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cherrychilli · 5 months

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Eddie Munson x AFAB reader, friends to lovers, mentions of nudity, brief mention of masturbation (m). Basically, Eddie finds you sleeping naked in his bed.

A/N: Idk I've had this idea in my head for too long now and I need to exorcise it out of me with this little drabble or I'll never be able to get on with my life.

Forest Hills trailer park wasn't your usual stop after clocking out of work but after the day you’ve had you don’t have it in you to wait for the next bus back to your apartment. Your place is 30 minutes away but the journey is sure to take even longer in the current downpour.

Staying over at the trailer wasn't anything new. A spare key was entrusted to you years ago and you made use of it on days like this to crash at Eddie’s for convenience sake. The key came with the promise that you were welcome to anything you needed even if both Eddie and Wayne were away – shower, food, an extra change of clothes, what have you, and you needed them all today.

With Wayne out of town for a few days and Eddie due back in two hours you sink into auto pilot, weary down to the bone from your shift. Maybe that’s why it doesn’t feel as weird as it probably should when you started to undress in their kitchenette, hanging your work clothes over the back of a nearby chair, rummaging through the fridge in your bra and panties for a quick bite to eat before heading for the shower.

There wasn’t much in it besides beer since Wayne hadn’t been around to stock it. Eddie always preferred ordering take out over getting groceries – something you were going to nag him for again when you had the strength to do so.

Cereal it would have to be.

You located a box inside one of the cupboards, tipping the wheaty, sugary contents straight into your mouth without bothering with a bowl and spoon. It’s not lost on you how similarly you’re acting to Eddie right down to the unruly state of half undress, wiping crumbs off your lips with the back of your hand. If you finished off with a belch it'd be like he never left the trailer this morning.

The messy mouthfuls of cereal prove enough to silence the toad’s croak of hunger that'd been gurgling noisily inside your belly, putting the box away.

Traipsing through, feet dragging, you threw your clothes into the washer next along with your underwear, completely nude now in the Munson trailer as you made your way to the shower – but not before reaching out for Eddie's Garfield mug that sat on a nearby shelf, turning it around so that the cartoon cat's lazy smirk no longer faced you. For your modesty.

You try to keep the shower brisk, not wanting to use up all the hot water but with the way it sprays down on your aching body, the steam and heat combo soothing your poor sore muscles, it’s so blissful that you have to keep yourself from nodding off right there.

You did make use of Eddie’s body wash, some spicy, woodsy smelling thing in a jet-black bottle but you didn't dare use the two in one shampoo that sat in their shower caddy. It might have worked fine for Eddie and his wild mane but you knew better than to apply the stuff to your own hair. Fortunately, experience had taught you to carry a travel sized bottle filled with your own shampoo whenever you stayed over, working over your locks in a lather scented with cranberries and vanilla.

Stamina depleting by the second, toweling off and brushing your teeth takes the last sliver of energy out of you. Eyelids slipping, movements sluggish, limbs feeling too heavy for your own body to hold up – you’re shutting down whether you like it or not.

Dropping the damp towel on his bedroom floor, you intended to change, you really did. You’d even picked out one of Eddie’s washed t-shirts and a pair of boxers out of the laundry and set them down at the foot of the bed to put on before you made yourself comfortable but that’s not what happened.

Still nude, you crawl into bed, seeking warmth and soft comfort, numbed down to a kind of tunnel vision with rest being your one and only goal.

It feels all the more natural because you’re used to sleeping naked in your own bed, much too tired to remember that you’re not in your bed, draping a blanket that doesn't belong to you over your spent body, surrendering to sleep seconds after your head hits the pillow.

It'd still been raining when Eddie returns later. Dragging himself through the trailer, nearly as worn down as you had been, shaking the excess water out of his hair like a dog trying to get dry.

The smell of your shampoo still lingering in the air tells him you're there, finding you curled up in his bed, all bundled up to your neck. The sight makes him smile.

It doesn't take too long for him to join you, following a similar routine – a quick bite with the addition of a beer and then a shower, only he doesn't skip out on clothing himself in his PJ's first.

If he’d shared the blanket with you he might have found out about your lack of dress sooner but as the gentleman that he can sometimes be, he pulls out a spare blanket from the closet so as to not wake you, prolonging the discovery. Being friends for so long meant that sharing a bed was never awkward even after you'd became adults.

That was until the next morning came.

It’s not the stream of morning light brightening from a cool blue to a warm amber peeking in between the curtains that wakes Eddie, or even the tinny smack of his neighbor’s broken screen door gusting open just a few feet away from his bedroom window. It’s the warmth of your ass pressed flush against his crotch and his nose nestled in your sweet-smelling hair that pulls him out of a dream he wont be able to recall later if he tried.

He shifts closer, eyes cracking open, remembering the tiny bottle of shampoo sitting on the bathroom counter. Remembering the new toothbrush placed in the cup next to his own. Remembering the powder blue towel that neither he nor Wayne ever used laying on his bedroom floor.

And then he remembers that he’s not alone.

Oh...

And then he wishes that he was.

Panic snaps up like a beartrap around Eddie when he realizes he's hard – his thick, throbbing erection pressed right up against your body.

Growing clammy, cold sweat beads on the back of his neck but he’s in luck because you haven’t noticed yet, still sound asleep.

This close together, he knows the slightest movement could rouse you. But what was the alternative? Wait it out? Hope to hell his boner goes away? Fat fucking chance. Not when the soft swell of your ass and your body heat alone had him questioning how he could ever go back to his calloused fist after this.

Carefully, desperately, he tries to inch back without waking you but just as he feared, you begin to stir. Your back arches instinctively, seeking out his warm, solid frame even in your sleep.

Shit shit shit.

The covers slip as you shift, your bare shoulders coming into view, eyes starting to flutter open. With no other option, Eddie swiftly rolls on to his back, his hard on no longer pressed up against you but the problem persists.

“Oh, morning”, you greet him through a yawn, pulling an arm out to rub at your eyes, blanket slipping lower but the frantic boy hasn’t noticed yet, too busy whipping his pillow out from under him to place over his lap.

“Uh-hey. Shower’s free if you wanna go first”, he offers quickly, smiling hard, hoping to subtly usher you out because he's too afraid to get up and risk you getting a load of the tent in his pants if he were to go ahead of you.

“Thanks”, you yawn again, still occupied with rubbing at your sleepy eyes to notice your best friend's pale face turning beet fucking red in an instant as you clamber out of bed, blankets no longer concealing you.

Eddie doesn’t know where to look first. His eyes dart everywhere, every bare inch of you on display. So much soft, naked skin it’s making him short circuit.

His gaze eagerly travels over the slope of your breasts as they jiggle gently with your movements, taking in your soft nipples, moving down over your belly and hips, noticing a few new freckles and beauty marks there along the way to the soft curls between your legs.

His erection digs into the pillow, brain dangerously close to fizzing because he’d been pressed up against you like that all night and not even known it.

A shiver works its way through you, making you question why it feels so drafty in his room all of a sudden. You turn back to ask Eddie if there’s anything wrong with the heating, catching the shocked expression on his face.

Looking down, you're met with the sight of your nude body, breasts bare, no underwear. It's a good thing the occupants of the trailer park liked to mind their own business, even if sometimes you thought they did so to a fault because in any other neighborhood your piercing screech would have had everyone within earshot dialing up the cops.

The scream ricochets off the walls at an ear ringing volume, causing Eddie to jolt and lose his balance, falling out of bed while you leapt back in. Grabbing his spare pillow, you press one half against your chest and squeeze the rest between your thighs to shield yourself.

Now he slaps his hands over his eyes.

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More than anything, you try so hard to push it aside. To pretend that it hadn't happened but it looms over you like a cloud on the brink of bursting with rain.

After three whole days of walking around eggshells around each other it's Eddie who breaks first.

"I can't stand this I don't know what else to do, Can we just talk about it please?"

“Eddie…", you sigh, a gentle warning.

"So what if I saw you naked? you saw my boner!...sort of. I mean, I guess that doesn't exactly make us even but it has to count for something, right? you're not alone in this"

You immediately set your wide eyes on the only other patrons in the diner to see if they’d overheard – two older women swapping pictures of their grandchildren over coffee and cheesecake. When neither of them take a pause in the middle of cooing about little Tommy's third Birthday or little Emily's first day of Kindergarten you redirect your attention back to Eddie.

“Eddie! Keep your voice down!”, you whisper shout at him from across the booth. "There are literal grandmother's here!"

He rolls his eyes. Not mean spirited, just unconcerned by the ladies and what they may or may not have overheard.

And then, even though no one’s paying either of you any attention, you lean closer over your half-finished key lime pie, one hand shielding the side of your face like you’re trying to avoid getting recognized by an ex who’s just walked in.

"I'm so embarrassed...please can we just drop it?", you plead, voice hushed.

He gives you this look of mild incredulity. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Trust me", and the inflection in his tone almost gives him away, prompting him to double back immediately.

The last thing he wants is for you to feel more uncomfortable than you already do. So he doesn't need you to catch on that he's got every moment of your unintended strip tease memorized. Or that he likes to replay what he's since thought of as the best 10 seconds of his life over and over again when he's fucking his fist in the shower.

“I just mean that it's nothing to be embarrassed by. It could have happened to anyone. Who among us hasn’t napped in just their birthday suit before, am I right?” he finishes with a slight wince, knowing none of this is exactly helpful.

And you know he’s only trying to be nice in his own, sweet, bumbling way but you still feel terrible.

"I don't know if I can shake this feeling", you cast your eyes down, looking too close to despondent for his liking.

"Listen I- I don't know how to fix this but I want to. Please just tell me what I can do and I'll do it, okay?"

God, he's sweet and it makes you feel a little flustered being on the receiving end of that gentle stare, needing to shift the mood lest you drown in all that earnestness pooling in his eyes.

It's moments like this that call for a bad joke to cut the tension, right? some momentary and well meaning deflection before you're ready to address the matter at hand again.

Letting out a half hearted laugh, you make your best attempt to inject some humor into the situation.

"I don't know. Maybe it might help if you got naked too", you nervously scraped your fork against the buttery graham cracker crust of your pie, dislodging a few golden crumbs.

It was so very clearly a joke. At least you had thought so. Eddie? not so much.

His brown eyes go wide, looking scandalized, his voice coming out a little more quite than you're used to.

"What?"

"I mean, I showed you mine after all", you tried again in a cadence that was wholly unserious but once again, he fails to catch on.

"You want me to get naked for you?"

You should correct him and you mean to but before you're able to do just that, something about the way he's staring at you makes you want to match his seriousness. The fact that he didn't say no right away strikes you as weirdly intriguing.

"You don't have to", you clarify, adding, "It's just that – well, you asked and I think it could maybe help? to really get us on even ground?”

The words that come out don't feel like you own – foreign to your ears even though they're said in your voice, with your own lips forming them and your own tongue curling around every syllable.

What the hell am I doing?

Eddie pauses. Seconds drag on like nails on a chalkboard as he taps a ringed finger thoughtfully on the edge of his empty plate smudged with faint traces of cream cheese and lime zest.

"Fine. On one condition", he leans back, arms crossing over his chest, smiling wide and megawatt bright.

Oh my god is this really happening?

“...Yeah?”

"You're going to undress me"

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Part two? who knows. Certainly not I.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things smut #eddie munson x reader

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cordeliawhohung · 4 months

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Dinner and Dessert

my entry for @glitterypirateduck 's soap it up challenge! i wrote this with mafia!soap in mind, but there's nothing au specific used in this short one shot, so it can be read with mw2 Johnny in mind as well!

soap x fem!nurse!reader | slight mentions of minor injuries, reader is a little grumpy, lots of banter, kissing, and suggestive content.

prompts used: was this your plan the entire time? | who did this to you? | you're so hot when you're mad

all you wanted to do was relax after a long shift in the ER, but when you get to your boyfriends apartment, you learn you have yet another boo boo to take care of.

By the time you arrived at Johnny’s apartment, your brain was so fried you attempted to use your badge to unlock the door rather than the spare key he had given you back when you first started seeing each other. Really, it was his fault you had made such a stupid mistake. Had he not been so adamant about you coming straight over to his apartment for a surprise you could have showered and changed after your long shift. A small rest would have done you some good after everything, and probably would have cleared your head, too. Instead, you were in the same scrubs you had worn for the last twelve hours, and your feet were so numb they made you grumpy beyond belief.

With a heavy sigh, you reached into your bag and yanked out your key ring before hunting down the one for Johnny’s apartment where you fumbled it into the lock. Though you were already tired from your long day, a new wave of exhaustion hit you the moment you stepped into the apartment. In the area Johnny had designated as the living room of his studio apartment, he had several snacks, drinks, and a stack of pirated movie CD’s laid out on the coffee table in what you assumed was his idea of a date night.

However, it wasn’t the snacks that concerned you, but more of the busted eyebrow and swollen lip that plagued his face. His eyes lit up as bright as ever when he smiled at you, though it was terribly lopsided, and he gestured two bloodied hands at the stash of food he had piled up for the two of you that night.

“Was this your plan the entire time?” you sighed as you dropped your bag next to the door. “Lure me here with the promise of food just so I could take care of you?”

Johnny grinned as you began to march across the apartment, and not even the bruise blooming on his cheek could diminish just how brightly it shined. “For the record, I invited you over before all of,” he paused to gesture to his face, “this happened.”

“Likely story,” you muttered.

Once you were close enough to him, you rested your hand against Johnny’s chest before you gave him a firm push backwards. The man toppled onto the couch with a grunt and slight wince, proving to you his wounds ran deeper than they appeared. Still, Johnny looked up at you with bright eyes as a smirk settled on his busted lip while you settled yourself on his lap.

“I thought we were going to save this part until after the movie,” he teased while his hands pawed at your hips.

“Shut up,” you grumbled half seriously.

Once more he winced as you grabbed his jaw and tilted his head at different angles to get a better view of the damage done. There was no visible damage to his lip, yet the swelling was still considerable so you hypothesized he had bit into the inside of his cheek at some point during the fight. Likely as a reaction to getting punched. The bruise on his cheek was faint yet still growing, and the skin by his eyebrow had been torn. Dark scabs closed up the wound, and it didn’t look deep or long enough to need any sort of bandage, yet it would more than likely scar.

“Who did this to you?” you asked while your hand still tilted his head side to side. “Actually, nevermind. I don’t think I want to know what trouble you and Riley get into when I’m not around.”

Eventually you relinquished your grip on his jaw with a huff. Between taking care of patients all day in the ER and then coming home to your boyfriend a bruised mess, you were exhausted. But you had to admit, the way those blue eyes of his stared at you adoringly was almost enough to wash away the grime and fatigue that plagued you.

“What, not gonna kiss it better?” Johnny prompted. His hands still rested heavy and firm on your hips, and you relished the way his skin felt against yours as his thumbs slipped underneath your shirt to rub against your waist.

“You’re such a baby,” you huffed.

Johnny put his pearly whites on display once more with a large grin. “You’re so hot when you’re mad.”

“I’m not mad,” you scoffed.

“Then kiss me.”

The truth was, no matter how long of a day it was or how grumpy you pretended to be, you could never truly get mad at Johnny. Even if he was the world’s biggest idiot sometimes. He was too pure, too kind, and looked at you like any loyal dog would. So you melted into his touch as you leaned into him, lips pressed softly against his while you took care to avoid the swelling of his wound. It wasn’t long before he deepened the kiss with a grunt, likely in pain from putting too much pressure on the wound in his mouth, and you pulled away before he could hurt himself further.

“Better?” you asked.

“Much,” he confirmed. That’s when his hands began to wander. Scraped knuckles brushed against the fabric of your scrubs as his fingers dipped underneath the waistband of your pants with a slight tug. He didn’t go far, but his intent was obvious. “What about you? Any aches or pains I can kiss away?”

For the first time that night he pulled a chuckle out of you. The deep tone of his voice was soft and ignited something burning in your stomach that sent embers curling up your spine. You tilted your head to the side as if you thought heavily about his proposition, but really your answer fought to escape your throat.

“Dinner first,” you finally concluded, “and then you can have dessert.”

Satisfied with your response, Johnny slipped his fingers out of your waistband where they slapped against your skin with a quick snap. Hands still firmly on your hips, he leaned forward and gave you a quick kiss where you could feel his grin mold against your skin.

“Yes ma’am.”

#soap x reader #john mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #mafia!soap #mafia!johnny #mafia!141 #soapitup #f!reader

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mikobeautifulheart · 3 months

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How JJK men react when they (or you) "accidently" fall on you (or them).

Including: Yuta, Yuji and Megumi

Tw: none unless you don't like falling over.

I KNOW THE TITTLE IS PAINFUL AND THE FIC IS NOT TOTALY EDITED. IM SORRY.

♡Yuta♡

All the second year students were at the traning field when you noticed that you forgot your phone.

