Nancy’s beneath the table. When Nancy looks up, she grins. “Pass me the green?”

eyebrow, from a cfdau doc just titled 'extras and futures'

Robin tries—she tries—to be serious, but she can’t bite back her grin. Nancy narrows her eyes, amused and annoyed already, and that’s all the incentive she needs to say, “Is this actually your proposal, Wheeler? Because I know I’m pretty laid back, but I at least expected a ring or something.” “Or something?” Nancy raises an eyebrow and rises on her knees, reaching up to cup Robin’s face and tilt her head up gently. “I can work with or something.” Before Robin can come up with a response—not that she would, not with Nancy looking at her like that—Nancy leans down and kisses her, hard and hot and open. She kisses her until Robin lets out a desperate, breathless whimper, and then she pulls back, a perfect, smug little smirk on her lips.

friend, also from the untitled nancy ptsd thing

“Thanks,” she says at the end of the day, when they’re parting ways at Nancy’s front door. At Nancy’s questioning look, she smiles at her, like it’s the easiest thing in the world to do. Nancy stares at that smile, wondering yet again how she can manage it after everything. Monsters and murderers and spending the day with a girl who doesn’t even know how to hang out with a friend anymore. But she smiles anyway, and Nancy knows her well enough to know that it’s as genuine and natural as the rest of her. “I’m really glad you invited me over. We should hang out again soon, okay?” Nancy nods. She realizes she’s still staring at her smile and looks up at her eyes instead. “Okay,” she whispers.

I'm tagging @smileweakandwrong and @lesbianlotties and you, if you so wish

Your words are glass, remain, unlikely, loyal, and wrong.

#writing things #wip games #thank youuu i love shit like this #nancy pov #celebrity fake dating au #charmed au #thriving in the apocalypse

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chapel-of-rizztual · 9 months

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I've read so many headcanons about it today, I can't think anymore, so I'm coming with humble request, if you'd be interested - some seriously touch-starved Dew? Smut, fluff, fluffy smut...? Possibly with Copia (not sure if you write for him - if not, maybe Mountain or Cumulus)? Pls help this has me in a chokehold.

It wasn’t unusual for Dew to distance himself from the others. It wasn’t often, the closeness of the pack was something he found comfort in, but sometimes he just needed to be alone, to breath by himself. It never lasted long, a couple of days at most, before he was back in the arms and comfort of his pack. They’d all wait for him, giving him his space, as long it takes for him come back to them, because he always does.

But this time it was different. Copia watched as Dew shuffled along the halls of the hotel, stumbling a little over his own feet. It had been weeks now, and Dew had yet to return to the pack. And he was struggling. Copia could see how tired he was, the dark circles under his eyes, movement’s slow, sluggish, all his energy being used on stage.

He was about to say something, ask the ghoul if he needed help with anything, but the hotel door got slammed in his face before he could even open his mouth. There’s a hand squeezing at his shoulder and Copia turns around, looking up at Mountain.

“He’s struggling. Without Aether, it’s hard for him.”

Copia squeezes at Mountain’s hand, placing a kiss to his wrist.

“I don’t- what can I do to help him?”

“Just talk to him. We’ve all tired and got nowhere, maybe you’ll have more success.”

Copia nods, placing another kiss to Mountain’s hand.

“I will try.”

Mountain gives him a nod before striding off towards his own room, pulling Rain along with him.

Copia goes back to his own room, showering off the sweat from the show, giving Dew time to do the same. He waits another hour, scrolling through his phone mindlessly, just to be sure Dew will have settled for the night. He doesn’t bother dressing again, keeping the slightly too scratchy bathrobe on, before making his way back to the ghouls room.

He knocks on the door, a little too loudly, making himself jump. There’s no answer. He knocks again, pressing his ear to the door listening for any sign that there’s life. Silence. He knocks again.

“Dew? Are you in there?” He knocks again, jiggling the door handle. The door opens. Copia raises an eyebrow, stepping in the room.

“Dew?” He calls out again. “Are you okay? We are all worried about you.”

There’s still no reply, not even a sound to indicate that Dew was even in the room. The bed was still made, Dew’s helmet and uniform strewn messily over the neat white sheets. The sound of the shower running distracts him, Turing his attention from the clothes to the closed door to his left.

He doesn’t even knock, just pushes the door open, almost choking as the thick steam hits him in the face. He see Dew, sat with his knees to his chest on the shower floor.

“Dew?” Copia shuts the shower off, hissing as the scolding water runs down his arm. “How long have you been in here?”

Dew looks up at him, a distant look in his eyes. “Papa?”

Copia brushes some off the water from Dew’s face with his thumb. “Yeah? I’m here.”

Dew doesn’t reply just lifts his arms up for Copia for pick him up. He does, picking the naked ghoul up with ease, despite the water making him slippery. Dew’s legs immediately wrap around his hips, his arms around his neck and buries his face into his neck with a small whimper.

Copia runs a hand down his back, pressing a kiss to Dew’s shoulder. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.”

Copia carries him from the bathroom back to the bed, brushing Dew’s clothes onto the floor with one hand. He goes to lie Dew down on the bed but Dew let’s out a distressed chirp, his legs tightening around his hips. “No-please- please don’t put me down.” He squeaks, clinging to him harder.

“You don’t want to go to sleep?” Dew shakes his head again Copia’s neck. “Don’t want you to let me go.” Copia ribs at his back again. “I can stay with you if you want?”

“Yes please.” Dew whisper so softly that Copia almost didn’t hear him.

He turns the overhead light off, flicking a lamp on, and climbs onto bed, lying on his back holding Dew onto his side.

Copia combs his finger through Dew’s damp hair hoping to get a purr out of him, but Dew just whines and wiggles against him uncomfortably.

“What is it, little one. What is wrong?” Copia’s accent is thick with worry.

Dew whines, burring his head into Copia’s chest.

“Too far away.”

Copia let’s put a confused sound.

“Who is? Aether?”

Dew shakes his head.

“You. Not close enough.”

Copia chuckles at him.

“We’re already so close I don’t think we can’t get any closer.”

Dew whines, shaking his head, pushing his hand onto the slit of the robe to touch Copia’s bare chest.

“Need to be closer.”

