#like if you were to kiss him you would get lip flakes all over your lips

[nintenka]

i made a daan pfp for my friend

#art #fear & hunger #fear & hunger termina #fear and hunger fanart #daan fear and hunger #doodle #its fun drawing like this but also i dont want people thinkin im bad at drawing yk #ermmmmm fart #this guy def has the most dry crusty musty dusty ass lips ever #like if you were to kiss him you would get lip flakes all over your lips #sorry for the daan slander but its probably canon

[luvjunie]

— broken promises

pairing: earth 42 miles x fem!reader

summary: while earth 42 miles comes off a lot tougher than 1610’s based off his cold demeanor and his trauma induced apathy, somewhere under that hard shell, he’s still the sweet boy he used to be and wants love just like anyone else. miles is aged up to 17 in this, simply for the plot! wc: 2,640

contains: spoilers!!! angst to fluff

word bank: “mi vida” - my life, “mi amor” - my love

playing now: Wasted Love Freestyle by Jhene Aiko

You and Miles have been dating for 7 months now, and lately he hasn’t been around as much as he’d like to, for obvious reasons. Well, not obvious to you. You still don’t know that Miles is the Prowler, and he’s intent on keeping it that way.

It’s the third time he’s flaked on plans he arranged himself this month, and he can tell you’re beyond tired of it with the way you just blew his phone up.

— Miles POV —

Miles’ phone buzzes in his pocket but he decides against checking it, marking it off as something unimportant. He’s already accepted a job from his Uncle and a distraction wouldn’t do him any good right now.

8:03 PM

Mi Vida: please don’t tell me you’re doing this again bro.

Mi Vida: this is a joke, right?

Mi Vida: hello?? you were supposed to be outside thirty minutes ago.

Mi Vida: Miles Gonzalo Morales I swear to GOD if I don’t hear your motorcycle revving outside in the next five minutes so help me.

*buzz buzz*

Ignored.

*buzz buzz*

*buzz buzz*

He kissed his teeth, lashes fluttering in aggravation and air puffing through his nostrils at the continuous buzzing against his leg. His shoulder fell to the side a bit as he reached down into his pocket to grab his phone while he climbed up the stairwell, following his uncle. Seeing your contact name on his lock screen, his brow raised as he read over the message, then they bunched together in the middle of his forehead incredulously, the tone of your texts causing his strides to falter.

Miles was genuinely confused for a moment, trying to think back on if he’d done anything to upset you, until the memory of him assuring you he wouldn’t do this again slapped him across the face harder than his mom did that one time he’d cursed at her on accident. The two of you had a date planned for tonight, and he swore to you he’d be there this time, fifteen minutes early at that, even though he knew there was a big chance he wouldn’t be able to make it all. It was selfish of him to promise something he couldn’t guarantee, knowing how demanding the other factors in his life were, but he was so tired of disappointing you, and how happy you looked when he told you you guys would finally get to spend some time together really had him thinking he could make it work this time.

Eyes falling shut for a beat, a heavy sigh leaves his lips, tongue darting out to dampen them as he quickly tries to think of something to respond with that won’t piss you off more than you already are.

He texts you back: sorry Mami, something came up yk how it is. i got you tomorrow tho fasho

Yeah. Real smooth.

*buzz buzz*

Mi Vida: yk what, just forget it, Miles.

Damn, she called me by my first name? I definitely fucked up this time. He thinks to himself.

Mi Vida: whoever you’re with is clearly more important to you than what we got goin on, so it’s cool. stay where you at, i’m done

Shit.

His heart beats a little faster in his chest, the sensation a semblance of something he hadn’t felt in years. Fear. He texts back as fast he can, head snapping up to see he’s fallen behind his Uncle, and he hurriedly jumps a few stairs before he comes to a stop again.

Miles: done??? the fuck you mean you done?

You don’t respond fast enough for his liking, so he double texts.

Miles: baby stop playin. you trippin it ain’t even like that at all

Mi Vida: i’m deadass. don’t call my phone.

He utters a string of curses under his breath, alerting his Uncle who had already noticed he was falling behind when he heard the inconsistency of his nephew’s footsteps. He’s ample steps above Miles, turning his head only slightly over his shoulder to address the distracted teenager.

“C’mon man, get off the phone. We got business to tend to. You in or you out?” Aaron asks. “You know I can’t have nobody holdin’ me back.” There’s a hint of something deeper playing within his words, and Miles knows he doesn’t have a choice.

He swallows hard as he looks up at the older man. Taking one last look down at his phone, his jaw clenches in contemplation before he’s shaking his head with a quiet sigh and shoving it back into his pocket. He’ll have to deal with this later.

“My fault. Yeah, I’m in.” He mumbles, doing a quick jog to catch up to the man.

His uncle’s lips quirk into a smirk, a heavy hand coming down to clap Miles’ back and squeeze his shoulder.

“My man. Aight, let’s roll.”

— Your POV —

8:05 PM

You: i’m deadass. don’t call my phone.

You watch closely as the three dots bubble at the bottom left corner of your screen, an indicator that he was typing. But instead, a quiet scoff slips from your mouth when they disappear, your shoulders slumping in disappointment at the word that appears below your last message.

Seen

You angrily toss your phone onto your bed, bottom lip quivering when you catch a glance at yourself in the mirror when you walk by. You’d gotten dressed up all nice just for him, because you knew the chance of him being free for a night to take you out was rare. You’d started your makeup early just to make sure he wouldn’t have to wait outside for you while you finished, and you’d even styled your hair the way you knew he liked. All for nothing.

You kicked your shoes off and dropped your purse to the ground, heading to your bathroom to undo all your work. You washed all the makeup off your face, the act feeling more humiliating than ever when you remembered why you’d even put it on in the first place. To feel pretty for someone who barely even showed up.

You closed your eyes and tried to calm down, hastily reaching back over to check your phone just one more time. Maybe he was thinking of what to say, and that’s why he’d left you on seen.

Seen 25 minutes ago

Maybe not.

You hated crying. And more than anything you were tired of doing it, especially when broken promises were the cause of your wasted tears. Your evening was basically wasted, and you weren’t in the mood to do anything else anyway, so you decided that you’d call it a night and head to bed early. You slipped on some comfy sleep shorts, tying your hair up for the night before grudgingly tugging a large t-shirt over your head. Your brow perked up at the scent that wafted past your nostrils, and pinching the shirt with your forefinger and thumb, you brought the fabric to your nose and immediately caught a whiff of Miles’ cologne. You then realized you’d put on a shirt you stole from him a while back, and the way your heart fluttered made you even more upset than you already were. You brushed it off to the best of your ability and crawled into bed, trying your hardest to keep your sniffling to a minimum as you pulled your blankets over your shoulder.

____

As soon as he’d gotten the job done and his Uncle gave him the okay to dip, Miles’ feet were moving at the speed of light down the stairwell. And while he had sort of rushed the plays he made with some of the city’s goons, he just had to pray that all his Uncle’s money was in the banded wad of cash he returned with, or it would be his ass.

Skipping a few steps he hopped down onto the platform before the next set, checking his phone for the time simultaneously.

10:15 PM

“Damn.” He groaned, pushing through the doors, cool wind hitting his face. Once he reached his motorcycle he shoved his helmet over his head, hopped on, and sped off with a “skrrrt”.

He sped through the streets carelessly, something you definitely would’ve scolded him for had you been riding on the back of his bike with him, with your arms tight around his waist to hold on like you always did. He bobbed and weaved through cars, lane splitting between a few of them and he may have even ran a red, but he wasn’t paying enough attention to remember. All he could focus on was that you said you were “done”, whatever the hell that meant, and he was adamant on making sure you weren’t.

____

You didn’t know when you’d dozed off, three steady knocks, a fourth one after a pause hitting against your window, resulting in your eyes snapping open at the disruption. You sat up on your mattress, the ball of your hand rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you peered across the room. Once they adjusted in the darkness and you recognized the familiar, lanky body of your boyfriend standing outside on the fire escape, the events of just two hours ago played over in your mind like a record.

With a roll of your eyes, you huffed and swung your legs over the side of your bed, pushing yourself onto your feet. Miles watched as you sleepily trudged over to the window, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans, head slightly lowered and tilted to the side, as if he were already apologizing before you’d even made it to him.

Hooking your fingers underneath the edge of your window, with a quiet grunt you pulled it up, effectively lifting the barrier between your bodies. You instantly felt your yearning for him come back full force, and wanted nothing more than to throw yourself into his arms, but you restrained. Your eyes met his, the cool night air breezing into your room, and his heart clenched. Somehow he was able to feel the coolness in your demeanor, yet the cold weather hadn’t bothered him at all.

He was the first to speak.

“Hola, Mami.” He sized you up once, taking notice of your eyes that were slightly puffy from crying.

His voice was like silk to your ears, alluring and confident, almost hypnotizing, and it aggravated you that you felt yourself gravitating towards him off two simple words.

“Why are you here, Miles?” You sighed, arms slapping at your sides in exasperation.

He looked slightly taken aback, chin lifting a bit as if you’d asked something completely outlandish.

“What you mean why I’m here? You my girl, shit, this my crib too.” He shrugged, so nonchalant, as if nothing had happened. You wondered if it had even been him texting you earlier.

“You left me on seen, remember? Stood me up, too?” Your head cocked to the side to match the attitude in your tone, brows raising at him. What excuse would he use this time?

He dragged a hand down his face, exhaling heavily before he spoke up again.

“I was… busy. Look, my bad, okay? You gon’ let me in or what? Ian come all the way over here to stand outside.” He demanded with a gesture towards the opening, his hazel eyes glinting in the moonlight and thawing the ice that’d been temporarily encased around your heart. There was the smallest hint of a smirk on his lips, because he already knew the answer.

Your lips pursed and you stepped to the side, a laggard arm stretched out beside you, silently granting him access to your room.

He stepped through the window frame and you closed it after him, his hands folding around the collar then the hem of his jacket as he adjusted it and turned towards you.

“I can’t keep doing this with you, Miles. It isn’t fair.” You mumbled, hating the way your voice split your words.

His head dipped to the side a bit as he took in your solemn expression and the way your gaze was cast to the floor, as if you were trying to contain your tears. He wasn’t the best at this, he knew that, and showing affection effectively really wasn’t his strong suit. He usually made it up to you by bringing you a few hundreds he’d made from a deal, paired with some roses he’d picked up on the way to your house at the last second— but you both knew paper and flowers wouldn’t fix it this time.

“I’m sorry, I mean it.” He said, reaching for your hand to bring you close and grateful when your eyes finally lifted to lock onto his, although seeing them tear-filled wrapped him in a deep-seated emotion he didn’t even want to acknowledge.

Miles rarely said he was sorry. If ever. Did he apologize? Yes, but it was usually a ‘my bad’ or a ‘my fault’, or some other term that’d get the point across without him have to use too much emotion. Hearing the words ‘I’m sorry’ from him was an anomaly, it happened once in a blue moon, so this time you knew he really meant it. In your heart you knew he meant it, but that didn’t stop the tear you’d been trying to keep at bay from rolling down your cheek.

His thumb caught the tear almost instantly, swiping it from the soft of your skin. It didn’t belong there, and he hated to be the reason why you were crying in the first place.

“Where do you disappear to, Miles?” You sniffled.

He sighed, glancing back over at the window. He considered telling you the truth, but he knew he couldn’t.

“I’m just tryna keep you safe, ma.”

“You always say that!” You squeaked, making sure to keep your voice down, you had technically snuck him in. You ripped your hand from his grasp, turning your face away from him as another tear fell. “Do you not trust me or something? Is that it?”

“Of course I trust you,” His eyebrows knit together at your question and he stole your hand from your side again.

“So why can’t you tell me?” You pleaded, eyes big and glossy.

“I just-“ He paused. “I can’t let you get hurt. The shit I do…” You watched as he hesitated, like even speaking about the subject pained him. “It ain’t good.” He swallowed, a hand coming up to cup your cheek. “And I’ll be damned if I put you in the middle of my shit. I love you… okay?” He moved closer to you, and when you turned from him once again he brought your face right back to his, this time with both his hands. He wasn’t going to let you go, and while Miles was rough around the edges, and seemingly devoid of any emotion other than anger or resentment for the world—he always handled you with care.

“I love you, Y/n, I put that on everything. I’ll burn this whole world down for you, you hear me? Don’t think I won’t.” He stared into your eyes longingly, intent on making sure you didn’t just hear every word, but that you understood them, too.

You couldn’t help but lean into his hand, your own coming up to hold at his wrist as you inhaled shakily and gave him a bleak nod.

That wasn’t enough for him. He needed to hear you say it.

“Do you understand?” He articulated his words, bringing his head down slightly to match your height a bit more.

“I understand.” You said softly, looking up at him through your lashes before your gaze fell to his lips. He took that as his sign, leaning forward and bringing you into a kiss.

You melted into him immediately, like you always did, eyes fluttering closed as your lips moved against his, and as his hands fell to your hips to pull you in closer, like they always did.

You broke the kiss for air, your hand resting on his bicep and your lips ghosting his as you spoke, as you shared the same breath. “I love you too…” You breathed, standing on your toes.

“Good,” You felt him grin before he pulled away, his hand pinching your chin to make you look at him. “Cause you not leaving me, ever. I can’t let no one else have you, Mami, you know that.” He cooed.

You felt heat flush your cheeks, a smile you couldn’t hide finally spreading on your face.

“Yeah yeah, I know.” You answered, chewing at your bottom lip. “Can you stay?” You whispered, eyes shifting between his hopefully as you awaited his answer.

“Ah…” He rubbed at the back of his neck, piping up again before you could get disappointed. “What about your moms?”

“She sleeps in on the weekends, you just gotta be outta here by nine. Please, pa?” You whined, already reaching for his hands.

He chuckled to himself and shook his head slightly, having to look away from the adorable look on your face. He tried to remain in denial of the fact that he was so deep in love with you he could hardly think sometimes, let alone say no, but he was failing. Miserably.

“Of course I’ll stay, mi amor.”

Your expression lit up, a toothy smile brightening your features as he let you lead him to your bed.

He made sure to remove his shoes before he laid down, settling on his back. He extended his arm out to you as he tucked the other behind his head, motioning for you to join him with his fingers.

You crawled into his open embrace, getting comfortable on top of his chest and nuzzling your head under his chin. You began to feel drowsy the second he wrapped his arm around you, a yawn leading your eyes to water. His hand slowly moved from where it was resting on your back, dipping beneath the hem of your shirt, the warmth of his skin against yours comforting to you. His large hand rubbed up and down the expanse of your back, the tips of his fingers drawing lines along your spine— you always fell asleep easier when he did that. You listened to the steady beating of his heart, fingers idly toying with the gold chain he kept around his neck.

“I’m really sorry I ain’t make it tonight. I know you prolly got all pretty for me n’shit… and I wish I got to see it, but that’s on me.” He grumbled. He’d beat himself up over this for a while.

“S’okay.” You say it is, but he knows it’s not. He knows better. “I missed you.” Your quiet voice murmured from below him as you scooted in impossibly closer.

His jaw tensed as he stared up at your ceiling, a deep breath from his diaphragm raising you a little bit with his chest, and lowering you as he released it. “I know.” His response was hushed, and as sleep continued creeping in, you wondered if you’d imagined it.

But when you felt a long, drawn-out kiss press to the top of your head, his hand rubbing soothing circles between your shoulder blades, you knew it was real. The last thing you heard before you dozed off was his voice, mellow and gentle as he assured you.

“Ima do better, mama. I promise, for real this time.”

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[hihomeghere]

Blue Ain’t Your Color | Arthur Morgan / Reader

Word count : 3k Warnings/tags: Alcohol, consuming alcohol, bar setting, talk of manipulative exes, kissing, cursing, bachelor/bachelorette party, talk of infidelity, Modern!AU Summary : Loosely based on the song, Blue Ain't Your Color. After a rough breakup you force yourself to go to your best friend’s joint bachelor/bachelorette party. Knowing that a certain best man will be there.

As the hours ticked closer to 5pm, you wondered how rude it would be to flake out on your best friends' bachelorette party. It wasn’t like she’d be alone, after sharing a friend group for so long it was only natural to have a combined bachelor and bachelorette party. And for as long as John and Abigail were together your little group felt more like family than friends.

Your phone buzzed next to you, a telltale sign of a text. Most likely from your asshole ex.

Fuck it. You picked it up, turning it towards your face. Abigail’s name popped up instead of his as a welcomed surprise.

‘You have about thirty more minutes to sulk before you better get your ass down here.’ You snorted at her message, rolling your eyes.

‘I was not sulking🙄’ You texted back, caught red handed by her unreasonable psychic senses.

‘I know you.’ She messaged, before the three little dots pop up again. ‘He wasn’t even hot, you were doing charity work.’ You laughed shaking your head, the first real smile gracing your face for the first time in two weeks.

‘True.’ You text back, sighing as you pull yourself off of your couch. ‘I’ll see you in 20😘’

It’s just one night, one night where you end your pity party. Abigail’s right, he wasn’t even that hot, and an awful kisser to boot. You needed to put your feelings aside and be there for your best friend.

You knew you’d had fun, all your girls would be there, and there would be karaoke. You knew you’d be heartbroken if you missed Sean and Lenny’s rendition of Don’t go breaking my heart. You applied your makeup, making sure to look killer in all the photos that would inevitably end up on social media. It was the best revenge for him sleeping with his girl ‘best friend’, to show him what he’s missing. And if you happened to look good for another certain man, well that was just a bonus.

Throwing on your best little black dress, you admired how it hugged your curves. Checking your makeup and hair one more time before heading out the door for your Uber.

It wasn’t long until you pulled up at the Horseshoe Overlook, the place to be on a Friday night. You could see Javier in front of the entrance, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

“Ay! There she is!” He exclaimed as you stepped out of your Uber, grinning as he walked over to you pulling you into a hug.

“Hey Javi.” You chuckled, “Everyone else inside?” You asked as he pulled away, sparks falling to the ground as he tapped his cigarette.

“You know it.” He grinned, motioning inside with a tilt of his head. You took a deep breath before pushing open the doors, the smell of alcohol and fried food filling your nostrils. It didn’t take you long to find the rambunctious group of assholes you called your best friends.

You could already see Sadie on Charles shoulders, waving at you with a huge grin on her face. Abigail immediately threw her arms around you.

“You done sulking?” she laughed, pressing a shot into your hand. You threw it back, a shiver running through you as the alcohol ran down your throat.

“I’m working on it.” You chuckled, shaking your head. “It’s kind of hard to be sad around y'all." You smiled, looking around at your friends. Your eyes seemed to find- well not find- the man you had hoped to see tonight. The best man.

“Arthur’s not here yet if you’re wondering.” Abigail whispered, a mischievous glint in her bright blue eyes.

“I wasn’t looking for him.” You said, rolling your eyes, lying through your teeth.

“Well in case you were wondering,” She started, her hand wrapping around your waist as she pulled you close. “He’s single.” You furrowed your brows, your head snapping to look at her. Ever since you could remember Arthur had been stuck on this one girl, Mary. They had the absolute worst on and off again relationship you’d ever seen. Honestly it was painful to watch at points, and let’s just say she didn’t get along with most of the group.

“I’m not looking to be a rebound, thank you very much.” You said, trying to stay as nonchalant as possible. Of course, Abigail saw straight through your facade, but she didn’t push it.

“Alright honey, whatever you say.” She cooed, fixing her ‘bride’ sash before going off to find John. The bright neon blue lights illuminating the low lit bar. You snuck away from the festivities, making your way to the bar and setting yourself on an open stool. Flagging down one of the bartenders for a drink. Maybe you’d drown your sorrows a bit before getting back to the party. Your phone buzzed in your pocket. Not thinking twice about it, you pulled it out checking the notification. Your smile fell off your face as you read the latest test from your ex. Who was apparently working on the new record of how many times someone could say they’ve ‘changed’ in a day.

You groaned, laying your phone face down on the bar top. Thankful for the vodka cran placed in front of you. Even though it was cheaper to drink away your sorrows at home, it never tasted quite as good. You slowly sipped your drink, watching the white cubes slowly get more transparent in the red liquid.

“You gonna drink it or just watch the ice melt?” A deep rumbling voice asked, as no one other than human sunshine Arthur Morgan pulled up next to you. The man who had been strictly off limits for years now dangled in front of you on a hook. His hands were stained as he laid them on the bar top, no doubt from the various vehicles he’d worked on all day.

“Still debating.” You sighed, offering him a small smile.

“Rough day?” He asked, his flannel rolled up to his elbows, showing off his tanned forearms.

