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lovebugism · 1 year

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first time having sex with eddie pleasepleaseplease

bug's blurb sleepover (⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎)! 18+

The first time you and Eddie have sex, he gives you a paper ring.

It’s made of the delicate wrappings of a straw. He’d gotten it for his drink at the diner, ripped off the end of it, and blew it square in your face, then laughed when you tried to do the same to him.

You couldn’t get the trajectory quite right, though, and decided to count your losses.

When he retrieves the pieces of forlorn trash from your end of the table and twirls it around in his hand, you figure he’s just fiddling with it. That it’s some absentminded thing he’s doing because his mind is always so preoccupied with one thing or another. Then he reaches for your hand across the table and takes hold of your left hand.

Your fingertips are ice-cold, he finds, from where they’d been clutching the ribbed glass of your milkshake. He holds onto them anyway, and slips the twisted piece of paper onto your fourth finger. It’s tied at the top like a ribbon with a large knot at the center like a ring.

You don’t realize the sentiment in it at first. You think it’s some party trick, like tying a cherry stem with your tongue or making a paper crane out of a napkin.

Then Eddie smiles at you, a big, dumb, and sparkling grin — “Let Henderson try to make fun of us now, sweetheart. It’s finally official.”

Your eyes widen at the realization.

Eddie used to call you his wife as a joke. It started as a way to get free meals at fancy restaurants you couldn’t afford. Then he saw how it made you blush and he did it just to make you laugh. It became a habit he couldn’t break sometime thereafter. The rest of Hellfire teased him to no end about the whole thing.

But it’s official now, or so he says. And you know it’s not real, not entirely, but suddenly you’re sad that it isn’t.

Eddie steals your milkshake and lifts the lip of the glass to his mouth rather than use the straw. He smears whipped cream all over the tip of his nose and his cupid’s bow. You realize you can’t imagine spending your life with anyone else.

The thought doesn’t scare you as much as you thought it would. And you know that you’re just a couple of kids who don’t know a single damn thing about the world, but you know that yours would be so empty without Eddie in it.

You keep the ring on the rest of your lunch and flaunt it like it’s the real thing. It may not be made of metal with a too big diamond at the center, but the sentiment feels the same.

He takes you back to the trailer a little while later. Eddie makes sure to tell you how pretty you look sitting in the passenger seat of his van while he goes a world over the speed limit. You scold him for not paying attention and he blames you for distracting him.

Wayne’s truck is gone from the drive when you get to Forest Hills. It’s the first time you’ve had the trailer to yourselves and the realization sends a sick feeling swirling in the pit of your stomach — an elation, an apprehension, a shiver of anticipation.

And things weren’t tense exactly, nothing between you and Eddie was ever tense, but it was a foreign edge of a different kind. Things were unusually charged, like, sexually. It was just the thought of having the place to yourselves, of what couples usually did when they were alone. It left the both of you silently stewing over whether or not to take advantage of it all.

But you manage to keep things fairly innocent despite the distant, lingering libido that purrs like a roused sleeping dragon in the backs of your mind.

The post-lunch fatigue hits the both of you like a ton of bricks, and you peel off what little you’d put on for your short trip to the diner most innocently. In nothing but oversized t-shirts and less than sexy underwear, you crawl into his bed and slip off to sleep without thinking.

That, coincidentally, is when things bubbled over.

You wake first some hours later. The setting sun has started to coat Eddie’s bedroom in various shades of orange You rise only because of the way the boy shifts behind you, sliding his hips over your back and gripping your waist with his fingers only for them to go lax a moment or so later.

He tangles himself with you and it’s all perfectly normal. Eddie tends to shift in his sleep and the only way he can ever be content, it seems, is when he’s holding you like a teddy bear.

What isn’t normal, though, is the very apparent erection nudging at your lower back.

“Eds…” you murmur, voice still groggy and heavy with exhaustion despite your alarm.

The boy, still half asleep and unknowing of the brick in his pants, mumbles back a lazy “hm?”

He shifts again as he becomes more aware of his surroundings. It isn’t until his sensitive cock brushes against you that he notices how alarmingly hard he’d gotten in his sleep. He tenses, utterly mortified, before he feels you rock back against him.

It’s intentional this time, knowing, and it lessens his fear but certainly not his hunger.

You press yourself further into him and twist your neck to look over at him. With tired eyes and heavy mouths, he shifts over you and catches your lips in a kiss. It’s lazy and slow, simmering with a cozy warmth. It doesn’t take either of you very long to wake up.

He presses a hand to your shoulder and rolls you onto your back, propping himself on his elbows to rest his weight on top of you. In your adjustment, lies a five-second pause that manages to feel like a moment’s blink in time and an eternity all at once. It’s as blissful as it is terrifying, the moment just before the kiss, the feeling when you know it’s about to happen.

Your eyes dart between his darker ones in a silent question. Eddie answers it with a searing kiss.

His knuckles brush against your buzzing skin as he strips you from the top you wear. You lift your hips to remove your panties after, while he rises to remove his own shirt. He tugs it up and over his pale torso, spotted with patches of hair on his chest and belly and fading tattoos.

“This was bound to happen, huh?” he jokes with a grin.

You bite back your own wide smile that threatens to take over your mouth and watch with twinkling eyes as he maneuvers his boxers down his legs without standing up. His hard cock bounces to his stomach, grateful to have been released from its confines. It glows an angry red at the tip.

“Are you complaining?” you retort playfully as he leans back over you again — both of you fully naked, bare chest pressed to bare chest.

The ends of Eddie’s hair tickle your jaw as he shakes his head. “Hell, no I’m not complaining, sweetheart.”

Lust swallows the two of you whole and blankets the room in a heavy heat. It’s all tongue and teeth and scorching touches. You flip yourself over for him suddenly, pressing your face into his pillow, and leaving the rest of you perfectly on display for him.

Eddie is all too happy to admire the view as he takes you. His eyes remained locked on your ass, trained on the way you swallow his cock and how you meet his unpracticed thrusts with ease and diligence. His nervous hands are nearly numb where they clutch the dip of your waist.

You peek over your shoulder at him, a playful and eager glint in your eye. Your smile widens when one of his hands lifts to swat your outer thigh.

He was no stranger to this position — doggy style. In fact, the few girls he had fucked before you, he’d taken this way. But none of them were girlfriends. They were one-night stands from The Hideout or girls who used him to pass the time. He never minded how impersonal it felt before now. Because even with his cock nestled within you, closer than he could possibly be to you, the distance still feels like too much.

The breathless moans you exhale into the pillow cease when his hips still.

“Could you— Can you, uh… Can you roll over?” he stammers, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

As lame as he feels in his request, you comply without thinking.

You feel empty when he pulls out of you, warm again when he gets you on your back and looms over you again. You don’t mind when he presses his weight into you. Instead, you pull him somehow closer, catching him by his jaw to pull him into a devouring kiss that has him chasing you back into the pillows.

Your legs hook around his waist, keeping him locked into you though you writhe something fierce beneath him. Your hips roll with each of his unhurried thrusts, exhaling heavily against his mouth every time he presses into you.

“Eddie…” you breathe through lusted pants. “Please. I need… Need more.”

He doesn’t know why you’re begging. He’s never denied you of anything before. He doesn’t plan on starting now. Eddie wants to give you everything you want all the time — even when he doesn’t exactly know how to.

He ruts his hips harder than he had been before, with a pace far quicker than the relaxed thrusts he’d been given you. And it becomes obvious how greatly he’d undermined his strength when his pelvis presses into you and drives you up the bed. The crown of your head meets the wall with a dull thunk that echoes through the quiet, golden room.

Eddie stills immediately, blanching and gaping in fear.

“Ow,” you whine lowly, then laugh at yourself and him and the situation entire.

You let Eddie cradle the back of your head as his fingers dance through the strands of your hair, rubbing gently at the sore spot of your skull. “Not that much, Eds…”

It makes him feel like a fumbling virgin all over again.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, wincing for you. He presses a sheepish kiss to the tip of your nose, rubbing the buzzing skin of your waist with the hand not pillowing the crown of your head.

You’re healed instantaneously by all of the softness of touch.