Oh. Closer. Copia pulls the robe off as gently as he can, not wanting to dislodge Dew from his side, hoping that the skin to skin is what Dew wants. A happy thrill comes from Dew and he throws a skinny leg over Copia’s hip, burring himself deeper into the warmth of Copia.

It doesn’t take for for to start wiggling again, a whine leaving his lips again.

“Not close enough.” He looks up at Copia with tears welling in his eyes, chin wobbling. “Need to be closer.”

“My darling, I don’t how much closer we can get.”

Dew let’s out a small sob, resting his head on Copia’s chest. “Please. Need to be closer.” Copia feels tears drip onto his chest. “Closer-please Papa. Need you more.” Copia tightens his arms around Dew. “Baby, we can’t get any closer, we're already cuddled up as close as we can.” Dew shudders a sob.“Papa, please- I need- please Papa.” “Can I try something? Do you trust me?”

Dew nods, sniffling slightly, looking up at Copia with wet eyes.

Copia halls Dew fully on top of him, pulling each leg around his hips.

“Keep your legs spread for me, okay.”

Copia takes a second getting himself fully hard, he was already halfway there, having a warm naked body pressed up against helped him out there.

He licks two fingers, wiggles them between Dew’s legs, to his cunt, between his folds, making sure he’s wet. Dew squeaks at the touch, looking up at Copia with wide eyes.

“I don’t- no sex.” There’s a slight panic in his voice. “I don’t want to have sex today.”

“Oh I know.” Copia brushes a few stray hairs from Dew’s face. “No sex. I promise. We’ll just be close.”

Dew nods, the slight panic draining from his face.

“Wanna be close.”

“You tell me if you don’t like it, okay? And I will stop.”

Dew nods again, still looking up at Copia from behind his lashes.

Copia rearranges Dew so his entrance his positions just over his cock, and he pushes in as slowly and as gently as he can. Dew’s eyes widen as Copia, pushes in, filling him out. Copia’s hands run up and down Dew’s back as he bottoms out and stills.

Dew blinks owlishly at him, cheeks heating up.

“Oh.”

Copia smiles up at him.

“Yeah? This good? This okay?”

Dew nods and Copia visibly see him relax, feeling him relax into his touch.

“Yeah. This is good. S’nice.” “You wanna sit like this? Nice and close.” Dew looks like he’s about to cry again. “So close, Papa.”

“Yeah, yeah we are baby.” Copia scratches around the base of Dew’s horns. Dew rests his head on Copia's chest, his hands coming up to knead at his shoulders. They lie in comfortable silence, both of them enjoying the closeness of each other, Copia’s hand roaming all over Dew’s back, drawing nonsense patterns. Copia is just starting to drift off, thinking Dew already had, when a deep vibration shakes though his chest. He hears the loud motor-like rumbling echoing around the room so loudly the sound bounces from each wall. He smiles down at the small ghoul, unable to help himself. Dew’s purring. Finally.

#Ahhhh The more I wrote the more I hated it #ficlet #the band ghost #ghost headcanons #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #papa emeritus iv #thank you for the ask!#not edited if you see a mistake no you didn’t #my writing

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inkgyao · 2 years

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dress / hyunjin x reader

summary - jeongyeon ( from twice ) forced you to go to one of hyunjins frat parties.. blah blah, im tired 😞

warnings - afab reader, smut, sloppy blowjob, creampie, degrading, name calling, college au.. messy all around

“ i can’t believe you roped me into this mess.. “ you stormed into your shared dorm, throwing herself on your neatly made bed, stuffing your face between pillows. “ calm down, this is what im talking about, you need to loosen up a bit. you’re always so tensed up from work.. won’t this be a good opportunity to just.. let loose? yknow, calm some nerves. “ jeongyeon retorted, walking over and taking a seat besides you. “ but i hate parties.. it’s not that im socially awkward or anything.. it’s just, “

“ hyunjin will be there? “

you meekly nodded, getting up and sulking at jeongyeons side. you’ve liked hyunjin for.. god knows how long, you’ve always been too timid to talk to him or to even approach him. everytime he walks past you in the halls, a waft of butterflies erupts in your stomach, sending you running to jeongyeon about your girl crush. your roommate thought it was cute though, to see you gush over your crush and ending your speech with a sigh of relief. “ i don’t have anything nice to wear and just the thought of him alone is making me nervous.. i might barf. “ you held your stomach, feeling a wave of anxiety wash over you.

she thought for a moment.. eyes widen when an idea came to mind. “ i have some dresses that were given to me that you might like! i don’t wear them since they’re too risqué.. and i like to dress more conversitively. “

she shot up and started to rummage through her closet, coming back out with a cheeky, tight dress. “ you seriously want me to wear .. that? what if it doesn’t woo him over.. ill look like an idiot, a slutty idiot. “ you puffed your cheeks as a form of protest but jeongyeon didn’t take no for an answer, she grabbed your wrist and shoveled you into the bathroom with the dress still on the hanger. you rolled your eyes in annoyance, taking off your clothes and slipping the dress on ; the slit wasn’t too deep but it was deep enough to display your cleavage, your tits looked like they were basically spilling out the dress, not to mention how it hugged around your ass and how short it was. you grumbled as you opened the bathroom, tugging at the hem of the dress to lower it.

your roommate stared at you with huge eyes, bursting into laughter. “ oh my god, y/n.. you should totally wear that, it’ll catch everyone off guard. “

you flipped the bird and slipped on some heels, walking past her to hyunjins party.

you and jeongyeon finally arrived, she drifted off into the sea of people while you were trying to scavenge around for hyunjin. the heels gave you an advantage, trying to squeeze in between sweaty, drunk people was your biggest fear. ‘ god this is so gross. ‘ you screwed your eyes shut, bumping into something hard.. you almost fell on your ass if they didn’t catch you in time. their hand gracefully hovering right above your ass, making your face flush.

“ y/n?.. “ he quizzed.

you froze, throat starting to get dry from pure embarrassment. it was him. “ h-hey hyunjin.. “ you stuttered out, flashing him a crooked smile.

“ hey, pretty, i almost didn’t recognize you.. with this dress on. “ his voice became huskier, eyes glazing over your body, your breasts basically on display for the man.

