#he’d be shouting it from the rooftops how gorgeous you are if not for the very important and deathly situation around them happening

[mci-writing]

I saw this in comment but Ryusui with a fem!s/o who was put in spy team to infiltrate the inner palace 😳 He obvi thinks that you were pretty before but being put in cute clothes and having your hair done would def make him go feral teehee

My first Ryuusui thing sjsjsjsj slaaaay-

I hope I do him Justice and I hope you enjoy reading these headcanons m(_ _)m

Ryusui’s Gem is On The Infiltration Team (Nanami Ryuusui x Reader):

When he’s first revived again, he’s a little too focused on retrieving the others to really focus on that aspect of the mission. He does immediately notice you, Kohaku, and Ginrou missing tho,,,

Even when you slide in with Amaryllis after Kohaku and Ginrou’s petrification, he’s a little busy to fully take in your new look

He doesn’t pass up the chance to get closer to you during Gen’s attempts to manipulate Mozu, taking up the space between you and the conversation and lacing your fingers together

He’s not used to seeing you so dressed up and he’ll be sure to keep you as such once humanity starts reaching its past levels (but don’t be surprised in the future when he suddenly gifts you extravagant outfits and makeup that perfectly matches your complexion)

He finds his eyes gravitating to you quite often, taking in as much of the look as he can while also trying to keep his mind on the mission

Of course, he isn’t shy to come whisper compliments in your ear and hold you close in between work, even at some points proudly proclaiming how outstandingly beautiful his encrusted gem is (No one is amused)

He makes you promise to let him dress you up more after you guys get back to home base, practically begs on his hands and knees, and you don’t have the heart to tell him no

His affectionate callings take on a new meaning after the Soyuz incident when you’re draped head to toe and in the most beautiful garbs Dracos can buy (and Yuzuriha can make with her limited supplies (;ﾞ°´ω°´))

No one is surprised when he’s got you at constant arm’s length on the trip back. You’re either wrapped in his arms or settled into his space, despite him controlling the ship back

He says it’s his reward, but you’re more than positive you would’ve been settled up like this regardless of how everything played out

#nanami ryuusui x reader #nanami ryusui x reader #nanami ryusui #nanami ryuusui #dr stone x reader #I’m of the belief that Ryuusui already spoils his s/o to the moon and back and it’s even worse when he’s allowed to dress you up #so imagine his surprise to see you dressed up without his influence #he’d be shouting it from the rooftops how gorgeous you are if not for the very important and deathly situation around them happening

[strangersmunsons]

Eddie, My Love! eddie munson x reader // valentine's day special series Day 10 Prompt: Date Night ❤️ ~ 2,400 words you and Eddie go out for Valentine's Day.

Eddie can’t help feeling a squirm of embarrassment when he thinks about pitching you his date idea for your first Valentine’s Day evening together.

Admittedly, he hadn’t been paying attention to the calender; the date crept up on him without making a single peep. When Wayne pointedly asked him over breakfast what he was planning on doing for his girl, he just about choked on his cereal.

“D’you have eyes, kid? Every store window in town has been pink for weeks.”

His uncle just gave him an exasperated look, shaking his head.

All day, Eddie’s been scrambling to try and plan something special for you, which has proven to be difficult in a place like Hawkins, where opportunities for romance are pretty scarce, even when one (decidedly not him) has the brains to prepare further in advance than, well…the day of. 

He called you right after talking to Wayne, and confirmed a time to pick you up for your date, whatever it was going to be. He spoke too animatedly on the phone, laughed too loudly to hide his anxiety, but was careful not to let on that he had no idea what the hell he was doing. 

It ended up being only twenty minutes before he was supposed to leave when a lightbulb finally went off. But to say he wasn’t feeling confident about it would be…an understatement, to say the least.

He’s never celebrated this milestone with anybody before. Were you expecting something fancy? Maybe an expensive dinner that you could get dolled up for, and lose yourself in a dreamy whirlwind of fairy-tale romance?

Unfortunately, such extravagance was not only scarce in this rural town, but it’s also a little out of his price range. He desperately wishes that he could wine and dine you the way he thinks you deserve, but for now, on his bar-back wages, this is the best he’s got.

Eddie takes a deep breath, and raps quickly on your front door, pacing on the stoop. When the door swings open, you greet him with a beaming smile that makes you look so pretty it nearly knocks him off his feet. He’s seen it a million times before, technically; but it wasn’t until a few short months ago that you starting training that affection directly at him. He’s still not accustomed to the full force of it, and he’s not sure he ever will be.

“Hi,” you greet him, pulling the door shut behind you as you step outside. You move in close to him, closer than any mere friend would dare stand, but you’re not quite bold enough yet to reach out and grasp his hand, or lean in for the kiss yourself, so he does it for you. And with gusto.

If there’s one thing Eddie Munson is not afraid of, it’s PDA. Why should he care if someone sees him loving on you? He wants everyone to know how he feels. He’d shout it from the rooftops if he could.

“Hi, sweetheart.” He pecks at your lips again, and looks you up and down. “God, you look stunning.”

You try and laugh him off, looking a little embarrassed but not displeased. Eddie raises your entwined hands up into the air, and says, “C’mon, do a little twirl for me.”

Looking thoroughly flustered, you oblige, letting him spin you round — but only just the once.

“Yup, it’s just as I thought. Gorgeous, as usual.” He squints at you. “You got a boyfriend or somethin’ you’re trying to impress?”

You smooth the pleats of your skirt. “I do, actually. He’s ruggedly handsome and has a minor rap sheet — I’d watch out if I were you!” The last word comes out as a squeal, as Eddie suddenly snatches you up in his arms, holding you around your middle, and carries you down the short flight of steps. When both his sneakers are planted firmly on the sidewalk, he sets you down again.

Eddie escorts you to the van, and helps you climb inside. When you’re both seated, he pauses before putting the keys in the ignition. “I was thinking we could see a movie tonight,” he says conversationally. “Would that…be okay with you?” 

He watches carefully for your expression, waiting for the glimmer of disappointment to flicker across your face, but you look perfectly at peace with the suggestion. “Sure,” you chirp, giving him a shrug and and a small, perfect smile.

He tells you which film he wants to take you to, and you bust up laughing, nodding your head in affirmation. Eddie grins back at you, cheeks reddening. 

The drive to the theater is short, and within minutes, Eddie pulls into a parking space and cuts the engine.

Wanting to be sure, he asks you again, “Are you sure you’re okay with this? ‘Cause I know it’s not the most exciting night out, and I — I can call around to some restaurants if you’d rather do that instead, see if I can’t find some place that isn’t booked up —”

You cut him off. “Eddie, this is perfect. I think it’s a great idea.”

He raises his eyebrows skeptically, convinced that you’re indulging him. “If you say so.”

Eddie climbs out of the van while you wait patiently in the passenger seat, and walks around to your side. He’s been very insistent about this ritual since the first date: you cannot, under any circumstances, let yourself out of the vehicle; you must give him his chance to act the proper gentleman. 

Basically, he gets pouty and sulks if you don’t let him get the door for you.

Eddie bows, one arm extended in a flourishing gesture. “Milady.”

“Thank you, kind sir.”

With his arm wrapped securely around your shoulders, and yours around his trim waist, the two of you head into the movie theater. There’s no new releases, no blockbuster rom-coms on this Wednesday in February, so the lobby is practically empty, save for the bored, gum-snapping cashier at the box office register. 

“Two for My Bloody Valentine, please.” 

God bless the Hawkins Cinema manager for having a sense of humor.

The cashier slides two tickets across the counter. You take them eagerly, while Eddie grabs your free hand, allowing you to lead him through the spacious room. He lets you pull him along like a lovesick puppy, totally content to follow you wherever you go.

At the concession stand, he fishes a wrinkled coupon out of his jacket pocket. Fanning himself with the crumpled paper dramatically, he says, “Got a voucher for free candy. You get whatever you want, sweetheart.”

Your mouth falls open, and you look up at him with wide eyes. “You are sweeping me off my feet right now,” you exclaim giddily. 

He shrugs nonchalantly. “I aim to please.”

You make your way to the assigned theater armed with popcorn, your free Raisinets, and a large coke for the two of you to share. Eddie’s not even fully seated in his rickety chair before he starts tossing buttery kernels into his mouth. A few fly astray and land on the floor. 

“Careful,” you chide him gently. 

He responds by picking up another piece and flicking it directly into your face.

“Hey!”

Eddie leans in abruptly, face suddenly inches from yours. He stares at you intensely, the seconds ticking by, then closes the distance by sealing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss.

When he pulls back he’s grinning brightly at you, while you’re rendered speechless. He wraps his arm around your shoulder again, pulling you as closely to him as he can manage with the armrest in the way. 

The house lights dim, then shut off, shrouding the room in darkness before the projector kicks on. Eddie watches the opening sequence of the film with interest, but you watch him instead. 

Hesitantly, you turn to whisper in his ear. “Hey, Eddie?”

“Yeah?” His dark eyes glint in the light of the silver screen. 

“I just wanted to say…I know we haven’t been dating that long, but I really like being with you. Thank you for taking me out tonight.”

Eddie blinks in surprise. His cheeks feel hot — now it’s his turn to be flustered. “O-oh. I do too. Like being with you, I mean.” He frowns uncertainly, gesturing towards the movie. “I mean, I know it’s not dinner at Enzo’s…” he trails off, unsure how to finish voicing his insecurity. 

You wave him off before he has time to worry again. “Eddie, you could take me somewhere to watch paint dry and I’d still have fun because I’d be doing it with you.” 

The corners of his lips turn up in a shy smile. “Really?”

“Of course.”

Eddie kisses you again, deliberate and slow, one hand lightly cupping your jaw. His lips move against yours when he whispers, “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”

~

“I forgot how Canadian they are in that movie,” Eddie snorts. 

With the film over, you and Eddie slowly plod back out towards the lobby, thoroughly stuffed on popcorn and candy and Coca-Cola. 

“Yeah,” you reply absentmindedly, suddenly much more focused on the selection of arcade games that are tucked away in the corner. “Hey.” You nudge him gently. “I bet I could kick your ass at air hockey.”

Eddie grins wolfishly at you, immediately game. “Oh, sweetheart, you wish.”

Both of you take your stances at either end of the table, Eddie fishing around in his pocket for spare change. He slots a quarter into the machine and the board hums to life; what follows is arguably one of the most zealous games of air hockey the Hawkins Cinema has ever seen, both of you slamming the puck back and forth across the table with so much vigor that, more than once, it flies off the table completely and arcs an impressive distance across the lobby. 

And as it turns out, you don’t need to wish for anything at all: you beat Eddie twice in a row, and quite gleefully. He tries to shake off his annoyance.

“You’re being too aggressive,” you tell him sagely. “That’s why you keep bouncing it back into the goal on accident.”

“I’ve never cared for sports,” he says dismissively, tossing his striker back on the now-still table, as though he’s not upset about losing.

“Someone’s got a case of sour grapes,” you tease him in a sing-song voice. 

“I do not.” He pouts. 

You pat his back sympathetically. “It’s okay. We can’t all be winners.”

“Alright, alright. Enough about my athletic ineptitude,” he laughs, poking you in the cheek. He nods over to the claw machine wedged between Pac-Man and Frogger. “Instead of spending my last quarter so you can get three-for-three on air hockey, how ‘bout I try and win you something instead?”

You clasp your hands together and hold them under your chin, batting your eyelashes. “Please do.”

He winks at you, and sidles on over, eyeing the miscellaneous goods piled up in the glass box. There are various toys, stuffed animals, small trinkets enclosed in bubbly-looking plastic containers. “This is my last quarter, you know. A lot riding on this.”

You shrug. “If you can’t get me a prize, we’ll have to break up.”

“Ouch! You’re a cold, cold woman, you know that?”

Eddie’s about to use his last coin, when he thinks better of it. Instead, before the machine eats it forever, he holds the quarter out to you in his palm, and with a deadly-serious expression says, “Blow on this for me.”

You blink at him. “What?”

He sighs with mock-impatience. “For good luck. C’mon, every gamblin’ man knows that.” 

“Oh.”

You blow on the quarter, and Eddie finally starts up his game. The pink tip of his tongue pokes out from between his lips, and his brow is deeply furrowed — the picture of concentration. He wields the control stick like it’s a deadly weapon, with the utmost care and precision. He’s aiming for a small teddy bear in the back left corner, perched precariously on the mountain of toys, but angled in such a way he thinks he might be able to nab it. 

He makes his last minute adjustments, then triumphantly slaps his hand down on the button, heavy rings clacking against the plastic.

The claw sinks down, steely fingers outstretched, and…misses the bear by inches, instead plowing deeper through empty space, and then enclosing around one of the smaller hidden prizes below. 

“You got it!” Your voice is excited; you grasp his shoulder and hop and down in victory as the claw rises again, veering towards the drop-bucket. 

“Yeah, but that’s not I wanted,” he grumbles dejectedly. “What is this shit?”

There’s a soft plunk! as the secret object hits the metal chute, and Eddie quickly opens the flap to snatch his prize. It’s a round, plastic container with a pink lid, small enough to fit in your palm; not unlike something you might find in a gumball machine. The plastic is frosted, so you can’t quite make out what’s inside.

“Can I open it?”

Eddie chuckles. “Well, I got it for you, didn’t I? Sorry for winning trash. I was aiming for the bear,” he hooks a thumb back towards the stuffed teddy, still trapped inside his glass enclosure. 

You ignore the little jibe towards your prize, and pop the lid open. Inside is a little plastic ring; fake silver, with a pasted-on rhinestone in place of a diamond. 

Your lips curl up into an involuntary smile as you examine the ring with joy; you love it. Eddie watches you play with the jewelry, mightily endeared. 

“I guess that’s not too bad, huh?”

“Eddie,” you put a hand on his chest, “you could not have won me something better. Thank you for spending your last quarter on me. I’m the luckiest girl in the world, I swear.”

Eddie takes the ring from you, and holds your hand with the other. “May I?” he asks.

You bow your head. “Of course.”

Eddie’s about to slip the ring onto your right index finger, then hesitates. “Actually…I think it may look better over here.”

He switches to your other hand, and slides it onto the ring finger — it’s a bit loose, but you wouldn’t want to wear it any other way. 

Your eyes are wide, sparkling as you beam at him. “I love it. It’s perfect.”

“It won’t be the last ring I put on you, sweetheart.”

Eddie Munson makes good on his promises. Three years to the day, in the exact same container, he gave you another ring just like your old one — except this time it had a real band, with a real jewel, and he did it on bended knee.

Happy Valentine's Day darlings!! thank you for reading!! xoxo Valentine's Day Special Masterlist

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson reader insert #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader

[trippygalaxy]

Nicknames for you! Pt 1

(This is inspired by @railroad-migraine -sorry for the tag!- and their nickname headcanons for Critical Role! Highly recommend checking them out!)

Includes: Time, FD, Warriors

Pt 2  -  Pt 3

Time

Hon

Actually is the most commonly used pet name between you two. Using it without a second thought, it feels likes second nature the longer you two are together. At the beginning Time called you Honey, but the word slowly got shortened throughout the years. You’re unsure if stemmed from laziness or just because he liked the sound of Hon better. He won’t tell you.

Darling

Whispered in those quiet loving moments with few words exchanged. He hugs you from behind, arms wrapped around your waist, swaying together in the moonlight that shines through the window.

Cupping your face with the softest of touches, while looking at you with eyes so full of admiration and love you feel as though you might burst. You truly feel so loved when he mutters the word, like he’s uttering a pray only you could hear.

Snookums

He heard an elderly couple use it once and it got stuck in his mind like glue. Whenever he’s in a more teasing or playful mood he greatly enjoys calling you all sorts of odd and endearing nicknames, finding your reactings oh so amusing. But snookums takes the cake for his (and your) favourite.

LOVES saying it when the boys are around. He acts so lovely dovey when he uses the name, clinging to you like you’re the only thing keeping him standing, knowing how flustered you get .Those closest to hear the forsaken name let out a choruses of groans from second hand embarrassment and attempt to flee the ooey gooey scene infront of them.

Fierce Deity

My Heart

For many many years, he thought that his “heart” was nothing more the a whole in his chest. It’s been broken oh so many times that there was nothing to “put back together”, that it was simply dust and ashes that scattered in the wind.

Though he soon realize that he was wrong. When you came into his life(?), you brought a heart so full that you shared it with him. You filled that hole he’d been missing for so long, you became his heart. His reason to keep going. His reason to be better.

Dearest 

You easily became the most valued and precious thing the great deity ever found. No amount of gems or offering could ever equant to a single hair on your head. 

His voice rumbles ever so slight as the word rolls off his tongue, looming over you with pupil-less eyes staring you down. Any other would be petrified by the haunting sight of the ancient being, but you? You couldn’t feel more at home.

Beloved

Ever the gentlemen, the god loved nothing more than his Beloved and wanted them to know just how dear they are to him. He quite enjoys seeing them flush under his gaze and tender words, he wants them to know that their very existence gives him so much joy.

Warriors

Gorgeous/Handsome

This man thinks you’re the most stunning being that ever graced the lands of Hyrule and he is more than happy to shout that FACT from the rooftops. (no im not kidding, he will if you don’t stop him). Mostly though, he calls you that whenever he notices you’re feeling down. Hoping to turn that frown upside down.

He understands how some can be insecure about their appearance and if you happen to have to be so, then get ready for the most outlandish and poetic speech of your life. Warriors would rather fight five lynels with a wooden sword and shield than let you feel or think lesser of yourself

Babe

Most common and causal name he’ll use. Yet he most you’ll hear him say it is when he’s jealous and wants to show that you’re together.

 He knows that you are more than capable to handle yourself, especially when it came to dealing with weirdos. Yet sometimes he can’t help the jealousy the bubbles in his stomach, so what does he do? Well he -of course- saunters over to where ever you may be, wraps his arm tightly around your shoulder, brings you closer to him and farer from the creep, kisses your cheek and greets you with a dashing smile and a sickly sweet voice as he states the nickname. All the while, glaring down the weirdo.

Sweetheart

A greeting in a way. Whenever you two are away from one another for however long, he always greets you the same way. A loving smile and open arms, calling out to you and becoming a beacon for you to follow. The name hangs in the air as you two collide, stumbling back as you wrap your arms around him. 

(Apologizes for any typos or miss spellings!)

#linked universe #lu #linked universe headcanons #linked universe x reader #linked universe time #lu time #linked universe warriors #lu warriors #fierce diety link #lu fierce deity #reader insert #tales out of orbit

[collectivecloseness]

Love Languages: Eddie Munson

A list of Eddie Munson’s love languages, in order of favourite down ~

Words of affirmation:

Everyone is always mean to him, it started off with bullying about his wealth or parents, or the fact he was a bit of a hyperactive kid, then people calling him a freak, a weirdo, a satanist, a double repeat senior who’s a drug dealer, overall someone who’d amount to nothing, who was nothing. Even his parents weren’t really nice to him with their words, or at all.

You’re the one person (excluding Wayne) who doesn’t even call him freak as an inside joke. Like hellfire will sometimes do it because Eddie puts on that persona as a defence. But you don’t agree with him the first time he jokes about being a freak, and he never feels he has to call himself that again around you. You never once saw him as a freak, and it means a lot to have that from you.

You’re always assuring him he can do things. Not that he should, but that he is able to. Whether it’s passing a test, learning a new chord, getting through the new campaign he was actually so so anxious about. Anything and everything, you’re always his number one supporter.

You’re the only person Eddie feels like he can be vulnerable around. And Eddie’s actually pretty sensitive, he needs that release. He needed it for so long. He can cry around you, he can spill all his believed shortcomings and failures, he can wail about how screwed he feels for his future, but you’re there soothing him and reassuring him every single time. You never once fail him there, or at all.

You’re the first person in Eddie’s life to ever tell him you’re proud of him, and as soon as those words leave your lips Eddie’s gleeful smile drops and the tears fall, sure his smiling comes back as he continues to shakily hold you tight, but he’s so taken aback all by those words, and it’s like a breath of fresh air is released into his lungs. He’d never heard that before, so he’d never thought it of himself.

Having you say even little things throughout your day “I’m so proud of you. I love you. Good job! I missed you. You can do it! You’re worth it.” any praise or loving words at all just make his entire month. He never forgets a single thing like that that you tell him.

Verbal confirmation from you is everything to him. It’s beautiful having you love him in every single way, but saying those words out loud while looking into his pretty brown eyes is the number one way to get the point across of just how good he actually is, and how much you love him. Sure he knows this stuff, after a while with you, but every time you remind him by explicitly stating it, it just reignites that positive mindset inside him, that only started up when you first came into his life and spoke those kind words. He brushed you off at first with a joking “d’aww, you’re too sweet, thanks” but when you told him you were only saying it because it was the truth, that snapped something in Eddie for the first time.

He caught you looking the first time the two of you hung out alone and asked “What?” With a smile. And when you told him “You’re just... you’re beautiful.” It caused him to freeze. He again plays it off but when you tell him he is genuinely just so beautiful he doesn’t know how to respond. It wasn’t like calling him handsome or gorgeous or sexy, or even beautiful in a flirty way, it was like you were caught off guard in the moment by how genuinely beautiful Eddie was. And Eddie never considered he could be that word, beautiful, to others or himself.

And Eddie is always blabbering on to you, or anyone in earshot, about his love and affection for you.

He will literally shout it from the rooftops, or the cafeteria tables.

And not just how lovely you are as his partner, but how amazing he thinks you are as a person!

He is always telling you sweet words so much others think it’s just flirting, which it partly is, but he always means what he says to you. And he’ll give serious declarations of his love in a tone so people knew, whilst being light hearted and fond words, he was also 100% truthful with the meaning behind them.

No no no do not say a single bad thing about yourself. Eddie does not believe in bad things about you. While he lets you express yourself, he is stomping into the ground any single notion of negativity towards yourself. He will simply tell you how untrue it is, and he will smother you in a serious way with the antithesis of your foul words, he will tell you exactly what he thinks of you, which is all worshipping.