“More like week.” You said with a weak chuckle, your cheeks already heating up with the hunk of a man next to you. How Arthur and John were brothers you had no idea. They were near opposites of each other. Let’s just say, you and Abigail never had to worry about fighting over boys. Arthur slipped off his cap, pushing his honey blond locks back with his calloused hand before setting his hat back on his head. His bright azure eyes scanned the bar even though you knew he would buy the same drink as always.

“Yeah,” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, “Yeah I get that.” He said, calling the bartender over with a raise of his finger.

You sipped your drink, squeezing the lime before placing it back on the rim. Cooling the rising heat in your cheeks as Arthur moved closer to you. A deep rumbling laugh left his lips as you turned to see what was causing him so much joy. You saw Sean hoist Lenny onto his shoulders, nearly falling over with the weight of him. If they weren’t careful they’d get kicked out again.

He turned his rosy cheeked face towards you, eyeing you with a questioning look. “So,” He said, raising his bourbon to his lips, “Where’s what’s his face?”

You chuckled dryly, shaking your head. “Probably chasing after anything with a pair of tits.” You huffed, rolling your eyes, taking a long sip of your drink.

“That’s a shame.” He whistled, although from the tone in his voice you can tell it’s anything but a shame. You shrug, looking back towards the rest of the group.

“Not really, none of you guys liked him much anyway.” You said twirling your straw around in your drink, a deep frown etched on your face.

“Yeah, but you liked him.” He said, nudging your shoulder, offering you a sad smile. If anyone knew how you felt it would be Arthur. Mary wasn’t exactly popular with your group of friends either.

As much as you hated to admit it, you did like him. Maybe that’s the problem, no matter how much everyone said he didn’t deserve you, he still broke your heart.

“I know it ain’t my place,” He starts, holding up his hand, “But blue ain’t your color.” He said, wetting his lips before bringing his glass up. The corner of your mouth tugged upwards, as you looked at him from the corner of your eye. “There she is.” He said with a smile.

If it was anyone else talking to you this way, you’d think they were flirting with you. Maybe you were just hoping that the same could be said for Arthur. But you knew it wasn’t likely, Arthur wasn’t the type of guy to pick up some random girl from a bar and take her home. Maybe in his younger years, when Mary and him had called it quits for the umpteenth time, but not now. Then again, you weren’t some random girl.

“That was incredibly cheesy.” You chuckle, rolling your eyes, a smile growing on your lips.

Being around Arthur was like having your own personal bit of sunlight, he exuded warmth, brightening up any room. You on the other hand could practically hear the thunder rolling from the clouds that hung over your head. Why he had decided to sit with you, you didn’t know. Other than the fact that he was just a good guy.

“So, I heard about you and Mary.” You said, clearing your throat, looking up at him. He grimaced, rubbing the back of his neck, a shadow passing across his face.

“You and the whole town.” He sighed, bringing his glass to his lips, sucking in a breath as it ran down his throat. You nodded, taking another sip of your drink.

“It won’t be long until y'all are back together anyway.” You said, twirling your straw around in your drink, biting your lip as you looked down.

“No.” He said, shaking his head, "She's- well she’s moved on, think I should too.” He nodded, a light blush coloring his cheeks.

“And here everyone thought you were gonna get married next.” You said nudging his elbow, trying to hide your jealous tone.

“Me?” He asked, his head snapping to look at you, a bewildered look on his face. “No way, not to her at least.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Her and I, well we didn’t agree on most things. A marriage between us would have been doomed from the start. But uh, we probably shouldn’t be talking about doomed marriages, bad luck and all.” He said with a toothy grin.

“Didn’t know you were superstitious.” You smiled.

“Well it’s not every day your little brother finds someone stupid enough to marry him.” He teased, although you could hear a hint of truth in his tone.

“Well Abigail is pretty taken by him.” You chuckled, looking over at the two of them.

“Yeah, they’re good for each other. She keeps him in line.” He nodded, finishing his drink before setting it down on the bar top.

“Happy to pass your job off?” You asked with a smirk.

“John hasn’t listened to me in years.” He laughed, rolling his eyes. “Other than Abigail, Dutch is the only person he listens to.” You smiled, watching the rest of your friends pair off and hit the dance floor. Your heart slowly sunk into your stomach.

“Hey.” He said, giving you a lopsided smile, “Could this old fool have a dance?” He asked, holding out his hand for you to take.

“You ain’t that old.” You laughed taking his hand, butterflies erupting in your stomach. His calloused hand was surprisingly warm and gentle as he held yours. He pulled you off of your stool, leading you onto the dance floor.

“Atta girl Y/n!” Karen called from the sideline, holding up a very intoxicated Sean. You were thankful for the low lights, knowing you were red as a tomato. Your cheeks burning as Arthur turned to face you.

“Hey,” His finger lifted your chin, “eyes on me, alright?” He grinned, you wondered if you had imagined the slight waver in his voice. You nodded, swallowing thickly as another song started to play. One his hands holding your hip while the other clasped your own. You looked over at the other couples, your foot landing on top of Arthur’s boot.

“Sorry!” You whispered, wincing. He chuckled, shaking his head.

“That was nothin’.” He grinned, twirling you in a gentle circle.

“I’m not the best dancer.” You admitted, chucking weakly as you looked down at your feet.

“Oh c’mon now,” He said pulling you closer, his hand on the small of your back, “You’re not so bad.” He spun you around on the wooden dance floor, his eyes sparkling under the disco ball. “You just gotta let me lead.”

It was getting harder with every passing moment to fight your feelings from bubbling over. He was so handsome, the sweetest guy in the whole world. More importantly he was your friend, not just because he wanted to get in your pants, but because he cared. It didn’t hurt that he was a fantastic dancer, too.

“Used to see you out dancin’ every weekend with the girls.” He said softly. That had been right before you got together with your ex. He didn’t like dancing and he didn’t want you going out if he couldn’t go with you. It was controlling in hindsight, but at the time you had on your rose colored glasses.

“Guess I’m not as good as I used to be.” You chuckled, a nervous grin tugging at your lips.

“That’s alright, darlin’.” He said softly, his hand moving to between your shoulder blades as he dipped you. You held onto his shoulder, his hand sliding down your thigh. Your breath caught in your throat. “You just need to practice.” He whispered before pulling you back onto your feet. Your breaths mingled, your chest brushing against his with every inhale.

His eyes moved from yours to your lips. His words ringing out in your head. Think I should move on too. He leaned down, his nose brushing against yours as he captured your lips. Before you know what you’re doing you’re pushing him off. Running across the dance floor and out into the parking lot, like the clock had struck midnight. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you held onto your forearms. The cool night air biting your nose and cheeks.

You wouldn’t be a rebound. You couldn’t do that. You wouldn’t when you’ve been in love with Arthur for a lot longer than you’d like to admit.

“Y/n!” He calls from the entrance, striding over to you. His eyes almost frantic and his mouth set in a thin line. “I’m sorry, alright?”

“It’s fine Arthur.” You said shaking your head, looking down.

“No, no it’s not you just- you just got out of a relationship and-“ He lets out a frustrated groan as he runs his hand through his hair. His other hand crushing his hat in his fist. “I was outta line.” He said, his gaze falling to the ground as he hung his head.

“I just- I can’t be a rebound Arthur.” You said, shaking your head as you looked up at him.

“A what?” He asked, his brows furrowed as he met your gaze. “Is that what you think this is?” He scoffed, looking down.

“If that’s not what this is then what is it?” You asked, your brows furrowing as you crossed your arms. He sighed, meeting your eyes. He looked wrecked, his chest heaving as he chewed his lower lip.

“I-“ he sighed, putting his hat back on. “I like you y/n, a lot.” He confessed, his hands resting on his hips. “More than I should.” He said mostly to himself as he shook his head.

“But Mary-“

“Mary and I have been done for months.” He said cutting you off. “We were both stringing each other along even though we didn’t love each other.” He sighed, running a hand down his face. “We both… well we both had feelings for other people.” He admits, his eyes holding a sort of desperation. Like he was silently pleading you to believe him. Your heart was pounding in your chest. “When I heard you were single I didn’t want to miss my chance.” He sighed.

Your mouth hung open like a dead fish, not the most attractive thing after someone just confessed they had feelings for you. “I-“

“Don’t feel like you gotta say nothin’.” He said, holding his hand up. “I understand if you don’t feel the same way.” He said, pursing his lips. You shook your head, rushing over to him and slamming your lips against his. Your hands wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer. His hands immediately found your waist, holding you against the hard line of his body.

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” You asked breathlessly, a grin spreading across your face. He blinked, the gears slowly turning in his head.

“Why didn’t you?” He asked with an equally breathless chuckle, his thumbs rubbing against your hips. You shook your head, grinning as you rested your forehead against his.

“Didn’t think you liked me like that.” You admitted, your cheeks flushed, the cold chill nipping your nose.

“I’d be a fool not to.” He laughed, cupping your cheek. He brought your chin up, pressing his lips against yours in a sweet embrace. Your toes nearly curling in your shoes. “Although, you do need some more practice with your dancin’.” He teased, “Maybe I could take you out sometime?”

“I’d like that.” You nodded, pressing your lips against his again. Arthur’s lips were more intoxicating than anything you could have ordered inside.

“You know we’re never gonna hear the end of it when we walk back in there.” You chuckled looking up at him.

“They’re probably too drunk to notice,” He mused, “besides, I want everyone to know that smile on your lips is cause of me.” He said throwing his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close as he kissed your head.

#rdr2 #arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #Arthur Morgan x reader #john marston #abigail roberts #abigail marston #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews #sean macguire #lenny summers #karen jones #hihomeghere #red dead redemption #red dead #javier escuella

[wnobin]

dinosaurs and bears 🦕

childhood crush! anton x fem! reader

genre: fluff, slightly suggestive

chapter synopsis: you and anton reconnect in college but he seems different. different hair colour, different style, but still the same anton you fell in love with.

intro | part one | part two | part three | part four (final!)

it’s been almost a year since you last saw anton in person. you stood outside his house, waiting for your turn to say your goodbyes to him, trying your best to suppress your tears. after anton’s dad gave him a hug and patted his back, it was now your turn with him.

“so are you excited to spend the next four hours on the road?” anton chuckled softly at your question, nodding as he reached into his bag and pulling out something. it was your childhood teddy bear that you gave him during your first meeting as kids. “not really but it’ll be more tolerable when i have a mini you with me.”

at this point your lips were already quivering, eyes welling up with tears. “can’t believe you’re bringing mr. fuzzles with you…” your voice was shaking, tears already rolling down your cheeks. how were you supposed to deal with not seeing anton everyday? you just wanted him close all the time, he was the one you ran to every time something good or bad happened and you couldn’t imagine running to anyone else. as supportive as you were, you didn’t want him to leave at all.

“c’mon you promised you wouldn’t cry. you pinky promised!” anton playfully ruffled your hair before bringing his thumb up to wipe the tears off your rosy cheeks. you had snot dripping from your nose, hiccuping as you sobbed. despite that, anton still found you adorable and thought you were so, so pretty. he couldn’t help but pull you into a tight hug, rubbing your back as he comforted you. you held onto him tightly, as if it would stop him from leaving. “don’t want you to go, anton… who’s gonna tie my laces for me and read to me when i can’t sleep?”

letting out a shaky breath, anton felt tears threatening to fall. he told you not to cry but he couldn’t help but to do the same when he saw how heartbroken you were over him leaving. he didn’t want to let go of you, your presence feeling like home to him. he eventually broke the hug, hands finding their way to your cheeks as he tilted your head up to look at him. anton’s eyes were glossy and he let out shaky breaths through his parted lips. he looked so pretty like this. you always thought anton was the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen. anton leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “call me when you can’t sleep. i’ll read you bedtime stories, like always. okay?”

eventually, anton had to leave. you waved him goodbye until the car was out of sight and you weren’t crying as hard anymore. you promised yourself that day that you would do anything to be by anton’s side again. you couldn’t bear being apart from him. sure, you and anton would frequently call at any spare moment you two had, no matter how tired you both were. it just wasn’t the same, you wanted anton as close to you as possible. you spent day and night studying hard, telling yourself that it would all be worth it when you get into the same college as anton and you would be with him again. your other friends called you insane, dedicating hours to studying and flaking on plans with them just so you could attend the same school as anton. you ignored them, they didn’t understand and they were never as important to you as anton was anyways. after months of putting your heart and soul into endless hours of studying, your efforts finally paid off when you opened the acceptance letter to anton’s college. anton didn’t know that you were studying so hard just to be with him again and you didn’t know how to break the news to him.

now here you were, standing in front of anton’s dorm room while carrying two heavy bags filled with items to give him. you decided it was best to surprise him in person. when anton’s parents found out you were planning to visit him, his mom made sure to send you off with boxes upon boxes of homemade food and a slip of paper with anton’s address on it. you were hesitant to ring the doorbell, maybe you should have called him beforehand instead of showing up out of the blue. before you could ring the doorbell or pussy out and leave, the door of the unit swung open to reveal a taller male with brown hair. “can i help you?” this definitely wasn’t anton and anton didn’t have roommates either.

realisation sunk in. this wasn’t anton’s dorm and you were given the wrong address. “oh my god— i must be at the wrong dorm, i was looking for—“

“y/n?”

you turned your head to find anton standing next to you. he was carrying a duffle bag, hair messy and slightly disheveled, as if he just came from practice. you stared at him, taken aback by how different he looked now compared to when you last saw him. anton was taller now, arms bigger, and his hair was red. you completely forgot about the stranger whose door you were standing at. “you never told me you dyed your hair.”

“and you never told me you were coming.” he ran his fingers through his red strands, corners of his lips turning to give you his shy smile that you missed seeing so badly. your heart couldn’t help but to skip a beat. although he looked different, his soft spoken voice and personality stayed the same and you felt like you were falling in love all over again. “came here to surprise you.”

anton pulled you into a tight hug, almost crushing your bones. you didn’t care that he was sweaty, you just missed his touch and wanted to stay like that for as long as possible. anton was here. anton is finally by your side again. “um, hello…??”

your attention was brought back to the confused man and you cleared your throat, apologising. “eunseok, this is y/n! you remember her, my best friend!” anton talked about you to his college friends? your head began to turn dizzy, a slight blush creeping up onto your cheeks as you waved at eunseok, who waved back. “did my mom give you the wrong unit number? swear she does that all the time, so many of my packages end up at eunseok’s dorm.” anton groaned as he looked at the slip of paper with his address that you held. you nodded sheepishly, still unable to process that you were seeing anton in person again and how good he looked. college really did him good. “well, i’m gonna head to my classes. you two have fun!”

eunseok bid his goodbyes after locking his door, leaving you and anton on your own. “these for me?” he gestured to the food filled bags. “your mom made it for you.”

“really?! i missed it so much. missed you too, of course.”

anton mumbled the last part but you still heard it, your mind replaying his words. anton missed you. you wondered if he thought about you as much as you did about him. you couldn’t help but to stare at him unashamedly. while you remained the same height, anton looks like he had a growth spurt in the past year, towering over you. his shoulders were wider and arms so toned and muscular now. “you gonna keep staring or you wanna come in?”

snapping back to reality, anton had already unlocked his door and helped to bring in the heavy bags that you struggled to lift. you stepped in to his dorm, which was unsurprisingly clean and tidy except for a few hoodies laying around. he had a guitar displayed in his living room and a few potted plants around. “you like it here?” you hummed and nodded, eyes still scanning around the living room and kitchen area as anton began to unpack tupperware containers filled with food into his refrigerator. you began to stare at him again, unable to stop yourself from admiring his features. his gorgeous eyes that you always loved staring into, his jawline that looked as if it was chiseled by micheal angelo, his plump lips that look so kissable, his arms that you wanted so badly to bite onto.

“let me show you my room next!” anton excitedly held onto your hand and dragged you into his bedroom once he was done putting away all the food. anton hoped you couldn’t feel how sweaty his palms were from how nervous he was to see you again. throughout his time in college, the thought of you plagued his mind. it was hard not to think of you when you were at the top of his notifications everyday, when he slept with your teddy bear every night and when he looked at his books, all he could think of was when you would both read them together. all he thought about was you and when he would see you again. he would tell his college friends about you, showing them your pictures with hearts in his eyes. he thought it was just normal friendship stuff to be missing you so badly, especially since you’ve been friends for over a decade. that was until sungchan, eunseok’s roommate laughed at him. “dude, you obviously like her and she obviously likes you. this isn’t a friendship anymore.” anton wasn’t sure which he was more shocked by, the fact that he definitely had feelings for you or the fact that you probably felt the same. his group of friends hummed in agreement, shotaro throwing around a joke that anton shows you off like you’re his girlfriend.

the first thing that caught your eye was the teddy bear on anton’s bed, cutely tucked into the sheets. “aww, you’re taking such good care of him!” your giggles sounded like music to his ears. god, he missed you so much. after his friends told him he was probably in love with you, he would lay in bed at night, staring at the ceiling while thinking of you. did he like you? of course not! you were his friend, basically like a little sister to him. but then again, he never found any other girl as attractive to him as you. whenever he went on dates, he would find the girls to be difficult to connect with. they would poke fun at his soft spoken personality and try to get him to be more extroverted. you on the other hand, encouraged him to be the purest version of himself, never once complaining about how shy he is and how he liked to keep to himself. did anton think you were pretty? definitely! he loved how soft and plump your cheeks were, he would lay in bed thinking about the next time he got to squish your cheeks. he loved your soft and warm personality, always ready to comfort him when he was stressed about practice and assignments despite you being miles away. he loved you. he just didn’t know how to tell you, or if he even should. “so… did you just take a four hour car ride to drop off food for me?”

you fiddled with your fingers, a sheepish smile on your face as you got closer to anton. “we’re gonna be schoolmates! i start next semester!” anton feels his heart speed up, not only from the close proximity but also the fact that he would get to see you everyday from now on. it would definitely be harder for him to hide his feelings but he was happy for you and there was nothing more that he wanted than to be neighbours with you again. “that’s amazing! i’m so happy for you!”

you and anton spent the rest of the day catching up, talking until the sun went down and then ordering in food for dinner. he convinced you to stay the night, insisting that it was too late and that you could go back in the morning. the both of you sat next to each other, backs against the wall as anton ranted about his exams that recently ended, thankful that the next few weeks would be a break for him and that he was planning to go home for awhile. you and anton talked like before and you were thankful that there was no awkward stage and your chemistry still remained unchanged. “i was really stressed that one night when my laptop died on me an hour before my submission! luckily my work was saved and i managed to submit everything on time… so to celebrate, i dyed my hair on impulse with the help of my friends.” anton had his head on your lap as you played with it, braiding a small section of it. his hair was so long now and he looked so breathtaking. you could tell his energy was slowly fleeting as his voice got softer and he eventually stopped talking. you continued to pat his head as he drifted off into sleep, eyes fluttering shut as he let out soft snores.

you were okay with never being anything with anton, remaining friends forever as long as it meant that he would be by your side. you didn’t want to ruin your friendship with him, not knowing what you would do without him.

#riize x reader #riize #riize fluff #riize smut #riize imagines #anton fluff #riize anton x reader #anton imagines #anton x reader #riize anton

[biblio-smia]

IDEA

Mike vs. Spicy food

oh how weak i am for white boys

the food you cook isn't spicy. sure, there'll be an occasional chili flake added for a tiny bit of kick, but it's not spicy.

a little bit too much falls out of the container, though, pieces too small for you to recover. but you taste it and still find it mild, so you shrug it off and finish the meal.

the extra spices have no effect on abby, who gets through her entire plate with a shy smile that means she wants seconds. so your clumsiness hadn't ruined the dish; you breathe a sigh of relief.

it's not until mike comes home from work and fixes himself a plate that you worry, his loud coughs and red face sending you into a panic while he downs his cup of water. you think he's choked on his food until he asks how much spice you added - and the worry has dissolved into laughter.

mike doesn't appreciate your teasing, abby coming in to let him know that she had no criticisms of your dish - just to rub it in further.

"i'm not- it's delicious," mike insists, going in for a second bite. he focuses hard on the flavor rather than the way his mouth feels like it's been set on fire, chasing it down with cool water that only temporarily soothes.

"mike, don't force yourself," you chide, moving to take his plate.

"no, no-" mike is interrupted by his own coughing, his own throat betraying him.

you give him a knowing look and move to pull the food towards you; you were planning on eating some more with mike, anyway.

"it really is good," mike insists with a frown.

"it is," you quip. "too bad you have absolutely no spice tolerance."

"hey, i do!" mike scoffs. "i can eat that normally, and that's pretty spicy."

you stare at mike with a grin of disbelief, shaking your head. "mike, it's normally not spicy. like, at all."

mike's expression falls and you burst into laughter.

"okay, okay. can you eat hot chips?"

"don't like them."