“ it’s my roommates dress.. she let me borrow it for tonight. “

“ she needs to let you borrow it more often. “ he joked, finally letting you go.

you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, rubbing your forearm as he tried to make small talk with you. “ is there anywhere more quiet?.. im just so tipsy and my head hurts.. “ you lied, just trying to get alone with him. he gave you a puzzled look but led you to his room upstairs, surprisingly it was pretty neat for a college boys room. you sat down and watched him close the door behind him, the music being drowned out by his heaving footsteps approaching you.

too nervous to say anything, hyunjin sat next to you, watching your tits bounce with the bed. you didn’t know it but hyunjin liked you as much as you adored him.. though in a much perverted way.

you take the chance and turn yourself around to lay down on hyunjin while he rested on his elbows. “ the musics so loud.. makes m’ head hurt. “ you slurred, unsure of where this boost of confidence was coming from. maybe it was the fact that hyunjin wasn’t good at being discreet when he stares. “ do you mind staying with me? i would love some company right now. “ you whispered, hand traveling up and down his toned body, breasts pressed up against his chest, ass sticking out slightly. you stared at his exposed midriff, admiring his porcelain skin and the prominent vline that you could see under his jeans.

he could feel his pants getting tighter as you dragged and teased him with your finger. “ gorgeous, i know you aren’t tipsy.. ive been watching you since you’ve came. if you wanted to stay with me you could’ve said so. “

an uhm croaked out, lips agape slightly. “ it’s alright with you..? “ you asked quietly, moving your hand dangerously low. he nodded and grabbed your small hand, intertwining it with his. it was much bigger than yours and his veins were visible.. his long slender fingers concealed yours, guiding it to where his bulge was located. “ s’ big and hard.. “ you mumbled, biting your flushed lip.

he let out a small laugh, watching his eyes crinkle. “ take it out, baby. “ hyunjin reassured, unbuttoning his pants, leaving you to unzip and push his garments down.. his cock flew up, almost slapping his exposed bellybutton, precum dribbling out his slit. you were too enamored to say anything, just stared at his dick between your fingers. that’s when you leaned down, collecting the salty residue that was leaking out on your tongue, using your warm tongue to glide over his shaft, slowly licking up and down his veins, wanting to savor everything. it’s not everyday that you have hwang hyunjins cock in your mouth.

quiet groans escaped past his pouty lips, gently caressing the side of your head as your tongue worked its way up and down his girthy cock. you moaned against his dick in bliss, sloppily making out with it. hyunjin thought it was the hottest thing ever, how you used your filthy mouth to desperately kiss and suck on his dick, how your lipstick smeared on your pretty lips and how his dick was covered in lipstick stained kisses.

your legs were pressed together, your white panties completely soaked as you continued to stuff your mouth with his cock. he gently facefucked you, snapping his hips up into your mouth, making desperate attempts for you to take him in fully. you gagged and whined, taking him out your mouth with a string of saliva still attached to his pink tip. your mouth hot and open with drool all over your chin and your eye makeup pouring down your cheeks.

“ holy fuck. “ he mumbled. you sat there and watched him get up, eyes glued to his erect dick, too distracted when hyunjin pushed you down on his bed, you whimper and watch his needy hands snake up your dress to tear your panties off. whining as the cold air met with your heated cunt.

“ it’s funny.. white is a color for purity and innocence and you are none of those things. “ he joked, spreading your legs apart and harshly squeezing the fat of your thighs. your puffy and swollen cunt exposed for him.

“hyunjin.. “ you weakly whined out, squirming around as he played with your clit with his tip, bucking your hips forward so pathetically. “ what do you want, princess? “ he questioned, wanting you to humiliate yourself underneath him. “ fuck me, please. please sir? “ you nicely asked, your eyes shut while your cheeks grew hotter.

“ of course, baby. “ — a slap to your face made you open your eyes, staring up at him in disbelief. your cheek stung but oddly enough it aroused you. “ look at me when i fuck you, alright? “ you nodded, too dumbfounded to form a sentence.

and without warning, he rammed his whole length inside you, your pussy contorting itself around his fat cock. “ f-fuck! “ you yelled out, his fingers being shoved in your mouth to keep you silent.

he was so rough with you which was unexpected— hyunjin was always so sweet and clumsy, you never thought he would be this type of man in the sheets. but it was a welcoming surprise.

hot tears started to stream down your face, looking up at hyunjin as his lips curled into a smirk. “ you’re crying? but weren’t you just being a total whore for me? sucking me off when we’ve barely known each other? “ he spat out, his words making you cry out even more.

your hands weakly held onto his arms, unable to do anything while he pounded you into his mattress. your moans were so distorted, moaning out his name and chanting curses ; spreading your legs further more so he could go balls deep inside you and his tip constantly kissing your cervix. it was too much for you.

your pussy squelching around his thick cock, squirting countless times and him still relentlessly fucking you. your clit abused as he slapped and rubbed it, how your face scrunched up and your eyes furrowed in worry — and his favorite part, how your tits jiggled everytime he thrusted into you. watching them bounce was enough to make him finish. “ who’s my good girl? huh? say it, slut. “ he said behind gritted teeth, grabbing your face and squeezing your cheeks between his hand, sticking his thumb inside your mouth.

“ im -im your good girl.. fuck! im your best girl, please.. hyunjinnn~ “ you rolled his eyes back, and kept slurring his name. “ look at my stupid whore, already cockdrunk.. “ he groaned, finally releasing creamy, hot ropes of white inside your cunt. watching his cum spill out from your abused pussy and fall on his wet sheets.

your whole body went limp, a sticky, sweaty mess but he still held you close to his chest. “ i don’t think your roommate would want her dress back. “

#skz #skz changbin #skz smut #skz x reader #stray kids #hwang hyunjin #skz minho #stray kids smut #hyunjin smut #skz hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #skz bang chan #skz han #skz seungmin #stray kids hyunjin #straykids x reader

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randomingoftherandomness · 1 month

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I wish i had the power write it myself but, the paralel of them before the minister(li bing’s dad) death, all childhood sweethearts and after it all went down, tied with a ribbon of a sentence. I imagined something like “we could’ve worked together” between them as kid imagining themselves in the future, and them in the future talking abt their current relationship (qiu qingzhi(if im not wrong writing his name) keeps taking li bing’s cases for ‘protection’)

A/N: I’m taking that ribbon bit seriously 😚ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི

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“What’s this then?”