Even things that he wouldn’t see as personal accomplishments or big deals for himself, things he’s subjectively uninterested in, he’s gonna praise you for them. Just because he doesn’t care about memorising 3 poems for class, or scoring a goal in sports, or talking to some girl in class who you really wanted to know where she bought her backpack from, anything that’s even a minor accomplishment for your life, is going to be praised by Eddie. And he notices it. He picks up on everything he thinks may be important to you, even if you don’t think it is/pretend it isn’t at first.

Also flattery works with him, so something to note!

One of his pet names for you is angel, because to Eddie, you literally are an angel on earth for him. He says he thinks you were sent down from heaven, just for him, because you are the only light he’s ever known, and as soon as you came into his life, you made and make everything better. Eddie actually sometimes believes you are an angel. Maybe God doesn’t hate him. Maybe he needed a shitty first 20 years before he could be allowed to even be in the presence of someone as divine as you. You make every single thing better, and you’re Eddie’s entire world. You’re just amazing, perfect. He tells you all this and he worships you.

Physical touch:

Jfc. You are not getting away from this man. In a great way. Even though this is second he is one CLINGY motherfucker.

He doesn’t need to be around you every second of the day, but when he is, he is touchy. Eddie’s not super sexual in enclosed public spaces, like eg hellfire, (unless you wanna be wink wink) but he definitely likes kissing you at your locker. Also it annoys popular people who are the annoying couples who kiss at lockers, that the resident freak is also doing that. Mostly he just loves it though. A small part of him enjoys the feeling of normalcy you give him even though that’s what he stands against, but it’s an intrinsic need to fit in on some level, it makes him feel normal, good, worthy. Although again, he mostly just loves kissing you when he has the chance. Even when leaving for one period he’s moaning dramatically against your locker, asking for one more quick long kiss before he walks you arm in arm/arm over waist to your next class, uncaring if he’s late himself.

He doesn’t need to, but he likes to have an arm around you when he can. He’s just so happy he has a lover, a best friend, a soulmate romantically and platonically, someone who likes and loves him, and loves giving/receiving physical affection, in front of others or alone.

There are positives for him either way. In front of others means you’re not afraid to express your love for him, even if it’s a hinderance to your popularity/acceptance. You want to show that you love Eddie Munson, that Eddie Munson is loved. And you’ll walk harder paths to keep loving him.

But alone shows you’re not just doing it to show off to people that you have a boyfriend. Or it’s a possessive back off he’s mine deal. You love him in every moment, in every place. You want to be with him in his shitty trailer that stinks of weed and unmade bed, with a tv on the fritz and further away from the fun stuff in town than your own place, you want to stay alone with him, and not only kiss him, but hug him, hold onto him, let him cuddle you. You want his warmth and touch and love and you’re not afraid to show it. And boy howdy if he isn’t going to lay all his love on you. He’ll even sing the song for you while he’s completely vertically flopped on top of you, just to get you to smile as he crawls up your body to rest/play.

You let him be adorable and snuggle you and he’s so happy he can be goofy and cute and silly-needy and get all his cuddles in.

He is going to hide in your chest. There’s no escaping that. He likes stuffing his face in your dark warmth, like your neck, and hair, and armpit- even if it tickles or you think you’re sweaty, he’s not moving, saying that probably makes him burrow in more, with a dramatic played out sniff. Plus he kinda likes the smell of your sweat, it’s homely. He likes feeling safe and surrounded and loved by you, with no need to open his eyes or do anything other than be buried in you, someone who he genuinely loves so much.

He also loves skin to skin contact sometimes. It’s not necessary, a hug from you is his heaven on earth anyway, but taking his shirt off and leaning against your bare chest, both your naked arms wrapping around each other, it really lulls something deep down inside him.

Eddie hadn’t really had a hug since he was a kid, apart from a couple of instances, and all his proper hugs since his parents left when he was young have been from Wayne. The last time someone hugged him was Wayne, until you. Eddie is addicted to your hugs, especially at first. He always wants to hug you, saying hello and goodbye, or just talking to his friends in the hallway, his arms are wrapped around you and he’s hugging you from behind. And this man is not afraid to ask/beg for hugs, cuddles, snuggles, kisses, a hand to hold, he will unabashedly ask when you two are alone, because he likes the smile you give him when he’s cute asking and all. But he will definitely touch you in any and all domestic ways without needing to ask first. You two trust each other, you know and understand each other, wordlessly. He didn’t think he’d meet anyone who understood him at all, which he secretly blamed his own ‘freaky’ self for. His causal hold on you is so normal. When he’s seeing you again, even if it’s only a couple of minutes since you last were together, his hands are around you as you both continue whatever it was you were doing. Like coming back from the toilet and wrapping his arms over your shoulders, resting his cheek against your own and swaying you as you continue your conversation with Gareth, bringing up a hand to hold Eddie’s forearm as he greets you again.

Now Eddie is even hugging his band mates and friends more often, but your hugs, casual or closer, are better, even if he is a bit jokingly close with them occasionally which you all laugh at.

He will kiss you anywhere and everywhere on your body when you’re together, even if you think it’s an embarrassing or weird place he’s gonna plop a kiss on wherever’s closest, or maybe somewhere he’s never kissed you before. Maybe somewhere no ones ever kissed anyone before because it’s such an unthought about spot. But he’s not gonna leave any centimetre of you untouched, and unloved by him. Every part of your body, mind and soul has gotta be reminded by him just how much he loves you, every inch of you.

He does love receiving cheek kisses though. And he definitely hands them out a lot. They feel sweet and domestic and he likes the warm press of you against his cheek when you go on in for one. They’re a tender little gesture to him and he likes giving time to you and getting them as well, you probably only don’t get them as much because he’ll normally just peck your lips instead.

He likes kissing your hand too. He loves the whole romantic gesture of it all, and those are things he hands out constantly to you. They never lose their affect though. He’s very charming and he knows it

Eddie will lick you. You are going to be licked. In a sexy way yeah but not just that. You two are gonna be sitting in the car park together waiting for someone to pick your friend up and he’s going to swipe his tongue all the way across your cheek in a fast lick. From chin to hairline. And he’s gonna smile at you after each time he does so. He’s going to lick your hand instead of kissing it as he says hello that morning, he’s going to lick your exposed shoulder blade just because it was there and he let his caveman brain take over, he’s going to make it look like he’s kissing your cheek and going to poke the tip of his tongue there instead. He doesn’t really know what it is or care, just some part of his brain or body sees you and wants to lick sometimes, and who is he to deny the random thoughts that sprout up in his ‘weird’ brain. He also likes seeing your reaction every time he does it. Especially because it’s usually at random points when you’re so lickable, so you’re always surprised.

He may do the devil horns at Carver, and since you’re standing close by to be at his side, lick your ear/hair as his tongue’s already out. The others in school know you’re with him, even if some try to turn you away from him. Something Eddie gets a bit nervous and pretty upset at. Not angry upset, well a little angry at them, but emotionally. You may see him crying one time in the earlier stages of your relationship being public. But he knows you won’t leave him, you let him know how much you love him all the time and he loves that so much, but it is hard at first. Sometimes it all gets bottled up, but you’re always there to tell him it’s okay to cry.

It’s different than the biting though. He will randomly bite you too. Lightly, but lovingly. And it may be a quick nip, a fake gnaw, or he may hang on there until he’s drooling so much you have to yank him away. He just likes having you in his mouth, double entendre intended.

You biting or licking him back is it’s own love language though. He loves that. Please do it again it always surprises him and makes him happy when you do it back at any point. And if you’re the type of person who genuinely likes doing either of those yourself then ooh boy does he feel treated. He may fake hang his mouth open with a big grin in faux surprise or gross-outedness but the teasing is too light because he enjoys when you do it so much.

And he will definitely let you keep his fingers in your mouth if you like that too. It genuinely soothes him back, and he just likes relaxing with you as you do it, he likes watching your face mold as you take them into your mouth, likes your eyes drooping, he likes the feel of your tongue against him. Eddie loves keeping your boobs in his mouth in a relaxing way anyway, just suckling and looking up at you, so he’s very happy if either of you wanna have any part of each other in your mouths.

Whether it’s in a sexy way or not. It doesn’t have to be, he likes it either way and is genuinely happy. And Eddie’s super good at knowing boundaries way early on, he can always tell immediately what vibe is going on with you. And he definitely talks a lot about boundaries with you when you both first start to get into things, and he’s so good at those types of talks you just feel so safe with him, like nothing could ever go wrong.

Hickies hickies hickies!!! Give him hickies please! Can he give you some please? You don’t have to show them off if you don’t want to, he just adores spending time making them on you, finding the spots that make your body react in the best ways, which he always picks up on, and spending his sweet time kissing, licking, sucking, and biting down on them. He always kisses each hickey after he’s finished with it. He also likes giving hickies to your boobs, just a little one pressed to the top of your cleave or something (or all over), he thinks it’s fun.

Doesn’t matter where they are, he really wants your hickies on his skin, he wants you marked all over him, although feeling your mouth on his neck always makes his heart flip in such a thrilling happy way. And he loves loves loves walking around with your hickies all on him. Walking up to his friends at the table, getting told off by some old cranky person for nothing, going on a back and forth of wits with some asshole jock who can very clearly see the love bites not hidden at all by his hellfire shirt, some of them even visible under the white. He’s a melting moaning man as you’re making them, happily pressed against a wall with your hands on his shoulders or little waist, extending his neck for your further aid. He loves feeling you making those marks, he loves touching them afterwards, the physical feel of them, the reminder of your love sticking with him. He doesn’t mind scratches down his back or thighs in that way either.

Eddie is just a touchy guy altogether, emotionally and physically. And he always wants for the two of you to be bonded together, to be happily in each others presence, to just naturally be loving each other all the time.

Having you or him just naturally touch the other at any time is one of his biggest indicators of love, and he loves how it happens constantly!!!

Holding hands and thigh touches and even resting a hand on your knee, if you’re sitting down with other people he’s probably got a hand on you, not even thinking about it, it doesn’t even particularly mean anything he just loves you. He’s definitely leaning into your side as well if it’s a couch.

You two are always standing super close.

He likes when you put your hand on his knee when he’s bouncing his leg, or when you take his hand in his own when he’s chewing his nails. Although if he’s okay, let him fiddle a little! He is going to fiddle. It may even be with your hair, or picking loose the strings of your shirt.

Just wants to kiss you! Not even sexually or deeply he just likes pecking you too! He likes having your lips press back against his as he greets or drifts from you, or you’re talking and your lips look so pretty he can’t help but stare at them, or someone else is talking and he has a second where he’s not running his mouth to just sweetly peck them in the middle of the conversation. If you both look at each other at the same time, chances are you’re both smiling before sweetly pecking, continuing at whatever it was you were doing.

Eddie likes feeling warm. And loved. And you provide that for him with every touch, whether you’re giving it or he is, usually both. With the feel of you against him, no matter how big or small, his brain immediately tells him he is safe, and he just feels right at home. He feels normal, like he never was normal before, and this was always supposed to be his normal. You were. For his normal to always be being loved.

And he’s gonna give that to you too. That’s going to be your normal, from him, it’s all he wants in life to give you. He wants it to be your shared normal. He is just perfect because he knows it is.

Quality time:

He’s so happy you wanna spend time with him.

Joining him for dnd, coming to support his band, eating lunch with him. Not leaving him alone all day in his trailer... just hanging out.

He was a lonely child. Neglected by his parents, Wayne hardly home although he didn’t blame him for that because at least he tried, having no siblings and very few friends for most of his childhood. Eddie doesn’t like being alone anymore, especially now he’s had a taste of life without it. He likes if you can come spend time with him for a bit please, at least so the trailer isn’t deadly quite the entire evening. Eddie’s always hated quiet, even before anything bad had happened it’s just who he was, his loudness sometimes making up for it.

Honestly though he just loves chilling and having a good time. But he loves it 200% more being able to do it with someone, to do it with someone who likes hanging out with him, to do it with you.

Spending chill days where you two have no plans, just smoking weed, listening to music, watching some films, reading magazines (maybe making fun of them together) is really nice for Eddie.

Also please let him talk and talk and talk about dnd he’s so happy to finally get all those thoughts bouncing around in his head out in the open, because someone actually wants to listen to him rave about it. His head might’ve exploded if he hadn’t met you, and couldn’t microdose on his friends he was the leader of. Actually he has a lot of topics like that. Can he go on a three hour talk about the ins and outs and his own personal views on certain topics? He’d love to discuss them finally with someone.

Eddie’s not possessive at all, he is super chill you just going back to yours and him his. It’s pretty regular. He may call you for a sec that evening, or he may not, but everything’s just normal and happy when seeing each other the next day. You don’t need to see each other every day, but he does like to as well, he’s not opposed to it.

He’d like if you were in Hellfire club, and if you came to band practice, or were even in Corroded Coffin, but you don’t have to be. He’d probably really wants you in Hellfire club, and let’s be honest you’d end up joining. There’s the obvious reasons of why he’d like you to join, but with quality time, he knows between dnd and his band, and school and selling and stuff, he wouldn’t have as much time with you. But he doesn’t need to be with you every hour of the day! There’s just a ton of reasons he’d love you in his dnd group.

Like there’s a ton of reasons Eddie would like to sleep with you every night if he could. Not sleep with you in that way, although he’s not against it ;), but he’ll call up (if you’re lucky), or just plummet through your window later at night when he knows you’re still up, smiling cheekily at you and asking what you’re up to, as he casually grabs his comfy clothes he leaves in a drawer at yours, and starts getting changed, jumping onto the bed then under the covers. He will also put his freezing hands from his trailer and being outside under your clothes and onto your warm skin, but you have to warm him up! That or he may call and ask if you wanna come over just to sleep at his that night, especially because Wayne isn’t in so there’s no chance of you two being caught, even if you’re just chatting and sleeping. Doing that at whoever’s every night is not necessary, but it’s nice. He likes falling asleep with you. He likes the both of you saying goodnight to each other in person, those sleepy smiles you both give where your eyes are only half open but you’re all teeth because you’re just warm and happy, snuggling closer and under the covers as both your breathing is the only sound in the room, and you both easily slip into that calmness, in each other’s embrace.

He wants to move in with you as soon as you’re both out of school and have the money. Not in Hawkins, he wants to escape. But if you’re the first to suggest the both of you just living in his van for the last couple of weeks while you save up for a place, he’s all for it.

He likes the smell of your room, the candles or body spray, the air freshener your family uses in the living room, the throw overs on your couch that he just loves the feel of over his socks, the fact he can just relax with you in your home. With your funny baby pictures, and your trophies, and posters of awful bands, and your family sassing with you back and forth, seeing all sides of you. And if your parents like him and have him round for dinner and everything he just feels so accepted and like it’s a second home, he loves spending time with you there, where everything surrounding him is so you.

But even just talking! He could ditch with you before lunchtime, and stay up all night till the start of school the next day, just talking back and forth with you. About anything! He loves that the two of you can just have a conversation and it never falls flat, because the two of you just get along so well, and always have things to bring up or bounce off each other.

He enjoys whatever you two do! Even if sometimes it’s something he thinks he’d rather die than normally do, he doesn’t care because he’s doing it with you. And if people see him, they’ll know he’s just being an amazing boyfriend, also like he could give a shit what other people think.

Listen to his music with him, lay in bed together and let him explain certain lyrics or show you riffs he knows on his guitar.

Spend lunch with him, let him drive you to school, hang out with him in the car park after school. It makes him happy to have someone he always knows will be there, that safe routine with you, knowing you’re always gonna be near. Or if not, that he can go to you, or is okay asking you to come to him. It’s safe and accepted and normal and all alright.

If he’s going into town after school he’ll invite you. Even if you two just grab a milkshake. Or if you’ve gotta go somewhere pretty soon, he’ll take you with him to a slushy machine in a store together, then drive you to wherever you needed to be.

Eddie likes existing with you. Especially around town. Don’t tell anyone this, but doing so at school, in town, in the woods, anywhere that isn’t home, it makes him feel safe in Hawkins.

Gift giving:

Eddie doesn’t usually get a lot, he hasn’t in life, and any small thing for him makes him melt.

Something just for him? That you specifically picked out because you were thinking of him? And care about him enough to give him something? His heart is soaring.

He doesn’t have a whole lot of money, but he likes to make you little things too, like mixtapes he seriously puts thought and heart into. Swearing to himself as he crosses songs off a list, biting his tongue as he makes sure he’s recording the song at exactly the right time.

Or making you your own guitar pic necklace. He may even make a personalised magnetised one, one that has a message that’s completed when both your necklaces stick together with the little magnetic side. Or just his other lucky pic, because even that is super sweet. And he’s not controlling or anything but that’s one item he’d really love if you always wore, because it would mean a lot to him, because he’ll always wear his. It’s not even visible under your shirts half the time but that’s not the reason he likes you both wearing them.

Something about giving you a symbolic thing like your own pic necklace feels just bonding to Eddie as well. If you made him a friendship bracelet he would never take it off no matter what. If it’s super colourful it goes with his whole darker aesthetic in a way, and people are gonna know it’s from his partner, or at least someone who loves him very much.

He’ll still buy you things though! When he sees something nice and he can! It doesn’t have to be big or super meaningful but he likes getting you things because he likes making you happy, and he likes that weird feeling in his chest, actually his whole body, that he had never experienced before, when he cradles something in his hand and it makes him just think of you with it, think of him giving it to you.

And he likes that that feeling stays with him at checkout, so much clerks are being nice to him because they can see how happy he is getting a present for his love and what a sweet boy he is, and it stays as he drives home, as he smiles trying to fall asleep thinking about seeing you tomorrow, as he climbs through your window because it was only 10pm he might as well give it you now right?

If you have a similar aesthetic oh boy does Eddie love looking through shops with you, and sometimes getting you a little trinket. Especially around this time of year if you also like Halloweeny stuff. A Halloween decoration of spell books all molded together? Ooh is that gonna show people you’re just like him if someone goes into your room, maybe that if you’re nice and have stuff like that, his stuff isn’t too bad either? Eddie’s taking you to Spirit Halloween and literally beaming with joy at how excited you get running around with his hand in yours, or even getting so excited you run off disappearing into aisles like a kid, and pointing everything out to him. He doesn’t think he’s ever been as happy as when he’s looking at you happy.

Writes and performs songs about, and for you. In Corroded Coffin, ones he’d make absolute bangers that they’d play in their album and on stage. I mean, maybe some of their best songs are born from all the emotions and experiences you give him, because they have feel and proper understanding in the meaning of it behind them. But some of his own songs too, that aren’t to do with his band.

Will write ballads about your dnd character too, so the helpful bard he plays in one part of his campaign can sing it to your character as you two interact. It’s all world building, the guys can shut it if the song goes on a little too long. Although honestly most of them are just impressed at the ballad.

An engraved lighter for you. Even if it’s carved on with a pen knife from him. And even if you don’t smoke. Lighters have loads of uses, and you can always light his cigarette for him which he sees as pretty domestic, if you’re not chiding him for smoking that is.

It’s not a gift really but feel like it needs to be said, you have free weed for days. Mostly you’re smoking it with Eddie, but he’ll give you some when you ask, if you wanna smoke it with friends or something. Or he’ll bake weed brownies as a surprise for you one weekend. Even if you taught him how to bake so it wasn’t burnt and shit at first. If you bake for him though he’s hand to his heart dead on the floor.

He wouldn’t let you take any of the real nasty shit though, drugs wise. Let’s face it, it’s the 80s, Eddie has probably tried a thing or two, and he’s not one to judge or mollycoddle, but he’s not going to give you anything that could harm you. If you do ask to try something dangerous though, Eddie’s usually asking if there’s something the matter and why you want to use that as soon as the words leave your lips. In a gentle concerned way, coming across as the confident therapist almost, because he doesn’t wanna startle you off, especially if he thought there was a risk of you buying off someone who was a shitty person, or their stuff was toxic. But some things Eddie will definitely try with you. He’s not trying to kill himself with drugs on his own, he knows what he’s doing and he likes to get high just for fun, or a little bit of an escape, he’s determined not to be a junkie or anything like some of the adults he knew growing up, but he’s a tad more trying to stay sober if you two are trying something a bit stronger than weed for the first time. Anything super bad though is a complete no from him, he doesn’t even really sell the worst stuff, because he’s not gonna risk accidentally killing someone by selling to them, and he’s not in this to hurt other people.

The money though is useful, if he wants to buy things for you. You’ll chide him sometimes, saying he should spend it on himself, but he can’t just not buy you a gift, or even like a coffee in the colder mornings, or a pack of candy thrown at the back of your head in class.

You buy him stuff too though so it works. You’ll stack up on groceries when you come over, using some of them like dinner/soda/popcorn in that same night as an excuse for why you bought so much, because you don’t want him to think it’s pity or anything. You just genuinely like helping out.

Eddie is always super grateful whenever you buy him a snack in school or around town though, munching on it immediately. Normally only offering you a bite once his teeth had already sunk into it, because sharing food like that also does feel domestic for him, even if he’s laughing covering his full mouth as he offers it to you.

On the one hand he loves when you buy him lunch, but sometimes he feels bad. He’s the boyfriend, in his eyes he should be buying you lunch. But you let him do so sometimes when he offers, or he just casually does it, so no matter what it never feels like a big deal when you pay.

You two just telepathically really work out a system from the beginning about buying things for each other, and it’s never felt like a stressor to do so.

Eddie will steal things for you though. Not like anything that could be considered a felony, and anything at all risky he’s not gonna do, because God knows this town’s police wouldn’t go easy on him, even with you sticking up for him, but if it’s something you like, or he thinks you will, and it’s easy to yoink, he’s presenting it to you in a dramatic and romantic fashion well out of view of the storefront.