“It’s okay,” you promise with a distant smile. “I asked for it.”

After your assurance (and then some), Eddie gets back into the swing of things. Distantly, he’s still terrified of hurting you again, but he gets so drunk on the praises that spill so effortlessly from your mouth to care.

Your honeyed words are entwined with moans of his name and fragile whimpers as you near your peak. It catapults Eddie to his own orgasm. When you come, you do it with your fingers wrapped in the umber strands of his wild hair. Your walls flutter and tighten around his cock and your hands tug at his curly strands, hard — it drags him down right along with you.

He tenses and stills against you, whining and whimpering with his eyes squeezed shut. He fights to keep himself from bucking too wildly against you while you milk him and moan his name like it’s some prayer. You drive him crazy without even trying, reduce him to a puddle of nothingness with ease.

He flops less than gracefully beside you all over again, pale chest heaving with uneven breaths and curls clinging to his sweating forehead. The two of you fight to catch your breath.

You’re not looking at him. Your eyes have long fluttered shut as you revel in the aftermath of your orgasm, feeling like you’re not all there. A lazy smile pulls at the corners of your mouth and you exhale sharply, stuttering breaths in the place of a laugh.

He can’t take his eyes off of you. You look ethereal and filthy, a heavenly being and a succubus from hell. He’s amazed by you, confounded at how an angel like you could wind up in his bed like this, somehow more in love with you than he had been just minutes before.

“I’m gonna marry you one day,” he promises out of the blue, voice heavy and far away from himself.

And Eddie so often speaks candidly. He’s honest to a fault, saying things he knows he probably shouldn’t — but that? That catches even him off guard.

But you don’t seem all that surprised by his words. They make you laugh, actually, eyes squinting and nose crinkling when you finally peek over at him.

Eddie’s still too far gone to laugh with you, but the corners of his lips quirky slightly.

“I thought we already were.”

You lift your left hand to remind him of the ring he’d tied to your finger just hours ago. The paper has slackened around the joint. The knot isn’t as tight as it had been before, hanging loosely at the knuckle. The edges are frayed and ripping in some places. But it’s still there.

And when it tears completely, he’ll make you another. And another. And another.

Until he can replace it with the real thing.

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cosmiles · 8 months

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𝟑:𝟒𝟕 𝐀.𝐌.

— late night trips with earth1610!miles

notes: idc earth1610!miles uses kamojis it’s canon !

characters: earth1610!miles

content: fluff, established gn!relationship, sneaking out

words: 0.4k

molasses <33: you up?

You smile sleepily as you read Miles's text. This wasn’t the first time you had received a text like this from him. Every time he had leftover energy from patrol he would always hit you up, down to do anything and everything.

Sometimes you would swing to the bodega and grab a bite to eat, sitting on the rooftop to avoid any passerby’s stares. Other times you would sneak Miles into your room, talking until one or both of you fell asleep. Who knew what adventures you would get into today?

my baby ˃̵ᴗ˂̵: sorta

my baby ˃̵ᴗ˂̵: why?

molasses <33: you wanna do something?

my baby ˃̵ᴗ˂̵: miles it’s a school night.

molasses <33: so?

You sigh. He’s right. It’s never stopped you before. And you even had all your homework done this time!

my baby ˃̵ᴗ˂̵: .

my baby ˃̵ᴗ˂̵: fine be ready in 5

molasses <33: omw ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

You roll your eyes as you try to find something comfortable to throw on. Where would he take you today? Not even a second after you start to inspect yourself in the mirror, does your phone buzz.

molasses <33: one new image ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀)

You smirk knowing exactly what it was before even opening it, a picture of you in the mirror. Inspecting the picture further, you could see the direction of where it was taken: the window. As you gaze at your window, you’re not surprised to see Miles smooshing his face against the window like a maniac.

“Dork.” You say as you pull up your window, letting Miles into your room.

“Yea, but you love it.” He quips, smirking as you roll your eyes for the 100th time that night.

“So where are you taking me tonight?” You ask, lacing up your sneakers tightly to avoid them falling off, again.

“It’s a surprise.” You eye Miles carefully, trying to decipher the exact mood he was in. Wherever he would take you tonight, you knew it would be full of fun and laughter.

“Come on you trust me right?”

“Always.”

➥ thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed and don't forget that Jesus loves you, to drink water, eat some food, and get some rest :))

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plleeeepppyyyy · 1 year

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I have a request if you’re doing any!!

Wally Darling x Rockstar Reader

I don’t care what you do with this but I hope you enjoy it!!

Reader is the singer and dancer of the neighborhood! Very happy go lucky, loving, and even a little clumsy. Yet always calm during making music

Which I can picture reader being a great muse. And reader singing a lot to Wally.

this was def fun to write!! all the ideas and cutesy stuff came to me in a flash ngl.. (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

really cute request!! you guys are so creative with these,,,(•̀ᴗ•́)و

wally + singer/rock star reader!

♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪

♬♫♬♫♬♫♬♫♬♫♬♫♬♫♬♫♬♫

••••••••••••••

•this man,,, god,, this man.

•he’s literally ur number one fan girl. he’s there for every performance, writings, everything. you name it he’s there!

•wally just loves watching you in the process of making music, its like an art! to him, it’s wonderful of how passionate you are about it. he adores watching you almost trip on a cord as you just jam out,, doesn’t matter how clumsy you are,, you’re just elegant to him. seeing you so peaceful as you strum on a guitar or something.. 🫶 (if he had a camera he would take a pic of you 200x)

•literally every-time you come up to him with ur newest draft of a song, he gets so excited!! that inner fangirl comes out.,, wally is pretty honest when it comes to stuff. but he just can’t help himself, every song, draft, album,, literally all perfection to him. you cannot do no wrong with that. he buys all of your stuff if you ever sell it. (prolly got a shrine.)

•if you ever write a song based on him,, he would actually cry out of happiness, at least be on the verge of it. you just give the song to him and he’s just like, “it’s so perfect,,,, tysm,,” while he’s on the verge of letting it out. he’ll listen to it every day. :) <3

•bonus points if you write it for your guys’ one year anniversary! that man will be so happy,, he probably would let a few tears out too..,,. like you used your creativeness on little old him?!(!(ಡ‸ಡ) wally would cherish the hell out of that song, he can just mumble out a praise as he’s about to ugly cry. like.. THANK YOU?!(!? (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

•he’ll just grab a hold of you and not let go,, it just makes him feel so happy. he’ll probably cry into ur shirt tho,,

•if you ever had some albums posted out or whatnot, he will put them on his wall. wally would prolly accidentally buy out the whole thing,, like cmon, he’s has to use some of them for display and hearing!! ( ˘ ³˘)

•ur his main inspiration for his art too,, seeing you so into doing what u do, gibes him strength. he will ABSOLUTELY paint tf outta you! literally you guys would be in the same room while he sketches and you just strum your guitar or smth, ack he’s a sucker for moments like those. ur for sure his muse. got ten whole folders of drawings and projects that are meant for you.

•he might even call you his muse tooo! :)

•he asked you once what type of music you were doing and you prolly replied with a random genre he’s never heard up,, and he’d just be like. “ah, that’s wonderful.. can’t wait to hear it.”

•he do NOT give a care,, any genre in his eyes and ears it’s perfection. like said before, you do wrong.

•if ur the type to do sad songs, he’s a little worried. like bby what’s got you so sad? :(

•sometimes (if you offer) he also does stuff with you. to him he thinks he’s better at playing instruments, which is lie he’s hella good at singing.

•he’ll give you ideas, suggestions; whatever you need!

•i literally will say it here, ya’ll do duets with each other. especially with old timey love songs, it’s just cute,,, a bit sappy. but who cares, I IMAGINE you two just singing together. (bonus points if he’s playing a piano,, well trying to,, he needs some practice..)

•every time you put on a performance,, he just sits there with the dopiest smile on with lovestruck written all over him. bro is VERY in love, he could listen to you alll day. if he had a tail it would be wagging. he will never take his eyes off either, all of his attention is on you, just you.

•even if you got a recording studio, he admires how much you get into the music. its so amusing seeing you be so calm during the whole process of making a song, but when you perform your songs. like thats my baby fr!!! wally is ur number one hype man,, i mean this all the way.