"buldok noodles?"

"i think those would kill me."

"is it bad that i kind of want to see that?"

"you're the one who'd lose a boyfriend."

you laugh, loudly. "i can't believe i never knew this."

"okay, i'm not that bad." mike insists.

"worse than abby," you grin.

mike groans, dropping his face into his palms. "you're the worst."

you giggle. "i love you! and am never going to stop making fun of you!"

you pull mike's hands away from his face to give him a gentle kiss on his still-warm cheek. "you're cute."

mike bites back a smile, feigning indifference.

"my family is going to completely destroy you."

mike's smile drops.

bonus:

"think you can handle a bite?" you hold up a small bunch of noodles covered in a dark sauce.

mike scoffs. they didn't look that bad. he nods, moving closer to let you feed him a bite.

he doesn't even get halfway through the bite.

"what... is that?" mike heaves out, racing for the ice cream in the freezer. he's shoving spoonfuls into his mouth as he hunches over the sink, breathing heavily. "it... feels like.... hell in... my mouth!"

mike shakes his head as you laugh, coming up behind him and rubbing his back.

"how can you eat that?" mike's voice is muffled through the mouthful of ice cream, his chest heaving as he tries to collect his breath.

you're having trouble catching your breath, too; all the laughing has winded you. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry," you gasp out, arms encircling mike's waist.

mike spins in your hold, facing you and wrapping his arms around you. "that was a murder attempt."

"you agreed to try!"

mike shakes his head and you reach for his face, wiping a little bit of ice cream residue from his lips. "aww, honey," you coo with a grin.

"you're mocking me."

"i'm not!" you laugh, but you're clearly not convincing. "i'll make it up to you."

mike hums, pressing his face in the crook of your neck. "i guess i accept."

you laugh again, quietly, kissing just under mike's ear softly.

"bland," you whisper softly.

"okay!" mike splits from you, your laughter echoing behind him as he heads to the bathroom. you'd only just caught your breath when you hear mike call:

"that stained my lips!"

masterlist | requests are open!

#mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt #mike schmidt fluff #go white boy go #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf movie #fnaf x reader #josh hutcherson x reader #josh hutcherson #v + mike #v writes

[forever-rogue]

if that rb was asking for requests…. kisses that start out passionate but grows more delicate + brushing lips together, lingering for a moment, catching your breath, with eddie? love your writing So much you never miss 💗

AN | Friends to lovers! Pining! Misunderstandings! It’s all here 🥺🥰

Warnings | Mild Language 

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie 

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“You’re drooling,” you jumped at the sound of Steve’s voice, almost dropping the hot chocolate you were currently sipping on. You turned and offered him a very pathetic little glare that only caused him to laugh.

“I was not drooling,” you insisted haughtily, “I was looking at the books on that top shelf.”

“I didn’t know Eddie was a book,” fuck. You were so screwed - Steve had caught you red-handed and he would never let you live it down. He might have been your best friend, but he certainly wasn’t afraid to give you a hard time, “it seems like you’re super into reading these days.”

“Steve,” you looked at him with the best puppy dog eyes you could muster up, “please don’t say anything. If you love me, you’ll let it go.”

“Fine,” he sighed dramatically as he bit into his chocolate croissant. Crumbs flaked all over his sweater, which you instinctively brushed away. What you didn’t know was that that happened to be the precise moment Eddie looked over at the two of you. A deep frown settled on his pretty features, “you should just tell him, you know?”

“Tell him what exactly?” you grabbed a napkin and wiped at the corners of his mouth. He made a small sound of content as he swallowed his bite.

“That you’re in love with him!”

“Shut up, Steve!” you hissed, looking around to make sure no one had heard him, clamping your hand over his mouth. Thankfully, no one so much as looked in your direction. You let out a small sigh of relief, “I’m not in love with him! Maybe like..o-or something like that.”

“As if,” he pulled your hand away and raised an eyebrow, “you’re in love with him, he’s in love with you. So…why not finally make a move?”

“Because you’re wrong,” you exhaled deeply before hanging your head. If only what Steve had said was true. It would have made everything so much better, “he’s not…no. He’s just my friend, just like you. And that’s all that either of you will ever be.”

“Excuse me,” Steve scoffed, “I am your best friend. Get it right.”

“The bestest of all time,” you promised softly, reaching up and gently touching his face, “don’t know what I’d do without you, Steve.”

“Suffer,” he teased, but you knew that he was probably right, “luckily you’ll never have to find out.”

“Good,” you let him wrap you up in a tight hug, relaxing into his touch. Besides being a fool, Steve always knew what to say, he was just kind and golden-hearted in that way. But…he might have had a bit of an ulterior motive to his hug. Unlike your obliviousness, he was fully aware of the fact that Eddie had been watching the two of you like a hawk. 

If he couldn’t get you to confess your feelings, maybe he could get Eddie to. If Eddie was jealous enough of Steve, surely he would be pushed into saying something. Right? Right. Steve happened to be a naturally affectionate person, so it wasn’t unusual for the two of you to be touchy-feely. He was just going to ramp it for as long as it took.

Steve Harrington had a plan.

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Movie night this week was at Steve’s house. How perfect…and totally planned. Not just by Steve this time, but naturally Robin had to put in her two cents and the chaos duo that they were came up with a grand idea.

You were in the kitchen, getting snacks when Steve came in and joined you. The kitchen was open to the living room and you could see everyone starting to get comfortable for whatever movie Nancy and Jonathan had picked out. Mostly, your eyes were glued to Eddie, watching as the pretty boy talked to Dustin. He'd caught your eye a few times and exchanged soft smiles with you, but you just couldn't bring yourself to go over to him.

"Hey babe," Steve was being a little loud, louder than he normally was, but you just chalked it up to the fact that the house was buzzing with the whole gang, "what'cha getting for snacks?"

"The classics," you stated as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. Steve stood behind you and wrapped an arm around your midsection, resting his chin on your shoulder. You warmed up to him, both of you fans of physical touch and leaned into his touch, "popcorn, chips - two different kinds since the kids are picky, pizza has been ordered, and there's plenty of sodas!"

"You're the best," Steve whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. He looked into the living room quickly to make sure Eddie was looking over. Thanks to Robin's little idea of sitting across from him and chatting so he'd be forced to look your way. Steve turned his head and hid his face, trying not to laugh out loud, "the absolute best."

Everyone made it through the first movie without issue, save for Max falling asleep for a little bit, head resting on Lucas’ shoulder. They were too cute for their own good sometimes. But a bathroom and refuel of snacks break was called and you decided to go to the backyard to get some fresh air for a few minutes. It was pretty outside, the stars were out and the moon was full, and everything felt so calm and tranquil, which was a far cry from what you normally experienced; naturally you had to take advantage.

You heard the sliding glass door open and expected it to be Steve or Robin, but ended up locking eyes with Eddie. Your breath hitched in your throat as you smiled softly…unfortunately he didn’t return the smile, only offering you a stiff nod. You walked over to him, instinctively reaching for his arm and out a hand on his strong bicep.

“Hey,” your heart was beating nervously as you looked at him, soft eyed and honeyed smiled, “everything alright?”

“Yeah,” he insisted, relieved (and disappointed) at the loss of your touch on his arm. Your expression faltered, not quite sure why he seemed so distant with you. He’d been distant lately, you realized. How very strange, “‘s alright.”

“Eddie,” did you have to sound so sweet and innocent when you said his name like that? It made him want to melt into a puddle at your feet, “are we okay? I feel like you’ve been..off lately. Did I do something?”

His big brown eyes widened as he looked at you in disbelief. You had no clue - no clue that he was desperately in love with you. So much that it made his heart ache every time he saw you and Steve together. Either you were a great actress, or you were really so blind. You must have - you were dating Steve after all. A thought that never ceased to grind his gears. He shook his head and tried to play it off, “no, sweetheart, you didn’t. I’ve just been…busy.”

“Busy,” you repeated softly and he just nodded, avoiding your eyes, “oh.”

You sounded so heartbroken at his obvious lie - you were. He looked at you and shrugged lightly, giving you a small, but apologetic look, “sorry.”

What exactly was he sorry for? Sorry for being in love with you while you dated his friend? Sorry for being lovesick and heartbroken over you? Sorry for being scared and running away from you? Realistically it was all of the above. 

“Okay,” your lips formed into a pretty, plump pout. Eddie wanted nothing more than to kiss it away, to kiss you until it was all better, to kiss you until you realized that you were it for him. You rocked back and forth on your heels for a moment before gently pushing past him, “I’ll see you around, I guess.”

“Wait, sweetheart - “ but you were already gone and back inside, closing the door behind you. You hadn’t waited for him to say anything else, already feeling the tears stinging at the back of your eyes. You didn’t want him to see you cry, so you opted to run away and let the tears roll down your cheeks in peace. Eddie groaned at him, scrubbing a hand over his tired over, “fuck.”

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It had been just about a week since the fiasco at movie night. Not that anyone besides you and Eddie were privy to that piece of information. The two of you had avoided each other like the plague since, neither of you ready to fully discuss what had happened. 

This particular night found the lot of you at the county fair, ready to indulge in overpriced and overly fried food, games, and rides. Plus the baby animals, that part was always one of your favorites. The younger kids had split off, promising to meet up at the front when it was time to leave. 

That left Nancy and Jonathan, with the couple wandering off on their own, and you, Steve, Robin, and Eddie. Of course. But - the little chaos duo had another plan up their sleeves. 

Robin tugged on Eddie’s sleeve and motioned with her head in the direction of the food area, “ready to try every single disgustingly fried thing?”

“Duh,” Eddie didn’t hesitate to high five her and trail after her, turning around to give you and Steve a small wave. The fact that he saw Steve’s arm around your shoulders made him scowl; it was so painfully obvious. Mission accomplished.

“Hey,” you turned to the boy and reached for his hand, “can we go and look at the baby animals first? I don’t wanna go too late in case they need to sleep!”

“I…” the look he gave you was nothing but fond affection. He took your hand and laced your fingers together, nothing new or foreign to either of you, “I would love to.”

You made a small sound of delight before pulling him along with you. The cherry on top was that you opted to take the quickest and most direct route to the stables, which just happened to be right through the food stalls. This moment was practically writing itself at this point. 

Robin could barely hide her glee when spotted the two of you, making sure to move around Eddie so he would see the two of you. And did he ever - he was practically glaring daggers at Steve. 

“She looks pretty tonight,” Robin commented innocently as she looked after you, “her dress is cute.”

“Mhmm,” he agreed through gritted teeth, “sure does.”

“Yeah,” Robin sighed wistfully, “she’s got great style, and she’s pretty. But also so smart and kind like…that’s dream girl status.”

“I guess,” yes, he wanted to scream, yes. You were his dream girl; you had been since the day he’d met you. He’d just been too much of a wimp to make a move and lost to you King Steve. He wanted to punch himself at the idea. 

“Well,” she looped her arm through his, “maybe one day, she’ll meet her dream man.”

“Too bad she’s already met him,” Eddie couldn’t help it. He wanted to pout and be sad, and he figured if anyone understood, it would be Robin. She looked up at him and raised her eyebrows, internally screaming at the fact that their plan was finally coming to fruition, “his hair’s stupid.”

“What are you talking about, Eddie?” she asked softly, doing her very best to keep an innocent look on her face. So much for having no acting skills, she thought, take that Steve. 

“Steve,” he sighed in exasperation, trying to cut some of the bitterness out of his voice, “she’s dating Steve! She’s in love with him. Her dream man.”

“Eddie,” oh yes. It was all coming together, “she’s not dating Steve. They’re best friends. They’ve known each other since they were like five-years-old - they’re more brother and sister than anything.”

“What?” Eddie’s eyes almost bugged out of the sockets as he tried to wrap his mind around what Robin had said. Surely…there was no way. No way that Eddie Munson might actually have a chance with you, “but they’re so…touchy?”

“That’s just how they are,” she shrugged as she moved up in line and placed their order while the boy seemed to malfunction, “they’re affectionate people. All touchy-feely. But trust me, Steve Harrington is not her dream man.”

“So…” Eddie held his face in his hands, heart beating wildly, “where did they go?”

“Knowing her, probably to see the baby animals,” Robin shrugged, trying to contain her excitement. Eddie nodded before turning on his heel.

“I gotta go!” and he was off and running after you without anymore. Robin sighed in content as she grabbed the plate of food and made her way over to an empty table to wait for Steve. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It wasn’t but a few minutes before he joined her, looking giddy as ever. The two of them high-fived, “I saw Eddie coming so I just kinda ditched her. I’m sure the rest will work itself out. Operation Lovestruck is a success!”

You hadn’t even noticed that Steve had left your side, enthralled by the little lambs and sheep. They were all clambering for your attention, which you eagerly gave them, crouching down and petting their soft fur. It wasn’t until a shadow loomed over you that you realized you hadn’t been paying attention.

“Steve-” you stood up but found yourself face to face with Eddie. His face was a mix of excitement and nerves as he smiled softly at you, “oh. H-hey Eddie.”

“Hey,” his voice was too soft for his own good, “can we talk?”

“Yeah,” your worst fears started swirling around your mind. He was going to end his friendship with you. He was going to call out for being a creep over him. He was going to tell you that he despised you. It had to be something bad, right?

You followed him out of the stables and to the back, where it was more quiet and secluded. He stopped and turned to you, soft brown eyes studying you intently; no one had ever looked at you like that before. Your stomach was practically bursting with butterflies as you tried to find something, anything, to say. You were left speechless as you looked back at the pretty boy.

It happened before you knew it. Eddie’s warm, gentle hands cradled your face as he leaned in and kissed you. You accepted his kiss, eagerly and happily, closing your eyes and leaning into him, wrapping your fingers delicately around his wrists. He was kissing you like it was the last thing he would ever do, like it was the only he ever wanted to do. You melted like putty in his touch, letting him kiss you dizzy.

You parted for just a moment to catch your breath, exchanging shy smiles before he pressed his forehead yours. But you wanted more; now that you had a taste you never wanted to let go. You captured his soft lips with yours, kissing him gently and softly, in no particular rush but wanting the intimacy of closeness with him.

“I really like you,” he whispered after a few moments of blissful silence in which you exchanged a few more soft kisses.

“I kinda figured,” you teased, “after the whole you know, kissing me thing.”

“I thought you were dating Harrington,” he confessed and you looked at him in confusion before breaking into a fit of giggles. A pretty blush colored his cheeks, “don’t laugh! It’s not that far of a stretch.”

“Steve? Eww,” you laughed and that helped him to relax, “he’s like my brother, I’d never…no.”

“Fuck,” he breathed out in relief as he reached up to touch your face, his thumb gently brushing over the apple of your cheek, “if I knew that I would said something a lot sooner. I just-”

You cut him off by kissing him again, catching him by surprise as he gasped lightly before kissing you back. You really liked kissing him, “you know, the funny thing is Steve kept pushing me to tell you how I feel.”

“How do you feel?”

“I really like you,” you echoed his words and brought the biggest smile to his face. He could get used to hearing that, “do you wanna go and look at the baby animals with me and then stuff our faces with fried food?”

“On one condition.”

“Name it.”

“I get to kiss you more,” there was a cheeky little grin on his face as you pressed a kiss to his cheeks, “lots more.”

“Definitely,” you promised and reached for his hand, “now let’s go! We gotta see the babies before they have to go to sleep!”

Oh yeah. Eddie Munson was a sucker for you.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson one shot #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader

[soaked4mk]

plz do a daddy kink Johnny cage I beg of u!

Canceled plans// Johnny Cage smut

👽: Very Johnny esque if you ask me! (Not really proofread)

⚠️:Cunnilingus, Finger fucking, Daddy kink, Recorded sex, Creampie.

★ The man, the myth, the legend, Johnny Cage! You keep him on his toes, and he keeps you on yours. You’re spoiled rotten and usually get what you want. Johnny is a spontaneous soul. He can, and will surprise you. Keeping this in the back of your mind, you were in your guys’ shared bedroom, trying on the new outfit that he had bought you. (More like the 50th, but you’re set on this one for now.)

★ You had plans to go out with a few friends, nothing crazy. The outfit you chose consisted of a pleated miniskirt, and a form fitting top that was tucked neatly into it. Rolling up your thigh-high stockings. you strike a small pose in the mirror, admiring the fit you put together.

★ Johnny walks into the bedroom, freezing in place, he whistles. “Damn…Is this a part of the haul you got today?” He asks, pointing at your outfit, finger moving up and down, he saunters over to you, with a smirk. Turning from the mirror, smiling at him, you reply. “Yes it is… what do you think?” You ask innocently, doing a small twirl for him.

★ “Oh, I think it’s adorable, baby.” He smiles sweetly at you, bringing his hand to your chin to pull you in for a kiss. you gladly wrap your arms around his neck. His tongue tracing along your lips, seeking entrance, quickly exploring each other’s mouths, your bodies lightly pressed together.

★ He smiled against your lips, before pulling away. His eyes scanned your body once more, taking in the way your thighs would pudge out from your stockings. “Where you going, lookin’ that damn good anyways?” He teased, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, mouthing along it as he awaited your answer.

★ “Ahaa~ I thought I told you…?” You sputter feeling his tongue trace your neck, lightly sucking at it. Nipping on a sweet spot, causing you to let out a small yip, before placing your hands on his chest, lightly pushing him away. “Johnny… I can’t have hickeys before my night out, my friends will never let me hear the end of it.” You admit as you turn to the mirror, inspecting your neck for any love bites.

★ “That’s tonight?” He asked with a cocked brow, moving in, snaking his hands around your waist from behind, admiring the two of you in the mirror. “Mhmm.” You reply, seemingly content with the lack of marks on your neck, releasing yourself from his loving grasp, you walk past him to get your shoes.

★ “Whaaat? Oh come on, babe. I gotta let people know you’re taken.” You laugh, slipping on your other shoe. “I’m with Johnny Cage, people already know I’m taken.” You explain while walking towards him. He softly chuckled at your reply, but was quick to tempt you. “Well, just stay home…y’know? reschedule.” He asked frivolously.

★ “That’s so rude though…especially for something so—“Something so what, sweetheart?” He placed his hand on your lower back, while slipping his other down the hem of your skirt. causing a tiny whimper to slip out. “Johnny, I can’t…I cancelled last time, I’ll look like a flake. plus- I did my make up, hair and —look at my outfit…me and my friends are supposed to take cute pics and vids!” You whine slightly at the thought of your efforts being in vain.

★ “Kitten, you can still do all that here~ plus I feel like I could put that look to better use.” Your heart flutters in your rib cage at the pet name. “But—“No buts, princess. My decision is final. You’re staying home.” You aren’t sure if he’s being serious at this point, so you just laugh at him. “Right…I’ll be back by midnight.” thinking you’ve had the final word, you grab your purse and keys, heading towards the door.

★ “What the hell did I just say?” Johnny asks, sternly. Completely contrast to the witty banter you held just moments before. He strides across the room, up to the door, quickly blocking you from leaving. “Oh, I heard you. But, I’m still going out, like I had planned.” You say with an impatient tone, slightly puzzled at his sudden change of demeanor. You become annoyed, trying to push past your boyfriend. what was he hoping to accomplish with this? He simply grabs your shoulders, preventing you from going any further.

★ “Hey now…you better watch how you talk to me, little girl.” Johnny spoke with the same tone, but there was an underlying playfulness to it. Looking up at his broad figure, you swallow a bit. “Johnny, quit playing…I-I’m gonna be late if you keep me any longer.” You tripped over your words a bit as you felt the energy shift in the air.

★ “Johnny? Who’s Johnny?” He teased looking down at you with that signature smirk. “That’s Daddy to you.” He corrected, placing his hands on your hips, walking forward, causing you to instinctively stumble backward. “John-

★ Gently pushing you into the bed, he chuckled, crawling over you. “Don’t make me repeat myself, doll face.” He told while gripping your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. Your face flushed red, and you felt a pang of arousal jolt through your panties. This was definitely a new side to him.

★ Consider yourself intrigued, you bit your lower lip, looking into his lust-filled eyes. “Now, how about you be a good girl, and tell your little friends ‘next time’ huh?” He was testing the waters with his new approach, and it seemed to be playing out in his favor.

★ “Okay…” you give in. “Okay what?” He fastens his grip on your face, moving his closer to yours, expecting you to know exactly what he was wanting to hear. “O-okay Daddy…” you corrected yourself, feeling a bit embarrassed after the fact. You grab your phone to cancel your plans.

★ “What a doll.” He pats your cheek, tone sultry, before trailing his hands down your body. he complimented your stockings, awe-struck at the spillage of your perfect thighs, while playing with the elastic, purring in your ear, and telling you how much he loved you.

