#but they'd end up with their arms around me making me laugh somehow

[lorelune]

(aventurine x reader /// continuation of this concept)

"explain to me," the good doctor demands, "why do you need my help?"

"because." you fumble around you're words. your lips feel cold. herta's space station, especially this deep in it's bowels, is an unpleasant place to have any conversation, let alone one that is also unpleasant. "i don't have time."

"and you assume i do?"

"partially?" you rub a hand over your cheek. "throw me a bone here, doctor."

ratio has been sizing you up for the better part of half an hour, scrutinizing your intent in any way he can. you have been skillfully attempting to dodge most of those attempts, but veritas ratio is as diligent a man as he is intelligent. which is to say that he is not letting up until you divulge the truth.

you sigh.

"you will explain to me," he says outright, gaze piercing. "how one of the intelligentsia guild's most esteemed researchers needs help with an algorithm that is far below both of our skill levels. it's insulting to both myself, and yourself."

you sigh again, deeper and harder, "i, once again, do not have time. i have the 'full time job' of handling aventurine's odds, and those calculations don't run like any other odds i've ever worked with, and he is a variable constantly in motion. i need help making this algorithm so i can have some assistance with my main job at hand."

the doctor scoffs, and walks a circle around you, "i'm sure he's just thrilled with the company."

"we— he manages."

more than. but, veritas doesn't need to know that. you're sure he'll figure it out eventually.

veritas tagged the briefcase on a nearby table. it's gleaming, with a discreet ipc logo embossed on the side. the sight of it makes you nauseous with anxiety.

"is this bribe from him?" he asks.

"no." you've stopped aventurine anytime he has tried to intervene and make things easier for you. he rarely listens, but your relationship with ratio and the guild make him somewhat neutral territory. "higher up."

"i assume diamond wouldn't bother to dirty her hands. so, jade?"

"yes."

dr. ratio, for the first time, seriously considers your offer. then scowls. "it would be a waste of my time."

you sigh. there was a 67.22% chance of this outcome. luckily, you have gamed out the conversation from here.

"so you can't?"

"you know i can."

then, you laugh, and shake your head. "yes, i do. sorry to tease. i'm quite tired."

"you should go find your gambler." veritas crosses his arms, looking sidelong at the briefcase.

"i will, eventually." you turn your back to veritas as you begin to leave the open atrium. the air is hollow and frigid. "i'll just ask some other intelligentsia guild members about the project first. i'm sure they'd be happy to help."

you only take a few steps before dr. ratio grabs your arm. his grip is far too strong.

(chance of failure to secure dr. veritas ratio's assistance: decreased by 31%.)

"don't bother them."

"someone needs to help." you turn back to look at him, expression schooled. "and if you won't, i'm very sure someone else will be happy to work beside 'one of the intelligentsia guild's most esteemed researchers'. or, does such a title not truly apply considering i've been ousted from my previous position?"

he frowns, but before he can speak, you interrupt him. you haven't seen veritas since being tied down to your current post. you haven't let him have it. he deserves it, maybe.

"i heard from jade that i received a glowing recommendation from another well-respected scholar. apparently, the position was being considered for either one of us. somehow, with that recommendation, i drew the short end of the stick and now play handler for a man with a death wish and a statistically measurable chaos quotient that's ever-changing in multiples of three."

veritas's face is unmoving. unchanging. but you know you've struck something. it was to be him or you in this position. and you don't have the pride he does. you place your hand over top of his, posed to speak, to tear him apart—

a shrill ringtone shatters the tension. it's yours. you already know who it is.

you flip your phone open with one hand, still staring at ratio.

"hello," aventurine's voice beckons from the other side, smug and smooth. "where is my favorite, most brilliant mind hiding out? we're due to leave soon."

"sadly, with another one of your favorite, brilliant minds. i'll be finished up shortly and meet you at the docks."

"aw, did he not get onboard? that's quite the choice for him to be making. do you want me to give him a talking to you?"

"no, it's fine. i'm working something out."

"you sound upset."

"i'm tired." you rub at your eyes and break away from veritas with a yawn.

"you can nap on the ship. we have quite the journey."

"that we do. i'll see you in a bit?"

"see you there." you can hear the smirk in his voice.

sending you down to veritas alone was aventurine's gamble. one that is working out, predictably. never mind the damage your reputation will take after these next moments. you close the phone with a sigh and begin toward the grand elevator.

"veritas," you call his name. "i forgive you, for what it's worth. try not to do it again."

"i couldn't."

you laugh and shake your head as you ascend. by the time you arrive at the docks, the ipc's premier vessel is packed away and priming its engines. lights and sirens echo from it. aventurine's idles outside, waiting for you. he beams when he sees you.

"so," he whistles, guiding you with a hand on your lower back. you let him. "was the good doctor as prickly as ever?”

"if not more so" you admit. aventurine gestures with a sweeping hand to your shared quarters for the time being. there's a single bed, but you're used to this. you've come not to mind it. "i think i bruised his ego."

with a genuine laugh, “i don’t think that's possible."

"want to bet on that?" you ask.

your phone's text tone chimes and you shoot aventurine a sharp smile.

aventurine's odds are ridiculous. ever changing, constantly moving. none of your perceptions and calculations that are usually steadfast and unmoving can keep up with him. not with efficiency, anyways. it's exhausting work. however, the likelihoods of everything but aventurine? the predictions of a man like ratio?

easy. simple. you could do them in your sleep.

aventurine squishes against your side as you open your newest message.

[SENDER: Doctor Ratio <intelligentsia guild>]

> here is a first draft. forgo payment. i do not need to be in the stonehearts’ pocket.

[file attached: STONE ALGORITHM DRAFT 1.0.spqxxxiun.pqo]

aventurine laughs, muffling it against the side of your neck. his teeth are sharp and his breath is warm. it settles something in you. you lean into him and deflate, sliding down into your lap so your head is pillows there. a gloved hand cards through your hair.

"you're quite good at the game, when you choose to play." aventurine reminds you. he tells you this often.

"i know." you turn your face into his hand as the ship rumbles. "but it's your job."

aventurine pauses his pets, then thumbs over your lips. he looks sour, only for a moment, before resuming his motions, a bit rougher this time. you relish the feel of it, sinking into it.

"one of us has to, right?"

"right."

"and the other," he taps your lips. your sputter, indignant. "plays support."

"one of us has to." you remind him.

it's silent between the two of you as the ship whirs and bellows, taking off from herta's space station without reverie. onto your next destination, wherever aventurine is deigned to be needed, with you by his side, dutifully.

you press your face into his stomach, letting the smell of linen and his cologne envelope you.

neither of you have a choice to play this game. the cards are stacked, and you best not loose count from aventurine's side. you'll be damned if you do.

(there is a 98.769% chance that you are damned regardless.)

at least, at least, you have each other, you think as aventurine bundles you up closer, and you wrap yourself around him. you'll take that, for as long as it lasts.

#lore writes #drabbles #aventurine x reader #repost bc it deserves its own post hehe #this concept has been on the brain #the plot worms #i need deeply codependent reader/aventurine love love LOVE

[nervocat]

★ 📝 — notes: I don't actually know how to dance but the thought of romantically dancing with someone makes me feel all giddy so I decided to write this, sorry if the dancing I write isn't very accurate.. and I went with Fontainian characters because I feel like they'd know how to dance best ig

Also the Chlorinde and Arlecchino emojis are not official and if you know the artist, pls pls tell me so I can give proper credit. Some of these are kinda rushed and quickly put together, but I hope to those of you who read this like it

       — word count: 1.3k , fandom: genshin impact , cw: none , translations: danser - dance/to dance — ✦

                     " Dancing with the Fontainians "

★ — Neuvillette

     He actually knows how to dance to some extent. When you two are in his office and he's not busy, he'll put on some calm, classical music and invite you to dance with him, holding out a gloved hand and asking, "Would you like this danser with me, my love?" to which you always accept.

     You two do the typical slow dance, chest to chest, his left hand on your back and his other hand holding yours out with his as he dances with you and his forehead rests on yours. If you don't know how to dance, he'll do his best to show you where your feet go and how to move. He always makes eye contact with you too with a visible smile on his face as he dances with you in his office.

     Near where the parts where the sing picks up in speed, he typically likes to spin you around and dip you. It was nothing extravagant, but it let you know he loves you. And if you're somehow taller than him (which I doubt) even by an inch, if you dip him in turn, he won't know what to do and start fumbling his steps and words, his face slightly flushed.

     At the end of the classical songs you dance to, he dips you and gently kisses you, eyes closing, and he can't help but smile into the kiss. No matter what gender you were, if you wanted to dance with him, he'd dance. ☆

✦ — Furina

     Furina also actually knows how to dance, despite her childish and boisterous nature. If you don't know how to dance, she'll make a fuss about it at first, but she willingly helps you out while the upbeat classical music plays in the background. Furina actually loves to dance with you, it's a good stress reliever and a good way to pass time.

     If you're taller than her, you'd dip her (because she probably couldn't, but might try) and if she's taller than you, she'd dip you, but you'd still dip her as occasionally if you can. She likes to mainly be spun around herself, but she might spin you if she can. Her dancing will probably always be dramatic, she finds it entertaining to dance calmly yet do a bunch of action while doing so. She doesn't really kiss you while dancing, but she'll touch your nose with hers and smile while doing so.

     She doesn't dance often, but when she does, it's always going to be with you, especially when she's feeling down, and you'll always come to her beck and call even if you're busy it's a little later than when she asks. ✧

★ — Wriothesley

     He's not great at dancing, but he knows the basics. Whenever you visit the Fortress, you come to hang around in his office and you asked one day if he wanted to dance with you. He said he doesn't know how to dance very well, and if you don't either, he just laughs a bit, joking about how you two might trip over yourselves and if you do know how to dance, you're definitely teaching him some things.

     Like Neuvillette, he plays some typical classical music to dance to. He holds you gently in his arms and the two of you sway together and move, foreheads occasionally resting together. He likes to tease you and just say lovey-dovey things as you two dance, and he does it all while smiling. Sometimes Sigewinne would walk in on you two dancing and stifle a giggle if you two stumble on your feet.

     He likes to dip you and kiss you on your forehead and if you can dip him, he'd be surprised at first but then laugh in amusement as you kiss him where you want to.

     You both know how to dance better with time and everytime after you dance with him, he invites you to drink a cup of tea every time. ☆

✦ — Navia

     Very good at dancing. She’ll show you how to dance if you don’t and if you do, you just dance together to the classical upbeat but slow music she puts on. She uses dancing as a form of coping, but she also does it for fun most of the time. She likes to rest her forehead against yours and look in your eyes as you two move and sway.

     She smiles and laughs as you two do this, having a moment away from the world and stress where just the two of you exist. After your dances, she always makes some sweets for both of you and if you don't like sweets, she'll make what you like as a snack and if she doesn't know how to cook it, she'll learn how to cook it for you.

     Dancing is her favorite pastime and stress reliever, especially with you, and likes to just talk and eat with you afterwards and share acts of affection. ✧

★ — Clorinde

     She doesn't actually know how to dance, being the Champion Duelist and all. If you don’t know how to dance but want to dance with her, she’ll try to learn for you or with you. You two stumble over each other's feet a lot and fumble a bunch of things, more so if you don't know how to dance either.

     She knows what music to dance to, obviously, but she doesn't really know where to put her hands and feet. She doesn't mean to seem creepy at all, but she either stares into your eyes with her face showing minimal emotion, or she glances down at her feet to try and move correctly.

     Once she's confident enough, she could try to dip you if you wanted, but don't expect it to be very good. She tries and you don't fall, but it's not a very optimal position. She really does love you, but she doesn't know how to express it, especially in dancing.

     She really does try to learn, but she doesn't have much time to even dance honestly. She feels kinda bad she can't dance, but you reassure her it's ok, and she smiles at your words. ☆

✦ — Lyney

     An amazing dancer and definitely knows how to be romantic. He probably learned some dances from Arlecchino at some point and even though he's short, and you're not to tall of course, he'll dip you every chance he gets, but won't deny being the one dipped and to invite you to dance with him, he'll walk up to you after putting on some music, he'll put a hand behind his back and offer out his hand and say, "Come danser with me, my dear."

     He likes to flirt with you whenever he spins you and dips you and does it as flawlessly as always. If you don't know how to dance, he'll happily teach you, showing you how to move your feet and where to put your hands. He likes teaching you, and every time you stumble, he laughs a bit lightheartedly.

     Like "Father," he also loves and cherishes dancing, it's just a lot more romantic with less unsettling and off-putting tones to the music and dancing. ✧

★ — Lynette

     Lynette also knows how to dance very well like her brother, just less romantic. She doesn't dance much, but she knows how. If you don't know how, she won't question it and immediately start to show you what to do without any kind of teasing. She doesn't care who dips who or even if you dip each other at all, she prefers to spin or be spun anyways.

     She's silent while you dance to the calming violin and piano music, but she has a slight smile on her face as she dances with you, her love. She learned a lot of her dances from "father" but put her own flair to it, so her dancing is unique.

     She's not very expressive but she does definitely love you, just doesn't express that much. ☆

✦ — Arlecchino

     Literally such a good dancer, the best. She knows where to put her hands and feet and stares at you with a gentle smile. She isn't a very affectionate person, but dancing is one thing she can do to show the love she has for you. She likes the classical music like many other Fontainians do, but she has this ominous off-putting tone to the music. The crusty sounding notes being out together to make something nice and classical, but also an unsettling undertone to it.

     She likes to dance with some of the House of Hearth kids, hence why most of them know how to dance, but nothing compares to dancing with you. She doesn't get super romantic, but she gets super into the dancing itself. If you don't know how to dance, she'll playfully tease you for a moment but happily teaches you anyway.

     She doesn't express her love much, mostly due to being away with Fatui duties, but with dancing you can tell she'd do anything for you. ✧

🌊 ★ — © nervocat || I appreciate any reblogs made, and pls don't repost or translate my works anywhere, ty — ✦ 📖

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[theodorequartz]

[ His Companion ] Hazbin Hotel Various x Male Reader

Chapter 2: Love

He was a trusted friend, as most would say.

He was the type of person who would help anyone in need. He just have this warm, gentle, kind aura around him. It made him seem soft and harmless.

He always wears a friendly smile, always get to make everyone feel at ease.He was a gentle and soft spoken person.

He was like an angel.

...

He was once...

He once wondered, what made him change so drastically? Maybe it's the environment he was thrown in. Maybe it's because of the burning hatred and desire of vengeance for the heavens above.

Or maybe it's because he once felt like this before.

Every smile he makes, every sweet words, soft laughter, the hugs, the friendly waves, to others... It was merely a facade. A mask.

He was only ever genuine to Alastor.

The one who held out his hand to reach his own.

Somehow, in an instant, they understood each other. New everything the other is thinking. New anything the other feels.

____

M/n walked through the empty streets of hell. It was silent and tense. It was the end of another year and everyone is aware of what's to come.

M/n sighed and walked further to the streets, turning corners which no one could possibly memorize. Soon enough he arrived to a secluded average house.

Opening the door, he was greeted with an immediate hug. He was quick to wrap his arms in response.