(i feel like hes such a sucker for singers,,)

•if ur in a nice suit, dress; whatever while ur singing, agh.. this man is knocked out. ur soo gorgeous,, and you sing?! like, sorry, wally is just in love.

•after one of your performances, once he sees you walking to him, all giddy and stuff. wally ain’t letting you go once you run into his arms, he will keep his arms around you as you just ask if he liked it, thought it was great,, while he’s just nodding and mumbling praises to you. (it’s honestly so sweet to watch you two.) if ur wearing heels or boots, you’re probably towering over him as this happens,, (i honestly find this so sweet, ur jus towering over him, asking him excitedly if he loved it, while he’s just practically sings praises to you. so sweet,,)

•to pick up the instrument part, he will totally help you with demos and drafts by playing the music for you. he’s pretty average on most instruments and would totally drop whatever he had and help you out! (will def help you out with drums, i think its canon that its his main thing,,)

•sing him to sleep, please,, he will eat that up. if you do, he’ll sleep so fast. as said before by me, i don’t think he sleeps much. but with ur singing? knocked out, my brother is dead asleep. what can he say? you’re just a good singer.

•honestly to him, ur like a siren. you’re just too good to be true and sing beautifully. corny he knows but,,, its true <3 (to him.)

•even house loves your singing! if wally needed the help he would call you and try to make house stop with ur singing,,

•the first time he’s ever heard you sing, his mind was blown. how did you sing that good? like all of his other friends could sing,, but you were just different. you sounded different, did things differently.. ack. he fell in love with your voice. as he listened to one of ur song’s for the first time, and ur just anxious. wondering if he’ll like it, or not.. he turns to you. blank stare, and says, “this is the best music i’ve ever heard,, ur so talented..” with just pure adoration and fondness in his eyes.

•which got you SO HAPPY, he loved your songs!!!! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

•sometimes if he feels a bit snarky that day, he’ll brag a bit. just all like, “my s/o is a beautiful singer,, can YOU sing that good? they’re so amazing at what they do, no one can compare…” wally is sometimes a bit of a prick (╥_╥)

•never a prick to you tho, said it before i’ll say it again, to him you do no wrong, see no wrong, hear no wrong, speak no wrong. 🫶

•he makes sure you know that you’ll always be in his corner, all of the time, being ur numba one fangirl! (✯◡✯)

•wally definitely tried making a song for you too,, didn’t go right tho. (٥⁀▽⁀ )

(seriously this dude is crazed over you.)

•you always make sure he’s the first one to hear your songs, after writing a draft you sprint to him and show him it. it makes him so excited too, cause like.. how did he get so lucky that he’s the first person to look and hear your talent?

•this dude just adores you, so much.. like what’s not to love? to him you’re just the peak definition of passion, he enjoys watching you have fun and play music. wally is sorta taking this into seriousness,, but he can’t help it!! he can’t get over how he bagged you, this person who’s a whole peak of inspiration for him. ❤︎︎

•he just loves to support and cherish you, i won’t lie but he’s basically a lovestruck puppy who watches you and everything you do. everyone in the neighborhood can tell.. (¯ ³¯)♡

__________

ACK,, okay i got a bit carried away on some points, but they were jus too cute to not put in.

BUT 1000 NOTES ON EACH OF MY FICSSs?!?! thats insane, thank you guys sm!! (╥_╥) i didn’t think i would get that much positive feedback for these, im rlly glad you guys are liking these!

hope you enjoyed reading this one! ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

#wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home #welcome home arg #this request got me alll sappy(٥⁀▽⁀ )

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daidonzo · 1 year

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Girls just wanna have fun

A/N: little insight on what i think Chishiya and the reader's relationship is like after the ending of As much as you want. •ᴗ•

Usagi and Arisu were getting married.

Chishiya had simply congratulated them when they announced the news. Kuina had been shocked, but had run to open a bottle of champagne to celebrate. Ann, on video call, busy because of work, had clapped and cheered, just as anyone would. Your reaction, however, had been a bit different.

"A child bride." You had gasped, eyes wide open, half-joking, half-actually-serious, your voice low so that nobody but him could hear. "What's next, teenage pregnancy?"

Chishiya silently laughed, burying his face in your hair so that nobody could see, one arm around you.

"She's your age." He pointed out, entertained by your reaction.

"And what am I? A literal child." You whispered, brows raised.

"A literal child way past her twenties."

"Three words: I. Am. Baby." You lifted a finger with each of them, and then stuck your tongue out.

The two of you had been dating for as long as Usagi and Arisu had, but clearly your relationship had a different timeline. Chishiya didn't mind. You, judging by your comments, didn't either.

"I wonder, what will I do now with the ring that I have in my pocket…?" Chishiya asked, teasing you, staring at the ceiling as if the answer to his question laid there.

"Don't you dare." You pointed your index finger at him, menacingly.

He chuckled, and lifted both arms above his head, his palms directed at you.

Things had been good. You had found a job in Japan, which meant you could stay for as long as you wanted and had moved on your own, although truth be told, Kuina pretty much lived with you, even if she didn't pay rent. The two of you had become inseparable. Ann and Usagi had later on joined your little group.

Chishiya and you also spent a lot of time together. He had got a definite workplace in a hospital close to where you lived and would come spend most nights. Or afternoons. Or mornings.

It didn't matter the time of the day, if he was available, the two of you were together.

Yeah… One could say things were better than good.

-------------------------------------------------- The night of the bachelorette party came.

Usagi had wanted something simple. To go to dinner with her best friends, maybe have a couple of drinks and call it a night.

Kuina and you had a different idea.

Ann just let you do whatever you wanted, lifting her shoulders every time Arisu or Chishiya would ask, as if saying "Well, what can I do to stop them?".

So you did go to dinner. But then you also went to a huge party in some fancy club, all of you dressed in pink except Usagi, who was forced to dress in white, wear a crown and a t-shirt saying "Here comes the bride!".

Chishiya had been working the whole time. He had a night shift, and it was about nine in the morning when he finally was done. First thing he did after changing into his normal clothes was checking his phone.

And saw he had an impressive amount of notifications. He was surprised the device hadn't blown up.

He opened his always on-going conversation with you. You never said goodbye, not even good night. You just went to sleep, and would continue where you left off the following morning. Sometimes you would write "(going to sleep, love you, tty in the morning <3)" between parenthesis, but that's as much as he would get.

Again, Chishiya didn't mind. He loved it.

He stopped to look at your photo, holding one of your parents' cats. It was from a trip you took on Christmas to your home country. You had kept saying that this particular cat reminded you of him.

He read the messages with a smile on his face:

hiiiiiii! we just had dinner and we are going to go to da club nowwww

After that, you had sent a picture of your food and another one of your outfit in what was probably the bathroom of the restaurant. You were wearing a pink dress and looked absolutely beautiful, at least in Chishiya's opinion.

hi agaiiiiiin, in the club now!!! good music today, i know every single song

i really hope i'm not bothering you and your phone's on muuuuuuuute

miss u

miss u again

miss u a third time <3

A picture of the four of you. A video of you singing one of the songs with the lyrics copypasted down below, because they said stuff about being in love and you wanted him to know you were thinking about him when they played it.

i'm having so much fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun

wish u were here <3

A lot of pictures of Usagi. More selfies of you. Selfies with Kuina.

Your writing got worse. The messages more sappy.

i jst wished i coold go home and be with u tnight bcs i miss u

u mean evvrthing 2 meeeeeeeeeeee

bst dctor ever

go bby go!!!!!!!

A picture of you, sent by Kuina using your phone, in what seemed like a car. You were sleeping.

You had another message, from Arisu:

I went to pick the girls up. Kuina is with your girl at her appartment. Everything fine! b(＾＾)b

Thanks, Arisu.

Chishiya put his phone in the pocket of his dark jeans after replying to the text and left the hospital.

It was about an hour later when he rang your door bell using his elbow, holding three coffees in his right hand and a brown bag with breakfast buns for three in the left one.