Li Bing merely smiles in reply, licking his lips as he one handedly tries to tie the end of a red string around his pinky finger. “Come here,” He instructs, immediately looping the other end of the string around Qiu Qingzhi’s left little finger.

“Are you trying to cut off circulation to my finger? Is this how you succeed in killing me?”

“Oh, hush,” Li Bing grouses, unable to hold a serious face for too long at the way Qiu Qingzhi is wiggling his eyebrows. “We still have to make good on working our way up the Court of Judicial Review. Both of us as Vice Ministers under my father, remember?”

“Of course,” Qiu Qingzhi says agreeably with the tone of someone used to playing along and indulging with whatever his most precious person says. “But it still doesn’t tell me what this is all about?”

“Silly. I’m making rings for the both of us.”

Qiu Qingzhi makes a curious noise, scooting closer to see the neat knot Li Bing used to tie off the string around his finger.

“We could just as easily buy ones from the market? I’m sure there’s a craftsman there who can even shape our rings in whatever designs we want.”

Li Bing clicks his tongue disapprovingly. Putting on an air of ‘I know things that you don’t’, he takes a pair of scissors and snips the loose string between the down so that the threads on their fingers are sitting snug and flat.

“I overheard the matchmaker talk about red strings today. She was saying that fated people have red strings that tie them together,” Li Bing explains. Infinitely patient while he hums in satisfaction at his handiwork. “There. All done.”

Qiu Qingzhi holds his hand out to the sky, examining the red against his pale skin.

“You know that’s not how it works, right? You can’t just make a red string of fate,” He says, hooking his finger around Li Bing’s. “You either have a red string of fate or you don’t at all.”

Li Bing shakes his head. Tightening the hook of their fingers, he sits closer. “I don’t believe that.”

“Stubborn.”

Smiling ruefully, Li Bing shrugs. “Only when it comes to you.”

He finds it threaded into a belt charm. Tucked under all that armour that Qiu Qingzhi wears, it would have looked like nothing to anyone who didn’t know what it was.

But Li Bing wasn’t just anyone and he definitely knew what that was. What it meant and still means to the both of them.

“You kept it,” Li Bing whispers. Awe and guilt seizing tight in his chest.

“I never took it off. Even when…”

Li Bing nods. Understanding what Qiu Qingzhi still can’t say out loud. The hurt is still there and soon they’ll need to address it if they want to keep doing this. And by the heavens above, Li Bing will do it whatever it takes to keep this stupid man with him for forever.

“Don’t move,” He sighs, immediately reaching out to help Qiu Qingzhi sit up in bed. “You’re still healing.”

“I can’t help it. You kidnapped me from my perfectly fine bed—“

“Someone needs to keep an eye on your foolish ass and you’ve got your men too cowed to say a word against you—“

“—practically tied me to your bed—“

“So that I can watch over you—!”

“The Jinwei Guards have perfect access to medical personnel and we have just as good of resources as the Court of Judicial Review.” Qiu Qingzhi raises an eyebrow. “Just admit it. You’re stubborn. It has always been your way or no way at all.”

“Only when it counts. Only when it comes to you,” Li Bing says. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he exhales, shoulders slumping. “Can’t you just… Let me do this?”

If Qiu Qingzhi has anything to say, he keeps it locked away. When Li Bing looks back to him, the man is serenely watching the way the rain is sluicing off the rooftops.

“I can’t lose you. Not when I almost lost you for good.” Li Bing admits, offering the truth uncoloured by any intent other than to be honest.

Reaching out a hand, he hooks their pinky fingers together. “I made a red thread for both of us. I chose you. I’ll choose you, every single time. I made the mistake of not fighting hard enough for you the first time round and I won’t do that again.”

“You…” Qiu Qingzhi huffs. Shaking his head, he slowly smiles, indulging and fond. “I can’t ever win against you.”

Scooting closer to him, Li Bing folds a hand over their joined digits. “It’s only because you always let me win.”

#qiubing #white cat legend #white cat legend fic #gab writes stuff #qiu qingzhi #li bing #qiu qingzhi x li bing #this was sooooo self indulgent to write and I regret nothing #thank you for the prompt Nonnie!

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(Jasper is a snarky drow wild-magic sorcerer/multiclassed rogue. He was pretty careless about his magic until meeting Gale, and his solutions to things still mostly ends up being ‘is it worth lockpicking, or should we just explode it and run?’ He’s closed-off and snippy with people he doesn’t know, but longs for connection at heart. It just… takes a while to get there. He’s quite awkward when he’s actually being open with people. When the two of them are alone, it’s one of the few times Jasper actually is fully himself.

Jasper is illiterate; never learned to read, but ‘begrudgingly’ lets Gale teach him slowly after the events of the game. Still not great, but getting there. While they do live together, Jasper still takes trips to the Underdark every now and again. This letter was written during one of his times there.)

Gale, hello.

(The handwriting drastically changes. While the above line is practically intended into the paper, the rest is written in neat cursive.)

The rest of this letter is being transcribed by Astarion because I don’t feel like sending you something that could be mistaken for a toddler’s journal. Then again, that’s what your handwriting can look like sometimes if you’re tired enough, so maybe you’d find it readable anyway.

What do people even write in letters, anyway? Hello, dearest Gale of Waterdeep, how farest thou in my absence? Psh, he’d laugh at that. He’s cute when he- wait, don’t write that down- hey, give me the-

(There’s some illegible scribbling after that.)

Anyway, Gale. How are your bookshelves? They’re probably dusty. You should dust them.

Did you eat food today? It’s dinnertime. It won’t be when you get this, though, I guess. Hm.

Ok, seriously, what am I supposed to say? Astarion note: He rambled for about five minutes about the uselessness of letters and small talk, darling, I’m not writing all of this down. He misses you, you’re both pathetically in love, it’s absolutely sickening, get a room.

Oh, right. Some of the mushroom people myconids gave me some stuff to bring back to you. I didn’t really stay long enough to figure out exactly what it all is since the whole mind speaking thing makes me nauseous, but there’s some amulet and a couple scrolls.