A few minutes passed like this.

" My lord, we can't stay like this forever. You know what day it is today. We have to get ready. " M/n said, lightly patting the other's back to tell him to let go.

Alastor chuckled.

" My dear aide, if they were to interrupt, they'd be gone for good!" Alastor's arms around M/n tightened ever so slightly." I missed you so much, my dear~"

M/n let out a breathly laugh. " We see each other everyday."

Alastor ignored his reply and affectionately kissed M/n's forehead, in which M/n closed his eyes in response.

" We have to get ready," M/n repeated. " Alastor."

M/n doesn't usually call Alastor by his name. He prefers 'my lord' over anything. But he calls him by his name every once in a while, whenever things are serious or Alastor wants M/n to say his name.

Alastor paused and sighed slightly, nuzzling M/n's hair before letting go.

" How do you feel," Alastor asked. " as of today?"

" ... conflicted."

" Of course." Alastor replied, puting on his coat. " You hate killing don't you? You said it yourself. "

Alastor came closer to him and brushed M/n's hair, tucking it behind his ear. He rested his hand on M/n's cheek.

M/n leaned his face in Alastor's hand." Killing... Is not a part of me... "

" But it depends. If the person is truly evil, then I guess it's okay for me. I have no regrets. "

Alastor hummed. He wasn't really convinced. He knows his companion as much as his companion knows him. It's crazy really, how much they know each other so well. It was as if they were made for each other.

" After this, I'll make us both dinner. I was thinking of eating those dammed exterminators meat. But I changed my mind. "

M/n smiled.

" Aren't you supposed to be on a meeting after the extermination, my lord? His highness won't be happy if you don't show up. "

Alastor chuckled, his eyes flashing codes, glitching heard from his voice." It's not like he gets to say anything about it."

Times like this, when Alastor acts like this. M/n was reminded who the person in front of him really is-- a murderous demon overlord who gained his title overnight and slowly reaching the king of hells level.

It's probably terrifying for others, but for M/n.. this was just Alastor. The man who reached out his hand to take his. The one who guided him to this sinful world. The one who treated him with love and affection unlike any other. This was his companion.

M/n laughed slightly. " Alright.. if you say so, my lord. I look forward to it." He kissed the palm that still rest in his cheek. It made Alastor's eyes soften.

A sudden change of wind was felt. Alastor's and M/n's eyes glowed menacingly.

It was time.

Alastor's hand wrapped around M/n's waist.

" Let the fun begin, my dear~"

_____

It was bloody. Bodies mutilated and torn apart. Buildings destroyed. Golden and red blood scattered across the pavement, both from exterminators and demons.

It was a very gruesome sight. For Alastor though-- it was nostalgic.

This sight, this destruction, this scenario... It was almost the same as the day they first met. The day he first really felt love.

Alastor looked at M/n's direction, finding him standing over a dead exterminator, it's sphere in his hand.

Alastor walked towards him, hugging him from behind. M/n leaned on Alastor's chest, his hair slightly swaying.

"... I.. used to have one of these. I didn't understand what they're for. Considering we're in heaven.. and there's no need to fight."

Alastor listened silently.

" So..I didn't understand what they were training me for. The heaven was protected by the high God. There was no need for fighting.." M/n's fingers traced through the sharp end of the sphere, lightly running his fingers along it.

" I've always desired to be admired. To be seen as someone who's worth more than....." M/n trailed off.

" I wasn't naive. I wasn't clueless of the world around me. I just... I just chose to be kind. To.. believe, that anyone can be a better person if they really try.. if they were given a chance."

Alastor new that he wasn't only talking about the time he was a heavenly being, he was also talking as himself... When he was still a living human, walking on the surface of the earth.

" Alastor..? " M/n's voice echoed around them. It was soft, gentle.

Alastor stayed silent.

" Do you believe that anyone can be a better person... if they really really try..? "

"... no. " Alastor's answer was firm and steady.

" Oh... "

Silence stayed between them for a while.

" I love you... Al. "

" I love you too.. my dearest companion. "

#alastor x reader #male reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin lucifer #helluva boss x reader #hazbin exterminators #yandere alastor #alastor x male reader #yandere x reader

[daytaker]

Hello! I’ve viewed your blog a few times and i really really like the way that you write, so when I learned that asks were i couldn’t help but make a request. Can we get some headcaons of the brothers meeting MC’s family for the first time and already Mama MC doesn’t like any of them because “they took away her baby.” Sorry if this is a little cringe.

But of course!

(Part 2: The Dateables + Luke)

"Mom, Dad, meet seven of my boyfriends."

...is what you want to say, but you know better than to panic your parents and fluster your totally platonic demon friends at a time like this.

And what a time it is. Here you are, surrounded by your parents, an aunt, your grandpa, and your sister, trying to calm your mother down from yet another diatribe about how you can't just get up and leave for a year---I mean, God, the police were looking for you! The police! You realize we thought they'd find your body in the woods somewhere? How could you do this to us?!---when suddenly:

Knock, knock. Knock knock knock knock knock knock. Thud. Thud. Thud.

"MC! Hey MC!"

"Mammon, if they hear you, you'll ruin the surprise!"

You and your relatives stare at the door. Then they all look at you. You give an awkward smile.

"Just give me a minute... I think those are some friends of mine..."

You really wish you lived somewhere besides a one bedroom apartment, but honestly, impossible in this economy. So you don't have anywhere remotely private to tell the brothers to scatter until the dust clears. In fact, the instant you open the door, Asmodeus flings his arms around you and kisses you on the cheek---in full view of your family, mind you!---and Beel shoves a box of half-eaten chocolates into your hand. Then seven voices are all clamoring for your attention at once on one end, and another five behind you. There are thirteen individuals in this tiny apartment, you realize, and you don't even have enough seats for your family to all sit. Your sister's seated on the floor.

"Heyyyyy guys, now's....not a great time...." A smile is plastered to your face as you tip your head in the direction of your extremely concerned parents. "And...seriously? It hasn't been two weeks yet."

Mammon looks confused, then indignant. "What? ...Hey, what the hell? You're already makin' new friends?! We really that replaceable?!"

Lucifer, who stands in the back holding a balloon bouquet with a jarringly serious expression on his face, speaks up. "I believe those are MC's relatives, Mammon. It seems we came at an inopportune time after all."

"Relatives?!" Asmo and Mammon hurry on over to give them all a good look-over, the others curiously observing.

"You're MC's mom, aren't you! Oh, MC! I see where you get your cheekbones!" Asmo gushes as your mother stares at him like he's from another planet. Which he sort of is, in a sense.

"MC? Who are these people?" your grandpa asks with bewilderment and not a small amount of concern.

"They're, um..."

"They're hot." Your sister waves her fingers at the group, and you wish you had perma-died in that attic.

You need to explain yourself quickly. On the spot. You'd already told your family you'd had a bit of a quarter-life crisis and gone backpacking across the country for the year, working through the mental collapse that living in the 21st century inevitably caused, so you ride off of that. These are a ragtag bunch you met on the road, you explain. You'd spent the better part of last year roughing it from the hills of Kentucky to the forests of Washington with these guys, and you'd become incredibly close as a result. You'd lived together, laughed together, loved together, and some of them even tried to kill you on a few occasions.

("'Tried'?" mutters Satan, and Belphie gives him a death glare.)

Under the leadership of the charismatic eldest brother, Lucifer, you'd become so close that it felt as if your very souls were somehow tethered---

"I'm sorry, 'Lucifer'?" Your mom has had just about enough of this. She approaches you with a look of heartbreaking concern in her eyes and cups your face. "....Baby, did you join a cult?"

"Who does she think she is, callin' 'em that?" seethes Mammon under his breath.

"Mammon, she's my MOM."

"Alright, I think I've seen enough." Dad gets up and eyes the boys sternly. "I dunno what you've been doing with my child, but it's gonna stop, you understand? I've got a homicide detective on speed dial because of you clowns."

"Is this where they get their assertiveness from?" speculated Levi to Beel, who simply shrugged.

"Listen, I think you're all just...misunderstanding each other!" Son of Gardonus, where are you even supposed to start? You grab the nearest demon---

(Individual brothers are below the cut!)

Lucifer

"This is Lucifer."

He gives you a look that says 'you really are as stupid as I've sometimes feared'. Why didn't you come up with a fake name?

"That was a joke."

Good, things are still salvageable.

"Because following his instructions is a lot like being in Hell."

He hates you.

"If that's the devil, then call me a sinner," your aunt says, sipping her third glass of wine.

"His real name is Boris."

He hates you so much.

"Pretty well-dressed for a man who spent a year on the road," observes your Mom with undisguised distrust. "Let me guess: while you were out gathering food and panhandling to survive, he stayed indoors doing whatever the hell he felt like doing, and at the end of the day, you'd take everything you'd earned and hand it over to him, and he'd toss you some pittance in return."

"How does she know that?!" Mammon gasps.

You try explaining to your mom that there was no cult, but she hushes you remorselessly.

You beg Lucifer with your eyes not to kill your entire family please. It seems to work.

Mammon

"Mammon, these are my parents. Mom, Dad, this is Mammon. Mammon, say hello."

"Hello. Agh! Dammit! You're really gonna use that now?!"

Oops. Pact magic. It can be a little unpredictable at times. You ruffle his hair apologetically.

The two of you were pretty much inseparable over the last year, you explain. "Best buds, pretty much." He was the first of the group you got close with. Mammon seems extremely proud of this.

"Please tell me 'best bud' isn't a euphemism, MC." Your dad gives you a pleading look. "I don't know how many more surprises I can take today." You two seem far too affectionate and touchy-feely for his liking.

Your sister grins at him from her seat on the floor, which seems to embarrass and confuse him tremendously. He's refusing to look at her. Poor guy. The two of you do look a lot alike...

Levi

"This is Levi."

"Ah, that almost sounds like a normal name. Why Leh-vee, though? Why don't you pronounce it LEE-vie?

"It's short for Leviathan," he says before you can stop him.

Your sister starts cackling and Levi is very embarrassed and indignant but mostly confused.

"Is this like a cult thing?" your aunt asks. "Naming everyone after biblical demons?" She nods and raises her eyebrows, impressed, and lifts her glass in Lucifer's direction.

"And you've been out roughing it in the great outdoors?" your grandpa asks.

"Errrr..."

"Yes, he has."

"Hmm...." Grandpa stares at Levi without a word, and your sister cackles again, and Levi looks like he'll either start bawling or go full demon and kill everybody in a sort of panicked rage. You return him to his brothers.

Satan

"This is---"

"I'm Derek. Nice to meet you."

You side-eye Satan. Apparently he was not taking any risks of you straight up calling him 'Satan' in front of everyone.

Your sister and aunt both look disappointed by this name, which seems to please Satan a whole lot.

"So," your mom says, thinking this little introduction has gotten off to way too friendly a start, "you're another one of MC's... 'friends', are you?"

"Yep," you say, refusing to acknowledge that there was any innuendo to read into.

"How the hell did you get wrapped up in a cult, Derek?" your aunt asks incredulously. "You look like you came straight from a prep school... Or the Ivies, or something. Kid, let me tell you what." She points a finger at Satan without giving him an opportunity to respond. "Let me tell you, you're gonna kick yourself when you're old and ugly and you realize you wasted your time in a cult looking like you were headed to a game of polo."

"You should've given yourself a cool name like those other guys," your sister throws in.

"Guys, please."

"What? At least the other guys had character. Lucifer, the sexy vampire prince, or something. Mammon, the... Is he a himbo or a bad boy?" ("A himbo," you confirm.) "Mammon, the hellish himbo! Leviathan, a literal fish out of water! But him? This guy's just Derek from IT." Your sister blows a raspberry and gives a thumb down. "Next."

Behind you, you hear Lucifer mutter, "Mammon. Levi. Hold Satan back."

Asmo

"This is Asmo. Please don't tear him a new one, he's---"

Your sister shakes her head. "I would NEVER. This guy looks like so much fun. Like, I'm getting shopping all day, clubbing all night vibes, am I right?"

Asmo winks at your sister, and she blushes. She blushes. You're in awe.

"Hellooooo~! I'm Asmodeus, and it's wonderful to meet you all!"

"You're the one that kissed my grandchild," Grandpa recalls, raising an accusatory finger at him.

"But MC loves when I give them kisses! Surely you all understand, right?"

....

"Right..."

....

Motherfucker, Asmo just charmed your family.

Beel

"This is Beel. Beel, this is...everyone."

"Hi. Good to meet you." Beel is very polite, if a bit uncomfortable.

"Well aren't you a drink of water and a half." You hate your aunt so much sometimes.

Beel frowns. "I'd rather have something a little more filling than water."

You see a look in your aunt's eyes and you jump before she has the chance to strike.

"If you say you're on the menu, Aunt Gina, I swear--"

"What's 'Beel' short for?" your mom asks sternly.

"Beelzebub," Beel answers with an adorable but also infuriating level of innocence.

Your sister is cackling again.

Belphie

Hey, where'd Belphie go?

You look around, confused.

Oh. He wandered to your room while everyone was distracted.

He's sleeping on your bed, hugging your pillow. And drooling on it.

Your relatives stand behind you, observing the scene somberly.

"What's he on?" asks your sister in a whisper. "Like... he's definitely on something, right?"

"Freeloader. That goes for the whole lot of 'em. At least this one is honest about it. Just walks in and treats the place like it's his." Your dad is very annoyed.

"He's got narcolepsy," you insist. You don't know enough about narcolepsy to be sure if that seems like a reasonable excuse, but you're counting on your family not knowing either.

"How the hell did you all get around with a narcoleptic?" your aunt asks, elbowing Lucifer in the ribs. "Hah! Oh, MC, sweetie, I need a refill."

When you manage to get the brothers out of your apartment, you turn around and face your family. They're staring at you.

Your sister breaks the silence. "So like... how many of them have you--?"

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[the-modern-typewriter]

could you write something about a grumpy villain who has a soft spot and is weak for sunshine hero. They watch the hero being shot in front of their eyes so they rush to save them?

could end up with a kiss

your writing is really really pretty

"No!"

The villain watched as the bullet fired. They watched as the hero stepped into its path. They watched as the hero staggered backwards, but the blood in the villain's ears was roaring too hard to hear the cry of pain.

They ran.

They ran to the hero's side before they'd even fully registered the instinct or remembered how legs were supposed to move. They were they, catching hold of the hero, as they crumpled.

The gun-man moved to fire again.

The villain's head whipped towards them, eyes an inferno, teeth bared in a wordless snarl.

The gun-man dropped dead.

But it was already far too late. If they'd been a little closer at the time - the villain looked down at the hero gasping in their arms.

"You can't die on me, you idiot," they said. "Not over something this dumb. Not over a bullet."

The hero wheezed a laugh. "Only you would order death to sod off."

"I'll order anything that hurts you to sod off." The villain didn't think before they saying it, and despite the pain they saw the moment the hero registered it. The confession of it.

The hero's laugh softened. They somehow managed, despite their abruptly clammy skin, to look warm. Sunshine in a bloody ridiculous too-colourful suit. They caught the villain's hand and squeezed. What a thing to waste strength on!