Kuina opened up, very sleepy, wearing pyjamas. But her eyes grew wider when she saw the coffee Chishiya was holding, extending both arms to grab it and opening and closing her hands, clearly thrilled.

"You're the absolute best!" She said after taking the first sip and Chishiya simply tilted his head to one side, conceding. He left everything he was carrying on the kitchen counter.

"She's still sleeping?"

"I would be as well. She's in her room."

The woman with dreadlocks just threw herself on your sofa and turned the TV on.

Chishiya went to your room, opening the door without knocking, because you probably wouldn't have heard it, sleeping as you were. You usually slept in the weirdest positions, but now, you were on your side, both your arms below your pillow. You were still wearing the make-up from the night before. He smiled when he saw you were wearing one of his t-shirts.

Silently, he took off his shoes, and climbed to bed with you, placing himself at your back and putting an arm around you.

"Chishiya?" You whispered groggily, not even opening your eyes just moving backwards so that you could be closer to him.

"No."

"Yes you are, dummy."

He smiled and gave you a kiss on the top of your head, covering the both of you with the blanket.

"Had fun?"

"Yes, very much so. How was work? All good?"

"Boring."

"Boring means good. No accidents. No meteorites."

Chishiya laughed at that. You had met in the hospital, after being victims of a meteorite hitting Shibuya. In his opinion, a natural disaster wasn't such a bad thing.

It had brought you into his life.

"Did you bring Kuina coffee?" You asked, suddenly, opening one of your eyes and turning your face so that you could look at him.

"I did."

"I think you just moved to the number one position in her list of favorite people."

"What number am I in yours?"

"Did you bring me coffee?"

"No."

"I know you did, so you are number one."

"Because I brought you coffee?"

"No." You flashed him a lopsided grin, cheekily. You used to do it only sarcastically at first, but Chishiya had mentioned once or twice much he liked it when you started dating, so you had incorporated it to your list of smiles. This one you used when you wanted to mess with him. "Because I know you brought me a cinnamon bun."

The blonde laughed, and you ended up completely turning around in his arms so that you could be face to face. You gave him a kiss on the tip of the nose, then on the lips.

"Can we stay here a little bit longer?" You asked, feeling warm and safe.

"Yes. But only a little bit."

A small wrinkle appeared between your brows, and you squinted your eyes.

"Why?"

"Kuina will eat all the breakfast."

You laughed and cuddled up to him.

Five more minutes wouldn't hurt anyone.

#trapped in your spider web #chishiya x fem!reader #chishiya x reader #chishiya fanfic #chishiya #chishiya fluff #chishiya fic #shuntaro chishiya x reader #chishiya x you #chishiya x y/n #aib chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya alice in borderland #shuntaro chishiya #kuina #usagi #arisu

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002yb · 7 months

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*whispers* Dick being jealous of Kori and Jason being so close but he can't decide what to do (especially bc its Kori and he kinda doesnt wanna admit his feelings for Jay)

Okay but let’s consider Dick having a crush on both Kory and Jason at the same time. What’s more, let’s throw in Roy having that same crush on these two busty beauties, lol. So it’s just Dick and Roy pining from a distance and heaving sighs that startle one another because, caught up in their moments as they were, they didn’t notice one another. And they’re content to mind their own business so they go back to pining. Only it happens again [with the simultaneous sighing] and Dick and Roy can’t help but laugh because, ‘oh damn, you too?’

Meanwhile Kory catches her boys staring after Jason and her and she thinks it's so delightful. Jason can't help but marvel at her because Kory's smile is the goddamn sun, he's been blinded! Which makes Kory laugh, but then she points out how Dick and Roy are checking them out and Jason sputters because Kory means checking 'her' out, c'mon.

Only, no. Not at all. Because with Dick, especially, Kory knows him. All his tells, his habits. She'd recognize that lovelorn look anywhere. The mirth in his eyes, the warmth in his smile - Dick is smitten. And Roy, well. He looks much the same. Just as dazzled, just as adoring.

Something something Kory and Jason's chests being smushed together, limbs all tangled (full fanservice experience here no shame). Maybe Kory and Jason spar and they trip and it's just a dream to these two men standing across the room who are simultaneously trying to be respectful and not look but are very blatantly staring and, oh. Jason sees that.

And he snickers because oh, Kory and him can have some fun with this, can't they?

Which leads to Kory and Jason playful shenanigans of flustering and sexually frustrating Dick and Roy so bad that they both get tongue tied and timid because these busty beauties on their own? Striking, gorgeous, so kind and compassionate it's overwhelming. Together? Fuck.

Roy gets the flustered giggles over being flirted at. Dick is just struck dumb by his own smittenness.

Ahhhhhh Kory leading the charge with Jason to woe Roy and Dick into a relationship with them //u///

The joyfire comes together easily enough, but Dick? Stubborn as a mule. He's wholly convinced he deserves none of them, let alone all of them. Which, hahah, the fool. Dick gets the full brunt of being courted by the joyfire trio. He doesn't stand a chance.

Dick pleading with Roy to give him a break and Roy quipping back on how Dick can have a break once he's helped Roy and Kory satisfy Jason. Yeah, Roy sees how Dick's gaze lingers there in particular it's cool they've all talked about it Jason is ready (just don't tell Jason that Roy told Dick that, he'd get embarrassed). (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

Meanwhile Dick is left sputtering because hot damn what??

Fun fact: Once they all get to that point and Dick's attention is on Jason, Jason overheats and wakes up to being fanned by three very gorgeous people and he just about passes out again because flustered maiden vibes.

#idk what this poly ship name would be called but it's lovely #dickoroyjay hahaha #dickroy #dickjay #joyfire

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halfetirosie · 5 days

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QUINCY, I ain't gonna lie, you're kinda ruining this fun field trip to the prison....

(Prison Cell 01-04 React-os!)

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Edmond....My lovely Tsun Tsun.... My beloved Closet Pervert....

Sureeee, you're only wearing it because it's the uniform...But looking sexy af and impressing Eiden is a fun bonus!

(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

2. 🚨 GILF ALERT!!!! 🚨

Two events in a row with the Gilfs, dude....Someone on the dev team has a hidden agenda....

Side note, this dude is handsome but I DO NOT TRUST HIM. Look at that side-eye!!! Hell no, he's SUS.

3. Oh, Quincy most certainly got himself arrested on purpose.

I mean, I already guessed as much from the previews, but still... I'm guessing there's a secret illegal Crowcave Tree logging operation going on through this prison.

And since Quincy is literally friends with old trees, he'd be REAL PISSED about it, and decide to take it down from the inside.

4. Yup, this prison is SHADY for sure...

Arresting people without a trial...plus Quincy acting real weird...

5. *Heavy sigh*

For FUCKS sake, Quincy....

The good ol' "I'm going to act cold and distant towards you and not tell you what the hell is going on, but it's only for your own protection!!" trope....

Quincy. Pal. My big ol' buddy. Come here for a sec. Lean in real close.

....

THAT SORT OF SHIT NEVER WORKS OUT. IT ONLY CAUSES A FUCK TON OF MISUNDERSTANDINGS AND JUST MAKES THE SITUATION MORE MESSY.

I swear to god....UGH....

6. YASSSS BITCH!!!! WE FINALLY GOT A GOOD EIDEN OUTFIT!!!!

I'm sure, but the lost 2 events were a huge let-down for me.

THIS ONE THO....

YES. I fuck with it.

7. ( -_- ) *Heavy sigh #2*

Quincy.... I think it's painfully obvious what he's doing....

What did I tell you??? Not communicating only makes shit messier.

Because SOMEONE wouldn't tell Eiden and Edmond what the FUCK is going on here, he's got no choice but to figure it out himself--or just, insert himself into the situation so you're FORCED to tell him.

UGH.... Quincy, you're killing me here.....

#nu carnival #nu: carnival #nu carnival memes #nu carnival edmond #nu carnival quincy

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blissfullyapillow · 1 year

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Angel with a Shotgun

Wanderer x female reader

wc: 3,158

Notes: Yet another fic with my oc in mind but it reads like an x reader (I’ve been inspired what can I say lol), speaking of inspired this was inspired by the song Angel With A Shotgun by The Cab (specifically the nightcore version), fun fluff with the reader constantly threatening the Traveler (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑

Back to Masterlist A

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ♡　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

“Ehehe, Paimon believes that Paimon’s miles better than- Traveler, who’s that?” Paimon shrieks as she hides behind the traveler.