Tbh if you don’t like him stealing, he may lie and say he bought/acquired things he stole when he gives them to you, because in his eyes even though he loves that you worry and care about him, he knows he’ll be fine, and he still wants to treat his baby.

But anything you do for Eddie has him dead. He still doesn’t expect presents, especially at random times, and it still catches him off guard each time you hand him something. At first his breath hitches just a little, then it devolves into “Aw babe, you didn’t have to...” but soon he comes to accept these little (or big) things from you.

And he definitely gets excited like a kid, jumping up and down energetically when you say you have a present for him and trying to move his head around to peer inside your bag as you bring it out. Anything, he’s thankful for though. You genuinely could not disappoint him (not ever...) just having you think of him and get him a present is a present to Eddie!

At first you may have to classically condition him Pavlov’s dogs style to make him not surprised that he deserves treats lmao.

The first time he lost a gift from you he actually cried. He felt guilty, tearing apart his backpack, skipping a period to walk though every hall he’d been down, asking at lost and found, knowing he hadn’t let any asshole bullies near his shit so it wasn’t them stealing your token of affection, he’d just somehow been a screwup and he’d lost it! Your gift to him! You stroke his back, under his shirt with nails like he likes, and remind him it was just a badge as he cries into his hands, you could get it in the shop after school, you could go buy it again with him now! You can even go get ice cream together after. And that calms him a little, the fact it’s not really lost forever. But he still feels terrible. Even though you remind him it was an accident and not his fault, it still felt like a bit of a deal to him at first. He was careless with your present to him! He’s making you spend more money! Even if it was literally only $6. But you always have such a good way of calming him, and once he’s okay he says he knows it was a bit of an overreaction to cry over it, even though you quickly jump in assuring him it wasn’t and you totally get why it upset him, that you’d probably get upset upon realising you’d lost one of his gifts too, but you both know it was the gesture rather than not having his little badge anymore that was more of the upset. Turns out he’d forgotten he’d shown Dustin his newest present off you, and when the bell rang Dustin put it into his pocket to show Mike and Lucas. Eddie is snatching it out of Dustins hands when he presents in to him at break, but burying himself into your neck with tired moans, as he flips it between his fingers like someone would a drumstick. You and him are still getting ice cream after school though.

It really makes his whole day getting anything from you. And he’s constantly looking at it, he has to have it in his hands, feeling it fondly throughout the day. Always checking it’s still in his backpack (even way before he lost the one item), and just fiddling with it when he’s at home, heart warm and fond because every treat from you was just your love for him right there in his hands. Those are the few times he’s quiet, he doesn’t need noise like music or the tv, he’s just in his own world, playing with his new present.

Acts of service:

Loves if you cook for him. He can’t really do it himself, and although Wayne sometimes tries, he’s hardly ever home, or having dinner at the same time as Eddie. To have a home cooked meal, even if it isn’t anything fancy or big, is amazing. It’s a home he always craved. But even if you’re just putting something in the oven he likes that he can relax, he can stretch his fingers after abusing them on his sweetheart (the guitar) all day, and cuddle with you on the couch while you wait. He can even close his eyes for thirty seconds while you set up.

Or if you help him study. That’s something Eddie really appreciates. Because not only do you help him but you don’t make him feel stupid. And you do some things no one’s ever taken the care or time or do, and you’ve figured out the best way for Eddie that helps him learn. Not just the way schools do it. And Eddie is shocked to learn that he isn’t just stupid, from when you tell him so, and from your methods that you used your genius to figure out actually help him. That and the care you take into going through things with him. If he needs tough love, you’ll stretch out there a little. If he needs positive reinforcement rather than negative you’re right there alongside him. Even a reward of kisses after every correct answer on the flash cards make him grin, each time from ‘winning’ that question, and the fact he gets a peck from you for actually keeping attention. You’re not even mean to him when his mind strays, you’re always understanding. And the fact he wants to try in class because you two have been trying in your own time together to help him, but he also knows you’re never gonna see him as a disappointment anyway, really helps alongside the fact you actually help him to understand the material, or how he’s supposed to write it in the first place.

Eddie’s got every good manners though. And he doesn’t take you for granted. He doesn’t expect anything off you either. He thanks you every time you help him or do something for him.

Will help you with things if he can, always wanting to be your knight. Sometimes he’s not very good at the things you ask, or need help with, but Eddie will always try. He will always do his best for you, even if it means asking for help himself in doing so. But Eddie is determined to help you out, to make your life easier, to support you in whatever it is you need, no matter what.

Will drive you places. And he likes that you don’t care about being dropped off in Eddie ‘The Freak’s’ van. Anywhere you need to go ask him baby, he may sometimes be busy, but he’ll try and figure things out so you’re not having to walk or get a bus, it’s easier for you when he’s driving. Also because you two can hang out, and you’re not travelling anywhere alone! If the journey is five minutes or two hours, he’ll drop you off and pick you up. He’ll even wait nearby if it’s easier, finding some way to pass the time just so he can ask how everything went and listen to the tapes you both own tucked in his van. And he will listen to some of your music in the van with you, even if he makes fun of it.

If it’s dark, probably don’t mention you’re planning on walking somewhere if you don’t want Eddie driving straight over to yours. Eddie’s not overbearing in his protectiveness, he’s not some asshole boyfriend who thinks you can’t take care of yourself, but he’d be just fine and happy helping out versus letting you walk alone in the dark if he’s not doing anything.

Will give you dnd lessons if you need. Happily! And if you do please let him give them to you, please, he wants you to join his club please join Hellfire, please just come along for a taster he’ll make it incredible for you c’mon!! He actually reallllllly wants to give you lessons if you don’t know anything about it, or even need a reminder walkthrough. If not though, at least come over to his before Friday’s session so you two can work on your character sheet and their backstory together! Hanging out alone. Tell your dungeons master the hidden lore of this player, and storylines that are secrets from the others for now, but he can weave into the ongoing narrative of his campaign as they go along, like he does for the others.

Or guitar lessons! He’d love to give you them. He definitely does a quick nail inspection before he lets you touch his precious though, it also gives him an excuse to hold your hands for a good while, and kiss all up your knuckles and fingertips in a quick surprise attack. He’d love to share that love for guitar with you. And he’ll gladly take time giving you those lessons.

Or any instrument you wanna learn, he’ll ask someone in Corroded Coffin to help. Unless it’s one none of them play, but he’s still gonna find out information about it for you to help you learn though, and the basics of learning any instrument like reading notes and stuff he can still help with. He’ll still help you learn it where he can. Maybe he can use your instrument in one track somewhere?? He’d like to anyway.

He wants to share his music with you overall though. He wants to ‘open your mind’ he says sometimes too with a smirk. He wants you to listen to his songs, he’s got a mixtape of his songs he thinks you’ll like, and another of his personal favourites. Sure you can listen to them in your way home, or alone in your room. Or you can come over to his and just lay in bed with him as he talks and talks and talks infodumping about everything he knows about the songs. Little behind the scenes details, and rewinding so you can hear the best part again (probably because he was talking through it). He can also play certain parts of songs for you on his guitar once they’re finished, or if he gets carried away the whole thing, but he’ll probably be playing air guitar, knowing the notes off by heart, and you can watch his fingers go as he does so.

He’ll even *hint* at you making your own mixtapes for him, and hint is very light because Eddie’s not too subtle, he doesn’t really care to be. And if not, he’s taking time making a mixtape himself of your favourite songs, so he can try and get into them more. He has them in his van/room when you’re over, usually carrying it around in his bag. It’s like a little reminder of you too, not that he doesn’t have quite a few of your personal affects, or items that have meaning between the two of you, on him at all times.

A bit of a simp, actually a massive simp once he’s fallen for you. So anything you ask him to help you with, whether right now or for future reference, Eddie is quite literally leaping up, and asking you specifics so he doesn’t fuck it up, before going to do what you’d asked of him.

People also haven’t really trusted Eddie to be the one to ask for things in the past, even when he was little, so he likes that you trust him enough to ask to help out with little things. And of course that you trust him so completely you go straight to him to lean on for big matters.

If it is something big and serious, Eddie will be serious. He will be whatever you need, because he genuinely does understand people, and he’s actually a very empathetic guy. But especially for you he’ll take your hands in his and ask questions, nodding at whatever it is you say, as he goes through with you what he need, so he can go do it.

Anything you need Eddie is going to try as hell to do for you at the end of the day. No matter important or tiny. He loves you so much, and he’s going to do anything to make you happy and comfy. You’re the love of his life, the one person he genuinely loves more than anything in the world by far. He’s going to do everything and anything to make sure you feel like you’re doing all the good and important and little things you wanna do in life, or you would like someone to do for you.

#me googling when spirit Halloween’s were a thing lmao #1983 apparently so all good lol #and again just my personal hc’s!! <3 #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson headcannons #Eddie Munson thoughts #Eddie Munson fluff #hc’s #stranger things #Eddie Munson/reader

[butyou-callmewhenyourebored]

This Must Be My Dream - Ross MacDonald blurb

Summary: The one in which they tell the band they're engaged!

Author's Note: This carries on straight after the end of Part 3. Unfortunately this is the end of this universe. Thank you so much for all the love and support on it! You're all very sweet! I just wanted to write something cute where she tells them they're getting married. So here we are! Enjoy! x

p.s a George piece is coming next! x

Warnings: Swearing!

1.4K Words

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

After Ross’ proposal, you very promptly got undressed again and made love to your fiancé. Your fiancé!!! You were never going to get used to that! You kept saying it over and over again making him laugh against your skin as you connected in the most loving way you two knew how. Hot passionate sex! Sex that had you moaning into the atmosphere like your life depended on it. Moaning out how much you loved him.

When you finally rolled off one another again, you heard a thumping against your conjoining wall and a loud “Shut the fuck up!” Hollering through it and sending you both into a fit of laughter. Curling up into Ross’ side, you pressed a kiss to his pulse point before looking into his beautiful eyes.

“I guess we should go tell the boys the good news?” You told him, not being able to hold back the grin as he leant down to capture your lips against his again.

“But before you do, I want to give you something that I think you might like!” 

Jumping out of bed, you watched him pull on his boxers before rushing to his suitcase and rummaging through his stuff. Watching on from where you were wrapped up in the duvet, face in your hands as you watched your fiancè kneel down and go through his suitcase. He was doing the most mundane of tasks and yet he still made your heart soar.

Ross turned around suddenly; spinning on one knee and holding open a box containing the most gorgeous diamond ring you had ever seen in your life. Your hands flew to your straight to your mouth in pure shock as Ross looked up with you, eyes glossy as he held the engagement ring out towards you. 

“Will you marry me?”

“You actually bought a ring?” You sobbed; wrapping the duvet around your chest as you made your way towards him, crouching in front of him and taking his face in your hands.

“I bought it this morning. I’ve known for a while that I was going to marry you.”

You had already said yes but listening to him say that he’d known for a while, despite the fact you hadn’t actually been together very long and that earlier wasn’t just a spontaneous proposal AND the fact he had bought a ring this morning before he even knew that you’d be in New York made your heart want to burst out of your chest. Your vision now completely blurry as the tears streamed down your face, you managed to nod through your sobs as Ross placed the ring on your left hand.

Kissing him over and over again, you were completely overwhelmed with the love for the man in front of you and you wanted to shout from the rooftops that you were going to spend the rest of your life with him. But first you needed to tell your friends! Pulling on some knickers and the nearest thing to you which just so happened to be a shirt of Ross’ the pair of you quickly marched next door. Knocking on and waiting for your best friend to appear. 

Upon opening the door and seeing the pair of you in some sort of state of undress, your best friend looked at the both of you disapprovingly as he looked you up and down. 

“I’m not up for a free show today guys, thanks but no thanks.” 

Under any other circumstances; you would have chastised him for his lack of filter maybe even punched him in the arm, just because you could and he couldn’t do anything about it. Your lack of smart ass response is what concerned Matty as he furrowed his eyebrows at you when he noticed you bouncing on the balls of your feet as you and Ross grinned at him like complete loons.

“Okay what the fuck is going on?!”

“We’re getting married!!!”

You burst into tears as you held up your hand in front of your face so Matty could see the gorgeous diamond sitting on your ring finger. You had known Matty your entire life and never known him to speechless. Pulling the two of you into his smaller frame, you could feel the vibrations of his shaking shoulders, knowing he was crying into the side of your neck.

“I’m so fucking happy for you two! My two best friends getting married!” He hollered loudly; pressing a kiss to your cheek before pulling Ross in for a proper hug. 

Tugging on your fiancé’s hand, Ross simply nodded at you and with confirmation, seeing that you were itching to leave and tell the others, you were quickly sprinting towards George and Charli’s room and banging rapidly on their door. When the small brunette opened the door; your hand was already in front of her face, the two of you screaming so much, George’s dulcet northern tones could be heard asking “Babe, what’s going on?” From inside the room as Adam’s head popped out of his own hotel room to find out the source of the commotion.

Running into their hotel room; George already on his way to see what all the fuss was about, the two of you had a stare off with one another. It very clear there was a glow emitting off his tiny friend. George’s mouth opening to ask what was happening, having an inkling it was what Ross had hinted at earlier at breakfast, but you were already nodding and running into his arms.

The gentle giant had to literally catch you under your arse to make sure neither of you fell over at the sheer force of you flying through the air at him. Charli’s giggle loud as you snapped your head in her direction, catching her with her phone and capturing the moment as you held out your hand dramatically, hoping the light would bounce off the ridiculous diamond on your left hand.

You cackled ridiculously as George shook the two of you as he passed on his congratulations just as Ross appeared in the door way with the rest of the band. Hurriedly making your way towards one another you pressed a kiss to his mouth. Captured on camera by Charli of course before you hugged Adam tightly before demanding he ring his wife this instant, so they could share the news with her too.

Stood with your back against his chest; Ross rested his chin atop of your shoulder as you waited for Carly to pick up the phone. When her face finally appeared; she was smiling brightly at the two of you, clearly happy to see you two reunited and happiness radiating off the both of you. “You’re reunited I see?!” Her tone teasing.

You were nodding but it was hard to try and stay inconspicuous any longer, you held up your hand between both of your faces. Carly’s loud gasp enough to make everyone laugh as you giggled, “Shut the front door?! I’m so happy for you!! Congratulations guys!” Ross pressed a few kisses to the side of your face before resting back on your shoulder and smiling fondly at the redhead at her words before they handed her over back to her husband.

“I can’t believe you’re getting married! To dickhead of all people!”  Matty laughed at his mates.

“I can’t believe I’m going to be Mrs Ross MacDonald!” You beamed up at him; eyes shining as you stared at his handsome face.

“Kind of has a ring to it, doesn’t it!” Ross smirked; capturing you into another kiss, making Matty groan about how you literally never put him down.

The smacking sound that echoed through George’s room and the sharp “Ow!” Was enough to alert you Charli had hit him as you held out your middle finger in his direction as you kissed your future husband even more, just to piss him off!

A title that you didn’t have to wait very long to use as by the time you were having breakfast the next morning with your man. Ross had already let slip that he didn’t want to wait which made you giggle as it was very clear that the two of you didn’t like waiting around. So you gathered the gang and told them your plan.

By midday; all of you were in a New York City courthouse and you and Ross were exchanging vows and declaring your love for one another in front of your best friends. Unbeknownst to the fans; by the time the boys were performing on SNL that evening, their bassist (who was glowing by the way) was wifed up! 

His wife who was waiting at the side of the studio with a smile so big she looked insane. Waiting so she could congratulate the band and start the rest of her life with her new husband.

He was right by the way.

Mrs Ross MacDonald did have a good ring to it!

#ross macdonald #ross macdonald blurb #ross macdonald imagine #ross macdonald x reader #the 1975 imagine #the 1975 blurb #the 1975 x reader #matty healy #matty healy imagine #george daniel #george daniel imagine #adam hann #adam hann imagine

[colemonroe]

WHERE: Sons of Silence Clubhouse WITH: @taliah-tezel

Glancing at the clock on the clubhouse wall and knowing that Taliah’s work dinner had ended about an hour ago, Cole drummed his fingertips across the bartop, tapping out a chaotic rhythm that seemed to mirror the way his pulse ticked up with every minute that passed. All around him, music blared and booze flowed– it was a typical party night at the clubhouse, but Cole was hardly focused on any of it while he anxiously awaited Taliah’s arrival. He always looked forward to seeing her, but tonight brought that excitement to an entirely different level, because for him? Tonight was about making a statement, about showing her where he stood. Long story short, he’d started it yesterday when he’d randomly asked her if he could kiss her whenever he liked. From there, it had progressed to her follow-up question if that included public areas too– to which he’d given a sly reply asking her to meet him here and find out. 

With those questions, naturally it had prompted him to circle back to that one unspoken question that had been niggling at the back of his mind for weeks now: what were they doing? Was it just sex? For Cole, he knew it never could be– not with her. The way Taliah added flashes of color to a grayscale world with nothing but a smile and could steady all the swirling thoughts raging inside his head with a simple touch? Cole knew. He knew he was falling for his best friend and while that realization terrified him to no end, it was exhilarating too. It felt right, and at a time in his life when so much felt so wrong, Taliah was the breath of fresh air he didn’t know just how much he needed. But he couldn’t help but let doubt creep in and force the question of…what if she didn’t feel the same? Hearing the clubhouse door swing open, Cole glanced in that direction and time slowed, but not in the way it ordinarily did when something bad happened. No, this was different. Time slowed just to give him that extra moment to pause, and take her in as she stepped through the door, wearing a dress that all but brought him to his knees. Breath hitching in the back of his throat once he locked eyes with Taliah, Cole couldn't help but feel as though he saw his future walking towards him and that thought alone had him grinning wide and pushing away from the bar, determined to meet her halfway. "Hey, you," he greeted, wasting no time bringing his hands to cup the sides of her face and leaning in for a kiss. But of course, with her, one kiss wasn’t ever quite enough and so he pushed for more, and yet as he did, Cole could hear a sudden chorus of shouts, hollers, and applause echoing at his back, causing him to laugh against Taliah’s lips and break away, despite not wanting to. "That answer your question?" of whether or not he’d kiss her in public, that was. Truthfully, Cole didn’t care who knew– hell, he wanted to shout it from the rooftops. Hands sliding down to settle on her hips, Cole rested his forehead against hers and chuckled, “Sounds like it mighta answered some of theirs too.” If the thunderous applause was anything to go by. Glancing away from her just long enough to spot Riley and Joel, a warm laugh rumbled in his chest before he gazed down at her again, inhaling a shaky breath as his icy blues fully took in just how gorgeous she was, “God– ya look beautiful, darlin’.”

#( ft; taliah tezel. ) #( taliah 008. )

[muffindaddystyles]

LOST IN ITALY.

Where Harry's cute assistant gets lost in city of Italy and the thought of loosing her drives him bullocks.

Flatulent gust of breezy wind kept wiggling through Harry’s coffee lovelocks, sunshine bounces against his soft skin and his pink heart-shaped mouth stays puckered as he takes in the beauty of his surroundings with his cheek smashed over his wrist – which’s resting atop the rooftop of yacht and his head perks up puppy like when tufty giggles maroons in his ears.

He gazes his cute assistant from under his ray bans and skims back a timid smile when her face beams with glee, her cotton puffy sleeved sundress blows away from the breeze giving glimpses of her plump thighs and Harry sucks in a breath snapping his eyes away.

“Harry look s’beautiful!” She squeals taking another picture of landscape with her grandpa's vintage Yoshika camera and Harry just rumbles his lips, shrugs and slumps back, a lazy mumble of “mehhh” elicits past his lips.

She’s just so endearing, and cute and fucking adorable it’s hard for Harry to keep from not babying her.

When he first went to sets of My Policemen he considered her rather unprofessional, as everyone kept on finding her but it seemed like she vanished into thin air, turned out when Harry took a break in his cubby she was lighting up saffron and black scented candles, “Oh! Thought you’d like comin' back to nice smelling room —-- holy fudge .... by the way, me Y/N your new assistant for the meantime.” His all grumpiness defused into bunch of reverence for her.

She'd always beat him to bringing in brekkie and smoothies for him and her fellows, sometimes giving him the velvet muffins before he goes back home --- Harry became such a drooly lovey puppy for her that he decided to keep it stern from then.

He’s trying. He’s prolly gonna fail.

Y/N isn’t very immune to water trips and she was well aware that a sickness is coming – but so soon? She didn’t know that!

So, when she chokes onto nothing and then gags driving Harry into fritz. Harry tries to keep his balls in place and not panic because that’d just spill his secret and expose him.

He quickly facades himself under stoniness, “Christ! Y/N if you die on me —-,” Though, grabs her elbow lightly and walks her to the edge of the deck.

Y/n smacks his hand away. Glares him and grunts pushing her hair away aggressively, “Don’t tell me what to do I’ll die wherever the hell I want!” His pupils resembling to that of clashing waves of sea blows away comically as she huffs and pushes past him.

“Better die and ghost you for life.” She gags into her elbow again and he rushes to grab her hand, when she pulls away with a tut he rolls his eyes brings his glasses to the bridge of his nose and looks at her from under the brown sunnies, “Jeez just holdin' a hand, not gonna slip a ring, ‘s that what yer afraid of.”

“Just admit you’re desperate to hold my hand.” She smirks up at him and he cackles, then dims into nervous chuckles because oh fuck he’s getting caught red handed.

“No.” He mutters.

How much she resists not to pout and turn all fussy over his denial she ends up doing so and it’s his turn to smirk cheekily at her.

“Are you mad? You look mad.” He wiggles his finger at her and she grumbles folding her arms infront of her bosom and cranes her head to side, “I’m not mad.”

“Yer pretty face’s all screwed up, like you’re mad.” He nibbles at her and she glowers him --- sighing at last, the wisp of her hair falling in her eyes, her lips plush and glossy from sick.

“I’m perturbed, not mad.”

Then there’s an overrated pause of silence and heartbeats before Harry pokes her knee.