"You're going to be okay," the villain said, and it was not a plea (no one could prove it was a plea), it was an order. "It's just a flesh wound."

It had to be just a flesh wound.

"Yup. Feels just-" the hero winced, "just like a flesh wound. Hospital still?"

Right. Hospital. Obviously. That should have been their first thought. Something better than no no no no no no no.

Others started to rush over - the hero's friends and associates - and the villain held the hero closer. They would slaughter anyone who tried to take the hero from them. To take them from their sight.

They snapped at someone, anyone, to call the hospital and put the damn thing on speaker or heads would roll. They put pressure on the hero's wound, unforgiving and life-saving.

Three days later, they were in the hospital room, and the hero was...more or less okay. They were going to be okay.

"Apparently," the hero said, around a spoonful of yoghurt, as the villain groggily woke up in the uncomfortable plastic chair nobody had been able to remove them from. "You've been terrorising the nurses. Not nice."

The villain blinked at them. Blearily. Once. Twice. Then they registered that the hero was sitting up in bed, actually properly awake and eating yoghurt, and they sat up so hard they fell out of the chair.

"Don't make me laugh." The hero's lip twitched. "I have a bullet wound. I'm not allowed to laugh, it hurts."

"You nearly died."

"Eh. I didn't."

"That's not - you - you can't -" You can't do that. "You got shot!"

"Did I?"

"Yes! You-"

The hero's eyes gleamed, tired, but mischievous.

"It's not like I was there or anything," the hero said. "I had no idea. Shot! Fascinating."

The villain glared at them. Furiously. Their cheeks felt hot, because the stupid hero was doing that stupid smiling thing.

"So," the hero said. "You'd tell anything that hurt me to sod off, huh?"

"Yes. No. You were delirious, that didn't happen. Pain messes with the brain."

"I see, I see."

"If anyone hurts you, it's going to be me."

"Only right," the hero said, with a solemn nod. "Come here."

The villain hesitated, still sitting on the cold hospital floor, in the same clothes they'd been wearing for the last three days. It wasn't a good look. Still, the hero asked, and the villain was helpless it seemed when the hero asked them anything, and so they shifted closer.

"Thank you." The hero cupped their cheek, thumb grazing along the villain's jaw and the villain's breath hitched. "For caring about me. You helped save my life."

"Any time." It was all the villain could manage; a raspy whisper.

The hero was okay. They were really okay. And the villain...the villain began to smile. It was impossible not to in the sheer, dizzy relief of it. They grinned so hard and so wide and the hero -

The hero took one look at that smile, like the first dawn of a new world, and kissed them.

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[lovrily]

hii!! i absolutely love your writing!! 😍 can i request a fic please with steve x fem!reader. mutual pining but they dont know with soulmate au. but steve is the first one who finds out that they're soulmates. thank youu <33

this is so sweet i love it thank u for requesting <3 i'm sorry it took so long, i'm in uni so i haven't had much time to write!! i hope this is similar to what you wanted!! - steve x fem!reader, 4000 words

the fact is that steve harrington knew you were soulmates the first time you opened your mouth, but he thought following that intuition would be corny, so he did not. instead, he let it eat him alive for a decade like a parasite, which made more sense to him to do. in the beginning, at least.

"hi."

this was fourth grade. you and steve had been in the same elementary school classes since kindergarten, and he knew who you were- but not well. you bounced between being quiet and loud; from sitting silently on the school bus with your head rattling against the window, to bouncing around the playground, coattails flapping in the autumn wind. all kids were like this, it seemed. elementary school flew by in a haze of long division, scraped knees, and complementary shaved ice. at the end of the day, every kid would end up talking to one another, at some point, shy or not. but this was the first time you had ever spoken to him.

steve bristled. "hey."

it was an incredibly fascinating phenomenon, you would later realize. the capacity of a child to fall in love with somebody they'd only spoken to once, and for it to never go away, even when adulthood made you strangers.

steve sniffled, cold october wind scratching his cheeks. he had an arm wrapped around the frozen metal pole of the jungle gym, his friends dangling about behind him.

"um," you started. "my friend dropped her journal down there and she's afraid to go get it."

you pointed at the mulch inside the dome of the jungle gym, then to your friend, who was whisper screaming profanities at you for saying, "she's afraid to go get it."

"i'm sorry!" you whispered back.

your frightened eyes followed the trail of mist your breath left in the icy air, dazedly. then you squinted against the breeze, trying not to stare at steve. you didn't want him to think you were weird, and you wouldn't ever have been brave enough to talk to him had your friend not begged for her journal back.

steve swallowed. he heard his heart in his ears; thump, thump. he liked the way you wobbled in the cold, nose all scrunched up as if it would somehow keep you warm.

"you want me to go get it?" he asked. "the journal?"

"yes!" you responded. "if you can. please. thank you."

steve dove into the jungle gym and retrieved the diary like it was a matter of national security. when he returned, valiantly, he banged his head against a rung of the jungle gym and hissed. you gasped, the sound a sharp wheeze.

"are you okay?"

"yeah, didn't hurt. s'fine."

he handed you the journal. the tip of your thumb poked his knuckles when you grabbed it. thump, thump.

"okay," you nodded. "well, thanks. thank you."

"yeah, no problem. you- do you need anything else?"

your lips crept up, threatening to make the widest grin you had ever grinned in your life, but you scrunched them down. don't look stupid.

"oh, no, just this. that's okay."

"okay. just checking."

you blinked at him, then sniffled, wiping your sleeve across your nose. "okay, bye."

steve saw an entire life before him, then; prom, marriage, a mortgage. she's so pretty.

"bye."

that's all he said.

steve's friends laughed like hyenas at him once you had gone. and your friend had dove off the jungle gym to chase you across the field and hiss, "hey, y/n, he definitely likes you!"

you weren't so sure. but you wished he did; that you were sure of.

. . .

steve decided he was going to marry you if you said yes. well, in a few years, at least. he definitely wasn't going to ask you before middle school. that was too early.

middle school came and went and he realized that, regretfully, middle school was also too early to ask a girl to marry you. but he wasn't asking you anything. at all. you never talked to him; and he wondered if it was something he did. he saw you in class, and in the hallways. he saw you help your friends carry their books, and pick the fuzz out of their hair when they couldn't see that it was there. you were kind. he watched your presentations and how your hands shook when you spoke. he wondered why you wouldn't talk to him, if it was because you didn't want to.

"she's just quiet, man," his friends would say. "you gotta' approach her. and, i mean, why would you even wanna' be with a girl like that? sounds boring."

after that, he didn't mention you anymore. to anyone. he didn't like it when his friends poked fun at you, and he especially didn't like that he never knew what to say in return. you were shy, it seemed. or, maybe, you just didn't like him.

or, maybe, you've only talked to her once in your life and if you just talked to her again, she would be your friend.

he decided that this was ridiculous. it was better to never speak to you again, and not have to deal with the scorn of rejection from a girl he had been in love with since age ten.

better to say nothing.

. . .

steve's infatuation became impossible to ignore when you started babysitting max mayfield.

in the fall of 1984- your sophomore year- max's mother contracted you (at a very discounted rate) to watch max when billy, her step brother, could not. at first, this wasn't overly often; just the occasional ride to school and microwaved television dinner. you liked max, and despite her cold exterior, she seemed to like you. when billy realized he could get you to watch max more often at even further discounted rate (a.k.a. no rate at all), he forced her on you more often. what were you supposed to do? refuse to watch her, and let her sit at home by herself? knowing max, she wouldn't sit at home, anyway. she would go find trouble. of course you watched her, even when billy gave you no choice.

this is how you ended up babysitting on halloween.

unbeknownst to you, it was steve's neighborhood that you were wandering through that night. max had gone to meet up with her friends; mike wheeler, lucas sinclair, dustin henderson, will byers- whom you had never seen her hang out with before. she seemed to think they would all be happy to see her, but apparently, some of them were not.

"mike is such an asshole," max huffed.

she kicked at the dirt along the side of the road as you walked. you folded your arms over your chest, fists bundled in your sleeves, hair whipping over your eyes. her michael myers mask dangled in your hand. you hadn't expected to be out all night, you hadn't expected to be working on halloween at all. not that you had other plans to attend to, or anything you would rather be doing, but you hadn't dressed for the weather. a zip-up hoodie was all that shielded you from the brisk wind, erring on the side of winter rather than fall that halloween.

"i believe you," you snickered.

"good. i just don't understand why he has to be such a dick. i mean..."

she continued to flay mike as you meandered down the interstate, having wandered completely away from the sidewalk and any neighborhood you were familiar with. anxiety beat in your chest and pooled in your belly. it had to be close to midnight, and you were nowhere near home. you had to turn around.

"hey, max-"

she ignored you for the distraction of flashing red lights. you had come upon a house; swathes of people milling about outside and dancing dangerously close to the uncovered pool. bodies in bloody corsets and leather jackets swarmed the grass and filled up the windows like paintings. your stomach sunk.

this was steve's house. you just knew it. you didn't know how you knew, but you knew. he always had halloween parties, and everybody came to them. and though you hadn't spoken to steve since, well, elementary school, probably- you didn't want him knowing you had nowhere to go on halloween night. and you certainly didn't want to be seen at his halloween party that everybody was invited to except you.

rightfully so. you weren't friends. he wouldn't want to be my friend.

"oh, shit," max murmured. "whose house is this?"

"i don't know," you mustered. "it's late, though. i'd love to berate mike some more, but we should probably head back towards your house while we do it."

"hey!"

oh, god.

"no fuckin' way," a voice surmised, sauntering over with staggering feet. he was tall, lanky like a pole, blonde as cornsilk. he wore a cheap costume- a blue muscle tank and two fraying boxing gloves. a troupe of boys followed him, each drunker than the last. "i know you!"

"do you?" you laughed, trying to sound unphased. you knew him. he was on the basketball team, one of steve's friends, though you didn't know his name. you wondered if you were about to become the victim of some outrageous, hollywood instance of bullying; like when kids got their skulls smashed in lockers or drowned in toilets in movies.

"yeah. you look alright, huh? never seen you out anywhere before, though. what's that costume? some kinda' track girl?"

thump, thump. your heart was in your ears and your throat. they laughed as you gazed over their heads, scanning the yard. thankfully, steve wasn't around. nancy. he was probably with his girlfriend, nancy.

"you're steve's girl," slurred the blonde.

max glowered. "she's what?"

i'm what?

you blinked like your eyelids weighed a thousand pounds. "no, i'm not."

"yeah you are. he talks about you, like, all the fucking time. well, not so much anymore. cuz' of miss nancy."

the troupe of boys fawned and groaned, mocking and kissing. their laughter filled your ears, an awful sound. they were making fun of you, right? they had to be.

"don't be an asshole," griped max.

they laughed even harder.

"seriously, i'm not joking. he's been talking about you for, like, years. he's obsessed."

your cheeks flared hot and red. there was no hiding your humiliation anymore, no reason to pretend you weren't upset. they could see it. everybody could. how is it possible that you could have made such an awful impression in the fourth grade that steve had been making fun of you for six years? was it that obvious that you had a crush on him?

you positioned max on your left to shield her from the drunken boys and tried to walk away.

"y/n-" max lamented.

"it's fine. no big deal," you whispered.

"goddamn," drawled the blonde boy. "makes sense why he gave up on you. can't even hold a conversation. not nearly fuckin' hot enough to be acting like th-"

the punch that followed landed like a hammer on stone.

you whirled around, clutching max by her shoulders like it would do anything to protect her. the sight before you was something out of dreams and nightmares.

the blonde boy was being hoisted off the ground by two scantily clad firemen, blood dripping from the sweaty skin between his upper lip and nostrils. and it had been steve harrington who'd thrown the punch.

he backed up slowly at first, ringing out his fist like a rag. a black suit was snuff against the breadth of his shoulders, dark hair flopping into his eyes. his eyes scrunched up for a moment, lashes fluttering, and he cursed under his breath. damn. that had to hurt.

you pictured a brunette boy with rosy cheeks, squinting through the cold like it burned him, leaning against a jungle gym.

steve looked at you and you backed away like you would be next. obviously, you wouldn't be. but when he looked at you, his eyes were painted red.

"you alright?" his gaze flashed to the little girl beside you, confused. "both of you?"

he was out of breath. suddenly, you were too. what hell is this?

"yeah," you blurted. "yes. we're fine. i'm so sorry, i don't even know what-"

you took to long to finish your thought. i don't even know what's going on, i don't even know what he meant. why have you been making fun of me?

"i don't know what he said," steve panted. "whatever it was, it's bullshit. he's a dick. don't-"

he faltered.

"i'm sorry," steve scathed. "i don't know what all he said."

"it's okay," you shook your head.

"no." he wiped a hand over his eyes. "it's not-"

"harrington!" the blonde boy shouted. "get your ass over here! now!"

steve kept his eyes on you. "you sure you're okay?"

"we're fine," you nodded, pulling max away, eager to be anywhere else. your head was reeling. "we'll go. it's really alright. we'll just go. don't...don't break your hand."

he made an odd face at you; something amused and furious. you spotted a black glint on the ground. his sunglasses.

you picked them up and held them out. he took them, and your thumb brushed against his knuckles.

thump, thump.

"don't break your hand," you repeated. "just, don't- be...i have to get her home. i'm sorry. thank you."

you took off, max dragging behind you, and halfway home she started cackling. "what the hell was that about?"

. . .

the next summer, babysitting max mayfield turned into babysitting all of her friends, and by then, you were irrevocably intertwined with the upside down, steve harrington, and apparently, russia. you'd seen it all. the demogorgon, the demodogs, steve's bat of one-thousand nails. you'd met eleven, whose pixie cut had grown into a bob, and then bangs. you'd watched her move away, the byers along with her. all of it, you had been there for.

but you refused to befriend steve.

it was the most ridiculous situation (as it always was with the two of you) and you had no idea why. you had no idea why his friends had made fun of you at the halloween party, why your one conversation in elementary school had led him to be so disgusted by you, why, no matter what you did; every class attended, every step taken, every word spoken, every alien-abomination killed- led you back to steve harrington.

steve knew why, of course. you were soulmates. but you hated him. so what was he supposed to do about it? you never talked to him; not when you brushed shoulders hiding from demodogs on an abandoned bus, not when you helped haul him out of the starcourt mall movie theater, his intoxicated head bouncing against the crook of your neck.

he thought about that every time he saw you.

and robin buckley knew all about it. when steve finally caved and told her everything, it was clear to her. she knew, without a doubt, that the two of you were just idiots. and no matter how corny it was, you were definitely soulmates. for better, or for worse.

actually, she knew it before he ever told her. all anyone had to do was watch the two of you.

each time you came to scoops ahoy that summer, steve scooped you a serving of black raspberry chip in a plastic bowl, without you having to order. (he'd seen you ask for it once when robin was working the counter, and had prepared it for you every time since). you were polite each time, saying thank you, you didn't have to do that. and steve would say, oh, no problem. you would turn to whichever kid you were babysitting that day and say, it's my favorite. and each time, steve would smile. but he would turn away and pretend to be scrubbing the sink- which made you think you had pavloved him into giving you your favorite ice cream each time he saw you, that you were holding him hostage somehow, because he pitied you.

this was not the case.

on the occasions in which upside-down business relegated you to riding in steve's car, you always sat in the back, passenger's side, where he could see you in the mirror. steve prefered to drive with the windows down. but his eyes would flick to the mirror, to where you sat in the back. when your hair swallowed your head, the summer breeze blowing it into your eyes and mouth, you never complained. but steve always watched. he rolled the windows up whenever the wind was too strong, without a word.

there was more. when you climbed the rope out of the upside-down into eddie's trailer, he lingered below, hands outstretched incase you fell. when you accidentally snagged your finger on a splinter at the creel house, he set down band-aids and neosporin on the coffee table, and waited around the corner incase you asked for help.

he recognized your favorite shirts. he never touched you without asking, even on accident, even to help. he never made a joke without looking to see if you were laughing. he listened to every word you spoke; to him, to the others, to yourself, but he never pried. he never sat close to nancy when you were in the same room, or robin, even- on the off chance you thought there was something there. he knew your favorite songs, and would search for them on the radio without saying anything. and when you were in danger, he always got you behind him; even if you didn't notice.