I also have not blown anything up yet. On purpose. Two explosive surges happened. Whether that’s good or bad is up for debate. There aren’t any of the explodey mushrooms around where I’m staying.

Pet Tara for me.

And if you look like you’ve pulled even one all-nighter when I get back, I’m dragging you to bed. Put your books down and go to sleep, wizard.

~ Jasper

(The name is signed in the same poor handwriting as the greeting)

P.S. Hello. Astarion again, absolute pleasure. Next time, send a scribe with him if you want to be penpals, or I’m going to start charging.

Sweet Jasper,

And Astarion, by default.

No matter the transcriber, you know I adore hearing from you. I’d spend countless nights decoding your handwriting if it meant our communication stayed strong during your nights away. And, for the record, I’m glad you think I’m cute when I laugh. You’re rather adorable when you laugh, too.

I have cleaned the tower in your absence, but it’s quickly returned to dust-filled madness since beginning a new project of mine. No matter, though, it’ll be spotless by the time you return. You’ll be happy to know I’m eating just fine, and Tara can vouch for me on such. She’d have a field day if I didn’t stop and have a meal now and then, no matter how deep I was into a tome.

Thank the Myconids for me. Their scrolls have proved to be rather helpful lately. It’s always a joy to receive new items from them. And, I am glad to hear you’ve not yet blown anything, or anyone for that matter, up! I would hate to have another incident occur and use all of our resurrection spells again. Those are pricey and hard to come by nowadays. Stay strong, darling, I know how much you desire to set fire to things.

I cannot guarantee the state of myself when you return. I’m awfully invested in my current tomes and you know how much I hate losing my place. But I will try, dear.

Enough about me. How are you? I hope your time in the Underdark is serving you well. Have you found anything of interest? I’ll be more than delighted to hear all about your adventure when you return home. The nights grow cold without you by my side, love. But I know how much your journey means to you.

I hope you’re eating well, also. Sleeping just as much, too. Send word when you aim to return home, I’ll have everything ready for you.

Be safe, my love. I hope to hear from you again, soon.

With all my love,

𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔

Astarion, I thank you for your hard work with Jasper. You know the depths of my coin pouch. Name your price, though not too substantial- I’m not made of money, after all. But, I’d much rather you than a stranger scribe for him.

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chanshoesunite · 1 year

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Chan is attracted to YN's capability

Content info: YN helps Chan to fix his music kit and he finds that very attractive.

Word count: 2.100-ish

Warnings: this is mostly domestic fluff with a smutty twist at the end, praise, kissing, from cute!Chan to rough!Chan in seconds, face sitting (fem receiving)

“Nooooo”, Chan wails softly at the table.

You nearly crack your neck looking up from your comfortable nest in the bean bag. He is fiddling with a cable, frowning.

“What? What happened? Did you delete something? Did someone beat you in your game? Have the kids called you old in the group chat again?”

Chan can barely crack a smile at your attempt at humour, still fiddling. That’s not a good sign, so you get up while he is talking.

“No, nothing deleted…this cable here is so fucked though. But I had tape around it and everything, I thought that would give me more of, like, a grace period to continue using it?”

“Can you switch it or…”, you look where it connects to his music equipment, “ah, it’s not removable. How annoying!”

“Yeah, tell me about it. Damn, I really don’t want to throw away the whole thing, feels like such a waste.”

You gently let your fingers travel from his bare shoulder down his nervous hands, taking the broken cable from him. Upon inspection, you can see the individual wires are now fully exposed and most of them are severed. It looks a mess, especially where Chan tried to strengthen the insulation with tape. But the wires are a decent size and not too tiny to work with.

“Hmmm”, you go, turning it round a few times, thinking.

Chan looks at you, his eyes large: “Hmmm?”

You meet his gaze, and after a moment of hesitation you say with a smile: “I can fix that!”

Chan’s face lights up, eyes crinkling, dimples on full display. Looking at him, a glowing ball of happiness grows inside you.

“You can?! That’s amazing!”

His voice is only slightly disbelieving, so you only slights shove against him playfully.

“Don’t sound so surprised! Sure I can! Soldering the wires back together should do the trick and I am pretty good at that.”

“You can solder?!”, he shouts, surprise making his voice grow louder. A beat, and then: “We own soldering stuff?!”

The happiness ball inside you bubbles up as a laugh and you give Chan a big kiss on the cheek.

“We do indeed! Wanna watch me fix this?”

“Uh, yeah?!”, he gets up to follow after you.

Quickly you collect your tools while he watches you, throwing loud questions at you: “When did you learn this? Where did you get your tools? What else have you soldered? What does this do?”

As you lay out your kit, you explain the basics and caution Chan not to touch the hot end of the soldering iron once you turn it on – better him pouting at you for thinking he’s a baby (“the cutest and also sexiest baby”, you coo while he grimaces but ultimately smiles) than having to nurse a burnt finger. You are by no means an expert, but your dad has explained this to you and supervised your soldering previously, so you are confident.

For every step, you explain what you are doing while demonstrating it. Chan watches you like a hawk. When you have stripped the first wire of its plastic casing, you have an idea: “Actually, do you want to help?”

His face morphs from a look of intense concentration to one of delight: “Can I? Yes, definitely!”

You hand him the equipment and caution him not to nick the wires. He works carefully, seriously. Soldering some wires isn’t that difficult if you know what you do, but for someone doing it for the first time he does a really nice job, so you praise his efforts profusely.

“Yes, good work, my love! Steady, just like that. That looks so neat!”

The mixture of shyness and pride your words evoke make you melt for him. At the same time, you feel slightly lightheaded from the adoring expression on his face. He is obviously impressed by your knowledge and when he is not using the tools, he cannot seem to stop himself from letting his hands roam very gently along your waist, your hip and the small of your back. He even helpfully tucks a strand of hair behind your ear when both your hands are occupied. In return, you pepper soft kisses on his shoulders when he is soldering.

Finally, you show Chan how to use the heat gun for the shrinking tube. He exclaims excitedly at the “actual flame! Wow!” and the sizzling noise it makes.

“This will protect the soldered area even more – but don’t set the tube on fire. Or the insulation. Keep it moving.”

With a flourish, you hold out the heat gun to him.

“Good sir, will you do the honours?”