“You still look mad.” His face splits into a wide cheeky grin – showing his bunny teeth and she stands up hastily wobbling a little.

“’M’not mad! But I’ll be soon Harry Styles!!!!” She goes for smacking him at chest but he jerks back and sneaks his way out squealing annoyingly, “Mommy come save me from this feisty sea-creature.”

“You mean a mermaid?” She giggles.

“No. Frogfish.” He deadpans.

“I’m not talking to you ever again!” She cries out and turns away from him but he barks out a laugh --- riling her up is the most entertaining thing and seeing her make cute fussy faces another.

“’Kay, sorry! Wouldn’t do it again.” He toddles behind her and glides his forearm against her clavicles bringing her to his front, “Says this everytime!” She squirms pushing him away but he’s ten times stronger than her and even if she’s ... she’d want to spend some more time like this.

“Wouldn’t call ye' frogfish —-.. from now on.” She nods. Humming in agreement and he turns her, holding her from shoulders and looks down at her with glinting eyes and wide toothy mouth.

“How ‘bout blobfish? They look more funny.”

“I’m gonna kill you, Harry Styles!”

..

They were given a loft infront of the shore 10 minutes drive away from the shooting place and after fighting over who'll occupy the bed, bickering and pillow fighting over it and almost making it creaky loose bench Y/N went back to living room telling him that he snores so much, “Sorry but ‘m too sensitive to piggy snorey noises – better sleep outside.” He was fuming and gritty mess, flailing his limbs like a baby because he was “the hair on his directors head” away from sharing the bed with her.

“Whateva! your loss. Don’t come t'me beggin’ to pop your backbones.” He told her in high pitched mimickness and flumped under cool sheets.

His one hour nap turned into two then three. In the meantime, Y/N made a sandwich from the fresh veggies piled in the fridge, sipped onto her matcha drink sitting beside the window and enjoyed he view, even went through her socials.

Realized that she’s missing him around her terribly even if it’s just jokes and giggles and shit, whatever, so she took her camera and went outside to take pictures of shore and the purple sky battling with hue of clouds.

She got so charmed with Italy's beauty that she kept on walking and taking pictures, only to realize when the bustle of crowd dropped into tranquil quietness and she found herself into some unknown street.

She’s fucked.

She’s lost.

She has got nothing,

Not even her phone.

She contemplates to knock on the house doors and ask for locations but she’s petrified of the idea and tries to find some shop, so she could call someone and ask them to pick her up.

Dumb. Dumb. Dumbest decision, she has ever taken in her life.

When she sees no passer by, none tourists no-one in sight and the daylight defusing and darkness laughing and taunting her tears springs in her eyes --- bubbling at the corners and weeping down furiously.

Her heartbeats drops dead when she sees a group of men approaching towards her. She runs away hiding into the dark tunnel and clamps her mouth shut from crying out loud when they walk away -- they weren’t about to do anything to her – it was just her feared instincts.

“Harry ......” She whisper-cries into her wrist, her legs weak and trembly making her tumble down into dusty stoned pavement, her back getting scratched from the bricked wall of tunnel.

..

Harry woke up to pin-drop silence. Void of the sun that was once glimmering through the window, “Y/N.” He grogs out, knuckling the sleepiness away and trudged out finding the room empty.

It startles him. Waking him up properly now. A sweat flushes down his spine when he couldn’t even find her in the washroom and at the door-steps.

He dials her number and finds it at the coffee table, gruff cruses breathes out from his mouth at that.

FuckFuckFuckFuck.

His heart feels like someone’s squeezing it mercilessly in their grip when he goes outside, but couldn’t spot her and he finds it difficult to breathe, chest heaving as he snaps his head in every direction to look for the face he’s oh so in love with.

Where are you, Y/N?

Maybe, she’s angry with me? Did I hurt her in any way? Oh, fuck. I’m such a bitch.

Now, she’s angry with me and hiding in some corner cursing me out.

I have to bring her back.

So, he calls anyone in connection with Y/N in hopes that she’s with anyone of them and when there were, “no mate --- maybe check in the washroom...” and “last time she texted, said she’s going out to take pictures.”

Harry’s face pales at that. Sick to his stomach. His fists tighten by his sides to keep his calm the world around him spins for a moment and he stables himself with the nearby railing.

Bad thoughts spirals in his mind, how much he avoids them it frightens him like his worst enemy.

What if she’s hurt? It hurts him in heart even to think that.

Got into an accident and they took her?

Fuck.

What if some mafia has kidnapped her.

Obviously, Italy is famous for mafias ..... No!No!No! Harry shut up, shut up, shut uppppp!!

He screams internally to pause everything and think rationally.

He searches for her everywhere. In every street. His feet hurting until now and he chokes onto a sob, not even wanting to think of getting police involved and still not able to have her back.

He shouts for her name. Halting past anyone looking like her, that mini dress she flaunted infront of him with a gorgeous smile –-- asked him how it looked on her and he wasn’t very interested to give a response.

If he could take all of it back and praised her like his life depended on it, only if he’d told her how much he loves her, her making sure he’s comfortable in his cubby, her bringing cold milk drinks for him, dividing her oreos with him.

His hands shakes by his side, his lip twitching constantly and his legs trembles pathetically with each step he takes.

He stops. Narrows his eyes to squint through the darkness and he feels like someone blew oxygen back in his lungs, his knees weakening at the sight of some girl sitting on the bench, her shoulders slump and her head downwards as she clutches the edge of bench, rocking on it with quite sniffles.

He prays that it’s her.

Upon, hearing the footsteps Y/N looks up and those sweet eyes are enough for him to recognize her in between many people.

“Harry?” Her voice feeble and scared.

“Oh baby .....” He mumbles. Rushing towards her, stumbling back a bit when she flies in his arms and latches to him like the missing piece of her body.

His palms curves into her ribs, her face smashed into the crook of her neck – her tears wetting his skin instantly and his cheek squished atop her sweaty hair, he hugs her for dear life making her legs dangle in the air, she sobs nuzzling deeper into his throat and he caresses her shoulders to soothe her cries down. Kisses the side of her temple with tender affection and sighs in relief.

“Shhh. Shh baby, ‘s okay. I’ve found y’now ..... ‘m here sweetheart ‘s alright.” He doesn’t stop splodging soft pecks to her forehead – scared that if he’ll she’ll get lost from his arms again.

Her hiccups painful not letting her take a breather and Harry puts her down on her feet gently, taking her face in his clammy hands and hooks his thumb into her hair gazing into her glassy eyes intensely, “Hey look at me lovie’ just .. focus on me alright?” She nods at his plea grabbing his wrists and follows his breathing pattern.

He glances back at the bench and goes to grab her camera but she cries out fisting the hem of his corduroy shirt in her tiny hands, “No!” could barely choke out from her dry throat and he turns his attention back down onto her, strokes the rosy apple of her cheeks and pets her head.

“Not leavin’ yer side baby .. was bout to get your camera fo’ you. Could come with me if you don’t like stayin' away.” He assures her softly and trots towards the bench with his arms still around her as she keeps on hiding her face into his bicep.

They walk down the street like that, she has calmed down letting a sniffle slip here and there --- this kind of scenario has never happened to her before – she has never been outside of her home city before too.

He feels her tummy screech for food so asks her, chin butted atop her head, “You’re hungry, petal. Let’s get pizza.” She doesn’t feel like eating though. When she shakes her head – squeezing him more. He takes her from shoulders looking down at her with gentleness and brushes a strand of hair behind.

“Just a tad, darlin'. I know a delicious take away round the corner ... could eat it sittin' by shore.” He offers her with a smile and punches the air happily, whistling when she agrees.

When she giggles softly, defrosting back from numbness Harry spins them a little overly gleeful.

“Got me sweet girl back.” He exclaims ducking down to kiss her cheek and now when she’s less wobblish, her lungs fills with bunches of butterflies.

Blush splatters on her features. As Harry aligns his tanned arm with her delicate one and locks their fingers together lulling it backs and forth between them lovingly.

He keeps her tucked under his chin and snuggled in his arms all the time, even while waiting in the line for the take away.

“Ow!” Squeaks, “Ow. Ow.” Jumps on his tippy toes upon balancing the hot pizza on his palm.

Grins like a mad man when succeeds in making her laugh, takes her hand and helps her climb down slippery stones.

Goosebumps arises on her skin from shyness when he coils his strong arm around her to pick her up, with pizza in his other hand and giggles breathily in her ear upon hearing her squeals.

She sits in between his knees. Leans against his chest and inhales his woodsy vanilla scent, nibbles onto the crust while hearing his heartbeat.

“You scared the living hell out of me, lovie’ ... thought —-... thought I’d never be able to have you back again ... proper vanished.” He croaks out. Runs his nose up and down the sweet curve of her neck.

“Made me realise ... that I don’t want to be away from you, ever.” Y/n's breath hitches at that and she turns in his embrace. Looks at him with surprised doe eyes and coos when his eyes gloss over with wetness, that he’s forcing to keep at waterline.

“I really like you, Y/N.”

“You do?” She gasps.

He bobs his head giddily, “Can you picture it? You and I together?” He murmurs mellow street light dancing between them.

“’Us'? I like the sound of that....” She smiles searching for his hand and he grasps it eagerly like he was yearning for it.

“Kay then, when could I take you on a date?” He grins. Dimples mauving deep and pretty.

“This isn’t a date?”

“We’re in Italy. The sky's so romantic and I’ve got you, seems like a date to me....” She peppers kisses to each rosy gap of his knuckles and his inside bursts like they never did before.

“Kay then. It’s memorable too, you got lost on our first day –--”

“Harryyyy....” She whines nudging him in belly with her elbow. “’Kay we could change that.” He laughs. Showering her in kisses and her laughs whirls loudly into quite air, trying to squirm away from his tickles.

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[astaroth1357]

Demon Brothers being Soft for Their Daughters 

Might just be me but I think there's nothing cuter than a Dad who loves his daughter so I made a hc for our boys. Strap in, it’s a long one! 

IMPORTANT! Watch out for first half spoilers! Assumed that the child is a half human/half demon with the MC!

Lucifer

Tries to be really strict but ends up being kind of a pushover.

Oh there ARE rules that even his little girl can't break, but most of the time she can get away with almost anything if she's cute clever enough.

Pushes her to be the best at almost anything she tries, expectations be real high; gonna take the MC stepping in to remind him winning isn't everything and please cool it on the pressure.

Lowkey learned his lesson before and doesn't want to make another Satan situation so tries to take MC's advice to heart and not be quite so controlling.

Her favorite uncle is Mammon and he gets cold sweats about this every night.

Wasn't able to be there for a lot of her firsts due to work and gets real sulky when he misses out. Videos just don't offer the same experience...

Feels bad that work keeps him so busy so he tries to make up for it with toys, clothes, jewelry, pretty much whatever she likes at the time.

Would never admit it, but his black heart melts every time he comes home and sees she's excitedly waiting by the door.

One of those parents who will never stop bragging about how amazing their kid is to anyone who will listen, but never when she's in the same room.

100% that overprotective "I'm going to give you a brief tour of the torture chamber, then we’ll browse my whip collection. Oh, make sure she's home by 8" kind of dad if she were to ever bring home a date. They will know that his baby is not to be messed with (like anyone's crazy enough to try honestly).

Mammon

So over the goddamn moon that someone actually wanted to have a kid with him that he couldn't shut up about it for weeks.

Treasures his little girl more than anything he owns, even Goldie. When she's a baby the two of them are practically inseparable.

The biggest pushover to ever be pushed. She's about the only person he's ever unconditionally generous to and he really spoils her rotten.

She's just as materialistic as her father, honestly, but MC made sure their girl was raised with good morals. The first of which being no stealing. Ever. She works for every cent she spends.

On the one hand, he's actually pretty damn proud and relieved that she won't be called "scum" or anything like her father, but on the other hand like… Ew. Who raised you? (No one remind him it’s kind of his doing anyway).

For once in his greedy existence, he can tell a sob story about really needing that loan or those shoes for his beloved daughter and actually mean it… most of the time 😏

Even when she's young, though, she will ask him if a gift he's giving her was taken from someone else and, man, he cannot lie to her face. People shame him for stealing all the time but the little look of disappointment she gives him hurts WAY more than all of his brothers’ insults combined.

Probably one of the most supportive and involved dads in existence. He will be at every game, every recital, every meet. Even if he's complaining the whole time, if anyone so much as suggests that he just shouldn't go he'd be appalled.

…. He's perhaps a little too involved because he's also totally the kind of father who will lowkey stalk his daughter's dates to be sure nothing bad happens. MC, please step in. She needs privacy too.

Leviathan

Was incredibly worried about having a kid, he's not even had the best track record when it comes to pets and parenting is some high-level normie stuff. But his little girl's first smile absolutely melted his doubts away.

That being said… he's still not the greatest with little kids. For a long time if the baby so much as sneezed unexpectedly he'd start shouting for the MC and checking every website he can like??? My half demon baby won't stop sneezing, is it pneumonia???

Gets a lot less panicky as the child gets older, but in those early years he'd practically want to stick them in a bubble wrap suit.

He passed on his love of the ocean and underwater creatures pretty early on. The running joke is that his girl knew how to swim before she knew how to crawl.

Family aquarium trips are an absolute must.

The second they're old enough to understand plot he's introducing them to his favorite shows, but only the best (and most child-friendly) ones of course. He wants his daughter to grow into a woman of culture, damnit! Pop culture that is.

Sooo much text/chat lingo between these two. It's not her fault really. She was bound to pick it up but man can it sound like they're speaking tongues at times.

With practice she can and will beat her old man at most video games and, yes, it makes his cry tears of equal parts pride and aggravation.

Has a mini-panic attack every time she hits a new milestone, like, yes he's so fucking proud but also don't you think she's growing up too fast??? MY BABY GIRL!!! 😭😭😭

Cries like a baby to the MC when she goes out on her first date because he realized she's really, truly, growing up and he's afraid his little girl isn't going to want to spend time with her lame old dad anymore.

Satan

Tries to be strict and IS strict but mostly on schoolwork.

Her grades best not be slippin' or this Book Papa will take all her stuff away. End of discussion.

Otherwise, he's surprisingly chill being the Avatar of Wrath and all. He of all people understands the desire to just have your own life and do your own thing.

She'll inherit his temper though, that's a given, and if they both get going then watch out. Fights between them can get verbally explosive, but never physical. Even at his angriest Satan would never once lay a hand on his daughter.

Read to her every night when she was young: storybooks, novels, mythologies, didn't matter to him. Whatever she wanted to hear. Still, he was so proud the day she told him that she wanted to read on her own.

100% makes nearly everything in life a teachable lesson but also helps her when she needs it. He wants her to forge her own path but is still very supportive when the situation calls for it.

Would never EVER admit it, but he does just as many dad jokes as Lucifer.

Of all the brothers, he's probably the most typical father to have, there for his kid just enough while also making sure they're not getting away with murder.

Is totally chill with her dating because he knows he doesn’t have to be super protective of her. She can more than handle herself if something goes wrong, in fact, if he were to step in it would probably add insult to their already grievance injury.

That being said, he IS the Avatar of Wrath. If someone hurts his girl he’s going to have a turn one way or another.

Asmodeus

Oh YEEESSS, he's not normally the commitment kind of guy but he and MC raising a child? They'd be the most gorgeous thing in the universe!!! (Not counting himself of course)

Beautifying his baby since day one, but the MC keeps him from doing anything too extreme. A lot of baths, good moisturizer, hairstyling (when she grows enough of it), etc.

Soooo many outfits. She'll practically never wear the same thing twice and Asmo coordinates his own clothes to match hers all the time.

He actually goes out and parties LESS if you can believe it, especially when she's young and needs a lot of supervision. But he'll get pent up real quick so learning how to do a quiet quickie during naptime is a must.

His girl is all over his Devilgram, nearly every milestone is snapped up and recorded. He loves her more than anything and would just scream about his pride and joy from the rooftops if social media didn't provide him that outlet.

Makes sure his daughter knows that she is gorgeous, she is loved, and passes on every bit of self-confidence he has. Doesn't matter if she grows up a girly-girl, tomboy, or anything else under the sun. When you're feeling good just being you, heads will turn on their own accord!

Not the best at discipline and would only really step in if he thinks she's being a real jerk about something. Day to day attitude adjustments are totally up to the MC.

He is, however, the best sex-ed teacher one could ever ask for and makes sure his daughter knows there's no shame in what comes natural, just be sure you're respectful and responsible!

Completely unfazed when the suitors began lining up, I mean she is HIS daughter. It was inevitable. Offers tips and advice when he can but lets her go off and experiment naturally. Young love is a beautiful thing! (Just don't break his girl's heart though because he may lowkey curse your whole bloodline)

Beelzebub 

….. MC, you're going to be eaten out of house and home.

Though his daughter's appetite isn't AS bad as his, Beel could tell it's going to be an issue from day one but he's ready for it.

Dedicates his freaking life to being sure she never goes one night hungry. He'll cook, he'll shop, he'll even share from his own plate if he has to. The thought of her going through anywhere near the level of starvation he feels on a daily basis is enough to crush his soul (if he has one)

You better bet there will be eating competitions. She never wins, but the fact she can even get close will have him grinning anyway.

That being said, he will push for a healthy and active lifestyle for her too. 

Highkey wants her playing sports and doing team activities because he genuinely thinks it will help her stay healthy and make friends.

Just the right amount of discipline. Tries to be understanding but also knows when to call a spade, a spade and express his disapproval.

Very in-tune to her emotions and her needs even if he can’t quite grasp WHY she's feeling the way she is. Keeping up with teen drama is going to be the bane of his existence...

Uncle Belphie=That one cool uncle who lets you get away with anything and probably gives out sugar after bedtime.

One of the only brothers who makes a point of his daughter also seeing and exploring her human heritage too and not just treating her like a pseudo-demon… And it's totally not just for the added excuse of sampling human world cuisine, like, come on who do you take him for? 🤫

Somewhat cautious about her dating, but ultimately just wants her to be happy. He'll usually trust her judgment but he's pretty good at reading someone's character and if he gets real bad vibes from anyone he's not above telling her, "No. Not that one." Whether or not he's listened to depends on the situation.

Belphegor

Lol MC, you could have picked a much better choice. Borderline Deadbeat/Cool Dad here!

Kids… not his thing. He doesn't dislike them exactly, they're just a lot of work and he's sort of allergic to that. He's more of a semi-irresponsible babysitter type.

Case in point, "Belphie, watch the baby" becomes "Belphie, if you're going to take a nap at least hold onto her leg so she doesn't go anywhere."

Only saving grace is she takes after him so most days she's pretty dang sleepy too. Naptime is a good third of the daily routine (not that anyone is complaining).

Shit at discipline because, like, what leg does he have to stand on? If she wants to ditch class, why not let her? Once or twice ain't that bad.

Takes her on a lot of "field trips" to the human world like he would with Lilith. Genuinely wants her to experience both sides of her identity and encourages her to explore her human side just as much as her demon.

The kind of chill dad that you feel comfortable going to when you've got to talk out a problem or need life advice. He might not be able to offer many answers, but he tries in his own way.

Will prank his kid and will not feel sorry, but is never cruel about it. In fact, this will only spur on a mutual prank war between the two.

Uncle Beel=that genuinely nice uncle who tries to teach you life lessons and how to take care of yourself… while also eating a ton of food.

Would be super confused at first if she started dating like?? How? He kind of sees her like a mini-him at times and his human came to him. Since when did she stay awake long enough to leave the house?? But otherwise he goes with the flow. Whatever she wants, her life.

He might get a bit more agitated if she starts to date a human, like, lowkey bad flashbacks to the whole Lilith situation and the MC would probably have to cool his jets about it. Different circumstances after all.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me headcanons #obey me luficer #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me scenarios

[morganaspendragonss]

What do you think of a prompt where there’s a gala/party thrown for responders, and so Carlos gets to see TK in his element, all dressed up nice and socialising, and someone flirts with him, so Carlos intervenes again getting a little handsy and all he wants to do is take TK home? (Not in like ~nsfw but like, a little steamy?)

love the idea, thank you! i’ll be honest with you, anon, i even get embarrassed writing things that are only a little steamy, but i did my best here. hope you like it!

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Carlos can’t take his eyes off TK. Which isn’t a problem, per se - his fiancé is very nice to look at - but it does mean that he’s uncomfortably aware that he’s not the only one.

In fact, pretty much everyone at the gala has snuck a glance at him at one point or another, some being more blatant than others. Case in point: the man currently flirting shamelessly with TK, apparently ignoring every attempt to get him to back off.

Carlos isn’t a jealous man. He knows TK loves him, and he knows he loves TK; there’s no need to be possessive or insecure or anything. But he’s been itching to get his fiancé alone pretty much since TK walked out of their bedroom in that tux, doing a stupid little twirl to get Carlos to laugh. So, seeing another man flirt with him is rubbing him up entirely the wrong way.

All Carlos wants to do is go over and haul TK back home, but he knows that he can’t. For one, he’s supposed to be socialising too; the gala is for all first responders, and Carlos’s captain had dropped several hints about the right people to butter up if he ever wants to make detective. Morally speaking, Carlos disagrees with the whole concept - he wants the promotion on merit, rather than knowing the right people - but he should probably make a token effort, in case his captain asks.

The main reason, however, is that TK is so clearly in his element here, and it’s kind of fascinating to watch. Carlos knows his fiancé has always been a bit of a social butterfly, but this is a whole other level. TK flits from person to person, chatting amicably, that easy smile never leaving his face as he charms everyone he meets.

He’s happy, and Carlos doesn’t have the heart to take that away from him.

Paul slides up next to him, Carlos barely glancing over in greeting before turning back to TK and Mr Oblivious. He struggles to hold back a snort as TK flashes his engagement ring for the fourth time in as many minutes, the guy once again missing the obvious as he keeps talking.

Paul has no such reservations, laughing loudly as he follows Carlos’s line of sight. “Man, this is just getting sad now.”