★ Johnny kissed down your body, eliciting a small moan from you. Head between your thighs, he flipped up your miniskirt and exposed your adorable panties, admiring your soaked pussy through the thin fabric. “God damn, this is gonna be good~” He slyly remarked.

★ Getting up off of the bed and walking around to his side, he pulled out a bullet vibrator from his nightstand. Making his way back onto the mattress, looming over you. Your curiosity piqued, as your eyes followed his every movement, waiting for him to further elaborate his actions.

★ “You got all dolled up for ‘cute pics and vids?’ Right?” He smirked, making light mockery of your protesting from earlier. You nodded lightly, watching him grab his phone from his pocket, opening it to the camera before handing it to you. “Here, I want a new screen saver, make one for me will you?” You held his phone with a quirked brow, but quickly obliged. Snapping a pic of yourself with Johnny holding your knees apart. You threw a peace sign up as you took the photo, he smirked.

★ “That was pretty cute, but I think we can do better, don’t you?” He asked with a soft tone. He then gravitated towards your exposed panties, clicking it on, he pressed the vibrator down onto your clothed clit. A small squelching sound could be heard as he glided the bullet up and down your slicked panties. “Now this is camera worthy…”

★ “Mmhhh.~” You moan as the vibrations continue their work on your clit, bucking your hips as the pleasure heightens quickly. “Daddy’s gonna take real good care of you, isn’t he?” He smiles, taking joy in seeing you squirm and writhe under the influence of the bullet.

★ You make the mistake of letting his phone drop out of your grasp, so you could grind your hips in an attempt to further the pleasure at hand. “Pick that back up.” He smacks your ass roughly, pressing harder on your clit with the vibrator, clicking it to bump up the intensity.

★ “Aha~ sorry…” You whimper, as your hips jerked from the sudden frequency change, grabbing his phone off of the soft sheets, opening it back up. Johnnys lips curled into a smirk seeing you comply. “Now, smile for the camera and make sure to get that money shot, babygirl.” You nod, shakily holding his phone and snapping messy pictures of your face contorting in pleasure, and some of Johnny between your thighs, playing with your clit.

★ He slid his free hand up to yours, helping you adjust the angle, so you could get the perfect shot, before pressing record. “Just like that, kitten, now can you hold it still while I make you cum?” He asked, rather frankly at that, looking at himself on the screen. (Yes he’s having you use the front camera) “Mmhhh~” you hum as your body begged for more. Keeping the phone as steady as you possibly could, Johnny proceeds.

★ “Show the camera that pretty little pussy.” He said, waiting for you to do so. You bring the phone closer, doing exactly as he said. “Now tell me how much you love your daddy ~” A pang of embarrassment and arousal flooded your veins, cheeks flushing before stammering.

★ “I-…I love my daddy~” you manage to say, choking back a moan. He seems content with your obedience, and the angle at hand, burying his face into your dripping cunt. you let out a small squeal, his nose grinding purposefully against your sensitive clit, as you arch your back, forcing yourself to keep the phone in place as he goes down on you, taking in your taste luxuriously.

★ The knot in your stomach was quick to form, aching for release. your hips were bucking involuntarily at this point. “Stay still, pretty baby.” He murmured into your heaving pussy, reminding you to record like a good girl. He enveloped your cunt with his tongue, neglecting not one bit of it, making your legs quiver.

★ Spreading your slick folds open with his fingers, kissing your swollen clit, he took a moment to awe at your soaked core. He hummed, gently taking the phone from your hand and flipping the camera so he could have a clear view of your soaked pussy. “Keep playing with yourself.” He lowly told you, handing over the vibrator before slowly inserting his ring and middle fingers, causing a whimper to slip from your mouth. “You like that, don’t you?” He would teasingly ask, curling his digits just right as he pressed into your sweet spot repeatedly. your brain began to grow fuzzy as you felt your climax nearing.

★ Johnny knows your body too well by now, and encourages you to cum for him. The repetitive thrusting of his thick fingers and the intensity of the vibrations sent you into oblivion. finally coming undone and squirting aggressively onto his hand, your legs trembled, eyes rolling in the back of your head. all the while Johnny’s just relishing in the shot he’s getting of your orgasm.

★“Mmhh~” you whimper as he began burrowing into your pussy once more, lapping his tongue assertively, ravishing the juices you’ve spilled. Pulling back, humming in delight as his body moves its way up again, he planted a kiss on your lips. The taste of yourself lingered on your tongue and you can feel his hardened length pressing against you.

★ And without further notice, he pulls you to the edge of the bed, and pushes your legs apart. “Ready for the finale, super star?” He inquired with his cocky smirk, pulling out his shaft. Your eyes followed it as he sprung out from the restraints of his pants, he lined himself up with you, pressing the tip of his cock against your sensitive clit.

★ Pointing the phone down to your vulnerable position, Johnny chuckled a bit. “You love taking daddy’s cock, don’t you?” He teased, pressing further into your heat. Your face flushed at his lewd comment and at the way he was shamelessly recording. Johnny knew he was doing something right when you bucked your hips, taking in more of his length. He gladly began to pound into your dripping wet pussy.

★ Causing a shockwave of pleasure to wash over you as his dick repetitively smashed into your sweet spot. You gripped down onto the sheets beneath you, feeling your walls clench around his cock, you sputter out incoherent nonsense as Johnny praises you for being such a good girl. “You take daddy’s cock so fucking good. he grunted as his thrusts grew sloppier.

★ He had one hell of a steady hand though, keeping the phone exact to get the perfect shot of you taking in every inch of him. His pace stayed exact, ramming your pleasure point over and over again. You clicked off the toy and held your legs up by hooking your arms under your thighs, giving a classic amateur vibe to the video.

★ Johnny seemed content, smacking and groping your tit, eliciting a moan from your mouth as he did so. “So fuckin’ tight.~” slamming his hips into yours, Johnny let out a guttural moan, you threw your head back in pleasure. Feeling your second climax approaching. With one final thrust, Johnny spilled his seed inside of you, filling you up rather quickly, as you came undone around his cock.

★ The feeling of the sticky substance filing your pussy made your heart skip a beat, and you were lost in a euphoric state, riding the high of the shared orgasm you had just experienced. Johnny pulled out, a few beads of his cum dripping from your cunt as he did so. Bringing the phone to get a close up of the scene, before ending the video, Johnny crawled over to you, kissing your forehead before getting off of the bed to grab a warm washcloth.

★ Happily cleaning you up, he would lovingly cuddle you, wrapping his strong arms around your body, and turning on one of your favorite movies. “Be honest, you have way more fun with me than your friends.” He jokingly prods, smirking down at your sleepy face, already knowing the answer. You playfully roll your eyes, before nuzzling up to him, falling asleep in his embrace.

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#mk1 #mk1 2023 #johnny cage mk1 #johnny cage x reader #mk smut #mortal kombat 1 #rainyworx #rainyresponds #I’m trying to get better at pacing my stories yallll

[eupheme]

Warm With You | Day 9: First Snow of the Season

sdv!harvey x f!reader

Rated E | 3.4k

Tags: fluff, established relationship, first time together, soft!dom!harvey??, fingering, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, PiV

inspired by “nice boys don't kiss like that”/ “oh yes, they fucking do” from bridget jones’s diary

You didn’t know your boyfriend - the sweet Doctor that he is - could have such a dirty mouth.

You steal kisses under the thick quilt, pulled up over your heads to keep out the chill. Legs slotted together, hips pressed snug as your fingers wander - tracing across his white undershirt, to where his thick hair curls at the base of his neck.

Tonight wasn’t supposed to end up like this, but you think you might be grateful for the snow that has been falling down in thick, puffy flakes all afternoon.

Not seeing how it had picked up during dinner, too starry-eyed and tender-hearted to notice anything other than each other. The dishes neatly stacked and drying as you watched a movie together on your couch - your fingers laced with his.

Only seeing the way the snow piled against your door as he was getting ready to leave for the night - the icy chill of the air cutting through your cozy cabin of a home.

“You could stay.” You had offered, hopeful. “Will you? Stay?”

It would be a new step. The next big one - he hasn’t slept over before.

A lot of your dates have been in public, a lunch grabbed during a break at the clinic. Meeting at the Stardrop Saloon for dinner. Both of you busy - the farm in full bloom during the fall. His work picking up as he doled out flu shots as the season turned - taking care of sniffling colds.

“Yes. I’d like that.” Harvey had smiled, “Very much.”

With the public dates came another sort of slow dance - the ache of desire you had for him stamped down by the surrounding of your friends. The eyes that seemed to drift your way out of interest, excitement.

Stolen kisses, a moment where he had you backed against the door of your cabin as he breathlessly kissed you farewell. You had wanted him to come inside that night - it had been on the tip of your tongue - but he truly had an early morning the next day.

You weren’t sure if he’d even want to sleep in your bed, though you’d hoped he would.

Everything about him gentlemanly - from the way he asked you out, to the flowers he brought you. Polite and kind and taking his time with each step, making sure you were right there with him.

But right now - tonight - there’s a shift. You’re unsure whether it’s the fact that you’re alone, or the slow tease of denial over the past few weeks, or whether it’s the distinct lack of clothes - but there’s a tension, a need, that you can almost feel.

It’s there in the way your fingers tug at his hair, the way he pulls you just a little more flush against him. The soft hum when his tongue brushes against your lip, until you lets him in.

The needy little whine in your throat, when the slow, deep kisses are both not enough and too much, when you want more.

He makes his own sound at that - a deep groan, while you guide his hand beneath your shirt. The heat of his palm as he cups you, his other arm curling around you to tug you closer. The barest brush of a thumb across a taut nipple, your hips shifting against him in response, encouraging.

Feeling where he’s straining against his patterned boxers, your own fingers trailing over the cotton fabric as his sound turns sharp.

You pull back, lips kiss-swollen, fingers going still.

His eyes crack open as you apologize, “I’m sorry. Do you want to stop?”

A low laugh at that, barely a huff of breath. Eyes hazy and half-lidded, his nose brushing against yours, “Don’t stop, sweetheart. Please.”

His hips shifting into your hand, as your fingers unfurl so you can cup him - feel the heavy weight of his cock as you stroke him over the fabric.

A groan rattling in his throat at your hand, his own catching the tight bud of your nipple between thumb and forefinger, giving the lightest tug.

You own moan echos his, working at the front of the boxers - tugging them down to pull him free.

Harvey’s nose bumps into yours when your hand wraps around him fully, fingers lightly squeezing, his mouth open as he exhales. Half-lidded eyes needy under the fan of thick eyelashes, and your lips finds his again as your hand strokes over his swollen, flushed cock.

There’s the drag of skin on skin as you tug on him, one, twice, three times before you’re making a little sound - breaking the kiss to push yourself up.

Eyes bouncing back and forth between his as you ask, “Can I taste you? I want it to feel good, I-”

He makes a low sound, one you take to be his permission - a cold gust of air sneaking into the space as you sit up. Pulling your shirt off, leaving it tangled in the sheets as you move between the thighs that spread open for you.

Admiring him, for a moment. Because you can, because he’s yours. The trail of hair leading down from his bellybutton, neatly trimmed at the base of his cock. A drop shining at the tip, but not enough to prevent the chafe of your hand.

Your tongue peeks out to drag over his cock as it bobs against his stomach. His voice coming after, a rasp to it that you haven’t heard before, “Just get me wet, and come back up here. I want to touch you.”

His words are unexpected - making you clench, breath hot against his skin as you take him into your mouth. Sucking, slicking him up like he asked, tasting the salt of his skin, reveling in the way he makes your lips stretch around him.

Taking as much as you can into your throat, if only to hear his moan, the way his thighs flex under your hands. His hands, fingers gentle as they touch at your face, your eyes watching the way he pants when you hollow your cheeks, your fist following as your head bobs.

“Up here.” He repeats, the slightest edge that has you listening, smiling as you swallow the spit that pools in your mouth. Settling next to him on your side again, your fist still stroking as his lips crush against yours.

Fingers toying at the hem of your shorts, his mouth dropping to your chin, your neck, as you arch against him. Then, sliding beneath, reaching until his fingers part you, finding where you’re slick and aching for him.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” He grits out, his hips jerking into your fist as he pets at you again.

He’s ruining you already, the words spilling from his lips ones you wouldn’t have expected. You don’t think he’s even trying to do it, not intentionally. They seem to flow from him when he sees how his voice affects you. It makes you want to hear more - already thinking about how he’ll sound when he’s buried in you. When he’s close.

His palm cups you, the heel pressing against your clit, before his middle finger just nudges against your entrance. A low gasp as he sinks inside, as if your pleasure was his - a slow pump of his finger, and then another.

Your teeth catch on his lip, the softest scrape, the tightening of your fist. His nose nuzzling against yours, the suck of air through his clenched teeth.

“So warm and wet,” Harvey breathes - watching you, your head tilting back as a second finger slips in, pressing them deep before carefully crooking and stroking.

The gasp you make is sharp, a pleased hum as his mouth moves to your neck. Doing it again, finding a rhythm as his thumb moves to rub against the swollen bud.

“Harvey.” You croak, breathless - the slick pump of his fingers followed by the scratch of his mustache as he presses an open-mouth kiss against your throat.

You didn’t know it could be like this - everything winding tight, a building pressure that has you gasping, hips flexing as you ride his fingers. His name on your lips again, a plea this time.

“What do you need, baby?” He asks against your skin, moving down to where your fingers had teased at your chest. Blinking up at you, a lazy smile beneath the flush of his cheeks, when you find you can’t answer.

Not even stroking him anymore - too distracted, too close - to do anything more than hold him.

“You want to come?” He croons, rubbing the tip of his finger against a spongey spot that steals your breath.

You nod, managing a gasping, croaking “please”, before you see the peek of his tongue, the hot swipe of it against your breast.

The groan that bursts from you then - wanton and needy as he flicks his tongue over your again, his thumb circling your clit with each of your gasping breaths.

Your hips bucking into his hand as his lips close around and suck, the softest brush of his teeth. The muscles in your thighs strung tight, a short, harsh breath punctuating each of your words.

“Fuck, Harvey. Right there, oh, I’m so close-”

His answer, the low, coaxing smoothness of his voice, “That’s it honey. Come for me, let me feel you.”

Gasping then, as he hums against your skin, the bursting pulse of pleasure between your thighs as you clench around his fingers. They slow, pressing deep - his head tilting up so he can watch the blissed-out droop of your eyes, the way your lips part.

Blushing and pleased, his teeth flashing white as his chin presses into your sternum.

Leaving you limp on the bed, moving back up until his lips press into your jaw, your cheek. Fingers drifting over your shoulder, stroking as soothing as you come back down.

Until your head is tilting to meet him, soft kisses that turn hungry - as you shift a knee over his stomach. Carefully easing until you’re straddling him, thighs spread wide over his hips. Arched over him, fingers splayed and balancing yourself on his chest - pressing into his warm skin, the dust of hair.

Your hips shift, until you can feel the hard press of him against your center - his hands flexing where they rest against your bent knees.

One coming up to brush a curl of hair back from his forehead. His own hips canting upward, his cock trapped between your pussy and where it curves up towards his stomach.

The words, heavy on your tongue, “Yoba, I want you.”

And how he smiles at that, sweet and slow as his chin tips up, so he can see you better.

“You want to ride me, sweetheart? Like you rode my fingers?”

Your exhale is sharp as you nod, and he makes a slow, pleased sound. A thudding heartbeat between your thighs, your mind a hazy, needy swirl as your grind down. Each pass making his cock a little more slick, the flushed head bumping against your clit.

“I don’t want to make a mess in your bed.” He groans, though he’s moving with you, meeting the rut of your hips, “Do you have condoms?”

And oh, you want him to make a mess of you - but you understand what he’s asking. Appreciating his care even when he’s aching for you, and you’re nodding, gesturing towards the bedside table.

His arm stretched as he reaches for it, a finger hooking around the wooden knob, giving it a tug. Fishing around for the small cardboard box, dropping in on the bed next to him as grabs his glasses where they are resting next to the lamp.

Brows furrowing as he slides them on, the tip of a fingernail slipping under the edge of the box. Ripping the edge of the foil after, fishing it out before his other hand grips the base of his cock - carefully rolling the condom on.

Holding himself steady for you, afterwards - as you gaze down at him. A flutter of excitement in your chest as you lift up, a palm pressed against his chest for balance.

Lining yourself up, feeling the tip drag against you until he’s nudging against your entrance, and then you’re sinking down onto him for the first time.

A rough moan is pushed from your lungs as you take him, slow and steady, feeling him stretch and fill you. Something you’d imagined frequently - but never dreaming he’d feel as good as he does right now.

His own low curse, your name strung out as he’s buried in you - until your hips are snug against his, and you’re wrapped warm and tight around him.

Your head dipping, fingers curling against his chest as you take a long moment, peeking up to where he’s watching, lips parted. Hands that move to rest on your thighs, where his fingers bite into your own flesh.

Bracing yourself, as you lift up - feeling the drag of him within you as your eyes slide shut. Another, and then another, your heels pressing into his thighs as you find your rhythm.

The pant of your breath matching his, his hips jerking up to meet each bounce, nudging him just that much deeper with each thrust.

“Just look at you,” He’s groaning, broad hands sliding from your thighs to your hips. Grabbing on, arms flexing as he helps you ride him, “Yoba, you’re beautiful.”

It makes you whine, makes you want to kiss him. So you do, leaning down over him, your breasts pressing against his chest as his chin lifts. Meeting you, moaning into your mouth as the sharp slap of your hips turns into a grind.

Changing the way he feels in you, the thrusts shallower. A nudging against your clit that leaves you breathless, your nose bumping eagerly against his as you sigh against him.

Fingers cupping the back of his neck, the other hand bracing against his shoulder. Drawing back to look at him, where he’s watching you as you take what you need.

“Is this okay?” You ask, suddenly a little self-conscious under his gaze. Still disbelieving that he’s beneath you, inside you - feeling better than you’ve ever imagined.

His smile soft and stretching across his face, “So perfect, sweetheart. You’re doing so well for me, aren’t you?”

It makes you clench, where he can feel it. A hand leaving your hip, sliding between his lips and sucking, as your lips press into the stubble on his jaw. Slipping them between you, to rub the wet tips against the bud of your clit.

You jolt - leaning back to give him more room. Touching you like he did before, the slight furrow in his brow as he concentrates - his eyes lifting to yours again.

“Aren’t you?” He coaxes again, the slightest edge to his voice. Not a command, it’s far too soft - but it’s firm, drawing your attention.

“Yes.” You moan, ignoring the dull ache in your muscles in favor of the slick swirl of his fingers. Chasing something you can almost taste - a pressure building and building where he’s buried in you.

He watches you, shoulders curling against the generous pile of your pillows, eyes traveling from your face, down to the bounce of your breasts. Lingering, before dropping - focusing on his fingers. Where he can see you, the way you wrap around him, the flex of your muscles as you arch into his touch.

A low, rough hum when your fingers tighten where they rest on your thighs. Your gasping breath, the small, “Yoba, Harvey. Just like that.”

He stays steady, giving you just the tiniest bit more pressure. It’s bliss, and you can feel that pressure again, the tight swirl in your belly.

“Oh, you felt so good around my fingers, sweetheart.”

The praise makes you whine, his voice soft and coaxing, “Want to make you come again. On my cock this time, so I can stop imagining it at work, and start remembering, instead.”

Your eyes flicker to his, his own gaze-heavy lidded, wanting. His hip flexing up to meet you, a hand braced on your waist and helping keep the pace.

And he sees it, the question in your eyes, the flash of teeth beneath his mustache as he smiles, “I’ve wanted this for ages. Wanted you. Just didn’t want to rush.”

It’s his wanting that tips you over the edge. His voice, the press of his fingers, as your thighs flex, tighten. Pushing him deep into you as you come, the tight clench of your cunt around his cock - your hands brace on his chest as you arch over him.

His name, pretty on your lips and drawn out over long syllables that sounds like a hymn with the way you sing it.

The soft swoop of his hands over your hips, thighs - soothing and comforting. Until your heart slows from where it was pounding in your chest, making itself known.

Now that you’re no longer moving, the chill settles in, and you shiver. Harvey feels the tremble of your fingers against his chest, and he’s catching them, before pushing himself up on his elbows.

“Come here.” He pats the space next to him, gently coaxing you off him.

You miss him as soon as he leaves you, an emptiness and an ache in your thighs from the exertion. But the bed is warm where he’s been laying, and as soon as you’re settled, he’s swapping places, rolling on top. Fitting between your spread thighs.

He’s kissing you this time when he fits himself inside you. The hiss of his breath as he sinks in, a soft, drawn out “fuck” that you hope you never get used to hearing. Something just for you.