Instead of taking the heat gun, he pulls you in and says: “You are incredibly sexy with all your knowledge and tools and tiny flame throwers, you know that?”

A small gasp escapes you when he bites your earlobe.

“I’m glad you think so”, you say a little breathlessly.

His eyebrow quirks up and his smile turns seductive. Chan leans in to kiss you and your eyes drift shut. The feeling of his soft lips against yours is heavenly. After a few moments, his mouth wanders down your neck, teasing your tingling skin. One of his hands wanders from your waist up to your breast. He remains there for a little tease and you press yourself against him. But he does not remain at your sensitive nipple. Instead, he continues stroking down your arm.

Then he takes the heat gun from you, just as he gives you a cheeky peck on the nose. He leans back and his sensuous smile has transformed into a maniacal grin. Holding up the heat gun – safely turned away from both of you, or anything that could catch fire – he switches it on.

“I have fiyaaa!”, he proclaims, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Bultaoreune”, you deadpan. You squeeze him to you once more to kiss his lips. Then you focus on the task at hand again.

Chan shrinks the tube along the soldered area while you lay your head against his shoulder. At one point, he briefly looks away from his work and kisses your hair.

“This is great”, he says, “you are great!”

“Ah, don’t praise me yet – also, you did half the work, so you are great too...don’t shake your head at me!”

After a few more seconds, you say: “I think that’s as much shrinkage as we’re gonna get.”

Chan lays down the heat gun and you inspect the now mended cable.

“Alright – well, it certainly looks good! Let’s give it a try.”

Chan taps his fingers on the table to make a little drumroll while you plug it in. You both wait – you a bit worried, him a hundred percent convinced of your capabilities. His device turns on.

“Fuck yeah! We did it!”, he exclaims and you let out a breath you definitely were not holding.

“Yay!”, you say, and then you laugh as he spins you around in celebration.

“That was such a good experience”, he says, slowly stopping his spinning. He gently takes your face between his warm hands and kisses your forehead, nose and lips.

“And all thanks to you. Thank you, princess.”

With a happy smile, you look at him: “I am so glad I could help.”

He strokes his thumb along your lower lip. His gaze is loving and you are captivated by it.

“I want to repay you”, he says quietly.

Instead of protesting as you might do another day, your thoughts zoom back to his earlier seductive mood.

“Oh yeah?”, you match his quiet tone, “I am open to suggestions.”

“Good”, Chan growls, turning from gentleness to ravishment.

First of all, he takes his shirt off, which is always the perfect start to any activity in your book. He continues by picking you up and walking to the couch. He plops down, you on top of him. Huh, you had expected it the other way around. Of course, you aren’t complaining. It feels good to have his strong body underneath you. Then, Chan doesn’t give you any more time to think about who is in what position as he attacks your lips with passion. His hands glide underneath your shirt, along your body. Up and down they go, kneading your flesh. His warmth seems to envelop you. Expertly, he unhooks your bra and immediately cups your breasts, teasing your nipples until the sensitive nerves send lightning into your stomach. Luxuriating in the feeling of his hands and mouth, you give yourself over to the moment. Little whimpers of pleasure escape you, and they spur him on.

“God, you are delicious”, he says, his accent thick.

As if to prove it, he puts one hand into your hair, dragging it aside. He runs his tongue over your neck, then starts sucking your soft skin. Your nerves light on fire and you start bucking into him, rolling your hips to get friction for your aching clit. With his free hand, he grasps your arse cheek and helps you rut against him. Shamelessly, you use his hard dick for your enjoyment. You could continue in this sinful bliss forever.

But Chan has other plans. He roughly pushes your leggings and underwear out of the way. Getting his meaning, you finish the job and take them off entirely. But before you can free his cock from his trousers to sit on it, he stops you.

“What are we doing?”, you ask breathlessly.

His hands caress your naked thighs, squeeze your waist. Fuck, you adore his arms so much. You momentarily forget what you just asked. Instead, you focus on his bulging biceps, his thick forearms, trailing your fingers down his prominent veins. Unconsciously, you grind into Chan’s dick some more, leaving a wet patch on his trousers. Chan groans and says something.

“What?”, you were so focused on his arms that you didn’t listen. You blink at him.

“I want you to sit on my face”, Chan says with a grin.

Well, that snaps you out of your obsessive haze real quick.

“Oh!”, you bite your lip. “Mhm!”

“Mhm”, he mimics back at you, his expression hungry.

Slowly you drag yourself forward, never lifting your cunt away from his torso. Only when you reach his sternum do you lift up further to hover over his face. You are on your knees, barely out of reach for his mouth. For a moment, you stay just where you are, teasing him a little, to heighten the anticipation. But Chan is having none of that. Impatiently, he lifts his head from the couch, nuzzling into you, flicking his tongue out to lick at your lips. A yelp leaves you, and all your ideas of teasing him fly straight out of your brain.

Chan groans into your pussy. His hands – his beautiful, strong hands – grab your buttocks and drag you down onto his waiting mouth. You brace yourself against the armrest of the couch. When you look down, you gaze upon Chan’s closed eyes, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, hair already a mess from where your thighs are mussing it up. You add your hand to his scalp, lightly scratching and pulling.

“Ah, fuck”, you whine, while his tongue draws patterns into you, his nose utter perfection against your clit.

Stifling your thrusts and grinds is not an option. And anyway, you know that Chan takes great pride in receiving all of your wanton movements and paving them into a road to an earth-shattering orgasm.

His hands never hold still, continually roaming your hot flesh, sometimes pressing you further into his face, sometimes dragging you away, always aiming for your best stimulation. His occasional moans vibrate your very core, making your pussy pulse with ever-mounting pleasure.

“More, more, more”, you beg breathlessly, and he gives it to you. He gives it to you until your legs shake and your abs are tight. You are so, so close to coming – and you finally, blissfully do when Chan’s tongue laps at your clit in just the right way while one of his hands caresses your nipple.

Your orgasm draws loud, hoarse groans out of you that eventually peter out into whimpers. Chan has not stopped licking you, he only slows down and is as gentle as your sensitive clit needs after his hungry attack. You feel ready to collapse, so you carefully shimmy back down his body, pressing your chest to his. You snuggle into him, trying to catch your breath, hearing his thundering heartbeat, feeling his hard cock against your arse.