Huh. That’s not the reaction I expected, but I’m not surprised by it.

I am approaching them as I wield my sword after all.

I thought our first meeting would be different, and nothing like this. But I know what I must do. “Traveler. You have crossed a line that should never be crossed. The Wanderer…” I trail off, the venom in my voice creating a tense atmosphere.

The Traveler steps back slightly, shielding Paimon from me. I don’t give them a moment to ponder my words before I’m lunging forward with my drawn sword. The Traveler manages to parry my blow, but I manage to cut off a small strand of their hair.

I grasp the strand and hold it in my open palm, smirking all the while as I ignore Paimon’s frightened squeals.

“Funny, I thought you were a person of many titles. ‘The Honorary Knight.’” Our blades run along each other as my sharp blade attempts to slice through their neck.

“The Captain of the Watatsumi Island Special Operations Unit.” With a grunt I lower myself to the ground and swipe beneath the Traveler’s feet. with my agile one’s. They dodge my first foot, but they trip over the second one that makes a swift follow up. They fall to the ground, but before my blade can slam down on them they’re quick to roll over.

I groan when they use the element of geo to knock me down from behind, but I quickly recover with the assistance of the wind. “The Outlander.” I encase the Traveler and I in a circle of Ice, the pointy edges almost piercing Paimon. That’s when the Traveler’s eyes truly darken, and a sadistic smile makes it way onto my lips.

“The First Sage of Buer.” The Traveler’s eyes widen and they falter for a moment at my words, and I take the opportunity to freeze a slippery path below their feet. Paimon yells for the Traveler to watch out, but it’s too late.

They’ve already fallen into my trap.

I never cared for Signora, but I mimic her technique as I enclose the Traveler’s feet where they stand. The strong gust of wind I’m summoning has Paimon struggling to stay in our enclosed arena as I make my way over to the struggling Traveler.

They’ve grown stronger from their experiences in previous nations so I can’t underestimate them; it won’t be long before they break free from my icy prison. I can’t help but chuckle when I realize they’re using a similar method to the Anemo Archon to escape the ice.

The Traveler uses the wind and earth to chip away at the block of ice encapsulating their feet. Unfortunately for them, my resolve won’t yield so easily. “You should’ve kept to yourself; stop butting your head in place it doesn’t belong. The Wanderer is not an individual to be messed with, and neither am I. If you ever lay a hand on him again, I will not be so merciful. Maybe I should give you a demonstration of what’s in store if you dare to play with magic.” I don’t wait for a response as my blade slashes down to scar the Traveler’s arm. Paimon’s scream is as piercing as the beginnings of frostbite that nip at the tips of my fingers.

My blade stops mere millimeters from my target.

How frustrating.

My blade is stopped by a hand and a strong gust of wind, and I look up to come face to face with the man I’m currently fighting for.

My entire demeanor shifts as my eyes light up and my heart pounds loudly with joy in my ears. “Wanderer!!” I engulf him in a hug, and he grunts. “What did I tell you about attacking people over stupid rumors you hear about me!?” Wanderer scolds me harshly and he wacks the back of my head.

I let out a cry of dismay before I pull away enough to stare into his eyes. The ice around us ceremoniously breaks and the wind slows to a calm, soothing breeze. A beautiful flurry of snow now surrounds us, and Paimon flies over to the Traveler to check up on them as the ice encapsulating their foot finally breaks.

“But- but this time they said you died!! They said the Traveler successfully put an end to-“ “Don’t listen to rumors you dimwit!” Wanderer wacks me again before he pulls me roughly against him.

I sniffle as he soothingly smoothes my hair back. I feel more than hear him chuckle as Paimon screams at the both of us. “Tell that small floating child to shut up. They’re giving me a headache.” Wanderer bursts into raucous laughter at my words while the Traveler sounds unamused and quite angry.

“Rest now. I’ll explain the situation for you, but don’t get your hopes up.” I allow myself to finally relax knowing Wanderer is actually safe and not deceased like I previously thought he was.

The last thing I feel are his soft lips against the crown of my head.

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“And that’s the gist of it. So? How do you feel? You almost lost something valuable to someone of extraordinary power, yet all you can do is stand there with that dumb look on your face.” Paimon’s loud voice wakes me up from my restful nap, and I stir as the unconscious world fades from my mind.

Damn. I was having a good dream too.

“You’re being too loud.” Wanderer scolds Paimon as I shift in his arms. Paimon continues shouting nonetheless, and I fully wake up with a disarming yawn. My blurry eyes finally focus and the Traveler and Paimon’s annoyed expressions are the first thing to greet me.

“What?” I ask. “What do you mean, what!?” Paimon asks incredulously. “Well, I told them the basics. You really need to stop acting so irrationally when things concern me, Y/n.” Wanderer’s words are rough yet sincere, and I know he’s right. With a sigh I remove myself from his arms to stand and bow before the Traveler. “I apologize for attacking you based on false rumors, but if you so much as try to lay a hand on Wanderer I-“

WHACK!

“I apologize.” “That’s better.” I refuse to rub my head even though Wanderer’s smack left a stinging sensation.

“THIS GIRL IS RIDICULOUS!” Paimon screeches.

“Everyone, calm down and try to understand where the other is coming from.” Wanderer’s blunt words cause my lips to quirk up into a blatantly smug expression. “Oh? That’s surprisingly reasonable coming from you.” I taunt Wanderer. His eyes burn holes into mine, and I send a flirtatious wink in his direction.

He returns to stand by my side from his previous position, and he huffs as his hand purposefully bumps against mine in a silent question. I intertwine our hands in a comforting answer. “Huh, it looks like I wasn’t the only one who missed the other.” I muse.

I take joy in Wanderer’s flushed cheeks and annoyed expression that acts as a face to mask the bashful feelings that lie underneath.

Paimon looks so flabbergasted it causes me to laugh. She sputters as she tries to find the accurate words to say that truly expresses her exasperation with Wanderer and I. In the end all she does is stay silent, for once, as she turns to the Traveler to take the lead.

“Ah, that’s more like it. Thanks Paimon. Traveler, I apologize. I have nothing against you personally, but I owe many things to Wanderer. He’s special to me in a way no one else ever will be. Anyone who wishes or inflicts harm upon him will meet a fate worse than death, by my own hand.” I spit out the last sentence and Wanderer gives my hand a squeeze in warning. The traveler quirks a brow at my words, but they continue to remain silent.

A beat of silence passes before the Traveler finally speaks up, “Okay. I don’t completely understand.. everything, but I can see you don’t personally have any ill intent against me. You just seem to be very stubborn.” I guffaw at the Traveler’s words as Wanderer laughs. “That’s the perfect description for her.” He dodges my elbow, and before we know it the tense atmosphere is broken as Paimon fails to hold back a delighted giggle.

“Paimon’s still angry with you, but if you buy Paimon food she’ll forgive you!” I chuckle at Paimon’s words. “Okay, how do you feel about sticky honey roast?” I tease. Paimon gasps before adamantly agreeing to my proposal.

I don’t miss the way the Traveler’s gaze follows me with evident concern in their eyes.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ♡　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Once everyone is full from the good food the atmosphere is much lighter, and everyone finally relaxes their tense body language.

“So, how do you two know each other? Paimon’s never seen the Wanderer so… so…” Paimon fails to think of a sufficient word to describe his current demeanor. “Docile?” I jest. Paimon laughs, in agreement with my suggestion, and the Wanderer scoffs.

“Anyway, you seem to know a lot about me. Why’s that?” The Traveler doesn’t beat around the bush. Wanderer also looks a bit curious as he waits for my response. “That’s on a need to know basis and you don’t need to know.” My words cause the once cheerful atmosphere to become tense yet again, but my fit of giggles is quick to dispel the atmosphere. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Gosh you should’ve seen your face!” I laugh and motion towards the Traveler’s now dumbstruck expression.