Normally that wouldn't bother you, but today Yuta was supposed to come back from his training trip in Africa. There was nothing official with you guys but everyone around you could feel how much you both fell for each other. Just like the day he first arrived, you introduced yourself (probably the only person who did) to him. It was just like two wires fused and after that you guys became close. But it ened when Yuta left and you felt loke it was back to old times again with Maki, Panda and Toge.

"MAKIII" you yelled across the field as Maki was in the middle of her warm up lap.

"I NEED TO GO GET MY PHONE, ILL BE BACK SOON" You yelled getting a thumb up approval from her.

So you ran off the field and onto the path past the shed of cursed tools and straight to the main building in Jujustu high. You swung open the door and sprinted down the hallways.

Yuta was supposed to text you when he got back and nearly at the dormatrys because they changed the locks while he was gone and getting him his own key would take a while with his seemingly 'sudden' return. Luckily you had 2 keys made because you wanted a spare just in case it came handy.

You swung open the classroom door when you realised you forgot where you left your bag, which held your phone and pair of keys. You searched up the whole room panicking but to no avail. You looked at the clock on the wall. 4:00 pm. Yuta was supposed to be back at 4:10 and you figured the only other place your bag would be was on the bench bu the traning field...

Letting out a loud sigh of frustration you didn't want to waste any more time so you took a short cut to the oval. Right through the buildings window. You stood at the edge and pushed off landing harshly on the ground making you stumble a bit before sprinting again.

You made it to the field at 4:03, a new record, but still with your frantic searching you couldn't find your bag.

"I have to be quick before Yuta gets here or he'll be locked out the dorms!" You said franticly knowing your 3 classmates were watching you and wondering what you were doing.

You felt a tap on your sholder

"Tuna mayo Shakke."

(*We moved class rooms today remember?)

Your eyes went white realising you looked in the wrong room.

"I KNEW IT WAS IN OUR CLASS ROOM" You yelled before running again.

This time you went to the right room and saw your bag on your desk. You snatched it and looked at the time on your phone 4:11.

You said you would met Yuta at the schools enterance but there was no way you would make it there in time...unless you ran. Again.

You spun on you heals and with the last and most of your energy you ran head first into some body making them lose thier balance because the last thing they expected was getting rammed head first in a deserted hallway.

THUD

You fell onto your back in shock not realising the person hand was holding the back of your head making sure it never hit the ground.

"Are you alright!?" He asked looking down at you

It was Yuta.

"Yeah sorry about-YUTA?!" Your face flushed as his body caged your on the floor

"Sorry I didn't see you running then and just got in your way."

"NO, NO IT WAS MY FAULT" you were losing your sanity, he was so close and so...diffrent. His hair hung over his eyes and his body frame was way bigger from the last time you saw him.

He suddenly turned his head away from your gaze but you could see the red tint in his ears.

"Nice catch" you heard some one say

Both you and yuta looked down the hallway to see Maki standing there with a cursed weapon.

Immediately Yuta got up embarassed and offered you a hand up.

"Uh welcome back." You tried to act normally but that moment would live in your mind forever.

☆Yuji☆

You were in the library studying for Gojos "surprise quiz" that was taking place tomorrow. How were you going to get through all the subject set in the quiz with only one day's notice? Well you concluded that Gojo was not a very qualified teacher.

On the list of study books you'd need to read to take notes from there was one that was up impossibly high up on a shelf. But it was okay because there was a ladder at the end of the shelf you would just have to bring over.

You pulled the ladder over and made sure it was stable by shaking it a few times slightly, knowing there wouldn't be anyone to hold the ladder for you because Megumi, Nobora and Yuji were all currently out on a mission that you were no put on. It was a but disappointing but it was the perfect opportunity to study.

You got up on the ladder, when it came to the last step you got a bit nervous because the ladder began to shake a bit. But you took a deep breath and managed to make it up there without falling. You grabbed the book quickly got down the ladder. You put it on top of the other books you were using. You walked back to your table with all your study notes and materials.

It was a successful hour because you felt like you were finally ready. So you packed up your things and began to put the books back. Until it came to the high shelf. You tested the ladders durability again and finally took the first step. When tou were half way up, book tucked beneath your arm, you heard the library doors open and two people arguing. You already knew it was Nobora and Yuji. And if Nobora and Yuji were there then Megumi must be tagging along to. You kept climbing but a little faster so you could greet your friends back from their mission, however when you got to the top step you heard Nobora.

"JUST TELL HER YOU DAMNED IDIOT OR YOU'LL LOSE YOUR CHANCE!"

You looked down the ladder and saw the three (as predicted) walking toward the ladder when Nobora kicked Yujis back sending him forward right into the ladder you were on. With his instincts he grabbed a side of the ladder which only made him land on his back.

You let out a panicked gasp as you felt yourself lose your footing and fall off the ladder.

Nobora and Megumi watched in shock as the suddenly saw you fall off the ladder and crash...right into Yuji. Thank goodness for Yujis reflex skills because he managed to catch you. Catch being you landing the back of your head into his chest.

"YOU IDIOT" Nobora yelled

"YOU COULD HAVE KILLED MY PRECIOUS Y/N"

"ME KILL HER? YOUR THE WITCH THAT PUSHED ME!" He yelled in retaliation you slowly sat up in-between his legs.

"Are you okay?" Yuji sat up to crossing his legs almost trapping you between him.

"Yeah I'll be alright" you mumbled but before you could rub the back of your pounding head you felt yujis hand on it.

"I'm sorry, I'll be more careful next time, really I didn't mean to hurt you"

"I know, it's okay Yuji I know you wouldn't purposely hurt me."

A blush spreads across his face and your body warms against his.

You look around trying to avert his gaze before realising that you didn't have the book any more.

"Huh? where did my book go..." your eyes wander to Megumi who's rubbing the top of his head with one hand and holding your book with the other.

"Here" He mumbled in pain.

THANK YOU FOR READING THIS ♡♡

AUTHOURS NOTE: yeah I'm not entirely happy with the Yuta part but maybe I'll re write it if you guys want. Also if you want a part 2 with other characters let me know because I was going to add Megumi but didn't.

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venusbby · 1 year

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i just feel like being itoshi rin's bestfriend is a whole new experience.

there is something about being rin's closest person that brings you a feeling of warmth and pride altogether. knowing each other for years, you were aware that the mighty itoshi rin was selective when it came to people he wanted to spend time with. sure, he had many friends, he was a professional player after all- but even he can't help but admit that nobody could compare with you.

maybe it's because to him, you aren't really a friend at all.

you're much more.

and he definitely does not want to admit that. so he does not.

you, on the other hand, have a hard time trying to figure it all out. one part of you thought in a more simple way.

he's just closer with me because we've known each other for so long, that's all it is.

and then there's the other part of you that is greedy and aching and yearning to get some sort of sign that he's interested.

you're not expecting much. this is itoshi rin we're talking about. he just doesn't do any of that stuff. it's crazy that you're even thinking about the topic of dating when all these years you haven't heard a single word from him about having a simple crush on someone. but again, this is itoshi rin. he doesn't say the things he doesn't want to say. he doesn't show the feelings that he doesn't want to show.

you scolded yourself every year for not getting over your little crush on your bestfriend. unfortunately for you, it went on increasing until your heart was overflowing with care and adoration for a guy who seemed absolutely clueless about romance and the wildly trending best friends to lovers trope in almost every recent book or movie.

in your case, the best friends to lovers trope feels a little less sad because rin never really showed any interest in other people.

oh, little did you know. but you're still glad that the person writing your story didn't pour the cup full of jealousy into your life.

it's almost comical how stupid the both of you are.

a hopeless romantic and her hopelessly unaware bestfriend.

the stupidity goes for a few more months. sneaky glances, touches that feel like a spark, those short words of affection that rin manages when you're at the lowest and oh, the birthday.

the stupidity finally stops at rin's birthday.

ten minutes left to 12 AM. you were trying to drive as slowly and as patiently as you could to rin's apartment. arriving early would just ruin the surprise. you needed to get out of the car when there were just 8 minutes left, so that by the time you reached the high floor of the apartment complex it would leave you with 5 minutes to prepare yourself and the box of cake in your sweaty hands, waiting outside his door. then you would enter when there's just a minute left.

only rin deserved this type of difficult and serious planning.

you felt the pride for being able to think so much and felt extremely smart for calculating this plan accurately. however, the feelings were quick to drain out and be replaced by nervousness.

he wouldn't be mad, no. you just didn't want to make him feel awkward.

rin never really made a big deal about his birthdays. that never stopped him from letting his teammates and friends from blue lock enjoy the day, though. every year, he booked some place they could spend time, eat, drink, party, whatever. he didn't care much, just watched bachira and isagi wreck havoc. as long as he had you sitting next to him, laughing at his friends' antics, he was okay. he also liked seeing you happy. his chest bloomed with some unfamiliar feeling every time you said that you were happy because he was happy.

one minute left.

you quietly entered with the spare key rin had given you.

for emergencies.

somehow birthdays counted, right?

the lights were off, and you felt a little dumb. it would be really embarrassing if rin wasn't even home. maybe even more embarrassing if rin didn't expect you to come at all and told you to go back home or something.

from the living room, you could still see rays of faint warm light making its way into the hallways, escaping through the doorway of his bedroom. judging by the low sound effects, you guessed he was watching another movie or tv show.

one thing your dumbass forgot to plan. how the heck were you supposed to call him into the living room without scaring him?

fuck it, you thought.

"rin, im home, come out here please." you tried, trying your best to sound as less alerting as you could, hoping you didn't scare the guy. from the way the sound of the movie quickly stopped after your voice, you grimaced.

quick, heavy footsteps followed as itoshi rin entered his living room. his expression was a mix between a scowl and a frown- a face only he could make. you paused before you could even try to explain.

paired with the handsome, annoyed face was the absence of a shirt.

what were you going to say again?

well, it didn't matter. rin spoke before you could even adjust to the unfamiiar view.

"what the fuck."

"uh, look-" you managed.

"no, what the actual fuck."

you pursed your lips in an attempt to put your mind to work, to come up with something- anything. those teal eyes felt vibrant even in the darkness of the living room with just more of the golden light from his room passing through- because of the bedroom door now being opened all the way. you shifted from one foot to another. he continued to stare, his eyes slowly travelling down to the cake you were holding.

"happy birthday."

itoshi rin, your bestfriend, exhaled.

two strides and he was standing right in front of you, expression unreadable, and maybe you were hallucinating, because in the slight darkness you thought you saw him smile.

"y/n, you're insane." he breathed out, running a hand through his dark, disheveled hair. rin's face felt a little warm when he realized how he looked in this situation. this is by far the most out of pocket thing you've done, in his opinion.

for you though, this reaction was somewhat better than what you'd expected. you bit your lip to hold back a smile and set the box down on the neatly kept coffee table next to you. "i might be."

it was already three minutes past twelve. but you didn't care anymore.

while you carefully removed the cake out and placed it on the table, rin turned the lights on, still not recovered from your sudden appearance.

"shit," you realized when the brightness of the light hit your eyesight, "i forgot the fucking candles in the car. sorry."

now as unbelievable as it sounds, it was rin's turn to hold back a smile as he muttered quietly, "stupid."

it was even harder to focus on the cake without candles in front of you, when itoshi rin was sitting next to you on the couch, shirtless.

silence filled the room, and none of you made a move.

why would you do anything anyway? wasn't it rin's job to cut the cake?

apparently, you seemed more interesting than the cake, because rin was staring at you instead. you stuttered underneath his gaze. "what, you want me to sing the song for you?"

he huffed, attempting to fix his hair so he could stop thinking about your sleepy eyes. god damn it. he didn't know how to deal with this, with the erratic beating of his heart.

"thanks. for this."

itoshi rin was malfunctioning. and you were the cause for that.

to that, you managed a genuine smile. it was nice to hear.

"it's nothing. i did it because i care." you said quietly, fiddling with your fingers, eyes focused on the cake. you don't think you can handle looking at him. it might tempt you to pour out all your feelings. you could save them for another day, just not his birthday.

the mess of your hair kept together by a hairband, your heavy eyelids and the nervous fumbling of your fingers, rin knew you meant more. you wouldn't do so much for him despite being so tired if you just cared. there was only one option he had, to show you how thankful he was.

you're out of your short anxious trance when his bare, strong arms slowly but confidently pulled you into him.

the shock doesn't last for long and you find yourself melting in his embrace, face resting against his shoulder as your arms made their way to his back, to hold him tighter.

the cake must be satisfied with this outcome as well because it doesn't complain as you both stay in the same position for quite a few minutes.

rin felt your breath against his collarbone and sighed.

"stay the night. i can tell you're tired."

you don't deny it, but still whisper, "let's eat the cake first."

he finally let out a soft chuckle, feeling relieved that you couldn't see him as he mumbled something along the lines of "that's why i love you."

wait.

did he say love?

#itoshi rin #rin itoshi #itoshi brothers #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock fluff #blue lock headcanons #blue lock manga #rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi x you #rin itoshi x y/n #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin x you #itoshi rin x y/n

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stvrni0lo · 11 months

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𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧

chris sturniolo x reader (fluff)

summary: as you and chris hang out more and more, feelings begin to develop - and chris questions his fear of commitment

warnings/notes: kissing? but that’s about it!

requested?: yes! number 3 “hangouts that start to feel more like dates” from my actions prompt list

a/n: this is sort of long, sorry. do you guys prefer the longer format or should i try to shorten my work down?

> > >

You and Chris had begun to hang out more and more recently. Separate from group hangouts, and separate from Nick and Matt.

Before, you would usually hang out with at least one other person - but slowly, and gradually, you guys began to have one-on-ones instead.

It was a seamless transition. One that you two hardly even noticed until Matt mentioned it one day.

“What’s up with you and Chris?” he had asked.

You ignored his question but it echoed through your brain days and days after. What was up with you and Chris?

Now you were getting ready to go to dinner. With Chris.

He had called you half an hour before, stating that he was bringing you out for food. When you asked whether his brothers were coming, he almost seemed shocked.

“No. Why would I be bringing Nick and Matt? It’s just us.”

And he left it at that.

You put on a casual outfit, as you weren’t expecting it to be anything big. I mean, you guys were just two friends going out to eat - nothing major, right?

Yet even though you knew it wasn’t a date, you were growing increasingly nervous.

The two of you had never crossed the boundary between friends and dating - but the countless movie nights you had together at your house, your sleepovers, and walks around the neighborhood started to feel more and more couple-y as time went by.

You just put your finished touches to your outfit when you heard your front door unlock. Chris had been given a spare key to your house upon the millionth time that he stayed over. It was just easier that way since you two spent so much time together.

“I’m in here!” you shouted as you picked up your keys and bag.

Chris knocked on your door before entering, hands in his pockets as he waited for you.

You gave him a smile, admiring his outfit. He looked good, and as the thought crossed your head you were surprised. It’s not that you’ve never appreciated his looks before, but the butterflies you felt when he looked at you confused you.

‘Just friends,’ you thought to yourself for what felt like the hundredth time this month.

“Gimme a sec, I can’t find my wallet,” you muttered as you dug through your bag.

Chris raised an eyebrow at you, tilting his head.

“No need. I’m paying,” he said.

Your head shot up to look at him. Sure he had paid for you before, but never for dinner. Sometimes he let you pay when you insisted, and he never let down an offer if you urged to bring your money.

Taking your shocked silence as an answer, he walked up to you. Zipping your bag up and taking it in his hand, he grabbed your other hand and pulled you towards your front door.

“What’s this all about, anyway?” you asked, tying your shoelaces.

“I can’t take my friend out on a date?” he joked, but there was a hint of sincerity in his eyes.

You looked away, trying not to blush like an idiot.

He always found a way to mess with you, so you didn’t think much of his response.

Getting your car keys ready, you walked out of the house, Chris locking the door behind you. Looking up you could see the minivan parked outside. This was getting weird - Chris never drove you anywhere.

“What’s with the car?” you asked suspiciously.

Taking your keys from your hand and throwing it into your bag that he was still holding, he responded.

“What kind of date would I be if I made you drive.”

He said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Taking your hand again, he walked you to the car. This time, your heart fluttered. The hold on your hand was gentle - almost as if he was testing the waters.

A casual hand hold was new to you. Chris had only ever done it to drag you out of bed, or the house. Never just to walk together.

He opened the door for you, pulled out your chair at the diner, and as promised, paid for the bill. You were beyond bewildered. You now were questioning whether or not him calling this a date was a joke.

The drive home was silent, only the faint buzz of the radio could be heard in the background.

From the side of your eye, you could see Chris’ head turn towards you. You look to him and smile. He returned a bashful smile before focusing his attention back to the road.

Parking in your front yard, he walked to your side of the door to open it once more. He offered you his hand, helping you climb out of the car.

You needed to have a talk with him. Like - immediately.

Entering the house, you both took your shoes off, ready to end the night with a movie. It was like a ritual - you came home and got comfy on the couch to watch some silly thing that Chris had saved for you both on his Netflix account.