“Tell me about it,” Carlos mutters. “I mean, how blind can he be?”

“I was talking about you, Reyes.”

Carlos chokes, staring at Paul with wide eyes. “What?”

Paul jerks his thumb in the direction of the 126’s designated table. “We’ve been taking bets,” he says, far too nonchalantly. Carlos glances back at the table, Marjan sending him a cheerful wave. “How many guys have to flirt with TK before you go over there and stick your tongue down his throat.”

Carlos shakes his head in disbelief. He wants to be offended, but he still can’t help but ask, “And?”

“Well, you’ve lasted longer than any of us thought -”

“Rude.”

“- so I guess technically you’re winning. But” - Paul shrugs - “you’re also definitely not, because TK’s over there, looking like that, and you’re just standing here mooning over him.”

“I’m not mooning,” Carlos protests, only to be met with a very unimpressed stare from Paul. “I’m not! Besides, am I not allowed to admire my very good-looking fiancé.”

“There’s admiring, and then there’s this.”

Carlos splutters, folding his arms in the face of Paul’s amused expression. He knows, in truth, that Paul is right - he has been staring, and he dreads to think of what he must look like to everyone else. It’s not that he minds that his love for TK is so obvious; he’d shout it from the rooftops if he could, but the fact remains that this is a work function and he’s supposed to be keeping up at least a semblance of professionalism.”

“Just go, man,” Paul says gently, taking pity on him. “I meant it when I said it’s getting sad - for all of us.”

Carlos shoves him, but he can’t stop the grin that spreads across his face. “Ass,” he jokes. “But, I can’t just… He’s having fun. I don’t want to drag him away just because I’m feeling a bit…”

“Jealous?” Paul asks. Carlos makes a face at him and he smirks, clapping him on the shoulder. “Trust me. TK will thank you for it.”

Then he’s gone, but not without a final meaningful glance, letting Carlos know he’d better pull his head out of his ass and rescue his fiancé. Carlos looks over to TK once more, a smile playing at his lips at the bright laugh TK lets out.

He shakes his head at himself. Paul is right; he has been mooning, and he does need to get over himself right now. He squares his shoulders, then marches over, surprising TK with a hard kiss on his cheek. Carlos wants to do as Paul suggested and stake his claim on TK for all to see, but technically they’re at work, so he manages to refrain.

(that doesn’t stop him from sliding a hand down to surreptitiously squeeze TK’s ass, but no-one has to know about that but the two of them)

TK laughs. “Hey baby.” He puts a hand on Carlos’s cheek, tilting his head to sweetly kiss him on the lips. When he pulls away, he turns to the guy he’d been talking to. “Alan, this is my fiancé, Carlos Reyes.”

Carlos smiles politely and holds his hand out. “Nice to meet you.”

Alan turns a bright pink, hurriedly shaking Carlos’s hand. “Pleasure,” he mumbles, then turns and scurries away, head bent.

TK sighs, leaning into Carlos’s side. “I thought he’d never leave.”

“You and me both, babe.”

“Do I detect a hint of jealousy, Officer Reyes?”

“Well, you see, I have this gorgeous fiancé who happens to look incredible in a tux, but I haven’t been able to see him all night.”

TK grins at him, then leans up to whisper into his ear. “If you like this, wait until you see what I bought for our wedding night.”

Carlos shivers, planting his hands on TK’s hips. “Don’t you mean our wedding day, Paramedic Strand?”

“I do not.”

They’re home twenty minutes later, barely making it through the front door.

#911 lone star #911 lone star fic #tarlos #tarlos fic #carlos reyes #tk strand #paul strickland #tk x carlos #lone star #911ls #fanfiction #my fanfiction #writing #my writing #anonymous

[thnxforknowingme]

The Feeling's Plain to Me (9/14)

Summary: Ficlets set in the same ‘verse as It’s Who I’m With. What did Kurt and Blaine get up to in between Christmas and St. Patrick’s Day? (for the Klaine/CC Valentine's Challenge 2022)

Rating: T

Notes: So I initially said all the scenes in this fic would be happening between Christmas and St Patrick's Day, but apparently I lied. Also, this scene is going to be the final one chronologically, so it will feel a lot like an ending even though I still have a handful of chapters to write/post.

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9: I Think I Love You - David Cassidy

Blaine wasn’t sure how long he’d been in love with Kurt.

The romantic in him wanted to trace it all the way back to their initial teasing conversation in Mr. Krenkovich’s foyer, when he’d first seen this gorgeous man and immediately wanted to know more about him. His more practical side knew that it was instead something that had built over time, new layers of affection and care being added as they got to know each other. He didn’t know exactly what the tipping point had been, but he knew he was past it now.

Blaine hadn’t been in many relationships before, but whenever he’d gotten serious with someone, he’d made a big deal about it. It was in his nature to shout his feelings from the rooftops, to make grand declarations. And then, when things eventually fell apart, he always looked back at his besotted past self with envy and pity and scorn.

With Kurt, he was trying to be a little more deliberate. This felt big - even though it was still early in their relationship, he wanted this to last, more than he’d ever wanted anything else. So he had to be intentional about these things. He’d very nearly blurted out the words on Valentine’s Day, but that felt a little too convenient, too trite - he didn’t want a repeat of Christmas. So he’d held his tongue, confident that when the moment was right for both of them he’d know it.

March 18

“Alcohol was a mistake,” Blaine groaned, his words muffled by his pillow. “Why did we do this?”

“Something about rainbows and shamrocks and snakes leaving Ireland?” Kurt responded, his voice groggy.

Blaine’s alarm began to blare again, and he clumsily reached out to turn it off. He moved his tongue around in his mouth, where it felt dry and sluggish and gross. “I do not feel lucky right now.”

He felt Kurt’s hand rest on his shoulder and rub in soothing circles. “You can do this, honey. I believe in you.”

Blaine managed to wrench himself out of bed and into the shower, his head pounding the whole time. When he came out of the bathroom, dressed and slightly more alive-looking, Kurt was occupying his tiny kitchen. He held out a plate with jam-covered toast and a travel mug full of coffee.

“Did you take painkillers?” Kurt asked him.

“Yeah,” Blaine replied, gratefully accepting his breakfast. “You’re the greatest boyfriend in the world.”

“Mm, I try,” Kurt said with a smile.

Blaine scarfed down his breakfast and grabbed his bag for work. Kurt remained in his sleeping clothes, unhurried - he had a key to Blaine’s place, so he could leave and lock up whenever suited him. Blaine pressed a kiss to his forehead and said, “Thank you, I’ll see you later, love you.”

He was twisting the doorknob to leave the apartment when he realized what he’d done.

He froze and turned back to Kurt, who was still on the couch, staring at him smugly. “I…” Blaine began, but he trailed off, unsure what to say.

Kurt tilted his head, eyes bright and teasing. “Yeah?”

Blaine ducked his head, then met Kurt’s gaze again. “I love you.”

Kurt seemed to bask in the words for just a moment before he said, “I love you too.”

Blaine leaned against the doorframe, his hungover body feeling too overwhelmed to carry all the emotion inside of it. “I really wish I didn’t have to go to work now.”

“I’ll come back tonight,” Kurt told him. “It won’t be long.”

With that promise, Blaine strode across the room to give Kurt a proper kiss. It was goodbye, but only a brief one - a tiny ending amid the countless beginnings that they were just embarking on together.

#klaineccvalentines2022 #klaine fanfiction #klaine fic #my fic #fic: the feeling's plain to me

[sentinelpri]

Crush

Bumblebee never imagined a world in which he’d be obsessed with Sentinel Prime, but there he was, staring longingly at the Elite Guard member’s back as him and his team watched fireworks together. Luckily for him, Jazz had convinced Sentinel to tag along.

The yellow Autobot sat there, half-engaged with the conversation Bulkhead was trying to have with him. He hated that he was missing out on the fireworks, but something about watching Sentinel seemed to captivate him more.

A cocksure smile on beautiful lips which released an even more beautiful midnight laugh into the air, earning a laugh back from Optimus Prime, who was sitting by the larger bot’s side on the rooftop they were all currently on.

Jazz and Prowl were walking around the rooftop, talking and pointing out the fireworks they liked, while Ratchet (who was completely sober) laid in a corner with Sari sitting next to him and stared at the sky silently. Bulkhead had been by Bumblebee’s side the whole night, which he appreciated, but still... He couldn’t help but be upset, just watching them.

His fixation with Sentinel had gotten bad since the Prime had come to earth, to the point that he had memorized the outline of those rough lips and burned the scent of the older bot into the back of his processor.

But no, it wasn’t because he had a crush on Sentinel Prime, his former sergeant, like everyone teased him for.

Instead, it was because of how in love he was with Optimus Prime, one of his closest friends and the leader of his repair-team-turned-squad-unit.

And it hurt. Primus, it hurt.

It hurt to watch Sentinel have what he wanted so easily, to use that magic touch of his as he tossed an arm over Optimus’s shoulders and chatted away with him like the old friend that he was despite all of the fucked up shit he had done to the younger Prime.

It hurt to watch Optimus turn to face the blue and gold bot and laugh, those plump lips curved into one of the only true and genuine smiles Bee had ever seen from him, the tension between the two rivals melted by the oil they’d all consumed and replaced with their blatantly obvious feelings for each other, those of which had always been there. It was almost like they were destined to be, two main characters in some sort of love story, while Bumblebee was a supporting character meant to push Optimus in that direction.

But, no. He was selfish, and he would never do such a thing, even if it meant seeing Optimus- because Primus be damned, he could make Optimus just as happy as Sentinel could if not happier, couldn’t he? He was selfish and greedy and wanted Optimus to himself, so he did what he could, and if that meant making everyone think he was in love with Sentinel Prime with the way he gawked at him, he was fine with that- because Optimus was too selfless to go after Sentinel if he thought Bee was interested, anyway. 

That wasn’t his intention when he started watching Sentinel, initially. He’d just been trying to absorb whatever the hell it was about the large bot that Optimus loved so much, and everyone had misconstrued it, but it had worked out for him.

Or so he thought. Look at him now, though, ignoring his best friend in favor of staring at Sentinel and Optimus, neither of whom were even batting an optic in his direction. 

And this was how his new year was starting, him wishing he had some semblance of whatever Sentinel Prime had that made Optimus fall so hard for him; confidence, strength, sharp optics, wit, bravery, or maybe it was something else like how Sentinel’s audials twitched when he was nervous, how his face plates burned red when he lied, or how good he was in the berth.

The thought brought him no peace, and it brought him no rest. He heard Sentinel sneaking into Optimus’s room at night quite frequently, and though he never knew what happened in there, the thought of Sentinel and Optimus intertwined underneath the younger Prime’s berthsheets, whispering sweet and filthy things alike in each other’s audials, kept him awake and anguished.

Bumblebee felt himself frown at that, lips pulled tight and mouth tasting bitter. It was uncharacteristic of him to be so negative, but when it came to his feelings for Optimus, he couldn’t help it. It was all wrong; how immature, how deceitful, how angry he was acting about the whole predicament, but he figured that’s what love did to a mech when it was at its worst.

“Bee? Buddy?”

When he snapped out of his trance, Bumblebee looked up to see that Bulkhead was dangling one large servo in front of his optics, clearly trying to catch his attention. The pang of guilt that always came at times like this manifested in the yellow bot’s spark rather quickly, sinking to the bottom of his stomach like tar in a way that made him feel sick. He knew he was neglecting his other relationships while being caught up with Optimus and Sentinel, and Bulkhead had always been there for him... Why couldn’t he just be one of those mechs who fell in love with their best friend?

No, that was a cruel thought. Bulkhead deserved someone who cherished and adored him, he was too good for Bumblebee, as was Optimus.

“Yeah?”

“You’ve been out of it all night, and you seem sad... You have too much oil?” Bulkhead’s servo was on his shoulder plating, and for a second, Bumblebee struggled to speak. His optics landed on the bright fireworks above them, pink and purple and white and vibrant. Bulkhead was focused on him, Ratchet was pointing out planets to Sari, Jazz and Prowl were as in love as they always were, and Sentinel Prime and Optimus Prime...

Well, he couldn’t handle it. Maybe it had something to do with the oil he’d nervously been drinking to settle his nerves, or maybe he was just at a boiling point, but before he could think about what he was doing, he was standing up on his stabilizing servos with shaky knees. He must’ve looked bad, because within seconds, everyone’s optics (or, in Sari’s case, eyes) were landing on him.

“I- I think so, um... I’m gonna leave,” Bumblebee stuttered, voice cracking. Optimus was the first to object, standing from his spot on the edge of the roof. No matter how hard Bumblebee tried, he couldn’t seem to ignore the servo of Sentinel’s that was resting on Optimus’s back. 

“Bee shouldn’t someone walk you back if you’re not feeling well?” Optimus approached him, but the smaller bot, unable to handle the emotional turmoil that was taking him over, found himself stumbling away before he could even process the consequences his actions might’ve had. “Where are you- hey, Bumblebee, wait up!”

“Let him go, Optimus,” Sentinel stopped him, because of course he did, and with that, Bumblebee was racing back down to the inside of their base from the stairwell on the rooftop and into his room.

When he reached it, he shut the door behind him and flopped down onto his bed with a frustrated shout.

He wanted to recharge, but his processor was too clouded with his conflicted thoughts to allow him to do so. The celebration on the floor above him slowly died down, the fireworks growing quiet and the sounds of berthroom doors opening and closing as everyone went to bed over the span of the next hour.

Optimus was probably already asleep, too.

Angry at himself, he started to rant, even if no one was around to hear him out.

“Ugh, why am I like this... I could’ve just put up with it like I always do, but no, I just had to go and make a scene in front of him, and now no one’s going to let me live it down, and they’re all going to assume I’m jealous of him for hugging on Sentinel when it’s not-”

His self-deprecating rambling was cut off by a knock at his door; knock, knock, knock. Three soft, polite, in rhythm taps that Bumblebee quickly recognized as his leader’s, followed by said leader’s deep voice ringing through the wall.

“Bumblebee? Are you awake? Sorry to disturb, but I wanted to see you. Could you come open the door?”

“Bossbot?” The Autobot perked up, and though he had fully intended to lay in bed sulking and ignoring everyone who came to check on him, the sound of Optimus’s voice had him rushing to open his berthroom door. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to check on you since you seemed to be so out of it when you left, but you seem to be doing alright, thank goodness,” The Prime gave him that smile, the one of relief that made Bumblebee’s spark leap because of just how beautiful it was. “I should probably leave instead of pressing the matter, but... I thought I saw you staring at Sentinel and I, and I just wanted to make sure that you didn’t misjudge what was happening.”

His spark fucking dropped. While whatever his obsession with Sentinel happened to be was obvious to bots like Prowl, Ratchet, and Bulkhead who teased him for it, he had hoped that Optimus would never bring it up. It was a conflict he wasn’t ready for, and if he could, he would play it off.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bumblebee tilted his helm, wondering if he had been that obvious while watching them on the rooftop earlier that night.

“May I come in?” 

Optimus being Optimus, he didn’t get right to it, which made the anxiety building up in Bee’s chest ten times worse. But alas, he could never say no to his boss, so he stepped aside to allow the Prime inside.

“O-Of course!”

With that, he shut the door behind them.

The two sat next to each other on Bumblebee’s berth, the lights still off, which meant that the only thing keeping the room lit was the beams that poured through the window from the moon and the fireworks. Optimus’s face was gorgeous in that moment, full of something that Bee could only perceive as longing and regret and love if he didn’t know any better, sharp features highlighted by the moonlight that shone over them.

“I’m not sure what you think my relationship with Sentinel is, but it’s nothing more than enemies at our worst and sparklinghood friends at our best. Our relationship is very long and very complicated, but we’ve always been more like brothers than anything, and as much as you deny it, I know you’re in love with him... I pay attention to how you look at us, when the two of us are together, and how you perceive him. I just want to reassure you that I would never steal him away from you, Bumblebee. I love you too much to do that to you- even if I can’t have you, and even if it’s with someone else, I want you to be happy.”

“W-What?” The younger of the two spat, optics going wide. Optimus being the type he was, he cringed at what he’d said and scooted to the edge of the berth, not even able to look at Bumblebee after the impromptu confession.

“Ah, I shouldn’t have phrased it like that, but-” The red and blue bot stood up and held his helm in one servo. He groaned while Bumblebee couldn’t even process what was going on. Had he imagined the whole relationship between Sentinel and Optimus that he thought was there? Was this actually happening? Did Optimus love him back, and was he going to get the happy ending he’d always wanted? “Well, I suppose the truth is out, then... The oil seems to have gotten to the both of us. I’ll leave-”

“No, are you insane!?” Bumblebee exclaimed with a laugh and moved closer to the Prime so he could grab his arm with both servos and drag him back down onto the bed. Begrudgingly, Optimus sat back down, and Bumblebee closed the gap between them.

“Huh?”

“It’s- It’s you, Prime! It’s always been you and it always will be, you know?” Bumblebee’s words were rushed, stumbling over each other and dripping with excitement. The tension in Optimus’s shoulders seemed to release as his face was dyed bright red with a heavy blush- perhaps from the embarrassment that came with the same realization Bumblebee was having. “I was never in love with Sentinel; he’s a selfish, inconsiderate glitch who’s always treated you like you’re scrap metal! You’re brave, you’re kind, you’re always there for me when I need it, and I just... I love you so much, and-”

“Oh, beautiful, c’mere,” Optimus broke and pulled Bumblebee into him, strong arms wrapping around the yellow bot’s frame and pulling him into his lap. Bumblebee melted into the touch and buried his face in Optimus’s chest plates. “I’m sorry it took us this long.”

“Me, too.”

There was a moment of silence, but it was broken by Optimus, who spoke with an uncharacteristically teasing tone and an equally teasing smirk gracing his plump lips.

“How long ‘ve you been crushing on me, then?” The words were a bit slurred in a way that made Bumblebee hyperaware of just how buzzed they still were from the oil.

“...Too long,” He spat and quickly stared down at the ground like it had become the most interesting thing in the universe. “I don’t want to admit how long level long.”

“Ah, I see... Looks like I owe Sentinel some money after all,” Optimus laughed, earning a playful slap on his arm from Bumblebee in return.

“Wh- You guys bet on which one of you I had a crush on!? I need to hear about this!”

“Okay, so it started when...”

And, as Optimus started to tell his story, an arm still lovingly wrapped around Bumblebee’s small frame, he sighed in relief. 

Surely, after this, no one would think he had a crush on Sentinel Prime.

#tfa #transformers animated #transformers #tfa optimus prime #optimus prime #tfa sentinel prime #sentinel prime #tfa bumblebee #bumblebee #jazz #tfa jazz #ratchet #tfa ratchet #prowl #tfa prowl #bulkhead #tfa bulkhead #sentop #sentinel prime x optimus prime #optimus prime x sentinel prime #bumblebee x optimus prime #optimus prime x bumblebee #themes: unrequited #thought of this while listening to a cover of girl crush by harry styles lmfao #drabble #oneshot #shortfic #ficlet #new years

[amidstsaltandsmoke]

62 and 76.... Because payback 😇😇😇😇

DELETE THOSE HALO EMOJIS RIGHT NOW!!! Ok, this one got away from me because me writing smut always = the length of a novel, but saucy times are ahead!! I didn't proofread so ignore any mistakes 😅 I hope you like this Jonerys train ride to smut town (even if it was an attempt at payback, PFFFFFT)!!! ________________________________ Prompts: "“You’re not as quiet as you think you are," and “Daddy!” “So...date number three, eh?” Missi waggled her perfectly manicured brows at Daenerys through the computer monitor. “That sounds promising.”

“I hope so,” Dany said, flitting about her bedroom as she tried on different outfits and presented them to Missi and her mirror. She had a difficult time deciding what tone to set. She presumed it was safe to up the ante to something a little sexier by the third date. It had slowly been escalating that way, and if the way Jon devoured her with his eyes and his hands indicated anything, she reckoned that clothes were just going to be an obstacle this evening, anyway.

“Well, what’s he like? Tall, dark and handsome?”

“Am I that obvious?” Dany sulked halfheartedly, then smirked. “Yes, except not so much tall, but I think he’s perfectly sized.”

“Aaw,” Missi cooed, leaning forward and setting her chin on her fist. That mirth returned just as quickly, though. “Just how perfectly sized?”

“Missi, you filthy girl,” Dany chastised good-naturedly. “That hasn’t happened yet, but I’ve no doubt that he can deliver.”

Of course, Dany had more than just thought about when they might get to that point. It was going so well so far that neither had seemed quite ready to make that next leap, but her gut told her that that drought would be coming to end shortly.

“He’s great,” Dany continued, digging through her closet for another option. Four dresses down and yet not one had completely screamed ‘you should probably rip this off of my body yesterday’. “He’s got a really dry sense of humor, which I love. He’s the perfect mix of polite and saucy. He’s obsessed with wearing all black, but somehow I find that incredibly sexy. Like...a mystery man. I’m fairly certain he could break my back if he wanted to, but I might need to coax the animal out of him.”

Missi spluttered. “Break your-?! Oooh. Oh, I see,” she drawled, tapping her index finger against her temple with a slow nod. “You know, on that note, may I make a suggestion?”

“I’m all ears,” Dany said perhaps a little too hastily, jumping back into view of the screen as she shimmied into a little black dress.

“Oh, wait! That one!” Missi half shouted when Dany reappeared and zipped up the side.

“Really? More than the red?” She looked down at herself. It wasn’t the slinkiest number she owned, but she definitely didn’t hate it. It tapered at her waist and flared down to just above her knees, and the eyelash lace straps were off-the-shoulder.

“Really,” Missi said, solidifying the decision. “You said he loves wearing black, so it’s perfect. Plus, it’s seductive and classy. You look great.”