"grow the fuck up, steve, just TALK to her."

steve blinked, robin's open-mouthed expression the picture of exhaustion. he swallowed.

"yeah, whatever. okay? i'm not scared."

"don't be dense."

"i'm not dense."

"just tell her you like her," robin huffed.

they were folding clothes at the school, putting them in boxes to donate. vecna had torn a hole in the sky, crimson kindling behind the pewter clouds outside. a storm was coming. things might never get back to normal.

there might never be another moment quiet enough to tell you the truth.

steve nodded. "yeah," he muttered, not unkind. "i guess you're right."

robin threw a bra at him.

. . .

what kind of creep would follow you home in the middle of the apocalypse?

you balled your fists at your sides, charging ahead. the wheeler's house was only a block away, and with no car, you had to go on foot to pick up the remainder of their donations. you were out of breath, sweat beading on the back of your neck, happy and angry to be alone all at the same time. the sky looked like it was bleeding, and everything was changing. so much had already changed, but nothing that you wanted to.

you were aware of the guy's presence behind you, his body a wall of heat, his shadow casting a long grey ghost on the pavement in front of you. his hair flopped over his eyes like some sort of catalogue model, the imprints of his sleeves shown rolled up to his elbows. what a dick.

he'd been following you for about thirty seconds. you were the only person sent to the wheeler's to gather donations, and if this stranger had tagged along for that purpose, he would have told you by now.

you sped up. he sped up. you started running. he reached out his hand, as if to grab the back of your jeans.

you hauled around a wound up a smack that would tattoo your palm-print on his cheek forever.

steve seized your arm.

"what the hell?"

you sucked in a breath. "steve?"

"jesus christ," he panted, glancing between your eyes and your wrist inside his fingers. "you could have killed me."

"oh my god," you breathed out. he released you instantly, and you put your hands on your knees, bending. "oh my god."

"are you okay?"

"shut up! just shut up!"

"okay," he nodded. "okay. just-" he rubbed a hand down his face. "jesus, fuck," he murmured.

"i'm sorry," you stood. lunged closer, lungs deflated like old balloons. "steve. oh my god. i'm sorry."

"no!" he scoffed. "don't be sorry. it's my fault. fuck. i don't know why i didn't say anything, i should have said something."

"i thought you were following me!"

"i was," he nodded. swallowed, like there was a rock in his mouth.

you panted. "oh."

"well, yeah, i-" he squinted. for the briefest, briefest moment, his pupils flicked from your eyes to your lips, swollen in the sun. "fuck."

it was enough. that, right there, that was enough. you suddenly understood.

you saw that stupid brunette boy squinting on the playground, his lips chapped from the cold, his cheeks red as irons. you saw him with blood on his knuckles, staggering away from the friend he had just mauled. you saw his hand outstretched; handing you ice cream, opening the car door, lingering around your wrist.

he hadn't been making fun of you all those years. he liked you.

idiot.

everything bubbled to the surface; you had so much to say but so little at the same time. you were so embarassed, still embarassed, after all this time, after everything.

stop it, you thought. get over it. do something.

so you made a choice.

"kiss me."

his eyes nearly popped out of his head. "sorry?"

you couldn't even repeat it. nerves shot through you like lightning, seizing your heart, making your hands shake.

"if you want to, i mean. obviously. i thought- only if you want to-"

"i want to," he breathed.

"you do?"

"are you kidding me? are you joking?"

you grimaced. "no."

"y/n," steve softened. like a lament, like it was the first time he'd ever said your name. his brows knit together.

he didn't finish his thought. he just did what you asked.

when he kissed you, the two of you locked into place; slotted together like twin shards of broken glass, reunited. his mouth was surprisingly cool despite the blazing heat around you, like his nervousness was palpable, cold to the touch. his hands shook, grazing over your shoulders, your waist, the back of your neck, unsure of where to touch first, like he wouldn't have the chance to touch you anywhere ever again. he landed with one hand on the back of your neck, your hair spilling between his fingers, and the other around your waist, holding you close.

you ducked away for a breath and thought he might cry.

"i have to ask you," you panted.

"yeah, anything," steve breathed.

"at the halloween party, when you hit that guy. you liked me."

"what? of course. always. i always have. i should have said so. i'm so stupid."

"no, you're not. don't say that."

his hands shifted, palms on either side of your face.

"but you weren't making fun of me," you said, even though it was stupid. his pupils were darting across every point of your face- your nose, your cheeks, your chin. "and he wasn't making fun of me. not until the end, at least."

steve's face crumpled. "you're killing me, y/n."

"he meant it?" you grinned. "you did like me? the whole time?"

"for a decade, killer." he grimaced. "stop looking at me like that."

"like what?"

"like that's a good thing. i should've killed him for talking to you like that."

"no," you laughed, because he obviously didn't mean it.

"yeah, i should have. yes."

maybe he did mean it.

you kissed him this time, and you felt him shudder; his fingers twitching across your face. when you pulled back, he ran his fingers over your closed eyes, grazing your eyelashes.

"i'm sorry," he whispered.

"me too," you said softly. "i should have said something."

"no," he shook his head. "no. that's on me."

the two of you sat there for a moment longer. the sky had darkened overhead, the crimson behind the clouds now a shade the color of wine, dark and murky. heat lightning flashed like sirens. hawkins was imploding.

"this town is ridiculous," you muttered.

"i know," steve huffed. like he'd been waiting years to say it. "it's hot as hell. where are you going?"

"the wheeler's, for donations."

"i'll walk you. if you want. next to you, though, not behind you like a creep."

you tried not to grin. "oh, will you?"

steve shook his head, casting you an incredulous look as he fell in line beside you on the sidewalk. "nothing you say could embarrass me, at this point. absolutely nothing."

"why not?"

because i was right, he wanted to say. because i've known we were soulmates since the fourth grade.

actually, it was still extremely embarrassing, so he kept the thought to himself- despite the enormous amount of relief and euphoria it brought him. you'd missed prom, but marriage and a mortgage didn't seem so far off, as long as the world didn't end.

steve just shook his head instead. "nothing. hey, are you following me?"

"shut up!"

. . .

i haven't written in so long i hope this is similar to what you asked for!!! i wanted to write more than just a drabble so i expanded on it i hope that's okay. much love. mwah

#steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington drabble #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x you

[onmyyan]

hello, i LOVE your writing and style and i took a social media break and came back and HOLY SHIT what a time to be alive

i got to thinking about your guys and i do love a reluctant darling, so ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable, so sorry if it does. but the guys doing the absolute m o s t to get this girl to like them. someone who maybe got a couple of rough exes and either knows what to look for and isn't looking for love. and the boys are just like :) oh :) to bad 💐 for you. they get her heart racing and she's a little nervous about it. shes got a mouth on her and aren't afraid to pop off on a rant about how she knows what they are (she doesn't)

Marcos? psh you'll cheat and laugh about it with your friends at some party. you think you can get away with it just cuz you're good looking? go find another person to piss off. and he's all like ☺️you think i'm hot😊😚 love the idea of her being a snarky bar tender at his favorite bar and they have a will they won't they sitcommy type relationship

manny? just buy the book and leave, girlies on the clock, no she doesn't care how good he looks on the motor cycle. totally not. definitely, definitely not. she doesn't worry when he goes really fast on it, it doesn't make her scared. girls just trying to get paid and get peace.

ricky? oh big strong man trying to boss her around? she doesn't need all that. she sees through that tough exterior and her rbf is worse than his. but it ain't resting. she's just loving life with her friends (who aren't as available anymore?? i wonder why??) and she doesn't care when he runs his fingers through his hair. she doesn't want to do that. she'll get her car fixed there- sure- but she won't like it.

gabe? sure he seems fun but ultimately she views him like a movie sequel, seems fun until about halfway through when you see it's the same plot as last time. no way is she falling for that old trick again. yeah he's nice, and and he helps her with groceries when he sees her walking with all those bags. bare minimum raise it, gabriel.

caspian? when's that other shoe drop? when does the sweet charming teddy bear end? (never)and yeah his pastries are delicious. and he's nice. and smells like cookies. and- oh fuck she's in love, better avoid him but SOMEHOW the man is everywhere. doesn't matter. she needs a night in, and yeah she misses him when she's in her place alone. little does she know how close he is. she won't be lonely anymore ☺️

ashley? she can fix up her own house, thank you very much. she's not interested in some old fashion cowboy and his old fashion values. or his arms. or the way he checks in on her, making sure she's settled in ok, finding her way around town, if she's eating alright and if she needs anything and woah- what's wrong with this door? he'll fix it and no. he doesn't want money. she doesn't owe him anything but, if she wants to grab a drink she's always welcome to join him. she won't be thinking about what would've happened if she took him up on that late that night. or how she made fun of his accent.

diego? WHY is there chickens on her door, and WHY is it w o r k i n g? and where is the shirt she was wearing yesterday? it's laundry day. feral fella makes sure everything's going alright and she's got everything she needs. she doesn't want some man following her around like an over grown puppy. or does she?

imagine them giving her they're number and getting a drunk text like

"you don't suck anymore ❤️" and they go feral

anyways hope you like that and are having a good day/night. i do wonder if any of them kidnap darling like in sharing is caring (my guess is ricky, ash, and manny in no particular order) and how they'd deal with a darling like this. have a wonderful day/night.

This is amazing and made me smile like a fool the whole time I read it!! Like wowiewowie you totally nailed the characterization of the guys and I love how sweet and nervous the reader is about this seemingly perfect dude ugh thank you for sending this baby in I adore it

#yananswers #anon submission #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #delmont brothers #yandere oc x reader #caspian delmont #gabe delmont #ashley hunt #ricky delmont #Marcos delmont #manny delmont #diego dumas

[animasola86]

A Night in the Undercroft (1/4)

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!mc Genre: Fluff/Smut Words: 3.8k

Synopsis: After visiting Anne in Feldcroft with Solomon being the horrible person that he is, Sebastian and MC return to the Undercroft for some healing intimacy.

Warnings: NSFW! MDNI! Explicit sexual content! Horny teenagers! First time sex! Oral sex (f!receiving)!

-- can be read on AO3 too -- Part 2 -- Part 3 -- Part 4 --

Last warning: There will be smut under the cut! Enjoy!

The Night (1)

There was a weird silence between them after they had magically re-appeared right in the middle of the Undercroft. Nebbia saw the dark shadows hanging over Sebastian and wondered what she could possibly do to help him. Perhaps going to Feldcroft had been a bad idea. He had seemed so happy at first, so eager to show her to his sister, but then, it never happened.

She didn't even care about the revelations they had had concerning the house on the hill, Isidora's house, even though she knew that woman was important in her quest to understand the whole ancient magic situation. But it didn't matter right now. He mattered more.

And so she walked up to him and grabbed his hand. He looked up slightly surprised, as if he had forgotten she was there for a moment as he was lost in deep, dark thoughts no doubt. She didn't say anything, she just guided him into the back of the dark room until the couch came into view. They'd had their moments on this old piece of furniture and it had become quite special to be alone with him here.

But he didn't seem too keen on sitting down just yet. “We should probably go back to our common rooms,” he said quietly after a quick, mindless glance at his pocket watch. “It's late. I don't want you to get into trouble because of me.” He said that as if it was his fault the day had gone by so fast. His fault it had ended like this.

“I can't get into trouble if I spend the night here, can I?” she replied, watching him closely as she squeezed his hand.

He frowned at her. “Why would you want that? This couch is so uncomfortable.”

She laughed. “I don't mind, as long as I'm with you,” she said and smiled at him. “That is, if you'd like to join me tonight...”

Of course he couldn't say no to that, she knew that quite well. Instead of saying anything, he simply leaned forwards, cupped her face with both of his hands and pressed his mouth against hers almost forcefully, definitely a little desperately. After the initial shock about the sudden impact, she grabbed his wrists and kissed him back just as desperately, leaning on her toes to make it easier to reach him. Her lips closed around his hungrily, and soon enough their tongues met in a heated little wrestle.

Somehow they ended up on the aforementioned couch and once her back hit the lumpy cushions as his body weight pushed her even deeper into them, she didn't care just how uncomfortable the furniture piece was. His mouth, his tongue and lips, his hands holding her, his body on hers and his knees pressing between her legs was all that mattered. She breathed heavily against him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she started playing with his hair. He shifted on top of her and leaned back only slightly, his face hovering over hers as he looked at her out of dark eyes.

He put his hands on either side of her head as he leaned back even more on his arms, licking his lips as he watched her, for any sign of objection, while his pelvis pressed into her, grinding against her unconsciously. She inhaled deeply and let her fingers run over his neck, until she grabbed him and pulled him closer again, their mouths colliding in a feverish kiss. She heard her own noises, a breathless mixture of moans and whimpers, mix with his heavy breathing and the slight squeaking of the old couch.

The kiss was raw and messy, lips brushing and sucking, tongues licking and circling and pressing against each other, before they slipped into the other's mouth and explored every single inch as their jaws collided in an almost airtight fashion. It left her completely breathless and when she eventually turned her head to the side, panting heavily, she felt him kissing her cheek and her jaw until his mouth was right over her ear.

“Are you sure about this?” he whispered and the low vibrations of his voice caused her to shiver deeply.

She inhaled sharply, issuing a tiny moan. “Yes,” she breathed and nodded eagerly. She felt him leaning back and grabbing her chin, making her look at him. Their eyes met and for a moment he was just watching her, waiting for any kind of doubt, his brown eyes almost black in the dimly lit room. She moved her hands to his face, gently caressing his cheeks with her thumbs. “I am sure,” she whispered, hoping to convince him that there was no doubt whatsoever on her mind.

They didn't need to clarify what she was sure about, they just knew what their bodies wanted. What felt right to do in this very instant. He pressed his lips together and nodded slightly, and she saw him taking a deep breath, before he shifted on top of her and rolled slightly off of her against the back of the couch, one leg still right between her thighs. She watched him with her chest rising and falling fast as his fingers moved towards the buttons of her shirt.