Before you let Chris walk deeper into your home, you grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards you.

“Hey,” you said, gaining his attention, “About today…”

“What about it?” his brows furrowed, wondering what you meant.

“I just- I wanna be on the same page.” you said nervously.

“About?”

“Us.”

You anticipated a response. Honestly you just wanted him to say something. Anything.

He took a cautious step towards you, looking you square in the eyes. He had this sudden air of confidence about him - like he was 100% sure of what he was about to say.

“It’s not like it was really our first date - it’s just the only one that we acknowledged was a date,” he said nonchalantly. Again, acting as if it was such a plain fact.

You agreed of course. There was no beating around the bush. You guys had been practically going on dates for weeks.

“I couldn’t tell if you were being serious.”

You felt slightly stupid and small. Insecure was the last thing you wanted to come across as, but you couldn’t help it.

“Of course I was - I am,” he said, taking your hands in his. “I thought we might as well go on a proper one, y’know?”

You smiled at him. He was such an idiot sometimes, but you loved it. If he had just told you beforehand you could’ve avoided all this confusion.

“And I’m serious about this. About you,” he said.

You knew Chris wasn’t good with commitment, so him being so open melted your heart.

“Okay. We can take it slow then,” you said.

“I think we’ve been taking it slow enough,” he laughed.

You laughed along with him. He was right. All the times you two tiptoed around the conversation of what you two really were. Ignoring his brother’s questions about your relationship. It was finally time to come to terms with what was happening between you.

“Well if you say so. I do think it’s customary for a man to kiss their date once they’re at the door,” you said.

With a smirk on his face, and a blush creeping up his neck, he leaned down to meet your lips.

He gently pushed you into the wall, pressing his bodyweight against you. The kiss started slow but quickly spiraled into a passionate, long-awaited release of emotions.

All the pent up tension from the past few weeks was exchanged into the kiss. The desperation evident in the way that his hands roamed across your frame, snaking around your back to arch you into him.

He let out a soft sigh, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

His hair tickled your face, and as you pulled back you tucked it behind his ear.

You let out a breathy laugh, feeling relieved.

As you two stood there with Chris’ grip tight on your waist, and your hands wrapped around his neck, you struggled to catch your breath.

“So much for taking it slow,” he joked, nudging his nose with yours.

You rolled your eyes playfully. As if he wasn’t about to kiss you anyway. Watching as he leaned his head down, you heard his voice pierce through the silence.

“Let’s go watch that movie, hm?” he whispered against your ear.

He once again took your hand, interlocking your fingers and pulling you towards the living room.

The rest of the evening was spent snuggled together on the couch. Never in your wildest dreams did you expect this to come out of your one-on-one hangouts - but you were thrilled with the outcome.

It’s safe to say that your “first date” went well.

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #matthew sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets x reader

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joelswritingmistress · 5 months

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You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 16

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Warning: Brief mention of S.A.

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

Five-thirty in the morning. Monday. It had been the day I had been dreading since I’d been whisked away to Dr. Miller’s castle of mystery on Thursday evening. The crushing weight of my feelings overpowered the unanswered questions and the part I tried to ignore - the red flags. I was completely seduced by everything my professor had to offer, from his body to his perplexing home, to the way he looked at me and all of the secrecy involved. Magnetic was the only adjective I had in my mind that could accurately describe how things felt.

When my alarm sounded off, waking both of us, Dr. Miller turned it off and cuddled me close for another extra second or two, holding me from behind.

“I’m going to make you breakfast,” he explained, kissing the top of my shoulder. “Go take a shower.”

I turned to face him and our noses touched as I spoke. “Okay.”

Dr. Miller kissed me and my hand naturally moved to his face. Why did this day have to come? Would I ever get the chance to come back here? Were his words in the heat of our passionate weekend truthful, or just said in the moment?

“I’ll drop you off at work.”

It suddenly dawned on me that I had left my car on campus all weekend. Before I could say anything about it, Dr. Miller spoke, again, like he could read my thoughts.

“I had your car towed to your house,” he informed me. “It’s paid for. I just didn’t want anything to happen to it all weekend unattended.”

I opened my mouth to speak but then stopped.

“I hope that’s okay,” he added. “If there’s anything wrong with your car I’ll personally-”

“No,” I shook my head to let him know I wasn’t displeased. “Thank you.” I couldn't believe I hadn't even given a single thought to my car. And I couldn't even wrap my head around Dr. Miller having it towed to my house.

“I’ll pick you up from work, too,” Dr. Miller offered, and then added, “If you’d like.”

I smiled at him now, beginning to truly feel that the obsessive, little thoughts that had creeped into my brain were mutual. Dr. Miller wanted to be around me as much as I wanted to be around him. He was doting on me and making sure I was happy and content. I loved how he took care of my every need.

He pecked my lips and I took his face in both hands now and kissed him hard. Dr. Miller reciprocated, kissing me back with just as much intensity as he moved partially on top of me. After a whirlwind romance from Thursday night through Saturday, Sunday had been far more low key after the odd all-nighter that still left me uneasy during any downtime where I had too much time to think. I was ready to get back to the whirlwind.

Dr. Miller parted his lips from mine with a deep breath. “Save it for later.” He dove back in for another kiss, “You’ll be late for work.”

“So what.” I giggled and he kissed me hard again. “We have ten minutes to spare.”

“Mmm..” he grunted the word and I could tell there was a hint of playful frustration that lingered in his response. Dr. Miller’s hands locked mine down onto the bed and he moved fully on top of me. “You don't play fair.”

“Neither do you.”

I made it to work on time that morning - barely. When he dropped me off near the main entrance of the building I was thankful no one I was close with was around to ask questions.

Dr. Miller left me with a steamy kiss behind the tinted windows of his Mercedes and tapped beneath my chin with his first two fingers.

“I'll be back at three-thirty,” he assured me.

“Okay.” Our lips touched again and he waited until I was inside before driving off.

Things almost felt foreign when I walked in through the doors of the building I had been working in for so long. It wasn't the surroundings. I felt different.

“Feeling better?” One of my coworkers greeted me with a smile as I entered the office.

“A lot better.” I smiled back., “Thanks.”

All day behind my desk I went through the motions, but my mind was elsewhere. Thankfully everything on my plate that day was routine and I didn't have to think too hard about what I was doing.

My mind flashed back to all the highlights of the weekend. If I was being completely honest with myself, it was the best weekend of my life.

But where did he go Saturday night?

I knew, in time, I had to ask. I had to know.

The hours ticked by like molasses in winter. Each time I paid attention to the clock it had only ticked by in small increments.

Am I being toxic? I wondered. Is my current obsession truly unhealthy, or is it normal to feel this way about someone early in the relationship? Am I Dr. Miller’s girlfriend? Am I just some random girl to him? I didn't think the last one was true. I wasn't the most intuitive person out there, but I knew I couldn't be reading this wrong. The man dropped me off at work and offered to pick me up. He could've politely suggested I go home at any point in our long weekend together but he didn't.

I breathed and looked at the clock again, suddenly wondering where I would be sleeping that night. Another wave of excitement and anxiety washed over me at the thought. I truly felt like my brain chemistry was being altered from all the dopamine releases as of late. I wasn't complaining, but I hadn't exactly relaxed or turned my brain off for an extended period of time for well over a week - possibly a little longer.

“Hey (Y/N).” My coworker, Olivia, wheeled her chair across the low, blue carpet.

“Hey.” I smiled. “What's up?”

“You're taking classes down at Woodbridge, right?”

There was the adrenaline shot again. Anything that had to do with Woodbridge or Dr. Miller instantly put me into that hyper alert mode.

“Yeah.” I nodded nonchalantly, masking it all rather easily.

“How crazy is it about those girls who were killed?”

“I know.” I shook my head. “I was in class nearby when they found the first body. There was a whole crowd gathered around and reporters and stuff.”

“Wild.”

“I know.”

“At least they have a suspect in mind.”

“What? They do.” Olivia had my attention now.

“Yeah, it was on the news this morning. The police even raided his house this morning but he wasn't there.”

“Who is he?”

“Some guy named Alec Pryor. Registered sex offender, confessed to some seriously messed up shit in the past.”

I shuddered. “That's so scary.” I cringed. “And he was just lurking on campus.. waiting.. ugh.”

“Yeah apparently he got released back in, like, April.”

“They should never let those guys out.”

“Right!” Olivia nodded. “Sexual assault is the lowest kind of crime you can commit. The absolute worst. They should just kill those guys. Get rid of ‘em.”

“I know.” I scrunched my nose and shook my head. “So, where is he then? Did they pick him up somewhere else?”

My work friend whipped out her cell phone and began typing furiously with her thumbs before staring at the screen. She scrolled for a moment and adjusted her circular glasses before pausing as she read up on something.

“This article says..” Olivia angled her body toward mine. “They have yet to find him.” She made a face that broke the tension and made me crack a faint smile. “But they're on the hunt for him, currently.”

“Yikes.”

“Don't go anywhere alone when you're near that campus,” she advised.

“They'll catch him,” I said, only slightly confident that that was true.

“I hope so.”

“So crazy.” I repeated the name to myself. “Alec Pryor.”

“Looks like a creep.” Olivia turned her phone around and showed me a picture of the scowling, middle-aged man in a former mug shot.

“They should post his face all over the place so people are aware,” I said.

“I think they are.” She scrolled some more, “Oo, this one is calling it a ‘manhunt’.”

“That means he's on the run,” I said and added, mostly to make myself feel more secure. “He's probably hours away by now.”

Olivia shuddered and rolled back to her desk. “Be careful. That's all I'm sayin’. This is exactly why I have two German Shepherds.”

“I don't blame you.” I sighed, welcoming the interaction. It was a perfect distraction. I needed it to get my overdriven hormones somewhat back to neutral.

A little female bonding did just that, helping the work day move along a little faster.

When the day finally neared its end, I caught a glance of the Mercedes out one of the many windows in the office. I smiled to myself and hurried to finish up the last of my work and respond to the last few emails.

The time between three-fifteen and three-thirty felt like hours. As soon as the minute hand aligned vertically with the number six, I grabbed my coat and headed out the doors with a quick farewell to everybody.

I didn’t know if anyone was looking when I hopped into the passenger side of Dr. Miller’s car. I didn’t care. All I cared about was the man sitting behind the wheel.

“Hey, baby.” He flashed a cool smile in my direction as I climbed in and I slammed the door behind me.

“I love it when you call me that.” I leaned over and we shared a smoldering kiss. Again, I was thankful for the tints. I was breathless when our lips parted and settled beside him in the vehicle. Dr. Miller rested a hand on my knee as he put the car in drive and cruised out of the parking lot.

“Why don’t you let me drive you home,” he said.

I swallowed hard when he didn’t say anything more. Home? I had to go home and sit there and think of him and what he might be doing? I had to sleep without him? I had to-

“I’ll help you pack some things and then you can..” Dr. Miller shrugged, “Decide how long you want to stay at my place.”

Fuck. I calmed down immediately from the insanely frantic thoughts he caused by the dramatic pause. There was the push and pull of emotions again.

“How long am I welcome for?”

“For as long as you decide.” Dr. Miller glanced over at me as we drove and we both smirked.

“Well, then I better pack heavy.”

Dr. Miller’s grin widened as he stared out at the road. “Suit yourself.’

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flyingwargle · 9 months

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lyney considers himself a decent older brother. he ensures that both his sister and younger brother are cared for, neither of their needs are prioritized over another (with exceptions, of course), and he pays attention to both of them. the last one is relatively easy since they’re both introverts with their own hobbies. all they do is share the same space and atmosphere.

that’s usually the case, but freminet has been spending a suspicious amount of time in his room lately.

ever since they started living altogether, they’ve made one boundary clear: to never enter one another’s private spaces. there are exceptions, as well, such as lyney’s walk-in closet because he loves sharing his hats with his siblings (although none of them have taken up on his offer of having their own custom top hat), and the magic workshop in the basement. their personal bedrooms, however, remain off-limits, until now.

lyney stands in front of the closed door. it’s locked, but it’s child’s play for a magician – three, two, one, and poof! he materializes the master keyring, searching for the correct one to insert into the keyhole.

“i wouldn’t do that, if i were you.”

he doesn’t startle. “curiosity is my greatest sin, my dear sister. unless you can shed some light on what’s being kept on the other side?”

“something that doesn’t concern us.”

“since when did we become a family with secrets?”

silence. he’s either sarcastic or genuine. it depends on the time and place. “he doesn’t work on his toys in the living room anymore,” lynette says slowly.

“indeed. the reason must be related to them, but how? why?” lyney supposes all the marvels that freminet has tinkered with before are kept in his room. he had offered him the spare room in the basement before, but their youngest brother refused, still clinging onto a childhood fear of dark staircases and hallways.

his sister shrugs. “he has his interests.” just like she has a tea collection, and lyney with his hat collection – ever growing, never ending. “it isn’t right for us to interfere.”

“i just want to make sure he’s okay. if he’s up to something harmless, i’ll back down. if it’s something more…” he trails off. his own words hit too close for comfort. “a quick peek wouldn’t hurt, would it?”

he receives neither an answer nor resistance. lynette is still as he inserts the key, hears the lock retract, and turns the knob. the door creaks open when pushed.

it’s dark. the light is blocked behind the drawn curtains. the bed, pushed against the wall, is made with sheets pulled tightly, pillows straight as soldiers at ease. only one half of the room is clean, as if the clutter is reserved for the workbench and closet on the other half.

there is diving gear scattered on the floor, spilling out from the closet drawers. lyney tiptoes around them, summoning a small flame in his palm for illumination. the workbench is similar to his own in the magic workshop, except covered with screwdrivers, nuts and bolts, wrenches, chalk, rulers. a mat rests in the center, where three identical trinkets rest. they’re penguins, the same as pers.

upon closer inspection, he notices each of them are colored to match their corresponding motifs.

“wow.” he’s awed. “so that’s…”

“lyney? lynette?”

he jumps. freminet is at the doorway, eyes on them. lynette recedes into the shadows, guilty by association. lyney extinguishes his flame, along with a nonchalant wave. “ah, freminet! i thought- i thought you were still at the court…”

“i left early.” his brother’s voice is soft, not at all scandalized. he steps closer. “so…you noticed that i was hiding something?”

“ah…well, you know i have to make sure you’re okay. i am your big brother, after all. it looks like all is well, so we’ll get out of your hair!” lyney grabs his sister on his way out, steering her by the shoulders toward the doorway. freminet stops them.

“i’m not upset. you just ruined your own surprise.”

“huh?” lyney grinds to a halt.

“you said that you wanted new props for your magic show. i’m still in the process of designing them, but…” freminet steps toward the workbench, gesturing at the penguins. “they won’t be ready for this week’s show, but maybe…maybe the next one after.”

lyney is silent. he releases lynette, moves back to the workbench. with a glance at freminet for permission, he picks up the crimson penguin. it fits in his hand, which makes it easy to palm. it’s light, durable, with bright eyes and moving flaps. it’s hollow on the inside, so he could hide something in there. it’s obvious that it was designed for a magician, full of possibility and marvel.

“can i help you finish them?”

freminet pauses, hesitant. when he nods, the corners of his lips curve into a smile. “of course.”

“me, too.” lynette joins them in the light, peering over their older brother’s shoulder.

“yes. i’ll tell you what else we need to do.”

one by one, they pick up a penguin, a tool, and get to work, guided by freminet, to improve the outer design and functionality. lyney pushes the curtains aside, breathes in the afternoon air. he glances over his shoulder. “why don’t we take this to the living room? there’s more space there, and it’s brighter.”

it’s back to routine, accompanied by cups of tea and laughter. lyney smiles as they work, chirping back replies and diligently following instructions. his smile never fades.

and he hopes to keep his siblings close for as long as he can.

#genshin impact #text #flyingwargle original #drabble #genshin drabble #fontaine siblings #lyney #lynette #freminet #no spoilers for fontaine!!#i haven't done the quest yet #so i'm still holding on the fantasy that i'm right

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axelsagewrites · 11 months

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Daemon Targaryen*Key

Sugar Baby Series Part 4 non-smut edition (4.5 is the smut and goes before this part but can be skipped without affecting the plot)

Part one - Part two - Part Three - Part 4.5

Pairings: Daemon x f!reader

Summary: Daemon and the reader finally decide to add a new level to their relationship

Warnings: sad Aemond

Word count: 2816

Masterlist Here

you woke up the next day in his king size bed. when you sat up in the silk sheets you looked around the room for the missing Targaryen, clutching the sheets to your chest to cover your naked frame. daemon walked in the room, fixing the cufflinks of his shirt. when he looked up and noticed your gaze he smiled, walking over to the bed to sit on the edge of it, “Morning doll,” he said, kissing your lips softly.

“Morning,” you said, your voice hoarse from last night. the night before had kept you up late into the night. dinner had truly been a success. “Why are you awake?” you yawned when you saw the clock reading seven am.