Your fingers grasping his shoulders when he pushes deep, a pleasurable force to his thrust that has you gasping.

The clumsy brush of his cheek to yours, his glasses against your face as you smile. Reaching to remove them for them - tuck them away safely.

A low, grateful sound in his throat as he find his rhythm. The flex of his hips as he rocks into you, his weight warm and welcome.

Your lips against his throat, memorizing the sounds of his gasps, a low moan when you clench around him. A thigh, hooking around his hip, keeping him pressed deep as his breaths grow shorter.

“Want to make you feel good, too.” You tell him, the tilt of his chin he watches from where he hold himself just above you.

The smile when you see how he cheeks flush, how his hips stutter at your words.

“Oh, you do.” He groans, eyes half-lidded as he sinks into your heat, “You feel so fucking good, honey.”

His mouth warm against your when he leans down, swallowing his sounds as you start to move with him. The snap of his hips against yours, the muffled slap of skin on skin.

Coaxing him to shift, until his arms are wrapping around you, embracing you. Your hands on his jaw, his neck as you kiss him again, drawing back to tell him just how much you want him. How you’ve thought about him, about this.

His thrusts have gone shallow, and then - he’s there.

You watch with glassy eyes as he comes, the pretty pinch between his eyebrows, his parted lips, his long, broken moan. The way he’s gazing at you as he thrusts deep one more time, holding himself there as the last pulsing flexes of his cock wane.

The bristly brush of his mustache as his lips press to your cheek, the low, content sigh in his chest. Easing carefully from you a few moments later, removing and tying off the condom.

His legs swing off the side of the bed, as he gets ready to throw it away in the bathroom - to clean up. Leaving you with a, “I’ll be right back. Okay?”

The gentle confirmation is sweet. You think he’d stay, even without the storm. It’s a nice thought, and you’re content to stay in your cozy bed beneath the blankets, basking in the afterglow.

It’s only better when he rejoins you, curling himself against your back, lips pressing against your neck. How easily the two of you seem to fit together, the tickle against your skin as he sighs, and finally - relaxes.

Your fingers find his, wrapping around them. Bringing them up to your lips, cradling them carefully as you kiss them. Actions laced with unspoken words of affection, as you revel in the moment. In just being with him, right now.

The warmth in your bed seeps into your heart, as his arms tighten around you. Secretly happy for the storm, even if it means you’ll have more work in the morning.

Because at the moment… there’s no place in the world that you’d rather be.

(tags: @andrewrussgarfield, @luxuryberzatto)

#just thinking about a soft and gently confident Harvey #wwdilfcember #sdv harvey x reader #stardew valley smut #stardew valley Harvey x reader #sdv Harvey x f!reader

[mistystepmoonbeam]

Reborn Into BG3: Chapter 9

You're reborn into BG3 with only the memory of your past life. Now you're Tav's companion on his journey, and must learn about yourself as much as your new reality.

Chapter 9: You lose something, but maybe a certain devil can help you out?

Word count: 2K

A/N: Okay, but should we start to focus on one companion for romance??

Your body is warm as you drift between sleeping and waking.  It’s like you’re sitting by a fireplace, wrapped in a soft blanket while a winter storm rages outside.  Like sleeping in on a Sunday morning with nowhere to be for the day.  You could stay there forever, resisting the pull of the waking world with a grimace.

“You took quite the hit,” a deep voice says, “and for a bear no less.”

Right, you were bleeding, concussed.  You should really open your eyes to see what’s happening, but they only flutter shut again.  There’s a dim light overhead that disturbs your peaceful warmth, and when you turn away from it you feel the cold stone on your cheek.

Stone.  Blood.  Bear.  Your eyes open—slowly despite the shot of fear that courses through your body.  After a few blurry blinks you’re able to make out the vague shape of a person's head, then long brown hair that’s partly tied back and braided, and a smile.

“Welcome back,” Halsin says.  “I’m sorry it took so long for me to heal you—we had to get the goblins out of the way first.”

“We?” you repeat.

Another face comes into view, the horns on top of Tav’s head nearly poking out one of Halsin’s eyes.  The druid backs off to let your companions fuss over you. 

Dried blood has crusted on your forehead and cheek.  You wipe at it and it begins to flake away with ease; whatever healing magic Halsin used on you has sealed the wound and dried the blood.  

Tav moves behind you and slides his hands under your back, giving you a push upright.  Almost your full weight is on him until you’re sitting up, still trying to blink away little spots in your vision.

“What happened?” you ask.  “Did I win?”

You’re not even sure what you’re asking.

“Against a rock?” Astarion says.  “No.  Against the worm in your head…that’s another story.”

You take a deep inhale, surveying the faces around you.  There’s worry on almost all of them, but something else.  More than concern for your repeated blows to the head.  It isn’t until you follow Astarion’s gaze to something to your left that you understand.

You jump away, scurrying back just like when you’d found the boar in your tent.  There, lying lifelessly on the stone floor, is a mindflayer tadpole.  Your stomach lurches as Tav picks it up between two claws then tosses it behind him.

“The tadpoles leave the host when it dies,” Halsin says.  “Though what caused it to leave this time, I’m not sure.”

“How did it—what part of me—where did it leave from?”  You stand, head shaking.  “No, I don’t want to know.  I’ve never been so glad to be knocked unconscious.”

You waver on your feet, world spinning.  When you hold your hands out to balance yourself you’re lifted off your feet and into the arms of Tav.

“I can walk,” you say, though you don’t know if that’s true.  Besides, there is a lot of blood on Tav that can’t be all goblin—he didn’t have to carry you back to camp.

“I shouldn’t have let you leave,” Tav replies.  “I’m sorry.”

“I volunteered.”  Your fact does little to lighten his mood, his lips still in a firm line.  “Besides, if I hadn’t failed my persuasion roll I probably would have been fine.”

Tav only furrows his brow at your words. 

“I’m sorry to leave like this but I must return to the grove,” Halsin announces.  He doesn’t even have to step towards you to take your hand in his; he never strayed far after healing you.  “Please, speak with me there when you can.”

You watch as Halsin places a gentle kiss on your knuckles, unable to do anything else as your face heats.  He adds, “And thank you for what you did.”

You stutter a quiet “No problem” just before he transforms into a rat and dashes off.

“Oof!”  Karlach places a hand over her heart dramatically.  “He’s a charming one, isn’t he?”

You don’t trust your voice to not come out as a squeak so you say nothing.  Your attention returns to the tadpole that disappeared into the shadows of the cell.  Should you really leave it there?  Was it really dead?

“Did it…did it really leave?” you ask.  Are they going to leave you behind now that you’re no longer sharing their affliction?  You wet your lips.

“We think that may be why Priestess Gut said the Absolute abandoned you,” Gale explains.  He’s standing by Astarion, your staff in hand.  He gives it a shake.  “Though she was none too impressed to see you with this.  But that’s something we can discuss when you haven’t been imprisoned by goblins, hit with large rocks, or—fed upon.”

You think you catch a dirty look from Gale to Astarion but it’s too dark and you’re too woozy to tell. 

You want to ask, “what now”, even as you stay held close to Tav.  But the words don’t come.  You know the answer after all this—they’ll definitely kick you out of the camp because so far you’ve done nothing but suck up all their healing supplies.  You have plenty of money to survive after all, and Halsin will probably let you stay in the grove for a while.  There’s a lump forming in your throat at the thought of going out on your own but what choice do you have?

Maybe Karlach can tell what you’re thinking, or maybe she’s just tired, too.  She says, “I think it’s about time we head back yeah?”

You swallow down the lump, nose starting to run as you hold back tears.  Pain is coming back to your body, Halsin’s healing wearing off.  It did its job of keeping you alive, and now it is your body that must do the rest of the work.  You can feel the bruises along your back, hips and sides where the goblins jabbed you, as well as the forming headache.  If the headache is from the rocks striking you or the tadpole you don’t know.  Either way, you wish that stupid thing had at least stayed in your head when it died.  

When Tav starts to walk you let him carry you without complaint, even resting your head against his shoulder, eyes closed.  Whatever happened to the goblins and their leaders remains unknown as he carries you out, but it’s silent in the camp.  

The group is silent, too.  Maybe they’re letting you rest while you can, you think, or maybe they’re trying to decide who gets to be the one to kick you to the curb.  You don’t think about it too long.  

When you feel fresh non-bloodstained air on your cheeks you open your eyes.  You’re across the bridge and heading towards the blighted village already.  Every step they take is a step closer to you being completely alone.

The scent of sulphur wafts towards you before you hear a strange sound, like a campfire being started.  Almost a poof, but not quite.  The group turns quickly to face the source: Raphael.   Tav puts you down as gently as possible, ready to draw his weapon when Raphael starts talking.  

“Now, now, I’m not here for a fight…”  His speech starts and finishes, and then with a snap of his fingers you’re all inside the House of Hope.  The scene progresses, Tav denying the devil every chance he gets until the end and they’re transported back to where you were.

Without you.

Raphael, now in his full cambion form is observing you, a hand to his chin.  

“You, uh, you missed one,” you tell him.

He quirks one eyebrow.  “Did I?”

Raphael moves towards you and with every step you have to tilt your head further back just to look him in the eye.  When he’s an arm's length away you step back until your thighs hit the table and he doesn’t stop until he’s nearly on top of you.  Your voice is shaky when you speak.  “Y-yep.  I don’t even have a tadpole so what good would a deal with me be?”

His smile never drops, never reveals what he’s thinking.  “You don’t, not anymore.  As fascinating as that is, I’m more interested in procuring something else you have.”

You point to yourself.  “Me?  What do I have?”

Raphael reaches for your face, and with nowhere to go you stay as still as possible.  Those claws feel bigger than Halsin’s in his bear form, but Raphael is gentle as he strokes a knuckle along your cheek.  

“You, my dear,” he says, almost wistfully, “have more than you know.  But you don’t know anything do you?  Just a name and a place; Baldur’s Gate.”

You gulp.  Even when he takes his hand away you feel the heat of his skin on your cheek.  He doesn’t step back, closing you in with his size and outstretched wings.  “I guess it’d be silly to ask how you know that.”

His smile grows, entertained by your question.  “I could help with that—your memories, your life here.”

The way he stresses the last word gives you a shock like when Priestess Gut had looked at you. 

“No, thank you.  Now, if you could just send me back—”

“What will you do when they leave you?”

The question halts your words, your very thoughts.  You peer up into Raphael’s red eyes.  He continues, “Without the tadpole binding you, you’ve no reason to stay.  Where will you go?  Gold can take you only so far.”

You don’t answer.  You don’t have an answer.  You ask, “You know who I am?”

“And then some,” he answers.  

You swallow your fear, again, and shake your head.  He’s a devil!  Evil!  Your identity isn’t worth your soul, which you’ve come to learn is real and eternal.  

“I’ll be here,” Raphael tells you, “I’m sure you know how to find me.”

In a plume of smoke you’re back on the dirt road that travels between the shrine and the village.  You stay stock still as if the predator is still in front of you, eyes on the ground.  You hear someone call your name, but it isn’t until Tav shakes your shoulders that you can react.  “What?”

“Please tell me you didn’t make a deal,” Karlach begs.  If she couldn’t burn your skin off you think it would be her shaking you out of your trance.  

“No,” you reply.  “No.  No!  Of course not.”

Each of the companions let out a relieved sigh. 

“What did he want with you?” Astarion asks.  “Not to be rude but without the tadpole…”

You shake your head, the ache inside growing.  Stop shaking your head at everything, you think.  “He didn’t say.”

“What did he offer?”  Gale steps up, brows pinched together as he carefully watches your expression.

“My memories,” you admit.  “But I don’t think my memories are worth my soul.”

Gale’s face relaxes at your answer.  

“Now there’s a devil at our door,” Astarion complains.  “What next?  Will we be attacked by a rabid kobold as icing on the cake?”

“All in good time,” Gale answers.  

“I’d give you a hug if it wouldn’t burn your skin off,” Karlach says to you. 

You smile at her, but it’s weak.  You could really use that hug.  Raphael’s words had echoed your own thoughts—what happens when you’re left alone, left behind, by these people?  They must mistake your silence for fear, because they each give you a reassurance that as long as you don’t make a deal with a devil you’ll be fine.  But you’re just waiting for the other shoe to drop and feeling terribly sorry for yourself.

You muster up as much energy as possible and put it into stretching your lips into a smile.  “We should probably get back to the grove.  I’m sure everyone will be happy to hear the goblins aren’t a threat.”

This time you don’t let Tav pick you up, and start walking on your own two feet.  You’ll have to get used to it anyway, injured or not, when they move on to the Underdark. 

Taglist:

@half-poison-and-half-hope @sanscas @hotmesshobbit @godoffuckedupcats @thequeen-oni @terrenuserinj @straewberrysoda @theomnipotentfox @becksynthetic @quitecontrary-to-mary @furblrwurblr @mega-trash-cringe @fandomsbookclub @dontneedbiologytoadopt @pebble-bb @v3lv3tvampir3 @mrow-kat @jeneralmischief @notsaelty @runaway-17 @aoirohi @tinswhimsy @xxgrimripp3rxx @kemonocat-blog @thetiredtoad0-0 @sleepydang @iwannabealocalcryptid

#reborn into bg3 #reborn into baldur's gate 3 with no memory and plenty of money #astarion x reader #gale x reader #raphael has entered the fray #reader insert #x reader #is this angsty?

[awritesthings1]

Silent Night

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Summary: Set the Christmas before World War 1, Tommy and you share a special moment on the front steps of Watery Lane.

ao3 link

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“Merry Christmas, Tom.”

The words were swept away by the shrill cry of the wind battering the powerlines above Watery Lane. Together, you sat nestled beneath a faint porch light as the snow blanketed the streets of Small Heath. Tommy leaned into your back, and you snuggled into his chest, with both his legs bracketing you in. The stars—which were hard to make out by how heavy the snow fell—vacated the sky for incandescent streetlights.

Tommy squeezed his arms around you in response, which were locked around your shoulders and clasped at your chest. His warm breath tickled the hairs on your neck. You involuntarily shivered, although he mistook it for the cold, pressing a firm kiss to your pulse. Your back curled delightfully into the warmth of his body and overcoat.

The only Christmas lights you would get to see in 1913 were candles perched on windowsills and streetlights that faded in and out depending on how hard the snow fell. None of it mattered, though. You survived another year in Birmingham, which was enough to be grateful for. Your body hummed lowly like a cat, purring as you admired the stark white flakes falling a breath away from your boots. Tommy’s eyelashes brushed against your skin as he shielded them in the valley of your neck and shoulder.

Muffled music played through the walls across the street. Silhouettes danced through the windowpanes, back and forth, around and forward.

For Christmas, Tommy gifted you a long, soft, red scarf. You wore it around your neck, but it hung loosely due to Tommy’s insistent nose nudging it down. The side that draped over your lap, you used to wrap around your hands like mittens for warmth.

“We should get back,” you whispered behind heavy eyelids.

Tommy hummed into your neck but didn’t make any further movement. You couldn’t blame him either. The period leading up to the holiday season was nothing short of exhausting. Polly needed to gather enough food to feed the mouths around the table, Tommy needed to find small gifts for everyone to open, and Arthur needed to win enough bets to pay for firewood. And you? You tried to shrink beneath the floorboards to feel like less of a burden because you were left under Polly’s care five Christmases ago by your father, who had decided to pack up his things and move across the pond for better job opportunities. He promised to send money back to Polly to pay for your needs, but she was still waiting on the first payment all these years later.

You shifted into Tommy’s embrace, turning around so that you could peck him on the lips. Cheekily, he held the back of your neck and kissed you back more eagerly. You couldn’t help the smile that formed at his sudden passion, but you pulled away nonetheless, not wanting to be caught sucking face on the front doorsteps by any of the Shelby family members or by passersby. When you drew back enough to see his face, you saw the way his eyelids blinked low and slow. The blue in his eyes was frozen into a dull gray, like how you imagined a translucent ghost might be.

You brushed the longer part of his hair back and felt his temperature with the back of your hand. He was burning up, despite the cold weather.

“Let’s go inside, Tom." You smiled gently, briefly letting your nose press into his collar for warmth as you hugged him.

He grumbled something unintelligible, but let you pull him to his feet. Instinctively, his hand went to the small of your back as you both shuffled inside, where the smell of Polly’s Christmas mince pies greeted you. By the time you were wrapped up in a blanket and cuddled together in front of the fire, the pies were still warm, and the magic of Christmas still remained. The night went on; Arthur told some amusing stories to Ada and John; Finn fell asleep on the floor; and Polly carefully slipped a cushion beneath his head. And even if nothing terribly remarkable happened, the Christmas of 1913 wormed its way into your heart, where it would remain for many years to come.

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A/N: I have a longfic ready to publish but I'm holding it hostage because I don't want it to get lost in the holiday fics lol. Also I have a tag list so leave a comment if you want to be tagged in any new Tommy fics I write :)

Taglist: @fairytale07 , @ilovepeoplesdads , @goblinjnr , @maliceofwonderland .

#tommy shelby #thomas shelby #tommy shelby x reader #cillian murphy #thomas shelby x reader #cillian murphy x reader #peaky blinders #tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby imagine #thomas shelby x you #thomas shelby imagine #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders fanfic #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian x reader #cillian x y/n #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders imagine #fanfic #fanfiction

[stardustvanfleet]

Merry Christmas To You — Josh Kiszka x Reader (Fluff)

PAIRING: Josh Kiszka x F!Reader, Fluff

WORDS: 2.2k

SUMMARY: It's a snowy night in early December, and you and your boyfriend Josh are having a cozy night in, decorating your tree. When he puts one of his favorite classic Christmas albums on, the evening becomes even more romantic thanks to an impromptu serenade.

WARNINGS: None beyond kissing, language, mention of alcohol, and minor flirtatious innuendo.

A/N: Happy holidays and Merry Christmas, everyone! I hope you enjoy this incredibly cozy and sugary sweet festive fluff. I had hoped to get this out a bit earlier in the month, but between working two jobs and preparing for the holidays it took a bit longer than expected, so thank you all so much for bearing with me during this time of year that is so damn hectic!!! Some special thanks here go to my loves @sinsofstardust and @losfacedevil for beta reading and being endless sources of both inspiration and love-- I adore y'all!!! I hope you all have a very happy holiday ❤️

FIC BEGINS BELOW THE CUT!

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It was one of those December nights that you wished you could live in forever. Dusk had fallen early, and a light snow was falling outside; the soft, downy flakes catching in the light of the streetlamps as they tumbled gently towards the ground. For the first time in your new apartment, the one that you and your boyfriend Josh had moved into together just a few months earlier, the view through your window panes was truly beginning to resemble a Christmas card.

You took a sip from your mug of cocoa, which had been generously spiked with Bailey’s, but still tasted dangerously sweet. Turning over your shoulder with a grin, you caught Josh’s eye as he entered the living room with his own mug, steaming hot and piled high with whipped cream. You couldn’t help but feel your heart swell when you saw him— looking so handsome in one of his cozy white sweaters, his curls framing his face so beautifully, it was inevitable that he still gave you butterflies after all this time. 

“Josh, come watch the snow with me, love,” you giggled, curled up on your couch, which was pushed up right up against the largest window in the living room— it had been a perfect spot for watching the leaves change color and eventually fall to the ground, and now it provided an exceptional view of the picturesque wintery scene outdoors. His grin was infectious as he looked over towards the window and mused, crossing the room towards you, “How about that? It looks like we’ve got a winter wonderland on our hands…” reaching the couch rather quickly and setting his mug down on the coffee table.

 He slid in right next to you, his arms immediately wrapping around your waist as he moved to press affectionate kisses to your cheek, one after another, not seeming to want to stop as long as he had you giggling under him.  Finally, you pleaded through your laughter, “Joshy… I don’t see you watching the snow!” as he gave a chuckle of his own and teased, “Ohh, sorry about that, mama… you know how distracted I can get…”

You captured his chin between your fingers with another giggle, feeling heat rising in your cheeks at his use of the pet name which he knew always made you weak in the knees. “Seems particularly easy to get distracted around here….” you replied playfully, before pulling him in and kissing him fully, your heart fluttering at the satisfied sigh he let out against your lips. It was all so endearing, from the softness of his lips to the familiarity of his scent, which was spicy and comforting and floral all at once. There may have been a chill in the air that day, but in the warmth of Josh’s arms, with his lips against yours… despite the weather, it was undeniable— you were melting.

It would have been so easy to get entirely lost in the kiss, but he began to smile against your lips, and pulled back gently, offering you a cheeky smile as he teased back, “Careful, or I’ll get distracted enough that we’ll have to push decorating the tree to another night…” his words making you giggle and lightly, jokingly smack at his arm, chiding, “Joshua… you’re gonna end up on the naughty list….” giving him another quick kiss and a grin before wriggling out of his grasp to rise from the couch towards the large box of ornaments sitting beside the coffee table.