This was happening, she thought and smiled as she continued watching him take off her clothes one piece after the other. It was all a hazy blur, with her breath hitching, her heart pounding against her ribs, her mouth running dry, because suddenly they were both looking at the pile of clothes on the ground in front of the couch while a cold breeze washed over their exposed bodies.

She had thought being completely naked in front of him would be more embarrassing, would feel uncomfortable and weird, but it was the exact opposite. Perhaps it was because he was naked too and her attention was focused on him rather than thinking about her own body, perhaps the heat of the moment also just made her mind fuzzy. She found herself running her hands over his bare chest, feeling soft skin and hard muscles, drawing lines over the blush of freckles that seemed to cover his entire body.

He shifted against her, lying with his back pressed against the groove of the couch, while she lay on her side, facing him, their knees pressed against each other. There was still a little space between them, a small distance to conquer before they could indulge in the things that were swimming in their minds. Words were not necessary and somehow it was her who leaned in first, gently grabbing his face as she pressed her chest against his, with her entire body soon covering his, or at least trying to, his frame was still quite longer and wider.

His skin felt warm and inviting, soothing the slight nerves she still had about this whole situation. As she kissed him softly and he kissed her back just as innocently, he rolled her over until she was once again pushed into the cushions. Without breaking the kiss, he moved on top of her, his knee pressing against her thigh until her leg was hooked around the back of his thigh, allowing him to press his pelvis flush against hers – and without any more layers of clothing in between them that meant she could feel something hot and hard pushing against her wet centre.

A deep tremor rushed through her.

The heat had always been there, ever since he had started undressing her, probably even long before that, so it didn't do much to her already red complexion when the realization hit her of what they were about to do. She felt her entire body shuddering just from the thought alone and feeling him slowly moving his hips against her, only added to the excitement that made her heart flutter inside her chest.

Her hands were in his hair again, fingers digging through his locks, scraping over his scalp, as they kissed each other as if nothing else mattered. It didn't, not right now, that was for sure. It was just them and the desire to feel as much of the other's body as possible. If her head wasn't full of static already, she would have wondered about the details, realizing she didn't have as much knowledge about this as she would have liked to have. But even that didn't matter much as she simply followed the urges of her body, the need to touch him, feel him, be very, very close to him.

And somehow she started bucking her hips against him, making him issue a deep moan right into her mouth. Her eyes flew open at the sound and she watched him as he leaned back slightly, his lips parted and as swollen as hers felt. Their heated gazes met and she felt even hotter afterwards as she recognized the darkness in his eyes as hunger and lust. With another quiet groan, he dove down to shower her neck with kisses, gently nibbling on her sensitive skin, and even though she had expected him to mark her once again, like he had done so often in the last weeks, he moved on rather quickly and focused on her collarbones now.

She felt his lips brush over her skin, his teeth grazing and gently biting down, until his tongue licked over the irritated spots, leaving warm and wet markings all over her upper torso, until he moved even further. She arched her back deeper into the cushions, a soft moan falling from her lips, when his mouth closed tightly around her left breast, his tongue flicking against her nipple, before he sucked on the sensitive flesh hard. More noises escaped her and her arms fell to her sides with a quiet thud. There wasn't much she could do except enjoy his exploration of her chest.

One of his hands moved up and started groping her other breast, gently at first, kneading and massaging with long, slender fingers, until he put his entire palm over it and fondled it as roughly as he was sucking on the other. She raised her own hand to muffle the sounds coming out of her throat as she watched him with her cheeks flushed and her breaths shallow. He continued what he was doing, until he switched it up, releasing her left breast with a wet plop before moving his hot mouth towards the right one, then moving his hand to the other once more, always making sure to stimulate both at once.

As he sucked and licked on her nipple, his teeth gently grazing the sensitive skin, he moved his fingers to pinch the other one, rolling and kneading it carefully, causing her to moan loudly at the sensation, as she squirmed beneath him, already overwhelmed by the stimulation. Her free hand found his back and she clawed at his skin, leaving streaks and crescent-shaped marks as her fingernails dug deeper and scratched over him, either to urge him to stop or to show him how much she enjoyed it, she wasn't too sure about what she really wanted.

It was all a blur, really. Nothing she could control or analyse, as much as she would have wanted to. She realized very quickly that she just had to let it happen. Which sounded as if she didn't want it, but she did want it. Very much so. She wouldn't have found the words for it, so she let her body take over. And her body demanded more.

Luckily he seemed to be just as perceptive as he was in his every day life and he noticed quickly that her squirming became more intense. After placing soft kisses on her slightly bruised breasts, he moved his mouth further down still, kissing and licking her soft skin, tracing the edges of her body with his hands as he moved himself down. She watched him breathlessly out of half-lidded eyes, her vision blurry and her head fuzzy, her heart drumming wildly in her chest.

And then he had settled right between her legs, pushing them wide open with his elbows pressing against her thighs. When he looked up and met her eyes, she blushed even more, the intensity in his gaze seemed to pierce right through her very core, causing the heat to rush from every limb right into the middle of her body – right where his head was.

For just a moment she was mortified to have him look at her so closely, in this vulnerable position, but that moment flew away as soon as he pressed his mouth onto her hipbone, slowly moving lower, while his hands held onto her legs, keeping her from squirming too much, mindlessly rubbing his thumbs over her inner thighs. She squirmed nonetheless, more quiet moans and whimpers escaping her as she felt his lips brushing over her heated, sensitive skin, closer and closer to where the bundle of nerves pulsated in anticipation.

But then he leaned back and sat up more, tilting his head as he watched her. She stared at him breathlessly, ready to ask what's wrong, before he moved one of his hands and gingerly traced his fingers down her stomach, a gentle smile on his face as he followed the route of his fingertips from her belly button over her hipbones and down the soft skin right towards her centre. She held her breath as she felt one of his fingers softly grazing along the edges of her lower lips, as if he was thoroughly exploring every inch of her most sacred place – which he was and it didn't seem very sacred after all any more, not that she would have minded.

She inhaled sharply when he used two fingers to gently squeeze her lips between them, running his hand slowly up and down, each stroke causing her to writhe more against him. He used his other hand to press it lightly, but firmly on her stomach, holding her down just enough so she wouldn't interrupt his deep exploration of her body. The heat was back in her face and she raised both hands to cover it as she couldn't watch him any more.

“Don't be embarrassed,” he whispered and she looked past her fingers, seeing him smile at her. “You're beautiful.”

She groaned behind her hands, then heard him chuckle softly.

He continued his caresses, his fingers sliding up and down her folds, still from the outside, until he pressed his whole palm against her and squeezed lightly, coaxing another moan out of her. Rubbing his hand up and down, slowly applying more pressure, she heard him shifting between her legs again. She didn't dare look just yet, but she felt his fingers deepening their exploration when they slipped right between her folds and the wet noise this movement created made her squirm in humiliation.

Another “Shh!” from him didn't quite calm her, but the sensation that this motion caused in her, surely distracted her. She felt her thighs twitch against him almost uncontrollably with every stroke as he started moving his finger up and down the wet inside of her labia, always close to but never touching neither her entrance below nor the bundle of nerves on top. Her breaths were shallow and she couldn't help the squirming, no matter how hard his hand pressed on her stomach to hold her down.

Suddenly she felt his weight on her and when she lowered her hands, his face was right there in front of her. His eyes were on hers, a slight concern tugging at his eyebrows as he watched her. “Should I stop?” he asked quietly, his breath ghosting her lips. She swallowed, then shook her head in determination, bringing a smile to his lips before he pressed them gently against hers. Her hands grabbed his face for a moment, holding him right there as she kissed him back with eagerness.

When she realized his hand was still lodged between her legs as he gave her centre a gentle swipe, she squealed against his mouth and made him chuckle deeply. He leaned back and smirked at her as she threw him a dark glance that didn't quite convey her discomfort, because there was no discomfort. She enjoyed his touches very much, no matter how unfamiliar they felt and how unexpected they came. He gave her another quick peck, then moved his body back down, continuing his thorough research as if nothing had happened.

This time she watched him, her own hand moving down to rest on top of his as he kept holding her down gently. He looked up at the touch and smiled, then focused back on massaging her folds with his fingers. Her breaths became louder and quicker with every stroke and turned into even louder whimpers when he finally moved his fingertips upwards and pressed gently against her clit. Her hips jerked against his hand, accompanied by a shrill squeak that slipped out of her throat.

When he started rubbing her nub in soft circles, she pressed her back into the cushions and stared up at the vaulted ceiling, moaning quietly, still trying to hold back on her noises. Yet his touch was firm and precise, applying just enough pressure, and she soon turned into a whimpering mess, writhing beneath him, her legs twitching badly every time he pushed her button just right. She was almost whining now, her eyes squeezed shut, feeling an unfamiliar tension building up inside her stomach, like a coil being pulled tighter and tighter, ready to spring apart at any second.

As he continued working on her clit, she noticed through the haze of her arousal that he slipped his hand from beneath hers and moved it down between her legs as well. She squeaked quietly when she felt both of his hands on her sensitive skin now and she outright squealed when she felt his finger pressing lightly against her entrance. Squirming more and more as the sensations all became too much for her to handle, she barely registered that he had stopped touching her altogether.

When she did, however, she cracked open an eye and looked down, only to see him shifting between her legs, his hands firmly grabbing her hips as he pulled her closer to him. Still breathing heavily, she felt him tilting her pelvis upwards, causing her legs to move over his shoulders. Snaking his arms around her thighs to hold her firmly, it was now just his face that was hovering inches from her throbbing centre. She gasped quietly and blushed deeply when his dark eyes moved up to meet hers.

Seeing him like that was both mortifying and satisfying, and she couldn't help but stare at him as he started placing soft kisses on her heated skin until his mouth was right over her clit. She felt him breathing heavily against her, his eyes still on hers, and it was the intensity in his gaze that made his next movement all the more breathtaking. She felt his tongue pressing firmly against the bundle of nerves, poking at first, then flicking it, before he really leaned down and closed his lips around her nub, sucking and licking it without mercy.

She threw her head back and moaned loudly, unconsciously bucking her hips against his face. Her hands moved down and grabbed his hair, pulling it almost with the same force and vigour as he worked on her. He groaned against her, the vibration of his voice only adding to the sensations that flushed through her body. If it wouldn't be for his arms holding her thighs apart, she would have pressed them together firmly, in desperate need of even more friction. She was already floating somewhere on the ceiling by now, thrashing and squirming, moaning and whimpering, her insides convulsing and her muscles contracting as the tension built and built, yet it wasn't enough for him.

He unhooked one of his arms and in the midst of her pleasure, she felt him pushing a finger against her entrance and with ease his digit slipped into her. She moaned louder, her voice echoing off the damp walls of the Undercroft. Moving further until he was knuckles deep, she felt her walls tightening around him as he stroked her from the inside, pressing and caressing, before he started moving his finger in and out slowly, while his mouth was still lodged to her clit like a suction cup with his tongue swirling around almost aggressively.

Her unintelligible sounds mixed with the wet noises his finger created, combined with his groans and the slight squeak of the couch filled the vast room and she was begging to any God who would listen that they would not be disturbed by an unsuspecting Ominis right now. She would die right there and then. Yet eventually her pleasure drowned out any thoughts that were left in her head. A bright light engulfed her and the tension inside her stomach coiled up so tightly that when the spring finally released, it felt like an explosion of sheer bliss.

She cried out loudly, her hands pushing his head down further as her orgasm rushed over her like a wave that threatened to pull her right along, definitely drowning her if she wouldn't have anything to hold onto. His groans and struggles against her firm grip went by unnoticed as she squirmed and writhed, arching her back into the cushions as she pushed her hips upwards and right against his face. Her legs twitched, her toes curled up painfully and her body shuddered deeply, before she collapsed again, slumping onto the couch with a soft thud, releasing her hands when her arms fell away boneless and shaking.

She barely felt him leaning back, breathing heavily against her, his hands holding onto her twitching thighs as he watched her in her most vulnerable moment yet. Then he was over her again, his lips showering her flushed face with kisses. All she could do was smile tiredly. He rested his body on hers for a moment, calming her quivering limbs with his comforting weight. She was breathing shakily, her head filled with static. When he reached up a hand to gently stroke her cheeks, wiping away some beads of sweat, she cracked open an eye and watched him.

He looked at her affectionately, pushing a wild strand of her hair out of her eyes, as he rolled off of her slightly. “Are you okay?” he whispered quietly, nuzzling his nose against her cheek.

She nodded and smiled again, unable to do anything else just yet. He kissed the corner of her mouth as his hand moved down her body once more. Her eyelids fluttered and she stared at him, but he only smirked at her.

“I'm not done with you yet,” he whispered.

Notes:

I spent my entire Saturday afternoon writing a four-part smut series, what did you do? Originally this is part of a much longer fic I'm planning, but I just had to get the juicy stuff out first, that's how I roll.

The MC here is my Ravenclaw Nebbia DeLuca.

Part 2 - The Night (2)

Part 3 - The Nightmare

Part 4 - The Day After

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow smut #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy smut #smut #it's 9am let's post some smut

[allur1ngs]

how do you feel bebe would be at a sleepover?? like i can see it as lusher suggesting it, and since the lee mansion is huge ykyk they actually have a theatre room that anyone barely uses… so everyone chills in there for the night and has a lot of wild fun!!! even hyo standing there either in her suit or cute pyjamas would be really funny and the girls would make fun of her for it 😭😭 hyo can never win poor girl

one thing that i love about this mafia au is that everyone talks about hyo never gets a break but then comes up with another situation where she's being tormented by the other girls😭 you guys are so funny ily

but for a sleepover...

you're so right that lusher would be the one to suggest it!! i can see all the girls jumping at the idea for a night in together instead of working! the only hard part is getting bada to agree...

well it didn't actually end up being hard because all you did was ask her once and she said yes.

anyway!! lusher would go all out!! she'd buy everyone onesies and decorate the large theater for a movie marathon with things like fairy light, fluffy throw pillows and buckets of hot popcorn!! she'd also decorate the living room so everyone can sleep there when they really get tired (the couch could all comfortably fit them, it's massive)

and hyo...she'd be sitting in the theater seat behind you, STILL wearing her sunglasses even though she's literally in a theater and it's dark as hell. she does NOT care.

and the girls clown on her for looking like a statue sitting behind you while everyone else (even bada), is having fun. they'd be like, "you're wearing a cute onesie, and you're sitting there with a frown on your face! you look like a grandpa!!"

...okay but imagine you guys are having a pillow fight and bada joins your team (there are no teams, she just doesn't want you to get hit) so she deflects any pillows that come your way and hits them back at the girls

(lets not forget that these girls have CRAZY strength and although they think they can control it, bada is not taking the chance that they might slip up and accidentally hurt you)

but any pillow that bada somehow misses deflecting, hyo is there to defend you!! she grabs the pillow and throws it right back!! she actually starts to smile and laugh, as well as make fun at the girls back for being "weak". and hyo's also the fastest and sneakiest out of all the girls so you know she's getting some good hits in.

but hear me out!! all the girls gang up on them and dogpile onto hyo and bada until you're left defenseless! then lusher jumps in and starts tickling you!!

bada and hyo are struggling and complaining for the girls to get off while they helplessly watch you roll around on the floor crying tears of laughter!!

but eventually after the long night, when everyone's asleep on the couch or in their sleeping bags if they decided they wanted to sleep in one instead, bada wakes up and takes you into her arms, carrying you princess style, your sleeping head against her chest and your legs dangling from her arms, all the way back to your shared bedroom.

she doesn't want you to hurt your neck or get sore while you're sleeping so she lays you in bed and crawls in, cuddling you until the sun comes up.