“I’ve seen you around. I’ve been to every nation of Teyvat, and I often see you around and am privy to all the rumors surrounding you. That’s how I know about all your endeavors.” I surmise. The Traveler elaborates on their question by saying, “But that doesn’t explain how you know about me being the first sage of-“ “Paimon, how’s the sticky honey roast?” “Mmmm, Paimon loves it! Y/n’s a good cook Traveler!” Paimon gulfs down another serving of Sticky Honey Roast, and I can’t help but softly smile at the scene.

When I look at Traveler our eyes meet. They study me for a moment before changing the subject. Whatever they saw in my eyes must’ve quelled their worries enough to dismiss their unanswered question.

It’s not like they aren’t used to unanswered questions anyway.

“Y/n has always been like that. Quick to anger with matters involving me. It began a few months after our meeting….” Wanderer trails off, and I recall the time I destroyed an entire treasure hoarder camp after we were both caught by surprise and Scaramouche took a hit intended for me, which resulted in him needing repairs by the doctor.

Ugh, the doctor.

“I hate that Doctor.” I grumble under my breath. Wanderer snorts and the Traveler’s eyes shoot in my direction. “You know the doctor?” Traveler asks, clearly fishing for information. “I said that doctor, not the doctor. There’s clearly a word difference there.” I smirk at their now furrowed brows. “I see why you two get along now.” A beat passes before I double over in laughter. “She’s usually more friendly. You two just got off on the wrong foot.” “The wrong foot? That ‘foot’ was more like a sword!” As the others bicker I calm myself down enough to speak.

“We’ll definitely be seeing more of each other in the future. Then, you can make your own judgment of me. You can decide whether I’m someone you’d like to keep around by your own means. As long as you don’t hurt the one’s dear to my heart, I see no reason as to why we can’t get along.” I extend my hand towards the Traveler to shake after my little monologue, and I feel satisfied when they only take a moment of hesitance before shaking my hand.

“Alright. It’s a deal.” “Great! Now, Paimon’s eating the Traveler’s share of food!” The Traveler maneuvers their plate of food around Paimon as Paimon attempts to eat their share of food, and I giggle at the scene before me. “How gluttonous.” I hear Wanderer murmur under his breath.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ♡　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Once Paimon and the Traveler give Wanderer and I time to “catch up,” it’s silent.

but it’s a comfortable silence.

I blissfully sigh as I sip the last few drops of tea remaining in my cup. This tea tastes especially good since Wanderer was the one who brewed the cup of tea for me.

I smirk as I recall the other’s flabbergasted expressions since he only brewed one cup.

“You really are…” I turn to study Wanderer’s conflicted face as he tries to articulate the message he wishes to convey. I sit in silence as I patiently wait for him to voice his thoughts.

It’s funny since I’m not a very patient person, but for him I’m effortlessly patient.

“You really are something, huh? Stop.. worryingmelikethisdumbassyou-“ He coughs into his fist, his words coming out jumbled together and rushed.

I understand the meaning behind them regardless.

A goofy smile presents itself on my face, and I don’t dare hide it from him. He notices my expression, and it seems to give him the courage he needs to continue speaking. He takes a few deep breaths before he continues. “You may make an enemy of the wrong person one day. I… appreciate your loyalty and sincerity, but stop being a blockhead and rushing into things! Especially when it’s for my sake, you moron.” I predict his movements and dodge his swing this time around.

He looks visibly aghast that I predicted his movements. He comically glances at his hand as I reply, “Honestly Wanderer, when we first met I found you interesting. I don’t know what it was, but I was undeniably attracted to you. I think it was your energy? Like, I could tell you may not be a… ahem, pleasant, person to be around..” I shoot a glance in his direction. I admire the scowl he sports on his lovely lips. “But I had a gut feeling that there was more to you than what meets the eye; I just knew there was something.. inherently good about you beneath the surface. Call me a naive fool- wait no, don’t actually do it because I know you will!” I thankfully say that right as he opens his mouth to do just as I had said. He reluctantly shuts his mouth as he rolls his eyes. “Go on, before I change my mind.” He grumbles more to himself than me.

I feel a sense of nostalgia as I remember when the man before me went by the name of Scaramouche instead of Wanderer. “Anyway, I’m glad I followed my heart and basically forced my way into your life. We all know we wouldn’t be here together like this if I didn’t.” I giggle when he opens his mouth to deny what I said, but yet again shuts his mouth moments later.

“I guess what I’m trying to say with my long winded speech is…” I suddenly turn around to fully face him, and I engulf both of his hands within my own.

I feel my eyes prick with unshed tears as I recall a time I’ve done this before. “After learning about your past…” I close my eyes and recall the day of our reunion, the day the man who no longer referred to himself as Scaramouche finally confided in me. I was beyond grateful and really touched. He isn’t the type of person to tell someone something so personal of his own accord, and it makes my heart swell with my pride knowing I’m the only one he’s ever told.

“It’s clear to me that you’re not just a puppet. You’re someone with feelings; you have a heart. You may not be the best at expressing said feelings..” I snort when he crinkles his nose and his face conveys absolute disgust at my sincere words. “But just like anyone else in this world you deserve to be happy and to be loved. Others may not agree, and that’s okay. I’ve never cared for what others think. You are all that I adore, and if love is what you need, a soldier I will be. I know you have your own baggage to carry and your sins weigh heavily upon your conscience, so let me help you stand up tall and carry that burden. You don’t have to wander alone. …Although we all know you’re more than capable of loving yourself, if you’ll let me, I’d like to love you too.” I squeeze my eyes shut as my chest rapidly rises and falls with panicked breaths.

It took a lot of courage for me to say all of this to him. I hope he doesn’t misunderstand me and think I’m jumping to conclusions. Maybe I am. I hope he doesn’t hate me for it. “Wanderer, I-“ My words are cut off by a surprisingly soft pair of lips against my own. I jump in surprise, then immediately feel embarrassed that I did. A cold hand rests against my cheek, and as I lean against it his lips retract from mine.

I look into his eyes, and all the words he needs to say are found within the depths of his irises. “You’re an angel in this abysmal hell.” His breath fans over me, and I can’t contain my smirk.

“Can I say it? Just this once?” I prompt. His eyes narrow as he knows where this is going. “We’re in the middle of having a sentimental moment and you choose now of all times to be like this?” “I’m not hearing a nooo…” “No.” “But Wanderer it’s literally the title of the fic-“ “I said no.” I let out a dejected sigh and concede with grace.

“Okay…” I mumble. Wanderer blinks at me with a blank expression.

Once.

Twice.

Then full belly laughter erupts from him as he throws his head back and covers his beautiful smile. I quickly reach a hand out to grasp the hand covering his expression of happiness in mine, and he weakly fights against me as his melodious laughter blesses my ears.

“Is that the Wanderer!?” I can hear Paimon’s loud voice outside the door as the Traveler hushes them.

I knew they were eavesdropping. I’ll have to lecture them on the importance of privacy later.

For now, I relish in the alluring sight before me as I feel a peaceful veil of comfort envelop me. This is the happiest I’ve ever seen you since we parted ways on that snowy night.

I know he’ll scold me for thinking this way, but I can’t help but feel that our fates have been intertwined.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x female reader #x reader #reader insert #genshin reader insert #wanderer x you #wanderer x female reader #wanderer x y/n #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x female reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche reader insert #wanderer reader insert #genshin impact reader insert #genshin impact x female reader

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tomurasurinal · 2 years

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Scared Yet?

Ghost AU! Tendou Satori x Fem!Reader

- Pairing: Tendou Satori x Fem! Reader

- Genre: Angst, Romance

-WC: 3,788

-Warnings: Depression Mention, Bullying Mention, Suicide Mention

-Summary: Your grandmother passes and you inherit her old house with an unknown occupant!

Thank you for reading <3

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The floorboard groans with every step she takes, the room is suffocating and dry. She hasn't been here in years and while the house is an eyesore to most it feels like home to her. The warm stale air feels welcoming. Making her rounds through the house she brainstorms ideas for where she wants her furniture and which room to make her own. She uses each trip to the moving truck as an excuse to admire the exterior a little more.