“Hold on, angel…” Josh said, standing up himself as you paused, turning to face him with a smile. He was looking at you with a twinkle in his eye while heading towards the record player set up beside the bookshelf, continuing, “Is it really Christmas if we don’t have the perfect soundtrack?” You watched with amusement as he crouched down to rifle through the large record collection that the two of you had assembled, a wide grin breaking out on his face when he found what he was looking for. “Nat King Cole,” he said with satisfaction, “...now, there’s a reason his middle name is King. And, well… okay, so it’s two reasons. The first reason is that it’s his name, naturally, but there’s also another reason… the big reason, the important one. And it’s that he’s the King of Christmas. it’s just that simple…” 

You found yourself giggling with affection as your boyfriend rambled on; it was one of the many little things about Josh that had made you fall in love with him. As he spoke, he stood from his crouching position to place the record on the turntable and lower the needle, and the cozy tones of Deck the Halls began to play in the living room— Josh’s handsome face illuminated only by the flickering light of the fireplace and the warm golden glow of the lights already set up on your Christmas tree. The light danced across his delicate features as he rose to walk towards you and the box of ornaments, and he offered another grin, asking, “Shall we get this decorating soiree started?”

You laughed again, unable to deny the way his turn of phrase and distinct mannerisms made you feel with your heart fluttering so distinctly in your chest. When at last he reached you and began rummaging through the box of ornaments, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. When he finally looked up to meet your gaze with a knowing half-smile, you tenderly leaned in to kiss him gently once more, before pulling back and replying, “Okay, now we shall,” which elicited a laugh from the man in front of you, his warm brown eyes sparkling in the low light as he replied, “A very important final step before we get started… my darlin’ is so thorough.” You giggled breathlessly at the affectionate nickname, taking his hand inside the box of ornaments and giving it a squeeze. 

Together, you began picking out ornaments and hanging them on the tree, from sparkling white crystal snowflakes and pinecones, to small figurines of ice skaters and Santa Claus, to childhood photos of the two of you in tiny silver frames— Josh insisted that those should be hung up beside each other, saying definitively, “I’ll need you to keep me company up there!” 

Between his jokes and your responses, Nat King Cole’s voice served as a backdrop, his gentle crooning making the room feel cozy and festive beyond belief. The reflection of the Christmas lights were twinkling in Josh’s eyes as he stole glances at you while you both hung ornaments on the tree at once, his hand coming to wrap around your waist for a stolen moment as he headed back towards the box to grab his next ornament of choice. Your heart stuttered deep within your chest, beginning to pick up its pace at Josh’s loving looks and touches.

It was when Josh’s favorite Christmas carol began, however, that he really began to focus his attention on you. The familiar swell of strings marked the beginning of Nat King Cole’s rendition of The Christmas Song, and as Josh crossed back towards you to hang a silver bell on the tree, he caught your eye with a smile, before beginning to sing along with the record. “Chestnuts roasting on an open fire…” You felt heat immediately beginning to rise in your cheeks as a look of joy appeared on your face. Nothing made you melt more than Josh’s voice. “Jack Frost nipping at your nose…” He gave you an affectionate smile while singing the lyrics, reaching out to tap the end of your nose with his fingertip at the end of the line, which made you giggle wildly. You reached up to grab his hand and pull it to your lips, pressing little kisses to his knuckles as he continued singing along. You were mesmerized, unable to tear your gaze away from him even if you wanted to. Everything about Josh was enough to light up a room, but whenever he decided on performing for you, even in the comfort of your own home— it was still always utterly captivating. He was breathtakingly talented, and unfathomably beautiful.

Gently, tenderly, Josh’s hand fell to your waist while he continued the song, the words flowing as smoothly and sweetly as honey. “Everybody knows… a turkey and some mistletoe… help to make the season bright…” He was beginning to sway you along to the music, and you were letting him— lost entirely in his voice, his loving touch, his gaze, in this moment that was beginning to feel dizzying in its domesticity. By the time the song reached its instrumental interlude, the two of you were slow dancing in the living room— your head coming to rest on Josh’s shoulder, face buried in his neck as he held you close, sweeping you around the room in slow circles to the piano instrumental. He was so warm, and you could feel the soft rise and fall of his breaths through the cozy knit fabric of his sweater. When you finally lifted your head to meet his eyes for the final chorus, the love you were feeling for him was almost overwhelming.

“And so, I’m offering this simple phrase… for kids from one to ninety-two…” Josh paused in his serenade for a moment to bring his free hand to cup your face, stroking his thumb across your cheekbone as he smiled at you with undeniable affection. “And though it’s been said, many times, many ways… Merry Christmas… to you…”

You knew you were looking at him like he had hung the moon in the sky for you… but, frankly, with the adoration in his eyes, it almost seemed like he’d truly have been willing to try. As the song reached its conclusion, you leaned in without even needing to think, capturing his lips so lovingly and passionately that Josh let out a soft sigh against your lips, struck by surprise and delight. You found yourself lost in him, lost in your feelings, as you melted entirely in his arms, his hand still cupping your cheek and jaw with unmistakable tenderness. By the time you two finally allowed your lips to separate, the next song had already been playing for what had surely been over a minute. After a breathless moment of collecting yourself that must’ve taken a few seconds, you managed to let your eyes flutter open, only to see Josh opening his eyes at nearly the exact same time— the sight making you giggle, your heart skipping a beat within your chest.

“Your voice is unbelievable,” you murmured, reaching your own hand over to cup his cheek in return, which prompted him to lean into your touch so effortlessly and subconsciously. Instantly, even in the low light, you could tell the compliment was making him blush, with his cheeks and the tip of his nose flushing a rosy red under your touch as he averted his gaze shyly, letting out a bashful, “Oh, god… Thank you… I think you’re unbelievable.” A smile crossed your face as he paused for a moment, blinking at you as if in thought before continuing, looking at you so lovingly, “I’m so happy we get to make Christmas memories in a place all our own this year, angel… you’re home to me, lover. You make it feel like Christmas.”

Truly, you couldn’t have said it better yourself. 

The moment was breathtaking. Josh’s words, his eyes, the glow of the Christmas tree and the crackling of the fire… everything was so perfect. Your smile, at this point, was entirely out of your control— you wouldn’t have been able to stop even if you had wanted to try. Words failed you for a moment as emotions swirled like snowflakes within you. “Oh, Josh… I love you so much.”

He was grinning at you, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. When he spoke again, you could hear the affection in his voice. “I love you so much, darlin’. I’d lasso the moon for you.”

His reference to It’s A Wonderful Life made your smile widen even further—- something you had previously doubted was even possible. Your head was spinning a little from his romantic words, and when you finally managed to speak again between shy giggles, you teased, “You’re too smooth for your own good… but it is a wonderful life, Josh, because I’ve got you.”

Josh laughed a little, breathlessly, the rosiness of his cheeks still so endearing. You couldn’t resist any longer, closing the distance between the two of you and kissing him, so deeply and passionately that he almost faltered on his feet for a moment, his grip tightening on you to steady himself— and perhaps from a desire to be even closer to you.

When you finally pulled back, the Nat King Cole record still softly playing and your tree sparkling behind you, the two of you once again took a moment before opening your eyes. You found yourself lost in Josh’s warm embrace, the scent of him, the feeling of his heartbeat against yours. You were all his, and he was all yours. And this was only the beginning.

The words left your lips in a whisper, affectionate and gentle. “Merry Christmas, Josh.”

He leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Merry Christmas, angel.”

//

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[astolary]

Hiya!! I absolutely adore the way you write tighnari! If you are okie with it, may I request him and his s/o playing hide and seek together?

Thank you<3

I hope you have a lovely rest of your day/night

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓'𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐑 .

( Synopsis ) He knew what you both wanted, and you knew what you both wanted.

( Pairing ) Established Relationship. Tighnari x GN! Reader

( Content Warnings ) Tighnari playing hide and seek with reader? It sounds ooc of him but I see him being playful with the reader if they play hide and seek (in a fluffy way) HSHSHJ

( Word Count ) 1.0k+ words // NOT EDITED!

It's been 1 minute and 30 seconds since you started hiding, and you were scared.

One, it would take TIGHNARI a while to find you as your scent blended in with all the life forms residing in Gandharva Ville, along with the scent of Collei's famous pita pockets— but you never knew.

Two, if he could hear the morning dew, he could listen for your laboured breaths— but you never knew! Was he playing with you?

Three, did the forest rangers manage to stall him? You've been a flurry of chaos. Running, around the village, using the four-leaf sigils to pick up the pace, begging your amused co-workers to bombard him with more duties or paperwork—

The leaves rustled behind you, crunching and shaking and screaming and begging you to get up: Hello! Get out of your head! You're going to get caught in the lamest way possible!

"I was wondering where my love could be," Someone mused. "I got overwhelmed with the seemingly suspicious amount of spices Collei used when she asked me to test her food, the sheets of parchment that fell on my hands, and the dogs running over to me all of a sudden. I wonder who could be behind that catastrophe?"

The leaves stopped rustling as if they were shaking their heads at you in mock disappointment. How dare you. We rustled and forced our plant cells to wiggle for you— yet you fail to stay hidden for just 2 minutes. Seriously? 1 minute and 42 seconds? You could have at least stayed hidden for another 3 seconds to make the record 1 minute and 45.

A certain leaf floated and danced in front of your eyes. A bushy, furry, hairy green tail wrapping itself around your body teasingly.

Your eyes stayed glued to the leaf, refusing your defeat. You traced the details of the green plant, admiring the delicately glued flowers and gold flakes embedded in it.

"Do you remember this leaf?" Tighnari asked all of a sudden, staying tails length away from you. (He'll let the game last a while longer, after all, he didn't touch you with his hands yet.)

You nodded fondly.

What was it, the tenth kiss you both would share at the beginning of the relationship? At that time the wind was picking up when he was going to share a kiss with you— only for a leaf from the tree above the both of you to slip in between your lips, effectively blocking Tighnari from feeling your lips against his own.

Although your amused laughter was serotine for his heart, he was most certainly not pleased. His ears twitched around, embarrassed and flustered.

"Do you know what else I'm planning to do with this leaf?" An amused tone edged his voice.

(He's getting his 'revenge.')

You froze and slowly stood up. A forest breeze weaved itself with the strands of your hair. It was like the forest gained hope for you, yes! We believe in you! Now run with those puny legs of yours!

You wholeheartedly agreed, and boosted yourself with the four-leaf sigil conveniently only a few meters away from you.

Tighnari laughed, then you laughed—

— then the forest rangers started cackling when they caught sight of you, Collei giggled, the dogs barked happily, the birds chirped melodiously, and then the forest sang and laughed all together.

"5 seconds!"

Five.

Your heart sped up in excitement, fear, anticipation, childishness, fear dread shame— oh archons you were going to die who cares at this point you were fighting a losing game— "No! Please! I'm tired!" You heaved.

Four.

Despite your complaints, you continued running at a slightly slower pace, then you turned around and grinned— and Tighnari saw the world pause for a moment. You continued pushing him to the limits, yet always slowing down and reminding him to take a break. You listened attentively to his ramblings about research, yet somehow you both would drift away from the topic and end up talking about what you did today.

Three.

The world continued revolving.

Two.

You ran as fast as you could, using what oxygen you had left in your lungs to see mercy for one more time. Faster than the time you chased after him when he stubbornly marched (crawled) further into the desert when you were both younger; faster than the time he chased after you when you stole his final research paper draft, final-final research paper draft, and final-final-final research paper draft.

One.

But not fast enough that you stray far from him (your beacon home), him losing you from his hold (he'll do his best to protect you in this world.)

Zero.

So Tighnari got up, and ran and ran and ran after you.

He promises to do his best to make you smile and laugh. To welcome you home with open arms and lean his forehead against yours and rub his nose with your own. To give his 1000/1000 in the relationship. To love you not because of his primal instincts but because he loved you as both fox and human. To go against the problem instead of fighting each other—

—You promise to not be with him just because of the promise, but because you want to be with him and love him and let him love you. To not say I love you too as if agreeing with him that you loved him as well (you do), but to say I love you too because you wanted to show him more of your love as he has done with you—

You were both an organized mess, the strings twirling and tangling tightly like a cascade of braids.

"—(NAME)! RUN! MASTER TIGHNARI IS CATCHING UP TO YOU!" The children squealed. But it was too late.

You laughed when Tighnari tackled you to the ground. You both rolled on the damp, dirty, luscious grass.

Tighnari squeezed you tight.

"I got you." He murmured, smiling on your shoulder.

"Yeah," You agreed. "You got me."

Then, the forest healed.

—

The forest rangers marvelled at you both.

"Everyone relish at this moment." Umm mused. "He'll be back to being his cranky, sarcastic self later and scold you all."

The forest rangers saw Celestia as they marveled at you both.

Oh dear... Collei contemplated. At least they're both happy.

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[kira-fluff]

comforting you after a break up - haikyuu!!

a/n: once again i have returned. fear my power. just kidding, school made me a ye bit busy especially trying to get by financially (who wants to pay my credit card bill? haha...) anyway, guess who had to dump their boyfriend? 🙋🏼‍♀️ it's me. had to hold back from putting "comforting" in quotations lol

kuroo tetsuro "come 'ere."

a sudden knock on kuroo's door made him jump. he was surprised to see you standing in the rain, completely drenched, but with a big smile on your face. he raised an eyebrow, letting out a little laugh, "why are you out here in the rain?" not answering his question, your smile grows wider. you throw up a peace sign, "guess who just got dumped!" it didn't come out like a question. your smile was stretched wide. unnaturally. kuroo looked you up and down. you hated the way sympathy and pain was strewn on his face. suddenly, he stretched out his arms, beckoning you into his arms. "come 'ere." he said softly, enveloping you in his big arms, your head against his chest. you could hear the steady beat of his heart under his thin shirt. like a dam that could no longer hold the flood, tears poured out of your eyes like the downpour behind you. you shoved your face against his chest in an attempt to muffle the sobs wracking your body. hiccups and shaking breaths escaped you along with wails of sadness that broke kuroo's heart. a selfish part of him told him he should be glad. he's had it bad for you since you became friends in your second year of middle school. but there was no joy in his heart. only pain. he wanted to take all your pain away... to see your smile again - your real smile - again. you didn't deserve this. you deserved someone who would love you unconditionally and not someone who lackadaisically decides to flake out of you whenever he chooses. "I'm ne-never g-gonna find s-someone who-who loves me" you said, letting out another heartbreaking sob, gripping his shirt as another breath wracked you, making you heave breaths rapidly. "I love you.." he said, but he wasn't sure you heard over the deluge. it didn't matter. you were here in his arms. you chose him - out of all the people you could have chosen - to comfort you. and that was enough for now. he squeezed you tighter, kissing the top of your head as he pulled you inside.

oikawa toru "well fuck him anyways! i never liked him." you slam the door to his apartment. he turns to you as you begin shouting, "CAN YOU BELIEVE IT, TORU?! HE HAS THE AUDACITY TO TRY TO BREAK UP WITH ME WHEN I CAUGHT HIM CHEATING!" oikawa is already up on his feet, just as angry as you. "WHAT THE FUCK!? HE CHEATED? OH I'M GONNA GO BEAT THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF HIM" "OIKAWA, oikawa, stop, okay? it's.. it's whatever. you've seen the texts. I've had a hunch for a long time anyway." "but he deserves it." "I know, but I'm.. I'm just tired toru. I just can't right now. can we just watch a movie?" he stared at you for what felt like an eternity before beckoning you to the couch. you took a seat next to him. oikawa is a little selfish, so he'd be lying if he wasn't a little glad you broke up with him, not only because that guy is a useless piece of shit, but also because that meant he had an opportunity to show you how good he can be to you - as more than a friend. "well fuck him anyways. I never liked him." he said, pulling you into his arms, lying both of you down onto the sofa as he flicked the tv on, scrolling through shows to watch. he squinted, trying to search for a good one when he heard a sniffle. in his surprise, he dropped the remote onto the floor. "hey, hey, hey.. look at me." you slowly turned your head up to him, your bottom lip jutting out. indents lay in your chin as your lip quivered. "you can cry." and with that, you let out a quiet sigh, and cried into his shoulder. "thank you..." you said. "I'll always be here. you know that. i treat you better than he ever did." he didn't mean to have it come out that way, but you ignored it, too engrossed in your feelings to acknowledge if what he said had any double-meaning.

miya atsumu "I TOLD you that guy was no good!" sorry, but atsumu appears to care more about the fact that he was "right all along" rather than the fact that you broke up with the guy. at least, on the surface. it isn't until you start crying that he feels like a complete asshole for doing a little victory dance in his head when he heard of your split. "I know, ok! I know you were right! but that doesn't make me feel any better. I just feel like a complete idiot." he stopped. "I-i'm sorry. yer not an idiot. I guess.. 've just been jealous this whole time, ya know?" before you had a chance to speak, continued, "'ve like ya for so long. seriously every single time I think about ya since like middle school I've always had to hold myself back from smiling. sometimes when I look at ya I just wanna kiss ya until you forget about that asshole." you stared at him in disbelief. when you finally snapped out of your reverie, you grabbed his hand, leading it to your waist. your other hand went to his neck, pulling him down to kiss you. strangely, the shittiest day ever turned out to be so much more than that - the day you got together with the man who (unbeknownst to you at the time) you'd spend the rest of you life with.

miya osamu "...want some chocolate?" as you sat blowing tissues in his bedroom, he could only stare. to be honest, his only way of comforting was food and physical affection. so he was doing his best to give loads of both. you were recovering from your sobs when he sighed. "....want some chocolate?" his question seemed more like he knew you already did, so when he stood up even before you nodded, you weren't surprised. you followed him to the kitchen where he began to make homemade chocolates like it was Valentine's Day (or white day, I guess). after some comfortable silence, you said, "I feel like... weirdly better now? like, free in a way. i feel like he always had a way of putting me down." osamu let out a grunt. he didn't want to say anything about the fucker that would go too far, but damn did he have to hold his tongue. that asshole was always gaslighting you and was borderline emotionally abusive what with all his manipulation. but bringing that up now would only make you upset. it would force you to relive all of those shitty memories. he took in a deep breath when all of a sudden your arms wrapped around him, your chest against his back. "thank you." was all you said for a while. he nodded. "osamu, I think it's always been you." "....what'da mean?" you only answered with a nuzzle against his toned back, leaving his to wonder what you'd meant, but decided to leave it at that for today. maybe tomorrow you'd be ready to discuss the meaning behind it all.

suna rintaro "good." "I'm sorry, what?" "I said, 'good.'" "that's really mean, rin." "I don't care. I've been waiting too long to give a fuck about that guy's feelings. he had it coming; you should've dumped him a long time ago." "what do you mean?" "you really don't know?" your voice raised in anger, "NO. I don't KNOW, rin." "does this answer your question?" he said, grabbing your cheeks. his lips pressed against yours violently, messily, like he was angry. you stared at him dumbfounded. "I thought you didn't like me like that." he sighed, letting out a disbelieving laugh, "seriously? you literally rejected me." "no I didn't!" by now you'd already forgotten about the break up, instead arguing with suna over who liked each other first, what was a lie, and what was true... I guess suna had his own way of comforting you, but it was also incredibly self-indulgent.

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[her-power]

Last Chance to Dance (Part Six: Rockstar! e.m x fem reader)

🚨🛑🔞18+++ MINORS DNI - YOU WILL BLOCKED🚨🛑🔞 TRIGGER/CONTENT WARNING (For entire series): Rockstar! Addict! Sweet! Mean! Eddie, smut, unprotected p+v, fluff, fingering (f receiving), masturbation, oral (m+f receiving), heavy drug use, descriptions of IV drug use, swearing, talks of anxiety, panic disorder, mental illness, talks of suicide

Eddie Munson Masterlist

Last Chance to Dance Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Summary: Full Summary on Part One

Word Count: 8k

Fifteen years ago… “Fuck.” You mutter after poking yourself in the eye with your black eyeliner. You press your finger under your eyelid and smudge it, so it looks like you were doing it on purpose. You were renting a room close to your college; your roommates were two older women in their mid-seventies, both widowers and they made you feel like you were a part of their family for years. Your mother had got a new boyfriend, who had tried to make advances on you, and it got to the point where you punched him in the face. Your mother took his side naturally, and you had to do everything you could to make sure Eddie didn’t go back there to finish the job. 