#౨ৎ melody's mafia au #౨ৎ melody's newsletter #ngl this one is so cute

[poop-fartious]

can i request a wally x reader who ends up in the neighborhood by accident and really doesn't wanna be there, but wally and the others try to turn their frown upside down?

Sure! Hope you don't mind me using this as a more general thing to test the waters out with the other characters (still Wally focused tho). This is also my first time writing Wally as a non-yandere.

WALLY DARLING X GN!READER

cw: none! reader is a human.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Knock knock knock

"Y/N!?" Julie cried out, "Are you in there?"

You huffed and covered your face with your pillow, trying to resist the urge to groan.

This happens every morning since you somehow ended up in this strange lost media world. Your neighbors Julie and Barnaby knock on the door to try and get you out of your house. Eventually, they'd give up.

You hated this. You hated how everything here was so cheery. Not that you hated cheeriness but it was all too cheery. This isn't a world for you.

You listened to the knocking, and Barnaby's endless slew of horrible jokes about being a shut-in. You don't care, kinda, you already tuned them out.

A few minutes pass, and they leave. You heave a sigh of relief and collapse on your couch. You're desperate to return home, and you'll find it eventually. But for now, just being like this was fine.

It wasn't long after both Julie and Barnaby leave that another knock on the door came. Two knocks and a message.

"Mail's here,"

It was Eddie, the only one of your neighbors you ever opened the door for. You didn't particularly like Eddie either, he's just the mailman and if he has mail then you have to get it.

Usually you exchange a quiet "thank you" after his deliveries, refuse to engage with his small talk, and then shut the door and leave him. He knows this, and doesn't engage with you for long.

But today is different, as when you opened the door you found that he has no packages to deliver, and was just standing there with a smile.

"Today's package is…" Eddie said, before wrapping your arms around you and lifting you up off the ground, "Spending some time outside,"

Your breath hitched as he spun you around. You regret opening the door.

Eddie has placed you down on your doorstep, quickly shutting your door and blocking your doorway.

"We're having a picnic and we'd like you to come," Eddie said. You huffed, knowing there was no other option.

—//—

You weren't even close to the picnic site when Barnaby ran over and engulfed you in an eager hug, causing you to stiffen like a board.

"Took you long enough to get out of your house, ey?" Barnaby said, "Did you have a bad ten mornings?"

He patted you on the back. You looked down at the ground, embarrassed. You didn't want to be here. Obviously, Eddie and Barnaby picked up on this.

"You getting embarrassed?" Barnaby asked.

"There's nothing embarrassing about being loved by friends!" Eddie said, acting as if you were buddies, pals.

You didn't want to be here, let alone make friends. You wanted to go home, not to your house here, but your actual home. Yet if you voiced that concern you'd know they'd laugh you off.

You aren't gonna be friends with anyone here.

You got to the picnic site, and was greeted by your cheery neighbors. Julie brought you into another hug, thankfully it was a short hug. She began hopping up and down and flapping her hands as she reveled in your appearance.

Howdy and Poppy gave you friendly waves, while Sally twirled happily. Yet their reactions were nothing compared to the stare that Wally Darling himself gave you. You didn't know how to describe it.

Frank split the neighbors up from you.

"Don't you think they're being a bit overwhelmed? This is their first time out of the house since they got here!" he said.

You took the only blanket available, a very splotchy yet colorful blanket, and sat still. You didn't want to interact with anyone else. You wanted your time here to be as short as possible.

Howdy brought out the food, each of them catered to the specific tastes of the neighbors, you assumed, as each neighbor got something different.

You were last, to which Howdy brought out a cake that said "Welcome!"

"I know you've been here for a little while," Howdy said, "but I still wanted to give you something special as a proper welcome gift,"

You gave a silent thank you, as is polite, and started to eat the cake. It was actually very tasty. You're keeping this to yourself.

"How's the food?" asked Eddie, "Howdy makes some good stuff,"

You then spoke your first words to them. "It's alright,"

You continued eating it, trying to tune out the conversations around you. You were focused on finishing the cake and getting out of there, yet Julie broke you out of your focus.

"They really like the cake!" Julie said, "They finished eating before anyone else!"

Your face flushed, "No!" you let out, "I just eat fast!"

The neighbors chuckled at you, clearly making up their mind.

You turned down everything that they offered after that, saying you were full even though you were not full at all, in fact you were starving before Howdy's cake. The food in the fridge that was somehow there ran out yesterday, and you hadn't eaten anything since mid day yesterday.

Yet you wanted out. You wanted to go to your house and somehow survive there. You didn't want to be around these puppets.

Wally seemed to see right through you, as he made his way over to you and spoke in a soothing voice you didn't expect.

"You do look rather hungry," Wally said, "How long has it been since you've last eaten?"

You didn't answer.

"That long, huh?" Wally said. He pulled out an apple, handing it to you, "Here, eat this. You better watch out for yourself,"

You ate the apple, giving a silent thank you to Wally as you scarfed it down. The others all made comments, as they did, but you didn't mind that.

—//—

The day went on, and it was excruciating. Once the picnic was done everyone went over to Sally's house, as she had made a new play that she performed.

Then, Julie and Barnaby set up some games for everyone to play and you wanted to not play, yet Julie forced you to.

More and more things happened, and by the time the sun started to set you were lying catatonic underneath a tree.

You heard footsteps, it was Wally. He was carrying something in his arms and he smiled upon seeing you.

"Y/N," Wally said, sitting down next to you, "Today was exhausting for you, I could tell,"

You nodded.

"Well, I wanted to give you something,"

He handed you the thing in his hands. It was covered but as you uncovered it Wally started explaining it.

"You didn't smile at all when you were around us," Wally said, "I noticed that. I noticed a lot about you,"

He got closer.

"You really did like that cake, and you may have liked Barnaby's jokes more than you let on,"

He touched your face.

"You aren't made of the same materials as the rest of us… and your chest rises and falls,"

Wally stopped, and you realized you had uncovered what he gave you.

It was a framed portrait of you, smiling, looking up at something.

"I also noticed that you only let yourself smile during Sally's play," Wally said, "It was beautiful, I had to capture it,"

You were at a loss for words the entire time, but Wally spoke up first.

"You truly are perfect, from head to toe," Wally said, "You're the absolute most, and I love every single thing about you,"

He got down and sat by your side, resting his head on your shoulder as he looked up at you with a look filled with adoration and love. It was the same look he gave you at the picnic.

Wally was comfortable, and wordlessly you gave into your tiredness, your eyes closed and you fell asleep.

When you awoke, you found yourself unable to move, as every single one of your neighbors joined you in a sleep pile.

You were a stranger, you came here by accident and you were exhausted by every single one of your neighbors, but just once you thought maybe life here wouldn't be as bad as it seems.

#wally darling x reader #welcome home x reader #welcome home #welcome home arg #barnaby beagle #julie joyful #sally starlet #howdy pillar #eddie dear #frank frankly #wally darling #poppy partridge

[placeinthemiddleofnowhere]

I love him but ........

And hear me out........

Konig, my beloved

Is an absolute IDIOT

Like dhycjfsshiigvbjj

Compliments???? A simple "you look pretty" Is somehow turned into "nice face"

And omfg is this man hella clingy and he won't ask for attention he sulk and follow sneak for it sneaks sitting on the bed konigs beside them thigh to thigh BREATHING DOWN THEIR NECK, till he gets what he wants

Sneaks reading or smthin welp konigs thrown the object away AND FUCKER WONT SAY ANYTHING HE'LL SIT THERE LIKE 🧍‍♂️👀

And oh

My

Fing

God

This man is ANNOYING he'll purposely hide thing on top shelves speak in german to sneak and sneaks like

Girl wtf???

I love him

I do I swear but omg konig ffs calm yourself

König is a SAP when it comes to Sneaky.

I could easily imagine them getting ready to go out and Sneak is in the mirror kinda putting last minute adjustments on their outfit and maybe jewellery if they choose to wear any and König ends up getting caught staring. Sneak looks up at him through the mirror and laughs, turning and catching him red handed.

"See something you like?"

"Maybe..."

König's cheeks would turn pink right in front of Sneak and he'd look away for a second. Then he'd smile real wide and blurt out the first thing he could think of.

"I like your face."

"My face? What do you like about my face?"

Sneak would be giggling their ass off.

"I like seeing you concentrate when we get ready like this. When you bite your lip like that...I think its cute."

And thats the thing, no matter what silly things he comes out with, he still manages to save it. Cause when it comes to Sneak he could spend all day telling them about all the things he finds amazing about them. Even if he's a lil sassy to them sometimes ✨

-☠️-

"What do you want, hm?"

"What makes you think I want something?"

Sneak would look behind them and come face to face with their ridiculous boyfriend. They'd look pointedly down to the arms and legs that have managed to wrap themselves all around Sneak like giant snakes and immeidatley sigh. It's times like those when Sneak likes to recount their date to the museum and will always remember walking through the nature hall, specifically the prehistoric section with the massive animal model that was stood tightly hugging itself to a tree.

"You've gone Megatherium mode," they'd say, shoving him playfully.

"Maybe I just want to hold you," König would say indignantly.

"Or maybe I spent five minutes on my phone and not paying attention to you?" Sneak would laugh.

"...Well, that's certainly a theory."

"Ok, big boy. I know when to take a hint, I'll get off my phone!"

-☠️-

I could imagine them getting into a stupid tiny argument over something sooooo small. While Sneak was trying to push through it and talk to him, König would be there arms crossed shrugging and answering back in German.

"You know that I know you can speak English König, don't do this to me right now!"

"Ich fürchte, Sie irren sich," he'd sniff.

"I don't know what that means!"

And König would stand there smiling smugly continuing to talk in German while Sneak threw their hands up in defeat and gave up trying to talk their side of it.

#rocky start #a rocky oneshot #rocky König

[thevestigeofvanillaan]

Hi lovely!!! Ok im so down for billy

How about one where dom billy is hanging out w you Steve and Eddie. You keep whispering dirty things in his ears, touching him and teasing him whilst he’s talking to Steve and Eddie. He whispers into you ear and warns you to stop because your touches are starting to break.

You still dont listen and he decides to take you on infront of Steve and Eddie. Perhaps he makes you ride his cock and you squirt on it? Praise and degrading?

Ignore this if u dont like it haha , I have lots of ideas

i actually really like this. like why couldn't i have thought of something so.. billy haha. and im so down for billy too babe. hope you like this though!

Hush. B.H

billy hargrove x female reader (steve and eddie are there obv).

content: smut, praise, degradation, squirting, cock warming, exhibitionism, voyeurism (on steve and eddie's behalf), belly bulge, slight daddy kink, mention of stretch marks (sorry not sorry), various pet names, dom!billy, bratty!reader, humiliation, mention of cheating.

You'd been in no rush to trot your way down to where your pretty boyfriend and his pretty little friends had been. In the backyard by the pool occasionally working on carpentry for your new home's backyard to look more "modern" as you'd call it. You wanted cool toned wood, and plants and a lot of green to contrast the gorgeous pool that had a waterfall and rocks. The vision in your head needed to become a reality. Lucky you, not only your boyfriend, but his friends are pretty useful for situations like this. Who am I kidding, you're a princess. Everything is pretty much done for you.

Walking up to Billy, rubbing a hand on his tanned, dampened skin causing him to turn towards you. He'd smile and wrap an arm around your waist, "Hey baby, how's it look so far?" The two of you would look up at the developing wooden accents they'd been adding to the back side of the house.

Placing a big kiss to his cheek before saying softly "It's perfect. Thank you for this, really."

He knew it wasn't him that was doing the vast majority of the work, he'd have better things to focus on like how he only has two cigarettes left in his pack from how many he's smoked today. He needs to sit down on the lounge chairs and drink a beer as Eddie and Steve work on building the base to their design. He'd paint it, and connect it to the house. Hell, he'd do anything but build it. Not only the guilt he'd feel if he messed up but because quite honestly he was lazy, that was the number one cause.

You walked back inside and was reading for a little bit and you look out the window that gives you a view of the pool to see Billy, Steve, and Eddie inside of it just messing around having fun with a beach ball. You smile and bite your lip, your boyfriend looked.. irresistible. His wet hair sticking to his forehead, that pretty smile on his face, and the way he made eyecontact with you and he immediately stopped laughing and gave you a coy smirk before going back to his game.

You threw on your bikini and decided you'd join them for a little swim. You wanted him so bad, and you knew he wouldn't do anything about it in front of his friends. Why would he? He hates sharing, especially his favorite things.

Walking down the steps and swimming towards your boyfriend, he'd pull you into his arms where at first you'd act innocent. Not long after you'd begin to kiss up his neck to the spot right in front of his ear to whisper "You look so good right now, you know that? Somehow you make me want you more and more every second of the day, isn't that weird?" You'd peck his lips softly and chuckle.

The rest of the day you chose to annoy him, bug him until he'd end up just making his friends leave so he could finally take you for being so annoying. He still wouldn't budge. He wouldn't even tempt to lead into your games.

But he was, oh he was trapped. But he wouldn't hear the end of it if they'd found out they left just so he could show his girl a lesson. That's ridiculous, right.

It was when he was on the couch and you walked behind him and slung your arms around his neck to rest down his chest, leaning to whisper naughty words into his ears. What you said this time was.. very.. different from before, though. This time, you finally tell him the things you want him to do to you. How you wanted him to bend you over and fuck you. "I'll be a good girl next time they come over, promise. Please just fuck me, I don't care if they hear." You'd beg and softly moan into his ears when he'd stand up abruptly.

"I need to talk to you." He'd say, walking around the couch to grab hold of your arm and lead you to your shared bedroom. Not before saying "Be right back." To the two who were confusingly looking at one another, changing the topic from what was being conversed before.

Your boyfriend pulls you to the bedroom and holds your waist, "Look at me, now." he says before your eyes go up to his, your head laying slightly down almost like a guilty dog.

"You're being a real brat, you know that? Keep acting up you're not gonna like it." He warns with a low voice and he softly nods at you with a soft yet slightly aggravated face. You nod back softly with a subtle smirk lingering on your features.

" Right.. maybe instead I'll get your pretty friends to get me off instead. Bet they could better than you." You begin to walk towards the door when he grabs your arm, pulling you towards him. His expression made him look absolutely livid.

"Oh so that's how you wanna play, huh? You're a little slut, know that?" He scowls and all you do is smile and slip your free hand to rub over the obvious bulge in his shorts.

"You're so pretty when you're mad, B."

He'd just pull you out of the room, leading you to the living room where the boys would simply be talking until facing the two of you, their attention shifting to you and Billy, who'd still been holding you by the arm assuring a mark to be there at some point.