“Some of us have jobs love,” he chuckled as he finished putting on the cufflinks, “As much as I would love to stay in bed with you all day,” he said, brushing the stray hair out of your face, his hand resting on your cheek, “I’ve got meetings all day today that I can’t miss,”

“Just quit then,” you joked, leaning into his touch.

Daemon chuckled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips, “How would I spoil you then? it’s alright love I won’t be gone forever,” his phone buzzing snaped you both from the moments, “That’s the driver, I need to go doll,” daemon said as he placed a kiss to your forehead before standing up. “Feel free to stay or there’s a spare key in the lock box by the front door. codes 2291 then just keep the spare for yourself,” he said as he shrugged on his suit jacket.

you looked at him curiously, your eyes following his movements, “You’re giving me a key to your place?” you asked.

daemon only glanced as he gathered up his things, “Well it’s not like you would have to rob me love, I’d give you whatever you wanted anyway,” he said before quickly crossing he room, giving you one last kiss, “I’ve really gotta go now love, just lock up behind you, be safe,” he said and then he was gone.

After getting dressed in one of his few casual t shirts and boxers you decided to explore more of the house. you weren’t sure why rich people had multiple living rooms, but daemon had three. that plus his study, dining room, three bedrooms, and four bathrooms made you wonder if this was considered a mansion. not to mention everything could be controlled with an app he had installed on your phone last night.

there was a door to what you assumed was the garage, but it had a code on it, and you were not about to accidentally trip a security system to be nosey. after hanging around the house for a while, even making lunch in his fancy kitchen, you decided to get dressed and do the walk of shame back to your house. however, when you were leaving you noticed an envelope sitting on the table by the front door addressed to you.

Get home safe and please darling, call a car you don’t need a bus – D.T.

you laughed that even after last night he still left his initials. inside the envelope was also the number for a car company as well as a few crisp hundred-dollar bills. when you called the number from his landline the operator who picked up already knew the house by name, yes name this house was apparently above a number and was named Dragonstone. you almost couldn’t believe how lucky you were.

when the car came the driver seemed sceptical of the address you told him but took you none the less. “You sure you’re gonna be alright here miss?” he asked as he pulled up in front of the street. you laughed lightly at the man, reaching over to pass him a hundred, “Its paid for miss,” he tried to tell you.

“Keep it as a tip, I won’t tell,” you joked as you reached to open the car door, “And I actually live here,” you said as you got out the car, ignoring his shocked look.

when you got into your flat you were met with a wolf whistle from Jace and a loud ‘ooo’ from Sara. “Walk of shame, walk of shame,” Sara chanted as you walked over to the couch, flopping down on the couch that now felt like concrete compared to daemons, “I’m so proud,” she said, reaching over to pinch your cheek.

“Shut up,” you laughed, swatting her hand away, “and dude guess what?”

“What?”

“He gave me a key. to his house,” you said, holding the shiny silver key proudly in the air. sara tried to reach for it but you quickly pulled back, “Hey you’ve already got your own Targaryen,” you said as you slipped it back into your purse.

“Velaryon,” Jace tried to correct but the poor boy went unanswered as Sara started asking her usual 50 questions. it ranged from what his house was like to if you could throw a house party there to sneaking her in. In true sara form once she had asked every possible question, she then started to tell you about everything you had missed from the restaurant.

Aemond had started crying in the walk in from his mother’s reaction and refused to leave it till she went home. Rhaenys actually had to come in to tell Alicent and her father to get out because of the whole drama. apparently, she had whispered something to her which instantly made her back off but sara sadly didn’t hear. Aegon managed to convince his little brother to come home with him and no one’s heard from Aemond since.

“I actually feel a bit bad for him,” you said, wondering if you had made a mistake.

“Dude needs to stand up to his mom,” Jace said as he told stories about his cousin, “Like he’s a good dude but he has some number of issues,”

“Didn’t your brother stab him in the eye?” Sara asked.

when you both turned to look at Jace he held his hands in the air in mock defence, “Hey that’s a long story that legally im not allowed to talk about but if hypothetically it may be partially true then hypothetically Luke was six and may have hypothetically been running with scissors and fell but legally I know nothing,”

You both stared at Jace in shock, “Dude your family is a mess,” you said, breaking the silence.

“You’re fucking my uncle you cannot judge,” Jace said and even you had to give him that one, “Just you wait till the gala. shits gonna go down,”

“Oh, yay can I come?” Sara asked, jumping to cling to Jaces arm.

sometimes you wondered how she survived this long. however a realisation dawned over you that every person you have issues with is somehow related to your sugar daddy/boyfriend/you have no clue what he even is really. “I’m gonna die,” you mumbled, head falling into your hands.

“You’ll be fine,” Jace tried to assure you, but it was little comfort, “Just stick with the normal side of the family,”

“THERE IS NO NORMAL SIDE OF YOUR FAMILY,” You yelled at the delusional boy, “Your grandfather married your mum’s childhood friend, your mum married her gay second cousin, your uncles a pervert, your other uncles got more issues that Sara- “

“Hey!”

“Your aunts sweet but I went to school with her, and she put a cockroach on me one time in third grade- “

“It was her friend- “

“Your other uncle is my sugar daddy, and your brother STABBED your uncle Jace,” you said, throwing your hands up in the air, “Someone’s gonna stab me in the eye I can feel it,”

“One time!” Jace protested, “One time a kid accidentally may have stabbed another kid. but that was it. well, I mean one-time; Alicent did do- “he started to say, his eyes trailing off before he suddenly looked back at you, “You’ll be fine,” he tried to say but you had never felt less sure of something before, “We hire security now its fine,”

Jace tried to assure you, but you decided the best move was to pretend it didn’t exist and start on your next problem, getting a job. You were sat on the sofa drinking beer and apply for 100 different jobs when Sara got back from work after what sounded like a particularly rough night. “Why do you even need a job? you have a daemon,” she said, sighing as she finally sat down after pacing the kitchen while she ranted bout her shift.

“Because all it would take is one bad night and bam, im fired,” you said as you drank a beer that unlike before cost more than 3 bucks.

sara rolled her eyes before downing half her own drink. “Daemon wouldn’t do that to you,” she said.

“Okay but what if?” you said shaking your head at her, “Besides I’d get bored doing nothing,”

“Oh no sitting around richy boy’s mansion is so hard,” Sara faked cried as she grabbed the laptop out of your hands to see what jobs you’d applied for, “Omg what’s the point in quitting to go work in the Highgarden’s instead? hospitality sucks get out of its girl,”

“kinda hard without a degree,” you said snatching it back, “Why is life so hard?” you whined, closing the laptop daemon had bought you and tossing it aside.

your job searched continued over the next few days with little success. it was a week later you found yourself staying over at daemons again, curled up against his bare chest in bed. “You good doll?” Daemon asked, snapping you back to reality.

“Yeah,” you said as you absentmindedly drew shapes onto his chest, “Just thinking,”

“What about?” Daemon asked as he held his hand over yours to stop your doodling. you rested your chin on his chest, looking up at him as he gazed back at you. “You seem stressed,”

you sighed, sitting up slightly as you spoke, “Just been trying to find a better job but anything I like wants a degree or four years’ experience or something else dumb and I just really don’t wanna go back to being a waitress,” you said.

Daemon sat up and pulled your legs to sit across his lap, his hand moving to stroke your cheek, “You know you don’t have to go back to work doll. you could just stay with me,” he said, kissing your cheek, his nose nuzzling your skin.

“I appreciate that baby but I still wanna be my own person. it’s one thing you buying me clothes and giving me money and stuff but I don’t wanna sit around waiting on you getting back home all the time,” you sighed, moving your head to rest on his shoulders.

Daemon let his head rest on top of yours, his hand rubbing soft circles onto your thigh. “Well, we can get you a job love. just tell me what you wanna do?” he said softly before joking, “I could always do with a sexy secretary,”

you laughed, shoving at his chest before giving him a quick kiss, “As…appealing as that is I don’t think that’s the best idea,”

“Okay fine fine,” Daemon chuckled before silence fell over you both. after a few moments of thinking Daemon perked up again, “You have that TikTok don’t you?” he asked.

“Yes, I have the TikTok,” you laughed at him. he may be cute and look young but sometimes he acted like such an old man.

daemon rolled his eyes at you before continuing, “Well you could work on our social media team? they had a meeting the other day about expanding our presence, whatever that means,” Daemon said, shaking his head.

the idea seemed good, but you were a bit sceptical, “Wouldn’t that make me like a nepo baby?”

“You’re already a sugar baby,” Daemon joked but you just slapped his chest in protest, “Hey! why do you deserve this any less than the next guy? or girl I suppose but still,” he said, taking your hands into his, holding them softly, stroking his thumb over your hand. “Besides we’re a bunch of oldies, we barely know how it works,”

you laughed at his words and took a moment to consider the idea, “Wouldn’t me working for you be weird?”

“Technically you’d be in PR so that’s Coryls’s area. im in finances,”

“what is it you even do?” you asked, tilting your head up to look at him. daemon just patted your head telling you not to worry about it and you took the hint to drop it. after a little bit more convincing you agreed to set up an interview with Coryls’s who a pretty chill guy was actually. it was a part time position currently but with what they were offering it was still more than the restaurant had paid. you did notice a picture of his wife on his desk, aka your ex-boss but you kept your fingers crossed that he wouldn’t put two and two together.

the job had actually been going pretty well and you spent more time at Daemons than you did at your own house. everything was going perfect for once in your life. you decided to get drinks one night with Sara, Jace, and Cregan to celebrate your newfound success, daemon was wrapped up in meetings that night, so headed to your favourite bar, The Wall.

however, when you went up to get another round you saw a familiar face siting at the bar. “Aemond?” you asked causing the blonde to spin round. his eyes were heavy and the whiskey in his hand was clearly not the first. “Hey,” you said awkwardly, fidgeting with your hands in the awkward silence.

“Hi,” he said finally, his eyes glancing for an escape but not finding one, “Um how you been?”

“I’ve been fine- “you started to say before stopping, “Dude I’m sorry about- “

“Don’t be,” Aemond cut you off with a slight but depressing laugh, “I was a massive asshole. I don’t know how you put up with me,”

“Its alright man, stuff happens,” you said, moving to sit beside him, “But are you okay?”

Aemond took a second before nodding, “I think so. I don’t know things have just been weird recently. I’ve took off from work for now, but I don’t think I’ll be going back. probably just gonna focus on school,”

“That’s fair,” you said, another awkward silence falling over you both.

Aemond finished his drink before turning to face you, “I miss when we were friends,” he said, his eyes glazed over, “I just got so focused on the wrong things and I just miss it,”

“I miss it too,” you said honestly, “It’s been weird without our resident emo,” you said and for the first time in months Aemond laughed. “I’m here with Sara and the gang if you wanna come sit?”

Aemond paused for a moment, “I don’t think they’ll wanna see me,”

“You never know till you try,” you said, resting a hand on his shoulder, “We’ve all done shit things Aemond. come have a drink with us,” you said as you got off your stool and flagged down the bar tender. you gave him your order, telling him to add one of whatever Aemond’s having. when he loaded up the tray for you, you turned to Aemond who’d been sat quietly pondering your invitation, “Coming?” you asked.

without a word Aemond stood from his chair and followed you to the table. “What took so long?” Sara piped up as soon as she saw you then her eyes went wide, “Oh Aemond hi,” she said quietly.

Aemond’s gaze dropped to the floor, “I think im just gonna go,”

“Sit,” Jace said suddenly, standing up from his chair. Aemond looked up, eyes wide, “We’ve always got room for you Aem,” Jace said as he pulled out a chair for his uncle to sit down.

Aemond nodded silently, taking his seat and drink, “So,” Aemond said trying to break the awkward silence, “What’s been happening?”

Sara sniggered and you had to elbow her side. Aemond shot a confused look, even more so when Jace put a hand on Aemond’s shoulder, “You know Uncle Daemon?” Jace asked and Aemond nodded. your face dropped into your hands, your skin burning red as Jace spoke, “Well uh she’s his-what do you call it?” Jace asked.

they must be a delicate way to explain this, you thought. a way to make it sound less immoral or embarrassing or creepy. Jace was a good guy, he’d find a classy way to say it. unfortunately for you Cregan was four tequilas deep on an empty stomach and northern, “She’s fucking your uncle for money bro,”

Part Five - Finale Part

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keenzinemugstudent · 1 year

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Clark Kent x black thicc fem reader! Clark accidently walks on you changing and he stays to watch you.

⚠️Warning a bit of soft NSFW so if you a minor respectfully get tf out please⚠️

Clark was outside your apartment holding flower's repeating his apology in his head over and over again so he wouldn't mess up. He was supposed to take you out to the movies but he was busy which she understood completely until you showed up at his apartment only to see him and Lois in a lip lock. You'd been avoiding him since than, he tried to apologize countless times but she just said that it was fine and just ignore him whenever she had the chance. So here he was in front of your door holding your favorite flowers and snacks in hand to make up for the movie night.

"Okay Clark you can do this just knock on the door and hopefully she'll accept the apology." He took a deep breath in and knocked twice

"Y/n? It's me you home?" There was no answer he looked under her plant where there was a spare key that she gave him he was surprised it was still there seeing as how mad she's been at him he thought she'd threw it away. He unlocked the door stepping into the apartment it was clean and he could smell fresh made coffee and cookies. He set the flowers in chocolate down on the sofa trying to see if it could find you anywhere in the room that's when he heard your panicked voice coming from the bedroom.

"Oh my god!" He rushed over to see if you were okay he stopped and what he saw made me question his life.

"Diana I can't believe you got me this!" You said spinning around in front of the mirror wearing nothing but a black laced lingerie (🔝picture at the top🔝) which fit your body perfectly Clark hide behind the door feeling his face going warm this was a big surprise for him he was so used to seeing you in baggy clothes this was new.

"Think of it as an early birthday gift." He could hear Diana's voice over the phone. Your birthday was only in a couple of days but Diana away on business and wouldn't be back on time. Y/n squeals posing in front of the huge mirror. Clark just keep watching, feelings his breath go shallow and even unloosed his tie feeling like it was choking him which was impossible of course but still! Seeing his long time friend dressed in nothing but lingerie made it heard to breath. Of course he always thought you were a beautiful young woman but this was different from what he usually saw you wear. It bothered him but not in a bad way but lord have mercy he didn't know you had THAT kind of body! And the thoughts he was having about you wasn't helping!

"I'm surprised you were even able find any in my size Diana." You sat on the bed stretching your hands above your head to pop your back causing your breast to bounce a bit. Clark clenched his fist already feeling his pants tighten he watched you cross your smooth legs and as you reached a hand up to move a bit of braided hair from your face you weren't wearing makeup not that you needed it because he always thought you were beautiful.

"Well I had a bit of help from Bruce." Diana says teasing.

That bastard! Clark had a glare on his face from hearing that and seeing the blush on your face wasn't making it any better.

"Well uh tell him I said thanks I guess?"

"Haha I was just joking little one. I bet if I said it was a gift from Clark you'd be fine with it." Your blush got bigger which surprised Clark a lot.

"Speaking of Clark...I wonder if I should call him or not? I mean I've been avoiding him the whole week and I'm starting to feel bad about it Diana." The sad tone in your voice caused Clark to frown.

"Maybe send him a text?"

"And say what? 'Hey Clark sorry I've been avoiding you but hey I'm jealous that your girlfriend gets to kiss your delicious lips and not me!' Yeah that'll fix everything!" You yelled out falling backwards on the bed He let out a small chuckle, you thought his lips were delicious?

You got up from the bed and Clark watched your backside which made him let out a low groan in the back of his throat. Fuck he shouldn't be here. He needed to leave but his feet wouldn't move, all he could do was watch you go pick up a bag and pull up another set of lingerie this time it was red.

"Maybe if I'm lucky someone will get to see me wearing these." You blush at the idea with a shy smile, Clark leaned on the door way which caused the door to slightly open wide.

"Maybe that lucky someone will be the man of steel of himself. It would definitely surprise him."

Oh Diana didn't know how right she was, it definitely surprised the man of steel. Both women said goodnight to each other hanging up on both sides.

"Oh! That's right I have coffee and cookies downstairs a perfect time for a snack!" Before Clark could react you had already turned towards the door and stopped when you saw a familiar face.

"C-clark ?!" He froze he's been caught you stood there looking at him with shock and embarrassment looking around the room trying to find something to cover yourself with which was nothing but two small pillows to cover your chest and front bottom half.

"What are you doing here?!" You yelled at the red in the face reporter who was stuttering out to answer.

"I-i came to apologize, I knocked but you didn't answer."

"So you walked into my apartment?!"

"I used the spare key..." He looked down feeling guilty it was silent between the two you were the one to speak.

"How long...how long have you been standing there?"

"Since you thanked Diana for the gifts." She blushed dropping the pillows causing his eyes to go wide but quickly covered them.

"That's means you heard our whole conversation?!"