“Okay,” Dany breathed, “okay, good.” Dany looked up at Missi’s face with a determined expression. “Okay, now what was that advice you were going to give me?” ********

After Dany had finished up curling her hair, she had threw on some matching strappy heels, just finishing up with a couple light dabs of perfume when her doorbell rang. She didn’t know why she was suddenly so bloody nervous when she had felt fine all day. All week, actually, especially after the high of their second date being such a fun time the past weekend. Maybe it was Missi’s...suggestion...that had her a little rankled. Dany didn’t feel particularly confident about trying it out if things heated up later, but after she told Missi a little bit more about Jon’s personality, she was insistent that it wouldn’t ruin a thing. In fact, she had been willing to bet an organ that it would turn him on even more.

Stopping before the door, she collected one deep breath, if not just to steady her heart. He was sure to feel it when they hugged. Not to make him wonder if she would ever answer, she unlatched the door and pulled it open. All of that work to calm herself had been for naught. Tonight, he’d pulled half of his hair back, and he was donned in his usual all-black attire, but this time it was a button-down shirt beneath a slim jacket with slim-fit trousers.

His hand was casually tucked in his pocket, and his smile immediate when he got a view of her. “Hey. You look gorgeous,” he grinned crookedly.

“Thank you. So do you,” she returned, tucking some of her hair behind her ear as she stepped out to join him, her clutch in hand. She made sure to lock up quicky, his hand slipping around to her back once she was done and tugged her close, pausing just before her lips for silent confirmation.

She tilted her chin up and gave him her answer, their lips slotting together. They broke away sooner than she would have liked, but they did have a dinner reservation to make. Plus, it probably wouldn’t do well to have a full on makeout session in the apartment hallway.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” he murmured, pecking her lips once more, twice, until she was grinning ear to ear.

“I haven’t tried to stop thinking about you,” she replied saucily, noting how dark his eyes became at the sentiment. A look she very much wanted to see again later.

Jon’s voice was raspy and thick when next he spoke, but she could see he was waging some sort of internal war within himself. “We’d best get out of here before we start something indecent and scare your neighbors.”

With a skip in her step, she happily accepted his proffered hand and joined him out to his car.

********

As was expected, dinner had been wonderful. He’d surprised her on the location, choosing a rooftop terrace right in the middle of the city, which looked out at the harbor and the setting sun. The palette of the sky with the clouds reminded her of spun cotton candy.

They exchanged stories of their families, their previous disaster jobs, and what it was like for each of them to make big moves to the city from a country life, the sacrifices they’d made to make such a decision and the adjustments.

He kept her laughing until her cheeks ached and her eyes watered, and the way he took her in the whole two hours they dined and conversed had her skin tingling all over. Maybe some of that was aided by her wine, but she at least had the wits left in her to nurse her two glasses. It was starting to get dark, and the garden lights on the terrace had been switched on, and the nightlife crowd seemed keen to populate the area. Their tranquil bubble felt a little disrupted. Jon sat back in his seat, elbow propper up on the back of it.

“Want to get out of here?” He asked, and she nodded, grabbing her purse. After a few minutes of bantering back and forth on who would pay, Jon won over, but Dany made sure to leave a generous tip.

Hand in hand, they weaved through the hoards of people that had gathered inside since they’d arrived, which was a slow process.

Abruptly, Jon pulled her a little closer and took them into a men’s restroom. She opened her mouth to ask what was going on, but he drank down her words with his mouth, his body pressing hers against the door. Dany moaned as his tongue speared her mouth, his greedy hands taking handfuls of her where he could, but there wasn’t so much give in a slightly constricting dress.

She could feel his erection against her abdomen, delerium already looking to take her under, her arms locking around his neck for better leverage. Her fingers idly toyed with some of the curls that had been left down at the nape of his neck, sweeping her tongue over his to get a taste of him.

Jon fit his thigh between hers, pressing against her cunt and making her head toss back to thump against the door with a gasp. She rubbed herself against him while his warm tongue laved down her neck, leaving small nips of teeth inbetween.

Somewhere in her haze, she remembered what Missi had suggested, but she was so beside herself with lust that she couldn’t think of when the appropriate moment would be. However, one thing she did know was that she wanted to see him come undone. Already he was doing the same to her, and he’d barely touched her yet. If he could get this much out of her just with his thigh as friction, she looked forward to seeing what other talents he might unravel for her.

Seeming to read her mind, his free hand dropped to lightly trace up her inner thigh, her skin quivering under his touch and her breaths coming in as short pants of anticipation. His lips were all over her chest, her collar bones, and his fingers traced the hem of her panties, her stomach twitching.

Just as he shifted lower, grazing over her covered cunt with little pressure, a desperate whimper on the brink of release, the handle to the door wriggled. They both froze, whilst Jon planted a strong, firm hand against it to ensure it didn’t open. He separated from her skin with a wet pop. “Occupied!” He called to the other side.

Through the music in the background, the other man’s words were muffled, and then he returned with a clear, “there’s three stalls in there, ya bloody wanker!”

Dany held her breath, and Jon lifted his black-as-pitch eyes to gaze hard into hers, his breath fanning over her face. Without a word, he slipped his fingers beneath the lace of her panties and brushed them over her soaked center. She slapped a hand over her mouth, eyes squeezing shut as she fought off a sound that definitely would have been heard through the miniscule barrier behind her.

“I need to piss!” The stranger shouted once more, and Jon had had it. Frankly, so had she; it wasn’t completely romantic to have some drunk man reminding them every thirty seconds that he needed to relieve himself.

He was careful to move her away from the door and cut her an apologetic look, though kept her out of sight and removed his hand from beneath her dress while he wrenched the door open with his other, just enough to be seen and heard. “They’re all out of order. Go upstairs,” he ordered, then promptly closed the door in his face.

Jon quickly looked around the room until he seemed to find what he wanted: a rubber door stop. He picked it up and crouched down, jamming it as hard under the door gap as he could, giving it a test, and finding it satisfactory, he moved to the sink and washed his hands. His eyes were hungry on her in the mirror, and she squeezed her thighs together. “We could always go back to my place,” she offered with a thin voice, her mind rightly frazzled by his attentions.

After he dried his hands, he approached her and pulled her against him once more, his desire still just as evident as minutes ago. She looped her arms around his hard torso, under his jacket, a soft smile on her face. “I don’t think I’d make it to your place without causing a public scandal. And by my observation…,” he lowered his lips to the shell of her ear, sending a full-body quiver down to her toes, his hand curling around her upper, inner thigh, fingers just grazing over her cunt. She rose up on her toes, her forehead bumping against his chin. “...Neither can you.”

That much was good to know, that he was just as wound up as she was. He seemed to know how to keep it a little more tamed than she did, but she was determined to get it out of him by the end of the night.

His fingers continued their path until they discovered her clit, a wanton groan passing between her lips. Jon tested and teased to see what she liked most, what made her react the best, coating her with her own juices, making her writhe on her heeled feet. As soon as he crooked two fingers inside of her, she buried her echoing cry into his shoulder, her hands that had been grasping at his sides now raking nails where they clutched to him for dear life.

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are,” he husked, and for a beat she was horrified; her ears were half muted by the blood rushing around them so violently, feeling herself on the edge of crumbling, but then he pulled her earlobe into his mouth and growled, “I want to hear you, Dany.”

She pulled away so she could see him - so he could see her, and the power that he had over her then - just as his thumb began to circle over her clit in tandem with his fingers pumping. His beautiful lips fell open and she couldn’t resist them, reaching forward to clamp one between her teeth, finally, finally getting a heady reaction out of him in the form of a groan and he sped up his pace. Dany suckled on his lip, but quickly cuffed her hand around his neck, her hand curling into a fist as her back bowed and her muscles strained and strained until-

His hand disappeared, and she nearly wept, a millisecond away from cresting but now there was nothing to bring her there. With her head in the clouds, it took her a second to realize he shrugged out of his jacket and laid it out on the countertop, then he was back, lifting her up with her legs around his waist while he kissed her like a man starved.

Her heart was thrashing in her chest, their kisses sloppy and messy as they each fought for air at the same time. In no time at all, she was planted on top of the counter, his suit a protective layer. “I don’t want to ruin this,” she protested, but he gently hushed her, swallowing up her worries with his mouth.

Jon found the zipper to her dress and pulled it down, and she helped by pulling the top half below her breasts, eager to have him completely fill her, but to gauge his reaction. His hands were ginger as they roved up them, exploring this new flesh, thumbing over her pebbled nipples and pulling a soft moan out of her.

“Do you know how beautiful you are, Dany?” He croaked,situating his hands back at her waist and diving down to replace his hands’ actions with his mouth.

In response, she cried into the open room, pushing her chest forward and holding his head closer against her. She would be dreaming about this for weeks to come, she already knew it, while he sucked each sensitive bud into the hot, wet cavern of his mouth.

“Jon…,” she heaved, and she needn’t say anything else as he stepped back and got to work unbuckling his belt. While he did that, their eyes never leaving the others, she was even faster unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it down his shoulders, stopping short and breaking from his gaze to let her eyes feast on his body. All smooth, lean, pale skin and cut muscle, she used the soft pads of her fingers to slither down the length of him, smiling when his muscles jumped.

Shirt discarded, she followed the movements of his hands as they shoved down his trousers and boxer briefs, his thick, flushed cock springing free. A part of her, for just a time, couldn’t decide if she wanted it worse in her mouth or in her cunt.

But she needed the release from him, and she needed it now. He bunched up the skirt of her dress and moved it out of the way, and she took advantage of his position and ran her hand over the smooth, drawn skin of his cock, smoothing her thumb over the weeping head.

She observed him as he huffed out a harsh breath, hands spread wide over the counter, head ducked with restraint twisting his features. Scooting forward to the edge, she stretched her legs wider and circled the head of his cock over her cunt. Jon whimpered against her shoulder, opening his mouth to sink his teeth into her flesh and making her jerk forward, his cock sliding over her sopping slit and forcing a shout from them by the shock of it.

His hand tangled in her hair and he smashed his mouth against hers, removing her hand as he took hold of his cock and slid it between her entrance and her clit several times, her mouth falling open with a silent noise.

In one push, he slid home, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head where she saw stars of white burst behind her lids. Jon groaned wildly, giving the both of them a little time to adjust to the intrusion, until she couldn’t wait any longer and moved her pelvis as best she could in her position.

It was enough to get him going, slowly dragging out to his head, and back in, her cunt clenching around him. She braced her arms around him and used her forearms atop his broad shoulders for some leverage, refusing to look away from him to the best of her ability.

With every squeeze of her channel around him, his jaw muscle ticked and brows wrinkled at the middle. The thing she wanted to say was on the tip of her tongue, but it still didn’t feel right just yet. “Faster,” she gasped, his solid left hand grasping her hip to keep her steady while the other went to her clit, thumbing circles over it in rhythm with his thrusts, which were picking up.

Every forward lunge he exhaled sharply, the movements becoming more shallow the closer he got to spilling. Dany pressed her forehead against his, her skin pimpled with gooseflesh and foreign noises ripping from her throat, things she didn’t know she was capable of producing.

He was still being a little too careful, and she needed that final shove to let go, so she flattened a palm behind her on the surface and gave herself just enough strength to meet him thrust for thrust, undulating her hips in small, jerky circles, his lovely face screwing up in response. His eyes momentarily fell to watch between them. “Fuck,” he choked.

Dany threw her head back, the combination of his thick cock burning and incinerating her from the inside out, his thumb working her clit, her being right on the cusp of her orgasm, and just the sight of all of him alone was too much to bear. “Daddy!” She bellowed, her eyes flying open as she feared, for a fraction of second at his sudden silence, that she had completely fucked herself over, and not in the way that she had hoped to finish.

But to her utter delight, a chest-deep growl tore from him and he gathered her up posessively, finding what she would have surmised to be an impossible angle, opening her up further and picking up where he left off, but each stroke of his cock was a filthy drag over her clit. Dany practically screamed as he struck a spot inside of her that was likely to have her collapsing onto the floor if he didn’t have the hold on her that he did.

The noises he was emitting spurred her further, and dully in the very depths of her mind, she acknowledged that an achievement had been unlocked, and Jon was no longer caging the beast. He suckled at her neck with what air he had left, until his movements evolved into something more erratic, and she was gone.

“Oh...Jon,” Dany sobbed, wave after wave extracting lewd, boisterous chants out of her, her skin damp and sticky, cold and hot all in equal measure.

A few hard pumps later Jon followed, mewling and grunting and stilling as he emptied inside of her. His forehead rolled onto her shoulder, heat rolling off of him in waves. She was so spent and sated that she wished she could drift off to sleep right there.

“I think I died for a moment there,” he wheezed, coaxing a drowsy snort out of her.

“You and me both,” she murmured, relaxing in his hold.

He helped her get her dress back on properly, over her body that felt no more useful than dead weight. Gently, he pulled out of her, then reached over to the box of tissues and tenderly cleaned her up. Her face flushed furiously, even though they’d just fucked in a public bathroom, but the gesture was so intimate that she was rendered speechless. Since that was the case, she lifted his chin and kissed him.

His lips pulled into a grin. “What was that for?”

“Because I wanted to,” she replied, laying one more on him before letting him go. He was reluctant to, but they couldn’t hold up the restroom much longer unless they wanted security to barge in on them in the state they were in.

Jon tossed the tissue and when he turned, she got her first full glimpse of his ass that was more luxurious than this fancy building. Her eyes bugged, eyes glued to the perfect pert globes until they were covered by his clothes again.

He was oblivious, but that was yet another thing that she looked forward to seeing in her dreams every night.

Helping her down from the counter, he made sure her dress was back to rights, then folded up his jacket and slung it over his arm casually, taking her hand.

There was no preamble - they simply ducked out of the room as if it were natural for them to have both been in there. Dany didn’t even dare to look to see if anyone was staring, keeping her head down and on the floor, chewing on her cheek.

Once outside in the car park, they both erupted into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. “I’m sure we’ve already been blacklisted, but I honestly couldn’t care less.”

They stopped at his car, and before he could let her go to open the door for her, she leaned against it and brought him with her. “It was well worth the trouble.”

Jon smiled and placed a kiss on her forehead, lingering there for a second longer. “So...is that a go for a fourth date, then?”

“It would’ve been even ifthe bathroom sex never happened,” she assured, “but, I have a special request.”

Jon raised an eyebrow. “Aye?”

She gave a single nod. “Can we start the fourth date right now? I need to see this-,” she grabbed two handfuls of his ass, and he grunted, “again. For...science.”

“Hm,” he hummed, closing the small gap between them to press his lips against her still-swollen ones. “That depends. Are you going to call me ‘daddy’ again?” He whispered.

“Did you like it?” She inquired, genuinely curious, but also crossing her fingers that he had. She was eager to be on the receiving end of all his wicked tricks.

“I thought I made it obvious,” he said against her, pulling back to see her clearly, “did you like it?”

Feeling sassy, her lids grew heavy. “I thought I made it obvious.”

Jon yanked her against him as he stepped back, smirking at her yelp. He leaned around her to pull the door open. “I don’t think you made it obvious enough. Might have to show me again.”

Standing on her toes, she pecked his cheek. “Gladly.”

#jonerys #jonerys drabble #couldn't sleep so dabbling in the drabbles prompts #ENJOY YA PERVS!!!

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist: Remix CH3

It’s akuma time! This chapter hurts worse down the line, if you can believe it. I have a lot up my sleeve for Alya and Marinette this go round ;)

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Chapter 3: Ignorance

Nino entered the locker room, nodding his head to the beat playing in his headphones. Alya was taking the whole Marinette situation hard, so he wanted to make sure she was okay. Maybe they could go out for some ice cream to cool off, then try talking to Marinette about what happened. Surely, there was an explanation for it.

As he rounded the corner of lockers, his eyes widened with terror. Red lips upturned into a sinister smirk, and Hawkmoth’s newest creation stared back at him with a set of familiar hazel eyes.

“Alya?” he gasped.

“Not anymore.” She trailed her thumb over the small pitchfork in her hands. “I’m Backstabber, and I’m going to get revenge against my so-called ‘bff.’”

Nino turned to run, but Backstabber launched a pitchfork straight into his back where it disappeared with a spark. She paced over to him, lifting his chin as tiny devil horns matching her own appeared on his head.

“Now,” she cooed. “Isn’t there something you have to say to your best friend?”

♪♫♪ Let It Die ♪♫♪

Across the street, Adrien and Marinette sat in her living room, picking away at their homework. Adrien was in her living room. Sitting on her couch. Drinking her tea. He was too beautiful for words, his gorgeous green eyes scanning over his maths problem. His face alone made her regret ever leaving Francoise-Dupont. How was she going to survive without seeing his radiance every day?

Marinette was too busy memorizing the rhythm of his breathing to focus on her work, the memory of his arms wrapped around her still fresh. He’d cradled her in his arms. Of course, it was because she was ugly crying, but she would ignore that detail.

Adrien was too perfect for words. How did she ever think that he would abandon her when she left? Their friendship meant a lot to him. She meant a lot to him. It was a fact that she’d spend hours dreaming about. One day he’d hold her in his arms and whisper those three beautiful words. Then they’d get married, have 3 kids and a hamster named-

Adrien’s phone rang, snapping her from her trance, and her heart sank. It was probably his father demanding that he come home like normal, but to her surprise, Nino’s picture flashed on the screen.

“Hey, Nino, what’s up?”

“Ya know what, Adrien? I’m tired of your goody-two-shoes act, pretending you’re all innocent,” Nino said.

Adrien’s eyebrows raised. “What are you talking abou-”

“I’m gonna tell your dad to start homeschooling you again so the rest of us don’t have to put up with you anymore.” Nino hung up with a maniacal laugh.

“What was that about?” Marinette asked.

“I don’t know,” Adrien said, staring down at the screen, “but it can’t be good.”

“You don’t think he was akumatized, do you?” She reached for her purse.

“If not him, then probably someone else, I should get home before things get too crazy. I’m sure Ladybug and Chat Noir will handle everything soon, so stay inside where it’s safe, okay?” He shoved his tablet and textbook back into his school bag quickly. “See you around, Marinette.”

“Uh, yeah, see ya…”

Marinette reached for her purse the moment the door shut behind him. “Let’s get out there and capture this akuma before Nino gets to Gabriel Agreste. Tikki, transform-”

Before she could finish the phrase, the front window of the living room shattered, and Marinette shielded her face from the debris with a yelp. Her purse tumbled under the coffee table out of reach.

“Hey, Marinette.” A familiar face loomed over her with a twisted grin. “Remember me? Your bff?”

“Alya?” Marinette gasped, stumbling over the side of the couch. “What happened to you?”

“Don’t play dumb with me.” She readied another pitchfork. “I’m not Alya anymore. I go by Backstabber now, but I bet you know all about that sort of thing.”

Backstabber tossed a small pitchfork and caught it again as Marinette inched toward the stairs.

“What are you talking about?” She needed to reach her purse, but Backstabber was closing in.

“You know what you did,” she snarled. “I’ve got a pretty pitchfork here, how would you like to shove it into my back? Oh wait, you already did!”

Marinette turned to dash up the stairs, narrowly dodging the pitchfork as her parents burst through the front door.

“Marine- Oh!” her dad gasped before taking a defensive position between Backstabber and the stairs. “I won’t let you hurt my daughter!”

“If you knew what she was really like, you wouldn’t bother protecting her.” Backstabber’s eyes narrowed as Marinette’s mom entered the room. “But tell me, daddykins, can you protect your wife and your daughter?”

With a flick of her wrist, Backstabber launched another pitchfork at Marinette’s mom. Her dad jumped in front of her, turning his back and taking the attack himself.

“Dad!” Marinette gasped as two horns appeared on his head before she retreated through the trap door into her room.

“Tell me, Marinette,” Backstabber continued, pursuing her calmly as Marinette scrambled to the loft stairs. “Did you ever consider me a real friend?”

“Of course, I did!” Marinette paused halfway up.

“Then how could you abandon me?” Backstabber palmed another pitchfork. “How could you leave without telling me?”

“How could you abandon me?” Marinette shot back, eyes stinging. “How could you take someone else’s side over mine? How could you put me in the back of the class by myself and not even apologize?”

“Lila was right about you. You really are just an attention-seeker, always playing the victim,” Backstabber said.

Marinette clenched her jaw before crawling over her bed and through the skylight onto the balcony. She climbed over the wall, wobbling as she made her way out onto the rooftops.

“You know what I think?” Backstabber called, and Marinette spun around to face her. “I think you’re the real liar. Always running late, making up excuses, disappearing suddenly, so what secrets are you hiding, Marinette?”

Before Backstabber could attack, Chat Noir smacked the pitchfork from her hand with his staff. “It’s dangerous to play on the roof. Someone could fall,” he said with his usual taunting lilt.

“I don’t think Marinette can sink any lower.” Backstabber glared through her. Marinette’s hands clenched into fists at her sides.

“What happened to you two? I thought you were best friends,” Chat Noir asked, taking a defensive stance in front of Marinette. “Not too long ago you were putting your neck on the line to save her, and now you’ve turned your back on her?”

“She turned her back on me!” Backstabber shouted.

“Only because you were being a bad friend!” Marinette shot back.

Backstabber flinched, squeezing her eyes shut before she unleashed a slew of pitchforks with a growl.

Chat spun his staff to deflect them as Marinette cowered behind him. She needed to find a way out of this to transform. Maybe Ladybug could talk some sense into Alya, but her purse was still down in the apartment.

“Ah!” he hissed as a pitchfork grazed his arm.

Marinette cupped her hands over her mouth in horror, but nothing happened. “Why didn’t it transform you?” she asked, closing her eyes and picturing her dad. “Of course! Her attacks only work if they hit you in the back.”

“Then I guess we’ll have to keep this battle face-to-face,” he said, wrapping an arm around her, “but first I should get you to safety.”

“Not so fast, kitty!” Backstabber growled, charging in, but he dodged out of the way before she could strike.

Landing in the street, Chat Noir set Marinette down and brandished his staff once more.