You were getting ready to head to the Hideout; Corroded Coffin had a small gig. Robin and Steve would be there, you haven’t seen them since you all graduated. Thunder was rumbling in the distance; there was supposed to be a rainstorm later tonight. You check your phone, no text messages from Eddie. He had been acting weird the last few days; weirder than normal, and you noticed it after the gift you had given him. He had lost his favorite guitar pick a few months ago, it was a dark red, with red flakes in the design that made it look like marble. You had found one that looked exactly like it when you had gone into the city, and you knew you had to give it to him. You had attached it to a necklace, and when you had given it to him, he immediately put it on, but there was something in his eyes that didn’t sit right with you. He stopped telling you he loved you, and that also didn’t sit right with you. Not that he needed to tell you it every day, but every time you would say it to him, he would just smile, and kiss you. 

You tried not to think too much of it, you were excited for tonight. You threw on your black ankle combat boots, a dark gray dress, and an oversized denim jacket over it. You let Millie and Sandra know where you were going, they were on their way out to Bingo, and Millie had made a comment that she was trying to look her best for George, who had asked her on a date. They had given you a spare key, and you place it in your pocket as you laugh overhearing Sandra tell Millie that she better make sure she cleared the cobwebs from her “undercarriage”. The Hideout wasn’t far from where you lived, you still needed to drive. The thunder and lighting was still booming in the distance, something about this night made you feel like something was off. 

The Hideout was full, bodies on top of bodies. You, Robin and Steve had found a little corner near the stage where the three of you could sit and chat comfortably. Robin could sense something was off with you, and with Eddie. Eddie barley kissed you when you walked into the Hideout, it was just a graze on your lips. You had knocked back a few shots to settle your nerves, the overwhelming feeling was too much for you to bear. The show was amazing as usual, the stage presence from the three of them was always such a treat to watch. You knew that one day, they would go somewhere, and their faces would be plastered on every magazine, their songs on every radio station. You just knew it.  

Steve invited everyone back to his house after the show; the rain had started, and you felt relief knowing that you could just walk to Steve’s from where you lived. Eddie had met you there, you could already smell the booze on his breath as he kissed you. Kissed you. So much passion was behind that kiss you forgot how to breathe, and you were so confused. It was almost like he was a different person, someone who wanted to be in your presence, and so many questions swirled in your brain, but you couldn’t find the right words. So, you kissed him back with that equal passion, stumbling up the stairs to Steve’s spare bedroom, locking the door behind you. He had pushed the front of your body into the door, his mouth was on your neck, his hands gripped your thighs over your dress from behind. You didn’t know what had gotten into him, but you didn’t stop him. His hand tightens a hold on your hair, pulling your neck back into his shoulder, his mouth meeting yours as his other hand reaches down to finger you over your underwear. You moan at the sensation, the slight pain from his hair pulling, the roughness of his hands, the feeling of his tongue on your neck. You feel him lift your dress up, and you adjust your palms on the wall in front of you as he goes down to his knees and you feel his hot breath on your pussy. He buries his face into your folds and your head falls back in pleasure, his tongue lapping you up, tasting and devouring every inch of you. You grip the wall, moaning loud as his tongue fucks your dripping hole. His moans vibrate your entire body, and you feel him slide his way up your back, hear his zipper on his jeans, and the feel of his velvety cock as he pushes into you with ease. You both moan loudly, he holds on to your hips as he fucks you from behind, angling your ass up to get better friction. Broken moans were escaping your lips, and you were happy that Steve kept the music on loud downstairs. The tip of his cock was hitting you at the right angle; he pulls your face back to his by your hair again, his tongue licks your lips, begging for entrance and you massage his tongue with yours. He pulls out slowly, and then slams back into you. You cry out, the sensation and euphoria was causing your very core to tingle. He does it again, and again until you're practically begging for him to fuck you on the bed. He pulls out of you, turning your around, crashing his lips into yours, he grips the back of your head, groaning as he drags you over to the bed. He pushes you on your back, pushing up your dress, exposing your full naked breasts. You hear him growl under his breath, and he takes your nipple into his mouth, biting and sucking as you squirm underneath him. He pulls away from your breast, looking up at you with those big brown eyes. 

“You want me to fuck you?” 

You nod. 

“How bad do you want me to fuck you?” He says, sticking his tongue out, tracing circles around the skin of your nipple. You groan at how fucking hot he looked, and your pussy got even wetter. You open your legs wider for him, and an almost sinister smile graces his lips. He glances down, smiling big. “Mmmm, looks like you want me to really bad.” He crawls up your torso, catching your lips in a kiss. He moans against your lips, and he grits his teeth, he slams his cock into you, so fucking hard you think you go cross eyed. He pushes your leg up by your ears in a Vulcan like grip, his fingers bruising the skin, but you loved that feeling, you needed it. 

“Unnnnnnghhhh, want me to go harder baby?” He asks you, biting his bottom lip as he continues his fast pace with the roll of his hips. You feel like a magical being, something that was sent down from the cosmos, you didn’t want this feeling to go away. 

“Ohhhh my god…” You moan hoarsely, he was hitting you there, that sweet, sweet spot. “Faster, Eddie…ohhhh!!!”

“Yeah?” He growls, his pace quickens, the headboard slams against the wall as animalistic grunts and whimpers spill out of him. “Fuck…ungh you’re so fucking tight.” 

You felt the pleasure build in your lower belly; you meet his lips in a passionate kiss as he thrusts into you faster. You feel your orgasm approaching, you moan loudly into his mouth, and he pulls back from you, watching as you cry out, your orgasm rocking your entire body. He comes right after you, exploding inside you as his entire body trembles and he holds onto your hips for support. He pulls out of you, resting his head on your chest as you both catch your breath. He cups your cheek, leaning up to kiss you softly. 

The two of you had hung out a little longer at Steve’s, you and Robin had beat him and Steve at beer pong and when it was getting late, Eddie said he’d walk you home. The rain had stopped but the ground was wet. The two of you walk in silence, you had glanced up at him as his face was scrunched in concentration. You continued walking but realize he had stopped, you turn to him, pulling your jacket tighter. 

“Are you okay?” You ask him. 

He’s looking down at his feet and then meets your eyes. You didn’t like the look he had in his eyes. “I need to talk to you about something.” 

“Okay…” you say softly. Your skin prickles with nervousness, your stomach was in knots. 

He stares into your eyes, trying to fix his eyes on both of them, and you notice they are glassy and sad. “Me and the guys had made contact with someone in the east coast. He has managed a few pretty well-known bands; he wants to meet us. Get us a few gigs. We leave tomorrow.” 

A smile forms on your lips. “Eddie, that’s amazing!” You had wrapped your arms around him in a hug but feel him stiffen, you pull back as if he electrocuted you. “Eddie, what’s going on?” 

You stare up in his eyes, you see them fill with tears. “I can’t do this anymore.” 

You move back a step, your stomach clenches. “Can’t do what?” 

“Us…this. I can’t do it anymore.” 

You stare at him, trying to process what he just said to you. Can’t do this anymore? What the fuck? What the actual fuck? Your eyes narrow and a laugh escapes you. 

“Okay, I get it. You’re leaving tomorrow, probably for good…so you’re breaking up with me because I’m sure you’re gonna be looking for brand new pussy.” It’s out of your mouth before you could stop yourself, you were seething. 

His eyes widen. “No…that is not why, I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Then why?” 

He doesn’t answer you, and you feel hot tears sting your eyes. You stare up at him, and you shake your head. “What the fuck was that then up at Steve’s? A goodbye fuck?!” He still doesn’t answer you and you swear it feels like bug are crawling under your skin, you whimper, looking away from him. He goes to reach for you, but you step back from him. “Don’t fucking touch me. You’re disgusting.” Your eyes are wild, and he moves towards you again, you shove him away. 

“I’m sorry.” He says, tears streaming down his face and the rain starts up again. 

“No, you’re not.” You shake your head; the rain pelts your hair, and you stare up at him. Your anger seething. “You just threw away a lifetime of fucking friendship. A LIFETIME. I should’ve known this would happen. You never loved me.” 

He whispers your name and shakes his head at you. “No…no…that’s not…”

“Fuck you.” You scream at him. “FUCK YOU!”

You stand there in the rain, and he just stares at you. “I’m sorry…”

“STOP SAYING YOU’RE SORRY!” You cry, tears streaming down your face. “Stop. Just stop. Get away from me, I can’t believe I’ve let you touch me…do all those things with you…you’re fucking FILTHY. I hate you. I fucking hate you!” You shove him hard by the chest and shove him again. He grabs you by your wrists hard pulling you to him, he looks angry now, and tears continue to spill from his eyes as you squirm against him. 

“Believe what you want to believe but these last few years fucking meant something to me, and you can hate me all you want but don’t stand there and say that I didn’t love you.” 

“You didn’t.” You sneer, pulling out of his grasp and you walk backwards away from him. “Enjoy your life, Eddie Munson. I hope you never feel the pain I’m feeling right now, and if you do, I hope it fucking destroys you.” 

You turn from him, walking the opposite direction of your place and the rain comes down harder. You speed walk towards Lover’s Lake, laughing at the irony. You go towards the water, the rain pelted harder against you, and a loud boom of thunder cracks as you scream at the top of your lungs. 

(Eddie’s POV) I jump awake when I hear the sound of a car horn. I had pulled off onto a rest stop in Vermont at three o’clock this morning. I rub my eyes, tossing the fleece blankets off of me from the backseat of my truck. It was almost seven in the morning; and I wish I had more blankets. The temperature gauge read that it was 14 degrees outside when I started up the car, I blow warm air into my hands and zip up my leather jacket, throwing my jean jacket on over it. I had double checked your return address on the letter about sixty times, making sure I had the right one. The gps said I would be getting to you in about four hours. 

I needed coffee. 

I had found a Dunkin Donuts a few miles off the highway and had ordered myself some food. The young girl at the drive thru immediately recognized me and had asked for a selfie. I was happy to, she was very sweet, and didn’t want me to pay for my coffee. So, I gave her a one-hundred-dollar tip that she had tried to give back to me, but I had smiled and drove off so she couldn’t chase my truck. 

A sudden thought crosses my mind. 

The girl from the meet and greet. Who had the cancer. I pulled over again into a parking lot, scroll down until I find Gareth’s number. He answers on the first ring. 

“Dude, where are you?” He sounds panicked. “I can back to your house and you’re not here, but your door is unlocked and there’s shit everywhere.” 

“I’m on my way to Maine, listen…”

“Maine? What is in Maine?” 

I close my eyes, leaning my head against the seat, waiting for him to make the connection. “Oh…oh!!! Dude why are you calling me?! Go to her! Drive!” 

“I’m trying to, but can you listen to me for one fucking second please?” I laugh into the phone. “Remember that girl we met who had the terminal cancer, do you have the email of her mother?” 

“Uhhhhhhh, hang on.” I hear a shuffling as the line goes quiet. “Wow, I actually do. Do you need it?” 

“Can you email her? I just need to know how she is…attach my number to the email.” 

“Eddie…that was almost a year ago and she was really sick when we met her,,,I don’t want to get your hopes up.” He was right and I knew that. 

“Just…please. I just need to know.” 

He sighs on the other end. “Okay. I will. Be safe driving please, there’s supposed to be a snowstorm hitting up here in a few hours. I’ll make sure your house doesn’t blow away.”  

“Appreciate that, man.” I chuckle. 

“Go get her, man.” He says teasingly. 

I laugh loudly. “Shut up, Freddie Prinze Jr.” 

I hang up the phone and start my journey towards you. I had no idea what I wanted to say, or what I could say. I knew you didn’t reach out to me because of pity, deep down I knew that. But I remembered how bad I hurt you. How you looked when I told you I couldn’t be with you, the anger in your voice, the sadness. And I thought you were just trying to hurt me, but why would you? You don’t have that in your character. You’re too good. 

You’re just a fucking moron, kid. Ted’s voice echoes in my head and I bite back a smile. 

“Yeah, yeah. I hear you, dead man.” I turn on the music and drive on the stretch of highway. I was trying to think about what I wanted to say to you. How every moment these last few weeks have been nothing short of wonderful. How I fell more and more in love with you; how I should’ve just married you all those years ago. How I should’ve just listened to my gut and let you in. 

How you saved me. 

In more ways than one. 

Even when I was at my worst, you were there. Somehow, in some way. 

That’s why I never take the necklace off. Not anymore at least. When I got high, I think maybe I didn’t want you apart of that, it was like I thought your own eyes were watching through the necklace. I feel the shame when I think back to how bad it was for me, to how I didn’t care about anything, how getting high was the only thing that mattered to me. I didn’t care who I hurt, who I fucked. 

I didn’t care what happened to me. But now, I actually did care about myself. I was too young to give up now, I was too stupid to give up on us. Not when it mattered, not when someone who cared about me so deeply, wanted to see me survive a disease so horrendous, and brought me back to you. I probably should’ve called you, but the way we left things, I knew you wouldn’t answer. I needed to prove that I was in it for the long run, that I was willing to commit and love you for the person you’ve always been. 

(Reader POV)  You tug at the snarls in your hair. The fluorescent lights in the bathroom did nothing to help your tired features. You were on your third day in a row at the hospital, maybe slept five hours in between that time. You were able to shower, which was nice, but it still didn’t help the pure exhaustion you felt. 

The utter sadness you felt in your gut. 

You weren’t sure if you were sad or angry at Eddie. Maybe a little bit of both, but you couldn’t blame him for thinking the way he did, for assuming. But fuck him for assuming, he should know you better, if you didn’t want to reach out to him, you wouldn’t. You grip the porcelain sink in front of you, closing your eyes. Every time you closed your eyes, you felt the feel of his lips against your skin, the callouses on his fingertips, the way he said your name. All of those feelings that you kept buried for so many years came flooding back the second you locked eyes again. You hated how he made you feel, he still had that chokehold on you, and you knew you had some sort of grip in him. 

You open your eyes and groan at your reflection. You had to get back on the floor. You already had three new patients in the span of twenty minutes: an elderly woman who had broken her hip from a fall, a seven-year-old boy who had split open his chin from falling off his bike, and a middle-aged drug addict who had to be restrained once he awoken from the help of the narcan. He was a stubborn son of a bitch, and he was mean. Meaner than most patients you dealt with, but for some reason, you were the only one that could calm him down. You tie up your hair and places her stethoscope over your neck. You walk to the room where your addict patient was, he was scowling at you. 

“What’s going on, Ben?” 

“They won’t give me anything for the pain.” He says through his teeth. 

“I can order you Motrin.” You smile at him and check his IV bag. 

“Sweetheart, come on.” He groans. 

“Honey, you told me you were an addict. Withdrawing from opiates and you want to get clean. I’m not getting you anything stronger.” You say with a raised brow and a smirk. “I can get you chocolate.” 

He grumbles. “Fine.”

You grin and he tries to hide his smile. “Cake or ice cream?” 

He actually smiles at you. “Both?”

“You got it.” You say with a smile, typing away on the small computer screen. “I’ll get you that motrin too.” 

He groans and you laugh. “Ben, work with me here.”

“You’re lucky you’re beautiful.” 

“Aww, don’t make me blush.” You wink at him and exit the room. You hear a commotion in the hallway as one of the doctor’s calls your name, you stop what you’re doing and start running. The paramedics are wheeling in a young man, a mask over his face, and his shirt ripped open. He was strapped to the bedrails by the rubber restraints, fighting and screaming through the mask to be set free.

“What do we got?” 

“Twenty-eight-year-old male, found outside a local bar. Friends said he had drunk a copious amount of alcohol, and had found him vomiting blood on the sidewalk. Four narcans have been administered and he is becoming violent. His stats are abnormal.” 

“Get me the fuck out of here!” He screams. “I will blow this place up!” 

“Calm down, sir, we’re trying to help you.” You shout at him, holding his shoulders down.

“Fuck you! I don’t need any help.” He yells at you, his voice muffled through the mask. The coloring on his face was concerning you, he was almost ashen, with yellow tints and you realize with the vomiting of blood and the skin coloring, he was in full liver failure. 

“He’s going into liver failure; we need to get acetylcysteine in him now.” You say to the doctor, and they immediately wheel him into the ICU. You had put in an order for the medicine, had checked for his next of kin, because deep in your gut, you didn’t think this man was going to be making it out of this hospital alive. The only relative he had listed was a sister who lived in Portland; you were dreading making the call, but you had to. 

Once they had got the patient settled and stabilized, he had calmed down a lot. It was almost seven o’clock in the morning, and you could feel the delirium settle in your bones as you gently go through his belongings. He had everything in his pockets: cell phone, wallet, keys, a capped needle. 

A loose bag with a white substance. 

You suddenly realize you’re not wearing gloves, and the powder is on your hands. Fuck. You back up slightly, and bump into someone’s chest. You turn. 

It’s Eddie. 

You look up at him, your heart was racing. You blink a few times…

“You shouldn't…be here.” You tell him, but your voice sounds weird. 

He says your name, confusion on his face. 

You felt dizzy…something was wrong…

What did you touch? 

You smile when you look at Eddie. “I should’ve worn gloves.” 

Everything goes black. 

(Eddie’s POV)

I had made it into your town; you were right when you said you lived in a cabin in the woods. There was a small dirt road that led up the way to your house. I was lucky I was in my truck; the rocks were a pelting my tires and the wheels were spinning because the ground was icy. The snow looks so beautiful here, it made everything seem still, silent. I drive a little way and I saw your house approach my line of sight. I’m amazed at how gorgeous your house is. It was very quaint, with a small wraparound porch and a small garden. I didn’t see your car. 

“Dammit.” I mutter to myself; I get out of the car and jog up the steps to your front door. I knock, I don’t know why I’m expecting an answer because you’re clearly not home. The hospital, the one I passed on the way here. That has to be the one you’re working at. I rush back into my truck and turn around in your driveway. I don’t know why I was rushing, maybe I was afraid I was going to lose you forever. That there would be no turning back from it at all. 

I see the tall building come into view as I pull into the parking lot; I remember you saying you worked in emergency department and ICU. I realize that if y0u were actually inside the department and not the waiting area, there is no way they’d let me in. So, looks like I had to be creative and go back to who I was when I was teenager. 

I still knew how to break a lock. I park near the emergency entrance and see the doors that lead to the ambulance drop off. I had to be quick and careful about it, because if I was caught, I would most likely be going back to jail. It would look like I’m breaking in to steal drugs; but little did they know, the hospital had the shitty stuff. I jog towards the back, peeking my head behind the brick, seeing an ambulance but not seeing anyone outside. The doors were automatic, I realize. I had maybe about ten seconds before someone came out and saw me. 

This is the stupidest thing I think I’ve ever done. 

I pull my hood up and immediately take it off, like that wouldn’t cause suspicion. I scoff at myself and go into a sprint towards the automatic doors and let out a breath once I’m inside and I see no one. I had to keep going, because I knew my luck was gonna run out. 

Because well, it’s me.

I hear a commotion coming through a doorway, and I see people running. I follow the crowd, make myself blend in, and I’m in the emergency department. I push past a few medical personnel, it was so chaotic in here no one passed me a second glance. I’m looking up and down the hallway, trying to see if I can spot you. I had no idea where the fuck I was going but something was pulling me to just walk. 

I freeze when I see you rush out of a room, you’re holding a pair of men’s jeans in your hands and I watch as you go through his pockets. I walk towards you, and you stop what you’re doing, I see your shoulders heave and you begin walking backwards. Your back collides with my chest and you turn around, your eyes meet mine and your hands are upright. 

Your eyes look weird. 

“You shouldn’t…be here.” My heart was racing, something was wrong. I say your name, and you look down at your hands before looking back up at me. 

“I should’ve worn gloves.” 

I don’t know what’s happening but one second, you’re standing in front of me, the next your eyes are rolling in the back of your head and you’re collapsing into my chest. 

I shout your name, my knees buckling underneath your dead weight. Your eyes were half lidded and your lips were turning blue. I hear a ringing in my ears. This can’t be happening.  This can’t be fucking happening. A nurse came over and asked me questions I wasn’t sure I answered, and I felt bile rise in the back of throat when I see the nurse pick up a baggy with a white substance in it, along with other belongings I assumed belong to a patient. I feel tears sting my eyes and suddenly you’re lifted out of my arms. 

I stand, my eyes wide. The nurse looks at me, snaps her fingers in front of my face asking me who I was. I tell her I’m family, and they’re wheeling you on a gurney into an adjacent room. I kept hearing the word carfentinal…what the fuck was that? Did you do that? Did you touch it? I don’t even realize I’m walking, but I’m following closely to the room you’re in. Your shirt is ripped open, and I see them give you narcan, once, twice, three times. 

I flinch. 

Ted’s dead face, bloody mouth. 

No please. 

It feels like my body is dying. I can see the bloody foam pool from my mouth. 

I can’t move my legs. 