"So, she wants to give you guys a little show, don't you babe? Is that okay with you guys?, If my little girl gives you show?" He'd say almost sarcastically and you'd watch the boys eyes widen before looking at eachother. "She wants to show you guys just how well she takes my cock, what a little slut she is for me."

Your boyfriend soon sits on the couch chair that sits across the couch in which Steve and Eddie had been sitting, previously sharing an innocent conversation on.

"Strip, how 'bout you show them how pretty you are baby?" Hed say and you'd hesitantly begin to take off your his Metallica shirt, revealing your bathing suit top that you took of as well. Throwing the clothes of onto the marbled floor of your new home, soon taking off the small bottoms to your bathing suit. Now you were left standing completely naked, facing your boyfriends friends. You felt embarrassed, it all felt so taboo.

"Beautiful, ain't she? Go on, tell 'er how fuckin' sexy she is." Billy says the the boys who were examining every curve of your body, practically drooling at every crevice, stetch mark or scar, everything was so gorgeous.

"Real pretty," Eddie would begin and Steve would interrupt saying "Y-yeah. Really fuckin' pretty, you are." He'd send you that pretty smirk and you'd smile at the praise you were receiving from the boys.

"Come here, sweets." Billy would tap your thigh from behind you and you'd turn around. You'd sit on his thigh somewhat close to his knee and begin to ride it softly when he kisses you. "So gorgeous, sweets. Not just me who thinks it, yeah?" He'd look at the boys and they'd mumble words of agreement.

He could feel how wet you were. How your slick was dripping down his thigh, it all made him more than eager to take you. And so, that's what he did. Saying, "Baby turn around f'me." as he holds your hips to help you off him. Your wetness still lingering on his leg, he'd pull his shorts down to pool at his ankles, causing the wetness to be somewhat wiped away.

"Come sit on my cock, face them." He'd grab your hips, leading you towards him. He brings his cock to your entrance before helping you sit down on his lap.

Moaning loudly as your boyfriend splits you apart on his cock. Finally his entire length is inside you and he grabs your thighs to pull them apart to show Steve and Eddie your pretty little wet cunny.

"Fuck." You hear a groan from across the room, looking up a sly smirk appears on your features as you watch the boys watch you.

"Billy, when you- gonna move hun." You mumble out, looking at him over your shoulder. He places a tender peck on your lips before pulling away, smiling at you.

"Not gonna, not yet. This is your punishment." He'd say and you whine, throwing your head back onto Billy's shoulder and he'd kiss your cheek before quietly muttering "I think your liking the biggest part of your punishment, though. Aren't you?" his voice growing to a more quiet whisper, "You love all compliments, don't you sweets?"

You whine and nod, "B, please move." Snaking a hand down your body, feeling the bulge in your belly as your chest heaves up and down, beginning to rub your swollen clit. He chuckles lowly behind you.

"Guys," He catches the boys attention before continuing "you think she deserves to get fucked now? Think she deserves to cum, hm boys?"

"I don't know man, she made you do all this." Steve says with his indeniably hot toothy smirk.

"Do it dude, I'm trynna see what she looks like when she does cum." Eddie pops the gum in his mouth and looks at Steve, who nods yes and fakes a frown.

You feel Billy buck his hips harshly into you, causing your body to move upward and sink back down on his cock at a fast pace. Your moans grew louder almost each thrust as he'd put more force into it each time.

He'd take one hand off your waist to rub circles on your clit, bringing you closer to your release. You watch Steve and Eddie as they softly pump their cocks through their shorts, bringing you even closer to your release.

Till you feel like you have to pee. "Billy, fuck.. Billy I need to pee, seriously." You'd tap his thigh that rests under you.

All you hear is a chuckle, "Oh yeah? Let it out baby, come on. Come on sweets, cum for me, cum for daddy."

And that threw you over edge, but rather than cumming like usual a clear liquid had sprayed from your hole. Billy would pull out of you, you still on his lap and he'd rub your cunt, spreading the juices everywhere. You moan in extreme pleasure as your legs shake and your chest falls up and down, you falling back into your boyfriend's chest.

You felt embarrassed. You'd never even done that in front of just Billy. Nevermind other people.

"Fuck baby. You did so good, sweets, you did. Oh my god, that was so fuckin' hot baby." Your boyfriend praises behind you, softly rubbing your slightly sore tummy.

You smile and kiss your boyfriend softly before getting off his lap. You audibly sigh, "Made a mess on the brand new floor."

"Your fault. 'sides we were probably gonna do that at some point anyway." Billy wraps his arm around your waist, kissing the top of your head before saying "Gonna let them take a spin on ya?"

It was a long night, that's for sure. But oddly enough, seeing the boys after that experience happened to not be awkward. You had been embarrassed in the moment, but you didn't seem to even think about it for a while. That was, until they wanted to do it again.

#vanillaan #stranger things #billy hargrove #stranger things smut #steve harrington #billy hargove imagine #billy hargove smut #eddie munson #harringroveson #harringroveson x reader

[sugar-omi]

Is it ok to make a request after the last one? Like everything about the eloping was just a dream in this one. And Mc is still married to Cove but after getting that nightmare they get all guilty over something that didn't happen and fear if they'd actually do something that would hurt everyone, especially Cove that badly. So they decided to isolate themselves somewhere no one would find them for a while with little explanation to Cove when they leave. Any location really like a cabin in the woods idk. They were supposed to be only there for a week then a woopsie happens and now they get stranded for more than a week. You're choice on how it ends and whether they tell Cove or not about the dream.

Seeing Cove suffer hurts me so I wanna see the MC suffer (more) :)

HAHA I LOVE IT, YESSS LET MC SUFFER !!!! also ik i wrote it as a "y/n" post but i was like imagining jamie as MC/"y/n" and inserting myself in cove's happy ending <3 lmaooo no one said "y/n" couldn't be someone else 😋 i imagine a lotta ppl read y/n fanfics with their oc's or the default name though too but yes tysm for this ask bc this heals my heart, this is smth i would do!!! one time i read 2 separate fics with character A died and in the other fic character B died n i was like "oh okay theyre happy together now<333" ITS SILLY BUT IT MADE MY HEART FEEL BETTER

[read the post mentioned above: "leaving cove for baxter"]

tags : Hurt/(No) Comfort, step 4/wedding dlc, nightmare about cheating, running away, keeping secrets, arguing <3 (cove snaps abt you leaving)

synopsis : you have a nightmare about leaving cove, so you run away to calm down. maybe you should've taken a different approach...

you wake up in a cold sweat that night.

you're shaking and trying not to wake up cove because his arms are wrapped tightly around you but you can't help the tears running down your face.

somehow you shake yourself from your husbands hold and go to the bathroom to cry...

that morning you're very distant, and since cove has to leave for work as he's been away for awhile for your wedding and honeymoon, he just kisses you and tells you that you will talk later.

when he comes home you sit him down and tell him that you've just going through a bit of depression and burn out, and that you're going to go visit lee for a week and come back.

cove frowns up, of course he understands what you're going through and he understands that things are hard but do you really need to go away?

"y/n, please. i understand you're going through something but, can't you stay? isn't there anything i can do for you?"

you shake your head, "i'm sorry, it's just 5 days and then i'm coming back. i just.. i just need some time."

cove feels a bit angry now, you just got married and everything was fine, you were happy yesterday and now you've done a total 180 overnight and won't let him help you!

"y/n you can't just leave, i really don't understand what's going on."

you shake your head, standing up and releasing your intertwined hands. "i just need a little break, i promise i'll be back soon."

you do go visit lee like you said, but after the 2nd day she leaving town for a show.

"i'm gonna miss you!" lee squeezes you in her arms, not wanting to let you go. "you just showed up, its gonna be forever before we see each other~" lee whines.

you laugh, patting her back. "its okay lee, we'll get together soon."

she pulls away, needing to leave soon if she doesn't want to miss the train. "okay.. i'll call you everyday! have fun on the rest of your trip, okay?" a worried look comes on lee's face, taking your hand in a soothing manner. "i hope you can work through that burn out."

you nod. yeah, burn out...

lee sticks her hand out the window, waving the whole way (thank god someone else is driving) until you can't see each other.

you sigh, walking to your car and make your way to the hotel you booked for the rest of the week...

the beach reminds you of your honeymoon... you aren't sure why you're torturing yourself like this.

you sigh, thinking about the dream. well, nightmare to be correct.

there was nothing inherently scary. but since it was from a first-person point of view, your mouth moving out of tune with your thoughts and everything happening so vividly, it was scary enough.

you feel tears well up in your eyes as you think about everyone's reaction.

would your ma really tell you to stay away from the house like that? and lee.. you can't imagine not talking to her.

fuck, you're crying... just thinking about everyone's disappointment and the scorn on everyone's face is enough to send chills down your spine.

you cringe, thinking about cliff and krya, their messages and how cliff looked so distraught when he saw you when he came for the last of cove's things on your nightmare.

you couldn't bare your in-laws hating you. cliff has always been someone important to you, and now he's your father-in-law. he's a sensitive soul as well, and he loves cove so much. of what had happened was real... oh man, the simple idea of how much regret cliff would have makes your body shake with sobs.

and even though you try not to think about cove's reaction to you leaving, its so prominent in your mind.

you start wiping at your tears, even though there's no one around since this is a little edge of beach off the edge of a hiking trail near your hotel, you feel so ridiculous for crying over this.

you sniffle and go to stand up.

it's getting dark, you've off the trail, and you have an early day tomorrow.

the only problem is... you're a bit lost.

you didn't realize how far you were. you're back on the trail but do you go left or right? does it matter if it all leads back to the hotel?

you swallow, you're so fucked.

everything is just going wrong.

first, you get lost on the shitty trail and don't find your way back until daybreak, and now your car isn't starting up, and the mechanic said it'll be a few days before they get it up and running.

you sigh loudly and fall back into the bed. thankfully, the hotel let you extend your stay so at least you have that going for you...

you startle from the sound of your phone ringing... it's cove.

you hesitate to pick up, you still feel sensitive, but you miss cove, and you've already texted him about the situation for the most part..

"hey, cove.."

"y/n! are you okay?" cove's worried voice crackles over the phone.

"yeah, i'm alright, uh.. listen, cove."

you trace the stitch pattern of the quilt on your bed. "apparently, it'll be a few days before the car is up and running. something about a busted something, i don't know what he said. i wasn't, uh, paying attention very well..."

cove sighs. "y/n... I'll come get you or something, and then we can talk about this, okay?"

you feel your heart pick up. "no! th-theres no need for all that, you just hold down the fort, tell the fish I said hi." you laugh shakily.

you can practically hear the frown in his voice. "y/n. why did you go on this trip, seriously. what are you hiding from me?"

cove's voice is rising and cracking with tears at the same time.

it breaks your heart. you can't answer him and it just makes cove more upset.

"do you regret marrying me or something? is that why-!"

"no!" you exclaim. suddenly regretting your outburst but you can't help but deny it since that's not it and you don't want cove to think that...

"then fucking tell me!" cove is obviously crying at this point. "all I know is my spouse left for a 'break' and is now telling me they don't want me to pick them up? be fucking serious y/n!"

you exhale shakily, wiping your own tears.

"i'm sorry..." you whisper, burying your face in your hand.

"sorry for what, y/n? leaving me after we just got married? lying to me? shutting me out?"

cove's voice is deep and his words have an edge.

he's right though, what are you apologizing for? you're acting out and letting your problem consume you...

there's silence, and then cove mutters over the phone.

"... do you not love me anymore?"

you snap up, sliding off the edge of the bed as you snatch up the phone. "no! it's not that! don't say that!" you cry, "I love you so much, cove! don't even think otherwise!"

cove is silent. since you can't see his face you can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

"you know what i... i can't take this right now. I'll call you later."

the phone clicks.

now all you're left with is silence and your own thoughts...

when you finally come home it's 11:47 at night.

cove should be asleep but instead he greets you from the door.

you swallow, psyching yourself up to go to him.

something about the way he watches you from the moment you came into view on the street, to watching you pull your bags out the trunk and then maintaining eye contact (more like boring holes into you since you can't look him in the eye.) as you creep up the pathway to the door of your marital home.

he's silent. just watching. no "hi" or "I love you" or "I missed you, I barely survived while you were gone", just.. silence...

you finally look at him. his eyes are hooded with lack of sleep if the eye bags are any tellers, and yet he stands in front of the illuminated doorway like an unmoveable wall.

your heart skips and clenched. what if he doesn't want to let you back in?

you go to speak and he talks over you.

"was it worth it?"

you gape at him, frowning at his question.

"of course you can't say anything. what did I expect..." cove pinches his temples between his thumb and forefinger.

you gather up some words, uselessly trying to grasp for forgiveness.

"i.. i thought it'd be better if i worked things out on my own... i'm sorry.." you fiddle with the keychain on your luggage. "i shouldn't have done that and uh.. I'll deal with my problems without running away.."

cove watches you blankly. he can't believe you're serious.

"you're not gonna tell me, are you?"

you don't nod or shake your head. you just look at the ground and pray he forgives you.

he stands in front of the door for awhile longer, before he takes your luggage, a little more like snatching it since he grabs it by the side of the handle and tugs it out of your hands, pulling you forward.

"come inside. did you eat?"

you gape a bit, wondering how cove can care for you in a time like this but it reminds you more of a mother who's making sure her naughty child doesn't need anything else before they receive their punishment..

you shake your head. "i'm not hungry right now.."

cove doesn't nod or insist you eat like he normally would. "shower and go to bed then. I'll join you later."

you nod, letting cove's orders sink in.

the bath water is getting cold. and the sound of the echoed sound of water clapping against the edge of the tub makes you self-conscious.

you stand up, letting the water run off of you and robotically dry yourself with a towel before slipping into the clothes cove threw on top of the sink for you.

when you slip out of your bathroom, the bedroom is dark except for the moonlight coming through the window.

you tenderly tuck yourself into bed and close your eyes. waiting for something. anything. maybe for everything to become undone or for time to move past this.

just while you start to get deep into your thoughts, tears pooling in your eyes, cove's footsteps thump against the floor, and you halt your breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

the bed dips on his side. you don't feel him leaning over you or getting into bed and so you turn around, looking at the broad expanse of his back and waiting.

"you're not gonna tell me, are you?"

you say nothing.

"not what's wrong? what happened? how can I help?" cove's desperate at this point. "nothing?"

you pause, fingers twitching because you want to reach out to him but if you did he'll just shrink away from you for sure.

"I don't know.." you finally mumble.

cove hangs his head, fiddling with something in his hand and he lays down without looking at you, flipping over once he's gotten under the covers.

you're both awake, there's no way he isn't and you touch his back.

he doesn't flinch like you thought, nor shake or tell you to fuck off.

so you creep closer. maybe that's a bad idea, wrapping your arms around him as the worst he can do is reject you but you missed him. and everything is eating you up that you just want his comfort..

he let's you, surprisingly.

you rest your forehead between his shoulder blades, curving your body against his.

you reach for his hands, finding them clenched weakly around something.

you wanna shake and cry when you realize it's his wedding band...

he let's you take it from him, and he holds onto your other hand that's tucked under his body.

you shakily slip the ring back on his finger.

maybe, maybe one day you'll tell him.

but when the next morning comes, and cove greets you with a bright smile and "good morning" that only has half his usual cheer, and he continues it for weeks until months have passed since then and it's as if nothing happened, you aren't sure you ever will.