“How was that, baby girl?”, he asks sincerely.

“Fucking unbelievable, of course”, you cannot help laughing, still totally wrecked, “thank you.”

“That’s good. I love you”, he gently strokes your back.

“I love you too”, you murmur against his neck, pressing soft kisses along Chan’s jugular. Then you take all your remaining energy together and pull him on top of you. You grin at him: “Please fuck me now.”

“Oh, baby girl, you do not have to ask twice.”

#Author Hare: MY BESTY IS SO TALENTED I FUCKING LOVE THIS #OF COURSE CHAN WOULD LOVE A CAPABLE WOMAN #bang chan scenario #bang chan imagine #skz smut #bang chan smut #bang chan face sitting #skz imagine #skz scenario #bang chan x yn #bang chan x reader #tortoise wrote this after soldering a broken cable for her bedside lamp and it made her feel really powerful so ... tadaaa #author tortoise

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undreaming-fanfiction · 2 months

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With This Ring (12)

Chapter 11 here, Ao3 here

Nancy Wheeler was staring at her reflection in the mirror. She hated what she was seeing.

She was pale from the lack of sleep and worry, no matter how much her mother tried with the makeup. Her eyes looked smaller, drowned by the dark circles. Her hair was tamed to the point that it was almost unrecognizable, her prized curls were straightened and pulled into a neat wedding bun. And most of all, she’d always hated wearing white.

Months ago, she hoped that the dress would stay in the closet forever, unlike her (if she decided to be naively optimistic about her future). Yesterday, she thought the worst thing that could happen was being forced to marry one of her best friends. And today…

She scowled as she recalled their plans, now shattered. They had almost made it. Even if she had married Steve, they could have gotten divorced afterwards. Or maybe not - not as long as they’d stayed in Hawkins. But the world was wide. They could have moved. Robin could have come with them. They could have kept up the facade until they had room to breathe.

But that wasn’t what she wanted.

Did she regret not marrying Steve for the sake of convenience, as another ruse, another mask? She’d had too many hours to think about it, after Robin was dragged out of the room and Nancy’s fate was decided without her. She considered all the options, all the steps she took, and…no. She wouldn’t have changed anything. Because Steve wasn’t just her ex, he was her friend. He was someone who kept swallowing down his own pain and shielded her from everyone’s judgment so she could be herself for a few brief moments. It would have been so unfair to him. Nancy couldn’t do that.

And now he was missing. Her mind was supplying the worst scenarios possible - Steve got assaulted and left somewhere. Steve got injured and he’s waiting for help. Steve fell into the quarry and drowned. Nancy was aware she had a pessimistic mindset, but after Barb, she would never take someone’s living, breathing presence for granted. And apart from that one moment of desperation, deep down she knew one thing - Steve would have never abandoned her and Robin.

She went to her father and pleaded to let her look for him. She was even ready to make a false promise to go ahead with the wedding the next day, only to reject Steve at the altar to give him his freedom back. But instead of taking her concerns seriously, Ted Wheeler just told her to wait. She’d waited. And then, worried sick about Steve, she made a mistake that would cost her everything.

Or maybe not.

Nancy Wheeler always paid her debts and fixed her messes. Her future, her freedom, it meant nothing if she abandoned the ones she loved. Refusing the marriage would end up with her being held at home until she changed her mind. All while Steve was losing precious time.

She turned away from the mirror and adjusted her veil one last time. “I’m ready.”

Karen Wheeler stood in the doorway, barely containing her misery. She had to wear waterproof mascara so the angry tears wouldn’t win. “I’m so sorry, Nancy,” she whispered. “I hoped this would be a good day for you. Maybe one day, when…you know. When it could happen.”

“I know, mom. And thank you for trying.” Nancy wrapped her hands around her mother’s waist, pulling her into a hug.

Karen held her close, careful not to smudge her lipstick on the white dress. “I should have tried harder. How could I let it get this far? Let me to talk to dad, give him an ultimatum, something-”

“Don’t. Mike and Holly…they should be kept out of this. They don’t deserve to have their home ruined because of me.” She pulled back and wiped away the wetness on her mother’s cheek. “It’s not over, mom. It’s just a setback. I can’t say I have a plan, but…I think that if I have to go down, I’d like to do it fighting.”

Karen smiled at her with pride that Nancy didn’t feel she deserved. “That’s my girl. And if you need a distraction, maybe to set someone on fire…I still have that lighter.” They laughed together, a brief moment of levity before what felt like the end of Nancy’s life. “I’ll follow your lead. You’re so brave.”

Nancy returned the smile and walked out of the door, determined to see it through.

She would wear the white wedding dress she hated.

She would walk down the aisle, give her father what he wanted…for now.

And then she’d break free and find Steve. Maybe talk to Chief Hopper about being forced into a marriage. He seemed like a reasonable man. And if everything else failed, she could always run away and find her mom and siblings when they were older.

Mike was arguing with their father downstairs, almost shouting. “I object!”

Ted Wheeler decided to, as was his usual approach, disregard any part of reality he found inconvenient. Like his son. “Mike, you can only say that during the ceremony. And if you know what’s good for you and your sister, you won’t even think the word.”

“But she was supposed to marry Steve!” Mike sounded incredulous. In Nancy’s mind, he was still so young. He was supposed to be playing Dungeons and Dragons, meet with his friends and ride bikes all over Hawkins, maybe get his first girlfriend. He should not be losing his mind over Nancy’s doomed wedding. “Don’t get me wrong, I don’t like Steve, but sometimes he’s at least a bit cool! And he likes Nancy. Jason never even spoke to her. How can that be good?”

Ted’s bored gaze found his daughter frozen on the stairs, listening. He turned to her and gestured to move closer. “Would you like to comment on that, Nancy?”

She shook her head. When she finally reached Mike, she squeezed his shoulder. “It’s okay, Mike. It’s all going to end well.”

It took only seconds for the doorbell to ring. For the neighbors to gather, to congratulate her, accompany her to the church.

“Here comes the bride,” she whispered and left her childhood home.

Chapter 13 here

#steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie #steddie au #steddie fanfiction #nancy wheeler #with this ring #steddie big bang 2023 #corpse bride au #corpse groom eddie

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Ohhh that tarot prompt game is such a cool idea 👉👈

Yuzuru and Ibara?