Your face is bluer. Or am I just imagining things? 

“Clear!” 

I watch in the doorway as your chest rises with the shockwaves. 

Ted’s dead. Dead. Am I dead? 

You’re dying, aren’t you? 

No. No. No. No. No. 

“Sir, you need to step back!”

I try to speak; I taste my own tears. What the fuck? 

Ted won’t wake up. Neither will you. I feel my legs start to buckle as they give another shock to your heart; your skin was almost ashen. A nurse grabs my forearm so I don’t hurt myself, I can’t see her, or hear her. I’m just staring at your form, unmoving, just like Ted’s. Just like mine when Gareth found me in my hotel room. Except I survived. Ted didn’t.

Where did they put those drugs? I need them. I’m dying with you; I can’t live without you. 

No. NO ONE is dying today. 

You’re still flatlining. 

No. Please don’t go. 

I think I’m yelling now.

No.

I’m wailing. 

“PLEASE! PLEASE DON’T GO!” 

There are warm hands on my shoulders, comforting me. I’m still wailing, and sobbing, and my throat keeps closing. I can’t see you anymore, you’re just a blur. Something hurts inside me; what is that feeling?

Oh, it’s pain.

It’s unbearable, fucking gut wrenching pain. You’re dying…you’re dying. You’re the one leaving me. This felt worse than my withdrawals. This felt worse than Ted dying. 

Ted…why did you bring her back to me? She would still be here…

No one is dying today. Ted’s voice.

I can’t breathe. I’m hyperventilating. I shouldn’t have let you go, I should’ve ran after you when you left my house, I should’ve told you that you were everything and more to me. 

No, please don’t leave me. 

Please don’t leave me.

Don’t leave.

Please…please, baby…please come back to me…

A sound reaches my ears, a long, deep, gasp for air and suddenly nothing is blurry anymore, and I see you jolt up, vomit projectiles out of your mouth onto the floor. I can’t move from where I was, I’m convinced my eyes are playing tricks on me and you’re actually dead, your beautiful body and mind just a shell, your soul gone. 

“Eddie…” Your voice hits my core, spilling into the vessels of my heart, pumping more blood, vibrating my skin. Your voice sounds raw, pained. 

I scramble to my feet, and before anyone can stop me and I’m by your side. I can see you; you’re looking up at me, your beautiful eyes staring into mine. “I’m here.” I say, my voice trembles. I take your hand, it’s cold and clammy. 

“You came back.” Your eyes are still half lidded. 

I nod, a small sob escaping me. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

“I saw him…he told me to turn back.” You swallow hard, tears falling down your cheeks, I could tell the drugs were still taking affect. 

“Who?” I stare into your eyes and your head slightly nods to the side. I squeeze your hand. No. No. No. Don’t go. 

“Ted…he looked…he looked so good.” Your eyes full close and they put an oxygen mask over your face. 

I begin to panic again, and confusion settles in my gut. Ted? What?

“Baby? Sweetheart…sweetheart, wake up.”

“Honey, she’s stabilized, but she’s gonna be going in and out of consciousness from the drug effects. We’re gonna move her to recovery.” A nurse tells me, and I don’t take my hand away, afraid if I do, you will be gone forever. I stare at your face, not moving from my spot. The nurse gently cups my forearm. “She’s okay, love. I promise you.” She gently pulls me back, and I let go of your hand and watch as they wheel you out of the room. 

“I’ll bring you to the waiting area. Is there anyone we can call?” She asks me and I just stare at her. My eyes are still wide, the tears are still hot. 

“When can I see her?” 

“Soon, just walk with me. Let’s get you some water.” She says kindly and I nod, following her to the waiting area. I asked her what had happened, and she told me that you were exposed to carfentinal, which is a drug that is strong enough to take down an elephant. She believes that when you were going through your patient’s pockets, you had touched the plastic baggy with the substance, and since you weren’t wearing gloves, it had absorbed into your skin faster, causing the overdose. I didn’t know what to think when she told me and left me sitting in the waiting room. I had just witnessed you teetering on the line between life and death, and in one instance, you could’ve been dead. And I had teetered on that line for years, I played with death, I welcomed it. 

What kind of monster was I back then? My friends, my family…they saw me choking on my own vomit, blue lips, flatlining and I continued on with my habit after that. Because I thought I was invincible. 

I’m not invincible. 

No one is. 

A pain hits my chest and I groan. I’m thinking about the what ifs. What would I have done if I watched you die in front of me? Would I leave the hospital, go find a dealer and shoot into my veins enough heroin to kill me? Probably. The first time I lost you, I knew you were safe, living your life, like I knew you were still thriving. But watching you, a few minutes ago, so close to death, I felt something in me snap, like a rubber band. A tether that held us together for our whole lives was snapped the second I heard that machine flatline, a tether that kept my heart beating. 

And I lost that.

For a moment. 

A small moment that had dictated the rest of my life. A small moment, and I would’ve been dead hours after you. 

Love is wild. 

I must have fallen asleep, because when I come to, the same nurse is gently shaking me awake. “She’s asking for you.” She tells me. I rub the sleep from my eyes and quickly get up from the seat, my legs feel like jello. I follow her to a set of double doors, and she presses her name badge to the lock, and it opens with a beep. She stops outside a room and looks up at me. 

“I didn’t get your name.” I tell her; she has been nothing but kind to me, and I feel like I owe her my gratitude for making sure I didn’t fly off the handle. 

She smiles at me. “Kelsey. You’re Eddie."

I smirk, raising my eyebrow and she laughs. “She has talked a lot about you. I honestly didn’t believe her when she told me she grew up with and dated a famous rockstar, but she proved me wrong.” She looks through the doorway, towards you I’m assuming, but I couldn’t tell. “She’s my best friend here…and when I saw…it doesn’t even matter, because she’s okay, but I feel like if you weren’t here…she wouldn’t be. So, thank you.” 

“I should be thanking you.” I tell her softly.

She smiles. “Not necessary.” She nods her head to the door. “It was nice meeting you, Eddie.” 

I nod at her, watching as she walks away, and I sigh. I walk into the room, and I see you curled up on the bed, hugging a pillow to your chest. You were hooked up to two IVs; you still looked pale, but when you heard my footsteps, you open your eyes. I can’t stop the noise that comes out of my mouth when I see you smile. I go towards you, taking your face in my hands and I press my lips to yours. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” I cry against your lips and your fingers curl through my hair. I press my forehead to yours, caressing both your cheeks. “I thought I lost you forever.” 

You peck my lips gently; your eyes look tired. “It was my fault for not wearing gloves. I forgot.” You shrug and let out a sigh, wiping my tears away. “You came back. Why?”

“Because I was stupid for letting you walk out of my house that night.” I smooth back your hair; I couldn’t stop touching you. “Because the thought of you being completely gone from my life, killed me more than the drugs did.” 

You lean your head back on the pillow, listening to me, tears filling your eyes. 

“I spent so many years of my life chasing something that had been right in front of me for so long. So many years of filling my body with poison when I should’ve been filling it with love. Love that I didn’t think I deserved.”

“Do you think you deserve it now?” You ask me, entwining our fingers. I stare into your eyes, and I smile. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.” I sit near your legs, leaning my arm over you. “I promise you; I am never letting you go again.”

You lean towards me, kissing my lips, you smile. “If it weren’t for Ted…”

“I know.” My voice trembles and I squeeze your hands. “I know.” 

“I think he saved me.” You whisper, and I let out a small sob. 

“Yeah, yeah baby I think he did too.” 

I meant it when I said that I was never letting you go again; because a month later, I moved into your house, our house now. I had sold my cabin; it was time. There were too many dark memories there. I needed a fresh start, and Maine was now my home.  We were still working on the new album, after your overdose, I had written about four songs, two of them were heavy with the music, and since I stopped using drugs, I was able to scream again. 

Gareth wrote a couple after Ted’s death, and Jeff had overcome his fear of singing, and had sung the most beautiful rock ballad I have ever heard. I didn’t know why he kept that voice away; it was smooth like Hendrix, and soulful like Miles Davis. 

I loved my new solitude; I spent all morning today watching a black bear and her cubs roam around the front yard. I never realized how beautiful the world was. I spent so many years shielded by darkness and pain, I never bathed in the sunshine. 

I sit in my office, my hand cramping from all the writing I was doing in my notebook. I was done with mandatory therapy, but I kept Dr. Ryan on twice a month. The bing of the email notification goes off on my desktop; I place my pen down and open my email. My brow scrunches, it was from a name I didn’t recognize. I click the message, and as soon as I read the first sentence, I’m weeping.

Dear Mr. Munson, Can I call you that? Is that weird? Eddie? Hi! It’s me, Caitlin. The girl who was dying. Guess what? I’m not dying anymore. Two months after your show, I had a routine appointment, and they said the cancer was almost gone. They didn’t understand how it was possible, because a month before your concert they told me I only had six months to live. Now I’m in remission. Isn’t that crazy?  Gareth, your drummer had reached out to my mother a few months ago and had given her your phone number. I didn’t want to call because I’m still nervous and star struck over the fact that I had met you. And I’m better at conveying my thoughts with words anyway. I still remember what you said. And I never stopped thinking about it. Not only did your music save me, but you saved me that day. You got me to keep fighting, to keep that strength inside me brewing because my story wasn’t over yet. Thank you, Eddie Munson. Thank you for brightening a girls day with just your kindness and your words. I’ll never forget it. 

Love, Caitlin xx P.S. Look! I have hair now!

I’m laughing and crying all at once as I stare at her picture. Her eyes are bright, her beautiful red hair was curled just above her shoulders, and her smile was glowing. She was alive, she fought it, and she won. I wipe the tears from my eyes just as you’re walking into the room with a coffee in your hand. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask me and I tell you, I tell you everything, and you’re hugging me, telling me that even in my darkest days, I still made a difference in someone’s life. And you were right, I’m finally able to see it now. 

We have dinner with Julie about once a month; Nellie will come with the kids sometimes, and every time we are laughing over something Ted had done or said, and just reminiscing about him. 

I miss him. Man, do I miss him. I wish I could tell him how grateful I was that he had reached out to you, that he had brought you back to me. I wish he could see me now. Could see that I’m approaching a year of sobriety, that I plan on starting a foundation in his name that helps youth and musicians who are struggling with addiction, to get access to resources, housing, help and therapy when needed. 

Rolling Stone had done a long interview about my addiction, and I was surprised they didn’t make me out to be a monster. I had so many social media messages from fans saying how they related to everything I said, how they were struggling, how brave I was. Even Nikki Sixx from Motley Crue reached out to me, I couldn’t believe it. 

I wasn’t brave though. I was human. 

A real life human, with real life flaws and trauma. 

I’m looking at you now; I’m leaning against our doorframe of our bedroom, just watching you do your nighttime face wash routine in front of the bathroom mirror. You had on one of my t-shirts, naturally, and your hair was draped in waves passed your shoulders. You catch my eyes in the mirror, and you smile at me. “What are you staring at?” You smirk at me, flirting. 

“You.” I say, walking towards you. “All of you.” 

You pat your face with the washcloth and turn to face me, leaning back against the his and hers sink. You smile at me, and I pull you by your waist, pressing my lips to yours. You drape your arms around my shoulders, deepening the kiss and I lift you onto the bathroom counter. You squeal with delight, and I laugh, curling my fingers through your hair, feeling you wrap your legs around my waist. I knew you could feel how hard I was through my sweatpants, and like some sort of magnetic pull, you’re using your legs to pull me closer to you and I groan. Your fingers dig into my back like talons, and I move my lips to your throat, nipping your skin. You gasp and I run my tongue along the bite, moving my hands up your sides, cupping your breasts. Your nipples harden under my touch and your head falls back in pleasure. I peel off your shirt, quickly moving my lips to your breast, tasting your skin, pulling your nipple with my teeth. You push my face to yours hard, kissing me with so much passion and desire I almost forget to breathe. I lift you up by your ass, carrying you off the sink, and towards the bed. I lay you on your back, and I slide my way down your form, until I’m on my knees on the floor, pulling your legs towards my face. I hold your thighs, leaving soft kisses on the sensitive skin by your sex, and you arch your hips, helping me pull off your underwear. You lean up on your elbows to watch me, your chest heaving, your face flushed, and I spit right on your clit, burying my mouth into you. You groan, pulling my hair as I move my tongue in circles around your little bud, tasting your sweetness, moaning at the sounds you were making. You start grinding your hips against my face and I bring my hand down to my cock, fisting myself as you ride my face. 

"Ohhhh, fuck…Eddie…”

I pull away from your cunt, looking up at you with a smile. “Keep riding my face like a good girl, but don’t come yet baby.”

You cry out as my lips suck on your clit, biting on it gently, my tongue lapping at your hole like I was a starved animal. You tighten your hold on my hair as you continue to grind against my tongue. Your breathing was picking up, and I keep tasting you, I’m not stopping, not yet. 

“I’m so close…oh god…baby…please…”

“Please what?” I mumble against you. 

“Make me come, please…make me come.”

I growl at your words, I take your clit into my mouth, suck hard and I’m moving my way up to your mouth, kissing you passionately. I push myself into you and you cry out, I grip your thighs, rolling my hips into yours, feeling every inch of you, moaning at how amazing you felt, how you just molded into me. My head falls back as I groan, and you let out a sob, whimpering and moaning as I feel you tighten around me.

“That’s it, baby.” I coo in your ear. 

“Oh, oh my god…ohmygod…unghahhahhahh, Eddie…Eddie…fuckkk.” Your orgasm shatters through you, and I moan loud with you, feeling you clench around me as I come inside you at the same time. You hold onto my back for dear life, and I’m holding on to your waist, your thighs so tight, afraid if I were to let go, it would be over, and we would be no more. My lifeline, my love, my reason to keep going, the reason why I wasn’t dead at thirty-four, or thirty, or twenty-seven, or eighteen. The little girl who befriended me over a pack of Power Rangers trading cards, the girl who made me watch Titanic seventy-five times, the girl who wiped my tears away when I thought about my mother, the young woman I fell in love with, the woman that was living, breathing, right in front of me. 

You, it had always been you. 

fin.

A/N: Thank you for reading and being on this journey with me! So many of you have given me such wonderful feedback and support and I cannot thank you enough. This is has been so amazing for me and if I can make a difference in someone's life with just my words, I have done my job. I love you all. THANK YOU FOR ALL THE CONTINUED SUPPORT FROM MY TUMBLR FRIENDS, seriously, you guys are amazing.

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New series posting in a few weeks!

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Hello bae, Can I request a yeosang + firsts?? Just like the one u did for yunho 🥺 was so cute skskksjsjsjsk 🤧🫶🏻

SCREAMS YESSSSS I wanna do em allllllllll I would love to baby 🥰

Yeosang + Firsts

First Date: “Can I take you for a coffee?” That’s how Yeosang asks you to your first date, confessing that he’s liked you for a bit and really wants to spend some one-on-one time if you feel the same, which you most certainly do! You order, but he buys your favorite drink and you can’t help but notice the way he studies what you tell the barista. Is he…trying to memorize your order? (Spoiler: yes, he absolutely is.) “Do you want to try two of the desserts? You know, one for each of us? Great, well then pick your favorite!”

First Time Holding Hands: Yeosang isn’t hugely physically affectionate, so he would wait a little while in to hold hands with you rather than taking them on the first date. But it’s a few more dates in when you tell him you really like him and he agrees, both of you on the same page about wanting to move forward more officially that he takes both of your hands in his. “I’m so glad you feel the same,” he tells you, beaming as his eyes stare into yours.

First Kiss: Shy when he thinks about it, but when the moment is right man dives in. You guys are strolling down a lane in the snow, his eyes fixed upon the wonder you focus at the sky, head turned upward. As if it wasn’t obvious, you turn to Yeosang and point out the falling flakes. “Isn’t it wonderful?” He steps closer, eyes barely sparing the dancing white a glance in favor of you. “Yes, it truly is,” he replies before closing the gap between you two completely.

First ‘I Love You’: Verbalizing such big thoughts, even though they bring a swell of pride to Yeosang’s heart, is a hefty responsibility. Would he be able to convey them properly? Believably? Quiet as he is, Yeosang can be a man of action, and he knows deep down you love all the jokes and harebrained schemes and playfulness he brings to your relationship when he opens them up, so what better way than to make those heavy thoughts light, pour that happiness back into them? So when he shows up at your door, the ‘o’ of surprise your lips curl into before they fall into a smile at seeing him just shows him he had the right idea. He teases you about letting him in before you can see what surprise hides in the box he holds, and once again all he feels is reassurance at your grin when you open up the beautiful cake that reads I Love You.

First Fight: Yeosang tries his best to be a man of reason, and this is why. He got upset, emotions getting the best of him when you seemed to be blowing him off. You shot back that you didn’t want to say no, something important enough had come up that had your week packed. The two of you went back and forth a little bit because of how much Yeosang worked with both you and his schedule, but at the end of the day you both cooled down and just apologized, admitting both of you were upset over a bad situation.

First Anniversary: For your one year, you decide it’s time to get out of town! Taking a road trip is just what you need to mix things up and show that your love carries through wherever you go. Each of you pick a destination and visit that spot, taking pictures and trying whatever activities, scenery, food, it has to offer! Upon arriving back home, though, Yeosang tells you his favorite part of the trip was being there with you and how he hopes it’s the first of many, finally giving you the gift that was burning a hole in his pocket: a dainty promise necklace!

First Pet: You guys sort of toss around the possibility of getting a pet, but when you actually do it it’s a surprise to Yeosang, the door opening and you walking in sheepishly reminding him of the pet conversation. “Well, here’s Mochi,” you say with a shy smile, holding up a fluffy white bunny. “Wait, what?” Yeosang shoots up out of the couch, but the moment his hand touches her, he has a huge smile on his face and you can tell he’s fallen in love. Rabbits take a lot of work, but he throws himself into research on it, reminding you how they need space to move and how sensitive to temperature they are and how they don’t really need baths actually.

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[talesofesther]

cold hands, warm hearts

Xavier Thorpe x Reader

Summary: Xavier has been training in the snow, so you sneak out to keep him company.

Requested by anon

A/N: This story is part of my Christmas Special event. Xavier is a sweetheart. <3

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There was a cold wind biting at your skin as you walked. You hugged your coat closer to yourself, taking big steps across Nevermore's gardens.

In the distance, you could already make out Xavier's silhouette in front of a huge tree, the way he carefully raised the bow and pulled his arm back just before letting the arrow go.

It hit just a few inches to the left of the bullseye and he had a small smile on his face when you reached him.

"Hey you," you greeted softly, coming to stand beside him.

The day was as grey as it gets, filled with clouds and not a single sight of sun rays, it looked like snow would start falling soon.

"Hey," Xavier dropped his bow and turned to you, soft surprise written all over his face for seeing you. He planted a kiss on your forehead; "what're you doing here?"

"Came to bring you inside," you grinned up at him, "it's getting too cold Xavi, you'll get sick if you stay out much longer."

He chuckled, glancing down at his feet and causing his hair to cover his reddening cheeks. He always felt some type of way when you cared for him.

"I have just a few more arrows left, I won't be long. I'll get inside in a bit," he promised.

"Alright," you stuffed your hands in your pockets, stepping a bit to the side to give him room.

Xavier glanced at you with the beginnings of a frown, and before he could inquire, you said; "I'm not going back without you, if you're staying, I'm staying."

With a lovesick smile, Xavier returned to his stance aligned with the target, muttering under his breath; "and you still wonder why I say I love you ten times a day."

You watched him train with a faint grin on your lips, feeling just about hypnotized by the way he moved.

He shot the last of his arrows by the time that a slight snowfall had started, tiny flakes falling from the sky and clinging to your hair and clothes.

"That's our cue to go, I think." Xavier stashed away his bow and walked up to you, both his hands instantly reaching out to tuck themselves under your coat.

You hissed at his cold palms, your shirt doing little to prevent the feeling from reaching your skin, "you're freezing," you muttered, winding your arms around his shoulders anyway.

"You're the one who insisted on staying," he pouted, his thumbs massaging your hips.

There were snowflakes already covering a big part of Xavier's long hair, a few landing on his flushed cheeks and nose, and a bold one falling right on the corner of his lips.

You nagged on your bottom lip before standing on your tippy toes, tugging on the lapel of his jacket as you reached up slowly to take away the little snowflake with a tender kiss.

Xavier squeezed you to him, turning his head to capture your lips properly in a chaste kiss before you could pull away.

"Yeah I did," you said, feeling the brush of his lips against yours as you spoke, "but now I'd love a warm bath and some cuddling in bed."

Your first answer was his lips on yours yet again, a peck all soft and intimate before Xavier said; "took the words right out of my mouth."

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