"Y-yes but-"

"No! No! No!"

You hid your face in your hands and in this very moment you wished a villain could crash through the apartment but then again you didn't want anyone else to see you in this type of clothing this whole situation was just embarrassing!

"I'm sorry I should leave..." just as he turned to leave your soft spoken voice stopped him on his tracks.

"W-wait!"

He turned to look at you as you let out a deep sigh removing your hands from your still red face walking towards him slowly hips moving as you walk he could only stand and watch as you get closer to him. When close enough you put your small hands on his chest moving up to his neck looking him straight in the eye.

"P-please don't leave... I want you too stay." he wanted to say no...move her away...tell her It was wrong he had to think about his relationship he tried to think about Lois but he could only think about you. You were the first person who found out about his secret and didn't tell anyone. You were there when he wanted to find his parents and supported him the most when his father died. The Zod innovation... being there for his mother when he died. He did love Lois but...

He noticed your lips getting closer to his, he also leaned down wanting a taste of your lips, but stopped himself it was wrong.

"Y/n...we shouldn't.." he said he didn't know if he was talking to you or to himself but you looked down shyly looking at his pants were there was tent.

"I think you want to stay Clark." You got on your toes to kiss his forehead...both his cheeks than the corner of his lips he let out a small sigh feeling your soft lips on his face than started to reach down to his neck he put his hands on your hips feeling how soft they were in his hands. It kept everything inside not to break to not pin you against the wall and have his way with you. He was so surprised because you were such a sweet and shy woman he didn't think he'd see you trying on lingerie and make a move on him, fuck!

"Clark?" He let out a hmm letting her know she had his full attention.

"Do you...do you want me to stop? I don't want to ruin our friendship or your relationship so please stop me from doing something stupid." you say looking up at his blue eyes both hands on his cheek's he starred into your eyes feeling conflicted about this. He could hear both his and your heart beating fast at the same rhythm, both were in sync wanting the same thing, he shook his head.

"I think...i think I should leave." When saying these words your face fell. He sighs gently kissing her hands.

"Your so beautiful Y/n...i want to so badly take you right here but God I-i can't it wouldn't be fair to you or to Lois..."

You have a nod looking down at the floor he saw a tear fall which made him feel even worse. He forced himself away from your body but that's when he felt his phone vibrate pulling it out, it was a message from Lois, she cancelled having dinner with him saying she was going out of town for a report which was gonna be a while month one she didn't bother telling him anything about! He clenched his phone almost breaking it that's when he heard your voice.

"Clark? Are you okay?" He removed his attention from the phone and back to you you had a cover over your figure and was giving him a worried look even after making her upset she still wanted to know if he was okay. The woman who's always been there for him and has admitted to having feelings for him for quite a while of time maybe his relationship with Lois was just a some part of him wanting to feel human or maybe as thank you he wasn't sure but he knew that he didn't want to leave you he wanted to stay here.

"......I've changed my mind." He watched as her beautiful eyes went wide and a cute blush form on her cheeks.

he took off his glasses setting them on the desk on his left side walking forward, gently grabbing your face wiping away the tears starting to appear.

"But what about Lois?" You say putting hands on his chest you were unsure about this you didn't like Lois but go you wanted Clark so much now was the perfect chance.

"Let's not think about her...just focus all your attention on me okay?" He says kissing her forehead, nose, cheeks than finally her lips causing her to let out a small gasp in shock he could feel her hands on his back grabbing on his shirt.

"W-wait Clark I'm... I've never-"

"Shh I know you've never done this before right?" You slowly nod, "well as an apology I'll make you feel amazing tonight I promise." You look at him before whispering an "okay" hands shyly on his belt buckle he gave a small smile than went back too kissing your lips walking into the bedroom closing the door behind them.

He was going to make up for everything that's he's put you through for both their sakes.

He'd have to thank Diana for the lingerie set later

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I can't believe I fucking write....this I cannot believe I fucking write this omg I'm honestly blushing like crazy guys you don't understand how embarrassed I was while making this don't forget to comment I got to go cool down a bit

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jpedrobpascal · 2 years

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Happy Birthday, Eds

You finally saved up enough to get Eddie a fantastic birthday present. Obviously, he has to show you his appreciation.

Eddie Munson x F!Reader smut

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI!), oral sex (F and M receiving), vaginal sex, switch!Eddie, breeding kink if you squint, degradation, thigh riding

Word count: 2.1k

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You smiled as you pulled into the school parking lot, leg bouncing in anticipation. It was Eddie's birthday this weekend, and you had been able to save up enough to get him a gift you were super proud of.

Walking towards the theater where Hellfire was meeting for the night, you could already hear Eddie and Mike arguing about something. As you opened the door, Dustin's head whipped around, smile growing once he saw you.

"Y/N!" he yelled. "Thank god, can you please tell Eddie to stop yelling?"

You chuckled, pulling him into a hug.

"Do you mind coming to help me with something in my car actually?"

:readmore:

"Uh...sure?" he replied, raising an eyebrow at you in confusion.

"Come on," you said, leading him out of the theater. "They won't even notice we're gone."

Once you were in your car, Dustin in the passenger seat, he finally spoke.

"Alright what is this about. I don't need Eddie coming out here and seeing me with you and kicking my ass."

You laughed, ruffling the kid's hair.

"Relax, Dustin. I wanted to show you what I got Eddie for his birthday."

You leaned across to the glove compartment, pulling out the black velvet box.

"HOLY SHIT. Are you proposing to Eddie? That's SO you guys, going all unconventional and-"

"Dustin," you cut him off. "I'm not proposing. Look."

You opened the ring box, watching as Dustin's jaw dropped.

"Ho. Ly. Shit."

It was a new ring, stainless steel like the rest of his.

"How did you even get this?" Dustin asked, taking the ring out and turning it over in his hand.

"Saved up a ton from the bar, drove out to a guy in Indianapolis, had it custom made." You couldn't help but smile, watching the twinkle in Dustin's eyes.

"He's gonna love it".

You walked back into the theater, Eddie and Mike still arguing over whatever-the-fuck. Dustin groaned, walking over to find his seat.

Eddie looked up, just now noticing your presence it seemed.

"Hi sweatheart," he grinned, standing and sauntering across the room to you.

"Hi baby," you smiled, linking your arms behind his neck as he pulled you towards him by your waist.

"Missed you," he muttered into your ear, leaving kisses down your neck.

"Eddie it's been like a day," you chuckled, pushing him off to spare the younger members from watching their DM get handsy in front of them.

"But I always miss you when you're gone," he whined, taking your face in his hands. He pulled you in and kissed you sloppily, causing you to pull back, laughing as you wiped your mouth.

"You're ridiculous Munson," you said, a blush creeping up on your face.

"We're still good for the weekend, yeah?" he asked, throwing his arm around your shoulder as he walked you both back towards the table.

"Yup. You, me, and my shoebox of an apartment," you smiled up at him. A smirk spread across his face.

"Can't wait."

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A few hours later you were at your apartment, unlocking your front door.

Or, you were trying to, at least.

Eddie had himself wrapped around you from behind, giving shallow rolls of his hips, causing your hands to falter with your keys as you felt his dick rubbing against your ass.

"Eddie," you hissed at him, dropping your keys for the third time.

"I want you," he breathed into your neck, sucking a hickey onto a clearly visible spot of your shoulder.

"Fuck," you groaned, finally turning the doorknob. You grabbed the keys from the lock as you both fell into the apartment, turning around and pushing Eddie back against the front door. His hands traveled under your shirt, hands grabbing onto your hips as you locked the door over his shoulder.

"Wait, Eddie, shit, hold on," you said, untangling yourself from his arms.

"What's wrong?" he asked, immediately pulling back, looking at you with concern in his eyes.

"I forgot something in the car, I'll be right back!" you called over your shoulder, already running out to the car. You smiled, reaching into your glove compartment and stashing the ring box in your back pocket. You walked back inside, watching as Eddie spread himself out on your couch.

"Alright. Close your eyes."

He looked up at you and you noticed the slight twitch of his dick in his jeans

"It's not sexual, horn dog. It's your birthday present."

"You...you got me a present?" he asked quietly, sitting up straight. You smiled softly at him.

"Of course I did, Eds. Now close 'em."

He smiled, closing his eyes and holding out his hands. You decided to take the ring from the box and placed it in his hand, hoping to avoid having the same confusion that Henderson had earlier.

"Open."

You had sat down on the coffee table in front of him, smile wide with anxiety. His eyes opened curiously, pulling the ring closer to observe it.

"Holy shit."

You had the ring customized to have a d20 on it, with the 20 face side up.

"Do you like it?" You asked, watching as he repeatedly turned it over and over in his hands.

"Do I love it?!" he finally spoke, looking at you with wild eyes. "Baby this is...this is the nicest thing anyone has ever given me".

You watched as he slipped the ring on an empty finger, your legs squeezing together involuntarily. You'd be lying if you said this gift didn't benefit you in some way. He knew how much you loved his fingers, and just watching him fidget with his rings would turn you on.

"Happy birthday Eds," you smiled, looking up at him.

"Come here," he whispered, patting his thigh. You scrambled over to the couch, straddling one of his thighs, biting back a moan as you felt the added pressure on your clit.

"Why'd you get this for me, baby?" Eddie had his hands on both your hips, grinding your body down against his thigh.

"Eddie..."

"Answer me," he said, squeezing your thighs with his hands. "Was it so you have something new to look at when I fuck you with my fingers? Hm? You wanna suck on my fingers baby?"

You nodded furiously, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue.

Eddie smirked. "Good girl." He pushed two of his fingers to the back of your throat. Your lips immediately closed around them, sucking while your tongue moved between them. Eddie groaned, lifting his thigh against your center as you ground down against him.

"Take these off baby," he said, unbuttoning your jeans. You stood quickly, taking off your jeans and climbing back onto Eddie's thigh. Two of his fingers ran against the front of your underwear, a moan leaving him as he felt how wet you were.

"Fuck, babe, you soaked through these." His hands were back on your hips, moving you against his thigh. You groaned above him, biting down on your lip.

"Eddie please..."

"Please what?" He smirked.

"Want your cock baby please," you whined, feeling yourself leaving a wet spot on his jeans.

"Oh sweetheart, it's my birthday. We have a long way to go before you get my cock." He smiled up at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You whined, letting your head fall against his shoulder. You felt his hands fall to your underwear, gripping the side firmly.

"You like this pair?" You could hear the smile in his voice.

"No," you said, voice muffled by his neck. As soon as the word was out of your mouth you heard the ripping of fabric. You shuddered as you felt his denim jeans against your now bare cunt.

"Make yourself cum on my thigh and then we can talk about you getting my cock," Eddie said, bringing an open palm down against your ass. You moaned out, rubbing yourself faster against him.

"Eddie please I - I need more."

Eddie laughed, causing you to clench around nothing.

"You get off like this, or you get nothing else. Got it?" You nodded, leaning your head back down against his shoulder, angling yourself so that your clit was dragging directly against his jeans.

"Fuck Eds," you breathed out, biting down on his neck.

"That's it, baby...make a mess for me..."

You cried out as you felt yourself coming, continuing to grind down against him, dragging your orgasm out.

You were whimpering by the end of it, pulling yourself off of him from overstimulation.

"That's my good girl," he cooed at you, dipping his fingers between your folds. He brought his soaked fingers to his mouth, moaning as he sucked the taste of you off of them.

"You want my cock now baby?" You nodded. "Go to your room. Clothes off."

Your hurried off Eddie's lap, removing your few remaining pieces of clothing just as he walked in behind you. He stripped himself quickly, crashing his lips against yours. You moaned into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue.

"On your knees baby," he said, pulling back as he sat on the edge of your bed. You frowned slightly as you sank to the floor.

"But..."

"You wanted my cock, right?" he asked, pumping himself in front of your face, pre cum leaking from his tip.

You nodded.

"Open up sweetheart."

Your mouth fell open as Eddie grabbed your hair into a ponytail with one hand while the other slipped his cock into your throat.

"Fuck baby...feel so fucking good..."

He was thrusting into your mouth, your nose pressing against his pubic bone. His tight grip on your hair had you moaning around him, and you could feel wetness dripping down your thighs.

He quickly withdrew himself from you, picking you up by your shoulders and tossing you back on the bed. He pried your legs open, mouth immediately attaching to your clit. You moaned loudly, back arching off the bed and hand tugging on his hair.

"You taste like fucking heaven sweetheart. I could die happy down here," he spoke against your cunt. Your cheeks grew red at the loud sloppy noises your wetness caused.

"Eddie..." you whined, sitting up on your elbows to watch him. That's when you noticed his bare cock rutting against your blanket. A smile spread across your face.

"Aw, poor baby...my pussy gets you that turned on that you're fucking against my blanket like some little slut?"

He continued eating you put but his eyes looked up to you, moaning and nodding as he wrapped a hand around his dick.

This was what you loved about Eddie; the two of you could switch control so easily.

"You want your dick inside me?" you asked, watching as his eyes lit up, murmuring affirmations against your pussy.

"Get yourself off just like that. Then you can cum inside me."

He groaned in defiance but you watched as he rolled his hips harder against the end of your bed. He starting to whine, the sound causing your second orgasm to start building.

"Just like that Eddie..gonna squirt all over your face. That what you want?"

You heard Eddie swear, yelling as you watched his hips still, cum spreading across your blanket. He continued licking and sucking your clit, causing you to cum against his face.

Eddie didn't stop as he felt you cum, continuing to eat your pussy, drinking up every drop of you. When he finally pulled back his face was glistening with you, a goofy smile plastered across his face.

"God I fucking love when you do that, baby," he smiled, climing up your body to place kisses against your face. "So goddamn beautiful."

"Shut up," you muttered, tucking your face to hide beneath his hair.

Eddie took your face between your hands, forcing you to look him in the eyes. God, those eyes.

"You are so beautiful, sweetheart. I love my present," he said, lips resting against your forehead.

You peaked behind him at the clock on your bedside table.

12:01.

"Hey Eds?"

"Mmm," he muttered, already wrapped around you like a koala.

"Happy birthday love," you whispered, climbing on top of him, beginning to kiss down his body.

"Baby..."

"Shhh..." you shushed him, pumping his cock with one of your hands. "I believe I was promised you would fuck me if I came for you?"

You smiled down at him. Eddie returned the smile, opened his mouth to respond as you sunk yourself down onto him in his entirety.

"Fuck...just like that..." Eddie grabbed your ass, quickly fucking himself up into you.

"I love you so much Eds," you cried out, already close to release thanks to overstimulation.

"I love you too sweetheart...so fucking much. Oh fuck I'm gonna -"

"Cum in me Eddie, please cum inside me. Want to feel you fill me up."

Eddie came quickly after that, you following behind almost immediately.

He rolled off of you, pulling you on top of his chest. You quickly wrapped your arms around him, already dozing off.

"Happy birthday, Eds."

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jae-bummer · 1 year

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One of Those Days

Request: Felix & Prompt #2

Prompt:

2) “Get in the fucking blanket fort."

Prompt list can be found HERE.

Pairing: Stray Kids Felix x Reader

Genre: Fluff

TW: Swearing

The coffee stains on your shirt weren't nearly as bad as you had convinced yourself. No one at work had made a comment about it, so either they hadn't seen it or they were just being polite.

It was totally fine that you locked yourself out of your apartment without your car keys this morning. The walk to work really wasn't that long and you swiped your key card only 32 minutes after you should of, making it necessary for a security guard to walk you to your desk.

Shredding the wrong file totally wasn't the end of the world either. You had back ups, or at least you thought you did until your computer popped up with the blue screen of death. Maybe the IT guy could salvage it after all?

Pulling at the lobby door of your apartment, when you subconsciously knew good and well it should have been pushed caused you to pause, taking a deep breath. Everything was fine. Some days are just bad and that's how it is. The universe decided to throw your mental health into a dishwasher without the detergent. All of the worst bits still floated around and nothing ending up clean like you hoped it would.

But you were home now...well, you would be as soon as Felix showed up with your spare key. Until then, you could lay in the fetal position next to your welcome mat, nice and safe.

Glancing toward the elevator, you had to chuckle as you noticed the white piece of paper taped to it. "Out of Order."

"Looks like we're walking," you muttered, eying the staircase you loathed after an especially long day. Grabbing tightly to the banister, you decided to take your time. There was no need to rush when you were just going to wait anyway.

Up and up you climbed, pausing once you heard someone rocketing up the stairs behind you. Turning a hopeful eye over your shoulder, you prayed to any of the gods available that it was Felix.

"Excuse me," you heard briskly as an unknown tenant flew past you.

"Hey!" you gasped, colliding with his shoulder as he continued to climb.

"Sorry!" he called back without turning around, not even noticing as you tripped up the stairs.

"It's okay," you said quietly, closing your eyes. "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay...

IT IS NOT OKAY!" you finished with a screech. "I AM NOT OKAY!"

"Y/N?" a familiar voice whispered from the platform above you.