#our life: beginnings & always #olba #cove holden #cove holden x reader #cove x reader #cove x mc #cove holden smut #cove our life #our life cove #cove holden x mc #cove holden x reader angst #angst #hurt/comfort #hurt/no comfort

[carylerxsecretsanta]

Christmas Reminisce

Written For: @lola-andheruniverse

Title:  Christmas Reminisce Author: @theresnosafeharbor4myships Rating: G Summary: Daryl and Carol spend a quiet night in France missing and reminiscing  A/N: Happy holidays, @lola-andheruniverse!! I hope you've found some joy, moments of peace, and pockets of rest this season. Merry Christmas, and I hope you enjoy this quiet fic with your requested moment of tenderness. :D 

Daryl bolted upright, heaving breaths through his nose as his dream world slipped away. He turned immediately to his left, but the spot beside him was empty.

“You okay?”

On his right, Carol stood at the window, the blue-white moonlight filtering in, lighting up her face just enough for him to see the concern written on it. She'd wrapped her too-large, calf-length sweater around her, her arms crossed to help ward off the cold seeping into the monastery walls.

“Mmm,” he hummed noncommittally, throwing the covers away from his legs, grateful to leave the nightmare that haunted him behind.

The chilly air immediately stole the warmth of the bed from him as he moved to stand behind her, and he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her back into his chest. They stood in silence for a few minutes, slightly swaying to a slow rhythm and staring out at the frigid night, the frosted ground, the icy waters.

He'd never intended to stay in France, but he was grateful it'd turned out the way it had or he'd be fighting off the winter elements in parts unknown, and Carol...well, she wouldn't be in his arms right now, he knew that much.

On a good day in the Before, he never could've imagined visiting France. And while it wasn't home and it'd been a treacherous journey through the country, being here in a once-famous monastery was something he and Carol would forever share: the two of them—having separately traversed an ocean—found each other and ended up here. Together.

“Wanna tell me about your dream?” Her voice came softly, quietly, and without demand.

He dropped a kiss into her hair just above her ear. “Some other time.” Another kiss. “Same thing got you up?”

Silence for a few beats, then she murmured a 'no' on a sigh. “Just thinking about home. Hoping Jude and RJ aren't giving Aaron and Gabriel too much trouble.”

He waited for her to continue, and when she didn't, he asked, “Sure that's all?”

He saw her quirk one side of her mouth up in the window's reflection. “Remember our Christmas at the prison?”

He nodded. “Yeah,” he answered, an unusual sense of nostalgia washing over him. He didn't often let himself think about what had been—either the good or the bad. Both hurt too much, and he had enough on his plate on any given day without the added weight of memories. But for a few moments, holding Carol and remembering together, he let himself reminisce. The tree Carl roped Glenn into cutting down. The ornaments the kids made to decorate it. The songs the others had sung in hushed tones that echoed throughout their cell block. The smiles and laughter that accompanied them more on that one day they'd chosen to celebrate as Christmas than any day that'd come before for their group. How he'd felt like an actual part of that group of people.

“We barely had anything to make it an actual Christmas celebration, but it worked somehow.” Carol paused, and he wondered how she remembered it, which moments had solidified in her mind. “Those ugly ornaments the kids made,” she chuckled. “That bitter chocolate Hershel found in the warden's desk drawer that we made into hot choco-yuck.”

Daryl huffed a laugh, remembering Carl's name for the silt water they'd all pretended was cocoa.

Carol didn't continue, and he waited, the cold seeping through his pajamas along his back a sharp contrast to the warmth he felt with her against his chest.

“I wonder what the kids are doing this year.”

He felt more than heard the heartache in her words and wished, like she did, that they slept at home, with the kids and the rest of their family nearby.

The Nest leaders had been promising the kids in the commune a Christmas celebration, albeit a simple one, for the past week. Daryl had ignored the hype, much like he'd done with Christmases in the Before, but he'd noticed Carol's contemplative nature earlier at dinner. He'd sat next to her, deftly fending off the few attempts at conversation others threw their way. He hadn't asked her what was on her mind as they'd readied for bed, instead waiting for her to reveal what bothered her. It didn't surprise him it had to do with the kids. He missed them too.

“Hey,” he said softly, unwrapping his arms from around her and gently turning her to face him. “We're gonna see 'em again.” He cupped one hand along the side of her neck, just below her ear, his thumb running back and forth along her jawline. “Soon as the snow melts and it's safe to sail again, we're goin'.”

She peered up at him, her eyes full of trust and tears. “I know. Just feels like forever away right now. We've been gone so long...”

“Sorry I got caught up in stuff I shouldn't have. I didn't mean—”

She raised a finger to his lips. “I'm not sorry I came looking for you. And certainly not sorry I'm here.”

He nodded, believing her even as guilt sat heavy in his gut.

With a hand to the back of his neck, Carol drew his face toward her until his forehead touched hers. He closed his eyes for a minute, listening to her breathe, feeling her fingers ruffle through his hair at the nape of his neck.

“I'm so glad I found you.”

Daryl felt the breath of her words against his face and tangle in his heart. “Glad you came lookin'.”

She eased away from him a few seconds later to look into his eyes. “It's a miracle we didn't miss each other.”

“Oh, I missed you plenty,” he stated, feathering her hair away from her forehead with one hand. A smile lit up her face. “More'an you know. Never shoulda left you.”

“Now's your chance to never do it again,” she teased.

“Yes, ma'am.”

Carol shivered, and Daryl rubbed his hands up and down her arms to lend her warmth. “Head back to bed?” he asked, head nodding towards the large bed with layers of blankets on it.

She took a final glace out the window at the cold night and nodded. “Yeah.”

She waited for him to settle into the mattress before sliding under the covers and pressing her back against his chest. He draped his arm loosely around her waist as she tucked the edges of the blankets around her body, sealing the frigid air out and cocooning them in warmth.

“G'night.”

“'Night.” Daryl dropped another kiss into her hair and closed his eyes contentedly, the best Christmas present he could ever wish for wrapped in his arms.

#Caryl #Caryl Secret Santa 2023 #gift 1 of 1 #from theresnosafeharbor4myships #lola-andheruniverse

[dangerpronebuddie]

I loove your fics ❤️ I'd love to see kiss prompts 15/16 (I think you haven't done those yet? at least I couldn't find them?)

Thank you for the kind words Anon! I hope this is what you had in mind sweetheart! 🥰🩷

(15 is here and 16 will be a separate post)

Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night 11/?

15. Messy kisses, destroying furniture trying to reach the bed

Summary:

Eddie's heel bumped into the table near the door, sending the rickety thing to the floor with a crash. They broke apart and just stared at the mess for a second. Somehow, the bowl they always dropped their keys in survived. The table itself? Didn't.

"Walking me to the door?" Eddie asked with a fond chuckle.

"Regardless of how well we know each other, this is a first date," Buck declared, walking beside Eddie. "I'm not about to just drop you off."

Eddie smiled, a blush definitely painting his cheeks. He took his keys from his pocket. He couldn't make himself actually open the door. The minute he did, their first date would be over. He didn't want it to end.

He knew what he did want. He just wasn't sure if Buck wanted it.

He looked up at Buck, a small smirk on his face. Buck had been brave enough to ask him out. Maybe he could be brave, too.

"You want to come in?"

Eddie had never asked him that, in all the years they'd known each other. Buck was never really a guest. But tonight was different. The lingering touches and bashful smiles actually meant something. They were finally on the same page. And Eddie wanted to do it right.

Buck looked at the door, then at Eddie. A crooked smile appeared on his face as something dark flashed across his baby blues. "Yeah," he said softly.

Eddie unlocked the door and Buck followed him in. The nerves Eddie was waiting for didn't come. He'd been waiting for them since Buck asked him to dinner. They never showed. Everything with Buck was natural, easy. It made Eddie wonder why it took them this long to get here.

"I had a great time tonight," Eddie said, trailing his fingers down the lapel of Buck's jacket.

"Me too," Buck smiled. His gaze flicked down to Eddie's lips and back to his eyes. "But there's one thing missing."

Eddie tipped his chin up, almost like a challenge. "What's that?"

Buck wrapped an arm around Eddie's waist and tugged him close. Eddie's breath hitched in his throat as he looked into Buck's eyes. Buck pulled him impossibly closer with a hand on his back and pressed his lips to Eddie's.

Nothing Eddie could've ever imagined compared to the real thing. Buck's lips were soft and tasted like the cherry chapstick he always used, and the chocolate cheesecake he talked Eddie into sharing with him at dinner. Even the chaste brush of lips sent sparks stronger than lightning through Eddie.

Eddie wrapped his arms around Buck's neck as the kiss deepened. Buck teased the seam of his lips apart and Eddie made a soft noise, carding his fingers through Buck's curls.

Buck walked them backwards, never breaking their kiss. Eddie's heel bumped into the table near the door, sending the rickety thing to the floor with a crash. They broke apart and just stared at the mess for a second. Somehow, the bowl they always dropped their keys in survived. The table itself? Didn't.

Eddie looked at Buck, who gave him a sheepish smile. Eddie burst out laughing at the absurdity of it all. One kiss and they were so caught up in each other they broke a table. Buck started laughing too, and he was just too beautiful not to kiss.

He cradled Buck's face in his hands and pulled him into a kiss. Buck hummed and gripped his hips, steering him around the mess and down the hallway. He spun and pinned Eddie against the wall, pulling away to trail open mouthed kisses down his neck.

Eddie tipped his head back to give him more room, when a crazy, beautiful idea hit him.

"Stay," Eddie said in a breathless whisper.

"I don't plan on going anywhere," Buck smirked against his pulse point.

"Forever," Eddie said.

Buck pulled away to look into Eddie's eyes. Slowly, a bright smile spread across Buck's face like a flower into bloom. "Did you just ask me to move in? After one date?"

"Technically, I asked you to marry me, and I wanted to way before tonight," Eddie admitted.

Buck grinned so wide his eyes crinkled. "Yes," he said with a happy giggle before diving in to press the word against Eddie's lips. "Yes." They were both smiling so much it could hardly be called a kiss. Buck wrapped his arms around Eddie and began walking them down the hall again.

One of them, Eddie was so kiss drunk he couldn't tell, kicked the table in the hallway. The lamp Karen gave Eddie a few years ago wobbled and fell, shattering on the floor.

"Sorry," Buck said against his lips.

"We'll put one of yours there," Eddie shrugged. He pulled Buck into the bedroom by the lapels of his jacket.

"You just wanted me for my furniture," Buck scoffed.

"That's just a bonus," Eddie smirked.

They fell into bed, and somehow broke Eddie's alarm clock through the course of the evening.

But furniture was replaceable, and Eddie would break every silly lamp or Ikea dresser if it meant having Buck.

#911 #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #fanfic #my writing #Kiss Me Once #anon ask

[synnthamonsugar]

my challenge if you choose to accept it is simply “make Ikora and Drifter convincingly loyal/committed to each other somehow” :D

Among the ruins of a Reef outpost, Ikora Rey bundles into her heavy coat and the arms of Drifter. The air is mercifully still but bitingly cold, the cracked terrain of Rhea claiming the structures piece by piece, twisted metal and broken glass scattered down a rocky scarp. The complex has laid untouched, undoubtedly, since the Queen's deal with The Nine, two decades ago at this point, permanently ending the royal spies' intrusion into their territory.

She hopes hers' and Drifter's presence will not upset them as the Crows' had.

"I'm still a little starstruck you invited me on the mission," he says, winding his arm around her back as she wraps hers around his shoulder. It could have been empty flattery, but she's seen Drifter's lies and honesty enough — more the latter in recent years — to distinguish between the two.

"You're smart. Perceptive. Tough. You talk as well as you fight, Eli, and know exactly when to do both."

In some measure, he would always be The Drifter to her, but he's hardly the itinerant showman she once knew — or didn't know, to be precise. He had stayed, against all odds, growing on a path that commingled with her own. He had become known, and in being known deserved a name. 

The dossier had provided Ikora options. Sometimes he was Germaine. Others, Wu Ming, and others still Hope. The Hidden wore many faces and titles, and though The Drifter was not a part of her order he slithered between identities as effortlessly as any of her own.

"And I know myself. I've shed myself and embraced a new skin, more times than I can count. I am many," The way he hangs on those words sends a shiver unrelated to the cold. "I've been many since before the first brick was laid in the City walls. But all of that? It still don't make me one of your agents."

"Of course not. I would never ask you to work for — what do you say? 'The Man'?" 

He laughs. "Good. Like hell I'd say yes. But I'll work with you. Name the job, and I'll be there at your side."

She couldn't help but smile at his words, warmth greater than even their shared solar light could provide heating her.

Drifter distinguishing between Ikora Rey, person, Ikora Rey, Warlock Vanguard, and IKO-006, Hidden Spymaster would have been unthinkable at one time. Once, she was synonymous with authority, so it felt significant for her to be separated from it in his mind. She had come to find distinctions, too. The Drifter, gambit MC; Germaine, dark age lightbearer, Wu Ming, barkeep, and Eli, pilgrim guard; Hope, unknowing agent in an intelligence operation so deep undercover that the lines between what it was and what it sought to root out blurred into oblivion. He was no longer the avatar of an earlier age of lawlessness, vagrant, huckster selling thrills for a limited time, not worth reaching out to because he'd vanish as soon as she tried.

The struggle to understand Darkness, to ply it to their will to survive its representative had changed them both in surprising ways, subtle enough to escape the notice of all but each other. They had both shed old skins and embraced new ones. Or maybe — become more of themselves, what they'd been all along beneath the molt. 

"Can you imagine telling our past selves that we'd end up like this?"

"Well, I remember lookin' out across the courtyard thinking you were the prettiest lady I'd ever laid eyes on," he moves in for a gladly returned kiss. "So, I'd say old Drifter would be jubilant!" 

"I may have watched you, too, for reasons besides surveillance." She presses her lips to his again, this time lingering a bit longer. "I would be . . . pleasantly surprised. I'm not sure what I pictured for the future, but I was sure you wouldn't be a part of it."

"Did you picture tracking down cultists worshiping a god we all thought was a myth? Things change. Sometimes they change fast, if you're lucky for the better. I'd rather be with you, with the friends I've made —'' there's just a tinge of embarrassment in his words, like he's disused to saying it — "than runnin' away to watch fools brain each other for a cache of glimmer while I sleep every night with a gun clutched to my chest, waiting to be next."

Ikora had often thought of Drifter as a man who defined himself by his pleasures: food and drink, games and partners and adventure. But it was a surprise to hear him admit to wanting comfort. A rosy sense of peace settles into her as she presses her forehead against the rough fabric of his bandana.

"I'm glad at least some things changed for the better."

"I'm glad there's still thrills to be had, in good company." With a soft touch of her cheek he ducks away. Wordlessly they transmat their helmets, standing straight and stiff at a professional distance from each other as the cloaked figure rounds into view.

Their informant has arrived.

#ty for this prompt nem! I hope you like it! #destiny #ikora rey #the drifter #ikora/drifter #synnth fic