“Go! I’ve got your back,” he shouted as Backstabber gave chase. “Cataclysm!”

As Marinette ran up the street, Chat Noir touched his palm to the concrete, opening a crater to the sewers to distract Backstabber while Marinette escaped. She needed to meet up with Tikki before Chat Noir changed back.

Ducking back into the bakery, she tiptoed around the counter and pressed a hand to the side of her mouth. “Tikki?” she called in a hushed tone, creeping over to the backdoor.

“Marinette!”

She jumped as her kwami phased through the floor and flitted into her face.

“Thank goodness.” Marinette breathed a sigh of relief. “Come on, let’s go before Backstabber gets the best of Chat Noir. Transform me!”

Chat Noir’s cries echoed between the buildings as Ladybug stepped out of the bakery, and with a practiced toss, she created a net between two light poles with her yoyo to catch him.

“I see this battle is really flying by,” she said as he climbed down.

“Yeah, and we need to move quick. I don’t have a lot of time left.” He held up his ring finger where three pads flashed.

“Oh look, the cockroach has joined her mangey stray,” Backstabber cooed.

“And she’s about to kick your butt.” Ladybug charged in.

With each strike, Ladybug scanned her person, trying to figure out where the akuma could be hiding. Nothing stood out besides the intricate brooch embedded in her suit. Alya never wore jewelry, and Ladybug couldn’t fathom why the akuma would be there. As she dodged another swing, a familiar photo of the two of them nestled inside the jewel stood out. Back flipping out of the way a few times, she pressed her hands to either side of her mouth.

“Chat Noir! The akuma is in the photo in her necklace!” she called as Backstabber crossed her wrists to block his staff, forcing him back a few paces.

“What’s the plan for getting it because I’m running out of time,” he said urgently—his last two pads flickering.

“Lucky charm!” She caught the two necklaces as they fell from the sky, turning them over in her hands to read the two halves of a heart together. “Best friends forever… What am I supposed to do with this?”

She glanced around with a pensive frown, singling in on the photo in Backstabber’s necklace and the tears bubbled in the corner of her eyes.

“M’lady?” Chat Noir dodged another pitchfork.

“Go! I’ve got this.” She ordered, but he eyed her skeptically, his ring flashing.

“Are you sure, m’lady?” he asked.

“Positive.”

Chat Noir glanced between them with a conflicted frown before vaulting himself into the rooftops.

Ladybug took a stance in front of Backstabber in the middle of the street. “Just you and me now,” she said with a gentle determination.

“How do you expect to beat me with that?” Backstabber scoffed, cocking a hip to one side.

“Not with this.” Ladybug shook her head. “With words. You’re upset that your friend abandoned you, right?”

Backstabber seemed taken aback. Her jaw clenched as Ladybug held up the necklaces.

“She’s your best friend, and right now you’re hurt and confused, but have you considered that maybe she’s feeling the same way?” Ladybug continued.

“She left me!” A tear rolled down her cheek. “She didn’t even say goodbye!”

“Don’t you think she has a reason? Best friends don’t just abandon each other.”

Backstabber weighed it before shaking her head. “What reason could she possibly have had?”

“There’s a lot you probably don’t know about your friend. Secrets that she wishes she could tell you but can’t…” Ladybug averted her gaze. “I’m sure you’re both hurting, and Hawkmoth took advantage of that, but you’re stronger than he is, Alya.” At the sound of her name, Backstabber flinched, and Ladybug paced over to place her hands on her shoulders. “I know you are.”

Backstabber searched her gaze, lips quivering, shoulders shaking. She hugged her sides as hot tears spilled down her cheeks, sinking to her knees. Ladybug crouched beside her, fastening one of the necklaces around her neck before opening the clasp of Backstabber’s locket and removing the picture inside. Ladybug stared at it with a frown before ripping it down the middle, separating the two smiling girls and freeing the black butterfly from inside.

“No more evildoing for you, little akuma.”

♪♫♫ Miserable at Best ♪♫♪

When the doorbell rang, Marinette stood up from the couch and straightened her blazer. She took a deep breath before striding over to answer it. Miraculous Ladybug set everything back to the way it was, but there were some things that her superpowers couldn’t fix. This time she would have to face them herself.

“Hey…” Alya gave a half-wave when Marinette opened the door.

“Hey,” Marinette replied.

“Sorry about earlier,” Alya said with a wince. “I was upset about you leaving, and I guess Hawkmoth could sense that.” When Marinette remained quiet, she bit her lip. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Marinette averted her gaze. “I didn’t want anyone to make a fuss because I’d already made up my mind.”

“Why did you leave?”

“Because-” Her words caught themselves on the tip of her tongue.

What was she supposed to say? That it was because her friends abandoned her? That her friends trusted a stranger over her when she’d proved to them time and time again that she was trustworthy and honest? That she didn’t say anything because her friends would have tried to guilt her into staying because she couldn’t provide them a believable answer for why she was leaving? Even now she couldn’t think of a viable way to prove to Alya that Lila was lying, since she was so insistent on Marinette having evidence. Alya wasn’t one to take her word without proof even though she seemed to have no trouble doing that for Lila. Marinette wasn’t sure which was worse: Alya’s lack of trust in her or her overabundance of trust in Lila.

“Because of Lila?” Alya asked, and Marinette fixed her gaze on the door handle. “Why are you so bothered by her? She’s never done anything to you, and all you’ve ever done is accuse her of lying about everything.”

Marinette wanted to tell Alya the truth more than anything, but given her track record, she didn’t think it would do any good. She couldn’t prove that Lila had threatened her, and even mentioning it would seem like another vain attempt to defame her. As much as it pained her, Marinette didn’t have an answer for Alya. If she was so bent on having concrete evidence, then there was no point in trying to come up with one, so she simply shrugged.

“I don’t know what has gotten into you, girl, but it’s not healthy,” Alya said. “If you’d just give Lila a chance, you’d see that-”

“No,” Marinette said firmly, and Alya’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Sorry, but I won’t play along with her.”

“Play along with- this isn’t a game, Marinette! She’s just a person with an exotic life,” Alya chided, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Honestly, it won’t kill you to try.”

“I can’t be friends with her.” Marinette shook her head.

“Why?” Alya asked. “Give me one good reason why. I’m sure if you tell her about Adrien-”

“It’s not about Adrien.”

“Then what?” Alya held her arms out. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous of her getting attention from everyone.”

Marinette recoiled at that, eyes stinging. The fact that Alya even mentioned that proved that Lila had her hooks in too deep. Alya couldn’t be saved. As much as it pained her, there were some villains out there that even Ladybug couldn’t defeat.

“I’m not jealous of her, but I am a little hurt that my best friend is siding with someone she barely knows over me,” she said with more bite than she intended.

“Can you blame me with how sketchy you’ve been acting? What proof do you have?” Alya shot back, hands balling into fists when Marinette shifted her weight. “Lately, I feel like I don’t know you as well as I thought I did, girl.”

“I’m starting to think the same,” Marinette said.

“Then I guess we shouldn’t consider ourselves bffs if there’s so much we don’t know about each other!” Alya retorted. “Maybe we shouldn’t even be friends at all.”

Marinette suppressed a sigh, heart sinking as she held Alya’s gaze before three of the most painful words passed her lips. “Maybe we shouldn’t.”

Alya took a step back, jaw dropping. Her eyes burned into Marinette’s, fresh tears bubbling in the corners. Marinette wore a steely mask, relaying no emotion despite the hammering in her chest. She bit her lip to hide how it shook.

Alya finally flicked her gaze to her feet, rubbing at her cheek before a tear could escape. “Well, I guess that’s that then,” she said. Alya turned and stormed down the stairs.

Marinette closed the door, lingering with her hand on the handle. Her shoulders shook, and she sank to the floor with a whimper, hot tears spilling down her cheeks. As it turned out, the high road was far lonelier than she’d ever imagined, but there was no going back now. She’d made her choice.

#mdcspr #marinette dupain-cheng's spite playlist remix #my writing

[thecaptainbriarrose]

Please, Let Me Explain

A Miraculous Ladybug fantasy/Robin Hood AU

Summary: A royal masquerade ball. A crime stopping Ladybug. A “robin hood” Chat Noir. A little bit of Ladrien and a whole lot of Marichat.

Ao3 link here

“But Marinette, aren’t you going to the ball?” Tikki stepped into Marinette’s room and slowly shut the door behind her.

“Oh, what would be the point? Prince Adrien won’t be there. I’ve heard it from every girl that’s come in for their fitting and final alterations.” Marinette explained, in a very dramatic, almost mocking, way, “Many of them sobbing to their friends about how they heard he’s not going to be there because he’s away on a hunting trip.” Martinette slumped onto her bed, exhausted from the day's work. “Besides, the king and queen have asked me to work security for the ball if I’m available. Having so many people move about the castle would give Chat a perfect opportunity to strike.”

“Marinette,” Tikki sat on the edge of Marinette’s bed and gave her friend a concerned but loving look, “you need to give yourself a break. The ball would be a perfect opportunity to just relax. Alya’s going to be there, and we both know she would love it if you came too.”

“The King and Queen are expecting Ladybug-“

“They know you have a life outside of Ladybug. If you can’t be there this one time then they’ll be okay. Chat Noir will strike another time.”

“I need to be there and be ready if something goes wrong.”

“Then go as Marinette and be prepared to step in if necessary. It’s not every day you get invited to a royal ball. You deserve the opportunity to dress in a fancy gown and some fun, just like everyone else. Don’t you think?”

Tikki was the kindest person Marinette had ever met. She was always willing to help those in need and going the extra mile. She also frequently took the role of Marinette’s life coach, and heaven knows she needs that.

Marinette sat up. “I… I guess so.” She thought for a moment, before standing up and facing Tikki. Placing a hand on her hip and pointing at Tikki she said, “I’ll go but on two conditions.”

Tikki glared questioningly. “Name your price.”

“One, you help me pick what to wear.”

“Absolutely!” Tikki exclaimed, running to Marinette’s closet and flinging open the doors. “You have plenty to choose from.” Tikki smiled as she motioned to the dozens of dresses hanging neatly in color gradation order.

“And two,” Marinette said with a sly smile, “you’re coming with me.”

Ladybug dashed across the city rooftops on her way to the castle. Since she decided to go to the ball incognito she needed to make King Gabriel and Queen Emilie aware that she would be there, they just wouldn’t recognize her.

She waved to the few people who shouted hello from the street below and soon found herself at the castle wall. The entire kingdom was aware of the “Miraculous Ladybug,” as they called her. Marinette didn’t spend much time as the crime stopping hero but when she did she was constantly seen stopping robberies, saving kittens in trees and helping with the occasional fire. Most of her recent time has been spent tracking down a thief who calls himself Chat Noir.

The King and Queen recently reached out to Ladybug, telling her of the thief and the great deal of stress he’s caused for their small family. He’s been seen running in and out of the castle several times, often leaving with large amounts of gold. The palace guards have tried and failed several times to catch the thief. Eventually the royals turned to Ladybug and so far, she’d had just as much success in catching the feline.

Chat Noir was a pest and a flirt. Every time she caught him, he’d find a way to get away, but not without making a few comments which always made her blush. Once, instead of pulling out his sword to fight her, he pulled out a gorgeous red rose. She was so surprised by his sincerity and the sheer ridiculousness of the whole thing that she froze. He got away with an entire treasure chest that day.

After making her way over the castle wall, and into the courtyard, Ladybug snuck in a window on the side of the castle. She could go in the front, the guards wouldn’t stop her, but then they’d blow a loud horn and announce her coming and everyone would bow and- well you get the point. Her plan was to just sneak in, leave a note in the King’s office explaining the situation, and then sneak right back out.

Ladybug turned and closed the window and then proceeded down the hall towards the King's office. Wanting to avoid as many interactions as possible, she took her time peeking around corners for guards and staff. She stuck her head around the corner, only two hallways to go till she reached her destination. SHe watched and waited as two young ladies carrying large vases full of flowers crossed the hall.

“What are we doing?”

Ladybug spun and drew her sword, just about cutting the ear off of the face that had appeared next to hers.

“Adrien! Or… um,” she did her best to bow gracefully, “your highness.”

“Please, don’t do that.” He said, placing his hand behind his neck which had started to turn a light shade of pink. “No need to be so formal.”

“Oh, um, of course.”

“Now,” Adrien cleared his throat and straightened his posture, “what is a pretty young lady like you doing here and not at home getting ready for the ball?”

Ladybug was now the one blushing. “I’m actually here because of the ball.”

“Don’t tell me my parents asked you to help with security. We have plenty of guards and you deserve to simply come and have fun, not have to work.”

His smile simply melted Ladybug’s heart.

She had met him several times before. Most often as Ladybug, but there have been a few occasions where she’s spoken with him as Marinette. And he was always so kind.

Their first meeting was about a year ago. He came into her parents' shop to buy a couple of pastries while he was touring the kingdom. He had torn the tail of his coat and Marinette noticed and kindly offered to fix it. She took him into her small sewing room, just behind the bakery kitchen. It was just the two of them (a bit of a miracle he was able to convince his guards to go with her alone but they wouldn’t have all fit in the tiny room anyway). Well, they ended up chatting and laughing for over an hour back in that little room. And the next day, he came back and told the Dupain-Cheng’s that he would be personally funding a renovation and extension of their small home and bakery so that Marinette could have “the sewing room she needs and deserves.” Since that day, Marinette has started her own dressmaking business and the bakery has seen its orders increase ten fold. Adrien is rarely allowed out of the castle, but he’s stopped a few times to see the Dupain-Cheng’s and chat with Marinette.

“I’m actually here to tell them I can’t make it. I was hoping to slip in and leave this note for His Majesty, and then leave without being noticed.” Ladybug explained, holding up the envelope which contained the explanation of her plans.

“Well, since the “without being noticed” part of your plan has gone awry, may I escort you to my fathers office?” Placing his arm behind his back and gesturing down the hall with the other. Ladybug took in his sweet smile and felt hers grow larger. “I guess it couldn’t hurt.”

“After you then.”

They continued to laugh and talk and eventually found their way to the king’s office. Ladybug handed the letter to the guard standing before the door and asked the woman to get it to the King as soon as he had a free moment. The woman nodded and kept the letter in hand, likely waiting for whatever business was happening inside to conclude before delivering it.

Ladybug turned and began to walk back the way they came. “Now, your princely ness,” she said jokingly, “I’m not admitting that I listen to the town gossip but it was my understanding that you were supposed to be out hunting, and not attending the ball.”

“Oh I’m not attending the ball.” Adrien stated flatly. “I hate the stuffy things.”

“Why?” Ladybug asked. “I mean, why do you dislike them?”

“When you’re in my position, you spend most of your time simply greeting guests and watching the fun happen around you. And when I am able to dance, every girl simply wants to impress me. I just want to have fun, not have everyone around me put on a mask and pretend like we were meant to be best friends.”

“That… that sounds really hard. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. It’s all part of the job.” They walked in silence for a moment, neither one of them looking at each other. Then he continued, “I’m not going hunting either.” Ladybug gave him a questioning look so he explained. “I love the outdoors. Father and I used to go into the mountains and camp and tell stories. It’s taken some convincing but they’ve let them go this weekend with one of my advisers, Plagg, since the weather has been so nice lately.”

“That sounds lovely. I’m happy for you. ”

“Yes, well, it will be a much needed break.”

“This is it,” Ladybug said, coming to a stop before the window which she came in through, “I hope you enjoy your time in the mountains. And thank you for the escort.”

“Any time for a beautiful lady like you.”

Adrien quickly realized what he had said. His face began to grow very pink as he looked away.

Ladybug felt her face grow warm and was very glad she was wearing a mask. She opened the window but hesitated just long enough to give Adrien a quick peck on the cheek and say, “I hope to see you again soon.”

Before Adrien knew how to reply, she was gone.

“Girl! You look so good, Prince Adrien is going to regret not being there!”

“Alya, he’s not why I’m going.” Marinette replied, looking at her dress in the mirror.

Marinnete was wearing a gown she had made for herself a few months back. It was made of pale pink fabric that was so light it almost looked white. At the bottom of her full ball gown skirt were some hand stitched, dark pink, peony flowers with yellow centers. The top had a strapless sweetheart neckline with a long sleeve white lace piece overtop. She had left her hair down, curling it just enough to give it a natural wave.

“I know that,” Alya said, coming up behind Marinette and putting her hands on top of Marinette’s shoulders. “But that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t love to see you.”

“Oh come on Alya, I’ve talked to him, like, maybe twice. I doubt he’d even recognize me.”

“Three times, and of course he’d recognize you! His face literally fills with sunshine whenever he sees you.”

Alya was the town gossip, and for good reason. She could become friends with any one and everyone and she noticed everything. If you even plucked one eyebrow she’d notice.

Marinette began to blush as she thought about the princes face. His vibrant green eyes and the way his hair was always so nicely kept and his smile, oh his smile could melt anyone's heart.

“Well… I… He…” Marinette let out a huff and folded her arms. Turning to Alya she said, “I’m not the only gorgeous girl in this room who has her eyes on a boy.”

Alya gave a sly smile and then began to play with her dress. Alya’s dress was a more form fitting gown, starting with red at the top and then fading to gorgeous, sunset orange and yellow. The off the shoulder neckline showed off her collar bone quite nicely as well as a simple golden necklace, which a certain palace guard-in-training had gifted her. She had let her hair’s natural curl do its thing, only treating it a little bit so it was a little less afro and a little more controlled.

“Oh shut up.” Alya said teasingly, turning to hide her blush.

“Tikki, come show us your dress!” Marrinette said, a bit louder than when she was talking to Alya.

“Marinette, do I have to go??” Tikki whined from behind the changing screen.

“If you don’t go, I’m not going. That was part of our deal.”

“Please Tikki,” Alya said. “You need a chance to have fun too. Marinette’s not the only one who’s been overworking herself lately. Now come on out.”

Tikki shyly stepped out from behind the screen. Her dress was a bit shorter than Marinette’s and Alya’s were. The skirt was full, like Marinette’s but only came to about mid calf. The gown was a deep emerald green that made Tikki’s auburn red hair, which had been pulled back into a loose bun, look absolutely stunning. The dress came up in a boatneck neckline, which Marinette had recently taken the time to sew rhinestones onto. The skirt also had a few rhinestones sporadically sewn onto it, giving it an illusion similar to the night sky.

“Dang Tikki! We might have to dress you up more often. You look good!” Alya said, as she walked over to admire the skirt.

“Enjoy it while you can, this will not be a regular thing.”

Tikki was always a bubbly person, but she enjoyed the simple things in life. A fancy ball and extravagant clothing weren’t exactly her thing.

Marinette went over to her dresser and opened a box which was sitting on top.

“I have one more thing to go with each of our gowns.” She reached inside and pulled something out. “You can’t go to a masquerade ball without a mask.”

The grand ballroom of the palace was huge, to say the least. Marrinete had been in it once before as Ladybug, but it wasn’t for an event like this. The room dazzled and shone in the evening light with elegant white marble and gold and silver accents. The room was big enough to have three massive crystal chandeliers which reflected just right at this time of day.

“Wow.” Alya said, her eyes gazing at the ceiling where a beautiful mural of the sky had been painted. The east side of the ceiling started with the colors of the early morning sky, fading to a mid day bright blue and then an orange and red sunset. Ending in a dazzling midnight blue with diamonds resembling stars at the west side.

“‘Wow’ is right.” Marinette responded.

“It’s as if this place has been pulled right out of a fairytale.” Tikki said.

This ball was a show of wealth after a prosperous year as a kingdom and boy did it deliver. It had been a tradition to hold such a celebration for hundreds of years, as long as the kingdom could afford it. Not everyone was invited to the ball held inside the castle, only royalty from neighboring kingdoms and some of the wealthier and more influential members of the kingdom. The KIng and Queen did offer a celebration and small feast for the rest of the kingdom, but it was nothing like this.

Marinette had been invited this year because of her acquaintance with Prince Adrien and her quickly growing influence in the dressmaking business. Her parents were also providing some of the delicacies and refreshments at the event this year, so she likely would have been invited anyways (or that’s what she told herself). Tikki was Marinette’s plus one to the event. Marinette’s first choice would have been Alya but Alya was invited by a certain someone who worked at the palace. The young guard's name was Nino, a lover of music and a very kind young man.

Tikki works as Marinette’s assistant at her small dress shop, but she also helps the Dupain-Cheng’s in the bakery from time to time. She is also the only one aware of Marinette’s second life as Ladybug. Marinette knew that dressing up and dancing are not Tikki’s favorite thing, but Tikki deserved to do this at least one. Marinette was happy that she could convince her to come. Tikki meant a lot to her.

Marinette caught a familiar face whose eye were glued directly to them, and whose mouth was slightly ajar. “I think someone likes what he’s seeing.”

“Nino!” Alya dashed straight into his arms, a large smile on her face. He swung her around before planting a small kiss on her lips and then pulling away. He admired her dress as he smiled and said something that made her smile.

Alya waved them over.

“I know you’ve seen each other but, I don't believe you have officially met.” Alya said, keeping one arm around Nino’s waist. “Nino, this is Marinette and Tikki. Marinette and Tikki, this is Nino. My boyfriend.” Her smile grew a bit larger as she said that last part.

Nino nodded in greeting. “Alya’s told me a lot about you, especially you Marinette. She says you’re quite the seamstress.”

“That’s very kind-”

“Marinette made all three of our dresses.” Alya exclaimed, stepping away to show off her dress once more. “As well as several of the other dresses in the room.”

“Dude! That’s amazing!”

Marinette blushed. “Maybe five or six of them, yes.”

“Seventeen. Marinette, we made seventeen,” Tikki corrected, giggling a little but obviously implying that it was no easy feat, “not including the three we’re wearing.”

Marinette placed her hand behind her head. She appreciated the compliments, she really did, she just never knew how to handle them. “Oh, well, i gues-”

Just then, music began to fill the room. Marinette saw the small ensemble near the front where the royal thrones were located. The lively tune got nearly everyone moving towards the center and the dancing began.