Or, if you're not comfortable with them, Keito and Eichi because I will never shut up about them?

Doesnt need to be romantic!!

Keito and Eichi ended up with the better card draws.

Six of cups - Happy memories from the past, inner child Reversed Hanged Man - Resisting change of perspective Reversed Devil - Attachment holding one back, unable to let go

cw: end of life discussions

Keito and Eichi finalizes Eichi's funeral plans.

—

“Keito! I’m so glad to see you! If I have to talk to another lawyer I think I’m going to die two months early. Did you bring the Item?”

“Don’t joke about that. And yes, I brought it. Tho I think it’s still too soon to revisit this. My family and I will take care of everything, so why don’t you focus on living.” From his bag, Keito withdrew an old notebook. Tho the color of the cover has faded with time, the edges were as crisp as they were 18 years ago. On the cover, in the neat and stiff writing of a child, were the words ‘Eichi’s funeral plans’.

“I want to finalize this while I still have the energy, otherwise my family will have everything their way.” Eichi answered, a matter of fact.

“Funerals are for the living, you know?” Keito chided half-heartedly. Already prepared to execute Eichi’s demands, no matter how unreasonable.

“That’s why we’re reworking it, right? I’m not gonna ask to keep the pyramid, so you can relax. I’m sure with the amount of proposals we’ve overseen thus far, we can come up with something dignified enough to satisfy my family. But it’d be a shame if there’s no trace of all the hard work of our childhood selves.”

“Fine,” Keito said. He sat down, opened the notebook, took out a pen, and grimaced.

“Oh?” Eichi intoned.

“Our imagination truly knew no bounds back then,” Keito explained.

“Pass it, I wanna see!” Eichi took the notebook and poured over it, occasionally reading aloud what he thought were amusing.

“Oh my gosh, is that your writing? Did you actually make a vampire shogun reference here?”

“It was a cool scene. I think it’s very poetic and appropriate for a buddhist funeral. You seem to have agreed here.”

At that, Eichi fell silent, and just stared.

“What?” Keito asked.

“I’m just thinking of how familiar this look. You, sitting by my hospital bed, with that notebook and pencil in your hands, planning my funeral,” he said, smiling.

And now it was Keito’s turn to be silent.

“It was easier back then,” he finally said, looking away.

“I never thought I’d live this long back then, to be honest,” Eichi answered.

Keito had nothing to say to that.

—

They spent some time pouring over the details, going between reminiscing their childhood and working on the new plan in an unhurried fashion. Truth be told, neither of them had any time to waste. Still Keito argued over the increasingly silly ideas seriously. If they keep working on it, it would never become something final.

“Anzu has volunteered to organize a send-off party with our generation of yumenosaki graduates and the initial ES staff. We can incorporate some of the more light hearted ideas there instead, so the funeral itself can be more solemn, and you can take part yourself if you have the energy,” Keito said.

“Really? She didn’t tell me!”

“We were going to finalize a few things first after our session together today. She didn’t want to trouble you with it at the early stage yet, but I figured you’d want to start composing your monologues.”

“Fufufu…”

“What now?”

“Keito has changed. The past Keito would have never relinquish part of his plans to someone else.

“Well, if it’s that girl, I’m sure she’ll handle it with care.”

“Keito is more proud of our beloved Anzu than anyone, right? You’re the one who corrected all her earliest proposals. I’ve seen the mark-ups. You were merciless, you practically re-wrote the whole thing!”

“Well, she’s fixing mine now.”

“She’s come a lone way, hasn’t she? Tori too… To think we’ve started the path to our dreams with so many blunders. Back then, I never thought we’d get this far. To think that I got a chance to stand shoulder to shoulder with Wataru… And Akatsuki has come so far too. I know you and Rei fought the long fight with Rhylin execs and won. I’m proud of us.”

“Save that for the speech,” Keito said, paused, and added, “I’m proud of us too.”

“But you know, I don’t really know if i’m sold on the idea of a light hearted sendoff and a heavy solemn funeral. I know some people want their friends and family to send them off with a smile. Like it’s all going to be alright and they can go happy. That’s just lying to themselves, right? I’d rather see how much people will miss me while I’m still alive,” Eichi said glumly. Then, with a bit of mischief in his eyes. “Say, why don’t you cry for me now, Keito?”

“Don’t be ridiculous! How did the conversation even turn to here? I’m not Hibiki, I can’t cry on command.”

“But you’ll cry for me after I’m gone, right? That’s so unfair, everyone else will get to see it except your childhood friend. Rei mentioned he made you cry on stage once. And to think I missed it!”

“I wasn’t crying on stage! Stop bringing that up!” Keito snapped, then sighed, an expression of immense pain. “Anyway, you can’t ask that of me.

“It’s the job of officiant to direct the mourners and keep things together until the end. It’s not my turn to mourn until everyone else are done. To ask me to cry for you while you’re still alive. Incorrigible.” He tutted, and he didn’t say, ‘If I do, I don’t know if I’d be able to stop. If I give in to grief, and let it swallow me whole, I don’t know if I’d ever resurface.'

Eichi laughed, startling and crystal clear. “But Keito has been crying for me all these years, haven’t you?” A pause. “When I look at you, my first friend, I can’t decide if I want you to move on and be happy, or if I want you to mourn me forever. When I think of the person all of you will become without me in your lives, it hurts so much.

“In Buddhism, they say attachment the source of all suffering, right? And seeing Keito suffer is a hobby of mine.”

“You use to be so cute,” Keito muttered, “how did you grow up to be so twisted?”

To that, Eichi could only chuckle.

“Hey, Keito,” Eichi said, “I’m not ready to go.

“I don’t want to leave.”

And Keito, without words, pulled him into his arms in a trembling hug, crushing them together tighter than they’ve ever been before.

“I don’t want to go, Keito,” he repeated, over and over, between sobs he didn’t know if they were his own, “I don’t want to go.”

—

“No Eichi, we are not doing the scavenger hunt on your funeral. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“You’re already thinking of clues, right? Keito loves that kind of thing. I know you do.”

#keichi #keito hasumi #eichi tenshouin #ensemble stars #enstars #dontsteponthatfish #my fic

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