The house is massive. Tall and wide with so many windows, so much history in its chipping plum paint withered away with the years. The stained glass windows with hand-carved mahogany compliment them perfectly. Busy with her daydreaming she falls up a step and the box in her arm flies across the threshold. The dull pain in her leg is nothing compared to the fear she's feeling about the box. ‘Don’t be glass. Don’t be glass, oh geez.’ Turning the box over carefully so the label faces upward she sighs in relief at the word, ‘Books’ scribbled in her childish messy handwriting.

'Stupid fucking steps, stupid big house. This place is way too fucking big, who even needs five bedrooms?'

She kicks a pebble out of her way in annoyance, walks to her car to grab her last box, and lugs it upstairs to the biggest room. This room belonged to her grandma before she passed and left the house. Light is desperately trying to stream through the dirty curtains. She opens them and takes a look into the sad garden in need of some major TLC. A man with tired eyes and wild red hair looks her way, he winks and smiles at her. His smile is unnerving but almost welcoming. She rubs her eyes and the man is gone.

“Ghost? No way, I need a nap if I’m imagining strange men. But very weird. nonetheless.”, she murmurs to herself ripping the muddied white sheets off the rest of the furniture. She uncovers a huge full-length mirror. Taking the time to admire her appearance she drags a dirty little hand down her face, “I’m so exhausted. All I need to do is unpack this plushie box for tonight, I think the furniture can wait for tomorrow.” She stretches her arms up and leans back letting her back pop and crack in the most delicious ways. She mewls in delight and smiles softly to herself. She wipes the smeared mascara from under her eyes and fluffs her hair.

“What a great day to wear black!” she giggles to herself knowing damn well she cycles through the same handful of dark garments religiously. She dusts herself off smacking her tattered black shorts and her sun-bleached black shirt with some old emo band name scrawled across the chest.

She unpacks the stuffed animals from their box and arranges them in their new home in a net slung across a corner of the room. It's starting to feel like her room instead of grandmas. She changes all the crusty bed sheets and blankets and replaces them with her own. New black sheets and a soft plush comforter beckon her to indulge in a nap. She plucks a plushie off the hammock and crawls into bed, letting sleep wash over her immediately.

A tall dark figure watches her from the door. ‘Cute little thing.’ he thinks to himself, ‘I wonder if I can have some fun with her and properly introduce myself.’

He waltz’s into the room with so much excitement, hovering over her while he takes his time admiring her features. She looks so peaceful with her hair matted from sleeping so hard along with the dried drool connecting her chubby cheek to the pillow. He wants to touch her soft-looking skin so bad but he knows he wouldn’t be able to feel it properly nothing feels the same since being dead. He uses her vulnerable state as a gateway to her dreams. He lays beside her in her oversized bed and takes a deep breath. Exhaling and opening his eyes he’s in a retro arcade he frequented when he was alive. He can see the girl from earlier going hard at a game he’s familiar with. As he walks up behind her he can hear her muttering curse words to herself as she plays. The screen flashes “GAME OVER” in bold lettering letting her know she’s lost. She punches in a three-letter phase claiming her number two score on the leader boards.

“That was an intense game you almost had the number one spot.” he smiles a catlike grin at her and she groans.

“I’ve been at it all night! I can't beat this ‘RED’! I’m so tired of it he’s number one in most of these machines.” She pouts and crosses her cute little arms across her chest.

“You’ll beat me one day I believe in ya.” He reassures her as he pats her head like a child. She swats him away and looks at him in disbelief. “No fucking way. You can’t be RED!” She looks like she’s going to rip her hair out in frustration.

“In the flesh! But let’s get you some fresh air. Too beautiful to be locked up in a stinky arcade, I fear.” in a flash, he links arms with her and drags her out of the arcade's double doors. He takes note of the faint blush forming on her face from the compliment.

As they step outside they are thrown into another scenery. Whipping her head around in disbelief that she’s not in the arcade anymore the girl looks at her red-headed companion. She can see his face properly now. He’s cute. Very cute even. She liked how he looked mischievous and how his ruby eyes looked so tired. His hair stands tall and untamed. It was a similar shade of red to his eyes. He stood tall compared to her small chubby frame making her feel so small. She was not subtle at all with how she was gawking at him.

“You good there? If you stare at me any harder I think I'll explode!”, he holds his hands up in mock surrender.

“What’s your name? And where did you take me?”, she pokes his boney side with every word she asks. “I’m Tendou. Tendou Satori.” The smile he beams her way makes her smile in return, “This is my favorite place by the way. I always come here when I want to get away.”

She finally takes this as an opportunity to take in her surroundings. All around them are beautiful wisteria trees shining purple in all directions as they’re standing on top of a grassy hill. The ground is littered with wildflowers with a path leading to a small lake. The sun is just about to set as Tendou sets up a blanket for them to sit on.

“Tell me about yourself. I’m curious about you.”, he says quietly in her direction after laying on the blanket and propping himself on his elbows. He doesn’t look at her while waiting for her answer. He stares at the sky watching the sunset trying to take in every moment of it while he can.

She admires how at peace he looks, she starts explaining, “ Well I’m Y/n L/n. Life has been weird for me lately. I used to have a clear picture of what I wanted to do with my life but since my grandma died I don't know what makes me happy. Everything I did was to make her proud. Without her here I feel so alone. My family has never been close but she was always consistently supportive. I would come to her house during my school breaks and I’d help her manage her huge house. It was never a boring day with her.” She looks over to Tendou to see if he’s fallen asleep but once she looks over he has turned on his side facing her giving her his full attention. He cradles his head in one hand while hanging on your every word. She can feel her face grow hot at seeing him focus on her. Taking a deep breath she continues,” My town isn't anything special either. Everyone knows everyone. I never had many friends from town either. I was pretty much an outcast. I spent most of my time creating friends online and trying to get far away to escape. That’s why I came to my grandma’s house so much. To be around her and get far away from home. My parents didn't mind they were supportive, they just wanted me to be happy.” She offers him a small smile while stretching her arms above her head awkwardly. Apologizing to him she explains,” I’m sorry for ranting I know it’s a lot. Something about you just makes me want to open up. I’m not used to it. Please tell me about yourself and save me from this ranting hell.”

He gives her a hearty laugh and reassures her, “No, no. You’re good I asked for it and you delivered. I am delighted to hear about every little detail about you. Life was hard growing up. Same as you. Social outcast or a loner. All of it. I was good at sports though so there was that. The bullying continued though. It made wanting to live more complicated. I always wanted to work with food. Like desserts! I never pursued it but it was always my dream. I gave up after I graduated high school. I’ve been floating through life since then.” He feels himself stiffen at that last part. Hoping she doesn’t think he’s some suicidal loser. Or worse, a ghost. He isn’t ready to reveal that part to her yet. He can’t risk her being scared.

What he didn’t expect was for her to look at him with the sweetest sad face he’s ever seen. Before he could react she lept towards him and wrapped her arms around his thin frame. He can tell she’s crying by how damp his shirt is feeling as she holds him. Finally, she speaks to him in a croak, “Don’t ever stop living Tendou. You're worth more than you think. I’ll do whatever it takes to convince you otherwise! I want you to live all your dreams! I hope one day I can come to visit you somewhere magnificent, maybe Paris. You’ll have your dessert shop and I’ll visit you every day after work. We’ll be the perfect duo and we’ll never be alone. I promise!” She exclaims the last part moving her body to offer Tendou her pinky. She’s going to make him Pinky promise. He can’t hide the huge grin growing on his face. She knocks him hard in the chest,” I’m serious Tendou! Promise or I’ll go walk myself into that lake.”

“Fine Y/n, I promise. But you have to try all my experiments. Even if they’re gross.” He explains mischievously.

“That’s okay with me because it means free sweets.” She teases and sticks her tongue out at him with that he grabs her and forces her to lay back in the grass with him.

She is so comfortable that she eventually falls asleep. Tendou can feel her weight relax on him. Looking at her sleeping face he moves a strand of hair off of her face and tucks it behind her ear. She acts like a weighted blanket and lulls him to sleep as well. When he awakes he’s back in her room. He can see dawn light creep its way through her curtains. He knows once she wakes up he’ll have to come clean about everything and he doesn’t know if he’s ready for it. His body feels weak from staying in her dream for so long and directing what happened in it, he’s going to have to recharge most of the day. He makes his way to the door and phases right through it so he doesn’t wake her.