You winced as you looked up, your eyes locked on a familiar face. Heat rose up your neck and steadily moved towards your ears as you remained silent.

"Should, should I-" Felix said quickly before shaking his head to correct himself. "Yes, of course."

He quickly descended the steps toward you, immediately crouching to take your hands in his.

"It's just," you began weakly. "It's just been a r-really hard day."

This caused his brows to furrow, his mouth turning into an upside down "u" shape. "Tell me all about it."

"Can we...can we maybe get up first?" you asked, hearing more tenants filter into the lobby. You didn't want to cause any further spectacles today.

"Oh right, totally!" he gasped before beginning to stand, gently bracing your arms as you stood as well. Without letting you go, he led you up the remaining steps and to your apartment door.

Entering slowly, he eased you into the small mudroom area, only stopping long enough so you could kick off your shoes. Nodding to himself again, he led you to the kitchen and patted one of the bar stools. "Do you need snacks? I brought some! And I just tried out this new recipe-"

Before he finished, you found yourself shaking your head. The tears you were so desperately trying to avoid were dangerously close from falling. Felix seemed to notice too as he reached out to you, pulling your shoulders toward his chest. From the seated position, you could easily nestle into the soft material of his sweater as he wrapped protecting arms around you. "Please let it out," he whispered into your hair. "But also know, that I am a sympathetic crier and am not responsible if I get snot in your hair."

You let out a hiccup that was a mix between a sob and a laugh. "I've already suffered enough today, why not add someone else's bodily fluids into the mix?"

"Hey now," he chuckled. "It's not just anyone's bodily fluids."

"Can we please stop saying bodily fluids?"

"I kind of like it."

"Lix," you grumbled, leaning away from him. You couldn't help the smile that tugged the corners of your mouth as you saw the one spreading across his face.

"I know just what you need," he said, looking more sure of himself than you had ever seen. "Where are your spare sheets?"

"I'm sorry, what?" you asked, quirking a brow.

"Spare sheets, Y/N, this is very important."

"Uh...hall closet?"

He smiled before releasing you and waddling in the direction you had sent him in. "Stay there."

"Okaaay?" you called behind him, completely confused as to what he was doing.

After fifteen minutes of listening to him grumble, swear, and even scream in alarm (It only happened once, but you were convinced he may have almost set something aflame) Felix finally appeared in the kitchen doorway. Looking more than ruffled, he shot you one of his award winning smiles. "It's ready."

"What is ready exactly?" you asked, leaning forward off of your stool.

"Come find out," he grinned, darting away from you and into the living area.

Heaving a sigh, you followed behind, only to be met with a very unexpected sight.

"Tada!' He jumped, extending his hands in the direction of the couch. "Welcome to Hotel Felix! Dinner is served promptly at six and the dress code is business casual. Please make sure to tip your servers and cleaning staff."

You blinking quickly, trying to shake what had to be a hallucination away from your sight. Felix had quickly and efficiently turned the entire living room into a blanket draped tent. Tiny fairy lights (that you had never seen before and were convinced he may have kept on his person) were woven between cushions and could be seen lighting the interior of the "hotel." Candles illuminated the entertainment center and book cases. Scrunching your nose, you couldn't help but smell the slightly singed scent in the air.

"Felix," you said cautiously. "Did you-"

"Make the best "feel better" space of all time? Why yes, yes I did," he smiled.

"Set something on fire?" you finished.

"Only myself, but don't worry, me and my sleeve are relatively unharmed," he nodded.

"Look, Yongbokkie, my sweet, summer child," you sighed, turning to him. You watched with a tinge of guilt as his excited expression turned into one of confusion. "I really just want to take a long shower and then maybe-"

"Y/N?" he whispered, an unfamiliar stony expression overtaking his face.

"Yes?" you asked quietly.

"Get in the fucking blanket fort."

Without making another argument, you quickly dropped to the floor, crawling into the space he had created. A small room draped in sheets and blankets opened up to you and you couldn't help but gasp. Cushions and pillows coated the floor, and his laptop sat in the middle, Netflix already queued up. Scooting toward the left side of the tiny room, you sat and began to take everything in. It was adorable.

"Now was that so hard?" he said, following behind you. You let out a sigh of relief as you saw his normally sunshiny countenance back.

"Felix," you chuckled, shaking your head. "What the fuck?"

"Making blanket forts is one of my most marketable skills." Leaning toward one of the blanket walls, he reached through the slightly parted sheets and pulled out a convenience store bag full of snack foods. "It started when Hannie had an anxiety attack one day and I just wanted...well, I just wanted him to feel safe. The dorms can be so loud and there's so many people everywhere. I wanted to make him his own special place where he could decompress and...well, I got really good at it. Except when candles get involved, obviously."

If you were a cartoon, you would have heart eyes. "You are the most precious human being I have ever met."

"Thanks," he smiled, unwrapping some licorice and pulling out a strand. "Licorice?"

"Wait, I'm not done!" Scooting as close as you could into his side, you leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "Thank you. For all of this. For being you and being here for me. I couldn't possibly ask for more."

"Well, you could," he said, wrapping an arm around you.

"I wouldn't even be able to come up with something more! This is perfect."

"You could ask for a kiss?" he smirked mischeviously. "Or some cuddles? Or to not have me pick what we're going to watch because it's going to be Power Rangers: The Movie again."

"Is that the one with Ivan Ooze?"

"Is there any other worth watching?"

You smiled, eying his lips as he stared lovingly back at you. "How about I just watch you instead?"

"Oh, I'm boring," he hummed. "But a lot less boring when you're kissing me, so you should probably get to it."

You couldn't help but laugh at the cute, little man in front of you. "Okay, okay, I'll kiss you, you nerd."

And you did just that.

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moondustpugh · 15 days

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Written in the Stars

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are a believer in fate but after getting your heart broken, you had stopped believing it. Until you met Joe. Suddenly, it got you questioning if fate is real or not.

Author's Note: Here comes the angst. I'm so sorry for this! :(

Wordcount: 4.2K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten - epilogue

The flight from New York to Calgary, Canada was exactly five hours and ten minutes. In those five hours and ten minutes of flight, the four of you have been nothing but silent that you swore the whole plane was able to feel the tension between the four of you. You chose to sit by the window next to Joe, and you were still so deep inside your mind about certain things between you two. You love Joe. You do. But were you really going to lose yourself again over a man? Looking at him, he seemed so different and far away. You didn’t really know what to do. Somehow, at this moment, you started to doubt all those beliefs you had again about fate because if you and Joe were fate, you wouldn’t feel this way about him, right?

The rest of the flight was spent sleeping and letting your head rest by the plane window until Joe had curled a hand at the back of your head and let your head fall gently on his shoulder. Both of you didn’t talk much either when you had woken up. It was like you both knew that the distance and the tension was there.

By the time the plane arrived in Canada, you all grabbed your luggage and headed to the rental place to rent a car since the cabin was two hours away from the airport. Your arm was locked with Sara’s as you waited for the two men to sign the papers for the car. Looking around, you watched as the snow fell lightly outside. It was glistening along with the sunset from the horizon, and it was just stunning. Canada was beautiful, and you wished that your mind could drift off the thoughts of Joe, so you could enjoy this moment.

Looking back at Sara, you could see her face was more relaxed now than how it was when you were in New York. You knew she was hesitating at the beginning because she was short financially, but you couldn’t help but give credit to Wes because he was right. You both needed this. Sara needed this. You also hoped that maybe this mini vacation could patch up whatever it was going on between you and Joe.

Not moments later, the two men came back with the key in their hands, and you all headed outside and settled everything in the car. You sat at the passenger seat as Joe drove and Wes and Sara had both fallen asleep at the backseat halfway through the trip. You all had two hours to spare and the only thing that filled the silence inside the car was the music playing on the radio.

Right before you all headed to the cabin, Joe suggested getting some groceries from the nearby market, so you all have food to cook for tonight. By the time you all arrived at the cabin, the snow had fallen harder. You all ran inside and were stunned by how it looked. The cabin was warm and cozy, and it was still decorated with Christmas decorations even though Christmas was already past a few weeks ago.

“Wow.” You murmured, smiling at Sara.

She gave you a smile that you haven’t seen in a long time. You missed that smile of hers. It has been so long since you have seen her like this.

“Let’s get settled, yeah?” Wes said.

You and Joe made your way up the stairs and entered the room that was down the hall. You smiled as you set your luggage down and looked out the window. You could see the backyard of the cabin and not too far away, there was a trail going into the woods. The tall pine trees were all covered in snow, and it just looked so peaceful. Feeling Joe’s heavy arms wrapped around your waist, he pulled you close to his front as he set his head on your shoulder.

“Did I tell you how much I missed you?” Joe murmured, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

You hummed softly, closing your eyes. You missed this Joe. Your Joe that would be so sweet and soft to you. Sliding his arms off of you, you turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck. A small smile on your face as you looked into his chocolate button eyes.

“I missed you too.” You murmured before leaning in to kiss him softly.

Joe smiled through the kiss as he pulled you close to him and moved the both of you to the bed. He laid you gently as he towered over you, kissing you deeply. Joe’s fingers found the hem of your sweater as his lips moved down your jawline and down your neck.

“Joe…” You whispered, pulling away. “Wes and Sara are downstairs.”

“Then, we just have to be really quiet then.” He grinned pulling your sweater over your head and threw it on the floor, leaving you in just your bra.

Joe was quick to unclasp them too and threw them with your sweater on the floor. His lips kissed your breasts softly, letting out a small moan from your lips.

God, Joe missed those sounds.

He missed every inch of you as your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging on them lightly. Joe left hot kisses down your body as his fingers worked the button of your jeans. You missed him. You missed this. You missed everything about him and for a moment, you thought maybe you were right. This vacation could be something that could restore the distance that had been pulling the both of you away from each other. Joe gazed up at you through his lashes as he left small kisses on your belly, making you giggle softly. Suddenly, the both of you got interrupted when Joe’s phone rang in his back pocket. He ignored it as he started unbuttoning your jeans and unzipped them, but you couldn’t really enjoy it with his phone making noises, echoing through the room.

“Joe…” You whispered as his phone continued to ring.

Joe let out a sigh as he got up from the bed. He pulled out his phone from his back pocket and looked down at the screen and sighed again.

“I’m sorry, I got to take this.” He answered the phone and left the room, leaving you there on the bed half naked.

You got up from the bed and bit your nails anxiously before you decided to pick up your clothes on the floor and put them back on. You waited for Joe for a few more minutes but as soon as you realized that he wasn’t coming back any time soon, you decided to go downstairs to see what Wes and Sara were doing.

You found the couple putting away the food that you all bought in the cupboard and there was no sign of Joe anywhere.

“Hey!” Wes smiled happily as soon as he saw you. “I was thinking maybe we should go snowboarding tomorrow? Sara had been wanting to try, so I think it will be fun, yeah?”

You nodded your head in agreement, giving him a smile as your eyes scanned the room.

“He’s outside.” Sara answered the question that you have been asking in your head.

“Oh. Okay.” You said, biting your lower lip, your fingernail found the edges of your teeth again.

“Everything okay?” Sara asked, touching your forearm lightly.

You nodded your head. “I’m kinda tired, so I’ll be upstairs.”

“Okay.” Sara gave you her worried eyes as you walked away.

Changing into something more comfortable, you slipped yourself under the covers and let out a deep breath. It was for the first time ever where you felt the peace and quiet. Your mind wasn’t running around thinking what to do for work or worry about the next bill to pay. Though, there was one subject your mind couldn’t seem to let go.

Joe.

You stared at the ceiling as you tried to drift your mind somewhere else. You didn’t want to overthink again. Maybe all of it was just in your head. Maybe it was just you being exhausted from everything. Not moments later, Joe entered the room, interrupting your thoughts. A small smile tugged on his face as soon as he saw you. He kicked off his shoes and slid under the covers with you.

“Hey, love.” He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his side. “Sorry about that.”

“Everything okay?” You asked, laying your head on his chest.

“Yeah.” He drew circles on your arm, planting a soft kiss on your hair. “Are you okay? I hope this vacation will help you relax a little. I know work has been busy.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You muttered, burying your face on his chest.

“I love you so much, darling.” Joe whispered, tightening his arm around you and kissed your forehead.

“I love you too.” You replied, closing your eyes.

Your mind wondered again. Joe was here. He was here so close to you but how come he still felt so far away? How come you couldn’t bring yourself to really say what you wanted to say? How come your mind and your heart have been fighting to figure out the right answers to all your questions in your head? How come you were slowly fading away from him?

It was as if your body was here, but your heart and soul had gone somewhere else.

You couldn’t explain any of your feelings anymore.

Just when you thought you were just overthinking, how come your mind got you questioning everything again? You thought snowboarding was going to be something you and Joe could do together after being so far away from each other for so long.

So, how come when the morning came and the four of you had gone to the mountains to go snowboarding, you were coming down the hill all by yourself? How come you had found yourself just watching Wes teaching Sara how to snowboard, while Joe was in the corner talking to his phone the whole time?

Your eyes watched Sara and Wes and couldn’t help but smile that they were finally getting along again. Then, your eyes lingered towards Joe. He was standing under one of the pine trees, talking to his phone. Your attention was caught by Wes, who was waving you over to them.

“Hold on. I’ll be back.” Wes told Sara. “Could you please hold her for a second?”

You nodded your head as you switched places with him and held Sara’s hands to make sure she didn’t lose her balance.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Sara asked.

You gave her a shrug and didn’t say anything else because honestly, you really didn’t know what was going on. Emotionally, you were just feeling many emotions that you couldn’t explain at all. So, you really didn’t know how to answer the question.

“I’m here if you want to talk.” Sara reassured you.

“Thank you.” You gave her a small smile.

The rest of the afternoon was spent snowboarding with Wes and Sara, while Joe just watched because he had made an excuse that he was kind of tired. You didn’t say anything. You didn’t push him to join you because you learned your lesson from when you suggested your little suggestion to Sara about the bookshop.

Never again. You told yourself.

But everything felt heavy again. Everything inside of you wanted to scream.

But you didn’t. You kept your mouth shut and tried to enjoy your time with Wes and Sara instead.

The four of you found yourselves in a small diner that night after a long day of snowboarding. Dinner was quiet. Everyone was exhausted.

You were exhausted.

Not because of snowboarding because you barely did that today. You were exhausted with everything.

“I’ll be right back.” Joe excused himself in the middle of dinner as he went to the restroom.

You weren’t the kind of girl to be snooping around someone else’s property. Even if that was your boyfriend’s but Joe’s phone was right there next to you. The screen lit up as he received a message and it was one glimpse. One glimpse. You saw her name. Two missed calls for the last hour or so. You felt your stomach turn as you remembered their photos together that Nicola had shown you. You trusted Joe.

You wanted to trust Joe.

So, you didn’t say anything. You let it go. You kept your mouth shut even if your doubtful thoughts were starting to run inside your brain.

You kept your mouth shut.

The ride home was quiet too. Not one person said a word, and you figured maybe everyone was just tired but you saw that look on Sara’s face earlier at dinner the moment the check had arrived. Her small little smiles from this morning had become bitter again when she saw that Wes had paid for her. Again. You weren’t sure if it was a way for you to distract your stormy thoughts towards Joe that you had started paying attention to Wes and Sara, but you were also worried about your best friend. Her relationship was just slowly shattering, and you couldn’t help but feel useless from all of it. Maybe it was a way for you to feel better that if you could do something about Wes and Sara, at least one of you would still be happy.

At least Sara would be happy. That was enough for you at this moment.

You swore if you heard that ring one more time, you wouldn’t hesitate to take the phone and throw it out the window. You were awakened by Joe’s phone ringing in the middle of the night. You didn’t move. You didn’t say anything as you felt the bed move and quiet footsteps walked towards the door. Joe shut the door quietly behind him as he answered his phone. Then, you opened your eyes and all you could see was the small light illuminating through the window. A tear rolled down your cheek as you hugged your pillow closer to your chest.

Your heart slowly stopped beating for Joe.

You were at the end of your rope. Your glass was slowly overflowing.

The hurricane inside of you was starting to get bigger, and you didn’t know how much more you could control it.

The next morning was quiet. You were up early, and Joe was gone from your side. You sat by the window and watched the birds sitting on the trees and chirping loudly. The snow finally stopped and everything around you was glistening. Almost enchanting. The sound of the door opening caught your attention as Joe entered the room.

“Hey, you’re up.” Joe smiled.

“Yeah.” You murmured.

“Everything okay?” Joe walked towards you and immediately stopped when the both of you heard arguments down the hall.

You let out a sigh as soon as you heard Wes and Sara’s voices disappear down the hall. You knew this was coming since last night.

“Are they arguing?” Joe knitted his brows, surprised from what he was hearing.

“That has been constant lately.” You said, looking out the window again.

“Constant? I… I didn’t know that.” Joe said. “Are they okay?”