Marinette leaned against the wall, a small glass of punch in her hand, as she watched her friends dance across the floor. Alya and Nino were practically glued at the hip and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen Tikki smile so much. This was definitely an evening for the books.

The music slowly began to change into a waltz and everyone began to find a partner. After only a moment, She met a pair of emerald eyes from halfway across the room. The black mask he wore made those emerald eyes dance like summertime leaves.

Marinette gave a slight smile and nod of her head and then turned towards the refreshments table to refill her glass.

As she looked over the wide array of finger foods and delicate treats, she felt the presence of someone behind her.

“Not much of a dancer?”

Marinette turned to meet those vibrant green eyes. There was something… familiar about them, but she couldn’t tell in what way. The young man they belonged to had a dirty blond mop of hair. And by dirty she meant well, dirty. There was something irregular about the hair color, like it had been dyed, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. It was styled, but messy. He was wearing a stark black suit, very well tailored to fit his body. His tie and mask were made of deep black leather.

“I enjoy it,” Marinette said cautiously, “though I tend to move as if I had two left feet.”

He gave a small chuckle and extended his hand. “I would be more than willing to give you a few pointers.”

“I'm afraid I would step on your toes.”

“You needn’t worry about that.” Marinette’s eyes followed a small clicking noise and saw him tap the toe of his shoe on the floor. It was made of a polished silver metal, giving a large contrast to the rest of his black leather shoe.

“Wow, you like to be prepared.”

“You could say that.”

She paused for a moment before continuing, “I honestly prefer to watch. The beauty of moments like these are indescribable.”

He turned to face the ballroom, just as she had. “There’s only so much you can get out of a moment if you’re not a part of it.”

There was a bit of sadness in his voice. Marinette let her eyes study his face as his features followed the dancers gliding across the floor.

He smiled again and asked, “So, about that dance?” Marinette didn’t know what to say, she didn’t even know the guy. But she had to admit, his face was… nice to look at, at least the parts she could see. “We can’t let a pretty young woman like you not be a part of a moment like this.”

He extended his hand again, and this time she took it. As he led her into the crowd of couples she was amazed at his grace and elegance. It was like he had done this a million times before.

He placed his hand on her waist and led her into a steady waltz. “Tell me a bit about yourself.”

“Well, what would the mysterious stranger like to know?”

“Mysterious huh? I like that.” He gave her a sly grin. “What’s your noble lineage? Did you have to travel far to get here?”

“Noble lineage??” Marinette began to laugh. “I’m no stuffy royal. I live here, in Everdale.”

“My apologies, I assumed you were of royal descent by the way you were dressed.”

Marinette continued to giggle. “Every girl in here is dressed just like me.”

He lowered his head so his eyes met hers. “Believe me, they’re not.” Marinette felt her cheeks turn warm as he moved back again. “Tell me about your family, what you like to do for fun.”

“My parents own a bakery which is doing quite well. They made the eclairs and macarons for tonight actually. And and as for me, I own a small dress making business. That takes up most of my time now that I’m done with my studies”

“Wait a second.” He stopped dancing and looked at her in amusement. “Parents own a bakery, dressmaker. Marinette Dupain-Cheng?? I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you! You look amazing!”

“Do I… do we know each other?”

Marinette didn’t notice his nervous wandering eyes. Moving around as if searching for answers. “Oh uh… no! I mean, know you. Well I’ve seen you and know that you’re making quite a stir with your dresses and..” he rambled for a moment longer and then took a deep breath. “You don’t know me but, I’d love to get to know you better.”

He grabbed her hand and spun her into his arms. With her back to his chest she looked up at his kind smile and bright eyes.

They gazed at each other as the moments passed by, neither one noticing the faint clap of thunder outside.

Marinette let him guide her around the floor. A spin out, a twirl here and there. They both became lost in the music and each other's eyes, time becoming a complete mystery.

He spun her out and then pulled her back in. Putting his arm around her waist, he pulled her closer and she suppressed a small gasp. He gazed into her bluebell eyes and felt as if he was staring at the clearest blue sky. He smiled.

“Who are you really?” Marinette said in a hushed tone.

“If I told you I’d have to sweep you off your feet and take you far away from here.”

“I wouldn’t despise that.”

He began to giggle and soon let his head fall back in laughter. She caught his contagious laughter and dipped her head, grazing his well dressed chest.

“Your tie,” she said, taking her hand off his shoulder to touch and admire the workmanship, “I hadn’t noticed. It has tiny cat paw prints on it.”

“I thought it was aMeowsing.” He gave a sly smile and winked.

Marinette didn’t know if her heart had dropped or if it had stopped all together.

A faint, “Chat Noir?” escaped her lips.

His smile dropped, and his eyes began to fill with worry as he saw her face begin to morph into a look of terror. She looked around frantically and took in a sharp breath, ready to yell.

“Marinette,” Chat said gently, slightly tightening his grasp on her waist. Her terrified eyes met his. “Please let me explain.”

She froze and allowed her features to soften just a bit after seeing the sincerity in his eyes.

After she didn’t protest, he continued, “Let me explain and then if you still want to yell, I’ll let you.” He led her back into their slow waltz but kept her gaze. “I promise.”

Marinette’s heart was pounding in her ears now. They were so close together. She could take the advantage and pin him to the floor, right where they swayed, and call the guards. But, instead she nodded.

Chat took a deep, relieving breath and closed his eyes for a moment. Before he spoke, he looked around, longingly, lovingly, at the room.

“You live in a nicer part of the kingdom, so you may not understand but, there are areas of this kingdom that are struggling.” He looked back at her radiant eyes which were framed so perfectly by the pale pink mask she wore. “Many of the surrounding kingdoms are struggling as well. The King and Queen they,” He looked in their direction, his face looking even more melancholy then it had, “… they have so much wealth that they don’t know what to do with it.”

“You don’t know that for sur-”

“Marinette.” His voice was firm, “I know, believe me. I wish I could tell you how but… I can’t.” He looked again towards the King and Queen, but continued to guide her in their dance. “The Queen… doesn’t know. She believes that everything they have is being used to help and provide but the King knows the truth. He has treasures enough to feed and clothe this kingdom with the nicest goods imaginable for dozens of years. All it does is sit and collect dust.”

Marinette lifted a hand and pushed his face back towards hers. “So you’re robbing them.”

“I’ve tried reasoning with them, as best I can. Trying not to lose my life in the process. No matter what I said or what I showed them, there was always an excuse.” His voice became ruff and his temper began to raise. “The King always had an excuse.”

“What about the prince, Adrien? He has a very kind heart, I’m sure he could help.”

Chat Noir became slightly flustered at the mention of the prince. “I have- well, he has tried to help. He unfortunately doesn’t have much say in the matter and has no way to prove that what I’m saying is correct without disgracing his father. Any money he’s given… he chooses to spend it on others.”

Marinette’s cheeks became warm as she remembered her lovely sewing studio, which the prince had funded. He was so kind and generous, even more so then she had realized.

“This was the only way. The only way that people could get what they needed.” Chat said softly, almost sounding ashamed of what he’d done.

He continued to look at Marinette as she looked around the room. At the people who surrounded her, at the extravagant food, the lavish decorations, the luxurious clothes. Her eyes looked to the gold rimmed windows and her mind began to wander towards a prince who was giving what he could to his kingdom, as she realized that it was now raining. She hoped he was safe and warm, wherever the wind had taken him tonight.

“You snuck in here tonight to take more, didn’t you?” Marinette said quietly as she gazed into Chat’s eyes once more.

He slid his hand under her cheek, allowing his thumb to graze the edge of her lip.

“I did.” He stood firm, stopping their dance and looked into her eyes, “But I will not take more than they will truly miss.” He paused, being careful with his words, “If… if you will let me.” Marinette gave a small smile and grabbed the hand which was holding her cheek. She nodded, and he pulled away.

He bent into an elegant bow, and placed a gentle kiss on the back of her hand.

“Thank you.” He whispered.

And then, he was gone.

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[hopeamarsu]

Words

Ronnie Peterson x reader Words 523 Warnings: None A/N: Happy Valentine’s lovelies ❤️

Ronnie wasn’t a man of many words. Most times, he preferred to be quiet, observe and let others do the talking. And when he did talk, he rarely waxed poetic about things, it was mostly straight to the point and nothing else. Delivered with his deadpan voice, without much emotion between the lines.

But when he had met you, he found himself tongue-tied. So many words floating in his mind but not coming out right. Ronnie wanted to say all those things that danced in his brain, he wanted to shout his adoration and love from the top of the rooftops but the words never came to him.

I think you look gorgeous turned into its pretty, when you showed up for your date in a new outfit, twirling in front of him before he had the pleasure of escorting you inside the restaurant he’d chosen for that evening.

I will always be here for you turned into of course as you asked him if he could hold you when you felt sad. As Ronnie wrapped his arms around your torso, your head resting on his chest, his love for you grew and grew but the words got stuck in his throat.

But how could he tell you all he felt when nothing felt like enough? He could write lyrics, create an album full of love songs just for you, but it didn’t feel like enough. The Milky Way was not enough to describe how vast his love for you was, so how an album could contain all that?

He could build you a house, fill it with things that you two had gathered together but would even that be enough? And what was a house but a set of walls, windows, and paint. Home wasn’t a physical place but a feeling to him. To Ronnie, you were his home. With you, he’d live anywhere as long as he got to go to sleep and wake up with you in his embrace. 

“Ronnie? Where did you go?”

Your voice, the sweet melodic sound that penetrated his dreams and let him fly high, brought him back to the dinner table. You smiled at him, those pearly whites showing in that adorable way Ronnie loved. Your eyes shining as you looked at him, radiating love. Your expressive face was so beautiful; he could drown in your eyes for days and your smile had a way of wiping out all his worries. But how to tell you that?

“Nowhere special.” He hummed and took a hold of your hand. Slowly Ronnie let out a breath, gathered all that he had, and brought your hand to his lips, kissing the soft skin gently. In the end, there was only one way to tell you. 

“I love you.”

“I know.”

You smiled wider, you knew exactly the meaning and importance behind those two words. Was this fate, finding you, Ronnie thought as he felt his own smile appear, eyes crinkling at the corners with happiness. He tugged you from your seat to his arms, anchoring you to him as Ronnie kissed you deeply. Maybe words were overrated anyway. 

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[lifeofkaze]

When Stars Ignite - Chapter 14

HPHM Rockstar AU

A/N: Katriona Cassopeia (in mention) belongs to the gorgeous @kc-and-oc

General Warning: This whole fic has a general warning of being NSFW / 18+. We will give specific warnings for every chapter in itself, but several adult themes will be more or less present in every chapter, may it be explicitly or in mention. These include sexual topics, drug abuse, (ab)use of alcohol, smoking and a whole lot of cursing.

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Find the masterpost here, the previous chapter here and the next one here. The songs featured before every chapter can be found on this pretty badass playlist here.

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This work is a collaboration with @the-al-chemist

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Man, we were killin' time We were young and restless We needed to unwind I guess nothin' can last forever Forever, no… ~ Bryan Adams - Summer of ‘69 ~

Much to his relief, Orion’s fear of having been discovered seemed to prove unwarranted. Skye was a direct person, never shy to speak her mind; if she had truly seen something not meant for her eyes during the interview, Orion was sure she’d have already come and spoken to either of them.

But nothing of the sort had happened. She had acted just like she always did and his first surge of worry had died down again. Sometimes even the most focused mind was prone to being tricked and, as he had to admit to himself, focus was something he found himself lacking in these days.

It wasn’t only because of Lizzie’s teasing getting riskier that he found his mind wandering more often than not. Ever since the show they were meant to be playing for the children from the foster system had shown its face on the horizon, an ever present restlessness had been growing in Orion.

Dreams that he had pushed to the edges of his mind a long time ago had started haunting him again; they kept coming back whenever they held an event stirring the buried memories of his childhood. He loved seeing the light in the children’s faces when they were spending time with them; he knew it was a rare sight, after all. The emotional mess Orion carried back with him afterwards was the dark side of the coin, however.

The charity event was scheduled for the next day; they were to play a small acoustic set for the children in the afternoon and their regular show only a few hours later on top. To keep their spirits high before the double load, Ethan had scheduled a day off for them.

The weather was still uncharacteristically hot and so most of the band and crew had found themselves at the small pool on the rooftop of their hotel. Much to everyone’s surprise, even Artemis had joined them.

Charlie had followed Skye’s advice to take Artemis for drinks a few days prior. He had been unusually tight-lipped about it when they had asked him how it had gone down.

“It was good,” he had shrugged, “told you she’s not as bad as you all think.”

While the young pyro tech still kept her distance from the rest of them, Orion had seen her chatting with Charlie outside of their work on stage since then. He was glad she seemed to be taking a step into the right direction, lowering her armour even for the tiniest bit.

But Artemis’ tentative attempts at integrating herself with their group lounging by the pool were counteracted as soon as she took her shirt off. Everett audibly wolf-whistled at her black bikini with surprisingly colourful patterns crisscrossing it. Her withering glare was met with a lewd grin as Artemis picked up her stuff and dumped it on the deckchair farthest away from them.

Lizzie gave Everett a smack on the back of his head. “Well done, Ev, you’ve scared her away. I wanted to have a chat with her.”

Everett looked at her over the rim of his sunglasses. “I’m not stopping you. Two beauties in bikinis getting close? Who would I be to object? You could rub her back with sunscreen.”

He laughed to himself. “If Artemis isn’t up for it, I’m always here for you, gorgeous.”

A hint of the same irritation Orion felt flickered over Lizzie’s face. “You’re a real mood today.”

She got up from her own deckchair and started over in Artemis’ direction anyway, but was stopped by Charlie catching onto her wrist.

“Woah, where are you going, little rockstar?”

“Go and talk to Artemis, see if I can convince her to come over if Ev shuts up.” She gave the singer lounging in his chair a dark look.

“Nah, I don’t think so,” Charlie said and pulled her down next to him. “Trust me, if you push her you’ll be the one scaring her away. She’ll come over if she wants to.”

Lizzie opened her mouth to object but Charlie shook his head. “You can’t force her, sunshine.”

“Fine,” Lizzie snorted, not pleased by the situation, “so what’re we gonna do now?” She nodded in the direction of the pool. “Anyone up for a round of water polo?”

Everett declined, preferring to seek a better place to tan, while Merula did the opposite and withdrew to the shade with a book. So it was Charlie, Lizzie, Andre and Skye who made their way to the water. Orion would have joined them, but he was preoccupied with some ideas that had been floating around in his head since that morning; he wanted to write them down before he’d forget them.

He was lying on his stomach on his deckchair, notebook open in front of him, but found it hard to concentrate. The match of water polo going on in the pool had turned into some kind of wrestling match, like it always did eventually. Lizzie and Skye were sitting on Charlie’s and Andre’s shoulders respectively, trying to knock the other into the water; a lot of giggling and shouting was involved as they fought for the upper hand.

What really distracted him though, was the way the sunlight was refracting in the water droplets on Lizzie’s skin when she moved. It let her slender body shimmer, her tan she always got so quickly in the summer months a beautiful contrast to the vibrant red of her bikini. Her wet hair looked a lot darker than it actually was and it was clinging to her back.

Skye almost managed to knock her off Charlie’s shoulder and Lizzie laughed as she righted herself again. It was the kind of laugh that made her stand out amongst all the others, bright and captivating. It gave her an aura that was impossible to escape, drawing eyes whenever she entered a scene. She had the ability to light up a whole room with her smile, as fresh and beautiful as a sunrise.

“I’d say I’m 95.9 % sure what you’re staring at, my friend,” Orion suddenly heard the voice of Murphy next to him, “or should I rather say who?”

Orion tried not to let his surprise show; he had been so lost in thought that he hadn’t heard his best friend approach. “Your meaning is obscure to me,” he answered evasively. “I’m simply trying to work here.”

Murphy couldn’t hide his smirk. “When you’re working, your attention is usually 87.5 % focused on your work, more if no one is distracting you. Four out of five times you don’t even react when spoken to.” He glanced down at the mostly blank page of Orion’s notebook. “Today I’d say your focus is reduced to abysmal 30.9 %.” Never missing a detail, his eyes flicked to the still on-going wrestling match in the pool.

With a sigh, Orion closed his notebook and rested his head on his arms. Murphy was far too observant to be lied to, but he didn’t have to know all the details either.

He indicated their laughing friends with a slight nod of his head. “It is good that our friends are having a great time, it strengthens their bond of friendship. But they are making a lot of noise, it’s bound to draw attention.”

The dismissive sound Murphy was making clearly showed that he wasn’t buying it. “It’s obvious they’re distracting you. But from what I’ve seen, 95.5 % of the time you’ve spent looking at them were devoted to one of the pairs, and while I do have to admit that Andre’s new gold bangles are surprisingly flashy and apparently water resistant, I highly doubt it was him that drew your attention, same goes for Skye, although her hair usually is an eye catcher, I’ll give you that. That leaves Charlie and dear Lizzie, and last time I checked, you weren’t one for redheads, that’s more my thing. Not that I want to say I find Charlie particularly attractive, although some might say so, but I digress. So only one option remains, and as the one and only master of logical deductions, the great Sherlock Holmes, once said, ‘Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable…”

“...must be the truth’,” Orion finished with a sigh. “I know the quote. You're quoting numbers all day every day, do you really feel the need to go into literature as well now?"

Ignoring him, Murphy was grinning from ear to ear, clearly satisfied with his conclusions. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

Orion wasn’t answering immediately; he didn’t like Murphy’s prying at all. “Are you done, Detective McNully?”

“Fine, don’t answer me then, I don’t need confirmation,” Murphy snorted. “The stats never lie, my friend.”

Orion rolled his eyes, hoping Murphy wouldn’t delve into another one of his statistical sprees. Although he was right in that his numbers were seldom wrong, Orion himself preferred a more open-minded view of his surroundings to Murphy’s cold, analytical observations; especially, if these observations were directed at his own behaviour.

But of course, Murphy wasn’t deterred. “To the attentive observer, which of course you know that I am, all the facts are there. Eight out of ten times your mood changes for the better when Lizzie enters the room. Seven out of ten times she starts smiling when she looks at you. You two look at each other during shows and soundtracks 46.4 % more often than at the others and yes, I factored out the times when you need to because of the cues she’s giving you, thanks a lot for asking. You hug each other at the end of the shows significantly longer as well. When you leave the backstage area, you’re never leaving together but almost always in close succession.”

The blond sound technician crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Are you really sure there isn’t anything you want to tell me?”

Orion was more than a little shocked at all the facts Murphy had just thrown at him. “I had no idea it was that obvious.”

Murphy shrugged, a sly smile appearing on his face. “Only to me. You’ve been my best friend for as long as I can remember, and my above average observational skills, which of course not everyone possesses, solved 82.3 % of the mystery.”

“What’s with the rest?”

“What I can offer in facts, I sometimes lack in interpreting. Katriona connected the dots.”

“Obviously,” Orion sighed.

“So, what’s the deal with you two? Are you dating?” A frown appeared on Murphy’s face. “I thought you had a clause about this in your contracts. Ethan’s not going to like this.”

Orion vehemently shook his head. “No, you got that wrong. We’re not dating, everything is just like it has always been. We’re just enjoying additional pastimes, which - I’ll give you that - may exceed a regular friendship.”

He looked at Murphy intently. “No one besides you knows about this, and I would appreciate it if it stayed that way.”

Murphy made a non-committal sound. “Of course this doesn’t include Katriona.”

“As if any of us could keep a secret from her.”

“I normally don’t go for absolutes but that’s 100 % true,” Murphy laughed. He looked at Orion curiously. “So how long has this thing between you and Lizzie been going on now?”

“A while,” Orion answered evasively.

“The definition of ‘a while’ ranges from two weeks to up to a year. Judging by my numbers, it’s definitely not the former. Doesn’t sound like a short lived fling to me.”

“I wouldn’t call it a fling,” Orion said; it was surprisingly hard to put what was going on between them into words. “But we’re definitely not emotionally involved with each other. It’s not a matter of the heart, more of a physical extension built on the base of our friendship.”

Murphy leaned back into his wheelchair and grinned. “The old classic, friends with benefits.”

“If that’s the label you want to stick on it.”

Murphy hummed in response, following Orion’s gaze to the pool again. His voice was quieter when he spoke this time. “Do you really think that’s a good idea?”

“Why wouldn’t it be? We are both on the same page about it.”

“Just saying, things like these seldomly work out as well as they start. Approximately 89.6 % of physical relationships end in chaos, tears or both.”

The memory of his own initial worry emerged in the back of Orion’s mind. He watched as Skye gave Lizzie a final push that sent her toppling from Charlie’s shoulders. She shrieked before she crashed into the water, but was already laughing again when she resurfaced; Orion firmly pushed his concerns away.

“It won’t escalate with us,” he said. “Both of us value our friendship, and the fate of Equinox even more so. We’ve established very clear rules. I appreciate your worries, but they are misplaced.”

“As much as I love rules for the structure they’re bringing, rules can easily be broken,” Murphy said. “Just be careful, okay? Mixing friendship with sex can be a lot of fun but the devil’s in the detail.”

They both watched Lizzie climbing out of the pool and heading over into their direction. When she passed Everett, he pulled down his sunglasses and watched after her, his eyes very slowly travelling up and down her body. He said something to her Orion couldn’t hear, but Lizzie only rolled her eyes, shot something back and continued on her way. Murphy's eyes flicked from her to Orion.

“Aren’t you bothered with Ev hitting on her?”

Orion shrugged. “Why would I? She’s not my girlfriend, and she can perfectly handle herself, as you’ve just seen.”

“That she undoubtedly can,” Murphy laughed, “I’ll better be off now and leave you two alone. I wonder where my beautiful wife is. I haven’t seen her in quite a while now.”

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