Y/n wakes up abruptly. The first thing she notices is that she is back in her new room and not the plush meadow from earlier with Tendou. Grabbing her pillow she plans to try to go back to sleep. She doesn’t want to be awake right now but before she could attempt anything her phone blares at full blast alerting her of an incoming phone call. She scrunches her face and reluctantly answers the phone not even bothering to check the caller ID. Before she could say a greeting she is interrupted by a shrill voice, ”HELLOOOOO!! Finally, you pick up! I've been calling like crazy the last hour, I got the house to myself I want some bestie time, what's the scoop? How’s the old lady's spooky doll house? Any ghosties? BETTER YET, Any demons??? Ooooooh a handsome ghost, now that's my type. GO ONNNN SPEAK.” ah, of course, it was Minnie. She was her long-distance friend for the last couple of years. Usually, she calls on her morning drives to work to keep both of her company while she gets her morning started. Y/n explains her night with Tendou in detail everything from what she did to how he looked and how unfortunately it was just a dream because she woke up alone that morning in bed.

Minnie is quiet before she comments,” Huh, that's a really weird dream. Do you think he’s the figure from the garden? They sound eerily similar. Keep an eye on that shit, okay? Wear your evil eye bracelet I got you during my last trip to Mexico! Better yet do a cleanse, do you need $5 for eggs? I’ll Venmo you. I can’t have you dying on me because of a ghost or a demon, no matter how sexy and mysterious he sounds.” She’s trying to be light-hearted but y/n can hear her concern mixed in. Trying her best she tries to reassure her it was probably from inhaling dust, being exhausted, and reading fanfic.

Unbeknownst to her, Tendou is watching from the corner of her room. He hides in the shadows and watches her laugh and smile with her friend. She must have said something extra hilarious because she ends up snorting so hard she chokes. His stomach does a flip. He loves seeing her happy. He wants so bad to be the reason for her joy. Whispering to himself he lets out a soft curse to himself,” I’m going to fall so hard in love with her, and it’s going to suck major ass.”

Finishing up her call she makes herself lunch and enjoys it out in the garden. The weather is nice today. The sun warms her skin and the breeze keeps her cool. The birds are singing and butterflies are enjoying whatever is left of the flowers around her in the dying garden. All she can think about is how peaceful it is and how much Tendou would enjoy this. Her throat feels tight with sadness, she doesn’t want to cry right now. It’s time to finish her laundry to distract herself from the overbearing loneliness she’s feeling. She drags herself into the living room where she left her fresh clothes. She’s greeted by an immense shadowy figure with its back turned to her. She freezes before she can take another step. The shadow figure looks as if it's searching for something in the basket. Unable to move she can only watch in horror as the figure picks up articles of clothing. Each one it lifts is folded neatly and put aside on a cushion. Y/n is so confused. She thinks to herself, ‘Holy shit is it folding my clothes for me? I mean I don’t necessarily object to this but why would a demon help me?’, she tilts her head asking herself those questions. Before she starts to move from her spot she sees the figure lift one last piece of fabric. It was her favorite pair of period panties. It was a cotton pair that she had gotten years ago, the waistband is distorted and ripping. The cat on the butt is practically peeling along with whatever was left of the word ‘Meow” that had once complimented the cat's face.

Y/n is mortified. She bolts from her spot snatching her panties from the demon's hands. She starts screaming at the figure, “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING? GIVE ME THAT SHIT, BASTARD.” Her face is red with embarrassment. She turns away from him quickly not even afraid of what she could be dealing with. Until she hears a voice yell back.

“I WAS JUST TRYING TO HELP I SWEAR! I DIDN’T MEAN TO LOOK LIKE A PERVERT.” Tendou explains while he is red as well matching her equally embarrassed face.

Y/n whips her head around. It couldn’t be him. Why would he be here, in her house? She looks at him with a confused face.

Tendou sighs, “I guess the jig is up, huh?” Well go on you must have a million questions swarming inside your beautiful head. So, let me have it.” He plops himself down on the antique couch but it makes no signs that he’s sitting down, almost like he’s weightless.

“Well for starters, why are you in my house and how did you get in here?” she probes him,” And were you the man in the garden yesterday?”, she is eager for the answers. She can see Tendou look away from her for a moment. Almost as if the gears in his head are shifting around to produce an explanation.

He won’t meet her eye as he talks. His heart would be beating in utter anxiety at this moment if he had one. He has to be honest. She deserves it. Taking a deep breath he answers her, “Remember when I told you I gave up after high school? Well, I meant it. I did give up. It was way before your grandma bought this place. The garden was my pride and joy at the time. I spent a lot of time there. Many days I’d sit there and just cry because I was so frustrated with how my life was. Until one day when my parents were away, I decided I had enough. I slit my wrists in the backyard surrounded by the beautiful flowers I spent hours tending to I watched as my blood flowed into the dirt and I felt safe dying encompassed by their company. I never crossed over though. I think it was all the hate I held in my heart, my unfinished dreams and aspirations too. Damned to walk the earth regretting what I had done.” Tendou’s face scrunches up with pain as he continues.” My parents came back from vacation eventually. I had been there for days before they came back, it was not a pretty sight. My mom fell to her knees and held my rotting body. My father stood behind her trying his best to stay strong and comfort her. I felt sick. I ruined their lives too, not just my own. They couldn’t stand living here after what I did, they tried for a while but it hurt them too much. They eventually sold this place and your grandma moved in not too long after. I shut myself away for a long time after that, I was bitter with the living and refused to spend time here. I laid in the shadows for years, dormant. Until one day I heard your Grandma passed. I regretted being a brat. I’m sure I could have helped that old lady with her everyday chores, but I was too selfish. I saw you in the window and I was excited once again to have company in this big lonely house. I didn’t want to make the same mistake. I wanted company. I’m tired of being alone.” Tendou finishes his story up and is wiping the tears off of his pale face. He slouches over and holds his head in his hands. He can’t face her, he feels disgusting, like a monster.

Y/n’s heart hurts. It all makes sense. Last night was a dream and he visited her because he was lonely. She understands why he didn’t tell her, she moves from where she was standing near the laundry basket and sits down near him, she comforts him,” Tendou,” using a whisper to relax him,” It’s okay. I understand why you didn’t want to tell me. But, with that being said I appreciate your honesty. It hurts my heart twice as bad knowing how your life ended and that you live every day with the guilt. I hope that I can help make your days better with my companionship. So how about this, we start over, okay?”, she rises to her feet and gestures for him to join her. Reluctantly he joins her, his tall lanky figure towering above her once again.

She holds her hand out gesturing for a handshake waiting for him to take it. Once he does she continues,” My name is Y/n. It’s very nice to meet you, Tendou the ghost. I hope we can be the best of friends.” flashing a sweet smile towards him once she finishes her introduction.

He returns her bright smile with one of his own, matching her energy he responds, “Thank you, Y/n. I'll be here for however long you’ll have me.” he feels like such a dork right now quickly he stammers out,” So, what now?”

Y/n stands up and makes her way towards the door grabbing hold of the ornate doorknob that leads to the backyard, she starts to explain,” We’re going to tend to the garden duh! Get to it, Mister. You said these were your pride and joys so you better help me keep them in tip-top condition especially if you’re damned to spend eternity on earth!,” she makes her way to the backyard leaving Tendou to his lonesome.

He can’t believe it. She just accepted him like that, he doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve to be understood or cared for, he’s frightening and unlovable. The bad thoughts come back eating away at his mood. He wants to rip his hair out from sheer frustration, he just wants to be happy, for her, for his parents, and lastly for himself. He’s snapped from his thoughts when he hears Y/n’s angelic voice beckoning him from outside,” Tendou! Get out here or I'll rip out every bush here, I will show no mercy to you or your little flowers!”, He smiles to himself, okay maybe you’re yelling at him. But, he’s too in love to care otherwise. It wouldn't matter if you killed him a second time. He would still think you're an angel.

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