You shrugged, your eyes still focused out the window. Sara and Wes were arguing so loud that even when they were outside by your window, you could hear the whole conversation. You felt Joe walked up behind you as soon as he saw your concerned expression. His hands rubbed your arms softly to comfort you, but you felt so far away from him.

“You just don’t understand it, Wes!” Sara exclaimed.

“Then, talk to me, Sara!” Wes reached for her hand, but Sara moved her hand away.

She was so far away from him too.

“I’ve been trying my best to understand. Please, just talk to me.” Wes finally lowered his voice. His pleading eyes looked into Sara’s. “Tell me what is inside your mind because I don’t know what else to do. You think it’s easy for me to see you like this?”

You purse your lips as you watch Sara shake her head, tears falling from her eyes. You sat there and didn’t move. Joe continued to comfort you as he planted a soft kiss on your hair, but you were fading away slowly from his arms.

“I—” Sara sobbed. “Do you know how hard it is for me to watch my best friend work overtime every single day? Just because of my stupid decision to hire Cole in the first place, who by the way, hasn’t been caught yet.”

“Sara, that was not your fault…” Wes took a few steps forward towards her. “You didn’t know that he was going to do that. It could happen to anyone.”

Sara felt guilty of you doing overtime? You didn’t know that. In fact, you were the one who felt guilty for pushing her to hire someone in the bookshop in the first place. Maybe communication really had disappeared from the two of you.

“And I know I’m struggling, but I feel so useless over the fact that she has to pay for rent, the utility bills, and you also have to pay for my own vacation?” Sara scoffed, wiping the tears that were rolling down her cheeks.

You watched as Wes reached for her hand, wiping her tears away. He tilted his head to find her eyes with his. You closed your eyes for a moment as you heard Joe’s phone rang again. Your heart wasn’t beating anymore. You couldn’t move as Joe excused himself and answered the phone call, leaving you all alone in the room.

Again.

“Sara, we did all those things for you not because we felt sorry for you. We did it because we love you and care about you. It’s not wrong to ask for help, and I’m sorry that I wasn’t more understanding with your situation, but I love you, Sara. I would do anything to make you happy. I would do anything to help you and to make sure you were okay. I just need you to please open up to me.”

Suddenly, you were gone. You weren’t here anymore. You felt numb. You felt the tears welled up in your eyes as you watched Sara also apologize to Wes for being so distant and shutting him out.

“I know I shouldn't have thrown my anger at you too. I’m sorry.” Sara murmured, Wes cupping her face with his hands. “I promise I’ll open up. It was just so hard.”

“I know, darling. I know.” You watched Wes kissed her softly and pulled her into a tight hug.

Your heart had stopped beating because how could Joe do this? How could he just leave you like this? How could he just act like nothing was wrong? You heard the door open again and heard that same apology escaping from his lips. The storm inside of you had gotten bigger, and Joe was about to deal with the final blow.

“Who is she, Joe?” You asked, holding in your tears. Your eyes were still staring out the window.

“What?”

You turned to face him, tears welling up in your eyes. “Who is she?”

Joe stood there for a moment until realization hit him. You saw it. You saw it all over his face. He walked towards you, shaking his head.

“It was just my co-star.” He reached for your hand. “Hey, there’s nothing going on between us. She had been going through something personal, and she trusted me, so I was trying to be there for her.”

You finally got up, pushing his hand away. “And I wasn’t?!”

Joe was taken aback by your anger as tears rolled down your cheeks. Joe didn’t say anything. He stood there.

He just stood there.

“I haven’t said anything because I know how complicated your job is. But Joe, I haven’t heard from you in weeks. I haven’t seen you in months. Then, when we’re finally together, it’s like you’re not even here.”

Joe took your hands in his again. “This is not what I meant for you to feel. I’m sorry that I have been so distant. I—”

“You knew, Joe! You knew what has been happening here, but you didn’t even call! You didn’t even try!” You sobbed. “You know what Wes did for Sara during New Year’s? While you were in London, he brought her there to meet his family even when they were constantly fighting. I didn’t go because I figured if you wanted to see me, you’d call.”

You shook your head, pulling your hands away from him. You were slipping away from him, and Joe couldn’t do anything about it. Joe was trying his best to save what was left between you two. He had been so busy that he didn’t realize that you were slipping away from his fingers more and more every day.

“But you didn’t. You didn’t even call to say Happy New Year until two days later, but you have all the time to care for her even when you know that I have been struggling!” You took a deep breath, feeling everything that has been weighing you down finally come out.

“I’m so sorry.” Joe hung his head low. “I have no excuses for everything that I did. I— I thought about you every day. I thought about how I couldn’t do anything because I was so far away from you. I… I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to call but every time I did, there was always a problem on set. There was always an interview, or a photoshoot. I know I should have tried harder, but I love you so much, darling. I never wanted you to feel like I didn’t care about you because I do. You’re everything to me.”

“All I wanted was to hear your voice.” You murmured. “To know that even when you were far away, you were still there. All I wanted was to hear your voice after a long day of work.” You sobbed, wiping the tears that ran down your face. “Everything has been so heavy, and you were the only light thing that made all those heavy things cancel out, but you weren’t even there, Joe. You disappeared. And when you came back, I thought things were going to get better, but I was just slowly dying even more, and you couldn’t even see that. It feels like you weren’t even here. She’s more important to you from what I have seen.”

“I… I’m so sorry.” Joe pleaded. “She is not more important than you, love. You are the most important person in my life. I never wanted to hurt you like this.”

“I’m exhausted, Joe.” You muttered, wiping the last of your tears.

He had lost you.

“I can’t lose myself again over someone.” You said.

Oh god, he really lost you.

No, he had lost you a long time ago, and he didn’t even realize it.

“You promised to take away all my doubts but how come it added even more?”

“I love you so much.” Joe cupped your cheeks, wiping the dried tears on your face. “Please, love. Please let me fix this. Give me another chance.”

You shook your head, slipping his hands away from your face. “I love you too, but I can’t.”

Joe’s tears welled up in his eyes too as he tried to reach for you, but you were so far away from him now. What had he done? How did he fucked up this bad? How could he lose the one important person in his life? How could he be so blind?

“I truly believed that we were fate but maybe I wasn’t right after all. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe we met just so we could learn something from this.” You whispered.

“No,” Joe shook his head, pulling you in his arms. “I can't imagine my life without you. I love you so much.”

You buried your face on his shoulder, “I’m sorry. I just can't do this right now.”

You slipped away from his arms, wiped the tears that were rolling down his cheeks before letting him go completely. Joe stood there frozen as you walked out of the room and down the stairs. You were greeted by Wes and Sara entering the cabin as soon as you arrived at the foot of the stairs. Sara immediately saw the puffy red teary eyes you had.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Sara’s eyes widened.

You didn’t say anything as you grabbed your coat and walked out the door. Sara didn’t hesitate to follow as Wes turned and saw Joe on the top of the stairs.

“Hey, what happened, mate?” Wes asked.

“It’s over.” Joe said.

“O—Over?” Wes asked, confused. “But what about the pro—”

“It’s not happening.” Joe cut him before walking back into his room.

Wes stood there in shock as he tried to figure out how to help his best friend. He finally made up with Sara and now, you and Joe were over? What about the plans he helped Joe make for you?

“This vacation sucks.” Wes muttered under his breath as he closed the front door.

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Kanej “Before you decide to murder me, let me explain…”

(1 2 or make up your own) (ask)

Inej hadn't been used to privacy at the Menagerie, so she hadn't really expected it when Kaz brought her back to the slat.

There were only so many rooms in the Slat, and no one was going to give a private space to a new recruit. So she'd expected to share with someone. Hopefully someone who would leave her alone.

She had not expected to share with Brekker himself.

"This is my room," he said, swinging the door at the top of the stairs open with a creak. Watching him get up here had been vaguely painful, but Inej knew better than to offer him help again. He would have to ask her. "Well, our room."

Everything she knew about Kaz Brekker told her that he didn't want her in his space. He didn't want anyone in his space. And she didn't know how she felt about being forced to share a room with the boy who had just brokered her purchase out of slavery.

"We're sharing a room?" she asked, her eyebrows raised. It made sense, she supposed. But she had hoped he wasn't going to be like this, wouldn't try to sleep with her so soon and so brazenly.

"Before you decide to murder me," he said, holding up his gloved hands, his cane still clutched by the crow's head at the top. "Let me explain?"

She hadn't even been thinking of murdering him. She'd mostly been considering if she could get out the window before he broke her leg with his cane. But she inclined her head, and let him speak.

"First of all, this is temporary. We need to clean out a storage room, and then you'll have your space. It's just going to require some manpower, and we didn't have any to spare tonight. It'll be done as soon as tomorrow."

Inej narrowed her eyes. In her experience, so far, "tomorrow" just barely existed. Things promised tomorrow never came, because it was always today. She didn't believe in "tomorrow", not the way it seemed to manifest on this terrible island.

"Second of all," Brekker was talking so slowly, so steadily. Like she was an animal he had to calm. "I won't be up here tonight. You have the room to yourself."

That seemed even more unbelievable.

"Where will you sleep?" Inej demanded, her hand on her hip.

"On a couch," he shrugs. "In Jesper's bed. Outside. I don't know, it doesn't matter."

It mattered. It mattered to Inej where he was going to sleep, and she didn't quite know why. Maybe because he was giving up his space, maybe because he had a bad leg. But it mattered to her that he sleep somewhere good.

"Does the door lock?" she asked, instead of saying all of that.

Kaz nodded and fished in his pocket for the key. "All yours, Miss Ghafa."

In another world, Inej thinks, she could have felt something for this boy. He would have come to see her perform, and waited out behind the tent with flowers and candies and they could have snuck into the woods on the outskirts of camp, giggling and touching and tasting. They would have stayed out until the sun rose, and he would kiss the morning dew off her cheeks.

She used to think like that, before she knew what men were. What people did to each other. It was ridiculous, a child's play of a romance. It wasn't meant for people like her, who had lived through the things she had.

But instead he's offering her a key, and a bed of her own. And she thinks it might be the most important present anyone has ever given her.

"Thank you," she says, but it's not enough. She doesn't know if it ever will be.

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Here's a request, how would Strife and Samael react to accidentally seeing s/o naked for the first time? Like they are getting ready to bathe or something and thought they were alone. They didn't know anyone would be there, and when Strife/Sam do see them, s/o is oblivious. Like they realize very quickly "aw shit, s/o is cute...", Inner monologue stuff about s/o and their new feelings. I have a thing for pining. Real romance fluff with a suggestive hint. Nothing happens, this doesn't have to be nsfw if you don't want it to be. I just want your take on their reactions cause I think they would both range very differently. I chose those two cause they are my favorite. If you don't wanna do this one, that's ok too. I just really like your writing and how you interpret things. Thank you again.

Samael:

It's a common assumption among those who don't know him personally, that the Demon Prince, Samael, is a debauched and lascivious snake who would only relish in the chance to catch a human unawares.

It's a common assumption. But so often common is confused with correct.

He's a prince. Be that of Hell or Heaven or any realm in-between, he knows how to behave like a gentleman when needs be.

To his own surprise, he's found himself falling more and more into that courtly conduct ever since he managed to get his claws on the Horsemen's little human, swiped by his own claws right from underneath their noses.

'Nothing personal,' he'd told you while you thrashed and beat at the vast, scaly fingers wrapped around your torso, 'This is all tactics, you understand.'

With the Horsemen focusing all of their efforts into tracking you down – they've yet to work out that he's behind your disappearance – Samael is free to move his players across an unguarded chess board. A classic – if risky – slight of hand.

Oh, he imagines they'll try to kill him once they discover you hidden here in his fortress at Shadow's Edge, but that's hardly of any concern to a Prince of Hell. If he thought the Horsemen were a genuine threat, he wouldn't have provoked them by taking their precious, little human.

They won't be able to deny, when they eventually find you, that he's been nothing if not a most gracious host. You aren't a political enemy, after all, you're an innocent bystander in his game of cat and mouse.

He's placed you in one of the Eastern towers - under guard and lock and key, of course – where every amenity has been made available to you. A spacious chamber, adorned by a luxurious bed with silken, ruby-red sheets. An adjacent nook that boasts a king-sized bathing pool for you to maintain your hygiene....

If anything, you're less of a prisoner, and more of an unusual guest, though such 'special treatment' has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that your affinity for story-telling far surpasses the talents of his own subjects.

All you have to do is recite Earthen fairy-tales to him, plots of films you can still remember, stories from the books you used to read at school, and every single one of them is eagerly eaten up by the demon Prince, specifically those that have happier endings.

Those very stories are the reason Samael finds himself striding down the corridor to your chambers now, with his hands clasped loosely behind his back, the impressive claws at the end of each of his toes clicking sharply against a black-stone floor.

Last night, you'd half-finished a tale of a caterpillar with an absolutely voracious appetite, but you'd fallen asleep just before the most crucial climax. He'd half a mind to shake you conscious again and demand you tell him how the gluttonous little insect earns his downfall through hubris and greed, but in the end, he permitted you your scant few hours of fitful sleep.

Perhaps the ending you have in store will have been worth the wait...

The phantom guards posted outside your room snap to attention as he passes them by, though their master doesn't spare either of them so much as a fleeting glance, stepping leisurely up to the tattered, scarlet curtain that separates your chambers from the corridor outside.

And that's when he hears it - a sound so seldom heard in Hell, it actually startles the Prince into slowing his gait as his scowl comes undone, softening the deep-set creases carved between his brows.

He pauses at the curtain and twists an ear towards the noise...

... Music?

Slowly, he eases his crooked knuckles beneath the curtain and lifts it aside, hesitating for another moment to discern that his ears really aren't deceiving him. That's music he's hearing. More specifically, it's singing.

You are singing.

He's spoken with you enough times by now to recognise your voice in spite of the melodious notes of a song that drift into his ears from somewhere beyond the bed chamber.

But then, he supposes he shouldn't be surprised. Of all the denizens residing in his fortress, who among them is the most likely to burst into song other than the human?

Eyes of liquid fire scan the room and find it devoid of his prisoner, until they land upon the arched entrance that leads into the adjacent bathing quarters.

He recalls how you'd been stunned almost speechless the first time he showed you the enormous pool cut out of an obsidian floor.

He'd taken the liberty to drain it of lava before filling it up again with clean, un-poisoned water – a rare commodity in Hell, given the rate of its evaporation.

“Why?” you'd asked, squinting up at him dubiously.

Samael's face had remained perfectly set like the stone underfoot as he hummed his reply, “I assumed humans preferred to bathe in water. Not molten lava.”

That wasn't what you'd meant, and he knew it, but you'd been sensible enough not to look a gift demon in the mouth, as it were.

Lifting his nose to take a whiff of the air, Samael pads like a graceful predator across the chamber, following the sound of your voice.

Until the day comes when he no longer sits on the throne, he'll staunchly deny that his footsteps fall just a little more softly against the stone in his endeavour to remain unnoticed by the room's occupant.

Deftly, he manoeuvres around a scattering of garments that have been strewn haphazardly about the chamber, quirking one solid, scaly brow at them as he passes. 'Odd,' is all he muses.

Under normal circumstances, you're never seen without your flimsy attire.

Finding his curiosity piqued, Samael ducks his crooked horns and steals into the dark doorway, casting an eye languidly across the baths, only to freeze in his tracks, his whole body going utterly still from the horns on his head to the tip of his long, sweeping tail.

As if the singing weren't enough of a shock, you suddenly come dancing into view, swinging your hips to and fro like a pendulum. You're facing away from the doorway, thank the Void, but that's hardly what the demon Prince is focused on.

Standing there on the first step of the bath, bobbing your hips to the tune of your own song, he sees you.

All of you.

There isn't a shred of clothing present to preserve your modesty, no undergarments, nor a single strip of cloth, not a thread to your name.

Samael's silvery pupils dilate, expanding out of slits until they sit soft and round in his yellow eyes.

Rather perplexingly, he doesn't wheel himself backwards out of the entryway as soon as he registers your state of undress, though he chalks this up to being struck with simple, scientific curiosity at having stumbled upon a human in their most natural state.

Why, any second now, he's sure he'll feel that familiar wave of disgust surge up like bile and turn his stomach, because what is the human body if not a small, featureless sack of squelching meat?

Any second now...

Surely...?

Despite the weak-willed voice in the back of his head trying to convince him to turn away, the demon's eyes remain firmly adhered to you, and his ears twitch and flick towards the sound of your voice, anxious to catch every note you sing.

What is the human body...?

It's very.... gentle, he observes through a sudden haze that knocks him ever so slightly off-kilter.

A golden stare roll up the length of your legs, tracing the path of your spine and lingering on the back of your fragile neck.

There isn't a single, sharp edge to your body. No jagged horns or spines jutting through your skin, no tough and unforgiving scales to protect you from the elements, no natural weapons in the form of fangs or claws.

A body like yours was never intended to cause hurt.

What a flawed design.

What a brave design.

Before he can keep it at bay, a memory of Lilith pushes to the forefront of his mind – of her cruel lips that twist into a smirk and her hateful glares that try to poison his heart as she lays underneath him on their shared bed, claws like knives cutting into his scaly forearms to draw as much pain from him as she can, all in the name of 'making love.'

But what if....?

As the demon Prince gazes down at you, transfixed, the image of your naked body slips seamlessly in to replace Lilith's in his mind's eye. Her feral snarl gives way to something kinder, something sweeter, welcoming.

And suddenly, there you are, spread out in his Queen's place on the red, silken sheets, surrounded by the treasures he's draped you in during a wild and scandalous courtship. For the first time in his life, he doesn't want to ravage the body under his, though maybe he'd remind you that he could, if you'd only ask him to.

No. Perhaps, instead, you'll prop yourself up against the mountain of pillows he'd given you to nest in, and you'll cradle his head in your lap, your clawless fingers stroking gently up and down the space between his impressive horns as you tell him stories well into the night, listening to the crackle of the wall sconces together.

'Is that what it must be like?' he wonders, 'to take a lover who has no interest in power or status?' That must be what the stories mean, when they talk of love for love's sake.

Ah... But that kind of love has no place in Hell. The selfless kind. Altruistic. Here, one either loves to gain power, respect, and to rise through the social ranks, or one simply doesn't love at all.

In all the years he's sat on the throne of Hell, never once did he think he'd find himself so captivated by the sight of a human with no clothes on.

The leathery membrane folded between his wings starts to creak as they gradually spread open, driven by an ancient and well-buried instinct to appear bigger, stronger, more suitable than any other demon in the fortress...

He doesn't even notice that his tail has begun to sweep silently from side to side in perfect tandem with the swing of your hips.

Regardless of his imposing presence lurking just behind you in the doorway, you still don't seem to have noticed that you have an audience, and you likely would have gone on with your oblivious dance had the demon Prince not sabotaged himself moments later.

He never meant to do it. He's certainly never been caught doing it before, not even when he was trying to court an impassive Lilith.

Somewhere deep inside his almighty chest, the demon's muscles begin to quiver, pulsing together as they work to push a strange sound up through his throat - something between a contented hum and an unmistakable, mortifying purr.

You notice the sound before he does, but his reactions are sharper than your own.

Your song trails into uncertain silence, there's a whoosh of air and an enormous shadow flits backwards through the doorway just as you turn around to investigate, curling your arms around yourself in anticipation of finding a peeping-tom.

… The entrance is empty.

The Phantom guards scramble to attention when their master suddenly comes storming out of your chambers, his tail lashing like a whip and his mighty chest heaving in and out as if he's trying to stoke a fire in his lungs.

Gleaming fangs crush themselves together as he thunders aimlessly down the corridor, his only concern in distancing himself from the room of his prisoner.

What was that?

What the Hell was that!?

Of all the ridiculous, humiliating, puerile things for a Prince to do.

A purr...

A purr!

At his age! And one directed at a human no less.

He's Samael! Accuser, Seducer. Prince of Demons and Lord of Darkness. He's well above the feeble allure of the flesh.

... But it wasn't just your flesh that tempted him, was it?

Samael's lips curl to bare his teeth as he viciously swipes the thought away with another lash of his tail.

It doesn't matter, he tells himself resolutely. You hadn't seen him, nobody witnessed the event, you'll carry on none-the-wiser while he strikes the whole mishap from his memory.

The Horsemen will come and take you away, as he intended.

Yes... Just as he intended.

EDIT: Holy shift I just realised I got so caught up in Samael's story, I never wrote Strife's!!!!!!! I'm so sorry!!!!

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legends-of-apex · 2 years

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‘Only If For A Night’ Ch.2 | Tangerine x Reader

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rating: M for canon-typical violence, threat, injury detail and profanity

word count: 2,800

chapter summary: After you agree to go with them to their employer, Tangerine and Lemon bring you to your safe house to pick up your things before going on the road. Of course, things are never that easy in their line of work. The reader isn't referred to as being any specific gender. Enjoy <3

'Can I grab my things before we go?' You asked, catching Tangerine's eye in the rearview mirror. His gaze felt like it stung you with how bright it was, how blue.

Tangerine took a long inhale. His ringed fingers tapped the driver's wheel with slight impatience. He really hated jobs where their target was a variable. Corpses don't talk much. Lemon shared a look with him, one that made him sigh.

'Yeah, alright then. I suppose we have ten minutes to spare.'

A wave of the new car smell hit you from your place in the back seat. Yet their car definitely wasn't new but it had been valeted to appear as though it was. The car looked like it cost more to rent for a few days than a holiday home would. Tinted windows contrasted heavily with the sleek, dark silver exterior and the dashboard looked like it probably let the car drive itself if need be. All this and yet the air conditioning was broken on a day so muggy that your throat burned.

As you fumbled with the seat belt you caught sight of an array of different license plates stashed beneath the passenger seat, the pile splayed out like a fan. There were some whose layouts you didn't even recognise. Different colours, different years all ready to be changed at a moment's notice.

The place you'd been staying was only a few streets away but Tangerine circled the block three times before pulling in. For a moment you thought he was being overcautious but there was no such thing in this situation. You were grateful that he was taking your safety, his job, seriously.

'Stay here until I give the all-clear.' He ordered.

You looked on through the tinted window as he got out of the car, straightened his suit jacket and buttoned it as he walked towards your building. The sun glinted off a gun strapped to his side before he tamed his jacket from the wind.

You suddenly became acutely aware that you were trusting these men, two assassins named after citrus fruits, with your life.

'Do you like Thomas and Friends?' Lemon asked from the passenger seat, snapping you out of your thoughts.

'Sorry?' You thought you'd misheard him.

'Do you like Thomas The Tank Engine? From the show Thomas and Friends.' He clarified.

'The kids show?'

'Yeah, it's a lot more than that actually-' His phone pinged loudly, interrupting him. The sender's name was simply an emoji of what looked like an orange. 'Tangerine says the coast is clear.'

Tangerine was confused. Why did flat number 8 come before number 6 in your building? He glanced between the doors, each as old and poorly painted as each other. Then he realised that the brass number '9' that hung, half-bolted to the door, was upside down so it looked like a '6'. He moved it back into place with his finger, only for it to swing back down again like a pendulum.

He stood waiting at the door of your safe house if you could really even call it that. The flat's front door barely locked and the walls were paper thin. Even the floorboards sounded as if they were just one heavy step away from caving in. But it was quiet, unsuspecting.

You spared Tangerine a glance as you fished out your keys and unlocked the rickety door. He wasn't leaning against the wall, probably too afraid of getting dirt on his suit. You felt his gaze on you, bright and burning still. He was studying you, trying to figure you out. His eyes on you felt like fire licking at your flesh. It stung your nerves in an almost pleasant way. But you hated that it seemed like he was analysing you, dissecting you with his icy gaze.

Lemon shouted to say your flat was clear before you fully registered that he'd even gone inside.

Tangerine nodded his head for you to go in ahead of him so you did, hearing him close the door behind you with a loud squeak of the lock and the distinct sound of the flat number scraping against the crudely painted wood. The landlady wasn't kidding when she told you every inch of metal on that decaying door needed oiled.

After just one step inside, the unsettlingly loud floorboards greeted you as a spring morning would a returning songbird.

'Just grab what you need, yeah?' Tangerine instructed, clearly anxious to get on the road.

You didn't bother telling him that you wouldn't need long to gather your things. Being on the run meant you couldn't really take anything other than the bare essentials with you. You missed your everyday comforts and non-essentials that you hadn't had time nor space to stuff in your duffle bag that night.

Tangerine positioned himself at your bedroom door and watched Lemon wandering around your flat. A hand stuffed in his trouser pocket flashed the smooth silk lining of his jacket and the waistcoat beneath. His dark blue waistcoat was tailored specifically for him, it seemed. The pinstriped fabric hugged his every curve and edge. Everything about him looked expensive, not naturally but definitely by design.

You threw your duffle bag on the bed and began stuffing your things inside. Floorboards creaked loudly with your every step. It surprised you that those floorboards even supported a bed, even if it was small. You'd had to learn the hard way to wear shoes in the apartment if you didn't want a foot full of splinters.

'Any of that yours?' Tangerine asked. 'The blood.'

It took you a moment to realise what exactly he was referring to. The concern on his face took you by surprise as did the gentleness in his eyes as he looked to you for an answer.

'No.' You replied and he nodded, shifting his weight to the other foot before turning his attention back to Lemon.

The clothes you'd worn to work the night it happened dangled, blood strained, from a drying screen by the yellowing window. Despite you scrubbing them for hours the blood never did seem to leave the fabric. So now your garments hung like bunting cut from the most brutal cloth until you figured out what to do with them.

To an untrained eye, it could have been wine spilt from some jolly night that soaked them but Tangerine knew better. He'd had blood or wine, sometimes both, sunk into the fibres of his clothes on more occasions than he ever hoped to count. Wine was a great deal more difficult than blood, he found.

You heard Lemon coming before you saw him, his movements easy to track with the creaking boards beneath his feet. 'Bet you'll be glad to get outta this place then, eh?' He asked.

'You haven't told me where you're taking me yet. It could be some guy's dungeon for all I know.'

The pair of assassins looked so out of place in your shitty little hideout. They looked too expensive, too vibrant against the backdrop of greying walls and peeling paint. They reminded you of full-colour comic book characters bursting with paint that were dropped into some old black and white film. Two mediums too contrasting to mesh.

You'd just zipped your bag closed when you heard a familiar squeak from the hallway. The floorboards creaked as if a pair of heavy feet just stepped inside. You froze.

Surely, you hadn't been found already.

The look of fear on your face alerted Tangerine to the sound. Lemon pulled his gun as Tangerine sent a flash of metal twirling from his trouser pocket. They shared a look and Tangerine nodded his head towards you before stalking out of the room.

Whatever silent conversation they had, they each knew exactly what they needed to do.

They acted quickly. Lemon stepped towards you, motioning for you to keep low with an outstretched palm aimed towards the floor. He looked over your bedroom window for a potential escape route in case any gun that went off wasn't Tangerine's.

A gun never went off but you did hear a smack, a thud. Then silence.

'Tang, you alright?' Lemon called out, his gun pointed at your bedroom doorway.

'I'm alright.' Came his reply, his breath clearly ragged. 'Can't say the same for this poor bastard.'

You cautiously followed Lemon into the hallway to see Tangerine standing over a body, his chest heaving. The pair shared a look. Again, a silent conversation you could only imagine amounted to Tangerine confirming he was alright despite the blood splattered across his collar like red blossoms floating in a clear pond.

'Is he dead?'

'As a doornail.' Tangerine confirmed, the intruder's body lay crumpled like a puppet with severed strings at his feet.

He wiped his knuckles clean with a handkerchief, blood speckling the white fabric. Covering his knuckles sat a golden knuckleduster, alongside his set of golden rings. You watched for a moment, mesmerised, as he unloaded the man's discarded pistol and checked the magazine before tucking the gun into his waistband.

You didn't have time to feel relieved that the threat was dealt with as they ushered you out with your packed bag. But as you reached the front door, you turned around and walked right back in.

'What the hell are you doing?' Tangerine asked as you approached the body. 'We need to go. Now.'

You ignored him and turned the man's body over. Still warm. His head lolled at an odd angle, his neck broken. His dark eyes bulged strangely, the irises reminded you of dark buttons sunk into a pool of melted wax. It was easy enough to tell what had happened. Tangerine hit the man across the cheek with a heavy blow and then snapped his neck before he could retaliate.

'You robbing his corpse? That's cold, man.' Lemon's voice bounced off the empty walls as you patted the man down.

'I'm looking for ID! If someone's come to kill me I at least want to know who.'

It could have been a lot of people. You knew there was a hefty price on your head amongst Hollow Eyes' rivals. But this was the first time anyone came so close to killing you and despite the fear, the adrenaline, coursing through your veins you wanted to know more about this man.

The fact that he'd just died trying to kill you dawned on you. Tangerine had snapped his neck without so much as a second thought and Lemon was ready to put a bullet in the next person that walked through your door. That frightened you but was a strange comfort at the same time. These men you'd met a mere hour ago just took the life of someone else in order to keep you alive. It was a testament to their commitment to their job if nothing else.

Tangerine stood over your shoulder, peering down at the man. 'There. He's a Blackjack, looks like.' He pointed to a tattoo at the bottom of the man's neck.

He recognised the tattoo as one he'd seen on men who frequented the same information hubs as he and his brother. It was a strange symbol; The clubs and hearts pips commonly found on playing cards except their colours were inverted. To an untrained eye, it just looked like a very obvious mistake but to those familiar with it knew that it marked someone to be wary of. Every member of the Blackjacks had a pair of pips on their necks with inverted colours. Tangerine couldn't help but think the tattoo looked as idiotic on this guy as it had the other Blackjacks he'd had the displeasure of meeting.

'So he's not working for Hollow Eye?' Lemon asked, visibly confused.

Tangerine drew his brows together. 'Did you even read the files I sent you? Actually, don't answer that.' He didn't want them to look unprofessional around you, even if you weren't the one who hired them. 'No, Hollow Eye himself hasn't sent anyone to kill our friend here yet that we know of and let's hope it fucking stays that way.'

The man didn't have any ID on him so you gave up your search and joined the two men who now stood in your doorway, clearly ready to leave. You were quiet as you descended the stairs but Lemon and Tangerine chatted amongst themselves like they were discussing a football match.

'Blackjack's are the guys who take the whole 'eye for an eye' thing very seriously, aren't they?' Lemon asked but Tangerine just shrugged. 'Well, you might want to find out cause' you did just kill one of them and they usually travel in pairs.' Lemon turned to you. 'You didn't piss off the Blackjacks and all, did you?'

'Lemon-' Tangerine warned.

You hadn't been paying attention to them. The image of the man dead on your floor fogged your mind even as you stepped out into the open air. If the Twins hadn't been there then you would have come home later to that man waiting for you. It would have been you laying dead on those creaky floorboards, not him. The thought chilled you to the very bone. First Lemon and Tangerine found you and now the Blackjack? Three people in one day. How had you slipped up so badly?

'That man knew where I was staying...How did you even find me?' Was all you could really manage to say. Your entire safety net shattered and it felt like your life was being ripped out from beneath your feet again. That makes two times in as many weeks.

You just so happened to catch Tangerine's eye as you looked to them both for an answer. He saw then on your face the desperation, the defeat and the guilt. You looked like you thought you'd slipped up, maybe even that you deserved this, and he had to resist every nerve in his body screaming at him to comfort you and tell you that wasn't true.

'Word travels fast among people like us. It would've taken one informant who saw you walking home one day. That's it.' Lemon piped up, sensing that you were anxious. But whilst he sensed your worry, he also couldn't help but try and sate his curiosity. 'What did you even do to make someone want you dead anyways?'

'Lemon, pack it in!' Tangerine shut him down instantly.

'What? I'm just curious!'

'It was in the fuckin' brief that I sent you two days ago.' Tangerine hesitated to answer your question like he wasn't sure if he should be telling you this but after a mere second's forethought, he caved. 'Your friend, our employer, knew you liked that coffee shop. He just didn't know when you'd visit. All we had to do was wait.'

He could tell you either didn't believe him or didn't want to.

'Listen, I know you're scared and you have no reason to trust us or really anyone right now but I give you my word that we will do everything we can to keep you safe, yeah? It's what we're being paid for.'

He held his hand out, offering to take your duffle bag and stuff it in the trunk of their car. You'd barely registered that you'd crossed the cracked concrete car park until he popped the trunk. Your mind felt hazy and dreamlike.

'Exactly. If you don't trust us. Trust that we do our jobs and it's our job to look after you.' Lemon reaffirmed but his words fell on deaf ears.

Instead, you looked up at Tangerine, at the way he looked at you like he desperately wanted to gain your trust, for you to believe that he could keep you safe. He needed that more for him than anything else. He needed to know he could do something other than killing, even if he had to snap a few necks along the way.

He felt for you, unable to imagine how powerless you must feel right now with your world crumbling beneath your feet, letting you fall into the mud. He'd been wading through the mud for a while, Lemon too. The very least he could do was offer you a hand.

So you gave him your bag and he took it with a smile, like you did him a favour.

Across the other side of the car park, a man dozing in the driver's seat of a car with suspiciously darkened windows just so happened to wake up. He looked on as you, Lemon and Tangerine made towards their car. He hadn't even been awake to see you go inside the building in the first place. Although you'd changed your hair from the photo he'd been given, that was definitely you walking out of your apartment building unharmed.

You were supposed to just be some civilian. You weren't even supposed to be in your apartment right now, hence why he'd fallen asleep as his partner went inside to set up shop and wait for you.

They'd barely treated the order for your death as a job, more like a holiday with some first-degree murder sprinkled in.

Yet there you were alive and well and that meant his partner was dead.

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